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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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Okay but like I feel like Diego is the kind of person to flirt with really bad pick-up lines and Klaus is just Not Having It

featuring: Diego being a flustered Mama's boy and Klaus being a disaster dumbass and the two of them being completely in love with each other anyway

DISCLAIMER: None of the pick-up lines are mine, but the responses and ensuing shenanigans are :)

(there's fifty of these so buckle up kids :) sorry not sorry <3)

seriously though some of these are really bad

#1: He A Snack

Diego: Baby, you belong in the vending machine because you’re a snack.

Klaus: Diego you know I’m claustrophobic.

Diego: Don’t you mean Klaus-trophobic??? *finger guns*

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I want a divorce.

#2: I’m From Hell

Diego: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Klaus: I’m a veteran addict and abuse victim who can see ghosts, Diego.

Klaus: Everything hurts.

#3: Animal Puns

Diego: *points to TV screen playing the Discovery Channel* Hey Klaus.

Diego: You’re my otter half.

Klaus: Diego those are meerkats.

#4: Stars

Diego: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Klaus: Yup.

Diego: You know who else is beautiful?

Klaus: Ben.

#5: Get Out Your Handcuffs Mister

Diego: You’re under arrest… for stealing my heart.

Klaus: Diego you got kicked out of the police academy like five years ago, just give up.

#6: Bad Boys

Diego: *leaning against the doorframe like a moron* So. I hear you like bad boys.

Klaus: Diego you cried because you accidentally stepped on a bee last week.

Diego: Well yeah but -

Klaus: You held a funeral for it. You made us all speak. You had Allison fly in from California. It was a fucking bee, Diego.

Diego: … I wear leather?

Klaus: So does every other kid who shops at Hot Topic. You’re not special.

#7: Prince Charming

Diego: Your knight in shining armor is here -

Klaus: One, that’s a turtleneck, not armor.

Klaus: Two, you’re covered in blood. That’s the opposite of shiny.

Klaus: Three, you smell like dead fish. Go take a shower.

#8: Chemistry

Diego: Did we have a class together? Because I could’ve sworn we had -

Klaus: Chemistry? Yup. Also English and math and foreign languages and history and like every other fucking thing because we grew up in the same sadistic boarding school, Diego.

#9: The Store Can’t Just Give Away Things For Free. That’s A Terrible Way To Run A Business.

Diego: I like your pants.

Klaus: Thanks. I got them out of a dumpster. And yes, you can have them 100% off.

Diego: *voice cracks* Really?

Klaus: No.

#10: Boyfriend Material

Diego: My jeans are made of -

Klaus: You’re wearing leather pants Diego.

Diego: Okay but -

Klaus: So they’re made of leather and they’re not fucking jeans.

#11: Digits

Diego: I lost my phone number. Can I have -

Klaus: None of us have phones, Diego.

Diego: I can… buy us some?

Klaus: Fine. I want my number to be 1-420-420-4201.

Diego: Baby no.

Klaus: *pulling out the puppy dog eyes* Pwetty pwease?

Diego: Fine, but mine’s gonna be 1-696-969-6969.

Klaus: I love you so much. Marry me. Have my babies.

#12: Love At First Sight

Diego: Do you believe in love at first sight or -

Klaus: If I did I’d have already fallen in love with a lot of hot ghosts.

Diego: - should I walk by again?

Klaus: You’ve been pacing for the past ten minutes, Gogo. I think if it was gonna happen it would’ve by now.

#13: You Have Fine Written All Over You

Diego: Are you a parking ticket? Cause -

Klaus: Diego I can’t drive.

#14: His Eyes Are Green Not Blue You Dipshit

Diego: Your eyes are an ocean, and I’m lost at sea.

Klaus: ... can’t you, like, hold your breath forever?

Diego: *blinks* Baby, I love you, but you’re ruining this with our childhood trauma.

Klaus: Well since you’ve refused therapy I just thought this was the next best option.

Diego: I take back what I said about loving you.

#15: Math Is Dumb And I Wish School Would Stop Teaching It

Diego: Are you a forty-five degree angle?

Klaus: Actually, because humans have non-linear body shapes, it’s impossible for their specific angles to be measured -

Diego: Are you high or have you been defiling Five’s books again?

Klaus: *blinks* Why can’t it be both?

Diego: *rethinking life decisions*

#16: Baby I’m All Yours

Diego: Do you have a name?

Klaus: Klaus.

Diego: Or can I call you mine?

Klaus: I mean I prefer “baby”, but sure.

Diego: *super wide eyes* Really?

Klaus: *melts into a puddle of glitter* Yeah, Gogo.

#17: (Not) Bookworms

Diego: Thank god I brought my library card. Cause I’m here to check you out.

Klaus: *through a mouthful of waffles* God isn’t real. We all die and rot beneath the earth to be eaten by maggots. There is no such thing as a higher power.

Klaus: *swallows waffles and takes a really loud slurp of an orange juice and chocolate milk combo*

Klaus: Oh, and the library’s closed for renovations til, like, Christmas so you’re outta luck, sorry.

Diego: I thought you met god? Little girl on a bicycle?

Klaus: Her? Nah, only Satan’s got that much sass. Plus, that wasn’t heaven.

Diego: And you know this how?

Klaus: *squishes Diego’s face with both hands* Think about it. Do you really think dear ol’ dad’s in heaven?

Diego: Can you let of my face please?

#18: Bad Move, Buddy

Diego: Are you a pre-historic fossil? Cause you’re my missing link.

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you just call me old?

Diego, backing out of the room slowly: What? No! No of course not! No, obviously no, absolutely not -

Klaus: *releases savage war cry*

Diego: *runs for his goddamn life*

#19: I Rate This 0/10

Diego: Are you from Tennessee? Cause you’re the only -

Klaus: I don’t know where I’m from. I’m an orphan.

Diego: Oh… I know, baby -

Klaus: And the piece of shit that adopted me lived in New York anyway. We’re in New York right now actually. Do you need a geography lesson? I think Pogo’s got a map -

Diego: Klaus.

#20: Oh Shit

Diego: If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?

Klaus:

Klaus: *tears up* I’m nothing?

Diego: Oh no. No no no. No, baby, you’re not nothing, don’t cry, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I meant, baby - oh my god please don’t cry -

#21: You’ve Got Everything I’m Searching For

Diego: Is your name Google? Because -

Klaus: Diego. For the last time…

Klaus: My name is Kimberly Linda Aerealia Ulysses Saffron Hargreeves the Twenty-Fourth. I don’t know why I need to keep explaining this to you -

Diego, kissing him quiet: You’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?

#22: Don’t Make Bets You’ll Lose, Luther.

Diego: Luther bet me a hundred bucks I couldn’t talk to the prettiest person here. How do you wanna spend his money?

Klaus: Drugs.

Diego: Baby -

Klaus: *beams* Nah, I’m just kidding. Stuffed giraffes.

Diego: *grins* For Five?

Klaus: *nods* For Five.

