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Guardian Angel

Chapter 10: MacGyver

Summary: Wanda and Monica hurry to Rome to save the team from San Castillo's catacombs while you anxiously wait for news about Wanda and your newfound family.

Warnings: Mentions of injury, asthma, anxiety

Word Count: 8k

A/N: The latest chapter of Guardian Angel is the longest yet. Thanks to everyone who's reading! I'm excited about where the story is headed, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Tony slowly opened his eyes, but all he could see was darkness. The faceplate of his Iron Man helmet slid open, and he heard the dripping sound of condensation. The only indication that he was still alive.

Steve stirred next, feeling the damp air and touching the hard stone floor. He started crawling on all fours and ripped off his oxygen mask, coughing as small pebbles from the drop scraped against his skin.

“Buck, come on. There you go.” Steve tapped his friend's cheek as he started to come around. “Wow,” Barnes gasped as he looked back up at the height of the drop.

Yelena crawled towards Natasha, her face and arms stained with dirt and blood. Despite the pain in her wrist, she began moving the small pile of rubble that had buried her older sister's lower body.

“Are you okay, sestra?” Her voice was muffled under the oxygen mask, but she managed to ask.

Nat slowly sat up and let out a hiss as the pain in her right leg began to hit her. Looking down, she noticed a gash spanning the length of her lower leg, visible through her suit. Although the cut wasn't deep, it was enough to cause her discomfort.

All around them, there was an eerie silence that sent shivers down their spines. The darkness was so thick they could barely see anything beyond a few feet.

Carol quickly sprang into action, helping Peter and Kate to their feet, while Sam and Clint sputtered and coughed as they crawled out from behind a chunk of stone slab covered in a cracked fresco painting that had fallen along with them. The sound of the debris crashing against each other had been deafening, and it had taken them a few moments to get their bearings.

Thor was the last to appear, tossing rubble and rocks aside like Legos. His strength and determination were evident as he worked to clear the wreckage.

“Is everyone alright?” Steve asked the team.

A smattering of grunts and mumbles floated out of the team in response. Everyone was nursing a modicum of injuries, but somehow, all were alive.

"FRIDAY, can you give me an IR scan of the space?" Tony's voice echoed through the underground catacombs.

FRIDAY's response was unexpected. "This is not part of the previously mapped subterranean pathway, boss."

Tony's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean? Are there any air currents?"

"This catacomb is not accessible to the general public. Therefore, no air currents were constructed at this depth," FRIDAY replied.

Steve had a sudden realization, "How much oxygen is left in the masks?"

"Undeterminable, Captain,” FRIDAY said.

Panic set in as the realization hit them - they were running out of oxygen. "Maria, can you hear me?" Nat urgently called out through her comms, hoping for a response. But all she got was static. "Is comms working for anyone?" she asked, looking around for a glimmer of hope, but no one could get through.

Not waiting for further instruction, Carol swiftly flew up the shaft. The team could hear the distant sound of energy blasts as scattered debris and water droplets fell from above. She returned shortly after, displaying an air of calm anxiety similar to Natasha's.

"We fell at least one hundred feet," Carol reported, removing her oxygen mask. "The top of the shaft narrows, and the passage is blocked by rubble from the fall."

Thor looked around in frustration, "This is ridiculous," he lamented. "I'm getting us the hell out of here," he declared as he started to spin Mjölnir.

But Bruce quickly stopped him. "No, don't you remember what Friday said before the fall?" he said, grabbing Thor's forearm. A core reactor holds the tunnel together. We have no idea what is behind the energy surges. Introducing thunder into the mix could collapse the entire catacomb."

Thor's face contorted in exasperation, "So what do we do now?" he asked, the tension rising.

*^~^*

“How far out are we?" Wanda inquired.

The low and gentle hum emanating from the Quinjet reverberated through the atmosphere as it soared through the endless expanse of the bright blue sky.

"Just a few minutes. Their trackers are still active, but I can't say how long they'll stay online," Monica replied, glancing down at the GPS display.

Wanda wasn't sure what to say. This was the first time she and Monica had been alone together since the events in Westview. Despite the hug they had shared on the loading dock, Wanda wasn't sure where they stood. However, she couldn't bear to dwell on what they might find when they arrived in Rome. She needed a distraction.

"So... how have you been since, well, since..." Wanda began.

"Since you trapped Westview, New Jersey in an idyllic suburban illusion of your grief and turned me into a photon," Monica finished for her, raising an eyebrow.

Wanda buried her face in her hands, feeling embarrassed. "In a manner of speaking, yes," she mumbled.

"I've been okay. After the Hex was dismantled, Fury sent for me. I was recruited into S.A.B.E.R. I've been shuttling back and forth between Earth and the space station for the last year," Monica explained.

Wanda nodded in understanding, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions as she absorbed Monica's words. After a moment, she turned to face her. "Listen, I-"

"You don't need to say anything, Wanda. You already apologized, and I meant what I said that day. I understood how you felt, and given the circumstances and your powers, I would have tried to bring my mom back, too," Monica said, her voice filled with empathy.

Wanda nodded in recognition and gratitude, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders.

"Now, I have a question for you," Monica said. "What's the deal with you and Y/N?"

"Our meeting was pure luck, and now... now I can't imagine my life without Y/N. Losing Vis was a turning point in my life. The world around me crumbled, leaving me and my boys vulnerable and exposed. But I had to be strong and protect them, even if it meant building a fortress around my heart. But Y/N, she shattered the fortress the moment our eyes met. It's weird; sometimes it feels like Vision sent Y/N to me, you know? Like she's my guardian angel."

"That's amazing, Wanda. I'm so happy for you,” Monica declared.

"Approaching target landing zone. Cloaking technology initiated," FRIDAY announced.

*^~^*

Darcy seemed to have an unmatched familiarity with the Overwatch system—she navigated through it with precision and ease, almost as if she had designed and constructed it. You couldn't help but notice how meticulously she calibrated her equipment, making every adjustment with utmost care and attention to detail.

“What kind of data were you seeing before the fall?” Darcy asked.

“Mostly thermostats,” Maria said. “A core reactor holds together the stabilization of the tunnel structure.”

At this point, they could have been speaking a foreign language. You were having difficulty washing off the shock of the last few hours. You were also worried about Wanda putting herself in danger to rescue everyone.

“Why were they all on this mission, anyway?” Darcy continued. “Jack Sparrow doesn't usually push all his Poker chips into the middle of the table for surveillance.”

Maria pulled up the mission file on the screen, "In the city of Rome, there are more than sixty catacombs composed of miles of underground tunnels in which thousands of tombs are found. Currently, only 5 of them are open to the public. For the last month, we have received some unusual readings from the Catacombs of San Callisto. It spans five floors and more than 12 miles in length,” Maria continued. “Despite our best intelligence, we were unsure about what we were walking into because it wasn't publicly accessible. Fury wanted us to be prepared for any contingency."

Darcy caught sight of your zoned-out expression. “Hey, Y/N, you okay over there?”

“Yeah, I just,” you trailed off. “I mean, I make candy for a living. The most dangerous thing I encounter in my day is Harper forgetting to turn off the stove,” you said, starting to get worked up.”

“Y/N,” Maria said, seeing your anxiety rising.

“I just watched the Avengers fall to God knows where, and my girlfriend just left to try and rescue them with her magical powers…. What the hell is my life?”

“Y/N, it’s going to be okay,” Maria repeated as she and Darcy approached you.

“How can you possibly know that? This is fucking terrifying!” You shouted. “What if we never see any of them again?”

As you were spiraling into a state of panic, Darcy's hand came down hard and made contact with your cheek, jolting you back into the present moment.

“You were spiraling,” Darcy said, patting you on the back with a smile. “All good now.”

Y/N," Maria said as she placed her hands on your shoulders and looked you in the eyes while you rubbed your cheek. "Everything will be alright. Their trackers are still sending signals, and I just received an update on everyone's vital signs. They're in distress, but they're still stable. Wanda and Monica will find them.”

After a deep breath, you said, "I'm sorry, Maria. I don't know how you guys do this every day,” wiping your hand across your face. “With Natasha down there, I don't know how you're holding it together."

“I’ve been doing this for a long time, and if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that Nat doesn’t give up. If anything, this entire ordeal has pissed her off, and she’s even more of a fighter when she’s angry,” Maria said.

You glanced at your watch. "Shoot,” you sighed. It's almost 3 p.m. I have to go pick up Billy and Tommy from school. Please call me as soon as you know anything.”

*^~^*

As you arrived at the boys' school, a sense of nervousness washed over you. You had only met Billy and Tommy once before, and you weren't quite sure what to say to them. You remembered Wanda’s request not to go into detail about the reason for her unplanned departure, so you were hesitant about how to approach the conversation.

Within just a few minutes of your arrival, the sixth-grade class began to come out of the building. It didn't take long for you to spot the twins, carrying their backpacks and books, scanning their surroundings for you.

You called out, "Boys, over here!" Billy and Tommy ran towards you.

“Hi, Y/N, how come you’re picking us up today?” Tommy asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Yeah, where’s our mom?” Billy added, looking a bit confused.

“Your mom had to go on a last-minute mission with the rest of the team,” you said, trying not to go into too much detail. “So, she asked me to look after you boys until she gets back. Is that okay with you?”

Billy and Tommy looked at each other, seemingly communicating a message without words, and then turned back to you with a nod. You couldn't help but wonder if they had some secret twin language that only they knew. Either way, you were relieved they seemed alright with you taking care of them.

It felt odd stepping foot in Wanda’s home without her. It was your first time there, and the absence of her presence made the atmosphere feel eerie. However, you took a deep breath and tried to shake off the feeling, reminding yourself to focus on Billy and Tommy.

Once settled, you asked, “Okay, so what do you guys usually do first when you get home from school?”

Tommy and Billy stood in the kitchen, looking up at you with hopeful eyes. "Well," Tommy began tentatively, "Mom usually lets us play video games after school."

Billy nodded eagerly, adding, "And then we have ice cream. It's our favorite snack."

You couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm. "I see," you said, playing along with their little routine. "And after video games and ice cream, you'll probably get started on your homework, right?"

At this, Tommy's face fell. "We don't have any homework," he admitted sheepishly.

You chuckled, leaning back against the counter. "Listen, boys," you said, adopting a more earnest tone. I know we don't know each other very well yet, and you're probably thinking this is a free-for-all. But you should know I invented the 'I don't have any homework' line," you said, placing your hand on your chest. "I was a kid once, too, you know."

“It was worth a shot,” Billy said.

Why don't you two bring your homework out here, and I’ll fix us a snack in the meantime?” You suggested.

“Okay,” they said in unison before clambering down the hall.

You shook your head at their cheekiness and set about preparing a snack. You sliced up some crisp apples, added a dollop of creamy peanut butter, and poured some refreshing lemonade.

After spending some time helping the boys with their homework, which turned out to be more challenging than you remembered, you decided to tidy up around the house. As you walked into the living room, your attention was immediately drawn to the family photo on the wall. Vision stood tall and robust, with Wanda's arm around him, while Billy and Tommy grinned from ear to ear. The image was a gentle reminder of her life before you. Rather than jealousy, you felt a deep empathy and sorrow for all the hardships and heartbreaks she had endured.

You couldn't help but wonder if Wanda was okay right now. If they were all okay.

*^~^*

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, a soft glow began to spread across the ancient cobblestones of the Appian Way. The air was still and quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the distant chirping of birds. The surrounding landscape was bathed in a golden light, casting long shadows stretching across the fields and trees. Amidst this stillness, the Quinjet lay concealed in a nearby field. Wanda and Monica walked down the cobblestone path and made their way through the Arch of Dursus, their footsteps echoing in the quietness of the night. The entrance of the San Callisto catacombs suddenly materialized, rising from the ground like an ominous apparition.

The iron gate had been meticulously re-welded shut—Tony’s standard attempt at not drawing suspicion after they entered. Wanda’s hand began to swirl in red.

“I got it,” Monica said, breaking the lock with electrifying blue energy.

The two women donned oxygen masks and walked down the stone stairs into the catacombs, their communications and body cameras crackling to life.

As they descended the steps, their feet moved steadily, one after the other. The count of each step eluded them as they were fully immersed in descending. As they reached the end of the stairs, the first of the tombs revealed itself, emerging from the darkness before them.

Do you feel anything?” Monica asked, “Anyone?”

Wanda shook her head, “Not yet.”

“We’re looking at 90 acres of catacombs to search, ladies,” Maria said over the comms.

“So, you know, it may take a minute,” Darcy added.

*^~^*

Yelena frustratingly turned to Tony, "Can't you fly us out of here? I thought Iron Man could do anything?"

Tony snapped, "Oh gee, I hadn't thought of that blondie. Thank God you finally mentioned it after five hours!"

Natasha intervened, "Take it down a notch, Tony."

Tony sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Don't you think if I could have flown us out of here, I would have done it by now? The energy surges compromised the calibration of the thrusters. FRIDAY is down, too.”

Sam nodded in agreement, "Same here. It's a complete multisystem failure."

Suddenly, Kate's voice echoed off the stone, "Help!!"

Peter dropped from the wall onto the floor, webbing still hanging loosely from the rocks. "I couldn't find any other openings."

Bucky added with a hint of sarcasm, "Terrific. Well, Steve, we died once; looks like it's going to stick this time," he lamented, as he pulled a small flask from inside his leather jacket and removed his oxygen mask.

“Bucky, stop,” Steve sighed.

Clint chimed in, "Hey, give me some of that," as he took a swig out of the flask.

The archer passed the flask to Thor, who reluctantly sipped,” Your human alcohol is so weak.”

Natasha stood and hobbled over to Bruce, the cut on her leg now causing her more significant discomfort.

“Do you want me to look at your leg?” Bruce cautiously asked.

“No,” Nat said, ripping off her oxygen mask. “I want you to get your green ass off that rock and go MacGyver something with Stark to get us the fuck out of here!”

“What’s a MacGyver?” Peter asked.

“It's not a what, it's a who,” Kate responded.

“I've never heard of him,” Peter continued.

“MacGyver is amazing!" exclaimed Kate, her excitement bubbling over. "He’s a super resourceful secret agent who uses his vast scientific knowledge to escape dangerous situations. He uses everyday items like matchsticks, paper clips, and rubber bands to complete his missions.”

Nat's voice echoed through the cramped quarters as she shouted, "Knock it off!" The two young Avengers quieted down immediately, their eyes fixed on her.

Steve took a deep breath and scanned the room, his eyes settling on each of his teammates in turn. "Look," he said, getting everyone's attention. "We don't know how long Wanda and Maria will take to find us, but we must assume they're close. That means we need to stay calm and do everything we can to conserve oxygen in this tiny space and our masks. We don't know what will happen next, but we're in this together, and we're going to make it through."

*^~^*

It had been an hour since the boys had gone to bed. Now that you were finally alone with your thoughts, you couldn't hold back the tears. Your mind was consumed with worry and fear, and you had not received any updates from Maria and Darcy. The silence was deafening, and the longer it persisted, the more scared and anxious you became.

You gazed at your phone, considering calling them, but decided against it. Instead, you wiped your eyes and scrolled through your camera roll, looking at pictures of you and Wanda that reminded youof your favorite memories together.

You suddenly felt like someone was watching you. You looked up and saw Billy poking his head around the corner.

"Hey, Billy. You okay?" you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Are you?" the young boy asked in return, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your thoughts are really loud."

It took you a moment to realize what he meant, but then it hit you. Of course, like his mom, Billy could hear other people's thoughts. You wondered how often he had to deal with that and how overwhelming it must be.

"I'm sorry, Billy," you said, trying to keep your thoughts in check. "I didn't mean to be so loud."

"It's okay," he said with a shrug as he joined you on the couch. "I'm used to it.”

You sat in silence for a few moments, unsure of what to say next. Then, you remembered why you were there in the first place.

"I'm just excited for your mom to come home," you said, trying to inject some positivity into the conversation.

"Same," he said, his face lighting up a little. He scooted closer to you on the couch. It was a small gesture, but it made you feel like maybe you were doing something right.

"You and Tommy love your mom a lot, don't you?" you asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah, she's amazing. She's always there for us," he explained with a smile.

"I can tell," you said, pulling a soft blanket off the back of the couch and placing it over Billy. "She talks about you and Tommy all the time. She's so proud of both of you."

"Really? What does she say?" Billy asked curiously, his eyes widening with interest.

"Well," you began, "she says you're both brilliant, funny, and sweet young men. She admires your sense of humor and your kindness towards others. Tommy is a great athlete, and you like to draw. She thinks you're a very talented artist."

"Mom told you that?" he said, surprised. "I didn't know she talked about us so much."

"Yes, she does. She loves you two very much," you replied, smiling at him warmly.

You followed Billy’s eyes as he stared at the family photograph you admired earlier. "I miss Dad," he said. "Tommy does, too."

"I know you do," you replied. “I’m sorry.”

"We were happy in Westview," Billy said, fidgeting with his hands just like Wanda. "Then, one day, we woke up, and Dad was gone and Mom said we had to go."

"That must have been difficult," you said softly.

"Yeah, at first it was tough," Billy continued, "but then we came here. Mom got Uncle Tony to build us this cool house, and we have a lot of fun.”

You couldn't help but smile as he talked about Wanda. "Your mom is the coolest person I know," you said, and Billy beamed with pride.

"You miss her too, don't you?" he asked, and you felt a pang of longing in your heart.

"You're good, kid," you said with a smirk as you ruffled his hair. "Yes, I miss your mom very much."

“She talks about you too, you know,” Billy mentioned.

Your surprise showed on your face. "Really?" you asked.

"Yeah," he said matter-of-factly. "She says you make her happy, and you make the best chocolate in the world."

You giggled at the compliment, but then you noticed the time. It was almost 2 a.m. "I think we both could use some shut-eye, Billy. We want to be well-rested when your mom gets home."

"Okay," he agreed, climbing off the couch.

But before he left, you had an idea. "Hey, what do you say you and I and Tommy make brownies tomorrow as a treat for everyone when they get home?"

Billy's eyes lit up. "That would be awesome!"

"I think so, too," you said with a smile. "Okay, now, bedtime. Off you go."

Unexpectedly, the young boy hugged you goodnight, and you felt a warmth in your heart. "Thank you, Y/N. Goodnight," he said.

"Goodnight, Billy," you said.

*^~^*

Meanwhile, half a world away, Wanda and Monica ventured through the dark and musty catacombs. The eerie silence was only broken by the echo of their footsteps. They had been walking for hours with no sign of anyone. Suddenly, Maria's voice broke through their comms, sending chills down their spine.

“Our last point of contact was down this secondary tunnel just ahead,” she said.

Wanda's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area. "Watch your step," she warned. "If this is near where they dropped, we're on unstable ground."

As they continued, the walls around them became adorned with ancient symbols and paintings, marking Papal tombs. But their peaceful exploration was abruptly interrupted when Monica came to a sudden halt. "Stop," she said, sensing a change in the electromagnetic spectrum.

Wanda spun around to face her. "What is it?" She asked, her anxiety rising.

Before Monica could answer, the ground began to shake violently, throwing both women to the ground.

