#nano thought wearing his coat would help in making her look tall so that she could actually pass by the guard in the theatre

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Chess. Chapter 6

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.

TW: Violence, language, sexual themes, blood

(This story is obviously non-canon, i.e. Diablo and GQ, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.)

“St. Roch, Louisiana. We’re staying in our own backyard”. Flag was reading from a tablet; as we were taken through a long hallway, leading from the cellblock, to what seemed to be a large garage.

I had a guards pistol aimed at me, as it’s owner followed my every move, with cold eyes.

I had spent the rest the day before, trying to wrap my mind around my new situation.

I was officially a prisoner at Belle Reve – a high security penitentiary, in the sweatiest asscrack of the Louisiana swamps. I was there for the kidnapping and assault of judge Jeremiah Kelper. 

The assault and maiming had been of such a horrible nature, that I was committed to this facility, without trial. My conviction was a formality, as I apparently confessed to the guards of Belle Reve, the night of my arrival.

I was to serve life, without parole.

There was no mention of the incident in Wayne Tower in my file.

Unofficially, I was the newest member of Task Force X, a top-secret group of meta-humans, and people with exceptional skills, required to complete missions of a classified nature.

These individuals also happened to all be convicted felons, and the scum of the earth.

There was Floyd Lawton; a.k.a. Deadshot. The man who never missed a shot. During dinner – sloppy joes, yum… – he’d shown me a picture of a cute 8 year old girl, who had his eyes.

“She’s a bit older now, writes me every day. She just got an A on her biology report!”, he’d exclaimed proudly. It was clear Floyd loved his daughter, more than anything.

Killer Croc – Waylon Jones. He was huge, terrifying; and made me feel safer than I had in weeks, just by his presence. Croc – as he insisted on being called – had won me over, by calling me cher’.

I’d talked to him about Sammy, and recounted some of the trucker stories he’d told me.

After Croc’d told me he’d once eaten a truckdriver, he said: “I’m glad it wasn’t your boss. He seems like a decent guy”.

I’d been surprised by the gentle and kind demeanor of Chato Santana; or, Diablo, as they called him. I’d seen a videoclip on the news once, of him torching a group of inmates at a prison he was held at. I thought he’d be a hothead – pun intended – but he turned out to be calm and remorseful about his violent past.

Harley. Now, she was a different story. She was about as calm as a puppy on poppers. She also seemed to have no remorse for anything she’d done, as the sidekick and girlfriend of the Joker. I was equal parts terrified and enthralled by her person.

She’d spent most of the rest of the day, singing lullabies to a picture of a hyena, and doing her nails. Once, she’d disappeared for about an hour, before returning to her former activities, with a satisfied smile plastered over her pretty face.

We soon discovered what Harley had been doing, when the napping Digger Harkness – Captain Boomerang, the australian – suddenly screamed; jumping up and down, scratching at his body.

“Ants! Bloody fire ants!”, he’d yelped with a shrill voice; running towards the bathroom.

He’d returned a while later, shaking his coat, and sending the giggling Harley a deadly look. His arms and neck were covered in tiny and angry red welts; that he’d scratched at for the rest of the day.

This was my new family. I was very aware that none of us had chosen to be here, but it seemed that we were all determined to make the best of it, until such an opportunity arose, that we’d be able to leave.

Apparently, Harley had tried to run multiple times – even having made it back to the Clown; and stayed of the grid for a few months, before arriving back at Belle Reve, with a pair of roller skates, and a taxidermized beaver.

I didn’t know when or if I’d be able to escape; so for now, I decided to settle in.

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In the middle of the large garage stood a helicopter the size of a tank. In front of it stood six crates; each of our names written on the side of one of them.

The rest of the squad seemed to know the procedure. They opened their crates, and dug through them. Flag paced back and forth in front of us, carrying a machinegun.

“You know the deal”, he hollered. “Three weapons. Two ranged, one for close combat. Croc and Diablo, you are both the exceptions”. No weapons for them, I guessed.

“Oy, colonel”, Digger called.

“No, Digger”, Flag answered, before the aussie had a chance to ask. “Boomerangs do not count as close range, though they can be used as such. You bring two. No more”. Digger cursed under his breath.

They’d all been through this before. I couldn’t help but feel like it was the first day of school, and that I’d forgotten my backpack at home.

“You alright?”, Floyd asked from behind me.

“Yeah”, I answered. “It’s just…new. How do you do this? How do you work for these people, who treat you like shit, and then demand that you risk your lives for them?”. I bent to open my crate, and started going through the equipment in it.

“Look”, said Floyd. “Ain’t none of us here who wants to be here. Except for maybe Harley”, he smiled, and looked at the person in question.

She was swinging an oversized fairground hammer, almost knocking over a soldier who was busy checking out her ass.

“We do this, because we have to, for one reason or another”. He looked at me seriously. “I’m here for my little girl. Every time I finish one of these missions, I’m one step closer to seeing her again; and to show her that her daddy’s not a monster”.

I pulled out my jacket, stood up, and looked at it.

“You find whatever reason you need to do this, but make sure it’s important enough, not just to survive for, but to live for”, Floyd finished, patted my shoulder, and walked away.

I sighed and returned to my crate. I had no idea what in my life was important enough to live for at this point.

I didn’t have a family to protect or impress. That had all ended after Hatter had entered my life.

Sammy… he was a friend, but he’d be better of if I didn’t return. Ever.

That left my cats. But they were fine where they were.

So what?

I was interrupted in my train of thought by Flag, who suddenly appeared next to me.

“Hey. You need to get ready. Liftoff in 10”.

“Sir, yes, sir”, I retorted, and rolled my eyes.

