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sweetpinkchampagne · 8 months

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1:49 am

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: coming home late after a stark party and stephen is tipsy and overly touchy...

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange

note: hiiii gorgeous!! thank you for readingg. i literally cannot stop listening to hozier at the moment, stephen is SO hozier's music. like i just know he worships women like wholeheartedly at your knees as if you're an altar in a church.. on his knees in other ways.... dinner and diatribes is so stephen i highly reccomend!! (frothing, gnawing at the irons bars of my enclosure like a rabid animal) iykyk. stephen is such a sick fuck why is he so like dangerously heavenly like GTHRDJKSLA (if this is ur first interaction with me im so sorry im feral, this is a cult welcome cutie!! xx)

warnings: alcohol consumption, intoxication, making out while intoxicated, tony starks ego (we love him), smut while intoxicated (both parties) um a tiny little daddy kink... (say what...i know its not everyones cup of tea but i had tooooo) not proof read eek!

it was 1:49 am. a cool night swept over the city of new york, the stark tower bustling with celebrities and journalists. something tony called 'networking', a cleverly labelled excuse to blow money and get drunk.

you and stephen hadn’t planned to be out so late, but stark’s parties weren't exactly matinées, despite all of the dramatics. under usual circumstances your husband would portal the two of you home in order to avoid the paparazzi swarmed outside. the music was incredibly loud, expensive trays of sushi being passed out along other canapés. men and women around you holding crystal between their fingers in an attempt to appear elegant in a situation that can only be compared to a club setting. the walls were lined with signed records from famous musicans as well as technology tony had been tinkering with and developing, eyes drawn to these machines in awe, asking questions and flattering his already over-inflated ego. you looked to your left, spotting stephen’s suit blazer hung messily over a barstool. you laughed to yourself seeing him in his half-unbuttoned dress shirt clearly reliving his glory days at columbia, dancing and drinking.

you thanked stark and waved goodbye to everyone, stephen slumped against you - his tall figure not exactly leaning against your shoulder, too drunk to open a portal coherently. you shook your head gently, heels clicking on the concrete as you began coaxing him into one of the of pre-called taxis, stretching out of the front of the stark tower. his suit blazer drapped over one of your shoulders. the paparazzi exploiting all who exited the building, asking questions as their camera flashes blinded you.

“greenwich village, 177A bleecker street please!” you hummed sweetly to the cab driver who nodded and smiled back, gently swatting stephens hand away as he mindlessly toyed with the hem of your already short dress.

"you look gorgeous tonight baby" he whispered, his hot breath against your neck, tickling. you giggled softly, your shoulder instinctively lifting to cover your neck, pushing him away.

"thank you stephen, you look so handsome.."

"oh yeah?" he smirked

"okay.. dont get too cocky" you laughed, leaning into his side, you looked out the window, the city lights looked gorgeous. people of all walks of life walking down the streets. families going to see musicals, a group of girlfriends going out and a pair of budding musicians busking on the corner, one man in suede with a banjo, the other a scruffy man playing the harmonica. stephen wasn't looking out the window, you felt his eyes looking down at you, smiling with adoration.

the sound of your purse landing on the sideboard of the sanctum entrance echoed off the walls. stephen was always a cocky man, but this heightened when he was drunk. you laughed softly as your back gently hit the wall of the entrance, an overly confident doctor cupping your cheeks, the smell of whiskey on his breath.

“been thinking of doing this all night..” his baritone voice whispered as his scarred hands snaked their way around your waist and his lips met the warmth of your neck.

“you do flatter a girl stephen..." you gasped as he quickly turned you around, your chest pressed into the oak panelling of the sanctum entrance. you felt him harden behind you, pressing into your ass. you threw your head back, leaning into his shoulder as cold hands danced around your back, slowly pulling the zipper to your dress down as it effortlessly fell to the floor, bunched around your heels.

"stephen you're drunk...we should-.. sleep.." she gasped as his hands travelled down the length of her spine, gently.

"drunk and horny" he corrected, you could tell he was smirking by the way he delivered the words.

"please..." you whispered as he rolled up his dress shirt's sleeves to his forearms, his veins deliciously visible.

"please what baby? huh? you got an ache..??" he kissed the back of your neck, humming in contentment. you rolled your eyes, he had a thing about you using your words even when he knew what you wanted, where you wanted.

"i need you..." you turned around, looking up at him with big eyes as he looked down at you, without hesitation, he knelt down in front of you, pausing to look up at you before you nodded gently, he gently slid your panties off and then he grabbed your hips and hoisted you up around his waist, you gasped as his buldge made contact with your core, whimpering in his ear, pushing the photo frames and your purse carelessly off the sideboard before laying you down the length of the sideboard. you whined in anticipation, as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you down to him, standing at the end of the sideboard.

he walked back over to you, looking down at you as he tutted.

"desperate little thing arent you baby..? ive barely touched you..."

"stephen..dont torture me, dont be mean.." you pouted looking up at him as he bent down to passionately kiss your lips, standing back up before brushing his fingertips down your body, your neck, chest, stomach ending inches from your core. he knelt down at the end of the sideboard, delicately wrapping your legs around his neck before he kissed your inner thighs without warning.

"shit! stephen- i.." you threw your head back, back arching against the sideboard as you felt him smirk against your skin. his stubble burned your delicate skin. adding fuel to the already ignited fire. he chuckled lowly before adjusting you to move your cunt closer to his lips. he looked up at your expecting eyes with a gentle look, you nodded laying your head back down.

"fucking soaked..." he whispered deeply, admiring you. he was never one for a quick fuck, i mean he did it of course if you begged, if you had a place to be.. but it definitely wasn't his preference. he wanted to savour you, to fervently worship his wife. your thighs squeezed his neck impatiently huffing below him.

"dont be bratty baby, im just admiring my girl.." he warned lowly. without warning he left a long stripe between the folds of your pussy, you writhed under him as his tongue purposefully missed your clit. what felt like hours of slow, delicate licks led to an ache in your lower belly. his stubble burned your inner thighs, adding to the pleasure as you began to rock your pussy into his mouth, you felt him smirk as he placed one hand down on your lower stomach before sucking violently on your clit. you squealed in pleasure, your thighs weakly handing over his shoulder, shaking.

"god you taste divine, like fucking heaven. i worship you darling.." he whispered between your thighs, as if it were a secret, but he told you it everyday.

"stephen.." you whimpered as he sucked on your clit, his face buried between your legs.

"give it to me baby, make a mess for daddy.." you moaned loudly at the nickname, something you mistakenly whimpered one day in sex that made him choke on his words and look down at you. "m' sorry! i- i.. dont know where that came from" his eyes darkened looking down at you. "say it again fr' me, yeah?" your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pounded into you faster than usual.

"daddy!" you gasped. clutching the drawers of the sideboard for support, your back arching as lewd noises of him eating you out filled the room. "jesus christ! fuck me." you screamed as you came on his tongue, he didn't stop. you shook from the overstimulation he cleaned you up with his tongue, your legs shuddered as he laid them down gently, leaning over your body, his palms resting on the sideboard as he looked down at you. it was pornographic the way his goatee glistened with your seed.

"you're going to be the death of me, you know that darling?" he smirked, cocking his head to the side as his eyes still ravaged your body before reluctantly looking back to your glossy eyes, you were gone, lost in a haze, chasing a high.

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random-writer-4884 · 4 months

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There's a Silence (Tony Stark X Stephen Strange)

There's a Silence

Tony Stark x Stephen Strange

Description: Stephen finds Tony hidden in his room with a knife in his hands and silence in his brain.

Warnings: Self Harm

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There’s a silence in depression. The quietness of being alone in your own space. That fear knowing that you’re entirely alone and no one will ever know what you do here. All Tony can hear is the ringing in his own head as he sits on the floor. The small space between the bed and the wall. The tiny space where you cannot be seen from the door. It's small and comforting.

Isolating.

Lonely…

Silent…

He swore he would never do this, he tells himself as he stares at the pocket knife in his hands. It's a pretty little thing, a black blade that hides in a black handle. It looks like the wing of a bird, and the carving on the handle looks like feathers. He’s owned it for years… and it had good usage at the beginning… But then it was moved to the bedside table.

And oh it became convenient.

Its blade was so sharp… it was perfect for the job…

After the first time, he swore he would never do it again. It was an act of desperation. One small mistake he would never repeat.

But then he repeated the mistake…

Suddenly it was no longer a mistake. It was an addiction.

In the silence, the pain is like a soothing voice. Its sharpness soothes the silent wounds you hold inside.

Anthony Stark was not a dumb man. He knew he had to hide this addiction. It hid on his upper thighs. He didn’t sleep around like the press claims he does, at least not anymore.

He had stopped a while ago. Once he had begun dating Stephen, he was happy, and the urge to feel pain had dulled. He had been doing wonderfully, but the urge returned stronger than ever.

Now? Now he’s sitting alone in the small space between his bed and the wall. A small black knife in his hand. He watches, the tight lonely feeling in his chest, as the blade slices against his thighs. Tony watches silently as the cuts begin to bleed. It's satisfying.

Blood lying on his thigh, grasping his attention fully, and he does not hear the soft sparks of a portal opening on the other side of the room. He doesn’t hear the soft footsteps or the voice calling his name. He doesn’t notice until there's a yellow-gloved hand ripping the knife from his hand.

That is when Tony looked up and was greeted by Stephen Strange. He holds the bloodied black knife in his yellow leather gloves, and his eyes scream with heartbreak. “Tony…” Stephen says softly, dropping slowly to his knees as he slides the knife behind him.

Tony’s eyes are wide, and panic fills him as soon as he sees Stephen. He tries to move away but only bumps into the bedside table. The bed and the wall corner him in his small little space. Stephen looks at him, his face gentle and his movements slow.

“Tony, honey, I need you to look at me.” He says. When Tony doesn’t look at him he continues softly “I’m not mad. Let me help you.”

That was enough for Tony to lift his eyes. He looks up at Stephen, and as soon as their eyes meet, tears begin to pool in Tony’s eyes. “May I touch you?” Stephen asks softly. Tony nods his head slowly, and Stephen slowly takes his gloves off. His shaky hands lift to caress Tony’s cheeks and his thumbs brush the tears as they fall.

The two of them sit there on the floor, Stephen gently brushing Tony’s tears as they fall. His hands shake and tremble as he holds Tony’s face, but Tony doesn’t notice over his own shaking.

After a short while, Stephen taps the cloak on his shoulders and whispers something to it that Tony doesn’t hear. The cloak lifts from his shoulders and flies somewhere, returning a few minutes later with a handful of items. Tony sits quietly as Stephen takes items from the cloak, carefully cleaning the cuts on his thighs. He disinfects them, apologizing repeatedly as the solution burns. Before Tony knows it, the wounds have been cleaned, sterilized, and bandaged. The cloak of levitation wraps itself around Tony, and he can’t help but notice that the cloak is surprisingly warm. It wraps him like a burrito, lifting him up onto the bed gently. Stephen stands and sits next to him placing his shaking hand on top of Tony’s. “Why didn’t you tell me, darling?” Stephen asks softly, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Tony doesn’t speak for a moment, and when he does it sounds weak. His voice shakes “I didn’t…” He mumbles softly trying to get his thoughts before trying again. “I didn’t want to scare you away.” Stephen’s heart breaks at the words, but he doesn't mention it. “You will never scare me away.” He says softly. “I love you, and I want to be here for you.” He doesn’t press for an explanation, and Tony is silently thankful for that.

Stephen stands up and rifles through the closet for a minute before pulling out a set of Pajamas for Tony. “Here. You’ll be more comfortable in these.” Stephen says softly. It's only then that he remembers that he is in a button-up and tie. He takes the clothing offered and puts it on.

He watches Stephen go to the bathroom to change, and he knows it's because he struggles to button the pajama shirt. He won’t mention it though.

Slowly, Stephen climbs into the bed, opening his arms for Tony to crawl into. He does without hesitation, burying his nose into Stephen’s collarbone, and wrapping his arms tightly around him. Stephen’s hands weave into Tony’s hair, soothing him with the soft touch. The cloak of levitation floats by the bed, somehow managing to look annoyed. Stephen pats the bed and the cloak lays on top of the blankets, softly wiggling into its place like a dog.

It doesn’t take long for Tony to fall asleep in Stephen’s arms, and the doctor sighs as he lets his own eyes fall closed. The two men and their cloak resting comfortably on the bed. There was a difficult conversation that needed to happen, but that was for tomorrow.

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asherloki · 1 year

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"My happiness is connected to yours "

Stephen strange x reader.

Summary:- y/n runs away after a little family drama, she's in her early twenties and bumps into Stephen. Stephen becomes her everything. But does Stephen feels same for his adorable new friend?

It was a normal day for Stephen strange and his companions, their training session was going as usual, spring seem to appear as new lives came to the trees. Stephen strolled around checking on everyone and sometimes getting lost in his thoughts, thoughts about Christine. She was hard, rather impossible to be forgotten. How they could've been a thing but perhaps it was for their good only.... Wait who's there? Stephen got out of his thought bubble. It popped, and the popping parts sparkled around him when He saw a girl, 18 or 19 maybe, she seemed beautiful to him. He staired at her trying to figure out what is it? Why his eyes are stuck who's she ? She ran inside with a huge bag and looked around puzzled.

"Hey, are you a new student?" He called out, after gaining a bit of sense of his surroundings.

She was startled and then her eyes met with his, their eyes softened, there was sparkle for some reason. "Oh no sorry I don't know where... Uh, can I be a student?" She said.

Bizzare innit? She has no clue what's going around there yet she's interested into being a student.

"I mean, you can but then..."

"Great so how much is it?" She enquired before letting him complete his sentence.

"Free but listen..."

"Oh great, I'm in, oh and I would like to stay here please Mr?"

"It's doctor strange and cool down a minute, where are you from?"

"Can't tell"

"Why?"

"Well it's..."

"Look you have to tell me about yourself ". He said putting a foot forward to her and affectionately looking at her, she was young and looked belonging from a well doing Household, he wanted to make her feel comfortable.

She staired at him, then said, "fine, I'm y/n and I'm from the city that's next to it".

"And what about this bag?" Strange asked.

"It's um, look Mr doctor strange, I've run from my house".

"You did what?" He asked amazed.

"I know too impulsive, but I had an argument with my parents cause I got lesser grades so.."

"How old are you?"

"Not very polite to ask a woman of her age but I'm in my early twenties ".

"Wait " Stephen couldn't believe that tiny confused woman is in her twenties, she looked too young "you're not a teen?"

"I know I look tiny but I'm not, am doing masters that's why the grades thing got serious, now can I stay".

"Uh okay" Stephen said without thinking.

"Thank you so much, Oh and please tell my parents I'm here, it was impulsive of me to run I don't want them to worry." Saying this she went inside.

Stephen kept on looking at her, what just happened ? A breeze? A fresh Breeze didn't hit him, then why does he feels so light? Spring! Not in the air only, but spring means rejuvenation, has the winter inside him turned to spring? Well maybe, or Perhaps his new student, he didn't know yet.

Entering he saw her talking to wong, "you care for them and yet don't wanna go home?" Asked he.

"No, I wanna learn this thing that they're learning it seems fun".

"She can stay wong, let her" said Stephen walking towards them.

"yey thanks doctor strange" saying this she flung herself into Stephen and wrapped her hands around him. Stephen was confused at first , affection, this word was long lost for him, it might be planning to make a come back so he too held her by an arm of his. Wong gave a smirk and went.

"I talked to your parents" he said.

"What did they say?" She asked.

" that they trust you and knows you'll learn mystic arts in no time" Stephen said with a smile.

"They allowed it, gosh " she was in disbelief.

"Let me show you your room, come".

She followed him then he opened a room for her. She entered and looked around.

"It's nice, where's your room?" She asked.

"It's in the other side". He replied.

"Can I get a room there?".

"Uh I guess yes the room beside mine is empty, is anything wrong with this one".

"Nah, I just don't know how the other people around my room are gonna be".

What did she mean? She distrusts everyone but Stephen? She trusts him or what? Stephen thought. She's new, yet trusts him, like a long known friend. Then he managed to say.

"Yeah okay I'll get that room ready."

That whole day Stephen could only look at her and be amazed, then his lips would curve into a smile when he saw her pacing around her room, humming, running and bumping into everyone. She looked happy.

Next day at training it was hard for y/n to learn as she has never done anything like that. She got impatient with it, was almost on the verge of giving up.

Stephen came a little late, he was infront of the mirror, while getting ready, it wasn't his reflection that he was looking at, perhaps it was what he was looking at but all his excitement was on seeing his new student practicing in a few minutes, she wasn't having fun until Stephen came , seeing him her eyes widened and she called "doctor strange!"

"Stephen would work fine".

"Okay Stephen, it's hard I can't "

"You can " saying this with a smile he took her hand in his from behind and positioned it as he does to open a portal. His face was so close to her, she couldn't help but look at him with the corner of her eye, she could feel her cheeks turning pink. He could feel her hair tickling his face, her perfume almost hypnotized her. after positioning her hands he pulled away.

"That's how you do it".

"Thank you Stephen"

"I hope you're not having much trouble here" said he.

To this she looked at him there was something about her, whenever she looked at Stephen. She took his hand and kissed it and said, "If I'm happy today that's because of you".

Everyone staired at them, not knowing what's going on. He smiled and caressed her cheek. Then moved on to other students. She kept on watching him.

After the whole day of practice y/n roamed around the staircase. Hoping to bump into Stephen but Stephen found her before,

"What are you doing here?"

It startled her she turned, "oh Stephen, nothing just having fun".

"You look really happy"

"Yes I am, with you" said she to which Stephen smiled lowering his eyes, blushed did he he thought and shrugged it off when she enquired

"are you going to sleep now?"

"Yes it's late now , you should do the same".

"Okay" said she and went upstairs with him. Before entering her room she looked at him opening his room's door and ran to give him a hug "good night Stephen ". She said Stephen felt he was drowning into her rhythm, this flow was taking him in. He wrapped her with his arms too and whispered "see you tomorrow, sweet dreams y/n" . And then pulling away they both went to their rooms.

Next few days went such way, happily, with the cheerful new person that came to Stephen's life. He started to adore her. Such as if a hair strand bothered her by falling on her forehead while training he'd brush it off and it behind her ear, these gestures made her fall for him, each day even more, she knew only the map of her heart, she found Stephen like the spring she always waited for, to save her from her winter as well, yes her family and friends were nice yet she lacked that one person in her life, to love, to understand her.

Probably it was after a week one day she found Stephen walking by , taking a stroll. She thought of surprising her so she went from behind and placed her hands on his eyes.

He stopped, she was on her toes rather to reach his height. He giggled touching her hand as he stopped.

"I know it's you y/n"

"How?" She said now leaving his eyes and coming in front of him. Stephen's sight was blurry for being held close, as he opened it slowly it got back to normal. He then turned to look at her, she was definitely happy with him, her eyes told so.

"Ofcourse these tiny hands are yours" he said.

"They're not tiny" she argued back.

"Let me see" he said forwarding his hand asking to hold hers. She looked at him, with an adorable pout and she placed her hand on his. He held her hand.

"See tiny". And intertwining fingers, he walked with her. She followed him. Her other hand wrapped his arm.

"So have you seen those young guys over there" he pointed to a bunch of guys.

"Yeah why?"

"They likes you, you should talk to them".

"Nah, they're not attractive to me, you're the most handsome person I've ever seen".

"Me ? I'm not as young as them, I'm rather old."

"Stephen see yourself in the mirror you're gorgeous". Said she holding his hand even tighter.

Stephen looked at her he probably was getting used to her, being clingy, affectionate, wanting all his attention, it was adorable to him.

"But you may find someone special amongst them". He said teasing.

