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[iron-parkr]

The Spaces Between | Chapter Update - Chapter 8: All Things End

For the record, Maggie Stark didn't run away. Running away means having something to run from, and Maggie's got nothing. Something strange is going on in Queens, though, and it's got nothing to do with the Parkers. But before Maggie can solve that mystery, she has to make it through the most thrilling and terrifying venture she can imagine after a life of superheroes — high school.

Stopping only to take off her Converse, Maggie crawled into the bed, pulled the covers over her head, and let herself miss Aunt Peggy and Della and her family. The pillow grew damp under her temple. She curled in on herself and allowed the black hole to consume her as she fell into a restless sleep. An hour later she stumbled from the guest room, sweat-slicked skin shining in the fluorescent lights. Daisy and May were calling to her through miles of cotton, but all she could hear were Ross’s jeers and Aunt Peggy’s soft voice and Steve Steve Steve— Her feet carried her out the front door, down the hall, up to the roof. The sticky summer air clung to her clammy skin. She sucked in a deep breath, then another. Tried to remember Dr. Rollins’ advice through the remnants of her nightmares.

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[buckyssoldat]

Chapter 61: Flicker of hope

Warnings: mentions of death, grief and loss, emotional distress, mature themes, strong language, anxiety, trauma, ptsd, mental health struggles

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

I know I'll see you again, whether far or soon

But I need you to know

That I care and I miss you

Almost a month had passed since Alice went to Tony’s house to have dinner with his family. She had been spending her days in her apartment, mostly reading or painting, a new hobby that she had recently picked up. Visiting Natasha was also that was part of her routine – either to have a cup of coffee and talk about what was happening around the world, or to drink endless bottles of wine and gossip about their past.

One sunny afternoon, Alice was lounging on her couch, absently reading a new book, when a familiar name flashed across her screen: Steve. Even though they remained friends after their tumultuous relationship, they had eventually grown apart a little bit. Intrigued, she quickly answered.

“Alice, hey, can you come to the Compound? It’s urgent,” Steve said, his voice steady but tinged with an unmistakable urgency that piqued her interest.

“Is everything okay?” Alice asked, her heart racing as she leaned forward, the sunlight streaming through her window unnoticed.

“It’s… Scott Lang. He’s back. He has something important. You need to hear it.”

The mention of Scott, Ant-Man, stirred a sense of anticipation within Alice. She had thought he was lost to them, one of the many who had been snapped away by Thanos. The idea that he had returned was electrifying. Scott had always been a beacon of hope and humour, and if he had found a way back, it could mean something monumental. “I’ll be there in ten,” she replied, grabbing her jacket and rushing out the door, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

Upon arriving at the Compound, Alice made her way directly to the briefing room, her heart pounding with anticipation. The air inside was charged with an energy that suggested something huge was about to unfold. As she entered, she found Steve, Natasha, and Scott already present, their expression serious and focused. Scott was eating a peanut butter sandwich as if he hadn’t eaten something in years.

“Hey, Alice,” Steve said, his voice steady, but Alice could see the tension in his posture. Natasha stood beside him, arms crossed, her eyes sharp and analysing.

Before Alice could speak, Scott put down his sandwich and started explaining to her about the Quantum Realm and the possibility of time travel. As Scott laid out his theory, Alice listened intently, the possibilities swirling in her mind. They discussed various time travel mechanics and the potential risks involved. Could this actually work?

Alice’s heart raced at the thought. Time travel had always been a far-fetched concept, a theme reserved for comic books and science fiction films. But here it was, standing before her like a beacon of hope. If the could time travel, there was a chance to bring Bucky back, to bring everyone back. She locked eyes with Steve, who mirrored her excitement, his brows furrowed in concentration.

As the meeting continued, Scott emphasized the need for precision and teamwork. “We’d need to coordinate perfectly,” he explained, sketching out a timeline on a whiteboard. “In and out, no lingering. We can’t mess with the past too much.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “And what’s to stop us from running into ourselves or accidentally altering major events?”

“That’s where we’ll have to be smart about it,” Scott replied. “We’ll have to ensure we’re in and out before anything drastic happens. But I can’t do this alone. I need an expert. So who do we talk about this?”

Alice looked around the room, weighing their options. “We should talk to Tony. If anyone can help us figure this out, it’s him.”

Since it was too late to go to Tony’s, the four of them decided to spend the night in the Compound and go first thing in the morning. They spread out into the common area, where Scott began explaining his theories in more detail. But as the conversation continued, Alice found herself unable to focus entirely. The excitement of the meeting was overshadowed by a mixture of anxiety and hope for what was to come.

After a while, Alice excused herself, feeling the need for some fresh air and solitude to process everything. Steve wanted to go after her, but Natasha stopped him. Alice made her way to the roof, a favourite spot of hers. The night sky was a tapestry of stars, and a gentle breeze rustled through her hair as she stepped outside.

Not long after, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw Natasha emerging onto the roof, a couple of beers in hand. She approached Alice with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“Thought you could use one of these,” Natasha said, handing Alice a beer and popping the top of her own.

“Thanks,” Alice replied, accepting the drink. They both leaned against the ledge, taking a moment to soak in the peaceful night.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, gazing at the stars above. Then Natasha broke the quiet, her voice soft yet steady. “It’s a lot to take in, huh?”

“Yeah,” Alice replied, taking a sip of her beer. “I never thought I’d see Scott again.”

Natasha nodded, her expression thoughtful. “It’s strange. It feels like a part of me wants to hope, but another part is terrified of what might mean. What if it doesn’t work? What if we mess up?”

Alice turned to look at Natasha, sensing the weight behind her words. “I get that. But what if it does work? What if we can change things? I mean, we have a chance to bring everyone back. I could get Bucky back, Nat. And you can get Yelena back. I know how much she meant to you.”

Natasha took a deep breath, leaning her elbows on the ledge. “I miss her, you know? I miss all of them. It’s like there’s this void that just… never goes away. But I also know how dangerous messing with time can be. If we aren’t careful, we could end up causing more harm than good.”

“I’ve thought about that,” Alice admitted, gazing at the stars. “But I can’t shake the feeling that this might be our only shot. If we have a plan and if we’re smart about it, maybe we can do this.”

Natasha turned to her, her expression softening. “You really love him, don’t you?”

Alice hesitated, feeling her cheeks flush slightly. “Bucky… he means so much to me, I don’t even know how to describe it. If there’s a chance to get him back, I want to take it. For him, for all of us.”

Natasha nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “You know, I admire that about you. You have this fire, this determination. It’s what makes you who you are.”

“Thanks, Nat,” Alice said, feeling a warmth spread through her. “But it’s not just me. We all want this. We’re a team, and we need to support each other. I just hope Tony comes around. He’s the genius we need to make this happen.”

“Yeah, Tony can be stubborn,” Natasha replied, rolling her eyes playfully. “But he also cares about us. I think once he sees the potential in Scott’s plan, he’ll jump on board.”

“Let’s hope so,” Alice said, taking another sip of her beer.

As they stood on the rooftop, the cool breeze swirled around them, carrying with it a sense of friendship and understanding. In that moment, Alice felt a profound connection with Natasha. They were not just friends but best friends, bound by shared pain and the hope of a better tomorrow.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Natasha spoke again, her voice a little more serious. “You know, if this works, it’ll change everything. We’ll be diving into the unknown, and we can’t predict what will happen. Are you ready for that?”

