@washsicle after the bullshit he’s dealt with from angst week (shot, stabbed, left to die, and taken advantage of by an ai in just my hands alone not including everyone else’s doings) he’s taking a very well deserved and much overdue cat nap :D
(you can find a comforter like that on amazon, btw)
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Winter “team building” week to be announced soon, provided we are graced with mothafuckin silence from all enemies of the nation and world. Nobody from this agency is allowed to call in fake emergencies to avoid this. I already tried.
continuing adventures of mocking the freelancer tactics. pfl was run by a civilian who relied on the fact that his supersoldier science experiments were skilled and practically indestructable to get away with all sorts of nonsense.
that kind of stuff doesn’t exactly translate to low-skilled guerrilla warfare.
Request: Hey doll :) Can you please do an imagine where you work for shield but are on a Undercover Mission to free Bucky. You visit him everyday before he gets the electro Shocks but he never Forgets you. So one day you’re finally able to free him and you nearly escape both, when Hydra finds out. You then shove bucky out of the building as the agents shot and hit you. Bucky sees you breaking down and screams your Name and decides to safe you before you both are rescued from Fury and he never leaves you.
You wince softly as you gingerly operate on Bucky’s arm, the metal plating having been damaged on his last mission.
You’d been ‘recruited’ for Hydra months ago, little did anyone know you were actually on a Shield mission to save the asset, the winter soldier, Bucky Barnes. You’d been entrusted with the soldier’s safety and that’s why you could operate on him alone without anyone else in the room. You didn’t pump him full of drugs like the other doctors did, you didn’t sedate him whenever he got dangerous, he didn’t smack him to bring him back to reality because other than the fact that you couldn’t physically do it you didn’t have to. Bucky was never violent with you, he usually sat still the entire time you worked on him, never really saying anything or doing much so you never had to hurt him.
“You’re soft,” The soldier rasps, his voice much more rough than it usually was. “You’re not like the others,” You hum softly as you tweak some wires, litle sparks flying out his arm.
“Yeah? What makes you think that?” You smile at him before quickly getting back to work.
“You smile at me,” He whispers, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t hit me, you don’t stick needles in me, you’re the only person here who’s ever been kind to me,”
“Well,” You whisper as you continue to work, being careful not to bump any of his other wires. “You deserve kindness,”
“I’m a machine,” Bucky states, turning his head back ahead, his gaze finally falling from you. “Machines don’t get kindness,”
“If you don’t treat a machine well it won’t work, isn’t that how it goes?” Bucky doesn’t answer, merely keeps his gaze straight ahead. “Well, if you don’t treat a human nice it’s going to stop being human and I don’t want that for you,”
“Am I human?” Bucky asks, his lips barely moving. With a sigh you put your tools down, smoothing your hand over Bucky’s improved plating.
“You’ve got a heart, don’t ya?” Bucky nods, then stops, his lips pursing in thought.
“I guess,” You smile a bit, resting your chin on your palm.
“You’ve got a brain, right?” Bucky nods again.
“Then you’re human Buck, I promise you,”
“I don’t feel human,” Bucky whispers, his gaze falling down to his arm. “I don’t know what I am but I’m not- I’m not human,”
“I think you are,” You whisper as you check the plating one more time, ensuring that it was well enough for inspection.
“I never forget you,” Bucky whispers, his gaze never travelling from his arm. “Even after they wipe me, I don’t forget. I don’t forget the way your hands feel on my skin, or the way you smile at me, I don’t forget your voice or face, I don’t forget you like I forget everyone else,”
“Bucky-” You sigh once again, your heart constricting in your throat.
“Please don’t tell them,” Bucky looks at you, his eyes full of fear. “You can’t let them know,”
“I won’t tell,” You nod your head, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “ I promise I won’t,”
Bucky stares at you for only a moment before he’s nodding, his gaze falling back down to his arm once again.
"They’re gonna be back any minute,“ He whispers, his tone bit as emotionless as it was only few moments ago.
"I know,” you sigh, absentmindedly running your thumb along his hand as you speak.
“They’re gonna wipe me again, aren’t they?"
"Don’t they always?” You smile at him sadly, your eyes no doubt swimming with emotion.
“It hurts.” Bucky states, his tone nearly robotic at this point. “More than anything I’ve ever felt,"
"I’m sorry Buck,” you whisper, wishing nothing more than to get this poor guy out of here. “I wish there was something I could do to help,” Bucky nods, pursing his lips at the telltale signs of shoes in the hall just outside his cage. “I promise you Bucky, I’m gonna make the pain stop someday,” You let go of his hand as the door to the isolated room opens, putting your facade back on, wouldn’t want hydra knowing you’re a double agent.
“Everything’s been fixed,” you state, no hint of emotion in your voice. Pierce smiles at you, gripping your shoulder gently.
“You’ve been a good agent (Y/N), very good, nearly as good as the soldier himself,” You cast a glance at Bucky, noticing the way his eyes had taken up that reserved, cold demeanor once more.
