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dirtyvulture · 11 months

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Something’s in the Air - Part 1

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: Natasha returns from a mission after being exposed to a chemical that makes her extremely, extraordinarily feral for you.

Word count: 2362

AN: Here is the opening act of the long-awaited collaboration with @jedi-luca! Enjoy, sinners!

Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

Natasha races down the empty hallway, trying to ignore the blaring alarms and flashing lights overhead. She can’t read any of the symbols marking the doors, and all she knows is that she’s looking for one with a triangle in the center of three overlapping circles, like a variation on the classic biohazard sign.

“You find him yet, Nat?” Clint buzzes in her earpiece.

“Not yet,” she responds.

“Well, you’ve only got about another minute before HYDRA agents flood the building–”

“I know!” she snaps, her eyes finally settling on a triangle surrounded by three circles. “I found it!”

“Get him and let’s go!”

Natasha doesn’t need to be told twice, and she inputs the ten-digit code into the keypad on the door. It lights green to grant her access and she steps into a tiny, square room, no bigger than a broom closet, the heavy steel door automatically closing behind her.

“Uh oh,” she says when she hears the door click shut.

Suddenly, a white smoke starts to fill the tiny room, jetting out from the piping running along the walls and ceiling. Natasha covers her mouth with her arm, fumbling on her belt for a proper mask. The smoke stings her eyes and burns her throat, but the initial shock of pain is quickly overtaken by a warm, fuzzy feeling. Natasha staggers back into the wall, not even feeling the impact of the solid concrete as her stomach clenches in a way that’s familiar and foreign at the same time.

But just as quickly as it had started, the pipes stop pumping out the gas and it clears away through the vents. She wipes at her watering eyes and sees a door in front of her with no lock. More cautiously this time, she opens it and finds herself staring down a young boy behind a glass wall.

“Clint, I found him.”

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Natasha safely extracts the boy, wrapping him up in a ragged blanket she found on his bed, and carries him out in a bundle. She meets Clint just in time before the HYDRA agents realize their base has been compromised. They leave the boy in the custody of a SHIELD van and six agents. Natasha gives him a chocolate before they part ways. Her and Clint escape on the Quinjet, only breathing a sigh of relief once they are safely hidden amongst the clouds.

“When I was trying to get him, I got sprayed with something,” she tells him in a low voice.

“With what?” Clint doesn’t take his eyes off the dashboard.

“I don’t know.”

“You seem fine.”

As if on cue, the same sharp pain that she experienced upon first inhaling the smoke punches her stomach again and she doubles over.

“Shit,” she curses, trying to massage out the ache and feeling her cheeks flame in embarrassment when she finally realizes what the pain reminds her of. Although she wouldn’t describe it as a pain, but that feeling of being so aroused she wants to burst.

“Nat?”

“Uh, never mind,” she says, not wanting to get into details with him.

“I’ll call ahead and have Dr. Cho ready to see you in the medical bay,” he says.

“I–Wait, I don’t think that’s necessary,” Natasha says, but Clint won’t listen to her, he’s already typing out a message to send to the doctor.

Natasha grumbles wordlessly and takes the seat next to Clint, glancing back to make sure the boy is okay. She isn’t sure about why HYDRA had him or why SHIELD made such a point to send in some of their best Avengers to free him. But sometimes, the less details they knew the better, and now she had to worry about what exactly had been in that smoke.

She takes her phone out from the backpack under the chair and sends you a text. But it’s almost three in the morning, so her text goes unanswered. With another 30 minutes until they’re home, Natasha boredly scrolls back up in the conversation, her attention caught by some of the old pictures you’ve sent her.

The first one she looks at is probably the most innocent of the bunch, a slightly blurred snapshot of you post-workout, your skin gleaming with sweat and your muscles pumped. Natasha bites her lip as her eyes trace down the veins on your stomach, following their path to the waistband of your shorts, which is not quite low enough to reveal perhaps her favorite body part of yours.

She quickly skips to the next picture, which is much more scandalous and should not be viewed in a public setting, but luckily Clint is sitting in front of her. You’re lying down, the camera positioned down towards your muscular legs, but Natasha’s attention is drawn to the thick cock you have your hand wrapped around. Her center clenches around nothing; Natasha wishes she had your length inside of her, ramming into her hard and fast, until you came undone and pumped your seed deep into her womb.

“Fuck,” she mutters to herself, crossing one leg over the other, trying to alleviate the pulsing at her core and failing. There was still so much time left until they landed, she didn’t know how she was going to survive. Out of pure desperation, she considers touching herself (still in the vicinity of where Clint can hear her, but he can turn his hearing aid down, can’t he?) right there in the Quinjet, and it takes all of her mental strength to keep her hands on her knees. She doesn’t know what’s gotten into her, why she’s so horny all of a sudden.

All she knows is if she doesn’t have you inside her in the next hour, she may actually die.

Using her advanced Red Room torture resistance techniques, Natasha barely clings to her sanity for the next 30 minutes. She grinds herself subtly on her seat, although it does next to nothing to ease the ache in her stomach.

“Can’t you fly faster?” she asks Clint eventually through gritted teeth. “It’s not like there’s any traffic in the sky.”

“I’m doing my best,” Cint responds.

“Well, going a little faster would be nice.”

Clint doesn’t bite back at her even though he wants to. Overall, Natasha seems okay even after her exposure to the unknown gas, but Clint knows his best friend better than herself. Something is bothering her–badly–and she doesn’t want to talk about it, which means it can only be one thing.

Natasha wants to cry in relief when the iconic “A” of the Avengers Tower comes into view. She practically hijacks the controls from Clint trying to land the plane faster, but just before she can sprint out of the Quinjet, Clint grabs onto her.

“You have to see Dr. Cho first,” Clint says sternly, holding onto her arms in a vice grip.

“I don’t want to see the doctor. I want Y/N,” Natasha says, almost in tears. Her core is practically on fire at this point and she wouldn’t be surprised if her panties are ruined.

“Y/N will be there,” Clint assures her, dragging her to the elevator and going one floor down. Despite the early hour, Dr. Cho waits sleepily to greet them at the entrance of the medical bay. Natasha practically throws a fit as Dr. Cho escorts her to a private room, while Clint disappears without an explanation.

“I’m fine, Doctor,” Natasha insists as Dr. Cho has her sit down on the edge of the plastic bed.

“Agent Barton said you may have been exposed to some unknown chemical,” Dr. Cho says, shining a bright penlight into her eyes and opening her mouth to examine her tongue and tonsils.

“I’m fine,” Natasha repeats, shifting agitatedly and crinkling the white paper covering the bed.

Dr. Cho squints at her. “I’ll be back to run some more tests,” she says, disappearing with a flip of her white lab coat.

Natasha groans and falls back on the bed, unzipping the collar of her uniform down to her chest, flapping her hands to cool her face. She thinks back to the pictures of you she looked at on her phone and before she can even stop herself, sticks her hands down her pants, ignoring how unusually wet she is, her fingers gliding through her soaked folds to press into herself.

“Fuck,” she mutters, kicking her legs wider to find a more comfortable position. Natasha can easily fit three fingers into herself already, a feat that normally takes some working up to, although it pales in comparison to the size of your cock. She pants at the thought of you on top of her, your body hot and heavy against hers, the feeling of your muscles flexing as you devote your strength to pleasuring her. She clenches hard around her fingers, trying to imagine them as your cock instead, hard and throbbing, stretching her apart in the best of ways and filling her better than any toy or substitute can.

Suddenly, there is a knock on her door and Natasha pauses mid-thrust.

“Nat? Babe, it’s me,” your croaky voice says on the other side.

“Come in!” she responds.

You open the door, still in your pajamas. Clint had called you until you woke up, telling you that while the mission had been a success, Natasha had come down with something and you needed to see her immediately. Without properly dressing, you staggered down to the medical bay, worried about your girlfriend despite your own exhaustion and delirium from being woken up at three in the morning.

And now you stare at her, jaw dropped, as Natasha is lying on the hospital bed, her hand disappearing down her shorts, her forehead covered in a light layer of sweat.

“Are you–” you start.

“I need you,” she begs, removing her hand and your heart thumps when you see that it is completely soaked in her slick. “Y/N, please, I need you.”

“What happened?” you ask, as your legs seem to have a mind of their own and gravitate to her side. Natasha reaches out for you, her hand twisting in the front of your shirt to draw you closer. She tugs it up, trying to shove her hand into the waistband of your shorts next and you stop her gently. “Nat.”

“I got sprayed with something while I was trying to free the subject,” she says, clawing at your abs. “At first it didn’t seem to affect me, but when we were on the way back, I just felt this overwhelming need…for you.”

“For me?”

She nods, biting her lip and looking at you with her bedroom eyes. Suddenly, your whole body lights awake, and you strip out of your shirts and shorts, climbing on the bed with Natasha and the structure squeaks under your added weight. Natasha pulls you on top of her, frantically wiggling out of her suit so she can feel you skin-to-skin. She kisses you ferociously, bruising your lips and clacking her teeth against yours, but you respond with equal enthusiasm, not really sure why she’s so desperate for you all of a sudden but not going to complain either.

You roll your hips in a gyrating motion, dragging your hardening cock along the insides of her slick thighs, unable to help yourself when you let out a moan at her impressive wetness. You’ve never seen her so ready for you, and you know you’ll have no trouble slipping inside.

“Fuck, fuck,” Natasha pants, dragging her nails along the muscular planes of your back and gripping onto your butt. “Stop teasing, baby,” she begs, trying to guide you to her entrance but you hold back.

“I haven’t even gone in and you’re already going to cum,” you point out, although you’re surprisingly close yourself, seeing how turned on your girlfriend is for you. You look down to see your cock shining with her wetness, the veins on it throbbing.

“I can’t cum without you,” Natasha says, and you lose all patience and discipline. You line yourself up with her entrance and push in hard, moaning when wet velvet wraps around your cock and Natasha moans in absolute relief at finally being filled. You pound into her, the muscles in your thighs and abs flexing like steel bands. Natasha keens as she takes you, knowing that you’re the only one who can bring her to a high that will have her entire body shaking, her lungs screaming, her nails marking red lines down your shoulders and back that everyone will see when you go to the gym tomorrow.

“God, Nat, you’re so wet,” you say between thrusts, using all your strength to hold yourself upright, when Natasha’s pussy is so tight and hot around you that your thighs are trembling and you can’t focus on anything other than the heat between your legs. You want to last longer, so you broaden your strokes, slowing down your pace but burying yourself even deeper with each thrust.

“Yes, just like that,” Natasha moans as the head of your cock presses against her sensitive walls. “Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.” She wants you to be buried to the hilt when you release her load, she wants to drain you of every drop you have to offer.

“Almost…there…” you grunt, squeezing her hips tighter as you pin her against the bed. The ball of arousal in your stomach burns hotter as you near your peak, and Natasha knows your body well enough to sense that your finish is near. She pulses around you harder and you drop your head against her breasts, panting like you’re running the last mile of a marathon. “Nat, Nat I’m gonna–”

It takes one more powerful thrust that causes the entire hospital bed to collapse under your combined weight. You jerk your hips forward as your cum shoots out of your cock in short, hard bursts. Natasha practically cries in relief as you fill her to the brim.

At the same second all of this is happening, Dr. Cho comes back into the room. She says nothing, only nodding in immediate understanding and quickly backing out.

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AN: Part 2 by @jedi-luca is here!

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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okay I have a vision so (younger obv) reader is new to the bau and they all get called in for case but she was out with her friends clubbing and she is wearing one of those playboy bunny costumes because it was like a costume night or something like that (sorry can't thinking of something else😭) anyway she can't change her outfit because her apartments on the other side of town so she just shows up in her costume and when hotch sees her he like freezes because "omg shes so hot but I can't shes to young for me" and the whole case he's really distracted because he can't get that image of her out of his head and everytime they talk he gets really flustered but tries to hide it...

and I haven't actually thought of an ending but I just love flustered hotch 🤭🤭

You're not quite sure Penelope's 'AVENGERS ASSEMBLE !!! COME AS YOU ARE' text had quite meant this.

Storming through a government building in a bunny suit feels like treason. Somehow. You make it to the BAU's floor, and you're thankful no one else is in on a Friday night. It's just the round table room that's full, and every step you take towards it feels like a step towards death itself.

