#tell nat she was right... [PUKES BLOOD]

[pzychojinx]

nobody will get this except transfemme travis martinez truthers but listen. listen. travnat i saw the tv glow au.

[bloodsalted]

defeated shoulders slouch underneath the weight of a crushing guilt that's been building since the drive here. since they found her and he took off alone to see her face to face. it's a tightening of his throat that only increased every day that he's been back to the point where he feels like he can't breathe. a sickening of his stomach and he damn near feels himself gag (or dry heave.. both?) when he realizes that he's the one that did this to her. he's the one that made her stalk towards her phone to verify that he's not some fucking monster here to stir some shit up that's gonna end in a bloodbath with him on the receiving end. he can hear bobby's voice. sam's. all the messages are a distant, lightly faded mumble of tones he recognizes in the otherwise silent room. brushing over his mouth with the back of his hand is all he's got to keep himself from puking out of nerves. and that heaviness dragging him further and further down til it's its own gravitational mass.

observant eyes slide his apprehensive, round gaze towards the knife. they watch as she presses her thumb against it. he doesn't stop her. he's been there. but he will if it's more than that. swallowing thick--he readies himself when the phone's slid shut. awaits any outburst he knows she deserves to have. believe it or not? the phone whizzes by his head--he's so damn unsettled that where he might've caught it when he saw her rear back to throw the damn thing at him--went right past his skull. literally. an inch or two closer and he could've pressed a few buttons with the teeth it woulda knocked out. deserved. he would've deserved the missing front teeth.

dean goes to shake his head. he didn't lie to her. HE STOPS. cause he's not an idiot. but!! that's not what keeping his mouth shut was! why drag her down with him? he'd already involved enough people. put them through hell knowing that he was on his way there. what the hell would he have her spending the last days they had together in some sorta agony over losing him cause he was running out of time. round eyes soften at their corners and start to glisten as his vision of her tears starts to blur with his own.

"m'sorry, nat. i---i didn't," and there comes a lighter! that one does nail him in the forehead before plunking to the floor. he burrows his brows and looks down then meets her eyes again. every inch of his bones and blood and marrow ache to go to her. pull her in. tell her he's here and that he didn't want her swallowed up in the panic. she deserved better. they deserved better than last second running from a clock that wasn't beatable. trembling fingers hang from a palm that jerks up and digs at the hollows of his eyes. they're red. his skin's damp.

"i just wanted to see you again.. before---we fought so hard and i was..," words are strung together so piece by piece that he knows the puzzle's beyond fucked. "i was so tired of being scared--" teeth bite into his bottom lip. "that's the last thing i wanted for both of us. spend what time we had trying to run. trying to keep doing what sam and i'd been doin' for a year. all i wanted was to see you. be with you. not the way i'd been but the way i wanted to be.. none of this makes sense. i'm just.. i'm so damn sorry..." dean doesn't realizes how much he's crying til he feels the chill against his cheeks. makes him suck in a breath and swipe at his eyes--he doesn't deserve pity or understanding.

"nat.. please? don't hate me for that..?" he gets it if she does. won't blame her. but, christ!! that's the last thing he wants.

despite the distance between them, the motel room feels entirely too small, and it feels smaller and smaller by the second. she blinks rapidly, trying to remember if she'd been on a hunt. trying to remember if she'd woken up that morning. could this be another djin hallucination? the ringing slowly subsides, and she registers his apology. she hears the way his voice breaks—— all but begs her to understand. understand what exactly she doesn’t know. nor does she want to know because he has no right to insinuate, let alone ask, such a thing.

blinking back tears, natasha absentmindedly runs her thumb along the knife's sharp edge as she moves to the nightstand and picks up her phone. she listens to one voicemail and then the next. listens to bobby, jo and sam all tell her similar things: dean is alive, all bases have been covered, it really is him, they miss her, she should answer her damn phone. somewhere between the third and fourth voicemail, she looks over at dean and his wide, pleading eyes. he's alive, the thought crosses her mind a second before tears spill down her face all on their own. a silent shoulder jerking sob follow suit. she muffles it into the back of her hand as fingers close tighter around her cell phone that she manages to flip shut. he can't see her like this: at her lowest, at her most vulnerable.

natasha does her very best to swallow back the tears. she tells herself to stop crying. repeats to herself that he can't see her like this—— that he doesn't deserve to know just how messed up she was over losing him. she repeats these words over and over as her thumb presses into the knife's sharp edge and moves backward just a fraction. just a twitch. but that's all it takes for the biting sting of splitting skin to scream at her. it gives her a moment to focus her thoughts, to push back the sadness that makes way for the realization that this isn't a hallucination. the knife falls to the floor with a thud as she shakes her head and sniffles, ignoring the pooling crimson on her thumb in favor of wiping her face and nose. she inhales a series of shaky breaths and swallows the painful lump in her throat.

"you lied to me." the words are almost a whisper. she clears her throat and tries again. this time, there's a raw edge to her tone akin to the sting of a fresh wound. "i asked you for months if you were okay... and you fucking lied to my face!" natasha screams, throwing her phone at him as if to further emphasize her final words.

"you could have told me at that motel but you didn't! you let me leave!” the raw wavering edge to her voice slowly starts to ease, making room for the terrible temper of hers. she walks over to the dresser, and with trembling hands, attempts to light the cigarette she plucked out of the box but all the lighter does is sputter. it's dead, and it only serves to feed her anger. the cigarette falls to the floor and without a second thought, she throws the lighter at dean.

"you are fucking bastard for making that conversation be the last memory i had of you!"

[lyak12]

No need to pretend

Natasha Romanoff x FemReader!

Summary: You're on your period and try to keep from Nat how bad it's is but she looks right through you and takes care of you

Word count: 1.2k

Genre: fluff (just one little argument🙈)

Warnings: period talk, mentions of blood and puking, pain? Idk let me know if you find anything else I should add

A/N: Okay so this is my first ever fic I post so please cut me some slack🙈 I wanna write a lot more in the future so if you have any requests/ ideas for a Nat/Scarlett × reader story let me know:)

Also I'd love any kind of criticism or feedback!

not my GIF.

You loved her.

You really did.

You enjoyed every second you got to spend together.

But right now you wished for nothing more than Nat being called to an emergency mission or something.

You were on your period and it hit you hard like every month. Natasha and you have been together for just over four months now and until this time Nat has always been on a mission while you were on your period. Honestly you weren’t too mad about it because you didn’t want to appear weak in front of your girlfriend. I mean, you dated Natasha freaking Romanoff, the black widow. She’s the strongest woman you knew, you weren’t too bad yourself but your period always hit you hard. Nat didn’t know and she didn’t have to.

You tried to play it off and act like nothing is seriously wrong. You knew that you couldn’t keep it from her completely but you could down play it a lot, so that is what you did. And honestly you weren’t doing too bad at it either. You continue to train with her eventhough your body screams for you to chill, the cramps wrecking through your body. You try new foods with her eventhough most smells and tastes made you nauseous as hell. But you were hanging in there, at least for now.

Nat of course notices, she’s a trained spy after all, and checks on you a few times but you always brush it off, telling her you're okay while you try your hardest to stand on your feet and keep the food down. Therefore Natasha doesn’t think too much about your behavior. It is her first time witnessing you having your period.

That all worked out well until it didn’t.

After two days of pretending you can feel your body betraying you, you can’t keep it up. As you woke up that morning you could already feel it. Your immense cramps made it hard to even walk to the kitchen where Nat waited for you already. "Good morning detka, did you sleep well?", she asked softly, having let you sleep in a little while she finished her morning workout already. You smiled and nodded and asked "How was your workout? Good?". Just then Wanda walked into the kitchen and could only smile sadly you. She could feel how bad you were doing and how hard you were trying to cover up. You gave her a small smile while Nat answered to your question.

You were struggling your way through breakfast, Nat´s hand softly rubbing your thigh. She can probably sense your discomfort. You managed half of the plate before your body signaled you that it had enough of pretending, sending you running to the bathroom puking up your breakfast again.

Nat followed shortly after you, holding your hair back and rubbing your back. Once you were done you knew pretending was a thing of the past. You leaned back and cuddled into her side, in desperate need of comfort. You were good at suppressing your emotions but after two whole day, you just broke down in pain and discomfort. Nat is shocked as she heard you crying into her chest and said soothingly "Hey Baby, Shhh. It’s okay, detka. Did you eat something wrong or did you come down with something?". She was feeling fine so it couldn’t be the food. "No, it’s from my period", you mumbled into her chest and she looked down at you shocked. "All of this just because of your period?", she asked unbelievingly. She didnt mean to sound so rude but it was just hard for her to believe that your period could make you feel so miserable, especially since she didnt have a period herself thanks to the red room.

Maybe it were the hormones cruising through your blood but that was the worst thing she could’ve said. Something in you just snapped. "Yes Natasha, all of this because of my period. I know you don’t have a period but it’s not just bleeding. It’s also cramps, nausea, headaches and much more. Sorry that I can’t just turn off my body", you snapped irritated, too exhausted and in pain to care. Cramps were still wrecking through your body as you curled up on the floor, still a little mad at Nat but also in need of the comfort she could provide.

Natasha was taken back a little by your sudden outburst. However she quickly understands in how much pain you are and how bad your period is. Like you said she couldn’t compare it to herself and she felt bad for thinking you were exaggerating. "I’m sorry detka, I didn't mean to sound so rude. Come here Y/N", she said and wrapped her arms around your small frame.

You cuddle into her immediately, silently accepting her apology and longing for her comfort. She gently lifts you in her arms, your head buried into her neck as she carried you to your shared bedroom and gently laid you down in bed. Squatted down in front of your head she ran her fingers through your hair and asked "What do you need, detka? I’m new to all this, I’m sorry I reacted that way". "No, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I know you’re new to all this and I tried to pretend it wasn’t that bad. I just didn't want to seem weak in front of you", you mumbled softly, slightly embarrassed now but Nat just made you look at her and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Listen, detka. I will never think you’re weak. And never feel the need to pretend you're okay when your not again okay? Now what can I get for you?", she said honestly and you just nodded smiling softly.

You started to think about what you could ask from her, not wanting to ask to much but Nat could see right through you. "Baby, don’t hold back, what do you want? Nothing is too much, except maybe killing someone", she said and you just start laughing loudly. Her favorite sound filling her ears causing her to smile as well. "Okay, I want chips and tea. A hot water bottle and loots of cuddles". "I think that’s something I can provide", she said smiling softly and kissed your forehead again before saying "I’ll be right back, detka".

After bringing you the hot water bottle she told you to rest a little until she comes back. Making a quick trip to the store she bought everything you asked for and also finds a small dragon plushie she brings as well.

Coming back with a steaming cup of tea and everything she bought, you wake up from your little doze. She laid out all the snacks on the bed, handed you your tea and also gives you the little plushie which you accept warmly. "Thank you Tasha. He’s so cute", you said smiling brightly almost teary eyed. Nat cuddled up in bed next to you and puts on a show before pulling you close, softly massaging you belly under the hot water bottle. "Always baby. You never have to pretend in front of me. Nothing you do will make me think you’re weak. I love you, detka".

"I love you too, Natty. Thank you".

[peachbear88]

Fight For It: Not Just a Pretty Face

Summary: Everything was fine and dandy between Wanda and Natasha until you joined. What measures will the two go to to have you for their own? Part 2 of the series.

Series Warnings: Angst, fluff.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader/Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.342k

-=+=-

"Y/N? Y/N! Where are you?" Natasha frantically searches the bunker. It's an absolute shit show in there, papers all over the floor, TV's flipped, lying face down on the ground and a sickeningly red color painting the walls.

Wanda bursts into the room, her eyes jumping all around.

"Oh god. Is that-" She claps a hand to her mouth as if to stop herself from puking.

"No, it's not blood. At least I don't think so," Natasha responds offhandedly, still scanning the room for clues.

"Where is she?" Wanda demands, storming over to Natasha.

"I don't know.

"Where. Is. She?" Wanda screams, grabbing Nat.

Big mistake.

Nat calmly grabs Wanda's left wrist, twisting it. Wanda screams in pain. A leg sweeps her own out from under her and she lands on the concrete floor with a painful thud.

"I told you, I don't know."

"Even if you did, you wouldn't tell me." Wanda mutters under her breath as she picks herself up off the floor, gingerly rolling her wrist. Natasha whirls around.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She takes a step towards the brunette. Surprisingly, Wanda holds her ground, matching the redhead with a terrifying glare of her own.

"You know what I mean. You wish to be her knight in shining armor. Swoop her off her feet as the Americans like to say," Wanda growls, circling around Natasha in an aggressive stance, her fingertips glowing red.

"I wish for no such thing. I just want her back safe and sound," Natasha replies coolly, watching as the younger girl eyes her warily.

"Sure. Safe and sound in your arms." Wanda snorts.

"I won't deny, I have my personal reasons for rescuing her," Natasha admits, "but that doesn't make this rescue mission any less professional. If we want to get her back, the only way we can do that is if we work together. So if you could stop passively aggressively attacking me every chance you get, that'd be great."

That shuts Wanda up.

"Fine." She agrees reluctantly and Natasha lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Let's get back to the team. I've got a clue." She spins on her heel. exiting the room sharply.

"Wait what? When did we do that?"

"We didn't do that. I did. Found it while you were distracted by your impressively lame monologue."

"Hey! What happened to working together!" Wanda exclaims, jogging to catch up to the redhead.

"Only applies to you. Now let me get my fun in." Wanda smiles to herself briefly as they exit the ancient castle that had been turned into a HYDRA base. This was what life was like before. Before you came along. The two of them, exchanging lighthearted banter, together, inseparable.

She shakes those thoughts from her head, forcing the memories back down. Now was not that time for nostalgia. They had to find you and fast.

-=+=-

"You've grown to be quite the pretty thing haven't you?" A gruff voice sneers, rough fingers gripping your chin harshly. You bite at his fingers aggressively, catching his pinky. He cries out in pain. "Get off you crazy bitch!"

He rips his hand from your mouth, delivering a slap to your face which has your mind reeling.

"Stupid bitch." He mutters, cradling his finger with his other hand. You spit at his feet, a drop of blood mixing with the spit. He surges forward, kicking you in the stomach which sends your chair crashing to the ground. "Not so tough when a man puts you in your place huh?" Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he exits the room, slamming the door behind him.

Gingerly, you feel your abdomen through the loosely tied ropes, wincing as you touch your ribs. Definitely broken.

Where was the team?

-=+=-

"This is how we're going to find Y/N."

Tony examines the tiny pebble dramatically.

"You're joking."

"I'm not. I took it to a friend, a geologist to be exact and he ran some scans. This rock is from Italy. More specifically, Rome." Wanda perks up.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go!" She cries desperately but Steve grabs her arm.

"Not so fast. Even if we know where she is, we can't just bust in there with nothing. That'll get us killed."

"Waiting will get Y/N killed." Wanda growls, slamming her fist on the table. Natasha places a calming hand on her shoulder.

"We're not leaving this room without a plan." Steve retorts, his eyes boring straight into Wanda's, daring her to make a move.

"Ugh!" She groans, throwing her hands in the air and storming out of the room.

Nat slides down in her chair, a hand draped over her eyes. A reassuring hand squeezes her arm.

"Don't worry. She'll understand eventually."

-=+=-

Wanda silently creeps through the dark hallways of the compound, her body illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the massive window of the living room.

The lights flick on and she stops in her tracks, like a burglar caught breaking into a home.

"You can't do this." Natasha steps forward into the light.

"I'm going no matter what. Even if it means I'll have to fight all 3 of you." She gestures to Bruce and Clint who also emerge from the shadows.

"Who said anything about stopping you?" Wanda's posture relaxes but her hands are still tense, ready to throw any one of them out the window at moment's notice. "We're not going to let you go and snatch all the glory now are we?" She smirks, tossing Wanda a parachute. "Come on. We're going to have to hit the ground running."

-=+=-

"When you said we had to hit the ground running, this wasn't what I had in mind," Bruce gulps, nervously wringing his hands.

"Scared of heights Banner?" Clint teases, an underlying tone of reassurance in his question. Bruce nods vigorously. Clint pats him on the back sympathetically. "Well, too bad." Banner's eyes widen as Clint pushes him out of the plane, watching to make sure his chute deploys.

"You didn't have to push him," Nat nudges Clint playfully. He scoffs.

"As if. He wouldn't have jumped if I didn't." He salutes to Natasha before jumping out of the plane, whooping as he goes.

A parachute smacks Natasha in the face as she fumbles to catch it.

"Wait, where are you going? You need the chute to land." Wanda smirks, waving her hand in front of her.

"Do I?" She leaps out of the plane, gentle red mist wrapping around her and guiding her downwards.

"Showoff." Natasha mutters, checking the straps of her pack before leaping from the plane.

-=+=-

Bullets rake the sides of the wooden crates, sending wood chips everywhere. Clint fires an arrow, sending a gunman down as he writhes around on the floor, electricity wracking his body.

"Where's Y/N?" Natasha yells over the roars of Bruce AKA Big Green.

"She should be on the 2nd floor, 4th hallway to the right," Clint answers, swiftly reloading his bow.

"I'm on my way," Wanda sprints past the Russian assassin, leaving her in the dust.

"Jesus," Natasha mutters, pulling her gun from her holster before running down the hallway after the young witch.

-=+=-

"I suggest you put your hands up before I blow her pretty head off," a deep voice echoes. Wanda watches as he places the barrel of the shotgun against your skull. You don't react, you eyes half closed.

She slowly raises her hands, watching as he smirks and signals for his henchman to grab Wanda.

A bullet pierces his skull and a second embeds itself in his friend's head before the first man hits the ground. Wanda whirls around to find Natasha, gun still smoking.

"You just couldn't wait," Natasha chides, nudging the dead man before hurrying to untie you.

Wanda doesn't respond, instead opting to cradle your broken face in her hands.

"Y/N? Y/N. Can you hear me?" One of your eyes opens, just barely and you mutter something, so faint that they almost miss it.

"Traitor."

-=+=-

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[iamwhoami]

You Found Me (Chicago PD)

Chicago PD

Hailey Upton knows that her job is dangerous but never did she think that it could become dangerous for her girlfriend Y/N. Or at least she never hoped it would.

Warnings: Blood...kidnapping, all that jazz

Requested = Yes

The request asked for this to be long but I'm not exactly sure what constitutes as long so I'm just going to drag this on until I can't.

Obviously, you knew what Hailey's job was. You knew it was dangerous but the risk of Hailey's wellbeing and constantly having to worry about her when she went to work was easily outweighed by the pros of dating her.

It was Hailey Upton after all.

"Be safe okay," You whispered before pecking Hailey on her cheek on her way out.

"You too," Hailey replied and you chuckled.

"Please, I'm a doctor, what's the worst that could happen," You smiled.

Hailey raised an eyebrow, "Don't jinx yourself."

You only shook your head in response, giving Hailey another kiss on the lips on her way out the door.