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego: He’ll hate them.

Klaus: Exactly. Let’s go.

#23: Deja Vu

Diego: Have we met before?

Klaus: Yes. Obviously. Are you also high?

Diego: No -

Diego: Wait, you’re high?

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: No?

#24: Such An Optimist

Diego: Are you a time traveller?

Klaus: No, that’s Five.

Diego: Cause I think you’re my future!

Klaus: *stares blankly*

Diego: No? Nothing? Nada?

Klaus: In the future we’re all dead dipshit.

Klaus: Because. Ya know.

Klaus: THERE’S A FUCKING APOCALYPSE COMING.

Diego:

Diego: Okay then.

#25: Please Go To The Hospital.

Diego: Are you my appendix? Cause my stomach’s fluttering and I think I should take you out.

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you drink water from the fish tank again?

Diego: *turning green* Luther dared me to okay???!!!!

#26: Suicidal Tendencies

Diego: Hey gorgeous -

Klaus: Let me guess. I should drop dead?

Diego: What?! No! Baby -

#27: Infinitely On The Naughty List (And Not The Good Kind Of Naughty List (If There Is One I’m Asexual I Don’t Know))

Diego: Are you Santa Klaus? Cause you make all my wishes come true.

Klaus:

Klaus: You have five seconds to run.

Diego: *already two streets away* Fucking shit -

#28: You Can’t Use That Every Time We Have An Argument, Tony.

Diego: Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?

Klaus: I mean, there’s one in the corner of our living room right now, so I guess?

Diego:

Diego: *squeaks* You - you can see dinosaur ghosts?

Klaus: I mean, there’s a chance that thing Ben’s petting is just a super deformed ostrich, but yeah, I think so.

Diego:

Diego: *tearing up* That’s so cool.

#29: A Whole New Kind Of Thirst Trap

Diego: I’m thirsty. But guess whose body is 75% water?

Diego: *smirks*

Klaus: *frowns*

Klaus: Hold on, I know this one…

Diego: Klaus -

Klaus: *snaps fingers* Oh, I know! Luther!

Diego: *horrified* What the fuck Klaus why the fuck would you say that -

#30: What A Tragedy

Diego: You must be a campfire. Because you’re super hot and I want s’more.

Klaus:

Klaus: Diego sweetheart, you’re allergic to marshmallows.

Diego: *tearing up* I know.

Klaus: You wanna hug, baby?

Diego: *crying* Yes please.

#31: That Can’t Be Allowed

Diego: Don’t tell me if you want me to take you out to dinner. Just smile for yes, or do a backflip/somersault/counter-spin gymnastics combination for no.

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: *does a triple flip and lands perfectly on the top of the bar counter*

Diego: *turns bright red* That was h-h-hot.

Klaus: *beams and jumps down into Diego’s arms bridal-style*

Klaus: *kisses his cheek* I know, baby.

#32: Merry Christmas

Diego: You’re the reason Santa started the Naughty List.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: *pouts*

Klaus: No fair! He told me last week I was on the Nice List!

Diego: What? Klaus? What does that -

Diego: OH MY GOD KLAUS IS SANTA DEAD???!!!!

#33: I’ll Keep You Safe, Honey.

Diego: I lost my teddy bear. Will you sleep with me instead?

Klaus: *pulls out a stuffed tiger*

Klaus: He got lost in the kitchen. Don’t worry, I rescued him for you.

Diego: *takes soft tiger*

Diego: *voice cracks* Oh. Thanks.

Klaus: *kisses his forehead* You’re welcome, baby.

#34: Excuse Me?

Diego: The only thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name.

Klaus, internally: Shit. What if he finds out I stole like five of his knives and all of the cookies last week?

Klaus, externally: *blinks*

Klaus: Um… Stefonopolis?

#35: I Am Not Apologizing For This One

Diego: If you were a steak, you’d be well done.

Klaus: But I’m so unique…

Klaus: I talk to the dead, Diego.

Diego: Okay…?

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: So wouldn’t I be medium rare?

Ben: Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#36: Leonardo Da Vinci Was Arrested Multiple Times For Homosexual Activity.

Diego: Is this a museum? Cause you’re a work of art.

Klaus: *dancing to the soundtrack of High School Musical 3* Actually Five took me back to Italy once. Leonardo da Vinci and I had some fun.

Diego:

Diego: Oh my god. Seriously?

Diego: *looks up picture of Mona Lisa, now titled Mona Klausa*

Diego: How the fuck -

#37: Why Would You Say That Though

Diego: Am I sleepwalking? Cause I’ve only seen you in my dreams.

Klaus: *sitting on the counter and eating a donut in one bite* Are they dirty?

Luther: *chokes on a pickle*

Diego: Oh my god no -

Diego: Well sometimes -

Diego: I mean no of course not -

Luther: *praying to whoever’s up there to just kill him already*

#38: Be Safe Kids!

Diego: Can you hold this for me?

Klaus: Sweetie, you need to wash your hands.

#39: Apocalypse Averted!

Diego: If looks could kill, you’d be a weapon of mass destruction.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I thought that was Vanya.

Diego:

Diego, panicking: Holy shit Klaus you can’t just say things like that -

Vanya: *crying from laughter*

#40: Attractive

Diego: Do you swallow magnets? Because you’re -

Klaus: *shoves him up against the wall*

Klaus: How did you find out? Who told you? Was it Ben? I swear to god I’ll kill him -

Diego: *squeaks* What?

#41: First You’ve Gotta Propose Diego

Diego: Wouldn’t we look cute on a wedding cake together?

Klaus: Diego. Did you buy me a cake?

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: I’m waiting.

Diego: Right sir yes sir right away sir -

#42: He May Not Be A Kitten But He Is As Soft As One

Diego: If I followed you home, would you keep me?

Klaus: I’m homeless, Diego.

Diego: What? You are? Oh no, baby - you can come stay with me?

Klaus: *looks up from Disney Princess coloring book and raises an eyebrow* Is your bed available?

Diego, blushing: Ye-yeah, b-ba-baby. Whe-whenever you-u w-want.

Klaus: *smiles*

Klaus: *takes Diego’s hand*

Klaus: Okay.

Diego: *dies a little bit inside (in a good way)*

#43: It’s Just You.

Diego: Is it hot in here or is it just you?

Klaus, blushing: I -

Five: DIEGO. THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE. NOW IS NOT THE TIME.

#44: ‘Scuse Me, Mate?

Diego: You know, penguins mate for life. Wanna be my penguin?

Klaus: Eh. I’ve always been more of an iguana man.

Diego:

Diego: What?

#45: You Look Like… Antonio Banderas With The Long Hair.

Diego: How’s the most beautiful person in the world doing today?

Klaus: *buried in a Vogue magazine* I don’t know I’m not Antonio Banderas.

#46: What The Fuck Klaus

Diego: Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

Klaus: *hands him a Candyland board* Here. I stole it from Pogo.

#47: You Dumbass

Diego: I hate my last name. Can I borrow yours?