“I think I am,” Alice replied honestly. “I’m scared, of course. But I’d rather take the risk than live in a world where I didn’t try. I owe it to Bucky and to everyone else we lost.”

Natasha studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Just remember, whatever happens, you’re not alone in this. We’re all in it together.”

Alice smiled, feeling a swell of gratitude. “I know. Thank you, Natasha. I really appreciate you being here.”

Natasha clinked her beer against Alice’s, a silent toast to their friendship and the journey ahead. “To hope,” she said softly.

“Yeah, to hope,” Alice echoed, raising her drink higher. As they took a sip, the weight of the world outside faded, leaving behind the flickering light of possibility.

As the night wore on, they shared stories and laughter, momentarily forgetting the heaviness of their reality. They discussed everything from their favourite movies to the ridiculous antics of past missions. Laughter echoed across the rooftop, intertwining with the stars above, a reminder of the strength that friendship could provide even in the darkest times.

Eventually, they made their way back inside, the warmth of friendship lingering as they rejoined Steve and Scott in the common area. Scott was animatedly discussing potential timelines with Steve, who listened intently, a look of determination etched on his face.

“Hey, what did we miss?” Natasha asked, her tone casual, though Alice could sense a newfound confidence in her voice.

“Just mapping out potential timelines,” Steve replied, gesturing to the whiteboard where Scott had scribbled various dates and events.

Alice exchanged a glance with Natasha, both silently reaffirming their commitment to this mission. They were in this together, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The following morning, Alice, Natasha, Steve, and Scott piled into a car and drove to Tony’s lakeside cabin, where Alice had once found solace in the simplicity of his new life. But this time, the weight of the world was on their shoulders.

As they approached the cabin, Alice felt a sense of anticipation mixed with anxiety. Tony had been out of the game for a while now, and she wasn’t sure how he would react to the idea of time travel. But Scott’s theory was their only shot, and if anyone could figure out the complexities of it, it was Tony Stark.

As Tony strolled by the lake with his daughter, the peaceful silence between them was suddenly interrupted by the distant rumble of a car engine. Tony squinted towards the sound, spotting a black Audi pulling to a stop a few meters away. He groaned inwardly, recognizing the passengers. Steve, Natasha, Scott, and Alice stepped out, looking tense but determined.

Tony let out a heavy sigh. “Great,” he muttered. “Just what I needed – and impromptu Avengers reunion.”

Alice gave him a sympathetic smile. “Did you really think we’d let you live your quiet little life forever?”

Before Tony could respond, the rest of the group approached, and it didn’t take long for Scott to dive into the heart of the matter, his voice filled with excitement. He explained his plan in rapid bursts, his enthusiasm contagious despite the gravity of the situation.

“Now, we know what it sounds like…” Scott added.

“Tony, after everything you’ve seen, is anything really impossible?” Steve asked, his voice calm yet pressing.

Tony, trying to hold back his sarcasm, crossed his arms and shot Steve a look before launching into an explanation that left most of them blinking in confusion.

“Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck Scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition. Can we agree on that?”

The blank expressions on Alice, Steve, Nat, and Scott’s faces spoke volumes.

Steve accepted a drink from Tony. “Thank you.”

“In layman’s terms, it means you’re not coming home,” Tony added flatly.

“I did,” Scott retorted quickly.

“No, you accidentally survived. It’s a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull off a… what do you call it?”

“A time heist?” Alice chimed in, trying to sound proud.

“Yeah, a time heist. Of course, why didn’t we think of this before? Oh, because it’s laughable? Because it’s a pipedream?” Tony’s sarcasm was evident.

“The Stones are in the past. We can go back and get them,” Scott pressed on.

“We can snap our own fingers. We can bring everyone back,” Natasha added, her voice steady, but there was a hint of desperation.

Alice’s heart skipped a beat at Natasha’s words, the possibility of getting Bucky back looking more promising. But Tony’s gaze darkened at the mention of the snap.

“Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?”

“I don’t believe we would,” Steve countered.

Alice could sense the tension building. She finally spoke up, her tone softer than the others. “Tony, I get it. You have a family now. But so do we, in a way. We’ve all lost people we care about. We’ve already paid the price – shouldn’t we at least try to make it right?”

Tony glanced at her, his expression softening for just a moment before he turned back to the group, his voice firm.

“Gotta say, sometimes I miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won’t help if there’s no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist. I believe the most likely outcome would be our collective demise.”

“Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel. That means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting event-” Scott began.

Tony held up his hand to stop him. “I’m gonna stop you right there, Scott. Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on ‘Back to the Future’?”

“No,” Scott mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

“Good. You had me worried there. ‘Cause that’d be horse shit. That’s not how quantum physics works.”

Alice exchanged a quick glance with Natasha, knowing Scott had just made his already shaky pitch a little worse. But Natasha wasn’t one to give up easily.

“We did stand. And yet, here we are,” Tony responded, the bitterness evident.

“Tony… we have to take a stand,” Natasha said, her voice firmer now.

“I know you got a lot on the line. You’ve got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did,” Scott’s voice raised as he tried to make his point. “And now, we have a chance to bring her back. To bring everyone back. And you’re telling me that you won’t even-”

“That’s right, Scott, I won’t even. I’ve got a kid.” Tony’s voice softened as Morgan ran out of the house, her small feet pattering across the ground.

“Mommy told me to come and save you,” she said proudly as she ran into her dad’s arms.

Tony smiled, lifting her up effortlessly. “Good job. I’m saved.” He turned to face Steve, Natasha, Alice, and Scott. “I wish you’d come here to ask me something else. Anything else. Honestly, I… I missed you guys, it was… Oh, and table’s set for six.”

As Tony set Morgan down, the little girl turned towards Alice, her face lighting up with a big smile. Without hesitation, she rushed over to Alice, wrapping her tiny arms around her legs in a hug. Alice’s heart melted instantly, and she bend down to give Morgan a proper hug, smiling warmly.

“Hey, kiddo,” Alice whispered softly, brushing Morgan’s hair back gently.

Morgan giggled and beamed at Alice before running back to Tony’s side.

There was a moment of quiet, the weight of the situation pressing down on everyone. Steve, ever the leader, broke the silence.

“Tony, I get it. And I’m happy, for you, I really am. But this is a second chance.”

Tony glanced at Morgan, holding her close. “I got my second change right here, Cap. I can’t roll the dice again. If you don’t talk shop, you can stay for lunch.”

Defeated, Steve, Natasha, and Scott walked back to the car, but Alcie stayed with Tony. He let out a long breath, his gaze shifting to Alice, who stood quietly, her expression troubled but unwavering.

Morgan had already run back into the house, leaving the two of them alone by the lakeside, the sun casting a warm golden hue over everything. For a moment, neither of them said anything. The soft lapping of the lake’s water against the shore was the only sound between them.

Tony glanced over at Alice, expecting her to say something light or teasing to ease the tension, but instead, her eyes were misty, her lips trembling as if she was holding back something deep.

“Tony,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “you know me. I’m not one to beg.”

