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sinisterlyliv · 2 years

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I posted 125 times in 2022

That's 125 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (5%)

119 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@doctorstrangeaskblog

@lokigodofaces

@asksinisterstrange

@ask-scott-lang-whatever

I tagged 44 of my posts in 2022

#stephen strange - 5 posts

#sinister strange - 4 posts

#agents of shield - 3 posts

#supreme strange - 3 posts

#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness - 2 posts

#doctor strange - 2 posts

#doctor strange: in the multiverse of madness - 2 posts

#defender strange - 2 posts

#leopold fitz - 2 posts

#no need to call me out like that - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#& also stuff about fitz...now that i'm really liking the idea of sinister using the darkhold to find out that fitz knows how to travel betw

My Top Posts in 2022:

*sighs* will i ever be satisfied with the picrew i make for my pfp?

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🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

Oh my heavens, I'm flattered. And I'm sorry it took me forever to respond! I was out of town and seeing family so I tried not to be on Tumblr that much. But I saw I got an ask and didn't have time to read it. I've had a sucky couple days (really fun to drive to another state to see family just to get horribly sick & then be nervous about spreading it when you go to a reception you know lots of elderly people will be at), and seeing this and reading what it actually says really made my day.

Here's a random selection of songs I listen to frequently.

Dvorak's "New World Symphony Movement Three"

Basil Poledouris' "Nuclear Scam" from The Hunt for Red October

Hesham Nazih's "Constellation" from Moon Knight

Panic! At the Disco's "Roaring 20s"

Don McLean's "American Pie"

Again thank you so much for this!

I don't think I even have 10 followers honestly, so if you aren't following me and see this for some reason, you're welcome to do it!

1 note - Posted November 20, 2022

Pass the happy! When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications 😙✨

This ask blog thing we've got going for characters. I only use this for rp. And I used to rp before on another site but it...wasn't that great? People took it way too seriously. Like, they were more worried about a word count than the story and characters and having fun. And personally I find word counts to be the least important in rp (I do understand wanting to have long paragraphs in some rps but I would never get mad at someone for having 230 words instead of 250). So I stopped because that sucked. But if I can send an ask to you or another blog like yours, I get a little taste of rp in a way that doesn't suck. And I've had WAY more fun than I thought I would and it's become way more of a thing for me. It started out as just anon asks since I don't use my main blog, I only use a side blog. I went and made a whole new account for this because I was having fun.

Family. Had a family get together this week so I've been having fun with them. They're family I haven't seen in forever too (they live on the East Coast and I live in a Western state) so it's great. And I've been seeing family a lot more lately since I'm going to live out of the country temporarily and I have a few cousins doing similar things, so we've been seeing each other more often to make up for the time we won't see each other. But I just love my family. My relationships aren't perfect by any means. But I know they won't abandon me because of something big or small.

So, I'll be living in Brazil temporarily, and I know no Portuguese. So I've been using Duolingo to learn some basics. And I took five years of Spanish between middle and high school, but that was pre-covid and I've lost a lot of it since then. But it's almost like I'm relearning Spanish as I'm learning Portuguese. Because in some ways Portuguese feels like Spanish that is written completely differently and has a very different accent. So far with the most basic of the basics, I can understand Portuguese if spoken and I can kind of speak it (still trying to get the handle of Portuguese pronunciation instead of Spanish pronunciation), but reading and writing is so much harder because there's different characters and everything is spelled way different (yo vs. eu). But then there's words that look like they might be exactly the same (como and bebo) but so far Duolingo has only shown me the one conjugation so I don't know what's going on with anything else or what the infinitive is. But it's actually so much fun. I'm relearning one language while learning another. And I have a knack for languages in general and enjoying learning languages, so this is really fun for me.

Writing. Writing fanfiction is just so fun and therapeutic and makes my brain go insane with happiness. All of my fics are linked on my other account, and to be honest I don't know if they'd appeal to any of the people I've interacted with here (you wouldn't guess that I don't have any Doctor Strange fics, would you? Stephen is a big deal in one of my Loki fics though, and I'm planning out some fics for Stephen and variants, but from this blog you'd think Stephen is my favorite when he actually isn't! He is in my top 4 though! Loki, Bucky, Coulson, Stephen, order can vary. Now that I got that tangent out of the way...).

Food. I love food. And I love cooking. I don't normally talk religiously (yes, I am Christian, a minority in Christianity too, I was harassed on a side blog on my other account by someone saying that Christians can't be queer and they called me terrible things so I don't feel comfortable talking about it that often any more), but the fact that we have both the ability to taste and so many ingredients that can be cooked and combined in delicious ways, at least to me, is very strong evidence that God loves us. Currently in a big nutella thing. Also, since I'm going to Brazil, people having been giving me Guaraná Soda, this Brazilian pop that tastes amazing, and I may have been looking up where I can buy it in the States by my house. Sushi is also extremely delicious. And I could go on and on but I'll stop now to save you all time.

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*screams in agents of shield fan*

4 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

love how the fandom had sinister strange, defender strange, and strange supreme for maybe ten minutes (that's combining all of their screentime) and yet we're all obsessed with them

116 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

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tilbageidanmark · 9 months

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Movies I watched this Week # 155 (Year 3/Week 51):

My first Singaporean film, Anthony Chen's award-winning debut feature, Ilo Ilo. There is a new sub-genre emerging in recent years, realistic dramas about live-in maids and domestic workers (Many from South America and from South-East Asia: 'Lina from Lima', 'The second mother', 'La Nana', 'Roma', 'La cieniga', 'A simple life', and also others I haven't seen). Most are terrific, and so is this one, with 100% score on Rotten Tomatoes.

[That Wikipedia list of movies with 100% score on RT is often a reliable indicator for the type of fair I like to spend my time with]. Highly recommended - 9/10.

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2 more by Aki Kaurismäki:

🍿 My 10th tragic feature by him, and possibly my favorite, The match factory girl. The great Kati Outinen is a sad and lonely young woman who has a one-night stand. Minimalist, bleak and unrelenting, this was no Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale. Considered by some as the "Best Finnish film". 9/10.

🍿 To Each His Own Cinema, a 2007 anthology of 34 3-minute shorts by different directors about how movies inspired them. Takeshii Kitano, the Dardenne brothers, Zhang Zimou, Jane Campion, Atom Egoyan, Gus Van Sant, Lars von Trier, Roman Polanski, Michael Cimino, David Cronenberg, Wong Kar-wai, Ken Loach, Claude Lelouche, David Lynch, Etc. It was commissioned to celebrate 60th anniversary of The Cannes Film Festival.

The often-repetitive stories were about old cinema houses out in the country, ticket taking, projectionists, watching Bresson and Fellini in small villages, and similar wet dreams for cineastes. A nice touch was that the credits were shown only at the end of each short, so you could try to guess who directed it while watching.

Most of the films were not very good. Among the few stand outs were Hou Hsiao-hsien (A family in 1940s Taiwan goes to see a film in a suddenly decrepit theater), Aki Kaurismäki (Foundry workers on lunch break enjoy a Lumiére silent film of workers on lunch break), Abbas Kiarostami (Iranian women watch 'Romeo and Juliet' and cry), Wim Wenders (The inhabitants of a remote Congo village watch Black Hawk Down) and The Coen Brothers (A cowboy resembling Llewellyn Moss at a repertory art house, debating if he should see Renoir or Nuri Bilge Ceylon).

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Ridley Scott's first stream-of-consciousness film, Boy and Bicycle. Made in 1962, when he was 23, and starring his 16 year old brother, Tony [who would jump to his death from the San Pedro Bridge exactly 50 years later]. A boy skips school, and wanders round the empty docks of his West Hartlepool industrial seaside town. Like a working class scene from 'Dubliners'.

It took Ridley 15 years before he was able to direct his next movie, during which time he specialized in producing commercial advertising. His most famous one, The bike Ride, an advert for bread, also featured a boy on a bike. It was later voted as the 'Best British Advert of all time'.

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My 7th and 8th films by Sofia Coppola:

🍿 Priscilla, another pretty young woman living in a privileged gilded cage (like Coppola's herself did). A beautiful romance without sex, and with an oppressive power imbalance. "The Elvis" and the 14 year old girl [and without a single Elvis song]. 7/10.

🍿 In her shallow The Bling Ring, a group of celebrities-wannabes Valley Girls burgles from Hollywood celebrities homes, and become mini-celebrities themselves. It was pretty, but I couldn't find any deeper meaning there.

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Danish cinema produced dozens of 'Danish Noir' works in the 1940's, during the Nazi occupation, and the 1950's. Mordets melodi ("Melody of murder") is considered Denmark's first horror film, and is my first movie directed by the great Bodil Ipsen. [The Danish "Oscars" are actually called "The Bodil's" after her and the other female influencer, Bodil Kjer].

Like Fritz Lang's 'M', a crazed, ambi-sexual killer continues to strangle women while singing a luring French cabaret song, and the dark, dramatic sets are visually stark.

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Bradley Cooper's new adulatory bio-pic Maestro, about the larger-than-life, overbearing genius that was Leonard Bernstein. Uncanny recreation of his life, but mostly his bisexuality vs. his love for his wife and family. Carey Mulligan was tremendous in it. So was Gustav Mahler. This is the year of the “Great Man” in movies, Napoleon, Oppenheimer, Ferrari, Bernstein… (Photo Above).

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First-watch earlier Buñuel X 2:

🍿 Nazarin, Buñuel‘s own favorite work, about a saintly priest, who mistakenly tries to follow in Christ's footsteps. But all his literal interpretations of the dogmas are proven to lead him, as well as his small coterie of freaks and miscasts, into misfortunes. One of the last of his Mexican films, this religious parable is the one that convinced the Spanish censors to allow him to return from exile.

🍿 Bunuel's only documentary (pseudo-documentary rather), Land Without Bread, describing (exaggerated) misery in a remote Spanish town. Extreme poverty, hunger and destitute rarely seen on film.

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Dil Dhadakne Do is an Indian soap opera, staged on a first-class Turkish cruise ship in the Mediterranean, directed by a woman, and narrated by a dog. It's a 3-hour long American-style 'Rich and famous' sit-com of a large family, full of expected love intrigues of bland characters.

I was hoping for another hopping Song and Dance story, but there were only 3 dance numbers in it, Gallan Goodiyaan, Girls like to dance and the final credit scene.

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3 atypical Christmas fairy tales:

🍿 My second unusual anime by Satoshi Kon, Tokyo Godfathers (after 'Paprika'). An imaginative Christmas Miracle parable of The Three Magis. Except that here they are three unlikely homeless heroes, an alcoholic, a trans woman, and a teenage runaway who likes to spit on people from above. They discover an abandoned newborn while searching through the garbage for presents. Emotional and unorthodox. 8/10.

🍿 The Bloody Olives, a Belgian meta Film Noir of a husband, his wife and her lover who keep murdering each other again and again while decorating their Christmas tree. Full of twists and double crosses.

🍿 "One morning, as Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a giant banana..."

Malcolm Tucker's Oscar-winning parody Franz Kafka's It's a Wonderful Life was not too convincing: It's too easy to parody Kranz Fuckfuck.

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First watch: Truffaut's second installment of the Antoine Doinel's saga, Antoine and Colette. The boy of '400 Blows' is now 17, and awkwardly falls in love for the first time. Youthfully charming.

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2 by Norwegian Kristoffer Borgli:

🍿 The first half of Dream scenario had me in stitches: Such an original thought experiment, and so unhesitatingly fresh. But exactly at mid-point, when everybody's dreams turn into nightmares, the story progressed into a underwhelming flirtation with broader contemporary themes, fame, cancel culture, public perception. The only anchor left in Paul's life is memories of his lovely wife, Julianne Nicholson. 6/10.

🍿 Checking out his only previous feature, Sick of Myself: That too was a story with an intriguing premise that opened very strong, end completely fizzled halfway. A young barista lives anonymously and unnoticed, being ignored by her self-centered boyfriend and acquaintances. One day at work, a woman is being mauled by a dog and she's the only one jumping to help her. While covered in blood, she is suddenly the center of attention. The rush causes her to start an insane dive into self-mutilation. The second half centered on narcissism, influencers, victimhood and social media, and was highly disappointing. My 5th film with Anders Danielsen Lie. 4/10.

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"Chip, you know how I hate the brown word"...

My first black comedy from John Waters' commercial period, Serial mom.

With Waters regulars Chesty Morgan, Tracy Lords, Mink Stole, Patty Hearst and Ricky Lake [But it could do better with less Fat jokes]. Also, with a lawyer named Nazelrod and a panties-sniffer named Marvin Pickles. The hot rock and roll girl band is called Camel Lips. So the anti-establishment humour is very elementary.

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“I Didn’t Come To Rescue Rambo From You. I Came Here To Rescue You From Him”…

First watch: I did not expect Rambo: first blood to be that watchable, with such excellent Jerry Goldsmith score. A traumatized Vietnam vet feels spat on and maligned. And all the years I thought it but a thoughtless, jingoistic violent flick.

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3 more stand-ups:

🍿 Trevor Noah: Where Was I, his latest stand-up opens with his best line upfront: "I really enjoy every day in America right now. The same way you'd enjoy your last day on earth". It has a few other good jokes, but otherwise it's pretty tame. The venue, The Fox Theater in Detroit, looks magnificent. 4/10

🍿 Sane man, my first stand-up with heavy-smoker, politically incorrect Bill Hicks. I heard the name before, but never seen him perform.

🍿 So, for the second time in a week, I re-watched Dave Gorman’s Googlewhack Adventure, a contagiously funny presentation.

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4 Shorts:

🍿 Agnès Varda's Les Fiancés du pont Mac Donald, a Harold Lloyd and Buster Keaton-inspired silent comedy from 1962. With JL Godard and Anna Karina.

🍿 Re-watch: From David Firth's, the creator of 'Salad Fingers', the unsettling Cream. Inventing a single solution to all of the world's problems.

The credit page at the end is just as hilariously expansive as the bitter story itself.

🍿 Figs, a gentle 81-year-old black woman who survived a life of oppression, from the cotton fields of Louisiana to becoming a teacher in South Los Angeles.

🍿 The girl with the yellow stockings, a light German story of a young man asking his girlfriend to marry him again and again.

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One I couldn't finish even after trying hard for nearly 20 minutes: The toothless, 1990's Clintonite-lite, political romance Speechless. Trying to cash in on the then real-life hookup between James Carville and Mary Matalin, it was awful on every level.

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(My complete movie list is here).

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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Our Dream, Your Nightmare - Part 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Dark OFC Lily

Word Count: 3552

Summary: All Lily wanted in this life was to love someone and be loved in return. She thought she had that once Steve Rogers entered her life. Over the years of sticking by his side, she became closer to him. Then one day Thanos arrives and snapped half the universe, bringing them closer together, or so she thought. Five years later, Scott Lang shows up talking about a time heist, making Steve hopeful about the future again and Lily scared of the unknown while pregnant with his child. When the world is saved and Steve wants to go back in time to be with Peggy Carter a part of her finally snaps. What will be Steve’s future?

Warnings: Reader is dark, possessive of Steve, Jealousy of Peggy, Kidnapping, Mind Games, Psychotic Reader, Smut (dub/non-con), Oral (M receiving)

A/N: Thank you to @awesomerextyphoon @pigwidgeonxo and @music-culture-mythology for helping me and beta reading this. @whimsicalrogers for the page-breaks and pics are screen shots I took from the movie.

A/N 2: For @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms make it a badass challenge. This will be either a 2 or 3 part mini-series

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Before Thanos arrived on earth Steve Rogers was trying to find his place in the world, a man out of time as some called him. He’d lost all hope until he met the newest recruit named Lily. She’d arrived with Wanda after the battle for Sokovia against Ultron.

Lily was experimented on by Hydra with her friends Wanda and Pietro. Like Wanda, Lily gained similar powers of telekinesis, the ability to read minds, energy manipulation, and absorbing powers of enemies. She had bright blue eyes to match the energy she controlled with her hands and soft violet hair.

