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hiddleloki · 3 years

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*insert Mushu “I live” gif*

Ok, so I finally watched Loki and I loved it. Loki and Quicksilver are my fav characters and I was really, really mad at Marvel for what they did to my boy Quickie, but I’m still holding out hope that they somehow fix that at some point. I mean, hello, variants? That thing officially exists now.

Luckily Loki seems to be more favored by Feige/Marvel and seems like we’re gonna see lots more of him. Season 2 and possibly even MoM. Season 2 is old news as there were already reports of it actually happening last year, and this year in January Deadline confirmed S2 of Loki with Michael Waldron returning. But I was holding out hope for Loki making an appearance in MoM (I want to see Strange interact with Loki again) and it seems like there’s a good chance of this actually happening.

Anyway, some thoughts about the show:

- I loved the show’s cinematography. It didn’t feel like a tv show at all

- Soundtrack is just *chefs kiss*

- TVA Loki my beloved. I honestly think TVA Loki might be my favorite version of Tom’s Loki so far. This show finally gave us the opportunity to really delve deeper into Loki, who he is as a person, how does he form relationships with people outside his family. It was just so fun to see different sides of him, like making a friend, falling in love? I never thought I’d ever see that. Especially not after IW

- Really liked his reaction to watching his ‘greatest hits’ and realizing his family actually loved him. Loki was always kind of a softie who genuinely cared about his family and seeing his parents’ (and his own) deaths was so emotional

- Infinity Stones being used as paperweights for the TVA will never not be funny. It broke my mind and sent me into existential crisis just as it did with Loki.

- Loki needs to give Casey a fish at some point. Or take him to an aquarium.

- Mobius needs his jet ski in season 2. I also want to know more about Mobius and his backstory. What was his Nexus event, does he have a family, what is his real name?

- I really liked his friendship with Loki and the fact that he’s canonically Loki’s first real friend. Loki needed a friend (the W3 and Sif were never really his friends, Loki just tagged along I guess) and I’m happy he finally has one

- I need to find out more about B-15, who she was, her real name...Wunmi absolutely killed it during “I looked happy.” scene. God, that bit broke me

- Ravonna was sus to me from the start and she’s also one of the characters I want them to explore more. Especially now since Kang and his variants are also involved.

- Sylvie is probably my favorite new character introduced. I knew Sophia’s gonna play Sylvie and she’s gonna have a large role, but damn I didn’t expect to love this character as much as I do. There’s so much more left of her to be explored and I think her arc in season 2 will be amazing

- I saw that Loki/Sylvie romance coming the moment Lamentis episode ended. There were so many hints in that episode, I’m actually surprised so many people viewed them as having a sibling type of dynamic.

- I know that their love story is not a typical straightforward romance, but also serves as a metaphor for self love, but I found the idea of Loki falling in love with someone who is an au version of him, but also isn’t him both interesting and hilarious. Also, it was adorable especially that blanket scene in the void. There’s just something adorable about Loki being a complete softie for someone else. You know what, I’m rooting for them. I hope they get their happy ending, they deserve it.

- Literally every character in this show deserves their happy ending. Like, just the idea of the variants not knowing who they are, being brainwashed and forced to work for this organisation...*happy endings for everyone please*

- Majors’ variant of Kang, aka He Who Remains was everything and is right behind Sylvie as my new favorite character. The guy absolutely killed it and I need more of him and his (many) characters/variants right now. Plus I would’t mind if we see this particular version of He Who Remains again.

- The way they made Loki come out as bi was also so well done and I’m so happy they acknowledged that. Disney is notoriously bad with LGBT+ representation so the fact that the creators of the show managed to put that in was everything. I heard the director was fighting real hard for that to be made canon and I appreciate her effort.

- We were shown more of Loki’s abilities. It was about damn time.

- Alligator Loki is the baby Yoda of the marvel verse. I loved the theory that there’s an universe in which Alligator Loki was adopted by Crocodile Odin.

- Classic Loki.....Richard E Grant stole that episode. God, I wouldn’t mind an episode that focuses strictly on Classic Loki, he was just such a great character and he broke my heart

- I wonder if Kid Loki will travel to the main timeline and join the Young Avengers at some point

- THROG

- I really liked how they established that variants are basically their own people. Their own beings, they each have their own backstories, autonomy, clear differences that make them THEM. They aren’t copies, they’re individuals. And that they aren’t genetically related, but that they share the same soul and role in their universes (basically temporal aura) because that will also clear up some confusion with upcoming multiverse movies, for example Spiderman

- I suppose Loki confirms that all Peter Parkers in NWH are basically variants of Peter Parker, but just like Lokis, they aren’t the same, which explains why they all look different and why they also have different aunts and families. It’s not DNA that makes someone a variant of a certain being, it’s a soul. A role.

- I really hope that that one rumour of various Stephens in MoM actually turns out to be true.

- Strange is gonna kill Loki and Sylvie

- Which brings me to the last take:

- Ralph is totally Peter. I am clowning yes, but lemme have this.

Overall, I really liked the show. I loved it in fact. It was really character driven and didn’t focus much on action, which is a plus for me, because I rather watch characters talk and interact with each other than action sequences.

The bad thing is that now I’l have to wait at least 2 years to see what happens next. And I’m curious if there’ll be a bit of a time jump between both seasons.

#loki #loki series #loki show #tom hiddleston #sylvie #sophia di martino #mobius #owen wilson #ravonna #gugu mbatha raw #jonathan majors #kang #sylki #ralph bohner #quicksilver

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realityhelixcreates · 3 years

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 78: The Great Provider

Chapters: 78/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: pg 13

Relationships: Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki (Marvel),Thor(Marvel) Wanda Maximoff, vision, Bruce Banner

Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Party Time, Alarr Is A Little Bitch Now And Forever, Seriously Bull Cults Are Super Old, And Super Important

Summary: You face the bull.

“There's a lot of people looking at me.” Your father whispered to you, fiddling nervously with a crumbling slice of dark buttered bread. “Your asshole beau got me good this time.”

Seated on the other side of you, Loki sighed. Of course he could hear, even with the din of the First Feast all around. You shook pepper onto a peeled, boiled egg.

“It wasn't planned like that.” You whispered back. “All of the humans are seated on this side, me included. The planners just thought you should be next to me.”

On the one hand, you were glad your father was acknowledging your relationship without major pushback. On the other hand, insulting a prince within earshot of that prince, and many of his vassals, was probably not such a good idea.

“I mean, I can ask them to change the seating order. Put you down at the farthest table, with a bunch of Asgardians you've never met.”

He shuddered. “You wouldn't. My own daughter wouldn't do that to me, her poor old father, who has so few years left to him. You wouldn't show such cruelty to a vulnerable old man.”

“Yeah, yeah, you've got one foot in the grave already. You could fall over dead any minute now. You're practically dust.”

“Well, that might be going a little far.” he huffed. “I've still got some vinegar in me.”

“You even talk like an old man.” you teased. “Besides, you don't get to pull the Old Man Card, and then complain because I play along. Make up your mind.”

You passed him a serving bowl full of bilberry porridge, and he dipped some out. One thing your father was always willing to do, was try new food.

“Speaking of, what counts as 'old' to these folks?” he asked. “You've been saying some stuff about that, but it seems unbelievable.”

“You gotta start believing this stuff, Dad.” you chided.” It's all real. I know it's hard. My head has been swimming for months. But it gets easier to accept the more you learn. Anyway, for an Asgardian, about five thousand puts someone firmly into the 'elderly' category, but for an Aesir, like the king, or Saga, or Loki, the sky is the limit. I can count the number of kings Asgard has had in it's whole history on one hand. They just live that long.”

“Five thousand? Damn. That's...That's like, pyramid building times, isn't it? Say...did they...?”

“No, they didn't build the pyramids. I already asked. And even if aliens did build them, it wouldn't have been Asgardians” you pointed out. “They would have been in the north, making, I dunno, runestones? Longships? Something like that. The people in the north never really did the large-scale monument building like they did in Egypt. But Asgardians sure did. You saw the paintings of the old palace?”

That thing that looked like a pipe organ? Yeah.”

“So, if they were building our monuments, they'd have looked like that, wouldn't they?”

“Okay, but what if it was different aliens? We know there's more than one kind of alien.” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but...I never found out if the other gods of the world were aliens or not. But even if they were, I'm pretty sure the pyramids were built by humans, even if they were built for their gods.”

“They were.” Loki interrupted. “But they also made for interesting sight-seeing expeditions for many peoples across Yggdrasil, so yes, aliens visited Earth quite often in your distant past.”

Your father clammed up and glared. After a few awkward moments, Loki turned back to his plate, passing along a crumbly cheese that turned out to be similar to feta. You added some to your grain salad.

Just get through dinner, you thought to yourself. Why did the men in your life always have to be so difficult?

Time was left between courses for the making of toasts, and there was a lot of back and forth-between the Icelandic dignitaries praising the Asgardians for being such gracious hosts, and the Asgardians praising them for hosting all of Asgard in the first place. There were toasts for the Avengers in attendance, though they were somewhat subdued; the Maximoff girl was still a fairly controversial figure, Dr. Banner continued to be visibly uncomfortable with the attention, and the Vision was simply not as well known. But they were dutifully honored nonetheless, and then the humans of Trolerkaerhalla turned their adoration on you.

'The People's Seidkona', they called you. 'The bridge', and 'the Huldra shield'. Even 'the Sapphire Brand', a kenning Loki had invented for you, which made you wonder what he had been discussing with his worshipers when he was out working on the longhouses.

The dessert course was mixed dried fruit, cooked down into a compote and served over bread.

It was also the last course before the slaughter of the bull, for tomorrow's Second Feast.

You'd told Tara and your father about it, to mixed reactions. Tara was repulsed, but your father, who presumably saw more dead animals along the side of the road than you would be comfortable with, seemed to take it in stride.

“Someone has to do it.” he'd said, “They gotta get to the plate somehow. Sucks, I know. There's no way out of it?”

“It's tradition.” you'd sullenly explained. “And it's really old. Like, Proto-Indo-European old. Back when kings used to be worshiped and held responsible for everything. If the crops failed, they sacrificed him. So it was in a ruler's best interests to make sure his people were provided for. I think, eventually, the bull became a stand-in for the king. I don't know if the Asgardians influenced us in this case, or if it was the other way around, but there's a whole deep layer cake of symbolism involved, and I really do have to participate.”

The bull and the ruler. Symbols of power, fertility, plenty, and prosperity. It was poetic, in an ancient, rustic kind of way.

You had thought that you had it all together, but when you heard the bellowing sound of the bull somewhere close, and your heart clenched in your chest.

Suddenly dessert didn't taste so good.

******

There had been an arena built between tables for the bull to be driven into, with a raised platform that you were currently perched on, holding a goad with a trail of ribbons at the end. You would be enticing the bull towards you with the movement of the ribbons, and once it was within range, Loki would strike.

Then the beast would be butchered on the spot, to prepare for the next nights festivities. It would be very educational.

The human guests had been informed of what was about to happen, and of course, the Asgardians already knew, but they still cheered you on anyway. Skaldic students picked up a slow drum beat, that pulsed like a heart.

How many thousands of years worth of rulers and seidkonas doing this? Odin and Frigga had done it. Bor and Bestla had done it. Buri and Audhumla had not-the holiday hadn't been declared until after Buri's passing. But one had to assume that they all gazed out from Valhalla, within it's great black hole, and saw what their descendants were doing. Presumably, Buri could now see that two people who had no true relation to him, were now the ones honoring him. How would he feel about that?

The bull bellowed behind the gates, the sound echoing and distorting strangely. Loki lurked next to the platform, waiting. This wasn't going to be like a matador facing down an angry beast. This was going to be an ambush.

The gates slowly begin to open, and your adrenaline spiked into the sky.

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes

The bull entered the arena and you froze in shock, almost completely forgetting what you were supposed to be doing.

The bull was...wrong. It was completely still, standing on a board on wheels. It did not walk into the area, but was pushed. It's head was oddly textured, almost shiny, and strangely shaped. It bellowed again, weird and distorted, but did not open it's mouth.

Its strangeness blended into your anxiety, becoming a potent cocktail of revulsion and dread. Loki patted the platform next to you, and you started, jerking your ribbons to and fro. The bull bellowed one more time before Loki strode up to it, and, with one smooth and elegant swing, beheaded it.

There was no blood. The wound was hollow, and the head sprouted the legs of a child as soon as it hit the ground, running around and mooing irreverently to the amusement and obvious confusion of the audience.

It was fake. It was a fake bull. Loki had mentioned to you that you need not worry because he had taken care of her bull problem, but hadn't had time to elaborate before you'd had to scramble up the platform. You would have never guessed he meant this.

With a flourish, Loki whipped the tanned hide off the bull, revealing a hollow armature beneath, within which was an ice-covered table, piled up with cuts of meat, bowls of organs, piles of stew bones, and a bucket of blood. The bull reduced down to its edible parts, all ready for tomorrow's feast.

The drums stopped abruptly, the child who had been hiding in the paper-mache bulls head discarded it to the side and ran off into the cheering crowd, as people came forward to carry away the bits of bull.

Loki draped the bull's hide over his shoulders and helped you down from the platform.

“Did I not tell you?” he said smugly. “I took care of it for you. Truly, the symbolism is the most important part, and this speeds the process along so that we may get to the dancing all the sooner!”

“That was freaky as hell!” you scolded. “You shoulda told me it was gonna be a fake! I spent that whole time all bent out of shape because of it, ugh, what a lot of wasted sleep!”

“In my defense, I didn't find out that you were troubled about it until yesterday. I had only a limited time to come up with something.”

“And you decided to stuff a kid in a fake bull's head? That's what you came up with?”

“That's Beli's youngest great-great-great-grandson, and he volunteered! My dear, what's wrong? I thought you would prefer it this way?”

“I do!” you huffed, irritated. “But I need you to start telling me when you do things like this! How am I gonna do my job if you already make all the decisions by yourself? Stop trying to surprise me all the time. I froze out there because of it! What did that look like to everybody else, huh?”

“I think they were too captivated by the bull to take notice...” he didn't sound so sure. “But yes, you are right, of course. It is a bad habit. I will be better.”

Somewhat mollified, you took his arm and allowed him to lead you to the dances.

*******

“It's an insult!” Alarr raged. “He reduces our history to mere spectacle!”

“It may have been for convenience.” his wife pointed out. “Our Midgardian guests need more frequent rest. It wouldn't do for his Highness' little seidkona to collapse from exhaustion.”

“Do not call her that!” he snapped. “She doesn't deserve the title! What part of her is a seidkona? The part that graces Loki's bed? Or the part that gets into cat fights with her betters? This is exactly what I am talking about though! The Midgardians are weak, but we are the ones expected to lower ourselves to their level? If they cannot keep up, they shouldn't be here! The prince is a fool, and the Allfather merely enables him. Together, they will reduce us to infants.”

“Watch your tone with me, Alarr. I tire of your temper.”

“And I tire of watching our culture and people be diminished for easier consumption by outsiders. When does it end? If even our holy days aren't exempt from foreign influence, then what part of us can we really expect to keep? How much can we be diluted, and still remain Asgard?”

“Alarr, this obsession has already cost you dearly. And not just you, the whole family has been impacted by it. You are so preoccupied with everything you're afraid we're going to lose, that you don't see the harm that you are doing to us yourself! Now you may sit here and let your rage rob you of your Buridag, but I'm going back out there to enjoy myself! Stars know, I've had precious few chances to do so lately!”

She stormed out, leaving him behind to seethe.

******

“That was so weird.” Todd said. “I thought it was going to be a real cow.”

“I'm glad it wasn't!” another camper exclaimed.

“Yeah, me too, but why did they go through all that rigmarole about what was going to happen, explaining the whole thing, telling us not to fear, and then wheel out a meat-filled piñata instead? Did they think we were gonna think it was real? Like, are we toddlers to them?”

“Maybe? They're all hundreds of years old, aren't they? Even the kids.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I feel like that's a problem though. I mean, think of the advantages they have over all the rest of us! I can't help but feel like they will eventually have a disproportionate amount of global influence, just because of the monumental projects that they can put together with that longevity. And like, I know the longhouse squad might not mind having alien overlords, but I'm sure not excited about it.”

“Global superpowers rise and fall. That's just history.” another camper said. “Are you sure you aren't just worried that yours might be overshadowed?”

“No need to be rude.” Todd chided. “People were rightly worried about super powered individuals before these guys even showed up. I mean, look at what happened to Sokovia! When I was a kid, that kind of thing was unthinkable! Now we've gotta worry about nukes, and terrorists, and school shootings, and climate change, and now alien invaders and supermen on top of all that? It's no wonder people are so worried. Did you know these people haven't even signed the Accords? What do you think that says about them?”

“Hey, I'm not disagreeing, man. I'm skeptical too. But they're refugees all the same, and it's only been a couple years. I figure they're just trying to get adjusted before they go committing themselves to anything big, you know?”

“And that's fair for the average Asgardian. As far as we know, they didn't do anything wrong. But Thor...you know, as much as I like him, he's been involved in some pretty destructive events. And the least, I mean, the very least he could have done to show some kind of good faith with Earth, would be to turn his brother over to some kind of justice. But he hasn't; he's just let Loki flaunt every authority. The man committed a felony, he kidnapped my girlfriend, and...nothing! He's not allowed on United States soil, but he did it anyway, and nothing has been done. I can't help but be resentful, who wouldn't be?”

“I know what you mean, but then why did you come to this shindig, anyway?”

Todd shrugged. “I just wanted to see that she was okay, you know? We weren't perfect, but we really had something, and I just want to make sure she's okay. She didn't look okay, up there with that fake bull, and I don't like it. I know her; she's kinda delicate. All this is gonna be too much for her.”

“You have a lot to say.” interrupted an unfamiliar, accented voice. The little knot of campers jerked to attention. A young man stood nearby, arms crossed, glaring.

“Uh, yeah...” Todd said. “To my friends. Who are you?”

“Fritjof.” the stranger said shortly.

“That's the mutant.” one of the campers whispered urgently. “We saw him out in that fight, remember? He throws fire!”

“Oh.” Todd held his hands up in front of him. “Hey man, we don't have any beef with you. No need to lose our tempers or anything...”

Fritjof snorted. “Somehow, I doubt this.” he sneered.

“Frit!” A woman cried, then rattled off a quick sentence Todd could not understand. Fritjofs intimidating stance softened, and he answered back.

“I'm going to dance now.” He told Todd. “Be a more gracious guest.”

Several of the campers let out the breaths they'd been holding, as he left.

“What a freak.” One of them muttered.

“Don't know what his problem is, but I think he could use a class on minding his own business.” Todd said.

“So, you wanna go dance?”

“Not really, but I suppose it couldn't hurt to go see what it's like.”

******

The dancing was energized and frenetic; stomping, clapping, twirling, leaping. It was full of laughter and celebration, messy and unchecked. The commoner's dances were danced by all, and you had thrown yourself into them with relish. From arm to arm you passed, jumping and shouting in time with everyone else.

You danced, and spun, and bounced, finally ending up panting back in Loki's arms.

“Come, sit with me.” he said. “You need a breather.”

He sat you down in one of the covered seats, wrapped you in his cloak for extra warmth, and pressed a cup of hot cider into your hands. The community continued to dance, some breaking off to rest, some jumping back in. You simply watched, sipping your cider as Loki twirled Sjofn, Thor kicked with Wanda, and a very tall Asgardian lady tried to entice an increasingly uncomfortable looking Dr. Banner. Even Gloa seemed to be having a good time, though you noticed Alarr was nowhere to be seen. Andsvarr, however, was dancing for all he was worth, and rarely let Saldis out of his grasp. It was cute, but not as cute as Tara, slightly drunk off buttered rum, flirting openly with several very confused Asgardians, or your father, trying hard to avoid Dr. Banner's fate.

Loki whirled his way back to your side, and plopped down next to you, but must have noticed you were fading.

“It has certainly been a long day, hasn't it?” he asked. “Would you prefer to return to our rooms?”

“Yeah. As much as I'd like to stick around, I'd really need some sleep.” you admitted. “Gotta be up bright and early tomorrow too.”

“Then shall we?” He offered his arm, and somehow the two of you slipped away without much notice.

“Are you going back out?” you asked, as he tucked you comfortably into his bed.

“Yes, for a little while longer. It's best that my brother and I be seen out among the people for as long as possible. I'll be back later. Sleep soundly, my dear.”

The rigors of the day caught up to you quickly, and you had no inkling of how much time had passed when you finally felt him slip into bed next to you, smelling of sweet crystal mead.

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jj-scottsbee · 4 years

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Little Sister

Prompt: You’re the younger sister of Loki and Thor. You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker right under their noses.

Warnings: smut, language

Being the little sister of two the most well-known Gods, had its ups and downs. You had two personal bodyguards, but those bodyguards often tended to get very over-protective and intrusive. You loved them both with your whole heart, but damn did they annoy the shit out of you at times. Privacy was never something they liked to give you, even after both Frigga and Odin discussed with them that you were a growing girl. You needed a certain amount of privacy. The talk took effect for about a week and then your brother's returned to scaring off possible lovers and even friends.

They had decided to bring you to Midgard with them, wishing to show you other realms and have you train with some of the most skilled people they knew. You had been ecstatic about moving to Midgard, excited to meet the mortals that your brother's considered to be their second family. The team had welcomed you with open arms, immediately treating you as if you were their own sister. All of them were protective of you, but Natasha and Wanda had helped set a few boundaries for the men. Your brothers finally began to give you little space and let you have your privacy. Neither of them were constantly by your side anymore, they weren't worried about where you were or what you were doing 24/7, anymore. In your new-found freedom, Tony had introduced you to Peter. The two of you hit it off instantly, both of you just clicked with each other. It wasn't long before an innocent friendship turned a little more serious. Unbeknownst to your brothers and the rest of the team.

In Asgard Loki, and Thor were very scary when it came to boys and the idea of courting. They were always the first to argue when the idea of a courting ball or introducing you to a possible future husband was thrown out. You were their little sister, their brotherly protectiveness always kicking in. They had adored since you were born, promising their Mother that they would always protect you. As one may have noticed, they had kept their promise and possibly taken it a bit too seriously.

When you and Peter began dating, the two of you decided to tell no one, except for May, Natasha, and Wanda. Those three women were the only ones the both of you trusted with your secret. You loved your brothers dearly, but you knew as soon as they found out about you and Peter, their old ways would come back. Quite possibly those old habits may become even worse if they knew about your current relationship.

So far you had been able to keep the relationship a complete secret from all the guys on the team for about 5 months. For a team that had spies, super-soldiers, an overly intelligent scientist, a billionaire genius, and two Norse Gods, you would have thought someone else would have caught on by now. Yes, you and Peter were careful of how you interacted with each other around everyone else, but there were still some obvious signs. You may have not been sucking each other's faces in front of the men of the team, but there were lingering glances, longing touches, and the time you two spent together, would most likely out the relationship if anyone else saw how you acted with Peter. The only person who was a little suspicious of you and Peter was Loki, but you brushed it off as him just being protective.

~ ~

You trudged out of the elevator, sleep still hanging on your body. You wore a baggy hoodie and pair of boxers that you told everyone you had bought, but in actuality, you had stolen them from Peter. Fuzzy socks covered your feet, keeping them warm against the marble floor. As you made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by the sweet smile of your boyfriend, Peter. He a bowl of cereal laid in front of him, as he stood at the counter.

"Morning Peter." You yawned, passing him. Opening one of the cupboards to grab yourself a cup, you took a quick glance around the floor.

"Babe, we're alone," Peter chuckled as he turned around to face you. Setting the cup down, now reassured that the two of you were alone, you wrapped your arms around his neck and put your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, as he placed both his hands on each of your hips.

"I missed you last night, where were you?" You pouted, pulling away from the kiss, but leaving your arms draped around the back of his neck. You had noticed his normal sleep attire of sweatpants and an old, ratted hoodie. You knew he slept at the tower last night and usually, when he does, he sneaks up to your room and spends the night with you.

"I tried, but Loki was like patrolling the halls. Every time I tried to get out, there he was. I'm pretty sure he thinks I have a UTI, because of how many times I told him I was just going to the bathroom." Peter breathed out, making you laugh a little. Though a little worry set in the back of your mind, what was Loki up to? What did he know?

"Make it up to me tonight?" You gave him a devilish smile, as you slid one hand down his body, stopping on his clothed package. You slowly palmed him through his sweatpants, watching as he eyed you dangerously.

"Of course," He smirked back at you, setting his hands on your ass. As you continued to palm his now hardening member, as he groped your ass aggressively. Both of you had a small case of sexual frustration since it had been a week since Peter and you had gotten down to business.

