#team as a family

[its-a-ittle-bit-cold]

I just want to tell you I am (Jamie Tartt x reader)

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warnings: fluff, language? mention sex like once

summary: Rebecca and Keeley ask you a very suspicious question

a/n: short little engagement drabble <3

“How’s Jamie?”

You, Keeley and Rebecca have begun a tradition of pamper and girl talk before matches, almost every week. Each of you bring things for self care to a rotation house- this time yours- and spoil yourselves and each other. The three of you, the medical and technical director, the publicity mogul and the club owner, make a very unusual trio of three generations. 

You’re in the middle of putting on a bright blue rubber face mask with your hair up in a mask and dressed in your matching fuzzy robe when Keeley poses the question.

Rebecca busies herself with her nails, pretending to not be interested.

You can’t help a face-splitting smile as you gaze at one of the many pictures of the two of you on the wall of your shared residence with the famous football star player: Jamie Tartt himself. In this particular shot, Jamie is holding you up in front of a sunset, your hair flips down and covers both your faces, but if you look carefully, you can see jamie’s adoring eyes. 

patting the mask back on, you avert your eyes. 

“He’s… fine. Great. He’s great actually.”

Keeley tears the seal off a tube of teeth-whitening solution.

“You two are perfect for each other,” She tells you. “You don’t take any of his shit. That’s really good.”

Rebecca flashes her white shimmer nails. Both you and Keeley ooh and ahhh at them.

“you’ve been good for him,” the oldest in the room tells you. “He’s been very good for you, as well.” 

You smile at your two closest friends. 

“d’you reckon you’d marry him?” Keeley asks suddenly. “like, if he proposed tomorrow, what’d you say?”

You stare past her at the screen.

another one of the defining characteristics of your spa days is the sad movies playing in the background. You and your girls always love having a good crying movie in the background, especially if they have happy endings.

(you remember when you had the day at Keely and Roy’s place. The football coach walked in, took one look at the three of you crying while a screaming mother grieved on the huge flatscreen tv, and turned and walked out). In this particular movie, the boy who is sick is being sung to and he starts crying (unrealistically. he’s in a coma).

“It sounds crazy. I know, but i think i’d say yes,” you tell them. “I don’t know. I’ve never loved as hard as i love Jamie. It’s not going away, it’s only getting so much better.”

You watch Rebecca’s face carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. After her horrible experience with Rupert, how would she take this?

She looks like she’s trying to hide a smile.

“That’s great, babes,” she tells you. “really, really great.” 

“plus,” you add with a grin. “he’s really, really good in bed.”

“That’s a bonus right there,” rebecca exclaims.

The three of you soon brush the tooth whitening solution on and silently shed tears as the mom on screen begs for mercy.

this is the life.

The match today is a great one to see. Jamie flies on the pitch, and every time he scores he looks up at the box and blows you a kiss. You know he likes to fluster you, and this never fails to disappoint.

when there are only five minutes remaining, rebecca and Keeley stand up and grab one of your elbows each. 

“what’s going on?” you follow them, confused into the stands, and to the private elevator. “where are we going?” 

they share a look. Keeley squeals and rebecca squeezes your shoulders, but they don’t answer your question.

“You’ll just have to wait, my darling.”

you give them looks. They know you don’t particularly like waiting. You’re the one who always looks up spoilers for the movies you watch because you just can’t wait.

You descend past the entrance and to the pit. The smell of sweaty man bombards your nostrils but they keep walking. 

“you guys know you’re not allowed on the pitch, right?”

“don’t worry, babe, we’re not going to the pitch.”

“see even though you say that, it really feels like we’re headed straight into the tunnel that leads to the pitch.”

the second you step foot into the opening, the ref’s whistle blows. The three of you stop short as the crowd erupts into screams and the Richmond chant. Rebecca has her phone out. 

“What is going on?” you ask for what feels like the fifteen hundredth time. the whole Richmond team Is getting closer to you guys. Sam and Isaac don’t even say hello, they hoist you onto their shoulders and charge back out onto the field.

“put me down!” you are surrounded by the team - your family. “You two are super sweaty!”

once you reach the center circle they let you down. The whole team - and the other, for that matter, surround you. 

