#so if she gets jumped she has to quickly assemble her gun to fight | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

floreleine · 3 years

Note

Floreleine getting caught! I just had this vision of them being caught in the halls of the Library by Anna May, who they thought didn't know about them. I leave the caught doing what up to your creative muse he he.

I'm procrastinating the longfics I'm trying to write and thought I could have a look at my inbox again! Thanks for the prompt :)

This is a standalone, but I think it can be read as a follow up to this fic, coincidentally also prompted by you! :D hope you'll like it!

~1k words, rated M, established Floreleine pre-canon

~~~

Madeleine washes her hands, hides her ruined panties in her pocket and carefully readjusts her skirt as she steps out of the bathroom.

She shouldn't be sneaking off to touch herself in the middle of the work day, but goodness, she had to watch Florence be all incredibly sexy while assembling guns, sharpening knives and polishing gold bars, without being able to do anything about her building arousal, and it has been driving her crazy!

Looking left and right, she quickly sneaks back into the front of the library, hoping that Anna May hasn't noticed her longer absence - she really doesn't need her asking any questions. She and Florence are trying to keep their relationship hidden from their leader, as Florence is quite certain Anna May wouldn't approve of their being together, and Madeleine trusts her judgement.

Taking the next stack of returned books she is working on, Madeleine checks them each for damages, inside and out (and whether they still hold what they should hold in the first place), before carrying the complete ones over to Florence, giving her a tight smile and trying not to watch the way Florence's hands work on the rifle she is currently handling.

Oh, how Madeleine would like to be the one under these fingertips right now...

Florence puts down the weapon and hands Madeleine a few of the finished books to shelve. Neither of them speaks, but their fingers brush, and heat shoots through Madeleine's body.

They repeat the process a few times, and Madeleine's hands are so sweaty, she has to brush them on her skirt so as not to stain the books, or have any metal objects slip from her hands.

When Madeleine is shelving a few books in the foreign section, humming to herself as she imagines Florence there with her, working side by side as well as they were fighting side by side the day they met... She is almost done with her work now, and hopefully Florence will finish early as well, so they can have a little date night at a restaurant Anna May doesn't frequent, or just disappear to one of their rooms to make love all evening until they are exhausted and have to sneak out to the kitchen for a midnight snack...

So lost in her thoughts and the by now familiar motions of stepping up ladders and pushing books into their assigned spaces, Madeleine doesn't notice that she is no longer alone until an arm sneaks around her waist just when she steps down from a ladder again.

"Ah! - Oh, Florence, love, you scared me!"

"You should learn to be more vigilant," Florence murmurs before pecking Madeleine on the lips. "That's an important skill in our line of work, darling."

Giggling, Madeleine lets Florence crowd her against a shelf, happy to find a moment alone together. "I know, I know. But I was distracted, thinking about you..."

"Yeah?" Florence's lips are on her ear, and then her tongue touches the shell of her ear before she withdraws enough to look Madeleine in the eyes. "Good thoughts?" Her right hand slides down Madeleine's body, touching her through her skirt.

"Florence!" Madeleine gasps in shock. "We can't - what if -"

"Anna's gone to meet with a possible new client in the diner, she won't be back for a while, I'm sure," Florence murmurs, her hand not moving away. "and I had to look at you walking by in that tight thing all day..."

"I had to look at your hands," Madeleine whimpers. "That's worse!"

Florence laughs, and then she moves her hand away from Madeleine's core, making her whimper again at the loss of contact. "So you agree, then, that we definitely deserve a bit of a break?"

Madeleine nods shakily. "If you're sure that it's fine?"

Florence nods. "Now where the hell is the zipper on this thing?"

Giggling, Madeleine pushes the elastic down her thighs, then moans when Florence's fingers immediately meet her bare mound.

"Oh, please!"

A not insignificant time later, they are both sweaty and sated, breathing heavily as they are trying to put their clothes back into order.

"Finally! I was thinking I'd have to get the garden hose," a voice comes from the corner of the shelf, and Madeleine and Florence jump apart as if burned as Anna May steps into view.

"I swear, I came by three times already! Florence, I need one of the old guns for our new client, is one finished yet?"

With slightly shaking hands, Florence pulls one out of the pile that Madeleine had been shelving. "Here."

Madeleine twists her hands behind her body, looking at Anna May worriedly.

Anna May catches her look and raises an eyebrow, looking from her to Florence and back.

"What, did you think you were so slick that I wouldn't notice that you're fucking? Or that I'd tell you to stop? No, I get it, you're constantly around each other and no-one else, why not spend the time that way... Hell, do you really think I care what you're doing, as long as you still get the job done? You could be fucking 24/7 for all I care, as long as these books still get done and you get it out of your systems! Just don't get attached or emotional about it, that way lies trouble."

With that, she puts the book under her arm and disappears again.

Florence and Madeleine look at each other.

Madeleine knows that they must have both had the same thought: guess they still have something to hide from Anna May, after all...

"You're not so vigilant either, apparently," Madeleine finally tries to lighten the mood, "if Anna May already walked past three times..."

"Oh, she just said that," Florence grumbles, opening a button on her blouse that had been in the wrong buttonhole. Madeleine watches hungrily as the movement exposes her flushed skin. "And besides, I had a very good reason to be distracted, don't you think?"

"For sure!" Madeleine giggles, then turns hesitant. "...do you want to go to the small French restaurant we meant to visit, once we're done with the books?"

Florence smiles. "Date night? Sure."

"So... We're good? About what Anna May said..."

"Anna can't dictate our lives. We're good."

"I'm glad."

Florence leans in to press a kiss to Madeleine's lips, skillfully erasing the last of her doubts and fears.

"We better get back to work," she murmurs against her lips, "if we want to make it to dinner on time..."

"Good idea," Florence pulls back and winks. "I can't wait for tonight."

~~~

Might turn this into something rated E for Ao3 at some point, we'll see!

Also, am I wrong or do these fics also work as the backstory to the also pre-canon works with baby/kid Sam I have on Ao3?

Feel free to reblog!

Still taking prompts! If you reblog my stuff and ask off anon you're more likely to get a quick reply, tho it still depends on me liking the prompt idea of course :)

21 notes · View notes

thebmatt · 3 years

Text

FFXIV Write Day 1

Foster – “encourage or promote the development of (something, typically something regarded as good)”

“I still cannot believe you built a bloody airship! I mean, I’ve done maintenance work on them under Cid or Stephanivien’s tutelage, but you BUILT one, from practically nothing!”

Tataru looked up from the pile of paperwork she was dealing with and grinned at Franks. “What, you didn’t think little old me could do it all by myself? No, wait, that’s not it, is it?? You’re JEALOUS!”

Franks threw down the cloth he’d been using to clean his gun and tools only moments before. “Of COURSE, I’m jealous! You know how many times I’ve tried to make time with either one of them to learn more about magitek engineering? I’ve lost count, because every time, without fail, either I have to cancel because the star’s in peril again or one of them has some company emergency or other to deal with! And now here you are, buildin’ an entire AIRSHIP! Hells yes I’m jealous!”

Tataru spasmed as she tried to hold back her mirth, covering her mouth, but there was no hiding the look in her eyes. First a few giggles escaped her, growing more numerous and loud, until she released peals of laughter, falling over in her chair. Franks eventually joined in, the pair enjoying a simple moment together.

Eventually Tataru managed to get herself under control. “Well, hopefully one day, this will all be in our pasts and you can spend the rest of your days building and maintaining magitek, if you wish. Think you’ll open up Cid’s first competition? Or maybe work for him? Wait, can you stand to be around Nero that much?”

Franks chuckled as he resumed cleaning a wrench.”Honestly, once you recognize and accept that his boundless arrogance is an attempt to mask both his profound fear at having to essentially restart his life in a formerly-hostile land AND trying to sort out exactly how he feels about Cid, he’s really not that bad. But while working at the Ironworks would certainly be enjoyable, I think my place is in Ishgard, in the Machinists guild. I want to be at the forefront of that discipline, both training new recruits and helpin’ Stephanivien come up with new tools for them to use. I foresee workin’ closely with the Ironworks to make that happen, though, so it’s really the best o’ both worlds.”

Tataru nodded. “I don’t know what the Scions will do once this is all over. I don’t even know if there’s really a place for us once the world is saved, if such a thing is even possible. But I might quite like working for Cid, I think. There’s a lot of upsides. Good pay, constantly getting to learn, don’t have to leave Mor Dhona…”

“Not to mention being in constant proximity to a certain Lalafell engineer…” Franks added, smirking as he looked over in her direction.

Tataru flushed and quickly looked away from his knowing gaze. “Y-yes, I suppose being near my good friend Wedge would be a nice perk!”

“Uh huh” Franks replied, not at all sounding like he was buying that description for one second. He finished wiping down the last piece of his aetherotransformer, and with practiced ease, began reassembling the components. With a final click, the device came together and lit up from within. Giving it a final examination, he returned it to its place at his hip and began reassembling his gun. “So…this next question might seem cruel, and if it’s hurtful please tell me so I can apologize, but I’m curious. You’re clearly a good engineer, which means math isn’t a problem for you. So why have you had such a problem with arcanima?”

Tataru had returned her attention to her paperwork, but the question stopped her mid-sentence. She looked back at Franks, her expression one of sad acceptance. “Thank you for saying it like…. that”

“Tataru, I’m so…”

“No no, it’s not bad. It’s nothing I haven’t asked myself and wrestled with, but I came to an answer a while ago.” She picked up a small clock that adorned her desk. “When I’m building, anything from constructing an airship to something simple like sawing wood…the math is there, a physical object in front of me. When I can see, can feel, the results right then, it all makes sense in my head. But with Arcanima….it was all in my head for me to unravel before it would manifest the magic. That’s harder for me. Not impossible, I don’t think I could have manifested a carbuncle or a Ruin spell otherwise, but I was a lot less confident, doubly so when I had to fight with it. I think that confidence, or lack thereof, is why my carbuncle didn’t do what I want.”

Franks nodded. “That absolutely is understandable. Everyone learns differently after all.”

Tataru’s smile brightened. “And really, I’m somewhat glad it didn’t work out! I wouldn’t have been able to find my talents as a crafter and intelligence gatherer for the Scions if I hadn’t accepted defeat with a grimoire!”

Franks laughed. “Absolutely true. I’ve no idea what would have become of the Scions if you hadn’t! We probably would still be wondering how we’d pay for the fare to Kugane! Definitely wouldn’t be eating as well, that’s for sure!”

She had to laugh at that. “Oh, I get it, I’m just your bank lender and chef, is that it?”

“In all seriousness, do you still wish you could join us in the field? Fight alongside everyone?”

She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “I won’t deny the idea doesn’t STILL have some appeal, but I know I’m way more valuable to the Scions in my current role. I do wish I had a more reliable way of defending myself, especially should the Garlands attempt another Waking Sands massacre, though. I suppose I’ll just have to hope the people of Revenant’s Toll are more capable of defending us than the citizens of Vesper Bay were.”

Franks looked back down to his gun, nodding. “Mmm, makes sense. Even if you aren’t in enemy territory, as it were, traveling around isn’t always safe. We might just have to….” he stopped, nearly dropping the assembled firearm.

“Have to what, Franks?”

“I can’t believe I never thought of this. How did it not occur to me?”. Franks stood up, slinging his weapon across his band into the holster that held it in place. He looked to Tataru with an almost manic gleam in his eye. “Go get something warm to wear, Tataru! We got someplace to be!”

Tataru looked confused “W-where??”

Franks grinned. “Ishgard!”

A bell later, the air around the Ishgardian aetheryte gave a slight pop as it was suddenly displaced by the appearing forms of Franks and Fearless. Both shivered, if only briefly, before their bodies re-acclimated to the colder temperatures that they had grown used to those many moons they’d spent in the city.

Both were quickly recognized by practically everyone they passed by, and while Franks had little hope of recognizing most of the people who spoke to them, Tataru seemed to know everyone, able to call them by name and ask personal questions that she’d had to have learned about on those random evenings in the Forgotten Knight. More than once, she was able to recognize fully helmed Temple Knights by voice alone. Franks, for his part, hurried them both along, seemingly eager to reach their destination.

“So where ARE we going, exactly?” Tataru asked in between a conversation with one of Hilda’s people in the City Watch and a noblewoman of a minor house. Franks didn’t reply aside from a grin on his face until a few minutes later when he stopped in front of a building and pointed. “There!”

Tataru bid one more person farewell and stopped to take in where the pair had arrived at. Sounds of rhythmic thumping filled the air, which smelled of flame and metal and soot. She looked up at the building. “Skysteel Manufactory? What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see!” Franks called back, already having made his way to the corner where one needed to turn to enter the Manufactory’s font door. Tataru squeaked and started after him as quick as her smaller legs could carry her. By the time she rounded the corner, Franks had already thrown open the wooden doors of the entrance and strode in.

“Franks, my old friend!” a voice cried out from within. Tataru quickly ran to catch up, and as she entered the door, the eyes of an Elezen man quickly jumped to her. “And mistress Tataru! What a surprise!”

“Good to see you too, Lord Stephanivien!” she replied, smiling.

“Whatever brings Ishgard’s savior, and most importantly my best machinist, and the Scion’s….erm…what IS your official role within the Scions of the Seventh Dawn these days, milady? If half of what Franks tells me is true, “secretary” would seem a woefully inadequate title! Perhaps ‘the very hull on which the entire ship is built’? No? Too long?”

Tataru giggled. “Oh no, milord, ‘secretary’ is just fine. I like it, makes people underestimate me! And that’s how I get em!”

“Who’s come calling, milord?” came a voice from the upper levels of the Manufactory. A woman’s head peaked over the railing, her blond ponytails dangling from the sides of her head. “I thought I heard….TATARU!” With that, she bolted for the stairs that led to the entryway, sliding down the rails. Tataru ran for the woman and lept right into her arms, hugging.

“What’re ye doin here, girl? I thought you were busy keepin’ them Scions from fallin apart!”

“I don’t know, rightly! Franks dragged me….” Tataru trailed off as she noticed that Joye’s braids had somehow completely undone themselves, and her hair was a wild mess. “Are you ever going to tell me how you do that??”

“Dunno what yer on about! FRANKS!” she turned and yelled at the man who’d been quietly conversing with Stephanivien. “Why you dragged this poor lass all the way out into the cold arse o’ this time o’ night without tellin’ her what’s goin on?”

Franks smiled, leaning away from Stephanivien, and crossed his arms. “Well, Joye, I’d like to introduce you to someone that, well, you don’t really need introduction to! That lady you’re hugging is Tataru Taru, Scion of the Seventh Dawn, the glue and rivets that keep the very organization held together, and-“

“We know who she is, ye daft sod!” Joy interrupted, setting Tataru back on the ground. “Ya literally just watched us have a mini-reunion!”

“-AND, assuming she’s amenable, the newest member of the Machinist’s guild!” Franks continued, as though he hadn’t been interrupted.

THAT got everyone’s attention. Both Joye’s and Tataru’s jaws dropped. Stephanivien simply smiled.

“Wait…this is your solution to me wanting to increase my martial skillset?” Tataru asked.

Franks threw his arms out, gesturing around to the manufactory around them. “It’s a perfect idea! Think about it! You’re already proficient with magitek, you’ve certainly proven that by now! You already know what I’m guessing is about 80% of the members already! You don’t need any extensive training in magic or heavy melee arms, all you really need to learn is how to shoot! I don’t doubt you can get the hang of that, especially with Joye teaching you!”

Joye looked down at Tataru. “Aye….aye I can! Tataru, this’ll be great!”

Tataru still appeared in shock. “But…I don’t…I don’t have a gun! And I bet they don’t keep ones sized for Lalafell around!”

Stephanivien knelt down to face her. “As it turns out, my dear, we actually made a custom one for a colleague of ours from Garlond Ironworks. He frequently comes to collaborate with our fair guild and commissioned a carbine with which to recreationally shoot. He keeps it here, as well. I believe you are acquainted with one Wedge? His weapon should suffice for you to practice with until we can build a custom one for you. I daresay he will not object either, would you not agree?” He winked almost conspiratorially.

“I know where it is! Come on Tataru, let’s go blast some training dummies!” Joye practically dragged Tataru behind her as she ran outside. Tataru didn’t require TOO much prompting, however, as pretty soon, she was running full steam out the door behind Joye under her own power.

Stephanivien turned to Franks. “Seems you have a knack for fostering talent in people, my friend. I heard of the fortune that befell the Baroness de Jervaint, and now you’ve added a new member to our guild’s ranks as well! I know you must wear any number of metaphorical hats, but I am quite glad the Machinist’s goggles are among them!”

Franks smiled. Whatever the future held, he was glad to keep building towards making it better.

#Final Fantasy XIV #ffxivwrite2021 #oldmanfranks

21 notes · View notes

stillbandofbrothersthirsty · 3 years

Text

As Far As Friends Go

This was kind of a transition chapter so cred’s to the show for the dialogue I used. But buckle up, shits really gonna go down next chapter.

Chapter 14 (Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12; Chapter 13)

Nixon - June 1944

The drop into Normandy was perilous. Just as Nixon had feared, nothing seemed to go as planned. It was as if the Germans were waiting for them to arrive based off of how much fire they experienced. Nixon, like most of the men, missed his drop zone but he was lucky enough to quickly link up with Battalion headquarters. It was a chaotic couple of first days in France as the airborne got situated in relation to the troops on the beach. Early into their arrival, Winters and the available Easy Company men took down some German guns. This not only saved a number of lives on the beaches but produced a map detailing German artillery positions. Looking at it, Nixon realized how important it could be. It couldn’t wait, so he decided to run to Utah beach to hand the map over to the higher ups who could do something with it. The run to Utah was only three miles, no worse than he had experienced during training. He was grateful though that Command decided to send the first two tanks that landed in to aid the 101st, thus providing Nixon with a ride.

He greeted Winters with a cheeky smile when he returned to the assembly area. “Going my way?”

Winters tossed his gun up for Nixon to catch, “sure.”

The men bunkered down for the night, scrounging for what food and beds they could find. The Battalion was on the move by June 8th on their way to take Carentan. As according to plan, the 101st forced passage into Carentan on June 10th and 11th. The days were hot and muggy, barely cooling down at night for the men dressed in heavy uniforms and equipment. Bugs were everywhere and exhaustion was setting in. Finally, they encountered the Germans. On June 12th the German’s were forced to withdraw and it seemed like victory was theirs. But Nixon was suspicious. Surely the Germans wouldn’t give up such an important position so easily; and he was right. On June 13th the 17th SS PzG Division counter-attacked. Thankfully, the U.S. 2nd Armored Division came in for support.

When Nixon returned to Battalion headquarters with news of their victory he found that Emily had finally arrived.

“Emily!” he wanted nothing more than to hug her in that moment. The last week had been exhausting. It was such a comfort to see her.

“Miss me?” she grinned up at him. Her smile was like a shot of morphine, he immediately felt his muscles relax. “You look a mess,” she shook her head.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, we’ve only been taking Carentan.”

“Congratulations,” she said, “did you like the tanks I sent you?”

Nixon looked at her flabbergasted. Then slowly, through the haze of his fatigue, he realized she was messing with him. “Ha ha. It would’ve been impressive if you had.”

“Yeah I wish, unfortunately I’m not that powerful yet.”

Nixon slung his arm around her neck, “no but I bet you know where to find me some food.”

Despite his exhaustion, Nixon didn’t sleep well those final weeks in Normandy. Instead, his alcohol intake increased. He had to re-fill his flask every day, sometimes topping it off throughout the day. He would need to replenish his stores soon. But no one anticipated how long they would actually be fighting in Normandy. In fact, the 101st had expected to be relieved much sooner. Strayer kept asking for patrols as the allies attempted to inch their way closer and closer to Germany.

Twenty-five days after D-Day Nixon was sent out on a patrol with Harry Welsh. It was a reconnaissance mission so Nixon was required to go. What they were looking for he wasn’t sure. The regiment had exhausted their knowledge of the German’s position in the area so any new piece of information could serve as an advantage.

Nixon peered through a pair of binoculars from where he and Welsh sat in the brush approximately 100 yards from a run down building. “We need to know what’s in there,” Nixon said.

“I don’t know who the hell to send,” Welsh said.

 “Ask for volunteers.”

“I hate asking for volunteers.”

Nixon gave Welsh a pointed look, “then pick them.”

Blithe, Martin, and Dukeman moved in towards the abandoned manor. The rest of the paratroopers sat hidden in the grass behind Nixon. As they waited for Blithe and the others to get into position Nixon spotted something poking out of Welsh’s backpack.

 “Harry, what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute? You been hauling that thing around since we jumped?”

Welsh sucked his teeth, slightly embarrassed he said, “gonna send it to Kitty when we get back to England. Silk, figure it’ll make a good wedding dress, ya know, what with the rationing and all.”

Nixon broke view of where the trio was moving in towards the manor to laugh at Welsh, “jeez Harry, I never would’ve guessed.”

“What? That I’m so sentimental?”

