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crankynewt · 3 years

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Back to the Future - Chapter Three

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Summary: As you begin to remember who you and Peter really are, the truth of WestView is revealed as you attempt to break free from the endless mind games.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Major WandaVision Episode Seven spoilers!

A/N: Here’s the much anticipated continuation of Be Okay and Life Could Be a Dream! I had to take more creative liberties than I had intended since we got so little Peter last episode (which is even more of a crime than that beanie), but I hope you guys enjoy anyways!

The hard ground was cold and damp beneath your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes, darkness was only met with more darkness. After your sight had adjusted to the gloom, you could make out a faint purple glowing coming from the walls. It was almost as if it was omitting from the tangled branches warping across the stone surface.

Pushing yourself off the ground, your bones ached as you used what little energy you had left to sit yourself up. There were no windows in the tiny room and the wooden door across from you was more than likely locked. It’s not like you even had enough power to move over there anyways.

With a sigh, you rubbed your palm against your forehead as you tried to figure out how you’d gotten there. The last thing you remembered was asking Wanda why Peter couldn’t remember you as your real memories came flooding back to your conscious mind.

You didn’t know how long you were falling when you landed on the cold evening grass. There was still just enough adrenaline left in your system for you to immediately jump to your feet, eyes glowing yellow as you raised your fists raised as you took in your surroundings.

You were on the lawn of some mansion, the towering stone structure dimly illuminated by the lights left on in a few of the windows. Your heart raced as you turned around quickly, seeing nothing but hedges and grass on the massive lawn.

Although your mind was still racing, you eventually reached the conclusion that knocking on the door was the best option. With your cape trailing behind you, you strode across the grass and up the driveway as you made your way to the front entrance. Despite how intimidating the massive oak doors would normally have seemed, you bravely reached up to the heavy knocker and slammed it down thrice.

Rather than feeling anxious, you felt annoyed more than anything. Of course Thanos would send you somewhere far away from where you needed to be. You only hoped that this really was Earth and you weren’t stranded on some random planet.

You weren’t sure exactly how long it had been when a timid looking man with glasses finally opened the door.

“Can I help you with something?” He asked, furrowing his brow as he took in your super-suited form. A little part of you was almost embarrassed at your appearance, but there were more important things to worry about.

“Yeah, where am I?” You asked, crossing your arms and pursing your lips.

“Uh, Charles Xavier’s School for the Gifted… I’m sorry, who are you?” He replied, opening the door slightly wider as his confusion intensified.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). And where is this school?” You said, pushing the topic even more. “We are on Earth, right?”

“Are we on Earth?! Why wouldn’t you be on Earth? That’s not just something you don’t know.” He retorted, and you could see the veins on his hand growing a startling shade of blue. You decided to ignore it, if this stereotypical scientist guy wanted to fight then you could easily take him out.

“Okay, so the titan behind the attack on New York a couple years ago, Thanos, is trying to gather these things called infinity stones to wipe out half the universe. Some of his goons were just trying to get the time stone from this wizard in New York, and Iron Man, Spider-Man and I wound up having to save him, which led to us winding up on Thanos’ home planet, Titan.” You explained, making gestures with your hands as you spoke. “Long story short we were there fighting and he opened some portal and dropped me through it and now I’m here.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Bye!” He began closing the door in your face until something, or rather someone, stopped him.

“Wait!” A British voice called from inside the school, prompting the glasses-clad man to open the door even wider than before. This new figure was bald and seated in a wheelchair, rolling closer to you with a curious gaze. “They’re not crazy Hank.” He addressed the man, who quickly stepped out of the way so that you could enter the building and closing the door behind you.

“Professor Charles Xavier.” He introduced himself, reaching out to shake your hand with a knowing gaze. “You are a long way from home, aren’t you. The reality you remember is much farther away and about thirty years in the future.”

“Wait, what?! Thanos yeeted me back to the eighties?!” You exclaimed, shock and terror flowing through your veins as a gust of air blew past you.

“What’s a ‘yeeted’?” A new voice asked and you suddenly noticed a silver haired boy leaning against the wall nonchalantly. “Are you some Marty McFly Back to the Future-character or something?”

You glared in response as you felt annoyed with this stranger and his childish antics. This was going to be a long night.

The memory of your first meeting with your beloved Peter was enough motivation for you to push yourself off the ground, wobbling on unsteady legs as you rushed to the door. Wiggling the knob to no avail, you took a few steps back and raised your hand in an attempt to blow it off it’s hinges.

“That’s not going to work, you know.” A familiar voice behind you spoke. Whipping around, you saw Agnes, except now her hair was tangled and her eyes were glowing purple.

“So you’re the one doing this. Not Wanda…” You said, sizing her up as the woman stroked the rabbit in her arms.

“Oh no, Wanda is doing this, but I’m the one behind the wheel.” She bitterly smiled. “Agatha Harkness, dear. You see, I needed a Pietro for Wanda but the real one’s been dead just a little too long. Your ‘Peter’ was the perfect replacement, but unfortunately you tagged along when I ripped him from your reality.”

“Peter and Pietro are completely different, Wanda’s eventually gonna figure that out.” You snapped, growing more and more furious with each syllable passing through her lips.

“Peter’s playing his part like a champ! He won’t be missing you anytime soon.” Each word was nails on a chalkboard to your ears. “But don’t worry about being lonely, you won’t be alone down here much longer.” With a swish and a flick of her fingers, Agnes disappeared into a swirl of purple and Tommy and Billy took her place.

“(Aunt/Uncle) (Y/N)!” They shouted, terrified and immediately running over to where you stood. You met them with open arms, holding the twins close in a hug as you whispered that everything was going to be okay in a failed attempt to comfort them.

“Mom said Pietro isn’t really our uncle… Who is he?” Tommy questioned as you let go of the duo.

“He’s not… His name is Peter, and he’s from another reality. Your Mom’s brother died a long time ago, but Agatha brought him over because technically they are the same person? I think? I’m not sure how it works, but they are both Maximoffs and Peter has a little sister named Wanda, too. It’s complicated, but that witch is controlling him.” You explained, answering questions that you didn’t really understand yourself.

“You’re thinking really loud…” Billy commented, holding his head in his hands as he attempted to block out the noise of your mind rushing a hundred miles an hour.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could talk you felt a gentle tap in your mind. Then another, this prod slightly stronger. And again, the poking becoming quite the nuisance.

“Billy, please don’t try to read my mind.” You said, staring into space as you attempted to keep the child out of your thoughts.

“I’m not.” He replied, dropping his hands to his sides as me met your eyes with a look of confusion.

You matched his puzzlement, the poking continuing and becoming even harder to ignore. Maybe it was a lapse in judgement or your exhaustion catching up to you, but you decided to drop your defences and let this strange presence into your head.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), can you hear me?” A voice in your head asked.

“Charles!”

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trillian-anders · 4 years

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chambers - x

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: violence, angst, slow burn

word count: 3684

Description: post-endgame. Steve Rogers has passed away from old age. The one remarkable thing is that no one knew his heart would be in the condition it was. He was able to save one more life. After receiving his heart, strange things start happening. Including something that would change your life forever. (Inspired by the Netflix series of the same name.)

Were you being naive? Maybe.

You feet pounded against the pavement, head finally going clear for the first time since yesterday. The clouds are finally parting. You kissed Eric. And you liked it, but Steve had to be interfering. The fluttering in your chest wasn’t there. Maybe. Or maybe you didn’t like him as much as you thought you did? You couldn’t figure it out.

He was enamored by you though, he made it clear when you’d shared dinner in your room, wrapped under his arm. “I really like you,” He said. So why did it not make you happy?

Something was wrong.

With you? Maybe. With him? You weren’t sure. He was a sweet guy, charming, funny, handsome. But Steve had to be interfering. Steve’s emotions had to be interfering. Is that why you couldn’t make the connection?

You lapped Eric again. He was laughing, calling after you saying you should go to the Olympics. You didn’t think it was funny.

Bucky met your pace, but he didn’t speak, choosing instead to run alongside you. Silently. Your stomach soured. It was like you cheated on him almost, but you didn’t. Technically if you really think about it, Steve did. Why the fuck did you call him Jaime? Because you thought that would make him soft for you? Because you thought then he would give in?

Two steps forward and one step back. He’d just gotten friendly with you. And you’d ruined it. But maybe this was his olive branch. Maybe you should say you’re sorry. Maybe you should…

“Slow down.” His hand met your arm, halting your movements, your legs shaking. You pushed yourself too far. You breathed heavily, putting your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. “Did you not learn anything the last time?” You glared up at him. He rested his hands on his hips, looking out across the field where the agents were beginning warm ups. Eric was among them. “Look, maybe I was a little harsh on you last night.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes before crossing his arms across his broad chest. “You just… caught me off guard.”

“I didn’t mean to say that,” You sighed, standing to your full height, “It just came out.” He nods,

“I know.” The two of you stare at each other for a moment before he continues, “I know you can’t help it, Sam and Bruce… they tell me all the time. It’s just…”

“Hard.” You shift from foot to foot awkwardly, “I know.” He sighed heavily,

“If you want to learn some moves,” He started, “Just defensive, and just in case, I’ll be willing to practice with you. But only because I don’t want you to have to rely on instinct and only because Zemo is a threat, understood?” You nodded rapidly, standing a little straighter. “This doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to send you in as bait and this doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to have you actually fight anyone.”

“Of course,” You agreed, “Sure.” This was a step, and hopefully one that wouldn’t set you too far back.

Wanda stirred her tea, looking over the video. Again and again. Trying to figure out where Zemo had recorded it. There was a window behind him, high off the ground, so it had to be a warehouse. But where?

“How’s it going?” Sam entered the kitchen, popping a k-cup into the keurig.

“There’s no identifying markers, but we could probably enhance the background audio enough to hear if there are cars going by or--”

“How are you doing?” Sam pulled a mug from the cabinet, “Is what I was really asking.” Wanda nodded, shutting the laptop.

“I’m okay,” She hugged herself, “Just worried.”

“They don’t have tesseract power anymore.” Sam reasoned, “And in this universe the infinity stones no longer exist. He destroyed them.” Thanos, Thanos destroyed them.

“But what about the other ones?” She asked, “Steve opened an alternate universe when he stayed, what if in his Thanos never destroyed them?” Sam set his mug down heavily, hands bracing the counter.

“Is this why you can’t sleep at night?” Yes. She shook her head, leaning back in her seat.

“I’m just saying, the possibility is there.”

“Potentially, yes.” Sam took a sip of his coffee. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin to wrap my head around that.”

“Goodmorning,” You called cheerfully entering the kitchen, Bucky passing you to grab a water bottle from the fridge. Wanda smiled,

“How did you sleep?” She asked, holding a hand out to you. You walked into it, letting her pull you into her side.

“I slept alright,” You shrugged, looking at Sam.

“How are you guys?” Sam began making breakfast, something he liked to do.

“Cooking distracts me from other things,” He told you once, “It helps me relax.” It helped that Bucky and Peter had the appetite they did because the amount of food that Sam would cook could feed half the compound.

“We’re going to have a meeting later,” Sam said to you, “You should be there.” Bucky’s spoon clanked against the side of his bowl,

“Is it really necessary?” He asked, glaring at his friend, “What happened to keeping her in the dark?”

“Hasn’t worked out very well,” Wanda mused. “Steve’s passwords are still in the system.” Sam and Bucky both looked at you as you sank down a little in your chair, turning to glare at Wanda. “I think it’s funny that neither of you had even thought about it.”

