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yandere--stuck · 3 years

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Bad Blood - Yandere!Batman x Reader x Yandere!Joker

It wasn't just The Joker who had been watching you. And to a point, you were aware of that.

After all, that just came with the territory of being a minor celebrity within Gotham city. It wasn't often that those considered "famous" in Gotham didn't either have connections to the mafia or were locked up within Arkham or Blackgate.

As a reporter, you were watched on the news, on the streets - occasionally approached by fans, at parties where you mingled with your peers or made connections. All rather normal, really.

But, there were times when you could just feel it in your bones. You were being watched.

Like in the dark of night, the moon following you on your walk home. Alone. When the light from street lamps bathed everything in orange. The streets empty, the occasional car zooming by. It was then that you had felt watched.

It was understandable, something innate in humans, to feel frightened of the dark and the paranoia of being alone. Our imaginations run wild, and we trick ourselves into thinking that there's something out there with us. Someone following our every move, hiding just out of sight. But, no matter how many times you swore you were being watched, nothing ever happened. No muggings, no stalkers, no threats. When you got back to your apartment, unlocking and then re-locking all six of the locks on your door, you were able to let out a sigh of relief - it was just your own paranoia getting the best of you. You weren't being followed. You could relax, knowing that it was all in your head.

But, it wasn't.

Your paranoia wasn't unfounded. The shiver of your spine at the feeling of being watched wasn't your mind tricking itself. But, of course, even when you'd turn around to try and spot someone, something, you hadn't been able to see him. He had hid in the shadows and crouched atop rooftops, keeping watch over you.

He had done so every night. The moment you left the studio, to when you started your walk, and then headed home. He even stuck around to peer through your window, making sure you were truly safe. It wasn't something any of the Robins or Oracle knew about - it wasn't something they had to know. Well… It's not like he exactly lied about what he was doing during the alotted time of your walk home. But, he also didnt want to admit it, either - not that he thought what he was doing was wrong, but… He just didn't want anyone to be worried. To get the wrong idea. And it rarely took time out of his nightly patrol, just fifteen minutes. It wasn't a big deal.

He was just protecting you. That was just his job. He was supposed to protect the people of Gotham. To protect you. He just had a… Fixation, that's all. And when Bruce gets fixated on something, it's like pulling teeth for him to keep away.

Bruce met you like he does with most reporters - at a charity event. He had seen your stories on the news a few times beforehand, and braced himself for the usual song and dance - Vicki Vale trying to score something on the record for something much juicier and personal than the cause he was donating to, or perhaps Jack Ryder trying to rile him up to get him to throw a fit for a story. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when you treated him like an actual person. Sure, it could be that you were off the clock - but really, when were reporters ever really off the clock?

Most people would bend over backwards to get themselves into Brice Wayne's good graces. But, you… You talked to him like he was no different than anyone else. Maybe a bit reserved, but you had only just met, after all. In spite of this, Bruce found himself able to relax, chatting with you about the party, about your days up to then, your different careers. Bruce felt like he could actually be himself. With you, he wasn't Batman, nor was he billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. He was just… Himself.

Him and you.

He decides to stick by your side most of the evening, you and him talking long into the night. About your lives, your worries, your hobbies, your interests. It had been so long since he talked about such personal things with someone, even Alfred. And you understand. You understand his worries of responsibility, the weight of the world among his shoulders, you understand the suffocation of isolation, you under his inability to move on from the trauma of his past, try as he might. You understand. Of course you do…

You acted as someone to vent to. A listening ear. You offered up advice, even if you might not have the right answers to his problem. Sure, you might not know the full extent of his stress, but it's the thought that counts. It's almost like this night was made for you and him.

Something like, fate - that is, if Bruce had actually believed in something like that.

After that night, he found himself making a point to watch you on the news. The way you talked on the television is how you talked with him that night. Personable, comfortable, familiar. You might not be talking to him directly, but it warms his heart and staves off the icy chill of loneliness.

He went out of his way to find you during other important, publicized events. Most likely, you probably thought it was a coincidence that you kept finding yourself in his company. You most likely thought him as just an acquaintance, nothing more… But, oh, you meant so much to him.

And, oh, when you talked about Batman? Knowing that it was him you were talking about (even if you had no idea)... He'd be lying if it didn't make him a bit flustered. Your praises, the way you saw him as an inspiration, hoping after every mission that he was alright… And when you look into the camera and say to him, to Batman, through the screen, that you wish him a nice night and to be safe…?

God. He was smitten. And, really, that was his biggest mistake.

Feelings just made things complicated. He had learned that a long time ago. That everything he touched and loved was inevitably destroyed. It's why he works alone more often than not. He doesn't want someone getting hurt because of him ever again. Bruce has enemies, and Batman has even more.

Even if he had tried to reach out to you as Bruce, as himself, who's to say you would have wanted to be with him? Why would someone like you want Bruce Wayne - someone who most of Gotham portrayed as an immature playboy who never got over the death of his parents. While the second part wasn't exactly wrong, the whole playboy thing was just a diversion. But, how in the hell was he supposed to explain that?

It was easier to just let you go. You'd be happier, and more importantly, safer without his presence in your life.

So, he satiated himself on watching you, protecting you from the shadows, and kept himself sane by rewatching footage of you he's stashed within your home and around your apartment building. If he adored you from afar, that wouldn't hurt anything, right?

… But now, he's wishing he had just taken the chance. He had been good, had left you alone.

And he watched as the helicopter you were in was shot down. Watched as the recording cut off. Heard as you screamed at the top of your lungs. He replayed what he had seen over and over in his mind, losing himself. Bruce had gone so tense in disbelief and grief and rage that by the time Alfred had brought him back to reality, his nails had dug into the armrest of his loveseat.

He had insisted to himself later that night that investigating the scene of the crime wasn't fueled by personal connection or any feelings he may have. It was Batman's job. And if he ignores all the other bodies in favor of one that is presumed to be yours, it's just because he notices something different about it from the other's, that's all.

The body was decomposed far beyond that of the others, and had been exposed to the elements longer than the others. And to add onto that, the DNA sample Bruce had collected was matched with a body that had been gone missing from Gotham General.

Bruce's heart fluttered with hope and relief. You were alive, you had to be. But, just as quickly, realization crashed into him. If you were alive, it's only because Joker wanted you to be.

... What was he doing to you?

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You stared down at the meal the Clown Prince of Crime had prepared for you - well, if you could call heating up a frozen dinner "preparing". It's not like you were exactly in a place to complain, though, considering the predicament you were stuck in.

Counting the time you had spent unconscious and Joker getting you situated and up to speed, it was most likely a few hours since the incident. You were feeling rather hungry… But, in spite of all of The Joker's lovey-dovey talk, you weren't quite sure if you could trust him to not serve you poisoned food. Even worse, however, was that you were still tied up - meaning the clown had to feed you, and you were even more unsure that he wouldn't kill you if you refused to eat.

In spite of the circumstances, and the dingy place you were trapped in, it wasn't exactly the worst. Hell, Joker had even lit up some candles for some mood lighting. Not exactly the worst "date", you had been on, sadly enough.

"Ready for some grub?" The Joker lurched into view, straightening his tie as he shot you a grin. "You must have worked up quite an appetite by now, considering all the excitement!"

You smiled in return, hoping it didn't look too strained as you nodded. You watched as he got his utensils ready, cutting up some of the food into smaller bites. You kept especially close attention on the hand holding a knife - though, it wasn't like you had any way to flee if he had decided to turn it on you.

The Joker stabbed at the food with a fork, setting down the knife, as he moved to raise your meal to your lips, while you attempted not to turn your head away. The fork approached closer and closer, and you tried to rid your mind of awful thoughts, like an eye being ripped out of its socket, implanted on the fork's tongues. But, then, The Joker suddenly stopped.

"Oh, silly me! I almost forgot," The Clown Prince set down the utensils, digging into the inside of his suit. With a flourish, he unveiled a bright, colorful, and clearly plastic flower, holding it out to you. "A present for you, m'dear! Go on, take a whiff."

You shook in your seat. Oh, God. You knew exactly where this was going. He had played you this whole time, like predators played with their food. He had made you think he had developed this obsession with you and managed to lull you into a false sense of security. And just when you were sure you were going to make it out of this situation alive, he planned to hit you with his trademark laughing gas and watch as you died.

You held back tears, shivering with fear and despair. And The Joker looked so happy, so encouraging. You were going to die. You had hit the end of the road.

You leaned forward, taking a breath through your nose-

And jumped, letting out a scream as the ceiling caved in, a dark figure crashing through. You whipped your head to face it- and winced as a small stream of water hit your cheek. Blinking once, twice, three times, you slowly turned to the clown and the trick flower in his hand.

Oh. So, it was just a regular trick flower. Not a deadly one. Okay. Okay, yeah. Sure. Great.

Groaning softly, your whole body went limp. You hung your head, shaking it slowly. Whatever. Whatever happened next, you didn't care. You were too exhausted.

"Aw, c'mon, Bats! Don'tcha know it's rude to upstage someone's act?" Joker asked. "Besides, you weren't invited to our little date night..."

...Batman?

From your periphery, you could see it. See him.

Oh, thank God. Thank fucking God. You were saved! Batman was going to save you!

All the tiredness seemed to instantly fade as you were overwhelmed with adrenaline and relief. You were saved. You were saved. Batman was going to save you. Batman was going to protect you and make sure you were all right. You didn't have to worry or be scared anymore. Batman would do all of the worrying for you.

"You broke out of Arkham, killed innocent people, and kidnapped the sole survivor after almost killing them, as well," Batman seethed, his voice a growl. "You're going back to Arkham, and I'll be taking them with me, where they'll be safe."

"Hey! First off, the whole helicopter thing wasn't me, it was one of my boys. Well… To be fair, I had intended on killing them when we downed the thing, but eh, two birds with one stone, I suppose. I wouldn't even have been mad about it, if my darling reporter here hadn't almost been hurt in the crash," The Joker moved behind you, making you seize up as he grasped your shoulders, massaging them slightly. "And really, Bats, if this is some kind of jealousy thing, you could always just ask to share."

"You're insane." Batman spat.

"Babes, you really need to get some better material," The Clown tutted. "And I was being honest! I'm actually trying to communicate here," You were suddenly spun around, locking eyes with your hero. You shuddered as the Joker nuzzled you from behind, unable to stop your face from heating up. "What do you think, darling? How's about a three-way date with me and the big bad Bat?"

"I… I-I-" You stuttered, unable to get a coherent thought put as you burned with embarrassment.

Could anyone blame you for having a little crush on Batman? You'd bet a good majority of Gothamites felt the same toward their dear Dark Knight. Hell, you'd even bet that some of the Rogues that the Caped Crusader went up against had feelings for him. It was pretty obvious the Joker did, at least.

And the Joker… He was a monster. A criminal. But, the time you've spent with him… Well, you could better understand how Dr. Quinnzel fell for the man. Despite your knowledge of the horrible crimes he committed, the way he treated you so kindly, it was hard to not get flustered, to not feel special. It was hard to ignore his humor, his affection for you, his pet names, his sweet gestures- no, no. This- this was ridiculous. You had to stop. You weren't thinking straight.

"Get your hands off of them!" The Bat spat.

"But I don't wanna!" Joker let out an exaggerated whine, before descending into giggles. Painted lips brushed against your neck. "Besides, I don't think they want me to…"

You felt hypersensitive, the brush of the Clown's lips drawing a whine from your throat.

Your eyes shot open wide as a pained scream ripped from Joker. You turned as best you could, watching the man stumble back, clutching his hand - a batarang sticking piercing through it, blood bubbling up from the wound and dripping to the floor.

The Joker hissed, bristling with rage. "Bats, why you-!"

In an instant, Batman shot put his batclaw, the claw digging into The Joker's suit, before retracting. The Joker stumbled as he rocketed forward, his face immediately colliding with Batman's fist. Before he could fall back, the Dark Knight caught him by the throat and squeezed. The Clown wheeled and coughed in shock at the closing of his windpipe and his desperation to breathe. The Bat slowly lifted another fist - and hit the other man so hard that even you winced. You watched as Joker fell onto his back with a low groan. The Batman stood above him, glowering and breathing heavily as he looked down on his nemesis.

"Batsy, babe… Ya know I love it when you play rough, but Jesus, warn a guy first, will ya?" The Joker laughed wearily, seemingly in a daze.

Sneering, Batman grabbed his nemesis by his coat, tossing him aside onto his stomach. His foot came down to stomp onto his arm, making the other man whimper, and the Bat reached down to rip the batarang free from his hand, and in turn, ripping a scream from Joker's throat. Pulling out a pair of batcuffs, the Caped Crusader roughly restrained the man's arms, before lifting him to his feet.

"Careful with the merchandise…" The Joker grumbled.

With a second pair of cuffs, the Bat attached one of the cuffs to the Joker's ankle, the Clown laughing as he attempted to kick at the Bat to heed his progress, and then the other to a metal support pillar protruding from the floor.

And then, in the next instant, Batman was at your side, diligently working to free you from the shackles that bound you. As the restraints loosened, you took in a deep breath before letting out a shuddering sigh. You tried to stand, only for your legs to give out from under you - you had spent so long in that position that your legs had fallen asleep - but it was okay. Batman caught you. He caught you and he held you and pulled you into a hug. A gloved hand petted your hair soothingly.

"It's okay. You're safe, you're okay," The Bat rumbled. "I've got you."

This. This was what you loved most about The Batman. As much as he was revered for the fear he struck into the heart of evil, how he acted as a phantom in the night, fighting back against the criminals that roamed Gotham in the night… What you loved most was what came after. Your interviews with survivors of criminal attacks are what made you grow a fondness for the Dark Knight. How comforting they said he was. How he reassured them, made them feel safe. When he was there, they knew everything was okay. They knew they were safe. That everything was going to be okay.

Everything was going to be okay.

And you melted into his hold.

He continued to murmur reassurances as he began to massage your legs until the static feeling went away and you found the strength to stand - and even then, he let you lean against him as you walked out into the night together.

"You'll pay for this, Bats," The Joker spat, expression dark… Until he locked eyes with you, and his visage softened. "How about same time next week, love?"

Before you could think of responding, Batman pulled out of the building and far, far away from the madman within.

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Bruce had to fight to keep his driving steady. His body was flooded with adrenaline and his heart rabitted a mile a minute. His entire being felt electric.

He had touched you, held you. And you held him back, reassured and calmed by him. It was everything he had dreamed of. You had leaned against for support and let him help you climb into the batmobile.

He had managed to track The Joker down to one of his usual hideouts that he and Harley stayed at - an old, abandoned amusement park that had been sold to him. Well, would have been sold to him, if he hadn't killed the owner of the property before they could seal the deal.

He kept sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. You, resting your head against the window, eyes shut as you tried to get some rest after everything you had been through. You could rest for as long as you liked. He was here now. Bruce would keep you safe.

Bruce took his usual shortcut into the batcave, driving into a cave opening just outside the manor, and you lifted your head, startled by the sudden turn and shift in light behind your eyes.

"Batman, where are we?"

Home.

You gasped as restraints wrapped over your ligaments, tying you down to the seat.

Bruce knew this was wrong. But, after such a long career as the Batman, he had learned that he often had to do the wrong thing in order to get the right outcome. He really wished there was any other way… But, you had a target on your head now. You'd be safe with him. He'd keep you deep within the batcave and visit you often.

You sputtered, eyes wide with shock and disbelief and… Betrayal. Bruce hated the thought of you looking at him like that. He leaned over, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead. He felt you shiver under his touch.

He'd get you settled and comfortable. He'd reveal his true self to you at some point, but that was for later. You had been through enough for one night.

"You're safe now." Bruce lied promised. "I've got you."

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theonewiththefanfics · 3 years

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Paranoid (one-shot)

Synopsis: Loki wasn’t paranoid. I mean, that was before he met the Reader. Ever since then, all day every day he can only think of her, what she’s doing, where she’s going and what’s happening to her. All because she’s a grade A dumb ass.

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, maybe toiny bit of angst

Warnings: Reader has one brain cell and even that is not used, swearing, a lil bit of sad thoughts and general idiocy.

Word count: 3430

He was paranoid about her. Always. With every step he took. No exceptions. And it wasn’t how you might think. He’s not paranoid she might find someone better even though he thinks she deserves it. He’s not paranoid to have his heart broken and smashed into pieces because she carries it on velvet palms wherever she goes. No. It’s just that Y/N has quite the knack of getting hurt. And she’s been out on a mission for a month. Without any contact. So it was safe to say Loki was more than worried.

You could say he’s overreacting, but when it comes to his girl, it’s pretty much in the range. In fact, this is the calmest and collected Loki had been during the thirty-two days she was away, all because Y/N was finally coming home, and he could lay his green eyes upon her body to assess the damage.

When they had first met, Loki had had no idea what kind of a tornado he’d let in his life. Even the Black Widow had warned him about the woman before there had been any inclination something more than a friendship could bloom.

“She’s an absolute dumb-ass without a survival instinct,” Nat had said through a laugh, a beer bottle pressed against her rouged lips. “Honestly, I can only hope you two get put together on a mission just so you could see how big of an idiot she is. Bigger than Scott, and that’s saying something.”

In the meantime, Y/N was laughing away, head thrown back and eyes closed. “No,” she’d pointed at the redhead after nearly choking on her coffee as she pressed a tissue against the liquid that had dribbled down her chin. “I do have a survival instinct. I just don’t have a self-preservation instinct.”

“And what’s the difference?” the Asgardian prince’s black eyebrow rose in question.

“When shit goes down, I do try to, you know, get out in somewhat of a single piece. It’s the before it happens that I don’t do.”

“You mean thinking?”

Y/N clapped her hands in excitement. “Exactly! I don’t do the thinking bit!”

That should’ve been his warning for what kind of chaos she’d bring to his life.

It started off small with her inability to walk into the adjoined kitchen area without stubbing a toe or bruising the side of her hip against the countertop. Then it evolved into him noticing how Y/N didn’t press the button to release her toast when she thought it was in at prime toastiness level, instead, she grabbed a fork and full-on jammed it down there (DON’T DO THAT), not caring whether she’d get electrocuted or blow out the fuses in the facility. It escalated all the way to her getting trapped in an ex-Hydra base, and her first thought being not to use the window as an escape route, but rather line the sides of the room with explosives and bring the whole floor down while she hid underneath a table. He was genuinely surprised Y/N was still alive.

But with the chaos also came serenity. She’d sneak into his room with glimmering eyes and a new book in hand, slipping under Loki’s cold sheets to lay against him and explain why the new piece of literature was ‘the actual shit’ and ‘if he didn’t read it right at that moment, she’d gouge his eyes out cause he didn’t deserve them.’

