even though time was the only one who believed bruce was alive

Dating Wonder Woman would include...

The only headcanons I wrote was about Wolverine (here), and since I never received any other requests about head canons…I’m very glad to write another one with Wonder Woman yo ! Though I’m not sure I’m doing it right, I made it way longer than most headcanons I saw around I think, and also cut it in more than one part…I hope it’s ok. So here we go, hope you’ll like it

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How you met, how you two fell in love, the first “I love you” : 

✶ You first met Diana when your brother, Bruce aka the goddamn Batman, dragged you to the Justice League’s Watchtower (against your will). You were already a Gotham’s vigilante just like him, the next big step was obviously the League, though you didn’t like the idea of being in a little “super club”…

✶ You quickly changed your mind when you met Diana though. She’s the first one who talked to you, and though your brother told you many things about the Mighty Wonder Woman, you weren’t impressed. 

✶ That’s what made her fall in love with you. Because you accept her just as she is. And you couldn’t care less about the fact that she’s a Princess, or one of the most powerful being on Earth.

✶ The way you’re never afraid to tell people what you think, even if sometimes it’s almost rude, is also another reason she fell for you. She loves the fact that you’re independent, and don’t take anyone’s shit, including hers. You keep her grounded when she gets a bit too cocky or something. 

✶ Another thing that made her fall for you : even though you went through a lot of bad things during your life, you always saw the bright side of everything, and Diana understood why Bruce always referred to you as his “personal sunshine”. You didn’t have any super-power, but hey, the ability to make anyone (even the Batman) smile and laugh was even better. 

✶ Your brother shipping you two even before you started to both flirt with each other like crazy. 

✶ Your brother calling you “an idiot” when you decide to not reciprocate the flirting after a while, afraid to bring her in your chaotic life. “She’s Wonder Woman, as if anything could actually hurt her”. 

✶ Diana being somewhat depressed while your avoiding her…And the League having an “intervention” to convince your stubborn ass to talk to her again. 

✶ You not resisting for very long, because…Well, she’s Diana Prince, and if you’re honest with yourself, you’ve been in love with her ever since you first met. Her not being even remotely mad at you for your sudden coldness toward her, on the contrary, being over the moon because you finally came back.

✶ Your brother giving you relationship advices : basically, do the opposite of what he would do. Best advice ever. 

✶ Becoming very close from each other because it seems you two are just hand made for each other. Conversation is always flowing just right, you don’t always agree with each other but always listen etc etc…A match made in heaven. 

✶ Diana knew she was doomed and totally in love with you the day you punched your brother AND Superman in the face because they dared to say you needed protection. “If I can punch you two idiots without you stopping me, then clearly, I’m fine without protection !”. Yup, she was definitely doomed.

✶Her knowing you hate when people protect you, but not being able to not do it…and you letting her protect you, because you love her, and if it can make her happy, then so be it. 

✶ Surprisingly, she’s the one that said “I love you” first…Right before what should have been a “suicide mission”. Needless to say it gave you a reason to fight like Hell to have the chance to tell her you love her too. 

✶ You never even had time to tell her, as when the battle was finished, and you two were still alive, she crashed her lips on yours. The rest of the League applauded when you were finally able to whisper, breathless : “I love you too D”

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someone’s gonna die in infinity war and I don’t think there’s an easy way out of this one.

If Tony dies, Peter had to deal with losing yet another father figure in his life, and this kid is only 15. He will lose the man he’s considered an idol since he was tiny. He will lose the man who gave him the chance to truly become a superhero. Pepper will lose her boyfriend/fiancé/husband/whatever. She’ll probably feel guilty if they’re not married and even worse if they are. Their relationship has been rocky from the start and she’ll suddenly regret everything she’s done to hurt that man. Happy will lose someone who is arguably his best friend and employer, leaving him with either a job at SHIELD or nothing. Despite them always being at odds with each other, they’re good friends. Steve will lose a man who, although they fought, was one of his closest friends. It will be devastating for him and the rest of the team, no doubt. Rhodey will also lose one of his best friends.

If Steve dies, Bucky will lose his best friend all over again and may not even realize just what’s happening until it’s all over, depending on the scenario in which it happens. Tony will lose a man he’s constantly poked fun at (and always been jealous of) and will regret pushing his buttons constantly. He’ll gain the guilt of another death on his hands and probably wallow in it. Natasha will lose one of the few people who doesn’t seem to hate her and has actually attempted to bond with her. Sam will lose a man he’s grown so close to, a man who he assumed he’d never lose.

If Peter dies (and he better not fuck around with that shit), everyone will be devastated, especially if they’re aware of how young he is. May will lose the son she never really had and the only person she has left anymore. Ned will lose his best friend before he even graduates high school. Tony will lose the kid he’s been trying to raise, trying to make better than him. He’ll have to deal with the immense guilt of letting a fifteen year old kid fight in a war against a intergalactic criminal and getting him killed.

If Clint dies, Natasha will lose the closest person to her. The only person she’s really been able to bond with. The person she’s shared impossible experiences with, ones she’ll never be able to relive. His family will lose a father and a husband, one who tried to get out of this life only to be yanked right back in.

If Natasha dies, Clint will lose the woman he’s closest too (other than his wife (who is total bullshit)). The team will lose one of their best assets and finest spies and definitely suffer without her. Steve will lose one of his closest friends and regret the time he spent arguing with her during the events of Civil War.

If Bruce dies (which I’m not actually sure is possible), Tony will lose one of the few members of the team he held high respects for. The world will lose one of the brightest minds in science and, despite being a giant green rage monster, one of the nicest guys out there. The team will probably freak out due to the fact that Bruce believed he was entirely unkillable and is now dead.

If Thor dies, Asgard will lose their king (I’m assuming he’s properly king) and probably struggle in terms of who should rule, as the two princes have no proper heirs. If Loki is still alive, then he’ll lose a “brother” who he’s finally begun to grow closer to. He may regret his hostile actions (although I have a feeling he may not) but he will likely grieve. If he is still alive, he will also take the throne of Asgard (probably) and I don’t think that’s an ideal situation. The team will also realize that this war literally killed a god and they’re probably all fucked.

If Vision dies (he’s literally an infinity stone??? I’m not sure how that’s gonna work out), Wanda will be devestated, after all, the two are very close. He’s probably one of the few people she’s actually close with and she’ll be down another person (and after losing her brother, I’m pretty sure she’ll be in a bad place).

If Wanda dies, Vision will likely be upset, although I’m not entirely sure how he handles emotions? I’m certain he’ll try his hardest to save her, or worse, not be aware of it happening until later. The team will also be down an important member who could literally control anything they needed her to control.

If Quill dies, the Guardians will lose their captain and one of their best friends. Rocket will probably regret being so damn mean to him and, most likely, cry while denying how upset he is. Groot will feel horrible and Rocket will probably have to comfort him. Drax will mourn the loss of a man as good as that and openly wear his distress, likely fighting even harder than before. Gamora will hide her feelings but channel her pain to fight harder, in honor of the loss of a great man.

If Rocket dies, Groot will literally be lost. He’s one of the few who understands him and they’ve been by each other’s sides forever. I’m sure he’ll blame himself and probably go insane with anger, determined to get revenge on whatever killed him.

If Groot dies, literally everyone will be sad. Who wouldn’t be sad over the death of the sweetest treant ever? Rocket will be devestated, as I said before, they’ve been together forever. Groot is also likely a “teenager” in this movie, so that’ll only make things worse.

If Strange dies, Christine will lose a man who refused to love her back to a thing she barely understands. She’ll likely never truly understand the world he got himself involved in and be left wondering what the hell happened. I’m not sure about how the rest of the team would react, though, as most of them have had no interactions. Thor would be upset because Strange offered to help find Odin, but beyond that I am not sure.

There are obviously more characters I could do this with but this accidentally got ridiculously long so all in all, Infinity War is going to suck for everyone.

S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.

Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

“Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.


Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.


“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”


and i don’t know where i’m going but i’m on my way

an: title stolen from the song of the same name, a top forty hit in 1917 because fuck am i predictable.

summary: a steve trevor is alive in the 21st century fic. why? because i want him to be. how? no one cares, he just is.

There are few things in this world that she takes true delight in, anymore. The laugh of a child, the blush of first love between a young couple, the first fall of snow every year - these things make her smile, remind her of a past she takes care not to reminisce on too often, but they do not delight her.

This. This is a delight. 

He picks his way through the room, fingers drumming against every surface he encounters, eyes taking everything in, and she’d always noticed this about him, his attention to detail, his easy acceptance of every outlandish thing before him, the way he paid notice of how things worked. She’d taken him here because she needed proof that she was not being deceived, but instead she finds herself watching the fall of his hair over one eye, the impatient way he brushes it aside only for it to fall straight back into place, like it belongs there; the way he takes a startled step back when the screens blink to life before him, and the way, moments later, his gaze darts to the touchpads on the desk, the quizzical furrow of his brow as he tries to puzzle out how it all works.

“You wanna explain to me why there’s a dead man wandering the Bat Cave?”

Diana turns her head to catch sight of Bruce out of the corner of her eye, watches him as he carefully moves too stand beside her. The corner of her mouth slides up and she shakes her head back and forth, once, twice, before returning her eyes to the bank of screens and the man standing before them.


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Where I Should Be // Bruce Banner x Reader

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader, Clint Barton x Reader
Word Count: 5.6k+
Warning: Language, hella smut, fluff, mild bit of angst.  (I can’t help it okay)

Summary: Bruce’s jealousy finally gets the best of him; he’s always kept himself walled off from you to keep you safe. Best friends: nothing more, nothing less. When this new guy starts aiming to sweep you off your feet, Bruce is forced to take action. Can you choose between them? Do you want to?

A/N: I saw a post that said there needs to be more Bruce x reader fics and I felt that was a divine call out. I also need a break from writing three requests at once (I wanna post a bunch at once so you’re waiting less). Anteeywaaaaay: enjoy :D This absolutely got away from me and I’m not even sorry.

Inspiration: “Woman” ~ Harry Styles

I’m selfish, I know
But I don’t ever want to see you with him.

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in
While he’s touching your skin
He’s right where I should, where I should be
But you’re making me bleed…

Originally posted by 1900stove-0

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elennare  asked:

If you have the time and inclination, I'd love to see the Avengers' reaction to learning Phil Coulson's alive (because they MUST know by now)... And especially your Laura Barton's reaction - what kind of fruit basket do you send to say "glad you're not dead, don't ever do that to us again"?

