#marvel fanficion

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Tomorrow ~ Part 3

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,200ish

Summary: Steve and the others are running out of time to save you. Will they get to you in time?

Warnings: extreme angst, blood, torture, character death

Notes: jk… it’s going to be 4 parts instead of 3…

< previous part

“Just get out! OUT!”

Sam ran out of the conference room, joining Bucky and Natasha who were watching from outside.

“Stark isn’t messing around,” Sam commented.

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, keeping his eyes on Steve and Tony in the conference room.

“At least they’re working together.”

“At least we got Steve home,” Natasha mumbled.

“Not for long,” Bucky said. “If this fails, if Y/N… let’s just say, if this doesn’t end happily, we’ll lose Steve. For good.”

“I don’t believe that,” Sam said, shaking his head. “He wouldn’t—“

“He’ll run the moment she doesn’t make it,” Natasha said, agreeing with Bucky. “None of us realized how much he cared until she was gone.”

“She’s not gone! She’s alive and we’re going to save her!”

“Yeah? How?” Bucky questioned. “Those two idiots won’t let us in on the planning. The three of us have been kicked out and the others are too scared to try.”

“We just have to wait a little longer,” Natasha responded. “They’ll come up with something.”

“How much longer are you two willing to wait before coming up with a plan on your own?” Sam asked.

“I already have 4 plans in mind.”

“And I have 3,” Bucky added. “We’re just waiting to see what they come up with.”

The three fell silent as they continued to watch the two men work together.

“They’ll come up with something,” Sam whispered, trying to calm himself. “They have to.”

~~~

After the last broadcast, you were changed into a new sports bra and shorts and placed back in the cell you were originally in. You were ordered to get some rest before the next broadcast. You curled in on yourself as you bit your lip to try to stop the tears. But it was no use.

“Tomorrow… tomorrow…” you whispered to yourself. Tears ran down your face. “They will come… Steve will come… tomorrow… he has to come… tomorrow…”

You keep whispering ‘tomorrow’ to yourself until you eventually fell asleep.

~~~

“We’re running out of time,” Clint muttered, taking a sip of his coffee. “We can’t wait any longer for them to come up with a plan.”

Wanda, Vision, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Bruce, and Clint were in the kitchen, none of them able to watch Steve and Tony work in the conference room anymore.

“Clint’s right,” Wanda said. “We need to do something.”

Natasha sighed as she reached over for the nearest tablet. “I think I have something,” she said. “Barnes, feel free to add any—“

“We’ve got it!” Tony shouted, running into the room. “We’ve got it!”

“Great!” Clint exclaimed. “What is it?”

“No time! Everyone needs to get their asses onto the quinjet! You have no time to prepare.”

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky asked, noticing that his friend hadn’t burst into the room.

“He’s already left, so we need to get moving!”

~~~

You jumped as the door to your cell slammed open. You were still laying on the floor, too weak to get yourself up.

“Up, bitch!” The HYDRA agent yelled. You didn’t move. “I said up!” The agent kicked you in the gut causing you to whimper. “Up! Bitch! Up!” With each word came another kick to your abdomen. “Fine, I guess we’ll have to do things the hard way.” 

The agent reached down and gripped your neck. His grip continually tightened as he lifted you up. You wished you could have fought it, but you were honestly surprised that you were still alive after everything.

“Too bad I wasn’t allowed to use you the way you should have been,” a wicked smile grew across his face. “I might still have some time…” 

His free hand ran down your bare side, between the bra and shorts. If you had any food in you, you probably would have thrown up.

“What’s taking so long?” Rumlow asked, coming into the room.

“Sorry, sir,” the agent apologized like he hadn’t been planning to rape you just barely. “Our princess here seems to be too weak to move.”

“Really?” Rumlow came closer. He brushed a few fingers down your face. “How sad. I was led to believe that you were stronger than this. Shame.” Rumlow shrugged as he turned back around. “Guess this next broadcast will go faster than planned.” He chuckled darkly. “Not that, that’s much of a bad thing. Bring her to the broadcast room. I’ll make sure that everything else is ready for showtime.”

You were dragged by your neck to the broadcast room. Your mind was screaming at you to fight back, but your body couldn’t do it. When you arrived in the room, you immediately noticed the cuffs and straps that had been added to the back wall. You were taken over there and roughly locked onto the wall in a star position. There were three straps or metal cuffs on each of your arms, three on each of your legs, one around your waist, and another around your neck to keep your head up. 

To the side of you was an added table, littered with serrated knives of various sizes, three small handguns, a bow, and a quiver of arrows. Rumlow was aiming to kill you, and he was going to make a spectacle of it on live television. He wanted your death to be seen by everyone and remembered forever. He wanted to prove that HYDRA wasn’t to be messed with and that the Avengers couldn’t even save their own, so how could they continue to save the world?

Rumlow waltzed in with a sinister grin already adorning his face. You shivered from the chill that ran down you. You knew that most likely, this could be your end. You knew that you couldn’t let your team see you anything but resolute and okay with it. They needed to know that you didn’t blame them and they did everything they could. Especially Steve and Tony. Tony was able to turn everything around and blame himself for it. Your death would weigh on him forever. Then there was Steve. The man you love and had yet to even enjoy.

“Is our star ready for the show?” Rumlow teased, coming up to you.

“No matter what happens here, Rumlow,” your voice was hoarse but fierce, “they will find you and end you. You will not get away with this.”

“We’ll see about that.”

~~~

Steve took his own quinjet out to where he and Tony believed Rumlow was keeping you. He couldn’t afford to wait on the team, not with your life on the line. It had the jet on autopilot, the fastest speed possible. He was pacing in the back, unable to keep himself still. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to be still until you were in his arms, your heartbeat sounding in his ears and the warmth of your living body against his. That’s when Steve would be able to stop moving. If that didn’t happen, he would never stop. Not until all of HYDRA was completely gone.

Steve’s feet faltered when one of the screens flickered on. He inhaled sharply at the sight of you pinned against the wall. Slowly, his legs took him to stand in front of the screen. He stared at your face, your strength to not let Rumlow win clear to Steve. The camera panned out to reveal Rumlow standing next to a table full of weapons. Steve’s stomach dropped. 

“Hello, world,” Rumlow greeted. “Hello, Avengers. Your time has run out to save your precious teammate here.” He pointed at you. “You have failed to find me, Rogers, and so you have failed her.”

“No!” You shouted. “Don’t listen to him, Steve! You didn’t fail me! None of you failed me! I—“ 

Your breath caught as one of the serrated knives from the table landed on the right side of your abdomen. Rumlow laughed from where he had thrown it as blood began rushing from your wound. Steve growled as he stepped closer to the screen.

“Sorry,” Rumlow chuckled. “Can’t have her being too courageous.”

Steve watched as you bit down on the inside of your cheek and put on a straight face. You weren’t going to let Rumlow win, even if he killed you. Steve wanted to be proud of that, but all he really wanted was for you to be safe and Rumlow to be dead.

“Captain,” FRIDAY interrupted the stillness of the jet. “We are landing now. There are signals that match will the current broadcast.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” Steve muttered. He turned around and secured the Wakanda shields to his arms. 

“The rest of the team is ten minutes behind you.”

