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zims-left-shoe · 4 years

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Hi, omg I love your stuff. Could I please request a tallest red x human female? I dont really have a specific idea. Just some fluff or headcannons is fine. Thank you so much. ILY😘

Yeah, of course! There’s a lot of dialogue, but I promise there’s fluff in the end!

Everything had been going so well. Until it didn’t.

A quiet moan of pain slipped out of your mouth as you continued to stay curled in fetal position on some hard surface, most likely a floor. Experimentally, you attempted to open your eyes, only to have your vision swamped by flashing saturated colors. You screwed your eyes shut again, drowning in the disorientation. There were probably voices around you, but they reached your ears as incoherent mumblings. Apparently, humans weren’t meant for instant intergalactic teleportation across schmillions of light years.

You were unsure of how long you had been laying wherever you were, nor did you suppose it mattered. Ever since you had been mildly conscious, you had been trying to recall what exactly had happened, without much luck. However, the second you had stopped caring about the preceding events, they all hit you with the force of twenty one bullet trains.

"Behold! Doesn't it amaze you?!" A very short alien gestured wildly to a glowing portal, grinning madly as if he couldn't believe his own genius.

"Yes, Zim. It's very nice." Smiling uneasily, you nodded, your palms becoming slick with sweat. Over the years, you had learned to just agree with whatever Zim said, things went over much smoother that way. However, that didn't mean you weren't worried. Whatever Zim created tended to backfire...violently. Or explode. Or not work as intended. Or all of the above.

"Okay? But what does it even do?" The other human in the room spoke, more openly skeptic than you were. Purple light reflected off of his glasses as he shuffled through papers of calculations, which he couldn't read anyway, considering they were written in Irken. "Or, more accurately, what is it supposed to do?"

"You imply that Zim's inventions never work as they should, Dib-stink!" Zim crossed his arms and turned away from Dib, clearly less than pleased with his lack of enthusiasm.

"That's because they don't!"

"Name one time!"

"Shall we take a look in The Cabinet?" The man decked out in black and blue thrusted an arm out towards a cabinet threatening to explode with close to ten years' worth of records of failed plans. Zim growled, lunging at Dib who was bent over in laughter. Before he could get very far, you grabbed the Irken's ankle, yanking him back.

"That's enough, you two. Honestly. Act your age." The two disgruntled men grumbled complaints under their breath, but ceased their childish antics. If you hadn't known them for years, you wouldn't have believed that these two were now adults. "Now, Zim, could you kindly tell us what this thing does?" Your voice was soft and patient, hoping to set him back on track. He tended to become distracted quite often.

"Yes! It's a portal that will allow the instant transportation of anything, the range being the entire universe!" He spread his arms wide, a laugh already bubbling up in his throat. Dib groaned and rolled his eyes.

"I thought you were working on the Irken conversions so I could finish my part on the ship." You couldn't help but crack a smile. Their ship was never going to be finished at this rate.

"Yes, but this is much more important! I have an ingenious plan for it!"

"Enlighten us." Dib spoke flatly, still not convinced.

Zim pulled out a box wrapped up like a gift, complete with a neat little pink bow. "Zim will send this to my Tallest using the portal! Trust me, they'll love what's in here." Light from the portal glinted menacingly off of his teeth. The box made hushed mewling noises and began to ooze green goo.

"Is...is it alive?" Your voice was cautious. You took a step back when the box began to shake in his hands, bumping your back against one of the many machines in his lab.

"Zim, we've talked about this. The Tallest don't care, Irk has abandoned you, let it go. You know as well as I do that your mission isn't real, and that it's over." Dib sighed, not with frustration, more so pity. A few years ago when Zim had finally got it through his thick skull that his mission was a trick, it had devastated him to a point that no one had ever seen. You saw how much he needed a job, and Dib did as well. Dib had an issue with it in the beginning, but you both took him in, using his science skills to aid in Dib's personal projects. The last plan you were aware of was that the two were working on a ship of their own that would let them travel space together, something about Dib getting presentable proof of alien life while at the same time giving Zim a purpose. Zim seemed to have forgotten about Irk. Until now, at least.

"Don't worry about it! It's...a parting gift." The look in Zim's eyes brought you great discomfort. "Only a symbol of the termination of my service to the empire. That is all." His voice was pleasant enough, but you sensed some dark undertones. His fingers danced away on the controls, a dull hum echoing through the base as the portal fired up it's key functions. 'The Massive' and some coordinates became displayed on the screen above the portal, the destination locked in.

"Zim…" Dib took a step forward, as did you. "You've had plenty of bad ideas, but I think this one is going to take the cake. So just shut the thing off." Zim shrugged his concerns off, stepping closer to the portal with the box that was becoming more aggressive the closer it came. Red light emitted from a lens at the top of the portal as it scanned the box in Zim's hand.

"Scan complete. Item composition: deadly. If transported, item will cause half of the universe to implode." The voice of the computer drawled. Your eyes widened as you looked to Zim, who acted as if he didn't hear the warning. More likely, he didn't care. When did he ever? He brought his arm back as he stood in front of the portal, preparing to throw the box.

Although it happened in the course of only a split second, it all was in slow motion for you. Without thinking, you took off, sprinting across the small room and leaping at Zim, harshly shoving him and the box out of the way of the portal. You had managed to prevent the tragedy of space implosion, but unfortunately, your forward motion continued, sending you through the portal. You had heard Dib's scream, but it sounded a million miles away. Your brain couldn't comprehend what had happened during the course of the teleportation, so it put you out of your misery, allowing you to pass out.

"Ugh...Zim. Of course." You forced yourself to sit up, rubbing your eyes with closed fists. You were slouched over, and once the static finally cleared from your vision, you blinked several times until your eyes adjusted to the new light. The panicked whispers from before continued, but you could now make out what they were saying.

