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themculibrary · 1 year

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Long Fics Masterlist

20 questions (ao3) - bevioletskies gamora/peter T, 118k

Summary: Wasp has a new competition in store for the students of Avengers Academy, and there’s money involved. So obviously, Peter and Gamora have to pretend to be a couple in order to win. Wait, what?

A Little Favor (ao3) - NatRogers steve/natasha, pepper/tony E, 138k

Summary: When Natasha decides she's ready to take on the next chapter of her life, she turns to a friend to ask for a little favor. It can't possibly get that complicated, can it?

Anew. (ao3) - IViv tony/stephen M, 130k

Summary: In death, there was no glory, no redemption, no salvation.

Only darkness and ice—or that was what Tony thought. He closed his eyes in a Siberian bunker and opened them again on his 41st birthday, with War Machine flying into the distance.

blondie (ao3) - luckybxrnes bucky/clint, steve/tony, wanda/natasha, pietro/peter T, 188k

Summary: when james buchanan barnes and clint barton meet for the first time, it ends with clint in a dumpster and a broken hearing aid.

maybe it wasn't his best idea to yell at another assassian and try to fight him on a rooftop.

eight years later, clint is a little smarter and james is trying his best to be okay.

Captivated (ao3) - missbecky steve/tony M, 281k

Summary: When Tony sustains a life-threatening injury, Steve takes him to a world where magic can heal any wound. But their happy ending swiftly becomes a nightmare when slavers attack, and Tony is captured and taken away. After months apart, they are finally reunited, but the quest to save Tony is only just beginning.

Cold Hearted (ao3) - Xythia loki/tony E, 132k

Summary: Sometimes the best defense is indeed a good offense. Which means, if you ask Tony Stark, that you should give the most Machiavellian, twisted and ruthless bastard you've ever met every reason to act in humanity's best interest.

Deep in the Heart of Me (ao3) - Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) steve/tony E, 244k

Summary: Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but love requires real courage. Steve struggles with letting someone into his life. Tony tries to keep his heart intact while Steve works on his issues.

Craving a realistic depiction of a romantic relationship featuring PTSD, mental health issues, and characters who discuss their problems? This might be for you. No magic fixes here but a happy ending is guaranteed!

everybody wants to rule the world (ao3) - bevioletskies gamora/peter T, 109k

Summary: Peter is the one and only heir to the Celestial throne. Gamora is expected to successfully lead the Titans to conquer the galaxy. A political alliance is in the works, and there may or may not be wedding bells in the air.

Alternately: Peter and Gamora find themselves in an arranged marriage and want nothing to do with it, but might need each other more than they think if they want to escape their genocidal fathers forever.

For Whose Love I Rise and Fall (ao3) - Yeetmeaway steve/natasha M, 195k

Summary: In 1943 Hydra unleashes a deadly virus in its quest to create a new world order-- one that turns its hosts into vampire-like creatures. 75 years later, humanity is on the brink of extinction, protected only by the hunters of SHIELD. Natasha has already lost so much to this-- they are fighting a losing battle and everyone can feel it. But, for the first time in years SHIELD has hope, the possibility of a cure. What else will she give to bring an end to this nightmare?

Friday Night Lights (ao3) - beezyland steve/natasha T, 276k

Summary: Coming off a heartbreaking loss their previous season, the Lieber High Avengers, led by ex-military first year head coach Nick Fury, need all the help they can get when the next football season brings teenage drama and heartbreaking injuries.

AKA A Friday Night Lights AU where Natasha is the coach’s daughter and Steve is big enough to be a linebacker, but only wants to play quarterback, a position secured by Bucky, his football machine of a best friend destined to play college ball. Well, at least, before the accident.

Hate doesn't even describe it (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 153k

Summary: Steve hated Natasha. Natasha hated Steve. Everything was fine until their parents decided to fuck shit up for them...

I Said “I Love You,” What Does it Matter if I Lie to You? (ao3) - Lelantus steve/tony M, 95k

Summary: 18 year old Tony Stark is your typical teenager. Well, except for how he’s the playboy billionaire heir to Stark Industries and working on two PhDs. Oh, and 6 months ago he was kidnapped by - well, no one really knows who. Since his rescue (excuse you, Tony liberated himself), he’s also been keeping a pretty big secret. Here’s a hint: it’s shiny, red and gold, and flies. Tony’s had a productive couple of months, but the fact that his grandfather keeps trying to hire bodyguards for his “safety” is really putting a cramp in his ability to keep his secret superhero identity, well, a secret.

Steve Rogers wakes up in 2015 and finds out that he’s missed 70 years (Oh god, does this mean he’s 94?), a revelation that he handles with much less grace than usual. Mostly, Steve just wants to be Captain America again, but on his own terms and without a lot of fanfare. To fill the time while Steve tries to figure out the best way to resurrect a dead superhero, his good friend Isaac Stark offers him a job: bodyguard to Isaac’s grandson, Tony Stark - who seems to get into a surprising amount of trouble for a teenager. “There’s no better introduction to the 21st century than through Tony,” says Isaac. Somehow, Steve is not reassured.

Las Vegas (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 219k

Summary: Steve was freaking out over his own wedding and the gang decided to take him to Las Vegas to unwind him.

Nameless (ao3) - AvaKelly bucky/clint M, 101k

Summary: A gun is pointed at him before he can even move from his position, the Soldier's metal arm steady in its aim. Clint sighs.

"Nemo," Clint says. "It's tattooed on your wrist, right here," he lifts his right hand and taps his left index finger where his palm ends.

The Soldier's eyes widen. "How do you know this?"

"I put it there."

peter's stars (ao3) - IronPengu, parkrstark steve/tony T, 175k

Summary: Steve and Peter lose their apartment and are kicked out on the streets. Steve has to juggle between jobs to earn whatever money he can, take care of his son while resfusing to let him realize how much they're trouble in, and keep them warm and safe on the city streets in winter.

So, he really doesn't have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can't let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there's no way he'd still want him...right?

Rock Me Gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter M, 479k

Summary: “She is our–She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just–out of sync at the moment.”

strays (ao3) - Anonymous steve/tony T, 85k

Summary: Tony will take whatever he can get from Steve, which is pathetic, because he’s not even really friends with him.

Or, the highschool!AU where Pepper is Tony's much-needed therapist, Darcy is his parter in crime, Bruce needs to go through puberty, Clint shows up to school with bruises and Steve just wants everyone to get through this intact.

Such Sweet Revenge (ao3) - ali_aliska bucky/tony M, 167k

Summary: When the Rogues are back in the States after being pardoned, the New Avengers want nothing to do with them and as far as Tony is concerned, if he never speaks to them again, it'll be too soon. After all, he didn't spend the last year putting himself (and his family) back together only for his former co-workers to ruin all of his hard work.

But then he gets a hand-written letter from the Winter Soldier himself, apologizing for the events that transpired and an off-handed comment from Rhodey about Rogers failing to take care of an obviously miserable Bucky Barnes sets in motion Tony's new, oh-so-evil plan to get some payback.

After all, what better revenge than to steal the Winter Soldier away from his best friend?

The only problem: Tony sucks at being vengeful, but apparently he's an expert at inadvertently falling in love.

Teacher what cha’ gonna do? (ao3) - ArieHolmesJr steve/tony E, 82k

Summary: Steve Rogers is in his last year in college which means he will soon graduate. Unfortunately, on the first day he learns that he has a new Statistics teacher- who is an asshole by the way -and things quickly turn in a way he didn’t expect.

Winterheart (ao3) - orphan_account loki/tony M, 144k

Summary: For his crimes, Loki’s punishment began in a lonely and endless winter. For Tony’s sacrifice, his imprisonment began with a rescue.

A story of ugliness and beauty, inside and out, and learning what the word ‘monster’ really means.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #superlong #superlong masterlist #masterlists

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iriel3000 · 2 years

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Future Project List

What I want to work on...

too many prompts from the be_compromised Epic Summer Promptathon(click the link). But I have 3 narrowed down.

A mob story. yes, a cheesy over the top mob story. Clint is an enforcer for the May family, taking over for his mentor Coulson. Natasha is the FBI agent assigned to take him down. cue falling in love

Vampire Clint, a la Renner's character, Penn, from the show Angel.

A Mayor of Kingstown AU. Barney is Mitch and Clint is Mike(obviously). A new dance studio opens across from Clint's office. He keeps his distance but ends up getting involved when it gets broken into and he helps the owner, who has ties to the KGB.

that damn Budapest novel I found. haven't started reading it yet.

but I have to finish a request before I get to any of them

Do you need some inspiration or prompts? CLICK THE PURPLE LINK ABOVE!

#just me rambling #be_compromised epic summer promptathon #clintasha prompts #epic summer promptathon #hawkeye #clint barton #clintasha #black widow #natasha romanov #strike team delta #clint x natasha #wips

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pissjesus · 2 years

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I’m also dying to know which songs from their self titled album you think he wrote 👀

Oh Self-titled has his grubby little hands all over it. His punk influences are most present in this album in songs like 5/4, Punk, and M1A1.

Lyrically, Slow Country has those feelings of loneliness that I like to connect to songs like Melancholy Hill, To Binge, and Broken in Plastic Beach.

Other songs that give me a lot of Murdoc vibes are:

New Genius (Brother): Brother, sister too/Do what you must do/Don't trust people you meet/They might promise you/That the river ain't deep— I read this as a tongue-in-cheek reference to his friendship with 2D, sort of mocking the open secret that Murdoc is an untrustworthy influence

Double Bass: obviously a song with bass as the centerpiece has to be Murdoc’s idea, but with the sudden interruption of “all of which makes me anxious, at times unbearably so,” it’s not clear who the “me” in this context is. Given that bass is an important element of the song, I interpret it as Murdoc’s song and therefore his lyric. It’d be uncharacteristically vulnerable, but perhaps having 2D delivering the lyrics offers a wall between him and the audience that allows him to be more vulnerable than he would be solo.

Dracula is also a very Murdoc song to me because I think he’s just a huge nerd for vampires. I don’t have much deeper analysis other than that— he’s just goth

Otherwise, I think most of the album is the combined brainpower of 2D and Murdoc, with Russel’s hip-hop background present in Clint Eastwood and Rock the House and Noodle contributing lyrics to songs like 19-2000 and Left Hand Suzuki Method

#asks #plastickatz #gorillaz

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plxviofiles · 2 years

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perfection is found in your eyes.

#kate bishop x fem!reader (ft. clint and natasha <3) (requests are open!)

WARNINGS: heavy implications of abuse, swearing, not proofread 😎, not a warning, but reader has wings in this

A/N: this was requested!! back with a kate fic bc I'm missing her so badly 😭 also the hawkeye finale left me broken. obviously. this feels like it has room for a part 2 but I think I'll just leave it on it's own for a bit <33

! word count: 2.4K (🧍‍♀️)

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She furiously plucked off the delicate white feathers.

One by one.

You shuddered helplessly with each pluck.

Your eyes were red, your body weakening. You felt the slipperiness of blood tricking down your feathery extensions.

Remorse was undetected. You wondered if she enjoyed this.

“One day, you’ll be free. One day, you won’t be a monster anymore.”

Her gentle voice contrasted with her pain inducing actions brought great confusion to you.

You closed your eyes and bit back your whimpers.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe you were a monster.

