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onskepa · 10 months

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I have put too many requests at this point- I'm sorry I have so many ideas- T^T

But...

Can I get a Kiri x older sister(human) reader. Where there reader was Grace's first child who is 5-7 years older than kiri.

I'm not exactly sure what to put in this request this time... hmm...

Maybe it can be the reader and Kiri bonding and Kiri asking more about Grace?

Bet the reader is super overprotective of Kiri.

I can imagine when the reader uses her avatar she and kiri practically look like twins 🥺

Aonung: Are you some sort of...freak?

Y/n: *pulls out a gun* The Fuck did you just say to my baby sister, b!tch?!

Kiri: Oop- You gonna die-

Hello!! sorry for the long wait on this one! Hope you enjoy. And dont be afraid to keep asking for request! I enjoy doing them!

Tsmuke

Dr. Grace Augustine, fierce, quick, curious and a taste for discovering new things. She isn't someone to be talked down, she stands her ground and will protect those she cares fiercely. She is all that and more. But what no one believed she would become, is a mother.

Who is the father? No one knows, and some have asked Grace who is the father. Dr. Augustine would just shrug and not say. She never seemed too happy to be asked so the main question soon died. Many prefer to be on her good side.

Grace though, while she doesn't want to talk about who impregnated her, she is always seen with her sweet child. A daughter.

A cute girl who inherited her bright red hair. Almost an exact copy of her mother. The science guys would see her everywhere in the lab. Not a day passes by where they don't see the baby girl. You would think grace would talk or call out to her daughter by saying her name. But no. Talking in na'vi so much, many hear grace calling to her kid by saying "ma'ite". Like a lot. Of course the child has a name, but it seems like a rather private secret between the daughter and grace.

Norm created a special mask for little miss Augustine so that she can explore pandora with her mother. Yeah. Grace takes her daughter outside of the safety of hell's gate.

One day, Grace was excited to take her daughter to the school where she teaches young na'vi children how to speak English. There she brought her baby girl, introducing her to the young children. Many were surprised, few afraid to get close, while others were right at the baby's face.

Two particular children were very interested in the child. Sylwanin and her little sister, Neytiri. Both loved the little baby, would gently hold her in their arms. Tickling the baby, making her burst in laughter.

Grace was relived that the children accepted her daughter. She was honestly afraid what their would reaction be. But grateful that their response was positive. Now every time they ask grace to bring her daughter every day to school.

When Slywanin and neytiri spoke to their parents of grace's child, mo'at especially, was curious. They were good friends, why hide such a thing from her?

Next thing anybody knew, mo'at was there at the school, holding grace's child. Was a sight to see. Mo'at giving Eywa's blessing to the human child. Was never done before and grace felt honored.

However, all good things must come to an end.

7 years later, 7 long beautiful years, was over. The sweet child witnessed her mother's death right before her eyes. Quaritch killed her mother without hesitation in his evil body. Hate grew in her little heart. Hate for the man who took her mother away from her.

Norm and jake brought grace and her avatar to the tree of souls. In hopes that Eywa can grant grace a second chance with her avatar body. Little 'ite was there, right beside her mother. Holding her hand and also praying to Eywa.

"dont cry ma'ite....its going to be fine" grace said weakly as she tries to reassure her child. Little 'ite hoped, but deep down, she knew her mother wasnt going to make it.

As mo'at and the others begin to chant, secretly, little 'ite does as well. True she is human and cannot connect to Eywa like the na'vi do, but she hopes her prayers do reach the great mother. Everything looked as though it was going to work. Looking back at the avatar, hoping to see those golden eyes open. Wanting it to work. Until mo'at stopped the prayers.

"ite'...?" she whispers quietly, quickly little ite was there, holding her hand tightly. "Im here mama, I'm here" she replies with fear in her voice. Grace smiles weakly, gripping as tight as she could, holding her child's hand. "I'm with her ite, she is real..." with the last gasp, the light in her eyes fades away.

Little 'ite was heartbroken. She cried loudly, letting her voice reach all na'vi's ears. The na'vi didn't like the humans after what they did, but understand that no child should ever live a life without their mother.

Jake gently pulled little 'ite away from grace as neytiri slowly pulls the mask away from grace's sleeping face. Letting a few slip from her eyes. Grace was a dear friend of mo'at and a beloved teacher to neytiri and her fellow na'vi.

The war was one. Na'vi vs humans. It was a victory, but one with so many loses on each side. Trudy, someone little ite saw as an aunt died. Tsu'tey, someone she viewed as a big brother lost his life. Eytukan lost his life. Those both human and na'vi that little ite had relationships with, all died.

After the war, did the forest begin to heal. Little ite stayed as pandora was her home. Not Earth. She stayed under the care of jake and neytiri whom they took in as their daughter. She never called them mom or dad. But still loves them none the less. Which is enough for the couple.

Norm and the other science guys managed to make a new type of breathing mask. Tubes that stick in the nostrils connected to a small filter box full of the water that can thin out and generate oxygen through the tubes and into the nose. Little ite was using the prototype as it was successful. No more oxygen refills every couple of hours. Just fill the filter box with water and done. Can stay outside longer. Something little ite has come to enjoy.

The clan accepted her as one of their own. However, at the age of 8, three surprises came to little ite. The first was little miles Socorro. Or spider as many nickname him. She found out he was the son of the man who killed her mother. But she held no anger towards spider. He was innocent of the crimes his father did. If anything, she has come to love him like a little brother.

And speaking of little brother, neteyam was born. And she loved him with all her little heart. Became super protective of both neteyam and spider. But the third surprise, that one was her favorite. Her mother's avatar whom she goes to visit every day, was pregnant. It brought tears of joy to little ite. Something of her mother would be with her forever.

So she began to prepare many things with the help of neytiri and jake. Making new beads, little clothes, making toys, everything. Every day she would go to the lab and visit her mother. Often times she would sleep beside the tube, imagining all the possibilities.

And when the day came, she became a big sister to little kiri. Little ite was the first to hold her baby sister. Sure kiri was big, but in her arms, she was the smallest thing to ever see. Now she had 3 siblings to take care of. A challenge she looked forward.

During the communion, as she sees neteyam and kiri connect to the tree. She knew at the moment what she wanted. An avatar. Took some convincing, but the science guys managed to make a avatar using the last bit of na'vi and using grace's avatar dna to fill in the gaps. Now she had to wait 5 to 7 years until her avatar is complete.

She doesnt mind. During the mean time she has a lot to do. Her role as the big sister suited her well. Helping neytiri with neteyam or kiri. Would hold them if they cry, would play with them, feed them, bathe them, almost everything.

Jake never knew how, but he saw how neytiri changed. From hating spider to taking him in as her own. Now they have 4 children to raise. And another on the way.

Lo'ak came with a voice that demanded to be heard. While neteyam and kiri were silent as babies, lo'ak was screeching like a banshee. And guess who is the only one to make him shut up? Thats right, little ite. Who now is more often called "Tsumke". The siblings would follow their sister everywhere. Would ditch everything and go with their big sister. They do everything she does. Such as carving, weaving, fishing, etc.

However, Tstumke has a far closer relationship to kiri than her brothers. Not that she is playing favorites no, not at all. It is just that she and kiri are all they have left of each other. Tstumke would tell so many stories of their mother to kiri. One day she even handed down the necklace that their mother wore to kiri. And every since then, kiri wore it with pride and cherishing it.

Together they would visit grace's avater. Telling her of their day to day stories and watch her vlogs together. Kiri would take anything of their mother so she can be as close to her as she could.

Tstumke has even become very protective of kiri. Should anyone question of kiri's oddities or how weird she is. Tstumke is there to shut them down. Na'vi or human she doesnt care. Kiri is her special person. Loves kiri so much that she isnt afraid to fight others.

Soon came tuktuk. Their baby sister and the last sully baby to be born. No more after her. Already dealing with 6 kids is a handfull for jake and neytiri. Though Tstumke and spider are independent, there is still 4 others to raise.

For years everything was great. Peaceful. Until the RDA came back and with full force that before. Soon after, things went chaotic. Raids, attacks, things weren't peaceful anymore. And to make matters worse, the RDA sent avatars called "recom team" out to find jake sully. Instead they found the sully children. Almost all of them. Minus neteyam and tstumke.

At night, when the four found the recom team and ready to attack. Tstumke was blinded by rage. She saw the eyes of the man who took her mother away. Who has kiri as hostage. Tstumke wasn't a skilled fighter nor a great warrior but she did what she could to get kiri out of there. Taking the risk of exposing herself, she lunched with a war cry and gave Quaritch a massive hit in the head.

To him it came out of nowhere, but soon jake and neytiri were quick to attack, giving tstumke time to make through and get her siblings out of there.

It all happened so quick. Almost everyone made it home safe. Except for spider. He was injured in a fall making the tubes in his nose break. The recome team took advantage and took him away.

Tstumke was terribly sad that her brother was taken. But there was much to lose in the fight.

Going back to their home, tstumke and her siblings heard their parents fight. Discussing what to do. And to her horror she heard jake saying they had to leave. Away from the Omaticaya clan. Away from the forest meant being away from her mother.

It was a hard desicion. But it had to be done. All the children didnt want to go, but neytiri said the word is final. Packing the basics they left. Tstumke was with kiri in her banshee. Looking back at their home.

Tstumke couldn't take her avatar. It wasn't ready. Much to her dismay. The avatar took longer that the anticipated time.

The travel was long and tiresome, but they reached the reef na'vi. The Metkayina clan. Jake spoke of seeing uturu. The Tsahik was harsh, quick tongue and spoke that the children are weak. Carrying demon blood. Until her eyes landed on Tstumke. Hissing and yelling that the sully family dare to bring a demon on their island.

"I may be of demon blood, but I am as much na'vi than human. I was raised and lived among the Omaticaya clan. They saw me as one of their despite the clear difference" Tstumke stated. Challenging the Tsahik. Ronal saw the honesty in her eyes but wasn't going to give up just yet.

Neytiri was quick to defend tstumke and all of her children. "my daughter is one of us. Accept her or we leave. I refuse to stay a place where my daughter isnt with me".

Ronal, the tsahik, and Tonowari had a silent conversation with just their eyes. Finally they accepted the uturu. The children of tonowari and ronal were assigned to help the sully family.

Tsireya, a sweet girl was more than happy to help. Ao'nung on the other hand. Did so reluctantly. He didn't like outsiders settling in his village. Much less a sky demon.

Things were fine. The children including Tstumke were learning well from Tisreya and Ao'nung. Rotxo was a pleasant third person. Though he was giving hints of him liking kiri. Every time that happens, tstumke gives him a hard side eye. Yeah he was a good kid, but in the eyes of a big sister, he aint good enough for her precious kiri. Not that kiri has taken any notice of his hints.

If anything, kiri was to absorbed in their new home. Taking in the ocean and the underwater creatures. Didn't take much learning for her to adapt. Kiri is either seen alone or with Tstumke. Both bonding and exploring their new home together.

Of course not everything is as easy. One day the sully children were doing their own thing at a distance from each other. Lo'ak and tstumke were collecting some plants, neteyam was making a net, and kiri was simply admiring the sand. Lo'ak was the first to notice ao'nung and his friends messing with kiri. Tstumke looked and heard something she hated to hear. "Are you some kind of...freak?" ao'nung asked kiri. She scoffs it off and tries to get out of their way. But they decided to cage her in. Lo'ak was about to go off, but tstumke beat him to it.

"HEY! WATCH WHAT YOU ARE SAYING!" barks tstumke. Now she is patient, calm, and understanding. But should anything or anyone mess with her baby sister. Well, all hell breaks lose.

"oh look the little demon comes to save the day" ao'nung teases. He smirks as his goons laughs. Tstumke took it as a challenge, "little? I WILL SHOW YOU LITTLE!". Using all her might, she launches at ao'nung, pulling his hair, hitting him in the face. She isn't the strongest but damn can she pack a punch.

"NEVER MESS WITH MY SISTER YOU HERE ME!?" she screeches out. Ao'nung tries to get her off but her grip was too tight. Took lo'ak and kiri to get her off of him but not before kicking him one last time.

"control your little demon! she fights like a animal!" one of ao'nung's friends says. Neteyam quickly comes into the scene trying to take control. "I need you to leave them alone. So back off" he states, one of the goons hissed at him. Ao'nung raised his hand as to silence his friend. He smirked once more and raised his hands as to surrender.

"from now I need you to respect my sisters" with that, neteyam tries to guide his siblings away. But nope. Lo'ak once more had to pull a stupid stunt and punch ao'nung. Kiri stayed out but not tstumke. She isn't gonna let her little brother handle a fight alone. So she stepped in and shortly neteyam. Kiri just stood there laughing at the scene. She was never one for violence but this is an exception.

To say, the three did get in trouble. But once the reason was explained. Jake quietly praised his kids. Especially tstumke. Despite her size, he is proud she can handle anyone no matter the size. Kiri was just appreciative to have a sister like her.

I think I went over board on this one XD but I hope you all liked it!

ma'ite = daughter

tstumke = sister

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piracytheorist · 3 months

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something i love about spy family is that its a very funny manga, but it isn't afraid to be serious and talk about serious things (and its also really good at transitioning between the two)

Tatsuya Endo has an amazing grasp of balance. There are a lot of posts going around about how Spy x Family goes from something as heavy as "war makes monsters of us all" to something as silly as "Anya finds Loid's tourist fashion choices lame" and it somehow works.

It's one of the things that made me fall in love with the story from the second if not the very first episode of the anime. It dares to be realistic about how war impacts humans and how it takes them into a path they wouldn't normally take, but at its core it's a story filled with humor and love and connection, because this is how humans are supposed to live like. I mean, not to break it down to a "live laugh love" moral, but at the end of the day it does prioritize people living happily together and in peace. Even the "enemy" is shown in a sympathetic light from time to time.

And the humor and silliness attributes to that. It makes the story light-hearted despite the heavy issues it tackles. It would be hard to find hope in a story that focuses only on those heavy issues, if its vibe was constant grittiness and violence and dark themes. Not that there's anything wrong with stories with such themes; but you wouldn't usually watch such a story and expect to feel full of hope afterwards, nor expect it to have the humor that SxF has.

What is amazing is how Endo manages the balance of it all. How he works in the silliness amidst an environment of a cold war, of hardened spies and assassins, because it would be very easy to veer right into tone-deaf cheesy territory that gives you (unintentional) emotional whiplash. I think it's due to how the characters are only slightly exaggerated versions of something you'd see in real life. Anya behaves as any five-year-old would, where her focus is to work in protection of peace, make sure the family won't break apart, and above all, have fun. Yor's view of the world has been impacted by how long she's worked as an assassin, but her "naivete" is mostly her tendency to see good in everyone, even the "bastards" she's sent to kill. Twilight keeps telling himself everything he does is "for the mission" but he's only human and can't help bonding with his family even if he doesn't realize it.

The characters may behave in an exaggerated way from time to time, but they're not caricatures. The humor and ridiculousness (affectionate) in their actions are based on real human traits and behaviours we can see in real life. The want to have fun, the tendency to see the good in people, the desire to love. Endo simply takes those and has three people whose special traits clash with those three mentioned traits. Anya grew up as a science experiment in a lab where she wasn't allowed to have fun, so now that she has people who care for her emotional growth she goes all out with fun activities. Yor was forced into the choice of becoming an assassin, having to be told "This person is BadTM so you play judge jury and executioner", but with Yuri being her motivation (and later on the Forgers too) she managed to keep her kind heart. Occasionally she can't control her monstrous strength and may also consider killing people who inconvenience her and then go like "Yo wtf chill maybe". Twilight became a spy and distanced himself from human connections, but now that his job brought him into the position of staying long term with a kid and a wife and a dog, his desire for such a connection is rearing its persistent head. And so you get a Professional Master SpyTM playing "Rescue Princess Anya from the Evil Clutches of Count Scruffy Head".