Tony’s brows furrowed, sensing the shift in her tone. He stood straighter, turning to face her fully. Alice took a deep breath, steadying herself.

“Please reconsider Scott’s idea,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “This… this might be the only chance I have. The only chance any of us have to make things right. I need this. I need… I need him back.”

Tony blinked, the sincerity and desperation in her voice hitting him harder than he expected. He knew she wasn’t talking about some abstract “greater good”. This was personal.

“Barnes,” Tony said softly, piercing it together. Alice nodded, tears brimming in her eyes now.

“I lost him, Tony,” she continued, her voice thick with emotion. “And not just to the Snap. We were finally starting to heal, finally starting to build something. I know it wasn’t perfect, but it was real. And I don’t know how to live in a world where he’s just… gone. I tried to think I could, but I can’t…”

Tony stared at her, the familiar ache of grief creeping up his spine as he remembered all those he had lost too. He sighed, glancing down at the ground, his hands on his hips.

“Alice…” he started, but she interrupted him, her voice shaking.

“I deserve this, Tony. We deserve this. Bucky and I – we’ve both fought so hard. We’ve lost so much. I’ve spent years running from the idea that maybe I could have a happy ending. And now, the universe has taken him away from me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing except this.” She stepped closer to him, her eyes searching his for understanding. “You know what it’s like to have a second chance. You have it now with Pepper and Morgan. You have your family. I just… I want that too.”

Tony looked away, swallowing hard, torn between his fear of losing what he had and the pull of Alice’s words, the rawness in her plea.

“I don’t wanna lose him forever, Tony,” Alice whispered, her tears spilling over now. “If there’s even a small chance that I can get him back… I have to take it. Please. Please help us. Help me.”

There was a long silence. Tony clenched his jaw, his hands tightening into fists by his sides. He’d been where she was – desperate, willing to risk everything for the people he loved. But now… now he had a family, a life he couldn’t bear to lose. And yet, seeing Alice like this, broken and vulnerable, made it harder to hold onto his resolve.

“I’ve lost him too many times already,” she added, her voice barely audible. “I can’t do it again.”

Tony ran a hand through his hair, his heart pounding. He had to draw the line somewhere, had to protect what he had now. But Alice’s words lingered, echoing in his head, and he knew, deep down, that he was only standing there with his family because someone had once given him a chance.

He looked back at her, seeing the hope she was clinging to. Slowly, he let out a sigh, his voice quiet, almost defeated.

“I don’t know if I can do it,” he admitted. “But I’ll think about it.”

Alice’s breath hitched, a small sob escaping her. “That’s all I’m asking for. Just… think about it.”

Tony nodded, his gaze softening. “You’ve got my word.”

Alice wiped her tears, trying to hold herself together, but the weight of his words brought her some small comfort. She nodded back, her heart still aching, but a sliver of hope blooming inside her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Tony didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes said enough. He wasn’t ready to make promises, but he understood what was at stake now – not just for the world, but for the people he cared about. For Alice. For her chance at a happy ending.

Alice began walking back towards the car, leaving Tony standing by the house. She opened the door and sat on the backseat.

“He’s scared,” Natasha finally broke the silence.

“He’s not wrong,” Steve added, but his brow was furrowed.

Alice nodded, her mind racing. “He’s not wrong, but… I don’t think we have the luxury of playing it safe anymore.”

“Yeah, but I mean, what are we gonna do? We need him,” Scott said, frustration building in his voice. “What, are we gonna stop?”

“No, I wanna do it right,” Steve replied. “We’re gonna need a really big brain.”

Scott pointed back at Tony’s house, incredulous. “Bigger than his?”

Alice caught Steve’s gaze, her eyes determined. “There’s one more person I can think of.”

The next day, Alice found herself seated at a table in a cozy little diner. Across from her sat Scott Lang, still wide-eyed and blinking as if he was trying to process everything that had been happening. Natasha sat beside Alice, arms crossed as she watched Bruce Banner, or rather “Professor Hulk’, who was enthusiastically digging into his breakfast. Steve stood nearby, arms cross in his usual stoic stance. Alice couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sight of Bruce – he was bigger, greener, and surprisingly… wearing a shirt.

Bruce pushed a plate of scrambled eggs toward the middle of the table. “Come on, I feel like I’m the only one eating here,” he said, his voice calm but still holding that deep resonance. “Try some. Eggs are good.”

Scott looked at him, bewildered. “I’m so confused.”

Bruce smiled a little too earnestly. “There are confusing times.”

“Right,” Scott agreed, then waved his hands in frustration. “No, no. That’s not what I mean!”

Bruce leaned back, his face falling into a more relaxed expression. “I know, I’m kidding. But yeah, it’s crazy, right? I’m wearing shirts now.”

Alice, sitting nearby, arched an eyebrow and leaned over to Steve. “Shirts? That’s the big revelation? I’ve been wearing them for years, and no one claps for me.”

Steve smirked but stayed focused on Bruce as Scott stammered again. “Yeah! How? Why?”

Bruce’s face darkened for a moment as the weight of his words became evident. “Five years ago, we got our asses handed to us. Except it was worse for me. Because I lost twice. First, Hulk lost, then Banner lost… and then we all lost.”

Natasha, always the level-headed one, spoke softly. “No one blamed you, Bruce.”

Bruce shook his head, his tone heavier. “I did. For years, I treated the Hulk like he was a disease, something to be cured. But then I realized… he wasn’t the problem. Maybe he was the solution. I spent eighteen months in a gamma lab, and I figured it out. Now… well, best of both worlds.”

Just then, a small group of kids approached Bruce, their eyes wide with awe. One girl, no older than ten, hesitantly tapped him on the arm. “Excuse me, Mr. Hulk?”

Bruce immediately brightened up, flashing a grin. “Yes, little person?”

“Can we get a photo with you?”

Bruce chuckled warmly. “One hundred percent, little one. Step up.” He handed his phone to Scott. “You mind?”

Scott awkwardly took the phone. “Sure, sure. I’m Ant-Man, by the way…”

Alice couldn’t resist. “Yep. The guy who shrinks. You should add that to your resume, Scott.”

Scott flashed her a look. “Thanks, Alice.”

As Bruce posed with the kids, Scott snapped the picture and handed the phone back, clearly a little bothered. “Don’t you wanna grab one with me? You know, Ant-Man?”

The boy shook his head. “Stranger danger,” he whispered, looking Scott up and down.

Alice stifled a laugh. “Ouch, buddy.”

Scott sighed. “No one knows Ant-Man…”

Bruce, trying to smooth things over, gestured to the boy. “No, come on. You wanna take a picture with him, right?”

The boy shook his head again, more forcefully this time. “No, I’m good.”

Scott shrugged. “He doesn’t want it. I get it.”

Bruce chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry, man. What about you, Onyx? You’re an Avenger, too. No kids asking for selfies?”

Alice smirked, but her tone was laced with sincerity. “Oh, I get my fair share. Let’s just say being one of the originals has its perks.” She leaned forward, her humour fading slightly. “But right now, this isn’t about fame or photos. It’s about getting everyone back.”

After the kids left, Bruce shifted in his seat as Steve spoke up. “Bruce. About what we were discussing…”

Bruce turned back, his demeanour changing again, realizing the seriousness of the situation. “Oh, right. The whole time-travel do-over thing? I gotta be honest, guys, that’s not really my area of expertise.”