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“This is fine, everything is fine, I’ll be able to do this,” Kate whispered to herself, looking up her university building.

“Kate! You’ve got to be more careful for goodness sake! You’d definitely get kicked off the archery team if you get caught.”

“I know that, but a bet’s a bet, Greer!” Kate gritted her teeth, finally reaching the top and dusting herself off, “I’ll just do this and leave right-“

She startled herself when she noticed a lonely form on top of the roof already.

Snow fell down in steady waves.

You hold yourself tightly in the cold and twist your neck to see who was disrupting your alone time.

Dull eyes met piercing blue ones.

Kate couldn’t bring herself to speak. She just stared at you.

There was something ethereal about how you looked, about your mere presence itself.

She felt herself gravitating towards you naturally.

“Kate! Kate? Kate, are you there!”

Kate blinked out of her trance and hurried to end the call, awe still fresh in the way she looked at you.

You furrowed your brows, it felt…different from the way your mother looked at you.

“Kate,” you whispered finally, and the archer’s heart beat out of her chest.

“Yeah,” she wasn’t used to feeling speechless but she was.

“What are you doing up here?” the dull eyes bored into her again, all vulnerability being thrown down the drain. Kate was surprised by the sudden change of tone.

“W-What are you doing up here?“ she replied accusatorially, “And how did you get up here?”

Your brain jammed for a second before you came up with an excuse, “Same way you did.”

“You…climbed up here?”

Fuck.

You didn’t seem like you climbed up there, physically you looked much more tidy than the archer, and much less drained of energy.

“Yeah,” you answered simply, returning to your book, “…”

Kate shifted in her space, wondering if she should say something or do something. The girls probably went back to their dorms.

But she didn’t want to leave. She couldn’t.

Her dad used to tell her that when you meet someone who would change your life forever, you would just…feel it.

So she went and sat down next to you.

You glared at her, the pencil in your tight grasp stopping.

“You draw? My cousin loves to draw, but I can’t. I think everything I draw looks like a chicken, not that chickens are horrible creatures, they’re actually really cute and I have seen live ones before, you know, on a farm, I don’t literally own any. But when I was young, I really loved Chicken Little-“

And she rambled on and on and on about…chickens.

Your glare faded away and was replaced by raised eyebrows.

There was no fucking way she was talking to you like a normal person. Everyone always treated you differently. Your mother and your relatives would look at you with contempt, store owners would look at you weirdly, and the people in school avoided you like the plague, nasty rumours floating around. Like you were a vampire or a serial killer (what the fuck right).

There’s no way this super girl hadn’t heard of any of the rumours.

You stayed quiet, listening intently (surprising yourself really, but you found her entertaining). Soon, you didn’t realise it, but you started drawing her.

Each pencil dash contributed to the art you were drawing, having a knack for it since you were a child.

Kate stopped rambling in a little while when she saw that you’re were drawing again, and when she noticed you weren’t stopping, she leaned closer.

You were drawing her. Holy shit. It looked wonderful.

“Wow, you’re- you’re amazing!” Kate exclaimed pleasantly, staring at the process of your drawing.

You heard what she said, and you halted completely.

Kate saw something different in your eyes this time. She couldn’t put a name to it.

“What did you say?” you asked hesitantly.

Kate stared at the drawing once more, resolve washing over her.

She wanted to know you.

“You’re amazing.”

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And that was where your friendship with THE Kate Bishop started.

Time spent with her made you happier, more care free, and you smiled a lot more.

Dull eyes became bright staring into hers.

You went through all that bullshit with her, the whole Ronin situation, the whole Clint situation, and the Yelena situation.

You and her marked it off as situations instead of problems became Kate said that you needed more optimism (yeah, you don’t get it either).

Notable moments where your friendship reached its peak.

1. “Why the fuck are you wearing that?"

"There's people in trouble, and they can't know my identity!"

"THERE’S ALSO PEOPLE WHO WANT TO KILL YOU FOR THAT SUIT.”

2. “I don’t like this guy."

" What are you talking about? He’s great!"

"Great if you wanna get scammed.”

3. “She’s cool. I like her."

"Oh, so you think Clint is suspicious and you think she’s cool when she wants to kill me and literally broke into my house?"

"Yes. And?”

Clint had a hard time with the both of you, but you and Kate helped each other along the way.

You helped her get her mom arrested too (that was fun).

“Are “ur mom” jokes sensitive to you now?”

“y/n, I swear to god.”

Sometimes you felt like she would run away. Leave you behind.

Kate never ever gave you a reason to believe that because she was always there.

And you were too.

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“Can you believe just a year later we’re becoming avengers!?”

You smiled at the younger girl’s enthusiasm, nodding with what she said, “No, I can’t. Especially since they wanted me too.”

“Of course they want you, what do you mean?” Kate questioned playfully, buttoning your jacket for you, the weather being a little chilly today.

You winced.

She never wanted you.

“Nothing, just something from my past,” you dismissed nonchalantly, causing Kate to look at you with concern.

“Hey,” she said gently, cupping your cheek with one hand, pushing your face until it was aligned and only inches away from hers, “You’ll be okay.”

Tears pricked your eyes for the first time in a while and you nodded weakly, “Thank you.”

Kate never forced you to tell her anything.

So she never knew about your wings, and you never used them around her.

But you’re afraid. The avengers were definitely going to find out, and going to make you use them. However, you were doing this for her. And even if they knew, she didn’t have to know…right?

“You’re welcome, Banjo,” she joked, grabbing her own coat.

“I said your name wrong ONCE! You were the one who wrote it like that!”

“Are you saying I have bad handwriting?!”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

—

You were right.

A few of them did somehow already know about your wings, and you were required to use them as an avenger.

You never had trouble using it to get out of tough situations or for traveling quickly, far more quicker than an automobile (kate often asked questions but you deflected them).

This was...helping people, with the very things you despised about yourself.

The avengers wanted to assign mentors to you and Kate, Kate already had Clint, so to your great surprise, THE Natasha Romanoff volunteered to be yours. Kate was estatic for you, and you just grew more nervous by the second.

But Natasha was kind. The kindest person you had ever met. She was gentle but firm in the way she dealt with you and your training, and she was the first one to know about the trauma surrounding your wings.

She understood and took it much better than you thought she would. The first thing she did when you told her was hug you tightly, telling you that you were beautiful in every way and aspect. You sobbed after the longest time in her warm and comforting embrace.

You loved her. She was like the mother figure you never had. And she protected you like you were her own child. She presented such a stark contrast from your mother, and besides trusting Clint, Yelena, and Kate, you trusted Natasha too.

Day by day, she helped you love your wings. They were a powerful part of you, and they were something you had to live with for the rest of your life.

It was hard. It was difficult to accept that you weren't a monster, when that was your birth mother's mantra. You were still working on it.

"I'm afraid."

Natasha looked at you fondly.

"I know."

You bundled up the rest of the oversized sweater Natasha gave you and burried your face in it.

"You don't have to tell her anything," Natasha reassured you, "Not if you're not ready."

"I..have to tell her," you shook your head, "I love her. She needs to know."

"About which one?"

"Which one?" you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows at your mentor's knowing smirk.

"About your wings? Or that you love her?"

You screamed softly into the sweater that was muffling the noise, and Natasha laughed deeply.

"Both," you mumbled, looking up at Natasha, and your lips twitch up at her proud gaze.

"She'll love you just the same."

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The redhead also covinced you to take your wings on another test run on your own.

You got up today feeling better, having had breakfast with Kate before she went off to training, and getting one final pep talk from Natasha.

You shook your head and arms vigorously before fluffing your wings to it's full length. They shone in the sunshine, and you felt a little bit of pride swell in your chest for once. You were beginning to love them.

"Well, now or never!" you mumbled to yourself, trying to build courage.

Then you bent your knees and jumped as high as you could, your wings batting themselves in the air and lifting you higher.

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"Where is y/n?" Kate asked Clint impatiently, having just finished training and wanting to see her best friend as soon as possible.

"Your girlfriend? Beats me," Clint teased, packing up his arrows and bow, eliciting a blush on Kate's end, "She's not my girlfriend."

"Couldn't have fooled me, kid," Clint shrugged, "And I don't know, I think you should find Natasha."

"Alright! See ya!" before Clint could say goodbye, she had run off faster than Sonic the Hedgehog.

"Young love," Clint sighed to himself, thinking about Laura, "Now I feel old."

Kate had indeed went to Natasha who welcomed her into her room when she asked about you.

"Do you know where she is?" Kate inquired, confused because she hadn't seen you anywhere.

"I don't know, kid," Natasha genuinely said, a hand placed under her chin in thought, "Maybe check upstairs? That was the last time I saw her."

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Flying was truly one of your favorite things now.

You never felt freer, more accepted, than you were in the sky. The tender clouds, the paradisical colours, and the gushing wind, all pumped adreanaline in you.

You hung around the avengers' tower, looking over every window, and waving at Tony and Bruce, who both smiled at you, Bruce with concern, however, and Tony in fascination.

You flew back to the very same roof and stayed in the sky for a bit, just enjoying the breeze.

"y/n?" you hear a surprised voice.

You jolted, fear piercing through you.

You turned hesitantly, and saw the last person you wanted to see.

Kate.

Staring at you in awe like she did when you met.

You let yourself touch the ground.

You hung your head in shame, standing completely still, refusing to meet her eyes like you always did.

You didn't want to see the disgust in her eyes that mirrored your mother's.

"You have wings," Kate whispered to herself, walking over to you.

"y/n?" she called you, slowly reaching over to hold your hand, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm sorry."

Those two words, spoken with such vulnerability and pain, broke Kate.

"Stop it," she said firmly, "Don't be sorry. You didn't have to tell me."

"But it was important," you whimpered, "I just wanted you to know."

You told her all about your past right then and there, your emotions more controlled than when you talked about it with Natasha, but you almost choked a few times, the air felt suffocating.

Kate was quiet, much quieter than usual, and you held your breath.

"Where is she?" Kate gritted her teeth with contempt, "Your mother."

"I don't...know," you truthfully answered, "I ran away."

Enough explanation was said, and you were drained, unable to tell her any more.

Kate wrapped her arms around you immediately.

"You're the furtherest thing from a monster," she assured you, her voice breaking slightly, "You're the person I look up to the most."

"Really?"

"Yes, you're kind, stubborn, implusive, thoughtful," Kate pressed her forehead against yours with finality, "You're just a normal person. With wings. But you're just like everyone else."

You blinked away tears, and Kate whispered once again.

"I love you."

"I love you too," you loved the warmth that was emitting from her.

"Can I kiss you, or were you talking about a different type of love?" Kate interrupted the moment awkwardly and you burst into laughter.

Amidst your laughter, you kissed her, and she smiled into the kiss, a laugh bubbling inside of her too. When you broke apart, you giggled uncharacteristically when Kate kissed you everywhere and anywhere on your face, the last kiss on your nose making a blush find it's way onto your cheeks.

"If you told me two years ago that you would be giggling because of me I would've never believed it," Kate leaned her forehead on yours again, loving how grounded it made her feel, "You're perfect to me."

Perfection.

That was what your mother had tried to pursue and failed.

You think you succeeded instead.

"And that's enough," you muttered.

She ran her fingertips over your wings affectionately.

One by one.