"I love you," You called and grinned as you leaned your head against the frame of the door, watching Hailey walk down the hall.

~~~

"Y/N, there's a patient in four waiting," Maggie told you the moment you walked into the ED.

"I'll be there in a moment," You replied as you fumbled through your bag, "I think I left my hospital ID in my car."

Maggie only shot you a look, "Be quick about it."

You had all intentions of being quick. It was a trip to the car, a grab from the glove department, a trip back to the ED.

That was it.

Or at least, that was all that it was supposed to be.

You felt something was wrong the moment you stepped foot out of the ED but you told yourself that you were just being paranoid. Hailey tried to keep her work as separate as possible from you but that didn't mean that you were completely oblivious to some of her cases.

You told yourself that the gruesome details of Hailey's cases were just playing with your mind and kept walking.

You should have trusted your instincts though. You should have listened to the tiny voice in your head (the one that sounded a lot like Hailey) and just turned around and head back to the

But you didn't, and you were going to regret it.

The last thing you remembered was reaching in through the passenger door to open the glove box when you felt a heavy blow to the back of your head.

Then nothing.

~~~

Maggie furrowed her eyebrows when the patient that you were supposed to be seeing complained about how long she had been waiting for a doctor.

"Hey...Nat," Maggie handed the tablet over, "Y/N was supposed to cover this one once she got her ID but the patient's still waiting. You haven't seen her have you?"

Natalie shook her head, "No, I haven't. Sorry..."

Maggie only nodded while Dr. Manning went into the room. Something wasn't right. You weren't one to just completely forget about a patient. If anything, you were the opposite.

Slightly worried, Maggie decided to check where you usually parked the car. Leaving Doris in charge of the ED for the few minutes that she would be gone, Maggie hurried out to the parking lot.

She was confused when she saw that your parking space was empty. You always parked there. Everyone at the hospital knew that it was your spot.

Completely bewildered, Maggie walked closer to the parking spot, her eyes going wide when she saw something on the pavement.

Blood.

~~~

You groaned as you slowly came back to consciousness. Your head hurt like hell but when you tried to reach up to touch it, you realized that your wrists were actually bound together.

As your vision cleared, you noticed just how dark your surroundings were and immediately jumped to the conclusion that you were in a warehouse.

Sure, you totally could have been somewhere else but it seemed like all of the victims who were held captive in Hailey's cases were kept in a warehouse sort of building.

You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite the dire circumstances. Someone would have noticed that you didn't return to the hospital and the police would find you soon.

And if it was Hailey and Intelligence looking for you, then you would be back in Hailey's arms in no time.

That's what you kept telling yourself.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could begin to make out details of your captivity.

Your hands were bound behind your back but your ankles weren't tied whatsoever. You knew better than to struggle against your restraints but you couldn't help but try anyways, sighing when you only ended up tightening them.

Surprisingly, you were alone and so you took the chance to stumble onto your feet as best as you could without the use of your arms and scout out the area.

Maybe your kidnappers were stupid enough to leave you an exit.

Your heart racing, you let out a shaky breath, reminding yourself that panic wasn't going to help and began walking around the perimeter of the space.

~~~

"Don't even think about taking me off the case," Hailey deadpanned the moment the door to Voight's office closed.

"You really think it's a good idea for you to be working right now?" Voight raised an eyebrow, "Y/N is your girlfriend!"

Hailey pursed her lips, "I'm aware of that."

"Hailey..." Voight's voice was strangely gentle.

"No," Hailey shook her head stubbornly, "I'm not going to just sit around and wait for someone to bring Y/N back to me and every moment you waste trying to talk me out of this is time wasted on Y/N."

Voight and Hailey both knew that if Voight did bench her, she was still going to search for you, even if it meant going against her sergeant's orders.

"Fine," Voight gruffly agreed, "Go help Halstead go through your past cases. Anyone who might use Y/N as revenge on you."

Hailey gave a short nod and without another word, left the office.

Truthfully, she hadn't processed anything whatsoever, but you were out there somewhere, definitely hurt and that's all that she needed to know.

Of course, she was worried. Worried was an understatement, and once in a while, she'd catch herself thinking about the worst outcomes but stop before it got too far.

She had to stay focused on the task at hand which was to bring you home to her.

This was not the moment to break down.

~~~

You walked loop after loop around the space until your head couldn't take it anymore and you crumbled to the ground.

While walking, you had noticed a steel door but there was no way you were getting through it. Especially not with your hands tied.

Lying on the cold concrete floor, you couldn't help but start to think of worst-case scenarios. What if they never found you? What if you died before they got here? What if you never saw Hailey again?

Your thoughts were interrupted though by the sound of footsteps echoing towards the door.

You felt your heart drop and your entire body tense. Was this your kidnapper?

The door suddenly swung open and revealed two men, one significantly taller than the other.

"Well...looks like our doctor here has a little boo-boo," The shorter one snickered at your limp body sprawled on the ground.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from saying something you would regret later.

"I can see why the detective fell in love with her," The taller one joined in, a smirk on his face, "She's quite the catch."

The two men had both crouched down in front of you now and you couldn't help but spit out a remark.

"Fuck off."

"Oh, would you look at that," The tall man smiled sickly, "She's feisty too...just like our detective friend..."

A sudden rush of panic flowed through you as you came up with the theory that they had Hailey too.

"Oh don't worry about her," The shorter man caressed your cheek, making you flinch slightly, "It's much more fun watching her spiral from afar...speaking of fun...I think it's about time we made a call."

Before you could say anything else, the two men got up and left the room and you let out a breath. Besides your head wound, you were uninjured so far and if they were calling Hailey, then it would just give them more clues to who the men were and where you were.

Despite the fear coursing through your veins, you still tried to stay positive and so you just kept telling yourself that you would be out of here in no time.

~~~

Hailey's heart nearly leaped out of her chest when she answered her phone.

"Hello detective," A cold voice reached her ear.

Immediately, Hailey flagged the attention of the rest of Intelligence and put the call on speaker.

"You might have already found out that your girlfriend is gone..." The voice droned, "Such a shame, hopefully, she didn't leave you for another woman..."

"You better not hurt her," Hailey clenched her jaw, her stomach churning as she listened to the man's voice come through the phone.

The man laughed, "Who said I took her?"

"We're going to find her," Hailey said, "And we're going to find you."

"Don't be so confident about that," The man was clearly enjoying playing Hailey like this, "Let me loop you in detective, it isn't so fun to have someone take your loved one away from you is it?"

Hailey opened her mouth to respond but the call had already disconnected.

"I think I got something," Jay called out and held up a case folder, "We put a Jameson Greene away a few weeks ago. He's doing hard time and he has two brothers who he lived with...that could be what the caller was referring to when he talked about losing someone you love."

"Hey, look at this," Kim pointed to her screen, "I pulled up street cams and managed to catch Y/N's car...we lose it after a few streets but it is going into the area that Greene lived in with his brothers. Plus, there's plenty of old warehouses around that place."

Everyone turned to look at Voight who gave a nod.

"Suit up," He said and turned around, "I want Patrol on this as well. I want everyone looking for Y/N."

~~~

"Your detective sounded pretty sure that she was going to find you," The man stroked your hair and you wanted to puke with each touch.

"That's because she will," You managed to croak out. While you only had a head injury, it was still a head injury that also hadn't stopped bleeding and on top of that, you desperately needed water.

You needed Hailey.

"You sure about that sweetheart?" The sarcasm dripped in his voice and you fought the urge to spit in his face.

"Well, I know she isn't going to stop until she does so yes," You said through gritted teeth, "She will find me."

A smirk formed on the man's face, "We'll just have to wait and see won't we, princess?"

~~~

Everyone on the team could see that Hailey was beginning to spiral. After countless door-to-door and dead-end leads, they still hadn't found you and that was taking a toll on Hailey.

"Hey," Jay stopped her before they hit the next house, "You okay?"

"I'll feel better once we find Y/N," Hailey said through gritted teeth and pushed past Jay, continuing to walk.

Jay stepped in front of Hailey, "Look, maybe you should go home...take a breather."

"Absolutely not!" Hailey narrowed her eyes, "I'm not going home until I can bring her home with me."

Jay opened his mouth to press back but was interrupted by Atwater's voice calling out.

"We got something!"

~~~

It was beginning to become harder and harder to keep your eyes open and while you were a doctor, it didn't take a doctor to understand that this wasn't a good sign.

"If your detective girlfriend doesn't come soon I'm going to have to call her again," The man snickered, "Maybe I'll have to be more specific...I'll tell her to bring wine too."

You didn't have enough strength to find a comeback as you laid on the ground, your wrists still bound together.

"Princess..." The man's voice broke through your pain, "You better keep your eyes open princess."

"Don't call me that," You breathed out, wincing at how your head throbbed with each word.

The man hummed, "What should I call you then? Would you prefer darling?"

"Chicago PD!"

In an instant, the door flung open and you were suddenly yanked up onto your feet. Despite your semi-conscious state and fuzzy vision, you could still make out the members of Intelligence rushing towards you.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were struggling to say upright long enough for someone to get you away from your captor and the next you could see the wall speeding towards you.

You felt the side of your head smash into a hard surface but before you could register any pain, everything fell black.

~~~

When you opened your eyes again, the first thing that you felt was the pounding coming from your head. As your vision cleared though, you realized that you were in a hospital room.

You had been in hospital rooms plenty of times but it didn't take very long for you to notice that you were in this room as a doctor.

"Hey...you're awake."

You didn't need to see who the voice came from to know that it was Hailey. Slowly, you turned your head and were immediately met with those blue eyes.

"You look like hell," You hoarsely croaked out.

"Right back at you," Hailey tried to keep her tone teasing but you could tell that she was holding back a lot.

You spread your arms, "Come here."

Hailey took your offer immediately, melting into your embrace.

"I'm okay," You whispered, "See, I'm okay."

"I know..." Hailey mumbled into your neck, "I know you are. I know the doctors said you were going to be fine I just-"

A sob interrupted Hailey and she buried her face deeper into your neck while you rubbed her back soothingly.

"I told those men that you would find me," You smiled, "See...I'm right as always."

Hailey let out a watery laugh and sat back up so that she could see your face.

"I'm okay Hailey," You lowered your voice, "You found me...everything is going to be okay."

"You were the one kidnapped," Hailey shook her head, "I should be comforting you."

You reached out to take Hailey's hand, "Well, there's plenty time for that too..."

"I was so worried," Hailey rubbed her eyes, "I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if we didn't find you."

"Hey...hey, look at me," You squeezed Hailey's hand, "That didn't happen. You did find me and I'm okay and we're going to be okay. It's going to be okay."

Hailey nodded, "I know...it's just..."

"It's just what?" You asked softly.

"I...I couldn't remember if I had told you that I loved you back this morning when I left," Hailey bit her lip, "What if we didn't find you? What was the last thing I told you?"

You breathed out, "Hailey...you don't have to worry about that. You found me. I know you love me. We're okay..."

"I-"

"Hailey," You cupped your hands on either side of her face, "Everything's okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[seaveyspotter]

might make this to an actual fanfic, but this is all for now.

peter parker x fem!stark oc

Ashley knew Peter had a press conference that evening, but she didn't come. She wanted to, but she just couldn't. Press and flashy cameras were the last things she needed. Questions about her father, her family, Nat and Steve.. It was all too much for her. She was just 21 years old. Just 21. Found new freaky powers. Just lost her dad. Barely getting by.

Ever since they died, Tony, Nat, and Steve.. Ashley felt like she lost her family. The Avengers were broken up again, all over the place, messy. At least when they were doing the time heist, they were back together, doing it together, winning together. And it was all gone.

Pepper. What a saint. She was still taking care of Ashley despite the fact she was now an adult who did not have any blood relations with her. She could Ashley go, throw her away. But she didn't. Pepper loved Ashley like she was her own, even if Tony wasn't around anymore.

The memorials, the murals, the tributes scattered around New York, the whole country, and even internationally always seemed to follow Ashley wherever she went. To remind her of the people she had lost.

Right now, she was sitting at the edge of a roof, a giant Iron Man mural behind her. Sometimes it made her sad, but sometimes it comforted her. Knowing that people appreciated the sacrifice her father made. And it was kind of like having him around her. Like he was still there beside her.

She looked at it, fought her tears from pouring out. Ashley crossed her legs and said, "Hey dad." Although she barely managed to not sob.

"So.." she continued. "Got these freaky powers. I wonder what you'd say about them. They're like Wanda's but in gold.. Kinda like it, don't know what to do with it though."

"But you would," she whispered. Even though the murals made her feel remotely closer to him, she still wished he was still there to give her advice and actually talk to her.

From a distance, Ashley saw a man in a red iron suit, slinging webs her way. He sat beside her, completely out of breath, and the helmet opened automatically, revealing Peter Benjamin Parker.

"Tough press?" Ashley asked as she took her flask, sipped some alcohol and offered it to Peter.

He politely rejected it. "No thanks, I might puke. I haven't quite built up my alcohol tolerance yet."

She nodded and put the flask aside.

"And the press.. Well.. It was a nightmare. Kept asking me if i'd be the next Iron Man–" he began to rant. "I left early. Just swung out."

"Oh, been there," Ashley nodded.

"Right?" said Peter, "I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, I've never done stuff half as big as he did."

"Well.." she started, but Peter stopped her before she could even utter another word.

"No, no," he shook his head, and placed a finger over her lips. "Don't even start with the 'You went to space' crap."

Ashley chuckled. "Well, you did."

"I also died there, Ash."

"But you came back."

They held each other's gaze. Peter smiled, and looked down at her lips. He just wanted to keep her close, and kiss her, and–

"Just do it," she demanded, interrupting his thoughts. Like she knew what he was thinking about.

"What?" Peter asked, flustered.

"Just kiss me," she chuckled. "It's not like we haven't done it before."

And without warning, Ashley placed her hand behind his neck and pulled him towards her, and pressed her lips against his.

Pure bliss.

There was nothing better than this.

Peter made all the shit Ashley went through somewhat worth it. He made everything better.

And Peter had never had something so good in his life. Ashley was the best thing that could've happened to him. And we wanted to keep it, whatever their relationship was. He'd like to cherish it forever.

"I uh.." Peter stuttered.

Ashley chose not to tell him everything about her powers yet. She was still learning about them, getting to know them. And at the moment, she was not really in the mood to get back to those super hero gigs.

"Do you wanna go back to my place and have dinner with my mom and Morgan?" Ashley offered before Peter could comment about them, and their relationship.

Peter and Ashley kissed on the battlefield when they were fighting Thanos' army. When they reunited. Yes, Ashley cared about him. Madly. Probably in love. But for now, she needed time to heal herself and she wanted him to heal as well. So she figured that she liked the way things were right now with Peter. She would love to go further, but for now.. This was itm

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Dawn

Loki x fem!Reader

ONE/TWO/THREE SHOT

Warnings: mention of past trauma and fluff.

Summary: A truce to end all wars leads to an alliance between Earth and Asgard in the form of Loki marrying a mortal. None of them what this. None except fate.

Word Count: I know I have a lot of WiPs. They worry me. My office changed and now I have to travel forty minutes to and from the place and boy do I get tired after that! This is one of the reasons I’ve not been able to put up much. And I know this will lead to a lot of readers fading away (I have seen this happening already) which is okay. A little heartbreak but I’ll live. But I just hope everyone stays safe and takes care of themselves.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"This is the stupidest thing I've ever done."

"I think insulting your father in front of thousands of his Hydra henchmen is still on top."

The most anxious day of your life and Anthony Edward Stark still makes you feel at ease.

The reflection in the mirror in front of you is of a timid woman with not an ounce of beauty to her name but for the title that comes with her unworthy blood. At least that is what you think.

Tony can read it in those eyes that are still carrying the lost sleep from many nights gone.

"The Asgardians have no idea how lucky they are to have you. And your father was an idiot for giving you away."

He takes the golden chains from your hands that you're unable to lock at the back to do it for you. "But then again, if it weren't for you, we would have never won the war."

You mock a laugh. "Oh, come on, Mr Stark. I'm a freaking ball that was played by earth and Asgard's most unhinged boomers."

The clasp on the chain shuts and Tony's brows go up. "I could not have said it better. Odin does seem like he should chill out more."

"Right?"

You both chuckle and Tony presses away creases on your shoulder before catching your gaze in the mirror.

"You do know you don't have to go through this, Y/N. You just have to say the word and every one of us out there will fight those golden bastards for you."

Your lips stretch in an involuntary smile that fills your heart to the brim and you feel your eyes get wet for the man who has been more of a father to you than your own blood and bones. "You know that is exactly the reason I said yes to the wedding, right? I don't want any more bloodshed. Let's just take it as me repenting for my father's sins and call it a day. Although I'm glad this peace offering didn't come with shady terms like the Asgardians ruling earth or something."

Tony blinks and looks into some unknown void. "Hm." Some afterthought later he looks down at you adjusting a flower in his jacket's pocket, patting and jumping a little in excitement at how great he looked. "Maybe Odin wants to give one of his disappointments some responsibilities or something. To keep him busy, you know."

"Mm-hmm," you hummed, giving yourself one final look in the mirror before picking up the bouquet of Asgardian orchids- the golden flowers in full bloom.

"But honestly though, if he does something you don't like, you have to tell me. Or anyone of us. Nat! Yes, she will take care of him for you on the down-low. It'll be so quiet even he won't know what hit him."

You twirl around towards Tony, making him question the whole event once more. He could not let this happen to you. No. You deserved better. So much better than some egotistical maniac of a God who once wanted to rule your planet.

"Ready to walk me down the aisle?" You ask him with stars in your eyes.

"No?" He replies with clouds of doubt lingering over him.

"Tony."

"Okay, fine. But I am going to sulk about this throughout the wedding."

.

The great halls of the palace have been decorated with flora of all hues. Civilians have gathered outside to witness the wedding of their Prince. The old ones are curious about who would marry the adopted child. The young ones make merry, rejoicing their Prince has finally found love and the kingdom can once again celebrate after what seems like aeons. The guards have been doubled and the groom's brother is all over the place, running around to make sure everything is in order. It is only when Sif rolls her eyes and audibly groans before dragging Thor by his arms outside his brother's chambers does he stop. Be with your brother, he is ordered before she takes off to cover for him, leaving him to discover what he's been dreading all this week- what is Loki going to feel about this.

It surprises him when it does not take much to open the door and find his brother dressed in his most exquisite armour for the occasion. The gold glitters under the sun rays falling through the windows and balcony and the cape flutters luxuriously reminding every witness that none could carry one as Loki did.

Thor wonders how much of his mother's poise he sees in Loki while he stands overlooking Asgard. His eyes are taking in each and every living pixel while his hands are trying to scratch the nervousness off each other.

Mother would have loved to watch him start this new chapter today, Thor wonders gleefully on the inside.

Maybe it's the reluctant thought of their mother that travels unspoken across the room and makes the other brother turn around.

"Let's get this over with," Loki announces, walking towards the door.

Well, clearly not what I was hoping for, Thor muses, following his brother out.

"How are you feeling brother?" He has to ask.

"Like I might puke my insides any moment."

Vivid.

"Is there anything I can bring you that might ease your stomach?" I mean a brother can try, right?

"Oh yes, of course! Bring a very rare herb called common sense and feed it to your father. He seems to be suffering from this particular deficiency."