“No, that you think we’re going to make it back to England.” Nixon peered through his binoculars again. His mind flashed to Emily as he watched the men crouch down behind an upturned cart. Bad news, he thought. He had suspected for a while now that Emily may have feelings for Welsh, a man who clearly was intending on marrying his betrothed. No matter how much he flirted, Welsh wouldn’t have bothered lugging that extra chute around if he wasn’t serious about Kitty. Bad news for Emily. Suddenly, a shot rang out.

“Covering fire! Covering fire!” Welsh shouted. Martin and Dukeman pulled a downed Blithe back behind the line. They passed Nixon who saw the blood gushing from the young man’s throat before Doc Roe got to him.

“Cease fire! Cease fire!” Welsh commanded.

Winters moved up from behind, “what happened?”

“Sniper,” Nixon said coming up to him.

Winters couldn’t take his eyes off the bleeding Blithe, “they’re pulling us off the front line.”

“Now?” Nixon demanded.

Winters turned to him, “to a field camp north of Utah beach. Hot food, and showers.”

With a last mournful look at Blithe, Nixon turned away to head back. Great fucking timing, he raged to himself.

Emily was at the camp surrounded by intelligence staff and nurses, who were busy at work tending the masses of wounded men.

 “Nix?” her voice was gentle when he entered the intelligence tent.

“Couldn’t have let us know a little bit sooner? Sent the runner just a few minutes earlier?” he demanded.  

“What are you talking about?”

“We were on a patrol and some kid is probably gonna lose his life because that information came a few minutes too late! I sent them in there, I told them to check it out but turns out we didn’t need to!” Nixon pounded his fist on one of the tables.

“Lewis I didn’t know, that information didn’t come from me.”

“You’re intelligence staff! You’re meant to know!”

“I’m not intelligence staff like you are! I’m no S-2,” Emily shouted back, “no one tells me anything!”

Nixon paced the room trying to calm down, “okay, okay,” he leveled his hands on the desk, “I’m sorry. I just -,”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry too,” Emily stood across the table from him, looking small in the dim light of the tent. “I do know one thing,” she said. He looked up, waiting for her to continue, “we’re going back to England.”

“Right, great.” And he stormed out of the tent onto the beach.

His insomnia didn’t improve even knowing that they were going back to a relatively safe zone. It was impossible to sleep with the sounds of men crying out all around and bodies held together by gauze and tape only paces away. Naturally, the night before they were meant to leave, Nixon couldn’t sleep. He grabbed his flask and made his way towards the dunes on the far side of the camp.

He plopped down on a ridge into a bed of marsh grass, the coarse tendrils tickling his wrists and neck. Nixon closed his eyes and inhaled. The whiskey he had guzzled earlier that night had seeped pleasingly through his veins. The summer air blew across the salty water cooling the sweat where it pooled around his collarbone and lower back. It was so peaceful. If it weren’t for the peppering of tents barely visible against the night sky, Nixon could have pretended he was there on holiday and not for a war.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a lean figure making its way up the dune towards him. Nixon braced himself for the quiet wisdom of Winters. However, the figure failed to grow as it approached him, only reaching a height of about 5′5″. The silhouette revealed itself to be Emily, dressed in another pair of slightly oversized O.D.s.

“What?” Nixon barked at her.

“I saw you pass by,” Emily dropped down beside him, bumping his arm on her way down. Disgruntled, Nixon scooted over slightly.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Why aren’t you?” Emily retorted.

“Couldn’t.”

  “Same here.”

Quiet fell between them, a comfortable quiet but Nixon could sense Emily wanted to say more. Finally, her lips parted and she said, “it’s not something you can get over.”

“What?”  

“Seeing the men like that.” Emily searched his face in the dark for any reaction. Nixon stared straight ahead. “It’s disturbing and not something anyone should ever have to witness.”

Nixon licked his lips to speak, but all that came out was, “yeah.”

Emily paused, then reached for his flask. She pulled it from his grasp and took a swig, “It’s over for now. We have to find comfort in that.”

“Right, some comfort in that,” he took the flask back for another drink. They sat there side by side listening to the waves crash against the shoreline. As the night waned on, Emily began to doze off. Her head fell to rest on his shoulder. Nixon considered waking her to walk her back to her tent but then decided against it. He didn’t want to disturb her. If she woke up now who knew if she would be able to fall asleep again. Besides, he enjoyed sharing a little sliver of the world with her in that moment. A sliver that was simple and not perverted by violence.

When the sun rose, she stirred and they both made their way back to their tents for a desperate last few hours of sleep before they were to ship off. As Nixon was boarding the ship he saw Emily standing on the Mulberry harbor hugging a dark, thin woman dressed in a nurses uniform. The woman brushed wild hairs away from Emily’s forehead then pressed something into her hand. Nixon couldn’t help but wonder what that exchange had been about. Out of curiosity, he met Emily at the gangway.   “Who was that?” he asked.

“Hm?” Emily pulled a paper wrapped candy out of her pocket.

“Who was that woman you were talking to? A nurse?”

“Oh yeah, that’s my friend Marwa.”

“I didn’t know you had female friends.”

Emily rolled her eyes and popped the candy into her mouth.

“What was that?” Nixon pointed to her mouth.

“Ginger candy, you want one?” Emily offered him a candy and Nixon accepted, beginning to feel like his old self again standing next to her.

#band of brothers #fanfiction #original character #as far as friends go #lewis nixon x oc #emily rooney #lewis nixon #harry welsh #dick winters #female cartographers #females in ww2

15 notes · View notes

fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years

Text

Makayla Part Three

Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 2149

Part One; Part Two

Summary: Tensions are high in the bunker as you make a plan of attack against the vampires. Sam tries to make up for lost time. Everyone bonds with the newest Winchester.

Notes: Okay, writing Sam trying to figure out how to be a dad is sooooo fun. Also, Uncle Dean is possibly my favorite thing ever. I hope you guys enjoy part three to this series! I’m having a blast!

Special shout out to my amazing beta reader Sarah, @suckmysupernatural . I love her so much and honestly, she’s helped me so much in getting these imagines out for you and she has some absolutely killer writing of her own!

Want more Supernatural? Find it HERE

“Mom!” You woke up to the sound of your daughter screaming. “Mommy!” Makayla was kicking at the blankets, her little fists swinging at some invisible monster. Another nightmare. You grabbed her and pulled her into your arms.

“It’s okay, baby. Wake up. I’ve got you.” You rocked her back and forth until her eyes opened, fat tears spilling onto her cheeks. “You’re alright, Kayla.”

“It was the monsters again. The shadow man.”

“He isn’t here, baby.” You ran your fingers through her hair. “He can’t hurt you.” Your door flew open and Dean and Sam rushed in, Mary peaked out behind them.

“What is it? Did it hurt you?” Sam rushed to the bed while Dean checked every corner, both holding their pistols. Mary even had a machete at the ready.

“It’s okay, guys. She just had a bad dream.” You explained, groggily getting out of bed with Kayla still trembling in your arms. “Do you guys have any milk? That usually helps her calm down.” Sam thought for a moment, but Dean responded quickly.

“Chocolate or white?” Sam turned and gave him a strange look. “What? That stuff is the nectar of the gods, Sammy.” Sam shook his head.

“I can’t believe you're older than me.”

“C-can I have chocolate milk, daddy?” Kayla sniffed.

“See, the kid gets it.” Dean scoffed. Mary smacked his arm. Sam was still processing being called dad.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the kitchen.” Sam held out his arms to take her and you hesitated. Then you remembered that you had been doing this for four years and he had missed all of it. You tried to give him a peace making smile, but he ignored you. Makayla buried her face in his shoulder, trying to hide her tears like a tough girl. Sam sat her down and went over to the fridge, finding the chocolate milk hidden behind a case of beers.

“I woke everybody up.” Makayla cried, covering her face with her small hands. Sam poured the milk and hurried back over to her.

“Hey, no, it’s okay.” He soothed, gently pulling her hands away. “Here, have some of this.” He held up the glass of milk to her lips and she drank slowly, her tears eventually stopping. “Better?” She nodded slightly. Sam pulled up a chair beside her, setting the now half empty cup on the table.

“I bet you never get scared.” Makayla looked at him, her big blue-green eyes filled with awe. Her eyes looked like his. Sam smiled.

“I get scared all the time.”

“Really?” She gasped.

“Oh yeah. In fact, I have nightmares too.” Her mouth fell open and Sam continued, his tone sweet and caring. “I used to be really scared of my nightmares, but you know what I did?” She leaned forward excitedly. “I told myself that I can face anything as long as I remember that I’m not alone. So the next time that you get scared by the…”

“The shadow man.” She shivered.

“Okay, the next time you get shared by the shadow man, you just remember that you’ve got me and your mom and your Uncle Dean and Grandma Mary. You’ve even got an angel on your side.” Her eyes widened.

“An angel?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement.

“That’s right, sweetie, Uncle Cas is like your guardian uncle.” Cas could barely guard himself most of the time, but she didn’t need to know that. “You can always fight your fears when you remember that you are never alone.” She hugged his arm, her cheek pressed against his shoulder.

“My mom is right.” She beamed. “You are a hero.” And just like that, Sam Winchester’s heart melted and not just for the little girl clinging to him. Yup… he was in trouble.

Sam stayed up most of the night getting Makayla back to sleep so he slept in a little longer than the rest of the bunker. Mary got up first and made the coffee, followed by you and then a very disgruntled looking Dean. You were curled up in one of the chairs, looking over your journal. There had to be some way to connect all of your research to find the vampires’ nest.

“It looks like that girl has got Sam wrapped around her finger already.” Mary smirked, looking at you as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t your biggest fan, of course, but heart breaker or not, you still gave Sam what she had always hoped for him- a family of his own. Dean made a sound, but he was still only half awake.

“So I’ve pinpointed the area of the nest, but not the specific location.” You slid your journal across the table to him. “During slower hunting seasons, they’ve stayed near home in Springfield, Colorado. As far as I know, there’s fifteen, maybe seventeen.”

“Perfect,” Dean grumbled. You were about to add something when your eyes went wide.

“Dean!” You shrieked, pointing to the doorway. He turned around in confusion.

“Oh god,” He jumped out of his chair and rushed to Makayla, who had somehow found his pistol and was now pointing it at his mother. “Hey kiddo, I’m going to need you to give that back to me.” He laughed nervously, holding out his hand.

“How did she get that?” Mary exclaimed.

“Hell if I know.” Dean kept smiling, hoping that Makayla would calmly hand over his very lethal weapon.

“That’s a bad word, Uncle Dean.” Kayla scolded, shaking the pistol at him. Dean’s eyes widened frantically.

“Makayla Mary Y/L/N, give him that gun. You know that it’s not a toy.” Your mom voice instinctively kicked in and Makayla pouted her lip, giving you her classic puppy dog gaze. You could tell that Dean’s resolve was failing to her cuteness, but you were holding strong. You put your hands on your hips. “Now.” She handed Dean his pistol and he quickly tucked it into his waistband. Mary was looking at you, blush spreading on her cheeks.

“What did you say her name was?” She gasped. You hadn’t even realized that you said her full name.

“It’s um, Makayla, after my best friend. And Mary… after you.” Even if Sam didn’t know when she was born, you still wanted his family to be a part of her. For the first time since you’d met, Mary looked at you without glaring. She looked really touched.

“Piggyback ride!” Makayla squealed before suddenly jumping onto Dean’s back.

“Son of a-” He started until you gave him a stern look. He glared back at you, but underneath his annoyance, he had a tone of affection in his voice when he spoke to his niece. “Alright kid, but only for a few laps.” You looked on with an amused smile. Dean even made a few horse noises, making Makayla giggle. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. It was Naomi, probably just calling to check in and make sure you were alright.

“Miss me already? How sweet.” You snarked. Your smirk dropped when it wasn’t her voice on the other line.

“We’ve been looking for you for a long time.” The man drawled. Your heart dropped. You knew that voice. That night flashed through your head. That fake southern sweetness singing your name as they hunted you, your best friend’s blood still dripping from their lips. Montgomery.

“Where’s Naomi?” You snapped, your changed tone catching Mary’s attention.

“She was delicious.” He laughed. You tried to focus on your anger to cover up the pain that shot through your chest.

“I’m going to end you, you bastard.” You said through gritted teeth. He just laughed.

“We know all about the little team you’ve assembled. It’s touching really. To think I’ve inspired a family reunion.” The vamp mocked you and you could feel the hot tears blurring your vision. “Make no mistake, Y/N. They’ll all die. Starting with that handsome tall one, the one that knocked you up all those years ago. But don’t worry, I have bigger plans for you.” His voice changed to a terrifying growl. “I’m going to turn you, Y/N. Turn you into the thing you’ve hated for so long. And that brat will be your first kill.”

Montgomery hung up and you looked at the phone with a shaking hand. Don’t let him get to you. Don’t let him get to you. You threw the phone against the wall, watching it shatter on the floor. You didn’t even see Sam standing there. You were lucky you missed his head. Dean put a frightened Makayla down.

“Hey Kayla, why don’t you go with Grandma Mary for a little while?” Dean gave her a little push towards his mother and Mary took her to the other room. His flashed back to you. “The hell was that?”

“They killed Naomi.” You said, resisting the urge to wreck anything you could get your hands on, especially since Dean was the closest. “They killed her because she helped me.” Naomi was a good friend. Whenever you needed someone to watch over Makayla, it was Naomi’s place that you took her to. No questions as long as you came back in one piece.

“I’m sorry.” Sam sighed. His kind tone nearly made you break. You needed someone to yell, to blame you for letting this happen.

“We’ve got to take this sons of bitches out.” Dean was itching to kill and he knew you were too.

“We need a plan first, Dean. We can’t just go in swinging machetes.” Sam scoffed. “We don’t even know where they are.”

“We can always draw them out.” You suggested. “They want me, they can come and get me.”

“What? No.” Sam exclaimed. “That’s not even remotely an option.”

“Sam, it might be the only way to get to them.” You refuted. “They’ve been hunting me for too long. If Montgomery wants to dance, then I say ‘let’s dance’.”

“Did you suddenly forget that this isn’t just about you?” His jaw clenched and he crossed the kitchen to you.

“I’m doing this for Makayla.”

“No, you’re doing this for you!” Your faces were too close together and the look in his eyes made you take a step back. “You’ve gotten that sweet girl messed up in your fight for revenge when she should have grown up playing with teddy bears and Barbies.” That was the last straw. This wasn’t just about you.

“I am not John, Sam.” You spat. How dare he stand there and call you a bad mother? Sam just glared.

“Really, cause it seems to me you’re just like him. Makayla is growing up just like I did. A parent obsessed with vengeance, no regard for how screwed up they’re making their kid!” He barely finished his sentence before you slapped him.

Nobody said a word. Sam jerked his head back towards you and Dean was ready to step in before this got ugly. The moment was interrupted, however, by the quiet sound of crying. Your heart dropped and a wave of guilt washed over both you and Sam. Makayla looked up at her parents.

“We’re supposed to be a family.” She bawled. “Why do you have to fight?” Before either of you could say anything, she took off down the hall.

“Makayla!” Sam yelled, feeling absolutely awful.

“Kayla, honey come back!” The three of you went after her, but it was a big bunker and she was a pretty small child. “Makayla!”

“Damn that kid is fast.” Dean muttered. You stopped.

“Okay, Dean, you go check the dungeon, I’ll go check the bedrooms, and Sam you can look in the garage.” You suggested. Sam nodded, your fight put aside, but not forgotten. His cheek still stung a little.

“Makayla!” He called out, hearing you and Dean depart for your designated areas. He opened the door to the garage and was surprised to find the door open. “Makayla, come on out.” A cold breeze blew in and he noticed a little huddled form just outside the garage door. He took off his flannel and slowly peeked outside. “Sweetheart, what are you doing out here?” He draped his shirt around her. It might as well have been a blanket.

“I-I don’t like yelling. The shadow man always yells.” She cried. Sam sighed. He had made his daughter cry because he couldn’t just face his real feelings for you.

“I’m so sorry sweetie, you’re mom and I were having a disagreement. We won’t yell anymore.”

“Why did Mommy hit you?”

“She didn’t mean to.” He gave her a convincing smile. Makayla peeked over his shoulder.

“Who’s that?” Sam’s brows furrowed together.

“Wh-” His head was slammed into the ground before he could even turn around.

“Leave my daddy alone!” Makayla cried and a person in all black picked her up.

“No…” Sam said hazily, his consciousness slowly fading. “Makayla…”

Continue to Part Four

General Tag: @rae-gar-targaryen; @takemepedropascal; @childhood-imagination; @mylovegoesto; @yellowbadgergirl; @itmejado

Supernatural: @desimarie12; @deandreamernp; @vicmc624; @halesandy @livshaes; @d-whinchestergirl87; @mrspeacem1nusone

Sam Winchester: @theamuz; @adeliness

Makayla Series: @rhiannon-the-troublemaker; @hoboal87

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester daughter #dean winchester #supernatural imagine #mary winchester #winchester family #Jared Padalecki

74 notes · View notes

harringtonheartache · 4 years

Text

Daybreak | Part Twenty-One

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Lab Escapee! Reader?

Summary: Part twenty-one of this fic. Rescue team re-assemble... with more members?

Word Count: 2,800 +

Warning(s): Self-inflicted injury, mention of guns, blood, cussing

A/N: I am very excited for the next (last?) few chapters! Hehe, I hope you guys are enjoying the series! Lemme know how you feel about where things are going (-;

The pad of Hopper’s thumb traced over the old wallpaper of Joyce’s home. He looked at the long scratch carefully, like he was in a museum and it was an art piece displayed in a fancy frame. And then he huffed, like he was irritated, and turned around to face Joyce again. He didn’t have any words, though, and they both looked at one another blankly.

Steve had returned himself to the couch, sullen and uninterested in Hopper’s investigation. He turned his left hand over and held in in his right, his own thumb feeling over the line across his palm; the scar, the one he gave and healed himself. The stitches — how many did it take? Six? Eight? And when he bandaged it in white, how many times around his hand did he wrap the cloth? How long did it take to bleed through?

“We have to summon it,” he said.

Hopper and Joyce turned from one another to face Steve, and he picked himself up from his seat in a hurry. He didn’t look at them as he rushed, a few steps around boxes and debris, straight to the door. Neither Joyce nor Hopper had found any words before he was through it and on route to his car.

Hopper sighed — that irritance again — and took a few strides to plant his hand on the door knob. He swung it open, the force rustling miscellaneous papers scattered across the room, and called out at the retreating teenager.

“Where are you going?”

Steve tugged on his car door and leaned in over the driver’s seat. His hand felt around on the floor of the passengers side, and he grabbed for the bag of forgotten first-aid. He picked himself up swiftly, plastic bag swinging at his side, and turned to march right back up to the porch.

Hopper was still stood in the entryway when he climbed the steps, and without even looking at him Steve swerved around his figure back into the home. Hopper followed the kid’s movements with his eyes, studying him like he had the wall. Joyce stood like a centerpiece in her own home, her presence losing saturation by the minute. A simple box of bandages was dumped onto her table, a second one sliding out and knocking into the first. Steve dropped the bag and progressed towards the kitchen, his plan still unspoken.

“What the hell are you doing?” Hopper spoke after him with a second effort. He shut the front door again, a distracted push of his hand sending it to a close. “Hey!” he called out to the disappearing figure.

Steve came as he left, quickly, only this time he held in his grip a knife. This did not silence Hopper.

“Woah, woah woah! What the hell? What are you doing? Give-”

“Just calm down, okay? I’m not-”

“Give me the knife, Harrington”.

He dangled the blade in his hand as he gestured, hands tossed in the hair nonchalantly. “Just listen to me!” he said in defense.

“Just put the goddamn knife down,” Hopper told him troublingly.

Wide eyes on the verge of being rolled, Steve slapped the knife to the table. “There! Will you just hear me out?” The silver spun against the hardwood as silence stilled the rest of the room. One hand drifted to Hopper’s hip — fed up, tired — and the other wavered in the air — yielding, tired.

“What?” he asked his question in one word.

“We have to summon it,” Steve said matter-of-factly, like Hopper should have picked up on what was happening. Keep up!

“Summon it. With a knife.” The return was dull.

“No, with blood”.

Hopper’s face jumped, exasperated but in a way that was partially a performance. “Oh!” he bursted, his free hand thrown in the air to hit his thigh with a smack when it came back down. “With blood”.

“It showed up because Nine’s arm — it was bleeding. She told me. She knew it came because of the blood. If I just cut myself, minimally, the blood will lure the thing back here and I can-”

“You’re not going to cut yourself-” Joyce started.

“We aren’t summoning a nine-foot-tall creature that almost killed you a few hours ago!” Hopper voiced sourly.

Steve’s hair flopped in front of his eyes and he sighed. It stayed there for a moment, himself gearing up to continue the argument, and then he tossed it back into place as he brought his head up again to look at his opposed.

“Look, wherever that thing took her, she said Will is there, too. She thinks she can find him,” he said, eyes drifting between the two adults but settling on Joyce at the mention of her son. Her mouth twitched as she watched him, and he continued his speech; something between an explanation and a plea.

“And I have to believe that she’s okay, that she will. But she’s hurt, probably pretty badly, probably exhausted.”