You shivered with each adoring touch.

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You were not a monster.

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fandomthoughts26 · 3 years

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Its a family name.

This is a fun little story I created when my friend reminded me that Carlisle Cullen is richer than Tony Stark. Anything that doesn't make sense for either fandom plotline just ignore it this is for fun.

I just imagine Tony one day coming across a BuzzFeed Top 10 richest men article and feeling so smug until he sees he's like just behind some random ass doctor from Washington and he spends weeks complaining to the rest of the team about it like,

Come on guys, something is clearly up with that family they have 7 kids and one working parent?? No doctor is that good, no offence Strange, but seriously Washington isn't even that long a flight

and they're just so fucking over it like,

Tony leave them alone their a normal civilian family living their lives let them be.

Then the Cullens are there at the same time fighting the newborn army setting that shit on fire.

Tony then googles their family tree cause we know that man wouldn't drop it, and he sees a trail of money going from account to account every 60 years or so for like centuries under the name Carlisle Cullen. Eventually, he flies to Washington and confronts them and the Cullens obviously know he's coming i mean they've got Alice and Edward on that immediately and Tony is like

So, Adams family, what's the deal.

Carlisle is just like, yeah man it's a family name Idk what to tell you. he points to jasper or someone and is like, this is my kid Carlisle. And hands him some fake birth certificate cause he's a doctor he could and tony can't find anything wrong with it so he just gives up and leaves.

Years later, the Avengers are about to fight Thanos or whoever and Nick Fury comes in saying he called in a favour with some old friends and before they come in he tells the team about the existence of vampires and werewolves and everyone is shocked af and tony has long forgotten the Cullens until they walk in and Carlisle is like,

Yeah, sure we can help but we're gonna need someone to look after my granddaughter.

They bring out their freaky little toddler looking baby and Clint is like, oh cute I have kids too, what's her name? and Carlisle looks Tony right in the eye and says

Carlisle, Carlisle Cullen. It's a family name.

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imagine-knowing-a-name · 3 years

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Mysterious Girl (Part 6 - 2012)

Summary: A mysterious figure saves your life...twice, and becomes an integral part of it.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A/N: I really have nothing to say about this one, other than I have no idea how to write crushes. But enjoy :)

Warnings: Talks of past torture and murder

Word Count: 2194

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Natalia’s group regathered outside the tower, beginning to say their goodbyes. “So what are you doing now?” she whispered to you.

You shrugged, “I have a plane to return to Ireland. Plus a house there.”

“I thought I could detect an accent”

“I lean into it more when I’m there” you offered, removing the Russian completely from your voice.

“Is that so... can I come with you?”

Your eyes widened at the question, you’d been preparing to ask her that, now the roles were reversed. “Yeah- I- of course”

“Great. My apartment here got destroyed so otherwise I’d have to bunk with Clint until Stark rebuilds this as an Avengers tower”

Your heart fell, you were just the temporary accommodation. Then she’d be back and gone from you again. She seemed to notice, biting her lip slightly, but she didn’t say anything. The two of you said goodbye to her team, then you drove off towards where you’d left the jet.

“You didn’t land in JFK?”

“It was shut, something to do with flying aliens restricting airspace”

“Oh yeah” she sighed, and you fell back into silence. It lasted a couple of minutes before she spoke up again, “I spent eighty years looking for you...”

“That’s a long time. I’m sorry” you replied. But even you noticed the bitterness in your tone, you hadn’t meant to but it slipped through regardless.

“You don’t need to apologise, it’s just- I don’t want to lose you again” she confessed with a sigh, and you risked a glance over at her. She was looking down at her lap and you nudged her, smiling when she looked up.

“I’d rather not lose you either”

“You up for a change in scenery” she asked you honestly and you nodded.

“About time, I don’t know how much longer I can look identical to ‘24′ year old me”

She giggled, “how long has it been?”

“A bit over 6 years”

“You’re a good looking 30 year old”

“Why thank you”

“So, anyway, I talked to Tony- and obviously this is only if you’re up for it- but if you do want I was thinking- maybe, you could move into the tower with me?”

You glanced at her again, smirk on your face when you saw her fidgeting with her hands. “How did that sound even more nervous than the first time you asked?” you teased.

She rolled her eyes at your smug face, “is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes” you confirmed, then continued, “is it because I’m older now?”

She relaxed back into her seat, turning her head to watch you drive, “I mean, what were you going to do last time? say no? You were 16 and your options were to stay or freeze to death.”

“I might have”

“You wouldn’t”

“I wouldn’t” you agreed.

Arriving at the airstrip, you handed the car back and boarded the jet, glad to see it had been refuelled when you were gone. “So you know how to fly a jet” the redhead began once you were both settled in the cockpit.

“It’s been an eventful 200 years”

“You’re telling me” she scoffed, “so what else have you been up to?”

It took a while for you to reply, too focused on working to get the plane into the air to start with. “I’ve been here and there” you finally said, “the vampire who turned me, he spent maybe 15 or so years continuing the experiments on me, testing what would effect vampires”

“Just you, or...”

“There were a whole bunch of us. He wanted us to survive, but he didn’t care, not really, a lot didn’t make it. He wanted to find out more ways to kill us.” You exhaled, glad to finally get that off of your chest. So many people had told you it felt better to talk about your trauma, but who were you supposed to tell? Connor from the butchers? ‘oh hey man, you’re skilled with a knife, just like the guy who chopped at me a couple of hundred years ago to see if I’d die’.

Natalia though, you could tell Natalia. She knew about you, and you used to tell her everything back when you used to live with each other. She rested her head on your shoulder, the small act comforting you more than words.

“Someone else killed him” you continued, “but they only became the new leader, didn’t free us. The experiments stopped at least, she had us working for the Russian government instead, apparently she was some agent before she was turned. Red Room or something. They trained assassins.”

Natalia stiffened next to you, and sat up straight again. You stayed quiet, expecting an elaboration from her. When she didn’t, you spoke, “you know it” you prompted. It wasn’t a question.

“I didn’t- I- well. I didn’t do well with losing you. I made some bad choices.” She shot you a sad smile, apologetic in a way. “When I gave up on you. When I thought you must be dead. I let them capture me. I was back in Russia, I- I went on a rampage, killed a lot of people.” She sighed, gritting her teeth before going on, “a group of women surrounded me, holding guns. I have enough practise to avoid getting shot now-” you let out a quiet laugh and a smile ghosted her features. “-I could have escaped them but I just... didn’t. I’d given up so I let them take me. They were from the Red Room. Trained me to be a Black Widow.”

She didn’t have to say what came next, nor did you have to explain the next years of your life. You’d both given up. Innocent people had died because of that.

“How long for?” you asked softly

“112 years. I only just got out.”

“We overlapped” you calculated.

“When did you get out?”

“1905. That first revolution. Blew down the wall of my cell and I just... ran as far as I could.”

“I wish I held out for you”

“You shouldn’t. You weren’t going to find me. I prefer that you lived some sort of life.”

“I literally only got out 10 years ago” she smirked, but there was no humour behind it.

“Natalia-”

“Barton found me. Shot me before I could see him. We had a nice heart to heart and he broke me out of the Red Room’s brainwashing. Took me to America to work for SHIELD instead.”

There was a beat of silence as you worked out what to say. “I’d hug you right now, but I’m kind of flying a plane”

She laughed, and you smiled over at her, “When we land then. I’ll hold you to it”

“I wouldn’t dream of letting you down”, another pause, “thank you... for looking for me and going through... all of that”

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had” she shrugged, as if that made up for it.

“It’s weird, how short 10 years seems now”

“That’s because you’re old” she teased with a grin,

“I am only in my early 200s thank you very much. Unlike some people here”

She shook her head laughing, before sobering, “those 10 years felt longer than the next 190 years, more important.”

“That’s because we were changing still while the world stayed still. Now we’re the same yet the world has changed so much.” The jet was quiet after your point, then Nat broke into poorly supressed laughter.

“Did you get that from a fortune cookie? Because it sure sounds like it”

“Hey” you pouted, “I was trying to be honest”

“Speak for yourself. I’d been a vampire for 150 years at that point. I was not ‘changing’“

You sighed but didn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. You’d missed her. “Fine. Well I was biologically changing. You were emotionally changing”

“Emotionally changing? Now what the hell is that?”

“Changing emotionally” you deadpanned, earning an unamused stare from Natalia.

“I saved people before I met you and I saved them after I met you too”

“But you didn’t bake them cakes for their birthdays, did you Tsarevna?”

She rolled her eyes, “maybe I did, and you didn’t notice”

You gasped, playing along with her game, as if she hadn’t just confessed to spending 80 years looking for you and then becoming slightly- read very- villainous when she couldn’t find you. Not that you blamed her at all, if you had known she was alive and you hadn’t been locked up you definitely would have done the same.

Michael was quick to inspect his plane when you landed. “I suppose I can’t fault you. There’s not one scratch”

“Told you” you answered, “I’m a good pilot”

He shook his head lightly, “what did you even need it so urgently for?”

“Had to meet a friend”, you indicated over your shoulder to where Nat was standing. She waved.

“You flew 13 hours both ways to pick up a friend?”

“She’s a good friend”

“Must be. Did she fly some of it? You can’t have been there long enough to rest between flights”

Oh yeah. You’d forgotten about normal things, like exhaustion. “Uh yeah, we switched it a bit on the way back. I got my rest, don’t worry” you lied.

“My main worry now is that you let a stranger fly my plane!” he exclaimed again with fake annoyance. His plane was fine.

Nat spoke up from behind you, “the American government let me fly for them. I’m a good pilot”. When you turned around she had two thumbs up and a cheesy grin on her face.

“Hmmph, Americans” Michael grumbled, “well at least it’s not the English”

Now it was your turn for mock offense, “you know I’d never give your plane to the English, come on Michael”

“I should hope not. Now off you two go. I need to inspect my plane properly”. You said goodbye and thanked him again. Then you led Nat through the familiar streets back to your house.

“Nice place” she commented

“It’s no castle” you shrugged, “but real estate isn’t what it used to be”. You probably could afford a castle, 200 years of working and investing making you richer than your average mortal. But you wanted to blend in, not draw attention to yourself so it wasn’t clear that you hadn’t aged at all. So you settled for a two bedroom house, a little bit on the small side, but it was no issue. You had many houses in multiple countries, and you switched between then, so everything you owned was equally distributed too.

“Do you still own the castle?” you asked, and she nodded.

“Inherited it from myself about 10 years ago” she said proudly, “very nice place”

“So which ancestor was Natalia Romanov?”

She hesitated, “great, great, grandmother? See, two generations of my family always seem to die at the same time, it’s tough to know” she smirked, running with the joke. In fairness, it was an easier way to deal with the whole inheritance thing, pretend you had a lot of children. It was a lot easier back in 1800s Russia, when the government didn’t bother checking, at least not in the small town you lived in.

You showed Natalia to your guest room, which was even more sparsely decorated than your other rooms, and left her to be. Telling her to call for you if you needed anything.

You were sat in the living room watching TV when you heard her padding in. “Y/N”

You hummed in response, looking up, only to see her clad in nothing but a towel. It covered the main part of her body, but you still looked away, feeling like you’d intruded. “You’ve seen me worse, don’t get modest now” she teased and you chastised yourself mentally. I mean sure you didn’t realise you had a crush on her back then, but she was right.