"Okay, Loki, that's a bit-"

"Say it's a bit on the nose and I will punch you in the face right now, Thor. I'm being married against my will to an earthling against her will. Father might be a professional matchmaker in his days but I am not one of his pawns to be used in some peace treaty like this."

Thor sighs because that is all he can do right now. No matter how much tries to defend the Allfather, the fact remains that two people are being brought together without much room for their thoughts and opinions. “Weren’t you the one to bring forth the idea of peace with the one planet that father has not tried to conquer and the one that still considers us friends? It is all for the better. And Y/N is an amazing woman. I am sure she would make a wonderful partner-”

“The peace holds because you are known to their heroes, Thor. And if peace is the subject let’s just marry you with Y/N, why don’t we?”

Thor mocks a muted laugh but Loki does not stir, staring at his blond brother with a piercing gaze that finally makes the former shift his weight uncomfortably between his legs. “That’s what I thought. Keep trying to defend the Allfather unless he stands against what you desire. You do realise this was the very reason I tried to stop you from becoming king in the first place at that time.”

Before he can get a word in- or at least try to think of one- Loki has already moved past the great doors to be welcomed by a crowd of royals gathered in the hall at one side and Y/N’s family on the other.

He knows. He knows deep within his heart that the royals are here just to witness what drama goes down this time, what does the bastard of Odin do this time to wreck chaos midst these celebrations. The other side? They are here to make sure they have his bones if Y/N says the word. So, it’s just another day in my life. But he has to admit to himself how he envies you for having a cavalry of the galaxy’s most lethal beings protecting you without so much as a word. What is this camaraderie exactly? A strategic alliance? A well-put band of the unfit?

It’s love, my dear.

It is not hard to miss Friga’s words fluttering inside once he climbs the stairs to stand by Odin’s side. Love, Loki mocks a laugh, it does make you do mad things. He is not paying attention to the grand speech Odin is giving, and for once he can relate to a yawning Clint in the front. All he wants is for this charade to end once and for all. So much that he might actually be happy if Y/N says no at the very last minute. Would save both of us some very awkward lifetimes ahead.

The great doors open again. Everyone rises from their seats to welcome the bride. Loki isn’t even interested in looking that way till the sun is reflected in his eyes from the veil that covers your face. And that is the first time he looks at you.

There is the strangest flutter inside his gut to witness his colours on someone else; on you. The armour in a matching shade of gold adorns your shoulders and arms. Gold chains have the honour of covering your chest and back, curving down from behind to the plates on your waist. Green of the gown dazzles like the galaxy moving around your existence, snug all around your curves. A Goddess walks on the land of Asgard. And every single soul is in awe.

Loki blinks under the light of the suns. The air seems to leave his lungs and time slows down. Everything fades away; except for the woman that walks towards him in arms with earth’s protector. His mind is questioning whether she is a mere human while his heart is trying to figure out the pressing sensation it is feeling.

“Lady Y/N, daughter of...under the care of the house of Stark,” Odin announces to the crowd, breaking Loki out the trance whilst he watches you climb the steps with Stark, come to stand by his side and give the man a kiss before he takes a step back, his gaze never leaving your face, waiting for a single line of doubt to take you away from all of this.

Well, one of the father figures understands.

“Time for the union,” Odin declares to the two of you.

You turn towards Loki, your heart beating in your ears as you watch your future husband for what seems like the rest of eternity through the veil. Even though you have been trying to convince everyone that it’s the right thing to do, your panicking heart seems to be having doubts of its own.

Breathe! Breathe, breathe, breathe, Y/N. Just breathe, please.

“Unveil her, Loki,” Odin softly orders the God.

You feel the heat run to your ears and neck. What fuckery-

“She will unveil herself, if she wants to, Allfather. Do not belittle her with your old traditions,” Loki points out, much to Odin’s dismay.

Damn right, Tony thinks to himself as he pauses and looks inside in disbelief for liking Loki there for a moment.

Loki does not miss your hands going to your solar plexus to wipe off the sweat before moving the veil back. The suns finally get to touch your face, that glows even when everything inside you cripples in anxiety. Y/E/C eyes meet the ocean of green looking at you with deep curiosity before you look away.

“Bring forward your hands unto each other so you may be tied by the fabric used by the first Gods to be wed under the suns and moons,” Sif requests as she holds a red fabric in her hand while her eyes travel to Thor standing at the end of the stairs.

Loki is first to bring forward his hands, patiently waiting for yours.

The hesitance is not for the ceremony as much as for the fear of him finding your drumming pulse under his touch. Oh, well, I’m pretty sure he can hear it from here right now. And so you bring forward your hands to slide into his, feeling the heat from your palms being siphoned by his cold ones.

A chill runs throughout your body; like a feverish tingle when your stomach is on the verge of throwing its contents out. And Loki seems to sense it too. It’s really hard to ignore for him, as a matter of fact. So is the repeated rise of your chest to breathe as much as you can while undergoing a panic attack; a state he is all too familiar with.

“Róaðu taugarnar á henni, gyðja styrks og umhyggju,” he whispers only for you to listen and still it does not make sense till you can feel an ascended calm run from your hands to the rest of your body, bringing the chaos to a standstill.

How did he-

The removal of clouds of anxiety seems to suddenly clear your vision and you watch the God holding you in a new light. His eyes are soft towards you, his touch careful and light. His head bows a little and his body is still as a boulder. If only I had a backbone like him, you wonder when Sif wraps the red around your hands, binding them together neatly with a bow on top.

“Time for your vows,” she whispers to the both of you with a smile before taking a step back.

You look at her and watch the face of a friend before your eyes come back to rest on the red fabric. So much power resides in this little piece of cloth.

“Under the stars of Valhalla,” Loki begins, bringing your eyes up from the fabric to his face like an involuntary reflex, “I take thee, Y/N, as my wife, if you shall have me. I vow to protect you and be by your side in life...and death.”

...okay...that was...okay.

You clear your throat as discreetly as possible, taking in one long breath before looking back at right into Loki’s eyes. “U-under the stars of Valhalla, I take thee, Loki, as my husband, if you shall have me. I-I vow to protect you and be by your side in life. And...and death.”

No sooner are the words said than the fabric starts to glow with a blinding light, turning into butterflies made purely of light and flying to the skies, marking the bond witnessed by the heavens old and new.

.

"If you need anything, your handmaidens will be a call away."

There is comfort in Sid's gentle smile. If only you could ask her to stay. But that's not usually how the night goes.

"Take care of her, brother," Thor comments before a strong pat comes for Loki's back and the God rolls his eyes.

You know Thor means well but those words in no way bring comfort to you as the doors to Loki's room opens and are shut behind the two of you.

Silence marks the first few seconds of being alone in a room for the first time. Well, not first really. There was that time when the two of you had to fight your way out of the Hydra's facility.

"Nice colour theme," you finally say out loud standing by the door, awkwardly swinging on your toes while holding a fur coat given to you when you were shivering at dinner.

Loki takes his helmet off and your eyes follow the raven strands of hair flowing in the night breeze dancing in from the windows and open balcony. How does he have such lush growth? Maybe it’s the water of Asgard.

The helmet rests on the table with a soft thud. “You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” he states, already undoing his armour.

“Oh, no,” you press, taking a step towards him, “please, you don’t have to get uncomfortable in your own room on my account. I’ll take the couch. It looks more comfortable than my bed anyway. So…yeah. Um...where can I change?”

Loki blinks and turns his gaze towards an archway by the end of the wall. “That’s...the bathroom. Everything has been arranged for you in there.”

You nod even though Loki has already gotten busy with undoing what remains of his armour while you start on undoing yours. The bracelets come off first, then the earrings. But the worst is the clasps of chains choking you from your neck down your back. I should have asked Tony how he did it, dammit. No matter how much your hands try they just don’t seem to find the stupid openings anywhere.

“Allow me,” comes the voice from behind you, startling your already tensed nerves. And as if that isn’t enough, the touch of his cold fingers on your neck seems to fire up whatever nerve endings still seem to be working. Every undoing is soft and careful, always ending with a click. You can feel your hairs rise in anticipation of this foreign touch, goosebumps all over your back that you are pretty sure Loki can notice. You have to stop breathing in order to keep the shiver in check. It's only when your neck feels light once the last of the gold is removed do you take a lungful, catching the odd piece of jewellery in your hand, thanking Loki and hastily making your way to the doorless bathroom with a wooden partition made of intricate carvings as the only thing blocking the view on either side.

When you come out Loki has already changed into a loose black shirt over black pyjamas for the night, ready to take the couch. "I said I'll take the c-"

The creak followed by a crash drowns your words and makes you smack your hand on your mouth. The sofa lies in ruins on the floors, the legs done away with while the arms rests have fallen flat. And the thought of Loki almost sitting down on it fills you with the guilt of having the thought of laughing out loud at the scene.

"Oh, God. You okay?" You have to ask, partly because you did see him rise up safely thanks to his wonderful reflexes but mainly because the pressing jaw tells you somebody might die tomorrow morning.

"I'll have one of the servants clean this up," is all he says.

Servants. Ruined couch. Wedding night. That cannot go right in any way imaginable. Not at least for your overthinking mind.

"No, that's okay. We can share the bed," you blurt out, not wanting any outside attention, "i-if that's okay with you."

And so, both of you lie down on the king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what odd decisions did you have to make to get you here. Even though the space over the bed is surprisingly a lot, the senses just cannot help but notice the other one's tiniest movements, every breath, every gulp and every sigh in the silent night.

"I'm sorry," you finally manage to say softly, still staring at the ceiling while your fingernails gnaw at each other. "That you were dragged into all of...this. I really thought the whole gist of a wedding between two kingdoms was over on my planet."

Silence resumes and as the seconds pass you feel a shot embarrassment rise in your throat for saying that. Clearly Loki is not interested in hearing any of this, you moron. He's a God married to a dumb mortal. This must be the worst day of his-

"Don't apologize for the mindless traditions of old men, dear. We are just pawns in their quest for power."

Weight of the words aside, there is something really soothing about Loki's voice mixing with the sweet cold of the night.

"All of this could have been avoided if Odin took his word back and let you live as you wished, no matter what your father promised."

You agree in a hum, bringing the duvet closer to your chest.

"But I presume you thought it better to avoid blood and take it as it was presented to you."

The words in that honey laden voice seem to travel over your exposed skin like a feather.

"Yeah. Yes. It would have been the better option but I could not stand to watch my friends and family suffer anymore. Tony deserves to rest and live a happy life with his family. Steve and Bucky are finally getting around to find their love for each other. Natasha has settled down with Maria and Clint can finally stay with his family. The battle had already taken a toll on them. I would have rather killed myself than make them put their life on the line again for the whole...planet I guess."

You do not notice but Loki has turned his head to look at you, to notice the quick blink of your eyes, the tug of your fingers on the edge of the duvet, the lick of your lips before biting on them hard.

"Well-" you clear your throat, scratching your forehead for some invisible itch- "I'm human. So, I'm supposed to make the dumbest decisions. But I cannot imagine how you must be feeling mixed in all of this. I'm sure this is the last thing you wanted for yourself in exchange for some reduced sentence. T-that's what Thor told me."

You turn to look at him and are caught off guard by the moons shining in on the pair of greens looking at you with utmost interest. And once you lock your gaze with them, it's hard to let go. Swimming in the springs in a forest under a full moon night while the world sleeps, that's what his gaze feels like. Why wouldn't it; they seem to be touching you in crevices untouched and unbared.

He continues to watch you and sigh. "To be honest I stopped putting any hope in Odin to think about me a long time ago. Nothing he does to me or for me surprises me anymore."

Your lips pucker down, letting the words sink in before you decide to turn in his direction.

"Well, I'll try to make this situation suck a little less as I can...though I highly doubt I'd be able to create much havoc here."

"Oh-" Loki feels his eyes close as a smirk lands on his face and he turns in your direction too- "trust me, darling. With me, there is no corner of this place that you cannot create havoc in."

You find yourself chuckling, letting a few seconds pass before you lick your lips and wonder whether to let out this tiny naughty piece of your mind into bed between the two of you.

The lick and the tug of your teeth at your mesmerising lips do not go unnoticed by the God; something that is soon brewing a question about why his insides are so restless at the sight of your lips having to feel the torture. Curse the unknown! "What?"

"Hm?"

"There is something you want to say but you're not allowing yourself to."

You take a deep breath and move your head just a little closer towards him in order to whisper. "It's not that I'm not mischievous... it's just that I'm often presumed to be the embodiment of a golden child and so I've never been caught. Ever."

The slight shift in Loki's expression that elevates from seriousness to confusion calls for clarification.

"I...once laced your brother's drink with laxatives because he pissed me off."

Confusion.

Surprise.

Shock.

"Y/N Y/L/N," Loki nearly gasps, feeling his head rise from the fluffy pillow, "you did what?"

And the night drowns with the light laughter and old stories for the mutual feeling of detest for siblings and contrast in the view of the world. Discussions went on through the timeless breeze blowing throughout the night about the worlds beyond and the things undiscovered; everything riding on a melody till one of you feel victim to the sweet sounds of slumber.

Loki's eyes are stuck on you all night, watching the serenity washing over your face as all worries seem to fall away while you let yourself drift in peace. Beautiful seems to be an understatement according to the God.

Even though she's an immortal, she does not deserve to be tied to me for eternity. That's a fate too cruel.

But something inside him does not want these words to be true; a gentle tug to his heartstrings by you, that seems to have struck a chord he cannot stop playing.

[cocos-cocoapuffsarenotforsale]

Not Him~~Part 4

MASTERLIST

Part 3

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Protective!Bucky, Protective!Tony, Dad!Tony, Takes place during Captain America: Civil Ware, Use of the Word Whore, Little Angsty, Pregnant!Reader, violence, swearing, CANON DIVERGENCE!

Taglist: @chewymoustachio

A/N: Hey guys, I finally updated Not Him! Let me know if anyone wants to be added to the taglist (or removed). Sorry if you have already asked, it’s been a while and I’m having some difficulties with finding it. Hope you all enjoy the update! Xoxo

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It was a long and grueling flight, and to make matters worse apparently, your baby was no fan of flying. You had lost count of how many times you had to puke during the flight. But finally, you were landing in Siberia, you had been nervous that you had gotten the coordinates wrong until you saw the Quinjet. You let out a sigh of relief, you were going to see Bucky soon. After spending practically 24/7 with him in little apartments all over Europe it was really hard to not be with him.

“Dad?” You say after you landed the helicopter but before he could vacate the aircraft.

“Yes, Princess?” He asked letting out a small huff of annoyance.

“Remember your promise,” you command before opening the helicopter door. Goosebumps immediately cover your skin and you're unsure if it’s due to the cold, windy weather or if it’s because of the eerie calm outside the HYDRA facility.

“Stay behind me,” your father ordered as he took the lead entering the building.

The two of you remain silent until you walk into the main chamber and see Bucky and Steve standing in the middle of the room. Both of them look on edge and bewildered. 

“Buck?” You call, approaching the men carefully and quietly.

“Y/n?” He asks, turning around to look at you. His face goes from confused to shocked to angry, all in a matter of seconds.

“You were supposed to go home! He was supposed to take you home!” Bucky shouts accusingly, as he points a finger at your father.

“We did. She explained the Super Soldier dilemma to me. I wanted to help. I couldn’t bring the others, Team Cap is in prison, Nat’s on the run, Peter’s just a kid. I don’t know how to get in touch with T’Challa, Vision is inconsolable right now, and Rhodey-Rhodey-” Your father’s voice broke off. 

“Tony, what happened to Rhodey?” Steve asks, taking a step closer to Tony.

“He’s paralyzed, he almost died. He’s still in critical condition.” You explained for your dad, knowing it was too hard for him to vocalize right now. Rhodey was your dad’s best friend, through everything he was there. When your mom ran out on the two of you, only after getting as much as possible from your dad financially, leaving him with full custody of a newborn. Rhodey was there to help your dad adjust to single parenthood. After your dad was kidnapped, Rhodey was there, when Pepper dumped him after finding out his bisexuality, Rhodey was there. Through all the turmoil with Steve and your dad, Rhodey was there. He was there through it all, and the thought that Tony had almost lost him was too much for your dad to bear.

“Tony-I-I’m so sorry,” Steve said, pulling your dad into a Super Soldier sized hug.

“Where are the other super soldiers?” You asked, trying to bring everyone back to more pressing matters.

“Dead,” Bucky replied stiffly. You looked at him, bewildered by his hostile attitude and saw the fury still raging in his eyes. Fuck, looks like you were going to be getting quite the lecture later.

“Dead?” You repeated incredulously. 

“I’m not sure why he wanted to bring us here but apparently he wasn’t interested in the other Soldiers,” Bucky explained, walking closer to you, he pulled you into a tight embrace and buried his face into your hair. He took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent.

“So what does he want us here for?” Your dad asked looking around, the tension in the room was overwhelming. What could this man have in store for you?

“Hello Avengers,” you hear a cold voice answer. “Really Mr. Barnes, did you think I wanted more of you? I hate you, all of you. Earth’s defenders, that’s how you Avengers like to think of yourselves, right? Well, I’m sorry to inform you that you actually are Earth’s destroyers. You cause devastation and pain wherever you go.”

“Where are you?!” You shout looking around trying to find the man.

“Don’t worry about that. Why don’t we watch a little video?” He replies, the computer turns on and a video begins to play.

“I know that road,” your dad mutters. No! Why would this man want to show him this?

“Let’s get out of here,” you say trying to tug your father away from the screen, but he doesn’t budge.

“Why not let your father find out the truth Y/n?” The voice taunts and you feel your blood run cold. He wanted to destroy your family. That was his goal. To tear the Avengers apart.

“Dad, let’s go. Now!” You demand, giving his arm a harsh pull, but his feet remain firmly planted in front of the screen.

“What does he mean, ‘the truth’?” Your dad questions, an unfamiliar edge in his voice.

“It doesn’t matter.” You argue trying in vain to get him away from the video. But it’s too late, the car drives past the camera and the motorcycle follows quickly. You freeze, knowing exactly what was about to happen. The look on your dad’s face makes your knees go weak, you had never seen him look so...destroyed.

“You killed them?” He growled, turning to Bucky, who instinctively raised his gun in response. Steve steps between them quickly, before they can hurt each other.

“You knew?” Your dad chokes out looking at Steve, the betrayal clear in his eyes. Steve’s lack of reply is all the confirmation Tony needs.

“You knew what he did. And you never told me?! How-how could you?! You defended him!” He roars at Steve.

“Daddy-” You start but are cut off when your dad whirls around to stare at you. 

“What about you? Did you know? Did you know what that monster did to our family?!” He spats before shoving Steve out of his way and blasting one of his Repulsors off at Bucky. Luckily, Bucky is able to dodge that blast and the following ones.

“ENOUGH!” You shout, using your powers you pin your father to the wall, with his arms stuck at his side.

“I will not let any of you harm the others. Yes, I did know. Steve told me before I accepted the mission. I decided not to tell you because I knew all it would do was hurt you. I was trying to protect you.” You explain pacing around in front of your father.

“That’s not your job. You should’ve told me.” Your dad argued.

“Why? What good would it have done? Well?” You demand, feeling the frustration bubbling up in you.