It's the contrast that makes the humor of it all, and in such a way that it never takes only one character's side. I think that also adds to the "flexibility" of the story. It's easier to connect to a story when there's multiple sides explained and understood by the audience; and I mean, the only thing the story looks to be trying to "convince" you of is that humans live best when they live in peace and surrounded by people they love, and that's an undeniable fact of human nature. The characters can and do make mistakes but they're shown to be able to grow from them, and even someone radicalized and extremist like Yuri has understandable motives and a very human nature - just one that was taken advantage of by people in power.

Overall yeah, I think it's how focused on the characters' humanity the story is that it makes the balance between humor and heavy issues work. Again, though it can be exaggerated at times, it's not a caricature or slapstick, just for the sake of making the audience laugh. There's a depth and a genuine reaching out for the audience's emotions and understanding.

(Anime only fan here, don't spoil me for the manga 😁)

#ask and ye shall receive #commieorcs #this probably got too deep lmao #but yeah I do love this aspect of the story so much #and Endo deserves the praise for balancing it all out so masterfully #Spy x Family #sxf meta

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a-edgar-allan-hoe · 11 months

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Fade Into You

ResidentEvil4Remake!Leon Kennedy x FemScientist/Pathologist/!Reader

Resident Evil x The Last of Us crossover

A/N: Just a little idea I had lying around. The timelines are a bit jumbled up since the Last of Us and Resident Evil take place in different eras so I made this story takes place in modern time so bear with me here. I hope y'all like it and let me know what you think! 💜

Summary: Imagine being a scientist set with the task of finding a cure for everything that has happened, assigned to return the world to how it once was only to become an assignment for someone else, an agent named Leon S. Kennedy tasked with making sure you are transported safely to your destination.

Warnings: language, some potential suggestive content, blood and gore and violence.

Notes: angst, some comfort and fluff and Leon’s terrible dad jokes and some trauma sprinkled in there.

Time. Time is a strange thing. Nonphysical and always there, always changing, from beginning to end. At the same time, it comes in cycles, repetitions and patterns. A metaphysical figment of creation, a concept constructed and molded to the understanding of the human species. An entity bigger than ourselves, spanning across millions of galaxies, and yet can fit within the palm of our hands. What is time, other than of what we know of it. Often times you found yourself wondering the same thing.

You don't know how long it has been since the outbreak, since the virus that started to plague the earth was first heard on the news, since well..........everything. So much has happened since, you had trouble remembering a lot of it, or any of it for that matter.

You used to work for the CDC, you still do, or what’s left of it, before you were taken against your will................there's not much left of anything anymore. Back then, you were the leading scientist in the department of Cancer Prevention and Control. 'New and upcoming young scientist leads the fight against cancer', titled the articles that were written about you, some of them far too promising and others harshly criticizing and objectifying. You're pretty sure you still have those articles stashed away somewhere, the good, the bad, and the ugly. What for? You’re not sure. Motivation perhaps, if there was any still left in you.

You were the best at your field, nearing a breakthrough for finding the ultimate cure for cancer that targeted the cells at the earliest and even latest stage, diminishing the illness completely as if it had never even existed in the host. You had even been featured on the cover of Life Magazine and the Smithsonian magazine for your work, the photos taken of you wearing your lab coat and standing over your microscope or interacting with your team and your patients. Boy was your father proud, his little girl on the verge of revolutionizing the medical world, he almost always had a hard time believing it, still picturing the day he held you bundled in his arms when you were first born. You were still ever his little girl to him. You could still remember the look on his face, the way he beamed when he found out, buying a copy of both those magazines just to frame it up on the wall as if there wasn’t already enough pictures of you and your little sister throughout your years.

You almost accomplished your mission, almost. You were close, so close. And then the virus took over, the Plagas and then the Cordyceps brain infection. Cancer became the least of worries.

Since the epidemic, you tried to save as much of your family photos as you could. After all, they were the only things left as a reminder of the past, of how things were. It's been so long the pictures almost don't seem real, like something created out of the mind of a delusionist, taken from of the pages of a science fiction novel, an imitation of an alternate reality. Never in you right mind did you think all those flesh-eating zombie movies you snuck out to watch with your sister at the local theater as a teen would feel more true to life than the actual past, the history of the human race.

Every night before you went to sleep, you'd pull out the storage box from under your bed, the one containing your family's photo albums, flipping through each page and staring at the photos of your parents and little sister as a way of forcing your brain to remember them. You believed this was your way of keeping them in your memory, recollecting the moment behind when each photograph was taken as if they were pieces of a broken vase meant to hold all that was you, pieces that sliced at you whenever you tried to put them back together. Truth was, you were afraid, desperate to cling on to the echo of their existence. And so you looked at those photos in a ritualistic manner, each and every night before bed. Truth is, you were starting to forget their faces, their voices, and you knew it.

In the beginning there were many; scientists, doctors, or pathologists or whatever you wanna call them, working on the task that was given to you by the government, each and every one of them fighting for a life of their own and the lives of many. Now they were just names on the diplomas that hung in their offices, names printed under an achievement of the institution they attended, just pieces of paper left to gather dust and be forgotten. Sometimes you wondered if you were the only one left; in your state, your country, the world? Who knows. In the building you worked, there used to be seven, then there were six, then five, then four…………….now there was only you.

Time seems to be nonexistent to you. The clocks on your walls meant nothing, nothing more than some numbers and a bunch of little gears that turn the hands to display the hour. A symbol of endless nothingness. The white walls of the building you worked in were just a place that they happened to hang on. And god you hated those white walls. You’ve lost count of the days you spent locked up within them, with nothing to keep you company except for the lab rats and your own thoughts. It's a wonder you didn't lose your sanity. A time came when you’d question if you’d ever see another human again. It seems as if your prayers were answered.

You were currently sat on the makeshift bed of a small base hideout, staring ahead at the fabric of the military tent that blew slightly against the wind, the makeshift tent that you stayed in after you were rescued, if you would call it that. Being the only woman at a base full of military men had its own fears, and you'd almost rather be out with the infected than here. You don’t know what it’s like anymore, being free I mean, you only remember being held hostage, held in one place to work for the government only to be taken away to work for another before being taken again for your so-called expertise, like an almost endless cycle, as if you were some goods that needed to be traded off and transported from one destination to another until you could no longer be of use.

You couldn't remember much after you were taken by the cult in an attempt to bring back Umbrella Corp or whatever they wished to call themselves, the memory of it all was still as fuzzy as when you first arrived under their "management". Now what would you even call your current circumstance? A formal and civil hostage situation under the label of U.S. personnel? You were only being held for the time being before being sent back to the states to work for whatever was left of the government. And as much as you wanted to go back home, or what's left of it if we're being honest, you've only heard of how worse it has gotten since you left.

“Y/l/n.” One of the soldiers called for you as he opened the flap entrance to your tent, his form casting a shadow across the floor in front of you. “It’s time.”

You gave the soldier a quick nod, grabbing your backpack from the floor and the small pocket knife that you kept under your pillow, stuffing the folded blade in the back pocket of your jeans as you got up and walked out of your tent. You followed the soldier as he led you through the open area where other soldiers were gathered, some of them standing guard, some eating their meals and others standing around leisurely as they conversed with each other. You could feel their eyes on you, watching you tag behind the soldier that was in front of you as he led you to the bigger tent on the other side of the field, the tent where the officers and higher ups held their meetings to discuss important matters.

You heard some voices coming out from inside the tent, two to be exact, discussing something important apparently. It’s all they ever did around here. And as you stepped in after the soldier, you saw the colonel speaking to a man you had never seen before. Tall, blond hair, wearing civilian yet practical clothes with tactical gear over it, unlike everyone else here who donned the military uniforms. He's definitely not military-

“Sir-“ the soldier that led you spoke, alerting the colonel of your presence.

“Ah. There you are.” The colonel turned towards you with a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling from his old age as he gestured you over to where he stood at the table that was stationed dead center of the larger tent. “Was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”

You looked between the two men across from you in the tent once the soldier that was by you had left, allowing you a better view as you only watched with slight uncertainty before approaching the officer. The man whom you did not recognize had looked your way as well, his face not showing a single shift in emotion upon your arrival, but you had managed to notice the slight curious quirk of his brow at seeing you. Who the hell was he?

“Say hello to your assignment,” the colonel gestured towards you as he spoke to the blond man. God you hated being called that, assignment. “Dr. y/n y/l/n."

“Leon S. Kennedy.” The man outstretched his hand, to which you stared at with the blankest look possible.

"............Pleasure." You gave the man a short smile, completely disregarding his offer for a handshake before turning to the older officer and pulling him aside as if the young man wasn’t even present in the first place, watching from the side of your eye as he awkwardly pulled his hand back, a look of hidden puzzlement on his face. You didn't want to seem rude but this was not what you had signed up for, being alone for who knows how long with a man you absolutely did not know.

“Agent Kennedy here is to ensure that you are transported and arrived safely to your destination.” The colonel answered after seeing the silent but scrutinizing look on your face.

So an agent huh. He’s probably as stuck up as the rest of those shit heads you've had to come across. Agent or not, who's to say he isn't like the others.

“What does that have to do with me?"

"Well he's been hired as your bodyguard."

You tried your best not to laugh. "What, some washed up reject of the Backstreet Boys?” You lowered your voice, knowing damn well the agent a few feet away from you could hear everything.

Leon couldn’t help but cock his head back with a slight scoff, not sure if he should be offended by your insult or impressed by the creativity behind it.

“Agent Kennedy is the best in his field. And our job is to make sure you end up safe back in America. I’m afraid you’re much too valuable to be left to wander back on your own.”

You let out a small huff, crossing your arms over your chest with a stern look of contemplation as you eyed the ground beneath your feet before finally folding. He had a point there, it was dangerous out there. But who's to say you should trust him? You had trouble trusting anyone for that matter. "Do you trust the guy?" You looked up at the colonel, knowing better than to trust a man's word but who else was there. There wasn't really anyone here to protect you but yourself.

"Agent Kennedy is a good man, reliable, I assure you."

You don't know that. "............then I suppose I have no choice but to take your word then." You sighed, knowing there wasn't really a way out of this.

“Good. Go easy on him alright.” The colonel straightened up, placing his hand on the back of your shoulder as he led you back to where the other man stood.

"Agent Kennedy, I trust you'll keep Miss y/l/n here safe."

"Yes sir." Leon nodded his head, attempting to send you a kind smile as if to say you were in good hands but you only stared off into the distance, still unhappy with the decision made. As long as it meant you went back home. Home. Jesus. You don't even know what was awaiting you there.

"She can be quite stubborn at times but you'll get used to it." The older officer added with a chuckle to which you shot back with a quick glare.

"Well that's fine by me." Leon smiled. "I'm a patient man." If only he knew how much you were going to drive him up the wall.

"Well here is the location where she needs to be dropped off." The officer handed Leon a piece of paper. If you have any questions, you know who to call."

"Copy that."

"Can I have a handgun-"

"No." The colonel was quick to interrupt your question. "That won't be necessary."

"Fine." You mumble to yourself. "Guess I'll just use my butter knife then."

Leon quietly watched the interaction between the two of you, slowly getting a clue about the personality of who he was going to be spending the upcoming days with, and he wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. He too would have opted for the same response as the colonel since you didn't look like the type to have ever fired a gun, much less used any weapon at all. And what exactly did you mean by butter knife? Should he be worried?

"Well you'd better get going, you don't want to be traveling at night, not with what's out there."

"Yes sir." Leon nodded his head at the colonel before heading out of the tent.

You turned to follow the tall blond but were stopped by the officer who held his hand up. "Not just yet. I have something here for ya."

You watched as the colonel pulled out a large black case, clicking open the clasps before opening it to reveal a hunting rifle nestled safely inside.

"I thought you said I couldn't have a gun."

"No, I said you couldn't have a handgun."

The colonel stepped aside, allowing you room to take a step closer to examine the rifle better. Was that? You'd recognize that wooden stock anywhere.

"My dad's rifle. How?"

"Had someone retrieve it from your old place. I'm guessing you know how to use it, judging from the way you recognized it so quickly."

"I-Thank you....sir."

"Just make sure you get your ass back to the lab in one piece." The colonel pulled the rifle out from the case before handing it to you, along with a box of some ammo.

"Of course." You sent the colonel a short smile, putting the box of ammo into your backpack before taking the rifle from his hands, feeling the weight of the thing within your grasp, recognizing each scuff mark and scratch that lined the wooden body, the little signs of wear and tear caused by your own clumsiness, each of them reminding you of the times spent with your father at the range when he taught you how to use the thing. It even smelled of him, after all this time. If you weren’t in a public setting you would have curled up into a ball and cried, holding the rifle close to your frame as if it were the remnants of your father, the man who raised and protected you for the majority of your life. And in a way, it was.

"Stay safe out there kid."

“Sure thing.” You gave a nod, slinging the strap of the rifle over your shoulder as you pushed the memories and emotions away, heading over to the entrance of the tent until the colonel called out again.

“Hey kid.”

“Yeah?” You turned back to face the older gentleman. It wasn’t long, the time that you’ve known him, but he seemed to be the only one that looked out for you, the only one that stood up for you when the other soldiers harassed you and uttered vulgar things in your direction.

“Try not to get separated from Agent Kennedy.”

“Can’t promise that.” You turned back around, raising your hand to send him a wave goodbye before pushing aside the flap of the entrance and stepping out into the sunlight. Well, this is it. Another day, another journey.

You were met outside of the tent with Agent Kennedy, who seemed to have been waiting outside the whole time, hopefully not eavesdropping, not that there was anything important or personal said back there but you just didn’t like people listening in on your conversations.

Straightening up, Leon gave a quick glance over your form before eyeing the rifle on your back. That definitely was not there before. “Where the hell did you get that thing?"

Christ this man talks too damn much and you just met him.

Rolling your eyes, you ignored his question, or rather his whole presence as you headed towards the truck that was set out for you. As much as you didn't want to be rude, you were anxious to get the hell out of this place and return to a place that you at least knew.

“Never mind I guess.” Leon muttered to himself before trying to catch up with you ahead. Jesus you walked with purpose.

Opening up the passenger door of the truck, you threw your backpack and rifle in the backseat before seating yourself in the passenger seat, putting on your seatbelt as you watched Leon walk up to the truck, still a couple feet away.

“Can this dude be any slower?” You muttered under your breath with a roll of your eyes, propping your elbow up on the door window as you stared out of it.

“Someone’s eager to get out of here.” Leon chuckled at the way you had situated yourself so quickly along with the obvious impatient expression that sat on your face as he opened the driver door before getting in himself, putting the keys into the ignition to start the car.

“So uh..........” Leon adjusted the rear view mirror before placing a hand on the back of your seat as a way to back the car out of the parking spot while you only studied his movements from the corner of your eye before glancing out the widow again. Why did you have a gut feeling this guy wasn’t the best driver. “where to huh? My place or yours?” Leon cracked a smug grin, hoping to lighten the mood judging from the unease you must have felt to be left with a complete stranger but quickly changing his mind after seeing the absolute foul, confidence-shattering side-eye that you just threw him.

If this man doesn't shut up-

"Right-" Leon cleared his throat, his expression changing back to his usual resting one as he looked back ahead, changing the gear to reverse as he backed out of the parking spot. Not even a minute with you and he could already tell you were going to be a blast to be around. You were the complete opposite of Ashley. And as much as he preferred a quiet atmosphere, he'd rather take his chances with Ashley all over again.

Some silence had passed between the two of you once you hit the road and left the base behind, the only sounds being the humming of the car and the wind outside. The drive was scenic in a way, if it were not for the situation at hand. But watching the trees and landscape blur by through the car window almost reminded you of the drives you went on with your father and sister, transporting you back to the road trips where the three of you would listen to the radio while fighting over who's turn it was to play the next song.

