#thats why scrawny & holding out for a hero are there

[bumbleblurr]

ok y'know what. Sharing my blurrbee (and blurrbee related) playlists bc i finally rearranged them so they're presentable

[ducknotinarow]

💜 SteveNina

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"Captain Steven Grant "Steve" Rogers is a World War II veteran, a founding member of the Avengers, and Earth's first known superhero. Rogers grew up suffering from numerous health problems, and upon America's entry into World War II, he was rejected from serving in the United States Army despite several attempts to enlist. Rogers ultimately volunteered for Project Rebirth, where he was the only recipient of the Super Soldier Serum developed by Abraham Erskine under the Strategic Scientific Reserve. The serum greatly enhanced Rogers' physical abilities to superhuman levels. After Erskine's assassination and being doubted by SSR head director Chester Phillips, Rogers was relegated to performing in war bond campaigns, where he posed as a patriotic mascot under the moniker of Captain America." She recited, it was memeeoized at this point information that took up space in her head that maybe could have been used for something else and yet she shrugs her shoulders and crosses her arms.over chest. "If that sounds like a school report it's cause it sorta is. I can't tell yas the amount of times I did a report about the guy through out my schooling days." She admits."but it seem like the best place to start."

"For long as I can recall that's hiw I saw him. This hero in history that went against the odds and used what happened to him to become the hero we knkw today. The man thar came out of the history books and into the future. I always found his story to be." She trails off closing jer eyes she didn't knkw the right word to convey what she meant here. “I guess a lot of things to me personally, something about this guy seen as a loser not likely to achieve or amount to much. He never let that stop him he kept going despite all the claims against him. We’re most would stand up and fight for what they believed was only right? This small little guy would. He got the chance once he was finally seen for his ture worth and finally got to become the hero he was deep down.” There’s a near enough sparkle in her blue eyes as she smiles talking him up. “I looked to him and I guess that’s why I wanted to know every I could about him, I tried to be like him because…I wasn’t worth anythin’ either t people. Just another kid in the system bounced around. Seen as someone who woulda amount to nothin’ if this scrawny lil guy from Brooklyn could try and say otherwise then why couldn’t I?” She posed her question “I’d say then he was my hero but in truth he was just an idea, my idol he didn’t become my hero till much later in my life. Not because he saved me from a hydra experiment.”

Though she figures that was why most would think she would call him that “No because..he did the same for me. Everyone saw some screw up someone no worth the time, someone who needs to think with her head and not the thing in my chest. Pops saw I had more in me he took a chance on me. I was just greatful for that but he took me under his wing offered to train with me to learn how to handle th serum in me now. That was already more than enough I got to know him and in truth? He’s a massive dork.” She laughs and need to holds her side when she dose. “He has no idea how tech today works, he’s so old fashioned, he tells the lamest and corniest jokes." He smile softens "he adopted me. I was close to being too old for that but." If she allowed her self she would get misty eyed right now "he took me in as his kid and...I never had a proper parental figure but pops? That why he's my hero yeah he inspired me and helped me when I need ta be rescued but what he did to be my hero? He accepted me he gave me a home. Helped me find my path."

She grows quite for a time before finding her next breath to speak. " I got lucky. That day? May been awful and I coulda well not made it out I'm lucky to be standing here now. I got lucky woth my powers, lucky the Avengers took me in. That pops took me under his wing thats all luck I did nothing to earn it." She helped her hands out to look over, one of flesh one of metal. She curled her fringers in and out a few times weigh her thoughts on to them. Closing her eyes tightly as she formed two fists "I wanna prove I was the right one to have this place I do. I wanna make my dad proud."

She opens her eyes and turns to what may joke and call her shrine it was more a collection of anything captian america, or even Steve himself. Turning to face it before she went to speak. " Maybe I make things a mess, and maybe you're right to have doubts in me. Maybe, but nevertheless. If you for once could just trust me. Just this once let me come through for you. The way that you want me to." She had to unball her hands to set her flesh hand over her metal one the moment her arm began to shake. "Let me make you proud"

[littlelittlebear]

Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa

@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!! 

The moment i’ve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE

Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.

A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. I’m confident you didn’t really need these “instructions” lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD

Also, you don’t have to “follow” the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if you’d like!

So.... here ya go!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ

And here are the descriptions-

Oxford Comma-

Locking eyes for the first time… wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.

Baby Doll-

Slow dancing in Pop’s after the dance. (V goes to Pop’s instead of Archie)

Can I call you tonight?-

Jughead and Veronica’s moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.

“So, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.”

*Que music*

Just Like a Movie-

Jughead calls this their theme song one day when they’re just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.

Scrawny-

Veronica calls this Jughead’s theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.

Space Girl-

Jughead calls this Veronica’s theme song- because she’s “oUt oF tHiS worLD!”.

She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.

Good Morning-

The morning after they do the “horizontal tango” with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronica’s kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.

Unforgettable-

Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they don’t mind.

Shake it out-

Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.

Your star-

Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they aren’t, or when they are... they don’t go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.

Rare-

Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.

Out the door-

Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief.                                

+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream “I’m not over you.”

I can’t get you off my mind-

Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just been… w o w

Drugs-

Sneaking around- sexy times ;)

Why Do You Love Me-

Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD

The Wind-

After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they can’t keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz she’s never done that before- and that they’re going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.

“I love you, Princess.”

Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)

Jughead sees her widened eyes. “Y-you don’t have to say it back, I know its ha-“

“I love you too, Jug”

You and I-

Montage of working at Pop’s for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jughead’s trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jug’s probably beet-red, he can’t help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they don’t have to hide from his dad anymore.

