#like a deranged young girl with her most fucked up barbie

[chayannecraft]

btw in the Spider-Missa au I imagine the 4 hardcore deities as not like. Exactly gods? But the closest you can get in that setting. They’re extremely old and extremely powerful, spread out in the city depending on their theme (ocean overlord is closest to the sea, etc etc) and currently having their own drama above the superhero-vigilante-villain until SOMEONE (cough cough The Ender King) drags people involved kicking and screaming and all of a sudden it’s ALL of their problem now.

[chiimmchiimm]

❝𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 !¡ 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 ❞

CHAPTERS “  01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - 10 -  11  - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 “  

The northern jail was the most dangerous in the country, social scum, thousands of criminals were locked behind their bars. Who would tell poor Blair that he would end up there because of his father’s mistake. The problem was not the lack of hot water, but that inhuman obsession that many of the prisoners had for “new toys.” Rookies had two options; be submissive and abide by veterans’ orders or suffer the dangerous anger of those disturbed minds. It all started one night when Blair had the bad idea of ​​going to shower alone.

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jungkookoffender au x (female: Blair) 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒:  smut.(later), offender au, fluff, angst. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 3.8 k 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔:  +18   𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔:   abuse, violence, , sadness, psychological abuse, dirty lenjuage, half-naked, impressive backs, muscles. 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒:  Well, I am very grateful for the love you are giving him. I’ll upload the next one later. Delicate scenes and some morbid ones that will increase the tension are coming.

I didn’t keep an eye on the whole night because of the weary thoughts that gathered in my conscience. Akame would not sit idly by and I was sure that my boldness would pay her sooner or later, however, a hope had stuck in my chest from the bathroom scene. That stranger had been so kind. It had saved me from the atrocities that Akame had surely thought for me.

I didn’t even know who I was but I felt indebted to him. 

In all the years I had been living in Los Angeles at any time I could see someone the same. I did not speak only for the physique so suffocating that it had left me petrified when I navigated it, but for the direct look I had. As if his dark eyes will only focus on one thing downplaying the rest of the world. Without hesitation, her beauty had left me without valid descriptions.

Currently, I was sitting in the large leisure space under the stairs. My legs in Indian position while I leaned forward to hold my head with one hand. Solé was in front of me with a wad of letters. I was thinking of the best strategy to end the smile so triumphant that Dallas scrubbed with superiority. Then, as if all his neural connections had agreed to get the best idea, he threw a letter to his opponent and immediately undid his smile.

“Shit. He cursed under his breath as he threw the cards on the table. “Old lady, who taught you how to play like that?“ 

“When you live with a Ludopata whore for thirty five years, you teach yourself to play even if you don’t want to,” he muttered completely calmly as he ordered his wad of cards. But as I managed to emphasize earlier, Solé was a person who could not hide his pain. That is what I saw in his eyes. One so big and dangerous that he got his positive attitude to vanish as fast as lightning strikes. Dallas watched her for a moment. Finally, she sighed resigned to living with her unhealthy memories and looked at both of us with a half-done smile. “Never let someone humiliate you and denigrate you as people.” Don’t make the same mistake as me, girls.

Sole rose from his seat and climbed the stairs in silence. Dallas lost her gaze among the pile of cards on the table while I kept looking at her until the metal of the stairs completely prevented me from following her.

“She burned her husband and her lover’s whore.” She commented between dramatic pauses. With his voice mired in his thoughts as he sighs and lifts his head to bump into my surprised reaction. Then he smiled. “I threw them three liters of gasoline and set them on fire.”

“Fuck, you don’t know how much I admire her for that. She had the ovaries to kill that son of a bitch who was mistreating her for so many years. That’s what it’s worth, Barbie.”

I put aside my annoyance for that stupid nickname to give way to my curiosity about the subject. Everything that had to do with Solé mattered to me.

“To burn someone?” I asked confused by his last sentence.

“No.” I denote the adverb with a short chuckle. “To have the courage and do what you want.”