Obviously, they were empty threats, and as Loki rolled the before mentioned green eyes, he’d gently take the book out of her hands while Y/N quickly scurried out of the room to come back five minutes later with two teacups in hand.

Y/N would snuggle up against him and listen to how his voice expertly wove the words into the story, but one time it was different. The day on which the nature of their relationship had flipped upside down, had followed the same routine they’d been having for around three months since they’d become friends, but then not even ten minutes later he felt her wet tongue completely press against his bare shoulder. By that point, after everything she’d done, he didn’t even question it, simply turned the page.

“Did you burn your tongue on the tea, darling?”

“Noube,” she muffled out not letting her tongue off of his chilled skin.

“You know there’s another way I could cool it down.”

“Eah? Ike aht?”

“I could kiss it better.”

Instantly Y/N had peeled herself off from him and stared at the god, the pink muscle hanging out of her mouth like a dog’s on a hot summer day. Loki just stared at the wall.

He hadn’t meant for those words to escape him; he’d actually always meant to suppress his feelings for the girl until the day the world stopped spinning. In fact, that’s what he’d been doing ever since she’d returned from a mission in East India seven months prior, battered and bruised and his heart had lifted to the heavens at the sight of her simply smiling and breathing.

Loki could hear her swallow harshly, and then she whispered, “don’t offer something you won’t go through with.”

His head snapped to look at her because the tone wasn’t the teasing lilt he’d gotten used to. This woman sitting half-covered by his black bedsheets was no longer the self-assured, confident and no-shit’s-given person he’d grown to love. This woman was looking at him with fear of rejection and yet unmistakable hope in her eyes.

Slowly he closed the book, not even caring to mark the page he was left on and put it on the side of the bed before leaning over and without hesitation cupping Y/N’s cheeks and pressing their lips together and they sagged against one another at the euphoric feeling.

Her hands in his hair felt like paradise as she cradled his head in an attempt to pull him closer, and she gasped when he did slip his tongue in her mouth, eagerly accepting the intrusion. But then she just had to ruin the moment by snorting in his face, though Loki couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on his own.

“What? What’s so funny?”

Y/N scrunched her nose. “Your tongue’s really cold.”

“It did the trick though, right?”

She looked like she was pondering it for a bit, and in the meantime slid her legs up so they were now wrapped around his waist. “Dunno. Might need another treatment. You know, so we’re sure it’s cured.”

He didn’t argue for even a second because Loki couldn’t believe his life at that moment. It was filled with giggles, and short breaths as they stole kisses from one another as much as possible, and soft caresses that sometimes turned into biting fingers that dug in the other’s sides whenever a teasing remark slipped past their swollen lips.

His heart flipped in his chest when Y/N threw her head back in a cackle, exposing her neck to him where he laid loving kisses.

He’d never been more scared of a feeling.

He was terrified of how easily she’d gotten ahold of his heart.

But fuck him, if Loki didn’t love it and wouldn’t dive headfirst into it again.

Though now, when she’d finally returned home after the mission, he was kind of regretting it as Y/N was being wheeled off the Quin-jet on a gurney, one of the hands that had so tenderly braided his hair just a month ago now limp over the side of the stretcher as the other covered a hole in her side that was oozing blood.

White-hot fury blazed through his veins, as he saw the Captain step down the track and onto the landing pad, though fortunately for the blond super-soldier, the god didn’t get to him as he decided to follow Bruce and Tony who were taking Y/N to the med bay. But even knowing the love of his life was being treated by the best of the best, didn’t pacify him especially when they refused him entry into her room.

“Loki, Loki, calm down,” Nat, who’d been on the mission with Y/N and Steve, pushed against his chest to keep the god away from busting through the door. “They won’t let anyone in until she’s been stitched up, but it’s nothing big… I mean on her scale. She just decided to be dramatic and passed out on her way back.”

He wanted to fight, he wanted to make each person that stood between them crumble underneath him, but he knew it wouldn’t do him or Y/N any good. Loki huffed, letting his shoulders drop and then pressing his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose. “How bad?”

“Umm, Marrakesh level, so, nothing too lethal.”

“By Valhalla,” Loki dragged a hand across his face. “That woman will kill me one day. Not directly, no, but I’ll have a heart attack just because of her recklessness.”

Nat snorted and crossed her arms. “I did warn you.”

“Not enough.”

“Hey, don’t blame me! You were the one that fell in love with her.”

That Loki didn’t have a comeback for, so instead, he just huffed and plopped down into one of the chairs that lined the wall outside of the med bay.

“Our lives would be quite dull without her though,” Nat said, joining the god on the chairs and releasing a restrained groan, as she shuffled into the seat. She most likely had a dislocated hip but had practically bitten Steve’s head off when he told her to go and get checked. She, just as much as Y/N’s boyfriend, needed to know their firecracker was alright.

“Yeah,” Loki sighed. “If only she had one more brain cell in that head of hers, maybe we could live in somewhat of a peace.”

Not even two minutes later, Tony threw open the doors and allowed them to enter, but by that point, everyone had heard the arrival of their teammates, and they wanted to check on them. For example, Thor wanted to see if Loki had murdered anyone yet, but as it turned out, he didn’t need to worry about that. Instead, he needed to worry about his brother’s girlfriend.

“Loki!” Y/N squealed seeing the raven-haired god come into her hospital room. “That’s ma man!” she said to Bruce, who only rolled his eyes already used to the way the woman was while coming out of it. “It’s ma Loki Loki, bo-boki, Banana-fana fo-foki, Fee-fi-mo-moki, Loki!”

She dramatically pointed at the other god standing beside him.

“Oh, and that’s his brother Thor, Thor, bo-bhor, Banana-fana fo-fohr, Fee-fi-mo-mohr, Thor!” Her hands slapped against her cheeks as she squeezed them and wiggled them up and down making her words shake. “My-y-y-y-y fa-a-a-a-a-a-ce fee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ls li-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ke cotto-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n.”

“That’s 'cause you’re high,” Tony said.

Y/N was instantly on it. It was like she was on crack and on steroids and a sugar rush while at the same time doing a hundred miles an hour. “Hello, High. I’m dad.”

Tony looked at the ceiling in despair. “That’s not how that even works.”

“Why’s she like that?” Loki asked sitting down next to Y/N on the bed, who suddenly busied herself with the reflections of the sun the golden cufflinks of his shirt sleeves threw. Especially as his face went to caress her cheek, but she grabbed his wrist in a white-knuckling grip and moved it in certain angles to create reflections on the walls.

The billionaire sighed. “We gave her a sedative cause when we started to stitch her up, she woke up and almost kicked Bruce in the nuts, but after a little breakdown of the situation by Steve, it turns out there was some gas involved in the mission, and I guess the combination of the two chemicals have flung her in the stratosphere.”

That wasn’t a good word, as it turned out it was almost like Bucky’s trigger words, given how Y/N immediately screeched out, “Walking on air, living in the Stratospheeeeeeeeeeeeere!”.

“Wow,” Nat sighed. “Mutemath would hate her.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at the redhead. “You’re mute math, how ‘bout that? No one likes to be name called, you bully.”

“Yeah, okay,” the redhead chuckled as she patted Y/N’s foot. “You’ll survive. I’m gonna have a nap.” And with that she left limping on her way, Steve following so he could scold her into getting her hip put into place by a professional, not by him or Clint.

One by one the rest of the team did as well, knowing that they could rest with easy hearts as Y/N was safe, stitched up and sound. Well, as sound as being completely drugged up could be.

Tony checked her vitals one more time before turning to Loki, who’d refused to leave her on her own, one, because he loved her and wanted to know she was alright, two, because he didn’t trust normal Y/N to not do stupid things, let alone this version.

“Speaking of naps,” Tony said, “if she doesn’t pass out in the next ten minutes please do your mumbo jumbo and make her. She needs rest. I’ve put in some pain meds with a sleepy side effect, so hopefully, she’ll be out like a light in no time.”

Loki sighed, as he felt Y/N rub her cheek against the silken material of his shirt. “Of course.”

With that, the billionaire left, muttering something about how her generation would be the last generation if they didn’t stop being so stupid. Not that Loki would disagree, his girlfriend being a prime example of that.

Y/N hummed Loki’s name quietly, which made him look down at the love-sick puppy dog eyes she was giving him. A gentle smile appeared on his face.

“Yeah, darling?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, snuggling against his side. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he muttered, kissing the top of her head. “Do you wanna lay down?”

She scoffed looking up at him and tried to shove him off the bed, confusion riddling his face until Y/N said, “I have a boyfriend who I love very much. I’ll cut you before I sleep with you.”

“Yeah.” Loki groaned standing up. “Alright.” Green seidr appeared to weave around his arms, and with a flick of his fingers, her eyes started to drop closed as she slid down the sheets and snuggled up in the place where Loki had been sitting.

He dragged a hand down his face and huffed, plopping his body in the armchair which was in the room deciding to sleep for a bit until Y/N woke up. Although he was a god and didn’t need as much rest as mortal people did, he’d sure as Hel need all the energy he could gather because once his girlfriend was awake it’d be chaos all over.

Loki didn’t get much rest though when a light touch on his shoulder disturbed him from his sleep.

Slowly his eyes fluttered open, mouth stretching in a smile as Y/N’s face looked down on him with a happy expression.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.”

“Hello, dove,” he muttered, kissing the inside of her palm. “You up?”

She nodded, whispering, “Yeah. But do you think you could help me with all these wires? I wanna go to our room.”

Her words were what hit him, making Loki jump up, realising Y/N was out of the bed when she was supposed to be resting.

Gingerly, despite all the protests from her mouth, he took her under the legs and put her back in the hospital bed.

“But – “

“I will tie you down here if you try to step out again.” His voice was deep and filled with a threat he fully intended to fulfil, but Y/N in her Y/N fashion just wiggled her eyebrows and Loki handed a carton of juice and stabbed the top with a straw.

“Kinky. I like it. But let’s leave it for our own private time.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose had become a motion Loki was now all too familiar with. Not even after all the time, he’d put up Thor’s bullshit had he had to do that. He was quite certain his fingers had left indents on his skin.

“What happened on the mission?” he asked, placing a pudding cup and a spoon on the nightstand.

“Dude came out of nowhere,” Y/N said sipping on her apple juice. “Like he just appeared behind me and stabbed me in the side. Talk about rude, right.”

“You need to be more careful.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow. “I am careful. ‘S not like I go out to get stabbed on purpose.”

But Loki’s tone had lost all lightness, as she exasperated. “No, I need you to be more careful.”

“I am. I –“ but she didn’t get a chance to finish as Loki racked a frustrated hand through his hair, snapping at her. “No, you’re the most reckless person I’ve ever met and you think getting stabbed and inhaling chemicals is not a big deal, but it is, and I can’t do this anymore… I can’t lose you.”

And although it was said with anger and frustration, Y/N could see the underlying pain and fear. His family had all but abandoned him, and we’re not talking about his biological one. All he had left was Thor, and Loki would never admit it out loud, he dreaded the day his brother would disappear from his life.

“Loki.” She took one of his hands and pressed a kiss to his cold knuckles. “You could never lose me.”

A bitter chuckle settled between them as he looked up at her. “But I could. You’re so carefree and fluttery while doing things that could kill you, it scares me half to death.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But I have to.”

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

“Because if I don’t all the darkness will just settle on me, and I’ll never be able to get out of it.”

Loki squeezed her hand in encouragement, and after taking a deep breath Y/N elaborated. “I try to ease myself with the thought that I’m saving people, and helping humanity, but at the end of the day, I’m still taking lives. It’s not like they, you know, the bad guys’ think they’re the bad guys. They’re not doing it because they think they’re evil. They’re fighting for what they think is right. That doesn’t mean it is, but we’re all villains in someone else’s stories, and if I start thinking of it, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.” A shuddery exhale left her lips, and this time it was Loki taking a hold of her hand. “I need to let myself be a bit crazy. Because if I don’t, I don’t know how I’ll go on. I promise I don’t do it because of some wish to get killed in the process. It’s just that… it makes it easier to look at the world, to not think for a moment about the bad.”

“Can you just promise me something?” Loki’s tone was soft as a feather’s touch as he sighed, understanding where she was coming from. More than once his own dark thoughts tended to overcome him, but in his world, it was Y/N who brought in the light to dissipate them. He hadn’t gotten to the point where he could do it himself, so he supposed he had to at least be happy she’d found a way to fight them off herself, even if it made him fear for her.

Y/N nodded. “Anything.”

“Just – just try to think before you do anything.”

That set both of them off into a fit of giggles as she raised their clasped hands and pressed a kiss to his cold one. “I can try.”

“Promise.”

“I promise to try. Though, I’d say don’t get disillusioned. I’m still the same crazy person you met before.”

A soft smile graced Loki’s, face and he brought Y/N’s hand to his lips where he pressed a kiss to her warm skin. “Wouldn’t want it any other way. Though, as much as I doubt, you’ll heed my request, you could do one thing for me?”

“And what’s that?”

“Stop jamming forks in the toaster.”

“Absolutely not!” she scoffed. “How else am I supposed to get the bread out?”

“You wait for it to be done!”

“It takes too fucking long!”

Although Loki would fight tooth and nail to somehow keep Y/N safe and would use everything in his arsenal to make sure she took care of herself, he’d never change her even if it made him paranoid.

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A/N: I hope everyone’s staying home and is alright during these crazy times.

I’m back writing for ma boy Loki (I had a dream about that Loki - Tom Hiddles look-alike that is on TikTok that we were cuddling, so I’m on a Loki and Tom lovin’ wave)

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The best of friends

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: The dreaded weekend has arrived. It goes as well as you expected, but you made some new friends.

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First of all, let it be known that you tried oh so desperately to get out of this situation.

You tried to feign an illness, Bruce deemed you okay. You said you were supposed to be training with Steve, Bucky said he was on a mission. Hell, you even tried to get into trouble and be grounded, but your dad saw right through it.

“Y/n, why don’t you wanna go with Peter and his friends?” He asks, slightly irritated but mostly worried.

“Because...” You don’t answer the question. Instead opting to look around the common room and avoid eye contact.

“Because what? You love hanging out with Peter.” Then he mumbles,” Maybe a little too much”

You were going to defend yourself, but then you realized you had one more trick up your sleeve.

“It’s just...I realized that I haven’t really spent time with you.” You look at your dad with big eyes,” Ever since I met Pete, we’ve been hanging out almost every weekend, we rarely have any father-daughter time”

Tony’s face softens,” Well, you’re not wrong..”

Yes! He took the bait!

“Oh what the hell, Spiderling can just come over next weeke--”

“Tony!” Oh no..

“Hey Pep, I was just planning a daddy- daughter day with Y/n”

She looked at you apologetically, “I’m sorry sweetie, but your dad seems to have forgotten that we have a meeting to attend”

God damnit.

“I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to go.” He pouts as Pepper drags him away. He turns to you, “ Kid, just go with Peter today, we can spend some time together tomorrow or something, OW Pep I’m coming!!”

You sigh, looking at the time and realizing that you had two hours to get ready. You slowly walk to your room, freading every step you take. On your way there you bump into Wanda. Literally.

“Oh sorry Wanda” You mutter, it’s still a little awkward between you two.

“It’s okay.” She smiles,” Are you alright, you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” Ironic.

You sigh, and tell her about your plans with Peter and how he invited Liz and his friends.

“So, you’ve finally realized your feelings for the Spider boy.”

You choke hearing her words,” Wh-what?! Who said anything about feelings?”

She looks at you with a bored face,” You do know I can basically read your mind right? Besides, I don’t have read your mind to see you like each other. It pretty obvious all on it’s own.”

You look down, “ I don’t know, you should have seen his face when he saw Liz...”

It was silent for a second, then Wanda’s face grew a look of determination, “ Okay, then we’ll make him realize how much he likes you.”

With those words, she pulled you along into your room.

“When did she get so strong?” You thought to yourself, surprised at how easily she was able to maneuver your body.

Once you were in your room, she made for your closet.

“Boys are stupid” She said, going through all your clothes, “ They don’t realize they want something until someone else wants the same thing.”

“So..where exactly are you going with this?” You ask cautiously. Then she pulls out an oversized t shirt, biker shirts, and some sneakers.

“Everytime you see Peter, you’re bare faced and in sweats. And while there's nothing wrong with that, I know that you want Peter to recognize you was a potential partner, yes?”

You nod,” Yes, but what does dressing up have to do with anything?”

Wanda rolls her eyes,” Right now, he sees you as a friend. His buddy that he sees only on the weekend, away from his ‘normal’ life. You want to break that notion.”

You nod along, everything she says is making sense. Even if Peter is a little touchy with you, it seems to be very subconscious. You want him to look at you the way he looks at Liz. You want that silly smile he gives her to be aimed at you.

Besides, it has been a while since you got the chance to dress up.

You smile at Wanda, “ You know, you’re really fun to hang out with.”

She blushes at your words,” It's nice to have a girl to hang out with. Put on your clothes then call me, I’ll help you with your make up.” Then she walks out of your room, softly closing the door. You never realized it before, but Wanda really does keep to herself and Pietro. She’ll talk to Vision or Steve every once in a while, but it's pretty rare. Maybe you both weren’t so different after all...

You smile as you change, your talk with Wanda helped ease your anxiety for the moments. You decide to do your hair in your favorite hairstyle. Then you picked out some necklaces, the gold meshing perfectly on your brown skin. Then you called Wanda back in.

“Beautiful, Parkers not going to know what hit him” She says with a smile, “I know you don’t wear much makeup on a regular day, so how about this?”

She pulls up a picture on pinterest. You smile, she really looked up ‘black girl makeup’ on pinterest for you.

“I love it. I have some falsies I use for galas in my makeup bag.”

So you and Wanda spend the next thirty minutes doing your makeup. It really was fun. The two of you laughed and giggled at each other, sang along to the music playing in the background, and talked about anything and everything.

When you were finally done, you stared at yourself in the mirror. It was weird. Sure, you’ve been dressed up before, but that was usually when you went to fancy dinner parties with your dad. This was a whole other thing.

“You’re missing something.” Wanda says looking at you, “ But I’m not too sure what it is...” Then, Pietro peaks his head in the door.

“Um Wanda, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all ove-” “Pietro! You can’t just walk into a girls room without knocking!” “You’ve been in here for almost two hours how was I supposed to Kn--”

You chuckle at the two siblings bickering. It kind of reminded you if you and your dad. For a forty year old man, he really could act like a child.

“Since you’re here, we need a boys opinion” Wanda says cutting off whatever you were thinking about.