As the ceiling crumbled, debris rained down onthe two women. Acting quickly, Wanda summoned her powers to redirect the falling fragments away from them.

“Are you two okay?” Maria asked nervously.

“Yeah, we're okay,” Wanda said as she helped Monica to her feet. “What was that?”

Take a look around," Darcy pointed out. "Do you see those fissures along the walls? Someone is utilizing the catacombs as a natural storage space for geothermal energy. But there is something wrong with the core reactor. It's causing the structure to become destabilized.

Monica's voice trailed off as she tried to put her thoughts into words. "So, in other words, we're..." she hesitated, unsure.

Darcy picked up on Monica's hesitation and completed her thought. "Walking on eggshells. You need to find them, and soon.”

*^~^*

Clint, feeling a tad bit drunk from sipping from Bucky’s flask for the last few hours, began singing to himself, “Nobody knows the troubles I've seen.”

“No, we need to find some physical conductor for the thrusters! We can't use Thor or Danvers down here,” Bruce exasperated.

Clint, not paying attention to the conversation, continued his solo performance, “Nobody knows my sorrows.”

Tony suggested, “We could use Barnes’s arm,” side-eying the super soldier sitting against the wall.

Bruce momentarily thought about it and responded, “That could work. We could use the vibranium and cybernetic implant to hot wire the thrusters”.

“Nobody knows the troubles I've seen,” Clint shamelessly continued.

Bucky, who had been quietly listening, pulled down his oxygen mask so that only his eyes were visible and said, “Come try to take it; I dare you.”

“No one at all!” Clint finally finished singing. Natasha gently coaxed her best friend back into a sitting position beside her and Carol.

Nearby, Yelena, Peter, and Kate sat on the ground. Kate’s head rested in Yelena’s lap, doing her best to clean the cut on the young archer’s forehead.

"Ouch!" exclaimed Kate, her voice muffled by the oxygen mask.

Yelena had attended to Nat's leg gash and now turned to the cut on Kate's forehead. She took out a disinfectant wipe from her vest pocket and dabbed the wound gently.

“Stop moving, and it won't hurt so much, Kate Bishop,” Yelena said, trying to hold her still.

Suddenly, the sound of Peter wheezing broke the blonde's concentration away from Kate's forehead.

"Woah, are you okay, spider?" Her voice was filled with concern as the boy tore off his oxygen mask.

Peter gasped between every word and said, "I don't know, I can't,” he sputtered. “Catch my breath."

Kate sat up nervously, "Hey, what's happening? Where is your inhaler, Peter?"

Peter's voice strained, and his breaths became shorter as he said, "On the jet."

Bruce took charge of the situation, moving Peter into a sitting position against the wall. He placed an ear to his chest and frowned at the raspy, short breaths.

"Peter, look at me," Bruce said gently as he held the boy's face. "Are you certain that you don't have a rescue inhaler with you?"

He shook his head, his eyes filled with fear as each breath became more labored.

Tony quickly turned to Steve and said, "Help me out of the suit."

Steve was confused and asked, "What?"

"FRIDAY is down. I need you to get it off me, do it!" Tony's voice exclaimed anxiously.

Steve found the central seam of the Iron Man suit and tried to pull the chest plate apart, but it wouldn't budge.

"Buck, Thor, help me!" Steve shouted.

The sound of Peter's shallow breaths was drowned out by the metal bending as Bucky and Thor worked to free Tony from his suit.

"It's going to be okay, Peter. Stay with us," Sam said, as he and Carol did their best to keep him calm.

Peter's vision began to blur as his breathing was reduced to a squeak.

"Shit!" Bruce exclaimed, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Tony quickly stepped out of the broken pieces of his suit just as Peter was about to lose consciousness. He reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a rescue inhaler. He shook it several times before removing the cap as Nat lowered Peter’s head into her lap. Tony tilted the puffer slightly, angling it down his throat as he gave two puffs into his mouth.

"Slowly breathe in, kid," Tony instructed. "One, two, three, four, five."

Tony administered two more puffs of the inhaler before Bruce listened to Peter's chest and confirmed his breathing had improved.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark," Peter whispered as his lungs began to open up. "Where did you get that inhaler?"

From Aunt Mae. It was one of her conditions for you to join the team. I always have it on me," Tony explained.

"You broke your suit," Peter realized.

"It's an easy fix, kid. You're not," Tony smirked.

Peter continued to use the inhaler as Tony kissed his forehead and walked away, his hands trembling.

Kate and Yelena comforted Peter while Bruce examined him.

"You're okay, Peter," Bruce said. "Continue using the inhaler, and when you feel up to it, put your oxygen mask back on." He picked up Peter’s mask, but his eyes widened with anxiety. The gauge was empty, and the light had turned red.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked.

"The mask is out of oxygen," Bruce whispered.

"I'll give you mine," Carol offered, taking off her mask and giving it to Peter.

"Thanks, Carol," Peter said as he continued to use the inhaler.

Steve pulled Bruce to one side. “Be honest with me, Bruce. How much time do we have left?”

"It's hard to say. With Peter's preexisting medical condition, he may have been using more oxygen than the rest of us. I'll check the other masks, but with so many people in this small space—”

“Bruce,” Steve said solemnly.

“An hour. Maybe,” Banner conceded.

*^~^*

Instantly, an avalanche of disordered thoughts rushed into Wanda's mind, emanating from Peter. The intensity of his anxiety was so profound that Wanda had to cling to the wall of the tunnel to steady herself. Overwhelmed with relief and anguish, she burst into tears. It was as if Peter's distress was contagious, and his emotions threatened to engulf Wanda's consciousness. His mind was a chaotic maze of thoughts, all leading to the same inescapable conclusion: they were all going to die.

Monica's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Wanda, what is it?"

Wanda had to grab the side of the wall for support. "Peter. I can feel him; he's close."

It was as if Peter’s thoughts broke the dam, and one by one, the desperation and fear of her teammates came through. But soon, it was replaced with something else entirely: acceptance. They seemed resigned to their fate, and Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

“This way,” Wanda said as the two women doubled back.

A dark tunnel forced the two women to duck as they crawled through it. As they forced their way through the ancient passage, they were relieved when it opened into a larger space—rubble scattered everywhere and the feeling of uneven ground underneath their feet.

Maria's voice echoed through the comms, "What do see?"

Monica took a deep breath and replied, "It's much cooler in here." The air around them was refreshing, starkly contrasting the humid air in the rest of the catacomb.

Wanda knelt and placed her hand on the ground, feeling the dampness seeping through her fingers. "The ground is damp, too," she added.

Darcy's ears perked up at their report, and her eyes widened. “This is it! If the water sinks into the ground, it's coming out somewhere.”

Monica took notice of the uneven gravel. “Don’t move,” she said as she phased through the ground, leaving Wanda alone with the team’s thoughts in her head.

*^~^*

Bruce, true to his word, carefully examined all the oxygen in the ten remaining masks. Unfortunately, five more had depleted, leaving the group with only five masks to share. They sat in a circle and passed the masks around, agreeing on five-minute turns, but the adults made sure Yelena, Kate, and Peter had the masks on for a bit longer without saying anything.

As they breathed heavily and coughed occasionally, it became apparent that the air was running out. Suddenly, a low rumbling sound made everyone scramble to the walls. Yelena instinctively reached out for Natasha, who was struggling to stand on what was now most likely an infected cut in her leg.

"Cover your head!" Steve shouted, not sure if it was another energy surge or if the catacombs were finally caving in.

Suddenly, Monica dropped through the stone ceiling and landed on Carol, causing her to grunt in pain. Monica quickly stood up, dusting herself off and helping Carol to her feet.

Kate screamed in relief, "Oh my God, it's Monica!!" and hugged her. Yelena tried to pry Kate off Monica while everyone else watched in surprise.

"You found us," Carol said, hugging her next.

"Actually, Wanda found you,” Monica said as she held Carol. “She heard Peter's thoughts," turning to the young Avenger.

"Thank you for having asthma, you wonderful little arachnid!" Clint said, kissing Peter on the cheek.

"Umm, you're welcome," Peter replied.

"Wanda is here?" Steve asked.

"I knew she could do it," Natasha said under her breath, recalling the day Wanda returned to the compound.

"Wanda," Monica said, pressing her comms closer to her ear. "You were right, they're down here."

"Are they alright?" Wanda asked, her voice a mix of anxiety and relief.

"More or less," Monica responded, looking around at the sweaty, exhausted, and dirt-covered group. "When I give the word, you do your thing."

"Got it," Wanda replied.

"Everyone move away from the center," she instructed.

After ensuring that everyone was safe, she issued the command, "Alright, Wanda. Now.”

The redhead stood still, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Her hands and eyes began to emit a bright red glow, almost like they were on fire. As she closed her eyes, your words echoed in her mind.

“The magic that courses through you is the true measure of who you are, Wanda. Don't let a single mistake define you or your legacy."

She focused her energy and channeled her magic to lift the endless amount of heavy rubble that blocked the narrow shaft. As she lifted the debris, the sound of rocks and debris tumbling down from above echoed through the small space. The team looked up as they saw a faint ray of light piercing through the small opening over a hundred feet above them.

Wanda's heart pounded as she floated down, eager to reunite with her family. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Natasha enveloped her in a warm embrace. "No arm tied behind your back anymore," she whispered, her words full of relief.

Tears filled Wanda's eyes as she nodded, overwhelmed with emotion. Then, Tony stepped forward and hugged her tightly. "I can't even tell you how happy I am to see you, Red," he said, his voice filled with genuine joy.

"Same here, Tony," Wanda replied, a smile spreading across her face.

But their reunion was cut short by Maria's voice crackling over the comms. "You can all exchange pleasantries on the way home; time to rejoin the above-ground dwellers," she said briskly.

Wanda quickly wiped away her tears and, with a wave of her hand, conjured a ladder leading out of the shaft.

After Wanda and Monica checked the stability of the ladder, Bucky, Clint, Sam, Thor, and Carol led the way up. Monica offered her assistance to anyone who needed it.

"Does anyone need a lift?" Monica asked, glancing around at the group.

Tony immediately pointed to Peter, who quickly protested, "What? No, not necessary, Mr. Stark. I'm fine."

However, Tony was quick to dismiss Peter's objections. "Nice try, kid. Your asthma almost killed you. Let the Photon carry you. That's an order," he said, picking up the broken chest plate of his suit and ascending the ladder.

Peter reluctantly acquiesced. "Fine," he grumbled, "but no one tells MJ.”

Monica picked Peter up bridal-style and flew up the shaft, ensuring that he made it to the top safely.

Natasha leaned on Yelena and Kate for support as she hobbled toward the ladder.

"May I offer you a lift?" Wanda asked with a smirk, knowing that Nat would be hesitant to accept help from anyone.

"Do I look like Peter?" Nat replied sarcastically, trying to shrug off the offer.

Wanda's smirk turned into a concerned expression as she noticed the pain she was in. "No, but your leg looks pretty bad, and I have someone on the line who wants to speak with you," she explained, handing Nat her comms earpiece.

Nat begrudgingly grabbed it, knowing precisely who would be on the other end. She put it on and said, "Hi, Maria.”

Maria's voice echoed through the earpiece. "Natalia Alianovna Romanoff! I can see your leg on their body cameras. Let Wanda help you, or I swear to God, you are sleeping on the couch until it heals," she shouted in a stern tone.

Natasha let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that Maria was right. She reluctantly handed her earpiece back to Wanda and nodded in agreement.

"Have a nice conversation, did you?" Wanda teased, noticing the annoyed expression on Natasha's face.

"Shut up, and get me out of here," the Black Widow grumbled.

"Good choice," the redhead said with a smile as she used her magic to lift Natasha out of the shaft. She then turned her attention to Yelena and Kate and gestured for them to follow. "After you."

The last one to leave, Steve smiled broadly at Wanda, his dirt and blood-covered face unable to conceal his immense pride in her.

“Are you going to give me some big hero speech, Cap?” Wanda asked, half-joking.

"Maybe later," Steve replied with a sigh. "But for now, all I want to do is this." He wrapped his arms around Wanda, pulling her close. "Welcome back, Wanda," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Night had descended upon Rome by the time the team finally boarded the Quinjet. Monica took control of the jet and put it on autopilot, allowing her and Wanda to attend to everyone's injuries. The mood was somber as they tended to the team.

"No more underground missions!" Sam declared loudly, wincing in pain as Wanda wrapped his shoulder. "I mean it. If we need to go underground, Fury can send in the incredible shrinking Scott or use Red Wing. I was chasing ghosts down there, and we still don't know what the hell was going on."

Monica tried to reassure him. "You were probably just hallucinating from a lack of oxygen," she said.

Ha! Probably!" Sam responded, his tone skeptical. "See, that's not exactly comforting. Steve, I need you to make sure this is included in the mission report. We can't afford to overlook any potential threats."

Looking around at the team, Steve agreed with Sam. "I think we could all use some rest first though," he suggested. "We can reconvene in the morning and go over everything in more detail.”

*^~^*

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing on the coffee table. You had decided to sleep on the couch after Billy went back to bed, in case either of the boys woke up again. As you picked up the phone and saw Maria's name on the screen, your heart skipped a beat.

Anxious and nervous, you answered the call, "Maria? Have you heard anything?”

Maria's response brought tears to your eyes, "They're all safe. A bit bruised and battered, but alive. ETA is about 2 hours."

Relieved and grateful, you could feel a weight lifted off your chest. "Oh, thank God… and Wanda?"

"She was amazing, Y/N. You would’ve been so proud," Maria's voice was filled with admiration.

You couldn't help the tears that fell down your cheeks. You asked, "So, what happens now?" while looking around the corner to make sure Billy and Tommy were still asleep.

"Well, they'll have a short debrief when they get back and presumably a visit to the med bay. But I know Wanda will want to see you and the boys ASAP," Maria explained.

You nodded, even though she couldn't see you, "Okay," you said while running your hand through your hair and looking at the clock. "We'll be there."

"Good, see you in a bit, Y/N," Maria said.

"Bye, Maria," you replied before hanging up the phone.

As you were putting the couch back together, Billy and Tommy, still in their pajamas, walked into the kitchen. You greeted them with a warm smile and said, "Good morning, boys! I have some good news for you - your mom is on her way home."

Tommy's face lit up with delight as he exclaimed, "Yes!"

Billy looked at you with curiosity and asked, "When will she be here?"

You checked your watch and replied, "In a couple of hours. I was thinking we could all meet her at the compound. What do you think?"

Both boys nodded eagerly, thrilled at the prospect of seeing their mother again.

Then, you added, "Cool! So, I was thinking, would you like to help me make some brownies to bring as a welcome-home treat for everyone? It's a very special recipe from The Candy Bar."

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for their response. The boys looked at each other, then back at you, with wide grins on their faces. "Yes, please!" they exclaimed in unison.

As you stepped into the kitchen, you were struck by the state-of-the-art sound system that Tony had built into the house. You paired your phone with it and turned on your “Baking playlist” to set the mood for your baking session. Billy and Tommy sat at the kitchen island, eagerly awaiting their tasks. You laid out all the ingredients for your fudgy chocolate brownies on the sleek granite countertop, admiring how they gleamed under the overhead lights.

“Okay,” you said, clapping your hands together. “Tommy, you mix the dry ingredients, and Billy, you mix the wet ingredients.”

You couldn't help but grin as the boys rolled up their sleeves and got to work, their eyes fixed on the recipe book as they measured each ingredient with utmost care.

While the brownies were baking to perfection, you whipped up a decadent chocolate frosting that would add an extra layer of sweetness to the treat. The smooth, velvety texture of the frosting was the perfect complement to the chewy, chocolatey goodness of the brownies.

Once you finished frosting the brownies and placing them in the refrigerator, you checked the clock and said, "Okay, why don't you guys get showered and dressed? You want to look your best for your mom."

In perfect unison, they responded, "Okay." That's when Tommy suddenly zipped away and returned in a split second, ready to go.

"Whoa! That was fast," you said, impressed.

"I know, right? I have super speed, just like our Uncle Pietro!" Tommy proudly announced.

"Ah, your mom has told me a bit about him," you replied, nodding in understanding.

"Well, that's why I'm so awesome at sports!" Tommy exclaimed with a huge grin.

"Actually, that's not true," Billy interjected. "Mom doesn't want him to use his powers while playing."

"Ugh, don't listen to him. Sometimes I use them when she isn't looking," Tommy said, a mischievous look creeping across his face.

"What?! I'm going to tell Mom!" Billy shouted, looking outraged.

"You will not!" Tommy said, pushing his brother playfully.

"Hey, hey, hey!" You stepped between them, breaking up their squabble. "Billy, you can go get ready, and Tommy, how about you help me pack the brownies?"

"Fine," Billy grumbled.

"Okay," Tommy said with a nod.

*^~^*

As you entered the compound, you were informed that the team had already finished their debriefing and were receiving post-mission examinations and oxygen treatments in the med bay, as per Fury's orders. You and the boys patiently waited outside the medical facility, observing as doctors and nurses went in and out.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally caught a glimpse of Wanda. The sight of her filled you with joy, and you couldn't help but smile. Wanda was scanning the room before her eyes landed on you and the boys. The twins' excitement was palpable as they ran towards Wanda with unbridled enthusiasm.

Wanda hugged Billy and Tommy tightly, kissing the tops of their heads. You hung back, holding the Tupperware full of brownies, not wanting to impose on their family reunion.

“I missed you boys so much!” Wanda said, kneeling to hug them.

“We missed you too,” Tommy replied.

“Yeah,” Billy agreed, “but we had a great time with Y/N. She's so much fun, and we made brownies for everyone, see?” pointing back at you.

Wanda glanced back at you, and her eyes lit up with joy upon seeing you standing there. “Hello, my love. I missed you too," she said, pulling you into a warm embrace, and giving you a soft kiss on the lips, which made you blush.

“You brought everyone home,” you said, repeating the words you spoke to her before she left. “I knew you could do it,” you said, as you both tried to hold back tears in the middle of the med bay.

Lost in the moment, Tony's voice brought you back to reality. "Aww! Look at the lovebirds," he exclaimed. You saw Stark walking towards you, holding Pepper’s and Morgan’s hands. He looked a bit worse for wear than the last time you saw him, with a limp, butterfly stitches above his eyebrow, and a cut on his cheek.

You hugged all three of them. "Mmmm, what do we have here?" Tony asked. "Very nice! I don't remember you making brownies for me when I came home from a mission,” turning to his wife.

Pepper shot back, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a little busy running your entire company. If you want brownies, make them yourself."

Natasha appeared next, being pushed in a wheelchair by Maria, followed by Yelena and Kate. Natasha's lower right leg was heavily bandaged, "Oh, Nat, are you okay?" you asked.

"I'm fine," she said, reassuringly smiling as you leaned down to embrace her. "This is all just precautionary."

Maria chimed in, "Right, that’s why Dr. Cho also gave us precautionary antibiotics," doing air quotes, and you couldn't help but laugh at her comment.

"My sister has always been stubborn," Yelena said as she and Kate joined the group. The blonde adjusted the brace on her wrist before hugging you and grabbing two brownies.