In that aspect I was a little short. Throughout my short and boring existence I had done nothing but follow the absurd norms of society. I had never been allowed to go crazy because immediately the scandal would close around my family. Thanks Dad. In short, towards everything that was known as “politically correct” from not cursing in front of people to not saying what they thought. A young lady had to keep her composure and show submission to those of greater age range. If I thought about it, the true and only time I had done what I wanted had ended up being threatened by a crazy Asian girl and saved by a penetrating stranger.

“Do you know thirteen?” The question came from my lips without thinking of the consequences it would have. Dallas between opened her lips when she heard me. His red nails were embedded in the leftover fabric of his jacket to calm his tremor. I was really surprised how the simple pronouncement of a name could cause him so much fear. And of course, curiosity increased a hundred percent.

“Don’t go near him if you know what’s right for you.” In the depths of his tone there was a warning. He had leaned forward and raised his eyebrows in compass with the grin of his mouth. Between I closed my eyes trying to understand his attitude so evasiba. Then Dallas analyzed my face with a rather alarming curiosity for me. “Why do you ask me about him?”

“Because everyone talks about him and was curious, nothing more.” I answered with my great ability to really hide what I wanted to say. I was good at lying as long as the person in front of me didn’t intimidate me. Dallas made my homework quite easy since her attitude was far from the outgoing girl I met the first day. “Hey … I didn’t sympathize with Julia.” I didn’t know her but I’m really sorry.

Dallas’s ironic smile left me speechless.

“Dallas was not my friend.” He replied, raising his tone compared to the lazy voice he had used with the previous talk. His safety was something I did not understand. When he saw the confusion reflected in the wrinkles of my face as he frowned, he took a more relaxed sigh and curved his back as before. “We don’t have friends here, Barbie.” We only have partners to tell our shits to someone and not feel completely alone. I will not deny that his death has impressed me but from there to fuck my humor for an aunt I knew just a year ago, well no.

His lack of sensitivity did not surprise me being honest. That quality seems not to be around here much. Those who did not shout and beat stayed in corros watching as the others did. Practically this place was the jungle where the animals most likely to survive either by their strength or power ruled over the weakest others. The problem was that I didn’t know where it fit because my character was strong and considered me, as humanly possible, brave and decided only that the physicist was never on my side. I was not short but I was not tall and my thin body is not that it will help much in the fight for survival. In clearer terms, I was in shit.

My talk with Dallas didn’t last long after that. Now I was inhaled the suffocating vapors of the showers while I waited patiently for one to leave. I picked up my towel and soap. Afterwards, I got into a ucha and opened the water that was not very hot but at an almost pleasant temperature. Clean all the dirt that had accumulated when matching the library shelves. When I thought I was clean enough to finish my shower session I turned to the hanger to pick up my towel, the problem? That had disappeared. I was no longer hooked on the small hook, I even looked on the floor in the hope that it would only have fallen but for me bad luck I realized soon after. Someone had taken my towel. So, taking a long breath to calm down I left the marble plate and walked towards the white where my things were. What looked like a fucking high school girl joke became something more serious when I realized that my clothes were also not where I had left her.

“Have you seen my clothes?” She looked crazy asking something like that in the midst of so many deranged women but they had given me no choice. Fortunately the tone did not shake me and I could pronounce the words quite firmly. I was upset and my face was a vivid image of it. I adjusted my hands more to my feminine attributes when a girl passed by me and I whistle like a dog. The maniacal laughter soon drilled my head. Getting more nervous at times I decided to hurry into the bathroom cubicle. I clenched my fist and hit the wall with rage. Then, when I had my forehead on the cold plastic of the wall, I could see that a towel stood out from the upper edge of the bathroom. I didn’t even take the time to know if I had or didn’t own it, I caught it quickly, I got involved with it and ran out of there.

The bruised smiles of those women was the last thing I saw before going out the door of the locker room.

With the hand firmly holding the ends of the towel so that it does not go down a centimeter. The main plot seemed crazy. I met two guards in my race to the bedrooms, each one more stupid for his sexist comments that shouted in howls of dogs in heat. My misfortune had a name and it was Akame’s. I had no proof of my accusation but that is, wasn’t it obvious? What surprises me is that it has been lowered to make this kind of funky and childish jokes.