“Now get out of here, you’re done for the day,” you give him a polite smile and nod, quickly exiting before they started clearing Bucky’s mind once again.
You tried to walk down the hall as fast as you could, desperate to get away from them, to go back to your safe house and decompress but no matter how fast you walked you couldn’t seem to escape Bucky’s haunting screams of pain.
You stayed with Hydra for months after that, always fixing up Bucky, checking some of his diagnostics, even training him a bit. Eventually you became so trusted in hydras eyes that they allowed Bucky to be free around you, no other guards needed. It was a huge mistake on their part, given you were already preparing a plan on how to get the two of you out of here.
“(Y/N),” Bucky states as he calmly wipes his knife of any blood, not even sparing a glance at the quivering mass of human on the floor.
"You’re thinking about breaking out, aren’t you?” You look up from your clipboard where you’d been measuring how accurately The asset could slit a throat.
“How did you-”
“That’s what you meant when you said you were gonna end my pain, right? You were gonna get me out of here?” You bite your lip, nodding hesitantly.
“I can help- I know where all the guards are, I know which halls are empty, I can tell you where it’s safe and were it isn’t,"
"You want to get out of here?”
“If it’s with you? Yes,” Bucky slides the knife back on a table, each chunk of wood covered in a weapon of sorts.
“Well?” You lean forward, setting your clipboard aside. “When do we wanna ditch this place?"
"You’re sure this is the right hall?” You ask Bucky as the two of you creep through the hydra base, making sure to be extra quiet.
“I know the layout of every hydra base on this earth, i know we’re in the right hall,” Bucky places his metal arm in front of you, stopping you dead in your tracks.
"Shhh,” the soldier warns, placing a finger to his lips. You close your moth, listening intently to whatever it was that had set Bucky off. You strain to hear but there was no mistaking the sound of heavy footfalls in some hall, evidence that now people were hunting you two down, and fast.
“Shit,” you whisper, fear bubbling within your chest.
“We have to run,” Bucky states coolly as he grabs your hand, yanking you down the hall.
“Stop them!” Someone down the hall yells and suddenly the footfalls are getting much, much closer.
You run just as fast as Bucky, your feet hitting the concrete below you with such force that you could feel your feet ache. The two of you round a corner, two big silver doors before you signaling your way out; you were so close.
"Almost there,“ Bucky encourages, not letting go of your hand for one second. You nod your head as you book it towards the exit, freedom so tantalizingly close that you could taste it. But suddenly a shot rang through the air and a crippling pain shot through your chest. With a sudden cry you drop to the ground, causing Bucky to nearly fall as well. His hand still grips yours as you use your free one to clutch at the hole in your chest, blood seeping between your fingers.
”(Y/N)-“ Bucky murmurs, more fear in his eyes than your ever seen before.
"Go,” you rasp, your body burning in pain as you speak. “Get out of here,"
"No,” Bucky growls as he almost effortlessly picks you up, pulling you to his chest. “I’m not leaving you behind,"
"Bucky, I’m- I’m dead weight at this point-” but Bucky doesn’t even give you a moment to finish before he’s booking it down the hall, only stopping to break the control
Panel to the doors. The doors slide open, revealing a few simple grounds, nothing much in sight except for the large black helicopter sitting just a few feet away from the base.
“It’s shield,” you rasp, pointing a finger to the copter. “We made it,"
"Soldier, I demand you stop!” An agent scream, guns firing shot after shot as they attempted to wound one of you.
“Are you motherfuckers getting in here or what?” Fury pokes his head out of the small space available for a door. “We don’t have all day,” Bucky rushes towards the helicopter, only stopping to hand you over to Steve’s embrace. Bucky quickly jumps in the copter and not even a second afterwards the pilot takes off, Nat, or a familiar red headed woman who Bucky could’ve sworn he’d seen before.
“Shit (Y/N),” Steve curses, his hands ripping open the front of your suit. “You got hit pretty bad,"
"I know,” you rasp, your chest aching in pain. “I told Bucky to just leave me behind but he refused,” Bucky nods, his gaze trained in on your face.
“We made it Bucky,” you reach up, grasping his metal hand a bit. “You’re safe now,” Bucky nods, lifting your hand to rub his cheek against it, a sweet gesture that had you melting on the inside.
~2 years later~
"Bucky!” You call out to your fiancée who seemed to be having trouble getting out of bed.
It’s been two tears since your days of hydra and things couldn’t be better, you had your own home, a nice one too, you didn’t have to worry about hydra breathing down your necks at all times, Bucky had finally gotten his memory back and he never, ever forgot you. Even when he’d forgotten his own name, or how is mother had died, he’d never forgotten you, just like he told you that fateful day. With a reminiscent smile you flip a pancake, hollering to Bucky once again.
“Bucky come on! I made pancakes and coffee!"
"I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” Bucky chuckles as he sleepily wipes at his eyes, his feet slowly but steadily carrying him to your side. He wraps his metal arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to
Your neck, his stubble tickling you softly.