Start a Riot-

Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he can’t keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiram’s jingle jangle lab. :)

Moon River-

Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.

“That’s us.”

“What do you mean?” Veronica asks, confused.

“The two drifters in the song. ‘Two drifters, off to see the world.’ That’s us”

Veronica’s eyes start to gloss.

“I absolutely love that. And you.”

Teenagers-

Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))

A Sunday Kind of Love-

Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, they’re absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how they’re going to make their big debut as Riverdale’s resident power couple… second to Choni of course.

“So… now that I’m your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.” Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.

Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.

“Could you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?”

Glory-

Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.

Worlds Apart-

Veronica crying at Jughead’s bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.

Boss Bitch-

Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.

Le Symbolique-

Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.

“Jug I was so scared-“

“Shush Ronnie, let me look at you.” His teary eyes trace over Veronica’s face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.

Harmony Hall- 

Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.

Not Your Barbie Girl-

A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz she’s just RADIATING empowerment.

Therefore I Am- 

Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:

“Mija, you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Only one thing’s false in that sentence Hiram, I’m not your Mija anymore.”

(HELP ME I CAN’T WRITE)

*Proud Jughead smirk*

This Life-

Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.

Don’t Call Me Angel-

Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD

Sway With Me-

La Bonne Nuit’s first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rouge’s Diamond Dogs type editing.

My Oh My- 

Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some “stress relief” with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.

HIP-

Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml he’s so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.

Bury a friend-

Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossom…

Youth-

The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.

Don’t Take The Money-

The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronica’s cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midget’s (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries. 

“And for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.” all that good shiz

The Four Seasons: “Winter”-

Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.

(Online Love)-

Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like she’s the montage of the hero’s dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and she’s all smiley-

“You look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much you’re smiling.”

Veronica laughs

“Well it’s your fault I’m smiling you idiot.” Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.

“I love you too, Ron.”

El Tejano-

Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead get’s really into PDA when he’s drunk

Burned Out- 

Oh shit… I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Betty’s still the one who “kills him”)

Claire de Lune-

Just kidding, he’s alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he can’t help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jug’s lap, reading the book some more.

Girls Like GIrls-

Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sorta… make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and he’s the one who gets “mad”. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.

Dream Lover-

(Time skip, because I’m lazy) Jughead’s alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.

Magic Moments-

Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because we’re here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While it’s Barchie’s moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchie’s song!!

Oxford comma-

The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like they’re seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all. 

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And thats it! Thats Jeronica’s story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didn’t do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.

And again, happy Christmas :))

[fallenhero-rebirth]

Not supposed to be like this

I needed a break from game writing, got a suggestion to finally write this scene.

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Los Diablos felt smaller than he expected.

Daniel wasn't sure what he had imagined when he moved west, an endless cross-country journey of flights and hitch-hikes. Not straight west, of course, deep south first, as far as he could, avoiding the desolate midwest where the ashes blew too thick.

He wasn't sure because he'd grown up on old movies, and it felt so unreal that it could all be gone. Changed. Broken apart and put back together again, like cutout poetry. Boston had been old and cramped, the people having outgrown it like an old overcoat, spilling out the sides. Ugly. Not where he lived, protected, guarded, kept safe from everything but the monsters that lurked within the walls.

That's what flight gave him. Freedom. 

The freedom to run away.

Or run towards.

Los Diablos had monsters of a different sort, but also heroes that hunted them. Kept the city safe. He'd been doing that since he got here. Tried his best. The last mugger had struggled so much he'd almost dropped him.

Maybe he wasn't cut out for that kind of thing, but anything else felt like cheating. He still had money, Josh had tucked away a lot, and not everything had gone to buy what was supposed to be their freedom. Not just his.

The wrong people died and he just kept on living.

Maybe that's why he's here. On a rooftop, not too high. Too high and things go small. Insignificant. Los Diablos just another broken suburb, the people below unimportant and nameless. Too high and it's so easy to get detached.

He promised himself that wouldn't happen to him. That he'd remember. Even if it hurt.

The funeral is not as big as it should be. Heroes should be treated better. A parade, or a salute. Not just people in black staring at two coffins. Sidestep. Anathema. Heroes. Dead.

He's not supposed to be there, of course, he's just a scrawny seventeen year old vigilante, and the people down there are real heroes. If he had pulled up his binoculars he would have been able to recognize them, but it seemed rude somehow. Like he's not supposed to look too closely at their grief.

“That's better not be a camera." The voice is deep, and makes Daniel jump, not landing on the roof, but hovering an inch or two above it. The winds nearly sweep him off the edge but he holds steady. 

"It's not," he says, defending himself, trying to ignore the fact that he's standing face to face with Sentinel. In a black suit and tie, like the others. "And I wasn't about to use the binoculars. I..."

"Calm down kid." Sentinel lands heavily on the roof, the winds dying down. He takes a moment to straighten his suit out. "I recognize you. You're the one thats been taking on the Snakeheads recently?"

"Not exactly, they just..." Daniel tries to land, fails. "I guess I just don't like the fact that they keep robbing people."

"That they do. You got a name yet?"

"Daniel," he offers, together with his hand even though his palms are clammy with nervousness.

"I meant your hero name," Sentinel laughs, but shakes his hand all the same. Strong grip. His presence larger than his hands.

"No, I... it's hard coming up with something that doesn't sound stupid." He pulls back his hand. Opens and closes it. 

"That it is." A pause, and he narrows his eyes. "How old are you anyway?"