"Yeah, you should have seen her down there," Kate added. "It was like the Black Widow on steroids," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around you.

"What was that, Bishop?" Nat asked, giving Kate a suspicious look.

"Nothing," Kate responded nervously. "Would you like a brownie?"

"Mmhm, that's what I thought you said," Nat smirked as she took the brownie.

*^~^*

You joined the team for dinner but retired early to your room, wanting to give the group some space to decompress after a traumatic mission. While resting on your bed, a knock on your door caught your attention, and Wanda poked her head inside.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Were you sleeping?” she asked.

“No, just resting my eyes,” you replied as you sat up with a yawn.

Wanda joined you on the bed, giggling. “Yeah, that's how I usually feel at the end of the day with the boys, too.”

You wrapped your arms around her and kissed her cheek. “The boys were great. It was nice to spend more time with them.”

“They feel the same way, love. To quote them, Y/N is super cool,” Wanda smirked.

“Super cool. I should put that on my business card,” you joked.

“Seriously, Y/N. Thank you. I know two 11-year-old boys are a handful, and I put you in a challenging position, but it means so much to me that I can trust you.”

As soon as the word "trust" was uttered, memories of your parents' dubious actions over the remains of Sokovia and your conversation with Tony flooded your mind. The weight of the past seemed to take its toll on you, and your anxiety was on full display, which the redhead must have picked up on.

Wanda glanced at you with concern etched on her face. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice laced with tenderness and care.

You tried your best to put on a reassuring smile and push the nagging thoughts out of your mind. "I am now that you're home," you replied softly.

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Summary: One thing Steve should have learned when it came to Darcy Lewis, never give her ideas because she won’t ever let them go. After Pepper’s baby-shower Darcy finds Steve in the kitchen trying to get drunk, who would have ever thought that the conversation that would come would lead to her pregnant with Captain America’s baby? Not Darcy, and certainly not Steve.

Author: @rhiannon-a-christy

Note from submitter: I know the summary makes it sound like a one night stand and unplanned pregnancy is about to happen, but what actually happens is a convo about them both wanting kids but thinking it's never gonna happen for them, and deciding to work out the logistics of doing fertility treatments together to have a baby they'd co-parent as friends (but then as they plan all this, they do fall in love along the way and it's very sweet).

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The Avengers Initiative | Early 2010s [Marvel Phase 1 Fanfic]

Summary: Putting a team together isn’t always easy, but it’s always good to have a few helping hands. But the real question is, will this actually come?

Pairing: Jason UnderWood & Darcy Lewis, Rick Banner x Luna Marsh

Established relationship uncle and nephew: Tony Stark and Jason Underwood

Characters mentioned: Phil Coulson, Pepper Potts, Melissa Wallace, Rei Stark, Rochelle Romanoff and etc.

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It was a pair of months back to backs. Fury saw something shift in the air, he felt like time was running and the future needed heroes. Young and old. Ones to learn from one another and grow together as a team.

Nick felt a threat was coming soon.

But he also knew his so called heroes wouldn’t come falling out of the sky or so he thought?

He opened a cabinet and pulled out a stack of signed paperwork. One file said it all.

The Avengers Initiative.

The man held a small smirk behind his eyes. Danvers was already in space, and he knew she had a daughter. Michelle Danvers. She will be coming soon for sure. So that was off the hook, but he needed more players.

Rogers. Stark. Banner. Romanoff. Thor. Barton. His so called main players.

But it didn’t stop there. He needed the younger links there as well.

Any extra players he can get.

He had Agent Coulson and Agent May gather another list of people that SHIELD kept tags on. Theses teens and young adults came from different backgrounds and plenty of fields. But he knew they would be fit to rise up when needed.

Coulson had scouted the fields across the country, finding a pair of unlikely characters. A couple. Instead of distributing them, he slides the file underneath their door and walked out. He waited outside the apartment across the street at a cafe, with agents secretly surrounding the area for the pair to arrive home.

Rick Davidson. Last name Banner. He opened the door with his shy girlfriend Luna Marsh. They just did their small job downtown, finished getting groceries for the weekend and entered their home.

Luna was playing with her hair, removing her jacket but kept her sweater on due to the weather being a little chilly. She was chatting with her boyfriend. Suddenly her eyes narrowed downwards to the floor, seeing a file and raised an eyebrow.

SHIELD.

She gently flipped it open very slowly and being rather confused.

“Uh, Rick?” She asked looking up at him, placing the file on the table.

“Yeah, lovey?” He replied, looking over his shoulder almost done, putting the stuff away.

“What’s this? I feel like I heard of it..”

“Huh?”

Luna looked over the logo, feeling like she heard of it. Remembering her mother, who was Jersey getting her life together for them, telling her that SHIELD was a strong place. A protective order of people, if you were found, it meant luck.

Rick turned around to face Luna in confusion, before looking at the familiar sight of the file. SHIELD headquarters paperwork was in his hands. His father Bruce Banner, who was working across the world, told him about it.

He looked up at his girlfriend, telling her everything he knew about it. She nodded listening to him.

There was a chance for something new..

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Fury already sent Romanoff to keep an eye on the older Banner, meanwhile she was also keeping focus on her own daughter. Rochelle Romanoff, who was adopted by The Feltons. Along with her cousin, Liane Felton. She always knew something would go down soon.

A fallout for The Felton family.

Liane Felton didn’t have a true care in world, however she knew she was different. A mutant. She knew about an organization built for people like her. The women deep down a broken soul who needed a true perspective in life. A purpose.

Same things goes for Rochelle Romanoff, she was the black sheep of the family and she knew, but a part of secretly felt that there was a guardian angel looking after her. Secretly it was her own biological mother.

Knowing one day she will break out and make a stand.

And that day just so happens to be the day her family was destroyed. Sitting in the rumble of the house with shock and tears threatening to show, she found a folder with information beside her.

SHIELD.

She opened it gasping, seeing locked information of who she truly was. And she was right, she did a guardian angel. There was hope.

She just needed to wait now…

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Up in Stark Tower, days past. It felt like weeks since the party. But luckily they were home.

The view of Stark Tower was shining. The flooring was designed perfectly. But most of all, it was quiet.

Tony was building shipments for he can start creating new toys with his kid. Pepper was shopping downtown in the glitzy stores a few blocks away.

Jason sat in the living room with his grandnephew, Rei, watching a movie and eating popcorn. However the boy was more paying attention to the toolset in his hands. He was always in his little world.

The young teen was smart for his age, hell he had a freaking suit he started wearing to fly around in practice for gods sake!

Like father, like son. History repeats itself very well in that department. It made him proud honestly, but it also scared the shit out of him, Pepper and Winter. Two Starks flying around. Wow.

Rei snapped him out of his thoughts without looking up from the spot on the couch.

“Pops! Hello?! Your laptop is making noise again. Answer it!” Yelled Rei, rolling his eyes and glances at the movie.

“Huh? Yeah, thanks kiddo!” He replies, rushing over to his laptop that sat across from the couch.

The second Jason opened up his emails as he he raised an eyebrow. SHIELD. Don’t they know he’s trying to stay retired?! Hell, he was supposed to meet Darcy this weekend.

He stop to read the folder. It said The Avengers Initiative. He heard Tony mention it. Hell, Rei mentioned it plenty of times!

This time Nick Fury wants to push it further into their minds. He didn’t mind it too much, thinking it was actually a good thing. A band of heroes young and old to keep the future alive.

But what made him almost choke on his drink was the list.

It read from Stark to to Felton to Bishop and beyond!

His eyes did a double take reading the line. Steve Rogers—Captain FREAKING America—on the list?! Mother-trucker was alive?!

Hell there were rumors that even his best friend, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes is alive?!

Oh god, Coulson is going to have a field day about this…

“What is it?” Rei asked, looking over his shoulder, “No that a care too much but still.”

“Nothing. Just work.” Jason repiled, keeping himself relaxed about.

“Bullshit!”

“I told you not to say that word.”

“But you use it and so does my mom, so I can use it. What’s the plan?”

He knew the could would figure it out eventually, so he flipped the laptop over to him. Rei’s eyes doubled in size and blinked at the words in front of him, you couldn’t tell if he was in shock or kinda excited. He’s wanted by SHIELD.

“So. Does Dad know that he’s being officially recruited?” Said the teen.

“Nope, but he will find out soon I bet.” He replied with a sigh.

“Finally something i know before he does. Oh I’m gonna love seeing this surprise him..”

“Oh brother..”

~~~~~

The Lehnsherr siblings had it clear in their face. Meira was already off in her own world, working for SHIELD with her friends Melissa, Mia and Ji-Hoon. But Ethan and Cole were a whole different story.

Each found out there own way. Cole after a accident happened in front of his face thinking he screwed up huge.

Meanwhile, Ethan was at a cafe on the upper east coast when he landed in his face.

As if both brother could’ve been more right in that moment. Since the first words that came out of their mouths afterwards were..

“Shit.”

They were in for a wildcard of a ride.

But little did this knew this ride would lead to them working side by side, along with a group of future friends…

~~~~

When the trio found out, it was an unusual idea. Leo was out of his wheelchair taking class to help with his back with Thiego teaching him. Stella was frustrated watching her brothers, which was new to her, handle the whole situation smoother than she was.

It was crazy founding out that there was 3 of them?! But it was a honest joyful sigh of tears and soft smiles. It a magic number!

Leo was handing the rest and classes a bit better than she was. But can blame her? She felt bad about herself, a little jealous of them.

However Thiego encouraged his big brother and baby sister, even going as far to teach them magic to heal, with Wong’s help.

So it they felt the love all around.

One day after the classes and conversation, a stack of paperwork came in. All 3 siblings looked at one another confused, having a small short discussion about it after finding out what it was.

SHIELD.

They were in sight of something bigger than they expected…

~~~~

It list was long. So many of them found out different ways.

The young group consisted of Rei, Rick, Rochelle, Luna, Cole, Liane and Ethan.

The older group consisted of Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner and Clint Barton. The Strange Siblings included.

~~~~

Once everything was settled into place. They all came one by one. Most importantly the younger generation of future avengers arrived.

It was a long winded conversation full of shouts, confusion, glances and some laughter. A lot of them knew of or met each other on various occasions.

The organization took the decision to make it a different path. Having rented out a small hotel for all of them with separate rooms, places to shop, food to eat and most importantly to get to know one another.

The Young Avengers stood outside their rooms looking at the agents that were placed in front of them. All wearing causal outfits, but their IDs in their pockets.

Meira Lehnsherr, Amelia Parker, Melissa Wallace and Cho Ji-Hoon. There were other agents downstairs as well, but they seemed like they were the main four.

Mia cleared her throat awkwardly, “Hello everyone! Uh, um I’m Amelia and we’ll like to welcome you to um..ah shit i thought i had this rehearsed...”

Some of the Young Avengers chuckled and snorted at her fumbling over her words.

Meira chuckled, “What she meant to say, is that welcome to The Sandbox, people! Here you will have everything you need from beds to TV to food.”

“Exactly! We want all of you to be comfortable and get to know one another. I bet it will be rather fun.” Melissa added, going on to explain everything in full.

Ji-Hoon spoke up, “What she said! We will help you with everything you need here and so much more.”

Cole, Rick and Luna shared a small smile. Ethan leaned against the wall with his arms across and raising his hand, “Um, where would you guys be staying? And where the hell are the adults?”

Liane smiled and lightly scoffed, “We are all sorta adults here!”

Rick added, “You know what he meant. But where will you guys be staying?”

Melissa gladly answered, “Some of us are cross the hall from you guys and downstairs are the other half. As for the adults, they’re nearby so don’t worry.”

Ethan nodded and Rick shrugged, both finding it alright. Rei just shrugged as well. Rochelle smiled, walking over to Luna to start off a little conversation. The others either went to their rooms or started talking with one another.

It was hilarious really. Teens and young adults all stuck in a motel together, you can only imagine what happened that night!

Some found themselves sneaking into one another’s rooms to hang out and sleep. Meanwhile others bumped into each other in the hallway, getting lunch or dinner, some climbed to the roof to see the stars and it felt oddly enjoyable.

What happened next? You may wonder, that’s up for them to figure out.

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What Souls Are Made Of (Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis Soulmate AU)

A/N: Not betta’d, not proof read.

Soulmate Identifying Marks: the first words your soulmate speaks to you are tattooed on your skin.

Darcy frequented coffee shops almost every day. She always ordered an iced coffee, no matter the weather. In the 100 degree New Mexico heat or in the middle of a New York blizzard, never did she order a hot coffee. The reason for this quirk of hers? She didn’t want to scald her soulmate when she inevitably spilt coffee on them. Her soulmark, black script under her left clavicle, written with a penmanship that Darcy was awed over were the words “It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” She wasn’t one hundred percent sure that she’d meet her soulmate at a coffee shop, but that was the only logical explanation for how Darcy would ruin someone’s outfit, so she kept her fingers crossed and set aside an astronomical coffee allowance each month. When Darcy moved into the tower, Jane always teased her for bothering to walk the six blocks to the nearest coffee shop when Avengers Tower had it’s own coffee place only a few floors below them. She just always stuck out her tongue out at her best friend/boss on the way out the door.

Bucky didn’t have a soulmate back in the 40s. He was a blank, just like Steve, it was one of the reasons he and the punk bonded the way they did; they only had each other. Throughout his time as The Asset, he couldn’t remember ever realizing he had a mark. When your brain is being frozen and thawed over and over, memories turn into a haze of confusion. When he finally had come back to himself, falling from the Triskelion he filed it away for later, not wanting to think about the fact that he had a soulmate. Finally when his running was over, when he had obliterated every hidden Hydra base he had memory of, he found a safe house in the middle of nowhere and tried to put the pieces of his soul back together. His soulmark scared him, it rocked him to his core. Their placement wasn’t lost on him, words scrawled down his right forearm, his dominant hand, the hand he always shot with “You’re covered in blood”. He was terrified that somehow Hydra would find him, turn him back into their weapon, that the Soldier would meet his mate first, and he had no doubt of what the Soldier would do. Their inky black letters were the only reassurance Bucky had that he hadn’t already met them. That his soulmate was out there somewhere, alive and well. He prayed to a god he didn’t believe in, hoping he’d never meet them.

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Bucky hated going to his therapy sessions, he hated having to go meet with a government appointed shrink who he knew was more worried about cataloging every detail about his time with Hydra than they were helping him heal. But it was a requirement of his freedom, that he meet with a shrink once a month, to prove he was making progress, that he was no longer the monster he once was. He scoffed sardonically at the thought, he knew better. He would always be the monster they made him, it was always lurking in the back of his mind, waiting. But he pretended, he put on the black suit in his closet, showed up and told them what they wanted to hear, that he was cured, no longer the weapon he had been, trying to believe the lies himself. This day was no different, he was leaving Dr. Adam’s office blocks away from the tower and trying to calm himself. He counted to 10, breathing in and out slowly, trying to make the anger boiling up in him subside. He was tired of jumping through hoops, putting on the stupid government monkey suit, sitting through an interrogation every month. He still wasn’t free, not really, he had just traded one handler for another, no matter how Dr. Adams had tried to spin it. His head was spinning, he had to get away from the crowds and the noise on the street. He ducked into an alley, one he often used it to cut through to Stark’s gaudy building, ripping off his suit jacket and loosening his tie. He couldn’t breathe, he was suffocating. He started muttering to himself, repeating the grounding words Sam had taught him over and over again like a mantra. Bucky finally came back to himself, not knowing how much time had passed. His panic attacks always felt like they went on forever but usually they only lasted for a few minutes. They became shorter the more he used the techniques Sam had been teaching him. He ran his flesh hand over his face, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had appeared. Taking a deep breath he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket, glancing at the time, 2:08, he was late. He and Steve had planned to meet in the gym at 2:00. Working out and talking things out with Steve always helped after his therapy sessions. He cursed unlocking his phone to shoot Steve a text letting him know he was okay just running behind, when he heard a scream.

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Darcy knew a petite woman probably shouldn’t be cutting through alleys alone by themselves in New York City. It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the afternoon, nothing ever good happened in dark alleyways, even in downtown Manhattan. But she was running late, her favorite coffee place always closed at 2:30 for the afternoon, reopening around 5:00 pm for the after work crowd. She normally wouldn’t have cut it so close, but she and Jane had to catch a flight to New Mexico at 4:30, planning to observe a meteor shower in the middle of the desert, and she couldn’t miss it. According to Jane this shower only occurred once every 200 years, so she knew that if she was late Jane would kill her. Any sane person would just skip their coffee run, shrugging it off and go back tomorrow, but Darcy was not sane. What if today was the day she’d meet them? What if she didn’t go today and that was when fate had decided that it was time, and if she missed them what if she never got another chance? Meeting your soulmate was never a guarantee and Darcy was not taking any chances. So she prayed to Thor, shooting up a glance at the sky hoping Heimdall was watching and ducked into the alley.

Darcy wasn’t stupid, she kept her head on a swivel, she was halfway through the alley. It was long, cutting her commute by two blocks but she had never had any issues before so she hoped she wouldn’t today. She spotted the man sitting at the bottom of the fire escape before he saw her. He had a bottle of liquor in his hand, muttering to himself and then taking a deep swig from the bottle. She debated turning back, but something was nagging her to keep going. She stood up straighter, digging her hand into her messenger bag. She admonished herself when she realized in her haste leaving the lab that she had forgotten to make sure she had her taser. That would be the last time she let Stark tinker with her toys, her science bro hadn’t put it back in her bag like she had asked him to. But Darcy wouldn’t let herself panic, nothing had happened, she would just confidently walk past the man and be on her way. She suppressed her cringe when he noticed her walk by and catcalled her. She ignored him, head held high and increased her pace minutely.

“I was talking to you, bitch!” The man yelled, getting up from the fire escape.

Darcy knew she should’ve just kept walking, ignoring her indignation and keep her mouth shut, that would be the smart thing to do; but Darcy never considered herself smart.

She turned back, outraged at the audacity at this man. “And I was ignoring you, bitch!”

“The fuck you just say to me?” The man yelled walking towards her before bracing himself on the railing of the fire escape, clearly drunk.

“You heard me.” She said, turning and storming off, muttering about sexist repugnant assholes and their lack of respect. It was then when she was shoved from behind, slamming into the brick wall on her left. She let out a shout, she hadn’t heard the man come up behind her. She turned, laying a solid right hook into her assailant, she had been aiming for his jaw but she had underestimated how tall he was. The punch landed on his shoulder, making the man stagger back but it didn’t give her the advantage she needed.

She was shoved again hard against the brick, her head slamming back into the brick with a crack. The man was right on top of her, pressing her against the wall.

“You should watch your mouth Bitch. Wouldn’t want to piss off the wrong guy, never know what might happen. .” He sneered, pressing something cold into her abdomen, if she had to bet it was the end of a gun.

She wanted to scream, to panic, to blindly lash out at her attacker but a voice sounding strangely like a certain red headed Russian she knew told her to be calm, to take stock of her position, analyze what assets she had to her advantage. Her arms weren’t pinned to her sides but there wasn’t anything within arms reach. She knew she didn’t have the strength to fight him off outright, so she decided that running was her only option. If she could get in a good strike or two and then run, she should be able to escape and get help. She’d have to take him by surprise, but she could do it.