Unfortunately, she fell hard for the Captain, something she never meant to do. How could a woman not? He was kind, a gentleman through and through. Steve always seemed to look to the next fight and that was something Lily could relate to. She followed him after the Civil War between their friends and stood by his side when half the population disappeared with a snap of Thanos’ fingers.

It was then that Steve leaned on her more. A friendship quickly turned into wants and needs. She wanted nobody but him and Steve needed someone to ground him. Steve, desperate for any reprieve from his despair would seek out her comfort every night beneath her sheets. This gave Lily hope that maybe he could see her as more than just a friend. Lily kept telling herself eventually he’d fall in love with her as she had years ago with him. For now, they took what they needed from one another.

This seemed to go on for five years and sure enough, Steve had finally confessed he wanted to settle down with Lily and make her an “honest woman.” Her mind could sense his hesitation but she didn’t care. Steve would finally be hers. With them living with one another and focusing on helping others to move on with their lives, Lily had found out she was pregnant. Maybe this is what they needed to finally bring them closer together. The plan was to tell Steve that night the good news but fate had other plans in the form of Scott Lang and time travel. What if they could undo everything Thanos did? Lily wanted to see the world back to normal but what would happen to her and Steve? Would he still want to be with her? She shook her head at the thought. It didn’t matter, she would make sure he never left if it was the last thing she did.

Over the next few weeks, the Avengers were planning what Scott called a “time heist.” Until they brought everyone back with the stones Lily decided to keep the pregnancy to herself. Steve didn’t need this distraction as they tried to figure out what timeline the stones were in. After weeks of planning, they were all ready to step on the platform of the quantum time machine. The team and Lily looked around at one another just as Steve started to give his normal Captain speech to everyone.

“Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves.” Steve looked over at Lily as he said the last part. “Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know, that doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we’re going to win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.”

Lily sensed something wasn’t going to go right with the mission. Dread and nausea washed over her just as they all disappeared into the past.

As each team headed to their destination, Lily followed Steve, Tony, Scott, and the Hulk to New York City in 2012 when Loki was attacking earth. Things were chaotic but running smoothly for the most part. The Hulk was off to get the time stone from the ancient one while the others planned on getting the Tesseract that held the space stone and the mind stone in Loki’s scepter. Everything seemed to be going to plan, that was until Steve and Lily ran into his younger self. She couldn’t help but watch as both men fought one another. It wasn’t until they both fell several floors down that she stopped the 2012 Steve with her mind long enough for her Steve to knock him out.

Steve stood with the scepter in hand and made an off-hand comment that his past self did indeed have America’s ass. A smirk pulled at Lily’s lips as she thought ‘yes indeed he had a nice ass.’ They both made their way outside to find Tony and Scott saying they’d failed their part. Scott was to be sent back with what they had at the moment while Steve, Tony, and Lily went back further in time to get the space stone in the 1970s. Steve was apprehensive at first about letting her come along but Tony insisted she could be of some use.

Once they arrived, Tony was off to grab the Tesseract while Steve and Lily went to grab Pym Particles. The security on base was looking for the three oddballs when Steve pulled Lily into an office to hide briefly. When he turned around he stood in shock as he saw Peggy on the other side of the glass window in her office. Lily felt her world shift once again as she watched him approach the window, staring at his former love.

Anger and hatred burned through her veins as her eyes started to glow. How easy would it be to end the infamous Carter and take what belonged to her back to the present time? Lily didn't realize that her fingertips started to spark until Steve shook her.

“Lily stop! You’re going to get us caught.” Steve spoke, clearly annoyed, grabbing her arm hard and pulling her out of the office. They made their way outside where they waited for Tony. Steve looked down at Lily with a frown. “I’m not sure what that was about but you need to get your head on straight. The world is counting on us to fix things.”

She took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. Lily had heard stories of “the Peggy Carter.” There was no way she could ever amount to a woman like her, but she’d be the woman to live the rest of her days out with him. Tony walked over to them with the Tesseract in a briefcase and they were back in the present on the platform surrounded by everyone except for Natasha. Clint explained what happened and the sacrifice that needed to be made for the soul stone. The death had shocked everyone to their core and made what they were about to do more important. For Lily, Natasha was her friend that had cheered her on when she decided to make a move on Steve. Until they could get Wanda back she would be lost amongst her male friends like a boat sailing with no radar or beacon.

Later that evening Tony had put the stones on one of his nano-tech gloves. After the team discussed who the “strongest Avenger” was, the Hulk volunteered to put it on since it was mostly gamma rays. They stood by on defense and watched what the snap did to his arm, slowly destroying his skin, burning and scarring him. Time seemed to pass slowly as they waited with bated breath to see if it worked. It was then that Clint’s phone rang and showed Laura was calling him.

Before they could celebrate, Thanos emerged from the quantum machine from the past and rained hellfire on top of the compound causing the Avengers to fall in different spots. Lily woke to a firm hand shaking her as her ears rang from the explosions. Steve knelt beside Lily and helped her up. They walked side by side to join Tony and Thor who watched Thanos below. Now was the time to fight back and raise hell.

Lily let the men lead the charge as she fought against Thanos with her powers. Just when she thought she had the upper hand, Thanos all but choked the life out of her until a metal hammer came soaring into him and back to the owner. Thanos threw her to the ground, her glowing blue eyes looked up just in time to see Steve using every trick he had on the man. Together they all fought diligently but even Lily had a hard time killing the mad Titan. It wasn’t until portals started opening up, revealing their friends that they all felt hope. Wanda coming through the portal made Lily tear up at being reunited with someone who was like her own family. Together they all lined up facing down Thanos and his army. When the hammer came flying back to Steve he roared out, “Avengers Assemble!” Nothing was going to stop them this time.

Each side had fought hard but in the end, the Avengers and their friends won. Both Wanda and Lily had used their powers together and killed Thanos this time around. The anger and hatred they each carried were enough to kill him before Tony was able to put the gauntlet on his hand. The only lives that were going to be lost that day were Thanos and his army. Tony looked at both young women with awe as he dropped the nano-tech gauntlet with the stones to the ground. This was a day of celebration but also the loss of their dear friend Nat.

After the battle, Steve had decided he was going to take the stones back to the time that they grabbed them from once he got things settled in the present time. Lily had told Steve about her pregnancy but his emotions were what confused her the most. He felt happy but now conflicted with what he had planned. As she searched his mind she found that he was going into the past to be with Peggy. How could he leave her pregnant and alone? Distraught about his decision, she sought out her friend Wanda.

Lily stood before her mentor and friend. “I don’t know what to do Wanda. He is going back to be with her and I-I’m pregnant with his child. I stood by him, through everything. We were even in a relationship while you were gone. I can’t lose him.” Tears fell from her eyes as she sobbed.

Wanda lightly cupped her friend's cheek and wiped the tears away with her thumbs. “If you want him as you say then take what is rightly yours. If I could have gotten Vision back I would have never left his side again.”

Lily shook her head unsure if she was hearing Wanda right. “You know I couldn’t get away with something like that. Sam and Bucky plan to be there to watch him disappear. Someone needs to put the stones back.”

Smirking at her friend Wanda spoke softly. “Leave it to me. I’ll help you get what you want.”

True to her word, Wanda did help her. Conjuring a spell and manipulating minds Wanda had Tony go back and place the stones where they belonged. To Bucky and Sam, their minds were made to think Steve was lost in time. As for Steve, when he went to say goodbye to Lily, her lips connected with his in a passionate kiss and her fingers that ran through his hair lit up with her magic and made him fall asleep.

Lily then transported an unconscious Steve to a home that Wanda and her created. The basement looked like an ordinary home, furnished with a living room, bathroom, and bedroom. The kitchen stayed upstairs for the safety of Lily. The door that led upstairs and all the walls were reinforced with Wakandan Steel and magic. There was no way he’d be able to escape.

After being asleep for most of the day Steve woke up and found himself in a place he didn’t recognize. His eyes finally fell to Lily as he sat up from the bed.

Lily smiled softly at him as she spoke. “I bet you’re wondering where we are? I took the liberty, with Wanda’s help, to build us a home. With the baby on the way, I figured we’d need a place to stay. What do you think of our new home?”

Steve’s eyes glanced around at his surroundings. “Lily, whatever it is that you think is going to happen between us won’t. How about you let me go and we can talk.”

Rolling her eyes she shook her head no. “I can’t do that Steve and you know the answer to that.”

His voice grew more demanding.“Listen to me this isn’t going to end the way you want. What you’re doing is wrong. I didn’t make you do this okay? This is all you and whatever dreams you keep latching onto.” Slowly standing Steve walked to Lily but she raised her hand, the blue magic left her hands quickly, stopping Steve in his place. He tried to move but it was like invisible ropes had wrapped around him.

Her eyes glowed blue, as little sparks of color left her fingertips.“You caused this to happen, Steve, not me. All you had to do was love me the way that I love you. Can’t you see that destiny brought us together? Now, we’ll have the rest of our lives together without the distractions of Peggy.”

“I did love you once but I think it was more of pity than true love. What if I never grow to love you?” Steve asked angrily, his arms trying to move apart but not succeeding.

A sinister smile crossed Lily’s face as she caressed her stomach. “Please, pity? You will love me, Steven. You will learn to love me, love us in time.”

Steve stared her down, unable to move due to the hold her magic had on him. “What if I despise you for the rest of my life? Then what?”

Lily’s eyes narrowed and glowed a brighter blue as she locked eyes with him, her head tilting to the side, taking in what he just said. “If you don’t learn to love us I can assure you that your life will be a living nightmare. Just think every night, the same dream, and every morning, the same nightmare.” Her fingers moved another surge of blue energy toward Steve. The blue magic circled his head several times and entered his mind.

It was then Steve was thrust back into the mid-1940s. The people around him celebrated the end of the war as he walked through a dance hall. His mind told him he was looking for someone, an unknown woman. Steve tried hard to recall his beloved’s name when Lily appeared in front of him. She was in a blue dress with her hair done up. “Steve, the war is over. We can go home. We can be a family.” Her voice was like honey to his ears.

Steve spun Lily around and pulled her close to him as they both swayed to the music that was softly playing in the background.

“It's been a long, long time.

Haven't felt like this, my dear

Since I can't remember when.

It's been a long, long time

You'll never know how many dreams

I've dreamed about you.

Or just how empty they all seemed without you.

So kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again.

It's been a long, long time.”

He couldn’t help the smile, his cheek pressed softly against hers, both lost to the music playing. Steve opened his eyes and looked around the room. The people who were once there disappeared and the music went silent. Steve looked down at her and her dress faded away into the jeans and sweater she was wearing earlier.

“Stop it, Lily!” The magic that circled his mind swirled away and brought him back to the present. “You can’t just break the rules and bend time to your will. What you’re doing is wrong.” Steve stared her down as his hands clenched and unclenched by his side.

Lily couldn’t help but throw her head back and laugh. "Comical coming from you Steve. You break the rules and become a hero. I do it and I become the enemy. That doesn't seem fair.” With a twist of her fingers, she floated his body into the air and had him sit in a chair. “I’m trying to show you what our life could be like if you would just give me a chance. We could have the life you wanted. The house, the white picket fence…” Lily’s hand rubbed her stomach again. “And a baby. All you need to do is forget Peggy and live the life that we talked about.”

Since anger was not getting through to her he decided to try being calm. “Look, doll, let’s just try to be reasonable about this. I thought I loved you at one point but my heart has always belonged to…”

"Don’t you dare say her name! This is me being reasonable! You know Steve I’m going to leave you down here. Let you get your wits under control and when you want to talk about our future I will be just upstairs.” Lily walked over to him and placed a kiss on his lips. While the magic still held him still she absorbed some of Steve’s super soldier strength. She sauntered over to the door that led upstairs and closed it behind her, the door locking into place. Her magic let go of him and when he went to stand Steve collapsed. “Sorry Steve but for now I will hold onto your strength. Don’t need you breaking anything down here.” Climbing the stairs she could hear Steve’s muffled calls after her.

“Steve?” A young British accent echoed around the bedroom that he was in. He rolled onto his back and tried to brush it off as hallucinations. As his eyes drooped again he felt warm kisses go down his chest and to just above his boxer briefs. “Steven, what seems to be getting your blood going?” He could do nothing but lay there as tiny hands pulled his boxer briefs down his legs. When he cracked his eyes open he saw Peggy swallow his cock down her throat eliciting a moan from him. Her mouth worked him over and over, bringing him higher and closer to his orgasm. Before he could cum she pulled off him with a seductive pop. Just as she was about to climb on top of him Steve had Peggy pinned to the bed.

“God I can’t tell you how many times I have wanted to have you under me.” Steve grabbed his cock with one hand and thrust hard into her wet channel, causing her to moan and arch her back. Steve fucked her with vigor, hard and fast just the way he has always wanted to. Her moans filled the room with every snap of his hips and Steve groaned with her. “This pussy is so good. It’s all mine, all fucking mine. Do you hear me?”

Faster and faster he chased his high, his hand snuck between their bodies and rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts. Within minutes her pussy clenched as she came around his cock and that hurled him over the cliff, as he shouted his release, emptying every single drop into her. Steve was grinning as he breathed heavily, opening his eyes he looked down at her face and saw Lily smiling back up at him.

“Now that is the Steve I know and love.” Lily stretched her arms over her head, while Steve quickly pulled out of her and backed away.

“Wh-what was that? What are you doing here?” Steve looked around the room, visibly confused by what just transpired.

Lily pouted at him, sitting up in bed and pulling down her negligee. “Oh Steve, this pussy is yours remember? I came down here to bring you something to eat and drink. The next thing I know you are pulling me into bed.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair. “You’re lying.”

A dark chuckle escaped her lips. “Okay fine you caught me.” Her hand waved the blue magic again and Peggy’s voice was echoing off the walls. “I told you earlier every night would be the same dream. Though it’s up to you whether your mornings are a nightmare or not.” She draped her legs over the bed and Steve grabbed her arm, but all she could do was smile as he still didn’t have that same strength. “I wonder if you go to sleep tonight will you dream the same thing again or will you see my face next time?” Lily shrugged her shoulders as she left him sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. She would break him every day if she had to. Eventually, even the most hard-headed man would break to her will.

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“And I... Am...” [2]

A Natasha Romanoff x Gn!Avenger!Reader story

warnings: fighting, little bit of violence, angst, death (let me know if i should add any!)

A/N: Ahhh, here’s the final part of this very brief series. i hope you all enjoy and if anyone would like me to write something else my asks are open. thank you for reading! <3

tagging: @username23345

summary: 5 years ago, the avengers lost. half the world may have been taken away, but Y/N’s entire world faded to nothing in their arms. they would do anything to bring everyone back, most especially the love of their life. whatever it takes.

Part 1

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5 years. 5 years without seeing her bright, pearly white smile. 5 years without her sarcastic comments and snarky remarks. 5 years without her messy red hair sprawled across her pillow as she sleeps peacefully beside you. 5 years without her warm hugs as her lavender scented perfume invades your senses. 5 years without long nights of cuddling in each other’s arms as you watched the cheesy romcoms of your choice. 5 years without waking up to her playfully kissing your face. 5 years without her standing by your side during missions. 5 years without your little dinner dates that you both decided to go on whenever you both had the time. 5 years without her teasing kisses against your neck that made you laugh as hard as ever before. 5 long, long years without Natasha Romanoff.

Everyday without her was agonizingly slow. Every part of your shared apartment a constant reminder of your failure. Your failure to protect the world, the failure of protecting your world. Natasha always ensured your safety and protection when you needed her most, and the time she needed you; you astronomically failed her. Your heart ached every night as you fell asleep, even more so in the mornings. The mornings were the worst as you would reach over to her side of the bed, expecting to feel her peaceful form breathing steadily next to you, but you are only met with the cold white sheets of your once shared bed. The cold sheets a heartbreaking contrast to her warm body.

