#i also need to gather my episode references for chapter six/seven

[quaranmine]

stares uneasily at the ibw outline document. i have to do housekeeping.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

The New Recruit

Part 9

Part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

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Summary: Things tense up with Steve, but after you treat his wound and a mission goes not as expected, things start to get back to normal.

Warnings: mention of death, a bit of angst.

A/N: next chapter is going to be about celebrating Steve’s 100th birthday. It’s gonna be fluffy but end with angst and a cliffhanger! 

Word Count: 2593

The last couple of weeks have been very tense and stressing, not just because Steve was harsh on you and kept criticizing you, but because now that you got a promotion, you had to work double as before, which left you with no time to yourself.

After a very stressful day, you returned to the tower very exhausted and to your surprise Thor was there. He never calls or says when he's coming. He always comes unannounced. This time you didn't even have the energy to greet him. He noticed something was different about you today.

“Hey Y/n” he greeted.

“Hi”.

“what's wrong?” he asked.

“Too obvious, huh?”.

“kinda”.

“I've had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with” you groaned.

“really? I didn't think you were that kind of person; who likes to cuddle” Tony was surprised.

“yeah well I'm not. I just had a really long rough day, that's all” you assured him.

“come here, I'll cuddle with you” Thor pointed at the seat next to him.

“really? You like cuddling?” now you were surprised.

“It's one of the humanly things that I like” he informed you.

“who knew, the mighty Thor was a cuddling dude” Tony joked.

“Shut up, Stark. I find it cute” you smiled.

You got yourself a drink and sat next to Thor, resting your head on his chest. His muscly arms were wrapped around you. You turned on the TV and decided to watch something.

“Hey Thor, have you ever watched a TV show?” you asked.

“I watched a movie. I heard series are long and as you can see I don't spend much time on earth” he stated.

“well now you have time and you're gonna watch Game of Thrones with me. I already watched all the seasons but they're showing it today from the beginning. It's one of the best shows ever!!!” you exclaimed.

“But if you watched it, why watch it again?” he was confused.

“That's the life of a fangirl and don't ask what this is. If you love something, you'd want to see more of it, just like it is with humans” you explained.

Later that evening, Steve returned from wherever he was and as he entered, he heard laughs and talking.

“This is great. It has everything in it. I can't believe we've been watching for 7 hours” Thor was amazed by the show.

“I told you it's worth it. Now you're not gonna be leaving Earth any time soon”.

“what's going on here?” Steve asked as soon as he saw you too.

“ooh, my good friend Steve, come join us, we're watching a TV show” Thor excitingly said.

“Good evening to you too, Rogers” you greeted.

“Stop corrupting him. He doesn't need TV shows” Steve ordered.

“This isn't any TV show Steve. It's the Game of Thrones. It's about-”.

“I know what it's about. Y/n why on Earth would you let Thor watch it?” Steve asked.

“Thor honey, it's Game of Thrones, without The. Rogers, it's non of your business. Besides, it's the best show ever!!” you told him.

“It's about sex, incest and fighting, what's so great about that?” he asked.

“Don't forget the deaths of favorite characters. That's what makes the show interesting, you don't know if your loved ones are gonna make it till the next episode or not. And don't be shallow, it's not just about that” you defended.

“wait what? People are gonna die? Who?” Thor asked.

“You just wait and you'll see. And try not to have favorites, they usually die first” you warned.

You and Thor started discussing things about the show and Steve felt like he was left behind. He noticed the chemistry you had with Thor and the way he made you smile and laugh. He slowly backed away and left the room.

- - -

The next day as you entered the training room, you saw Steve. He was using the punching bag near the wall to blow off some steam. You noticed he was angry but didn't know why. You decided to not say a word and started to work out quietly but he noticed you. He got even more upset and started hitting it harder until it fell and he punched the wall. Even the wall cracked. As soon as you saw that, you rushed to him.

“Jesus! Couldn't you take it a bit slower?” you asked.

“Y/n, I'm not in the mood” he was serious.

“here, let me see”.

“it's nothing. Get back to where you were” he tried to hide his hand but you saw him bleeding.

“Sit down. I'm getting the first aid kit” you ordered.

He sat down on one of the peck deck machines and you got down on your knees. You were now sitting between his legs. You took his hand and were about to treat his wound.