"I don't want them, you're better, you're special, you saved me". She said. Stephen didn't know if he was falling, yet his heart told him 'you are'.

One month passed , them being always together. She started to take him to the places she found cool, she is impulsive, young yet found bookstore, cinema and parks to be cool. She'd grab Stephen's hand with her eyes looking at ground, lips not having her signature smile when she'd feel uncomfortable because of guys staring at her. She's pretty so who wouldn't. To this Stephen would understand and bring her closer eyeing those guys to behave. He'd sometimes kiss on her cheeks to make her smile if she's still nervous or upset about something that happened before she met Stephen.

next day after practice she went almost running to stephen in joy,

"i made a portal!" she exclaimed.

"glad, you're friends called". Said he holding her phone.

"ah why?"

"it's two months, your training is done and they can't wait to meet you."

training done ? no way? to be without him was terrifying.

"you've got good friends, good parents, don't worry you'll be fine".

"not without you" said she.

"But they needs you don't they?"

"And you ?" She cross questioned.

Stephen gave a soft smile thinking 'yes I do need you but...'

"We're in the same country you can come anytime, come back anytime you want, I definitely want to see you again".

"But I... I... Don't want to leave". To this Stephen looked at her eyes. Tears ? Why?

"Y/n I'm old, you're beautiful and young, you must find someone as good as you are".

"Yet I need you, want you".

"Want me?"

She blushed and looked away. What did she just say. She just let her feelings come out.

"Is it true that you... You love me?"

"Yes, since I saw you, I've never been this happy Stephen. But perhaps you're right. They needs me, I must go back to them".

Stephen thought for a second, no, without her he'll be back to winter, it was cold, painful, she's brought warmth, he can only imagine him being happy with her, he loves her, so he said,

"Wait" Stephen walked towards her "I promised your parents to keep you content, but it wasn't my plan to connect my happiness with yours, I love you, it'll content me if you stay". While saying this a tear fell from Stephen's eye with the joy to be in love again. She felt her heart swelling in her chest she put she ran to cease what small gap they had between And she hugged him calling "oh Stephen, I love you." He hugged her back. Saying rather whispering "I love you too".

"But listen" he said still having her in his arms"as we've confessed our feelings, now that we're together, don't shut your parents and friends down".

"I won't I promise".

"I'll ask them for your hand in marriage".

"Really?"

"Yes".

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benedictscanvas · 1 year

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HI👋 I'm so glad your requests are open! I squealed and was grinning like an idiot reading "Stuck Together" with Steve R. Wondering if I could ask, should interest spark, for a play on number 3 from the Meaningful Gestures list with one Stephen Strange and a GN!Reader? Instead of a hand on the cheek perhaps smoothing some stray strands of his hair out of his face and he has the "Huh? Oh. Ooohh!" moment lol. No worries if not! Thank you for taking the time and sharing your work👍

the fact that people still read stuck together has me a little emotional! that was one of my first ever fics 4 years ago and is so so special to me, it means everything that you liked it, thank you <3 || 1.2k words

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"I'm trying to concentrate, if you wouldn't mind," he said mindlessly, his thoughts still clearly on the task at hand. Usually, he'd be able to pick your footsteps out from all the rest and you'd at least be greeted with a curt nod or an amicable hum.

"You must really be busy," you said, knowing your voice would be enough to snap him out of his musings. He regarded you with slight apology in his eyes for a moment, but quickly went back to his work, "Unless you woke up today determined to bite the hand that feeds you?"

His only answer was a disapproving grunt, but upon a few strained flicks of his fingers over his current project, he finally looked at you properly, shaking his head a little to get the hair out of his eyes.

"I thought you were Tony," he said, as if he had actually voiced an apology. It was as close as it got with him: for him to almost admit he was wrong about something was an apology in itself in his language, "And I told you that you don't have to bring me food. I'm quite capable at taking care of myself."

"Lying isn't a good colour on you, Doc," you said sensibly, placing the warm bowl of pasta next to him on the table and sticking a fork in the top, "I made extra anyway."

Hypocrite. You hoped your own lie was less transparent than his. When he dropped into this work mode, it was impossible not to want to care for him here and there, knowing the work he did was so important that things like eating and sleeping sometimes took a backseat.

"Stephen, I told you, not Doc."

"Ah, you like it," you said, not sure that was true but saying it anyway. You thought you caught a tiny smirk at the side of his mouth, but it could have been a trick of the light.

"I don't," he said firmly. But his eyes strayed to the bowl of pasta and soon his hands did too, briefly abandoning his work in favour of food, "But I do like pasta, as you know. Thank you."

You wanted to thank him for the little things he did for you so regularly. When he wasn't lost to the depths of his work, he could be rather thoughtful. Always bringing a second umbrella for you when it was raining because he knew you'd forget your own. Washing your dishes when he did his without thinking. Just the other day, you had woken up with his cloak draped over you when you had fallen asleep during one of Tony's many, many briefings.

The cloak was unspeakably warm and it was the memory of it that had led you to cook him pasta that evening. You'd already eaten.

"You're welcome," you smiled, even though his focus was entirely on his food as he began eating. You turned to leave but his voice stopped you.

"You're not staying? Where's your food?"

Ah. Caught out in the lie you knew he would see through. You turned around to face him slowly, toeing your shoe into the carpet. It was better not to give him the satisfaction of looking flustered.

"You obviously know that I didn't make extra and I made it just for you. It's like 2am, Strange, I ate hours ago."

He produced a second fork that he definitely didn't have a moment ago, and held it out to you.

"It's Stephen," he corrected, as if on autopilot, and then- "You must be starting to get hungry again. Eat."

It would have been far more difficult to protest, claim sleepiness, head to bed without a glance backwards. He always had an answer for everything. You heaved a sigh, took the fork from his outstretched fingers and sat in the chair that you were also sure he had just conjured for you.

"If you insist."

You ate in silence. You spent the majority of your time together in silence truthfully, but it was where the two of you were most comfortable. You squirmed under his scrutiny when the two of you conversed, the glint in his eye too often unbearable, but when you had a task to focus on side by side, his company was always relaxing. Warm and safe.

He kept shaking his head to get his damn hair out of his eyes though, and the movement out of the corner of your eye was getting infuriating.

"Just-" you huffed, putting your fork down in the bowl with a light clang, "Hold still, would you?"

You reached up, both hands, and smoothed the offending curled strands out of his face, finding them just long enough to tuck behind his ear securely. Pulling a bobby pin from the belt loop of your jeans, you secured the hair in place with careful fingers. You sat back to admire your work, one hand still holding his chin in place with thumb and forefinger, turning it this way and that.

"You're welcome," you murmured, finally letting go of him and picking up the fork once more, "Again."

You could feel his gaze on the side of your face. Intent. Granted, there wasn't often much physical contact between the two of you, but he had to know that he had been driving you to distraction with that shimmying to get it out of his way. Yes, sometimes the way he looked at you bordered on sinful, but you'd recently realised you'd likely imagined that as a reflection of your own slightly inappropriate thinking when you watched his hands at work.

"I'll give it back."

His voice was soft. A world away from the stern words you had been accidentally greeted with when you entered. You looked up at him quizzically but he just lightly tapped at the bobby pin with two fingers. You chuckled, surprised that you weren't feeling your face heat up.

"I have hundreds, your need is greater than mine. Keep it."

You took another forkful of pasta, and he was still just looking at you. You gestured to the bowl with your fork.

"It'll get cold."

"As hot food tends to," he muttered, forever a smart ass. You rolled your eyes, "You do a lot for me, you know, Y/N. And somehow, you're good company when I feel like I'm losing myself in something."

There was that look in his eye again. Unbearable. It felt almost impossible to meet his gaze for too long when he looked through you like that.

"Anyone would want to-"

"Actually, nobody else does. You keep me grounded, and I appreciate it," he said earnestly, and you managed to keep your eyes on him long enough to know how much he meant it. Still, he could feel you itching to brush it off, so he did it for you, breaking your gaze, "Take the compliment and eat your pasta."

You did just that. You took the compliment and allowed it to warm you inside and out, and ate more of the pasta you'd cooked for him. In fact, he hadn't seemed to eat much of it at all. It was a comfortable silence until the bowl was finished, and although you tried to take it with you when you left, he refused to let you wash up what you'd cooked for him.

You glanced back at him at the edge of the room as you were leaving, just quick enough to catch him touching the bobby pin again. There was an expression on his face that looked like reverence.

"Goodnight, Stephen."

You were granted one of his rare, genuine smiles. Maybe you weren't imagining it after all.

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Losses and Gains 1- She Deserves Better

Author’s Note: This is the first chapter of Losses and Gains, the second part of To Have it All. This is Something More...from Jensen's side!

Summary: Jensen doesn't take it well when Y/n catches the eye of a certain British gentleman.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, background Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Word count: 4149

Story Warnings: open marriage, mentions of depression and heartbreak, the beginnings of bad things

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I knew. When I watched Y/n ride away in that Uber, I knew that Danneel had broken something. Months of getting closer, being in love with each other, building some secret something with her...all torn down with one catty, jealous comment from my wife.

I was hoping she'd come back around but I knew that I had one shot to see her and bring her back to me. I was hoping that showing her that I was still in love even when she was clear across the continent would work. I called her every night after we wrapped. The calls were short, fifteen minutes, usually, but I managed to make her laugh at least once a day. It was a good thing. Made me feel like there was still a connection between us.

I spent my days sad and my nights dreaming of her. I missed her so much and I knew, I knew it in my heart, that she was pulling back and that I was at risk of losing her. Losing her...well, that was going to be the worst thing I could think of.

When she went to Atlanta, I was excited. She'd be alone. She'd be able to remember how being with me felt. At least that was the way I thought it'd go. I mean, especially when she actually called me at noon on the first day of her shooting with Marvel. "Hey. How's your first day on a major motion picture going?"

“Uh, it’s good. My hair is super red. My voice is already tired," she said as I sat in my recliner in my trailer. "You remember when Rich was directing and he made us do the French Toast scene thirteen freakin’ times? Nothing compared to these Marvel guys.”

I chuckled as I remembered the day a few months ago. “You havin’ fun, though? Meet any of the biggies, yet?”

“Yeah, actually. Most of my scenes are with Tom.”

“Which one?” There were several Toms in the MCU so that was funny to me.

She laughed and I smiled. She hadn't really laughed since she went home...not with me, anyway. “Hiddleston. Sinthea has most of her scenes with Loki. I have a small interaction with Stephen Strange and two tiny scenes with Thor, but that’s it. So, I’m sadly not gonna have any screen time with Robert Downey Jr. or Sebastian Stan." She sounded so excited. "Oh, they did tell me something cool and super-secret-keep-your-mouth-shut. I get the mid-credits scene.”

I was filled with pride for her. That was a big fucking deal. “No shit?”

“No shit. Well, me and Tom, but… it’s Sinthea’s reveal, which I can’t go into because it's super-secret-keep-your-mouth-shut.”

“So, you're already callin' him by his first name, huh? I knew they’d take to you as fast as we did.”

There was a long moment of silence before she gave a little sigh. "Yeah, um, about that…Tom asked me for drinks after we wrap tonight.”

Drinks. I knew what that meant. He was making his move on her. Already, he was making his move. He hadn't even known her six hours! And she was going for it? “You said 'yes’?” I asked.

“Of course, I did," she practically squeaked.

I got irrationally pissed off. I was losing her. I was losing her to Tom fucking Hiddleston on the day they met each other and there was nothing I could do about it. But I wasn't pissed off at her…no, all that anger was directed at Dee and Hiddleston. “No, you’re right. I've got no claim to you, no right to stop you from your life. Hell, I’ve got a wife. Look, I gotta go. Bob’s calling. Talk to you later.” I was shaking as I hung up the phone. I literally hung up on her.

I jumped up and started pacing back and forth in the living room area, trying to deal with the anger. I threw my phone at the plush back of the recliner and rubbed my hand across my face as it bounced and hit the floor. What was I going to do? Was there anything I could do? I was stuck. I could only sit back and hope the man wasn't as charming as he seemed. There had to be something wrong with him, right?

"Wishful thinking, first of all. He's a complete fuckin' gentleman, by all accounts," Jared said when I told him what soured my mood. "Besides...this could be a good thing for her! She deserves a nice guy!"

"I'm a nice guy!" I argued. "She already has a-"

"Jensen, she doesn't have a nice guy in her life that can be a public part of her life and she deserves someone who won't treat her like a dirty little secret."

I clenched my jaw and my fists. "I have never treated her like a dirty-"

"The first rule of your relationship is that I'm the only person other than your wife who can know about Y/n. That is, exactly, treating her like a dirty fucking secret." Jared shrugged. "Come on, Ackles. Don't act like you don’t know how this played out for her. I told you how it was affecting her and how much worse it could get. You're lucky, and she's lucky, that she found someone else before either of you got in too fucking deep."

I scoffed. "She's not his yet. I can still pull this out. I can still fix-"

"Jensen!" His tone snapped me out of my monologue and I looked up to catch his eyes. "Stop. Just fucking stop. She's not his yet, but she's not yours either. She put up a wall and you need to respect that shit. Call your wife and work on fixing that instead."

"Are you kidding me right now? Dee is the reason that Y/n was emotionally available for this asshole to swoop in and turn on the charm! Why would I want to fix anything with-"

"Because she's your wife and you love her and she needs to be more important than your ex-mistress, okay?" Jared patted my shoulder and walked away as I processed his words.

He was right. Jared usually is when it comes to other people's lives. But I didn’t want him to be right. I just wanted to have both of the women I loved. Is that so fucking wrong?

So I switched my flight to Atlanta. I was planning to fly out Friday night to get there for her birthday Saturday, but I needed to get there as soon as possible to mitigate the damage.

Tom Hiddleston. Why did it have to be Tom Hiddleston? Why did she have to be interested in him? All that Loki energy rolling off of him.

I spent the rest of the day pissed off. Luckily, it worked with the episode since Dean was having to deal with Jack and spent half the episode irritated. We wrapped at about 1 in the morning. I was exhausted, cold, and still pissed as I trudged toward my trailer. I was planning to call her and leave a message before I went back to the condo...but my phone rang before I could get there.

"Hey." From the heavy way she said the greeting, I could tell she was drunk. It was 4 am in Atlanta and she was drunk dialing me. "Jensen, I’m drunk.”

“I can hear that," I said as I opened the trailer and stepped up into it.

“I’m drunk and I’m alone.” Alone now or alone completely? “I didn’t go back to Tom’s hotel with him, which...he's in the Ritz, by the way...because I was left with the distinct impression that you are mad at me and I don’t want you mad at me, Jay.”

Of course she thought I was mad at her and not him. She's got the self-esteem of an abused puppy. I couldn’t let her keep thinking my issue was with her so I scratched my head and sighed. "I ain’t mad at you. I know I…” Words. What words are the right words? Why do I struggle to say the right shit to her so often? “I’m married. We aren’t dating. I knew we were temporary when we started it." Which was painful but true. "I just didn’t expect you to leave me as soon as you…left Vancouver.”

“I’m…sure it’s temporary with him, too. It fuckin’ always is. Look, I’m not going anywhere, Jay. I…I’m part of the Family now, right? Even if Tara gets killed off, I’m part of the Supernatural Family. Even if we aren’t together, I’m gonna be around. Right? You aren’t gonna cut me off just because-”

“No! God, no!" The very idea of it...never...I could never. "Come on. Don’t…look, I’m not mad at you. I just really wish I could give you what you deserve.”

“I deserve a chance with Tom. Since I can’t have you…I deserve Tom. But I deserve to be your friend, too. Please, don’t take that away from me.”

I didn't think I could watch her be with him. I couldn’t stand idle as she started a relationship with him. I knew it was going to hurt too much, but still I said, “I won’t. I’m here for you. Promise.”

“Good. I have to get some sleep so…Jay. Don’t hang up on me again. It hurt.”

I shook my head at myself. I never wanted to hurt her. “I know. I’m sorry. Hey, but I’ll see you at the Atlanta Con, right? You don’t have any shooting for this weekend, do you?”

“Yeah. Definitely. The director cleared me for that weekend before I even got here.”

“Okay, great. I’ll see you then, Baby Girl.”

“Good night, Jay.”

I bit my lip as I disconnected the call. At least that hadn't changed. She still called me 'Jay' and it still made my heart thud out an extra beat.

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Clif didn't like the idea of me going to the convention alone. I was supposed to be with Jared. I was supposed to stay guarded. But I promised him that I was just going to sneak into the green room and surprise Y/n and then I was gonna grab a drink with her back at the hotel. He insisted on coming along anyway.

I made it to the con hotel about a half hour after karaoke started and I found the green room by memory from the last time we did a con in Atlanta and from there, I had a smitten volunteer take me to the backstage area. I could hear Y/n's voice as we approached. She was singing a duet, some Meghan Trainor thing I had heard her sing in the kitchen while making dinner. But instead of her singing the male and female like she did when she was frying chicken, there was another voice coming through the speakers.

I was, for the first time, irrationally pissed off at her. She brought him to our space. Conventions were ours. Conventions were for the Family and she brought this guy she barely fucking knew into our place.

I went back to the green room and started pacing. "Can you believe that shit? She brought him to a convention! She should know better! He's not one of us! Why would she bring- isn't it bad enough that he's stolen her away?" Clif just shook his head at me and went out into the hallway. He was not shy about the fact that he was on the 'let it go' train Jared was driving. I kept pacing for a few moments before sitting down on one of the couches, seething at her and at him. Tom, who walked in as I was debating leaving the con and pretending that I’d never been there. He stopped at the door and I glared at him. I couldn’t help it.

Y/n followed him into the green room about a minute later, practically bouncing with happiness. “Hey! You were amazing! Your voice is like velvet!” she exclaimed.

He gave her an uncomfortable smile and nodded toward me before he said something I couldn’t hear. She looked over at me and gasped before rushing at me. “What are you doing here on a Friday?!”

I stood up and pulled her into a hug. It felt good to have her in my arms again but I was still pissed off so I just licked my lips and stepped back. “Well, your birthday’s tomorrow. I didn’t wanna miss out on your big two-nine. Though, I kinda feel like I may be a third wheel now that I see him. I cannot believe you invited him to a con.”

She literally rolled her eyes at me and grabbed my hand, pulling me across the room toward him. “Tom, this is Jensen. Jensen, this is Tom.”

He extended his hand for me to shake it and for a moment I almost let him hang, but the look in Y/n’s eyes told me I couldn’t really do that. If I did, I’d be spurning her. So I took his hand and tried to crush it in my own. To his credit, he didn’t show any pain. He just smiled politely and nodded. “It’s a pleasure,” he said and I forced myself to nod at him.

“Right,” I agreed, as I stepped back from him and turned my focus on Y/n. “So...how about a drink, Y/n/n? I mean, if your friend doesn’t mind.”

“I agree, a drink is a wonderful idea. Should we wait until the karaoke fun is over or-” It made me cringe that he answered for her.

“Oh, we definitely have to wait for the finale!” Y/n exclaimed. “Everyone’s gonna sing ‘Carry On My Wayward Son’! If Jensen goes out to sing with us for the finale, the audience will freak the fuck out! He’s literally never here for karaoke!”

I didn’t really feel up to it. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was there except her. “Yeah, I, uh, don’t know if that’s such a good idea, roomie. I just came early for a birthday drink with you...and after you bringing your new friend, I’m sure they’ve probably had enough excitement for one night.”

She immediately slipped into her puppy dog face. “Oh, come on, Jay! The fans will love it!”

I ran my hand down my face and shook my head. “Fuck. You sure do know how to use those eyes on me, don’t you? I...guess I can do some Kansas. But after ‘Carry On’ you and I are grabbing a drink...just the two of us,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t put up any protest. If she protested, I’d just go have a drink by myself...and I thought I was going to have to do that because she looked over her shoulder at Tom, like she was asking permission.

