#i can only have like 60 real ocs everything else is a joke. a bit. a tool. somethin like that

[lesvegas]

the closest Actual OC i have to a courier oc is Valoire but hes not really a Courier OC, his story/timeline just happens to conveniently line up with the events of fnv to the point where i can play as him in fnv and not feel weird about it. its way more likely that he just happens to be an actual Courier OC's (Fresno) companion.

[scrivenger-grimgar]

so i’ve made a lot of OCs to fill out the clans just a bit, and uh... whatever im just gonna start ranting.

establishments i shpuld probably make:

Izuna lives because so many of Tobira’s attacks was deflected in a way that dulled the blade down to the point where his katana was a pointing stick.

Tobira & Hashira have their cousin Touka, and her younger brother Fukurama. they are cousins because their mother was Hatake Ryōko, sister to Hatake Youma, who is Touka & Fukura’s father.

Mito has a twin brother named Arashi.

Adamantine Sealing Chains are a female-only Uzumaki Kekkei Genkai.

the Uzumaki are Matriarchal, the Senju are Patriarchal, the Uchiha don’t really care as long as they are strong and are an Uchiha, and the Hatake don’t have one person in power because they’re spread across the elementalnations and also they don’t really care.

the Hatake are not one bloodline like the Uchiha or Hyūga, they do not care. their “kekkei genkai” are actually learned abilities that are kept strictly in-clan.

because of the previous point, the Hatake are one of the few clans that allow official same-sex marriage and/or marriage between more than two people. the Uchiha allow same-sex marriage because they marry for love and nothing else, and the Uzumaki allow marriage between multiple parties.

the Hatake can and will steal children because they have grown attached to them. those are their children now, they will protect that child with their life, and so will the rest of their pack/flock/herd/Enclave.

the Hatake family jutsu is literally just “sharing is caring.” im not joking. an individual will share their chakra with their soulkin and their soulkin does so in kind; this transfer makes both parties develop traits from the other.

Fukura, Mito, & Tobira are all giant nerds that yell about Fuinjutsu and jutsu creation together; they have no limits and nothing is sacred, their partners are 60-70% of their impulse control.

Fukura is transmasc (afab) and he, Tobira, & Mito literally made a seal that creates a solid henge around the thing its stuck to that is fueled my ambient chakra and can only be turned off by the bearer/creator of the seal, or by messing the seal up with another seal, specifically because Fukura was uncomfy in his teens.

Tobirama is autistic and has ADHD thats canon i don’t make the rules.

(thats a lie i make all the rules)

Hashirama became so overly expressive as a way to help his otouto, because Tobira cannot, for the life of him, read microexpressions.

Fukurama is also autistic, and they both have massive sensory issues, Tobira with sight/light levels, and Fukura with sounds; they both hate a lot of different textures as well.

Fukura also has a lot of other auditory issues, mostly auditory processing, and volume senstativity; this is because he’s a Hatake owl summoner, and since he’s albino and can’t rely on his eyes, his hearing is very very sensative.

chakra sensing is one of the few hatake blood traits, but it can be passed down through blood adoption (a hatake child adoption ritual). this is because the clan is so prone to producing albino offspring that they developed the latent ability to sense chakra if eyesight, hearing, or touch are stolen from them.

Tobirama has been blind since birth, though he can still tell light levels acutely, he can’t make out shape, depth, colour, texture, or anything similar to that with his eyes. thats why he’s such a good sensor.

Fukurama is in a similar situation; his sight is terrible, similar to Tobira’s but he’s actually able to make out light and colour and nothing else, and his hearing being real fricken sensative to loud noises.

Tobirama and Itama are more Hatake than Senju, and the same for Touka and Fukurama; more Wild, feral, less restricted, with a dislike of being caged or chained down.

Madara falls for Tobira hard when he realizes he’s been doing everything he does blind; he also may or may not have witnessed Tobira save itty-bitty Kagami from his own clan, with brutal efficiency.