“London!” What does he do for god’s sake?

The governor shouted at me when I raised myself in front of the closed door of my module. And far from looking like a woman who had intentions to help me, I kept seeing my outfit as something scandalous that to judge with her annoyed grimace I would not hesitate to say that I thought I was spoiled. And of course it wasn’t at all.

“Dress up!” His insistence made me roll my eyes.

“That’s what I’m going.” I commented without grace at his repetitively tired attitude.My comment seemed to dislike him too much since he immediately closed his annoying eyes. “My clothes and towel have been stolen.” This one you see here is not mine and I have no idea who it is. Believe me, I don’t want to be that way either, but I don’t lie to him when I tell him that I have nothing else to cover myself with. Can you help me please?”

The governor cabildo a couple of seconds the answer until he turned to the guard and took a good look to open it. I gave the woman a forced smile to feel my gratitude. He approached me and touched my shoulder before entering the module. I followed her behind without expecting that each and every one of the prisoners would find themselves in their leisure time and that they would end up impacting on one’s chest by mistake.

“But what is this little thing we have here?”

A disgusting whisper made him take a small leap backwards. I squeezed the ends of the towel at the moment two men stood in front of me. I toured their tattooed bodies with some disgust but my act only caused them grace. There was a pale redhead who played with his mouth piercing while running through my bare legs. The other, a pretty intense blond who didn’t take his eyes off my scared eyes.

“Hey you bastards!” If you want to make a straw go to the bathroom like everyone else does! ”Out of nowhere a voice that I recognized instantly came between us when he placed himself in front of me covering his disgusting glances. Dallas lifted her chin and with an unfriendly look persuaded them there among more insults that I would not dare to repeat. Then, he turned around and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “You want to die, right?”

A grotesque whistle intervened in my reply.

“Pigs!” Dallas turned to the upper railing and extended her middle finger. The man shook his head at us as he laughed with his companions. Dallas took my arm and dragged me up the stairs to our shared cell. He pressed the button to close the door with his fist clenched. I ran to my bed to put the shed under the pillow. “What did you want to do a model step? Those bastards wouldn’t have hesitated to rape you if there were no cameras …”

“I know, fuck!” exhale exasperating me at times. Shaking my hair in a nervous act. The asphyxiating pressure of my chest did not end until I completely covered my body with the uniform. A rather perverse shiver went through my body when I recreated his eyes on my bare skin. Disgusted, it was the feeling that perfectly described how I felt about those depraved. “But Akame was in charge of reminding me that I owe him a favor with this shit …”

“What?” My answer seemed to surprise him. He opened his eyes erratically when he heard that he pronounced the name of the Asian psychopath. His fingers clenched my forearm madly making me groan at his impromptu act. “You can’t owe anything to Shanghai, for your sake. Solve it.”

Without saying anything else he left me confused. Was he afraid of that woman so much that he began to hyperventilate just by hearing her name? I had no more than a cheap copy of the typical high school thug. I had encountered several throughout my life and the only thing they transmitted to me was a huge shame. They always followed the same pattern were so predictable. First, they were looking for the weak prey to strengthen their security against other people. Second, they believed themselves with sufficient will to rule over others that were not up to it. I had already become accustomed to fear living with my father. So, that woman did not transmit anything to me except a chill session.

The patio sun was falling on my eyes causing what will close them to protect my retinas from light overstimulation. I was breathing the little oxygen that came with the air. I had to calm down if I didn’t want to commit any madness.

He watched with boredom as a pile of ants clustered in a hole in the basketball court, and as they subsequently entered it and disappeared. What envy I had at once, as I would also like to disappear and that the earth swallowed me. Not even Dallas’s whining attitude seemed funny to me when Sole won her hand skillfully.

