#mcu x oc

[ilovolderman]

Dinner Interrogation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Sam hosts a dinner to uncover the truth about you and Bucky’s relationship.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: humor, fluff, secret dating, lasagna, lie detector abuse

A/N: this can be read as a standalone even though it's part of a series called "You Said What". it doesn't necessarily follow a specific order, but if you want to check out the other parts, here they are: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8. thanks for reading, i hope you like it :)

Sam Wilson was finished pretending.

Tonight, he was pulling out all the stops: Dinner. But not just dinner. A full-on sting operation with lasagna and lightly weaponized appetizers.

This wasn’t just a meal. This was war. Operation: Love Actually (But They're Lying).

"Casual, not suspicious" was the theme. He wore a turtleneck for authority. And the guest list? Handpicked for psychological pressure:

You (suspect #1)

Bucky  (suspect #2)

Sam (the host, investigator, and emotional wreck)

Natasha (because she lives for drama)

Tony Stark (for tech backup and snark)

Steve Rogers (for “dad energy” and moral guilt leverage)

And Peter Parker, who thought he was just invited for lasagna and board games.

The living room was dimly lit. The table was set. The lasagna was pre-ordered. And in the center of it all, hidden beneath an innocuous decorative centerpiece? A portable StarkTech lie detection device.

Sam checked it one more time. Still green. Still calibrated. Still ready to catch romantic criminals.

You arrived first. Oversized hoodie. Sleepy smile. Suspiciously content.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "That hoodie is two inches too long in the sleeves. EXHIBIT J."

Bucky arrived a few minutes later. Entered through the kitchen like this was a sitcom. Casual. Too casual.

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Staggered entry,” he whispered to himself. “Classic deflection tactic.”

Steve gave Sam a look. “This is a friendly dinner, right?”

Sam didn't blink. “Oh, it’s friendly… to the truth.”

Dinner began.

You sat across from each other. Just far enough to look innocent. Close enough to smile at each other when no one was looking. Too choreographed. Too coordinated.

The lasagna was passed around like a peace offering. Peter asked three times if it had walnuts. (It didn’t. He still didn’t trust it.)

Then Sam stood.

“Game time,” he said with a smile that had war crimes energy. “We’re doing a little truth circle. Like spin-the-bottle but without the bottle. Or the fun. Or the spinning.”

Tony groaned. “Oh great, here comes summer camp counselor Sam.”

Steve frowned. “Is this really necessary?”

Natasha was already pouring herself wine. “Shhh. This is better than HBO.”

Beneath the table, the lie detector pulsed.

Sam began.

“Alright. Easy question. Bucky—ever been in love?”

Bucky gave a slow shrug. “Once or twice.”

Green.

 “Recently?” Sam pressed.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Define recently.”

“Within the last six months.”

Bucky just smirked. “Hard to say. Time’s a social construct.”

Still green.

Peter blinked. “This feels intense for lasagna night.”

Tony sipped his drink. “You have no idea.”

Sam clenched his jaw. “Right. Fine. You,” he pointed at you. “Same question.”

You looked positively angelic. “What, if I’ve been in love?”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely.”

Green.

“Recently?”

You tilted your head. “In a cosmic sense?”

“IN THE LAST SIX MONTHS.”

You smiled. “Possibly.”

Green.

“Can i go next?” Peter asked

Sam ignored him. “Okay. Next question. Ever kissed someone who lives in this building?”

You and Bucky shared a brief glance.

Then, in perfect sync: “No comment.”

Green.

Sam nearly flipped the table. “WHY IS ‘NO COMMENT’ STILL GREEN?!”

Natasha actually laughed into her wine glass. “It’s calibrated to detect lies,” she said, sipping wine. “Not cheeky evasion.”

“Then they are hiding something!” Sam barked, pointing at you “That proves it!”

Bucky leaned back, arms crossed. “Proves we’re smart. Not guilty.”

You bit your lip to hide a smile.

Sam rounded the table. He pointed to your hoodie. “That is HIS hoodie.”

You raised your brows. “Is it?”

Bucky shrugged. “All hoodies look the same.”

Natasha muttered, “Lies. That’s his ‘Wednesday hoodie.’ I’ve seen him fold it.”

Sam snapped his fingers. “HA! COLLATERAL CONFIRMATION.”

You smiled serenely. “Or maybe we just do laundry on the same day.”

Peter whispered to Steve, “This is better than that time Vision tried to cook.”

Sam glared. “Alright. Final question. And I want both of you to answer. Clearly. Slowly. With eye contact.”

He paused for effect.

“Are. You. Dating.”

You both paused.

Then turned to each other.

Then to Sam.

And in the exact same deadpan voice: “No.”

Green.

Sam stared at the device. Then at you. Then at the ceiling. Then back at the device.

“I’ve been betrayed by science.”

Bucky leaned forward. “You okay, man?”

“No!” Sam snapped. “I’m living in a romantic Truman Show and none of you are helping!”

Tony patted his back. “Want some wine?”

“I want answers!”

From under the table, the lie detector shorted out with a sad little pop. Probably from emotional overload.

Peter leaned over to Natasha. “Do you think I could fake-date someone for this kind of dramatic energy?”

Natasha didn’t even look up. “You’d crack in three hours.”

You stood and stretched. “Well, this was enlightening. Thanks for dinner, Sam.”

Sam stood, pointing dramatically. “This isn’t over! You hear me? You can lie to the machine. But you can’t lie to me forever!”

Bucky stood too. “Wanna bet?”

You both started walking toward the door.

Sam pointed wildly. “They’re leaving at the same time!”

Peter: “So?”

Sam: “They didn’t come together!”

Natasha: “Neither did your sanity.”

The door closed behind you.

Sam collapsed into his chair.

Five steps out the door. You both broke. Laughter exploded between you like a popped balloon.

Bucky slung his arm over your shoulders as you leaned into him, giggling helplessly.

“That—” you wheezed, “—was actually cruel.”

He grinned, crooked and smug. “He’s going to short-circuit in his sleep.”

You gave him a sideways look. “The lie detector literally did.”

“Friday probably auto-filed it under 'emotional casualties.’”

You both collapsed into laughter again, and after a moment, he held out his hand with that familiar spark in his eyes.

“C’mon. Lets go to our spot.”

He led you up onto the building’s roof. The door creaked open and the city met you with open arms — the soft hum of traffic below, the wind gentle in your hair, and a sky stretched out like a quiet secret. The rooftop was empty, peaceful. The kind of place that felt like it belonged to you and no one else.

Bucky pulled off his hoodie and draped it over your shoulders without a word. You didn’t even protest, just slid your arms into the sleeves and hugged it close.

It smelled like him. Warm. Safe. You sat down against the low wall at the edge, legs stretched in front of you, and he sat beside you, one arm around your shoulders like it had every right to be there.

Silence settled between you again.  but the good kind. The kind that felt earned. Easy.

“I’m perfect,” you said after a while, answering the question he hadn’t yet asked.

Bucky turned his head toward you, a little surprised.

“I just… I don’t love pretending around them,” you admitted, looking out at the skyline. “I mean, I know we’re not lying. Not really. But… it kind of feels like we are. Like we’re sneaking out after curfew.”

He was quiet for a second. Then: “We don’t have to pretend forever.”

“I know.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. “But it’s also kind of fun.”

 “Very fun,” he agreed. “Especially when you get that smug look.”

You blinked up at him. “What smug look?”

He grinned. “That one. The one that says ‘we made out in the stairwell and Sam has no idea.’”

You groaned, laughing into his shoulder. “We are going to be the reason he needs therapy.”

“Worth it.”

Bucky leaned down and kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Then finally your lips—soft and lingering, like you had all the time in the world. His hand cupped your cheek as your fingers tangled in the hem of his shirt. When he pulled back, you stayed close.

“Think they’ll ever figure it out?” you whispered.

He looked at you like you were his whole world. “I kind of hope not.”

You laughed softly and leaned against him, your hand finding his, your fingers slipping into the spaces like they belonged there. Above you, stars peeked through the clouds, and below, the city buzzed on like it didn’t know your little secret.

From far below, through a cracked window, Sam’s voice echoed faintly into the night:

“FRIDAY, CROSS-REFERENCE EVERY PHOTO OF THEM FROM THE PAST YEAR. I WANT BLINK RATES. I WANT STANCE ANALYSIS. I WANT SHADOWS CHECKED FOR HAND-HOLDING.”

You leaned your head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “We’re safe.”

Back inside, Sam stood triumphantly at the whiteboard he had forcibly dragged into the living room, the wheels squeaking on the hardwood floor as if the entire house was questioning his sanity.

Natasha leaned lazily against the wall, wine glass in hand, her expression somewhere between bemused and concerned.

Peter and Steve were seated at the dining table, playing Scrabble — although Peter had already exhausted every single letter in his limited vocabulary to spell out variations of “Stucky.” (He was still trying to get “Stucky” onto the board despite Steve pretended not to know what it meant.)

Meanwhile, Tony, as usual, was on the couch, projecting photos into the air with what could only be described as a mix of disappointment and genuine curiosity. He flipped through a series of images with the skill of someone who had spent years perfecting the art of snooping.

"Okay," Tony said, clicking through the photos on his holographic display like a man on a mission. "Three feet apart in May. 1.7 feet apart in July. September? Clearly sharing one churro. No context. But I’m sure that was more than a snack.”

Sam scowled at the screen, scribbling furiously on the whiteboard like he was composing the next great espionage novel. “Okay, okay,” he muttered to himself, pulling down a string of yarn across various photos of you and Bucky, as if it was going to somehow solve the mystery. "I need a new plan. A better plan.”

Tony glanced over at him, the kind of look only someone who knew Sam for way too long could pull off. “What’s your next move? Secretly record their Netflix history and analyze their most-watched shows for clues?”

Sam paused for a moment, considering it. Then he snapped his fingers. “...Actually, that could work.”

Natasha slowly lowered her glass, an expression of disbelief dawning on her face. “Sam. You’re kidding, right?”

Sam stood back, “Get ready,” he said ominously. “This will work. I will finally know the truth.”

Natasha looked at the others with a half-smile, then back at Sam. “You’ve officially lost it.”

Tony nodded sagely, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth. “I feel like we should all start taking bets on whether Sam will completely implode by the end of this.”

Sam, grinning maniacally, “Let’s just see who cracks first.”

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[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Tired Love

Sorry for the lack of updates. Been really tired and drowning in school work. Here's yet another addition to my Hunter series.

Summary: Memories and the weather cloud your mind but Bucky's presence always shines so brightly that it drives the darkness away

If someone ever asked who was the small spoon in your relationship with Bucky, the both of you would fight over the answer, insistent that the other one was the small spoon. In truth, it always changed, depending the mood of the day. Today, it was your turn to be the small spoon.

It was a chilly day, having just rained heavily but you sat outside at the balcony, letting the wind howl in your ears. Your knees were tucked to your chest, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as your hair stood on end, trying its best to protect you from the cold.

"I thought you hated the cold." A low voice sounds from beside you. Heat emanates from the body that seats itself next to you and you lean against it. An arm snakes itself around your waist, pulling you in.

"It's not cold," you mumble and he chuckles, the sound vibrating within his chest.

"Sure it isn't, love. That's why your hair is standing, right?" Blue eyes twinkle in amusement and the corners of lips tug upwards, causing you to smile in return.

"Yeah, that's right." You snuggle against him, a finger tracing patterns on his thigh. You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head, gloved metal hand brushing against your exposed flesh hand and your fingers intertwine with his.

"I managed to make Steve fall into the lake today," he hums. "He didn't see it coming."

"Did he drag you down with him?" Your thumb brushes over the back of his hand and starts drawing circles on it.

"He couldn't grab me in time. I learned from the previous incident and moved out of the way the moment he tripped over my foot," Bucky crows victoriously, smirking as he recalls what happened. "You should have heard the words that followed the splash, I never knew he could swear like that!"

"Well, clearly he's been taking some swearing classes from Tony." You can't help but laugh, trying to picture the scene in your head. "So that's why he was so grumpy when he came into the living room! He looked like he just took a shower!"

Bucky laughs, eyes sparkling with mirth. "He did take a shower in the lake!"

Your heart grows warm at the sound of his laughter ringing out in the cold still air and you find yourself grinning like an idiot, gazing at him fondly.

"So, the notorious Hunter can actually stop giving murderous looks. It's not permanently glued to your face, I was beginning to think it was." Bucky flicks you in the forehead, easily dodging your lazy attempt to return the favour. You groan, annoyed, and drop your head into his lap, burying your face into his thigh.

"I hate you," you mumble with zero malice.

"Love you too, babe." He ruffles your hair and you let out another annoyed noise, much to his amusement. Still, you remain on his lap, not wanting to move from your source of comfort. His cologne fills your nose, a pleasant smell that mingles with the fresh scent of the rain, and you find yourself playing with the fabric of his pants.

His fingers comb through your hair, strands twirling around his index finger as he plays with them and you find yourself starting to doze off. Your eyes struggle to remain open, the rhythmic massages on your scalp lulling you to sleep and you let out a yawn.

"Well someone's tired," Bucky hums, giving your cheek a poke.

"Excellent deduction, master detective." You roll your eyes, suppressing the other yawn that's trying to escape.

"Do you want to move to the bed?" He ignores your jab, gently brushing your hair out of your face.

"I'm comfy here." You reach up to trace his jaw. "Too tired to move anyways."

He leans into your touch when you cup his cheek, pressing a kiss to your open palm. "So you're going to subject me this uncomfortable position for the next few hours while you take a nap on my lap like a princess?"

"Sounds good." You smile before yawning again. "I might actually end up doing that."

Bucky sighs but his lips are curved upwards, "as you wish, princess."

"I'm not a princess."

"Sure you aren't."

"I'm—" Yawn. "—I'm a…"

You doze off despite your best efforts and Bucky lets his thumb gently brush over your skin where your shirt has ridden up, exposing your waist.

"You're the light of my life," he murmurs softly. "Even if you can't see that."

He watches as your chest rises and falls with each breath you take, oblivious to the world around you. Today was the day you'd killed your mother, the first person to truly love you, and the memories were clearly eating away at you.

It was easy to tell when something was weighing on your mind, the unnatural silence and distant look in your eyes always gave it away. The others could never really tell though, maybe it was the way you'd always smile and wave it off that fooled them, but you could never fool Bucky. He always knew.

"I wish I knew how to make you feel better. You always suffer alone, and I hate seeing you in pain." Bucky knows you can't hear him but it gives him the courage to say it all out loud. "You always know how to make me feel better, and I want to do the same for you."

