-Okay but peple with wings. People having wings specific to different birds, people with owl wings able to gracefully fly without making a sound, people with air diving bird wings (eagles, hawks, buzzards) who can fall for long distances but not break any bones if they land correctly, people with water bird wings who have water proof ones which dry very quickly.
-Society having sub groups among the subgroups each type of wings having stereotypes (eg. prey birds: Housewife/husband).
-Peoples wings become more colourful the more loved they feel.
-Wings that mimic their emotions many have learnt to keep them under control but some keep them tightly shut so they don’t seem obnoxious or knock everything over.
-People who dye their wings whether due to fashion trend or think their wings are boring.
-Laws in certain areas, like building sites and sky scrapers where you aren’t allowed to fly.
-Stress causing feathers to fall off.
-Everyone moults and gets a new and beautiful wingsthat stand out, this time of year is different for everyone.
-People with small wings wanting big fluffy ones, people with big fluffy ones veiwing their wings as clumsy and as a nuisance and wating smaller neat wings.
-A couple of people who beleive that certain wing types have certain personalities (like the zodiac but with wings) and devoting their lives to that belief. One example could be people with Robin wings are angry and arrogant.
-People with different sized lungs dependant on what altitude they can get to and how large their lungs are.
-Swimming with wings. Those who haven’t got water proof wings can buy a wax which makes them more sublime in the water.
-Wing competitions (like body building competitions and fashion competitions).
-Cameramen Kestrels (They can hover and stay in one place for a while kestrels are like helicopters)
-Little children wanting to fly but their wings aren’t big enough, usually you can learn to fly at 11-18 years of age.
-Teenagers who have had growth spurts unable to fly for a while cos their wings aren’t able to grow fast enough.
-Some people being natrually better at building muscle, or find it easier to gain fat and then find it hard to lose it due to their wing type.
-Flying police, paramedics and fire fighters who are strong af as they have to carry their equipment and suits/uniforms sometimes even carry others.
-Flying pizza man.
-Flying amazon delivery man who delivers loads of small packages at once.
This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying.
The man sitting on Bucky’s side is very attractive. Now, this is Bucky’s very first time sitting in first class (he got bumped from a previous flight and got an upgrade because of it), so he doesn’t necessarily know the rules, but it probably should’ve occurred to him that the seat would also come with a view. It never occurred to him that the beautiful people would be in first, but he also never stopped to look around, given that he always had to hustle back to coach carrying a roll-aboard carry-on that is always a little too overstuffed to fit in the overhead compartment, but which he tries to shove in anyway.
In first class there are beautiful men and the flight attendant shoved his bag in for him.
What a life.
Bucky wonders whether he should make conversation, but decides against it when he really looks at the guy. Sure, he’s practically from the pages of <i>Sports Illustrated</i>, but he also looks nervous — chewing on his lip, balling his hands into fists then releasing them. It’s probably best that Bucky just focuses on which of the many movie options available to him he should watch during the flight. It’s a long one, about five hours, so he’ll probably be able to fit in two movies if he doesn’t fall asleep. (Bucky doesn’t plan on falling asleep, since this is probably the one time in his life that he will enjoy the luxuries of first class and he doesn’t want to miss a moment.)
But Bucky is surprised when the guy turns to him. “Hi,” he says.
“Hi,” Bucky responds. The man’s teeth are so straight and white that he looks like he could’ve stepped right out of a Crest commercial.
“How are you?” the man asks, sounding a little forced. Bucky glances down; the man is holding onto the armrest so hard that his knuckles are turning white.
“I’m great,” Bucky responds, a little squeakier than intended. “You?”
“I’ve been better,” he says, frowning. He turns forward again. “Do you think I could get some water?” he asks, not like he’s asking Bucky to get it for him, but like he’s genuinely confused as to whether he can get some water.
“I’m sure you can,” Bucky says. Seeing that this guy is probably not really used to flying like this (not that Bucky is, either), Bucky undoes his seatbelt and stands up. A flight attendant notices him immediately, and Bucky gives her a little wave.
“What’re you…” the man says, then folds into himself a little when the flight attendant arrives. “Hi,” he says.
“Hi there,” she says, giving the man a bright smile, then one to Bucky. “Can I help you with something?”
“My seat mate and I would like some water, if you don’t mind,” Bucky says with the biggest smile he can muster. He thinks it’d probably be less awkward for the guy if he asks for some, too.
