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imthebadguyyy · 8 months ago

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Iron Hearts

With the same fire and charm that runs in the Stark bloodline, you’ve never been one to fade into the background.

pairing : steve rogers x reader fandom : mcu synopsis : As Tony Stark’s younger sister, you’ve always shared his brilliance and bold personality. Outgoing, witty, and never afraid to speak your mind, you’re just as comfortable stealing the spotlight as your brother is. But when Tony ropes you into joining the Avengers' operations after the Chitauri invasion, the last thing you expect is to clash with Captain America, Steve Rogers—a man so different from the fast-paced world you’re used to. Steve’s stoic, old-fashioned values collide with your free-spirited nature, sparking a connection that’s as electric as it is infuriating. As the Avengers face new threats, you and Steve find yourselves drawn together in unexpected ways, each challenge bringing you closer. The world is always in need of saving—but will the Iron legacy and a shielded heart leave room for something more?

EPISODE 1 : COLLIDE

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The low hum of machinery filled your private lab, a familiar and soothing backdrop to the glow of various monitors and the holographic interface suspended above your desk. You were in your element here—surrounded by sleek gadgets, circuits, and blueprints only you understood. The soft, sterile light of the fluorescent bulbs bathed everything in a cool hue, making the outside world feel distant, almost irrelevant. Your hands moved with practiced precision, making the final tweaks to your latest invention—something sleek, cutting-edge, and powerful. It was not for public eyes, least of all Tony’s. Let him bask in the glory of his Iron Man suits and his public heroism. You preferred working in the shadows, away from the spotlight. After all, the real power came from the things people didn’t see.

Just as you were about to run another test, FRIDAY’s calm, computerized voice broke the silence. “Incoming call—Tony Stark.”

You let out a small, exasperated sigh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Of course Tony would interrupt now, just when you were getting into the groove. Without breaking your stride, you gestured toward the nearest screen, signaling FRIDAY to patch the call through.

Tony’s face flickered to life on the screen, his usual cocky grin already plastered across his face. He looked annoyingly well-rested for someone who constantly threw himself into world-saving chaos.

“Hey, sis. Got a minute?” His tone was casual, but you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. Tony always had an ulterior motive.

“Not for you,” you shot back, though your lips twitched with a slight smile. You’d perfected the art of giving Tony a hard time over the years. “What do you need, Tony?”

“Can’t a brother call to check on his favorite sibling?” He leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference. “We both know I’m your only sibling.”

“Touché,” he admitted, chuckling softly. "But seriously, I need you."

You froze momentarily, your hand hovering over the interface. Tony rarely outright asked for help, and when he did, you knew it was big. Slowly, you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest as you gave him your full attention.

“I need my secret weapon,” Tony added, his voice dropping to that tone he used when he really wanted something.

You blinked at him, skeptical. “Secret weapon? Tony, I’m not about to be your backup tech support.”

Tony grinned, undeterred by your resistance. "This isn’t just tech support. It’s big. New team, new mission, bigger stakes. And who better to help me keep this bunch in line than you?"

You hesitated, glancing at the half-finished prototype on your desk. For years, you’d operated under the radar, happy to let Tony soak up the limelight. Being his sister came with a certain level of scrutiny you’d avoided like the plague. You preferred the quiet. The idea of stepping into the Avengers' world—especially now—seemed chaotic at best.

“I’m not suiting up, if that’s what you’re thinking,” you finally said, narrowing your eyes at him. The last thing you needed was to get dragged into one of his world-saving escapades in some shiny new armor.

“Of course not,” Tony grinned, though there was a playful glimmer in his eyes that told you he wasn’t ruling anything out entirely. “Just come to the Tower, meet the team. If you hate it, you can go back to hiding in your lab and pretending you’re not a genius like me.”

You rolled your eyes, though the thought lingered. A new team? A new mission? Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to check it out. If things went south, you could always disappear back into the shadows. But something in Tony’s tone hinted at urgency, something serious brewing on the horizon. He wasn’t just calling for fun. He needed you.

With a resigned sigh, you pushed off from the desk. “Fine. But this better not be some ploy to get me into an Iron suit.”

Tony’s smirk widened. “No promises.”

The call ended with a flicker of the screen, and you were left standing in the soft hum of your lab, the weight of Tony’s request hanging in the air. You glanced at your half-finished prototype one last time before grabbing your jacket, muttering under your breath, “What have I gotten myself into?”

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Later, at Avengers Tower, you stepped into the grand lobby, the space sprawling before you like something out of a futuristic movie. Towering glass walls reflected the sunlight, creating a dazzling effect that made the entire room shimmer. High-tech displays blinked with data and notifications, while sleek metallic accents added to the modernity. It was a world apart from your cozy lab, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how Tony had truly outdone himself with this place. The grandeur was impressive, but you felt a knot tightening in your stomach, a sense of unease settling in as you stepped further inside.

Just as you took another step, a voice sliced through the air behind you, cool and assessing. “So you’re the sister Tony doesn’t like to talk about.”

You turned to face him, your heart pounding slightly at the sight of Steve Rogers, Captain America himself. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his muscular frame radiating authority. His expression was carefully neutral, but there was an edge to it—a mix of skepticism and something akin to wariness. He looked you up and down, his gaze critical, and you could already sense the judgment simmering beneath the surface. He thought you were just another Stark, another piece in Tony’s ego-driven game.

“And you’re the soldier out of time,” you replied, matching his coolness with your own. The words felt sharper than you intended, a defensive instinct kicking in. “Nice to meet you.”

Steve offered a tight nod, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t smile. “Tony’s told me a lot about you.”

“All bad, I hope,” you shot back, a hint of a smirk dancing on your lips. But Steve’s expression remained unyielding, the weight of his gaze unwavering.

“I’m not here to judge,” he stated, but his eyes bore into you, steady and measuring, as if he were trying to peel back layers of your identity with sheer will alone. “Just here to see if you’re serious.”

“Serious?” You scoffed, your heart racing with indignation. “About what?”

“About helping, about doing what’s right. We’ve got enough egos on this team.”

Your smirk faded, replaced by a flash of frustration. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know your brother.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not Tony,” you retorted, your voice sharper than you intended. The tension between you crackled in the air, palpable and thick. You hated the feeling of being judged before someone even bothered to know you, and clearly, Steve didn’t like the idea of another Stark stepping into the fold.

For a moment, silence engulfed you, and you could almost hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears. The intensity of Steve’s gaze felt like a spotlight, and you wondered if he could see through your facade, exposing the vulnerabilities you kept hidden. You could sense his protective instincts flaring, the weight of responsibility resting on his shoulders, and somehow, you felt like an outsider even though you were family.

Just as the tension threatened to spiral further, Tony strolled into the room, an air of nonchalance enveloping him. “Hey, you two! Getting along already?” His grin was impossibly wide, brightening the atmosphere even as it made the air around you feel heavier with unresolved tension.

You shot Tony a glare that could’ve cut through steel. This was not the time for his usual bravado. Steve merely shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching in an attempt to contain a smile. “We’ll see,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes still fixed on you, as if he were weighing the likelihood of your success in this new venture. Then, with a final, assessing glance, he turned and walked off, leaving you standing there, frustration simmering just below the surface.

“Great. This is off to a fantastic start,” you muttered under your breath, a mixture of annoyance and apprehension churning inside you. The day had barely begun, and already you could feel the weight of expectation bearing down on you. As the lobby buzzed with the energy of heroes and high-tech innovation, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were walking a tightrope, teetering between proving yourself and succumbing to the shadows that felt all too familiar.

With a deep breath, you steeled yourself, reminding yourself that you were here to help. No matter what Steve Rogers thought, you had your own strengths, your own path to carve in this world. You just had to figure out how to make them see that.

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The air in the war room was thick with tension as Tony briefed you on the mission, his voice crisp and urgent. “So here’s the deal: leftover Chitauri tech has been activated by HYDRA operatives in the city. It’s supposed to be a routine clean-up mission, but we know better than to underestimate anything HYDRA gets their hands on.” His brow furrowed, the usual playful glint in his eyes replaced by a seriousness that made your stomach knot.

You listened intently, nodding as he laid out the plan. But as he insisted you tag along—even if just to observe and assess—you felt a mix of excitement and dread. You weren’t officially part of the team, yet here you were, being dragged into the chaos by your brother’s unwavering belief in your abilities.

When you arrived at the scene, the streets were already in chaos. The sounds of sirens blared, drowning out the shouts of frantic civilians being evacuated. Smoke billowed into the air, curling around toppled cars and shattered glass. You felt a chill run down your spine as you surveyed the destruction.

Amid the chaos, Steve barked orders at the rest of the team, his authoritative voice cutting through the noise like a beacon of hope. You hung back, monitoring the situation from a mobile unit that Tony had rigged up for you—a lifeline of information in a storm of uncertainty.

“Stay behind the lines!” Steve called out to you over his shoulder, his tone firm as he and Natasha led the charge into the fray.

You rolled your eyes, a mixture of annoyance and determination bubbling inside you. "I know what I’m doing, Captain," you shot back, trying to sound more confident than you felt. The last thing you wanted was to be coddled like a helpless child.

Just as the fight erupted, the atmosphere shifted. A crackling energy surged through the air, and before you could process the threat, one of the HYDRA operatives unleashed a pulse from the Chitauri device. The wave of electricity shot toward you, a blinding flash of danger that sent adrenaline coursing through your veins.

In that split second, everything shifted. Time seemed to slow as you braced for impact, your instincts screaming at you to move, to do something—anything. But before you could react, Steve surged forward like a force of nature. He slammed his shield into the ground with a resounding thud, creating a barrier that absorbed the surge of energy before it could reach you.

You stumbled back, wide-eyed, the reality of what had just happened crashing over you like a tidal wave. Steve turned to you, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration. “I said stay behind,” he said, his voice clipped, but there was a hint of protectiveness that made your heart race.

“I had it under control,” you snapped back, though deep down, you knew that wasn’t entirely true. You felt a surge of embarrassment rising within you, the remnants of the adrenaline making you defensive.

Steve didn’t argue further, but his gaze lingered on you, his eyes searching yours as if he were trying to gauge the depths of your resolve. The moment stretched out, thick with unspoken tension, and you could sense a silent acknowledgment between you—this was new territory for both of you, a fragile thread connecting your destinies.

But as quickly as it had come, the moment shattered. With a final look that communicated both concern and determination, Steve charged back into the fray, his shield raised high as he fought against the chaos. You stood there, heart racing, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions—frustration, admiration, and a flicker of fear for what lay ahead.

With a deep breath, you refocused on the task at hand. You weren’t going to let this moment define you. You had to prove to yourself, and to Steve, that you belonged here—among heroes and legends. The fight was just beginning, and you were ready to carve your place in it.

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The mission concluded in a flurry of activity and relief, but the tension between you and Steve lingered in the air like an unresolved chord. Back at the Tower, you settled in front of the computer, the glow of the screen casting an almost ethereal light across your face as you replayed footage of the battle. Each frame brought back the chaos—the electricity crackling, the screams of civilians, and Steve’s shield slamming into the ground just in time to save you. The rush of adrenaline from earlier mixed with a more unsettling feeling as you examined the moment you almost lost everything.

As you scrolled through the footage, you felt a presence behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Steve; the weight of his gaze felt palpable, a steady warmth that contrasted sharply with the intensity of the battle you had just fought. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his silhouette framed by the soft light of the hallway, watching you with a quiet intensity.

“You handled yourself well out there,” he finally said, his voice low and sincere, cutting through the silence that surrounded you.

Surprised, you glanced up at him, momentarily meeting his gaze. “Thanks,” you replied, your voice a mix of pride and humility.

“But next time,” he continued, the firmness returning to his tone, “don’t make me have to save you.”

A small, teasing smile tugged at your lips, a spark of your trademark confidence flaring up in response. “Don’t worry, Captain. I won’t,” you shot back, your tone light, though beneath it was a current of seriousness.

Steve didn’t respond immediately, his expression shifting as he studied you. In his blue eyes, you caught a flicker of something deeper—perhaps a grudging respect, maybe even a hint of admiration. It made your heart flutter unexpectedly, a rush of warmth that was both thrilling and confusing. The Captain of America saw you, and for a moment, the weight of expectations from being Tony Stark's sister lifted, replaced by a connection that felt genuine.