“Thanks doll,” Bucky murmurs, causing you to giggle just a bit.
Bucky’s lips slip over to your scar, a good sized bullet hole that had scarred over, leaving behind bumpy, white flesh. “I’m going tux shopping with Steve today,” Bucky whispers, his lips still gently pressed to your skin. You hum softly as Bucky kisses his way back up your neck, stopping just below your ear. “But after that I thought we could go to that record store you wanted to look at,” you nod your head, a small smile working it’s way up to your lips.
“I’d love that,” Bucky hums this time as his free arm reaches out to play with the ring on your finger, a simple band, nothing too fancy, but simple and elegant.
“I love you,” Bucky murmurs against you, tucking his face back against your neck.
“I love you too Buck,” Bucky’s arm tightens around you as you flip a pancake, smirking proudly to yourself as you flipped it perfectly.
Bucky purses his lips in thought, a small humming noise issuing from the back of his throat.
“What’s on your mind?” You ask as you scoop more pancake batter onto the skillet, listening to the oils sizzle and pop.
“I was just thinking…can we have pancakes at the wedding?”
Warnings: A few swear words and the occasional dirty joke.
Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle x reader (best friends)
Summary: There’s a new superhero in Queens. A girl that goes by the name of Dragonfly, because she has dragonfly wings that enable her to fly and she can even fly at super speed, not to mention her incredibly attractive super strength, and she usually fights with a sword. She and Spider-Man don’t really hit it off at first but over time can they learn to share the city? And in the meantime Peter meets Michelle’s new friend who just moved to Queens and is now a student at Midtown High.
A/N: Hey guys! So I just saw Spiderman yesterday and I looovveed it! It was super good and I’d highly recommend watching it if you haven’t yet! I also came up with the idea for this fic from some inspiration I got from Wonder Woman so the reader is going to be super badass in this story and gives ol’ Spidey a run for his money. I hope you enjoy!
Peter quickly shot his webs and swung from lamp pole to lamp pole. It was the middle of the night and there were two hostage situations going on at two banks in town. The problem was that these guys and girls were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had recently been let off and were looking for revenge. This was already tough enough but he couldn’t be in two places at once. He could only hope that he would have enough time to save the hostages at both locations, or maybe Iron Man would go and help the others.
He arrived at the bank and snuck inside, not wanting to trigger the ex-agents to shoot the hostages. He made his way inside and then using his webs, shot all of the guns out of their hands. Once the guns were gone the hostages fled out of the building and the agents started attacking Peter. They got a few good hits on him, and the battle was pretty tough because these guys had skills but eventually Peter took them down. His eyes widened however when he saw one was talking to someone over a comms unit. “Kill ‘em.” He says with a smirk.
“No!” Peter shouts. Suddenly the ex-agent’s smirk fades. He turns and hears one of the reporters talking. “Karen turn on my enhanced hearing to listen in on the reporters.”
“Sure thing Peter.” She says and turns it on. Peter listens in.
“Tragedy was avoided tonight in Queens when our local hero Spiderman came and saved a crowded bank where people were being held hostage by ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Unfortunately two of these situations were going on at the same time, and it looks like Spiderman can’t be in two places at once.” If only that reporter knew how many times he wished he could be. “Thankfully it seems like a new hero has chosen this moment to come out of the shadows and is currently handling the other situation and saving countless lives as well.”
“Oh my God! There’s a new hero! I’ve got to meet them! Karen can you direct me to the other bank please!” Peter begs and happily bounces on his feet.
“Of course Peter.” She says and plots a course for him to go to the other bank to meet this new hero.
The blue-collar/white-collar demographic and cultural difference is probably astronomical in the Foundation. I mean, just look at what anyone in the Foundation is dealing with every day. A Site is not your average office building. The field agents probably have sticks up their asses about how they’re the ones that do all the dirty work and risk death or worse every day physically containing anomalies while the Site personnel walk around their clean white hallways and swipe their little keycards. The Site personnel probably hate how field agents constantly have dirty shoes and unkempt hair and swear loudly in meetings. These people are basically from different realms of the same workforce; they don’t even see each other unless they’re off the clock and living on-site with someone from whatever department, or the field agents are bringing in a contained anomaly and they have to interact for paperwork reasons. The only crossover field is being a guard in a containment wing or D-class cell block, but the other Site personnel just treat you like a field agent regardless because of what your job entails.
Man. So much potential content. So much to write about.
prompt from @onefootone: I lowkey want superfamily goes paint balling or something of the like, and it’s decided alex and maggie aren’t allowed on the same team, but it’s lowkey ike vasquez who kicks everyones ass.
You got it buddy.
So for reasons that should be obvious to anyone with a brain, the DEO has its own paintball facility for training and stress relief purposes. While billed to the government for training new agents, team building, and new weapons training, Director not-Henshaw often made the grounds available to agents looking to let loose a little, provided they brought their own ammo and filed the proper waivers with Pam in HR.