I went behind a tall crate to change into my outfit. Leggings, top, boots, jacket; and finally, my claws. I tested the knives once, against the crate in front of me, carving through the thin metal easily.

Retracting the claws, I went to join the others.

Flag stopped me before I had a chance to enter the chopper with the rest of the crew.

“One last thing, Chess”, he said, and pulled out a strange looking harness, made out of some synthetic material and wires.

“What’s that?”, I asked, skeptically.

“This is an armed device, that will explode, should you decide to… smile, without being ordered to do so, by myself”.

I looked him, dumbfounded. “You’re gonna blow me up if I go invisible?”, I guffawed.

“No”, he answered. “I’ll blow that nano-bomb in your neck if you try to run away. This device will explode on it’s own, whenever its sensors recognize that you are using your powers”.

I shook my head, confused.

“If I’m not here to do that, then why am I here?”.

Flag used a strange key to unlock the harness.

“After what happened yesterday…” he started. I interrupted him.

“You mean when I didn’t run away?”, I spat.

He was unmoved by my exclamation.

“After what happened yesterday”, he repeated, “Waller seems to think it would be better if I take control of when you should… do your thing. You’ll be able to make things you touch invisible, as usual; but you cannot disappear yourself”.

He held up the newest addition to my outfit, to let me put it on.

“From now on, you will be wearing this whenever you are not in your cell. I can disarm the device at any time, for as long as I deem necessary”.

I stepped back, shaking my head.

“No”.

Flag frowned.

“Put it on”, he said, a slight edge to his voice.

“No”, I repeated, and crossed my arms in front of me.

Flag exhaled through his nose.

“Put it on, or I’ll put it on you myself”, he growled. I tilted my head, and raised my eyebrows at him.

“Is that a promise?”, I asked.

He raised his chin, and looked down at me.

“I can have one of GQs men do it”.

I ripped the harness from his hands, and begun to put it on; trying to figure out where each strap was supposed to go.

There were two straps, one going over each shoulder. One strap went around my torso, from my back to my front. Holding it all together, was one last strap, starting from my back, going down between my legs, and connecting with the others, on the middle of my chest.

Flag grabbed the straps in front of me, connecting them to a round disc, with a small red light in the middle. He tightened the harness as much as he could, making me bump against him; and locked the disc with the key.

“You go invisible; you die. You try to take it off; you die. You even think of trying to steal the key, guess what…”.

“I die?”, I jestered.

“You die”, he answered.

I tried to move around in the strange contraption.

“How am I supposed to pee in this?”, I asked angrily.

“We’ll climb that mountain when we get to it”, he answered, and turned his back to me, walking away.

“Old Fashioned”, I called after him. He turned around.

“What?”, he asked.

“If you’re gonna ride me this hard, it’s only polite to buy me a drink”, I said; turned my back to him, and walked away to join the squad.

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Landing in St. Roch, our first destination was an old gas station just outside of town. It was abandoned by its owners; probably due to the explosions going off less than a mile away.

“You have your orders”, Flag called. “We go in discretely, locate our target, and take them out”.

“It’s probably going to be more complicated than that”, Diablo muttered next to me. Croc growled in agreement.

“You know, Flag, we’d probably be even more discrete, if you didn’t have Y/N here tied up like a Christmas ham”, Floyd smirked at him.

Flag frowned.

“This is Chess’ first mission. Let her find her legs before we throw her into it”, he said. “Let’s head out!”.

“Someone’s got a crush”, Harley said in a singsong voice, skipping past me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, I asked.

Digger chuckled, and followed her.

“She means, he wants a gander at your map of Tassie”, he winked back at me, and took a swig of the can of beer he’d taken from one of the fridges in the small store.

I shook my head, and feeling a machinegun between my shoulders – I was just thrilled that the Tweedles had joined us on this little fieldtrip – I followed the rest of the group.

Sneaking past a checkpoint – Floyd taking out the inhabitants from afar – we made our way downtown.

I heard crying from behind a dumpster, and stopped to see what it was. A young woman was hiding behind it; shaking in fear.

“Are you ok?”, I asked, reaching a hand towards her.

“Chess!”, Flag called, from a few yards away. “Get your ass over here”.

“She might need help”, I said, and stepped towards the crying woman.

She recoiled from my touch.

“No! Please leave me alone!”, she cried.

Floyd came up behind me.

“She’s afraid of us, Chess”, he said. “Just leave her alone”. He went back to the group, who continued down the street, leaving me alone with Flag and the terrified woman.

I backed away from her, a lump in my throat. Turning around, I walked up to Flag, trying desperately to hold back tears. Behind me, I heard the woman get up, and run down the street, away from us.

I looked up at Flag.

“I wasn’t going to hurt her”, I said quietly.

“I know”, he said shortly. “But she doesn’t”. He made to touch my shoulder; but changed his mind, straightened his back, and turned around.

“Let’s go, kitten”.

We joined the others.

“That was quick”, Harley smiled. “It’s ok, colonel. It happens to all men”.

“Lady, I will rip your pigtails off with my bare hands”, he growled at her, stomping to the front of the group.

“Never happened to me”, Croc winked at Harley, who beamed back at him.

Another checkpoint. Digger took care of this one.

Huddling up behind a couple of cars, we finally saw our target. A lieutenant of Ra’s Al Ghul, who had been stirring up trouble, laying the groundwork for a new stronghold for his master. They had chosen to set up shop in the town square; having tied up a group of around 10 hostages to a statue in the middle.

Flag started barking orders in a hushed voice.

“Alright. Floyd, you got the roofs. Keep in radio contact”. It was clear he trusted Floyd more than the rest of the group.

“Croc, see that van? Make sure anyone in it, and in the immediate vicinity of it, don’t have the chance to warn the target”. Croc went down on all fours, and disappeared into a nearby shrubbery.