“why are you helping me? You dislike me” he asked.

“Because of  my other job, remember? To help people, no matter who they are and treat them objectively” you reminded him.

“well you’re not at the hospital and I'm not your patient” he told you.

“still... doesn't change the fact, that your wound needs attending. Besides, I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for me. Because if the wound stayed open and wasn't sterilized it might get infected and then it'll fester and we'll have a problem , because you won't be able to use your hand, which means you won't come on a couple of missions, which to be honest would be somewhat great, but you not going also means there will be less people on the team that leads to more pressure on me and the others” you explained.

“aah, the others. Selfless as always” he mocked and you put rubbing alcohol on the wound.

“ouch” he winced.

“didn't know little things like that make you feel pain” you looked up at him.

“Just stop talking, will you” he demanded.

“I'll be done soon. Bare with me for three minutes, then I'll be out of your sight” you informed him.

“I didn't complain”.

“No, but I am” you gave him a teasing look.

You worked in silent and he observed you and smiled.

“why are you smiling?” you asked.

“It's just you look peaceful when you're working and very focused” he admitted.

“very observant. Aaaand, I'm done. You can go now” you informed him.

“what if I don't want to?”.

“Then you can stay here and stare at this lovely room and maybe prepare some critics/ complaints for the next debriefing, because I'm leaving anyway” you gave him a sarcastic smile and left the room.

- - -

“Good morning Ms. Y/l/n. Mr. Stark requests your presence at the conference room” J.A.R.V.I.S informed you.

“Goddd! I just woke up, can't it wait?” you sighed.

“unfortunately not. He requests your presence as soon as possible”.

“Tell him, I'll get dressed and head there directly after”.

You entered the room, not gibing attention to the others.

“what was so important, that you had to wake me up at this time of the day?” you asked Tony.

“an urgent mission has come up” he informed you.

“ughh, of course it has, what else would it be” you rolled your eyes and sat next to Nat.

“good morning, sleeping beauty” Nat greeted.

“it's not good at all” you noticed Steve was sitting next time and Tony was the one standing.

“aren't you instructing us this time, captain?” you teased.

“no, I decided to plan this one” Tony answered.

“This should be interesting” you stretched your legs on the table and Tony didn't say anything. Steve opened his mouth to say something but then chose not to.

“how's your hand?” you asked.

“better, thanks to you” he lift up his hand to show you.

Tony explained the plan simply and quickly.

“Nat you're with Clint. Thor you're with Banner and Sam's with me. Which leaves you two together” he looked at you and Steve.

“again? Unbelievable!” you whined.

- - -

This mission was about getting information and not getting engaged with anyone.

You and Steve were sneaking past a dozen of agents when you heard something that made you lose your mind. They mentioned the name of the city you lived in. you took a few steps back and listened carefully to what they were saying.

“Last time wasn't enough. They didn't get the message. They still think it was a terrorist attack”.

“This is not the right time. We have to gather our strength again. And we need to plan our revenge on America's golden boy and his two girls; he was referring to you and Nat. They destroyed everything we've built, but we're still here and we'll be stronger than ever. They won't see us coming. I want them to suffer”.

After you heard what they said, you couldn't believe that these people were responsible for everyone you loved, everyone you knew.

“y/n what are you doing? Remember our mission is not to engage” Steve reminded you. But you were beyond that. Rage stormed inside you and pushed the door open.

“It was you all along. I should've known, you heartless monsters. You're gonna pay for what you did” you threatened and one of them  was about shoot you, but thankfully Steve followed you and was in time to put his shield in front of both of you.

“what the hell was that about?” he asked.

All you did was look at him and took the guns from your boots and belt and started shooting non stop.

Steve was about to tell you not to kill anyone, but when he saw how angry you were he didn't. Instead he tried to knock them out, hoping you won't kill them. But even after you were done and saw the knocked out agents, you shot them and made sure every one of them was dead.

Steve never saw you like this before. You've killed before, but you never had this look on your face. It was almost blank, you didn't feel anything for those people, except hatred and rage towards them.

You looked at the camera that was placed on the top corner “you're next. I'm coming for every last one of you” you threatened and shot at the camera.

“Y/n what did you do? I thought the plan was clear. No engaging!” Tony asked.

“I told her that” Steve informed him.