Both Maggie and Alex have an unhealthy obsession with firearms, and while Lucy can hold her own, the firing range isn’t exactly her preferred form of foreplay. But for Maggie’s birthday, Lucy could make an exception. She planned it on her own because Alex was a useless lesbian who, badass as she was in the field, caved at the slightest hint of dimples and big starry brown eyes. Lucy would have caved too, to be honest, but she’d spent the last two weeks in DC and emailed the forms back and forth with Pam.
Lucy even managed to line up some decent players. James convinced Winn to come. J’onn’s reluctance was always more about image, he was thrilled to spend time with his kids. Kara, of course, had to be reminded repeatedly that her powers were not allowed.
When Kara mentioned Lena was coming, Lucy had to scramble to find someone to balance out the teams, and Vasquez was the solution. Easy-peasy. At least she knew Vasquez wouldn’t accidentally shoot someone in the throat, which is more than she could say for Winn.
Weeks of preparation, and a freak snow storm in Ohio nearly ruined everything. But Lucy was a planner with Supergirl on speed dial, so she and her gear were on site with minutes to spare. Exhausted, and not nearly as paintball-chic as intended, but whatever, her girlfriends knew she was hot.
Alex pulls up with Maggie in a DEO SUV, Vasquez in the back, ready for the cross training exercise J’onn had ordered them to, completely surprised to see their friends geared up and ready to go. Vas takes their time getting out, gathering up everyone’s gear and all the extra ammo they had snuck in when Alex and Maggie were busy making out. Maggie and Alex hurried out, but made sure to throw an extra swing into their hips to greet Lucy.
James may have had to clear his throat to get their attention. May have.
It didn’t really work. Space Dad’s “Ladies, please,” had a little more effect.
They stepped apart anyway. Inches was apart, right?
Lucy smiled. “Happy birthday, Sawyer.”
“Wait, seriously?” Maggie narrowed her eyes. “You hate shooting things with us.”
“Yes, everyone here is aware you two are weird. That’s why rule number one is you two aren’t allowed to pair up. Rule number two is no alien super powers, Kara.”
“Hey! J’onn has powers!”
Lucy quirked an eyebrow and looked back over her shoulder, “J’onn doesn’t use them to check and see how far away his pizza guy is. No powers.”
“Any more rules?” Alex asked.
“No headshots, no throat shots, and no leaving the boundaries. Teams of two, last man or team standing wins.”
“Dibs on James,” said Maggie.
“Kara,” called Alex.
Lucy frowned, she had hoped Alex would be willing to protect Winn. “Winn.”
Vasquez looked a little peeved to have been left with their boss. Oh well, at least Vas wasn’t getting stuck with Winn, J’onn could at least shoot.
Pam was in the camera room with playback and the counter, because of course she wasn’t missing this. She had also come with the waiver Winn hadn’t signed because, face it, Schott, it’s your choice to come out here and get obliviated.
She wasn’t wrong. Kara knocked out Winn second after J’onn, who hadn’t put up much of a fight when Alex cornered him. Poor Vasquez.
Lucy, half up a tree and relying on her small stature to hide her, managed to nab a hulking James, who was not able to hide too easily amongst the smaller obstacles. She never saw the shot that took her out, or where it came from, but she certainly cursed loudly when it knocked her ten feet to the ground, paint staining the back of her black tee. Dutifully, Lucy raised her gun above her head and marched back to the hut where Pam and the rest of the losers kept watch on the cameras.
Lucy was stunned to see Kara go down next. There was no way she was abiding by the rules, her superhearing was second nature. Alex, creeping through the brush was next, getting clipped as she stepped out to take a shot at Maggie’s unprotected back.
Maggie turned at Alex’s cursing, diving just in time to avoid Vasquez’s shot. No matter what Winn and Pam did with the cameras, they couldn’t seem to find Vasquez on the map, even calculating possibly trajectories based off of Alex’s kill shot.
Maggie only lasted another five minutes, and Vas was already outside of the hut, cleaning their gear when she arrived and everyone piled out.
“What the fuck, Vas?”
“Sorry, birthday girl.” Vas smirked. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to pick the former sniper last?”
A/N: It’s here, part two to Drunken Mistakes. To be honest I thought that story was going to be terrible, but I stand corrected lol. I hope you all love this! (sorry it’s long and I feel like it’s trash lol)
**For anyone who doesn’t know the characters this website maybe useful - Link
Summary: Some cute fluff with absolutely no plot based on lyrics to LOVE by Nat King Cole (its such a cute, sweet song, you’ve probably heard it before).
TW: insecurities, low self confidence
L is for the way you look at me.
The sun was just making its first appearance when you woke up. You went to bed early the night before, the jet lag hitting you hard. You’d been in California for two months while filming a short film for a childhood friend of yours. When she called you, you knew you couldn’t say no even if you wanted. But now that you were back in New York, you could finally spend some time with your loved ones.
Like your boyfriend, Anthony.