Klaus:

Klaus: We have the same last name, Diego.

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: Fuck you’re right -

#48: Okay But Diego Would Make A Great Aladdin Though

Diego: I’m not a genie, but I can still make your dreams come true.

Klaus: *wrinkles his nose*

Klaus: You can get me a pink elephant with jaundice?

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: What the fuck Klaus -

#49: HELLO

Diego: Is that a knife or are you just happy to see me?

Klaus: I don’t just have random knives on me Diego, I’m not you.

Diego: So you are happy to see me?

Klaus: I mean you just interrupted a very riveting episode of Sesame Street, so… we’ll see.

#50: It’s Always Best To Start With The Truth.

Diego: I love you.

Klaus: *beams* That’s all you had to say, darling.

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sgtduckybucky · 5 years

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The Unknown

Genre: Hurt/Comfort + Angst (?)

Warnings: SPOILERS

Word Count: 3212

A/N: The ending was rushed and makes no sense but so did the ending for endgame so. Also not proofread so be warned.

Y/F/N = Your Full Name

Y/N/N = Your Nickname

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Y/N, there’s hope.” There was a sense of urgency in Tony’s voice.

Almost all of the Avengers were gathered in your living room at your small house near the woods: Steve, Natasha, Clint, Rocket, Nebula and Scott.

You shook your head, interrupting whatever it was Tony was saying, “Don’t.”

Clint and Natasha shared a look while Tony watched as you got up from your couch and walked towards the dining table that had around twenty pots of various plants.

Steve patted Tony’s shoulder before walking closer to you, “Y/N,” he called your name softly, “I know that this is too much but we have to try.”

You snorted at the Captain, unbothered by the fact that he was older than you by at least 70 years, “Try? You think I haven’t been trying?” Steve could only look at you with sympathy.

“What do you think I’ve been doing the past five years?” You took turn into watching their expressions, “I’ve been trying to get them back.” You laughed humorously, “And I’ve failed. Multiple times.”

“How?” Scott asked as he observed the plants surrounding you.

You sighed, “I’ve gathered my father’s and everyone else’s particles to see if I could trace. If I could revive them maybe. Sounds insane, I know.”

“Not really.” Scott gave you a constipated look, “We’re trying to build a time machine.”

That seemed to catch your interest.

“So, we’re basically following the plot of Back to the future.” Scott and the rest of the time spent around an hour trying to explain their plan. To go back in time, collect the stones and undo Thano’s snap. It’s a big risk but it might work.

“Essentially.” Agreed Scott with a sheepish smile. Tony could only roll his eyes.

“I don’t know.” You sighed dejectedly. You’ve been trying so hard to find ways to bring everyone back. To bring back your father and…but it was impossible. This plan was crazy-

“Can’t be worse than trying to riving the dead through plants.” Snorted Clint, looking older than he actually was but he had a point.

“I’m in.”

“So you control plants?” Scott asked during the plane ride towards the city.

“I do.” You answered.

“But you’re allergic to every plant known to mankind?”

“That’s sweet irony for you, my friend.”

As Scott tried to process your abilities, you were reminded of a similar encounter you’ve had about seven years ago.

“I’m Peter Parker.” His bright smile added to his boyish charm as he extended his hand and introduced himself.

Your glasses slid through your nose as you were unable but to return his smile, “Y/F/N.” and accepted his handshake.

“Ms. F/N is studying bioengineering. She also happens to control plants even though she’s allergic to them.” Mr. Stark explained with a slight tone of amusement in his voice.

You rolled your eyes playfully but felt yourself blush at the look Peter was giving you, “That sounds so cool but also scary.”

You chuckled at his cuteness, “That’s irony for you my friend.”

“Alright, kids. Enough flirting. Time to work.” Tony tried so hard to mask his smirk at the massive blush covering your cheeks and Peter’s neck.

Working with Peter in Tony’s lab was wonderful. A friendship was born between the both of you as the protégés of Stark Industries. Mr. Stark unfortunately doesn’t let you on missions much but after the whole incident with Peter at his school, he decided to give it a shot.

“A monthly trial!” was what Tony had called it.

Every evening and night after Peter finished school, you would train combat skills for three hours with each other before he has to leave. It was fun trying with Peter. He was so full of positivity and energy that you couldn’t help but to try and keep up with him and be his equal.

“Mr. Stark tells me you don’t go to school.” Peter brought up one night after training and practically begging Mr. Stark and your father to let you go with him to some rundown Chinese restaurant.

“I can’t. Almost everything could kill me.” You explained. You looked down at your glove covered hands.

“Then how are you out here…with me?” he added hesitantly.

You smiled at him, “I have to take these shots every time I leave the house to protect me from the pollen but they only last two hours. The reason my dad started working for Stark was to find a way for me to overcome my energies. We haven’t found a cure yet but we’re trying to change the formula of the shots so that it could at least last me 24 hours.”

Peter nodded his head in sympathy, “Must be rough.” His hand shyly rested upon yours, making you blush and avert your gaze.

“Not anymore.”

“Y/N.” Mr. Stark spoke up as everyone dressed in their suits, “If this doesn’t work.”

“I know.” You smiled reassuringly at her, “I’ll let Mrs. Stark now.”

“You, rascal.” Tony chuckled at your cheekiness.

“Now remember, Y/N. Your job is to make sure that the universe hasn’t altered. Keep an eye out for any changes.” Mr. Rogers instructed.

You tried not to roll your eyes. You weren’t that fifteen-year-old anymore. You were twenty years old and a functioning adult, “I will.” You said instead.

He saluted at you before vanishing with the rest of the Avengers.

The past five years have been agonizing for you. With your dad and Peter gone thanks to Thanos’ snap, you felt hopeless. You fell into a spiral of depression and guilt after successfully blaming yourself.

If only I wasn’t so useless. If only if I could use my powers without killing myself. I wish…

For a year you repeated the same cycle of depression, wishing and hoping that you had the opportunity to protect everyone you loved.

It was when you were looking at the many pictures of you, Peter and your father when you decided that enough was enough.

In a random burst of adrenaline, you snatched your hoodie and put on some pants and walked to the front door.

You spent hours trying to improve your abilities. Controlling the trees so that you can use their branches as weapons, use the ground to erupt and sprout vines in any area. But your allergies always stood in the way and one time, you almost died trying perfect your skills. Had it not been for the emergency shot you had in your pocket, you surely would’ve died.

So instead, you spent the next two years working on your father’s experiment. Enhancing the shot so that it could last for 24 hours and allowing you direct intact with the planets so that you could use your powers.

Finally, after years of studies and failed experiment, you were able to enhance the shot. You have to inject the bright green liquid at the back of your neck, right were your spine held your skull, for it to work properly. It was painful but it was the only way.

After that, training was easy. The next two years flew by and you were able to improve both your combat skills and your super powers. It felt good to be this powerful. To feel a sense of usefulness. It gave you hope. Which was why you tried for a cure, a way to bring everyone back. To bring Peter and your dad back into your life.