“Great.” He walked over to the back of the jet and opened up the ramp. “Tell them I’m already in.”

~~~

“I guess we’ll just start the fun now,” Rumlow laughed. 

Rumlow picked up two more knives and positioned himself in front of you. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself and prepare for the pain ahead. You made eye contact with Rumlow as he threw the second knife. Pain radiated from your left thigh as blood began to pour out. You bit down on your cheek harder to keep from crying out. 

The third knife hit your right upper arm. You failed to hide the wince which made Rumlow laugh again. He turned back to the table and picked up one of the small handguns. He smirked as he checked it for bullets before going back to his spot a few feet away from you. He lifted his arm to aim just before a warning siren started and red lights began flashing.

“Security breach!” A computerized voice sounded over the base. “Ready for intrusion! Security breach!”

Rumlow cackled, still aiming the gun at you. “Now things are getting interesting!” He pulled the trigger. You couldn’t stop the cry that escaped you as the bullet shattered your right knee.

“Sir,” one of Rumlow’s men burst into the room. “Rogers has breached the base and the rest of the Avengers aren’t far behind. What do you want us to do?”

“Slow the rest of the team down the best you can. Let Rogers get here easily and make sure that all of our available screens are showing the broadcast. Can’t let them miss a single moment of this.”

Your breaths were uneven as you fought through the pain to glare at Rumlow. “You’ll die for this,” you said. Your voice was rough and not as strong as you wanted it to be. “They won’t let you get away with this.”

“And you won’t survive this, so I guess we can call it even.” 

Another shot rang out, the bullet hitting just under where your sports bra sat on the left side. You cried out, letting the tears fall.

“RUMLOW!” Steve roared, appearing in the doorway

“Rogers,” Rumlow turned to face the man. “How kind of you to join us.” 

Steve growled, glaring at Rumlow for a moment before his eyes found you. You couldn’t help but cringe as his icy blues studied your beaten and broken frame, only being held up by the straps and cuffs. Steve studied your face for a few moments, noticing that your eyes were drooping and that you were quickly losing color. His eyes snapped back to Rumlow as he noticed the vile man raising his arm to once again aim at you.

“I don’t think so!” Steve boomed, jumping into action. 

Steve launched himself at Rumlow, slamming the man onto the ground with himself on top of him. Unfortunately, Rumlow still shot as he fell to the ground, billeting grazing your right hip. The men began to fight, throwing punches and shouting at each other. You watched, trying to focus on something to keep your eyes open and stay conscious. But it wasn’t working and you soon fell unconscious.

Steve, keeping the upper hand, began using his shields to punch Rumlow over and over. Rumlow laughed as he spit up blood and let Steve beat up on him. Quickly, after one last fatal blow, Rumlow went slack. Steve was panting as he got off Rumlow and yanked his bloody shields off. He stared at the dead man for a second before spinning to face you.

“No,” he gasped, realizing that you were unconscious. He rushed over to you and cupped your face. “Wake up, sweetheart. I need you to wake.” 

You made no move to do so. One of his hands moved to check for a pulse that was growing weaker with each passing moment. As he did that, Bucky and Tony hurried into the room.

“Oh my—“

“Help me get her out of these things!” Steve ordered, cutting off Bucky. “We need to do it carefully!”

Bucky and Tony rushed over to help. Steve held your head with one hand and wrapped his other arm carefully around your waist, trying not to be sick about the amount of your blood that was beginning to coat him. Tony freed one side of you, bracing that side before Bucky did the other side. The men helped get you onto the ground before Tony rushed out to call for a stretcher, not feeling good about anyone just carrying you out with all the wounds.

“Sweetheart, come on,” Steve whispered, cupping your face as tears began streaming down his. “Don’t do this to me, please. Wake up… wake up…”

Bucky didn’t know what to do. He looked at the table of weapons and noted that all of the knives were serrated, which made him only assume that the knives in you were also and would do more damage to you by pulling them out. His eyes found his long-time friend as Steve begged you to wake up. Bucky’s heart was breaking with each of Steve’s pleas and cracks in his voice.

“I can’t lose you…” Steve cried. “Not like this… not when we’ve only just started…”

“We’re here!” Tony shouted, running into the room with the other team members and a stretcher. The team members who had yet to see your condition briefly froze at the sight. “We need to carefully lift her onto the stretcher,” Tony ordered. He looked up to see his teammates staring at you with such heartbreak and despair. “Snap out of it! Every second Y/N’s laying here is a second wasted! We need to get her back to the Tower, NOW!”

That snapped the team out of it and they rushed around to help move you onto the stretcher. Bucky pulled Steve up and away from you, allowing the other team members to get you situated and rush you out to the quinjet. As soon as you were gone with the team, Steve looked down at himself. Your blood was soaking into his suit and skin, along with staining the cement floor. Steve let out a strangled cry as he sank to his knees and began sobbing. Bucky stood behind his friend watching, with no idea how to help.

~~~

Tony would remember that sound for the rest of his life, hearing it every time he closed his eyes and flinching when anything made a sound remotely close to it. The sound of your ribs breaking underneath his hands as he tried to keep you alive.

Bruce and Natasha had quickly got you hooked up to machines and IVs as soon as you were in the quinjet. They were trying the best they could to stop the bleeding and take care of the wounds, knowing everything they did was only a temporary solution. They were doing it successfully, having only fifteen minutes left of the flight when Bruce yelled that you were crashing. 

Tony immediately jumped onto the stretcher, straddled you as best as he could to avoid the injuries, and began compressions. His body was moving faster than his mind and he was thankful for that. He was also thankful that Steve was being flown back on the other quinjet with Bucky. Tony didn’t know if he could stand seeing the man more broken than he already was.

“Let me switch you, Stark,” Clint said, standing beside the stretcher.

“No,” Tony responded, focused on each compression. “I’ve got this.” Clint didn’t argue, simply staying put in case he needed to jump in. 

The medical team was on the quinjet before the Avengers could even process having landed. Sam and Clint had to force Tony off of you so that the medical team could do their job. One of the doctors took Tony’s place as they rushed you out of the quinjet and into the Tower. Not a single team member found the strength to follow after you, their bodies frozen at the sight of your blood puddled on the quinjet floor and trailing out of it.

Tony was the first to make a move, losing his balance and falling back against the quinjet wall. His whole body was shaking as he stared blankly at his blood-soaked hands. Wanda turning to cry into Vision was the next move made. Slowly, each team member found themselves in a seat or on the ground, dazed and heartbroken.

It was almost an hour later when Steve and Bucky’s quinjet landed. Bucky followed Steve’s lead out of the jet, carefully watching his friend’s every move. Steve paused at the sight of your blood trailing from the other quinjet into the Tower. He looked into the quinjet to see the team still in it, almost frozen. Steve stayed put as Bucky slowly walked up the ramp towards his teammates.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, terrified for the answer. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Tony’s hands also coated in your blood.

“She coded,” Bruce answered slowly, unable to take his eyes off the puddle of your blood on the floor. “We were 15 minutes away.”

Bucky swallowed nervously. “Is she—“

“We don’t know,” Natasha replied. “They took her away almost an hour ago and none of us have been able to move.”