“What for?” He asks skeptically, finally realizing that there was another person in the room with them.

“She’s missing something, yes?” She says, pulling you over to them. Your face burns as you feel Pietro's gaze on you. Looking for whatever Wanda claims that was missing.

“That shiny sticky stuff you put on your lips.” He says,” oh and try these” a burst of wind hits your face and blows back Wanda's hair as Pietro runs and comes back with a pair of tiny sunglasses.

“Here.” He places them on your head, “You know, you’re actually really pretty.”

Wanda laughs,” If it doesn’t work out with Peter, you can always date Pietro”

“That's not what I meant!” He says with a blush, “ Are you finally going on a date with the Spider boy?”

You sigh,” No, he invited his crush and his friends to our shopping trip”

Pietro shakes his head,” You should make him jealous.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and you look at him in confusion,” What do you mean?”

“Men want things they can’t have. If you make him jealous, he’ll definitely pay attention to you.” Then his eyes widen, “ Hey! I can dress up like a teenager and--” “NO”

Wanda yells shutting down that idea,” Y/n, don’t listen to my idiot brother.” She hands you the lip gloss,”Now, just make sure to show him what he’s missing, act the way you do when you were with me.”

“Ms. Stark? Mr. Parker is waiting for you in the lobby.”

Wanda and Pietro with you to the elevator

“Good luck Y/n, remember what I said.” Wanda said with a wink.

Pietro smiled as the doors closed, but you could have sworn he smirked at the last minute.

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“Oh well” You think,” Okay, just be yourself, be yourself”

The elevator doors open to reveal MJ and Ned sitting on the lobby chairs. They stand up at the sound of the doors opening.

“Finally, Peter kept-- woah” Ned’s eyes widened at seeing you. “H-hi”

“Hi Ned” You say with a soft smile, “ Wheres Peter?”

“He’s outside waiting for Liz’s mom to drop her off” Mj said with a scoff, “ Really, you’d think she’d be on time..”

“Oh..okay” You say, already Peter was ignoring you for Liz and the day barely started. “Well, let’s meet him outside”

The three of you started to make your way outside when a gust of wind blew from the back.

“Ah Printsessa! I’m glad I caught you before you left”

oh no...

“You forgot your purse on the counter. I’m sure you need it or this shopping trip” He says with a smirk, holding the small bag with his finger.

Ned and Mj were in shock. Either because they were starstruck or because they weren’t expecting to talk to one of the Avengers.

“Hey guys! Liz is here!” Peter says walking into the building. ‘Oh hey Y/n”

“Hey Pete” You say, annoyed that he was just greeting you. Not even with a hug.

“Well!” Pietro saud loudly,” Here is your bag”

As you went to grab the bag, Pietro raised it out of your reach.

“Come on printsessa, I know you’re faster than that” He said in a teasing tone.

“Pietro! We have to go” You said with a laugh, confused on why he was acting like this.

“Okay okay” He goes to hand the purse to you,” You really do look beautiful, as always.” He says with a smile. “побачимось пізніше принцесою“

Then he pecks you on the forehead, winks at the group, and is gone with another burst of wind.

“What was that?” Peter asks,” I didn’t know you were so close with Pietro.”

“Well him and Wanda helped me pick my outfit” You said with a shrug, “I didn’t even know I was close to Pietro like that”

“Well, your outfit is super cute” Liz said with a smile.

“Damn I can’t even hate her, she's so nice” you think to yourself.

‘Thank you” you said weakly, “ I honestly didn’t know I had clothes like this”

“Neither did I” mumbled Peter.

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The five of you started the day by walking to some of the shops near the Tower. You,Mj, and ned ended up being left behind while Peter and Liz were in the front.

“Why did he invite us if he isn’t going to talk to us?” Mj mumbles to you and Ned.

“Aw come on Mj, Peter’s been trying to talk to Liz for like three years now.” Ned whispers back.

“That doesn’t mean he has to ditch his friends” you say quietly, Mj agreeing with you.

“Exactly, this is Y/ns first time out with friends and he’s missing it for Liz.”

“Why does everyone think I don’t have friends?” You say with a laugh,” I just don’t have any in the city.”

“Right” Mj says,” Either way, you don’t get out much.”

“That’s right! We should be having fun, not moping about Peter.” Ned adds, “Come on!”

He pulls you and Mj into the store, dragging you through the aisles and making you both try on ridiculous stuff. It was really fun, you laughed as Ned draped a feather boa on an annoyed Mj. But then you noticed that Peter and Liz were standing way too close to each other. Peter ran a hand through his hair as Liz laughed at whatever he said.

That cold feeling grew in your chest again. You watched as Peter awkwardly picked lint off of her hair as she smiled.

“Hey! We should go to this carnival they’re having!” Ned yells, ruining their moment.

“Way to go Ned” You think, satisfied at the outcome.

“A carnival?” Peter asks, “ I don’t know Ned, it's pretty far from here..”

“Aw come one guys! It one sub stop away from here! “

“I’ve never been to a carnival before” You said, “It sounds fun”

“But Mr. Stark said not to go too far..”

“You know a carnival does sound fun” Liz says, then Peter softens and gets that stupid look on his face.

“Okay fine” He says, “ We should get going.”

“Of course he agrees with her” Mj mutters.

“No kidding” You whisper back.

The walk to the subway was awkward, you all waited quietly for the train to get there.

“So..I guess you’ve never been on a sub before huh?” Liz said, trying to make conversation.

‘The last time I was on one, my mother was leaving me with my dad.” You said blankly, watching the people around you scurry. You didn’t mean to be so rude. Really, it wasn’t her fault that Peter liked her, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted to spend time with Peter alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I..I didn’t know” Liz said looking away. Peter looked in between you two, as if he didn’t know who to comfort.

He chose Liz of course.

“Hey, it’s okay you didn’t mean to” He said rubbing her back. “ She knows that”

You and Mj simultaneously roll your eyes. She looks at you as if asking if you’re okay. You nod, appreciating the small gesture.

The group gets on the subway. You see Peter go to sit down, one space free next to him. You see Liz talking to Ned about the carnival and Mj was already sitting somewhere else. So you took the chance to finally be alone with Peter.

You sit down with a sigh, finally glad to be off your feet.

“Hey” You mutter to Peter, pulling out your lip gloss and mirror.

“Hey! Gosh I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever” Peter says chuckling. He turns to look at you. “So, are you having fun? Are Ned and Mj being nice to you?”

“Yeah, they’re great.” You say, pouting in the mirror. From your peripheral, you can see Peter glance at your lips. You smile, and suddenly turn towards him. Your faces close together.

“You look great..by the way..” He says lowly, “You look different..”

“Well, I’m not in my pyjamas” You saw with a light laugh. Peter laughs along with you.

“That’s true, I never realized that we mainly hang out at the tower.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to hang out somewhere else” You say, hinting that you want to spend time alone with him.

“Yeah..that would be nice” He whispers. He looks at you for a bit, examining your face. “Hey, umm, what was that with Pietro?”

You look at him in surprise, “ What do you mean?”

He turns red, “ Well, it’s just that..it kind of looked like he was flirting with you.”

Wait..is he.. “Peter Parker, are you jealous?” you ask with a grin.

“What? N-no!” He stutters,”It’s just that he..he’s like old!”

You laugh,” He’s twenty one, hardly that much older”

“Yeah..but still” He says with a pout, “I don’t need anyone taking my best friend away.”

Your heart flutters, the thought of him not wanting to lose you made you grow hot.

“Don’t worry web head, no one is going to take me away from you.” You say looking him in the eye. He smiles at you, taking your hand.

“Good, and no one is--” “Hey Peter, we’re here!”

Liz. Of course.

Peter practically throws your hand back into your lap.

“Oh awesome!” He says getting up from his spot and walking over to her.

Leaving you by yourself. Mj walks up to you.

“He’s an idiot.” She says knowingly, “Come on.” She grabs your hand, pulling you off the train and through the crowd. You let her, deflated at the fact that Peter put you second to Liz...again.

“Hey...I know you like Peter.” Mj says, “ But don’t let him get you down. You’re hot shit, if he can’t see that then fuck him.”

You look at her in shock, “I guess I have been pretty obvious huh?”

“No kidding” Ned suddenly appears, “If looks could kill, Liz would be six feet under.”

You sigh, “I’m sorry if I’m ruining your day, I just...I have no experience with this sort of thing.”

“But you’re a Stark...” Ned begins

“Yeah, but I’ve always been homeschooled, my first crush was on Steve and I was 7. This is different” You look at Peter, “ Peter was the first person my age I truly got to know. Not as Tony Stark's daughter, but as me.”

“Seeing him with Liz must be confusing. I’m sorry he’s so stupid” Mj says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go have fun.” Ned says, “ You shouldn’t let this situation bring you down.”

You smile, deciding Ned was right. The three of you walk up to the entrance. The air smells like fried foods and candy. Screams of children on rides and laughter of couples on dates fills your ears. The bright lights shine as the setting sun lowers in the background. You’re amazed, only ever seeing stuff like this in movies.

“Come on guys!” Liz shouts waving you, Mj and Ned over to a ride. The Himalaya. It was a ride that went in circles, each round faster and faster. But the thing that caught your attention was the rock music that played in the background.

“Sounds like the lab” You shout over the music, “Dad is always blasting music when I go down there.”

“Oh that’s true!” Peter shouts back, “ He let me pick the music once”

“Yeah and you picked some poppy trash” You teased, “ You trying to give my old man a heart attack Parker?”

“I told you it was an accident!”

“Oh sure”

“Next!” The attendant shouted. You started to make your way to the carts. Mj pulling Liz and Ned to go sit with her, she turned to you with a wink.

“Guess it’s you and me” Peter says looking back at Liz.

“Don’t sound so excited” You mutter, about to make your way to the next cart when the attendant stopped you

“Hey, do you wanna pick the next song?” He asks handing you a book full of songs.

“Sure, umm number 79″ You say with a smile, the attendant looks at you with a grin

“You have taste, I’m impressed”

“I get it from my dad” You say, about to walk away when he stops you again

“Your sunglasses might fall off, I’ll hold them for you” He says, taking them off your head.

You blush at his sudden closeness when you hear Peter shout

“ You coming Stark?” “Yeah I’m coming”

You smile at the boy and run off to join your friend.

“Sorry, he let me pick the song” You say, settling into the seat next to Peter.

“He was a little close don’t you think?” He says fiddling with the bar that serves as the seatbelt.

“I don’t know, I guess”

The ride started slowly going forward. The first notes of “You shook me all night long” starting to play. You along with several older adults started cheering. As the ride started moving faster, you started laughing and loudly singing along. The fluttering feeling coming back as Peter watched you sing. With that smile you know is reserved only for you. A smile you’ve seen time and time again, when you’re falling asleep during movie nights, or when you win at a board game.

At that moment, as you watch the world blur around you, it was just you and Peter. Yelling AC/DC lyrics in his face while he looked at you in amusement. This was how it was meant to be.

Then the song ends. And so does the ride.

Once it stops, Peter hops out and goes to help Liz out of her seat.

You sigh, making your way up to the attendant to get your glasses.

“Hey, thanks for holding them” You say taking your glasses, you smile at him and walk away. You catch up to the rest of your friends placing the glasses on your head.

“Y/n you have something on your glasses.” Ned points out. You reached out and felt piece of paper on your glasses. You take it off, you see the attendant has written his number on a piece of paper and attached it to your glasses

“ Ohhh look at you” Ned says, “looks like the playboy has passed from your dad to you”

Everyone laughs, except Peter for some reason. You look at him in concern, but before you can say anything Liz pulls him away to ring toss booth.

“ Come on guys, I want one of those fried Oreos,”

So again you were separated from Peter. It seems like every time you had a chance to get close to him somebody was always butting in.

You sigh, “maybe it wasn’t meant to be, I mean if he wanted to..he would right??”

Lost in thought you watch as Ned and Mj argue over something about Shakespeare. You tune out as you continue to think about Peter in the situation you’re in. That’s when you heard your name being yelled

“ Hey Stark!!”

You turn around and to your surprise, you see a familiar face.

“Am I dreaming or is that you Jason Todd??”

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A/n: fun fact there’s actually a ride called the Himalaya in an amusement park in my town. It basically does the same thing I described in the story it’s my favorite ride.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker imagine #tony stark x teen!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #poc reader #marvel #reader insert #dc comics x reader #crossover #michelle jones #ned leeds

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avengerscompound · 3 years

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Small Gods: Lazy Mornings - 1

Lazy Mornings: A Captain America Fanfic

Lazy Mornings Masterlist | More Small Gods

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2361

Warnings: Mentions of injuries. (smut on series)

Synopsis: Steve Rogers has trouble taking time for himself. When his friends set him up with a person with a very unusual skill, perhaps he can learn that the quiet moments are just as important as everything else.

A/N: Reader is a minor god. Idea expanding on the one in my fic Lazy Sundays though it’s a completely different story (just same minor god x steve).

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Chapter 1

Steve was on edge. The Avengers had just come to the end of a very long, and very grueling mission. With the lack of sleep, niggling injuries, and stress of battle, that would have been enough to have him anxious and exhausted just by itself, but Tony had insisted that they have a party to unwind while Steve still had government agencies to liaise with, paperwork to fill out, and people to question. So instead of getting his work done so that he could sleep off his injuries and actually unwind, he had to be ‘on’ as the public figurehead of Captain America for a bunch of strangers while he was still running on less than four hours of sleep and had a cracked rib.

As he made his way through the large, open room, Steve became aware of a strange phenomenon. The people around the door were in full party mood. People were dancing, talking animatedly, and playing games of darts. But as Steve moved through the room, the mood got more relaxed. There was less dancing and more just talking and sharing drinks. The level of the music dropped so it was more muted and even though the song never changed it somehow felt like it went from an upbeat dance number to a soothing ballad. The light changed in the room too. Closer to the elevator bright-colored disco lights cutting through the dark. Whereas, by the windows, there was a soft diffused gold light, almost like early morning light coming through a gauze curtain. By the time Steve reached the couches that were set up on a platform against the windows on the far side of the room, everyone was just lazing back on the couches, casually drinking in the soft light.

Thor, Bruce, Wanda, and Clint were all sitting together with you. Steve didn’t recognize you, but the soft glow in the room seemed to both highlight you and make you seem like you were in soft focus. You had a slightly ruffled look like you’d woken up recently from a very good sleep. Clint was practically curled up next to you like a cat.

“Steven!” Thor boomed, making everyone near him jump in surprise. “Come here, I have someone I wish for you to meet.”

Steve tried to hide the frustration that suddenly bubbled up inside him. His friends had been trying to set him up with people for months and months now. He’d been on countless blind dates with people he had nothing in common with, and even more dinners with surprise guests he was forced to be on with. He hadn’t expected it from Thor and he resented the fact that even after such a grueling few weeks he needed to now play a round of the dating game.

Thor got up and approached Steve, clapping him on the shoulder as he gave your names. He leaned in, bringing his lips to Steve’s ear. “You may feel the urge to pull away. Resist it - for me.”

Steve sighed and nodded as you looked up at Thor. “You’re not staying?” You asked.

“Not tonight,” Thor answered. “I wish to celebrate.”

You gave him a small nod. “Well, you know where I am if you need me.”

“I do. Thank you,” Thor said, letting Steve go and heading back into the party where Tony was talking animatedly with Hill.

Steve took a seat near you. Clint looked up at him with hooded eyes, like Steve had just disturbed his sleep, but not enough to properly wake him up. There was an odd feeling of lethargy around the couches. Not in a bad way exactly. Just an overly relaxed sleepiness that made Steve wonder if they’d been partaking in marijuana before he’d gotten here. Along with the sleepy-looking Clint, Wanda had her legs tucked up under her and was staring absently out the window, while Bruce was relaxed back with a goofy looking smile on his face. It strangely had the effect of making him want to get up and leave in case he’d forgotten to do something.

“So what do you do?” Steve asked as he resisted the urge to go back down to the office and get his work done.

You smiled and shook your head like you found the question funny. “I like to paint,” you say. “And I make a mean breakfast.”

Steve looked at you puzzled. He’d never come across someone who answered that question with their hobbies rather than their job. He wondered if you didn’t have one and were embarrassed or if you did something you didn’t think Steve would approve of. The thought you were a HYDRA agent passed through his head and he looked over at Thor. “How do you know Thor?” Steve asked and Wanda started to giggle.

“We run in similar circles,” you say. “Though I admit, I do not know him well.”

“She’s not HYDRA, Steve,” Wanda giggled.

That knowledge made Steve relax a little and you smiled at him. “You’re holding a lot of tension, Captain Rogers.”

“Please, call me Steve,” he said. “We’ve been on a mission for weeks now. It takes a lot of me. Everyone really.”

You placed your hand gently on his forearm. He normally didn’t like when strangers invaded his personal space like that. He’d had a fair amount of sexual harassment since becoming a supersoldier. However, there was nothing even flirtatious about the moment. It was genuine and kind and made him relax even more. “It can be hard to let it go,” you said. “But you are done, and now you can take the weight off your shoulders. No need to carry it tonight.”

Steve tilted his head. “Are you a therapist?”

You chuckled again. “I guess - of a sort,” you said.

Steve was perplexed by the vague nature of your answers and couldn’t help thinking people were hiding something from him like this was some big trick. Though he couldn’t see any reason why Thor of all people would be the instigator of such a trick.

“Will you relax, Steve?” Wanda chided. “She’s just a girl Thor thought you’d like.”

Steve tried to do as he was told. He had to admit that it wasn’t easy though. You definitely had a calming influence. Despite the loud music and drinking happening in the rest of the room, at the couches, it was like a slumber party. Bruce looked as relaxed as Steve had ever seen him, his whole body open and still as he talked calmly. Clint dozed on and off, waking to join in on the conversation and then dropping back off to sleep again, while Wanda was giggly, and about an hour in she said she was going to go to bed and paint her toenails.

Whatever it was that was affecting the others, Steve could feel it too, but in the middle of what was a raging party, Steve was unwilling to completely relax.

“You don’t like it here much, do you?” You asked.

Steve shrugged. “I don’t mind a party sometimes, but no… not today.”

“I bet it’s been a long time since you’ve had a home-cooked meal,” you mused. “Would you like to come back to my place?”

“No,” Clint whined as Steve balked. “Don’t go.”

“I don’t… that’s probably not a good idea,” Steve said.

“I meant for dinner, Steve,” you said. “I promise, no funny business.”

Clint sat up and stretched. “You should do it, Steve,” he said. “Live a little.”

Steve looked at Clint and Bruce who were both nodding in approval. He sighed and gave a small shrug. “I guess I’m coming then.”