You felt bad for leaving him all alone for two whole months. You both had never been apart for so long. Of course you’d kept in touch though. Phone calls during your breaks, Facetiming every few days. You didn’t have much of a chance to miss him because you were still talking to him almost every other day.
But that was what you loved about your relationship. Even when you were apart, you were together.
He felt you stir a bit under him, causing him to look down. When you woke up, you found his eyes trained on you. “Ya know,” You started quietly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, “Some people would consider that creepy.”
“Others would consider it cute.” He grinned. “Morning.”
You pecked his lips before attempting to roll out of bed. Anthony groaned and pulled you back down. You were always first to get up in the morning, but for once, he was determined to keep you in bed for awhile. He was selfish, in that way, he wanted you all to himself. Soft snores, messy hair, morning breath, and all. “You just got home, relax.”
“I did relax, for ten hours.” You chuckled. “We have to get up.”
“No, we don’t. It’s my day off, and you have nothing planned today. We can stay in bed all day.” He raised his brow suggestively, a stray hand traveling up and down your thigh.
“Not so fast!” You grabbed his hand on his trek back up your leg, moving to lay on his own. “I’m getting up-”
“Babe!” He groaned.
“To take a shower. Then I will come back and spend the day in bed with you. My wonderful, amazing boyfriend who I love so very much.”
“Is that your way of telling me I can’t join?”
You laughed and threw his arm from around your waist as he grinned at you. He moved to sit up against the headboard as you went to the closet to get a pair of panties and one of his T-Shirts. He smiled as you turned around with one of his old softball jerseys in hand. You held it up to your frame and posed, “What do you think?”
He looked at you, but didn’t reply. He just had this sort of gaze of admiration fixed on you. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked.
“No reason.” He said as you strolled back over to the bed. “I’m just realizing how much I really love you.”
O is for the only one I see.
“You are unbelievable!”
“What did I do?”
You stormed into your apartment and immediately stomped your way to the bedroom. You were inconceivably angry with your boyfriend for his behavior at the club. There was a beautiful redhead that was flirting, and, from what you saw, he seemed to enjoy the attention.
“Don’t act like you don’t know!”
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you go ask that redhead then?” You crossed your arms as Anthony ran a hand over his face. “You seemed to enjoy talking to her.”
“Will you calm down and let me explain?”
You pushed him away as he tried to walk towards you. Part of your mind knew you were being irrational, that you should sit down and talk this out. The other part just couldn’t stop seeing that girl with her hands all over him. You were seeing red, and so you weren’t thinking straight.
“What is there to explain, Ant?”
“She tried flirting with me, I told her I had a girlfriend, and she dropped it. We were just talking.”
“You really expect me to believe that?”
“Do you really think I’m lying to you?” A look of hurt spread across his face. “I love you more than anything on this earth and you think I’d throw it all away for another girl? For attention?”
“I just know that I saw you with another girl that -” Tears were filling your eyes at this point. You never meant to be this fragile with Anthony, but sometimes when you looked around, all you saw was competition. “A girl that was prettier than me, and smarter me.” You cried.
Your boyfriend hurt look turned into one of sympathy as he quickly took your crying frame in his arms. He cooed and rubbed small circles into your back, both of you standing in the middle of the bedroom for god knows how long. Suddenly, your feet were off the ground and Ant was carrying you to the bed.
He let you cry for as long as you needed to, promising that he wouldn’t leave you. Only when your crying turned into sniffles, did he speak, “Y/N, that redhead means absolutely nothing to me. None of the girls at that club could ever compare to you.” You cuddled into his side as he continued, absentmindedly playing with your hair all the while. “We could be standing in a room with Beyoncé and I’d still choose you.”
“Beyoncé?” You chuckled a bit through your final tears.
“In all her glory.” He pulled you closer with a playful grin. “And I would pick you a million times over. Ya know why? Because you are the only girl I see.”
He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you whispered an I love you. You both held each other in a comfortable silence for awhile. The only sound that broke the silence was your little sniffles. “Babe,” You started, “You know if I were in a room with you and Beyoncé, I’d choose Beyoncé.”
“You ruined the moment.”
V is very, very extraordinary.
“I don’t know if I’m gonna do it.”
“Do what? Play the role you’ve been dying to play since birth?” Ant asked incredulously.
Your agent had just called you an hour before with the great news. A new touring production of Rent was underway and the casting director all but offered you the role of Maureen.
Now, this should be a dream come true for you. You used to act this role out in your bedroom. You had practiced Take Me or Leave Me until your throat was sure. You were pretty sure your first words were ‘over the moon’. But you found yourself on the verge of turning it down.
“I mean, we just moved in together. You’re gonna be all alone for seven whole months.” You debated.
“Babe,” He said. “I am not your obligation. I’m here to support you through any and everything you choose to do.”
He wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you onto his lap. When he locked his fingers together on the other side, you placed your hands over his. You always loved when he did that. It made you feel secure. “You have wanted to be in Rent since you knew what Broadway was. Don’t put your dreams on hold on my account.”