Natasha glanced at Alice, giving her a knowing look. They all knew who had the most at stake here.

Alice leaned forward, her humorous tone long gone. “Look, Bruce, I know this isn’t simple. But you made the impossible happen once already.” She gestured to him. “No one thought you could balance Hulk and Banner, but here you are, in a shirt, telling us it’s possible. You can make this work, I know it.”

Bruce hesitated, glancing around the table. He could feel the weight of their expectations, especially Alice’s. “I get it. I do. And I’ll try to help. But time travel? That’s… outside my realm of miracles.”

Steve spoke up again, this time more firmly. “But we need this. We need you.”

Alice clenched her fists under the table, hiding the growing tension in her voice. “Bruce, I don’t care how hard it is. I need Bucky back. We all need them back. Whatever it takes.”

Bruce looked at her, truly seeing the desperation in her eyes. He nodded, understanding more than he let on. “Okay. I’ll do my best. Let’s get to work.”

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hi there!! i’m not entirely sure how side blogs work just yet, but i decided to make this one for my mcu/marvel oc, harper!! i hope to post some more details abt her later, maybe story ideas and her backstory. i just wanted a place to yap about her to be honest!! idk if ill use this acc to make posts as her or if ill use it for story ideas, or maybe both!! i need to figure it out lmao.

but for now, hi!! looking for more mutuals/friends— preferably 18 or older, not necessarily bc of content but bc i am 20 lmao— who would let me yap endlessly about my silly little cyborg daughter :3

[the-hoax-collective]

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What a tragic little guy. ANYWAYS.

Working on the document explaining, y'know, Everything. Warren's story, family tree, dunkin' on Tony. The usual.

Godspeed, gang!

[cyborg-daughter]

harper, in my brain, is like the weird estranged neice that they have. like 99% of the time they don’t interact much but when they do it’s just oh god this girl won’t shut up and sam why the hell is she trying to get me to make a tiktok??? and god help them when she meets joaquin because they’ll both end up giving sambucky a fucking heart attack.

Sam and Bucky are like an old married couple and Joaquin is their son change my mind

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Nightfall Tales #5 - Game Night!

"Another game night ruined thanks to Mr. LeBeau’s very sticky fingers. Ororo Munroe prides herself on being a good sport, but even a goddess has her limits when it comes to Gambit’s constant cheating. Herschel's probably wondering why he didn’t just stay home."

—Halo Fontaine, chronicler of chaos and cursed game nights 🎲⚡

(Lol the main reference for the comic: Here)

[mcudc616]

Wade and Logan

𝐗-𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗)

[mywritesaremylove]

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Loki Odinson x Stark's Daughter Smut Warning 18+

The sound of her stilettos was a warning.

A threat wrapped in red soles and patent leather. Every step down the hallway of Avengers Tower was deliberate, measured, and entirely for show. She wasn’t just Tony Stark’s daughter. She was a legal powerhouse in her own right. Stark Industries' corporate counsel. Avengers' in-house attorney. And the only woman in the building who made Loki Odinson feel utterly human when she pinned him in place with a look.

Her office door closed behind her with a soft hiss, locking automatically.

“I told you to wait until after five,” she said, not looking up.

“And I told you I don’t follow rules.” Loki’s voice was dark velvet, already behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder, smirking. He was leaning against her desk like he owned it, that familiar arrogance in every line of his tall frame. Dark slacks, black button-down rolled to the elbows. The god of mischief made it all look criminally good.

“You’ll get us caught,” she murmured, setting her files down. “Pepper’s two offices down.”

Loki moved like smoke—silent, dangerous. Suddenly he was behind her, warm breath teasing her ear. “Then keep your voice down.”

His hand slid up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, palm rough against her stockings. She closed her eyes for a beat, exhaled through her nose. He always started slow, teasing, until she was grinding against his palm like she had no pride.

“Loki,” she warned.

“Yes?” That amused tone. That deadly smirk in his voice. “Should I stop?”

She didn’t answer. Just tilted her hips into his hand.

His fingers brushed the thin lace of her thong. “Already wet,” he murmured, pleased.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, Starkling. You love it when I talk.”

He pushed the thin fabric aside and ran his fingers through her slick folds, slow and deliberate. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk. She bit her bottom lip hard.

“If you get slick on my briefs again,” she said through her teeth, “you’re buying me new ones.”

He chuckled. “Gladly. I’ll pick red. Like those perfect little heels you click across the floor like a war drum.”

He dipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them just right. Her legs buckled slightly, and he caught her with an arm around her waist, fingers never stopping. Her soft gasp made him grin against her neck.

“You’re always so professional,” he growled. “All polished and untouchable. But in here…”

He thrust deeper, twisting his wrist, and her knees gave out. He held her up easily, lips grazing her ear.

“In here, you’re mine.”

She turned her head, lips finding his in a kiss that was all teeth and heat and hunger. His free hand gripped her jaw, holding her still as he kissed her like a punishment. She bit his lip and he moaned low in his throat.

Then she shoved him back, turned, and climbed onto the desk.

“Pants off,” she commanded, crossing her legs slowly. “Now.”

Loki arched a brow, eyes devouring her from her tousled hair to the flash of red sole she deliberately showed. “So bossy,” he said, already unbuckling his belt. “Just how I like you.”

She slid her blazer off, revealing the silk camisole beneath. Her nipples were already hard through the fabric. No bra. He groaned when he realized it.

“Desperate today, are we?”

She didn’t answer. Just spread her legs.

He stepped between them, hard and ready, the head of his cock already leaking. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to her mouth, licking her arousal off his fingers while holding his gaze.

Loki swore in Old Norse.

“Need to be quiet,” she whispered as he lined up. “You make me loud.”

He thrust in with one hard stroke.

Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. Loki’s hands gripped her hips, bruising. She was tight and wet and perfect, and the desk creaked beneath them.

“I’ll make you scream anyway,” he muttered, starting to move.

He fucked her like he didn’t care who was outside that door. Like he owned her office, her body, her moans. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, heels locked behind his back as he pounded into her again and again.

Papers scattered. A framed photo tipped. Her phone buzzed on the desk and she slapped it away.

“Faster,” she begged, voice hoarse. “Please.”

He growled, hand slipping between them to rub her clit in hard circles.

“Come for me,” he hissed. “Now.”

She shattered.

Her whole body shook, a cry catching in her throat as her climax tore through her. He followed a moment later, hips stuttering, holding her tight as he spilled inside her.

The room went silent but for the sound of their breathing.

After a moment, she pushed him back with a weak hand to the chest.

“Get cleaned up. We have a team meeting in ten.”

Loki smirked, still catching his breath. “You’re adorable when you pretend I didn’t just fuck you stupid.”

She fixed her hair in the reflection of her office window. Found her blazer. Reapplied lipstick.

Loki was pulling his shirt back on, utterly unfazed.

As he walked to the door, she said without turning around: “Lock it behind you.”

He did. Of course he did.

Because they had rules.

And even gods knew not to cross a Stark on her turf.

[marvelsgirl616]

*sighs dreamily* …I’d let him do the most unhinged and nastiest things to me.