Izuna falls for Fukurama after watching him hunt a Dire-Boar from the Forest of Death, with nothing but his talons, teeth, and metal-feather tessen.

Hashirama falls for Mito practically instantly because he is a love-struck fool, and the exact same thing happens with Kakuzu, despite the fact that Kakuzu is currently trying to kill him.

Izuna and Fukura are already partners when Arashi comes to visit Mito, and Fukura falls flat on his face after feeling his chakra for the first time. Izuna, while not poly, is open to the idea as long as its not an open relationship, and so Fukura starts trying to woo Arashi, even though he has a literal guide on how to interact with other people.

Arashi is enamoured by this dumb idiot and his friend who keeps tripping over himself trying to act normal. they end up a triad with Fukura as the joint, and they adopt a tiny Orochimaru, who is actually an orphaned Hatake with snake summons.

[boymeetsweevil]

the most magical place in hell

Grouping: (For Science) Reader x JK

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings/Themes: implied sex, 5 is a crowd annoying friends since that’s the vibe these days, d*sn*y please don’t sue

Prompt: “For Science, I miss this couple sm. Any scenario would be fantastic! For inspo, did JK and OC get to go on a vacation, (jk expressed he wanted to in his journal) if so how did that go? Any fun new experiments?”

A/N: This commissioned fic is part of the Changes with Luv project, hosted by FicsWithLuv. Here you can find more information about the project, cause, places to donate, and ways to commission a piece or offer your services if you are a content creator. Thank you!

On the third day of the cruise, Jungkook rolls over in his sleep. His hand reaches for you. His palm meets the bare skin of your shoulder already moving despite how pale the morning light is under his lashes.

“What’s happening,” he mumbles before grabbing more greedily at you. There’s not too much resistance as you let yourself be dragged a few inches across the sheets.

“We have to get up. Breakfast starts in 10 minutes, remember?”

You lean down to press a peck just above his brow bone and he groans. As you pull away, there’s a sweet waft that hits him and lets him know you’ve already showered and gotten ready. Now it’s his turn.

He gives himself just until you gather your things and shut the door to the room. Then he’s pulling himself out of bed with every ounce of energy he has left. He brushes his teeth with his eyes closed, does a perfunctory shower with the lights off like it’ll give him some more sleep. But he’s still dead tired as he throws on an outfit and heads out the door.

The walk to the dining area was exciting 3 days ago. The decadent decor, the view from the high balcony separating his floor from the others, the grand 20’s style atrium with Mickey Mouse memorabilia incorporated throughout. Everything used to be exciting 3 days ago. Sadly, the first day passed and things quickly lost their charm.

As he scoops a smiley-face omelette onto his plate in the buffet line, he searches for your face in the crowd of families scarfing down their first meals of the day so they can take their kids to the waterfall pool on deck 6. By the time he reaches the end of the line, there’s still no sight of you among the tables. So he ventures outdoors where there’s less seating but considerably more sun. He thinks back to his quick routine in the room. Did he remember to put on sunscreen?

When he finds you, you’re stretched out on a beach chair and taking in some of the sun. His mood is partially lifted when he sees just how content you look getting warmed like a lizard on a rock in your tiny bikini. He stands over you deliberately just to see you pout and pull down your sunglasses with a huff.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“Who’d you think it was?”

“I thought it was Hoseok about to ask me to take his profile pic again.”

Jungkook chuckles a little before sitting in the open seat next to you. “Couldn’t have been him. Too early.” “That’s true.” You sit up then, peering at his plate. “What’d you get us?”

“Us?” His smile is warm. “I thought you’d have eaten by now with the way you left the room.”

“I was looking for an empty spot for us. It was your job to find the actual food.”

“No one else would willingly wake up this early,” he cuts a fraction of the omelette before holding the bite up to you. “But I guess it’s only fair.”

You open your mouth happily.

“Permission to board the S.S. girlfriend?”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m wasting fuel in the port,” he continues to hover the fork just outside your reach, even when you jump forward with a nip.