You got up and offered your hand. “Come on, I won’t bite.”

He let you lead him out of the Tower and down into the street where you flagged down a cab. “I don’t usually do this,” Steve said, as he sat in the back with you.

“I know,” you said. “That’s why Thor set us up.”

“You’re not…” he stopped, not sure how to ask the question that was swirling in his mind right now and have it not come out as either offensive or judgmental. “Are you a sex worker?”

You smiled and shook your head. “No. I like my bed though.”

“Why are you being so vague then?” Steve asked.

“I can tell you if you really want to know,” you said. “But Thor thought you might fight it more if you knew.”

Steve tensed up and shifted away from you a little. “Do the others know?”

“Oh, yes,” you said. “And I know you don’t know me well enough to trust me, but I promise what it is, won’t hurt you. I’m not evil or malicious. I am not here because I have to be or I’ve been paid to be. You truly have just been set up with a woman. And I am that. I like you and I just want to take you somewhere you can relax and just enjoy a comforting meal. That’s all. If you don’t trust your friend on this, just say. I’ll tell you.”

Steve looked you over, trying to see the lie or the trick. All he could see was genuine kindness. He gave a nod. “Okay. Will you tell me eventually?”

“Of course,” you said. “When we’re both sure of how we feel about each other, I’ll tell you.”

The cab pulled up at a block of apartments on the upper west side. It was a large pre-war building, the kind that has been romanticized in hundreds of films and costs more than most people could dream of earning to live in.

He followed you in and the two of you rode the elevator up to your floor quietly. The tall ceilings and recessed walls of the hall brought him right back to his childhood. You let him into your apartment and for a moment Steve felt like he’d stepped into a storybook. The light was soft and diffused, filling the room with a hazy golden luminescence. The furniture all looked inviting and cozy, the deep soft-looking couches all had cozy mink throws on them and a collection of fat plush cushions. There were a few large bookshelves both filled with a mixture of books and board games. Your TV was large but not obnoxiously so, and your coffee table was littered with candles, magazines, and books.

“Get comfortable,” you said as you headed into the kitchen, leaving him alone in the living room.

Steve took a moment to look around your apartment. There was something about the room that reminded him of the way he and Bucky decorated. You had a different taste to either man. Steve was more into straight lines and dark wood, and Bucky like black and chrome, whereas you seemed to lean more into creams with splashes of color here and there. However, like with him and Bucky, you had a mix of old and new. Steve liked to keep things from his past whether they be actual things he had owned or just items that reminded him of his mother or times with Bucky. The things you owned seemed to go back further than what he owned, but there was a lot that seemed to center around the nineteen-twenties. Though they didn’t stop there. There were items representative of various decades littering your apartment. From depression-glass bowls to porcelain animals from the sixties to a lava lamp and a small collection of Pez Dispensers.

Steve noticed a copy of the Hobbit that looked remarkably like the copy he got when it came out. Picking up several books he noticed that many were first editions.

He went and sat down more confused about who you were than he had been before. You came out with a tray and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Each was laden with pancakes, eggs, hash browns, and fresh fruit.

“It’s a little late for breakfast,” Steve said, looking at you with his eyebrow raised.

You shrugged. “I’m good at a few things, but this is the one that’s quickest,” you explained. “Otherwise we’d be up for a few more hours while I cooked.”

“Breakfast food it is,” he said and started to eat. You took your plate and sat back, crossing your legs under you and balancing your plate in your lap. “You have an interesting collection,” Steve said, gesturing to one of your bookshelves.

“Thank you. I try not to get too sentimental about what I keep and let go,” you said. “I know it’s a little eclectic but there are some things I just can’t let go of.”

“How long have you lived here?” Steve asked.

“A long time. Practically forever,” you answered

Steve wanted to ask you what you did for you to be able to afford living here but knew that would meet the same vague answer - so he let it drop and ate. The food was good. Warm and sweet and full of fat. It wasn’t long until Steve began to feel sleepy and content. You took the plates back away and when you returned to the living room, Steve was practically asleep on the couch. You came over and gently touched his arm.

“It would be more comfortable in bed,” you whispered.

“I don’t… I never sleep with women on the first date,” he replied, sheepishly trying to fight the drowsiness pulling him down.

“I have a spare room if you want it,” you said gently. “Though I just mean sleep.”

Steve stood slowly and followed you down the hall. You opened the spare bedroom. “This is my guest room.”

“And your bedroom?” He asked, part of him wondering if you’d drugged him.

“The end of the hall,” you replied, taking a few steps toward it. He followed you down and as he stripped down to his undershirt you changed into a soft pair of pajamas.

He climbed into the bed with you and you wrapped him in your arms. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought how strange it was that he felt as comfortable as he did right now.

// NEXT

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stxleslyds · 3 years

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NIGHTWING #81

UMM... HOW ABOUT NO.

Ever since Tom Taylor took over Nightwing I have only made a post about one issue of his (I will leave it here Nightwing #78), that issue was beautiful, it was a solid start and the little things that made me feel a bit icky were not mentioned in the post because the issue was good.

Then the issues felt like connectors or just very bland story wise. I had problems with the book also feeling like a Nightwing and (fake) Oracle book instead of just Nightwing. There were many instances where Dick alone could have gotten himself out of situations without Barbara, but because she was there the opportunity to show that he can do things was taken from him. I guess what I am trying to say is that the book has disappointed me but I didn’t feel like making a post because it was too early and this is an ongoing book that Taylor said he planned on continuing for a while, but now I can’t not make a post.

A few days ago, I finally read the Red Hood story in Urban Legends (I have a review for that one too I will link it here Red Hood part 4) and I couldn’t stand how OOC and disappointing the story/characterization has been. I am saying this because I am only reading these two books at the moment, ONLY these two, and all I have gotten from them is shit.

I know it’s still early to say that the Nightwing book is bad but…I hated this issue, I hated it with all of my heart. But now that I am a bit calmer, I have come up with some ideas of what is truly going on with the Melinda situation.

Anyway, let me give you my thoughts.

There are big Wilson Fisk vibes coming from both Blockbuster and Melinda Zucco. Those two will lie, manipulate and be evil every chance they get. They are working together to make Nightwing disappear. I know it. The whole “make us all much wealthier and to extend your power beyond the city” idea does not include Nightwing.

Melinda might not want to burn anything down but she sure isn’t a hero. This woman accepted the position of Mayor after watching Blockbuster kill the former mayor. I understand that talking with the BHPD isn’t the best idea but this woman feels way too comfortable in the presence of a killer.

She is cunning and she has plans, I strongly believe that she might be a villain and that she will betray Blockbuster and take all the power (if it reaches that point) to herself.

Heartless is just another weirdo, he tricks both Nightwing and the reader into thinking that he has a soft spot for kids but surprise! He doesn’t. There isn’t much to say about him, he just has very complex gadgets and doesn’t know how to fight. I don’t even have any ideas about who he might be.

What I know though is that there was absolutely no need for Dick to think that he had “underestimated” Heartless, my love you threw your stick at him while he was looking directly at you, there was a 50/50 chance of him catching it. I swear I don’t understand the need to write him thinking that mostly because Taylor then has Dick swiping the floor with the guy, not only is it a simple fight (for Dick) but it’s also boring for him. Taylor’s writing is so annoying sometimes, he just loves to write extra things that are out of place like the “Tim Drake. Thought of by many as the best Robin” why the fuck did he put that there? Honestly, what was the point of having Dick say that, I don’t read a Nightwing book to have Tim Drake praise. If it doesn’t offer anything to the story that is being told then keep the thought to yourself Tom...

Moving forward the scene in the pier was quite nice, mostly because it’s Dick’s quick thinking that gets everyone to safety, he knows exactly what to do and how to contact the Maritime distress channel.

He has hope for his city, he knows there is good in it and he believes help will show up when lives are about to be lost. I loved that, just like Heartless said, Nightwing IS Bludhaven’s Guardian Angel. Once again, I am having Daredevil vibes from Dick (like from the show)

After the fight we get to see consequences of Dick not healing properly from a shot to the head. He loses his consciousness which is extremely dangerous but luckily Tim is at arm’s reach to help him out of the pier.

There are many things I want to talk about from the scenes that happen after Dick wakes up in his apartment so here we go.

First of all, Bitewing is adorable, she loves Dick the most and was happy to see him awake once more, what a good girl!

Secondly, Barbara, honey, you do not have three names, you aren’t Batgirl anymore, you are a grown woman that needs to move on from a mantle that has other people that can do something else/better with it. And we all know that this Oracle is just the ableist version of Oracle. So yeah…all I ask is for Barbara to move on from Batgirl, Cass and Stephanie are right there, enough is enough.

In these panels we have Dick, Tim and Barbara being kinda dismissive about the homeless kids, and it has been happening for so many issues, what is the point, Taylor? You made Dick a millionaire and you just can’t have him say or think for a second that he will monetarily help those kids and make sure they are put somewhere safe? You are really going to wait up until you have Dick running for Mayor or something to help the kids? I just don’t get it. Kids living on the streets and each time they are mentioned the three heroes of the book act like it’s normal and doesn’t need fixing. What the fuck.

Then we have the gang finding out that Melinda Zucco is the new mayor, the woman has an FBI file and a redacted one! This makes me think two things, either things are like I thought in the beginning of the post (she is evil and very good at it) or this woman is actually FBI and she is undercover (this one is less likely because of what happens at the end of the issue).

What we can see from the file that Barbara found is very little, but in these two pictures we can see that maybe she was put in foster care and x age? Also, she was apparently investigated in April of 20xx, the investigation must have been recent, why would the FBI investigate a minor or college student? What if these files were implanted by Melinda for someone to find them, and for her to have some sort of proof of her lies? If the file is about her being left in foster care or something while would the file be redacted? I don’t know, everything about her is shady and I don’t trust anything from or about her.

This could be a complex and very interesting character but Tom Taylor and DC really love to do stupid shit for shock value (more of this later).

All the new information (the Maroni, Blockbuster and now this very shady Mayor) has Dick saying that it is a bit too much for him and yeah, it is too much, you know who could help? Red Hood. I am of course not talking about current DC comics Red Hood, I am talking about the Red Hood that I would love to see, just yesterday I had an ask about who would I like to see working with Jason and I said Nightwing because Dick puts a lot of responsibility on his shoulders so it would be nice if they negotiated and each could work on different crime areas in Bludhaven, if only DC would hear me…

Anyway, now that we come to the end of the scene let’s talk about Barbara’s shirt.

That was unnecessary and not funny. That’s all it was. Yeah, I know it’s a meme and I know it was included for funny ha-ha purposes but I am not laughing. Bruce has been written as abusive towards his kids for so long, Jason, Tim and Dick have been physically harmed by Bruce and writers use it as just something that happens, there are never repercussions for the Bat. And this shirt sucks because Dick was Robin there and he was a kid, so having Barbara or anyone wearing a shirt with Batman hitting Robin!Dick right in front of Dick is just disgusting. What if someone wore a shirt that had Joker beating Jason with a crowbar in front of Jason, would that be a funny ha-ha too? What about Dick wearing a shirt with the Joker shooting Barbara, is that a funny ha-ha? The answer to those questions is no, it’s not funny.

The idea of that shirt shouldn’t have been pitched, drawn or included after the editor took a look at it.

The picture is a meme in our world, not in theirs. And the readers aren’t laughing.

Back to the issue, Dick is left alone in his apartment to rest (seriously? You think the man that showed up to help Bruce in Gotham with a knee brace is going to rest?) but he can’t, he just found out that Mayor Zucco might be trouble for Bludhaven and might be working with not only Blockbuster but the Maroni family. He is not waiting one more second to have a chat with her.

Dick is obviously still concussed so of course he grabs a mask that has a camera that Oracle can view, and of course he enters yet another window without being careful.

Melinda and Audre were obviously waiting for him.

But here is where the real bullshit begins. Dick is unmasked.

I am so mad; it’s been four issues and Dick gets his ass in a trap and is unmasked by a villain? Are you kidding me right now?

But that’s not all, after Dick breaks free and accuses Melinda of being the daughter of the man that killed his parents, she pulls out a uno reverse card and says that her actual father is John Grayson, and that she is his sister.

How about no. Absolutely not. Go away.

Let’s re-visit Melinda’s appearances in the book so far so we can start theorizing about her real intentions or if she could be saying the truth.

Back in issue #78 where she is first introduced to us, after Melinda watches Blockbuster kill the mayor, she goes home and tells her Audre that she is now mayor because Blockbuster did what he does, so she knows that this guy is trash and a killer. But that’s not all, Audre asks her if she came across Dick Grayson to which Melinda answers “I am not ready for him yet”. Audre suggests she talks to him sooner rather than later because she might not have “another chance”, and the issue ends with Melinda agreeing with her while she is looking at a Flying Graysons poster with a red circle framing Dick’s face.

That whole thing? Shady. Melinda, obviously, wanted to talk to Dick Grayson, probably to tell him that she is his sister, but why is there a time limit, why is Audre telling Melinda that she can’t wait too long? Is it because her undercover work is ending soon? Is it because it’s not real at all and she needs to tell that lie in order to move forward with some sort of plan? I don’t know…

In issue #79 Melinda (and Audre) are out in the open with Maroni and they are talking about her becoming the next Mayor, Nightwing was watching from afar so this is his first contact with her. And it might be the first time that Melinda and her friend see Nightwing in action too. I cannot tell if she is aware that Nightwing/Dick Grayson are the same person here.

In #80 she doesn’t make an appearance.

But now in #81 she is taking her place as Mayor of Bludhaven, there Commissioner McClean takes her somewhere she didn’t expect to go (she is shown not knowing that Maroni and Blockbuster were in the next room over). Once in the room she refuses to take the cash from McClean but she will take the money as a transaction (for a second I thought she wouldn’t take the money but she did because she is very corrupt) and talks to Maroni once more. Before I talk about what happens with Blockbuster let me say this, she acts so distant to Maroni, she calls him Mr. Maroni every single time and she comes off as cold and feeling no type of way while talking with someone that is part of the family that actually raised her, and this is not because she is in a room full of other people, she did it too in #79. It seems weird that she acts that way with someone that took her under his wing since she was eight years old.

When she sits with Blockbuster he says “tell us your plan for my city” to which she says all of this: “My plan, Blockbuster, is to make us all much wealthier and to extend your power beyond the city. But to do so in a way that builds on the good work you’ve already done I have no interest in burning anything down.”

At the start of the post I said she gave me big Wilson Fisk vibes and that right there is why. She is shady, she has plans on top of plans, she calls Roland Desmond Blockbuster to his face but says that he has done good work for Bludhaven, which is weird because Blockbuster destroys Bludhaven a couple of times a year…

As I said before whatever she has planned does not include Nightwing, and here is where I kinda start theorizing a bit more, what if Blockbuster told Melinda Nightwing’s real name, he used to know who he was once upon a time…

Later in this issue when Nightwing is going to Melinda’s place Audre is already waiting for him right next to the window (with a sword), so, was he making an insane amount of noise or were they told to be ready for him?

Melinda traps him and takes his mask off, she barely seems surprised about Nightwing being Dick, she barely reacts when he jumps at her. She is in complete control of the situation and proves that by disarming Dick, as fast as he accuses her of being Zucco’s daughter she tells him that her real father is John Grayson.

She is in complete control. She has to be lying, she put a stop to whatever Dick had to say and do in seconds. This woman is trained and she is manipulative as fuck!

And if she isn’t lying then fuck DC and fuck Tom Taylor, this woman is either younger or the same age as Dick, John Grayson was not a cheater, the man is dead, has been dead for so long, don’t throw dirt on his name at this point. I refuse to believe this is true.

I honestly think that she is evil, and knows more than we are aware of, her first appearance was shady as fuck, let's suppose that she didn’t truly know that Dick was Nightwing, why on earth did she have a Flying Graysons poster with a red circle on top of Dick’s face? That doesn’t seem like something a sister would do! And why would this be information that is so important that she NEEDS to tell him in a certain amount of time?

It’s fucking insane. Tom Taylor, if she is actually Dick's sister then shame on you. Disgusting, what is with writers and cheating, what the hell is going on? Dick doesn’t need to think back to his parents and see a cheater in one of them. This better be Melinda being a cruel and vile human being that is trying to emotionally hurt Dick/Nightwing so she and Blockbuster can do whatever its they want to do.

That’s all I have to say.

#dick grayson #nightwing #nightwing 81 #dc comics #dc infinite frontier #melinda zucco #nightwing and bitewing #bitewing #blockbuster

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idjitlili · 3 years

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I can be the God of your Orgasm.

Loki x reader

(Not my image)

Summary:Some how ending up in Sakaar ,Valkyrie ends up taking you under her wing,no not her horse Aragorn,for a year ,until some Gods show up.

Word count:1768

Warnings:Language

A/n: Couldn’t end it , last time I touched this was October. Uhm, there’s a picture of Bowie, probably TMI here, but he was the first man , I ever you know over.Double aswell. I’m sorry.

You just a young woman in y/c ,heading to college your average routine ,but you never made it. Instead you had tripped over into a puddle ,but yet again you were decieved ,it was a portal. You hadn't/only left your country ,let alone been on another planet. You didn't think that was even possible;magic nor to be able to breathe on an different planet,well that was what you were told by the government. No you weren't a flat earther,thats bloody stupid. However you felt like the government hid a lot.

Michael Jacksons death,Heath Ledgers death,River Phoenix's death, Princess Diana's death , David Bowie, Obi-wan,it just seemed a little suspicous, not saying it was definitely them covering up the murders but...

Anyways so you fell into the puddle into a some rubbish ,literal rubbish. You had no idea what happened ,when Valkyrie found you she didn't either. God damn Benedict cumpatch stay in america with your fake american accent. Just stay away ,don't really want to be assassainated for being best buds with Sherlock Holmes and Dildo Gaggins.

Valkyrie had felt bad for such a young mortal being in an strange planet,she couldn't bare to bring you to Grandmaster ,to be apart of his orgies. he was indeed a tough warrior much like Dwalin the dwarf from the hobbit,who funfact is the longest living dwarf living up to 300 years,yes irrelvent.

Thus, you lived with her ,you managed to get a part time job as a cook,just so you didn't feel so bad about living with Valkyrie rent free. When I say part time cook ,I mean you just cooked for you and her,you didn't trust this planet. It was lucky when you fell in that puddle the stuff in your backpack didn't get wet,so you had some books to read,and such.

To be far being away from home stuck on an alien planet really did get boring ,you'd hate to admit it but sometimes you had to go to visit Hulk,because he was sorta normal. No he was not but he was okay ,like a destructive toddler but it was better than being alone. Other than that you really missed home ,you missed tv,you missed ice cream.