He nodded once, a subtle acknowledgment of the moment shared between you, before turning to leave. As he walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just another fleeting exchange. You were carving out your own space in this team, proving that you were more than just Tony’s sister—you were a force to be reckoned with in your own right.

Left alone in the dim light of the lab, you turned back to the screen, but your thoughts were no longer on the footage. Instead, your mind lingered on Steve’s quiet strength, his unwavering resolve. You were beginning to understand that there was more to him than just the Captain—the man behind the shield had his own battles, his own vulnerabilities.

And you felt an undeniable pull towards him, a sense of camaraderie that was slowly transforming into something deeper. The mission had ended, but the journey was just beginning, and you were more determined than ever to prove yourself—not just to Steve, but to the entire team.

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The mission had been a success, but the moment Steve saw you—Tony’s sister—standing there, he felt the weight of responsibility tugging at his heart. He knew you had potential; he’d seen you handle yourself with surprising skill, but he wasn’t prepared for how much the little spark in your eyes got under his skin.

Leaning against the doorway, he watched you replay the footage of the battle. You were focused, your brow furrowed in concentration, and it captivated him. You radiated a unique blend of confidence and determination, much like your brother, yet with a warmth that was distinctly your own.

When he finally spoke, telling you that you handled yourself well out there, he truly meant it. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a mix of admiration and wariness wash over him. You were Tony’s sister—his little sister. He recalled the stories Tony had told him about your childhood, the sibling rivalry, and how fiercely protective Tony had always been of you. That instinct felt like a wall between them, even as he felt drawn to you.

“Don’t make me have to save you,” he warned, hoping to impress upon you the importance of caution. He had seen too many people underestimate their enemies, and he didn’t want you to be another victim of that recklessness.

Your response—light and teasing—pulled a small smile from him, but it was quickly overshadowed by concern. “Don’t worry, Captain. I won’t.” It was infuriating how effortlessly you seemed to deflect his concern. You had a spark that reminded him of Tony, but there was something more disarming about you. Something that made it hard for him to maintain his composure.

He nodded, more to himself than to you, before he turned to leave. He didn’t want to admit how much your presence affected him, how he found you attractive in a way that made him question everything he knew about focusing on the mission. But he also understood that getting involved with Tony’s sister could complicate things—complicate his already tangled life.

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As the days turned into weeks, you became a more permanent fixture in the Tower, and Steve couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly you blended into their chaotic team dynamic. Watching you interact with the others was eye-opening. You had Tony’s quick wit, but there was a warmth in your approach that brought out the best in everyone.

He remembered a moment during a team meeting when Clint made a joke at your expense. Without missing a beat, you shot back, “If you’re going to insult me, at least make it clever.” The room erupted in laughter, and Steve found himself chuckling along, secretly impressed by your tenacity.

But the more time he spent with you, the more he struggled with his feelings. You were intelligent, fiercely capable, and incredibly brave—qualities he admired. Yet every time he looked at you, he felt the ghost of Tony’s protective nature hovering over them. He could practically hear Tony warning him to keep his distance, reminding him that you were off-limits. It was a mental tug-of-war, and every glance between them only heightened his awareness of how close they were getting.

One evening, you both worked late in the lab. He caught you watching him as he threw punches at a training dummy, a curious smile dancing on your lips. It was a moment of connection, but it also made his heart race in a way that both thrilled and terrified him. He knew you were trouble, yet there was something about you that drew him in, like a moth to a flame.

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pome-seed · 2 months ago

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The Soldier's Keeper ★ 35

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Repealing the Sokovia Accords becomes the teams only focus, once settled in Wakanda. But for you and Bucky, all you can see is each other, and fixing what Hydra left behind.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence. Flashback to Winter Soldier Days. Mention of Surgery and the brain. Legal and Technical Talk.

Authors Note: I did so much research into legal stuff and medical stuff for this one. My brain is much. Love ya'll. ALSO, if you want to be apart of the taglist, let me know :)

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Old hinges groan under the weight of steel doors. Steve, Bucky, and Tony, cautiously enter the dimly lit hallway. The air was stale, tasting of dust and time.

“I got heat signatures,” Tony leads the three, hand raised.

“How many?” Steve creeps behind his shield.

Tony squinted, scanning the large chasm. “Three,” He took a steadying breath.

The muscles in Bucky’s jaw fluttered as he stepped into the lab, memories flooding his system. Suspended in cryopods across the far wall were three bodies. Three of the chambers still crackled with ice, the doors wide open. Bucky’s eyes lingered on the bodies still within.

Unlike what he’d been expecting, they were aged- withered and peeling. Barely flesh on bone, with ice dusting their skulls. He swallowed hard, steeling his focus in the moment.

But it was hard. In a place with so many memories.

In a pace, haunted with the ghost of his past. A place soaked in blood. He forced himself to turn away from the chair in the center, where he once spent so many agonizing hours.

“47 and 56, step forward.” A man in the corner of the cold bunker training room shouted.

Two agents clad in black walked into the center of the room, their gazes steadied on Bucky.

Bucky, muzzled and barely breathing, stood in wait. It was often that he was used as a sort of training milestone for agents of Hydra.

Beat the Winter Soldier, prove yourself as an elite.

Hold your own, prove yourself as worthy for improvement.

It was how the original five other Winter Soldiers were chosen. They were the only ones who lasted more than a few seconds.

So Bucky stood there, panting as blood from his cracked nose filled his mask. Trembling with adrenaline as he flattened out another soldier on the concrete. He’d lost count of how many came before him. He just knew he had to fight. He had to win. He had to appease his handler.

Winning, for the other soldiers, was a true victory. But for Bucky, it meant that an unenhanced soldier got the best of him. That meant punishment. That meant pain.

That meant they had to improve their favorite weapon.

“What the hell?”

Tony’s voice snapped Bucky back into the present. He’d lost himself to memories again, like a child slipping under a tidal wave. Bucky shook himself, trying to focus.

Tony grimaced, walking up to the corpses behind glass. “I thought-

“If it's any better, they died in their sleep.” A distorted voice crackled through an aged speaker. “It seems even the enhanced aren't immune to death.”

Bucky adjusted his grip on his rifle, his soured expression flickering to Steve. It didn’t take long for the pieces to fall into place. The wilted bodies, the deterioration. It was the disease. The degeneration Hydra was oh so worried about. It had snuck in in the silence of the night, and destroyed bodies pumped full of power.

Bucky couldn’t help but feel his cheeks sour at the sight of the corpses. It could have been him. It should have been him. And without you, it would have been.

“I am grateful to each of them, though. They brought you here.” A small light between the tubes flicked on, exposing Zemo behind a small glass window. Steve shot his shield towards the pane, and it snapped back without a crack.

“Please, Captain. The soviets build this chamber to withstand the launch blasts of UR-100 rockets,” the man said, almost with a smug smile.

“I’m bettin’ I could beat that,” Tony remarked, tracking the heat signatures through the walls.

“Oh I’m sure you could Mr. Stark, given time. Time that you don’t have.”

“You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?” Steve grit, marching up to the window.

“I’ve thought about nothing else for over a year.” The man whispered, staring up at Steve.

Something wasn’t right. Where were the other three soldiers? Bucky zoned out of the psychological jump rope going on around him. He scanned the room, finally getting a good look at everything.

He’d been there many times. He spent decades asleep inside those very chambers. But each time he was dragged into that chair, nothing else mattered but the pain. Nothing but waiting, praying, begging for it to stop. So he never before got a good look at the place.

It was haunting.

It was abandoned. A dead society once walked those very halls, planning and plotting. But now it was just a structure of bones and souls, lost to the world.

“...I lost everyone…And so will you.” The conversation floated back to Bucky now, reeling in his attention. The man turned back to the microphone, his eyes locked onto Steve’s. “Солдаты, в атаку.”

Soldiers, attack.

A cold, humming silence breaks as a reinforced steel door blows inward in a fiery eruption. Smoke coils through the room as three soldiers in familiar uniforms rise from the shadows.

The larger of the three charged forward like a tank. Steve braced himself and blocked the hit with his shield. The two grappled in a test of strength. Sparks burst as Steve slid backward but quickly countered with a shield bash to the soldier’s jaw.

The second soldier, a man, moved like smoke. He slid forward, swinging for Bucky’s skull. Bucky blocked with his rifle and countered with clean, controlled strikes. The man twisted behind him, landed, then yanked a pipe clean off the wall. Bucky turned, squeezing the trigger of his rifle. Shots sparked off the wall, but before a bullet could land, the man knocked the rifle free with the pipe.

When he went to swing again, Bucky spun and countered just in time, sending both tumbling over a control panel. Splayed out on the cold cement floor, crossing his arms over his face to block scattered blows, Bucky felt sickening nostalgia.

Steve and Bucky supported each other's wounded weight as they dragged themselves towards T’Challa’s ship. To their shock, when they arose from the building, triumphant in their battle against the sleeper agents, they found the Wakandan king waiting outside with a restrained Zemo.

He’d followed them there, for Bucky.

Steve personally sighed in relief as he realized T’Challa had the right man in chains.

Tony, still suited up, spoke breathlessly with the man dressed in black. By the time Steve and Bucky dragged themselves to the ship, a deal had already been made.

“Chins up, boys, we’re going on a trip.” Tony’s steel mask slid shut.

Bucky lowered his head, his dark hair sticking to the blood on his face.

When you first stepped foot off the jet into Wakanda, you were in slack jawed awe.

You never in your wildest dreams thought you would see Wakanda. And until hours ago, you were sure it would never happen. Until, on the flight back to New York, Natasha got a call from Tony.

When she said his name, you lept from your seat, straining your ears to listen in. You couldn’t catch a word. But from the shift in Natasha’s expression, you knew something was happening. Or had already happened.

“What is it?” Your words fell of deaf ears.

“Tony, you know they’re gonna want you back for a briefing-” Nat’s eyes narrowed. She made a huffed sound as she listened, and then something relaxed washed over her expression. She shook her head with exasperation and hung up.

“Natasha- what’s happening?” You begged, gripping the edge of your seat.

“I need to talk to the pilot,” she rose from her seat. “Looks like we’re meeting the boys in Wakanda.”

So now, there you stood, frozen and gaping at the beauty flying past you. Buildings stretched to the sky, sparkling like crystals. Murals painted in the colors of the sun and earth spread out in the city behind you. Birds fluttered past, singing praise.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, stumbling down the ramp.

“Jesus,” Natasha muttered, walking past you. With a little more focus, the red head caught sight of the people waiting ahead. “Y/n, come on.”

You blinked out of your daze and found three tall women with shaved heads waiting for you. You gulped and followed quickly after Natasha. One of the women nodded their head at Natasha. And confirmed your names.

“Follow, please.” The woman in the center said, her expression leveled.

Natasha sent you a look, her brows lifting in awe. You suppressed a nervous smile.

The journey to the medical bay was long. Though maybe that was just because you spent every step gawking at what surrounded you. The vibranium infused soil pulsed beneath your feet, wrought with life and beauty.

The sleek halls you descended through were glowing with light, smooth and clean. Their lab was a whole different story too. One glance at the passing technology showed how advanced they were. Beyond words and theories.

The tall woman led you through the halls and bustling lab. Doctors in lab coats spoke in hushed voices as they fluttered around the room.

Your searching gaze found Tony, who was getting his shoulder examined. Your heart jumped in your chest. Across from Tony, sitting on an examination table, was Bucky.

Like he could sense you, his head shot up, and his eyes met yours. You breathed a sigh of relief, like having him in your sights lifted a weight from your chest. You staggered over to him quickly, zeroing in on the busted flesh and scabbed blood on his nose and cheek. “Are you okay?”

His tight posture relaxed as you stepped between his spread knees, your shaking hands hovering over his face. He looked up at you from beneath his dark lashes. “I’ll live.”

You frowned, ghosting your fingers over his previously broken nose. They must have reset it before you arrived. You were sure it was already healing. But you hated the thought of him in pain. “What happened?”

“A crazy douche, that’s what.” Tony groaned from behind you. You threw him a fond roll of your eyes before focusing back on Bucky.