With that knowledge, Steve made his way toward the Tower. Everyone watched the usually strong soldier, walk away hunched over in defeat and despair.

“We all need to get washed up,” Sam said, finally standing from his seat. “We need to be there for both of them right now and none of us can do that in our gear and with Y/N’s blood on us.”

A few of the team members nodded. Natasha came over to a still trembling Tony and helped him to his feet.

“I’ll call Pepper and help Tony clean up,” Natasha said before slowly guiding Tony out of the quinjet.

“I’ll get cleaned up and send a crew to clean the quinjets,” Sam said, leaving as well.

“Right,” Bucky muttered. “The rest of us should clean ourselves up and meet in the waiting room. We can reconvene there.”

The rest of the team nodded before slowly filing out. Bucky sighed, taking in the sight of all your blood.

“You have to make it, Y/N,” he whispered to himself. “It’s going to destroy everyone if you don’t.” 

next part >

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[chaos-and-ink]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! 💞

I haven't written five fics but uhm, here's my top three (my only three) 😭

As Stable As Water Coming in first, we have ASAW. It's a high school slow burn Stucky fanfic that focusses on Bucky's struggle with Bipolar Disorder, being gay, and his shitty boyfriend Brock Rumlow along with the looming stress of college in the distance. Summary: It’s the summer before his senior year and Bucky’s relationship with his boyfriend, Brock Rumlow, and his mental health are both spiraling out of his control. It doesn’t help that college is looming in the distance and his family is getting more and more concerned for him. Bucky is convinced his mind is careening downhill and nobody can save him. But in the midst of his internal storm, Steve Rogers moves into the neighborhood and the two of them click immediately. Maybe Bucky isn’t quite as alone as he once thought.

You Watched Me Burn My most popular one, a story on Bucky's life as a tattoo apprentice and his abusive boyfriend and boss, Brock Rumlow. Also a slow burn Stucky fanfic, this one is my longest and most supported fanfic so far. Summary: Bucky knows Brock may not seem like the best boyfriend or mentor, but he’s the best Bucky deserves. Brock cares about him. Their love hurts because their love is real. Brock didn’t have to take Bucky under his wing as a tattoo apprentice. And he certainly didn’t have to agree to date him. But he did. Because he cares. And Bucky will cling to whatever scraps of love he can get from the man. Falling Upwards A short one-shot fanfic about Clint Barton's first manic episode. It includes in depth descriptions of how his symptoms spiral out of control and how psychosis and hallucinations affect him. Summary: Clint’s mind buzzed as he went to work. He turned on music to drone out the voices calling his name. And then he closed the windows to avoid the faces that stared at him. They weren’t real. They were just his mind playing tricks on him. Trying to keep him from being productive. It was just his hyperactive imagination.

[rubickk7]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter 3

I posted up the latest chapter of my TattoArtist!Clint AU - check it out here!

“When you asked me to dinner, I really wanted to say yes.”

I knew it! Clint thought victoriously. “And that freaked you out?”

“Yes. And I don’t ‘freak out.’”

“Everybody freaks out,” Clint said,.

“Not me,” Phil said. “Not ever. It’s kind of my thing.”

[sapphireginger]

Title: Mama’s Song

Pairings: Gen

Word Count: 1,193

Warnings: None

Square Filled: Bucky Barnes

@sebastianstanbingo

Summary: 

“Sleep, mama.”

Sarah hummed softly, her eyes fluttering shut. “Would you sing for me, my shooting star?”

With a thick swallow, his throat clicking with emotion, Steve inhaled sharply. “Sure, mama. What song?”

“My song, please?”

The winter he turned eight, had been long and bleak. Steve was disappointed that he didn’t get to see Bucky as much as he usually did. It was okay though, because he was needed at home. He blew into his hands, rubbing them together to rid the chill as best he could. Then he wrapped his coat tighter around him and tucked his feet under the small blanket he always had with him. Steve used to think it made him weak or something to carry it around, but Bucky said no one is weak for needing comfort. It was something Steve needed to hear, and his best friend knew that. With a sigh, his eyes flickered over the seemingly endless sea of white. He really missed his best friend.

At the sound of a cough, he turned away from the window and moved over toward the bed. Little hands tucked the quilt tighter around his mama, not wanting her to get cold.

Two years ago, his mama had gotten sick and a year ago, she was bedridden. His papa, Joseph, said he was going out hunting and just never came back. It was fine and while Steve was upset at his papa leaving him, he knew he could look after his mama. Being man of the house at the age of six had been hard but now at the age of eight, he had everything down pat.

Another cough brought him out of his thoughts, his blue eyes settling on his mama. “Mama?” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open, slowly, and it took a lot out of her to do so. “Hello, my shooting star.” Her voice was hoarse, and he quickly helped her drink some water. “How is Bucky? Did Joseph come back with dinner?”

That was another thing that made Steve’s heart ache. His mama was losing her memory. The books in their small little nook didn't help him get any answers and when the doctor was able to come last fall, he had no idea why she was forgetting things.

Still, Steve put on a brave face and spoke softly. “Bucky went on a trip with his family, mama. He’ll come see me at the end of winter.” He wanted to stop there but as she always did, his mama asked again about Joseph. Steve stopped calling him dad the moment he abandoned them.

“He left us, mama.” He kept his voice gentle and watched her closely. He had learned quickly that she never took it well. “He’s been gone for over a year.”

Her face shuttered and she turned her head to look out the window. “I’m tired, Stevie.”

Steve nodded and stood up. He placed a kiss on her forehead and checked once more to be sure she was warm, comfortable and tucked the quilt tighter around her. It was something he did multiple times a day. He may have been able to do the cleaning, cooking and mending but repair was harder. The snow had been too thick and deep for him to wade out and fix a small loose board in the roof.

“Sleep, mama.”

Sarah hummed softly, her eyes fluttering shut. “Would you sing for me, my shooting star?”

With a thick swallow, his throat clicking with emotion, Steve inhaled sharply. “Sure, mama. What song?”

“My song, please?”

A nod, that she could not see, was his response before he settled on the edge of the bed and took her hand in his.

♫ ♫ ♫

“Close your tired eyes, relax, and then Count from one to ten and open them All these heavy thoughts will try to weigh you down But not this time…”

“Way up in the air, you're finally free And you can stay up there right next to me All this gravity will try to pull you down But not this time…”

“When the sun goes down and the lights burn out Then it's time for you to shine Brighter than a shooting star So shine no matter where you are Fill the darkest night with a brilliant light 'Cause it's time for you to shine Brighter than a shooting star So shine no matter where you are tonight…”

♫ ♫ ♫

Steve’s breath hitched, his eyes welling with tears. When he was barely even two, his mama had written the song just for him. She had always said he was the answer to her greatest wish. He was her shooting star and he thought back to his seventh birthday, the last one before his mama began to forget things. They had been curled up in the living room and watched the starry sky twinkle with a thousand lights.

═ ⋆★⋆ ═

“Make a wish, Stevie. Wish on a shooting star,” she had whispered to him as though it was a secret just for them.

He had waited and as soon as he saw the star shoot across the sky, he closed his eyes and wished.

“Did you make a wish?”

“Yes, mama.”