You try not to walk in like a cartoon character, leading with your whole body instead of slipping a heeled foot through the door first, then letting it trace up your thigh. Your shoulders are hunched and your hands are gripping your eared-headband so tightly that you think the plastic will snap.

Aaron's eyes land on you, and he thinks he's going to explode. Really, he's never popped a boner this fast in his life. The shuffle of his chair sliding further towards the desk to hide his lap isn't noticed, though, everyone is staring at you.

"I will change on the jet," You don't let anyone get a word in, stalking towards your seat, "I didn't have time to change."

"Woah," Derek eyes your bodysuit amusedly, and you're pleased to discover that even if he's teasing you, his gaze isn't predatory, "Not that I'm complaining, Y/N, but why do you look like this?"

Aaron's fist clenches around the screen remote so tight that he hears the plastic creaking.

"I was drinking with my friends," You sink into your seat, bare thighs against the leather as your bodysuit blends in, "And it was theme night at our favorite bar. Something about Res-Erection," You recite with burning cheeks, "People get really creative for Easter."

"Nothing like celebrating Jesus by gluing a tail to your ass," Emily snorts, then her face falls slightly, "That is.. glued, right?"

"Yes!" You shriek, burying your face in your hands, "Oh my god, everyone stop talking! I told you I'd change on the jet!"

"Let's get started," Aaron commands, and you send him a sheepish, thankful glance. He's not sure why he did it, whether it was to save you from teasing or save himself from his jealousy, but either way, you're both glad for the subject change.

Unfortunately, Aaron is distracted. For the first and only time in his life, he's unable to worry about the serial killer you're chasing, and more concerned on scrubbing his brain of the image of your bunny costume. He likes it, he loves it, but he shouldn't be thinking about it, so he's trying to run a deep clean on his brain.

The seat beside him hisses with air as you plop down in it, now fully clothed in jeans and a blouse. Everyone is theorizing as they read through M.E reports, and you use the distraction to lean in.

"Thank you, Hotch." You hum beside his ear, and tingles shoot up his spine, "I appreciated you changing the subject back there. Oh- and, uh, I'm sorry for being so unprofessional. It won't happen again."

"It's alright," Aaron's tongue feels numb as he avoids meeting your eye, now much more interested in the police reports in front of him, "Things happen, it's not your fault. And it was, uh, revealing, yes," He blushes, praying you don't notice, "But nothing I'm going to have you arrested for."

"I think I'll lend it to Morgan," You muse, still murmuring so close to his ear that he's having trouble breathing, "He'd look good with the ears."

He plays along, ignoring the lingering thought in the back of his mind that he would wear the ears if you asked him to, "No, I think Reid would be a better fit. He twitches his nose a lot already."

"You're right," You gasp, knocking your elbow into his, "Thanks, Hotch."

"What are you two gossiping about?" Rossi raises an eyebrow, and Aaron keeps his eyes diligently on his paperwork.

"We're planning Reid's next Halloween costume," You inform them, "Spence, you like magic, right?"

"I do," He nods carefully, "Why?"

"Rabbit in a hat," Hotch murmurs, still scanning the pages as he nods thoughtfully, "Good thinking, Y/L/N. And we can saw Morgan in half."

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sycamorelibrary754 · 8 months

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We're a Family

Summary: You and Natasha are taking your first vacation since the birth of your 5-year-old daughter. While you and Natasha are off on a romantic getaway to Paris for your anniversary, how will your Avengers family handle watching your daughter for the weekend?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Romance

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Some mentions of grief.

A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback on Come Home to Me! I hope to keep writing as I feel inspired and have time. This story takes place after the events of Endgame. Tony survived defeating Thanos with the Snap, and Steve brought Natasha back after returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Natasha questioned for the third time that Friday morning, as you gather the last of the essentials together for your 5-year-old daughter to take to the Avengers Compound. You and Nat were taking your first vacation together since the birth of your child in celebration of your wedding anniversary. Understandably, your wife was struggling with the idea of leaving your daughter. It was all you could do to convince Natasha to drop her off at preschool, let alone leave her overnight.

“Love, we’ve talked about this. It’s only for the weekend, Mila is going to have a great time. Besides, there is nowhere safer for her to be than surrounded by Avengers. You trust them with your life”, you remind her reassuringly as you rub gentle circles on her back.

“Exactly. My life, not my child,” Nat muttered.

It had been five years since you gave birth to your and Natasha’s daughter. From the moment you both laid eyes on her your whole world changed. Soon after, Nat transitioned into semi-retirement with guidance from Clint. She was still available for daily mission consultation or if the situation was dire, but you and Mila are her number one priority now.

You heard little feet padding down the hall, as your daughter runs into your bedroom. Her red curls bounced up on down on her head “I'm ready Mommy and Mama!” Mila squealed.

“Oh, Moya Lyubov, you look so pretty! Did you dress yourself this morning?” Natasha asked, getting down to her level.

“Yes! I wanted to match Auntie Yelena!” as she showed off her mini black vest that Yelena made her for her last birthday, worn expertly over her pink tutu.

“Auntie Yelena is going to love it, sweetheart. You’re going to have so much fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” hugging her tight.

After packing your luggage in the car, you make the short drive to the compound. FRIDAY greets you as you exit the main elevator. “Good morning Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Y/L/N.” The team is awaiting your arrival in the common room.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” you replied, as Mila lets go of Natasha’s hand and runs ahead of both of you, having been here several times already in her young life.

As you enter the room, you see Wanda and Vision in the kitchen as the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air. Peter and Kate are playing video games, Bucky and Sam are playing cards with Clint, and Steve is quietly reading Moby Dick.

“Little spider!” Yelena called out as she entered the room and Mila runs into her arms.

“Auntie Yelena! Do you like my outfit? I got dressed all by myself!”

“I love it malyshka, so much cooler than Mama’s outfit,” Yelena says, as she side-eyes her older sister with a smile. “We are going to have so much fun this weekend.”

“Yeah, about that”, Natasha interrupted. “Mission briefing in five.”

“Mission briefing? Love, we're going on vacation, not a stakeout.”

“Yes, but they have the most important mission of all, watching our daughter.” motioning to the group in front of you.

Your heart warms at how protective your wife is being. This is the Black Widow. A woman who would run into a collapsing building or intercept an alien invasion without batting an eye, but the moment she became a mother, everything changed. She vowed to give Mila everything she never had as a child. To break the cycle of uncertainty and pain that the Red Room forced upon her. Truthfully, you were so proud of how far Natasha had come. From growing up believing love was for children, to giving nothing but love to the both of you.

Just then Tony and Bruce entered the living room arguing over their latest nanotech calculations, with Pepper following closely behind.

“Hey, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, park it,” Natasha said.

“Ah, Rushman, wonderful to see you as always,” Tony says, winking at Nat. She rolls her eyes in response, as Tony and Bruce give you a hug before sitting down and Pepper picks up your daughter.

“Come on sweetie, do you want to go play with Morgan?” Pepper asked.

“Yay!” Mila cheered as they walk down the hall to Morgan’s room.

“Okay, some quick do’s and dont’s for this weekend. No guns, no repulsor rays, no arrows, and no using our daughter as a beta test subject for any new experiments. When Thor gets here, no Asgardian beverages in front our child. Mila’s bedtime is 7 pm and she likes it if you do the characters' voices when you read her a bedtime story. Oh, and if she has trouble falling asleep, a lullaby usually does the trick. Got it?”

“Geez, this is almost as bad as Budapest,” Clint whispered to Kate.

“It’s going to be alright Natasha,” Wanda reassured. ��We’re a family. You know we would do anything for that little girl. Please, go and enjoy your anniversary. No one deserves some special alone time more than you two”, Wanda says as she hands you a tin full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for the trip.

You put your arm around Natasha and kiss her cheek. “Wanda is right, my love. Mila will be fine.”

Just as you complete the sentence, Mila ran back into the room. “Mommy, Mama! Morgan has Puss and Boots: The Last Wish, and we’re going to watch it tonight before bedtime.”

“That sounds like so much fun, sweetheart! I know you are going to be a good girl for your aunts and uncles and Mommy and Mama will see you on Sunday night, okay? We love you so much.” you said.

“Okay, Mommy. I love you!” She said as she hugs you so tight. Natasha knelt to kiss your daughter on the cheek and squeezed her hand three times. Their special way of saying I love you. After one last hug and kiss, you walk to the Quinjet. Tony having offered one for easy and convenient travel.

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By the time you arrived at your hotel in Paris, it’s almost dinner time. After some sightseeing, you two enjoyed a gourmet candlelit dinner under the Parisian moon and a romantic stroll under the stars. When you got back to your room, you received a text message from Clint with a photo of your daughter asleep on her bed. Lovingly cuddled up under a blanket with Yelena.

“See, she’s okay”, you said lovingly as Natasha smiles widely at the picture of her little girl and her little sister.

As you lay in bed that night, you feel more grateful than ever to be here with the love of your life. Both of you had learned firsthand to never take anything for granted.

You were one of the lost souls left behind after the Blip. Struggling with the loss of your loved ones, you began attending Steve’s Brooklyn Support Group once a week. It was after one of those meetings that you were first introduced to the Black Widow.

Natasha hesitated at first to let anyone in. She was too scared to lose anyone else and was convinced that nothing should take away from her commitment to bring everyone back. However, she still found herself finding any excuse to attend Steve’s meetings. Whether that was to bring homemade peanut butter sandwiches for the snack table or shyly offering to give you a ride home.

You weren’t a hero or a super soldier. You didn’t remind Natasha of the guilt she carried over the last five years as the fallout from the Blip continued. You were just yourself, and that was what Natasha loved the most about you. You began to visit her at the compound, and slowly but surely the walls came down for both of you.

When she told you about the Time Heist, you didn’t want to hear it. You couldn’t comprehend the thought of losing Natasha, but you knew that she believed in her heart that she owed it to everyone they had lost to try. When Clint returned from Vormir alone and dropped to his knees, so did you. Grief overtaking you all over again.

As the Battle for Earth became inevitable, the team hid you in a safe house off the grid. Days went by and you lost track of time, stuck in your grief and unaware of what was happening. It wasn't until a knock on your door awoke you in the middle of the night that you dropped to your knees again. This time in shock at the sight of Natasha on your doorstep. Tears streaming down her face, she told you they had won. Tony defeated Thanos with the Snap, and Steve performed a miracle by bringing her back upon returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.

So much life had happened since then. You were married in a beautiful autumnal ceremony shortly after Nat returned, bought your own house, and five years ago and twelve hours of labor later, you welcomed your daughter into the world that your wife sacrificed herself to save. You couldn’t believe how much you loved them both. Fading back into the present moment, you gently move a strand of Natasha’s unbraided red hair away from her face. Her hands move effortlessly to the nape of your neck, and you lose yourself in her touch.

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It’s Saturday morning back at the compound, and Mila is eating blueberry pancakes when Clint strolled in from his morning workout.

“Hey, squirt! Those pancakes look amazing. Did Auntie Wanda make those?” he asked, reaching for the extra plate of pancakes on the counter.

Before Mila can even respond, the plate glides quickly away from him, enveloped in Wanda’s red magic. “Auntie Wanda did make those, but they’re only for adorable little girls named Mila. Is your name Mila?” Wanda said to Clint, with a raised eyebrow.

“No”, Clint grumbled.

“Then make your own breakfast, Hawkeye,” Wanda sighed, patting him on the back.

After breakfast, Sam and Bucky take Mila outside to play. Meanwhile, Steve is in his room working on a mission report when FRIDAY interrupts his concentration. “Mr. Rogers, I’m picking up an elevated heat signature from your shield just north of your location.” Steve looked curiously out the window to see Mila giggling as she slid across the grass. She is sitting on his overturned Captain America shield pulled by a rope tied to the back of Red Wing.

“My shield is not a toy!” Steve yelled out the window.

“Oh, hey Cap! It does make a great sled, doesn’t it?” Bucky answered, pretending not to hear what his best friend said, as Sam laughs out loud.

Steve shakes his head to hide his smile. You meant the world to him, having spent countless hours processing your grief together in that dark and dank recreation room in Brooklyn. He was honored when you and Natasha asked him to be Mila’s godfather. His shield was made from Vibranium, after all. If his goddaughter wanted to play with it, he knew no harm would be done.