Bucky nodded his head with a light smile. “He’s not far off.” He blinked up at you. His warm hand slid around your wrist and pulled it from where it hung in the air by his cheek. “I’m fine.” He whispered.

“Yeah?”

He nodded slowly.

You stared at him for a moment, silent. He looked at you with a sense of awe, like he was still trying to map out your features. Like he didn’t think he would ever get to see you this close again.

“You didn’t think you were making it back, did you?” You asked him, melancholy twisting your gut. He avoided your gaze, his fingers twitching around your wrist. You knew you were right. He thought he was marching into his old den of horrors, facing five super soldiers trained in the same way he was, while he was already not functioning at 100%.

He didn’t think he was making it home.

But he did.

To you.

You tugged your wrist free from his grip and laced your fingers together. Bucky stiffened, glancing up at you. “I’m glad you did.” You whispered.

He visibly swallowed, his thumb twitching against your knuckles. He huffed and yanked you close, his arm sliding around your waist. You met him halfway, cradling him in a hug.

It felt good to hold him, knowing danger wasn’t immediately looming around the corner. It felt good to feel him sigh shakily against your neck and drop his head onto your shoulder.

You knew you weren’t alone. You were aware there were prying eyes, and a world in chaos outside. But for a moment, you just wanted to cling to him.

You raked your nails through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He shivered, almost purring beneath your touch.

You didn’t know what this was, what it meant. You didn’t understand the bond that tied you to Bucky. But you didn’t feel the need to question it. You didn’t care.

You just knew you wanted to keep him close, safe, and loved.

“So what happens now?” You whispered into Bucky’s hair. He shook his head into your neck, his arms curling tighter around your back.

“I don’t know.” He huffed.

“What happens,” Tony spoke up again, drawing your attention. “Is your two,” he pointed at Bucky and Steve, “Stay here, while we fix this.”

Bucky lifted his head, his lips pulling into a frown.

“And how's that?” Steve crossed his tired arms.

“We try to get the accords repealed, for one.” Natasha spoke up, leaning back against Tony’s examination table. “We need to put together our case. Go back as far as we can, use New York and Siberia to explain why the accords won’t work. Until we get that done, you two are fugitives.” She looked between Bucky and Steve.

You withdrew your arms from around Bucky, your frown tugging deeper as you listened. Bucky’s hands slid back to rest on your waist. You didn’t comment on it. “I’ll be honest- there was a lot you guys were doing wrong. But that also just means there's a lot you can work on to use in your favor.”

Tony made a face. “Okay- you’ve been under a rock for two years, where did that come from-” he wiggled a finger at you.

“I had access to the internet for one day and even that was enough to be sure that you guys have a lot to make up for,” You lifted a brow, trying not to smile at Tony’s eye roll.

He waved his hand dismissively at you. “Whatever.” He looked back at Steve. They shared a short look. Tony swallowed guiltily and sighed. “We’ll fix this.”

“You need to focus on getting our team out of their cages.” Steve frowned. Tony nodded, his gaze shifting to the side.

“I’ll bring them home.”

The bombing in Vienna, as tragic as it was, proved to be the best defence against the Accords. As it turned out, a repeal wasn’t exactly necessary yet, considering the explosion and death of the king of Wakanda meant the signing had never fully undergone.

All proceedings following the bombing were following the guidelines of the accords since the situation was deemed emergency circumstances.

But the Accords were never officially, completely signed.

Which made things just slightly easier in the Avengers case.

So, while you were stuck in Wakanda, what was left of the Avengers worked on presenting a unified proposal to the UN. The first step, as shocking as it was, was public transparency. A more proactive PR campaign was created to unify the Avengers, as well as humanize them to the public.

It was also helpful in the matters of bringing reason to the catastrophes that were left behind by the Avengers. As hard as it was, it was necessary to make the point known; without the Avengers, New York, and the entire rest of the world, for that matter, may not have had any survivors left behind, after the wormhole.

Without the Avengers, the helicarriers that crashed into Washington D.C wouldn’t have just been rubble and fire. It would have been billions of bodies dropped and left to rot for a supremacist regime's agenda.

Without the Avengers, Lagos wouldn’t have just been a corner of a building. It would have been a biological weapon, a disease, spreading through the cities, killing hundreds.

And following highlighting their biggest wins and losses, they suggested a new program under the Avengers; one of recovery. Under the new program, large-scale, coordinated disaster relief teams - both human and robotic - would be assigned to the affected city. This entailed a fusion of military logistics, urban redevelopment, and trauma care.

There were essentially three main phases.

Immediate response. Safety and containment; Search and rescue, followed by structure safety teams assessing compromised buildings and zones. Medical triage, with specialized staff trained for foreign metal wounds and radiation exposure. As well as drones and portable towers to restore basic communication and electricity.

Recovery and cleanup. Robotic demolition teams sent to safely dismantle debris. Temporary shelters and rations.

Long term rehabilitation. Stark foundation grants to rebuild homes.

With the most public of their flaws laid out, their proposal also highlighted the internal workings of the Avengers. There would be an internal board, a code of conduct, and public transparency protocols laid in place.

By showing the public that they were going to begin seriously self regulating, it lessened the threat of external regulation.

As the public campaign hit the news, there were several new questions raised by the public about the accords.

For one, the news of the incarceration of world heroes like Clint Barton and Sam Wilson brought public backlash. For one, the imprisonment without trial. It brought legal challenges regarding human rights.

Many recognized the Avengers as heroes sacrificing themselves for the world, and strictly regulating them may be counterproductive. The reason they were able to save so many lives in the past, rooted from the fact that they are enhanced, and they do act fast, too fast to submit a legal mission request.

And since the past missions and cases the Avengers were involved in had been so closely spoken about now, it was clear that if another disastrous threat was raised against the earth, bureaucratic delay may prove catastrophic.

As these conversations were brought up, the Sokovia Accords began to prove ineffective, divisive, and ethically problematic.

That of course didn’t disprove the possible need for regulation when it came to the Avengers. But, as the public fought back on the accords, that conversation was pushed to the sidelines until the Avengers were released from their cells.

The termination of the Sokovia Accords was a fight that would prove to take time. And while that battle was being taken on, you stayed in Wakanda, with Bucky and Steve.

It was a new peace you weren’t used to. One that you were scared to accept. But the Wakandans were kind, and did everything in their power to accommodate you three.

The one thing you were most thankful to them for was their ability to help Bucky.

Wakandan technology was far more advanced than you could ever dream. As a doctor, you felt like you were stepping into your own wet dream. They had moved past the need for something as advanced as a basic computer in the lab. Their screens acted more like holograms and webbed like electric galaxies.

You couldn’t help but drool at the magnificent mapping of Bucky’s nerves and physiological makeup as it glowed before you. Bucky, who laid out on a cushioned table in the lab, bit back a fond snicker as he watched you talk with Shuri.

The first step of helping Bucky was explaining what bits of his medical history you could. Shuri gave you access to a tablet to allow you to write out and demonstrate everything you’d done to him when you were in captivity.

Your serum, as nervous as you were about it, seemed to be working. Since those first initial doses back in that prison, he hadn’t experienced any symptoms of muscular degeneration.

As you sat there on the edge of Bucky’s examination table, he told you about the bodies he found in Siberia. He told you about the sunken in look of their skulls, as skin flaked against the bone, leathery and barely clinging on. But only on two of them.

The three soldiers he fought were in perfect condition, and that he couldn’t explain.

You chewed at your lip, staring down at the chemical formula you were writing out. “It makes sense, honestly.” You muttered. “These illnesses have different effects on each person. Plus, the repeated release and submersion of the cryo chamber had an important effect.”

Bucky listened closely, propping his head up to watch you.

“You were constantly being taken out for missions, for decades. You were being constantly treated and drugged, so the effects of the deterioration were stunted. Some of those soldiers may have just been left in there to rot, with nothing to slow the sickness.” You looked up at him, pausing the scribble of your electronic pencil.

His fond gaze swept over you, from the way you chewed your cheek in thought, to the tight grip you had on your pencil in your focused state. “Makes sense,” he muttered.

You nudged his knee. “Does it?” You lifted a brow skeptically.

“I may be from a different time, but I can keep up.”

You shrugged. “Hey, early 20th century education wasn’t the best, just gotta check.”

He bumped you with his leg, rolling his eyes. “Shut up.”

Once you finished giving Shuri a background of everything you’d recently done to Bucky, she set to work. She started with questioning Bucky on everything he could remember about the trigger system.

You could see the way he drew in on himself, his body tightening and rigid. You knew this was hard on him.

The look in his eye screamed it. He didn’t want to relive those moments. Being held down and restrained, muzzled and tortured. Zapped and cut open, again and again. But he had to do it. If this meant he could never be forced to hurt someone against his will again, he would do it.

But even Shuri was shifting awkwardly as she noted down his descriptions. She was a smart kid, and good at what she did. And like Tony, she always had a sarcastic quip. But the intensity of what Bucky endured, it was unlike anything she’d ever heard of.

But Shuri liked a challenge. And she wanted to help Bucky.

Shuri began by analyzing the neurological and psychological triggers Hydra implanted in Bucky, particularly the Russian activation phrase. She worked at isolating the brainwashing patterns in his mind.

Hydra's programming was a mix of psychological conditioning, neurological implants, and chemical triggers, possibly reinforced with technology.

It soon became obvious that the first thing Shuri could solidly do to help Bucky, was restructure the neural pathways associated with the activation phrases.

As well as removing any of the harmful plates still inserted in his head.

As awful as it sounded, Bucky agreed without a second thought. Surgery, in depth or not, didn't matter to him. He just wanted it done. He wanted to be sure that nobody could ever control him again.

So, after the first few days, Bucky was preparing for surgery.

Steve never left his side.

Steve was like a constant, hovering shield over Bucky. And god, it warmed your heart. Seeing the pair work at finding each other again was goddamn beautiful.

Steve yanked Bucky into a strong hug outside the surgical wing of the internal Wakandan palace medical bay. He held him close, his jaw tight.

Something you hadn’t thought about was that Steve still wasn’t used to the medicine of the modern era. In his time, the mortality rate for brain surgery could reach as high as 38-50%. Those weren’t favorable odds.

Steve pulled back, patting Bucky’s shoulder. “They’re not gonna shave your head for this, are they?”

Bucky huffed a soft laugh and ruffled Steve’s short hair. “They only have to shave an inch or two above my nape, jerk.”

Steve huffed, his top lip disappearing against his teeth. “Good, the long hair’s growing on me.”

You stifled a laugh.

Bucky glanced at you over his shoulder, his arms withdrawing from around Steve. “You think that’s funny?”

“I was trying to picture you bald.” You bit back a smile

“Please don’t.” He huffed, turning to you.

“Too late, it’s already in there.” You tapped against your temple. Bucky caught your wrist and tugged you into a hug. This one was lighter than all those you’ve shared before. Sweeter, not as heavy. Not as wrought with emotion.

His arms slid around your shoulders. You hugged his middle, your hands stroking his back. Bucky released a quiet breath against the crown of your head. You realized Bucky might be just as scared as Steve about this surgery.

Far more, actually.

“You’ll be fine,” you muttered, tickling your nails down his spine. He nodded, humming quietly into your hair.

“I know.”

You pulled back, looking up at him. “Trust me, this is definitely the best health care the world’s ever seen.” You grinned softly. Bucky, to your shock, quietly tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. His fingertips lingered on your jaw.

“Yeah,” he swallowed.

The doors behind him slid open and Shuri popped her head out. “All ready when you are, bud.” She grinned.

Bucky slowly released you and pulled back. You stepped out of his space and absently touched where his fingers left goosebumps. Steve gave Bucky a knowing smile and patted his shoulder again.

“We’ll be waiting.”

Bucky glanced at you over his shoulder. “I know.”

A/N: Can you tell I can't stop using run-on sentences? If you can, don't tell me. Anyways! Hope ya'll liked this one. It almost killed me to write because I am so determined to write this perfectly and logistically.

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mywritesaremylove · 25 days ago

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Soft Metals

Bucky Barnes x Stark OC (Tony Stark's daughter)

The first time Bucky saw her, she was under the hood of a Stark Industries prototype, grease smudged on her cheek and hair twisted into a messy bun that clearly hadn’t been meant for anyone’s eyes but her own. She didn’t flinch when he walked in. Most people did. But not her.