Hopper shifted on his feet, his cold stare dwindling for a moment, internally fighting with the idea of giving into this askew reality. The things he had been told of — the superpowers and the alternate dimensions (she called it the ‘upside-down’, right?). He had yet to see any of these things for himself, and instead stood protected by the shadow of ignorance. If he let this happen, when would he face everything he had been told of?

When blood started leaking from the cut Steve had proposed, slow to drip in thick red splotches against the floor? Would the wall shake and rumble like Joyce had described, and if so, is that when he’d face it? Would it take until the creature emerged from the wall for him to truly realize, and, could he ever go back to the shadow?

“We have to help her. That thing created a portal when it showed up, and that’s the only way we know how to find it. We can get them both back. It can be over,” Steve said.

Over. What did that mean, exactly? The word came from his own mouth, but Steve was still unsure of its promise. For Joyce, the idea was easy. It would mean having her son back home, ending the search. And for Hopper he’d return to work, Steve would guess, unburdened by this nagging supernatural side-story in his life. And for Steve… ? What would it mean for Steve? Going back to school, regularly, perhaps? He couldn’t imagine things being over for himself without needing to conceptualize a life for Nine, too. A new life. She wouldn’t go back to the lab, that wasn’t an acceptable normal anymore. So she’d take up residence… where, exactly? He let himself envision her at his own home for only a second, nipped in the side soon after by the teeth of realism. Hiding wouldn’t do long term, and his parent’s wouldn’t take her in like a stray dog to sleep at the bottom of their son’s bed. He’d also have to consider the people of Hawkins’ Lab. They didn’t just go away, excuse themselves as a problem simply because Will would be found.

Where would she go?

Where was she now?

“Okay,” Joyce said pensively. Her brows trembled a little as she looked at Steve, an earnest smile sent his way as he looked back at her.

Hopper dropped his chest, closed his eyes. Two against one, now. He raised a hand to scratch at the back of his head, and opened his eyes to the stare of Steve: wide-eyed, expectant.

“Okay,” Hopper said, his voice still a little rough as not to show too much compliance.

Steve’s head rose from his shoulders, a bit dazed by the agreement.

“Not… not right now, though,” Hop said. Steve’s expression dropped again, and even Joyce turned to face the sheriff with a look of displeasure. “I need time, I’m expected at the station. And I need to prepare, too. If we’re fighting some giant monster and possibly entering another dimension, I need to get some things together.” Steve wanted to roll his eyes (they have to move, now!) but he stopped himself. Better not to be that bold when Hopper agreed in the first place, be grateful for the win.

“Well- well when? Hop, I need to find him. I need him back.”

Joyce’s words, so tender and so broken. The monster in the wall, the mental image she had saved and sealed tight in her mind, began to shrink; a threat no longer so potent. With the voice of a small child, she begged for the chance to save her own.

“I-” Hopper started, and he looked down at her, rethought his plan. More wide eyes trained on him. “Tonight. I’ll come back tonight and we’ll do this. I promise”.

Jonathan Byers, or as some may call him: the one still standing. Lanky, awkward, but not without allure. Perhaps someone his younger brother would emulate with personal charm when he grew up. To each their own appeal, but both without a doubt amiable and compelling characters.

Maybe it has thrown off Jonathan’s stride, though. Being something of an outcast is cause for hardship, even if it shapes a person nicely. And it did, but he stumbled up the steps of his front porch like he was made of sticks.

What he saw when he made it through the door threw him off further: Steve Harrington and his own mother, an intense conversation happening between the two. Sure, Steve himself wasn’t so bizarre. He drove around the kids, Jonathan’s little brother being one of them. He was a friend to them, a more evolved version of a babysitter, and his presence wasn’t too jarring as a casual act. But Will wasn’t around. He definitely knew that. And Steve had already given his help to the investigation, deeming his occupancy unsettling.

“Mom?” Jonathan asked, still a shadow in the doorway.

Joyce turned, Steve’s eyes following the same path.

“Oh! Uhm- Jonathan,” Joyce said, that same awkward energy the person she spoke to often adopted himself.

Joyce wasn’t thrilled with the idea of Steve participating in the evening’s plans. He was a teenager, though physically bigger than her, a kid nonetheless. She’d rather take the task on herself (okay, she’d allow Hopper, he’d be of great help), but his company was cemented. She wouldn’t be able to shake him, and she knew that, and maybe it would be okay. Her own son was different. She wanted to protect him too, of course, and maybe he was shakable. She realized now that she might have to lie to succeed.

“Steve wanted to see if he could help out in any way.”

“The house is a mess.”

This was an uncomplicated response, but also a touch unsettling. Joyce stalled.

“I know. Things just piled up so quickly,” she said to him.

“What’s going on, mom?” he asked coldly.

Her ability to lie faltered, she shifted on her feet. “I’m- I’m just trying to find your brother,” she said, voice partially cracked. Steve stood next to her unmoved. He longed to excuse himself, but didn’t see it a viable option.

“If Steve can help,” Jonathan started, a hand hidden in jacket sleeve motioning to Steve, “then so can I. What’s going on?”

Steve looked back to Joyce, eyes ping-ponging between the two as they carried out their tense conversation. He really wished he had left with Hopper, at this point.

“It’s just some routine work with Hopper, nothing you’d need to be here for. You should get out of the house for a while. There are some- some more posters. You could hang those up. That would be a big help,” she said, turning to the table to reach for posters that weren’t actually beside her. Her hands fell back to her sides as she faced Jonathan again, acting as if she hadn’t just looked for something that wasn’t there.

“Mom,” he said, and he looked at her the way he had been doing a lot recently. “Don’t just push me out of the house. I want to help. Let me.”

“It’s just-” Joyce stalled again, progressing forward a few steps to land herself closer to Jonathan. She reached a hand up to touch his face, but pulled it back before making contact. Her hand shook and she looked at him with a quivering mouth. “It’s dangerous, honey. I can’t put you in danger.”

Jonathan had to stop himself from taking a step back, started by his mother’s demeanor. “Wh- what do you mean? It’s okay, I can protect myself, just let me help,” he said, voice beginning to sound frantic, words stacking up against one another.

“I just. I can’t have you here. Not with Will gone. I need you as my constant, okay?”

He swallowed once, then a second time when he felt his eyes water.

A new sound filled the silence as a truck pulled in the driveway, headlights flashing through the window as the sun had recently started it’s descent. All three Byer’s house occupants turned, and Chief Hopper became a figure in the window. He slammed his driver’s door, shuffled around back to take something from the truck bed, then started his stride up the porch. He entered, blatantly (they were well past knocking, right?), but then froze at the sight of the newly arrived.

“Oh. Shit,” he said. The gun he held was readjusted in his grip.

“What the hell? What are you guys doing? What’s with the gun. Mom, you don’t even like guns.” Jonathan turned between the two adults.

“It’s just a precaution, kid. That thing isn’t going to hurt your mom, I promise,” Hopper said, taking Joyce’s place in the conversation.

“Thing? What thing?”

“Oh…” Hopper trailed off. “Not even the… ? Okay, sorry. I’ll just…” He let himself all the way inside now and closed the door, excusing himself to the sidelines.

“I’m not leaving.”

“Jon-”

“No! Not with whatever’s going on! I need to be here!”

Whatever’s going on was a fitting description for someone of Jonathan’s isolated position, and someone had to fill him in.

It took a while. Longer than Steve would have liked, for sure. Hopper wasn’t certain who was in a further state of denial: him or Jonathan. And Jonathan wasn’t leaving, that was decided; or more or less declared. It wasn’t favorable for Joyce, and her knee rattled against her hands as she bounced on the couch.

“So, blood will draw this thing here?” Jonathan asked from beside her. He was talking to Steve now, and the teenager, older by just one year, confirmed the statement. He picked up the knife he had set down hours ago and held it in his hand, watching the blade reflect colors of red, blue, yellow, and green from the Christmas lights hanging above.

“Wait, no, no,” Joyce said, standing from the couch in an attempt to gain control over just one thing happening in her home. “You shouldn’t do it, one of us should,” she said, motioning between Hopper and herself. Hopper winced at the proposal, uneasy with the idea of being nominated.

“Joyce, it’s okay. Really, I need to,” Steve said to her dulcetly. “I'll bandage my hand right up, no worries. I owe it.”

“You don’t owe us anything,” she said.

“I know. I owe it to Nine,” he spoke softly, a smile somewhere between kind and somber stretching his lips.

He twisted the blade in his hold, Joyce moving to prepare the bandages he had promised he’d use. He contemplated his hand, where to add a new scar. Opening his fingers, he eyed the line already present across his palm: the old scar, self-inflicted as well, from that first time he’d sewn stitches. He thought about tracing over it, refreshing his memory with the same pain, but closed his fist and opened his other hand. A clean slate.

He drew a new line across his alternate palm, slowly as not to cut too deep, and breathed out a huff of distress as he created a new cut. The blade came back red (it had fulfilled its purpose), and he practically dropped the knife back down on the table. He gripped his wrist, holding his newly-bleeding hand steady, and turned his grip around for the blood to run down his palm in a thick line of cherry-red. A single drop led the way, and a tiny puddle of his own blood formed at Steve’s shoes.

Joyce moved promptly, taking Steve’s hand and wrapping it in cloth as soon as the damage was done. He held his breath, a squint on his face as he tried to disregard the pain.

It happened almost as rapidly as it did the first time, and Hopper and Jonathan looked around, panicked, at the flashing lights. The shaking followed as expected, rattling the house like a bad storm. Jonathan, standing now, turned towards the more experienced.

“What the hell…” he started, his question falling limp.

“Back to it,” Steve spoke, a tad blasé.

---

Tag List: @ggclarissa @gurl-ly @alewifex @we-are-band-sexuals @cpt-lamby @l0ve-0f-my-life @easvtohate @used-avocado @kwyloz @itzpikapie @samwise-babeyy @kaelyn-lobrutto24 @mochminnie @peterwandaparker @ayamecrevan @lilyhw1 @seninjakitey @lulurose17 @write-from-the-heart @hargreevelr @sledgy14 @stranger-names @marvelouspottering @crimesolvin @pradaxstyles @im-a-stranger-thing @fancytravelerbird @queenofthehairharrington @blahhhhhhhaaa @prettysbliss

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve x reader #steve harrington series #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #jim hopper #joyce byers #jonathan byers #joe keery

82 notes · View notes

valeriethepussycats · 4 years

Text

Assemble

Chapter 7

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Nick sits up, clutching his ribs he looks and see Y/n unconscious. He rushes over to Her and clutch her in his arm. “Y/n wakes up wakes up.”

Nick lays Y/n on the ground and struggles to his feet. He then puts on his earpiece.“Hill?!”

Pandemonium erupts. Emergency alarms set off, fire extinguishers activate near surrounding fires and every agent is in a spinning scramble for their positions and armaments. Agent Hill keeps the bridge as calm as possible.

“Turn up that engine! Number 3 engine is down! Can we get a run in?” Hill runs over to Galaga Player. “Talk to me.”

Galaga Player points to monitor. “Turbine's loose. Mostly intact, but it's impossible to get out there and make repairs while we're in the air.”

“We lose one more engine, we won't be. Somebody's got to get inside and patch that engine.” Hill reported to Nick.

“Stark! You copy that?!” Nick questioned.

“I'm on it!” Tony answered.

“Coulson! Initiate official lock down in the detention section then get to the armory! Move out!.” Nick ordered then Agent Coulson runs out of the bridge.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Natasha looks over to Banner, who is breathing heavy, having landed hard. He is gripping the grated floor to maintain control, but his eyes are green, his face intense. “I'm okay. We're okay, right?” Natasha whispered.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Barton leads his men into the air ducts of the ship. They rappel down into a corridor.

“Get that engine down! Detention! Get him through the dark! Come with me.

Two of his men follow him. They head towards the bridge.” Barton ordered.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Tony and Cap run through a dim, debris filled hall. “Find engine three. I'll meet you there.” Tony told Steve. Cap peels off as Tony approaches a tech room. Inside, Tony's Iron Man suit stands waiting, lit above in all its glory.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Bruce’s face in the dim light as he struggles to suppress the rage, but his face is growing, changing slowly. Natasha is pulling herself painfully free, talking to Bruce...

“Doctor... Bruce, you gotta fight it. This is just what Loki wants. We're gonna be okay. Listen to me.” Two approaching Shield soldiers arrive to check on her. She furiously waves them away. They bolt out of there. “We're gonna be okay. Right? I swear on my life I will get you out of this, you will walk away, and never...”

“Your life?” Bruce’s voice has the change in it the bitter amusement is morphing to a growled threat. Another explosion rocks the carrier and he turns to look at her, transforming just as the lights go out.

“Bruce.” Natasha pleaded.

Banner suddenly starts transforming into The Hulk and gives Natasha one last knowing look. Natasha struggle free of the rubble. She stops. The Hulk, sensing her, turns his head and puts on a face of a disturb monster. Natasha jolts up the stairs with the Hulk chasing after her. Natasha maneuvers like a black widow should. She rolls under a turbine, starts to crawl within the maze of pipes. The Hulk pulls them out from above the catwalk.Natasha falls through under the catwalks and quickly and stealthily escapes. The Hulk lets out a roar of rage unlike anything. Primal. Not human.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Y/n slowly opens her eyes and sits up on her elbows and see that she’s in a dark room.

”Really the dark room I we were pass this.” Y/n shouted into the abyss but no one responds.

“Oh so you gonna act like you can’t hear me. Phoenix!!” Y/n yelled.

The Phoenix appears behind Y/n. “You called for me.”

“Thank you for greasing me with your presents. I thought we were gonna learn how to be as One what happened. What the hell was that back there.” Y/n questioned.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” The Phoenix answered.

“Making every object known to man on the ship levitate ring any bells?” Y/n asked.

“That wasn’t me.” The Phoenix stated.

“What?!” Y/n staggered.

“No that was you.” The Phoenix answered.

“No that can’t be right you’re the telepathic you’re the telekinesis not me that’s always been you.” Y/n protested.

“Is it?”

Y/n looks up at Phoenix confuse but before she can open her mouth to say anything she’s cut off with the loud roar echoing in her thoughts to the point it snaps her awake and she laying on the floor. When she looks up and see Loki smiling mischievously then blacking out again.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Fury runs in and sees the chaos has increased even more the before. The Helmsman is in complete disarray. “Bring the carrier inwards and head south. Take us to the water.”

“Why water? Navigations recalibrated after the engine failure.” Helmsman told Nick.

“Is the sun coming up?!” Nick asked.

“Yes, sir.” Helmsman answered.

“Then put it on the left! Get us over water! One more turbine goes down and we drop.” Nick explained.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Captain America, pushing with all his strength the door to portside, sees Shield tech in full oxygen masks shoot fire extinguishers and cover from sparks -- largely unable to do anything. Engine 3 is totally dead. A large chunk of the port side is torn off.

“Stark, I'm here!”

“Good. See what we got.” Tony flies in his Iron Man suit and gets close to the damaged engine.

Tony observes within his viewscreen at the damaged engine and its layouts. “I gotta get this super conducting cooling system back online before I can access the rotors and work on dislodging the debris.”

Iron Man begins pulling on the stuck rotors then looks over at Steve. “I need you to get to that engine control panel and tell me which relays are in overload position.”

Iron Man flies into giant cooling conductors. Captain America jumps over to the other side of the broken railing. Captain America gets himself to the control panel and opens it up. For a man who grew up as a yank, what the fuck is this!

“What's it look like in there?” Tony asked.

“It seems to run on some form of electricity.”

“Well, you're not wrong.”

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Natasha continuously crawls under the catwalk. She stops. Then...Boom. Boom. Boom. The room vibrates. Rhythmically. Natasha pulls out her gun and slowly walks out onto the catwalk and spins. and then a roar. The Hulk. Natasha fires a shot into a liquid nitrogen pipe that hits the hulk in face. Hulk smashes it with all his might. Natasha begins to run through the maze of corridors. The sound the monster is coming. Finally, she reaches and a long corridor. As she runs, behind her, The Hulk tears up the hallway, coming at her. Natasha turns to see, but theHulk slaps her into the wall, smashing into the ground. Hulk marks his territory. Natasha looks up. A fear she has never felt begins to seep out. Hulk raises his hand and IS knocked off his feet by Thor who tackles him into the next room.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Both Thor and The Hulk roll across the floor. Every person runs the hell out. Thor looks up at this magnificent beast. Hulk stands up and moving like a boxer, wants Thor to make his move. Hulk makes his move. Swing and a miss . Thor swings his massive hand and almost knocks The Hulk off his feet. Hulk keeps swinging and missing, pissing him off.

Finally, he brings down his arm, but Thor grabs it and wraps around it. “We are not your enemies, Banner! Try to think!”

Hulk lifts his arm up, to Thor's surprise, and he sending him flying as he punches Thor’s face with his fist.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Iron Man continuously blasts broken debris off the turbine engine. It's bad, but still fixable.

“The relays are intact. What's our next move?” Steve said into his earpiece to Tony.

“Even if I clear the rotors, this thing won't re-engage without a jump. I'm gonna have to get in there and push.” Tony explained.

“Well if that thing gets up to speed, you'll get shredded!” Steve declared.”

“Then stay in the control unit and reverse polarity long enough to disengage mag...”

“Speak English!”

“See that red lever? It'll slow the rotors down long enough for me to get out. Stand by it, wait for my word.” Captain America looks over at the other side where he was. He sees the red lever and jumps towards it.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Thor crashers into another stack of crates. As he raises his head, he feels something on his lips... blood. As he swipes it off, the roar of the Hulk is not too far. Thor extends his hand out. The roar gets louder and closer. Thor focuses. His hand strains toward mid-air. His eyes tight in concentration. The Hulk runs right at him. At the last second, Mjölnir flies into his hand and Thor uppercuts Hulk, who crashes into a fighter jet. Hulk stands up, shaking his head like `what just happened.' He shakes it off and angrily rips off the tail of the jet, torques his body like the a Greek Discus thrower and hurls the massive plate at Thor. Thor Slides and ducks under the tail.

Jumping up, he throws Mjölnir with all his strength, knocking the Hulk head over heels. Hulk falls down, hammer in hand. He tries to lift it, but can't. Mjölnir rests atop his hand. Struggle as he may, Hulk wraps his hand around the hammer. The hammer doesn't move. To no avail -- he strains with all his might, screams from the effort, bellowing.

Thor jumps up again, kneeing Hulk in the face. Thor grabs his hammer, jumps on him, using the hammer as a lock for his chokehold. Hulk tries to pull him off.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Fury and Agent Hill look over their monitors. “We need a full evac on the lower hangar bay.”

Agent Hill nods. She leaves to exit out, but a Sliding Grenade appears. “Grenade!”

The grenade goes off, sending her down the steps. Fury fires a shot at the open entrance. He moves over behind the side of the entrance. A handful of Barton's men enter. Watchful, ready, waiting... Fury steps out, his gun drawn. A shoot out and hand-to-hand ensues, but Fury is unable to stop one of them, which is why he is shot in the head by Agent Hill, who looks hot and sexy holding her gun.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Agent Coulson walks up the armory door. He places his head into a facial recognition scanner. Walks into the room.

“We got perimeter breach! Hostiles are in Shield gear. Hold on to every junction.” Sitwell announced.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Hulk crashers from under the floor, sending Thor on his ass. Hulk grabs him by the neck.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

A gunfight opens up. Agents exchange fire with brutally efficient tactical soldiers.

“Sir, the Hulk and Thor are in shuttle levels 2, 3 and 4!” Sitwell informed.

“Sir, the Hulk will tear this place apart!” Hill yelled.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

“So your just gonna keep me here. I need to wake up I should be out there helping I know you hear what’s going on.” Y/n explained.

“I didn’t hear what’s going on and you can help use your powers in Manhattan The Phoenix disclosed.

“Manhattan why would......The Tesseract. You saw were the local.” Y/n replied.

“Of course I notice did. Now use your powers.” The Phoenix told Y/n

Y/n plus one hand on her head and the other hand out trying to concentrate and locate Bruce’s thoughts when she finally finds him she feels rage uncontrollable rage.

”She’s finally excepting this power as her’s and she doesn’t even realize it.” The Phoenix whispered to herself.

Go to Manhattan leave the Helicarrier the Tesseract is there I don’t know where but it’s in Manhattan when everything calms down here I’ll meet you but you need to leave now or you’ll hurt a lot of people

The Hulk hears someone’s voice broadcasting in his head giving him a command without him realizing he turns around, letting out his primal roar. He Takes a running start and leaps out the panel Plummets to earth, roaring his swan song.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Y/n stands in the dark room dumbstruck.

That it actually worked.

Even while she’s unconscious she can still use her telepathic abilities. It makes her wonder if all the voices here in her dreams are made up or is it real.

“You found out the truth about your mother how she abandoned you The anger you felt it was in sync with mine.” The Phoenix explained.

“You’re angry because you’re here with me?” Y/n wondered.

“No of course not. I fear that I am the only one of my kind.”