“Of course, it’ll be just a second,” she says, heading back to that secretive area where flight attendants make magic happen.
“Thank you,” the man says.
“No sweat,” Bucky responds. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”
“You nervous about flying?” Bucky asks.
Steve nods. “It’s been a while, and the last plane I was in crashed.”
“What?” Bucky asks, though it sounds a lot more like, “Whuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuht?”
The man gives a kind of sheepish, sad smile. “I’m a little nervous about flying again after that.”
Bucky wants Steve to be lying.
He desperately wants Steve to be lying.
He can totally tell that Steve is <i>not lying</i>.
“Fuck,” Bucky says, flopping back into his seat. “You gonna be okay?”
“Do I have a choice?” Steve asks just as the flight attendant reappears.
“Here are your waters,” she says, gingerly handing one to Steve, which he then passes to Bucky. She gives Steve the second plastic glass and he takes an immediate, grateful sip. “Can I do anything else for you two?” she asks.
“Steve?” Bucky asks. Steve shakes his head. “No, I think we’re fine. Thank you.”
She nods, then looks down at Steve. She takes a quick glance from side to side, then leans in and says, very quietly, “And thank you for your service, sir.”
“Thank you,” Steve says quietly, mustering up a smile before taking another small sip.
She grins, then heads back to the flight attendant area.
“You a vet?” Bucky asks, feeling like kind of an ass for not noticing. He takes a sip of water and looks up at Steve.
Steve nods. “Yeah,” he says. Then before Bucky can think of something to say in response he adds, “I’m Captain America.”
Bucky spits the water out all over his pants.
“Excuse me,” Steve says, raising an arm to get the flight attendant’s attention. “I think we’re going to need a napkin.”
As Bucky wipes down his pants he thinks to himself that he should’ve asked for a seat in coach. He’s never had an American legend sit next to him in coach.
“Thanks for taking my mind off of things,” Steve says with a smile, a real, dazzling smile, as he takes the wet, crumpled napkin from Bucky’s hand.
And Bucky knows now that he wouldn’t move to coach for the world.
icarus burned fast,
but not fast enough for the gods.
(apollo, later, screaming
YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HIM BUT YOU JUST STOOD THERE)
they had time to think, to deliberate,
as icarus fell in slow motion;
“if we save him he’ll become arrogant,
‘the first man to fly,’ he’ll say.
no man should fly.”
“but it could bring forth inventors,
a genius to help the humans-”
“they will come to it in their own time.
it is still too early now.”
artemis kept her lips sealed, knowing.
(apollo, later, accusing
WHY DID YOU SAY NOTHING WITH YOUR HELP THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN OUTNUMBERED YOU MURDERED HIM)
“let him fall.”
and the slow motion stopped.
and time sped up
and icarus slapped the oceans surface,
still burning, barely a ripple
disturbing the mirror-stillness.
(apollo, later, sobbing
IT’S MY FAULT I WANTED HIM TOO MUCH I KILLED HIM IT WAS ME IT WAS ME IT WAS ME)
A/N: eeeeek! chapter 2 is here and it gets wild as heck guys! This chapter was so freakin’ fun to write, I kind of remixed the whole winter soldier movie plot to fit this in just right and I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
Warnings: Violence. Angst. Some people get shot. Kidnapping. Feels.
You sat in the backseat of Natasha’s Porsche, listening as Steve explained the plan to you.
It wasn’t very thorough as you imagined it would be, but it was way better than Sam’s plan, which was to get Tony Stark involved. Apparently, this was a super top secret mission, one the millionaire had no business knowing about. You rolled your eyes as Steve explained to you that you would leave the minute the fighting started.
“I don’t see why,” Natasha chimed in, smirking over at Steve. “She’s a big girl.”
“Last I checked everyone in this car had military training except for Y/N.” He pressed, buckling the buckle on his helmet.
You scoffed; you were more than capable of handling your own, but as much as you hated to admit, this Winter Soldier had the same serum as Steve. Which meant he could probably break you in half with minimal to no effort. You liked being able to walk, thank you very much.
You gazed out of the window next to you, watching the scenery go by with each turn. Steve was doing better, which put you at ease for now. You still had no idea what would happen once the four of you arrived at the base. You were beyond concerned now.