“Diablo and Digger. I want you on each side of that building. If they do spot us; I want you to bottleneck them into that alley”, he said, pointing in the direction he meant. “GQ, you and your men join them. One on the flame, two on boomer”. Digger scoffed at the nickname.

“Harley; I want you… actually you just do whatever it is you do, without giving the rest of us away”, he sighed at her.

“Sure thing, boss”, she mock-saluted him. “Go team!”.

“You got your orders. Go!”, he finished; and the group scattered, each to their assigned positions.

“What am I supposed to do?”, I asked, feeling slightly left over.

“You stay on me”, he answered, and looked through his binoculars.

A few minutes went by. Hearing a growl from the direction of Crocs assigned post, I saw blood spatter on the inside of the windows of the van.

I heard Harleys voice yelling; “Batter up!”, followed by a clank and a loud scream.

Some of the lieutenants soldiers began scrambling.

“Goddamnit, Quinn!”, Flag cussed. “You! Stay here!”, he growled at me, and ran in the direction of Harleys voice, leaving behind his binoculars. I picked them up, and looked through them.

In the square, the soldiers were rigging up chains and wires around the hostages. Connected to the wires were multiple red sticks I recognized from movies I’d seen. Dynamite.

I looked in the direction Flag had gone. He and Harley were arguing quietly behind a bus.

I looked back at the town square. Our target was walking back and forth in front of the hostages, ranting about something I couldn’t make out.

I tried zooming in with the binoculars. Military tech for the win, I thought, and looked through them again.

In his hand, the lieutenant was holding what seemed to be a tablet. Large numbers read 5:00. The bastard walked up to a teenage boy, who had a stick of dynamite strapped to his chest. He put his hand on his cheek, and said something to him, that made the boy break down in tears. He then pressed a button on the screen. The numbers began to count down.

4:59.

4:58.

4:57…

Fuck!, I thought, and threw the binoculars on the ground.

Reminded of my harness, I rolled my eyes. Ok. So I couldn’t smile. But I did know how to move quietly and quickly. I pulled up my hood, and closed my jacket.

I snuck forward. I heard a gunshot and a grunt behind me, and looked back; seeing an enemy soldier on the ground, a bullet hole right between his eyes. Thanks, Floyd, I smiled up at the roof of a nearby building, seeing Deadshots white hood disappear back into the darkness.

I moved forward again, hiding behind a truck. A stone landed on the ground next to me; and looking in the direction of the thrower, I saw Flag waving at me.

“Get back!”, he mouthed at me angrily. I shook my head, and looked towards the hostages. Continuing forward, I suddenly heard a beep. Looking down, I saw the light on the disc on my chest turn from red to green.

Looking back at Flag – his wrist raised, pushing some buttons on what looked like a watch – I smirked, and nodded at him. Thanks, I thought.

A purr moving through my body; I smiled.

Readying my claws, I ran towards the square. A soldier looked in my direction, having heard my movement, but unable to see me. Oops. Quietly now, I thought, and scaled a car next to him, making as little sound as I could.

I saw Digger and the Tweedles running towards a group of soldiers exiting a building. They finished them of quickly, but not before having drawn enough attention to make the lieutenant aware of their presence.

He yelled something I couldn’t I understand, and dropped the tablet he had been holding.

Gunfire sounded, and I ran faster, making my way to the group of hostages.

I reappeared, startling a few of the hostages who screamed at me.

Picking up the tablet from the ground, I desperately began pushing the screen, trying to make the countdown stop.

2:35.

2:34.

2:33…

There was no way I could stop the detonation.

I spun around, ran to the statue, and began pulling at the wires.

“You’ll make it go off!”, the teenage boy from before shouted at me.

I ran to the back of the statue, finding a simple lock, holding together the two ends of the chain intertwined with the wires.

This I can handle, I smiled, and got out my kit.

I managed to break two of the lockpicks, my hands shaking from the stress of the situation. I looked at the tablet on the ground.

1:01.

1:00.

0:59…

Taking a deep breath, I gave it one more try. Please, please, please!.

The lock opened.

I grabbed one end of the chain, and ran with it around the statue, releasing the hostages. The teenage boy carefully pulled at the tape that held the stick of dynamite to his chest, and put the red stick gingerly on the ground.

“Thanks!”, he smiled at me, and ran. I smiled after him.

An elderly woman was having trouble keeping up with the others.

0:37.

0:36.

0:35…

“Just go on”, she yelled at me.

“No!”, I answered, and ran to put her arm around my neck. Stumbling a few steps forward, the woman was suddenly lifted from the ground, screaming, as Croc – with a smile plastered across his gruesome face – ran to safety, the old woman hanging over his shoulder.

We did it!, I thought, and went to run after him.

Someone grabbed my leg, holding me in place. Looking down, I saw the lieutenant – a gash across his face, and a gunshot to his chest – laughing up at me. His strong hands were holding on to my leg, making it impossible for me to move.

I looked towards the group waiting for me at a safe distance. The hostages were continuing down the street, running towards sirens and blinking lights.

0:15.

0:14.

0:13…

Flag screamed something at me, Edwards and his soldiers holding him back.

I yanked at my leg, desperately trying to get the dying man to let me go.

0:09.

0:08.

0:07…

I lifted my fist and screamed; cutting through my captors arm. He let go with a yelp; and I ran.

0:03.

0.02.

0:01…

0:00.....

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Karmiro Week 2k19 Day 1: “Missing Him/Missing Her”

I made this fanfic as quickly as possible! Happy Karmiro week!

Day 1: Confession/Future

It was a beautiful spring day in San Fransokyo, and Hiro Hamada was approaching the train station by way of Shimamoto street.