“Are you Barbie?” A sharp voice startled me instantly. I lifted my head from the ground and watched the girl in front of me. Between I closed my eyes annoyed, not because of the poor girl who had done nothing to me, but because of the stupid nickname with which she had called me. My mother gave me a name for something and not for two brains to come up with a nickname as ridiculous as the nickname of a doll. And by the way, I still don’t understand its origin. “Take this is for you.”

I leave a folded paper on top of my legs and disappeared in a small race. I frowned confused by her shy girl attitude. He was younger than me but not too much. I saw her blond hair disappear when she got inside the building. I grabbed the paper note with my fingers and watched it as if it were an archway that was totally unknown to me. Unfold the note with care not to crack it and read its contents:

Cell 345. At 18 hours.

“What is it?” Dallas’s sudden voice scared me. I closed the note when I noticed that his eyes were directed towards her with curiosity. His body bent so much towards me that his arm was attached to mine. I didn’t understand your attitude, why now

did she behave as if we were friends? I have not forgotten his first day teasing yet. Keep the note in my jacket pocket and get up. Dallas followed me with her gaze.

“Nothing.” Raise your eyebrows in unison so that you drop the subject.

Suddenly, my neck suffered a recreated puncture to alarm me. Then, I looked away at the benches that were hiding at a corner of the great courtyard. I immediately found a feline look that had not stopped looking at me even when I realized that it was. I wrinkled my lips inertia.

His look flooded with hatred didn’t make me turn away from mine. As I said before she didn’t scare me.

Akame got up from the bank slowly. Activate my survival instinct and consequently I took a step towards his direction. However, the brunette turned her gaze a few seconds towards another direction, undid her step and entered the building.

But what?

I followed the direction of his gaze. Dark orbs cut my breath when they noticed my attention to their person. There he was. Giving me a half smile to perceive the redness of my cheeks. I talked to a blond shorter than him, however, he didn’t look away from my agitated body. The intensity of his gaze was so penetrating that incalculable cramps squeezed the mouth of my stomach. He looked in a relaxed position while resting half a body on the wall. The sleeves of his jacket were rolled up leaving his tattoos in sight of any curious who stopped to admire them. And I was. Because my gaze could not stop only on his features. The light reflected on his face and I could better appreciate its appeal compared to the few bathroom lights. It was beautiful. With the perfect proportions to make anyone rave.

His lips gleamed hypnotizingly when his tongue slipped slowly over his handsome ones. I could perceive a glow of mischief in the depth of his dark pupils.In short, he was the man who had most aroused my curiosity, not even the stupid of my ex boyfriend had made me tremble as he did.

Why was everyone afraid of him? Who was? Why do you help me? Millions of questions gathered in my head producing an exciting headache that would end up disappearing when I met them. Was he the one with the mysterious note? I wasn’t crazy, I thought that because the last thing he told me before he disappeared was exactly that, that we would see each other tomorrow.

I don’t know if it was curiosity that controlled my actions or whether Thirteen really demanded my presence. For some strange reason I couldn’t deprive myself of seeing him again. So, I climbed the stairs of the male module while holding my breath for a long time. Clenching the little note into a fist inside my jacket pocket every time I met a couple of nasty looks that surely hadn’t forgotten the incident this morning.

A few minutes later, I reached the corresponding cell, however, when I went to knock on the door, it swung open, leaving me with my hand hanging. A brown boy with his hair down welcomed me. His square jaw moved slightly to the side when he saw me. Its height prevented me from feeling small. Why were Asians so tall? Fuck, it barely reached the middle of my city. Then, I began to suggest with my restless eyes that he will turn away observing in a short period of time what he would find behind him.

“I’m leaving, Thirteen. See you later,” he announced in a soothing tone. He raised his lips to recreate an impromptu smile that resulted in the sweetening of his manly features. At first glance you could see that it was not so intimidating if you took the time to analyze their gestures. Without much more to say, I turn aside to leave the cell. Then, I dare to enter and …

“Oh my god!” I cover my eyes immediately when I visualize the impressive muscles of his back. “P-sorry!” I stutter between abnormal sighs from the scene that deprive my little hands. I hear a hoarse laugh in the background which causes my hands to start to sweat. I should have knocked on the door or just asked if it was available for a talk.