“I'm surprised you didn't even try to stop her” Tony was a bit angry, but nothing compared to you.

You haven't said a word, the whole way back.

When you arrived, you quickly went to your room and Steve followed.

“Hey, what was that all about?” Steve asked in a calm voice.

“It's nothing. Leave me alone Rogers, I'm tired” you started taking off your boots.

“come on, what's wrong? I've never seen you like this before” he tried to get information out of you.

“Nothing is wrong. I'm fine, stop asking” you slightly raised your voice.

“No,you're not. I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong and don't try lying to me” he crossed his arms and sat on the chair.

“I'm trying to change, will you please leave”.

“I'll close my eyes, if you need to change right now, but I'm not leaving” he insisted.

“Listen Rogers, I'm not the kind of person who likes to talk about their feelings or share things. I shut people out,, okay. Don't take it personally. It's just easier that way. I don't want to talk about it. I'm just tired, okay” you didn't have the energy to argue with him.

He noticed your facial expressions and decided not to pressure you any longer for the moment “fine, but this isn't over” he left the room.

- - -

The next day, you woke up from a nightmare. You had dreamed about the day you lost everything and everyone. You've spent the past year trying to forget about everything, to try and move on, but now, this changes everything.

“Ms. Y/l/n, Captain Rogers requests entering” J.A.R.V.I.S informed you.

“Tell him I'm asleep”.

“I already informed him that you;re awake”,

“great! Let him in” you sighed.

“what do you want Rogers?” you asked.

“I wanna know what happened. I deserve to know, as your captain. I demand answers. The plan was crystal clear and you disobeyed orders, you must have a convincing reason” he demanded.

“I do. It's personal, so...”.

“I'm gonna need more than that”.

“sorry, no can do”.

“I know what you're trying to do. You're afraid to get hurt, because you feel like you can't trust anyone. You're shutting everyone out, because you want to build a wall, reinforce yourself. You're afraid to get attached if you let them in. you're also afraid that they'll judge you” he believed.

“you're wrong” you lied.

“then prove it” he dared you.

“fine” you told him about that day, you told him everything you remember.

“The last thing I heard was my mother telling me she loved me. I- I didn't say it back. I wanted to but before I could the connection was lost. I should've been with them. Everyone has died. I'm the only one left. That's why I wanted to move to New York, to start over, to try and forget, to move on. I spent three months in my car, not knowing what to do. I mourned them and that was the last time I cried. I made myself a promise to never let anyone so close to me. To never feel like that again. Which is why I keep myself from the world and why I didn't want to join you guys in the first place. It's why I'm not in a relationship or looking for one, there are many different reasons why I don't want a relationship, but that's one of them. I promised myself to never be weak again, to not share anything with anyone. so...” you told him your story.

“I don't think your weak. As a matter of fact, I think you might be the strongest one of us, if you learned how to control your powers. Sharing and crying doesn't make you weak. and now we have one more thing in common, we’ve lost everyone, but now you have a new friends, family” he informed you.

“Don’t forget, you still have Bucky. we just have to find him first. Anyways...If you tell anybody about this conversation, no one will find your remains” you gave him an innocent smile. And he wasn't sure if you were joking or serious.

“I promise, I won't.

“Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for work”.

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[project-00-monster-tord]

Chapter 2: Hate

“I hate it. I hate it here.”  Silently mused a four-year-old child as he dangled his legs along the edge of the tall book shelves while he used the force to move a number of left out datapads and books of compiled Flimsiplasts to return them where they came from.

The temple archives at the moment were currently moderately occupied and only a couple of Jedi were hanging around. His presence was relatively hidden away while he watched over the archive patrons and finished his daily research/reading. His personal datapads and stylus were scattered around as he contemplated how much Bantha shit was he torturing himself since he ended up learning about seven intergalactic languages in the span of two years while also giving time to learn about the galaxy’s politics and fundamental sciences.

“You know that you shouldn’t be up there again, Tord,” admonished an old Jedi librarian which was also formerly Yoda’s Padawan.

“I needed to gather my thoughts, Master Yulio,” the silvernette replied as he gathered his things and placed it in a bright red bag that he personally made. Standing up, the devil horned child then pushed himself off the edge and patiently waited for the floor to be beneath his feet as if the height he just jumped off wouldn’t have killed a normal force sensitive child.