She smiled and kissed his forehead, her arm around him as she pulled him closer to her side. He snuggled against her side as he thought about his wish.

‘I wish for mama to get better and for her to be truly happy again.’

═ ⋆★⋆ ═

A hand slipping into his, drew Steve from the memory and he kissed his mama’s small frail hand. He sniffled softly and finished singing his mama’s song.

♫ ♫ ♫

“Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Brighter than a shooting star Shine no matter where you are…”

♫ ♫ ♫

His breath hitched again, the last word coming out in barely a whisper.

“Tonight.”

The wind picked up outside their small home in the woods, and as her breathing evened out, Steve couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He just wanted her to get better and let him be a kid again. It made him feel guilty to have such thoughts and feelings, but he was only eight years old and had been so strong for two whole years. There were things he needed to clean, chores to do and food to cook but none of it mattered at the moment.

Blue eyes were glued to his mama’s sleeping face. Only in her sleep did she look peaceful, and only then could he forget, for just a little while, that nothing was the same as it had been two years ago. It was always quiet, too quiet, but as sad as he was, he was grateful that she was still alive, and he still had a mama. The day when he wouldn’t have his mama anymore, was terrifying to think about. So, he shoved all those sad thoughts aside and curled up next to her. Steve settled in a small ball against her side and shivered slightly as his breathing even out.

He was so tired and that always seemed to be the case now. His eyes fluttered shut to the lullaby made just for him. The howling wind, the dripping faucet, the soft inhales, the sharp exhales and the beating of a heart full of love, the melody that lulled him to sleep.

[random-sparks-98]

Now that Sunlit Gotham is done... What comes Next?

Here are quick little blurbs of each idea so you know what to vote for:

Direct Sequel to Sunlit Gotham - tackling the actual failing of the Mist, the fallout that it means for the myth communities, and the fact that there are now that mortals know they exist. There's a lot of political controversy (Kinda like the anti-meta fight all over again). Sky is gonna need to fight this on multiple levels, as the Spartan, but also as Skylar Richardson-Wayne, daughter of Bruce Wayne - who maybe has more sway on the political side of things. Not to mention school and being a teenager on top of it all :)

(more below the line break)

Skylar + Bobby in the Marvel Universe - Two options here, one focuses mainly on Sky starting with the original 2012 Avengers movie (will not stay canon to the MCU past a certain point) and the other focuses on both siblings and would put Sky at the same age as Peter Parker (definitely would not be canon to the MCU and would be more General Marvel Vibes from multiple variations)

Sky and Bobby in Transformers (Bayverse) Universe - Sky and Bobby are sent to visit their cousin - Sam Witwicky - and end up joining in on the race to find the Allspark

Various New OCs from various fandoms - I have a lot... it's maybe a problem

Completely Original Work - Leap of Faith - Roxanne Johnson is a freshman in high school who spends her time busy with cheerleading, martial arts, school, and friends. When her crush, Ellie, gets kidnapped by a rising crime organization she wants to help - how hard could it be to be a hero? Turns out it's a bit harder than she thought.

Have any other thoughts? Leave them in the comments!

[redbird-tf]

better together

Matt murdock × (platonic) blind young reader

Description: stick makes an appearance in Hell's Kitchen again, but things take a turn when Matt finds out Sticks brought a teenage girl into his war.

Notes: this is strictly platonic relationship, based on daredevil show may not be accurate to comic events

Warnings: mention of death, gun violence

Stick was in town, and that was never a good thing. Stick meant someone was going to get hurt and Matt had to run interference. Not something he enjoyed.

Matt had been following Stick for two miles now on rooftops, the night was young and he could hear the soft ocean waves as Stick stopped at the harbor. Stick walked into a rundown building, and Matt followed in entering through a window.

"You never learn, do you" the groggy voice called making Matt swiftly turn to face him. "You're in my city" Matt stated. "I have a job to do, you need to stay out of the way" Stick crocked. "If your job involves that gun in your pocket then i can't let you," Matt said taking out his sticks. "I thought you might say that."

"Take him down" A swoosh was heard from above and Matt wasn't able to dodge a blow to the chest from a pair of feet that came swinging from the ceiling. Matt gasped on the floor regaining the air knocked from his lungs. Stick chuckled "shes good isnt she?"

what the hell was this, matt thought. "Get that heart under control kid." Stick told whoever this kid was. Matt listened, a girl, a teen maybe, a scared one. He could hear her heart beat breaking out of her chest. He listened as the heart slowed. You had been able to drop your heart rate making it undetectable.

Matt slowly got up holding his back, "you brought a child to your wars?" Matt huffed out. "You weren't willing, i found someone who was and now you've become too soft.. and a nuisance, i can have that." matt could smell the faint metallic blade entering the air as you held out a switch blade. “I don't want to hurt you” Matt mumbled. "Thats just sad" Stick groaned.

"Kill him"

You quickly swung your knife at him, he leaned back dodging it before grabbing your arm twisting it to your back, and shoving you down. "Stay down-" he couldn't even finish before your leg swooped under his feet making him take another hard fall to the ground. You hovered over him with the sharp edge to his throat. "Don't do this" Matt whispered. "Kill him" Stick commanded. The tension was thick, your breath was shaky and so was your hand "you don't want to do this, you don't have to” Matt pleaded.

You started to pull away, "your both weak" Stick stated. Stick pulled the revolver out of his pocket aiming it at your back. "NO" Matt shouted rolling your body under his, taking a bullet to the shoulder. Matt screamed out and grabbed his baton throwing it in Stick's direction and knocking the gun out of his hand. "You both disappoint me" and without a sound stick was in the wind. Matt stood up with a groan. "Are you alright?" He asked, silence filled the air. you stood up and started backing away trying to figure out where to escape.

"I'm sorry" you whispered "Where do you think you going, from my experience with Stick, he doesn't usually train or bring children of loving households into his war" he stumbled in front of you, placing a hand on your shoulder "Stick will find you, you're coming with me"

He had brought you back to his apartment and sat you at the table. "Stay here" he ordered he disappeared for a moment before returning with a medical kit and took off his shirt. "I don't suppose you could help me stitch this up" he asked. You stood up moving behind him and mat the first incision making him hiss. "Whats your name?" He asked and a moment of silence filled the air "y/n" you answered. "Im sorry" you apologized again. "You were manipulated, its not your fault" he stated emphatically. You cut the end of the stitch and sat back down.

Matt took a breath "What happened to you" he asked, “ um, i was attacked by a dog three years ago" you replied keeping your head down. "And you've been with Stick since? What about your parents?" he asked confused "Having a blind child was too much for them i guess, they left" you mumbled. Matt raised his hand and you could feel the heat next to your face "may i?" He asked and you nodded. His hand cursed over the scar tissue that lined around your eyes. "You're blind to?" You asked as his hand dropped down. “Yeah, car accident when i was a kid and my father passed shortly after" he explained biting his lip. "I think we both know what happens next" he awkwardly chuckled. "I just thought." You started. Matt tilted his head "i thought i had found someone who would care for me again" you said in shame. Matt placed his hand on your neck "i think we're all just trying to find someone who cares for us, You're not alone anymore" he said before crouching down to hug you.