"Did she say 'Zim'?"

"What creature is it?"

"Is it a weapon?"

Your brain finally jumpstarted, and you whipped your head around, eyes darting from one face to another. Several Irkens surrounded you, to where you couldn't see anything but a sea of green. You scooted backwards to create more room between you and the crowd, bumping into something behind you. You jerked yourself around, facing two of the tallest creatures you had ever seen. Instantly you recognized them as Zim's Almighty Tallest. They were much taller in real life than you imagined them to be. Even as an adult female standing at your full height, you knew they would tower over you. Hell, they would overtake Dib by a landslide, who now stood well over six feet. They bent over you to get a better look. After a second of silent observation, the one in purple straightened up and groaned loudly, throwing his arms in the air.

"Oh god, it's one of those creatures that inhabits Zim's planet!" The purple one resumed wailing madly. The one dressed in red straightened up as well, but said nothing. His red bug eyes rested on you quizzically, intrigued by your mere existence. "You! How did you get here?" The purple one pointed a long and slender finger at you, his face filled with pure terror.

"I went through Zim's portal, it was an accident-" Your voice was panicky. Almost all of the Irkens around you were riddled with anxiety, which you absorbed like a sponge.

"So, Zim sent you!" The purple one just loved to shout, didn't he? You wondered if this was a common trait among Irkens.

"No! It-"

"He sent you for malicious purposes! Like, to, uh...to annoy us into oblivion! Yeah!" So, the purple one was a moron. Good to know. Nevertheless, the crowd of Irkens began mumbling, as if you were trapped in a high energy court room.

"This is all a big misunderstanding, now maybe you could just...drop me off at home, or maybe send me with an escape pod or something-"

"To the dungeons with her!" The purple one screeched, yet again pointing a finger at you.

"Yes, My Tallest!" Two guards came up to you with taser spears, and you concluded it would be best not to fight. You had been electrocuted with high voltage electricity in Zim's lab once on accident, and it did not feel pleasant. A sigh fell from your lips as each guard took an arm, dragging you to the dungeons of The Massive while cheers rose from the Irken crowd.

"I swear, I will kill Zim when I get my hands on him." You muttered, tossing a coin you had in your pocket against the wall for the four thousandth time. You sat on the floor of your cell, the cold concrete making you shiver. The wall that pressed against your back was the same. There wasn't even a cot in there. Iron bars with buzzing electricity fields between them blocked your exit.

"That's not the first time I've heard that in here." A voice floated toward your ears, however it was muffled by the surrounding concrete.

"Who are you?" You had assumed you were alone in there. After all, how often could you possibly use a dungeon on an armada flagship?

"I'm Deek. I think. Honestly, I've been here so long I can't even remember." The voice, which sounded male, giggled. "Anyway, what are you in here for?"

"Not sure. Trespassing, maybe? The more accurate term would be a kneejerk reaction. What about you?"

"Being annoying. I guess."

"Shit, really? I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's better than being tossed out the airlock." You ceased throwing the coin. Decidedly, Irken society seemed to be hell in space. "In fact, they just threw Jix out last week. Poor gal." Deek's voice held a tinge of sadness. Images flashed through your mind of your body being launched into space. That wasn't how you had envisioned dying. You shuddered.

The sound of a door opening and steps approaching your cell caused every muscle in your body to tense. You vaguely wondered if it was your turn for death by airlock. You squeezed your eyes shut, curling yourself into a ball with your face between your knees, not wanting to see who had stopped in front of your cell.

"So..." The voice was level and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos of before. Cautiously, you lifted your head, opening your eyes. At your level, you could only see a long crimson skirt. Pushing yourself up to a standing position, you still had to crane your neck to see his face. The red Tallest stood before you, a bored expression plastered on his face.

"Are you here to kill me?"

"Uh..." He almost seemed surprised that you had asked that. Even still, you wouldn't take any chances.

"You shouldn't kill me! Just, you know, reverse engineer the phenomena or something and teleport me back! Or even send me in an escape pod! Humans, uhm, we cause massive explosions when killed! Yeah! So you'd destroy yourself in the process." If he had sensed you were lying, he didn't care. However, he did look puzzled by your desperate reaction.

"What? No, I'm not here to kill you." He let out a massive sigh, bending over to look you in the eye. "I'm just bored. There's only so much of Purple's antics I can take at a time." Your shoulders relaxed in immediate relief.

"Wait, his name is Purple? Let me guess, your name is Red?" That was such a strange notion to you. Every other Irken you had heard of all had such bizarre names, and apparently these two just went by Red and Purple.

"Yeah? So? Also, it's Tallest to you." The threatening tone inserted into his words was half-hearted at best.

"Can't I call you Red? I'm not Irken."

"I don't think so, short-thing."

"Why not? And I'm not short! You're just tall. Plus, my name is Y/n. Not short-thing." You huffed, unconsciously shifting to stand on your toes, increasing your height by maybe an inch at the most. He seemed to appreciate his height being acknowledged, so he relented.

"Fine, do what you want." Red continued to stare at you, almost as if he couldn't quite understand what you were. You didn't blame him, the circumstance had been kind of sudden. Plus, he hadn't heard from Zim in years. Most likely, everyone had assumed him to be dead.

"You said you were bored? I'll have you know, I can be quite entertaining! So maybe you could, I dunno, get me out of here?" Your lips lifted in a sweet smile, hoping Irkens could be swayed by charm. There was a second of silence as he mulled the idea over. On one hand, it would give him something to do besides eat and blow things up. On the other, if anyone saw, many questions would arise. Despite his concerns, curiosity won out. With his two thin fingers, he tapped a code into a keypad on the wall. There was a dying buzz as the electricity stopped flowing and the iron bars were lifted. There was a part of you that was amazed that he actually let you out. You stepped out, watching his face to make sure he wasn't bluffing about sparing your life. Not a muscle in his body so much as twitched, hell, you weren't even sure if he was breathing. You didn't know how he could with a waist like that. "So, what now?"