“What’s up Nat?”

“Yeah, I just had a shower, right? And it’s just occurred to me that I didn’t bring any clothes.”

“Oh”, your mouth opened and you forced it shut into a tight smile. “You can just borrow mine and then we can go out shopping.” You checked your watch, “there’s still time today”

“Thanks Y/N/N”

“Anytime Tsarevna”. She followed you up to your room, watching intently as you sorted through your drawers and wardrobe, now was exactly the time to wonder why you’d never sorted the clothes. There were still some outfits here that you’d last worn in the 1940s; you doubted they’d be back in style anytime soon.

And so you settled on the basic clothing; “here you go, trousers, t-shirt, hoodie” you announced as you thrust them at her.

She raised an eyebrow, “trousers?”

“Don’t get all American, this is Ireland. Trousers, брюки if you prefer.”

“I do prefer that, yes”

“I know I agreed to move in with you, but I’m not switching to American slang”

“As you wish” she poked, “but I do also need underwear”

You would definitely be blushing now. You dipped your head to avoid Nat’s smirk as you threw some over.

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Invisible String (2/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Warning: Sexual assault, mention of an anxiety attack.

Word Count: 1641

It turns out you definitely can't do this. Working in retail sucks, majorly. Customers are so awful to you and other employees as well. You didn't make the products, you don't control the prices, then why should you listen to them rant about it all day?

This job was from 9 am to 4 pm, which reminded you a lot of your previous job. By the time you got home, you were exhausted mentally and physically. Your current schedule was eerily similar to your previous lifestyle, which left you with no time to work on your book.

You felt like you were stuck in an insufferable loop that you just can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. You thought about Mr. Barnes a lot, too. If only you weren't so egoistic and been a little nicer, then maybe you could have had that job.

With each passing day, you were becoming desperate. The only reason why you didn't run to Mr. Barnes a week ago was your pride. A pride that would not let you bow down to that rude, egoistic asshole.

It's like the universe could hear your thoughts and the devil himself walked through the doors of the store. Fuck, he can't see you here. He's going to think you're some nut job who's chasing stupid dreams after having an excellent degree. At least that's what your parents think.

You were about to run and hide behind an aisle when the voice you knew too well called out for you.

"Hey, do you know where I could find-"

"You," He said, without an emotion. "What are you doing here?"

You pointed towards the badge with the name tag on your shirt and mouthed working.

"Why?"

"Why?" You pretended to think, "I don't know, I interviewed for this other job about a week ago, but the boss was an ass."

"You lied to me," he stated as if it wasn't the most obvious thing.

"Gee, sorry, dad."

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what again?" You questioned.

" Diverging a question with a joke," He answered with an unaffected tone like he was studying you and your reaction.

"You know who I am." he stated. It should have been a question, but both of you were aware of what he meant.

"A vampire?" You mocked. He didn't look like one though, but hey, neither did Edward nor Stefan. But God, those steel-blue eyes could drink you up and you wouldn't complain. Focus.

For the first time you saw an emotion on his face that wasn't unaffected or bored, he was confused. Of course, he was confused, you were referencing twilight to a mob boss (you think, you weren't sure, but that's all you could gather from all the articles you found about him online).

"I need that job," you confessed. " I know it's not very convincing, but I need you to trust me-"

He raised a brow at that and his lips turned into a smirk. God, you wished you could swipe off that smirk from his stupidly handsome face.

"But you don't trust me, " you stated dejectedly and started turning around. "You wanted something? "

In an instant, his hand wrapped around your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. You ignored the involuntary shudder that ran through you and immediately yanked your hand out of his grasp.

You turned around and were about to give him a piece of your mind about how he shouldn't just come to your place of work and touch you without consent. He clearly guessed your thoughts and cut in.

"Clint Barton, the manager, he will tell you everything you need to know about bartending and handling the customers."

Did he just hire you? What changed between this and your previous meeting with him?

And just like that, he left. There was a part of you that wanted to say fuck off I don't need your help, but you knew better, so you went to that club later that evening. You found the Manager, Clint. He told you he was expecting your arrival and that made you feel weird because Mr. Barnes was totally opposite the day you met.

Your new job required you to be at work from 8 pm to 3 am, which was ideal for you. You usually reach home and pass out till 4 in the morning and wake up around noon. This schedule gave you a lot of time to work on your book.

You ended up making friends with some other people that work there as well. Wanda was the smart, sarcastic one that you'd have died to have as a friend in high school. Pietro, her twin brother, was also nice, a bit fast and impatient, but he was nice to you. Peter looked very young, but he knew what he was doing and he'd help you out a lot. That kid had a lot of energy and adrenaline, which surprised you every time he'd be done with work way before you.

You didn't see Mr. Barnes frequently. You saw him one time entering the club, and you tried to give him a smile which he ignored and went straight to his office upstairs. And then you decided to ignore him as well. It wasn't like you to be petty, okay, maybe you were being petty, but in your defense, he started it.

You were finishing up cleaning the table and were about to call it a day when a man you didn't recognize, probably wasn't a regular, came in asking for a drink.

"I'm sorry, sir. We're closed." You told him politely.

"Whiskey on the rocks."

You wanted to refuse him again, but you stopped yourself when he came into your sight. He didn't look like the kind of man who'd take your no seriously. He looked just as intimidating as Mr. Barnes, even more, but Mr. Barnes knew his boundaries, whereas this man in front of you evidently didn't. You could tell this by the way his gaze was slowly taking your body in and stopping a little longer at your cleavage.

You wanted to cringe and curse yourself for choosing to wear a top like that in a place filled with drunk men. The smarter part of your brain told you that he can go fuck himself, and you shouldn't think about men when you dress up. Women are entitled to wear whatever they want to and fuck men and people who tell them otherwise.

Carefully, you made his drink and handed it to him. His hand lingered on yours while taking the glass from you, and you wanted to just throw the drink across his face. His gaze remained on your chest even when you fixed your top and coughed twice to call his behavior out.

"What time do you get off?" he asked, eyes still on your chest.

Is this guy for real? , you thought.

"Um, this is highly inappropriate and I think you should leave now because I have to call it a night." you rejected politely, raising your hand towards the door, hoping he'd leave.

He chuckled darkly, his stare still drinking in your body as if you were a piece of meat, and it made you very, very uncomfortable. He obviously wasn't taking no for an answer, and you had no clue what to do. You were the only person left, and you didn't even know who to ask for help.

"Come on, baby girl," he said, walking towards you and forcefully snaking his hands around your waist to settle on your hips. " Don't make this harder than it should be. "

"No!" you yelled, pushing him away and creating some distance between you.

"Hard way it is then," he decided, walking towards you and forcefully holding the hem of your shirt in his hands to remove it. You struggled, yelled, and pushed him off you again. He furiously lunged forward towards you and hit you hard across the face. "Fucking bitch."

"Rumlow!" a voice boomed from behind you, and you hated yourself for being in such a vulnerable state. As much as you tried not to, tears welled up in your eyes and you hated being the helpless damsel in distress.

"Get the fuck out of here." the familiar voice ordered.

"Chill, Barnes. We were just having a little fun," the man known as Rumlow reasoned nonchalantly. "Besides, it's not my fault if she wears clothes like this."

You were all about feminism and how women should be treated equally with respect despite their attire, but at that moment you hated yourself for choosing that deep-neck shirt this morning.

"I'm not going to chill while you sexually harass my employees, so get the fuck out of here," Mr. Barnes warned again.

You closed your eyes and hoped that maybe this was a shitty dream and you'd wake up in your bed and have an anxiety attack because of the nightmare. You hoped that maybe the ground beneath you would open up and swallow you, so you could just not think about this ever.

You heard two sets of footsteps faintly in the background, one dragging its way away from you and the other rushing towards you. Furthermore, you didn't have it in you to open your eyes and meet the ocean blue ones that you knew were waiting for you.

In your head, you had already taken up the blame. The verdict came out the moment his gaze landed on your chest that it was your fault that you wore this shirt. Of course, if you were thinking right, you would have realized that you were undoubtedly the victim here and Rumlow was an asshole who assaulted you, but in your helpless state, your mind decided you were at fault here.

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missmonsters2 · 4 years

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Between the Lines || IX

PAIRING: Steve Rogers & Fem!Reader (Platonic) / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Vampire AU. Life has changed drastically since the 1600s. Things are always on the move, and you’ve been very careful to not get on SHIELDs radar. Living on the down-low owning a café, you’re content to live out a quiet existence. That is until the Avengers enter your life.

[Set after the New York Invasion, in CAWS, and goes up to AoU. Canon divergent after.]

Warnings: This series will contain smut(**), poly-relationship, and dark themes.

Note: Everyone last chapter: “I’m ready for Wanda to fucking ruin me.” LMAO SAME.

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V || PART VI || PART VII || PART VIII

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Antique.

That was the best way Natasha could describe your place. You had more warm colors for your walls and older styled furniture that made her feel like she was transcending time.

They had just gotten back from visiting Allison, who was beyond ecstatic to see you and Natasha. Her mother seemed to be all better now, and no longer needed the extra care for Allison. The babysitter you had recommended last time seemed to be working just fine for them when her mother needed to pull extra shifts, but you still promised to visit Allison when you could.

"Your place is nice," Natasha smiles softly, and you turn your head around to smile back at her as you grab a cup from the cupboard.

"Really? David says I have the taste of an old person. To my defense, I am old," you snort.

Natasha chuckles, "I like it."

She feels a little excited because it looks like you're making coffee for her, and it feels like it's been such a long time since Natasha has had your coffee.

"Even though I've lived so long and have adapted, this style makes me feel more at home," you softly explain, and Natasha's eyes turn tender.

You finish brewing Natasha her coffee and bring it over to her. She takes a sip, sighing with bliss.

Grinning at her, you're about to say something else when your phone buzzes in your pocket. Pulling it out, you check to see that it's from David.

"We've got to head out," You tell the redhead. "David's got a lead for us."

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Your search didn't yield much more than what David could find, which was annoying. Luckily, you didn't end up having to use your gift and instead used compulsion to find information.

Natasha trailed along, watching you work but also making herself useful when she could.

Within two hours, you felt like you already found out what you could before heading back to shower and head off to the Stark tower again.

When you get there, you already see David talking with Steve and Maria.

"Fatalities?" You could hear Steve ask.

"Only when engaged," David says as he catches your eye when you enter the room. "Mostly guys left in a fugue state going on about old memories, worst fears, and something too fast to see."

"Maximoffs," Maria mutters, and you're curious about Wanda's powers. They seemed similar to Tatyana's, but you want to confirm if Wanda's powers had only come from the scepter.

"That makes sense that he would seek them out. They have something in common," Steve said as he saw you approaching. "Find anything?"

"No more than you did, apparently," you shrugged.

"Well," David says as he's looking at his tablet. "Nothing in common anymore." He flips the tablet and a picture of Strucker's dead body and the word 'PEACE' written in blood on the wall next to him.

"Lovely," Maria huffs.

You see Clint on the phone just a couple feet from you, and Steve notices him too.

"So, you're not coming home tonight even though you explicitly said you would," you here a feminine voice on the phone.

"That's a negative," Clint says.