You looked back over to Steve, who was preoccupied by the shield in his hands, fiddling with it anxiously. When you turned back around, you were met with a pair of black goggles and a heavily masked face.
Before you could scream, the man brought his fist forward and busted through the window.
Natasha swerved erratically, trying to avoid the many cars in front of her as the man began punching holes through the roof of the car. You screamed when you felt a metal hand grab ahold of your shirt and tug forcefully, ripping the material.
“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear.
Natasha slammed on the breaks, causing the man to fly off the hood and tumble onto the concrete.
“Everybody out!” she screamed, gathering her pistols. You exited the car, holding the small pistol in your hand. You’ve never shot a gun before, and you were mentally kicking yourself for never asking Steve to teach you. Sam expanded his wings and began soaring into the air towards the masked man.
You watched as Natasha and Steve sprinted towards the man, dodging the spray of bullets gracefully. You, on the other hand, ducked behind a car and aimed your pistol.
“It’s not that hard, right?” you whispered to yourself, your legs trembling as you closed one of your eyes and aligned the barrel of the gun with the man’s head. “It’s just like Call of Duty!” you laughed nervously.
One of the hydra agents pulled out a missile launcher and aimed it right at the car. Steve immediately ran towards you, holding his shield in his front of him. The missile hit the shield directly, sending him flying over the edge of the bride. Once you saw Natasha get hit violently by the man’s metal arm, sending her flying into the side of a car, you closed your eyes.
And you fired.
When you opened them again, the masked man was on the ground. You perked up from behind the car, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth turned upward into a triumphant grin. You felt your heart beating wildly in your chest as you stared at the man from afar. Your smile faded as soon as you saw the man moving.
He sat up, rolling onto his hands and knees, before standing up completely. From where you stood, you could see the bullet lodged in the lense of his goggles that were shielding his eyes.
You backed away slowly as he glared at you. His eyes focused on yours, taking in your features. His head slowly cocked to the side as he stared you down. You stood frozen in the middle of the street, completely unsure what to do.
The hydra agent behind him shouted at him angrily in Russian, aiming his own gun at you as well. You felt your heart skipping beats in your chest as you watched the man approach the soldier.
“Fucking shit!” you cursed, taking a step back.
Instantly, the man’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice. His eyes became frantic, his breaths came out in short, rapid huffs. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of some evil-like thoughts. The gun in his hand dropped to the ground as he clutched his head.
“Солдат, закончи свою миссию!” Soldier, finish your mission!
You watched in horror as the masked man unsheathed a black blade and in one move, slit the man’s throat. He turned back around, staring at you with his dead eyes.
And began walking towards you.
The bullets barely missed your head as you sprinted down the sidewalk.
You scurried around the many panicked people as they ran beside you. The bullets hit multiple people around you, but thankfully, they managed to miss you every single time. You made a sharp turn down a dark alley, hoping he’d get distracted for a moment.
As you ran, you could hear the faint footsteps growing closer and closer. You huffed, feeling your sides begin to ache from the sprinting, but you refused to slow down.
You were almost to the end of the alley, when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and haul you back into the alley. You began screaming, kicking everywhere you could with all your might. He managed to get you far enough away from the street before spinning you around and planting a hard slap onto your face.
You cried out, feeling your cheek burn from the harsh contact. Blinking through the tears, you noticed the man was staring at you oddly once again. You watched as his head cocked to the side, his gaze set on the tears running down your face.
Realizing he was distracted, you swung your fist into his face as hard as you could.
His head jerked back violently and you watched as the black mask flew from his face and landed onto the concrete with a small plop.
He turned around and you were hit with the strongest sensation of déjà vu.
You swore up and down on everything you own, that you’ve seen this man before. You didn’t know how or when or where, but you’ve seen him.
He was gorgeous. Really gorgeous. You probably would’ve developed a small crush on him if he weren’t a raging psychopath and trying to murder you and your friends.
“Who the hell are you?” he spat, his eyes wild with fear. They burned into your fearful ones as you stared back, your mouth hanging open. With a deep breath, you brought your leg up to his ribs and kicked with all your might.
He grunted, jolting back from the force of your kick. But to your dismay, you didn’t do any kind of damage. His grip on your wrist tightened painfully, you cried out as you felt your wrist seering with pain.