"I thought you said you were the master of fun?"

"I said I was entertaining, not the master of fun. But, I dunno, we could start by getting out of here. Space prison kind of kills the vibe."

"Fine." Red began walking, well, hovering down the hall. He did not look back to see if you were following, and you had to jog to catch up. "Oh, and this isn't space prison, that's Moo-Ping 10. This is more like space holding."

"There's a difference?"

"Oh yeah." You were sure you were both still in the belly of the ship, considering you never once went up a flight of stairs. However, you had exited the dungeon area, and emerged into a more open room. There were some tables and chairs, and the room was lit by white florescent lights. Everything else within the room was some shade of pink. Occasionally, he would take a quick glance around, as if to make sure no one was watching. Was he supposed to be down here? If he was a supreme leader of society, you weren't sure why it mattered where he was or who he was with.

"What is this place?" You finally asked as he took a seat in a chair, chin resting in his hand. His glances in your direction were fleeting and infrequient, almost as if he were embarrassed to be intrigued by something so short.

"Not sure. An unused dining hall maybe?" Satisfied with his answer, you took a seat next to him. Taking the opportunity to look him up and down, youwere confused by his anatomy. He was built differently than every Irken you had ever seen. You pointed to his impossibly skinny waist.

"How?" You opted for that phrasing, as you were unsure if 'is that natural?' would have been rude.

"Hm? Oh. Corset." His answers to everything were quick and simple. Even still, you couldn't help but stare in wonder.

"Doesn't it hurt?" You assumed having a corset tightened to such an extreme would be incredibly painful, but he only shrugged without a care.

"You get used to it. It's all part of being Tallest, just as is losing your thumbs." A smirk etched its way onto his face at your horrfied expression as his wiggled his two fingers through the gauntlet on his arm. Subconsciously you rubbed your thumbs, lips pursed in a tight line. "You're a curious little thing."

"You act like I'm a child! I'm a grown woman, thank you very much." You may still have been young by human standards, but you had still made it over the age of 18, so technically, you were an adult. Red chuckled at your pouting, as you had just proven his point unintentionally. A ghost of a smile was present on his face. Was he actually enjoying himself? You decided to switch gears. "The whole dynamic of Irk is strange."

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"It's like one big military." Red snickered, unable to stop the chuckle that rose from his chest.

"Of course it is. That's kind of our whole thing." He lifted a hand, trying to gesture to the armada as a whole.

"Oh, yeah. Right." Another silence fell between you two. It was rather difficult for you as a human to comprehend Irken society. It all just seemed so...foreign. So static and stiff.

Red was the first to speak again. "Tell me then. What's Earth like?" Excitedly, you sat up in your chair, eyes shining.

"Well, people still respect each other, sometimes anyway, but everyone is less stiff with each other. There's more kindness. Now, don't get me wrong, there are many who are full of hate and lots of people fight all the time, but it's still less so than Irk. Plus, height isn't such a huge deal. And there's relationships." Your words came out quickly, hands moving to accentuate your thoughts.

"Relationships?" If Red had eyebrows, they would be raised in questioning. His voice was laced with suspicion, as if he didn't trust the concept.

"Yeah! All different kinds. Familial, platonic, romantic, etc. You know, parents, siblings, friends, that kind of thing...usually, they're all based on love. And, no offense, but there seems to be an absence of that here." You had heard it from Zim many times before. Irkens can't feel love, they trust no one and all that. On some level, you doubted that to be true, rather it was more of a choice, that maybe they were told that love is a sign of weakness so they chose not to feel anything at all.

"Love...?" Red spit out the word as if it burned his tongue. Clearly, love was not a well thought of concept in Irken culture. After a moment, he appeared to recall something. "I think I remember something that happened years ago...Zim called about some romantic experiment he was running on some girl. Said it was very pain-based. This is something humans find...pleasant?" Waving your hands you shook your head in a clear 'no'. No wonder Red was concerned by the idea of love.

"No! Not unless you're a masochist anyway. I don't know what the hell he was doing, but that's not what love is."

His tone showed that he was still mildly disgusted with the topic, but nevertheless, he proceeded to ask for further clarification. "Then what is it?" Red was never very interested when Zim had been reporting ten-ish years ago, but now that he had a subject sitting right in front of him, the idea became somewhat exciting.

"Like, romantic love?" You asked, a small part of you hoping he was asking about platonic love instead. You weren't entirely sure how to explain romance to a species who understood nothing but pain and hierarchy. Red nodded, asking you to go on. You breathed out a relenting sigh, struggling for the right words to explain it. "Romance is...uhm…it's when..." Red peered at you expectantly, crimson eyes wide and inquisitive. Finally, you came up with something. "It's when you like someone very much, and you would do almost anything for them." He nodded slowly, looking as if he was beginning to grasp it.

"Like pledging your loyalty?" Loyalty was a thing Irkens could understand thoroughly.

"Yeah, like that! And you want to do lots of stuff together! Spend time together and all that. There's also physical affection." His head cocked to the side, similar to a puppy.

"Physical affection?"

"Ye...Yeah...!" Your feet shifted on the floor as you clutched the hem of your shirt between your fingers. You couldn't help but feel nervous under his gaze. Your face flushed as he stared out at you through half-lidded eyes, overly fixated on the topic of physical affection.

"What's that?" Once again, his voice was as even as could be. The corners of his mouth turned upwards in a grin, enjoying the way you were acting. It was quite amusing to him. You suddenly regretted bringing up the subject of romance.