You curl tighter into him and Bucky's breath hitches. His throat tightens, heart thundering in his chest as he freezes in place, hoping he hadn't woken you up. You hadn't slept properly in the past week, ripped from peaceful slumbers by nightmare after nightmare as memories crashed into your dreams, turning them red. This was the first time he had seen you sleeping so well, and he didn't want to ruin it.

Your breathing remained the same, chest rising and falling in the same pattern. Bucky lets out a quiet sigh of relief, murmuring a soft apology before resuming his vigil, ensuring no one disturbs you. It doesn't take long for the quietness of the gloomy afternoon and the rhythmic sound of your breathing to lull him to sleep, his eyelids drooping as he struggles to stay awake but he's fighting a losing battle.

You wake a few hours later, feeling far more rested than you've been in the past week and find Bucky lying on the floor, passed out. His brown hair is splayed all over the floor and his legs are still crossed, acting as a pillow for your head. His flesh hand remains resting on your waist, a grounding warmth in your grogginess. His metal arm is stretched out by his side and his lips are slightly parted, the perfect picture of cuteness.

Slipping your phone out of your pocket, you take a quick snapshot of the serene moment before lying back down on his lap, smiling contentedly. This felt nice, the warm and fuzzy feeling in your heart.

Maybe you do genuinely love him after all. Or it could just be the tired side of you being unable to process what's going on. It is, however, nicer to think that you are still capable of truly loving someone, and be truly loved back. So even if it's a fever dream, you cling onto this feeling, and reassure yourself that there's still a part of you that's human, that can love and be loved.

Because you're not sure if you can go on living without it.

[jackiequick]

X-Men Evolution — OC 🎸

~ Is this just to fuel my desire for more X-men content? Yes, yes it is. Plus I adore the cartoon I wish it got more traffic because it’s pretty good!

Full name: Hailey Meredith Rose Wright

Nicknames: Hail, Mere, Rosy

Sign: Virgo

Birthday: August 29th

Age: 17-25

Height: 5’5

Parents: Kisa Wright (mom), Charles Xavier (father), Erik Lehnsherr (father-figure)

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Personality: Hailey is a deep thinker, modest, rather picky, analytical, clumsy on occasion, and pretty supportive. However she has a pretty gentle demeanor, kind, very inpatient and soft spoken. She’s often very quiet compared to others, however she doesn’t need to say anything because her behavior and facial expressions say it all.

—Quirks

Fidgets with Objects: Hailey often plays with small metallic objects, like paperclips or coins, subconsciously bending and reshaping them when deep in thought or nervous.

Facial Expressions: She communicates a lot through her expressions, often making her thoughts and feelings known without saying a word.

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Powers: Magnetism. Or as Hailey likes to put it, “It’s like telekinesis but with metallic objects.”

In other words, she can push/pull metallic and magnetic material (ex: attracting a smartphone or repelling metallic robots).

Another instance is bending and manipulating magnetic materials (ex: bending a string of paperclips then reshaping them into tiny hearts or crushing a handful of computers into striking pieces).

Sensing Metal: Over time, she has developed the ability to sense the presence of metal in her surroundings, giving her an edge in unfamiliar environments.

—Personal Skills

Problem-Solving: Hailey's analytical skills make her a natural problem-solver, whether it's figuring out a complex situation or coming up with innovative uses for her powers.

Listening: Her supportive nature and ability to listen make her a trusted confidante among her peers, often helping others work through their issues.

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Appearance and Style

—Clothing Style

Casual Wear: Hailey prefers comfortable, practical clothing nothing too tight or fancy use to her sensitive skin. Think fitted jeans, simple graphic t-shirts, tank-tops and leather jackets. She often incorporates subtle accessories like a big hoop earring or bracelets.

Accessories: She wears a locket that belonged to her mother, made of golden marble, so she can always keep it close using her abilities. She has a handful of earrings and rings in a box, often changing up her appearance with multi-hoop earrings or multiple stylized rings.

—Distinctive Features

Tattoo: Hailey has a small, discreet tattoo of a lightings bolts.

Scars: She has a few minor scars from training and past missions, but none are particularly prominent.

Jewelry: She often wears a small sliver nose ring

—Signature Color Combination

Primary Color: Maroon.

Accent Color: Bronze/Brown.

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—Background and History 🖼️

Years ago, during a visit to California for a conference on genetic diversity, Charles Xavier met a woman named Kisa Wright. Kisa, an associate director for the media, was working at the conference, providing information, filming, and reporting back to the editor for the magazine she worked at. She lived in North Carolina but had flown to California a few months in advance to prepare for the conference. Kisa had tan skin, short brown hair, and a darling smile. Charles found her attractive, kind, and intelligent, often watching her work behind the camera.

During the conference, their eyes met several times, sparking a mutual interest. Once the conference ended, Charles invited Kisa for a cup of coffee. She accepted, and they talked for hours at a nearby coffee shop. Over the week, they continued meeting for lunch, their encounters feeling like dates. Charles flirted, and Kisa smiled at his compliments, though he kept some distance regarding his private life. Kisa respected his boundaries, understanding his busy life.

As the week concluded, they returned to their daily routines. A few weeks later, Kisa discovered she was pregnant. Not wanting to burden Charles, whom she assumed wouldn’t want children, she decided not to inform him. Despite attempting to write to him, the letters never reached Charles for various reasons. Nine months later, Kisa gave birth to Hailey Rose.

Hailey grew up in North Carolina, loving baseball, photography, and fashion. She often accompanied her mother to the studio, watching the behind-the-scenes action of filming, interviewing, and high-quality photography. Life was good until her mother’s career demanded more travel, leaving Hailey often staying at a friend’s house.

When Hailey was 16, tragedy struck. One afternoon, while at a friend’s house, police arrived with devastating news: there had been a bus crash, and multiple people were injured or killed, including Kisa Wright. Hailey, in shock and disbelief, struggled to accept the news, despite her friend’s mother’s comforting words. Just moments earlier, her mother had called, promising to see her soon. Now, she was gone.

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—Aftermath and Discovery 🔬

Grief and Struggle

Emotional Turmoil: Grief took over Hailey as she struggled with the loss of her mother. A part of her felt responsible, believing that her encouragement of her mother’s career might have led to the tragedy. Her mother’s career had inspired Hailey to consider becoming a photographer, but after such a shocking experience, she refused to entertain that idea for herself.

Coping Mechanisms: Hailey often cried herself to sleep and found solace in her mother's belongings, frequently wearing an old-fashioned jacket that had belonged to Kisa. These items provided a comforting connection to her lost mother.

Support System: Hailey’s friends’ family, being close family friends, took her in and supported her through this difficult time, knowing that Kisa would have appreciated their care for her daughter.

— Discovery of Powers 💎

One afternoon in mid-June, Hailey was visiting an old house near a lake, under the care of her mother’s best friend, Ophelia. The location was serene and a welcome escape from the city’s noise. Ophelia, noticing Hailey’s continued struggle with her emotions, suggested she take a moment to stand in the lake and confront her bottled-up feelings. Though hesitant, Hailey agreed.

Emotional Release: Hailey brought her pens, papers, a blanket, and other personal items to the lake. She removed her shoes and waded into the water until it reached her knees. There, she stood, speaking to herself, crying, and eventually letting out a deep breath before screaming at the top of her lungs. Her scream was filled with confusion, pain, anger, and frustration over the past few months.

Manifestation of Powers: As she screamed, her hands open and heart pounding, Hailey felt a sudden burst of energy and a strange sensation between her fingers. When she looked, she realized her necklace, which had been on the blanket behind her, was now in her palm.

To say the girl was shocked and scared would be an insult to her own words.

“What the..?” She mumbled under her breath.

She couldn’t understand how the necklace had moved to her hand without her touching it…

The next few days, Hailey stayed indoors, trying to forget what happened and not speak about it to her Aunt Ophelia in fear she might want her to experience or explore this newfound discovery. Hailey that she was seeing things, as she tried to stay calm and away from the lake, in confusion and frustration of could possibly have caused that.

She knew that the ocean was full of unknown objects and creatures, but she knew that wasn’t it. She thought she was seeing things. As calm as she tried to stay, it seemed like it wasn’t working, as small items next to her start to wiggle around a bit.

She thought she was going nuts when she pointed to her headset that lay on the couch, screaming for the headphones to stop shaking, but it only made it move even more as she flicked her hands, resulting in her headset to go flying backwards hitting the wall instead. To her relief, it didn’t break.

Ophelia heard the noise and went to check on her, as Hailey hurried to pick it up and quickly pulled herself together, telling her that her headphones accidentally fell. Ophelia just nodded and went back, to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes.

Hailey knew she needed to get out of the house, clear her thoughts and grab something to eat, as she grabbed the extra pair of keys and ran.

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Meanwhile at Xavier’s Institute, Cerebro picked up movement of a possible mutant wondering the streets of Upstate New York. Cerebo slowly turned to its analysis on this mutant’s behavior. Xavier assumed it to be Erik, as he knew the man was one to travel, as well as the only other mutant with whom can control metal without their knowledge. That he knows of, that is.

However Cerebo picked it up to be a young female, around 17 years old, who decided to make a run for her after discovering that something different was happening to them. Intrigued and concerned, Charles went Jean Gray to get meet the girl and possibly bring her to the mansion before she can cause any damage to herself or her surroundings.

Jean went and picked up on the girls location, finding her near an empty parking lot, sitting at the curbside picking at her nails listening to music, trying to figure out what to do next. But when Jean tried to carefully confront the girl, she just tried to ignore her and leave, as Jean did her best to avoid any wondering eyes trying to showcase that Hailey wasn’t alone.

Hailey refused to believe her, think Jean was just crazy and stumbled away from her, as Jean tried following her. Hailey found herself in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by objects such as trash, street signs, loose change on the ground and etc.

Jean was trying to ease Hailey and tell her that everything was gonna be alright, but Hailey was scared and uncertain about everything, shouting at Jean to leave her alone as the loose change such as coins went flying and hitting Jean Gray as she tried to block every single one of them.

She didn’t want to hurt anyone or cause an damage, she just wanted to make it stop and yes, Jean was doing everything in her best interest to help her calm down, she could tell that Hailey was impatient and terrified.

She accidentally pushed a coin straight at Jean Gray’s forehead, leaving a small brutal cut. Hailey hissed and winced at the sight, then puffed up her jacket running down the parking lot and into a corner, taking a breathe. However Jean caught up her and with one gentle sigh, she raised her hands in defense in a gesture to showcase she doesn’t want to fight her. Hailey’s hands balled into a tight flaring fist, looking at Jean and took another breath, deciding to give her a chance to hear the women out.

Soon enough, after a few moments, Hailey nodded at the redhead and decided to reluctantly follow her to the school.

There at the school, she was met with plenty of questions and different faces who past her. She saw teens and young adults using their abilities, some were blue, some had crawls and the list went on. Kids running around and others chatting with each other, meanwhile Hailey noticed there were a couple of teens were left to their own devices sitting alone doing an activity.

Jean guided her to entered a room that held a brunette with light eyes sitting down at his desk dressed in a causal suit, while speaking to a young brunette teenager who was wearing a set of deep red sunglasses to cover his eyes. The one with sunglasses stood up from the couch and gave her a kind smile, greeting her, calling himself Scott Summers. The man at the desk wasn’t far behind, genuinely curious and kindly welcomed Hailey, as he said his name was Professor Xavier.

They explained to her about mutants and how they are all different yet unique, that it’s hard however the powers they hold aren’t curses but gifts. Professor Xavier could tell that she was a little shy and trying to take it all in, however he gently encouraged her to try to showcase what she can do.

Hailey hated the several eyes on her, as she requested some space and just have one person in the room. In result, Jean and Scott left, leaving her and Charles to their own devices. Charles slowly turned around to give her his full attention to show him what she believed she can do. Hailey then looked around his desk and reached out her hand to move the small set of paper clips around a bit then pauses.

“Impressive, dear..” Charles said with a soft smile.

She shrugged, “It’s nothing, Professor…it’s uh, been a lot..”

“Ah, I understand. Our machines here picked up on the day your powers first began and sense how anxious you were. And that’s perfectly normal, because it’s a lot to handle. But I promise you, you will get a hang of it.”

“Thank you.”

“Cerebo picked up on what I assumed is your first name, but it didn’t get your full attention..may I asked, what is your name?”

Hailey told him her full name, and who she thought she was. Professor just smiled and nodded, trying to get a sense of the girl, especially due to her last name sounding oddly familiar to him.

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—Truths to be found 🗝️

Time went on, Hailey Rose Wright started to live at the mansion with other students, such as Kitty Pride, Rogue, Evan Daniels and others. She was even being treated well and taught to not be ashamed on her newfound skills. When she wasn’t going to classes and training, which often led to her and the others kids teasing Logan and Storm during lunchtime, she was hanging outside on the basketball court.

A few weeks later, a tall man named Erik Lehnsherr arrived at the school, greeting Raven and other students out front before entering the building. He was walking around, wearing a black turtleneck and dress pants, holding a pair of sunglasses. Hailey was sitting next to one of her friends, Ethan, on the stairs writing with her notebook as she noticed the man make an b-line.

“Who’s that?” She asked, gesturing to the man.

Ethan looked up from his notebook and shrugged, “My dad..don’t mind him.”

“The fu-“

“Long story.”

Charles and Erik were in the office, catching up on things, laughing at each other’s jokes, making suggestions to the staff members…among other things of course. When it came to the students, Charles was hesitant about talking about his latest student but Erik was able to sniff it out of him, having hear from Raven about a new student who shared a similar skill set to him. Charles eventually let it rip, telling him about he believes that Hailey Rose in his daughter, because he recalls meeting her mother once during a conference years back.

Erik almost chocked on his drink at the moment and scoffed, trying to hold back a little smirk. Charles didn’t seemed pleased with his response and Erik grunted, telling his oldest friend to take a moment to reflect and tell this young girl that he’s her father. Erik knows from experience how it is not to tell someone your their parents and how difficult parenting can be, but still he tries.

Two days later, Charles requested for Hailey to meet him in his office, for an important conversation. The brunette thought she was in deep trouble, ready to blame it on Bobby if things went south, as she wondered what was so important. But to her surprise, Charles led the conversation with nothing about school or her powers, but onto who she is. He asked if either of her parents are mutants, because the x-gene sometimes gets past on mainly from the father, as Hailey shook her head.

From what she knows, her mother and father were young, as it was a very short relationship that barely lasted a month. And her mother, Kisa, tried to make contact with her father once or twice by sending letters but they never arrived to her father. Charles nodded, surprised himself about everything he was supposedly hearing as he tried his best to explain things. Hailey questioned whether it was important to know this information, as Charles slowly ripped off the bandage and told her what he assumed was the truth.