"Seventeen." Daniel finally manages to land, looking away. Down below, people are singing. It sounds beautiful in a way that death is not. "What are you doing up here anyway? The funeral is..."

"I spotted someone suspicious." Sentinel looks down as well. "And honestly, maybe it's better that I'm not."

"They were your teammates, your... friends?" He doesn't quite bring himself to say the last with any surety.

"They were. And I should have been there. If I had..." A twitch of his face, maybe pain, maybe shame. "I could have done something. Saved someone."

"It's not..."

"I couldn't have known, I know. I wasn't even in town." A hollow laugh. "Doesn't make the pain less. Doesn't make Ortega any easier to deal with."

"The Marshal?" No secret identity, Daniel has read all about the exploits of Marshal Charge. Probably half lies. More than that.

"Yeah." Sentinel runs a hand over his tightly coiled hair. "Guilt is harder to deal with when others add to it daily. I think I'll steer clear for a while. Until the worst settles."

"Maybe that's why I'm here too."

"Guilt? You're too young for that."

"Sidestep was my hero." Daniel feels his face grow hot, it sounds stupid now that he said it out loud.

"That's why you're doing your vigilante thing? To be like them?"

"No." Don't float. Don't float. "My brother and I took the hero drugs together. He didn't make it."

"So now it's up to you." Sentinel sighs, but not unfriendly. "I get that."

"Aren't you gonna ask me why?" Daniel were used to that particular interrogation. Why. How. He had a good life, good parents, everything to live for. How could he have been so stupid?

"No." He turns back from the funeral and looks directly at Daniel. "You don't do that here. You don't ask."

"I didn't know." He feels his toes scrape the roof as a last resort. "Why?"

"It's always a painful answer. People know that here. It's not like back east."

"Oh, you know." Daniel tries to pretend that he's not hovering fully now. 

"You're still got the accent," an almost kindly smile. "Though I take it you've been working on it?"

"I have." For so many reasons. "I'm not going back."

"People who come here seldom has anything to go back to."

"It's not fair." Daniel looks down at the funeral again, the coffins being lowered into the ground. "Heroes shouldn't die."

"You know the saying." Sentinel looks down as well. "You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."

"What are you going to do?"

"Retire before either of those happen." The laugh is cynical. "Eventually. Once this settles down and we've got a new team. I've seen too many kids die."

"I'm not going to. Not yet."

"Flying doesn't make you immortal. The closest thing we had to that in this town is down there in a box."

"I'm sorry." The reflex is immediate, words stumbling over Daniel's tongue. "I didn't mean..."

"It's fine. It's just..."

"Hard."

"Yeah." Sentinel falls silent. Below the crowd starts to break up, slowly, unwillingly. "Tell you what kid. Meet me back here tomorrow and let's see how good you can handle yourself in the air."

"Really?" It's not right to sound excited, not at a funeral but his tongue betrays him all the same.

"If you're gonna do this, might as well learn the ropes. And if you can't handle yourself, it's better you learn it from me."

"I can..." Daniel starts, but is interrupted by a scuffle below. Looks like a fight, looks like...

"Fuck. Got to go and clear this up before someone gets killed." The wind sweeps Sentinel off the roof, nearly taking Daniel with it until he manages to adjust.

Adjust and land, slightly breathless, slightly horrified.

He brings his binoculars up to see what's going on there. Who's on the ground. Who's on top. Who...

Oh.

That's not good. Looks like Marshal Charge just snapped.

[underworldwitxh]

Hello! Is it alright to request a oneshot with Bakuhoe who has an S/O who plays piano? And he goes to one of her recitals-(If it’s alright for her to be female :’3) *Itsamesubwithagun* ye

Bakugou, Kirishima and Pianist S/O Warnings: Bakugou Sfw: facepalming, bakugou being bakugou, Kirishima being his sunshine self. slight NSFW: Hickeys and some grinding

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You had invited your boyfriend's to watch your piano recital. Before your turn, you go to find your boyfriend's Katsuki Bakugou and Ejirou Kirishima. "Hey Y/N, we're here!" You here Ejirou's voice call out to you from your left, you turn to look at the two men and gasp, Ejirou had actually went through with the dare Denki gave him and got an undercut and he some how convinced your boyfriend to do the same, but Katsuki had gotten a design cut into his hair a closer look showed it to have your name etched in it. "Eji what did you have to bribe him with to get him to agree to it?" You asked laughing softly hugging and giving him a kiss on the lips, the tall red haired man laughs and hugs you back giving you a sweet kiss on the nose "Told him you'd like it, thats about it" he shrugs and you laugh but wrap your arms around your other boyfriend's neck, "you look so sexy babe." You whisper into Katsuki's mouth as you kiss him. "Damn right i do, feh" he scoffs but kisses you back gently and places his hands on your hips. "Break a leg babe, i know you'll do amazing" he whispers into your ear. You let go of each other and then you turn to Kirishima "please make sure that Katsu doesnt fight anyone. Id rather this not be a repeat of the summer concert fiasco" you ask him hugging him one more time before heading back to the preformers area. It was almost your turn. 

Kirishima chuckles "come on Babe, lets find our seats and go cheer on Baby girl" he wraps his arm around Katsuki's shoulders leading the blonde to their seats "Feh, dont know why she's so worried. I know how to ignore these fucking extras." Kirishima just sighs and shakes his head at his hot headed boyfriend. 