“I would have known the truth! How could you be with him? The monster that killed your grandparents, tore our family apart!” He shouts back.

“He is not a monster! You raised me to be open-minded and to forgive. Bucky didn’t do those things. He was tortured for years and had his mind fucked with! HYDRA created the Soldier, the Soldier did those things, NOT BUCKY! HYDRA is the enemy! Not Bucky! He is just as much a victim as we are!” You insisted.

“I raised you to be a good person! I don’t even recognize you anymore! I raised you to be better than a whore for a terrorist!” He yells and all of a sudden you see the color drain out of his face when he realizes what he said. But it’s too late, he already said it. You feel your knees buckle and the tears are streaming down your face as you sink to the ground. Bucky is by your side in an instant, while Steve stares on shocked. Bucky quickly scoops you up in his arms, fighting his natural impulse to beat your dad to a pulp for what he said to you. Bucky rushes out of the building towards the Quinjet, Steve hot on his trail after finally snapping out of his shock.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry!” Your dad calls after you, but you ignore him, instead curling into Bucky’s side.

“T’Challa?” You hear Steve ask in shock, causing you to turn your face from Bucky’s chest to see what’s going on.

“Captain,” the Prince greets. “I must apologize, Sergeant Barnes. I was wrong to try and harm you. I just discovered the truth. My actions were despicable, not the actions of a king. I hope to learn from my mistakes.”

“Apology accepted,” Bucky replies, shocked that he was even receiving one in the first place.

“I have dealt with the organizer of these events. May I offer my assistance to the three of you?” T’Challa offers.

“Got somewhere we can hide out for a while?” Steve asks, half-joking, half-serious.

“I know just the place,” T’Challa replies with a small smirk, motioning the three of you into his aircraft.

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Part 5

[fanficwriter013]

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 20

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2684

Warnings: hangovers, talk of sex

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note:  Written with the only good mom I have @avengerscompound​, whom I almost forgot to tag

Chapter 20: Potions and Apples

Fandral led the way down to the healers carrying Sam like he was a baby.  I followed with Wanda, letting her lean against me as we walked.  She held her head and occasionally her eyes would glow pink for a moment before returning to normal.

“Can you not walk too bumpily?”  Sam groaned, shifting in Fandral’s arms a little.

“No one has ever complained about my gait before,” Fandral said, sounding amused.

“I’m sick,”  Sam whined.  “I’ll puke on you.”

“Alright, my lord.  I’ll be more careful.”  Fandral teased.

“So, Fandral,”  I said, as Fandral shifted Sam so he was being held a little closer to him.  “What’s the deal with you and Loki?”

Fandral chuckled.  “Do you want me to lose my life?”

“You were both thinking some pretty explicit thoughts before,” Wanda said.

“We are … complicated.”  Fandral explained. “Loki tolerates few you may have noticed.”

“The babies,”  Wanda said.  “And that’s about it.”

An affectionate smile crossed over Fandral’s face.  “Oh, yes.  The babes hold the largest portion of Loki’s affection.”  He said.  “The thing about Loki is most don’t understand him.  I think it’s just a case of, I can see what his thought processes are like.”  He gave us a sly look and quirked an eyebrow.  “Not to mention, I am very easy, ladies.  I have no expectation that Loki will have any interest in me tomorrow and nor do I have any desire to be tied down.”

“Uh-huh,” Wanda said sounding unconvinced.

“It’s the truth, my lady,”  Fandal said.  “Asgard is not like Midgard and you are hardly in a typical relationship yourself, even for Asgardian standards.  We don’t define it.  I do, however, like romance.  I could romance you if you liked.”

Wanda pulled herself up straight.  “I am out of your league.”

I burst out laughing and Fandral feigned shock.  “My lady, you wound me.”

“What?”  Wanda said, taking my hand.  “It’s true.”

“So sharp with your words.  I am not without feelings.”  He teased and gestured to a door.  “But we are here.”

I opened it for him and Fandral carried Sam inside.  It was dark with black stone walls and dim lights that glowed softly.  A group of five women in long robes approached us and three of them took Sam away without a word.  One of the remaining women turned to us.  “Can we help either of you, your highnesses?”

“Um, yes,” Wanda said, and I could tell she wasn’t sure how to explain what was wrong.

“Wanda is a telepath, and with all the drinking…”  I said.

The woman nodded and gestured for us to follow.   Wanda lay down on a table and the three women stood around it.  A cage of light surrounded Wanda and they began to shift the beams around.

“What is that?”  Wanda asked.

“It’s a soul forge.”  The woman answered as she continued her work.  As they moved the beams Wanda seemed to relax more.  “How is that?”

“Much better,” Wanda said, almost sounding a little sleep drunk.

“We have corrected for the thoughts you were receiving,”  She said turning the forge off.  “When you go back they will return.  We have something that will block your telepathy if you wish.  It’s is a diadem, so the effects will only last while you wear it.”

“Okay,” Wanda said with an uncertain nod.

One of the healers left and returned with an intricate silver diadem.  The silver had been forged into delicate scrollwork that sat low on Wanda’s brow and right in the middle of her forehead sat a deep blue crystal.

Wanda blinked when it was in place.  “It went really quiet.”

“Is that good or bad?”  I asked.

“I do not know.  It is strange.”  She said.  “I haven't been alone in my thoughts for so long, it's both a relief and scary.  I don't like not being able to feel you.”

“It is only to guard against the hangovers.  You are free to remove it at any time.”  The healer said.

“Thank you,” Wanda said and slid off the table.

We went out to the first room to wait for Sam.  It wasn’t long before Sam came out with Fandral.  He looked much more human and happy.  “Oh wow, Wanda.  Look at you.  You’re an actual princess.”  He said coming over to her and tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“It blocks my telepathy.  I don’t know if I like it.”  Wanda said.

Sam pressed a kiss to her brow.  “It won’t be for long.”

“You feeling better then?”  I asked.

“Like it never happened.  I am so hungry now.”  He said putting his arm around Wanda.  He held up a bottle of liquid.  “They gave me this to give the others too.”

“Oh good, hopefully, that saves a lot of whining today,” I said.

“And I won’t have to wear this for too long,”  Wanda added, tapping the jewel on the diadem.

Fandal led us back to our rooms and he was immediately set on by Sif as we came through the door.  “There you are.”  She snapped.  “What the hell?”

“I was taking them to the healers as requested, my lady,” Fandral said.

“Kidnapping three of the royal family and leaving the children alone.”

Fandral laughed.  “What is Hogun?  Chopped liver?”  He snarked.  “Stop being so dramatic and drink this.”

Sam offered her the bottle and she took a drink.  “Okay, good.  I’m taking this to Volstagg.”

She disappeared into the bedroom they’d put Volstagg in as we came inside properly.  The food had been delivered and Hogun was supervising the twins with their breakfast.

“Food!”  Sam said and grabbed a plate and started to load it up.  I went to get one too and Riley started to eat directly off her plate like a dog.

“Honey,” Wanda sighed.  “Use a fork.”

“Daj,” Riley whined.  “I ead good.”

“You eat all over yourself,” Wanda said.

“Das otay.  Vows - Vowstaag… he do too.”  She said.

Wanda approached her and wiped her face clean.  “Volstagg isn’t the ruler of the nine realms, sweetie.”

“I’s a unicorn,” Riley said and went back to eating right off the plate.

Sam stifled a laugh while Wanda sighed and went and helped herself to some food.

“Don’t worry about it, Wan,” Sam said.  “I’ll give her a bath after.”

The three of us sat down on the couch, snuggled in together as we ate.  “So do you know what you’re going to do with the bonding?”  I asked.

Sam shook his head.  “I think I’ll do it.  It’s a long time to live but some of us don’t get a choice about that.  Maybe the right thing to do is to agree to go through that with them.”

I nodded.  “I keep getting stuck on the ‘having to watch Piet die’ thing.  I’ve worried about how losing everyone would affect Steve, Bucky, Nat, and Bruce for a long time.  And now the choice is being given to me and I’m scared.”

“Yes, I already lost my brother.  I don’t want to have to outlive my son.”  Wanda agreed.

“Plus everyone else.  How many friends do we outlive before I stop being able to form bonds with people because I know it’s only going to end with me watching them die?”

“You would never be able to do that,” Sam said.  “Elly, you have the biggest heart.”

“Which just means it’s going to be painful every single time,” I said.  “How much hurt can I survive?”

“All of it,” Sam said.  “You’re strong, El.”

“If Piet were out of the equation.  If he was like Riley, would that make it easier?”  Wanda asked.

I wiped my eyes.  “I think mostly.  I think if I didn’t have to worry about Piet I’d say yes.”  I said.  “It’s just…”

“What is it, princess?”  Sam asked.

“You guys chose me because I was just a normal person.  If this makes me immortal and gives me powers, then I won’t be who you wanted.”

“Oh, Elly,”  Sam said putting his plate down.  He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my temple tenderly.  “We love you for what’s in here -” he tapped my chest and then my forehead.  “- and in here.  That’s much more than just you being a regular person.  There are billions of regular people in the world.  There’s only one you.”

I swallowed and nodded, trying not to completely break down.

“We love you, El.  And Thor loves you and wants to keep you forever.  He hasn’t even asked me to bond with him.”  Sam said.

“You need him to ask?”  I said.

“It would be nice.  I dunno.  Maybe I don’t need it because if you and Wanda do, and Nat, Steve, and Buck already are going to basically live forever, I would stick around for all of you, but it would be nice if Thor let me know he wanted me too.”

“That makes sense.  I totally get that.  I told him I thought he loved us like people loved dogs.”  I said.  “He needs to show you all that you aren’t just friends-with-benefits to him.”

Sam let out a breath.  “Yeah.  ‘Cause I do love him.”

Riley climbed off the chair and toddled over and climbed into Sam’s lap.  “Did you eat, bug?”  Sam asked.

“Yes, daddy.”  She practically snarked.

“What was that?”  Sam said, trying not to laugh.  “Was that sarcasm?”

I laughed.  “Sounded like it.”

“My goodness,” Sam said.  “Such an advanced three-year-old.”

I got up and stretched.  “I might go take a bath.  You two okay with the kids?”  I asked.

“I think we can handle it,” Sam said.

I headed into the bathroom and ran the water.  I had just let my slip fall to the floor when Loki barged into the room.

“Loki!” I squawked, grabbing the slip and pulling it back up.

He waved me off dismissively.  “You have nothing I haven’t seen thousands of times before.”

I rolled my eyes.  “What do you want?”

“The reason you have been unable to decide about the bonding is because of Pietro, correct?”  He asked.

“Yes.  Mostly because of Pietro.”  I agreed.

“I found the book I had been looking for.”  He said.  “There is something called the Golden Apple.  The Goddess Idunn oversees them on Alfheim.  The apple can grant longevity to whoever eats it.”

I froze and looked up into Loki’s eyes.  “This is a real thing?  You can find it?”

“I assure you it is real.  I have sent an envoy to Alfheim.”  Loki said.  “The child will have to be of age and make the decision himself, but he has the choice.  Is that enough for you?”

“I just… this… I don’t…”  I babbled.

Loki rolled her eyes. “Use your words.”

“This changes everything.”

“You’ll agree to the bonding then?”

I took a deep breath and nodded, shifting on my feet.  “Loki.  Can I hug you?”

“What do I get out of it?”  Loki asked.

“You can tell me your terms as I hug you,” I said, taking a step forward.  He opened his arms up and I moved into them, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his chest as he closed his arms around me.  “No stabbing me either.”

Loki chuckled.  “I did not do this for you, you know?”

I nodded against his chest.  “I know.”

“Call off your attack spider would you.  She keeps making comments about me having feelings.”  Loki said.

I giggled.  “Done and done.”  I pulled back and looked up at him. “Thank you.”

“Now, would you please tell my brother ‘yes’ so he can stop bothering me?”  He said.

“I will.  Let me wash up first.”

Loki went to the door and paused.  “If anyone is looking for me, I’ll be having sex.  I’m taking Fandral with me.  I haven’t had any since you were attacked and that is unusual.”

“Aww Loki, you do have feelings.”  I teased.

He smirked.  “I will stab you.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Go on then. Get laid.  When I see you again I promise I’ll have said yes to Thor.”

He nodded and left and I took my bath.  I rushed a little as I wanted to go and speak to Thor and tell him what Loki had said.  When I was clean I wrapped myself in a robe and took the potion from Sif who was back to guarding the door with Volstagg.  I went into my room where Thor, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Tony, Natasha, and Bruce were all sleeping in a tangled pile of limbs.  Feet were in faces and people were clinging to each other.  It was quite funny to look at.

I changed into a fresh gown and went and sat next to Thor and shook him a little.  “Thor?”  He opened his eyes and squinted at me.  “Here, my love,” I said holding the bottle to his lips.

He blinked a few times before starting to drink.  After a few swallows of the liquid, he lay back down and I put the stopper back into the bottle and put it down.

“Mmm, thank you, mea vida.”  He said.  He rubbed my hip slowly and sat up.  “I feel much better.”

“You’re welcome, my love,” I said, leaning over and kissing him.  He hummed softly and pulled me a little closer to him.

“Thor,”  I said pulling back.  “Loki found something.”

“What is it?”  He said, sitting up straighter and looking a little more alert.

“He found a book.  It has information about a fruit that grants the person who eats it longevity.”  I explained.

“What?”

“It’s guarded by a goddess.  Iona?  Isola?  I forget. He has a book.”

“Okay.  So Pietro will have his own choice?”  Thor asked.

“Yes,” I said and put my hand on his.  “Ask me.”

Thor tilted his head and looked me over for a moment.  He nodded and got up kneeling on the ground in front of me and taking my hand.  “Elise, my life, will you bond with me?”

“Yes, I will,” I said.

He smiled and got up pulling me into his arms and kissing me deeply.  I melted into him, letting him hold my weight.

“We will have to start the preparations.  You need a gown.”  Thor said as he pulled back.

“Thor, there’s one more thing,” I said.

He tilted his head and looked at me with concern.  “That doesn’t sound good.”

I gave his hand a squeeze.  “You need to propose to them.  And when you do you need to explain it.  All they have heard is the not quite clear version of events from me.  Bucky and Steve will do it regardless.  Tony and I will too because we were there.  The others you need to at least speak to and make them know what this means and that you want it with them.”

“Oh,” Thor said softly.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded and sat back down on the bed.  I sat beside him and he curled up, putting his head on my lap. “I didn’t realize how closed off I was being with them. It hurts to know they don’t know how I feel.”

I stroked his hair and massaged the back of your neck.  “We all love you. But it has been hard because we don’t see you often, and when we do you try and be the strong happy man who has nothing to worry about.  Time to change that and now’s your chance.  Be honest with them.  But more importantly, ask them.  Make sure they know you want this with them.”

“I will.  When everyone is awake I will propose.”  He said.

“Good,” I said and rubbed his chest.  “You are loved, Thor.  Don’t doubt that.  I want to spend as much of the next 5000 years as I possibly can, Thor. ”

Thor smiled softly.  “I want that too.”

I leaned down and kissed him and he made a contented rumbling noise against my lips.  We were starting a new chapter as of now and I wasn’t scared at all anymore.

// NEXT

[theatrelove3000]

My Nonna

I based this one off of an ASMR video by TheWhiteRabbitASMR (this is the link if you’re interested) and I couldn’t help but use her character for Noelle’s Grandmother. I always liked the idea of Loki meeting the good parts of Elle’s Family so this seemed right.

I swear, all this spam is relevant to my new stuff!

Background: Noelle and Loki were “Bound” by a witch in Alfheim after a battle they fought in. This means that the witch split each of their souls in half and one half switched places. Noelle has half of Loki’s soul and vice versa. They can feel each other's emotions and hear each other's thoughts. Noelle is also Half Asgardian, half Midgardian. Her father is Tyr and her mother is of Midgard.

Summary: Loki is introduced to Noelle’s Italian grandparents

Warnings: Fluff. I think I watched my mouth for this one so there shouldn’t be any swears? I don’t remember.

My Nonna

Noelle PoV:

"Okay, this one is hers. I'm going to warn you. She will demand you eat everything she can think of. She will feed you even if you're full and never accept no as an answer. She will also ask you a million questions that you won't always have an answer to. But she's great! You'll be fine." I ramble out as we walk up the steps to my Nonna's house. He chuckles and pulls me close to kiss my forehead. I take a deep breath and squeeze Loki's hand as we walk in.

It's about 12:30 so she will be in the kitchen. We find her at the kitchen table muttering at the newspaper.

"Hi, Nonna!" I say to get her attention.

"Oh, my darling!" She exclaims in her thick Italian accent. "Oh my goodness. Oh, come. Come to Nonna, come here." She kisses my cheeks and my forehead repeatedly. I giggle a little bit and pull away. "How are you, my bambina? What are you doing? Oh my love, my beauty. How are you doing, my little bambina?"

"I'm good, Nonna. How are you?"

"I miss you so much! Your Nonna miss you. Where have you been, ah? Where have you been?"

"I've been working, else I would come see you more."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes. I know, I know it's very very difficult now, this moment. With the many changes in the life, I know. But you gotta make time for Nonna!"

"Yes, ma'am. Nonna, this is Loki." I take Loki's hand and pull him up to the forefront with me so she can see him clearly. "My husband, Nonna."

"Ah! Your husband! You have a husband, my little bambina? You are married? Since when? Why did I not go?"

"It was a really sudden wedding. I didn't know it was happening until an hour before I said 'I do.'"

"Come here, let me see you, bambino, come to Nonna." She grabs Loki's arm and he lowers himself in front of her, she kisses his cheeks and he blushes slightly. He kisses her cheek as well, which surprises me a ton if I'm being honest.

"Sit, sit, sit. Both of you, sit. Have some lunch with me."

"We just ate, Nonna. We don't want to intrude-"

"What do you mean you just ate. No, no, no. Sit down. You have lunch with me, you keep Nonna company. You just ate." She scoffs. "You so thin, you so thin! Look at you! You are a nothingness. No, no. If you turn this a way, you just poof! You disappear. No. I don't take no for an answer. You eat with Nonna."

Loki is chuckling at the exchange as she pinches my cheeks and wags her finger at me. "What you giggling about over there, husband? Ah? You're too thin, too. You eat with me, with Nonna."

"As you wish, ma'am." He stops chuckling. I elbow him in the ribs.

"Why you so thin, why they no feed you at home? Ah? Why your mother not call me?" She asks.

I stop for a moment and take a deep breath, "She can't call you, Nonna." I say quietly. She has bad memory so she doesn't remember my mother getting sick. At first, I reminded her every time I saw her but she would just cry so I don't anymore. I just say she can't call.

Loki looks at me and takes my hand under the table, squeezing gently. 'Are you alright?' I glance at him and respond 'Yes.'

Meanwhile Nonna is still talking. "One day, I'm not be here and they will cry! They will cry. Oh, not you, my little Bambina, no no no. You're a good one. You always come and see Nonna, I love you!" She stands up and goes the the cupboard behind her. "You want some milk? I get you some milk. You want some cookies with your milk? The cookies with milk? You remember when you were a little kid and you always had the cookies in the milk? That was nice, ah? I get you some."