That he was her father.

Hailey was in shock and disbelief, listening to Charle’s side of the story. He explained how he met her mother, how he cared for her and how brief their relationship was. He didn’t even know that he had a child in the first place and if he did, he would’ve went searching for her. Hell, Charles even told her how he never received any letters from her mother, assuming they got lost in the mail or something. He apologized for not telling her sooner but he would like to get to know her.

The two had a long conversation in that office regarding the situation at hand.

Hailey was skeptical, confused and vastly concerned about the new information given to her. She had no clue who her father was growing up and often asked her mother, as her mother would always say he was a kind teacher and very intelligent, but he was also a charmer who dazzled him that day. But her mother never said anything about who exactly he was.

Somehow a part of Hailey was pleased with the fact that what her mother said was true, and even though it hurt that they both found out now, she was oddly at ease. She got lucky that her father was an understanding individual, who tough a school for children like her and not some mutant-hating-asshole!

It took an awful long time for Hailey to get used to but due to Charles openness, patience and understanding, the two of them too it slow. And if Xavier had to be honest, he was pretty excited about having a chance to be a father to such a kind young girl.

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—A Family Of Mutants 💿

Over time, Hailey and Ethan became closer as friends, treating one another almost like siblings. The two were rather loner kids when they started out, rather hanging out by themselves and practicing their skills together. As neither one of them truly wanted to be there at first. Often times, you would find the two friends sitting by the courtyard chatting or binge watching Pixar movies together.

Logan would sometimes find the two sneaking off late nights to the kitchen for a midnight snack or to sit on the porch watching the stars. The two eventually did start interacting with other students such as Petra Summers, Rogue, Kitty Pride, Boom-Boom and the others.

However they often get roped into trouble, like when Bobby, Meira, Cole and Jubilee decided to steal The X-Van for a drive as Hailey and Ethan had to stop them.

It was not fun! Thankfully Kurt was able to lend a helping hand and get everyone to safety.

Even if it was wild, they were a family of friends!

Speaking of families, one afternoon Hailey got home from shopping with Amara and the others when she spotted Charles and Erik sat on the couch alone chatting. She knew her father and Erik were old friends, some may even associate themselves as old flames, especially with Erik staying over a lot more often because of help with the students. But this was actually charming to see. She ushered the group to quietly across the living room, having to hush Kurt and Tabitha’s giggles to do, making their way to the kitchen.

Weeks went on, as she noticed the two got closer every visit. Ethan and her found it oddly enough satisfying to see their parents rekindle their old relationship. Because that meant they would be spending more time together and less time telling the students to go study.

The two friends made a silent promise to act like nothing happened and everything was right in the world every single time their parents hung out together. Other days it was obvious Charles and Erik were pleased to see one another and some days it seemed that they were hiding it very well. But everyone knew if their Professor

“Good morning, my darlings.” Charles said, rolled in one morning into the kitchen to get himself some coffee and smiled.

Hailey sat next to Amara sharing slices of bacon and replied, “Hey, what’s on the agenda for today?”

Bobby exclaimed, “Please no training with Scott! Logan at least makes us play outside!”

Kurt joked, “My tail is itching to go play in the pool later!”

“You just want to be around Tabitha again…” Ethan muttered biting into his toast.

Charles smiled and hushed their voices, “Now, now, children. I know we all plan on different activities for today and we will get to do the. But first Mr. Lehnsherr is coming over to have a language lesson for you all to practice.”

“Why do we need to learn another—ow!” Bobby exclaimed but was cut off by Ethan who elbowed him in the chest.

“You will all need learn to pick up another language besides English, because you never know where your next assignment would take you.” Charles explained smiling before rolling away, “Enjoy your breakfast!”

Some of the students all shared a few giggles and looks watching the professor roll away to his office. It was gonna be a great day!

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♡ CATCHING SIRENS

♡ summary. An interrupted mission leads to the Avengers having a lovely chat with the infamous Siren.

wc. 5.2k | warnings. Swearing, Violence, Blood, Minor Character Death

a/n. This took me so long to write, I apologise for the wait! But I finally got around to finishing this. Enjoy 🩷

song. Strangers - Portishead

series masterlist. | original characters. | timeline. | previous chapter.

The Avengers, all talking amongst themselves and preparing for their oncoming mission, are gathered in the cabin of the Quinjet. After being informed by Nick Fury of another mission, they all suited up to head for Canada. Something about some "super secret" facility that popped up on SHIELD's radar. Natasha wasn't really listening- too busy thinking of the woman whose eyes were seared into her memory.

The Siren.

She swore the name was familiar. And that face. Those eyes.

Safe to say, Natasha's annoyed. She's supposed to be an excellent assassin (and she is!) but getting distracted by some woman is not good for her brand. She has to focus. On taking down this facility. And-

'Ah shit!' Natasha thinks, snapping out of her daydream as she notices Steve standing up- likely giving the rundown for the mission. Her thoughts fade into the background of her mind as she focuses on the Captain's words.

"-need one team to be a distraction whilst the other team breaks into the facility to retrieve the information. Tony, Thor, Barton- you're on distraction duty. Natasha and I will break in. Bruce, you stay back here in case we need a Code Green. Understood?" Steve's voice drones on, giving out instructions as they all stand up. The jet lands and Natasha finally observes their surroundings.

Colossal, white-capped mountains tower above them, forming the valley in which they landed. They stab into the sky, passing through the clouds. The valley is wide; with a vast pine forest hugging the mountains on one side. And on the other- below where they had parked- is a small black building. The facility.

The jet's ramp lowers and the first team exits. Tony flies ahead, yells something unintelligible through the comms, and then starts firing at the building alongside Clint and Thor. That's when Steve starts running out and Natasha follows along on his tail.

They divert around to circle the edge of the bottom of the mountains- strategically missing the battle that starts to occur as seemingly hundreds of agents swarm out of the tiny building. The two reach it, swiftly killing off anyone they couldn't sneak around, and enter the metal double doors.

The sounds of battle fade as the doors shut behind them and they're met with a dark corridor, dim lights flickering eerily.

"What is this place?" Natasha mutters, grasping her batons in preparation as her and Steve glance around the empty room.

"Not sure. But I'm going to guess that what we need is down those stairs." The man replies and continues to walk forward, with the redhead following him closely. As they reach the bottom of the stairs and push open the double doors, red lights flash in their vision.

"They must have sounded an alarm. But we can't be sure that all of the agents are on the surface so stay alert." The blonde says, practically marching forward until they find a door labeled with what they're looking for. An office.

When Natasha reaches for the door handle, expecting it to be locked, and it easily opens, they're both surprised. And when she swings open the door only to see a woman's figure hunched over a computer with a phone in her hand, they're more than surprised. And now- this is where it gets funny. Because when the woman turns around Natasha immediately recognises her. Besides, she could never forget those eyes.

"Oh- uhm, Cyber? Yeah, I'm gonna have to call you back..."

—

[ SIX AND A HALF HOURS AGO ]

Scarlett rushes around her house gathering things for her mission- which she promptly chucks into a duffle bag. She had woken up late, therefore giving her less than an hour to pack up and get ready. And now, she's very stressed. Muttering and grumbling complaints under her breath as she grabs some weapons from her closet.

"-stupid.., should've set an alarm..., the one time i don't have a nightmare.., ugh!"

Coincidentally, as soon as she zips up her bag and chucks it over her shoulder, her phone rings. Scarlett pulls the offending item from her pocket and tucks it between her ear and shoulder as she leaves her house and locks the door behind her.

"Hey, Scar. You heading to the airport?"

The ravenette crosses soft grass that gradually turns into sand as she heads along the beach that she lives on. She makes the repetitive journey of trudging up some steep stone stairs to the garage she keeps her car in.

"Hi, Al. Yup, just left my house. You send me the ticket info yet?"

Scarlett clicks a button on her keys that opens the garage door. She smiles as her beautiful cherry red convertible is revealed, and she pulls out her car keys to unlock it. She gets in, turns on the car, and connects her phone to the bluetooth to hear Alice easier.

"Uhh, just done it. If everything goes to plan, you should be able to get through security easy peasy. And- well... let's hope they don't search your bag."

The woman rolls her eyes as she starts driving away from the beach, pulling onto the highway and heading for the airport with the directions she set on the GPS.

"I thought you and Aim's had a plan for that. Now we're just relying on hope?" She teases.

"Don't you worry, sweets. I know a guy."

Scarlett laughs as she turns into the airport car park.

—

[ FIVE HOURS LATER ]

After breezing through the airport security- with, thankfully, no suspicion or slip ups- and a grueling 5 hour flight sat next to an awfully chatty couple, Scarlett was delighted to have landed in West Canada. She quickly passed through security again, grabbed her duffle bag, and found the truck that Alice had previously stashed away. Then after an hour drive up to the Canadian Rockies, she finally found the location of the facility she's meant to infiltrate. She ditched the truck as close as she could get to it and then stripped off her outer clothes to leave her in her suit (that Alice had alternated to become more thermal in preparation for the cold climate.) She stuffed her clothes into her bag and then set off down the mountains.

Using her white suit to camouflage her, she slipped down to where a group of agents were patrolling the area. The Siren hid behind a tree until a lone agent passed by her- to which she wrapped a hand around their throat and pulled them behind the tree with her. She moved her other hand onto their face and ripped off their mask before she quickly slapped a hand over their mouth- and successfully muffled their screams. The hand that was previously around their throat moved to the sheath at her thigh as she pulled her dagger out and slit their throat. They died quickly, and she wasted no time in stripping them of their agent suit.

Wordless and silent, The Siren started to walk towards the double doors of the building. She blended in seamlessly with the other agents and managed to draw no suspicion. She entered through the doors and was met with a deep staircase, in which she wasted no time marching down them. After a minute or so, she was met with another set of double doors which she pushed open and was met with a long white corridor. The modern look of the underground part was a stark difference to the dilapidated, abandoned look above.

She nodded to another guard as she stopped in front of an office door. She grabbed a card from a pocket of the suit she was wearing and tapped it against the scanner by the door. It flashed green and then opened.

After she stepped in and closed the door behind her, she stripped off the agent's clothes to leave her in her own white suit. She placed her duffle bag on a desk next to a computer and fished her phone from it- then promptly called Alice.

The blonde woman talked her through instructions- telling her to plug in the USB drive specifically bought for this mission- and then was able to take control of the computer. Suddenly, when Scarlett started to fiddle with her guns out of boredom, an alarm rang out and the lights started flashing red. The Siren paused, raising her weapons, before Alice spoke;

"It seems like The Avengers have just turned up. How fun! Well.., not for the enemy."

Scarlett groaned and just decided to ignore the problem and turn back to playing with her pistols. Hundreds of footsteps thudded outside the door as the agents swarmed the facility. She could hear the sound of Iron Man's repulsor's firing and guns then firing in return. A few minutes later and she heard a pair of footsteps; figuring them to be more agents, she turned back to the computer and watched Alice work.

A click! sounded through the room as the door behind her opened.

And that brings you to the present. Scarlett- hunched over a computer as Alice downloads information to the drive. The office door- wide open to display two Avengers staring at her with weapons raised. Scarlett, having heard the door open and now sensing people watching her, whips around with her phone in hand. She gapes, staring at the familiar faces of Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers, and brings the phone up to her ear.

"Oh- uhm, Cyber? Yeah, I'm gonna have to call you back..." She says, not hearing the response before hanging up the phone and chucking it blindly into the duffle bag behind her.

—

Natasha watches as the woman- Siren- digs her hands into her suit's pockets with a mischievous smirk. She then speaks, noticing the astonished looks on the Avenger's faces.

"Hey there," the Siren takes a hand out of her pocket and lazily waves at them before continuing to speak, "Captain America, Black Widow... nice to meet you. I'm sure you already know who I am."

"You're the Siren. Right?" Steve questions, although he already knows the answer, and she nods in return with that same hand held out towards them. The blonde man steps into the office to take the hand in a firm shake.

"Why are you here?" Natasha finally finds her voice, lowers her weapons, and steps towards the other woman. She looks around the small room, noting the computer in the background close to finishing some download, and a black duffle bag opened next to it on the same desk.

"Ah, Natasha. Probably for the same reason as you." The redhead hears hints of an accent- maybe Spanish?- in the Siren's drawled tone. She opens her mouth to reply but not before a beep sounds from the computer and the woman whips around to unplug a USB, she places it securely in her duffle bag and then zips it up.

"You know, I would stick around. But I have a mission to complete so," the ravenette woman grabs her bag and moves to push past them, "excuse me-"

For some unknown reason, Natasha reaches out and seizes the woman's wrist. She turns her head back towards her with a growl and yanks her wrist back. The redhead stumbles forward before correcting herself and moving to follow after as the other walks away. Steve follows behind them both, looking awfully confused.

"You need to come with us. We have questions."

The three reach the double doors at the end of the white hallway and move up the stairs back into the dark room up top. The Siren laughs, the soft sound echoing around them, and then deadpans, "Yeah, that's not gonna work for me. I told you already- I need to complete this mission. And if you get in my way..," she trails off and turns around to look at them as they reach the top of the concrete staircase, a sudden dangerous expression on her face, "there will be consequences."

—

Scarlett turns around with a smirk and pulls her pistols out of the belt on her white suit. The golden details shine in the sun when the three push out of the main entrance and into the snowy battlefield in front of the facility. Natasha and Steve immediately rush to help their teammates as Scarlett starts to sneak away, back to where she left her truck.

Before the woman could even walk two steps, she gets ambushed by a small group of agents that managed to miss the wrath of the Avengers. Unlucky for them, they now get to experience the wrath of the Siren. A cunning smirks as they surround her with raised weapons and mentally counts how many there are; 'Seven- easy enough,' she thinks.

"Lower your weapons and surrender!" An agent commands.

Scarlett looks down at her pistols, inspecting them calmly, before looking back up and playfully questions, "Oh, these?"

"Yes, lower them- now!" A different agent yells, gloved hand flinching towards the trigger of their gun- with all the others following in suit. She can hear the infamous sound of Iron Man's suit whirring in the distance, and she vaguely thinks of how she's going to get out of this situation without being coerced by the Avengers, before dropping her duffle bag and lunging towards the nearest agent.

She focuses only on them as the other agents start shooting at her, and she sends a precise bullet straight into the head of her victim; it cracks through the material of their helmet to plunge into their head as they collapse. Her momentum sends her flying to the ground but she holds out a hand, tucking the pistol under her palm, to send her instead into a cartwheel. She lands and spins around with both of her guns raised and sends two shots into two agents- who then collapse to the snowy ground as well, red starting to stain the white landscape.