"I think you should stay here, you'll be safe here and maybe we can care for each other" he explained "Really?" You questioned in disbelief "It's what i needed as a kid and i think you deserve that chance." he gave a small smile. You smiled back and chuckled a little "So you're like Batman, but for blind kids" you laughed. He chuckled "A sidekick would be nice to"

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Unorthodoxx: I'm not gonna to The Snap in my RotTMNT x MCU crossover, it would be too sad. Unorthodoxx: *does The Snap in their RotTMNT x MCU crossover*

In all seriousness, I’m surprised I wrote it too. I REALLY wasn’t planning to.

[alohastyles-x]

Nightfall - Druig

A dark mob/gang AU Eternals fic 

Paring: AFAB reader x mob!Druig | Mob!EternalsAU 

*I am kind of using mob and gang interchangeably here

Note: hi. I’ve crept out of my hibernation hole to repost this fic after some edits. This is the only fic I’m motivated to finish at the moment. I will also be turning it into a fantasy gang type book with OC’s on my Wattpad that are inspired by the Eternals gang. If you're interested for that version to be posted here too, let me know! :) 

warnings: 18+ | Language, violence, descriptions of gore, mentions of SA and physical assault, drugging. This is a dark fic, so dark topics will be mentioned and discussed.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics &lt;3

Druig Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Wattpad

The Rosaris. The most popular and elite club in the city ran by Genesis Rose- who was arguably the scariest gang leader in the state… and also happened to be your boss. He was a filthy man with one hell of a rap sheet. Murder, money laundering, prostitution, trafficking, you name it, he’s done it- or made someone else do it for him.

At surface level the Rosaris was a fancy and elegant club. One you had to be on the list to get into. No exceptions. Underneath, however, the Rosaris was a scary and torturous place, filled with drugs, sex, and booze. Only the elite of the elites got access to the Underground; they were vetted and initiated through a series of challenges. If they could handle it all, rather, if they made it out alive, they were granted access. Genesis only hired the best of the best strippers, prostitutes and bartenders- all women, all sexy and desirous- as a reward for the initiation process.

You were one of them… no, you were more than that. You were Genesis’ favorite, his go-to when he had too much whiskey or when he closed a huge deal, dragging another filthy elite into the club’s inner ring.

Thalia was his other favorite. She quickly became your best friend, taking you under her wing when Genesis declared you the best of the rest.

“Just do what they say honey bunny, there’s no use in fightin’ back. Don’t let your status fool you into gettin’ cocky- you’re still nothin’ more than a piece of ass to them.” She warned you, her southern accent present while she swiped bright red lipstick on her bottom lip. You looked down, scared of what was to become of you.

Genesis had found you on the streets. You had been kicked out of your apartment, and your ex left you battered and bruised on the sidewalk when Genesis had knelt above you. The streetlights illuminated around him, making him appear angelic; you thought he was your savior. What a stupid idea. His sinister smile was mistaken for kindness, something you would come to beat yourself up over for a long time.

He had you drugged, before Kingston- his right hand man- grabbed your limp body and threw you in the car that transported you to The Rosaris Underground- where Genesis’ office resided.

You had awoken with duct tape on your mouth, your wrists and ankles bound together, your clothes stripped off and torn. That’s when Thalia came in. She had a pitiful look on her face as she untied you.

“I’m so sorry honey,” she had whispered, trying to delicately rip the tape off of your mouth. She draped a blanket around you, and then led you to the girls’ changing room that Genesis was nice enough to give the girls.

Thalia helped you get dressed into the outfit Genesis had picked out for you. It was all red and all lace, exposing almost everything. Small strips of fabric covered your nipples and cunt, but it didn’t do much good. As you had looked around the room, you realized you were the only one in red. You thought it was just an initiation thing, to let everyone know you were the new girl. Instead, it was just because Genesis thought you would look sexy in it- and he was right. You were easily the sexiest one there, trumping all the girls below you. In any other circumstance- in any normal circumstance- you would have felt elevated, confident. Instead, it just terrified you more.  You were highly requested by the elites in the club, which made Genesis very jealous.

That’s how you became his favorite. You spent most of your nights with Thalia up in his office with his men, servicing them how they pleased. This was how you met him.

Druig- the city’s drug dealer. He had his own empire, the Aeternus. He wasn’t the leader, but he was a fundamental part of their success- he was where the money was at. Everyone wanted drugs- not just the elites. His business went farther than the others, bringing in the most money. He worked closely with Genesis, bringing him only the best of the best.

You had been working for Genesis for a year before you finally, officially, met Druig. His dark black hair was a stark contrast against his pale face and gray eyes. He always wore a leather jacket with black jeans and a pair of black combat boots. You had seen him pass through the office multiple times, but tonight… Tonight was different.

“Druig, my boy!” Genesis chuckled, grabbing Druigs cheeks in between his two hands. “What did ya bring me?”

“You don’t even want to know, Genesis.” Druig smirked, dropping off two duffel bags that were filled to the brim with various antidotes.

“I want to introduce you to my newer favorite girl, as a thank you,” Genesis said, motioning for you to come over. You got off of the lap you were sitting on- Daniel, one of the famous politicians- and walked over to Genesis. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in tightly.

“This is Y/N. She’s been up here for about a year now, and hasn’t had any complaints yet. Go ‘head, try her out,'' Genesis gave you a little push in Druig’s direction.

“Ah, Genesis, you know I can’t.”

“I insist.” His tone was demanding, and Druig knew he wasn’t going to let this go. He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you near him.

“I know you like to do your business privately, you can use the room,” Genesis said, pointing to a door off in the distance.

Druig thanked him, before leading you down the hallway, his hand on the small of your back.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered once he knew you both were out of earshot. “We’re just going to go in for a few minutes and come back out. I’ll leave you a glowing review,” he smirked, as he pushed you gently into the room. He flicked the lights on, illuminating the cramped space you both stood in. You made your way to the bed and sat down, while he sat in the chair across from you.

You sighed as you fell on the bed, your whole body aching from exhaustion. Druig watched you closely as you closed your eyes.

“Feels good to just rest,” you whispered. Something in Druig’s chest burned as he heard your voice, an ache awakening deep inside of him.

“You must work a lot since you’re one of Genesis’ favorites,” he said.

“Yeah, the only pro of that is you’re less likely to be assaulted- well anymore then usual that is,” you muttered, rubbing your face with your hands, careful not to mess with your eye makeup. Druig stiffened in his chair as your words hit him.

“What did you just say?” He asked, standing up. You snapped your eyes open, fearing you said too much.

“Fuck, I’m so stupid. Please don’t say anything, please, I’m begging you.” You shot up, kneeling in front of him. God why did you have to speak! If Genesis knew you spilled about the filth that had gone on down here, if you had actually confirmed it, the repercussions would be insurmountable. 

“I’m not going to hurt you… or let you get hurt. I just want to know what you said.” He placed a hand on the side of your cheek. You resisted the urge to lean into him. The last time you mistook someone's kindness, you ended up here.

But something inside of you urged you to tell him the truth. To tell him that by the end of the night you were sexually assaulted at least once, physically assaulted at least four times. That you, for some god forsaken reason, were treated ten times worse than Thalia- probably because she could hold her own, unlike you.