“Why are you making so many excuses?” He chuckled.
You leaned backed with a surprised look, wondering why he was being so chill in that moment. On the inside, you were freaking out because how could he know you that well. Nobody had ever been able to tell when something was up with you.
Ant, however, could read you like a book.
He could see the fear written all over your face. He knew that something else had to be up with you. There was no way that you would ever turn down a role like this for him. There had to be another reason.
“I’m not making excuses.”
“You are though, babe.”
“I’m just worried about us.”
“No, you’re not. You know that I love you more than anything and I’m not going anywhere, so what is it?”
You sighed under his knowing gaze, leaning forward on his shoulder. “What if I can’t do it? I mean, I have to live up to Idina Menzel, for god’s sake. How am I supposed to do that?”
He began rubbing your back in small circles, something he knew would soothe you. “By being you. You will be the best Maureen that you can be, and people will love you because of it. Nobody wants to see the same person playing the same role all the time. You’ll bring something new to the role. That’s what theatre is all about.”
You knew he was right. The fear inside you had been building up since your agent called. But with a pep talk and cuddles from Anthony, your fear seemed to evaporate. You loved that he could do that for you. You didn’t know, but you could do that for him, too. All of his fears melted with just a word from you.
“Why are you so wise? You’re like three months older than me.” You asked with a giggle.
“It’s a gift.”
“You know I’ll be flashing my ass every night.”
“Don’t ruin this.”
E is even more than anyone that you adore.
Anthony had just given his toast to you at your birthday party when you were pulled aside to try various different cakes that Reneé insisted he bought for your surprise party. Daveed, Lin, and Ant simply chuckled as you looked to them for help as she dragged you away.
“You really got a good one, man.” Lin said, lightly nudging Anthony.
“I know.” He sighed dreamily. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
“I never thought I’d have to ask you this,” Daveed started, lowering his voice, “But when are you gonna put a ring on her finger? Girls like Y/N don’t come around all the time.”
“And if you let her go, you’re a fucking fool.” Lin added as he took a sip of champagne.
“I’m not that stupid. I got the ring this afternoon.” Anthony whispered.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
He looked at you from across the room as Pippa wiped a bit of frosting onto your nose. You laughed that magnificent laugh of yours, a sound Anthony could imagine through the loud music that was playing. When you turned and saw him staring, you made a face, and he chuckled. “I’m waiting for the right moment.” He told them.
“Well, take it from someone with experience.” Lin said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’ll know when the right moment comes. Just be ready.”
Hours later, when the house was void of any more party guests and all the leftovers were being put into containers, you walked into the kitchen. Ant turned, saw you, and stopped what he was doing. “I put you to bed two hours ago.” He chuckled. “You should rest. I’ll clean up.”
“If you’re not gonna sleep, I’m not gonna sleep.”
“It’s your birthday, Y/N.”
“It was my birthday. It’s past midnight.” You said. You walked over to the counter and began placing some of the food into empty containers. “If it were still my birthday, I would agree to you doing all the work, but since it’s not, I’m here to help.” You said playfully.
Anthony shook his head with a chuckle and got back to work, “Were you this stubborn when we met?”
As you both laughed and continued to put the leftovers away, Ant began to stare. Suddenly, he realized this was what he wanted. He wanted to be able to wake up at three o'clock in the morning and share moments like this with you. He never wanted the domestic sort of life before you, but now he wanted whatever life brought his way as long as you were with him.
He was so stupidly in love with you. And he knew that this was the moment.
“Y/N.” You looked up only to look down again at the beautifully diamond ring in front of you. “Marry me.”
With tears in your eyes, you laughed, “It took you long enough.”
Soon enough, you both were in bed, bare bodies cuddled against each other in an attempt to sleep. Neither of you could; you were both too excited.
“Hey.” Ant whispered for your attention, causing you to look up. “You know I love you, right?”
You nodded with a smile and pressed a kiss to his chest, looking up at him innocently, “More than I love Beyoncé?”
“Yes, honey, more than that.” He chuckled. “Way more than that.”
Request: Can you do a wanda maximoff x reader where you’re an ex Hydra experiment who finally escapes captivity after years and you have the power of super speed and controlling the elements/weather and the avengers come looking for you to help and you attack them out of anger for not saving you sooner but your hood comes off and Wanda recognizes you as her best friend from her Hydra days and manages to calm you down please
Running. You were running down long, white, worn down hallways that were all too familiar as a red light flashed and an alarm blared through the building. This was your chance, keep running. Your bare feet hit the floor rapidly, while Hydra agents are on your tail as you take multiple turns trying to find a way out. You’re still running when a group of agents appear in front of you with big guns and you hear them yelling at you to stop.
You take a deep breath and time, through your eyes, instantly slows down around you as you barrel through the agents at the speed of light. You stop, glancing behind you seeing them hit the surrounding walls with such force as blue electricity pops in the air. You don’t stare for too long before running once again but no matter where you go, you can’t seem to find an exit.