When your turn comes up and you sit at the piano to begin your piece, a hush falls over the crowed. As you play your body sways to the music and as the music becomes more passionate so to does your body's movents. When you take a intermission so you can change Ejirou comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you "You are amazing babe, so proud of you." Katsuki wraps his around your other side "Proud of you Powder." The two men return to their seats as you leave to go back to the stage. This time before sit down you grab one of the microphones "Hello everyone, i hope you've enjoyed the recital so far. Now then let us get back into the show. Unlike my last piece this is a piece i wrote myself, its for two very special people in my life. I hope you all enjoy it." Giving the stage hand back their mic you go to your piano and begin playing your piece, 'Summer Mornings' as you neared the crescendo all of a sudden you hear your loud-mouth man yell out "Fuck yeah she's my girlfriend! The fuck you think, she'd leave this *gestures to himself and a equally red faced Ejirou* for some scrawny tooth pick that wouldn't be able to fuck her into the mattress!" Your face now becomes red but from embarrassment it takes 4 body guards and Ejirou to get Katsuki out of the theater and it takes you less then 5 minutes to wrap up the rest of the song and rush off stage. You go looking for both your men, when you find then Ejirou already knowing what you were going to do wraps his arms around you and holds yoy to him "Baby girl, i know your mad and you have every right to be and Katsuki will be making it up to you tonight by letting you do whatever you want when we get home" his eyes held a look that broke no argument from either you or Katsuki. "Im sorry, babe. I know it makes no difference but that fucking jackass tried to sit there and say that he was going to see if you wanted to go home with him after the show. It pissed me off and i reacted." Katsuki kept his head down amd it wasnt until you put your hands on his face that he looked up. He looked genuinely upset that he messed up your recital. "Your right i was mad and you are going to let me have my way with you, both of you are, but i understand if one of those female heros tried to do the same thing to either of you id be upset as well." You wrapped your arms around Katsuki's neck and pressed a kiss to his lips moaning slightly when his arms settled on your hips. Ejirou not one to be out done wrapped his arms around you and held you from behind, his lips going to your neck sucking on it leaving large mark on the side of your neck. You moan into Katsuki's mouth and push your hips back against Ejirou while tigtening your arms around Katsuki's neck. Both men look at each other over your shoulder and smirk.

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Enjoy @/subwithagun lol this was fun

[iliketowrite1996]

Someday 1/3

     With encouragement from @pocmarvelworks and @chaneajoyyy  @starsshines-blog and I present are 3 chapter story of Steve Rogers and Black!Reader set in the 1940′s. I like historic fiction, and I want to get into writing it with my own characters. This is a stepping stone. She’d had an idea as well, so we decided to collaborate on this as well.  This will contain heavy matters such as racism, segregation, colorism (probably) and probably sexism. I am trying to stay as true to history as I can, and that will mean that sometimes I will edit things after I post them to ensure the highest quality of accuracy. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- Segregation, racism, mild violence, harassment.

The world, and the people and things in it,or separated in many ways. Invisible lines create state and country boundaries. Animals from the wild are separated from domesticated animals. You even separate your laundry when you put the colored clothes in one side and the white clothes in the wash.

    This is done from preventing the colored clothes from bleeding onto the white clothing and ruining everything. It’s a very necessary and understandable things to do.

    You just wish people didn't have that same mindset when it comes to people.

    The Year is 1940 and segregation is everywhere. From the schools, to the theatre. To the grocery store to your neighborhoods, you name it. There is a thin and invisible line, but it’s mighty powerful. It separates the black people form the white people.

    It's been that way since you were a little girl, and probably before that. It’s a way of life. One that you’re not happy about, bit one that you have (begrudgingly) accepted for now.

    You know your role and you're expected place. You go to work. Come home. Make dinner. Spend time with your family and Jeremy Coleman, the man down the street who your momma is just itchin’ to get you to settle down with.

    You and your sister, Jane, both decided that you find him attractive. However with ehr being just three years younger than you, your parents first priority is to find you a husband first.

    ‘’Look, I know you’re smart and kind and sweet I know that, too.’’

    This is what your momma tells you every Sunday, as you sit in the kitchen and let her press your hair until it’s silky smooth and straight, the hot comb leaving nothing but straightened, ebony hair once she is done.

    ‘’It’s just that well, he’s got a nice and steady job. Jeremy Coleman will be able to take care of you.’’

    ‘I have a steady paying job myself, mother.’’

    ‘’Yes. As a maid. I don’t want you to be working the same job that I am for the rest of your life.’’

    It’s not that your mother looks down on being a maid. No, she raised you and your four siblings to understand that there’s more life than fancy cars, expensive perfumes, flashy clothing and the like. You and your brothers and sister have bene hard workers since the day that you were born. All because your mother and daddy, Althea and Richard Jameson, are both hard workers.

    Your daddy is a handyman and carpenter, your mother cleans homes. Your older brother, Jacob, works as a delivery truck driver. Jane is currently a secretary, you clean houses to help pay for those night classes you’ve been meaning to take, and your younger brother, Jeffery, is in fifth grade at the elementary school down the street.

    ‘’Now don’t start feeling your head with fantasies. Come right down here, back to earth, where you belong.’’

    That’s something that our mother is frequently telling you. To Come back to earth, where you belong. Because she is practical and you are her daydreamer child and she doesn't know what she's going to do with you.

    You wonder how she's tell if she knew that, on the days that Mrs. Carlson lets you of early, you’re not going back to clean her house. No,,you're going to the jazz club.

    That’s here you come alive. That’s where the music and the poetry in words moves through you and you move freely, hips keeping in time as you keep up with the best of them in your dancing.

    She'd chase you clear across town so what she’d do.

    Because the only way to get back home is to take the bus, and that bus can be dangerous. Especially at night.