Even if you are you’ll never alone I will always be here.” Y/n said with a smile and The Phoenix smiles back at her.

she’s like the child I met many years ago

#loki x reader #loki x black!reader #thor x reader #steve x reader #steve x black!reader #marvel x reader #avengers x reader

16 notes · View notes

poorboypictures · 3 years

Text

Major America: Ch. 1

Jordon Wilkinson was seven years old when he first learned of Captain America; he and his siblings were told by their grandfather of the time he fought beside Captain America and Bucky in World War II. All were enthralled, but none more than Jordon himself. Jordon began reading all he could about the Captain’s escapades before and during the war, learning his origin, his identity, and his disappearance; taking the hero to heart, Jordon stood up for those who couldn’t stand for themselves throughout his life, even joining the military after the Twin Towers fell, serving seven years before a hip injury took him out of action permanently. In 2012, Captain America resurfaced and Jordon was thrilled to have him as a moral standard in the country again, only to notice a change in the hero over the years.

***

2021, nine years after Captain America was freed from the ice; Major Jordon Wilkinson sits in a security office picking at his spaghetti and meatball lunch, staring intently in thought. Wally Gertz, his partner, is fidgeting with a Rubik’s Cube keychain with his feet up.

“Something wrong?” Wally asks.

Jordon blinks a few times and looks over at Wally. “Hmm?”

“Lunch ended ten minutes ago and usually you finish in five minutes just to keep watch on the feed.”

“No, I just have a lot on my mind.” Jordon takes a bite of his lunch as Wally puts away the cube.

“We’ve been working the same shift together for three years, Jordon; I would think I can read you well enough.”

Jordon sighs and pushes his lunch away before leaning back in his chair.

“You know the phrase ‘never meet your heroes’?”

Wally takes his feet off of the desk and leans forward. “You met him? You met Captain America?” He asks, eyes wide.

Jordon slowly nods. “The saying is true. At least, it wouldn’t have been if I met him when he came out of the ice. He’s changed and I think society was what did it; a man out of time, trying to keep up with the seventy years he missed, and I believe it corrupted him.”

“Sounds plausible; society is a bit of a mess these days.” He straightens his hat. “It’s a shame someone can’t just grab the shield and say ‘I’m the Captain now’.”

Jordon stops completely, an idea forming.

***

Later that day; Jordon is in his apartment on his computer, looking for a shield.

“The shield is the easy part.” He says to himself. “It’s the costume that will be hard to get; how am I going to get an extra thousand dollars for an accurate costume?”

He pauses as something dawns on him.

“Hang on…”

He gets up, grabs his phone, and calls someone as he sits back down at the computer.

“Hello?” Georgie Berke answers the phone.

“Georgie, it’s me, Jordon.”

“Hey, Jordy! How are you doing? How was your nephew’s birthday?”

“Loud, and disruptive, but I love him, so I didn’t leave. So, hey, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“How does one get an accurate costume?”

“Jordy.” She says teasingly. “Are you getting into cosplay?”

“Georgie, I’m 43 years old, I don’t do cosplay.”

“I’m 37, Jordy, what’s your point?”

“My point is-.” He says with a tad of frustration. “I want an accurate costume and I would like to know how to get one for a good price.”

“Weeelll… if you had an extra small fortune to spend on one you could do that.”

“Nope.” Jordon shakes his head. “I have bills to pay.”

“Then you could make a costume with your own twist, I’ve seen plenty of cosplayers use this method to save a buck without having to get a cheaply made costume.”

“That sounds doable. Thanks.”

“May I ask what exactly this is for?”

“… No. Bye.”

He hangs up, opens a new tab, and begins searching for his costume-with-a-twist.

***

One week later; Jordon is in his apartment listening to a police scanner app on his phone as he peals masking tape off of the recently painted heater shield; just as Jordon finishes taking the tape off, dispatch warns of an attempted robbery at a nearby bank.

“That’s a mile from here…” Jordon says to himself as he looks at his partly assembled costume on the couch; he looks at the shield and back to the couch, wondering whether he should go without a complete costume.

Jordon sighs and quickly puts the costume on, wearing the shield on his back like a backpack; he jumps down the fire escape and onto a red 2013 Harley-Davidson Breakout, tearing out of the alley way and down the street.

Literally a minute later, Jordon pulls into the alley next to the bank and walks into the rear entrance to hear two men trying to break into the safety deposit boxes; he sneaks up behind them, pulls out his gun, pistol-whips one crook, knocking him out, and knocks out the other with his shield, only for the resounding “clang!” to catch the attention of the crook standing guard at the other side of the room.

The crook shouts at Jordon. “HEY!”

Before Jordon can turn around and shield himself, the gunman shoots him in the thigh and side; Jordon holds in a scream of pain as the gunman empties his magazine into the shield; as the gunman tries to quickly reload, Jordon sprints forward at full speed and punches the man out cold only to find himself in front of the remaining three robbers ready to fire on him.

“Oh, crap…”

Jordon ducks behind the shield as the three men fire at him, emptying their magazines; they stop to taunt him as they reload.

“You supposed to be Captain America or something, man?” One asks.

“He’s got a round shield, you imbecile!” Another taunts.

Jordon takes a deep breath, blocking out the pain from being shot, and pulls out his gun.

“Come on, just like in the military.” He whispers to himself

He stands up and hits the first two gunmen in the shoulder without effort, but he and the third gunman fire at the same time; Jordon hits the gunman in the shoulder same as before, and the gunman hits Jordon in the bicep. The gunman goes down and Jordon holsters his gun, his breathing shaky; he looks around at the employees and citizens getting up from the floor.

“Is everyone okay?” He asks, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

A man in a suit nods. “Yes, we’re fine, but you need a doctor.”

“I’ve suffered worse, trust me.” Jordon says as he turns to go back the way he came in.

“Wait!” A woman calls. “What do we call you?”

Jordon stops and looks back. “I’m… Major America.”

He heads to the back of the bank to leave.

***

Soon, in Georgie’s apartment, Georgie is watching the news as she sips from a cup of tea; the news anchor is reporting on the bank robbery when the footage of the fight is played on screen. Georgia spews her tea out, coughing.

“JORDY!?”

***

In Jordon’s apartment, Jordon is sitting at his dining table stitching up the wound on his side when his front door bursts open, causing Jordon to jump as Georgie bolts in.

“Why didn’t you tell me!?”

Jordon grabs some gauze and puts pressure on his wound that has begun bleeding again.

“I really need to lock my door more often.” Jordon says, wincing. ��Can you pass me that whiskey?”

He points to the bottle on the kitchen counter and Georgie hands it to him, watching as he takes a swig.

“Why are you drinking while stitching yourself up?” Georgie asks. “How do you even know how to stitch a wound?”

Jordon continues stitching.

“Back in Iraq our field medic got hit by a frag grenade along with a couple others; the anesthetic was apparently hit and drained out so we raided the basement of a bombed bar and the medic taught me how to stitch a wound because I had the steadiest hands.” He takes another swig of whiskey. “Sometimes the old ways are the best.”

He finishes stitching the wound and places some gauze over it.

“Can you hold that while I wrap the wound?”

“Fine.” Georgie huffs as she holds the gauze in place. “Just tell me what you were thinking when you decided to do this?”

“What are you? My mother?” Jordon quips as he finishes wrapping his wound. “I’m a grown man who can make his own decisions.”

“Not when they get you nearly killed!”

Jordon stands up and puts his shirt back on.

“I fought for seven years in a country that hated my guts, I can stand to fight a few more in another country that hates my guts. Doesn’t matter what you say, Georgie, I won’t stop what I’ve started.”

Georgie sighs and crosses her arms in a huff.

“No, you’re right; you’re an adult.”

She notices his bloodied costume and picks up the sweater.

“Also, what kind of costume is this? A baby could do better!”

“The gloves and jacket hadn’t arrived yet, they’ll be here in a couple of days.”

Georgie looks at him, cocking an eyebrow.

“Are you… Are you cropping a jacket?”

“… Noooo…” Jordon answers reluctantly.

“What color is the jacket?”

“Blue…”

“The only way you’re going to get the look you want is by cropping the jacket.”

“Fine! Yes, I’m going to crop the jacket!” Jordon winces and holds his side after the defeated outburst bothers his wound. “Okay, back to small talk.” He says, pained.

Georgie picks up Jordon’s helmet and mask and gives it a once over.

“Where did you get this?” She asks.

“The helmet was my grandfathers; quick coat of paint and it was perfect.” He takes a swig of whiskey once again. “The mask I found at an antique shop; the tag said it was an aviator’s mask used in the war, but I’ve never seen one like this before.”

“And the shield?”

“Got that online, bought three and tested two of them on my uncles range to see what guns they could handle; surprisingly a lot. I’m going to have to buy more after a while though, I’ll need to make a budget for that.”

“You really are serious about this, aren’t you?” Georgie asks, pulling a chair up next to Jordon.

“I am.”

“Why, though? What on God’s green Earth would get you to do this?” She asks, genuinely concerned.

“America needs a hero who will truly fight for them, a hero who understands what it means to be the little guy, America needs an underdog; do you think Ironman understands what it’s like to live paycheck-to-paycheck, or if Thor understands what it’s like to get mugged and you can’t pay your rent by the end of the week?”

“Probably not…” Georgie says.

“We rely too much on them; yeah, they’ve saved the world, but we don’t need Black Widow to find a stolen car. I’m going to try to be like that spider guy in Manhattan; he sticks to one area and does it well.”

Georgie stands up and stretches.

“If you’re going to do something stupid, I may as well help: if you find any information you can’t track just call me and I’ll see if I can find anything for you; I’m pretty good with computers, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll see you Monday.”

Georgie smiles and leaves the apartment.

***

A couple days later; a young man is being mugged by two men in an alley way, getting beaten; someone clears their throat and the muggers stop and turn to look down the alley to see Major America wearing a complete costume.

“Alright, boys, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” He says.

The muggers look at each other and pull their knives.

“Hard way it is.”

He raises his shield and jumps into the fray.

End.

The Incomplete costume.

The Complete Costume.

Don't judge the art too harshly, I know what I have to work on I don't need people pointing it out.

Also, I suck at writing origins, I'm better at writing stories where the reader is assumed to know exactly who the characters are.

#captain america #america #major america #star spangled man #patriotism #patriot #original character #oc art #oc artwork #oc insert #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfics #fanfic writing #oc insert au #au #alternate universe #art #artwork

1 note · View note

michaelneedssomefics · 4 years

Text

On Fire

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: about 2K

warnings: none I think? tell me if something bothers you.

A/N: Guys I’m back with tons of fic ideas, don’t hesitate to ask me for anything too, I’m not limited to only whatever is on my masterlist. hope ya’ll are staying safe!

You have regenerating powers. Your arm gets cut off? It comes back. But it’s painful. The part that regenerates feels like it's on fire.

You’re also in love with two men. And they’re both in love with you. What better way to solve it than to just date each other? Yea, your life is a mess. But your boys make it worth it.

Whilst on the run from the government, Bucky, Steve and you became closer. One night you guys sat down together in the motel room you were currently staying in and opened up about your feelings.

You were inseparable since, and you loved each other deeply.

And then Thanos came to Earth.

You fought together in Wakanda along with other Avengers. You and Nat work in perfect harmony like before the Sokovia Accords, as if no time has passed at all.

“Duck!” Nat shouted at you, shooting at the creature coming behind you. “Thanks” you panted. You’ve been fighting for so long, when will this end? Your body was burning all over from scratches and wounds you were getting while fighting. You and Nat notice some of the Avengers entering the woods and went after them. When you got there you noticed Vision on the ground, and Wanda sitting motionless beside him. Thanos was no where to be seen. ”No” you whispered, “no no no Steve! Bucky!” you looked for your boys. You found them, frantically looking for you too. “Guys!” you called, and they look towards you. They seem relieved at first, but then there was a look of horror on their faces and suddenly your whole body was on fire.

It burned, so so bad. You fell to the ground, Screaming in pain. You watched as your body was dusting and regenerating over and over again feeling as if you’re burning alive. Bucky and Steve came rushing towards you, kneeling by both your sides. “Steve what do we do? How do we stop it??” Bucky asked, feeling so useless, and Steve looks at him and then back to your screaming figure. “Baby, look at me” he softly asked you. You stopped screaming, but kept sobbing loudly, and looked over at Steve, looking into his eyes, which were filled with tears. “Baby there’s only one way this stops” Steve whispers and Bucky looks back up at Steve. “No way in hell are we doing this Rogers There has to be another way, we can’t lose her!” Bucky panics. “We promised her, Buck.” Steve was choking on his words. “We promised that if her body regenerates itself without stopping, we stop it, for good.” Steve looks back at you for confirmation. “Please” you choked out, and then started sobbing “make it stop, please!”. Nat put her hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Fuck!” Bucky shouted. Everything around him sounded far, the only thing he could hear was your screams, your pleads for help. “I love you,I love you so much baby” he told you. “We both do” Steve added. Bucky suddenly pulls out his hand gun, everything going silent, only your sobbing can be heard. “I Love you too” you choked.

Bang

Bucky shot where your brain was just regenerating itself. And then you were dusting off, for the last time. He fell to his knees, hands resting where you just were, his loud sobs replacing your screams. Steve not moving, silently staring off at nothing.

It’s been 5 years, Tony invented time travel and the avengers were each in a different time, Steve, Bucky and Tony currently at the army base looking for the scepter and Pim particles. Steve was in an office, Bucky guarding the door. “What’s taking you so long??” he loudly whispers at Steve, and when he doesn't respond Bucky looks over, watching Steve silently staring through a window at his former lover, Peggy Carter. “Don’t you even think about it” he told Steve, grabbing him by the shoulder and yanking him out of the office, dragging him out of the facilty. “What did you think i was gonna do? Go over and say hi? What do you take me as?” “a dumbass” Bucky said. Steve pulled himself from Bucky’s grasp and stopped in his place. “What is this about?” Steve demanded. Bucky stopped and took a deep breath, “we’re in the middle of trying to get everyone back and you stop to look at Peggy? She moved on, and I thought you did too” he harshly said. “Oh, this isn't about the mission. This is about Y\N.” Steve said, “I've done my grieving, and it’s not my fault you’re still in the denial phase.” Bucky huffed, “screw this, I'm going back, if you want to stay and live in your little fairy tale you can go ahead and do it, but if... When Y\N comes back she’ll be heartbroken. Devastated. And that’ll be on you.” Bucky snatched the stone from Steve and went on his way, leaving Steve to think about what he just said.

“Where’s the other icicle?” Tony asked when he saw Bucky approaching with the scepter. Bucky just shrugged his shoulder, and a second later Steve came up running, “hey. We ready?” he asked Tony, not looking over at Bucky. “Let’s do this.”

Steve and Bucky have drifted apart after their loss in Wakanda. Bucky went back to his little hut and was never able to get over what he did. He shot you, right in the head. He was barely able to live with that. Steve on the other side dealt with the grief healthily, having Nat grieve with him at the avengers compound. He accepted the fact you were gone, and moved on. They both still loved you just as much as they did before you dusted, but they both also grieved very differently.

You woke up in the woods of Wakanda. “What the hell?” you groaned. Looking around you saw Wanda running towards you. “There you are! Come on, we have a fight to finish!”

When you were stepping out of the portal, the first thing you were looking for was Bucky and Steve. And there Steve was- holding Mjolnir?? Damn. and then you heard him shout: “Avengers!... assemble” and everyone was running towards Thanos’ army. The fight was hard, a lot harder than the one in Wakanda, but what kept you fighting was seeing Steve and Bucky after all of this ends. “Duck!” you heard a familiar voice shouting, and as you did you looked towards the voice, and there he was, your Bucky. You run towards each other, and you jump at him hugging him tightly, him returning the hug. “Fuck Y\N I missed you” he said. And suddenly there were explosions, Thanos’ ship shooting everywhere, and you were inevitably separated.

After Carol Danvers showed up and wrecked the ships, the fight continued and suddenly you were almost hit by a flying hammer. Looking over to where it was flying towards you see Steve, and Steve see’s you. He takes a few large strides and engulfed you in his arms, kissing you passionately, but he quickly pulls away. Looking into each other’s eyes, you see in his eyes disappointment and confusion. Then he looks up and his face shows pure shock. You look behind you and watch as Tony snaps his fingers. Looking around you watch as Thanos’ army dusts away, and Thanos too. You look over at Steve and he kneels. You do as him and so do all of the avengers, Tony Stark, the ‘selfish’ billionaire just sacrificed himself for the whole universe.

After Tony’s funeral you couldn't find Steve, but you assumed he was just getting ready for his mission to bring back the stones. Finding Bucky standing near a bench, you hug him from behind you, he tenses for a second and immediately relaxes back. “Hey you” you whisper, going around to face him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you closer from your waist, “hey yourself” you stand on your toes and kiss him, and every kiss since you came back felt amazing. You pulled back with a frown. “What’s wrong?” Bucky asked. “Is Steve ok?” you ask him, “he hasn't been showing any affection since that weird kiss out on the field and he’s definitely avoiding me.” Bucky sighs, “I'm not sure, doll”. You looked behind Bucky, finding Steve watching the both of you with a smile, his time travel suit on. ‘You have each other’ he thinks.

You hug Steve tight and give him a kiss on the cheek, “come back quick ok?” “of course” he says. He gives Bucky a nod, receiving one back, and goes on his way. But they didn't manage to bring him back. You and Sam were panicking along with Bruce, until Bucky called, “guys”.

You all looked towards where Bucky was looking, seeing a gray set of hair, sitting on a bench. Sam went over to the old guy, smiling at him, and the confirmation of the old man’s identity was when he handed the shield over to Sam. you instantly understood what happened. He stayed back, with Peggy. You then looked over at Bucky, who was already watching you, ready for any kind of angry reaction. What he wasn’t ready for though, was when you went up to Steve, stood in front of him and said nothing. You just stared at each other. And then you hugged him. “I know you’re angry at me for leaving but-” Steve started but you cat him off “I'm not angry at you for leaving Steve i’m angry at you for not telling me you were leaving me.” you huffed, “did all we went through together mean nothing to you? Could you not have at least prepared me? Because ignoring and avoiding me isn’t it.” “I’m sorry, doll.” was all he said. You held back your tears, you could do that later, and sat beside him, “tell me about her”.

You and Bucky went back to the compound with the other avengers that night, and Bucky hasn’t spoken to you since the lake. When you found him hunched over a cup of tea in the kitchen you confronted him. “Bucky, we need to talk” you said and he sighed, “I know” “you do?” you asked. “Yea. Steve left so now there’s no ‘us’ anymore.” he said. “What? That's not it at all” you said as you sat down next to him, but Bucky wouldn’t look at you. “Baby, my love for you doesn’t depend on Steve being here, I love you regardless.” you kept trying to catch his eyes. “No.” he said, “ If not for that then for what I did to you back… back in Wakanda.” your brows furrowed in confusion “what…?” Bucky sighed loudly, “doll, I.. I shot you. You were gone because of me.” the dam broke. Bucky stood up abruptly, “How can you even stand being with me in the same room?” he asks, and you stand up and grab his face, “Bucky Barnes, you dumb ass, Thanos is the reason I was gone! You’re the reason I wasn't suffering anymore! I can’t even begin to describe the pain I was feeling, Buck. You promised me you would kill me if I was ever in that situation and you’ve kept your promise. I couldn’t thank you enough for that. You saved me.” both of you had tears streaming down your cheeks.

One of the reasons Bucky couldn’t deal with the grieving properly was that he convinced himself you were gone because of him. But now he knew he saved you from the torture of being on fire.

#steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers #captain america #angst #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x steve rogers #bucky barnes x steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #bucky barnes angst #marvel fic #marvel #infinity war #endgame

38 notes · View notes

tchalla-rogers · 4 years

Text

blown a fuse

December 4th: Outdoor Lights (Steve Rogers x Stark! Reader)

Christmas OTP Challenge for @thefanficfaerie

Captain America: Civil War

“This isn’t the real fight, Steve,” Sam declared through the comms.

“Alright, Y/N, what’s the play?”

“We need a diversion, something big!” you blurted.

“I got something kind of big, but I can’t hold it for very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half…don’t come back for me.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling. You didn’t take this dude seriously, only believing he could minimize his size. Not believing him at all, you continued to fight against Peter and decided to ignore his “signal”.

“Holy shit!” Peter screeched, stepping back. You looked behind your shoulder and saw Ant-Man was no longer…ant size. His gigantic foot came stumbling and almost knocked you but your dad grabbed you to leap you both out of the way. You stood back up and silently thanked him with your eyes as he flew off to fight Sam.

You cried out, “Alright guys, I guess that was the signal!” and you sprinted to catch up with Steve and Bucky running towards the tower. Steve reached for your hand and you quickly grasped it, sending him a smile. You guys would’ve made it if it weren’t for Vision, once again, using his annoying beam of energy to send the control tower collapsing. A strong, controlled gust of wind targeted the tower, thanks to your doing, and kept the tower from fully collapsing. You clutched your head and screamed as soon as War Machine fired a sonic disruptor. The tower came tumbling to the ground around you three and Steve grabbed you. Thankfully, you all made it but you were stopped by Natasha.

“You’re not gonna stop,” Natasha grunted, not even in the form of a question.

“You know I can’t,” croaked Steve as he held you as you were still tightly clutching your head.

“I’m gonna regret this.” In that instant, you thought that you would’ve had to break back into a fight but you saw Natasha stun T’Challa who crept his way through the rubble. Ok, back to liking Natasha. “Go.”