“How long have you been in the system?” Sam asked, clearing some dishes off the kitchen island.

You shrugged, picking at a string attached to your shirt. “Since I found out who it was.” You glanced at Bucky, then turned your attention back to Sam, “I know what Zemo is capable of with a year of planning, but he may have been planning this for… almost ten years?” You stood to help him clean up, placing your bowl and cup in the dishwasher. “There has to be something deeper than just turning myself over so he can harvest a little blood. I doubt it’s as simple as that.” Sam agreed.

“We’ll talk about this more in the meeting later,” Bucky stood from the stool, “Are you ready?” He asked you.

“Ready for what?” Wanda stood as well, circling the island.

You grinned, “He’s gonna show me some moves.”

Your back hit the mat and you groaned. Steve was not helping today, but today wasn’t also life or death like the other instances had seemed to be. No fight or flight instinct to hone in on.

“Which is good,” Bucky claimed, “Because you can't rely on that.” He held his hand out to you and you felt your heart skip a beat when you grabbed it, letting him help you from the ground. “Here.” His foot kicked your feet apart, hands pulling your elbows tight to your chest. “Try again.”

You swung your right arm the way he’d shown you to, hip turning, ball of foot pivoting, right into his arm, blocking you. “Gotta move faster than that, you’ve got speed on your side versus muscle. Try again.” And again, and again. Until your arms felt like lead and you were panting over the water fountain taking steady sips. Bucky, the show off, was benching five hundred pounds behind you like it was nothing. It rattled you.

How much could you really bench? Steve could do almost a thousand pounds, if not a full thousand. You look down at your own hands, wondering. Could you do half? Because even really two hundred pounds would be incredibly impressive. Maybe you should ask Bruce and Peter about trying? Just like with the running? What if…

“Hey.” Eric. But it didn’t feel like before. You remembered feeling excited to see him before, but now it just filled you with dread. What was happening to you?

“Hey.” You breathed, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your sweatshirt. Eric smiled, brushing the hair out of your face before pulling you into a soft kiss. The weights dropped with a heavy clang. You quickly pulled away, heat rushing to your face as you turned from Eric slightly to see Bucky staring at you with an indiscernible expression in the mirror’s reflection. Your stomach dropped.

“What’s wrong?” Eric’s hand on your arm, turning your attention back to him. Your tongue felt thick in your mouth, vision spinning. Fuck.

Fuck.

You seethed. This jealousy festering in your chest. This hurt. What were you doing? This was so dumb. It’s just Bucky. Your friend Bucky. Your Bucky. Arm wrapped around another beautiful redhead, one who’d pointedly ignored you all night.

“Why did you have to bring him?” She asked when the two of you strolled up. Bucky had rolled his eyes,

“He was invited before you were.” And a pout. But Bucky was handsome, and strong. Girls would compromise if it meant going on a date with him. You were just left to suffer.

Bucky loved dating. And you knew it. He loved going out, dancing, splitting shakes at the diner, taking walks around Brooklyn Heights just as the sun went down and the heat was leaving the pavement. And you were a witness to it all.

You missed the days where it was just the two of you. Days before Bucky was chasing skirts. Back when the two of you were just kicking cans in the street and trading pennies for bubblegum and short comics. Back when you’d only just discovered why Bucky always seemed to have peppermint oil on him and when he would stand between you and whatever problem you’d been trying to face on your own.

Not that he didn’t do that now.

He just didn’t know about this one.

You loved Bucky. And Bucky loved you, but you couldn’t tell if this was really normal or not. This infatuation. You wanted him all to yourself. It was hard to share him with other people. You stuffed your hands heavily in your pockets as you trailed behind the two of them.

Bucky and Vivian.

Vivian a girl with more air between her ears than brain. Her parents came from money and a lot of it. You almost couldn’t bear to be around her. No common sense or real life knowledge and it was no secret that she looked down on you for the financial status you had. You found yourself kicking rocks behind them, hoping one would snag her hose and leave her reeling and needing to go home.

But it wasn’t the case.

“You good pal?” Bucky turned, that fucking smile that made your heart skip a beat. What a fucking joke.

“Yeah,” Steve’s voice came out terse and shaky, “I’m good.” Bucky knew you were lying. His face fell a little before turning back to Vivian and saying,

“Let’s get you home huh?” He shifted his jacket onto her shoulders and you could see her dimpled cheek press against his shoulder. “Gettin’ cold out here.”

You waited off to the side as he stood on the step below her, her arms thrown over his shoulders as she pressed a bold kiss to his lips. The reflection in the window showed a strange expression on your face. One that seemed familiar and not familiar at the same time. You knew you were jealous. You knew you hated that girl. But this was Steve. Steve was jealous. Steve hated that girl.

But why was he showing you this?

“You couldn’t have fucking caught her?” Bucky yelled, cradling your body to his. His left hand growing bloody from the open wound on the back of your head. Eric stumbled over his words,

“It just happened so fast, I didn’t—” He was shaking, following Bucky as he brought you down to the lab.

“Go back to training.” Bucky spat, not turning to look at him. “She’ll call you when she wakes up.” His heart was racing, he knew you’d be fine, but he didn’t need to tell Eric that. Let the asshole sweat it out. Bucky knew the signs. Your eyes unfocused and glassy, the slowness in which you turned your head. A seizure was coming on. The fucking idiot beside you just watched as your eyes rolled and you fell back, hitting your head on the side of the water fountain.

What a fucking moron.

“Peter.” Bucky stated calmly, the younger boy looking up from the slides he was examining to watch Bucky lay your body on the cot. “Get me some antiseptic and bandages, I think she might need stitches.” Your face was pale, eyes moving rapidly behind your lids. To be fair, it always scared the shit out of him, even though Bruce said you’d be fine. It wasn’t a real seizure, it just looks like one.

“What happened?” Peter asked, laying out the items Bucky needed, “What triggered it I mean?” Bucky shrugged, wiping at the mess of blood on the back of your head before a small cut came into view. Not as bad as he thought it was going to be.

“I don’t know,” He put pressure on the cut, grabbing another wipe and sterilizing the needle he was about to use. “Fucking idiot Joston didn’t catch her, clipped her head on the water fountain in the training room.” Peter sucked in his teeth, ripping a bandage package open and grabbing a rag.

“Bruce should be back soon,” He said, “He went to talk to Sam about something with her blood.” Bucky tensed at that, looking at the kid and urging him to continue, “Since Zemo seemed so interested Bruce was having us both examine it, looking for what traces of the serum were in there. Shield had once tried to synthesize the serum after all of it was destroyed, but…”

He took a small light and aimed it at your head where Bucky was neatly giving you three stitches. “We wanted to see if it was even possible, they had never been able to do it. Agent Carter got rid of the samples before they were able to complete their work. But that’s not going to say that paired with the version you received that it would be impossible to recreate something close if not the same as what Steve had.”

Bucky wiped the area with an antiseptic towelette, letting out a heavy sigh, “Still we don’t know what he’s going to try and use it for. He got rid of the Winter Soldier program. Took all five agents out when he could have just kept them, so why now?” Peter handed him the bandage and Bucky carefully applied it to the back of your head, smoothing over it with his fingers.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.” Peter began cleaning up the mess as Bucky brushed the hair out of your face, a strange expression on his.

“Let me know as soon as you’ve got something.” A thumb brushed against your cheek softly as you stirred, then retreating footsteps. Your head was pounding. You groaned,

“This has got to stop happening,” You whined, pushing yourself to sit up. Peter’s hands came to your arms, helping you. “I’m more accident prone now than I was before.” You joked, Peter gave you an uneasy smile.

“I don’t think Sergeant Barnes is too keen on it either.” You sighed, fingers coming to brush against the bandage on the back of your head, your hair still slightly damp and sticky with blood. You looked at your red tinted fingers,

“Did he do this?” You ask, shifting on the cot to swing your legs over the side.

“Yeah, seemed pretty pissed at that new recruit about it too.” Eric. Oh shit. Eric. Your vertebrae cracked as you stood, legs still shaky. “Relax, Wanda is on her way.” You look around the lab noticing your chart on the screen, twisting red blood cells under a microscope.

“Gotta start wearing some protective gear soon.” You joked, “What’s going on here?” You pointed to the microscope image being projected onto the screen. Peter looked at it and then back at you before asking,

“Have you talked to your parents about this at all?”

…

“Hey Mom, it’s me. I’m just calling to check in.” You paced your room, trying not to scratch the back of your head where you knew your cut was healing, “I just need to ask you something, so if you could give me a call back whenever. I love you, bye.” You ended the call, looking at your home screen.

It wasn’t unusual for you to go a day or two without talking to your parents. And you were sure to call them every few days just to make them aware that you were still alive and everything was fine. But it had been a while, and aside from the occasional text you hadn’t talked much since getting to the compound.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Zemo had to know about them right? He knew where you were and what you were doing right now supposedly so he had to know something about them. You just hoped they were okay.

They lived right across the bridge in New Jersey, but worked in the city. You had no other siblings, but they had a couple of dogs and lived in a fairly decent house in a suburb not too far away from you. You’d go home sometimes and do your laundry there, steal a couple boxes of cereal out of the pantry, dogsit when they went on vacations.

But you couldn’t help but feel some kind of resentment from them.

They would be better off if you’d just died as a child.

You were always so sickly and needed a lot of care. It took a lot of money to finally get you healthy and to keep you alive. There was no doubt that you harbored some guilt from it, even if they never said anything to you about it. You owed them whatever help you could give them.

It’s why Zemo’s offer seemed so good for a split second.

Until the next second made you realize how selfish that would be and how you could never do that because surely it meant the end of the world. How could it not?

But he had to know that right? That you would never do that? Maybe.

“Are you okay?” Bucky stepped into the room, taking his hands out of his pockets to reach for your bandage, “Let me see how you’re holding up.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah, I think I’m fine.” Your head was still tender in spots, he gently tugged the bandage back, looking beneath before pulling it off all together.

“You should shower, just be careful with your stitches, they’re almost healed.” He crumpled the slightly bloody thing in his hand before disappearing into the bathroom. You could hear the sink start.

“They’re almost healed?” You asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” He called, “Probably the serum.” What little of it you had. He stepped from the bathroom, drying his hands on a towel. “So… you and Eric?” He leaned against the wall of the bathroom, giving you an odd look.

The look Steve had in the memory.

Was he… “I guess,” You shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed, “I don’t really have time to think about that right now, but… I don’t think we are really together it’s just…” You shook your head, “Why does it matter?” Why were you defending yourself to him?

“I need you to stay away from him.” He stated simply, tossing the towel aside.

“Because you don’t like him?”

“I have a gut feeling.” Always with the gut feeling. You rolled your eyes. Yes, you might not like Eric as much as you originally thought you did, but avoiding him completely would be almost impossible right now.

“You always have a gut feeling.” You joked.

“Have I ever been wrong?”

“Yes,” You laughed, “You told Steve once that he shouldn’t apply for that job in Manhattan off of a gut feeling, but it worked out and he made good money drawing those comics.” Bucky jokingly scoffed,

“The kid got beaten up left and right in Manhattan with no one to help him.”