Laura sent him a fruit basket of whole pineapples (he was allergic) and a note that read Cooper cried all the way through your funeral, you bastard. 

An unstamped postcard appeared in her mailbox a few days later– a generic glossy image of a Maine lighthouse on a high green bluff. No signature, but Phil’s square handwriting. My apologies for the inconvenience

She threw the card on the counter, grabbed the axe from the woodshed, and chopped firewood until her arms screamed, because if she was going to be in a fury she might as well make it a productive one. 

Laura wasn’t Level Seven or above– she wasn’t any Level, technically, as according to SHIELD she didn’‘t technically exist these days– but she had friends in high places. Or low ones. It was a matter of perspective. She had found out about Phil Coulson before Clint, because Clint only broke rules because of his big heart and she’d always broken them because of her nosy mind. 

She had called Clint immediately–before the fruit basket–to pass on the (good–she was furious, but it was good, it was good) news. Clint had said, “Oh,” in a great terrible relieved rush of air. 

While the landline was passed among Lila and Cooper so they could chatter at their father, Laura had called Natasha on her cell. She’d said, “Oh,” too, but there was no rush of air, no exhale, no exclamation, because Natasha understood about resources, about conserving them, always had. 


“I bet that’s where Melinda May went,” Natasha said. “But, anyway, how’d Lila’s recital go?“ 

Laura didn’t tell Tony, Steve, or Bruce, though she was tempted. But it would be petty, not kind, and she tried to cling to kindness by her ragged fingernails. 

Phil used words like inconvenience when he meant pain. He said compromised when he meant possessed and involuntarily homicidal, when he meant lost. He was a man of euphemisms and Laura tried to roll with it– her son preferred sign to speech most days, her husband was a hard-of-hearing ex-carnie, her best friend was a slippery, sweet ex-child-soldier who carried all her cards and all her hurt close to her chest. Laura understood that no one spoke the same language and that part of loving someone was looking for what words meant in their hands. 

"Apology not accepted, you prick,” she told him as soon as he picked up the phone. The friend of a friend who got her the number didn’t know or didn’t tell her where exactly Phil was, but a different friend of a different friend told her the mission, and another told her the coordinates. Laura was a friendly gal. She listened for ambient noise, hints of the crowded city she knew he was chasing uncanny phenomena in, and heard nothing. 

“Which otherwise excellent employee of this agency did you coerce into betraying classified information this time?" 

"Maybe one of your shiny new team,” she snapped. “Have you even spoken to Natasha, since, Phil? What the hell? What were you thinking?”

“We were thinking that without a united front, against Loki–”

Laura paced over the kitchen floor Clint had put in by hand during a chill autumn during which even the kids grew tired of take-out. “Did you think they’d only fight for you if you were dead? Did you not trust them to believe in the fight?”

“I understand you’re defensive of your husband–”

“I’m not angry for Clint’s sake,” she snapped, and Phil went quiet. “He gave a toast in your honor and came home to hold his children. He was always going to get through this.”

“Angry for yourself, then, Mrs. Barton? Laura, I never knew you cared." 

"I send you fucking fruit baskets, don’t you even joke. You taught my kids how to whittle, you shut your undead fucking mouth, Phil. But it’s not even that. They were a bunch of squabbling petty children up there, weren’t they?” she said. “Clint doesn’t talk about that particular fight, but I’ve met them now, and I can imagine. Tony, lord. I get what you were trying to do. You were dumb, but I get it." 

"Then why are you angry?" 

"You should have trusted her.”

“Ah,” said Phil. “Romanoff." 

"I get not trusting all the caped crusaders, not then, not yet, but you all keep leaving Natasha.” She clutched the cord of the phone in her hand, winding it around and around her palm. “You all keep leaving her, and not even having the decency to die." 

"It was a delicate situation– Fury’s death even more than mine." 

"And you think Natasha can’t handle delicate? She has been dying for you for years, and she hasn’t earned your trust yet? Phil, godamnit.”

“We thought she could handle it." 

"She could. She did. She shouldn’t have to." 

Laura strained to hear the ambient sounds under his silence, staring out the kitchen window at Cooper making rock towers and sandy canyons at the pond’s edge. She felt muffled, locked out, smothered with only the bare staticky sound of Phil’s voice making it over the line. 

"I apologize for the inconvenience,” he said, and he said it softly.

Alive - Bruce Wayne x Reader (Smut so obviously NSFW)

Summary : The Batman died months ago…Or, did he ? 

I decided to indulge some of you who keep asking for more Bruce smut so…here’s more Bruce smut. With feelings though because I HATE writing things without any emotions. I’m not into just the filthy smut with no story..and now I surely hope that I was able to write emotions/feelings properly up. NSFW so if you’re not comfortable with those things DO NOT READ ! I’ve got plenty of stories that are totally not NSFW you can check out instead (link to my masterlist down below). Hope you’ll like it :

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com


Your eyes were betraying you. 


Your brain was betraying you.

That was it, you had tipped over the edge of madness. You were definitely and irreversibly crazy. After months of grief and pain, it finally happened.

Because he couldn’t be there. You had wished for months and months for him to be by your side, and now, your own mind was playing trick on you. Because he could. Not. Be. There. No.

And yet…Yet why weren’t you the only one reacting to his sudden appearance ?

 Your children gasped, and Alfred made a loud sound of surprise. 

And why were Diana and Clark by his side ? If it was an hallucination, why would you see them with him ? Why would you hallucinate them too ? Especially since you still hadn’t forgive them for what they did…

Your oldest is the first one to launch himself towards him, and your boy’s body make a sound as he hits his father’s. A very real sound…You’re confused. 

Ho…how ? Bruce’s arms wrap around his son and…he does seem real.

For a second, you think maybe it’s a dream. One of many you had ever since Bruce’s death. Because this is all too good to be true. 

Because this is impossible. Because…Because you saw him die.

The memory of this awful moments comes flooding to you.


You saw him died. Or rather, you saw him being swarmed by monsters on Apokolips. It was the same thing really. There was absolutely no chance he survived that day. Even less chances he survived that long. The many months.

It was all so blurry, your own mind shielding you from the trauma of loosing the love of your life. You couldn’t remember everything in details.  

Him having to stay behind to disarm a weapon that would wipe all life in the universe. Being the only one who could do it. 

Him begging Diana and Clark to drag you to safety, because he knew you would never leave him willingly…And, trying as best they could to ignore your screams of despair, they did get you safe and sound. 

It was the least they could do. They owed him that much. After all, he was sacrificing himself for the greater good. And though it cost them a lot to leave their best friends behind…They knew they weren’t any other solutions. 

If even the Batman, even the man that had a plan for everything, from A to Z, said : “this is our only chance”…then it was the only way. 

And as the portal to Apokolips was closing, and you were safe back in the Watchtower, the last vision you had of him was his smile to you. Him mouthing “I will always love you”, before a wave of creatures buried him under them. 

Your supplication to open the portal again broke all your friends from the League’s heart. And when J’onn told you it wasn’t possible, that Bruce made sure the entire thing would fry when the mission was done (for safety, so that they wouldn’t bring any of the nightmarish beasts that lived on Apokolips back with them), you lost your cool. Your lost all control. 

Your screams of pain still haunt them at night. 

They had to give you a sedative. And against their will, called your sons to pick you up. They had to tell them…And it’s with a broken and heavy heart that they brought you back home. Took care of you as you always did for them. Because you needed them. You needed their love. Their support. And they needed you. 

One of the central pillar that was holding this family was no more. 

Their father was dead. 

The love of your life was dead. 

Bruce…Was never coming back. 

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Stuffed animals

A/n: requested by the amazing @moonlightonroses .Reader is around 5 or 6. This idea was amazing and watch I’ll screw it up. Sorry.
Description: batsis gets kidnapped and her brothers use her stuffed animals to find her.

Jason walked into the cave, his arm behind his back. He walked over to Dick and made sure to keep the object in his hand hidden. Dick smiled at his younger brother before turning to watch his little sister.

You and Damian were sparring. Well, Damian was sparring while you were pretending to be a ninja. Dick smiled as you kicked Damian in the knee before doing the move you had just learned.

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(You’re Like) The Son I Never Had

So this idea has been floating around my head for a couple of days, so I’ve just sat down and written…. I apologise for the angsty-ness lower down but I promise a happy ending!! Also, @itsallavengers, consider this revenge/thanks for all the wonderful Tony and Peter you’ve graced us with. This is not the trans!Peter you were promised, but that is on it’s way. 

This can be found on Ao3 here

The first time Tony holds his son, it is with no small amount of panic. Happy had found the child left in the lobby of the tower, a birth certificate, apology and a DNA test left tucked into the basket with him. He has a small amount of fluffy brown hair, and he’s still sleeping soundly even as Pepper makes him pick the child up. The weight of this small baby in his arms makes him want to scream – this was never the plan, Tony can’t be trusted with himself, why would he be trusted with a child – but the child snuffles and curls into him, and the metaphorical ice fortress around his heart melts a little. The child blinks awake with dark dark eyes, and doesn’t cry.

Maybe Tony can do this.

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Little witch (Part 8)

Pairings: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2 868

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: So here is the new part. I hope you like it and so sorry for the mistakes, I had no time to check it. Enjoy ♥ and please let me know what you mean :3

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6// Part 7

Originally posted by marvelheroes

“Jarvis, I want one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s flying machines.”, the girl ordered as she opened the wardrobe. She knelt down and searched for a particular box.

“I cannot do that without permission, Mrs. (Y/L/N)!”, Jarvis protested. By that time the girl had found what she’d been looking for. Taking the black box, she put it on the bed.

“I need it and I will take it with or without your help. Don’t you dare tell anyone of the avengers about that, or I will find a way to turn you off for a really long time. You know I can do it!”, after threatening Jarvis, the girl opened the box. Wanda had given it to her a week ago telling her it was her costume. Every avenger had one and now as she had been part of the family she needed too. At first (Y/N) was skeptical but had taken it anyway. Who had known she would need it?