"Like, examples?" Swallowing hard, your fingers began to drum on the table. How were you possibly supposed to describe it to him? He certainly wouldn't know what a hug or a kiss was. "I don't think I can exactly describe it to you..." You hoped he would leave it at that and move on.

Of course that wasn't the case. That was the problem with Irkens. Once they found a way to make you squirm, they would push until it was no longer fun. "Then show it to me." His response was quick, zero hesitation. He looked completely satisfied, for once not feeling that familiar dull, almost constant ache of boredom. You weren't sure about it at first, but the longer he looked at you with that smug expression, the more determined you became to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Fine." Irkens are touch-starved creatures. It wouldn't take anything too extreme to accomplish what you wanted. You stood up, moving over to plant yourself right in his lap. Taking his hand, you intertwined your fingers with his two, pressing your face into his chest. "Humans do things like cuddle and hold hands." His heartbeat was similar to a human's, the rhythym just slightly different. This close, you could hear the soft hum of his PAK. With your free hand, you traced indescribable shapes into his chest. If you were to look up, you would have seen his antennae twitching. Already, you had accomplished what you had set out to. He was no longer teasing or overconfident. Although he would never admit it, he was content with the attention. As you continued to draw random nothingness, Red let out what sounded like a low purr, the sound sending a pleasant rumble through his chest and against your skin. A series of quiet chirps followed, and you had to assume he was satisfied. You couldn't help but giggle, and at the time, the uncertainty of how you would get home was the furthest thing from your mind.

"Do humans do anything else?" Red attempted to suppress the spark in his voice, but was wildly unsuccessful. His tone was the farthest thing from passive. You let go of his hand, sitting up to face him.

"Of course we do." You experimentally raised a hand to his face, seeing if he would shy away. That was not the case, rather the opposite. He seemed to almost lean into your touch. You weren't sure why he was so okay with this; you supposed that each Irken had different policies and tolerances when it came to physical contact. Red seemed to be anxiously awaiting whatever was coming next, his expression eager. "Sometimes we give each other kisses." You didn't bother fighting the smile that played at your lips as you peppered several kisses all over his face. There was barely an inch of his cheeks and forehead that went untouched. Red's face felt hot beneath your lips, and if Irkens could blush, you were sure he would be completely flushed. His fingers had drifted to your sides, lightly resting there.

Hmm...Irkens are quite interesting... You thought as you held eye contact with Red. He was clearly embarrassed to be engaging in this, but more so at the fact that he was enjoying it. And yet, he held your gaze, unwilling to back down. You wondered what would happen if someone found him like this. What would even happen?

"The rest of human physical affection is rather intimate, so the lesson will have to end here." Before he could protest, you leaned in one last time, pressing your lips to where his should be. His fingers dug into your sides, antennae shooting straight up in the air. You had never dreamed that you would be kissing an alien leader on a warship in space, but you wouldn't say you were disappointed. Pulling away, Red's grip on you loosened, and something bright caught your eye. Small sparks were being thrown from his PAK, which concerned you slightly. "Uh, Red...?" Pointing a finger to his PAK, he shook his head wildly, and after a moment, everything seemed to be alright again.

"It's fine!" He spoke abruptly, voice loud and awkward. His voice drew in some company, as Purple stuck his head in the room.

"There you are! Zim keeps sending transmissions through and he's going crazy-" Red yelped, practically throwing you off of him and into the nearest chair he could find.

"So, do I go home now?" You asked, and for the first time, Purple seemed to notice you.

"Ack! How did you get out of the dungeons?!" Purple jumped back, despite already being across the room from you.

"I have super powers." You snickered at his frightened appearance. Red rolled his eyes, waving his counterpart off.

"Just go, I'll deal with Zim." Purple nodded, zipping out of the room. You weren't sure if your senses were playing tricks on you, or if Red really was disappointed to see you leave. "C'mon, Y/n. Let's go figure out how to reverse engineer a transport portal."

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avengers-nextgen · 5 years

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We Are On XX

Chaos was the only word that could describe the aftermath of the war. The medical wing- packed with injured and non injured personnel-smelled strongly of blood and sweat.

However, news travelled fast and it was discovered that two had fallen in battle aside from the countless injuries inflicted and received.

Alex sat staring blankly at the floor with the same scene playing over and over again in her mind. The echoing shot and blood bursting across pavement sent her heart dancing. James had fired his weapon just as the sniper was firing too. The intended target-Killian-collapsed in the street sending the bullet plunging into Jame’s shoulder.

He fell like a limp doll unmoving in pools of water that turned pink then red only to be washed into street gutters. From the upper floors of the building it’d been nearly impossible to tell if he’d been killed. Alex recalled the way her heart had skipped a beat, the way her breath froze, how her eyes refused to look away, and the way her world grew fuzzy.

While it wasn’t a fatal wound her heart still ached for James. He’d tried so hard to talk Killian down. Her callous brother wasn’t so callous after all and he’d paid the price for it.

Blinking back tears, Alex raised her head to observe the room around her. Arthur sat in a chair beside the single room labeled ICU with a bowed head and shivering shoulders. Nathaniel sat beside him trying desperately to comfort the younger boy.

Inside the small room, Chloe was on life support. The amount of voltage that hit her system had stressed her heart forcing it to shut down and consequently kill her. The doctors were doing their best to revive her and she’d come around briefly only to fade again. Still, there was hope the doctors assured.

Downstairs, Piper was working with a team of doctors trying to repair Bianca’s mangled form. The metal prosthetics had been torn and demolished leaving carnage in their wake. No one knew the repercussions of such injuries, and Alex feared they would be permanent.

Two beds over from where James rested was Thalia still sedated from surgery. Bloody bandages lay in thick layers over her chest where Kubu’s claws had torn her open. The damage had been severe but the surgeons had done their best to play damage control. The tell tale signs would be the healing process.