A loud pop brought you out of your thoughts.

The Avengers were exactly where they were before left just an hour ago. “Did it work?” you ask as everyone removed their helmets.

“I think it did.” Bruce replied absent minded as he watched everyone open their hands to reveal the shiny stones.

“Where’s, Nat?” the green giant asked.

Clint looked away and you knew exactly what it meant.

“Clint?” Bruce called out again, “Where’s Nat?”

Hawkeye could only shake his head.

There was tension in the room. Bruce was on edge and Clint was full of regret but there was no time to fully mourn. You had to carry out the plan.

Once Mr. Stark fully shield the room, he gave the signal to Bruce to put on the glove, “It’s all you.” He said but you knew he meant ‘Be careful.’

Bruce nodded his head and slid the glove on. His face contorted in pain as he let out painful screams while his gloved hand lit up.

“Take it off, take it off!” Shouted Thor somewhere around the room. Your eyes were glued to the glowing gloves, praying with all your heart for it to work. Bruce finally snapped his fingers before quickly shoving the glove off of him and falling to his knees. You pushed the gauntlet away while everyone checked to make sure was alive.

The shields lifted up just as Bruce let out a groan, indicating that he was alive.

“Did it work?” Tony asked, failing to mask the slight hysterics in his voice.

In your peripheral vision, you watched Scott leaving the room.

A sudden buzzing noise made you jumped. No one reacted to it except for Clint as he walked towards the desk, shoulders tensed.

“Honey?” he breathed out once he answered the call.

You could faintly hear his wife’s voice on the other end and your shoulders slugged in relief. You were about to announce your success when you noticed something.

“Where’s Nebul-”

A loud explosion occurred and the whole building collapsed.

When you regained continuousness, the entire building had come down and you were buried under it. You forcefully pushed some of the rubble with a painful shout. You then placed your hand on the ground and commanded for it raise up and bring you upwards.

The sight that greeted you was frightening.

It was like the end of the world had just happened. The sky was black. Most of the trees were dead. And a large spaceship was in the middle of it all.

“What’s he doing?” You heard Steve ask Thor.

“Nothing. He’s been doing nothing.”

You assumed the figure sitting in the middle was Thanos. Fit the description; huge, purple and ugly looking.

“You know this is a trap.” It wasn’t to be a question. It was an obvious statement.

“Yup.” Replied Tony nonetheless.

“I don’t care.” Steve held his shield closer.

“Me neither.” You added, feeling the ground rumbling by your power beneath you.

The battle was intense but you couldn’t give up. You were all so close. If Clint’s wife was back, then surely everyone else was too. But, there was no sign of them and there was an army of aliens. There’s no way you could all defeat them so easily.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came of you and you recognized the flying object as Falcon. Multiple portals began opening up and you watched as the Black Panther walk through, followed by a large army from Wakanda as they let out a loud battle cry.

And almost instantly, you heard the telltale sound of webs slinging. You whipped your head around and watched as Spider-Man zoom by you and land just a couple of feet in front of you, right where the Black Panther was standing.

“Peter.” You breathed, eyes stinging with unshed tears as your lips stretched into a smile of relief. Peter was here. He was alive.

There was no time for you to rejoice, though. There’s a war to be fought and lives to be protected.

“Avengers!” Steve shouted, “Assemble.”

The fight was long and exhausting.

It was difficult to fight an army of aliens with little plant life but you managed as best of you could. Several times you watched as Peter swung by and kill the aliens that came close to you. You couldn’t talk but that’s ok. Knowing that he has your back was more than enough.

“Peter!” You screamed after falling painfully down to the ground where Mjolnir landed. You wanted to run towards him to see if he was ok but you were surrounded by a large number of aliens. You fought as best as you could, summoning the grounds to swallow them up and using some of the roots underground to fling them away from you. Once you’ve defeated them all, you managed to run towards Peter.

A sudden glowing figure was descending where Peter lay on the ground so you ran with all of your might.

“Nice to meet you, Peter Parker.” You heard a woman’s voice say, “You have something for me?”

“Peter!” the two figures standing just a few feet in front of you turned to your direction.

“Y/N?” And Peter was engulfed in a hug, your arms tightening around him, “I thought I lost you.” You whispered.

“You didn’t.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you pull back, “The glove?” the woman with short hair reminded Peter. He quickly handed to her, “How are you going fight him alone.”

“She won’t.” You spoke, your arm still around Peter’s waist. Suddenly, you were surrounded by Wakandans, a female looking alien, the scarlet witch and Pepper.

“We got her back.” One of the women from Wakanda added, making the short haired woman smile in gratitude.

You hugged Peter one more time before following the women.

It was finally over. The war was won but a great price. You fell to your knees as you watched Tony Stark, a man who has helped both you and your father and became very important in your life, struggle to catch his last breathes.

“Mr. Stark?” You chocked out, “Please.”

“We won Mr. Stark. Please. Mr. Stark,” Peter was in disbelief as he tried and failed to have Tony’s attention. He would’ve clung to him till the very end had it not been for Pepper to pull him off and push him into your arms where you held him tightly as he cried. Body jerking with each sob.

The aftermath of the war took its toll on everyone.

Many rejoiced with their loved ones and you got to witness the world reviving, it was magical almost. But that did nothing to your aching heart as you stood with everyone at Tony Stark’s funeral. Everyone who had known the man was there, mourning the loss of one of the greatest heroes the world has witnessed.

“It’s going to be ok.” Your father whispered as he pecked your temple, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You didn’t say anything. It was too difficult to speak without crying.

“So you grew up.” A small smile formed on your lips at the familiar voice coming from behind you. You were currently standing in the patio of Tony’s house while everyone went inside to eat and drink. Not feeling in the mood for anything, you excused yourself for fresh air and watch the leaves move through the wind. It was soothing.

“I have.”

Peter’s smaller and shorter frame stood next to you, watching whatever it was that you were watching, “Where does that leave us?”

Where indeed.

There was no denying that there was some attraction during the years spent working with Tony. The sneaky glances, the shy smiles and the hesitant were a secret to no one except for you. If things with Thanos hadn’t happened, Peter would’ve been the same age as you. Things would be normal where you could grow old together and maybe, just maybe, be more than friends.

“I don’t know.”

Peter nodded his head.

“Call you in five years?” he asked hopefully, making you snort at his words.

“I don’t know; you’d be too young for me. Need myself an older man.” You playfully teased as Peter joined in with your laughter.

“I wish…”

“Don’t” You turned to face Peter, nose red and tears brimming your eyes, “What’s done is done and we can’t undo it.”

“But I love you.” Peter pleaded.

“I know.” You smiled through your tears, “I love you too.”

Being back in school was strange for Peter. He got to reunite with Ned and Michelle retell the tale of the adventures he’d been through but what’s the point when the only person who came so close to being a father figure in his life has died? What’s the point returning to normalcy?