She took all the stuff out and dressed before you could say Jack Robinson. She was all in black and leather. The material was interesting and odd given the fact that it was created to stop bullets. It allowed her to move without problems. After that she took another box form under the bed. (Y/N) had sneaked into the armory where she had taken some cold weapons to practice with. She had poisonous knives that had a special substance in them. With the help of Bruce, they had created a liquid that once being inserted in your body it killed all the cells around the place where it was injected. Storming out of the room, she went straight to the hall where the machines were kept. The witch was curious about almost everything since some of them were new to her. Thanks to some of the avengers she had learned so many new skills and how to cooperate with a helicopter was one of them. Jarvis hadn’t spoke and (Y/N) believed he was about to tell the Avengers. She hurried to turn on the enormous device. There were a lot of buttons but she pressed only three to start and open the roof. (Y/N) was too angry and in a hurry to think about safety.

“I warn you Mrs. (Y/L/N)! This is a mistake, don’t do anything stupid.”

“I have to do that Jarvis, and I won’t let anyone stop me!”, the helicopter  became airborne and minutes later it was high in the sky, far away from the tower.

Peter, on the other hand was lying on his bed listening to music. The different rhythms filled the room but not Peter’s head. All he was thinking about was (Y/N) and her stories. The way she was talking about her past and the scar. He thought about the different people living in her and how the previous night she had somehow combining them just like Peter did. Her soft side when she blushed around him, at compliments, at eye contact, at his touch. Her dark side when she released her powers and she wasn’t scared of getting her hands covered in blood. What worried him was that she looked as though she wanted to do so. Her face would become like a mask, never changing, not showing emotions, nothing…just like a killer who wouldn’t regret killing her friends. Her joking side when she had broken the ice and tried to build sarcasm in her, to joke about everything. At those times the smile would reach her eyes, they would spark and open the gates to her soul. The kid in her who was curious about the world. The one who would explore the whole building and learn how to use a certain object, its history and origins.

He sat on his bed and looked through the large glass wall in his room. As he was looking at the sun above the city and the high building, he heard and then saw a helicopter. It was in the distance but still near enough for him to recognize the object. It was one of the Avengers’ helicopters. ‘Strange!’, he thought, ‘They must be all asleep, it’s noon.’ And then it hit him.

“Jarvis!”, no answer, “Jarvis!”, Peter screamed a little louder.

“How can I help you, Mr. Parker?”

“Where is (Y/N)?”, again no answer. Peter repeated his question but still with no response.

“I don’t know, Mr. Parker. ”

“How can you not know!?”, surprised by the answer, the boy raised his tone again, “Was she in the helicopter?”

“Mr. Pa-”

“Tell me Jarvis! What she in there?! Where is she going? She may be in danger, Jarvis!”, after some moments of considering what to do, he gave in.

“She begged me to show her the file intended for Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Romanoff.”

“What is it about?”

“It’s about some children killed in the woods probably by Hydra.”

“And you showed her that!?”, Peter shouted at the top of his lungs. He could believe that Jarvis had done that. Of course she would fly away and probably try to revenge, “I have to find her!”, he stated and hurried towards the door.

“You cannot go on your own, Mr. Parker!”

“And why not?! You fucking let her go to Hydra alone!”, notwithstanding his anger, he knew Jarvis was right. (Y/N) might had gone alone but he needed reinforcement to go. After some minutes of considering, he spoke, “Wake all the Avengers! We must hurry, she may get in danger.”

(Y/N) knew that Jarvis could have stopped her if he wanted, but he didn’t. She was both glad and sad about it. Although she didn’t want any obstacles on the road, deep inside she wanted someone to stop her, to try at least with all his strength, just to show something. Maybe Jarvis and the others cared about her, maybe she was falling in a deep hole of insecurities as she was nearing Hydra’s base. She had been flying for almost an hour when she saw the familiar area. The vehicle flew just above the place where she was found by the Avengers. Some of the spikes were still there and they brought her memories from that day. The girl felt a stranger feeling in her chest, something heavy. All the feeling from the past tried to fill her – fear, instability, difficult breathing. (Y/N) closed her eyes and pushed all the feelings from her weak side away. Some meters away, the photos she saw earlier came to life. A huge part of the wood was burned down. The trees had been cut down; there was ice which hadn’t melt yet. She decided to land the flying machine there. Once she was on the ground, she turned the invisible shield, so no one would be able to see the vehicle and suspect someone had come. The girl headed out and when she came outside a breeze of dead and blood hit her. (Y/N) began walking despite her trembling legs. Ron, that was the boy with the blond hair, looked as though he had been iced alive. His pale skin and hair, those vitreous blue eyes were the scary yet beautiful…the beauty in his dead, maybe? She knelt down and closed his eyes.  A tear rolled down her face but the next one vanished due to the fire in her eyes. The (y/e/c) was now shining and sparkling as though it was in flames. (Y/N) stood up and headed towards the base, every meter taken made her an even more dangerous hurricane.

“She what?!”, Steve exclaimed as Peter told him and the gang the whole story which wasn’t really long. Steve was the only one without a hangover due to the serum in his body, while Tony was the one at least affected. As he loved to say ‘I’m used to such a thing.’ It had passed an hour and Peter was both nervous and eager to go and help (Y/N). Deep down in his heart he felt that she would be in danger.

“I told you, Steve! Don’t make me repeat just because you’re over 70 and cannot hear properly. We need to move!”

“I’ll act as though I haven’t heard it.”, Steve said but took all the needed stuff. They were in the training room as Jarvis had wakened them in the worst way. We, as Peter would say, don’t have enough time to publish you that secret, so let’s move to the main point.

Except Steve and Tony, Nat, Bruce and Vision were the only sober. Thor had taken too much from his Asgardian drink that he was still in bed, not able to move. Clint and Wanda had taken some pills so it was a matter of time to clean their minds. Peter was already in his suit and couldn’t wait for the others to get dressed. Tony was simple. He dressed in seconds in one of his armors while the others took some time. Once they were done, the Avengers went to the bunker where they started another helicopter. With Jarvis orders they soon were high in the sky, following their little witch.

(Y/N) was moving quietly yet fast through the forest. She was taught how to move with the shadows – never seen. The skills she learnt in Hydra were the only thing she appreciated. Although being trained by the avengers too, she knew Hydra had taught her better. Was it because Hydra’s agents were better teachers or they were stronger than her new friends? She pushed out those thoughts and focused on her mission.

Hydra base could be seen in the distance. (Y/N) didn’t miss the four guards outside the gates. She could take them down and she knew it but if she had entered through the main entrance, she would have dug her own grave. Thanks to having been locked in this prison for ten years, (Y/N) had memorized the whole plan of the structure. She knew its weak and strong spots, where the guards were and where not. The witch changed her path and hurried through the trees without stumbling over or getting hurt. Hydra’s base usually weren’t high above the ground but under…it had at least five floors but it always depended on where the base was situated. Although this one had three floors, they were enormous and probably she had been walking on their ‘roof’ for at least twenty minutes. As she neared the concrete fence she sneaked fast to it as one of the cameras was facing another direction. She was like glued to it and moved slowly until she reached the wanted destination. There was a small shaft. She knelt down and tried to open it. No luck. The camera was slowly moving now towards her. She had to do something and in a hurry she broke it and slipped inside as fast as she could. Unfortunately, one of the agents inside the structure had been looking at the views the cameras had been showing and had seen the broken shaft.

“Someone have entered! I repeat, someone have entered! Go to sector 7 and kill the incomer!”, the man spoke and his voice filled the whole building.

The girl knew that she had risked showing she was coming. Well, they didn’t know it was her but still they were probably expecting someone. Moving faster and making no noise she reached the end. She had taken some different directions from the main shaft and now was looking at a corridor. The witch was about to open the grid and go out but some soldiers appeared running. ‘Maybe towards Sector 7.’ When they were gone she jumped down. Looking at both directions she tried to choose one.

To be honest, (Y/N) led her soul guide her for seeking revenge. She had come here with no plan but she would think about it at the moment. Soon after, she decided to take the one where the soldiers came running from. The first thing she had to do was to free the children and then help them escape from here. As she was running searching for ways to get to sector 3, she thought how empty and quiet it was. Yeah, they knew someone was here but they would hardy sent all their soldiers to see who it was. When she turned right, she understood the reason for seeing nobody.

“We knew the person would be smart.”, said a well-known agent, who she had seen before many years, “The leader are glad you are here.”

“They won’t be when they understand the reason for being here.”, the girl received a smirk as a reply and was attacked from the man. He was well trained but it took her seconds to take him down with her flexible movements. One down but she heard steps coming. As she lifted her head she saw other ten agents. She smiled and took her favorite knives. They were longer than the ordinary ones but way lighter.

“Come to mummy.”, and after that she could not remember what had happened. The fight felt like seconds. Her body was filled with adrenaline and on fire but not because of her nature powers.  The thrill of killing was indescribable. She moved like a shadow. The soldiers barely saw her but felt the sharp metal across their flesh. Warm red liquid was flowing. If it was hers or not she continued dancing around the falling bodies and once she was done, (Y/N) wanted more. The adrenaline was enfolding her nerves, controlling her actions as she was intoxicated from the feelings it gave her. For the first time she felt alive, stronger, powerful and delighted at the same time.

“We won’t be there on time! She may be lying dead while we are still far, far away from her…”, Peter cried out. He had begun to lose his mind. It had taken them a lot. Through the whole path he didn’t stop blaming himself for this although he knew it wasn’t his fault. If he were her, he could have done the same. The helicopter was near the place where one month ago they had rescued the girl. They were close but at the same time very far away.

“Peter, please, calm down. You have seen how powerful and strong she can be. She’ll be okay, maybe with some scratches but still safe and sound.”, Wanda had sat next to him and had tried to comfort him but in vain, “Think about good things and good things will happen.”, but Peter was afraid that there was no matter. Something bad was about to happen or had already happened.

(Y/N) continued playing the role of Death coming to take the souls of his victims. As she ran her weapon though one agent’s body someone shot at her. She was fast and moved but when she turned around the man shot again. The girl threw her knives and moved her hands in front of her forming the letter ‘X’. The bullets stopped inches away from her face. What surprised the shooting man was that the girl didn’t even close her eyes from fear. She started walking towards him, fire forming in her hand. Her eyes shined in a color between red and (Y/e/c). He cursed under his breath and stepped backwards in terror but the witch was already near him. She clenched her gist around his throat and lifted him up. The fire spread along the body. The agents was screaming and kicking but not hard enough to escape. The grip was tight and the fire was painful. The witch let him down once he was all in flames. Smiling she turned around just to feel electricity through her body. Her body squirmed and she felt on the ground still shaking. The soldier came closer and injected something in her. No matter her persistence, her eyes shut down ending her new world of pleasure.