'Three down,' She thinks, jumping towards another victim and wrapping her legs around their neck, 'Three to go.' She flips them both backwards onto the snow and shoots at one of the other assailants, before tapping one of her guns onto the helmet of the one she's on top of and pulling the trigger with a loud BANG!

– She sheathed her dagger and raised her pistols, shooting four times at two men- each bullet made their mark in the hearts of her assailants. 'Three down, three to go.' She thought as she dropped the previous man and pounced at the others. –

Unfortunately for Scarlett, the last agent manages to get a stray hit on her; bullet piercing the side of her stomach and blood starting to stain her once-pale suit.

"Motherfucker!" echoes throughout the alley as she drops her guns to unsheathe her dagger and send it sailing straight for the neck of her opponent. It hits its mark- penetrating the small sliver of skin she saw between their helmet and bulky black suit. They choke; blood sputtering, throat gurgling and gagging- before falling silent as they finally die.

Indifferent to the gore and slightly peeved from her injury, the ravenette retrieves her bag and all three of her weapons to place them back into their usual spots on her suit. But a shrill whistle rings out as she starts back on her original journey towards her abandoned truck.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going, Carmen Sandiego?"

Scar stops in her tracks and looks up at the floating figure of Tony Stark; with his suit on and face plate retracted. "Home?" She confusedly replies, hands on hips and head raised.

"And where would that be?" The billionaire asks, landing on the ground in front of her and ignoring the continuing battle around them.

The woman chuckles and waves a hand absentmindedly in the air. "Oh- here, there, everywhere." She teases, not entirely lying. Even with the blood steadily pouring out of her side, and the lightheadedness she could feel start to creep up on her, she was determined to complete this mission and get back to her home in the states.

Oh how she wishes she was back on the warm sand of the beach; feeling the cool waves wash over her feet and stray seaweed wrap around her toes. Or laying in the hot sun surrounded by the foliage encompassing her house. Not bleeding out in the freezing Canadian wilderness with the 'Worlds Mightiest Heroes', in the most droning and annoying fight of her life.

"Are you always so cryptic?"

"It's part of the job description." Scarlett retorts as she puts more pressure on her wound and starts to walk away from the superhero, only for him to grab onto her upper arm- metal suit chilling her skin even through the thermal layers. She rolls her eyes and turns back to face him when he speaks up.

"Nuh uh, Miss Siren. You'll be coming with us. We've got some questions for you."

An annoyed growl leaves her throat and she yanks her arm away from the suited man. She stumbles for a second before finding her balance.

"Look, Stark. I'd be happy to answer any questions you all have- but after my mission. This is important and you need to get out of my way." She threatens, about to reach for her dual guns but not before an agent comes out of nowhere and fires a shot into her shoulder.

It's a clean shot all the way through her, yet the added injury and loss of more blood causes the woman to hit the snowy floor with a sharp gasp. Her hand flies up to the wound to try and stop the bleeding but black spots dance in her vision. She hears the agent be taken out and footsteps rush to her, soft hands grabbing and flipping her over. She sees a blurring figure kneeled next to her- red hair, black body,- and can vaguely see the rest of the Avenger's gather around her as the firefight dies out and she falls unconscious.

—

It's the next morning when Scarlett wakes up. Her bleary, sleep-ridden eyes take notice of the sunlight shining through tall windows and painting the unfamiliar room in golden rays. She's laying in a white bed (which is incredibly comfortable) in an otherwise pretty empty room. There's a white nightstand next to the bed, a tall wardrobe and a lamp in the same colour standing against the wall next to the door. On the other side of the room are the windows- floor length and expanding from one side wall all the way to the other. The room overlooks a city, tall skyscrapers covered with reflective glass fill the skyline. It's beautiful.

She sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed, bare feet meeting soft nylon carpet. Her clothes are different, body covered by soft black pajamas, and two small piles sit on the floor next to her. One is her suit- previously red stained fabric now washed and stitched up with her shoes on top. On the second pile she sees denim jeans and a plain black short-sleeve shirt. 'So,' she thinks, 'whoever took me was kind enough to give me clothes.'

And then she remembers. The mission, the facility, running into the Avengers and getting shot, then passing out. She realises she then must be in Avengers tower. And, coincidentally, that's when a knock sounds from the door of her room.

"Come in." Scarlett hesitantly vocalizes, throat scratchy. The door opens to reveal a woman- red hair, green eyes, and a black outfit. A gentle smile on her face as she nudges the bedroom door open wider with her feet, hands preoccupied with a tray of food. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow.

"Glad to see you're awake. I have some food for you, I recommend you eat it. You experienced quite a bit of blood loss last night... it's a good thing we got you to the Tower when we did."

The woman softly speaks- uncharacteristic for someone Scarlett thought to be a deadly, ruthless assassin- and sets the tray on the bedside table. She shoves her hands in her pockets and tilts her head towards the clothes on the floor, "I hope they fit. Your suit seems uncomfortable so I assumed you'd like some normal clothes. And don't worry, I dressed you last night and didn't see much."

A twitch of a smile appears on Scarlett's face, "Thank you, Miss Romanoff."

"Oh, please. Call me Natasha." The redhead smirks, "And I can call you...?" She trails off her questioning tone to eye the other woman pointedly.

"You know, Natasha, not many people are worthy of knowing my name. Why should I tell you?" Scarlett teases, running a hand through her messy black hair.

"I saved you, didn't I? That feels worthy enough."

"True," the ravenette stands from the bed, feeling her forgotten injuries stretch and sting, "but I'll tell you soon enough."

"Alright. I'll leave you to eat and get dressed then. Your door will be locked though so I'll come back soon. Try not to reopen your wounds." Natasha says as she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her with a click.

—

After eating a frankly lovely meal and stripping off the pajamas to dress herself in the outfit Natasha left for her, a knock sounded. again and the door opened. This time, instead of a redhead, a brunette man appeared on the other side. Scarlett recognised him as Clint Barton- aka Hawkeye. He came to retrieve her, said something about her meeting the head of SHIELD, and led her down a long hallway to an elevator. The elevator opened to an identical hallway and eventually they reached a room labeled Interrogation.

Scarlett was directed to sit in one of the seats and then the man left. Unbeknownst to her, every single Avengers member stood behind the two-way mirror, inspecting her closely.

And now, as the door opens to reveal none other than Director Nicholas J Fury, a knowing smirk makes its way onto her face. She watches as he sits down in the chair opposite and crosses his arms. She ignores his introduction, already knowing much about him, and rolls her eyes.

"-irector of SHIELD, Strategic Homeland Inter-"

"I know who you are." She cuts in, boredly looking around the small dark room. He raises his eyebrows but otherwise brushes off her interruption.

"And yet, I don't have the pleasure of knowing you. Unless you count the crimes I've seen you commit."

The woman chuckles condescendingly, "I have committed a lot of crimes. But I truly doubt you know about all of them. Which means you must be talking about my run ins with those weapons dealers- and if you count me taking out criminals as a crime then I think you're the one that should be questioned, Director."

Fury scoffs, ignoring her jab. "Who are you, and who do you work for?"

"Straight to the point I see." Scarlett leans back in the chair, crossing her arms and looking around as if she's uninterested in the current conversation. "I'm the Siren. And I work for no one."

"What is your real name?"

"Scarlett." Said woman answers, meeting the man in direct eye contact, "And I'm afraid my last name is classified."

Nick Fury smiles, fake or not she cannot tell, "Well... Scarlett, what were you doing at the facility yesterday?"

"I was on a mission. Again, classified." She informs, absentmindedly tracing the stitches on her stomach.

The Director asks a few more questions, but getting no actual answer from the woman causes him to end the interrogation session early. She's left on her own for only a few seconds before a familiar redhead opens the door. Scarlett stands up and follows her out of the room to where they stop momentarily in the hallway.

"Are you hungry? Would you like to join me for lunch?" Natasha has a small smile on her face and she looks relaxed, hands in her pockets while leaning back against a wall.

Scarlett tilts her head and masks her confusion with a smirk, "Why are you being so nice to me? Am I not your prisoner?"

"Hm, maybe. But that doesn't mean I have to be a bitch to you, right?" Nat mimics the tilt of her head and pushes off the room to venture towards the common room, gesturing for the other girl to follow.

"Sure. And I'd enjoy lunch."

The two women enter the thankfully empty, common room and Natasha makes some sandwiches. They eat together and talk briefly, deciding to hang out together for the rest of the day.

"Would you want to train with me?" Nat randomly speaks from where they lounge together on a couch. It was long past lunchtime now, sun starting to set behind the tall buildings of the city. A movie displayed on the massive TV, some random romcom playing that the girls barely paid attention to.

"Could be fun. Do you have anywhere to train, though?" Scarlett questions, standing up from her seat and stretching. Her wounds are healing quickly- whatever technology and medical equipment the Avengers have seems to be better than anything she'd used before.

"Have you forgotten where you are?" Natasha teases as she stands and starts walking towards the main elevator, "We have an entire floor just dedicated to training. Shooting range and all."

The ravenette follows, muttering under her breath that she'd have to come back here eventually, and leans against a wall of the elevator. Nat presses a few buttons and then they start to move. It's only seconds later when the doors slide open, revealing a large black room. Punching bags line up along one side with gym equipment nearby, the other side splits off into another room- likely the shooting range Natasha was talking about. Right in the middle of the training room is a big boxing ring, currently empty though a few people are scattered around the room; namely, Clint Barton and Steve Rogers, who look towards the women as they enter.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you." Scarlett teases, slipping into the ring alongside her opponent as the two men move to stand nearby.

"Good," The redhead gets into position on one side of the ring, watching the ravenette copy her, "You boys enjoy the show." Natasha smirks as she tilts her head towards their spectators- who are now sitting next to each other on a nearby bench. They chuckle, making bets between each other.

"Natasha is definitely going to win!" Clint declares and Steve shakes his head in dispute.

"Have you seen the Siren in action? My bet's on Scarlett."

The women ignore them, and Natasha throws the first punch. Scarlett ducks underneath the fist, throwing her own into her opponent's stomach. The redhead grunts, stumbling back but quickly pounces back towards her with her infamous move- swinging herself around the other woman and chucking her onto the ground. Scarlett quickly retaliates, springing up off the ground and kicking both of her legs into Nat to send her flying back into the side of the ring. Scar lands on her feet and quickly rushes over to the woman, jumping into the air and twirling so she lands on the redheads shoulders, pushing all of her weight down so she falls face first onto the soft mat of the boxing ring floor. She secures both of her victim's hands above her head, pinning them down with just one of hers as her other hand roughly holds her head down onto the mat.

Natasha groans, tries freeing herself, before giving up. "I forfeit-"

Immediately, Scarlett stands up. She lends a hand to the other woman and helps her up before ducking out of the ring. She chuckles when she sees Clint Barton hand some money to Steve Rogers with a shocked look on his face. She also notices the sky had turned dark, so she announces that she's going back to the bedroom she woke up in.

"Want me to take you there?"

She nods, saying a brief goodbye to the men before following Natasha back into the elevator. And when they reach the familiar hallway, the ravenette remembers something.

"Where did you guys put my bag?" She questions, following after the other woman.

"Hm, it's in the common room. Everything should still be in there, weapons included." Natasha thinks nothing of the question as she answers truthfully. She just so happens to miss the sly smirk that appears on the other woman's face- who nods with an appreciative hum. They reach the bedroom and part ways with genuine smiles and hope they could have a rematch soon. The door locks, as usual.

—

Night time creeps upon the city, moon beaming silvery rays into the bedroom Scarlett resides. It's reminiscent of the earlier morning, though this time she relaxes- an uncommon commodity for someone in her career. Usually, nightmares plague her sleep and thoughts. But for once, her mind is quiet.

Well- at least it was. Until, out of nowhere, an ear-splitting alarm pierces the tranquil room. Scarlett bolts up, hand instinctively reaching under her pillow for the usual gun just to remember she's weaponless. A click! sounds from the door and the woman turns to it curiously. She moves towards it and opens it just to see the once-white hallway now flashing with red lights. The Avengers- who had all retreated to their rooms for the night- now exiting their rooms in hurried steps. One of them see's the Siren and calls out curses, trying to reach for her in the unsuspected chaos. But before they could, she runs. Down the hallway, slipping past the hands of her captors, and hesitates by the elevator before deciding to instead find stairs. Of which she locates at the end of the hallway, and rushes down towards the common room- with the Avengers on her tail.

She pushes through doors into the common room, footsteps thud-thud-thudding! behind her. And as soon as she pinpoints her duffle bag, zipped open with all of her belongings in their rightful place (including her white suit which she thinks one of the Avengers must have placed there whilst she was training), she slings it over her shoulder and shoves open the glass doors to the outside area and helipad.

Where once a Quinjet would be, is now a black helicopter with two familiar faces inside. Alice and Aimée. Scarlett laughs, the sound echoing over the whirl of blades. Oh how happy she is that the Quinjet had to be taken for repairs.

She jogs up to the vehicle, chucks her bag onto the floor and grabs the outstretched hand belonging to Alice; who helps her up. The doors fly open and the Avengers exit, shock and disgruntlement on each of their faces. They all stand around, in pajamas might I add, knowing there's nothing they can do. Knowing that they had been fooled by the Siren.

And then, just to rub it in their faces, said woman turns around to face them. She holds one hand on the jet to steady herself, the other reaching up to her mouth. And she locks eyes with the Black Widow as she yells over the sound of the helicopter blades, blowing a kiss towards the Avengers with a dangerous smirk on her face.

"¡Hasta la próxima!"

(Until next time!)

next

[askstevella]

📀 Hours Before The Storm — MCU Rp AU

Setting: Age Of Ultron

Characters: OG Avengers, Stella Strange (OC) , Liane Felton (OC), Cassandra Ashfield (OC) etc

Ships: Stevella, BlackHill and BrightBlaze (yes I gave Liane x Ethan another ship name 😌)

—

Days past since the battle with finding Loki’s staff, among other things. Coming in contact with Wanda and Pietro was one of those things. The team decided to celebrate, have some fun. But there was Stella, still dressed in a lab coat, holding a iPad and looking over Clint’s scans as the man was healing up.

As Dr. Cho and Bruce put it, Clint’s body was creating tissue without realizing.

Never mind once minded parties, hell she loved them. But after the encounter a few days ago prior with Loki, and then the one with Wanda and Pietro? Not just that, seeing teammates bruised and hit pretty hard…it wasn’t odd for her to want and stay monitoring the match instead.