That afternoon, Peter arrived at the compound to work on his newest suit upgrade with Tony. Mila is engrossed in coloring at the kitchen table with Auntie Kate when Peter walks in to get a soda.

“Hey Mila, what are you up to?”

“Coloring, do you want to help us?” Mila asked happily.

Peter nodded, and for the next twenty minutes, they got lost in her Disney Princess coloring book. After adding pretty sparkles to Elsa’s Frozen dress, Mila noticed Peter’s Spider-Man suit sticking out of his bag.

“Pretty!” Mila said with wide eyes.

“You like it?” Peter asked.

“Yes, is this how you fly? Mama says you can fly!” Mila declares.

“Something like that” Peter chuckled and tousled her hair.

Down in the lab, Tony had been waiting for Peter to arrive for a half an hour. Unusual, as his protege was normally annoyingly punctual. Running out of patience, Tony asks FRIDAY for Peter’s current location.

“Mr. Parker is in the kitchen with Ms. Bishop and the young Ms. Romanoff, sir.” Tony rolls his eyes as he trudged up the stairs.

“Hey Hawkette, have you seen Peter? He was supposed to — “

Tony stopped in his tracks as he sees Peter swinging from the ceiling with Mila on his back. Kate was too busy filming the entire spectacle on her phone to notice Tony standing there.

“Wee!! Faster, Uncle Peter!” Mila shouted as Peter’s web carries them across the room to the top of the bookcase.

Tony’s eyes follow the pair around the room. Putting on his best poker face, “Okay. I won’t tell Romanoff or her better half, but if you break it, you pay for it. That includes the kid.” Tony warned.

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark” Peter giving Tony a thumbs up.

“And for God’s sake, at least put some pillows down on the floor!” Tony hollered as he walked back to his lab.

*^~^*

In the city of love, you and Natasha took a Saturday evening cruise down the Seine River. It was magical. You had seen the Musée d’Orsay, the Notre Dame Cathedral and had just reached the top of the Eiffel Tower when your phone alerted you to an incoming FaceTime from Carol. You swiped, her face appearing on the screen.

“Hey, you two, I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be on Earth-616 tomorrow for a meeting with Fury and thought I’d drop in on my favorite couple. Wait, where are you?”

“Paris for our anniversary! Our first vacation alone in over five years. Can you believe it?” you said giddily, as Natasha puts her arms around your waist and lovingly kisses your cheek.

“Wow, that’s wonderful! Where’s your little mini-me?” Carol asked.

“With the team, actually if you’re going there anyway could you just make sure that everything is good with Mila?” Natasha inquired.

“Of course. You know you never have to ask.”

“Thank you, Carol”, you gratefully respond. We’ll be back tomorrow evening, so I’m sure we’ll see you then.” Carol gave you a mock salute, before you ended the call and put your phone back in your coat pocket.

“You look so beautiful, dorogaya. After all this time, I still can't believe you’re mine.” Nat waxed poetically, as she removed her scarf and wrapped it around your neck. Natasha could not look more beautiful in the glow of the Eiffel Tower. You decided this is the perfect moment to give her your anniversary gift. You slowly hand her the red velvet box you had snuck into your satchel. Her green eyes went wide at the sight of it.

“Detka! We said no gifts this year, this trip is gift enough.” Nat facetiously scolded.

“I know, but I still wanted to do something special for you,” you said sheepishly.

Natasha opens the box to reveal a simple and delicate gold heart locket necklace. Upon opening the pendant, she is greeted by a candid photo of all three of you. One that Clint had taken during your last visit with his family in Iowa. Nat was sitting on Clint’s front porch with a smiling Mila on her lap. You are leaning behind her with your arms wrapped lovingly around her neck. It had quickly become one of your favorite photos of your small, yet precious family.

“This is so beautiful, Moya Lyubov. Can you put it on me?”

You move Natasha’s braid away from her neck and clasped the necklace in the back. The heart locket fell directly on top of her own heart. It looked perfect on her. You're not sure who leaned in first, but your lips met in a kiss that made your stomach flutter like it was the first time. You couldn’t be happier than you were in this moment.

*^~^*

The Sunday morning sun is slowly breaking through the compound windows. Yelena was pouring your daughter a bowl of Cheerios and singing along to the sound of American Pie coming from her phone when The God of Thunder made his entrance through the Bifrost. Mila jumped and started to hide behind her Auntie Yelena, but ran toward him when she realized it’s only her Uncle Thor materializing in front of them, leaving his trademark on Pepper’s Persian rug.

“Must you do that every time? You’re becoming more of a poser than my sister.” Yelena remarked.

“Of course,” Thor said nonchalantly. “It is the only entrance fit for the God of Thunder.”

He reachesd down and lifts Mila up with one arm, “Odin’s Beard! You’ve gotten so big since the last time I saw you, Mila.” Thor declared

“I know! Did you bring me a present Uncle Thor?” Mila squealed.

“Yes! Now, let’s see here… Asgardian Ale, Mead, no… ah, here it is!” He handed the little girl a small snow globe set in gold with her name engraved elegantly on the base.

“Wow. Pretty snow globe….” Mila whispered.

“It is indeed”, Thor said, sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the little girl. “This is a special Asgardian snow globe. Look, see the rainbow bridge inside it?” He pointed. “Most importantly Lady Mila, if you shake it, I shall be there in a flash. If ever you need me, I will be there.”

“Thank you, Uncle Thor!”, Mila said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. I’m going to show it to my Teddy Bear!” Running to her bedroom.

“You spoil her, you know”, Yelena stated with a smirk, as she began to clean up the kitchen.

“I know, but she is such a grand example of goodness and joy in such a tiny human. She deserves the world.” Thor declared.

Carol arrives shortly after lunch. After a short meeting with Fury in the conference room regarding upcoming mission targets, she finds your daughter in the compound courtyard. She is wearing her vest to match her favorite auntie, as Yelena demonstrates the newest tricks Fanny has learned.

“Roll over! Good girl, Fanny!” Yelena praised the dog. Mila takes a treat out of one of her vest pockets with her tiny hand and tosses it to the Akita.

“Well done, Mila! Before you go home tonight, I will show you what else you can hide inside those pockets,” winking at her niece.

“Fruits and veggies right, Yelena?” Carol deadpanned as Mila runs over and jumps into Captain Marvel’s arms.

“Auntie Carol! When did you get here?” Your daughter giggled.

“Just a little bit ago. I talked to your Mommy and Mama last night. They miss you so much and can’t wait to see you when they get home tonight.” Carol shared before kissing your daughter on the cheek.

*^~^*

The sun was setting on your third day in Paris. You and Natasha spent the afternoon exploring the mysteries of the Louvre. You had always wanted to see the Mona Lisa in person, and Natasha was determined to make it happen. Even if it meant pushing through a crowd of tourists who got out of the way quickly when they realized the Black Widow was the one asking them to kindly move the fuck over.

You made the short walk back to your hotel and are enjoying a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries when Natasha’s phone dinged.

Carol: Hey lovebirds, all good here. Mila is doing great and is so excited to see you when you get back. However, I have a feeling you may want to check her vest pockets when you get home for some “special” presents courtesy of Auntie Yelena. 😘

Natasha giggled, showing you the text.

“The important thing is that they’re bonding,” placing a delicate kiss on her temple.

Following Wanda’s scrumptious dinner of Chicken Paprikash, your daughter was watching Frozen II. Vision attempted to explain the science behind snowflakes to her when Tony strolled into the lounge.

“Hey, kiddo do you want to come down to the lab with me and see the new Iron Man suit the Jolly Green Giant and I are working on?”

“Yay!” Mila said excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Sir, I believe Ms. Romanoff indicated there was to be no experimenting with young Ms. Mila whilst she is in our care.”

“Relax, chrome dome. We’re just looking at the new virtual mockup.” Picking up Mila and carried her to his lab.

*^~^*

A few hours later, Natasha landed the Quinjet and takes a deep breath as she reached across the console for your hand. You both stare out at the lights of the team living quarters in the distance.

“This has been a wonderful anniversary. I love you so much,” you said. “I know it was tough for you to leave Mila for three days, but not only did we have a beautiful anniversary, but our daughter got to spend meaningful time with her family that she will always remember.” You pressed a kiss to her knuckles as Natasha caresses your cheek.

“You were right, dorogaya. This was perfect. I’m sorry I was so nervous about leaving her. I just… never thought I would have my happily ever after. That little girl and you are my everything. It breaks my heart every time I leave either one of you.”

“I know, my love”, you said quietly. Now, let’s go get our daughter and go home.”

You walked into the compound to shouting and the sound of Fanny and Lucky barking. Natasha was about to reach for her spare Widow Bites when you both heard your daughter laughing.

The two of you entered the common room to the sight of your daughter running through the compound. She was dressed in her pajamas and one of Tony’s Iron Man helmets; a can of whipped cream in her little hands. Yelena and the rest of the team are hot on her heels; puffs of whipped cream flew behind her.

Kate skidded to a stop in front of both of you. “Oh, you guys are back. Awesome! Umm, we made ice cream sundaes for dessert. Mila enjoyed hers, as you can see”, Kate motioned, breathing heavily.

Mila took her last lap around the couch when she caught sight of you and Natasha.

“Mommy, Mama! You’re here!!” she squealed, running into Natasha’s arms.

“Hi, Moya Lyubov, we missed you so much!!” Natasha said as she wraps Mila in a big hug before passing her to you to do the same.

“It looks like you had fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” removing the helmet and brush a red curl away from her eyes.

“I had so much fun, Mommy! I got to eat yummy food, ride a sled, fly, and Auntie Yelena helped me hide special treasures in my vest pockets. Oh, and I got a magic snow globe with my name on it!” Your daughter rambled happily.

Natasha looked at you slightly skeptical, wondering if your sweet little girl was exaggerating. With your family, you were never quite sure.

“Wow, that sounds amazing, kotyonok!” Are you ready to go home now?” Nat asked as Mila gives you her best puppy dog eyes.

“It’s okay sweetheart, we’ll come back and see everyone next weekend. Why don’t you go get your Teddy bear?” you suggested.

“I’ll help her with her things,” Yelena said, scooping up your daughter and walking to her bedroom.

“We can’t thank all of you enough for taking such good care of her. I know she would stay here forever if we let her.” You said as you move through the group hugging every one.

She is always welcome here, you two know that.” Wanda said, confident she was speaking for the entire team.

A few minutes later, Mila reappeared with her unicorn backpack and Yelena in tow carrying a couple more bags than what you dropped her off with. You shake your head, knowing full well that the team spoiled her with gifts. Natasha squatted down to Mila’s level and puts her hand lovingly on her back. “Can you say goodbye and thank you to all of your aunts and uncles, dorogaya?” she asked. Mila walked around the room and hugged everyone. It warms Natasha’s heart to see her family embrace your daughter with so much love and affection.

Mila fell asleep five minutes after you put her in her car seat. When you arrived home, Natasha carried her to her bed. She carefully set Mila down and pulled up the covers. You both place a gentle kiss on her forehead and quietly tiptoe out of her room. You make your way to your bedroom, deciding to leave the unpacking for the morning, both too jet lagged. Natasha sat up in bed reading with her glasses sliding adorably down her nose when you turned off the bathroom light and crawled into bed beside her.

“I couldn’t have asked for a more romantic anniversary, my love” you admitted as you carefully removed her glasses from her face and gently kiss her lips. “But there is nowhere I would rather be than at home with you and our beautiful daughter.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Returning the kiss.

As Natasha starts to fall asleep, she can’t help but recall the journey that brought her here. She used to have nothing. Indoctrinated into Red Room with no free-will. A ledger soaked with blood that she wanted more than anything to wipe clean. Then came the shot Clint didn’t take, the chance that Fury did, the found family that ultimately led her to you, and the miracle that is your daughter. Her family would always be there for her, and you and Mila were happy, healthy, and safe. She was better because of it. At last, Natasha Romanoff was at peace.

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If you had a chance to recommend (real-world) superhero comics to the Undersiders, which comics would you recommend and why?

Oh, good question. Its been a minute since I was really into comics (I gotta figure out how to reactivate my Marvel Unlimited account), but I think I have enough background to come up with some good picks.