“You’re early,” she said, not looking up. “Or I’m late. Either way, grab a wrench.”

He didn’t. He just stared, trying to figure out how the daughter of Tony Stark—his daughter—could be so unbothered by a man with blood on his hands and a metal arm.

“You're not what I expected,” he said finally.

She looked up, meeting his gaze without hesitation. Her eyes were the same color as Tony’s but softer. Quieter.

“And you’re not the monster the world warned me about.”

That knocked the air out of him.

They worked in silence after that. A rhythm built between them, unspoken but solid. She didn’t treat him like a broken weapon, didn’t flinch when his arm clicked or his voice caught.

Over the next few weeks, he found reasons to linger in the workshop longer than necessary. She caught him watching her once, the corner of her mouth twitching like she knew something he didn’t.

“You keep looking at me like I’m a puzzle.”

“You keep acting like I’m not dangerous,” he replied.

She wiped her hands on a rag, stepped closer. “Maybe I like puzzles. And maybe I don’t scare easy.”

His metal hand twitched at his side. The Winter Soldier would’ve walked away. But Bucky Barnes? He stayed.

And for the first time in a long time, he wanted something more than just redemption.

He wanted her.

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loversrocktvgirl2 · 3 days ago

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Hiii Mari!!!(can I call you that?)

Ugh I have so many ideas in my brain🥲

But what about Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Tony (+anyone else you might wanna add) with an s/o who's got adhd? Not the like, "extroverted" 24/7 adhd, but where they js get random bursts of talkative adhd and stuff?

Or, another separate little idea, them with an s/o who's uncomfortable with alcohol? I feel like its a bit of an interesting concept with Tony cuz he's had plenty of moments where he's drinking in the mcu

Those are the only two I'll bother you with for now until random thouvhts come to me again<3

Please remember to take breaks, have a bite to eat, drink water, and have a nap when you need it!!!<3<3<3 appreciate you<3<3<3

(*noms you lovingly<3*)

gahhhhhhhhh I am so very sorry that it took me this long to write this (21 days is like three weeks so oopsies) but yes here it is

i did not write the alcohol prompt, i don’t have a lot of experience with alcohol honestly lol

and yeah, you can call me mari!! that’s cute as hell

my mini multiverse of madness…

ADHD Headcannons (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Tony)

word count: 0.6k+

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Steve

Steve is a patient soul. He is a thinker and a listener first, and it’s only when he’s perfectly worded a response that he decides to speak. Everything that he does, no matter how impulsive it may seem, has had a lot of his thoughts poured into it. And when he hears you ramble, random and excited, it surprises him. And he loves listening to it.

He is so on board for every little thing you’re into. You got super into cars and he started leaving F1 on on the TV until you started watching it and learning all about it. He’d figured you’d like it. And you ramble about it, explain every little rule and detail and decision, and Steve listens carefully, like he has all of the time in the world and nothing he’d rather be doing.

When you move on, he’s unbothered. Next phase it is!

Bucky

Bucky is brooding and quiet. Also a huge literature nerd. When he gets into things, he thinks about them constantly, yet he never shares them with anybody. Then he gets to know you. And damn, it’s so fun!! You ramble and share and tell him about the things you’re into, and he gets invested. You started watching this cop show, and he’s never seen a single episode. But when he gets home from work, he expects a full recap from you, and he’s invested now.

You eventually convince him to share more about the stuff that he’s into, so he compiles a list of a bunch of his favorite books and some things on his to be read and together, you start a two person bookclub.

You get into his books and the two of you go on tangents about what different things mean. It’s his very favorite thing.

Sam

Sam is loud and rambunctious and playful. He shares and he listens already. But he loves it when you get going talking about something. He jokes that there’s little buzzwords that no one knows that get you rambling about something. One time, he mentioned the words “ten dollar” and you got on a rant about Hamilton. He listened very intently, very amused, for about five minutes, and then couldn’t help but chuckle.

He now has a list of buzzwords on the notes app on his phone and you cannot fight me on this.

Sam playfully teases you a bit about this, but he genuinely doesn’t mind, and he knows what you’re sensitive about and is careful to avoid that when he’s gently teasing you about things.

Overall, though, Sam is a very sweet, funny, playful, and endearing guy and he is more than happy to listen to you rant.

Tony

Tony, honestly? He’s the same damn way.

You both just get very talkative randomly and you’re both extremely sarcastic. You both get very intense hyperfixations and it’s all you can think about. It drives everybody else freaking crazy because, while you do handle Tony better than anyone else on the planet, you are also shockingly alike.

One time, Tony had the gall to ask Steve, “is that what I act like?” after you showed them your diorama of the music industry. It made Steve laugh and nod enthusiastically, “yes!” Tony chuckled, and insisted that it was much more endearing coming from you.

When the two of you both got hyper fixated on this one specific robot model though? HOLY HELL.

Fury laughed and said, “if only I could get you two to work like that on half the S.H.I.E.L.D. missions.”

You two are adorable.

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skwangmbyul · 1 month ago

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rusted [pжавый] - bucky barnes x tony stark's daughter

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summary: Circuits, artificial intelligence, and the shadow of a legacy: while the world saw only the billionaire, genius, playboy, and philanthropist, she knew the man who had taught her to weld before she could even ride a bike.

Hennessy Stark knew the world was more than what met the eye, but understanding how her destiny intertwined with this universe was still a mystery to the young woman.

Her fate would require her to go face to face with metal. And even the most resistant and well guarded ones weren't immune to rust.

starring

the beautiful sarah bolger as hennessy stark:

"my father named me after a drink, and that’s not even the craziest thing he’s ever done."

cross posted on archive of our own, ongoing work

warnings: if sometimes the lines are not the exact ones of the movies, it is because i write this fic in portuguese and follow the pt script, then i just translate it, so a few words may be mismatched.

We'll be following the movies, and I'll do everything in my power to keep this story as faithful as possible to the main Earth-616 canon. The goal is to integrate the character convincingly, so in some movie scenes, she’ll only be mentioned.

iron man (2008)

iron man 2 (2010) - pt 1

iron man 2 (2010) - pt 2

avengers (2012) - pt 1

avengers (2012) - pt 2

avengers (2012) - pt 3

avengers (2012) - pt 4

iron man 3 (2013) - pt 1

iron man 3 (2013) - pt 2

iron man 3 (2013) - pt 3

captain america: tws (2014) - pt 1

captain america: tws (2014) - pt 2

captain america: tws (2014) - pt 3

captain america: the winter soldier (2014) - pt 4 | coming soon

after the blip (2020)

thunderbolts (2025)

thunderbolts - henny meets the team

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myykster · 5 months ago

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hey so i actually didn't disappear for weeks so take this doodle dump

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mychaosflowers · 2 months ago

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Logan Howlett x Reader x Tony Stark

Warning: Smut

The night air feels cool against my flushed skin as I remain bound on the rooftop, completely at the mercy of these two dangerous men who somehow know exactly how to push all my buttons just right. Tony's cocky smirk sends tingles through me as he licks his way up my neck, tasting every inch, while Logan looms over me with that dark, hungry look that makes my head spin.

"Shit." Logan grunts approvingly as I twitch beneath him, "She's a good fuckin' sport." His deep voice drips with lust.

Tony just chuckles in response, breath hot against my ear as he murmurs, "Good enough to make us want to eat her alive..."

I gasp at the vulgar words even muffled by the blindfold, arousal coiling tight in my core. Both men are keeping teasing touches on me - Tony swirling his tongue along my slit through my panties while Logan presses open-mouthed kisses across my jaw and down my throat. It only takes a few more strokes for me to shatter with a long, keening cry.

Logan growls in satisfaction, clearly intent on taking me to the hilt after such a strong climax. "Yeah, beg for it. Beg them to fuck this needy cunt raw."

I try to say something, anything, but my voice comes out barely above a whisper as I strain against the restraints. Logan just chuckles again, running a calloused finger over the curve of my hip bone. "Not yet, baby." he says softly. "We're not done yet."

The next thing I know, I'm pressed back into the couch, and Logan is standing over me, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He pulls off my blindfold and yanks up my hips until I'm lifted onto his lap. The world around us comes back into focus, but all that matters is the feel of his hard body pressed against mine.

"I told you she'd be good." he mutters, his voice low and rough as he begins to lick my ears and dip his tongue into the hollow of my neck.

Tony moves away from me, leaving me to Logan's attention.

He presses me against the cool metal railing and forces my thighs apart, revealing my stretched pussy. Tony’s eyes are glued to me, every curve on my body mapped out in his mind. With a slow smirk, he slides his fingers between my lips and sucks on my clit until my leg spasms uncontrollably.

"Easy does it." Logan murmurs, his grip tightening around my waist. "Let’s see if you can handle this."

He turns me around, pinning my wrists behind me as Tony leans over with a sadistic grin. With a flick of his wrist, he snaps open my panties and gets down on his knees. The heat of his breath kisses my skin as he starts to fuck my mouth with two fingers. Every thrust is laced with desire, every move designed to push me closer to the edge.

"You’re so close." he gasps between thrusts, "but not quite there yet." His words sting with promise as he pushes further inside, stretching me out more than I thought possible. A low moan escapes my throat, a desperate plea for release.

Logan watches with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Fuck yes, just like that." Logan growls, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. "She's getting close again."

"And where do you want her?" Tony taunts, keeping up his relentless pace despite the way my body writhes beneath him. He swirls his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make me see stars.

I arch involuntarily, pain blooming through my sensitive flesh even as another orgasm crashes over me, legs giving out from under me as I shake and thrash in Logan's hold. The overwhelming pleasure makes me dizzy, vision swimming, but still I manage to gasp out.

"Please..." My voice is barely above a whisper. "I need...more."

Tony bites his lip to hide the triumphant smile tugging at his mouth. "Patience, baby." Logan husks in response. "We're nowhere near done playing with our little toy yet."

He slaps my ass playfully and continues kissing my hips, spreading more lubricant on his lips and sending shivers down my spine as he leans back against me. The distance creates tension between us, but Logan’s touch can still set off sparks.

"Hey, now, let’s start at the top again." he says softly, as if we were just starting some sort of game we both want to win. "You know what you like, don’t you? That first time, when it was all about the heat and the touch, not so much about control and restraint?"

His words are laced with a subtle arrogance, knowing exactly how far I’ll go for them, and the memory of their hot fingers making me feel like a hot mess on the couch sends a rush of desire through me. It takes only a few minutes of gentle teasing for me to be begging for more, my voice tight with anticipation.

With a wicked grin, Tony slowly undoes the restraints binding me, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed but still wanting more. We're moving through this slow-burning fire together, each moment carefully crafted by two men who know exactly where to push and pull until we both reach critical mass.

As I'm freed from the restraints, I feel a rush of exhilaration mixed with fear. Tony's hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my hips and the swell of my breasts. His fingers brush against my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.

Logan stands up, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulls out his wallet and slaps it open onto the counter. A moment later, a condom is torn off and slapped onto his dick, a look of pure lust flashing across his face.

"Time to take this show on the road." he growls, pulling me into his arms and spinning me around to face him. He presses his lips against mine, his tongue dancing in and out of my mouth as Tony moves closer behind us.

"You two are something else." I say, my voice muffled by Logan's chest. "I don't know if I can keep up."

Tony chuckles, his hand slipping between my legs to tease my clit once more. "Don't worry. You can handle us."

They move with purpose now, both men focused on bringing me to the brink again and again. Each touch is deliberate, every kiss carefully placed to drive me mad with desire. My own arousal rises to meet them step for step, building in intensity until it feels like a physical force pressing against my limits.

Logan drops to his knees once more, one hand gripping my hip while the other finds its way under my shirt, nails raking lightly over the smooth skin of my stomach. Tony works at my entrance again, the condom slick and hot against my most sensitive parts.

"Let go, baby." Logan murmurs, his breath hot on my ear. "For me?"

I want to tell him no but I can't seem to form the words. My head is spinning, overwhelmed by the pleasure they're inflicting upon me. All I can do is let out a shaky moan as my body starts to betray me once more.