His eyes dilated, his brows furrowed as he scowled. In one move, he launched his fist forward, hitting you directly in the face.
Then everything went black.
When you woke, the only thing you could hear was silence and the soft sounds of what sounded like a metal clinking together.
You opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the light above you. Especially the ache in your eye. You blinked, trying to fully comprehend what had just happened, most importantly, where the hell you were.
“Who are you?” a deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.
It came out more of a demand. His voice was completely monotone, but still deep with authority. There he was, The Winter Soldier. The man who punched your lights out a while ago. Steve’s best friend, only, he didn’t look friendly at all.
He looked terrifying.You peered around the room, taking in your surroundings. Somehow, he managed to take you to a shady little motel. From what you could peek from under the blinds as you lie on the bed, you were far from New York. The familiar sounds of traffic and civilians passing by was completely gone, leaving you in eerie silence instead.
“Are you fucking deaf?” he spat, his face twisting into a scowl. You shook your head, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. You were trembling as well.
“N-No,” you answered timidly.
“Then answer my damn question. Who are you?”
“I’m Y/N,” you replied, feeling the tears running down your face. “Y/N Y/L/N.”
He stared off into the distance, as if he were processing the information in his head. Was he really a human computer like Sam said? You were terrified as it was, but being around a terminator was even more horrific. You waited for him to ask another question, but it never came. Instead, he leaned back into his chair, placing the pistol back onto the table.
“Are you going to kill me?” you heard yourself ask. Immediately, you shut your mouth. Why would you give him the idea? From what you knew, he was crazy, probably from all the brainwashing.
His blue eyes flickered back over to you, and you swore by everything, you saw them soften momentarily before they were back at to their original coldness from before.
“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked, this time with more volume in your voice. Immediately, he stood from the chair and you jumped, backing away as far as you were allowed. He slowly made his way over to you, his dark gaze burning into your teary eyes in a predatory manner. You flinched as he sat beside your legs.
“The man on the bridge,” he spoke, his voice still in the same nonchalant tone. “Who was he?”
“His name is Steve,” you answered, watching his expression change. “Steve Rogers, he was your best friend since childhood.”
He didn’t respond, instead, he ran his hands over his face. You watched as he ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. Despite being insane, he was extremely handsome, you’d give him that. His jawline looked like it could cut glass, and those eyes. They were twice as blue as Steve’s, twice as beautiful, too.
You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, mentally scolding yourself. This man was probably going to kill you, maybe after he did god knows what with you before, yet here you were ogling over him like some A list celebrity.
He turned towards you, his face set in a frown.
“I knew him,” he admitted, his eyes full of a mixture of confusion and hurt. “I knew him a long time ago.” You nodded, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Why were you acting this way?
“But you…” He whispered, staring into your eyes fiercely.
“You gave me a home”
“I’m not half as good at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you. And that’s the truth”
“Good morning, beloved.”
“This is Captain Handsome ordering you to rock n’ roll on that 45.”
The hug and fly
“Cap and Iron Man couldn’t make it. CSI and Grey’s Anatomy are new - they’re fighting for the remote.” “Be funnier if it wasn’t true…”
“Any excuse to get me to hold you” “you see right through me”
What I got in the MCU:
“Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off what are you?”
“Everything special about you came out of a bottle.”
“Did you know?” “I didn’t know it was him.”
“I’m sorry, Tony. But he’s my friend.” “So was I.”
Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he’s suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.
Summary: Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it’s what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).
There’s a lot of things Bokuto isn’t sure about now that he’s in university. His program, his new team, his future. There’s only one thing he’s absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.
Thursday night, which meant movie night with the girls! It had become a
tradition for the three of you since the moment you broke your arm once and
there was nothing better to do at night. Ever since, you had that appointment
every Thursday night. Sometimes someone else would join you, but most of the
time it was a girl night.
“Which one are
we watching tonight?” You asked from the kitchen as you made some popcorns.
“I downloaded Mr and Mrs Smith since Wanda said she
had never watched it”, Natasha replied from the living room.
against watching a young Brad Pitt in action”, you said with a smirk while you
walked into the living room with them.
serving the drinks and Natasha was connecting her laptop to the huge screen
where you always watched the movies. After you put the popcorns on the table,
you started setting the couches for the three of you, so you would be
was during or before Brangelina became
a thing?” Wanda asked.
