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Warning: This fic contains very dark themes - Please see tags/warnings below the summary.
Universe One - The Original
Universe Two - The Barista
Universe Three - The Therapist
Universe Four - The Student
Summary
In every universe there's a version of you that exists. In some of those universes, you're in love with me; in others, you don't even know my name. None of it matters though, because when I find you, I will have you, I'll make you love me, and I will never lose you again.
Inclusivity
Reader is not race coded, reader lives in New York, USA but isn't necessarily American, reader is not religion coded, reader is smaller than Miguel but like...so is almost everyone, reader is female.
Tags/Warnings
Some additional tags may be added as the fic progresses. I have done my best to compile a comprehensive list of warnings, but as a reminder, this is a very dark fic and the content may not be suitable for all readers.
NSFW, dub-con due to identity issues, non-con, rape, obsession, Miguel is not Spider-Man, does NOT take place in the MCU, Miguel is a physicist, Miguel needs therapy, smut, violence, blood play, yandere, protective, obsessive, possessive, murder, suicide, drunk driving, anal sex, oral sex, major character death, romance, angst. - Some (not as triggering) tags were left out in order to avoid spoilers.
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We're finally in spring (hopefully!). Plenty of time to go outside with a nice coffee and get some reading done. I read some incredible fics this month!
april
392,534 words read over 35 fics (average of 11,215 words per fic, not including wips) 📈 20% from March
current total for the year: 1,378,159 words
a handful of fic recs
Till there were no more wolves in the West by @dharmasharks
stucky | E | 71.6k
It's Time to Live by @bittersweet-in-boston
stucky | E | 37k
I Need To Be Youthfully Felt 'Cause God, I Never Felt Young by sangha
stucky | E | 2k
Between New York and What Comes Knocking by @dontcallmebree
stucky | T | 2k
CA:TWS 10th Anniversary Ficlets (Stucky) by @voylitscope
stucky | G | 3.3k
April by @xoxobuckybarnes
stucky | E | 3.2k
Tried to drift but don't know how by @dharmasharks
stucky | E | 10.4k
I'll hold on a little tighter (maybe you'll stay the night) by glittercake
stucky | E | 10.3k
Baby Steps by @bluesimplicity73
stucky | M | 115k
series recs
E is for Escort by VenusDoom3
stucky | 3 fics | E | 21.7k
All's fair in [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] by redcigar
stucky | 3 fics | M | 10k
a couple of author recs
this_wayward_life (@wayward-lives)
recs: In the Light of the Candles [stucky | 1.7k], Think I Found Myself a Cheerleader [stucky | 2.4k], Soft [stucky, 2.4k]
@moodymelanist
recs: but they've got planes [stucky, 1.7k], sometimes i hold you closer (just to know you're real) [stucky, 1k]
currently streaming
wips started this month
Damage Gets Done by @bonky-bornes
stucky | N/A | 4/7
wips completed this month
feel your heart take root in your body by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place
sam x riley | M | 28k
be kind, rewind
older fics or rereads
Feast On This by goldblooded (@duelingnebulas)
stucky | E | 11k
bruise-resistant by mcwho
stucky | E | 3.5k
less talk, a little more touch by @endofadream
stucky | E | 2.3k
Number of Years by @missbeizy
stucky | E | 8k
Deliver Me to Destiny by what_alchemy
stucky | T | 2.4k
Steve's Favorite Thing by Just_a_m_ss
stucky | E | 3.3k
The Fire We Make by @chiyume
stucky | E | 8.8k
Sized Up by @duchessonfire
stucky | E | 3k
non-mcu recs
Tuesday (Break My Heart) by pansys_goth_gf
buck x eddie (911) | T | 10k
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Potential spoilers below the cut, but a super interesting article.
Some non-spoiler pull quotes:
Tom is my producing partner in a true sense. Before we had any writers or directors, it was Tom and I for months building this story out. We had a 30-page document that was like, This is what the show is: TVA, He Who Remains — even Victor Timely was in that first document years ago. And it’s just carried through.
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This is maybe — not maybe — this is the first Marvel series to never have any additional photography. The story that is on screen is the story we set out to make.
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We were casting, and “Everything Everywhere All at Once” was playing in L.A. and in New York, but it hadn’t gone nationwide yet. I think it was going the very next week. We had gotten a call from our casting director who said, “Hey, I’m about to put together a list for OB — just initial thoughts. But before I do that, I really think you guys should meet Ke, and I think it should be Ke. I think you guys should meet with him quick, because probably by Monday, he’s going to have a lot of offers for different things.”
Of the eight live-action TV shows that Marvel Studios has produced for Disney+ to date, only one has concluded with the explicit promise of a second season: That would be “Loki,” the outrageously entertaining series about Tom Hiddleston’s god of mischief and his metaphysical exploits in the Time Variance Authority.
It turns out, those plans were already in the works before a second of “Loki” had ever streamed. As executive producer Kevin Wright explains to Variety, he and Hiddleston began talking about Season 2 of the show while in production on the third episode of Season 1.
“As we were shooting the ‘Lamentis’ episode, Tom and I started having lots of conversations about how this world could build out, how we dive deeper into it,” he says. “A large part of what we wanted to do was not trying to repeat ourselves, and not try to play the hits.” At the same time, he adds, they also wanted to make sure didn’t start Season 2 by “fast-forwarding through the drama” of the Season 1 finale.
And so much happened in that finale. To recap: Loki and his variant-turned-potential-soulmate Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino) arrive at the end of time, where they meet the creator of the TVA, He Who Remains (Jonathan Majors) — the variant of the supervillain Kang who won a massive multiversal war. To prevent future Kangs from emerging, He Who Remains has used the TVA to maintain a single, sacred timeline — pruning away trillions of potential lives in the process. He gives Sylvie and Loki an impossible choice: Replace him as the head of the TVA, or kill him and bring forth an infinite number of Kangs.
Loki wants the first option; Sylvie wants the second. She wins, kills He Who Remains, and boots Loki back to an alternate version of the TVA, where previous compatriots Mobius (Owen Wilson) and Hunter B-15 (Wunmi Mosaku) don’t remember ever meeting him.
Variety has screened the first four (of six) episodes of “Loki,” and without spoiling anything, Season 2 picks up pretty much exactly where the first season left off — before then charting its own storytelling path. The full cast has returned, including Gugu Mbatha-Raw as former TVA judge Ravonna Renslayer and Eugene Cordero as TVA functionary Casey. And Majors returns as well as He Who Remains, in addition to another Kang variant, a 19th century inventor named Victor Timely. They’re joined by new actors including Kate Dickie (“Game of Thrones”), Rafael Casal (“Blindspotting”) and recent Oscar-winner Ke Huy Quan as TVA technician Ouroboros, aka “OB.”
Behind the scenes, there have been some changes from Season 1. The series’ original director Kate Herron and head writer Michael Waldron both stepped back to focus on other projects. In their places, “Moon Knight’s” Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead have stepped in as lead directors, and Season 1 writer Eric Martin stepped up as head writer for Season 2.
To delve into the second season of “Loki,” Wright talked with Variety about casting Quan just before his performance in the multiverse spectacular “Everything Everywhere All at Once” changed the actor’s life forever; what the future of “Loki” the show and Loki the character might be following Season 2; and how Majors’ arrest in March for assault did (or did not) affect their plans for Season 2.
What were the discussions like about how to approach Season 2?
I think we had to just keep reminding ourselves that the TVA is a great world, let’s live in the drama of what we’re creating there. Which means not fast-forwarding through the drama that they just decided to stop pruning timelines, but also staying in the emotional turmoil that Loki and Sylvie are coming into this season with.
Also, there were certain things in Season 1 that felt like they were maybe a risk, and we didn’t know how the audience would respond. Once we realized that they embraced it, it felt like a lot of freedom to go further.
What did you feel was a risk?
In a very early draft of the script that Michael Waldron had written, that first Time Theater conversation between Mobius and Loki was maybe a couple of pages. And then a lot of other big Marvel-y action things happened afterwards, and we all went, “That’s not the interesting stuff. This Time Theater conversation is interesting. That’s what the show could be.” If we are really diving into the character-driven philosophy and introspection of self, that’s quite different than the last 10 years of Marvel movies. Would the audience follow us along on that?
Tom Hiddleston famously held seminars on the character of Loki for Season 1. Did he do anything like that for Season 2?
No, because we tried to bring back as much crew as we could from Season 1. It was largely the same team. Obviously, we went from Atlanta to London [for production], but a lot of our department heads carried over, so there was an institutional knowledge that was built in. And Tom is my producing partner in a true sense. Before we had any writers or directors, it was Tom and I for months building this story out. We had a 30-page document that was like, This is what the show is: TVA, He Who Remains — even Victor Timely was in that first document years ago. And it’s just carried through.
So even as Kate Herron kind of handed the reins over at the end of Season 1, there is an institutional knowledge that comes with us being the glue between the seasons.
You mentioned He Who Remains and Victor Timely. You finished shooting Season 2 in 2022, but did Jonathan Majors’ arrest for assault in March resulted in any changes to the show?
No. This is maybe — not maybe — this is the first Marvel series to never have any additional photography. The story that is on screen is the story we set out to make. We went out there with a very specific idea of what we wanted this to be, and we found a way to tell it in that production period. It’s very much what’s on screen on Disney+.
It’s clear that Majors plays an integral role this season, and you just alluded that Marvel usually does additional photography on all its titles. So was there any discussion about making changes to the show, given the uncertainty about what was happening with Majors?
No. And that mainly came from — I know as much as you do at the moment. It felt hasty to do anything without knowing how all of this plays out.
How early into the writing of Season 2 did you decide to cast Ke Huy Quan as OB?
We were in London, so I had at least some version of our scripts. The way the process works, they’re always being rewritten, but OB was in there, and his introduction scene was almost exactly as originally written. I would like to say it was in early spring, which was maybe just two months before we started shooting. We were casting, and “Everything Everywhere All at Once” was playing in L.A. and in New York, but it hadn’t gone nationwide yet. I think it was going the very next week. We had gotten a call from our casting director who said, “Hey, I’m about to put together a list for OB — just initial thoughts. But before I do that, I really think you guys should meet Ke, and I think it should be Ke. I think you guys should meet with him quick, because probably by Monday, he’s going to have a lot of offers for different things.”
So that that Friday, myself, Justin and Aaron, two of our directors, had gotten on a Zoom with Ke. We pitched him the show and this character. We shared that introduction scene with him and maybe the full script. And then we called in the big guns that Monday; Kevin Feige got on the phone with him and said, “Ke, I know you read the script. I know you talked to the guys. We really think you should do this. I really want you to join the Marvel family.” And he had already made up his mind over the weekend. It was like, “I’m there. I’ve been a huge fan of this for a long time.”
In Season 1, the show explored several time periods and locations outside the TVA, but in the first four episodes of this season, you stick to just 1880s Chicago, 1970s London and 1980s in the Midwest. How did you come to that decision to focus more on the TVA and building out its history?
Because that felt like where so much of our core character conflict was going to come from. There was so much intersectionality of our characters and what they think of the TVA. Sylvie wants to burn it down because the apple is rotten, as she says. Loki sees it as potentially the only form of defense against whatever else is coming in a war with Kang. Mobius and B-15, they’ve dedicated their whole life to it. They’re not quite ready to give it up. Renslayer feels like she’s been keeping it together, and you get a real understanding of why she thinks she should be the one to get this thing back on track.
We want everybody to be in the gray area — they’re neither good nor bad. They might make bad choices or heroic choices, but they are trying to figure out who they are. The TVA felt like the place where we could maximize that storytelling and learn more about those characters through that. But also stay tuned, because we are going to more places [in Episodes 5 and 6].
Do you think the TVA could start to appear in other titles in the MCU?
I would love that. Look, I’ve been siloed in on “Loki” for almost five years now, by the time this show finishes, and with every filmmaker who has put their hands on the show, we’ve all had the same conversations: It feels like the TVA could really be this exciting connective tool for all of this storytelling. And we’ve only seen a fraction of it. We’re dealing very specifically with this one smaller department with Mobius and B-15 and Renslayer, but you look out at those vistas — this place is infinite. The exciting thing to us is there certainly are more stories to be told there. We’ve carved out our own little corner of the sandbox and built something cool. We’re hoping that other people want to come and play with it.
One of the things I’ve most enjoyed about “Loki” is how it’s telling its own story, but have you considered bringing more of the MCU into it?
Yes, in both seasons of writers’ rooms. It always felt wrong to go too far outside of the box of things that would directly contribute to Loki’s character arc in these two seasons. So that’s why we get [Jaimie Alexander as] Sif in there [in Season 1], we play with the variants in the void and various levels of Asgard-specific storytelling. But while we’ve had nearly 12 hours of storytelling, it never feels like we have enough time. Eventually, just handling the stories of our ensemble and not shortchanging them has always been priority number one.
Now, Season 1 and 2 were always built to be two chapters of the same book. The hope would be going forward, there are more books that we can tell these stories with. I certainly think that we could start doing that.
Would there be a Season 3 of “Loki”? Is the future of the show finite or more open-ended?
I think it’s open-ended. We certainly did not develop this season going, “We have to tee up Season 3” — in the way that we did with Season 1, where there was a very specific, “Hey, we’re coming back.” But I also think that where this show goes, there certainly can be many, many, many more stories told with Loki in the “Loki” world, and in other worlds connected to Loki, the character.
Do you think Loki would ever rejoin the larger world of the MCU?
That’s the hope. I don’t want to — yeah. I think the the sun shining on Loki and Thor once again has always been the priority of the story we’re telling. But for that meeting to really be fulfilling, we have to get Loki to a certain place emotionally. I think that’s been the goal of these two seasons.
This interview has been edited and condensed.
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muse: Steve Rogers
limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals
set: a coffee shop in Brooklyn, post-Endgame
open to: other MCU/comics muses, multifandom crossovers, ocs, whatever!
triggers: canon-typical, nothing specific
Steve Rogers on the Moon. He honestly worried about where people got their information. He couldn't help smirking a little at the headline as he tucked the newspaper under his coffee cup. He was very much in New York City, had never left it, in fact, except for that brief business of returning the time stones. The people closest to him knew that, but he was keeping a low profile otherwise while Sam decided if he wanted to take up the Captain America mantle. He was glad to pass on the spotlight, but Steve of all people knew the weight of the shield. He wouldn't blame him if he decided not to pick it up. Either way, that choice was Sam's to make now.
Retirement didn't really suit him though. Idleness never had. It was always nice in those first days and weeks after a fight to suddenly have time for himself, and there was plenty of fallout from the Battle of Earth that needed attention. There was only so much running, boxing, sketching, and tinkering with the bikes Steve could tolerate though, and he could already feel the familiar restlessness creeping back in. At its worst, that feeling had him lying to join the army and letting a German scientist experiment on him, so he needed to find a way to channel it before things got that bad.
There was a half-finished sketch of his view from the coffee shop window on the drawing pad in front of him. It was his favorite place to draw, a local place with plenty of windows and not a lot of foot traffic after the morning rush. Steve's idea of a disguise was a baseball cap and maybe a pair of sunglasses if he was feeling extra, so it was better if he just stayed out of heavily populated areas. Anyone who knew him well could find him there though, and he never minded the company.