Surrounding her bed though, was a supportive family. There was Thor, Loki, Siyanda, Sif, Valkyrie, Enzo, and Sage who bounced back and forth between her cousin and Bianca.

Meanwhile, Bucky paced the hallways in anxious silence unable to find rest for his body or mind. Steve would leave his son’s side on occasion to offer words of comfort to his age old friend, but words only did so much.

Fox sat in an interrogation room with Harper across from her. It felt wrong to question her after all that had happened, but the truth needed to be known. They needed to understand the extent of what went on amongst Killian’s ranks.

Maria stood on the other side of the one way glass watching with a heavy heart.

Not more than three doors down the hall, Drew was floating in a clear glass tank. An oxygen mask ensured her safety while numerous wires monitored her vitals. Screens indicated brain activity and neural images as Tony tried with Stephen to undo the programming.

Orion could only imagine what it was like for Stephen working on a project while his daughter was dying close by. When he asked, when he insisted that Stephen leave, the man refused. It was best for him to focus on something trivial than to dwell on the fluctuating state of his daughter. He couldn’t handle the thought of it for longer than a handful of seconds.

So Orion waited anxiously for a sign of success because he knew that if these two men couldn’t help Drew -no one could. And all he wanted was for her to be happy. For Drax to smile and embrace something he’d once lost. For Drew to have a proper family again. But it seemed impossibly far away. He was starting to doubt happy endings.

And he wasn’t the only one. Max stepped into the building knowing full well what would happen, but still they knelt in surrender and let the agents cuff them. The guilt had worn away any resolve or faith they’d had in Killian.

No matter who was right or wrong, good guy or bad guy, Max had betrayed the moral code they’d once upheld. To be a good person. That’s all Max wanted to be and it had slipped away just like that.

With a rough tug Max was pulled upwards and guided through the halls to a waiting cell. It was small and clean but Max was certain they didn’t even deserve that much. Not after what they’d done.

Swallowing tightly, Max sat on the cot watching as the agents closed the door. Never once in all of the years they’d been alive did it occur to them that they’d be sitting in a cell. Somehow, that made it even crueler. Max was farther from the person they’d wanted to be than ever before. Hockey games seemed like some distorted past now. A past unlikely to become a future.

— — —

“How is it going?” Fury asked, resting a careful hand upon Maria’s shoulder.

At first she gave no reply, but then she remembered who was beside her, “Well. She’s a good agent you know.”

“So I’ve heard,” Fury nodded, retracting his hand. “Top scores in her class, quick witted, intelligent, street smart, and young.”

“You should have seen her,” Maria shook her head, “the way she handled everything. The other agents would have just shot Harper. “

“From the way people describe this girl, she reminds me of someone I know,” Fury smiled thinly.

Silence strung out between the two for some time until Maira broke the silence, “What are we doing to these kids, Nick?”

“The best we can,” Fury sighed, running a hand down his face, “because that’s more than the world offers them.”

“Yeah,” Maria nodded, feeling her throat tighten. She’d watched each of the kids grow up from the moment they were first born to their first steps to their first days of school. Even those who’d recently become members of the family had grown on her. “You get some rest Nick, this is gonna take a while.”

“I guess I should prep for the fallout of this,” He chuckled. Maria gave a tiny smile and let her colleague go. The door eased shut with a soft sigh.

Maria stood there in silence for hours watching the two girls exchange words and the more she watched the more her mind wandered and the more an idea blossomed into something of fruition.

— — —

When the interrogation had ended the building was still and quiet except for Fox and Harper. Silence seemed to be their friend as the two studied one another with tired eyes. At last, Fox drew something from her pocket: a folded piece of paper. She slid it silently across the table for Harper to read.

“Your family can stay there. I was told it’s being remodeled. No expenses need to be paid. It’s not much money and I own my parent’s bar so I make enough to pay the bills. I’m currently setting something up so you can pay for your brother and sister’s funeral service,” Fox explained. “And before you refuse, don’t. My pride always kept me from accepting help. It didn’t do me any good. Don’t make my mistake.”

“Thank you,” Harper sniffled, folding the paper with care and setting it aside. “It’s...it’s strange feeling like I finally have a friend in this big world. I didn’t know I was so...”

“Lonely?” Fox smiled thinly, “that’s the funny thing about it. You spend so much time convincing yourself you’re not lonely, that loneliness becomes your only companion.”

“Can...can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Fox nodded.

“You said someone helped you once. Who was it?” Harper asked.

“Someone you’ve met,” Fox laughed lightly, “and he’s currently in the hospital believe it or not.”

“Then why’re you wasting time here?” Harper’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Because he’s not going anywhere. If there’s one thing I know about him-he’s a pain in the ass and stubborn as hell. He’ll fight death before he leaves this shithole planet behind,” Fox grinned earning a laugh from Harper in return. “Anyways, it’s late. Maria will get you set up in a spare room. If you need anything let me know.”

“I will,” Harper promised, standing slowly and following Fox from the room.

Once she was certain Harper had been taken care of, Fox wandered quietly down the hallway to the medical wing. The lights were on low and only one person remained in the room. Arthur was fast asleep curled awkwardly in a chair.

Letting the boy be, she made her way to sit beside James’ cot. His arm was in a sling with bandages surrounding the shoulder in neat fashion.

“Hey,” James greeted, opening his eyes slowly, “it’s late.”

“It is, and yet you’re awake.”

“I’ve been on drugs. I’ve slept most of the day,” James grinned clearly still on some drugs from the wonky slant of his lips. “It’s also hard to stay awake when your Mom keeps running a hand through your hair.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Fox shrugged. “Usually I just had hair pulling so I’d do chores.”

“Really? Well it’s like this,” James ran a hand through his own hair and then-still with his good arm-did the gesture to Fox. “See? Soothing.”