    However, she doesn’t mind you taking the bus to get the groceries. You ignore dirty looks, pay for the bag’s worth of good, and leave.

    You’re casually waiting or the bus when an older, angrier man come to you.

    ‘’You got no business being around here.’’

    ‘’Sir, please,’’ you take in his pale skin, his bright brown eyes, ‘’I am just waiting for the bus.’’

    He doesn't care. No, he chooses to harass you instead. You looks straight ahead and tighten your hold on your groceries, wondering if you should just walk the five miles home.

    ‘’Hey, man. Leave her alone.’’

    You and the man who has unleashed his verbal attack on you look to see a scrawny-looking boy with pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair.

    You’re not ashamed to admit that you’ d find him attractive if it weren’t for the circumstances.

    Also, he might be dumb, because he deliberately picks a fight with the guy. He tries to defend you and he’s not much taller than you are and it's really just a poor choice all around.

    Maybe that's why he ends up knocked to the ground. His nose is bloody and he has a black eye and you definitely can’t get on the bus with him looking like that.

    So you take that fresh steak out of the bag.

    Have him press it to the eye.

    Trek back home, taking an hour to get from the store when it would have taken you only fifteen minutes to get to the bus stop across town and walk the fifteen minutes from there to your home.

    Trek back home, angry, sad, hurt, humiliated, and with a fresh steak because you have one to your hero on the sidewalk.

    Said hero tracks alongside you, and you try to ignore the glares, whispers,a dn wide=eyed looks from your neighbors as he follows you.

    He hasn't spoken a word to you since you insisted (demanded) that he walks home with you so you can fix up that lip of his.

    From the way he speeds up so that he’s walking right alongside you, you can tell that he whispers of your neighbors gossiping hurt more than his black eye and busted lip.

    You sit him down in a wooden chair in the small kitchen of your home. You press the cold towel to his lip and give him an ice pack for thateye.

    You clean it.

    Avoid making eye contact with him.

    Wonder how you been got yourself into this.

    ‘’What made you go and fight him?’’

    That’s the first word you’ve spoken to him since you left the bus stop, and it startles him.

    ‘’Beg your pardon?’’

    ‘’What made you fight him? I can take care of myself,’’ you say calmly, rinsing the bloody towel in the basin of water.

    ‘’I couldn’t stand by and let him talk to you like that, miss.’’

    ‘’Nothing I haven't heard before. You’d do wise to stay in your own lane next time.’’

    ‘’He would’ve done wise to stay in his own lane and not insulted you. He had no right. You were standing there, minding your own business.’’

    You stare into his eyes for the first time, and there’s something in here. It’s comparison mixed with determination mixed with something you can’t quite read.

    ‘’You’re good at this.’’

    ‘’Thank you,’’ you respond to his compliment, ‘’I’d like to be a nurse someday, but…’’

    You let that hang in the air. You know that he knows- the rest of that sentence is definitely implied and well-known. You’re not sure if you want to continue this conversation, after the day you’ve had.

    ‘’Thank you for helping me,’’ you sigh, dropping the towel in the basin.

    ‘’No need to thank me,’’ he tells you, and the moment is quiet again, ‘’Just tell me your name.’’

    You introduce yourself, finally able to relax your shoulders a beer before trying to continue the conversation, asking im what your name is.

    That doesn’t last for too long.

    The front door is open and in walks your younger sister, Jane.

    ‘’Is anyone home?’’

    Steve and you are staring at each other with wide eyes. You’re both frozen to the spot, as if winter had suddenly come and you were too flowers with frost bite.

    Your sister, Jane enters, coat thrown over her arm and shoes in her hands.

    ‘’You would not believe th day I’ve had! I had to stop three children from trying to sneak out of the library as if the books aren’t free with a library card, and….’’

    She stops.

    Gapes.

    Looks between you and the young man.

    ‘’Well, I did not know that we had company,’’ she sticks her hand out for the young man to shake it, ‘’I’m Jane Jameson, her sister.’’

    ‘’Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you, miss.’

    Ah so thats hi name.

    Jane is looking a toy as she tucks her short hair behind her ears, ready for an explanation.

    ‘’Stebe saved me and walked me home. Someone at the bus stop decided that it was a perfect day for yelling at me.’’

    She shakes her head, no stranger to this scenario. She gets it all of the time, especially on ehr commute to work.

    Jane is your best friend. You two have been sharing a room ever since she was born and will continue to do so until one of you moves out. She’s the quiet one to your outgoing personality. But she’s also really smart, really sweet, and really aware. You can see the wheels in her mind turning when you look at her face, and you know she’s on to something good.

    Right now she’s trying to figure out why this handsome young man is sitting in your kitchen.

    She can’t ponder that much longer because you hear a truck door slam shut, and you both lo at each other in a panic.

    ‘’He’s got to get out of here. Jacob is here.’’

    She rushes to the front door to try to stall Jacob as you usher Steve out the back door. You  explain to him as well as you can why he has to leave- ‘’My brother won’t take too kindly to seeing you here.’’

    ‘’Got a thing against stranger's’’ Steve asks as you rush across your small backyard.

    ‘’Something like that,’’ you admit, opening the back gate and pointing down the alley, ‘’Just back the way we came and you’ll get to the bus stop. Can't miss it.’’

    ‘’Thank you. It was nice talking to you.’’

    He takes your directions and you silently wish that the small part that is disappointed that he didn’t ask to see you again would just hush up.

    That’s not the kind of world you live in. He knows that. You definitely know it.

    So you return to your house, still kicking yourself and trying to forget the event of this day.