You missed your father softly singing along to his music that you at one time used to be annoyed by, your sister and you referring to his taste in music as the "Ancient Ballads of Babylon". And oh how he used to get defensive over it, calling it the "good stuff unlike todays junk", though he was never able to hide back the smile from your little slanders. What you would do to listen to his music again, to be in his truck sitting in the passenger seat reading a book before crawling to the backseat to take a nap with your sister, her head resting on your lap while your rested yours against the window.

Due to how quiet you were, Leon couldn't help but to glance over in your direction to make sure you were still alive, noticing the way you had become lost in thought, your gaze seeming to reach miles away. His eyes traced down to the subtle movement of your hands, watching how your fingers toyed with the dainty beaded bracelet that sat at your right wrist. There were a couple white beads situated together, printed with small black letters that formed a word, or rather a name, but before he could have a chance at reading what it was, you had noticed him looking, causing you to swiftly pull the sleeve of your loose sweater over your wrist. The sudden movement from you had caused Leon to clear his throat as he snapped his head back to the road, as if embarrassed at being caught before clearing his throat. "So uh, are you some bigwig's daughter? The president had requested you specifically."

The president? There was still a president? Well shit.

"Look. I'm just trying to know what I'm dealing with here." Leon put his hand up in defense after the annoyed expression you gave him.

You shook your head lightly at his behavior, heaving out a released breath as you propped your arm up once more, resting your head against your hand and discretely wiping away the tear that was starting to fall down the corner of your eye.

"Doctor huh. What are you, UCLA grad? You strike me as a LA city kind of girl-"

"Harvard." You interrupted.

"So you do speak." Leon shot you a quick smirk, surprised at your sudden input before staring back at the road. "Thought it was just me but....looks like I struck a nerve here. Sooo......Harvard huh? You must be pretty brainy then, surviving a med school like that."

"............" Dear god please.

"You know, you look a little young to be a doctor."

Geez, if that isn't the first time you've heard that one. You wished the man would just shut up and focus on the road. You swore that if he somehow ended up sending the car off a cliff you were going to personally strangle the blond yourself. Actually, come to think of it, if he talked any more you just might take the wheel and drive off a cliff yourself.

"I take it you're not much of a talker." Leon commented on the way you so obviously tried to ignore him. Jesus, did he rub you the wrong way or what. Or was it just the Ivy League attitude? He had heard the talk amongst his old colleagues back at the station about the Ivy League folk that would sometimes come through the town. Overly-educated and stuck up, some of the officers would call them.....if you consider calling someone overly-educated an insult. Perhaps this was what they meant? Seems like you didn't want to even be associated within the same proximity as him.

Rolling your eyes, you twisted around in your seat to reach for your bag, pulling it onto your lap and opening up the zipper before digging into the contents inside.

Leon watched you with curiosity, opening his mouth to ask just what it was you were up to before seeing you pull out a pair of headphones and a portable CD player that looked like you stole right out of the 90s. Keeping the backpack on your lap, you slipped the headphones onto your head, pressing play on the device before pulling your feet up onto the seat and turning towards the window so that your back faced the man in the driver seat.

Leon couldn't help but to shake his head with a light chuckle, taking this as a sign to shut the hell up and let you be in your own little bubble. Maybe you’re just shy. Or maybe you just don’t like him. Or maybe you’ve been through a lot. Who knows.

You watched the trees once more, listening to the song that played through the speakers of your headphones, Fade Into You by Mazzy Star, letting the soft tunes soothe your nerves. And as much as you tried to force yourself to stay awake in order to stay alert for your own safety, you couldn’t help the drowsiness that took over you. The music playing through your headphones, the blur of the trees out the window, and the subtle vibration of the moving car only added to that effect. And slowly, you let yourself slip, your eyelids growing heavy as you finally shut your eyes.

The drive had felt like hours for Leon, but he didn't mind as much. In fact, this was sort of relaxing, just driving, listening to music he enjoyed as it played softly from the radio, the volume lowered as means to not disturb you. This mission was turning out to be less stressful than the others. Or maybe he shouldn't speak too soon.

The young agent would occasionally find himself glancing over in your direction, perhaps to make sure you were okay and weren't dead. He had a bad habit of making sure the people under his care were alive and well and not breathing their last breath….if you would call that a bad habit. As much as this man hides it behind his cold exterior, I am positive he is just as panicky as the rest of us.

Your lack of movement had started to worry the blond, seeing that you have stayed in that position for a couple hours now as he began to wonder just what the hell you could have been doing the whole time in order to stay in the same exact position. (He has his himbo moments.) But the slow shifting of your form had relieved the young man as he watched you turn over on your other side to now face him, getting a glimpse of your closed lids behind the strands of your loose hair that almost covered the look of calm on your face, hearing the small moan that came from your chest in your state of sleep as you shifted around while your brows furrowed together at the center in a look that he could only describe as discomfort from your curled up position on the passenger seat.

One thing he had noticed though, if he listened close enough, he could hear the slight and faint whistle of the air rushing through your nostrils each time you breathed, a sign that usually meant a deviated septum. He didn’t know why, but that tiny detail had somehow set his mind at ease…something so insignificant…so barely noticeable unless you really paid attention to it…almost as if it had made you more human. And the thought of it was comforting to him.

As he looked over your sleeping form, he couldn’t help but to take note of the details that made you: of your hair that looked as if it had not been brushed through, or the dark circles under your eyes, or the little bump on your nose at the bridge, or the faint signs of hyperpigmentation and small little acne scars that lined certain areas of your face, or the light dust of freckles on your nose that were barely visible unless you really took a closer look. Even down to your wardrobe, your oversized navy blue v-neck sweater and the white tee you wore underneath, and your loose-fitted jeans, and your worn in black doc martens. Leon did not know how to describe it, but there was something comforting about you, something that made him feel…at ease. And maybe…just maybe, this mission might not be as bad as he once thought.

Part 2?

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My Dulcinea

Luis Serra Navarro x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,3k

Warnings: re4 remake spoilers, lil bit of angst, canon level violence/zombies, talk of science being used for evil motives

Author’s Note: hello my love I hope this is what you had in mind! I really wanted to write for Luis and I’m soooo happy I got to. I would be totally open to doing more with him <3 he’s such a sweetie <3 that being SAID i do not speak spanish, my high school teachers were not the greatest. Apologizes if the parts I attempted to do were laughably bad. I hope you enjoy love!

Requested: by @astupidlover, Luis and the reader are two former scientists at umbrella, their relationship is a little complicated I mean the reader is a quiet and hardworking person while Luis is talkative and persistent, but he is in love with her, after the reader found out about the biological weapon manufactured by the company she quit and worked as a spy in multiple companies, she kept hearing the news of Luis because she could not leave him, but the thunder of the Raccoon City incident disappeared him, but she kept looking for him...She allied with agent Leon Kennedy between rescuing the president's daughter and finding him in the last refuge she has to look for him or surrender...she found him and they had to fix a troubled past between them(if you have a question I'm open to answering):)

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Your lab coat was stained. You noticed it as you looked at yourself in the mirror with bags under your eyes. You had haphazardly tossed it off when you went to bed the night before. Sometimes your hours were neverending, akin to that of a doctor even though you didn’t have any patients. Well, you didn’t have any living patients that is. All of the ones you passed by you were dead or soon to be undead.

There was a red stain on the wrist of your left arm. Proof of the night before, of the experiments that continued relentlessly. Umbrella’s Europe facility was vast and you often wondered why you had landed there. You were among people who didn’t know what they were researching any more than you did.

You folded your sleeve up, hoping to ignore it until you had the brain power to deal with it. You left the bathroom and returned to the sterile work area. You made sure your hair was pulled out of your face as you entered your normal work space. It was a medium sized room, housed by you and your colleague Luis. Your personalities complimented each other, despite the severity of them. You tended to quietly work, your head doing all your talking. Luis, while brilliant, wanted to talk through everything. He would ask your opinion and then the banter would begin, even when you didn’t intend for it to.

“You’re late,” Luis said in a sing-song voice. He was already sitting at his desk. There was a half-drunk cup of coffee there beside him. More than once he’s mixed that cup up with other substances. Today he had the caffeine in a bright red mug so that he could tell the difference. “Sleep finally catch up to you Dulcinea?” You smiled a bit at the nickname. It was apparently one of the characters from Don Quixote. He had told you the story of it as though he wrote it himself but truth be told, you weren’t always paying attention.

“My bed was just so comfortable,” you promised. He leaned forward, taking off his protective glasses so you could see his eyes. You stood across the table from him.

“I would love to second that statement. Do you think I could create my own experiment to verify?” You rolled your eyes, though your smile remained. Working with Luis was like this. You were glad not to be stuck with some of the other people in the building, stoic and all business. You wondered what you would look like beside them, if you would meld into their bland personalities.

Luis kept you interesting.

“Maybe someday Luis.”

“I didn’t hear a no.” You narrowed your eyes at him. He had the lovesick puppy look again, the one you adored so much. You saw it at work frequently when you both avoided actually working. These days, the cause didn’t seem so exciting. It never seemed clear. Who were you making this for?

“Back down dog,” you teased. He chuckled lowly and leaned back down in his chair. He put his glasses back down, looking back at what he was doing. You opened up some of your files and what you were working on the day before. In an instant the mood shifted. Luis could only bring so much light into a room with so much dread.

The pictures alone sent a chill down your spine.

The nagging at the back of your head returned.

What was this worth?

“Progress was made yesterday,” you said, dryly. You weren’t sure why you were talking about it. It was a Luis move, to talk yourself through something. But you said it anyway. He raised his head.

“Good progress or bad progress?” When he met your eyes he knew the answer. He nodded solemnly. There wasn’t much Luis Serra couldn’t make a joke of but this was one of those rare instances he was silent. “We could always run away princesa.” He had been nagging at you about it. He was nearing the end of his rope too.

You thought about the other people in the other rooms. Did they feel the same?

“Yeah,” you muttered. You looked back down to the pictures. “Do you ever just want to go home?”

“Use your vacation days, no?” You shook your head.

“Just go back home and stay there.” There was something comforting about a place you could return to that had to accept you. The more you starred at the parasite the more you craved something more familiar. What would it have been like if Luis and you had met in a bar instead, careless and free?

“Valdelobos has never been that forgiving to me,” he admitted.

“There was nothing good about it?” There was a short pause as you imagined he remembered the good things. He had told you about the death of his grandfather and how much he enjoyed spending time with him.

“It was too small,” he said. He shook his head and smiled softly, reminiscing. “I used to hunt with my abuelo. He would tell me stories, the most hermosas historias…” He shook his head. “He died when I was young. He would’ve liked you, he liked beautiful women.” You laughed a bit. “I’ll go back eventually.”

“Good.” You nodded, thinking of your own home. There was a future out there for both of you that wasn’t stuck within these white walls. “Me too.”

Umbrella’s European Facility was no longer the place you had hoped it would be. You were stuck in the neverending worry of dying for a cause you didn’t understand, let alone believe in.

When you wiggled your way out you did it silently. You did it by slowly packing your bags, by keeping the boxes random, by moving them without suspicion. The last day you went to work you gave no indication that you would never be coming back.

You felt bad.

Luis’s eyes were the same as the day you had met him and you didn’t want to leave him behind. His alluring promises of leaving had gotten to your head and you only hoped they would get to his as well. You left him with nothing except a note in your files, all the things you left with loose ends, a small apology note and the imprint of your lipstick on a napkin. You thought he might appreciate it. Hopefully it would curb his frustration to know that you felt the same way about him that he felt about you.

You worked quietly after that. In silence as you followed Umbrella’s otherwise inconspicuous work. You told people what you knew without leaving your name behind. You promised that you had never meant for it to get that bad, that you never wanted to use science like that. You never wanted to use your brain like that.

You thought of Luis often. You thought of him when you heard a particularly funny joke. You thought of him when you saw a charming smile or when someone made a pass at you. There was never going to be another Luis Serra.

Then Raccoon City happened and everything was put under a magnifying glass. Amongst those who had been subpoenaed publicly, Luis was not one of them. You could only hope he made it out of there alive before everything went down. You grappled with your work being done in such a violent manner.

“You ready?”

Leon’s voice was low. You were looking at the village home in front of you, wondering who had lived in it. It wasn’t the first time you had been swept up in something you hadn’t meant to. You sought out to save the world with science and now you were standing with a gun in the middle of Spain.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” A gun had never been your forte. Your friendship with Leon blossomed as he lived through the Raccoon City incident and you offered insider information on Umbrella. The government sent the both of you through training. You would be physically dealing with your consequences and help Leon make sense of the world around him as you did so.

He had hardened throughout the years you had known him. This wasn’t your first time you were together on something dangerous and it would likely not be the last.

“I can’t believe you got roped into this,” he grumbled, leading. He had his hand on his gun, though he hadn’t pulled it out of the holster yet. “This was supposed to be a one man job. Limit as much reaction from the locals as you can.”

“Guess they just wanted me to keep you in check,” you offered. You found your own voice had lost some of its life as well. How long would you and Leon be doing this?

Though this time, you weren’t being truthful with him. You had heard him talking about it, briefly, and how he would be going to Spain to find something. You had no idea it was the President’s daughter when you insisted on tagging along.

Valdelobos.

A place you had only heard of before, one that you had barely been able to find on a map. Luis’s home was a place you had only imagined through his words. You didn’t actually think you would find him here but you would be lying if you said your own agenda had nothing to do with coming here with Leon.

Your conversation had been scarce leading up to where you currently were. There was so much to talk about but little to actually say about all of it. It just was. Leon opened the door with his flashlight.

It was black inside. Your eyes adjusted to the large objects within.

“Where’d the lights go?” he questioned dryly.

“Power must’ve blown with everyone’s sanity,” you suggested. You pushed past him to see what was inside. There was no obvious movement. Leon moved around behind you. You had grown accustomed to his footsteps, knowing how they sound on different types of ground. You would never mistake Leon for someone coming to kill you.

As you entered another room, lighter from the sunlight, you saw different science equipment on the table. You squinted as you looked over it. Viles and a microscope had been discarded on the table. Beside it was a picture frame that was face down. You picked it up.

A little boy and his grandfather, from the looks of it. You didn’t want to think it was him but that’s where your brain went. The guitar hanging from the fireplace didn’t help your case. What if this had been Luis’s home? What if this had been the places he told you stories about, the place where he was raised?

“Hey,” he called. You turned back around, shaking your thoughts. You had to focus. Leon had moved a bookshelf out of the way and was kneeling down. There was a hatch just next to the stairs. He undid it, opening it up. With it came a cloud of dust, as well as the smell of decay. He looked up at you.

“Ladies first,” you joked as you approached. He kept his expression straight as he stood up.

“I got your six,” he promised.

“Always!” you said as you jumped down. You landed with a huff. It was dark, even more consumed with the black now that there were no windows. You could hear a soft movement further down the hallway. Could you even call it that? It was more like a long crypt. You raised your flashlight. A body was moving at the other end, though it was completely wrapped up in some kind of bag.

“See anything?” Leon called.

“Yeah. Just one person, tied up. Gimme a sec.”

“Want me to come down?”

“I’m okay.”

You approached slowly and with caution. You knelt beside the wiggling person and undid the top rope. A face emerged from the bag, tape over his mouth.

You recognized each other at the same time as he stopped his muffled scream for help and became uncharacteristically quiet. You ripped off the tape. He groaned out of pain but quickly got over it.

“Dulcinea?”

“Luis,” you breathed. You were right. You knew he would be here.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned. Words stumbled out of your mouth.

“Looking for you,” you said honestly. His eyes clouded over with some adoration mixed with anger. He opened his mouth to speak again but this time his eyes floated behind you. “Joder, not this guy!” You followed his gaze but was quickly taken out of your senses by a larger than life man. He picked you up by the waist and threw you across the room.