“So really you didn’t want him to go because it took him away from you?” The playful joking mood dropped and Bucky gave you a serious look, averting his eyes from yours before quietly replying,

“Yes.” Your heart sank as you stared at him shifting awkwardly across from you. Tugging your lip between your teeth nervously you said softly,

“I’ll be okay Buck. I can handle Eric.” You stood, taking a step closer to him, “It’s Zemo I’m worried about right now,” You gently grabbed his hand, “I’m not too concerned with a crush.” I’m only concerned with you. His blue eyes met yours, focused, he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

Your phone rang, the shrill chimes from the bed ruining the moment. You walked over seeing your Mom’s picture flashing across the screen, “Hey,” You answered breathlessly. “Yeah, how are you?” You gave Bucky an apologetic look and he walked over squeezing your shoulder before leaving the room.

“Why haven’t you called lately?” She asked on the other end, scolding almost.

“I’ve just been busy,” You fell back against the bed, “I have something important to ask you actually.”

“Yeah you said in your message,” You could hear one of the dogs barking in the background. “Sorry, there’s a squirrel on the porch. What is it?” Your heart was racing thinking back to your earlier conversation with Peter. Did you really want to know the answer to this question? And how important was it, really, to relay this answer back to him?

“I just wanted to know…” Could you even ask this question? You picked at the skin on your fingernails, sighing heavily, you closed your eyes before staring intently at the ceiling. “Uhhh nevermind…. just, how have you been the past few weeks? Catch me up.”

Fucking Chicken.

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lazella · 4 years

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Infinity Stones AU: The Cords have got to go!

Yugi frowned as he looked up from the book he was reading. There were lots of muffled shouts and arguing coming from the nearby conference room. Tony had gotten a call from someone called Ross which prompted all the Avengers to gather and shut the boys out. The argument sounded intense, Judai had his ear pressed to the door trying to figure out what was going on but was only getting segments. Yuya and Yuma had gotten rather scared due to the atmosphere so Yusei had pull them into the far corner and was working on calming down. Yusaku was trying to hack into the security cameras to spy into the meeting but it seemed that Tony was actively blocking him.

“Got anything yet?” Yugi asked Judai.

“I’m hearing a lot of government talk.” Judai said, “But it seems that Tony and Captain are angry about something and this Ross guy keeps bring up something that happened in the past.”

“No luck in the video department,” Yusaku reported from his corner, “Anytime I get the feed going Mr. Stark shuts me out and resets the system.”

“And I can’t just send Yubel in there to spy for us…” Judai frowned, “Thor would spot her immediately.”

“What could get both Tony and Steve riled up that much?” Yugi pondered out loud.

“Other than the fact that they seem to have a bad history with this Ross guy…I’m not sure…” Yusei admitted, “Though the tone does remind me of when I had to argue my points in front of a government committee.”

Yusaku scoffed, “Governments don’t do much anyway. Best they do is to cover this up and hope people forget.”

Everyone decided that this was not the time to open that can of worms and returned to the problem at hand. The argument was getting louder to the point that they were able to pick up on a few segments.

“You agreed with us before Mr. Stark.”

“Respectfully…I was not in a good mental state and it seemed like no one else had properly read through the thing.”

“Not to mention that you yourself Ross overstepped your boundaries and power by ordering the capture team at the time.”

“But the UN…

“We’ll consider the topic some other time when those cords have been redrafted, reread, and presented by someone other than you!!!!!”

Judai had to jump back as Tony slammed the door open and marched off to who knows where in the Tower. This allowed the boys to peek in the room to see just who was on screen. Yuya quickly decided he didn’t like the grumpy looking guy.

“Here I thought Mr. Stark was the reasonable one….” The man on screen muttered.

“To be fair General Ross…” Steve’s voice seemed to have been forced into a proper tone, “We all made mistakes the first time the Accords were tried to be enforced. We just do not want a repeat.”

“And considering your history with the committee…” Natasha said, “We really don’t trust what you say.”

“So please have any further communication about the Accords be sent through another representative as we won’t take any more calls from you.” Clint finished for the group.

“How dare you! I am the US re-“

Bruce hung up the call. “Why do we still put up with him? I’m sure if we really wanted to, we could gather enough evidence to get him to step down for corruption.”

“Because we won’t know who would take his place and at least we know how Ross thinks…” Steven was rubbing his forehead.

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t?” Yugi spoke up alerting the Avengers to their presence.

“So you heard some of that….” Natasha sighed, “We may not like it but…politics are part of the job.”

“What were you talking about anyway?” Yuma asked.

“Old history kid…” Bruce explained, “Just some stuff that we disagreed over that lead to some infighting…”

“Which I was left out off!!!!” Thor sounded offended.

“You were in Asgard dealing with your own political uprising!” Bruce shouted back, “We’re finally trying to approach the topic again but it’s proven….difficult.”

“Hopefully we won’t have to drag you into this mess…” Natasha said, “Right now we need to go blow off some steam and make sure Tony doesn’t cause too much destruction in his lab.”

All of the Avengers left after that. The boys however shared a knowing look.

“We are researching these Accords they were talking about, right?” Judai asked.

“Already got a copy and pulled up related articles.” Yusaku spoke up from his corner, “I hope someone is familiar with legal vocabulary.”

“I can handle that department…” Yusei volunteered, “We can split the articles between everything else.”

“You’re making this sound like a group project for school.” Yuya pouted.

“It’s not that bad…” Yugi said.

“If I had to deal with doing schoolwork with a guy that eventually became my enemy…any group project would be a breeze.” Yuma admitted.

“I am not going to even ask how that even happened….” Judai shook his head as they began their investigation.

……………………………..

Steve found Tony in his lab staring at a half taken apart project and a bottle of alcohol that thankfully was untouched.

“Ross really got to you didn’t he?”

Tony groaned, “He just loves bringing up our little ‘fight’ in Germany. Like he’s trying to emotionally blackmail me into siding with him.”

“Do you really still blame yourself of how that whole situation went down?” Steve asked.

“Kind of…Maybe…I don’t know…” Tony admitted, “True I made some mistakes but it doesn’t excuse the fact that I allowed all of us to be played like puppets to satisfy some guys revenge fantasy.”

“And it was a mistake on my part for not reading the room and waiting to deal with earth shattering revelations.” Steve said, “And bashing you several times with my shield.”

“Can we just agree we both messed up big time?” Tony asked.

“Only if we can prank Ross somehow.”

“Now that I can get onboard with…” Tony had a smile back on his face and pulled up a screen that showed a camera feed, “Maybe we should sick the kids on them.”

Steve blinked, “Are they researching and dissecting the original Accords?”

“Judging by how animated Yuya and Yugi are…..I think they are finding a lot of issues too.”

“And it looks like Yugi is writing some sort of rebuttal essay.” Steve pointed out.

“I say we see how this plays out.” Tony smirked, “Maybe they can get Ross to squirm in his seat for once.”

Little did Tony know was that it wasn’t Yugi writing the essay, it was Yami. Despite having no memories of being a ruler he was still very adept at politics.

#infinity stones au #yugioh #Avengers #gx #5ds #zexal #arc v #vrains #tony stark #Steve Rogers #can we agree that the civil war plot was just stupid?

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awesomerextyphoon · 4 years

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Something New - Part 1

Paring: Stucky x Black!OFC (Chidema “Chi”)

Words: 3164

Rating: 18+

Summary: They expected Bucky to be hungry, they didn’t see him devouring two-thirds of the menu.

Warning: Talk of implied torture. Read at your own risk!

A/N: This is my second story. It will most likely be in five parts with a few drabbles. Tell me what you think. Haters will be blocked! Constructive criticism only! Please comment if you want to be tagged! Gif not mine!

Bucharest, Romania

Steve looked at his watch. It’s precisely noon and they were following a lead from a kind plum stand owning lady from the market. The target was pretty nonchalant in his movement typical for a civilian. To the outside world, Steve was cool and collected, but Chidema knew better. Steve was getting antsy.

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It’s been eight months since the aftermath of Utron. Thor returned two months later with four alien ladies and an incredible story.

Not only did Thor have an older sister that Odin never bothered to tell him that was imprisoned in Helheim, but a whole other family in a realm far, far, away called Cykuuans. Well, the family decided to come and collect an admission and apology from Odin.

The aftermath was as follows: Odin was forced to admit that he hid another family from everyone including Frigga and that he imprisoned Hela after he did a brutal colonization of the nine realms (he wasn’t going to admit he more realms). He was forced to abdicate the throne in favor of Thor (Loki was still in prison and Baldur kind of wanted it but not really (Baldur is a thing in my stories)), and left on a self-imposed exile.

The leader of the Cykuuan delegation asked Chidema and twelve others to stay behind while they got the first draft of the treaty ready. She was a bit apprehensive, but she agreed to stay.

Chidema quickly say Frigga as a grandmother figure saying that Frigga and her actual grandmother would get along swimmingly.

Chidema and the other delegates had to ‘make nice’ with Thor, Baldur, and Loki at Frigga behest because of what he’s going through. It went okay for most of the remaining members, but Chidema got along more with Loki than Thor and Baldur. It was mostly because she was aware of Loki not being Odin’s biological son. They discussed various forms of magic, history, literature, and how horrible a father Odin was (the last being to Frigga’s dismay).

Sif was finally able to spar with other women who grew up fighting. The results were a mixed bag but all in good fun.

This all came in handy when Malekeith tried to destroy Asgard in search of the Ether which was inside Jane Foster (Chidema didn’t particularly care for her). They were able to thwart his plans without any major casualties (Frigga doesn’t get the fridge treatment) .

A few weeks after making repairs, Thor asked Chidema, Amaka, Nkolika, and Ozioma to investigate infinity stone sightings and lend a hand in helping avoid climate catastrophe. They agreed to both on the condition that they were able to address the UN first.

The team loved them for different reasons. Tony remarked that it’s good that he got with Pepper much to Thor’s and Pepper’s annoyance. Nat asked if they knew of any interrogation and fighting techniques that incorporated their tails and they hit if off. Wanda liked that they had emotional magic like she did and she loved their singing voices (they put the best singers to shame). Vision liked that they were also curious about what Earth had to offer. Clint liked that they were great with the kids and treaded tips on marksmanship. Sam and the girls traded lighthearted military and demon slayer corps stories. Bruce liked that they were interested in Earth’s advancements in science and their offer to assist both him and Tony in the lab.

The other girls remarked that Steve would be great for their grandmothers to date, not their granddaughters, them.

Chidema saw him differently. She saw the pain in his eyes, the sadness of losing a life of what could’ve been. Her heart ached for his pain, but was moved by his never-ending drive to fight for others despite his own demons.

She soon fell in love with him. And everyone knew it…except Steve.

Well, Natasha and Amaka weren’t going to have any of it.

So, they said fuck it and set the two lovebirds on a blind date.

At first, Chidema and Steve wanted to bolt, but after a few ‘encouraging’ texts from the matchmakers, they stay and talk about happier times in their childhood. After that, the date went off without a hitch. A few dates later and they were officially a couple.

Tony owed Natasha $2,000 which she split with Amaka.

A few months later, Steve got a lead on Bucky possibly being in Romania and Chidema went with him.

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Steve and Chidema were following the target down an alley when they got spooked and made a run for it. The couple raced after him with Chidema creating a portal cut him off before they could turn into the crowd.

The target landed chained on top of a building. Two seconds later they saw two figures come out of what seemed to be thin air walking towards them.

“Where is the Asset?” Steve asked/demanded.

“Nu vă spun niciodată, nici curva ta!” They responded.

Steve’s lips made a thin line and Chidema just smiled and replied with, “Într-adevăr? Deci, ai vrea să-ți pierzi limba și pula pentru HYDRA?”

“Nu ai vrea!” They shouted.

Chidema pulled out a rusty carving knife from a portal and said, “Vrei să iei acel pariu?”