#indie starter#mcu rp#marvel rp#indie mcu rp#indie marvel rp#open starter#alt!postblip#no need to match
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Spiderman/DC crossovers
So i’ve noticed that whenever someone writes a crossover between Spiderman and DC in general, I notice that he’s always dropped in Gotham City. Granted, I can understand why. Batman and Spidey have similar origin stories. They both have the combination of brains, brawn, and technological edge that keeps them alive against criminals. Bruce already has 12+ kids, so he has experience taking in and housing other vigilantes. With the release of the MCU Spidey and Tony being his mentor/father figure, it’s not hard to realize that Bruce Wayne is the Tony Stark of DC and people want this to echo. That said, I like variety and I started thinking about what would happen if Spidey ended up in a different DC city. This is my personal take on what would occur.
These would basically start with Peter getting zapped into another universe out of nowhere and has to make do. Also, I am not sticking with one specific incarnation of any characters (sorry MCU fanbase) but instead trying to create a character amalgam based on various depictions across comics, movies, and games. In other words, I am taking certain liberties with characters/locations, but considering this is all a total AU, I feel like I am entitled to do so.
Metropolis:
Spidey would likely start living in the Suicide Slums seeing as he can’t afford his own apartment yet. He’s grown up in New York (and SS is based of East Side NY) so having to deal with this lifestyle isn’t too hard for him.
He would make friends with his landlady, Natasha Irons, and her uncle pretty quick
Peter would try to apply at the Daily Planet for photography, using a resume that isn’t totally inaccurate but he’s hoping nobody goes looking to see if the Daily Bugle exists in this world
Perry wouldn’t hire him as a photographer, he’s got Jimmy already. He would more likely hire Peter as the on-site IT repairman and maintenance guy to keep the computers running and up to date. Pete is thrilled by this
Needless to say, despite losing his intended job, he still makes friends with Jimmy. Lois takes a bit of warming up, but she comes around eventually
Lois knows Peter is homeless (Ace reporter on the case) and she starts finding ways to help him out, like dragging him out to lunch with her and Jimmy or bringing him things from home. Peter promptly annoys her to death by insisting he’s alright and doesn’t need help.
Metropolis is a lot different from New York. Peter is pretty stunned the first time he debuts and gets praised and cheered on instead of scorned as a menace. It’s a bittersweet feeling that he had to get blasted into another universe in order to be appreciated
Most of the criminals are used to going up against Superman, so they have some serious power behind their punches. Spidey is very unused to not having to pull his own punches (cause Spiderman canonically has to hold back in order to not take someone's head off)
Inversely, there are a lot of superheroes as well. Supes and the Kryptofam aside, Metropolis has plenty of non-Kryptonian superheroes (Steel, Black Lightning, Booster Gold) so Spidey would definitely run into them and start making friends. I mean he’s already got the Metropolis red and blue down
Spidey would unintentionally start saving Lois, Jimmy, and Perry from danger just like Superman did during his early years. Clark is lowkey salty that Lois is teasing him about “switching out for a younger model”.
Lex Luthor is also pretty steamed that he has to deal with ANOTHER superhero getting in his way. He would be privately impressed that Spiderman can handle most situations with brains over brawn as opposed to Superman, but a hero is a hero.
Jimmy is the first to find out Peter’s identity, mostly because he doesn’t have the “awkward reporter” identity on lock the dame way Clark does.
Jimmy insists on being Spidey’s wingman, because hey he’s already Superman’s best buddy, why stop at one?
Lois is the second person to find out (mostly because she can always tell when Jimmy is lying to her). She is a little mad that someone else beat her to the finale, but she would by now have warmed up to the skinny IT nerd.
Clark is the last person to find out. He and Spiderman would meet somewhere on the rooftops and have a heart to heart. Peter feels safe venting to Supes about being from a different universe, and how he has been struggling to survive in a strange universe and being a good hero at the same time.
At this point, I feel the story would move out of a Metropolis/Superman crossover and into a full Justice League one because Supes is going to do his best to help Spidey get home. Thus, he needs to get the JL involved
Star City
I don’t know much about Star City’s layout, but I assume it is built like most cities in Northern California. Peter would likely find a low-income apartment and get a decent paying job to make ends meet.
At some point, he meets Roy Harper who just got back from rehab and finds that his old apartment is being rented out by a skinny little twerp who reminds him of Nightwing
For the record, as much as I liked New52 Roy with the Outlaws, I also enjoyed pre-52 Roy being a successful father and leader of the Outsiders. My take would be Roy just returning from a forced stint in rehab while Ollie and Dinah watch Lian. He didn’t exactly part with them on good terms and is afraid of what they and Lian with think of him.
Roy and Peter end up living together after Roy finds out Peter can barely keep up with rent and uses his detective job to help make ends meet. Peter realizes this was how Aunt May used to feel when he was the one paying the bills at home.
Commence hijinks of Roy and Peter trying to pull off dual identity jobs while not telling each other
Roy and Peter both know things aren’t copasetic with each other. Roy is still struggling with his history as a drug addict and is still avoiding Ollie, while Pete is starting to feel homesick and worry about the people he left behind. (Don’t worry, they end up talking and making each other feel better)
Roy’s friends and family keep showing up and making it hard to keep a secret identity: Jason pops up with beer from time to time, Nightwing shows up in full costume not knowing Roy is not living alone, Artemis is pissed when she thinks Roy abandoned Lian and picked up another kid (yeah I put Artemis in the DCU, sue me if I like her), and Dinah just coming over to talk and finding out she has two angsty boys that need help instead of just one
Star City has fewer criminals and more assassins than other cities. I would reason Peter isn’t prepared to deal with Merlyn or Slade and takes a bad hit
Roy throws apprehension to the wind and books it to Queen Mansion in order to save his friends life. This results in a whirlwind of everybody freaking out when Roy shows up with a bloody, dying teenager pleading with Ollie for help (Ollie, I should mention, was not aware Roy was back until this point)
Dinah is the only one who stays calm enough to help Peter while Roy, Ollie, Mia, and Artemis all have a family feud moment.
The end result would be Roy getting back together with his family, taking back custody of Lian, gaining temporary guardianship of Peter, and getting back in touch with the superhero community.
As before, I’m sure Ollie would drop it to the JL that Peter is from another dimension and he needs some help, but brags that if they can’t get him home, he’s one-upping Batman on the adoption chart
Central City
Yes, I know Keystone also exists. But considering the two are in different states and Spidey doesn’t have superspeed, so I’m restricting it to Central.
He manages to get a well-off apartment, unfortunately it’s right across the street from the Keystone Saloon. He manages to lies about his age in order to get work as a cleaner/barkeep. (For the record, I can totally see Peter’s chemistry skills coming in handy here with drink mixing. Keep in mind that Flash, who is a chemist by trade, once worked as the barkeep too)
The Flash Rogues are pretty pissed that the owner hired a kid to work the counter, but after getting some (not at all believed) reassurance from Peter that he’s just small for his age, they decide to keep an eye on him while there
Meanwhile, outside the bar, the Rogues are a bit surprised/annoyed that a non-speed related newbie is foiling their heists. That lasts all of five seconds when they realize Spiderman is another minor.
Spidey, who is used to crazed egomaniacal maniacs swearing to kill him ten different ways, is very put off with the Rogues acting like overbearing uncles to him (”I know it’s finals week kid, WTF are you doing out this late” “Kid fix your damn costume and patch yourself up before you do this again, you're gonna get hurt” “Kid do you even eat?”)
They warm up to each other, especially when Spidey offhandedly mentions he’s not used to people being so nice to him (cue Captain Cold to assume child abuse)
The Flash family proceed to make Spidey’s head spin. Barry, Jay, and sometimes Wally stand still long enough to have casual conversation, but Iris, Jay, and Bart are a different story.
Barry starts to suspect Spiderman is hiding something. He doesn’t follow him home out of respect, but after talking with Cold during a heist, he starts to subscribe to the “child abuse” theory
The fact that Peter is more or less living bare minimum with fewer calories to fuel his healing factor doesn’t help. Those bruises after a fight aren’t healing as fast. It also doesn’t help that he’s showing up to work with half healed injuries.
The ruse is up when Trickster barges into Peter’s apartment one night in order to settle the debate and finds him still in costume patching up after a fight with a non-Rogue villain.
The Rogues proceed to haul Peter over to Keystone and dump him on Barry Allen (” Here, take this. He’s not allowed back out until he’s been fed, healed up, and fixed his suit. Don’t make us come back here Flash”)
Barry and Iris get the full story from Peter while they patch him up. Peter is pretty surprised that dimensional travel isn’t the weirdest thing Flash has ever done (the guy has created parallel universes for crying out loud)
Peter is very self-conscious about eating enough to maintain his healing factor and metabolism, until he realizes he’s among people who deal with the same problems in day-to-day life outside the house. It’s a touching moment
Once again, queue Justice League to swoop in and take over.
Yes I know not everybody is used to the Flash Rogues being so close with Flash, but I grew up with this particular variant of the characters and I like that it’s a change in dynamic between heroes and criminals
Coast City
Again, I’m not super familiar with Coast City other than it is DC’s take on Californian cities.
Peter takes a job as a delivery driver to make ends meet. One of the people he delivers to more than most is Hal Jordan (because I assume Hal is just like any other mid 30′s bachelor and prefers to order take out instead of cook for himself)
Hal is extremely put off by the pizza delivery boy who looks like he could be a clone or long lost son
By comparison, he is only mildly annoyed by the arrival of a new vigilante in Coast City. (As far as I know, Coast City doesn’t really have any hometown villains. The majority of the bad guys who attack are aliens who are after Jordan for being a member of the GL corps) Hal never really had time to go out patrolling like Spiderman does, so he doesn’t care at first
Ultimately, due to teasing from the other Lanterns and Carol about “staking his turf and laying down the law with the newbie” Hal goes out as GL to talk with Spidey. Halfway through their “conversation”, one of Hal’s enemies shows up to try and settle the score
Spidey and GL team up, but Spidey isn’t exactly prepared to deal with the things a power ring can do. His costume gets shredded and immediately gets ousted as the pizza guy less than a week after dropping in Coast City
Hal is having a crisis over this. (What if this kid is his long lost son after all? I’m not enough of a bastard to just leave this kid to struggle with homelessness knowing I could help him. Dammit Batman, you are a terrible influence!)
Hal makes Peter quit the pizza gig because, “kid you are way too young to be working anyway and CPS will eat me alive if they find out I was okay with this”
Hal, predictably, is zero percent ready to be taking care of a fidgety superteen. Like this guy's level of parental incompetence would terrify Batman. Here he is having spontaneously taken in a kid off the streets when he can’t even feed himself.
Carol hears about this and puts him through the wringer about “How to Parent” Queue Hal doing the most ridiculous things from buying cheesy Parenting For Dummies books to attending seminars for single moms
Long story short, he gets his act together over this because if Peter is in fact a lost family relative, he wants to make an impression/make up for lost time (Peter meanwhile, is oblivious to this thought process and doesn’t think he and Hal look that much alike. They do XD)
Hal and Peter having a bonding moment over at Ferris Air, with Hal taking Peter flying in one of his jets. Hal is shocked that Peter is so familiar with and enthused by the inner workings and considers pestering Carol about getting Peter a position as a mechanic. Carol says not until he graduates.
Word gets out about Spidey and Hal slowly, mostly because Hal is the only hero in Coast City and manages to keep his secrets under wraps. Batman mostly figures out the truth due to Hal’s change in character (Sorry Bats, can’t be on for monitor duty tonight, I gotta get home and cook for my ki - I mean, for Carol. Cause she’s the one who over at my place. Totally. No one else)
Flash and Green Arrow show up in Coast City to throw Hal a “Welcome to Parenthood” party. Hal is not amused, but Carol very much is.
Peter finally breaks to Hal, and then the JL about being from another universe. Hal is pretty crushed about Peter not being a blood relative due to entertaining the fantasy for so long.
The League starts trying to find ways to send Peter back. Meanwhile, he starts parading Spiderman around during League meetings going on about how he proved them wrong and being a successful parent. It especially annoys Batman. (”What’s the matter Bats? Mad that you aren’t one of a kind anymore?”)
Fawcett City
For starters, I’m really not sure which variation of the Marvel Family to use: the New52 or Pre-52 versions. It makes it kinda hard to nail down plot elements since I go back and forth.
I like the idea of Peter and Billy being homeless together and helping each other out, Peter being an older brother which is something he has no experience with.
That said, I’m not super familiar with how DC handled Billy later in the timeline other then he started growing up, joined the radio station as the host, and met Mary. Might not be the best storyline to use seeing as it seems a bit spotty
I like the idea of the New52 Marvel Family finding Peter out in the cold and inviting him in. Peter is thrust into the role of the awkward older brother with six small children looking up to him
Of course, when they transform in front of him, they aren’t so small anymore.
Despite having a caring family, food, and support, Peter is afraid of telling everyone who he is. The fear of overstaying his welcome keeps him up at night.
Not to mention, the Marvel’s have the crime fighting down cold, meaning there isn’t really a home for Spiderman either.
I think a moment where Peter privately confesses who he is/where he comes from to Billy would set up the story. Now Billy realizes his new big brother is going through the same problems he went through with trying to fit in.
As Captain Marvel, he tries to find the Marvel (haha) universe via the Rock of Eternity, but gets no results. Now Billy is afraid of telling Peter the bad news because he’s pretty sure Peter is depressed and doesn’t want something to happen.
Billy starts subtly asking Cyborg at the watchtower about research into alternate universes because maybe science can succeed where magic failed
The opportunity for Spidey to shine comes when Dr. Sivana starts up a machine that drains magic and makes the Marvel’s powerless. Queue someone with no magic powers but a lot of technical know-how to swoop in and show what he can do.
I feel something that could potentially happen is the machine backfiring and giving Peter some magical abilities as a result (I mean, the Marvel’s are basically the sources of Earth’s magic from what I can remember. Anything can happen)
From here, not really sure what could happen. I suppose Peter having to accept that he can’t go home, but is happy he can stay with the Vasquez family and still continue being a hero to his adopted siblings in and out of costume. Alternatively, the magic blast could shoot him back to the Marvelverse, with Peter being upset that he never got to say goodbye. (Spoiler: Captain Marvel now knows where the Marvelverse is and comes for a visit)
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Tiny Vessels
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: Steve x gn!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: The dust settles after defeating Thanos, but Steve himself is far from settled. Endgame compliant.
Content Warnings: implied smut (non-graphic intimacy)
Additional Notes: First night of my 2022 Holiday Extravaganza… It’s late at night on the West Coast, and it’s not a happy kick off to this little shindig, but here we are. The song Tiny Vessels by Death Cab for Cutie HEAVILY influenced this, and some lines and sentiments were directly translated into this piece.
He met you once or twice years ago in the early days of his modern existence, the longest interaction with you happening for all of five minutes at a Stark party in Silver Lake. You had been hand selected by Pepper for handling the press corps for the short Avengers media tour that had darted across the country briefly after the events with Loki in New York. There had been warmth and a little bit of mischief in your demeanor, but you also wrangled all the personalities of the journalists and reporters and ran a tight ship, maintaining tight boundaries to protect for Steve and the others. Only five cities on that tour, and you were always busy with the press, him always busy avoiding press as much as he could on a press tour. He’d spent much more time with your counterpart who was helping coach him and the others through the talking points each day.