“Alright, class. Settle down.” Mr. Grey the English teacher spoke over the loud chatter.

“With all that we’ve been through, let’s start our lives fresh and not waste this second chance we’ve been given. I hope that you’ll do many great things.” He smiled at his students, “Now, I’d like to introduce you to our new student. It’s her first time being in a school so go easy on her.”

Excited chatter filled the room as they waited for the new student to enter the classroom but Peter blocked them all out as he rested his head on the desk and stared out the window, dreaming of an alternative ending.

“Hi. I’m Y/F/N but you can call me Y/N/N.”

Peter’s head snapped upwards and his eyes grow wide once they landed on you. You looked…younger. How is that even possible?

You smiled at Peter as Mr. Grey scanned the room for you, “Peter Parker?” he called out. Ned had to smack Peter for him to raise his hand, “You’ll be neighbors with Y/N. Play nice.”

“What are you doing here?” Peter asked once everyone was out the classroom after Mr. Grey ended his lesson.

“Attending school like every other teenager?”

Peter tried not to groan in frustration, “No, I mean. How are you…You’re young. You’re 15 again. How?”

Seeing Peter freaking out was nothing new but you did take pity on him.

“Captain America went back in time and never came back as planned. He grew old and lived his life. It gave me an idea so I asked Mr. Banner if I could do the same.” You calmly explained as you walked through the hallways.

“But,” Peter stuttered, “How did you become young?”

“Apparently, during Ant-Man’s experiment with time travel, he was able age up and de-age. I asked him to do the same for me and it took me a couple of times but I finally de-aged 5 years of my life and time traveled to the weekend after Mr. Stark’s funeral.”

You still had the mind of a 20-year-old but it wasn’t mature, you didn’t get to experience life and grow properly. Your mind had one goal and it was to bring everyone back. The emotional and mental development weren’t part of it.

“I’m so lost.” Peter stated quietly, “So you back to the future-ed yourself basically? Is that what you’re saying?”

You laughed loudly, “More or less.”

“Wow.”

“Hey,” You bumped his shoulder, “There are aliens and people living in space that don’t age at all. I’m just part of the family.”

Peter chuckled, “I almost miss the simple times before I became Spider-Man where things were normal.”

Time travel was a dangerous thing; Peter knows that for sure. He had been tempted to build a time machine, just to see if it could be possible, but the huge responsibility prevented him from that. But, he was glad that it was possible because, now, one more very important was back in his life at the right time and the right place.

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Time is weird, so is science

AuN: YEAH! HI! Today didn’t forget I was posting today (I did...) Uh, so here! Warnings: crying, shouting, swearing, small injuries, mistaken relationship (??) Word count: 5110 Summary: Logan sighed. He had been at this for a few days straight, often forgetting to eat unless someone reminded him. He was only doing this so the other scientists would stop laughing at his theories during meetings. BOOM! A large crack appeared in the middle of the room. “Holy sh—” He was cut off by a deafening screech as he was sucked through this… bizarre thing, and to the other side. Can Logan perfect his theory and make it back? @ts-storytime Lovely artist: @logicallycorrected Beautiful beta: @nottodaylogic

Logan

The lab was grey in the darkness, white tables were barely visible under the mixture of tattered paper and lab tubes, stained every colour of the rainbow. The only noise was the loud pulse of Logan’s heartbeat. ‘Of course, I just had to try and do THIS, this impossible feat never before conquered by ANYONE.’

Logan sighed. He had been at this for a few days straight, often forgetting to eat unless someone reminded him. He was only doing this so the other scientists would stop laughing at his theories during meetings. Logan ran his fingers, warm with rapidly moving blood, through his hair as he tried to calm himself from the stress and anger he was feeling. “Okay, okay. Maybe if I try the, hmm, and this.” He picked up a red tube and added it to his concoction.

BOOM! A large crack appeared in the middle of the room. “Holy sh—”

He was cut off by a deafening screech as he was sucked through this… bizarre thing, and to the other side.

He was blinded by the brightest light he’d seen in a long time. After spending days in the lab alone with little to no sunlight it was almost a new sensation on his body. He paused as his eyes came into focus. A cold rush of air blew up into his face followed by the smell of fresh bread, whirling into his face.

Roman

Roman awoke with a start and rubbed his eyes. He immediately donned the clothes he had prepared last night, a light suit with tattered patches. The white shirt had a slightly torn, pointed collar hanging over his rough red tie. He stretched and put a hand over his mouth. As he turned to face the door to the hall, he almost screamed at the sight in the mirror hanging on the door frame.

“My hair! I can’t show up to work like this.” Roman reached for the brush and started carefully styling his hair into a wave-like style, almost floating above his head.

Despite the close call, once he actually got to work, it actually started off as a pretty normal day for Roman. He had a few annoying customers at the bank, but it was a fairly slow day anyway. He was on his way back home when he saw a large flash of light and a man appeared. Out of nowhere.

A man with dark brown hair wearing a long white… was it a robe? “What just happened, who are you and what ARE you wearing?”

There were a few shops around, mostly cafes (probably where the bread smell is coming from, I wonder how much it would cost, it smells so good) and others of the sort. There were some people around, but none had seemed to notice the sudden appearance.

“Salutations. My name is Logan. I’m not sure where I am, do you know?”

“Umm, we’re in New York. What happened with the weird light and the—well, you?”

“I believe I have time travelled to the past or the present in your case. May I ask what the year is?”

“Finally something interesting! Oh, It's like May in 1927.”

Logan's eyes widened as he came to a sudden realisation.

“Something wrong? You look a bit tense.”

“I went back 90 years. Oh, something’s wrong. I knew what I was doing but I didn't think it was entirely possible. My colleagues are going to be so worried.” More to himself than anything, he added, “They might steal my work. I need to get back.”

“You’re from 90 YEARS IN THE FUTURE?!” Roman grabbed me Logan’s hand and ran to his house just down the street, slamming the door behind him when they entered. “So, first things first, am I like a big deal in the future?”

“Really, that's your first question.” Logan rolled his eyes when it seemed Roman was entirely serious. “Sigh. I honestly don’t know, I didn’t get out much.”

“Okay, did you just say sigh?” Logan just stared blankly at Roman until he continued. “Next up, how are we getting you back to your time?”

“We? I was planning to do this alone so there are no...” He looked Roman up and down. “Complications.”

“Ugh, rude. I know my way around here I can help and I’m pretty sure you don’t own a house ninety years in the past. Please let me help! My life is soooooo boring.” Roman shook Logan, begging the other to let him help.

“Fine.”

Over the next few hours, Logan started explaining what he needed to get back. Roman barely understood half of what Logan was saying, understandably as one was a scientist and the other was not. Soon it was 10 pm and they were both very tired from the previous events, so Logan borrowed some of Romans pyjamas and they both fell asleep, Logan on the sofa and Roman in his bed.

The next day was a Saturday so Logan and Roman had plenty of time to gather everything they needed. It was only a matter of making the concoction and getting back to Logan’s own time.