Maybe it was an old habit she picked up from her years in the medical field. Who knows?

“You do know that tablet isn’t gonna suddenly spout legs and disappear into the walls, right?” Said a voice that belongs to her boyfriend fiancé.

She turned around to see Steve Rogers standing there, leaning against the doorway, and replied, “You do know that Clint was hurt less than a few days ago, right?”

He chuckled and pushed himself off the wall, walking over to her as he nods, “How could I forget, I was there. But honey, he’s healing. He’s okay…the question is, are you?”

She shrugged in response and let out a shutter breath, “I guess..I just wish that the team would be more transparent and careful out there..I can heal up wounds on the fly, or blast away an incoming opponent. But the real injuries, those take time to heal and recover from…I should know…I wish we were safer..that the world would be safer..”

That’s when Steve sighed, placing his hand on his fiancé shoulders. If one thing Steve learned over the years is how layered and flexible Stella can be when it comes to her emotions. One minute she is all shits and giggles, being chaotic or dramatic. One minute she is being stern, emotional and frustrated. But moments like this, he could see the light and care behind her eyes.

Stella hides that behind a smile and a joke, however when you catch these moments, you can see how deeply she feels about the team. She hates seeing them upset or even in pain, wanting to cast a protection spell if possible. But she knew that wasn’t the way.

After a moment he speaks, “I think you are looking too closely into this topic tonight. I understand where your concern came from and I feel the same way, but we just have to be more careful next time. Have each other’s backs.”

“I just hope that want all of us to catch a break soon. I don’t want the next time one of us are out there to be our last…” Stella responded, implying something deeper.

He understood what it meant and simply nodding, pulling her into a light embrace as she wrapped her arms around his waist, sighing deeply. As always, the team will do better, and do it together.

For now? Party time!

—

The next time Steve saw his fiancé, she was descending down the stairs in a purple dress with her up laid on her shoulder. She never looked prettier. Hell, he might steal her away from the guests tonight to have a moment alone.

When it came to parties, Stella was always one for drinks and dancing, dragging others to the dance floor. Who can blame her? But ever since the accident years earlier that was a post-party event, where she was dressed in the finest outfit she owned turned into a fatal mistake causing her skin to be torn, a few broken bones, and bleeding from her arms.

Her body never fully recovered after the attack. She never felt as pretty and as dazzling in her surroundings again.

But tonight was her only chance to drop her shoulders, throw on a dress, and no need to worry about her losses. Yeah, sure, her skin was not as smooth or even clear from damage over the years—but she felt alright.

It also helped that her soon-to-be husband and her friends, supported her all the way. So far she felt absolutely loved and appreciated, even beautiful in her own right.

She found herself at the bar chatting with Maria Hill, Tony, Rhodey and Thor downing her drink. Rhodey was telling a War Machine story but it was kinda lame the way he said it, but they all looked at him in amusement.

“So no Pepper? Where’s Nat?” Rhodey asked.

Maria blushed next to Stella and answered, “Uhh, Nat is around here somewhere I think..”

Stella whispered in her ear as she teased, “You’re buttons are a little undone.”

“Shhh!”

“Heheh!”

Stella smirked, “Where about the ladies, gentlemen?”

“Uh, Potts got a company to run. She got busy.” Tony answered sipping his drink as Thor told them how Jane is about to win a prize soon.

It resulted in a ‘My girlfriend is better than your girlfriend’ match. Rhodey, Maria and Stella shared knowing looks.

“Yeah, yeah, they must be busy. Cause they hate seeing you guys getting together.” Maria teased before faking a cough, “Testosterone!”

Rhodey and Stella snickered walking away together with the top agent, leaving Thor to add, “Jane’s better.”

“Hell yeah she is!” Screamed Melissa was across the room, randomly.

Stella found bouncing back over to the bar, grabbing herself some peanuts and dried cherries that they were serving. For whatever reason, she had a hard want for that specific snack tonight.

She chatted with Liane at the time, when she did. Stella noted how the blonde was trying to mandate her drinking for tonight, with a mix of snacks and drinks.

Or as Liane put it, “I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Ethan!”

“Relax! If he hasn’t run away yet, then he won’t start now.” Stella replied munching on some strawberries that Liane handed her.

“Ugh! I know that, but I want to build a life together with him someday and with all the shit going on? I want to make myself as happy and healthy as possible…I want what you and Cap have.”

That’s when Stella smirked, “Say that again.”

“Oh shut up.” Liane replied teasingly.

She was downing a small handful when somebody came behind her, noting it was a brunette man with tattoos, tone arms, and wearing black pants to match his red button down. He held a glass of scotch in his hand.

“Hello ladies.” He greeted them with a smoking grin. “Ryan Bass.”

Stella and Liane greeted him in response in kind manner.

“Would you ladies like to come with me and take a ride over to the dance floor?” He asked them.

Liane shook her head, “Uh, no thanks.”

“Why? The infamous Liane Felton has two left feet?”

Stella spoke up, “No, because she be on the dance floor with her boyfriend.”

“I don’t see him.” He said with a smug expression, looking around.

“Turn around.” Said a voice that clearly belonged to Ethan. Ryan looked over his shoulder, seeing a good looking man that could play freaking Prince Charming and use enchant your own with a smirk.

Liane particularly made heart eyes at him, smiling as she looped her arm around his neck. Liane smiled, “Hi, sweetie! I missed you. This man was asking if I can dance with him.”

Ethan, who was always the sweetest man in the room, narrowed his eyes up and down to Ryan before saying, “No.” He looked at his beautiful Liane with a softer expression, “You’re dancing with me.”

With that, the couple left.

Ryan turned his gaze back to the other lady who stayed leaning against the bar, chewing on some peanuts and dried cherries, and said, “That leaves you with me. What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Estella.” Stella replied giving him her name, staying quiet.

“Ooh ‘Estella’, like the star?”

“Oh, look, someone did a google search.”

Ryan stepped closer, “What? Don’t like what you see?”

Stella sipped her drink and replied, “I’m into blondes. And you’re not my type.”

“Then who is?”

“He is!”

She pointed to the blonde man, dressed in a navy blue button shirt, black jeans and an almost sharp expression. He walked over, placing a hand on her hip, almost a possessive look in his eyes as he looked at Ryan, clearly not impressed by his own appearance.

A look that said ‘Step away before you make yourself feel bad.’

“Hey, honey, I been looking for you everywhere.” Steve said looking at his fiancé with a playful smile.

Stella rests her head on his shoulder and replies, “I’ve chatting with our friends, babe.”

“Well isn’t that a good thing. Speaking of our friends, I think we have some upstairs waiting for us.”

“Who?”

He whispers something in her ear with a smirk as she blushed. Steve turned back to Ryan in a polite voice, “Excuse us.”

Not a second later, he pulled his girl closer and led her upstairs away from the idiot, who clearly didn’t have a chance.

—

Stella returned downstairs to chat after 10 minutes, fixing her straps to the deep purple dress and wearing Steve’s brown jacket now. She promised Hill, she’d give it her later on if the night got chilly enough. She found herself chatting with Cassandra outside on the balcony.

She has always taken a liking to the young blonde girl and thought she such a shy darling. She also figured that parties weren’t her thing and decided to join her outside instead for a while.

Cassandra air out her feelings about tonight, her seeing visions in her dreams but didn’t say too much, not wanting to waste time worrying Stella. Or maybe being called weird, even crazy for the thought. Especially if it might not be true. As always, Stella reassured her that everything will be okay, and it would be nice if she joined them inside for the after party.

Stella squeezed her shoulder comfortably and walked away.

When Stella returned inside for the after party, she sat on the couch, her back resting against the armrest as Steve rubbed her knee gently. She gave the jacket over to Maria, suddenly feeling warm and a bit uncomfortable wearing it, meanwhile Maria happily took it. Everyone was chatting, sharing another round of drinks and snacks, playing cards or board games on the coffee table.

As Stella looked around at the found family, she couldn’t help but take a deep breather. Hell, she smiled!

Yes, she has been worried and stressed about the damage that has happened, to herself, to her teammates lately. And how she wished to get a better understanding of things. To have a safer environment to be honest.

To save the day and come home safer than before.

But looking around? As long as she had the right attitude and patience, the whole family close by, she knew everything will be—spoke too soon.

Within moments later of everyone trying to lift Thor’s hammer in a playful manner, a metal bot with a limping body and beating eyes appeared in front of everyone.

The first ultron bot.

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AHH here it is! Let me know what think

Sorry tumblr kept crashing 🤨😤

[ask-bradjrogers]

Hi! Question of the week 💭

Explain to me this, why does getting hit/stubbed in the middle toe always hurts WAYYYY more than getting hit in the leg by accident? 😭

It hurts and feels like you broke it WHEN YOU didn’t 🤷‍♂️

I got hit with the side of the stove this morning…

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[aiseuki]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓 | peter parker — masterlist

Heather’s knuckles throbbed beneath her gloves, but the two thugs sprawled at her feet weren’t getting up anytime soon. She adjusted her mask, wiping a streak of blood off her cheek, just as a familiar voice cut through the night. "Nice work," Spider-Man said, perched casually on the fire escape above her, his tone far too chipper for someone who hadn’t thrown a single punch. "You know, I’m starting to think you don’t actually need my help. Or anyone’s, for that matter." Heather glared up at him, her breath still coming fast. "You’re right. I don’t. So why don’t you stick to Queens, Spider-Boy, and leave the real problems to the rest of us?" "Spider-Man," he corrected, leaping down with infuriating ease. He landed mere feet from her, his head tilted in mock thought. "Although ‘Spider-Boy’ does have a nice ring to it. Very Peter Pan." Heather rolled her eyes. "Cute. Now get out of my way."

───── Heather Fitzpatrick has no use for heroes, least of all Spider-Man—the poster boy for feel-good justice that never reaches Brooklyn’s forgotten streets. As Maverick, she takes matters into her own hands, doling out justice with fists first and questions later. Heroes chase headlines; Heather chases results. But when alien-tech weapons flood the city, turning New York into a war zone, even her brutal brand of vigilantism isn’t enough to hold back the tide.

Heather has no choice but to team up with the one hero she trusts the least. Spider-Man may represent everything she despises, but if they can’t find a way to work together, Brooklyn’s survival hangs by a thread. As enemies become allies, Heather is forced to confront the limits of her own code—and what it truly means to be a hero.

tags & warnings. peter parker/original female character, enemies to lovers (but it's kinda one-sided. heather simply has a talent for holding grudges), black cat girl × golden retriever boy, good boy × bad girl, grumpy × sunshine, "touch him and i'll kill you", descriptions of violence, oc is a vigilante, daddy issues (who would've thought) & others.

READ IT ON... WATTPAD or AO3

──── (wattpad only) introduction

──── (wattpad only) act one: homecoming

──── prologue

──── chapter one

© aiseuki | junophecy

[the-x-ladiesofnyc]

╰┈➤ Introduce the cast *

->ELIZA DUSHKU AS HAILEY WRIGHT

Hail ~ The Metallic Sun

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Keep the chain going with introducing the actor or actress who plays you.

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[ask-missparker]

The reckless denial | Agents Of SHIELD Fic

Setting: Takes place during season 2

Characters mentioned: Skye, Fitzsimmons, Mack, Coulson, Rick Banner, Luna Marsh, Cole Lehnsherr and Liane Felton

Established Pairing: Rick & Luna

Fic type: Blurb

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—Last said in the last post…

And most importantly, Amelia undergoes an even more shocking turn of events due to shield discovery of alien, inhuman and mutant activity across the country. During an trip to Puerto Rico, one of islands underneath the caves held the rumbling ability to unlock unhinged truths.

While Skye and Tripp were down there, in the mist of the explosive wave that resulted in Skye’s odd transformation, Amelia was effected in the blast getting hurt as she watched Tripp die.

But that wasn’t the only thing that happened…

Amelia woke up on the thick warmly crumbling ground with a splitting headache cause she was throw against a deep wall in the cave. She bleed a bit from the blast, seem to have taken a strong impressionable hit.

She rolled onto her chest, pushing herself to stand up as she winced racing around to the edge to only looked over to notice Tripp’s in crumbling ashes. Dead, as if he was turned to stone then been destroyed within a matter of seconds.

She noticed Skye on standing there, surrounded by dust and rock, as the whole place was rumbling and pillars were falling apart within the cave. She looked at her with fear, confusion, and surreal shock as her fists were uncurling themselves.

Amelia didn’t hesitate to hover a hand over Skye’s back ushering her out of the cave, as she helped lead everyone out of there as safety as possible. The rumbling continued frequently as they all moved along the path then stopped by the women they reached most of the other half of the team.

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Some time later, everyone returned back to the SHIELD facility, being looked over and being patched up for any damage. Skye was quickly moved into a separate clear room, being watched up machines, scientist and medical staff until further noticed.

She was basically in quarantine for a while, meanwhile everyone else was doing their best to figure out happens next. Everyone was quarantined for a bit to heal and release whatever might’ve been in their system from the swimming blast.

Fitzsimmons were suspicious as they ran tests on her state. They all were suspicious at how Skye was still standing but seemingly hurt.

Her vitals were interesting to say the least, Amelia was more than curious about it as she took recommended Advil for her headaches during the whole situation. Hell, they were grieving Tripp’s death in their own way! She noticed everyone’s cyclone ways of dealing with the aftermath of the storm they were all hit with.

A storm of emotions filled with sadness, anger, anxiety, depression and straight up denial of it all. Trying to forget everything happened but they couldn’t. Hell they were ready to fight one another and throw a few chairs. Skye was shaking and crying at the mere thought because she was the one to see the process of his death, everyone just saw the aftermath. Blaming herself as Amelia and Coulson comforted her, knowing it wasn’t her fault even though it felt like it was to her.

~~~

To keep herself from getting too overwhelmed and wanting to smack someone like Mack or race off to use Hunter as a mini punching bag, she decided to escape to Avengers Tower for a bit due to not being there in a while.

The consuming energy that floated around Amelia as she watched and hung out with friends such Rick, Liane and Luna calmed her down. They asked her what happened but she was under strict orders to not say much of the circumstances to her visit, despite the fact that she wanted to let them know. Assuming it was on the news right now of the rumbling from Puerto Rico and tunnels being collapsed.

Rick being the more cautious person there, sensed something was off about her energy. He sniffed an underwhelming amount of concern and denial from her but he sensed something more, after hearing about the strong headaches. And the fact that seemed to have not slept in a long period of time. Luna was more than curious about it all and wondered what happened, promising to not tell the others as Amelia pointed to the TV screen and slowly explained how there was a swimming blast that knocked her out cold. She tried to connect the dots.

Liane’s firey personality was suspicious and skeptical of Amelia Parker, wanting to figure out what exactly happened to her physically after hearing the story beats of her tale. She watched her fingers tinker, her eyes narrow as of she was having another headache, almost nervous like Luna. Imitating her impressions and anxiety from curiosity that surged into her veins, as Liane grinned as her and Rick went to talk.

It confused and concerned Amelia as she stayed talking with Luna at how much they felt about the situation. One moment she’s fine and another she’s feeling ticked off due to Rick and Liane’s dispute as Luna kept wanting to ease her mind.