When he encountered you again three years after the Snap, it had felt like such a balm to discover someone he knew from before after so many years. It felt almost normal – happenstance as had only happened before he lost half the universe. He had asked you to dinner without hesitation, and he was compelled to keep seeking you out until it became routine and every day and some sort of normal he couldn’t believe existed. It was too good, but he couldn’t say no to inserting himself in your life, though he constantly battled the comfort and how right it felt. He could not have this, and yet he took every moment he could justify.
In the weeks before Scott had suddenly appeared, Steve had started to ask how much longer he could stay with you, absorbing your warmth and hard-fought optimism. It wasn’t that you weren’t unaffected by the loss of half of humanity, you’d just found a way to throw yourself into some of the rebuilding and recovery in a way that helped with some of the healing. Steve never could, and he’d felt himself hollowing out as the years stretched on. You had slowed the hollowing, but it was unstoppable.
You had wandered in and out of his thoughts as he worked with Nat, Scott, Bruce, Tony, Clint, Rocket, Nebula, Rhodey, and Thor to put together the time heist. You had given him space to work without question – another instance of you being so strong, so right for him. Your confidence, your happiness, your world didn’t hinge on him, you just loved him and let him into your life.
And when they’d brought everyone back, fought off Thanos, milling around in the aftermath after a few hours you’d somehow made it through all the chaos and appeared at his side, nothing grand or dramatic in your appearance, just there, making sure he was all right. You’d seen the news alerts, jumped in your car, and made your way to Avengers Campus. You know some of the people dealing with and cleaning up the fall out, and after your initial check on him – earnest, heated kisses, running your fingers over the blood and dirt, cuts and scrapes – you fall in and do what you can to help, not fussing over him unnecessarily.
Everything is destroyed and so as the day starts to come to a close, all but the cleaning crew – who will be there longterm – depart, many urged and invited by Pepper to the Stark cabin. You drove him, Bucky, and Steve, and Steve held your hand while you drove. The Stark cabin was, in fact, surrounded by additional guest cabins. In bed that night, he held you for a long time, you stroked his hair softly, and in quiet tones he told you everything that had happened. You listened. You cried when he told you about Nat. You cried for Tony’s devastating sacrifice coupled with the overwhelming joy of the rest of their success – the return of so many friends and family. You kissed some of his pain away. Then he slept.
You left the next day, your suddenly returned sister suddenly going into labor. The day after was Tony’s memorial, and you returned to be with him later that evening. His mind has already been battling, at odds with this new reality even more than waking up from the ice after seventy years, more than losing half of all existence. Nothing feels right, and yet he knows it’s supposed to. It’s supposed to feel right, better, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t know if he can.
In the morning he’s going to return the stones.
“I love you,” Steve said. He wanted to believe it. He wanted you to believe it.
He did, didn’t he?
Some of the days he had.
He wanted to believe all the words the two of you were speaking as you moved together in the dark. Skin against skin, his lips moved against yours, along your jaw, he buried his face in your neck while he buried himself inside you, and as you cried out, he bit down on your shoulder, bursting tiny vessels beneath your skin that will turn into a bruise.
He took you apart and put you back together until you were both fully spent, and you fell into a deep sleep, fingers twined with his, torso laid bare under the moonlight spilling in from the window. Steve slept, but only intermittently. During his fits of restlessness, he watched you, he watched the ceiling, he watched the clock. When the dark grey of dawn crept into the window, he crept out of bed.
He wasn’t sure how long he stood at the window before he heard you stir and then delicately pad across the room to where he stands, gazing out the window. He knew you weren’t trying to be quiet so he wouldn’t hear you – you both knew he hears everything in quiet moments like this – instead he knew you were trying not to disturb the peaceful silence of the predawn light and its effect on the room. This always feels like an unknown time in between awake and asleep for him, and it’s not the first time you’ve found him like this during your relationship. You snaked your arms around his waist from behind and turned your head to rest your cheek against one of his strong shoulders.
“Is something wrong?” you asked softly.
You’re damn right there is, he thought. But he couldn’t talk about it with you then.
Instead, he turned around in your arms and placed a single kiss on your forehead. “What could be wrong?” he asked.
You tilted your head slightly, searching his expression, but he smiled and shrugged. “Sorry if I woke you. Let’s go back to sleep.”
He saw the wheels in your head turning, but he wanted to stop them before they put the pieces together, and so he pulled you back to the bed, tucking you both back beneath the covers and holding you as you curled into him.
It’s not long before he feels your breathing even out again and you relax in his arms, back to slumbering peacefully. You are beautiful – so beautiful he can’t look at you. It’s not the physical, it’s who you are, who you have been. Smart, supportive, strength when he was empty, sarcastic when he needed it, soft in the right moments, and he simply couldn’t be any of that for you.
He was vile for this, and his actions were cheap. Last night had been stolen intimacy, desperate and undeserving. It was vile and cheap because he was running away from a fight for the first time in his life. He wouldn’t fight for you or this. It was too much when he was so empty, every last bit of his soul and body spent, every plan, every effort, he’d pushed himself and every Avenger to bring everyone back, and he was done. He could feel that the tide was supposed to move forward, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to move with it.
Maybe he would have stayed – and stayed with you – if he didn’t have a choice.
But he did.
He could leave it all.
The simpler time.
Setting down the shield.
He couldn’t get the thought out of his head once he’d realized the past could be his future. Straightforward and easy with Peggy – that’s all he could think of doing because he simply couldn’t think of how he was supposed to move on here and now, not even with everyone back.
(Not everyone, though.)
Fully dressed and standing next to the bed, his fingers skimmed softly over your cheek, one last touch down your neck over the bruise that’s bloomed on your skin last night (it will fade like he will fade from your life), and along the curve of your shoulder. You shiver but sigh and continue to slumber. You really are beautiful, but you and this new present just don’t mean a thing or make sense to him like he longs for it all to in his head.
With the light signaling it’s finally dawn, he was due to meet Bruce, Sam, and Bucky out at the edge of the forest where they’ve set up another time launch pad. Steve leaned down to brush his lips over your temple, pulled the sheet up over your shoulder and left.
FOLLOW UP FIC: Don't Forget You're the One Who
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I, too, want to procrastinate right now so thanks @zenaidamacrouras1 for the tag <3333
Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass this onto other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
I’ve been on a writing streak lately and I’m usually most excited by what I’m currently working on. But, taking a look back, here are some works I’m proud of.
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Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) - 14k | G | Steve/Bucky, MCU
Summary: Coming back from as good as dead to a changed world is easier the second time around. But then Steve supposes that, like with most things, you get better with practice.
A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky Endgame fix-it where even if you can’t go home again, you’ve got to go somewhere.
This is part of my massive labor of love stucky end game fix-it and probably my favorite story in the series, viewed individually. As I was writing this I went: no one is going to want to read a G-rated post-TFATWS stucky fic that doesn’t provide pretty immediate shippy gratification. But I love watching Steve have to pick himself up and go on after making a huge mistake that deeply hurt the people he loves most. While it can be cathartic as a reader to watch the people Steve left behind be furious, chewing him out until Steve has suffered some amount that’s “enough,” what I wanted to focus on is how hurting and disappointing the people closest to you, who continue to love you painfully through the hurt, creates such a complicated mess of damaged relationships. Steve, re-isolated by so much death and his own mistakes, now has to deal with repairing what he put wrong, if he can and if he’s given the chance to. But as the paradox of motion title would suggest, crossing that distance isn't easy.
This story is a quiet complicated love letter to New York City while this whole series is a massive intricate love letter to Bucky Barnes. Plus, Steve quietly pining is so my jam I can’t even. Come for Steve pining, stay for Steve making things right again.
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What the Living Do - 10k and counting | G-E ratings | Henry/Alex, RWRB
Series Summary: This story is set a few months post-film and in a better universe than ours. Henry divides his time between New York and Kensington Palace. Alex is a second year student at Georgetown Law in Washington D.C. and lives in the White House. The distance is hard, but they're making it work.
We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.
The epigraph of this series is from Marie Howe’s What the Living Do, which is a poem she wrote to her brother who had died from AIDS. It beautifully balances grief and living.
I’m drawn to characters who aren’t going to immediately tell you everything they are thinking and feeling—and to performances where so much is conveyed through micro-expressions that you don’t need dialogue.
Which means this RWRB series is an interesting challenge for me as an author that’s involved writing a lot of very direct communication all the way up to out-in-out Relationship talks. And a lot of fluff. But thanks to the series being told from Henry’s POV, it’s fluff in a minor-key mood. So if you like your bantery domestic fluff shot through with slowly healing grief and the lingering impact of spending years in the closet without a supportive family only to be traumatically outed, then this is the series for you.
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The Art of the Possible - 9k | M | Sharon-centric, TFATWS/MCU
Summary: Maybe whether you’ve picked the wrong side depends on where you’re standing—but if you can’t tell who the sucker at the poker table is: it’s you.
Sharon before, during, and after Madripoor.
I had so much fun writing this with @village-skeptic though it is absolutely not a story for everyone: non-linear and less than straightforward without the hook of a popular ship. Maybe I’m just drawn to characters the MCU keeps doing dirty (cough Bucky cough), but the incoherently bad writing of TFATWS created openings to tell a story that focuses on the bleakly dark aspects of the thematic and subtextual storytelling that is foundational to the MCU. And Sharon was the right character for telling that story.
But for anyone troubled by the politics of the MCU? This is a story for you and I hope you give it a try.
The trick to telling a story with heroes is knowing when to stop and what to leave out.
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I Leave This at Your Ear - 5k | E | Betty/Jughead, Riverdale
Summary: They sort of break up again on February 17 and definitely get back together on March 15. They barely talk between “the Valentine's Day massacre and the ides of March,” he jokes later, sitting next to her in a booth at Pop’s and hoping that she’ll slide closer to rest her head on his shoulder like she used to.
Ah, the brief golden age of Riverdale when that sandbox was fun to play in. This is probably the single best expression of my style as a writer: lyrical, a lot more show than tell, starting in medias res with people talking around strong feelings that are conveyed without being directly mentioned much of anywhere. I’m drawn to focusing on the hard and messy parts of relationships without the big drama of external angst or the relatively easy knots to untie that are misunderstandings—a Marmite tendency, I know. But I love thinking about the part where you go, ok, but how do we actually live with everything that’s happened? Getting back together is easy in comparison to going forward afterward—that is what’s hard.
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Exactly the Contents of One - 6k | M | Starsky/Hutch, Starsky & Hutch
The day's smoggy and breathless, already in the mid-eighties with the weatherman promising worse tomorrow, but as long as they keep moving it's not so bad.
(Or, becoming Starsky and Hutch.)
I definitely have a type: two characters who are very different people but share common values and are fighting for something bigger than themselves—idealists who get all mucked up and worn out in the trenches while loving each other too deeply and too much, generally in ways that are at odds with the society around them. Yeah, that’s my ship type.
This is a throwback pick for an old fic, but I’ve always been interested in how slash developed as a genre and a subculture. I ended up taking a tour of some OG ships from the 60s and 70s, including going pretty deep down a Starsky/Hutch rabbit hole (the 70s TV series and not the film remake, I cannot emphasize enough). I was nervous about signing up for this because there was a 5k minimum word count and at the time I’d never written anything near that long. So, wow, I’ve come a long way.
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I'm not sure how long this game has been going around, but if @skarabrae-stone, @sullypants, @beaarthurpendragon or @controlofwhatido haven't played yet and would like to, please have some self-rec love 🥰
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Wolverine #40 Preview
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Wolverine #40 Preview: STARK SENTINELS GET SPIDER-SENSES TINGLING! LAST MUTANT STANDING – FINALE! LOGAN’s journey across the ORCHIS-controlled globe brings him to New York City – and a reunion with that great non-mutant super hero: SPIDER-MAN! But will the ol’ PARKER LUCK help WOLVERINE against the wrath of the STARK SENTINELS or put the fall in FALL OF X?!
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The Daughter of The (Dare)Devil - Story 8 (Part 2)
Series Masterlist
Series Summary: A Series of stories revolving around the MCU timeline of Matt Murdock and his Daughter, Kaila. Being the child of a vigilante can be hard and scary at times, but it doesn’t mean she ain’t going to enjoy the most of it.
(Can be read as Y/N if you’d like)
Story Summary: Part 2 - Matt always knew his night job would give him enemies, but never in his wildest dreams he would have thought his day job would too. Or, someone with an old grudge comes after Nelson and Murdock in the worst possible way (Set During 2x03, "New York's Finest").
Date: 3/3
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 8,432
Warning: Fast Paced Story; Possible OOC (?); Karedevil; The Murdocks Are Stubborn People; Matt Being a Bad Dad (?); Kaila Being Bratty (?); Child Neglect (?); Attempted Murder; Minor Blood; Unhealthy Coping; Guilty; Talks of Murders and Murdering; Non Consensual Touching; A Brief Reference To Rape; Heavy Angst; Heavy Language; Crying; Mental Break (Down); Karen and Foggy Are The MVPs Here Again (And Brett's Added To That List); Kidnapping; Allusions To Mental Illness. I'm Going To Hell By Putting The Adults Through The Ringer. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
- Let me know if I missed anything, please.
A/N: Yeah... I'm going to hell for this. I warned ya'll this season was going to be angsty af, but hey! You're still here! And for those of you who wanted to see Frank, well here he is. He's going to be a nice addition to this series, and you'll be seeing him throughout. Anyway, enjoy!
Several loud knocks erupt the whole house the following morning. Their guest started shouting after no response, and kept going until someone answered him verbally or physically.
The answer was physically.
The front door opens just as Foggy was about to do another round, and holds back his surprise. “Why aren’t you answering my calls?” He asked, as he slipped inside, not taking a second to realize the state his friend was in. “Look I know you’re probably not in the best shape still but me and Karen really could use you down at the station.”
Matt nods slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.” He said, sounding unsure with himself. He sighs. “Yeah, let's go.”
Foggy raises an eyebrow. “You want to go? And I don’t have to argue with you to do so?” He asked, getting a shrug as a reply. He frowns worriedly. “Are you okay? You normally don’t give up so easily.”
Matt clenches his jaw, looking down. “I’m…” Another sigh. “You know what? I’m fine. Let’s just go. My stuff’s by the door.”
“Okay.”
The bedroom door creaked open, and the teenager came out, still in the same clothes as yesterday Foggy noticed, with headphones blasting music she knew her father didn’t like. She slowly beelined for the kitchen, keeping her gaze away from the adults.
“Hey, K-Pop. What’s happening?” Foggy asked, trying to be his upbeat self. But she didn’t bother to listen, she just grabbed a snack from the cabinet and a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge and started walking back.
“Hey, Hey!” He tries again, waving his arm, getting her to stop. Despite the glare he was met with, and the uncomfortable shuffle from his friend, he still tries to be himself. “What’s with the sour puss? It’s a beautiful day! Why don’t you enjoy it?”
Kaila remained silent and continued her trek without a word, closing the door rougher than she should have.
Foggy blinks and looks back at his partner. “What is going on with the two of you this morning? Is she okay?” He asked, worriedly.
Matt looked at the floor with a subtle shrug. “I-I don’t know.” He replies, sounding so defeated in his undertone.
Foggy notices this and deepens his frown. “Is she… is it that time of the month?”
Matt shakes his head. “No, she…” He bites his tongue. “Nevermind.” He turns on his heels for the front door. “Let’s get going before Karen chews us out.”
Now something was going on here. He could see it. But as much as Foggy wants to do some detective work into this, something was telling him not to poke the two bears in the room.