They looked shocked for a minute and then put their head in defeat. “Amenda. Este într-o cabină chiar în afara orașului.”

“Mulțumesc foarte mult” Chidema thanked the target and in a span of blink both she and Steve vanished leaving the target alone and chained on the rooftop.

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“Don’t worry. I contacted the authorities about them. They won’t be on that rooftop indefinitely.” Chidema reassured Steve as they stepped outside of the portal in front of their fourth cabin.

Steve was able to make quick work of the guards around the cabin. “Well at least this one isn’t a dud.” Steve stated as he took out the last guard.

“Look baby, I said I was sorry” Chidema replied with a pout.

Steve chuckled, “I’m just teasing you, Chi.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go get your best pal!”

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The cabin’s interior was a little too clean. There was no dust, but nothing to suggest that it was lived in. The only thing that seemed out of place was the door at the opposite end of the cabin next to the kitchen. The doorknob was well worn with marks on the wood.

So yeah, they were going to go through that door.

They opened the door and went down the stairs. It led to another door which opened up to a room that was lit like it was an asylum in a horror movie. On the far side of the room was a bed laid-

“Buck!”

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First thing he registered were loud steady beeps of a heart monitor. Slowly Bucky realized that he was in a different setting and he panicked.

“Shit, he’s trying to move!” Amaka yelled as she used her targeted Narcoleptic Pheromone Magic to get him to back to sleep.

Amaka was near the waiting room while Steve and Chidema got some rest. They were by Bucky’s side for past ten days. Well, Chidema was by Bucky’s side for the past eight days. Steve was constantly being called away for meeting with the team, so Chidema stayed to reassure him until Amaka badgered her to get some rest.

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“Okay…so I just shot your boyfriend’s lover boy with some sleep pheromones to keep him from going on a rampage. You need to get here stat!” Amaka rasped over the phone as to make sure that Bucky didn’t wake up.

“Alright I’ll be on my way,” Chidema said as she rushed out of bed.

Chidema knew of Steve’s feelings towards Bucky for some time now. It was cruel that they couldn’t be together in the world that they lost, and she was glad that time changed for the better.

But at the same time, she didn’t want to lose Steve. She knew that in the end, it would be up to Steve. It’s just that Steve was first person to get through her defenses and make her truly feel wanted.

You could call her selfish, but she didn’t want to lose that feeling.

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The first thing that Bucky saw when he woke up was seemed to be a woman smiling at her, but she was so much more.

Her black hair cascaded past her shoulders and her back in long, thick, smooth and defined curls that framed her face perfectly. Her eyes were (a little wider than a human’s) filled with gold and blues as if she held the stars in her eyes. Her ears were delicately shaped like the top parts of faerie wings. Her lips were full and pouty in a way the actresses in his time would’ve killed for. Her rich brown skin was radiant even in the shitty lighting of the medical bay. Her body seemed to be made for sin with her full toned curves that would’ve been heralded in his day. Her tail was wagging languidly hypnotically behind her–a TAIL?!

Bucky shot up with a wince while the vision put a hand on his shoulder as if to calm him, but it had the opposite effect. Because what kind of beauty would want to be near a monster like him?

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Steve raced to the medical bay as soon as he got the text from Amaka about Bucky.

He loved his best pal and for awhile and he was ashamed that he couldn’t protect him on that train. It haunted him ever since he got out of the ice. Sure, he was saddened that he missed his dance with Peggy, but Bucky hit him in a deeper way. He didn’t know when he first started loving Bucky, but once he did, he knew that he couldn’t live without him.

It seemed that he got a second chance when Bucky reappeared as the Winter Soldier. He just had to save him…again.

Chi (Chidema will be referred to as Chi from now on) came in at a good time for Steve. She was the piece that was missing for him, and one day Bucky as well.

She made him feel whole again.

Now it was time to see to the missing piece of his puzzle.

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“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you, James.” Chi soothed. Big mistake. Really what is her deal?

Bucky was both enraptured and annoyed by her voice. Enraptured by how she sounded, annoyed by her words. Seriously, does she not know who she’s talking to?!

She chuckled at his reaction and said, “I supposed I should try a change of approach. My name is Chidema.”

Chidema…beautiful. It suited her.

“Well, Steve should be here soon. It took awhile to find you. Do you want some water?” She asked.

Bucky nodded his head and she grabbed a cup and slowly brought it to to his lips. The water was cool and soothing as it went down his lips.

Right as the last of the water went down his throat, the door swung opened to reveal Steve.

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Steve almost stumbled into the room in anticipation in seeing Bucky again. Instead, he saw his two missing pieces together, one taking care of the other.

It made Steve’s heart swell.

“So what do we have here? A punk and a troublesome dame acting all caring as to not rouse suspicion.” Steve said as he sauntered up to Bucky’s bedside opposite of Chi.

“Could be better.”

“I gave him some water after my failed attempts to calm him down.” Chi explained

“I’ll give you some time to talk.”Chi said as she exited the room.

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“So, how long have I’ve been out since you found me?”

“Ten days which surprised everyone because the doctors said that you should’ve been out for weeks. Are you hungry?”

Bucky’s stomach chose that exact moment to loudly grumble in agreement.

“Yeah, they said that HYDRA took your metabolism for a ride. I’ll see if Chi is still outside and get you some food.”

“Was that the dame that gave me water? She’s…” Bucky started but stopped as if he didn’t want to start something with Steve just yet.

Steve cocked an eyebrow at him and said, “Yes. She’s my girl. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when you get out of this joint.”

Steve then exited the room leaving a slightly perplexed Bucky alone with his thoughts.

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Steve spotted Chi talking with Amaka near the corner of the hallway. They were talking about something in their native language, so he decided to give him some space but not before overhearing some of their conversation. It did help that Chi taught him some of their language while they were alone.

“You need to talk to him Chi. This will not end well for you if you don’t.”

“I know, but…Steve!”Chi exclaimed as she hugged and pecked his cheek.

“Hey babe! Would it be possible for you to get Bucky some food? He’s famished but I don’t want to leave him alone for so long.” Steve asked as he returned the hug and peck.

“Of course. I’ll be back soon.” Chi said as she departed with one last kiss and swivel of her hips that drove Steve crazy.

Steve turned to Amaka and inquired, “What did Chi want to tell me?”

Amaka sighed and replied with, “That’s something she needs to tell you.”

Steve just stared at Chi retreating form and pressed his lips into a thin line.

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It took another five days until Bruce and the rest of the Wakandan medical team (After the UN speech, Chi and the girls convinced T’Chaka and the rest of the Wakandan royal family to participate in the international community on their terms in exchange for the girls’ knowledge on tech, science, and some non-Earth metals. They shared more with them than with Stark.) said that Bucky was good to go.

Since then, it was a hodgepodge 21st century Earth terms and tech all of which was fascinating and a bit overwhelming to Bucky.

Steve commented how it was hard for him to adjust. Sam kept trying to give Bucky some grief, but it almost never landed due to Bucky giving it right back and more.

It seemed that the 1940s Bucky was finally making a comeback. The only areas that he had yet to conquer was his nightmare and lack of eating.

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One night, Chi was making herself some Maharaja Chai Oolong & Samurai Chai Mate tea when she heard a scream coming from Bucky’s room.

Steve nearly sprinted out of his room to Bucky’s, but Chi stopped him.

“Let me handle this. Go back to bed, love.” She gently coaxed her boyfriend as she glided into Bucky’s room with a serene smile.

“Hey.”

“Tea?”

“No thanks.”

“May I sit down?” Chi asked as Bucky nodded and she sat at the edge of his bed.

“It seems that ghost of HYDRA has yet to finish its haunt. I know it well.” Chi lamented.

“What do you mean?” Bucky nearly demanded.

Chi sighed and continued, “I was not always with my family. I was taken from them and turned into a killing machine when I was but a babe. I spent my first nine years in an organization not unlike HYDRA. An organization that thought that they were the only ones to peace and order but instead they wrought chaos and called it love for the people.”

Bucky’s eyes started to fall in sadness and pensiveness. He never thought someone this close to him went through similar circumstances and so young.

Chi noticed the shift in Bucky demeanor, and went on, “When I was six, they turned me into this, ” Chi paused and her blood out and watched it turn into the unnaturally hard and sharp substance that she was known for. “The procedure required them to do a near complete dissection. I remember that cursed day. I screamed for hours. It wasn’t until my great-grandmother received a tip from a friend when I was nine that my nightmare got a shred of light.” Chi added with a small smile and a tear.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you know that it will get better and it will always be a struggle. I’m not perfect or what could be construed as well-adjusted, but I’m still here.” Chi then pulled Bucky into a hug and started rubbing his back,“I want to know that you’re not alone in this. You never are.”

They stayed like that for what felt like hours until they fell asleep, both wearing small smiles. Chi’s from finally being able to get through to Bucky and Bucky’s from not feeling like he was alone and maybe something else deep in his heart.

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The next day, Steve decided that it was time that Bucky finally eat real food and not just soups and protein shakes. So decided to take his best friend and girlfriend to a diner that somehow survived the 1940s.

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“I thought this place got demolished right before the war!” Bucky exclaimed.

“It almost was, but the owner decided to let one of his workers carry the mantel. Now, it’s in its third generation with some modern touches, but it’s still the same at it’s heart.” Steve reassured.

Chi just looked around with a content smile happy to see something reminiscent of her boys’ childhood.

Wait, her boys? Hmm…

Their waiter gushed a little too much and too closely at the super soldier duo for Chi’s liking, but she let it slide. It wasn’t the first time she had to deal with this and vice versa for Steve. She was quite popular for giving the planet another chance in avoiding climate catastrophe. Also, she was easy on the eyes as Tony and various modeling agencies (Chi was 5’9”) have mentioned…much to Chi’s and Steve’s annoyance.

They led the trio to a booth in the corner and gave them a few menus and left with a wink. Really? I’m right here!

Granted, both men didn’t register the wink, but still.

Bucky looked at his menu with a renewed exhilaration as he reviewed the items. He hadn’t been this hungry in who knows how long.

“Don’t be shy Bucky” Chi said with an encouraging smile.

“Yeah Buck, order whatever you want. I’m paying.”

They expected him to be hungry, but they didn’t see him ordering two-thirds of the menu.

When the food arrived, he practically inhaled it with gusto. By the time he was done, the waiter and a few other patrons stared at him in shock.

“What? I was hungry.” Bucky uttered while rubbing his stomach and suppressing a burp. Well, trying to. A pointedly loud one escaped his mouth and spooked an old woman.

“Alright Buck, let’s get on out of here.” Steve suggested while ignoring the heat in his lower abdomen.

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Nu vă spun niciodată, nici curva ta! => I’ll never tell you or your whore!

Într-adevăr? Deci, ai vrea să-ți pierzi limba și pula pentru HYDRA? => Really? So you would like to lose your dick and your tongue to HYDRA?

Nu ai vrea! => You wouldn’t!

Vrei să iei acel pariu? => You want to take that bet?

Amenda. Este într-o cabină chiar în afara orașului. => Fine. He’s in a cabin outside the city.

Mulțumesc foarte mult => Thank you very much!

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ancientwastedlores · 4 years

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The Support System (Ch: 6)

SUMMARY: The Avengers have managed to collect all the infinity stones across the universe, and are currently keeping them in far corners of the world, only for research and to see if they can improve the planet and its people. Reader is a researcher with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, as well as a field agent. Loki is currently serving time for his actions in New York City in 2012.

A/N: Find this chapter on AO3 here. This chapter is mostly soft Loki and some badass Y/N.