“It’s fine. I’m sure you two have quite a lot to talk about with your...roommate. Meet me back at my hotel afterward?”

His hotel? She was staying at his hotel?

She nodded. “I’ll text you when I’m done. Just to make sure you’re still awake.”

“I’ll put on the strong tea.” He winked at her, then kissed her cheek and left.

I wasn’t sure how to deal with it. I wasn’t sure what to say. I was so full of anger and pain. “So, you’re staying with him now?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m still at the Holiday Inn Express. I did stay at the...Ritz last night. And it looks like I might be staying there again tonight.” I was so hurt and pissed off about the very idea that she already fucked him that my stomach seemed to burn inside.

“Wow, that was fast. I mean, took me months of flirting with you before we made it to the bedroom,” I snapped. I didn’t want to make her feel bad but I was pissed. I could see the offense on her face and I felt bad about it but I was too pissed off to care much.

“Jensen, I had no fucking self esteem when I met you. I-I couldn’t even imagine that someone like you was flirting with me. But...you did and...because you showed me that I was worth the attention of a...of a god among men, I was able to see it for what it really was when Tom asked me for drinks.”

I scoffed. “Oh, so you’re saying that it’s my fault that you’re fuckin’ that guy? That...stupid...British...ginger…” I couldn’t articulate my anger. I couldn’t articulate my feelings.

She looked away but nodded. “In a bit of a roundabout way...yeah. I’m sorry, Jay. It’s just...we can’t ever be more than what we were. You’re married and you love her.”

“Yeah, of course I do, but you and I both know that my love for you didn’t start or stop at the bedroom door,” I reminded her and she looked away from me.

“But the way you love her...your love for her and your kids...it’s all-encompassing. You...can’t…” She sighed and looked away from me. “Jensen, I will always love you. Always, but...I deserve to be someone’s one and only. I would never be more than a--a distraction for your long days away from home. I deserve more than that.”

“I…” I shook my head and looked away from her. “I know. It doesn’t mean I gotta like it, though. I thought we were happy with our prior arrangement.”

“We were...until...I wasn’t.”

“Because you met him,” I accused her.

“Because I realized I wanted more,” she responded.

I was on the verge of tears, my heart breaking at the idea of her wanting more than what I could give her. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to stick around for the finale. Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just...not into it,” I said, starting to walk away.

Her hand wrapped around my wrist and I looked back at her. “Jay, please don’t shut down.”

I couldn’t hold back my anger anymore. “What do you want from me?” I snatched my hand away from her. “If you had told me ‘no’ in January, then it could’ve been okay.” No, it wouldn’t have. It would have hurt if she told me no, but it wouldn’t have hurt like this did. “We could’ve stayed friends but after everything we’ve been through...Y/n, you’re leaving me for Loki. It’s that simple.”

“We weren’t dating, Jensen!” she whispered, furiously. “I was your sex toy. I was something for you to play with when you were away from your wife!”

“I love you and you know that!” I growled and I was a little bit louder than I should have been.

“But you can’t be with me,” she whispered...and her voice was full of so much pain...and that hurt me.

Fuck, I just wanted everything to be okay. “What if I could?” I asked, before clarifying. “What if...we were really together?”

She looked around, obviously making sure that no one was around to hear what I’d said. Obviously, I wouldn’t have said that in front of anyone. She shook her head. “You’d never leave her and I would never want you to. It’s the last thing I want to be a homewrecker and she is your home. Her and JJ and A-to-Z.” I love the way she called the twins ‘A-to-Z’ but I couldn’t appreciate it right then. “I would never want to break that up. But I deserve to be with someone I can tell my family about. I deserve to be with someone for more than just the few weekends we do conventions and the couple weeks I shoot on the show. I’m not gonna be on Supernatural forever, Jay, and what then? I deserve-”

I couldn’t hear her say anymore. “I know that! I just wish I could be what you deserve.”

She looked irritated. “If I’d met you before 10 Inch Hero...but I never would have...before…” She shook her head. “Jensen, it’s just not in the cards for us. You should find someone else because...I’m moving on.”

“I don’t want another girlfriend. I want you.”

She looked away from me and sighed. “Fuck, Jay. I’m ready for a grown-up relationship. I am ready from more than just sex.”

That. That hit me harder than anything else. “Is that what you think this was? You can’t really think that’s all you and I had.”

“We couldn’t ever be anything else!” she hissed at me and I could see that she was as hurt by the whole argument as I was but my anger and hurt wouldn’t let me empathize. “We were never going to date or-or have a relationship that I could ever tell my friends or family about. I was always going to be a secret. What we did, for the past eight months, was hide in dark corners and behind bedroom doors and I knew for the last couple months that I wasn’t ever going to get more than that. I thought it was what I wanted. I thought that was less drama and it would be a good idea because the last time I tried to have something real was when I lost everything. I lost myself in Nate but I’m better now. I’m a fuckin’ adult, Jay, and I deserve-”

“I know!” I couldn’t help but lose my temper because she was right. She was right and I didn’t want to hear it. I just wanted her. Why did that have to be so fucking hard? “I get it! I’m not giving you what you deserve! But I’m not gonna stand here and pretend to like this shit because I don’t!”

“Keep your damn voice down!” she demanded, looking around nervously. I didn’t even care if someone heard at that moment. My world was crashing down. Her eyes were sad but she was breaking up with me and there was too much happening in my heart for me to care about what some fan or one of our friends was gonna say. “Fuck, Jensen...I can’t do this. If you want to push me away...if you wanna end our friendship over this…” She got a little fire behind her eyes as she stepped up closer and looked up at me. “If you wanna act like I’m fucking wronging you by stepping away from my status as your sanctioned fuck-toy, especially when I know that your wife was not as on-board as you both made it seem...Fine,” she bit out before stomping away.

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I’m the fuckin’ bad guy here, right?! Happy birthday, Y/n!” I shouted as she disappeared into the hallway. I punched the nearest chair but it didn’t make me feel better, so I moved to the closest wall. I was about to do some damage when Clif walked in.

“The hell do you think you’re doing? Padalecki’s the one who’s supposed to get his ass hurt.”

“I don’t wanna hear it, Clif.” He scoffed as he followed me out the back door of the green room, heading toward the parking lot.

“You’re being a dumbass,” he said as soon as we got in the SUV.

“Said I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Yeah, but you need to. Am I your friend?”

I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture. I didn’t want to hear how I’d fucked everything up. But I didn’t have anywhere to go once he started driving to the hotel.

“Course you are.”

“And you know I’ve been watching. I’ve been around. I see things a lot of folks don’t, right?”

“Yeah.”

“She was on her way out before Danneel even met her.” I glared at him in the rearview mirror. Yeah, I just heard her say the same shit, but I didn’t want to believe it. “I could see it in her eyes after you started with the lovey-dovey bullshit. As much as she wanted you, she knew that you couldn’t give her what she needed...and you can’t.”

I shook my head. “Clif...you don’t understand.”

“I do. I watch, remember? You’re so in love. I know. But now you have to give her an opportunity to have something else.” I looked out the window as he pulled into the parking garage at the hotel and parked. “I’m not going to tell you to focus on your family or any of the crap Jared’s been telling you. I’m going to ask you: does Y/n deserve someone who can shout his feelings from the rooftops, or should she stay someone’s secret for the rest of her life?”

I didn’t have to answer. We all knew exactly what Y/n deserved.

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congratulations on 50 your writing is an absolute chefs kiss, can i request a fluff fic? Im a sucker for soft comforty strange 💤

Oh my goodness!! You are so kind! I hope you enjoy this.

No One Loves Like Ghosts

Word Count: 1,805

Summary: The reader and Stephen have a few things to get off their chests

Warnings: none? Fluffy comfort (grab the tissues)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Doctor Strange, or any characters mentioned in this story

The light of the sun pierced through the curtains of 177A Bleecker Street, stirring the woman awake. Normally the alarm on her phone would wake her up, but she had turned her notifications off, enjoying a nice evening with her crime-solving partner and better half, Doctor Stephen Strange. She sat up in the bed, taking in a deep breath before looking over at him. He had still been sleeping, watching his chest rise and fall. She smiled looking at him feeling incredibly lucky to have him by her side. She broke through his walls to see who the real Stephen was, and he was just as she suspected he was.

She gently turned in the bed, placing her feet on the floor before standing up. Wong was in Kamar-Taj performing his higher duties, as he delicately called them. Y/n could only imagine what was considered higher duties, but the Sorcerer Supreme had to ensure Earth's safety from outside invaders and threats, she knew he was busy, which meant she could bother Stephen more. Grabbing his t-shirt from the floor, the woman pulled her hair from under the shirt, the hair bouncing off her back as it settled. It was still considered early, 7:30 am according to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room.

The woman left the room quietly, heading down the hallway towards the staircase. Her feet were covered by a pair of socks, making tiny thuds as she walked. She wanted to surprise Stephen with breakfast, one of the few things she got better at in adulthood. She wasn't Rachel Ray or Martha Stewart, but she could put a meal together in a pinch. The question was if it tasted good together. She had some blunders, remembering the time she burnt a chicken beyond repair, giving up and ordering a pizza for the three of them to eat. As embarrassing as it was to serve a pizza and toss the chicken away, it was still a funny memory to have. Stephen didn't let her live down the moment, watching as she pulled the chicken out of the oven as it was on fire. His quick thinking not only saved her skin from being burnt but made such a mess to clean up.

She could, however, make pancakes and eggs. Once in the kitchen, she grabbed everything she needed from the refrigerator and pantry. The eggs wouldn't take long to make, so she started on the pancakes first. Oddly enough, she hated breakfast when she was younger. It felt like a chore to eat in the mornings, feeling that eating that early would make her sick throughout the day. She got better over time, starting with apple or orange slices, then adding a piece of toast to the mix. Now she enjoyed breakfast foods, even in the afternoon and evening time.

Several minutes passed, and the pancake mixture had been sitting in a bowl next to the oven. The carton of eggs was next to them. She hummed to herself as she poured the first two pancakes into the pan, flipper in hand. She was still a little tired, so she had been caught off guard a little when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Once she felt his chest resting on her back and his chin resting on the top of her head, she settled. "Good morning, darling."

Stephen hummed a little. "Good morning, Hunny." He woke up a few minutes after she left their room. He was an early riser as well, and he didn't sleep well without her around. It was no wonder that he woke up after he finally detected her absence. "That's my t-shirt."

The woman laughed a little, flipping the pancakes in the pan. "Well, it looks like it's mine now." She leaned back in his embrace, soaking up all of the attention he gave her.

"Don't worry, I'll just collect it later," he spoke before placing a kiss on her head. He heard the music that was playing from the speaker on the counter opposite the pancake mix and eggs. "Together Forever, Rick Astley. 1987." He stated, feeling confident in his answer.

"The musical genius wins again." She replied before turning around in his arms. "You've won the game! Your prize is a dance or an equal sum of the cash value."

He looked down at Y/n, narrowing one eyebrow. "I'll take the money."

"Stephen!" She gasped, placing a hand on his chest. Since she took his t-shirt, he had been bare-chested, donning the sweatpants he wore the night before.

He winked at her, something he was good at in general, but he knew how to tease her. "If you didn't want me to take the money, then you shouldn't have offered it." He responded, his arms still wrapped around her frame.

The woman smirked, turning around to remove the pancakes from the pan, then set the pan on a different burner, turning the heat off. She couldn't have asked for a better morning. They didn't wake up to any type of commotion or destruction outside of their home. Life in New York City was as it should be; people going to work, children attending school, life working as it normally did. The two of them were able to breathe and get ready for their day ahead. If only it had been a Sunday morning, with rain falling.

Y/n laughed, listening as the song changed to Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. She covered her face as she laughed. This brought a bit of confusion to Stephen. "Is something funny?" He asked her, his hold loosening up on her.

The woman turned around, wrapping her arms around him. Her amusement was painted on her face. "I was just thinking about this song, actually. How I wish it was Sunday and raining outside, how I'd love to have a lazy morning in bed with you. Something that seems rare for us."

He shook his head, grinning before taking two steps back, bringing her with him. "Well, it is Thursday and sunny, but you know I would love to stay in with you for as long as I can." He took a half a turn, leading them in a small circle in the kitchen, a lazy waltz as he preferred to call it.

She looked up at him before pressing the side of her face to his chest. "We can always look forward to our next rainy Sunday morning." She responded before taking in a deep breath. She rolled her eyes, smelling the fresh cologne he put on before walking down the stairs to find her. "God, why do you always smell so good?"

Stephen chuckled as he spun them around. "Because basic hygiene is quite literally life-saving?" He asked in response to her question, which he found adorable. Voicing the amount of adorable it was, he could never admit it. "I could ask you the same thing."

She turned her head to look up at him. "Because I am very particular about my scents." The woman had surrounded herself with the scent or rose water. There was a greenhouse on the roof where she had a rosebush she had been caring for over two years now. Her perfume was a mix of roses and ivys, and her bath wash was from the same company and line as her perfume.

The two of them danced around in the kitchen, listening to the music that was playing from the speaker. Stephen knew he needed to be ready for anything that could come their way, but he wanted to enjoy the time he had with Y/n. He was learning from his past, and pushing through his stubbornness to go through life without having an attachment to another person. The thought of having somebody need him scared him, what if said person found another person to need more than him? What if he couldn't protect him?

His facial expressions soften up a little, the woman noticing this. "Stephen," she started. "What going on? What's on your brain?"

She knew him well, this he knew. "I can't help feeling that one day.. you're going to want to be with somebody else. Someone who is better than me." He admitted, feeling a crushing weight in his chest. "I can't help but to think what we would be today if I never went to Kamar-Taj. What if I never had my accident? Who we would be if I was still Dr. Strange, M.D and P.H.D."

The woman's eyes softened a little, moving one hand to cup his face, a gesture he melted into. "I don't know what we would be had we never met. I often think about if you would have ever noticed me if you were still a surgeon." She told him before he opened his eyes again, looking into her eyes. "I feel like what matters the most is that we have each other. I have never had the type of relationship I have with you before. Nobody has made me feel the way you make me feel. I would rather die millions of painful deaths knowing I love you with every fiber of my being than give you up for anybody else."

He didn't know how to feel, her words were a heavy confession. It made him stop in his tracks as he continued to hold her in his arms. Nobody had ever admitted their love for him in such a way before. How could she love him in such a way? He was arrogant, and ambitious, and had to be the best at everything. "How do you know you feel that way?" He asked her, his voice a few octaves above a whisper.

She smiled at him, her top lip quivering slightly. "Because I've never had to ask myself once if this relationship was going to end badly. I've never had to worry about if you cared about me because I know you do." She told him, feeling warm within her soul. "I've seen you when we have been out. I have seen the look in your eyes when you look at me, and it's everything to me."

Stephen couldn't help himself. He brought her body in closer to his, hugging her tightly to him. She reached up, her head resting on his shoulders. "Please, don't leave me, Y/n. I love you more than you could imagine."

The woman felt a mix of emotions well up in her. She was so thrilled, so caught off guard by his confession, she was so in love with him. Nothing else mattered to her. Only Stephen. "I love you, Stephen Strange. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, I'll love you tomorrow, and I'll continue to love you until the end of time. Even after the end of time."

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 13

Gif Caption: Top Gif: The Avenger's from Marvel's the Avengers Bottom Gif: The classic Stranger things group from Netflix's Stranger Things.

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Reader: 18-19 | Female Reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Stephen Strange (MCU), Hanniable King (MCU) Daimon Hellstrom (MCU), Morbius the living Vampire (MCU), Blade (MCU), Jennifer Kale (MCU), Steve Grant/Marc Spector (MCU), Johnny Blaze/ Ghost Rider (MCU), Brucer Banner/ Hulk (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Tony Stark (MCU), Natasha Romanoff (MCU), Steve Roggers (MCU), Bucky Barnes (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Vision (MCU) Eddie Brock/ Venom (MCU), Deadpool (MCU), Billy Russo (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST) Billy Hargrove (ST), Eddie Munson (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Joyce Byers (ST)

A/n: this more of eludes to relationships Y/n has had with other marvel character including almost all midnight sons, Moonknight's the only one that doesnt make a full appearance.

Warnings: Y/n's Past, past abuse, stress eating, Hellstrom being the biggest bitch alive,

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New York city

You're true home.

Though it didn't seem like that much anymore.

You Missed Hawkin's clean air and its tiny little single gas station

New York had gas stations on every corner it seemed like

With a grocery store down every street.

Though New York hsd good character from its immigrants, a new face and culture around every corner, Hawkins had a cozy feeling, it nice to see a familiar face everywhere you turned and though New York could have that same feeling you just had to know too many people.

"Nice to be home." Natasha spoke.

"Yeah." Y/n responded.

"I don't know. I kind of liked the Farm life." Yelena spoke, "No fancy cars and aliens every two mintues."

"Please. A relish in the fact if its just aliens." Steve told.

Y/n looked out the window, "Where's dad having you take me today"

"Tony asked for you."

"Oh great." Y/n spoke.

"For what?"

"You'll see."

"He's throwing you a party." Bucky spoke.

"Buck!" Steve complained.

"What!? She's not a partier!"

It was true.

So instead of just getting rest or simply dwelling on Hawkins

Tony Stark was throwing you a welcome back party

It was small supposedly

It was not small at all

Sure you were glad to see, every superhero Tony could possibly invite

But your just not into partying you never will be.

But its too late either way

What are you going to do? Jump out the moving car into oncoming traffic

Actually?

Natasha can stop you before you too

So your stuck at this party.

You must be Honest It was nice to see Matt and Peter again.

But then they all started coming, Hanniable, Dr.Strange,

Who The f u c k brought Eddie and Venom all the way from SF just to be here

And the Gardians.

Half them didnt really realize you at first.

"Y/n?"

"In the flesh." Y/n spoke raising her glass half full with shirley-temple.

"Wow would you look at you." He contuined on, "Your so fuckin old now."

"Yes. Thank you Wade." Y/n spoke, "Hallujeah."

You actually see Tony for the first time when you go outside to get air.

"Mr.Party thrower taking a break. Never see that every day." Y/n spoke hoping up on the ledge and taking a seat.

"I knew you would follow." He spoke, proud of himself like he had make some crazy plan to get her out here.

"What did you do Stark?"

"You had quiet the semester in Hawkins. You and your dad." Tony told.

"Yeah well." Y/n spoke taking a drink of her soda, "Chaos always did follow me."

"My point exactly." Tony added, "wouldn't you like to deal with that Chaos. Legally."

"Okay you want something." Y/n told, "what is it."

Tony was silent, drinking his scotch in hand, great he had to drink befofe he told spilt the beans.

Y/n got up off the ledge, drink still sitting on the ledge.

He finished his drink.

"We need another Avenger-"

"Tony!"

"Y/n! Come on kid! Its the highest honor!-"

Y/n rolled her eyes, throwing her arm out to her sides in anger, hitting her glass off the ledge.

Shit.

The two looked over the edge, "Sorry!" She shouted hearing a car alarm go off soon after.

"A plus is I pay for shit like that." Tony defended.

"Im not becoming an avenger."

"Come on!"

He followed her from the porch, "come on! Give me a good reason why-"

"I've already kicked your ass once. Don't make me kick it again." Y/n argued, "thanks for the party."

You were quick to go back to the party in hopes of retreiving your bag and walking you way to Hell's Kitchen or even catch a train

Could you catch a train back to Hawkins?

Wouldnt be a bad idea

"If it isnt Y/n damn Castiglione- Castle- Russo?"

The voice stops her in the halls, "Whattya doin here Hellstrom?"

"Heard someone ran in with the devil."

"You heard Wrong."

He chuckled, "Well then. I came here to drink my soul in your name. Take a bottle."