~~~~

It felt like her head was hurting, spinning as she sense the uprising engulfed energetic personalities bounce off from one another. Like she can sense their feelings battling to stay a bay. Amelia thought back to the argument at the SHIELD between Mack, Bobbi, Coulson, May, Hunter and herself as she sensed Skye’s discomfort for a split second, yelling over everyone to cool down separately.

This anxiety written feeling crept up her back, feeling hot and heavy blinking between Luna and the table in the living room. As if her vision went blurry for a moment, like she might pass out. Luna held her up and asked if she was alright, with her own powers she could sense she was freaking out as she called for Rick and Liane for help.

Luna gasped greatly noticing a flicker in Amelia’s eyes then disappeared just as quickly. She barely saw any color in her eyes.

~~~~

Rick raced in surprise to see Amelia having a anxiety attack, it was rarely a thing to see with her always being just fine, but it concerned him watching her as he tried to help calm her down. It reminded him of himself but less strong but still there something that didn’t match up, sensing a slight denial difference taking in her whole appearance as it clicked. She was effected, traumatized by it all.

Luna moved over to let Amelia have some space to breathe, as she never good at calming others down without getting scared or anxious herself. Especially after seeing what she saw and whispered it into Liane’s ear.

Liane gasped and almost screamed hearing her, noticing some things as Luna did more promptly. The subtle shifts and movements that Amelia made, as she glanced at the girls and back at Rick with almost a glare, sensing the same as him, something was going on.

She quickly calmed down, as her glares soften thinking about Skye for a slip second and the whole fact that Fitzsimmons was suspicious of everything, running test on a couple of people like Mack while she was gone. Her focused returned to the trio because as she zoned out, they were talking among themselves.

~~~

Then she heard it.

Liane out of curiosity and excitement yelled, “OH MY GOD SHE IS ONE OF US! Another mutant of some kind?!” Luna gasped looking back at her friend questioning how is it possible but she was interested. Rick was the most confused being a man of espionage and science fiction, he wondered the extent of this difference, if it was something semi-permanent or long lasting. But a part of him was intrigued.

But Amelia was recklessly in denial about all of it. The shock, sorrow and questions didn’t wrap around her head, yet. She was a normal human being, an agent of SHIELD and got examined earlier by Fitzsimmons, her vitals were fine.

Suddenly Cole busted through the door and shouted, “Ah ha! I knew something was suspicious was going on the second she wanted into the room!”

Rick rolled his eyes and snorted as Luna chuckled. Liane smirked. Meanwhile Amelia raised an eyebrow at her best friend, “Your unbelievable sometimes, you know that?”

Cole just grinned.

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—> Thanks for reading. ✨That’s what I got! Comment down below with ideas and reblog your thoughts

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[carlandoxlestappen]

“Okay Marc what the hell is going on with you? We don't hear from you for weeks and then i track you down to an apartment 200 feet from our house?” Layla questioned in anger. She could understand why Marc wouldn’t have kept too much of a close touch with her, but with Beatrice? Something had to be going on. “Look, i know I'm not an avatar or anything, but you had Beatrice worried sick!”

“Marc-avatar-Beatrice?” Steven stuttered in complete and utter confusion. He had no idea who this woman who had bursted into his apartment was, and now she was scolding him that he had someone who he didn't even know worried sick. “Who-who are you?” He barely managed to ask.

“Who am i? I'm you sister-in-law, Layla El-Faouly!” The woman said as if it was incredulous that he didn't recognize her.

“Sister-in-law? But I'm-I'm not married!” Poor Steven responded frantically.

“I know you aren't. I'm married to your sister!” She said with a small, frustrated glare.

“Sister?!” Now he was officially freaked out. “I don't have a sister! I'm an only child!” Steven said, his voice higher than ever.

“Yes, you do. Beatrice Spector-El-Faouly, my wife.” Layla stated, looking at him weirdly. “Bea? Sekhmet’s avatar? Are you being serious right now, Marc?” She asked.

“Sekhmet’s-what? Look, i don't know who you are, or who this Beatrice is but i promise you i am not her brother! I'm not Marc! I have no idea who that is!” Steven denied helplessly, not knowing what the bloody hell was going on.

I found this draft and decided to post it cause I’m bored and I feel like I haven’t written anything in so long😭

[futurecorps3]

I’ve been dying to see this written for like a year now but I don’t trust myself with the concept so here you go MCU writers; if someone does write this PLEASE tag me!!!

Reader dated Loki (him being part of the Avengers) but he cheated so they split up. After a long while (he realizes he fucked up big time immediately), none other than Bucky fucking Barnes starts pining over reader and surprise! It’s mutual. Loki goes insane and regrets it but has nothing to do but just see reader get treated right every single day! (I’m insane 🤭)

Thank you in advance if anyone works with this! Please lmk if you will <3

[jackiequick]

Ben Carter ~ Rebel Just For Kicks | Marvel Studios OC

Full Name: Bennett Sawyer Carter

Nicknames: Ben, Benni, Benji, Sawyer, Scout, Ace

Alias: Oliver Halloway, Jackson Harper, Dean Nolan, James Shepherd, Bellamy Wheeler, Jonathan Hunter, Leon Lance etc

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Date Of Birth: October 16th, 1984

Place Of Birth: New York City

Place Of Residency: Washington, DC

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Family: AGENT 13, Sharon [CLASSIFIED] — Sister

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“I wanted to be teacher but my father didn’t allow it. So now I live in the shadow of my older sister, but I do this job to protect her.”

“Did you really just challenge me to burger eating contest?”

“Yippee ki yay, mother-oops, sorry, there’s children present..”

“Man, I need a break. Who wants pie?”

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Personality: 

He is delightful blend of charm and goofiness, often bringing humor to even the most serious situations. His clumsy nature leads to lighthearted moments, endearing him to those around him. 

Beneath his playful exterior lies a fiercely loyal protector; Ben would selflessly throw himself into harm's way to shield his loved ones, demonstrating an unwavering commitment to their safety. 

With a quick wit and a knack for sarcasm, he deftly navigates tense scenarios, using humor to defuse potential conflicts. Friendly and charismatic, he easily connects with others, making him a beloved figure among friends and allies alike.

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Background 📖

Growing up in a family where his sister, Sharon (AGENT 13), was clearly the high achiever, Bennett always felt the pressure to live up to his family’s expectations. 

His dream of becoming a teacher was dismissed by his father, who pushed him toward a path of espionage or government work like his sister. While Sharon excelled, Bennett found solace in humor and developing a carefree persona to cope with the pressure.

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“I don’t want to be like Sharon or you or even aunt Peg, dad! I want to teach and travel, not go around getting myself into trouble.” Ben replied.

“Son, you will be a fine young agent just like me. Being a teacher is too small of a career and you won’t be paid much.” Michael, his father, add in a stern tone. “You’re a Carter, act like it.”

“But I am not fit for that kinda job…”

“You say that now, but you will be.”

“Dad...”

—

While Ben respected his father and admired Sharon’s achievements, he couldn’t help but feel torn. More than anyone in his family, Aunt Peggy Carter had always fascinated him. She was a legend in her own right, a brilliant strategist, co-founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., and a woman who had helped shape the modern intelligence world. Yet, despite her immense legacy, Ben wondered if Aunt Peggy might have understood his desire to take a different path.

Sometimes, when the pressure became too much, Ben found himself wondering, What would Aunt Peg say if she were here?

Deep down, he believed she would have told him to follow his own path, to be his own person. Unlike his father, Peggy might have recognized that having goals—big or small—was important. But Ben never had the chance to ask her. And that uncertainty gnawed at him.

Would Peggy have supported his choices? Or would she have dismissed his dreams like his father had?

This question haunted Ben, even as he tried to balance his own desires with his family’s expectations. He longed for a mentor who would understand him, someone who wouldn’t see his dreams as "too small."

Though he eventually followed the path set out for him, Ben’s inner struggle never fully disappeared. He carried the question of Peggy’s approval with him, both as a source of strength and as a reminder of what he had given up.

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—Relationship with Sharon Carter 🛠️

Growing up, Sharon and Bennett shared a close bond. As the older sibling, Sharon was protective of her little brother, often looking out for him when their father’s strict expectations weighed heavily on him. In their early years, they had a lot of fun together—playing games, pulling pranks, and exploring the streets of New York. Sharon was always the more confident and adventurous one, while Ben was more cautious, happy to follow her lead.

But as they got older, the gap between them began to widen. Sharon embraced the world of espionage with determination, diving headfirst into training and missions. She became the perfect soldier in their father’s eyes, the embodiment of the Carter legacy. 

Ben, on the other hand, grew unsure of himself. He admired Sharon’s strength and skill but resented the fact that her success only made him feel more inadequate. Often feeling torn between his personal dreams and the family legacy.

Despite their differences and the tension that arose from their father’s expectations, Ben and Sharon deeply cared for each other. Sharon was fiercely protective of Ben, even if she didn’t always understand his reluctance to embrace their family’s legacy. Ben, in turn, admired Sharon’s strength and independence, even if he resented the comparisons made between them.

As Ben began to settle into his own role in intelligence work—whether by choice or circumstance—Sharon continued to watch out for him. He didn’t want to live in Sharon’s shadow, but he also didn’t want her to get hurt. Part of his decision to follow the family path came from his desire to protect Sharon—to make sure she never faced the dangers of their work alone.

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"I do this job for a lot of reasons," Ben once confided in a rare moment of vulnerability. "But mostly? I do it to protect you."

Sharon, uncharacteristically quiet, nodded. "I don’t need protecting, Ben."

"I know," he replied, looking down shaking his head and then looked straight at her. "But I’m still going to try."

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They weren’t as close as they had been in their childhood, but they had come to respect each other’s choices. 

Sharon continued to work in her career, while Ben had found his own way, even if it wasn’t the life he originally wanted.

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| CARTER — S.H.I.E.L.D. Associate | ⚖️ |

While Bennett initially resisted the idea of following in his family’s footsteps, particularly those of his father and sister, he eventually found a place within S.H.I.E.L.D., albeit on his own terms. He didn’t strive to be a leader or a figurehead, but he knew that protecting those he cared about—and finding his own way to make a difference—was important.

Reluctant Start, Natural Talent

After years of pushing back against his father’s expectations, Bennett’s path eventually led him to S.H.I.E.L.D. He realized that, whether he liked it or not, his family’s legacy wasn’t something he could easily escape. Yet, when he decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D., it wasn’t out of a desire to live up to the Carter name exactly—it was about finding his own purpose. He just wanted to make his mark in a way that felt authentic to him.

Though Ben had always been reluctant to pursue espionage, he discovered he had a natural talent for certain aspects of the job. He wasn’t the best strategist or mastermind like other agents, but he excelled in the physical and tactical elements of the work.

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"Watch it, Carter. You're like a kid in a candy store," Maria Hill remarked dryly, watching as Ben eagerly examined the array of weaponry laid out in the SHIELD armory.

Ben scoffed, flashing a grin. "Hill, lighten up. It's a wall full of guns, knives, and other weaponry! Look at this," he said, picking up a sleek new handgun and examining it with gleaming eyes. "And ooh, is that a new set of bows and arrows? Bet Clint would love this!"

Hill shook her head, but she couldn’t hide the faint smirk on her face. Ben's enthusiasm, though sometimes overwhelming, was infectious.

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~ Role within S.H.I.E.L.D. ⚙️

Active S.H.I.E.L.D. Associate: Bennett works as a simple, yet kind field agent, engaging in various missions and tasks for the organization.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: Skilled in close-quarters combat, always eager to improve and test his fighting abilities.

Weaponry Enthusiast: Excited by weapons, particularly guns, rifles, knives, and advanced tech. He enjoys trying out new gear.

Scouting Missions: Loves scouting and reconnaissance missions, especially because they let him travel and explore new places.

Undercover & Surveillance: Although reluctant at first, he secretly enjoys undercover work and surveillance, finding it both challenging and exciting.

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—Strengths & Weaknesses 🖥️

Strengths

1. Charisma and Charm

2. Loyalty and Protectiveness

3. Wit and Humor

4. Adaptability

5. Combat Skills

6. Empathy and Understanding

Weakness

1. Self-Doubt

2. Emotional Burden

3. Reluctance to Embrace Leadership

4. Tendency to Avoid Conflict

5. Clumsiness

6. Difficulty Accepting Help

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Fun Facts & Quirks! 🧲

- Foodie at Heart -> This man loves burgers, pies, ice cream, donuts and etc. Depending on where he is, Ben will find some sort of food to eat.

“Did you seriously go and buy milkshake?” His teammate asked.

He shrugged and pointed, “What? You were takin’ too long. I got hungry.”

- Clumsy Charmer -> He is notoriously clumsy at times, often stumbling on his own feet or bumping into something by accident.

“Who put a damn step there? That wasn’t there before!” He shouted almost tripping over but caught himself quickly.

- Tv & Film Fan -> He is often found quoting a line from his favorites or referencing a form of media. However he doesn’t always like to repeat the same thing, more than twice.

“No more Punzel! If I have to hear Zachary Levi’s voice one more time, I’m done.” He shouts during moving night.

His friend gasps, “How dare you? Flynn Rider is wonderful!”

- Dreamer -> Despite having to cut out being a teacher in his life, he always wondered what he might’ve showned those young minds.

“I could’ve been a History teacher or English..? Not math, I suck at that subject! Hell, I might quit this job and find out..”

- He talks to favorite things -> He will talk to his car, his guns and jacket. You already know if Ben had a pet he will be chatting with that animal too.

He grins seeing his favorite handheld gun and picked it up, “Hello sweetheart, gods, I missed you.”

Other things include: Ben is a music lover, mildly superstitious, enjoys collecting items, fear of heights etc.

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Additional information | 📬 |

-> Favorite Hero

Bennett will never admit it but he enjoys the heroes he seems on the streets and in his line of world.