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Empty bottles and glasses, empty boxes and containers laid scattered around her room; Untouched except for the stuffy summer air. She laid on her side in bed, her lights dimmed low as she scrolled through her phone carelessly.
She ignored the text messages she was receiving from Foggy, and a few from Karen (who even tried to call once or twice). She knew that they knew something was up with her and her father, especially how she acted earlier, and knew they were just concerned for her. But…
I just don’t want to talk to any of them right now. She really didn’t want to face any of them, she didn’t want Karen and Foggy reassurance or pity; and she surely didn’t want to even see her father let alone talk to him right now.
No, siree. His words still stung. Still stabbing her with a knife. Still burning her with a lighter.
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““Well maybe I wouldn’t have to worry if you weren’t here.””
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She lets out a tiresome groan, squeezing her eyes shut.
Maybe… maybe he didn’t mean it. She could only pray for that as yet another memory creeped in.
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““Kai, I didn’t mean that.”” He said as both their hearts clenched for different reasons.
““Then what did you mean?”” She asked, hurtfully. And when she saw how her own flesh and blood couldn’t come up with an answer, she bit her lip to hold back the tears in her eyes.
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But if he didn’t he would’ve come up with an explanation. She sighs, opening her bloodshot eyes slowly.
I really, really don’t want to talk to– Her phone suddenly chimed with a message. Out of a new instinct, she went to swipe it away, but the name across the top stopped her actions.
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JAYDEN: Hey, just checking up on you. You’ve missed two shifts now.
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She blinks and looks at the time. It was a little after eight pm, and her supposed shift she called out earlier ended not too long ago. She frowns, feeling bad all of a sudden. She couldn’t help but eagerly reply.
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YOU: Sorry, my dad got hurt the other day and then we got into a huge argument. I just wasn’t myself today.
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That was pretty much the truth right there, one that she easily wanted to tell.
Weird.
She usually is tight lipped when it comes to these ‘daredevil episodes’.
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JAYDEN: That’s no worries! Sorry to hear about that.
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She smiles, feeling her heart flutter and her cheeks get warmed.
He’s so sweet.
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YOU: Don’t be. I just wish he’d listen to me sometimes. You know?
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It took him a minute to respond, enough time for her to roll onto her back, snuggling the pillow to her chest for comfort.
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JAYDEN: I remember my dad being stubborn like that when we used to hang out. I guess that’s just in their nature.
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Kaila raises an eyebrow, curiosity peaks. He’s never mentioned his dad before, only his mother.
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YOU: I take it that you and your dad aren’t close?
JAYDEN: Not really. He drove my mother and I crazy. Which is the reason why they split.
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She frowns sadly.
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YOU: I’m sorry to hear that. I guess both our families are incomplete.
JAYDEN: Is it just you and your dad?
YOU: Yeah, pretty much. My mom kind of just left me at my dad’s doorstep.
JAYDEN: Ouch. That’s… rough.
YOU: It’s fine. But other than that, I really don’t have relatives that are alive. I mean, my dad’s best friend is like an Uncle, and he’s got a newer friendship with a woman named Karen who’s kind of been like a mother to me, so… yeah.
JAYDEN: Sounds like a good enough family to me. I wished I had that.
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Her frown deepens before smiling. She quickly texts a response before chickening out on the idea.
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YOU: Hey, I’m scheduled to be off tomorrow. Do you want to hang out?
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She practically holds her breath as she watches those speech bubbles float, taunting her. Maybe that was too soon. Why did she even write that? They don’t even know each other that well. What he if thinks she’s crazy and—
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JAYDEN: I actually would like that a lot :)
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It took Kaila a few seconds to process that before she giggled in excitement. She rolls back onto her side, just as she and Jayden decide what to do.
This will be fun. She thought, blissfully. This would be good for her. Getting out of the house and making a friend that she desperately could use right–
A loud knock came from the front door, startling her up. She furrows her brow as she recalls the time.
Who the fuck could that be?
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“Why the fuck does he keep spacing out like that?” Their Client, Grotto, complained.
Nighttime had arrived at the police, just in time for the DA to tell them to get moving to their next location (Unaware that their client was about to be used as fish bait). Both Karen and Foggy followed his gaze to Matt who was leaning up against the water fountain; He’s been having the same expression on throughout the hours, which was plain as day.
“I mean, I know he’s blind, but that guy seems like he’s in the clouds.” Grotto continued, sounding a bit nervous this time. “Is he still under the weather?”
Karen and Foggy shared a look.
“You know what, Grotto? We’ve got to get ready to head to the DA’s location. Why don’t you have one of the officers escort you to the car? Will meet you there.” Karen said, in her kind tone that no one could say ‘no’ to.
Without a second of hesitation, he just nodded and left.
Karen sighs. “Okay, so… what’s going on with him?” She whispers.
Foggy sighs too, rubbing his temple. “I… I don’t know.”
“And you’re sure it’s about Kaila?”
“That’s my best guest. You should have seen it earlier. She was so… angry, and Matt looked like a kick puppy.”
She purses her red lips, thinking. “It was probably an argument. Did you try texting her?”
He nods. “Yeah. Texting and calling her. I know she’s seen them because my messages are on read.”
“I’ve got those too.” She shifts her weight and steals a look behind her. “He needs to go home. We can handle the rest of this.”
“Agreed.”
But I know he’s probably not going to go home right away. Foggy thought, and frowns.
“I’ll… I’ll try talking to him. Convince him to go home.” He replies.
“Okay.” She says, with a shake of her head. “I’ll go meet up with Grotto.”
“Okay.” He watches her leave before going in the opposite direction. “Matt?” He calls out with no response. “Matt?”
Matt shuttered when he felt his shoulder being touched, and cocked his head in that direction. “Hmm?”
“Go home, Matt. Me and Karen got this.” Foggy encourages but he can already see the denial on his friend’s face.
“No.” Matt said, shaking his head and straightening up. “No. I-I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.” Foggy holds his hand out, telling him to stay right there. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you and your daughter, but I think you need to go home and fix it.”
Matt looks at him with a miserable expression. “I don’t think I can…” He said, just above a whisper. It made his friend’s heart clench.
“Then try. Even if she ends up shutting the door in your face. Just be there and try your best, okay?”
The brunette looked at his feet, conflicted. He ends up exhaling heavily. “Okay.”
“Good.” Foggy said, before becoming stern. “And I mean it, go home. Don’t even try to do your nightly activities. Me and Karen will be fine. Grotto will be fine. Go home, try, and rest. Please.”
“I-I will, Foggy. I’ll try.”
“Good. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.” Foggy pats his friend on the shoulder before leaving. But maybe he should have stayed. Maybe he should have followed to make sure Matt actually did what he asked. Because now the lawyer was leaving with an…
He was leaving with an empty–
Empty–
Empty–
Feeling inside.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Kaila tucked her phone into her pocket as she walked towards the front door. She was cautious as she unlocked it, opening it just enough to see who it was. She was met with a man that was probably around her father’s age; balding and looking on his own phone with his widened eyes. He also reeked of cigarettes. She tries not to scrunch up her nose because of that.
“Can I help you?” She asked, tucking a quarter of herself behind the door.
“Uh… Is this…” He glances at his phone again. “Nelson and Murdock?”
She held back the confusion on her face. “I’m sorry?”
“Is this Nelson and Murdock? The defense attorneys?”
She blinks. “Um, this is an apartment building. You know that, right?”
“Well I heard it was in an apartment building, so… I mean…” He looks at the screen again. “This is the address they gave me.”
She furrows her brows. “Who gave you this–” The words died on her lips when she got a good glance at him. It didn’t take a genius to know what a covered holster looks like. She tries her best to hide her fear as she grips the door. “You’ve got the wrong place.”
She tries to close it shut but he blocks it with his strong elbow, his demeanor suddenly changing drastically.
“Uh, I don’t think I do, sweetheart. I know your father and his partner aren’t home, so I was wondering if I could talk to you.” He said, with a smile that was spine-chilling.
Her fight or flight instincts were on the edge, as she tried one last time to do this civilly. “Like I said, you’ve got the wrong place.” She replies, and uses her whole body to try to slam it shut again, but he was quicker.
She suddenly finds herself on the floor with a loud thud, immediately scrambling to get up. Kaila senses him near her and decides it is the best time to use those self defense moves she was taught. She manages to land a kick in his shin, just enough to stun him for her to get up and kick in the stomach harder, sending him into the door. She chucked the side table at him, trying to buy herself some time to escape up the stairs leading to the roof she could lock, or one of the windows that had the fire escape. But whoever this man was was fast.
Faster than she was.
He snagged her by the wrist roughly, pulling her towards him. Hissing through the pain she tried to land another hit but he had the upper hand. His large palm finds its way around her throat, pinning her to the wall abruptly with a loud crack. She feels the effects of the strangling quickly, her air being blocked almost completely, and consciously starts clawing at the hand with her own.
No. Not again. She flared her nostrils, digging her sharp nails into his hand before coming up with a move on the fly. When she saw how close he was, she pushed her foot off the wall to give herself enough momentum to slam her kneecap into his jaw.
He cried out, loosening his grip as she wiggled herself free. She didn’t even allow herself to take in a gulp of air, instead she bolted for her bedroom, her phone trembling in her hand as he was hot on her tail. She pulls up the call log, scrolling down towards the name, clicking on it to–
He pulls her feet out from her underneath her with a shriek, her body dropping like a brick. She hears her phone free falling, then bouncing somewhere she couldn’t see, couldn’t reach. Her eyes widened as she started trying to crawl away, but couldn’t. He was pulling her towards him again…
.
.
.
Just enough to make her scream.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Foggy’s gut feeling had been right.
Matt had chosen to be the devil again. And even though he was upset that he didn’t go home like he should have, he had interfered just in time before the Punisher and/or the DA had killed their client. I guess he should thank him later for that. Yet…
If only he could.
He found himself staring down a hole to the bottom floor of a parking lot, broken glass and blood smeared everywhere. This is where he last saw Matt go up against the Punisher, and for some sinking feeling he knew that the red ooze was all from his friend.
Oh, God, Matt. He runs his hands through his hair, taking a few steps back.
God, Matt. You were not ready to take him on. He just prays he had escaped, prayed he was lying on a rooftop far far away from here; Or he was back home, or had run to Claire’s. He just wishes the universe would do him good just this once.
But I know that’s probably not true.
The sound of Karen’s heels came storming in his direction, getting his attention. “You just scolded me for just thinking about running out here, and then you go do the complete opposite!” She yells, throwing her hands up.
“I know, I know.” He holds his own hands up. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
She sighs, irritation subsiding. “It’s fine, it’s just… you scared me, that’s all.”
He frowns apologetically. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just don’t do that again.”
“I won’t.” He takes a second to look around, lowering his voice. “Where’s Grotto?”
“DA’s got him back in custody. They want to go back to the station to… discuss things.” She replies, bitterly. “I can’t wait to rip Reyes a new one.”
“Which she well deserves after this shit show.” He straightens himself out, ready to get back into the game. “Let’s wrap this up quickly. We’ll come up with a new plan with Grotto tomorrow. He probably needs the rest after all this.”
“Agreed.”
They start walking together back before Foggy feels his phone vibrating his pocket, pulling it out just to check it. He halted them both immediately to a stop, his face holding confusion.
“What?” Karen asked, worriedly.
“It’s Brett.” He replies, showing her the screen.
“Well, answer it.”
Foggy swipes the green button, bringing it up to his ear. “Hey, Brett. What’s happening?”
‘Is Matt with you? I’ve been trying to reach him.’
He frowns at how unease he sounded. “No. He’s not. Why? What’s going on?” He asked, sensing Karen’s eyes on him. He heard Brett sigh and move around.
‘Are you standing right now?’
Foggy blinks and looks down at himself. “I am…”
‘Well you might want to sit down for this if you can.’
He didn’t like where this was going. “Spill it to me, Brett. What’s going on?” He heard another sigh on the other side.
‘We got a call from a woman claiming she heard someone screaming and knocking things over, so she called for a wellness check. The address she gave happened to be the Murdock’s apartment.’
He felt his eyes grow like saucers. “What?” He said, loudly.
“What’s going on?” Karen asked, not liking how he was looking.
‘A couple guys check it out. Half the apartment was trashed, a few blood spots, and a phone under one of the beds. Whoever came in there left a note.’
“Left… left a note? That doesn’t make any sense. Why would…” His heart suddenly dropped into his stomach. “Wait. Is Kaila okay? Is she there with you?” He asked, quickly, frantically as he could see Karen’s scared expression.
The other side was quiet for too long. Maybe she–
‘It’s a ransom note, Foggy. Kaila’s been kidnapped.’
And then the world seemed to grow so cold this night, everything freezing in its place. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be. It’s just… that’s not… it’s not right, it’s…
He swallows hard. “What…?”
‘I suggest you get down here at the apartment. And try getting a hold of Matt for me if you could. He should be here too.’
He said nothing as he hung up the phone, his arm dropping to his side as he started off into space, trying to process all this.
“Foggy?” Karen calls out. “What’s going on? Why did you mention Kaila?”
With a shaky breath and a look of fear he said,
“We need to wrap this up quickly.”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
The last thing Matt expected was to be chained up against a chimney and a crazed man telling you, ‘Goodmorning, Sunshine’ sarcastically. Out of survival instincts, he struggled against his restraints, listening as the Punisher started to sew a wound on his arm shut.
“They say you don't hear the bullet that gets you. Always thought that sounded like a bunch of bullshit to me.” He said, holding back a wince when he tightened the string. “How about you, Red?” He cuts the knot with his knife. “When I cracked off your forehead the other night… did you hear that?”
Matt rustled against his chains again. His feet kicked wildly against the ground, trying to get free. He ends up letting out a sound of frustration when he realizes he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“You can bash against your chains all night. Only way you get out of here, only way you walk free, is if I want you to. Know that.” The gunman said, sounding sincere about it.
“Why didn't you take my mask off?” Matt asked, confused by many things at this point.
“Don't give a shit about who you are.”
“You killed everyone else. Why am I still alive?”
“Huh?”
“I got in your way twice now and you don't strike me as someone who just lets that happen.” But he got no answer, instead, Matt heard him open up a crate, his senses coming back enough to tell him what was inside. “Military grade hardware. You seem to know your way around it.”
The gunman sighs and starts taking two boxes out as Matt continues to badger, “And you sure carry yourself like a soldier. What are you gonna do with all this?”
“I'll do what's required.” Was Punisher’s answer.
Silence grew between as he finished setting up everything before taking a seat, and pours out hot coffee from his thermos, slurping loudly.
“This another one of your missions?” Matt asked, calmly this time. Deciding to take a different approach. “That's why we're here, isn't it?” He hears him exhale. “How many will this make? I'm guessing you've done this, what ten, maybe 20 times?” Another sigh. “How long's it been? Six months, a year… or your whole life? Something tells me you don't take breaks.”
Matt pauses when he hears him start assembling a gun, and frowns even more. “You know, no one else has to die. You could stop now. Walk away.”
The Punisher stops his movements, and gives the man in the devil suit a cold look. “Walk away?” He asked, in disbelief. “Could you do that? Could you walk away?” Now it was his turn to not get in answer. He shrugs knowingly. “Yeah…”
He finished assembling his gun just in time for everyone in town to hear the church bell in the distant ring. He stands up, marching to the other side of the roof to survey the skyline.
