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Heroes and Villains ~ Part 1 ~ Hero Academy

Originally posted by maosdaily

Warnings: Bullies; meeting new people; language

Pairings: Steve X Reader; Wanda X Reader; Daisy X Reader; Deadpool X Reader

Word Count: 2694



Reader’s POV

“Dad! I can’t find my tie!” I yell down the hall as I rush through the upstairs looking for my new tie that was a requirement to wear at my new school. I was still super excited, and a slight bit nervous, as I remember the call from Director Fury, Aka my dad’s boss, asking me to attend the prestigious Hero Academy.

“Look in the laundry room!” My father, Agent Phil Coulson, replies from the kitchen where he was undoubtedly making me a good luck omelet. I let out a heavy sigh as I slide down the banister only to slide smack dab into my, adopted, older sister Daisy.

“Holy crap (Name)!” She cries out as she quickly catches herself before she falls to the ground. Me, she let fall, guess you could call it a lesson in being careful. As I fall to the floor I rub my butt and wince in pain. I glance up to see her in full Hero Academy Uniform and smile. She chuckles before holding her hand out to me, “Here let me help you.”

“Thanks,” I reply taking her hand and letting her pull me to my feet.

“Oh, if you’re looking for your tie; it’s around your neck.” She replies biting her lip to keep from laughing. I groan inwardly as I reach up and indeed find my tie tied to my neck. “Calm down, I know you’re nervous. I was too my first day.”

“Yeah, and you almost caused the school to collapse from an earthquake.”

“I gave you a clear description of what not to do on your first day, so, you know, there ya go.” She says with a chuckle and I roll my eyes.

“You two get in here, breakfast is done.” Dad yells out and we both quickly run to the kitchen and jumping into our seats start to fight for the bacon. “Alright you two, there’s enough to go around.” He chides and we both stop. Daisy was only a year older than me so we got along really well, especially since neither of us really knew our mothers. “So (Name), did Fury email you your class schedule?”

“Yup,” I reply as I finish chewing a piece of bacon. “Homeroom is with Professor Pym, from there it’s History of Mutants with Wolverine, Anatomy of Mutants with Professor Pym, Calculus with Vision, then a nice lunch before Gym with May, then English with Professor McCoy,  and lastly is Foreign and Ancient Languages with the goddess Freya, before they let everyone go for clubs.”

“Damn that’s a lot, they only classes I have are the basics with the addition of gym and Inhuman abilities 101.”

“I’m as surprised as you.” I say as I reach up and scratch the back of my neck. “But then again being a mutant has its advantages.”

“No ganging up on me you two, I may not have any Super powers but I’m still your dad.” Phil says making Daisy and I smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, we know the rules Coulson.” Daisy says as she looks at her cell phone before her eyes widen. “Crap! We’re gonna be late!” She yells out as she grabs some last pieces of bacon before instantly racing toward the door. I grab a couple myself as I run over to the door and slipping into my designated academy loafers I grab my backpack and with a quick wave to Phil we race out the door and down the street toward school. “We’re not gonna make it!” Daisy yells and I groan inwardly.

“Grab on!” I yell out as I hold out my hand to her. She instantly takes it and with as much strength I can muster I jump sending us soaring into the sky. Oh did I forget to mention I can fly? Yeah, that’s right, I can fly.

Let’s go back a little bit to delve into my mysterious history. My father is Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD. My mother is unknown, he never speaks about her and I have no pictures; however I inherited my mutant genes from her. I’m telekinetic, I can fly, and I have super strength. To sum it all up, I’m a Hines 57 of superpowers. Out of all my powers though, flying is my favorite.

“(Name), I can tell you’re reminiscing up there but I kinda think you passed the school.” Daisy calls out and I shake my head as I realize I had in fact passed the school.

“Oops! My bad!” I call back as I turn around and speed back to the school gates. Reaching them I slow down and gently set Daisy down before I land softly on my feet. Daisy glances at her cell phone and lets out sigh of relief as she says, “Made it, and with fifteen minutes to spare.”