AO3: The Support System Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Warnings: N/A Audience: general.

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CHAPTER 6:

It’s very obvious to the rest of the Avengers that Loki only started watching Doctor Who with you so he’d get to spend the night in your bed. You know it too, but understand that he would spend it in anybody else’s room but his, because being alone at night haunts him. If someone else wanted to something about it, they would, and if they don’t, they don’t get to give their opinion about it.

And they know you aren’t about to listen either, so they keep shut.

The rest of the week passes like usual, with Loki sleeping in your bed and Tony playing concerned father and quippy teen at the same time. Then arrives the morning when you have to leave.

You wake up and don’t find Loki next to you as usual. You take advantage of the space and stretch, moaning loudly. You feel like you’ve cracked every single joint in your body, and sit up. You keep sitting, making a mental list of the things you need to prepare before leaving.

The dealers were expected at the secret venue at 7 in the evening, but Tony, being Tony, insisted the team get there a full 12 hours earlier. Natasha rolled her eyes and tried to convince Tony that two hours would be enough, but he wouldn’t budge.

The cars would leave at 6 AM. You look at clock and see you have a full hour before leaving.

The door opens, and Loki enters with a tray.

‘What! Aww, Loki’ you laugh. ‘I thought you could use a breakfast in bed before heading out’ he grins as he walks to your bed, ‘I made it myself’ he exclaims proudly, placing the tray on your lap.

Well, there was no doubt about that. It was a plate full of fruits, a bowl of cornflakes, and some toasted bread. You were looking forward to digging into some pancakes and bacon before heading out to a gruelling mission, but the excitement in his eyes makes you abandon the thought completely.

You smile and ask him to sit and share the food. He obliges.

‘So you’re coming round to the idea of me going’ you tease. ‘What’s the matter, find another Doctor Who fan?’

He looks severely offended and you immediately regret saying it. ‘I was only joking. Thank you for doing this, it’s lovely’.

His expression softens, and then he reaches into his pocket.

‘I know you’ll be fine, but I did take the liberty of an extra precaution’ he produces a small rectangular object, no larger than a fingernail. It’s silver, and has odd markings on it that glow green, and attached to a chain.

You start to protest because amulets are absolutely the kind of thing you’re against, when he clutches your arm. ‘Please’ he pleads. ‘It makes no difference to you, since you don’t believe in it, but for my peace of mind?’

‘Loki, if I wear that, and something does happen, you’ll blame yourself for the amulet not working properly’. ‘No, I promise, quite the opposite…’ he unclasps the chain, ‘I’ll know I did everything I could, and you died because you did something stupid’.

You laugh. ‘Fair enough. You promise you won’t start beating yourself up?’

‘I swear on my honour’ he says, putting the chain around your neck. You tuck the amulet under your shirt, knowing if Natasha and Clint ever saw it, they would never let you live it down. You talk for a while longer while finishing up your breakfast, and then Loki leaves so you can change.

‘Good luck, kiddo’ Tony slaps your arm. ‘Give ‘em hell’. ‘Thank you’ you give Tony a small salute before getting into the car with Maria Hill, Clint, Natasha, and Sam Wilson.

T-3 hours to the expected time of arrival of the dealers. You’re leading a group of ten agents, and everyone is already in position. You’re sitting, leaning against the wall with your group, circling a finger over your bullet proof vest which hides the amulet Loki gave you.

Ridiculous, you think. But nice. You smile.

‘What is it?’ an agent asks, seeing your smile. ‘What? Nothing. Shush’ you say.

Natasha’s voice comes on the earpiece: ‘If anyone tells Tony this, they’re fired, but the convoy is here’.

You smile, knowing Tony would gloat for ages if anyone told him the convoy reached earlier than expected.

‘Alright gang, up up’ you stand up, and help a few up since they’re carrying heavy guns. ‘Look sharp, and if you find something weird, for god’s sake, don’t touch it. We got Thor for that’.

You put your helmet on and take a deep breath, waiting for instructions.

You hear the dealers come in, boxes being dragged across the floor, clicks of guns and clanging of metals.

‘Where’s the Vibranium?’ a voice comes. Someone mumbles something in another language.

‘He’s saying there’s another truck coming’ Natasha’s voice comes. ‘Nobody move until every single one of them is in the room and the door is shut’.

You nod at the rest of your team to ask if they understand. They nod back.

You return your eyes to the group that has just entered. You look up, just to scope the room, and spot a figure move.

‘Yo’ you whisper as low as you can, ‘did anyone see that?’ ‘What the hell is that’ Clint’s voice comes over the ear piece. ‘Oh, if that is who I think it is…’ Sam’s voice comes. ‘Ssshh’ you hiss. ‘Wait’. ‘Did you just shush me, don’t ever…’ ‘Ssshhh!!' you, Clint, and Nat say in unison.

It’s a grave situation, but you can’t stop yourself smiling before returning your attention to the back of the room. The tall figure is still moving, shooting something that makes no noise.

‘For god’s sake’ you hear Sam’s disgusted voice. ‘It’s the spider kid’.

You inwardly groan. You thought Tony would have told him to stay away.

‘Tell me he isn’t our responsibility, please’ Sam says. ‘If you want to die at Tony’s hands, sure’ you say. ‘Stark put a comms system in his suit, someone tell Stark to get him out’. ‘We aren’t carrying cell phones. And we don’t know how he got in in the first place’ Nat says. ‘Let it just play out’.

You sigh.

You wait a while longer, and the ‘other’ truck arrives. After all the contents are loaded in the room, there’s a spat about payment, and then the truck guys clear off. The one you assume is the leader shuts the doors and walks over to one of the crates with a crowbar.

‘Hold it…’ Nat says.

You stretch an arm out to inform your team to stay as well.

You quickly glance back up, the figure is no longer on the roof. You dread that he’ll announce his presence at the wrong time.

And he does.

‘Anything here for me?’ you hear Peter shout. The dealers all cock their guns and turn around to point it at him. ‘NOW’ Nat shouts over the comms.

You put your arm down and your team moves out, guns pointed at the dealers. From the right, Clint’s team enters. From the left, Natasha’s. Thor is on the balcony-like structure upstairs, looking over the whole congregation. Maria and Sam come from the North side. You have them surrounded.

‘Whoa, no way, you guys came!’ Peter exclaims. ‘Get outta here, kid’ you yell. ‘No way, let me help, I can help’.

You roll your eyes.

‘Ay, what the hell is going on’ one of the men say. ‘Put your weapons down’ Nat shouts. ‘Turn over everything you have’. ‘Yeah, that’s not happening’ the man laughs, removing a cylindrical object and throwing it on the ground, creating a force field around his own group, also trapping Peter.

You look up at Thor. He’s already swinging his hammer and aiming it at the force field; it hits its mark and the shield breaks so your team can move in.

A fight ensues, with you managing to dodge most of the attacks, while also grabbing onto some of the new tech the dealers have left lying around to use it.

‘This is so cool!’ Peter yells, swinging from wall to wall, pinning dealers to the walls with his webs. Okay, maybe he is helping a little.

You manage to get every single one of them, either knocked out or pinned to the wall. Sam celebrates by slyly putting some of the new guns in his holster. You laugh and yell that you can see him, and he yells back ‘You see NOTHING’.

Peter is just gushing over what just happened. ‘I didn’t know you guys were coming, this is so cool, I’ve always wanted to be part of a strike team!’ ‘Peter…’ you start. ‘And, and look at this gear, wow can I try that gun, I swear I’ll be careful…’

You take off your helmet. ‘PETER’.

‘Oh’

He sees your face. ‘Oh h-hey I didn’t know it was you, hi’.

You sigh, remembering his crush on you. ‘You’re in way over your head’. ‘Mr. Stark says the same thing, you know, I’m much more capable…’ ‘Thank you for your help’ you say sternly. ‘I’ll inform Mr. Stark you did a great job today. But you have to go now’.

His eyes twinkle. ‘You’ll tell him I did good? Will you tell me what he says? Do you have my number? You can just text me what he says…’

‘Peter, honey, Tony has your number’. ‘RIGHT. Yes, he does. Okay. Bye!’ he shoots a web to the ceiling and goes out of the broken skylight you hadn’t noticed before.

Everyone else is putting weapons back in crates, while the Avengers are talking at the middle of the room. You walk over to them. ‘Hey’.

‘How’d you get him to leave’ Sam asks. ‘I just said he did good’ you shrug. ‘We’re sure these guys haven’t made any calls?’

Clint holds up a little device. ‘Blocks out any outgoing and incoming calls within a 2km radius’ he grins.

Stark’s trucks arrive and the men get out to help load the crates in. Natasha and Hill oversee the operation, while Sam and Thor are in some conversation, and Clint helps you aid the wounded S.H.I.E.L.D agents.

While you bandage a woman’s arm, Clint walks over to borrow a pair of scissors. You hand it to him, and kneels down next to you.

‘Blink twice if you need help’ he says. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘You and Loki’. You sigh, frustrated. ‘We’re friends’. ‘I’ve been under his control. It’s easy to not understand the difference’. ‘Clint, he doesn’t have any way of controlling me, okay?’ ‘You just look badly beat up’.

You finish bandaging the woman and she thanks you. You smile at her and stand up. ‘I appreciate your concern, I really do. And thank you for asking. But there really is nothing to worry about. I decided to give him a chance, and I think all of you should too’ you pat him on the back and walk towards where the trucks are.

‘Hey, the last of the crates are loaded, I’m just calling Stark’ Hill informs you. You nod and she leaves, her phone in hand. ‘Off to Dubai, then. It’s a long ass flight’ Nat says. ‘When are we leaving? I hope we land at night, it’s beautiful’ you say, remembering your time there ‘I think we can manage that’ she grins.

After the driver calls something out to her in Russian, she responds and hits the side of the truck next to her twice. The engines start and the line of trucks head out to the Avengers Tower.

‘We follow through; can you get the team into the cars?’

You nod and rush back in, ‘Ya’ll got five minutes, get your asses in those cars’ you call out. ‘Anyone who needs medical attention, yell’.

One person from the corner of the room yells.

You turn to Natasha. ‘I’ll take him to the Tower and drop him off, get a new guy, and meet you at the jet’. ‘You sure?’ ‘Yeah. Save me a good window seat’. ‘You got it’ she smiles and sits in the car.

The rest of the group files in, and you’re left with a large black BMW. You haven’t driven in a while, but the car has sirens, so you hope people will just get out of your way. ‘Okay mate, what’s your name’ you ask, as you pick him up. ‘Paul’ he chokes out. ‘Paul. Well, Paul, have you ever been inside the Avengers Tower?’

He shakes his head.

‘You’re in for the pampering of your life, if you manage to stay with me till the ride there, Paul’ you help him into the backseat of the car, and buckle him in. You run to the drivers’ side, get in, and flip the sirens on, driving at top speed to the Avengers Tower.

You make a call while rushing through the streets of New York. Over the bluetooth - ‘Hello?’ ‘Tony! Okay, I’m bringing over Paul, he was hurt badly in the fight…’ ‘Yup, Nat told me, med crew is already at reception’. ‘Excellent, I also need you to keep a S.H.I.E.L.D agent ready for me to take as a replacement’. ‘Also downstairs waiting, with full gear’. You just love this man. ‘You’re awesome, Stark’. ‘I know, kid. See you soon’ he hangs up.

You pull up to the entrance of the tower and the med crew rushes to help Paul out of your backseat, which is covered in blood.

Fortunately, Tony also has another car waiting for you.