 To most, this was a normal sight: A 14 year old child prodigy with black as graphite bangs and a tooth gap that made all the girls squeal.

 Quite why they did that still boggled Hiro, but there were some things even a child prodigy couldn’t figure out.

 Girls, am I right?

 Oh, yeah, sorry.

 Anyway, Hiro was walking down the street, looking a little chipper than he had in a few months.

 6 months to be exact.

 6 months, 4 days, 4 hours and 23 minutes, to be precise.

 Not that he was keeping track.

 Not that he had been keeping so much track that Go Go had to put the power dex on to wrestle him out there one night.

 Ahem.

 Moving on.

 The sky was clear, but Hiro’s thoughts were not.

 This was a normal occurrence, as an SFIT Student/Superhero/Teenager, but Hiro had, for once, different thoughts on his mind.

 He would have LOVED to be focused on villains, homework and what he was going to do Friday night.

 But…

 She was coming back.

 SHE was coming back.

 She was coming BACK.

 Granted, for a short visit of a weekend, but…

 SHE.

 WAS.

 COMING.

 BACK.

 And…

 “Your heartbeat is growing in a rapid state and your hormones levels are rising…”

 Ah, I knew I forgot something. I guess I’m just used to him being there, I forgot to mention him.

 It’s kind of obvious, no?

 …

 What do you mean it isn’t? He’s always there!

 Whatever, just let me finish the story! Jeez, everyone’s a critic!

 “Baymax, not the time!”, Hiro said, his head turning left and right, hoping no one overheard the medical analysis.

 “I diagnose you with… Happiness. But… A sad happiness.”

 Great, he was doing the finger pointing thing. That usually meant he was right.

 “…Look, buddy, I’m just trying to find the station, ok?”

 Hiro was approaching it now, but his mind was such a mess that he had nearly taken the wrong turn.

 “I’m not usually like this…”, he thought, not liking this lack of control.

 Hiro was used to being totally in control.

 With a push of some keys and the writing of some programs, he could upgrade Big Hero 6’s armor just like that.

 Give him a few nights and a couple dozen bags of gummy bears, and he could build incredible nano technology.

 Even at the worst of situations, a good plan and Tadashi’s guidance was all Hiro needed to keep San Fransokyo safe.

 But if there was one thing Hiro didn’t know how to control, it was his emotions.

 And right now, they were running in every single direction, driving him insane.

 Feelings of loss, longing, reunion, excitement, dread, joy, despair, anger, solitude, hope and even…

 Wait, no, not that, definitely not that!

 But whatever it was, it was making Hiro’s heart practically leap out of his chest as he neared the station, his brain constantly going “Any minute you’re going to see her!” “Any moment you’re going to see her arrive!” “ANY MOMENT, HIRO, WATCH OUT FOR THAT…”

 BONK!

 …That lamp post.

 Hiro fell to the ground and rubbed his nose.

 He felt embarrassed already, and she hadn’t even showed up yet.

 Great. Now his face was even redder.

 This couldn’t get…

 “You have fallen.”

 Never mind.

 “On a scale of 1-10, how would you…”

 Hiro clambered up, getting his balance back.

 “Buddy, seriously, not now. She’s almost here and… You know what? Can you give us some time alone?”

 Hiro didn’t like sidelining Baymax, but this was sort of a personal and private affair.

 He did NOT need Baymax to spout out some puberty stuff.

 Though it could make her laugh.

 …God how he had missed that laugh.

 He had heard it here and there on the webcam conversations, but he wanted to hear it face to face.

 Her face.

 Her incredible face…

 No. No.

 Stay focused.

 “If it improves your condition, I will gladly move aside, Hiro.”

 Hiro couldn’t help but smile at that.

 “…Thanks, Baymax.”

 Baymax was a machine, so he couldn’t truly express emotion, but Hiro swore he heard affection in the words “Always, Hiro.”

But Hiro had to think of other things now.

 Like how she’s almost here.

 She’s almost here.

 She’s almost here.

 She’s almost…

 The sound of train tracks click clacking reverberated in his ears as a bullet train sped down, so fast it was that Hiro could barely register it.

 But he saw the number on the door.

 He had memorized that number: 99.

 He could say it in his sleep.

 According to Honey Lemon, he had said it in his sleep once during one of the gang’s sleepovers, so that wasn’t an exaggeration.

 So there!

 I guess.

 “…”

 Hiro didn’t even know what to say, his heart beating so hard he could barely hear the doors open.

 His mouth felt dry and his breath short.

 Would she look different?

 Would she sound different?

 Would she… Be different?

 Would she smile?

 Frown?

 Would…

 Did…

 Did she miss him?

 As much as he had missed her?

 Hiro had been kidnapped by supervillians, yet this was somehow scarier.

 After what felt like an eternity, she stepped out.

 She looked the same, but there was some clear dampness on her cheeks.

 She had been crying.

 Her eyes hadn’t located him yet, a crowd of people still blocking him from her sight.

 She was also looking to the wrong direction, left, then right, searching…

 For him?

 He hoped.

 Suddenly, her eyes locked with his.

 His eyes locked with her, how could they not, what else was there to look at?

 They locked eyes with each other…

 And…

 “HIRO!”, Karmi screamed with joy, practically running at the robotics expert.

 Hiro smiled, but for some reason, what had been a shy smile turned cocky…

 Odd.

 Karmi leapt at his feet, tears of joy running down. “I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, MY DARLING!”

 Her voice was different, almost like she was being voiced by someone else.

 And it wasn’t just Karmi’s voice that was different: Her whole body seemed to turn small, cute and anime esque.

 What’s the term? Chibi! Yes, that!

 Hiro was also different, adopting massive abs and a cleft in his chin.

 He was also 12 foot tall.

 So there was that.