Jamie Tartt, your boyfriend, cuts through the circle, followed by all four coaches. 

he’s holding a microphone and a ring box in his hand.

you bring your hands up to your mouth and look to your sides. Sam and Jan Maas, the two closest to you give you the hugest, shit-eating smiles you’ve ever seen as jamie gets down on one knee, still in his kit, and flips the ring box lid. 

“(y/n), love.” his Mancunian accented voice reverberated throughout the gasping crowd. “I live you more than i’ve loved anyone in my life. I will never stop loving you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he pauses and you  cover your eyes, sloppily wiping up the tears that have gathered in your eyes. “Do you want to spend the rest of yours with me? will you make me the luckiest man on the planet and marry me?” 

The crowd, the teams, and even the birds flying above seem suspended in this perfect moment. The moment your perfectly imperfect boyfriend becomes your fiancée.

you nod furiously. frantically. 

“yes,” you whisper. “of course i’ll marry you, Jamie.”

he quickly hands off the microphone and charges toward you, taking you into his arms and spinning around amidst the roar of the crowd and the teams gathered around you. You’re crying. you’re both crying. He kisses you in his arms and then takes the ring out of its box and slides it onto your finger.

You press your forehead against his and kiss him again, crying.

This is the moment you will remember forever.

+

When you get a moment of silence, jamie kisses you sweetly. 

“You don’t have to, love.” 

you pull back, startled. 

does he mean he wants to take it back?

“Jamie?”

“I put ya in the spot out there in the pitch. You don’t need to say yes right now. It’s okay.”

You can see the pain this statement causes in his eyes. You shake your head, new tears of happiness blooming for his consideration of you. 

“Jamie, I meant what i said. You are the love of my life, okay?” you hold out your hand. “And we’re getting married.”

He kisses you again, but this time, you can feel the promise of more behind his desperate, post game, adrenaline fueled lips.

should i make this a series?

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1139

A comes back from an excursion and they’re exhausted beyond relief. They’re covered head to toe in scrapes and bruises and have gone perhaps too long without a meal that wasn’t rations/protein bars/energy drinks. They listlessly stumble from the transport, and head straight to their room to decompress; the team know better than to intervene at this stage.

So in the shower A goes, maybe still in their underwear and t-shirt as they sit on the tiled floor; letting the warm water pulse at strained muscles and rinse away perhaps weeks worth of grime.

Maybe ten minutes later, or however long they decide to give A, B quietly slips into the shower with them, and begins to coax them through washing their hair and body. A doesn’t speak, they’re too tired, and B knows better than to expect an answer. When they’re finished, C is patiently waiting on the other side of the shower curtain; armed with a warm towel and fresh bandages if they’re needed.

In the bedroom adjacent, D has prepared the bed, and laid out clean clothes for A, as E carefully steps into the room with a tray loaded with food/snacks for A to eat when they’re ready. The team know better than to expect A to have a full appetite at this stage.

They fall asleep together that night, thankful A is back (mostly) unharmed. A has a smile on their face as they drift off to sleep.

[masterwords]

stand as one

Summary: Derek & Hotch are invited to a BAU family reunion at Rossi's. They're semi-retired in Chicago, no one knows about them, and Derek is feeling a little self-conscious about his scars.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Warnings: alcohol, talk about scars/trauma (specifically from the episode "Derek", and George Foyet)

Words: 2.7k

Notes: Written for @imagining-in-the-margins CM Comfort Fic Challenge using the prompt: Character is insecure about a physical attribute. Honestly, it was hard to choose, the list of prompts was so good. This story fits into the post-WITSEC retirement in Chicago series: The Chicago Times.

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“Are we really flying back to Virginia for a pool party?” Derek asks, staring hard into the mirror. Up until this point he hasn't given it much thought. The scar that melts its way from his collar bone to the tip of his sternum has been there long enough that he's learned how to live with it. Therapy has helped some, Savannah helped more, and he's(mostly) okay with it. What was left behind from the experience, tucked away on the inside is far worse, anyway, and he's plodding through that a little slower. He wants to take his time with it, not rush through it and expect grand results.

But that means there are a lot of things he still has trouble with.

Being in crowds, bumping shoulders, he can do it now if he has to but sometimes the light is just the right shade of faded denim blue and the streetlamp pools just the right sodium yellow and he breaks out in a cold sweat. He remembers clearly telling Savannah to call Hotch, call Hotch...it's a small consolation now that when it happens, he can reach out and take hold of Hotch's hand (if it's not in his grip already) and know that he's right there. Not a phone call away anymore, never again. It's usually his shoulder bumping against Derek's.