“Permission to board,” you grumble.

He laughs like you told a great joke and gently feeds you the bite. With soft eyes, he watches you point to different things on the plate and dutifully feeds you your fill. This might be the first time he’s been able to spend a few moments alone with you since the five of you got on the cruise. He finishes up the bit of toast you couldn’t finish and the few blueberries that didn’t interest you. He must be staring because you turn to him in your reclined position and return the favor.

“You’re looking a little red. Did you put on sunscreen?”

“I think I forgot. I was trying to get ready fast so you wouldn’t have to sit around alone.”

“I wasn’t alone,” you reach into the bag you brought for sunscreen. “Yoori was with me. She left for the gym maybe 2 minutes before you came out here.”

“Oh,” is all he says.

Jungkook scowls a bit as you rub the lotion onto his face. That Yoori and Hoseok, and probably even Taehyung, might be spending more time with you on this trip than him is starting to be the horrible icing on this shitty vacation cake.

“Why don’t we take some time to—” He begins but a large shadow looming over the two of you makes him stop in his tracks.

“Hey,” a man with thick blond hair and even thicker muscles nods down at you. “You were at the adult lounge last night, right?”

Jungkook’s mouth drops open. Thor—or the actor who plays him during the Marvel day activities—has come up to your spot. He’s got the Ragnorok breastplate on with board shorts adorning his chiseled lower half. From the top up, he looks just like the real thing.

“Wow. Yeah I was, I’m surprised you remember,” you hold a hand over your eyes so you can look up at “Thor”.

“How could I forget. You and your beautiful friend were quite the sight yesterday.”

“Oh, uh. Thanks.”

In all his excitement, he overlooks the flirting. Jungkook stands up from his seat then and sticks out his hand. “Thor” shakes it hesitantly.

“Hey. I know you’re not the real thing, but it’s great to see you. I wasn’t at the adult lounge last night, so we didn’t get to meet.”

Jungkook makes sure to puff out his chest so “Thor” will notice the print of his button down shirt. Tiny little hammers.

“Do you like the shirt?” He beams. 

“Thor” squints down at the animated hammers.

“I can’t say I really know what’s on it, but sure.” 

“They’re...they’re Mjölnirs.”

“Mole-whats?”

You gasp, clapping your hands over your mouth. 

Jungkook drops “Thor”’s hand at the same moment, disappointment turning down the corners of his mouth.

“Nothing. They’re just drawings. Have a good day, man.”

“Thor” chuckles before looking back down at you. “Cute kid,” he says before sending you a wink and making some comment about getting to rehearsal.

Yoori returns from the gym that moment, nearly running into “Thor”. He gives her an appreciative once over which she returns smugly. Her expression changes as she approaches you and Jungkook looking like you had both seen a car crash.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you respond quickly with a subtle look at the back of Jungkook’s head to tell her ‘not now’.

“Well,” she plops down on the end of Jungkook’s beach chair, “How was breakfast?”

“It was fine,” Jungkook sighs and scoots back so she’ll have some room. “We finished a little while ago. Now we’re just making plans for the rest of the morning.”

“Couple stuff...I’ll go get myself a plate, then.”

You wait until Yoori’s disappeared into the dining area to turn to Jungkook. He doesn’t look angry per se. Just resigned.

“What were you saying before?”

“Hmm,” his eyes are far away, “I was just saying we could take some time to ourselves.”

He wants to say he feels like he’s barely seen you since he stepped on the ship, but he doesn’t want to make you feel bad. The funny thing is that you weren’t even looking forward to the trip before the first day. The tickets for this Marvel cruise were a last minute gamble. You had dropped many not-so-subtle hints about wanting to go somewhere a little less kid-friendly, but he’d waited until the last minute.

At first it seemed like the best possible last choice a person could have. You were all fans of the comics and movies with the exception of Taehyung and Yoori. Taehyung was more of a DC fan and Yoori just sort of let the movies wash over her. You’d been worried that the week would be torture for you with all the screaming kids around. But you were actually having the time of your life. Meanwhile Jungkook was having a less than ideal time.