A bottle of beer was shoved into her hand, "To hell!" He cheered pulling her along

Though you didnt drink what was in the bottle you were pushed into a crowd, forced to conversate.

Fuckin Hellstrom you swear

Luckily you ended up just standing near Vision near an open door to the balcony.

You guys made small talk here and there but nothing huge

Neither of you two are big talkers when it comes to small talk.

You also learned that Bottle Hellstrom shoved into your hands was actually a old fashion root beer, it was just soda.

Warm soda...ew.

So you went to get a different one

And the exits right there.

And you manage to waltz right out of the main room to go get your bag to go somewhere anyone but a party.

So with quick feet you make it out the tower going down on its various elevators.

Just to get caughtn by Bruce Banner- well Hulk technically.

"Sneaking away now are we?"

"God. Damn it." Y/n complained, "Please! Please don't make me go back! PLEASE!"

"Okay! Okay!" Bruce laughed, "You've convinced me."

"Oh thank god." Y/n sighed.

"Pizza or Chinese?" Bruce asked.

"What about that place that does a little bit of everything?" Y/n questioned

"Ooh! I like that place."

So. Instead of a party you, and the Hulk went to some tiny whole in the wall place, its once entrence down an Alley way.

Banner's tall and large form barely could squeeze through the door and into the small place with tacky decorations hanging from the ceiling hitting his head

There you both are sitting with bowls of ramen and a full pizza between you two.

"Okay Okay. So this. Kid. Opened a portal to another dimension and its easy to access?" Hulk asked, Y/n eating an absurbed amount noodles at once.

"So!-" Y/n spoke but stopped, chewing her food and swallowing, "Basically, the call it the Upside down...they basically broke the Acrobat Theroy."

"The Acrobat Theroy?" He asked, "What the hell is the Acrobat Theroy."

"Its similar to the String Theroy." Y/n replied.

"The existance of atleast 10 diffrent dimensions and they combined and unification of the energy they produce." Banner told, "We could go back and forth within time if mindkind was able to conquer said dimensions."

"Right." Y/n told, breaking the egg that sat in her broth, take in another chopstick full.

"Okay. So your telling. This Eleven year old-"

"No. No" y/n told, "Eleven is her name."

"Okay. So this girl. Eleven." Bruce told, "Created enough energy, to rip a black hole within time and space."

Y/n nodded, "and Had enough power to close it too."

"And you had no idea to call me." Bruce spoke in defense.

"I got busy." Y/n spoke in defense.

"Right Right. The flower head dogs."

"Demodogs."

"Is that like. A compound or-"

"Mhm!" Y/n hummed with a smile, "You'd love Dustin! You both and your compound shit."

So you two spent the night eating foods that shouldn't go together

Your salt intake is probally insane that night

Between Ramen, and Pizza. And a churro stand you guys found walkin around.

Okay you can't lie your stress eating.

You dont understand why, you're home, you're gonna be back in action, why be stressed? This is what you wanted orginally.

You're lucky you and Bruce are able to catch a midnight train

More of like a 2 am train

You two just talking

He understands what its like to get what you want just to realize you dont know what you want

He ends up taking you back to the Avengers Complex where the party is still goin on.

You suppose you have to crash there, everyone's been drinking.

"Y/n!?" Thor asked, he hadn't seen her the first round about.

"Hey Thor-"

"Move." Loki spoke dragging her along, "We both have much to talk about."

Loki drags you away to safety on a balcony.

"So. Hows my little red head shit disturber?" Loki asked, "Max!"

"Max Mayfeild?" Y/n questioned.

"Well yes." Loki spoke, "She is the only red head there I stole quaters with."

"You Loki Layfeyson king of the Frost Giants-"

"Ah. Ah ah. God." Loki corrected.

"Point is." Y/n commented, "You care? About someone besides yourself?"

"Haha." Loki mocked.

Y/n leaned back in the chair, letting her feet rest on the edge of the balcony.

"She's good." Y/n spoke, "Shes good yeah."

"You're goin back soon Im assuming." Loki spoke, "I am hoping to accompany you, after all the winter months are upon us."

Y/n was silent, drinking her drink.

"You're not going back?" Loki questioned, "are you?"

"My dad sent me away here for training I don't know how long it'll take." Y/n answered, "Seeming Im at a party right now. It seems like a while."

You and Loki fall asleep on the loveseat on the porch, talking back and forth

You do alot of talking.

You wake up the next day and your in a bed.

WHO TF PUT YOU IN A BED.

You dont recongize this place at first

"Well. Guess we should get this shit show started then?"

"Ah. Dr.Douche. its just you." Y/n sighed Stephen leaning against the door fram with two mugs in hand.

"Slightly hurtful but I'll allow it." Stephen spoke walking in the room sitting next to her on the bed, "After all. Im gonna hurt you alot more than you'll ever hurt me."

Y/n raised a brow taking the mug, "what?"

"You're training?" Stephen responded.

"Already? Does that mean I get to be done quicker?"

"Theoretically." He spoke, "Though. We have choosen to join train you-"

"We?" Y/n asked.

"There she is!"

"Ah shit its Hellstrom." Y/n complained.

"He's here to break you." Strange spoke.

"Im sorry-" y/n defended.

"Part of his training."

"Now. Shall we take a trip to hell?" Hellstrom smiled

"Breakfast first?" Y/n asked, "Please?"

"I control a part of hell. Im not evil."

So why you're about to take a walk to Hell, Hawkins was. Well Hawkins

Munson often was seen by your locker, it now empty and free to open and close as pleased due to the lock no locker being there.

Though you called him a Freak, it was in all good fun, he liked it. Like receiving a nickname.

You were actually one of the few nice to him.

When Eddie wasnt there Billy was often there.

Yeah his locker was right besides Y/n's at one point but he cant help but expect some snarky commented to come from the closed locker door.

"Awe. Missed me Hargrove?"

Thats what he expected, snarky and full of confidence.

And the kids were the same way, often wanting to call you at the end of there days, to ask who you defeated. Who you teamed up with.

A cork board being set up in the AV room often peices of newspaper clipps focused around articles they thought assumed to you or any art someone had done in the paper that looked like you

Steve took it hard. He took it real hard.

Dating just didnt seem important anyone.

Wanting a lady on his arm seemed...unimportant

He rather be carried bridal style in your arms out of class at any given day.

Nancy had gotten closer to him, but played too much, after all she did and said, she was still kissing on Jonathan

So it just pushed Steve's buttons more.

Then there was Frank.

Frank Castle. The big bad Punisher

Had sunken into work, it was easier to be distracted than dwell

But within doing so. Not facing a heart breaking decision, he left everyone behind, locked the door to your room and threw away the key.

Bringing you home is what he wanted most. And he knew if he just faltered the slightest, he would cave and you'd come running home.

Like litterally you'd run home, barefoot if you had too

So. No contact with you was best

But in response to those surpressed Emotions: Joyce was unfortunately sandwiched between

And arguements started, multiple, but just because Frank was the Punisher didnt mean she was leaving him alone.

During one of these said Arguments at his place, the phone rang, and Joyce answered it despite being told not to.

It was you, you sounded exhausted, tired, desperate to even talk to him, but before Joyce could say anything Frank just grabbed the phone not with anger, not snatching it out of her hand, but softly grabbing it and hanging it up

That explained alot to Joyce.

Meanwhile Y/n's litterally suffering during this training.

Sure combat was combat fighting came easy to her.

But it was the mental training.

The litteral mental torture while she tried not to break.

"Let me out."

Hellstrom sat in a chair, across from hers the chair backs touching each other. Both sat in said chairs facing one another.

"Let me out."

"I'll let you out when you face this-"

"Fuck you!" Y/n shouted.

Shouts and glass breaking could be heard from the other room. Her younger self shouting for her brother. Who Y/n knew had been knocked unconscious.

"I can't fuckin' train you if you don't break!" Hellstrom shouted back.

"Break?!" Y/n asked getting up, he following suit, "You want me to break!? Well it aint happenin! I've survied this! I conquered this! I won! So let me go. Now."

She pushed past him, he grabbing her by the bicep but she turned around quickly grabbing the half empty bottle on the table, pulling away from him.

"Hit me again. And I'll drop it." She threatened.

"I didn't hit you." Hellstrom defended himself.

Y/n looked at the bottle in hand, "I didn't-"

"Didn't what?" He asked, "Direct that towards me?"

Y/n set the bottle on the table, "I'm leaving. Be you like it or not."

Hellstrom watched her walk away, "so you dont want to the bottle of alcholol to go with that?"

"Fuck you Daimon!" Y/n argued walking towards the door seeing the Sanctum hallway infront of her, "thank you for not putting me in hells hallway."

"Yeah of course." He sighed, opening the bottle she once threatened to break, "Ask Strange to portal me some ice would you?"

Y/n walked out the room, closing it behind her with a slam. A pentagram branding the door almost as a in use bathroom sign.

You walked you way past Strange, who was telling you what needed to be done in training.

"Im leaving." Y/n told him walking into her room packing her bag.

"And where are you going to go-"

"Anywhere. But here." Y/n told, "Fuck your midnight sons, fuck magic and Fuck You."

"What good is doing you running away?" Stephen argued.

"Gets me away from New York. Im going to Hawkins-"

"You're not ready-"

"Im ready when I say Im ready." Y/n told turning to him, "Im ready."

"Very well." Stephen spoke, "go stay with Blaze for the rest of the day. I'll take you home tommrow."

Y/n grabbed her things, quickly packing her things.

Johnny Blaze was at the sanctum within the hour.

Thank god for him

He was quiet, and was a good listener while he usually worked on his bike

So you were more than glad when he picked you up on his bike

Just to take you back to his place where you both sat in a garage, he fixing up his bike, he never did stop working on.

"You can sleep wherever." He explained, "My bed is free."

Y/n sat on the futon, Johnny getting back to his bike.

"There's some pizza rolls in the freezer if ya want them."

"Thanks." Y/n spoke getting up.

"Get me a beer while your at it please.'

So you made pizza rolls and grabbed a beer and a old fashion creme soda.

Bringing it over he thanked you, and asked for a wrench on the table

Johnny Blaze was a quiet character compared to other midnight sons and despite his appearance when litterally a burning skull that worked with Hell flames he was a decent dude that liked the silence and working on his bike.

Often the listener of you retelling yours and Frank arguements

So he was quick to pick up that you were angry when he even picked you up

"So where did you and Frank hide out?" Johnny asked.

"Hawkins, Indiana." Y/n responded, handing him the beer he taking one of the pizza rolls from her plate as well, she taking the initiative to simply sit next to him.

"How was it?" He asked, holding a bolt between his lips, "Nothin like the city eh?"

"Yeah..." y/n spoke, "nothin like the city."

"That a good thing? Or a bad thing?"

"Im not sure..." y/n responded.

"What's so great about Hawkins then?"

Y/n laid back, knees up, plate on her stomach.

"You'd love it. Road. The road it just. Goes on. And on." Y/n told him, "and its just dead set in the middle of no where with trees beyond what you'd assume is the horzion. And a Quarry. Oh it's a beatiful sight..."

Johnny listened intently. Her drag off seemed...off, like there was suppose to a 'but,' and a long slew of bad things about Hawkins.

"But?" Johnny asked.

"But what?" Y/n questioned.

"But nothing?" He probed, "Nothing. Bad."

Y/n sat in thought, he looking down at her, "There's this. Guy."

"There it is..." he mummbled going back to work on his motorcycle, "Does this Guy, have a name?"

"Steve. Harrington." Y/n told, "he's. Something else...he's...sweet...like the color blue..."

She chuckled, "he's one hell of a baby sitter for sure."

"And whats this guy look like?"

Y/n thought, "he's got these beatiful brown eyes there dark usually, yet when they glass over they lighten, it's really a sadness in beauty thing, cheesey crap."

Y/n popped a pizza roll in her mouth, "Well don't worry. You're goin back tommrow, enjoy love while you can. You can't protect it once its gone."

Y/n was silent and probbed over Johnny's words, she looked up at the ceiling. He made a good point. She wanted to protect Steve.

"You've lost." Y/n explained sitting up, "before."

"Lost?" Johnny asked.

"Lost. Battles. Fights ya know....people." y/n told.

"Yeah... I have." He answered, "At the end of the day it's yourself that holds you back."

Y/n hummed in response.

The next day come, you knocking on the door to the Sanctum.

Stephen's surpised you came back on your own to get portaled back home

But you tell him you're staying, and just want to finish this training as quick as you can.

That includes Hellstrom's training in your own little hell

From that point on, you've vanished from Hawkins

No more Letters to the kids, Billy or Steve

Postcards are rare and so are newspaper clippings

Calls stop all together, especially to Frank

He catches himself staring at the phone sometimes thinking your going to call

But you dont

You want to get back to Hawkin's as soon as you can

And the only way to do that is to do this training.

7 days a week almost 24 hours a day you're busy.

Except for sleeping, they do make you sleep

You were busy just with mental training with Hellstrom and Strange

Until you started opening portals.

There not strong yet, but good enough for now

And because you can portal yourself places Training with the other midnight sons become a weekly thing.

Luckily trainning often happens in pairs or in a group

Especially the vampire group: Hanniable, Blade amd Morbius often come at you in one on three in combat training.

Sure you can handle one, maybe two. But by youself your getting floored every three seconds.

By the time you could actually dodge and actually fight the three at once it's nearing spring

And with constant training, you're able to fight, take down each one

You thought yes! You did it you were fucking done!

Here comes Jennifer Kale.

"NOO!"

"THATS RIGHT BITCH IM BACK!" Kale cheered.

"I thought I was done!" Y/n complained, covered in bandages and bruises, "I thought this was the last one!"

"Come on. Sure they could train you but lets be honest." She spoke, "you need a woman to train you."

"And thats suppose to mean what?" Morbius argued.

"Well with that response it means I ticked you off." She spoke with a smirk, "Just like I wanted. Plus I mean look at her."

"I think im fine-"

"Sweetie you're covered in bandages with baggy chlothes and Blades old vest." She told, "You could use lady time."

So there she was dragging you away, you mouthing "help me" to the men who stood there

They did nothing

And you're off to do some "girl time"

Which is litterally go and eat with somewhere

"So hows it go?"

"Im tired." Y/n explained.

"Well you are trying to squeeze every Midnight Son training you before Summer starts."

"I'd like to be with my dad for my birthday." Y/n explained, "since I didn't get christmas with him."

She smiled, "So. What do you want from me? You know training wise? Johnny's letting you build a hell on wheels bike, I know You've beat Marcs ass before. The Vampire gang is beatin the shit out of you and you them, Strange and Hellstrom got the mind part. What do you want from me?"

"How-"

"Magic." Jennifer told.

"Right.." Y/n mumbled eating some of her food.

"Yet you're still bothered." She explained, "What is it?"

"I've done the training. I've cut everyone off to focus on it. I beat the trio more than once. I can open portals and read every book in the libary. I've watched and accepted what Hellstrom's put infront of me. My own past, what I thought I conquered," Y/n explained, "So why am I still struggling."

"Well. Hellstrom is essentially using magic on you." She explained, "Magic gets deep inside you."

"But I don't get it. Hellstrom has been using his damn devil door the whole time. It's the same thing! Over and Over! It's the same damn day every damn time. Im there. In. In that room Billy and I-"

"Billy?" Jennifer asked, "You're brother? Billy Russo?"

"Yeah." Y/n explained.

"Ever think it's Billy in your way instead of yourself?" Jennifer infromed.

"No..he left....that same day. I watch him walk out that door 24/7 when Im in that damn hell hole." Y/n defended.

"You ever follow him out the door?"

"What?" Y/n asked, "no. Why would I? It's just generic hell beyond that point."

"Hellstrom's got a way with his doors." Jennifer informed, "He's arrgoant and an ass. Won't give you advice, rather you scream and shout at him. Till you cry. He's brutal. Try the door trick- Hey are you gonna eat your peice of cheesecake?"

"No here take it."

"Oh. Love the leather jacket by the way. Never liked brown to much myself."

"Yeah. Thanks."

So while you guys ate you talked about other things.

Nothing too big

She's said she teaching you in blocking magic and it's spells rather than teach you magic itself

So that training starts as soon as tommrow.

But what She had said about following your brother throughout what Hellstrom had set you in was something that plauged the back of your mind.

So you sit back at that crummy table, filled with alcholol and old mugs.

Hellstrom's smoking at the table reading a paper.

You got up, walking out the room the area familiar to you from the past. Its easy to follow the shouting, but before your even in the room, a young Billy Russo is rushing past you to leave.

Following him, he opens the front door despite the screaming and shouting in the background.

His steps are quick and almost hard to follow, you tripping over the tipped over hallway table.

He closed the door with a slam before you could get to him, you rushed to open the door after him hoping nothing had changed.

Yet when you open it and stumble out it the door closing on its own behind you and your left in a New York Alleyway.

Going to turn around to go back the door was gone

"Wait! Wait! Hellstorm! I don't have my sling ring! Hellstorm! Hello!?" Y/n called, unknown if she qas in a diffrent section of hell or in the real world.

She walked out of the alleyway. If this was hell or a diffrent part, Wow. The devil has been busy rendering and mapping out New York.

Y/n looked around, its night outside, and there's a bar across the street it' open and mildly busy.

Checking her pockets she had some cash on her. She walked across the street, jay walking like it was no ones bussniess. Walking inside she went to the bar.

"Can I help you kid?"

"Yeah. You sell food?'

"Yeah."

"Cool I'll have the cheapest thing on the menu." Y/n explained, "and change for the phone booth."

He took the money from her, she taking a seat next to a man in black.

"Hey Billy..."

"Hey..."

Y/n was quiet, "How'd you know?"

"I. Its a hunch." Y/n spoke softly, "We're siblings arent we?"

He took a drink of his beer, "If you found me this easy. Frank must he with you."

"No." Y/n responded, "Just me..."

"Ricardo." Billy spoke up catching the bartenders attention, "Get her a rootbeer float would you?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks." Y/n spoke with a smile, the man walking off to go make the drink with a nod.

It was silent for a moment, Y/n looking at the wooden bar.

"So. What have you been doing?" Billy asked, Y/n shurggung.

"Just the usual..." Y/n answered, "Im in highschool now...was."

"Wow." He spoke, "didnt work out for you?"

Y/n shrugged, "I..it was really...I really liked it."

A smile fell onto her face, "I really loved it."

"Where were you going then? To school?"

"I..can't..."

"Yeah." He spoke, Y/n slidding him the untouched root beer.

"Right. Sorry..."

Y/n thanked the man who set a bowl of chips and a rootbeer float infront of her, along with change.

"I wish I could...I shouldn't even be talking to you-"

"You could come with me any time. You know that." Billy quickly intruppted, wanting nothing more than to be with his sister once again.

"I...I know." Y/n responded, "Billy. I. Can't trust you no more. Not like I use too."

"I know. Me and Frank-"

"No. Its. You. Just you." Y/n responded, "You left me at Walsah's-"

"Don't say his name."

Y/n was silent, "Alright. You left me there. And I went back. And I killed him."

"It was you..."

"It was me." Y/n responded, "I did that because I love you. Because I thought that would make us close again. Maybe you'd come running. But you didnt. You ran. Again. But this time. You ran from me-"

"Me? You ghosted me. I'm your brother-"

"Is it bad that I needed time for myself?" Y/n responded, "I spent all my life, trying to grow up so when you see me again you'd be proud of me. But you werent coming back- you never did. So I killed Arthur Walsh and I did that for you. You Billy. And despite what you did. To me. To Frank. I still love you. You're my brother. But I betray the people who love me and have my back, just so I could be selfish and see you. So. Russo...next time I see you. Be ready for a fight."

Billy was shaking with anger, and tears glossed over both of there eyes. A final goobye.

Y/n got up, thanking the bar tender and walking away from Billy and out the door.