But a pool party at Rossi's sounds like digging up the bad shit. And then rolling around in it. It sounds like people looking at him with his melted scar tissue dead center, the scar that Jack says makes him look like Iron Man only way cooler, and feeling sorry for him. Remembering what happened to him, how they found him in that cabin, why he left the BAU.

He's so tired of feeling like their tragic baby brother. It was easier to leave when he considered that as an alternative – them never being able to see him as anything more than the sum of his traumas.

“We can decline the invitation,” Hotch says, a little pensive. He's only going out of some misplaced feeling of obligation after having not seen the team in over a year. Leaving the way he had, they'd been forced to move on quickly without him, not even a backward glance, no goodbyes and frankly there hasn't been a time that felt right for him to drop in on them. It seemed easier this way for everyone. Less painful, fewer tears. He didn't imagine they cried many over him in the first place, not with Emily coming back to them. “If you'd like, I can call Dave and tell him something came up.”

“No, you can't do that...we're going to Venezuela right afterward and our flight leaves from D.C, in case you forgot. We have to go.”

“We can change our flights, Derek. They let you do that.”

Derek touches his chest, runs his finger along the strangely sloped ridge of numb scar tissue and frowns. It's slick and smooth in places, nothing like the scars that Hotch carries with him. Hotch's are sensitive and cause him problems, he's in pain more often than he cares to admit after so many surgeries to correct what was damaged. Derek's...well, he looks at it and he frowns at the way it mocks him. It's like someone took a plastic doll and held it up to a hair dryer.

Or set a heated knife to a smear of white phosphorous. He sighs.

“You don't have to swim.”

“You know damn well it's gonna make things even weirder if I don't strip my shirt off and jump in. They're gonna zero in on that and make it worse.”

Hotch is behind him now, arms slipping around his waist, pointy chin digging into his shoulder. He's just a hair taller than Derek, just enough that he can do that without too much effort. “You're still the most handsome man on Earth,” he reminds Derek quietly. There is a sincerity in his voice that Derek can't remember hearing from anyone else. Sure, people look at him all the time and he knows damn well what he looks like, scar or not...but when Hotch says it, it sounds different. Reverent. Sacred.

“You're not wearing your glasses, you're practically blind.”

Hotch rolls his eyes and dusts a string of stubbly kisses along Derek's shoulder and up his neck, ending behind his ear. He hasn't shaved yet today and it makes Derek's skin flood with goosebumps. “Let's just say no thank you, send a case of wine and a card...”

“From all of us? Aaron, you keep saying we. We can decline, we don't have to go...baby, I hate to remind you, but they don't know about us.”

“What better way to tell them than by sending alcohol and not being there to see the reactions?”

Derek twists around until they're face to face, bare chest to bare chest, draping his arms over Hotch's shoulders. “The case of wine isn't a half bad idea, but we're showing up with it. Otherwise they'll come here...”

“Then you'd better get packed.”

- - - - -

Rossi's house doesn't look any different than when he was last here, but it feels strange. There was always something familiar about the feeling of walking up his steps, knocking on his door, feeling small inside his perfectly manicured grounds. It reminded him of afternoon spent running around in great emerald spaces while his parents rubbed elbows with Senators and other rich, important people.

He still does feel small, but he no longer feels familiar.

“Aaron!” Rossi shouts, throwing the door open. He pulls Hotch into a hug, the kind that squeezes the air out of your lungs, and mutters something about missing him and being a stranger and it sounds insulting but sweet at the same time.

Stepping back, Hotch watches as Jack takes his hug and then rushes inside to find Henry and Michael, he hasn't seen his friends in too long. And then it's Derek's turn, Rossi doesn't waste any time hugging both Derek and Hank in one go. He's practically weeping over how big Hank has gotten when he breaks the hold.

“Where's Savannah?” Dave asks, dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief. Hotch looks down at his feet while Derek begins to tell him about Doctors Without Borders and co-parenting long distance, and finally about their decision to see other people.

“It just made sense,” Derek says with a shrug. He doesn't look sad about it, but Hotch knows it still gets to him sometimes. He misses her. Hank squirms in Derek's arms and babbles something that sounds like half words and half nonsense, and instinctively Hotch reaches out to take him from Derek. He knows what Hank wants.