“You know? Many women would pay to see what you now cover with your hands.” I’m not even sure if what I heard was a low moan or simply that her voice is too provocative. The only thing I was aware of was the annoying cramps that accumulated in the lower area of ​​my belly. His fucking voice was such an appealing melody that he would lose his sanity if he lowered his tone that way again. “I know you want to look and it doesn’t bother me.”

How can it not bother you to look at a stranger? And how can he have the nerve to propose something like this if we have barely met only twice? Only something could make it clear and it was the little shame this man had. In addition, the great security he had for his physique, and it was not for less, if I had his, I would also be proud.

“Can you put something on, please?”

My vision was still covered but I could materialize a smile under his glossy lips.

“Do you feel uncomfortable?” He asked through a mischievous attitude. I was not aware of his closeness until I noticed how his breathing warmed my ear. Listen to the wet sound of your lips as you wet them with your tongue. Swallow sharply. By now I should have noticed everything that caused his intimidating attitude in me. Then, his lower lip moistened the shell of my ear when he leaned in to whisper. “Where are you uncomfortable, Blair? Down there maybe?”

My face began to burn under the surface of my palms. My irregular breathing to take a distant rhythm to healthy. God, what a shame. I held a gasp when his big hands slid around my waist, pulling my body toward his. Touching with my knuckles the compaction of his warm and soft chest. The laugh that landed on my fingers was completely disastrous for me, unfortunate tremor. Then, he confidently inhaled my hair just before puffing into my ear.

"It’s time for you to return the favor.”

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NEXT 

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

Left Numb

Dr. Stark is teaching his first class as a college professor. At age 25 and dating Professor Rhodes, nothing is going to be easy for him, but for the students, the semester is definitely looking up. Who knows - maybe they'll learn something way more important than anything else someone could've taught them. For the next semester, enter Tony Stark: teacher.

So, this is a college AU by yours truly that no one asked for. It's way less angsty than the title implies, and I have a lot planned. It's Iron Husbands (TonyxRhodey) so if you don't like that, sorry! I'm including a lot of heros in here I don't know a lot about, so feel free to point out if I mischaracterize them. And send me ideas for chapters if you want to! 

The room was empty, rock music blasting and distorted from somewhere in the distance. The chairs slowly filled up, people looking around in confusion, mutters distorting the air. Soon the music cut off, quite abruptly, and banging could be heard from the side room that it had floated from.

“Shit, you were supposed to remind me!” The door burst open, half of a turned around body appearing, disheveled hair and a bright pink Barbie comb also showing. “Stop it with the hair -- DROP THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER THIS INSTANT!” The body disappeared, the door slamming shut again, and more banging was heard along with several curses. The upper classroom door opened and the students turned, collectively, to see who this latecomer was.

“Professor Potts!” a student exclaimed happily, and the redhead turned with a smile, not noticing the lower side door opening again and a disheveled man slipping out, going to casually lean against the desk in the center of the lecture hall.

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“Why are you interrupting my class, Pepper?” he asked with a smile as she turned to look dubiously at him.

“I doubt I was interrupting anything. I wanted to make sure you actually remembered to show up.” There were some titters at this, and the students glanced around at each other, grinning.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We were having a grand old -- Dum-E I told you to stay put!” He ran over, slamming the slowly opening door shut, and flashed a grin at Pepper. “Time.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure. Be nice to Dr. Stark, class,” she said with an indulgent smile and a shake of her head as she departed.

This was going to be the most interesting class of the semester for many of the students here, and they knew it.

They watched as Dr. Stark puttered around, grabbing himself a coffee from a table in the corner of the room and pulling a Five-Hour Energy from a drawer in his desk, mixing the two together with gusto as he watched them back. “So,” he started with a smile, setting his toxic drink down and picking up a dry erase marker to twirl between his fingers. “A lot of you probably won’t like me.”

“Why is a teenager teaching our class?” Almost too fast to process, the others watched in awe as Stark launched his marker across the room and dead into the forehead of the person who had spoken in a perfect overhand throw, the indignant and pained cry making some of the shocked students clap.