“I think they
were already together but I honestly have no idea” you told her and took a
Wanda sat down by your sides so all of you could reach the popcorns with no
problem. Once Nat made sure you were all ok, she played the movie and told
FRIDAY to turn off the lights so the only source of light was the screen and
the city. You had only watched this movie once, a couple of years ago, but you
knew it was a funny one and you weren’t wrong. But just when you were getting
into it, the screen went dark.
fuck?” You groaned sitting up properly.
on the lights!” Wanda exclaimed but nothing happened. With a sigh, Natasha got
up. “What is it?”
“Sam and his
stupid pranks. This is the second time he causes a blackout”, she explained
shaking her head. “I’m going to the basement to look for him and kick his ass,
Wanda you go to the roof, and (Y/N) you go to the lab, in case he managed to
turn everything off from a computer”
really going to down 80 floors using the stairs?” Wanda smirked. Natasha narrowed
“I’m going to
the roof with you”, she replied quickly causing you to laugh as you made your
way to the lab using your phone as a flashlight.
Wilson and his stupid jokes. Hopefully, Tony would kick his ass and if he didn’t,
you would. You were walking slowly since it was hard to know where you were,
even using the flashlight which wasn’t as helpful as it should be.
heard a noise behind your back, making you stop on your tracks.
“Sam, I swear
that if this is you I’m going to throw you down the tower without your suit on”,
You hated when
someone scared you and everyone knew it, just like they knew how easy it was. It
easily got to your nerves and got really nervous all of sudden, so just the
idea of someone trying to scare you got you on the edge. Then, you heard some
footsteps just behind you so you turned around and move the phone from one side
to another, trying to see a shadow or anything that would let you know who was
“Ok, this is
not funny anymore Wilson. Just stop it”, you said with a frown now.
someone tapped your shoulder, making you jump and gasp. You turned around ready
to punch whoever it was when suddenly you felt someone’s lips over yours,
catching you completely off guard. You didn’t know who it was, but his lips
were soft and gently, and the hand resting on your hip was firm and big and,
for some reason, you could see fireworks at the back of your mind that made you
kiss the unknown back.
“Who are you?”
You whispered when the other person pulled away but there was no response.
Just then, the
light came back and you found yourself alone. What the fuck? You looked around,
expecting to see someone walking away but there was no one. Yet, you knew it
had been real, you could still feel the kiss on your lips.
voice came from the living room.
exclaimed still confused. After looking around once again, you hurried back to
the living room where Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you.
“It was Tony
this time, he was doing an experiment”, Natasha shrugged.
“Are you ok?
You look like you’ve seen a ghost”, Wanda asked as she saw your face.
“I’m ok…I just…”
you looked back still trying to figure out what had just happened. “Someone
just kissed me”, you told them.
Both of them
looked as confused as you but you couldn’t explain it. All you could do was
telling them what had just happened. Of course you thought they wouldn’t believe
you but for some reason they did.
strange”, Wanda said looking at Natasha. “Why are you smirking?”
She exclaimed and ran away in the direction you just came from.
that?” You asked.
“I have no
idea”, Wanda mumbled with a frown. “Do you have any idea of who could have done
it?” She asked you after a moment.
idea. All I know is that it felt great” you admitted with a smile. Wanda laughed
a little and sighed.
“It looks like
we have mystery to solve”, she shrugged.
“Or we can
just ask Nat. Obviously, she knows something we don’t”, you said.
easy option”, Wanda smiled.
really into mysteries so…easy option it is” you decided.
Luckily you didn’t
have to go far since Natasha was coming back just then. The two of you started
harassing her with questions but, as the professional she was, she dodged all
of them so you just let it go after fifteen minutes. Trying to get some
information from her was useless and a waste of time.
The next days
you were the whole time thinking about your “mysterious kisser”, like Wanda
liked to call him. You had come up with a list of the names of the people in
the tower that night. After questioning around you were left with three names:
Clint, Bucky and Sam. The three of them were the ones that didn’t have an alibi
good enough. Clint said he had been at the gym training but no one had seen
him; Sam said he was out at a party but Steve had told you, he actually was in
the tower but didn’t know what he was doing; and Bucky said he was sleeping
which you just didn’t buy. He didn’t take naps. Ever.
You didn’t believe
it was Clint since he was married and all that stuff, but Wanda was stubborn as
fuck. “You never know”, she used to say. So you just kept him on the list even
though you knew it wasn’t him.