It had reached November by the time they had finished it. The potion swirled with oranges and yellows practically glowing, even in the light.

“We almost did it, oh yeah!” Roman started dancing wildly around the once clean room, now covered in different shades of the rainbow as the light shone through the tubes.

“We’ve almost done it. And be careful, you’re going to knock over my hard work.”

“Rude, we did this together.”

“I did most of it though. Changing the subject, I just need to figure out what to put in to go forward to my time.”

“Ooh, ooh, try the red thingy! It looks really cool.”

“NO!” Roman stepped back in shock. “Sorry for raising my voice but that’s how I got here in the first place. I’ll use this one instead.” Logan grabbed a tube filled with light blue and purple and poured it into the mixture. A sudden flash of light later and both Roman and Logan were somewhere new, sweating in the immense heat that had just blasted into them.

Patton and Virgil

Virgil awoke to the smell of honey and warm bread. “Nooooo, it’s too early,” he whispered.

“Oh, hey Virge, you’re up… kinda.” Patton shook Virgil gently. “Come on it's already 9, you have to do your duties.” A slight chuckle came from Patton.

“Ha, ha very funny.” Virgil rolled over and yawned. “You know how much I hate this.” Virgil started to get dressed into his tattered linen clothes; he was often pressured into getting something more princely but always refused.

He looked around the room. It was bare apart from a few paintings of the family and the two beds, one that Patton had decorated with teddy bears he had gotten over the years. Their mum always looked so elegant in the paintings, however, their dad looked annoyed with having to stay in the same position for so long that he almost looked like a teenager annoyed at his parents.

“Yeah, I know but you have to get ready to become the pharaoh sooner or later, so either way it’s going to happen.” Virgil frowned a bit at that “Okay, we need to go to breakfast. You coming?”

“Fine, fine.” Virgil and Patton left the room together trying to navigate the twists and turns of the temple. The walls smelt earthy and were covered in ornate golden swirls.

As they entered the dining room the servants escorted them to their cushioned seats and served them sweet honey bread and delicate meats. Virgil just played with his food as his parents dragged on about him being late for breakfast and what duties he had.

“Please stop playing with your food and actually eat it,” His mother sighed.

“Whatever, mum.” Virgil stood up and started walking out of the room.

“Get back here, we haven’t finished this conversation.” Virgil paused and turned back toward his family, leaning on the door frame, knowing if he didn’t finish this conversation now, he would have to later. Virgil had heard this lecture a hundred times, so he already knew what was coming.

“You know we love you, but you have to start taking your duties seriously if you want to be a good pharaoh and stop leaning on the walls you’re going to ruin your clothes.” Virgil mouthed the words simultaneously with his mother.

Patton wasn’t paying attention to the conversation instead choosing to focus more on his food.

“I’m gonna go now. Bye.” Virgil left and tried to politely wave off the servants trying to escort him to his lessons. Patton stopped eating and ran off to Virgil. “I’m fine Pat,” Virgil insisted before Patton could ask.

“I know you’re not. Come on, I hate it when you, mum and dad fight.”

“Didn’t count as a fight Pat. Just a disagreement.”

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’m not gonna make my special dessert tonight.” Virgil groaned and crossed his arms slightly curling in on himself, pouting. Patton just giggled. “Viiirge, Virgyyy, Virrrge.” Patton poked Virgil as he dramatically whined. “Oh, no. Have I upset my prince, talk to me, brother!”

“My prince?” Virgil chuckled.

“Yay! Words from my dark strange son!”

“We’re brothers, you are not my dad, you’re, like, less than a year younger than me.”

They walked the rest of the way chuckling as Patton mimicked his parents in an attempt to keep Virgil’s spirits up. Virgil was very prone to anxiety, stress and guilt and Patton often helped him find coping mechanisms or just keeping him happy.

The main lesson today was camel riding (they were better in the sweltering heat than horses). Virgil hated it, he always fell off at least once, Patton, however, could ride for days without falling. He loved all animals, even if he was allergic to some of them.

Virgil could only last in the heat for four hours before he had to go inside or risk heatstroke. Patton could last a little bit longer before he needed to go inside too.

It had been yet another unsuccessful camel riding lesson for Virgil, earning him a record-breaking seven times falling off in various fashions. He now had several bruises and a small scratch on his elbow. After swatting off Patton, insisting he was fine, Virgil walked most of the way to the throne room before a large flash of light and the sudden appearance of two men he’d never seen before.

Virgil swore very loudly. “Osiris help me. What happened? Give me a minute.” Virgil panted, leaning one hand against the wall as support. Roman and Logan looked at each other with looks of confusion and worry. This was not where they were supposed to be. “Okay, okay, I’m good now. Now onto the matter at hand. WHO ARE YOU!?”

“Stop shouting, you’ll draw attention to us.” Roman stage whispered as Logan glanced around the hall to make sure there were no other people.

“We’re good.” Logan whispered to Roman as he started heading towards the room closest to them, yanking a now worried Virgil behind him.

“LET GO OF ME!” Virgil tugged his arm back once in the room. luckily, the room they entered was just a spare bedroom. “Who are you, I’ll get the guards.”

“Good luck getting out of this room.” Roman moved in front of the door.

“Okay, I’m sure we can talk about this. Roman lower your protective stance, there’s not much point guarding the door.”

“How do we know we can trust him, hmm?” Roman said not moving.

“Because, clearly, he’s afraid. Look at him. It’s not like he could do anything anyway.”

Virgil looked annoyed. “Don’t underestimate me.”

“See, he’s threatening us right now!”

“Sorry about him.” Logan gestured towards Roman.

“Hey.”

“Roman, stop whining. May I know your name?”

“Only if you tell me yours.”

“I’m Logan and, as I believe I said earlier, this is Roman.” Logan said indicating whom he was talking about.

Don’t trust anyone. especially with your identity These words rattled around Virgils head, his father had told him this ages ago and it had always stuck with him.

“Okay. I’m…. Anxiety.”

“Huh, that’s a weird name.”

Logan sighed. “Roman, shut up. We need to know what the date is, if you would be so kind?”

Virgil furrowed his brow. “1557, I think.” Logan stared at Virgil, eyes wide in worry.

“We only went back a few hundred years, and we already know all of the stuff we need so why do you look so worried?”

“I don’t think we just went back a few hundred years’. Ancient Egypt was in the B.C’s which means we went back over a thousand years. We might not have the stuff available to fix this.” Logan’s eyes started leaking tears. “I’m never going to be able to go home. I never told my family I loved them and now I’m going to be stuck here forever or die!” Roman was shook. He, in the few months he’d known Logan, had never seen Logan cry.

Virgil shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “I can get him some support if you let me leave. I know a person who is amazing at feelings and that stuff. Let me get some help.”

Roman nodded and moved to a dusty bed, his own mind was racing now with similar thoughts. When Virgil returned he now saw Roman crying too.