“You’re right.” She spoke softly, slowly raising her hands to her sides in surrender.

The man smiled “damn right, pretty girl like you shouldn’t talk like that, especially to a man.” He raised one hand to her face.

Darcy tried not to flinch away, focusing on how the movement exposed his face to her. Now was her chance. Natasha always told her that the eyes were a weakness, that when cornered she should use any weakness her attacker had to her advantage. So she struck, using her sharp nails to her advantage, gouging at her assailants eyes. He screamed, automatically reaching up to protect his eyes. The sudden movement made her vision swim, she definitely had a concussion. She shoved him then, trying to get him off of her enough so she could escape but his weight mixed with her incoordination from her head injury made it so he didn’t move very much. He pushed her against the wall again, and Darcy fought, panic finally taking over. She kicked out blindly, hoping to knock him off balance so she could escape.

She heard the gun go off before she registered the pain in her side. She slid down the wall, hands automatically going to where the bullet had lodge in her stomach. She watched her attacker run away, having enough energy to push the panic button hidden on her necklace as her vision grew black.

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Bucky was running before he realized it, he was so focused on the man running out of the alley that he almost ran past her. She was slumped against the brick wall, one hand clutching her side, the other holding on a pendant around her neck. She seemed vaguely familiar but he was unsure where he had seen her before, if he actually knew her or if she was just a random face in the crowd. He shook his head, as if he could shake the feeling that he knew the woman bleeding in front of him. He knelt, laying her body flat, leaning over her to check for a pulse. She was breathing thankfully. He placed pressure on the wound with his metal hand and grabbed his phone out of his pocket with the other, dialing Steve and putting the phone up to his ear before applying pressure with the other hand.

“Buck you’re—.” Steve answered but Bucky cut him off.

“Track my location, I need medical, one civilian, gunshot wound to the lower left abdomen, I’m not far from the tower.

Steve was gone, the voice of the Captain replacing him “Okay Bucky, they’re on the way, I’m headed your way too, ETA 2 minutes.”

Bucky straightened his head where it had been cradling the phone, letting it fall to the ground. He didn’t know the woman bleeding underneath him, but he would save her, he needed to save her.

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An extreme jolt of pain brought Darcy back to consciousness. She moaned and opened her eyes, squinting against the sunlight. There was a man above her, she panicked momentarily before she realized it wasn’t the same man that attacked her. He was on the phone, she heard him talking frantically, calling someone for help. She studied the man before her, the figure was blurry but she could make out some of his features. He was handsome, striking blue eyes and beautiful brown hair that was tied back into a man bun. She didn’t normally like longer hair on men but he pulled it off. His hair style was a contrast against his outfit, he was wearing black pants and a white button-down shirt. It was a shame he was covered in blood, why was he bleeding?

“You’re covered in blood.” Darcy spoke, raising a weak hand to poke the man on the chest. Another wave of pain radiated from her side and that’s when she looked down, noticing the man had both hands pressed to her side. She frowned then, she was bleeding, why was she bleeding? She ruined this man’s nice outfit. Tears sprang to her eyes then, she hadn’t meant to ruin his suit. A part of her knew that the last thing she should be worried about was this man’s clothes, she was literally bleeding to death, but the blood loss was getting to her and clearly making her brain a little insane.

“I ruined you outfit.” She said as she ran her hand down the mans front, as if she could wipe away the blood.

““It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” The man replied in a soothing tone. She hummed and blinked hard, trying to fight off the darkness. He had a nice voice, she thought as the world around her started to fade. It was warm and she was so very cold.

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Bucky was counting the seconds that went by since he talked to Steve. Two minutes, who knew 120 seconds could go by so slowly. At 51 seconds he pressed harder on the woman’s side, hoping he wasn’t pressing too hard but the blood was seeping past his palms. He heard the woman groan then, the excessive pressure and pain rousing her from her unconscious state. She was frowning up at him, a confused look painted on her face. She licked her lips and Bucky tried not to notice how nice her lips were, or that they were painted the same color of the warm liquid leaking between his fingers. His eyes were torn away from her face and to his chest where her small hand nudged his chest.

“You’re covered in blood” she spoke, the words sounding as if she was confused as to why that was.

Bucky inhaled sharply, her words setting off alarm bells in his mind. This injured woman bleeding out beneath him was his soulmate. She was his, and she was dying. He leaned on his army training to keep his fear at bay. His panic would not help either one of them, and he would help her, she would not die today, he wouldn’t allow it. He was roused from his thoughts as her her hand traveled the length of his chest.

“I ruined your outfit.”

She was crying, tears silently falling from the biggest blue eyes Bucky had ever seen. She was scared, he could see it in those aegean eyes. She was scared and yet here she was worried about how her blood had ruined his suit.

“It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” he spoke in what he hoped was a soothing voice. He wanted to ease her worries, if she only knew how much he hated this suit. He hated it even more now that it was covered in his soulmates blood. She smiled up at him as her eyes began to close again.

“Come on doll, you gotta stay awake okay? Help is coming.” Bucky urged her. He wanted to pat her face, to rouse her but he could’t remove his hands from the oozing wound. How many seconds had It been? Surely it had been two minutes. The panic was setting in, this wasn’t what Bucky had planned, this wasn’t how their meeting was supposed to go.

“Please, please doll, just stay with me. Stay with me, please, please.” That’s how Steve found him, begging his soulmate to stay with him. Bucky didn’t even realize help had arrived until he was being shoved aside by Stark’s medics. Steve had to forcibly drag him from his soulmates side.

“Buck, they got her. They’re helping her, she’s gonna be okay Bucky.” His best friend was in front of him now, grasping his shoulders shaking him. “You okay Buck?” Steve questioned, concern lacing his voice.

“It’s her Steve. It’s her and she lost so much blood and I couldn’t—” Bucky choked on the words “—I couldn’t stop the bleeding. She wasn’t supposed to be the one bleeding. It wasn’t supposed to be hers.” It was then that Bucky felt the tears, tracks of wetness falling down his cheeks. He went to wipe them away but stopped short, catching the sight of his soulmates blood on his hands.

The sound of Iron Man’s repulsors drew both he and Steve’s attention. “Where is Darcy? She activated her panic button.” Stark questioned anxiously.

“Who?” Steve questioned as Bucky pointed towards the medical team.

“Darcy!” Tony rushed over to the woman surrounded by medics. “I have a medical team ready back at the tower, she stable enough to be moved?” Stark asked worriedly

“Times not on her side, sir. We were able to temporarily cauterize the bleed but it’s not a permanent fix, any jostle and the bleeding will start back up. She’s lost a lot of blood.”

“FRIDAY notify medical, we’re gonna need an OR right now. I’m bringing Darcy in through the the Penthouse.You guys get her ready to move, I’m taking her back, quickest way to get her to medical.” Tony demanded turning back to face Bucky and Steve.

“Did you do this? Did you lose control? If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” Tony pointed accusingly towards Bucky his voice laced with malice.

Steve opened his mouth to object at Stark’s accusations but Bucky spoke up first. Unsurprisingly Stark had suspected he was behind the bloodshed. He knew what it looked like and he knew what Tony thought of him. “I was at the opposite end of the alley, heard her scream, came running. The person who attacked her ran, couldn’t chase after him and keep her from bleeding out. Don’t know what he looked like. Tell the doctor’s she’s got a head injury, she wasn’t making much sense when she was awake.”

Stark nodded once in comprehension, not even apologizing for his assumptions before he turned, bundled the brunette in his arms and took off.

“Steve, please, I gotta…” Bucky’s voice trailed off, turning back towards the tower.

“I know Buck, go. I’ll meet you in medical once we’re done here.”

Bucky took off running, sprinting as fast as he could, his thoughts racing faster than his feet. Darcy…his soulmates name is Darcy. His soulmate was Darcy and she would live. She must live.

#james bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes #darcy lewis x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x darcy lewis #avengers fanfiction #the avengers #marvel soulmate au #soulmate au #soulmate identifying marks #tony stark #Iron Man #captain america #Steve Rogers #Winter Soldier #angst #angst with a hopeful ending #avengers soulmate au

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Sam Wilson's Luck With Blind Dates

Sam Wilson Bingo Round 3 | 🪶 @samwilsonbingo | Going On A Blind Date

Black Widow Bingo Never-ending | 🧨 @blackwidowbingo | Jane & Natasha & Darcy

Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII | 📻 @tonystarkbingo | College AU

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RATING: General WARNING: Tony Stark is a mess, Sam Wilson has sisters who love him, Jane, Natasha & Darcy are Sam's sisters, Thinking you are going to be stood up, Blind dates

Sam Wilson has horrible luck when it comes to dating, he really just isn't interested. His sisters (Darcy, Jane and Natasha) decided it was their job to set him up on blind dates. Not knowing that Sam Wilson is seriously unlucky regarding blind dates. | Sam Wilson/Tony Stark

swb 🪶 round 3 | bwb 🧨 never-ending | tsb 📻 mark vii

“I am not going on a blind date.”

Sam thought that letting his sisters set up a Tinder account for him would get them off his back about dating, he was the youngest of the four and ever since moving to college, the girls seemed to be treading intrusively into his love life. College is meant to be a time for exciting new opportunities, meeting people, taking exciting classes, and even testing some relationships. That did not mean Sam needed his sisters involved.

Natasha sat next to him on the couch scrolling through his phone, swiping left and right. She sighs, “It’s not that we want to interfere,” Sam rolls his eyes, “I don’t believe that,” she smiles in the way that Sam knows she doesn’t mean it from years of practice. Refiguring herself to face his phone towards him, she restates, “But do you really want to be dating somebody who is holding a fish in their profile?” The guy on the screen is in fact holding a fish in his profile and as a proud fisher, Sam doesn’t hate that.

Instead, he steals his phone back from Natasha and sighs, “Why aren’t you bothering Darcy with getting a partner, she’s single and yet you don’t seem interested in her love life.” Sam points out looking over to the youngest of the three sisters, only a year older than he is and nowhere near as mature.

Darcy smiles young upside down on the back of the couch, “Because they realise I am long gone and you are still young and not drowning with work.” Sam forgot how much he rolled his eyes when all four of them were in the same room.

It was nice being together again though.

“Fine,” Sam sighs and puts his phone back on the coffee table for any of his sister's choosing, “But I don’t want this date to happen until after Christmas break. Understood?”

Jane gets a large smile on her face as she and Natasha fight for the phone squealing, “You are going to love the guy I set you up with! He’s smart and gorgeous and-” Natasha shoves her moving onto the adjoining couch where they both can go through his phone.

Darcy moves her position so she can be with her other two sisters and laugh at their brother's misery, “I actually think my guy is the one for him,” she says shrugging already getting ahead of herself.

Natasha shakes her head, “Bucky has a good friend who is like perfect for Sam, he even asked me about it at a party ages ago,” Nastahsa mentions off handly not showing her cards.

This is when it dawns on Sam what is actually happening, “your all setting me up on individual blind dates?” he asks hoping, desperately that it isn’t true. But the way the three girls turn to him like it’s obvious makes Sam cry inside. Darcy laughs patting Sam on the back as she leaves the room, “Well obviously.”

Sam is going on three blind dates when he didn't even want to go on one. Great.

The first date is set up by Jane, the guy is apparently a mechanic who works in the same lab as she and Bruce do. Bruce talks him up well and Sam likes Brcue so he has high expectations. Apparently, he and Sam are the same age but the guy is like a genius and so he skipped a few high school years and ended up at college 2 years early, now in his 4th year while Sam is only in his 2nd. That doesn’t give Sam the most confidence because unlike his sister's science has never been his best subject. Jane does work around astrophysicists, Darcy had always been good at science and decided to major in poli-sci and Natasha is a literal private investigator, the oldest of them all and the coolest job after only being in the field for 3 years.

Sam is at college on a football scholarship and majoring in psych to become a counsellor, which is no easy feat, but nothing like what his sisters did.

“Hi,” Sam introduces coming up to the hostess desk of a fairly fancy restaurant which Sam isn’t quite sure he can afford, “this is going to sound crazy but I am here on a blind date, the reservation might be under Sam or Jane?”

Smiling the hostess nods and shows Sam to his table informing him that his date had called earlier saying he would be late, “he was very apologetic and seemed excited for tonight,” she reassures but it doesn’t make Sam feel any better about this date. He didn’t want to come in the first place and now his date was going to be late.

His date was especially late now. Sam had been sitting there for an hour drafting an angry message directed at Jane for setting up a date at a place where he can’t afford the food and the date doesn’t show up. The wait staff kept filling up his water jug and offering lemons as a side as a sorry for the wait, asking if he would like to order by himself, which Sam didn’t.

Just when Sam thinks he is at his wit's ends, ready to leave and forget about this whole situation a guy stumbles through the glass, leather jacket, sunglasses on and not at all prepared for the fancy establishment, which makes Sam feel a little better about his situation. “Umm I am here on a blind date, if my date even wanted to wait for me that is because I am seriously late and-” It seemed the guy would have just kept going if the hostess didn’t stop him, “Right this way Mr Stark.” And the guy, Sam’s date, shut up quickly and followed.

When they get to the table and the rest of the restaurant isn’t looking at them anymore, Mr Stark takes Sam’s hands apologising profusely, “I would have been here sooner but I was waiting on lab results which were meant to be finished in 15 minutes and then I got a call from Obie who just wanted to ruin my night so the results were all mixed up and I promise I will pay for dinner and I-” Sam stops him by putting his hands on top of Stark’s.

“I’m Sam what’s your name?” Sam introduces and Mr Stark laughs, at himself not at Sam and it makes the two of them feel much more comfortable.

Mystery guy smiles, “My name is Tony, and I am sorry if you couldn’t tell, feel free to leave.”

Sam likes this guy, he doesn’t know why but he does and so he offers a different solution, “this place is way out of my price point and honestly I don’t think I could pronounce half of the things on this menu.” He admits and it makes Tony smile.

“I know just the place.”

So Sam takes Tony’s hand and allows himself to be led out of the restaurant to somewhere else, somewhere he can pronounce the names on the menu. They end up at a Burger place and that is much nicer. Not nicer in comparison to the interior or the fancy food Sam is sure the other place served but this is run by a family who knew Tony as soon as he walked through the door. It just feels like a better place, much more comforting and Sam admits that is one of the factors that made him fall on that very first date.

The two keep in touch, texting from across campus, it makes Natasha pout when he tells her.

She frowns reminding Sam that, “You agreed to three blind dates, at least give my guy a try, yours hasn’t even asked for a second date.” Sam can’t admit that his sister is wrong and so he agrees to go on a second blind date, and when Darcy hears he knows he will be going on a third, but that’s what brothers do.

Anywhere it is only messages between Sam and Tony, neither has had the guts to ask each other out again and so maybe Natasha is right. She is the one in a long-term relationship after all.

The place Natasha sets them up is much more in Sam’s region of date material, an outback steakhouse which makes Sam much more comfortable. He’s not wearing ridiculously stuffy clothes and he doesn't feel bad about ordering a starter for his date and him to share because this time he knows the menu. There is no sympathy from the staff, or the constant asking about his date.

Because Sam’s luck isn’t so great when it comes to blind dates because once again the guy is late.

Nearly finishing his entre of fries he ordered he hears an eerily familiar voice. With another ridiculous excuse fro being late which is similar to his last date.

“This sounds crazy, but I am late to a blind date and am hoping that the guy I was meant to meet hasn’t left yet,” the hostess rolls her eyes at the guy (Sam can’t see it but can feel it from her posture) and point the guy in the direction of Sam’s table.

Which is when he sees him all over again. Tony Stark is his blind date, again.

BONUS

Darcy also sets up Sam with Tony but doesn’t get the chance to call it a blind date because Sam drags Tony to a family dinner on college family weekend because the Starks don’t come and Sam’s parents are bugging him about the guy he is seeing. So instead Darcy fets to set them up on a mystery date with clues and everything, it is adorable. They all live happily ever after, Sam and Tony move in their senior year of college, Tony goes and watches Sam’s football games, Sam stays up late with Tony tracking lab data, and they are seriously cute together. Cute enough that Darcy and Nat are disgusted by themselves (and fighting over who really set them up and should get to toast at their wedding).

Bingo Cards: (🪶 4/25) (bwb 🧨 2/25) (tsb 📻 2/25)

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shieldshockfanfic · 2 years

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for ShieldShock fic started long ago for @idontgettechnology,

Soul Mate Jackpot by @glynnisi/ GlynnisIsta8 on Ao3

#Soul Mate Jackpot #shieldshockfanfic #shieldshock #steve x darcy #darcy lewis #steve rogers/darcy lewis #steve rogers #starcy #avengers #mcu #thor movies #captain america movies #glynnisi #glynnisista8 on ao3 #all the tropes #soul mate #darcy is tony's daughter #body switch

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the-run-verse · 2 years

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A reminder that the amazing & incredible duo of @10scheherazade01 and @blackestglass have recorded podfics of several works in @themonkeycabal 's Run 'Verse, including the fic that started it all - We'll Run Like We're Awesome.

The amount of time and talent it takes to create this many quality podfics of significate length is greatly appreciated! As is the time and talent it takes to write said fics. All three of them are awesome! 😊

#the run verse #darcy lewis #tony stark #mcu fanfiction #podfic #podfics #darcy lewis x bucky barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #captain america #iron man #darcy lewis fanfiction #darcyland #mcu

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yespumpkindoodlesthings · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Characters: Darcy Lewis, Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Darcy Lewis is Tony Stark's Daughter, Triple Agent!Rumlow, Valentine's Day Fluff Series: Part 24 of Taserbones Tumblr Prompts & Tiny (Adorkable) Fics Summary:

This was not how Darcy’s Valentine’s Day was supposed to go, she thought, testing the zip ties that bound her wrists behind her back. “Ow,” she said, when her shoulder twinged painfully.

She was kidnapped.

Anonymous requested a Taserbones fic where Darcy is Tony Stark's daughter.

#taserbones #darcy x brock #darcy is tony's daughter #valentine's day

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moontheoretist · 2 years

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“It’s not a dislike of her dating Asgardians per se,” corrected Tony. “It’s her dating Valkyrie.” “Because she’s…” started Stephen, unsure of what to even try and guess. “Because she’s old,” said Tony, clearly irritated. “She might look like she’s Darcy’s age, but she’s old enough that Thor believed her and her little order to be a myth. Thor is 1500 years old - according to him, he’s very bad at math - which implies she is older than that. Considering the fact that the war with Jotunheim, which ended when Thor was young, was after Valkyrie’s time, this implies that she was alive minimum 2000 years ago. We don’t know how old she was then, and according to Valkyrie herself, she spent millennia in Sakaar. Darcy is 25 years old.” Stephen grimaced as well. He had heard over and over how ‘Asgardians aged differently’, but he did not see how any parent could be comfortable hearing that his child was dating someone who was older than Christ, and not metaphorically. “That’s understandable,” said Stephen, shaking his head. “Maybe if you tell her-” Tony scoffed. “Didn’t you hear? They are mini-me’s. You think something like telling them ‘don’t do that’ is going to stop them? They’ll do it to spite me.” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “And here I was complaining to Thor and worrying about her and Loki being a thing.”

put a little love in your heart this summer by graveltotempo

#darcy lewis #valkyrie #darcy x valkyrie #tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #omegaverse #darcy is tony's daughter in this one

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glynnisi · 1 year

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Updated my ShieldShock Shorts Collection, Rapid Imaginings, with a story I posted here a few years ago.