 “Oh, hey Karmi. Didn’t see you there.”, he said, his long flowing locks blowing in the wind.

 Kamri, heats in her eyes, leapt up to his face excitedly, a wild and loving grin on her face.

 “Oh, Hiro! All this time away from you made me realize how much I love you, you gorgeous, genius hunk you!”

 She fawned over him, her giant eyelashes batting.

 “You’re so smart and hot and cool and kind! Even Tadashi is proud of you!”

 Karmi then held his face in her hands, magic in her voice.

 “I LOVE YOU, HIRO HAMADA!”

 She then planted a huge kiss on his lips, and there was a parade of musicians, and it rained gummy bears, and everyone agreed that there was no one like Hiro, and Professor Granvile did the cha cha cha.

 “And that’s how your mother and I got together!”, an older, now grown up Hiro proudly announced, sinking back in his chair.

 He was still dressed about the same, but his hair was a bit longer, his body more defined, and he had a Big Hero 6 jacket on his shoulders.

 But that twinkle was still there.

 It would never leave.

 “Daddy, did that really happen? It sounds kind of… Wrong.”

 A little girl, Tamashii, with a ponytail and an adorable tooth gap, wearing a T-Shirt with Big Hero 6’s members on it, sat on the floor and gave her father a quizzical look.

 SURELY none of that had happened!

 Hiro smiled that smug grin of his and lifted his leg over another, not noticing the figure approaching him.

 “Oh, it SO did happen, my koibito.”

 “Oh, really?”

 Standing over Hiro, towering over him as ever, was Karmi.

 A taller, even higher Karmi, with her hair down and her lab coat confidently placed on her shoulders.

 She looked most the same, but there was peace in her heart, something she so sorely lacked in the past.

 She was also better at taking jokes, as she smiled at Hiro with a questioning grin.

 Hiro sheepishly smiled back. “Oh, Karmi! I didn’t see you there!”

 He pointed at Tamashii, who was enjoying the entertainment before her.

 “Oh, Tamashii here was just asking me about when we confessed our feelings to each other.”

 Karmi cocked an eyebrow, still taking it all in good humor. “I heard.”

 She then knelt down and playfully ruffled his hair. “But I get the feeling that you’re misremembering some things, Genius boy.”

 Hiro rolled his eyes, a flirtatious grin on his face. “Will you ever stop calling me that?”

 Karmi cockily grinned. “Well… No, since it’s meaning has changed since we first met.”

 She blushed now, and Hiro now smiled at his favorite sight in the world: His wife smiling.

 But he was going to enjoy his joke as much as he could.

 “Well, my light, can you do a better job?”

 “Oh, Hiro…”, Karmi said, pulling him out of the chair and sitting down.

 “I most definitely can!”

 Rewinding!

 The train arrived at the station, and sitting on the seat was a 16 year old bio-tech major with earplugs in her ears and tears running down her eyes.

 …

 6 months, 4 days, 4 hours and 33 minutes.

 Had it been so long ago?

 She was taken advantage of the day before.

 She was turned into a monster the day before.

 She nearly hurt her… Friend the day before.

 But somehow, despite all that, she remembered it with painful fondness.

 How could she not?

 It was the day she got her first real friend.

 And she hadn’t forgotten him.

 She hadn’t forgotten his words.

 His hug.

 His…

 No.

 It couldn’t be that.

 No way!

 …

 And she was definitely not hoping he was so that she could tell him that she definitely felt the same!

 …

 No way!

 Karmi rested her head on the back of her seat, feeling a slight headache.

 “I hate feeling like this.”

 She felt so many things.

 She was sad that she had to leave.

 She was angry that her parents had forced her to.

 She was happy to be back, even for a weekend.

 But mostly, she…

 She missed him.

 She missed him so much.

 She laughed quietly, a fond smile on her face. “I would never have thought I’d feel that in a million years.”

 But it was true.

 The train finally stopped at her station, and Karmi rose out of her seat, trying her best to ignore “Accidentally in Love” ringing in her ears.

 As she saw the doors open, her body entered panic mode.

 What was it going to be like?

 She…

 She had never even had friends, let alone stayed over at their houses!

 She had never had friends to miss, and talk to, and wonder how they were doing, and longingly stare at pictures of them, and wish you could see that precious smile of theirs!

 She had never had that!

 Karmi’s heart pounded like a jackhammer and her eyes darted wildly as she searched for him.

 Where was he?

 Had he forgotten?

 No, he had sent her at text that he was going to the station, he definitely remembered.

 But had he missed the station?

 Had he…

 Had he decided to not come?

 Karmi sighed. “I guess it’s what I deserve.”, she thought as she kept looking for him, only seeing strangers..

 “I never treated him well. Why would he…”

 “KARMI!”, Hiro suddenly screamed, turning Chibi and handing her roses.

 Karmi smiled smugly and accepted them. “Why, thank you, Hiro! It’s pleasant to see you too!”

 “More than pleasant for me, Baby!”, Hiro said, planting a large kiss on her lips and going down on one knee.

 He took her hand and, with his other hand, he retrieved a diamond ring.

 “Karmi… Will you marry me?”

 “THAT did not happen!”

 Hiro now had an annoyed expression on his face, as Karmi innocently smiled back at him.

 “Oh, whatever do you mean, Hiro?”

 She was using that sing songy voice. Hiro didn’t like that!

 “Karmi, you know that I didn’t propose then!”

 Tamashii laughed, enjoying her parents silliness, but she was getting impatient.

 “Mommy, Daddy, why can’t you just tell me the real story?”

 Hiro and Karmi looked back at their daughter and laughed nervously.

 Perhaps they should just tell her the real story.

 “Sorry, Tamashii, Mommy and Daddy just like messing with each other.”, Karmi apologized.