It wasn’t long before you ran into more agents in full combat gear and they surround you with guns meant to kill if needed. You stand eying the agents when you hear the shot of a gun and suddenly energy convulses through your body as you fall harshly to the ground.
You’re weakly laying on the ground as they slowly approach you, only causing your anger to grow. “You thought you could escape but you never will. You’re only a number, an experiment.” You hear one of the agents taunt and you feel anger building up as your hands begin to smoke.
“That’s where you are wrong.” You growl out before a burst of adrenaline fills your veins and you jump up, attacking the closest agent as fire and the sound of gunshots and screaming fills the air.
Wanda sighs as she lazily sits on her bed with her guitar in hand. She strums it mindlessly, beautiful melody filling the room as her mind wanders. She thinks of her days at Hydra, memories as a child, Pietro, and of you. You were her best friend when you were in Hydra’s hands and she lost contact with you after Ultron.
She wanted to go back for you after everything, especially after losing Pietro. You two were all she had left and now you both were gone. She regretted not looking for you, it honestly pained her but she didn’t know where you were and figured Hydra transported you elsewhere. She mentioned it several times to the Avengers but until they got a hit on you or your location it would be nearly impossible to find you.
Wanda stops her strumming, a sadness filling in her bones as she stares numbly at the wall when an abrupt knocking causes her to jump. She sets down her guitar, walking to her door before pulling it open revealing Steve.
“Hey, we got a new mission. It’s all hands-on deck.” Wanda nods, quickly grabbing her signature red jacket before following Steve to the quinjet. Everyone is already on and she sits next to Clint as the jet takes off and Steve begins to debrief. “We got a hit on a new Hydra location in northern Canada. It’s supposed to be one of the biggest locations. Our mission is to infiltrate the building, clear out the agents and get important intel. There was supposedly an enhanced being tested there but we can’t be sure so, be prepared.”
Everyone nods in agreement as Steve continues giving small details about the location but Wanda can’t seem to bring herself to focus. Her mind clouded with other things. She feels a small nudge to her side and she turns, seeing Clint’s worried face.
“You alright?” Clint questions and Wanda merely nods her head, sending a forced smile.
“Yes, just a bit tired. I’ll be okay.” Wanda lies and Clint nods but still keeps his concerned expression.
“Okay, just making sure.” Clint states plainly but Wanda knows it has a deeper meaning than how it sounds and she grins.
About 15 minutes later, Steve stands along with Tony. “We’re here. Be ready.” Everyone stands from their seat, weapons in hand as the jet lands and quickly, the hatch door opens. Tony quickly flies out while the rest of the team begin to rush out towards the Hydra base. Natasha, Clint, Bruce and Wanda are in an armored vehicle, Steve is on his motorcycle while Thor and Tony are flying.
The whole team becomes suspicious on the lack of agents surrounding the base when Tony’s voice comes over the comms. “I think someone might have beat us to the base.”
“What do you mean?” Steve pushes as he and the team easily enter through the security gates but his question is answered when black smoke and flames are seen rising up from the exits. The team stares dumbstruck on what could have happened since the base was intact when they got the ‘okay’ to storm it.
Suddenly, the blue sky begins to quickly fill with dark clouds, thunder and lightning as rain begins to fall and without hesitation the team turns to Thor, who immediately puts his hands up in surrender. “It’s not me, I swear.”
Before anyone can comment, one of the base doors flies off its hinges revealing you. The team watches as you stumble out of the Hydra base and they can tell instantly, you’re not a Hydra agent. You were the enhanced.
You take a deep breath, relishing in the smell of fresh air as the rain soaks your clothing when your eyes set on the superheroes in front of you. You instantly identify the man in the patriotic uniform along with some of the others and you automatically know these are the Avengers.
Steve takes a hesitant step forward but you match it with your own. “We’re here to help. It’s okay.” Steve assures but you shake your head angrily as the wind begins to pick up and the team stands ready to fight.
“I don’t need your help. Where were you when I needed your help a long time ago?” You spit as you hit the ground with your foot, causing the earth to shake.
The team struggles to keep upright and you use your super speed to run through them, efficiently knocking them all over the place. As they recover, they begin to shoot at you but you’re too fast as you easily avoid their bullets and arrows. Tony sends a blast your way but you easily avoid it, before sending a gush of wind downwards causing him to hit the ground with a crunch.
Your hood falls off from the wind but you don’t notice and Wanda’s eyes widen with shock at the sight of you, her best friend. You were alive and had enhancements like her but you were attacking her friends… family. She had to stop you.
You were beginning to form a giant ball of fire within your hands, ready to throw it at Tony when she calls out to you, wrapping her powers over your hands to stop you. “(Y/N), stop!” She watches as you immediately freeze at the name and you turn towards her with confusion but your face drops when you recognize her.
“Wanda?” You whisper out and a small smile pulls at the corner of her lips.