You didn’t get a single night of uninterrupted rest, as the memory of Natasha fading to nothing in your arms would replay over and over like a song stuck in your head. You cried the first time you returned home on that fateful day. The walls of your apartment holding the memories of happier times, when she was still alive. Her coffee cup that she never washed and left on the counter every morning still sitting where she left it that very day. You didn’t have the heart to move it. You didn’t dare to move any of her things, leaving them where she had placed them. You wore all of her hoodies though, as they still held her scent. However, you went through all of her hoodies quickly, her scent fading away just like she had. You considered not staying in the apartment, the memory of her making it hard to breathe within the confines of your shared space. But, you didn’t have the heart to leave it either. Leaving your home felt like leaving her, although your true home was her.

You tried to hold out hope though. Every single day you would go to the Avengers Compound and oversee any occurrences. You would communicate with any avengers that were not in New York or simply not on earth such as Captain Marvel, Rocket, Rhodes, and Okoye. You got consumed by your need to compensate for the failure that changed your life and absolutely wrecked your self-esteem. Although you were stuck in the past, some of the other avengers tried to move past it. Tony and Pepper brought a beautiful daughter named Morgan into the world, you were so happy for them, albeit a bit envious. Steve joined a support group, Clint was.... somewhere doing lord knows what. But you remained in the compound, constantly ignoring your own well-being, unable to stomach the failure and desperately trying to find something to hold out hope. However, your stubbornness was not for naught, as one day, while Steve visited you at the Compound, Scott Lang appeared at the front of the Compound. As he explained about Quantum Physics and the possibility of time travel, hope made its way back to you full force. You could all quite possibly make things right again. This spark of hope didn’t ignite within you only, but it also coursed through the remaining avengers when they were informed of the insane, but good idea of time travel.

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Time travel. That’s our only hope of restoring what used to be. It sounds absolutely insane, but it’s the only option we have. Just the fact that there even is an option, is a miracle. Tony took a little bit of time to be on board with the idea, but he came around and now all the avengers stand together on the platform. Clint and Rhodey were set to go to Vormir. You, Tony, Banner, and Steve were to go to New York. Nebula went to Morag, Thor and Rocket went to Asgard while Scott stayed behind. What felt like hours for the team, was only a minute in real time. As you all made it back to the present, you looked around at the entire team. “Did we get them all?” You turn to your right and look at Banner. “You mean to tell me this actually worked?” You asked with a wide smile. Suddenly, a thud is heard to your left.

The entire team looks at Rhodes, he is soaked and it is then you notice Clint’s absence. “Rhodey? Where’s Clint?” You ask nervously. Rhodes just looks up at the team with sorrow evident in his eyes. The whole room knew what that meant as it fell silent, you dropped to your knees. You were as close to Clint as Nat was, given he was your girlfriend’s best friend. Your soul was absolutely crushed by the news, and the fact that someone would have to tell his family about his sacrifice to bring everyone back was heart crushing. However, Clint’s death only fueled the motivation to get this over with once and for all. No one had time to truly mourn as now that the team retrieved the stones, the stones just needed to be placed into the gauntlet.

However, this was not the hardest part, no. The hardest part was figuring out who should actually snap their fingers. Thor, Tony, and yourself offered to do the snap, but Banner immediately intervened. “It’s gotta be me. You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive.” He said solemnly. “How do we know you will?” You asked him seriously. “We don’t, but the radiation is mostly gamma. It’s like, I was made for this.” He finished off, and everyone in the room begrudgingly agreed. Unfortunately, before Banner could even put his hands on the gauntlet, the compound was attacked by a huge explosion, sending everyone flying in different directions, some knocked out by the impact and buried beneath rubble.

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You wake up with a groan, you entire body is aching. You slowly open your eyes and take in your surrounds. You are buried beneath the concrete of the compound. The once magnificent architectural building, now a destroyed foundation. You look to your right and notice that water is flooding into the area where you, Rhodes, and Rocket are trapped. You noticed that Rocket and Rhodes are both trapped under a piece of cement and you use your powers to lift it off of them before dropping it back onto the ground with a grunt.

You speak into comms, “Is anyone there? We’re trapped and are unable to get out of here. I can hold off the water, but I can’t get us back to the surface.” Your powers are strong, but it will take a great deal of energy to get yourself, Rhodes, and Rocket out of here. You have no clue how deep you guys are below the surface. But you could at least hold off the water until someone is able to save you all. Scott replies and says “I’m on my way, I’ll get you guys.” And you mumble a “thanks” before asking another question, “How on earth did this happen?” you ask this as you use your powers to form some sort of blockade to keep the water from drowning you all. Scott suddenly appears, going back to his regular size and says “Nebula was compromised. You guys better hang onto something,” as he turns into a giant and breaks you all out of the concrete cage you were held in.

As you all return to the surface, Scott places the three of you on the ground. You take notice of the state of Steve, Tony, and Thor. They are badly beaten as Thanos cowers over them. Your eyes widen as you notice the ships approaching behind Thanos, along with his army of thousands. You, Rocket, Rhodey, (and Gamora??) together, ready to attack. You have no time to question Gamora’s sudden seeming resurrection as you notice Banner is the only one missing from the bunch, nowhere to be seen. You turn to everyone as you point at the gauntlet in Gamora’s arms and speak “Protect that gauntlet at all costs, don’t let him get to it. As soon as Banner is spotted, give it to him so he can do the snap and end this, once and for all. Understand?” Everyone nods in acknowledgement at your words.

A sense of deja vu hits you as you turn to face the impending battle. Once again you all are drastically outnumbered, you all must stand and fight against Thanos once more. The only differences being that you all are 5 years older, half of the universe’s population is gone, and Natasha is not by your side. The entire team is angered that this happened in the first place and the desire and will to defeat the mad titan is as strong as its ever been. You all failed to protect the world and your loved ones once, you all refused to lose this battle again. You all have something to fight for. You all attack and after what felt like hours of fighting Thanos’ army, you notice Scott running with the gauntlet, and your eyes widen as Thanos makes his way towards Scott. You quickly throw the enemies you were dealing with, with the flick of your hand and rush for the titan head-on.

Using your vibrant blue powers, you strike Thanos with a powerful beam of energy. Thanos tries to block himself but is a little too late as he’s sent flying back. “You took everything from me.” You say angrily and with a vengeful conviction as your eyes turn blue and your blue powers waver across your hands, levitating you a few feet off the ground. The titan stares at you as he stands and says “I don’t even know who you are.” You look at him and tilt your head, and reply with a dangerous calmness, “You will.” You then end up encasing Thanos, holding him up high in the air, your powers acting as blue hands. You squeeze him with all the strength you can conjure up and start to rip off his armor without laying a finger on him. “Rain fire!” The titan exclaimed to his servant. “But sire, our troops.” “Just do it!” Thanos screams. Unfortunately, you were so caught up in your rage that you failed to notice what Thanos was saying. You were soon knocked out with a powerful blast from a ship above you. Your grip on Thanos no more as you flew across the field and were knocked unconscious.

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You wake up and groggily try to take in your surroundings. Your entire team beat to the ground. Banner, Scott, and Clint are unconscious, and the rest of the team are too weakened to move. Captain Marvel was also here, when she got here? You have no idea, but that doesn’t matter as she was knocked out as well. However, at least the giant ships and Thanos’ army had been taken out. You guys did impressively well considering how outnumbered you all were. You look away from your battered teammates beside you and you feel panic wash over you. Above you, the massive titan stands, placing the gauntlet on his hand. No. He CANNOT get that gauntlet, you think in a panic. However, your body is too weak to get up, you still try to stand with every ounce of strength that’s left in your body, but to no avail. All of a sudden, you feel a tingling sensation from your hands that you have never felt before.

You look at your hands and notice little sparks of electricity forming. This has never ever happened before, your powers are a dark blue and are more like laser beams than sparks. What is happening? As you stared at your hands, you failed to notice Mjölnir rising beside Thor. Mjölnir abruptly launches itself into your hand, and you suddenly feel a surge of electricity flow through your veins, giving you a spark of energy. The people who are still conscious are shell-shocked as they had all tried and failed to wield the mighty hammer. You yourself had even failed to lift Mjölnir all those years ago before the Ultron situation, but now here you were, worthy and determined to win this battle. As you attempt to stand once more, Thor joyfully exclaims “I knew it!” At Thor’s words, Thanos stomps on Thor, successfully knocking the Asgardian God out cold.

You rise to your feet, the only thing on your mind being that you need to bring Natasha back. You charge at Thanos, rising off the ground as your dark blue powers mixed with the lightning of mjölnir radiate off of you. You struck the titan with a powerful, concentrated hit with Mjölnir before using up the most power you ever have. You manage to do damage to Thanos, but with the gauntlet on he manages to use the stones to fight against your own powers. As he hits you, he fails to notice you exchange the gauntlet with the stones, with another gauntlet that he failed to notice lying on the ground. As your body is flung like a ragdoll across the floor, you look up as Thanos says “I... am inevitable.” And he snaps his fingers, but nothing happens. He, along with everyone else looks confused as he does this. All of them were puzzled, except for you.

You get on your knees and place the real gauntlet on. The energy so powerful as it courses through your veins, it’s an intense burn as if your blood was made of fire, pumping through every part of your body. You look around at the team, the people you have grown to love and call a family. You know that this will be the end of you, but you are content with that. What better way to go than saving the world and bringing the love of your life back? The team seems aware of your fate as well, the sadness evident on the faces of the broken down avengers. It hurt them, but they knew it had to be done. They couldn’t stop you, even if they tried. You already had the gauntlet on and you had made up your mind. After one last glance at your family, you focus back on Thanos, who stares at you in shock. A human wielding the stones, that was a sight for sore eyes. The snap almost killed Thanos the first time, imagine now? You have powers of your own, yes, but you’re still a human. You take a deep breath, your mind is racing as it is taken over by thoughts of Natasha. How you’ll never get to see her red hair and green eyes sparkle again, how you’ll never hear her raspy laugh that warms you up inside, and how you’ll never have the future you both had always wanted together. But you remind yourself that this is all for her, and that was the final push you needed to follow through with this plan.

You stare Thanos dead in the eye again as you shakily say “I... Am...” you envision Natasha and her big bright smile as you finally say “an Avenger.” And with the snap of your fingers, a bright light consumes your body and radiates across the field. All you hear is the ringing in your ears and all you can focus on is the burning of your charred body. The conscious team members gather around you, they are all speaking to you but you can’t fully hear what they’re saying. They sound far away even though they’re right in front of you. You watch as Thanos and his little servants disappear into dust, just like half of the population did 5 years ago. You release a heavy sigh of relief at the sight.

You look back to Steve who’s directly in front of you. He reaches into his pocket and dials a number, and when he turns the phone towards you, you notice the contact name; Natasha. Steve’s eyes widen as the redhead actually answers her phone, it worked. He however, tried to swallow his shock as he let’s her know that you’ll be put on the line. He doesn’t have the heart to inform her of your condition. You use every muscle in your body just to reach out for the phone and grasp it in your hand. “Hello? Y/N, baby?? Where are you?? What happened??” You smile widely at the sound of her deep, raspy voice as your eyes slowly start to close. The team panics as they try to convince you to keep your eyes open just a little longer, Natasha’s voice sounding more concerned and alarmed at the coaxing of the team. We did it, we really did it... she’s okay... it’s okay... is your final thought as your eyes close even further. The darkness is so tempting and you find yourself falling deeper and deeper into it, until you’re consumed by it. Never to see the light again.

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2 weeks later

At your funeral, Nat was suspiciously devoid of emotion as the ceremony commenced. It was so weird for the team to see and they were genuinely worried. Natasha was always sure to not make her emotions known, it’s how she was trained as an assassin, but to show no emotion after losing the love of her life? Definite cause for concern. After the beautiful ceremony and burial, the team all returned to Tony’s cabin, he let the team know that there was something he needed to share with them. Tony stands before the team in his living room and places his iron man helmet on the mantle. He clears his throat before he begins, “Before the time heist, Y/N approached me and asked me a favor. They borrowed my iron man helmet and asked me to play this recording if things went south. So, this is me fulfilling their final wish.”

You appear as a hologram, sitting on a chair in your time heist suit. “So, if you’re watching this.. that means that I’m... yanno” and you make a throat slicing motion with a little laugh. You then realize that the people watching this will most likely not find humor in your little joke and immediately stop laughing. “I hope that in watching this, that means that we succeeded in bringing everyone back. It’s all we have been hoping and praying for, for the past 5 years. And I pray to God... or to Thor... that it worked out.” You actually laugh at your terrible attempt at a joke. Everyone in the room laughs at your corniness with tears in their eyes.

“If we did win, that must mean that you’re here Natasha.” You pause and take a deep breath. At the mention of the redhead, the room falls silent as Nat watches intensely, desperate to hear what you have to say to her. You proceed, your voice wavering as you were overcome with emotion, “I’m so sorry that I had to leave you so soon. I’m so sorry that we’ll never have the chance to get married and have little rascals of our own running around a little farmhouse of our own in the middle of nowhere like we always dreamt of. But, the day you left me, those 5 long years ago, a part of me left with you. And I would do anything to get you back, and I’m sure I’ve proven that to be true if you’re seeing this.” You take another break as your voice starts cracking, as Natasha finally let a tear escape.

You suddenly stand up, and move over to the camera, staring directly into it with an intense gaze. “But Nat, baby, you have to listen to me when i say that this is not the end of the world. It may feel like it, but I promise you it’s not. Those 5 years without you, I felt as though I was drowning in grief and despair, but then hope made its way into my life when Scott suddenly appeared on the steps of the compound. And I promise you that you will have hope again, not for my return, but for happiness in your life again, without me.” At your words, Natasha shakes her head furiously as silent tears steadily fall across her pale cheeks.

You giggle “I know you won’t believe me right now, but you will one day my love. You were wrong that day in Wakanda. You WILL survive this. You must move on eventually, as impossible as it sounds and as much as it kills me to say. Please do not give up on the world, don’t push everyone away, but let them in. I gave my life up so you could live yours, and I know you wouldn’t let my life go to waste.” You stop and look down at your watch. “I have to go now, if this time heist thing goes to plan, then everyone who vanished will return. God, I hope so.... I love you Natalia Alianovna Romanova.” You look down at your hands, and back up at the camera and say your final words.

“Remember...” you begin while moving closer to the helmet, “You could never lose me moya lyubov... I’m yours forever.” You smile tearily and the recording ends. Those last words were what finally did it for Natasha. All the emotion she was keeping bottled up broke loose and she had no control of the wheel of her emotions as she slammed head first into a breakdown. Natasha cried in sorrow as she mourned the possibilities that are no longer possible and screamed out in anguish for the unfulfilled promises of a happy, long life with you by her side.

The world had won, but Natasha had lost her world.