 Hiro laughed. “It took us a long time to actually realize we should just be friends.”

 Karmi lifted Tamashii and kissed her on the forehead, making the girl giggle, and she then placed her on the now seated Hiro.

 Positioned on Hiro’s lap, and staring directly into her mother’s sparkling eyes, Tamashii once again asked how it had happened.

 Hiro and Karmi exchanged blushed looks.

 It was a little different to their previous stories, to say the least:

 Just like before, Hiro watched the people leave the train and just like before, Karmi got off and looked around for him.

 Unlike before, they had something to give each other.

 Unlike before, the reunion was… Different.

 “Where is he?”, Karmi thought, searching and searching.

 Hiro couldn’t say anything: His body was still frozen.

 All he could see was her.

 All he could hear was her.

 All he could feel was her.

 Finally, he got enough strength to say “….Karmi…”

 Karmi, hearing this, turned and…

 “…Hiro…”

 They stood in front of each other, hundreds of strangers passing by them, dozens of sounds playing off their ear drums, but all they could notice was each other.

 “…Hey.”

 “…Hey.”

 Ladies and gentleman, writing romance! It’s easy!

 Hiro and Karmi blushed and smiled at each other, Hiro’s hand instinctively rubbing his hair and Karmi’s hands instinctively protecting her body, as if she had to close herself even from him.

 For a while, they couldn’t say anything.

 It was just incredible to them that the other was even there.

 It felt like a dream after the nightmare of the last 6 months.

 He had… Missed her so much.

 She had… Missed him so much.

 “…How was the trip?”

 “…Good. I liked seeing all the buildings out of the train.”

 “Good.”

 “Good.”

 This wasn’t supposed to be this awkward.

 Was there a way to…

 “You must have really missed me, eh Genius boy?”

 There it was!

 Hiro actually laughed this time, though, and it sent Karmi’s heart a fluttering.

 Had he always had such an amazing smile?

 It was a smile that made her feel like…

 Like it would all be ok.

 He was here.

 Hiro stopped laughing and smugly grinned.

 “I see you haven’t changed a bit.”

 “Thank god”, he thought.

 “Still as perfect as ever in your eyes?”, she asked, continuing the banter.

 Hiro shrugged. “That’s a funny way to say pain in the butt.”

 Once, Karmi would have shouted at him for that insult.

 But today, she could see the humor (and lie) in it.

 So she laughed.

 And Hiro wondered how he had ever lived without it.

 As she stopped laughing, she suddenly noticed that Hiro was taking something out of his backpack.

 She quizzically observed him as he looked up at her, a shy and… Scared look on his face?

 That was new.

 He seemed a little reserved as he picked whatever it was up.

 What could it be…

 “I… I kind of… Made you something.”

 …Oh.

 Oh!

 He immediately backed up. “I mean, like, it’s stupid, it’s just a silly gift, it’s not what it, you know, this is stupid, I shouldn’t have…”

 But Karmi had managed to see what it was.

 And oh, did she see.

 Over the time they had known each other, Hiro had done many surprising and frustrating things, but this had to be the height of it: He had managed to somehow make a plushie of Captain Cutie…

 Giving her a rose.

 Specifically, the rose she had made that had helped heal the virus all the way back then.

 Hiro blushed wildly, wondering what insanity had taken over him to do this.

 “Honey Lemon helped me make this, I just thought that I had never really given your invention the credit it deserves, and I know you like cute stuff, so…”

 Karmi took it and, with awe struck eyes, looked back at him.

 “…Thanks.”

 She smiled that smile he so loved.

 And after taking a moment to register that, he smiled back.

 “…You’re welcome.”

 Karmi then looked very flushed as she took her backpack out.

 “Um… This is going to be a little weird, but…”

 Hiro couldn’t help but smile (albeit with a massive blush) as Karmi began to take her present out.

 “Great minds think alike, huh?”

 Karmi couldn’t help but blush at that.

 No one…

 No one had ever been like this to her.

 It felt…

 Nice.

 She finally gave it to him.

 “Is… Is that?…”

 A small robot that looked a bit like Hiro’s bot from his bot fighter days shook his pinky and gleefully showed its gift: A heart locket.

 “…A heart locket?”

 Karmi nodded, now feeling very shy.

 “I… I just thought that… If you feel lonely…”

 She then added quietly “Or if I feel lonely…”

 She looked away, blushing. “You can look at this and remember that my half is safely with me… And that we’ll be able to join them together the next time I visit.”

 Hiro took this all in…

 And he closed his eyes…

 And smiled.

 “…Thanks.”

 “…You’re welcome.”, Karmi said, happy that she did it despite her fears.

 Suddenly, both geniuses realized something:

 “You missed me?”

 And then, they both answered at the same time:

 “…Yeah. I did. Every single day.”

 Emotions took over them, as finally being able to see each other after all this time led to…

 A big, squeezy hug.

 They buried themselves in each other’s light, and, overcome with relief, they gazed at each other.

 Suddenly, the two blushed, realizing they were making a scene and showing…

 Gasp! Affection!

 But…

 That didn’t stop them from doing the next thing.

 Their breaths stopped cold, their hearts stopped cold, and their eyes locked as…

 They kissed.

 It wasn’t perfect. In fact, it was quite the small kiss.

 But as they kissed, all the feelings of longing spilled out, the masks finally off as the two were able for the first time to truly show how they felt about each other.

 As they parted, still feeling each other’s warmth, they grinned.

 “…You better not tell any of your friends that we kissed, Genius boy.”

 “As if I would dream of bragging about such a disgusting thing!”

 They laughed and hugged again, now almost slowly rocking each other.

 “I’ve really missed you, Hiro.”

 “I’ve really missed you too, Karmi.”