Rossi watches the interaction with one eyebrow cocked a little higher than the other. He doesn't have time to ask, though, because Hotch brushes past him while talking directly to the toddler in his arms, laughing and smiling as they go. Hank wants to see the pool. Derek has Hank's diaper bag with all of his swim gear thrown over his shoulder, so he follows dutifully while Rossi watches, takes note, and closes the door. They're the last to arrive. His entire family, estranged though it were, is all back under one roof. Temporary, but he's not going to give that more weight than necessary until the sun goes down.

- - - - -

“Poo! Poo!” Hank squeals as Derek changes him into a swimming diaper and covers it with a pair of Iron Man swim trunks. A gift from Jack who, though he was growing up, hadn't lost his love for The Avengers. He'd just moved on to collecting comic books and discussing the lore with his friends, except he loves to watch Avengers cartoons with Hank.

“Is he telling you he's pooped?” Alex asks, extending her hand to Derek, helping him up off of the ground. He laughs, snatching his running baby before he hits the pool by himself. He's already tried it three separate times.

“Pool,” he says, bending and twisting to hold the wiggly boy in his arms. “He wants to go in the pool. It's all he can think about.”

“It's very nice, Rossi keeps it pretty warm.”

Derek looks at the pool and nods. “I bet. Maybe in a bit, huh? We're still makin' the rounds.” He's avoiding the pool, that's all. And they're about to notice. Alex is the third person to remind him that the water is warm and that he'll enjoy it. That's why they're here, right?

JJ beans him with a squishy basketball, soaks the entire front of his shirt. “GET IN LOSER!” she hollers, wrestling Henry back down into the water before he can climb out to grab the ball from Derek.

Penelope has already made several comments about depriving them all of the Derek Morgan gun show, even Reid has mentioned that Hank looks like he'd really like to test it out. Finally, when Hotch can't take it anymore, he downs the rest of his beer and pulls his own t-shirt over his head.

None of them has ever seen him without a shirt, never even dreamed that it was a possibility. Frankly, most of them probably thought he slept in his suits (and they weren't exactly wrong on occasion, he had been known to fall asleep sitting at his desk or on his couch, curl up in a ball for a quick nap on top of his hotel bed...) so when he shows up in sweaters and khakis, or today in a t-shirt and swim trunks, people are already more than a little off guard. It doesn't look like the Hotch any of them remembers.

And when he takes his shirt off, baring for the first time not only the notes that George Foyet left scrawled all over his skin but a map of cruelty that stretches in a timeline of silvery scars back to his childhood, they can't help but look. His back is just as scarred as his front. “Hank, come here buddy,” Hotch says, extending his arms to the little guy who crawls happily from Derek to Hotch. He doesn't hesitate.

"Poo!!"

"Yes, buddy. Let's go try out the pool."

Derek is even staring. He can't help it. The sight isn't new to him, Hotch and Haley had a pool at their house and he was no stranger to disarming the alarm and hopping their fence late at night when his nightmares wouldn't quit and taking full advantage of the water. Most of the time he would find Hotch already in the same place, floating away from crime scene photos that whispered in his ear when the night stretched out a little too long. Got a little too dark.

But this sight, he's realizing now, has belonged to him so long he's not sure how to share it. Or even if he wants to. He wants to protect it. Like their eyes will wound him. He knows damn well that's stupid; Hotch isn't even that bothered by it anymore, it's just a comfort thing for him...he doesn't like to be cold. He likes layers.

All eyes are on Hotch and Hank as they take the steps down into the shallow end of the pool one at a time. The crystalline water laps at his ankles, his calves, his knees, and he hisses when the cold meets his waist and everything below. The shock of it takes his breath away. Hank giggles when the cold water tickles his toes and he tightens his grip around Hotch's neck.

“It's okay,” Hotch whispers against his ear. “I've got you.”

He bends his knees and lowers them down into the water until Hank is up to his knees and trying to scale him to get away from it. “You're choking me, bud,” Hotch laughs, trying to pry little fingers from his neck.

It doesn't take much thought before Derek takes his shirt off. If Hotch can do it, so can he. That was the idea, right? All eyes on Hotch, a distraction. He appreciates the gesture. Derek dives into the deep end and swims like a shark, stealthy under the water all the way to his son and Hotch teasing the water with baby toes. He surfaces, water pouring over his head and down his shoulders and he grins, drenched and happy. Hank claps.