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aburningpotathoe · 2 years

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EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT THE MCU PHASE 5 (SDCC)

Soo theres a lot to discuss, lets get going shall we

Idk if the Guardians christmas special is still happening/is canon/is a part of phase 5, finishing phase 4 on black panther makes a lot of sense but at the same time, starting the next phase with a special doesn't

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

This movie will see the main group of heroes travel into the quantum realm and battle Kang

We dont know if Ghost (Hannah John-Kamen) and Jimmy Woo (Randall Park) are returning (please give us some news about ghost homegirl has been waiting for them to return from the quantum realm for 5 years)

Kang (Jonathan Majors) is set to appear and to have some very cold lines about fighting the avengers in other universes

"Have i killed you before?" that's an amazing line right there yup

Modok will appear, however his appearance will be more metallic rather than the human face he has in the comic probably to avoid an uncanny valley moment (*cough * strange's 3rd eye)

Cassie Lang (Cathryn Newton) will appear as stinger. Her relationship with Scott Lang (Paul Rudd) will be explored as they struggle to connect given that Scott didn't see her grow up. (Paul Rudd seems to have debunked the rumor that Scott will be rich and famous and that will make him loose touch with his daughter, however, the rumor that he published a book has been confirmed)

There are rumors that Scott will die in this movie (pls stop)

The director also teased some unexpected cameos, and said the movie will change the MCU as a whole

Secret Invasion

Maria Hill (Cobie Smulders) is confirmed to return (slay) as well as Rhodey (big slay)

QUAKE (CHLOE FRICKING BENNET) is rumored to return (chloe liked some twitter posts about her being in secret invasion and she is rumored to have signed a contract with marvel)

The series is rumored to be a political espionnage thriller with the same vibes as The Winter Soldier

We dont know how much of the Kree-Skrull war we will get to see as the series will likely be mostly set on earth

Guardians of The Galaxy Vol.3

This film is 'the end of the guardians era' for James Gunn, its likely the last Guardians movie HOWEVER that doesnt mean they will all die and cant appear in future projects

Drax (Dave Bautista) is rumored to die however (hot take: i don't really care about him and i never found him that funny)

The movie will have the High Evolutionary (Chukwudi Iwuji) as one of its villains, and we will probably see how he experimented on Rocket Racoon (Bradley Cooper)

Baby Rocket is also there!!!!!

Adam Warlock (Will Poulter) will return and is rumored to have Goldenish skin

No trailer yet because the VFX isnt finished (that feels like a jab at the cgi quality hate the mcu is getting)

Gamora (Zoe Saldana) is rumored to join the ravagers and be as angsty as ever with Star-Lord (Chris Pratt)

Echo

This will be the first MCU-street level series (if you dont count Hawkeye because meh). It will likely be a setup of the mcu street level world so that they dont have to explain it in the Daredevil Series, i just hope the pacing will be ok and not just 6 hours of exposition about this reality

Echo (Alaqua Cox) will obviously return, but so will Daredevil, in his black suit (!!). It is very likely that Kingpin (Vincent D'Onofrio) will also return, given that he was shot by echo in the Hawkeye finale.

Daredevil is rumored to be looking for an old ally, that is rumored to be my baby Jessica Jones (Krysten Ritter, marvel if you recast her i sWEAR-)

Loki season 2

Loki (Tom Hiddleston) and Sylvie (Sophia di Martino) will return and will be working at McDondald's (???) according to set photos (???)

Part of the show will be set in the seventies as a Bollywood poster featuring Kingo (Kumail Nanjiani) from that town is shown in set photos

Kang will probably appear given that he seems to have took over the TVA at the end of season 1

Mobius (Owen Wilson) will most likely be back

The Marvels

We will see light of my life Kamala Khan (Iman Vellani) again

Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson) will most likely appear, following his appearance in secret invasion

Part of the movie is rumored to be a musical (why) as the characters end up in a planet where everyone sings. Carol (Brie Larson) is rumored to be married to this planets' leader (queen?) in a very killing eve-esque way

A scene is rumored to be a ship containing Humans, Skrulls and Flurkens (space cats!!!) being attacked (likely by Krees) and the cats gettinf people to safety

We will likely see the Kree empire again

Blade

Oooh another fun project i dont really know what to expect but it will likely be a street-level movie.

Mahershala Ali is rumored to play Blade (big yes), this is his second Marvel role after playing Cottonmouth in Netflix's Luke Cage

Anthony Starr (Homelander from the Boys) is rumored to star as Dracula

Dane Whittman (Kit Harrington) will likely star as the Black Knight after the Eternals post-credit scene featured him with the black sword adn Blade's voice

We might get a Werewolf by night (Gael Garcia Bernal) cameo (if the Halloween special is still a thing) or even a Moon Knight (Oscar Isaac) one (please marvel let me see my emotional support Dilf again)

Ironheart

Nothing much is known about the project, other than it will be centered around Riri Williams (Dominique Thorne), that will appear beforehand in Wakanda Forever

There is a rumor that Obadiah Stane's son will appear

The show might revolve around the stole stark tech mentioned in No Way Home

Agatha: Coven of Chaos

The series was renamed (previously titled house of Harkness), we will likely see other witches given the title

They might be teasing Wanda's return (please!!!!!!) as she is the only Chaos Magic wielder in the mcu

The curse Wanda (Elizabeth Olsen) put on Agatha (Kathryn Hanh) will most likely be broken after Wanda's DeAtH in MoM

Maybe we get some more information on Ralf Bohner (Evan Peters) or smt because his character in WandaVision was pointless

MePhIsTo.. no but maybe Chton??? since they changed the title to include the world Chaos

Daredevil: Born Again

The series will be 18 episodes long and most likely TV-MA (pls marvel)

Matt Murdock and Wilson Fisk will return, and so will Karen Page (Deborah Ann Woll) and Foggy Nelson (Elden Henson) most likely

The Punisher is set to return

If the Echo rumors about Jessica Jones are true, she might appear here too

If were lucky we get all of the defenders or even Claire (Rosario Dawson)

It is unclear wether this series will be the fourth season of the original, however it will probably be a soft reboot (the og series still happened so they dont have to explain character motivations and stuff but it wont be referenced

Captain America: New World Order

SAM WILSON (ANTHONY MACKIE) IS CAP, STEVE IS EITHER DECOMPOSING OR ON DEATHBED STOP SAYING HE WILL RETURN AS CAP IT FEELS RACIALLY MOTIVATED

oh and also no bucky (Sebastian Stan) will not be the next cap

he will be in this film tho, most likely and people are speculating wether he will die (i would die with him)

the title is the same as the first episode of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Isaiah Bradley (Carl Lumbly) and his nephew (Elijah Richardson) might return (pls), as well as John Walker (Wyatt Russell) and Zemo (Daniel Bruhl)

Idk why but i feel like this movie will setup the Thunderbolts, like maybe the government realize that a superhearo is more of a PR stunt that someone they cand send on possibly comprosmizing missions, which leads to the cration of this villain team

THUNDERBOLTS

Most likely we will get a tribute to William Hurt (Thaddeus Ross) given he passed away recently

Given that fact, Zemo will most likely be the leader of the team

This basically Marvel's suicide squad so i hope they manage to make the movie different enough

Valentina Allegra (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) will most likely be the one to put the team together and recruit agents.

Yelena (Florence Pugh), Bucky, Abomination (Tim Roth) and Ghost are all likely on the team

Especially ghost because i feel like they put her in Marvel Zombies out of nowhere to remind us of her existence since she wont have a major role in Quantumania

Some characters that are yet to be introduced will be in this movie

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Marvel Studios Reveals Phase 5 and Beyond - The Multiverse Saga

Marvel Studios’ President Kevin Feige took to San Diego Comic-Con to reveal Phase 5 of the Marvel Cinematic Universe - The Multiverse Saga. We also get a peek as the beginning of Phase 6.

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law premiers on Disney+ on August 17, 2022. The series stars Tatiana Maslany as Jennifer Walters / She-Hulk, an attorney who specializes in superhuman-oriented cases.

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever releases to theaters on November 11, 2022. The remaining royalty, warriors, and residents of Wakanda will have to fight to protect their nation from intervening powers after the death of King T’Challa. The film is directed by Ryan Coogler. The film stars Angela Bassett (Queen Ramonda), Letitia Wright (Shuri), Danai Gurira (Okoye), Winston Duke (M’Baku), Lupida Nyong’o (War Dog Nakia), Martin Freeman (Everett Ross), Tenoch Huerta (Namor), Florence Kasumba, Dominique Thorne, Michaela Coel, Mabel Cadena, and Alex Livanalli. The film marks the end of Phase 4.

Phase 5 seems to pick up, then, with Secret Invasion premieres on Disney+ in Spring 2023. The series stars Samuel L. Jackson (Nick Fury), Ben Mendelsohn (Talos), Cobie Smulders (Maria Hill), Kingsley Ben-Adir, Emilia Clarke, and Olivia Colman. Seems a faction of shapeshifting Skrulls have been infiltrating Earth for years.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania releases to theaters on February 17, 2023. Scott Lang and his family begin further exploring the Quantum Realm...and come face to face with Kang the Conquerer. The film stars Paul Rudd (Scott Lang / Ant-Man), Evangeline Lilly (Hope Van Dyne / The Wasp), MIchael Douglas (Hank Pym), Michelle Pfeiffer (Janet Van Dyne), and Kathryn Newton (Cassie Lang).

Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3 releases to theaters on May 5, 2023. The film stars Chris Pratt (Peter Quill / Star-Lord), Karen Gillan (Nebula), Pom Klementieff (Mantis), Dave Bautista (Drax), Zoe Saldana (Gamora), Vin Diesel (voice of Groot), Bradley Cooper (voice of Rocket), Sean Gunn (Kraglin / on-set Rocket), Will Poulter (Adam Warlock), Maria Bakalova (Cosmo), and Chukwudi Iwuji (High Evolutionary). James Gunn directs. This film marks the end of this arc for the Guardians.

Echo premieres on Disney+ in Summer 2023. Maya Lopez’s behavior catches up with her following the events of Hawkeye. Alaqua Cox stars as Maya Lopez.

Loki season 2 premieres on Disney+ in Summer 2023. Loki stars Tom Hiddleston (Loki) and Owen Wilson (Mobius).

Blade releases to theaters on November 3, 2023. The film stars Mahershala Ali.

Iron Heart premieres on Disney+ in Fall 2023. The series will follow Riri Williams, who fans can meet first in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever. Dominique Thorne stars as Riri Williams, a genius inventor who creates “the most advanced suit of armor since Iron Man.” (Marvel)

Agatha: Coven of Chaos premieres on Disney+ in Winter 2023. Kathryn Hahn stars as Agatha Harkness.

Daredevil: Born Again premieres on Disney+ in Spring 2024. Charlie Cox (Matt Murdock / Daredevil) and Vincent D’Onofrio (Wilson Fisk) are returning to reprise their roles from the Netflix series.

Captain America: New World Order releases to theaters on May 3, 2024. Anthony Mackie returns as Sam Wilson, aka Falcon, aka Captain America?

Thunderbolts releases to theaters on July 26, 2024. The film will feature a new group of heroes.

Fantastic Four releases to theaters on November 8, 2024.

Avengers: The Kang Dynasty releases to theaters on May 6, 2025. The film users in Phase 6 of the MCU.

Avengers: Secret Wars releases to theaters on November 7, 2025.

A lot of movies and shows releasing in the coming years. What are you most excited about?

(Images via Marvel Comics)

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Love and Medicine ~ 14

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 5,000ish

Summary: Just another day at the medical center, right? (Based off Grey’s Anatomy)

Heading back into the hospital, you went straight for Natasha’s room. The other interns were already in there, surrounding her bed.

“Hey,” you smiled, walking over to her. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” she responded. “I’m okay.”

You grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. She needed to know that you were there for her, but you weren’t going to push her into talking about something she wasn’t ready to talk about.

~~~

You slammed down a shot, needing to feel the alcohol rush down your throat.

“How was Nat when you left, Scott?” Val asked, bringing more drinks over.

“She said she was okay, again,” he responded with a slight shrug.

“Nobody goes what she went through and is totally over it by now.”

“Natasha can.”

“She’s fine,” you added, taking another shot.

“Too fine,” Val said. “She’s cold.”

“No, she’s hardcore,” Clint said. “She’s got ice in her veins. She does what she has to do to get through it.”

“She lost a baby. She lost a fallopian tube and she’s acting like she doesn’t even care. She’s acting like she has no emotions or warmth, like she’s missing a soul.”

“She’s gonna make a great surgeon.”

“Clint!”

“It’s true. You show no weakness, you make it to the top.”

“Some people just keep their feelings to themselves,” you commented.

Your eyes were on the door, where Steve had just walked in. If he noticed you, he didn’t make it noticeable. You watched as he walked over to the bar and sat beside Gamora. Steve ordered a drink from Happy before talking to Gamora. Too bad you were too far away to hear them.

“Y/N kissed me,” Steve told Gamora. “Peggy kissed me… My wife and my girlfriend kissed me on the same day.”

“Happy, do I look friend to you?” Gamora asked.

“Oh, you’re a tiny little kitten of joy and love,” Happy responded, only for Gamora to make a face. “What? He saved my life.”

“His first mistake.” She took a sip of her drink. “Captain McDreamy, go sit by someone who cares.”

“Oh gee,” Steve mocks hurt, but doesn’t make a move to go. “Everything’s gonna be fine. Peggy will leave. Y/N and I will start over. Everything’s gonna be fine. Right?”

“You are so damn stupid.”

~~~

“With Natasha out, I need everyone focused today,” Gamora told her group of interns as you all headed off to rounds. “I have a feeling it’s gonna be be one of those days and since we’re short an intern, you do not want to get on my bad side.”

“When are we not on her bad side?” You whispered to Clint.

“Speak for yourself,” he replied with a scoff. “Scott and I are her favorites.”

The group walked into their first patients room. The woman was sitting on the bed, enthralling a group of hospital workers with a tell.

“So we're in the middle of the Belizean jungle and this jaguarondi jumps out and bites one of the guides,” the woman says. “They all look at me. They're yelling, "You're a doctor, help him!" This is one time a PhD does no good.” The people laugh.

“Sorry,” Gamora interrupted, “did I miss the memo about social hour?” Everyone quickly began leaving besides your group.

“Tales of missionary life,” the woman explained.

“You’re a missionary?” Val asked.

“No, my parents. We traveled a lot. Well, they still do.”

“Lang, tell me about our patient,” Gamora ordered.

“Okay, um, this is Dr. Banner’s patient, Talya,” Scott explained. “She, uh, presents with multiple syncopal episodes and ventricular arrhythmias.”

“So you’ve been passing out?” Gamora asked.

“Yeah,” Talya confirmed, “and having palpitations.”

“Talya has past medical history of rheumatic heart disease with mitral valve stenosis,” Scott added.

“They had to ship me from Zambia to the States for 3 months of treatment when I was 8,” Tayla said. “Rheumatic fever almost killed me.”

“Someone please tell me what the primary causes of ventricular arrhythmias are,” Gamora said.

Before anyone in the room could responded, Natasha appeared in the doorway. She leaned up against it in her hospital gown with her IV stand.

“Valvular disease, mitral valve prolapse, stimulants, drugs, and metabolic abnormalities,” Natasha answered.

“Out!” Gamora ordered.

“I’m fine.”

“Out! And you better be in your bed by the time we round on you!”

“And when will that be?”

“In 15 seconds. 14. 13. 13. 11.”

Natasha turned around to head to her room, revealing her underwear through her nightgown. The group of interned laughed.

“Nice panties, Romanoff!” Peter laughed.

Natasha flips him the bird as she keeps waking. “In your dreams, Quill.”

They followed Natasha into the room, where she huffed as she got back into bed.

“L/N,” Gamora called.

“Right,” you responded. “Natasha Romanoff. Post-op day 3 from a unilateral salpingectomy.”

“And ready to get back to work,” Natasha said. “I'm taking solids and my pain is controlled with oral meds. I'm ready.”

“Well, it says here on your chart on you had a fever?”

“Y/N,” Nat growled.

“Natasha, did you have a fever?” Gamora questioned.

“Temp spiked to 101 last night. Big deal.”

“She worked 2 shifts last month with a 102 degree flu,” Clint added.

“Yes! Exactly, Clint. Thank you.”

“And we appreciate your dedication but you're staying in bed until it normalizes,” Gamora said. “You need to relax, shut up, and get better. You're a patient this week so you can be a doctor next week. Understand?”