[ a little fruity here, like did he stab his 🍑? either way they’re relationship goals ]

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Chapter 62: Revival

Warnings: strong language, suggestive content, angst, depression and alcohol use

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

We could steal time just for one day

We can be heroes for ever and ever

Alice stood off to the side, watching as Bruce Banner fiddled nervously with buttons on a control panel. The air was thick with tension, the unspoken weight of what was at stake hanging over them like a storm cloud. Scott, wearing his Ant-Man suit, stood near the back of his van, the Quantum Tunnel’s shimmering interior beckoning with possibilities. Natasha and Steve flanked Bruce, their expressions a mix of determination and unease.

“Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one. Scott, fire up the, uh… the van thing,” Bruce announced, his voice shaking slightly, betraying the nerves he was trying to mask.

Scott looked at the van and then back at the group, opening the portal. It flickered to life with an otherworldly hum, casting eerie shadows on their faces.

“Breakers are set, emergency generators are on standby,” Steve confirmed, his steely gaze fixed on Bruce, who looked more anxious than ever.

Alice shot Scott a quick grin, attempting to inject some levity into the moment. “You got this, Ant-Man. Just try not to bring back a T-Rex or something,” she crossed her arms and flashed a smirk. “Or a really awkward teenager. I mean, who needs that drama? Not like we have enough of it around here.”

Her humour was a thin veil over the anxiety bubbling just beneath the surface. The thought of Bucky lingered in her mind, intensifying with every passing moment.

“Good,” Bruce spoke, trying to regain some semblance of control. “’Cause if we blow the grid, I don’t wanna lose Tiny here in the 1950’s.”

Scott’s eyes widened. “Excuse me? I can’t take Alice’s jokes because she’s not the one who worked on the time machine, but you… you’re the one who basically made it work!” He exclaimed, his voice laced with panic.

Natasha tried to flash a reassuring smile to Scott, “He’s kidding.” She leaned in close to Bruce then, “You can’t say things like that!”

“Just… It was a bad joke,” Bruce said quickly, glancing between them, a hint of regret in his eyes.

Nat frowned, whispering urgently, “You were kidding, right?”

Bruce, now whispering back, replied, “I have no idea. We’re talking about time travel here. Either it’s all a joke, or none of it is.” He turned to Scott and raised his thumb. “We’re good! Get your helmet on, Scott. I’m gonna send you back a week, let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Makes sense?”

“Perfectly not confusing,” Scott said dryly, his voice tight, but he managed a wry smile that belied his anxiety.

“Good luck, Scott. You got this,” Steve encouraged, a reassuring hand on Scott’s shoulder.

Scott puffed up his chest, determination flashing in his eyes. “You’re right. I do, Captain America.”

With a nod from Bruce, he pressed a button, and Scott vanished into the Quantum Tunnel.

“On the count of three. 3…2…1!” Bruce called out, his finger poised over the control panel, his face a mask of concentration.

The room held its breath as Bruce pressed another button. Suddenly, someone in the Ant-Man suit emerged from the portal, but it wasn’t Scott as they all expected. A teenager stood there, looking bewildered, his eyes darting around the room as if trying to comprehend the chaos.

“Uh, guys? This… this doesn’t feel right,” Teen Scott stammered, his voice cracking with uncertainty.

“What is this?” Steve asked, disbelief etched across his face, his posture tensing.

“What’s going on?” Bruce queried, tapping more buttons frantically, his confidence crumbling.

Natasha stared wide-eyed, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. “That… who is that?”

“Hold on!” Bruce yelled, his fingers racing over the controls, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Is that Scott?” Alice whispered, incredulity creeping into her voice.

“Yes, it’s Scott!” Teen Scott repeated, anxiety rising as he took a step closer, searching for familiarity.

In a chaotic twist, Teen Scott was sucked back into the Quantum Tunnel, only for an elderly man in the Ant-Man suit to tumble out next.

“Ow! My back!” Old Scott groaned, clutching his side as he tried to regain his balance, the reality of his age evident in his weary eyes.

“What is this?” Steve asked again, the bewilderment evident in his tone, frustration flaring beneath the surface.

“Can I get a little space here?” Bruce huffed, clearly overwhelmed, his face almost turning a shade of crimson as the pressure mounted.

“Yeah, yeah. Can you bring him back?” Steve pressed, urgency creeping into his voice.

Bruce waved his hands dismissively, panic overtaking his composure. “I’m working on it!” He tapped the side of the button pad, desperation clawing at him as he tried to regain control.

Just when they thought things couldn’t get weirder, a baby appeared next, still in the Ant-Man suit, and everyone collectively gasped, the absurdity of the situation hitting them all at once.

“It’s a baby,” Steve said, incredulity painted across his face.

“It’s Scott,” Bruce replied, barely containing a grin, his frustration giving way to amusement.

“As a baby!” Steve replied incredulously, glancing at Alice, who was now laughing.

“We’ll raise him,” Alice joked, covering her mouth with her hand so Steve wouldn’t see her laugh and scold her.

“He’ll grow,” Bruce insisted, waving a dismissive hand, but even he was starting to question the reality of what they were witnessing.

“Bring Scott back!” Steve exclaimed, his urgency rising like a tide.

Bruce motioned to Natasha, his heart pounding. “When I say kill the power, kill the power.”

Natasha, her heart racing, stepped toward the generator, adrenaline surging through her. “Oh my god,” she breathed, her eyes darting between Bruce and the chaotic scene before them.

“And… kill it!” Bruce yelled suddenly, the urgency in his voice snapping Natasha into action.

Without hesitation, Nat pulled the lever down, and everything powered down. Scott, the normal and adult Scott, got spewed back out of the Quantum Tunnel, landing unceremoniously on the ground, disoriented and dazed.

“Somebody peed my pants,” he declared, looking around in confusion, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh thank god,” Natasha sighed, relief flooding through her.

Scott continued, “But I don’t know if it was ‘baby’ me or ‘old’ me… or just ‘me’ me.” He ran a hand through his hair, glancing at each of them, searching for answers.

Bruce threw his hands up in a dramatic fashion. “Time travel!” he proclaimed, a mix of triumph and bewilderment in his eyes.

Steve shook his head in disbelief, turning to walk away, his hand brushing over his face as he tried to comprehend the absurdity of the moment.

“What? I… I see this as an absolute win!” Bruce insisted, a proud smile spreading across his face, as if he had just conquered the impossible.

Alice stood frozen for a moment, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over her as Scott sat up, his embarrassment echoing in the silence that followed. The chaotic scene inside the Compound faded from her mind, replaced by the more pressing matters outside. She decided to follow Steve.

“Hey,” she called out, catching up to him as he sat down on one of the benches outside. The cool air hit her like a splash of cold water, snapping her back to the urgency of their situation. She could see the weight of the world in his eyes, the same world that had seen them lose so much.

“Look, I know that was… chaotic,” she began, her voice steady despite the swirling thoughts in her mind. “But we can’t lose sight of why we’re doing this. We have to make this time travel plan work.”

Steve nodded, his gaze fixed on the ground. “We will,” he promised, but there was an edge of worry in his tone. “But what if we fail? What if we mess things up even more?”

Alice took a deep breath, her heart racing as she steered the conversation toward the real issue that weighted on her. “What if we don’t? What if we bring everyone back?” She paused, glancing at him. “Especially Bucky.”