“How do I find
out who was?” You asked.
“I think you
will have to kiss them”, Wanda shrugged.
“What? I’m not
going to kiss them one by one, Wanda”, you said laughing at the idea.
“You can laugh
but that’s the only option”, she shrugged.
“I don’t care.
I’m not doing it”, you replied.
“C’mon! I understand
you don’t want to kiss Clint, but Sam and Bucky?” Wanda asked.
With a sigh
you looked out of the window. You didn’t want to kiss Sam or Clint, but indeed
you wanted to kiss Bucky. You had been wanting to do such thing for months but
you just didn’t have the courage.
are Wilson and Barnes?” Wanda asked.
“What are you
with Mr Stark in the lab, Miss Maximoff”, FRIDAY replied.
she smiled and looked at you. “C’mon, let’s solve the mystery”
She got up
from your bed and took your hand, dragging you out of the room, ignoring your
constant protests. She literally dragged you all the way to the lab, she even
told you she would carry on her shoulder if she had to.
on?” Tony asked when Wanda pushed you into the lab and closed the door.
“We have a
mystery to solve”, Wanda smiled walking over the three men.
“And you need
our help?” Sam asked with a laugh.
“No, we don’t.
Wanda let’s go”, you begged your friend.
“We do”, she
smiled and stood in front of Bucky and Sam. “One of you kissed my friend, the
one who’s there, the night of the blackout. She really wants to know who did
it. We know it was one of you two, guys, but since it is obvious that you’re
not going to say who did it, I’m afraid she will have to kiss both of you to
find it out”, she explained.
said laughing as well.
“No way” Bucky
You frowned at
Bucky’s response. No way? No way you would kiss him? No way you would kiss Sam?
No way what?
“No way?” Tony
asked raising an eyebrow as a smirk appeared on his face, like there was
something he knew. Some sort of secret.
“No way she’s
kissing the flying man over here. I’m not having it” he crossed his arms.
“And why not,
Barnes?” Wanda smirked. Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.
With a frown,
you looked at all of them. Wanda and Tony were smirking at Bucky, Sam was
chuckling behind his hand, and Bucky was looking at Wanda like he was having
some sort of inner debate. Suddenly it all made sense. You remembered the tall
figure of the man who kissed you, how he used only one hand to touch since the
other one would make you know who he was instantly; the long hair tickling your
cheeks and those lips. It wasn’t Sam and it definitely wasn’t Clint.
moved until you were standing in front of Bucky so he couldn’t look at Wanda
anymore. Instead, he looked down at you, sudden fear in his eyes. With a smile,
you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his. Immediately, he
wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you close and the fireworks
started again. It was him. Those lips were unique and that kiss was incomparable.
solved”, you heard Wanda. “Give them privacy guys”
Then you heard
footsteps walking away and the lab door opening and closing, leaving the two of
you alone, lost in the kiss. After a moment you pulled away and looked at him.
“You are”, you
said with a nod before kissing him again, knowing you would never have enough
Jason didn’t expect it really. In fact, he didn’t expect it at all.
It had been a tough night. A drug bust that escalated quickly, and before he knew it Birdie had shown up to save the day, and while Jason would never admit it out loud, he wasn’t entirely pissed about the rescue.
Not since it gave him a chance to see the youngest of them again.
He didn’t expect it really, the feeling. The unfamiliar joy to see his littlest brother, jumping here and there, weaving in between the enemies and taking down one man after another like it was a ballet performance. The strange smile that unfurled behind his mask as he stumbled to his feet, clutching the wound staining his shoulder and watched the little boy roundhouse kick Mr. Boss in the face, sending the man flying into the wall with a deafening crunch. The indescribable pride as the kid straightened himself, hands on his hips, and smirked.
He didn’t expect the warm sensation when Damian practically jerked himself towards the criminal that aimed his gun on Jason because his little brother was protecting him.
The Boss Man stumbled back on his feet and trained his two pistols on the 12-year-old standing in front of him, and Jason attempted to move towards Damian, because he already died once, don’t you dare lay a finger on him you bastard-
“Put the gun down.” Came his small voice, ever so tiny. Too tiny. “And I’ll give you a 5-minute head start.”
The man stared for a moment.
“4 minutes.” Damian scowled.
And Boss ran.