“I understand,” Natasha grumbled.

~~~

Rounds had finished as you were heading to your assignment when you ran into Steve near the elevators.

“Skipping rounds?” He wondered.

“No,” you replied. “They just finished.” You kept walking, when Steve took your arm to stop you.

“Y/N…”

“You’ve got a wife.”

“Yes.”

“You’re life is complicated.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t need more complicated. I have that all on my own.”

“Yes.”

“Stop saying yes.”

Steve smiled. “I’m trying not to make any sudden movements.”

“You think this is funny?”

“Peggy’s leaving. She doesn’t have any more patients. There’s no reason for her to be here.”

“No reason? Really?”

“No really whatsoever.”

Steve stepped closer, bringing his hand up to brush your cheek. You stood there, trying to not let it get to your head or, well, anywhere else. Suddenly, Peggy appeared.

“Well now, isn’t this cozy?” She said. “Can I join in or are you not into threesomes?”

“I have to go,” you said, rushing away. You didn’t go too far, interested to watch everything unfold.

“Y/N…” Steve called with a sign. He turned to Peggy. “You really are Satan. You realize that right? If Satan were to take physical form, he'd be you. Everywhere, all the time.”

“I am so not Satan,” Peggy responded.

“How come you haven't got on your broomstick and gone back to where you belong?”

“Stop being petty.”

“Stop being an adulterous bitch.”

“You know, you are going forgive me eventually, right? I mean you can't just ... I mean there was a time when you thought of me as your best friend.”

“There was a time where I thought you were the love of my life. Things change.”

Peggy sighed and pulled some papers out of her bag, handing them to Steve. Steve quickly flipped through them.

“Divorce papers,” he said.

“Your lawyer said they're ok. I haven't signed them yet. The ball's in your court. If you sign, I'll sign. I'll sign and be on the first plane out of here.”

“I'll sign them immediately. I want you out of here as soon as possible.”

“Steve, have you ever thought that, even if I am Satan and an adulterous bitch, that I still might be the love of your life?”

Not answering, Steve walks away, completely not noticing you listening in from behind a pillar.

“What are we looking at?” Tony asked, appearing out of nowhere.

“Ah!” You exclaimed, jumping slightly. “Don’t do that!” You playfully hit him. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “I just saw you over here and I was interested in seeing what you were observing.”

“I think… I think Peggy just handed Steve divorce papers.”

“Really? That actually surprises me. I thought she would put in a little more of a fight.”

“Yeah…”

“I guess that’s good news for you, right?”

“I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I want him to choose me because of me, not because of a divorce.”

“In my ever humble opinion, I think it will always be you. Trust me. That man is whipped.”

~~~

Natasha snuck out of her room and stole her chart. She sat in her bed as she made changes to it. Walking by, Banner looked in and noticed that no one else was in there. He quickly took the chart of Nat.

“Hey! That’s my chart,” Natasha complained.

“You're the patient. Not the doctor. Act like one,” Bruce reprimands as he studies her chart. “It's been tough finding you alone.”

“Yeah? Well…”

“How are you doing?”

“Well, you have my chart, you tell me.”

He sighed. “Natasha, how are you doing?”

“I’m fine. Perfectly okay.”

“I had a right to know.”

“Well, now you do.”

“Natasha—“

“Look. Now you know. It’s over. There’ soothing for you to deal with. So I don’t know what else there really is left to say.”

“Plenty. For starters you could've come to me—“

“And what? We could have raised it together? Or you could have held my hand when I got the abortion? I did not need any of that. I’m an intern.”

“Nat—“

“Can you just go? I need to rest. Doctor’s orders.”

~~~

Gamora called you to help her with a patient. You two walked into the patient room together, revealing a younger man on the bed.

“I thought I told you I never want to see you again,” Gamora said to the patient.

“That's only cause you're too lazy to learn anything more,” the man responded.

“Dr. Y/N L/N, this is Nick Tate. He thinks he knows so much cause he was one of my first patient's as an intern.”

“I knew as much as she did. She was clueless about how to treat cystic fibrosis. A simple cholecystectomy turned into a month-long stay.”

“Better not be alleging malpractice. Guy raises about a 100 grand a year for cystic fibrosis, running triathlons. Thinks he's a big shot.”

“Wait, you run triathlons?” You questioned, confused how it could as a patient with cystic fibrosis.

“Yeah, why not?” He responded.

“It’s a pain for one,” Gamora replied, flipping through the chart. “Says here you're finally admitting to feeling a little unwell?”

“A little.”

“How little? Truth.”

“Oh, enough to keep me awake at night. Had some seizures. Um, too weak to work out.”

“Anyone been through here with your CT results?”

“No. It's probably just my pancreatitis kicking up again.”

“All right then. We'll be back. With your results and a plan.” Gamora walked to the door, with you following. She glanced back at Nick. “Huh, where do your parents think you are this time?”

He smiled. “Hmm, San Diego.”

Gamora shakes her head as you follow her the rest of the way out of the room.

“What about his parents?” You asked. “Shouldn’t he, or we, tell them?”

“No, he doesn't like to bother them until he's well or about to get discharged. He understands his reality. He just chooses to ignore it. Denial works for him, L/N.”

~~~

After Bruce had left, it only took Natasha two minutes to have found blue scrubs and change into them. She took out her IV and snuck out to the nurses station. She began looking through patient charts. The head nurse, Phil Coulson, found her like that.

“Where’s your IV?” He asked, looking at her with a disappointed father face.

“I've taken solids. I HEP-locked it,” Natasha replied.

“On whose orders?”

“Mine.”

“Okay.” Phil quickly found her chart and began reading it. “Romanoff. How about this order: best rest, out of bed to chair, bathroom privileges. Nothing about stealing charts at the nurses station.”

“Okay, you know what….” She quickly looked around to find a nearby empty wheelchair. She brought it over and sat down in it. “There, satisfied? I’m out of bed to chair.”

“I’m telling your intent on you.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“Oooh, I’m so scared.”

She wheeled off with a patient chart, heading to Tayla’s room. When she arrived, she witnessed Tayla, by herself, taking a pill.

“I saw that!” Natasha exclaimed from her wheelchair in the doorway. “I saw you take that pill.”

“Oh it's, it's my pill,” Tayla excused. “You know... the pill.”

Natasha quickly looked over the chart. “It’s not at all in your chart and you are supposed to tell us the meds you are on.”

“You’re not my doctor. You shouldn't even be here.”

“She’s right,” Val said, appearing from behind. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I saw her take unauthorized medication!” Natasha continued.

“Well, you’re unauthorized to be here.”

“I’m on the pill and I had grapefruit juice this morning,” Tayla explained. “Since the juice inhibits enzymes involved in the metabolism of OCPs, I thought I'd avoid the interaction by taking it two hours after my meal.”

“She's has a doctorate in neuropharmacology, Natasha.”

Natasha huffed, “Well, Val, I don’t see any place where oral contra—“

“Okay so now you will. Will you just go back to bed and stop bothering the other patients?”

Tayla’s heart monitor suddenly started racing, bringing the other women attentions to her. She fell to the floor, unconscious, and Val rushed to her.

“She’s in V-FIB!” Natasha said.

“Call the code,” Val ordered as she began compressions.

Natasha practically jumped out of her chair to call a code, which didn’t feel good. Val got Tayla back as the code team arrived.

“No code?” The nurse questioned.

“Not anymore,” Val answered. “Can you help get her back into bed.

“I’ll—I’ll help,” Natasha breathed got, struggling to get back to her wheelchair. “Just give me a minute.”

“Would you just go back to bed? Seriously, please just go.”

Natasha nodded as she finally made it to the wheelchair. “Just… if she’s on OCP’s, mark it down. Okay, Val?”

“Yeah.”

~~~

You had gotten Nick’s x-ray’s back and were currently putting them up to view them with Gamora by your side.

“Nick’s got a mass in his midepigastrium,” you explained. “Diffused enlargement of the pancreas. That, with his hypoglycemic seizures—“

“He's going to need an exploratory laparotomy. But, despite his triathlons, his lungs still make me hesitant to cut,” Gamora added.

“What are we going to do?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“Doctors,” Peggy greeted.

“Dr. Carter-Rogers.”

“How old is he?” Peggy asked, studying the x-rays.

“26.”

“Survivor, huh?”

“And them some. My patient for at least 5 years. I'm not gonna lose him now.”

“You planning a laparotomy?”

“Hmm. You know, I think I could help you with this. I've seen one case like this before in a 9 year old. We ended up having to do a total pancreotectomy.”

“I'd be honored to take any help you can give me.”

“You’re a neonatal specialist,” you said. “What, uh… this isn’t your area.” Gamora looked at you, annoyed, as she shock her head. “I’m just saying that—“

“I did 2 years genetic research in cystic fibrosis,” Peggy told you. “I've pretty much seen it all, Dr. L/N.”

“Oh.”

~~~

Walking down the hall, Steve found you. Always trying his best to make a conversation with you. This time it was easy.

“Are you sure your wife is leaving?” You questioned. “She offered to help on the case Gamora has me working on.”

“Just because she offered her services doesn't mean she intends to stay,” Steve responded.

“Well, what does it mean? Because it seems to me—“

“It means that she's a good doctor.”

“Huh… why are you suddenly defending her?”

“I’m not. Y/N, she gave me divorce papers. She filed.”

“Good for you.”

“All I have to do is sign, and I’m free… We’re free.”

“Is there anything to think about?”

“No,” he shook his head, “of course not. I have to read through them, sign, then Peggy’s on the next plane out of here.” He grabbed your hands. “This is going to work.”

~~~

After the conversation he had with you, Steve immediately went searching for Gamora.

“Of all the fine doctors in the city, you accept a consult from Peggy Carter,” Steve said, angrily.

“Carter-Rogers, isn’t it?” Gamora retorted.

“The point is she should be on her way home. Are you purposefully trying to drive me crazy?”

“You think this has something to do with you?” Gamora’s voice was loud and upset. “You think I’m even thinking about you and your romantic problems? I’m trying to help a patient very near and dear to my heart. And if consulting with your wife—your ex—your mistress, what ever it is that she becomes! If that’s the thing I have to do to save my patient, them I’m damn well gonna do it.”

“I understand… and I totally deserve the yelling. It’s just that—“

“Just, you look! You have put yourself between two very fine women and you looking for an easy way out and you wanna use me, and the hospital and... somebody to make the decision for you, and it's not gonna happen!”

“Could I just… could I just say a couple of things?”

“No.” Gamora stormed off.

~~~

You found Natasha sitting in her bed, in her room. Thankfully. Though she was looking through another patient’s chart. You pulled a chair up to her bedside and sat down in it with a sigh.

“What’s your problem?” Natasha asked.

“Peggy gave Steve divorce papers, which is good. I mean she’s still here, being Peggy, but it’s not like I’m jealous or anything.”

“That’s odd.”

“It’s odd I’m not jealous?”

“No, you have every right to be jealous. It's your territory and she's peeing all over it.” Natasha went back to focusing on the chart in her hands. “What’s odd is Banner’s patient.”

“Tayla?”

“Yeah. She’s been in 4 other hospitals this year. You know something’s not right.”

“You seem awfully interested in Banner’s patient.”

“This has nothing to do with Bruce.”

“Natasha, you lost a fallopian tube, a baby and a boyfriend all in one day. You have the right to be upset.”

“And you’re losing Captain McDreamy to his perfect wife. You have the right to be jealous.”

“I did not lose Captain McDreamy. Divorce papers, remember? And I’m not jealous.”

“And I’m not upset. I really need to get out of here.”

“You’re on bedrest, remember?”

“Okay, if the situation was reversed, would you wanna spend time with your mother in a confined room with one window?”

“No. I guess not. But still. You need to stay put.”

Before Natasha could respond, your pager beeped. You looked down at it and groaned.

“I got to go,” you muttered, leaving.

“Good luck!”

~~~

Peggy and Gamora met you in Nick’s room. There you began explaining the surgery to him.

“We won't know for sure until we go in there, but it looks like that I'm going to have to take out your pancreas and re-route your intestines,” Peggy said.

Nick looked at Gamora. “Did you tell her that my lungs don't do well with anesthesia?”

“Don’t I always have your back?” Gamora retorted.

“Your kidney function is decreasing rapidly and I'm afraid you're gonna go into multi-system organ failure if we don't operate,” Peggy continued.

“If I say no?” Nick wondered.

“There’s no guarantees, Nick. You know that,” Gamora answered. “It's gonna be a long, hard surgery and put a lot of stress on your body.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “but I’m me.”

She smiled back. “But you’re you.”

“So if we don’t operate, I die. And if… we do operate, I may die.”

“Basically, yes,” Peggy responded.

“Well, I like those odds. And 26 years with this disease is awesome. And that's the reality. So if I get lucky ... great. And if I don’t…” Nick grabbed Gamora’s hand, “it’s been sweet.”

“It’s gonna stay sweet,” she replied.

~~~

Natasha was laying on her bed with her harm over her eyes when Clint walked into the room. Tayla’s chart was laid out on top of her.

“Why do you have that?” He asked.

“I’m working,” Nat answered. “Trying to figure out what’s going on with the crazy woman on four.”

“You are the crazy woman on four. Though, I have to say, you have a better patina than me and you don’t even really have a patient.” Clint plopped down in the chair next to her bed. “Y/N’s got a CF case. Peter has a gunshot wound. Val’s got the mystery arrhythmias. I have babysitting a crazy old lady! I’d rather do scut with Scott than this! I’m a surgeon. A cutter. I don’t want to be a fake surgeon! I want to be a real one!”

“She’s faking it,” Nat repeated to herself. She quickly got off the bed. “The missionary. Talya… Thank you!”

She patted Clint’s head as she walked by. Natasha headed straight for the nurses station, where she saw Val looking around for something.

“Val!” Natasha called. “How how Talya’s studies been?”

“Hey!” Val responded, not pleasantly as she took the chart from Nat. “I’ve been looking everywhere for that!”

“Negative, right?”

“Oh! The echo tests showed mild mitral stenosis, the tilt test was negative. We're doing EP studies.”

“I can tell you what's wrong with her without sticking electrodes in her heart.”

“Really. Just by the chart?”

“No, from the pill she took.”

“They were contraceptives, Natasha! Why are you so obsessed with this? Just go back to bed!”

“I think she’s doing this to herself.”

“You think she's inducing ventricular arrhythmias? She'd have to be crazy to do—“

“No, no, no. She'd have to have Munchausen’s.”

“Okay wait. You think she's secretly ingesting something to produce real symptoms? Seriously?”

“Yes. Run it by Banner and tell me what he thinks.”

“Why don’t you tell him yourself. He is standing right behind you.” Val made eye contact with the man. “Dr. Banner.”

Then Val left. Leaving Natasha will Bruce. She sighed as Bruce guided her into the small office nearby before listening to her.

“I mean, she obviously loves the patient role. She practically lives in hospitals. And... and, and we're like an imaginary family to her because her really family blows her off to go take care of other people.... And, and I saw her take something.”

“It's not enough,” Bruce said, shaking his head. “We have to rule out everything else. Everything physical.”

“She even lied about her job. She's a pharmacy tech, not a PhD.”

“So she's a liar. I've been lied to before.”

“Hey, we're not talking about us here.”

“Maybe we should be.”

“I didn’t lie!”

“You withheld the truth from me. How was00”

“Okay, you know what? I distinctly remember you breaking things off with me. And you didn't seem so upset about it. And this?” She motioned between herself and Bruce. “This is, this is not a relationship. This is not real.”

“Natasha…”

“Okay, and, and so what's with the big display of fake hurt and drama?” She began walking out of the room.

“Natasha!”