“I know, I’m just that good.” I reply jokingly making her roll her eyes.

“Come on, I’ll show you where your homeroom is.” She says and I nod as I follow after her.

“LOOK OUT!” I hear someone yell and turning see a soccer ball flying towards us and I instantly reach out and grab it stopping it just inches from my face. “Sorry about that, some people don’t know their own strength.” A young dark skinned boy says as he smiles apologetically at me.

“Its fine,” I say as I toss the soccer ball back to him.

“Hey Falcon; why don’t you tell the other soccer nuts to watch where they’re kicking their balls?” Daisy says as she folds her arms over her chest.

“Will do, we’ll try to be more careful next time.” He says more to me and I nod.

“Thanks,” I reply as I nod sheepishly.

“See ya around Daisy!” Falcon calls out to my sister as he runs back over to the soccer field. I turn back to her and she just shakes her head as she says, “Falcon’s a good guy; the other soccer nuts however get on my nerves.”

“Falcon? Is that his actual name?” I ask as we reach the academy double front doors.

“His real name is Sam Wilson; his codename is Falcon, just like mine is Quake.”

“Where do you get your names?” I ask and she shakes her head while sighing.

“(Name) you really don’t want to know the answer to that question.”

“DAISY!” I hear a female name call out and I turn to see a girl with long blonde hair jogging up to us.

“Hey Bobbi!” Daisy calls back waving to her friend, “I’ll be there I a sec.” She turns back to me and says, “That’s Bobbi, or Mockingbird if you wanna use her codename.”

“Bobbi’s easier to remember,” I say as I smirk at my sister.

“Same here.” Daisy leads me up the stairs to the third floor. At the top she turns right and leads me about three doors down before she says, “This is Professor Pym’s classroom. If you need anything just send me a text. I’ll try not to collapse the building getting to you.”

“Thanks Daisy,” I reply as I walk into the room to already see some people inside. Looking around I find an empty seat in the back next to the window and make a beeline for it. I wasn’t very social. In fact I was extremely antisocial. At my last school I didn’t have any friends and I was constantly bullied for being a mutant. Of course I never retaliated against any of them, for one I could kill them with a single punch, it just wouldn’t be worth it. As I sit down I glance out the window to see a single solitary young man in the villain’s plain black uniform sitting with his back propped against the fence.

I tilt my head as I find myself unable to look away from him. His shaggy brown hair was waving gently in the breeze. I couldn’t see his face but I found myself wanting too. “I wouldn’t stare too long if I were you.” I hear a female with a Russian accent say and I turn to see a young girl with long brown hair sitting in front of me.

“Oh?” I ask as I glance back toward the fence

“You may get in trouble with Principle Fury; you see we’re not allowed to have anything to do with them.”

“I read the pamphlet,” I say pulling my eyes away from him and back to her. “It never did say why though.”

“No one really knows,” She replies as she wiggles her hands making a book appear from within her bag. “I’m Wanda by the way,”

“(Name), (Name) Coulson.” I reply as I hold my hand out to her. She looks down at it for a moment before replying, “So you are Daisy’s sister, there is not much resemblance.”

“That’s because we’re not blood related.” I reply as I reach into my bag and pull out my cell phone.

“Well, welcome to Hero Academy (Name); if you need anything, just ask.” She says with a smile and I nod.

“Thank you,” I reply feeling deep down that I might have made a friend.

“LOOK OUT!” I hear a voice yell and I turn right as a guy wearing a red and black suit lands hard on my desk. My eyes widen as I glance down at him. “Oh, hi there!” He replies his focus turning to me as he rolls over onto his side. “The names Deadpool; registered badass; what’s yours?”

“(Name),” I reply smirking at him.

“Wade, get off her desk!” Wanda orders as she waves her hand sending him immediately to the other side of the room.

“Aw Wanda; why you gotta ruin my fun.” Deadpool replies as he picks himself up off the floor and walking back over sits down at the desk beside me. He lifts up the bottom of his mask to reveal that his skin is covered in burn scars before he smiles at me. “So, (Name), how you liking the whole hero experience so far?”