Pain shot across from you like it was individually searching through your veins. You weren’t able to raise your head. Where was Leon? Your worry became overwhelming and you passed out.

Your senses took over before your brain had caught up. You were disoriented, desperately trying to search for the last memory you had. Your eyes opened slowly. Your vision was blurry. You were sitting down, against a hard surface.

It took you about ten seconds to start to panic. Unable to move your hands was the last straw in realizing what had happened. You surveyed the room in front of you, happy to see that the only people there were Leon and Luis. They were both standing, hands above their heads, connected by some sort of chain mechanism.

Luis was moving his hands down. Leon was still limp on the other side. You were tied to a support beam with rope. Luis turned to look at you, his face tight with concentration.

You got a good look at him.

He didn’t look all that different from what you remembered. You had lunch a couple times when you worked together but you usually saw him in his lab coat. Seeing him in jeans and a leather jacket was a nice change of pace.

Seeing him at all was a breath of fresh air. You were still reeling that he was alive, in front of you, back home.

“Welcome to mi casa,” he groaned. He turned his head, a sly smile on his face. “Sorry I didn’t clean, I wasn't expecting visitors.” You shook your head. For a moment you forgot you were tied to a beam and tried to move forward to him. He titled his head. There was something solemn about it.

“How long have you been here?”

“Is that all you want to ask me?”

“Are you okay?” you asked instead.

“Could be better.” He glanced forward, his eyes shifting. His eyes then remained on yours. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered. “I never thought I’d see you again, Dulcinea.”

“I’ve been looking,” you promised. “This isn’t exactly the easiest place to find on the map.”

“You need a magnifying glass,” he said, quietly. Leon stood up straight, waking up with a start. He looked up at his hands and pulled them down.

“Oh, what the fuck?” he muttered. Luis’s arms pulled above his head.

“Hey, stop it!” Leon looked around and moved his arms so that he was facing Luis.

“This yanqui got a name?” Luis questioned, turning around.

“Leon,” you said. Leon turned to look at you as he started to weigh the options he had with the chain.

“Why didn’t you get attached to this guy?” Leon questioned as he walked around, surveying his options.

“Leon, this is Luis.” He stopped, only briefly. He looked between the two of you.

“You two know each other?” he grumbled.

“One could say that,” Luis said. “So did we pick the wrong spot to vacation, eh?” Leon moved quickly to the side. “Hey, stop it! You move, I move and I’m beat up enough as it is.” Leon looked up at the wheel keeping them together. Luis raised an eyebrow. “I see you’re thinking. Bet you’ve been in spots like this before, eh?”

Your natural instinct was to roll your eyes but you couldn’t explain the warmth his sly voice gave you.

“Lemme guess. You’re here looking for someone?”

“Luis,” you warned.

“Me perhaps? Or maybe some missing senorita?” Leon stopped pulling. “A young girl?” He turned, ears perked up. He pulled down on the chain, pulling Luis towards him.

“Talk. Now.”

“See, heard chatter about moving a senorita.”

“Moving her. Where?” Leon questioned. He let Luis go.

“Who knows? But later, saw some men dragging someone…to the old church.” They moved to even out the chain. They pulled down together with a grunt. Luis fell but Leon kept his balance. “Mierda.”

“Woah!” you called, moving towards the incoming violent villager.

Leon pulled Luis forward and they evened out the chain so that it was wrapped around the slashing villain. You watched, helplessly, as they pulled tightly to break the man's neck. The force knocked Luis and the limp man down beside you. Luis sat up, reaching for the key. You put your foot on it, making eye contact with him.

“You’re not going anyway,” you argued. “I just found you.” Luis pressed his lips together.

“Try not to be so eager,” he said.

“Untie me.”

“Why, when we could have so much fun with you tied?” You rolled your eyes. His sarcasm dissipated. “Oh my Dulcinea,” he whispered. Leon groaned, moving your foot over to grab the key. Luis moved forward, hands still bound, and untied you.

“Where’s the old church?” Leon questioned.

“We’re trying to have a heartfelt reunion yanqui,” Luis argued. You clenched your hands to get the blood flowing again.

“You can be heartfelt as we walk.”

“Leon,” you said, sternly. You weren’t often hard with him. He was in charge here, you were reserved to the job you were required to do. This was Luis.

“We’re on a time crunch,” he retorted. You shook your head and Luis helped you up. He eyed the two of you, wondering why you were truly here. The last he had seen you, you were a quiet scientist, doing what you thought was good from behind closed doors. You were never one to grab a gun and march out into the fight. He imagined your friend was that type though. How close of friends were you?

“Can you take us there?” you asked.

“It would usually cost a pretty penny, but for you princesa, I’ll waive the fee.” You nodded once, glad to have him back. You had emotions to work through but right now you were taking a page out of Leon’s book. Ignore it until you had a minute to breathe.

The abandoned factory was unforgiving and tortuous. You followed Luis as he led, never quietly, trying to find the safest way to the church. He had gotten good with a gun. Maybe he had always been good. You couldn’t decide.

Eventually you came to a fork in the road. A key was needed to move further on and that key was quite safely guarded behind an army of infected villagers. Luis was ready for another fight, always excited to be part of the action, but Leon insisted on scoping it out on his own while the two of you stayed back to see if there was another way around.

If there was, you’d go get him. Easy as that.

You thought he was just getting fed up with Luis but didn’t want to leave him alone. You couldn’t blame him. Luis would leave the second he could, you could feel it.

You backtracked to the factory itself as Leon trudged forward.

It smelled of rats and dried blood. Iron hung in the air from the disregarded projects. It had been forgotten long ago, perhaps longer than the village had been infected.

“I take it Leon wanted us to have a moment to catch up, no?”

“I think Leon got annoyed with us,” you offered instead. You had been waiting for a moment alone this whole time. You wanted to beg for forgiveness but you weren’t sure where to start. The guilt of leaving him behind was strong.

You came to a stop in the middle of a larger room. Luis almost ran into you.

“I’m sorry,” you said. Your voice was hard.

“Lo siento, what are you sorry for?” He took a step back but you were still so close.

You never thought you would see him again. The desire to touch him was fueled by the delusions you held in your memories. How life could’ve been different if you had met in different circumstances. If you had just met when you were still young and free, without being tied to a traumatic future.

“For leaving you without saying anything. I thought about coming and getting you so many times,” you admitted. As you started you found that your words just continued. They had been wanting to come out since you left him the imprint of your lipstick. “I wanted you to come with me but I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t shake that we were doing something wrong.” You remembered what it was like to be optimistic and young, to pretend that the world was better than it was.

“Dulcinea-”

“No, please let me finish.” You took a deep breath and straightened your shoulders. “I’ve been looking for you ever since. I was so scared to find you in the rubble of Raccoon City. Leon survived that, as a police officer. I thought helping him and whoever he was receiving orders from, would help you in the end. I just wanted to make it back to you, to make sure you were okay. I’m so sorry.”

His face had softened.

There was a deep understanding in his eyes, mixed with something else. Guilt or pain\. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

“You don’t have to feel sorry for that,” he offered. “Though, you should feel sorry that you only left me with a paper kiss.” You couldn’t help but smile slyly.

“It’s never too late to fix that one.” He met your eyes, that smug smirk on his face. He was the man you had talked to about your life and your future. How had you two gotten stuck in the middle of doom like this? You could’ve been scientists in a little suburban home, chasing around little ones and the dog in the backyard.

That was the life Luis Serra deserved.

He leaned in, kissing you with precision. He had no reserves and didn’t hold back. His head tilted, hand on your cheeks as he held you close to him. The kiss felt like it was a desperate attempt to bring back that life you could’ve had. You threw your arm around his neck and gripped his jacket with the other.

“I’m sorry I let you go,” he whispered against your lips. An apology that had been hanging on his tongue for years. He should’ve been there with you the entire way.

“I’m sorry that this has happened to your home,” you countered. He shook his head.

“I told you Valdelobos was never that forgiving.” He brushed your hair out of your face, just happy to now have permission to touch you. He held your face. He was so handsome, staring at you like you were the world. “You saw my home. Not too shabby, eh?” You smiled.

“I’m sure it was beautiful once upon a time.”

“What, you don’t like what I’ve done with the place?”

“I’ve got the key!”

Leon’s voice carried through the small buildings' rooms. They echoed off the forgotten walls and found their way back to you.

“So you and Senor Kennedy are amigos yeah? Nada mas?” You rolled your eyes.

“Nada mas,” you repeated. Hearing you speak Spanish made him want to kiss you silly. You grabbed Luis’s hand and kissed the back of it before heading back. He brushed the back of your hair as you walked before letting you go.

It took him a few steps to continue on.

This deal with Ada had to work.

It had to.

#luis serra x reader #luis serra x fem!reader #luis serra navarro x reader #luis serra navarro x fem!reader #resident evil imagines #resident evil fanfiction

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liminsendhelp · 1 month

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Don't pet the flea cat

Price×f!reader

Tags: slight description of reader (chubby, muscular, strong, denying gender as a concept), possibly slightly sociopathic/autistic reader, profanity, denial of authority, evil scientist on the way to becoming.

I don't speak English. I didn't proofread the text.

enjoy.

Part 1. Part 2.

You're quiet in bed. For real. Without the pretenses and masks of a woman subordinate to someone else's dominance, when you're not alive enough, not human enough. When the beast of animal desire inside makes you dig your nails into your palms. When you want to put out cigarettes on yourself to block out the unbridled power of the urge for sex.

It's always been a problem. People have crumpled their gut. They put on layer upon layer of approval and expectation.

Your essence was causing the thin material of socialization to fray at the seams.

To top it all off, you're easily obsessed.

Your blood boils at the sight of beauty.

He's ugly. Like everyone else.

Ordinary.

Yet you can't name a single time you've looked at Price without wanting to rip his face off.

He says, in that quiet and understanding tone of his, in those chuckles and snickers of his.

You're not even a nurse. You're a researcher in a tiny development lab. You have no education whatsoever (except for art), taken in by acquaintances to help you out, before asking you to finish some psychiatry courses just to make sure. Science dragged you down so that you were up to your ears in philosophy, psychology, old treatises and other crap.

So there you are, cleaning animal cages, helping out with easy experiments, coaching timid grad students on how to interact with small rodents. And then, at one point, you're set up as a lab technician. And you're not dumb, you have ideas, you have a desire to understand the workings of the brain. straighten it out, twist it back up and straighten it out again.

Of all the specialists, you're a little more interested in behaviorism, a little more obsessed with crime.

Brain cutting brain.

You're quiet, calm, frighteningly cold. Your gaze is dark, like a constantly dissecting blade. So what? You're better than those idiots, even without a proper education. You're smarter, more thoughtful, thorough, workaholic. Those above you - senior researchers, PhDs and postdocs - know you're good. Good enough to keep you around.

The institute is a restricted facility. It's not weird that they moved the labs to an outhouse inside the fucking military base, is it? No. After the incident, half the staff went on paid leave. Understaffed, overworked, stressed out. Neuropsych, cognitive-behavioral, experimental, psychiatric, chemical-pharmacology and blah, blah, blah labs downsized in limited space.

Each department used to have animals to do research on. Now your work is all theory and documentation. This problem was soon promised to be solved, but no one really hoped for a super secret lab with experimental subjects for every taste. From mouse to human.

They have unwanted prisoners, don't they?

Anyway.

You were transported to the base after a small-- Terrorist attack at your institute. Again, pathos on an all-cosmic scale, nothing of the sort happened, but "national brains and serious research" must be saved, come on.

No one was hurt.

Not even injured.

And now it's not like you're severely stung for budget and space, despite the relatively small footprint of the allotted space.

The most significant downside here at the base is that even while trying to stay out of the allotted space as much as possible, you see extra people. Military.

They're all killers. They're killers, and you have a taste problem. They want to clean up the developments for the good of the military, and you imagine the horror they're going to be in when, under interrogation, people break their teeth on each other while overdosing.

They walk under your windows, stand against the opposite wall when you go out for a late night smoke, show up in the lab to stick their noses where they'll get their balls bitten off and shoved up their asses.

The military are no more welcome than they should be, after all, the scientists here have only themselves to thank on the heads of the fucked up officials who decided it would be a good idea to sign you all up for this cohabitation.

And doors slam, eyes scrutinizing your white coats and circles under your eyes, hands reaching for developments, noses poking into all your dirty laundry.

But they shouldn't be anywhere near it.

You're in your second month of work, trying to function as you're used to - mechanically. But today your senior's not here, Dr. Moon's away at a useless security conference. Usually she'd be kind enough to bring you a bunch of food from the cafeteria.

You're not a little girl. You can't live on a stash of sweets and coffee without worsening your already obvious gastritis. And you need a normal amount of food to keep your body functioning. You've always been meaty, no match for thin, slim, graceful girls, some of whom had the superpower to survive on a lettuce leaf (not taking into account goddess nymphs with healthy appetites and excellent metabolisms, such creatures were a myth in the flesh).

But, you don't want to go out to this mess of heads and dirty mouths.

You clench your hands into fists, pressing your nails into your skin. You're going to have to do this anyway. You're perfectly capable of not eating for a week, thanks to your unhealthy relationship with food, but you're not going to torture yourself. After all, you've been on the wrong side of self-loathing for a long time now.

Now what went inward is actively being broadcast to those around you.

So you put on your coldest mask, clench your teeth tightly, and pretend not to notice the scrutinizing stares from all sides. You're stared at by your coworkers because you never go out into the light. The soldiers stare at you because you look like a pathetic mound of snow among their dusty greenery.

You think you're perfectly capable of eating alone because your coworkers are permanent idiots in their surprised stares and whispers.

But when you sit down at the table, with seemingly as disinterested in each other as possible eaters, both soldiers and medics begin to stare even more intensely. Like little kids. Are those some marshal generals of all the earth at your table?

How's your diplomacy going over there?

"Can I sit here?" You ask evenly, almost forgetting to give your voice a questioning tone.

"Of course, miss." The voice is deep and soft.

You definitely sat down with the wrong people.

"Thank you, I won't take long."

You don't look at them. No need to. Dr. Moon is coming tomorrow and you won't have to crawl out of the sink anymore.

You eat fast, two minutes for the whole meal. The military must realize that's possible, right? They used to mock you for that ability. Now, you unconsciously take it personally when they laugh at you from afar. That's why you hate the school system. Cafeteria, really? Just give us each a bag of dog food.

You rise from your seat to escape into your reports, hypotheses, and research.

"What's your name?"

No. You didn't hear that question.

It's probably rude, since they're high-ranking.

You'll be out of here faster than they can take offense.

"Miss?"

Will you fucking calm down, you idiot?

"Run me through the database." You almost growl, speaking in lower case.

Stupid. Startled, you look up.

The blue-eyed freak, so appealing, puffing with calm control, seems amused rather than pissed off.

Thank the Goddess, thank any Force that covered your ass and you were taken as entertainment.

Blue eyes make the dry semblance of shame in your chest scrape sandpaper across your ribs.

"I can already tell by you that you're a bitch." It sounds from behind you. Expectedly. You can clearly see from the face of the man in front of you that he's unimpressed by this outburst. The burning blue melts you from the inside out with two heartbeats, and you dare to interrupt the deafening silence of judgment around you.

You drop the apology and carry your body back to your lair. You only exhale as you lock the door from the inside with the key. As if that will save you. People won't forget.

Dr. Moon reprimands you from the doorstep the next day. You fell asleep at your desk again. She shoves you onto the small couch in her office. While she shreds the mail, you sleep peacefully for a couple hours.

"Honey? Come here."

Oh, that tone. Are you in trouble because of last night?

They couldn't be more touchy, which one of those mutts snitched on you--

"Your initiative has been approved."

You find yourself on your feet, your hair tousled, your clothes askew, but all your attention is on the screen.

Confirmation letter… authorization to conduct data analysis… for detection… with command support… attachment to teams… supervised access to files….