Lotta good options for Taylor. My first thought is to give her Ewing's X-Men Red (aka "the main reason I need to catch up on Marvel comics"), since a superhero story that focuses a lot on gaining and maintaining societal power and the work of governing as a leader in a super-community seems like it would appeal to the Warlord of the Boardwalk. Plus a lot of it is "kill the previous leader in a way that ensures you have a popular mandate," which I'm sure she'd be a fan of.

If we're talking Taylor at the start of the story or younger—well, I don't know if it makes sense to give her runs of the character she's most a pastiche of, but maybe something that fits the Spider-Man niche could still be appealing for a young down-on-her-luck aspiring hero? I could see her getting something out of the Simone or Ahmed Ms. Marvel runs, for instance.

(While Watchmen might seem like the natural pick, I'm pretty sure she'd lose a lot of enjoyment just from picking out all the ways Veidt's plan was obviously gonna fail for x y z reasons. Also dark deconstructions of superhero worlds would probably seem too familiar to her world for her to enjoy it.)

If Taylor would be interested in comics statecraft, Lisa would probably be more interested in comics spycraft and intrigue. Ewing's S.W.O.R.D. would probably scratch the same itch for her that X-Men Red would for Taylor (and Storm dramatically blowing off Doom would probably satisfy her after all the ulcer-inducing negotiations with Accord.) I might also give her Ewings New Avengers and USAvengers runs (look this is gonna include a lot of Al Ewing recs, get used to it early) if only because I feel like she'd enjoy how Roberto gets characterized in those comics. Magnificent bastard solidarity.

If we're giving comics to Brian, we already need to work past his defensive avoidance of anything that seems too childish, so I don't think we're getting anything pre-dark ages. That said, he famously thinks "looking mature" means "sick-ass skulls and leather jackets," so his idea of maturity might skew a bit into McFarlane territory. Ultimately though I think he'd be most comfortable with something where he could plausibly say "this isn't just a comic, it's actually a well-respected piece of literature." I'd want that to mean Moore's Saga of the Swamp Thing, but it'd probably actually mean The Dark Knight Returns.

As a dark horse pick, I'd give Brian some early New Warriors or Ewing's Contest of Champions, if only because Night Thrasher feels so close to what he wants his vibe to be (dramatic black leather ensemble with a very 90's idea of cool, unflappable expert strategist who pulls his weight despite a powerset with limited applicability, died horribly and came back much later for weirdly impersonal reasons) while also being just ridiculous enough to make me want to see his reaction.

Given Iota's commentary on Alec's pizza habits, I'd think Alec would most be a fan of something intense and bombastic and not mind if its often repetitive. I'd almost say Berserk would be a good match for him, but parts of that that might actually be triggering for him. Maybe some other ultra-violent longrunning work; I haven't read Fist of the North Star but it seems like a safe recommendation; various X-Force runs could work if we're sticking with Western comics.

Rachel really doesn't seem like someone who'd have much appreciation for any aspect of comics. The best bet would be something visually spectacular in a way that could be appreciated on its own, and a plot that's interesting taking issues on their own and not just as part of ongoing runs. I could see Ewing's Immortal Hulk as fitting those criteria; her power gives her an artist's appreciation for Bennett's horrific depictions of the Hulk's transformations (even if praising Bennett for anything feels in poor taste).

Ewing's scripts for each issue of Hulk are clever in a way that I feel Rachel could find entertaining; they don't require an attention she couldn't keep up, but also aren't simple to the point of being condescending. Plus, the thematic focus on "what can and can't be solved through unspeakable acts of destruction" would feel familiar in a way that's less frustrating than normal comic tut-tutting about how obviously we can't attack these guys (plus the greater willingness to say "oh yeah unspeakable destruction definitely is the best way forwards here" would be pretty satisfying).

I feel like Aisha would have more patience for comic tropes than a lot of the other undersiders, (I could see her enjoying the original Fantastic Four run), but at the same time she'd probably enjoy something a bit more complicated and out-there. Ewing's Rocket might be appealing as heist-focused mini, and I feel like the mix of melancholy and absurdity would appeal to her. Rosenberg's Hawkeye: Freefall would work for similar reasons, though replace "melancholy" with "simmering rage."

Morrison's Doom Patrol and The Invisibles both have characters Aisha might relate to for the whole "society largely ignoring or wanting to go away" thing. Plus they both have big weird ideas she'd appreciate, Richard Case's art works well with her aesthetics, and they're both seen as "respectable" series to the point that she might like peppering in references to them in alongside Jules Verne jokes.

Huh, I just realized that Aisha and Brian both ended up chasing an appearance of being mature and somewhat surface-level and off-putting ways. Brian "trust me I'm a normal adult man" and Aisha "I've compiled spider-man quips for every work in the Western Canon and will get frustrated when you don't get them" Laborn, the "something ain't right about that kid" siblings.

(I will say that Morrison's Doom Patrol has some weird black stereotypes so if anyone wants to pitch me on a similar work without Morrison's occasional racism I'd be curious).

I'd give Rowell's run on Runaways to Sabah, if only because "somewhat antivillanous found family group of teens that mostly don't have to worry about anything besides relationship drama" sounds like a nice escape for her. Closer to what she wants the Undersiders to be like. Also, I feel she'd enjoy Kris Anka's focus on fashion in his art.

I don't have a lot to go off for Lily. I could see some of the more recent Captain Marvel runs appealing to her sense of true-blue militant heroism. Ayala's New Mutants or Ahmed's Black Bolt might help combat her whole "villains are ontologically evil" thing, at least to a certain extent.

#apologies for all the al ewing picks but. Cmon. You all know what im about.#greatwyrmgold #wormblr #wildbow #parahumans #mals reads worm #mals says #undersiders

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WARNINGS: violence, mentions of SA, unwanted pregnancy, abuse, angst, blood Here’s the second batch of sketches and Anya’s backstory in the Red Room. Please heed the warning and do NOT interact if any of them trigger you. In the last post I got to briefly introduce Anastasia (Anya) Morozoff, an OC I felt the need to create after reading so many wonderfully written Natasha x Y/N stories where I could never insert myself in. In the last post we left off in Capitan America: The Winter Soldier where Anya was brainwashed by Hydra, much like Bucky was but not as effective, to be used in the next fight against S.H.I.E.L.D. and also against Nat. By the end of the fight, the blonde refused to kill the Widow but she returned with Bucky back to the headquarters where Hydra proceeded to torture and experiment on her. IMG 1: Translation: ”Oh, Anyushka... My Anyuska... What have they done to you?” For the next year and a half Anya was kept in Strucker’s fortress in Sokovia where she was tortured for information, experimented on and kept on the brink of death. During Avengers: Age of Ultron, Tony finds her in the dungeons and calls Nat to help her. She became a shell of human, so skinny that you could easily count the bones on her body, full of cuts and bruises, with in IV in her arm to keep her alive, deep bleeding wounds inflicted on her limbs, a fresh bruise around her neck from someone trying to choke her not long before and raw skin around her ankles from the chains. IMG 2: She was rushed back to the Avenger’s tower where Bruce examined her, treated her wounds and took DNA samples from all over her body. The girl was in shock. She refused to speak, her eyes were dull and she could barely hold her own weight. IMG 3: Judging by the the fact that Anya was a Widow much like Natasha, no one thought of running a pregnancy test even with the clear sings of assault all over her body. But what they didn’t know was that the blonde was in a different program in the Red Room, one for individuals to with greater genetic potential. She wasn’t the first generation of the program and like many others she was kept as breeding stock for Dreykov to produce assassins with greater capabilities. She received the same training as the rest of the Widows, even got to train with Yelena once or twice but she was too young to remember the girl, and instead of the Graduation Ceremony she was artificially inseminated, forced to carry the pregnancy to term and give birth. She was sedated and never met any of her children. After a brief period of recovery when they injected her with a variant of the super soldier serum for faster healing the process was done over and over again. She managed to escape the Breeding Program after Natasha’s failed attempt to kill Dreykov in Budapest. Anya refused to give this information to anyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. including Natasha. Even after they got together, the girl didn’t want to share this, feeling that Nat’s trauma of having a forced hysterectomy was much greater than her own. She felt guilty in a way for escaping the Red Room with her reproductive organs intact. With this in mind, Anya took matters into her own hand and had a quick pregnancy test, fearing the worst after the abuse she suffered at Hydra. Her fears were confirmed when the test came back positive. IMG 4: When the team took a punch after fighting Ultron and the twins, they all retreated at Clint’s farm. Anya along with Nat were already really close with the Bartons and the first chance she got, the blonde asked Laura for advice. Unlike in the Red Room, this time around the woman had autonomy over her own body and all she wanted was to terminate the pregnancy. She didn’t want to go through that again, to relive that trauma. But there was another thing that kept her from making this decision now... and that was Natasha. Anya was already torn into making this decision but after seeing Nat interacting with Clint’s children, how thoughtful and caring she was, how much love she held for the tiny Bartons and suddenly the thought of terminating her pregnancy became nausea inducing. She needed advice and she needed it fast before she began to show, not knowing how long she was due... IMG 5 *BONUS IMAGE*: Laura held pity in her gaze when she heard the news. She didn’t question the biology behind it, the girl in front of her was in need of reassurance, not an interrogation. She tried to make the blonde understand that Natasha won’t blame her for her choice, that she’ll support her girlfriend no matter what it came to but Anya was torn by guilt. How could she have an abortion when the love of her life wanted nothing more than a family? How could she be so selfish to do that and rip the chance of being a mother from Nat? Of having her own child? Of obtaining what she thought was impossible for her... A family. Anya couldn’t do that to her... But then came another thought. How can she tell the widow what she went through in the Red Room? How she escaped with an intact body? How easy she had it in comparison to Natasha? Her mind was racing, her heart was threatening to pound out of her chest and she couldn’t deal with it. And the icing on the cake came when a very disturbed Natasha entered the room, her eyes wide, her mouth agape. She was silent for the first few seconds but then she spoke with a trembling voice: “H-how could that be possible...? Anya?” At hering the familiar voice, the blonde spun around only to be met by green teary eyes who were looking desperately for answers. Answers she couldn’t provide, not at that moment. She was speechless, she was scared, her frail frame trembled at the possibility of losing the one she loved most. ___________________________________ That’s all for now. Hope you like it and that more light was shed on Anya’s story. I’m preying that this didn’t traumatize anyone XD It’s a pretty dark backstory. As always, please leave a comment here or in the tags. It helps more than you realsie with my anxiety and self doubt. ^^ Thank you all for the support and see you next time! Also thank you for your wonderful comments at the last post! It gave me the much needed fuel to continue this ^^ @mostlymarvelsstuff @dirtyvulture @kitesxromanova @neko-neko-motherfucker

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(the young avengers first mission isn't going so smoothly)

Natasha, over comms: (back at the compound) What's going on over there? We should have the readings here by now.

Yelena, to Natasha: We just need to have a quick little meeting.

(she huddles the team of Young Avengers) (everyone is staring at her intently)

Yelena: Fucking get it together.

Yelena: Alright. Good talk. Break! (claps her hands and walks away)

Kate: (runs to catch up to Yelena) Um. I have a few critiques on your pep talk.

Yelena: What? I thought it was to the point. You did not like it?

Kate: Oh, don't get me wrong, it was definitely to the point, but it wasn't very encouraging or practical.

Yelena: (stops in her tracks, turns around to face the team) Your… uh… fighting skills are… uh… not terrible.

Yelena: Alright, lets go!

#bishova #bishlova #yelena belova #kate bishop #black widow #hawkeye #crack #funny #bishlova incorrect quotes #bishova incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #yelena belova incorrect quotes #kate bishop incorrect quotes

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thequiver · 7 months

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Who is....Ruth Aldine | Blindfold? A Reading Guide

Ruth Aldine in an X-Men affiliated mutant from Marvel comics first introduced in 2004. She was born with no eyes or open eye sockets and due to her mutant condition her father left her, her mother, and her older brother only a week after her birth. Spending her childhood tormented by her abusive older brother, Ruth would eventually find freedom and happiness only after her mother had died protecting her from her brother's attempt on her life. Now living with her aunt, Ruth would begin to teach herself to harness and control her extensive mutant powers, but her brother's execution would result in him stealing half of her powers and her being sent to the Xavier Institute, where she first received her codename, Blindfold.