“Sure. Like what?”

“Maybe we could relax? I’ve had research video meetings the last two nights, so I haven’t really been up for the late night stuff. And I’m just barely up for the morning stuff.”

“Hmm. What about the spa? I haven’t been there yet and it’s on my list.”

“The spa?” Yoori comes out with a mountain of waffles and rumpled-looking Taehyung and Hoseok behind her. “Yeah, let’s go to the spa!”

“Actually, I think Kook just wanted to—”

“I heard it’s actually pretty decent on this boat. They have a hot rock massage where all of the rocks look like the Tinman’s suit.”

“The Tinman,” Jungkook practically chokes.

“I think she means Iron Man,” Hoseok grins sleepily. “Anyway, I’m down for the spa thing too. Never too early to have a tiny lady go in on my thighs.”

“You’re literally so nasty,” Yoori glares back at him.

As your other friends bicker, you flash Jungkook an apologetic look. He shrugs because that’s easier than fighting it. He relishes the second plate of food you get for him and lets you feed him the bites in between kisses and mini-reapplications of sunscreen. It’s all the rest he gets that day. The spa is probably the least relaxing moment of his life.

He doesn’t even get to sit near you. Instead, he gets roped into the men’s section where Hoseok’s tiny lady goes too hard on his thighs and the resulting yelps make Jungkook’s ear drums pound. Taehyung falls asleep two minutes into the Iron Man hot rock massage and snores in a way that’s nearly identical to the 60 year old guests napping nearby.

You emerge from the women’s section with Yoori looking like you’d smell and feel like a rose petal. But Jungkook doesn’t ever find out if you do, because he’s being thrown right back into more “fun”. Somewhere in the back of his mind—between Black Widow meet and greet and the Ant-Man lunch show—he thinks that he would probably be having actual fun if he had some time to breathe. Although, he figures it’s enough to just breathe you in. He feels slightly less drained looking at your smiling face and wide eyes as a wild Hulk appears behind you at the pool after lunch, spraying you lighty with comically huge muscles and a comically tiny water gun.

“You’re not coming?”

Jungkook groans, partly out of guilt and partly out of exhaustion. It’s nearing 10:30 at night and you’re getting ready to go to the adult lounge again. This time it’s for all-things-Spiderman trivia and drinks. He wants to want to go. But he can’t find the strength. He figures too much sun and too much socialization is the answer.

“You’re not staying,” he counters as he does his best to sit up in bed. There’s a nice soft glow bleeding in from the giant picture window of the suite that looks onto the water and there’s some Loki pajamas calling his name. Your tight little dress is calling to him too. I’d look better on the floor, it says.

“I figured this would be a lot more lowkey than everything else we’ve done today. There’s no water and no noisy families. Or screaming Hoseoks.”

“You heard that earlier?”

“I did,” you grimace. “He must have really pissed off that masseuse.”

“I’m pretty sure he just talked with her like he talks normally.”

“Can’t fault her for that, then.”

There’s a beat of silence as you test the security of some strappy heels. Naturally your eyes wander from the shoes to your boyfriend. He’s tapping away at some emails on the ship’s slow wifi no doubt. If you couldn’t tell how tired he was from the slope of his shoulders and the bruise-like shadows under his eyes, the giant yawn he barely stifles is a giveaway.

“Maybe I could just—”

The door to your suite swings open, revealing Taehyung looking frightened in a silky peach button down as Yoori pinches Hoseok’s ear.

“You’re coming, right? Please tell me you’re coming.”

“She’s coming,” Jungkook pipes up from the bed. His eyes never leave the screen of the computer as he types away, but he blinks slow and long. Your heart aches a little.

Taehyung breathes out a sigh of relief and links arms with you. You get one last look at your exhausted boyfriend before you’re pulled out of the room entirely.

“Do you think they’ll even bother asking about the Garfield version?” Taehyung’s question shakes you out of your worry.