“What is that, midnight?” Matt asked, digging into his capturer some more.
“St. Matthew's.” Punisher says, which surprised the lawyer.
“You a Catholic?”
“Once.”
“From New York?”
“Once.”
That got Matt to chuckle. “You still go to Mass?”
He frowns. “Stop now, Red.”
“Stop?”
“Stop digging.”
“Ah.” Matt nods. “You know, a funny thing about New York… few people are actually from here. The ones who are, they don't leave. They can't, they, uh… They feel like the city's a part of them. You know? Until one day, something changes. Maybe they get older. And then they have to leave, they have to get out. See the world, maybe. Maybe they enlist? Where'd they send you?”
Punisher stops walking, turning his eyes on him. “You a shrink, Red?” That got the devil to shut up, realizing he was too loose with his tongue. “Now, come on, you must be something when you're not wearing the long johns, right?”
Matt frowns again. “I'm just a guy.”
“Yeah? You ever been to war?”
“No.”
“Yeah… then don't talk about it.”
“I've seen some fights.”
“Sure you have.”
“Well, I almost had you beat.” Matt said, almost amused.
Punisher sighs again, quietly. “You talk about trading hands on a rooftop, Red. I'm talking about shit, okay? Shit that you ain't been in.”
“I know one thing.”
“What's that?
“War changes people. Sometimes they see things they can't unsee. Come home to find home's not there anymore. It changed. Or maybe they did.”
“Yeah, fair enough.”
“I'm just saying, I know it can be hard.”
“Do you?” He asked, casting him a look. “You know it can be hard? You run around this city in a pair of little boy's pajamas and a mask. You go home at night, right? Take that mask off, maybe you think it wasn't you who did those things, maybe it was somebody else. Well, see, soldiers… we don't wear masks, yeah? We don't get that privilege.”
He walks over to another crate, getting something else from it, and setting it down somewhere.
“You know what I think?” Matt said, voice real low and calm again.
“What's that?”
“You're still at war.”
“Oh, for crying out loud. So, you charge by the hour, doc, or what?” Punisher taunts as he ends up back in the first spot, sitting down again.
“Why am I here?” Matt asked, more out of boredom rather than curiosity.
“Everything you do out there in the streets, Red, it doesn't work. Did you know that?”
Matt chuckles. “Oh, and what you're doing is better?”
“What I do, I just do. It's out of necessity.”
Now a scoff. “Come on. You know you're not the only one, right?” Matt begins, sounding fed up all of a sudden. “Who did you lose? Huh? Was it someone you loved? Well, boo-hoo. Let me tell you something, buddy. Everybody's lost someone. Doesn't mean you have to do this.”
Punisher clenches his jaw. “Well, loss doesn't work the same for everybody, Red.”
Matt finds himself chuckling again. “Yeah, that's right. It's clearly not working for you.”
“Maybe not. We don't get to pick the things that fix us, Red. Make us whole. Make us feel purpose–” He starts loading his rifle with the magazine. “My moment of clarity? It came from the strangest of places.” He tilts his head. “What kind of name is The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, anyway? I mean, really?”
Matt grows quiet as that comment gets under his skin. “I didn't ask for that name…”
“I'm sorry, I don't see you running from it.”
“I don't do this to hurt people.”
“Yeah, so what is that, just a job perk?”
“I don't kill anyone.”
Punisher looks at him with disbelief as he tightens his hold on the gun. “Is that why you think you're better than me?”
“No.”
“Is that why you think you're a big hero?”
“It doesn't matter what I think or what I am. People don't have to die.”
“Come on, Red. You believe that?!”
“I believe it's not my call, and it ain't yours either.” Matt snaps with a stern bite.
“Somebody ask you to put on that costume or you take it upon yourself? You know what I think of you, hero?” He begins, standing up and walking over. “I think you're a half-measure. I think you're a man who can't finish the job. I think that you're a coward.” He kneels down. “You know the one thing that you just can't see? You know you're one bad day away from being me.”
Matt was about to reply, until he heard a familiar phone starting to ring. He hears the gunman sigh, fishing the device from his pocket.
“You know, for being some… hero with a secret identity, you might not want to carry around your personal phone.”
Matt furrows his brows before his heart sank at a realization. He recalls putting his personal phone into his pocket rather than his burner one by mistake when he was changing.
Shit. I didn’t realize that. He swallowed as he could hear his screen being turned on.
“Oh, wow. Someone’s missing you, Red.” Punisher continues, reading. “Someone named Karen, one named Brett, oh…” He scoffs. “What kind of a name is Foggy? Wait a minute…” He stares at him with hatred. “You a cop, Red?”
“What?” Matt asked, confused.
“You’ve got several calls from a local police station. What gives?”
Police Station? He wonders if the station’s calling him about Grotto, but that doesn’t seem right. But before he could question further he heard someone’s keys jingling nearby.
“Someone's coming.” Matt whispers, hiding his panic.
“Shit. Guess I'd better make a run for it.” Punisher said, lying.
“Hey, don't hurt him.”
“Yeah? Let's hope he doesn't give me a reason to.”
“What's all that noise?” A man said once arriving on the roof. “If it's you damned kids again, I swear I'm callin' the cops!”
“I'll say this once, Red. You make one sound, and I'll open his head up all over this roof.”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Foggy and Karen stumbled into the apartment, the cops letting them slide under the tape. They took in the scene, watching as cameras flashed and people were dusting for fingerprints or anything else that could be deemed useful.
“Oh god…” Karen mumbles, nauseous at the scene on hand.
“Did you get a hold of him?” Brett said, meeting them at the end of the hall.
“I couldn’t. I left a few voice mails. Hopefully he receives them soon.” Foggy said, frowning.
“Well, I don’t want to worry you anymore but if we don’t hear from Matt anytime soon I’m sending out a squad. I need to make sure he hasn’t been taken either.”
Karen shifts uncomfortably, covering her chest with her arms. “So, what happened? You said there was a note?” She asked, worriedly.
“Well, I can’t show you the note until we test it for clues, but from what I briefly read it's a ransom note.” Brett starts explaining.
“A ransom note? Why would someone want to take a fifteen year old girl?” Foggy asked, anxious.
“Like I said, you’re going to have to wait for us to read it to you.” The officer frowns. “But I’ll tell you this, Kaila put up one hell of a fight. In the end, unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.”
Brett steps aside so they could get a better view seeing how some of the furniture was knocked over, books and other objects scattered on the floor. And something else.
“Is that blood?” Karen asked, staring at the wall. The two men followed her gaze.
“Indeed it is.” Brett said.
“Is that from…”
“We took a sample. It’s already going off to the lab for testing.”
Karen squeezes her arms, a distant memory starts to form.
.
.
““I-I…”” The girl chokes. ““I-I didn’t mean to. I j-just grabbed it as leverage, but then one thing turned to another and then I… I-I…”” She sobs loudly. ““I-I…””
.
.
“Karen?” Foggy said, touching her shoulder, startling her.
“Hmm?” She hums, looking pale as snow itself.
“We should go.” He said, getting a nod from her.
“Try to get a hold of Matt again. Tell him to meet at the station this time. We should have some evidence to go over.” Brett replies, before departing.
“F-Foggy…?” Karen said, shaky.
“Yeah?”
She looks at him with her big, blue pleading eyes. “Please tell me this is a dream.”
Foggy gives her an expression of pity, and shakes his head. “God, I wish it was.”
I wish it was.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Matt could only listen while this exchange goes down, and desperately tries to get out of his restraints.
“Who the hell are you?” The old man snarled as the Punisher walked up to him, cornering him at the doorway.
He cracks a little smirk. “Frank.”
“What are you doing up here, Frank?”
“Well, the truth is, um, I'm pretty sure that this here roof, right here, this is the, uh this is the last patch of real estate in the entire goddamn United States where a man can just have a little peace, be by himself, and, uh, have a smoke.”
The old man looks at him suspiciously. “Never seen you around.”
“Yeah, no. I'm, uh, in town just visiting my crazy sister.”
“Betty in 2B?”
Frank chuckles. “I see you've had the pleasure.”
“Can't say I blame you.”
“Nah.”
“My wife's the same. Made me quit a long time ago.”
“You know what they say. It's for our health.”
“What about the enjoyment of life?”
“Guess they'll worry about that when they're dead.” Frank said, chuckling, but his joyful expression fades when you could hear chains rattling in the background.
“What was that?” The elder asked, expression fading too.
“Uh, it's just just a rat.” Frank admitted, cocking his silencer that was out of sight.
“We exterminated.”
“Lot of guys… they half-ass it.” He places the gun behind the door, aiming at the man’s skull. “Remember my uncle used to tell me that all the time. He fumigated.”
“Hard work.”
“Yeah, well. It's all he could get after the war. You know, curse of a soldier.”
“Ain't that the truth.” The man nodded.
“Yeah. You serve?”
“'Nam, 3rd Marine Division.”
“Fighting 3rd, huh?”
“Goddamn right. You?”
Frank shakes his head. “Yeah, yeah. Iraq, Afghanistan.”
The older man smiles with fondness. “Welcome home.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I gotta go down right now, but, you… you smoke as much as you like, son.”
Frank chuckles once more. “Thank you, sir. All right.”
“All right, son.” He said, heading back down the stairs.
“Hey, Marine!” Frank calls out, putting the safety back on.
“Yeah?”
“Semper Fi.”
That got the man to smile, patting his chest with pride before continuing his journey. Once he was gone, Frank put his façade back on, slamming the door shut.
“Frank.” Matt tested out his name once he was closer. “That's your real name?” No reply. “You get off threatening innocent people?”
Frank sent another glare. “He was only in danger because you squealed, because you can't follow orders–”
“You had a gun on him. You thumbed back the hammer.”
“Yeah, well, that was for you. Part of the show.”
The blind man laughs. “What does that mean?”
“I really have to spell it out for you, Red? Huh? I'm disappointed. Listen carefully, okay? You listening? Yeah? How 'bout now?” Frank runs over and digs the barrel into Matt’s forehead. “You listening? Feel it?” He exhales heavily. “I'm not a bad guy, Red.”
“You wanna explain that to the orphans and the widows of the men you killed?” Matt said, bitterly.
Frank pulls the gun away, scoffing. “For Christ's sake, that's what you think? I'm just some crazy asshole going around unloading on whoever I want to?”
“Yeah, that's exactly what I think.”
“That it?”
“You think you're anything else?”
“I think that the people I kill need killing, that's what I think.” Frank replies, grabbing something before climbing the ladder up to a billboard.
“You left men hanging from meat hooks!” Matt pointed out. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
“They got off easy, in my opinion.”
“You shot up a hospital.”
“Yeah, and nobody got hurt who didn't deserve it.”
Matt hung his head low in disbelief. “Oh, yeah.” He smacks his lips. “What about you, Frank? What happens the day someone decides you deserve it?”
Frank starts setting up something while replying, “I'll tell you what, they better not miss.”
“Come on, you run around this city like it's your damn shooting gallery. You think you do–”
“Yeah, what do you do? What do you do?! You act like it's a playground. You beat up the bullies with your fists. You throw 'em in jail, everybody calls you a hero, right? And then a month, a week, a day later, they're back on the streets doing the same goddamn thing!”
“Yeah, so you just put 'em in the morgue.”
“You're goddamn right, I do.”
“You ever doubt yourself, Frank?”
“Not even for a second.”
“Really? Really?” Matt almost scoffed at that. “You never think for one second, ‘Shit, I just killed a human being’.”
“That's being pretty generous.”
“A human being who did a lot of stupid shit, maybe even evil, but had one small piece of goodness in him. Maybe just a scrap, Frank, but something. And then you come along, and that one tiny flicker of light gets snuffed out forever.”
Frank, filled with even more rage now, comes down from his perch, crouching down in front of prey like earlier. “I think you're wrong.” He hisses.
“Which part?” Matt asked, tightening his jaw.
“All of it. I think there's no good in the filth that I put down, that's what I think.”
“And how do you know?”
“I just know. Look around, Red." He throws his arms out. "This city, it stinks. It's a sewer. It stinks and it smells like shit and I can't get the stink out of my nose. I think that this world, it needs men that are willing to make the hard call. I think you and me are the same!”
“That's bullshit, Frank, and you know it!!!” Matt tugged on his chains, adding more fuel to his words because of it.
“Only I do the one thing that you can't. You hit 'em, and they get back up.I hit 'em, and they stay down. It's permanent. I make sure that they don't make it out on the street again. I take pride in that.”
“Let me ask you this.” Matt asked, feeling his blood boil.
“What's that?” Frank said, feeling the same way.
“What about hope?”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Come on, Frank–”
“You wanna talk about Santa Claus? You wanna talk about Santa Claus?”
“I live in the real world too, and I've seen it.”
“Yeah?” Frank snarls. “What have you seen?”
“Redemption, Frank.” Matt replies, hearing his head shake.
“Ah, Jesus Christ.”
“It's real. And it's possible. The people you murder deserve another chance.”
“What, to kill again? Rape again? Is that what you want?”
“No, Frank. To try again, Frank. To try. And if you don't get that, there's something broken in you you can't fix, and you really are a nutjob.”
That got him to snap. Frank stood up, hand on the gun tucked in his pants. “What did you say?” He said, the crazy look in his eye doubling.
“You're…” Matt knew he had just poked the bear, and tried to choose his next words wisely. “You're unhinged… Frank. You are. You think God made you a one-man firing squad.” He chuckles. “But you're wrong. There is goodness in people, even in you. And you're gonna have to kill me, 'cause I'm never gonna stop coming for you, until I take you down.” He pauses for a second to catch his breath. “You wanna know why?”
“Why's that?”
“Because you're insane.”
“Hmm.” His eye twitched, and Frank was about to knock Red out cold before his phone started to vibrate again. He sighs, fishing it out again. “Save by the bell. You’re lucky.” He takes a quick look at the screen. “You’ve got a lot of voicemails, Red. Here.” He picks up and throws into Matt’s lap. “Listen to those while I finish up. Might be the last time you hear from your friends.”
Frank walked off as the phone started its routine. Matt tries to ignore it, trying to drown out whoever was speaking by rattling the chains.
.
[You have 15 Missed Calls, and 32 Text Messages, and 5 New Voice Messages from Foggy]
[New Message:]
*Beep*
“Hey! I swear to god I hope you have your personal phone on you, because I lost the burner number. So… uh… god, I don’t know where you are, but you kind of need to pick up, man! This is urgent! [Pant] P-Please! Pick up! I’m begging you!”
*Beep*
.
“Fuck…” Matt curses under his breath, which made Frank chuckle at his struggling. “Turn it off. Turn it off and we can keep talking.”
But Frank shook his head and continued to work.
.
[New Message:]
*Beep*
“Dude!! [Pant] Seriously, where the fuck are you? I need you to answer the goddamn phone!! Please!”
*Beep*
[New Message:]
*Beep*
“Please answer your phone. Please. I… I rather not say what’s going on in a voice recording. I'd rather tell you over the phone! So… fucking answer! Or… c-come to your apartment? Me and Karen are going there. Please meet us there! You need to be there. Please.”
*Beep*
.
Matt continued to squirm in his binding, his mind going to overdrive. Foggy sounded…
Scared. Like,
Really, really scared. He couldn’t even think of a time he sounded so distressed. All he could think about was ‘Why?’. Why did he sound like that? Why was he pleading, begging him to answer? Was it because he knew Foggy saw him fight the Punisher, and was just worried what had happened to him? He wanted to believe that was it, but the thing about meeting at his own apartment didn't sound right. Unless…
He came clean and told Karen who he was, but that didn’t sound right either. So what was it–
.