“I think you gave me a bald spot.”

“Ha Ha.” James rolled his eyes whilst smiling.

“You’re really loopy aren’t you?”

“Sure am!” James laughed.

“Do these sort of drugs have the same effect on your sister?” Fox asked.

“Nah, she’s all super soldiery so it’s not as bad,” James assured. “Anyways, I heard what you did.”

“Really?” Fox couldn’t keep her surprise in check.

“My sister has a habit of bragging so once I came around she spilled all of the beans. Barbecue beans, pinto beans, re-fried beans, and black beans. All on the floor.” James looked down at the tiles as if the ‘beans’ were still present.

“You’re hungry aren’t you?”

“Sure am.”

“I can get you something-“

“No. Shush!” James placed a lazy finger to Fox’s lips which she half wanted to bite and half wanted to brush aside. She went with the less violent option. “I think you did something really cool. I’m proud. Harper’s gonna come out of this okay cause of you. Be proud of that.”

“Uh, thanks.” Fox nodded. “Means a lot.”

“No problem,” James waved his hand slowly through the air as if brushing aside the reply.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something,” Fox sighed, clasping her hands together as if she were praying.

“Go for it,” James encouraged.

“Do you maybe...uh, want to go out sometime? Like, to the movies- or something exciting if you want. It doesn’t matter to me,” Fox shrugged casually but she was holding her breath while waiting for a reply.

“Yeah. That sounds cool. I haven’t gotten to hang out in ages and be normal. Totally a date. But I get all of the popcorn. It’s my favorite,” James smiled once more like the Cheshire Cat.

“Sure thing,” Fox laughed. “I gotta go. See you tomorrow.”

“Yep,” James yawned going from spastic to tired in a matter of seconds.

“That boy,” Fox breathed on her way out of the medical wing, “is a piece of work.”

#avengers #avengers next gen #marvel #black widow #captain america #mcu #natasha romanoff #pepper potts #romanogers #scarlet witch #phase3 #we are one

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nevervalentines · 7 years

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Ahhh that prompt meme looks amazing. #6, Supercorp.

#6, Supercorp

“Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…“

Lena Luthor is wearing overalls.

She’s looking at Kara with wide,bright eyes, gesticulating emphatically with both hands, and God, she’s wearing overalls.

Kara came here with all intentionsof being a professional, she even has her notebook open to a fresh page and twospare pens tucked into her back pocket. But Lena in overalls, all palestretches of bare skin and a black sports bra under baggy denim, has Karaderailed.

She’s got adrenaline fueled jitters,feeling like coffee with five shots of espresso, or Alex coming down from amonster-bashing high. She reminds her fingers to curl gentle around the barrelof her pen, the plastic flexing close to its breaking point, and eases thetension between her shoulder blades with a roll of her shoulders.

Lena leans closer, ducking intoKara’s eye line to gesture to a wire-strewn contraption on the table in frontof them, and Kara jolts free of her daze.

“You with me?” Lena asks. Shelaughs, a little bashful. “Am I boring you?

Kara shakes her head quickly,eyebrows raising high. “God, Lena not at all.” She chances a lopsided grin,watching Lena soften. “You were saying something about equivalences?”

Overalls.Overalls. Overalls.

Lena nods eagerly with a smile,turning away from Kara to lean over the low metal workbench.

“Right. I’m trying to find thethevenin and norton equivalences of the circuit in order to find a moreefficient voltage.”

Kara adjusts her stance slowly, careful not todisrupt any of the clunky, industrial tech that surrounds them.

The last thing she wants is toaccidentally crush decades of technological progress because she can’t handleLena Luthor in denim.

Lena’s workshop is messier than Karahad imagined, and she can hardly believe that Lena agreed to an interview thisclose to the inner sanctum. She inhales quickly and fumbles inside her jacketpocket, hands closing around the slim, metal recorder hastily. She sets it onthe table between them and winces.

“I meant to tape our interview forsome sound bites, if that’s okay?”

Lena nods. “Of course.” She pauses.“Though I’m not sure what more to say.”

Her words tick up into somethinglike a question, and Kara is so overcome with a jolt of throbbing affectionit’s a wonder she doesn’t swoon.

Kara smiles, shuffling a step closer,chancing a quick touch to Lena’s shoulder. “How about you just work as usual,pretend I’m not here.”

Lena arches one eyebrow, her eyesfixing somewhere low on Kara’s face. “That’s going to be difficult.”

Kara feels her face heat, the burnstarting at her ears, and fumbles for something else to say.

If she didn’t know any better shewould think Lena was flirting, but–

She thumbs over her shoulder,backing up a step, jumping when she hip checks a stool with a clatter. “I’mgonna take some pictures for the web.” She rights the stool, wincing. “I’ll besuper quiet, I promise.”

Lena laughs. “I hope you got somegood quotes already, because once I start working I swear I’m useless.” Shegestures back at the table, “especially when I’m focused on this mess, it’sbeen giving me grief for weeks.”

Kara glances down at her notepad—blankexcept for a sketch of Lena’s fingers wrapped delicately around a tangle ofwire—“Yeah, I’ve got some great ones.”

She pulls out her phone, fullyintending to take pictures of the sprawling, eclectic workspace, but findsherself pointing the camera at Lena instead.

She’s bent over the table again,elbows rooted fast to cool steel, frowning at a small, webbed circuit board.Hair is coming loose from a disheveled ponytail, brow drawn low in thought.Kara watches her brush wisps of hair out of her eyes with the inside of herwrist, her fingers stained with clinging, dark grease.

The grease is from an earlierproject, a machine stripped bare on a bench to their left, and its remnantsmark Lena in smudges of dark oil. Astreak across her cheek, black stains worked into the whorls and lines ofLena’s palms, her fingertips.