Jason didn’t expect the fear that lurched inside him when Damian’s shoulders slumped and he grabbed his stomach. He didn’t know what to do when his littlest brother turned on him, anger flaming in his bright green eyes, and felt guilty.
But it was okay, because at least those green eyes were alive.
And so Jason leaned back against the wall and slid until his body collapsed on the floor. The throbbing in his foot wasn’t so bad now, and his shoulder wasn’t as painful as it had been a moment ago. He looked back at Damian, preparing himself for the tiny storm before him.
“How dare you, Todd.” He hissed venomously, eyes narrowed almost threateningly, and he stomped towards him, hands in fists. “Drake ordered you to wait for me.”
“I don’t take orders from Timmyboy, Demon Spawn.” The insult-turned-nickname rolled off his lips so easily he didn’t have time to stop it.
“Foolish!” Damian seethed as he marched towards him. “It was foolish! Idiotic! Stupid! You could have died!”
The little boy stopped at this and his eyes widened a tad, and Jason realized what he’d said. It was so easy, almost a habit nowadays, to make jokes about his own death. At first, it was to pour the blame on Bruce, to make him feel guilty, terrible, make him apologize because he deserved those terrible feelings, but now it was just humor for him. It was something he did.
Jason had been back from the dead for years now.
Damian had been back, what, a few months?
“B-besides,” Jason tried to amend his witless mistake. “Why would you care?”
“Foolish Todd.” The little boy whispered, so different to his tone a second earlier. So small.
And he didn’t expect Damian to stumble towards him, but he didn’t refuse the tiny arms that were reaching towards him. He didn’t mind for the moment that his blood was getting all over the kid’s suit or that it was probably in his hair too because Jason was holding him. He was holding his little brother’s tiny, adorable, alive body in his arms and he wasn’t going to argue.
“Foolish, idiotic, stupid, brave Todd.” Damian croaked, burying his head into the crook of Jason’s neck. “You were supposed to wait.” He repeated, but sounded so unsure this time, the childish confidence disappeared. “You could have been killed.”
“Damian, I’m okay,” Jason whispered, completely bewildered by his brother’s behavior. They had never been chummy. They respected each other, maybe even liked each other a minuscule amount, but Jason was no Dick Grayson. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It is.” The boy pressed, curling even tighter into his arms and Jason couldn’t help but feel how freaking small he was.
So small, so precious.
“It is because,” he swallowed against his neck and Jason felt something wet hit his skin, but he dared not expect it to be tears. “Because Jason,”
He squeezed the boy tighter, “Dami…”
“You’re the only brother who knows what it’s like to die…” he whispered sadly. “I-I want you to know that-that I’m very glad you aren’t dead anymore.”
Jason’s eyes widened until they were saucers, and his jaw dropped, but his grip tightened. It tightened with new resolve, with new purpose, with new revelations at his smallest brother’s confession.
Damian held on for a little longer, but Jason wasn’t complaining.
Jason didn’t expect the gentle, loving smile that slid onto his lips as he rested his chin on the 12-year-old’s hair. The protectiveness that gripped him in a vice, a chain wrapped around his heart. A new hole in his heart that was perfectly Damian shaped, and it was strongly defended.
He didn’t expect himself to tilt his chin to kiss Damian’s forehead, and Jason didn’t expect the smile that he felt against his neck.
“I’m glad you’re back too, Bud.”
They stayed that way for a while, clinging to each other until Tim and Bruce arrived.
Jason didn’t expect for him to hold onto his small brother the way he did. He didn’t know exactly why he wanted to come back to the Cave, to make sure that the knife wound was just a knife wound. He was surprised with himself, as was Bruce, when he decided to stay the night, to make sure the kid doesn’t steal my stuff. He didn’t expect to go to Damian’s room before he went to bed himself, wounds freshly cleaned and bandaged. He didn’t expect for the little boy to be asleep soundly, a peaceful expression that barely graced his face now adorning his cheeks.
He didn’t expect the emotion. The pride, the protectiveness. The love.
He leaned down and kissed Damian’s forehead silently, pushing back some of his hair before turning.
He didn’t expect his tiny, sleep filled voice to emerge, “Goodnight, Todd.”
Jason grinned, turning to close the door. “Night, Tater-Tot.”
The smile that was plastered on his face as he fell under the wings of sleep was anything but forced.