I glance at Loki, who is grinning at me and Nonna. He's clearly amused.

"You know I still have you're little bowl!" She turns to Loki, "I keep everything. My bambina use this as a baby, ah? You remember, Bambina?" I nod at her. She looks back at me "You want a little..." she taps on the glass in her hand, trying to remember the word. "Spoon! You want a little spoon?"

"No, thank you."

"Okay, I can pour some milk for you." She picks up the milk from the table. "I know you are... intolerant to the lactose. I got you milk with no lactose. But don't you tell me that you becoming one of those who are allergic to life, okay? I understand the milk thing but the cheese! Why you cannot eat, ah?" She looks slightly put out. We have this conversation often but she doesn't always remember.

"The cheese has lactose, Nonna."

"Ah, I have found mozzarella without the lactose. So next time Nonna make you lasagna, you will have the cheese without the lactose."

"I would love that, Nonna, thank you."

"Ah, Nonna think of you. Nonna love you!"

We eat a bit of everything she puts in front of us, Loki more than me. I keep feeding him my food so Nonna thinks that I am eating it by myself.

"Where is Nonno? Is he still asleep?"

"Ah, your Nonno. Ever since that pension, he do not wake up at a decent time. He wake up whenever he want to. He wake up nine o'clock in the morning. He no wake up at a decent time."

I laugh, "Nonna, you wake up way earlier than a normal person."

She scowls at me lightly, "4:30 is a decent time in the morning."

"Whatever you say, Nonna."

The entire visit lasts about 2 hours. She spends the whole time feeding us and eventually convinces us to have dinner with them as well. I tell her about my new family, the Avengers, and she demands that she makes dinner for all of them. Loki texts Tony with my phone to ask how many people were in the tower and I took Nonna to the store so she can buy what she needs. We go and get Nonno before heading back to the tower, where she makes all of us dinner.

Nonno falls asleep in the living room with Steve and Bucky, who also pass out on each other. Natasha takes tons of pictures while Wanda and Tony help Nonna in the kitchen. Tony surprises me by speaking in fluent Italian to both her and Nonno. When Peter and Morgan come in with Pepper, I introduce them to Nonna.

She gasps upon seeing little Morgan, "Ah! What a bellissimo piccola! A pretty little girl. Come, come, darling. I will be your Nonna!" She takes Morgan from me and holds her hand, walking her over to where her father is making the dessert. Tony lifts Morgan onto the counter and gives her a pastry he just finished. Pepper just smiles.

When dinner is ready, Nonna gathers us at the table (Loki extended it with his magic for this evening) and we devoured every bite of everything she made. Peter and Morgan eat way more desert than anything else, so their energy levels spiked rapidly towards the end. Eventually Tony sent them to the couch, where they bounced around for a bit before falling asleep with the sugar crash while watching a movie.

"Why you no tell me my Bambina getting married, ah? Why you no tell Nonna?" Nonna rants at Tony. His demeanor is calm but I could tell from his energy that he was nervous.

"I didn't know you were around, sweet lady. I would have invited you if I knew." He explains gently.

She scoffs and wags her finger at me, "You supposed to tell your Nonna you getting married!"

"I'm sorry, Nonna."

"It's okay, my little bambina. My love, my beauty. Ah, your Nonna love you. You're a good one." She pinches my cheeks and starts talking to Pep about the kids.

Loki laughs quietly and kisses my temple before whispering in my ear, "And you were worried about how she would react to me." Followed by another chuckle. I lean over and kiss his cheek.

"I wasn't worried about how she would react to you. I was worried about how well she would take a random shock about something this big." I retort. He grins and kisses me full on the mouth, earning fake puking sounds from Clint and Nat while Steve blushes and Thor applauds.

"No kissing the bambina in front of Nonna, husband." Nonna shouts across the table before turning to Tony, "He a ragazzaccio over there, ah?"

"Si nonna, è cattivo!"

"Tony!" I cry, laughing.

Tony flushes, "You know what I said?" He said, slightly shocked.

"Of course I do. Look at the woman you are talking to and tell me that she wouldn't teach me Italian as a child. Go ahead, I'll wait." I fold my arms across my chest and throw on my best smug smirk.

Tony glances at Nonna then back at me, "I guess you're right." I laugh and go back to talking to Loki.

Around about 9:30, we take Nonna and Nonno home. I make sure Nonno gets in bed and bid Nonna a good night, promising to come back next week.

It's a beautiful night, it being early June in New York, so Loki and I decide to walk back to the tower since its only a few blocks away. We walk along the street hand in hand, laughing and talking about everything that has happened in the past three months that he had been gone. As we walk through Central Park, Loki pulls me to a stop under a big tree and pulls me close to him. He leans his forehead down on mine.

"I really missed you, My Queen." He whispers.

"I missed you more." I tell him. He smiles.

"My apologies, Lady Friggason, but I am afraid that I must inform you that that is quite impossible. I missed you like the sun misses the moon, destined to chase you, forever and a day. I missed you because I love you. I love you like a studded leather jacket worn inside out, digging into my chest eager to draw blood." He brings his lips to mine softly.

"You are very dramatic." I mutter between his kisses.

"You love it." He answers.

I shrug and nod in agreement, pulling him back for another kiss. It doesn't last long. We pull away after a minute and walk back to the tower.

[caps-lockdown]

32 Days Later

32 Days Later (One shot)

Enjoy this piece of October Fluff! It’s my first real attempt at writing from Steve’s perspective, so sorry if it isn’t amazing. I also wrote this at four am after being up since twelve p.m the prior day.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Rating: PG (All fluff!)

Words: 2,245

Summary: It took exactly 32 days for Steve Rogers to fall for you.

No beta, only own mistakes and the reader. Again this is Y/N format but it is also from Steve’s point of view. Well sort of anyway. I TRIED PEOPLE.

Also if you’d like to be tagged for future fics just send a quick message, ask or comment!

32 Days Later

You were trouble. That’s what Fury said.

October first came in a blink and Steve Rogers walked out of his room ready for his morning run to find you in your pair of skeleton pajamas. Your feet tapped barefoot against the hardwood floor of the kitchen as you sipped from a giant bat shaped mug. No doubt you had been waiting to pull it out, and by the smells of it you had just made a batch of Nutella hot chocolate. It was seven in the morning.

“No time to sleep when it’s October!” You had exclaimed gleefully, sitting on the couch in the joining room and proceeding to fold yourself into multiple layers of blankets. Steve rolled his eyes as the start of some horror movie began, shaking his head as he stepped outside. You’d only joined the team five months ago, per Fury’s orders and Tony’s headache. Sure, everyone fell in love with you within the first month. Well everyone except Steve of course. Keep your friends close and all that. He couldn’t peg you. Usually he was a good judge of character, but he was continually finding himself plagued by not being able to figure you out. He wasn’t an idiot though. He knew how great you were in the field. How you rivaled Nat’s marksmanship and Tony’s sarcasm. He knew that Bucky and Sam protected you like you were their adopted little sister. Hell he even knew Thor took to calling you “The small and mighty Y/N”. And just like now he knew you had been looking forward to this particular month, as you had mentioned it precisely eighty-six times during the course of this week.

He knew you were trouble. He just didn’t know what kind yet.

On October third you asked him what day it was.

“It’s October Third.” He replied back simply, your giggling fit ringing in his ears as everyone else joined in. He quickly learned that it was a movie reference, having being forced to watch said movie that same evening. He came to understand why you always shouted “She doesn’t even go here!” when you found something out of place, and why everyone (including Bucky to his shock) were wearing pink articles of clothing as the film played.

The wink you sent him from across the living room made his face heat up.

He distinctly recalls the night of October seventh when you nearly begged to get him to accompany you to a new horror movie playing at the theater downtown. “Tony and Pepper are going and I don’t want to be a third wheel!” You whined, “I need big strong arms to hug when I get scared!” You pleaded. “I’ll make you snickerdoodles for a week!”

He didn’t have the faintest idea what was happening amongst the bloodshed and screaming victims being mutilated, but he would never forget your floral scent of perfume taking over his senses. How your hands felt on his skin as you clung on for dear life to his arm and attempted to hide just a sliver of your face in his shoulder. The snickerdoodles were delivered outside his room for seven days straight after that, always wrapped and his name written in beautiful, careful script.

“Come on man, it’s just a pumpkin! It isn’t going to bite cha!”

Steve stared in discontent at the large orange gourd in front of him on October thirteenth. The team decided it would be in their best interest to carve faces and designs on them. Team Building. Tony called it.  Festive you called it. Disgusting chaos would have been his chosen words. The tarp covering the floor was no match for everyone’s hacking carnage, Sam’s complaint of splattered pumpkin guts on the wall in the kitchen causing everyone to roll their eyes. You said you’d get Parker to clean it up. Everyone laughed at your perfect humor. Again.

Steve was never much for gawking or ogling, but watching you put your “carving skills” (he had no idea those were actual skills) on your own vegetable, fruit, whatever you had called it, made him worry about ever making you angry. You were so calm while you worked, blades shaving off top layers and poking holes in artistic ways. Your fingers were lighter than air the entire time, yet he was growing more and more afraid for his personal safety. And his progressively growing attraction to you. It was only when you were nearly done painting yours in glow in the dark paint that he came to the realization that he hadn’t carved a single feature into his own. He worked haphazardly in a frenzy after that, almost losing a finger in his rush to complete it. Maybe you wouldn’t put together that he had spent his entire evening watching you. He had to hope right? The poor thing came out looking so uneven and lopsided he almost wanted to accidentally push it out of a nearby window to put it out of its misery.

“I think it looks wonderful Steve.” You cooed, his blood pressure rising as you went to place your masterpiece in between his and Sam’s puking pumpkin. Yours was an extremely well done adaptation of “Starry Night”, carved and painted with such precision Steve didn’t know if you were real for five whole seconds. Bucky said you put his art to shame. He had to agree, thrown off for just a millisecond when you brought him down into a strong and grateful hug.

“I know you didn’t want to be here. Thank you.” All he could do is make a small “Sure” as you parted ways, watching you and Nat link arms as you headed back into the Compound. He was too busy in his own thoughts when Sam gave him a long look. His mind was occupied with how your breath had felt against his neck when you hugged him, and the way you said his name.

You were definitely trouble.

October twenty fifth was the annual Stark Industries “Trunk or Treat”. It was a wonderful night filled with young children dressed as the Avengers and various other things, visiting trunks of employees and Stark himself to get their yearly candy. Thor and Bruce along with other security stood watch, while Nat and Clint passed out candy as Elsa and Kristoff from Frozen. Bucky and Sam were Ghostbusters, your head nearly exploding when the former and Steve both had said they’d never seen it. You had demanded Sam and Tony’s “Movie Buff” cards, mumbling something about “failing this city.” Whatever that meant.

And what was he doing this fair and crisp autumn night? He could ask himself the same thing, reaching to tug at the itchy orange ascot that clung to his neck tightly. The bell bottoms were a bit tight, the sweater vest threatening to pop at the seams at his wide shoulders. Your ex boyfriend had told you to keep it when he broke your heart right after you joined the team. It had been your dream to go as Daphne Blake and Fred Jones, certain you’d clean house at costume parties with your previous beau. That was until Fury got you the job and the jerk you had been dating for nearly three years told you he couldn’t deal with you making more than him and being stronger than him. Steve leapt, dived at the chance when you asked for his help, agreeing without knowing much about the Scooby Gang. You fixed that too, staying up til three in the morning with him the day of the event watching reruns of the famous cartoon. He pretty much had your laughter locked in his memory now, the way your hair moved when you threw your head back when Shaggy made another absurd food concoction. Your ex was a fool.  How lucky this guy had been to have you in the first place, only to mess it up royally later. It made his blood boil how much of your time he had wasted in the past. Steve would never treat you like he had, you deserved so much more than that. He admired you for your opinions and strength, how you could shut him up with cold hard facts when you got into heated debates. What a fool he was to lose you. You kept telling everyone you were better off, but he heard the crying on the other side of his room wall. Late at night. When you didn’t think anyone was awake to pity you.

So he helped you pass out candy from the back of your cousin’s panel van, the happy children scurrying off with their candy as he had to remind himself not to move to quickly lest his costume rip in a non-flattering way.

He asked you to Tony’s Halloween party that very night, saying he would get a bigger costume. You asked if it was a date to which he sheepishly confirmed. Your smile nothing short of blinding him, the kiss you placed on his cheek burning into his skin when you accepted. He was branded by you, instantly craving your attention and affection and conceding he would stop at nothing to earn it. He was a goner.

Halloween night came, you spending all day in a hurried disheveled mess as you baked countless treats for the party guests. Tony had insisted that the event could be completely catered but you were having none of it, busying yourself and not accepting any help. How you managed to pull it off in such a time crunch was beyond him, and he felt a certain sense of pride as you received dozens of compliments during the evening, your arm interlaced with his.

“I knew you could do it Doll, my ma would have killed for your recipes.”

“She brought you into this world Steve,” you beamed at him as you adjusted your own scratchy ascot, “She wouldn’t even have had to ask.”

The two of you won the contest, coming in second was Thor and Bruce’s in their absolutely wretched attempt at going as each other. He was addicted to your laughter about the whole ordeal though, Bruce’s wig specifically causing a riot throughout the night with everyone. Thor said he was flattered none the less. After the party he helped you back to your room, your inebriated nature meaning you needed assistance. You swore and stumbled out of your clothes on the way down the hall, the scene endearing to say the least. Steve could only shake his head, picking up your heels (torture devices you called them), purple thigh high stockings, red wig (and wig cap) as you went, tipsy and carefree.

“Does this mean we’re a couple now?” You asked, shoving your room door open with comical effort. “Cause we won the couple…couple contest. It’s only fair.”

“Sure sweetheart, I think I’d like that. But I would prefer to hear you say you’d like that when you’re sober, alright?”

“But I asked you already…” You looked so confused and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you senseless. Make you see how completely smitten he already was with you. But he just repeated himself and smiled.

You asked him to stay which he politely declined, only to be smacked in the face with a lime green ascot in response to his quest to remain respectful. All you had to do to win him over was give him a sad look, batting your eyes up at him and making all of his resolve cave. He stripped down to his white tank top and boxer briefs while you got comfortable under the sheets.

“You can sleep on top of the covers. Buck said you super soldiers run hot.”

He smiled while snuggling into you, hoping you wouldn’t pick up on his racing heartbeat when you shifted your weight, leaning your head back against his chest. “Why’s that Y/N? Afraid I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself?”

“No,” You mumbled, already half asleep when his arm came around you. “I’m one-hundred percent sure I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself.” He stiffened slightly, hearing you chuckle cheekily before falling into an easy slumber. He’d get even in the morning he decided.

November first came in a blink, Steve stretching at the first sign of sunrise. The bed was empty. Your bed was empty. He could faintly hear noise coming from the kitchen, throwing on his pants from the night prior and shutting the door behind him. The dark and sinister decorations were gone, replaced with bright and incredibly gaudy holiday lights and décor. He didn’t know they had twelve nutcracker statues, each eerily looking a lot like their real life Avenger counterparts. He chuckled at the sight of you, braid a mess and green and red striped pajamas covering you. His heart caught in his throat when you turned from the counter to face him, your beauty always managing to make his heart stop momentarily. Your feet padded across the floor as you sipped from your obnoxiously large ceramic mug shaped like a reindeer.

Your kiss tasted of peppermint mocha, the world drowned out as he returned it tenfold, tugging you close and spilling a hint of coffee onto his tank top.

“We’re so a couple Rogers,” You grinned after breaking away slightly, “So buckle up.”

You were trouble. But he definitely didn’t mind.

The end.

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[szopenhauer]

What type of friend are you?  funny mom friend so like... dad friend? XD 

Have you ever been friends with someone for longer than 7 years? nah

Do you have a family member you hate? could say so

Does your family accept who you are? it’s complicated

Have you ever puked in school or at work? luckily not

Do you hate puking or does it make you feel better? hate 

Have you ever coughed up blood? nope

Do you lie to your doctor? sometimes we all have to but nothing important

Have you ever been misdiagnosed? yup

Do you think you have an disorder but havent been properly diagnosed yet? that too

Is self diagnosing good or bad? depends

Do you think sex is overated? it is

Is it important for both genders to understand eachothers bodies? I’m not dating men, I don’t want to have a son and I am not a doctor so I don’t care about male bodies, sorry

If someone was a virgin and was raped, did they lose their virginity? ...

Have you ever dated someone more than twice your age? nooo

Have you ever been cut off by a bartender because you were too drunk? I don’t drink

Have you ever borrowed money from your mom & lied about why you needed it? I don’t think so

Have you ever dated someone just because they had money? no

Have you ever lied to your spouse about the money you spent shopping? it wasn’t a lie but I bend the truth a little 

Have you ever gone on a first date with no underwear? I might go without a bra but because I don’t wanna wear it and not because I might have sex 

Do you treat attractive people better than others who aren’t as attractive? nope

Are you more comfortable with friends that are less attractive than you? not less but not more as more attractive might make me feel insecure at times

Have you ever hated a job to the point that you tried to get fired? I would if they let me stay in few places but luckily they didn’t care much about me as their worker hahaha

Have you ever lied about your weight on a driver license? there is weight on a driving license? :o

Have you ever lied during a job interview? meh

Have you ever lied to your boss to get out of work? I exaggerated feeling sick once to not get a job in a horrible place if that counts

Have you ever lied under oath in court? I wouldn’t!

Have you ever bought alcohol for someone underage? I said NO

Have you ever switched tags on an item to pay less for it? I only took tag from an identical item, just different color, as someone tore it out before and I really wanted that particular color, so no

Have you taken any pics of yourself that you wont want your parents to see? umm... yeah ^^”

Did you ever tell your BF/GF you like their outfit when you really didn’t? there are different types of like - like as I would want to wear that myself and like as I enjoy it in general but also like it on particular person etc. 

Do you feel accepted by your BF/GF ’s family? could be worse lol

Do you lie about your age? what for if everybody think I’m younger anyway

Would you risk your life to save a total stranger? maybe

Have you ever trashed your ex’s car after an argument? hell no

Have you ever snuck out of the house to go out with friends? not really

Have you ever shoplifted? no way

Have you ever done something because of peer pressure you are ashamed of? yup Have you ever been embarrassed to introduce your parents to anyone? omg

Have you ever held back a well deserved compliment because you were jealous? I don’t recall

Do you guilt people into giving you what you want? hope not, I try not to, it’s manipulative and I already am seen this way due to my BPD so... 

Would most ppl consider you better than average looking? pfft Would you prefer to have hot body or high IQ? good health

Are you embarrassed to tell people your job? I’m ashamed to tell them that I don’t have a job 

Would you give up your car to save the planet? if I had one...

Are you more likely to believe a man or woman? woman :x

Has your credit card ever been declined? I don’t use a credit card

If you ran over an animal would you keep driving? oh no...