“I’m supposed to be in bed.”

~~~

You absolutely did not want to be in surgery with Peggy. Yet there you were.

“I need more traction,” Peggy stated. “Dr. Y/N?” You quickly did as you were told.

“Here,” Gamora called, “give me some suction there.” So you did. “Now L/N, retract the duodenum. Good. How’s he doing Vis?”

Vis was keeping watch over Nick’s vitals and such. “Harder to ventilate and no urine output since we started,” Vis informed.

Peggy shook her head, “he’s shutting down.”

“Did you increase his peak pressures?” Gamora asked.

“Any higher, I blow his lungs,” Vis responded before the monitor beeped. “Bradycardia. Pushing 1 of atropine.”

“Try ventilating him manually,” Peggy ordered, “see if he starts coming back up.” Vis began pushing on a bag.

“Did we miss any bleeders?” Gamora wondered.

“The surgical field is clear.”

The monitor began beeping faster. “Agonal rhythm,” you said.

“Any pulse with that?” Gamora asked.

“No carotid,” Vis answered.

“Okay, starting CPR.” Gamora handed over her tools and begun CPR. “Push one of EPI.”

“No extraordinary measures, Gamora,” Peggy warned. “He’s DNR.”

“No this is just good medicine.” Sh continued CPR, almost frantically. “Come on! Come on! Don’t give up. Come on.”

“You’re getting tired,” you noted. “Let me take over, Dr. Gamora.” She nodded, letting you quickly switch her places.

“Gamora, his intestines are cyanotic,” Peggy stated. “There’s no blood circulating.”

“It’s been shunted to his brain where he needs it,” Gamora responded as she studied your CPR form. “You call those compressions.” She shoved you to the side and took over CPR. You and Peggy made eye contact, worried. “Fight it. Come on.” Peggy looked around, shaking her head, and everyone stopped what they were doing. All but Gamora. “Why isn’t anyone moving? Whose recording?”

“It's been ten minutes since we've had a perfusing rhythm.” Peggy goes to stop Gamora but is shrugged off. The monitor flat lines. “It’s your call, Gamora.”

Taking a shaky inhale, Gamora stopped. She pulled off her mask as the monitor continues to flat line. “Asystole.” She looked up at the clock. “Time of death: 19:35.”

Gamora rushed out of the OR, trying not to cry. She went straight to the sinks and began cleaning her hands furiously. She paused when she noticed people covering up Nick’s body. Peggy walked in and started washing her hands as well, with you following. You both eyed Gamora a few times, worried. Soon, she left.

Peggy sighed. “It’s hard to accept the end when you’re too close.” She looked down as she slipped her wedding ring back onto her finger. She noticed you watching. “Look, I don't want someone who doesn't want me, Y/N. But if there's the slightest chance that he does, I'm not leaving New York.”

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Val walked into Natasha’s room, not excited for the news she was about to tell her.

“Well?” Natasha asked.

“You were right,” Val sighed. “Talya definitely suffers from Munchausen’s.”

“See I was right…. I was right…” She closed her eyes. “I was right…” Nat began to cry. “I was right. I was… I was right. Oh… I’m—I’m—“ She let out a sob. “I’m right. I’m—I’m right.”

Val looked out of the room to see Clint walking by. “Clint! Page Y/N!”

Clint hurried in. “Why? What—what’s happening? What did you do to her?”

“She just started crying and I don’t know what to do!”

“I’ll get one of the nurses to page, Y/N.” Clint rushed out.

“Natasha,” Val tried, slowly coming closer. “Natasha, calm down.”

“The nurses paged her!” Clint came rushing back in.

“It’s okay, Nat.” Val went in for a hug, only for Nat to shrink away and cry harder. “Okay, okay. I won’t hug you.”

“What’s going on?” You came running in, panicked.

“I can’t stop!” Nat cried. “I can’t—-I can’t stop…”

“Crying,” Val finished for her. “She can’t stop crying.”

“I can’t see that!” You replied. “What did you guys do to her?”

“Nothing!”

“She’s going to dehydrate,” Clint said. “Nat, do you want some water?”

Nat shook her head, “no, no…” You tried to go in for a hug, only to be pulled away.

“NO!” Clint and Val exclaimed.

“I already tried that,” Val said. “It just made it worse.” Clint tentatively handed Nat a tissue.

“Natasha,” you tried again.

“Make—make it stop,” Natasha sobbed. “Make it stop… Somebody sedate me!”

“What’s going on in here?” Bruce asked, walking in. He was dressed like he was about to leave. There was clear concern etched on his face.

“We can’t get her to stop crying,” you replied.

“Y/N, get everyone else out of here.” Bruce was taking off his jacket. “Watch the door.”

You nodded, quickly ushering Clint and Val out. They voiced protests, but willing left. You shut the door behind you and watched. Peeking through the window, you watched as Bruce got in the bed beside Nat. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Natasha willingly curled into him, welcoming his comfort. You sighed and turned away, leaning against the door to keep watch. Steve noticed you and came up.

“Hey,” he smiled.”

“Hey.”

“When are you off?”

“Uh,” you glanced at your watch, “in about an hour. Why?”

“Meet me at Happy’s when you get off.” He started walking backwards, sly smirk on his lips. “Don’t be late.”

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Steve and you arrived at Happy’s bar at the same time. He gave you a smile as he held the door open for you. You walked over to an empty table, Steve close behind.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” you said.

“Me too,” Steve replied. He set it briefcase on his chair. “Want a drink?”

“Yes, please.”

Turning around, Steve knocked his briefcase onto the ground. A stack of papers slipped out.

“I’ve got it,” Steve quickly said, bending down.

“I’ll get it,” you said, picking up the papers.

You glance at the papers as you stand back up. There his divorce papers, that he has yet to sign.

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The Marvel Christmas Collection Master List

Notes: It’s December, and that means it’s time to break out the Christmas ficlets! A couple of years ago, I took a break from writing to do a challenge where I was given a winter-related prompt and combined that with a character I got out of a Marvel advent calendar--whether or not I had any previous experience with that character. I was given the day to write something between 500 and 1000 words. I’ve deleted some and edited the rest since then, but didn’t do any major rewrites.

For the next couple of weeks at least, I’ll be posting one of these a day along with whatever two things are in my queue. I hope you’ll enjoy!

Merry Christmas! Happy Hanuka! Happy Holidays! Or otherwise have a wonderful winter.

Challenge: “25 days of Christmas” Challenge by Sweet-n-Chaotic on Lunaescence Archives.

Posting Status: Complete

Day 1: Chestnuts [Tony Stark]

Day 2: Fireplace [Steve Rogers]

Day 3: Eggnog [Bruce Banner]

Day 4: Snowman [Thor Odinson]

Day 5: Cider [Peter Parker]

Day 6: Tree [Loki Laufeyson]

Day 7: Carols [Eddie Brock]

Day 8: Santa [Matt Murdock]

Day 9: Gingerbread [Miles Morales]

Day 10: Cookies [Stephen Strange]

Day 11: Tinsel [T’Challa]

Day 12: Lights [Thanos]

Day 13: Hot Chocolate [Frank Castle]

Day 14: Stocking [Vision]

Day 15: Nutcracker [Rocket Raccoon]

Day 16: Family [Groot]

Day 17: Frosting [Peter Quill]

Day 18: Party [Ultron]

Day 19: Ice Skating [Danny Rand]

Day 20: Jingle Bells [Bucky Barnes]

Day 21: Peppermint [Clint Barton]

Day 22: Candy Canes [Scott Lang]

Day 23: Mittens [James Rhodes]

Day 24: Presents [Pietro Maximoff]

Day 25: Mistletoe [Sam Wilson]

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Gingerbread Houses

Scott Lang x Platonic!Reader

christmas | masterlist | oneshots

Gingerbread house contests was a tradition in the Avenger team for years now. There would be teams and trophies set; although, everyone would get acknowledgment for each category. Some of the categories are creativity, design, and effort. Each year, the teams are different. Names are written on strips of paper, then sifted through a bingo ball roller. Tony used it for drinking games as well. This year you were teamed with Scott and he looked like he was focused on winning the first-place prize. Both of you had ideas in your mind and could not wait to share them with each other. Another part of the contest was to be able to carry it to the judge’s tables.

“Alright Scott, show me the kinds of designs you were thinking of.” You sat down in your designated corner.

“So, I was thinking like medieval renaissance kinds of a look. The old brick and stone with snow-draped across. Almost like the kind of design in Assasin.” Scott explained.

“I was thinking about the same thing too! Ever since we started playing the game I was thinking of the cobblestones and arches.” You gasped excitedly.

The two of you started to look online for a reference photo, seeking the one you both liked. This contest was a 3-day process. Day 1 was consisted of searching for designs and coming up with a plan of which order to create. Day 2 was consisted of baking the gingerbread to the shapes of the houses. The icing is made in massive batches the day of to prevent cracking and watering down of the consistency.

The next day, Scott leveled and sketched the sizes to cut the gingerbread dough with. You baked, knowing that it ran in your family. There was a fine line in the baking between wanting to kill Scott for eating the raw dough and making sure that it would cook correctly.

“Scott! Stop eating the dough! It has raw egg in it, it’ll make you sick. Plus we need it for our house.” You complained, nudging him gently.

“But it’s so good! Don’t hate on me because I like your baking.” Scott sat at the island in front of you, with a smile.

It was now day three, the day to put the house together. You started with the larger house, then to add onto the others. It was a little nerve-wracking knowing that you two could topple this two-story house, but the way that Scott designed the gingerbread cutouts, it would be fine.

“Build now,” Scott said.

“Add detail later.” You commented back. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Your daughter is going to be so proud of us. We’re gonna have the best gingerbread house.” You smiled looking up at him.

“She will be, and we will.” Scott smirked.

When it came down to judging, Tony, Cap, and Thor were the judges on stability, and Nat, Hope, and Pepper were the judges on creativity.

“The winner of the first-place prize in the 2021 Gingerbread House Competition is…” They said for a dramatic effect. “Y/N Y/L/N and Scott Lang!”

You both cheered and took your trophies. Scott really was the best partner for this.

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FICS I’VE READ THIS WEEK (52)

Hello everybody!! This is a long one. Sorry about that.

It’s been a full year since I started this nonsense, can you believe it!? It’s been a year since our fandom changed irreparably following that leak and horrible, horrible musical episode (that many -including myself- have never seen all the way through). In fact, I resigned myself to watching through gifs, unsubscribed from the CW and unfollowed basically every social media account for the show and cast (save one) and blocked a whole lot of new terms.

I took on this project because I wanted to remind myself how much I loved fanfiction - and how it didn’t matter what happened in canon because we had so many amazing and talented content creators. And I’m SO pleased and happy that I was right.

If anyone is interested in the spreadsheet I created for this exercise you can check it out here on this googledoc. I’m going to be taking part in a different fanfiction challenge next (check out @fanfic-reading-challenge) - so this doc won’t really be updated. It’ll be weird not keeping track like this but perhaps I’ll come up with a better, more efficient way to keep track of all the words and chapters that I read...

Anyway here are some stats:

I’ve read 22,455,909 words (7,996,649 of them Bughead) since April 16, 2020.

The bughead author I’ve read the most of unsurprisingly was @thepointoftheneedle - I reread her entire collection three times - upwards of 800,000 words of hers alone. It’s not a secret. I’m a fangirl. But I also like her as a person so that’s a special benefit of being involved in fandom.

Of course then there was my girl @likemereckless - whom I beta read many many fics for during this pandemic. So when I say I’ve read 384,883 of her words - I mean, I’ve probably read them all three or four times that as I edited and fangirled and was a cheerleader for her through the year.

One spot for improvement, I guess, would be that I only read 3 fics (total) of non-Bughead riverdale fic (though one is actually Bughead adjacent because it’s their son). I suppose I should check out some Varchie fics (as long as they don’t break up Bughead of course) - so I can support our friends in the bugvarchie community. On my to-do list.

I was introduced to new pairings I’d never read before like at the end of May 2020 - when @anniemurphys shared a single link to a “The Society” fic (a show I’d never actually watched before) - and then I got SUCKED in. That led me to a bunch of really great writers - like @livinginrhythm - who’s collection I’ve read through twice (all except the cheating fics) - and some of their oneshots have 35000 words! I kept track and I read more of their words than anyone else - a total of 1,069,203 words belong to them!

Then @feelavalanche answered my call for pairings to read - cajoling me into watching Midsommar and delving into the fic. Between Anonlady and Rimanez I’ve read 1,125,000 words (+675,000 for rimanez and aonlady +450000 words). And I also gained a crazy obsession with this low-key actor from Sweden (because they make them pretty there) and now know way more than I should... and I’ve seen way more of him than I should. 👀 Gösta *cough*.

I read pairings I’d never thought of before - like Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson for Mother Maple - who loves Miss Fisher. I did not love the fic (I’m sorry, MM) but it was interesting diving into something new and different (even if it was only for one fic).

I watched new shows (like Never Have I Ever, Boardwalk Empire, Bridgerton, The Happiest Season, and Fargo) and with those came new fics and new pairings and new fandom friends.

I’m so grateful for all of you who came along for the ride. *pointedy looks at new friends @portiaadams @winterlovesong1 and @queenie-004*

Now I’m going to go read @thepointoftheneedle‘s new masterpiece. It’just BARELY didn’t make the cut for this week (because I’d done all my calculations before she posted it. Ha ha.)

I hope you all stay healthy and stay safe. 😘

Thanks for being here.

Anyway - here is my last reading list for this exercise. This is the list for the week of April 09-April 15th

Weeks 1- 51 (3580 chapters)

Week 52 (116 chapters)

(Annual Chapter Total = 3696)

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BUGHEAD - 14

Becoming Eleanor by @srainebuggie (chapter 7)

Sharing A Wall by Melaniemia (chapter 3)

right back where we started from by @stonerbughead (chapter 2)

five endings jughead never wrote (and one he did) by @imreallyloveleee (1/1)

the shadows cannot keep you by @winterlovesong1 (2/2)

I only love you more when it snows by @winterlovesong1 (1/1)

make it new by @sullypants (chapter 3)

Regrets Collect like Bullet Shells by @loveandcoffeeandsimplicities (chapter 29)

The Tides that Change by @loveandcoffeeandsimplicities (chapters 3 & 4)

slowing down by @fallout-mars (1/1)

in the air by @sullypants (chapters 18 & 19)

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Bughead Rereads - 3

subway song by @literatiruinedme (1/1)

the things that make us (the way we are) by @darknessaroundus (1/1)

don't give a damn ('bout your bad reputation) by @darknessaroundus (1/1)

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MISCELLANEOUS - 74

In Through An Out Door by @djgrannyglasses (Hyde/Jackie - chapter 3)

e-mails from Austenland by @everyl1ttleth1ng (Austenland - 62/62)

the sweetest life (and the loving is easy when you're with me) by @latinasmoak (Penelope/Colin - first chapter!)

Fluctuations by @treaddelicately (Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne - 1/1)

everybody wants you by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

i could never give you peace by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

you're right in the center by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

Counterplay by @alexandra-emerson (Draco/Ginny - chapters 25-28)

The breeding program by Chevalier_Barthelemy (Five/Vanya - chapter 11)

Hand in Hand to Hell by @portiaadams (Boardwalk Empire - chapter 2)

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Misc. Rereads - 25

tenderness of heart by liminal (Austenland - 1/1)

you belong somewhere close to me by georgiestauffenberg (Anne/Gilbert - 1/1) *Anne with an E - SOULMATES! It’s amazing*

even when you're here i kinda miss you by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

i wanna call it for what it is by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

whoever says it first is the bravest by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

right before i close my eyes by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

keep pushing back the time to call it quits by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

You'd Be Here By Now by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 4/4)

will you have me? by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

tell me i should stay by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

I'll Unfold Before You by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 1/1)

Someday We're Gonna Know Too Much To Know It All by @livinginrhythm (Harry/Allie - 11/11)

#reading fics with jandy #fics i've read this week

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MCU Rebooted

Abridged Version (Full Version Coming Soon)

1983 - 2012 (Ant-Man and The Wasp & The Avengers): Janet became an 'unlikely' hero when the death of her father inspired her to become The Wasp. With the help of Dr. Henry Pym, aka Ant-Man (and Goliath), she spent a few years fighting crime and otherworldly threats as an independent duo. Janet also knew Tony Stark before he was revealed as Iron Man, as they ran in the same circles during childhood. Hank was contacted by SHIELD for his scientific discoveries, while Janet continued her other dreams of building a fashion empire. Janet and Hank were then both contacted by Nick Fury to join the "Hero Initiative", later renamed the "Avengers Initiative" by Janet.

2015 (Age of Ultron): As the two continued to fight with the team, Janet was finding it hard to balance celebrity and business with superhero duties. The strain on Hank was evident, for he created Ultron, an experiment in artificial intelligence. Janet proceeded to have a solo battle against Ultron at one point due to an obsession the robot had with her (Hank Pym's brain patterns used a basis for their programming). The team eventually defeated the A.I. and added Vision to the team.