"Den! Den!"

"Again?! What do you think I am?" Derek asks, but he obliges. Dripping wet, he hops out and repeats the stunt two, three, four more times until he's winded.

“Want me to take him?” he asks, standing close to catch his breath.

“Not a chance. He's keeping me warm,” Hotch insists with a smirk. “I was told the water was nice. These people are all liars.”

“I coulda told you that,” Derek says, wrapping his arms around both of them. He's sunny and warm, already mostly dry, and he can't believe that even in the afternoon sun Hotch's skin feels chilled. The man's circulatory system is a joke.

Now everyone is staring, but they're not staring at scars. “You two wanna let us in on whatever this is?” Emily asks, stretching out like a cat on top of her pink floatie and extending her arm to the edge of the pool, silently asking whoever is near for a refill. Rossi takes the bait gladly and gives her a heavy pour of something blushy, ice cold and sparkly. Her drink matches her floatie.

Hotch glances at her, and then at everyone else, and smiles. It's easier now, he's finding, when he doesn't have anything to lose. No job to protect, no secrets, no lies. In the morning they'll fly to Venezuela and spend a week exploring with Savannah during her break, and then they'll go back to their life in their house and their jobs in Chicago. Some of these people watching the standoff will return to their own BAU-free lives, and the rest will report to Emily bright and early Monday morning.

What he is surprised to find, in that moment, is that it all adds up to one simple fact: he has nothing to hide. No reason to hide.

But he can have some fun.

“If we have to explain this to a group of profilers, you may want to re-evaluate your team, Agent Prentiss.” He says it softly, not a trace of Agent Hotchner and his biting tone anywhere in it. And the smile actually reaches his eyes. She can't help but laugh at the rebuff.

“Touche.”

They swim until nightfall. Well, most of them do. Hotch's grand gesture to make Derek feel more at ease was short lived, his skin was flooded with goosebumps the minute Penelope and JJ took warm little Hank from his arms and he had to get out, get his shirt back on and hide beneath a sun-baked towel. He might come away with a sunburn but better that than freeze to death in summer.

Exhausted from the excitement of swimming and playing lawn games with the other kids, Hank passes out on Hotch's chest sprawled out like a starfish, leaving a puddle of drool that drenches his entire side. Derek plays pool games well into the evening with JJ and Will and Luke while Emily and Penelope float and drink. In the shade, Reid and Alex are playing a card game while Rossi and Luke trade stories. There are more people everywhere, some Hotch knows well and others he only recognizes, but it feels like a family. Some of them see each other every day, others pop in and out for special occasions, but they're all welcome.

“Thanks for inviting us, Rossi,” Derek says, shutting the car door on two sleeping boys and Hotch who looks about ready to join them. He's already spent the last couple of hours napping on a lawn chair. “Sorry we can't stay any later, our flight leaves early tomorrow.”

“Thank you for coming,” Rossi replies, hugging Derek for the third or fourth time that day. Harder this time. He smells like wine and is crying again. “You two...” he starts, allowing for the tears to have their places. “Don't be strangers.”

“Yeah. We won't. Thanks for bringing us back.”

[spooderman04]

Forewarning: this reeks of 2012 avengers fan fiction but just roll with it alright

Also it’s not a coherent thought but that’s besides the point

So you remember 5+1? Yep your right here’s another one

5 times Tony surprised the avengers with languages, and one time …

1. Tony can speak Russian.

2. Tony knows ASL

3. Tony speaks Dora

4. Tony knows Arabic (idk some kidnapping language

5. Tony speaks Italian (idek)

+1. I have no idea please repost and help me figure out

1. Tony walks into kitchen ethier early in morning or late at night. Nat is also there. Nat is venting in Russian. Include self doubt or background reference. Maybe both. Tony walks in purposely making his footsteps heavy so he doesn't get a knife to the skull, and responds in Russian. Nat is obviously surprised and they talk. Or not. They could just watch a movie and never speak of it again idk.