Boundaries

*RING*

His OTHER phone startled them.

Steve’s rhythm faltered. Darcy grunted, “fuck!” Then, realizing the source of the noise, Darcy shuddered guiltily.

“Sorry.” Steve apologized, reaching for the phone.

Darcy blurted, “I’m his daughter,” and burst out crying.

#glynnisi #mine #updating Rapid Imaginings #Boundaries #Darcy is Tony's daughter #shieldshock #starcy #steve x darcy #darcy lewis #steve rogers #captain america movies #thor movies #avengers #au #non-canon otp

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sycamorelibrary754 · 3 months

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 9: When in Rome

Summary: I have no idea how to summarize this chapter besides saying buckle up. 🫣

Warnings: Danger, angst, claustrophobia.

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: My apologies for how long it took to get this chapter posted. I wanted to take my time on it because it’s essential to the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy it!

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You walked into your room, anxiously shutting the door behind you. Your mind races as you pace back and forth. Running your fingers through your hair, you struggle to comprehend why Onyx Petroleum would be interested in Sokovian land. Your mental spiral is interrupted by a knock on your door, followed by Tony's voice asking if you're okay. You open the door, and the billionaire walks in, quickly shutting the door behind him.

"I can't believe I didn't clock it before," Tony said, holding up the newspaper. "Those con artists from Onyx Petroleum are your parents - sorry."

You force a smile and respond, "It's okay. They deserve the title, trust me."

"I know firsthand," Tony muttered.

“You know my parents?”

“Your father was a regular visitor of the Stark Expo in the old days.” You're taken aback, wondering how you never knew that. “Dear old dad rarely spoke to me growing up, but I remember he once said that Y/F/N Y/L/N was the only person who made him believe that humanity was doomed to extinction.”

“Sounds about right,” you said.

“Oh, and then," he recounted, "A few years ago at a September Foundation grant presentation at Cal Tech. Your mother, as usual, was doing her thing - schmoozing with everyone. She cornered Pepper and started rambling about how a partnership between Onyx Petroleum and Stark Industries could transform the global oil exploration and production industry. Pepper kindly reminded her that Stark Industries no longer partners with companies or individuals that harm the environment or the population. So your mother called Pepper a fraud and threw her drink in her face! Can you believe that?"

You sigh as you sit down on the edge of the bed, “Unfortunately, yes.”

"Any idea what this is about?" Tony asked, holding up the paper again.

You shake your head, saying, "No clue. They've never shown any interest in foreign oil.”

"Do you have access to anything that would give us insights into their business dealings?" Tony inquired.

You shake your head again, feeling helpless. "Not anymore. My parents removed me from all of their bank accounts and company mainframes when they kicked me out," you say with a huff, throwing yourself back onto the bed. “I don’t get it. Sokovia was destroyed. What’s left for them to find.”

“Vibranium.”

“What?” You said as you sat up. “That doesn't make sense. Sokovia was a war zone.”

“What do you think they were fighting over?” the billionaire asked rhetorically.

“How do you know this, Tony?”

“After Ultron's attack on Sokovia and the subsequent sinking of Navi Grad, FRIDAY performed an extensive deep-sea mapping of the ocean—every square centimeter. Seven hundred thousand images were captured at a depth of almost 4,000 meters,” Tony explained, tapping the screen on his watch. “The mapping exercise was aimed at locating the submerged remnants of the destroyed city and ensuring the safety of any underwater vehicles or divers exploring the area. Doing so would provide insights into the underwater topography of the region and assist in the reconstruction efforts.”

You rise to your feet as a hologram of the 3D map materializes before your eyes.

“Instead, FRIDAY found something else,” Tony explained, shifting pieces back and forth through the air. “Outside of Wakanda, Sokovia has the largest natural vein of Vibranium anywhere in the world, but no one has been able to mine it yet because…,” zooming in on the composite. “It’s underwater.”

You studied the 3D image carefully, trying to comprehend how Onyx Petroleum would go about mining the most potent substance on Earth.

“This much Vibranium in anyone’s hands is frightening,” Tony said. “In the hands of a company notorious for unethical business practices, it’s perilous.”

“Does Wanda know?” Your mind was racing with concern for your girlfriend.

“No, and I don’t think we should tell her,” closing the hologram.

“What? Why not? She has a right to know! It was her home. We can’t just—“

"Easy, Willy Wonka," Tony said. "I know she needs to know, but we need more information before we can act. I need to do some more research and figure out the next steps. In the meantime, tell the rest of the team what we know. Wanda is running point on a full-team, large-scale mission the day after tomorrow, and it benefits no one for her to be distracted, right?"

You nod hesitantly in agreement, still processing everything. "Trust me, Y/N. If we take our eyes off the ball, bad things happen. We need to be strategic and focused if we're going to keep everyone safe."

After a moment of silence, you let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, you're right," you concede, looking down at your hands. "I just don't feel good about keeping this from Wanda. We've always been honest with each other, and I don't want to ruin that."

Tony places a reassuring hand on your back. "You're not lying to her. You're just postponing the truth to protect her," he explains calmly.

You slowly nod, taking in his words. It made sense, in a way. But the guilt still lingered in your mind, gnawing at you. You knew that, eventually, you'd have to come clean.

*^~^*

You stirred from your sleep two days later, but the uneasy feeling in your stomach lingered. Your conversation with Tony was still vivid in your mind. You peered outside and saw SHIELD agents hustling and bustling around the grounds. You felt lost, unsure of what to do or where to be, so you did your best to keep a low profile and stay out of everyone's way. This was your first time seeing a mission play out before you. Sure, team members had come and gone before in the three months you had been living at the Avengers Compound, but being so focused on your recovery, you hadn’t paid that close attention.

FRIDAY interrupted your train of thought as you stood by the window. “Ms. Y/L/N,” she said, “Ms. Maximoff requests your presence in The Overwatch.”

You were confused. “The Overwatch? Where’s that, FRIDAY?”

“I’ll escort you there, Ms. Y/L/N,” FRIDAY said, opening the elevator doors.

As you stepped into the elevator, you noticed it was going down. The compartment sprang to life, and you counted at least three floors before it finally stopped. The door opened, revealing a futuristic virtual command center. Wanda stood with her back to you, looking up at a wall of monitors.

You couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"

Wanda turned at the sound of your voice, and her smile was enough to melt you into a puddle. "Impressive, isn't it?" she said.

You nodded, still in awe of the sight. "What is this place?"

"This is The Overwatch," Wanda explained. "It's a command center that allows Fury or other Avengers who aren't on a mission to provide support in real-time."

You walked over to where Wanda was standing. "It's only used when everyone gets called away or on big-scale operations," she added.

You looked up at the bank of monitors, each displaying a name in the corner. Your eyes quickly found Natasha's, labeled N. Romanoff. Next to her, you spotted T. Stark, S. Rogers, B. Banner, T. Odinson, C. Barton, B. Barnes, S. Wilson, K. Bishop, Y. Belova, P. Parker, and C. Danvers.

"Am I even allowed to be in here?” You asked.

"Technically, no," Wanda replied with a smirk, "but this is my first time running point on a mission, and I could use the company."

Curiosity getting the better of you, you asked, "Who are they after?"

"Unfortunately, that information is classified," Wanda replied, typing away on the keyboard and pulling up a map, "but I can tell you they are in Europe."

"Well, that narrows it down," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Wanda sighed and sat before the command module, motioning for you to join her. "I wish I could tell you more," she said, "it's so much more stressful sitting in here than being out in the field with the team."

You tried encouraging her, saying, "Hey, at least you're safe here."

“Yes, but I feel so helpless," Wanda admitted while monitoring the team's vital signs. "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to Fury for agreeing to let me ease back into the swing of things, but the loss of control scares me.”

The tense atmosphere was palpable in the comms as Steve's voice cut through, "Wanda, we're on our final approach. ETA, 30 seconds."

Natasha's raspy voice chimed in, "How are we looking?"

"The approach is clear—five guards in the courtyard outside the building.

"I got it," Tony interjected. You heard muffled groans on the other end of the comms as Tony dismantled the threat in a matter of seconds. "We're clear outside."

Everyone, turn on your body cameras," Wanda commanded as the monitors rose to life, giving you a first-person point of view of what everyone on the team was seeing.

"Nat, the security office is two doors down on your left," Wanda directed.

"Noted, I'm on my way," Natasha confirmed.

"When do I go in?" Peter's voice sounded eager on the comms.

"Hold your position, Spider-Boy," Yelena said. "Patience is key."

"Yeah, Peter. You're too eager. Just slow your roll and wait for the signal," Kate Bishop said.

"So is being quiet, Kate Bishop." Yelena cut in again.

I can't believe this is happening," you said involuntarily.

"Shh," Wanda whispers.

"Who is that?" Thor asks as he catches his hammer flying towards his monitor screen.

"Is that Y/N?" Carol asked between shots.

"No, it's not," Wanda lied to protect you.

"It is Y/N! What are you doing in The Overwatch, Willy Wonka?" Tony asked.

“Aww, they’re having a date night,” Clint joked sarcastically as you watched an arrow fly away from his camera and out of sight.

"Everyone, please be quiet. You're clogging the comms," Bucky demands irritably.

"Let's all be civil," Sam adds.

“I concur,” Bruce agreed.

"How are we doing, Nat?" Steve asked as he knocked out another security guard.

"I'm bypassing the firewall, Natahsa replied, typing away on the keyboard. “There. The Iris Detectors are down.”

"On my signal," Wanda spoke calmly. "Disabling the dome cameras in 3, 2, 1. Go.”

Sitting in front of the bank of monitors, you found yourself momentarily bewildered. You weren't sure which of the screens to focus on as the team moved in unison. Each one displayed a different angle of the action, and you didn't want to miss a single moment of what was unfolding before you. You watched with bated breath as they efficiently made their way through the building, their movements purposeful and precise. It was a sight to behold - you had never seen such determination and skill in your entire life.

Despite seeing footage of the Avengers on the news over the years, watching them firsthand was an entirely different experience. You felt incredibly fortunate to be able to call them your friends. As they worked towards the second level, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over you. These were some of the most powerful beings on the planet, and yet they were risking their lives to protect others. It was a humbling and inspiring sight to behold.

As the team entered the building, you watched Bucky effortlessly kick in a door. "I'm in the lab," he announced, his voice calm and collected.

Tony's voice crackled through the comms, "Do you see the mainframe?"

"There's two, which one is it?" Bucky replied, scanning the room.

"Open the silver panel," Tony instructed.

With a few hard pulls, Bucky managed to pry off the front of the mainframe. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass filled the air as Carol crashed through a nearby window with a guard's arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

Without hesitation, Bucky turned to assist her. "Keep going! I got this," Carol shouted, her voice slightly strained.

Tony's voice cut through the chaos, "You should see the mainframe HiperSockets that provide high-speed TCP/IP connectivity within the central processor complex."

"For fuck's sake, in English, Tony!" Bucky shouted, his frustration palpable.

"Language,” Steve reprimanded.

An alarm began to blare as red lights flashed, signaling the imminent arrival of more guards.

"Bucky and Carol, eight more guards are heading your way," Wanda's voice sounded over the comms. "Thor, you're the closest."

"I'll be right there," Thor answered.

You watched as The God of Thunder bounded down the stairs and into the lab. In a thunderous flash, he took out all eight guards, leaving the room eerily silent.

"Cut the blue cable!" Tony finally shouted.

Bucky pulled out a pocket knife and quickly sliced through the blue cable.

The rest of the team arrived on the scene, and the lights inside the mainframe went out, plunging the room into darkness.

"How do we know for sure it's down?" Kate asked, her voice laced with concern.

Natasha fired three gunshots into the mainframe, causing the container to smoke.

"That ought to do it," she said, lowering her gun.

"Well done, everyone," Wanda praised. "I'm no longer seeing a heat signature from your location, which means the building is offline."

"Thanks, Wanda. Nice job on the point," Steve said. "We'll reconvene at 1800 hours to go over Phase Two."

Wanda looked exhausted as she removed her earpiece. The monitors had gone dark again; she leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath to calm herself down. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at you.

"Wow, sweetheart. That was amazing! I've never seen anything like that in my life. You were great,” you said, touching her shoulder.

Wanda smiled weakly, feeling a sense of satisfaction mixed with exhaustion. "Thanks," she said, "it was touch and go. But I'm glad they were able to get the job done."

You nodded in agreement. "Are all the missions that intense?"

Wanda thought for a moment before answering. "Not all of them," she said, "but this is one of the most challenging ones we've had in a while. But that's what we're trained for, right?"

“Do you miss it? Being out there, I mean,” you asked hesitantly.

Wanda’s expression was pensive as she spoke, her gaze fixed on the ground. "It's a complicated situation," she began slowly. "On the one hand, I don't want to leave my boys. After we lost their father, I made a promise to Billy and Tommy that I would always be there for them, no matter what." She paused for a moment as if lost in thought. "But on the other hand," she continued, her voice growing softer, "sometimes I feel like I'm denying who I am. Like my magic knows, I’m turning away from that part of myself.”

As you sat beside Wanda, you suddenly realized something that had never occurred to you before – you had never seen her use her powers. You searched your memory for any instance where you had witnessed her abilities in action, but you drew a blank. The only thing you could recall was being in her arms after the accident before you passed out, but even then, you couldn't remember if she had used her magic to keep you safe.

You took a deep breath and reached out to hold her hand. "I know we've never talked about this, but is there a reason you've never used your magic in front of me?" you asked, your voice gentle and curious. You hoped she wouldn't take offense to your question, but you couldn't help feeling a little curious about this aspect of her life that she had kept hidden from you.

"I was wondering when you would finally ask me about this,” Wanda sighed softly. “Since Westview, I have had difficulty trusting myself to use my powers safely. I lost control in a way that I never have before, Y/N, and the thought of putting anyone through that again is unbearable." Her voice was tinged with remorse and sadness as she continued, "I don't want to be a danger to those around me or myself. I’m afraid to use my magic again, and I don't know how to overcome that fear."

As you stroked her hand, you spoke reassuringly to Wanda. "I know you're feeling guilty about what happened in Westview, but that was only one aspect of your powers. You've done so much more good in the world than bad, and the magic that courses through you is a testament to that. Remember all the times you used your abilities to save lives, protect innocent people, and bring hope to those in need. That is the true measure of who you are, Wanda. Don't let a single mistake define you or your legacy."

Wanda nodded as she looked at you. “Thank you, Y/N,” wiping the tears away that threatened to fall. “I know I can’t avoid using them forever,” she looked around the room, “I also know I can’t hide down here for the rest of my life.”

“Why don’t you show me?”

“What?”

“Show me your powers. Come on, let’s see what you got, sweetheart. It’s just us, and we’re three floors underground. Nothing can go wrong, I promise.”

She looked at you hesitantly before she finally agreed, “Okay.”

Wanda rose from her seat and walked to the middle of the room. She took a deep, cleansing breath, held out her left palm, and began slowly circling it with her right hand. You watched as an orb of red energy materialized in her palm. Pointing her hand in your direction, you felt the chair you were sitting in move underneath you as you quickly rolled across the room and stopped on a dime in front of the redhead.

“Woah,” you said in amazement.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she smirked.

Slowly but surely, she rose above you, her body glowing with a vibrant, otherworldly red magic that seemed to envelop you completely. Despite your shock, you felt a sense of calm wash over you as you basked in the warmth and comfort of the magic surrounding you. It was as if Wanda had wrapped you in a cocoon of pure energy, and you felt safe and protected in her presence. Her eyes were fixed on you, glowing like twin stars in the night sky. For the first time, you knew without a doubt that you were in the presence of a powerful being beyond your understanding. Yet, despite her immense power, she was your Wanda—gentle and kind.

The redhead reached down and gently touched your cheek. For a moment, you closed your eyes and basked in the warmth of her touch. You couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same sense of warmth and safety with you that you felt with her.

I do, Y/N," Wanda said with nothing but adoration in her eyes.

You were confused and asked, "Do what?"

"Feel the same warmth and safety you feel with me," she replied.

You wondered, "I, did I - I don't think I said that out loud, did I?"

"I heard your thoughts, love," she answered.

You repeated, "You heard me - you can hear my thoughts? Oh, God."

Wanda reassured you, "Oh no, no, Y/N. It's okay. This was the first time I've ever listened to your thoughts. Outside of work, I never invade anyone's privacy that way and never would with you without your permission or unless it was an emergency."

The redhead reached for you as she floated down. The red magic swirling around your joined hands.

"That was incredible, sweetheart. I know it will take some time, but don't hide this part of yourself away. It's wonderful.”

The sudden sound of the elevator whirring through the walls startled Wanda, breaking her concentration and causing her to dismiss her red magic hastily. "Shit! Quick, hide in that storage cabinet," she urgently whispered, pushing you towards the stainless steel structure.

"What?! Why?" You asked, confused and alarmed.

"I told you, you're not technically supposed to be here. The security clearance is off the charts," Wanda explained as she urged you towards the cabinet.

You sprinted towards the cabinet and quickly shut the door just as Maria exited the elevator. "Hey, Wanda. Great job on Phase One. Everything looks good on our end," she said, scrolling through her tablet.

“Thanks,” Wanda said, nervously tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear as Maria continued.

"I'm going to go brief Fury, but I'll be back for the check-in call at 6 pm to discuss Phase Two."

"Okay, see you in a bit," Wanda replied, relieved she hadn't noticed you.

As Maria stepped back into the elevator, she teasingly called, "Oh, and Wanda? If Y/N is going to be down here with you, at least give her a key card."

Wanda blushed at being caught. "I don't know what you're talking about," she fibbed.

"Of course, you don't," The Deputy Director chuckled. "Ask her to bring some Candy Bar chocolate for us later when she comes out from the storage cabinet," she added with a giggle as the doors closed.

You cautiously opened the door to the cabinet and stepped out, your cheeks reddening as you met Wanda's embarrassed gaze. She fished a blank white key card out of her pocket and handed it to you. "Here, now you can legally be down here with me."

You took the card and turned it over in your hands.

"Thanks," you said softly. “Tell Maria I'll bring some chocolate truffles later," you winked.

"Hmm, sounds good," Wanda smiled, leaning in to give you a gentle peck on the lips.

*^~^*

You arrived back at The Overwatch a few hours later, your white key card and a bag of truffles in hand. Maria was sitting next to Wanda in front of the wall of monitors. You sat down next to the redhead, passing the bag of chocolates to Maria.

"Aww, Y/N. How did you know? This is exactly what I wanted."

"Shut up,” you smirked. “So, what's happening here?" As you pointed toward the dark screens.

"We had the check-in call about forty-five minutes ago, and Steve should be reporting in any minute to confirm they've reached the target,” Wanda explained.

As if on cue, Steve's camera turned on, followed by the rest of the team. "Speak of the devil!” Maria exclaimed.