“Yes, yes, it’s me. It’s okay, you’re safe.” Wanda chuckles happily and a smile begins to spread across your face until Clint and Natasha come around, weapons pointed straight at you and you rapidly turn, fire burning a brighter orange ready to defend yourself.
“Wanda, step back!” Clint growls as the rest of the Avengers appear and Wanda panics before standing protectively in front of you.
“No! You’re scaring (Y/N). They won’t hurt anyone just put your weapons down.” Wanda announces desperately and everyone reluctantly lowers their weapons.
Wanda releases the breath she was holding before turning to you, who has guilt and fear written clear on your face as your fire diminishes. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt anyone. It’s just these powers… there are so many, I just wanted to get out…” You ramble sadly as memories with Hydra begin to flood your mind and Wanda grabs you into a bone crushing hug.
“It’s okay, draga. You’re safe, I got you. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t find you sooner.” Wanda apologizes as she squeezes you harder, never wanting to let you go and you do the same.`
“I missed you so much.” You mutter into her shoulder and she nods.
WITNESS STATEMENT FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CASE NO.: 13-8265014-99
DATE: 26 JULY 1999 TIME: 6:07PM TAKEN BY: AGENT WILKINS METHOD: TRANSCRIPTION - RECORDED INTERVIEW
[AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION BEGINS AT 6:07PM]
Agent Wilkins: Could you please begin with spelling your name?
Diane: D-I-A-N-E E-L-I-Z-A-B-E-T-H K-A-U-F-M-A-N
Agent Wilkins: Thank you. Now, Ms. Kaufman, you called in and left a message for me stating that you had information for us regarding a missing person’s case.
Diane: Yes, sir, I did. Miss Scully lives in my building, she’s my neighbor.
Agent Wilkins: I have here in my file that we were unable to reach you when making our initial rounds for witnesses.
Diane: I was out of town visiting my daughter in Florida. I just arrived home last night, and got caught up with the 6’oclock news. [sniffles] Poor dear. She was such a sweet woman.
Agent Wilkins: Would you like a tissue?
Diane: Oh, no, thank you. [sniffles] I’ll be alright.
Agent Wilkins: I don’t mean to pressure you, ma’am, but you said that you had information.
Diane: Right, of course. Well, um, I suppose it started a few months ago. Miss Scully had a man hanging around her apartment.
Agent Wilkins: I see. Did you recognize this man?
Diane: I’d seen him a time or two. But he started coming around more recently, stalking like one of those predators you see on Forensic Files, you know the ones. They follow their victims for months on end before finally kidnapping them, doing unspeakable things to the poor women before killing them and leaving their bodies on the side of the road.
Agent Wilkins: Miss Kaufman, could you tell me more about this man?
Diane: For one thing, I’m quite positive that he copied her key to let himself in when she wasn’t home.
Agent Wilkins: I’m sorry, copied her key?
Diane: Yes, the key to her apartment.
Agent Wilkins: I’m aware of what you meant. Ma’am, would you be able to describe what this man looks like?
Diane: Let’s see. He’s tall, not too tall but definitely not short. I’d say he’s at least six feet, with dark hair. I wouldn’t say he’s italian kind of dark and handsome, his hair is more brown than it is black. His nose is too large for him to be italian. Jewish maybe?
Agent Wilkins: [pulls photo from folder, places on table] Could this be the man you’re referring to?
Diane: Yes, yes, I believe that’s him!
Agent Wilkins: Please let the record state that Ms. Kaufman is positively identifying Special Agent Fox Mulder as the perpetrator.
Diane: [gasps] Oh my heavens! Another agent is behind her kidnapping?
Agent Wilkins: Ma’am, Special Agent Mulder is also listed as a missing persons in this case-
Diane: But he had her key duplicated!
Agent Wilkins: We will check with Mr. Spalding, but I feel that I am safe in assuming that Agent Scully provided Agent Mulder the key of her own volition.
Diane: Agent Wilkins, is it? You weren’t there, you didn’t see the way he looked- wait, I’m sorry. Mr. Spalding?
Agent Wilkins: Yes, ma’am.
Diane: Who’s that? And why would you check with him?
Agent Wilkins: Because he’s the superintendent of your building. He would have the information documented of Agent Scully requesting another key.
Diane: No, our super is Handy Man Mike. Michael Carlson.
Agent Wilkins: Ms. Kaufman, are you saying Kevin Spalding isn’t the new superintendent?
Diane: That’s exactly what I’m saying! I just talked to Mike a few weeks ago, he fixed my kitchen sink. He never said anything about leaving, or getting a new job or anything.
Agent Wilkins: And what about Kevin Spalding?
Diane: I’ve never heard that name before, never in my life.
Agent Wilkins: Ms. Kaufman, could we continue this at another time- [phone rings] Wilkins. Yeah, check him out. I don’t care that we interviewed him already- wait a second. Ms. Kaufman?
Agent Wilkins: Thank you for your time. Agent Rosen is right outside the door, and she’ll see you to the exit.