Pretty much everyday was boring. Well after almost a year of being here ,Valkyrie had brought a guest to your shared apartment thing. The God you had seen on the television a couple years ago. You had been sitting on the sofa reading at the time ,you jumped so hard when the door slammed open,you had looked up to see valkyrie shoving down a dark haired man in chains.

"Uhhh, are you allowed to kidnap people here?" you had questioned ,causing Valkyrie and the guy turn to you ,you had recognised him after a moment of trying to pin point his face. "I don't think that will hold him...h-he's-"

"Just stay away from him ,don't talk to him,don't look at him,hell don't even think about him,I will be back with Thor ,and then we can get you home, Y/n. So pack your things ." Soon as she had mentioned going home you had already started gathering your things,as Valkyrie had left after the God of Thunder. No you didn't go to the big battle compitions and Valkyrie certainly did not tell you she had found Thor ,but it didn't matter you were going home.

It didn't take you long to pack soon,you had your shoes on and everything sitting on the sofa ,twiddling your thumbs,feeling Loki's gaze on you. What's up with in love stories men staring , oh shut up you are just jealous because you can't even get a boyfriend ,stupid scribe.

"she said not to think about you...can you read minds?" you had questioned ,just really because that gaze he had on you made you feel proper ugly ,in which you were not. He had scoffed at you.

"I'm not a witch."

"I never said you were,you are a God ,must be better than having a hammer, it's like a normal hammer with steriods."

"Ah..so you have heard of me," He had smirked to himself ,you had just looked back at you hands before reaching for your bag grabbing your journal and ink,before just scribbing doodles on a clean page.Loki didn't speak after that not until you did again ten minutes later ,probably less time goes slow when the mood is a drag.

"the thing with new York, that was because of Thanos? People have controlled me by making me feel guilty so many times..OH manipulation ,you probably don't want to hear what I have to say,but I can't help it ,i've been stuck here a year the only person I got to speak to is drunk Valkyrie and hulk in which I feel like I am talking to a child. You know what I really wish I was watching Lord of the rings right-"

"You are from earth,how did you end up here?" He had grinned at you,cutting you off,isn't he like a mass murderer? Well he was tricked into doing it ,so more like accidental murderer ,why is he so handsome. Don't be stupid he is a God of course he is handsome.

"Uh..I fell into a puddle then I was here." The God had turned his head away to the floor ,scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.

"I don't see how that's possible."

"Well it happene-" Yet you were cut off again,as the door slammed open,you quickly turned away back to your notebook,Thor ,Bruce and Valkyrie stood at the door.

You missed what happened first ,Loki having things thrown at him ,and such,you only looked up when he said something about spaceships,seeing Bruce. Your eyes glittered with excitement , Thor saw this. "Oh my! I can't believe it's-2 Thor had shook his head for you not say it. "Radiation scientist,Bruce Banner, damn,now I must say this is much more exciting than a hammer,which you don't have what's up with that? Hey Bruce how you feeling?Green? Darn, imagine being strongest Avenger!"

Thor had scoffed at you,"Does she always talk this much?"Bruce had made his way over to you smiling at you as you stood up. "It is so cool to meet you mister Banner."

"Thank you miss..." "Y/n" He had smiled at you again before turning to Thor ,"see strongest Avenger,yep that's me."

"well then ,let' hope we can get home,just first we are to go to Asgard."

***

"Valkyrie ,I'm going to stay with Dwayne Johnson,I have no fighting skills so it's better if come I after," you had gestured to Korg.

"Alright then, I'll see you if I don't die" And with that she left you with the aliens,smiling up to them.

"The revolution has begun."

***

"Hey, what's this?"

"Thank you." You had stood next to Korg as he had powered down the taser device on Loki's body,you had stood rocking on your balls of your feet in excitement to get home.

"Hey,man. We're about to jump on that ginormous spaceship. You wanna come?" Loki had jumped up,his hair a messy ,from the intense pain he had just suffered,from betraying his brother yet again.

"well you do seem like you're in desperate need of leadership." The smirk was interweaved into his voice, smooth as his greasy hair.

"Why, thank you."

"Hurry up! It has been too long since I've seen the dance seen in the james franco spiderman three!" You rushed forwards grabbing a hold of the mischief makers arm dragging him towards the ship. "Talkative and touchy," Loki just allowed you to drag him,with him supposively being evil,grinning.

***

"uhhh, what's the chances of as all dying horribly? Do you think if i pretend to be dead she wouldn't notice?" Loki was driving the space ship,whilst you sat in the seat next to him,all the alien people sat or stood behind. You really be riding shotgun on a spaceship,it was you or korg.

Loki did not answer you , yet just slightly smiled glancing to you briefly, not a good sign, you'd think with two Gods you'd be fine ,but clearly not. "Hey do you think if Thor had to fight I don't know- AHH" You weren't sure who you meant to say as you face planted into the spaceship's floor,as Loki's flying had stopped so suddenly causing a jolt. You had laughed to your lesson quietly,patheticly in honesty ,covering up how embarrassing that was.

You felt as if you were Mantis ,when Drax had informed her to watch out after she got hit in the face. All you could think was there's like a bunch of aliens on this ship and it's guaranteed at least 3 have just seen you face plant. "Okay , that makes me wish that I was on Thors spaceship right now." Your hair in your face, forearms pressed against the cold metal floor.

"What does he have that I don't?" His voice seeped with sarcasm, okay maybe not he was probably just annoyed that a midgardian was aboard and could not shut up.

"He probably can fly this thing better, well it's probably Bruce but that's even better , do you even know how many PHDs he has?"

"Honestly I do not know and do not care."

"Wow that's not very nice . He has..wait I dont -" The smirk on Loki's face was stamped deep, as he pulled you out of your concentration by doing so. "Shut up I bet you say to all your lovers, ‘If you givee a chance I can be the god of your orgasm’” Honestly you don’t know what made you think of that , something tells you it’s to do with a dude that reads a lot of smut named Blake. Actually the author doesn’t know if he does but..

“Thank you darling, for the new material.”

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justsomewritingsandshit · 4 years

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It Began In The Shooting Range - Part 6

Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader

Length: 725 words

Warnings: more interrogations time, mentions of corrupt govt, avengers being suspicious

Masterlist | Part 5 | You are here:)

The Avengers had once again congregated in their meeting room.

“So, are we going to address the amnesia-ridden heiress in the other room, or..?” Sam trailed off, looking at the other sober faces sitting along the conference table.

Tony, who was prayer-handing at the end of the table, piped up, “What else can we do here? Seriously?” He glanced at the others, looking for an answer on any of their faces. “She doesn’t remember what happened, and everything that she has said is truthful.”

“Actually,” Bruce interrupted, feeling the need to clarify, “She believes in everything she’s said.” He paused, before continuing, “That doesn’t necessarily negate the fact it might be a false statement to begin with, which she happens to believe in.”

Natasha nodded, her arms crossed as she sat cross-legged in her chair, “Also, she could just be tricking the original testing – throwing off lie detectors is easy when you know how.”

The former Winter-Soldier stretched out his neck, humming in agreement with his fellow ex-Soviet spy, “Well, tactically we can’t move on from here, until she remembers whatever it was that happened to her.” He clenched his metal fist absentmindedly, “So, unless we go over to Wakanda, to do some light memory probing…”

There was a defeated hush that descended onto the room.

Peter eventually broke the quiet, “Well, what about Wanda?” Blank looks were his only response. The boy shuffled uncomfortably in his chair, awkwardly trying to avoid the probing gazes of the older adults. “Or not… Not is good too…” He slumped down.

Steve nodded towards him, “No, go on.”

The youngest avenger perked up again, “Okay, um, well doesn’t Wanda have the ability to go through your memories?”

“You want me to what?” Wanda had been called into the fray; despite the fact she had put in paperwork for the month off. It had taken her near half a day to make her way back to headquarters. “Who even is she?”

Quietly, Natasha gestured Wanda off to the side. The pair spoke in the Sokovian language, the elder redhead making sure the younger redhead knew the full extent of their current situation. The two re-joined the group after a few minutes, now with a slightly more determined-looking Wanda.

Together Natasha, Wanda, Peter, and Bruce went to the holding room they had housed Y/N in.

The room was like a hotel room; beautifully decorated, but fairly sparse. A difference being that the occupant had no way of exiting – there were no windows and no handle on Y/N’s side of the door. (There were two hidden cameras in the room also, but knowing sleazy motels and hotels, that could be a possibility for those rooms too.)

From the screen to the left of the door, the gang could see that Y/N was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Bruce, ever polite, knocked on the door to announce his entry. “Miss Stark?” He poked his head in first, before opening it fully. He went in alone, hushing the disagreement Peter was about to give. “So, we came up with an idea…”

“You want me to let some random woman, who I don’t know-” Y/N turned to Wanda, who had been ushered into the room, “No offense, I’m sure you’re really chill.”

Wanda smiled softly at Y/N’s words, amused.

“-And also, can you say invasion of privacy?” She had turned back to the others, “Who are you, the United States government? Just want access to everything, do you?” Y/N froze, eyes widening as she leaned away slightly, thinking on her own words, “Oh my God!” In a horrified whisper she asked, “You… aren’t the government, are you? Not CIA? HMA? WTVC?”

Peter had no idea whom in the hell the last two agencies were, and neither did Natasha or Bruce, given their confused looks.

Peter coughed, “Um we’re not, uh, whoever that is.” He leaned closer to Y/N, speaking to her rather bluntly, “You don’t know what’s going on, and neither do we. Wanda has the power to show us what happened… Why not try it?”

Y/N’s eyes trailed over Peter’s face, looking for deceit of any kind. She did not find any. “Ok.” The smiles on the Avengers present were paused when she went on, “But, if we do this, I need to tell you some things I left out…”

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His New Partner

Chapter 22: The Party Crasher

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 3033

Warnings: Some angst, violence, gun use, a small injury, mentions of alcohol, protective!Steve, controlling!Steve, cussing.

A/N: Unpopular opinion, but Age Of Ultron isn’t actually as bad as everyone says it is.

“But it’s a trick.” Clint argued as he twirled a chopstick around in his left hand, back pressed against the foot of one of Stark Tower’s many sofas.

The party, or ‘revels’, as Thor had called it, was long since over. The only remaining people were scattered upon the couches; those being the world’s six most popular crime fighters, as well as Rhodes, Maria Hill, Dr. Helen Cho, and the sweet Y/N of course.

Dozens of empty Chinese food takeout containers were distributed over the coffee table, as well as too many beer bottles and alcohol glasses to count. Though the most eye-catching, and certainly heaviest item on the table was Thor’s great, mighty hammer; Mjolnir.

“No, no, it’s much more than that.” Thor insisted while he passed even more Asgardian mead to Steve, internally making the Y/N worry about what the Captain would be like the next morning.

“‘Ah, whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power.’” The archer imitated in a fake deep voice. “Whatever man! It’s a trick.”

“Well please, be my quest.” The God of Thunder smugly gestured to his hammer, making the room go silent with anticipation.

“Come on.” Stark urged.

“Really?” Clint asked, making sure that he was actually allowed to touch this legendary piece of weaponry.

“Yeah.”

Rhodes chuckled. “Oh, this is ‘gonna be beautiful.”

“Clint, you’ve had a tough week. We won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up.” Tony quipped, causing the group to laugh in response.

“You know I’ve seen this before, right?” Barton claimed as he walked closer towards the hammer, completely wrapping his hand around its handle.

Thor gave him a small nod in encouragement.

Barton used all of his human strength to try and lift it, only to just give up and let it go with a grunt. “I still don’t know how you do it!” He exclaimed in disbelief.

“Smell the silent judgement?” Tony quipped from his seat next to Rhodes.

Clint pointed to the billionaire. “Please, Stark, by all means.”

Without missing a beat, Tony stood up from his spot and unbuttoned his jacket cockily.

“Okay.” Maria laughed.

Rhodes shook his head. “Uh oh.”

The billionaire stepped closer towards the hammer. “Never one to shrink from an honest challenge.”

“Get after it.” Clint encouraged.

Tony just shrugged like this was no big deal. “It’s physics.”

“Physics.” Bruce repeated, finally tuning out from his flirty conversation with a certain red-haired assassin.

“Right, so, if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?” Stark clarified.

“Yes of course.” Thor told him, already predicting the outcome of this situation.

“I will be reinstituting prima nocta.” Stark joked, hopefully, before beginning to pull on the hammer and miserably failing to lift it. “I’ll be right back.” He said as he headed in the direction of what looked like his workshop.

Several minutes later, the man returned with an Iron Man arm and tried to lift it once again, only to become unsuccessful for a second time.

Now Rhodes finally joined him, a War Machine arm on and all. “Are you even pulling?” He asked through laboured breaths.

“Are you on my team?” Tony retorted.

“Just represent. Pull.” Rhodes instructed, but they still didn’t end up getting anywhere.

Up next was Bruce, who actually stood on the table and used all of his might to try and lift it. The man even pretended to turn into the hulk for some fun, unfortunately only earning a pity smile from Natasha and a few giggles from Y/N. “Huh?”

The next Avenger to try was Steve. As he got up from his seat next to Y/N with a hopeful expression, the group gave him a couple of joyful whoops.

The actress, who was clad her fiancé’s brown leather jacket, clapped her hands in excitement. “You got this, honey!”

“Go ahead, Steve. No pressure.” Tony supported.

The Captain rolled up the sleeves of his fancy blue dress shirt, giving Y/N a flirty wink. He adjusted his large hands around the handle of the hammer and began to pull.

“Come on, Cap.” Barton cheered.

A small squeaking noise came from where the hammer and table met, causing Thor’s face to looked a little worried for the first time during this entire game.

After a couple of seconds of pulling as hard as he seemingly could, Steve put his hands up in defeat and sighed, moving back down to sit next to his fiancée.

“Nothing.” Thor laughed, partially reassuring himself, as he took a sip of his liquor.

Y/N leaned closer into her man’s side, bringing her lips up to his left ear. “Are you sure that it didn’t move?” She whispered. “Because I swear-“

“I got no idea what you’re talking about, doll.” Steve responded coolly, though the girl could tell that he was trying to hide a smirk.

Stark cleared his throat. “And?”

“Widow?” Bruce asked, gesturing to the woman.

Natasha sank back into her seat with a chuckle. “Oh, no, no. That’s not a question I need answered.” She took a sip of her beer with a grin.

“Baby?” Steve questioned, wondering if Y/N wanted to give it a try as well.

The girl shook her head with a playful smile. “Don’t feel like ruling the Nine Realms today, maybe another time, though.”

“All deference to the Man Who Wouldn’t Be King, but it’s rigged.” Stark stated.

“You bet your ass.” Clint agreed, slapping Tony on the back.

“Steve, he said a bad language word.” Maria pointed to Clint, referencing when on the previous mission Steve had corrected Tony for using foul words.

The Captain sighed and shook his head. “Did you tell everyone about that?” He scolded Tony.

“The handle’s imprinted, right? Like a security code.” The billionaire suggested, completely ignoring Steve’s question. “‘Whosoever is carrying Thor’s fingerprints’ is, I think, the literal translation.”

“Yes. It’s a very, very interesting theory.” Thor said as he stood up from the couch. “I have a simpler one.” He smiled, grasping the handle of his hammer and flipping it in the air for show. “You’re all not worthy.”

The room erupted in groans and laughter, Rhodes even booing.

“Oh, come on!”

Though all of the good fun was suddenly interrupted by a high-pitched noise, making everybody in the room flinch and grab their ears.

Tony checked his phone to see if everything was okay, but unfortunately, it seemed like he was too late.

A large robotic figure, that had an uncanny resemblance to Tony’s Iron Legion, began to stalk it’s was towards the group. The thing looked like it had been through hell, all torn and busted up, practically limping as it went. Though without a doubt, it was simply terrifying.

“Worthy.” The robot said in a gravely voice, making everybody turn their heads towards it. “No. How could you be worthy?” The thing walked closer toward them in uneven steps. “You’re all killers.”

“Stark.” The Captain said in confusion.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.” Tony tried to get a hold of his artificial intelligence system, only to get no response.

“I’m sorry, I was asleep.” The robot said. “Or I was a-dream.”

“Reboot Legionnaire OS.” The billionaire spoke to his technology. “We got a buggy suit.”

“There was this terrible noise.” The creepy machine went on. “And I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.”

“You killed someone?” Steve asked sternly. He not-so-subtly stepped in front of Y/N, completely blocking her off from any possible harm.

“Wouldn’t have been my first call.” The robot insisted. “But, down in the real world, we’re faced with ugly choices.”

The Captain turned his head towards his girl. “Take off your shoes.” He ordered with a whisper, making Y/N confused.

She glanced down at her high heels. “What? Why?” She asked from behind him, making sure to be as silent as possible.

“Heels off. Now.” Steve demanded, leaving no room for further questions.

“Who sent you?” Thor spoke up.

Just then, an audio recording of Tony’s voice began to play through the speaker of the robot. “‘I see a suit of armour around the world.’” It said.

“Ultron.” Bruce stated, finally figuring out what this weird creation was.

“In the flesh.” The robot spoke. “Or, no, not yet. Not this chrysalis. But I’m ready.”

“When I say ‘go’, you run as fast as you can towards the elevator. Go down to our floor.” Steve spoke quietly over his shoulder to Y/N, making the petrified girl nod in response.

Thor took a hold of his hammer and Maria gripped her hand gun, everybody in the room ready to spring into action at any second.

Ultron continued. “I’m on a mission.”

“What mission?” Natasha asked.

“Peace in our time.”

And with that, three more of the robots burst through the wall of the party floor; splints of wood and pieces of glass flying everywhere.

“Go!” Steve shouted to Y/N as he kicked up the coffee table, using it as makeshift shield.

The girl bolted as fast as she could towards the elevator, ducking out of the way of any flying debris. Though on her way, she saw her fiancé get flown back by one of the robots and crash to the floor. “Steve!” She yelled with worry.

“Go!” The man quickly responded.

After giving him a second glance, Y/N continued to head to the elevator.

Tony got thrown though a bookcase, Rhodes fell through a large price of glass, and numerous other Avengers began to get tossed around by these robots. Clint slid underneath a table to hide as Bruce and Natasha headed over to the bar, slipping over top of it and also falling to the floor.

One of the evil machines even grabbed ahold of Loki’s Scepter.

The redhead started to shoot at one of them as Steve jumped on the back of another, only to be forcefully shoved against the wall behind him. The man fell to the floor with a thud while Natasha and Bruce headed up the stairs.