Ruth is currently the girlfriend of Professor Xavier's son, David Haller, and does not have a corporeal form on Krakoa, instead living inside of David's head. David has however as of 3. May. 2023 blinked himself out of existence and Ruth's fate is unknown.

Ruth was born in North Carolina and it is implied that she is from the Appalachian region of the state!

Below the cut you'll find a mostly complete reading order for Ruth!

First Appearances

Ruth's first appearances are found in the lead-up to M-Day/Decimation and its immediate aftermath. It may be beneficial to read Astonishing X-Men (2004/Vol. 3) #1-6 for context before reading Ruth's first appearance if you would like a better understanding of the run.

Astonishing X-Men (2004) #7-8 New X-Men (2004) #23-24 X-Men (1991) #201-204 [A stories only] New X-Men (2004) #37-41 Astonishing X-Men (2004) #15-18

Divided We Stand, Manifest Destiny, and Utopia

In the wake of Messiah Complex Charles Xavier is presumed dead and X-Men are disbanded. There is no home for mutants, no trust and no purpose to live for. Scott Summers is at this time the leader of mutantkind...things are going about as well as you'd expect. This gets picked back up following Necrosha (explained below).

Young X-Men (2008) #1-6 X-Men: Manifest Destiny (2008) #3 [C Story] Dark Avengers/Uncanny X-Men: Utopia Dark Avengers/Uncanny X-Men: Exodus

Necrosha

Necrosha is a crossover event that deals with mutants being resurrected for the dark purposes of Selene Gallio (an old enemy of the X-Men, first appearing in New Mutants (1983) #9) who intends to use these resurrected mutants in her quest to become a goddess.

X-Necrosha (2009) #1 X-Force (2008) #21-22 X-Men: Legacy (2008) #231-233

Utopia Continued

The following issues are a continuation of Utopia!

Nation X (2010) #2 [C Story] X-Men: Pixie Strikes Back (2010) #1-3 <- this a 4 issue story so I would personally recommend reading #4 as well ;) X-Men: To Serve and Protect #3 X-Men: Legacy (2008) #244

Age of X (sort of)

The mutants are almost extinct, tortured by a strike force led by Colonel Graydon Creed. The first signs of the Age of X appeared in X-Men: Legacy #244; the events were removed from the Earth-616 mainstream continuity, with no memories of the alternate lives. If you've taken a look at my David Haller Reading List you'll see this event explained as "David’s desire to be loved forces him to grapple with reality," and as a story that "places David in a role where he has to choose between a false universe where he is considered a beloved hero and reality where he must choose to be a hero despite the fear others feel about him." Ruth's appearances here are still pretty connected to the X-Men: Legacy (2008) plotline we've been following now for a bit.

New Mutants (2009) #22, 24, 27

Curse of the Mutants

In what can only be described as the "oh shit we've run out of ideas" last resort of any creative company putting out too many crossover events in a short period of time..... the X-Office put out Curse of the Mutants. The arc centers on a human bomb exploding in San Francisco's Union Square, covering dozens in vampire-converting blood. It then becomes the mission of the X-Men to track down Dracula's son Xarus, now "Lord of the Vampires", even if that means enlisting vampire-hunter Blade. Yeah.... I don't know either.

X-Men (2010) #11

Schism and Regenesis

Schism follows the break-up of the X-Men at a moment of peak anti-mutant sentiment. Regenesis is the period of regrowth and reorganization following Schism.

X-Men: Schism (2011) #5 <- May be helpful to read #1-4 as well! X-Men: Regenesis (2011) #1 X-Men: Legacy (2008) #259, 261, 263

Avengers vs. X-Men

When the Phoenix Force approaches Earth, Hope Summers is assumed its next host. The X-Men and the Avengers are divided on how to handle the situation. The X-Men believe that the Phoenix Force will herald the rebirth of the Mutant Species, while the Avengers believe that it will bring an end to all life on Earth. This leads to a war between Marvel's two powerful superhero factions.

Avengers vs. X-Men (2012) #3

Legion: Son of X

This is where Ruth's path first crosses with the professor's son, David Haller, in any real meaningful way. It does however mold her story around his and start the descent of her story into being focused around David rather than Ruth.

X-Men: Legacy (2013) #1-24

Ruth has a handful of blink and you'll miss it appearances between Son of X and This is Forever but they aren't..... really important at all and don't really do anything to tell Ruth's story.

This is Forever

The X-Men are all presumed dead, but this isn't the case.

Uncanny X-Men (2019) #11

Legion of X and Before the Fall

Ruth Aldine is back from the dead.... and is now living inside of David Haller's head rather than having a body, and oh did we mention that she now pretty much has no motivations that don't revolve around David and is only seen when she can promote David?..... As a David fan, I am exhausted.

Legion of X (2022) #1-10 X-Men: Before the Fall- Sons of X (2023) #1

Reading list is current up until 6. November. 2023!

#ruth aldine #blindfold #reading guide #reading list #comic reading guide #x-men #x men #xmen #x-men reading list #x-men reading order #comic reading order

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sorcharavenlock · 10 months

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31. Big Ass Avenger.

The Winchesters settle in nicely with Kitty, who keeps me regularly updated. There is plenty to do for them, they certainly don't get the chance to be bored!

I continue with my writing, and Loki keeps himself busy with his hobbies: playing guitar, checking his social media, reading and taking Fenrir for walks.

Then I get a DM from Nea. Her friend 'Webhead' has contacted her, and wants to meet up! He warns her he's bringing a friend who can help.

"He's running late," I say to Nea.

"Who do you think the friend is?" Kitty asks.

"let me send him another DM, see what's taking so long," Nea whips out her phone.

"Maybe it's Thor himself, wouldn't that be exciting?" Kitty smiled.

"Oh yes, I'm practically beside myself, how will I ever contain my joy?" Loki replies sarcastically.

"Be nice," I murmur at him.

"My apologies. Either it is no one important and we're back to square one, or it is truly one of the Avengers, neither of whom I'm eager to get reacquainted with," Loki explains to Kitty.

None of us notices the young man who walks into the coffee shop.

He stands still and looks around, obviously looking for someone.

"Hey Nea, could that be your friend?" I ask.

"Peter?" Nea waves him over and he sits down with us.

"Hi! Yeah, so I'm 'Webhead', but my real name is Peter. Peter Parker. And you must be Nea, Kitty, Marianna... and... and Loki's ghost. Sure. Because life isn't already weird enough." Peter introduces himself.

"It's a temporary situation!" Loki is quick to point out.

"We are trying to help Loki get in touch with his brother, Thor," I explain. "We had hoped you might be able to help with that since you've been able to get up close with the Avengers a few times."

"Up close? Yeah, you could say that," Peter mutters.

"I don't know Thor very well. I met him once or twice, but I'm not exactly on his BFF list. I'm friends with someone who is though.

He'll be here soon, he's just parking the jeep. He wanted to see for himself whether this was for real or a prank. But seeing Loki is actually here, if not a bit see-through, I'm sure he'll help you."

Before the waitress can take our order, the door opens again.

"Oh, I should have probably warned you!" Peter realises. "I can assure you, he's nicer then he looks!"

Half of our group jumps out of their seat.

"WTF! Is that the Incredible Hulk!" Nea blurts out in surprise.

"It's alright, I know Bruce. He won't harm you." Loki reassured Kitty.

We all sit down again.

"WTF? WTF WTF WTF?" Nea thinks as Bruce sits down next to her.

"Do'nt worry, I've got the Big guy under control," Bruce reassures us. "I won't start smashing up the place."

"Loki," Bruce greets Loki wearily. "How are you these days?"

"I have been better," Loki admits.

"I can see that," Bruce agrees.

"So you are trying to contact Thor. I suppose I do'nt have to ask why. Thor left with Peter Quill and some of the others after the whole Thanos thing.

I have a way to contact them, but only in emergencies. I wanted to see what was going on with my own eyes first, it was hard to believe three random ladies would know anything about Loki. Especially since I last heard you were dead."

"this time, I am," Loki admits. "For now anyway.

I have spoken to our mother's spirit and she believes I can be restored to life. She also believes it is important I contact Thor.

Can you help us with that?"

"Yeah okay, this seems emergency enough. But it might take a while, he's not exactly nearby right now."

"How do you know the Hulk?" Nea asks Peter. "And how do you get all these amazing pictures?"

"Let's say I am in a unique position to take them," Peter winks. "it's as easy as taking selfies."

"Wait.... what???????" Nea nearly chokes on her coffee. Slowly the penny drops. "Hey, that's cheating, I'm sure of it!"

"You think you might be able to return to life? How?" Bruce asks curiously.

"I'm not sure yet," loki admits. "We're still trying to work that part out. Right now, I'm open to any suggestions."

Bruce hesitates for a moment.

"I own a beach house in Sulani, it's nice and quiet there. Local legend speaks of healing waters that are rumoured to cure anything, possibly even death."

"It's a good a lead as any," Loki shrugs.

"I'm not promising anything, I haven't been able to find it. But come to Sulani, and we'll look for it together!"

"Yay!" Peter and Kitty cheer at the same time. "beach holiday!"

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Daredevil & Spider-man Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Daredevil in the Tower by FuhkinIero - Rated T

Daredevil shows up at Avengers Tower asking for Spider-Man's help in finding Deadpool, and Peter has a lot to explain to the Avengers. Ft. Matt lecturing Tony, Identity reveals, and team red shenanigans

avocado socks and burnt pancakes by aloneintherain - Rated G

“Oh, my GOD,” Karen said.

Peter blinked at her. Karen blinked at him, mouth hanging open. Matt sighed, and said, “Peter. Mask.”

Said mask was still in the kitchen, where Foggy had wrestled it off of the young vigilante earlier, armed with disinfectant and cotton buds and a vicious need to nurture dumbass super-humans.

Peter sank low on his haunches, until only his huge eyes and fluffy hair could be seen over the top of the couch. “Whoopsie.”

Devil's Food Cake by Biromantic_Nerd - Rated T

One chance encounter that leads to another that, along the way, leads to Foggy choking on his coffee.

Matt sighed. "Yes, Foggy." He replied in an exasperated tone. "This is my teenage child that I've never mentioned having before today."

Foggy shrugged. "Well," He stared at Peter thoughtfully, "You never know with you nowadays."

How (Not) to Meet New People by aloneintherain - Rated T

“Why is there a teenager in our office?”

Foggy stood in the threshold of the office, mouth slightly agape, most likely wondering if he’d walked into the wrong building. The kid waved at him, smile huge under a blooming black eye and spilt lip.

“Foggy,” Matt said, far too calm for someone who was in the presence of a beaten, bloodied, teenage stranger. “This is Peter.”

The Devil and the Unknown by phoenixyfriend - Rated T

The boy doesn’t approach him as Daredevil. Not at first.

“Hello, Mister Murdock, you don’t remember me, nobody, um, remembers me—no, no, that sounds dumb.”

“Hi, Mister Murdock! I’m Peter Parker, and I kind of stopped being a person, a few months ago, and you helped me once and I was hoping you could help me find out if I still have a social security number? No, that’s worse.”

“Hi, I’m Peter Parker. You don’t remember me, but you helped me once, and I know you help people who are in… weird situations. There was a wizard involved. I don’t know if I’m legally a citizen anymore, and… no, that doesn’t… heck.”

i hear, said the blind man by momentofmemory - Rated T

Before Peter can finish his sentence, two things happen.

First, a red and black billy club comes flying from the rooftop and incapacitates the ninja about to turn Peter into a shish kaspider, and Peter thinks holy shit I’m going to meet Daredevil.

Second, the ninja’s sword careens towards the weapons crate and slices clean through one of the power cores, and Peter thinks holy shit I’m going to die.

A Floor Away by Merely_Specters - Rated G

Peter Parker moves in a floor below Matt Murdock.

piercings versus healing factors by orphan_account - Rated G

“Dude, can you even get a piercing?” Ned asks suddenly, looking between the two of them.

“Sure, why not?" Peter asks, tilting his head in thought. "Pretty sure May had a daith and lip piercing when she was younger. Plus she has a helix now,” Peter offers.

Ned gives him a look and grabs a pin from his backpack before stabbing it, lightly, into Peter’s hand.

Dude what the hell.

“Watch,”

After a few minutes, the intention became clear.

“What if I got tetanus or something,” Peter mutters, running a finger over the now healed skin.

“Don’t you have like a super immune system too?”