Do you think your parents are too critical of you? my mother is

Ever blame a sibling for something you did wrong? I usually have to take the blame for her instead

Have you ever accepted credit for someone else’s work? just my alters lmfao

Did you ever buy something expensive,wear it once and return it? I didn’t, I have no money to buy and no heart to act like this either

Have you ever re-gifted something? shitload of times

Do you really care about saving the planet for future generations? not for future ppl, just for itself

Do you own anything from IKEA? not furniture 

What was the last task that you required the use of scissors for? I just dropped them and let them lay on the floor under the table because I am unable to reach ‘em

Look around the room and name any item that’s grey. stuffed bad from Biedronka that I got on a flea market

Do you know what any of your close friends did yesterday afternoon? me and M. been spending time together while my parents were at home

Can you recall the last time you woke up in a bad mood? Why was that? I always do?...

Who was the last person to send you a message with a heart emoji? my gf obviously

Does your hometown have many good bookshops? none

What would be your typical outfit for a party? I don’t attend parties 

If your girlfriend/​​boyfriend broke up with you tonight, what would you do? oh...

last dream you had: K. 3D printed or smth almost identical album as the ones I had as a baby and her and my current partner gave it to me as a gift :3

do you think a lot of people think bad things about you? I aware of that

is your best friend pissing you off at this exact moment? I informed my father that I dropped scissors and now as I picked them up he asked me when and how they ended up there while I told him about it few minutes ago - I was more worried than annoyed tbh

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? she’s taking a nap

Sex ruins relationships, right? it can happen

Last person to stand up for you? hmm...

The last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? I lost count which is weird because I cry in front of my family members only (not even my grandma until I was a baby), I know that sometimes I cry in public but because I don’t give a fuck about strangers as much as I used to, close ones in the other hand... Nat hates the most when someone sees him so vulnerable

Something good going to happen tomorrow? doubt it

The last person you kissed hates you. Why? would have reasons

What do you usually do when the clock turns 11:11? it’s a secret you can unlock in a very high level of our relationship

Do you like your cell phone? it’s ok

So, what if you married the last person you kissed? we’re engaged so that dream ain’t that unreal

Have you ever had a really big fight with a best friend? uh oh

Do you plan on moving out within the next year? I wish

What are you listening to at the moment? mom and dad talking <rolling my eyes>

Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? or never

What’s your favorite high school memory? I have a bunch of those

Do you wish you had more money? absolutely

Team Jacob or Team Edward? team hate Twilight

Do you have a problem with bisexual, gay, or bicurious people? with bicurious maybe, definitely not gay

Have you ever held hands with the opposite sex? I have

Are you a patient person? weirdly unpatient Do you think you are a good person? am not

Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? ewww

Is there a difference between the word ‘best friend’ and ‘friend’? there is 

How was your week? rollerclaster XD

Does it bother you when an artist remakes a song that one has previously done? usually

When was the last time you cried? recently

What letter is the song you’re listening to under? M if vocalist/band B if title of the song

Would you rather visit the 60s or 70s? 60s I guess

Do your socks say anything on them? I have no socks with anything said on them

Name a TV channel that only has three letters in it. BBC

Gray or Grey? grey

Will you be buying concert tickets any time soon? I won’t

Have you seen the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Did you like it? yasss, it was fine

How many weddings have you been to? less than 5

When you smile, are you confident? I am not

Have you ever not done something because you were afraid of getting in trouble? of course

Was the weather beautiful today? it’s cold

Do you have to have a fan on when you sleep? I don’t own a fan Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? walls? orange 

Would you ever dye part of your hair blue? why not whole

Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours? I dislike it

Does/Did your school have a uniform? middle school only and that was a great idea

Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? not gonna

What’s your favorite thing to do? nothing

If your house was haunted, what would you do? depends

What’s worse: Slow internet or slow walkers? slow internet

Are you a fast or slow walker? which alter? :P

Do you usually have to wear a belt with your pants? I must buy belt for Nat

Are you usually the person to try new things with your hair? no comment

What age do you look forward to reaching? I live on borrowed air...

What exercise do you hate the most? awkward ones

Do you know anyone that has a gecko as a pet? no

What color shirt is your mom wearing today? she’s wearing a striped pajama and light blue sweater atm

Does any part of your body hurt right now? mor than one

Do you like Greek Mythology? not a fan

When was the last time you had Pepsi? ages ago

What was the last question you answered, not on surveys? it was more an order than a question coming from my mom 

Do you own anything Polo? used to

Do you know anyone with exaggeratedly big muscles? neighbor

What is your favorite endangered animal? are elephants still endangered?

Do you like to dance? kinda, from time to time Who was the last person who screamed your name? mom’s calling me again, grrr...

Which underwater creature do you find the most badass? what do you mean?

How do you usually find out what the weather will be like for the next week? someone tells me, I ignore them, they were wrong all along

Why have/haven’t you joined Twitter? I left as it was boring and irritating Are you good at rhyming? but don’t like to rhyme

When’s the last time you were woken up in an obnoxious way? lately it’s common

Why do you/don’t you enjoy horror movies? they’re disgusting and pointless

Do you have any celebrity’s perfume? I don’t use perfume

How well do you do at Scrabble? in polish or english?

Who is your favorite Scooby-Doo character? Velma I suppose

Have you ever played or been interested in playing World Of Warcraft? been interested, liked the movie

What kind of cake/other dessert treat did you have for your last birthday? nothing?

Who do you think does the best job at cartoon voiceovers? Jarosław Boberek 

Does your dad wear a watch all the time? years ago frequently

How much ice cream do you think you’d be able to eat before you got sick? only a bit

Do you know anybody under 40 with grey hair? I have some myself

Do you think you have the potential to be a good stalker? oh well...

Why did you read the last book that you read? I watched film and heard it has a different ending so wanted to check it out

Have you ever cross-dressed? clothes have no gender but I drew mustaches and such 

Which sport are you the best at playing? unihokej/floorball or however it’s called

Do you know anyone who has gotten pregnant despite using contraception? possibly

What would you do if you were in that situation? I’m an asexual and I’m into girls

Are you planning on buying a house in the near future? not possible

Do you prefer on-campus classes or online classes? online

What was your favorite family vacation you went on as a kid? personal

What’s something about you that others might find unpleasant or off-putting? my skin for example (not color)

What gaming consoles do you own? I only play PC and android 

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? been to ER few times

Do you know any lesbian couples? I’m in one ;)

Have you ever lived in an apartment building?  just when I was staying with my grandmother

What was the last topic you asked someone for their opinion or advice on? not sure which was last

Is your house visible on Google Street View?- barely

What’s the largest thing you currently have in your refrigerator? *shrug*

Do you know anyone who has never had a pet? I believe

Would you ever get a tattoo on your collar bone? no thx

Would you take the 3 minute beatdown to be in a gang? neither Do you check your texts right away when you receive them? not every single time, it’s impossible!

Does it make you uncomfortable when you receive a compliment? sorta, I think they’re lying/want something or make fun of me (even if just slightly teasing for fun)

When you are home alone at night and hear strange noises, are you afraid someone is going to break in? I’m more “ghost” type of person hahaha

Do you wake up cranky? mhm

What is on your wrists right now? sleeves

Are you a beach, country, or city person? country or small town

Are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? we are 

What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today? ex - I got a gift and found a shirt for Nat and myself :3

How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? -

Are you waiting for something? food

Something you do a lot? suffer

How many chances do you tend to give people before enough is enough? it’s not about the amount

What’s a fact about the last person you kissed? she likes hugs

How long have you liked the person you like? it’s a long story 

Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? not our last kiss

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? I worry

Have you ever given your ALL to someone who walked away?

Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? we kissed 

Are you one of those people who are always cold? not always but often

Do you tend to waste a lot of money? I still feel like it even tho I don’t, I thrift often but spend little for those trinkets

Did you sing at all today? może coś nuciłam, nie pamiętam, w headspace?

Would you rather be able to control the weather or control traffic? weather

Do you own any articles of clothing with skulls on it? gave it away to John

Are you faster at text messaging or typing on the computer? typing on the computer

In your opinion which is the stronger emotion: love or hate? hate

Tongue piercings - cute or trashy? trashy

When it comes to jeans: skinny, flared or boot cut? skinny

Would you rather be a star ballerina or a star break dancer? none

They say diamonds are a girls best friend; what do you say? I don’t care for diamonds

Has anybody ever told somebody one of your secrets? plenty of times

Do you get on better with funny or serious people? smth in between

Do you have mood swings around the time of the month? I don’t need period to have mood swings, it’s stereotypical!

Have your friends met the last person you kissed? aha

What if you got stuck in a lift with the last person who Facebook messaged you? we would end up having sex? jk

When/where did your last hug take place? today

Have your parents ever told you about their love lives, and any previous relationships they had before they met? kind of

Do you and your friends have any inside jokes? and with family 

When you listen to music, do you ever find that the songs affect your moods and change how you feel? no shit Sherlock!

What’s one thing about today that you didn’t like? don’t wanna talk about all that

Who is the last person that you said i love you to, besides family members? my fiancee

Would you ever go back to any of your past relationships? done

Do you still talk to the first person you kissed? we’re together again

Do you have a picture of you kissing someone? :D

What’s a cuss word you use often? there’s a whole list

Who’s the last guy you texted? dad

Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head? this question...

Do you remember the first conversation you had with the person you have feelings for? I remember how we met

Do you believe that people talk about you behind your back? ha!

If you had twins, would you give them rhyming names? yuk

What are you listening to? Tame Impala - Let It Happen

Did you do something mean to someone today? she deserved it!

Is there anyone that you wish was IN your life who used to be? babcia...

Give us a lyric from a song you’re listening to: The truth of it is it doesn’t get better than this

Is your birthday in less than 6 months? whoops

What brings out the worst in you? better not say that out loud

How’re you feeling right now? bad

Are you afraid of the future? very

Do you believe in true love? I’m trying

Do you believe that every one has a soul-mate? not everybody

Was today a good day? should be better

What woke you up this morning? woke up on my own

Do you look people in the eye when you talk to them? I don’t 

Have you ever played naked twister? wut...

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? not yet and don’t plan to keep it that long

Would you get in trouble if you came home drunk? that would be a shock to my family (and to me)

Do you ever think about things and start to worry? 100% of the time

Are you one to get annoyed easily? that me!

Is the last person you kissed yours? we don’t own ppl...

Was it a boy or a girl to text you first today? girl

Are you scared of spiders? am not

Do you hate the last boy who talked to you? I love my parent

Do you tend to make things complicated? not on purpose

Have you ever gotten to the point where you’ve said “I’m done trying”? gqe1gIQASGCK...

Do you think things will change in the next few months? I’m afraid for worse 

Do you like when people play with your hair? it’s strange

What are you wearing right now? bluzę w czarne i białe paski, zieloną bluzkę z długimi rękawami i szare legginsy z niebieskim wzorkiem

Ever feel like you have been replaced? more than once

Would you rather write a paper or give a speech? write

Are you lying to yourself about something? thx a lot for this ask...

Is the person you last texted single? she’s with me

Do you think any of your exes will eventually want to be with you again? tha hell

If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move to? just my own apartment

Which do you prefer, relationship or a one-night-stand? relationship

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Peter was so lost in his morbid thoughts that he completely forgot about watching the clock, nearly jumping out of his skin when the bell rang to end the period. He packed up his computer and books with shaking hands, kicking himself for not paying closer attention.

As Papa liked to say sometimes, he needed to get his head out of the clouds and be aware of his surroundings.

He managed to make it through the rest of his classes and Decathlon practise without further incident, although it took nearly every ounce of his strength to avoid launching his pen at Mr Harrington when he tried to give the team a pep talk towards the end. Peter was so used to his papa’s amazing and inspiring pep talks that while he was sure Mr Harrington meant well, there was just no way that he could compare when all he could talk about were students puking before the competition.

To Peter’s surprise, he found Uncle Sam and Auntie Nat waiting for him in the parking lot instead of his dads, his stomach dropping at the grim looks on their faces.

What’s going on now?

“Your dads are both fine, kiddo,” Uncle Sam said as soon as Peter climbed into the backseat, before he could even open his mouth. “They and the rest of the team just had to make an emergency trip up to the Compound, so Nat and I are gonna be in charge of keeping you alive for the evening, okay?”

“Okay, but what happened?” Peter asked. “What’s the emergency?”

“Tony got word that one of the defence drones fired about fifteen minutes before they were gonna leave to come pick you up, милая ошибка,” said Auntie Nat. “And since JARVIS couldn't give them a concrete explanation of what the drone had fired at, Steve decided that they should go and check it out in person.”

Peter’s deep frown was tempered only by Natasha’s use of his special nickname, one that had caused Uncle Bucky’s eyebrows to shoot up in shock the first time he’d heard Auntie Nat say it. Милая ошибка meant ‘sweet little bug’ in Russian, but apparently it also meant ‘sweet mistake’, which Uncle Bucky hadn’t thought was very nice until Auntie Nat explained that that was just one of the weird intricacies about the Russian language.

“Okay, but what do you mean JARVIS couldn't tell them what the drone fired at? Didn’t the video archive show anything?”

“Nothing ‘cept a giant blur,” answered Uncle Sam. “Almost looked like a sharp gust of wind if you ask me.”

“Except that it only triggered one of the drones,” said Auntie Nat. “Which means that whatever it was—”

“Would've had to have been moving pretty damn fast to be unseeable, especially by JARVIS,” Uncle Sam cut in. “And as far as we know, no human can move that fast.”

Peter’s heart leapt into his throat. “That we know of,” he repeated. “But what if—”

“Hey,” Auntie Nat said soothingly, reaching back to pat Peter’s knee. “It’s gonna be okay. Like Sam said, it was probably just a strong gust of wind or something, and you know your papa just likes to be cautious. And thorough, especially since the septre’s still being stored up there. He said they're just gonna do some quick investigating, maybe ask some of the SHIELD people if they saw anything, and then be back sometime tomorrow.”

Peter gave a reluctant nod, his mind swirling with various theories. “Yeah, I know Papa likes to be thorough. No one got hurt though, right?”

“Nah, no one got hurt,” said Uncle Sam. “Might’ve scared the hell outta some birds, but no one got hurt.”

“Okay. That’s good.”

The three of them ended up cooking breakfast for dinner at the request of Auntie Nat, who made some of the best French toast that Peter had ever eaten in his life, and then even made him a cup of hot chocolate afterwards while he was working on his homework. It wasn’t as good as Papa’s hot chocolate, but it still tasted good.

And she even kissed his forehead when she tucked him in, just like Dad and Papa always did. Like Peter had told Ned, anyone who thought Natasha Romanoff was just a heartless, cold-blooded former KGB assassin didn't know the real her at all. She didn't let very many people see her softer side, but to Peter she was the most sweet and loving woman he had ever met.

Peter had just pulled out his two laptops to start working on the HYDRA files when JARVIS announced that his dads were on the line. He quickly hid the computers under his blankets, running a nervous hand through his hair as he grabbed his tablet.

“Hey, buddy!” Dad said from the screen, with Papa sitting next to him in what looked like Dad’s lab in their Compound apartment. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, but what about you guys?” Peter said. “What’s going on up there?”

“Nothing that you need to be worried about, Peter,” Papa said, way too fast. “Dad and I are just checking up on a few things, okay? We should be back tomorrow in time to pick you up from school.”

Peter internally rolled his eyes. “Mmm, okay. But Uncle Sam said that one of the drones fired, so—”

“And so far we can’t figure out why, Pete,” Dad said firmly. “Which means it was probably just a glitch.”

“Or a warning shot,” Peter muttered, catching himself when Papa gave him a frown. “Nevermind. You sure you’ll be home tomorrow though?”

Papa and Dad both looked at each other, quirking their eyebrows in their silly silent communication thingy that both intrigued and annoyed Peter.

“If not tomorrow then definitely the next day, okay little guy?” Papa finally said. “We just want to make sure that Dad and Uncle Bruce have enough time to figure out where the glitch came from.”

And meanwhile, Uncle Clint’s probably perched up on the roof, watching for more “glitches”.

The full chapter will post on Monday, December 23rd 😊

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The Acquisition- Chapter 15

Parings: Business owner!Bucky x Reader (AU)

Summary: You are part of a business merger. Can you make it through with your heart still intact, or will The Winter Soldier tear you apart?

Warnings: None...that I can think of

A/N: Smut will happen one more time and that’s next chapter and then this story done! Also...it’s a day early. Have fun!

Word Count: 1968

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I can hear the men talking as I sit in the back of the car, disoriented. I know we are heading to the airport, but without being able to see where I’m going I feel so lost. I tried to speak once and a gun was pressed further into the side of my head. I twist my fingers in my lap; and when Pierce addresses me, I jump.

“Now, are you going to behave or cause a scene? I’d love a reason to tie you down. Siwell has taken a liking to you. I’m sure he would be happy to use your services before you get ruined in Thailand.”

“Why are you doing this? Why do you have to sell me at all? You’re getting what you want, aren’t you? Your weapon is being built now. You’ll be able to sell it and makes millions. Just let me go.”

I’m fighting back the tears as I sniffle. He clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “Poor little girl. James won’t stop until he is able to shut this deal down. With you in the mix, it’s making him choose between you and stopping this. He can’t have it both ways. He’s forced to choose.”

“Well, I can tell you that he’s going to stop you. I mean nothing to him.” The words sting as they leave my mouth. I know it’s a lie as soon as I say it, and apparently he knows too.

“You’re an idiot if you think he won’t help you first. We really lucked out in the grand scheme of things. We thought it was going to be harder than this.”

The car stops and I hear the door open. Jasper pulls me from my seat and pulls the bag off from my head. “If you make a scene, I’ll make sure Thailand looks like a vacation to you.”

My eyes adjust to the bright light as a woman approaches us. “Hello, my name is Natalie, I’ll be your co-pilot on this flight today. We are ready to go when everyone boards and straps in.”

I try my hardest to keep my smile in check. She came through!

“Where’s Donald?” Jasper inquires. “He’s always our co-pilot.”

“I’m afraid Donald is ill. Stomach bug or something. I assure you I’m perfectly capable of co-piloting and I have many years of flying under my belt. Would you care to see my credentials?”

He shakes his head. “No, just hurry it up. We’re on a deadline.”

“Oh, it looks like she’s bleeding,” she motions toward my arm and I see blood has stained the bandage.

“It’s fine. She’s fine.”

“Once we’re airborne, I’d like to take a look at it. I was also an EMT for some time. I can give her a fresh bandage and something so it doesn’t get infected.”

Jasper drags me with him toward the plane, and the thought of him having his slimy hands on anywhere but my arm makes me resist the urge to run. “Whatever, just get us in the air.” He forces me into a seat next to him and keeps his hand wrapped around my arm. The whirl of the engines becomes defining as the plane launches forward. I’m trying to hardest to stay calm because Nat said she had a plan if things went south. This is about as south as they can be.

We’re in the sky minutes later and the stewardess comes around with some drinks for everyone. She hands me a champagne and I gulp it down, asking for another one. Nat comes over a few minutes later with some bandages.

“I’ll take her to the restroom to clean her up and be back in a few.”

Jasper tightens his grip on my arm and glares at her. “You have five minutes.”

She nods and I practically jump from my seat and follow her to the back of the plane. She steps into an oversized room and I give her a small hug.

“How’s Bucky?”

“I haven’t heard from him or Steve yet, but I’m sure they’re fine. Have you ever jumped from a plane before?”

My eyes widen in horror. “Are you serious?”

