#mcu story

[iovesentry]

you’ll be safe here joaquin torres x reader

summary: you thought you’ve moved on from it, put it all in the past. but how could you? you literally witnessed the most important person in your life, sacrifice himself in front of you. that haunted you for the rest of your life, even in your dreams.

warning(s): reader is an og avenger, witnessed tony starks death, tony used to be readers father figure, nat is alive and winterwidow makes a tiny part of the story!!!

A/N: sorry for the lack of posts guys! i’ve had no ideas whatsoever, but i promise i’ll post more soon!!

flashes of the fight kept swarming your thoughts, dreams, and even your daily life. you never forgot his face—the mad titan—the face that took away the life of the person you loved the most. remembering how the mad titan had you in his grasp, almost taking away your life. that moment kept on replaying over and over again in your dreams, dreams that turned into nightmare.

“you will be shrinked into nothing, you will witness the snap of the glove and watch everyone you love–including yourself–disappear.” thanos held your neck in his hands, slowly squeezing it. you thought it was the end, that you’ll finally find peace.

you woke up from your nightmare, drenched in sweat. getting up from your bed, you went to the bathroom and splashed your face with water. it just kept haunting you over and over again that you had to go to therapy because of it. you wished it would all go away, get tony back.

you put on a robe and slippers and made your way out of your room, going to the kitchen to get something to eat. you remembered there was leftover pizza from earlier that sam ordered, so you were looking forward to eating that. when you got to the kitchen, you were met by joaquin.

“hey, couldn’t sleep?” he asked you as you went to the fridge to get the pizza. “yup. nightmare, as always. you?” you took two slices of pizza from the box and placed it on a plate to microwave. glancing at the time on the oven, it showed 12:30 AM.

“do you… wanna talk about it?” he asked you, concern laced in his voice. joaquin always listened to your problems, whether that was about the team, a mission, something about the past, or about yourself. he always knew what right words to say too—thats what you loved about him—even though people always thought he was just a flirt.

hearing the microwave ding made you snap out of your thoughts, taking the plate and placing it beside where joaquin sat.

“uh, you know–the usual nightmares. the battle with.. thanos.” hearing your own voice crack was embarrassing, especially in front of joaquin. “he just- i miss tony. i keep remembering how it felt to be in the grasp of that mad titan. i know he’s gone but—i just can’t seem to forget, you know?” before you knew it, your eyes were already filled with tears, the pizza long forgotten at this point.

“hey, hey, hey. look, you’re the bravest person i’ve ever known. you fought him and helped save the world. i know tony would be proud of the person you’ve become now. you’re probably one of the reasons why he did it. you were one of his motivations in life.” he says the right words again. you felt his hands cup your cheeks and dry your tears, but despite that, the tears kept coming anyways.

you were now face to face with joaquin on the barstool of the kitchen, hiding your face in his chest as he cradles you and rubs your back, letting you cry in his arms. you didn’t know how long you were crying for, but eventually you calmed down. looking at his tear-soaked shirt, apologizing immediately.

“hey, sweet girl, its okay. it’ll dry off or i can just change shirts.” you wiped your tears and stared at him, admiring his current state. “thank you, joaquin. i owe you a lot.” looking down at your pizza, you took a bite and offered the other slice to joaquin. you both ended up moving to the living room and talked until 2 AM, yawning profusely.

he was talking about a random topic until he noticed you went silent. looking at you beside him, you fell asleep. your head was resting on his shoulder the entire night but he didn’t notice when you dozed off. being so careful, he got up and carried you bridal style to your room. thankfully, you and joaquin were on the same level in the compound.

he opened your door and carefully closed it, hoping not to wake your room neighbors. he placed you on your bed, tucking you in. he didn’t forget to remove your slippers and robe, putting them back to where you always place them. as he was about to leave, he felt you grab his arm.

“joaquin, can you stay. please?” sleep was evident in your voice and in your face. you were scared you might’ve made him uncomfortable, but seeing him take off his slippers and joining you in your bed, you were relieved. you rolled over to face him—still distancing yourselves a bit—looking at him make himself comfortable.

“thank you for staying, joaquin. good night.” unbeknownst to you, he didn’t sleep immediately, but he watched you fall asleep. not in a weird, creepy way, but in a way where he’s admiring how your chest rises and falls. how peaceful your face looks when you’re not stressed. how beautiful you were looking even though you’re sleeping.