The ding of the elevator separated the two of you in a mere second, you went to fill your cup with water, as Peter began to eat his cereal once again as he scrolled through his phone. Tony and Steve entered the room, Tony already showered and Steve sweaty from his morning workout. Both of them distracted by their conversation, not bothering to give you two a second glance as they passed, heading towards the living room area. After the two men had passed you, Tony slowly came back. He was still facing the direction he been walking in previously, but retraced his step stopping across from you and Peter. You stood next to Peter now, both of you raised your eyes to meet Tony's as he turned around to face the two of you.

"Why you wearing those?" Tony questioned pointing at your pants, your heart froze and Peter mindlessly looked down at your choice of pants. His body tensed next to yours as he realized you were wearing his boxers.

"Their mine." You blurted out.

"I didn't ask that, but now I know they're actually his. I knew those looked familiar anyways, but thanks for the confirmation." Tony pointed from you to Peter and then back to the boxers you were in.

"You can't tell anyone, please Tony."

"How do you know those are mine?" Peter questioned.

"Uhm, secrets are hard and who do you think does your dirty laundry? Do you think your dirty clothes just magically disappear?" Tony asked sarcastically, "But I will keep my mouth shut, as long as no one gets pregnant."

"No need to worry, Natasha was sweet enough to get me on the pill." You offered, relief washing over your body. You knew Tony wouldn't tell your brothers on purpose, but he was known for having a bit of a big mouth.

After the little encounter with Tony, both of you became even more secretive. You constantly apologized to Peter for wearing his boxers and panicking under pressure. However, Peter being Peter he assured you multiple times that it was okay. For the next couple of days the two you kept your distance a little bit, hoping that Tony would forget about the whole situation. Unfortunately, Tony made it his mission to secretly tease the two of you about the relationship in front of everyone. Though he made sure to make comments that people wouldn't catch on too.

"So, Y/N you seeing anyone lately? Y'know, like romantically? Ya got your eye on any particular boy? Cause I heard Peter's single, so he's always an option." Tony rambled, as he walked into the living room. You and Loki were reading, while Thor and Clint sat on the opposite couch watching whatever was on tv. You closed your eyes, annoyance taking over.

"I'm not really looking for a relationship right now." You mumbled, trying to keep the annoyance you were feeling a secret. As soon as Tony had mentioned you being in a relationship, both of your brothers were quick to tune into the conversation. Loki gave Thor a questioning look and then turned towards Tony, who now stood in the kitchen.

"Y/N has no interest in boys right now, she need not worry about it anyway," Loki spoke up, waiting for you to nod in agreement. Thor was quick to agree but added in his thoughts.

"Well, to be honest brother, I would rather our little sister be interested in the tiny spider-boy rather than a stranger. We know where the skinny boy lives." Thor chuckled, Loki shrugging as it was a valid point. You rolled your eyes, as you pushed yourself off the couch.

"Well I'm gonna leave and I'm asking you nicely, please stop talking about my love life. You are all grown men, find yourselves, someone, before you discuss someone for me." You stated as you walked into the elevator. A chorus of 'heys' followed as the doors began to shut, Clint laughing as he commented that he already had a wife.

"I've got Pepper!" Tony yelled in a matter of fact tone, leaning over the counter to look at you.

"Oh please, everyone is still trying to figure out whether or not she is just a very realistic, robotic, sex-doll," Loki added, the argument that came after was completely silenced as the elevator began to move.

You let out a relieved breathe, happy to finally be away from Tony and your brothers. That was only one of the many times that Tony had made comments like that and you knew, Loki was slowly catching on. Thor was still obviously oblivious, as always.

You avoided everyone the rest of the day, sticking to your room. You texted Peter around 5 that you wanted to see him and you both agreed on sneaking into the living room around 10 and watching a movie together. Neither of you were feeling very risky currently, so you both planned on watching a comedy movie later. As always, you took a shower just before you went down to meet Peter. You shaved, everywhere, you put on Peter's favorite lotion of yours and some grey comfy shorts that sat just a little higher than they should. You couldn't help yourself, as you decided to go commando and no bra, with an oversized sweatshirt.

Both of you met in the living room around 10, knowing if anyone came in it wouldn't look like anything more than just two friends watching a movie. You let Peter pick the movie, as you grabbed two blankets. You two would definitely be sharing one, but you grabbed the other to make it look like you guys had two separate ones. You settled next to Peter, your shoulder's touching. Peter gently held your hand, his thumb rubbing the top of yours under the blanket.

Not even 20 minutes into the movie, Peter had managed to slip his hand from yours and place it on the inside of your thigh. You responded knowingly, as you untucked your legs from under you, widening them just enough. Peter pulled the blanket up just a little bit more, to hide his growing hard-on and the placement of his hand. Every time Peter moved his hand further up your thigh, he would glance over at you every time to make sure you were okay with what he was doing. You would meet his eyes only for a second, to give him the 'go-ahead' and then turn your attention back to the tv.

You could feel yourself, becoming wetter each time he would move his hand. Butterflies formed in your stomach, as he got closer and closer to your center. You moved your hips just slightly, motioning for him to just touch you already. He gave you a cocky smirk, as he slipped his hand up your shorts, realizing you had no underwear on.

"You planned on this, huh?" He teased, as he slowly began to massage your clit. You gave him a mischievous smile, as you turned your head towards him. He watched as your smile, turned into a look of pleasure as he began to add a little pressure.

You couldn't help yourself and moved so you now straddled him. He readjusted himself and then guided you down onto the bulge that sat trapped in his black joggers. You immediately set your lips on his, not even bother to wait for permission you let your tongue slip into his mouth. As your tongue explored his mouth, you slowly began to grind yourself onto his boner. The slight friction exciting you and the small groan that left Peter's mouth fueled you to keep going. Peter gripped your hips hard, lifting you slightly off of his lap. You had a knee on both sides of his lap holding you up, as he kept his lips on yours. Your hands sat on either side of face cupping him, he only stopped the kiss for a second to wet two of his fingers. He instantly connected with your lips again as he led his hand back down to your core once again.

A small gasp escaped your lips, as you felt Peter slowly slip a finger inside of you. You thanked god for letting you remember to wear loose shorts and no underwear. He slowly pumped one finger in and out as you deepened the kiss.

"Y/n, Peter? Mr. Stark would like me to remind you two that there are security cameras in the living room." Jarvis's voice scared the shit out of both you, as you pushed your self off of Peter and to the side. You quickly grabbed the blanket pulling it up to make sure everything was covered. You mentally slapped yourself as you had completely forgotten about the cameras, as you tried to catch your breath.

As you and Peter sat there slightly annoyed, trying to calm your breathing, the elevator doors opened. In came Thor, Loki, Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Peter and you made eye contact as you saw who exited the elevator, both of you now silently thanking Tony. He must have known you two were in the living room and as a precaution he sent Jarvis. Thank all the gods that he did.

"Well, hello sister and boy." Loki referred to you in a loving tone and Peter or 'boy' in a slightly disgusted one. You gave him a small smile, while Peter gave an awkward wave. The tension in the air seemed thick to you and Peter, as the questioning looks from Bucky, Steve, and Sam hit the two of you. Half of the team came and joined the two of you on the couches in the living room. Sam sitting next to Peter and Bucky next to you. Steve, Thor, and Loki took seats on the two other couches in the room.

"So what are we watching?" Thor asked, looking to you expectantly. You let out an annoyed huff, as you pushed yourself off the couch and walked off. Accidentally leaving Peter who looked at your back begging for help, as he sat under one of the blankets his member still hard. "What? Was it something I said?"

~ ~

Last night you had been interrupted by your brothers, while you and Peter were cuddling, rather intensely. You woke up today around 9 and texted Peter to meet you in the stairwell as soon as he got to the tower that morning. You had apologized multiple times for leaving him with a boner in front of everyone, but you had gotten overly frustrated. You were determined to make it up to him.

"So why here?" He questioned as he walked up to one of the many sets of stairs.

"No one takes the stairs and there should be no way we get interrupted this time."

"Interr-" Before he could question anything else, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips onto him. His hands found your hips right away, making sure to set them under your shirt so he could feel your bare skin. He slowly guided you backward until your back was against the wall, one his hands immediately finding it's way into your sweatpants. Lucky for him, underwear had never really been something you favored much.

Peter slipped his hand down to your core, running his middle finger up and down your folds. His finger was immediately soaked in your wetness, as you were already dripping for him. Without hesitation, he shoved his index finger deep inside of you. You gasped breaking the kiss, letting Peter attach his lips to your neck. Grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady, you moaned as he slipped a second finger inside of you. Sucking your neck, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He then removed his mouth from your neck once he was satisfied with the marks he had left, watching intensely as your face was covered in pure pleasure.

"These are just my fingers, you want something better?" He asked, his eyes were dark with lust. He waited for you to answer as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them when he went as deep as he could. You felt your legs begin to shake, but you wanted him to fuck you before you came. You nodded eagerly, as you gripped the sides of your pants slipping them off. Peter wasted no time, simply pulling his joggers and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing member. You stared at it hungrily, but before you could drop to your knees, he had spun you around. He shoved your face towards the wall and pulled your hips our towards him, kicking your feet apart as he lined himself up. Peter could be so gentle and sweet when it came to sex, or he could be rough and demanding.

"Peter please, I need you to fuck me." You whined as he slid his tip up against your folds.

Without uttering a word, he quickly shoved himself balls deep inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, all concern for being quiet forgotten. He moaned as he entered you, the way you hugged him and the warmth, he could have cum right then and there. But it had been a little while since he had been inside of you, so he planned on making this last. He held your hips tight as he began to thrust in and out, watching as you braced yourself against the cold wall of the stairwell. Your moans of pleasure filled his ears, only pushing him to fuck you harder and faster.

"Fuck," He grunted as he continued to fuck you as hard as possible, he made sure to pull out as far as he could and then plunged himself back inside of you, as deep as he could go. He hit all the right spots, as he pounded you from behind. Just as his thrusts began to become sloppy, he pulled out of you completely. You went to complain, but before you could he had spun you to face him and picking you up from under your ass, he set your back against the wall and slipped back inside of you. Both of you moaning at the sensation of filling you up once again.

"Oh Peter," You moaned your hands in his hair and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your eyes closed in pure pleasure. He watched proudly as your breasts bounced within your shirt with each thrust, a smirk covering his face as your moans filled his ears. He loved the way you looked when he fucked you.

"God, I love the way you say my name," He grunted, thrusting deep within you. He closed any space that had sat between the two of you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. Your breathing was hard and fast, as you felt his cock bring you closer and closer to your edge. "Cum on my dick."

The sound of his gentle voice, saying suck vulgar things helped you reach your high. Your screams helping Peter to reach his. His pumps became sloppy, but he continued to keep himself buried deep inside of you. You rode out your high on his final thrusts.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Peter moaned breathlessly as he pumped every bit of his seed inside of you. His thrusts slowed, but he continued to ride out his high as he continued to pump into you as deep as he could go. For at least a minute, the two of you sat with Peter still inside of you trying to calm your breathing down. With one final kiss, Peter gently slid out of you and set you down. Laughing quietly as you gripped onto him, your legs feeling like jelly.

"I'm definitely going to be feeling this later today," You breathed out, as you let go of your boyfriend. He smiled at you, as he pulled his pants up to cover himself. Helping you to balance as you put your sweats back on. You were both were sweaty and looking disheveled, but decided you could just tell people you had been training or running around.

You both slowly made you way up the stairs to the kitchen, the hunger setting in your stomachs. Walking out of the stairwell, you were greeted by the whole team who sat around the living room or in the kitchen. Natasha and Wanda, hiding small laughs as they knew exactly what had just taken place. Tony giving you two a narrowed glance, his eyes following the both of you. The rest of the team simply threw small hi's or good mornings your way, thinking nothing of you two exiting the stairwell on your phones.

You sat on the stool across from Loki and Thor, as they both sat talking while eating their breakfast. Peter stood near you as you both continued to go through your phone. Your breathing had finally calmed, once you greeted your brothers. Almost instantly, you caught Loki's eye. He was staring at you hard, but it wasn't your eyes he was looking at.

"What's on your neck." He hissed, your heart froze as you had forgotten about the hickeys Peter had left. Immediately, Thor was attentive and staring at your neck as well. As if planned, both of your brothers flicked their eyes towards Peter, who stood frozen in fear.

"Run," I whispered quickly.

"I'm running now," Peter stated awkwardly as he darted for the stairs, Loki and Thor hot on his tail.

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Run Away (Eight- What You Gotta Do)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings: A bit of angst, pregnancy talk, mentions of injuries, mentions of abandonement (mild), fluff, reader is still an emotional rollercoaster, cursing and swearing, smut, unprotected sex (too late for these two lmao), oral sex (f recieving), brief mentions of body insicurities, Bucky’s a puppy dog.

Words Count: 5289

A/n: Part eight! I can’t believe that I’ve actually come this far lmao. Plus, me posting stuff with less than 44827 years of distance with each other? A miracle. I always said that I would wrap it up at 10 chapters,but while writing this chapter I realized that I will need one or two extra chapters + the epilogue. We’ll see. For now I’m happy to be able to write lol. Series masterlist here, main masterlist here. Enjoy <3

ps: Chris’s look in that gif,,,chile

(gif not mine)

In the following week you saw Steve once a day, just to assure that he was doing fine. He wasn' sleeping in your shared room for the moment, but in a spare bedroom. You knew that you were probably being harsh with him, but you were so mad. It wasn't the first time that he did something stupid to try and save others. Hell, just think about that damned plane crash that put him in the ice in the first place.

You understood the reasons why, and basically everyone tried to talk with you and kinda 'sugar coat it' but the issue wasn't that you didn't understand: the issue was that he couldn't afford to think only about himself. Was it selfish on your behalf to think that way? Maybe. But you couldn't help it. You told yourself that it would've been different if you were just married, or just lovers. His decisions would've still been his. But now it's different. In less than six months he would've become a father. And that comes with responsibility. Wasn't he the first to tell you how important it was for you to put aside your job, for months or maybe even forever, just for the wellbeing of the creature inside you? That kid is yours just as much as he's his.

You and Bucky went out for a shopping trip that afternon. You would've asked Wanda, but she and Vision went to Clint's farm for a few days to see him and his family. Steve still had to be inside the tower, since he wasn't fully healed yet. You knew that he was watching a football game with Sam now, while Tony and Bruce were working on a new project, and Thor went to Asgard for a while to go check that Loki and Odin weren't at each other's throats.

You didn't mind Bucky's company at all. And in any case it wasn't like you felt like going out with Steve, not just yet. The brunette drove you both to the mall where he parked and then you went inside.

-So, what absolutely exciting and girly shops I have to visit today?- he asked while you curled your hand around his bicep. You laughed, looking up at him while you walked.

-Well, this mama is getting bigger every day, so I really can't wear my old clothes. I wouldn't even fit in them, and I can't go on with you guys' hoodies and t-shirts. I mean, I'm still a woman. Who said I can't look good while pregnant?- you responded, dragging him to a maternity clothes shop. As soon as you entered like half of the women in the shop turned to look at Bucky. You glanced at him and saw that he blushed and was looking everywhere except them. You bit you lip to not smile while you started to look around at the clothes. You made sure to engage in conversations with him to try and take the attention away.

-Damn homie, I think you just made those women regret their partners.- you said lowly so only he could hear you, and being a super enhanced supersolier, he did hear you very clearly. He snapped his head towards you with a look of disbelief on his face. His expression was so funny that you couldn't help but laugh. He looked around quickly then got closer to you.

-Stop it! It's already embarassing without you pointing it out.- he whined with a low voice. You stopped laughing but you couldn't help but smile, pressing your lips together.

-It's just so funny to me, because I understand these women. Turns out that pregnancy doesn't only make you sick, but also terribly horny.- you rose an eyebrow and he face palmed himself. You laughed again.

-Too much information, doll.- he groaned. You chuckled, putting in his hands a bunch of clothes. He caught them with both arms and followed you like a puppy to the changing rooms.

-Thank you kind sir, now I'm gonna see if they fit then I promise we're out of here.- you joked, hanging the clothes into the changing room. You closed the tent and he let himself fall delicately on one of the couches. He looked around while he waited but it turned out to be a bad idea when he saw the women from the various isles and even the shop's staff looking at him. He awkwardly smiled and then looked back at the closed changing room, sinking in his seat and covering the side of his face with a hand nonchalantly. He heard a few muffled giggles but no ne bothered him.

-Y/n are you done?- he asked, more embarassed than anything. Suddenly she pulled back the tent and started to gather a few of the garments in her hand. Bucky's gaze got caught on her figure. It was essentially the first time that she wore something fitting and not exaggerately large, so her belly was fully on display, even more so since she was turned to the side. The man felt a mix of emotions all at once and didn't quite catch the first time she called him.

-Buck, did you hear me?- he snapped out of it and stood to his feet, blinking a few times.

-It looks great.- he commented. You had on a nice flowery minidress, the sleeves were short and puffy, the square neckline showed just enough cleavage to remain classy, the breast area was tight but just below the skirt was soft and fell perfectly on your figure, showing the belly. You looked at him with a smile, chuckling slightly.

-Yeah, it fits well doesn't it? I'm getting these,- he gave a three dresses, two shirts, two t-shirts, two pairs of jeans and a pencil skirt to him, while she had other stuff in her own hands. -And I'm leaving these.- she sighed.

-Would you do me a favor? I'm dropping these off, meanwhile could you go to the pay desk? I'll be there in a sec.- he nodded and you thanked him while you walked away to the isles. Bucky walked towards the counter and dropped the garments on the desk, giving a quick smile to the girl behind it. He pulled out from the back pocket of his jeans the wallet and then the credit card, which was obviously Tony's, and put it on the glass above the counter. He waited a few seconds until the clerk, which was a nice girl with black hair and amber like eyes, spoke to him.

-So, how far are you guys?- she asked. Bucky almost choked on air at that phrase.

-Oh we- - he was about to say, but you arrived at his side and saved the situation. You smiled kindly at the girl and gave a pat on Bucky's arm.

-I'll be exactly of five months in a week, and he's more like the uncle than the father.- she tileted her head towards the brunette. The clerk smirked.

-Is he now?- she said rethorically. Then added, -That would be 277$. You're paying with cash or card?- Bucky gave her the Visa and she thanked him, finishing the payment. Y/n glanced at him with a knowing look and a slight smirk. He rolled his eyes and shook his head a little, she furrowed her brows as if to ask 'Why?' and he just mouthed 'No', so she didn't push. For now.

-Thank you for your purchase, congratulations and we hope to see you soon.- the girl said with courtesy, her gaze lingering a bit on the man, whom didn't return the look. You could see the slight disppointment of the girl.

-Thank you, have a nice day.- you saluted her and then headed out with Bucky. An hour had already passed and you still had in mind to buy a few things, but first you needed a break.

-I desperately want a piece of cake. What do you think?- you elbowed him delicately to catch his attention. He turned his head and nodded, still carrying the two bags. You arrived at the mall's cafe and ordered. He picked an iced coffe and you a slice of cheesecake and some tea, knowing that coffe wasn't that good for pregnancy. You took a seat at one of the tables outside, even tho you were still technically inside the mall.

-So, wanna tell me why you didn't accept the clear as the sun advances that the pretty shop assistant did?- you brought the fork to your mouth. He huffed and shrugged.

-Because I am not interested. I don't think I'm in the right mindspace to date right now.- he responded. You exhaled, tilting your head slightly to the side.

-Buck, I know that it didn't end up that smoothly with Nat, but she's gone.- she realized how that sounded like and quickly corrected herself, -I mean, not gone. But...gone, you know?- you cringed at your own words and he snorted.

-Very smooth y/n.- he joked, earning a glare from you.

-Shut up, I'm trying to help here. What I meant that while I understand that things with Nat didn't end up in the best of ways, she went away to give both of you the space you need to get back on your feet.- you paused, drinking a sip of tea, then offring the last bite of cake to him. He shook his head, giving you a lopsided smile.

-Don't worry, it's all yours.- you pointed your finger at him, while chewing the cheesecake. He chuckled.

-Right answer. Anyways, what I'm trying to say here, Buck, is that you have to allow yourself to try again. Because you deserve it. What do you tell me about that person you said you were interested in? I've never seen you with anyone in the last three months.- he looked to the side for a moment casually.

-They're taken so, yeah.- he simply answered, shrugging while taking a sip of coffe. You got sad all of a sudden. You eyebrows knotted in a sad expression and he noticed, giving you a small smile.

-Hey, don't do that. It's okay. I'm not like heartbroken or shit. I'm happy for her.- he assured you, -She.. well she has a family. She deserves it, so I'm happy for her.- he nodded, smiling softly. You smiled at him too, still with a hint of sadness. He took a nother sip of coffe an then raised an eyebrow, looking at you.

-Why are you crying?- he asked confused. You furruwed your brows in confusion and wiped your fingers under your eyes, realizing that a few tears had escaped. At that point without a reason, you started to feel worse and embarassed and a mess, so you sterted to actually sob a little. Bucky got up and moved his chair next to yours, hugging you.

-Hey what's wrong? I promise I'm alright.- he laughed to try and lighten the situation. You hiccupped into his chest.

-I- I know..it's just.. I don't know, these stupid hormones are making me act hysterical.- you had sittle sobs coming out every now and then. He kissed your head while he stroked your back.

-It's okay, you're not hysterical.- he chuckled softly making you smile. You pulled away from him looking in his eyes.

-I'm a mess aren't I?- Bucky wiped a little smudge of mascara under her eye, and then smiled at her lovingly.

-You look just fine, darling.- she hugged him, whispering a 'thank you, I love you' in his ear.

-I love you too- he answered.

After that, they finished their drink and Y/n told Bucky that she wanted to order a few things for the baby so they did just that. They went in a baby-stuff shop and she choose and placed some orders for a crib, a baby seat for both the car and the kitchen and the changing table. You didn't wanted to buy them right away, so you told the shop to bring them at the tower when they wanted.

When you exited the shop, it was already six thirty pm, so you decided to head back at the tower.

In the car, you told Bucky about your idea to get a midwife to help you during your pregnancy and especially when it'll be time to deliver the baby.

-I don't know y/n... I mean I think that you don't need a midwife or some other stranger to take care of you and the baby. You have Steve. You have me, and Sam, Wanda and the rest of the team. Bruce has basically become a doctor of everything, I'm sure that helping to deliver a child isn't that hard.- he shrugged while keeping his eyes on the road.

-I can't and wouldn't expect you all to babaysit me for another four months, Bucky. You have missions, classes, a you know, your own lives.- he glared at you, probably wanting to intervene and contraddict you, but he remained quiet in the end.

-And, you really can't expect Bruce to handle this. He's a fucking physician for God's sake. He's absolutely amazing, but a delivery? No, that would be too much even for him. And I would be kinda embarassed, for crying out loud.- you added with a high pitched voice. You absentmindely started to cradle your belly. He thought about it for a few seconds.

-I don't know y/n, you know how I am with strangers. But in any case it's your and Steve's decision. Please, talk to him. He's been miserable this week without you. He wouldn't shut up about how he was sorry, and stupid and in love with you and that he misses your smile, your belly and I don't know, I stopped listening after a while.- he said exasperatedly. You suppressed a smile.

-Really? - you asked sheepishly. He turned his head to look at you for a second before smiling knowingly.

-You know it's true. Your fucking married, for God's sake.- he said, tired of you two being idiots. He could just imagine how it'll be when you'll become parents. You will be great at it, but also a mess at the same time.

-Hey, Whiny Soldier, how was shopping? - Sam shouted when he saw the two of you coming in the room with your hands full of bags. You didn't see him, but you just knew that he pursed his lips and shook his head.

You came back at the tower just in time for dinner. Vision and Wanda had aprons tied on their chests, while the others were just chilling in the common room. Steve was there too, beside Bruce.

-Shopping was productive, thank you very much.- you answered pointing for Bucky to put down the bags.

-Let me help you take these to your room.- he offered, but you gave him a look and he understood immediately, putting them down. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

-Thank you for being my human cart today.- his jaw dropped, pretending to be offended.

-Oooh- Sam howled and the others laughed. Steve smiled slightly, still mortified by your little 'cold shoulder week' thing.

-You're lucky I can't tickle you to death right now.- he pointed his finger at you before walking to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

-Yeah, yeah, like you say big guy.- you teased him. You paused, shifting your gaze to Steve. He was wearing a blue hoodie and gray sweatpants, his dirty blonde hair were starting to get a bit long at the sides and a few strands fell on his forehead, while his jaw was covered with a slight scruff. His puppy dog eyes met yours and you couln't help but melt a little.

-Steve, are you well enough to help me with these?- you asked and even before you could finish he was on his feet. He almost tripped from how fast he tried to reach you.

-Yes I'm perfectly well I mean I'd love to help you. I mean obv- - you raised an eyebrow and he stopped, looking down. The whole team was watching in silence like it was a damn movie.