You could tell immediately that the team was in an underground passage, evidenced by the rough stone masonry surrounding them. Their footsteps echoed through the tunnel, adding an eerie quality to the tense atmosphere.

"Hey, Cap, you ready to go?" Maria asked, glancing up at the screen.

"Affirmative," Steve replied. “Although some of us are feeling a bit claustrophobic."

"Speak for yourself,” Clint chimed in.

"Tony, you want to take that one?" Wanda asked, typing away on her keyboard.

"Sure thing, Red," Tony replied. "Everyone, reach inside your suit pockets. You should find an object the size of one of Morgan's Legos."

Yelena, ever the skeptic, held up the miniature object Tony had referred to. "What the fuck is this?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Language," Steve admonished.

"Oh, tell it to someone who cares," Yelena retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Sestra," Nat scolded, her voice echoing through the tunnels.

"It's a bit of technology I borrowed from our friendly neighborhood ant, and subsequently made even better,” Tony smirked. "Press the button on the top."

As one, the team pressed the button, and a small oxygen mask grew to fit in their hands.

"And we couldn't have worn these on the walk down here because?" Sam asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Because they only have a 24-hour oxygen supply," Tony explained. "We need to conserve as much as possible."

"Do I have to wear this?" Carol asked. "I can breathe in space. I'm pretty sure I'm fine down here."

"The vacuum of space is very different from underground," Maria said. "We don't want to take any chances. Put it on, please, Danvers."

“Why doesn’t the billionaire genius have to wear an oxygen mask?” She asked.

“There’s an oxygen supply built into the suit,” Tony smirked.

With a resigned sigh, Carol donned the mask, and the rest of the team followed suit. Wanda went over the topography of the catacomb, identifying key landmarks and intricacies that could help them navigate the maze-like structure safely.

In a hushed tone, you turned to Maria and asked, "Have they ever had an underground mission before?"

Maria shook her head and replied, "No, not like this. This is completely uncharted territory for them.”

"Okay, as we discussed," Steve said, pointing to the left. "Group one with me down the left tunnel; group two with Tony down the right tunnel."

As you observed intently, you saw each group setting off towards their designated directions, down the ancient corridors. The walls were adorned with intricate archways, illuminated by sporadic pockets of light that added to the mystique of the surroundings.

“Mr. Stark, this is amazing! Have you looked at these carvings and art? Easily third century—” Peter started.

“This isn’t a history field trip,” Natasha interrupted. “Pay attention to your surroundings.”

The group had been walking through a tunnel for some time when, without warning, felt the ground beneath their feet shake. A low and ominous grumbling noise echoed through the air, and everyone was thrown into the tunnel walls.

"FRIDAY, what's happening?" Tony asked urgently.

"Accessing the wave radar and enhancing the thermogenic signature," FRIDAY responded.

“Do you feel that too, Steve?” Wanda asked

Steve grunted as he struggled to regain his balance. "Yeah, is it an earthquake?" he asked.

"It's an energy surge, Boss," FRIDAY replied to Tony. "A core reactor holds together the primary stabilization of the tunnel structure."

"That's not first-century tech," Peter mumbled, face down on the ground.

Kate helped him up. "Yeah, no kidding, Sherlock."

Just as the group was getting back on their feet, Sam's voice cut through the tense silence.

"Hey! Hold it!" he shouted.

"What is it, Wilson?" Tony asked.

"Someone is watching us at the end of this tunnel," Sam exclaimed as he ran ahead of the group.

"Sam, wait!” Steve shouted.

"Lock onto Wilson," Maria said, standing up.

Wanda quickly shifted to Sam's primary camera and enlarged the visual. The mystery figure took two quick turns to the left as if they knew exactly where they were going. A third turn to the right, and Sam lost sight of the man for a split second. Looking around quickly, but to no avail, he said, "I lost them."

"How will he get back to the rest of the group?" You asked.

"Good question, Y/N," Sam replied.

Maria glared over at you. "Sorry, I keep forgetting they can hear me too."

"Sam, you're closer to Tony than Steve," Wanda said. "I'm pinging his tracker right now. Two lefts and a right should do it. And Steve and company, follow your tunnel about a half a mile down and then take a right, and you should meet up with everyone else."

The team wandered through the catacomb tunnel in silence, only the sound of their breathing and the stone under their feet breaking the stillness. When they were finally reunited, Tony broke the silence, "Okay, new plan. We're staying together."

Peter quickly agreed, "I'm with Tony on this one."

Yelena, standing nearby, murmured to Kate, "Color me surprised."

“Oxygen masks stay on, Nat,” Maria said pointedly.

"Yes, detka,” Natasha replied.

Yelena couldn't resist mocking her sister, "Yes, detka," she repeated sarcastically. But before she could carry on, Natasha pinched her arm, causing her to yelp in pain.

Thor shouted, "Knock it off, Lady Widows!"

Wanda added, "Thor is right. The catacomb can be disorienting, but you need to keep moving. Tony, I'm reviewing the National Geophysical Data Center records to assess your declination value and sending them to FRIDAY. Keep true north."

You turned to Maria, puzzled, "What did she say?" Having no clue what your girlfriend was talking about.

"They should turn right," Maria whispered.

You watched as everyone walked in a single-file line to the right, trying their best to keep their footing on the uneven stone. Suddenly, a second energy surge echoed loudly through the comms, causing everyone to turn their cameras downwards. Your heart raced as you gasped at the sight of cracks quickly forming between everyone's legs. Before anyone could react, the ground gave way beneath them, accompanied by screams and the sound of broken gravel.

Maria gasped, and Wanda put her hands over her mouth in shock.

"Oh my God!" You exclaimed. "What the hell just happened?"

Wanda asked urgently, "Steve? Tony? Can you hear me?"

Maria followed with a shaky voice, "Natasha? Come in! Anyone?"

"Shit," she said anxiously, picking up the phone in front of her. "All SHIELD agents, Romeo, Echo, Delta."

"FRIDAY, Code Red. Initiate Emergency Protocol 3000," Wanda ordered, running back towards the elevator and flipping a red switch under a glass cover.

"Compound shutdown initiated. Director Fury and Mrs. Stark have been notified and are en route to The Overwatch," FRIDAY responded.

You stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do with yourself. The shock of what you had just witnessed was so intense that your vision started to blur, and you felt as though you were about to pass out. Suddenly, you felt someone's arms on your shoulders, and you jumped slightly.

"Y/N? Y/N, love, stay with me, okay?" Wanda said, her voice soothing.

You looked up at her and then back at the monitors, pointing at them with a shaking hand. "They... it..." you stammered, struggling to form coherent sentences.

Wanda nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know," she said, rubbing her hands up and down your arms in a gesture of comfort.

She slowly led you back to your seat, still holding onto your shoulders, and conjured a glass of water out of thin air. Taking it in your hand, you felt the coolness of the glass against your skin, which helped ground you and bring you back to the present moment.

*^~^*

Fury furrowed his brows and asked Maria, "When was your last point of contact?"

"Five minutes ago."

"Maximoff was running point?"

You didn't appreciate the way Director Fury was speaking about Wanda as if she wasn't in the room, but as an outsider, you chose to hold your tongue.

Wanda stepped forward before Maria could respond, "Yes, sir."

"What happened?"

“Two energy surges of unknown origin, but we didn’t have time to assess the cause before-." Wanda’s voice trailed off as she struggled to continue.

“Before you lost them,” Fury finished the sentence for her. Wanda nodded silently, unable to look the Director in the eyes.

“She didn’t lose them! It was an accident,” You suddenly heard yourself shout.

Pepper placed a hand on your shoulder as Fury’s gaze shifted over to you.

“Who is this?” Fury asked, pointing at you.

“I'm Y/N Y/L/N, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you,” you said, slowly reaching out your hand to shake his, but the gesture went unreciprocated.

"The car accident victim," looking you up and down. "She looks fine, why is she still here?"

You wondered why you were still here yourself, but Maria jumped in before you could respond, "She’s still recovering, Sir."

"Do you have clearance to be down here?"

You fumbled in your pocket for the white card Wanda had given you earlier. Fury looked at the card but gave you no response before turning back to Wanda.

“Are we still picking up pings from their trackers?”

“Yes, faintly,” Wanda said.

"Do we know how deep the catacomb goes?" He continued.

��Roughly 65 feet, but the fall could have taken them another 50 feet at least," Wanda stated.

“They were wearing oxygen masks?” Fury asked.

“Yes, but they only have a 24-hour oxygen supply if they haven’t been damaged,” Wanda explained.

Fury turned back to Maria, “How fast can we have a team of agents on the ground in Rome?”

Your ears perked up at finally knowing where everyone was.

“Four hours,” Maria responded.

“Make it three,” The Director said.

“Yes, sir,” Maria replied as she started to walk away.

Wanda interrupted calmly, "No. I’m going."

“Out of the question, Maximoff. You haven’t been back in the field since your return, save for her accident," Fury pointed at you. "I’m not sending you out there by yourself in the most dire moment in the history of SHIELD. You don’t know what you’ll find down there, and you’re still too unreliable."

“Unreliable,” Wanda repeated. “With all due respect, Director Fury, no one is more reliable than me. There is no one more powerful than me, and you and I both know that it will take someone who can move heaven and Earth, literally, to bring everyone home!”

Fury looked over at Pepper, who had yet to say a word—doing her best to keep her calm.

"Wanda can do it," Pepper declared, fidgeting with her wedding ring. "I have faith in her."

"You leave in 20 minutes,” Fury said, turning to Wanda. “But you're not going alone.”

“I’ll get changed right away, sir,” Maria assumed.

“No, you’re staying here, Hill. You’re too close to the situation with Romanoff.”

“Nick, I-“

“No, you’ll run co-point from here. That is final."

“Co-point? Who is-“

“I need to make a couple of phone calls. In the meantime, Maximoff, you get suited up. We’ll meet you in the hangar,” Fury ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Wanda acknowledged.

You followed Wanda out of the elevator and into the locker room, feeling nervous and determined. Wanda suited up with a look of solemn determination on her face. You didn't want to show your nervousness; Wanda had enough on her plate. She took out her phone, frowned at the screen, and then turned to you with a serious look.

“I need you to do something for me,” the redhead said.

“Of course, anything,” you replied, trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

“I need you to pick up Billy and Tommy and stay with them at my house. I know you have only met them once, but they liked you,” she started to ramble, her voice tinged with anxiety. “Pepper offered to take them, but I just can’t let her do that while Tony is…” she paused, her voice breaking with sadness.

You nodded understandingly, realizing the gravity of the situation. “I’ll do it,” you said, grabbing both sides of her face. “The boys will be okay, I promise. You bring everyone home.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I I already called the school to let them know you’ll be picking them up. I know I can trust you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. Your lips met in a kiss—one of comfort and reassurance.

The word trust was all it took for Onyx Petroleum and Sokovia to rush back to the front of your mind. But then you remembered Tony’s words. “If we take our eyes off the ball, bad things happen.” Wanda needed to focus. But God, it was killing you to keep this from her, even under the most dire circumstances.

You walked with Wanda to the hangar, an area of the compound you had yet to visit. The mood was a stark contrast from this morning. SHIELD Agents moved about the space with the same purpose and direction, but the energy differed. It was anxious.

You caught sight of Director Fury standing next to one of the Quinjets with two women you didn’t recognize, but it was clear Wanda knew both of them. She ran a few steps ahead of you and wrapped her arms around both of them in an emotional embrace.

“Y/N, this is Dr. Darcy Lewis and Captain Monica Rambeau,” Wanda said, motioning to each woman. “This Y/N Y/L/N, she said, touching your back.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you both,” you said as you shook their hands, trying to keep your composure.

“Hi, nice to meet you too, Y/N,” Darcy replied warmly.

“It’s a pleasure,” Monica said, giving you a small smile.

"Captain Rambeau will be accompanying Ms. Maximoff to Rome, and Dr. Lewis will be running point with Deputy Director Hill from The Overwatch," Fury explained before glancing at his watch. "It's time to go."

Wanda looked at you with a mixture of anxiety and determination in her eyes. You tried to hide your nervousness, not wanting to add to her stress.

After a deep breath, Wanda spoke, "Billy and Tommy will be off from school in a couple of hours," she said, handing you her house keys. "Let them know that I'm working with the rest of the team, but don't give them any details. I’ll try to check in if I can.”

"Okay, sweetheart," you replied, taking the keys and putting them in your pocket. "Just make sure everyone comes home safe."

"I will," Wanda said with a nod, her eyes shining with determination.

As you leaned in to kiss the beautiful redhead, you felt a rush of emotion wash over you. Her soft lips met yours, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. When you pulled away, you wrapped her in a tight embrace, holding her close to your chest. You watched as she walked towards the Quinjet, accompanied by Monica. Darcy and Fury were waiting by the side of the hangar, their faces solemn. You couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as the jet's engines came to life and slowly lifted off the ground. You stood there, watching as it climbed higher and higher into the sky until it was nothing more than a speck in the distance. As it disappeared from view, you felt a pang in your chest, as if a piece of your heart was flying away with it.

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Playing mind games (Loki and X Reader one shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.

A/N: This was requested by a friend of mine and has taken months for us to put together. We collaborated a lot on it, back and forth with ideas when we both had a lot going on as well. Now it’s officially finished after all the hard work put into it! Enjoy 😊

(In this particular one shot you will be given an undercover name due to the context of the story, but you will still be able to insert your name in it too)

Summary: You've been undercover working for SHIELD for some time getting close to the enemy. However your cover has been blown and now you have to seek protection, as well as taking on another new identity. Fury gathers the best of his Avengers for the job, but things don't go according to plan. You end up at the safe location with Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson. Can you cope living with the Gods? Will you be able to resist the trickster God's mind games?

Warnings: manipulation, mind games, smut, explicit sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, swearing, mentions of killing and Dom Loki

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It's been over a year since Loki was forced to live at the Avengers tower as punishment for his crimes in New York. He loathes the place as it's filled with insufferable beings. A Billionaire Playboy, an ex Assassin, a Witch, a Bossy Scientist and her Blabbermouth Assistant, an Old Man who doesn't like swearing, a Man who was once a Machine, a Grump Guy who has a family, another Scientist who you don't want to piss off. Of course not forgetting his Big Oaf of a brother The God of Thunder. Despite how he feels about everyone and being cooped up inside the tower 24/7, yet it still seemed like a better option compared to an Asgardian Dungeon.

What he didn't plan on was a new resident.

One late morning Bruce entered the living room followed by Tony but at a much slower pace. Tony was far too busy muttering some equations to himself, whilst carrying some sort of tech device and a screwdriver in his hands to care how long he took to arrive. He'd been working on the new device since his insomnia kept him from his night of rest. His reasoning for leaving the confinements of his lab was because Wanda had called him and Bruce up to welcome their new arrival. Although Tony didn't like being summoned whilst he was working and kept ignoring the calls, until he gave up after Natasha threatened to cut off his manhood, along with Bruce's coaxing too. Loki had heard about the threat and snickered, lighting up his own mood, as he'd been dragged away from reading quietly in his room.

Once everybody settled down Nick Fury and someone else, someone new came into their view. You. You are the stranger in the tower. Everybody's attention was drawn to you instantly, as you entered with a slight limp. You could see some questions flashing across their faces as yourself and Fury stopped in front of them.

"This is Willow Johnson, she's had a run in with the wrong crowd so to speak." Fury introduced you and gestured with his hand towards you.

"That's an understatement." You scoffed. "I've been investigating a huge lead on a SHIELD case and I was recruited especially for it given my skill set. Whilst being an agent undercover for this case the asshole I've been in close proximity with for the past year and a half...he got the upper hand. My cover has been blown wide open no thanks to a great look-alike leading me down the wrong path. He certainly could throw a decent punch too."

"Johnson has been given a Nano Mask already to help protect her true identity." This tad bit of information from Fury helped them understand how serious the situation actually is. Plus the Nano Mask hid your banged up black eye and a cut lip for the time being.

"Your real pretty face must have really gotten banged up to cover it up with that face. Or that one could be an improvement." Tony said mockingly, now that he abandoned his project for the time being. Not that he had the right to make such a rude remark this early in the game, he doesn't even know you or what you are capable of.

"What I think Tony is trying to say is, why come here now your cover is blown? All due respects." Bruce said and tried to defuse a possible bad situation before it truly began.

"While Johnson is under protection watch she'll be here for a couple of days until we can relocate her to a more remote and safe location." Fury explained in his no nonsense voice. "Romanoff, I expect you to help Johnson with her new disguise. Go over the file with her." He added and handed over said file that he pulled out of his leather coat. After all he knew she'd be best suited for the job to be beside you during the next stages.

"So, Willow Johnson isn't your real name?" Loki asked curiously from his place far from the others. He's leaning against the wall on the other side of the room with his arms crossed in front of his chest. And the others have his attention, seemingly wanting to know what he's up to due to his usual lack of interest in most ongoings.

"Fury gave me Willow Johnson as part of my new identity, yes." You confirmed.

"And while Johnson's real identity will be classified, those who are to be involved besides Romanoff will be as follows...Stark, Barton and Laufeyson." Upon Loki hearing his name being called out it actually stunned him. He'd never been chosen to participate in anything before as no one trusted him before now in all honesty, and rightly so after everything he'd done before being forced to live with them. "You will each brush up on your files and remember Johnson is now your current priority, and details on the guy in the case are listed too. SHIELD is counting on you and your help." Fury said authoritatively, as he passed out the rest of the files.

"No way, am I allowing my brother to be alone on a mission!" Thor stood up abruptly from his seat in protest.

"He won't be alone, not with Stark, Barton and Romanoff present too." Fury replied and returned to your side.

"You know what I mean, Fury." Thor raised a brow as he stared at Fury seriously.

"Point Break has a point. We'll need an extra pair of eyes on Reindeer Games over there." Tony agreed, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards Loki. While Jane and the rest all nodded as well in agreement.

Fury sighed heavily despite knowing already that there would be some form of protest. "Fine. Thor you're in." Then he pulled out the back up final file (just in case of the protest) from his coat and handed it to Thor. Once Thor took it Fury was called away to SHIELD's base and left them to it, until they got word of the new location.

"What's the rest of us meant to do?!" Darcy whined and huffed, as Jane gave her a petty pat on her back. Darcy had a right to complain as she too hadn't been given a huge opportunity to prove herself worth around here. Her job still entailed running out for errands and handing out the coffee to everyone, not just Jane.

"Just sit around and look pretty." Loki used the very same insult he'd received on multiple occasions in the past topped with a smug grin.

"Miss Lewis, I am sure Mr Fury has chosen the right team for this mission, even if I have my own doubts towards Mr Laufeyson's participation in all of this." Vision spoke for the first time after logically pondering over the situation.

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Two hours later

F.R.I.D.A.Y announced that Tony expected you, Clint, Natasha, Thor and Loki to gather in the meeting room immediately. By now Tony thought everyone should have had enough time to read over their files and get their bearings together. Once you were all seated with Tony remaining on his feet at the head of the table the meeting began.

"This Ferguson guy doesn't seem all that threatening. We've faced far worse." Tony said and looked towards Loki as an example.