2. Clint tries to hide the fact he's deaf so they don't see him differently. Yes, Nat knows. She always knows. Clint had it taken out of his shield file a long time ago. He can lip-read and has basically invisible hearing aids. An emp takes out Clint's hearing aids during some small fight or something. Clint doesn't have a spare and has to last through briefing and life at the tower until they can give him a new pair in the morning. He just wants a bagel in silence and runs into the team in the kitchen cuz Tony never sleeps, Steve, Nat, and Bruce get up at the buttcrack of dawn, and Thor just likes poptarts. But anyways the team finds out, Clint's tired and can't lipread 6 people at once. And Tony kinda emerges from the shadows like finally I have some hearing aid designs I want you to try out… but in ASL. Nat also knows ASL. Cuz why the freak not. And Clint's kinda like, what? how did you know, and how do you know ASL?? (In ASL btw, just to confuse Steve) and Tony kinda shrugs it off and says he hacked shield remember (but Clint knows better. He knows he's just as observant as him and was probably just waiting for Clint to willingly tell the team (yes he's made 7 prototypes already)) and Clint kinda drops that one in favor of asking where he knew ASL from. Tony says the original Jarvis taught him some, and learned everything after hiring a deaf employee. Or maybe he learned it after he found out about Clint. Nat respects him for respecting Clint. She talks to Fury about changing her recommendation.

3 ok so basically after Afghanistan Tony learned as many languages as he could, especially the less common ones typically used but potential kidnappers. So he learns Dora (similar to the wakandan language) uhhh idk team goes to wakanda for some reason, maybe Bucky, Bucky's a good option. anywaysss. idk someone talks in wakandan, maybe like the guards or other people walking around, maybe okoye to techalla or shuri. He ends up in shuris lab cuz they're science nerds do you expect otherwise. And shuri kinda just says ethier smarter than he looks or another white boy for me to fix. If it's the latter Tony can respond with and a nerdy teenager in need of a father figure for me to adopt. Or something like that whie in wakandan and he gets a shocked look and a smile before shuri says “a competent white boy for me to fix”

4. Team gets kidnapped. Kidnappers speak some wierd language not even natasha knows, and clint dosnt even know how to ask “can i pet your dog” in said language, and the kidnappers think no one knows what theyre saying because everyone just looks confused as all get out, or drugged out of their minds ie. bruce and thor, and once they spill a location or the evil plan or somthing tony can use he responds in this random language no one knows, the kidnapperslook shocked, and a few seconds later a suit breaks in with shield on its tail rescuing them. Yeah i know not as funny but im tired okay

5. Yeah the rest idk what to do with

If u got ideas add em cuz I'm bored and don't know where to go😂

5. ??? I need help guys

If u got ideas add em cuz I'm bored and don't know where to go😂

[naoa-ao3]

Morning Has Broken: Chapter 1

A cursed artifact reduces Natasha to a six year old and while the Avengers struggle to take care of a child she struggles to learn how to be an ordinary girl.

Deagging fic originally written in 2015.

It was a complete accident. A simple miscalculation and a cursed object. Natasha and Thor had gone to investigate a museum piece that had been found glowing at night. After looking at a brochure Thor had declared that it was Asgardian and should be removed from the museum a all costs.

"The Enchantress's work I would wager." He said knowingly as he and Natasha met the museum staff. "Enchanted and dropped to Midgard. Her intent was to cause trouble no doubt."

Natasha carefully placed the object into a box and closed the lid. "Do you know what it does?" She asked.

"Nay but I am sure it can be nothing good." He said.

They returned to Avengers Tower to lock the object away but as they reached the elevator Natasha noticed the box growing hot. She carefully lifted the lid and saw that the object inside was glowing. "Thor, the relic is-" And with a sudden chill she noticed that the glow was spreading to her fingers. She quickly dropped the box but it was too late. An eeiry green glow was spreading up her wrists.

Thor snapped the box shut with his foot and turned to see her now almost completely engulfed in the glow. Trapped inside the elevator he pushed for a stop button and quickly opened the door. "We must get you out of here!" He said, worry over taking him. He had no idea what the enchantress's spell would do and from the glow it had completely overtaken Natasha. She looked up at him wide eyed but he knew better than to touch her. Suddenly she began to shrink and she looked at him in horror as he grew taller and she became smaller until she was only a few feet high and she collapsed.

The glow vanished and Thor was left with a miniature version of his team mate. She could not have been more than a few years old. With the green glow gone he scooped her up and carried her carefully up the stairs to the med lab and asked JARVIS urgently to alert the others.

Bruce was the first to arrive and quickly stopped, eyes wide. "What happened?" He asked.