-I'm rambling, I'm sorry.- he said lowly. You sighed and places three of the four bags in his hands.

-C'mon. And you all, get a life.- you called them out while you two walked to the elevator. A few minutes later, after the short, silent, trip, you arrived to your room. He placed the bags on the bed and you did the same after closing the door behind you.

-Help me take off the price tags.- you invited him. He grabbed the bag, taking out the first garment. It was a white baby onesie, with Captain America's shield logo on it in white, blue, and red. His breath got caught in his throat and he suddenly let out a sob.

You snapped your head up in confusion, your features softening when you saw him. He sat on the bed, head down, onesie still in his hand. You put down the dress you had in your hands and went to sit next to him, since it would've been really uncomfortable for you to bend on your legs now. You hand went istinctively to rub his back.

-Can we talk?- he asks with broken voice. You tilt your head to the side to look at him with the shadow of a smile on your face.

-Only if you stop crying. Or else none of us will be able to talk at all.- he chuckles slightly making you smile lovingly. He wraps his big arms around you, nuzzling his face in your neck, your collarbones exposed due to the large shirt you were wearing. The wave of relief that washed over you in that moment was hard to describe.

-I missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand the thought of you being mad at me. I'm sorry for being so impulsive.- he sniffed while he talked. You nodded, cupping his face gently. Steve melted into your touch.

-I know you are. And I'm sorry too. I know that I've been harsh with you these past days, it's just...- he waited patiently, -You're not responsable for only yourself anymore. I understand, please trust me, I understand what you wanted to do and also that you feel like it's your duty to do that. And it kinda is, but my point is- you shook your head realizing that you weren't really explaining yourself.

-What I mean is that you cannot put your life behind other's. Not for me, not even for the team. We're grown ass adults okay? Fow how much you can love us and we can love you, we are our own person. But this- you placed his hand on your belly, -This had been a choice. Your, mine. We both are responsable for this life. The same way I gave up my job, and the lessons. Now, I'm not asking you to stop going on missions, but I'd like you to be with me as much as possible. And that when you go, you'll be careful. Please, Steve.- you say softly, almost in the verge of tears. Again. You've cried more in five months than in your whole life probably.

-You're right. It was pretty hypocritical of me to get mad at you for the same reason in the first place.- he shook his head in disappointment. You rolled your eyes, adding -Work. I think we'll have to rearrange ourselves in this department.- you smiled and he laughed, agreeing.

-So, are we gonna get these off the bed and use the space in a better way or what?- your lips curled in a seductive smirk that quite shocked him. He recovered quickly, jumping on his feet and placing the bags on the ground in a split second. You threw you head back laughing at his eagerness, but you honestly couldn't blame him. Your hormones were a mess and your horniness at level 100, but you often were either sick, tired, hungry or he was. And not to mention the missions that separated you. So let's say that since you got pregnant the sex decreased noticeably, which was something that you wanted to fix. You phisically missed and needed him.

He returned to you and crashed his lips to yours, and soon enough you were a mess of tongues and lip bites and sucks that got interrupeted just briefly to get your clothes off. He didn't have anything under his hoodie, and you happily noticed that he was completely healed and that his weeks in the tower were due to the lack of new missions. You sincerely hoped it would last. After his hoodie, his pants and boxers were next. With you the situation was a bit more complex: first the light material shirt you had on had to be unbuttoned, then your tank top, the jeans' belt and the pants themselves. When you were left in just your underwear, a plain set of cotton white bra and panties, Steve stopped to look at your body.

He was in awe of you. He rose his hand and started a caress that began on your cheek, his thumb on your bottom lip, then descended to your now fuller breasts, to the curve of your waist to to your baby bump. At that point he bent down on his knees and kissed it softly.

-Hey little one, if you want to take a nap, now it would be a good time.- he whispered directly to the stretched skin. You let out a sound that was halfway between of a whine and a laugh.

-Steve, Jesus Christ.- you covered your face with your hands. You heard him laugh and stand on his feet again. He removed your hands gently, kissing you again with slow, agonizing passion that even let escape a ridiculous whine from your lips at the loss.

-Where were we?- he reached behind your back and unclasped the bra, sliding it off your shoulders and freeing your breasts.

-Mrs and Mr. Rogers I'm sorry to disturb, miss Maximoff would like me to inform you that dinner's ready.- you stopped hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice. You groaned, annoyed at the interruption, but Steve suddenly started to push you on the bed and to lick and suck your boobs.

-Tell miss Maximoff that we have dinner here.- he responded biting softly your nipple, making you whimper.

-It will be done, mr Rogers.-

-Geez Steve, couldn't you be more specific?- you sassed with a deep breath, distracted by your husband's mouth. He snorted moving further down to remove your panties.

-You're already pregnant, couldn't be more obvious than that.- you started to laugh, but it soon became a loud moan when you felt his tongue licking a long stripe on your pussy. You closed your eyes and istinctively wanted to bring your hand in his hair, but you found an obstacle. A medium big, round and naked obstacle. You huffed and Steve stopped, tilting his head to the side, since now you couldn't even see him from between your legs.

-Are you okay?- he asked, worry in his voice. You sat on the bed, helping yourself with your hands. He returned beside you, waiting.

-It's just..ugh I'm so awkward and big and not confident if I have to be honest.- you say for the first time out loud. You wanted to cover yourself by curling your knees to you chest, but again, you swollen stomach didn't allow it. At that point you got even more frustrated.

-Damn it.- Steve places his fingers under your chin and made you look at him. His eyes were serious but not mad.

-Hey, none of that. Do you even realize the miracle your beautiful body is doing? You're creating a whole life in there, baby.- he smiled brightly looking in your eyes, -And by the way, you're still hot as fuck.- that made you laugh. He kept smiling while he made you lay down again on the sheets.

-This beautiful face..these cheeks are even sweeter now.- he peppered them with kisses making you giggle uncontrollably.

-Don't get me started on these ones...- his hands cupped your breasts while his mouth attacked your nipples and the soft skin. You moaned softly, your hand immediately in his short hair, your nails delicately scratching his scalp.

-But you know my most favorite thing?- he kept going, -This.- he was now between your legs, kneeled in front of your stomach. He caressed it and kissed it a few times. Then his gaze locked in yours again. You almost felt hypnotized, both by his velvety voice and his touch.

-I love it because it's round and soft and most importantly because it's giving me a family. A baby. And you know who's giving me all of this? You are. So don't ever be insecure about this wonderful body, please.- you smiled at him softly. Soon enough the mood changed again when he spoke his next words.

-Now, are you gonna let me thank this stunning body like it deserves or not?- you felt the smirk in his voice, his blue eyes hungry. You mirrored his expression propping yourself up on your elbows.

-Would like to see it.- you answer. He huffs out a laugh and reprises what he started doing a few minutes prior. He took good care of you until you came on his tongue, and at that point you grabbed him to crash your lips together. You kept moving and bringing him with you, until he found himself laying down on his back and you straddling his hips. Steve's hands immediately went to your sides, trying to not move and let you do the work, even though all he wanted was to fuck you until you both could't anymore.

You kept you eyes on his while you stroked him a few times before slowly sinking on him. He squeezed both his eyes shut and your hips, huffing a long breath. That could've almost made you laugh if you weren't just as wrecked. Your hips started moving, back and forth, to the sides in painfully slow circular motions. At one point he grabbed your ass, sitting up and making you gasp.

-Doll I'm kinda struggling here- he breathed out kissing your neck while you kept moving. -I want to be delicate but damn.- he nipped at your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your hips started going faster with the help of his hands guiding you and soon enough you were panting and kissing each other passionately and messily.

-Oh, Steve I'm almost there- you moan hugging his head to your chest. He moaned too, reaching in front of you with his hand to circle your clit.

-I'm right behind you baby.- he reassured you while in reality he was trying hard not to come in that exact moment. He craved you more than usual, not only beacause your body was actually so fucking hot to him but also because he hasn't touched you for almost two whole weeks.

Just a few seconds later you gripped his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck. His breath got caught in his troath at the way you clenched around him when you came. And as a cue, he followed you short after, coming inside you. You stayed like that, hugging and cuddling for some minutes, then he kissed you and moved you gently on his side, hissing slightly when you lost contact.

-Be right back.- he said going to the bathroom and returning with a wet wash cloth. He cleaned you up from both of your releases and then went back to throw the dirty fabric in the laundry basket. You looked at him with a lopsided smile, still hazy and quite tired from the recent activity. He mirrored your expression with messy hair, crawling in the bed to you and pulling you on his side after.

-I needed that.- you say. He sighed, -I definetly did too. How come we always end up having sex after we argue or talk?- he asked casually. You shrugged.

-I don't know, the important thing is that the talk comes first and then, the sex.- he agreed with a nod. You chewed on you lip a bit before speaking again.

-Honey- you called, he hummed.

-While you were away last week I started to think about how I will probably need more help in the future, you know. And the fact that you and the others are often away on missions. And I mean it's totally alright, that's work but... I felt so bad when Sam and Wanda were left behind last time. And just to 'babysit' me.- he looked down at you with a frown.

-They offered to stay behind because they wanted to. We're taking turns on missions all the time.- he responded. You barely noticed that he had started to caress your belly.

-That's not the point, you know it. The last mission was quite big. I know my work well enough to know that Fury would've sent all the team, if I weren't left behind. Also by now we both understood that this baby isn't a normal baby and that is why I'm so sick so often. Bruce can't be here all the time, and for how good and skilled he his, he's not an expert in the baby field.- he was listening to you intently, but he wasn't quite sure with where you wanted to go with this.

-What's the point?- he asked, moving a strand of your hair from your face with his fingers.

-The point is, that I've read a lot in these months, and I think that we should hire a midwife. It would be someone that stays with me most of the day and helps me. An actual expert.-

-And how would you explain that our child has the blood of two super soldiers?- his hand motioned himself and you. You got up, towards the bathroom.

-Steve, we share the house with a god, a giant green monster, enhanced people, a witch, a kid that has the powers of a spider and an intelligent robot. I think it wouldn't be a great surprise.- you closed the door, peed and then refreshed yourself before going back to take some clean clothes. You saw that he was waiting for you to get out, probably wanting to shower.

-Okay then, I guess we can arrange that, if that will make you feel better.- he finally spoke. You kissed his cheek, already in your underwear.

-Thank you. You're showering?- he nods, the raises an eyebrow.

-Wanna join?- you laugh and shake your head.

-No, baby not now. I get tired quite easily and if the bed's already a bit difficult to work with, the shower must be a nightmare.- he pouted.

-You're right.-

-But- he stops the door before it closes, waiting for you to continue. -I want to fix your hair and your beard if you let me.- a lopsided smile opens on his face.

-Be my guest.-

After you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub, you shortened the longer strands on top with tiny scissors. After that you picked up the electric razor and groomed the sides, shortneing them but not removing them completely. You did the same with the beard, leaving a short, barely visible scruff. About twenty minutes later you were done. You put down the razor and took a step back to look at your work.

-Perfect.- you commented, brushing the hair that fell on his chest and shoulders. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, smiling.

-Is there anything you can't do?- he asked. You smirked, kissing him before starting to clean up.

-No, I'm a woman.-

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Remember Me (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader)

Chapter 8

Remember Me Masterlist

Previously on Remember Me...

Warnings: violence

Word Count: 1,559

A/N: Big thanks to @mybesttobobcratchit for editing this for me! I was gonna wait to post this buuuuut since I’ve been getting a lot of readers asking when I will post, I first planned on posting this weekend but I forgot I made plans to go to Vegas sooo here we are! Muahaha! The action will start in the next two chapters, I swear!

“I assume that we’ve made some progress since we last spoke,” Zemo spat as he walked into the room. You quickly straighten your posture as you sat in your seat. Roger remained emotionless next to you. “Well?”

“N-no sir,” you spoke up. Zemo glared at you before glancing over at Roger.

“Any reason as to why that is?” His question was mainly directed to Roger, but you didn’t understand why. You were the one that was supposed to do most of the labor for this assignment, shouldn’t the questions be towards you?

“We’ve had some setbacks,” Roger began to say. “But I can assure you, Jessica is trying her hardest to get as close as she can to the targets.”

“Setbacks?” This time the question was directed towards you. Zemo took a step closer. “I thought you were well trained to not any of these so-called setbacks.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir-” In an instant, you felt a stinging pain on your left cheek. The impact of Zemo’s fist on your face caused you to fall onto the ground, gasping for air. Zemo didn’t stop his assault as he began to kick you on the abdomen. His actions were violent, almost as if he were letting out his anger over his own failures on you.

Roger flinched at the sight. His body slightly jerked forward to aid you, but he knew that if he showed any sort of emotion it would be all over for him. Zemo wasn’t one to have that within his soldiers, especially in Roger. But Zemo noticed it, letting out a soft chuckle at Roger's actions.

“Have you gone soft, Roger?” Zemo quietly asked the man in front of him. He watched as Roger looked over at the asset, now unconscious on the floor. But she was no asset. She was human. You are human. “Need I remind you, who you work for?” Zemo hissed.

“No, sir,” Roger responded.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Zemo made his way out of the room. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes. I better not be disappointed when I come back.” Zemo slammed the door behind him.

Roger slowly walked over to where you sat, gently tapping your face to wake you.

“Jess.” You stirred. “Wake up, hon.” Roger gently placed his arms around you to help you up, but you groaned from the pain. “I know… I know… but you have to get up.”

“W-what’s going on?” You asked, wincing from the pain that went through your body with every move you made.

“I’m sorry,” Roger whispered.

“Sorry for what?” Roger stayed silent as he led you out of the room and across the hall. You quickly took notice of the chair that sits in the middle, a chair that you knew very well. “Roger, what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again as he placed you on the chair.

“Roger! No!” You began to fight against him as he strapped your arms to the chair. “Please! Don’t do this!” Roger managed to strap both your arms to the chair. “I thought you had changed! I thought you were different!” Roger looked away. He couldn’t face you. Shame coursed through him as he made sure your restraints would hold and he stepped away.

“I am,” he murmured.

“Liar!”

“You have to trust me, Jess.”

“That’s not even my name! How could I trust you?” Tears began to well up in your eyes. “How could I trust you when I don’t even know who I am?” Before Roger could respond, the door opened behind him and Zemo entered.

“You never fail to disappoint, Roger,” Zemo chuckled. “Roger. It fits you so well, I have forgotten your real name.” Zemo looked over at you. “My dear, Jessica. Sorry for the damage earlier… I do hope you find it in your heart to forgive me.” Zemo cleared his throat before walking over to a table nearby that had different syringes filled with unknown serums. “We’re going to have some fun today.”

“W-what?” Zemo walked closer to you with one syringe in hand. “What are you going to do with that?” You asked. Zemo just smirked.

“You’ll see soon enough.” He turned around to two men in white lab coats. “Be ready, gentlemen. We still don’t know the full side effects.” Zemo looked over at Roger who was trying his hardest to contain his composure. “Do you need some air, Mr. Jones?” Zemo said in a mocking tone. Roger furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced at Zemo before stealing a glance at you.

“I forgot that I have some paperwork that needs to be done,” he said flatly. Zemo chuckled.

“By all means, don’t let my charades stop you from your paperwork.” You watched as Roger slowly walked out of the room. You gave him pleading eyes as he looked at you one last time before shutting the door.

“Now, where were we?” Zemo asked. One of the doctors grabbed an I.V. needle and gestured to Zemo. “Ah, yes! We were about to have some fun!”

The doctor that held the I.V. needle gently looked for a vein. You squirmed in your seat. “It’ll only make it worse,” Zemo informed. “Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.” You felt the pinch of the needle piercing your skin.

“The I.V. is in, sir. Ready to administer.” Zemo smiled sickeningly.

“Perfect!” He didn’t hesitate to attach the syringe and push the plunger, sending whatever serum he had created this time rushing into your veins.

As soon as the serum had been injected inside your body, you could feel the effects. You let out a piercing scream, your body felt as if it was on fire. Zemo took a step back, watching as you screamed in agony from the effects of the serum.

“Give me the next serum,” he instructed. He held out his hand, waiting for one of the other doctors to place a syringe in his hand.

“Shouldn’t we wait?”

“I said give me the damn serum!” Zemo hissed.

Roger walked into the small file room and slammed the door, sending papers flying in every direction. For Hydra, he thought they would’ve had a better way to store files. He walked over to the small ancient computer and sat down on the dusty chair. He started typing absent-mindedly, desperate to find something to busy himself with.

Paperwork was something Roger never had to do, of course. On occasion, he had to go through files, but only in order to find information on certain targets he was sent after. Just then, an idea came to Rogers’s mind.

An idea that had you in it. Roger began typing out your name.

“Jessica Jones,” he mumbled to himself as he typed, but nothing came out. He groaned in frustration. “Alright, how about Widows Bite?” Roger smiled to himself as your file came onto the screen. If you couldn’t remember your past, then Roger thought that he could help you remember.

“Y/N.” That was your name. Not Widow’s Bite or Jessica Jones. “Barnes… Wait a minute.” Roger scrolled down the file and began to read.

”‘Y/N Barnes, daughter of James Barnes and Natasha Romanoff. Rescued by Hydra at the age of five. Rescued?” Roger questioned. “They call this rescuing?” Roger began to scan the file until his eyes found the heading Wiping Treatments. Roger’s eyes flitted to the door, ensuring he was still alone, and then he began to read.

“September 24th, 2006: Today was the asset’s first successful wipe. Results as anticipated based on lineage. Will continue to monitor.” Roger had no clue who wrote the file but it was in their perspective. “As with the other assets, a code word has been implanted in her subconscious which will, in case of extreme emergencies, restore all wiped memories. Codeword given only to those with the highest clearance.” Roger felt as if he had hit the jackpot, scrolling and digging through the file. “Where is it!?” He exclaimed as he scanned through pages and pages of notes. And as if Odin himself was listening, Roger stumbled upon the code.

That was all he needed. Reading the code word several more times, Roger exited out of the screen and ran out of the room, back to where he had left you in.

Roger barged into the room, and his expression quickly fell at the sight that was before him.

“What have you done to her!?” Roger exclaimed as he saw you on the floor groaning in pain, holding your stomach.

“Can’t you see?” Zemo chuckled. “I’ve improved her. Now there won’t be any more of your setbacks.” Zemo walked over to Roger. “I will need her here for the next two weeks.”

“What?” Roger looked at Zemo in disbelief. “That itself will cause a big setback.” Zemo shook his head.

“After she’s done with her training she will become the best asset Hydra has ever seen. She will rip through our enemies like the point of a sword.” Raged filled Roger’s heart and he knew right there that he wouldn’t let Zemo use you any longer. The doctor sauntered past Roger and looked back over his shoulder to glance at Roger who was staring at you in disbelief.

“You all should thank me,” he said pridefully before leaving the room.

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Assemble

Chapter 5

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Flashbacks are in bold

Your favorite TV show- y/tv

Your Harry potter house- y/h

After Ororo kisses Y/n’s forehead she starts running away trying to make it out of the woods so she wouldn’t be Capture by the Weapon X Program. When Ororo makes it out the woods she comes across a small town.

What have I done I left her when they after me was

This was Ororo’s only thought. She had to fight the impulse to run back into the woods and save her daughter. Apart of her knew that her daughter was already gone. What is the point of both of us getting taking said a darker another part of her. Feeling conflicted about everything Ororo starts to cry.

“You should listen to yourself it would’ve been pointless if you both would have gotten caught.” Said a voice behind Ororo.

Turning around Ororo see a man in a wheelchair. “Who are you?” Ororo questioned.

“I’m Charles Xavier and when came out the store I felt overwhelmed sadness coming from you I wanted to make sure cyou were ok but clearly you’re not....what is the matter?” Charles asked.

“These people they were after me and now they have my daughter. They experiment on mutants..... I have to do something to find her.” Ororo explained.

“How would you do it? If you had the power to stop them you would’ve.” Charles stated.

“May you can. Can you help me save my daughter please I’ll do anything.” Ororo pleaded as she wipes her face.

“There’s not much I can do I’m just a man in a wheelchair who want to create a world were mutant can walk outside without fear.” Charles declared.

“What about my daughter I’ll never see her again.” Ororo sobbed.

Charles lay a comforting hand on Storm’s shoulder. “You never had a daughter Ororo your here because you want to help with your Mutant abilities.” Charles lied as he planted a thought inside Ororo’s head.

Ororo stops sobbing and looks at Charles In curiosity.

“My school is for mutants who can’t control their powers or want to be around other people of their kind.” Charles informed Ororo. “Does that seem like a place where you want to be?”

“Yes it does sound like a place I would want to be.” Ororo said with a smile.

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On the Helicarrier Tony and Bruce are working on their monitors to find the Location of the Tesseract.

“That’s the guy my dad never shut up about? Wondering if they shouldn’t have kept him on ice.” Tony remarked.

“The guy’s not wrong about Loki. He does have the jump on us.” Bruce agreed with Steve.

“What he’s got is an ACME dynamite kit.” Tony mocked. “It's gonna blow up in his face, and I'm gonna be there when it does.”

“And I'll read all about it.” Bruce replied.

“Uh-huh. Or you'll be suiting up like the rest of us.” Tony disclosed.

“Ah, see. I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve. It's a nightmare.” Bruce explained.

“You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. Tony started then points at the mini arc reactor in his chest. “This stops it. This little circle of light. It's part of me now, not just armor. It's a... terrible privilege.”

“But you can control it.” Bruce pointed out.

“Because I learned how.”

“It's different.” Banner tries to read the computer screen, but Tony slides the data aside with his finger so the two can see face-to-face.

“Hey, I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should have killed you.” Tony put forth.”

“So you're saying that The Hulk... the other guy... saved my life?” Bruce asked. “That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what?”

“I guess we'll find out.” Tony replied.

Banner and Stark get back to work at their respective computers.

“You might not like that.”

“You just might.”

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Y/n walks into the room and uses her powers to cover up the cameras with a small little cloud she walks over to Loki so he has his back to her and waits for her to speak.

“Where is the Tesseract?” Y/n question.

“35 minutes that’s how long it taken you to finally come in here. Loki announced. “See me you felt some thing when you first saw me like your world slow down and all you saw was me.”

How the hell does he know that .....ignore his question that’s what he wants to take the tension off of him

“Where is the Tesseract.” Y/n repeated her question.

“I don’t know where is but if you want to take a look inside my mind I wouldn’t object.” Loki said with a smirk daring wanting Y/n to do it.

Not trying to show her shock she starts to walks around Loki’s cell.

“So you don’t know where it is when you’re the one who took it.”

“Yes.” Loki said Dead serious.

“You’re a real piece of work you know that. Why did you let yourself be captured come on let’s be honest if Thor and his friends can hold their own in a fight I damn well you can.” Y/n proclaimed.

“It was a fair match I was over powered.” Loki lied.

“Bullshit. You expect me to believe that you got caught nah. You want this to happen you want to be here and I wanna know why because your prize possession ain’t here.” Y/n pointed out.

“You got me. Something told me that you were going to be here I let myself get caught so I could finally met you in person.” Loki answered.

“Why would you do that?” Y/n wondered.

“You are beautiful beyond measures and you’re nothing like anyone I ever met before You’re different like me.” Loki announced.

“You don’t know me.” Y/n informed sassily.

“I know everything there is to know about you Y/n L. Munroe. I also know that you want information about what truly happened that night.” Loki commented.

“How do you know that.” Y/n questioned walking up to the glass of the cell.

“A trickster never reveals his tricks.” Loki answered with a smirk.

“Why do I feel this pull towards.....like everything inside of me is screaming to break this glass just to be close to you.” Y/n said touching the glass.

“Then why don’t you.” Loki whispered as he placed his hand where Y/n is on the glass.

“Because your the enemy. You want war.” Y/n Replied as searches Loki mind for the Tesseract.

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“What do you know of Agent Munroe?” Loki asked Clint.

“She is a powerful mutant that can control the weather and read minds.” Clint answered.

Loki calls over two Shield agents. “I want you to tell Dr. Selvig to take the Tesseract and find his opening.” Loki ordered then walks out the underground to get an eyeball.

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Damn it he doesn’t know where the Tesseract is.

“I want to be a King and every King needs a Queen.” Loki breathed his words at Y/n.

I understand why eve ate that Fucking Apple

“I need to go.” Y/n rushes out the room and bumps into Thor.

“ You. Me. Talk. Now.” Y/n pulls Thor into The nearest room and close the door.

“What the hell you mean he’s here because of me?”

“I forgot you could read minds.” Thor stated.

“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.” Y/n assured Thor.

“You and my brother are meant to be it’s been written in the stars of Asgard it’s a great honor.” Thor explained.

“What!?”

“My mother told me after Loki died or least we thought he did. She created a spell to find Loki a true love and it’s you.”