“good night, pretty.” joaquin fell asleep after that, slowly snuggling to get closer to you. you both ended up cuddling throughout the night. what joaquin didn’t realize is bucky and natasha heard both of you enter your room, even hearing the closing and opening of the door. they waited until joaquin would exit your room but after waiting for about 10 minutes and yet no sign of joaquin, they looked at each other and high fived.

“do you think they finally confessed?” bucky asked natasha, earning a slap to his chest as they both also went to sleep. “hey, leave them be, james. at least joaquin is a natural at it, you were a fumbling mess whenever you used to speak to me before.” natasha chuckled, remembering her and buckys cute dates. “who said i’m not a fumbling mess anymore?” natasha laughed at that, snuggling closer to buckys side and pulling the comforter over them.

safe to say you slept peacefully that night. and the next. and the next again. until forever, for you and joaquin.

[ciricegh0st]

canonically sleeps on silk sheets and drinks oat milk matt murdock is one of the girls confirmed

[papanowo]

what is their problem like actually

[mischievous-thunder]

And then the two princes saved the world and moved in together to start a new family with their adopted daughter and a dog. The end.

[soulofasupernova]

My DR self is so fucking cool

[ikol-art]

Listen to me. Change the narrative. Keep writing your own story. You got this. Just keep going.

[fla-t-line]

Lonely God

[bananaboatmobile]

Tony folded his arms. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls, kid?”

“My phone’s broken. I dropped it.”

“Pete, that thing is practically indestructible. It would take dropping it fifty stories to even scratch—”

“I did.”

“What?”

“I did. I dropped it. From the top of the Empire State Building.”

“You what?”

[luckyyharms]

if anyone complains about no agathario I'm going to punch them in the face LOOK AT LILIA LOOK AT HER. SHE'S FINALLY FOUND PEACE WITH HERSELF ANDBHER POWERS. SHE HAS A COVEN. LOOK AT HER

(further rant in tags)

[spacemonolithart]

One of my experimental shenanigans again~

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Where It Hurts

Summary: Joaquin Torres x fe!Reader -> You won't let anyone else in your hospital room, with the exception of Joaquin.

Disclaimer: Some of the one-shots I have for Joaquin have been in my drafts for a while. Mentions of wounds and Joaquin helping you fix them, slightly established relationship. Not Proof Read.

“She won’t let anyone in with her.”

That’s what the Doctor had told them all as they waited in the hallway for you. From where Sam was standing, he could see the reflection of you sitting on the edge of one of the medical beds. 

He’d only gotten a quick look at you, but the damage seemed extensive enough to keep you out of field work for at least eight months. Six if you came back and stuck to desk work for a while. 

And one look was all it took for him to say, “Joaquin. You go.”

“Captain Wilson, sir-”

Sam turned back to the doctor. “All due respect, Doc. She needs him.”

“She’ll let me in,” Joaquin added. 

The Doctor studied the two Avengers in front of her. Looking around at the other five, they all seemed to have an agreeing look in their eyes. If it had been anyone else, she would have asked them to wait. But you’d refused most treatment. 

Thankfully, you had no internal bleeding or damage. You did have a fractured rib which she could give you medication for, but other than that, it was a matter of gluing and/or stitching up your external wounds. And she didn’t think the best course of action was to leave you alone at that moment. 

So she nodded. 

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you,” Joaquin let out a breath of relief, immediately making his way towards your hospital room. 

Meanwhile, the doctor turned to Sam and the others, going through everything she had found and what would follow for the next few months. 

You heard the small whooshing noise of the door being pushed open and it took a lot out of you just to look up. You could have cried when you saw Joaquin, if you had any energy left to do so. 

He walked over to you, slowly, not wanting to scare you. You’d been through a lot in the last couple of days. Eventually, he stood in front of you, your eyes fixed on each other. 

He took in the injuries he could see. A tidal wave of bruises, multiple grazes and cuts, a lot of dried blood and what he could only guess had been a gash on your arm. 

You felt his fingers lightly brush some of your hair away from your face, the baby hairs being caked and dried in blood, sticking to your skin. 

You hissed at the pain a little and closed your eyes. 

“Sorry,” Joaquin apologised. Then he let his hands rest by his side. “Tell me where it hurts.”

You just pointed to different places. Without knowing, you’d given him the order he needed to fix and seal your cuts. 

Pulling up a medical table, he found all the supplies he needed already there. “This is gonna hurt, but I’m gonna be as gentle as I can, okay?”

You just nodded. “Okay.”