"Hey, I had my reasons!" Loki argued, as Tony pulled up files from F.R.I.D.A.Y's database.

"Yeah, reasons which had my brains scrambled!" Clint complained angrily.

"Watch your tongue mortal!" Loki spat at him and pointed a finger his way.

"Enough!" Natasha complained and rolled her eyes, while the entire time you just sat there looking between them all. You'd heard about what happened here in New York on the news at the time and clearly no one was going to be over it any time soon. Not that you could blame them.

The meeting carried on more smoothly and it seemed like you were finally getting somewhere with the plan. Although, keeping the peace between everyone clearly wasn't going to last long, especially because Loki had to speak up again due to Thor's lack of incapability to follow along.

"Yes, all well and good, but what does it mean?" Thor asked, looking very puzzled.

"In simple terms brother, we beat him at his own game." Loki belittled his older brother and mocked his lack of intelligence as usual.

"Oi, watch your mouth!" Thor objected.

You rubbed your temples a bit trying to ease the tension in your mind. Also you felt as though the rest of the Avengers already began to regret Thor being on their team, as the dreaded thoughts of the brothers bickering will no doubt be a common reoccurrence. Although, it wasn't to say the entire team up will be argument free with or without Thor and Loki's bickering, you imagined nothing would be pain sailing with anyone.

"Be quiet, the pair of you until the end of the meeting!" Natasha said firmly.

"I am a God and I'll do as I please." Loki felt the need to have one up on them again.

"For fuck sake, don't pull that card out again for another bloody week. No make that four." Tony said and caused a snigger to come from Clint.

Despite Loki's internal voice screamed at him to interrupt again any further stupid comments from Thor or jeer him further, he decided to keep quiet all together. Not because they told him to, but because he wanted to be quiet. There's a difference. However he was intently listening and paying close attention to every detail, while the clogs were turning in his brain as he analysed everything. Occasionally you caught a glimpse of him staring at you, which you tried to brush off and focus on the meeting instead.

However, as the meeting just got into full swing an overpowering blast disrupted everything and F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed an attack on the tower. Then Steve barged into the meeting room breathlessly commanding you all to get out and fast. Ferguson had found you, you hadn't a doubt about it, but how? He had no idea what your new disguise looked like. Then again he has connections and he knows now that you've been working for SHIELD all this time. This means obviously he had someone check out any leads that could tell him of your whereabouts.

Steve soon returned to helping the others to ensure yourself, Tony, Nat, Clint, Thor and Loki would escape. Due to the haste speed everyone was running around at Tony and the others grabbed everything they possibly could carry in such short notice. Meanwhile you struggled with your limp while trying to keep up and dodge any oncoming attacks. In fact along Your way behind the others you tripped up because your damn limp failed you. Loki managed to quickly react with his magic to block an oncoming piece of the tower's structure from crushing you while you were down. Then with a groan and a swipe of his hands at a force the piece of the tower was flung over your head and away from you. But before you could even attempt to get up Loki scooped you up in his arms and carried you out of there.

Loki and yourself were the last to board the quinjet and with Tony's impatient attitude Loki tossed you carelessly into a seat before seating himself down opposite you. Once everyone was buckled in Natasha got the quinjet up into the air to flee from the crumbling tower. As the sight of the tower grew smaller the further away you got, Tony massaged his temples as he tried to suppress his anger. It didn't feel long ago since the tower had been rebuilt after Loki and his Chitauri army wreaked havoc on it, including the other resounding buildings, because in all reality it wasn't long at all.

Suddenly an incoming call alerted everyone in the quinjet, but no one seemed to be bothered about answering it. That was until Clint ended up unbuckling himself from his seat to answer the call. Not that he could blame Natasha, as she was too busy trying to swerve past buildings and trying to lose another craft, which was vastly approaching from behind. Albeit Tony could have easily answered as he was close enough to the controls, and yet neither yourself or the Gods would answer, as the three of you were arguing over who's fault it was about being chased. Also arguing who's fault it was as to why you and Loki were late getting onboard.

"Looks like the tower wasn't a good place after all." Came Fury's voice over the sound system.

"You think!?" Tony spat angrily.

"Not now Stark! Get Johnson to safety, that's all that matters...." an explosion behind the quinjet disrupted the connection for a brief moment and it ceased the arguing. "We're sending encrypted coordinates to the safe site." Fury said.

"How secure is this place?" Thor asked on Tony's behalf.

"More than enough compared to where you are now, and any other radio communications will be cut off once you pass the threshold in-listed in the encryption. Any information will be sent by hand due to the circumstances. Remember to stick to the plan......." the connection between Fury was cut off abruptly mid sentence.

"Perfect, just perfect!" Tony yelled whilst hitting his closed fists into the controls and pressing several buttons.

The random button pressing set off alarms and several blinking lights began to go on and off like crazy right across the control panel. Then to add salt to the wound just as Natasha flew them over the edge of Manhattan the quinjet was hit badly. The forcefield was down no thanks to Tony's childish move, while the impact caused Clint to fall to the hard floor, you and the others jolted forwards in your seats. Luckily your seatbelts saved you from the worst, but you seemed to be the only one to suffer from whiplash. You cursed under your breath as you held your hand to the back of your neck, you clearly couldn't catch a break.

"Hold onto something, I've got to put her into the water!" Natasha yelled over the now blaring sounds of the alarms and the sounds of the quinjet ripping apart, along with the blazing fire to one of the jet's engines.

Clint couldn't make it back to his seat on time, so he grabbed onto anything solid he could within reach. You had to let go of your neck and grip your seatbelt tightly with one hand, and the other onto the side of your chair, as well as closing your eyes to await the impending landing. Both Thor and Loki did the same as you expect, their eyes are open, whereas Tony gripped onto a handle above his head with one hand and the edge of the control panel with the other. Meanwhile Natasha was doing her best to land safely.

The quinjet was plummeting down fast, nose first, but the craft that had fired at you just sent off another shell. It ended up causing more damage which ultimately smashed through the other engine. There wasn't anything else left to do other than to press the emergency eject button, because Natasha could no longer keep the quinjet in enough control for a safe landing. So she slammed on the eject seat button and everyone was shot up and out of the quinjet. The upward force of the ejection made you scream and as the parachute opened on the way down was when you finally stopped screaming. It was only then that you felt brave enough to open your eyes. As you looked around you got to see the quinjet collide into the Statue of Liberty where it remained lodged inside from the waist point of Lady Liberty. The others seemed to be lower to the water than you. Yet you got to see the other craft land safely nearby.

As your ejected seat reaches the water you unbuckle your seatbelt and get right into the freezing cold water. You had to keep your head above the water the best you could, because you couldn't allow your Nano Mask to short circuit, especially not this early in the game. While you struggled to swim with the pain in your leg and the coldness of the water, you knew you had to push through and get on dry land. The water was too much of a venerable place to be and whilst being out in the open. When you were nearly on land you could see Natasha fighting off some of Ferguson's men, with Clint closely behind her with his arrows on hand. Whereas Tony was scrambling to duck for cover for the time being, until he could call out another suit, because the water damaged the one he bought with him. Of course Thor was acting as Tony's backup and holding off against Ferguson's men. Although you couldn't see Loki at all, it was as if he'd disappeared.

After you got on land you joined in with the fight the best you could, coming face to face with some of the tough guys who used to be your bodyguards. They were your body guards because of your once 'delicate flower' persona you embraced while you worked undercover on the inside. Ferguson likes women who are the stereotypical damsel in distress and needs to be protected, your bargaining chip to get in and do your job. However you're the complete opposite to a delicate flower, it took a lot of commitment to keep up the facade, only in the end there were too many cracks to cover up. Despite what happened when you were on the inside you actually learnt a fair few things including all of their weaknesses, where it hurt the most with each of the men you came up against. However one of the men you came up against managed to punch you in the face before you could dodge the blow.

"Johnson, get out of here!" Tony yelled, as he rose into the air with his newly called suit and joined in with the fight.

You obeyed Tony's instructions as you felt the Nano Mask start to glitch, which to any onlooker it just thankfully looked like facial tics. Thanks to Tony and the others you manage to escape even though you were still moving around uneasy. You soon managed to slip down an abandoned alleyway filled with industrial sized bins and other crap. It made do for now so you could check over your Nano Mask. You had to remove it to be able to see the full extent of the damage, luckily it wasn't all that bad, and you managed to fix it temporarily by hand. It would need a much more thorough look over along with the right tools once out of this alleyway. At least the glitch stopped for now temporally and you quickly reapplied the mask back over your face. Also, this time gave you a chance to rest until you all could get to the safe location. A little while later you began to hear a rustling and you jumped up into a fighting pose.

"At ease Johnson." Loki chuckled at your fighting pose.

"Loki....where are the others?" You ask, as you lower your balled up fists.

"They are indisposed at the moment. Come, we can't stay here." He demanded you to follow him.

"Where did you go? After we reached land you disappeared." You asked, as you came into step with him.

"I went to retrieve something." He said bluntly.

"Specifically what?" You ask snootily, as you've not liked his attitude since you've known him, which hasn't been for very long.

"That's none of your concern right now...we have to keep moving." He replied.

"It is of my concern...."

"Fine!" Loki grumbles and stops walking to face you. "I went to collect this..." he then holds up his hand palm facing upwards, and a precious Cherry Blossom brooch appears in the center of his palm from his pocket dimension. The floral design was made of pink gold and glass enamel, with Akoya pearls. "It belonged to my Mother. She had the flower cast in this form after it landed on my leg when I was a child. I sat in her lap under the tree while she read to me. A keepsake, a memory we shared." You were surprised by his story and by how honest he was being considering you hadn't known him for very long.

"Why would you bring it with you?" You asked curiously, as you tried to reach for it, but Loki was quick to return it to his pocket dimension.

"I always carry it with me. Now I must insist that we move." Loki then pushes past you and continues walking ahead at a fast pace.

"Why did you lose it in the first place? I mean you just puffed that out of thin air." You ask, as you catch up with him again.

"Stop asking questions, you're beginning to irritate me." He growled with annoyance.

"I'm irritating?! You're an ass!" You snapped back.

As yourself and Loki exit the abandoned alleyway and begin walking down the street in silence Ferguson himself suddenly begins running down the street towards you both. You felt a tug on your wrist and then you were being dragged in the opposite direction. You tried your best to keep up but your limp was slowing you down. Loki knew that too and he couldn't afford to waste more time. So once he knew there was enough distance between you two and Ferguson, Loki stopped abruptly, then he threw you over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. Despite your protests he carried you as he ran. However, Ferguson pulled out a handgun and began firing as he kept running on behind, causing Loki to cast a protection spell around the pair of you. As Loki rounded the next turn he saw Thor was at the other end with Mjolnir spinning fast just before release. Luckily Thor noticed Loki approaching and met with him halfway. Loki forced you into Thor before he turned to face Ferguson with his magic glowing around his hands.

"GO!" Loki yelled, as he wielded his magic and sent Ferguson flying to the ground for now at least.

Thor only nodded his head in response, yet he didn't give you any time to even catch a breath before he scooped you up with one arm and used Mjolnir to fly you both out of there. It wasn't until much later when Loki turned up at the safe location (where Thor took you alone), he looked a bit disheveled and worn out. The extent of his injuries were scares as far as you could tell, apart from the cut above his right brow. Well from now on it was just the three of you, as Tony thought you had a better chance getting there with Thor as your escort. Not that he ever thought Loki would carry on with the mission and take pride in being a part of something.

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Two months later

You and Loki are at it again. His big mouth could not be kept closed, hence why you began this dance of skilled movements and weapons clanging together. He purposely said and did things just to piss you off for his entertainment, most of the time you gave him smart mouth right back, only getting physical in the training room. Living with Loki wasn't easy, actually living with him and Thor wasn't easy, but Loki pushed your buttons the most.

"You're terrible when it comes to most basic Midgardian things. " Loki smirked.

"Shut your gob!" You hissed only to receive a sly grin in return, almost like a promise that there is more where that came from.

You pushed your sword against his and forced him back a few steps, until both your blades met once more in a metal clang. You both then continued to move strategically about the space. Loki's graceful but powerful at the same time, an interesting opponent, but he has a weakness just the same as anyone. The simple thought about finding out what Loki's weakness might be made you all the more determined to find out, after all this wasn't the first fight you've gotten into with the devious God.

"Honestly, how does one expect to function properly on this dreadful planet?" Loki dared to provoke the bear again, as swords kept swinging and swishing through the air, before being followed by more clanging sounds as they met.

"You don't know when to shut up, do you?" You say, as you duck out of the way and swerve around him, but he's quick on the up keep of your foot work.

"If I were to be silent you'd only be bored of the sound of my brother's voice, trust me, after hearing the same stories for the thousandth time it gets tedious." He said with a tiresome tone and mock yawned in the moment of rest in the fight.

"At least he doesn't insult me." You replied before going back in for another attack.

Loki anticipated your move and gained the upper hand by blocking your attack. Your sword went under his arm and it didn't harm him in any way, then he swiftly swiped his right leg and knocked you off balance, his action barely gave any lean way for you to stop him. The next thing you knew was he had you pinned to the ground under the weight of his body. His dagger appeared in his hand suddenly then he pressed its cool blade firmly to your throat, as his other hand kept your sword at bay above your head. "You never learn," he chuckled darkly.

You sigh and roll your (e/c) eyes dramatically at the God of Mischief. A good enough distraction for you to free a leg from under him, allowing yourself the space to knee him hard in his crown jewels. The instant impact of your knee caused Loki to groan and roll off of you. He lay there clutching at the pain between his legs while you got back up onto your feet.

"When will you learn not to gloat so much?" You said triumphantly.

Only your victory didn't last long as Loki dissipated quickly into a shimmer of green, which made you realise at some point without your knowledge Loki had you fighting against a clone of himself. However you weren't quick enough to get out of the real Loki's way, as he came up from behind you. He trapped you with his left arm tightly holding you against his firm frame and like his clone he held a dagger to your throat with the other hand.

"Maybe one day you will beat me or at the very least beg for my mercy." Loki whispered seductively which sent a shiver down your spine. You weren't sure if it was the pleasurable way he spoke or simply that the breeze swept in through the open window. Although if you had more time to think about it you would have gone with the latter.

Before you could form a coherent argument his breath fanned across the back of your neck, as he tried to calm his breathing after your fight, before he disappeared all together. He left you covered in sweat from your fight and a strange warm feeling in the pit of your stomach that threatened to travel downwards. So you took a moment to compose yourself, albeit you failed to keep yourself in control of your body. These feelings made you angry at yourself, but more importantly angry at Loki. Shortly thereafter you stomped over to the sword rack and disarmed yourself, before you stripped yourself of your training gear. Once you left the training room with your gear in your arms Thor came strolling along the hall with his large heavy foot fall.

"Did my brother bother you again?" Thor asked, after pulling on your arm to get you to stop to speak to him. His grip was rather tight around your upper arm, without meaning to be because sometimes his gifted strength doesn't always occur to him when it comes to manhandling mortals.

"He's such a prick!" You complained and yanked your arm in order to get Thor to release you. He did without hesitation and hoped he didn't hurt you.

"Surely the two of you can find some common ground?" He asked optimistically.

"Unlikely." You huffed and carried on your way.

Once you were in the confinements of your room you slammed the door closed and kept your hands against the wood, as you took a few calming breaths to calm your nerves and gain some control over yourself. Despite Loki getting on your nerves it didn't help matters when there's been no news from SHIELD for over three and a half weeks. No news on Ferguson's whereabouts, no news about how long you're going have to live with the bickering brothers.

When you consider yourself to be reasonably calmer you pushed off from the door and began to strip off your sweat covered clothes. You needed to be rid of them as they also smelt of Loki, and you couldn't stand the feeling of the material clinging to your body any longer. As you were stripped down to your knickers and bra you headed to your en-suite where you ran yourself a hot bath. You added more than a generous amount of bubble bath to the water as the tub filled up. After the bath was full and the taps were off the remaining items of clothing soon hit the titled flooring. Then you process to climb in and you snack down into the delightful warmth, even some of the water spilt over the top as you got in, due to you letting it get dangerously full to the top. You felt engulfed by the warm bubbly water which began to loosen and destress your limbs. You allowed the feeling to over take and you closed your eyes to enjoy it.

"You look peaceful, my dear." Loki's dark sinful voice jolted you up from your sloughed position and your eyes flew open too. You felt grateful for the amount of bubbles there were as they kept you covered, and it was lucky you hadn't yet removed your Nano Mask either, because still to this day no one had seen you without it, just like they shouldn't for everyone's safety.

"What the fuck, Loki?!" You chastised.

He let out a chuckle that matched his dark sinful voice, as he gazed down at you from where he sat on the edge of the bath, and had one leg crossed over the other. His clothes had changed to a simple black v neck t shirt and tight dark blue jeans. You could even smell how refreshed he in fact is after your fight. His scent was strong, that was for sure.

"I merely came to apologise for provoking you. Although I did find it rather amusing." He said with a slight upwards curl to one side of his mouth.

"Couldn't your lame apology have waited until I was out and dressed?" You hissed.

"Nope! I would have missed this delightful sight." He chuckled and ducked his head down in perfect timing, right before the bottle of bubble bath could hit him in the head.

"GET OUT!" You yelled and used your foot to kick water up at him, which caused his amused face to get wiped away with the water. However he was quick to grab hold of your ankle and you slid down almost completely under the water, while the bubbles still did their job of covering all your intimate parts. Also the water is just about a hair's width away from short circuiting your Nano Mask.

"Honestly after I came to apologise this is what I get for my troubles." He scoffed and his grip on your ankle became tighter. "You're lucky that's all my intentions were, Johnson." Loki then disappeared again in a shimmer of green, and your leg dropped back into the bath with a splash once his grip on your ankle was gone.

Something about his words made you shiver again and the bath no longer felt as warm as it once did either. So you made quick work of bathing before you pulled the plug and dried off. You slipped on some comfy grey joggers and matching hoodie forgoing any knickers or bra, as you did not care enough to do so. Comfort was what you needed right now. Then you lay back on your bed staring up at the ceiling and trying to pretend like Loki hadn't made you shiver, while trying to deny the delightfulness that came from the way he spoke.

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The following afternoon you found Loki lounging on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea on the coffee table. Whilst Thor wore headphones with a mic included, as he held his controller firmly with his thumbs briskly and furiously battling against the enemy in his game. Nothing unusual. Of course Thor didn't acknowledge your presents as you walked to the kitchen, he was too busy anyway with his game. Yet Loki did glance up at you for a second before his eyes returned to his page. It didn't bother you in the slightest though, as to be quite honest you preferred it that way anyway.

"No you bloody imbecile....get the sword....NO,NO!" Thor complained into the mic to his online teammate.

"Thor, what did I say about talking while I'm reading?" Loki grumbled.

"Then leave brother.....NO! Thanks a lot Loki he just killed me, now I have to restart this level. Oh shut up you little weasel!" Thor split talks between Loki and shrilly complained to his online teammate.

"I'm not joking, Thor! Cut it out!" Loki shouted and sat up abruptly, then with a flick of his wrist a frying pan flew past you without you noticing and across the living room, then it struck Thor across the back of the head. Although it wasn't hard enough to knock him out. Luckily.