“Seriously, I still can’t believe that Master Yoda had took you in as his Padawan at such a young age and allowed you unfettered access to the Archives and Temple’s training grounds,” the aged Twi’lek murmured as he stared at cold green-gem like orbs and pushed back the icy feeling he was receiving from the overly bright light that the force enshrouded the toddler.

“Master Yoda found me, Master Yulio. He was the one to announce that I was to be his Padawan two years ago and allowed me access to these areas when I asked for it.” Tord reminded as he bowed to his lineage brother in politeness and headed back to his Master’s quarters.

“Kark. I hate this. Why do I have to call people ‘Master’ of all things? Why haven’t the Jedi Order have chosen the term teacher instead? The word ‘Master’ itself could connote a number of things and, for what I see it, I hardly like most of it,” Tord internally complained as he walked and politely greeted those he saw as what the Order thought him to.

Heck, the reincarnated male found himself seething about his current plight and mentally scolded himself for not even knowing enough about the world he was in. After all, he was in the universe of ‘Star Wars’ and as a reincarnator who was able to know that this place originated from some kind of entertainment franchise was just downright confusing and depressing.

For all he was about having an accursed eidetic memory, he couldn’t actually have an advantage of such mental capacities when the knowledge he currently has of the said universe was just surface level. Thinking back to his previous lives, he cursed himself for turning down Tom, Matt and Edd’s interest in Star Wars and thanked whatever higher being was out there during his time as Vlad Master’s adoptive son to entertain his elder brother, Danny, and dad’s geeking over the franchise.

Like, it was because of Danny he ended up knowing about the Star Wars: Old Republic since he played the game along with his halfa hero brother. That, and he also watched the Clone Wars series up until to season six because of him. Then, he knew enough about Star Wars lore from Vlad himself when he was trying to up Danny in his geeks modes and convincing him that Star Wars was pretty amazing. Heck, the only movies he watched of the franchise was Episodes I and II since when Episode III came-out he became far too busy to indulge anymore of such frivolities.

And now…Tord was regretting a lot of things.

He regrets not paying more attention to his elder brother and father’s interest. To be exact, he wants to apologize about the very fact he ended up rebutting or refusing them when they would go on the fan boy modes. Those two half-ghosts at the moment were his saving grace on why he wasn’t so blind when treading through his current weird life. That, and the information he has could be used as a type reference for him in preparation for big events. He could basically pass the things he saw as visions if he does things right Tord mused as he came into his Master’s shared quarters and noticed how the green alien was now waiting at the middle of the waiting area.

“Reading again, you have. Complain the other Jedi Masters, they did. Too cold and detached you are, they report to me.” Yoda greeted as he sat on the standard issued beige sofa and waited for the silvernette to come closer.

Sighing at the others words, the owner of green gem-like eyes bowed to his master after coming closer and floated his things back to his room using the force. Waiting for himself to be allowed to be seated, the green gremlin finally gave a signal which had Tord followed.

“Explain yourself, do you not?” Yoda asked as he looked at his very young Padawan and expected him to at least try to defend himself.

Green gem-like orbs met golden flecked green eyes and answered in an all to factual manner, “You already know the answer, Master. It’s is just how I am. That said, they look into things far too much. They see my coldness and detachment as a sign of falling into the Dark Side when for me it’s just the normal going of life.

I see no Light or Darkness in it. Only varying shades of gray are in my current state therein their worries are for naught. Besides, doesn’t the Tenets approve of such? There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

What I do of being detached and having no emotions is okay in the Tenets. My interest for knowledge is natural considering where I came from.”

“Prince you were to be, yes. However, now you are Jedi. Different are the duties placed on you, now you should simply be like a child. Grow in the light, connect to your peers you must. The force’s will, follow you must.” Yoda reminded before standing up and heading to his personal rooms.

“Obelia your surname be, you are now a Padawan. Fallen have your world of origin, before the Old Republic and the Eternal Empire. Gone is Earth, gone is your family. Gone is your father’s Earthly Empire. Look not in the past, focus on the present and hope for the future.”

“Yes, Master,” Tord replied as he watched the older Jedi finally disappear from his sights and slumped back on his seat.

“I karking hate this life,” the silvernette mentally remarked and forced himself to direct his time to other much more productive endeavors.