"This better be your last one for a while, I don't care what your boss says," you hear the woman respond. In the background, you could also hear two kids screaming, 'Is that dad? Can I talk to dad! Dad!'

"I answer to you," Clint responds almost dutifully.

"...If you miss the birth of our child...I'll kill you..."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Barton," Steve interrupts, "We might have something."

"Gotta go," Clint says quickly before he hangs up and turns to face you all.

"Who was that?" Steve asks.

"Girlfriend," Clint's eyes travel to you and David because it was obvious he knew you had heard him.

Steve doesn't pay it any mind as he leads everyone back into the room. You and David lag behind because Clint is walking beside the two of you.

"Listen--"

"It's none of our business, Clint," you cut him off with a wave. "We didn't hear a thing."

Clint sighs and gives you a smile of thanks.

"Although, you should be more careful if you're trying to keep them a secret," David says as he tapped away on his tablet.

He then holds up his tablet to you and Clint, a photo dated two years ago of Clint and his family on a ride at Disneyland.

"This you?"

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You've known as a vampire, it's impossible to get headaches, but it doesn't stop you from feeling like you have one.

Everyone is getting ready to get out onto the Quinjet to take off to the next location to find Ulysses Klaue as you'll be likely to find Ultron and the twins there.

There isn't much for you to ever prepare for, so you laze around in the kitchen before Natasha strolls in, the first to finish.

"Hey, you," she smiles, and you walk over to her.

"Hey, yourself," you smile as you inspect her suit. "Got everything?"

"Hopefully," Natasha shrugs.

You know you'll most likely meet Wanda soon, and something inside you tells you it'll bring chaos.

Nothing ever truly feels like it's over, but you have Natasha.

You look at her with slow eyes.

Sometimes it feels wrong to be this happy with Natasha, to allow yourself that kind of privilege. But there are no words you could use to describe what Natasha is to you and how you crave her.

Natasha peers through her lashes, catching the look in your eyes. She walks backward, pulling you with her until she hits the counter before she hops herself up onto it. Pulling you closer by the collar of your shirt, you end up between her legs, your hands automatically around her waist while hers are around your neck.

"When you have that look on your face, it makes me want to just...eat you," Natasha licks her lip, and you can't help but laugh lightly as she traces her thumb over your bottom lip.

"You know how funny that sounds, right?" You smile.

Natasha merely smirks as she lowers her head to press her lips against yours in a soft kiss.

She tastes like remnants of peach candy, and you hum into her mouth. Licking her bottom lip, you hold her hips tighter.

Good.

She smells good.

Like vanilla and dry leaves.

You bite her bottom lip gently, appreciating the way she moans lightly. It seems to excite her more as her heart pounds in her chest. You pull away, lowering your head as the tip of your nose drags against her side of her neck.

You inhale as Natasha holds your neck a little tighter.

You could hear it, smell, the blood rushing through Natasha's veins.

It would be so easy.

Natasha would be delicious, you just know it. Her blood hits every part of your sensories, and she would feel so good.

Your teeth drag lightly where your tongue had been.

'You can't.'

The voice and words ring in your head loud and clear.

Immediately, you pull away, almost panting as you do.

Natasha calls your name, but you shake your head.

"I just need a moment," you tell her, taking in a deep breath.

You haven't felt this way in so long, you felt like a child experiencing bloodlust again.

It had been so easy throughout the years to control it, knowing the consequences if you did it.

Yet, having Natasha tested every limit you had again.

You never thought you would ever experiencing wanting to drink from someone again.

"I'm sorry," Natasha says hesitantly. She had been so caught up in the moment, and you felt so good.

For a moment...she...she wanted you to bite her.

You clear your throat as your head clears again.

"Don't apologize," you give her a tight smile, "I should have better control."

Natasha is about to say something else when you help her down from the counter.

"C'mon," you say as you pull her along, "we should head to the Quinjet."

And Natasha's words die on her tongue.

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"Don't compare me with Stark! He's a sickness!"

You all come in time just as Ultron has sliced off Klaue's arm as he rants about Tony.

"Ahh, junior," Tony appears with Thor and Steve behind him. "You're gonna break your old man's heart."

"If I have to," Ultron tilts his head.

"Daddy issues, am I right?" You lean over to David to say, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"He's not a villain without one," David says back.

You hear a laugh disguised as a cough from Pietro. He smirks at you, and you give him a slight quirk of your lip back.

But then your eyes travel next to him.

It hits you in the gut.

A million flashbacks happen to you, and you feel like someone just knocked all the air out of your body, and you're breathless. It's like you're going through a spiral of vertigo until you look her in the eyes.

She looks like her.

You were prepared to see the similarities, but this was more than you had expected.

But you knew it was not Tatyana.

You blinked, eyes focusing on Wanda.

She was staring at you too, but she didn't seem sure of what to make of it.

"You two can still walk away from this," Steve's voice interrupts the two of you.

"Oh, we will," Wanda rips her gaze from you, tilting her head as she smirks sardonically at Steve.

"I know you've suffered," Steve acknowledges, and for a second, you see rage flash through Wanda's eyes because while Steve knows, he doesn't truly know what they've been through.

Ultron lets out a groan of disgust. "Captain America," he says with a certain tone to his voice. "God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war."

"I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but..." Ultron tilts his head, looking at Steve.

Thor tries to urge Ultron to keep the peace, but Ultron obviously declines.

"What's the vibranium for?" Tony asks.

Ultron looks as giddy as he can. "I'm glad you asked since I wanted to take this time to reveal my evil plan!"

Suddenly, Iron Legion Bots break through the glass and start attacking.

You and David have split up, he's taken off after Pietro and you to find Wanda.

Taking out Klaue's men along the way, you keep walking in the direction you could hear her in.

Her footsteps were rather light, and she had a distinct smell of cinnamon and orange blossoms.

"Thor! Status!" Steve yelled into the earpiece.

"The girl tried to warp my mind. Take special care, I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty," Thor trailed off.

You knew immediately what was happening.

"Nat," you called worriedly.

"I'm fine," she reassures you.

"David?" You called next.

"Still good," he grumbles. "Fast little bastard."

"Wait," David calls. "She's got Natasha and Steve in a hallucination."

You're about to turn around immediately to go back to Natasha, but David stops you.

"Don't," he warns. "Nat's still okay, just caught up in whatever she's seeing. If you want to put an end to it, catch the girl."

You grit your teeth but huff in agreement.

You stand along the empty hallway, breaking the wrist of a man who tries to charge at you. Flinging him over the railing, he lands on sacks of dirt and groans.

It seems you don't have to go to Wanda because you hear those light footsteps behind you, creeping up.

She stands behind you, unknowing you can hear her heart beating as she raises her hand, tendrils forming at her fingers.

You turn around abruptly, grabbing her wrist. Faced with Wanda's shock widened eyes, you quirk your lip at her.

"Cute," you tell her, "but it won't work on me."

"And why is that?" Wanda asks accent heavy in her voice that sounds so familiar to you.

"To control--compel, me to what you want, your will has to be stronger than mine," you tell her, pulling her closer by her wrist to show that even as close as she was, she couldn't use her mind control on you. "So? Do you still think you can play your little mind games on me?"

Maybe you had tugged too hard, but now Wanda was too close. Her eyes staring into yours as if she was searching for something. Lips slightly parted, you could feel her breath on you.

"Why?" Wanda murmurs as she tilts her head slightly at you.

"Why what?" You return.

"Why do you stare at me like that?" Wanda gets closer.

You should pull away. Disarm her, and go secure Pietro to finish the mission.

But it feels like there's an electric pulse in the air that seems to keep you rooted.

"Stare at you like what?" You husk.

Wanda licks her lips, drawings your eyes. "Stare at me like you want to save me."

"You're helping a homicidal robotic manic who wants to destroy the world," you quirk your brow at her. "I think that warrants needing to be saved or at least some sense beaten into you."

"He will save the world by putting an end of the Avengers," Wanda hisses. She draws forth the red wisps again in her other hand, holding it close to you. "Perhaps I can't 'play my little mind games' with you. But power is power."

Immediately, you feel Wanda's power surround your body before she uses it to force you through the window. You find yourself staring at the sky, blinking as you fall.

You swiftly turn around, positioning yourself upright as you land on the ground, creating a good-sized crater. There's a momentary crack in your ankles from the pressure and height you fell from, but as quick as it happens, it heals.

You look up, shards of glass falling around you, and you sigh.

It seems your suspicions were correct, that Wanda's powers were genuine. The feel of it was too raw and similar to Tatyana's.

And that made things complicated.

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"Hey, hey, look at me," you coo as you hold Natasha's face in your hands, turning her to look at you. Her eyes are unfocused, and honestly, it's a little challenging to get her to actually look at you.

You had arrived shortly back into the facility after hearing Clint saying they needed to move. Clint had been trying to shake Natasha out of it, but it wasn't working, and so you stepped in.

"I have no place in the world," Natasha mutters.

You had a pretty good guess about what she was seeing, and so did Clint.

"How do we get her out? Do we just have to wait?" Clint asked you.

"No," you say, stroking Natasha's cheek, tilting her face up as you look down into her eyes. "We overpower it."

Your pupils explode into liquid pools, swirling as you forced Natasha's to do the same. It would take a little longer, with Natasha not even being lucid.

"Look at me," you tell her softly. Natasha blinks. "Wherever you are, it's not real."

You start to see flickers of speckles in Natasha's eyes and lick your lips.

"Come back to me," you compel her softly but with a slight bite in your tone. "You have a place in the world. Here, as an Avengers, with Clint and everyone else." The fog is clearing from Natasha's mind, your eyes responding more to yours and your words.

"With me," you faintly say.

"Come back."

Life comes back to Natasha, her eyes no longer dull as she comes face to face with you. She's got a massive headache and slight nausea.

Natasha swallows as you still hold her face in your hands. She wants to say something, but Tony interrupts.

"Guys, I could really use some help. Maybe try the lullaby again?"

You look at Natasha, but she's in no shape to try to go against the Hulk.

"The rest of the team is down," Clint responds.

You look around to see David trying to get Steve out of his hallucination.

"David will handle things here. Get everyone back onto the jet. The twins and Ultron are probably long gone by now. I'm going to help Tony."

You look once more at Natasha, who lifts the corner of her mouth.

"Be careful," she tells you.

"Aren't I always?" Giving her a wink, you take off in a blur.

"Coordinates, Stark," you say into your earpiece.

"Getting my ass beat right now!" Tony groans.

"Coordinates, Stark, not status. I already know you're getting your ass beat," you smirk.

"Don't be a dick," he mutters, but you're unsure if that was to you or Banner. He tells you where to meet him, but it gets easier to figure out as you get closer, and you can hear glass and building being shattered, and Banner's roars along with civilian screams.

You pick up speed, reaching there as you stand a few feet away, and Tony spots you.

"What's the plan?" Tony asks.

"Get him away from the city. Damage's been done, but we should try to stop him from doing any more," you see Tony struggling to hold him down. His suit is bulked up, and you're sure he prepared this specifically for Banner.

"Where do we bring him?" Tony's punching Banner in the face, trying to get him to 'go to sleep.'

"Few miles from the Quinjet. There should be some open space."

"Alright," Tony says, having no other choice but to trust you.

He gets VERONICA to send in a new Hulkbuster arm, using it to suction in the Hulk's arm as they take to the skies. You start to run in the same direction they're going.