“I knew you would come back to Hydra, sweetheart.”, a female voice made the girl wake up. She slowly opened her eyes, trying to focus but the vision was still blurred. (Y/N) tried to move her head but felt a strong pain in the neck.

“I’m afraid it will hurt you for two or three hours but that won’t stop us from our plans, right?”, the woman sounded so happy and yet so familiar.

“We really did missed you, Ms. (Y/L/N).”, a man spoke from the distance.

(Y/N) groaned in pain as she moved her head again but this time, maybe due to the ache, she could see properly. She was chained to a well-familiar chair. The girl tried to move but she couldn’t. She was tied strongly to the object.

“You know all your efforts are in vain.”, the voice brought (Y/N) back to as she was falling in her nightmares due to the chair. As she lifted her head, her eyes got wide once she saw who was standing there.

“You?”, she breathed out the word, “You…you ha-had to be-”, while stuttering she almost choked, “…dead.”, the last word was whispered but it echoed through the room slicing her beliefs, thoughts, anchor the same way she had sliced the soldier’s bodies before.

Part 9

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Heartlines Part III: Oh, wish you were here

Summary: Y/N is dead and she left three soul mates lost in their life. 
Word Count: 8040 
Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader, Barry Allen x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader.
WARNINGS: LOTS OF ANGST, swearing, making something against someone’s will (don’t know if that counts as a warning, but just in case)
A/N: Sooo sorry for keeping you waiting, but ‘Good things come for those who wait!’ and here you have a little over EIGHT THOUSAND WORDS. I’m so proud of myself. ENJOY THE ANGST, DEARIES!

Part I   Part II   Part IV


“No chance there”.

Clark couldn’t keep your voice out of his head, just repeating time after time:

“No chance there”

You didn’t trust him, you didn’t think he would be there, you lost the faith you once had on him… and it hurt like hell to know that you were right to lose your faith in him. The video of your torturing and… eventual death had really affected him. When he saw your death… he couldn’t stop crying because he had saved thousands of unimportant girls falling off buildings but he wasn’t there to save you, the love of his life, his true soulmate.

He loved you and that was so clear at the beginning of your relationship, he just couldn’t understand how it stopped to be clear. He used to show you much he adored you, how much he loved you… until Lois appeared. He didn’t blame Lois, of course he didn’t; he blamed himself.

You were a miracle, that much he always knew. He used to think that he would never find his soulmate in this world since he was from another one; no matter how much Martha had insisted on how the color of the heartline clearly stated that his soulmate was alive, he didn’t believe it. He thought he was condemned to be alone for the rest of his life, until you came into the picture. One day you just fell in the middle of the street and no one but him, offered to help you get all of your papers back into their folders.

“Thanks” you smiled to him when he gave you the last folder.
“No problem, miss” he answered with a smile, too.
“I’m on a bit of a rush now, but I feel like I should really give you something in exchange for your help, so would you like to go get a cup of coffee sometime?” you mumbled this under your breath, afraid of him rejecting you… but there was no way in hell he could reject someone as cute as you.
“Although I don’t think you need to thank me anymore, I would love to have a cup of coffee” he smiled, hearing to your heartbeat going faster.
“Oh!” you answered surprised and then smiled the way he would soon just love “Well, the name is Y/N and…” you said while placing down all of your papers carefully just to take a blank sheet of paper “Do you have something to write with?” you asked and he desperately searched in his pockets for his pen, to finally give it to you when he found it a minute later “Thanks!” you said whilst you scribbled something down on the paper. When you finished, you gave him both the paper and the pen. He took them a little bit confused and watched you as you took your folders from the floor “And that is my phone number… um, sorry, but what’s your name again?” you asked a little embarrassed. He found you to be extremely fascinating.
“Clark, my name’s Clark Kent” he stretched his hand as a reflex.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Clark” you said while grabbing his hand.
The moment your hand touched his, you both felt like an electric current going down your bodies. You both looked down to your laced hands and saw how one of your heartlines from your right hand illuminated, while his left one shined as bright as yours.
“Seems like the pleasure is all mine, Y/N” he smiled, still holding your hand.
“It also seems like that coffee is going to be moved to right now” you answered with a glint in your eyes.
“I thought you were in a hurry?”
“I was just going to meet my publisher, no big deal. We can meet tomorrow after I learned everything about my new found soulmate” your smile was making his heart jump.
“I would love to tell you everything about me, if you correspond” he said being a little flirty. In reality, he would wait a couple of months to tell you his secret. After all, he wouldn’t want to scare you.  
“You just got yourself a deal” you winked at him while grabbing your phone to tell your publisher you wouldn’t make it.

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“You’re?” [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Could you do one where Jason and reader were best friends when he was robin and them reuniting after he comes back to life”

A/n: Okay so I’m diving back into my requests finally. I’m hoping this is going to be the start of me getting back into a normal rhythm again and I appreciate you guys all hanging in there with me. I hope you enjoy this. I wasn’t sure how to take after they reunite but I wanted fluff so I give fluff lol. Thanks guys! <3

There’s a large portion in italics that’s a flash back.


A sigh escaped your lips as you walked down the cold Gotham street. Your hands were shoved deep in your jacket pockets as you watched your breath form in front of you. Walking the streets was a habit when sleep didn’t come to you. The streets didn’t scare you the way they do most. You’ve been trained to defend yourself by the big bad bat himself. How? Well Jason Todd was your best friend when he was Robin. That was until the Joker took him from you, from life.

A lot of times you’d remember favorite memories with Jason on these walks, like when you first met. Your childhood apartment had a balcony and often times you’d sneak out there at night to look at the city. Though it was a surprise when Robin landed on your balcony with a thud one night.

You smiled at the memory. The way he laughed at the way you yelped, but apologized after. Explaining how he had misjudged the distance of a jump and came tumbling onto your balcony. Little did you know at the time, you would learn his identity and become the best of friends. Also that you would end up learning some hand to hand from the big bad bat himself. Saying having learned who they were, you should know how to protect yourself.

Internally you thank them for that, it makes you not scared to walk the streets at night. “Oh Jason” muttering as your steps stay in their rhythm. It’s not often you don’t feel the pain of missing your best friend. He was so very important in your life, he always knew what you were thinking and you him. No matter what the problem he had your back, so many people thought you were bound to be a couple. Often you both would laugh at the idea, though now being older it didn’t sound so silly.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you continued to walk, rounding the last corner that led to you apartment. This time a different memory came to your mind. Before Jason had went to that warehouse, he came to you first. You remember is like it was just the other day:

Laying in bed you flipped the page of a new book you had gotten. It had you completely enthralled and your attention until a light knock came from your window. Setting it down you opened the curtains to see Jason smiling at you in his Robin uniform.

Pushing the window open you asked, “What are you doing here?” He easily slipped in the window. “[F/n] I think my mother’s alive.” Your eyes widened at the statement, “What makes you say that?”

“I got this tip that she’s in Ethiopia, but [F/n] this is my real mother. I guess I was adopted, I have to go find her.” He said with a hopeful tone to his voice. You knew of his past and the hardships he’s endured. “But Jason, what if this is a trap? A lot of people want to hurt you, how can you be sure?” Trying to reason with the idea only made him angry with you. “I thought you of all people would support me on this.” He grumbled while pushing past you to go back to the open window.

“Jason wait” Grabbing his hand you stopped him. “I do support you I just worry too, you’re my best friend, I don’t want anything to happen to you.” His demeanor slackened. “I know, and nothing is going to happen. I’ll be back, I promise.” Saying as he pulled you in for a hug, though he seemed to linger a bit before pulling away and heading out the window. “Stay safe Jason”

That hug was the last memory you had of him. The next thing you remember involving Jason was Dick coming to you to explain to you what happened. After that everything got a lot harder. At school people treated you like glass, at home you didn’t leave your room.

Things got a little easier over time, easy enough for you to go to college. Gotham University to be exact. After all those night helping with injuries, you decided you want to help people and took up Emergency Medicine. A rather hard field but that’s what you want to do. At this point you knew quite a bit of the medical field.

Walking up to the doors of your apartment building, your phone rang. Looking at the screen it showed a caller ID you had not seen in years. ‘Bruce Wayne’

Quickly clicking the answer button you brought the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“[F/n], we have an emergency and I need your help.” You were shocked at the statement but you couldn’t tell him no. “Oh, um, of course Mr. Wayne. How can I help?”

“I need you at the manor now. Someone’s hurt and Alfred isn’t here at the moment. I know you’ve been studying medicine. We need you.” You could tell he’s desperate. You haven’t talked to him and the rest of them in years. “I’m on my way.”

Hurriedly you grabbed your keys out of your purse and ran to where your car was parked. During the drive to the manor you may or may not have broken a few traffic laws, but you’re only in trouble if you get caught. As soon as your call pulled up Dick was waiting at the door for you.

Rushing out of the car he waved for you to hurry. “What happened? Who’s hurt?” Asking as he ushered you into the house. “No time to explain. Just three bullet wounds, one to the shoulder, another to the thigh, but the one we’re worried about is one to the abdomen. Also shrapnel from an explosion.” He explained as you both rushed down the stairs of the cave. “What the hell were you doing tonight?”

“Long story just hurry.” Dick led you down into the cave, hurrying you to the medical bay of it.

On a medical bed you saw the Red Hood lying there out cold. His helmet was cracked and his armour cut off his chest. Tim was applying pressure to the bullet wound on his abdomen

“Okay, I don’t know how he’s still alive but I need morphine, sterile needles and thread, tweezers, and a lot of sterile towels.” Ordering as Dick nodded and ran to get the things you needed. Tim backed away as you took over. As soon as Dick came back you went to work, the wounds on his shoulder and thigh were through and through, something Bruce stitched up as you worked on the more fatal injury. Having had to locate the bullet and remove it, before repairing the damage to the tissue and skin. After that you went to work on removing the shrapnel Dick had mentioned, luckily none of it was to the chest, only to his arm and leg. It took a few hours but you got him stable leaving the others grateful.