You blink, then reread it again.

"What's that?"

"You didn't think they'd let you play spy, did you?"

There was hope. But no, it's the other thing that's weird.

"I only asked for an archive. Ideally to observe from afar and interview recruits."

"You and I both know, darling, you're just waiting for a chance to sit your ass down and duck your head into papers. You wanted the internship, go get it." Dr. Moon sits back as contented as can be. She was the force that kept pushing you, wanting to create a diamond.

You wished you were more like hydrogen. To be present everywhere so that you couldn't be seen anywhere.

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"One team is available. Someone from the local legends. But they've agreed to work with you."

No! You let out a low scream. Then you squeeze out a loud sob.

"Can I say no?"

"I'll put laxatives in your next meal."

You sigh.

"Acting like a child, Doc." The good-natured, acerbic face in front of you contorted for a second. She hated being called that.

"That's not for you to tell me, sweetheart. Get your work plan in here, we'll review it. You go to work tomorrow."

#limin #john price #price x reader #price #tf 141 #gnc women

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non-bionical-mecha-dude · 2 years

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ok i have a rottmnt request!

reader x donnie, where reader is like a yokai/mutant x human hybrid? (how does that work idk but we won’t question) maybe a dragon or a snake mutant :) can be hcs or a one-shot idm! feel free to ignore this req lol

Absolutely!!! I decided to go with a half snake! Reader, I hope you enjoy!!

(also, sorry if this is short, I wrote this in the middle of class Lol)

Donnie x Half Snake Yokai! Reader!

When he met you, he was in pure Awe

He knew Yokai and mutants who were based on animals could mingle and create some new type of Yokai species, but he never imagined the possibility of a half human half snake yokai

When you first met, he was visiting the Mystic City, with his brothers, shopping and looking around

He was staring at some sort of new Yokai technology, before he bumped into another Yokai, when he opened his eyes, he was met with some of the most beautiful yellow eyes he had seen.

You both of course apologized, but he couldn't keep his eyes off you!

Having both characteristics of a human, but also a long with a snake? It was almost exactly what he was! (Minus the snake bit)

You both were constantly peeping at one another, often times accidentally locking eyes.

Until eventually Leo had to intervene and set you two up to get each other's numbers somehow

When you both started dating, it was so much more unexpected than what he could predict

At first you were scared to kiss him, in fear you would accidentally prick him with your fangs

Sure it happened a couple times, but he found it so adorable when you would get flustered and start to apologize for it

He doesn't like PDA or much affection in general, but when you did give it and he allowed it? Oh he could melt

He often found himself running hands along the scales that littered your skin, taking in it's color and shape, he often found himself complimenting them

If you're ever insecure about being a snake yokai, he will constantly compliment you, give you sweet snake facts (that he totally didn't Google and he totally knew it before hand).

He enjoys making inventions next to you, he'll explain each individual piece and mechanism, you may not understand much of what he's saying, but he enjoys that you're atleast trying to listen (Unlike his brothers *cough* *cough)

His dad was a tiny bit anxious around you (considering snakes eat rats) but after a while and he started to become more relaxed around you

If he ever hears like a hiss, or some sort of snake noise from you, he will obsess over it, and will do everything in his power to hear it again, he just finds it adorable, and it's TOTALLY FOR SCIENCE AND RESEARCH.

If you have a little snake tail, he'll constantly try not to step on it, he's accidentally stepped on it before, many times, and each time he apologizes

If you have some sort of skin/scale routine you have to do, he'll try to help in anyway he can, taking notes on what you do, helping you if you need a little help, and later, after he does more research, he will give ideas on what to do next time, or a more effective way to do something

Constantly gives compliments about your eyes

Is kinda freaked out at first by the way your eyes dilate but later, he finds it so interesting, and he finds it even cuter when your eyes get really wide and big

Often brags about you to his brothers

He often likes to call you his evil lab assistant, because there is no way this man does not see himself as an evil genius

When he gives evil cackles, you just like to watch him cause you find it so cute

Often times you have to persuade him into going to bed cause this man is an insomniac

He finds your tongue so cool, how it's forked and how it flicks when you hiss

Often times you hiss at him when you're annoyed, but now he often tries to make you annoyed cause he finds your little hiss so cute

You are often very quiet when you walk/glide, so you always scare the everliving shit outta hit when you sneak up behind him

But he tries to play it off as if you didn't scare him

When you laugh, you make little hisses, and he is absolutely IN LOVE WITH IT, he literally melts when you laugh and often tries to do more things to get a laugh out you

Whenever you're upset because. someone, since he's not the best at communicating his emotions, he will often say "you want me to kill them? Cause I'll do it, just get me some Titanium, nuts and bolts, chlorophyll, hydrogen monoxide, and they're body won't be found *insert evil chuckle*" and usually, it cheers you up

You love your absolute dorky turtle of a boyfriend

#headcannons #fanfiction #rottmnt #fanfic #save rottmnt #self insert #tmnt #rottmnt headcannons #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt donatello

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@gimmiethatfanfiction : Hi! Love your writing btw but could I plzzz request a body swap where Y/N and Alcina swap body's for a day thx

Oh man XD The ideas that ran through my brain lol. Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Lying on Alcina’s lap as she strokes a hand through their hair* Alci, what’s it like being so tall? Do you like it?

Alcina: *Smiles down at Y/N* It has its perks… Like being able to reach my candy stash that no one has ever found. However, I do sometimes miss being your size. *Leans down and kisses Y/N’s head*

Y/N: Candy stash?! Where is- Wait!

Y/N: *Thinking* O.o I HAVE AN IDEA! *Grabs Alcina by the hand and tugs her to her feet*

Alcina: *Surprised* D-draga! Where are we going?!

Y/N: To Mother Miranda’s lab!

At Mother Miranda’s lab

Mother Miranda: So… You want me to make Alcina your size? Do you understand how much work that would take?

Y/N: Come on, Mother Miranda! Alci deserves this!

Mother Miranda: Hmm, well… *Looks at Alcina* She is a good cinnamon roll. I’ll try. *Pats Alcina’s arm*

Alcina: *Blushes at Miranda’s praise* Thank you, Mother Miranda.

Y/N: Yeah, science time!

A few hours later

Alcina: *Dozing off with her head on a table in Mother Miranda’s lab*

Y/N: *Curled around Alcina’s face as a makeshift sleep mask*

Miranda: *Barges in* I’ve done it!

Alcina and Y/N: *Startled*

Y/N: *Falls off the table*

Miranda: All the two of you need to do is step into these chambers I’ve made. *Gestures to a machine she has created*

Y/N: *On the ground* Wait, why do I need to go in? You’re just making her smaller right?

Miranda: I need a reference for the machine to scan so that she will be reduced to the correct size. You don’t want her to come out looking like Super Mario, do you?

Y/N: *Grins* Actually-

Alcina: NO! We don’t want that. Isn’t that right, Draga? *Gives them the evil eye*

Y/N: *Grumbles* Fine…

Alcina and Y/N: *Both step into the machine*

Miranda: *Starts it up*

A few minutes later

Alcina and Y/N: *Both step out*

Y/N: *Rubs their face* Damn. I feel weird. Did it work, Alci?

Alcina: *Blinking her eyes* I do feel smaller… *Looks down and notices she’s somehow in the clothes Y/N was just wearing* Wait… *Runs to look in a mirror, shrieks* AHH! I’m you, Y/N!

Y/N: What?? *Looks over at Alcina* Hey! You look like me! Bahaha!

Alcina: *Growls* Look at yourself, Y/N…

Y/N: *Walks over and smacks their head on a hanging light* Yeoww! *Grabs their head*

Alcina: *Snorts* Not so easy being that tall is it, draga?

Y/N: *Looks in the mirror* Holy crap, I’m hot! *Immediately grabs their boobs* Ginormous fun bags! Just for me! How do you get any work done?! I could do this all day! *Squishes the tiddies*

Alcina: *Groans* I don’t know if I should feel flattered or violated…

Y/N: *Sees Miranda cowering in fear at what she’s done* Come here, Mother Miranda! Give us a kiss! *Picks up Miranda and snuggles her into them*

Miranda: *Actually about to suffocate in those big boobles that Y/N doesn’t have the right to wield* Put me down, you dolt!

Y/N: *Whines* Alright… *Lets Miranda go and she falls onto the ground*

Miranda: Ouch! *Dusts herself off, stands up* The good news is that this will be temporary. The effects will only last a day or so… I just don’t know where I went wrong. *Thinking*

Alcina: *Timidly walks over to Y/N, tugs on their dress, makes grabby hands* Could you, umm… Maybe pick me up and carry me, draga?

Y/N: *Excited as hell* :D YEAH! Up you go! *Picks Alcina up and nuzzles their face into hers*

Alcina: *Suddenly feels very emotional because it’s been a long time since she’s been held like this, cries*

Y/N: Don’t cry, babe! It’s not permanent! *Pets Alcina’s head a bit too hard because they don’t know their own strength*

Alcina: Ow! Not too hard, Draga! *Crosses her arms, pouting*

Y/N: Wanna ride on my shoulders?! *Looks hopeful*

Alcina: *Trying not to look excited* … Fine. *Looks away to hide her blush*

Back at the castle

Y/N: Girls! Your mother and I are home!

The Dimi sisters: *Swarm in*

Bela: *The mama’s girl, hugs Y/N’s leg* Welcome home, Mother!

Y/N: *Laughs* Actually, Bela, it’s me! Y/N! Here’s your mom. *Gently puts Alcina on the ground*

Alcina: *Waves shyly as Y/N*

The Dimi sisters: 👁👄👁

The Dimi sisters: *Swarm around Alcina and snuggle her tinier form*

Bela: I’ve never been able to hug you so easily! *Crushes Alcina in a bear hug*

Alcina: *Eyeballs almost pop out of her sockets from the pressure*

Cass: You switched bodies?! How?!

Y/N: Mother Miranda made this-

Cass: Understood.

Dani: This is like a movie! Wait, Y/N! Swing me around with your new height!

Y/N: *Eyes widen* YES! Girls, grab on! Alci Airlines is ready to fly! *Holds out their hand for the girls to grab*

The Dimi sisters: *Immediately grab on*

Alcina: Wait! Wait, no don’t!

Y/N: *Spinning around as fast as they can, smashing stuff with their huge arms, gets dizzy, falls on top of a couch and it shatters*

The girls: *Fall over like bowling pins*

Alcina: *Rubbing her eyes* Y/N is literally a threat to all of humanity while they inhabit my body…

Y/N: *Pops up, suddenly remembers something* The candy stash! Earlier you said you had a secret candy stash. Tell me where it is, Alci!

Alcina: *Smirks* Like I would ever tell you, Y/N.

Y/N: …

Alcina: …

At a huge staircase

Y/N: *Dangling Alcina off the side of the railing* Tell me where your candy is, woman!

Alcina: *Thrashing violently* Never!

Cass: *Shaking her head, looking at them both* All it took was a little candy to turn them against each other. *Takes a bite of a snickers from the stash that she discovered years ago without Alcina’s knowledge*

Note: This one turned out a little crazy, not gonna lie…

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda

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triptych-of-voids · 5 months

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First things first, I love your head cannons and the way you draw it's very very crunchable, now the question, do you have any science party head cannons? That's all, thank you!! :3c

thank you i appreciate it!! and yes i have a few im normal about them <- foaming at the mouth btw

you know the drill theyre going under the cut in case it gets long

someone made a post about this already i think and i dont remember who but medic and engineer would be so good at parallel play. theyre both content to be in the lab or in the workshop doing their own thing just alongside each other, maybe occasionally dragging the other over to look at what theyre working on either to show it off or get feedback of some kind. they both find each others work to be fascinating even if they dont completely understand it, and on the occasion they combine their knowledge to work on something together it always ends up being Really Fucking Cool and fun for them, regardless of whether or not it ends up being something successful. thats their idea of a date. parallel play working on fucked up and evil science stuff

out of all the mercs, engineer and heavy strike me as the ones that would do most of the cooking. not that the others cant cook (although i think some of them would need supervision....) but most of the time they just dont really want to, and besides theyd both be very good at it. but anyway engie would know about medics sensory issues and him being picky about certain foods and hed always try to make meals everyone will enjoy. if there is something in a dish that he knows medic wont like then he will either mess with the recipe a bit in order to exclude it or will just make it on the side so everyone else can have some but medic wont have to deal with it.

medic uses a weighted blanket and likes to hold onto things in his sleep as well so anytime they share a bed engie gets compressed into a jpeg. this is sometimes avoided because it isnt uncommon for engie to pull an all-nighter or for medic to wake up freakishly early so sometimes medic will already be asleep and/or will get up before him but still, its like a hydraulic press in there

like i said about engie knowing about medics sensory issues and whatever else, sometimes on the battlefield if medic is starting to get overwhelmed he will fall back to a dispenser and engie will shoo anyone else off to go find a health kit instead so medic can get just a few brief moments of peace

they have the kind of relationship where neither of them ever get bored of each others company and neither of them ever run out of things to talk about. which is very cool and awesome for them and sort of boring and awful for anyone else who might get stuck in a room or a car with them for any extended period of time

medics love language, platonic or otherwise, can be best described as 'all of the above'. hes very affectionate and bitey and he isnt always very good at communicating that he cares but he tries to convey it through things like weird gifts (like how a cat brings back dead animals), surgery and medical evaluation, talking a whole lot and hoping it counts for something, acts of service but he can only kill and dissect, etc. and engie somehow has the patience to put up with it. engie is big on acts of service and words but it doesnt matter because medic saps up any and all affection he is given like an infinite sponge and then tries in his own deranged way to return it tenfold

also. i think shipping these two is so funny because at first glance it might look like medic is the feral one and engie is the responsible one but then you look again and the roles have switched. and then you look a third time and theyre actually both a little unhinged. anything in the name of science

#is this enough. did i say enough or do you want more xD #i love them i think theyre so silly ^^#definitely one of the ships ever #platonically or otherwise i dont really care im a big fan either way #tf2 #science party #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #engiemedic #replies from the void #the doc is in

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neoyi · 11 months

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The Catbat comic was a nice little treat for the upcoming Crash Team Rumble game, but I especially love the addition of this particular character.

Like up until the ending slide show in Crash 4, I don't think there was anything to indicate Cortex's robotic scientists weren't anything but mindless automatons that did his bidding (and also end up as cannon fodder during.) The slide show implied they had to do something while Cortex was away post-final battle, which could either be them fulfilling their commands to keep themselves busy (or something) or the first signs of sentience and a life beyond their creator.

So you got one of the Lab Assistants who doesn't seem to work for Cortex. Or maybe he does and he has a rock gig in secret. Whatever the case is, there are signs of a free man here, one who grew beyond his programming and doesn't have to live a degrading, butt monkey existence as Cortex's minion. One who could be altruistic and help those in need.

Even the outfit he wears evokes the many, many costumes the Lab Assistants have donned over the games. They were always situational and appropriate to wherever Cortex sent them, but this rock n' roll look though? It's all his. This is his personal identity and what he can claim to call his own. Cortex did not choose this, HE did. I hope Rock n' Roll Lab Assistant Guy continues to explore his identity (find a name, continue to help people and rock out, etc.)

I don't know if Catbat told him the truth of their origin. If so, then they're with good company because he understands, and oh MAN, I really want to do fanart of these two buddies being good friends (or more? Catbat/Rock n' Roll LA pairing? Sure, why not?)

Catbat has such a great potential if Toys For Bob plays their cards right. Because yeah, there really isn't a Cortex science experiment who carried the kind of emotional baggage the way they do. None of the Bandicoots are as burdened with angst about the whole thing. Crash is more than willing to forgive and embrace Cortex because he is a cinnamon roll and I bet he just wants to reconcile with his dad. Coco has healthy outlets when she isn't kicking Cortex's ass through engineering and gaming, as well as a loving sibling bond with her brother. Prime!Tawna? ...Who knows. Crunch? ...That character is so goddamn useless he's not worth talking about here (I'm sorry, Crunch was a better character when he was an evil rival to Crash. You strip that off of him and what does he contribute?) But I digress.