You guys made it to the Quinjet as you halted. “What? Y/N, what?!” Steve shouted, running back to you frozen in place.

Shaking your head, you muttered, “I shouldn’t go on that jet with you guys just yet. I’ll continue to fend them off. In order for us to win, some of us have to lose.”

Steve ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated fashion. You’d regret this but you’d also regret continuing to break your father’s heart, even if it was already pretty damaged. Steve caressed your cheek as if there wasn’t a battlefield right outside and time was running low. He pulled you in for a kiss and you wrapped your hands behind his neck. It felt like an eternity but you know it was only a few seconds before you pulled away. You smirked and ordered, “Go. I’ll be right behind you.”

Steve softly smiled, running onto the Quinjet as you sprinted back outside, climbing over the rubble from the tower.

You looked up as the jet ascended into the air and noticed Rhodey and your father chasing after Steve and Bucky. “Alright, let’s go, Falcon!”

“Uh, no! You are just fine right on the gr-.” His words quickly halted as he felt you latch onto his back wings and he was already going full speed to chase after the other two and to protect Steve and Bucky. Sam continued in pursuit, with you pondering how to stop your dad from catching up to the jet. You began to control the creation of hail as the larger ones hammered down on Rhodey and the smaller ones came down on your father, just to piss Rhodey off. Too busy concentrating, you didn’t notice Sam look down and witness Vision fire a laser at you both. Sam was too late at trying to lower you from the laser and it sliced your back. You yelped in shock and winds came roaring, knocking Sam off course. Instantly, you have dropped hundreds, no, thousands of feet in the sky.

“Steve! Steve! She was hit!” Sam worriedly howled into his comm device.

“Sam, Wanda, you have to get her!” Steve yelped in fear. “Wanda!” You couldn’t hear them due to the strong wind whipping in your ears, causing your comm to fly out. Wanda couldn’t hear them either, though. Her comm was gone and Vision was too busy cradling her unconscious body, fear ripping through him as he missed his intended target. The use of wind could’ve come in handy but you were slowly passing out due to the drop and your vision slowly began to blur...

***

Tony was thankful that you had backed down, rather going into hiding with Steve and those who fought with him. He didn’t know how his nerves weren’t shot after you made it clear that you were against the Sokovia Accords, fought against his beliefs for Steve, and then plummeted to the ground in a matter of seconds.

He had been practically babying you ever since, especially when you were in the hospital for a little less than a year. It made you feel claustrophobic, continuously having your father’s eyes on you, but most of the time you ignored it. And when you were released from the hospital, it had been Protective Tony galore.

You were completely aware that Steve had to go into hiding after going way beyond neglecting the Sokovia Accords. Tony made sure to clear your name, even though you weren’t fighting on his side. You can easily tell how visibly disappointed he still is after you took Steve’s side over your own blood. And once it occurred to you that you had no idea when Steve would appear in your life again, a feeling of dread and emptiness soon overcame. There was nothing Tony could do to help, no matter how many times he attempted to reassure you. He knew you were incredibly smart and could potentially find Steve’s address or phone number, but to no avail; nothing came up.

New York’s weather was slowly becoming frigid and it failed to numb the thoughts of Steve’s absence. Tony pushed you to leave the cabin, go shopping with him and go to lunch so that he could see some joy sparkle in your eyes again. And as much as Tony might have seemed controlling to other people, you appreciated his fatherly concerns. You knew that it just meant that he loved you, even after your slight betrayal. Deep inside, regret coursed through your veins knowing that you could have lost your relationship with your father.

There was one night in particular when you heard rustling outside of your door after a deep slumber, but deep down you knew that it wasn’t Tony. He valued his sleep more than anyone and he clearly left those sleepless nights behind once you were healed.

Your ears perked up as there was more shuffling right outside, but you instantly knew to grab for the gun in your top drawer. You attempted to be as quiet as possible, slipping out of your bed and silently sliding your top drawer open. “Shit…” you whispered, gripping it tightly. You hadn’t used a gun ever since before that day, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t use it for intimidation.

Taking silent steps as your bare feet touched the wooden floor, you sighed once more. There was no way that you could stop the shaking in your hands, but you slowly reached for the door. After assembling a proper grip on your gun, you opened the door in a haste.

You peered out to the left of the hallway and noticed that no one was in sight. Carefully, your head shifted to the right of the hallway and a yelp quickly left your lips.

***

Tony jumped out of bed once he heard your scream from the hallway and frantically asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. what was happening. “Y/N has spotted a guest in the hallway, sir.” Tony scrambled to his feet and flung the door open, not caring to find a weapon in the haste to your door. His pajamas held tightly to his skin as he continued to sweat and he was frantically panting, but he stopped right before the hallway where you were. He cursed under his breath when he realized that he could’ve grabbed his repulsors and now here he was just knowing that he had to get to you.

As he looked down the hallway, he noticed how significantly brighter it was than how he remembered. Especially in the night time, Tony would ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to dim the hallway lights in the lakeside cabin. Tony inhaled as his feet softly padded on the ground and he rounded the corner of your hallway.

His eyes fell on you, tightly wrapped in Steve’s arms and Christmas lights illuminating the hallway. “Seriously, are you paying for the electricity bill?” Tony deadpanned as the two of you broke apart quickly. You gently rolled your eyes, but the happiness of the situation was still evident in your facial features. No matter how much Tony wanted to lie and say that he didn’t want Steve in the lakeside cabin, he just couldn’t do it.

At first, Tony was devastated that Steve didn’t tell you where he was, but then he grew furious. He knew how much you loved Steve and Steve couldn’t just tell you where he was staying at? Then a few months passed and Tony became more understanding; this was a dangerous game they were playing in the Avengers. Steve had to do what he needed to in order to protect you, The Avengers, and himself.

“Hey, Tony,” Steve beamed.

“I’m serious, are you going to pay for the electricity bill? That’s a lot of lights.” Tony grinned, albeit squinting due to the brightness. With a clear vision, he noticed something visibly different about Captain America. “You grew out your hair? And...is that a beard?” Steve lightly brushed his beard with his fingers, nodding slightly. “Looks terrible.”

“Dad.” Tony smiled, walking towards Steve and pulling him in for a quick hug. He knew that this encounter would be enough for you, always wanting to see them both together. Once they pulled apart, Tony saw the radiant smile tugging at your lips and felt a strong warmth in his heart. “Finally.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony nodded. He knew that Steve would have to go some time, but he was thankful to see the radiance in your eyes knowing that Steve was still alive. “Matter of fact...I have been dreading putting up Christmas lights outside by myself-.”

“Oh my God, Dad...he just got here and you’re asking for help?” you joked.

“I’ll help,” Steve stated, grinning at your father.

Tony patted him on the shoulder gratefully and then turned back around to walk down the hallway. “And you can take down those lights, we’re not running up the bill because you’re trying to impress Y/N.”

“You’re a billionaire,” you jokingly mumbled as Tony continued to walk down the hallway.

***

Pepper and you hung up the decorations inside the lakeside cabin as Christmas music blasted through the speakers. It definitely was overwhelming to have Steve here for a few weeks, but Tony had noticed a visible shift in your energy. And in all honesty, he was dreading hanging up lights outside with Steve. He knew he’d be shivering while Steve would be unbothered with his 100-year-old body saved by serum.

And as much as he wanted to postpone, he woke up to you and Pepper already decorating for the holidays. Thankfully, the time had passed by quickly, although with a lot of struggle on his part. Steve effortlessly strung lights up on the house, but Tony was out of breath and decided not to climb the ladder anymore.

He heard the front door open, seeing you walk out of the house and pull your jacket closer to your body to stay warm. “Should’ve known you were lazy.”

Tony scoffed, “Not all of us can have serum pumping through our veins.”

“The only thing you have pumping through your veins is the syrup and wine from this morning.”

A boisterous laugh left Steve’s mouth from atop the house, stringing up the last of the lights. You smiled up at him as night had already begun to fall after Pepper and you finished the inside decorations. You could hear less stomping on top of the house from Tony and Steve and knew that was your indication to walk outside.

Tony rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air. “I will not take this slander anymore.”

“Tony, you slander everyone,” Pepper joked as she walked out of the house. Tony incoherently mumbled, but Pepper shut him up with a quick kiss on his lips.

Steve finished and walked down the ladder slowly, walking over to you. “Time to light it up.”

“I’ll do the honors,” Tony stated, but he saw Pepper and you raise your eyebrows knowing that he barely helped with the lights. “Nevermind...Capsicle, this is your time.”

“No, it’s fine,” Steve smiled and reassured him that he could do it, he was the guest after all. “If you don’t want to blow a fuse, I wou-.”

Tony mocked Steve and you stared blankly at him, but he coughed to cover it up. He grabbed the plug and ignored Steve’s suggestion, plugging in the lights in order to illuminate their lakeside cabin. When the house finally lit up, no one could keep a smile off of their faces. Tony held onto Pepper, kissing her on the forehead, as you and Steve did the same. It only stopped when the lights shut off quickly and all of the lights inside followed. “Did what I think just happen...just happen?” you quietly asked, voice squeaking from knowing that Tony had just blown a fuse.

***

a/n: this is so bad and i’m sorry. i had so many ideas coming through my mind, and i kinda jumbled them all together. also the beginning is from let it rain, so if you think you remember it from somewhere...it’s from that :) this is also not proofread. i am trash.

145 notes · View notes

shapeshifting-wildcard · 4 years

Text

The atmosphere of Leblanc was tense. Ryuji, Makoto, Ann, and Haru all occupied one booth, with Futaba draping herself over the back of the seat behind the former two from the next booth over. Jou and Yusuke leaned against the seats, Jou with his hands in his pockets, Yusuke with his hands held in front of him. They had commandeered a seat from the counter and pulled up next to Jou, where Morgana sat. Kotone commandeered another seat at the counter, turning it around to face the star of today's show: one Goro Akechi, leaning against the counter in the now freed up space. Akechi was the only one who seemed even remotely relaxed, maybe even amused by the wary stares he was getting from the assembled Thieves.

"The police are more than willing to turn a blind eye to fabricated evidence, as long as it leads to an arrest. They're more concerned with bringing things to a conclusion than they are in uncovering the truth."

"The entire police force can't be that corrupt, right?" Kotone piped up. "I mean... I know where I live there was that one officer who helped us out by selling us weapons to fight Shadows."

Silence fell, all eyes turned to Kotone. There was a lot to unpack there.

"That's—" Akechi and Makoto exchanged a glance before Akechi gestured for Makoto to go ahead.

"That's blatantly illegal, though," Makoto pointed out.

"Well, what was he supposed to do? Let us just use random weapons off the street?" Kotone retorted, folding her arms over her chest defensively.

"That's beside the point—wait, do you mean to say this person knew about the Shadows?" Akechi frowned towards her.

"He knew about them," Kotone admitted, "but he didn't have access to a Persona, so this was the best he could do."

"I'm... not sure that makes his actions better." Makoto sighed and shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

"Kotone's weirdness aside," Futaba said, drawing a pointed glare from the girl in question, "do you really think this is going to change anything about the investigation?"

"Sae is the one spearheading it," Akechi noted. "Even if we can't get her to call it off entirely, we might slow the investigation down, or redirect its course towards the true culprit."

"Is that your true objective?" Makoto asked pointedly. Akechi either didn't pick up on her tone or chose not to acknowledge it.

"Of course. I assume that's the case for all of you too."

"Makoto, what's your take on all this?" Ryuji asked.

"Yeah," Kotone said, giving Makoto a worried frown, "this is your sister we're talking about."

Makoto sat back in her seat, folding her arms over her chest and glaring at the table in front of her. "I'll be honest, I've known about my sister's Palace for a while. And I'd been meaning to bring her up again as a potential future target, but I never expected..."

"Are you in, then?" Akechi asked.

Makoto hesitated, her grimace deepening. Jou wouldn't be surprised if she resented the fact that Akechi was the one finally helping her realize her original goal.

"Why are you willing to do all this, Akechi-kun?" Haru chimed in. "Why do you seek justice?"

Akechi grimaced as he averted his gaze.

"Because of sickening human beings. Yes, my contempt for such people drives my sense of justice." He waved a hand dismissively as he spoke. "It isn't some grand reason like society's sake or some lofty ideal. It's simply an absurd grudge... and extremely personal."

Silence fell over the group again as his words sank in. Jou's gaze wandered towards Ann, who looked contemplative. When she noticed him looking at her, she spoke up.

"You know, doesn't he remind you of us? Like how some disgusting adult pissed him off."

Jou nodded. Akechi blinked, looking surprised.

"We're similar, hm? Maybe that's why I thought I could ask this of you all." Akechi stood up, turning his attention to Jou. "Won't you cooperate with me on the mission to change Sae-san's heart?"

Jou looked over his Thieves, who each showed their (somewhat begrudging) approval with a nod. When he turned his attention to Kotone, though, he realized her focus was elsewhere. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, and she had that same... contemplative expression on her face. Jou frowned and slipped out his phone, typing a quick message before holding it in front of her.

"Something on your mind?"

Kotone jumped and blinked at the phone as she processed the message. She lifted her head, fixing him with a sheepish grin and a self-conscious chuckle.

"Oh, uh, it's... it's nothing, don't mind me."

"Are you sure?" Ann asked. Jou glanced towards her, picking up on her doubtful tone. She and Haru wore similar expressions of doubt and concern for their friend.

"If you have any reservations about this plan, best to voice them now while we can still address them," Yusuke said.

"It has nothing to do with the plan." Kotone absentmindedly brushed some hair behind her ear as her gaze wandered towards the floor again. "There's... something else on my mind."

"Is it related to the situation at hand?" Akechi asked.

"No, not really. It's fine, really! The plan sounds solid enough to me."

"What, no insights from your own vast experience?" Futaba chimed in.

Akechi raised an eyebrow, glancing from Futaba to Kotone as Makoto joined in. "Yes, that's a good point. You've been handling Shadows for longer than any of the rest of us have. Can you think of any potential complications?"

The color drained from Kotone's face at those words. Softly, barely loud enough for Jou to hear, she murmured, "Oh shit, I'm the senpai here."

She regained her composure quickly, sitting back and folding her arms over her chest. She shut her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, her entire demeanor seemed to change instantly. Her gaze was sharper, more focused. Her posture was straighter. She looked like a leader addressing her comrades.

"I'm not as experienced in dealing with the Metaverse as all of you are," she explained. "So in that respect, I'm afraid I can't provide much more insight."

"Aw man, really?" Ryuji groaned. "What use are you, then?"

She crossed her legs, tapping one arm with her finger as she thought. "Let's go over what we know so far. First, there is a third party active in the Metaverse, whose exact goals we do not know for sure at this point in time. But we know that they run counter to our own goals, enough to cause a conflict. Second, there is a police investigation intent on securing our arrest, spearheaded by Akechi's proposed target, Niijima Sae. We have reason to believe the police are corrupt enough to accept even blatantly doctored evidence, and that Niijima-san is willing to go that far. In the long term, if we don't change her heart, the potential repercussions are... not good."

"Huh?" Ann looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"If she's willing to doctor evidence to secure an arrest, even a conviction," Kotone explained, "then she'll do it again. And she'll undoubtedly keep doing it."

"Are you implying my sister's corrupt?" Makoto snapped, sounding defensive.

"That Palace had to come from somewhere," Kotone replied, calmly meeting Makoto's gaze. It was chilling how composed Kotone was. "If she isn't now, then she's well on her way."

"So you're interested in making sure that future justice is served," Akechi commented, glancing at her as he leaned against the counter.

Kotone waved a hand dismissively. "I'm interested in reducing the amount of harm she can cause to others. Whether that's 'justice' is besides the point."

"Geez," Ann said, leaning back in her seat with a wince, "you make it sound like she's some sort of monster."

"You make it sound like she's the same as the other adults we've faced," Makoto said, tone sharp and glaring daggers at Kotone.

Kotone paused and blinked as if something just occurred to her. She glanced away again. "Ah... Sorry. I guess for a moment I started thinking of her like the Shadows I used to face."

"What kinda Shadows were you tanglin' with?" Ryuji quipped.

Futaba sat up and raised a hand. "Are you talking about those 'big Shadows' you mentioned a while back?"

Kotone nodded.

"Big... Shadows? How're those different from normal Shadows?"

"They were fragments of a larger Shadow. They didn't really have any goal other than getting back together. But they could do a lot of damage if left alone, so we dealt with them."

"So, you're thinking of her in terms of a Shadow that's threatening people, rather than a person who's threatening people," Morgana chimed in. Kotone nodded.

"At the moment, I'd say there isn't a functional difference between the two," Yusuke noted. "Just like those large Shadows, if we don't do something she will cause untold damage to our lives as well as the lives of countless others."

"So we're agreed, then?" Jou spoke up, gaze sweeping over all of his Thieves. There were murmurs and nods of agreement. Turning his attention back to Akechi, he gave the boy a nod. "Then it's settled. We'll cooperate with you for now, detective."

"I'm happy to hear that," Akechi replied, smiling back. Jou was almost certain Futaba was rolling her eyes behind him. "I do have one more question, however." Akechi turned his attention to Kotone. "You have experience fighting Shadows, but not with the Metaverse. Would I be correct in assuming there was a different catalyst for your awakening than ours?"

Kotone's eyes widened before she averted her gaze. Her hands moved to rest on her lap. "You would be."

"Mind if I ask what that was?"

A few Thieves shot glares in Akechi's direction. It was maybe a bit too prying a question, Jou had to admit. But he was also a little curious about Kotone's history as well.

She made a little noise, picking at her skirt absentmindedly for a moment. "...It wasn't like any of yours. I wasn't pushed to my breaking point by a terrible adult. It was just... me, the first big Shadow, and a girl I'd only met a couple days before. And an object that looked for all the world like a gun."

"Did you shoot a Shadow?" Futaba blurted out. Kotone laughed.

"No, but that probably would have been the smarter thing to try!" That got a few strange looks from the Thieves. "Just know that that 'gun'—which I later found out was an Evoker—was what allowed me to summon my Persona. Back then, my friends and I didn't use masks. Hell, we didn't even know that Personas and Shadows were the same thing."

"Wait, you didn't?"

"I wasn't really concerned with stuff like 'justice' or 'doing the right thing.' There was a girl in danger, and I didn't want her to die. That's all I thought about."

In the back of Jou's mind, he could feel Isis shifting awkwardly. I'm the girl she was protecting. It was my job to protect her, but...

"It doesn't sound too drastically different from the rest of ours, at least," Makoto commented. "Even if you weren't rebelling against a terrible adult, it still sounds like you were backed into a corner and forced to fight back."

"I guess that's true, huh," Kotone said.

"Actually, she sounds like Akechi," Ryuji pointed out. "That whole 'I don't wanna die here' thing, I mean."

That's not what she said, Isis pointed out. A chill went down Jou's spine at the implication, but he kept his mouth shut.

"Survival rather than seeking justice or vengeance, huh?" Akechi mused.

"Someone else on my team was in it for vengeance," Kotone said, before getting a look on her face that said she did not mean to blurt that out. "Th-That's another story, though! And not mine to tell, anyway, so let's just forget it."

"Man, you sure have a hard time keeping your mouth shut sometimes, huh?" Futaba quipped. Kotone huffed and folded her arms.

"I-It's been a long day!"

"Uh-huh, right."

#!long post #!drabbles #💔 Confidant: Death-Rebirth (glass-half-fxxl)#((bleh I'm not 100% on some parts of this but I need to get it out of the way aslkfehsldh))#((another backdated entry technically))

3 notes · View notes

elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

Text

Trigger The Light (Ch.7)

Everyone stood around the gauntlet looking at it like it was going to suddenly jump up and bite them...or snap its own fingers. These were the Infinity Stones. Quill wouldn't be surprised if the gauntlet did snap its fingers by itself. That would definitely be better than having one of them do it and that's what they were trying to decide. Who would do it? If Quill had his powers, he might be willing to volunteer, but he didn't so he wasn't really going to offer. Thor volunteered because of his powers but Tony was quick to veto that with the reason that the god wasn't it the right state of mind to do it. Bruce was the one who said he had to be the one to do it as the Hulk. The stones were mostly gamma radiation and that was how the Hulk came to be so it made sense. Everyone agrees and suits up to prepare for...anything...and Quill subconsciously positions himself a little in front of Scott. He wasn't fully in front of the man but the idea that he possibly still had his powers meant he might still be immortal, which meant he could take a hit better than Scott if it ended up being true.

He didn't miss the way some of the other Avengers looked at him but he pretended not to notice. They had their suspicions, but now wasn't the time to question him about it and they all knew it. Assuming everything went well and this worked, Quill would no doubt be questioned later. Much later. If this worked, everyone would be reunited with friends and family, and the suspicions of Quill and Scott would be shoved far back into everyone's minds. Which was just fine with him since he wasn't quite sure what his relationship with Scott was anyway.