Definitely not the point but yeah.

“So, still wanna get a piercing?”

Ah. Damnnit.

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Peter wants to get a piercing, he decides. The only problem is that his healing factor seems to disagree with him.

Spider Season by Selador - Rated M

Peter Parker is Ben Urich's intern at the Bulletin. He's alright, as far as interns go. Bad coffee, but he fights crime bosses who want Ben dead. That wins a lot of points with Ben, that's for sure.

A Different Kind of Mask by aloneintherain - Not Rated

“So, you remember the plan, right?” Matt whispered. The sirens in the distance picked up, the sounds of the police officers on foot growing louder.

“You’re blind and I’m just a scared teenager,” Peter said back, nodding. “Got it.”

#spiderman fic rec #daredevil fic rec #spider-man #daredevil #peter parker #matt murdock #veryace recs #fanfic recs

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sjsmith56 · 11 months

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Always Bumping Into Each Other

Summary: Somehow a woman and a toddler boy seem to show up at the worst times possible during assorted Avengers operations.

Characters: Bucky Barnes (grumpy, then soft), Avengers team (various), original female character and 4 year old boy.

Length: 2.9K

Warnings: None, other than some violence in the name of self-defence and swearing.

Please do not copy and post this story to any other platform or translate it without my consent. If you like it please reblog. I’m new at posting on Tumblr and I need the encouragement.

“Do you see the contact yet?”

Sam was circling high overhead, watching the approach of a defecting HYDRA agent who said he wanted to change sides but would only give himself in to the Winter Soldier.

“Not yet,” replied Bucky, seated at the cafe table in front of the coffee shop. “I feel exposed just sitting here.”

“That’s what you get when you’re requested to be the person to bring him in. Hold on, he’s ducked inside of a shop. Stay alert everyone.”

There were check-ins from the others who were scattered around the immediate vicinity. Then, out of nowhere, Bucky could hear a voice.

“Corey? Where are you sweetie? No, don’t you run away from me. Corey … dammit.”

It was the kid he saw first, about four years old, with a look of glee on his face, coming towards him at full tilt, with a frantic woman chasing him, begging him to stop.

Standing up, Bucky stepped in front of the child, scooping him up in his arms and holding him until the woman caught up.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she exclaimed when she got to Bucky. “He climbed out of his stroller and took off like a bat out of hell. He’s faster than he looks.”

“No problem,” he replied, trying to hand the boy back as he noticed some people wearing masks and long coats suddenly appear in a perimeter around him. “Uh, would you get behind me for a moment?”

“Excuse me?” asked the woman, looking at him with puzzlement, then noticing the gloved hand. “Oh my God, you’re Bucky Barnes.”

He gave her a stilted smile in acknowledgment of her recognition of him at the same time as noticing the people in long coats were suddenly pulling out guns.

“It’s a trap,” he said, in his comms, pushing the table down and pulling the woman and the boy behind it with him. “I read at least half a dozen enemy. I have two civilians I have to protect.”

Several calls of “on it” reached his ears as he reached inside to his jacket holster and pulled out a gun. The woman shrieked slightly but stayed put, hugging the boy tightly and crouching as low as she could behind Bucky and the cafe table.

“Buck, sending the shield, on your nine,” said Sam’s voice.

Bucky looked left in time to put his hand up and catch the vibranium shield, holding it up between him and the intruders. They began firing anyway, making Bucky shake his head at the futility of them shooting at a bulletproof target. Firing back several times, he stopped when he saw Sam dive bomb the closet gunman, picking him up and dropping him into a fountain at the other end of the plaza. Peter’s webs encased the next man, then the young Avenger pulled on it lifting the man and hanging him in his cocoon from a lamp post. From his peripheral vision he saw another man rush towards him and stepped up, throwing the shield at his midsection knocking him over into a flower cart before the shield returned to him. Quickly, looking behind him to check on the woman and the boy he was shocked to see her in a tug of war with another gunman as he tried to take the boy. Shooting the man in the knee, he picked him up with his vibranium hand and tossed him about twenty feet away.

“Hold this in front of you,” he said to the woman, giving her the shield, then leaped into the air towards two others, meeting Thor who was doing the same thing from the other side.

Looking back at the woman he groaned when he saw another one of the gunman trying to steal the shield from her. Despite holding on to the boy with one arm she was doing a pretty good job of it, kicking the man in his legs, and using the shield against him as best she could. Striding quickly over he took the man by his collar and tossed him aside, letting Peter finish the job by immobilizing him in a web. Within another minute they had seven gunman covered in webs, and all of the Avengers on this operation visible in the plaza to ward off anyone else thinking of taking them on. Torres, still in the air, said the supposed defector took off in the other direction.

Walking grimly back to the woman Bucky tried to quell his anger at this obvious attempt to kidnap him and to use civilians as hostages. She stood up and held out the shield to him, smiling hesitantly.

“I hope I didn’t wreck a takedown or anything,” she said. “Thank you for protecting us.”

“They were after me,” he replied bluntly, accepting it, noticing for the first time she was kind of pretty. “Is your son okay?”

“Oh, he’s not my son,” she blushed. “I’m the nanny. He is a handful.” Sam and the others approached, making little Corey call out their names. “He loves you guys. I don’t know how I’m going to explain how we were caught in a shootout with the Avengers.”

“Well, you seemed to keep your head, Miss …?” smiled Sam, as he took the shield from Bucky.

“Oh, um, Jones, Cassidy Jones,” she said. “You guys are impressive to watch in action. My friends aren’t going to believe I was part of this.”

Bucky watched her with his usual stern face, but still impressed at how animated she seemed after being involved in two tussles with two gunmen, all while protecting the boy, Corey. As the police came to arrest the gunmen and take statements from the witnesses, including Cassidy, Sam looked at Bucky, who was still looking at her.

“She seems nice,” he said. “You should ask her out.”

Receiving a glare for his suggestion he chuckled then called the others for a quick debrief before they boarded the quinjet. Cassidy and Corey waved goodbye to them as they headed towards their transport. Almost everyone waved back, except Bucky who sniffed then turned away.

➿

“Corey, buddy, I know you want ice cream but you have to eat real food first,” said Cassidy, offering him a French fry.

“No, I want ice cream,” he pouted.

“One fry, just one, please,” she begged, putting it closer to his mouth in the hope of achieving a symbolic victory.

Opening his mouth he took it from her, while looking her in the eye. With a gleam that frightened her he chewed it then spat it out to the side, watching with a smile as it dropped to the floor inside the fast food restaurant. Cassidy sighed. There had to be a better way to make enough money for her Master’s degree than being a nanny to this particular hell spawn. Bending over with a napkin to pick it up, she stood up to put the half chewed food in the garbage and turned around in time to see Corey pushing against the door to the outside.

“Not again,” she groaned as she ran towards him, then found herself blocked by a family leaving at the same time.

By the time she got outside she couldn’t see him and began calling him. The sound of shouts got her attention and she started running towards them.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she muttered as she ran towards what was obviously another Avengers operation gone bad, as she noticed Captain America and the Falcon swooping down towards a melée in the parking lot of a big box store.

As she got closer she could see Corey was being held in the metal arm of Bucky Barnes, laughing as the super soldier dealt one handed with several attackers. Several of the other Avengers were tied up with other attackers as she tried to get close enough to get Corey out of there so Barnes could be doing his job rather than doing hers. Without even thinking twice she ran up to him.

“Give me Corey,” she yelled, as he looked at her in alarm.

“Get out of here,” he yelled back.

“Not without him,” she cried, then yelled again. “Behind you!”

Barnes whirled, putting his right forearm into the attacker’s throat. Turning back and glaring at her he handed off Corey and she ran, trying to find cover that would keep them out of danger.

“No, I want Bucky!”

Corey was struggling against her as she ran, but she held him like a vice, restraining him as best she could. They both watched in fascination as the team took on about a dozen attackers, some of them armed with weapons that she recognized from martial arts movies but couldn’t remember what they were called. One of the Avengers, the new guy, Shang Chi, knew what they were and took them in hand as he disabled his adversaries, then used the weapons to support his team until once again, like at the plaza a few days before, they had everyone down and the sound of police sirens were approaching quickly. She must have relaxed her hold on Corey as he suddenly got out of her arms and took off towards the Avengers, running right to Bucky Barnes and throwing his arms around the big man’s legs.

“I’m sorry,” she said, as she approached him. “He got away from me again. We were having lunch nearby and ….” She stopped talking when she saw his exasperated face.

He picked the boy up then gave him to Cassidy. “You’re not following us are you?” he asked.

“No!” exclaimed Cassidy. “Honestly, we were eating at the fast food place, just over there and I turned my back on him for a just a moment and he was gone.” She looked down, almost ready to cry. “I’m not very good at my job, am I?”

She looked up at him, realizing how blue those eyes were and how they seemed to look right through her. Even though he looked fierce, with this prominent crease between his eyebrows, his voice was soft when he answered.

“You deliberately put yourself into danger to come and get him,” he said gently. “I’d say you’re doing a great job of protecting him. You probably need another pair of eyes just to watch him.”

They both heard a chuckle nearby. “I swear that boy went right to Bucky,” said Sam. “Almost like he was a laser guided missile. That kid has a nose for trouble.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” commented Cassidy. “I really am sorry. Come on, Corey. I hope your mom doesn’t see this on the news. I’ll be fired for sure.”

Holding her hand out, Corey took it and waved at all the Avengers as he walked with her back to her car in the parking lot of the fast food restaurant. Even Bucky watched her go.

“She’s got a good heart,” said Sam. “Next time, get her number.”

“There won’t be a next time,” replied Bucky, suddenly turning away, feeling warm inside.

➿

Even though she was trying to think positively Cassidy couldn’t stop the feeling of dread in her stomach. She was supposed to be taking Corey to a play date but when she got to the park it was eerily empty and quiet, almost as if everyone who were supposed to be there had disappeared en route. Her charge didn’t mind as he made a beeline for the climbing structure and crawled up the steps then posed at the top of the slide.

“Watch me, Cassie!” he called, before diving down the incline on his stomach.

Sliding off the bottom with a giggle he raced around to climb up the structure again before sliding down. Three more times he did it before running to the swings and asking to be pushed. Lifting him into the seat that supported him Cassidy pushed him several times, slowly allowing his laughter to improve her mood. Just as she started to feel better about being in the park alone she looked up, losing the smile that had been on her face, when she saw the strange aircraft hovering above them.

“What the fuck?” she muttered, then grabbed Corey when he swung back to her and began running to the parking lot.

Several people rappelled out of the aircraft, landing all around her but not doing anything. Holding Corey tightly she waited, wondering what they were waiting for. The aircraft went over to an open area of the park, landing and opening a ramp. A man in black came down and right away she knew this man was the one behind the last two attacks. There was just something about the way he walked and looked at her that made her think this “play date” was a setup as well.

“Miss Jones,” he said, his unaccented voice chilling her to the core. “I was hoping you would bring your friends with you.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, defensively.

“Strange,” he said. “Twice they showed up in the same place that you and the boy were. Yet here we are and they are no where to be found.”

“Coincidence,” she replied. “They’re not my friends. They don’t know me or my schedule with Corey.”

“Pity,” he said. “We’ll have to do this the hard way. Take her.”

The shield came out of nowhere, knocking down three of the people who had rappelled out of the aircraft. Taking off through the gap those three had left when they fell Cassidy ran as hard as she could until she was aware of someone running with her. Looking to her side she was surprised when she saw it was Bucky Barnes.

“Trust me,” he said, then scooped her up in his arms without breaking his stride, carrying her quickly towards the quinjet, parked in an open space in a wooded area. Opening the ramp, he let her down at the base of it. “Stay inside, press the red button up there to close the ramp. You’ll be safe.”

Without waiting for an answer he raced back to where the action was and Cassidy did as she was told, pressing the red button he indicated then waiting. They left the outside security cams working on the interior computer screens, and they were able to watch the battle between the Avengers team and whoever the guys in the other aircraft were. It was exciting to be part of it, without being in the midst of it. When it was over she watched as Bucky approached the quinjet. Going over to the control she pressed the red button and waited for the ramp to completely lower. Corey immediately latched himself onto Bucky’s legs as he stepped up the ramp, and he picked the little boy up. She noticed his face was bruised and he had a cut over his eye but what was even more evident was the soft look he gave her as he approached.