    That night, as you and Jane lay in your bedroom, you try to release the days’ events form your mind to no avail. You toss and you turb, thinking about heros with scrawny arms and blue eyes so deep that they could see right into your mind if they wanted to. You’re sure of it.

    Steve lays awake that night, too. Thinking of ebony curls and smooth skin so different from his own and a variety of other things that he knows he can’t tell Bucky about.

    He lays awake, wondering if he’ll ever see you again.

    It’s not practical. He knows that. You know that. He knows you know that. So why doe he want to believe the opposite and go against what he knows is possible for you two?

    That's the last thing that he ponders before he finally drifts off to sleep, images of the day playing in his head.

    Maybe it’s the rush he got form helping you or the little bit of dreamer inside of him, but he believes that he’ll see you again.

    In fact, he know that he will.

    Until then, though, he’s content with waiting for that day.

    He'll have to be.

    Until that day finally comes along.

DISCLAIMER- I OWN NO MARVEL CHARACTERS, I JUST REALLY LIKE MAKING FANFICTION.  

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Witch Way Is Right? Part 4

A/N: Ok, you uglies are starting to multiply so I gotta make a Part 4... In this one, Reader is going to have to make a choice he thought he wouldn’t have to make until he was older... NOT LIKE THAT!!! Also, sorry to the guy who gave me the prompt to write this, but I guess I’m going in a completely different direction compared to what you sent me... I really hope you enjoy what I came up with and once again I’m sorry... ON WITH THE STORY!

Summary: (Y/N) is a male witch and also comes from a family of witches. When (Y/N) is backed up in a corner by his brother, who chose the dark path, he is forced to choose his own fate, choosing the light path. This causes an Ecliptic War between Light and Dark Witches. During this war, an eclipse (both solar and lunar) is happening, and won’t end until one brother is left standing. With the help of the Avengers and other helpful heroes, will (Y/N) be able to defeat his brother, or will the world be forever secluded in darkness?

Subject: Avengers x Male!Reader

Characters: (Y/N), Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Tony Stark, Brother OC

Tags: @writeyouin @thegreatficmaster @avengersohyeah @lzzywinchester @uselessace

Word Count: 3,097 words?! I had no idea I was doing that much!! My bad 😅

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Third Person POV:

“So what do you say, (Y/N)? You comin with me or am I dragging your unconscious body outta here?” Alex said as his eyes started to glow a purple hue. (Y/N) knows he has to fight him, or at least hold his own until his parents are conscious again. It won’t be easy but he can’t make it look hard either.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a spell that makes your voice less irritating, would you?” a familiar voice sounded through the halls. (Y/N) tried looking around to find the source of the voice. Then a web was shot at Alex’s face, covering his whole mouth as Spider-Man dropped from the ceiling and landed next to (Y/N). “Oh nevermind, I figured it out.” Spidey joked.

“Spider-Man?! I can’t believe its really you! Your voice sounds... familiar though.” You said.

“Uhhh... I-I get that a lot.” He stammered. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but looking at him from a close distance, you couldn’t help but notice how tall he was. Almost the same height as you. For a “Spider-Man”, he really seemed like a high schooler. Maybe he’s a student at Midtown High, too. In the middle of your thoughts, Alex ripped the webbing off his face with a irritated grunt.

“You know, most spiders tend to have 12 eyes. Let’s see how well you can handle that, shall we?” Alex said with his eyes once again glowing purple as he was starting to conjour up a spell. “Ton kánei pio aráchni!”(Make him more spider-like!) He chanted. You start to see Spidey squirm around and yell as he seems like he’s in pain but you can’t really tell. You unexpectedly fire a blast at Alex, causing him to fall back on his ass. This gives you and the webhead enough time to hide. You run through the halls dragging Spidey with you until you find the Custodian Room to see whats wrong with him.

Reader’s POV:

“Spidey, are you hurt? Do you feel different? Talk to me! Whats goin on?” I asked worried. Who knows what my dumbass brother did to him.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be alright.” He says with that same familiar voice, and I start to get suspicous. Why does he sound so damn familiar. I got an idea.

“Take off your mask!” I suggest.

The hero looks at me with his mask displaying wide eyes. “What?! No way! I can’t have you know who I am, ok? Not like this!” he says.

“Look, man, I need to see if my brother did something weird to you. I heard him say something about 12 eyes before he casted the spell. Plus, I can tell by the sound of your voice and your height that you go to this school, so you either show me now or I find out on my own eventually.” I say matter-of-factly.

He sighs and then looks up at me. “Alright fine, but please don’t freak out!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Now hurry up before my brother finds us.” I say quickly. To be honest, I don’t know how much time we have before my brother barges in, so we gotta be quick about this. He takes off his mask and I can’t believe my eyes! “PARKER?! OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!” I yell in horror.

“I told you not to freak out, (Y/N)!” He says annoyed.

“No Peter. Ugh, it’s not that at all!” I say as I try to shield my eyes. He looks at me confused. Or at least I think he’s confused.

“What the hell is it then? Did your brother really put some wierd spell on me?!” He asks. I grab my phone out of my pocket and go to the camera app. I put it in selfie mode and hand it to him. He looks at it and now it’s his turn to freak out.

“OH MY GOD!! WHAT THE FUCK?! I HAVE 12 EYES!!! He yells.

“See?! I told you! Ugh, just look at them going in different directions and stuff.” I say in disgust.

“FIX IT!! YOU CAN FIX IT, CAN’T YOU?! He asks worriedly.