Quill shakes the thought away as Bruce once again turns into the Hulk and then picks up the gauntlet after some hesitation. The metal expands over his arm as he slowly slips his hand into it, and then Hulk falls to his knees in pain when the stones light up in reaction to organic matter. Trails of burnt skin quickly cover Hulk's arm as he groans in pain, but reassures Thor that he can keep going when the god starts demanding that he needs to take it off. With an extreme amount of effort, Hulk lifts up his arm with the help of his other hand and just before he snaps, Quill moves fully in front of Scott as a bright light temporarily blinds them. When the light fades, the gauntlet slips off of the Hulk's arm and he falls back, and Tony rushes to his side to apply a medical spray to burnt flash while Clint kicks the gauntlet away. As the team helps their comrade, Quill subconsciously takes note of Scott leaving the room once Tony's 'Barn Door Protocol' is lifted, and looks toward one of the nearby tables when a phone starts vibrating.

"Guys...I think it worked." Scott whispers from the other room as Clint answers his phone.

Quill looks back at the Hulk, following his gaze upward to the window above them when the monster's eyes widen, and he turns toward Scott when he sees a large spaceship shooting a missile at the building.

"Sc-" The pirate tries to warn, but the missile hits and he is knocked unconscious for a few minutes until he feels someone smacking his face.

"Come on big guy." Clint's voice cuts through the haze and Quill groans. "That's it."

Quill blinks his eyes open and winces at the feeling of rock and metal digging into his back, but thankfully not piercing skin, and finds Clint crouching in front of him. With a half smile and a firm pat on the pirate's shoulder, the archer looks to the side as Quill gets to his feet, and brushes away some rubble to pick up the gauntlet that had been buried with them. As Quill rubs dirt and grime off of his face, both he and Clint froze at the sound of low growling and then look down the darkened tunnel. Clint slowly pulls out an arrow and sends it flying through the tunnel to light it up and the brief light shows a group of snarling aliens on the walls of the tunnel.

"Shit. Run!" Clint yells, and the two take off in the opposite direction.

While the archer planted arrows through the tunnel, Quill looked for a way out and stopped when he reached a dead end. Clint waves for him to move into the bit of tunnel connected to the one their in, and when he does, Quill happens to look up and find a way up through a hole above him. Immediately he links his hands as Clint rounds the corner and the bomb arrows go off, and with only a bit of scepticism on the archer's face, he steps into the pirate's hands and Quill boosts him up the next level. It was no small distance, but he put faith into what the Ancient One said and that he would have his superhuman strength, and successfully got Clint through an escape. He still had to deal with the aliens that survived the blast though, so he pulls out his guns and shoots the aliens running up to him and unclips a grenade from his belt to throw at the remaining ones. As soon as he throws the grenade, he flies up through the hole and the blast radius throws him the rest of the way, where he lands heavily next to Clint with a loud groan.

"How are you so strong?" Clint asks through heavy breaths.

"It's a long story dude."

Clint wheezes through a chuckle until Nebula steps next to them. "Hey...we know you." He hands the gauntlet up to the woman who takes it and presses the comm in her ear.

"Father. I have the stones."

Clint and Quill look up in alarm. What the actual fuck? Was Nebula a double agent?

"What?!" Clint asks incredulously and Nebula points a gun at the archer.

"Stop."

Oh...Quill knew that voice. There was no way…

He looks over at the exit and watches Gamora walk in pointing her own gun at Nebula.

"What the hell? Gamora?!" He questions but she ignores him.

"You're betraying us." Nebula says and then suddenly points her gun from Clint to...another Nebula? That was when Quill realized that there must have been some sort of switch during the heist.

"You don't have to do this." Present Nebula says with her hands up.

Quill elbows Clint and motions toward a wall and they both slip out of the way and behind it to watch whatever this was play out. Present Nebula and Past Gamora (Quill was relatively certain she was not the friend he knew) tried to talk Past Nebula down, but in the end she was killed for attempting to kill Gamora. As Clint went back to retrieve the gauntlet, Gamora paused long enough to look at Quill, but he saw no recognition in her eyes. It truly was her past self, and he really did lose his friend...someone he thought he had feelings for but after meeting Scott, he realized he and Gamora just had a close friendship. It was love, but not romantic love. Not like he had with Scott.

Oh.

Well this was an inopportune time to realize that. Especially when he didn't know if the younger thief survived the attack on the compound. That thought alone was heartbreaking. He knew he should have said something.

"Thanos is here...with an army." Nebula informs them.

"Of course he is." Quill gripes angrily. "Nothing can ever be easy."

He brushes past the women to join their own growing army that file out from multiple portals, and they follow until Quill stops by Tony. Just when he thought that everyone had arrived, the earth rumbles and a building breaks apart as Scott breaks through in giant form and holds out his hand so Rhodey, Rocket, and the Hulk can jump off.

Quill had never been so relieved in his life. Scott survived the direct attack. They all did...and he was a freaking giant. He knew Scott could shrink, but this was new.

"Avengers!"

Quill rolls his shoulders as he grabs his guns and Steve summons Mjolnir to him before looking toward Thanos and his army with a glare.

"Assemble."

War cries travel across the battlefield as everyone charges and Quill flies forward until he reaches some aliens and lands on top of one. With that alien stomped into the ground, he punches the closest one before shooting more oncoming aliens. The battle was long and harsh with a seemingly never-ending amount of aliens to fight, and Clint was evading attacks while running around with the gauntlet asking what to do with it. Steve told him to get it as far away as possible, but Bruce immediately told him they needed to return them to which Tony replied that Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel.

"Hold on!" Scott says and shrinks down to normal size. "That wasn't our only time machine."

'La Cucaracha' belts out from somewhere on the battlefield and Quill has to keep himself from laughing as he shoots a few more aliens, and kicks another away. When they first tested out the quantum tunnel without Tony's equipment, he had heard that and questioned Scott about it, and the thief said the van belonged to a friend of his. It was amusing at the time, but in the middle of a battle that their universe depended on? It was inappropriately hilarious.

"Anyone see an ugly brown van out there?" Steve asks.

"Yes!" Valkyrie responds. "But you're not going or like where it's parked!"

That made Quill think of the Milano for a brief moment and was upset that after Rocket and Nebula had taken the time to repair and return it to him, that it was once again destroyed. This time beyond repair. It was nice while it lasted he supposed.

"Scott, how long you need that thing to get working?"

"Uh...maybe ten minutes."

"Get it started. We'll get the stones to you." The captain commands.

The gauntlet was tossed around between them during that time until Wanda got to Thanos and started ripping his armor apart with her magic. The titan commanded to have the ship rain fire on the battlefield, and Quill caught a glimpse of Peter with the gauntlet and getting thrown to the ground when a blast of rocks knocks him out of the air. A nearby sorcerer had cast a shield above Quill and other allies until the attack suddenly directed toward the atmosphere. A bright light flashes through the sky and through Thanos' ship and destroys it, and a woman lands in front of Peter and takes the gauntlet. With help from some of the women they cut a path for Carol to the now activated quantum tunnel in the van, and Quill watches in horror (after shooting more aliens) as Thanos throws his weapon and it beats Carol to the van, and destroys it.

Quill saw red when the van exploded. Scott had been in the van and he never saw the thief leave and he was pissed. Not only that, but he was devastated. Now he really couldn't tell Scott how he felt because the fucking titan killed him. Quill yells out in despair as he flies toward Thanos and tackles the titan away from the gauntlet that had been tossed away, and to the ground in his fury. The pirate gets thrown off, but only charges at Thanos again when he gets up and catches the fist the alien throws at him with one hand. Thanos looks at him with some surprise as Quill growls at him, and understanding dawns in his eyes when the pirate starts glowing white.

The celestial had awoken.

"Congratulations." Quill snarls. "You've succeeded in taking away the universe." He grabs Thanos' arm and throws him into some ruins as pillars of light surround the celestial and his eyes fill with galaxy colors. "MY UNIVERSE!"

Quill and Thanos throws hands one on one, and at one point the titan manages to get a hold of the gauntlet and put it on when he knocks Quill away. Carol steps in to keep Thanos from snapping as the celestial shakes away his daze and he watches for just a split moment as his pillars of light skewers aliens all around the battlefield. He really did have his powers, but to his despair, his trigger was Scott's death. Quill wouldn't let his death be in vain though. The moment Thanos used the power stone to knock Carol away, Quill jumped back in and got a grip on the gauntlet before kicking the titan away and causing the gauntlet to slip off Thanos' arm.

He happened to look in Stephen's direction at the same time, and watches as the sorcerer looks over at him and pulls one of his hands away from his spell to keep the water at bay to hold up a single finger. Quill understood immediately and put the gauntlet on without a second thought, but instead of excruciating pain like he expected, the stones seemed to accept him. Or rather his Celestial genes. Celestial's were creators of the universe, so maybe they recognized his power and didn't want to destroy him (especially since he was the last remaining one). In fact, he felt a change in him since the gauntlet shrunk down to fit his arm and the Infinity Stones activated.

That didn't matter though because Thanos looked ready to charge at him, and Quill held his arm up with a smirk.

"What are you?" The titan asks as he falters.

"The last remaining Celestial, bitch."

Quill snaps and a bright light covers the battlefield for a few seconds, and he breathes heavily as the alien army turns to dust all around them. The god didn't feel like celebrating though. The love of his life was taken away from him, and now he would spend eternity alone. No more binge watching movies and falling asleep, no more teasing, no more idiotic dancing...no more Scott.

"Don't get close! He doesn't look like he's in control and he might lash out with those pillars!" Someone's yell temporarily breaks through his despair, but he just stood there.

Maybe he would lash out. If anyone tried to get too close right now, he wouldn't be able to handle it. He didn't want to hurt anyone...but he wasn't really in the mood to care. Quill wanted one thing and he was never getting--

"Quill?" A familiar voice asks carefully, and Quill's galaxy filled eyes snap toward the approaching man.

It was Scott. He looked a little scratched up but he was alive. Quill wanted to get with relief, but a bigger part of him didn't want to believe that the man slowly walking closer to him was actually Scott. He didn't believe it. Not until the younger thief touched his face anyway.

"Hey Spaceman. It's over now. You can calm down now."

That was all it took for the pillars of light to disappear, for the power humming around his body to fade, and for his eyes to recede back to normal green irises. The celestial allows the gauntlet to slip off and land on the ground with a clatter, wraps his arms tightly around Scott, and the younger steps even closer until their chests are flush against each other.

"There you are." Scott mumbles and Quill tightens the embrace.

"Scott?"

Scott hums in curiosity, and Quill knew he had to tell him now. Tell him how he felt before something else happened and he really didn't get a chance to.

"I want this. Us."

"I have a daughter." The younger half heartedly argues.

"She means the world to me too." Quill answers easily.

Scott grips the lapels of the pirate's jacket and bites his lip nervously as he looks up at Quill. "Are you sure?"

Quill smiles, gently grips the back of Scott's neck, and leans down to kiss him, completely uncaring of their audience. When he pulls away after a few seconds, he gently rests his forehead against Scott's and whispers:

"What I have with you...I don't want with anyone else."

18 notes · View notes

canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 5 years

Text

Bodyguard III: Avengers Assemble (Chapter 11) (B. Urie x Reader)

Iron Man sped towards the incoming army, shooting at them. The Chitautari fired back at him, and he fired more blasts, spinning out of the way as he dodged exploding debris from every angle.

He flew higher, and bam! – he was hit by an alien hovercraft. Shaking it off and righting himself, Tony released mini-missiles at the army, blowing some of them up.

Below, on the streets of Manhattan, fearful citizens were scrambling out of their vehicles and taxis, looking to the sky. As they began running for their lives, the Chitauri came down toward them, blowing up cars, buildings and the streets.

✧✧✧

Stark tower landing pad.

Loki walked out onto the pad, his Asgardian armor materialising as he looked out over the chaos below. Suddenly, Thor landed on the lower platform.

“Loki!” he challenged, pointing Mjolnir at the device, “Turn off the Tesseract or I’ll destroy it!”

“You can’t,” Loki laughed, looking up to the sky, “There is no stopping it. There is only the war!”

Clenching his teeth, Thor grumbled. “So be it.”

Leaping at each other, the two brothers began to brawl, a blast from Loki’s sceptre sending one of the letters of ‘STARK’ falling from the building to the ground.

✧✧✧

The streets.

Civillians ran for cover, screaming, as several police cars showed up. The officers stepped out of their cars and looked up at the aliens in trepidation.

In the sky, the quinjet fast approached the tower, which was beaming the blue stream to the sky, keeping the portal open and allowing the aliens entry.

Brendon’s voice sounded over the comms network. “Stark, we’re on a three heading north east.”

“What, did you stop for drive-thru?” Tony scoffed, shaking his head, “Swing that park, I’m gonna lay ‘em out for you.”

Iron Man trailed through the air, leading a troop of chasing Chitauri past the tower – where Loki and Thor were still hashing it out. He circled the building and took a sharp turn, causing some of the troop to crash.

Inside the quinjet, Brendon and Clint were piloting. They released a cannon gun from the underbelly of the jet, letting out a stream of continuous bullet fire at the troop of Chitauri as Iron Man led them past in high speed. Flying through the smoke, they climbed up to Stark Tower.

“Sir, we have more incoming,” JARVIS notified.

“Fine,” was Tony’s response, “Let’s keep them occupied.”

The quinjet came around a skyscraper, blasting the army who were firing at them. One of the wings were grazed by Chitauri gunfire, and the jet slowed as it came to the tower.

The brothers were still in battle. Thor smashed Loki’s head into glass on the catwalk of the landing pad.

“Brendon!” you called out, bringing attention to your feuding cousins.

“I see ‘em,” he replied.

Spotting the jet, Loki threw Thor to the floor, then blasted one of the jet’s rotor blades with his sceptre, causing it to catch fire. An angered Thor witnessed the ordeal, and tackled his brother; the two of them threw punches as the quinjet fell to the ground.

Brendon and Clint held on for dear life, while you, Natasha and Steve grabbed hold of the roof as the jet grazed building after building, crashing down to the street.

With the jet now on the ground, Brendon and Clint removed their headsets and opened the ramp, allowing your team to exit.

“We gotta get back up there,” you said, looking up at the landing pad.

The five of you sprinted onto the overpass below Stark Tower, coming to a sudden halt as you spotted a giant armored Leviathan – the warship of the Chitauri – fly through the portal along with more warriors.

“Stark, are you seeing this?” Steve breathed in disbelief.

“Seeing. Still working on believing…” Tony answered over the comms, “Where’s Banner? Has he shown up yet?”

“Banner?”

“Just keep me posted.”

From above, Iron Man circled around the Leviathan. “JARVIS, find me a soft spot.”

The alien tore through building after building, roaring thunderously as it did so. On the landing pad, Thor held Loki by his collar, shaking him as he used his head to gesture at the chaos erupting around them.

“Look at this!” Thor yelled angrily, “Look around you! You think this madness will end with your rule?”

Loki looked around. “It’s too late,” he shook his head, eyes wide, “It’s too late to stop it.”

“No. We can, together.”

Hearing his brother’s words, Loki paused for a fleeting moment, then slipped a knife into his hand and stabbed Thor.

“Sentiment!” he spat bitterly.

The God of Mischief rolled himself off of the edge of the building, only to land on one of the flying Chitauri crafts. He flew off into the city.

✧✧✧

Overpass below Stark Tower.

“We’ve got civillians trapped,” Brendon noted, pointing at various surrounding streets and buildings.

Overhead, Loki flew on one of the Chitauri flying crafts, leading a troop of aliens who made haste of blowing up all visible streets.

“They’re fish in a barrel down there,” Cap said, looking on down a busy street at where the aliens were wrecking havoc.

“We got this. It’s good,” you nodded at Brendon and Steve, hands beginning to glow, “Go!”

Steve looked at Clint questioningly. “You think you can hold them off?”

“Captain,” the marksman readied his bow, “it would be my geniuine pleasure.”

Clint reached over his shoulder to grab an arrow then quickly fired it, hitting one alien in the head. The arrow branched into smaller ones, all of which flew straight into the heads of three other members of the Chitauri.

Sharing a curt nod, Brendon and Steve left the rest of you to fend off the aliens. Running, they jumped off of the overpass and rolled onto a bus and into the street.

You and Natsha continued firing at the Chitauri, her with her pistols and you with your icicles, as Clint helped trapped civillians off of a turned-over bus. Once the vehicle was clear, he rushed over to join you two, shooting arrows.

“Just like Budapest all over again!” Natasha called to him.

He pulled a weird face. “You and I remember Budapest very differently.”

✧✧✧

Streets of midtown Manhattan.

Brendon and Steve sprinted through the streets, dodging debris and jumping off of cars as they went. From inside a nearby building, a chorus of screams got their attention.

“I got it,” Brendon spoke, diverting his path to the left towards the sound.

Leaving his teammate to assist the trapped civillians, Steve ran towards the group of police cars just ahead, where the Sergeant was addressing one of the young cops.

“It’s gonna be an hour before they scramble the National Guard,” the rookie informed his boss, who scoffed it off.

“National Guard!” They ducked to avoid a Chitauri blast. “Does the army know what’s happening here?”

The rookie looked at the Sergeant hopelessly. “Do we?”

Just then, Cap jumped down onto the hood of the police car in front of the two cops and began dishing out orders, gesturing with his hands. “You need men in these buildings. There are people inside and they could be running right into the line of fire. You take them to the basement or through the subway, you need to keep them off the streets. I need a perimeter as far back as 39th.”

The Sergeant did not take kindly to being ordered around, and he pointed at Cap angrily. “Why the hell should I take orders from you?”

Two Chitauri warriors appeared and attacked the Captain, but he fought them off with ease, then turned back to the two cops. They stood in shock for a moment, then the Sergeant reacted by turning around and walking back to his men.

“I need men in those buildings, lead the people down and away from the streets,” he instructed, then spoke into his radio, “We’re gonna set up a perimeter all the way down to 39thstreet.”

In the air, Iron Man was firing an endless stream of ammunition at the Leaviathan, which finally took notice and turned to chase him.

“It noticed me…” Tony mumbled to himself, focusing on leading it away, “… yay!”

✧✧✧

Overpass below Stark Tower.

After having diffused a hostage situation in a building a few blocks down, Brendon had rejoined you, Clint and Natasha, and the four of you were in heavy battle with the alien army.

Clint tripped an advancing alien, pulling an arrow and stabbing it while behind him, Natasha used her Widow’s Bite on a warrior as she tackled him around the neck.

Kicking one alien in its midsection, Brendon swiped its weapon and used it to fight off another group of its peers. One warrior made an attempt to slice Brendon’s head off, but he skillfully dodged it, sliding down on his knees. Jumping to his feet, he hit the alien in the head with the sharp point of the weapon.

Forming an icicle, you stabbed an alien in the heart, then turned and knocked another out with an elbow to the head. Spinning around, you aimed in the direction of a large group of warriors, and fired an icy blast. Another one charged you from the right side, but you turned and fired at it, too, then unleashed rapid fire on all of them.

Behind you, Clint knocked down a warrior, then grabbed an arrow and shot behind himself, killing another. He then proceeded to get into battle with another warrior, who tackled him to the ground. Groaning, he hastily searched for an arrow and stabbed the assailant, jumping onto his feet. In a blindsided attack, another alien attacked him and kicked him into the trunk of a nearby cab.

Meanwhile, Natasha was taking on three warriors by herself, shooting one, then spinning around and stabbing the other two in the neck. Two more approached her, backing her onto a taxi. They took a swing at her, but she moved her head out of the way and managed to get her footing on the ground and pick up a fallen Chitauri weapon. She tried to hit them with it, but one of the warriors grabbed it and threw her into the air. She landed on the cab and screamed in pain, her breathing heavy.

Across from her, an alien came up from behind and slammed Brendon’s head onto the roof of a car, with another one shoving him onto the ground harshly. The agent was tired, but he continued fighting.

The only one left standing, you put all you had into fighting the Chitauri off, until the rest of your team was able to muster up enough energy to carry on. Not even a minute later, Clint clambered out of the taxi’s trunk, Natasha slid off of the hood of another, and Brendon stood up.

Strength regained, the three agents flanked your sides and aided you in firing at the aliens. They were beginning to surround you, and Cap rejoined the fight, knocking some out of the way.

Clouds began to gather, and Thor dropped down from the tower, killing the lot of them with lighting.

“What’s the story upstairs?” Cap asked him.

“The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable.”

From over the comms, Tony’s voice sounded. “Thor’s right; we gotta deal with these guys.”

“How do we do this?” Brendon looked around, shaking his head.

“As a team,” you answered.

Thor stepped forward, looking at Steve. “I have unfinished business with Loki.”

“Oh yeah?” Clint half-chuckled, readying some arrows, “Get in line.”

“Save it,” the Captain spoke up, wanting to get everyone focused and on the same page, “Loki’s gonna keep this fight focused on us and that’s what we need. Without him these things could run wild. We got Stark up top, he’s gonna need us to-“

Steve stopped suddenly, the whirr of a scooter catching his attention. Turning, he saw Bruce arrive, wearing clothes much too large for him, on said scooter. The group of you walked over to him as he dismounted the vehicle, surveying the damage.

“So, this all seems horrible,” he quipped, wringing his hands.

“I’ve seen worse,” Natasha clapped back, referring to their earlier altercation.

“Sorry.”

“No, we could- use a little worse,” she noded.

Steve pressed one finger to his ear, speaking. “Stark, we got him.”