You fought the urge and instead of speaking you just undid the red lace corset you wore, letting it fall to the floor. Your chest was bare before him, but you didn’t care. Somehow, deep in your mind, you knew you could trust him. His eyes trailed over your skin, over the bruises, scars, and blood stains from earlier tonight. You had a deep scar across your lower belly, where it looked like you had been cut open before.

Druig’s hand had begun to shake with rage as you slowly turned, exposing your back to him. Red scars all over, the result of being whipped repeatedly, mostly for pleasure… some for punishment.

He snapped.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, his voice so low and deep you barely heard him.

“I… I can’t even tell you. It’s been so many people,” you broke, the tears began to flow. He knelt down, drawing you to him, petting your head as he had calmed you down. You weren’t sure why you just confided in him. It was as if some supernatural pull had calmed you, told you it was okay. That he was okay. 

“Put this back on,” he whispered, handing you the red corset. You nodded and did as he said. He turned to face the door, prepared to knock it down and beat the shit out of Genesis and his men.

“Follow me,” he reached for your hand, helping you up. He led you out the door, back into the room.

“How did you like her?” Genesis asked, a smirk on his face.

“Too well,” Druig smirked, trying to play coy. “Think I could take her home with me?”

“Ah, now you know the rules my boy. She stays here,” Genesis clasped a firm hand on Druig’s shoulder.

“Alright, how much?” Genesis laughed. The idea of being paid for made you tremendously uncomfortable. You attempted to let go of Drugs' hand; he just squeezed it harder.

“Not for sale.” The tension was rising, and Druig looked around the room. The various men were now standing, facing Druig, their hands positioned questionably on their hips. Druig wasn’t dumb, he knew they were all holding on to some sort of weapon. He counted them, there were five total. Five against one? He could manage that.

“I’m going to give you one last opportunity,” Druig muttered, giving Genesis a psychotic smile, “or I will kill everyone in here.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Genesis laughed. His laugh was cut short, however, as Druig threw a punch in his direction, hitting his face just right. His cheekbone was easily shattered, causing him to grunt in pain.

The four men in the room charged at Druig, some drawing guns, others drawing knives. You shrunk back into the corner, watching in amazement as Druig took them out one by one. Blood covered the windows and the walls. Shouts were heard in the distance, and you knew that someone had saw. You raced to the door, shoving the heavy dead bolt through the lock just in time. The guards pounded on the other side, each thud making you flinch slightly as you backed away.

The grunts behind you came to a stop, as Druig knocked out the last of the men. It was Daniel. Taking his knife to Daniel's neck, he sliced it open in one quick movement, blood splattered the carpet, and Druig’s already stained clothes, as he let Daniel fall to the ground. You covered your mouth in horror at the carnage before you: bloodied bodies everywhere, brain matter and other bodily gore painting the walls, the carpet. 

A low grunt caused you to turn around. It was Genesis. Druig hadn’t killed him, and he wasn’t going to.

“Let this be a lesson. I get what I want, when I want it. No one can tell me otherwise. You got it?” Druig asked, kneeling over Genesis, knife in hand.

“You bitch,” Genesis whispered, spitting in Druig’s face. Druig laughed psychotically. There was no stopping him as he stabbed his knife in Genesis’s cheek, dragging it down before pulling it out. He wiped the blood on Genesis’ shirt, before turning to you.

You were shaking, your mouth hanging open, hand poised in the air just under it. You could not believe the horror in front of you; there was so much blood.

“You’re safe now,” Druig said, shoving his knife back into the waistband of his black jeans. He had blood splattered all over his hands and his face. You slowly backed away from him, now utterly terrified at the only man who has ever killed for you.

“I promise I will never hurt you. I will, however, hurt anyone who ever touches you again.” He said slowly, as he made his way towards you. Your back hit the wall, Druig’s body towering in front of you.

He lifted a finger, trailing it along your hairline, before pushing hair out of your face. You were trembling, tears filling your eyes as you turned your head away from him.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” he whispered. “You have to trust me.”

The same feeling from before washed over you, as you turned to face him. His gray eyes now had golden specks in them, as he caressed your cheek.

“I trust you,” you whispered, unaware you were even speaking until you heard your voice, disembodied in the air.

“Good, because that door is about to break down. We have to get out of here.” He pointed to the door you had locked. At some point, you had managed to drown out the sound of the guards pounding away at it. You saw the lock bending with each bang.

“There’s a back door over here, it leads to the loading docks.” You whispered, pointing to one of the doors on the northern wall. Druig nodded, following your lead as you climbed the stairs that led to your safety.

Shouts begin to fill the stairwell as the door to Genesis’ office broke down. Panic set in, causing you to attempt go up the stairs faster. You tripped, your heels betraying you and breaking. Druig caught you by your hips, steadying you as you took your heels off, throwing them down.

Suddenly, a bullet flew past your ear ricocheting off the railing. You screamed and Druig’s grip on your waist tightened.

“Go,” he yelled, pushing you up. You continued going as fast as you could, thinking he was behind you. When you reached the door at the top you threw it open.

“Just through here… Druig?”  He was nowhere to be seen. Looking down the empty stairwell instilled a fear deep in your bones. You began to hyperventilate, panic setting in once again as you realized the stairwell was eerily silent. Tears fell over the brim of your eyes as you sank down against the wall. Fuck, when Genesis finds you it's all over. He’d probably torture you in more ways than you could count, holding you up in the dark room you had spent too many nights in, where you lost your sanity more than once.  

You heard heavy footsteps climbing up the stair, and your sobs got harder, messier, as your fate was about to be set in motion. Your body shook uncontrollably, as you covered your face with your arm, trying to control the sobs.

“Shhh, y/n, it’s okay, it’s just me,” Druig whispered, rushing to your side. The relief you felt was almost euphoric as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him.

“Shh, it’s okay, but we have to go now,” he said sternly, trying to help you stand up. By this point, your legs were like jello, unable to move.

“Come on y/n, we have to go, we don’t have time for this.” He was more stern now, trying to reign in his annoyance at you not moving.

“I-I can’t Druig.” You sobbed, gripping tightly onto his arm.

“For fucks sake,” he muttered, snaking his arm around the back of your legs, lifting you up. “You have to tell me where to go though babe. I have no idea.”

“Turn right,” you said weakly. Druig did as you said, carrying your traumatized body through the dimly lit corridors.

“Left.”

“Another Left.”

“Through those doors,” you directed him, trying to keep your eyes open long enough to guide him. When he finally reached the loading dock doors, he threw them open stepping out into the night.

A blacked out SUV sat outside, the backdoor already open. Druig carefully helped you in, before sliding in next to you. You settled in, laying down on the seat, your head on his lap. You were too terrified to move. You had no idea who this man was, or what he belonged to. If he was doing business with Genesis, it probably wasn’t good. Had you just replaced one hell with another? 

“Took you long enough- WHY are you covered in blood?” A feminine voice yelled, causing you to flinch.

“Lighten up Sersi, it’s not my blood.”

 A short girl sat in the driver seat, speeding off.

“Who’s the girl?” She signed, turning to briefly look in the backseat at you.

“Y/N. She’ll be joining us.” Druig said, resting an arm on your body.

“Is she okay?” Sersi whispered, turning in the seat to face you.