Clint got shoved though glass and slid down a ramp, just as Tony headed with a screwdriver to disassemble one of the many robots.

Meanwhile, Thor continued to annihilate them with his hammer, tossing the metal to the side after every kill.

“Stark!” The Captain shouted.

The legionnaire began to speak as well. “We are here to help.” It repeated.

Tony struggled to get the thing dismantled. “One sec.” He spoke. “One sec, I got this.”

“Please back away.” The robots stated.

“Hmm.”

Half of one of them flew up and began to aim at Helen, but luckily, Steve arrived just in time to throw it out of the way. “Thor!” He called, making the God of Thunder smash the machine to the ground with his hammer.

“Is unsafe... is unsafe.. is unsafe.” The thing continued.

Fortunately, Clint was right next to where Steve’s shield was located. “Hey, Cap!” He yelled, tossing the thing to his Captain.

The blonde man easily caught it in the air with a grunt, spinning around and throwing it at a robot. The thing fell apart and crashed to the ground in several pieces, making the room go quiet.

The group just stood there, catching their breaths.

“That was dramatic.” Ultron stated as Tony finally sat down. “I’m sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn’t think it through.” The machine continued. “You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved if it’s not allowed to evolve?” He picked up one of the other legionnaires by its unresponsive head. “With these? These puppets.” He threw it to the ground. “There’s only one path to peace. The Avengers’ extinction.”

And without hesitation, Thor forcefully threw Mjolnir at Ultron. The hammer came flying back to him.

“I have strings, but now I’m free.” The destroyed robot hummed. “There are no strings one me.”

The friends continued to stand there, in shock of what just happened, before they heard a small clunking noise coming from a distance.

“What’s that?” Maria asked.

Tony secured the screwdriver in his hand and stood up. “Probably another bot. Let’s go take care of it.”

“It’s coming from the elevator.” Natasha stated, causing Steve’s eyes to widen with worry.

“Oh, god.” He breathed out, before rapidly picking up his shield and sprinting towards the lift.

Much to his horror, the sound was coming from a robot’s foot that was caught within the elevator doors, and the familiar scream of Y/N coming from behind them.

The man quickly shoved the doors apart and slashed the machine down with his shield, all of the care he has for his girl giving him extra adrenaline.

“S-Steve.” She sobbed from her place huddled in the elevator corner. “St-Steve, I-”

“O-Oh my god.” Her fiancé sighed, heading a bit forward and trying to help her up by grasping her elbows.

“Ow.” Y/N winced, left arm flinching away from him. “That’s where he g-got me.”

By now the whole team had huddled around them, watching the exchange with a frown.

“The robot?” Steve questioned while he walked the girl out of the elevator, earning a nod from her as the doors closed behind them.

“H-He followed me to the elevator.” She continued to cry. “I k-kept pressing the down button inside, but it was too slow. The doors tried to shut on his foot but he was too strong, so they just kept repeatedly closing on it.”

“What about your arm, N/N?” Steve asked, rubbing a soothing hand down her back that was still in his jacket.

She let out a shaky breath and sniffled. “He was grabbing me as I was r-running, and I think he sprained it or something.”

“I can get a look at it right away.” Helen insisted.

“T-Thank you.” Y/N said as she began to walk with the doctor, the whole team following behind them except for Steve.

“You coming?” Bruce asked.

The Captain ran a hand over his face, trying to hide the couple of tears that sprang into his blue eyes. “Of course. Just give me a second.”

The scientist nodded his head and continued walking with the group, unbeknownst to the fact that his leader was crying right behind him.

‘I was the one that told her to go to the elevator in the first place.’ The internal voice in Steve’s head was shouting loud and clear. ‘Now she’s hurt, and it’s all my fault.’

*****

The Avengers had lost. Their battle, their sanity, their pride; all of it was lost.

Ultron was still alive, and the twins had gotten away, but not before picking and plucking with each of the Avengers’ deepest fears, displaying them at the front their minds.

Hulk had lashed out and injured; killed multiple people, making Bruce feel guiltier than ever before.

Thor, Natasha, and Steve were all still recovering from their dreams as Clint flew the quintet, and Tony was on video call with the Tower.

“The news is loving you guys.” Maria stated into the camera from her place in New York. “Nobody else is. There’s been no official call for Banner’s arrest, but it’s in the air.”

“The Stark Relief Foundation?” Tony questioned.

“Already on the scene.” She told him. “How’s the team?”

“Everyone’s...” Stark looked around the jet, seeing everybody’s deep frown lines more prominent than ever. “We took a hit. We’ll shake it off.”

“Well, for now, I’d stay in stealth mode and stay away from here.”

“So, run and hide?” Tony clarified.

“Until we can find Ultron, I don’t have a lot else to offer.” Hill spoke truthfully.

The billionaire sighed. “Neither do we.”

“Maria?” The team heard in the background of the video call, right before Stark was about to shut it off.

“Here might be something to lighten your guys’ mood.” The agent gave the Avengers a small smile. “Hey, N/N.” She said, head turned slightly to the left of the camera.

“Is that them?” The voice, presumably Y/N, asked.

Maria stood up from her chair and held it out for the other girl to sit in. “Their all yours.”

“Hey, Tony.” Y/N spoke as she sat down. “Is Ste-?”

“Doll?” The man who she was looking for came up behind Stark.

“Steve.” She sighed in relief. “I just wanted to see if you’re okay. Thank goodness you are.”

“Why aren’t you up on our floor?” The Captain asked, eyebrows furrowed as could be.

“I-I know that you wanted me to stay up there, but I just wanted to talk to you. I-”

“I don’t care.” Steve cut her off with a stern voice. “I want you up there, it’s safer.”

“But, Steve-” Y/N started.

“Now.”

The girl scoffed and shook her head, ready to give up. “Fine, whatever.” She stood up from her chair with a puff.

“I love you.” Steve spoke, almost remorsefully.

Normally Y/N would smile at those three simple words from him, but right now, her face was cold as tone. “Love you too.” And with that she shut off the video call, leaving an empty black screen in its wake.

The Captain turned back to his team and saw them all staring at him skeptically.

“What?” He asked.

Tony just ignored it and stood up, walking to Clint who was piloting at the front of the yet. “Hey, you ‘wanna switch out?”

“No, I’m good.” Clint told him. “If you ‘wanna go get some kip, now’s a good time because we’re still a few hours out.”

“Few hours from where?” Stark questioned.

“A safe house.”

‘A safe house.’ Steve mocked the words inside of his head. Were they truly ever safe? This walking group of accidents waiting to happen? It didn’t seem so.

Steve always brought catastrophe wherever he went. Whether it was huge battles like these, little fights back when he was younger, or even robots attacking his fiancée.

Has he ever really lived without a war?

Could he ever really live without a war?

It didn’t seem so. But, Steve definitely knew one thing for certain. There was no way in hell that he was bringing Y/N into one ever again. Whatever it takes.

Next Chapter

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diloph · 4 years

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Covers always lie.

Spoilers below the cut.

I know that the full Deathstroke arc isn’t completely over yet, but now that it looks like Clayface was only in the third issue, I’m pretty annoyed that Annie got used as a cover shill for the new BTAS comics when her likeness was used so briefly.

Like two panels, boom, done.

I can understand that her reappearing safe and sound might’ve undermined the tragedy of the episode she appeared in and hell, I would have been okay with what actually happens in the issue; where Clayface tries to pull a fast one on Robin, only for Tim to instantly see through it and hit him back. Keep in mind that Hagan has to do something nasty to get him stuffed in a jar before he resurfaces in Justice League.

But... really? You’re going to put Annie (or “Annie”) on the cover just to make people go “oh damn, I remember that episode, is she back or is it a cruel trick?” and use her for so little? That’s really how you use the character that created so much drama?

It’s even more annoying considering that even when you look at what was done, it could have easily been a full episode in the arc itself. I’d seen others’ suggestions pre-release about how it might’ve went down: Deathstroke hunting Clayface and Hagan ends up duping Robin by pretending to be his errant scout in order to get protection from Batman and the like, only to be outed at the end.

Granted, it’s not my favourite suggestion of how things would go with Annie or Clayface, but I think that it could have fit the tone of the BTAS episode she’d appeared in all the same. Having that further kick in the teeth, considering what happens to poor Tim Drake in the future, is maybe a little too dismal and tragic but it still would have been something I could have seen as a full episode on TV.

Whilst Tim seems to be a larger part of the interactions with Deathstroke so far, it could have been a good lead-in, where we could have gotten a good look at Tim again. We might’ve gotten some interesting character interactions with him caught between “Annie” and Bruce.

It could even call back to the Annie episode in question and give us a chance to see how Tim actually took the whole ordeal, considering in that it was sort of avoided at the end of the episode. It would at least set up a nice opportunity for Bruce and his charge to come to the same sort of empathy and understanding we saw from Dick Grayson when he and Batman came to loggerheads over Tony Zucco.

Of course, this is just me focusing on the Robin side of things because he’s still alive and a main character to this day. What if it had actually been Annie, returned from oblivion? Sent out as yet another decoy for Deathstroke and Batman to chase while Clayface makes a getaway? What if he had, in reference to his original arcs, gave up on becoming Matt Hagan, only for a sudden potential cure to be discovered?

We all know that he doesn’t get cured, but if there was an option to non-lethally neutralise a member of his rogues gallery permanently, I could see the colder and more pragmatic Batman of The New Adventures to seize upon such an opportunity. That in mind, if Hagan wanted to keep his powers, wouldn’t it be a good back-up plan for him to send out the poor, innocent Annie to take the metaphorical bullet of the cure so that he could continue his life of crime?

Or, for the same reasons, he sends Annie out as a smokescreen so that he can get close to the inventor of the cure and kill them so that it couldn’t be used against him? Or if he did want to become human and sent her as a test subject considering his usual luck when it came to chances like that?

Surely the Caped Crusder would rather give the cure to her rather than a hardened crook like Clayface? How would Bruce react to her? To the plan itself? Would he suspect it from the beginning and argue with Tim over Annie’s involvement in it? Or would his convictions as a good man come through for them in the end and help to save her? He would at least try to duplicate the serum to cure them both first, only to discover it isn’t an option and choose to help the innocent kid. Help her to master her control over herself to make her morphology human enough for the cure to work, that sort of thing.

As for Annie herself, there’s all sorts of things you could do with her. Granted, I don’t think giving her Clayface’s suite of powers and making her a bit-part crime fighter would be... tonally appropriate, all things considered, but there are other options that the reasonably grounded world of the DCAU could go without it going over the top. Something akin to Teen Titans’ ending for Terra.

Being reabsorbed into Clayface might’ve been an interesting way to look at Annie’s character when she resurfaces. Does she consider herself Matt Hagan? Something separate, yet similar? After all that time, would Annie even remember Tim? That could be part of her story, remembering all they went through, setting her up to sacrifice herself again, only for things to go right this time?

Moreover, if they brought her back in full, it would have meant that the strongest point of Annie’s episode would come into play; the relationship between her and Tim. It wouldn’t have to be romantic or anything, good friends are likely just as hard to come by in Gotham city, but I think that it would be good for Tim Drake to have ties to somebody outside of Bruce’s cadre of caped nitwits to fall back on post Joker-brainwashing.

Have Tim fight to help her regain her sense of self, her memories. Have Annie wrestle with the fact that she could end up with a normal life outside of everything she’s ever known. Have Batman struggle between taking a powerful player out of the Gotham crime scene and being human, as is the greatest strong point of the DCAU’s portrayal of Batman. Have Clayface appear in a medium not restricted by animation and do wilder things.

It just seems like such a waste of a good idea.

All in all, I can get why they didn’t really bring Annie back. It would have made the arc that brings in Deathstroke solely about her and/or Clayface, which defeats the purpose of Deathstroke himself acting as a set-up for Jason Todd. The slap in the (Clay)face from Matt Hagan, while not my favourite, would’ve been fine as a straight-up gut-punch to both the reader and to poor Robin, even as that single bit.

But putting her on the cover just seems kinda low to me, man.

#Batman #Batman the Animated Series #Batman: The Adventures Continue #been sitting on this one for a while folks #I guess I'm mad because they could have given Tim ONE thing #considering how he gets hijacked by the Joker later on #it isn't a big thing and it explains why she's on the Batcomputer in Beyond #just something and somebody to show Tim that after he kills the Joker and is a broken man that he did some GOOD in Gotham #rather than the bleak and dismal events that have him thrown by the wayside #I mean I GET why he excises himself from the rest of the Bats because of what happened to him #that would still happen and still hurt him #but he has somebody OUTSIDE of them to turn to #also any of the above ideas are a great chance to portray Bruce as HUMAN considering how the New Adventures era on has him acting so cold #it doesn't need to be a happy ending as I've said but it should be more than a goddamn cameo on the cover #and inside the man who killed her wears her face for two panels #...please don't do the same to Baby Doll or Original Best Iteration Harley Quinn please give them the respect they deserve #give them a decent and tangible plot within the greater 'HERE COMES JASON' arc

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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Oh,what am I supposed to do without you.

Loki x daughter!reader pt 2

Summary: You never knew your mother, but from the journal your Uncle Thor gave you, you knew she was a special women. You also knew that you were the splitting image of her.

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Loki’s POV

Silence. That's all he heard now. No more sweet laughter. No more soft humming as she walked through the garden. No more mumbled words of love and whispers of sweet nothings. No all her heard was silence. Silence in the chambers that once belonged to the both of them. Silence as he walked the halls of a busy palace. Full of people but he was always alone. Silence..in the nursery that has been empty for nearly sixteen years. The bright beautiful colors, dull and covered in a layer if dust. But what else is new, everything has been dull since his beloved has died.

After he had his daughter sent away, Thor had been on more off world missions. He would leave for long periods of time and only come back to visit. Frigga would look at Loki with disappointed and pitiful eyes, that he would pointedly ignore. And while Loki managed to pull himself together and leave his room, he still had this dark depressing cloud over him. He was barely holding it together.

He was just...dark. His mischievous ways became cruel. Harmless pranks he used to play turned into mean tricks. His dry wit became cruel taunts. And when he wasn’t tormented people he was distant. There have been several times maids have found him staring out windows or at walls just lost in thought. Thinking of the life he could have had. A happy life with his wife and a child.

If only...

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Y/n POV

Millions of light years away in Midgard, or earth, there was you. Y/n Odinson. After being sent away by Loki, Thor had taken you to live with Heimdall wanting to keep you close and true to your asgardian roots. But with Heimdall being the literal guardian of worlds and you growing to be a rather curious child, it wasn’t really a good match. So Thor took you to the only other place he could think of.

The Avengers HQ.

At first the team wasn’t too fond of the idea. Having a kid running around a superhero base isn’t really ideal. But after a while you won them over. Everyone absolutely adored you. Tony bought you any and everything you ever wanted, Bruce was your go to for advice, Steve doted on you and played with you whenever you wanted, Natasha was your self proclaimed aunt, and Clint was your fun uncle. Hell even Bucky found himself wrapped around your little finger. Yes, you had a wonderful life indeed.

But even though you could have anything you ever wanted, you still felt like you were missing something. Your parents.

You knew you were an asgardian. Your uncle Thor made sure you stayed true to your roots and you remembered the little time you spent on the planet. But you had no idea who your parents were. Every time you asked, Thor would always manage to change the subject. Other than the Avengers, who were more like aunts and uncles, you didn’t really have parents.

Now you knew you didn’t need them. You had a whole family of people who loved you like their own. But you couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.

It wasn’t until a few days after your sixteenth birthday that you learned the truth.

See you always knew you were asgardian, but never knew who your parents truly were. You couldn’t remember your life in Asgard, much less your parents. Thor refused to tell you who your parents were. The most you got out of him was that you looked almost exactly like your mother and that she was the sweetest person he knew.

So when your fingers started turning a light blue and ice started shooting out of them, it was a little surprising to say the least. It happened on your birthday. Tony decided that it would be a wonderful idea to throw you a surprise party. And usually, you wouldn’t mind it as you’re actually pretty good at socializing. But ever since you woke up, you haven’t been feeling too well. Your head has been hurting, you felt light headed, and you just felt cold. Your hands and toes felt as if you were standing in the snow for hours.

As you were walking into the common room, the Avengers and some of your friends popped out, scaring the absolute crap out of you. Resulting in you pulling an Elsa and then passing out. And while everyone fussed over you, trying to figure out what the hell happened, Thor was planning on taking you to Asgard.

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After persuading the team ( specifically Bucky and Tony), you found yourself behind Thor as he was greeted by a man who looks a lot like Idris Elba.

“Heimdall!!” Thor boomed embracing the man “It’s wonderful to see you again my friend.”

“Thor, its been too long!” Heimdall says with a smile,” Does the all father know about our dear visitor?” He says, golden eyes looking into yours. Your face grows hot under his gaze as you smile at him shyly. His face softens at the sight of you.

“Y/n, welcome home” He says with a nod of his head. Your eyes widen as you distinctly remember not telling him your name. Thor and Heimdall chuckle at the look of surprise on your face

“Moonlight, Heimdall was the first person to take care of you before the Avengers” Thor said chuckling.

“Oh, then its lovely to see you again” You say, not really knowing what to say.

Heimdall smiles and whispers to Thor, “ Does your brother know about this?”

Thor winces, “No...”

Heimdall stares at him for a bit before rolling his eyes. “My dear” He says to you,”You’re uncle is a buffoon.” You giggle at his words. Not understanding the severity of your presence.

“Come Y/n, lets get you settled in.” Thor says and you say goodbye to Heimdall, walking across the rainbow bridge in awe.

As you walk through the streets of Asgard, you noticed people staring at you. They whispered to each other as you passed by. You thought it was because Thor was home, but you had a weird feeling.

“Hey, uncle Thor?” you whisper

“Yes darling?”

“Why are they staring at me?”

“Oh...uh. ....cause you’re dressed in midgardian garments. when we get to the castle we’ll get you something to wear” Thor says nervously. You squint at his excuse. “Okayy” you say weirded out by his behavior.

Finally reaching the palace, you look around in awe. It looked like something out of a fantasy book. Thor lead you through the halls when a beautiful woman sped towards the two of you.

“Thor!” she said wrapping him in a hug.”welcome home my son”

“Mother” Thor says hugging her back,”I have missed you”

“Oh this is Frigga” you think to yourself. You feel a slight pang of jealousy, seeing Thor be embraced by his mother. But you push that thought aside when they break apart and Thor beckons you over.

“Mother...this is Y/n.” He says slowly. Frigga freezes at your name.

“Y/n?” She whispers, looking at you with wide eyes. She steps closer you you and puts her hands on your face and stares into your eyes.