“Pfft, no.”

On the fourth day of the cruise, Jungkook is awakened earlier than he wants yet again. A large clap of thunder and the bolt of lightning flash from the other side of the window. He crawls quietly around your sleeping form and throws on his glasses. There’s heavy rain too—a sure sign that the pools and sundecks will be closed. Out of habit, he checks his email and sees a message from the ship coordinator.

Esteemed Guests,

As some of you may know, two performers at last night’s dinner show in House of Mouse theatre (Deck 5, room 6B) showed signs of a stomach bug during the performances. For the safety of the rest of the cast, staff, and guests, we will be postponing today’s shows to sanitize the performance rooms and allow the actors time to recover. Room service will still be available.

We know this is a large inconvenience, and to thank you for understanding, please check your trip accounts for a refund for today’s fares. Additionally...

Jungkook can’t help the fist pump and small hoot he lets out. The email gives him the same feeling he gets on those days when he wakes up hours before his alarm only to discover his professor had cancelled class for the day. With a skip in his step, he returns to bed.

When he wakes up hours later, it’s natural. You’re still spooned to him, still soft and warm and pliant in sleep. He runs the tip of his nose along your neck while the fog of sleep lifts. The smell of your soap and skin is warmed with sleep. The sniffing must tickle you, because you stir before arching against him in a morning stretch. He moves so he doesn’t get in the way of your swinging limbs and smiles to himself. It feels like it’s been forever since he last got to hold you like this without the threat of someone whisking you away.

“Morning,” your voice is gravelly from disuse. “What’s going on. What’s the plan?”

“There’s no plan.”

You’re still half asleep, but you have the social awareness to let your voice go high with incredulity. “No plan?”

“No plan. They sent an email.”

“Read it to me?”

He reads the formal apology while you turn in the covers so you can embrace him while you wake up. By the time he’s done reading, you’ve sat yourself up to look at his phone screen as well.

“Sounds good,” you chirp.

“Really? I would have thought you’d be disappointed about not having a packed day. You’ve been zooming around since we got on board.”

“Yeah, but this was supposed to be our time together. It’s only natural that your friends would tag along.”

“So they’re my friends now?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Only when they’re annoying.”

As if on cue, the front door sounds with knocking. Taehyung is the one who calls out about breakfast plans, but you know all three of them are out there. It’s almost a menacing thought.

“Your friends are here,” he groans. His head falls back onto his pillow defeatedly. They’re likely to burst in any second.

“Don’t worry.”

The sound dies down momentarily when Yoori mentions the extra keycard you gave her for emergencies. Hoseok and Taehyung continue to jiggle the door for sport while chatting idly. Meanwhile, you crawl underneath the sheets and re-emerge on Jungkook’s side of the bed. You look him over, as if searching for something. He’s about to ask what you’re looking for when you reach out and pinch both his cheeks suddenly. While he’s mid-yelp, you swoop in and nip at his lips. It’s quick but it was just harsh enough that his face looks blotchy and his mouth starts to swell.

He whines. “Is this because I called them your friends?”

“Just trust me,” you hiss before your hands disappear further down the sheets to tug off your own underwear and throw it towards the door.

A moment later, the door swings open to reveal Yoori, Hoseok, and Taehyung. Their smiles are bright until they take in the scene. Jungkook’s hair is a mess, his cheeks are flushed, and his mouth looks like it’s been lightly ravaged. Though you’re mostly covered with the sheets, the underwear that is very clearly not on your body and the way the sheets drape over your head as you lay between his knees tell a very convincing lie.

“I think I just caught that stomach bug.” Yoori says lightly, still smiling. Hoseok peers behind her, looking mildly interested.

“I hate it when I remember they have sex with eachother,” Taehyung buries his face in his friend’s shoulder looking mortified as Yoori slowly closes the door.

“Yeah, it’s kind of like walking in on your aunt and uncle doing it. But, like, 12 times worse.”

Jungkook basks in the new silence for a few moments before it’s replaced with the rustle of sheets.