“Okay, Pat, do your thing.” Patton nodded and lifted Logan to the bed so he could hug both of them. He let them cry on him until their tear ducts were empty. Logan stood up after removing himself from the hug, adjusted his tie and wiped his eyes.

“Sorry for that.”

“Why are you apologizing kiddo?”

“I caused an inconvenience.”

Roman finally stood up too and fixed his clothing. “You never cry. To be honest I was starting to think you were a machine. Good to know you have emotions.” Logan jokingly scoffed, he was kind of used to it at this point.

“You not going to introduce me to your friends, kiddo?” Patton turned towards Virgil.

“Patton, meet Logan and Roman. Logan, Roman, meet Patton. My brother.”

“Salutations.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “Apologies, Patton, Anxiety. But we must be going if we are to return to our own time..s.”

“Where are you going to sleep? What are you going to eat? I can’t let my kiddos starve.”

“Kiddos?” Logan stared at Patton, ignoring the questions for the time being. “I am unfamiliar with this term.”

“Don't tell me the word kiddo doesn't exist in the future!”

Logan shrugged, “I’m not sure. I’ve never heard it before but I didn’t, as they say, ‘get out much’.”

“Me neither. The outside world is much too scary.” Virgil shuddered.

“Not so much scary as annoying. And I had no friends to go anywhere with.”

“That’s so sad!” Patton hugs a very awkward Logan.

“Shouldn’t have told him that…” Virgil mutters, not making any move to help Logan. “Well, you’re my friend now, and I will help you get home. but you’re staying with me.” Logan tries to dislodge himself from the hug, but fails.

“There isn’t much point in friendship, I’d rather not.”

“Too bad! We’re friends now and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Logan sighs and accepts his fate.

Patton releases Logan. “You kiddos feeling better?” Roman nods and Logan regains his neutral expression.

“Yes.”

The next week isn’t completely without its troubles. They almost get caught several times and Virgil returns to the room they agreed to meet at to work on the project, groaning and refusing to help sometimes after arguments with his parents. By the time the week has ended they have gathered all the things they need. Logan sits, trying to concentrate on the potion as Roman sings loudly and Patton makes jokes in the background. He almost drops the vial he was holding when Roman belts out a note. “Shut up!”

Everyone freezes. “I’m trying to get us back to our times and your loud, annoying displays aren’t helping! I want to go home…” Patton steps closer as Logan sniffles, even if he was ignored back then, at least he was happy. He had a family, and a nice home and a cat that made sure he was taking care of himself. Emile...he missed Emile so much, that special tabby cat…

Logan felt tears prick at his eyes. “what if we never get home?..” The dam broke as Logan sobbed into his arms. “Aw, kiddo...you’re going to get home. I know you will!”

“But I might not… I should have just listened to them when they said I wasn’t good enough..”

“Who said that?! I will destroy them!!” Roman grabs a pen Logan had on the table and holds it as if it were a weapon.

Logan takes his pen back. “Careful, you’re not a professional in murder.”

“.....” the whole group falls silent as they stare at Logan. “and you are?...”

Logan shrugs. “I’ve read books, hurt a few people.”

They stare in disbelief at him. “That’s interesting..”

“Self defense is important and now I can be either FBI or an assassin when I’m done with my current career.”

“What’s an FBI?”

“Federal Bureau of Investigation.” The three pretend to have understood that with small nods and noises of agreement. Logan isn’t falling for any of it but he’s going to ignore it as these people won’t ever see it. “Can we just try to get back to our own times?”

“I guess, but I’m gonna miss you kiddo’s.” Logan nods in agreement, sighing quietly as he picks back up the concoction and the dark blue vial. “I guess we should say goodbye before I do this?”

Virgil doesn’t speak, not wanting to say goodbye, and hugs Logan gently instead before walking over to Roman and hugging him too. Patton did the same and Logan did nothing, not wanting to drop the important liquids he was holding. Roman, in true Roman style, sang a goodbye song before Logan poured the blue into the mixture of swirling colours.The rift reopened and sucked Logan in.

Back to the future

He smiled widely as he looked around at the lab only for his jaw to drop at the sight of tunic clad Patton and Virgil and suit covered Roman to be standing there to. Logan dropped is head into his hands, sighing. “Do I have to do this again?..”

“What’s wrong with being around me?” Roman swoops his hair back, smiling. “Although, this isn’t my home..” He looks around confused as Patton hums and opens the blinds. Logan looks up, hissing at the sudden light only to freeze at the floating cars outside.

Virgil starts shaking, new place, cold place, no. Need to leave, not safe. Roman picks up Virgil, who’d fallen to the floor, and holds him to his chest, letting the other listen to his steady heartbeat as Virgil slowly calms down.

“Where are we?”

“I believe we have gone too far in time, into the future.” Logan pushes up his glasses, acting calm. Patton giggles and claps. “That’s so weird! I think it’s cool too though. What are those?” He points the the hovering vehicles outside.

“Updated cars.” Logan fixes his tie and smiles as Emile, the cat, walks into the lab. He’s older than he used to be, but still has the same kind presence as he brushes up against Logan’s leg, who leans down and picks him up in response.

Patton walks over, about to pet the cat before Virgil jumps off Roman and stands in front of him. “No, Pat. No. You can’t.” Patton sighs and pouts.

“Pwease!” Virgil shakes his head.

“Fine, then can we find some doggo’s to pet?” Patton perks up at the thought.

Logan puts Emile back down after nuzzling him and nods. “Emi can stay here, he knows how to look after himself anyway.” He starts walking out of the lab, to the outside with Roman, Patton and Virgil following.

Logan looks around, admiring the faster technology. Patton just looks around for dogs with Virgil. Roman put his arm on Logan’s shoulder. “So, you gonna show us what this is or not?”

Logan is about to respond, only to be frozen at a sudden shout of his name by a complete stranger. The whole crowd of people look over and suddenly Logan and his friends are surrounded as they try to get him away. “WHAT THE HELL!?!” Logan clings to Roman and Patton who try to pull him back into the lab with Virgil shaking at the loud screams and cheers.

Virgil is the first to get back inside, followed by Logan, then Roman and Patton who shut the doors quickly. Logan’s shirt is ruffled, with his collar half and tie loose. His hair is a big mess, fluffing out all over the place, with his glasses lopsided. “What the hell..” Logan quickly fixes his glasses, shirt and tie before searching for a mirror, only to be handed one by Roman. Of course he always carries a mirror on him.

Logan fixes his hair, pushing it back to its previous position before giving the mirror back and closing the blinds on the large crowd. “Heckity heck, five abs and one peck.” Roman sighs, shaking his head slightly.

“What?” Logan stares at Roman in confusion.

“Oh it’s just something I use to make sure everyone else is as confused as me.” Roman shrugged slightly. “Where is the light? It’s dark.”

Logan sighs and snaps his fingers to create a sudden glow from all the corners and centre of the room. “A little trick I designed years ago.” He walks over to one of the glowing things to show it’s a mini aquarium filled with tiny sharks, all glowing in the dark.