2015 (Ant-Man and The Wasp 2): The creation of Ultron took a strain on Janet and Hank's marriage. The two drifted away for a few months, Janet chose to stay on the team and Hank decided to take a leave and focus on his science. The duo was brought back together when the Van Dyne/Pym residence was broken into and one of Hank's beta suits was stolen by ex-con Scott Lang. Clashing at first, the 3 heroes faced off against a common enemy and Hank agreed to pass the name of Ant-Man along to Scott. Janet and Hank rekindled their love, and Hank rejoined the team as Goliath.

2016 (Captain America: Civil War): After the destruction caused by the Avengers in several cities and countries, the United Nations created the Sokovia Accords to regulate the activities of enhanced individuals. Janet and Hank were in favor, Hank due to his guilt in creating Ultron, and Janet because of her desire to be transparent and collaborative. Scott, on the other hand, was against the Accords. The team was divided and ultimately ended in Captain America's Anti-Accords team being imprisoned and Iron Man's side 'winning'.

2018 (Infinity War): The team unites once again to fight Thanos. In a freak accident to shrink herself down to a size never attempted before, Janet enters the quantum realm, where time doesn't pass. She is stuck here during the rest of the battle and during the Blip.

2023 (Endgame): When the Hulk snapped his fingers with the Infinity Gauntlet, Janet was brought back with all of the other heros that disappeared during the Blip.

2024 (Ant-Man and Wasp Quantumania ): Wow idk the plot for this how about you come write it with me!

#. verse | mcu rebooted #does this make any sense and I just having fun? yes #I mean no it makes no sense but yes I'm having fun lmao #u bet ur ass I made Janet name the team here too

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WINSoD - Pt.5

If One Should Fall...

Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2, part 3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3120

Summary: In which distribution of forces on the stones-retrieving mission changes. Because— reasons.The reason being a special visit someone pays you.

Warnings!: skip to post-Infinity War and the summary of it - you can imagine; deaths, violence....briefly tho, + language, mention of the inability to bear children, brief suicidal thoughts, kinda religious motives because SPN

A/N: Enormous time skip, because obviously CA:CW didn’t happen and the timeline is changed from canon already. Also, the title (What I’d Never Say or Do had I been in my right mind) is reeeeeally applicable in this one and somehow… it felt right to connect the chapters like this. Do not murder me…?

Part 4

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Forever was a funny word. A funny concept, perhaps. People always said they wished for some moments to last forever and what they meant was for them to last as long as possible, with no change in sight. Or they said that something unpleasant felt like it lasted forever, their souls craving an end of the misery, a fundamental change as the polar opposite to the first case.

You lived through both in the past years.

Sitting on your ass in a Wakandian palace, watching a battle unfold in front of you, an ensemble of great warriors fighting yet another army from space, that felt like forever, a never-ending nightmare and you only got to watch.

It set a pattern for you for several more years to come. To only watch.

You watched an alien creature steal the sceptre that the Avengers had decided to store in the palace and it did so while killing everything in its way. Princess Shuri had the great idea of hiding you and cuffing you so you wouldn’t stand in the creature’s path while she tried to stop it with the others. She ended up in shattered glass, only unconscious, as if thanks to a miracle.

You watched as… as she fell apart to ashes only minutes later; just like many, oh so many others.

Half of the population, they said.

Thanos, The Mad Titan, had wiped half of all living creatures.

The moment was carved into your brain forever. And the eternal time you waited for anyone to come back from the battle, to see Steve alive, because God, please, let him live – yes, that sure as hell felt like forever too.

Lives were lost. Bucky, Sam, Ryan, Wanda, Pietro, Peter, Shuri, T’Challa, Strange, Fury… the list went on and on. All of them, gone. Forever.

The world changed. Avengers ow officially didn’t exist and yet recruited new members all over the freakin’ space, which was the only way of finding out Tony Stark, who had disappeared on a spaceship, in fact, survived.

The missions of the greatest defenders of Earth changed as well. Some members took off to start a family, lucky enough to still have a partner to do so. Or to have the ability to pass their genes.

You couldn’t. Or maybe Steve couldn’t, it didn’t matter. You never pried after the source of your inability to have children; you two were one, a unity. You didn’t want to know so you could point fingers. You could tell Steve blamed himself, as well as he knew that your irregular period was definitely not helping. You made your peace. In fact, you admired Tony for finding the courage to create an environment for a child in this mad world; your lack of faith in being able to do the same had the opportunity rose ironically helped you to come to terms with the fact of your body was not functioning right.

In a way, it only drew you and Steve closer. You had valued each other before, yes, but now… you truly were like one. You backed him up in how he decided to honour Sam’s memory by starting a support group and he was the one to sense that in a search for reassurance, strangely materialistic, you craved an official bond with him, despite never saying a word.

You were Steve’s wife now – and you were each other’s rock, even during the poor attempt at defeating Thanos again.

Five years was a long time, a forever, one might say, but when Scott Lang, one of the people believed to been dusted, reappeared, forever and never became relative again.

Which led you to now; what was left of the Earth’s mightiest heroes was planning on retrieving the infinity stones.

Because they figured out how to time-travel.

Observing your reflection in the mirror, the circles under your eyes, you couldn’t but run your hand down your face and sigh.

You were still struggling with accepting the incredible fact of the possibility of coming back in time, yet you had to shush the hope inside you. Hope was a dangerous thing; certainly on such big scale as everything could being as it had been, hope that all the people who had lost their lives during the Snap could be resurrected.

As for a person who in fact had died once, it was easier for you to believe it was possible and you weren’t sure that it was a good thing. The fear of losing what you still had – read Steve, mainly – in the process, was paralyzing. It would mean your end, one you might deliver by yourself if it came to it, because you weren’t as strong as your husband. You wouldn’t make it through. Not after everything that happened.

You sighed again and tried to shake off the darkest thoughts.

When your eyes fell on the reflection again, a man stood behind your shoulder.

You spun on your heels and jerked away, your bottom bumping into the sink with a startled yelp escaping your lips.

In a fraction of second, several ways of defending yourself flashed through you mind; but the man was already three feet away; in a blink of an eye, before you could even move further.

Chest heaving with frantic breaths, hand over your heart, you stared at the intruder dressed in a three-piece suit and a red cravat. Of average height and maybe few pounds over healthy weight, smoothly shaven so his smirk could stand out, he looked… peculiar, especially given the fact he had found himself in the ladies’ room.

It shouldn’t have surprised you he spoke up with some kind of an accent on top of everything, but it did.

“Saving the world is exhausting, isn’t it?”

You stared at him, speechless. Your brain kicked into an overdrive, analysing how much of a threat he was, if he was like Pietro, too fast for Friday to catch him, or what was he-

“Who the-“

“I’m Crowley, darling. And you don’t need look so scared. If I wanted you dead, you’d be already lying here in a puddle of blood,” he reassured you like a sleazy businessman, all pretence at kindness.

You winced at the visual and narrowed your eyes.

“Alright, Crowley, what do you want? And what exactly are you?” you demanded, uncertain why you felt calm despite the man appearing out of thin air and speaking of you dying in the bloodiest way. Were you truly so numb these days?

He smiled, as if he was old friend. “I am a friend of Moose and Squirrel-“ What. “-or Sam and Dean, as you know them. I have no doubt they mentioned me. After all, my mother is assisting them more than she would like. You met her, incidentally.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure it out – you hadn’t met many people during your time with the Winchesters. This man… was probably a warlock. A witch. Rowena apparently had a son.

Well. Shit.

“Okay. So… you’re a witch or something. Means I shouldn’t trust you fully. Noted. Now what do you want?”

His face twisted in a theatrical insulted grimace, his palm laid on his chest as if you just shot him through the heart – which, by the way, would probably do nothing to him.

“First of all, I am here to help, so I don’t think you have other option than trusting me. Second of all, I am not a witch, I am the King of Hell, thank you very much-“

Somewhere in the back of your mind, Sam Winchester’s voice whispered something about the King of Hell having been Dean’s bestie for a while, which did not make you feel any better, only more confused.

“And thirdly… I’m here to tell you what you, my darling, need to do for this mission to be successful.”

You stared at him incredulously, his casual stance and animated speech bewildering, and had no clue what to make of it.

Yet, you let him speak. You let him give you the advice no one ever wanted to receive. Ever. But this sleazy man had told you about how he had saved the world before, side by side with the Winchesters and everything suddenly made sense.

Crowley, the King of Hell, answered the most burning question you had been asking yourself ever since coming back from the death, doing so more and more often these days.

Why.

Why were you given the second chance at life? Why you of all people? What was the purpose?

And now you knew.

Rowena was the greatest witch the supernatural world had ever created and she supposedly looked through all the possible futures she could. Tony had once told you, drunk and hurting, that Strange had done the same right before the battle and he only saw one way of how it could end with Thanos’ loss. Now Crowley told you the ‘one’ future was still in play, that everything was actually still on the way to the world’s victory.

The price of victory was high. History had taught you that.

But the price people paid for losing was higher.

And as much as you hated what you apparently had to do…

“Okay,” you rasped, guilt already gnawing at your chest, tears strolling down your face, fear eating you up from the inside, fear of unknown and yet known, instincts fighting the urge to do the right thing and finally actually help to the heroes you found yourself among while still useless.

You were only watching too long. Forever, one might say.

“Okay?” he echoed, clearly surprised by your antics.

You only nodded, wiping away your tears and forcing your breathing to calm and steady. There was no way you could go back to the base of operating in the living room like this. You needed to be a fucking grown-up. Grown-ups had to be okay with not being okay. You must finally become worthy of being Captain Amer- Steve’s wife.

“Yes, Crowley. I’ll do it. Though I still have no idea why you came here to tell me. Aren’t you supposed to be the bad guy?” you teased him lightly, your mouth speaking its will without permission, the question only half-expecting an answer.

“Well, my darling. It’s the end of the world as we know it. It doesn’t matter now if you’re good or bad. Not if you want the world not to end.”

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You were a terrible actress; a Razzies-nominee kind of actress. You couldn’t lie to save your life (the irony of such statement was not lost on you, yet it wasn’t properly appreciated either) and you were aware of the fact that Steve liked that about you. You could never lie to him. So you never tried.

You knew you couldn’t break that streak now, because he would see right through you. So you stooped lower than ever. Omitting the truth. Lying by not sharing the whole story. Whether you could make that work, only time would tell.

When you finally managed to compose yourself – at least more or less – and exited the bathroom, you found out that not much had changed. The team was still debating the details of best approach, uncertain but determined expressions on their faces.

Steve spared once glace at you and instantly was able to tell something was wrong. He hid you from the view of the others by his broad figure, concerned eyes scanning your face, observing and searching for any clue; for the source of your distress. As if the fact that they were – you all were, even if they didn’t know yet – about to time travel wasn’t enough to give one palpitations and serious stress-induced headache.

His tender fingers tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear as if it would help the mess your hairstyle must have been. A small encouraging smile graced his lips despite his own mind no doubt weighted down by numerous worries.

He didn’t have to ask for you to start talking, the brilliant colour of his eyes sweet and inviting enough.

“What if something goes wrong?” you questioned in a hushed whisper, not having to pretend to have such haunting thought. “What if… I don’t even want to think about what could it be. You’re going to need someone capable to pull you out. I am… I am not that capable. Definitely not when it comes to science of time-travel.”

Despite Steve acting like a human shield, your concerns were acknowledged by everyone, their heads snapping your direction. Steve, feeling all the curious eyes, cleared his throat and gently took your arm, leading you away from the prying ears.

“….excuse us for a second,” he hummed absently, waiting until he was out of earshot to speak with you again. “Doll… what- what is this really about?”

“What do you mean-“ you bluffed lamely in an instant, but the look Steve gave you shut you up.

“I know you, sweetheart. You can’t lie to me.”

If you weren’t dreading what you were about to do, you might throw a ‘watch me’ back at him. Instead, you aimed for an irritated tone – one that would be justified in case he would truly be questioning the claim you were about to point out.

“So you think I’m not afraid for you?”

A frown crossed over his face, his palm on your bicep tightening before he eased his hold to brush his thumb over the very same spot. “No! That’s not- I just know there’s something more. What is it?”

Gulping and averting his gaze, because the intense burn of genuine concern was unbearable, your mind raced with the effort to find the right words.

Your stomach was tied in tight knots, turning at the idea of playing Steve, more so for such nefarious purpose. But how else you could have convinced him that it couldn’t in fact be him and Natasha going to Vormir to retrieve the soul stone?

“I… I want to help. I need to help, Steve. You’re— you're so strong, always the hero and I’m not even close, I-“

“-need to prove my worth?” he finished easily, a knowing look in his eyes, and fuck him, how did he know—

He might not understand fully, he had no way of knowing what Crowley told you to do, but still, Steve was still able to recognize what fuelled your determination, what were your motives.

You opened your mouth uselessly, a shaky exhale brushing Steve’s face as he lowered his head to you, his eyes wide and genuinely troubled. God, you couldn’t bare the intensity of his gaze.

“Christ, doll. Where’s this coming from? Don’t be rid-“ From the corner of your eye, you saw him lick his lips as he swiftly cut himself off before calling you ridiculous. His large warm palms framed your face, forcing you to lock your gaze with his, passionate words accented by the burning fire of his irises. “You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Not to them, certainly not to me. You are my everything and you are the most amazing person I have ever met-“

You closed your eyes, a soft smile tugging at your lips despite your better judgement. You never doubted Steve’s feelings, yet he was always quick to reassure you, having the patience of a saint whenever he noticed a hint of insecurity.

“I know. I swear I know that, I know how you feel, but- let me do this. What if… what if you don’t come back? What if you don’t come back and I’d be just sitting here, knowing I could have done something, but I didn’t. You’re too familiar with that feeling, Steve. Please. Let me come with you,” you pleaded in a hushed voice, hating you reminded him of losing you, but knowing it might be effective. “You know you can protect me when it comes to it.”

Brows drawn together, Steve observed you, baffled and yet understanding at the same time, torn between the instinct to have you protected at the compound and the responsibility he felt towards this mission. This was the fight of your lives; deep down, he must have known he couldn’t afford to jeopardize that even if it came to you. Which, naturally, didn’t mean he had to like it.

A clearing of one’s throat that sounded a bit like a clap of thunder interrupted your staring contest and you both glanced towards Bruce’s huge green form in the doorway, sheepish expression comical on his massive face.

“…sorry to interrupt, but… we kinda all think she has a point so-“

Steve’s sucked in air between his teeth, letting his hands drop from you face, only for one of them to run through his hair, the other balling in a fist.

You shrugged, the battle of emotions – victory and defeat at the same time, because God, why – no doubt visible on your face as Steve turned his attention solely to you once more.

“I’ll give you guys another sec…” Bruce hummed, backing out of the door, leaving you to deal with clearly irritated and reluctant Steve.

Thanks, buddy.

Wordlessly, Steve’s fingers slipped beneath your jaw, pulling you in for one of the strangest kisses of your life. H poured all his emotions into one simple gesture, hungry and intense, intimate wet sound of a dirty encounter of mouths echoing in the otherwise silent room. You allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of Steve’s lips on yours, in his arm grabbing you and pressing flush against his hard chest; it was all too harsh for anyone to believe it was not a display of affection of a half-desperate man.