The mention of Bucky hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken feelings. “He deserves a second chance,” Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper. “He deserves a second chance with you. After everything… he deserves it.”

“Once he’s back, we have to tell him,” Alice pressed, her heart pounding. “We can’t hide it from him, Steve. What happened between us during these last few years… we need to be honest with him.”

Steve’s expression shifted, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. “Are you sure that’s the right move?”

“Yes,” Alice insisted, her voice firm. “He deserves to know the truth, even if it’s complicated. He is the love of my life, Steve. I thought I could love you the same way… but it didn’t work out like that. We can’t hide it from him.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a thick fog. “I get that,” he finally said, his tone softening. “I just don’t wanna hurt him more than he’s already been hurt.”

“I know,” Alice replied, her eyes searching for his understanding. “But he needs to know we weren’t just sitting around waiting for something to happen. We were living, trying to survive… and we made choices. I don’t wanna hide those choices from him. It’s not just about us anymore, it’s about Bucky too. Besides, he’ll need to know we didn’t turn into a couple of sentimental mushballs while he was gone. We were busy trying not to fall apart!”

Steve chuckled softly, and Alice felt a flicker of relief at the sound. “Yeah, we were pretty bad at that, huh?”

Alice tilted her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “But we were pretty good at other things too…” She leaned in slightly, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You know, all those late nights in your bedroom.”

Steve’s cheeks turned slightly pink. “Uh, yeah. I definitely miss that,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, his embarrassment evident.

“Wait, you miss that?” Alice raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that way I kept catching you staring at me? Were you reminiscing the old times, Cap?”

“Hey, it’s not like that! It’s just… I was used to some things and then we just…” He tried to keep his tone light but failed miserably.

Alice giggled, the tension easing further. “We had some pretty wild nights – what was that one time in the gym?”

Steve rubbed his chin, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, yeah, that time you challenged me to a lifting contest, and you ended up-”

“Accidentally breaking a bench press!” Alice interjected, bursting into laughter. “You had to save me from embarrassment. But later that night… I mean, I miss getting spanked,” she said absentmindedly, her cheeks flushing as soon as the words left her mouth.

Steve’s eyes widened comically, and he nearly choked on his laughter. “Wait, what?”

Alice covered her mouth in shock, trying to stifle her giggles. “I-uh, I meant like, like… Oh, fuck it, you know what I meant.”

“Sure, sure,” Steve replied, trying to keep his face serious, but the corners of his mouth twitched with the effort not to laugh. “I know what you meant.”

They shared a few minutes of silence, the bond between them shifting yet again, a blend of their shared past and the hope for a brighter future.

“Let’s do this,” she said, her tone resolute. “For Bucky. For everyone.”

Steve smiled then, a genuine warmth spreading across his face. “Yeah. For everyone.”

Alice watched as Steve’s shoulders sagged under the weight of his thoughts, the humours conversation and fierce resolve they had just shared now dimmed by the enormity of their task. She could see the exhaustion etched into his features, a battle-worn warrior struggling to find his footing amidst the chaos.

Just then, a deafening noise sliced through the silence, and Alice turned to see an Aundi speeding toward the entrance of the Compound. The car swerved slightly, coming to a halt a little too far away before reversing sharply, stopping right next to them.

As the window rolled down, Tony Stark leaned out, a grin plastered across his face. “Why the long face? Let me guess: he turned into a baby.”

Steve lifted his gaze, a mixture of irritation and amusement flickering in his eyes. “Among other things, yeah. What are you doing here?”

Ignoring Steve’s question, Tony stepped out of the car, striding toward the back with an air of casual confidence. “That’s the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Land through time, you might’ve wound up pushing time through Lang. It’s tricky. Dangerous. Somebody should’ve cautioned you against it.”

“You did,” Steve replied, crossing his arms.

“Oh, did I?” Tony feigned innocence, a smirk breaking through his serious façade. “Thank God I’m here. Regardless, I fixed it.” He held up his right hand, showcasing a gleaming device. “A fully functioning Time-Space GPS. I just want peace.” He made a peace sign with his fingers, his tone lightening. “And also, Alice’s words from the other day kept replaying in my mind, so… And turns out, resentment is corrosive, and I hate it.”

“Me too,” Steve muttered, the weight of their losses heavy in his voice.

Tony took a moment, his expression shifting to something more serious. “We got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities: Bring back what we lost? I hope, yes. Keep what I got? I have to, at all costs. And… maybe not die trying will be nice.”

“Sounds like a deal,” Steve reached out, his hand extending to shake on it. Tony reciprocated, the grip firm, a silent agreement solidifying between them.

As Tony turned back to the car trunk, Alice stepped closes, her heart pounding with a mix of hope and anxiety. When Tony pulled out Captain America’s shield, she felt a rush of nostalgia and pride. But as Steve hesitated, she spoke up, her voice breaking the moment. “You should take it, Steve. You’re gonna need it.”

“Tony…” Steve started, his voice tinged with reluctance.

“Why? He made it for you,” Tony replied, gesturing to the shield with a raised eyebrow. “Plus, honestly, I have to get it out of the garage before Morgan takes it sledding.”

With a deep breath, Steve fitted his arm into the shield, the familiar weight settling comfortably against him. “Thank you, Tony.”

“Will you keep that a little quiet?” Tony hesitated, a hint of seriousness creeping back into his tone. “Didn’t bring one for the whole team.” He paused, then added, “…. We are getting the whole team, right?”

Before Steve could respond, Tony reached back into the trunk and pulled out a small, sleek knife, its blade glinting in the sunlight. He stepped toward Alice, holding it out with a grin. “And this is for you, Onyx.”

Alice’s eyes widened as she took the knife, her fingers tracing over the black handle, which had striking blue details that complemented its sleek design. The blade was made of vibranium, a reminder of her strength and legacy of the Avengers. The name Onyx was elegantly engraved on the side. It had been a while since she heard that name, a name that she thought she had left behind once she lost to Thanos.

“Cool, a baby knife!” Alice exclaimed, unable to suppress her excitement. She turned the knife over in her hands, marvelling at the craftsmanship. “Thank you, Tony. It means a lot.”

Tony nodded, the sincerity in his expression underscoring the weight of their mission. “Just don’t go showing it off to any old guys at the bar, alright?”

Alice smirked, her spirits lifted. “No promises.”

Steve watched them, a flicker of gratitude shining in his eyes. “We’ll bring everyone back. Together.”

Tony’s expression softened for a moment, a shared understanding passing between them. “Good. We need all hands-on deck for this one.”

After gathering the team and Tony explaining his theory, it was time to decide how they were going to get the rest of the team together.

“Alright, we’ve got a plan,” Steve started, his gaze steady. “Nebula, Rocket, and War Machine are already on their way. We need to decide how to regroup Thor and Clint.”

“New Asgard it is,” Rocket replied, his expression shifting to a determined grin. “I’ve got some ideas on how to persuade him.”

“I’ll go with you,” Bruce chimed in, turning towards Alice. “Maybe it’s better if you came too, Alice. You know, because of Loki…”

Alice’s faint smile turned into a small frown. Even though she hadn’t thought about Loki for quite some time, it still hurt her heart. He was someone she knew there was no way of getting back.