 And finally, all was right with the world.

  Later that evening, after Tamashii was put to bed, Hiro was overseeing some upgrades to the gang’s armors.

 There were rumors of Momakase (how was she still out there?) planning a bank robbery too, so he may have to head out.

 The rest of the gang was busy, though, so it seemed like he would be the only one going tonight.

 He and Baymax of course.

 He was feeling a little lonely though.

 It was going to be a long night, one that he would spend in the skies instead of his bed.

 With the love of his life.

 Pretty sucky.

 Karmi suddenly showed up behind him and, her arms around his neck, lifted her part of the heart locket.

 “Feeling lonely?”, she whispered, caressing his face.

 Hiro smiled back and held his part of the locket, connecting the pieces together.

 “…Not anymore.”

 It had been 10 years, 4 months, 8 days, 5 hours and 6 minutes since they had gotten together.

 They didn’t feel lonely anymore.

[mattmurdocks-leftbuttcheek]

Undercover p.p. x Nat's younger sister! Reader

This was requested and I put a little twist in it. I'm actually pretty proud of it. I'll be honest I got lazy at the end of it but it's 2,134 words which I'm proud of. I wrote this on mobile so my apologies.

This is about Y/n being assigned to look after Peter while he gets used to being the new Spider-Man. Set in Homecoming.

Y/n smoothed her hair down into a low bun, small tendrils of hair framing her face. She wore a black crop-top with black-washed high-waisted jeans and rainbow vans, a long maroon sweater helped bring everything together. Y/n filled in her eyebrows, put a couple coats of mascara on and lipgloss. She studied herself in the mirror. Could she pass as a regular high school student? She felt she had no choice but to live up to her sisters reputation. Finish the mission, don’t get attached. Simple.

There was a knock on Y/n's door. “Come in,” she called over her shoulder.

Nat walked in with a smile on her face. “Are you nervous?” She asked.

Y/n shook her head no. “I'm pretty confident about this mission Tony put me on. It's highschool. Not a big deal.”

Nat sat on Y/n's bed, picking at the old duvet cover. “What's your objective?”

Y/n sighed. “Keep an eye on Peter Parker, a.k.a. Spider-Man. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Tony set my schedule just like his and put me in decathlon so I can keep an eye on him.”

Nat smiled a proud smile. “That's my girl.”

Y/n shared the same smile. “I learned from the best.”

“Y/n, school starts in thirty minutes.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced in her room.

“Am I taking the bus or am I getting a ride?” She asked openly.

“Scott has offered to take you to and from the school as to not raise suspicions.”

Y/n smiled. “This is gonna be fun.”

Nat stood up and looked her little sister up and down, her face showing happiness and sadness equally. “Mom and Dad would be proud of you.”

Y/n hugged her sister. “I know, Nat,” she said as she sighed, tears fighting to come up, “I know.”

They stood there hugging. Until someone knocked on the door frame, clearing their throat. Y/n pulled away from Nat to see Scott leaning on the door frame with keys in his hands. “Ready kiddo?”

Y/n sighed, “No one is ever technically ready for a mission.”

Midtown School of Science and Technology. Y/n looked up at the tall building as students flooded the stairs leading up to the entrance. “You nervous?” Scott asked.

Y/n nodded the slightest bit. “Just a little.”

He put a warming hand on her shoulder. “It'll be fine. Probably the easiest mission I've heard of.”

Y/n smiled as she picked up her bag and opened the door to get out. “Thanks Scott.” She closed the door firmly. As she walked away, she heard a muffled, “I'll be here at three!”

Y/n laughed to herself as she walked up the stairs to the entrance. As she walked the crowded halls to find the office, she saw her objective, standing at his locker with someone. She took a deep breath and adjusted her bag on her shoulder and walked up to him.

“Uh hi, I'm new here and was wondering if you could help me?” She asked directly.

Peter turned around quickly. “A-are you asking me?”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, they sent me a schedule but I have no idea where my classes are. I would've assumed the office was in the entrance to the school.”

Peter laughed a small laugh. “Let me look at it.” He said holding a hand out. Y/n dug in her pocket for the crumpled piece of paper and handed it to him. Peter looked it over, “We have all the same classes,” he said in surprise, “just stick with me.”

As soon as he said that, Y/n head someone from behind her say, “Why would someone like her stick with you, Penis Parker?”

Y/n turned and saw a tan, dark headed boy. Maybe Italian? She recognized the behavior from what Tony had told her about Peter's school life.“Maybe because we have the same class schedule, asshat.” Y/n sneered. The boy put his hands up mockingly as if to say I surrender.

“I like feisty ones. Especially red heads.”

“Leave her alone Flash.” Peter pleaded.

“It's okay,” Y/n said with a smirk on her face. “Let me deal with little Eugene.”

Flash’s face dropped. Obviously he doesn't like to be called by his legal name. Y/n walked up to him and motioned with her index finger for him to come closer. She put her lips next to his ear and whispered, “Try to mess with me, your parents and the police will never find your body because it'll be torn into six pieces, wrapped in plastic and buried under trees in cemeteries in six different states. After I torture you.” She pulled away and saw his face go pale, no color left in his cheeks. Before she walked away, she said out loud, “and not in the good way either.”

Flash stood there, unmovingly. Like one of Medusa's stone statues. Y/n smiled to herself as she turned to see Peter and his friend with expressions of awe. “Where to first?”

Y/n stood in the lunch line with Peter and his friend, Need. They were still pushing to know what she said to Flash that made him unable to move and what she meant by “and not in the good way.”

Y/n just smiled. “It was nothing, I swear. Just a little threat.”