Is that’s why I feel the way I feel about him.

“Enough about Loki tell me about you how have you been. Have you seen Jane yet .” Y/n asked taking a sit on on the couch.

“No I haven’t I don’t think I will.” Thor answered taking a sit next to Y/n.

“Because after you leave here you have to go back home.” Y/n expressed.

“It will be to hard.” Thor replied with a sad smile.

“I understand it’s ok buddy.” Y/n said as she lays her head on Thor’s shoulder.

“How about you anything interesting happened after our last encounter?” Thor asked.

“I found out my mother is alive.” Y/n answered dryly.

“That’s........Amazing.” Thor proclaimed.

“She left me at the hands of people who hunt and experimented on mutants.”

“My.... apologies”

“I was five I loved her she was my world. All we had was each other. I.....I blamed myself for her death I thought if I would’ve just stayed awake or kept running....” Y/n trailed off.

“Things would’ve ended differently.” Thor finished for Y/n.

“Ya.....what are we gonna do about Loki.” Y/n said getting up from the couch to pace back-and-forth.

“I was hoping you do something.” Thor proposed.

“I read his mind he gave the cube to Erik and told him to find an opening.” Y/n answered.

“How did he know about your powers?” Thor questioned.

“Agent Barton told him.....Look I’m gonna go get some sleep I’m over working my brain.” Y/n said in a tired voice.

“Already.”

“I really did miss you Thor.” Y/n said with a smile.

“And I you.” Thor returned the smile.

Y/n walks out the room to her Temporary quarters Y/n lays down in her room she closes her eyes and drift off into a deep sleep.

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Y/n wakes up and see she’s not in her bed she gets out of the bed and walks to the nearest window and pull back the curtains and see a city made of gold.

Asgard

Y/n smiles as she looks at every detail. Seemingly built into the rock, large structures with sweeping terraces top many of the cliffs; gleaming pyramids, statues, and columns surround Odin's palace. Another notable feature in Asgard is the-

“The Rainbow Bridge.” Y/n Announced.

“Actually it’s called The Bifrost Bridge.” Said a voice behind Y/n making turn around fast.

It’s Loki. But he looks different he doesn’t have that evil look in his eyes there soft.

“Loki.” Y/n whispered his name. “What are you doing here? What am I doing here.”

“You’re in my mind,when you saw me for the first time we became linked.” Loki explained.

“Oh.”

“Will you have breakfast with me?” Loki asked.

“Breakfast?” Y/n said with a smile.

“You must change.”

Just then two ladies comes walking in the room with to dress then they lay them on the bed and bow at Y/n.

“Don’t you think this is a little too formal. It’s just breakfast.” Y/n stressed.

“These are Asgard customs.” Loki Informed Y/n.

“Ok I’ll be down in few minutes.”

Loki bow his head then walks out the room.

Why are they bowing at me

Y/n walks over to the dress on the bed. The one on the left is a long and green with cross stitching on the chest. But the one on the right was long and tan light with red sugar Maple Leafs climbing from the bottom of the dress to around the neck leaving the upper chest expose. Y/n picks up the dress and smiles.

I not really a dress girl but who could deny this one

Y/n puts the dress on and walks over to the mirror.

Damn I look good

Y/n walks out the room not bother to fix her hair but it was already in her favorite hair style. The ladies that brought the dresses in the room walks Y/n to the dining hall. When she gets there she see Loki waiting for her. Loki take Y/n’s hand and walks her to her sit.

“This is all so much.” Y/n said taking a sit.

“Nonsense anything for you.” Loki said pushing Y/n’s sit in.

”Thank you...I’ve only seen Asgard from Thor’s memories but this is beautiful.” Y/n

“This is my memories.” Loki told Y/n as he takes his sit.

Y/n looks around the Grate Hall in amazement. There’s two tables a shorter one thats the one Loki and Y/n are at then it’s the longer one where Loki has every earth breakfast food on it. As Y/n is distracted by the architectural structure of the Castle Loki is looking at her noticing every detail of her face.

“This is really beautiful Loki.” Y/n Praised.

“Not beautiful then you.” Loki remarked.

When Y/n finally looks at Loki she see that he’s giving her the “looks” you know the see into your soul look.

“Loki, what am I doing here?” Y/n wondered.

“I want to know you better is that a crime.” Loki answered.

“No it is not but I know there’s more to it.” Y/n disclosed.

“I want to know everything about you in exchange I’ll tell you about the night your mother disappeared.” Loki proposed.

“Ok. What do you want to know?” Y/n asked.

“Anything.” Loki breathed.

“Well I find nature relaxing, best years of my life was when I lived in New Orleans with Gambit, November 18 is the day I control my power l just remember this overwhelming sadness that I couldn’t control. I caused a state wide earthquake and black out even some city in Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and Connecticut had black outs. Think I care to much. I’m passionate about everything I do. When I’m losing control of my powers I think of my time with Gambit and it always seem to work. I think I watch y/tv to much. My house is y/h . You remain me of Professor Snape a good guy in disguise.

“Who’s Professor Snape is he someone important to you?” Loki asked.

“He’s important to everyone who reads Harry Potter. You see Professor Snape was portrayed to be a bad guy but he never was he was an asshole yes but not a bad guy. He cared for Harry because he was a piece of the woman he loved.....I’m sorry I really the loved books and movies Gambit used to read them to me.” Y/n stated with a smile.

“No it’s fine you said you were passionate about everything.” Loki said with an fond look.

Y/n smiles and starts to eat her pancakes. As Y/n is eating some syrup gets on the corner of Y/n’s mouth. Loki looks Y/n in the eyes as he reaches over and slowly wipes the syrup away from Y/n’s mouth with his thumb. He then puts the pad of this thumb into his mouth. Y/n is shocked by Loki sudden movement.

“You had syrup on your cheek.” Loki told Y/n

“Um....thanks....Um the view is amazing.” Y/n gets up and walks over to the balcony needing to put space between her and Loki. But it was in vane Loki walks up behind her.

“I’ve seen something far more amazing.” Loki

“Why are you doing this are trying to put me under your spell?” Y/n wondered.

“No I would never.” Loki said serious voice.

“Then what’s going on.”

“I just want to be here with you.”

And in that moment Y/n knew that Loki was serious even asked all the times he told her he was she finally believed. Y/n turns around and smiles at Loki she ledes in and kisses him. She then starts to get flashes of Loki’s childhood and smiles into the kiss.

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Steve, with all his might, slides the heavy iron door and stealthily walks in. Secure storage 10-C is a large warehouse, filled with Metal crates stacked. Steve looks up, seeing another level. He leaps up high and holds onto the catwalk railing. Steve continues to move forward.

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Inside this particular van, Selvig and a few other soldiers are driving inside a long tunnel. With the CMS device inside, Selvig carefully picks up the small cylinder shape Iridium with metal prongs and lightly places it a slot within the CMS. The CMS Accepts it and Selvig looks at it, devilishly smiling.

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After “accepting” Charles offer to be be apart of this school Ororo went on to be known as the X-Men Storm somewhat of a caretaker of the children at Charles’s school. This was every day routine for Ororo waking up teaching children taking care of them and then probably go out scouting for more mutants with Jean or Scott but this time Charles had a different approach he paired her up with Logan. Yes you heard right the mutant with an unstoppable healing power, adamantium metal claws and no-nonsense attitude and one of the most ferocious heroes in the universe.

Logan and Ororo walk into Cerebro and see Charles. “You wanted to see us Chuck?” Logan asked.

“There’s this mutant in Manhattan with a the power that can take the potential energy stored in an object and convert it to kinetic energy thus “charging” that item with explosive results. I need you to find him he has information on a mutant that I need to find.” Charles informed Ororo and Logan.

“What’s he’s name Professor?” Ororo asked.

“Remy LeBeau but he also goes by Gambit.” Charles answered.

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Gambit is at a bar late night drowning his sorrows in whiskey. Thinking about all the choices that led to him being here at a bar in Manhattan drinking he’s life away. He missed Y/n more then anything she was his daughter.

Gambit nod at Nick then walks over to Y/n. “I guess is the end of the road.” Gambit commented.

“Can you promise me one thing?” Y/n Asked.

“What is it?” Gambit wondered with a curious tone.

“Don’t forget about me.” Y/n said with a sad smile.

“Never in a million years.” Gambit promised in a fatherly way.

Y/n hugs Gambit like her life depended on it.

“I love you.” Y/n sniffled.

Gambit pulls back from the hug to wipe Y/n’s tears “I love you too petit.” Gambit replied.“ This isn’t goodbye you’re gonna see me.”

Gambit shakes his head not wanting to remember what he said it makes him feel like a liar. He hasn’t seen her in years apart of him wonders if she would see him would she remember him? Gambit didn’t want to think about that he didn’t want that to be a Possibility. Gambit orders and another glass of whiskey and just when the bartender hands him he’s drinking two people approach him.

“I’m in no mood to fight so whatever business you have with me can it wait.” Gambit announced.

“You Remy LeBeau?” Logan asked.

“That depends on who’s asking.” Gambit stated.

“Charles Xavier he wants to know what happened in Canada with you and a mutant.”Ororo explained.

“And who might you be?” Gambit questioned as he turns around and see Logan and Ororo.

“Storm.”

“Stormy. You know my real name but I don’t know your.”

“And that’s how we like bub.” Logan Chimed in.

“No it’s fine I’m Ororo Munroe.” Ororo told Gambit.

“I figure you were.” Gambit downs his drink then pays for it and walks out the bar with Ororo and Logan following closely.

“You asked nice now it’s my turn.”

Gambit pulls out a deck of cards and charge them. “Looks not looking for a fight ok you want to know what happened in Canada. A little girl woke up in a cell across from mine crying out for her ma. Experimented on her and made her into a powerful mutant. The black out that happened on November 18 her I no doubt.” Gambit explained. “If you came here thinking I know where your daughter is you are mistaken.”

“What’s he talking about?” Logan questioned.

“I don’t know? I have a daughter?”

“I would seem that the good old Professor did more then help you crop. Look I’m not mad at you because you’ve getting me something I never knew I wanted.” Gambit said walks away.

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On a Shield monitor is a photo and record of Jane Foster. Thor looks at her, remembering all the moments they had together.

“As soon as Loki took the doctor we moved Jane Foster. We've got an excellent observatory in Traunsee. She was asked to consult there very

suddenly yesterday. Handsome fee, private plane, very remote. She'll be safe.” Agent Coulson informed Thor.

“Thank you. It's no accident Loki taking Erik Selvig. I dread what he plans for him once he's done. Erik is a good man.” Thor declared.

“He talks about you a lot. You changed his life. You changed everything around here.” Agent Coulson told Thor.

“They were better as they were. We pretend on Asgard that we're more advanced, but we...we come here battling like Bilchsteim.” Thor replied.

“Like what?” Agent Coulson asked.

“Bilchsteim? You know; huge, scaly, big antlers. You don't have those?” Thor wondered.

“Don't think so.” Agent Coulson answered.

“They are repulsive, and they trample everything in their path.” Thor walks over to the side of the ship and looks out the window, lamenting about what has happened and what may come. “When I first came to earth, Loki's rage followed me here and your people paid the price. And now again. In my youth I courted war.”

“War hasn't started yet. Nick Chimed. “You think you can make Loki tell us what the Tesseract is?

“I do not know. Loki's mind is far afield, it's not just power he craves,it's vengeance upon me. There's no pain hat would prize his need from him.” Thor explained.

“Loki is a prisoner he can’t do anything to here I won’t let it happen.” Thor proclaimed.

“Then why do I feel like he's the only person on this boat that wants to be here?” Nick questioned.

Thor doesn't answer.

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When Y/n woke up from the dream world she was both relieved and upset. Loki had her flustered and that’s what made her upset. So Y/n walked to the combat room and turns one one of the drone.

“Who would you like to fight?” The drone asked.

“Surprises me.” Y/n answered.

The combat room changes into a living room of a middle class family house.

“Not the living room scenario.” Y/n protested.

The drone takes form of Sabretooth. A feral mutant named Victor Creed, his an animalistic mutant who possesses superhuman strength, mobility and cat-like claws and teeth and He’s also Wolverine's brother.

You got to be kidding me I fought him one time

Without warning Sabretooth throws Y/n crashing her coffe table in front of the sofa.

“Why is it always the table and never the sofa.”

Y/n kicks Sabretooth in the chest,knocking the big man into a table on the right wall, where he crashes into the Vases and slides to the floor in a tumult of glass shards and water. Y/n springs to her feet and swings at Sabretooth, again and again, her fist whooshing through the air. Sabretooth grabs Y/n's right wrist. With no room to dodge, Y/n drives her head forward,smashing Sabretooth's face with a glorious headbutt. As Sabretooth staggers back, Y/n picks up a broken leg from the table and points it at Sabretooth’s neck.

“You know there’s an easier way with dealing with-“Natasha turns off the simulator and the table leg disappears out of Y/n’s hand “Anger.”

“I’m Frustrated Nat. Loki knew I could read minds so he had the cube sent somewhere without him knowing.” Y/n explained.

A red glow starts to form around Y/n. Masking her worry Natasha walks over to Y/n. “You know what’s happens when that part of you takes over.”

“But what if the Phoenix taking over stops Loki and no one gets hurt?” Y/n questioned.

“Y/n there will always be collateral damage in anything that involves saving someone or saving everyone.” Natasha told Y/n.

“Your right......I’m gonna go check on Bruce and Tony in they lab.” Y/n about to walk out the room but Natasha’s voice stops her.

“I was told to find you and give you this.” Natasha hands Y/n a folded piece of paper.

“It’s your Remy LeBeau.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me thank Director Fury.”

Y/n smiles at Natasha then walks out the combat room.

Part 6

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“Little Wife”: Part 2: Bjorn Ironside: Vikings Imagine

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Freezing cold sea spray hit me right in the face as I braced myself against the side of the ship.

Much to Bjorn's annoyance...seeing as he had told me to come away from it numerous times.

I ignored him...of course.

"You'll catch death before we arrive home." he said coming up behind me and wrapping another fur around me. "I wasn't planning on bringing a dead wife back, you little demon."

Some of the men chuckled at his exasperation.

They quickly labeled me as the thorn in their leader's side...much to their enjoyment and his displeasure.

Bjorn sighed as he stood behind me.

His firm chest pressed into the soft curves of my back.

I tolerated the furs and his bulky arms wrapping around me .... because it was actually cold...but I had never been so fascinated in my life.

I'd never left my village before and all I ever saw of the sea was from the shore.

This was a different and entirely mindblowing experience.

"You're mother seemed pleased that you're marrying into royalty." he commented and I whipped around to glare up at him.

"You just had to go and ruin my moment of happiness, didn't you?" I accused him with a withering look.

A few of his men chuckled and the smirk that coated his face made me want to attack him.

He was substantially bigger than me though and I was vastly outnumbered.

"You'll be a princess." one of them commented...though I felt it was more of a tease.

"Who said I wanted to be a princess?" I grumbled and savagely clutched the furs around me as I angrily stared out at the choppy waters.

"Don't all little girls want to be princesses at some point?" the same man asked teasingly.

I glared at him venomously, "No. Do all little Viking boys want to be filthy heathens?"

The men roared in laughter.

I shrugged as I turned back to the sea, "I'd rather be a heathen than a princess."

The men cheered at me and I laughed lightly.

"I thought I'd managed to marry a filthy heathen but turns out all I got is a useless prince. What rotten luck." I said teasing Bjorn who honestly took it in good stride.

He took my teasing fairly well....even if I was a hateful little badger at times.

"Well, this useless prince has no intentions of laying with a frozen corpse so.... good night lads." he said and with that he unceremoniously swung me over his shoulder and headed towards the back of the boat.

He placed me on my feet before settling down and pulling me down into him and basically hiding me completely with the furs.

"If you'll just stay there you'll be warm." he said.

"But I can't see." I whined. "And that was the whole point of coming along. I want to see."

He blew out an irritated breath at me.

"Alright, on your left there is water and ice. And on your right, more water and ice. Behind you, oh look more water and ice and up ahead.... wait a moment- oh no- more water and ice. You're not going to see anything for a while so just still before you fall in the water."

I was beyond irritated with this attitude he had.

Who the hell did he think he was telling me what to do and honestly did he expect me to listen to him?

To his credit, I had almost fell over on more than one occasion.

I felt that hulking chest of his deflate a bit underneath me as he sighed.

In reality I knew I was probably stomping on his last nerve and I'd deserve every bit of hostility but I was just excited.

The prospect of getting away from a place I never thought I'd leave was exciting for me.

I had mixed feelings on the whole situation, of course.

Leaving friends and family but at least it stopped the pillaging and I got to see the world.... or at the very least the sea.

I looked up at Bjorn, taking in his features.

He was a very rough man sort of man and in that there was such a beauty to him.

Not that I'd ever tell him such a thing.

I had no intentions of inflating his already enormous head on the situation.

"Hey." I said and he glanced down at me to acknowledge that he'd heard me.

"Tell me about your gods." I said and he lifted an eyebrow at me.

"What?" he asked, a tiny glint flickered in his eye.

"Your gods." I said. "I don't know anything about them and while I've honestly not been very interested in the customs of my village...I guess I should know if I'm supposed to marry a ..." I stopped to fake a gag. "prince."

He chuckled at me and swatted my bottom in jest.

"What is your distaste with the idea of being a princess?" he asked.

"You answer me first." I challenged.

"Honestly, it'll take much longer to explain the gods to you." he said. "And I'm not even sure that I should be the one to do such a thing."

"Is it only gods?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"Is it only men? Are there women as well?" I asked laying my cheek upon his chest, relaxing a little into the warmth of him.

His arm pulled me closer so that his hands might lock around me.

"There are many goddesses." he said.

"It's not like that where I'm from." I remarked. "Women... women aren't looked at for much of anything in my village. To breed and bare children and if you don't...."

I didn't want to finish the tale to be honest because while I did have some fond memories of my village there were many that were not.

Bjorn seemed to notice my sudden drop in mood but I didn't really feel like elaborating on it.

He was silent for a moment.

"There is Freyja. She is a goddess of love and war." he said. "And her twin brother Freyr is a god of farming. They are both gods of fertility. We usually offer some form of swine to the twins."

"Offer?" I questioned.

"Slay it." he confirmed. "We slaughter the hog and have it in the form of feast in honor of them. Cats are sacred to Freyja as well."

"I like cats." I said. "Never had one. Tried to keep one once but it scratched me and ran off."

"That sounds like another hateful little creature I know." he teased and I lightly punched his side making him chuckle.

"Frigg is the wife of Odin. She is the goddess of wisdom and destiny. She can tug at the threads of fate. So if you stay in her favor she'll help you and if not she'll hinder you. Sound familiar?" he teased and I glared up at him.

"She's also linked with the sky, fertility, mothers and home." he said.

"Tell me more." I said sleepily snuggling into him.

His deep voice rumbled in his chest and lulled me right off to sleep.

I awoke a few hours later to the sound of laughter and the bright sun shining right in my face.

Bjorn had long since moved from beneath me and was standing near the front of the boat.

The men were merry as food and drink were passed around.

Apparently, the day was good and accordign to the talk amongst them....the gods had showed the voyage favor.

They'd pulled in many fish from the nets and there was a piece of land in the distance.

"Good morning, Princess to Be." said the same man from the night before with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips.

"Morning." I mumbled and narrowed my eyes but a smile on my lips none the less.

"Sten." he said and produced his hand to which I accepted and responded with my own.

"Eh, we might just call ye, Wee Demon." he teased and I shook my head at him. "Bjorn Ironside and his Wee Demon Bride."

"I'm not anyone's anything!" I snapped and he laughed.

I moved past the chuckling men and found Bjorn's hulking figure.

"Are there no women present here at all?" I asked him.

"Good morning to you too." he laughed looking out at the morning sun.

I blew a breath of frustration out through my nose.

"Good morning, dear husband to be. If it pleases you could you be so kind as to inform if any other creatures other than men inhabit this voyage?" I asked sarcastically.

He laughed at me, "Yes, there are many shieldmaidens with us. Most of which are on that boat there."

I squinted in the distance where I did in fact see many women inhabiting a particular boat.

Upon further inspection I discovered the were peppered amongst all the boats.

I guess I just didn't realize due to my excitement and exhaustion.

In fairness, they did bare many of the same hairstyles and armor.

At a glance, it wasn't that obvious.

"What's a shieldmaiden?" I asked.

"A warrior who happens to be a woman." he said.

"Can I meet them?" I asked.

"Are you interested in women?" he asked and I furrowed my brows at him.

"Excuse me?" I said. "How is that any of your business?"

"It's my business because I know those women and they'd love to get their hands on a soft, plump thing like you." he said.

"You don't own me, Bjorn." I said.

"So you keep reminding me." he said. "Even though you literally have no place to-"

"I will jump off this damn boat right now." I said staring up at him.

"Jump then." he countered.

"I would rather die than live wedded to a husband who thinks he can control me." I said. "So you let me know. Are you gonna be a tyrant or not? Because I'd rather die."

We stared each other down for the longest time.

The few moments of sweetness we had were fine but in reality.... this was not a fairy tale romance.

We'd struck a bargain but we hadn't fallen in love.

He stared at me for a moment longer before turning to the closest board and signaling them.

"Revna!" he called out and a tall woman with long black hair looked up.

In honestly, she was the most breathtaking woman I'd ever seen in my life.

The sheer power of her.

You just didn't see women like that were I came from.

The two boats came a bit closer together and he looked down at me.

"Go on then." he said. "If you're so determined to jump it shouldn't be a problem for you to swim the rest of the way."

"We can let the wee boat down for her." piped up a man from the back of the boat.

"No, let her go ahead." he said challenging me.

Mistake.

I glared at him momentarily before climbing over the side and diving into the water.

Yes, it was freezing.

Yes, it felt like a thousand knives were stabbing into me.

Yes, it felt like my lungs were about to explode as I broke the surface.

However, I'd drown before I'd let him see that.

I didn't even bother to look at him as I turned and swam towards the other boat.

The women there pulled me up and wrapped me in a fur.

I was enveloped into a ruckus of laughter, welcomes and congratulations.

I stared Bjorn down from across the water.

Truthfully, I was just as spiteful as he was but I'd be damned before I admitted that.

The woman known as Revna embraced me with a grin.

In person, she was much larger than I originally thought and quite intimidating.

"Welcome!" she said. "That was quite a move. We could've came and got you but I like a ballsy woman."

"Back off, Revna." one of the women laughed. "Apparently, she's supposed to be Bjorn's new wife."

"We'll see." I shrugged sassily and they roared in laughter.

"Fiery." Revna laughed. "I do like you."

I smiled, "He's not really so bad. He just likes to tell me what to do and I've never really reacted all that well to it."

She chuckled, "Bjorn is a decent man. He's had many a wife before but he's a decent man. He just falls in love too quick and likes to travel a lot. Sometimes this is hard on a relationship."

"I didn't know he'd been married before." I commented.

"Yeah." she chuckled passing me a bit of butter and bread. "Fair few times. A few have gotten themselves killed. Some just divorced."

"I told him I had no intentions of playing his little wife." I said before savagely cramming the bread in my mouth.

"We heard!" another woman said. "Everyone has been talking about how you might actually be the one to deal with him."

"Oh I'll deal with him alright." I grumbled.

"And so the honeymoon phase is over." Revna chuckled.

I glared at the side of his face.

If he wanted to be pissy then so did I.

Hello, darlings. Just a wee bit of a lover's quarrel, lol. They're both such tempermental brats.

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LET’S GET READY TO RE-CAAAAAAAAP

“I have numerous science-based questions” I mean, same. It also sets up that Huey is gonna be out of his element this episode

SCROOGE HAS NO TIME FOR SCIENCE

“I AM THAT CHAMPION.” A bit full of yourself there. I couldn’t hear this line without saying “I’M. THAT. HERO.” Oh VeggieTales, you’ll always be with me

THEY ALL LOOK SO ADORABLE!!

I like that Louie does a finger gun when Scrooge gets to him

Like I said earlier, I DO NOT care Scrooge already putting pressure on these kids

Poor Dewey seems like he’s the unfavorite, which is probably how Donald felt as well

Huey makes a good point and I do NOT like how dismissive Scrooge is of the twins

That being said...they totally killed someone in battle

SOMEDAY WE’LL FIND IT, THE RAINBOW CONNECTION!

Why didn’t Launchpad crash? I know he can land w/o crashing but it’s usually when he lands in water. THIS FEELS IMPORTANT SOMEHOW though it probably isn’t

“THEY FOUND A WAY TO MAKE RAINBOWS BETTER!” God, I love Webby

“This is the best day.” WEBBY, YOU ARE REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS OF ADORABLE

Birds with beards look odd

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” Poor Huey, magic and mythology aren’t his strong point

I love that it says Odin’s Closet over the shirts. It’s the little details

“Guess Louie knows what Louie’s doing today.” And then he disappears into the shirts. I can appreciate someone who knows what they’re about

I want ALL the shirts from this episode!