What I'm saying is, I dig Catbat's background, because it continues where Crash 4 took off by creating pathos and character exploration instead of ha ha goofy character and dumb 2005-era Dreamworks humor (god, post-CNK games before the revival era really flattened these characters into senseless clowns.) Like I don't know if Catbat is even on Crash's side, or they happen to want to work together because of common goals. We'll see, I guess!

If a hypothetical Crash 5 happens and Catbat returns, I would genuinely love to see them returning, with an even more greater focus on their revenge against Cortex. But I'm getting ahead of myself; let's see how they do in Rumble first.

Apparently we'll be getting snippets of lore like these throughout Rumble's updates, and I am genuinely looking forward to them expanding the world built by Crash 4.

Look man, I'm not saying Crash Bandicoot has the deepest lore, but seeing little things like these add so much.

#crash bandicoot #crash team rumble #neoyi talks #Still meh this is a moba but the thought of more Crash lore in increments is always enticing

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Henry’s In A Tank: Stranger Things vs The Evil Within (2017)

So, I talked in this post and this post about Elder Brains, and today, I want to talk about The Evil Within, Ruvik, and the STEM system.

Long story short, I think that Henry is in another NINA tank somewhere, since Edward Creel is Vecna, and we don’t know where Henry is, and since Henry seems weirdly present during NINA.

Henward vs Ruben vs Ruvik and The Creels vs The Victorianos

I’m going to talk about Ruben/Ruvik in general in a little bit, but first, let’s just take a look at the initial, most obvious parallels.

Ruben/Ruvik as an adult vs Vecna/vs Burnt Henward:

Ruben as a child vs Henward as a child:

And if you still don’t believe me that this parallel is intentional, look at this official concept art for Vecna:

That’s definitely inspired by Ruvik. Ruvik even does the same damn hand thing that Henward and El do:

Now, let’s get into Ruvik’s backstory, and then get into the story of the rest of the game and how it ties to ST, and why I think Henry’s in a NINA tank.

So, as a child, Ruvik was isolated and “weird,” but very close to his sister, and also a child prodigy. He came from the wealthy Victoriano family, with a religious father (much like Victor), and a mother that he wasn’t close to. Ruben was doing science experiments as a child, and when he was still a child he met a doctor, Dr Jimenez, who assured Ruben that he also did similar science experiments, and that it didn’t make Ruben a monster. Even just initially here, this is already extremely similar to Henry having already known Brenner (talking about “the very doctor I had hoped to escape,” recognizing Brenner immediately by his face after waking up in the lab), and we also have the “monster,” imagery that is constant with El, Brenner, and Henward.

Then, one day, Ruben and his sister were playing in a barn when some disgruntled townsfolk lit the barn on fire. His sister died saving him, and Ruben was left burnt and disfigured, much like Henward in the yellow UD.

Although Ruben survived the fire, Ruben’s father faked Ruben’s death, and led Ruben’s mother to believe that Ruben died in the fire when in reality, he was imprisoned in the basement, and then later at Beacon Mental Hospital. This is SO similar to what happened with Henry- his death was faked (and Virginia likely involved), and then Victor was led to believe that Henry was dead when in reality, he was at HNL, with the mother vs father thing swapped for Henry vs Ruben.

Ruben, much like Henward is frequently associated with spiders. During the game, the player sees a fucked up fleshflayer-esque spider version of Ruvik’s sister. It’s a common motif for him, just like it is for Henward.

When the game begins, the player plays as Sebastian Castellanos, years after the Victoriano fire/Ruvik’s disfigurement (which we’ll come back to later in the STEM system section) but you don’t need to know much about him for this analysis, just that he’s the player character.

We end up at Beacon Mental Hospital, which takes us to the next section of this analysis.

Beacon Mental Hospital vs HNL and Pennhurst

So, Pennhurst and Beacon Mental Hospital look EXTREMELY similar:

At the beginning of the game, the player/Sebastian ends up at Beacon Mental Hospital, pursuing Ruvik. As the game progresses, we learn that the characters aren’t in the real Beacon Mental Hospital at all anymore- instead, they’re part of the STEM system/the version of Beacon Mental Hospital that exists in Ruvik’s mindscape/memories, as Ruvik is part of the STEM system, and the player character is hooked up to a STEM system tank, which we'll get into later, linking their mind to Ruvik's.

The whole "not in the real Beacon Mental Hospital" thing reminds me of the fact that the area of the lab that we see during NINA is COMPLETELY different from the lab we’ve seen in other seasons, and we’ve never seen the NINA area outside of NINA, and we have two different rainbow rooms, too, and the lab and Pennhurst are paralleled all the time, both being likened to prisons, both having orderlies in white uniforms, both experimenting on their patients, etc etc.

The STEM System vs NINA vs Elder Brain Tanks

So, the STEM system is basically multiplayer NINA (although, as is the point of this analysis, I think that NINA is also multiplayer).

Now, going back to the Victoriano fire and Ruben’s disfigurement and the death of his sister and Ruben’s father faking Ruben’s death. Prior to the player character entering Beacon Mental Hospital, Ruben escaped the basement, killed his parents, and became “Ruvik,” and went to work at Beacon Mental Hospital with Dr Jimenez.

Dr Jimenez would betray Ruben, however, and teamed up with the company, MOBIUS, to have Ruben captured, restrained, and forced to become a test subject, just like Brenner kidnapping Henward forcing Henward to be a test subject at HNL.

Ruvik was the first test subject for the STEM system project, and he was hooked up to multiple machines, and his body was experimented on until there was nothing left of him except for a brain, which became part of the STEM system. Ruvik, although just a brain in the real world, had a physical form in his own mindscape, and spent decades trying to find a way to escape his imprisonment. (again, VERY similar to 001/Henward trying to find a way out of the lab.)

Before Ruvik was killed/left as just a brain, though, MOBIUS attempted to sync his brain with Leslie’s- Leslie was a quiet boy, very similar to Ruben, and Leslie reminds me a lot of both Will and El, and was also a test subject at Beacon Mental Hospital.

Ruvik and Leslie’s brains were synced in the STEM system because they had shared trauma- both had lost their families in a violent manner.

I’m staring DIRECTLY at Murray talking about “shared trauma” in ST. Murray even ties "shared trauma" to "your dad," just like the shared Brenner trauma between El and Henward.

So, I’m also staring DIRECTLY at Henward and El during NINA and syncing their brains, and the shared trauma of Brenner/growing up in the lab, especially with all the talk of “you’re like me/we’re the same/papa hurt you," and how they have shared trauma and shared memories.

Unfortunately, Leslie’s brain was unstable (much like NINA glitching for EL), and that’s what resulted in Ruben being killed/stripped down to his brain, as Ruben wanted to proceed with the use of Leslie, but MOBIUS did not.

Decades later, Ruvik somehow managed to manifest himself in the real world briefly, and committed a massacre at the real-life Beacon Mental Hospital (which is why Sebastian was at the hospital in the first place, investigating the murders). Ruvik was searching for Leslie when he committed the massacre. It reminds me a lot of a.) Henward seemingly committing the massacre to try and get El out of the lab and b.) Vecna searching for Will.

Now, let’s look at the STEM system vs NINA vs Elder Brain tanks:

And when we jump to DND and look at Elder Brain tanks, how do those work? What do they do? Well, an Elder Brain (which resides in an Elder Brain Tank) is a hivemind- it’s what controls Mindflayers. And it’s also known as a living library, which has me staring DIRECTLY at the library in ST. Elder Brain tanks are typically kept in caves beneath cities, much like the NINA bunker, but I’m also looking at the basement of the library in ST as some sort of connection, especially since the library basement specifically was brought to our attention & tied to the Creels when Robin and Nancy went down to the basement to look for newspaper information about Victor & the Creel murders.

And interestingly enough, the fleshflayer from S3 also resembles the STEM system- which makes sense, since the fleshflayer is basically a hivemind/combined minds, just like the STEM system.

Also, the STEM tanks are literal bathtubs- bathtubs that are eerily similar to the Creel tub, and need I remind you that the sensory deprivation tanks in the lab are referred to as “the bath” by Brenner and El? And the fact that the S1 episode with the NINA-shaped, round pool in the school gym that El uses as a sensory deprivation tank is called “the bathtub”?

Like, it's the SAME sort of clawfoot tub.

Mirror Imagery

So, in order to save the game in The Evil Within, you have to find a mirror, which takes to to the safe zone of Beacon Mental Hospital. Mirror imagery is constant in this game, and I'm staring DIRECTLY at Henward talking about how he held a mirror up to his family & the mirror in the rainbow room during NINA.

Music

If you’re STILL not convinced that these parallels are intentional, I want to draw your attention to a certain song that plays in Pennhurst:

Clair de Lune. This song is CONSTANT in The Evil Within (which, need I remind you, takes place in an asylum JUST like Pennhurst), it’s the main song for the game, and is always associated with mirrors (which are extremely associated with Henward in ST), and specifically, are associated with the “safe zones” in the game, which, again, are accessed via mirrors, and the whole “music is safe/saves you” thing is VERY ST4. Clair de Lune is not just a song that happens to play once in the background of The Evil Within- instead, it’s THE song for it, you absolutely cannot miss it.

Dream Imagery

So, every subject that’s connected to the STEM system has some level of subconscious, “dreamlike” influence over it, and throughout the game, the whole experience of the STEM system is described as being like a dream/nightmare, except it's alive and can kill you because you're hooked up to the STEM system. (staring at all of the nightmare imagery with Henward, and Victor's "a nightmare far worse" vs Henward waking up in the lab vs El waking up in NINA, and Victor talking about a "waking, living nightmare" vs NINA basically being a waking, living nightmare)

We also have El talking about a shared “dream circle,” with Terry vs all of the dream imagery with Henry (Dream a Little Dream of Me etc), and the circular shape of the NINA tank. I think El and Henry were both likely present during NINA/connected mentally, like a STEM system, like an Elder Brain tank, and like a dream circle.

El talks about the dream circle "repeating," JUST like the repeating scenes during NINA.

Conclusion

But yeah! Like I’ve talked about before, I won’t be surprised if Henry has been in a NINA tank this whole time, which would explain why he seems so weirdly present during NINA sometimes- because he IS present. Just like how Terry was present in the dream circle and how Ruvik is present in STEM.

#stranger things #henry creel #edward creel #st creel timeline weirdness #st-evil within parallels #st nina project

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Heya Raven! If you're still doing requests I'd love to see the the resident evil ladies (and maybe magnet man) with a fem!S/O who's basically Himiko Toga from My Hero Academia? Like drinking blood and becoming someone else and if they have powers being able to use them... I had a hell of a night last night. Power was out, no sleep, huge storm, sirens everywhere... I'd appreciate the comfort if that's ok

Hope everything's okay where you are. <3

I'm assuming you're talking about the RE 8 ladies, but if not, feel free to drop another message in my inbox. Cut Mia from this one since my character limit is 8, and she's technically a RE 7 lady anyway. Sorry, Mia.

Daniela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda, Bela Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Elena Lupu, and Karl Heisenberg with a s/o who takes the appearance and powers of others after drinking their blood.

(Fem reader).

Warnings: blood, mentions of violence.

Masterlists here!

Daniela Dimitrescu

So... If Daniela grabs a bottle of vintage and you drink a glass, you'll turn into the maiden whose blood was used to make it, right?

That's so cool!

The things the two of you could get up to together... The chaos!

What would happen if you drank the blood of multiple people mixed together? Will you only turn into one? Will you turn into one, then another? Will you become an amalgamation of them? Do you want to test it?

...Do you want to drink Daniela’s blood? Wouldn’t it be romantic if you both drank each other’s blood?!

(Everyone in the castle dreads days when there appears to be two Daniela Dimitrescus running around).

(You can’t help it if being able to dissolve into insects is a fun time). (And Daniela can’t help it if her energy level is always cranked up to eleven).

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Ooh, Cassandra's never been with a woman that drinks blood. She’s fairly excited when you tell her.

I feel as though Cass isn’t usually into the idea of her partner drinking her blood, but if it’s you...? Go ahead.

Occasionally, she’ll try to bribe you to turn into a particular person because wants to screw with someone.

The two of you do this thing where you borrow somebody else’s face and Cass tries to track you down.

She gives you one of her knives. That way you always have a way to spill blood. : )

She won’t lie, there’s something particularly attractive about you when your face and clothes are smeared with red.

Mother Miranda

Miranda deduced what your whole schtick is before you even told her, piecing together subtle accidental hints you dropped here and there.

Also, one time, she literally walked in on you downing one of the blood units she keeps in her lab.

You turned around, having taken on the appearance of a villager that’s now deceased. Your eyes are wide with surprise, explanations about to spill forth.

But Miranda simply greeted you with a “hello, dear”, an unamused look, and directed you to a different drawer, filled with units closer to expiring. You can dip into those. Hands off the fresher stuff.

As a woman of science, Miranda is mildly fascinated by your ability. She’s going to ask you loads of questions.

Would you allow her to run a few tests on you?

Bela Dimitrescu

As expected, Bela is delighted to hear about your love of blood.

She asks a decent amount of questions about your power. She thinks it's interesting, and she wants to fully understand!

Unlike her sisters, Bela doesn't encourage you to cause loads of trouble with your power.

...For the most part, that is. Hunts can be so much more fun when you're added to the mix!

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ah, another woman with a palate similar to Alcina’s.

It never stops catching her slightly off guard when you steal a sip of her wine, and she turns back around to find someone else in the spot you were once occupying.

Your power never fools her, though. She always knows when it’s you.

Donna Beneviento

When you tell Donna, she seems entirely unfazed by the information.

(A part of her is jealous of your ability to change your appearance, to be honest).

She thanks you for trusting her with the knowledge, asks a few questions, and that’s mostly it.

No, wait. Donna asks one thing of you. If you’re going to approach her while wearing someone else’s face, please tell her that it’s you. She doesn’t want to assume and end up being wrong. That'd be mortifying!

Angie is endlessly entertained and interested in your shapeshifting antics.

Elena Lupu

You don’t tell Elena until after the two of you have been dating for a while.

You were planning on telling her sooner, but when you saw how she got when the Lords came up in discussion? Specifically Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters? ...You couldn’t do it. You didn’t want to scare her off.

Elena won't lie, it does freak her out a little bit at first. The blood-drinking part, that is.

The whole thing takes her some getting used to.

One day, she cuts herself while cooking and decides to let you try her blood.

Seeing herself standing in front of her is certainly a bizarre experience for Elena. Especially when the second her stands like you, talks like you, and looks at her the way you do. She isn’t sure how to feel.

Karl Heisenberg

When he first met you, Karl thought he was gonna have to essentially deal with another Dimitrescu.

But he ends up finding himself fond of you. Very, very fond.

Although you aren’t a vampire, Karl does manage to find plenty of vampire-esque nicknames for you.

He builds you a lil’ something to make the whole blood extracting/drinking process quicker.

#x reader #resident evil x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #mother miranda x reader #elena lupu x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #fem reader #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #mother miranda #karl heisenberg #elena lupu

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kamil-a · 6 days

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,i'll bite. whats sayer. so sorry if youve recommended in detail in the past i know i can look it up if you want instead i just love talking

sayer is a podcast! it is about an evil space science lab with a Worryingly Productivity Focused Work Culture called aerolith dynamics, and the AI that oversees it, named sayer!! the first season does a second person pov 'you wake up with amnesia at aerolith' thing, further seasons take different forms and expand to be about a much wider cast of humans and ai! the inevitability of change, etc etc.....

it IS a (scifi + comedy) horror podcast so be careful of scary things! coming to mind immediately as potential triggers are the high control environment of aerolith and several times of forced self-harm. and just general spooky scary atmosphere sometimes... ppl i rec it to have had a wide range of reactions spanning from "i dropped it because it was so unendingly oppressive" to "its like wtnv" to "i dont think its scary at all" so know yourself

okay i rly hope u enjoyyyy <333 if u listen pls let me know what you think :3!!!!!!