Thor pointed to the box on the counter. "Twas an enchanted object. She touched it and it changed her."

"Natsha?"

Thor looked down at the girl, now wrapped in a blanket. "Indeed. I was unable to prevent it."

Bruce began quickly checking the girl's pulse, heart beat and temperature. "No fever, no arrhythmia. She's not in any immediate danger. Not that I can tell anyway." They looked at each other seriously.

"I will take the item to Asguard as soon as she awakens." Thor said, looking down. Natasha was lying with her mouth slightly open and her hair haloing her head. "Perhaps there I can find some answers to it's nature."

Bruce put his hands in his pockets and sat back. "Please do. In the mean time I'll contact anyone who might be able to fix this situation."

Thor took a seat. "I will wait here until she awakes. She may be scared when she does."

Bruce nodded and it was then that Natasha stirred. She winced slightly and made a small noise. Both men stiffened and waited. Her eyes opened and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before looking around at them. She said something in Russian and sat up. Both Bruce and Thor looked at each other, neither one speaking Russian.

She wrapped the blanket around herself like a towel and spoke again. When they did nothing she narrowed her eyes and tried one more time.

"Do you speak English?" Bruce asked hesitantly.

She fixed her attention on him and nodded. "I speak English." She said, her voice wavering with a strong accent.

"Can you tell me your name?"

She stared at him. "You are American."

"I am."

She looked at Thor who crossed his arms. "Do you recognize us?"

She shook her head. "Where am I?"

Bruce hesitated Worried about how she would react. "Can you tell me your name."

"Natalia Romanova."

"Natalia, my name is Bruce Banner. This is Thor. You are in New York City."

Her eyes grew wide. "How did I get here?"

He frowned. "You were in an accident."

Her eyebrows came together in worry. "Was I hurt?"

"No but for a while you're going to have to stay here with us."

She stayed quiet for a moment and then nodded. "I will be well behaved."

Bruce smiled a little. "We wouldn't expect anything else from you. Would you like to come up and watch television?"

She wrinkled her brow a little. "Television?"

"Yeah, whatever you want to watch."

She looked at him curiously and nodded, clutching the blanket to her as he lead her out of the room. "What will be on the television?"

He looked down at her. "Um, I don't know."

He set her up in the living room with a kids program but she didn't watch it. "This is for children. Not for me." She said solemnly.

He glanced at Thor and switched to a nature documentary. "Educational better?" She nodded and fixed her gaze on the screen.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to go and call someone." He said, nodding at Thor.

Out in the hall Bruce pulled out his cellphone and dialed Steve.

"Hello?"

"Steve, there's been an accident. Natasha was caught up in a kind of curse. She's been turned into a child. I need you back here as soon as possible."

There was a pause on the other end as Steve tried to process the information. "U-Um, is she alright?"

"Well, she's healthy yes but no I wouldn't say she's alright. She's watching television currently. Wouldn't watch a kids' show, I had to put on a nature documentary."

"But she's not hurt or anything?"

"No. I checked everything. She's fine physically but she's also a little girl and I'm not sure I would call that fine."

"I'll head back as soon as I can. I'm almost done here anyway."

"Alright, Thanks."

Bruce glanced back into the room where Thor and Natasha both sat watching the television. She was sitting stiffly, her back straight and her attention fixed on the screen.

He took a deep breath ans stepped back into the room. "Natasha?"

She looked up. "My name is Natalia."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Please don't be offended if I call you Natasha. It's just a slip up."

She looked at him with wide, intelligent eyes before nodding. "You may call me that."

He smiled a little. "Natalia, you're going to be staying here for a while. Will you be okay with that?"

"I am not ready to start a mission." She said.

"This isn't a mission. . . this is. . . this is a reward for good behavior."

She cocked her head and he saw suddenly that she looked proud. "I am being rewarded?"

"Um. . . yes. Would you like anything to eat?" He didn't want her to think too much on it.

She gave him a considering look and nodded.

He went and grabbed her an apple, the first thing he could find on short notice. She thanked him and sat quietly while she ate.

"Natasha, A few of my friends live here and are going to be back soon, I don't want to alarm you."

She nodded quietly and chewed her apple.

"How old are you?" Bruce asked curiously.

"I am six." She said.

"Ah, you seem very grown up for your age."