[New Message:]
*Beep*
“We’re at your apartment. Where the fuck are you? You seriously need to be here! It’s a goddamn emergency! So please, get down here, I… [A choked up sob] Jesus Christ, Matt. I-I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to handle this. I… I don’t think I can walk in there… please… pick up. Please?”
*Beep*
.
“Foggy…” Matt whispers, slowing his movements.
God, he hated how he sounded. Distressed and… he was sounding like was going to cry? Cry over what? Was he having a flashback to when he found out about his nightly activity? When he found him covered in blood and drenched in the Hudson? Was that what he was worried about finding?
Jesus, Foggy. He grits his teeth and starts moving again, listening for any signs that the chains would break.
The next one rolled in. The next one…
The next one he wishes was first.
.
[New Message:]
*Beep*
“Matt… [Sob] we’re heading to the police station, I… I didn’t want to record this b-but… [sigh] m-maybe if I do, you’ll come quicker? I don’t know I… [groan] God. Jesus, Matt it’s… It’s about your daughter, man. It’s about Kaila–”
.
That’s all it took for him to stop moving and drown everything out completely. He became so oblivious he didn’t even realize that Frank had stopped what he was doing to listen.
His daughter.
Something happened to his daughter. Something happened to–
.
“A N-Neighbour called in. Said s-she heard screaming and things being th-thrown around so the cops checked it out. [Sob] God… Matt s-someone took her. They don’t know who, b-but someone did. Th-They left a r-ransom note, and there w-was blood and… a phone and… God. And… Jesus–”
.
Matt heard him sob again. It was like a knife to his heart and punch to his gut. He just…
Couldn’t believe he was actually hearing all this.
.
“C-Can… can you like… come down to the station? Please. Or… give me a call and I’ll come get you but… [A shaky breath] I don’t know what to do, they were asking me questions that aren't registering and… Karen just started hysterically crying and… we’re a mess. Jesus… Matt, come to the station. Please.”
*Beep*
[There are no more messages. Would you like to save? If so, please say–
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Matt couldn’t hold back his body from shaking, or his lower lip quivering. He could no longer hold this strong front up. Argument or not, someone had his kid. Someone took his kid and left a sick note. A note he didn’t even want to imagine what it said.
Daredevil be damned.
His mission be damned.
“Pl-Please–” He croaked out, sensing Frank looking his way. “I-I swear, I won’t tell anyone you’re here, I won’t tell anyone your name, I won’t tell anyone what you're doing, just please…” He swallows. “Let me go. Let me go. I got to find my kid, please. Please.”
It grew silent, but Matt’s head was still spinning enough to not even notice the expression on Frank’s face and the tears started to swell in his eyes. Matt just thought the Punisher was just thinking this over, or feeling him out that he was telling the truth or not. Maybe he…
Wait.
Well.
Maybe he won’t be getting out of here. Why?
.
.
.
Because Frank had just pulled out his gun.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Not caring how he looked, not even wondering if he had wiped all the blood off his lip, but Matt bursted into that room dressed like he was for his lawyer job earlier. He felt his friend’s eyes on him, he heard Karen and Foggy’s rapid heartbeats, Brett’s nervous energy; He smelled the dried ooze on Foggy’s chewed off nails, and Karen’s smeared mascara. This…
This was worse than he thought.
He didn’t even let anyone question where he was, and nobody even thought about asking where he was thankfully.
“What happened?” He said, trying to hide how nervous he was (a failure). He felt Foggy suddenly beside him, letting him take his seat at the table next to Karen, and asked again, “What happened?”
Brett frowns and begins, “One of your neighbours gave us a call, wanting us to do a wellness check, when the unit arrived your apartment was in disarray. There were no signs of forced entry, which means the kidnapper knocked on your door and your daughter answered. But Kaila put up one hell of a fight, and it shows.”
Matt swallows visible, and his hands in his lap curled into fists. “Did…” He felt his friends’ hands on his back. “Did you find any evidence?”
“We did. It wasn’t a lot, but we did.” Brett admits with a nod. “There was blood found at the scene, and we did some testing. Turns out it belongs to Kaila. Then there was the ransom note which we tested for fingerprints, we found nothing.”
“What did the note say?” He asked, taking it in.
That question made Brett lose his composure slightly. Like he didn’t want to answer but had to. “Well… to a surprise, the note wasn’t for you, Matthew. It was addressed to Nelson and Murdock.”
“What?” Foggy said, as they stared in disbelief. “W-Why us? Why take the kid?”
“To sum up what it says, the kidnappers claim Nelson and Murdock need to pay for what they did. It states that your firm failed to help your first official client, which is stated to be the kidnapper’s brother.”
“But…” Karen begins, holding up her hand. “That… That doesn’t make any sense. I… I was the first client. Right?”
Foggy nods immediately. “Yeah, she was Matt and I’s first client! You know this, Brett!”
“Hey, I’m just reading what’s on there.” Brett said, calmly. “But, Miss Page, do you have any brothers for the record.”
Her tense body deflated, a sore spot had been touched and you could see. “I-I had one. But he’s no longer walking amongst us, so…”
“Was there anything else?” Matt asked, nervously steering the conversation back on track.
“We found your daughter’s phone.” Brett replies. “The only evidence we found was that she was just trying to make a call before she was overtaken.”
“And what was the call to?” He dared to ask.
Brett frowns dismally.
.
.
.
“The call was to her father.”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Her head felt like it was about to split open.
She squeezed her eyes shut from the pain, tasting the copper and musty fabric on her tongue. She felt ropes itching at her hands and feet binding her to an uncomfortable chair.
She tried to mutter her father's name but it came out as a whine.
“Ah, you’re awake.”
She stiffened upon hearing the voice. It made her feel just as uneasy as earlier.
“Good.” A slimy hand roughly grabs her chin, forcing her to open her eyes. “We can have a chat about how your father and his partner ruined my life.”
And he grinned that made her want to pass out again.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Matt had drowned out his friends in the background, still not moving from his spot on the chair. Brett had left some time ago, saying something about getting his daughter’s phone back to him, but he wasn’t listening. How could he? The officer in blue just admitted that she tried to call him. Tried to call him. After their whole argument and saying things that shouldn’t be said to one another, she still tried to call him for help. The one fucking time he didn’t even think about answering, and that could very well cost him everything.
What have I done? He thought in horror, and just kept repeating it to himself.
“It’s gotta be me, right? There’s no other explanation, right?” Karen said, pacing around. “Did you have another client before me?”
“No! You were the first one.” Foggy said, also pacing around.
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, god.” She covers her hand over her mouth, thinking. “We gotta give them something Foggy, or they’re never going to find her.”
“Don’t remind me.” He said, running his hand through his hair. “Maybe we can go back to the office? Let’s go through all the files from last year and see if there’s something, because there has to be.”
“That sounds like–”
They all paused when they heard that sniffle. It was so quiet but they still heard it (maybe it was a second nature thing?).
All eyes fell back on Matt who was hunched over with his face in his hands, trying not to shake under their gaze.
“Matt?” Karen said, worriedly.
“I-It’s all my fault…” He said which was almost missed if the room hadn’t been rendered so silent.
Foggy frowns with pity. “Matt, don’t say that. It’s not your fault.” He assures, but that wasn’t good enough to hear.
“I should have done something… I should have gone straight home. I’m such an idiot…”
“Matt, you’re not. You’re–”
“No. You don’t get it.” He removes his hands, showing that he had taken his shades off, showing how much of a mess he had really become. “We had an argument. A bad one, and… god… I said something I shouldn’t have said. I-I thought avoiding her is what she wanted but now… I wished I didn’t.” He sobbed, and whispered, “She tried to call me.”
“Matt.” Karen said, heartbreaking at the sight.
“I just want my baby girl back…”
Matt covers his face again, letting all his emotions go. Everything he had buried since last night came undone, and now he was crying like he hadn’t cried in a long time.
His body shook, and continued to shake even after four loving arms wrapped around him, and whispered comforting, loving things into his hair.
Damn him for being a bad father.
Damn him for choosing the devil before her.
But…
Damn anyone that thought he could stop him from coming to her rescue.
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May God have mercy on his soul for what he’s about to do.
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Always Yours, Never Mine
Yandere Miguel O'Hara X f!Reader
Universe One - The Original
Series Masterlist - Beta Read by @campingwiththecharmings
Summary
In every universe there's a version of you that exists. In some of those universes, you're in love with me; in others, you don't even know my name. None of it matters though, because when I find you, I will have you, I'll make you love me, and I will never lose you again.
Inclusivity
Reader is not race coded, reader lives in New York in North America but isn't necessarily American, reader is not religion coded, reader is smaller than Miguel but like so is almost everyone, reader is female.
Tags/Warnings
NSFW, dub-con due to identity issues, non-con, rape, obsession, Miguel is not Spider-Man, does NOT take place in the MCU, Miguel is a physicist, Miguel needs therapy, smut, violence, blood play, yandere, protective, obsessive, possessive, murder, suicide, drunk driving, anal sex, oral sex, major character death, romance, angst. - Some (not as triggering) tags were left out in order to avoid spoilers.
Word Count: 2.6k
It was a morning like every other.
You opened your eyes, taking in your surroundings, feeling the stirring of Miguel while he snored against your chest. Looking over at the clock, you noticed it wasn’t quite seven yet, and it would still be a few minutes before your alarm sounded, signaling it was time for you both to get ready for work. He shifted a little, smacking his lips together before going back to his mouth-breathing slumber. Precious.
You’d only been married for a year, but it was a perfect year. It was a year filled with tear-inducing laughter, eating takeout on the couch, and afternoon naps when you and Miguel both managed to get the day off together. You couldn’t ask for a better way to spend your forever, and you knew he felt the same.
You carded your fingers through his dark hair as you lay there, enjoying the scent of his shampoo and wondering if you’ll ever get tired of it. Something about it made your heart swell, and it reminded you that you were home. He rolled his cheek into your torso more, mouth still open and creating a dark spot on your shirt where drool spilled out. A sharp snore erupted from him as he stirred, startling you. You giggled, feeling silly for jumping so suddenly.
That sound – He loved that sound.
Your sweet little laugh that permeated through everything, that woke him out of the deepest sleep, that brought him back to the present every single time he heard it. He looked up at you, his breath always catching in his chest at the sight of you, so beautiful in every single way; nothing could change how you made him feel.
“Good morning handsome,” you said, laughing and wiping a bit of spit from his stubbled cheek, “you were out. Having a good dream?”
You started to slide out of bed, but he caged you in with his ridiculously strong arms, keeping you in place and mumbling something incoherent against your stomach.
“Baby, we have to get going. I have that big meeting today with the art director at the firm, and you have to pitch your idea to the board,” you said, tapping his shoulder.
He looked up at you again, eyes still hooded from sleep. He sighed, leaning up on his elbows and pressing his lips against yours hungrily. Miguel seemed to growl sometimes when he got in the heat of passion with you. His massive hand grabbed your hip and pulled you under him further, while the other cupped the back of your head to make the impossibly deep kisses even deeper.
“We have a few minutes,” he insisted, reaching between you both to pull his sweats around his thighs.
You moaned, another sweet sound you made that Miguel could record and listen to on repeat for an eternity. Such a simple noise and yet it made a shiver run down his spine almost every time he heard it. He brushed the head of his cock against your inner thigh, making your skin slick with his precum. He pulled aside your panties, not bothering to take them off; he wanted you now, and removing them would take too much time.
No matter how long you and Miguel had been together, and no matter how many times he split you open, you never quite got used to the stretch. You gasped, arching your chest into his with that first thrust, giving him the opening to wrap both arms around your back and pull you close. You loved the sound of his fast and desperate breaths while he huffed in your ear, chasing his release, and trying to make sure you got yours too. He knew exactly how to position himself to ensure he hit all the right spots, not that it would be difficult given his size; he hit almost every spot.
“Oh, hermosa, always so tight, so wet…” he grunted as he slid forward again full to the hilt.
“F-fuck, Miguel!” You dug your nails into his back, putting your lips against his chiseled chest.
“Use your teeth on me, baby, give me something nice to look at when I change out of my lab coat tonight,” he said playfully before feeling your teeth latch onto his tanned skin.
He let out a low groan, enjoying the combined pain and pleasure. He snapped his hips forward and you cried out. He buried his face into your neck, pulling your mouth off his chest. He wanted to smell you; in an almost feral way, Miguel wanted to pull you close and devour you. He sucked on your neck, drawing some of the tender skin into his mouth, nipping and licking while you turned into a gasping, writhing mess beneath him.
“So perfect, honey-fuck—“
You gasped as he started fucking you faster, driving his cock deep into your fluttering cunt. You felt like you were going to rip in half, as you often did when he was inside of you. He cupped the back of your head and looked into your eyes. Fuck he loved you. With other guys you’d dated, there was always an air of doubt, but never with Miguel.
He kissed you, tangling his tongue with yours. You whined into his mouth, he loved the way he could send you reeling with his cock alone. You took him so well, you were perfect.
“I could fill you up forever, you know that?” He asked before bottoming out in your warm channel once more. “Could spend a lifetime stuffing you with my cum and it wouldn’t be enough, hermosa.”
Miguel always knew just what to say to make you come undone. You felt the heat pooling in your core, the sensation he’d given you time and time again. Your body was both vibrantly alive and tingling numb all at once. You dug your nails into his shoulders once more, he winced and hissed.
“Oh shit, baby—ah!”
Miguel’s pace slowed but he didn’t stop the rocking of his hips as he pumped you full of hot cum. You felt it spilling into you, painting your walls white while he fucked you through it. You helped him along as you reached your own climax, your tight cunt milking his cock for every last drop it could give you. Your screams filled the house, as they always did when he made you lose your mind.
He always felt like he had to use every ounce of his strength to avoid crushing you underneath his mass after he was spent. You kissed his cheek, like you always did when the two of you were done being intimate. He chuckled before pulling out of you and getting off the bed. Miguel went to the bathroom and cleaned up before tossing a towel your way.
“Honey, a couple girls from the office wanted to go out for drinks tonight so I think I’ll join them, that okay?” You finished cleaning yourself up before making your way to the bathroom where he was brushing his teeth.
“Who’s going?” He spit in the sink.
“Stacy and Mira.” You finished using the toilet before starting the shower.
“Those two? Really?”
He wiped his mouth and turned to you while you stepped into the shower. Miguel didn’t consider himself the controlling or possessive type, but those two had a tendency to be wild and unpredictable. He wasn’t going to tell you no. He didn’t get a woman like you by treating you as though you were his property, but he was going to make it known that he wanted you to be careful.
“I know, I know,” you said as you started washing yourself, “I’ll be careful, daddy. I’ll be home at 10:30 on the dot.”
He chuckled, “you know if you keep calling me that, I might have to take you back to bed, hermosa.”
You laughed and continued getting ready. You knew he wasn’t a fan of your work friends, but that wasn’t going to stop you from going out anyway. It’s not that you were a party girl, in fact your idea of a good time was curling up on the couch with Miguel and a good movie. It was just nice to get out for a little while and forget about the struggles of life.