“Oh, I’d know those eyes anywhere.” She says. “ Oh darling”

She pulls you into a loving embrace, startling you. “I haven’t seen you since you were but a babe.” she holds you at arms length. “Oh you...you look just like..” She stops herself, shaking her head and wipes away tears. “Look at me, crying all over you”

You smile,”It’s okay, its lovely to meet you.”

Frigga laughs,” Yes, I am so happy you are here. Come, let me show you where you can rest.” As she leads you out of the room, she turns to Thor and says, “Thor, don’t forget to mention our guest to your brother.” And with that she wraps her arm around your shoulders and leads you to a guest room, asking about your life and interest.

You answer, blissfully unware or the dread running through Thor's body at the thought of confronting his brother.

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Loki's POV

Thor slowly walked to the chambers, regretting every choice he has made till now. He knew there were two way Loki would handle the news. He’d either go ballistic or completely disappear for however long Y/n was there.

For his sake and hers, he'd prefer that latter option.

Finally reaching his room, Thor stood in front of the door. He was trying to figure out how to tell Loki his long lost daughter that he disowned was in the palace. Oh and she doesn’t know who her parents are. And that him and his team of superheroes have been raising her.....and that she has ice powers.

Loki, sat in his room reading noticed shadows under his door. Rolling his eyes, he thought it was the maids again. They always hesitated to knock on his door.

“What do you want?” Loki says in a monotone voice, opening the door only to his his brother standing their with a sheepish look on his face.”Thor.. you’re home.”

“Brother! How lovely to see you” Thor said loudly. “ I just came to ...uh..came to..”

Loki looked at him in irritation and confusion. “Came to what?”

“Came to invite you to dinner!” Thor said grinning nervously

“What? no flowers?” Loki deadpanned

“Oh hush brother” Thor said. “I have been away for so long, and I would be overjoyed if you came to my welcome home dinner.”

“If I agree, will you leave me be?” Loki said. finally irritated with his brothers presence.

“Yes!” Thor said. “ Wonderful...”

Loki looked at him weirdly again and nodded, but before he closed the door Thor started talking.

“Brother, tell me, how have you been?” He asked

“Wonderful, now do you mi-“ “Be honest.”

Loki glares at his brothers words and stays silent for a while. Then he sighs and steps aside, letting Thor in his room.

“I don’t know.” He finally says, looking down at the floor.

“You..don’t know?” Thor repeats, not understanding the response.

“Yes. At first I was devastated, I was angry. But now...now I feel empty. Like there’s something in my life that I’m missing.” Loki sighs again, looking out the window. “Every time I look, there she is. Sometimes she’s reading in the garden. Sometimes she’s helping the maids. And sometimes...” Loki stops himself, tears forming in his eyes.

“Sometimes..?” Thor prompts gently as he slowly walks to the bookshelf, leaning against it.

“Sometimes I see her staring at me. Disappointed.” Loki finally says, his back turned to Thor as he lets his tears fall freely.

“Loki..I am certain she understand.” Thor says, “ would she be upset? Probably.” Loki tenses at his, his brothers words sting at his heart. “But, she knew you. I think she’d prefer her child to be well loved.”

Loki nodded, still not facing Thor. And because of that, he didn’t notice Thor swipe a particular journal and replace it with another book.

“Well” Thor said suddenly,” I should be off, I promised mother I’d help show our guest around.”

“Our guest?” Loki said making a face at the thought of socializing.

“ Oh yes.” Thor said walking out of the room, “ a princess of some sort, I believe”

Loki rolls his eyes, he knew if royalty was visiting, he’d be forced to dress up and make stale conversation.

Meanwhile, Thor walked down the halls, with a beautiful leather journal, that belonged to a certain girls mother. And a plan in mind.

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#loki x daughter!reader #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #mcu loki #loki imagine #mcu imagine #loki x poc!reader #reader insert #poc reader #marvel x reader #avengers #avengers x teen!reader #thor odinson #thor x reader #fanfic #poc representation #teen!reader

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fandomtrash465 · 4 years

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Time Fluff: Chapter 2

A/N: Hi again! Thank you guys so much for the support on the first chapter! I honestly didn’t think that anyone was going to read this lol. I just couldn’t wait to post the next chapter because I’m so excited to write this whole thing. This chapter is still just to set up everything to come next, in the next part is when things are going to start getting really good I promise! Thanks for reading and I luv you all <3

Summary: Bucky x reader. Bucky and reader have liked each other for a long time but they’re both in denial of the other’s feelings. What will happen when Tony’s new invention accidentally brings 40sBucky and 40sSteve to the present? If this were to go in the actual MCU timeline it would probably be sometime before infinity war and before they actually figured out time travel.

Word Count: 1249

Warnings: Little bit of fluff and very brief mentions of Bucky’s nightmares without going into detail

Other Chapters: Time Fluff Masterlist

“Tony you need to go to sleep. You’ve been awake for the past two days” I say exasperatedly as Tony downs his twelfth cup of coffee in the past three hours. “This will still all be here after you get a few hours of rest”

“I swear that I’m this close to getting everything” he pauses typing for a moment to show his forefinger and thumb almost touching. He continues typing at a rapid pace and disregards that I said anything to him about needing sleep.

“Both of you come take a look at this, this has to mean something” Bruce looks up from his lab and points at a figure shaped like a helix. We stop what we are doing and walk over to take a closer look at the model. “I think that if we’re able to find the right energy source we may have it all put together” Tony takes off his glasses and starts examining the model more closely.

“Banner, Y/L/N, I think that we’ve got it” Tony starts smiling and runs back over to his desk and starts writing diagrams on several different papers.

“What are you doing now? I mean this is amazing, really, really incredible. But now is the time for you to just take a break, both of you. Tomorrow we can work on blueprints for how we’re going to build this time machine. If we all sleep on it for a while I think that we’ll be way more effective” I try to reason with the both of them, taking note of the bags under their eyes and the sagging of their shoulders despite the fact that we may have just figured out the secret to time travel.

“I think that Y/N might be right about taking a break and getting some rest for the night. We got a lot done these last few days and I think that we’ll be able to work faster on actual sleep instead of just caffeine” Bruce says while placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder to get him to stop working for a bit.

“Fine. I’m not happy about it but if it makes you feel better I’ll take a break for the night. Meet here first thing tomorrow morning, six o’clock sharp” Tony finally concedes with a firm look between us. I give him a look at the idea of having to wake up at six am but at least he’s finally going to get some sleep.

“Good. I’ll see you guys tomorrow” Bruce gives us both a small smile and walks out of the lab after gathering all of his things while we bid him goodbye as well.

“See you tomorrow Tones, please actually get some rest and don’t just stay up here all night by yourself” I tell him as I walk out the door. Before I walk up to my room I stop by the kitchen to get a glass of water and on my way, I notice someone sitting on the couch watching tv.

“Bucky?” I ask the figure, taking note of the metal arm.

He looks just as surprised as me that someone else is still awake at this time of night. “Hey Y/N, what’re you still doing awake?” He motions for me to sit next to him.

“Bruce, Tony, and I were working late in the lab. I guess I didn’t realize that it was almost two in the morning already” I say a bit shyly from the way that he is looking at me. He must have no idea what those beautiful blue eyes can do to a person. “Why are you still up?” I ask him curiously in an attempt to distract myself.

“Just the usual, can’t really sleep from the nightmares” He tells me nonchalantly as if the way that he suffers every night isn’t a big deal.

“Oh Buck. Do you want to talk about it?” I gently take his hand in mine to let him know that I’m here and that I care about him.

“Nah, it’s nothing that important. You shouldn’t have to worry about me or anything doll, I can take care of myself” He tries to lighten the mood a little bit with a wink that I can’t help but smile a little at.

“If it’s about you of course it’s important. But I am glad that you’re doing okay, do you want to get back to bed and try to be rested for tomorrow?” I ask and rub his arm lightly to comfort him even though he says that he’s fine, not even really noticing that it’s his metal arm.

“Thanks doll, I’m probably good to go to bed again. Just needed a little time to clear my head, ya know?” I almost think that he blushes slightly when I touch his arm but I brush it off as a trick of the light.

“No problem Bucky. I’ll see you tomorrow?” We get up and start heading towards our rooms which are across the hall from each other, completely forgetting about getting a glass of water.

“Definitely doll”

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The next day I actually woke up at 5:45 in the morning to have time to grab breakfast and coffee before likely spending the rest of the day working on a time machine with Bruce and Tony. And after an uneventful bowl of cereal and cup of coffee I started heading down to the lab at exactly six o’clock. Tony’s gonna have a cow from me being two minutes late, I thought to myself.

As If on cue, as soon as I walked into the lab at 6:03 Tony was basically at my throat. “Where have you been? We have work to do!” He already had two empty cups on his desk that he was now using as paper weights. Bruce glanced up at me and we exchanged a smile in greeting.

“Yes Tony, I know that I am a horrible person for showing up three minutes late. I have jeopardized this entire project, I am sorry” I deadpan jokingly and notice Bruce snicker a bit behind me while Tony pretends to have not heard what I said.

“Alright you two, I have three different ideas already for what I think would work for this” Tony explains them all briefly while showing us the blueprints and holograms for the models. We end up agreeing that the second option would work best as far as handling the amount of energy that will go into this thing. We then ended up spending the next five hours figuring out what energy source we would need for this to possibly work.

“What if we use this” Bruce suddenly suggests while showing us the research that he’s been doing this whole time.

After Tony and I look over all of Bruce’s notes and ideas Tony seems very ecstatic. “This is perfect! And it’s an easily accessible material and it’ll be easy for us to use. We’re geniuses” I start laughing out of relief and disbelief that we actually managed to get this far with time travel. “We have to start building this. Now” Tony says with finality in his voice. And that is exactly what we did, and we almost got finished with only one part left when Clint came in scolding us for needing to eat as it was now almost eight o’clock at night.

After we left none of us were aware of the blue glow now coming from the nearly finished machine.

(I’m conflicted on if I should bring in pre war Steve and Bucky or WW2 Steve and Bucky?? If any of you have any ideas please help!)

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #tony stark #bruce banner #time travel #marvel mcu #avengers

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thedeaditeslayer · 4 years

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INTERVIEW: The creative team behind DEATH TO THE ARMY OF DARKNESS chats about making multiple Ashes.

Ash Williams is a larger-than-life character, but is the world ready for more than one of him? Readers are going to find out in Death to the Army of Darkness #1 from Dynamite Comics. Taking place just after the Army of Darkness movie, a bad translation of the Necronomicon is at the heart of the problem, leading to versions of Ash such as the female Ashley Williams, the erratic Lil’ Ash, Dash aka Doggie Ash, Skeleton Ash, and Chainy, Ash’s now sentient chainsaw.

At the helm are writer Ryan Parrott (Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Batman: Gates of Gotham) and artist Jacob Edgar (Savage Tales: Red Sonja), with colorist Kike J. Diaz (Sherlock Frankenstein, Ether) and letterer Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou (Red Sonja, Peter Cannon: Thunderbolt) completing the creative team.

The Beat chatted with Parrott and Edgar about the upcoming comedy-horror book.

Deanna Destito: What inspired the premise of this new series?

Ryan Parrott: My editor, Nathan Cosby, actually called me up one day. He’d read some of my work on Power Rangers and was tossing around the idea of doing a “Team Ash” book. Ash is such an iconic character and I loved the idea of trying to surround him with his own team of misfits. At first, we talked about it being Ashes from other realities, but we realized there was already a precedent set for clones and dopplegangers with “Evil Ash” from “Army of Darkness.” And character-wise, we started to really gravitate toward forcing Ash to come face-to-face with different parts of his own personality and it slowly started turning into a story about responsibility and what it means to be “The Chosen One.”

Destito: How big of an Army of Darkness fan are you?

Parrott: Have I read Bruce Campbell’s autobiography If Chins Could Kill? Yes, I have. Have I been playing exclusively with “Ash” for over a year on the horror game, Dead By Daylight? Yes, I have. I actually saw the trilogy backwards in college because of a friend and, I will argue that to this day, there is no better horror hero than “Ash.” Being able to put words in his mouth and add a brick to the legacy wall of a character I love is an insane pleasure.

Jacob Edgar: I came to it late. Right when I took on this project, if I’m being honest. I’ve been familiar with the franchise for a long time, I had seen a lot of Bruce Campbell’s other work (can we do a Brisco County Jr comic next??) but not Evil Dead and Army of Darkness. So immediately after signing on I got to dive in and binge the movies, the Starz show…it’s been a blast. I don’t have the history with it that Ryan does, but I loved it immediately.

Destito: Where does this fall in the mythology and can new fans jump in easily?

Parrott: My approach to nearly every comic series is to try and make it accessible to both hardcore and casual fans alike. And since you can’t guarantee everyone has seen every movie or read every comic series beforehand, I built this story so a person could pick up the first issue only knowing that Ash was the hero of Army of Darkness. Now, since I’m also a fan, there are definitely elements and Easter Eggs for people who are paying attention… but this one is its own story that simply takes place in the world of Army of Darkness.

Destito: Do you find it easier or harder to illustrate something so well known and played by such a distinct, animated actor like Bruce Campbell?

Edgar: I think it’s easier in a lot of ways. Ash as a character is already built for me, that work is done. I know what he wears, I know what he drives, I know what kind of guy he is which informs set design and character acting. I love Bruce Campbell, and I love how expressive Ash is. That’s definitely something I’m trying to translate into our book.

Destito: What was your process for designing each Ash?

Edgar: For Ash himself, I wasn’t ever interested in trying to make a realistic depiction of Bruce Campbell. I don’t think my style lends to that, but also…you really have to nail that EVERY panel, or the panels that are off are going to take the reader out of it. The other thing I wanted to be conscious of was not exaggerating his chin too much, or his build. I think that’s a pitfall sometimes. Ash is fairly fit, but he’s not Batman.

When it came to Ashley, I really wanted her to have a unique look of her own. Reminiscent of Ash, but with some twists. And those twists were never going to be cleavage and booty shorts, which is another pitfall for something like this. Ashley is probably the most tactical and dangerous of the bunch, that’s what needed to come across.

The others are pretty straightforward. Dash is a Boxer dog and we gave him a blue bandana to echo Ash’s shirts. Bones is based on that famous Evil Dead 2 poster, the skeleton with eyes. But I’m getting to add costuming to him in issue #2, which is making him much more fun (and easier to draw!). Then we’ve got Lil Ash who is an exaggerated and extra crazy version of the Ash gremlins from Army of Darkness. I hope readers will love all these weirdos as much as we do.

Destito: How has it been working with the creative team to bring the series to life?

Edgar: This has been especially fun for me because it’s my first time doing multiple issues of something. Ryan’s scripts are a blast to draw and Kike is going to be a superstar colorist, I love the energy he’s bringing. Hassan is one of the best letterers around and I just hope I don’t make his job harder than it has to be. Nate’s been my editor since 2017 and he always gets the best out of everyone, we’re in great hands.

Destito: Of the Ashes, which clone is your favorite?

Parrott: Oh man. I have to tell you which one of my kids is the favorite? This won’t come back to bite me. Oddly enough, it has kinda depended on which issue I’m writing. In the second issue, it was Ashley, Ash’s feminine side because I loved that she wasn’t afraid to call Ash on his tricks. In the third issue, it was Dash, the dog version of Ash, because he started to become the leader, but in the fourth, it became Bones, the walking Skeleton version of Ash, because I started to realize just how in over his head he felt, and that was fun to write. Maybe that’s me dodging your question… but I like the voices of all the characters, it feels almost unfair to choose.

Edgar: At first I was telling everyone Dash, the dog. Because dogs are always best. But I’m really starting to love Bones, the cowardly skeleton. His character is so different from everyone and everything else, he’s really fun to play with.

Destito: What can fans expect in future issues?

Parrott: I think if you love Army of Darkness as much as I do, well… I tried to put in all the hallmarks of the series: Action, adventure, horror and humor. We’ll have Deadite possessions and chainsaw decapitations, and it wouldn’t be complete without a little time travel. For hardcore fans, we’ll get into some of the reasons behind the creation of the Necronomicon Ex Mortis and even the philosophy behind the Deadites themselves. Hopefully, if people like it… this will be the first step into some epic mythological Army of Darkness storytelling, because… we have plans… but if not, I hope people will be happy with a lot of blood, guts and boomsticks.

Death to the Army of Darkness #1 can be preordered at your local comic shop this month. The issue hits shelves in February. For digital, head over to Comixology, Kindle, iBooks, Google Play, Dynamite Digital, ComicsPlus, and more.

#Army of Darkness #Dynamite Entertainment #Dynamite Comics #comic #comics

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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The Big City

The Big Guy: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bruce Banner x F!Reader

Word Count: 1898

Warnings: Slight Angst, Fluff, Pregnancy, Smut (F|M, Vaginal sex)

Synopsis: Meeting the big green guy wasn’t exactly a normal day, you didn’t expect it to you leading a life on the run and keeping your child’s nature from the world.

The Big City

A lot happened after the Hulk left you in that warehouse.

It took less than five minutes for the army to find you. They held you for two weeks trying to get information from you. You stuck to your story. Bruce Banner had been door knocking looking for work. You’d hired him to help sort out your gallery. The two of you had started a relationship. You didn’t know about the Hulk. You knew he was in trouble but not what kind.

After the two weeks, they’d let you go again but they kept watching you. You were worried about them finding out about your daughter. So after two weeks of pretending you didn’t know what was going on and faking a routine that they could predict, you used it to run.

It was not exactly easy being a fugitive and pregnant. You needed medical care and you couldn’t rely on anyone. Not to mention your skill set was far from marketable. You had managed to cross the border into Canada with no problem. In Canada, you went remote and ended up having your daughter in a small, rural hospital with documents faking your own identity. So not only did her birth certificate not have her father’s name on it, it didn’t have your name either.

You named her Beatrix and for the next year, you kept moving. You’d pause for a while only to get a whiff of the army and move again. After two years of running, they stopped chasing. You settled where you were. That happened to be in a small beachside Australian town. Your passport said you were Canadian and had a name that wasn’t yours. Bea was Bea though her last name had changed. She was small and smart. Learning things at a much faster level than average children.

When you read about the incident in Manhattan where two monsters attacked each other, the photos made it clear that one was the Hulk. It said one had been killed while the other had fled. You were not sure which was which and for months you mourned. Time waits for no man though, and you had a daughter who didn’t know why you were suddenly so upset and needed you to not completely fall apart.

So you raised your little Australian girl by the beach. Moving on with your life. You took up art again, selling it at markets on the weekend. During the week you worked in a craft store. You feared to send Bea to childcare, but so far so good. After a year she had an Australian accent and had no idea who her family was.