“WHOA, IT’S WRESTLING!” He looks so dang happy, it’s ADORABLE

“THIS IS AWESOME!” Chanting is fun

“So these guys just copied professional wrestling?” Huey, you’re form of logic is not welcome here

Does that mean Scrooge told someone about his battles and inspired them to create pro wrestling? I’m gonna go with that

“And they will love me for it!” Dewey, sweetie, that’s only how it works half the time

I loved all the man-snake stuff. Made me giggle

Man snake be THICC. HOT DAMN

I love the little pig ref. HE’S SO CUTE

Jormungandr knows how to pump up a crowd

So, like, is everyone in the audience technically DEAD?! That makes this episode slightly darker. I dig it

I wonder if Jormungandr sees Earth’s destruction as a good thing for Earth. Like if he genuinely thinks they’d be better off in Valhalla. Or if he’s just a bastard who wants to watch the world burn

Scrooge is a bit too into playing the heel

The way Scrooge moves and the faces he makes as the Millionaire Miser remind me of Glomgold

“I watch a lot of wrestling while I fly.” “Wait, while?” This exchange always cracks me up

“Uncle Scrooge is the greatest hero of all time.” “Huh, I guess not everyone thinks so.” I feel like this is foreshadowing later events

RIP Announcer Puffin

“DIBS ON ANNOUNCING!” A dude just got KO’d bro! Have a bit of respect

And the return of the dynamic sports announcer duo. Glad Huey got his badge

I NEED MORE WRESTLING ANNOUNCER LP

Strongbeard is DOPE

“How did you know that?” “Just calling it like I see it. WRESTLING!” The real reason Launchpad knows is because he’s actually Thor but doesn’t remember. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

FEAR THE BEARD

“What matters is I’m doing the right thing.” I don’t know, you really seem to enjoy being a heel

This whole match is great

Dewey, there ARE NO RULES IN WRESTLING. Plus you aren’t the ref, so you can’t make that call

I have very inappropriate jokes go through my head when only one arm absorbs the beard energy

“I am so confused.” CONSTANT MOOD

DID SCROOGE NARUTO RUN AT STRONGBEARD?!

I like that Scrooge dives onto him the same way he dives into his bin

LP is so excited he pushes Huey out of the way for NO REASON

HOLY FUCK THAT DUDE THREW A CHAIR AT A CHILD!

All the bone cracking in this episode made me uncomfortable, as in my bones hurt during it

“He is such a good guy.” I’d say he’s a fair guy, not necessarily a good guy

“Which two of you will fight for me?” Webby has been waiting for this moment her WHOLE LIFE

Louie, always taking time to make that money

Who gave him a shirt cannon?!

I love that the dude comes up wearing the shirt

Dewey just slaps Scrooge in the face

Champ POPular! Too cute! I love his hair and outfit. Though I don’t think Champ POPular’s “too popular to hate.” If anything he might annoy people due to his popularity

I thought he was gonna pull out yo-yos as his “finishing touch” and I was sad when it was lollipops even though that makes more sense. BRING BACK THE YO-YOS!

“Do all the fighting and make sure he doesn’t die.” That is a valid concern

WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU! I’D KNOW IT ANYWHERE

Huey taking notes is adorable

“Just in time for the tag-team round.” “Wait, they’re playing tag now?! MAN!” I love how Danny says MAN

How does Huey not know what a tag-team is? It’s a pretty common term

I love Launchpad’s reading face

Dewey has red, blue, and green lollipops. Cute

“HE’S THROWING LOLLIPOPS BECAUSE HE THINKS WE’RE SUCKERS!” That took me off guard and I laughed so hard

“I’ve known you my whole life, I kinda knew how this would play out.” Louie is genre savvy. Perhaps too savvy. He’s gonna figure out he’s in a tv show

“More like Champ POP..ulation zero because he has no friends...in Friendtown.” I fail to see how that was any worse than LP’s “more like Champ UN-POPular.”

“WE HATE YOU NOW!” Tough crowd

Huey’s face after that. I just want to pinch his lil cheeks

WEBBY DON’T NEED NO WRESTLER NAME

It TOTALLY went over my head that they censored Hela with Hecka (at least they used her better than the MCU did. WE COULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH BETTER)

I would let her pin me to the mat and crush my skull in

“Oh, COME ON, THIS is what you like?! A creepy goth and her pet dog!” SHUT UP, DEWEY, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT! I’m surprised Webby didn’t slap him for the “creepy goth” comment seeing as Lena is goth and misunderstood

“HECKA YEAH! HECKA YEAH!” SHE’S SO COOL AND SEXY AND SHE HAS A DOG

Poor Huey, he’s doing his best. Hope he takes a shower later because he got pretty sweaty

HECKA COULD STEP ON ME AND I’D SAY THANK YOU

Why did Huey have all those corn puns?

“YOU’RE THE WORST! YOU’RE THE WORST!” It’s just not Huey’s day

“You don’t have to try to make it sound great, it already is.” Did this remind anyone else of Dewey’s “don’t overthink it” advice to Launchpad from Double-O Duck? He’s doing his best to help Huey

I WANT HECKA TO DESTROY ME

“EMBRACE THE BOOZE BOOS.”

Poor Dewey

WEBBY IS A BEAST! SHE WAS BORN FOR THIS!

“EMBRACE YOUR INNER HEEL!” Cuz being a heel is fun!

DUDE, WEBBY TOOK DOWN THE GODDESS OF DEATH WITH NOTHING BUT HER LEGS AND THIGHS! WE STAN!

I like that Fenny has knee pads on

“AW, YOU’RE SO DANGEROUS AND CUTE! I JUST WANT TO PET YOUR LITTLE BELLY!” WEBBY IS ME

“A classic ‘who’s a good boy?’ gambit!” AND I’D FALL FOR IT TOO! SUCH A GOOD BOI

“Wait, am I the Launchpad here?” Bitch, you WISH

“YOU CAN’T GIVE CANDY TO A DOG!” This is why you don’t have a pet, Dewey

“WHOA, back from THE DEAD for the QUEEN of the DEAD!”

Kind of a dick move, Louie

AIR GUITAR!

Jormungandr looks like a Masters of the Universe knock-off toy

WHO’S A GOOD BOI? YOU ARE!

“With a toxic personality” I think you’re projecting a bit, Jormungandr

How does Huey not know what a battle royale is? That is a very common term! Hell, there is a well known book and movie with that title!

“I’m just a humble, noble snake man of the people.” Why does the term snake man make me laugh so much?

WOY REFERENCE FTW

Dewey needs a hug! And some therapy would probably be a good idea

Scrooge’s speech started on a good note then went downhill FAST

“And lastly, I’ll use the dust of your bones as sweetener in my tea.” DAMN

“TOO FAR!” I DON’T THINK IT’S FAR ENOUGH! TELL HIM HOW YOU WILL BATHE IN HIS BLOOD

FUCK YEAH BEAKLEY!

SHE GAVE HIM THE CHAIR! I think this CONFIRMS Beakley as a wrestling fan

“I know we’re supposed to take over for Scrooge one day, but do you ever wonder if maybe we’re not cut out for it?” YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO WONDER THOSE THINGS AT ALL!

Louie’s like WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!

“Be LP” My new mantra

Aw, Louie sees Dewey as a hero. Like how LP saw Drake as a hero. I think @drakepad is onto something, this scene and the fight scene seem WAAAAY too much like Drake’s intro to be just a coincidence

I keep saying this, but Louie should consider a career in motivational speaking. He knows what people need to hear

“Let’s do this!” “I don’t know.” “Let’s Dewey this?” “I’m in.”

“I’LL SHED YOUR SKIN FOR YOU!” If he hadn’t of had an old man back moment that would have been a BRUTAL CUT

OMG WAS LAUNCHPAD WEARING THAT THE WHOLE TIME? You see his clothes fly off when he jumps in the ring

“Whoa. In a COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED TWIST, the announcer was Captain Crash THIS WHOLE TIME!” LP does underground wrestling matches in his spare time, TELL ME I’M WRONG

“YOUR CATCHPHRASES ARE FORCED!” I agree, Dewey could have done WAY BETTER

I like Louie just GLARING at the dude who insulted Dewey’s catchphrase

LP looks so proud of Huey

“I don’t care at all, why should I?” Methinks the snake man doth protest too much

I like how Jormungandr’s pupils are thinner during the climax. It shows off his true nature

Dewey should have been the one to do a spin attack, ya know, cuz he’s Sonic? I’ll go now

“The Pop never Stops.” That was better

WHERE ARE ALL THESE CHAIRS COMING FROM?!

I LEGIT thought Strongbeard was gonna throw Dewey his axe and I was like Dewey wouldn’t be able to lift that

SUPER SAIYAN DEWEY! Also was that a TIGER SNARL?

I like the ice pack on Launchpad’s head. Just because he can take a lot of damage doesn’t mean that LP is immune to pain

I like that the crowd CHANGED THEIR BANNERS! Nice

LOUIE AND WEBBY LOOKED SO CUTE!

LP tearing up

“A true people’s hero” I feel like that phrase will come back in relation to other characters (cough DW cough)

Scrooge is such a little shit, it’s kind of adorable

THAT END SHOT! THAT SONG!

This was a SUPER FUN EPISODE! I couldn’t really tell where they were going and I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT! I wish we had gotten Huey in some wrestling gear but maybe next time. I like the message that doing the right thing isn’t always popular but I kind of feel like Dewey getting the crowd on his side muddled the message somewhat. Poor Dewey needs therapy or something so he doesn’t feel like he needs CONSTANT approval. Again, he’s 11 YEARS OLD and shouldn’t be put into such a serious position. LP was VIP this episode. I’m bummed we’re on hiatus again, but WHAT an episode to end on!

#ducktales #dt spoilers

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mcfiddlestan · 4 years

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Last 10 Fics Tag Meme

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics read or written and then tag others to do the same.

No one tagged me, but I saw it in the tags of one of my ships and it looked fun.

1. Untitled WinterFrost Single Dad AU (Bucky/Loki)

The sound of his front door opening and closing pulled Loki from a deep sleep. So deep, it took him a moment to remember where he was and how he knew that was his front door. His eyes opened slowly once, twice, and then again, to nothing but the darkness of what he was sure was his bedroom. Then the pounding started. Incessantly, pulsing around his entire head. Damned migraines. Loki let out a low grain, thought fuck it, and buried his face deeper into his pillow. Moments later, the door to his bedroom pushed open.

“Time to rise, Sunshine.”

Loki grumbled at the familiar voice, and slowly, he turned his body, rolling onto his back. “Why are you always so chipper in the morning? Oh, for Norn’s sake!” He threw a pillow over his face as the curtains were pulled open and let the blinding daylight flood the room. “I’ve got a damn migraine!”

2. Untitled Stucky Modern AU (Steve/Bucky and a healthy side of Sam/Natasha)

Bucky, his mind drawing a blank, was idly strumming his guitar when he heard the hard slam coming from next door. He surmised his neighbor and best friend, Natasha, had returned from her date, and assumed she’d be over in a few minutes to tell him about it. But when he heard a couple more distant slams and one very heavy thump against their shared wall, his curiosity got the better of him. Setting aside his black Fender, and stepping carefully over a dozing Avalanche, his tuxedo cat, Bucky walked barefoot through his apartment, into the hall, and breezed right into Natasha’s apartment.

He didn’t see her, but Bucky heard Natasha swear sharply, followed by something rattling against the hardwood floor. Waiting, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his dark sweatpants. Bucky watched as the top of Natasha’s head, burgundy hair in a stylish messy bun, popped up as she’d bent to pick up what he suspected was the cap to the bottle of vodka in her hand. “Hey, babe.”

Natasha turned dark green eyes on him, a sour expression pinching her usually attractive features, and said nothing, only moving to pour herself a full tumbler glass of the clear liquor. Bucky watched her swallow down most of it then waited silently as she filled it up once again.

He moved to rest his elbows on her pub height dining table. “Bad date?”

“You think?”

3. A Boyfriend for Christmas (Bucky/Loki)

“I need your help.”

Loki stared at the man in his doorway for a good five seconds, his lips in a thin red line, and his perfectly groomed black brows arched in curiosity. The man — his neighbor, Loki knew — was good-looking, Loki thought as he took the time to look him over, lips turning up in a soft grin. “Good evening to you, too, 9B.” The man’s lashes fluttered as they did a quick change from widened panic to a more relaxed gaze. Norns, his eyes were an impossible blue. “I can’t promise to help, but try me,” Loki drawled, taking a casual stance, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door jamb.

“Okay. Believe me, I know how this is gonna sound, and I swear I’ll make it up to you — somehow — but…well…okay. Here goes…” Loki cocked a brow, amused. “I need you to be my boyfriend for one night.”

Surprised, and maybe even surprising his neighbor, too, Loki laughed, a tickled near-giggle, and straightened. “You need me to do what now?”

4. Welcome Home -- working title (Bucky/Loki)

Bucky woke with a start, shooting up in his bed, and opening his eyes to near darkness, but for the faint orange glow of the streetlamps outside his bedroom window. For a moment, he was still in the dream; back in the desert, embedded in dirt, surrounded by heat. And flanked by Steve. On his right. He rubbed at his eyes, harder than necessary, willing the image of his best friend smiling and laughing to fade away again.

Two years had passed since it all happened. The first year was the hardest. Stuck in the hospital, healing, speaking to no one but nurses and doctors — and the occasional military personnel, looking for the gory details. The minute he was out, Bucky was hounded by government officials wanting him to attend various memorials in the good captain’s name. Wanting him to relive the worst day of his life — which is saying a lot for a kid from Brooklyn who wasn’t far from ground zero on September 11, 2001. Was it any wonder that Bucky chose to up and disappear and go into hiding once it all finally ended?

5. WinterFrost Tumblr PWP Prompt (Bucky/Loki)

Bucky barged into the loft apartment, a dark expression screwing up his face, and paused just as the door slammed closed. His eyes, hidden beneath the black face paint smeared around them, like a burglar’s mask, did a quick scan of the layout of the open space before him. He kicked off his muddy boots, leaving them near the door, knowing his ‘loftmate’ wouldn’t take kindly to him leaving a dirt track through the well-kept place. He made a quick mental note to take care of the boots first thing in the morning. His mouth in a deep pout, Bucky thought to himself that it was times like this when he returned from a mission exhausted and not in the mood for company, that he wondered why he ever decided to move in with Loki, resident God of Mischief.

6. Post-Civil War/Ragnarok Frostiron AU (Tony/Loki)

There was no doubt in Tony’s mind just exactly what -- or rather who -- brought that subtle shift in atmosphere into the lab. He’d been expecting it, at some point, if he was honest with himself. And while a small part of him felt relief, there was, always had been, that slightly narcissistic part of his personality that would resent not being at the top of a certain someone’s to-do list.

Tony felt the faint flutter of air sweep across the back of his neck first, which reminded him he really needed to get a haircut. His nose tickled at the sharp tang the wafting scent of ozone often left in its wake. Realization about what exactly was about to transpire had Tony’s stomach doing a bit of a flip; pride, though, forced him to remain with his back to where he felt someone else’s presence. For a fleeting moment, Tony wondered if he could handle this.

Recalling everything that had happened since he last saw his visitor -- the mess with Ultron, the devastating truth about his parents’ deaths, the ends of friendships he actually mourned, the airport, Rhodey, the kid, the Accords -- all of it was a rollercoaster ride for which Tony had never signed up. But this...this one had hurt. The worst part was having to hide the hurt, the heartbreak, because no one knew. No one; not Pepper, not Happy. Not even Rhodey. Nobody knew the blow it was to the one they called Iron Man. How could they? No one knew that Iron Man had fallen in love with the God of Mischief.

7. Untitled Royals AU (Tony/Loki, with a splash of Bucky/Loki)

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me like this?”

Odin, King of Asgard, aimed a dark look across the conference table at Loki, the younger of his two sons, his anger and frustration growing by the second. The air of arrogance and disinterest emanating from Loki, raven-haired and more handsome than was good for him at an aggravating twenty-four years old, was making Odin curl his weathered hands into tight fists on top of the table. Loki looked at him, a questionable flash of surprise crossing his pale, chiseled features, his mostly-green eyes all but twinkling at him, mocking and laughing.

“Of course I don’t.”

He was no fool; not Odin Borson. His expression darkened further, as he waited for the next words to come from Prince Loki’s mouth.

“It’s not that I don’t enjoy embarrassing you. It’s more that it’s…a perk.” He smirked at Odin, like the brat he was, and Odin’s response was interjected by the Queen’s subtle astonishment.

“Loki.” His eyes moved to her, and her disapproving look, and the smirk vanished.

Odin slammed the newspaper that he’d been keeping in his lap to the glossy top of the long mahogany table. The headlines of Loki’s chaotic week in the States screamed about alcohol, fast cars, and the general recklessness of a perceived overly-spoiled son of royalty. “This is not a joke, Loki.”

8. Take A Bow (Tony/Loki)

Loki rushed through the narrow hallway, coughing to clear his throat of the makeshift fog that had filled the stage for the final moments of the play. By the time he reached the haven of his dressing room, his necktie was undone and his shirt was half unbuttoned. The hurried shouts and stomps of people working backstage were blissfully drowned out as Darcy, his new young assistant, quickly closed the door behind him.

“Great show tonight, Boss,” Darcy chirped as she took the discarded tie Loki handed over and waited to take his costume jacket and vest. Loki chuckled a thank you as she turned away from him. He urged her several times already to just call him by his name, but she insisted on calling him Boss, like he was a gangster in the 1930s. Darcy returned with a glass of water and Loki smiled his thanks before taking a long drink.

9. The House Guest (genderswapped FrostIron, fem!Toni/fem!Loki)

Loki sat in the front seat of a beat-up red convertible and stared blankly ahead. A mixture of hurt and anger had her brow furrowing, her lips pressed tightly together, and her chin, goddammit, was trembling. As Fandral droned on, giving his pathetic explanation, Loki did her best to focus on the other sounds around her — the birds chirping in the late summer morning; a neighbor’s dog barking in the distance; someone’s car alarm down the street malfunctioning — and fought to keep her eyes, fixated now on the white garage door in front of the car, from filling with tears.

Bullshit. She was hearing noting but utter bullshit. Her high school days behind her, Loki had spent the summer constructing plans for the next few months that didn’t involve going to her father’s alma mater in New York and spending the next four years of her life behind more piles of books. She had no interest in swapping high school jocks for frat boys. What she’d had were plans to go on a road trip across the States — and beyond — with Fandral, making love and making music.

But, apparently, Fandral had other plans. And the shitty reasons he was giving for not staying with Loki weren’t helping her understand any better.

10. WinterIron Bodyguard AU (Bucky/Tony)

“Founder and CEO of Stark International and Columbia professor wife critically injured in car accident.”

“Howard Stark, 69, runs car off-road in upstate New York.”

“Socialite couple Howard and Maria Stark injured in car accident. Condition, for both, critical.”

Tony watched the words all but screaming at him from the two flat-screen televisions mounted side-by-side on his bedroom wall, frozen in the spot where he stood by his bed. The words the news anchors spoke, giving details of the accident, were nothing but white noise in his ears. He’d gone numb. He processed nothing. Except that his parents had been in a horrific car accident — a shot of what was left of father’s silver Cadillac made Tony’s knees give out and he dropped to the foot of his bed.

How could anyone survive that? he thought to himself.

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Tagging @teadrinkingwolfgirl @incredifishface @maeve-curry-writes @stephrc79 and literally anyone else who wants to/feels like doing it (tagged peeps, don’t feel obligated!)

#frostiron #winterfrost #samtasha #stucky #winteriron #fic meme #my fics #mostly WIPs #i have a lot to work on #writer's problems

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valkyrieofthehighfae · 4 years

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Chapter 4

Warnings: Language, canon typical violence, eventual smut Word Count: 2.8k Link to the outfit I picture Dani in Join my taglist here Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 Tagging: @blue-space-porgs, @miss-spixx

Warmth was the first thing I noticed as I stirred from a deep sleep, something heavy draped over my waist keeping me weighed down. I rolled over, burying myself in the warmth, savoring it really since my room was so cold for some strange reason. I must have left the balcony doors open again by accident. I seemed to do that far too often during the fall, but I couldn’t help it really; the weather was just too nice to keep my doors shut. Besides, whatever this warmth was next to me, it balanced the chill out nicely, making it comfortable and certainly more difficult to actually wake up and get out of bed.

Wait. Bed? I fell asleep on my chaise last night. How did I end up in bed? My eyes flew open and I found myself curled up against a sleeping Wolffe, my face nuzzled into his chest. I nearly yelped out loud and carefully tried to remove myself from this potentially awkward situation, gasping when his arm tightened on my waist as I began to slowly wiggle away from him. Oh this was not good, this was not good at all. How was I going to get myself out of this predicament? I waited a moment for him to settle back down into sleep before moving carefully out from under his grasp, my bare feet lightly hitting the plush carpet and I quietly padded over to my wardrobe, my heart thundering in my ribcage as I tried to focus on just getting ready for the day, glancing back with a very slight grin at the sleeping troopers sprawled out on the mattresses.

“Morning.” A sleepy voice spoke up from the bed, Wolffe stretching out and getting to his feet, carefully stepping around his sleeping brothers to come stand near me to talk. “How’d you sleep, princess?”

“F-fine, thank you. And you?” I reached up to toy with my hair, something I did when I felt nervous.

“Best sleep I’ve had in awhile, actually. You alright? You look flustered.” He was grinning now, leaning on my wardrobe with a raised eyebrow and muscular arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes, I’m fine! Ah… I distinctly remember falling asleep on my chaise last night. Care to tell me how I ended up in bed with you? I-I mean, fuck, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant…” I stumbled over my words, wanting the ground to open up and swallow me whole over my poor choice of words. “Goddess, I’m just going to stop talking now.” My face burned hot, a dark gold blush creeping up my cheeks and down to my neck and chest.

“You looked uncomfortable, so I moved you. I hadn’t originally planned on staying in bed, but you wouldn’t let go when I set you down.” He teased me, a playful grin on his face. I groaned, covering my face with my hands, cursing under my breath.

“I am so sorry. This is so mortifying.” I most definitely wanted the earth to swallow me whole even more now. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna… um… I’m gonna go before I make an even bigger fool of myself.” I grabbed some clothes and fled to the refresher, locking the door behind me. Today seemed like the best day to just avoid the man so I could try and get my damn head on straight again. This was just plain stupid having such intense feelings for someone I’d only known for a day. I was going to have to make a little trip to the archives to check into something. It couldn’t have been the matebond, it wasn’t supposed to happen with someone who wasn’t a Fae, and yet… something just clicked, as if we’d known each other our whole lives. That couldn’t just be a coincidence… could it?

The archives will hopefully have the answer I need. This is more than just a silly crush or an infatuation. The bond mark hasn’t shown up, though, so maybe this isn’t a soulbond. I was absorbed in my thoughts, frowning heavily as I tried to recall everything I could about how exactly the soulbond worked. It had been so long since I’d heard the stories that none of the information was coming easily to me. Damn it all, why couldn’t I remember?

Twenty minutes later, after dodging Wolffe as best as possible on the way, I was walking into the archives, coughing a little at how dusty it was in here. Rows upon rows of tall bookshelves filled the large room, while lanterns on the walls gave the room a soft, cozy feel to it despite its enormous size. The books I was looking for in particular were towards the back in a locked book cage for rare and old books, and books that contained knowledge of the lineage of every family in Noveria. I could only hope that there would be some nugget of useful information in at least one of the three books that mentioned the matebond. Any information would be better than stumbling about in the dark like I currently was.

“Let’s see… oh, here we go! Just the books I was looking for.” I stood up on tip toes and took the three books I knew would have the information I needed off the shelf, taking them over to one of the tables so I could sit and read them. “Okay… um… sha, my old Sylvarus is so damn rusty. Let’s see here…” I grumbled softly, making a face down at the pages before me. We rarely used this dialect of Sylvarus anymore, so I wasn’t quite as familiar with the wording and phrasing going on here. This phrase either meant that it was almost never heard of for a Fae to soulbond outside of our people or it was some freaky farm… sex… guide… thing. I was really hoping for the former and not the latter, otherwise I’d have to tear my own eyes out of my head because that is not knowledge of any kind that I needed.

I’m just gonna… set that one aside and try a different book. I closed the deep, faded crimson cover and slid the book aside in favor of a large, black leather bound book with these bright gold embellishments decorating the front cover. This one was thankfully easy to read, most of it written in more recent Sylvarus, though a couple of words here and there had me stopping to think about it momentarily. And yet nothing was pointing me in any sort of helpful direction, it was as if there just wasn’t any sort of information on soulbonds outside of other Fae.