"Come on." Tony taunts, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust of his hips. "Give us what we want."

The world explodes in a final, blinding rush of sensation. Every nerve ending screams with pleasure as both men ride me deep inside, their bodies pounding against my own in perfect sync. The rooftop vanishes, the city noise fades into a distant hum—all that exists is this moment, this raw, shared ecstasy.

My muscles spasm uncontrollably, limbs flailing as I scream Logan’s and Tony’s names in equal measure. They grind deeper into me, each thrust a brutal symphony of lust and domination. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it ends.

I collapse against Logan, panting and drenched in sweat, the remnants of my orgasm clinging to my skin like a second layer. He holds me tight, whispering, "That’s how we do things, baby."

Tony leans in and kisses my neck, his voice husky with satisfaction. "You were good." he says. "We’ll have to do this again soon."

As I gaze back at them, two powerful figures silhouetted against the rising sun.

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language.

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lokistemptress · 3 months ago

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“Protect My Heart”

Steve Rogers x Reader

Angst with no happy ending? I don’t know.

steve rogers was weird. in all the right ways of course, i'd assume that if i had gotten injected with a super serum, met the love of my life just to lose her to time and age, be trapped in the ice while the world ages around me and keep my youth, i'd probably be a little weird and off-putting too.

the entire world knows who captain america is, and i've had the chance to work with him. he's tall, broad, all blond hair and bright shiny blue eyes. he's cute, he knows he's cute too. probably hates being called cute, but i can't imagine him as anything other than cute.

he has a certain way that he looks at you, like he's looking right through you. but don't ever upset him, he's great at holding grudges. he's been gone for far to long and with the threat of ultron upon us, we now hide away in clint barton's house.

we're not the only people in the house, tony stark who's the iron man, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, extraordinaire (as i'm sure he'd enjoy being called). and then there's his 'twin', bruce banner. just as smart, just as attractive, but not arrogant. he's shy and that's just as cute as he is. and then there's people like natasha romanoff (and maria hill, my two favorite people in the world).

of course, we cannot forget about the god who literally fell to earth. thor, the god of thunder. there were hundreds of other people, working the systems to keep us all safe from threats. and as busy as we are, steve won't leave me alone.

i'm standing in the kitchen area, busy making some sandwiches to pass the time while every conversates about the next move. clint's children run around the house. "i can help you." steve suggested, leaning against the counter. i had multiple plates, already stacked high with different kinds of sandwiches. laura already said she'd help, since this was her home, but i shrugged her off and told her to spend some time with her family instead.

the weirdest thing about steve is that he's persistent. when he wants something, he won't give up until he succeeds. i can't say i'm not the same way, but he thinks of me as some sort of mission i'm sure of it. "they're just sandwiches steve." i sighed, closing the lid to the peanut butter. "i can be helpful."

"be helpful somewhere else!"

he doesn't ever take the hints. he's like a bug i can't kill. i'm sure half the world would be on their knees, begging for a chance to go on a date with steve rogers, but i think i'd rather die. no one should be stupid enough to do that. steve is a great guy, but his heart and his mind lie with another woman who he can never with. peggy carter, the love of his life, whom he lost so early. his poor heart holds onto her too much for his body to handle, so he finds someone else to satiate his need for love and it was me.

you know how when baby ducks or chickens are born, they imprint on the first thing they see as their mother, that's exactly what it felt like for steve and i, but instead of me being his mother he wants me as a lover. i cannot put myself through that ever. it hurts a lot to know the truth, to know he doesn't actually like me. what am i even supposed to do? i don't like pushing him away and ignoring him, i don't like being rude to the captain america.

what if one date turns into two, two turn into spending nights with each other, kisses in between talking, and we have sex or something. what happens if i do fall in love with captain america? what happens when i want something more from him but he tells me he's not looking for anything serious. he's too caught up on his ex. i know steve is old fashioned, he'd never actually do that to a woman, but this isn't the 40s anymore and he's much older than i am, he's tired of fighting but he won't stop and that will be his downfall, and mine too if i don't put a stop to all of this.

"you don't like me much huh?" he scoffs jokingly, standing up from the counter and moving to stand behind me instead. "i do like you steve, i just don't need help making sandwiches." i put the cheese slices and the meat back into the refrigerator. "you know, if you want to help, you can take these to the living room while i bring these to the kids." i suggested, pointing to the plates. i grab a different plate, beginning to walk away but steve catches my wrist. "please talk to me." he begs quietly. i poke the inside of my cheek with my tongue, running it over my bottom teeth. i've said no to going on a date with steve rogers three times now.

the first time, it was very proper. asking me out after loki was put away and handled with by thor. he stopped me from leaving the building. "you did good out there." i shrugged. "beats working in an office staring at a screen any day." he laughed. body dirty, breathless, and sweating. "i'm sure it does." our conversation flows for a second, reveling in our win, talking about everything and nothing. "so i was thinking that we could... maybe do something tomorrow night..." steve asks, running his fingers through his hair. "i don't know rogers, we're kinda busy."

"no yeah i get it. i'm pretty busy too." he crossed his arms behind his back, rocking back and forth. "well, i'm supposed to see loki off and we're all splitting apart for a bit so... i'll see you later?" i nodded, watching as he walked away.

did steve rogers just ask me out?

the second time he tried was when we were on the run from the government after siding with his long time best friend, and super solider experiment, james bucky barnes, and found ourselves living on the outskirts of some small country's town i couldn't pronounce the name of. we were just lying in the grass together. he hadn't had the time to shave in a while, a light stubble beginning to show. we just stared at the stars wondering if our lives were going to be lived out like this. a small cabin in the woods that we found. spending all our time in the woods with natasha and hunting for animals and plants. what i wouldn't have done for a burger. "so i was thinking, a few years back, we never got a chance to hang out just us, and we're here, right now. know we can't do much, but i was thinking if you'd want to do this again sometime..." he trailed off. i didn't glance at him, i knew he was looking at me but i wasn't sure what to say. "steve now's not really a good time to get... entangled." steve just nods silently. "yeah, that makes sense i guess."

i couldn't believe he was trying again. i thought he had forgotten. i know i hadn't, i couldn't stop thinking about him asking me out. and here he was, wanting to try again. i got up and headed back to the cabin without even saying anything. i felt sick to my stomach again. the night air felt colder, a pain filling up my chest.

how dare he? who does he think he is?

strutting around the cabin shirtless, chopping wood for fire, learning how to hunt and which berries and plants could kill us and wouldn't kill us. humming 40s music while starting fires to heat up the water to make it drinkable.

when i taught him how to sew our clothes back together after running in the woods, sleeve being caught and torn by branches. teaching him how to braid hair, gently but quick so it wouldn't waste too much time. pointing at the stars together, sneaking into town to watch as it quiets down as the sun sets. dogs bark in the background. making ice cream with just milk and ice. hiding in alleyways from cops and laughing when they'd pass.

it makes me feel guilty for falling in love with a man who's mentally taken.

sure peggy carter isn't here anymore, but she haunts him in his sleep. for a few split seconds, i'd see a future with us together, a kid or two, living in a house just big enough for the two of us. maybe a dog or a cat for our kids to play with. and then reality strikes when he'd fall asleep and whisper her name that keeps me awake and thinking for days.

the third time he asked me out was as soon as we got into the house. he hadn't even gotten the chance to ask, i already knew what he wanted from me. i was on my way to check on natasha, she had been so excited about laura having another baby, and she thought it was gonna be a gril named natasha. it turned out to be a boy instead.

"no steve." i said, not even letting him speak. he pulls me into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. "don't say no, i just think it would be fun, doesn't have to mean anything-"

"no steve! it means everything to me!" he tries to talk again but i push back against his chest. he could easily over power me, he's stronger than i am. my heart is beating so fast. i can't look him in the eye. i make sure to keep steve far enough from me while i pull the door open and disappear to the kitchen instead. there's far too much going on.

which brings me to now. the fourth time. "there's nothing to talk about." i drop my head, placing the plates down on the table so i don't drop them and waste them. "there's a lot we need to talk about actually. like how you keep running from me." he flips me around, holding onto my shoulders to keep me in place. "i can't give you what you want."

"and how do you know what i want?"

"i know you want peggy back. and i'm not her, not even close. i know you'd do anything to see her again, to hear her voice. to have her see you. i know you missed out on the greatest love of your life and i can't-i won't compete with that."

steve just leans down, pressing his lips against mine. he doesn't listen either. our lips don't stay attached for long, cause i untangle my body from his grip. "you have to stop steve! you tell me to stop running and hiding from you, but when are you gonna stop running and hiding from yourself too?"

"you think you know what i want? well it's not true. ever since i got out of the ice, i wasn't sure what it meant. i knew i should have died but i didn't. and for a long time i was lost, everyone i had ever loved was gone, everything i thought i knew was a lie, and the world was different. but i didn't regret the decision i made, and that same decision lead me to you somehow!"

"you do not mean that!" i shouted back. "don't i? you don't know what i want!" he crosses his arms over his chest, standing tall and proud. i hate when he does that. he just looks so strong like this. "what do you want?" i asked slowly, keeping my voice low and calm but i was anything but it. "what do you want steve!"

"i want you to stop running from this! why do you do it? tell me the truth. i know you're not afraid of me. and i know it's not because you're seeing someone else, and it can't be about peggy either." he tilts his head, searching my eyes.

"why can't it? how am i supposed to give you my heart when yours belongs to someone else? what will i get in return?" i don't know when but i started crying. i can feel the little tears cascade down my cheeks the longer this conversation goes on. i wonder if someone will come find us, or will this conversation die out on it's own before then? "you have my heart already y/n, that's what you're not understanding. i'm already yours, i just need you to be mine too." steve inches closer, placing his hands on my hips. one hand cups my cheek, wiping away the tears. "please don't cry." he whispers soothingly. i reach up, cupping my hand with his own. i take a moment to revel in this feeling, the light enters his eyes again but i crush it by pulling back. he cannot win this war. i drop his hand to his side, using my other hand to brush him off my hip. i can still feel his touch on me, hands heavy.

"i'm sorry steve, but i need to put myself first for once, and i need to protect my heart. please, please don't ask me out again. it will always be no."

he doesn't say anything more when i grab the plates and carry them out of the kitchen and into the hallway where i walk slowly to the living room, trying to catch my own breath. "i've made sandwiches." i said, expertly setting them down on the table while everyone crowds around the tray. i fall back a few steps, moving outside to get some fresh air. i sit down on the steps of clint's house. aside from natasha and fury, i was the third person to learn about clint's secret life. was it weird to imagine my life would be like this at some point?

when i was at my lowest, nick fury spotted me in a crowd of hundreds. he always was drawn to the most messed up people. the front door creaks open and i hold in a groan. if he's followed me out here again, i might just lose my shit.

but it's natasha. he's freshly showered, sad smile on her lips. "what's up with you?" we both ask in unison. a broken laugh passes between the two of us. "you first." i nudged her shoulder. "i wish bruce would just let himself go for once. he's too fearful."

their romance had been budding since she first picked him up. it was so slow and quiet, compared to steve who won't take no for an answer. "you?" she asks while we stare ahead at the meadow fields and trees in the distance. "steve won't take no for an answer. he's not fearful enough."

nat holds back a smile but i can see her lips twinge upward. "maybe you should stop holding back then. you and bruce are too similar. you push everyone away thinking it's for the greater good, and you won't be selfish just one time?"

"you can't be selfish with a guy like steve rogers. he could die any minute, i've read his files. i've seen everything he's done to get where he is today. he saved the world by landing a plane in the middle of the ocean where he froze over for 60 years. i can't put myself in peggy's position. history has a funny way of repeating itself." natasha sits silently. "i never thought of that for you." i glance at her confused. "what?"

"steve and i... we talk. we talk about you." i raise my eyebrows. "you do?" she nods and hums. "we talk about why you keep saying no, what's keeping you from saying yes. i did some digging, you don't have a secret family like clint, you're not stuck on an ex partner, you have family out there somewhere. they're too protected by shield that even i can't find them." i let out a quick sigh. i tell my family i work as a travel agent. everything was fine, and they had no idea, until my face popped up on a screen with hawkeye and natasha at my side, and of course running from the government is kind of hard to keep a secret.