As the line pushed on, Peter and Need go their trays as Y/n held on to her lunch box. Nat packed her lunch today, she expected to have all healthy foods and a protein shake. As the trio sat down, Peter dug into his 'chicken tenders’ like they were the only thing he's ever eaten as Y/n in packed her lunch. She had a tuna and romaine lettuce wraps with a bag of apple slices and a bag of carrots. And the protein shake in a Ninja blending cup with a straw. At the bottom was a sticky note. 'have a great day, Y/n!’ was scrawled in Nat's handwriting.

“So you're like, really healthy?” Need asked as he sipped his milk.

Y/n nodded as she took a bite of her tuna wrap. “ I train a lot.” She said after chewing.

“Fhat do you thwain for?” Peter asked, muffled by a mouthful of food.

Y/n immediately said “Gymnastics.” It wasn't wrong. She knew how to tumble and can do a prefect back aerial on a four inch plank of wood.

Need smiled widely.”That's so cool! You probably told Flash that you could do a backflip and knock him out cold with a kick.”

Y/n just smiled and ate her food.

As the weeks pressed on, Y/n got to know more about Peter. He was very smart, loved Star Wars and a certain Deli in Queens. He offered to take her which seems agreed to only to know where he goes to on a regular basis. They eventually exchanged phone numbers and studied at his Aunt's apartment. His room was like any teenager's bedroom, messy and clean at the same time. On his desk we're his web cartridges. Testing him, she asked what they were. Peter's face turned red and said that they were for an experiment.

Y/n didn't know when it had happened but when she gets a text from Peter, her heart starts beating faster. When she's around him, her hands get sweaty and her face feels warmer than usual. When she talked to Nat about it she smiled. “You like him,” she said in a sing-song voice.

Y/n sputtered. “N-no I don't!”

Nat laughed. “You do, honeybunch. You have a crush.”

Y/n looked down. “Then I failed my mission,” she said. “I got attached.”

After the whole decathlon team almost dying in the Washington Monument, Peter seemed more pleased with himself. When he pulled Liz up, Y/n felt a searing pain in her chest. It took her a moment to realize what it was. It was jealousy.

Even after Tony took away Peter's suit, Y/n was still told to stick around. She didn't necessarily want to or not want to. She could get closer to him. Maybe go to homecoming with him. But that maybe turned into a no when she found out he had asked Liz.

Y/n knew there was still someone out there selling those weapons. And she knew Peter had found out who when we walked into the gymnasium for homecoming. He walked stiffly, his face so pale you would've thought he was wearing a mask. She watched as he went up to Liz and murmured a “Sorry.” And left. Keeping her personal feelings down, she follow him down the corridor. Flinging off parts of his suit, he ran, lifted the lockers and grabbed his homemade suit. Realizing what he was doing, Y/n ran to the girls bathroom in the same hallway and grabbed herr gear out of the last stall that was labeled “out of order” since she arrived.

After changing quickly into gear that was almost identical to Nat's, she rush through the doors that lead outside and found Peter's on the ground. Herr heart throbbed. But her instincts kicked in when she heard someone running towards her. She instantly ducked and turned on the balls of her left foot, her right leg swinging out and knocking the man down to the ground.

Y/n held her booted foot against the man's throat. She heard Peter groan and question who she was. She ignored Peter for a moment, crouching down to put nano-cuffs that Tony had designed for her to use. Much like the suit he had that would form when he tapped his chest. “You move, the restraints will get tighter until you pass out due to blood loss.” She sneered.

Y/n finally looked at Peter. He took off his bug-eyed mask and was staring at her in awe. “What are you- how did- who are you?”

Y/n sighed. “We can talk later at the compound. But first, can we find the dealer?”

Peter nodded.

“Y/n did WhAT?!” Need screamed over the Bluetooth connection of Flash's car.

“Ned,” Y/n said calmly. “Now is not the time to be fanboying right now.”

“But wh-”

“Say another word and you won't get to meet the avengers.”

When Y/n and Peter basically saved Liz’s dad, Y/n had called Tony. “You were wrong.” She said simply. “He can handle it.”

The next day Y/n didn't show up for class. Peter thought it was strange until he got a text from Happy telling him to meet him in the bathroom. She was there too, dressed in all black gear, then it hit him. She looked just like Black Widow.

Happy took Peter to the new Avengers Headquarters. On the way Y/n told Peter everything.

“You were sent to spy on me?” Peter asked skeptically.

Y/n sighed. “I was making sure you were staying safe and not telling people what happened in Berlin. Or the fact that you're Spider-Man.”

“Anything else I need to know? Does Thor have three nipples?”

Y/n's heart leapt into her throat. She could tell him how she felt right then. But she bit her tongue and giggled. “We're here.” She said as she pointed behind him.

Peter looked at the facility with the same face he had when he and Ned finished building his Lego Death Star.

Pure happiness.

When they got into the building, Y/n told Happy that she'd take him to Tony. She just had to tell him.

“Hey, Pete?” She asked shyly.

“Yeah?”

“There's something I feel like I have to tell you.”

“Okay”

She sucked in a deep breath and let it out. “When me or my sister go on missions, we have a rule. Don't get attached.” Peter nodded. “Well, I broke that rule, Peter. I got attached to you and you're just so damn cute and I just wanted to make you feel better after Tony took your suit, you looks so sad and I just wanted you to be happy because that's all you deser-”

Peter cut her off by kissing her. A slow, sweet kiss. When he pulled back, Y/n was the color of Nat's hair. “I like you too,Y/n” Peter looked around quickly. “Don't tell anyone I said that because I'm pretty sure the entire team would annihilate me if they saw me do that.”

Peter didn't join the Avengers to her dismay, but they did get sandwiches every Friday at Delmar's for a 'date’. Only to find most of the people walking by we're in hoodies and ball caps.

“REALLY GUYS?”