“Wade, class hasn’t even started yet; give the girl a break.” I hear another male say and look to the right to see a blonde guy wearing a purple undershirt under his uniform jacket and twirling a drumstick. “The names Clint,” He says as he walks over and plops down in front of Deadpool.

“(Name),” I reply as I offer him a polite smile.

“Alright you hooligans, time to get school started,” Professor Pym calls as he walks into the room making all the students scamper off to their reserved seats.

“We’ll talk after class,” Clint says and I nod. He quickly turns around in his seat and I squint as I notice that he has hearing aids in his ears. I turn back to the window and once again glance at the mystery man setting alone against the fence. I prop my head up on my hand as I tune my ears into Pym’s lesson but my eyes remain focused on the mystery man.


The first few hours went by smoothly with each class beginning with me having to introduce myself over and over again. Most of the so called heroes either ignored me, while some stared at me with snobbish eyes. I let out a sigh of relief as the lunch bell rings. Walking down to the cafeteria I grab my food and look around for Daisy but didn’t see her anywhere. “(Name) over here!” I hear Clint’s voice call out and I turn to see him setting with Wanda and Deadpool along with a couple others I didn’t recognize.

Making my way over I accidentally bump into a girl with long auburn hair. “I’m sorry!” I reply as I quickly take a step back away from her.

“Are you kidding me?!” She yells out as she wipes some spaghetti sauce off of her green vest. “This is Armani!”

“I… I said I was sorry.” I say sheepishly as I try to back away.

“Hey Jean she said she was sorry,” I hear Deadpool say and I look up to see him now standing between us.

“Whatever,” she replies as she stomps away angrily. I mentally kick myself as I stare off in her direction.

“Don’t worry about her (Name), come on; follow me.” Deadpool says as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me over to the table where he was sitting. “You already know Clint and Wanda.” He says and I nod. “Well from left to right we have Peter, Matt, and Natasha.”

“Nice to meet you all.” I say as I offer a small wave.

“Nice to meet you too.” Matt says offering me a soft smile.

“Come on you can sit next to me.” Deadpool says as he pulls on my arm making me drop down into the seat next to him.

“Wade…” Natasha warns and he holds his hands up. “So (Name), if you don’t mind me asking; what’s your super power?”

“I have a few,” I reply as I reach out and take the apple from my tray.

“Like more than one?” Clint asks curiously and Natasha skips him on the back of the head as she says, “That’s what a few means jackass.”

“It’s okay,” I reply smirking, “Um let’s see, I have super strength, I can fly, and I’m telekinetic.”

“Oh me too!” Wanda calls out excitedly. “Well that including a few more dark and sinister things.”

“We’re human,” Natasha calls pointing from Matt to herself to Clint.

“Natasha is a Russian super spy, while Clint is an excellent marksman, and well I can see very well for being a blind man.” Matt says summing the three of them up.

“Is that all?” I say joking making Natasha smirk and say, “I like her.”

“And Pete here was bit by a radioactive Spider.” Deadpool says laying his head on Peter’s shoulder.

“Get off Wade!” Peter says a smirk covering his lips as he shakes Deadpool off.

“Okay, is your name Wade or Deadpool?” I ask the question suddenly boring a hole into me.

“His name is Wade, you can call him that.” Clint says as he tosses a tater tot at Wade.

“So Deadpool is his codename then?” I ask and Clint nods.

“Mine’s Hawkeye; Nat’s is Black Widow; Peter’s is Spider-man; Matt’s is Daredevil; and Wanda’s in Scarlett Witch.” Clint says and I smirk.

“Those are awesome.” I reply as I look around at all of them.

“Don’t worry you’ve got gym after this right?” Wanda asks and I nod. “I’m sure Cap will come up with something.”

“Cap?” I ask tilting my head to the side.

“Someone say my name?” I hear a deep voice say and I turn toward it to see a tall muscular guy with sandy blonde hair standing at the edge of the table with a bright perfect smile on his face.