“Good. Natasha, you good to go get Clint?” Steve asked the spy. “He’ll come if it’s you asking.”

“Okay, let’s move fast then,” Natasha said, already heading for the door. “Rhodey will help me track him down. We’ll meet back here once we have everyone. Let’s do this.”

As the team split up, Alice felt a surge of determination. They were closer than ever to bringing everyone back together, and nothing could stand in their way.

Alice, Bruce, and Rocket arrived in New Asgard a few hours later. Bruce was sitting in the back of a utility car while Alice drove and Rocket sat next to her, traversing the green countryside of Norway. A sign came to view, reading ‘WELCOME TO NEW ASGARD, PLEASE DRIVE SLOWLY’. The vehicle came to a stop in a small town by the port. The three of them stepped out, taking in the sight of the remaining Asgardians living like regular folks, adjusting to their new reality. They took in the modest scenery – a stark contrast to the grand halls of Asgard’s past. Rocket squinted, unimpressed, as he said, “Kind of a step down from a golden palace and magic hammers and whatnot.”

Bruce shot him a sympathetic glance. “Hey, have a little compassion, pal. First, they lost Asgard, then half the people. They’re probably just happy to have a home.”

As they walked further, Bruce spotted a familiar face. Valkyrie stood a little distance away, her expression hard to read. Bruce approached her, and she raised an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t have come!”

“Ah, Valkyrie! Great to see you, Angry Girl,” Bruce said, his voice warm with familiarity.

Her eyes scanned Bruce from head to toe, noting his new appearance. “I think I liked you better either of the other ways.”

Bruce chuckled, unfazed, and gestured to Rocket beside him. “This is Rocket,” he introduced.

Rocket, ever the smooth talker, gave a casual not. “How you doin’?”

Valkyrie glanced down at Rocket with a mix of curiosity and amusement but didn’t dwell on it. “He won’t see you,” she said bluntly, her expression growing serious.

Bruce’s face fell a bit. “That bad, huh?”

“Yeah,” Valkyrie confirmed, her gaze drifting to a pile of empty kegs stacked nearby. “We only see him once a month, when he comes for…” She motioned toward the kegs. “… supplies.”

Bruce sighed. “It’s that bad.”

Jus then, Alice, who had been wondering around the place, walked up to join them, a smile already spreading across her face. Valkyrie’s eyes lit up at the sight of the new arrival. “And who might this be?” she asked, her tone suddenly flirtatious.

Bruce grinned, stepping aside to make the introduction. “This is Alice, also known as Onyx, one of the originals. And friend of Thor’s… and ours.”

Valkyrie’s demeanour softened further, and she stepped closer, taking Alice’s hand in hers. With a teasing smile, she brought it up to her lips and kissed it gently. “A pleasure to meet you, Alice,” she said, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “I hope you didn’t come here to be my conquest.”

Alice chuckled, pulling her hand back gracefully but with a hint of a smirk. “Not today, Valkyrie. But thanks for the warm welcome.”

Valkyrie’s grin widened, and for a moment, the tension around them seemed to ease. But the mood quickly shifted again as Bruce, Rocket, and Alice continued their trek inside, following Valkyrie’s guidance. Rocket pushed open the creaking door, and the smell of stale beer hit them immediately.

“What the…” Rocket muttered, wrinkling his nose. “Woo! Something died in here.”

Bruce stepped further inside, calling out into the dimly lit room. “Hello? Thor?”

From somewhere deeper in the house, a familiar voice echoed back. “Are you here about the cable?”

As Thor emerged, his appearance was… different. Shirtless, with a large belly and wild, unkempt hair, he sauntered into view, a beer bottle already in hand. “The Cinemax ran out about two weeks ago, and the sports were all kind of fuzzy.” He took a swig from his beer, oblivious to the group’s stunned expressions.

“Thor?” Bruce said, struggling to mask his shock.

Thor’s eyes brightened when he finally focused on them. “BOYS!” he exclaimed, his face breaking into a wide grin. “Oh my God! It’s so good to see you!” He immediately lunged for Rocket, trying to pull him into a bear hug.

“Come here, you little rascal!” Thor growled playfully.

Rocket squirmed, waving him off. “No, I’m good. I’m good. That’s not necessary.”

Thor laughed it off, as if everything was perfectly normal. He turned and spotted Alice, his face lighting up even more. Without hesitation, he wrapped her in a big, affectionate hug, lifting her off the ground for a moment.

“Hello, my ex-sister-in-law!” he boomed, his voice full of warmth.

Alice returned the hug, patting his back as she was set down. “Hey, Thor. It’s good to see you, even though you need a shower,” she said, though her tone carried a hint of concern as she took in his appearance.

Thor didn’t seem to notice, instead gesturing toward the couch where Korg and Mike were seated, engrossed in a game of Fortnite. “Hulk, you know my friends, Mike, Korg, right?”

Korg looked up from his controller, giving a cheerful wave. “Hey boys! Hey Alice!”

“Hey guys, long time no see,” Bruce said, trying to stay upbeat.

“Beer’s on the bucket,” Korg added, nodding toward a cooler. “Feel free to log on to the Wi-Fi. No password, obviously.” He then went back to his game, only to be interrupted again. “Thor, he’s back. The kid on the TV that called me a dickhead again.”

“NoobMaster,” Thor replied to him, his voice angry.

Korg pointed to the TV, “Yeah, NoobMaster69 called me a dickhead.”

Thor grabbed Korg’s headset and spoke into the mic with a threatening tone. “NoobMaster. Hey, it’s Thor again. You know, the God of Thunder? Listen, buddy. If you don’t log off this game immediately, I’m gonna fly over to your house, come down to that basement you’re hiding in, rip off your arms and SHOVE THEM UP YOUR BUTT! Oh, that’s right, go cry to your father, you little weasel!”

Korg smiled appreciatively. “Thank you, Thor.”

“Let me know if he bothers you again, okay?” Thor said, handing back the headset.

“Thank you very much,” Korg replied as he went back to his game. “I will.”

As the odd reunion continued, Bruce finally got to the reason they were there. “Buddy, you all right?” he asked, placing a gentle hand on Thor’s shoulder.

Thor’s smile faltered for the first time. “Yes, I’m fine! Why, don’t I look all right?”

Rocket’s eyes narrowed. “You look like melted ice cream.”

Thor let out a hearty laugh, but the humour quickly faded. “So, what’s up?”

“We need your help, Thor,” Alice said, the seriousness of the situation returning. “We’re gonna fix everything.”

“What, like the cable?” Thor asked, a burp escaping as he spoke. “Cause that’s been driving me bananas for weeks.”

“No, like Thanos,” Bruce replied quietly, but firmly.

Thor’s face darkened at the mention of the name. His hand, now shaky, pointed at Bruce. “Don’t say that name.”

Korg stood up, trying to defuse the situation. “Um, yeah. We don’t actually say that name in here.”

Bruce gently pushed Thor’s hand away. “Please take your hand off me. Now I know that… guy might scare you.”

Thor’s expression hardened as he pointed at Bruce, his voice tense. “Why would I be scared of that guy? I mean, we killed him, didn’t we? He’s dead. It was done.”