“I think so. Just shaken up. It was a bloodbath,” Druig muttered, shaking his head.

“Did you kill him?” Makkari signed.

“No, but I left him somethin’ to remember me by.”

“Druig you didn’t…”

Druig smiled proudly, thinking of the deep gash he left in Genesis’ face.

“Shit, Druig! That was not a part of the plan.” The girl in the passenger seat- Sersi- yelled.

“Neither was rescuing her, so looks like it’s improv night. Hey, did Gilgamesh cook dinner?” Druig asked, quickly changing the subject as he felt your body tremble under his arm.

“No.”

“What the fuck.Thats like his only job. Can we stop and get some food then? I’m starving. How about you, y/n? Are ya hungry?” You merely nodded your head, too scared to speak.

“Druig we can’t stop anywhere with you looking like that.” Sersi said.

“Just go through the drive through.”

Sersi rolled her eyes as Makkari smiled, already pulling into a McDonald's parking lot.

***

You woke hours later, a thick black comforter wrapped tightly around your body. It was soft, something you weren’t used to. Every joint in your body ached from the night before. Memories before began to flash in your mind, You groaned, rolling over in the bed to bury your face in the pillow.

“How are you feeling?” A voice suddenly spoke beside you, startling you. It was the girl from the car. She had long black hair, half of it tied back while the other half fell over her shoulder.

“Like shit,” you muttered, moving to sit up in bed. You noticed her right arm was covered in intricate tattoos- at least the part you could see under her three quarter length sleeve.

“Do you want me to get you something for the pain?” She asked, moving over so you had room to sit.

“That would be great, thank you…” you paused, realizing that you couldn’t remember her name.

“Sersi,” she smiled, getting up and walking to the adjacent bathroom.

She grabbed a bottle from the medicine cabinet, pulling two tablets out before putting the bottle back.

“Here, it’s just Advil but it should help,” she said, handing you the two little white pills. There was a glass of water on the nightstand next to you that you grabbed to wash the pills down with. “We have stronger stuff if you need it, but I figure this is a good start.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, analyzing her kindness. She hadn’t offered you actual drugs... a stark contrast to the copious amounts of narcotics handed out daily at the Roasaris. 

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Come in,” Sersi yelled. You winced, your head still splitting. She gave you an apologetic look as the door opened. It was Druig. He stepped in, his eyes darting right to you. You were a mess- your hair was all over the place, your makeup smeared down your face. His face softened as he took your appearance in.

“Sersi, why don’t you help her shower.” He said, looking at her.

“I was about to ask her if I could help her before you knocked.”

You tensed up, suddenly aware that you must look ridiculous. You blushed, looking down. The awkward tension was somehow even worse than the previous events of last night. You heard the door open before shutting again.

“Let me go grab some towels and a fresh change of clothes, then I’ll help you get in the shower- if you’re okay with that,” she said gently. You nodded, bringing your knees to your chest while you waited on Sersi.

A single tear fell from your eye as you finished reflecting on the previous night. You felt a mixture of gratefulness and fear as you curled up in the bed waiting for your much needed shower. What if Genesis found you again…? You didn’t even want to think about what he would do to you.

“You ready?” Sersi asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You nodded, before carefully getting up and following her to the shower.

[miela]

Me: *writing the saddest scene in a story*

The music I'm listening to:

[lynlee494]

Master List

For the record, it was not the Winter Soldier who brought on the end of humanity. It was more of a group effort really.

And that clutz Murphy, a product of Hydra nepotism putting someone in a position they shouldn’t be in.

And now several years on Bucky has a lot of confusing memories, but at least the fast paced environment and literal walking nightmares means he doesn’t really have time to dwell too much on the more distant past.

In the end none of it mattered anyways.

Bucky is merely surviving, avoiding best he can the lingering human population and avoiding Empties when possible.

This task is going well, until he gets stuck with a small but fierce blonde named Steve. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

Bucky Barnes’s family is indebted to Alexander Pierce, a powerful man who has preyed on him and those like his family for decades. There are only a few years of service left to pay his debt, but recently Pierce's brute Rumlow has been escalating in his violence. Fearing the inevitable and with nowhere to actually go Pierce can’t reach, Bucky had begun to accept his fate.

Then Bucky’s luck turns when a persistent advertisement for an insanely affordable apartment in Bed-Stuy interrupts his browsing at a bakery, the shop close enough to pick up the free wi-fi from the Avenger’s Tower.

Maybe there is a chance.

Clint Barton has a surprise new tenant that he is pretty damn sure there had been no application for. Likely Jarvis’s idea, the AI sparing some processing to help manage Clint’s apartment building. Avenging and being a landlord takes a toll.

Not a problem except the top floor – Clint’s floor – has been left empty save him for safety reasons. Which meant the only vacancy was right next door. And it turns out the new guy is hot. And maybe kinda in trouble. Which is so his type.

So many ways this can go bad, and Clint is sure he'll find all of them. *Bucky/Clint ______________________________________________

“Steve?” Bucky finally speaks, having been standing – no, shaking – in the living room entrance. The brunette says his name with such disbelief. Like they hadn’t just seen each other. Right?

“Stevie?” and he crosses the distance between them and all but picks Steve up with desperate hands, “Steve, you look...they said you’re dead Stevie.”

Bucky sinks to his knees before Steve with a sob and real panic claws at the smaller man, causes a hitch in his breathing he is glad Bucky doesn’t seem to notice. Bucky claws at him too, both hands fisting in his shirt, pulling Steve tight to him while the man’s head presses against Steve’s stomach.

As time passes lazily around Steve the growing sense that something is off nags at him when all Steve wants is to see his ma.

And find out what is suddenly wrong with Bucky. *Steve/Bucky

______________________________________________

Bucky also knows Steve’s touch, delicate and light, always too cold despite rubbing Steve’s charcoal stained fingers warm himself. It was something he found himself doing a lot in the winter when they couldn’t always afford charcoal for the whole night, so they waited until right before bed to begin heating the room. No, these weren’t those surprisingly long but skinny fingers with knobby knuckles he would lay gentle kisses onto, warming each with the heat of his mouth.

“Shit, Morita, he is burning up,” and not-Steve sounds so worried that Bucky can’t help but lean into the touch and just pretend for a moment it is his Stevie. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

It wouldn’t have been so bad, Bucky could have shrugged this off easily once he caught his breath, but he found the more he pulled to free himself the worse it seemed to be. Barnes thinks he hears shouting, but it is distorted and drowned out by the pounding in his ears. Ripping further at the trap that was furthering ensnaring him he found himself snarling and just ripping at it with brute strength and panicked rage that echoed of the Asset’s frustrated rampages through Hydra personnel. *Clint/Bucky ______________________________________________

It was a fairly routine outing for the Avengers, aside from the location making Steve and Bucky uneasy, not even forty miles from where Bucky had fallen into Hydra’s control for nearly seven decades.

What was he supposed to say, ‘I know this is where I failed you, so just wondering if you wanted to sit this one out?’ or maybe, ‘This might be hard, but do you want to talk about how this is where they dragged you off from, after I left you behind, broken and bleeding?’