Breathless and with vertigo nearly overcoming you, you rested your forehead against Steve’s, mirroring his action once you parted. His eyes were closed shut, as if too heavy to kept open, but you could see that something in his expression shifted; you and Bruce won.

Peripherally, you noticed Crowley’s faint figure, the shortest of appearances as he nodded in approval and goodbye. You suspected he did something so Steve gave in; you didn’t care what and how, hoping it didn’t harm your soulmate.

Tears stung in your eyes when you realized what was to come and you forced them to be kept at bay, shutting your eyes close again.

“Fine, have it your way,” Steve rasped, his voice clearly irked, yet resigned. “But if you get one scratch on you, doll, just one, I’ll hold you responsible.”

No, you won’t.

You charmed a guilty smile, a lame tiny thing, and he inhaled sharply, only for huffing the air out.

“How could I, having my chivalrous man by my side?”

It earned you a kiss on your forehead, Steve’s fingers interlacing with yours when you made your way back to the other room where everyone waited.

Oh, how much it now hurt, the amount of faith Steve could put into you, charmed by your teary smile, that little thing puling on his heartstrings.

Oh, just how much it would hurt…

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Part 6

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This chapter might seem a bit strange, but hopefully it fits the atmosphere of Infinity War and Endgame…

Thanks for being here. I love you for your encouragement :-*

P.S. Here, have the last part of a SPN guide - visuals and references for Amara (God’s sister who gave back ‘reader’s’ memories) and Crowley (from this chapter).

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icxrusat · 3 years

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2021 Writing Self-Evaluation :)

I’m taking the fact that @/square-blunt mentioned the oxi stan club to mean they tagged me and I’m actually happy with my progress last year so I thought I should try

1. Number of works - Eight! one dsmp, two jrwi, one last life and four empires

2. Word count - 13376 published, and countless unpublished. o7 to the working draft of For A Faerie Queen (I promise I promise she’ll be updated eventually. She’s my baby) and that 2k fic sat at the top of my drafts I’ve abandoned

3. Fandoms - I really only expected one or two but this year there were four! JRWI, Empires, DSMP and Last Life. Really reflects how this year has gone for me lol

4. Relationships - Only romantic one was Jazzie (JRWI) but I did have a big focus on platonic Pixl & fWhip in Empires and Ren & Lizzie in Last Life.

5. Top kudos/bookmarks/comments - Kudos - You Believe You Have The Answers, the found family riptide pirates extravaganza from back in June that I had a lot of fun with. Bookmarks - For A Faerie Queen, which makes sense because it’s my only ongoing multichapter fic. AND I MEAN ONGOING I HAVEN'T ABANDONED IT Comments - Cottagecore Lesbians Beat Minecraft, which did cause some confusion because the title is an inside joke and minecraft has nothing to do with the fic but. I think was one of the first Jazzie fics in the fandom :) much love to the jrwicord

6. Work I’m most proud of - Anything in Raise Our Heritage. Sure they’re pretty short but they’re everything I wanted in my writing this year and I think my stylistic choices came out so well

7. Work I’m least proud of - You Believe You Have The Answers. I really did adore writing it and it was a good intro back into writing after a few months off, but the ending was lacklustre and I don’t think I did my ideas justice.

8. Favourite review - It’s so hard to choose because I adore every comment I get, but the jrwicord have been so supportive of each other’s work and I’m honored to be part of it. Also Ms_smart_girl on ao3 left a comment on every part of ROH and I have to have a soft spot for them (and everyone else who commented on ROH) because they liked my personal favourite works

9. A time when writing was hard - Emotionally I’d say Plan For Heaven, definitely. There were a lot of feelings that went into that (but I’m really glad it came out the way it did. Physically was August/September because all of the emphasis was starting this year’s dissertations and uni apps. But October was when I really took off again so maybe the break helped? who knows

10. Something that surprised you - How much your environment affects what and how you write. ROH started with Moonstruck King, written on a camping trip with no wifi and a lot of time in the atmospheric Scottish Highlands after months of writing burnout, and that first instalment is one of the best things I’ve ever written.

11. Favourite excerpt - Not to enjoy my writing or anything but I have so many banger lines this question is near impossible. But take this extract from Plan For Heaven

The wall he walks past between the bedroom he’s been given and where Rivendell’s throne stands holds a tapestry that shows a figure on their knees on the peak of a mountain, head tilted back to the sky. The figure is surrounded by silvery stitches and Scott hurries past it every morning, trying not to think of the ice crystals that sneak up his knuckles or the frozen edges of the lake at the base of Rivendell’s cliff.

Aeor’s house is a palace for pious kings, and a prison for Rivendell’s lord.

12. How did you grow as a writer - Letting myself just write for myself. I was really specific about not working to word counts or deadlines, and just going as I felt, which helped both my mental state and the organic growth of the stories by themselves.

13. How do you hope to grow - Expand. Try new things. I’m entirely and completely a lang/lit nerd but I’ve been writing academically for so long I’d love to expand my ability/portfolio of work

14. Greatest positive influence - In terms of other writers, Earl and Lyra were a real inspiration and I was lucky to bounce ideas off of them for a lot of things. Also I will say all of Ship Wars, particularly Sey, Wen, Sun, Rark and Sal for cheerleading and writing advice. (And honourable mention to Scott Hutchison, David MacGregor and Louis Abbot for. everything really)

15. Anything from real life show up in your works - A lot of self-discovery makes for a lot of character studies and vice versa. Just saying.

16. Any wisdom to share with new writers - Write for yourself, first and foremost; nothing will come out as you want if you’re not into it. Never be scared of advice or critique; my professors have been invaluable in developing my skill and beta readers are almost always a writer’s best friend. You can never write too slowly; two, three, six months for five hundred words is always worth more than never starting at all.

17. Projects you’re looking forward to - More instalments of Raise Our Heritage! I’ve enjoyed them so much I can’t wait for more, both to write and read again myself. And of course For A Faerie Queen because the idea is way too good to drop and I’m so invested. And I can’t wait to drop the fHantom Assassin AU; that’s going to be great

18. Tag time - I don’t want to tag just in case anyone is uncomfortable with it (and everyone I could think of has probably already been tagged) but I’m going to give this to the jrwicord, the oxi stan club (again) and any followers who want to try :D

#long post #tagged #nav #arly writes

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pugh-bug · 4 years

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Scott Lang x reader

Chapter 3

I’m back at uni so writing this is comforting. I really hope you like this chapter - anyone who’s following this.

‘Plot’ : reader lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers slow burnnnn

Warnings: none 🌚 yetttt ... except swearing as always

FUUCK. You’d been ill for a week and just as you thought you were getting better in time for Clint’s birthday party you took a turn. Most of Stark Tower had helped you out in some way, whether it was Bruce trying to find a cure using his 7phds or Thor keeping you company by thrashing you at Mario Kart. As you always did when you got sick you were grumpier and even more indecisive. On Monday you didn’t let anyone visit you and chose the company of your pillow and the fly that wouldn’t leave your window sill over seeing anyone.

Scott had visited you with Nat and Tony but only alone once and of course you had been asleep that day. When you woke up you weren’t being watched, which was a good sign you weren’t getting sleeping with the enemied, and you felt slightly less like shit. Your throat didn’t feel as assaulted by food so naturally you searched your room for snacks on all fours. Standing still made you feel hot and woozy, as if the floor was miles away but touching you at the same time. Your head felt screwed on upside down whenever you tried to stand so crawling was an okay second choice. The carpet was rough against your soft hands and knees.

As you crossed the floor on all fours with your eyes on the galaxy bar Thor had left, the door opened. ‘Ton-‘

‘There’s something I’m missing isn’t there? So this makes sense?’

Scott.

You didn’t need to look up to know what face he was pulling but you did.

‘Standing hurts.’ Was the explanation you gave (making sure to lay on your ‘I’m sick’ voice for effect and possibly sympathy). Everything was beginning to piss you off. Your skin felt so hot. Your brain filled with fast images of volcanoes, fires and anything else you were apparently as hot as. The carpets existence was irritating. Against your bare knees it was starting to feel like itchy shards of rock. You just wanted to go to sleep. Scott was blankly looking at you, probably regretting entering the room at all.

‘Hmm?’

You mumbled something incoherently. The urge to act like a grumpy child because you felt sick was incredibly strong. It was the driving force keeping your eyes open.

‘Not that your mumbling isn’t charm-‘

‘I said I want to sleep!’ Your interruption came out as more of a yell than you intended. Scott widened his eyes before laughing ‘Okay you big baby.’ On a normal day that wouldn’t have bothered you in the slightest but the needy, self pitying part of you was thriving off making itself sad and you did want to sleep. You really wanted to sleep. Scott walked backwards away from you until you realised you didn’t want him to leave. ‘Please don’t lea-‘

‘Ah! Y/N still feeling gross and generally... miserable and... well..not-good?’

Thor’s voice carried before you saw his enthusiast, slightly concerned, face pass Scott’s. Scott don’t leave. If you thought it loud enough maybe he’d stay. Wanda was so lucky, she could make people stop in their tracks to talk to them. Scott was sweet, he would have stayed if you had asked but you didn’t want to have to ask.

You decided it would be wise to stand up and you did. Slowly. If your grandmother could see you she’d think she was athletic kind of slow. It didn’t go unnoticed by your Asgardian friend. ‘Y/N?’ He frowned and closed your curtains making you sleepier. As you attempted to crawl into your bed which seemed to sigh at your return Thor asked if he should fetch Scott. Fetch Scott? Scott wasn’t a doctor?

‘Why?’

In a rare moment you and Thor were not on the same page and he knew it. The visible confusion in his face and the change from a powerful God like stance to an unsure one drove that home. He even tilted his head like the giant puppy he was and didn’t answer.

‘You can if you want but he left. I’m fine here, I’m gonna sleep.’

His face implied he knew something about you that you weren’t admitting to yourself. That wouldn’t fucking fly. ‘Thor,’ your voice became impatient as you shuffled under the covers. ‘If you’re not gonna bring me chocolate can I... jus-I-‘ but just like Scott he left. It was fine. You could finally try and lucid dream and get some rest.

You closed your eyes, despite it being 4pm, but of course trying to sleep was a criminal offence in Stark Tower because Scott’s hand was suddenly beside you. Even with your eyes almost fully closed you knew it was his hand. They were usually slightly dirty from repairing the Antman suits despite Hank’s advice against it (he wasn’t great at listening) and you’d wanted to hold them so many times you’d lost count.

You weren’t even sure if you could speak but Scott didn’t. For once the two of you were silent. No snarky remarks and no magic tricks or childish behaviour that made Stephen roll his eyes. It felt odd. The light that was managing to escape through the edges of the curtains barely reached Scott’s face. What you could see was the man on his knees beside your bed like you were in a hospital bed. As the thought was born you couldn’t help but wonder if Scott would be the person you’d want if something awful happened to you? Tony would take it personally, Thor would be hurt but he was becoming your favourite person somehow.

Did he expect you to speak? More than enough time had passed for him to comfortably speak but he stayed silent with you. It felt like something you shouldn’t discuss with anyone including Scott. It felt like the two of you were sitting in a sensory deprivation tank in the dark and your sleepiness was overwhelming. Your breathing became heavier as your eyes closed you heard Scott finally speak.

‘Goodnight Y/N.’

When you woke up you knew he’d be gone. It would be inappropriate for him to stay. Out of everyone in Stark Tower the closest you’d gotten to sleeping beside someone was with a very drunk and sad Wanda. But you’d really wanted him to stay. The light entered your window just as you let your brain become infected by thoughts about what that long silence could have meant? Had he wanted to grab your hand? You hated how high school and desperate he had unknowingly made you become. You needed to get your mind on other things.

After a week of sleeping for far too long and being made fun of by Tony and Clint your - whatever it was you were a medical mystery - had cleared up. Your master plan was to spend more time with the one person in Stark Tower who brought out your mature side. Who was an excellent distraction from torturing yourself over every Scott interaction you had.

‘Peter don’t chew with your fucking mouth open. It’s gross.’

You watched in disgust as Parker made every vile mouth noise a human could possibly make. In fact he’d probably surpassed a world record. Scott stopped buttering his toast just to gasp in ‘horror.’

‘Y/N! You can’t swear at the kid. It’s like swearing at a little bird!’

Stephen scoffed. The ‘sexy uptight magician’ ,as Tony had lovingly dubbed, had no patience for most conversations. Especially ones that didn’t involve him or how excellent he was at everything.

‘All I did was eat toast!’ The baby retorted and you almost felt bad for him. ‘You’re so mean.’

‘The fact that you two are only 2 years apart is shocking.’ You tried not to let Scott’s comment get to you but you felt smugger by the second.

‘Frightening.’ Tony added before smiling at Peter, like exhausted fathers do at their complaining kids. You smirked in Peters direction who scowled at you as if to say you’re not as grown up as you think you are. You finished your toast, listened to Tony and Stephen bicker effortlessly and watched Scott. He always ate while watching people like he was David Attenborough or someone in a documentary. Instead of ‘Blue Planet’ the title would be ‘Superhero’s and why you shouldn’t live with them’. He always ate stood up. He always leaned back onto the kitchen top and made it look casual instead of an effort to look sexy (which you suspected it was). He always left some food on his plate because it went cold while he was distracted and he often caught your eye when someone was being entertaining.

‘Atleast I know how to dress myself...Stark.’

You hadn’t been paying attention to their petty argument but Scott’s eyes locked onto yours. Amused and then a look of realisation hit him. ‘Y/N I haven’t even asked how you are!’ He crossed the kitchen towards you and Stephen and Tony shut up.

‘I’m fine.’ You laughed and raised your eyebrows at Tony, who was watching you and Scott like a snake. He was standing behind you, the scent of overheated electric wires and warmth reaching you. ‘Stopped sleeping for 13 hours,’ if no one played their cards right you would start rambling about your ‘health’ for an hour just to fill the quiet. Peter was distracted on his phone.

Without any hesitation Scott’s large but boiling hands reached your face. You leaned back so you were directly looking up at him. He was glowing with pride at his actions. ‘For fucks sake!’ You squirmed away from his hands. ‘Why are they boiling? Jeeeez!’ Of course he laughed at your overreaction but they really had felt like hot pokers on your already warm cheeks.

‘You didn’t need warming up?’ He asked quietly, sensing he was on thin ice, but knowing the answer. Tony laughed but Stephen seemed deep in thought and somewhere else. You knew how that felt.

‘You’re worse than Tony.’

With every ‘angry’ remark at Scott you felt yourself making everything safer. It was easy to argue with him like he was Tony irritating you or even like Peter. That silence the week before had not been safe. Sitting with him on the roof hadn’t been safe either.

Despite your anger, that maybe he just saw right through as the opposite, Scott stayed stood behind you. His fingers started to gently run through your hair and a loud exhale of breath left your chest. You wanted to sink into his touch like a needy cat. No one ever played with your hair and it would have felt comforting if it had been anyone but having it be Scott..

Peter started rambling which brought Stephen out of his head and back down to Earth to interrupt him. Tony, however, had his eyes locked on Scott’s fingers playing with your hair. He gave you a knowing look and you mentally shunned him. You didn’t want him in your head right then and there.

‘How can you agree with him?!’

Scott seemed to be listening to Peter and Stephen’s discussion but you couldn’t care less. His hand brushed down your neck and settled onto your shoulder. You suddenly felt tiny, sat in Tony’s egotistical table chair with Scott looming behind you. ‘What do you think Y/N?’ Shit. Did he know you hadn’t been paying any attention? Was he testing what effect his touch had on you? What a thought.

‘I think...’ you suddenly sat up so Scott’s hands had nowhere to go. The last thing you wanted was Tony deciding to point out Scott’s touchy feely behaviour in front of everyone. ‘That I want to see if there’s any Ben and Jerries left.’ What a save.

‘There’s not.’ Peter shrugged returning your his phone. The little shit.

‘Here we go.’ Tony and Scott chuckled because they knew what was coming.

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#marvel #marvel fandom #scott lang x reader #scott lang fluff #scott lang #avengers x reader #tony stark #paul rudd #slow burn

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