"Well I'll be damned." Daimon spoke up leaning against the glass, "Someone finally broke. Welcome to the Midnight Sons."

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wtfhasmy-lifecometo · 2 years

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Daisy

Stephen Strange x reader

Requested? No

Warnings? Just thought of this so it likely isn’t going to be proof read… pure domestic fluff ☁️

“Honey, it’s time for bed. Come on, you can finish that page tomorrow.” You were almost finished with this page, fingers tracing underneath the intricate words littered within the old paper, when you heard him. “I’m almost done my love, this story is just, so fascinating to me, at least let me finish this last part and I’ll be there.” Your body, flush with the cushy but worn down chair, knees brought in towards your chest, it’s like you’ve been swallowed within it. With your mind still partially focused on the last few sentences of the page, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself when you heard Stephen huff in defeat, “baby it’s only a few more sentences, I don’t think you’re going to fall within the earth if I don’t come to you right this very moment” you finally broke your gaze away from the book to look at him, his face, plastered with a pout and his baby blue eyes looking at you, practically begging for you to be done with that damned book. You sighed, knowing you’ve been overthrown by Stephen in this minute banter, you made your way to the bed, “you’re lucky i oh so love those baby blues of yours Stephen, because if I didn’t I would’ve been still over there, reading my favorite book.” All he could do was smirk in victory, “is that so? Honey, this is the third time you’ve read that same book. It’s okay to set it down, you already know everything within it.” You nestled yourself into his side, hiding yourself in the blankets, his arm bringing itself around you, fingers running through your hair, “here’s the thing, there’s a reason I’ve read that very same book, three times now. The storyline is terrific, it is by far one of the best written books I’ve ever read. So, I’ll read it as many times as I’d like to.” He could only chuckle at your statement, “yeah, well, sometimes your husbands’ needs are more important than a book.” His voice, filled with a playful tone, rumbled through your ears as you continued to rest your head against his chest. “Anyway, before bed, I’ve got something for you, I picked it up today while I was out.” This made your ears perk up, what could he have found and decided to get for you? Granted, he doesn’t always buy things for you but when he does, it’s always something genuine and meaningful. Your peripheral vision catching a glimpse of silver and white, Stephen managed to draw out a small white box, with silver lining the edges of it. “Stephen what did you get me? I swear if it was expensive I’m forcing you to take it back, I don’t want you spending copious amounts of money on just me.” You tried to protest but could only fail miserably as he put his index finger in the air, signaling for you to keep quiet. “Don’t worry about that, that is none of your concern.” At this point, you had already sat straight up, facing him with your legs crossed, staring in awe at the little box. He handed you the box, hands slightly shaking as he gave it to you. You slowly opened the tiny box, revealing a modest sized daisy with a golden chain looped through it. A minuscule gasp left your lips, you didn’t notice the growing loving smile on Stephen’s face, his hands resting against his lap as he stared at your reaction in awe. “Stephen…. You didn’t…” you looked back up at him, eyes wide with disbelief, his hand grabbed yours, lacing your fingers together, “not only do I know it’s your favorite flower, but you always talk about how you love seeing them around the city when we go out.” Slight tears blurred your line of sight as you continued to look at him, silently thanking him for the gift. You felt his thumb wipe away the single tear that raced its way down your cheek, “I love you” his words were gentle yet filled with love, “I love you too Stephen, thank you”, he put the necklace around your neck, fingers grazing your skin. Your mind racing as you laid back against him and fell into a slumber, your book no longer being thought about.

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squeakyfir · 10 months

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The Love from a Skeleton [Jack Skellington X Reader]

Plot: Halloween... The time of year you absolutely hate. Not because of the ghouls and monsters, you enjoyed that kind of thing, it's because of trick or treaters. They get free candy and whine and complain to their parents if they didn't get what they expected, which is the whole bowl of candy. Anyways, since you don't celebrate that holiday, you decide to go for a late stroll through the woods on the hiking trail. While walking, your whole life changes. And I mean that literally... Everything started to change drastically until you find trees with holiday symbols on it. One of them being a Jack-o-lantern. Being curious, you enter through the door and discover a world that would represent a children's book written by Stephen King. But the leader of this place was a king. Not just any king... A pumpkin king. His name is Jack Skellington. He's a very tall and slender skeleton with a pinstripe suit, a black cat bow tie and ghost dog named Zero. He discovers you and welcomes you to Halloween town until he can figure out how to send you home. But this place is perfect! No taxes to pay No drama And no more loneliness Jack believes that your hideous. But don't worry, hideous in the Halloween town definition means... Beautiful. Enjoy! *I do not own the Nightmare before Christmas. All rights belong to Tim Burton and Disney™*

Chapter 6

Previous ~ Next

After you had breakfast that Jack made, which he did an amazing job on since he found a cook book from your world, you both went down to the the same building where Jack first introduced you and Christmas to the citizens of Halloween town. It was decided by Jack that everyone in Halloween town would have special roles to play to help make their version of Christmas more special and to help speed up the process. You stood off to the side as Jack was explaining what he was handing to each monster.

While you weren't really paying attention, you then hear a sound that came from a baby doll. It sounded a bit strange to you and even to the vampires. "What kind of noise is that for a baby to make"?

"Perhaps it can be improved" Jack suggested.

"No problem".

"I knew it! Doctor, thank you for coming". You then see a monster you haven't seen yet and boy did he look creepy. He was as white as Jack's skull, had small hands, a mouth similar to that of a crocodile, wore rubber gloves on his tiny hands, small glasses that looked like they're from the matrix, wore a lab coat and was in a motorized wheelchair. He was surely the creepiest one yet. "We need some of these". You couldn't see what Jack was showing this monster but before you could ask to see, the monster said, "Their construction should be exceedingly simple, I think".

"How horrible our Christmas will be" said the mayor with joy.

"Nooo", Jack said correcting the mayor when his face then switched over to being that scared and worried face, "How Jolly"!

"Oh. How 'jolly' our Christmas will be". Immediately after he said that, objects were then thrown at the mayor and when you looked to where it came from, it was from three little monsters. Three new ones that wore masks which were a devil, a skeleton and a witch. They looked like children to be honest. "What are you doing here"?

"Jack sent for us" said the devil.

"Specifically" said the witch.

"By name" said the skeleton.

"Lock".

"Shock".

"Barrel".

"Jack! Jack, it's Oogies boys". Jack looked over and smiled delightfully when he saw the small monsters. "Ah, Halloweens finest trick or treaters. The job I have for you that is top secret. It requires craft, cunning, mischief".

"And we thought you didn't like us, Jack" said Shock. The three of them then started laughing mischievously. It was enough for you to realize that they can't be trusted. "Absolutely no one must know about this. Not a soul! Now..."

Jack then started whispering to the three about what his plan was and you tried listening in but it was really difficult to listen in. Dang, Jack was an expert at being quiet. I guess that's why he's the pumpkin king. The mayor also tried listening in but also failed. He thought he could use his megaphone as a way to hear better by placing it up to his ear, which by the way, he looks like he doesn't even have ears. It wasn't working for him so he thought there was something wrong with it and stuck his hand into his megaphone only to get his finger bitten by a spider. "Ow"! He placed the spider back on his shirt was now acting as a bow tie.

This place was just weird but awesome at the same time.

"And another thing. Leave that no account Oogie Boogie OUT OF THIS" said Jack.

"Whatever you say Jack".

"Of course, Jack".

"Wouldn't dream of it Jack". All three of them put one of their hands behind thier back and when you looked over, they had their fingers crossed. You felt like they would do something terrible and somehow Jack didn't notice. The three monster children noticed you and went over to get a better look at you.

"Who is she"?

"She's strange and different".

"She's hideous".

You felt like they were making fun of you as they stood around you and when you were going to abject and yell at them for being so rude, Jack said, "Oh, this is (Y/n). She's new to Halloween town". The three monster children cackled and then ran off. "Rude" you muttered to yourself. Jack heard you and asked, "What's wrong (Y/n)? Did Lock, Shock and Barrel say something wrong"?

"They just called me ugly"!

"Uhm... They said that you were hideous and... Oh! Let me explain. Hideous here means beautiful, so they called you beautiful". You didn't understand but the more you thought about it, it made more sense. Things were supposed to be creepy here and they all embraced it. After understanding this you decided to do something that made you really question this place and it's logic. "Well then Jack, I think your hideous". He had a blush appear on his skull. That surprised you and he smiled shyly and he said, "And I you, (Y/n)".

The line of monsters was getting shorter and it was now at the point of where you tried to stay awake. Jack was completely over thinking everything when it came to Christmas. For example, this...

Jack was holding a string of bells and said, "It goes something like this". Jack then tapped the bells in the tune of 'Jingle Bells'. "How about it? Think you can manage"?

The three monsters that played instruments then started to play the tune but it was incredibly off key and sounded so depressing and cringy. It ended on a high note and it was so loud that it woke the mayor up from a small nap he was having. "Next"!

"Fantastic! Now why don't you all you practice on that and we'll be in great shape"! The next monster was the monster with the axe in his head. "This device is called 'a nut cracker'-".

"Jack! Jack! We caught him! We caught him" said the three monster children.

"Perfect! Open it, quickly"! The three monster children then opened the sack and out popped the easter bunny that was pink with a ribbon around him that read "Happy Easter" and he also held an easter basket with eggs inside. "That's not Sandy Claws".

"It isn't"?

"Who is it"?

The bunny then hopped over to you and the monster with an axe in his head. The monster pointed at the bunny and said, "Bunny"! The bunny got scared and jumped back into the sack. "Not Sandy Claws! Take him back"!

"We followed your instructions".

"We went through the door".

"Which door" asked Jack with slight anger, "theres more than one". Jack then pulled out a Christmas tree cookie, "Sandy Claws is behind the door shaped like this"!

"I told you"! The three monster children then started to fight each other in the way that siblings would fight. Jack was getting annoyed by this and since you couldn't see what he was doing, he then roared at the children which made them stare in horror. "I'm very sorry for the inconvenience sir" said Jack to the Easter bunny. "Take him home first! And apologize again! Be careful with Sandy Claws when you fetch him. Treat him nicely"!

"Got it".

"We'll get it right..."

"Next time".

Jack turned back to the monster with an axe in his head and finished up with him and he was the last monster in the line. "Well, that's everybody". You mentally cheered but then heard Jack sigh in disappointment. "What's wrong, Jack"? He showed you a drawing of him in a Santa outfit that would fit him perfectly. "My Sandy Claws outfit. I don't have anyone else to make it for me. No one else knows how to sew in our town". He had a huge frown form on his skull and that hit you hard. "Jack"?

"Yes"?

"Maybe... I could make it"? Jack's frown turned into a bright and happy grin. "You really think you can"?

"Sure. I took a sewing class when I was ten and I'm confident I can pull it off". Jack then, without warning, pulled you into a tight embrace of relief and happiness. "Thank you so much (Y/n)! How long do you think it'll take"?

"I'm not sure. Probably a couple days before Christmas if I'm honest. If I rush it then it may not come out right".

"Of course, I understand". Jack hugged you again. "Thank you so much (Y/n). This means so much to me". You hugged back and you still thought that this whole thing was a bad idea. How does something that's terrifying combine with something that's meant to be joyful? Simple answer...

It doesn't.

But Jack won't understand and even if you tried to explain he still wouldn't listen. But you were a supportive person and had to help Jack with this Christmas thing. But you still had that terrible feeling in your stomach and you kept remembering that dream you had about that tiny Christmas tree. It really did seem like the foreseeable outcome if Jack stays on this path but there's no stopping him.

He's determined...

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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Endgame I | Dark Phoenix Series P.3

Takes place during the first act of Avengers: Endgame

Read parts 1 & 2 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Dr. Evelyn Alice Stark (OC)/The Eagle/Host of the Phoenix Force, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch (platonic), Doctor Stephen Strange (implied romance), Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (implied romance), Tony Stark (platonic/Nephew), Howard Stark (Platonic/brother), Steve Rogers (platonic/best friend)—a lot of the marvel characters will be involved in this series since it take place during phase 3 & 4.

Content Warnings: angst, aftermath of near-death experience, profanity | Female OC (she/her) | Read time: roughly 15 minutes

Premise: Following the defeat against Thanos, Evelyn Stark is stuck in a coma after absorbing an unknown entity on Titan when she was on the brink of death. 22 days pass of being stranded before they are safely brought to Earth, where they face the catastrophic aftermath of Thanos’ victory. The remaining Avengers are at a loss, unsure of how to go forward, and the only one who can give some insight of what may have happened to Eve, is the God of Thunder.

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Space. The ‘final frontier’ as Star Trek would say. The endless void of darkness and silence. Where the light one sees from the neighboring stars and galaxies are actually glimpses of the past.

There, thousands of light years from Earth, a lone spaceship glides away after losing the last bit of power it had.

“This thing on?” A whirring sound of the helmet powering up gives Tony some satisfaction. “Hey. Miss Potts. Pep. If you find this recording, don’t post it on social media. It’s gonna be a real tear jerker.” He leans against the wall of the ship, groaning a bit. “I don't know if you're ever gonna see these. I don’t even know if you’re still……..Oh, God, I hope so. Today is day twenty-one—no, uh, twenty-two. You know, if it wasn’t for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space, I’d say I’m feeling a little better today.

Tony thinks back to earlier in the day when Nebula helped him patch up the stab wound on his side. “Infection’s run its course. Thanks to the Blue Meanie back there. Oh, you’d love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic.”

He then relays the update on their situation, grimacing and glancing briefly to his right out the window. “So, the fuel cells were cracked during battle and we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge and bought ourselves about forty-eight hours of flight time.” He pauses to sigh, “Uh, but it’s now dead in the water. Thousand light years from the nearest 7-Eleven.”

“Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning and that’ll be it,” Tony doesn’t mention how they’ve also run out of food. Nebula refused to have her half of the last bag and encouraged Tony to finish it. The man turns his gaze to his left, eyes falling on the figure laying still on a table. A shaky breath leaves him, “Eve is….Eve’s still comatose. I’ve had to shock her a few times with what little power I still have. She’s still breathing—which is a relief, but I honest to God don’t know how. Whatever she absorbed—whatever went in her, is keeping her alive.”

The image of Eve on Titan flashes in his mind. The sight of her bruised and bloody body impaled on a rock by her own wing. The horrified look on her face when she realized the flare-like force was coming at her. The explosion that shook the ground.

And her screams. The gut-wrenching screams.

Tony could still hear them, often waking up at night in a sweat because they would ring in his ear. “When she wakes up—,” he brings his hand to his face, rubbing the scruff along his jaw. “If she wakes up, I-I don’t know what we’ll find. If she'll still be our Eve.” He casts another look in her direction, “But then again, I don’t think at this rate we’ll ever know.”

“Pep, I know I said no more surprises but I gotta say I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like.. well, you know what it looks like.” He leans forward, looking into the eyes of the helmet. “Don’t feel bad about this. I mean, actually, if you grovel for a couple weeks and then move on with enormous guilt….” The words fall flat as exhaustion overtakes him. “I should probably lie down for a minute. Go rest my eyes.”

Tony rubs his face before glancing back at the helmet, “Please know, when I drift off, it’ll be like every night lately. I’m fine. Totally fine,” he assures, as if she were right in front of him. His fingers then tap the helmet right between the eyes, “I dream about you. Because it’s always you.”

Reluctantly, Tony brings his hand around the device to power it off. It clicks, the eyes dimming to signal the recording ended. Pulling his around his arms and bidding Eve one last glance, Tony leans onto his side before slowly letting the exhaustion take over. He almost feels a sense of peace.

That if this was his last night breathing, at least it would be in his sleep.

Some time later when Tony finally succumbed to sleep, Nebula approaches to check on him. She nudges him onto his back before gently helping the man into a chair. The action makes him shift, and Nebula give a light squeeze his shoulder. She made no sound as she walked away, passing by Eve with a solemn expression.

It was unreal how Nebula could literally feel the heat radiating off the woman. It made her flinch, remembering the burning sensation she felt when she and Tony attempted to move Eve onto the ship. Her one flesh palm was badly burned and Tony had to use what little juice he had in his iron glove to give to her.

They eventually had to skid Eve onto the broken wing of her suit in order to carry her. They feared the metal would melt, but luckily it held. Then there was the matter of getting her on the table. So far it was withstanding the woman star-like temperature—no sign of the steel weakening. Tony had run one last thermal scan and it appeared by the day it was slowly decreasing.

It was as though Eve was adapting to it.

Some time had passed before a brightness pooled behind Tony’s eyes. The sleepiness faded away at the sound of a distant boom, Tony lifting a hand to shield his face. The glow grew stronger causing the man to become fully awake. That’s when he saw something approaching the ship.

At first fear consumed him. It looked very similar to the orange flare on Titan, though this was visibly smaller. The bright light came closer until it was directly in front of Tony and the only thing separating them was the glass windshield of the ship.

Tony stayed frozen as the light began to fade before the form of a woman took over. She had glowing eyes which then dimmed to human-like and blonde hair fell down to her shoulders. There was a golden diamond-like star on the chest of her suit.

Within seconds that fear and dread of an untimely end disappeared when from Tony when she smiled at him. Hope replaced it, and he let out an exhale full of immense relief.

They were going home.

The mood at Avengers compound was a mix of grief and unease. The world as they knew was it shambles and the total of missing persons was still counting. Bucky, Wanda, Sam, T’Challa, Shuri, Vision, and many many more. Their worst nightmare had came true.

Thanos wiped out half of the universe.

Steve Rogers stood in front of the mirror of his old room, towel in his hand to wipe away the moisture and residue of shaving cream. There was a haunted look in his eyes. That’s what came with being a soldier. A soldier stuck in time that is.

A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. The small side mirror attached to the main one was shaking, and Steve brought his hand up to stop the movement. But when he pulled away it continued, and that’s when he heard the sound of rumbling throughout the compound.

He dropped the towel onto the counter, racing out of the room and down to the main level. He found Natasha, Rhodey, and Bruce all huddled. All three were look around with worried gazes. “What’s happening?”

Natasha shook her head, “I-I don’t know.” Rhodey pulled up a projection of the outside perimeter. In the corner of the screen, he saw a very large object flying down with a glowing source at the bottom.

“Something’s landing outside,” he announced causing all eyes to widen. Together they all ran out to the front lawn where they found Pepper standing with clasped hands as she watched the ship descend from the sky.

They’re running slowed to a walk, all eyes drawn up before they stopped behind pepper. The woman they recognized as Carol Danvers, who had arrived to Earth demanding to know where Nick Fury was a week prior, was holding the ship and safety brought onto the grass.

The glow around her faded, and she turned to greet the group just as the latch of the ship opened to reveal a stair case. Steve rushed forward the second he saw Tony limping down, holding onto a blue lady for support. But a sense of dread filled him when he saw no sign of Eve.

Tony takes his arm, bidding a look of gratitude to Nebula before stumbling down the remaining steps. He panted, “Couldn’t stop him.”

“Neither could I,” Steve replied, holding tightly to Tony’s arm.

“Hand on,” Tony stopped them from walking, catching his breath. He locked eyes with the Captain, tears filling at the brim, “I lost the kid.” Steve makes a sound of defeat, his expression mirroring the older man.

“Tony, we lost.”

Nothing they could do would change that. Strange saw nearly 15 million possibilities and all of them ended with them losing. All but one. It was bound to happen.

Tony swallows hard, licking his lip before glancing at his savior. “H-Hey!” He called out causing her to look at him. “There’s one more of us inside,” he ignores the look Steve was giving him. It was a mix of shock and hope. “—you may be the only one who can carry her without burning to death.”

“What?” Steve asked, glancing between the two for an answer. Carol nodded to Tony before entering the ship. They all waited with concern, the others moving closer to see what was happening. In the mix, Pepper runs up to Tony causing him to let out a sound of relief, “Oh, good.”