“Yeah I can fix it. Just calm down and let me concentrate.” I say calmly. I need him to relax because I’ve honestly never tried to reverse someone’s spell, let alone my own brother’s.

I remember when I was about 9, Alex accidently gave me a second head when he said in Greek, “two heads are better than one.” To this day, I don’t know if it was on purpose or not. I also remember my mom saying the spell backwards and my second head was gone. Thats it! “Inhcára oip ienák not!” I chanted and Peter went back to having only two eyes. He frantically started touching his face. Relief washed over him as he realized he was back to normal. He looked at me as if I had just saved his life, which I guess I sorta did.

“How’d you do it?” he asked.

“I remembered when my mom reversed a spell Alex accidentally put on me when I was younger. She just said the spell backwards and it wore off, so thats what I did. Honestly, I didn’t know if I’d even be able to reverse a spell from a fully powered dark witch.” I admitted.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done with an extra set of eyes. Thanks, (Y/N). Really.” He said thankfully. I was so focused on fixing Peter’s eyes, I didn’t even notice the door had been opened.

“Yeah, (Y/N). Thanks. If it wasn’t for you and webhead over here screaming like bitches, then it would’ve taken me longer to find you two.” Alex said as his eyes started to shift to a purple hue once again. “Speaking of bitches, Peter! I would’ve never guessed a scrawny nerd like you would be Spider-Man.” Peter hurriedly tried to find his mask and he put it back on, but I really don’t see a point. Alex points two fingers towards Peter and flicks them to the side as he says, “Árchise!”(Begone). Peter flies through 6 classroom walls like they were nothing.

“PETER!” I yell as I try to get up to check on him but my brother casts another spell to stop me in my tracks.

“Leavin so soon? We haven’t even gotten to the blood shed, yet.” He says. He uses his magic to spin me around so that I’m facing him and he repeatly says, “Sýnkrousi!”(Crash!) 10 times and every time he says it, I’m thrown to each wall in the hallway. After the final wall throw, he then says, “Makriá mazí sou!”(Away with you!) and I’m thrown through some more walls to the school gym. I’m lying on the floor still breathing surprisingly. Alex said he’s gonna drag my unconsious body outta here, but if he keeps this up, the only he’ll be dragging is my corpse.

My body aches and I’m sure there’s blood coming out of my nose, not to mention the blood running down the left side of my face from my head having an open wound on it. My Mom and Dad are unconsious I’m guessing from the works of Baron Mordo so I know they’re not coming. Peter must have connections with the Avengers but like I said I earlier I don’t think they’re on good terms after that huge war at the airport. Which means I’m on my own. And if I’m on my own then that also means I have no choice but to use my trump card. I start to shift so that I’m on my knees. My parents told me to use this spell only on emergencies, but this seems like more than an emergency. It’s life or death!

I don’t know how but I find the strength and mental courage to stand on my feet. I’m out of beath still but that doesn’t stop me from doing what needs to be done. I close my eyes and concentrate. I’ve only heard of people using this spell at 18, so I’m kinda curious as to what might happen to me if I’m doing this at age 15. After I’ve fully concentrated, I cast the spell by saying, “Écho epiléxei ti moíra mou!”(I’ve chosen my fate!).

Suddenly, two different colored portal emerge in front of me. One is Purple and the other is Gold. Purple being the Dark Path, which is what my brother chose, and Gold being the Light Path, which is what I’m choosing. Even though my parents are gonna be mad at for choosing my path before I’m done with high school, they won’t be mad at me like they were with Alex when he chose his path. I just hope they understand cause like I said before, I have no choice. I begin walking towards the Gold portal and the closer I get to it, the warmer I feel. Like, I was really destined to chose this path! I’m just a few steps away from it until I hear my brother yell in the background.

“STOP!” He says. “(Y/N), don’t go to the Light path! Think of all the damage we could cause together! We could rule this world with an iron fist and become Gods! No one would be able to stop us!” He tries to convince to join him, but what he’s saying just causes me to move faster towards the Gold portal. I donmt want the world to fear, I want people to look up to me. I wanna be on kids’ lunch boxes and back packs. I wanna be a hero! And thats exactly what I’m gonna do!

I fully walk through the portal and I feel different. I feel older and more experienced. Peter lands down next to me in his full Spider-Man suit and I notice that I’m now taller than him. What the hell happened to me? I turn towards him and his mask gives off this surprised expression.

“Peter, are you ok?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine but are you ok?” He asks and I’m confused.

“What do you mean? I feel great! In fact, I feel better than great! I feel like...”

“You’re 18?” Alex interrupts. “Dammit (Y/N), you idiot! We could’ve became something greater! Everyone would know our names in fear!”

“I don’t want people to fear me, Alex! And I especially don’t want to be known as a god. I’d rather be known as a legend. A Hero!” I argue. I can’t see Peter’s face, but I can tell he’s looking at me with a smile. I can see Alex’s eyes glow purple again.

“You know the difference between a God and a Hero? Heroes die!” He says as he shoots a powerful energy blast towards me, causing a mild but destructive explosion.

The gym is engulfed in smoke and I can hear Alex laughing like he won, but I’m far from done with this fight. I snap my fingers and the smoke dissappears to reveal Alex’s face go from happy to shocked. I looke to my right and see that Peter is still alright. I guess my protection spell worked. I cause my eyes to glow gold. I look at Alex and he looks scared. Serves the asshole right.

“Beydaan maeak!”(Away with you!) I say as a portal suddenly appears behind Alex and he’s sucked into it and sent to the dark realm. I look around and notice all the damage thats been done to the school. I realize that I have to fix it sense it’s kinda my fault.