“There you are darling, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What in the name of Odin are you doing here in the dusty old archives?” My mother took a seat across from me, reaching over to take the two books I’d pushed aside and look them over.

“Looking for some information on the soulbond is all. I… was curious about the process.” I murmured, keeping my gaze pinned down to the book in front of me, heart racing in my chest as I read over the short paragraph over marks left behind from the mate touching the other. I hadn’t had any marks show up, so clearly Wolffe and I weren’t mates! That was quite the relief to be quite honest, that meant these feelings I was having were just nonsensical things that would just go away after they departed! I slumped onto the table, letting out a relieved sigh, much to the amusement of my mother.

“I see, you wanted to find out what you could about your potential matebond with Commander Wolffe. That’s sweet, but don’t rely too much on those old tomes, they’re fairly outdated now.” She took the books, putting them in a stack near the edge of the table. “So we have news for you darling one. You and your uncle will be returning with the Jedi and his clones to Coruscant after the Harvest Festival is over. Your Uncle will be joining their Senate to give our people a voice along with a few representatives of the other courts that make up the Celestial Court. You will be accompanying him to learn what you can and report back what you learn. As far as they’re concerned, we’re sending you along to “broaden your horizons” so to speak, they have no idea we’re asking you to spy on them and find out all that you can about the Republic and the Separatists, as well as how they make their clones.” Mother’s golden eyes were hard, dangerously gleaming as she smiled almost too sweetly, her fangs glinting in the soft lights of the lanterns.

“I… see. Of course, I’ll do whatever I can to find out everything they know and haven’t told us about.” I bowed my head respectfully, averting my eyes from hers. She reached over and patted me on the head before departing, leaving me to sit there in my own thoughts that had quickly become troubled by her plan. I didn’t want to do anything that could hurt Wolffe and the others, but I had a duty to my people and keeping us and our secrets safe. If the Republic or Separatists knew that we could create more Fae from other races, they would either try to destroy us or use us, and I wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Son of bitch,” I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a shaky sigh. This wasn’t where I was expecting my day to be going, but at least I had the matebond cleared up, so that was something at the least. Spying though… it felt wrong and I could just feel a pit in my stomach forming the more I thought about it. “Enough of that, just put the books away and go eat, stop thinking about it.” I muttered softly, forcing myself to get up and put the books back where I’d found them so I could get out of here and grab a bite to eat. Now if I could just avoid Wolffe until I had to depart Ellodeem with them, that would certainly make things easier, or that’s what I was telling myself anyway. I had a feeling this would be a far more complicated situation than it was already turning out to be.

~*~*~

A cold wind snapped my golden skirts about my bare legs as I slipped from the palace into the dead of night, an eager grin on my face as I quickly made my way out to the town, ducking down into a side street lit up with deep purple lights that led the way to a warehouse that was tucked far off from all of the others in the Industrial province. I could already see the flashing lights that just barely penetrated the black paint covering the windows and I was eager to get in there. This was my favorite part of the year, the Festival of Ghosts which happened to fall at the same time as the Harvest Festival this year and there was always a huge party in this warehouse after all of the elder Fae went to bed, leaving us younger Fae to party hard. I strolled into the party, grinning eagerly as some of the door girls pulled me over to paint my exposed skin with glowing silver body paint in intricate designs that glowed brightly under the purple lights. This was the time of the year that I wasn’t a princess, I was just a normal twenty year old looking to have a good time.

“Dani! Here, have a drink,” Ashlyn Amaris, the Court of Dreams princess, came bouncing up to me, a grin lighting up her face as she handed me a goblet of some silvery gold liquid. “It’s kopi’rae! One of our specialties.” She looked pleased with herself when I took a sip, startled by how sweet it was, and proceeded to drain the entire goblet.

“This is amazing! I can’t even taste the alcohol! Let’s get another.” I grinned back, looping my arm through hers and walked over to the bar to order another. While we were getting drinks, one of my favorite bands came out onto the stage, the frontman a Blood Fae that had defected from his court to become a musician. I hadn’t expected them to be here tonight, so I was beyond thrilled to see them getting ready to perform.

“Cute outfit by the way, super sexy. Looking to maybe catch a certain singer’s eye?” Ashlyn joked, nudging me with her elbow. “Or is there someone else you’re hoping will be here tonight?” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully and I rolled my eyes, but laughed at her antics.

“I mean, there is someone I’m interested in, but it’s just a silly infatuation. It’s nothing serious.” I shrugged, watching the band and smiling when the vocalist laid his eyes on me, a grin tugging at his full lips. “Come on, let’s dance! I don’t want to think about men tonight, I just want to have fun.” I pounded my drink back and set the goblet on the bar, taking off to the dance floor as they launched into one of my favorite songs.

I lost myself in the music, swaying and dancing to the beat, Ashlyn and I laughing joyously as we danced. This was exactly what I needed tonight; drinks with wonderful friends and great music to help keep my mind off of everything going on. While it was only a temporary distraction, it was welcome nonetheless.

“Hey, who are they?” Ashlyn was looking over my shoulder, eyeing someone with interest, and I turned to look at who she was referring to, swearing when I saw Wolffe, Boost, and Sinker entering the building. “Wait, is one of them the person you were interested in?” She was grinning from ear to ear now when Wolffe headed towards us after Boost spotted Ashlyn and I.

“If the floor could open up and swallow me whole, I’d be grateful.” I mumbled, plastering a smile onto my face when they got closer.

“You didn’t tell me that he was your mate!” Ashlyn hissed, poking at my back a little.

“What? No, he’s not my mate.” I shot back with a scowl.

“Really? This mark back here says otherwise.” Ashlyn snapped with a smirk, poking at my back once more. “It’s absolutely beautiful, too. All the swirls and that pretty silver coloring to it, it looks so intricate.”

“Oh no. Oh fuck. The book did mention marks could develop slower sometimes. Oh no, no, no, this isn’t happening. He isn’t a Fae, he’s a clone, Ash. This is the first time this has ever happened. I didn’t even think it was possible for a Fae to have a soulbond with anyone other than another Fae.” I was gripping her arm tightly, my chest getting tight as I struggled to catch my breath. Panic was setting in at the thought of Wolffe triggering the bond and I knew as soon as I saw him frown in worry the closer he got, that he was feeling my panic. The connection had been made and nothing could break that bond now, not even death.

“I’ve been looking for you all day. You’re tough to find, princess.” He was staring hard at my club outfit, eyes roving over the very revealing gold and turquoise silken bodysuit with wide eyes.

“We need to talk later. Right now I just want to have fun, drink, and dance. This is my one night of not being a royal, just a normal girl. So either dance with me or go back to the palace.” My tongue darted out to wet my lips, the simple action making Wolffe clench his jaw for a moment, his eyes flicking from mine to my lips. When he didn’t respond, I shrugged, making to go back to the dance floor, and he grabbed my wrist gently, following after me as the band launched into the song I loved the most.

I closed my eyes as I danced, whimpering softly as Wolffe ran his hands down my bare ribs, his fingers dragging goosebumps along my exposed skin while he explored my body, pulling me close to him so our bodies pressed together. Heat blazed a trail down my spine, pooling in my stomach at his touch, the soulbond fully awakening, becoming a raging inferno that was threatening to burn me to cinders. Opening my eyes, I looked up to meet his hungry gaze, swallowing hard at the desire that was laid bare before me; now I understood what my mother had meant when she would tell me the story of how she and my father met. I could feel everything she had described, every emotion Wolffe was feeling, I felt it too. It was overwhelming, too much information far too fast, pummeling into my soul with a force that I hadn’t been prepared for.

“Wolffe.” I whispered his name, clinging to him like my life depended on it. He leaned down, one hand moving from my hips to my face, calloused thumb running over the apple of my cheek tenderly, and kissed me, leaving me reeling from the heady taste of him.

#Kat writes #Eternally Yours #Commander Wolffe x OC #Wolffe x Danica #Danica Reid #Wolffe x High Fae OC #tcw #sw: tcw #clone wars #sorry this one was a little shorter than the others

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Love is a Verb

So this was a request from anonymous for an epic blow job for Captain America. I ended up adding a bit of a song fic with it from Incubus so feel free to listen to the link.

I hope you enjoy this--IT IS VERY SMUTTY. GUARD YOUR DELICATE EYES.

**I haven’t added GIFS ...yet. I know, I’m sorry. I will do it later, please forgive me.

Words 4633 - sweet Odin

Actions were what made up Captain America's day and were what his entire life consisted of. How he acted on the information that was given to him was a constant thought they plagued the man's dreams and made him ever weary. His broad shoulder was burdened by the actions of the world and his reaction to them. How he had to fight the never-ending fight that had him stuck on the same Ferris wheel of the hopelessness as of late.

After several tumultuous months, Tony had brought in a highly sought after therapist just for the team who had been working with the soldiers and spies. For the past six months whenever they needed an unbiased ear to listen to their troubled thoughts or to just vent about who stole the remote last. To everyone's quiet wonderment there was an unspoken relief in having you at the tower. You had easily become everyone's friend, and while your door was always open, you often took to speaking with everyone in their own comfort zone.

Nat like to talk while in hand to hand combat so this worked out as you also learned some very sought after Black Widow combat techniques and were getting well toned. You were readily available for a sneak attack should Sam decide to fight you for the last slice of cheesecake.

While some would expect Clint to enjoy archery that was not the case. You could get him to talk while climbing through the lengthy crowded shafts above everyone's head. Once you had a very chill conversation about greatest fears while watching Tony view kitten youtube videos for 45 minutes, unbeknownst to his overhead spies.

Sam liked to go hang gliding, and while you hated heights, you knew it calmed him. He let his defense mechanism of comedy go and just talked about his best friend and Afganistan, just letting go high in the air.

Bucky likes to go for motorcycle rides and long walks through Brooklyn. While he was hard at first, he was easy once you got through. Now you couldn't get him to shut up, especially now that he was dating and the charm was shining through. James Buchanan Barnes was your biggest fan and would sing your praises to every corner of the tower.

Tony loved the lab and showing off. You enjoyed tinkering with him, and he would loosen up and tell you his fear of Pepper and fatherhood while building a fireproof crib to your laughter. He was happy to have you join the team for the sheer fact that he had to replace less broken tech from the team's tantrums and squabbles.

Bruce was the quiet one but he loved to just read to you in the lab, and while reading philosophy or the latest of science weekly, he would talk about Nat and how he didn't know how to open up to her. His greatest fear was intimacy and not the big green guy. He was terrified of Nat, sweet man.

Wanda loved to watch the stars and talk about life and Pietro. She would talk about anything and everything once she trusted you. She and Bucky were your closest friends, to be honest, and while they were the two hardest to get to trust you, they were the most rewarding. You treasured them like extraordinary jewels.

Now Steve was a whole separate obstacle for you. You found that he enjoyed hikes, motorcycle rides and walks with you. Getting him to unwind and talk with you was the most significant hindrance and still is ever present. You have found him to be the tensest person and you knew that he need only to allow someone to help share said burden with. As of lately, you had discovered that you wanted to help alleviate some of that for him.

So now has come the conundrum of the doctor-patient bullshit and the fact that you would break his trust entirely if you hit on him. What would make it even more humiliating and awkward for him is how he would feel if he didn't see you that way and you were still his doctor. You could go round and round on this merry-go-round and never stop.

So as you sit with Tony and the team in the briefing room as he discusses the final plans for the evening party, you were immersed in thoughts of Steve. Figuring out how to push down your emotions of the Captain in question and how to help him let go. You knew that the best way was to get him to date like Bucky, find a girl that could get him to relax. Jealousy is a bitch though, no matter how good of a therapist you were. You needed someone to talk to, now you just had to figure out who.

It came down to Bucky or Wanda. Wanda had zero experience and wasn't really close to Steve, so you voted on Bucky. Till the end of the line, you knew that he wouldn't steer you wrong and risk causing either of you harm.

"Great! Well now that most of you have done nothing to listen to a damn word that I have said, you are dismissed. Just make sure that you are dressed to impressed and there on time. No excuses. For the love of God, don't mope Rogers! You're making my stomach curdle." He pointed at a very glum Steve and you heart clenched knowing that his mind was probably on the next mission rather than hanging out with all of you and drinking.

You HAD to get through to him.

As you all filed out, you ran up to Bucky and linked arms. His brows shot up, and he smirked down at you. "Somethin' I can help you with, dollface?" You nodded and looked around. "Actually, yea. Can we talk in private?" He nodded and led you to the elevator pressing his floor number.

What you didn't see was the frown on Steve's face, and his hands ball up in frustration as he witnessed the exchange. "Told ya' you should've acted faster, Capcicle. Old Brick-House-Barnes must've already dropped the charms on the good ol' doctor."

Steve huffed at Tony's offensive remark. "Shut the hell up, Tony." He stormed off down the hallway with Tony smirking against the wall. "If anyone needs me. I'll be in the gym!" Tony mutter profanities under his breath. "Try not to bust allll the punching bags, Cap."

As you stood in the middle of Bucky's room, he found a seat on his sofa and patted the spot next to him. "C'mere. Talk to me?"

Your composure was solemn because you took your job seriously, but you also knew had a walking lady boner for Steve Rogers. Hell, you were in love with him! His sessions felt more like dates, and you indeed had fallen for the beautiful, brooding soldier.

"Well?" Bucky snapped you back to the present, and your confession came out like an express train to sin-town.

"I'm in love with my patient. I'm in love with Steve, and I don't know what to do. I know the best thing for him, in my clinical opinion for lack of better phrasing is to get laid. He needs what you did, a woman. He needs a partner and someone to share his life with. Someone to get him to loosen up. Well, you get women. He needs a woman. Singular." Bucky just laughed.

"Is that because you would bitch slap the procession of women lining up to be his cockslut?" You slapped his metal arm, instantly regretting it when the pain shot through your hand. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He grabbed the pained appendage, kissing it and smirking while doing so.

"Why are you telling me this and not him?" You leaned back on the plush sofa, closing your eyes. "You know why, he's my patient."

"So what? No one here care's. Take him out of your files and tell him to strip and fuck him." Your eyes went wide. Gone was the timid Winter/Bucky you first started treating. Now was the foul-mouthed Casanova that had you laughing from his sexual endeavors. He came to you gaping when he got his first blowjob after seventy years, and you've been best friends ever since, laughing at all the shit he shares.

"Are you kidding me. I would scare him off?" Bucky just rolled his eyes and looked at you earnestly. "Can I talk you, seriously?" You shook your head quickly and earnestly. "With therapy and your sessions, Steve is..well he's maintained. He's..not going to tell you everything because it's you."

Your brows pinched together. "But I'm his therapist." Bucky laughed and scoffed at your statement. "Yea, well your hot. We all could tell when Steve saw you the first time that he ...took a..ah fuck it. He was incredibly attracted to you. I hadn't seen him that flustered since he met Peggy. Anyways, all of us knew you were off limits even if we did want to take you on a date, ain't gonna happen. So therapy for us has been easy."

You nodded your head as you realized why it's been so troublesome to get through to him and get to progress like the others, while the sessions felt more like dates. He can't relax with you because he's attracted to you and can't turn it off, because he turned on. While part of you was elated at the revelation, the other part was melancholy. You wanted to help him, and now you felt like it was all lost.

Bucky saw it all on your face and sighed. "He wants you, but he doesn't think you see him that way. You're the best thing for him, we all see it. He needs someone to tell him what to do, make the easy decisions for him so he can make the hard ones for us." You nodded your head and kissed Bucky's cheek.

You got up and walked out while he stood up and called your name. "What are you doing, doll."

"Oh, nothing. Just going to get ready for tonight. I've got a Captain to seduce." He barked out a laugh as you hurried to your room to get ready for the evening.

You walked into the massive room with a sashay and confidence, but underneath you were a ball of wirey nerves. You had to pull a front and seduce THE Captain America, and you planned to tease him, then ...well that was as far as you got. You knew to beg would play a part, you just were praying that it was him and not you.

You saw Steve talking to Bucky and Wanda in the corner ignoring all of the wandering female eyes and telling your possessiveness to shut the hell up as you walked over.

Bucky was the first to see you, and you could get nearly hear him gulp as he took in your frame and dress. "Holy shit, dollface. You look ravishing. Doesn't she Stevie?" Steve looked over at you, and you saw his hand shake and heard his beer bottle crack under pressure.

"Y-yea, doll. Did you bring a date?" You coyly smiled and saw Bucky cough to cover his laugh as he asked Wanda to dance. "No date. Sadly no one asked me." He blushed and looked down at his feet, blushing. "Out of all of these soldiers, not one of you gentlemen asked me." You took the beer, that had thankful not broken under his manhandling, and took a drink from it.

"Well, chivalry isn't all dead. C-can I ask for a dance?" You smirked into the bottle and sat it down. "That's the best invitation I've had all night." He couldn't stop the smile that graced his beautiful face as he took your hand and led you to the floor.

Incubus came on with vocal serenading you two, urging your bodies closer.

LINK

This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter in full-blown Technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight

If the world would fall apart In a fiction-worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that you're here

Yeah, love is a verb Here in my room Here in my room Here in my room Yeah, love is a verb Here in my room

You enter and close the door behind you Now show me the world as seen from the stars If only the lights would dim a little I'm wary of eyes upon my scars

If the world would fall apart In a fiction-worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that you're here

Yeah, love is a verb Here in my room

Pink tractor beam into your incision

Head spinning as free as Dervishs' Whirl

I came here expecting next to nothing

So, thank you for being that kind of girl Kind of girl

Like the cavalier man he was, he kept distance between you two, but you were no lady. Not tonight. You closed the gap, and his facial features showed the shock that your movements had on him. Your arm slithered up his muscular shoulders with fingers intertwining and mussing his perfectly coiffed hair. "Don't worry, Cap. You won't break me." He cleared his throat as his large hand encompassed the majority of the skin on your back. His head was lowered, and you could feel his warm breath on your ear, deep and steady like he was sincerely focused on it.

"You do look beautiful tonight. Everyone is looking at you." His voice was deep, with the jealousy that you felt when other woman looked at him looming underneath the calm facade.

"I didn't dress up for them." Your fingers scratched his scalp, and you could feel the low rumble through his chest and longed to hear it instead. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Nat came over pulling your two towards the bar for shots. He bit his lip and rolled his eyes.

You grabbed his hand instead of leaving him, and he smiled, looking at your intwining fingers and following you. His thoughts thinking that he would follow you anywhere, he was just too chicken shit to say it. He was always too scared to say anything to you. Save the world, sure. Ask you out, never.

As you pushed him into the bar stool, he found you settling between his muscular thighs and his eyes went wide. He looked around and saw Sam and Bucky smiling at him from ear to ear with thumbs held high. Was this the night? Could he do it? What if you said no? He wanted to high five the goofy ass smirks off the assholes faces but was brought back to you, so close to him.

Here you were nestled between his legs with his tailored suit surrounding you. He felt his cock twitch when you turned around with two shots in hand, one for you and one for him. The realization that you indeed turned him on was giving you a high that you could feel through your veins, you needed more.

You handed him the shot, noticing his eyes were lust blown already, and you had barely touched him. It made your breathing pick up marking that he was already a bit hard in the darkened edge of the bar. You were fortunate that you grabbed the end seat, as it was the only one and offered some privacy.

"To Steve Rogers losing up a bit." He smiled and took the shot, following you. Both hands remained on his tasty thighs as the team continued to talk amongst themselves and you decided to make small talk and touch him, nonchalantly. Play a bit and test his resolve.

"I was thinking of maybe going for a bike ride this weekend." His face turned into a bit of a scowl, and it left you wondering what for. The nails on your right hand scratching the fabric on his suit, causing his eyes to find yours. You knew the emotions in them, jealousy. "Bucky taking you?" There it was.

"Why would you assume that?" You pressed into him further, and his hands gripped your waist. Goodbye panties.

"After the meeting, you went to his room, yet here you are with me. I'm confused?" You smirked deviously and ran your hands further up his legs to the gathered fabric closer to his hips, and he moaned at full attention.

"I had to ask for advice, Bucky and I are simply friends, nothing more." You leaned into his ear and wrapped your arms around his neck. "See I was hoping that a different super soldier would take me on a ride." You pulled back to take a look at him were pleasantly surprised to see him slightly wrecked.

"W-Will you go with me then?" You narrowed your eyes and bit your lip. "Say it with confidence, soldier." His breath hitched and his brows arched at you. "Go with me." His voice was low, and it sent chills down your spine. "Better."

"What are you playing at, doll." You shrugged slightly at him closing some of the gap separating the two of you. Your faces so close you were almost touching. "Perhaps, I'm just wanting to see what the real Steve Rogers has been concealing from me." His eyes widened as he looked around the room and then back at you. You leaned forward and nipped on his lower lip, teasing him and then moaning a bit. Low enough only his ears could pick it up. "Delicious." Without a word you walked away from him, making your way to the elevator.

As Steve saw you leave him, the warmth was replaced with coldness. He instantly wanted to return it, but he didn't know if he should. Should he go after you, what right did he have? He was scared if you only wanted him for a one night fling. Fuck? Bucky walked over quickly and slammed his drink down, startling Steve.

"What the fuck, pal? That dame is the best-looking one here. Including my date. Now you've been pining after her since you met and she wants you. Go get your girl, man. Or I will dick punch you so hard for passing that up. Fucking hell man, I'm hard just from watching that exchange, and she's my best friend. I mean fuck! I feel like I either need a shower or need to get laid. I have mixed feelings here, pal." That was all he needed for a pep talk, the soldier stood up and walked with semi confidence after you to the elevator just before it closed.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't follow." He smiled and looked to his perfectly shiny shoes. "I'd be a damned fool not to." Your laugh echoed off the walls as you turned to face him. "Well, that can be argued to this point, anyway." Each small step you took to him, he made a step further back until he was pressed against the mirrored wall.

"Do I make you nervous?" His swallow was audible, and you smirked to yourself as you could see his body tense. You couldn't wait to see how tight you could wind him until he snapped before you. Your body was tingling at the thought of the things you could make him do.

You reached up to his bow tie and untied it as he looked to the ceiling, unable to make eye contact with you. "Tell me Steve, how many women have you been with?" He looked down at you, and his face was several shades of crimson.

"S-shit. Doll. I-Um." You began to unbutton his shirt, and he kept looking at you. "Tell me." He bit his full lip so hard that you thought it could bleed. "I-I was with Peggy. Twice." You heart grieved for him, to be a centenarian soldier and to have such a limited experience, no dating. No wonder he was all business and no pleasure.

The bell dinged on his floor and without another word you took his hand and led him to the couch. "Sit." He did as you said while you pulled up your dress showing your thighs and straddling his thick legs. His breathing was picking up and his chest heaving. How he could be this massive, sexy, soldier that saved the world and led armies, look so innocent while you were sitting atop him? Your heart was a flutter, and your skin was begging to be touched, but his hands lay dormant on the couch, afraid to hold you.

You knew you would have to take control, so you pushed off his jacket and finished with his shirt. "Is this ok, Steve?" He nodded as he watched your delicate fingers undress him. "You need to use your words, handsome."

"Yes, doll." You took his jaw in your hand and moved his face so you could lay kisses on his jaw towards his lips. "Fuck, dollface." His voice was low and desperate and caused you to grind against his hardened cock. "I think we need a safe word for you, soldier." He moaned at the statement, and you smiled at his bodies response to you.

"Say green for good, red for stop and yellow for slow down. Yea?" He agreed verbally. "Now, I want you to kiss me." He looked at you with those blue eyes that gazed through you. "Hard or soft?" Now you were getting somewhere. "How would you like to kiss me, Steve?" He smiled boyishly at you and lent in, threading his hands through your hair and drawing you in. The kiss started off slow then became more intense, your fingers tugged on his hair harshly, and he whined into the embrace.

He pulled away breathless with his forehead touching yours, his fingers digging into your hips. "Color?" He laughed and shook his head. "Green, definitely green."

You smiled as you kissed down his muscular chest wiggled between his legs. When you took a glance at him, he was white knuckling the couch. You took his belt in your hands and watched his face as you undid it. "Do you want me, Steve?" He looked down and then with more confidence back up to your face.

"More than you know, Y/N." You palmed his cock through his pants, and his head fell back on the couch. "I want you to know that you can use your words with me and you can put your hands on me. You have no idea how often I've thought about it late at night. Touching myself." He let out a growl to your words and as your hands worked him over and freed him from his confines. “Does that turn you on? Knowing that it’s you, I think about when I make myself cum.”

“Fuck yes, baby.” You let out a whimper when you saw just how large he was when fully aroused. For a moment you just admired him, and he was unsure if you were left wanting. "I-I-is? Am I ok. ..enough for you?" His was was husky with lust but laced with worry.