"Alright, what do we do after we get him in the area?" Tony's overworking the jets in his feet while the Hulk struggles to get the upper hand in the air.

"Can you trap him in his spot?"

"I have one extra set electric bars, but he dug a hole in the ground to escape it."

"Just set them in the ground, wide berth and electrodes on."

You enter into a clearing, and Tony drops Banner, breaking the ground as he lands.

Immediately, giant plates dig into the earth, surrounding Banner as he gets electrified. He screams, arching his back before he turns and snarls at you.

"You gonna try this compulsion thing?" Tony asks through his mask.

"Try being a keyword," you mutter, "I have a feeling he's not going to be receptive towards it."

"Is anyone receptive towards compulsion, really?" Tony grumbles.

"Yeah," you smirk, "humans."

You walk around the perimeter of the plates, and the Hulk turns his body as his eyes follow you.

"You're angry," you acknowledge. "She made you angry."

The Hulk only roars and glares at you, the surrounding area of his eyes were red.

You lock eyes, pupils expanding as you try to reel him in.

"But look around you, think if there's anything right now to be angry about," you say to him. His head moves side to side, but you can tell the Hulk is fighting it. "Are you really angry, or did she just tell you you're angry? Who are you outraged at? The civilians who've done nothing to you? Tony? Me?"

You kept circling, keeping your eyes locked on his.

"Yourself?" You asked, and when the Hulk lets out an enraged yowl, you know you've hit the spot.

"You need to calm down," you lick your lips. "Before you do something that will really make you angry with yourself."

The Hulk is huffing and puffing as he continues to stare at you, and you try to expand the compulsion stronger.

For a second, you think it's working. The Hulk is shaking his head, stumbling backward.

But as quick as that happens, suddenly he punches himself in the face, knocking himself out of your control before he lets out another bellowing scream.

He starts running even as the plates send out electric shocks, bombarding through one of them as it breaks.

"He's too ravaged for me to even try to influence him to calm down," you tell Tony quickly as you take off towards the Hulk.

"I think I got that," Tony has to move out of the way before the Hulk steamrolls him.

"New plan," you say, running towards Tony.

"What are you--" he starts to say, but you cut him off.

"Throw me onto his back!" You leap, forcing Tony to catch you as he spins around once before whipping you in the direction the Hulk took off in.

The speed propelled you straight towards him, he didn't even see it coming as he was approaching the Quinjet. Everyone had come outside, hearing his thundering footsteps as he ran in their direction.

You latched onto his back, wrapping your tiny arms the best you could around his neck with crushing force, almost enough to snap his windpipe.

He chokes, feet digging into the ground as he abruptly stopped. His hand comes up to your arm, and you only have a second before he forces you to release him via breaking your arm.

You open your mouth, teeth sharp as venom pooled to them before you dug it into his neck.

He was grumbling at you before, but he was definitely screaming at you now.

The sound of agonizing wails leaves his mouth as he falls to his knees. You let go of his neck.

Falling forward, the Hulk writhes in pain, and you could see the venom traveling in his veins as they turned a dark green on his skin. He was crawling as he groaned.

Soon, the venom overtook his system to the point Banner began to change back to a man. He lay there, moaning in pain as Tony came forward along with Clint, who threw a blanket over him.

"What did you do?" Tony asked, and David came out, blurring over to carry Bruce into the Quinjet.

"Forced him to change back," you mutter as you also got onto the Quinjet.

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David put Banner on a makeshift bed while Clint flew the Quinjet out of the area.

Bruce was thrusting off the table as he still writhed in pain while everyone else stood around.

"What's happening to him?" Steve asked. He was covered in dirt and grime, and he looked a little defeated.

"The venom is breaking his cells down," you say, eyes drifting to David, who nods, restraining Bruce down.

You could hear more questions being fired, but you didn't answer. You threw the blanket off of Bruce, and everyone could see his veins, dark and poisoned-looking.

Leaning over, you began to bite him various places until the discoloration in his veins began to disappear. The seizing slowed down in Bruce as he came to a restful stop, but beads of sweat ran down his forehead. He was still breathing heavily, and his eyes remained closed.

"He's going to have to sleep that off," you spitting out blood into a nearby bucket, and wiping your mouth. David hands you a bottle of water, which you use to rinse your mouth, spitting it out until your mouth was clear.

Natasha comes up to check on you, putting her hand on your back softly as you try to give her a smile that ends up being more of a grimace.

"What was that?" Tony asked as he inspected his friend.

"I told you," you say as Natasha gives you some gum. "Venom can be used in three ways. That was one of them."

"But what does it do," Tony emphasized.

The mint flavor spread throughout your mouth, and you were thankful for a change in taste. Lately, it's been getting harder to control your thirst.

"When venom is used to harm, it attacks the cells in your body. Specifically, it makes them explode. It's painful as it travels through your veins because it's basically shredding everything in its path as it moves. The more venom you inject, the faster the deterioration goes," you say.

"Why did you bite him again?" Steve asks.

"There's only one way to reverse it," you peer over to Bruce's sleeping form. "Only the venom of the vampire who inflicted it can undo it. I injected the healing venom to counteract it. He'll be fine, maybe just a couple scars, and feeling sore for a few days."

"We need to lay low while we can," David interrupts as he looks at his tablet.

"That's a great idea," you hear Maria chime in through the intercoms. "The new is loving you guys. No one else is. There's no official arrest warrant for Banner, but it's up in the air."

"Stark Relief Foundation?" Tony asks.

"Already on scene. How's everyone?" She replies.

"We took a hit, they're shaking it off right now," you mutter.

"Well, stay in stealth mode for now, and don't come back here," Maria warned, knowing it would be ugly.

"So, run and hide?" Tony seems displeased.

"Until we find Ultron, there are not many options on the table," Maria sighed, disconnecting after that.

Tony goes over to Clint, slapping his hand on Clint's shoulder. "Need to switch out?"

Clint shakes his head, "Nah, I'm good. If you wanna get some kip, now would be the time, we're still a couple hours out."

You look over to Clint, noticing the dark bags under his eyes, and for the first time, you see how tired he must be.

"A couple hours from where?" Tony asks.

"A safe house," Clint answers, looking at you and David, and you know immediately where he's taking you.

You turn to Natasha, and it seems she knows as well.

Taking the time to sit near the back, you hold your girlfriend in your arms, stroking the side of her arms. Natasha's worn, you can tell by the paleness in her skin, and she's upset.

You sit in silence for a good chunk of the time. As much as you hate it, the image of Wanda doesn't leave your mind. There was something that brewed deep within you, and you felt haunted.

It isn't until Natasha decides to speak and breaks your thoughts.

"I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't gotten me out of that hallucination," Natasha says quietly to avoid drawing the attention of the others, but now used with David unintentionally being able to listen.

"I wish I could've been there sooner," you say at the same level of quietness, but Natasha shakes her head.

"Sometimes," she starts, licking her dry lips, "it's so easy to live every day like that part of my life didn't happen. Even though it's my sole reason to do the things I do. I want to clear my ledger, but it's..."

"It's complicated," you finish for her when she drags.

It's silent for a few minutes as the two of you rest, you lean your head on top of Natasha's, breathing slowly as you try to comfort her.

"I had never thought about wanting kids," Natasha starts quietly again, and you hum softly in the back of your throat to tell her you're listening.

"I'm not even really sure that I do or not, but then I get reminded that I can't either way."

You hold her bicep tighter, turning your head to press a kiss to her head.

"It's okay to mourn the loss of the choice," you murmur.

Natasha nudges herself closer to you, inhaling your scent as it eases her. The images don't quite go away. They linger in her mind, a wretched memory of everything she's endured.

"I suppose it's easier," Natasha mumbles. "It's one less thing to worry about, one less thing that would matter more than a mission. It makes everything easier, even killing."

"Don't do that," you admonish her gently. "While those things can be true, don't make yourself out to be a monster."

Natasha remains quiet, not the kind where she doesn't believe you, but the kind where she doesn't quite have the right words to say for once.

"You act like you don't already have things that would matter more than a mission, things that you don't worry about," you lift your other hand up, using your fingers to tilt her chin until she's facing you.

Your lips are so close, the warmth vibrating between the two of you.

"Because you already do, don't you?" You murmur. "Everyone on this ship is your family--I'm your family, just as you are mine."

PART X

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 24

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TWs/Summary: The party, finally. Nerds be nerds. They're all dorks tbh. Booze and partying. Clint is a disaster. Natasha is a queen. I beg for comments from y'all cuz I'm short on serotonin 🥺🥺🥺💚✨

This is a Spotify playlist I made for the first half of the party. Sets the mood 😌

The party was booming, the room was flooded with a large amount of people dressed in various extravagant outfits. It was enough to sweep my eyes over the crowd only once to take notice of the thought and money people had put into their outfits. I hardly noticed any cheesy "angel/devil" or "sexy cat" ensembles, my eyes caught on gemstones and feathers and floor-length gowns instead.

First Avenger to catch my eye was Thor - only because the people surrounding him barely held back from drooling. Hell, I did a spit-take: the usually graceless giant stood casually posted at one of the snack tables, wearing silver robes embroidered with tiny sparkling gemstones; a sleek, angular crown rested atop his head, his blonde hair was longer, lighter and straight. One look at his ears and the realisation struck me: Thor was Thranduil, the Elven king. It made sense since Peter had the thunderer hooked on the Lord of the Rings movies a couple of weeks ago...

Both Loki and Wanda cleaned up no less nicely. The Witch was wearing a midi dress, airy and soft, in pastel tones that brought out the natural rosiness of her cheeks and the scarlet undertones glimmering in the strands of her hair. Unlike me, she chose to wear a sparkling tiara, which Loki had created after a short debate - it was an intricate material illusion meant to last for at least ten hours.

Loki himself was a work of art: dark and macabre fantasy painting. I could barely tear my eyes away from the pale, tall man clad in dark green silks and brocade. The candlelight threw shadows on his angular face and his sharp cheekbones stood out more than ever: twenty minutes I spent on convincing him to let me put make-up on his face paid off spectacularly. Flickering lights toyed with the emeralds and forest greens of the shiny silk of his vest, giving Loki an ethereal glow. His eyes shone crimson red, making nearby people throw equally startled and appreciative looks.

As for myself, the stares I got were no more and no less than I expected. The dress I'd been aching to wear fit me perfectly, earthen tones, hand-embroidered blossoms and delicate golden threading. The layers of my skirt were just voluminous enough to give me the extra airy, floating walk, the medium-height platforms of my shoes lightening my step. The ropes securing them to my legs were decorated with flowers so delicate they looked real.

The peak of my outfit took an arm and a leg in bribery of the resident sorcerer-turned-vampire, but in the end, even Loki himself could hardly look away from his creation. An hour of research and some serious magic voodoo shit was what it took for the fluttering fairy wings to sit between my shoulder blades. I felt them as an extension of my own body, and whilst flying was definitely out of the question, I could flicker them and felt the delicate brush of Wanda's fingers as she admired the translucent, blue-green, marble-patterned sheen of pure, concentrated magic.