She paused and again he thought he saw pride cross her face. Perhaps she knew how impressive she was.

Bruce stepped back out and made another phone call. This time he dialed Clint. "Hey, I know you're on your way back to the tower. Do you think you could run to the store before you get here?"

Clint groaned on the other end. "Yeah, what do you need?"

"Clothes that would fit a six year old girl."

"You wanna tell me something?" Clint asked jokingly.

"There was an accident. Natasha was involved."

There came a pause. "What do you mean."

And Bruce recounted the whole story from start to finish. "And that's why I need you to get the clothes."

"Oh my God. Natasha is a kid?" Clint panicked.

"Look, calm down. Everything is stable on this end. She's watching TV but she's also wearing a blanket so we need clothes."

Clint got a hold of himself. "Okay. Okay. I can do it. Um, anything you think she'd like?"

There was a pause. "I have no idea. She's. . . she's not normal." He winced. "I don't quite mean that. It's just that she's not exactly a normal little girl."

Clint stayed quiet on the line. "I think I know what you mean. She's not really open with me but she's let some things slip." He smiled a little. "Well not slip, she's not clumsy like that. She told me what she wanted me to know."

Bruce nodded, feeling that he understood at least a little. "Alright. Well, whatever you think would be best."

Clint hung up and he was left with his predicament. He headed to the kitchen to get her something more to eat. He grabbed another apple and looked around for something a child would like. Then he thought maybe that she wouldn't want the same things regular children would and so he gave her the apple with a peanut butter sandwich. She thanked him and ate them neatly. He glanced at Thor who's eyebrows were wrinkled with worry.

Bruce glanced down at the girl who sat looking at the television with interest. He glanced at the screen. It was a documentary on polar bears. She was watching with interest as the bear on the screen went about it's day. "Natasha, I've got a friend coming by who's going to bring you some clothes. I hope you'll like what he picks but please don't hold it against him if you don't. He has no idea what you'd like."

She glanced up at him but didn't speak. If anything she looked a little annoyed to have been distracted from her program. He thought that might be a good thing because everything else she'd done so far had been clinical and unnervingly well mannered.

Natasha continued to eat silently. He left her alone to watch her show and motioned Thor out into the hallway. "I'm going to go and get a room ready for her. Can you watch her a little longer?"

"Of course." Thor said. "I am rather fond of children."

Bruce smiled a little. "Alright. I'll be back as fast as I can." He headed off towards the nearest spare room and looked it over for anything he thought needed tidying up or removal. He checked the bathroom and made sure there were towels and shampoo and then when he thought things were neat enough and everything was as it should be he headed back to the living room.

Once there he sat quietly watching Natasha and waiting for the others to arrive back. He was sure by now Steve had told Tony and everyone knew. He wondered if they should alert SHIELD but thought that maybe it would be best if they waited.

[they-lived]

It’s a crime she never got a dedicated post 🌻

Yuri shows his love through the language of his people - food.

On Vyshyvanka day especially 💙💛

[nahpkmp]

Silly silly animation teehee

[yamujiburo]

SPY x FAMILY x TEAM ROCKET

[middymod]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gamora/Peter Quill, Guardians of the Galaxy Team - Relationship, Gamora & Peter Quill & Rocket Raccoon & Mantis & Drax the Destroyer & Groot & Kraglin Obfonteri Characters: Gamora (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Peter Quill, Mantis (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Rocket Raccoon, Kraglin Obfonteri, The Tailor (Guardians of the Galaxy) Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Sick Character, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Silly, Post-Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, Pre-Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Team as Family Summary:

When Peter Quill is afflicted with the human flu, the fear of losing another friend looms over the Guardians. When they learn of a primitive cure, they will stop at nothing to get their hands on it and save their unofficial captain.

[i-got-hit-by-a-planet]

so now there are cousins. alright

[pepirfecin]

Team dark being normal

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1132

Give me characters who will move heaven and earth to ensure the whumpee is found, rescued, and receiving the best medical care available to them.

[veelilee]

the way is not always perfect there are many difficulties but we're going to keep moving forward

this is not the end, there is still hope, rwby will find a new home and crwby will continue the story 🤍

+ not gif version

[spiderzlover]

Did someone say Family..

[coolade]

Tf2 Family Guy Death Pose for your everyday needs

BLU version here

[lenny-link]

HeavyMedic meet EngieSpy family :]