Patton’s excited squeal was expected as he rushed over to one of the tanks and sat down, watching them move about in the water. “Pwetty...” Virgil sits by Patton and leans on him, calming down from the panic the crowd caused.

Roman hums looking around. “Hey, Lo. Did we stand out because of the weird clothes they were all wearing and we aren’t?”

Logan freezes for a moment before nodding. “That could be it, however I did hear someone ask ‘how does it feel to be famous for inventing time travel?’ so I may very well draw a lot of attention just by being me.” He sighs and walks over to a draw in the corner of the room before throwing a white button up shirt, red jacket and black jeans. “Put those on.”

“Hey!” Roman caught them and went to throw something back at Logan before realising he had no idea what any of this did, so he probably shouldn’t throw anything around.

Logan walked over to Patton and Virgil, after some consideration and handed them a pair of jeans each, a ripped shirt, a polo, a grey cardigan and an oversized hoodie. Logan made it a point to have extra of his outfits, as well as anything anyone else might need.

Patton and Virgil got changed in one corner while Roman got changed in another, Logan looking away to give them all privacy. They took a while, not used to this kind of clothing, but when they were finally dressed the outfits suited them well. Virgil was able to hide into the hoodie, Patton was in a bright blue that perfectly fit his personality and Roman was checking himself out in his mirror.

Logan rolled his eyes and peeked through the blinds to see if the crowd had left. They hadn’t, of course. Logan sighs and walks out past the lab and into a smaller room, grabbing a bowl and some cereal. “We might be stuck here for a while.” He sighs quietly and makes the cereal before eating it and closing his eyes to think.

If you knew Logan well, and these three did, you would know there are only 2 times Logan’s eyes are closed for more than needed. Reason one: He’s asleep or, reason two: He’s thinking. He’s thinking so much the rest of the world isn’t there.

Patton skips around the lab, waiting for Logan to come back so he can see what he’s allowed to do. He takes a while, he usually does, before walking back into the lab, smiling. “Pat and Ro, can you go out the front and say I’ve left? Virge, follow me.” He smirks and takes Virgil’s hand without an explanation before leading him down, past the smaller room, down a hallway and into a secret passage.

Roman and Patton were confused but went outside anyway, once the other two had left. “I’m sorry but Lo..gan left! You can all leave now!” Patton smiles softly as he speaks. “How do we know you’re not lying? You are his boyfriends, you two and the dark one.”

Roman stifled giggles before bursting into laughter. “You think I’m dating that nerd! No, no, no, no, no, he’s aro and definitely not my type.” Patton laughs along, nodding. “I’m not even a boy! I can’t be dating Ro!”

“You’re not?” Patton freezes and gulps, shaking his head as the crowd disappeared to them both. “I’m not really any gender...I don’t know if there’s a word for it though..” Roman nods slightly, jumping at the sudden shout of “Non-binary” from the crowd. Someone stepped forward, a smaller person following behind. The first wore an orange beanie and the other wore makeup. “Joan.” The first one said. “I go by they/them and I’m non-binary.”

The second speaks up, even if it’s quieter. “I’m Tayln, also a they/them nb.” Patton froze, starting to smile. “Non-binary? So not a boy or girl?..” Talyn and Joan nod as Patton starts clapping, the crowd mostly gone. “Non-binary! That’s me! I’m that!”

Roman smiles at his happy, bouncing cardigan clad friend. “So, are you gonna go by they/them too?” Patton shakes his head.

“I like he/him.” Roman nods slightly and lightly pats Patton’s back. “Glad you found who you are.”

Patton hums as he walks around outside, too happy to remember what the next step was. He skips straight into Logan anyway, smiling, Roman close behind. “Logie! I found it out!” Logan is confused as he sighs, Virgil’s hiding behind him but he comes out when he sees Patton. “What?”

“Non-binary! I’m non-binary!” Patton jumped around, making Virgil smile slightly. It’s a rare thing, but that just makes it more beautiful. “Oh, are you changing your pronouns then?”

“What?”

“He/him, she/her, they/them, xe/xir. They’re all pronouns.” Logan sighs quietly, letting a slight smile slip. All of them liked seeing Patton happy and they would protect him at all costs. “Oh. No, I’m still a he/him, I just don’t get the whole gender thingy.” They all nod. “Great..” Virgil hugs Patton quickly before looking away and catching sight of a grocery store. “What’s that?”

Logan looks over. “Why don’t I show you?” He takes a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and puts them on, placing his normal glasses into his pocket (but he can still see and it is baffling the others), loosening his tie and putting on a leather jacket he’d grabbed on his way out. “This is uncomfortable.” He sighs and walks across the street and into the store, getting a few looks but no one seemed to notice him.

Virgil hid in his new hoodie as they walked, Patton skipping alongside and Roman humming. Logan looked around the store, smiling widely once he found the crofters. “Oh thank the gods, they still have crofters.” He looks across the labels and freezes. “and they have one named after me..” He picks up a flavour named ‘Logans berry’ and drops it in the shopping basket he’d grabbed on the way in.

Virgil and Patton had disappeared, distracted by a small section with fluffy animals in bright or dark colours. Roman sighs and takes Logan’s hand, dragging him along to the others. Virgil was hugging a black bat while Patton was holding a puppy teddy close. “Can we get them? Please!!”

Logan nods, who can deny Patton’s perfect puppy dog eyes next to a puppy teddy? He just hopes he has enough money as he gets the usual things he’d get to last the week only four times as much as now he had four people to look after instead of just himself. Roman, Patton and Virgil were looking around in wonder. Patton and Virgil had never seen a light or a wall like the ones they had. Roman was mainly checking himself out in every reflective surface he could find.

Logan sighs as he takes Patton’s hand, who was holding Virgil’s hand, and starts walking over to the cashier to pay, leaving Roman to fend for himself. He swipes his credit card, only to freezes and try to cover the name showing up on the screen. “Are you really?! Oh my gosh! I’m such a big fan!”

Logan groans quietly. “I’ll do anything, just shut up. You’re going to draw attention.” Virgil hugs his new black bat teddy close, smiling softly.

The cashier nods slightly and takes out some paper, holding it and a pen out to Logan. “Can I get an autograph?” Logan rolls his eyes as he does what the person asked and gives them back their things before leaving, Roman finally noticing the others weren’t around any more and following them out.

Logan sighs quietly and rushes back to the lab with the others. “I need to change that…” Virgil never lets go of the bat, always nuzzling or flying it around. It’s like he’s getting the childhood he was never able to have. “Change what, kiddo?”

“My card shows my name and I don’t want...that to happen again.” Logan says, referencing the crowd situation as he puts the food away and gets some water and cat food out for Emile, petting him gently as he walks over to eat. Patton nods slightly, smiling at Virgil.

Roman smiles at the little squeaks and bleps Virgil does as he flies the bat around. Logan takes out his phone and starts videoing it, saving it so they can all smile and have a happy memory to look on in the future. The future’s future…

Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

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