Alice stepped forward, her gaze steady. “Thor, you’re right. We killed him. I took him down,” she reminded him quietly but firmly.

Thor’s face softened, the fight in his eyes dimming as he looked at her. A glimmer of admiration flickered in his gaze. “Aye, that’s right,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he glanced at Korg. “It was Alice who swung her sword, took his head clean off.”

Korg, nodding thoughtfully, chimed in, “Yep, no argument there. All Alice, mate.”

Bruce stepped closer, his voice gentle but steady. “I get it, Thor. You’re in a rough spot, okay? I’ve been there myself. You wanna know who helped me out of it?”

Thor barely glanced over, his tone dry and distant. “I don’t know. Is it… Natasha?”

Bruce shook his head. “It was you. You helped me.”

Thor sighed, walking over to the window, his gaze drifting over the small settlement below. He pointed, still holding his half-empty beer bottle. “Why don’t you ask the Asgardians down there how much my help was worth,” he muttered, a bitter edge in his voice. He slumped back onto the sofa, looking defeated. “The ones that are left, anyway.”

Alice took a step forward, watching him closely. “Thor, I know you’re hurting, and you have every right to be,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “But don’t you see? We’re trying to make this right. For all of us. We’re trying to bring them back. Do it for them. Do it for Loki.”

Thor didn’t meet her eyes, instead fiddling with a packet of M&Ms as he continued. “Stop. Stop, okay?” He shook his head, popping a handful of candy into his mouth. “I know you think I’m down here wallowing in my own self-pity, waiting to be rescued and saved. But I’m fine, okay? We’re fine, aren’t we?” He gestured over to Korg and Miek, who were busy with their pizza and video game, barely glancing up.

Korg looked over, nodding with a thumbs-up. “Nah, all good here, mate.”

Thor gave a dismissive wave. “So, whatever it is that you’re offering, we’re not into it, don’t care, couldn’t care less. Goodbye.”

Bruce, undeterred, said, “We need you, pal.”

Thor only shook his head, staring blankly ahead.

Rocket crossed his arms, his voice blunt. “There’s beer on the ship.”

Thor paused, considering this as he set the bottle down. “What kind?”

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[cyborg-daughter]

tell us more about harper!!

ooo where to start!!

- i first started making harper when i was around 15 and she started out as a very stereotypical “tony stark’s daughter” style-oc, but i think she’s grown a lot since then (also ive grown as a writer so)

- she’s MCU-based so keep that timeline/continuity in mind. i unfortunately don’t know much abt marvel comics :-(

- her mother was a government worker/possibly SHIELD agent

- her mother died when she was around eight years old in a “house fire.” this same accident left harper an amputee and with a few other issues. after this she lived with her father. genuinely if not for his money, she probably wouldn’t have received proper healthcare and would’ve passed from her injuries.

- when harper is around 15, she’s taken by ultron and experimented on. this is when her “cyborg” comes into play. his initial plan is to basically make her a human drone— mindless, and something to experiment with humanity. her bionics can be upgraded but cannot be fully removed, due to being so engrained in her internal systems (brain, nervous system, etc.)

- she can understand any language due to an automatic translation in her ears, but cannot speak these languages. the translator makes the words into english, but she can’t speak english and have it come out a different language. she does pick up a few things, though.

- she’s a very silly character. despite her traumas she tries to have fun and be carefree, mainly as a defense and trauma response. when she does break, she falls to pieces. most people don’t see her actual feelings. she acts like a happy rich kid, but she’s genuinely just a young girl who’s scared for her future.

- she saw wanda almost like an older sister, but wanda never saw her as the same.

- harper wasn’t blipped! so she’s around 27 in current MCU-era.

- absolutely hated peter. saw him as the child her father always wanted that she couldn’t be.

- she’s very artistic and loves to paint!

- got her ears pierced with nat when she was 13. she looked up to nat, and though natasha would never admit it, she liked harper well enough and wanted to see the little girl live a mostly-positive life.

- when harper eventually meets yelena, her earrings remind her of natasha, as harper’s own piercings were lost when she got cyborg’d.

- when she was experimented on by ultron, her mind went into the vastness of the web, like how jarvis and ultron did at the beginning of that film. this is how ultron was able to have control over her. the only thing that kept her from being completely lost was by clinging to familiar things— she inevitably found the recently released SHEILD/HYDRA documents regarding her mother’s death/house fire. in short, it wasn’t an accident. she never tells tony this.

- for a reason totally not related (it is) she’s afraid of bucky, but also doesn’t blame him like others do, considering she’s also technically been “mind controlled.”

- in the current MCU, harper feels painfully alone. the people that raised her are dead or retired, and she’s never had the chance to make friends. she isn’t necessarily close to pepper or morgan and lives alone in an apartment in New York that, in the event of his death, tony had paid for.

feel free to ask more questions!! anything really :-) i love yapping abt my cyborg daughter ehehe

[the-hoax-collective]

what a child-of-divorcecore loserboy EMO

[keyboardsmashess]

The Siren, or The Heart of the Matter Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Tags: Romance, fluff, smut, mental health, healing from trauma, enemies to lovers, slow burn, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending.

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Chapter Directory:

The Book, or Inez is a Fucking Goddess

The Mission, or Is Barfing on Captain America's Shoes Treason?

The Hospital Room, or Give My Best to Ovid

The Beginning, or Tin Man, Beefcake, Man Bun, and Natasha

The Beginning's Beginning, or The Abridged and Heavily Redacted Life and Times of Cleo Blake

The Crystal, or Cleo's Mother is Right for the First Time in Recorded History

The Neighbor, or Meg's Goldfish Might Need a New Godmother

The Assignment, or In Defense of the Mighty Ovary

The Lie, or The Truth Without the Calories

The Run, or To the Window, to the Wall, 'Til the Sweat is Fucking Everywhere

The Test, or Clint's No Good Very Bad Day

The Power, or The Mandatory Forced Proximity Event

The Theories, or Overwhelmed by the Power of Quarterflash

The Question, or I'll Make an Avenger Out of You

The Name, or A Return to My Natural Habitat

The Philosopher, or If You Want Peace, Prepare for War

The Phone Call, or Hey Look, Ma, I Made It

The Text, or As Easy as Biting off Your Own Finger

The Bar, or Good Company and Bad Jokes

The Interruption, or An Abundance of Party Crashers - Part One

The Interruption, or An Abundance of Party Crashers - Part Two

The Haircut, or Level Two Friendship Activities

The Appointment, or Therapy is One Hell of a Drug

The Lamp, or Making a Habit

The Visitor, or Eight Harry Potter Movies and One Second of Bravery

The File, or Secrets, Sparring, and Escapes

The Fuck-Up, or The Road so Far is Full of Mistakes

The Friend, or Low Times at Sneaky Pete's

The Moment

The Note, or The Thesis Defense from Hell

The Soldier, or I Fucking Love You

The Intervention, or Righting Some Wrongs

The Miracle, or Ten Words and a Thousand Kisses

Bonus Content:

Character Doodle - Cleo

Avengers Karaoke Jams Playlist

Character Doodle - The Siren Suit

Character Doodle - The Philosopher

Angry Feminist Killjoy Playlist

Poll - What comes next?

Character Doodle - The Siren Suit with Helmet

[mr-bigdaddy]