"i just figured you didn't like him. i told him to stop trying after the first time, but i don't think he'll stop asking until you say yes."

"this isn't the notebook. i don't care how dangerous his proposals get, i won't give in. i can't see a logical reason to. he'll make me happy? i make myself happy. i won't be alone? i have you and maria. sexual pleasures? there's one night stands for a reason." natasha snorts and shakes her head. "you are so far gone into your own little world you can't even see the truth."

"okay, and what's the truth?"

"the truth is that you're right. maybe you love him, and maybe he makes the ultimate decision to sacrifice his life for everyone else's safety, but maybe he doesn't have to go through that and you two will live happily ever after. the truth is that he loves you and he wants to show you. god knows where i'd be right now if bruce showed me he loved me." natasha stands up, offering me a hand but i shake my head. "that's fine, you have a lot to think about now." she pats my shoulder and heads back into the house.

can you be selfish with a guy like steve rogers? everything about him is so attractive. like a magnetic pull i'm to weak to steer clear from. sharp features, strong build. he's smart, loyal, kind, brave. it's these thing's that worry me deeply.

although peggy never had a public speech about her feeling's toward steve, him being in the ice, his 'death' that shocked the world. everyone knew that she became a ghost of herself. she still went to work every morning, got dressed, ate breakfast, laughed and made her own jokes, went and fought in wars, and was brave too. but even though i too fight in wars and i wake up every morning and i get too see him, feel him, know him, i'm not brave at all. the thought of losing steve eats away at me every time i look at him. i'll never know his last day, my last day. even if i did know, even if it was tomorrow, i do not have the strength in me to admit that i'm in love with steve rogers and he loves me too because i'm so afraid of it. afraid of what it means to be in a relationship with a man such as him. the people who'll come after us, what will happen when that time comes? i know he'd do anything for the people he loves.

it's one thing to be his friend, a partner in crime, hiding away in a cabin in the woods, staring at stars and making ice cream, but it's a whole other thing to actually be his. sacrificing yourself for a friend is the greatest sacrifice you could ever make, but steve sacrificing himself for my life, as a lover is the ultimate portrayal of love i do not deserve. i've held him off for this long, i can handle holding him off even longer.

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i also hope the ending makes enough sense cause i suck at writing marvel stuff. basically, she won't date steve bc she is afraid of how much she'll get hurt if he dies, and is worried that if something happens to her he’d risk his life/die for her, which she feels like she’s doesn’t deserve.

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DC x MARVEL Crossover: Forbes Richest Special | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician

Synopsis: Forbes magazine is releasing a special featuring the billionaires that are running the show, and Bruce is invited for a photoshoot. In New York City. Bringing his wife, Bruce will need all of Vivian’s support as he goes through it especially when he is facing a long-term rival in the industry and in people’s opinion: Tony Stark.

Dear Mr. Wayne,

We would like to congratulate you on…

There really was no need for him to read through all that, Bruce already knew where this was going and just skimmed through the email to get to the point, which was way in the middle at the second paragraph, and he dreaded the list of keywords: Billionaires special. Magazine photoshoot. Interview. As much as Bruce wanted to ignore this invite, Marketing advised him to go to the shoot and have the interviews to help boost up sentiment from other partners for Wayne Enterprises.

“If you had Superman’s heat vision, I’m pretty sure you would have burned a hole through your laptop’s screen,” the sound of Vivian’s voice had him break his glare at the email.

“You’re back early,” he said.

“I should be telling you that, Mr. Wayne,” Vivian went to his side and kissed his lips.

“Lucius and I wrapped up earlier than expected, then he told me to read the next email he forwarded when I got home.”

“Any reason for the very specific instructions?”

“So I don’t call Marketing and give a flatout no.”

“What is this email anyway? It can’t be that bad,” Vivian moved to check. The moment she saw the email signature, she paused, then she read the entire thing. “Tell me you’re a billionaire without telling me you’re a billionaire.”

“You’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not, I am happy for you for this honorable mention, and look at you and the other billionaires who are invited. Are you in some sort of billionaire’s club?”

“You are making fun of me.”

“I am not,” Vivian sat on his lap and went to kiss his cheek. “I am so proud of you for achieving this recognition. It is the greatest achievement there is.”

“You are making fun of me.”

Vivian rolled her eyes, “What would it take for you to believe that I mean this seriously.”

“The fact that you had to say that means you are making fun of me. Just admit it, Viv. You think this is ridiculous.”

“A little, only because there can be better ways to recognize these brilliant people than flaunt them on a top ranking of their net worth. But I am proud of you, Bruce.”

“I’m only there because I was given all of this. I didn’t make it.”

Vivian maneuvered herself to sit directly on his lap facing him. “That is the truth and you’re not denying it but a couple of years ago you were millionaire Bruce Wayne, but now you’re billionaire Bruce Wayne. That’s a huge step. It’s not easy to add another zero to your account, you know. So, you earned this, Bruce.”

Bruce looked at her, his hands trailed from her thighs under the stockings she wore, purposely grazing under her hiked up skirt then to her bottom to keep her from falling. Then there was her hair that was tied up to a bun earlier when she went to work but was now let down to frame her face.

“Lucius put you up to this, didn’t he?” Bruce said.

She smiled, the cheeky one. The one that shows she’s been found out but not exactly out of the game. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’m going to have a word with him about using my wife to get me to say yes to this interview.”

“Then I’m guessing it worked?” Vivian kissed the side of his lips.

“Fine. But first, tell me why I should do it?”

“Because recently Stark Industries has been getting your partners in New York, and you need to show them that Bruce Wayne is still in the game.”

“That’s confidential.”

“It’s on the papers, Bruce. I read about the partner you supply in New York pulling out to join Stark Industries… Then there was a little column about it too from last weeks’ paper. Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“But we’re married, Bruce. That’s what marriage is about.”

“Stark has been aggressive with his moves, especially with this new element he discovered—it’s sustainable energy, even with just the size of a nickel that new element can light an entire building, and that’s exactly what he uses with his building. Wayne Technologies has nothing that can combat that.”

“I don’t know much about science but I know my husband. There’s no fight he doesn’t end up losing. So are you going to say yes?”

“Fine. But I’ll send the email later, right now,” Bruce got up, bringing Vivian with him. He swept the papers from the side of his desk and placed her there. His hands ripped her stockings, which earned a slap at the shoulder but he tempered that anger with a kiss and promised to get her new ones (not that he needed to, he knew Vivian will just fix it with magic), then he hiked up her skirt. “If you’re going to play games like that, Mrs. Wayne, then you better be ready for the consequences.”

Vivian was blushing red this time but she welcomed his kiss and said, “I’m always ready, Mr. Pryor.”

~ * ~

Later that night, Lucius Fox received an email from Bruce, replying to the one he sent about the Forbes magazine interview and photoshoot. A sigh of relief left his lips as he read:

I’ll ask Marge to move all my meetings for that day and the two days that follow. Viv and I are heading there first thing that morning. I’ll handle the hotel booking.

And this is the last time you’ll ask Vivian to get me to do something for Wayne Enterprises.

A slap on the wrist.

Lucius was prepared for that, and he was glad it worked. He typed a quick reply to Bruce on the other details of the event and an apology for doing it, and hit send. Once he was done, he got out his phone and messaged Vivian: Almost lost my job. Thanks.

To which Vivian replied: He wouldn’t fire you. And you’re welcome.

~ * ~

Jason was pissed with good reason but Bruce has a good point too. Last week, Bruce told him he and Vivian will be heading to New York, at first he didn’t specify why until Vivian told him it was because Bruce was one of Forbes’ Top Billionaire List but told him to not mention it because it pisses him off. At first Jason didn’t give a damn about their trip to New York until he heard from Alfred that they booked a hotel at the Ritz for three days but they might stay a bit longer because after the whole interview and photoshoot Tony Stark is inviting everyone to attend a party he was hosting.

And who doesn’t want to meet the Tony Stark, right?

Jason begged Vivian to let him come along but Bruce was firm on his decision that he stays in Gotham.

“The city needs someone to look after it while Batman is gone,” Bruce told him.

“I get what you mean and I appreciate the trust, but Bruce it’s Tony Stark—Stark Industries—Stark Expo!” Jason argued.

But Bruce didn’t even bat an eye on his reason.

That was it.

So now here he was standing at the driveway, watching Bruce putting their things in the car while Vivian listed some things she’ll be leaving for Alfred and Dick to keep an eye on—the latter came to Gotham after Vivian reached out to him to, in Jason’s words, babysit. After she was done with the list, she thanked the old butler and Dick with a hug then turned to Jason.

“Don’t pout like that, it makes me want to chuck you in the backseat so you can come along to New York with us,” she said.

“Funny. Way to add salt to the wound, Viv,” Jason said.

“We’re sorry that we can’t bring you today but I promise: we’ll go to New York at our own time and have a little family vacation.”

“Tell me, will that next time have Tony Stark and the possibility of going to his parties?”

“No but seeing that you’re looking forward to Stark parties, I think you not coming with us is a good idea. You’re still too young to go to those parties.”

“But I’m not too young to fight crime in a bird costume?” He purposely called out the last part for Bruce to hear.

“See it as a promotion in your Robin duties. When will be the next time Batman leaves Robin on his own to watch over Gotham, right?”

Jason huffed. “Fine.”

“I promise I’ll get you Tony Stark’s autograph and have him give a shoutout too,” Vivian opened her arms. “Now stop pouting.”

Jason lets her hug him. “Fine,” he grumbled, then he wrapped his arms around her too and said, “Be careful in New York.”

“We will. Be careful here, baby bird.”

“I will, I promise.”

After the hug, Bruce walked up to Dick and Jason and—

Patted their back.

“I feel the love,” Dick jokes.

“We’ll try to get back as fast as we can,” Bruce told him. “And if there’s an emergency, don’t hesitate to call. I’ll be there instantly.”

“I got this, Bruce. Have fun drinking your reverse miracle drinks—courtesy of our miracle worker right here.”

“I don’t think the ‘Big G’ appreciates that comment,” Vivian chuckled.

“I got this. Enjoy New York and Stark Industries, and all the cool things that every teenage boy wants to try out.”

“Trust me, you’re not going to miss out on anything. It’s a business trip,” Bruce told them, particularly Jason. “Be careful out there, chum.”

With that heartfelt goodbye, Bruce and Vivian got in the car and drove away. Once they were out of sight, a flash passed Dick and Jason and standing beside the former was Wally West, eating a corndog which Dick hoped was not from that vendor in Otisburg.

“I don’t recall us expecting visitors, Master Dick,” said Alfred.

“Don’t worry, Al. I got permission,” Dick shrugged.

“From which master of the house?”

To which Jason answered: “The fun one.”

~ * ~

A couple of days ago, the closest to a “rich-man’s club” she ever got to is within Gotham’s socialites and in that gathering Bruce is still the richest man in the room. But in Stark Tower, where the photoshoot was being held, Vivian was amongst the richest of the rich in America. Though she knew that there are far richer men and women than Bruce, it was hard to believe it was true; and never in her life did she think she would be in the room amongst these richest of the rich. She didn’t even think she'd ever visit Stark Tower!

The moment she stepped out of the car and saw the building, she thought of Dick and Jason and how much they would enjoy seeing this. She felt guilty in not fighting hard enough to get them to join them there but Gotham needs Batman, and in the absence of the Bat, there is Nightwing and Robin. And of course, Stark’s party is not really made for minors.

“Like the view?” A man came beside Vivian from where she stood by the ceiling to floor glass window that showed New York.

“Who wouldn’t love to wake up to this?” Vivian answered. “Stark—Tony Stark.” She stumbled in her words as she came face to face with the richest man in America—according to Forbes’ ranking this year. She couldn’t believe she was standing beside the innovator and the Iron Man, Tony Stark with his custom tailored suit, his glasses—which she believes had his AI integrated to—then there’s his signature smirk on his face which she would always see on the news—digital or print—or on YouTube videos that has his edits.

“Professor Vivian Pryor,” Tony held out his hand to her. “Sorry, Professor Vivian Pryor-Wayne. A pleasure to meet you, I have read one of your books Acts of Heroism, Symbols of Hope: The Cultural Construction of Superhero Icons, you mentioned me in one of your sections—if I’m correct, it was in Chapter Four, and you said in the lines that I was awesome and the greatest superhero there was.”