“Banner?”

“Just like you said.”

“Then tell him to suit up. I’m bringing the party to you.”

From around the corner, Iron Man flew into view, heading for your group as the Leviathan followed closely behind.

“I-I don’t see how that’s a party,” you furrowed your brows.

Tony drew the creature in low, causing its underside to skim the road. Bruce turned away from all of you and started for the Leviathan.

Steve called out after him, mildly concered. “Doctor Banner, now might be a really good time for you to get angry.”

With a smirk, Bruce spoke over his shoulder. “That’s my secret, Captain. I’m always angry.”

In an instant, Bruce transformed into the Hulk and punched the Leviathan, smashing it into the ground. Iron Man blasted a missile at the wounded creature, and it exploded.

With the biggest alien threat now neutralised, your team took a moment to regroup, rejuvenated.

The Avengers gathered, standing in a circle. Hulk roared. Hawkeye nocked an arrow. Thor readied Mjolnir. Ace loaded his gun. Iron Man touched down next to Hulk. Black Widow powered up her Widow’s Bites. Snowflake summoned her powers. And Captain America adjusted the strap of his shield.

Hovering above on a Chitauri craft, Loki looked on with contempt.

“Send the rest.”

_______________________________

Thank you for reading x

Taglist:

@arosebyname @avengertrash21 @tiffisnotnormal @darknessdancing @raversam @theieroenthusiast @the-ghost-of-hemingway @laerkers @peters-vlogs @hockeyswag-boll @username-number-01834 @untilyouburnallofthewitches @underscoredarcy @aminasmells @becausebands @converseskyline @vinyloider @attractiveugly @twentzyonepirates @tegan-eva @i-only-date-flower-boys @jishwatylrandtop @blueskiesbleakeyes @robinruns @hi-ho-and-hello @svintsandghosts @iamafishandigosplish @sunshineandapplepie @kealohilani-tepise @bookworm104 @sheridans-dynamos @justawriterinprogress @anotherwriterinprogress @sillylandcalzonespy

5 notes · View notes

allhailqueenpidge · 5 years

Text

Julance Day 5: Sharpshooter

Lance had his sniper rifle trained at the shadowy figure that was barely visible on the rooftop he was perched on. His mission was simple: investigate this new guy on the scene and steal the data from him. Pidge was watching the target through the security cameras she hacked and Lance was poised to shoot if she gave the signal.

Four months ago Lance was scouted by Voltron, an elite agency that works to bring down famed CEO of Galra Enterprises and his gang known as the Galra Empire. Drugs, money laundering, murder, you name the crime Zarkon’s committing it. Allura had approached Lance and offered him the position of the Blue Paladin; to be the teams sharpshooter. Lance jumped at the opportunity and left his day job as a simple cop to be a sniper. Apparently Allura was searching for someone to fill this particular position for awhile and to scope out potential paladins she looked at the highest scores for the shooting part of his testing which he earneda perfect 100 in. Lance never missed a shot. After seeing his scores she puts tabs on him and watched him. One month later he had moved into the agency’s buliding otherwise known as the Castle and was introduced to the other paladins.

Pidge was the Green paladin and her specialities were hacking and recon missions. She was their eye in the sky. She joined team Voltron in the hopes of finding her father and brother who were captured by Zarkon’s men. Hunk (along with Pidge when she had time) created all their gadgets including Lance’s rifle and he updated Shiro’s arm. He was a fanastic engineer with a sunny disposition to match his role as the Yellow paladin. The Black paladin and leader of the group was Shiro who witnessed first hand the cruelty of the Galra. He along with Allura came up with all their plans and he was the decision maker. Allura, or the Princess, assembled the paladins to put a stop to Zarkon’s reign after he destroyed not only her father’s company but took his life. Allura vowed to avenge him and thus the idea of Voltron was born. She enlisted her father’s oldest friend and long-time business advisor, Coran, to help her. Coran’s role was mainly feeding the paladins, taking care of the castle and just generally helping where he can. He also assists in subtly dismantling some of Zarkon’s business ventures and other things along the same vein.

What Voltron was missing however was the Red paladin. None of the paladins bar Shiro were great at hand-to-hand combat and they needed a close combat fighter for missions. They made do in the meantime but it limited them.

Lance was polishing his gun when Allura had walked into the break room to announce a team briefing for their next mission. Hunk had immediately stopped tinkering with his latest gadget -a gun that could be split into two smaller guns- and followed Lance out the door. When they arrive at the briefing room Allura and Shiro were already there waiting for them. Once Pidge arrived from her lab and everyone sat down the meeting began.

“While assessing our next mark we discovered that someone was trying to beat us to the chase. Last week while Pidge was examining the data we collected on the mission in Daibazaal she uncoverd where the Galra held all the records of the people they imprison. It’s a privately owned by one of Zarkon’s cronies Sendak. To get the data Pidge needs to find her father and brother we’ll have to infiltrate the building. The last few days Pidge has been researching the building, finding weak spots, checking the building’s security and things like that. According to Pidge we’re not the only one’s with our eye on this target and in two day’s time he’ll make his move. I don’t feel confident enough to attempt our own data extraction mission in the next two days with little to no plan but we will not let this matter rest. Lance you will be stationed near the building and if this person has stolen the data we need you wil take them out and retrieve the data from them, understood?” Allura unloaded a lot of info on them all at once and Lance was glad that Pidge was making some progress towards freeing her family but Lance felt a bit unsettled by the thought of outright killing someone that could be just trying to achieve the same goals as them.Lance tried to voice these concerns with Allura but she didn’t listen.

“Lance, just think of how many lives we could save with this information. We may not get another chance to find Pidge’s family and save all the other innocent people taken by the Galra,” Allura reasoned. Her speech did its job and Lance was guilt tripped into doing the job for Pidge, for family. God forbid something like that could happen to his own familia and Pidge was staring at him with her sad puppy dog eyes he was weak for. He sighed and agreed to do it.

“Here is all the info we have on this guy,” Pidge muttered as she threw a brown folder at Lance. He emptied the contents onto the table and images of what appeared to be a young man with long dark hair, pale skin and a hideous red cropped jacket. The rest of his face was obscured with a maroon bandana.

“You have two days to prepare for the mission. Shiro will explain all the logistics to you and Pidge updated your com and she will be in your ear the entire mission,” Allura left after those parting words and Hunk and Pidge thought to do the same. Once Shiro had run through this mission’s protocol Lance decided to get in some practice with his gun. Even a pro like him needs to train once in awhile so his skills don’t get rusty.

Two days later Lance had his rifle pointing at the exit Pidge assured him was the one the guy would take. He was bored out fo his tree just sitting up on a roof waiting. The only thing that distracted him was Pidge’s updated on the guy’s position.

“Okay so he currently has the data and he’s 30 feet from the exit point so be prepared to shoot in the next few seconds Lance,” Pidge warned through the coms. Lance looked down his scope, focused his line of sight on the door and placed his finger on the trigger. The door burst open and their target ran out. As Lance watched the scared guy that looked to be only his age run from a guy twice his size he couldn’t do it. His bandana was nowhere in sight so his face was visible and what a nice face it was too. He turned around and began to fight the guy with a knife he had well concealed behind his back. The small guy could really hold his own in a fight.

Lance made up his mind and refocused his gun. He pulled the trigger and he went down like a sack of potatoes. After all Lance never missed a shot. Lance’s original mark glanced up trying to find the origin of the gunshot but he quickly sped away to avoid being the next victim.

Lance smirked, looks like he just found the red paladin. Allura can thank him later. All in a day’s work for the Sharpshooter of team Voltron.

__________________________________________

In case anyone was wondering why Keith broke in and collected the info it was to try to find Shiro and Shiro didn’t recognise Keith because it has been many years since he was captured and Keith’s face was mostly concealed.

If you want to read my other Julance stories you can find my master list here

#julance #julance2019 #lance #vld #voltron #day 5 #lance (voltron)

7 notes · View notes

winterphantom · 6 years

Text

Sanctuary (Request)

Request: hi! can you please write a fic where Bucky stumbles upon a girl who’s been experimented on (like eleven from stranger things) and he feels inclined to protect her? thanks

Read HERE on Ao3!

A/N: I’m so sorry this took as long as it did, but I hope it was worth it! I actually haven't seen Stranger Things (I know okay I'm sorry) so I relied on the internet and my best friend to help put me on the right track. I used what I learned for inspiration for reader’s powers but they’re definitely a bit different. I hope it’s okay anyways! Enjoy! (Also... anyone want a part 2 for this maybe? Let me know!)

Warnings: Implied/Referenced past torture and/or experimentation (not graphically described)

You wake to the sound of crashing and yelling.

You bolt upright in your small bed in the corner of the cell, still enveloped by darkness. Without being able to see the commotion, you have no idea what’s going on. And you’re trapped in your cell with nowhere to go.

You wait, listening as closely as you can, for a time that could be seconds, minutes, or hours – you can’t tell anymore. Finally, the noise dies down. There’s nothing left but agonizing silence. You pull the blanket up closer to your face and shrink back further into the corner.

Something heavy hits the door. You jump. Someone’s yelling something, and it’s a voice you don’t recognize. You can’t pick out the words through the door and the pounding in your head.

The banging gets louder. The door crashes to the floor, ripped from its hinges by whatever’s on the other side. You concentrate, and the lights in the room flicker on so that you can see.

The figure steps into the cell. It’s a man. He’s tall, wearing some kind of gear, different from anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s dark, but something at his side is reflecting the harsh light – glinting. Does he have… a metal arm?

Your eyes travel back up to his face. The bottom half is covered with some kind of mask, and his dark hair falls messily, framing it. You lock eyes; his are bright and blue. You almost scream, but your voice falters and it dies in your throat.

He mutters something, but not to you.

“Uh oh… Steve, you better get over here,” you hear him say. His eyes never leave your cowering form.

In a panic, you reach out with your mind, grasping the broken door. You fling it towards him.

He’s quick. His eyes go wide, breaking from your own. He raises the glinting arm… catching the door with one hand. You weren’t expecting that.

The door clatters to the floor. You feel fear coursing through your veins, and you struggle to think of your next move. What did he want?

“Hey,” he starts, this time directing the words to you. He rips the mask from his face with one hand, before raising them both. He looks nothing like the scientists you were used to.

“I’m not going to hurt you, okay?” His voice is soft, soothing. You like the sound, but you don’t trust him.

Stay back, you say, only you don’t say it out loud. You project it to him mentally, and judging by his reaction, he hears you. His eyes narrow and his head tilts ever so slightly.

“Did you just-”

Please, I-I mean it. Stay away. You raise a hand in defense, using it to channel your abilities, picking up the door again, hovering it just over the ground.

He glances towards it, still visibly perplexed, then back to you.

“I’m here to help you,” he affirms gently. You swallow, and he takes a tentative step forward. You start to raise the door again. He stumbles away from it, and starts speaking again before you can throw it at him.

“Wait! Please. I want to get you out of here. Let me help you,” he pleads. You pause, letting the door fall back down.

Help? Why? You flinch when he steps towards you again.

He studies you with his intense gaze for a moment.

“These people… I know what it must have been like. What they must have put you through. I-” his voice breaks, “I’ve been there too.”

He swallows. You hold his stare, and you don’t sense any kind of deception in him.

You can really get me out of here?

For a moment, you allow yourself to hope. You never dreamt that this day would come.

He nods.

“I’ll take you somewhere safe. Please, come with me,” he answers, and slowly extends a hand – the one that isn’t shiny – towards you.

You mull over your options for a few moments. Fight, go with him, or… stay here? You exhale. What did you have to lose? Deciding to trust the stranger, you unfold your tangled limbs and cautiously take his hand.

When your skin meets his, something shifts and the world goes black for just a second.

Then, a series of incomprehensible images explode in your mind, flooding your senses.

Loud. Guns. A table, strapped down to it. Suffocating. Another man, pale hair, blue eyes. Explosions, fire. A train car. Falling. Fear. Pain. A machine, you’re trapped. A burning in your shoulder. Confusion. Anger. Cold, so cold. A restless sleep. Screeching tires, bodies. The same blue-eyed man again, only sadder. “Bucky?” Blood. Water. Memories, so many memories, you can’t escape-

You break free, gasping from the agony. You meet the man’s eyes again, and they’re wide… wild. And you understand. You feel his anguish, his fear. He was just like you.

“Buck-” you hear someone call, footsteps coming to an abrupt halt as the man pauses in the doorway. The man from his memories.

“Oh god,” he gasps.

The first man – Bucky? – turns back to look at him, and then to you. You study them both, glancing between the two.

“This is Steve. He’s going to help us get out of here, okay?”

Two sets of blue eyes watch you, waiting for a response.

You nod.

You follow behind them closely – escaping the facility where you had lived for many years; the only home that you could remember. Machines are broken, computers smashed, unconscious bodies across the floor.

You won’t miss any of it.

The two men lead you outside. It’s dark, so it must be late. Still, you inhale deeply, the fresh air filling your lungs. You had no idea when the last time you’d been outside was. You didn’t remember. You pause, looking up at the sky, the stars, the moon. It was beautiful.

You notice the first man, who you’re presuming is named Bucky, has stopped too. You can feel him watching you.

You turn and start moving again. He does too.

They lead you towards some kind of… aircraft? Ship? Vehicle? Whatever it is, it’s huge. You follow them inside, where you find an assembly of people waiting. You’re escorted by the two men to a seat at the side of the vehicle you’re in, while the rest of the people watch you intently. Steve goes over to talk with one of them – the other stays at your side.

Bucky? Is that your name? You project, glancing up at him. His blue eyes widen; you must have startled him again.

“Yes,” he whispers in response. “What’s yours?”

…I don’t know, you answer after a pause.

His brows knit in confusion as he studies you.

They never gave me one, you explain.

A mixture of emotions flash across his pale eyes; comprehension, pity, compassion, empathy.

He nods sadly. The man Steve was just talking to approaches you, and you swear Bucky tenses. He glances at you, then to Bucky.

“We didn’t find any other… subjects,” the man says to Bucky as his eyes slide over to you briefly. “We have intel that these scumbags might have another facility. We just need to find out where.”

Bucky nods again, curtly. The man sets his gaze on you. He’s shorter than Bucky, with dark hair and dark eyes. He looks older than him, too.

“Hey kid, my name is Tony Stark, and these are the Avengers. We’re going to take you somewhere safe, but you gotta help us out. Can you do that?” he asks you, leaning closer. He doesn’t seem malicious, so after glancing quizzically at Bucky, who is attentively watching your interaction, you nod hesitantly.

“These people, do you know if they have another location, did they ever take you anywhere else?” he continues.

You shake your head. They’d never moved you, and you’d never heard anyone talk about anywhere else.

“Were there any other people… like you there? Did you ever see one of them?”

You shake your head again. He continues to ask you questions, to which you continue to shake your head – you were as much in the dark as they were. Tony’s eyes narrow; he seems frustrated with your lack of knowledge. At this point, you are too. This interrogation is beginning to make you panic.

“Do you know anything that could help us?”

You open your mouth to speak, although you aren’t sure what you would even say. You don’t know anything. Your voice fails you from lack of use, and no words come out. Tony continues to stare at you expectantly. Your eyes meet Bucky’s, which appear concerned as he observes you.

I don’t know, Bucky, I don’t know, you project to him, unsure of what else to do.

“She doesn’t know,” Bucky states gruffly, quickly stepping in between you and Tony, who at this point knits his eyebrows and glances between you and Bucky, his confusion evident.

“What do you mean, she doesn’t know? How is that even-” he starts.

“Back off, Stark,” Bucky basically growls, venom coating his words. “She doesn’t know anything, and she’s been through a lot, okay?” He takes a step towards the smaller man, gazing down at him menacingly.

“Woah, cool it, Frostbite,” Tony retorts, taking a step backwards. He glances at you again, and sighs. “I’m just trying to figure this out. I’ll see if we’ve got any updates on other potential locations.” He turns and begins to walk away, while Bucky’s posture relaxes. Tony turns towards Steve, who has been observing everything from afar.

“Rogers, please keep your sidekick in check. I don’t need him ripping anyone’s head off today, especially not mine,” Tony says to him before making his way to the front of whatever it is that you’re on.

Steve just looks at Bucky, his expression unreadable. Bucky meets his gaze, and holds it for a moment, before shaking his head gently and turning back towards you.

Your eyes meet.

Is everything okay? You project to him. He makes his way towards you, and takes a seat nearby.

“Yeah. Everything’s gonna be fine. Just relax,” he replies quietly, although you’re not sure if he’s saying it more to you, or to himself.

You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around your legs. The… aircraft, you guess, takes off.

The Quinjet, as you’d been told it was, takes you to what they call the Avengers Facility. Tony hadn’t said anything else to you on the trip, and Bucky stayed by your side, answering a few of your questions. You’d caught Steve looking at the two of you a few times, but no one had said much at all.

When you land, Steve finally approaches you. He smiles at you politely.

“I’ll show you to a room where you can stay until we figure all of this out,” he offers. You nod, and try to return his smile. Steve was nice. And from what you’d gathered, he was close with Bucky, and you trusted his judgement. Even if you’d only known him for a few hours.

You stand, stretching your legs. Bucky rises as well, standing next to you. When you start following Steve, Bucky stays nearby, walking just a step behind. They lead you into the compound, and throughout a series of hallways. The facility was massive – much bigger than the lab you’d come from. Eventually, you stop in front of a door in a long corridor, with identical doors lining each wall.

“You can stay in this room. It should have everything you need. Get some sleep; we’ll go over all of this in the morning, okay?” Steve says kindly, gesturing towards the door.

“Th-thank you,” you manage, your voice coming out rough and quiet. It sounds strange, even to you.

Steve catches it anyways, and continues smiling.

“You’re welcome,” he replies. At this, he turns, walking down the hallway. It’s Bucky’s turn to face you now.

Bucky’s eyes still seem to be clouded with some wort of worry. You could figure out why, if you wanted, by reading his mind, but that seemed impolite.

“If you need anything, I’m down the hall and to the left, okay?” he tells you, pointing to the direction he means. You nod, and he hesitates, seemingly wanting to say more.

Thank you, Bucky.

He nods back, and then turns, walking down the hallway. You watch him until he disappears around a corner, and turn to enter the room where you’ll be staying.

It’s huge, compared to the cell you were used to. There’s a giant bed in the center of the room, a couch to the side, under a big window, and its own private bathroom complete with a gigantic shower and tub. You’d never seen such luxury before. As much as you’d like to explore everything, you realize how exhausted you are, and your eyes start drooping of their own accord. You crawl into the enormous bed, and it’s so soft and comfortable. You’re asleep in seconds.

You wake again sometime later in the night. At first, you don’t know where you are, and you sit up quickly in a panic. You glace around, this isn’t your cell, and confusion envelops you. Then, everything starts to come back to you, and you remember where you are. Your panic doesn’t lessen, however. The gravity of the situation suddenly hits you. You were in a strange place with people who you knew almost nothing about. Some of the people who’d held you captive were still out there. They must be looking for you. And if they found you, what would they do to you?

With your mind racing and hysteria increasing, you do the only thing you can think to do, and try to infiltrate Bucky’s mind again. You’re not sure if it will work, since you’d never tried from so far away, in a different room, but it does.

The same familiar images you had seen earlier, when you’d touched his hand, explode in your mind. You can feel his pain all over again.

Bucky, are you awake? You project, struggling under the weight of his memories.

Everything stops.

Wait, what? Is she- he thinks, clearly unsure of what’s happening.

I can hear you, you respond.

Are you reading my mind?

...Yes. I can stop, if you want-

Is something wrong?

I don’t know, I’m… I’m scared.

Hang on, I’ll come to your room.

You sigh. You’re not really sure what it was that you wanted, or even what to say to him. How to explain. But then again, it seems that maybe Bucky would understand.

Bucky is at your door quicker than you would have thought possible.

“Are you okay?” he asks, slightly out of breath, swinging open the door.

“Yes,” you manage to mumble, out loud this time. You figured you’d better get used to speaking sooner or later.

Bucky walks towards you as you stay sitting up in the bed. No one turns on the light, so it’s still dark in your room, but you can make out his outline in the shadows.

“What scared you?” he continues, and tentatively sits at the foot of your bed.

“What if-” you whisper, but give up, unable to vocalize your thoughts. What if they come here? What if they find me?

“Oh,” Bucky sighs out, voice tender, “they won’t find you here. They’ll never be able to hurt you again. We’ll… I’ll make sure of it.”

You nod in the darkness, although you’re not sure if he can tell or not.

Thank you. I don’t want to go back.

You won’t have to. I promise.

The two of you sit there for a while, both unsure of what more to say. You can feel Bucky’s eyes on you. You decide to try your voice again.

“You weren’t asleep earlier.” It’s not a question.

“No,” he answers. “I don’t really… I mean I can’t-”

“I know… I saw,” you whisper. You think you can make out the slow nod of his head. “Let me help you,” you add quietly.

“What do you mean?” he asks after a pause, both skeptical and curious.

“I can… I won’t change anything, but I can quiet the memories, for a while.” You weren’t quite sure how to explain what it was you could do, but if you got into someone’s mind, you could temporarily manipulate their feelings. You couldn’t change or erase their memories, but you could instill a kind of peace there.