This man is on another level, you think, chuckling.

‘Take care Paul!’ you yell. He gives you a thumbs up.

The new recruit comes up to you. ‘Hi, I’m Sean’ ‘Hello, Sean. Get in, we’ll talk’

He gets into the new car and you’re about to get in as well when you hear your name called out and turn around. It’s Loki.

‘Hi! I have to leave…’ He comes up to you and gives you a hug. ‘I forgot to give you a hug before you leave’ he holds you tight. ‘Oh’… you smile against his chest and hug him back. You’ve removed your bullet proof vest now, so it’s just a shirt. Loki can feel the amulet through it, that’s how tight he’s hugging you. ‘Take care’ he says, and lets go.

You grin and turn to get into the passenger side, then shut the door. Off to Dubai, then.

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mikrowrites · 5 years

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all hail the magic man

•part seven•

Doctor Strange x Apprentice!OC(platonic)

Steve turned to the group behind him. Their suits retracted, leaving Tony, Steve, and Scott in suits, Bruce and Charlie in casual wear. “All right, we have our assignments. Two stones uptown, one stone, down. Stay low. Keep an eye on the clock.”

Charlie almost jumped out of her skin when 2012 Hulk jumped down into the street, roaring and smashing everything in his wake, brutally killing three Chitauri soldiers. Bruce put a hand across his face, embarrassed.

“Feel free to smash things along the way.” Steve offered.

“I think it’s gratuitous, but whatever.” Bruce sighed, ripping his tank away as he sarcastically and unenthusiastically threw a motorbike. He let out fake roars, punching a car ever so lightly, which left a small dent.

“Or, maybe don’t stress yourself out, buddy.” Charlie snorted.

Bruce threw his hands in the air as Scott, Tony, and Steve left to collect the Space and Mind stones. “Oh, I’m glad you find this amusing.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it buddy, Mama Charlie still loves you.” She teased, kicking a rock as she formed a portal, gesturing for Bruce to walk through. “Ladies first.”

“Ha ha.” Bruce sarcastically responded, walking through as Charlie followed.

They stood on the rooftop of the New York Sanctum. Chitauri soldiers flew by in hordes, but a woman in yellow used the Mystic Arts, fighting them back and defending the institute.

Charlie felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw the Ancient One for the first time in seven years. She had nearly forgotten the way the woman carried herself, handled the Mystic Arts with such grace and poise.

Bruce nudged Charlie, nodded to the door as they approached it to enter the building.

“I’d be careful going that way. We just had the floors waxed.”

Charlie turned, tears gathering in her eyes as she saw the Ancient One smile kindly.

“Ma’am I’m looking for Doctor Strange.” Bruce spoke up, causing Charlie to mentally kick herself. She should’ve mentioned that—

“You’re about... five years too early. Stephen Strange is currently performing surgery twenty blocks that way. What do you want from him?” The Ancient One questioned, almost finishing Charlie’s thought.

“We’re uh... here for the Eye of Agamotto.” Charlie spoke up, the woman smiling at her with a twinkle of recognition in her eyes, before casting her eyes down to the relic around her own neck.

“Ah. I’m afraid not.”

“Sorry, but I wasn’t asking.” Bruce stepped forwards.

Charlie shook her head. “Bruce!” She hissed.

“You don’t want to do this.” The Ancient One warned.

“Ah, you’re right I don’t, but I need that stone.” Bruce insisted, reaching for the Eye of Agamotto. “And I don’t have time to beat it—“

“BRUCE!” Charlie shouted, before the Ancient One pushed Bruce’s astral form out of his body. He looked up at the woman in horror, Charlie letting out a sigh.

The Ancient One smiled at them. “Let’s start over, shall we?”

- - - - - -

“Please, please!” Bruce begged, trying to reason with the Ancient One. Charlie sat by, watching Bruce futilely try to persuade the woman.

“I’m sorry, Bruce. I can’t help you.” The Ancient One finally turned to the astral man. “If I give up the Time Stone to help your reality, I’m dooming my own.”

“With all due respect, I’m not sure the science really supports that.”

The Ancient One raised her eyebrows, casting out an projection. Charlie stood, noting that the long orange ray represented the flow of time. She stood in front of the projection, furrowing her eyebrows.

“The Infinity Stones create what you experience as the flow of time. Remove one stone and that flow splits.” The Ancient One removed the illusion’s Time Stone, showing a black stream and indicating a point of divergence. “Now, this may benefit your reality, but my new one…not so much. In this new branched Reality, without our chief weapon against the forces of darkness, our world will be overrun. Millions will suffer. So, tell me, can your science prevent all that?”

Charlie turned to the Ancient One. “No, but we can erase it. Because once we are done with the stones, we can return each one to its own timeline at the moment it was taken.” Charlie took the illusionary Time Stone, placing it back into the projection. “So, chronologically, in that reality, it never left.”

“Strange trained you well, Charlotte.” The Ancient One smiled. “But you are leaving out the most important part; in order to return the stones, you must survive.”

“We will. I will. I promise.” Bruce answered.

“I can't risk this Reality on a promise. It is the duty of the Sorcerer Supreme to protect the Time Stone.”

Charlie’s eyes suddenly darkened as she approached the Ancient One. “I made that exact same promise. I swore an oath.” She turned away, before whipping around, shouting at the woman. “If it’s the “Sorcerer Supreme’s duty” then why the hell did Stephen just give it away!?”

The Ancient One let out a surprised gasp, holding the shaking girl’s shoulders. “What did you say?”

“Stephen! He gave it away, he just—just gave it to Thanos!” Charlie yelled, willing tears away from her eyes. She was done crying for him.

“Willingly?”

“Yes!”

“...why?”

Charlie scoffed, turning away from the woman.

“I have no idea. Maybe he made a mistake.” Bruce reasoned.

“Or I did.” The Ancient One mumbled. She quickly returned Bruce to his Hulk body, Charlie turning to her in confusion. She opened the Eye of Aggamotto. “Strange is meant to be the best of us.”

“So if he gave it away...” Bruce trailed off.

“... he must have done it for a reason.” Charlie gasped, racing over. “That’s it! He used the stone and looked into the future!” Charlie let out a laugh of relief and a little tingle of joy. “This is one big plan!”

“I fear you might be right.” The Ancient One responded, handing Charlie the Time Stone.

Charlie looked up at the Ancient One. “Thank you.”

“I’m counting on you both. We all are.” The woman smiled. “Stay strong, Charlotte.”

The girl nodded, turning back to Bruce, as their suit reappeared on them. They were about to sync back into the quantum void, when—

“Ancient One!”

Charlie heard Bruce let out a soft gasp, the girl turning around. Her eyes widened, a soft smile gracing her face.

A little girl, nine years old with her light brown hair up in pigtails and a little dress on her small body, stood in the door frame where Bruce had previously attempted to enter.

“Hello Charlotte.” The Ancient One replied, walking over to the little girl and lifting her into her arms.

“Daddy sent me to fetch you.” She muttered, leaning her head on the woman’s shoulder.

“Well, let’s go find your mother and father, then.” The Ancient One replied, walking through the door.

Little Charlotte looked up and made eye contact with Charlie. She smiled at her younger self, before the two were pulled back into the quantum void.

- - - - - -

Charlie stood in the room with the others, as Bruce held the gauntlet in his hands. After much debate it was decided that he’d be the one to use it.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., do me a favor and activate protocol 8.” Tony commanded, the compound going on lockdown.

Charlie formed a large shield, Scott standing behind her. She and Bruce shared a glance, before he smiled.

“Everybody comes home...”

Bruce slid the gauntlet onto his hand, the power surge immediately overwhelming him as he screamed and grunted in pain.

“Tony...!” Charlie yelled, panicking watching her friend suffer.

“Take it off, take it off!” Thor yelled with concern.

“No wait!” Steve interjected. “Bruce, are you alright?!”

Tony had a nervous edge to his voice. “Talk to me, Banner.”

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” Bruce grunted, Thor giving a thumbs up.

Bruce screamed through the pain, raising his arm as suddenly—

Snap!

With a burst of light, Bruce fainted, falling to the ground as the gauntlet slid off his arm. Clint kicked the weapon away.

Charlie and Tony ran to him, the man sterilizing the wound as she began to create a spell, attempting to heal his burnt and charred arm. Steve called the giant’s name.

“Did it work?” Bruce gasped, grasping onto Steve’s arm like a lifeline.

“Worth a shot. It’s over, it’s okay.”

Charlie kept working, pausing when she heard Scott shout; “guys... I think it worked!”

Bruce opened his eyes to see Thanos’ ship in the sky above them, with a missile heading towards them. Charlie whipped her head up, not having enough time to scream before the missile hit, a large explosion ripping through the room. A continuous array of missiles fired down on the compound until it was decimated.

Charlie heaved dust into her lungs, her ears ringing intensely and her vision blurred. She heard Steve’s muffled voice, a sudden heavy weight lifted off her body as a scream ripped through her throat.

Darkness.

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weartirondad · 5 years

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Hell’s Frozen (I’m Getting You Out)

A/N: I’m not even going to try to explain this on here. Check the note on FF.net or ao3 if you’re interested in the story behind this mess.

nebula, tony & peter, post IW

“Are you ready, Stark?” Captain America’s voice filtered through the intercom. It sounded tinny and far away and ran down Tony’s spine like ice water, making him shudder at the thought of how alone he was.

It wasn’t that he was completely alone, he acknowledged as his gaze grazed his partner swiftly. Half- alien, half- android and full of spite and a blood-curdling thirst for vengeance. If he had to reverse the effects that had randomly eliminated half the universe then Nebula wasn’t the worst to have on his side, not even close.

Maybe it would’ve been nicer if she would joke like he usually did before shit hit the fan, hiding his fear behind a mask of snark. She barely reacted to his jibes, hyper-focused on what lay before them. Which, if he was being honest, was probably a good idea.

So, no, not completely alone.

He would even go as far as to call her something akin to a friend and, without the shadow of a doubt, a trustworthy team mate. She rarely talked but she rarely had to. They were alike in a lot of ways, Tony had realized over the time they had spent together, and so very different in others. There were enough similarities and contrasts to make them work seamlessly as a team.

“I have never been readier for anything in my life,” he responded after a moment, keeping his voice steady and strong through sheer force of will alone. “I’ve been preparing for this for two years.”

It was the truth, too.

It’s been two years.

Two years spent planning and training for this one final fight.

Two years grieving everyone they had lost and building their resolve to get them back.

Two years that seemed surreal and somehow realer than anything he had ever lived through.

Two years that had felt like he was being cut open by the blunt knife that was losing a kid over and over again but that had healed other parts in him with the padding of tiny footsteps and happy cries of ‘Daddy’.

A lot had changed in two years and yet it felt like nothing had changed at all.

He had never really come back from Titan, at least not all parts of him. Not even the most important parts of him had made it back to earth in that clattering, rattling tin can that Starlord had called his ship.

Now he was back here on the planet where everything had been taken from him and he was about to get it all back.

Hell yeah, he was ready!

He let his mask retreat from his face and hissed when the cold air hit his face. His breath was coming out foggy, the cold a stark contrast to how he remembered the planet. As much as it hurt, the dark blue sky that had replaced the orange one he never did stop dreaming about made it easier not to fall back into the panic that was only an inch from the surface at any given time. It was easier to keep a clear head with the air cutting into his skin like a knife. The pain kept him centered.