“Oh my God!” She cried before embracing him. “Oh my God.” He hugged her close to him, relishing in her warmth and patted her back gently. When she pulled away his lips pressed to her cheek.

A sound from the ship drew back their attention. Behind him, Tony could hear the others gasp at the sight of Carol walking down the steps with an unconscious Eve Stark in her arms.

Steve starts to move, but Tony lightly pushes against his chest. “Don’t,” he warns. “You can’t touch her.” At Steve’s confused expression, Tony pulls his hand away to reveal the state of his palm. It was scared with light redness to it. The blisters had went away, but the damage was done. Tony would need to get a doctor to look at it, but he already accepted there was some nerve damage to his hand. It still felt numb even 22 days later.

Steve gazes at Tony’s hand, shock filling his eyes and Pepper gasps. Behind him, Natasha leans over to see and her hand comes up to her mouth. They both glance to Nebula, noticing how her one hand was similar. Steve looks back to the man, “What happened?”

He doesn’t answer initially, his attention on his aunt who was unmoving in Carol’s arms save for the slow pace of her breathing. Eyes closing, the memory once again playing in his mind, Tony let’s out a shaky breath. “It—it’s hard to explain,” he pauses to open his eyes to see everyone was watching him, “but I can show you.”

The remaining Avengers and their new allies all gathered in the main room of the compound. Tony sat in a wheelchair, IV drip attached to his side while Eve laid in the next room over hooked up to a variety of machines. It was a sore sight to see the once strong and willed woman so helpless. Her brain waves and vitals were still alarmingly abnormal, but relief came with the knowledge her heart rate was slowing and body temperature had decreased.

She was still hotter than all of them except Carol—the blonde being the only one who could physically touch Eve without any harm. She had to be the one to attach the tubes and machines with Bruce instructing her. As they worked, Steve watched from the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Is she going to be okay?” He asked Bruce, glancing up to see the doctor looked worried.

“It’s hard to say, Cap,” he spoke with unease. Stress coated his expression. “I’ve never seen anyone with readings like this. I-I don’t even know what’s wrong with her—do you?” Bruce turned the former Kree. She shook her head, moving to place the last syringe in Eve’s arm.

“I can’t determine anything until we see what Tony has to show us.” With that the three leave the room, giving one last glance to the Avenger before making their way to where everyone else was. When every one was settled, taking their place on various corners of the area, Tony weakly called out to F.R.I.D.A.Y, “Pull up Mark L footage from twenty-two days ago.”

“Right away, sir.” Within seconds a projection appeared and their eyes locked on the reddish-orange hue of Titan. Tony has F.R.I.D.A.Y skim through bit where Quill snapped, focusing it on the moment Eve was incapacitated.

Everyone was rendered speechless when the witnessed the Avenger impaled by her own wing. It was so graphic Pepper had to look away, her hand coming to her mouth to cover the gasp she let out. Rhodey also had to turn away, the image of his friend too painful to see. Both Natasha and Steve flinched, the soldier clenching his jaw.

The next thing they saw was the glowing orange flare. It blasted Eve through her chest before the rest swarmed around her. They saw her lift off the ground, the metal pieces disintegrating and the look of horror on the Avenger as the flare consumed her. She was screaming and in that moment they were grateful Tony had muted the recording.

Seconds ticked by before Eve was no longer visible and a bright light erupted from the force of the explosion. They lived it through the eyes of Tony. Dust filled the air and rocks rained from the sky. The anxiety Tony must have felt was swarming through all of them. The last thing the recording showed was Eve lying still in the middle of the crater.

“And you said she’s been unconscious ever since?” Steve asked after a minute of silence passed. He was rubbing his jaw, a habit of his when things became tense. There was a mixture of emotion flooding him. He wasn’t the only one however, everyone had to take a moment to process what they had seen.

“Twenty-three days and counting,” Tony replied, “I’ve had to play doctor and shock her because he heart rate is beating too fast for a human to withstand—even with that super juice.” Tony winces, adjusting in his chair. “There’s also the concerning matter she’s taking on a body temp enough to rival our own sun yet somehow manages to not melt and become Freddy Krugers long lost sister.”

“It was like—like that thing,” Natasha shakes her head, “was targeting her. Why would that be?”

“Beats me,” Rhodey sighs, letting his hands fall to his side. “My question is why didn’t it blow up Thanos. He was right there—could’ve saved us a whole lot of trouble.”

Steve clutches the back of the chair in front of him, his head dropping to glance at the floor. “Whatever it was and why Eve was targeted…,” he paused before looking back up,. “We’ll get that answer when she wakes.”

“If,” Tony corrected, grimacing at the thought. “If she wakes up you mean.”

“Tony—.” Nat tries, but he holds a hand up.

“No need for optimism, Romanoff. We’ve got more important matters while we wait for whatever fate has planned for my aunt.” He sniffs, ignoring the looks he was receiving. “Give me the stats.”

Though hesitant to change the subject, Steve sighed and pulled up all they had currently on the situation. Images of those vanished took up the screen, most notably their friends and allies. Rhodey was the one to start, “It’s been twenty-three days since Thanos came to Earth.” Stephen Strange and Bucky Barnes’ face appeared, followed by Sam Wilson and Erik Selvig.

“World governments are in pieces,” Natasha continued, the images of Hope Van Dyne and Wanda Maximoff taking over. “The parts are still working are trying to take a census and it looks like he did,” she paused, noticing the broken look of Tony when Peter Parker stared back at him. He had to look away, chest constricting at another wave of emotion.

“He did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures.” The room fell silent once again, everyone taking in the information. Sadness was evident on all of them. Carol, who’d been very serious and stoic since the moment she arrived, even showed emotion at the sight of Nick Fury’s face.

“Where is now?” Tony asked suddenly. “Where?”

“We don’t know.” Steve replied, leaning on the table with his arms crossed. “He just opened a portal and walked through.” His answer makes Tony sigh, wheeling his chair a tad forward.

“What’s wrong with him,” He pointed to Thor seated far away from the group, looking just as bad as him.

“Oh, he’s pissed,” an unfamiliar voice sounded. When Tony turned in it’s direction, the man was in complete shock when the voice belonged to a raccoon. “He thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but you know there’s a lot of that going around, ain’t there?”

Tony was at a lost for words, but somehow found them. “Honesty, until this exact second I thought you were a Build-A-Bear.”

“Maybe I am,” Rocket fired back, his body slumping in defeat.

Steve brought the conversation back before it got sidetracked. “We’ve been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep space scans and satellites, and we got nothing. Tony, you fought him.”

“Who told you that?” he tilted his head, finding humor in the assumption. “I didn’t fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while a solar flare inhabited my aunt and the Bleecker Street magician gave away the store. That’s what happened. There was no fight—.”

“Tony—.”

“—‘Cause he’s not beatable.”

“Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?”

“Uh..” Tony sputters out, making a motion of his hand against his head. Steve and Natasha exchange looks of distress. “I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision-I didn’t want to believe it. Thought I was dreaming.”

Steve starts to stand, “Tony, I’m gonna need you to focus.”

“And I needed you,” Tony cuts with off harshly. “As in, past tense. That trumps what you need. It’s too late, buddy. Sorry.” The last thing Tony felt was sympathy for the soldier and Steve knew that. The thin line of friendship they had at the beginning of the Accords fiasco had snapped.

The older man sniffs, moving to stand from his chair. “You know what I need?” He pushes the bowls on the table away, making the contents spill. “I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling all yourselves—.”

“Tony, Tony!” Rhodey moves forward when Tony removes his IV from his arm.

“—alive and otherwise, that what we needed was a suit of armor around the world. Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not. That’s what we needed.”

“Well, that didn’t work out, did it?” Steve’s words only anger Tony more.

“I said we’d lose. You said, ‘We’ll do that together, too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren’t there.” Tony pauses, pointing his finger at the room where Eve was laid. “And now the only family I have left is fighting for her life and may never wake up. Your so called best friend,” he emphasized with malice, aware how Steve flinched. “You weren’t there to save her.”

The super-soldier tried not to react. He didn’t want Tony to know how badly the words were affecting him. Guilt had flooded him knowing the state Eve was in. It pained him at the thought she could never wake up. All he could do was pray she did so they could finally resolve everything. So Eve would know he was sorry.

Steve remained silent as Tony continued his rant. “But that’s what we do, right? Our best work after the face? We’re the ‘Avengers,’” Rhodey had to help steady Tony when he started to stumble. “We’re the ‘Avengers,’ not the ‘Pre-vengers.’”

“Okay,” Rhodey calmly said.

“Right?”

“You made your point. Just sit down, okay?”

“Okay. No, no,” Tony tugged away from his friend. “Here’s my point, you know what?” He pointed to Carol, “she’s great by the way.”

“Tony, you’re sick,” Rhodey said with more force, trying to push him back into the wheelchair. “Sit down.”

“We need you. You’re new blood.” When he successfully broke away from Rhodey, Tony marched straight up to Steve. “Bunch of tired ole mules. I got nothing for you, Cap.” He stood before him with only only an arms length between then. “I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust, liar.”

The word cuts into Steve and leaves a lasting effect. Pain fills his expression as Tony removes the device from his hallowed chest. With shaky breath, he takes Steve’s hand and places it firmly in his palm. “Here, take this. You find him, you put that on….” His starts to stutter, the air becoming hard to inhale. “You hide.” His knees give out causing Steve to rush forward.

“Tony!”

“I’m fine,” he pants. He pushes him and Rhodey away, “Let me…” The words fall as darkness overtakes him. He falls on his side, head nearly hitting Carol’s feet and everyone moves to the rescue. Together they get him in one of the rooms close to Eve. Pepper, who had been in the kitchen making tea, rushes in and moves to Tony’s bedside.

Rhodey, the caring friend he is, practically tucks Tony in and hooks him back up to an IV drip. He gives Pepper one last nod after placing Tony’s glasses on the table and exits. Steve, Nat, and Carol are waiting for him. “Bruce gave him a sedative. He’s gonna probable be out for the rest of the day. And I feel it’s safe to assume the same goes for Eve.” Like clockwork, the four all move their heads to glance into the room where the woman laid.

“You guys take care of them,” Carol says causing them to turn to her. “And I’ll bring him a Xorrian elixir when I come back.” She uncrosses her arms and begins walking away.

“Where are you going?” Steve asks curiously.

“To kill Thanos.” Both Nat and Steve exchange looks, before hastily chasing after her.

“Hey,” Nat calls, making Carol stop and turn around. “You know, we usually work as a team here. And, uh, between you and I, morale’s a little fragile.”

“We realize up there is more your territory,” Steve says from behind Nat, “but this is our fight, too.”

“You even know where he is?” Rhodey asks, leaning against the entryway with his arms crossed.

“I know people who might.”

“Don’t bother,” Nebula cuts in, drawing everyone’s attention. “I can tell you where Thanos is.” Her revelation had everyone on edge. They gathered in the conference room, focused on what Nebula had to offer. “Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me,” she begins, trying to ignore the anger in her as the painful memories resurfaced. “And when he worked, he talked about his Great Plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him. I’d ask, ‘where would we go once his plan was complete?’ And his answer was always the same.” The woman pushed off the wall and approached the table, letting her head drop between her shoulders. “‘To the Garden.’”

Rhodey raises his eyebrows, not really impressed with the name. “That’s cute. Thanos has a retirement plan.”

“So where is he?” Steve walked over and around the table so he was in front of Rocket. The raccoon pulls up a projection of the Earth.

“When Thanos snapped his fingers Earth became ground zero for a power surge of ridiculous cosmic proportions. Something similar happened just before on Titan which we can assume involved your friend,” They all stiffen at the mention of Eve. “No one’s ever seen anything like it. Although the type of cosmic energy on Titan was different than Thanos snapping.”

“How so?” Steve asked, tilting his head.

“Not really sure. Haven’t seen anything like it my travels of our universe. But then two days ago,” the image changed from Earth to another planet. “On this planet, the same power surge occurred.”

“Thanos is there,” Nebula confirmed.

Natasha leaned foward, the glow of the projection illuminating her face. “He used the stones again.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bruce nervously chuckles. “We’d be going in short handed, you know.”

“Look, he’s still got the stones so—.” Carol cuts Rhodey off.

“So, let’s get ‘em.” She nods at the potential plan. “Use them to bring everyone back.”

“Just like that?” Bruce doesn’t look convinced. He was right to feel hesitant. They already lost one battle, why repeat that so soon.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees with the woman. “Just like that.”

Natasha adds in on the topic. “Even if there’s a small chance that we can undo this, I mean, we owe it to everyone who’s not in this room to try.”

“If we do this, how do we know it’s gonna end any differently than it did before?” Bruce finally asks what he’d been thinking the entire time.

Carol places her hands on her hips, “Because before you didn’t have me.”

“Hey, new girl?” Rhodey gets her attention, not really enjoying how she’s taking full change on the matter. “Everybody in this room is about that superhero life. And if you don’t mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?”

“There are a lot of other planets in the universe,” she tells him. “And unfortunately, they didn’t have you guys.” Steve’s lips curl up and the look on Rhodey’s face. She just owned him big time.

The sound of Thor skidding his chair back to stand has Carol turning. The two lock eyes and he comes to stand right in front of her. Keeping their eyes locked, Thor raises his hand—just inches from Carol’s face. Blonde hair flies and falls back in place by the force of Stormbreaker flying past her and into his grip. She gives no reaction, remaining stoic at the God.

Thor brings the ax down in front of him, before slightly nodding in approval. It makes Carol smirk. “I like this one,” he tells the others. They share another look, one of mutual respect.

Steve turns back to the image of The Garden. Determination in his eyes as he says the words everyone was thinking. They were gonna find him, and they were gonna bring everyone back. “Let’s go get this son of a bitch.”

After everyone suited up they piled back into the room. Thor was the first to enter. And when the rest arrived they found him replaying the footage of Eve. When Tony had showed them earlier, Thor had paid no mind. Now the God’s eyes were concentrated.

When the recording replayed, this time focusing on the moment where the flare swarmed Eve, Steve approached. “Thor,” he called, eyes shifting back and forth. “What do you know?”

Behind him everyone’s ears perked, all thinking the same. The footage played for a third time before the man finally spoke.

“On Asgard,” he started, voice lowering as a feeling of emotion swarmed him. “My father once spoke of immortal and immutable manifestation of the universal force of life and passion.” Mix matched eyes trained on the screen. “A ‘cosmic entity’ he called it. The spark which gave life to the universe and all it’s creation. And the flame that will ultimately end it.”

By now everyone had gathered closer to the God. “This entity then traveled the cosmos. It would create and destroy all in it’s path—not even a Celestial could tame it.” The recording was now on auto reply, once again showing Eve’s bloody figure moments before the flare. “It’s said to be powerful than the Celestials.” The eyes of those who knew of Celestials widen in surprise. Thor didn’t add the fact the Infinity stones fell into the category.

He didn’t want to tarnish any last bit of hope for the team if his theory of Eve was proven false.

Thor thinks back to the conversation on Asgard. The memory of a young Loki and him sitting by the fire as Odin relayed the story while Frigga conjured illusions of a solar-like flare moving through the universe. Awe and wonder in their eyes. The thought of a being so powerful it was hard to believe. “My father said it was a myth. A legend passed down from generation to generation. Many civilizations worship this entity—they see it as a God.” He pauses the video on Eve moments before the explosion. Before the ball of light took form.

“Why are you telling us this?” Rhodey asks suspiciously when Thor finishes. Thor rubs his jaw, but doesn’t face the group. His attention remains on the screen.

“There’s never been proof said being exists. Although, it’s believed it takes the manifestation of a flare,” he zooms in on the projection. Eve was hovered over the ground with her arms spread out. Her head slightly tilted up and they could make out that her mouth was parted. All around her was glowing orange. If one looked closely, they could see tiny cracks in her skin.

It was almost a beautiful sight…..If not for the fact she was now laying in a coma because of it.

“Sort of like what we see here,” Thor trails off. The words bring a silence so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Steve steps closer, understanding what Thor was implying. His eyes move between the God and the image.

“What are you saying, Thor?”

He turns to Steve, a flicker of realization in his eyes. “I’m saying, if my theory is correct, our Lady Stark may never be the woman we once had.”

The conversation ends there with no explanation to follow. Steve remains frozen as Thor takes his leave, Stormbreaker in his grip and exits the compound. The others followed after him, many with expressions of worry and unease. Rocket, Nebula, and Carol were just as anxious despite not knowing Eve well. Just the thought of it being true was enough to spark an eerie feeling.

That their friend, ally, and teammate, who was unresponsive, had been targeted by a cosmic entity. ‘What did it want with her?’ was the million dollar question. They wouldn’t until Eve awoke.

If she awoke.

Seconds passed in silence until Steve eventually spun on his heel and joined everyone. The only ones who remained in the compound were Tony, Pepper, Eve. Happy had been called and would arrive shortly to give them company.

The projection still showed the paused image of Eve. Trapped in a fiery swarm of energy. In all the times they played the video—even freezing it, no one noticed how the flare, just seconds before conforming into a ball of light, was in the shape of a bird.

It had been roughly a week after the team returned to Earth following the mission to The Garden. Another failure had dawned them. This one the worst because it sealed the deal for the fate of their universe.

Half of all living creatures were gone forever.

Thanos had destroyed the stones, making his snap irreversible. He must have known they would try to come for them, so the Titan made sure they’d never get the chance. And then Thor cut his head off.

The second the returned everyone had scattered. They needed to deal with the hard loss in their own way. Thor went off to help his people find a new home. The guardians and Carol were back in space. Bruce and Steve took off to God knows where, although they remained in touch with Natasha.

And the former Widow? She settled in the only home she knew. The Avengers compound.

The elixir Carol gifted Tony helped tremendously. He was back on his feet the next morning feeling refreshed, but nothing new from Eve. Becase of this, Tony stayed longer at the facility than planned. Pepper was in the process of making arrangements for them, the two debating if they wanted to even stay in the city or find someplace quiet. It was common sense to push back the wedding—neither wanting to go through with it until they knew Eve was okay.

So here they were stuck in the compound with Happy, Rhodey, and Nat. It was almost comical how the atmosphere was. The last time all six were together like this was 2010. Natasha busied herself with the idea she could continue the Avengers, even if it only made up of herself, the Guardians, Okoye, and Carol. Rhodey did agree to help which relieved a lot of stress for the redhead.

She was the first to hear the choked gasp and beeping sound coming from the monitors. The chair she was sitting hit the floor from how hard she pushed off it. Natasha was running, calling out to F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert the others when Eve’s screams started. She wasn’t the only one to have heard the monitors, Rhodey was cutting the corner of the opposite direction at the same moment.

“Is she awake?” He said, oblivious to the ear-piercing scream.

Natasha gave a small glare, yelling over the screams, “What do you think?” They both entered the room to find Eve covered in a layer of sweat, hunched over the bed and holding her head in her hands. “Eve!!” Natasha ran up to grab her arms, but then remembered she couldn’t touch her. “Eve, look at me!”

“My head,” the woman whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. “It’s in my head!” She let out another scream as the pain pierced her.

“What’s in your head, Eve?” Nat asked, then turned to Rhodey, “Get Tony, now!” He spun on his heel and ran out. When she turned back to Eve, Nat could hear here mumbling in a frantic speed, “It’s too loud—it’s too loud. I-I-I can’t—-I can’t—AH!” Eve’s ears were ringing, her head pounding.

The monitors were beeping so loud it drew Nat’s attention—her eyes widening by the numbers showing. “Eve,” she calmly said, looking away from the deathly high heart rate showing. “Eve, you need to calm down—listen to my voice. It’s me, Natasha.”

But Eve couldn’t hear the redhead. Fire was consuming her. Her body, her mind, all of it. The voice in her head was almost like an echo. It was breaking apart the walls in her mind, with Eve unable to hide. A constant pressure to let her know it was there. “Evelyn.”