You would think because his aunt Peggy association to Captain America, automatically that’s his favorite. He admires and respects Steve Rogers greatly, hell he hopes to have enough goodness in his heart to be like him, but not his favorite.

He actually secretly admires Spider-Man for his wit, willingness to help out, relatability and kindness towards others. He only seen the hero from afar but he can tell why people online like him.

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-> Dating Life

When it comes to dating, Bennett tends to casual date. Nothing serious. He enjoys meeting new people and exploring connections without the pressure of committing or wanting to make they both hit it off well.

He has had serval crushes over the years, nothing notably strong or anything. However he once had a significant crush on a fellow agent, but he never acted on it, fearing it could mess up their professional relationship. He didn’t to push anything.

His flirting style is light-hearted and humorous. He tends to use playful chill banter and finding whatever he can as a simple ice-breaker. His charm is evident in his ability to make others smile, and he often employs self-deprecating humor to put his crushes at ease.

Currently, Bennett is single and he doesn’t mind it actually. Honestly, he thinks no one can compete with his notorious lack of skills and put up with him half the time to his bad jokes. But hey? We might be wrong and there is a certain someone out there for him.

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~ Hobbies and Interests |🛋️| ~

Cooking: Bennett enjoys experimenting in the kitchen. He loves trying out new recipes, especially when it comes to making burgers and desserts. His friends often joke that he should open a food truck.

- “Who needs a Michelin star when you can make the perfect burger at home?”

Movie Buff & TV Binge-Watcher: Bennett has a soft spot for action flicks, buddy cop movies, and classic comedies. He often spends his free time rewatching old favorites or discovering new series to binge.

Collecting Vintage Memorabilia: Bennett enjoys collecting vintage movie posters, old records, and retro tech. His apartment is littered with relics of the past, from vinyl records to an old-fashioned radio. He particularly loves hunting for rare finds at flea markets and antique shops.

- “You can laugh at my vinyl collection all you want, but there's nothing like listening to the Life Is A Highway on the original record.”

Tinkering with Cars: Bennett inherited a love of cars from his father. He spends weekends tinkering with his car, working on engine repairs, or upgrading parts. He’s not a full-blown gearhead, but he enjoys spending time in his garage fixing up his old, reliable ride.

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-> Fears and Insecurities |🪤| <-

Fear of Failure: Bennett often worries about not living up to his family legacy or his own potential. This fear sometimes holds him back from pursuing more serious relationships or challenges.

- “What if I’m just not cut out for this? What if I let everyone down?”

Insecurity About His Role & Fitting In: Sometimes he can feel like he’s qualified to be an agent, and to overcompensate that with humor.

- “I mean, I’m just a guy who likes burgers and makes a lot of bad jokes… how did I end up here?”

Fear of Not Finding His Own Path: Bennett has always wanted to follow his own dream of being a teacher or traveling, but the weight of family expectations and his current career pulls him in another direction. He’s afraid that he’ll never get the chance to live the life he truly wants, and instead, be stuck in a role he didn’t choose for himself.

- "Maybe it’s too late to figure out what I want. Maybe this is just who I am now…"

Insecurity About His Intelligence: Though he’s smart and capable, Bennett sometimes feels overshadowed by more academically inclined people, like the tech geniuses or strategists he encounters in SHIELD. He’s more street-smart than book-smart, and while he’s skilled, he occasionally doubts whether he’s as sharp as others around him.

- "Sure, I can shoot straight, but can I crack codes and come up with genius plans? Not so much. Maybe I’m just the muscle here."

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-> Signature Style

Bennett tends to dress in casual, comfortable clothing—jeans, graphic tees, sweaters, thick jackets and sneakers.

He has a penchant for customizing his gear and equipment, adding personal touches that reflect his personality, such as stickers or playful designs.

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-> Habits

Midnight Snacker: Bennett has a habit of raiding the fridge late at night, often resulting in humorous situations when caught.

- “Don’t judge me, if my stomach is craving a handful of cereal at 1 in the morning.” He mumbled as he eats the mouthful of Honey-Nut Cheerios.

Movie Marathoner: He loves binge-watching movie series and often tries to convince friends to join him, complete with snacks and drinks. Sometimes he is found watching classic footage he got stored away somewhere while sipping a nice cup of coffee. Such as old race car footage.

Non-Stop Talker: Ben has a real habit of making one handed comments, give a witty compliment or over speaking in a conversation, especially when it’s not needed. Sometimes he can’t help it but spit out a few sentences and split out of the room just as quickly. Or if he gets nervous, he might ramble until someone shuts him up.

Short-Term Memory: He will never admit it but Ben has a tendency to forget things easily or get distracted, which results in issues for himself and others. People need to often repeat what they said a few times or Ben has to write it down somewhere to make sure he did it. He wonders if it’s on-set early Alzheimer like his aunt Peggy has but tries not to think about it too much. 

- “Can you repeat that? I only got caught half of what you said…” He replied looking up at you with a soft smile.

Vintage Fashion Enthusiast: One thing he will never admit nor you will ever except is for Ben to find fashion a causal factor in his life. He has a habit of wearing or finding timeless pieces whenever he went. Either a classic leather jacket, wrist watches, a necklace and or thick sweaters for colder temperatures. They’re simple items but a small part of him gets excited to wear them.

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Hope you like him! I might consider to continue his story soon hehe 😉

Let me know what you think

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[amortsukii]

BLACK WIDOW - masterlist

♡ summary. Venus Stark, a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy and a former SHIELD agent, is forced to confront her dark past when her sister contacts her for help.

wc. N/A | warnings. N/A

a/n. So happy I got to play around more with one of my fav ocs in this. We get to learn a lot more about Venus throughout this series; and, I will admit, she's probably my most self indulgent oc. I based most of her personality (+ coping mechanisms) off of me, so hopefully you like her as much as I do!

sour times masterlist. | timeline. | original characters. | spotify playlist.

FLASHBACK: OUR LITTLE GROUP

HUNGOVER HELPER

SISTERS FROM OTHER MISTERS

AVALANCHES AND UNFAMILIAR WAYS TO DIE

MOTHER'S DAUGHTERS

FLASHBACK: OH CHILDREN

RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED

SKYFALL

MAKING AMENDS

[askstevella]

—Alternate Civil War Universe!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC, Steve x Stella

Summary: In other words, if Tony WASN’T the only father in Civil War

Note: thanks ChatGPT for helping to organize my thoughts and putting your own words to tie it all together..

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1. The Early Connection Between Steve & Stella ✨

So, Steve and Stella meet earlier in this universe, and the relationship blossoms by 2013, leading to their marriage and first child, Bradley. This foundation of family is so important, because by the time we get to 2016, Steve isn’t just fighting for his friends or his mission—he’s fighting for his family. And he’s not willing to let anything get in the way of his love for them. The fact that he’s already had Bradley by this point adds another layer of gravitas to the situation—he’s not just Captain America, he’s a father now, and every choice has more weight.

Steve balancing fatherhood, marriage, and being an Avenger:

This feels so grounded. Steve has always been a man of duty, but now, he’s juggling that with the very human responsibilities of raising a child, providing stability for his wife, and being the partner she deserves.

You really get the sense that being Captain America isn’t just about saving the world; it's about being the protector of his own world—his family. And that makes his decisions, particularly in the heat of a global crisis, even more complex. He’s thinking about the future, his legacy as a father, and his desire to be a present father.

2. The Accords: A Ticking Time Bomb in the Midst of Family Life 📑

Now we’re in 2016. The Sokovia Accords come into play, and stress is at an all-time high. On top of this, Steve and Stella are expecting Kendall—so Stella is heavily pregnant and everything’s amplified. The tension here must have been ridiculous. Imagine Steve, who’s never exactly had the best control over his instincts or emotions, now dealing with this huge ethical dilemma. The Accords are literally about restricting what he does as a hero. But on top of that, the world is already fraying with Bucky's frame-up, and then there’s Stella, pregnant, in the middle of it all.

The fact that Stella and Bradley are brought into the situation to potentially sway Steve’s mind just adds another layer to the tactical maneuvering—everyone’s trying to use his family against him in a way. But they can’t because Steve’s love for Stella, Bradley, and soon Kendall isn’t something that can be manipulated.

This is where Stella’s influence on Steve really comes in—she helps him balance his emotions and decisions because she’s the one keeping him grounded. And Bradley, as Tony’s nephew, really helps as a kind of emotional buffer to Tony, who’s trying to push Steve into agreeing with the Accords. Tony just wants his own family and friends safe as well.

3. Stella’s Early Labor & The Turning Point⌚️

Now we’re getting to the emotional gut-punch of this alternate timeline: Stella going into early labor due to the stress. They’re all stressed out since the day Ross came, period! This shifts everything for Steve. He’s at a literal crossroads—does he go fight for Bucky, try to clear his name and run off with his friend (who he feels so deeply responsible for), or does he stay and be the father and husband he promised to be?

Steve's choice to stay and be mature is SUCH a pivotal moment. He has to let go of some of his stubbornness. The self-sacrifice here is real—he’s always been the soldier who throws himself into danger without thinking twice, but this time, he chooses family. That’s a major turning point, and it’s such an interesting growth for Steve Rogers as a man. He’s not just a soldier anymore, he’s someone who’s learning to value the people he loves more than his duty as Captain America.

4. The Hospital Scene: Strategy, Support, and Family Unity 🎯

And then… in the hospital, in the middle of Stella's labor, Steve is studying documents and strategizing with Tony?! This moment is just epic. Picture Steve pacing around in hospital scrubs, baby Kendall on the way, and still strategizing to clear Bucky’s name and find a peaceful solution. There’s a combination of grief, love, stress, and determination in this scene, and it’s all happening in the backdrop of something as sacred as childbirth.

The fact that Steve and Tony actually sit down and talk things through instead of continuing the mindless fighting is HUGE. It’s like a perfect blend of emotion and logic—they finally listen to each other because Bradley (and soon Kendall) are both pulling them toward common ground. Tony can’t keep fighting with Steve when he’s watching his nephew run around, loving Steve like a father. Tony is a father of two children himself, he should know! That bond pulls them both in the right direction.

Stella in labor, reading documents with Steve—it’s just like she’s actively helping him figure out a plan while going through the most physically demanding thing in her life—talk about a badass. She’s fighting for her family, fighting for her husband, and fighting for peace all while dealing with contractions. It just elevates her strength as a character to a whole new level.

5. The Outcome: A Changed Steve, Tony, and The Avengers 🧩

Because Steve stays and focuses on a new plan—because he doesn’t just go off running with Bucky like he might have in the original timeline—he and Tony actually start collaborating on how to handle the Accords in a way that doesn’t tear the Avengers apart. Maybe Tony’s able to see things from Steve’s perspective, and vice versa. The idea that they come together to think of an alternative solution—without all the anger and fighting—feels like the right course for them, especially with family in the center of everything.

In this universe, the Avengers don’t fracture the same way. Yes, they have their differences, but because Steve wasn’t too stubborn, and Tony wasn’t too hurt to listen, they found a middle ground. It’s a beautiful arc of both Steve and Tony learning to prioritize what matters—family, integrity, and the future of their children—over their egos and pride.

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[thinkinonsense]

-cravings.

cw: feral!logan, breeding kink, pervy!logan, marking, TA/ co-workers relationship, belly bulge, oral (fem receiving), gross!logan, squirting, male masturbation, spitting, slight praise kink, slight hair tugging, pet names, slightly grinding on abs? pantie play?

summary: logan's in a rut and only his sweet girl can help him.

a/n: so i pictured dofp!logan but x trilogy!logan also works! hope you enjoy <3 also also not proof read so sorry for any errors

"scott, have you seen logan?" your delicate voice fills the study as you pass by, looking for your mentor.

logan has been missing all day, which isn't the most unusual thing but it is odd that he said he would train with you today and yet, he's nowhere to be found.

"charles said he wasn't feeling well." scott replied, barely gazing up at you. "he's probably still in bed."

you nod, turning around to head upstairs and check on logan like any good friend would.

the floorboards creek under your light foot steps down the hall. charles, hank, and storm took the kids to a lab overnight to work on their final projects. the rest of the adult were either training or lesson planning. the wooden door glowed with golden light illuminating the rim, so warm and welcoming.

one knock turned into three and four. all of them unanswered, leaving you slightly alarmed. this wasn't like logan to ignore you.

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meanwhile, beyond the wooden door, logan sat on his bed trying to get a grip on this feeling. it's happened before, the familiar warmth that spreads all over. a primal craving attempting to claw its way out of him.

normally, he can hide out until the rut is over but now it is different. now logan has his eyes on someone. not just someone though.

it's the girl he's been warned not to fall for. charles, jean, hank and scott have all told logan that he's not to make a move on you. the girl who's too pure for a big bad wolf like him. for once, he listened and steered clear of you, no matter how pretty you were.

until you signed up to be his teachers assistant.

now with the close proximity, logan is tortured by your scent. the sweet cherry he's become familiar with haunts his deepest thoughts. he could perfectly trace every outline on your body without even trying. honestly, he found it quite sickening how you've carved your spot in his mind.

next to him on the mattress are a pair of your panties from yesterday. he remembered seeing the slight flash of light blue from under your skirt when you dropped your pen in the hallway. there's a damp patch on them, calling his name in mocking tones.

"logan..?" your meek voice was barely audible behind the door. "can i please come in?"

a low growl hums in his chest at the sound of your voice. he wants nothing more than to let you inside and ravish you in the way he desires; but he doesn't want to scare you off.

"not now, sweetheart." he grunts almost as if he's in pain.

"a-are you okay?"

logan couldn't see you but he could picture your concerned face. scrunched eyebrows and wide bambi eyes, lips in a pout. god, he could just eat you up.

" 'm fine." his voice sounds rough, like a bark. he would never yell at you but he needed you to walk away because the feeling of his cock being suffocated in his jeans was killing him.

"alright." you whine. "see ya later then, lo."

soon enough he heard your footsteps down the hall, logan quickly strips himself of his black shirt, dark blue jeans and his boxers. without hesitation he reaches over to grab that panties he had taken from your hamper.

"fuck, smells so sweet." he groans, nose pressed against the soft soaked cotton as he tugs his throbbing cock. spreading the pearly beads of pre-cum.

with his senses clouded and a fire ignited in him, he kitten licks the patch, letting your slick dance on his tongue. picturing your legs wrapped around his head, how your tight hole would take his tongue or his fingers and the little noises that would escape you.

"that's my sweet pussy. all mine." logan mumbles possessively under his breath before spitting into the material and bringing it to his cock, using it to jerk off.

as his orgasm approaches, the fire intensifies; sweat dripping down his temples the faster his hand moves. abs also dripping in sweat as his chest rapidly moves up and down. mind swarmed with all the positions logan wants to put you in.