In hindsight, I should have simply bought a set of pre-made wings and asked Loki to enchant them to move on their own. Hindsight... I wasn't good at that. So, in this moment, with the wings syncing up with my jittery nerves, the shiny traitors shook with the force of stares directed at our little trio. There was an absurd amount of gorgeous people and breathtaking costumes, yet even then, we stood out like Mona Lisa in an indie art gallery. Muted 'woah's and 'oh-my-gods' traveled across the room, turning even more heads towards us.

"And you wanted to wear Walmart," I weakly chuckled in Wanda's direction, seeing her wide eyes and Loki's arm rapidly wrapping around her waist, catching her a brief moment before she stumbled. The trickster looked unimpressed and bored for all the world to see, but to me, the slight twitching of his eyebrow told me he wasn't feeling that much different from us girls either.

"Brother!" Thor gestured us over with a drink in each hand, parting the crowd of people easily.

Noah, et tu? I had no choice but to swallow my unease, hoping my concealer and highlighter did their job and my face hadn't lost the sublime glow I was aiming for. For a girl like me, the Fae aesthetic wasn't easily achieved: naturally, I wasn't innocent, I wasn't playful... However, I was mischievous. Plenty of that.

Spotting a semi-familiar face in the crowd of partygoers, I gave the man a lopsided grin and a wink without actually taking note of who he was. Tonight, I would be a fairy. I would play.

"King," Wanda mock-bowed with a laugh, carefully embracing Thor. Even Loki did a brief, composite left-handed tilt with a slight smirk.

"Where's the rest of the gang?" I giggled, immediately making grabby hands for the nearest brightly coloured, fruity concoction that fell into my eyesight. Being sober at a party was not something I had planned to be: first drink went down like water as Thor explained the whereabouts of our various friends.

"Steven and James are with Lady Natasha, there is a knife-throwing contest outside on the patio," As soon as those words left his mouth, Loki immediately perked up, not-so-subtly turning his torso towards the large open area.

"Go," I ushered him. "Win us something, good sir," With a chuckle of my own, I grabbed Wanda by the hand for both of us to give a chaste good luck kiss to each of Loki's cheeks. He smiled as I threw a tiny amount of sparkles at him, shouting "GOOD LUCK!" to his retreating back.

"Princess?" I heard a curious voice pipe up behind me, an arm carefully wrapping itself under my wings. Said arm jerked as the sensitive matter of my wings fluttered away from the touch, shivers running down my spine and making me shuffle in place awkwardly.

"Tickles," I breathed out, voice pitched.

Tony's utterly perplexed face came into view as he gave me an open-mouthed once-over. "Darling..." He cleared his throat. I had managed to rob Tony Stark of his words! "You look... Exquisite." His eyes critically surveyed the amount of make-up and glitter on my face before he lifted the inside of my wrist, touching his lips to the pulse point for two long seconds, stealing my breath away with the simple, intimate gesture. It was by far more powerful than having to get glitter out of his beard if he'd kissed me on the lips, or even on the cheek.

"Congratulations, you've caught a Fae," I grinned mischievously, my own eyes widening at the amount of tiny little details on Tony's costume. Delicate, moving clockwork gears and metals interwoven with dark brown, harsh leather; he wore a tophat decorated with a pair of glasses and both his arms and harnesses had moving details of polished, dull-grey chrome. It was unreal, like Tony had stepped out of a Steampunk graphic novel, like he'd just got done filming the Wild West movie. "Nerd," I affectionately brushed my fingers - glitter-free hand - along the handlebar mustache he'd grown out.

Tony spoke over Thor's laughter, pressing himself closer to me, this time careful around my wings. "Do I get to make a wish?"

"Don't be rude, Tony. The Fair Folk should be treated with politeness and respect," Bruce's amused voice signaled his arrival before I even saw him. His costume and Tony's complimented each other: whereas Tony the wngiy obviously was some sort of inventor, Bruce was a doctor, or perhaps, a chemist. Instead of moving gears, he had an array of brightly coloured vials attached to a gold-and-green embroidered belt, and a single monocle replaced his usual rectangular glasses. The scientist gallantly raised my palm to his lips, fighting a smile of his own. Utter nerds! "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Princess. Everyone can't take their eyes off you," With that, a brief, bright flash of green blinked in his eyes and then I knew, Bruce and Hulk would be on my back, watching out for me wherever I would decide to go.

The knots in my back, in my stomach, slowly began to unwind, the feeling accelerated by the warmth of alcohol sitting low in my belly. I was happily sandwiched between my two men, chatting with Wanda and Thor, nibbling on the spooky treats that Tony's catering services had provided. They were delicious.

Sam appeared, dragging a flushed Clint in tow. The archer had evidently gotten well into his drinks, seeing as he was holding a horn in one hand whilst the other still barely held onto his head. Despite the costume fail, he seemed to be having the time of his life.

"We need glue," Sam announced, smiling in our direction. "Well, hello, ladies," Briefly, abandoning his bird bro, Sam kissed a giggling Wanda on the cheek and wrestled one of my hands from Tony to peck it, too. "My, my eyes have been so blessed!"

"What are you?" Wanda asked the man curiously, pointing at his... a sort of toga, brown leather shoes that looked more like hooves and a crown of... grapevine?

"Dionysus," Sam mock-bowed, "And this is my Pan. Who happens to be a lightweight and enjoys annoying witches that can throw knives with scary precision!" The man announced, annoyed, whilst Clint just drunkenly giggled as he was helped by Thor - the Asgardian-Elf was doing something to the archer's headdress and putting the wonky horn back in its place, hands steady despite Clint's swaying and squirming.

"Classy," I toasted Sam. "Who's the knife-throwing witch?"

"Natasha," He grabbed a drink of his own. "She went as Yennefer, both fossils are Witchers and Pietro is Jaskier. He looks like a proper court jester in that purple... Thing," The dark man was giggling, too, somewhat tipsy.

"The Ass of America could fit his sizeable rear end in leather pants? How much KY jelly did they use?" Tony snorted mockingly as all of us laughed. I remembered seeing an interview with Henry Cavill and his troubles regarding the leather pants - Tony's question was valid and you can fuckin' quote me on that.

"Man, don't ask me. I've already seen more than enough of him and Barnes in the supply closet," Sam winced, downing the remainder of his drink in one go.

"And what were you doing in the supply closet, Wilson?" Natasha was absolutely breathtaking in the black mesh dress. Pietro next to her looked like a masquerade attendee - in a good way. He had gone with the video game version of Jaskiers outfit and was a bright addition to or our mostly black and pastel coloured party.

Sam grumbled something unintelligible, striking a conversation with Pietro and Clint, pulling the rest of us into it one by one. People came by and went, saying their hellos and asking to take pictures - the party was attended by mostly SI and trusted SHIELD employees with the exception of a few B-level celebrities Tony knew personally, no press was allowed beyond their designated area so all of us could afford some degree of frivolity.

Steve and Bucky - oh my God their costumes were tight - shared kisses and heated glances over the tops of our heads. Bruce's hand snuck under the highest part of my skirt, caressing my legs and Tony's soft pecks on the top of my head filled me with the warmest sense of adoration. Loki, being the gentleman he was, had won both me and Wanda each a stuffed spider which we gracefully accepted, thanking the trickster with a dance.

Or three. Wanda went first, eyes sparkling and smile ten miles wide as she soaked up the admiration, the envious stares of the people in the room. The witch looked simply stunning, she was glowing, and Loki next to her shared the sentiment wholeheartedly - a small grin decorated his face, eyes kindest I'd ever seen them. In that moment, Wanda truly was a princess.

Three and a half drinks in, I swayed gently to the music, unbothered by the smile creeping on my face as I watched the two magical people dance and mingle. "You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey..." Singing along was a pesky habit of mine that manifested itself after a certain amount of liquor circulated through my system. It wasn't like I was a bad singer - my parents had made me take music classes until I was sixteen - but it was generally an embarrassing moment nonetheless. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine..." Trust Tony to pick the kind of music I actually knew and liked.

A flash of purple and my glass was snatched out of my hand and promptly downed. Shamelessly grinning, Pietro gave me a look with that cocky tilt of his lips, blonde hair in utter disarray. "That your work?" He nodded towards the dancing couple, giving the empty glass to Bruce who was now watching my swaying with a careful eye.

"My and Loki's," I replied dryly."Thank you," Pietro replied sincerely. "Wanda needed this," Briefly looking me over (fuckin' glitter! I was missing out on so many hugs!), the blonde settled on squeezing my hand between his own. "May I steal your lady for a dance?" He addressed Bruce, seeing as Tony was immersed in a conversation with some dude dressed as Marty from Back to The Future. IT department, maybe?

"You may, but no funny business," Bruce looked godly in his outfit with the stern expression: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and irises having just a tinge of green. Hulk watching me added an unexpected sort of spice to our interactions. It made me feel...

"Let's go, Printsesa," Pietro unceremoniously dragged me to the dancefloor, all but stomping over other people's feet, shoes, tails and various other accessories. Boys will be boys... And we danced, and we laughed - until Loki and Wanda floated over to us, promptly swapping partners with fluidity I didn't expect from either of the twins. I watched Pietro spin Wanda with a smile as the Witch shrieked and cursed at her overenthusiastic brother.

"How's it going, Lokes?" I addressed the resident vampire, placing an arm on his shoulders. Tall ass bastard.

"Better than I expected," He admitted. "Although I cannot say I appreciate intoxicated Midgardian males."

"Nobody likes drunk dudes," I rolled my eyes. "I've lost count how many faces I've punched and balls busted at parties. They just don't learn."

"Oh, indeed, you're a fighter, little one. How could have I forgotten?" Loki teased me, doing an elaborate twirl to narrowly avoid the slap I was aiming at his chest. Tall, cheeky bastard.

I definitely should have put salt in his tea sugar.

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Just Out of Curiosity, What Have Buffy and Angel Been Linked Too?