What seemed at first like a nice family setting soon turned upside down as Thor abandoned his place, controller and headphones just before launching at Loki. Due to his head on attack and the brute force the sofa tipped up, causing both himself and Loki to topple back with the sofa. The sound of the commotion startled you and you ran towards it to find the brothers wrestling on the floor, the sofa collapsed on its side, tea seeping into the rug while its once resided cup now lies cracked and chipped, torn pages from Loki's book and that didn't even begin to cover the chaos the room is in now.

"STOP IT, STOP IT!" You yelled, but neither of them stopped. Seeing them fight was a regular occurrence and more violently compared to when you fought with Loki in the training room.

Usually they would stop when you yelled at them, but not today. They just ignored you and continued to spit out insults at each other, as they wrestled and made more of a mess, you realised for once you'd have to get physically involved too. So you quickly ran over to the tv to unplug everything and make Thor lose his unsaved place in the game. A gamer's worst nightmare.

"Nooooo!" Thor breathlessly groaned, as he recognised the sound of the tv giving out power when it was unplugged. His attack on Loki had stopped finally and allowed Loki to wiggle himself free from underneath him.

"Serves you right." Loki said breathlessly, as tidied himself up from their wrestling match once he got back onto his feet.

"Why?" Thor said, as he slumped down onto his knees in front of the tv and his hands reaching up and around to hug the inanimate object.

"Why?! Why don't you act your age and not your shoe size? Both of you? Clean up this mess right now. You're lucky that your punishment isn't worse." You said angrily and you wondered why Princes of Asgard didn't know discipline as well as they ought to know.

Loki left Thor to do all the work as usual, blaming it all on him for the mess in the first place. Despite how firm you were you couldn't make Loki do anything, it had to be on his terms and his alone, thus annoying you to no end. Immediately after vacating the room and leaving Thor to the cleaning, you returned to making your cup of tea.

"Hmmmm...I do like this authoritative side of you darling." Loki's voice huskily whispered in your ear from behind you suddenly, whilst his hands lightly brushed up and down your bare arms. You felt your body tremor from his touch which you didn't like how easily your body was betraying you. Then again it has been a long time since you were touched so intermittently. Even if his touch was barely intermit compared to how and where you ached to be touched.

"I know it's not easy living under the same roof, but I'd appreciate it if we could keep the house orderly." You said in a reasonably collective voice, and you elbowed him in the ribs to get him to stop, which he did but he didn't step back.

"It's not like we don't ever fight." Loki's voice seemingly unchanging.

"That's different." You say defensively, as you spin around to face him, his face close to your own.

"In what way is it different?" He asked with an eyebrow raised curiously.

"Well for one we only physically fight in the training room, and two we don't have the many years of baggage you undoubtedly have with Thor." You shrug.

"True, but you have to admit you enjoy our little fights." He says before pressing himself against you, causing you to be caged between his arms and your back pressed against the kitchen worktop. You even had to crane your head back to look him in the eye because of how close he is."Nor can you deny the thrill of it running through your entire body."

"What's thrilling about being insulted nearly on a daily basis, and being treated as inferrer just because there's a God who needs an attitude adjustment under the same roof?" You refuse to give up so easily as it's not in your nature, despite how much your body wants to give in.

"It is merely...how do you mortals say? Banter? Banter to pass the time." His voice is playful yet still a husky whisper and his eyes never weaving away from yours. Although, you hold your breath as Loki tucks your hair behind one ear, and he allows his middle finger to follow the outline of your face.

"Lo-"

"Willow!" Thor suddenly yelled and caused Loki to disappear from right under your nose.

You sighed heavily with relief. These feelings inside you were becoming stronger and you were unsure how long he'd play this game, because that's all you could call this between you two. After all he said it's banter to pass the time.

As you went to see what Thor was up to now you realised it was an undercover SHIELD agent heading towards the house. You knew it was a SHIELD agent because of the distinct red suit they wore that was mentioned would be worn according to the last letter. The agent dropped off the letter and sat in the living room with a glass of water and waited until the letter was read. Thor and yourself took it in turns reading the letter. It stated that Ferguson had fallen off SHIELD's radar and expressed concern that the three of you keep your eyes peeled.

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Three weeks later

For one night you wanted to have a normal sit down family meal, even though you aren't Thor and Loki's family. You just missed the idea of having a proper sit down at a dining table with a home cooked meal. So you spent a good portion of the afternoon trying and failing to make an edible meal. Loki was alerted to the kitchen because of the blaring sound of the fire alarm, along with the smoke and burnt smell wafting out. As he stepped in he found you cursing and screaming at the burnt food that you pulled out of the oven. He chuckled at your misfortune as he walked over to you, but he stopped short a few steps when you glared at him.

"I told you, you're terrible when it comes to most basic Midgardian things." Loki said cheekily.

"I suppose you can do better?" You ask with your hands on your hips. Loki smiled and flicked his wrist. All of your hard failed work vanished and was replaced by a delicious spread. You shoved him out of annoyance, but you thanked him anyway under your breath.

Despite how irritably Loki still got under your skin, you knew since getting to know him you developed some admiration for him, more specifically his fighting skills inspired you, as did his intelligence challenge your own. On the other hand it was clear something had shifted between you both, whatever this might be and in such a short time. Not that your mind would allow you to admit anything, again regardless of how much your body was fighting against your rational thoughts. Then again innocuously you'd been teasing him with the subtle ways you walked or bent over as he walked in on you. Although, he kept messing with your mind with his silver tongue speaking of naughty and explicit things he wanted to do to you.

It wasn't long until the three of you sat at the dining table ready for the 'family meal.' Loki sat opposite you, the perfect place to keep his eyes on you, and throughout the entire meal he made inappropriate gestures/innuendoes towards you. Gestures/innuendoes that Thor was oblivious to thankfully. However, Loki knew what it was doing to you, to your body without even touching you. You silently cursed him in your mind for lightening the fire in your belly and the ache between your thighs. What you didn't know was Loki could hear your thoughts and it made him chuckle to himself.

After the meal you felt Loki following you to your room, but you weren't sure what his intentions were this time. However, you didn't have to wait long as he soon caught up to you with his long legs. Then you felt his hands on your waist within seconds of him approaching from behind. He quickly spun you around and pushed you against the wall, his body firmly keeping you against it with his hands on either side of your head.

"You wore my colours to dinner." Loki said seductively.

"You were being inappropriate at dinner." You replied cockily and poked his chest.

"What did you expect, darling? Seeing you in such a sexy little number and in my colours..." he trailed off as he bit into the side of your neck which caused you to gasp. "You keep teasing me with your voluptuous curves of late." He added before licking at the bite mark left on your skin and made you feel a little tingly, more so as he began to suck and open mouth kiss your neck and shoulder. His hands on your waist and digging his fingers into you.

"And you keep talking sinfully to me." You say breathlessly.

"Hummm...what kind of sinful things do I say?" Loki asks, as he abandons his attack on your neck and shoulder to look you in the eyes. He knows full well that you enjoy these moments you have together, as things have been heating up more and more recently.

"You say things like, I want to feast upon you until you milk my face." You reply, as Loki lightly traces his fingertips over your collarbone while his other hand remains on your waist.

"Perhaps you'll like this one too...I want you on your knees sucking my godly sized cock, until I'm teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. At that point I would force you onto my bed, tear away your clothing, leaving you vulnerable underneath me and let my hands explore every inch of your gorgeous body. I would attack you with my mouth and make you beg for more." Loki knew how to paint a picture for you.

"Then what?" You dared to ask. Your mind turning to mush and slowly caving to his wicked tongue, to his will.

"Then my dear I will fuck your brains out, even after you pass out from being overstimulated I will keep fucking you. I will keep using your pretty body until I am done, spurting my load into your little cunt before I plug it up inside you. You won't be able to remove it until I say so, because when you come to I want you to feel every drop of my seed inside of you, and to feel how much I've been saving up for you." Loki's words made you tremble and your breathing became shallow. Also, you could feel pressed up against your thigh just how much he was enjoying being close to you.

"I want you." You say and grab hold of the front of his shirt.

"Not tonight." You wanted to whine in protest, but Loki put his index finger over your lips to hush you before you could let out even a small sound. He has you where he wants you.

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The next morning you find Loki sitting comfortably at the control panel, as he monitors the ongoings within a 15 mile radius of the house and its surroundings. You spot an empty cup that has a small trace of what was his tea nearby. Although, you don't stand by the door for long before slipping into the room unnoticed, or so you thought you had. However Loki heard you nonetheless with his sharp hearing, albeit he still acted surprised, as you 'made your presents known.' Then you begin to massage his shoulders and you could feel him relax under your touch, more so as he leans back into the chair and closes his eyes.

"Loki?" You ask softly, as you continue to massage his shoulders.

"Hum?" He hums deeply.

"There-there's been this constant back and forth thing between us, so what is it exactly?" You were dying to know what this all means. How he feels.

"What do you mean?" Loki asks, as he opens his eyes to look up to you.

"I mean..." you stop massaging him and come around the chair as he follows you around with his eyes. "What are we to each other?" You gesture between the two of you with your hand.

"Have I been contemplating about there being an us, if that's what you're asking?" He asked with ease. You simply nod your head in response. "At first...at first I could never have imagined being in a relationship with a mortal, a Midgardian of all things. Now I am surrounded by Midgardians on a daily basis, I have grown accustomed to some of your strange ways....what I am saying is...you were a test."

"A what?!" You asked laced in anger.

"A test. I wanted to see what works best when wooing a Midgardian. I mean you're not the only female I see since being at this safe location. All of us have gone out from time to time in our disguises for food and other essentials, of course you've only been out whenever Thor or I have been present....but what I am saying is I've met someone. I like her a lot and if it wasn't for this other girl it would be you." Loki explains.

You slap Loki hard across his beautiful face. "You son of a bitch! Don't ever test your wooing theories on me ever again!" You then storm out and leave Loki in a bad mood.

You'd finally let your guard completely down and that's when you find that your mind was right all along. You shouldn't have let him get close.

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As frustrated as you are after what Loki had said earlier to you, you decided to get revenge. Revenge for all those times Loki made you weak at the knees and for allowing him to mess with your mind. As if making you believe he wanted more, that he wanted a relationship with you. In the end you came up with the idea of inviting Thor on a date to the local restaurant. You'd been there before with the brothers as a ploy to make the locals believe you're a normal group of people. So tonight you hoped would go well in order to take your mind off of Loki. Despite how hesitant Thor was when you asked, as it would be his first date since Jane dumped him, he felt flattered nonetheless that you asked.

Once you were ready to go out you grabbed Thor's hand and snuck out as quietly as you could. Only thing was Loki was in fact on his way back from his walk when he heard footsteps up ahead. He hid behind a nearby tree and watched you hand in hand with Thor walking up the long driveway, before becoming small dots disappearing from his sight altogether. Seeing you with his brother made Loki angry and he ended up sitting on the sofa in the dark until your return.

Later Thor kissed you goodnight at the bottom of the stairs before he left for his room alone. The date went fine, but you hadn't forgotten about Loki. He was constantly on your mind, not just tonight but 24/7. He had some sort of spell on you without the use of magic. Just like you'd said the night before to Loki, you wanted him and revenge wasn't so sweet. The problem now was Loki didn't want you. He used you.

Slowly out from the shadows Loki appears from where he'd been sitting since you left. His hands shoved into his dark blue jeans and a hurt expression on his face. You never expected to see such an expression on his face nor for it to tug at your heart strings. The pair of you just stood there for a while without exchanging any words.

"Thor is courting you now?" Loki eventually asked in a small voice with his head hung low.

"I-I wouldn't say courting, no. It was one date." You replied in the same small voice.

"Will there be another date though?" His brows frown and his eyes look up at you, almost as if he was a puppy who was trying to look cute after getting into trouble.

"I-I don't know, maybe?" You shrug and Loki nods his head once in understanding.

"Right well...goodnight Willow." Loki said and began to pass you heading for the stairs behind you. He'd never called you Willow before, only ever Johnson not that it was your name, but it was the only one he knew.

"Loki, wait!" You catch his wrist before he can ascend the stairs. He pauses in his tracks, but he doesn't turn to face you. "Did you really mean it when you said you met someone and I was a test?" Your voice was a little shaky by this point.

"What if I did and you were?" He said, as he felt your fingers slip away from his wrist.

"Then congratulations, you've-you've made me feel something for you and you hurt me in the process. If you lied then you're a coward and you're nothing like the man-God who takes what he wants." You felt tears pricking your eyes and you will yourself to keep it together.

Loki swallowed hard then turned to look at you finally. "Fine, I-I did lie to you. I am a coward. I lied because-because I was scared. Scared I could never be good enough for you. I killed your kind, their blood is on my hands. For what I have done hasn't been forgotten by me nor anyone else. This mission is meant to prove some sort of point of my rehabilitation and a chance to prove that I am worthy enough like Thor and the others. I am trying to change...I don't enjoy hurting people. I-I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I've had to. Least of all I didn't want to hurt you, but I did to protect myself from being hurt first." This was only the second time he'd been completely honest with you since you'd met.

"At first I was protecting myself from you because deep down I knew you'd hurt me, but I let you do it anyway....everything you said made me feel things I haven't in a long time, feeling your caresses made me crave more and I do. I meant it when I said I wanted you...what happened in New York is not who you are now. You've not killed anyone since. It wasn't your fault. In time they will see who you really are...but you're not the only one who's had to hurt people, had to kill. I don't enjoy it either. Ferguson made me. I haven't felt like myself in a long time, being in his company made me forget my true self. I had to blow my cover. I knew what I was doing when I followed his look-alike. I'm not stupid, I had to get out." You confessed and finally allowed yourself to cry. Your Nano Mask glitched a little from your tears.

Loki breaches the small distance between you both to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears with his thumbs. Your confession only proved the fact he has more in common with you than he thought, and with the new information makes him only want to protect you. Sure it's been his job, but now he wants to protect you not because he has to. He gently presses his forehead to yours and he smiles at you. In return you stop crying and you smile back at him.

Suddenly you feel light, if only for a short moment. As you pull away slightly you notice Loki has teleported you to his bedroom. Then you feel his lips crash against yours, his eyes closed as he kisses you gently, and he holds you tightly by your waist. You soon follow suit, closing your eyes and kissing Loki back in the same manner.

"What's your real name?" Loki asks after your lips part.

"Y/N," you reply without hesitation. You want to be yourself again more than anything in this world, you want to be honest with him and to be with him. So much so you remove your Nano Mask. Now he can finally see you.

"Y/N," he repeats and pulls you closer, tightening his arms around you and kisses you. "My dearest Y/N. Y/N, my love, I promise I will never hurt you again." You kiss him back harder than before and he is quick to return the passion.

Soon thereafter Loki walks you back towards his bed where he falls down on top of you, because you pull him down onto the bed with you. He groans into your mouth as you massage his scalp and nape of his neck. Yet he doesn't let you for very long, as he rips open your dress and kisses across your collarbone, then down to the top of your cupped breasts. Next he unclips your bra from the front then he trails his hand down the channel between your breasts, and stops at cupping your left breast. He looks you in the eyes as if to see if there's any hesitation behind them, but he finds none. You pull him back down to kiss his lips, already haven proven he kisses better than his brother.

Then you rub your foot up and down his leg underneath his jeans, before you pull his hand away from your breast, in order for you to sit up and rip his shirt open. Buttons went flying everywhere, both of you breathing heavily now too. Both of you close your eyes and kiss harder, tongues finally getting to explore each other's mouth in the process. As you're both kneeling on the bed kissing, you feel his hands squeeze your bum, causing you to moan and wanting him to keep touching you. His fingers soon hooked around the waistband of your knickers, then ripped them clean off and threw the pieces over the side of the bed. Then he removes the scraps of your dress and bra completely off of your body to join the torn knickers. You're quick to fiddle with his belt and eagerly get into his jeans and reach inside. You gasp upon feeling his semi hard-on in your hand. You already knew he was big from when he was pressed against your thigh the night before, but you had to see exactly how big. Loki chuckled as you yanked his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Your comical eyes staring at his assets was delightful.

As Loki kissed you again he pushed you back down. He then struggled but eventually kicked off his jeans completely. Both of you explored the other's body with hands and mouths, tangling up your limbs in a different way to when you both fought together in the training room. When Loki kissed down the length of your body again you couldn't help but tremor, you were his entirely. You gasped as he latched onto your clit with his hot mouth. He then hooked your legs over his shoulders and kissed each thigh before licking your wet folds. He was finally feasting upon you as he said he would, all you had to do was let him until you milked his face. Which as it turns out wasn't long until you came on his face. Loki groaned and slurped up as much of your juices as he could and continued to push you over the edge again.

After you cum twice on his tongue and face he let you have a break and he relaxed his jaw. When you were ready you turned on your side and used two fingers to walk down his chest, then followed the hairy trail from his navel downwards, taking his length into your hand. You began to pump his length at a steady rhyme and enjoyed the feeling of him hardening further in your hand. Then you straddled over his legs, giving yourself plenty of room to work with, as you kitten licked the tip of his cock. As you take the head into your mouth Loki hisses and grabs the bed cover tightly. He watches you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, a beautiful sight to behold before his eyes roll back. You bob up and down on his cock right up until he's teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. At which point he pushes you off and pins you down. You see his lust hooded eyes stare at you, while both of you breath heavily, you end up beckoning him closer with a swipe of your tongue over your lips. He kisses you and his grip tightens around your wrists. You feel his cock teasing your pussy lips as his tongue dives into your mouth. Luckily you manage to free a leg and push your heel into his arse to force him inside your warm wet quim. The kiss broke instantly and you both groaned at the feeling of Loki being inside of you. He waits for you as you accommodate to his godly size, once you nod your approval he begins to move.

At first Loki's rhyme is steady and loving, that is until you snap your hips up, causing both of you to moan in time and it sets him off. Loki picks up the pace at a rapid speed, his heavy balls slapping against you and you feel the blood start to cut off in your wrists. Ever so slightly he then changes up the angle and you find him deeper than before, almost as if you could feel him in your stomach. But the feeling of him repeatedly hitting your g-spot made your toes curl. The sounds from both of you bounced off the walls while the bed rocked and hits against the wall repeatedly.

"OH GOD! LOKIIIII, YES, YES, YES! FUCK ME!" You yelled before cumming hard, squeezing him for all he's worth and your whole body shook.

"AH, Y/N! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!" Loki cried your name like a mantra as he came deep inside of you. His seed thickly coating your walls as he kept spurting into you.

Eventually you both collapsed in a sweaty heap of limbs and bedsheets. You didn't care about him crushing you under his weight while temporarily cutting off your breath. When he did roll over he pulled you with him and held you closely to his body. You could breathe again thankfully. He kissed your temple a couple of times as you traced your fingers around his nipple, before he kissed your swollen red lips once more.

Unfortunately neither of you could enjoy the after bliss for very long as Ferguson forced the door to break inwards. Loki held onto you possessively, while trying to keep your modesty not that he cared all that much about how indecent he appeared to be. He only cared about protecting you.

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