“Can I count this toward my schooling as extra credit or something. Saving the life of a vigilante?” Asking while peeling off your medical gloves. Dick and Tim chuckle as Bruce allowed a smile. Turning back to the masked man you noticed his cracked helmet. “You should let me check his face, make sure nothing there is hurt. No broken nose or anything.”

“Oh, uh, maybe when he comes to. You understand that–” Dick began but you cut him off. “it isn’t your secret to give up. Yeah, I understand” Remembering how Jason used those same words when you questioned who Nightwing and Batman were. Though you eventually put the pieces together on your own.

“Coffee?” Dick offered, gesturing upstairs. Nodding you followed him and Tim but Bruce hung beside in the cave.

Bruce sighed as he sat beside Jason. They were on better terms at this point but they still didn’t quite see eye to eye. Though Bruce felt guilty because Jason almost lost his life again tonight. Thank goodness he had been keeping tabs on you and knew of your studies.

As you chatted upstairs Bruce contemplated whether to tell you or not about Jason being right here in front of him. Jason had said he wanted to see you again but didn’t want to make you affiliate with what he had become. Though Bruce knows that he’s just making excuses as to not have to face you. After he promised to come back but never did. Also Bruce knew about Jason’s newfound feelings toward you.

It had been about 2 hours until Jason began to come to. In those two hours the four of you took shifts staying down in the cave with him. Though you sat down there the longest knowing the three of them deserved some well needed sleep. His groan in was caught your attention.

Noticing him trying to sit up you met his bed side. “Take it easy, you’re pretty torn up.” Saying in a calm voice as he looked at you. Jason couldn’t believe his eyes. It was you, a more mature you, but it was still you. He wouldn’t forget your voice or eyes anywhere.

“[F/n]” He breathed out, not realizing how you didn’t know how he knew you. “How do you know my name?” You let out a small laugh. “Oh um, never mind. Did you?” He asked gesturing to his bandage ridden form. Nodding you replied, “I did”

He seemed to stare at you from behind his mask and you cleared your voice, “Um, if you don’t mind. I should check to make sure nothing on your face is broken.” Saying with a certain nervousness.

“Oh uh, no I-I can’t.” He stumbled over his words but stopped when you placed a hand on his arm. “I won’t tell anyone. I know everyone’s identities, I was even friends with the Robin that took up the mantle after Nightwing. You can trust me.

Jason was having a battle with himself on the inside. Should he tell you or not? Though he didn’t think when he nodded. Smiling you reached to remove the helmet. He forgot how much he loved your smile. How much he loved your voice and your eyes. How much he loved you. Though he didn’t realize it before he left to go to Ethiopia. He realized it when his last thought was you.

Gently removing the helmet you were soon met with very familiar cerulean eyes, along with a familiar but face and his raven black hair gained a white streak through it. Voice catching in your throat as you realized who it was. “You’re?”

“It’s me [F/n]” Tears welled up in your eyes as you covered your mouth. “You’re alive” crying while wrapping your arms around him. He winced a little but wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so sorry. I-I should’ve came and found you as soon as I came back.”

“Back from where? I thought you died Jason.” Asking while pulling away, he wiped your tears away. “I did, but I was revived by the Lazarus Pit. I’m so sorry [F/n], I promised you I’d be okay and would come back. But the Joker he..” Jason trailed off. You shook your head, “I’m just so happy you’re back. I missed you so much Jason.”

He smiled while pushing your hair out of your face. “[F/n], I have to tell you something. I realized this right before I died and I’m so sorry I didn’t realize sooner.”

“What is it?” You questioned while wiping the tears from your cheeks.

He hesitated before saying, “I love you.”

Your heart stopped when he said those words. Eyes staring into his you didn’t know what to say, “What?”

“I love you [F/n], I’ve loved you for so long but I was too immature to see it.” He shook his head and took your hands. “Jason I..”

His expression fell slightly, “I understand if you don’t feel the same.” You shook your head, “No, no it’s not that. It’s just sudden.” He nodded, beginning to believe he had made you uncomfortable. “But, I do care for you in that way and I’ve been on my way to falling in love with you Jason.” Saying as you took his face in your hands, a smile having taken over your features. His demeanor turning into a joyful one once more.

Before you could do anything he leaned forward and connected his lips to yours in a sweet meaningful kiss. Pulling away he grinned a wide dorky grin that matched your own. “Yes, I’m on the trail to falling in love with you.”

Say It (5/8)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4.273

Summary: you loved Bucky unconditionally, enough to sacrifice your life for his happiness, now Bucky tries to save yours. 

Warning: you all should know angst is a given in this one! lol

A/N: So things messed up big here, sorry for the late update! We get a little insight to Y/N this time ;) Love you all! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! 

Bucky didn’t know how long he had been seated in the chair. All he knew was that his back was screaming at him to get up and move, but somehow he couldn’t get himself to move. Sometimes his eyes would fall shut because of exhaustion, even the coffee Steve had brought him didn’t help, but he forced them open again. He didn’t want to tear his eyes from your form in case he would miss the second you woke up.

The only sounds Bucky could hear in the silent room the heart monitor, indicating your heartbeat was normal and you silent breathing. You hadn’t woken up since the day in the cell. You had been brought back to the medical bay at the Avengers facility and the only consolation Bucky had, was Bruce who reassured him several times a day you were alright. You were breathing on your own, but didn’t seem to want to wake up. The second you had gone lifeless in his arms, his entire body had shaken in fear, and if he closed his eyes, the fear still lingered deep in his bones.

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The strongest talon

Description: the batsis goes missing after a mission and several years later a talon with similar qualities attacks the batfam.

Y/n is Bruce Wayne’s adopte d daughter and is the middle child of the family. Your brothers always looked out for you and you were a vigilante just like them. You were y/sh/n and one of the most feared heroes in Gotham. After all, being trained by the world’s greatest detective, his acrobatic son, an extremely talented marksman, a brilliant hacker and a tiny assassin, tend to make a strong fighter.

One night, there were multiple murders happening across the city and you had a lead to follow. Your family said to not go alone but you ignored them, too intent on catching the murderer.

Your tracker had been on the map one minute, and was gone the next. Everyone went to your last known location but couldn’t find anything. It was like you had vanished. They worked for weeks, trying to find you but there was nothing to be found.

Until the video had been sent.

It showed you tied to a chair, bleeding and crying. It scared the boys, since you almost never cry. But what scared them even more, was your face. You were normally hopeful and optimistic, a constant energy source. Now, you looked like you had lost all hope and had given up.

A masked man appeared on the screen and walked behind you, making you tense up in fear. “Hello Batman, it seems we caught one of your little brats. She was such an interesting thing when we first got her, but now she’s boring and all used up. And we all know what we do with things that’re all used up.” The man said as he put a knife on your throat.

The boys were all watching this in the cave, and there were multiple outcries of many emotions. They saw the man drag his knife in a long line across your neck, creating a thick line of blood.

Alfred almost had a heart attack. He couldn’t believe that he had lost another one. Dick broke down in tears and grabbed onto whatever he could to keep from collapsing. He had seen his family and so many friends die, it wasn’t fair that the world had to take you too. Tim was frozen in shock for a moment before he broke down too. He kept blaming himself, thinking that if he had done more he could’ve saved you.

Jason was yelling and trying to get the others into motion. It was bad enough that you were dead, but were they all going to stay here when they could find the men who did this to you and end them? He sure as hell wasn’t. Even Damian, who had already seen so much death and darkness in the world, fell to his knees and sobbed. You were the kindest out of all of his siblings and had helped him have a somewhat normal childhood. It wasn’t fair that this cruel world had taken you too.

But out of all of them, it was the hardest on Bruce. He had already lost his parents, and two of his sons (even though they came back). Now he had lost his daughter, the only one who could keep him sane. The only one who could keep all of them sane.

You had been their anchor, trying to make sure they didn’t go over the edge. You had been their foundation and now you were gone. You had died alone and scared, and had already accepted that they wouldn’t be there to save you. The fact that you knew this, made it all worse.

Losing you, made them all lose a piece of themselves.
**** 3 years later

It was the anniversary of y/n’s death and it was the one time each year that they got together and managed to get along, for your sake. They had never found the men who had killed you. They too had vanished.

They were all sitting in the living room, trying to remember you as best as they could and not blame each other for your death. Suddenly, the house lost power.

This never happens in the Wayne household, with their backup generator and the backup backup generator, so they all were immediately on their feet and ready for an attack.

The window next to Jason was smashed in, and they all saw the tall man get taken down by a shadow. Jason managed to get away and swung at the figure. It ducked beneath his fist and issued a few short jabs to his chest, in all the right pressure points to make him lose his breath.

While Jason was trying to recover, the figure kicked him in the stomach, sending him back a few paces. The figure turned to the rest of the family and they saw the armor and realized two things.

One, it was a girl. Two, it was an assassin from the court of owls, a talon. She faced the others and spoke, her mask not muffling any words.

“Bruce Wayne and his wards, you have all been judged unworthy by the court of owls and therefore have been sentenced to die.” She said.

Damian growled. “Prepare to die again, scum!” He launched himself at the Talon and was thrown to the floor. He turned around immediately and tried to land a hit but she kept blocking and dodging all his blows.

Tim and Dick tried to attack from behind, but she managed to do a strangely familiar move that swiped their legs out from beneath them. The talon grabbed Tim by the neck and started to squeeze. Tim gasped and tried to get out of her grasp but she had an iron grip.

“Hey! No one messes with the replacement, except for me!” Jason yelled as he tried to punch the talon’s face. The talon bent completely backwards and somehow got Tim in the path of Jason’s fist, while simultaneously kicking the older man.

Dick recognized the move. He had made it up his third year of being Robin, and had taught it to only a select few. It was too hard to replicate, unless you had someone to show you which bones to dislocate and at what time in the maneuver.

“Dick! Damian! You know what to do!” Bruce yelled as he entered the fight. Damian tackled the talon by the legs while Dick restrained their upper body and arms. They both knew the only way to stop a Talon was through decapitation (thanks to its ability to pop bones back into place and that they don’t feel pain).

The Talon merely laughed and elbowed Dick right between the ribs, loosening his hold enough to get away. She backed herself against the wall, eliminating any attacks from behind.