Vivian chuckled. “You sure you read the right book, Mr. Stark?”

“I do, because…” he gestured for someone to approach. It was a man bigger than Tony, wearing a black suit, and handed him a book. Her book. “Thanks, Happy. Because this is the book,” Tony showed the cover. Then he opened to the very back where it had her author’s biography. “And that’s you,” he made a teasing face of shock as he pointed at her profile photo.

She remembered that shoot, it wasn’t her agent who booked it—Bruce did. Knowing how much she loved Dan Brown, in one of their little trips abroad, he had them go to St. Peter’s Basilica where a photographer he hired was already waiting for them. It was a surprise, he said, he wanted to let her have the photo in one of the places her favorite literary character went to, since it was the Robert Langdon books that got her into her current profession.

It was a sweet gesture, and she can only imagine how he contacted the administration to set it up.

Back to where she was, Vivian said to Tony: “That is me, but if memory serves me right, I wrote that the Iron Man is a symbol for ingenuity. Your supporters, Mr. Stark, are mostly from whose careers are in STEM.”

“Really? I can’t seem to remember that,” Tony went to her side and flipped through the pages. “Because I was sure you said it was because I was the most awesome and hottest superhero—”

Vivian laughed.

“By the way, while we’re here,” he held out a Sharpie. “It’s not everyday you visit New York. Can I get your autograph here? And have to…”

As Vivian tried to sign Tony Stark’s copy of her book, if she could since he kept joking around, Bruce was finished with makeup, the solo shoot, and talking to one of the people of the magazine. He looked around to find Vivian, he even made a whole 360-degree turn, then he found her at the corner by the large window—figures—with Tony Stark. It looked like they were talking, but what caught his attention was that she was laughing at something the man said to her. Then Stark handed his phone to his personal security, Harold Joseph "Happy" Hogan, so he could get a photo with Vivian—or was it a video?

It was an innocent looking photo, despite the arm over Vivian’s shoulder, as Stark was pointing at the copy of Vivian’s book that she signed for him. Still there was his arm and the fact he made her laugh and blush like that.

“You are going to love this place, Professor, I’m telling you,” Stark said. “You should come to the party—”

“Viv,” Bruce approached them.

“Bruce, finished already?” Vivian went to his side immediately and held his hand.

“Not yet, the photographer wants another one with the others. I see you’ve met Mr. Stark.”

“Come on, Bruce, it’s like we didn’t play in the same fifty-thousand-dollar sandbox when we were kids,” Tony joked. “I was just talking to the lovely Professor Pryor about her book, and I do have some notes on the next time she writes about me—I’ll just email them to you, Viv.”

Vivian chuckled, “I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for that.”

“Anyway, I was also extending the invitation to the party I’m hosting here, in Stark Tower, right after all of this,” he made a gesture to everything happening around them. “Of course, you’re also invited.”

“Of course, we’ll be sure to be there,” Bruce answered. “I think they’re calling for you there, Stark.”

“I’ll be right over, first,” Tony took the Stark Expo hat from Happy, Vivian’s not sure where he got it or does he always have one on him, and signed the cap. “For your kid. The younger one—Jason, right?”

“He would have been thrilled with the video but he’ll appreciate this too. Thank you, Tony,” Vivian accepted the hat.

“I’ll make sure to give your eldest something he’ll really enjoy. See you both later,” Tony winked and walked towards the shoot area. “I’ll see you later, Bruce.”

Bruce didn’t reply, he only watched as Tony Stark walked away and headed to the stage where he engaged with the photographer and the staff as he made his pose after pose. The sudden poke on his side had Bruce look down to his wife who said he’s been looking at Tony Stark for a while now.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

Then she smiled. He knew that smile all too well and he knew she had something to tease him on. And he was right.

“Personally, I wouldn’t mind if you look and I’m sure Tony Stark wouldn’t either… I mean, look at him,” she gestured to Stark. “He’s…”

“Narcissistic?”

“I was going to say he's hot, Bruce.”

He frowned at that. “What did Stark say to you?”

“Just a little fun—some jokes, he read my book and asked me to sign, then he asked for a photo and then he made a little video shouting out to Jason and Dick. They’ll appreciate that.”

You won’t say that about Batman, he thought but he immediately pushed those thoughts away. But then again if Vivian ever told the boys that Batman has a video for them, Dick and Jason would just whine and drag their asses to the computer to watch but with Stark…

When Jason found out they were going to meet with Tony Stark (and the other rich people, this part got drowned out), he was all about Stark. What teenage boy doesn’t want to be like Tony Stark? He’s Iron Man, and probably the only superhero who doesn’t hide his civilian identity. Because like Batman, Iron Man is Stark.

But unlike Batman, Iron Man is less serious at times.

“Hey,” Vivian grabbed him by his chin and had him look at her. “Jelly green doesn’t suit you.”

“What?”

“I’m your wife, Bruce, I know what that look on your face means.”

“And what does it mean?”

“And I know when you’re being an absolute child.”

Stark’s photoshoot finished, now it was time for the group photo of the top ten and those ten will be interviewed the following day. Before Bruce could join the others to the stage, Vivian pulled him by his tie and kissed his lips. He was startled at first but he soon followed her lead and held her waist. Pulling away, she fixed his tie and ran her thumb over his lips to fix the little make-up they put on him with the use of her magic. He still held her, his thumb caressing circles on her waist.

“Better?” She asked him.

“A little,” he smirked. “To be continued in our hotel.”

“That might take a bit longer because Tony invited us for dinner.”

Bruce groaned. “Please tell me you said no.”

“Couldn’t even get a word in. He already had Happy Hogan---who I think is his bodyguard—to have his private chef prepare dinner. We'll be having it in his penthouse. Here in Stark Tower.”

Bruce rolled his eyes.

“Viv, I know you love him but can we borrow Brucie for just a minute?” Stark called out.

Vivian sighed. “Go so we can finish this and have dinner. God, I don't remember photoshoots taking this long.”

She pushed Bruce to join the others while she walked to the spot behind the photographer where a woman with red hair stood. She wore corporate clothing, a beautiful blue dress, her red hair tied to a bun, and she held a tablet in hand.

“Professor Pryor,” she greeted and held out her hand. “Virginia Potts.”

“Ms. Potts,” Vivian shook her hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you. The future CEO of Stark Industries, I believe.”

“Yes,” She chuckled. “Have you met Tony?”

“Yes, I have. Mr. Stark is a people person. And has a soft-spot for kids,” she showed the hat he signed.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot that you have kids.”

“I wouldn't really call them kids now. One is in his twenties and the other is a teenager.”

“I can only imagine how that is.”

“I'd say chaos,” and it is considering the line of work the family was in. “But they're pretty grounded…” but for the time Dick swung at the chandelier and crashed, and the time she caught Jason smoking on the roof.

“Happy said Tony asked to book a reservation for the four of us later---I'm sorry about Tony, I could see Mr. Wayne isn't too happy about him.”

They both turned to the shoot and saw Bruce barely smiling as Tony kept making jokes and was goofing around with the others. Even Oliver Queen was laughing.

“He's not always like that---Bruce is just more of an introvert.”

“I never thought…”

“Well, yeah, me neither, especially when we just started dating. I mean billionaire-playboy-philanthropist Bruce Wayne--right? But when I got to know him he's more of an introvert.”

“I guess people cope in different ways,” Pepper trailed off. “I don't mean to---I mean, I know about Mr. Wayne's history.”

“No, it's alright. Even he admitted it.”

In a split moment, Vivian saw Bruce looking at her. Taking the chance, she made a gesture for him to smile, even just a little bit---and it worked. A small smile came to his lips as Bruce looked at her and he turned to the camera to have the photo taken.

“Look at that, even the Grinch knows how to smile. A Christmas miracle,” said Tony.

And it was gone.

Pepper and Vivian sighed, and the former muttered: “Oh, Tony.”

~ * ~

Bruce and Tony were night and day when it comes to personalities. Throughout dinner, Tony would tell jokes, revel in his stories about being Iron Man, his work with the Avengers, and then his stories with Colonel Rhodes–War Machine--and some celebrities he came across with. He was mostly fond of his interactions with the Hulk, Dr Bruce Banner. While Vivian engaged with Stark and his stories, and with Pepper Potts, Bruce was mostly quiet and would only talk when he was asked a question. Vivian found it odd how Bruce is so annoyed with Tony Stark's jokes and personality when the man was the very mask that Bruce would wear when he was trying to pass off as a playboy.

“So Professor, any chance of you transferring to Ivy League schools?” Stark began.

Vivian only laughed awkwardly---that caught Bruce's attention.

“She laughs but a couple people I know in Harvard and Yale and Columbia are actually trying to pouch you to join them,” Stark continued.

“Viv?” Bruce was about to ask but Vivian reached to his hand under the table and squeezed it. They'll talk about it later.

“I'm currently happy where I am,” said Vivian.

Stark scoffed. “I doubt GU is giving you half of what they're offering. With Gotham's current state—No offence, Bruce.”

“Well, I also work in the museum, so no worries about that, and Gotham has been generous when it comes to my research. Call it an idealists’ dream, but I plan to turn GU to a leader for HUMSS studies and graduates. I know our facilities aren't anywhere close to Ivy Leagues and our acceptance rate isn't anywhere close to Harvard's but that's the thing. We want to make education---specialized education---accessible to our students. We want to give every person a chance to make something out of their lives. As much as we'd want to be in the same league as Ivy schools that would ruin the purpose. I actually got into GU because of a scholarship.”

“What about Oxford or Cambridge? I heard you grew up in Liverpool,” Pepper asked.

“Even with the scholarship, we couldn't afford the tuition. Same goes for Harvard, Columbia, Brown, Yale,” Vivian chuckled. “I even applied for Metropolis University's scholarship, it just so happens Gotham University is the one that is more attainable and sustainable in terms of finance.”

“But you were a Martha Wayne scholar.”

“I was, but it wasn't a full scholarship at that time since I wasn't a Gothamite, but my Mom was but we didn't really live in the city. So me staying at GU is more of a personal mission---and there's also the part where my family lives there.”

“But if you want to, we can,” Bruce spoke for the first time in a while. “Just tell me and we can work something out.”

Vivian reached out and caressed his cheek. “I know. And I'm telling you, I want to stay there,” she kissed his cheek. “Gotham needs you. Without the Wayne name, who will keep the city from depravity?”

“Quite hubris if you ask me,” Bruce chuckled and had her turn to him and kiss her lips.

The cough had the two break their kiss and turn to their companions. Vivian muttered an apology and went to drink her scotch.

“While we are on the subject of Viv, here---I gotta ask,” Tony began. “I read about your whole murder scene during your book launch on a small column on the paper, and how you took down the cult behind all of it with the Batman. Tell me, how was the Big Bad Bat?”

Vivian took a breath. “Well, first, that's not the first encounter I had with Batman. The whole mysterious thing and the dark knight adds to the fear he's trying to inflict on Gotham criminals, and he can be really, really annoying, especially during interrogation.”

Bruce’s hold on her hand tightened.

“What do you mean?” Pepper asked.

Vivian smirked. “Well, not everyone knows but the Bat has his ways of getting information. He accused me of all the murders so I could get publicity for my book.”

“What an ass!”

“I know,” Vivian laughed. She could feel Bruce’s hold on her. She was messing with him and he knows it. “I was in the safe house at that time, he breaks in---shocker---and he makes these assumptions of possible motives I have and then I snapped. Then I think he was looking for something there to confirm my alibis, I think, and then he revealed his real agenda. Long-story-short, we went to find the cult, which I showed him by following the patterns that the cult used by some old feminists of the early years of Gotham, and we took down Deacon Blackfire.”

“Blackfire is this cult leader who believes he gets his immortality by bathing in the blood of humans,” Bruce supplied.

“And there's that. Batman saves the day and I get recognition and a second chance to promote my book with the help of Bruce Wayne.”

Tony looked at the couple. “And Bruce just swooped in and acted like a knight in shining armor.”

“For the book launch,” Vivian added. “But yeah, and after that he asked me out and the rest is history.”

“And where's the Bat now?”