She faces Kara in profile, jawlinesure and strong, muscles clenching in her temple, tension popping low in herjaw. She still wears lipstick, but most of it is worn away, its color worriedfree by the catch of her teeth at her lower lip.

Kara snaps a picture, then another,feeling awestruck and achy and so, so young—

She feels a fool, coming to a placeof such obvious worship and making it an altar of her own.

Lena’s lips part as she joins two ofher complex plates of thin metal, and Kara watches white pearly teeth dig hardinto the plush of her lower lip.

Kara thinks if something doesn’tgive soon she is going to shatter. Sheraises her phone to take another picture before—

“Holy shit,” Lena says, standingupright, blinking hard. Then again, with more emphasis. “Holy shit.”

Kara drops her arm back to her side,confused. “What?”

Lena turns to face her, mouthbeginning to curl into a smile. She meets Kara’s eyes and it breaks into a fullon grin. “Kara, holy shit.”

Kara shakes her head, laughing.“Yeah, I got that.”

Lena stumbles a step forward.“Kara,” she says, voice breathy, high. “I did it.” A pause, Kara still notgrasping the magnitude. “I figured it out.” She laughs, hopping in place. “Idid it.”

Kara laughs, bewildered and caughtup in Lena’s contagious joy. “You did it.”

Lena makes a noise that is somethingakin to a squeal and it’s so uncharacteristic, so free and lovely, that Karacan’t help herself. She steps forward, reaching out her arms, and Lena runsinto them, hooking her arms around Kara’s neck.

Kara laughs, lifting her off theground, arms looped firmly around Lena’s waist, fingers mapping a string ofconstellations into the skin of Lena’s back. Lena buries her face in Kara’sneck, making a small noise of contentment that jolts straight to Kara’s belly.

She is so warm in Kara’s arms,pliant and soft, her lips crushed close against Kara’s throat.

Kara can smell her perfume.

Lena pulls back, arms still wrappedtight at Kara’s neck, and nods forward until their foreheads knock. Kara’sbreath sticks fast in her throat and she swallows hard. Lena exhales slowly andKara feels the warmth of it catch at her lips.

“I should probably put you downnow,” Kara says. Her voice is low, rough. She almost doesn’t recognize its echoin the empty cavern of the lab.

“Probably,” Lena says. Her eyesblink wide, this maddening landscape of grey. “But I kind of want to get you upon my workbench.”

Kara hears herself whine, her armstightening at Lena’s waist. She fumbles for something to say.

“Is this on or off the record?”

Lena laughs. Her eyes flutterclosed, but not before Kara notices there, amid the grey, a trace ofgreen. “You tell me.”

Lena kisses her and Kara forgets toanswer.

#my writing #supercorp #karlena #supergirl #swashbucklery #kara is in for a SHOCK when she goes to transcribe that interview #thank you for prompting me!!!#i hope you like it seeing as you are like my hero

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Wrong all over again

Summary: It’s just wrong…but at the same time so good. But all the wrong things have their consequences.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Nick Fury, Bruce Banner

Warnings: angst, comforting, pregnant reader, bad use of Russian language (don’t sue me)

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“I want to see my agent! If she really is pregnant you can’t keep her locked away in a goddamn cell! She deserves better, Stark.” Fury yells.

“She’s not in a cell, Nick. We prepared a room we can lock up. She’s comfortable and safe but so far Y/N won’t let anyone get close to her except Bruce. She let him do his medical examinations but nothing more. Y/N barely eats, and she doesn’t react to anyone. I’m really worried about her condition and the babies.”

“Did these two try to talk to her?” Nick asks eying Tony suspiciously.

“Honestly, I didn’t tell Steve or James about her pregnancy so far. I got no clue what kind of sick relationship these three have, or not have. This is all so fucked up, Nick. I want to help her, I really want to, but I don’t know how. I called a therapist but Y/N refuses to talk to her either. I tried, Bruce tried, hell even Thor tried to talk to her but she just stares at the wall or rocks back and forth.”

“What about Agent Romanoff or Miss Maximoff? Maybe they can make her talk? Natasha is her best friend, and as far as I know, the only person standing by my agents’ side, unconditionally.”

“Natasha is not allowed to access the medical area. She’s under probation, just like Wanda, Director Fury. I know you want your agent back, but she tried to harm Captain America himself. I can understand her feelings, but her actions could result in more than simply incurring penalties…”

“Fuck your probation. My agent needs help so let Agent Romanoff talk to her right now! Maybe she can help her in her current state of mind. You said Agent Y/L/N is pregnant, Stark. Do you want her to lose the babies? Captain America’s baby? I don’t think he would be amused hearing you caused a miscarriage by not letting Agent Romanoff help her friend.” Nick says narrowing his eyes.

“Fine, under one condition. Agent Y/L/N stays here till we know she’s no danger to Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes any longer. If you agree to this condition I will allow Natasha to talk to her friend.” Tony insists.

“If you can guarantee your men are going to stay away from my agent I’m okay with this solution, Stark.”

“I can’t promise they stay away, especially if they get to know Y/N is pregnant, but I make sure they will not harm her in any way. I know this whole situation is a mess, I wish it would be different, but we have to deal with it as soon as possible.”

“Good. If she doesn’t feel comfortable or safe I will take her with me without your consent if I must, Stark. Believe me, I have my ways to get her out of the building.”

“This won’t be necessary. I’ll get Nat and we meet in the medical area.”

----

Rocking back and forth with wide eyes you clutch your hands to your stomach. Pregnant…you are pregnant of both men…the men breaking your heart, the men destroying your life.

What can you do? What shall you do? You need to get rid of these parasites inside of you.

Your body starts trembling while you continue to rock back and forth. There must be a way out.

The door is locked but everyone coming in has a keycard. If you can get one you could run away and get rid of these things inside of you.