New voices entered the room, and Eve’s eyes snapped open when cold metal hands grabbed her shoulder. Her vision was blurry at first, but then it cleared. Tony was kneeling in front of her in a state of shock and relief. “Eve,” he said, but his voice shouted afar.

“T-Tony,” she whispered. That’s when Eve finally looked around the room and realized she was in the compound. “This—this is the compound. W-what, what happened?” Her eyes landed on Nat standing behind Tony, the drifting to the doorway where Rhodey was. Finally she could see Pepper and Happy behind the glass window. They all were wearing the same expressions.

Shock, relief, and worry all in one.

“T-Thanos,” Eve turned back to her nephew, noticing how he was gripping her with just the hand portions of his suit. “Thanos. Titan. The others— where are the others?”

“Eve, what was the last thing you remember?” Tony asked hesitantly. It was a good sign she remembered the fight on Titan, but now the questioned remained on whether she could recall what happened after.

“I—,” she swallowed, thinking back despite the constant pounding in her head. “Thanos he—I was on the rock. My wing—,” she gasped, hand coming to her stomach only to find there was no bandage or visible wound. “I was dying. I was dying And then, there—there was a bright light coming from the sky.”

When she didn’t add on, Tony thought, “Okay, that’s a start,” glancing at the floor. Eve, who was looking at the wall and didn’t see his mouth not move instantly said, “What’s a start?”

Tony’s head snapped up so fast it made her flinch and turn back to him. “What?” The expression he was giving worried her.

“I-I didn’t—,” he stuttered, eyes slightly wide. “Eve, I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you did. I heard you.”

Tony shook his head, loosening his grip on her. “I didn’t say it aloud, Eve.”

“What?” As the ringing in her ears stopped, more voices filled the silence. “Did she just—.” Nat’s tone rang out, despite Eve looking straight at her and no movement from her lips. “That’s impossible,” Rhodey was next. Faintly she could hear Pepper and Happy, but they weren’t in conversation either.

There was a spike in her heart rate as the realization filled her. She pushed away from Tony, inching further onto the bed. “Eve,” he tried to say calmly, but it just scared her more. “Eve, you need to calm down.”

“I—I can hear you—all of you,” she felt her lungs constrict. “Evelyn,” the echo called to her again. It made her whimper, tears brimming her eyes as she looked around her to find the voice, but nothing was there. She could feel everyone’s eyes on hers, unsure of what to do. “What’s happening to me?”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Tony leans forward. “Now that you’re awake, we’re gonna do everything to figure out what—-.”

“How long?” She cuts him off with a gulp. “How long ago was Titan?” Tony clenches his jaw, not wanting to reveal the truth. But the number of days flickered in his mind and it was enough for Eve to catch it. He hadn’t even realized it happened until she gasped. “No…”

“They’re gone, Evelyn.” The voice told her and the pounding returned. It was strong, making her clutch her head again and wince. “He won. Your friends failed.”

“No,” she cried. “No!” Lights began to flicker, causing everyone to freeze as fear filled them. Eve could hear their thoughts among the echoed voice. ‘What the hell?’ “What is she doing?’ “Oh my God.’

“Get out of my head,” she hunched over in a whisper. The flickering continued, becoming more and more frantic. The monitors were going crazy, the sound sending her into a frenzy. “It’s too loud—It’s too loud.” Her words had Tony and Rhodey moving to unplug the monitors, but it did nothing for the woman.

Just the sound of their thoughts were becoming too much. Eve didn’t know how to stop listening. And she was slowly starting to lose control of whatever was flowing through her. “Get out of my head.”

“I’m part of you now, Evelyn.”

“What are you?”

“You’ll know soon.”

“Eve!” Tony shouted, but it got lost amongst the wave of noise. Happy moved Pepper away from the room despite her protests, worried for her friend and fiancé. Natasha was slowly backing away, coming to stand by the door with Rhodey. Neither could form words at what they were witnessing.

“Get out of my head.”

“Evelyn.”

“Stop.”

“Evel—.”

“No!” She cried out and a light fixture exploded. A tear escaped her right eye. The others flinched and fear pooled at the sight. The whispering echo continued—a mental battle in the Avengers mind. And then all hell broke loose, when Eve’s voice took a tone none of them had ever heard of. “Get out of my head!”

The monitors closest to the window flew into the glass window—shattering it causing everyone to react. Tony nearly tripped on his own feet when he jumped back, avoiding the one nearly hitting him. Nat let out a gasp, hand clapping over her mouth. All the lights exploded causing them to run out to avoid being hit by the fluorescent glass.

When it was over, Tony ran back in to find Eve laying unconscious on the bed. This time, he could see the glowing orange cracks in her skin. They covered her hairline—going down her jaw and onto her neck. He didn’t dare touch her. If those cracks were visible then it surely implied her body temperature was high.

“Are those..is her skin cracked?” Rhodey said from over his shoulder.

Tony lets out a defeated sigh, not answering. The last thing they wanted was to be back at square one. It gave him hope she would wake up again, but now they had a new battle in their wake.

And if Tony was being honest with himself, he didn’t want anyone other than the people in that room to know.

“No one else knows about this, understood?” He says and waits for a response. When it doesn’t come he turns around. Both Rhodey and Natasha look hesitant at the idea. He narrows his eyes, “I don’t need her having any more stress added on to whatever the hell is going on. You heard her didn’t you?” They both nod and he swallows hard. “There’s something inside her—in her head, that we don’t know and it’s scaring her. This stays between us. I mean it.”

Nat rubs her arms, frowning as she glances to her friend. It didn’t feel right leaving the others in the dark, but understood it would be better for Eve. “Okay.” Rhodey shakes his head, but agrees anyway. Tony didn’t need to convince Pepper or Happy, they would support whatever he had felt was right.

After a few seconds Nat asks, “What do you want me to tell him?” The ‘him’ being Steve, “If he asks why she’s gone?” Tony didn’t know how Natasha knew he was planning on taking Eve away from the compound, but didn’t speak on it. He gives a shrug, looking over his shoulder to his aunt. The cracks had faded and her skin was back to normal.

“As far as Steve Rogers is concerned, Eve’s still in a coma—I know what you’re thinking,” he lifts a hand when Nat looks like she’s about to protest. “but give me another month to figure this out. She needs to be somewhere away from the chaos where it’s quiet. That should relieve some of the strain this new…power is putting on her.” The man was having trouble coming to terms with this new reality. It worried him to the point he was starting to feel a headache by what the future for his aunt had in store for them.

“She can read our minds now, Tony,” Rhodey couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“I know,” the man replied, scratching his chin. “We’ll take it one day at a time.” He moved to the bed, hands covered and brought Eve’s body more to the middle. He didn’t bother with the blanket since she was still drenched in sweat. He made a mental note to have the AC turned up in hopes of bringing her body temperature back down.

Part of him felt he needed to shock her, convinced her heart rate was high, but felt it would do nothing. All he could do now was wait again until she awoke. In the meantime, he and Pepper would find somewhere quiet and out of the city for them to settle.

Just when he was about to leave the room, something on Eve caught his attention. It was so small he almost didn’t notice if not for the little light coming in from the window. He leaned closer, his face directly over Eve’s—focused on the hairs framing her face.

“What is it?” Natasha asked, tilting her head around him to see what he was looking at.

“Get me a magnifying glass—or better yet,” he places his glasses on and shines a light on Eve’s forehead. Squinting, he makes out the discolor at the root of her scalp. “What in the hell?” It couldn’t be possible—there was no way. Even after blinking several times to see if his mind was playing ticks on him, it was still there clear as day.

The roots of Eve’s dark—almost black hair, so small one could miss it if they weren’t looking with a magnifying glass,

was a deep blood red.

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Ooh! About wren! Does Wren have a timeline of how they're in the MCU? Like what Wren is doing in specific marvel movies or TV shows? -soulnottainted

oh gosh that was fast —

ty for the ask @soulnottainted !!

hello !! omg this is such a good question :00

i must admit that i’m not all that caught up on the tv shows ( i’ll be honest, i hit f.ar from home and then got really slow after that point fkshfkdjd ) but i’ll do my best to answer this bc i know the movies pretty well !!

( putting this under a cut because i know it’s going to be long fkshdksjdkdk )

they showed up around im2 - im3 era ( a reference to how tony’s arrival in tennessee is similar to wren’s fall and how tony & wren met ) , so i’ll work backwards from that and then jump forward !

they don’t remember a lot of what happened before they arrived, but they are a being ( of the mythical sort ) cast to earth, so presumably their time was spent in some ✨ magical land ✨ off in the stars somewhere ( /hj ) . it’s not too important since they don’t remember ( /j, it’s a little important, but not too important to answering this lmao ) .

after they quite literally landed with tony, they were taken in and began living with him ( probably in the tower since it was built between im2 and im3 ) . ( fun fact, they had their own room with an extra high ceiling so they could fly :D ! )

they were often kept out of fights, due to their weakness from when they landed and later due to tony being a protective dad ™️ ( which wren didn’t appreciate, and later proved him wrong about ) . after they fell, they were very weak, and even sometimes had trouble flying ( the fall itself as well as some of the events just before it & just after it caused that ) .

they weren’t ( really ) present for the battle of new york, but they were for ultron. given that they were good friends with jarvis, they knew they had to fight for him and against ultron ( they were quite angy at the program that tried to destroy their friend ) .

then we’re at civil war. which, wren was not present for ( a good thing, given that they were close to both tony and bucky and would have had a very hard time processing it and picking a side ) . similarly to thor, they simply. weren’t there. they had left on an attempt to search for more information on where they came from, and consequently were absent for the entirety of civil war. they returned after the fact, and … needless to say, were not happy with the news. it hit them roughly, and they had to take some time to figure out what to do next. ( which, their continued time “ away ” left room for homecoming to start ! )

speaking of homecoming, wren was present during the latter portion of that. unfortunately for tony, he had two tiny heroes to look after. after the end of homecoming, though, with tony growing closer to peter, wren also had the chance to meet peter ! the two of them hit it off almost instantly :D

i don’t know where exactly this would fit in, but there was a point where wren visited asgard with thor. they loved it !! they adapted quickly ( the customs & the like were oddly familiar ) , and enjoyed the trip ( even though they weren’t able to learn much ) .

aaaand then we hit doctor strange !! which is really cool becauseeee : wren went to doctor strange for help, and because the hospital stephen used to work at was also the one they visited around when they fell ! they weren’t treated by stephen, but it is a funny coincidence. after dr. strange became master of the mystic arts and took over the sanctum, wren heard wind of him and ended up going to him for advice ( with his magical ties, they thought he might be able to help ) . though their story was a strange one ( no pun intended ) , stephen did listen to them, and even though they don’t have an answer yet, wren still visits him because they enjoy being around him :D

and then … we hit infinity war.

which guess what ! i won’t be addressing because it makes me sad. the same for endgame. didn’t happen, i don’t see it. tony is alive and well and steve is still there, wren gets to be friends with vision, and everyone else is alive and well because i say so. <3

so !! wren lives in the avengers complex, and often visits tony’s home ( they’re good friends with morgan, who they happily play games with and tell stories to ) . the remainder of their time is typically spent with dr. strange or with bucky :D

( i loved answering this, it was so much fun !!! as you can see, i have a lot of thoughts & ideas for wren fksjdkdjdkdk )

#so yea !! :D #i say tiny hero as though wren isn’t taller than tony fksjfksjdk #but then again who isn’t taller than tony /lh #this was so much fun to answer !!!#asked and answered !#🪶 into the wren verse ;; taking about verses !#soulnottainted

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rockingrobin69 · 3 years

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Sharing is...?

Based on a prompt from a lovely anon, ‘flatmates’. Muggle AU, jealous Harry, pining by the bucketload, 1.6k, rated M.

It’s not that he minded, because he didn’t, but still it was a tiny bit annoying how loud Malfoy was. Which, like, fine. He could be as loud as he pleased, really. The noise itself didn’t bother Harry. All the laughing Malfoy did all the time with his mates, or the squealing with glee, or the moaning. Whatever. Especially the moaning. He didn’t care. Only, did it really have to be so –

Harry groaned when he realized he was thinking about Malfoy, again, instead of finishing his work. The essay was due by midnight tonight. A quick look at the clock informed him it was – ah, great, a quarter to eleven. Well, shit.

Scribbling some words down without thought, Harry couldn’t help but hear the sounds from the other side of the wall. It sounded like fighting. But the terrible kind, the one punctuated by giggles and ‘no, give it to me!’ and ‘stop!’ and ‘oh, god…’ oh, god. When Harry agreed to take a flatmate, this was not what he had in mind.

“It’ll be good for you,” Ron insisted when he moved out. “You know, having someone who’s actually in the flat from time to time.” He was probably only trying to make Harry feel better, though, after that brutal betrayal. Yes, Harry always knew it was coming – Ron’s been eyeing Hermione ever since first year. And still. It stung.

“Oi, quit it! No, seriously, I’m very ticklish, you – “

Harry had to physically cover his ears with both hands. The paper was due in an hour. He wasn’t going to make it.

What was perhaps even more frustrating was how Malfoy wasn’t so loud around him. It took Harry at least a month and a half to find out he even existed; Malfoy moved around the flat so quietly, secretly almost, like an animal trying to evade detection. Harry honestly forgot he had a flatmate. Then they had that wretched conversation on the kitchen floor after a particularly vicious exam, draining through Harry’s supply of crisps until the sun came up. They talked about Malfoy’s horrible dad and his crazy expectations, about Harry’s parents being too supportive, about uni, about St. Andrews and about not being able to understand most of their professors at all. They talked for hours. And then, just when Harry thought he could finally put a finger on his mysterious flatmate, Malfoy had to do a complete one-eighty on him.

Oh, he was funny, yes. In the sharp-wit sort of way Harry found so charming on the floor. And he was very clever, like Harry learned that night. He was even friendly, once he finally let some of his guard down. But he did all those things with other people.

People from his class, for example. Or guys he picked up at the restaurant where he worked. It was Harry’s idea for him to get a job – ‘you should be, like, free, you know? If your father’s trying to control you, don’t take money from him!’ – and then Malfoy went and used it to meet men. Strange men. Other men, anyway. It was so infuriating, Harry decided he wasn’t in fact going to start calling him ‘Draco’ like he’d suggested. Nope. Eat shit, Malfoy, he thought whenever the blasted man brought another date to the flat. Eat. Fucking. Shit.

But no, Malfoy was eating pasta tonight. With Michael. Or Steven. Or Stephen, fuck him. Malfoy’s having pasta, sashaying around in his boxers and an oversized jumper and striped knee-high socks and Harry just wanted to die. Just like that. To die. It was really bloody cold outside, so he couldn’t even go for a run, and although Malfoy asked him – twice – if he’d care to join them, it was the last thing Harry wanted to do. He wouldn’t sit there and watch him bat his eyelashes at some random. His long fricking eyelashes. Screw him. Which, most likely, Stephen actually will. And Harry will have to hear the whole thing, because there’s only one wall between their rooms, and it’s thin as fucking paper.

He went to bed very early that night, but only fell asleep around four in the morning.

The sound that got to him the most was the laughter. The moans were – well – but the laughter drove Harry mental. He made Malfoy laugh a couple of times himself, that one mythical night they shared. A few other times too with the snarky comments he threw occasionally, or when Harry did something exceedingly stupid (which was too fucking often). When Malfoy talked it was always careful, precise, but when he laughed – he laughed like he didn’t know how to laugh, like he’s never done it before, like it was something entirely novel. He laughed real, and deep, and wild. He laughed so hard he’d cry, sometimes, wiping his fucking lashes and grinning from ear to ear. It was so easy to love him, then. Even if you didn’t know him. Even if you wanted nothing to do with him, when Malfoy laughed, everyone fell in love.

Not Harry, though. He wasn’t in love, for crying out loud. He was just a little drawn to him, because yes, Malfoy was very attractive, and yes, Harry didn’t lead the fullest social life with his tight schedule, and yes, Malfoy was attractive. Or has he listed that already? Didn’t matter. The point was, he didn’t care about Malfoy at all, except for the laughter. Which didn’t really explain why Harry bought the coffee he preferred, or used the lily-scented laundry detergent Malfoy admitted to liking. Or why he marked Malfoy’s exams on his schedule too, or always made sure there are sufficient snacks in the house whenever Malfoy had a large assignment to submit. The blasted man probably believed they had a snack-fairy or something, because he never once commented on it. They had nearly no interaction at all, the exception being Malfoy inviting him to whatever stupid activity he was doing with the stupid men he brought over, probably just to be an arse. And then Harry having to hear the other activities through the wall.

Having a flatmate shouldn’t be this painful, he often thought.

The semester went by far too fast, and Harry was close to admitting defeat. This year he’ll graduate. Probably move back home, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to wait here for – for – for nothing. It’s not like Malfoy was offering him something. So yeah. What was he even thinking about? He lost all thread of thought the minute the door opened and Malfoy walked in, blessedly alone.

“I brought lasagna from the restaurant,” he said, and Harry had to swallow three times before he managed a nod.

“No, er, what’s his face, Roger tonight?”

Malfoy’s pretty nose scrunched. “You mean Stuart? No, he’s a twat. No one’s coming tonight.” He leaned against the counter, effortlessly elegant, too fucking brilliant in the dim light. “Fancy having dinner, just the two of us?”

“I.” this was honestly the best he could do.

“You don’t have to,” Malfoy said, too quickly. Harry realized he had to step the fuck up, right now.

“No, no, I – I want. Food, that is. I – hungry.”

“Say no more,” Malfoy smirked, plating up the lasagna. “I thought you would be, after your run.”

“I – how did you know I went for a run?”

“Well, first of all, it’s halfway warm outside. You always go for a run when it doesn’t rain. And second, your hair’s wet. You normally shower in the morning, so if your hair’s wet in the evening…” the shrug was such a bland response to Harry’s look of total, utter shock. Malfoy noticed all these things about him? He thought he was the only one who – “Harry?”

Oh. He was blocking the microwave. Flustered, overheated, startled, Harry didn’t move. Instead he grabbed Malfoy’s wrist, not the one holding the plate, and pulled closer.

“-what –“

The plate fell, noisily, to the floor. Harry didn’t bother looking. His eyes bore down Malfoy’s, green on grey, and both of them were panting. Oh. Oh.

“All the others,” he said, grunted, voice rough. “All this time.”

“You weren’t paying attention to me.” Malfoy’s lips were so fucking close. “I needed a way to make you listen.”

“You’re a fucking psychopath,” Harry mumbled, appreciative, and confirmed it with a kiss.

He didn’t sleep that night, either. He didn’t complain, though.

It was the last night of April, nearly the first morning of May, and everyone was on the beach. Ron was snogging Hermione somewhere, and Stuart was sending Harry death-threats with his eyes, but he was holding Draco, so everything was all right.

“Are you going to do it?” Draco whispered into his neck, pretty half-cut. Everybody was. Not Harry, though; he didn’t remember ever feeling more present. And alive, damn it. Graduation was just around the corner, and for a change, he didn’t really care what he was going to do after.

“Why not?” he asked, smiling to the top of Draco’s head.

“Er, maybe because it’s freezing, and you people are crazy?” Draco replied, but he was smiling too.

“Come on. Let’s do it. You can’t graduate from St. Andrew’s and not go in once.”

“Oh, is this life advice from Harry Potter?” he looked up to steal a kiss. “Fine. Fine. God, I can’t believe you convinced me to – ah. I’m cold already. Hold me closer.”

Harry was only too happy to oblige.

When the sun came up, they held hands and just ran forward, straight into the freezing North sea. All around them people were shouting and laughing and cursing, but Harry only had ears for Draco. The sound he made when he was up to his chest in the icy water was something quite unique; a half-shriek, half-laughter, plus something else still. Harry decided then and there that he’d be quite happy hearing him for the rest of their lives.