“What are you doing” he trails off to a whisper as you tug the waistband of his underwear down. Your hands still.

“You don’t want to have boat sex?”

“No, no, I do. I wanna have boat sex.”

He nods intensely and you laugh at how earnest he still is. Jungkook’s cheeks flare up, now doubly red from quiet excitement.

“Guess I should have just proposed this, huh?”

“Yeah,” you hum thoughtfully while moving on your knees to straddle his hips. “I can't see how this would have ruined anyone’s fun.”

“I can think of a couple people’s fun we just ruined.”

“I really meant my fun. Speaking of which,” you settle onto his lap and begin to grind.

He shudders, head falling forward with a sigh. This, he thinks, is the real happiest place on earth.

[sporadic-writer]

What's in a name?

I made an OC character. Let’s pretend that everything worked out after Endgame. Or like.. things worked out after Civil War and this is before it all went to shit. This is more of an intro mainly. I honestly don’t really know where I’m goin with this. Also, eventually Bucky x OC.

Word count - 1424

Warnings - some swearing I guess, bad first time writing?

Tony walks into the common area of the Avengers tower. Everyone was all lounging about and not paying any mind to anything in particular.

“Alrighty team. We got a couple of visitors coming up in a bit. So look alive! Not that Wade needs your upmost attention, or respect, but they have info we need.”

           “Wait. Wade Wilson? As in that annoying fool Deadpool?” Sam asks. Tony nods in response, “Ha! This will be fun! Is she coming too?”

           “Yes, yes she is. The X-Men still think he needs a babysitter, which isn’t wrong. But she’s respectable and has a lot of experience under her belt. Acts pretty casual for nearly being a century old, but she keeps the connection between us and them.”

           “She’s hot too!” Sam pipes up eagerly to add that in for the group. The others mainly just roll their eyes or scoff while slightly nodding in agreement.

           Steve has a questionable look on his face, “I didn’t know E was nearly 100.”

           “Who is E guys?” Peter Parker meekly askes from the couch next to Bucky, who has the same curious look on his face.

           “Oh, she’s a vet like the Crypt Keepers here,” Tony explains while pointing to Bucky and Steve. “The main difference is that she was never frozen. Oh! And she has powers. Controlling the elements and all that. I see the look on your face, to answer your question; the stuff Hydra and the Nazis did to her during the war kept her alive. But she’s cool about it so don’t get morbid on my ass. Ok?”

           Peter and everyone else nods in understanding. Tony tells them that they will be at the Tower within the hour. Everyone just goes back to doing what they were doing before.

           About 45 minutes later, the elevator dings and two people walk out. The first people see, or hear rather, is the Merc with the Mouth announcing his presence. Followed by a woman who smirks and rolls her eyes.

           “No no! Don’t get up people, especially since some of you are quite old. Wouldn’t want anyone to bust a hip on my behalf. Ow! E don’t hit me! And don’t look at me like that! Fine.. I’ll behave.”

           The silver hair woman catches everyone off guard. Mainly because she kept Wade Wilson in line. But also, because she doesn’t look at day over 25 for someone who is nearly 100 years old. She just scoffs and looks around.

           “No, you physically cannot behave. You’re an asshole who must always be a smart alec. I’m sorry for him, now and anything he will do. I’m E.” She goes to shake hands with those closest to her.

           “What does E stand for?” Peter askes from the back of the group.

           “That is private, personal information. I keep that to myself” She shifts on her feet while continuing to explain. “Everyone takes their guess though, so I assume you will eventually right?” Peter shrugs in agreement.

           “Right, now that we have all met ‘White Storm’ can we get on with the information sharing? I have an Amazing World of Gumball marathon to get back to while getting cuddly with Beast.”

           E laughs out loud and moves toward the conference room. “Jesus I hate you sometimes. But he’s right, we should handle this.” She struts off while a confident sway in her hips, the men in the rooms following without thinking. The women admire her presence and chuckle at the men acting like boys trailing behind her.