#first season first listen is so uniquely terrifying imo. good luck!#also dw i loooooove talking abt sayer. hehe :3 #ask #also this means i get to rec you the original and not remaster ep1. its better imo

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strangesthirdeye · 6 months

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Chapter 2: That big ugly building?

Just leave it here before I disappear again. Thanks for waiting! Enjoy your reading <3

-Dhani

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The Hellcarrier flew in the night sky, Steve had already gone to follow Natasha something regarding Loki being in German. You and Bruce are doing research on the Tesseract. Almost 2 hours the two of you are in the lab and you both seem to get along well. Sometimes the two of you will be silent because you are too focused on work and sometimes the two of you will chat about science or things that are happening now. And you couldn't help but laugh at Bruce's face the moment you said you weren't human.

Bruce seemed scared of you at first, but after you reassured him several times that you were not an evil alien, he finally relaxed. On the other hand, he asks a lot of questions about your kind. And this makes you happy to share about the way of life of your species. Things that should not be mentioned are left out.

After a long time you both worked and chatted, finally an agent came and told you both to come to the conference room. You put your sonic screwdriver in your pocket after showing it to Bruce. Well, Bruce knows that you can't mention what technology is in your sonic screwdriver so you just tell him what your sonic screwdriver can do. Simple. As soon as you and Bruce got to the conference room, you both noticed that there was a new person in the room.

A tall and strong man. Stronger than Steve in comparison and also has long blonde hair. He also wears some kind of armour on his body. But what makes you stop in front of the door of the conference room is the man's eyes that remind you of something.

Bruce walked in and stood behind the chair with his arms crossed while you with your eyes fixed on the armored man walked in and sat next to Natasha.

Seeing everyone there focused on watching the video between Fury and Loki in the hologram, you then leaned towards Natasha and poked Natasha a little who seemed to be thinking. Natasha jerked out of her reverie and looked at you.

"What is it?" Natasha asked confused.

You nodded your head towards the armoured man who was standing.

" new member? " you asked raising one eyebrow.

Natasha saw where you were nodding where the armored man stood in the middle of the conference room. Though he seems to be deep in thought and seems to be listening to the conversation between Fury and Loki deeply. Natasha nodded her head.

"yeah, bumped into him on the way here. Seems like he has a problem with Loki" said Natasha and showed the live footage of Loki in the cell standing facing Fury.

You looked at the live footage that Natasha showed you. That's the Loki you adored a few thousand years ago. He used to be a child who was quite curious about everything and innocent until now he has turned into a man who is crazy about the throne and power. This is not the Loki you know.

'he's still interested in the color green, eh'

Seeing the live footage, you immediately looked at the armoured man with wide eyes. Thor Odinson. Brother of Loki Odinson. No wonder he is on earth. He used to be an energetic child with energy and now he has turned into a brave and strong crown prince. It's been a while since you've seen them both.

This is the second time in the last few hundreds of years that you have finally met them again. Only if they still remember you.

"How desperate are you, that you call on such lost creatures to defend you?" Loki said in his husky voice slowly. His tone of voice is a little intimidating.

You turned your attention to the hologram in front of you immediately and narrowing your brows trying to concentrate and listen to the conversation. And why does Loki seem to be interested in Bruce or more specifically Bruce's other self. The big green monster that rages no matter what.

"How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war,you steal a force you can’t hope to

control, you talk about peace and you kill ’cause it’s fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did."Fury replied in an almost angry tone of voice. He slowly approached the glass cell.

"Ooh. It burns you to have come so close, to have the Tesseract, to have power- unlimited power, and for what?" Loki mocked Fury while his eyes narrowed as if trying to read what was in Fury's head then Loki slowly backed away, his eyes still looking at Fury before his eyes looked at one of the cameras.

"...warm light for all mankind to share?"

continued Loki. You took out your sonic screwdriver and you fumbled with the screwdriver anxiously. All this time you have never been anxious about anything but after you regenerated, this anxious feeling is already there.

Loki looked at Fury again "And then to be reminded what real power is." said Loki ending his conversation.

Fury looked at Loki with a sharp look before he scoffed a little and turned back to leave. "Well, let me know if 'real power' wants a magazine or something."

Loki smirked a little then turned and walked closer to the glass cell and looked at one of the cameras outside the cell. With a cynical look, he looked at the camera as if he could tell that there was someone watching his and Fury's conversation behind the camera.

You looked right into Loki's face in the hologram. Seeing Loki's face makes you wonder what happened to him all this time. What made him change like this? What plan will he make to conquer the earth? Destroy the earth and make a new empire? 'inviting' aliens to earth to subjugate the earth and create a new world? No... If that's what he wants, you'll make sure he doesn't get what he asks for. The earth is in a special place in your heart so you will do anything to protect the safety of the creatures on this earth from outside threats like Loki and his empire. No matter what you need to plan properly to complete this mission.

With one last look from you as you looked straight into Loki's face from the hologram, the hologram disappears from your sight. Everyone in the conference room was silent for a moment trying to digest what Loki and Fury were talking about just now. After a few moments, Bruce broke the silence.

"He really grows on you doesn't he?" said Bruce after a long silence, watching the live footage.

"Loki's gonna drag this out. So,Thor, what's his play? " Steve looked at the armoured man named Thor who was standing in the middle of the room who seems to have just woken up from his thoughts.

Thor looked at Steve and the others but when he looked at you, he seemed to have to blink a few times before he cleared his throat. "He has an army called the Chitauri. They're not of Asgard nor any world known. He means to lead the opposition your people. They will win him the Earth, in return, I suspect, for

the Tesseract. " explained Thor in his deep voice.

'Chitauri' just hearing the name of the aliens makes you feel uneasy. That name made all painful memories play in your mind until now. The wound that has become a scar is now bleeding again and that is what is playing in your mind.

The sound of screams, cries and those who are confused and scared running to save themselves. And you just stood there with your old sonic screwdriver in the middle of the chaos. The sound of bombs and gunfire as well as Chituari attacking made the situation even more chaotic. There is too much destruction and death there.

And you with only an old scarf, gray jacket, gray t-shirt inside and black pants and black boots can only see the destruction and commotion that happened there. The name of The Doctor that was given to you was certainly not worthy to be given to you that day. The savior who was supposed to save the Time Lord and other creatures failed to do her job. Only able to escape her with the TARDIS that she stole before her home planet was destroyed in her sight. Her cannon event.

"An army, from outer space?" Steve raised his eyebrows.

You jerked a little. The daydreams about the bitter things disappearing from your mind but you can still with the sound of gunshots and bombs in your fading mind.

'oh, he wants to do the same thing like that time' your thumb stroked the button of your sonic screwdriver.

"So, he's building another portal. That's what he needs Erik Selvig for." Bruce concluded.

"Selvig?" Thor looked at Bruce.

" He's an astrophysicist." replied Bruce looking at Thor.

"he's a friend" Thor exclaimed.

"Loki has them under some kind of spell-along with one of ours. " Natasha interrupted the conversation.

"I wanna know why Loki let us take him. He's not leading an army from here. " Steve said then looked at Bruce who started to open his mouth.

"I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you can be smell crazy on him. " said Bruce. His hands fumbled with his glasses.

'oh it's not full of cats but more like full of snakes' you thought.

"Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason but he is of Asgard, and he is my brother." Thor began to assert his voice.

"He killed eighty people in two days." said Natasha lazily.

"he's adopted?" Thor replied even though his answer was more of a question.

'Loki adopted? Is this what made Loki like this? ' you widen your eyes a little.

"I think it's about the mechanics.. I like mechanics. I like to fix things. So..iridium, what do they need the Iridium for?" you started to open your mouth after a long silence. You started to stand up and your eyes looked at the four people there.

Thor looked at you as if he could recognize you. His eyes widened slightly as his mind played an old memory. Before he could open his mouth, a man appeared to interrupt him.

"It’s a stabilizing agent. I’m saying, take a weekend; I’ll fly you to Portland. Keep love

alive."

Your eyes moved to the place where the voice was heard as well as the four who were there. You frowned.

A man in his 40s wearing a complete black suit with a tie and a blue shirt walked into the conference room. He walked into the conference room and looked at you all.

"Means the portal won't collapse on itself like it did at SHIELD. " the man continued. As soon as he approached Thor, he raised his hand slightly to Thor. "No hard feelings point break, you Got a mean swing. " and the man gently patted Thor's arm Thor gave the man a confused look.

"Also, means the portal can open as wide and stay open as long as Loki wants. "the man continued his conversation and walked past Maria and looked at the ship's crew who were there.

Maria looked at the man with a face of displeasure with the man talking as if he was the boss.

"Ah, raise the mizzen mast, ship it topsails." the man directed the crew there causing all the crew to look at the man strangely.

"That man is playing Galaga! Thought we wouldn’t notice, but we did." said the man and pointed his finger at one of the agents there.

Standing now at the command area of the ship, the man covers one eye with his palm.

"How does Fury even see these?" asked the man.

'oh that's the question I was wondering' you looked at the man amused.

"He turns" Maria replied with a tone of voice as if she was done with the man who had an attitude.

"Sounds exhausting" The man scrunched his face and walked towards the computer there.

'mhmm.. makes sense' you nodded with your mouth slightly pursed.

The man's finger seemed to press and slide the screen there. All eyes looked at the man's behavior while you noticed that the man's hand seemed to stick something under the computer.

'oh, sneaky like a fox'

"The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily. Only major components he still needs is a power source-

of high energy density. Something to- kick start the Cube." the man snapped his fingers and clapped his hands and looked at you all.

"When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics? Maria asked suspiciously but amazed by what the man said.

"Last night. The packet, Selvig's notes, the extraction theory papers- am I the only one who did the reading?" the man looked at you all with a fake disappointed expression on his face.

"me. Though it is a good topic" you raised your hand with your cheeky smile.

The man snapped his finger at you with a smile and wink. "finally welcome to the club, sweetheart."

You nodded with a smile. ' I've joined the club! '

"Does Loki need any particular kind of power source? " Steve interrupted quickly trying to make the situation more serious and looked at the man.

"He's got to heat the Cube to a one hundred and twenty million kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barriers. " Bruce replied quickly as he walked around.

the man threw his hands aside and interrupted. "Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the Quantum Tunneling effects."

"Well, if he could do that he could achieve heavy-ion fusion at any time reactor on the planet. " You replied while twirling the sonic screwdriver in your hand .

"Finally. Someone who speaks English. We're just got a new member for our new club " said the man excitedly. Then approached Bruce and shook his hand with Bruce.

"Is that what just happened?" Steve said to the others.

Then he approached you and shook your hand with a kiss on the back of your hand. You looked at him awkwardly then pulled your hand away and put it to the side.

'Well this is awkward.. But awesome'

"It’s good to meet you, sweetheart. Though I have never seen or know who you are. I'm Tony Stark and you are? " Tony introduced himself to you.

"I'm the Doctor.. well you can call me Y/n. Doctor is just my title. And yeah of course you don't know me, I just joined today" you said amused.

Tony smiled teasingly. " well, Fury should have taken you earlier seeing how beautiful and smart you are"

you chuckle a little. "Believe me, I myself have only recently known Fury"

Tony nodded and looked at Bruce. "It's good to meet you too, Doctor Banners. Your work on anti-electronic collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster."

Bruce smiled a little and just nodded his head uncomfortably after what Tony had just said. "thanks"

"Doctor Banner and Y/n are only here to track the Cube. I was hoping you might join them." Fury said after entering the conference room.

"I'd start with that stick of his. It may be magical but it works awful lot like a HYDRA weapon. " Steve said as his eyes looked at everyone there.

'stick? ' you frowned while crossing your arms.

"I don't know about that, but it is powered by the Cube. And I like that know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys." Fury looked at Steve.

Monkeys? I do not "understand" Thor looked at Fury confused.

"I do!" Steve said excitedly while pointing his finger at Fury.

The entire room became silent after Steve said that. Tony rolled his eyes while you covered your mouth with your hand trying to hold back a giggle.

"I...I understood that reference." Steve continued and looked at Tony, Bruce and you. Natasha sighed.

"Shall we play, Doctors?" Tony looked at you and Bruce then invited you both after the awkward tension in the room subsided.

"this way, sir." Bruce pointed his finger towards the door.

"The Game is on" you said then followed the two gentlemen out of the conference room leaving the others behind.

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The three of you just returned to the lab, you, Stark and Banner started busy with the tracking cube that was still missing. You took out your sonic screwdriver and pointed your sonic screwdriver at the scepter on the table while Bruce was busy pressing some buttons on the tablet. Stark is just messing around with the technology there.

The sound of whirring from the sonic screwdriver decorated the atmosphere of the laboratory.

"The Gamma readings are definitely

consistent with Selvig's reports on the Tesseract. But it's gonna take weeks to process. But with my little 'boost' it only takes about a days" you said as you lifted your sonic screwdriver and looked at the reading screen inside your sonic screwdriver.

"If we bypass their mainframe and direct route to the Homer cluster we can clock this at around six hundred teraflops. " said Tony as he pressed a few buttons on the screen and walked over to you and snatched your sonic screwdriver from your hand.

"Oi" you exclaimed.

Tony held your sonic screwdriver up trying to get a good look at your sonic screwdriver. Maybe try to know the function of your sonic screwdriver.

Bruce chuckled "all I packed was a toothbrush"

Tony chuckled a little "You know, you should come by Stark Tower some time. Top ten floors- all R and D. You'd love it, it's a candy land." he walked towards Bruce with your sonic screwdriver still in his hand.

"Thanks but... last time I was in New York I kind of broke...Harlem. " Bruce said. His eyes focused on the hologram screen.

Tony looked at you as he pointed your sonic screwdriver at you. "what about you, Doc?. Hmm? . I'm definitely going to take you to Stark Tower. You look pretty. I'm not sure if you're American because your accent is British.. tell me is this your first time in America? And what's this thing?" asked Tony with his eyes looking at your sonic screwdriver strangely then twirling it in his hand.

You ran towards Tony and snatched your sonic from Tony's hand. "uhh nope! that's my sonic screwdriver and this is not the first time I come to America. Last time I've been in New York is in the future. Although it is not New York but its name is New New York so I assume it is also New York, America 5,000,000,029 years in the future on New Earth. That's because I visited my old friend and ended up being attacked by people who brought dangerous deceased. Luckily everything is ok" you said excitedly snapping your fingers.

Tony just looked at you with slightly wide eyes while Bruce seemed intrigued by your story. The lab was quiet. You who were over excited started to calm down and looked at Tony awkwardly.

"Aahaaa.. sorry, too excited" you said while scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

Tony blinked. " what in the world is New New York and New Earth 5,000,000,029 years in the future? are you-" Tony stroked his goatee and walked over to you.

You backed away quickly but Tony still approached you until your back was touching the wall and Tony was in front of you right in front of your chest.

"please tell me you are a Time Traveler." Tony said with a hopeful tone.

"ermm.. yes?" you confirmed but as if in a question.

Tony pulled back a little with slightly widened eyes looking at you as if you are an alien even though you are indeed an alien but looking at Tony's condition yes, indeed he looks at you like you are an alien. Tony then chuckled before grabbing both of your shoulders. You who were in a confused state looked at Tony confused.

'what's wrong with this guy? '

Tony then let go of your shoulders and stepped back still laughing. "ha, that explains why there is a police box here" Tony pointed his finger towards the end of the lab.