“You’re both okay?” he asked. “We’ve been trying to get this guy for a while. He posed as a HYDRA defector but was trying to kidnap me in the hopes of reactivating the Winter Soldier. When he saw the footage of you at the plaza he figured we knew each other and he decided to use it against us, against me.”

“He was tracking me?” Bucky nodded. “How did you figure that?”

“When it happened again at the parking lot,” he replied. “Sam cloned your phone with Red Wing, that’s the flying drone. The play date was a setup, by the other guy, not by us.”

“So we won’t see you again?”

He coughed a little. “We could meet for coffee or go out together,” he said.

“You’re asking me out?” She looked at him, seeing those blue eyes focused on her. “Okay, when?”

He smiled, and Cassidy thought she had never seen someone so handsome as Bucky Barnes when he smiled.

“Tomorrow?”

The other Avengers approached as the police had arrived to take the attackers into custody.

“Did you ask her out yet?” asked Torres, receiving a glare from Bucky.

“Yes, he asked me,” replied Cassidy. “Tomorrow, 7 pm. I assume you know where I live. It doesn’t have to be fancy, just maybe somewhere without kids.”

Even Corey chuckled at that comment, although it likely went over his head. Since Corey wouldn’t let Bucky go he walked Cassidy back to her car, helping to buckle the little boy into his car seat. As they both stood shyly outside the car, Bucky looked seriously at her.

“You should consider a career in law enforcement,” he said. “Every time you got caught up in things, you kept your cool while everything was going down. I know the Avengers are always looking for agents in a support capacity.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” she replied, moving closer to the driver’s side door. “It’s been nice bumping into each other.”

“It has,” he agreed.

Cassidy surprised him with a kiss on the cheek and got into the car, backing it up, then both of them waved goodbye as they pulled away. This time, Bucky waved back.

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givemewallywestorgivemedeath · 1 year

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How do you feel about the various Marvel speedsters, most prominent of course being Quicksilver but also Northstar, Makkari and Speed?

Speed is baby and I love him. Seriously though I've been a Tommy fan for a long time. House of M was one of the first comics I've ever read. My parents took me to a comic book store and I hand picked it out of all the others. It was the first comic I chose to buy (albeit with my parent's money because I was a child). My younger brother was in the hospital at the time, he's better now but at the time it was hit or miss, and I was keeping him company so they wanted me to have something to read while he was comatose. I think I read that book front to back 50 times. Despite its faults House of M will always have a special place in my heart because of that.

The whole convoluted mess that is the Maximoff family is fantastic. Pietro and Tommy included. I'm particularly a fan of Speed though. He's great in the Young Avengers and whenever he shows up with Prodigy and I just really really really like the guy. He's like a kicked puppy in the rain. I wanna give him a blanket and food and another puppy to be friends with. He's so sad.

Pietro I like but in a 'oh my god he's such a fuck up, ain't he great?' kinda way. I really love him. He is such a fuck up though I swear to god. It's different from Tommy too. Tommy is a kid who just wants stability and love and is terrified of being hurt. His 'bad decisions' are a thinly veiled mask for a traumatized kid. But Pietro??? Pietro wakes up and says 'today I'm going to make the worst decisions possible' and then he does it. He kidnapped his daughter at one point, which almost caused a war, and then drugged her, with sacred religious and volatile drugs he stole, to give her powers, which could have killed her. He makes very bad decisions.

Northstar is a bit of an asshole. I'm going to be honest here... I'm not really a Northstar fan. I think it kinda defeats the purpose of Marvel having speedsters in the first place if Northstar is ten times faster than them. It'd be like if Superman was faster than the Flash. It just kinda sucks the air out of Marvel speedsters in general. Like, cool, this random mutant can fly way faster than the speedsters and they have no chance in hell at being faster than him. That's great I guess.

Makkari I'm not super familiar with. I do like Marvel but I definitely don't have the same in-depth knowledge on Marvel lore as I do for DC lore.

Oh also there's Speedball. I think he would count as a speedster? It's been a while since I've read his stuff. If I remember correctly he absorbs energy and then uses it to bounce around at superspeed and create kinetic energy fields. He's connected to space and time and he can control kinetic energy and motion. He can control his molecules and one time he used his kinetic energy to make a suit. He doesn't run but he's still the closest thing Marvel has to a DC speedster.

It is.... extremely unfortunate what happened to him. They took a good, fun loving, nice, happy and wholesome guy and made him the catalyst for Civil War. Had him be responsible for a city blowing up. Took this sweet kind guy and made him a reckless asshole who killed thousands. Then they gave him an edgy make over and had him come back as the darker meaner bader version of himself. Anyway. I was a Speedball fan. Civil War trashed his character though.

#i do appreciate though that Quicksilver Speed and Northstar are all canonically queer though #Marvel is ahead of DC in that regard #marvel doesn't really have a speedster brand though. not like dc. marvel never really developed one #Tommy would be their best best imo. he's actually likable and he hasn't committed war crimes #i think part of the issue is that dc flash fans like the personality and heart. they aren't drawn specifically to superspeed #so dc flash fans would probably be spiderman fans when it comes to marvel #marvel made speedsters but they didn't inbue them with the qualities that make the flash franchise so popular #people like marvel speedsters for other reasons but the key part is that they couldn't capitalize on flash fans #again i think Tommy would be their best bet for that. start him off where he is now and develop his character. have him grow and learn #i wanna see tommy do stuff #also marvel put speedball back the way he was i stg

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months

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Left you by the road with the crows in the dust...

Summary:

Lucien “Luci” Greco, you’re piece of shit ex, has come to NY looking for you. He's the reason you had to leave everything behind in the first place. Didn't stop him from searching for you though. The long lost mafia princess. He needs you if he is ever to rightfully take over the family from your father Declan. Little does he know you're doing mercenary work for the highest bidder. He still thinks you're some wilting damsel, a spoiled little princess. Your daddy didn't raise you that way though. You've been primed to take over since birth. Too bad he beat the shit out of you so badly you had to run for your safety. Somehow, even trying to stay under the radar you've befriended the damn Avengers family. A misfit mafia if you’ve ever seen one. You’re all after the same enemy afterall. Maybe, it's time to finally let someone or several someones in, so you can live life without constantly looking over your shoulder. Question is, do you even want the crown anymore?

Warnings: 18+ Only. Dark Themes ahead. Read at your own risk.

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Angst, Blood and Violence, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse. Past Sexual Abuse, Past Relationship(s)Past Violence, Mafia Avengers, Mafia AU, Reader-Insert, Threesome - F/M/M, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top, Just a lot of dirty smut ok.

Notes:

Warning: This chapter gets pretty dark. Please heed the tags. Banner @cafekitsune Divider @firefly-graphics

“So…let me get this straight. My favorite little merc, with a body as deadly as the daggers she wields, and the mouth of a sailor, is secretly a mafia princess. Oh and not just any mafia princess. But the heir to the whole damn San Francisco Bay Empire. The only family around in the US that I even count as equal to my status.” Tony expresses as he pours himself a Scotch from the bar while you casually peruse the books lining the study walls.

“That about sums it up. I was trying to heal in peace and help my father, as well as myself, seek some revenge. I just so happen to have acquired a taste for blood and mayhem in my renewed life. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to make some green while painting the town red.” You succinctly reply. “But, seeing as how my little secret is out, I guess I owe you some kind of explanation. The floor is all yours. Just for tonight, I will answer any questions you have as honestly as I am able to.”

“I’ve got one. Why?” Bucky swaggers into the study, looking very much the Winter Soldier he is known for being. “Why was he able to do such horrendous things to you and he is still breathing?”

“Aw. The million dollar question.” You nod your head. “It’s simple really. I was young and naive back then. I trusted a man that I grew up with who knew our lifestyle because he grew up in it as well. That Lucien is one smooth talking snake in the grass, I’ll tell you. He charmed the pants off of me literally. My father too. Treated me like a princess at first and then over time his true colors began to shine through as he started climbing the ranks within the family.”

You take a deep breath. “Everything I did was scrutinized down to the color of my pedicure. I was to be seen and never heard when my father was not around. A difference of opinion, no matter how small, earned me a back hand to the face at minimum.”

You shake your head, knocking lose the memories. “Goddess forbid I ever fought back. He’d just overpower me and leave me with marks as reminders to obey. He threatened to kill my father in his sleep more times than I could count knowing I would never play with that man’s life.”

You turn towards the three men leaning against the bar. “It got to a point where it was just easier to let him have his way while I thought of a way safely out of things. Unfortunately for me, the way I finally got away from him was far from safe.”

“And how exactly did you get away? I’m gonna need to know the story attached to that lovely little scar you have.” Tony chimes in.

“I’m gonna need a stiff drink before I dive into those sordid details.”

You approach the bar as Bucky places a glass of whiskey in your hand. You shoot it back and prepare yourself to relive the worst night of your life.

The bass is vibrating through the floor beneath you in the VIP section, as it fills the club. You watch from up above, the mass of gyrating bodies out for a good time. You wish you could be one of those lost souls right now, under the spell of liquor and sin. But alas, here you stand, amongst made men, as nothing more than something pretty to look at while your boyfriend conducts business. Your typical Saturday for the last two years, unfortunately.

Knowing the Boss's daughter will be in attendance when you have a meeting, makes things far easier for the young Capo trying to continue his trajectory through the ranks. Lucien didn't give a shit about anything other than his business. You were to be seen and not heard on these nights, anything else would result in lessons that left marks behind.

Tonight, you just didn't have it in you to play the part of the dutiful, sweet, mafia princess fiancee. Maybe there was something in the air, or you’ve had enough of his philandering antics and arrogant narcissism. No matter the cause, you were full of the ‘fuck it’s’ and it showed.

“She is very beautiful, Lucien. You are one lucky man to have landed such a catch. Tell me, is she worth all the hoopla? I imagine you have others to keep your kinks in check.” Nero, the pompous ass your fiance is meeting with, inquires.

Before Lucien can get a word out to most likely placate this low-life, you pipe up. “I’m right here asshole. And you’d do best to remember who you’re speaking of. I am far more than some trophy. You’d be blessed to have the chance to lick the dirt off my heels.”

Nero looks taken aback for a moment before a smile splits his face. “Feisty. I like em with some bite in em. My apologies. I’d be more than happy to rectify the situation privately. I’m sure Luci here wouldn’t mind.”

“In your wettest dreams Nero.” You say behind a saccharine sweet smile.

Quietly seething and tense, Lucien attempts to get this meeting back on track. “Sunshine.” He says through gritted teeth. “That’ll be all for now. Connor, take her down to the car. As soon as my meeting is finished, we will be heading home.”

His eyes narrow at you as a hand grips around your bicep and you're being pulled toward the back exit. Your eyes never leave his, until the door is firmly closed, removing him from your sight. Your actions will not go unpunished. Of this you are certain. But it is of no matter to you at this moment. It was worth it to put that scumbag in his place. Goddess knows Luci would not have.

Too anxious to sit still, you decide to pace along the car, while you wait in the garage for the meeting to conclude. Connor follows you with his eyes like a predator watching his prey. Your fiance’s right hand always gave you the creeps. He was the one person who knew first hand all the horrible things Lucien has done to you. He was often present for them and seemed to find some kind of sick joy out of your torment. He would be of no help, once Luci arrived.

Just as you were about to turn and start another trek around the car, the door to the garage from inside the club slams open. Out walks your fiance, looking anything but calm. He makes a beeline straight to where you had halted in your tracks.

“Lucie-” was the only word you were able to utter before his meaty hand was clamped around your throat, cutting off your air supply, as he slammed you into the passenger door.

“Oh no. You’ve run your mouth enough tonight Sunshine. Could have cost me a pretty penny too if I wasn’t the great business man that I am.” He only squeezes harder as your hands claw at his wrist.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen now. We’re gonna get into the car. Connor is gonna drive us home. Along the way I’m going to remind you of the only thing that mouth is good for. Then I’m going to do whatever I want with this sexy little body because I can.”

Your vision was getting blurry and just as you thought you might pass out, he releases you and throws you into the back of the car. Your lungs burn, trying to take in as much air as they can. He climbs in behind you and nods his head to Connor to head out.

Before you can really get your bearings, he entangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you over his turgid length, standing proud from his unzipped pants. “Open wide and relax your throat Sunshine. This is going to be rough.”