Joaquin gave you a final nod to assure you before he started on the first cut you had pointed to. He worked in silence, and you were thankful. There had been so much noise rattling through your ears for the past few hours alone, you found a sanctuary in the comfortable silence between yourself and Joaquin. 

Every now and again, a small hiss would leave your lips and he’d quietly apologised. Once he’d finished all the stitches you needed, he started gluing others shut, placing tape over the top to help it remain in place. 

The mission had been planned for almost eighteen months, and a few days ago, everything had been kicking itself up a gear until today. It had been a battle against illegal arms dealers and you’d found yourself stranded alone, the rest of your team racing around the place to either fight someone else, or get out of there whilst they still had the chance. 

Joaquin had, luckily, been with Sam when Sam had gotten a call from Bucky. You were being rushed into the compound for medical treatment. Bucky only got word because Peter had gotten an alert from Friday telling him your information and medical sheet had been rushed through the processor. 

Sam and Joaquin had rushed as quickly as they could towards the compound, leaving Sarah and her two boys at a pizza place Kate had constantly been recommending. 

By the time Sam and Joaquin had landed on the tarmac outside, you were being carted off the jet and into the compound. At the time, you’d been unconscious so when a nurse had come to check on everyone in the waiting room, in order to give an update, everyone was relieved to hear you’d be okay. 

Once Joaquin had finished with the smaller cuts, he moved over towards the sink and started to fill up a bowl with some warm water. Opening the bottom cabinet beside the bed, he reached inside for a clean washcloth, and then he was right back in front of you. 

He was careful as he manoeuvred your head from side to side, dabbing and wiping the dried blood from around your wounds and on your skin. 

“How’s your rib?” 

“Sore,” you answered, your throat dry. 

Laying the dirtied cloth into the bowl when he was finally finished cleaning you up, he walked across the room to the cold cabinet. Walking back over, you watched as he effortlessly cracked the inside packaging before shaking the contents around the bag. Once he had it wrapped in a separate fresh, and dry, washcloth, he stood in front of you again. 

“Can I?”

You just nodded, already lifting your shirt. He helped you, seeing the agony on your face. Letting your arms drop to your side, Joaquin pressed the ice pack to your side and after flinching, you settled into his touch. 

As his other hand rested and warmed the other side of your rib cage, you leaned your head forward, closed your eyes and finally relaxed. 

Joaquin pressed a kiss to your brow after a few moments as he removed his hand from under your shirt and ran his fingers over the length of your hair to move it from your neck to down your back. Meanwhile, he kept the ice pack in its place. 

“Thank you.”

“You never have to thank me, Angel. Not for something like this.” 

Looking up at him, his fingers continued to brush the hair from your face before you leaned up and he met you in the middle, placing a tender kiss on your lips. 

Rolling your lips as the kiss broke apart, you leaned your head against his chest one again, his lips pressing a light kiss to the back of your head as his fingers massage your scalp a little, easing the tension. 

 “I’m so glad you’re okay.” Joaquin could feel the tears in his eyes, threatening to spill forward in silence. 

He didn’t know if you had heard him, his voice having come out in a hushed tone. But the fist that clenched at the t-shirt he wore under his flannel told him otherwise. 

“So am I.”

[thejadecount]

To anyone who wants to talk shit about bad story/character development in Deadpool & Wolverine CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP! I CAME TO SEE 2 HOURS OF DEADPOOL MAKING META & SEX JOKES AND HAVING HOMOEROTIC TENSION WITH WOLVERINE AND MARVEL DELIVERED EXACTLY THAT

[wenellyb]

What do you mean Sambucky "crumbs"???

For over 5 years, Sambucky shippers built a whole fandom out of these these interactions in Captain America: Civil War

and these interactions in Avengers: Endgame

Bucky saying I love you to Sam is not "crumbs"!

It's a major developement.

I don't think anyone in the Sambucky fandom would have imagined we could even have this. This is amazing.

[tardisdeancas]

what i want for Loki season 2 finale

[dreamsuvivor]

I don’t think you all grasp the depth of the finale and the show as whole: Loki used to be a side chracter who was killed off several times and often used only as a comic relief, and now he’s one of the most important character in the whole mcu… His character arc is incredible, one of the best in the whole mcu.

And all some of you seems to care about is that your ship didn’t become canon. Are you kidding me?!

[soulofasupernova]

This is exactly how I imagine those stories of people waking up in their dr for the first time next to their s/o and they didn't script it.