Miguel always -always- kissed you goodbye before you both left for work. Even if you’d had an early morning disagreement, leaving you both pissed off and ready to ring each other’s necks, he made sure to kiss you.
“Adiós, mi vida,” he pressed his lips to yours just before you got into your car.
There were so many things that he would spend his life wondering, like: did you know you weren’t ever going to step foot in that house again? Did you know that was the last time you would ever get in your car to go in for another mundane day at work? Did you know that would be the last time you’d ever kiss your husband?
Probably not…but he would never forget.
Miguel was woken at 10:53pm that night out of a dead sleep to a knock on the door. He jumped up, noticing immediately that you weren’t in the bed with him. There was another knock, louder this time.
He knew. Deep down he knew that something had happened to you. With a shaking hand, he opened the door. You weren’t dead, and with that he found some relief, but your odds of survival were slim. Three dumb girls left the bar that night, one of which was too drunk to drive, but you let her drive you anyway. Only one of you had survived the accident, and it was you.
Miguel didn’t care that your face was disfigured, or that you were missing five teeth. He didn’t care that you weren’t going to be able to walk again, or that you might need him to spoon feed you for the rest of your lives together. He only cared that you were still breathing, even if it was labored and sounded like someone sucking the last of their beverage through a straw.
“I got here as fast as I could,” your step-sister, Emily, arrived at the hospital just an hour after Miguel had.
She put a hand on Miguel’s back as she sat next to him in the waiting room, seeing how distraught he was. With a heavy sigh, she brought both hands together and held onto her coffee cup as though her life depended on it. He could see her shaking, but he was still too angry for empathy. In fact, he thought to himself that he was glad the other two women had died, because if they hadn’t…he might’ve just killed them himself.
“How’s she do–”
“Not good,” he snapped, looking over at her.
“Oh, Miguel��” she wiped a tear from his face, “she’ll pull through, she always does.”
Except this time, you didn’t. You lived for forty-two more painful hours before your lungs collapsed and there was nothing any of them could do to save you. It was like his heart had been ripped out and trampled by a stampede.
Mi vida.
He thought about killing himself that night; considered taking the gun out of the safe he kept in the closet, holding the barrel to his skull and pulling the fucking trigger. There was nothing -nothing- that mattered to him more than you, and nothing that ever would matter more than you.
He didn’t though. There was a nagging in his head that told him not to do it, and so he put the gun back in the case and closed it, replacing it in the closet. He helped your step-sister, step-father, and your mother with funeral arrangements, but he hardly participated. Was he really supposed to give a shit what the flowers that surrounded your casket looked like? Fucking stupid.
Nothing felt the same after you were gone. Coffee didn’t smell the same, and food didn’t taste the same. He even had to start going to an actual hairdresser to get his hair trimmed because you weren’t there to do it for him. He was lost without you, in every way.
Months went by, and he’d hoped it would get easier, but it hadn’t. He still saw you in every aisle of the grocery store, picking out your favorite snacks. He still woke up in the night in a sleepy haze, reaching to wrap his arm around your torso, but he never found it. Miguel would sometimes still accidentally pour two cups of coffee on Sunday morning, forgetting that he’d be sitting alone on the patio.
“Dr. O’Hara!”
He jumped, looking up from his notepad to see his boss, Dr. Carleton Drake. The man looked down on him where he sat. He put a hand on Miguel’s broad shoulder.
“I know you’re still going through a tough time here, but we’re on the forefront of a scientific breakthrough and I need you to be present, alright?” He raised his dark eyebrows at Miguel. “I need that brain of yours on this project. I need you to get it together, big guy.”
The breakthrough in question was something right out of a science fiction movie. Miguel had always scoffed at Drake’s overly ambitious dream of traveling the multiverse, assuming the multiverse even existed. Truth be told, he’d thought it was all hogwash, but the idea that struck him that day gave him hope…hope that he might see you again.
It took three more months of sleepless nights, tireless tinkering and research for him to make something that worked. Drake was beyond impressed with the initial test, sending a rabbit from their universe to another and bringing it back with a camera attached to its collar.
“Someone dispose of the carcass,” Drake said, pulling the camera from the creature.
Miguel felt like he had a new purpose, a new reason for living. He needed to find a way to make the device work. It became his mission, because he knew once he figured it out, he would finally see you again.
It was a year and a half after you’d passed on the dot that the device was ready, as ready as it would ever be. He’d made it compact and sleek. It looked no different than a watch, and he could hide under a sleeve if needed. The most recent rabbit they’d sent out lived, but only as long as it didn’t come back. Every specimen sent out seemed to perish on the journey home.
Miguel understood that the device was flawed, and far from perfect. Having a watch that could take him to any universe imaginable, but couldn’t return him to his own, didn’t matter to him though. He didn’t want a world without you in it, and he had no intention of coming back once he left.
Miguel returned home, grabbing some essentials, not knowing where the watch might bring him, and he put the items in a small knapsack for the journey. There was a single photo, one of the two of you that he wanted to take as well, so he could always remember the original you, for what it was worth.
When he fired up the watch, he let it choose a destination at random. He didn’t know where he would end up, all he knew was that he would find you, no matter what universe you were in, and that he would make sure he never lost you again.
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Note: The show notes and the story synopsis are not final, this is just currently what I have in mind. Just not that I thought that Rogers: The Musical in Hawkeye was cringe and I want this to be an Avengers musical with a much higher quality.
Assassins In Love (An Avengers Musical)
Production Notes:
The story and the production design will incorporate elements from the comics, in particular the 616 timeline, but there will be references to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. References to the Avengers Assemble and Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cartoons are very welcome. The goal of the production is to be fan service in good taste, but in such a way that non-fans can also enjoy it. Action scenes/language/sensuality will be kept at the PG-13 level.
The songs will be in the style of classic Broadway and Disney musical numbers, with touches of hip-hop and big band jazz. The superheroes and villains in their fight scenes will wear bright, colorful costumes based on their comic book and film counterparts.
The majority of the story takes place in 2010s New York City. Scenes with flashbacks and travel to other places can be depicted with lighting and stage effects.
Genres: Action, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Suspense, Spy thriller
Characters:
Starring Characters: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow
Supporting female characters: Sharon Carter/Agent 13, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch
Pepper Potts appears at the party in Act I and in the Finale
Supporting Male characters: Steve Rogers/Captain America and Sam Wilson/Falcon; Tony Stark/Iron Man, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, and of course Clint Barton/Hawkeye
Villains: Alexander Pierce/Red Skull and Madame B from the Red Room; Kingpin also appears briefly in Act II
Avengers Chorus: Vision, Thor, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Scott Lang/Ant-man and Hope Van Dyne/Wasp; Doctor Strange; Peter Parker/Spider-man, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver; Rhodey/War Machine
Villain Chorus (for opening Avengers battle): Including but not limited to Loki, Baron Mordo, Mysterio, Doc Ock, Whiplash, and Zemo
Extras: NYC Civilians, SHIELD/Hydra agents
Clint Barton’s family from the MCU will be mentioned throughout the play and appear in the finale
Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter will have a romance that parallels and foils Bucky and Natasha’s relationship; they will be a couple by the end of the show.
Story Synopsis
ACT I:
Prologue—(The prologue will be depicted in a montage of scenes and dances with minimal dialogue).
Steve Rogers/Captain America and Bucky Barnes were best friends and fought side-by-side in World War II. At the end of the war, Captain America goes missing and Bucky is captured by Hydra. Red Skull turns Bucky into the Winter Soldier and uses him as an assassin to enforce Hydra’s agenda.
Meanwhile in Russia, the Red Room headed by Madame B trains young girls to be assassins but incorporates ballet into their program. Young Natasha Romanoff is one of the best pupils in the Red Room. Red Skull and Madame B arrange to have the Winter Soldier train with teenaged Natasha.
In modern times, Captain America returns. He fights the Winter Soldier only to discover that his opponent is his long-lost friend Bucky. Bucky goes into hiding.
Present Day
The Avengers save New York City from a team of supervillains. After the battle, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff have a personal chat. Steve is adjusting to the modern world. However, ever since his encounter with the Winter Soldier he suspects that Hydra could be building in secret. He is also looking for Bucky but so far the search is fruitless. Natasha Romanoff is content with her existence as an Avenger, but she wonders if she can ever have a normal life and do something besides be an assassin. Sam Wilson arrives to tell Steve that Bucky has turned up.
At the headquarters of SHIELD, Director Nick Fury suspects that Hydra is rising again and warns Phil Coulson and Maria Hill to be on the lookout. Hydra is, in fact, operating under Fury’s nose, led by the Red Skull disguised as Alexander Pierce. Pierce works in a high-profile position at SHIELD. Madame B pays Pierce a visit, and together they plot to destroy the Avengers and help Hydra take over the world. Throughout the play, Madame B is in the background of various crowded scenes, spying on the characters.
After spending months in hiding, Bucky Barnes is in Brooklyn, his and Steve’s childhood home. Bucky is living in the streets while trying to remember his past and put his Winter Soldier days behind him. Steve Rogers finds Bucky and offers him material help. After some persuasion and argument, Steve gets Bucky to move in with him and Sam. Steve also invites Bucky to a party that night being thrown by Tony Stark.
Tony Stark throws a party at the Avengers Tower in Manhattan. While the other guests enjoy the party, Bucky sees Natasha Romanoff from across the crowded room. He remembers her from the Red Room. Natasha sees Bucky also, and she recognizes him. They meet and they talk briefly.
A few days after the party, she goes to Central Park and she sees Bucky again. They discuss their shared past.
Steve gets Bucky a job at SHIELD as a super-agent. For his first assignment, Bucky is sent out with Natasha Romanoff. It is at this point that Bucky recognizes that he has a growing romantic attraction to her.
ACT II:
Bucky has a hard time hiding his feelings for Natasha from the other Avengers. The Avengers and their coworkers at SHIELD believe that Natasha might like him back, but she is in denial. Nick Fury sends Bucky and Natasha undercover to a party in Manhattan hosted by Kingpin. Natasha and Bucky dance together at the party, and then they fight Kingpin’s thugs and arrest the crime magnate.
After the party, Natasha and Bucky frequently go on assignments together, but they also start seeing each other outside of work. Bucky is unsure about where to take his relationship with Natasha. He goes to Steve for advice, and as they reminisce about old times, they rekindle their former friendship. Later, Bucky summons up his personal courage and he tells Natasha that he loves her. They start ‘officially’ dating as a couple, but Madame B is spying on them. Maria Hill, however, is in turn spying on Madame B. Hill tips off Fury that Hydra is going to make their move.
Natasha rented an apartment in Manhattan (furnished by SHIELD) for an ongoing assignment and she is staying there while she and Bucky are dating. Madame B breaks into Natasha’s apartment while she is getting ready for a date with Bucky. Natasha is overpowered and tied to a chair. Then Madame B disguises herself as Natasha and she goes out and captures Bucky.
The Avengers receive Nick Fury’s call for help and they ‘Assemble’ to take out Hydra. Sharon Carter makes a phone call to Natasha and learns that Natasha has been captured and that Bucky is being lured into a trap. While the Avengers go to save Bucky, Natasha attacks her guards and frees herself to go join the Avengers.
When the Avengers come to rescue Bucky, Alexander Pierce reveals himself to them as Red Skull. There is a battle between the Avengers and the Hydra sleeper agents. Natasha arrives, and during the combat she and Bucky steal several moments to ask each other if they are all right. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes take turns fighting the Red Skull. Red Skull attempts to set off a bomb, but Natasha disables it. Bucky kills Red Skull. Madame B and the other Hydra agents are arrested. Bucky asks Natasha to marry him and she says yes.
Finale: The Avengers throw a big wedding for Bucky and Natasha.
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[ Fandoms + Characters ]
If they’re not listed below, I don’t write for them.
All American | Asher Adams
American Horror Story | Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, Dandy Mott, Michael Langdon, Xavier Plympton, Bobby Richter Jr.
Arrow | Slade Wilson, Oliver Queen
The Breakfast Club | John Bender, Andrew Clark, Brian Johnson
The Boondock Saints | Connor McManus, Murphy McManus, Rocco
Criminal Minds | Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan
The Crow | Eric Draven, Jimmy Quervo
CSI Las Vegas | Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown
CSI Miami | Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe, Tim Speedle
CSI New York | Danny Messer, Don Flack
Dazed & Confused | Ron Slater, Randall Pink Floyd
Detroit Rock City | Lex, Hawk, Tripp, Jam
The Flash | Cisco Ramon, Barry Allen
Friday Night Lights | Landry Clark, Matt Saracen, Tim Riggins
Ghostbusters | Ray, Peter, Egon, Winston
Gotham | Jerome Valeska, Riddler
Horror Movies | ask upon request, tbh
Harry Potter | Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom + Sirius Black, Severus Snape
Legends of Tomorrow | Ray Palmer
The Lost Boys | Allen Frog, David, Edgar Frog, Michael Emerson, Sam Emerson
Mayans MC | Angel, EZ
MCU | Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier, Bruce Banner / Hulk, Captain America / Steve Rogers, Eddie Brock / Venom, Hawkeye / Clint Barton, Loki, Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver
NCIS | Timothy McGee, Tony Dinozzo
Outer Banks | JJ Maybank, John B Routledge, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton
The Outsiders | Dallas Winston, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis
Punisher | Billy Russo, Frank Castle
Riverdale | FP Jones, Jughead Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweetpea
Shameless | Lip Gallagher
Sons of Anarchy | Jax Teller, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston
Supernatural | Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Stranger Things | Argyle, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington & Tommy Hagan
Teen Wolf | Stiles Stilinski
The Vampire Diaries | Damon Salvatore
The Walking Dead | Daryl Dixon, Negan, Shane Walsh
[ what i do / don’t write ]
These are my hard and fast nopes. Any requests sent in for these will be deleted immediately. Save yourself the time and don’t ask.
● sexual assault, non-con, rape or attempted rape and pedophilia. ● incest ● beastiality ● domestic violence ● anything involving urine or feces ● anything that glorifies self harm or mental illness or suicide ● anything that glorifies racism or other harmful ideology ● underage pairings ● popular pairings/ships - pairings/ships in general ● one shots of any kind unless I’ve made a post that states otherwise beforehand. I don’t write one shots and trust me, none of you want me to, lol. ●
These are the things I’m willing to write, feel comfortable writing and enjoy writing. Feel free to send these + know that you’re going to see a lot of them on the blog as you read.
● nsfw alphabet / fluff alphabet ● headcanons, personalized or just in general ● you can send me your headcanons and if I agree, I’ll elaborate on why. Because it’s always fun to hear an idiot ramble, right? ● aesthetics and moodboards, maybe even playlists? I’ve gotten really into making playlists lately, so.. We shall see. ●fluff ●angst ●friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, strangers to enemies to friends to lovers, you name it. ● hurt comfort and pining, mutual or otherwise ● tropes like ‘there was one bed’ or ‘body heat = warmth’ ● requited/unrequited love ● i dabble in darker themes ( horror, fantasy, etc ) so yeah. ●omegaverse, when/if I feel i haven’t botched it entirely ●friendships, family dynamics ● slice of life ●happy endings -or open endings, for the win ● what if scenarios / au type stuff ●
[ rules + stuff you need to know ]
Absolutely no minors. I’m over 18.. Way over 18. It just doesn’t feel right or comfortable for me to engage with anyone who is a minor for several reasons. So, if you’re underage / your blog is ageless / ageless and content free / content free, you’re most likely going to end up blocked.