Nebula was the first to move. She took a step towards where the man, that had called himself her father but had never been more than her tormenter, lay unconscious on the ground. Her stride didn’t waver and her guard never faltered when she kneeled down beside him, pulling the gauntlet off of his cold hands with an unprecedented gentleness.

When they had made the plan, this had been the one variable they hadn’t been sure of. They knew where Thanos would be but they hadn’t had any idea if he was still alive and, if so, how strong he would still be. As it was, this right there was the best case scenario Tony had never counted on. It felt wrong for something so life changing to be so easy.

The moment she had pulled the gauntlet off, she let it drop to the ground with a hiss and it landed on the frozen ground with a loud clong. It was all Tony could do to stare at her burnt hand in shock.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, already moving towards her in a way he did whenever Morgan cried out in pain, but she gave her usual sharp nod and ignored him in favor of smiling down humorlessly at the man that had taken everything from her.

“I’m sorry,” she said after a moment, ignoring the demands for information from the other side of the galaxy in both their ears. Understanding dawned on him before she started talking again and it made his stomach coil in dread but, like hers, his resolve never wavered, if anything he stood up a little straighter.

“I won’t be able to wield the gauntlet,” she explained for everyone they had left back on Earth but her eyes were locked with his, a silent apology that made his throat run dry. She had been so ready to die, to give her life for everyone else and to prove her worth to herself and even that had been taken from her. “The stones won’t accept some machine as their master. It needs to be a living being.”

Tony could hear the screams on the other side. Could hear Rogers even over Thor’s loud hollering, both screaming that there had to be another way.

“Listen, Stark, don’t do anything stupid,” the Captain’s authority bled through every word but it couldn’t cover up Steve Roger’s panic, “We’ll find another way. We’ll do it some other time. We’ll send someone else up there with you.”

“There is no other way, Cap,” he told him gently even as he eyed the piece of metal that might very well be his downfall, “You’re needed on Earth the moment our purple raisin comes back to fight you. All of you need to be there to kill him, otherwise this would have all been for nothing. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“You might not be able to live at all.” Nebula’s voice cut through everything else and he met her gaze, warmer than anything he had ever seen on her before. “You could die.” There was a humanity bleeding through that she always covered up in fear of it being exploited.

He understood where she was coming from. Not too long ago he had been like this.

He jerked his head in a nod, tears trickling down his cheeks and freezing on his skin before they could hit his goatee. “If it’s my life for half the universe… It’s not even a question,” he told her quietly and even quieter, almost a whisper that he was sure wouldn’t be picked up on comms, he added, “My life for his life. There’s no way I’m not doing this.”

She understood like he knew she would but back in Wakanda Steve was still screaming.

“Stark! You can’t do this! Think of your family. Think of Pepper. Damn it, think of your daughter! You can’t sacrifice yourself. I won’t let you.”

Tony blinked the tears away, the mask coming back up to cover his face the second the nanites sensed his final decision.

(A parent choosing their kid’s life over their own wasn’t really a choice as much as it was a deeply ingrained instinct.)

“It’s not your choice to make, Steve,” he told his teammate and former friend steadily, “And you can be sure I’m going to fight it with everything I’ve got so I can come home to my kids. Both of them. I don’t want to die.” For the first time in his life there was no lie in his words.

“Rhodey,” he addressed his unusually quiet best friend that he knew was listening, “You know what to do should I not make it back.”

The response took nearly minute but it came because Rhodey would always have his back and Tony closed his eyes at the familiar warm in his heart when he heard the voice that had been by his side for most of his life, “I do, Tones. But I’m going to kick your ass six ways from Sunday if you don’t make it back.”

He couldn’t bring his lips to form the ‘I love you’ burning on his tongue but he knew Rhodey knew. He wouldn’t say goodbye. Not yet.

“Be ready,” he told them, his voice strong and sure – a lie, optimism, a flicker of hope maybe? “Give him all you’ve got. I want you to give me a play by play about how you managed to impale the grape head when all this is over. I’m counting on it.”

“We are ready, Stark.” Thor’s voice echoed through his helmet when it was apparent that Steve wouldn’t answer. “As always, it is an honor to be fighting by your side.”

Something in him steeled at the words and the images of other fights they had come out of on top flicked through his head, giving him the power to kneel next to the gauntlet and lift it up.

The moment his gloves touched the weapon, almost all of his armor assembled on his left hand, leaving only the bare minimum to cover the rest of his body. Somehow he knew that it didn’t need as much protection right then.

Somehow it felt like he had been destined to do this.

And it sounded way too cheesy even in his own ears but when he picked up the only instrument in the universe that could control all six infinity stones, it molded around his reinforced hand until it fit him perfectly where it used to fit a guy three times his size.

He was almost inclined to believe in magic when his eyes traveled to the spot where his kid had disintegrated in his arms. The place where he had learned what it meant to lose something so integrally a part of him that the mere thought of going on without it killed him. And then it didn’t – it hadn’t killed him and living had been that much harder.

Two years.

Tony had told Steve that he didn’t want to die and he had meant it but if his death meant Peter would come back then he knew he’d die at peace with himself. There was no cutting the wire for this. No way he would pass up on the opportunity or ever choose differently.

No parent should ever have to outlive their child. He had learned that the hard way and he couldn’t do it one more day. If that made him selfish? Then he would let them call him that. As long as his family was alive, nothing else mattered.

The superhero closed his eyes then, blocking out the big red X that was the place he expected Peter to reappear in and concentrated on the power that surged through his body all at once.

Suddenly he could see everything, all the riddles that the no one had yet been able to answer, the reason why everything was the way it was. The pieces fell together like a puzzle – like they had always been there, only hidden from his view.

He knew and felt everything. Every soul, living or dead, that had ever walked in this galaxy was suddenly a part of him and he understood. It was too much for a mortal like him, he knew that rationally and – a distant part of him felt the pain that was surging from his left hand through his entire body.

The power he possessed in that moment almost brought him to his knees and he lost sight of why he was doing this in the first place. Only for a minute but then Peter was standing in front of him. No. That couldn’t be right, he could swear his eyes were still closed.

Still, Peter was there looking up at him with his big brown eyes alight with unconditional love. Alive?

“Mr. Stark?” he asked and his voice was shaking, he sounded afraid all of the sudden and Tony hated it. Who the hell dared to scare his child like that?

“Daddy?”

His thoughts came to a screeching halt when his little girl appeared next to Peter, holding on to his legs that were still clad in the Spidersuit. And it didn’t make sense. Because Morgan had never gotten to meet her big brother, had never gotten to cling to him or hide behind him when she was scared. Peter had never gotten to lay a protective hand on her head like he was doing now.

They had never –

“You have to let the stones go,” they both said and they were both crying and he knew he was crying, too, felt the tears streaming down his face the same way he felt a flower way back on Earth breaking its way through the ground in need for air. He felt with every ounce of his being how life was being reformed in that moment and he basked in the joy of it but something was still wrong.

His children were still crying.

“Come back to us,” they begged him, now both pulling on the gauntlet that he was now realizing was burning its way through his suit slowly but surely. “Come back,” they demanded with a last tug and then he felt himself tumbling to the ground, his knees scraping over the freezing ground-

Wait. No, that wasn’t right.

He blinked and tried to wrap his mind around the dusty ground lit with the bright orange of a slowly dying sun.

A hand was on his shoulder suddenly and he looked up to find Nebula staring back at him, her eyes more expressive than he had ever seen them. Was she crying? Could androids cry? Why did he feel like he had known the answer to that at some point? Why were they here on this orange planet? Why had he expected it to be frozen?

Before he could utter a single one of his questions, voices were in his ear, screaming. He flinched.

“God dammit, Stark, answer!”

“Tony I swear to fucking god if you sacrificed your stupid –“

“Are you there, Tones?”

“Nebula! What’s the status?”

“Titan.” The word broke through his cracked lips, rolled off his dry tongue and suddenly everything came back and his body felt too light and too heavy all at once. He couldn’t hold it up so he let it drop down.

“Tones!” was the only thing that got through to him then, as well as Nebula’s hand still on his shoulder.

“He’s alive,” she finally said, voice cracking on the two words when her eyes focused on something a little off to his side. “They’re coming back.”

That seemed to be the only incentive that his body needed to scramble over to the place he could find with eyes closed because he had revisited it in his dreams every night. He knew the rocks that were going to cut into his legs and the pit he would stumble into before he even took the first step.

But there was one difference to his dreams.

Where he would usually grasp at thin air, hands coming away covered in dust, his fingers now hit a solid body.

Trembling, cold and bloody. But solid. And alive?

“Peter.”

The name left his lips like a lifeline. It was a plea and a curse and a prayer. He was too afraid to open his eyes, scared of not finding what he needed to see. Scared that if he wouldn’t, he would die again. There was no way he could go through that a second time.

He did, though, and when his eyes found him his heart soared only to then clench painfully.

The boy’s eyes were closed but his face was contorted into a painful grimace. He wasn’t moving, not even a twitch of a muscle to tell him whether or not he was alive. There were no signs of any open wounds when Tony looked him up and down and because of the suit he couldn’t check his breathing. Just –

His mouth twitched.

Tony fell forward, cradling him in his arms, when Peter’s eyes fluttered open and stared up at him and for a moment he just looked at him. His face giving nothing away, as if he was too out of it to form facial expression, as if his muscle memory was still coming back.

“Pete,” Tony whispered again, pulling him up until he was halfway sitting and he could see his eyes moving back and forth – unfocussed all of the sudden – until they came back to rest on him. He opened his mouth and-

Gibberish.

The billionaire superhero couldn’t make out a single word that left the teenager’s lips but he didn’t have to. Peter was alive and he was breathing and he was talking and –

“Mis – Mis’er Stark?”

“Hey buddy,” he whispered through tears because he couldn’t raise his voice over the barely audible volume. He tried to say more but two years of grief were sitting on his chest and they pushed down on it with all their force. All the agony of life without Peter had to leave his body before he could choke out something that resembled an “Okay?” and he just hoped Peter would understand.

Peter who was alive.

Peter who was breathing heavily but he was breathing. Peter who was laying in his arms, eyes wide with shock and something wise and sad in them that Tony wished he would never have to see again. Peter who fell forward, forehead hitting Tony’s shoulder. Peter who, upon contact, started shaking and sobbing in his arms.

He held the boy’s trembling body that seemed so much smaller than a regular teenager right now that reminded him more of the first time he had held his newborn child. The now toddler who was waiting for him at home. And finally he gave into his own need and buried his face in the dirty, sweaty curls in a way he had never done before because they hadn’t been there yet. (His words. He never regretted anything more in his life.)

PeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeter-

His whole being centered around the boy that was clinging to him, that allowed himself to fall completely apart in his arms. And he cried.

Tony cried for everything he had lost and for everything he just got back. He cried for everything his kid had lost and for every damn thing he would make sure he would get from now on. The tear tracks felt like burn marks, like a tattoo permanently etched into his skin to tell the world of all the loss he had to endure.

But it didn’t matter. His tears didn’t matter. All that mattered was the kid in his arms.

“Pete?” he whispered, trying to call onto the last piece of his soul that wasn’t shattered and that now had two years of parenting practice, “Hey bud. You’re alright, you’re safe. I’ve got you.” Over and over he whispered soft reassurances into his ear until Peter’s sobs had quietened down to heartbreaking sniffles. All the while he was alternating between massaging his scalp and pressing a kiss into his hair. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m here, Pete.”