“It was the only way to make sure they didn’t shoot you beforehand.” She hands me a pack and helps me strap it on. It hurts sitting over the cuts on my body, but I imagine being sold would be far worse. “We’ll go together and I’ll help you when it’s time to pull the chute.”

I shake my head almost violently, my legs barely holding me up. “I can’t do this Nat. I can’t jump out of this plane.”

She places her hands on my shoulders. “You have no option, Y/N. If you don’t do this you’re not getting out of this. There is a communicator in the helmet so we can talk. We have to go now, if we wait any longer they’re going to come and check.”

I nod and put the helmet on. I hope I don’t puke.

“Nat, are you ready? You need to go now,” A male’s voice on the other end says.

“Yeah, Clint. Opening the door in T-minus thirty seconds.”

“Who’s that?” I ask clutching her hand.

“The pilot and my good friend, Clint. He’ll take care of these guys and make sure they get what they deserve.” She slides the door open, the noise of the wind is so loud it’s deafening until she speaks again and I can hear her clearly in my ears. “Five, four, three, two, one, jump!” She pushes me out and jumps right behind. “Open your arms and legs, spread out your mass,” she tells me.

I close my eyes and let the feeling of weightlessness take over. I can feel the cold air hitting my face and body, but other than that...nothing. I’ve never felt so free before.

“Nat, are you guys alright? Y/N, are you okay?” It’s Bucky’s voice. I’m so happy to hear he’s alright that I choke on a sob.

“Now’s not a good time, Bucky. Get off the line, we will see you in a few minutes.” Nat commands when she sees my emotion.

“I love you, Y/N. I don’t expect you to say it, but I want you to know it. I’ll see you soon.” Did he just tell me he loves me, while I’m free falling from a plane? I swear, he has the worst possible timing ever!

Nat takes my hand in hers. “The cord is on your right, when I say pull, you pull as hard as you can. You’re going to be pulled back up as the chute opens. It might cause you a little pain, but you’re going to be fine. Ready?”

I nod and take the cord in my hand, holding the plastic grip tight. “Yes.”

“One. Two. Three. Pull!”

I pull the cord tight and the two of us stop our free fall suddenly as the chute pulls us back and slows our descent. I hold on to the thick paracord ropes that are keeping me strapped to the backpack.

“How much longer until we’re on the ground?” I’m getting anxious waiting to see Bucky, now that I know he’s alright.

“We should touch ground within three minutes. When we get close, I’ll remind you to tuck your knees. You don’t want to land standing upright, especially because the wind might catch the chute and drag you a little.”

“Great, now I have another thing to worry about.”

“Don’t worry, babe. I won’t let that happen. I can see both of you coming down, we’re at the landing point.”

“Bucky, tell me what happened.”

“When we get home we’ll talk about it. Just get down safe.”

The ground is close and I feel like I’m moving too fast, I’m definitely going to fall on my ass. I tuck my knees as she instructs and manage to land on my feet. Victory! Bucky and Steve coming rushing over. For a man who was shot in the leg, he seems to be moving at a good clip. I struggle to get out the backpack off and I know I pulled some stitches yanking so hard.

I run as fast as my wobbly legs take me and he scoops me up in his arms. I let the tears run down my cheeks as I bury my face in his shoulder.

“Shhh, babe. It’s alright. You did so well, exactly as planned,” he coos. I lift my head to look at him as he places me back on me feet. He tugs his fingers through my crazy, windblown hair and pulls me to him. His lips mold against mine and I breath him in as I open for him. He deepens the kiss, holding me close to him and we only break apart when Steve clears his throat. I smile shyly and drop my eyes.

“Nat, how did you manage to get to me? The plan was to get us out if things went south with my dad. There’s no way you could have known they were planning a flight.”

“Your phone was transmitting the conversations to me. I heard and recorded everything they were saying. When they mentioned a flight to Thailand, I called in a favor from Clint so we could stop them. Having high up connects comes in handy for more than just designing parties.” She smiles.

“What’s going to happen to them? Is Clint alright.”

“Yeah, he’s fine. He knocked them all out and they are going to be brought in by the FBI. With the recording I got it should be enough to put them away for a long time.” She looks between Bucky and Steve. “And Richard Landon?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Dead.” I inhale and he looks down at me. “He did it to himself when he realized he was compromised. I swear to you, I was not the one that killed him.” He runs his finger down the side of my cheek, soothing me.

“I know you wouldn’t have. What happens to his company now?”

He smiles, “You’re the primary shareholder at Landon Enterprises.”

My knees give out and he scoops me up into his arms before I hit the ground. This is all too much right now and the last thing I feel is being passed off to Steve before everything goes dark. I’ve never fainted so much in my life. I hope this isn’t the start of a recurring theme.

~~

I wake in my bed a while later. Bucky is sleeping next to me, with his arm wrapped around my waist. As I shift, he pulls me closer. I whimper in pain and he releases his grip, but doesn’t let go. His head is on my chest and I can feel his warm breath on me. I run my fingers over his head, playing with his hair, a gentle hum caressing my lips. He rubs his cheek against me and settles back down. I know he’s awake, his breathing changed and he tenses.

“Relax, Bucky.” I continue stroking his hair.

“I thought I lost you. I didn’t anticipate the plane and when I found out where they were taking you, I nearly lost it. If Nat hadn’t gotten there. If we didn’t tap her into your phone I don’t know what would have happened. I would have torn that country apart to find you, Y/N. Just know that.”

“I know you would have. I wouldn’t have stopped fighting to get back to you too.” I breath deep and continue. “Can we just do a small ceremony, just to make things official?”

He sits up and looks at me, his eyes bright. “You still want to marry me?”

“Well, yeah. I love you, Bucky.

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Unexpecting (1/?)

Super soldiers don’t get stomach bugs. No one believes you when you tell them you’ll be fine in a few more days, so your loving husband Bucky makes you go to the doctor. Turns out, you’ve got a parasite.

Words: 1,771

Warnings: I think there is a little language. But honestly, when have I written something without language?

Thank you Anoni for the idea and for being so kind! I’m so excited to see where this takes us! I know I said this would drop tomorrow, but I just couldn’t wait. 

Part 2

      Duck, dodge, punch. Weave, jab, miss again. Try not to puke. Left, right, right, duck. Down, slide, “NAT GET THE BUCKET!”

      Retching sounds filled the gym as you threw up for the third time that morning. You  groan as the convulsions stopped and you sat back, brushing loose strands of hair back away from your face. Nat bent down and offered you a cold rag for your forehead and neck.

      “Rough morning, huh?” she asked. Nat sat down beside the bucket, facing you. She put her hand on your head to check for fever, but pulled away with a shake of her head. “No fever. You’re eyes aren’t glossy…you’re cheeks are red but you’ve also been sparring for a good while. I’d ask about a stomach bug but you super freaks don’t really get sick.”

      “Well, maybe. I could be sick. I don’t think I need to worry about it though, ‘cause I’m sure it’ll pass soon. Maybe its food poisoning?” You asked.

      Nat raised her eyebrows at you. “Y/n, honestly. Food poisoning? For a week and a half? You might be super, but you’re super dumb. Go see Bruce or go to the clinic, please.” She paused to glance at her watch. “I’ve got a meeting in ten. Can you to get where you need to go?”

      You rolled your eyes and stood up. As you reached down to give her a hand up you said, “Hell fire, I’m not dying. I’m just a little nauseous this morning. It’ll pass and I’ll be fine.”

      “Go to the clinic. That’s an order.” Her tone left no room for argument, but her ranking compared to yours left her no leg to stand on as far as orders go.

      “I’ll get where I need to go, I promise.” Nat left the room and you headed for the bathroom to wash out the bucket. Once the bucket was clean and you had showered, you headed to your room. The place you really needed to go.

. . . . .

      Bucky was walking to the door to leave when you walked into your room. “Hey, baby. You headed to training?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around him. “You look good.”

      “Thank you, honey. Actually I’m headed to a briefing with Steve. We’re trying to get all the info together and in line for a mission coming up. Stevie can’t sign off on a job until he has all the information, you know.” Bucky chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter. He kissed the top of your head and paused. “Y/n…were you sick again? I can smell it on your breath.”

      “Wow Bucky, you can just tell me my breath stinks. I’ll go brush my teeth again, no biggie. Enjoy your meeting.” You slipped out of his arms and towards your bathroom but he caught your hand.

      “No ma’am. That’s not a real answer. You were sick and you don’t want to tell me. I’m going to call Bruce and ask him to come down here to check you out since you refuse to go. I can’t miss this meeting, but you need to see him. Do not, listen to me, do not leave this room until after Bruce comes to see you. I’m worried about you, babe.”

      You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine, Buck. I’ll go see him. Don’t call him away from the lab, that’s unnecessary. I’ll just go. If it’ll get you and Nat off my back, I guess it’s worth it.”

      “It’s been a week and a half. Go see him. I’ll see you in a few hours, my love. Please go get some answers.” Bucky kissed you and held you close, running his fingers through your clean hair. “I love you too much to see you be miserable when I know help is right around the corner. I’ll bring dinner back with me. I adore you.”

      “I adore you more. See you later babe.” Bucky let go and left, leaving you with your thoughts. You could just take a nap and tell him you went to the doctor, but he would find out. It really wasn’t worth the hassle to skip it. You changed into some comfy clothes and prepared yourself for an unpleasant meeting with Bruce.

. . . . .

      You walked into his lab to see him leaned back at his desk, staring off into space.  Gently tapping on the doorframe, you walked far enough in that he could see you without getting up.

      “Hey, Bruce? Can I ask you a favor? I haven’t been feeling so great. I was wondering if you could do some tests or something to figure it out.” You smiled softly and shrugged. “If you’re too busy, that’s totally cool and I’ll find someone else to do it.” Like Mr. Sandman. I’m sure a nap is all I need, you thought.

      He sat up and nodded. “Nat called. She said you would be coming to see me today. Would you mind having a seat over on that table and filling me in.” He gestured to a doctors table in the corner of the room. As you walked across the room, you smelled his tuna sandwich and your gut lurched. You dashed for the nearest trash can and dry heaved over and over. Once the wave of nausea passed, you wiped your mouth with a tissue from your pocket and stood back up.

      “Could you please cover your sandwich? I’m a bit nauseous. Have been for a while now. That’s actually why I’m here. I’ve been nauseous, typically in the morning hours. I’ve got headaches in the afternoons, and I’m a bit constipated. I’ve also had cramps and I’m really tired all the time. Bucky and Nat think I have some sort of stomach bug, but I’m not really supposed to get sick I thought. At least, I haven’t since the serum. I just want to know if I can take antibiotics for this or if I have to wait it out.” You heaved yourself up on the table and looked at Banner, waiting for some scientific revelation and answers.

      He looked you up and down, and then crossed his arms and leaned against the cabinet. “When was your last cycle?”

      “That’s not really relevant, is it? It was…at least a month ago. I should probably start in the next few days. Maybe it’s just period hormones. That’s probably it, so no need for tests and stuff. I’m just gonna go back and lay down for a while.” You moved to get off the table and Bruce put up his hand, signaling you to stop.

      “It could very well be that, but let me run some blood tests to make sure you don’t have something serious or something I can give you medicine for. Can you chill out with me for about thirty minutes to run some stuff? You can lay down on my futon if you want to take a nap.”

      Your shoulders drooped and you held out your arm. “Take what you need, Doc. I’m here to make Bucky happy and get Nat off my back, and if I leave now you’ll be all over me too.”

      Banner grinned and nodded, and then got to work. After he filled a couple vials, he led you over to the couch and gave you a blanket. “Here. I’ll wake you up when I’m done.” Before your head could hit the cushion, you were asleep.

. . . . .

      “Y/n, wake up. Wake up, we need to talk.” The tone of Bruce’s voice sent a cold chill down your spine. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. He was standing in front of you with a few papers in hand.

      “What do I have? Strep? Flu? The plague?” you joked, trying to get him to smile.

      “No,” he said as he rolled his chair in front of you and sat down. “You have a parasite.”

      Your eyes got as big as saucers. “A parasite? How bad is it? How do we treat it? Where did I even get it from?”

      “It’s not the worst thing in the world. It will feed off of the nutrients you’re getting from your food. It’ll make you nauseous and your back hurt, and maybe your feet will swell. Really, there isn’t much we can do about it. It’ll come out in about… eight months I’d say. And as far as where you got it from,” he said, a smirk spreading across his face, “I think you have Bucky to blame.”

      “What? What the hell does that mean? How did Bucky give me a parasite? Why aren’t you worried about this?” You stood up and began to pace. You were freaking out. How could he be so nonchalant about a parasite? “Bruce, I can’t live with a parasite. What can I do about this? Does Bucky have them?”

      “Bucky certainly does not have one and will never have one. If he does, we will have several other things to discuss. Here, just look at your chart.” He passed you the stack of papers.

      Highlighted, about half way down, were the results from one of his tests.

      PREGNANCY: POSITIVE

      “Bruce. This is not funny.” You sat down heavily and rested your free hand on your flat stomach. “I can’t have kids, Bruce. The doctors told me I couldn’t.”

      He shrugged and stood up. He moved the chair and bent down to give you a hug. “Congratulations. You’re going to have a miracle baby. I won’t tell a soul, and I deleted the tests. You’ve got the only proof in your hands. I wanted you to be able to tell people in your own time.” He straightened back up and helped you to your feet. “I think you should go take a nap in your own bed now. Do you want me to walk with you there?”

      “No,” you said in a dazed voice. “Here. Take these papers. Burn them. I don’t want Bucky to see them on accident.” You dropped the papers to the ground before Bruce had a chance to grab them and you shuffled out of the office like you were in a trances. What just happened? You never thought you were going to be pregnant, so you never used protection. You had no idea what Bucky was going to think about this. “I’m pregnant,” you whispered as you opened the door to yours and your husband’s room. “I’m actually pregnant. What now?”

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Crave Ch. 7 (Bucky Barnes)

Summary; The Asset.

Makes it sound like there was only one, doesn’t it? One assassin, one soldier, one life stolen and taken over to be used as a tool for evil minds. There was never only one. Hydra’s bloodstained hands, people called them. And once one’s hands have been bathed in blood so many times, it’s near impossible to look at the skin and not see red. Yet, when Hydra has been pushed out into the open by the Avengers there’s the slightest flicker of hope for the asset left behind. You see, I never had a Steve Rogers. No one is looking for me. The only person I’ve ever had is the one I was trapped with, the one that’s now free. The one who, if he finds me, I will surely destroy.

A/N; This took forever, but I hope you all enjoy this series!

Warnings; Language, secrets revealed, death.

Words; 5,309

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Chapter Seven

The Mission

Since I ate earlier than I normally would’ve and ate so little, my puke is sparse. Still, I wake up slathered in cold sweat and empty my stomach into my prepared trashcan. Despite being quiet, Bucky walks in the same time he did the night before. This time I don’t bother threatening him.

“How’d you even know?” I breathe, wiping my mouth and tying the trash shut before standing. He sighs with a frown on his face.

“I know you, doll.” He tells me simply and walks over, folding me into his arms and letting his black tank wick away my sweat. After I’ve stopped trembling, he releases me. This time, I take care of my trash myself. James follows me like a shadow back into my room and watches me brush my teeth. “Is this going to be a tradition now, Rosie? I come in to find you on the floor throwing up your guts just to comfort you and have it happen again tomorrow?”

I spit into the sink and rinse before looking annoyed back up at him. “It’s not like I enjoy it, James. What do you want me to do? Chug Nyquil? Dose up on other drugs?” He rolls his eyes.

“Let me stay here. Then at least it’ll cut down on travel time.”

“You sleep next door.”

“Exactly. Those fifteen or so steps really take it outta me.” Now I roll my eyes. James steps further into the bathroom and shakes his head at me. “Honestly, Rosie. You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Except leave it alone, apparently.” I sass and get out a change of clothes as he stares at me with disdain. Black spandex and a tank-top. It’ll be best to go under my suit.

“The hell are you doing?” Bucky asks as I change in front of him and toss my bra at his feet. Standing, I breeze past him.

“Being productive.” He follows me out of my room and down the stairs, sighing heavily all the way so I know he disapproves. “Look, shut your trap or go away. Jesus.” He’s silent from then on. We walk into Tony’s workshop and my eyes instantly fall on the curly haired man circling a hanging suit. “Tony?” Sleepy hazel eyes turn to me and Bucky, then his eyebrows pop up.

“And what have you two been doing?” He asks teasingly and walks over to us.

“Nothing at all. Is this the suit?” I answer and ask all at once, walking towards him and accepting his arm around my waist. Pretty sure he needs me to keep him standing. He nods.

“Yup.” He pops the p. “Like it, Red?” Red indeed. The armored chest, torso, shoulders, and vambraces are a deep, blood red with deep black v’s throughout to make it easy to move. The rest is smooth and black, including the combat boots Tony showed me earlier. “I’ve got holsters ready to go and the guns to fit them. Want to try it on?”

“Are you kidding? Of course!” I squeeze his arm and make sure he’s sitting soundly in a chair before walking up to the suit. It falls into my hands and I’m shocked by how supple the black material is.

“Tell me if you need help, doll.” Bucky flirts as I turn my back to them for a small semblance of privacy. My legs slip into the bottom easily enough and I secure the waistband around my waist. Turns out my tank top isn’t necessary and I carefully slip it off, tossing it in Bucky’s general direction. The top has more than enough support for my breasts, especially when I tighten the small buckles on my side. Sleeves extend to my hands over my knuckles and with a strap over my thumbs. The cuffs on my legs end at my ankles. Turning, I hold my hands out to my side when I face the men, taking my hair out of its bun and letting my shining ember curls land on my shoulder atop the blood red and black suit.

“Well?” I ask, but both men just stare at me. Bucky smiles first and it’s a slow, proud, sexy as fucking hell, smile.

“Damn, doll. I’d happily let you murder me in that.” He tells me and I grin but roll my eyes as I step down from the platform. “Nice, Stark.” He claps Tony on the shoulder and that seems to shock him back into his body.

“I second that, although murder isn’t the first thing that popped into my mind.” Bucky frowns when Tony smirks and I shake my head at the two of them. “Come here. You’ll need your combat boots and vambraces.” I just barely catch the black socks he tosses at me and sit in his seat to put them on. Tony grabs the boots and vambraces while I glance at Bucky humorously. My eyes turn to Tony when I feel him slipping the boots on my feet and I can’t resist laughing.

“Tony, I can put my boots on myself.” I insist and he smiles softly up at me.

“Alright, alright.” He relents and I easily slip my feet into the boots, although Tony quickly ties the laces for me. Vambraces come next and once those are secured I’m nearly done. Standing, I flex and move around a little to get used to the feel and how it moves.

“This is so badass.” I breathe and both men grin.

“You haven’t even seen your reflection yet, doll.” Bucky points out and moves out of the way of the glass door so I can see myself. The costume perfectly conforms to my every curve, including nicely supporting my girls. The dark red brings out the color in my hair, making it seem darker than it is. The dark circles under my eyes make me look dangerous and my boots give me just enough lift that I’m just below Bucky’s height. It’s fucking awesome. James comes up behind me with a satisfied smile. “Not too bad, huh?” He asks and I find I look better with him beside me. Feel better. I turn away and meet his blue eyes.