“You should all be honored. The court made sure to give you a challenge when they killed you. I was trained specifically for your skill sets and training. Where all my brethren have failed and been cut down, I will rise for I am the strongest Talon.” She laughed.

Jason growled. “Good thing you’re already dead, this way B won’t be on my ass about shooting you.” He said as he pulled his gun out. Damian was close behind him with his katana. They all had managed to grab their weapons from the hiding spots and were trying to surround you.

The Talon laughed maniacally again. Jason’s eye twitched. The laugh sounded familiar but it couldn’t be…

“On the contrary, Mr. Todd. I’m very much alive. I am the only true surviving Talon. All my brothers and sisters have been dead for quite some time now. The only question that remains now is if the great and terrifying batman is willing to break his moral code to save his family.”

A/n: I want to make a part two but I don’t think it’d be that good because all my second parts suck. Just comment and let me know if you want it.

Jerome Valeska X Reader / Please Don’t Hurt Him!



Originally posted by weeniehut-jerome

Your P.O.V.

Gotham city was going crazy tonight. People who swore to stick to the law were committing crimes and criminals went wilder than before. Not even the police could control the city tonight. This all thanks to the one who woke from the dead, Gotham’s worst nightmare but also one of the most admired criminals, Jerome Valeska. For some, he was an idol but for me, he was even more.

I loved Jerome. We had been friends for years and I could tell that his life with his mother was taking it’s toll on him. I had tried to help him but it didn’t take long until his mind just snapped. His mother’s dead didn’t surprise me since after all we had planned it together. The biggest surprise was that he didn’t tell the police about me at all. For years we had been close and we had this thing going on where we flirted with each other and we acted like we were a couple. Too bad we weren’t.

Once he went to Arkham I was all alone. Losing the only friend I had was hard and it surely did something to my head. Damn, I was ready to break him out of that hellhole. Before I got into action, he was already outside. I heard of the Maniax and that inspired me to go out and find him. I needed Jerome! I had to se him. I wasn’t scared, not at all although I should be. I saw what he had done to people. He was a murderer. I didn’t mind. 

My mission failed badl. I simply didn’t find him. The worst part was when he was announced dead. It broke my heart. I cried for days and weeks. I didn’t take care of myself. I felt completely lost and that’s when I though my life ended. Jerome’s resurrection was a miracle and after a long period of loneliness I’d finally see him again. Right here tonight.

The carnival was full of people both happy and sad. Most were here with someone but I was walking around alone.I had come late which wasn’t bad because Jerome’s big event would start any time soon. People were already heading to the big tent and I could feel how excitement made my heart flutter. I fixed my black skirt that matched my black crop top. I had some heels on and I had done my make-up real nice. Hopefully Jerome remembered me.

I got inside the tent where I saw a boy tied to a pole. As I walked closer I recognized Bruce Wayne, the rich kid whose parents were killed. As I looked a little further from Bruce I saw someone with white pants, a red jacket and a hat. My heart jumped to my throat. That was Jerome! My entire body froze and I just stared at him. It felt unreal. His face seemed strange and that’s when I realized he had stapled it back on. Poor thing.

‘’GCPD!’’ I heard someone yell and the next thing I knew was that the police came inside with guns and people went crazy. Shit. ‘’No no no’’ I muttered and moved out of the way so I wouldn’t be stepped on. People were all over the place and soon I lost sight of Jerome. I couldn’t lose him now! A big bang made everyone shut up for a second. I tried to see what had happened, but the mass of people was literally forcing me out of the tent.

‘’Let me go!’’ I screamed but my voice drowned underneath the chaos. I heard gunshots and police officers yelling at us to back off. I gritted my teeth and I tried to break myself free, but it was impossible. A huge guy was in front of me and as he backed away, I had to back off too. Before I knew it, I was standing behind a line of police officers. They wouldn’t let us go.

Tears stung my eyes and I wanted to attack someone but that would be useless. I just waited anxiously with my heart beating in my throat. Would Jerome come back? ‘’Did the boy blow up?’’ Some spoke behind me. I turned around to see two clowns dressed in dark clown costumes. They were laughing now. I was surrounded by idiots! I had to get Jerome!

A few gasps made me look towards the tent again. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The fucking boy was alive and he was bloody. The famous police officer Jim Gordon walked closer to bruce with an older man. Bruce ran into the man’s hands and Jim just watched. Where was Jerome?

My thoughts were answered quickly. I saw Jerome walking hazily towards the boy. He was ready to kill Bruce. ‘’Jerome!’’ I screamed in horror as I realized that Jim Gordon noticed him too. Then I lost it. I kicked the people in front of me and then I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t have to think twice. Every muscle in my body forced me to run to Jerome. I would die for him if I had to!

I gritted my teeth and ran even faster. Jerome’s eyes moved from Bruce to me. I didn’t come a second too late. Just before Jim Gordon could attack Jerome, I stepped in between.’’Don’t!’’ I screamed loudly. I raised my arms and I stood in front of Jerome, shielding him from the police officer. Everyone were looking now..

Jim Gordon stopped and he looked at me with confusion. I doubt anyone expected this to happen. Tears started rolling down my face and my entire body was shaking. ‘’Step out of the way miss’’ Jim told me angrily. Bruce Wayne was staring at me too with the other guy who I thought was his butler. ‘’I can’t’’ I told Jim sadly and then I stepped a few steps back so I was closer to Jerome’s body. ‘’I said move!’’ Jim yelled now and he grabbed his gun.

‘’No! You wouldn’t do that if you were me and Jerome was Lee!’’ I whimpered and let more tears roll down my face. Suddenly Jim’s anger faded and he looked shocked, nearly sad. An arm draped around my waist and I flinched because I startled. It was Jerome. ‘’Yeah Jim you wouldn’t let anyone shoot dear old lee although you’re not a thing anyone’’ Jerome teased the armed police man. His voice and touch made me want to hug him, but I had to stay like this. ‘’Don’t talk about Lee’’ Jim growled. This turned truly dramatic.

‘’Yes I will. You need to understand Jim! I saw how you looked at her when you were at the circus that night. You would never let her die like this! Why the heck would I let Jerome die?’’ I raised my voice and now I got angry and frustrated. Jim loaded the gun and I knew he tried to scare me away. ‘’Shoot me fine I don’t care just don’t kill Jerome’’ I begged sadly. My arms started to feel heavy since I was still holding them up.

‘’You can’t kill me Jim. You’d break her heart’’ Jerome growled now. I shut my eyes for a second and I tried to keep myself together. Just as Jim was going to open his mouth, Bruce Wayne put his hand on Jim’s shoulder, catching his attention. ‘’Don’t’’ I heard Bruce say which surprised the hell out of me. Why did Bruce do that?

Before I could think too much, some of Jerome’s supporters broke free and they attacked the police. Some stepped in front of us and that was our shot to escape. ‘’Come on Y/N we need to go’’ he giggled with a weird voice, probably because his face was almost loose. He grabbed my hand and started running, dragging me with him. It didn’t take long until I started running too and adrenaline took over my body What the hell was happening?

‘’Whe-Where are we going?’’ I asked Jerome with my heart beating faster than ever. Jerome slowed down and pointed at a white van. ‘’Away’’ He replied simply and then opened the car door for me. ‘’Get in’’ He barked and I did exactly as told. I wasn’t sure if he had any feelings towards me anymore but I had hope. Together we got inside the van and Jerome started the engine. The police tried to catch us by running, but Jerome was really quick to get on the road and before I knew it he was speeding away from the chaos. I was silenced by shock.

He started laughing loudly while driving. I got a better look of him now. He was bleeding a lot and I doubted that his vision was great. Luckily he stayed on the road. ‘’You are full of surprises!’’ He snickered and glanced at me. At least he remembered me. ‘’I couldn’t let you die Jerome. Jim was going to knock you out. You should have seen his face’’ I explained with a shaky voice. It made him sigh.

‘’I always have a way to come back. This time my life card was you’’ He spoke mysteriously. I wonder what death had done to him. ‘’Hey’’ He suddenly gasped and seemed surprised. I nodded and waited for him to go on. ‘’Since you compared us to Jimmy and Lee..does that meant you have a crush on me?’’ Jerome asked me slickly. My eyes widened and I felt a little embarrassed. So I didn’t know what to say. Would he kill me? I wasn’t scared of that but I was scared of losing him.

‘’Silence is a sign of consent’’ He reminded me. ‘’Okay Jerome I like you. You’re the only friend I ever had. I wouldn’t die for anyone’’ I shrugged and wanted to sink into the leather seat. He just kept a smile on his face that seemed like it hurt like hell. His silence was killing me but I didn’t complain. At least I was by his side again.

‘’Do you wanna guess why I didn’t snitch of you to the police?’’ Jerome suddenly suggested strangely. ‘’Um..because snitches get stitches?’’ I guessed lamely. It made him laugh. ‘’Oh Y/N you’re still yourself. I thought you’d be terrified of me’’ He admitted with amusement in his voice. ‘’But the reason is because I like you and I didn’t want you to go to hell with me. I kinda had this feeling you’d come back sooner or later’’ Jerome admitted and made me feel tingly. Was he serious?

‘’Wait..so are you saying that..um..I mean..’’ I started blabbering something. Jerome hit the brakes and I squealed, holding onto the seat-belt so I wouldn’t fly through the window. No words were changed. He cupped my face and pulled me close to him. The next thing I knew was a shocker. Jerome pressed his bloody lips against mine, making my heart flutter like a butterfly on fire. I shut my eyes and let the moment control me.

I kissed him back gently and enjoyed the thrill I got. Although his face was almost falling off and he was bloody, I could enjoy the kiss because he did. Then he pulled back and looked into my eyes. ‘’is that a good answer for you?’’ He wanted to know. ‘’You bet it is’’ I giggled and suddenly I felt happy again. It’s like my sadness washed away and I could enjoy life again.

Because I knew that I had Jerome again and this time I wouldn’t leave his side no matter what..

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter Would Include

Tony Stark x daughter!Reader (platonic)


Word Count: 2985 (yikes)

A/N: I’m trying something new you guys. this is my first tony thing and it’s also my first headcanon so let me know what you think :)

-you were brought to him when you were two during 2009, a year after the creation of Iron man

-your mother had just overdosed (Tony did not know how to pick ‘em) and the police found you bawling in her studio apartment over her body. a blood test revealed you were Tony’s

-absolutely utterly unready to be a father

-Pepper is the only reason he (and you)  pulled through the first two months

-she created your living quarters and took care of your needs for your arrival while Tony trapped himself in his lab for the first month trying to figure out how?