Bucky hesitates.

Please, you’ve done so much for me. Let me try to help you in return.

After an extended pause, Bucky must decide to trust you, as he quietly says “okay.”

You get out of the bed and take a few steps so that you’re standing in front of him. You gently place a hand on his shoulder.

Lie down, you project, lightly pushing him with your hand. He hesitates again, but shifts his position of the bed and lies down. You gently press a finger on his temple, feeling his memories course through you. You push and pull mentally, taking the pain and sadness, and locking it all behind a temporary wall. You focus on a sense of calm and tranquility, projecting it into him. You feel the tension leaving his body, you break the connection again, removing your hand from his face. He’s already asleep.

You take a pillow from the bed, and make your way to the couch across the room. You lie down again, and with Bucky in the room, you finally feel safe. You drift off a few moments later.

The sunlight streaming in from the large window above the couch wakes you. Your eyes open, and your first instinct is to check the bed for Bucky. However, when you look over, he isn’t there. Your heartrate spikes for a second, until you scan your eyes across the room and realize he’s at the door, back to you, talking to Steve. He’s just wearing a t-shirt, none of the gear from yesterday, so you can confirm that he does, in fact, have a metal arm. You remember feeling the burning in your – his – shoulder. Now you know the cause of that, and your heart clenches. You attempt to make out what they’re saying, listening intently.

“…I’m just saying, we don’t know anything about her, what she’s capable of-” Steve is telling him, before Bucky cuts him off.

“She’s not dangerous. Not to us,” he whispers adamantly.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea to stay here, alone-“

“She helped me, Steve. She needs someone. I just want to keep her safe,” Bucky sighs.

“Buck, what’s really going on here? Why are you so insistent on this?” Steve asks him, genuine concern obvious in his voice. He waits for an answer, studying Bucky, who looks down before answering.

“Because… she’s just like me.” Bucky looks back up at Steve, who places a hand on his friend’s shoulder. They share a look, and you can see the comprehension dawn on Steve’s face.

“We’ll figure this out, Bucky. She’s going to be alright.” You see Bucky nod in response. Steve finally breaks eye contact with him, and his eyes end up settling on you, noticing that you’re awake. He stands up straighter, dropping his hand from Bucky’s shoulder, and clearing his throat. At this, Bucky spins on his heel; the clear, cool blue of his eyes landing on you. He swallows whatever emotions he’d been feeling, and watches you, expression unreadable.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?” Steve asks after a brief pause, plastering the polite smile back onto his face.

“I’m okay, thanks,” you reply quietly, sitting up. Bucky doesn’t say anything. Steve gestures towards the bed, where you notice a pile of fabric – clothing – has been laid.

“There are some new clothes over there for you. When you’re ready, Tony has finished decrypting the files we recovered from the lab. There might be some information that can help us there, and we’d like to go over it with you, if that’s alright.”

You nod your head.

“Good. I’ll meet you down at the lab whenever you’re ready. Bucky can show you the way.” He turns to leave, and you give him a small smile before he does. Bucky clears his throat.

“I’ll be outside when you’re ready,” he tells you, before leaving the room and closing the door.

“You doing okay?” Bucky inquires as you emerge a few minutes later. You test out a smile again.

“Yes, thank you. How about you?” you ask in response. Bucky smiles at you. You like that.

“I’m good – great, actually,” he shakes his head slightly, amused. “I don’t think I’ve slept that well since… well, ever. Thank you.” His eyes sparkle when he says this. You like that, too.

You smile shyly at him.

“You’re welcome.”

You follow him through more hallways, down stairs, and through various rooms in comfortable silence. Finally, you arrive at what you assume must be their lab. You see Tony, the man who questioned you yesterday, sitting at a very advanced-looking computer of some sort, while Steve stands next to him, leaning over the screen. Bucky tenses slightly, you note, as the two of you approach them. Steve offers the two of you a small wave when he sees you, and you attempt to mimic his cordial smile. Tony glances up from the screen, eyes flitting between you and Bucky before settling on you, and he begins to speak.

“Before we get started, I’d like to apologize,” his eyes slide over to Bucky, then back to you before he continues, “if I was too intense yesterday. We’re all on the same side here. I’m just eager to find these guys and put them away, as I’m sure you are.”

“It’s okay,” you answer earnestly, “I want to help you.” Tony eyes Bucky warily again, but nods. He must decide that his apology was satisfactory, because Tony clears his throat and starts talking again.

“Good,” he states. “Now, you guys might want to take a look at this.” He gestures to his computer.

You share a nervous look with Bucky. You exhale, and he follows you to the computer. When you lean over Tony’s chair to get a better look, he lightly lays a hand on your lower back. An attempt at comfort, you guess. And it works; you’d been without human contact for so long, you’d forgotten what it felt like to be comforted, if you’d even known in the first place. You steel yourself before looking at the screen as Tony and Steve begin to explain what they’d found.

You sit, back in your room, alone. In your hands are copies of the files Tony had decoded; files that contained any information that the laboratory had on you. A name that you didn’t recognize. A birthday that you’d never celebrated. Any abilities that you had, and all of the things they’d done to you. You focus on keeping your breathing steady.

What Tony hadn’t been able to find, however, was any living relatives. No home for you to return to. You were alone, with no place in the world. You had no idea where you’d go, no idea of who you were supposed to be. You fight back tears as your breathing rate increases and your pulse races. This was all too much.

You’d returned to your room alone, needing time to process the information you’d been given. Along with your personal information, he’d also found records of other subjects, just like you. Evidently, there were others at the facility with you at some point. You had no idea what had become of them. Tony also hadn’t found an indication of where the other locations were, but he was convinced they existed.

All of this information overwhelms you, and you have no idea how to handle it. Now, you wish that you were anything but alone. As if he could sense you panic, Bucky chooses now to knock on your door.

“Hey, are you doing okay in there-”

Bucky, come in, please, I need you, you plead, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill over.

The door flies open, and Bucky appears panicked for an instant, before he takes in your expression and he tears that finally pool down your face.

“Oh, Doll,” he gasps, eyes softening, as he rushes into the room. Before you even know what’s happening, he’s wrapped you in his arms.

You tense momentarily, shocked by the suddenness of his movement, unfamiliar with this kind of contact. A hug, you think. You don’t remember ever receiving one. And you realize that, at least from Bucky, you really like them. So, you let yourself melt into his arms, clutching whatever you can get ahold of - his arm, his shirt, and bury your face into his chest. You’re full on sobbing now, and Bucky just sits with you, holds you, until you can calm down enough to talk.

“What is it?” Bucky asks you, softly, after a few minutes. You pull your head away just enough to look up at him, and he’s looking at you with such compassion, such tenderness, that it makes your heart clench.

“I… I-” you try out loud, but your breathing is still erratic and your voice fails.

I don’t know who I am, Bucky, you project. I don’t even recognize my own name. I have nowhere to go. I’m alone-

Bucky stops you by delicately placing a hand on the side of your face, running his thumb gently across your cheekbone. His eyes shine with sincerity, the blue brighter than you’d ever seen.

“You’re not alone. I know, I know exactly what you’re feeling.” You nod, trying to clear you head. You knew he did; you felt it. “We’ll figure this out. Stay here. Stay with me, and we’ll figure this out together.”

The two of you stare at each other, the gravity of his words sinking in.

“Stay... Stay here? With the Avengers?” you whisper, searching his eyes with your own.

“Yes,” he replies, softly, “Please. I don’t want to lose you. I’ve never met someone so… so much like me before.”

“I don’t want to lose you either.”

“Then stay. I will protect you,” he promises earnestly.

Your eyes lock, his blue gaze burning with passion. Bucky slowly, softly leans closer, bringing his lips to meet yours. A kiss. It feels like fireworks are exploding behind your eyes, your heart hammering in your ears. You can feel his heart beat, too. They seem to beat in rhythm, as if they belong together.

Maybe there was somewhere for you after all.

Forever Tags (open):

@thecrazyoneshavetakenover @vaguelyminty @stan-by-me @tbetz0341 @coal000 @banner-and-bucky-are-life

240 notes · View notes

diaboliimperii · 6 years

Text

he who, waits (8) / l.a

a/n: sorry for the LATE update ! please forgive me I have done no good for you guys, I suck sorry!

request here! // or in the blog description // hc’s and imagines! and everything in between

warning(s): language

pairing(s): eventual!boyfriend! levi x reader, brother! impliedtwin! marco bott x reader, bestfriend/lover! jean kristein

word count: 3.1k

(So like on mobile I can’t tag my previous stories so just try to find the previous ones under the #rowenasfic tab or #rowena writes stuff. Or go to my master list! The rest of the other chapters do have the other chapters!)

Once Jean hit the glass of the headquarters more glass started shatter in front of him, he was seeing all of the familiar faces of his fellow cadets. He was relieved that Marco, and his squad made it. He was waiting, he was on edge. While looking at the faces he didn't see hers. Jean was looking around to see if she was going to show up anytime soon, but she didn't show any trace that she was going to show with the rest of the cadets. He was Marco, he was next to Jean the whole time complimenting him.

He didn't see her though, she left faster than everyone after Mikasa, yet she wasn't there. Maybe she was taking more time than usual. Did she run out of gas? He asked himself as he places a hand on his face while trying to find a possible explanation why she wasn't there. Marco was also looking if she was going to come sooner or later. "Where is Y/N?" Marco asks as Reiner does nothing but stare at the hysterical Jean. Reiner left Y/N to die, yet he did nothing but look at her boyfriend who was about to have a panic attack.

Jean looks up from his gaze on his hand and looks at the other people who were hiding under a desk. He asks questions, but since it was going out of hand he decides to punch him on the face. As he raises his foot to kick him, Marco takes his shoulders in his hands, and begins to consult him while pushing him back. While yelling someone yelled "Hit the deck!" And the faces were worried more than were a couple of seconds. The ground shook under their feet like a earthquake as they turned their head to see the face of titan on the side of the wall.

It has smelled from them afar. Marco let go of Jean as Jean started to curse. They all started to go further in the headquarters as Jean stood there thinking that one of those titans were successful with eating you at this point. He stood there in shook. "Y/N" was the word that was all over his head. "That liar!" He yelled. "Y/N you fucking liar! You said everything was going to be fine! But it's not! Fuck you! He said to the air, as it was the only thing he had to say.

He was in shock still that it was the last time that he saw the girl he fell in love, he was shocked that their last conversation was about his first kiss. Jean was regretting to not kiss her, in the moment. He regretting fighting with Eren in stead of listening to Y/N. He never knew it was going to end like this, and it was all because of him. Jean had messed it all up. It was all gone because of him. Her jumping off the roof was going to be the last time he ever saw her. He wanted more time with her in future, but it was all finished with her. Because of him.

Everything slowed down when he saw a fist of something hit the cheeks of the titans that were peeking in from the other side. He was on the other side of the vision and he was taken back from what he was seeing. It was a titan that had hit them with pitch black hair. It was a titan that he didn't see before. "Wha- Oh my god" Was al that came out of his mouth. Windows shattering made him look at the window. His hopes came up, but fell as just fast as they came back as he saw that it was everyone but Y/N. Connie was thanking that they made it time, but he didn't see Y/N anywhere.

"Where is Y/N?" He asked as they all looked at him. "We didn't see her. I thought she was already here seeing as she was going really fast." Connie replied to the worried jean in front of his face. Jean's face faltered more and more, and he was getting sadder by the moment. It was already confirmed in his head that she was gone, because he didn't keep an eye out to her. Connie then pointed out to the abnormal that had punched the titans before hand. He was explaining how it was fighting the titans and it didn't care.

Jean's world was already spinning thanks to the disappearance of Y/N with no clue nor trace of her being alive. And now an abnormal making it easy for them to go through? This was fucking up his head so much. He didn't know what to think at this moment of crisis. Now he was getting guns assembled to go down to try to fight off the titans. As they were assembling it, they were wondering why it came down to this. IF Y/N was here maybe he''d be smiling with her as she said something to make him smile. Maybe he's hold her hand one more time.

It was going to be different without her now, and he hated it. It was like he missed something, but it wasn't an object it was a person. How much of a coward he was because he let her out of his grip. It was like every time he saw Marco there would be something missing from the picture. It was her who was missing from the picture. Marco was also looking down. It was like when he didn't see come to the front of the window he had lost half of his soul.

His mood was depleting as the time came. He looked at Jean and he missed someone there making him to look at him. It was something that he missed, his mood had dropped down from his usual side as his twin of life hadn't showed up. Everyone around him noticed the most affected by her absence. Reiner and Bertolt looked at each other almost every time Jean and Marco looked at each other with sad eyes, and kept on doing their work. Her presence as much as it was irrelevant it was like there was someone with a strong personality missing.

"Captain!" Petra said to the man approaching her as she was tending to the injured. "I can't stop the bleeding." She said as her eyes were searching for the answer. "Captain." The injured man said in a frail voice. Levi took steps forward, and kneeled down to see the cadet face to face. "I'm here."

Levi looked at him with the same expression as anyone before him, "Did this make a difference? Was I helpful?" He asks him with a even weaker voice ringing in his ears. Weakly, he raised his arm with all the force he had left "Please, sir" He begged as it rose more. "I don't want to die without helping mankind." It was every soldiers dying wish to know they did something good and impactful to the mankind. Levi took his hand in one forceful strike. Levi looked at him dead in the eye. "You did a great job today, soldier."

He was now crying, the injured man as he knew these were the last moments in his life. Levi kept on talking to him, and he was listening since he knew that it would be a honor to hear the captain complimenting anyone before they died. "And you will keep doing it. Your strength won't die with you, the torch will carried on by me." Levi's eyebrows furrowed as a response to himself. "I swear this by my life. The titans will be eradicated!" He said in a louder tone than usual. "Captain." Petra said making Levi look away from his view. "He's dead." She said to hm as he looks at the body in front of him.

"Did the man hear what I said?" He asks as Petra looks at him. "Yes, sir. I think he heard it all. Look at him, that's a face of peace." Petra said in between her soft spoken sobs. "We can hope." Levi said as his gaze goes to the ground, letting go of his hand and raising himself up from the position he had himself in. A voice boomed making him turn to the sound. It was Commander Erwin with the rest of his squad behind him. "We're pulling out." He told the Captain. "What do you mean?" Levi asks as he looks at his direction.

"You damn well know we can push farther." Levi lowers his gaze, "My men didn't die to pave our retreat!" He exclaims to him. Erwin looks down on him. There's a swarm of titans moving north bearing down the city." Erwin's words sting as both Levi and Petra move backward in their stance. "It's just like 5 years ago." Erwin tells the group as he turns the other way. "Something's happening to the city." Suddenly a soldier next to him clears his throat. Erwin gets reminded of what he was missing.

"We also found a cadet from the 104th training corps unconscious out on the ground. She has been dispatched to the hospital, but she seems to be in critical state. We think it's Y/N Bott..."

Levi's heart was hurting to know that Y/N is in critical condition. Why was he hurting the way he was when Y/N was just another cadet. His heart was pounding and it wasn't a good pound. He knew that she was just another asset to his life and sure, she spent more time than the usual soldier, but in the end she was just another. But, if she truly was another person why did his head start spinning and his heart start diving deeply? He suddenly wanted to see her again, to see if she truly was in critical condition.

Levi was preoccupied with how she was that he didn't realize that the day went on so quickly. It seemed like every time he hard her name, looked at her, or even spent time with her. Time would become slow and break apart to smaller fragments. Levi knew thinking that would make him crazy, but maybe that's what he liked about her.

Making him crazy.

He knew that he was a viable part in her life, but she didn't know is that she was also a viable part to his life that he never wanted to admit to. It was her who he would think about some nights where he would miss her presence entirely. Like always, he would never admit this. He would never come to the facts that she was something else in his life that was 't irrelevant like the rest of the things that swirled among him.

He would visit her every day, Levi would see her lifeless body begin to wither as the days went without her getting the proper nutrition. He could notice that her body was fighting for her will to live, and it bothered him that he couldn't do anything about it. He was cornered by the person who dared to stare him in the eyes. The captain wanted to do something, but with his limited time he knew he couldn't fulfil anything that was necessary for her to come back from the coma-state she put herself.

Jean also was growing more mad as the days went. Once he found out that she was transported to the hospital, he went to find her immediately. The girl that was courageous enough to head out, and make sure the titans didn't get in the way was now in the hospital, and he blamed himself. He wanted to make sure he would see the day that she retorts at him one more time. He wanted to see the day where she would hold hands with him again. Jean wished that she would be there to steal his first kiss before anyone else. He wanted to be happy. With her. Jean was making sure that he would visit her again to see if she would wake up when he was there for his 1 hour of visit.

Unlike Levi, who would write down the things that happened that day to show Y/N when she wakes up, Jean talks to her, and holds her lifeless hand with one swift move. Jean would express how much he missed her with so much love lacing his words. Jean would come tired from his day of training, and he would miss out on seeing her, and would regret it immediately. But, unlike Jean, Levi never missed out on a day to see her. He would always find a way to come even if it was for 1 second or for hours. He would always be there to see her on the bed, with a neutral tone on her face.

Flash.

It all came down crashing, when levi heard that the military had some very compelling evidence that Y/N could be one of the abnormal titans that put down the wall in the first place or could be affiliated with who was behind it. Now that Eren showed that he was a titan-shifter, the public was questioning her. It was a domino effect happening right in his eyes. Eren is now considered a titan-shifter, and many of the cadets among her training class began to wonder if she was too.

It was when Reiner brought up some compelling information about her disappearing when the worst times for the cadets seem to appear. He and Bertolt made some her seem like she was affiliated with the attack, and because it was Reiner who said it, it became popular with the people in the dorms to talk about.

"Reiner, made some pretty good facts that she could be with the attacks, and that's why she'll be in the courtroom with Eren, she'll be tried too." Commander Erwin told Levi as Erwin sat as his desk while telling the frustrated Levi the situation. "Are you shitting me?" Levi's voice rings in the office of the commander.

"She's an idiot, she can be cocky, she's stupid as hell, she's annoying, she's obnoxious, she's arrogant, but she is not, I say, not whatever you're making her out to be, Erwin."

Erwin looks at how distressed Levi is at his comment about the Cadet he knows not too much about, he notices how he jumped on the defensive side as soon as he finished his sentence, and how cautious he was with his words. Erwin wondered why he was acting so selfish with a cadet who was under him. Levi sighed as he ran ah nad through his hair. "I'm done here." He shifted his weight on the chair in front of the desk where Commander Erwin sat in. He stood up with in one swift move. Levi made eye contact with blue ones who were confused with his actions.

Turning away with one motion that was fast and done with a mere second he moved on to the other side of the room with his feet taking him to the door to leave the Commander who had the audacity to accuse the girl he now knew better than anyone else that wasn't Marco or Jean. His hand touched the knob, and turned it only slightly with his hand moving the door open so he slip through and leave with ease. Erwin was still puzzled with how he was acting. Levi never acted out, and he usually agreed with everything Erwin said, but this time it was the polar opposite.

He had already visited for the day, so he began to make it to his office. He walked making sure that he wouldn't run into anyone else to make him blow a fuse. As he name it to the door of his actual office, the one that was for him, and not one he used to observe the cadets in the 104th corps. The door opened with his force, and he moved in to sit down on the couch type place where she would lay down sometimes.

"Shitty brat."

He told the air, as he remembered that in a day she would be tried as a human if she woke up, but if she didn't she'd be tried as a dead person. He stood up, and began to walk to the desk to pull out the journal to write about another day that she missed due to her carelessness. His hand made it to the bind of the journal, and his fingers began to swipe to find the page that was available for him use. He found a blank page, with nothing written on it as he found his ink and his quill. When he wrote in the journal he didn't sit down on his desk. He sat where she sat down when he made her paperwork, and it made him express himself so freely, he understood why Y/N picked the spot.

Day XX

If you're reading this you're still asleep in a coma state, like the idiot you are for getting yourself in this situation. Nothing important happened except for the fact that when I was doing paperwork there wasn't a brat there to bother me to help me. There was something that made me blink twice. Someone delivered me a pendant that was green and purple, and a ring that was red and blue. They said that it was to be delivered to me to deliver it someone, but they didn't say who. The pendant looks like a 3 year old made it, and it looks dirty, but I tried cleaning it and it wouldn't work. I wonder if you know who this is, because I noticed you have one like it, but the opposite colors. Other than that it looks like someone professional made it from yours but not this one. It looks horrible, and it made me think about your brother again. I heard the news about his death too. I didn't know him as a cadet as much as you, but it reminded me that you're going to wake up with a dead brother. Marco died with honor, and pride, and loyalty under his belt, Bott. You should be honored that he was your sibling. As much as a shitty person you are, he was a lot like you like I hear. But enough of that sad bullshit.

Another thing is that you're going to get tried to be associated with the wall attack, and I have no power to stop it. Erwin, told me a couple of minutes ago, and there is nothing that he could do something about it. Eren is also getting a trial in his favor for being such a brat. It's happening tomorrow, and awake or not you're going to have the trial. You're so fucking screwed, and it's your fault.

Just wake up, Y/N.

28 notes · View notes