“Yes,” Clint says as he catches his attention. “Steve this is (Name), (Name) this is Steve; otherwise known as Captain America.”

“Nice to meet you (Name),” He says offering me his hand along with a warm smile.

“Likewise Steve,” I reply as I take his hand and give it a firm shake.

“May I sit down?” He asks and I nod as I slowly slide closer to Wade who nonchalantly leans his head onto my shoulder making me chuckle. “Fury and Coulson have told me a lot about you.” Steve continues and I smile.

“You know my dad?”

“Coulson’s your dad?!” Wade exclaims making the huge cafeteria go quiet.

“Yeah, Wade, hence her last name is Coulson.” Wanda says flicking her wrist making Wade smack himself. As the cafeteria starts to bustle again Steve starts to talk to me about what my father has told him about me. It seemed like my father liked to brag, a lot, about me and Daisy. Steve was nice, and his friendliness didn’t come off as forced, in fact none of the people here at this table seemed to have any problem at all with making a new friend; and for that I was thankful.

Will Continue in ~ One Joke Too Far


“I can’t find them.” Cas’s words are accompanied by the steady drip of water that streams from his soaking clothes.

Dean and Sam look up from their respective books, eyes going wide when they see the drenched angel.

“Dude,” Dean says slowly. “What happened to you?”

“Can’t find who?” Sam adds.

“Y/n.” Cas shakes his head, sending droplets flying everywhere. “I’ve been searching all day.”

“Searching where, the bottom of the friggin’ ocean?” 

“Yes.” Reaching down, Cas attempts to wring the water out of his tie, making a puddle on the library floor. “I also searched four mountain ranges, two deserts, and several questionable areas in New Jersey.”

Sam frowns. “Why didn’t you just call?”

“I tried that,” Cas replies, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “The robotic woman that answered kept asking me to leave a voicemail.”

“And did you?”

“Yes. Seventeen of them.”

The boys fall silent when they hear the telltale metallic creaking of the bunker door swinging open. There are footsteps on the wrought iron staircase, and then your familiar form appears in the doorway. You have a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and are smiling brightly, but your expression falters when you see Cas.

“Cas?” You set your bag down on the table. “What are you doing here? And why are you soaking wet?”

Crossing the room in three long strides, Cas wraps your arms around you in a fierce, albeit wet, hug. Then he pulls away, holding you at arms length. “Where have you been?” he demands. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“I told you, I got together with some friends from college this weekend. We talked about it last week, remember?”

He tilts his head. “Why weren’t you answering your phone?”

“Cell service was crap,” you reply. “And then I forgot my charger, so it died pretty quickly.”

“So you were not in any danger?”

Laughing, you shake your head, wiping a few drops of water from off of his brow. “Just of drinking too much.”

“I … see.” Cas looks down at his shoes.

Sliding your hands up his chest, you lace your fingers behind his neck. “I’m sorry I worried you. I should’ve reminded you I’d be gone.”

His hands automatically come to rest on your hips, warm through the fabric of your shirt. “I should not have reacted quite so drastically.”

“Well…” You stretch up on tiptoe and give him a light kiss. “It’s kind of sweet when you worry.”


Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

Word count: 975

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Sorry for the crap cell phone picture but, I got this tattoo last October and completely forgot to show you guys! I hope you guys love it as much as I do.

(The lighting really doesn’t do it justice – in the sunlight it looks like an actual burn. Some people THINK it’s an actual burn, the artist did a damn good job on it!)

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Pretty sure the charger is packed away, so have a crap cell phone pic. After the move next weekend, I’ll have an actual snek room and some nice lighting (finally!) to take updated pics of everyone and the new enclosures.

This here is Graf. Got him from Inland Reptiles and he’s a banana/lesser/?. The guy wasn’t confident enough to confirm whether he was also pastel or vanilla (mother had both genes), but he’s sending me the lineage after the expo’s over and maybe time will tell. :P

I was also very tempted by a wee sunglow, but I still have my heart set on a Crispy BCL someday, so my boa grabby hands are waiting.