           About an hour or so later, they all head out of the conference room knowing all information everyone needs to know. Wade made a joke and rolled out after the others invited you to hang out for a bit.

           “He has a good heart. It’s just covered in a hard, thick, intense… um obnoxious jackass coating. With a nice dipshit shine.” E looks at the others in the room as they understand, sort of, about her friend’s nature.

           “He’s fine. Most of us have gotten used to it. The bonus is just that whenever he visits, you usually follow not far behind.” Sam smiles and flirts with the woman beside him on the couch. Wanda rolls her eyes at his attempt, already knowing she won’t go for it at this time.

           Little did everyone know, was that 2 super soldiers were getting drinks and watching this whole thing ensue from the center island.

           “Steve, shouldn’t we pull him back?” He surprised himself at the slight hint of jealousy he felt when he had not even had a full conversation with the silver haired woman.

           “No, I know E. She’s fine. This is not Sam’s first attempt at making a pass at her. Ha, you should have seen him the New Year’s Eve before Ultron. He got so drunk we had to send him to bed in order to leave her alone. She almost lit him on fire.” As he says this with amused admiration, Bucky’s eyes get wide with both shock and being impressed.

           “Careful Sam. Haha now don’t get bummed. You made a pass and I turned it down. No reason we can’t still be friendly,” she says while smirking at the man. “Now, if you excuse me. I am going to go get something to drink.”

           “Did you quote a Marilyn Monroe movie just there?” Bucky asks as she heads to the cupboard to get a glass.

           “Indeed I did. She’s one of my favorites. I met her in a New York City diner bathroom actually. She’s a delight. Now I just wish someone not from our generation would understand that reference.”

           E and Steve settled into idle chat. Bucky was next to them observing the woman for the first real time. He noticed how traits of every decade flowed through her. Grace and sophistication from the 20s through the 50s was noticeable. Her upbringing was clearly not from this time. Spunky charm and free-flowing fun from the 60s and 70s was prevalent in her smile and demeanor. Then, her openness and bright eyes for adventure surely gotten from the 80s to now was also at large. Not only were her eyes bright, but they were purple as well. They were like two gemstones sparkling out. Yet, behind them, he could see the hardships she’s faced. He could see it because it was the same he sees in his own eyes.

           “I’ve never seen purple eyes before.” He blurts out without thinking. She smiles while Rhodes mutters a “smooth” behind him while digging in the fridge.

           “Yeah, side effect from the testing done on me during the war,” she notes his regretful face for bringing up an intense topic. “No no it is completely fine! I see my look as an upside to all that happened.”

           “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get over all of that messed up stuff that happened to you? It took me a long time to get control of the big guy.” Bruce looks timid, but immensely curious in asking.

           “For the most part … a huge bag of weed. Picked that trick up in the 60s”

           Peter nearly coughs to death from the couch, while Tony makes a comment of this being why he likes her. While Bruce simply takes in the response he was not expecting. Bucky continued to be surprised by her. E explained how it keeps her calm or helps her sleep, adding that it also adds to a good time. Steve’s slight look of disapproval was gone when she shoved his shoulder and told him to loosen up. Everyone fell into a fun rhythm. Eventually though, E had to leave. She stated that there was work to do with the X-Men and she needed to head back. Before leaving, Tony invited her to the event being held next weekend. She eagerly said yes before giving a genuine smile goodbye and heading toward the elevator.

           Nat looked at Tony with a questioning face. “We are holding an event next weekend?”

           “Yes,” he simply responded. “That way we see more of her, and I get to please the big wigs on Capitol Hill by helping their image by donating to some charities. Just a simple cocktail party with a small little auction. No gala or anything like that.”

           They all accepted it was happening, while Bucky was just nervous and excited to see her again. Completely unaware of the future that was in store for him and the team later to come.

Sorry for the bad closing. I’ll continue more if people like this. Also, if ya got a title let me know! I’m blanking on one. Thanks for reading and giving it a shot!