Then, aliens attacked New York. 6 people made a stand and one of them was the Hulk. It had felt like your heart had stopped when you’d first seen that flash of green on the screen. Slowly more photos came out along with stories of him saving people and fighting aliens.

You scoured the news about it trying to figure out where he was after. If he’d run again. If this had changed things. If you were safe. For a while, there was no word at all. He just seemed to vanish again. You kept your eyes on the news hoping it was just a case of him keeping a low profile. Tony Stark was talking about the group under the title the Avengers, but apart from the fact that you knew Thor left Earth and Tony returned to LA you had no idea where the others in the group went.

The next few months seemed to bring with it a series of large events. Tony’s house was destroyed and he returned to New York. Captain America had some incident in DC involving government secrets and Helicarriers being crashed into the heart of the city.

When the dust cleared the Stark Tower had been rebranded and you finally knew where you would find Bruce. You packed up your home. Sold your things and left for New York City.

The problem was, you hadn’t really thought out very well what you’d do when you got there. You had booked a hotel. That part was fine. Temporarily. You thought you could just show up at the tower and ask to see him and they’d let you in. It didn’t really occur to you that the man you had known was now a celebrity and you couldn’t get anywhere near him. All your pleading at the front desk landed on deaf ears. They weren’t interested in your claims. They were interested in keeping the fangirls away from the Avengers.

You tried calling. Emailing. You didn’t want to draw too much attention to yourself though because you were still worried about the government taking Bea from you.

It started to feel hopeless. You were chewing through your money and nothing was working out. You took Beatrix with you to the tower with one last hope maybe this time.

“Not you again. Just leave.” The receptionist snaps as soon as he sees you.

“If you could just listen,” You plead.

“Please don’t make me call security when you’re with your little girl.” The man says.

You sigh and turn around and a familiar looking man in a purple t-shirt comes strolling through the foyer with a Starbucks cup in his hand. You pick up Beatrix and rush over to him. “Mister… Hawk… Arrow … guy… person.” You babble as you rush over to him.

He gives you a confused look but doesn’t break stride. “Sorry. I’m kinda late. Do you want an autograph? You probably should have learned my name.”

“Sorry, Agent Barton.” The receptionist says chasing after you. “Look, Miss. I told you already. Security!”

“Hey! No need for that, Garry. Let her talk.” Clint says stopping and looking at you.

Now you have someone who might actually help, you’re not sure what to say. “Umm… so this is Bea.” You say, bouncing your three-year-old on your hip.

“Oh shit. Is she mine?” Clint asks looking wildly around the room.

“What?” You scoff. “No.”

“Tony’s?” He presses. “Sorry, ma’am. If she’s a Stark there’s actual legal protocol you have to go through.”

“She’s not a Stark.” You say. You look down at Bea and glance around the room. “Hey, sweetie. Can you show the man your trick? Just your eyes.”

She scrunches up her face. “You said not to.”

“It’s okay. Just this once.” You press.

She looks up at Clint. Her pupils dilate, blowing out her iris and as it readjusted where was brown was now an iridescent green.

“Holy shit!” Clint gasps nearly spitting out a mouthful of coffee. “Okay. Right. Sorry. I guess… I guess you should both come with me.”

He leads you to the elevator and you put Beatrix back down. “So how did… that is… Bruce doesn’t seem like the one-night stand type.”

“No. It wasn’t. We lived together. And then they came for him.” You say, running your hand through Beatrix’s hair.

“And he doesn’t know?” Clint asks.

You shake your head. “Hulk does. I told him to keep it a secret.”

Clint stares at you, his eyes close to bugging out of his head. He goes to say something shakes his head and closes his mouth. The elevator doors open and he leads you inside. “He should be in his lab.”

“He has a lab.” You say to yourself. Clint looks at you with his brow furrowed but doesn’t say anything.

You come around a corner and see him through a glass wall. He’s moving around a lab, opening up screens and pressing buttons before moving to something else. You suddenly get very nervous. What if he doesn’t want to see you. What if he rejects you both.

Clint just strides down the corridor and bursts through the door. “Hey, Bruce. Got a visitor for you.”

He looks up slightly startled like he’d been off in another world. “What?” He asks and looks over at you. It’s like time stops. He stares at you with his mouth open while you stand frozen. He whispers your name and then rushes to you, wrapping you in his arms. “Oh my god. I didn’t think I’d ever… I tried to find you but… how did you?”

You run your hands through his hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

He looks into your eyes for a moment, holding you like he’s worried you’ll disappear. He reaches up and runs his hand along your jaw before leaning in and kissing you. It’s tentative, to begin with. Still not sure of where you both stand now. When you return it, it deepens quickly. He becomes frantic and passionate. His tongue darts over your lips.

“Eww… mommy.” Beatrix whines beside you.

“Yeah right, kid. That’s a bit much.” Clint adds.

Bruce pulls away from you and looks down at his daughter like he’s just realized she’s there. “Who - who is this?”

“That’s Bea. Beatrix. Bruce. She’s yours.” You explain.

He stumbles back from you his hand on his heart. “What? How? But we were…”

“Bruce.” You say calmly walking after him. “You stay with me. We need to address this.”

Clint picks up Bea. “I don’t think this is a good idea, lady. We should get out of here.”

You wave him away. “It’s fine.” You say. “Big guy. I mean it. You stay where you are. Bruce has to hear this.”

Bruce’s hand opens and closes on his chest. “Is she? Does she?”

You cup his jaw and look into his eyes. “Bruce. Look at me.” You say. His eyes dart everywhere. “She’s your daughter and if you don’t want anything to do with her I can’t force you. But I know that’s not you.”

He looks into your eyes and then at the little girl in Clint’s arms. “She’s healthy? You’re both okay?”

“Maybe you two should have this conversation where there is coffee? I can take care of Bea?” Clint suggests.

Bruce took you to his apartment and you both sat on the couch drinking tea as you told him about everything that had happened since you last saw him. He told you about him too. Living in South America. The fight in Harlem. Moving to India. The battle for Manhattan. You then told him about Beatrix.

“So she has it?” He asks, looking as scared as you’ve ever seen him.

“Yes, but it’s different. She doesn’t become another person. And it’s not because she’s angry. She just randomly decides to do it sometimes. I have thankfully managed to get her to stop doing it in public.” You explain.

“So she’s okay? I didn’t curse her?” He asks.

“No. She’s fine. She’s a healthy 3-year-old.” You say.

“Can I meet her?” He asks.

You smile and rub his thigh. “I’d love that. I want you to know her. To be her dad.”

“JARVIS, can you tell Clint he’s safe to come back?” He says.

“Right away, Doctor Banner.” A male voice says filling the room and making you jump.

Clint returns leading Beatrix in the door. “Hey Bea, come here.” You say.

She runs over to you in that waddle that small children do and falls into your arms. “Bea, this man is …” You look up at Bruce not sure what to say.

He smiles softly at the little girl. “I’m your dad.” He says.

// NEXT

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High Pitched - Oneshot

Author: @sabine-leo

Genre: Fun, Humor, Mischief

Pairing: Loki x Reader PLUS a lot of the Avengers and more

Summary: Bored, you and Loki come up with another use for the helium gas tanks...

Note: After writing THIS Chat I couldn´t stop myself writing a oneshot upon getting an adding idea whispered into my ear by @bluedemonsblog

Hope you´ll have fun!!

In the Livingroom of Tony´s Tower hundreds of balloons cling to the ceiling. Black ones, white ones all swaying in the constant flow of air from the vents that provided you with fresh air.

“This is about the quadrillions balloon I am pumping helium into. Why does Tony always have to go over the top?” You said a little antagonized.

“I HEARD THAT!” came Tony´s yell from the bar that he was currently stocking up with high end booze. “GOOD, YOU BETTER!” you grinned a little as you filled yet another balloon.

“I am going over the top for the Team (Y/N), To boost the mood before the next mission! You better have a good time or I will make you!” Tony held up his gauntlet and a bottle of Vodka.

“Choose which one I will use against you!” He had the audacity to grin.

Thor, who was sitting next to your left with his lap full of empty balloons looked tired.

“We had a rhythm. I hand the balloons, You fill, Loki knots.”

Loki, sitting bored in a chair next to your right just waved his hand and the balloon is sealed close.

„Oh the jooooy!“ His eyes rolled back and so did his head.

Bored out of your mind yourself you said “I know what would be fun!” Lokis head snapped up at that. “Fun?” Nodding you grinned a little “Don´t knot the next!” Filling the balloon to its maximum you took it to your mouth and inhaled the gas inside.

Your voice instantly is high pitched as you started to talk

“I am (Y/N), burdened with inglorious purpose to fill those rubber-sheaths with gas”

Thor looked at you a bit unsure at first but very soon started to laugh his ass off and took the balloon out of your hands and inhaled himself. Loki smirked, but wasn’t yet convinced that this was fun.

“I am Thor, God of Thunder...” Thor started in a high voice which brought tears to your eyes, but Loki’s comment made you hold your belly.

“You sound like someone hit you with your hammer where it REALLY hurts!”

Thor´s laugh sounded even funnier in his high voice. Loki watched you and leaned forward with a gleam in his eyes that spelled TROUBLE..

“You, my Darling still need to learn about FUN. Let me teach you!” Taking the gas tank with one and your hand with the other he started to walk.

“Where are we going?” you asked with a normal voice again.

“We, my love, are going to find Bruce and make The Hulk inhale the gas! THAT will be fun!” Loki smiled at you and grinned at Tony who just stared in shock? Awe? Horror? You couldn´t describe the look he threw you.

Thor on the other hand jumped out of his chair and followed you.

“I NEED TO SEE THAT!”

Well, sadly there was nothing to see, because Banner wasn´t cooperating. He really didn´t want to change into The Hulk shortly before Tony’s Party and probably SMASH everything that he got into his big, green hands. Every trick you tried to cajole him was received with deaf ears. Thor even tried to aggravate Bruce to make him change but that didn´t work either.

“You are a Party trooper!” Thor said with a little pout.

“I believe you mean Party Pooper, brother.” Loki said and sat the gas tank back down.

Bumped you looked at Loki. “I don´t want to finish the decorations by hand.. could you not… you know…” Loki leaned in and said next to your ear.

“Well, darling, I could but how will you make me do it?” Oh that inuendo in his voice…

Banner and Thor sighed and looked at each other while saying “Get a room!”

Laughing Loki turned and looked at his brother.

“We do have one, and better don´t come looking for us in the next…lets say…3 hours!”

With that the both of you were gone and the decorations were finished.

Thor yelled “Better be ready in 3 the party starts by then!”

Loki really knew how to fill the most of the 3 hours. Showering and dressing up in a hurry after he had made you beg and beg some more, he stood behind you to close the zipper of the little black dress you had chosen to wear. “You look ravishing darling!” Smiling you turned and looked at him in his black suit. “You already ravished me…a lot…but thank you. You look very handsome yourself!”

Giving this stunning god a kiss you finished your hair and makeup and let him watch you while you did it. Loki liked being near you, he liked to be touched by you and he loved it that he could call you his own. It had taken a while until he could let you in like that, but you had made it under his armour and into his heart. The two of you became a mischievous double who liked to play pranks on everybody in the Tower. Mostly you had a somewhat funny idea and Loki took it to another level with his prowess.

“It really was a bummer that Bruce didn´t cooperate earlier.” You said as the both of you walked into the wide open space of the Livingroom overlooking New York.

“Don´t fret love, we do have something up our sleeve, I believe that is the right saying.”

Looking at Loki you grinned. “It is, and I can´t wait for it!”

Loki stole a kiss but soon got manhandled off of you by his brother and Clint.

“Enough lovey-dovey you had 3 hours… Time for a party!”

“Brother if you think 3 hours are enough I pity the women you lay with!” Loki deadpanned to the hoots of Clint and Tony who came offering drinks.

The party was fun, everybody was there who you could think of. Nat, Clint, Cap, Bruce, Thor, Vision, Wanda, Strange,... Even Fury was there for a little while before he got called and had to leave again. With a grumpy face he stood in the elevator and yelled “Don´t get all drunk, in case anything happens and I need you ungrateful lot!” Cap, saluted with a grin and a drink in his hands. He was the most level headed of the people around you and even he let loose tonight.

Some drinks and dances into the evening Loki sat down next to you, hijacking your lips for a moment before leaning back and watching Tony and Bruce fumbling with the karaoke machine.

“Do you need assistance with that?” He asked teasingly and smirked.

“Shut up, you wouldn´t know how to attach different cables if your life depended on it!” Tony fussed.

“Oh, he really shouldn´t have said that.” Loki said quietly and only for you before he started to grin.

“CLINT, get over here and put that thingy into this one!” Banner tried to explain.

Thor grunted a laugh. “How many PHD´s it was you got?” Everybody laughed at that and watched the three men wrestle with the machine for 5 minutes until it came alive and Tony hooked it up to his high end laptop, typing franticly before he laughed out. “HA!”

“Since you are up there, you better start singing!” Pepper threw in and Tony looked at her as if she had stabbed him in the back. Bruce wanted to get away that moment, but Tony grabbed him and hurled him back. “Oh no, you and me Bro…you and me both!”

“Are you sure you want him to sing Pepper? We ALL know what´s coming our way…and it will not be pretty!” Clint looked at Pepper, you just laughed and soon Black Sabbath started to sound out of the speakers. “IRON MAN!” Tony yelled into the microphone and Loki handed you some earplugs out of nowhere. “Thanks Love” You kissed him and grinned. Clint turned his hearing aids off but everybody else had to endure the song. Or better Tony and Banner trying to sing it!

After that Tony chose to sing another one with Thor joining him now.

Brad Paisley & Robbie Williams - "Collision of Worlds"

Loki took out your earplugs and just winked at you as you looked at him questioningly.

“Wait for it!” He grinned and motioned something with his fingers. It looked like a trigger for a spell, but you didn´t know for sure. Into the chorus of the song Tony started to sound pitchy.

He pushed some buttons and tapped on the microphone. But Thor sounded high pitched as well.

You looked at Loki who just grinned and nudged you to stay nonchalant.

With every breath they took they sounded even more like a chipmunk out of the comics.

Clint, who had turned on his hearing aids as he saw the confused look on Tony’s face began to laugh. “You sound like….” He stopped because he sounded high pitched as well. “Hahahah Clint!” Nat burst out but she too sounded just high voiced. Clapping her hand above her mouth she looked around into stunned faces. At first nobody wanted to try and talk. But then Steve took a deep breath and looked at Tony “Stop that Stark!” He squeaked and his eyes went wide as he heard his own voice. Bucky, who was standing next to him snorted and downed his drink. The liquid somehow managed that his voice sounded normal for some words “Cap you sound so strict!”

Everybody turned to Bucky and eyed him suspiciously. “Bucky Barnes! What did you do?” Steve demanded in that high voice. The normally reserved Bucky broke into laughter and the next words got higher with every letter. “I didn´t do anything Cap…”

Nat had trouble holding her laugh back but she turned to Clint and asked high pitched ad somewhat stern. “Did you put that thingy into THAT thingy, like Banner wanted?”

Clint looked at Nat with tears in his eyes and shook his head.

“I didn´t put ANY THINGY into something today!”

Thor clapped Clint on the back what made him almost tumble over

“Poor fella!” Thor TRIED to sound normal but failed miserably which made everybody cry tears of laughter. Tears streaming down your face laughing you looked at Loki who looked pleased with himself for a second. At the bar Nat said something which made everybody turn to look at Loki.

“Talk!” 3 voices sounded unison. Loki actually looked surprised and said (in an evenly high voice)

“Why is everybody looking at me?” Hearing him so high pitched made you snort ungallantly and laugh even more. “Spill it god of mischief! What did you do?” Tony demanded but couldn’t keep a straight face as he heard himself speak. Loki grinned and leaned back tacking you into his arm.

“I might have hooked the helium tanks to the air supply…”

Tony’s head snapped up to the vents and back to Loki.

“You shouldn´t have said that he can´t attach cables…” You laughed at your own voice and nudged Loki who tried to keep his cool but started to fail like everybody else.

“How many tanks?” Banner asked and looked to funny as he heard himself in that high voice for the first time. “3..” Loki said and you could see the gears turning as Banner tried to calculate how long it would last till everyone’s voice was back to normal. Tony just laughed and went back to the microphone. “To hell with it, let´s have fun. Nice Party trick Trickster!”

Loki inclined his head accepting the praise and grinned.

The fun really started after Tony and Pepper decided to sing a duet in that high voice.

Grease classic “You´re the one that I want”

Nobody could hold it together any longer and just laughed like a maniac.

That was why nobody noticed that the elevator doors opened and Nick Fury stepped into the room.

Taking in the sight he looked pissed very fast. “What the Fuck!” He swore still in his normal voice.

Tony turned to him and greeted him high pitched and laughing.

“Fury, join in the fun, which song do you want to sing? Maybe some Barry White?” Tony squeaked and just in seconds Barry White´s Never Gonna Give You Up started to play.

Fury’s nostrils started to flare.

But Tony was not done “uuuhhhh….Baby…” he moaned in his high voice the first sighs Barry normally sang in his deep, full of inuendo, voice. Everybody broke out laughing as Tony swayed his hips to the next moans. Fury took a deep breath, clearly to start screaming at everybody.

“What is this ? STARK are you TWELVE?” aaaand his voice was gone but he had talked himself into a frenzy already that he didn´t realized what was happening or how stupidly high he sounded.

“I said you should NOT get drunk in case something came up, but what did you do? Jumped head first into the next bottle of booze!” Steve had to keep Bucky up straight. Nat tried to muster SOME composure but failed as she saw Clint´s face with tears streaming down. Thor held his belly and was bend in half, falling to the floor hitting it with his fist.

“I can´t believe earth is relaying on you stupid TEENAGERS!” With his last scream he heard himself and his face fell for a second before he started to scream all over again. Insults and scolds flying out of his mouth without taking another breath. Nobody could take him seriously in that voice and after 3 minutes of unrelenting rebukes he stormed of and punched the buttons of the elevators a little to hard. He stared everybody down who dared to look at him until the doors closed.

Tumbling over yourself not ONE person in the room was left standing. Oh you would pay for that, all of you but it had been worth it. SOOOO WORTH IT…

It took some 10 minutes until you sat up holding your hurting belly. Loki twirled his fingers and you knew he cleared the air. Nobody could take anymore without having the worst aching muscles tomorrow. Actually it already was to late for that.

Wiping away the tears and clearing his throat, tony sat up and looked at you.

“That actually was a prank I did find funny! But oh, it hurts to laugh that much!”

“All for the Team!” You grinned and kissed the mischievous god next to you.

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