“I’m twenty-five, thank you very much, and it’s because, I’m told, I’m the best there is.”

“He’s told?” Clint muttered, glancing at Steve and Bucky, who both raised their eyebrows and shrugged. They had all been dreading this class, but now it seemed they were in for a treat.

“Anyway, I’m apparently a hard person to like. Eccentric, excitable, argumentative, apparently evil. So yeah, a lot of you probably won’t like me, but that’s fine, because you don’t have to. I’m here to teach you guys something. That being said, I expect you to attend my lectures. If you don’t attend them and end up failing my test, wherein a failing grade is less than a B, I’ll kick you out. If you do attend them, I’m going to try my best to work with you and I understand that you all have a lot going on and are doing your best, so feel free to come to me for questions or help.” He smiled again, picking up his coffee, and cried out as it was knocked out of his hand by a flying projectile -- another marker, some of the students realized. “Rhodey! How could you!”

“I told you to stop drinking that crap.” Professor Rhodes shook his head, descending from the same door Professor Potts had appeared in. “You’re going to kill yourself.”

“I’ll have you know I am perfectly healthy, and you people need to stop interrupting my class.” Rhodes snorted.

“Who else interrupted? Was it Pep? Because I’m sure she was only trying to help.”

“I’m offended Honeybear. Look at all these eager faces.” Some people grinned. Others looked dubious. Bucky had to hold back laughter, even more so when Stark winked at him. “Happy to learn from me. You’re interrupting their education.”

“Sure,” Rhodes drawled, putting his arm around Stark’s waist and pulling him close. “I know you’re doing your best, darling. Just wanted to see how it was going.”

“Why don’t any of you trust me! It’s only fifteen minutes into the first class.”

“We do trust you.”

“You got a weird way of showing it.” Stark shook his head, but he was still smiling. “I can’t believe you won’t let me have my coffee. I need it, you know.”

“That’s not coffee, that’s toxic sludge.”

“It was just coffee!”

“Uh-huh.” Rhodes finally stopped looking at Stark to glance around the room, taking in the students’ faces. “Got a good looking class here.”

“Yes, they are.” Stark wiggled his eyebrows and Rhodes shoved him. “They’re going to be great, I know it. A good first class.”

“Of course they are,” Rhodes answered easily, and Stark didn’t seem to register the subtle threat in the other professor’s voice, but the students definitely did.

“Are they dating?” Scott whispered, leaning over to a girl sitting in front of him. Jane glanced at him before shrugging, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Is it any of our business?”

“Get out of here so I can start teaching already!” Stark shoved at Rhodes, blushing and laughing when the taller male placed a kiss on the crown of his head. “Go! Go!”

“I’m going. Be good for Dr. Stark, class, it’s his first time.” Stark wiggled his eyebrows and Rhodes blushed, glaring. “You are a menace.”

“I’m told.” Steve was looking at Bucky in alarm, who was making sounds akin to choking as he tried to get his laughter under control, Clint clapping like a deranged seal on his other side. Stark smiled at them and Bucky lost it completely, burying his face in Steve’s lap and wheezing. In front of them, Bruce was trying his best not to let his lips quirk into a smile. Rhodes waved as he left, Stark watching him the whole way, leaning over one of the front desks to whisper “I’m tapping that.” The girl snorted, blushing. It was more than Janet ever wanted to know about any of her professors, but she had a feeling she would like Dr. Stark anyway.

“Real catch there, sir.”

“I know,” Stark sighed back with adoration, tearing his eyes away from the empty doorway to look at the girl, who was stifling laughter again. “Hey, you’re Hank’s TA!”

“Yes, sir.”

“I love the paper you wrote last year. Particle physics, man. Not my best area, but that paper was great, absolutely marvelous. Glad to have you.” That drew a genuine grin out of Janet, a soft blush rising on her cheeks.

“Thank you sir.” He smiled, still leaning on her desk.

“You know, Pym doesn’t like me very much.”

“He doesn’t, sir.”