Instead Steve had been too in his own head at the same news that had unsettled Bucky, the train, the snow, Gabe’s face when he saw Bucky’s absence and Steve’s broken state – making it real, sealing it.

The two had both sat there in a sort of stunned silence, heartbeats passing, and then it was too late. Bucky was out the door, shoulders back and his stride long, and Steve merely followed him to the armory. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

It is 1994 and James Barnes has been out of Hydra’s grasp for several months. Barnes is just trying to stay ahead of Hydra, and is at an event to take out an exposed Hydra commander to help with this.

Seeing the young Tony Stark at the event shakes Barnes's loose grip on his own mind however, and Barnes's attention is suddenly split between the past and now - and between his need to remain hidden and his desire to reclaim part of the Bucky he remembers.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark has been avoiding as many responsibilities as possible in the three years since his parents died - but tonight is the first step into entering Stark Industries as the CEO.

Instead Tony's greatest strength is dampened and he finds himself suddenly at the mercy of those around him, and to top it off he begins to worry for his sanity when he finds himself wanting to help a hallucination of Bucky Barnes. *Tony/Bucky ______________________________________________

There is no warning or retort when a punch to his side causes him to stumble, followed by a searing burn blooming from his left bicep. Clint manages to get cover behind a set of dumpsters as he makes out the distinct ping when a bullet hits where he’d been. Gunshots. He had been shot and the night air was not the least bit bothered by it. Luckily his arm seems to be nothing but a deep graze but his side would have to wait. Obscured and hindered by his uniform at least the compression suit would help in the meantime.

Hawkeye only knows one man who handles a gun that quietly, and this makes twice the fucker got the drop on him. And he is supposed to be dead. *Clint/Bucky ______________________________________________

After a close call, Bucky Barnes finds himself alone in the Tower.

Solitude is not something that bothers Bucky, and a chance to relax and nurse his wounds wouldn't be so bad...if it wasn't also Steve and Bucky's anniversary.

It certainly doesn't help things that there may have been a mix up with Bucky's medicine. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

“Mrs....Mrs. Rogers...he looks…” a small voice sobs quietly, and Sarah was at his level immediately, her arms tight around him. Bucky let out another sob, this time muffled by her shoulder. His small body shaking against her as she can tell he tries to hold it in.

They stay like that for a few minutes and some of the tightness leaves Sarah’s chest just a little, and the trembling in the small boy calms some. Bucky sniffles and murmurs an apology. Sarah gently pulls back from Bucky and sweeps some hair out of his eyes. Stevie might be the frail one, but this poor Barnes boy had such a soft heart. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

[igotanidea]

Free choice: a fanfiction to come

"Do you think I'm nice?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Do you think I'm nice? Because I don't believe I am."

"Hey." xx looked at me carefully "where does this come from?"

"You know what, forget I said anything....." I muttered

"No. I won't. Talk to me. what got you thinking this way?"

"I.... I've been feeling overwhelmed lately and that's why. But the paradox is in my most vulnerable state I put on a mask and push everyone away, so ..... maybe I'm just a bi...."

"You did not push me away"

"That's different. It't easier with you ......"

.....

The rest is up to you, my dear followers. Which character would you like me to write this for? I'm open for any suggestion even for fandom I haven't written for before (unless I have absolutely zero knowledge of one, but feel free to ask).

[starlord-the-endless]

From the ashes of the past,

The royal will long outlast,

As acended from red blood of mortality,

To the golden ichor of immortality.

~A poem by myself (Jaytheen)

Thus, I went from the Prince/ss to the God/dess to write my own new myths.

From @starlord-the-endless to @dandelion-blues

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[cerealboxlore]

I had written an entire essay and my app crashed. Took me 40 minutes to write that bitch and it’s gone. Very much sad time rn. Anyways. Sorry that this’ll be less elaborate than the post I wanted. But I made a super long ask detailing resources where you could learn more about Cap & Billy because I saw in one of your posts that you were new to DC & didn’t know much about Billy other than the Shazam! movie.

And since I’m a huge Captain Marvel nerd and I love sharing the character with others, I wanted to give you more resources to learn about him! I noticed that most of your knowledge comes from the post new-52 version of Billy and the Shazam! movie, so most of them are going to be pre-crisis resources.

But I only realized after it deleted that people wouldn’t be able to click the links so I’m making it it’s own post & I’ll make sure to tag ya bc it was initially intended to be for you.

I got links to scans of the original WHIZ comics, interviews with the creators, podcasts detailing the history of Cap, comic recs, fantastic tumblr blogs to follow, to an absolutely fantastic pre-crisis Cap analysis & essay blog that fundamentally changed my perception of the character!

So look forward to a big ol “good places to be introduced to cap’s character” post by yours truly once I get off of work.

Hope you’ll like it! :D

Hun I'm so sorry I took so long with this ask, and I'm so sorry your essay got deleted, I hate it whenever tumblr does that.

This ask filled me with so much glee the day I got it, I love Captain Marvel so much I just want to squeeze Billy Batson's cheeks and feed him a nutritionally balanced meal.

Most of my knowledge of Captain Marvel/Shazam/Billy Batson comes from, well, wherever I can find information, which is a wild adventure by itself! But at least with writing fanficion I can take things easier and even create my own things for the big red cheese.

Also, the biggest reason I never got to your ask was because I was looking for something to include in the reply and only found it recently! I had a comic of our favorite superhero lying around somewhere and I found it! And along the way I ended up buying some more, hahaha

Good lord, I even bought a Keychain doll. And I don't have a Keychain!

At least I have my own little Captain Marvel collection building up now, now including the comic I got from AMC theatres when I saw the movie on opening day!

I highly look forward to being tagged in your post! I know I'll love it!

[iuwans]

Soo, I found an old idea I wrote up about a large and complex cross-fandom fanficion. What are these fandoms? Well:

Marvel (as in MCU) x Harry Potter x Good Omens x Lucifer (Netflix)

There's some romance, drama, and action planned. And some great ships. 🚢 I'm thinking about actually writing it, even if I have lots of doubts in myself. (For instance, because I'm not a native English speaker.)

But hey, is there anyone who would be interested? 😄 (Just curious if I should post it somewhere.)

[huxs-waifu]

10,000 Nights Masterlist

The cloak seems intent on luring Dr strange to a woman, a strange woman. the cape wants him to get some nookie? Welcome to Earth-1992

Dr strange x Diabetic! original character romance, humour, smut and some Greek mythology.

Hello and welcome, hope you enjoy this fiction. Although this is a self-insert for me, I’ve left descriptions as little as possible so pretty x reader-friendly

Playlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/650653939084279808/via

please like, comment feedback and Reblog if ya like it!

A03 link here

1. Daddy issues.

2. Loosening up

3. fucking celestial *SMUT*

4. Doctor, Doctor **SMUT**

5. Five rounds

6. Dandelions ***smut***

7. Glow

8. Manners **smut**

9. Nightmares **SMUT**

10.  Olympus 

11. Incursion 

12. Gift from the gods

13. Greek tragedy **smut**

13.5 - bonus drabble 

My main master list can be found HERE 

[pitifulbaby]

so like say i make a disney marvel au and like rewrite the movie with reader and a specific marvel character, like a prince kinda au? would anyone wanna read that??