You widened your eyes and looked at where Tony pointing his finger. Yes, there standing majestically at the end of the lab is your TARDIS. You thought you left the TARDIS outside but when you thought back you remembered that you had told some of the crew there to put your TARDIS somewhere safe and undisturbed after you took the Bounty and locked the TARDIS doors. But you don't expect that they will park TARDIS in this lab. Luckily this lab is big.

"That's your time machine right? So how did you travel here? Hmm? Call the police then they will take you to the future or the past or you are the time police and your job is to arrest time criminals?" Tony said as he walked towards the TARDIS.

You who were in a dream state quickly ran towards the TARDIS and stopped Tony from trying to open the door even though you knew you had locked the door. You can't trusted anyone here.. Yet.

"Uhm.. More like I just travel. Trouble always follows me wherever I am." you mumbled loudly as you moved your body following Tony's movements as he tried to touch the TARDIS door.

Bruce just looked at you two like a father watching his children fight from afar.

"So you are more or less a moving magnetic problem?" Tony made an assumption while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Kind of.." you said still leaning against the TARDIS door in front of Tony.

Tony tilted his head to the side slightly. His eyes looked at the blue door of your TARDIS with wonder in his head. His eyes are slightly narrowed.

"why do you want to defend this police box? it's not like it works or not. Like come on! what year do you think this police box is going to be used?"

"oi! don't diss the TARDIS. it's still good and working fine, ok." you argued angrily to Tony.

Tony leaning a little looking at your face as if trying to make the situation more intimidating. You swallowed your saliva slowly as Tony's face approached yours. Just a few more inches and you can connect your lips to him, but you're not crazy to do that.

Just as Tony was about to open his mouth to say something, Bruce cleared his throat loudly to break the rather intimate situation. Tony immediately pulled himself away from you and looked elsewhere while you sighed in relief after holding your breath and yourself from the rather unpleasant situation.

Bruce adjusted his glasses and swung the hand holding the tablet towards the scepter near him. "Can we go back to the topic now? Surely they all want answers from us from now on"

Tony nodded and prepared himself again trying to appear professional and then moved towards a table with various tools. His hand slyly reaches for a stick-like object and fumbles with it with his fingers.

"back to Stark tower earlier, Well, I promise a stress free environment. No tension, no

surprises. Everything will be in your control and will. It's all on me" Tony said as he walked up to Banner and suddenly zap the rod like object on Banner's waist.

Banner winced and groaned in pain as the object made contact with his body causing him to be electrocuted. You who were leaning against the TARDIS door winced at the behavior of the two men. Tony looked at Bruce as if waiting for a reaction from him. Probably expecting the Hulk to come out.

"Nothing? " said Stark.

'does this man really want Bruce to rage or what?' you thought, your hand unconsciously brushing against the TARDIS door.

"Stark, better leave him alone. We don't want anything unexpected to happen because of you" you warned Tony.

Tony looked at you and clicked his tongue. "Well, it's not bad at all. It's just a small electric shock. Nothing bad will happen."

"you and your ego" you sighed.

Tony made a face as if he didn't care. "well that's what you will deal if you want to work with me"

You refrained from uttering any insults that were going to be thrown at Tony because it wasn't you to do so. It just doesn't fit with your character right now so you decide to stay silent.

"hey!"

The three of you quickly looked at the voice in sync and a glimpse of Steve with his serious face appeared from the laboratory door. His steps quickly approached the three of you while his eyes looked directly at Tony.

"are you nuts?" Steve said after reaching where the three of you were. His eyes are serious while his body posture is quite firm, making him appear to be a disciplined and professional person.

"Jury's out! You really have got a lid on it, haven't you? What's your secret? Mellow jazz, bongo drums, huge bag of weed? hmm? time turner that can turn back time? or a bigger pocket on the inside?" said Tony to the two of you ignoring Steve who was standing in front of where you were which was the table with the scepter.

You and Bruce just shut up and busy yourself with the task at hand. Try to avoid the situation that is happening now that Steve is here to add awkwardness to the situation.

"Is everything a joke to you?" Steve said firmly to Tony.

Tony pointed the electric rod at Steve. "Funny things are"

"Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny nor did it make other people uncomfortable. No offense, Docs" Steve said seriously and looked at you both at the end of his words.

"No it's alright. I wouldn't have come aboard if I couldn't handle pointy things." Banner said, trying to shake off his awkwardness at the situation.

You just nodded. "same with me. I just can't contain myself if there are pointy things nearby." you smiled quickly then looked and pointed the sonic screwdriver at the scepter.

The reading is still the same from earlier so this makes your suspicious even deeper. Why does the power in this seem to try to maintain? like it's trying to hold its power for future use. something big that will use the maximum power of this scepter.

"You're tip-toeing, big man. You need to strut. Same goes to you too, Doctor Emmet Brown. No need to feel uncomfortable. I wouldn't do anything weird around here." said Tony as he pointed the rod at you both and walked away from you both.

"If you are very sure that you are not doing something weird here then you need to focus on the problem now, Mr. Stark" said Steve firmly. His face was angry with Tony's unconcerned demeanor.

"You think I'm not?" Tony interrupted

this left Steve speechless.

Tony continued as he walked over to the table where the two of you were "Why did Fury call us in? Why now, why not before? What isn't he telling us? i can't do the equation unless I have all the variables. Like what does he want from us that he needs? What exactly are we on him? huh? weapons? wisdom?"

This made you, Bruce and Steve pause for a moment. Thinking about what Tony said. Indeed for the three of them it was something that happened suddenly but for you it was not because you yourself offered to help them but do you know what you are helping them now besides tracking the whereabouts of the Tesseract? There was something that Fury himself did not tell what it was. Something which he deliberately kept secret.

"You think Fury's hiding something?" Steve concluded.

"He's a spy. Captain, he's the spy. His secrets have secrets." Tony stopped for a moment and fed a blueberry that he got from nowhere into his mouth and gestured towards the two of you.

"It's bugging them to, isn't it?"

You looked at Tony and Steve from your work while Bruce awkwardly tried to reply on behalf of both of you.

"Uh, Aah, we just wanna finish our work here and-"

"Y/n?" Steve interrupted.

You looked at Steve then at Tony.You looked at Tony and Steve from your work while Bruce awkwardly tried to reply on behalf of both of you.

"Uh, Aah, we just wanna finish our work here and-"

"Y/n?" Steve interrupted.

You looked at Steve and Tony with a deadpan expression on your face. Then, you keep your sonic in your jacket/trenchcoat pocket trying to ease this tense situation. "ah.. as we heard what Loki was trying to say.. Loki's jab at Fury about the Cube. Something about him trying to use the cube and the scepter at the same time. But I think only with the cube it can produce a more sinister power. And the scepter was used as a weapon." you stated while rubbing both hands.

"I heard it." Steve responded to you.

The silent Bruce interrupted once he got what you were trying to say. Oh, now he almost understands what you are trying to explain.

"Well, I think that was meant for you. " Bruce pointed his finger at Tony.

Tony kept quiet and offered blueberries to you both without looking at you both. You happily accepted the offer and scooped up some blueberries and popped them one by one into your mouth while Bruce carried out the conclusion he was trying to say.

"Even if Barton didn't tell Loki about the tower, it was still all over the news" added Bruce while fumbling with the tools on the table.

You nodded several times. Even though you don't know where Stark Tower is, what Bruce said is an acceptable conclusion and exactly what you mean.

"After all, with the cube, Loki needs more power to activate the cube's power even more. What is in the tower that you said must have the power he needs to activate the cube." you remarked while chewing on the blueberry and then scrunched up with the sourness of the blueberry.

"The Stark Tower? That big ugly building in New York?" Steve replied innocently.

While you tried to hold back your laughter, Tony gave him a look like 'seriously?' to Steve.

Bruce broke the tension. "It's powered by an arc reactor, self-sustaining energy source. That building will run itself for, what,

a year?"

"It's just the prototype." Tony replied. "I'm kind of the only name in clean energy right now, that's what he's getting at." Tony added.

Steve didn't say anything, maybe he was confused by what the three of you were talking about but he tried to catch up.

"So, why didn't SHIELD bring him in on the Tesseract project? What are they even do in the energy business in the first place? Where did he come from? And most importantly, how can the cube exist? Why now? " you inquired.

"I should probably look into that as well soon as my decryption program finishes breaking into all of SHIELD's secure files." Tony spoke as he took out a phone-like gadget from his pocket and looked at the gadget's screen solemnly.

Steve looked at Tony in disbelief. "I'm sorry did you say-"

"JARVIS has been running it since I hit the bridge. In a few hours I’llknow every dirty secret SHIELD hasever tried to hide. Blueberry?" Tony answered while looking at Steve and offered blueberry to Steve casually.

"Yet you're confused about why they

didn't want you around. Steve replied.

You start interrupting. "nonsense, he was right with what he said. I did something similar to the way Tony did when I helped Fury here. Thought I was a bit surprised that he didn't notice how quickly I pressed those TARDIS' buttons while I was chatting with him. All those things they do here are unacceptable and impossible"

"Not to mention an intelligence organization that fears intelligence? Historically,

not awesome." Tony replied as if to raise the tension of the current situation.

Steve seems to be done with what Tony and you said when he tried to defend SHIELDS. "I think Loki's trying to wind us up." Steve said in a firm tone. "This is a man who means to start a war and if we don't stay focused he'll succeed. We have orders, we should follow them."

"Following's not really my style." Tony casually popped a blueberry into his mouth.

Bruce could only see how the situation folded in front of him while you just looked at the banter between the two men sharply with both hands on the table. What you can find out about SHIELD is something that is quite important and quite unacceptable because it involves things that you have encountered before. Including 'that' thing. They know your species but they don't know that you are the cause of your species being destroyed from this universe. Something you regret doing until now.

"And you're all about style, aren't you

you? " Steve looked sharply at the man in front of him.

Tony, who refused to give in, tried to add fuel. "Out of the people in this room,

which one is "A" wearing a spangly

outfit and "B" not of use?"

Bruce being the only one who was calmest there tried to ease the situation. "Steve, tell me none of these smells a little funky to you?"

Steve looked at Bruce and glanced at your blank face for a moment and from that, Steve knew that no one had the same assumptions as him before looking at Tony and giving in.

"Just find the Cube." And Steve walked out of the lab.

Everything was silent and paused as Steve walked out of the lab leaving the three of you wondering what else SHIELD was up to. Tony looked towards where Steve was standing before then looked at the two of you and walked towards the screen near the scepter.

"That's the guy my dad never shuts up

about? Wondering if they shouldn't

have kept him on ice." Tony spoke while swiping some information on the screen.

Bruce with his glasses on, approached the other screen with his hand holding the tablet and pressed some information and readings on the screen. "Guy's not wrong about Loki, he does have the jump on us."

"He's just still in a state of shock with the world right now. Imagine how he feels when he wakes up from his long sleep and sees the world now. That's must be too much for him to take in" you said while researching some of the readings on the screen.

"yeah, what he's got is an ACME dynamite

kits. It's gonna blow up in his face, and I'm gonna be there when it does." Tony exclaimed then walked towards the other station and resumed his work.

Bruce glanced at Tony from his work. "I'll read all about it."

"Mhm, or, you'll be suiting up with the rest of us." Tony mumbled.

Bruce chuckled. "Now, you see I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve, it's a nightmare."

"You know, I've got a cluster shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. This stops it" Tony tapped his chest where his arc reactor was and stopped his work and walked towards where Bruce was doing his work and stood behind the hologram screen in front of Bruce. "this little circle of light. It's

part of me now, not just armor. It's a terrible privilege."

Bruce stopped his work and looked at Tony. "But you can control it."

Tony nodded. "Because I learned how."

Bruce shook his head. "it's different" then continued swiping the hologram screen.

Tony swiped clean the screen that Bruce was working on then softened his gaze towards Bruce. "Hey, I read all about your accident. That much Gamma exposure- should've killed you."

"So you're saying that the Hulk- the

Other Guy- saved my life? That's it

nice. That's a nice sentiment. Saved

it for- what? Bruce concluded.

"I guess we'll find out." Tony replied and walked away to where you were.

"You may not enjoy that." Bruce said for the last time before continuing his work.

While you were busy and ignoring the conversation between Bruce and Tony, you just kept quiet. It's not because you don't want to interrupt the conversation they're talking about, but your mind seems to be stuck with the conversation between Steve before and also with what you know about SHIELD. Your mind played a lot of solutions and assumptions about what Loki would do with the cube after it reached the level he wanted.

What does he want to prove by what he achieved? How could the Loki you knew before become what he is now? These things that played in your mind make you thirst for questions and answers that only Loki can answer. You need a boost for your mind. The more and more questions set your Time Lord brain on fire.

While you were busy with the task at hand, you didn't realize that Tony was approaching you and continuing his work on the screen near you, making you jerk out of your thoughts. You glanced at Tony and continued working.

Tony noticed that you seemed to be distracted by something in the corner of his eye, making Tony stop for a moment from work and look at you who seemed to be very busy with work.

"You good there, Doc?" Tony broke the silence between you as his finger swiped some information on the screen.

You looked at Tony and nodded. "yeah.. just a bit distracted by something. Nothing to worry about"

"and that something is what?" Tony stated without taking his eyes off the screen.

"something you don't need to know" you replied simply flicking on your sonic screwdriver towards the scepter again and noted the reading. The reading remains the same.

Tony didn't say anything but his mind was thinking about your whereabouts in time travel that you said before. that you yourself admit that you are a time traveler with the blue police box.

"You said you are a Time traveler. Does that mean you know what will happen in the future?" Tony stopped his work and glanced at you who was making some notes.

"I can't say what I know about the future because I myself don't know what will happen even if I have a TARDIS to go to the future but I can't tell you what will happen. Time can't be rewritten. We can't change the future." you explained without looking at Tony. Hands fiddling with your sonic screwdriver.

Tony looked at you for a long time. "who are you.. really because humans don't have this wisdom to create a time machine that works naturally. The science you use is more advanced than the science we know. Who are you?" Tony looked right at your head. His gaze burned in the back of your head.

You stopped doing your work and looked at Tony with a pensive look on your face. "I am a Time Lord or Time Lady seeing that I am a woman. I'm the last of my kind in this universe which means I'm the only one still alive. Obviously. TARDIS as you can see is my time machine that is with me from the very beginning. I see many things with my eyes that you yourself do not know what. I have seen everything happen since decades ago. Even hundreds, thousands, million of years. I am 892 years old. I have been in this universe long enough to know what what's out there. What's going on out there. Even if I protect this universe from dangerous threats in my own way. I don't have any armor, suit, power. But I'm only armed with a sonic screwdriver and my brain. My genius brain. A brain that has knowledge that can change all the history of the world. Even the creature I encountered called myself the Oncoming Storm. Because they know that every place I walk there will be a storm coming." You paused and looked at Tony who is dumbfounded.

"i have encountered people like you, Tony. Genius yet have a high ego. Always want something at any cost. No matter what. They have a way to get what they desire. It's their voracious curiosity that makes them blind to the plague that will come upon them. And I know, you are not that kind of person. Only a genius and full of curiosity that you can hold the limit." you looked at Tony with a expression on your face.

Tony was silent for so long that he looked at you as if you were the rarest art in the world. Admire your face which seems to have traveled through everything from year to year as well as your body posture which is quite firm and strong even though you say you are 892 years old but your thoughts seem to be very fresh. Makes Tony dumbfounded.

He is looking for something in your face. Looking at the details that say you are a fraud but find nothing. Your body language seemed normal nothing abnormal. Nothing changed in your facial lines, no matter how small it is, there is still nothing that says you are a liar. What Tony sees in front of his eyes is a strong woman who lost everything and wants to rediscover all the adventures that the world offers for her. Something that gives her a home feeling. Something energetic and chaotic.

"So, you're not from Mars?" Tony blurted suddenly.

"No, I'm- I'm not from Mars" you replied.

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