“Mis’er Stark?” The teenager’s voice was muffled by his shirt and stuttering through hiccups. “I-I wa-as s-so scared. I-I’m so so-sorry. I-“

“Shh. None of that,” he interrupted him gently, hand moving to his neck to hold him even closer, glad when the kid only buried into him more instead of moving way. “None of this is your fault, okay? I know you were scared but I’m here now, okay? We’ll get you home and you’re never going to be alone again. How’s that sound?”

Peter nodded, small hands making a move to curl around Tony’s shirt more firmly, “’S good. Really wanna go home,” he sniffled before Tony felt his eyes flutter close against his neck.

“I’m getting you home, kid.”

A promise, a vow. And the second the words had left his mouth, he felt the kid’s body go limp in his arms because he trusted him to keep him safe. And Tony would. This time he would get to hold on.

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Whatever It Takes: Chapter Eleven

A Loki x Reader based in the Tesseract fic universe! Avengers: Infinity War follow-up fic. Next in the Tesseract fic series. Links to Tesseract, Lokasenna, What Heroes Do, and Fidelity. Also to my AU Feel You.

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Just a forewarning, this one has a major POV shift from the past entries, since Reader was Dusted at the end of Fidelity! Keeping with my recent trend in fic titles, it’s named after a track on the official soundtrack. I also constantly watch this Video, and recommend it to hype you up!

Thor and I sat anxiously awaiting Tony’s return to the meeting room with the new gauntlet. My stomach turned over and over, and I bounced my knee rapidly in an attempt to release the nervous energy. Thor sat next to me, squeezing my shoulder with a knowing look.

“You’ll see her soon, brother.” Thor said softly. “Everything will be over soon.”

Tony and Bruce walked in, carrying the container that the new gauntlet resided in. They set it gingerly on the table, and we all stood around, looking at the marvel of technology.

“All right.” Rocket said. “The glove’s ready. Question is, who’s gonna snap their freaking fingers?”

“I’ll do it.” Thor said.

“Excuse me?” Scott balked.

“It’s ok.” Thor said, stepping forward.

“Wait wait wait, Thor, just wait.” Steve cautioned, holding Thor back. “We haven’t decided who’s gonna put that on yet.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Thor snapped. “What, were you just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?”

“We should at least discuss it.” I cautioned, hoping to calm my still unstable brother down.

“Look, us sitting here and staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back.” Thor argued, “I’m the strongest Avenger, okay? So this responsibility falls upon me. It’s my duty.”

“It’s not that…” Tony clarified.

“It’s just…. Stop it! Just let me.” Thor continued, tearing up. “Just let me do it, just let me do something good. Something great.”

“Look… It’s not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent, I’m telling you that you’re in no condition.” Tony said firmly.

“What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?” Thor asked.

“Cheese Whiz?” Rhodey retorted.

“Lightning.” Thor corrected.

“Yea.” Tony agreed sarcastically.

“Lightning won’t help you, pal.” Bruce said, stepping forward somberly. “It’s gotta be me. You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive.”

“How do we know that you will?” Steve asked.

“We don’t.” Bruce conceded. “But the radiation’s mostly gamma. It’s like…. I was made for this.”

“Good to go, yeah?” Tony confirmed.

“Let’s do it.” Bruce agreed.

“You remember… everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago and just bringing them back to now, to today.” Tony stressed, “Don’t change anything from the last five years.”

“Got it.” Bruce said.

Everyone braced themselves as Bruce stepped up to the gauntlet. Thor shielded Rocket, and Tony activated his armor to shield himself and Barton.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., do me a favor and activate Barn Door Protocol.” Tony said as he engaged his helmet.

“Yes boss.” the AI responded, beginning to close off the room with solid metal panels all around.

“Everybody comes home.” Bruce murmured, before placing his hand into the gauntlet.

The second that the gauntlet was on, the power of the stones surged up Bruce’s arm. He cried out in pain, sinking to his knees as the gauntlet continued to emit its energy.

“Take it off.” Thor shouted, “Take it off!”

“No, wait.” Steve shouted in return. “Bruce, are you okay?”

“Talk to me, Banner.” Tony added.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” Bruce reassured, still groaning and fighting the intense pain coursing through his body.

He continued to fight to raise his arm, straining to get his fingers into position. With one final effort, Banner managed to snap his fingers, and he collapsed to the ground. The gauntlet slid from his arm, and Clint immediately kicked it away from him.

“Bruce!” Steve called out, hoping to wake him.

“Don’t move him.” Tony cautioned, spraying Banner’s damaged arm with medical spray as Bruce began to wake.

“Did it work?” Bruce asked.

“Worth a shot.” Thor said, “It’s over. It’s okay.”

The panels removed themselves, opening up the room to natural light again. Scott walked towards some outside windows, seeing several birds flying around.

Clint’s phone began to ring, his wife’s face lighting up the screen as it buzzed.

“Honey.” Clint said, struggling to speak when he answered the phone. “Honey.”

“Guys… I think it worked!” Scott said, grinning from ear to ear.

Without warning, every hair in my body stood on end, and I dove to protect as many as I could with a shield. A single missile blew into the Compound, destroying the room we had been in. A continuous array of missiles continued to rain down, destroying the base completely and decimating the surrounding terrain.

I lost consciousness for a moment, coming do with debris surrounding me on all sides. Thor was rousing himself as well. We were surrounded by rubble, and some smaller pieces covered us. Groaning, I stood with Thor’s assistance, my back aching in protest.

“Mayday, mayday!” Rhodey’s voice called out through the coms, “Does anybody copy? We’re in a lower level, it’s flooding!”

“What?” Scott’s voice responded, “Wait, I’m here! Can you hear me?”

With Scott assisting them, Thor walked to find a way out of the rubble. I walked, trying to find anyone else that might have survived closeby. I did find Tony, though he was not buried by anything and was actually seeking Steve. I assisted in his search, finding his shield first.

“Come on buddy.” Tony said from around a corner, causing me to follow and notice Steve on the ground. “Wake up. That’s my man.” Tony took the shield from me, passing it to Steve. “You lose this again, I’m keeping it.”

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“You mess with time, it tends to mess back.” Tony answered. “You’ll see.”

Tony and I helped Steve to his feet, and then walked to where Thor stood, looking over the destroyed grounds to where a single figure sat among the rubble. Thanos.

“What’s he been doing?” Tony asked.

“Absolutely nothing.” Thor answered, staring at the Titan.

“Where are the stones?” Steve asked.

“Somewhere under all of this.” Tony answered. “All I know is he doesn’t have them.”

“So we keep it that way.” Tony said.

“You know it’s a trap, right?” I asked.

“Yea.” Tony said. “And I don’t much care.”

“Good.” Thor said, his eyes beginning to glow. “Just as long as we are all in agreement.” Lightning crackled in the overcast sky, and he summoned both Stormbreaker and 2013’s Mjolnir to his hands. “Let’s kill him properly this time.”

I nodded, my armor shimmering into existence, and my knives appearing in my hands. We walked slowly down to where Thanos sat, and he made no motions to move as we approached and began to surround him.

“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to me.” Thanos mused. “I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”

“Yep.” Tony quipped, “We’re all kinds of stubborn.”

“I'm thankful. Because now, I know what I must do.” Thanos stood, putting his helmet on and grabbing his double-bladed sword. “I will shred this universe down to its last atom.And then...With the stones you've collected for me, create a new one. Teeming with life, but knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given. A grateful universe.”

“Born out of blood.” Steve said.

“They’ll never know it.” Thanos countered, “Because you won’t be alive to tell them.”

Thanos moved in, swinging his sword at Thor, who blocked the strike easily with Stormbreaker. The three friends moved as a well-oiled machine, bouncing their attacks off of and through one another to make them more efficient. Thor and I fought as we had in days long past, not needing so much as a word between us to know what to do next.

Arms radiated from the back of Tony’s armor. “Okay, Thor. Hit me.” he instructed, aiming his repulsors at Thanos.

Thor used the combined power of Stormbreaker, Mjolnir, and his own innate power to summon lighting straight into the arms of Tony’s suit, allowing Tony to blast Thanos with a super-concentrated beam of pure energy. Thanos managed to deflect the blow, coming close enough to throw Tony across the clearing, knocking him out briefly.

Steve, Thor and I continued to battle the Titan, our attacks becoming more and more quickly overwhelmed. Thor and I were thrown in opposite directions, and I was winded as I landed heavily on a large piece of concrete. I fought to stand as Thanos pressed Stormbreaker towards Thor’s chest, trying as hard as I could to save my brother. Mjolnir flew across the sky, hitting Thanos in the head and saving Thor for a moment. The hammer soared back across the clearing, directly into Steve’s hand as he stood mere feet from me.

“I knew it!” Thor cackled with joy, as Steve began to use the hammer in combination with his own shield to begin pounding Thanos.

I staggered as I tried to stand, Tony and Thor still laying defenseless as Steve held his own. Thanos had managed to gain an upper hand, knocking Mjolnir out of Steve’s grip. As Thanos destroyed Steve’s shield with his double-bladed sword, Thanos threw Steve across the battlefield, isolating him.

Steve shakily tried to stand, Mjolnir far from his mind as he stared down the Titan.

“ In all my years of conquest...violence...slaughter... It was never personal.” Thanos said, approaching Steve slowly. “But I'll tell you now... what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet... I'm gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.”

As Thanos spoke, his ship beamed down all of the Black Order, the Chitauri, and others that Thanos had recruited to his side. Steve slowly stood up, his face set with a fierce determination. He tightened his broken shield to his arm, and braced to stand against Thanos’ army alone. He looked to me, then Mjolnir, then nodded slowly.

I stood in front of my brother, helping him to his feet as best I could. Thor called Mjolnir to himself, and then tossed it towards me. As a reflex, I attempted to catch it and prevent it from falling, knowing that I would simply be dragged to the ground, as always.

Except I wasn’t.

I stood, awestruck and frozen in disbelief as Mjolnir rested in my hand, its weight more than easy to manage.

“You’re worthy, little brother.” Thor smiled, gripping my shoulder as I stood in complete bewilderment and awe of the weapon I held in my hand. “I’m proud of you.”

My heart seemed as though it would burst, the support of my brother and the idea of worthiness more than I could process. Despite all of the wrongs I had done, all of the pain I had caused, I was still worthy? Tears welled in my eyes, and I gripped the handle tighter.

“Cap, you hear me?” came a crackling voice through the coms, it’s connection faint, but growing.

“Cap, it’s Sam.” he said, “Can you hear me?”

A yellow portal appeared behind Steve as Thor and I ran to him, joined by Tony.

“On your left.” Sam said, and the flare of sunlight pouring from the portal was interrupted by three figures.

Okoye walked from the portal, alongside the Black Panther and Shuri, fully restored and ready to fight. T’Challa nodded slowly at Cap, and Sam soared in from above in his Falcon armor. As Falcon flew above our heads, dozens more portals opened up all around the battlefield, from all sorts of planets and places.

Doctor Strange descended from one of them, followed by the rest of the Guardians crew that had been dusted five years prior. More and more people began to arrive from all corners of the universe, some backed up with forces of their own. As the Wakandan army begins to pour through the portal, my eyes rest on the one person I had been thinking of for five years.

(Y/N) was back. Her hands glowed with the magic she had learned while in Asgard, and her face was set in a fierce look of determination that set something alive inside of me. My heart raced as I tried to think of a way to safely reach her, to speak with her for the first time in too long. I was brought back to the reality of the present by Steve’s yelling.

“AVENGERS!” He bellowed, re-invigorated by the sight of all of his allies. He reached out for Mjolnir, which I gladly released.

“Assemble.”

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