You looked up at him and licked your lips. "Oh baby, you're pure perfection." You settled in just right between his naked thighs and ran your nails up and down his chest and looked at his eyes at you kitten licked the precum off his tip. "Oh, doll you don't have to -to do that--ah fuck." You tried not to laugh at his nearly pained expression. He was so conflicted. He wanted to be the perfect gentleman, and in his mind, he wasn’t sure that you wanted this. You could finally read him like a book, so fully exposed like this. You swirled you're tongued over the wet head, and his let out a strangled moan.

"You pretty mouth shouldn't be on my cock, doll. Please don't." You licked up the shaft and put your hand on his balls before asking his color, and he grunted out green. He gently pushed the hair out of your face and over your shoulder as he saw you take his behemoth cock into your mouth as far as you could with your hand gripping the remainder, so no part was left untouched.

"Oh, shit doll. You are so beautiful. Too beautiful for me. Your pretty little mouth taking me so perfectly. Shit, I can't." He was trying not to move and adjust himself too much while you steadily bobbed your head, but then it occurred to you what he was struggling with.

You backed away, and he whimpered. "Stand up, Captain." He was confused but did as you asked without questio9n. "Do you like my mouth on your cock?" He nodded. "Words!"

"Yes, doll. Fuck you know I do. I love it, so warm and perfect." You smiled as you ran your hands up and down his chest. "Good." You unzipped your dress and let it fall revealing your naked body to him, and he muttered a string of profanities that would make Tony blush and Deadpool give him a high-five.

"What are you doing to me, woman." You laughed at his question. "It’s what I want you to do to me." You used his strong forearms to brace yourself as you slowly lower yourself before him, wearing your stilettos just for show. "I want you to use me. Fuck my mouth." He shook his head. "I-I can't do that, love."

You began pumping his cock slow and steady, teasing him as his fought control. "I want you to, Captain." You were using his title to help condition him, to help him find a way to be able to relax with that role and also with you. His hands were in fists at his side, and you took them and led them to your hair.

"This is about give and take baby. I want to give this to you because I get off on it too. I love being able to see you come undone and wreck you. We both want this. What's your color?" He closed his eyes before firmly saying green.

He thrust his cock in your mouth slowly and timid at first, afraid he was going to hurt you, but when he heard you moan and felt it run through his sensitive member, he was a goner. He picked up speed with his grip on your hair tightening, his confidence building.

Your fingers and nails dug into his plump ass, making marks that you were hoping to admire later. "Shit, doll. If your pussy feels anything like this, I ain't ever leaving this floor."

His thrusts became faster, and all you could hear was grunts, and when he felt your hands return to his balls and run up his shaft, he became much more vocal to your delight.

"Ah yes, doll. Right there. Ah, fuck. This mouth and that pussy are mine. Ya, hear me? You're mine!" Two more thrusts into your mouth.

"I'm gonna claim you after I'm done fucking your mouth. Gonna lay you down and fuck that pussy. The whole tower is gonna hear you scream my name." Three more sloppy thrusts. "You gonna scream for your Captain, dollface?"

You gagged as he made his last thrust and deepthroated ribbons of hot cum down your throat. Your name a prayer repeated off his tongue.

He pulled you up into his arms while both of you were breathless and silently carried you to his room. As you lay there nestled in his bed, with his perfect scent surrounding you, he got you cold water and calmly laid next to you.

You curled up into his side wondering what he thought but were afraid to ask. You took the plunge knowing the silence was deafening.

"Color?" He kissed your head but left his face buried in your hair. "Bright Green." He tilted your face up to his. "I need to know what I am to you though. I mean this was fucking amazing, and I never expected it. I’m just not very...knowledgeable on the times and forgive me but what is it that you want with me." He was so vulnerable and the night's activities up till now to him were surface level and purely sexual. He needed answers and that you were willing to give.

“You were never my patient if that's what you're wondering. I felt like whatever we had was something....different more complex. Whenever I went out with you, it felt more like a date and then I found myself hoping that it was. Bucky told me to act on it, so I did. What am I to you, Steve?"

He rolled you over, so he lay slightly atop your frame, careful not you crush you. "You are everything that I want to be. Sociable, fun, carefree, sexy, fuck are you sexy." He laughed and kissed your neck. "I-I love you. I have since our first excursion, and I would very much like to go on a real date with you, and I would also like to have every sexual experience that I can.... with you."

Your eyes widened at how honest he was being, how relaxed he was in your arms right now. He was just Steve Rogers. "So you are finally comfortable with me?" You squeaked it out, and he smiled from ear to ear at your honest enthusiasm. "Well, considering had my first blow job and blew my load down your throat, yeah. I'm pretty fucking comfy. What else can we try?"

You started giggling at the naughty words that just spilled out of the all American hero. Whatever you had broken you were glad you had done it. "Well, Cap. I'm all for you using that exercising that pretty little mouth of yours this time and then fucking me into this mattress. Whatya say, soldier?"

He bit you shoulder playfully then licked it. "I'd say you keep talking like that and you've got a deal, dollface."

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Cries Of Thunder

Chapter Two

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In the end, they picked up Wilson as well. Sam had worked as a counsellor for the VA, Steve reminded them, and was the only one from this world, in this era who may be able to shed light on the thoughts of a woman in her position.

Bucky had grumbled a little, Sam had grumbled back, but when the heavily pregnant Nancy had rushed by, glowing and giggling about her day off, and how Pepper had convinced Fallon to take her position when her child was born, everyone knew they needed to talk this out.

If Fallon would working within the halls of Avenger central - though mostly in Pepper's division for Stark - no one wanted to be responsible for scaring her or doing something which could be triggering.

When Tony caught wind of the impromptu gathering, he’d arrived ready to party only to sigh and sit heavily down between Steve and Thor. “You shouldn't be discussing her like this. She’s not just some dame.”

“We don't think that either, Tony,” Sam said diplomatically. “But both Steve and Bucky have watched her tense and move away when they get too close. She's done it with me. With Clint. I think we all know she's had a tough go of it, and that some asshole hit her in the past. If she's gonna be working for Pepper, no one wants to upset her further by making her uncomfortable.”

Again Tony sighed. “She convinced her then?”

Friday spoke suddenly. “Boss, Miss Potts and Miss Smith are leaving for the day to go shopping. Miss Potts asked me to remind you to stay out of trouble.”

The men around the room chuckled while Tony glared at his watch. “It's ten in the morning!”

“And we’re sitting around drinking,” Thor smirked. “We are hardly ones to judge them for ducking out early.”

“Can you tell us what happened with Fallon, Tony?” Steve asked, steering the conversation back on point.

Tony sighed and sat back, crossing his arms and one leg over the other. A defensive position, one Thor knew the man assumed when he was uncomfortable with the conversation.

“Fallon and Pepper went to University together. They were sorority sisters though they lost touch with each other over the years. Nine months ago out of the blue, Fallon called Pepper up. I guess she’d seen Pep and me on TV at some gala or something in California and reached out. She needed help to get away from her husband and knew Pepper would believe her.” Tony thrust to his feet, went to the bar, and poured half a glass of scotch.

“How bad was it, Stark?” Bucky asked.

“He’d beaten her so badly she could barely answer the door when we showed up.”

“Shit!” Sam hissed.

Tony threw back half his drink. “I’ve seen a lot of terrible things. Horrible things. That was one to the worst.”

“Why the hell didn’t she call the cops?” Steve demanded.

“Because of who her ex is.”

“Who?” Thor growled.

“Easy, big fella. Your sparkles are jumping,” Tony muttered, eyeing the ripples of lightning running along Thor’s hands. “She was married to Jay Ivanov. No, not even married. He’d tricked her into believing they were married, kept her isolated and under guard for her protection, and beat the living hell out of her at every opportunity.”

Sam let loose another string of swears, the Captain and Barnes both scowled, but Thor only frowned. “Who is Jay Ivanov?”

“Publicly, he’s the only one of the Ivanov family to ever - allegedly - go straight. He’s a high powered lawyer, big time into politics, and friends with more powerful people than the President. Privately, he’s as dirty as the rest of his family. The sick sadist kept Fallon like a prisoner. His men turned a blind eye, and the one time she tried to go to the police, they called him to come and get her.”

“Jesus,” Steve hissed, shoving to his feet to join Stark and pour something stronger than the beer he’d been drinking.

When the bottle of Asgardian brandy appeared in Steve’s hand from beneath the bar, Thor’s heart gave a painful thump. Never again would they harvest the grapes to makes such a beverage.

Asgard was no more, and his people lived in a state of confusion, their future uncertain. So far, he’d been able to see them granted refugee status through the United Nations. The people of Midgard had been welcoming, and the people of Norway had opened their land to the beings they'd once worshiped with a welcoming embrace, but he still worried.

What if they changed their minds? What if one day in the future the people of Earth decided they no longer wanted Aliens on their planet? Tolerance was not a Midgardian strength. Neither was patience.

When the countries of the United Nations began clamouring for a look at the Sakaaran vessel, as well as what Asgardian technology they’d managed to bring with them, he’d resisted. Thor knew all too well what the people of Earth were capable of when they got their hands on technology they were not ready for.

In light of this, he’d put the ship under guard, but when people continued to try and sneak onto it, he’d asked Loki to cloak it instead. Though his brother complained, Loki had agreed with him and done what was needed.

Loki was another sticking point for the humans, but the two of them had had time on the eighteen-month-long voyage to Earth to sit down, talk, and clear the air between them. Loki’s hurt over Odin’s deceptions, over Thor’s own mistreatment of him, had festered and led him down the path to destruction. But in his heart, Loki was still Thor’s only brother. They’d made amends and formed a new pact between them. What they'd had to do to defeat Hela had bound them together. They were it. The last remaining sons of Odin and their people needed them both.

While Thor remained the public face of Asgard, Loki worked behind the scenes with their people. After all, he’d ruled Asgard for some years in his guise as Odin, and their people had prospered internally, though others of the realm had floundered. Combining their knowledge and abilities would only benefit their people in the future.

However, the humans saw Loki as a war criminal. They wanted him arrested and thrown in jail. But what prison would hold the God of Mischief if he wished to be free? None on Midgard. Instead, they’d bargained.

Dr. Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, whom Loki called no better than a charleton playing at the cosmos, was tasked with seeing Loki didn’t venture from their new land in Norway unless it was to arrive at the Tower in New York.

Now, Thor knew if Loki wished it he could go where he damn well pleased without Strange or anyone else being the wiser. After all, he’d fooled Heimdall’s eyes, but for his part, Loki was abiding by the restrictions placed upon him.

But Thor spent as much time as he could away from the sad, scared eyes of what was left of the Asgardians. He’d been a failure as their King. He’d failed to protect his father. He'd failed to protect his friends. He’d failed to protect his people. He’d failed to protect Asgard. He’d even failed to defeat Hela. Only unleashing Sutra on Asgard and bringing about Ragnarok had accomplished that feat.

What kind of King was he to abandon everything? What kind of leader was he? He’d spent more years running through the realms fighting than he had bearing the mantle of his responsibilities. He should have been there, ruling under his Father’s watchful eye instead of letting Odin waste away in a home not his own.

He was a failure as a King and a failure as a son and a failure as a brother. He’d let everyone down.

“How’d you get her out?” Bucky asked, breaking Thor out of his depressing thoughts.

“Ivanov was out of town on business, leaving her alone with only a handful of guards. Friday hacked their security. A few well-placed gas pellets later we were in and getting her out. Then it was doctors, and physical therapy, and making sure he’d never find her. We went through lawyers. Subsidiaries. Routed money through so many offshore accounts even Friday was confused-”

“I was not,” the AI denied.

“-so they couldn’t trace any trail back to Stark Industries. No one knew of Fallon’s connection to Pep, and no one will. When she filed for divorce was when she found out their marriage wasn't officiated. She owned nothing. He’d held her like a prisoner for years, and she was owed nothing!” Stark’s fist slammed onto the bar top. “We brought up the abuse, showed the evidence to his lawyers, and he laughed. Said she fell down a flight of stairs because she was clumsy. He pushed her down a flight of stairs! Pushed! Her word against his, they said, and with his connections and the fact for years he’d been spreading the rumour his wife was unstable, suicidal, and had moments of mania, we knew he’d get away with it. So Fallon called a stop to everything. All she wanted was a chance to start over. We got her that, hid them away, and made sure she was safe.”

“Them?” Steve asked.

“She’s got kids.”

“Christ!” Bucky snarled. “Didn’t he protest? Just to mess with her?”

“He can’t,” Tony smirked over the rim of his glass. “According to Ivanko, they never had children. He's said so publicly many times. Fallon was never meant to see the light of day after he got his hooks in her. He used those kids as leverage to keep her quiet.” The smile faded slowly from his face. “He beat her so badly when she was pregnant with the twins; they were born four weeks early. She’s one of the strongest women I’ve ever met, and she’s just starting to get her feet under her. Ease into it with Fallon. If she’s Pep’s new assistant, you’ll all have to interact with her. Just… go easy. I find she’s more comfortable with me if I sit. Pepper said he was a loomer.”

“I do not know what that means,” Thor murmured, his heart aching for the woman who’d been through so much.

“Stand over her threateningly,” Steve explained. “Anything else?”

“Soft voice. Calm movements. Do not try and touch her. She does better if there is a piece of furniture between you and her.” Tony threw back the rest of his drink. “She doesn’t trust men.”

“An understandable reaction to what was likely a lot of years of hell,” Sam murmured.

“She seemed fine with the one at reception,” Thor grumbled, wondering what the difference was.

“Kenneth is as gay as Elton John and as non-threatening as a kitten,” Sam chuckled. “Not surprised they get along. He’d be safe to her. No sexual interest. The rest of us are question marks she needs help figuring out.”

“So let’s help her figure it out,” Steve said, handing a short glass of the Asgardian brandy to Bucky before holding out the third to Thor.

It was like a taste of home when it warmed his throat and brought an unshed tear to Thor’s eye.

***

Fallon ran her hand down the front of her tan tartan dress. Yes, she was fussing. Yes, she knew it would do little to hide the excess weight she carried around her middle, but she did it anyway.

The dress had been one Pepper had forced her into, but Fallon couldn't fault her eye for design. The pattern was subtle, the cut professional and flattering with the thin red belt and way the fabric draped across her waist. She even liked the flower at the collar, though the twins had both tried to grab and rip it off. It had taken every ounce of confidence to blowout and curl her hair, leaving it down for the first time in months, only to lose her nerve and twist it into her standard bun.

Jay had liked to use it against her-

She slammed the mental door on that memory and purposely added a touch more makeup before stepping into nude pumps.

Pepper had been ruthless in their shopping, forcing Fallon into store after store, only for Fallon to break down in the dressing room of the fifth one.

Nothing fit. Nothing ever fit. No one made clothing for a woman like her. It was the other reason Fallon's suits fit so poorly. They were the best she could do.

Of course, Pepper had been devastated for making Fallon feel bad, and angry at the stores she frequented for discriminating against fuller figured women. She'd apologized profusely, but it wasn't Pepper's fault she could walk in any store and buy clothing off the rack.

Fallon was grateful when she found yoga pants at Walmart that fit. It wasn't like she was looking to be the next great fashion icon; but Pepper insisted there had to be something, or someone, who made clothes for women who had, as Pepper put it, “perfectly normal bodies”. She'd had children and fought a battle Pepper couldn't even begin to imagine. If Fallon had scars and cellulite and stretch marks, each one was earned fighting for her babies.

Another round of tears ensued as well as a hearty Google search headed up by Friday, who eventually found places like Lafayette 148, Mynt 1792, and Lane Bryant, all designed for women of multiple shapes and sizes.

The rest of the afternoon had been a whirlwind of fittings and shopping the likes of which Fallon hadn't enjoyed since she'd been a size four back in Uni. The sales people were wonderful, the clothing fit or was easily tailored, and for the first time in a long time, Fallon had looked in the mirror and seen someone close to who she'd once been.

Pepper had paid for everything, insisting it had come out of Fallon's clothing allowance, but as Fallon had seen a few of the price tags on her new clothes, she was pretty sure Pepper had lied about the clothing allowance in order to see Fallon kitted out in a new wardrobe.

Lord knew the woman liked to spoil Fallon's kids with toys and clothes. Aunt Pepper never arrived without a present in hand. The twins were happy to play with anyone who paid attention to them, but Dylan adored Pepper and Tony. He wasn't old enough to remember the abuse of the man who'd been his father, but Fallon would never forget the night he'd walked into her son's room with the knife and stood over the sleeping boy.

“It would be so easy to slit his throat. His. Theirs.” He glared at the twins in their crib, “Yours.” He'd stared at her with soulless black eyes.

She'd known right then their days were numbered and the clock was winding down.

Fallon gave herself one last look in the mirror and nodded. No, this was not the woman she had always thought she'd be, but maybe Pepper was right. Surviving wasn't living, and if she never moved forward, never moved on, Jay still won. She would remain the broken woman he'd made her. Crushed and defeated.

She didn't want to be that person anymore; scared of her own shadow.

Slipping the gold bracelet over her wrist, the one Pepper and Tony had given her for her birthday, Fallon decided today would be the first step down the road to the rest of her life.

Of course, first steps were never smooth, and when she walked out of the bedroom to find Dylan had poured out an entire gallon of milk on the kitchen floor and Corbin and Emma were sitting in it splashing gleefully, she knew today would be no exception.

***

“I'm so sorry, Pepper!” Fallon said as she rushed into Pepper's office ten minutes late with a garment bag over her arm, her purse clutched under it, a pastry box in one hand and takeout tray with three cups in the other. “I swear it won't happen again.”

“Fallon.” Pepper smiled and shook her head. “I told you on the phone it was fine. If I walked out into a three toddler milk mess, I probably would have just called in sick.”

Nancy waddled closer and plucked the pastries from her fingers. “I hate you for these, and I love you for these. Get yourself settled, Fallon, and we'll get started in a few minutes.

“Here, Nancy. I got you that tea you like.” Fallon plucked the cup from the tray and held it out, causing her load to shift and her purse to slide out from under her arm. Resigned to picking up a mess, Fallon frowned when the resounding splat didn't occur.

Nancy smiled at someone behind Fallon while she took her tea. “Fast hands as always, Captain.”

Terror tore up her spine. Fallon stiffened and clamped her eyes shut for a moment before forcing all her muscles to relax one by one. Slowly she turned to face him and was grateful when Pepper took the tray from her shaking hand.

Less than a foot from her stood Steve Rogers, America’s Golden Son. “Ma'am,” he smiled, boyish and sweet. A little crooked, kind of like his nose.

Huh… She'd never noticed that before and wondered when he'd broken it. It had to be pre-serum. It wouldn't have stayed crooked otherwise. Her gaze shifted to his bright blue eyes and found concerned and a little confusion.

“Oh!” She'd been staring intently for lord knew how long and blushed to the roots of her hair. “Y-yes. Thank you, Cap- Captain.”

“See something you like, Fallon?” Pepper teased, not helping the deep red radiating heat from Fallon's face.

She took her purse and held it against her middle. “I-I… nose crooked!” she squeaked.

Steve chuckled. “Yeah. Throws people sometimes. They forget I was a little guy who had a propensity toward fighting.” He made to cross his arms, then seemed to decide against it and tucked his hands in his pockets, hunching over a little as he did.

It made him look - somehow - shy and vulnerable. A few more of Fallon's muscles relaxed. “I… kind of thought pre-serum or it wouldn't have stayed crooked.”

His grin widened. “Look at you go. I'll see Tony gets on those reports, Pep. Fallon, have a great first day.”

“Thank you!” Fallon beamed, proud of herself for not feeling the need to run and cower.

Nancy giggled once he was gone. “Don't worry, Fallon. It gets easier the longer you're around them.”

She headed out the door, Fallon and Pepper watching her go. “She… thought I was starstruck.”

“A lot of people are when they first meet Steve.” Pepper squeezed Fallon's hand. “I'm so proud of you!”

A new blush filled Fallon's face. “You were right yesterday. Surviving isn't living. I need to live in order to give my babies a good life. That includes not fleeing the room when a guy walks into it. And he was nice.”

“Steve is very nice,” Pepper said with a smile. “You'll see. Now.” She frowned at the garment bag over Fallon’s arm. “What’s that?”

She handed it to Pepper and tossed her purse on a nearby chair before tugging on the tie belt of her new - stylish - trench coat. “I figured I would be less likely to need to change clothes a third time if I just brought them with me.”

When Fallon pulled the coat open, Pepper gave a horrified gasp. “Oh, my god, Fallon! You could have taken the time to change at home!”

“With my luck,” she grumbled looking down on the soggy flower and stain splattered front of her new dress, “I would have changed only to have someone spit up on me. You know how Emma is.”

“Still with the acid reflux?” Pepper frowned making her way toward a panel inset in the wall and nearly invisible. She gave it a push, popping open the door that led into her personal washroom.

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem to matter what I try. The doctor figures she’ll grow out of it, I just don’t know when. And she got her chubby little hands on that,” Fallon pointed at her hair, “And made a complete mess of it.”

“Fallon, you’re hair is gorgeous. Just wear it down.”

Panic flared hot and acidic in her stomach. “I… I… can’t.”

Pepper stopped and looked at her. “Don’t let him win, Fallon.”

“Pep…”

“You did amazing with Steve, sweety. Take another step.”

Fallon squeezed her eyes closed. “It’s just… he used to use it as a weapon against me, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t bring myself to cut it.”

Pepper grabbed her hand and hung on tight. “I know. I know, Fallon. I remember you talking about your mom.”

“Hers was so beautiful,” Fallon smiled, sniffling a little to keep from crying. The welling of Pepper’s eyes had Fallon’s burning. “If you cry, Pepper, I’ll cry, and if I do that today, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”

“Right.” Pepper cleared her voice and fanned her face. “Go change. Use whatever of my stuff you need to, but I hope…” She reached up and gently pulled the last of the pins from Fallon’s hair, sending it tumbling to her waist. “I hope you leave this down. It really is something else, Sugar Bird.”

“Don’t start, Hot Tamale,” Fallon snickered when Pepper squawked a sound entirely at odds with her high powered executive look.

“Do not tell Tony about that! I will never live it down!” she cried as the door shut behind Fallon.

Giggling like a madwoman, Fallon quickly stripped out of her dress, sighing sadly at its state. It had taken an hour to pick out what she’d wanted to wear today. Insecurities and body image issues making her doubt herself until finally deciding on the pretty tan plaid. Then her entire morning had shot to hell, sending her scrambling through the closet in a panic, grabbing whatever was closest and would work with the nude shoes she had no time to change.

But once she was in it, she remembered why the deep red dress had made the cut. It was comfortable, the fabric soft against her skin. It had a cute little rounded collar which framed the v-neck, three quarter length sleeves, and a flowing A-line skirt which fell just below her knees. It was adorable and made looking at herself in the mirror easier. And when she used the wide bristle brush she found in the drawer beside the sink, it made her hair fall in curls and twists around her.

She couldn’t believe how much she looked like her mother. “Mama,” she whispered, awed by the woman in the mirror. There were no pictures anymore. Nothing left from her family. Jay had seen to that. He’d taken it all away, but staring back at her in the mirror, she found a face so similar to her mother’s Fallon gasped a ragged little breath.

“Fallon, honey? Everything okay?”

Fallon startled. “Yeah, Pep. I’ll be right out.” Taking a deep breath, she cleaned up her face, dusted on a little more blush, and opened the door.

Pepper’s jaw dropped. “Oh, Fallon! You look wonderful.”

A light flush came to her cheeks. “I kind of do, and I like it.” She passed her hand over her hip. “This fabric is so soft I want to pet myself.”

Pepper snorted a giggle and wrapped Fallon up in a hug. “You’re so cute! I love it. And your hair. God, I hate you for your hair.”

“Well, I hate your skinny ass, bitch.”

“You’re the bitch,” Pepper chuckled. “Come on. We’ll send one of the interns to take your dress to the dry cleaners.”

“Oh, they don’t have to do that!” Fallon protested.

Pepper waved her off. “What are interns for if not inane, mindless errands no one wants to do?”

“Maybe I should be calling you Boss Bitch,” Fallon chuckled.

“You do, and you’re fired,” Pepper snickered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Shut up, ho.”

“Ms. Potts! What language! I may have to report you to HR.”

She rolled her eyes and flipped Fallon the bird. “You bring out the worst in me.”

“I bring out the sorority in you,” Fallon corrected. “Next you’ll be doing a keg stand and taking Tequila shots from Tony’s belly button.”

“Oh, god!” she burst out laughing. “For the love of Thor, please, please! Do not bring up frat parties and our sisterhood days. I will pay you not to tell Tony.”

“Not to tell Tony what?” Tony asked, striding into Pepper’s office without bothering to knock or have Nancy announce him.