#drarry #fic #Muggle AU #St. Andrew's uni #May dip #it's a real thing!#jealous harry #pining harry #flatmates #from a prompt yay #RockingRobin69

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elisaphoenix13 · 2 years

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A White Wolf and Kittens

Athena didn't hate the vet...but she didn't particularly enjoy going either. The other animals there were noisy or crying just because they were there. If they had been sick or injured she wouldn't have minded, but otherwise it grated on her nerves. But she behaved. When her master brought her to the vet, she remained at his side while he checked her in, then followed him to a chair and sat next to it without a fuss.

It was a busy day. Lots of cats and dogs as well as exotic animals, and to her relief, most of them were nervous but quiet about it. Only one or two were whining, and from the looks of it, they were there for the same reason she was. For a check up. Although, she supposed they couldn't communicate with their masters like Stephen could with her with his magic. He explained the vet to her and why he would be taking her when he first brought her into his home and she understood. These animals, however, were a little more in the dark.

"They're falling behind today so we might be waiting a little while." Stephen mutters softly to her and pets her head. "Why don't you lay down?"

Lay down. She knew that command. So she obeyed immediately and got as comfortable as she could on the hard floor. She grew up on grass and dirt, but when she was taken home by her master, she got used to the carpet, beds, and the couch. Hard surfaces like this weren't very comfortable but she had laid on some on occasion. Like when her master was cooking and she wanted to be nearby.

This floor felt a little dirtier than the one at home though.

A tiny squeak distracts her from her thoughts and Athena flicks an ear in the direction it had come from before looking out of the corner of her eye. A small kitten had climbed its way out of a box that was full of them when Athena actually paid it attention, and curiously wandered over to the wolf to investigate. She had to admit it was kind of cute to watch it approach her cautiously, sniffing from a distance before getting just close enough to swat at one of her paws before scampering away. When it realized Athena wasn't going to attack it, it wandered back and got closer and closer until it was happily climbing on her.

It didn't take long for the siblings to follow his lead and play with Athena.

"Where is your mother?" Athena rumbles softly.

One of the kittens looks up at her with big blue eyes. "Mommy?"

"No, I'm not your mother." The wolf huffs.

The kitten ran over to a brother to play with him, leaving Athena's question unanswered, but she had a theory. They looked to be old enough to be separated from their mother and find loving homes. At least that's what she had heard from her master's own children.

"Oh!" The receptionist finally spots the kittens on Athena and she stands. "I'm so sorry Dr. Strange!"

Stephen looks up from the book he had brought and then follows the girl's gaze down to his wolf. He only chuckled. "It's alright. She won't hurt them. She's used to this actually."

He looks back at his book when the receptionist nods and sits back down, leaving the kittens to continue their play. Athena would periodically grab one of them by their scruff and lick them clean, earning happy purrs for her effort. Before her master had brought her into his home, she had briefly wondered what it would be like to have her own pups but that never came to pass. Instead, she now helped take care of other animals and her master's children and she was quite content with only that. They weren't even hers and she would sometimes need time away from them. Especially Flynn. He was kind of high maintenance and always needed attention.

Fortunately he mainly looked for it from Emir or his master. Or in the fox's words, his daddy.

"Play with us!" One of the kittens requested.

"There's not enough space here." Athena says. "Play with your siblings." There were some whines but she stayed firm in her decision. The humans wouldn't appreciate her chasing the kittens around the small room. "That's enough of that."

She gently judges a kitten with her muzzle toward one of its siblings and it pounces, successfully distracted from the request. Athena had her own way of entertaining them anyway, such as waving her tail around for the ones trying to pounce on it. Every once in a while, she would let a kitten catch her tail before pulling it away and waving it around again. It was sufficient.

"What is that dangerous animal doing here?!" A screech resounds through the room when the door opens and both Athena and Stephen look up at the disturbance.

A woman with a short haircut and holding a Chihuahua was looking straight at the wolf, and it made Stephen sigh. To Athena's amusement, the dog in the woman's arms actually looked embarrassed and whined because of it.

"Here we go again." The Chihuahua whines. "She always finds something to complain about."

"This isn't our first encounter." Athena answers.

"I demand that creature be taken out!" The woman says loudly and Stephen closes his book with an irritated snap. "It's dangerous and mauling those poor kittens!"

Everyone in the waiting room was looking at each other and then Athena with obvious confusion. They weren't bothered by her and they certainly knew she wasn't doing anything to warrant this woman's rage.

"My wolf is only dangerous if I want her to be." Stephen says with as much calmness as he can muster.

"Why would you bring such a vicious animal here?! Those are illegal to keep as pets-"

"I have all of the necessary licenses and paperwork to keep her." Stephen interrupts. "And if you bothered to look properly instead of assuming the worst, you would see that she hasn't harmed those kittens in any way."

The woman scowls. "It's only a matter of time before that thing attacks someone!"

"If you lay a finger on me, I assure you she'll try. Whether or not I tell her not to is up to you to take the risk." Stephen snaps when the woman steps closer to her.

Athena even growled a little when she did. She didn't like this woman approaching her master the way she did. This was someone that possibly meant him harm and she was going to warn her. Stephen held out a placating hand to her though so she didn't do anything more. She knew there was a time and a place and this was neither. This terrible woman was a regular civilian and not to be attacked if she touched Stephen. Unless she really brought him harm, Athena was to do nothing.

That didn't mean she liked the idea though. She did turn her attention to the frightened kittens curled up against her side though. They had run for cover the moment the human had opened her mouth and Athena couldn't blame them. She almost wanted to cover her ears just from the sheer pitch in the woman's voice.

"Everything will be alright. My master will take care of it." The wolf reassures them.

"She's loud!" A kitten cries.

"Yes I know. It will be over soon enough."

"Ma'am, the wolf is not causing anyone any trouble." The receptionist says. "If you are uncomfortable with her around, I suggest you come back at a later time."

"I'm here now and I have every right to be here!" The woman screeches and the receptionist sighs.

"Yes, and so does Dr. Strange and Athena. Now you can either come back at a later time or you can find a seat and stop making a scene."

The woman turns red, and just when everyone thinks she's about to go on another verbal rampage, she finds a seat and sits down with an affronted huff. She continued to mumble under her breath as she placed her Chihuahua on her lap, but Stephen paid her no mind and turned his attention to Athena.

"Good girl," he whispers and reaches down to pat her head.

Athena rumbles softly in response, wagging her tail happily and the kittens eventually resume playing now that the woman had stopped screeching. It was only ten minutes later when she and Stephen were finally called back and Athena gently returned each kitten to their box before following her master into another room. She had to ignore the kittens tiny cries as she walked away and the door was closed behind her. Her check up went well, she wasn't even given any shots. Just a usual examination of her body, mouth, and nails.

She was given a treat at the end for behaving which was one of the few appeals of going to the vet.

Before she knew it, they were leaving the room and Stephen was going over to the counter to pay for the visit. Athena took that time to walk over to the box of kittens to stick her head in and lick each of them with a comforting nuzzle. When they tried to climb her, she had to move her head out of reach.

"It's time for me to go." She tells them softly.

"Don't leave!" One of the kittens cries.

"You'll be alright. The humans will find you nice families to take care of you." Athena tells them, nuzzling them all once more for good measure.

"Athena, come." Stephen commands.

She had to admit that it was a little hard to leave the kittens behind, especially when they cried for her, but she knew they would find loving humans to take them in. Much like Stephen had. They were probably afraid someone like the woman would take them and she couldn't blame them. She wouldn't want to live with someone like that either. But she had a feeling they would be given to families like hers.

"You did well." Stephen praises her and pets her head after they leave the vet and make their way toward an empty alleyway so he could make a gateway home. But when he stopped and looked across the street, he smiled and looked down at her. "How about we sit in the park for a little while before we go home?"

Athena wags her tail in agreement and Stephen chuckles as he leads the way safely across the street. She always enjoyed grabbing a few more moments of peace with her master before they went back home. It gave her some time to enjoy the sun and gave him some uninterrupted reading time - assuming nobody acted as the woman did when they saw Athena. But nothing of the sort happened. There were curious whispers but most people just looked at her in awe. One girl even said she was beautiful. It was an improvement to earlier.

They were able to enjoy the park for a good hour before Stephen decided it was time to head home and opened a gateway. Athena got up and walked through without being prompted and her collar and leash were almost immediately removed by her master's mate. Athena rumbles her appreciation and licks Tony hand in thanks after he pets her head and then he starts scratching beneath her chin.

"Such a good girl." Tony croons as Stephen walks through the gateway and closes it behind him. "Everything go well?" He asks the sorcerer.

"She's perfectly healthy. Some kittens took a liking to her, and a Karen almost broke my eardrums when she saw Athena." Stephen explains and Tony snorts.

"You're picking up on the kids' lingo."

"It was bound to happen." Stephen shrugs. "We went to the park afterwards for a little bit."

Athena leaves her master and his mate in the entryway where they had ended up and made her way to the living room where she found all of the children watching a movie. Of course, Valerie immediately invited her on the couch next to her when the little girl saw her, and the wolf jumped up to lay next to her. There was just enough space for her to lay down between Valerie and Diana and enjoy the slow pets both girls subconsciously gave her as they watched the movie.

"Did you bring us something?" Harley asks as Stephen and Tony walk in.

"I only went to the vet." Stephen says.

"Do you have fleas?" Harley jokes, and immediately gets his head whapped by the doctor.

Athena closes her eyes contently after that. She really was happy with the way her life was now. She was loved and cared for, and could sleep in comfort and security. Of course she could defend herself - she and her master trained together all of the time - and she would defend this family without hesitation. Even the other animals. This was more of a family - a pack - than her previous one had been and she was determined to keep them.

#mama bear au #stephen strange #athena the wolf #tony stark #harley keener #ironstrange

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goldentournesol · 4 years

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Here For You

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

The one where Spencer and Reader make up after her not visiting him in prison.

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Only one week into the six week mandatory leave and Y/N could feel her brain expanding in her skull at the rate at which her mind raced about Spencer. She’d been spending her days in the most boring of ways. She’d drag herself out of bed at whatever time she felt sick of being in bed, the placement of the sun in the sky had done little to give her the rest she deserved. When she wasn’t in bed, she was on her couch doing absolutely anything to try and get her mind off of Spencer. They hadn’t spoken to each other since Stephen’s funeral and it was hard not worrying about him. But at the same time she knew he needed space to process all he’s been through. How much space was too much space? She didn’t want him to think she was avoiding him again, on the contrary, she’d found herself wanting to call him every night. She wondered how many steps she’d been getting in in a single day from how much she paced around her apartment.

On the first day of the second week, she’d had enough. She jumped out of bed and just barely had the notion to wash her face before grabbing her keys and driving in the direction of Spencer’s apartment. Before she could second guess herself, she was knocking on the hard wood of his front door. Her heart jumped up to her throat as she waited on the other side. What if he doesn’t want to see her? What if he’s busy with his mother? Oh God, what if he’s-

A breeze rushed past her as he opened the door, “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

She looked up to take him all in and fought to not let a gasp slip past her lips. He was in a white cotton t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. His honey colored locks were even more untamed than they usually were. The dark circles under his eyes had begun to encapsulate and swallow the rest of his exhausted eyes--which she noticed he couldn’t open the whole way, probably due to a migraine. She wondered if he’d been getting any sleep. The scruff he’d had the last time she saw him had evolved into a full grown beard. He looked even worse than she felt.

“I-” she began but she stopped, what was she doing there?

“I came to check on you. Can I come in?”

She noticed him stiffen slightly, his shoulders tensing and his eyes scanned over her figure as if trying to assess whether or not she posed a threat. He released the tension from his shoulders and stepped aside, a sigh leaving his lips.

She immediately noticed the mess. There were books everywhere, things were out of place, it was so unlike Spencer to live among clutter. He didn’t even bother to apologize for the mess, he just shut the door and turned towards her as she stood in his living room. She stopped looking around and faced him. There was so much she wished she could do for him. She wanted to cradle him in her arms and kiss his face and let him know that everything would be alright. But all she could do was fight to suppress the tears that surfaced.

He stood far away from her, too far, hands in the pockets of his pajama pants defensively. He stared at her with an expression that seemed unfamiliar, almost like his face had been drained of any intelligible expressions, giving off an almost uninterested look. His living room looked strange with her in it, although he couldn’t say he hadn’t missed it.

“Uh,” she started, her hands wringing themselves at her stomach, “I want to ask you how you are and I know it’d be stupid to ask--but, I need to know how you are, Spencer.” She was nervous, her voice was shaking and she didn’t bother to hide it. Spencer felt guilty about being the source of her anxiety but he was too overwhelmed with emotion that he didn’t do anything about it.

He shrugged, “I don’t know how I am.”

That was the most honest answer he could think of, but it was also the shortest. He saw the corners of her mouth raise slightly and it reminded him of a simpler time where he was the source of her happiness. She was glad he was at least being honest and not hiding behind walls...for now.

She nodded, “That’s okay. I won’t pretend to know what you’re feeling, but I do know that I want to be with you right now. I want to help you heal. No matter how long it takes. Even if we aren’t together...you know, romantically. I’ll wait for you. I just want to be here for you, Spencer, if you’ll let me.” She swallowed her incoming tears as she spoke.

He was visibly apprehensive at first, he didn’t know what to say but he knew that he loved her with his whole heart. He missed her so much, but it was too painful to feel at the moment. So he kept her at arm’s length in fear of hurting her or hurting himself. She took a step closer, but it was still tentative.

“So will you let me be here for you?” She asked again at his lack of an answer.

Spencer pursed his lips and nodded, tearing his gaze from her, although he wished he hadn’t because the next time he glanced at her, she smiled. A real smile and Spencer’s chest felt warm at the sight of it.

“Okay, so have you had any breakfast yet?” She beamed up at him and he shook his head, deciding not to tell her about how poorly he’s been eating. But then again, she probably already knew.

“Alright, how about this? You go take a shower and I’ll make us something to eat.” She offered, already making her way to the kitchen.

Spencer took a deep breath and walked into his room. A few short moments later he walked back out and stood at the kitchen door, staring at her. She noticed him standing there and smiled sweetly, making Spencer uncomfortably shuffle his feet.

“What’s wrong, love?” She moved closer, although not close enough for him to touch her.

“I-,” he started, his voice hoarse and small, so he cleared his throat, “I don’t want to be...alone.” Her heart wrenched in her chest at the sight of this strong, yet temporarily broken man whom she loved more than life itself. She couldn’t help but tear up at his confession, touched at the fact that he thought her presence could bring him comfort. He watched as her expression softened and she nodded up at him.

“Okay, breakfast can wait. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She gently took his hand and led him to the bathroom. The simple gesture ignited something in Spencer’s chest. Her touch was so familiar, yet so strange. It felt strange to be touched so gently and with so much compassion. She sat him down on the closed toilet as she ran the water. She noticed him itching at his beard uncomfortably. It made her giggle. The sound nearly sent a shiver down his spine.

“Do you wanna get rid of it? The beard?” She turned off the water and he shrugged.

“It’s really itchy.” He said simply. He didn’t want to tell her that the razors reminded him too much of the razors in prison. She picked up on his hesitation.

“I could help...if you want.” She smiled softly and picked up his shaving cream. And now it was Spencer’s turn to be touched at the fact that she would do something so...domestic for him. His eyebrows raised slightly at the offer, but he nodded nonetheless.

She stood between his knees and began to lather up the shaving cream on his face. Her close presence put him at ease. She tentatively brought a hand to the side of his neck to get a better grip and watched as he closed his eyes and relaxed at her warm touch. She filled up the sink with water and brought the clean razor to his face.

“I need you to be still for me, okay?” She spoke with her voice slightly above a whisper, as if it were any louder, it would startle him. He nodded and slowly brought his hands to the back of her thighs, gripping almost as if he was checking to see if she was still there.

She leaned so close that he could feel her breath fan over his face as she began to gently shave his beard. Spencer was usually much more aggressive while shaving but he had to admit this was nice too. He knew he’d trust her with his life anyway, it didn’t matter that she was holding a potentially deadly weapon near his neck. She couldn’t help but smile as things began to feel normal again. They remained there in a comfortable silence as she focused on not hurting him.

The tenderness she treated him with seemed so strange yet so welcome. How could he have ever forgotten about what it felt like when she touched him? The ghosts of her fingertips were ever present in his mind but they were nothing compared to the real thing. He felt everything and nothing all at once.

His eyes were screwed shut tight as he tried to contain the tears that welled up under his closed lids. A single tear managed to escape. She caught it before it reached the remaining shaving cream, brushing it away with her signature tenderness, the kind he never wanted to be unfamiliar with again. His grip around her thighs tightened as he struggled to contain any more of his tears. She quickly finished shaving the rest of his face and placed either hand gently on his neck, beckoning him to meet her gaze. In doing so, Spencer’s eyes gave up the feat of keeping the tears contained, and soon his freshly shaven skin was burning from the salty water, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered to him at that moment except for the woman who stood with him in his tiny bathroom.

She stared at him with empathy and placed a soft kiss to the center of his forehead. A simple gesture to remind him that she was there for him to lean on. He replied with a heart wrenching sob and shoved his face into her shoulder while wrapping his long arms around her body like she was his only lifeline. She cradled his head and ran her fingers through his hair as he continued to rid himself of the sadness that consumed him.

“I missed you so much.” Spencer uttered between sobs into the fabric of her sweater that smelled like home. She smelled like home. She was home. And now coming home never felt so right. She sniffled as she kissed the top of his head, a few tears of her own making their way down her face.

“I missed you too. So much, Spencer, so much.” She released a sob and held him tighter.

They held each other for a while until the sobbing ceased from both ends. When Spencer grew quiet, she let go of him and got on her knees to be at eye-level with him. She sent him a tearful smile and held his face.

“We can do this, we can get through this together, Spence. You’ve been through a lifetime of trauma in these last few months but you are the strongest man I have ever known. It’ll take time but we’ll get through this. I’m here now. Do you hear me?” She spoke with such sincerity that Spencer had no option but to believe her.

“Come on, now. Let’s get you clean.” She tugged on his hand for him to get up with her and turned the water back on, “I’ll be here the whole time.” She took his seat on the toilet and he got in the shower.

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Y/N stood in the kitchen over the stove as Spencer sat at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee. She glanced back at him to find him lost in the dark liquid in front of him.

“When was the last time you ate something Spence?” She asked, pulling him out of his daze.

“I don’t know, to be honest.” He replied with a shrug and rubbed his eyes vigorously, “I’m starving though. What are you making?”

“Well, your fridge is pretty much empty so we’ll have to do some grocery shopping but I found a few eggs and some bread.” She smiled as she took the eggs off the heat and put them in front of Spencer. She began eating and watched him as he began to shovel the food into his mouth.

“Woah, slow down there. I don’t want you to choke.” She laughed and he looked at her sheepishly.

“Sorry, it’s just so much better than anything I’ve had in the last three months.” He smiled back at her and she felt her chest swell at the sight of him smiling. She grabbed his hand over the table and squeezed it.

“Then I promise to try and make you the best dishes I can.” She giggled and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Not this again.” He grinned, remembering the last time she tried to cook a complicated dish, they ended up ordering a pizza.

“Okay! That was once! Let it go already, sheesh.” She laughed, shaking her head.

It felt right being together again. Spencer wasn’t really sure of anything yet, he wasn’t sure if his mother would be fine without him, he wasn’t sure if he’d be reinstated, he wasn’t even sure if he’d ever heal from the trauma he’d been through. The one thing he was sure of though, was that they belonged together and he’d rather spend the rest of his days listening to her laugh and making her smile than mourn the losses he’s had.

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