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My Teammate’s a Vampire

Summary: The team recently found out that you’re a vampire and they don’t quite know how to take in the new information.

A/N: I have such a hard time writing really angsty stuff when it involves the entire team being angsty, so I’ve decided to make it somewhat fluffy. Again, I know that some of my plots don’t align with the way Marvel wrote these characters, but who’s to say I can’t have an imagination? Happy reading!

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 1,451.


The team sat in the conference room, baffled.

“You mean to tell me you’re a vampire?” Clint asked in disbelief. You shrugged and nodded.

“I know this is a lot to take in —”

“Y/N, we’ve known you for a long time and we never knew this about you,” Bucky said, his eyes meeting yours. You sighed.

“I know I should’ve told you guys, but it’s really hard.”

“But we’re you’re teammates,” Wanda pleaded.

“I know that. It’s really hard accepting this part of me. Everyone is afraid of vampires because of what the media created. Don’t you think anyone would’ve wanted to kill me if I said anything? I’ve had my experiences with that,” you said. 

“Okay, that’s valid,” Steve pointed out. The team sat around you at the conference desk, looking at you. You knew they wanted to ask questions.

“Alright, ask me anything you want.”

Everyone bombarded you with questions and you found yourself wincing at the sudden increase in volume.

“One at a time!” you yelled over the commotion.

“Is it true that you need to be bitten to turn into a vampire?” Pietro asked.

“That’s true. When you’re bitten, the vampire biting you needs to actually suck your blood so that their saliva mixes with your blood. Then you have twelve hours to drink blood, otherwise you die,” you explained. Everyone grimaced.

“Do you drink human blood?” Sam asked. You shook your head.

“No. I’ve never tried human blood before.”

“Then how are you alive? Err, I mean, dead? I don’t know.” You chuckled.

“I drank from a deer.”

“Do you have to feed regularly?” Natasha asked.

“Actually, no. I only need to drink blood every two years or so. I can live off of that, I don’t have to eat.”

“But you eat with us all the time?” Tony asked, confused.

“My body performs the same functions as humans, except I don’t gain weight. I’m stuck at whatever height and weight I was when I was bitten,” you said.

“I’m so jealous,” Wanda said, looking you up and down. “Your body is absolutely killer.” You laughed and gave Wanda a side-hug.

“Believe it or not, in my day, I was considered to be skinny and not what was accepted at the time.”

“If vampires sleep during the day, why are you up during the day?” asked Tony. 

“We don’t need sleep, actually. That’s why I’m never tired. But, I can command my body to sleep if I wanted to.” 

“What abilities do you have?” Steve asked.

“Well, I’m able to fly, run pretty quickly — yes, even faster than you, Pietro — I have acute hearing and sense of smell, and I can communicate with other animals.” The team gaped at you, their jaws to the floor.

“No fucking way,” Bucky said. Bruce grinned and grabbed a notepad from his shoulder bag.

“Tell me more. How are you able to communicate?” You laughed and told him to put away the notepad.

“I’m afraid I don’t know that answer myself. I’m still curious.”

“Is it true that you’re immortal?” asked Vision asked.

“I’m not, I just age a lot slower than you guys do.”

“How slow?” You pondered for a moment.

“Let’s put it this way. You guys turn a year older every year. I turn a year older every fifty years.”

“That makes no sense,” Steve said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“It’s kind of hard to explain. I was seventeen when I was turned,” you said.

“How old are you now?”


“Holy shit, this means you were born in the seventeen hundreds,” Bucky said in disbelief.

“Seventeen twelve, to be exact,” you relied. Natasha’s eyes widened.

“No way.”

“Yes way. You better believe it.”

“So you’ve experienced getting used to the new world?” Steve asked.

“Kind of. Like you, I had to learn to adapt to a new world, but I had to do it every time there was a revolution. I had it easier, considering I wasn’t frozen for over seventy years.”

“You went through the French and American Revolutions, and everything,” Bruce said more to himself.

“Sort of. I mean, I was a troublesome person, so I stuck my nose on people’s business, but left when I got bored. I didn’t need anyone knowing what I was,” you said. You looked at Steve. "By the way, Steve, I actually punched Hitler. It was in nineteen forty. He tried to hit on me and take me to his room, but I wasn’t having it,“ you said. He looked at you with his mouth wide open.

"One badass,” Sam whispered. You laughed.

“No way,” Steve said. “What other famous people have you met?”

“Loads! George Washington, Louis XIV, and by the way, his palace is such a nice place to live in. Let’s see, who else? Michael Jackson, John Locke, Marilyn Monroe, President Kennedy, James Dean —”

“You knew James Dean?” Wanda asked in excitement. You chuckled and nodded.

“Oh yeah. He’s got the softest lips.” She squealed while the boys groaned in annoyance.

"I’ve met too many famous people to count. I really liked living in the twenties, though. I was in Chicago and participated in the whole ‘flapper’ phase before I made my way up to Brooklyn.”

“When did you move to Brooklyn?” Bucky asked.

“A little over a year before we joined the war. I actually knew who you were, Sergeant,” you teased, bowing your head.

“Why didn’t you say hello or tell me you knew me when we met?”

“Well, I didn’t find a good time to introduce myself. You were always with the ladies,” you mused. You turned to Steve. “And you. I also knew about you before the whole serum phenomenon. I was the one who accepted you into the program.”


“Really. With Howard’s approval, that is. I liked the fight in you.” Steve smiled and gave you a grin that said 'thank you.’

“I’ve done a lot of things in my lifetime as well as travelled to a lot of places. I’ve got loads of stories from different times and places.”

“Is anyone else still not over the fact that Y/N is so old? You’re older than Bucky and Steve,” Tony said. You slapped Tony’s chest and he winced.

“I don’t hit like an old lady, do I?” Tony put his hand over where you slapped him and pretended to be hurt.

“You cut me deep,” he joked.

“My best friend’s a vampire,” Natasha said. “That’s so cool.”

“And, you guys don’t have to worry about me sucking your blood or anything. The media likes to think vampires do that kind of stuff, but we really don’t. We’re not into the whole 'Suck-The-Blood-Out-Of-Every-Human’ thing,” you reassured. The team smiled at you.

“We’re not worried,” Natasha said. “You’re like family to us. You’ve had our backs since day one. I think you saving our asses on multiple occasions outweighs everything else.”

“Yeah,” Clint said. “You’ve been around my kids before and they love you. We don’t really see you any differently.”

“You’re that much cooler, if anything,” said Wanda.

You grinned at the team. It was so nice knowing you could let your guard down and be the real you with everyone else. No longer did you need to hide your true identity because the people you loved the most accepted you for who you were. 

“Well, I’m tired,” Tony said. “Everyone out, we’ve got an early morning.” 

The team filed out of the conference room and made their way to their bedrooms. You were about to open the door to yours when Steve tapped your shoulder. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Steve stood, not knowing what to say. 

“I just wanted to say thank you for believing in me. It was really hard trying to get enlisted with all of my health problems and nobody believed that I could do it,” he said. Your facial features softened and you gave his bicep a squeeze. 

“Hey, you’re welcome. Anyone that has as much ambition as you do deserves to get what they want. I don’t think you remember, but I was the first girl you talked to when you got accepted. You were so shy and you told me no girl had given you the time of day and that if you were to die in the next five minutes, you were happy I was giving you any attention at all.” 

Steve laughed at the memory and closed his eyes, reliving it. 

“I remember that. I couldn’t put a face to the girl after all these years, but it’s really clear now.” You offered a small smile. 

“I’m really happy that you didn’t die, for one, and I’m happy that you’re still true to your ideals. It’s why I picked you in the first place.” Steve smiled back. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna turn in,” you said. 

“I thought vampires didn’t need any sleep?”

“No, but you do. Go to sleep, Steve.” He saluted you goodnight and left to his quarters, grateful for all you had done for him. 

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Things’ll Get Brighter

@laquilasse dared me to write this @camsthisky was a catalyst so blame them when you cry. 

I also want to dedicate this to @thegalacticpope it’s her birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CJ.

This is the reunion Dick and Damian didn’t really get to have when they met after realizing each other was alive. Enjoy.

Words: 4,562

Rating: Gen

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Damian was confident he could recognize Grayson from any angle and in any disguise. Currently, he’d found his brother in Madrid, Spain, wearing the same Spyral uniform he’d seen him in less than two weeks prior when they’d both found out the other was alive. He was standing, with his back to Damian speaking with another man with dark skin and dark eyes, who carried himself much like Grayson did. In the crowded city square Damian had little reason to think the other man would consider him a threat. By the time he would even consider it Grayson should have already recognized Damian.

He didn’t really care who the other man was. Only that his brother was in reach at last, and Damian’s tracking skills were of excellent use. He did not slow his rushed steps as he almost ran to his brother. The man he’d hardly had time to etch back into his memory again. The man he’d kept trying to convince himself really was alive and really had met with him earlier. He’d put his quest on hold, leaving Maya and Goliath to hunt down his errant brother for a proper reunion, one that wasn’t bogged down with Grayson trying to clear his name or whatever it had been he’d been doing.

Though to tell himself the truth, Damian would have to admit it wasn’t only for a reunion. In the months he’d been alive again he had lost the person he could go to for anything. With his fear and his worries. His weakness and his pain. And now that he had him back, the first place Damian ran to when overwhelmed was his brother.

“Grayson.” He announced, as he neared the men, letting the joy of finding him seep into his voice.

The man turned and Damian froze in place, his elation gone like smoke as he realized the man did not have his brother’s face. This was not Grayson.

“I’m sorry. I must have mistook you—” he started, stepping back.

Before he could move further to retreat from his mistake, the man shot forward, closing the distance between them. He scooped Damian into his arms before he could think to retaliate. Just as he’d been shocked by the man not being Grayson, he was struck by the realization that it had to be. He knew this hold like his mother’s and his father’s. Better than theirs in fact. One did not forget the feeling of being hugged or carried by Dick Grayson. However, that did not explain the face.