“In Gotham, where he should be,” said Bruce.

“And what about his sidekicks? What can you say about the whole Batman and Robin thing? Because, personally, that's messed up, recruiting kids to fight criminals? I thought the whole thing was to get kids out of harm's way.”

“Tony,” Pepper began, warning him to stop.

“Personally, I wouldn't have wanted any kid in harm's way,” Vivian answered for Bruce, who she felt was tense from the sharp questioning from Tony. “But he knows what he's doing. Those were kids who were… who were having a rough time and needed a second chance.”

“He told you that?” Pepper asked.

Vivian shrugged. “Yeah, Batman would still pop by and ask for some consulting about a couple of things. And he has my business card. He knows it's dangerous, that's why he tries so hard to protect them and to teach them how to protect themselves.”

“You seems to really believe in his cause.”

“He hasn't been wrong so far…”

~ * ~

While Vivian and Pepper had their desserts, Bruce was invited to the balcony by Tony as the man wanted to have a little business chat. It was a nice view up there, and with how Stark designed the paddock Bruce was---as much as he didn't want to admit it---impressed. Stark is an engineer, he likes to create things, tinker. His gadgets were made for functionality, innovation, and style. Sometimes even Bruce liked to pick Stark's brain about his works.

“I didn't come to New York for a business meeting, Stark,” Bruce began.

“Don't worry, this is purely social,” said Tony. “I hope I didn't hit a nerve there earlier. I just find it ironic how you can tolerate putting children in the front lines.”

Bruce’s brows furrowed. He watched Stark with a cautious look at him. “I can’t say I follow,” he said but he had a feeling on where Stark was going.

It was the first time Bruce saw Stark look serious or even have the capability of being serious at all. “Cut the crap,” Tony began. “I can smell a rich-man’s secret from a mile away. I can even tell when someone else is lying too.”

“Was it all you or those glasses of yours?” Bruce smirked as he tapped on his temple referring to Tony’s glasses. “Unlike you, Stark, I don’t need AI powered glasses to know when someone is lying. When?”

“For a while now. Does Viv—”

“I don’t hide anything from my wife, Stark,” Bruce said sharply.

“And how about with the kids? Does she also agree with that? You know, Bats, I always had this idea that your whole schtick is keeping kids safe considering how you ended up wearing a giant bat costume and being a creep in the night.”

“Dick needed protection and closure on his parents’ death, I took him in to—”

“So he could be just like you?”

“So he doesn’t. Jason is a troubled kid with so much potential, if I hadn’t taken him in he would end up like any other kid growing up in Gotham.”

“So you made him a soldier. You don’t know what could happen, you have no right to dictate their futures—”

“You don’t know Gotham City, Stark. Gotham isn’t New York, here your criminals have the decency to do their work in the shadows ours are not afraid of the day. That is until I came. I take Gotham for what it is and for what it does to its people and I fix it.”

“By scaring little kids at night.”

“The only people who are scared are those who deserve to be. Batman has a mission, but what about Iron Man?”

“At least I’m not some coward who has to hide under a mask.”

“The mask is the one thing that protects the people I love,” Bruce towered over him. “The mask is necessary for her.”

For Vivian.

“I have a code, Stark. I know what I am. A criminal—but one who hasn’t gone past that line and will never cross that line. What about you? Do you know who you are?”

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist,” Stark shrugged.

Bruce stepped back. “Is this why you brought me out here, Stark? To tell me you found out about Gotham’s secrets or is this blackmail?”

Tony shrugged. “I want to see my competition head on. Also I don’t want to be the odd one out in this team we’re building.”

Bruce scoffed.

“But considering how you work I have a feeling it’s a hard no. Listen, I have nothing against you and your bat costume—but for the part of recruiting kids to do the work—but some people won’t be happy. You’re dark and mysterious, and you hide your identity really well but you make a lot of noise. And that noise will attract some people who are not as nice as me.”

“You. Nice?”

“I’m going to look past that because I’m a nice guy, and I’m telling you now—lay low. You’re lucky I was the one who caught you first, not some private-government intelligence agency who has a thing for people like us.”

“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting this from you, Stark.”

Tony shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a good guy.”

They weren’t so different either.

“And also,” Tony took out his phone and used the hologram feature to show to Bruce the proposal he had. “Stark Industries does have a proposal for Wayne Enterprises—so see earlier as a build up to good relations. What do you say, Bats?”

Bruce looked at the hologram that Tony was showing him and smirked. “You talk too much, Stark.”

“Well, one of us has to be. Wouldn’t want press interviews to have two brooding billionaires. You know, I kind of liked you when you were billionaire-playboy Bruce Wayne.”

Bruce frowned at him for that.

“But this works too. I can work with this—and Vivian is an absolute package.”

“That’s my wife, Stark.”

“I’m just saying—did you know we’re just the same age? I’m just a year older.”

Bruce hummed in annoyance and nudged him to get on with the proposal he had in mind of Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises.

~ * ~

“So he was kind of blackmailing you to make Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises be partners?” Vivian asked.

Back in their hotel room, Bruce wasted no time in telling Vivian what he and Tony spoke about earlier on the balcony. She asked him about it the moment they went in the car but Bruce only gave her a gist of it and said he’ll explain everything once they get to their hotel. Now they were in their hotel, with his laptop to see the email that Tony sent him on the proposal, he can answer all of her questions about it.

“It wasn’t blackmail. Stark was warning me about SHIELD finding out about Batman, he tried recruiting me for their little band of heroes but I refused.”

“I can only imagine the look on Clark’s face when you tell him that the Avengers are trying to recruit you. Do you think the League will give Batman benefits then? What about pay? How do the Avengers get paid?”

“Donations. But the League doesn’t get paid. It’s unethical.”

“So what now?”

“I do what I usually do but quieter until I know my status with them.”

“That but also what about Wayne Enterprises?”

“Stark is willing to have WE as a partner to supply parts for our technology—mostly when it comes to energy resources. Wayne Enterprises will be lending them a hand when it comes to storage, shipment, and a couple of parts for their technology.”

“So WE will take part in the weapons industry.”

“No. That’s where I draw the line.”

Vivian got up from the couch and to the counter where Bruce was looking through the proposal. She wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “Do you want to take this deal?”

“It will keep us from losing more of our partners, especially if Stark will provide the sustainable energy for our manufacturing and buildings. Wayne Enterprises will be the first company in Gotham to run on 100% sustainable energy.”

“But the possibilities of WE’s technology can be used for weapons… Stark has made many enemies—inside and outside of his company—and some have been using his own tech against him. Are you ready to face that too?”

“Everything has risks.” Vivian frowned, and as if Bruce felt it, he turned to face her and cupped her face. “It will be fine. Stark knows my principles, and he respects me enough to uphold those. Also I’ll be the one installing the security for his vault. Compared to Stark Industries’ security measures, that’s where Wayne Tech is far better. He even sent the contract for us to make the vault not just for them but for his other project.”

Vivian smiled, she took his hand and kissed his wrist and said, “Okay, as long as you’re not losing yourself to this whole corporate thing.”

“I promise you, I won’t. This is good, Viv.”

“And I trust you when you say so. But what about the other thing?”

“I got it taken care of.”

~ Two Weeks Later ~

It was a quiet night. As quiet as it could be, but it is another late night for Nicholas Fury in SHIELD HQ. Nothing new. As Director of SHIELD, late nights are a normal thing. He was overseeing the protection of this world afterall. Some might say SHIELD’s responsibilities are far greater than the FBI’s or any other intelligence agency there is.

The power’s gone.

The generator would kick in but it was still strange. They had no notice of any interruptions.

Communications were down too.

Nick cursed. He can’t contact Hill or any of his agents to alert them of a possible attack on HQ.

The sound of the air conditioning came back on, followed by the lights flickering to life.

That was a thirteen-second blackout, enough for any skilled hacker to get in. That is if you’re just as skilled as Black Widow or Stark or…

“Director Fury.” The Bat appeared on his large holographic monitor on the wall. The vigilante wore his iconic Batman suit. “You’ve been stalking me.”

“Part of the job,” Fury answered.

“This is my first and final warning. Stay out of Gotham and stay out of my business.”

“Or else what?”

“I was able to hack into the world's most secured building and intelligence agency, disabled their communications, their security, access to your servers, and the location of your agents. Right now, I have access to your weapons remotely. You wouldn’t want this breach to be made public.”

Fury glared at the Bat. “Is that a threat?”

“A warning. Do not test me.”

The call ended and a few seconds later everything was back online. Calls started to come in, alerts from agents were blaring around him, and Hill finally got in touch asking him if he was okay.

“Hill, I need you here now,” Fury ordered. “And call off our agents stationed in Gotham. We’ve been breached.”

“I’m on my way,” Hill replied.

The call ended and Fury cursed under his breath. Once again, the Bat was a step ahead of him.

~ Extra Ending ~

“Can we drive by Hell’s Kitchen before we head home?”

The request was odd, considering what the West Side of Midtown Manhattan is known for. People in Gotham would call that side of Manhattan as Little Gotham because of all the crime, and how people don’t even try to hide its corruption, but Bruce said yes to Vivian’s request and drove them to that side of town. She gave specific directions when they came to Hell’s Kitchen, going through streets that were going deeper into the Kitchen. But as they drove, he noticed the way she would look at the streets had some sort of nostalgia in her eyes.

“There was a point in my life where we lived here—me and my Mom,” Vivian finally spoke, giving light to the mystery. “This was the last place we lived before we headed to England. I didn’t know then where Mom got the money to get us there but looking at it now… she did a lot of work just so we could get those tickets and the funds to leave this place.”

“Why not just another state? Why go abroad?”

“She said that no matter what state we go to in this land, there were ghosts who keep haunting us. So she worked and worked and worked until we got the money to move. Of all the homes we went to, as fucked up it is here, this was probably the second best place we lived in.”

“Rented a good place? How about school?”

“The place was good enough. But here there weren’t bad boyfriends or stingy landlords. The building we lived in was a community. Right here, we can park right here.”

It was Fogwell's Gym.

Bruce followed Vivian out of the car and stood beside her as she looked at the place. It was rundown but still functioning. People were going in, some giving them bad looks. Must be the suit he was wearing, it wasn’t really something people would wear in this side of town. Vivian’s clothes were more casual—well, smart casual with a rock band shirt, slacks, sneakers, and a blazer.

“Viv, where are you going?” Bruce followed her to the alleyway beside the gym. He stopped when she did, just by the backdoor of the gym.

“Years ago, a boxer would take rigged fights for good cash. He was a good man and a good boxer too. And he loved his son so much that he wanted to give him a good life and… he wanted him to hear people talk that his dad wasn’t just some punching bag on the ring. That he’s a fighter. A champion. So he made his grave. Took the money from the fixers. Betted on himself. Then in the ring he let his opponent have a few punches before knocking him out completely.

“He barely walked out of this place when they found him and shot him dead. They left his body here in this place… and for his blind son to feel his father’s cold, dead, and bloody body on the ground.”

Bruce walked up to her side and asked, “Here?”

“Yes,” she replied but her eyes were not on the ground where he looked but were ahead where she saw a ghost standing there, smiling at her.

“What was the boxer’s name?”

“Battlin’ Jack Murdock,” Vivian smiled back at the man. “He was good. A good father, a good neighbor… probably one of the best men I know. He took care of us when he can…”

It’s okay, Vee, she heard the echo of the man’s voice whenever she would get scared of the things she would see.

“And his son?”

Vivian wiped away the tear that fell. “After Battlin’ Jack died, Mom knew that the fixers’ people won’t stop there. He took their money after all and put it in his son’s account. They’ll go after whoever was close to him. So we took his son to the orphanage—the church that we passed earlier— and we did what we do best. We left. We left him there.” turning to the ghost, Vivian said, “I’m sorry.”

It’s okay, Vee.

Squatting down, Vivian conjured a flower with her magic, starling the ghost. Right, he never knew about that part. Then she placed the enchanted flower where Battlin’ Jack died.

“Rest well, Jack,” she whispered.

See you around, Vee.

Taking her husband’s hand, Vivian walked out of the alleyway and went to their car. The drive home was quiet but a comforting one, and not once did Bruce let go of her hand.

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