My eyes glow gold again as I chant, “Iieadatan bna!”(Rebuild!). The rubble and and debris from the broken wall in the gym started to repiece itself like a jigsaw puzzle. The smoke and dust started to disappear into nothingness. I also decide to erase everyones memory from what happened 5 minutes ago to now. I’ll let Peter and Ned keep their memories. I feel like I can trust them with knowing this about me. Plus, if Ned can keep Peter’s secret, then I’m pretty sure he can keep mine, too.

I notice that these spells just come to me naturally. I don’t need a spellbook or anything like that, and usually I’d be exhausted after using 3 spells in a short time but now I don’t feel anything. Must be one of the benefits of choosing your path. That and so much more, which I can’t wait to find out.

“Mimhat aldhaakirat!”(Memory eraser!) I conjour and a gold ring appears around me and expands throughout the school. I look to the side and notice that Peter is gone. He must’ve left to go put on his regular clothes. I never really had the time to actually soak in the fact that my friend is Spider-Man. Which means, he must have connections with the Avengers. I wonder if he’ll put in a good word to Tony Stark for me!

“I guess thats that. Now to go check and see if the spell actually worked.” I said. I walk towards the double doors and peek through the halls. Everything seems back to normal. No hole in the ceiling. No broken pipes dripping water on the ground. People are walking to their next class as if nothing happened. I decide to do the same just to seem normal for a while, which might be harder than I thought sense I’ve aged 3 years. I’m walking towards class and see Peter come up behind me. He winks at me but his face is still a little scratched up. I snap my fingers and his face is instantly cleared. He looks at me surprised until he remembered the cuts on his face.

“Yeah, I almost forgot about my face. I’ve been doing this so much, I’m just used to having a couple scars and making dumb excuses about them. Thanks alot, for everything. I’m sure if you weren’t there, then I’d have more than just a couple scars on my face.” He said.

I look at him and smile. “Don’t worry about it, Pete. I’m just glad we got away with it scot free.” I say as I’m about to pull open the classroom door. Once we walk in, my eyes go wide as I look at the classroom and only see... MY PARENTS?! My dad has his arms folded above his chest and my mom has her hands rested above her waists. My dad starts to walk closer to us and I swear, my spine grows colder with each step he takes. “Hey, guys!” I stammered, “You guys remember Peter, right?”

“Oh we remember Peter. What we DON’T remember is our 15 year old son suddenly being 18! What the hell did you do?!” He says as his voice gets louder with each word.

“Well, you see ,” I stammered again, “I had to fight Alex on my own because you guys were unconscious and he was really powerful, so I had no choice but to choose my path and I did.

Now, it was my mom’s turn to speak. “What do you mean we were unconscious? We were awake the whole time. We just heard about what happened on the news. How could you choose your path without telling us, (Y/N)?”

“I had no choice, Mom! If I didn’t he was gonna kill me for sure! I mean, what did you guys want me to do?!” I questioned.

“Honestly, son. This may come off as a shock to you, but we wanted you to choose the Dark Path.” My dad said and I’m surprised my eyeballs didn’t pop out of my skull. They wanted me to choose dark?! That’s crazy!

“Are you guys for real?! Why on Earth would I choose the dark path. I mean you guys have taught me all my life that we have to live as light witches!” I say.

“I know, son but we would’ve kept you on the right path we promise we would. Now, with your brother choosing dark path and you choosing light path, well you have no idea what you two have started.” My dad says while looking at me with a stern looks.

“What are you talking about?! What did I start?” I ask.

Suddenly, I hear the classroom door open and someone walks in. “I’m sorry but am I interrupting something here?” the man says. I turn around and I can’t believe who it is!

“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here?” Peter blurts out.

“Oh, I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d say what’s up to my favorite web-slinger. Also I came here for your friend here. (Y/N) is it?” Tony said. My parents and I are still surprised that he’s here. Even though I have a huge crush on Captain America, I’m still a huge fan of the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

“You want me?! What for, sir?” I ask.

He takes off his shades and I can tell he’s serious. “Well I noticed all the crazy shit that was going on over here, so I sent in a couple micro drones to see what was going on and they spotted you with a gold, flashy, ring expanding around you. So, I assumed that random Eclipse outside was because of you and this evil brother of yours I was hearing about just now.” He says.

“Wait. What eclipse?!” I ask. I ran out the classroom door, ran through the hall towards the school doors and noticed it was dark out already. I made it outside and looked up to see a total solar elipse in the middle of the sky right above us. Is this what my parents were talking about? If so, then I have a feeling I’m in a lot more trouble than I thought.

“Breathtaking isn’t it? You must have some pretty unique abilities to do something like this. Ever thought of joining the Avengers?” Tony says standing to the side of me while looking at the eclipse with his shades on. If I wasn’t so confused right now, I’d be on the ground, hyperventilating with excitement. My parents and Peter walk out the front door and towards us. My parents look up and they have a sick look on their face. Like something they wish would never happen just happened.

My mom has tears roll down her face as she says, “It’s starting already? I thought we had a little more time!”

“What is this? What the hell is going on?!” I ask in confusion

My dad looks towards me and says, “The Ecliptic War.” What the hell is an Ecliptic War?!

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I guess we’re about to find out in the next part! I really hope you guys enjoyed, I know I dragged the story on longer than expected but the more I wrote, the more ideas I got. So I really hope you guys enjoy the direction I’m taking with the story and sure you guys follow so you can know when Part 5 is coming... Anyways, bye, my uglies!!