You’ve barely opened your mouth before your head is pulled down, taking him to the root, making you gag and tears form in your eyes. Your airflow is once again cut off as you choke on the dick lodged in your throat. That’s when he begins to bob your head along his length as he thrusts up each time he pulls you down. Saliva and tears are making a mess of your face as well as his lap.

But he just doesn’t care. This is your punishment for not being a step-ford princess tonight. You only deserve the breaths he allows you to take. Your head is throbbing from the death grip on your hair and the lack of oxygen being supplied to your brain. You’re trying your hardest to not pass out. You can only imagine what he’d do to your body if that happened with him in this state.

With a growl he pulls you off his lap and throws you back against the door so you're sprawled out along the bench. Trying to catch your breath you eyes follow his hand as it retrieves his Stiletto Switchblade from his slacks pocket and he flicks it open.

“It’s a shame I have to cut this off you. I really do love you in this dress.” He shifts his body in between your thighs and begins to cut your dress right up the middle. Leaning further over your body as he goes. A sadistic smile spreads across his face as he reaches the bottom of your ribs.

You have no idea what comes over you, but you can not let him get this dress off you. With a quickness you were unaware you had, you reach into his undone pants, grip his balls tightly, twist and pull down with all of your might, eliciting a shocked yell from your fiance.

“You fucking bitch! You really are stupid tonight. I warned you. Remember that.” With those final words he spins the blade in his hand and plunges it into your sternum. As you gaze down to the knife protruding from your chest you hear Lucien instruct Connor to pull over.

“I really wish you would have just behaved Sunshine.” As the car comes to a stop he exits the car. The door behind your head opens and arms are shoved under yours, pulling you out onto the dusty embankment. It must be Connor because Lucien is crouched above your semi prone form. “I’m gonna need my knife back baby. You understand.” He then proceeds to yank it out of your chest, wipe it off on his still open slacks and turn back to the car.

The next thing you know your rolling down a ditch until you land on your side, slowly bleeding out as you hear two car doors shut and the sound of the engine taking off and headlights leading away, leaving you in total darkness surrounded by the cold night air.

“What Lucien failed to remember that night; was the tracker in the locket that my father made me wear since I was little.” You stated. A little too calmly for someone who just told the story of their near death at the hands of their partner. “It not only tracks my coordinates but my health status as well. When my heart rate drops below a certain level it sends an SOS to my father along with my location.”

“So daddy came in to save the day.” Tony states.

You nod your head. “More or less. He showed up with my uncle Teddy and our most trusted medic. They took me to a safe house, equipped with a hospital grade exam room. I got patched up and rested for a couple days while my father played the part of a distraught parent searching for his lost child.”

You tap your fingers against your empty glass as Steve refills it for you. “Let me guess? Lucien acted as if he had no idea what happened to you. Playing his dutiful fiance role.”

“You would be correct, Captain. At least that’s what I heard in my isolation. Once I was healthy enough to travel my father made some calls and moved some money around. He set me up with the funds to head out and not come back until he was ready for me.” You downed your whiskey. “That’s how I ended up in New York. As far away as physically possible but close enough that when the time came I could end Lucien myself.”

“And the mercenary work?” Bucky inquired.

“Right.” You push your tongue into your cheek. “Honestly. I wanted to keep my skills sharp and form new ones. Why not do that while making some coins in the process. Win/Win in my book.” You shrug. “Plus what better way to slate my bloodlust.”

“Well you’ve definitely filled in some gaps for us with that information. Now we just need to figure out what we’re going to do about this Hydra situation.” Tony informs you all.

“I’m not going to be comfortable sending you home knowing that jackass is aware you’re alive and well now.” States the brunette enforcer.

“Aww. You worried about little ole me Wolfie?” You bite on the tip of your pointer finger.

“He’s not the only one, Doll.” Steve chimes in.

“I’d feel better having you here at the compound myself. Once Pep hears about what went down tonight and in the past, she’s not letting you leave.” Now it was Tony’s turn to express his concerns.

You let out a sigh. “Do I really have a choice in the matter?”

“I’d say you do but that would be a lie.” Steve answers for the group.

“Alright. Under one condition. My room needs to be able to accommodate not only me but Hades as well. Where I go, my hell-hound goes. No exceptions.”

“Deal.” Tony places his hand out for you to shake. You promptly do.

“Now about this Hydra business.” Your eyes light with mischief and mayhem. “I have some ideas.”

#poc reader #avengers x reader #avengers smut #mafia au

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numnumki · 8 months

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I have been re-reading tpof lately and I reached the part in which Jack is thinking about Teague and how a pirate's life is a short life (average 2-3 years) and I have been wondering. How would Jack react if Teague died sometime in his five-years exile? What if he was killed by Christophe or Borya just like Don Rafael, or by old age (I believe it was possible at that time to die at your late 50s?) or because of stress?

(Added TL;DR in the end hope this makes sense)

well,,,, young Jack seemed very concerned about making amends,or at least trying to , with his father and tPoF Jack redirected a shot that was meant for Teague away from him to protect him whether as his captain/ keeper of the code or a parent ....

I mean,,,, Jack is good and has his own sense of justice and logic ,, so he "knows " a pirate's life is a short one and he understands that they face the noose/ gun point more than any normal person could wish for so if Teague died within the five year period ; it just makes sense... but if he did die, what matters is how; like;;;; There's this accepting quality about Jack in general, where he believes from within his soul all things will perish and life will go on so he kind of like isn't severely attached to things/people and is able to let go when the time comes , so I think he'll mourn for Teague privately if he died of age+ stress and maybe lament lost chances of setting things right or at least coming to terms with what happened earlier but he won't think of it longer than necessary ( will store it away til he feels like visiting that place in his mind again) that's the easiest situation to deal with.

One another hand if Teague was murdered then ofc he'll take blame for it himself cuz it was his fault in the first place for trusting Christophe and freeing the rouges + that'll just add to the pile of other lives damaged because of him then. Does that mean he'll go back to the cove and let the other lords decide his fate? Would he seek Christophe/ rouges to avenge his father and clear his name? scratch that I don't think so that's too heroic. Would he just pretend this didn't happen and carry on with his fake honest life as a merchant sailor? - that depends on Jack's motives at the time but for sure now every pirate will know of Jack+ his relationship with Teague+ what he's done to deserve the exile +++ cement his fate of being run through if he's ever encountered another pirate ever .. just generally not good+ no good reaction+ stuck with constant fear .

---And then there's also grandmama still alive at the time and ik he thinks of Teague as this unbound entity that could defy the command of death itself just with how bitter it's soul is - so maybe what's more likely to Jack is Teague surviving all the odds and not dying in five years so Jack still being on the run from him🐙

TL;DR ,Jack's POV:

1- Teague dying from old age or stress --> oh well, rip king 👍

2- Teague dying from Rogues ---> oh no I killed him, every pirate on earth will have my head for this + it's my fault

3- Teague not dying during the time ---> he'll kill me if he finds I'm still alive + must hide in a hole in the center of the earth

#captain jack sparrow #pirates of the carribean #potc #the price of freedom #edward teague

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Hello Luca,

I want to thank you for fulfilling the last request of Hawkeye![S/O]. It’s fun to read it and cute with Epel’s part with Hide n’ Seek. I have another request I thought it would be fun for you to try out.

May I request Jack Howl, Deuce Spade, and Sebek Zigvolt with their [S/O] [Gender Neutral] [Romantic] who has skills/abilities like Captain America? They have enhanced strength from the Super Serum, tremendous health, fighting skills from their experience in the war/missions/battles, and use a vibranium shield like what Rogers welds during missions/battles. I imagine [Y/N] was from the 40s (as a teen) and just like Steve Rogers, they froze in an icy environment while sacrificing themselves to save humanity which they’ll have stories to tell from their era. I can’t help but think when Jack does his morning runs, [Y/N] catches up to him and yells, “On your left!” Another thought is the reader was training and either with Deuce or Sebek would try throwing their partner’s shield (it could lead to hilarious fails and better attempts).

- @sanctum-of-ramshackle

first of all, it was my genuine pleasure to fill out your request, and i’m so glad you like it! and Captain America is probably my favorite Avenger so i’m so glad you requested this, this is gonna be fun :)

Jack Howl, Deuce Spade, and Sebek Zigvolt with Captain America!S/O

Warnings: swearing, mentions of nightmares but not anything explicit really..., that should be it?

Side Note: some Marvel characters will be referenced and if you’re not into Marvel all you need to know is that they were your friends (and Peggy was your first love basically but you weren’t able to stay with her cause sacrifice for the world stuff) before you got sent to Twisted Wonderland 👍p.s you’re tall :)

Masterlist

Jack Howl

so actually you guys met first when you were both having your morning runs

Jack was impressed but also incredibly annoyed when you’d say “On your left!” and then not even 10 minutes later there you were again

once you both slowed you introduced yourself and it when uphill from there

he likes to hear about your world and especially stories about your missions, he thinks you’re super badass :)

daily morning runs that turn into races (you always win unless he pulls out his wolf form)

he once asked you how you got into the army at such a young age, and oh boy was he FLABERGHASTED when you told him you lied and had gotten rejected 5 separate times

sometimes when he comes to Ramshackle to sleepover he’ll wake up to you mumbling names in your sleep, each one increasing in volume till you end up waking screaming, those names being:

“Tony...? Banner...? Nat... Barton... Sam... Wanda... Howard...? Bucky?! PEGGY!”

once you wake up Jack helps get you grounded and asked who those people were

After telling him about them, especially about Peggy and showed him your compass, he promises to help you live life to the fullest and stick by to help :)

he’ll keep asking you questions about the 40s, constantly

hell he even has a notepad for some reason?

and he’s been avoiding you? :(

lies, Jack convinced all your friends at NRC to hold a 40s themed party and has asked Vil to teach them swing dancing

so on the day of the party he has Grim, Ace, and Deuce keep you out of Ramshackle

Once you get back all of Ramshackle is decorated with a speaker playing swing music, and Jack and everyone else there saying “surprise!” :)

“Would you like to dance?”

“You know I can’t dance Jack. I never learned how to.”

“Yeah but Vil taught us some moves, now come on Captain.”

Deuce Spade

the first time Deuce met you he was HORRENDOUSLY down bad

you were tall and strong- anyway

after you guys become friends and then start dating, he loves your stories, especially the one about what happened after you first got injected

one day you accidentally let it slip that you were a performer before you became a Captain to Ace, Deuce, and Grim

Ace and Grim demanded you to show them

so you did, very reluctantly

after you finished performing what you mostly remembered of The Star Spangled Man With a Plan (also we’ll be using “man” as a gender neutral term here, like bro or dude y’know?) Ace and Grim were on the floor laughing while Deuce was trying to get them to stop

you told him it was fine though and that now after almost 70-80 years it was really funny and not as embarrassing as it used to be

cue Ace coming up and saying “Yo there’s my favorite Star Spangled Man With a Plan!”

Deuce just sighs after awhile of this happening

he also stole your shield once

which got him a black eye and in the infirmary after he tried throwing it like he’s seen you do

you were kinda pissed, grumbling along the lines of “it’s not a toy, hon” “are you ok tho?” “Vibranium does hurt a lot”

safe to say he won’t steal your shield again

maybe

“So what did we learn today, Deuce?”

“To not steal your shield.”

“Good.”

“... Can you teach me, maybe.”

“Maybe, Love.”

Sebek Zigvolt

he was so confused when he first met you

you were human, but you were so strong an-and powerful? but you’re also magicless?

it took a while for him to even have a normal conversation with you and even longer to admit his feelings

but when he did?

he thought you were really tough

doesn’t admit it though

when he learns how skilled you are in hand-to-hand?

you’re training with him every Tuesday and Friday now

he also kinda VERY MUCH admires Bucky, cause Bucky was a protector for you, and he was always there for you. Reminds him of his duty to protect Malleus in an odd way

does like to hear about your past life

especially all the stories of you destroying HYDRA camps

ngl he tears up when you tell him about you’re sacrifice

especially about your last words with Peggy

“And you never have learned to dance?”

“No, never got the time t- Sebek are you ok?”

“*sobbing* yea- let’s go ask Lillia to teach us!”

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sorry that this took a while to write, i had a lot of fun with it tho :)

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twst hcs #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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