----

“She’s pregnant of both of us? Why didn’t you tell us sooner, Tony? How could you hide this from us? Worse enough you didn’t allow us to see her for over three weeks by now!” Steve yells watching you on the monitor.

“We got to know yesterday, Cap. Bruce was doing some examinations; he did a blood test too and found out she’s pregnant. He did a paternity test and you are both fathers of one of her babies. She didn’t take it well as you can see. I got no clue how to help her.” Tony says.

“I need to talk to her right now. Let me into the room and I will make her talk to me. I can do this.” Steve tries but Bruce shakes his head.

“She’s too vulnerable right now. Every new agitation could let her lash out even more. She could try to harm herself and the babies. I heard her crying the whole night, Steve. Give her a bit of space. This is all too much. Y/N is close to a mental breakdown.” Bruce explains and Fury’s eyes widen.

“Fuck. Let me try, Stevie. I got a connection with her, she will talk to me.” Bucky pleas watching you starting to shake and cry. “I need to help her.”

“None of you will touch her, or even talk to her. You did enough over the last four years. This is all your doing. You can’t tell me you didn’t force yourself on her.” Natasha grunts looking at Fury.

“Agent Romanoff, I’m counting on you. Bring me, my agent, back. She has to decide what to do about her…condition. Y/N and no one else.” Nick says and Steve’s eyes widen.

“These are my babies…she can’t just…no way…”

“One is mine…she will never kill my baby.” Bucky gasps not taking his eyes off you.

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“Y/N? Y/N, it’s me, Natasha.” Your friend says softly, and you stare up at her. Tears well up your eyes while you try to tell her what happened.

“I…Bruce…I….”

“I know, любимый (darling), let me help you. Let me make it right. Do you want to keep the babies, or shall I tell Tony we need someone to help you?” Natasha asks softly.

“I don’t…I can’t… they will destroy the baby’s life too.” You desperately cry. “They better never get the chance to hurt the babies.” You sob.

“So, you don’t want to keep them?”

“I don’t know what to do…I know nothing at all…nothing. I’m all alone and I don’t know what to do.” Starting to shake you let Natasha hug you.

When she starts whispering something in your ear your eyes widen. A sob escapes your lips as you start talking to tell her about your plan.

“My little ‘матрёшка‘ (matryoshka),” Nat says and you know she is all in.

“I don’t know what to do…I…can someone tell me what to do?” You sob.

“Do you want to see one of them? Steve maybe?” Natasha asks and you play along.

“I don’t think he wants to see me, Natasha. He’s got no access to this area either. I’m sure he wants me to rot in a cell for what I did to him and his friend.” You whisper.

“I can ask Tony to give Steve one of the keycards to enter the room anytime.” Your friend says smiling and you nod shyly.

“Okay.“

”How about a book to read? I was reading ‘рассве́т‘ (dawn), do you want me to bring it to you?” Nat ask and you smile at her.

“Please.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Everything is going to be alright, no one will hurt you again. I’ll ask Steve if he can come in.”

“Hmm…you’re a good friend, the best Natasha. I only trust you.” You whisper.

----

“Why does she want to see Steve and not me?” Bucky mutters watching Steve taking the keycard to open the door. Stuffing it into the pocket in his dress shirt he looks at you sitting on the cold floor.

Seeing the tall Avenger entering the room your body tenses. You know you need to play along so you take deep breathes to calm your nerves. You need to get out of here. Need to get away from the nightmare you call your life.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Steve asks unusual softly.

“I…”

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, Baby. I’m sorry for…well…how we made our baby but give me the chance to make things right. I never wanted to hurt you. Please don’t take my baby away from me. Gives us a chance.”

Sniffling you try to get up from the floor, but you fail. Seeing your helplessness Steve carefully picks you up and you lean your head against his chest and place your hand onto his heart.

“Can we talk tomorrow? I’m so tired, Steve.” You whisper sleepily.

“I will come back tomorrow, Y/N. Do you want to see Bucky too?” Steve asks placing you onto the bed. His hand gently moves your hair out of your face as he waits for your answer.

“Okay, we need to talk about the babies.” You whisper and Steve smiles at you.

“I’ll come back tomorrow with Bucky and we can talk things out. You should sleep now, Baby. Sleep and we will make it right. No one will hurt you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Hmm…”

----

The moment you see everyone leaving, you smile to yourself. Clutching the stolen keycard to your chest you wait for the lights to go out.

You will not sleep, you can’t sleep, Nat will wait for you with your things to help you escape…dawn...you only have to wait till dawn...

----

Running toward the secret meeting point you can see Natasha waiting for you. Smiling at you she nods, and you hug her tight.

“Are you sure you won’t get into trouble?” You ask.

“You stole Steve’s key card, not mine.” Natasha chuckles. “I got a ticket to France, enough money and a new passport for you. I have an addressee of a friend for your other problem too. Just call her when you are there, and she will help you.”

“Thank you, for your help. I wish I didn’t have to say goodbye, but I can’t stay here and let those two destroy my life even more. Tell Fury I’m sorry. The password to my projects is ‘sunrise thunderstorm’. He deserves to have access to my inventions.

Watching you leave her life breaks Natasha’s heart. She can’t make you stay but losing the only true friend she ever had hurts more than she thought possible.

----

Ready for boarding you nervously look around the airport. Your heart is beating so fast it might jump out of your chest, so you need something to concentrate on to remain calm.

Looking at your passport again you see the piece of paper with the addressee and number of Natasha’s friend.

Your hand slips down to your stomach and you take a deep breath.

A smile on your face you handle the boarding crew your ticket to enter the airplane.

The piece of paper lies abandoned on the floor.

You can finally start a new life without Steve and Bucky so you will do it to your own conditions…

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