Within the show’s run and in other official canon material, Buffy and Angel have had crossover links to:

The Wild Bunch, Dracula, National Lampoon’s Vacation, The Lord of the Rings, Aliens, Buckaroo Banzai, The X-Files, Evil Dead, Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, Doctor Who, and Godzilla. The “Expanded Universe” Material (Dark Horse Comics before Season 8, the IDW comics, Licensed Novels) add:

Frankenstein, James Bond, The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, the legendary figure of Springheel Jack, Sherlock Holmes, An American Werewolf in London, The Wolf Man, King Arthur, Zorro, The Cthulhu Mythos, Tarzan, Hellboy, Predator, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV Series), The Devil’s Footprints, Rosanne, Marvel Comic’s character Cytorrak (the thing that empowers The Juggernaut), Ghostbusters, the Dungeons & Dragons Multiverse, Peter David’s Fallen Angel, and Highlander: The Series. Buffy and Angel have been referenced by other series as well in the crossover sense. Those add:

Eureka, Simon R. Green’s Ghost of a Chance, Andy Barker P.I., Hack/Slash, Supernatural, Gen13, Blood and Bullets, House of the Dead 2 (movie), Marvel’s Legion of Monsters (featuring Elsa Bloodstone, Morbius the Living Vampire, N’kantu the Living Mummy, The Manphibian, Werewolf by Night, Tomb of Dracula, & Daimon Hellstrom), West Coast Avengers (featuring Kate Bishop, Clint Barton, Gwenpool, America Chavez, Quinten Quire, Fuse, Jeff the Land Shark, Madam Masque, Alloy (Ramone Watts), and Noh-Varr), and American Horror Story: Apocalypse. Those nods come in works that also reference: Carnacki: Ghostfinder, Drinking the Midnight Wing, The Monkeys’ Paw, Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter, Halfway to the Grave from the “Night Huntress” novel series, Sonja Blue, Blade (either comics or film series), Solomon Kane, and Nick Fury: Agent of SHIELD. Buffy and Angel have been featured in what I like to refer to as “Megacrossover” tales as well, adding a plethora of other series to the mix. The additions include: White Zombie, The Black Coats, Arsene Lupin, Marvel’s Brother Voodoo, Child's Play, Tales of the Zombie, Revolt of the Zombies, James Bond, Angel Heart, Duke de Richleau, I Walked With a Zombie, John Thunstone, Kolchak the Night Stalker, Pirates of the Caribbean, Captian Blood, Lorna Doone, Gulliver's Travels, the works of Stephen King ("Jerusalem's Lot"), Leatherstocking Tales, Charmed, Treasure Island, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (the original short story), John Carter of Mars, The X-Files, Moby Dick, The Narrative of Arthur Gordan Pym of Nantucket, Mayfair Witches, Doc Savage, The Phantom, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, The Wild West (TV Series), Gone with the Wind, The Wizard of Oz, The Lone Ranger, Martin Hewitt, The Shadow, The Body Snatchers (the story on which Invasion of the Body Snatchers was based), L'Enigmatique Fen-Chu, Atlantida, The Exorcist, Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: The Next Generation, The Stepford Wives, Young Frankenstein, The Six Million Dollar Man, The Pretender, Beauty and the Beast (1980s Television Series), Bionic Woman (original series), Modesty Blaze, Knight Rider (original Series), The Equalizer, The Nyctalope, Cyrano de Bergerac, The Three Musketeers, The Scarlet Pimpernel, The Invaders (1950s Television Series), Blake and Mortimer (a Belgian comic), Sâr Dubnotal, Blithe Spirit (1941), Lensman, Simon Ark, Dark Shadows, Semi-Dual (The Occult Detector (1912)), Doctor Strange, John J. Malone, Kenneth J. Malone, Network (1976 film), I Dream of Jeannie, Northern Exposure, Jane Arden, The Continental Op, Nate Heller, Judex, Dr. Spektor, Some Like It Hot, Little Caesar, Scarface, Robin and the 7 Hoods, Dick Tracy, The Big Lebowski, Morris Klaw, Suicide Squad (Novel Series that began with Mr. Zero and the FBI Suicide Squad), Theodosia Throckmorton, John Thunstone, Fergus O'Breen, Rocket to the Morgue, Call Northside 777, "Bell, Book and Candle", Mr. Mulliner, Special Unit 2, The Quincunx of Time, Baal (of Renée Dunan's 1924 novel), Female Vampire (1975 Film), Doctor Omega (a Doctor Who pastiche), The Adventures of a Parisian Aeronaut in the Unknown Worlds, C. Auguste Dupin, Fantômas, The Merkabah Rider, Quantum Leap, Monk (TV Series), The Manitou (film), Simon of Gitta, Meaner than Hell, Kull, Conan the Barbarian, Steve Harrison, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, Kung Fu, Indiana Jones, Batman, Something Wicked This Way Comes, House II: The Second Story, Winchester '73, The Quick and the Dead, Hombre, The Lone Ranger, The Pearl of Death, House of Horrors, The Brute Man, John Kirowan, Bran Mak Morn, Carmilla, World of Watches, Nosferatu, Underworld, Black Sunday, The Vampire Chronicles, Vampire City, The Black Coats, The Island of Doctor Moreau, The Most Dangerous Game, The Vampyre (1819), The Count of Monte Cristo, Tombs of the Blind Dead, Lord Peter Wimsey, Waldemar Daninsky, Curse of the Crimson Altar, Captain Kronos - Vampire Hunter, P. G. Wodehouse's Works, Viy, The Mummy (1932), Harry Dickenson, The Spider, Varney the Vampire, The Simpsons, Hellraiser/The Hellbound Heart, The Master Mind of Mars (part of Edgar Rice Burrough’s Mars series), The Wandering Jew’s Daughter, and She: A History of Adventure. Buffy and Angel also have two products that show up regularly in fiction.

One is Sugar Bombs or Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, which appear in Calvin and Hobbes, Marvel’s Runaways (featuring Nico Minoru, Karolina Dean, Chase Stein, Gert Yorkes, Molly Hayes, Old Lace, Xavin. Victor Mancha, and The Swarm), and The Incredibles 2. They also show up in the videogame series Fallout, but that is most likely an alternate universe. Morley Cigarettes are the other product that has a good travel life, enough to have its own Wikipedia Page. As such, I’ll only mention a few notable cases: Joy Ride 2: Dead Ahead, Murder in the First, Platoon, Psycho (1960), The World’s End (2013), 24, American Horror Story “Birth”, The Americans, Beverly Hills 90210 (1990s series), Burn Notice, Californication, Cold Case, Criminal Minds, CSI: NY, Curb Your Enthusiasm, The Dick Van Dyke Show, ER, Everybody Hates Chris, Friends, Heroes, Jake 2.0, Judging Amy, Justified, Lost, Malcolm in the Middle, Medium, Millennium, Mission: Impossible (TV Series), Nash Bridges, NCIS, New Amsterdam, Orange is the New Black, Pushing Daisies, Reaper, Seinfeld, Space: Above and Beyond, The Strain, That 70s Show, The Walking Dead, Twin Peaks, Warehouse 13, Weeds, System Shock 2, and The Twilight Zone “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet”. Obviously, some of these would be alternate universes. Finally, there are two notable parody examples to bring up: Vampirella vs. Fluffy. Vampirella has had a LOT of crossovers, so she’s one step removed from Buffy at best, ergo, they probably met and given the tone of the comic, Vampi did not leave too happy with Buffy’s remarks about her outfit, or Willow. Big Wolf on Campus actually provides a rather respectful crossover, and all things considered, the title character likely met Faith before she came to Sunnydale if taken as a proper crossover. Totaling things up, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and Angel) have had 10 nods to the Cthulhu Mythos, 7 crossovers with Dracula, 5 with Frankenstein and Sherlock Holmes, 4 with Ghostbusters, and 3 with Doc Savage, Solomon Kane, Evil Dead/Army of Darkness, The X-Files, and Hellboy. And all that from just Buffy and Angel. Can you imagine what you find when you got a link further than that? Or two links? Six?

To give a hint: The Mythos can add over 200 works, Dracula 160+, 79 from Frankenstein, 17 from Ghostbusters, 24 from Hellboy, 29 from Evil Dead, and 51 from The X-Files. There is a lot of overlap, of course, but it still sets a good idea of just how big this world is. Now, all Buffy needs is a crossover with Batman, and she’ll have hit the all the major crossover series.

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What if the Avengers were the Animorphs? I'd think it wouldn't go that well, but I'd like ta hear your opinion.

Nonny, I 100% agree. Assuming this is a universe in which the six original MCU Avengers bump into Elfangor in a construction site just before what would otherwise be the events of the Avengers movie, a few thoughts on just how badly that would go:

None of them would morph. It’s a new technology, it’s a technology they don’t trust, and it’s a technology that threatens their sense of autonomy, which for Clint and Natasha especially would be a giant flashing “NOPE!” sign. They’re intelligent adults, and they’d almost certainly talk themselves (and each other) out of using it.

Probably Tony would express an interest in at least giving it a try, in the name of Science! Probably Bruce would, very gently, tell Tony that attempting to transform one’s own body using untested technology does not tend to end well. Probably Tony would take Bruce’s point, and just not morph.

This is also a team of people who have pre-existing weapons with more firepower and fewer drawbacks than morphing affords. If mind-controlling aliens are invading, they’d probably fall back on tried-and-true methods like hammers and arrows.

Steve would immediately tell The Proper Authorities about the invasion. He would not listen to Elfangor’s (or Tony’s, or Bruce’s) warnings about The Proper Authorities. Not because he doesn’t believe them about yeerks, just that he honest-to-bob believes in The System. He’d believe that 15% of cops being controllers isn’t enough to make all cops bad, and would totally believe that if they can just make sure everyone knows about the invasion then they can surely muster a resistance movement from among his fellow Americans.

Steve would not properly estimate just how many casualties this move would result in. The authorities being 15% yeerks is still plenty of yeerks to get 50% of people killed in the crossfire. And The System is not exactly capable of standing up to a strong battering from within the way that Steve might hope.

Not only that, but an open invasion (which Steve would accidentally kick off) gives Visser Three license to do everything in his power to annihilate the 90% of humans they don’t need for host bodies. And given that the yeerks can cook an entire planet from the outer atmosphere (#52), that would not end well.

If Steve would handle the news of the yeerks the worst, Natasha would handle it the best. Can’t trust anyone or anything? Can’t reveal your secrets to the world? Need to protect your identity at all costs? Cool, she was already on that train well before Elfangor arrived.

Honestly, Natasha might pull an Alice* gambit: grab Clint, burn their identities, and run for the hills. They’d still be working on trying to solve the alien thing from within their safe house in the Chilean wilderness, but if their plan didn’t succeed then they’d be well positioned to just... stay put and let their friends do the vainglorious dying for the cause.

Thor would probably take a far more measured approach to the problem. He’d definitely fight anyone who attacked him first, and he’d be more than happy to destroy yeerk pools and ground-based kandrona generators and the like, but he also wouldn’t concern himself too much with the bigger picture the way that especially Steve and Natasha do.

Honestly can’t decide what the most irresponsible thing Tony could possibly do with yeerk and/or andalite technology, but by gum he’d find it and do it. Possibilities include:

Sneaking off in the middle of the night to test the limits of the morphing tech, Bruce’s warnings be damned. Note that he still wouldn’t be weaponizing the morphing; he’d just be doing things like trying to morph plants or trying to acquire DNA samples without living animals attached or trying to demorph after 1 hour 59 minutes.

Using andalite communications technology to hack all yeerk and human lines to everything. Whether or not he’d actually get anything useful from this big BIG data would depend on how distracted he got by trying to find proof that Nick Fury listens to boy bands or Captain America secretly watches porn.

Trying to make his own chee, at home, in his garage, using only what he’s seen of the chee themselves. Obviously this would end in Ultron, who honestly couldn’t really make the situation all that much worse.

Buying the entire Quaker Oats company, and copyrighting their maple-and-ginger instant blend. Again, this one could go really well or really badly, depending on what he does with that copyright once he’s got it.

Also: Loki would get his ass handed to him by Visser One before he was on Earth more than 10 minutes. And none of the Avengimorphs would ever know that they’d dodged that bullet.

* [Twilight saga spoilers]: In Breaking Dawn, Alice foresees that her family’s well-meaning but stupid plan to challenge vampire authorities is likely to get them all killed. Knowing she can’t dissuade any of them from the plan, she settles for packing up her hubby and running for it. They do end up finding a way to save the day while they’re off in Chile, but it’s strongly implied that if they hadn’t then they would’ve just stayed put, poured one out for their dead fam, and carried on with their lives.

#animorphs #avengers #au #animorphs meta #sorry this is not a proper au #i'm retreading ground here #and i'm doing my best to write fewer unhappy endings #anonymous #asks

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