He watched as the man’s, Dick’s, hand reach up toward his face and motioned before the unfamiliar features smoothed into ones Damian knew well, a bright smile lighting up his face.

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Mission Accomplished (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Hello beautiful!! I love your blog so much!! Can I please have a Steve Rogers imagine where the reader really really likes him and asks the avengers for advice but he overhears. And the reader always gets really shy and clumsy when he’s around. Ends in a really cute way with fluff? It would mean a lot take all the time you need 😊💖

Requested By: @neverlands-music-girl

Word Count: 4,051

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Hello, lovely followers! I am finally back and actually wrote something! I am so sorry that I haven’t posted anything in such a long time. I have been so busy with college and I just now had time to sit down and write. Also I am sorry if this kind of sucks but I hope you all enjoy! And to @neverlands-music-girl who requested this, thank you very much for the request and I am glad that you love my blog! Well, I hope you all enjoy and hopefully I will be able to write more often!

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“(Y/N), you need to just tell him,” Nat insisted as she gripped your shoulders. Immediately shaking your head ‘no,’ a sigh escaped her lips as she glared at you. “Why not?”

“Well, for one, he’s him and I’m me,” You said with a chuckle. Earning a disapproving look from Nat, you sighed as you collapsed onto your bed. 

“Oh, please,” She scoffed as she rolled her eyes. Sitting down next to you, she pulled you up into a sitting position.

“Well, it’s true,” You said with a shrug. “I mean, just look at him. He’s tall, kind, super strong, and not to mention extremely handsome. How would he ever like me?”

“Steve already does like you,” She insisted once more, trying to convince you that her words are true. “Just talk to him.”

“Ha, yeah right. When did that ever work out for me?” You quipped back as you remembered every time you tried to talk to him. Without fail you would either say something extremely stupid, knock something over, or fall flat on your face. Glancing at your watch, you sighed as you stood up from the bed. “Well, I got to go. Sam’s training me in a few. See ya, Nat.”

With a quick goodbye to you, she left your room to let you get ready. Pulling on your workout clothes, you grab your water bottle as you head down to the gym. Turning down the hallway, you about stop dead in your tracks when you see who is at the end of the hallway. Gulping, you could feel your anxiety spike as you recognized the tall figure with that absolutely gorgeous smile.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” Steve’s voice called out from down the hall as he waved at you. Flashing you his dazzling smile, he quickly jogged towards you since you had become cemented to the floor. “Sam ended up having to go on a impromptu mission today, so I’ll be training you. Are you ready?”

Growing increasingly flustered at how close he is, you nod silently, not trusting your own voice. Of course he just had to train you today. With a quick glance at your outfit, you chastise yourself for not putting on your cute workout clothes. Leading you into the training room, Steve made small chat with you as you started to stretch and warm up.

“So how are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long,” Steve chatted as he stretched his arm behind his back, causing his shirt to slightly lift up. As your eyes darted down to his exposed abs, you gulped once again as you too stretched. 

“I-I’m g-good,” You stuttered, waves of embarrassment flooding over you. Diverting your eyes to literally anywhere else in the room, you tried to ignore just how overwhelming Steve’s presence was. As if I could ever ignore him, you thought to yourself with a chuckle as your eyes eventually settled on him. From the moment you met him, your heart was already his without him knowing it. All it took was one smile about a year ago and you were his. 

It was your very first day at the Avengers compound and you were extremely nervous. When S.H.I.E.L.D. was still up and running, you were one of the greatest agents that they had. You were always on time for work and always got the mission done, no matter what. When S.H.I.E.L.D. went under and all of the H.Y.D.R.A. agents were exposed, you quickly had to go undercover in fear of being found and killed. A couple of years later and you were quietly doing vigilante work as you tried to stop every last H.Y.D.R.A. agent out there. Well whenever your path crossed with the Avengers, you quickly foiled their missions in order to stop  H.Y.D.R.A. yourself to get your revenge. When Nat and Clint finally figured out who was constantly messing with the team, they immediately offered you a position with the Avengers, glad that you were still alive and glad that they had found another old friend. 

Of course though, for the first time in your career, you were late for work. Late for your first day. As you tried to push back your own nerves as you ran into the compound, you characteristically tripped and fell onto the floor. Before you could even pick yourself up, a hand was stretched out for you to take. When you took it, your eyes trailed up the very muscular arm to find that it was attached to the one and only Steve Rogers.

“Are you okay?” Steve had asked with an eye-crinkling smile as he pulled you up. As you nodded your head in embarrassment, Steve quickly picked up your belongings and handed them back to you. “I’m Steve, and you are?”

“(Y/N),” You answered as you felt your knees wobble underneath his gaze. 

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” Steve said with a smile that captured your heart within a nanosecond. “Welcome to the team.”

“Uh, (Y/N)? You there?” Steve’s voice rang out as he pulled you from your memory. 

“Wha-?” You called out in shock as you lost your footing on the moving treadmill. Arms flailing as the treadmill shot you off, you landed with a thud on the hard concrete floor.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked just like before as he stretched out his hand. As you grabbed his hand to allow him to pull you up, you couldn’t help but notice that your hand fit perfectly in his. 

“Uh, y-yeah. I’m just, um, I’m gonna go now,” You stuttered as you felt the heat of embarrassment crash over you. Quickly spinning around from Steve, you ran into the punching bag. Stumbling once more, now even more embarrassed, you sped towards the doors as you tried to slow down your racing heart. You were absolutely positive that you had never felt a spark before when he grabbed your hand. But why did you feel one now?

A couple of weeks after the treadmill incident, you found yourself obsessing over the spark that you felt when he touched your hand. Every time your mind came back to it, you tried to convince yourself that it was just static electricity, or some other weird thing. You would not let yourself believe that that spark actually meant something in fear of getting your heart broken.

When your mind went back to Steve and the spark, you could feel the frustration building up inside of you. Why did you have to like Steve?! Or better yet, love him? Why did your heart like to torture you so by thinking about what it would be like with Steve even though it knew you could never have him?

Wiping away the tears that came from the anger you had for yourself, you felt a rush of bravery wash over you as your feet took you to where all of the Avengers were. You were going to get advice on how to admit your feelings to Steve. You were going to form a plan just like any other mission and you were going to do what you do best: complete the mission no matter what it takes. No matter if your heart breaks in the process.

“Ah, there’s my favorite little agent!” Tony called out as he saw you walk into the living room. A small smile formed on your lips as you greeted all of the Avengers. 

“Okay, I need your guys’ help,” You said with a shaky breath as your eyes traveled over each and every one of them.

“How should we ever be of service, Lady (Y/N)?” Thor’s deep voice resonated as each of the Avengers turned towards you to give you their undivided attention.

“Okay,” You said as you took a deep breath in. “I’m in love with Steve and I need to finally admit my feelings for him or else I’m going to go crazy. So, how do I do that?”

The shocked look on the Avengers made you furrow your eyebrows. You didn’t understand why they were confused, considering that they all knew of your affections for the Captain. 

“I think you just did,” Clint broke through the silence as he pointed a finger at something behind you. Freezing in your spot, you felt your blood run cold. 

“We’ll, uh, give you two a moment,” Bruce said with a small smile as he ushered everyone out.

“But I want to watch!” Tony whined to which he received a quick smack from Nat. Throwing a wink over her shoulder, she mouthed ‘good luck.’

Mustering up all of the courage that you could, you forced yourself to turn around and face Steve. There he stood, a shocked look sprawled across his features as his baby blue eyes bore into yours. 

“You-you love me?” Steve stammered as you bit your lip, nodding. “For how long?”

“Basically since I’ve met you,” You said in a small voice.

“But-wha-how?” He stumbled over his words, making you laugh lightly.

“Finally I’m not the one stumbling over my words,” You said with a small chuckle even though you were absolutely terrified. “And it’s pretty simple, really. You are absolutely wonderful and everything I could ever want and more.”

Silence followed your words. Even though you haven’t directly said those three words to his face, those last couple of words held all the truth about your feelings towards the man you had given your heart to.

Blinking away the shock that your words held, Steve took a step towards you, making you draw a quick intake of breath. Grabbing your hand in his, Steve pulled you close to him as he took in a deep breath.

“You’re everything I could ever want and more too, (Y/N). I have loved you for so long now, that I didn’t think it was ever possible that you would ever return my feelings,” Steve said in a whisper as he tilted your chin up towards him. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips and then back up to your eyes, silently asking for your permission to do the very thing that his heart has ached to do for a whole year now.

With a slight nod of your head, Steve gently brushed his lips against yours, still hesitant at what you would do. You felt your breath catch in your throat as his lips brushed over yours once more and as his sweet breath fanned over your face as you waited in anticipation. When his lips finally settled onto yours, you couldn’t help but let your smile break out onto your face as your fingers weaved into his blonde hair. Steve’s hands found the small of your back as he too smiled into the kiss, pulling you even closer to him.

When the two of you finally pull back, you can’t help but just stand there with your eyes closed as you try to process just what had happened. When you finally open your eyes, you smiled as you saw Steve in exactly the same position you were in only a few seconds ago.

“YES, GO LADY (Y/N) AND THE CAPTAIN OF AMERICA!” Thor’s booming voice called from around the corner, causing both of your eyes to dart over to see all of the Avengers peering around the corner. As embarrassment flooded through your body and as Steve’s face reddened, you quickly turned to Steve to hide your face in his large chest. Wrapping his arms around you, Steve looked down at you with a blissful smile gracing his face.

“Does this mean you two can finally be together now?” Sam said as he smiled at the two of you. 

“Does it?” You asked as you looked into Steve’s eyes. 

His smile grew even wider as he placed a kiss onto your forehead. “Absolutely.”

Feeling your own smile grace your lips, you wrapped your arm around his neck as you pulled him into another breathtaking kiss. “Mission accomplished.”

Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (5/15)

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AU Summary: Tony helps Y/N learn about her own abilities.

Notes: so yeah i can’t wait to post all the chapters i have! you guys are in for a ride. this story is crap but its my crap so thank you for reading it :)

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“She’s not a prisoner.”

“I agree.”

“Then why is she in a cell. Again?”

“Because, Rogers, she broke the other one. Now what does that tell you?” Fury leaned back on his chair and brought his feet up his desk.

Steve looked away and shook his head. “That Y/N is stronger than we thought.”

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