“You know what I think?” he stage whispered again, leaning closer as she smiled and shook her head.

“What?”

“He’s just jealous that I have Rhodey.”

“You know, I did get that impression, sir.” Stark stepped back, laughing uproariously at her response.

“Oh, I like you, Van Dyne! I like you a lot!” He beamed at her, stepping back to go make himself another coffee. Someone grumbled from the other side of the room, and he spoke without turning. “Say one more word, Tiberius Stone. I have a sadly large assortment of Expo markers because apparently that is the go-to gift for new teachers and a penchant to win against Romanoff at darts.” Most of the class turned to look at a frankly stricken young man with a red spot from where the earlier marker had impacted his forehead, looking somewhere between shocked and absolutely furious. Scott was coughing desperately in an effort to hide his laughter while Wade Wilson was actually sobbing into a textbook, Peter beside him looking unashamedly approving. Carol was smirking, already intensely approving of this professor.

“Anyway, right, teaching...” Stark trailed off as banging was heard before he darted to the other side of the room, tearing his office door open and screaming “Dum-E, no! Can I not leave you alone to watch your brothers for one hour?!”

“Well, that was...”

“Interesting?” Bucky tried to finish for Steve as they took a seat at the base of a tree in the middle of the quad, students straggling out of the lecture hall.

“Amazing?” Clint sighed, awestruck at the strange teacher they now had.

“Eccentric,” Steve corrected, still not sure it was quite the right word.

“We shouldn’t be taught by a fuckin’ fag,” Ty muttered as he passed behind their tree, and they all turned to stare at him until he got uncomfortable.

“You’re just jealous you can’t tap that cuz Professor Rhodes has it,” Scott Lang shouted as he passed, arm in arm with Carol Danvers. She snorted, rolling her eyes as Ty made gagging sounds.

“We shouldn’t have to deal with a fucking asshole,” Darcy quipped pleasantly as she shoved past the taller boy. “But you’re here.”

“I can’t believe Fury is letting him teach us.”

“I can’t believe you’re still standing here,” Jane Foster deadpanned, staring him straight in the eye. She seemed to be one of the only people who could intimidate him, and Bruce Banner barked out a laugh as he scampered off and they took seats next to Steve. “Seems like we’re up for a fun class.”

“Did you see those ‘bots?” Scott gushed as he and Carol pulled chairs from one of the patios. “God, they were gorgeous! Fully autonomous AIs, just amazing!”

“Did you see what he was drinking? He’s going to give himself a heart attack, that’s what’s going to happen.” Bruce was ever the worrywart, and flinched when Betty came up behind him and hit him lightly on the head.

“We can’t judge him. I’ve seen what some of you people eat. He’s young, and it’s his first time, let him be.”

“The only thing I was judging was that fine ass,” Wade commented as he dropped to the ground, Peter kicking his leg and getting an “ow!”.

“That is so disgusting,” Doreen said as she dropped down next to him, punching him in the arm and munching in peanuts. “He’s like five years older than us and our teacher. You’re gross, Wade.”

“He would see it as flattery, trust me,” Sharon said with a smile as she dropped into Carol’s lap, letting Darcy lean against her leg so she could braid her hair. “He practically preens in any sort of praise.”

“You know him” Steve asked, a bit surprised. Bucky hit him with his shoulder.

“She’s his cousin, dude.”

“You kept this amazing man from us!” Scott shouted in indignation as he lept up from his seat, pointing. “You kept his ‘bots from me!”

“He’s a quiet person. Kinda shy around people. Professor Rhodes has helped him a lot with that.” Sharon just shrugged, massaging Darcy’s scalp while Jane took out her laptop and started typing away.

“They look good together,” Peter said offhand, trying to keep Wade from scribbling on him with a pen. “How long they been together?”

“They’ve known each other awhile. Started dating about a year back.” Sharon smirked. “He promised I could be best man at their wedding.”

“You better make me your plus one,” Carol teased, poking her side.

“Like hell.”

“Anyway, did you guys hear about Sue and Reed?”

It was going to be a very interesting semester.

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