"s-shit." logan curses, clenching his teeth as his vision blurs and euphoria washes over him. ropes of cum spill all over his abs and happy trail, creating a sticky messy.

left alone and panting, covered in his release, logan's still unsatisfied. he knew there was only one thing that could fix this.

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it's near midnight when you finally hear logan leave his room. heavy boots heading towards the stairs, right by your room.

"where are you going, lo?" you ask, peaking out of your bedroom to catch him. he stops but doesn't acknowledge you. "gonna leave me here all alone?"

logan could've sworn that you would be asleep at this hour and he could leave to find some woman at the bar to help with his... situation.

"scott's around here somewhere." he dryly replies, trying to avoid your gaze.

"he left a few hours ago." you mumble, nervously messing with the bottom of your nightgown.

something was off about logan; you just couldn't figure out what it was. he wouldn't even look at you. had you done something wrong? was he upset with you? why was he avoiding you?

"i-is everything alright?" you ask, worried for the answer.

logan take a minute to respond, scratching the scruff on his face while he thinks. just because he looks strong doesn't mean he is internally. logan found his weakness in you. a woman he's known for a little over a year and yet you could bring him to his knees if you so pleased.

suddenly, logan turns and looks at you. he sucks in his breath sharply when he saw you dressed in a cute tiny white nightgown. logan was positive that you were the closest he will ever get to meeting an angel.

the material ends high up on your thighs and he swears that in this light he can see the outline of your nipples, watching how they pebble from the cool air in the hallway.

"it's just cravings." he finally answers, tearing his eyes off of your pretty shape.

the moment logan makes eye contact with you, you notice how the color changed from a light hazel to bordering black. he looked hungry. you've heard of this before, a feral state that mutants like him enter every six months or so and if you knew better, you would run.

"anything i can help you with?" you ask, batting your long lashes up at him.

"it's real dirty work, princess." logan warns, restraining himself from jumping at the opportunity.

"i don't mind." you tell him. in that moment, a familiar aroma hits him. "i wanna help you, logan."

normally, logan wouldn't let things get this far. sure, the two of you have made sly flirty comments in the past but it's never gone past just words.

he watches you walk back into your room, keeping the door open for him.

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your bedroom was damn near exactly how logan pictured it. soft earth toned colors, pretty sheets, messy desk with all the paperwork you two do together. most importantly, it smelled like you. not your perfume or whatever candle you lit earlier. this was different.

"logan..." your voice pulls him back to reality. "tell me what you want me to do."

so considerate. logan thinks to himself as he watches you sit with your knees against the mattress and look up at him like a dog looking at its owner, waiting for an order.

without a warning, logan crashes his lips against yours. it hot and messy how he almost swallows you whole. both of you have waited forever for this moment.

logan lays you flat on the mattress, not breaking the kiss. your teeth bite down on his bottom lip at the small thud. you go to whisper an apology but it's covered by logan's loud groaning.

he take this opportunity to grind against you, only covered in a pair of matching white panties. if he was in a clearer head space, he would've thought this was planned.

"u-uh, please." you whimper against his lips, lifting your hips a little to meet his.

it's quite cute how pathetic you look right now. struggling for more. logan latches his lips to your neck, leaving dark maroon bites behind as he moves further south.

at the waistband of your panties, logan nips at the skin on your hipbone, leaving behind a pretty mark to match the others. he craved to be closer to you. pressing his nose into the wet patch and inhaling sharply, grunting at your essence.

a loud squeal falls from your lips as you lazily try to push him away. too embarrassed by the lewd action. nonetheless, logan refuses to move until he's had enough. licking over the cotton and making out with your covered cunt.

"l-logan!" you gasp as he flips you over on your belly with your ass in the air.

the sound of the material ripping fills the room. this was better than logan could've imagined. the sight of your throbbing cunt as it cries for his attention, and only his.

"prettiest fuckin' pussy i've ever seen." he marvels under his breath. "gonna let me use it how i please, princess?"

"mhm." you nod, trying to look back at him. "it's yours, lo."

your words send him on a spiral, he sinks you down on his tongue so he can fuck you at his pace. exploring your walls and reveling in your taste. no dessert in the world could compare to you.

logan grinds against your mattress, desperately seeking relief. not that he's complaining. he's more than happy with his position; and so are you.

there will be bruises on your hips tomorrow, without a doubt because of how tightly logan's gripping your hips. keeping you right where he wants you to be.

"n-need more, please." you moan, fists balling up the sheets.

"what a greedy fuckin' baby." logan says, pulling off of a second to replace his tongue with two thick fingers, stretching you out for him.

pretty little 'uh, uh, uh's' spill from your lips every time you bounce back on logan's fingers. he's hypnotized by the way you manage to coat his finger with your slick. dripping down his palm and onto your sheets.

"look 'atcha, sweetheart." he mutters, doubtful that you can hear him over the obscene sounds coming from your pussy. "struggling to take my fingers. gotta stretch ya' for my cock. think you can take it?"

"mhm!" you answer, feeling a trail of kisses on the back of your thighs as logan speeds up his thrusts, locating your sweet spot with ease.

there's a warmth of pleasure that washes over you. it's different than anything else you've experienced. before you could even figure it out, you to gush all over logan's hand and the sheets.

"she's squeezing me so damn tight." he growls, watching as your pussy spasms from overstimulation, practically knocking the wind out of you. logan has to fight off cumming in his jeans as he licks up your release.

once logan allows you to catch your breath, you turn and say, "i've never um, never done that before."

"fuck." logan curses, smacking his palm down on your ass. "it won't be the last time tonight."

the sound of logan undoing his belt echos in the room. lining the head up to your entrance and slowly sinking into you. your eyes roll back into your head at the stretch. similar to a cat, you arch your back and purr at the feeling.

"f-feel so full." you moan as he picks up his pace.

"that's it, princess." he grunts, moving his hand down your back and wrapping it into your hair. "tell me how good it feels."

and you don't waste a single second to do so.

"you're s-so big, can feel you e-everywhere." you reply in between heavy breaths.

the hand wrapped in your hair tugs you forward so your back is against his chest. with his lips pressed against your ear, he mutters, "everywhere, huh?"

you nod, digging your nails into his thighs with each thrust. his other hand travels from your breast to your lower torso underneath the nightgown. your eyes shoot open as soon as he lightly pushes down.

"can you feel me right here?" he asks, slowing down his strokes for you to focus.

when you don't respond right away, the hand in your hair moves to your jaw, gripping it and angling your gaze down to the large bulge in your belly. you always knew logan was larger than the average man but you didn't even think this was possible.

"y-yes!" you whimper loudly, needing him to go faster.

logan's not religious by any means but in that moment, he wishes he could personally thank god for everyone being gone tonight. he can't imagine having to muffle your little moans right now while he starts pounding back into you.

"gimme kiss, please?" you whisper in between the lewd wet smacks of his heavy balls against your ass.

how could logan turn down his sweet girl? even while being ruined, you still managed to use your manners.

the two of you sloppily make out, exploring each other. he swallows all the whimpers you let out against his lips. except the one from when logan pulls back.

"what are you–?"

"open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me." logan demanded, staring down at you like a feral animal.

you obey, opening up for him like he asks. logan spits on top your tongue, feeling your tight cunt flutter around him. clenching at the taste of him.

"swallow." he says, watching you do so. "what a good girl."

"i'm so f-fucking close, lo." your head falls back against his shoulder as your vision turns white, stars behind your eye lids.

"me too." logan warns. " 'ya gonna let me fill you up, sweetheart? bet you wanna be full of me, to carry my seed? isn't that right?"

he knows you're too far gone, babbling incoherent sentences and soft pleas. the tiny, "mhm" and head nod give him the okay to cum inside you.

"s-shit!" he curses. "you're so tight, practically suffocating me, baby."

his orgasm triggers another for you, milking him until both of you are struggling for air. the room felt like the inside of a sauna and reeks of sex.

"got another one in you, pretty girl?" logan asks, slowly pulling out of you.

"y-yeah." you answer, letting him move you how he wanted.

logan slips your nightgown off of you and lays you down on your back again. this time fully taking in your form. every curve, dimple and scar. he makes sure to pay your breasts some attention, taking one in his mouth and massages the other, pinching and rolling your nipple until your whining. desperately you attempt to rub your pussy against his abs, gaining very little friction from it.

if he wasn't in this rut, he would've taken more time to appreciate this. next time he will.

you open up for him again and he slips in with ease. logan brings your thighs to your chest, folding you in half.

"harder, please." you beg, staring up at him with those wide eyes that he's a sucker for.

"i don't want to hurt you, baby." he grunts, trying to restrain himself.

"i can take it, lo." you tell him, stroking his cheek with your much smaller thumb. "i know you need it right now."

instead of answering with words, logan bends down and kisses you in a more tender way than before. as soon as he picks up his thrusts, you tug softly at his locks, making his hips stir and lose rhythm for a second.

"you like it rough, don't 'ya, princess?" he grunts in your neck while his thumb moves to rub circles on your clit. "fuck, my cum is just spilling out of you."

a tear rolls down your cheek, only further encouraging logan. licking up the salty tear before it falls off your skin. never in your life have you felt so dirty.

"please, need to feel you logan." you whimper and he knows exactly what you mean.

"don't worry, baby. i'm close." he says, feeling you flutter around him.

logan's gaze stays locked on where the two of you are connected, watching him slide in and out of you. almost drooling at the image of his cock in your stomach.

within minutes, you're soaking his cock like you did his fingers. slick landing all over logan's sculpted torso. your fingers gather some before bringing them to his lips, letting him lick them clean.

a loud animalistic growl signals his release, painting your walls again for the second time tonight.

both of you lay stuck together. neither ready to let go of each other just yet. on the floor, you notice something light blue peaking out of the back pocket of his discarded jeans.

"so that's where my panties went?" you giggle, capturing logan's attention.

"yeah..." his voice raspy and deeper than usual. "sorry 'bout that, sweetheart."

"it's okay." you reply. "but next time that you get these 'cravings', come to me and i'll help y–"

logan cuts you off on with the rock of his hips and the wet slosh of your ruined cunt. before you can even moan, he's grabbed your white panties next to you and shoves them in your mouth.

fuck, he should've come to you sooner.

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[aiseuki]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓 | peter parker — chapter one.

READ IT ON... WATTPAD or AO3

───── Heather Fitzpatrick has no use for heroes, least of all Spider-Man—the poster boy for feel-good justice that never reaches Brooklyn’s forgotten streets. As Maverick, she takes matters into her own hands, doling out justice with fists first and questions later. Heroes chase headlines; Heather chases results. But when alien-tech weapons flood the city, turning New York into a war zone, even her brutal brand of vigilantism isn’t enough to hold back the tide.

Heather has no choice but to team up with the one hero she trusts the least. Spider-Man may represent everything she despises, but if they can’t find a way to work together, Brooklyn’s survival hangs by a thread. As enemies become allies, Heather is forced to confront the limits of her own code—and what it truly means to be a hero.

SNEAK PEEK

Heather had a sneaking suspicion that the universe treated her life like a science experiment—one of those middle school projects where the kid with zero regard for ethical boundaries decides to see how much caffeine a hamster can handle before it keels over. If there was a cosmic scientist, they were definitely prodding her limits just for kicks. And honestly? She was teetering dangerously close to the edge.

Exhibit A: She had slept through her alarm. Again. To be fair, patrolling the streets of Brooklyn at ungodly hours wasn’t exactly conducive to the eight-hours-a-night wellness influencers kept preaching about. Add in the ever-growing collection of bruises she’d been racking up lately, and yeah, her body had every reason to revolt. But still. Did it have to betray her this spectacularly? She only woke up when Valentina barged into her apartment, key in hand, with all the subtlety of a marching band practicing a halftime routine.

"Morning, sunshine!" Valentina chirped, framed in the doorway like a judgmental guardian angel with combat boots and an unshakeable sense of purpose. “Why am I not surprised you’re still in bed?”

Heather groaned, her voice muffled by the fortress of blankets she had cocooned herself in. "I’m conserving energy. You know, for life-threatening emergencies."

Valentina rolled her eyes, a gesture so exaggerated it practically made a sound. Within minutes, they fell into their usual rhythm—that unspoken choreography reserved for best friends and platonic soulmates. Valentina disappeared into Heather’s room to change into her school uniform while Heather dragged herself into the bathroom to confront the horror show waiting in the mirror.

And what a look it was.

Her reflection could’ve inspired a whole new subgenre of horror films: “Post-Apocalyptic Teen Vigilante, Part IV.” Tangled hair that had likely achieved sentience, dark circles that raccoons would envy, and the pièce de résistance—a vibrant purple bruise blooming around her left eye. Last night’s "light scuffle" (read: an all-out brawl with a guy who clearly mistook himself for Batman) had left her looking less like a competent crime-fighter and more like the before photo in a particularly grim makeover montage.

By the time Heather reemerged, half-dressed and wielding a tube of concealer that had been reduced to a stubby, battle-scarred warrior, Valentina was already in the kitchen. She was flipping pancakes like she’d been summoned to a Food Network competition, her movements precise and smugly efficient. The kitchen itself—a relic from Heather’s childhood—seemed to sigh under the weight of nostalgia. The tiny table, scarred with crayon marks and stray glitter from long-abandoned craft projects, had once seated a family of three. Back when her mom’s laughter still filled the room and her dad still cared about things like toaster ovens and being emotionally available.

Now, it was just Heather and Valentina. The honorary sister who lived next door and single-handedly kept Heather from spiraling into full-blown chaos.

Heather slid into the chair across from Valentina, whose pancakes were annoyingly perfect, golden discs that practically gleamed with smugness. She stabbed one with her fork, her stomach growling in betrayal. "You know," she said between bites, "you could’ve been a little less dramatic with the wake-up call."

And from that, the day spiraled. First, the toaster decided to stage its final rebellion, popping out charred crumbs instead of toast. Then Heather ran out of concealer halfway through trying to camouflage the bruise on her face, leaving her looking like she’d either been in a bar fight or had a very unfortunate run-in with a rogue paintball.

Cue a frantic pharmacy run for the cheapest concealer they could find (spoiler: it wasn’t great), a pit stop at the sandwich shop down the street (because the day was already bad enough without having to resort to school's lunch), and an emergency online order for a new toaster. By the time they finally made it to the subway station, they were running so late that “fashionably” didn’t even begin to cover it.

But of course, when a day starts badly, it has no choice but to double down.

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