Anyone sending hate in messages or asks / starting fights or being rude to each other in the comments on my posts will be blocked immediately. I’m not here for it, I don’t want any part of it and frankly, I don’t care enough about fandom drama, ship wars or faceless opinion enough to engage further. It’s a waste of time. Just be kind to each other, please? It’s… really not that hard? TLDR; do not fuck up Ashes’ zen/escape space.
Read all warnings. Tags to look for are ← trigger warning; (trigger) or ← warning; (trigger) / any variant of the bolded including ← tw;trigger or ← cw;trigger or if it's just smut, <- warning. adult content. There will also be a warning area on each post, so it’s worth it to check that out before reading. If you ignore the tags / warnings, whatever you end up seeing as a result is your own fault and is now strictly a you problem. If you’re looking to avoid my adult content altogether, the tags you need to look for are ← minors dni; adult intended content or any variation of that including ☠ this symbol or this one ♥ on my masterlist, in the warnings area/tags.
Any requests containing my own personal nopes listed above will be deleted upon receipt. I can’t stress enough how unwilling I am to compromise my personal boundaries.Please respect this, okay? Just don’t send it if I’ve already clearly stated I won’t write it.
Requests are done on my own time, in whatever order I feel most motivated to do them in and all requests will not make the cut. If this is a problem for you, you’re being warned in advance. It’s probably not a good idea to request it from me.
Any character I write for is 18+, regardless of canon. I do not write for minors. My writing isn’t tailored to them so it’s not about them. So, if you’re looking for a writer who writes those younger fandom characters, look elsewhere. End of story. If this bothers you at all, don’t read, ig.
Reader inserts are gender neutral / gn, female and all must be human.Pairings are typically female/male or gn/male and/or gn/female. I’m a person who was born as and identifies as a female and I happen to be straight, so out of respect for everyone, I’m opting to stay in my little lane.
Occasionally, I have a reader insert that turns out to be well… a little more heavily personified. If this is a problem for you, the tags you need to be on alert for are any variant of ← warning; heavily personified reader ( traits ). If you’re looking to avoid that on my masterlists when I finally get around to remaking them, you’re going to want to avoid anything with ☻ beside the title/description. I’ll probably also put ☻ in the tags too, just to be sure nobody reads anything they don’t want to.
I write original character pieces. And self inserts. And I enjoy writing them. I stopped posting them to here but.. I’ve recently come to the decision that I’m going to post them again and IDC if they’re ‘unpopular’ or ‘cringe’. If you’re the kind of person who can’t stand reading something with an original character / self insert present, you’ll need to look for ← warning; original character content or any variant of that and this symbol ❃. I’ll put the symbol in my warnings and in the tags just so nobody is forced to read my self-indulgent bullshit, no worries.
Last but not least.. If the ask box is off or there’s a HIATUS / SEMI HIATUS notice in my bio area on the blog or pinned as a post, requests are closed. Currently, I am.. Still on hiatus. But, I’m *fingers crossed* hoping to return soon.
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Headcanon that MCU Kate Bishop got the idea for boomerang arrows from growing up watching Last Airbender and her favorite character being Sokka.
Also headcanon that she always gravitated towards non-super powered characters that are surrounded by super powered characters and keep up through sheer luck, skill, and concentrated power of will, even before she was saved by Clint during the Battle of New York. (what? I’m not projecting, you’re projecting)
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An Asgardian Date
Or, in other words, you get snatched by Loki and end up dragging him around Asgard while he tries to hide his blushing.
This was actually meant to be a non-canon oneshot sort of thing connected to Any Fan's Dream, but if you haven't read it, you can still read this it might just be a little confusing at the beginning.
After the first two times getting taken by Loki(also that time he broke into your apartment), you really shouldn’t have been surprised when he kidnapped you on your way to Avengers Tower(again).
~~
It had been a normal day- well, as normal as a day living in the MCU could be.
You had struggled to get your eyes open in the morning, but when you remembered that it was one of the days you interned with Tony, you just about flew out of bed to get ready. You did your usual morning routine, ate the breakfast “your” dad set out for you in the morning(even though “your” mother insisted you were old enough to make your own meals), and went on your way to Avengers Tower.
You had taken the bus, arriving at the bus-stop you always did(the one Peter had to remind you of because you were completely lost wandering around MCU New York), and exited only about a block away from the Tower.
Honestly, you would’ve thought you’d be safe from kidnappers being so close to the Tower, but fate decided to remind you that you were wrong.
A hand grabbed your shoulder, and while your mind belatedly remembered the training Natasha and Steve had been drilling into you, the person was too fast, and with another blink, you were somewhere else.
Your entire body tensed the moment that person touched you, and the moment your eyes opened again, you were almost blinded. You blinked rapidly, then squinted at the new surroundings. Once your mind latched onto the fact that you recognized the place, you relaxed, knowing exactly who had kidnapped you.
You took a couple minutes to marvel at the golden palaces that were so abundant on this planet, the sun rays bouncing of the glinting edges and leaving it in an ethereal light.
Once you got a rein on your awe, you sighed. “Really, Loki? You couldn’t have asked before kidnapping me? Now, Mr. Stank is gonna get all worried again.”
Loki’s eyes twinkled with something akin to amusement. “What a peculiar thing to worry about. After all, you just said that you were kidnapped. Should you not be panicking and trying to find a way to get out of this predicament?”
“Oh noooo,” you lamented flatly, “I’ve been kidnapped...again! Whatever will I do?”
Loki could’ve laughed at how little you seemed to give a shit about being kidnapped, but he restrained himself.
“I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore,” you looked at Loki, “Is there a reason you snatched me? Or were you just bored?”
”So the mortal is not entirely dense,” Loki remarked, “How refreshing.”
”Aww, thanks.” You placed a hand on your chest, feigning being flattered. “You really are too kind, you know that?”
“Oh, trust me, I know.” Loki’s shit-eating grin made you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t deny that it was attractive.
You looked around. “So, why am I here?”
“I was lounging in my chambers, thinking of all the ways I make our universe better, and it struck me: why don’t I give a lowly mortal an experience far magnificent than anything they’ve ever had?” Loki’s voice was lofty, tone as if he had bestowed upon you the very highest honor. “There is no pastime in any universe greater than the pleasure of my company.”
You grinned cheekily. “Aw, so you missed me?”
”As if!” Loki wrinkled his nose. “How could I—a prince and a god—miss an annoying human such as yourself?”
You hummed. “I don’t know, your blush says otherwise.”
He sputtered. “I will have you know that this is a flush of disgust.”
”Mhm.”
”It is!”
His indignant huff made you laugh, and you patted his shoulder. “Whatever you say, hotstuff.”
“I do not know why I bother reasoning with a mortal.”
”Yeah, yeah.” Your eyes lit up as you spotted something in the distance. “Ooh- come on, hotstuff!”
You grasped Loki’s arm, pulling him with you as you ran.
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”Of all the destinations,” Loki looked at the dome in front of him with distaste, “why would you choose this one?”
”I’ve always wanted to me-“ you stopped before you could reveal that you knew something you shouldn’t, knowing that Loki was already suspicious of you. “Look at it! Why wouldn’t I want to be here?”
You thought that was a pretty good excuse, but Loki didn’t seem convinced. Of course, he always seemed suspicious of you, so you supposed that wasn’t exactly noteworthy.
Before he could say anything else, you entered it, practically bouncing as you saw who was inside.
“Hi!”
You winced at your own voice.
The man in gilded armor turned around, golden eyes settling on you. “Hello.”
”I’m (y/n), I’m a huge fan!” Realizing what you had said, you hurriedly added on: “I mean, Thor always talks about you! You’re like his best friend! And he made you sound really cool.”
You had always been of the opinion that Heimdall was insanely underrated. Like, c’mon, he’s so cool in all the movies he’s in.
He regarded you. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss (y/n).”
“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine!” Part of your brain was screaming at the other part that you were acting crazy, but the bigger part of your brain didn’t give a single fuck.
A hand grabbed your arm. “Well, I see you’ve exchanged pleasantries, now we should depart.”
Loki began to drag you away, and you only waved at Heimdall with starstruck eyes.
~~
”What was that for? I barely got a chance to say hi.”
Loki grumbled. “I do not see why it matters. He is of no consequence.”
”’Of no consequence’? What do you mean?! He’s Heimdall! He’s awesome!”
”I do not see what is so ‘awesome’ about him-“ Loki rolled his eyes “-he is simply a servant of the throne.”
”Ooh, is Thor here? I haven’t seen him in a while. Maybe he can join us.”
”Him?” This time, the sourness in his voice was impossible to miss. “He wouldn’t know the first place to show you, that oaf.”
“Yeah, whatever, you’re just jealous.” You had said that offhandedly, but with how Loki turned away to hide his flush(which wasn’t entirely successful as you caught a glimpse of the pretty red tint to his skin), you realized that you had hit the hail on the head. You hadn’t meant to make him jealous(truthfully, you hadn’t known you had the power to make him jealous, but whatever). “Come on, hotstuff. Show me around.”
”Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have Heimdall show you around, after all, he is ‘awesome’.”
You threw an arm around his shoulder. “C’mon, don’t be salty. You’re awesome too.”
”I am not simply awesome, I am better than Heimdall.” Shrugging out from under your arm, Loki looked at you.
And while you were a big Heimdall fan, you were an even bigger Loki fan so you agreed. “Yup, now let’s go, hotstuff.”
Momentarily stunned by your admittance, Loki didn’t budge. But as you stepped forward, his hand snaked out and caught yours, pulling you closer. “You agree that I am better?”
You were inches apart, and you could see every fleck in his green eyes. “I think that’s what I just said.”
”Such sass.”
You hummed. “As if you aren’t just as sassy.”
”Perhaps,” Loki looked at you, so close to him, the space between you only getting smaller. He didn’t understand, what was it about you that intrigued him? What about you made his face warm, his pulse quicken? Was it your mirthful eyes? Your humorous voice? Your lips that were shaped into that crooked grin? His eyes latched onto that grin, those lips, and he was struck with the uncontrollable urge to touch them. He raised his hand to brush a thumb gently across your lips, marveling at the feel.
You were still, frozen in disbelief at the situation, but the moment he touched you, it set something off in you. You pulled his hand away softly, and with a force that was the opposite of how gently you held his hand, you surged forward to press your lips to his.
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if you people fucking put mcu shit in the very much non-mcu tags im following again im going to new york to set tumblr itself on fire. if i see chris evans stupid loser face in a captain america hat in a gif against im blowing up this whole bar
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Title: Steve and the Sandwich
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 994
Summary: Could a simple interaction with a stranger (a stranger everyone knows) be as simple a start to a love story as that?
Warnings: Haha, none yet - slow burn? Also gluten.
Additional Notes: Second drabble on the blog. This one, again, not strictly a WIP, but a series of drabbles with a plan – and in the same sphere as Bucky and the Bench.
There were scores of other lunch spots, but the line out the door for Defonte’s didn’t surprise or dissuade you as you’d been thinking of their sandwiches all week. The weather had exceeded your expectations, giving you a beautiful light jacket kind of day, with a slight breeze, and a sun that wasn’t glaring down on the citizens of New York yet. You take your spot in line behind a man in a baseball cap on his phone. You take your phone out of your pocket and begin scrolling through your apps as well.
The line moves regularly enough, not too fast or too slow, and after a few minutes, you’re approaching the point where you’ll be moving inside the door, which opens and closes every few moments as the line moves forward and customers leave. When you’re close enough that you can catch a delicious whiff of the food when the door opens, you unconsciously let out a small moan.
The man in front of you looks over his shoulder at you. “I agree,” he says, flashing a grin.
You laugh, a touch of heat rising in your cheeks with a small smile. “I guess I was too distracted to keep it in,” you raise the phone in your hand and slip it into your pocket.
He turns toward you and tucks his phone away as well. “Been here before?”
“Oh yes,” you respond. “You?”
“Since I was a kid – one of its many charms.”
“Me, too. Always worth the wait.”
What is happening? you think. You’re not prone to striking up conversations with strangers in public, but this guy has a smile that has somehow captivated you in how genuine it is.
You offer him your first name.
“Steve,” he returns.
You both just smile for a moment, eyes locked on each other.
There’s another whiff of bread and meats, and the line moves, giving you a moment to break the eye contact as you step closer to the door.
Then your brows furrow. “Wait…” you drop your voice, glancing at the people around you, then back at the features you’re realizing you recognize from a hundred publicity photos and appearances, “Steve – Steve Rogers?” You speak the last only just above a whisper, noting with the baseball cap, non-descript jacket, and the way he’s hunching his shoulders – and really his entire frame – to appear smaller, that he’s clearly trying to fly under the radar and get a sandwich like any normal person, not as Captain America.
He rubs the back of his neck nervously, a slight flush of red appearing on his cheeks. “Guilty.”
You grin more widely. “I’ll help you keep a low profile.”
“Thanks.”
“So, when you say you’ve been coming here since you were a kid…”
“They’ve been open since 1922,” he shrugs.
“Almost as long as you,” you tease.
He shakes his head, but there’s a twinkle in his blue eyes.
There’s a burst of adrenaline over the moment of flirting, and you desperately try to slow down your heart because if you’re not one to speak to strangers in public, you’re certainly not proficient at flirting, so you steer the conversation safely to comparing some of your favorite places around Brooklyn. It’s a safe topic you’d talk to any new acquaintance about.
It’s clearly safe and easy for both of you as the next ten minutes fly by until you’re interrupted by arriving at the counter to make your orders.
Steve orders the Sinatra Special, fries, Nicky’s hot salad, and a macaroni salad. When the guy working the counter asks if that’s it, Steve hesitates for a moment. “Um… whatever she’s having, too,” he says, turning his head to look at you, eyes quizzical.
“Really?”
“My treat if you’ll eat with me.”
Your heart briefly launches into your throat, and you open your mouth, but momentarily can’t seem to say anything.
“If you’re not busy,” he adds.
“I’m not,” you quickly reassure him, and his smile grows to match the broad grin that’s now split across your face.
The guy behind the counter isn’t impatient, but he does gently clear his throat, a small smile under his bushy mustache and beard. “And you’ll have?”
“The Cuban and some fries.”
The conversation does awkwardly pause until Steve pays and you get your food, with just a few glances shared between the two of you, but then once you’ve found a spot to sit and dig in, things fall back into a much more natural state. You end up agreeing to switch half your sandwiches with each other (everything here is always good), and when you reveal that you got your own fork and steal a bite of the mac salad, he scolds you and says it’s a good thing you got your own fries, but scoots both of his other sides to sit right between you two.
You prompt the exchange of numbers, and you send him a thank you text a few minutes after you part. It’s not immediate, but it doesn’t take him long to respond.
No, thank you! Honestly, it was nice to meet someone I could talk to and just be Steve with.
Then it’s radio silent for the rest of the day. Which is fine. It’s totally fine. He’s Captain freaking America. He’s a busy guy.
But when you wake up to a text from him Sunday morning asking if you’ve been to the Carrol Gardens Greenmarket because he’s thinking about heading there around ten if you want to join, you let him know you’re in and flounce happily out of bed earlier than you usually do on the weekend. As thoughts of his warm and eager smile and his piercing blue eyes surge through your brain, you get bursts of butterflies on the way there, but once you see those eyes and that smile again face to face, it feels almost completely normal, and the two of you fall easily into stride.
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