“No. Not too bad.” His brows furrow slightly at the look in my eyes, but I quickly turn to Tony before he has the chance to read what’s there. Tony lifts his hands holding sheathes and holsters.

“Accessorize.” Laughing I nod and reach out, but Bucky’s quicker.

“I think I remember where these go, doll.” He tells me with a smirk and bright eyes. I swallow as he falls to his knees and lets the pile pool on the floor. His hands travel up my right thigh and I watch, helpless to prevent him and now oblivious to everything else in the room. Blue eyes, ironically, burn into mine as he secures the first holster high on my thigh, then lets his fingers slide down to grab the next. Another goes on my left thigh, just as high and he does it with the same amount of tenderness. Two knives then go into both boots before he stands and moves closer, securing a belt on my hips with two small holsters in the back. “Did I get everything right, Rosie?” Our noses are a toothpick’s width apart when he asks and with this suit on, with him here, I feel invincible. I put a hand on his chest and crumple his shirt in my hand.

“You forgot…nearly all the actual weapons.” I tease and push him back, turning towards a surprised Tony.

“You two…you two need a locked room and a couple days. Alone.” He shakes his head and I hear Bucky chuckle. “Here are your weapons, Red.” Tony nonchalantly sets each in their proper place. Two knives in each vambrace and guns in each holster, extra clips on the belt around my hips. “Oh, and I nearly forgot.” Tony spins and opens a drawer, grabbing two pieces of cloth. Black, with red swirls all along the edge to the triangular point. Tony walks over and tie one around my hips, above the belt, and the other in the same place on the other side. The points trail down my thigh and stop at my knees. “The material absolutely won’t break, so use it whatever way you like. Shit. I did such a good job.” He looks me up and down with a joyful grin.

“You really did, Tony.” I step towards him and peck his cheek.

“Wouldn’t mind one of those.” Bucky elbows me lightly and I roll my eyes.

“Earn it.” I poke fun at him. “When do we head out anyways?” The question is directed at Tony, but when I turn to him he’s turned away. Then I notice the slight beeping noise.

“Sooner than anticipated. The energy just spiked again.” Tony reports. Bucky steps to his side and scans the blue screen.

“Guess no one gets to sleep in today. Stark, the alarm.” Bucky turns towards me as Tony starts that god-awful blaring with the press of a holographic button. James’ hardened face softens slightly when his eyes meet mine. “Time to go to work, sugar.”

*     *     *     *      *

An hour later we’re in the quinjet on our way to Ukraine. Everyone is suited up and ready to go and we all look so damn badass. I felt like the shit walking onto that jet with everyone ready to go, looking cool.

Turns out, it’s ten fucking hours to Ukraine.

So, our badass team is sitting down in various places in the jet to wait out the time until we actually get to kick ass. In ten hours. A toxin free knife in my hand, I twist and turn the cold blade over my fingers out of boredom. Natasha walks over from standing with Steve and slides gracefully to the floor across from me.

“I didn’t even have coffee this morning, Nat.” I complain and she smirks.

“Join the club. Although, seeing a bit of snow is a little something that might brighten my day.” She allows, but my eyes turn to Bucky at the mention of snow. He’s next to Steve, but I know his eyes are more than often on me. Our eyes meet and I consider his. Honestly this’ll most likely be harder on me than him, but still. Worrying about him is something I’ve grown far too used to to give up now. I get up and slide a hand over Tasha’s shoulder before walking to James.

“Hey.” I greet him and Steve glances at me from the helm, but he seems to know I’m talking to Bucky. He turns to face me with the smallest of smiles.

“Hey you. Ready for this?” He asks and my smile comes easy.

“Ready? I was made for this.” We share a secret sparkle in our eyes before I speak again, “Are you ready?” I ask, knowing Bucky wasn’t made for this, was never made for a life like this. He was forced into it. He adjusts his stance, metal hand clinging a little tighter to the handle above him.

“Ready as I ever am for this shit.” He allows and his lips turn up when he sees Steve smile.

Steve makes a sharp curve back and forth and grins when everyone protests. Bucky and I smile at him. “Then let’s get this done.”

*     *     *     *     *

Steve repeats the plan in the jet before landing a few clicks away. Smirking, Natasha and I claim the motorcycles to leave the men to choose who they’re riding with. This backfires slightly when Bucky struts right over to me and slides onto the motorcycle with the skill of an experienced rider, sidling snugly up to me and joyfully wrapping his arms around me. Sniggering, Natasha and Steve mount their own. Warm lips press through my thick curls and slide from my neck to the edge of my suit collar while the rest of his body moves ever closer to mine. My heart beat kicks up a notch.

“This is familiar, hm?” He murmurs and my eyes shut just for a second to bask in him. We’re molded to one another and the situation is exacerbated by his pulling himself to me all the time by my waist. Snapping my eyes open, I start the bike and we get going. Snow flies behind us as we drive beside Nat and Steve into the infected town.

It’s grey, very grey, but I’m actually surprised by the amount of green. Pine trees surround us on the way in and there are some scattered around the abandoned city as nature slowly reclaims it. Blocks called buildings surround the main street as we zoom down the lightly snowed on asphalt. Every building is concrete, or at least every building left standing is. I reach up to my ear and turn on my coms.

“How do we know where the energy signal came from?” I ask and await an answer from the rest of the team.

“Because it’s still on. Keep heading north towards the Ferris wheel, that building to the left?” My eyes zero in on a grey block about half the height of the Ferris wheel itself. “That’s where you’re headed.” Tony ends and I nod to myself. “You four are going to have to dive deep for this one. As far as I can tell, there’s nothing on any floor. You’ll have to go underground.” I hear Bucky grunt and I frown.

“Great. No aerial support then, am I right?” He asks.

“Right. We’ll keep an eye on the building from out here, but that’s all we can do. Ya’ll alright with that?” Sam asks and I feel Bucky’s hands inexplicably tighten on my hips. That’s when I realize he’s more worried about me than I realized.

“Came all this way, right?” Steve poses and Natasha hums her agreement.

“Wouldn’t want to waste a trip.” I lend my words just as we come up on the concrete prison. After we’ve dismounted our motorcycles silence descends and I feel a prickling on the back of my neck. A glance at James tells me he feels it too. This place feels sick.

“I suggest we move fast and stealthy. Spend the least amount of time here possible.” Natasha suggests and we all nod in agreement. Carefully, we walk into the concrete colossus.

It’s surprisingly bright in here. All the windows have been broken and sunlight streams in from the late morning sun to cast gold light throughout the abandoned building. Since Stark cleared the top floors our little group heads down to the basement to try and find a way to go deeper. A soft tap on my ear has me turning, and nearly punching, Bucky in the face. He taps his own ear to turn his coms off too.

“How’re you doin, doll?” He asks softly, aware of Natasha and Steve just meters away. My shoulders rise and fall cautiously, my every movement tailored to be slower and more careful in this dangerous environment.

“On edge.” I return, eyes snapping up to him, live with life and fire. James lets his eyes hold steady to mine for a few moments before he nods. “You know this is always where I thrived, James. I was always better than you.” I assure him, joking a little, but he only frowns.

“And you think that isn’t concerning to me?” He whispers as I tap my ear and he copies me. A sharp whistle calls our eyes to Natasha and Steve in the middle of the room, a perfect cube of the floor now missing to reveal a stairway leading into dimly lit confines.

“Who’s first?” Steve asks with a teasing smile and I step up.

“Ladies first.” I wink at him and smirk at James rolling his eyes before grabbing onto the edge of the square and simply swinging past the stairs into the hallway. It’s all concrete and metal with no windows down here. There’s no light excepting slightly swinging and flickering florescent ones hanging from the ceiling. Straightening from my crouch, I feel Bucky behind me and only then do I move forward. This is far too familiar to be healthy for either of us. The first door we reach is wide open and looks like it was cleared recently. Metal tables littered with empty glass beakers, some shattered, and some only cracked. “Clear.” I murmur, my fingers glancing over my gun with trepidation. Steve and Natasha move on while my eyes are caught on a rolling metal table that seems eerily familiar.

“Rosie.” James breathes as I walk further into the room towards it. It’s in the back of the room, pressed suspiciously into the middle of the concrete wall. “Rosie, what is it?” James asks and I can hear him getting nervous, but I just can’t keep away from it.

“Something is wrong with this.” My hands hover on either side of the small cart, flashes of red puddles all over it making my stomach roil.

“Then leave it the fuck alone.” Bucky warns as I roll it to the side. “What the fuck I just say?” He snaps, but his frustrated expression disappears when I point at the slight glimmer of white between the floor and the wall. Carefully, I slide my hands all over the wall until I find the smallest indentation in the otherwise frictionless surface. My thumb digs into it and suddenly it gives way, then the wall shudders. I stumble backwards as the entire wall slowly shivers its way into the floor. My heart chills when all I see in the hidden room is white. Pristine white.

“Stay here.” I bid Bucky and tap my coms before taking out a gun from my thigh holster.

“Like hell.” He counters and follows close behind me, his own gun steady in his mismatched hands. My heart starts palpitating and I don’t have enough mind to scold him. This new room is a fourth the size of the last and also has a few metal tables throughout it with…drains…in them. As well as in the middle of the floor. Needles decorate these tables and various liquids I avoid spill out onto the cold surfaces. “What is this?” Bucky asks quietly and I swallow when I see a shockingly dark, grey door in the corner of the room.

“Dissection and experimentation room.” I recite, my voice only now getting shaky. “I’m going to need you to watch my back for a minute. Stay here and watch the door.” I instruct and put a hand on his hands over the now hand-warm metal of his gun. Our eyes meet and I see the concern shimmering just under his baby blues. “I’ll be right back.” My hand squeezes his and he waits another beat before nodding once.

“In and out, doll.” He tells me as I turn towards the grey door. Already off kilter from the familiarity of that metal cart and the white room, I don’t look forward to whatever’s behind this door. My hand is sweaty and slips slightly on the knob before I finally turn it and carefully push it open. This room has no lights in it. It’s a little bigger than the bedroom back at the facility and the only thing lighting up the room are blue, cylindrical tanks on the far wall. There are things floating in each tank but I can’t make out what they are from this distance. I take a step forward and the smooth concrete shifts under my foot, falling about an inch. Instantly, I spin only to watch the door shut in Bucky’s panicked face.

“Dammit.” I curse and wince when I hear Bucky’s left-hand slam into the door. “I’m fine!” My eyes scan the room, but nothing else is happening.

“Rosie, I don’t like this. I want you out!” He slams against the door again and I hear the knob jiggle, then him rip it off.

“James, I’m fine.” I press myself against the door so he can hear me. “I’ll take a look around this room then we’ll figure it out. Don’t give yourself a pulmonary.” My fingernails tap on the metal door before I push off it and walk towards the blue tanks. Careful now where my feet fall, I approach the tank all the way on the right first. I’m within feet of it before I realize what it is. Panic and despair wash over me like water and I rush to the glass, pressing my hands against the cool surface. A scream rips its way out of me in agony, but the little one doesn’t make any move that it heard. Little eyes remain closed, little fists remain closed, and its chest remains still as it always has. “NO!” I shout and nearly pull back a fist to break the glass. My knees hit the hard concrete as I fall forward, my hand sliding down the glass with a screech.

“Rosie?” Bucky questions worriedly from outside and I just barely hear him hit the door again. Suddenly, blue light emanates from beneath my hand, scanning up and down. “Rosalie!” He shouts and now the dull thump of him hitting the door is near constant. I relinquish my hand immediately, but it seems too late.

“Asset number two recognized.” A man’s voice speaks over the intercom as my now wet eyes look at the other three cylinders, finding a small baby of varying weeks floating inside them. “Ah, sweetheart.” My blood runs cold at the sound of that horribly familiar voice. Gathering my feet under me, I put a gun in each hand. “I knew you’d come back eventually. You always did.”

“You mean you always let me think I was free just to reel me back in by the hook in my mouth.” I spit, watery eyes unable to break from the sight of the children. “What is this? You’re dead.”

“Only my body. A long time ago we downloaded Zola’s consciousness into computers, so it wasn’t that hard to do it for me. I wanted my voice to be the one you heard when you came back, sweetheart. Tell me, did you bring Barnes because you couldn’t stand not to, or because you hoped he’d die? To sever the connection?” There’s thinly veiled glee in the ghost’s voice that worries me. I still don’t know his angle. Pierce was never one for games unless they benefited him.

“You never broke him, you know. He was always himself, in the end. You have no clue how much of himself he always held onto. I almost wish you were alive so you could watch him tear apart the empire you built with him as your tool. Almost.” He chuckles and I’m very close to just shooting everywhere and trying to hit an intercom. “Tell me, why did you keep them?” My voice breaks and my hands tremble. Gritting my teeth, I hold the guns tighter.

“Who? The children? Obvious, isn’t it? Had to figure out where we went wrong if we were going to continue the project. Turned out fruitless…but you know that already don’t you Asset?” I swallow the growing agony in my throat. “Besides, I’d never just casually throw out any mixture of you and Barnes’ DNA.” Every beat of my heart seems to thrust knives through my veins. I’ve tried so hard to bury this, so hard to forget. “That’s what really did you in.” The automated nightmare sighs. “Seems a mother’s instinct is harder to wipe out than we thought, but Barnes on the other hand. He never even knew, did he? Did you ever tell him, sweetheart? That he had four children he doesn’t remember? That your connection was manufactured by our scientists for an experiment?” A sob rattles out of my chest and I shoot each glass container until they break. The liquid sloshes out onto the floor along with the children. Silence, blissful silence, descends on the room. I fall to my knees, untying one of the cloths around my waist and placing each inside it before wrapping them up.

Clutching the precious cargo to my chest, I listen to Bucky screaming for me on the other side of the door and let my tears fall. “I guess not.” The voice returns and another scream, this time of rage and loss, rips its way out of my throat.

“Why? Why are you doing this? There must be a purpose.” I ask desperately. A dark laugh echoes throughout the room.

“There’s no one here, Asset. There were, but a day is plenty of time to move out. Leftover energy spikes were made by me. I knew the team would arrive and if Barnes was there, I knew you couldn’t be far behind. Little does your ragtag team know, this building is set to blow in only a minute. Thanks for wasting all your time talking to me, sweetheart. See you in hell.” My eyes widen and I’m up in a second, tapping my ear for coms.

“Listen, listen to me. There’s a bomb in the building that’s set to blow in a minute. You all need to get out of here now. Steve, you have to get James out.”

“What? How do you know?” Steve asks but I can tell by his voice that he’s running, Natasha no doubt beside him.

“You’re just going to have to trust me this time. Bucky and I are in the same room we went into first, Steve, you have to get him out.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving you here.” James growls over coms and panic shoots through me.

“You will. James, so help me you will.” I tell him, trying to keep my voice as clear as possible.

“Come on, Rosie. If we work together we can break the door! Come on!” He yells and I wince, feeling the weight of our children in my arms even more keenly.

“I can’t. I can’t do it.” I breathe in despair, staring down at their faces and almost smiling. It just looks like they’re asleep.

“Baby, baby, I know you can. Come on. You’ve got to do this for me. I’m not leaving without you. You save yourself and me or I die with you. Simple as that. Always. That’s always how it’s going to be. Now, is that day today?” Bucky tells me breathless. Tears litter my cheeks and my heart aches, but…I can’t let him die. I can’t let him die.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I tell them as I lay them gently down, still wrapped in the red and black cloth. I can’t let him die. “What do you want me to do?” His sigh of relief comes over the coms and tries soothing me.

“Reach up to the top and tug down. We’ve got to try and bend the metal. On three.” I reach up and just barely find purchase on the top of the door. We both count in our heads and tug down. The metal creaks and pulls down an inch. “Alright, baby, keep going. Come on, doll.” On three again, we tug down and it shifts two inches. Again and again and again we pull until there’s about a foot of space.

“We have to go!” I hear Steve’s voice far away. Quick as I can, I hold both of my arms out and James reaches in, dragging me out of the hole. When my feet hit the floor, I look back in just for a moment as my heart cries out.

“Rosie, now!” Bucky yells as the building shivers. We grab each other’s hand and start sprinting out behind Natasha and Steve. We all dodge chunks of building as we maneuver around the tables and up the stairwell. Our hands release each other when we reach the ground floor and we have to roll away from a block the size of a car falling. “Go, go, go!” He yells and only by his insistence do I do so. Steve smashes through a window with his shield and James jumps through first to cushion the rest of us. Natasha moves to go next but the floor begins to collapse under her and Steve.

“No, no, no.” I am not losing anyone today. Sprinting over, I’m just in time to catch Steve’s arm as a block falls into the hall below. “Leave!” I scream at Natasha when she doesn’t move. “Leave and make sure he doesn’t come inside!” She waits just another moment staring at my eyes before diving out. I look down at Steve and clasp both hands around his forearm as I wait to pull until the block just above and behind me falls.

“Get out of here!”

“Shut the fuck up!” I shout back and yell as I pull him up just in time for the shield on his back to take the brunt of the impact of the block.

“Ah, shit! My leg, Rosalie.” I glance over and see a chunk of pipe with a hunk of cement on the end shoved like a lance in his thigh.

“Jesus Christ.” I curse and wrap his arms around my shoulders, taking his shield on my arm. Now surrounded by rubble and more coming down on top of us, I’m forced to climb higher to another window. Rough edges bite at my arms and hands as I climb and I’m sure Steve is suffering strapped to my back. “Brace yourself.” Steve only groans. Once we’ve finally reached the second floor I don’t waste time storming forward and crashing out the window shield first. We shoot out like a bullet and I hold the shield down so we’re semi protected from the impact, but I’m not protected against the impact of the shield against me. Groaning, we disconnect and I’m quick to release the shield and look at Steve’s calf.

“Not…too bad…” Steve pants, glancing back at me. My eyebrows pop up as the other two sprint over to us.

“You’re something fucking else.” I shake my head and mercilessly take the pipe out.

“Rosalie Warren, I don’t know whether to kiss you or kill you.” Bucky breathes and slides a hand over my back, the only part of me that isn’t bloody.

“The building is still falling, we need to get out of here.” Natasha says rapidly. My head shakes again.

“Little preoccupied. Take the shield and cover us.” Natasha grabs it and squints in the direction of the dusty blocks as I whip off the other cloth around my hips and tie it around Steve’s wound. “Okay, we’ve got to go.” Bucky and I duck under Steve’s arms and carry his limping form to the motorcycles.

After making sure he’s firm with Natasha, we speed through the city until we’re a decent distance away. Then we just stop and watch it fall. I dismount and stand in the open air for a while, letting the cold breeze chill the tears still drying on my cheeks. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, the sadness is coming back to bite at my heels. I hear the bikes shut off and open my eyes just before James puts his hands on my cheeks for his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

“Are you okay?” He asks, dust and bits of cement raining from his dark waves. The building still settling into the earth behind him, I can’t possibly say anything. My head only shakes as I step forward and press my face into his warm neck and my arms around his waist. His arms instantly hold me closer and he rests his cheek on my hair, letting me cry into his uniform.

Chapter Eight