“Nothing!” Pepper and Fallon said at the same time, prompting them both to look at each other and laugh.

“I see how it’s going to be,” Tony pouted. “You two are going to have your little secrets and inside jokes, and I’m going to be the odd man out.”

“Aww,” Pepper patted his cheek when he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Poor baby.”

“That’s right. Pity me.”

Fallon snickered, amazed at the relationship they had. “Pepper, do you mind if I leave a second change of clothes in your closet? Just in case I have another morning mishap?”

“Of course you can!” A slow grin spread across her lips. “You already did, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” Fallon giggled.

Tony chuckled along with her. “Pepper, dear. I need to steal you away for a few minutes. Rogers nagged me about reports until I gave in and came to see you.”

She tugged a few of the hairs on his chin. “You weren't supposed to come and see me without those reports.”

“I'll go get started with Nancy,” Fallon smirked, finding them too sweet.

“Take your dress. Intern. Dry cleaners. Go.”

Pepper flicked her fingers, and Fallon snapped her heels together and saluted her. “Yes, ma'am! Right away, ma'am!” She grabbed the garment from the bathroom and quickly left the office, sliding the door shut as she went.

***

“I like this side of her. We're keeping her, right?” Tony asked once Fallon was out of the room.

“If I have anything to say about it. I'd forgotten how much fun we used to have together until yesterday with the shopping and the mani/pedis. Well, after I fixed my blunder.” Pepper had felt horrible, and even though she knew it wasn’t technically her fault but the designers for being assholes and not including women of all sizes in their designs, she’d still felt like such an ass for putting Fallon through all that pain when the woman had suffered more than any person should ever have to.

“Hey, you didn’t know.” Tony hugged her closer. “But look how great she looked today. She looked… confident and at ease and that’s a first.”

Pepper stroked Tony’s jaw, loving the feeling of his soft beard. “She almost lost it when Steve was here. I thought she was going to bolt for a second, but she did so well. Smiled and relaxed. You were right to start with him.”

Returning to the tower after dropping Fallon at home, Pepper had found the lot of them sitting around drinking, discussing Fallon. Once she’d gotten over her anger at them for talking about the woman like she was something less than human, and learned why they’d been discussing her in the first place, she’d reluctantly agreed to go along with their plan to introduce Fallon to the Avengers in small, short interactions so each could go easy with her.

Pepper may not like that they’d talked about Fallon’s private business, nor that Tony had spilled the beans about things Pepper knew Fallon didn’t want to be bandied about like fodder for the gossip mill. But she had to admit, the little interaction with Steve had been just what Fallon needed after her tough morning.

“Did he do that thing he does?” Tony asked.

“What thing?”

“You know. That, “Aw shucks, golly gee,” stuffs his hands in his pockets and smiles all crooked to make himself look sweet as apple pie and ice cream?”

Pepper arched a brow in amusement. “And just why do you pay so much intense attention to Steve?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” he said innocently.

She chuckled and ran her hand through his hair. “You can admit that he’s pretty. Even I think he’s pretty.”

“Auk!” he choked an insulted squeak. “How dare you say such a thing? I’m the only one you’re allowed to think is pretty!”

Pepper laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “What if I said I thought you were… twelve percent prettier?”

“You’re never going to let that go are you?”

“No,” Pepper snickered. “Now, about those reports…”

Next chapter... coming eventually.

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Haunted Mansion HC with the avenger bois!

Made these guest starring my friends favorite boys from the avengers! Enjoy!

Thor

Really excited to go but knows that he scares easily

I mean the whole point of a haunted house is to get scared

But he goes anyways for the sake of being by your side, putting aside his fear

Fucking drags you in, stuck between wanting to be scared and wanting to be excited

It was so hard to navigate through, though, since you both were practically carrying one another and jumping at any and everything

Regardless of how scared you both are, so many profains, laughs, and “By Odins' beard!”s were followed right after

Until Loki shows up and decides to scare you both

That was the scariest part of the haunted house

You swore on Bucky's metal arm that Thor had basically shattered a nearby glass ball with his scream

The two of you hated Loki for such a long time after that day

Like—

Seriously, you hadn't been as shook as that since the time you drop kicked Hulk on a trampoline

Loki just stands at the exit with a shit-eating grin, all smug

Neither of you were amused and just ignored him for some time

Loki

“Gods do not scare easily, darling.”

“I am the God of chaos, this will

practically be a walk in the park— A second home, if you will.”

As you can tell, he won't stfu about how he is above this and how he won't be the slightest scared at all of this when in reality he's never been to a haunted mansion and scares twice as easily as his brother

You would never pressure him into going with you, but the moment you said “It's alright, I'll go by myself so don't worry.” he silently vowed that fear was for pussies and he'd follow you like a lost puppy

He was never at all going to admit the reoccurring fright that threatened at him as you both walked through it, arms interlocked

Loki claimed that you “needed protection” when you were clearly capable of standing your own

The dude was so stoic about shit he just kept his eyes closed and held your tight

Got scared by a paper machete spider

Que girlish screaming

How is it that a merciless killer can get jumpscared with such ease

My guy stuffed his head in your breasts when a Hulk figure popped from around the corner

Poor son had a heart attack

When you both got to the exit, you had such a fun time teasing him about how much of a pussy he was that jumpscares were the least of your concerns

Afterwards you just kissed his head and ruffled his hair, saying that he was a “brave little god” for not pissing himself

Little did you know that he had wet his pants multiple times

The red color on his face really stood out from his green aesthetic

Bucky

This is Bucky Barnes

You'd figure that the same dude who couldn't land a hit on a teenager in spandex would get scared

Apparently not

Turns out he went alongside you for the sake of shits and giggles

That, and he seemed to favor the spoopy aesthetic

He's literally just walking around, taking in the scenery as if he's skipping through a flower meadow

Like wtf—

‘Bitch you is supoosed to be scared????’

‘FUCKING SCREAM ALREADY SO I CAN MAKE FUN OF YOU????’

The staff are the more scared ones here

The guy literally doesn't blink

ALL

He doesn't bat a single eye when some guy jumps up from a treasure chest dressed in a Halloween outfit

Not even the chainsaw guy made him divert his attention

He was so straight-faced that you couldn't tell which was scariest; the house or him

You were the only one screaming like a little bitch here

Not like he was gonna admit it but like, he fucking loved it when you inched closer to him or tightened your grip around his body, he loved it even more when you just whispered “Bucky” and buried your head into his chest

When you two reached the end of the house, he was just smirking like a damn idiot and you knew damn well why

You were kinda ticked, until a plan formed into your head

“B-Bucky...” You doubled over, clenching your chest

Finally, he gasped

A smiled spread on your face as you laughed hysterically, glad to get him express some damn emotion

“So I guess me getting hurt is your biggest fear?”

“... Yeah.”

Tony

He claims to be experienced in this kind of stuff

You beg to differ

You're pretty much pulling him inside

Poor guy doesn't know what's in store

He pretended to be scared at some times for the sake of you smiling with triumph

He enjoyed your smile

Claimed that your smile is basically “The light in this dark”

It was so cheesy that your mood for half of the rest of the walk was ruined

He was smirking so bad

You were just sighing in dismay

He pretty much ruined it for you

That is, until a gigantic spider fell from the air

“JESUS FUCK PETER YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME”

Peter was chuckling so hard

When the two of you made it out in one piece, you were both visibly quivering

You could see the ghost of Tony simply leaving his body

With silent prayers that that shit'll never occur again, you both promise to not bring up the topic at all

I'll finish pt2 in its respective post

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Always Late, part 2 (Thor x Reader)

part 1

Summary: You’ve got real feelings developing and it’s becoming a problem. It’s really hard to deal with the fact that you’re a mortal, especially when you haven’t figured out what your place on the Avengers is, exactly. Also, Thor brings in a new friend!

A/N: Um. Wow. I’m so flattered that you all like this so much! <3 Honestly I had no idea how this was gonna take so I’m just...really grateful you’re all so gracious and encouraging <3

Tags: @seaofhathor @thewayilookatbacon @lei-reyes @jerdynn @ladydork (let me know if you want to be tagged too!)

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Things continued like this for a while: You caught Thor flirting with you a few times, but then...he flirted with a lot of people. You told yourself not to be jealous. He didn’t belong to you. He was friendly, and he seemed to like building other people up as much as he liked tearing them down in a nasty game of Poker.

That’s thanks in large part to Sam, who usually cleaned everyone out whenever they played. You sat back and watched, knowing that, with nothing to lose, you’d rack up a decent debt. It just didn’t seem like an attractive pursuit, even if everyone was part of a team.

But you realized, somewhere in the middle of everything, that Thor had become your friend. A real friend, like Sam, not just another Avenger that nodded whenever you were in their vicinity but otherwise didn’t take time to get to know you. You could’ve taken your own time to do that, but having two friends was a good start.

You were swimming one day - not even practicing your manipulation, you were literally just swimming - when Tony, Rhodey, and Thor showed up.

“You normally wait until everyone else is out to take a dip?” Tony asked.

He’d been the one to find you, alone on the beach doing exactly what you were doing then. You shrugged. “Does that surprise you?”

He gave you a flat look, but not a disappointed one, then nodded. “Right,” he said. “Point Break here said you had something to show us?” He pointed to Thor.

“I do?” you asked, scrunching your face in confusion.

Rhodey stepped forward. He was another one you hardly knew, even after almost nine months with the team. It seemed like he cleaned up messes more often than he made them, but in any case, you knew he was more useful in the way of organizing strategies and rallying troops than most of the other Avengers.

And yet, he was standing at the end of the pool, looking at you as he said, “We’re working on something, and we’d like to have an idea of what we’re developing it for.”

You looked at all three men, one at a time. “That’s...oddly vague.”

Tony sighed. “Do your thing, Ariel.”

You rolled your eyes at the name. Of course he’d call you that. Of course. Point Break. Legolas. Now Ariel, just for you.

“Can I ask why you need me to?” you asked. “You saw it first hand. Actually, Rhodey’s the only one that hasn’t.”

“That’s why we’d like a demonstration,” Rhodey responded.

You didn’t know why you were giving them such a hard time. It wasn’t like you kept your ability a secret. You just...didn’t really talk about it unless someone asked. Tony had asked when he’d found you on the beach, and Thor’d asked the first time you’d met him personally. So you nodded, took a few steps back, and lifted your hands. You focused on lifting a ball, then watched as one rose. It shifted, lost some mass as it hung, and changed shape. You moved your fingers as if you were cutting into the water, though it was suspended a few feet away from you. As water fell back into the pool, the shape of the thing became clearer.

“Funny,” Tony said, somewhat unimpressed.

Two feet above the surface of the pool, a small mermaid perched and swam through the air. The only sound it made was that of water smacking against itself, but when you pushed your arms out, it swam over to the men at the end of the pool.

“Is it useful?” Rhodey asked as the mermaid swam around him.

You shrugged. “Probably not, but it’s cute.” You smirked at them, still using your hands to guide the mermaid. You pushed it toward Thor, let it hover over his shoulder, then plopped it down. It brought a small hand to its face and shrugged as if it were giggling, but it still made no sound.

“Thank you,” Rhodey said.

For a split second, which was enough, your focus broke. The mermaid broke apart, soaking Thor’s faded red t-shirt. You brought your hands to your mouth and giggled. “Sorry!” you called.

He shook his head, rolled his eyes, and laughed all the same. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you meant to do that,” he said before reaching for the hem of his shirt, lifting it quickly, and throwing it’s soaked cotton over one shoulder.

You tried - hard - not to stare, forcing a smirk before submerging yourself. It wasn’t fair. Thor was too nice, too funny, and at the moment, far too hot. Whenever you got into situations like this, you cursed Sam Wilson for having put the thought in your head in the first place.

Something big was coming. Tony and Rhodey were scrambling to get whatever it was they were working on for you done before this...big...ominous thing. You didn’t know what it was, just that everyone was freaking out over it.

Honestly, you were kind of tired of not knowing anything. You tried going to Sam for information, but he said he had his hands tied. All he could tell you was that, if the thing Tony and Rhodey were making wasn’t done in time, you’d be stuck in the compound until the threat was taken care of. You definitely didn’t like that answer.

Since you couldn’t get much from Sam, you went to Thor. Or rather, he came to you. In the pool. Again. It was quickly becoming your rendezvous spot, whether or not you meant for it to be.

“I hate feeling this useless,” you said, staring at the shimmering image of your legs under the water.

“You’re not,” he said, but all that did was earn him a glare.

“I’ve been sitting here for the better part of a year with nothing to do but...play with pool water. I’ve done nothing to earn my spot on the Avengers. I don’t really even belong here.” You kicked some water away, watched the droplets cause ripples a few feet across the pool.

“Don’t say that,” he said, putting his hand over yours.

You stopped - stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped everything. People only did that - put hands over other people’s hands - when they had genuine feelings for the other person. You were convinced of it. But you didn’t dare look at him. It was too much. He was too much. His thing with Jane the Scientist was too much. He’d never even mentioned her - Sam had told you her name - but still, you found it hard to think about.

“You still think you should be with the X-Men,” he said.

“Clearly I’m a mutant, not an Avenger.” You kept swinging your legs because it was the only movement you could manage. You shut your eyes, unsure of whether or not it was because you could feel tears coming on.

You heard Thor sigh. “Sometimes I don’t belong, either,” he said quietly.

You glared at him again. There was no way he could identify with how much of an outsider you felt like. Sure, he was from Space...Asgard. Whatever. But he was one of the Big Six, as far as you were concerned. He was an original Avenger, and the only one to take the time to get to know you. “Yeah, right,” you mumbled before pulling your legs out of the water. You bent them and removed your hand from beneath his to wrap both of your arms around your shins.

“Hey,” he said just as quietly. “Think about it. Everyone I’ve worked with has been self-made. Or...or they came from nothing and became something.”

“Poor little God,” you said. You hadn’t meant to sound so bitter, but you couldn’t take the words or tone back now that you’d spoken.

Thor seemed to ignore the acrid tone. “Steve sacrificed himself for his friends and his country. Tony’s maintained an empire and molded himself into a hero. Natasha and Clint worked their way up in the ranks of SHIELD when it existed. Bruce’s used his curse to do good. And who was I when I arrived on Earth the first time? An exiled, arrogant, petulant child. I had the universe at my fingertips simply by virtue of being a son of Odin, and it took losing it all for me to learn how to truly be worthy of it all.”

You took a second, then glanced at him through slitted eyes. “But you still fit in much faster than...than this,” you said. “It’s taken more than nine months for me to do absolutely nothing to learn my lesson or even earn my keep.”

“You’ve done more than you know,” he said, barely a whisper. He stared at you, and you stared back, unsure of what to say.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t deal with not knowing anything about this Jane the Scientist. You wanted desperately not to be jealous of her, but you also didn’t want to get between them. Somehow you’d convinced yourself that there was still a thing going on with her and Thor, even though he’d never mentioned her. You cleared your throat and said, “Tell me about the woman in New Mexico.”

His eyes widened, not out of fear, but surprise. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, and you let him.

“Jane…” he said just above a whisper. “You want to know about Jane Foster?”

You nodded.

“Very well,” he said. “Jane was...my friend, I suppose. A good friend. A great friend, actually. A lot like you.”

“Isn’t she an astrophysicist or something?” you asked.

He smiled and chuckled. His eyes showed how fond his memories of her were. You didn’t know how to react to that.

God damn it, Sam you thought. This was all his fault.

“She was. Is.”

“I’m not that smart.”

“Not many people are,” he said. “But she has an open and compassionate heart like you do. She cares deeply for the people she surrounds herself with, like you do.”

You wished he’d stop making the connections. Maybe he thought they were flattering, but they just made you feel like you were his second choice, like you were similar enough that he could settle for you if he couldn’t have her.

But he would never do that...would he? You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, digging your nails into your arms to keep a hold on your emotions. “She was more than your friend,” you said. When he rose an eyebrow in question at you, you shrugged and said, “Sam talks.”

He chuckled again. “Of course he does.” He took a second, then nodded. “She was more than my friend, yes. I cared very much for her. I still care, though…”

You waited, but he didn’t go on. He looked out across the pool, and your heart sank. He couldn’t admit that he was over her, so he couldn’t be completely over Jane Foster, genius astrophysicist. You were just some...water bender, for lack of a better term. You’d lived alone for too long, didn’t have a place among his team, and were fooling yourself to think that someone like Thor could ever like - or dare say, love - someone like you.

“I need a shower,” you said, standing quickly to avoid questions.

He watched you get up and leave, but didn’t make a move to stop you. You couldn’t stop a few hot tears from falling as you left the pool area, knowing you’d never compare to Genius Jane Foster. You told yourself it was the chlorine, even though hadn’t actually gotten in the pool that day.

The thing Tony and Rhodey were working on was some kind of...conductor. That’s what they kept calling it, but you weren’t sure what it conducted. All you knew was that they met you in the pool one night and handed you a pair of fingerless gloves, which you slipped on without much of an issue.

“What now?” you asked.

“Do your thing, Little Mermaid,” Tony said.

You weren’t sure this nickname was better than straight up calling you Ariel, but you didn’t say anything to it. You turned to the pool, lifted your hands, and focused on bringing a ball of water above the surface.

It happened quicker than you remembered ever having done before. The ball you pulled up was bigger than normal. It actually looked like the contents of the pool had dwindled. You watched the ball hover and rotate, then looked at Tony.

“What am I supposed to do with it?” you asked.

“See if you can start a cyclone,” Rhodey said.

You stared at him for a second, then turned back to the ball. You thought of tornadoes and cyclones, ones you’d seen during hurricane season, even though you lived in New York. You remembered a few off the Jersey shore, which you hadn’t been to since you were a child. You thought of its power, turning and twisting and moving air and water in one circular motion. The ball twisted, elongated, and spread into the very thing you pictured in your head, touching the surface of the water below it to suck more up. The cyclone grew and slowly started to move toward the end of the pool where the three of you stood.

Tony gave off a few impressed noises. Rhodey stayed silent. When the cyclone came close, you balled your hands into fists, and the cyclone exploded. The water fell back into the pool, and suddenly your hands were hot. Or rather, the gloves were hot.

“You ever done something like that before?” Tony asked, holding his hands out to you.

You removed the gloves and shook your head. “I’ve never made something that big.”

He smiled, but some part of it seemed disingenuine. “That’s because you never had me helping you before,” he said.

You hoped he hadn’t meant to sound as pretentious and self-righteous as he did. You rolled your eyes just as Rhodey said, “He means us.”

You nodded and looked back at Tony. “They heat up too quickly. I’ll never be able to use them in combat like that,” you said, pointing to the gloves that were now in his hands.

“So they do,” he mumbled, then turned to Rhodey. “We’ve got more work to do.”

They nodded at you, and Rhodey congratulated you, then they turned to leave. You stared at the pool for a moment, then called out for them to wait. When you pivoted, you saw that they’d listened.

“Will they be ready?” you asked. “For whatever it is that’s coming?”

Tony kept eye contact with you and shrugged. “Not sure. Maybe.”

“I want to do something,” you said. “I’ve been sitting around here for too long without something to do, Tony.”

He smiled another one of his Tony Stank smiles and nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “We all do.”

You didn’t know what he meant, exactly, but you tried not to think too much about it. “Just...if I can help, in any way, let me know. Please.”

Rhodey looked at Tony, who nodded again before turning around and leaving. Rhodey followed him out, and you watched them go.

The Big Bad was coming. That was what you were calling it. You still didn’t know what it was, or if you’d even get to go fight it with the team. Any team. You’d learn to pilot a damn ship at this point, just to get out of the compound.

But Sam, Tony, and even Rhodey insisted on keeping you safe. If your conducting gloves (or whatever they’d end up being called) couldn’t be finished before it came, you’d be stuck in the compound. You promised not to go sneaking off, to not get yourself in trouble or hurt.

Hey, you told yourself, at least they care.

But with everything you were feeling about Thor, you just wanted some release. Even if it meant going off to battle, focusing on fighting and defending, you wanted something to take your mind off of him. He was everywhere suddenly. So was what you imagined was the image of one Jane Foster. You hated that she followed him everywhere - you wanted to like her, or at the very least, tolerate the idea of her. If you could conjure a single positive thought about her, that meant that you could just be Thor’s friend and you’d be okay with it. You just had to convince yourself that she wasn’t your competition because she wasn’t even around.

But all the confusion around the compound made that hard. Half the time you told yourself you’d clung to him because he’d shown you so much more intimate kindness and understanding than anyone else in the last few years. Even more than Sam. But the other half of the time, you couldn’t deny that you’d developed feelings - real, heavy, incredible feelings - for the God of Thunder.

Everything got...weirder when his friend from Space showed up.

She had light tan skin, long, dark hair tied up tight, and she wore a full suit of white armor. She brandished a huge, intimidating sword, and wore painted white marks on her face and arms. Thor greeted her like a hero, though no one else seemed to know who she was.

“(Y/N)!” he called when she arrived.

You looked across the main lobby of the compound, sighed, and went to them. Your eyes widened at the look of the woman, but at least you weren’t immediately jealous of her.

“This is Brünnhilde,” Thor said, gesturing widely to the woman. “She’s a Valkyrie.”

“The last one,” she said with a smirk.

You weren’t sure what any of that meant, or how you were supposed to react. You forced a smile and held out your hand. “Nice to meet you,” you said.

She shook your hand, then took a step toward you, a mischievous smile on her face the whole time. “Odinson here’s told me all about you,” she said. “You’re the Water Wielder.”

“I, um,” you stumbled. You tried to take your hand back, but couldn’t. Brünnhilde held you still. “I wouldn’t call it that.”

“Val, I think you’re scaring my friend,” Thor said.

“Val?” you asked.

“I’m the last Valkyrie,” she said. “For the time being.” She gave you a once-over as if she was sizing you up. “My friends are allowed to call me Val.”

You hesitated, still unable to pull yourself from her. Some part of you didn’t want to, but you couldn’t say why. “Well,” you said. “It’s, um...nice to meet you?”

“You said that already,” she whispered, angling her face toward you. You could see the playful spark in her eyes that sent shivers down your spine and a blush up your neck.

“Val,” Thor said. “Take it easy.”

She finally let go of you, but not without a click of her tongue and another once-over. “Why don’t you show me around, Odinson?” she asked, slowly looking from you to Thor.

Thor nodded. “Would you like to join us?” he asked you.

You glanced at him, then at Val, then back. Until your gloves were ready, you had nothing else to do. So you nodded, knowing you missed normal hanging out with Thor at least a little bit.

Thor lead the way for the most part. You knew the layout of the compound somewhat better, but that was due to the fact that you hardly ever left it. Still, you let him tell Val everything. You watched the way she walked, the way she interacted with Thor and the other Avengers. You knew she was one of them, even if she’d never been to Midgard before. She was a hero worthy of her suit of armor.

You tried not to feel self conscious about that. You reminded yourself that Sam believed in you, pulled for you. Steve Rogers believed you had potential, from what you heard. Tony and Rhodey were doing what they could to make sure you could do whatever you could against the Big Bad. And Thor, who’s opinion you held in the highest regard, had taken every opportunity to build you up. You reminded yourself that he could regard both you and Val in high esteem at the same time, for the same thing, even if you were differently situated.

Funny how you couldn’t say the same for you and Jane Foster.

When you came to the pool, Thor started telling Val all about you. He bragged that you could do certain things, things you’d never done at all, let alone in front of him before. Still, you let him talk. It made you warm, brought you back to the moment, and made Val’s sly smile easier to swallow.

You had a hard time distinguishing whether or not you wanted her esteem. She was beautiful, undoubtedly, but hard to read. And scary in an intimidating way. She was a God, but so was Thor.

“Show me,” she said when Thor had finished telling her about the mermaid incident. When you hesitated, she nodded toward the pool.

You took a step forward, focused with your arms stretched out, and conjured enough water to create a pegasus. For some reason, the mythical animal felt right with Val looking on. It must’ve been right, too, because she laughed and clapped as the pegasus flew around her. When it dunk itself back into the water, she put an arm across your shoulders and said, “That’s wonderful! With the right training, I think you could prove to be a formidable warrior. Maybe even a Valkyrie.”

You shook your head. “I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t think so. I just...make shapes.”

“For now,” she said. “Odinson says the Iron Man is making something to enhance your ability.”

You looked at Thor before nodding. “Maybe. I don’t know what it’ll do, really.”

Val looked at Thor as well. “You were right,” she said with a chuckle. “She’s full of doubt.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about me like I wasn’t right here,” you said, unaware of where this sudden burst had come from.

Val looked back at you, laughed again, then said, “Maybe not entirely full of doubt. There’s a fire in there, too.”

That didn’t make sense, given your power dealt with water, but you let her have it. You weren’t sure what else to do.

“Now,” she said. “Where can one get a nice pale ale around here?”

#thor x reader

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