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Spy Date

A/N: Still can’t get the Keep Reading link up. Again, I’m sorry for the space I’m taking up on your dashboard.

Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: The Avengers spy on you and Peter on your first date.

Word Count: 2,660

“DAD!”

Tony jumped at the sudden intrusion of your voice. He looked up to see you, a bright smile on your face.

Tony sighed, wiping his hands with a dirty rag, “Try not to do that when I’m working. Unless you want things to blow up, in which case, do it all you want.”

You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry.” You took a deep breath, “So, I have some exciting news.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, “Does it involve me?”

“Not really.”

He waved a hand, “Then I’m not interested.”

You rolled your eyes, “Daaaad.”

Tony chuckled, “I kid. Seriously, I’m not that heartless. What’s up, buttercup?”

You put your hands together, grinning widely, “Peter asked me out!”

Tony froze, processing your words. “Peter? As in Peter Parker? Spiderling Peter Parker?”

You put your hands on your hips, “Do you know any other Peter Parkers? Of course, it’s him, Dad.”

Tony nodded but said nothing. Instead, he started to walk out of the lab.

You raised an eyebrow, “You’re not going to say anything?”

He stopped, turning back to look at you. He placed a hand on his head, “Sorry, hon. Uh, that’s great. Where’s he taking you?”

“Well, first we’re going to eat at the Brooklyn Diner.”

“Cheap.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly at him, “Then, he’s going to take me to Central Park.”

Your dad scoffed, “That’s not much of a date.”

“It is only the first date.”

Tony blinked, “First date? Are you planning on having more?”

You shrugged, “Well, assuming it goes well, probably. Plus, I really like him. So, yeah, we probably will have more.”

Tony rubbed his chin, “Interesting.” Without saying another word, he walked out of the lab.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, “Ooookay?”


“(Y/N)’s going on a date.”

Clint chuckled, “Is that why you called us?”

Tony crossed his arms, “This is very serious, Barton.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “No, it’s not. You’re making this serious. She’s a teenage girl.”

“My teenage girl. “ Tony said, pointing to himself.

Sam shrugged, “What difference does it make? Let her have her fun. Besides, it’s only the first date. Nothing ever happens on the first date.”

Steve nodded, “And, besides, she’s going out with Peter. He’s a good kid. He’d never do anything to your daughter, Tony.”

Tony sighed, “Cap, you don’t know that. He’s a teenage boy. You know how they can be.” He looked at Steve again, “Okay, well, maybe not you.”

“You are being dramatic, Stark.” Thor said, pointing Mjolnir at him, “Let the young ones have their fun.”

Bruce nudged the billionaire, “You always say you want her to be happy.”

“I thought you were on my side. Anyway, they did it all wrong. If a guy likes a girl, he has to ask the girl’s dad before asking her out. That’s like Dating Etiquette 101. Apparently, Parker didn’t take that class this semester.”

“That’s a little old-fashioned, don’tcha think, Stark?” Clint popped a chestnut into his mouth.

Tony scoffed, “No. It’s common courtesy. He should have asked me before asking her.”

“Would you have said yes?” Nat raised an eyebrow.

“Ye - no. Maybe. But, he didn’t ask so I couldn’t have said anything.”

Steve sighed, “Okay, we get it. You don’t like the idea of her going out. But, is that the only reason you called us here?”

Tony chuckled, “Oh, no. As (Y/N)’s father, I only care about what’s best for her. So, I need volunteers to help me spy on them.”

Bruce rolled his eyes, “I knew something like this was going to happen.”

Tony raised his hands, “Hands? Come on, I’m not playing spy by myself. Clint, Widow, you’re spies. Help a guy out here.”

Clint stood up, stretching, “This is gonna be hilarious. Sure, I’ll go.”

Natasha sighed, standing up as well, “I’ll go. To make sure that you don’t ruin their date.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to ruin their date. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t ruin her.”

Steve crossed his arms, “Tony, don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”

Tony clasped his hands together, “Well, we know who’s not coming. Anyone else?”

Sam chuckled, “Sorry, Stark. I’m not spying on your daughter.”

Thor held up Mjolnir, “I shall come.”

Tony squinted his eyes, “Yeah, no offense, Point Break. But, you’re not exactly subtle. I guess this will have to do. Nat, use your spy skills to find out when her date is.”

Natasha placed a hand on her hip, “Can’t you ask her yourself?”

“I already asked her where. Go on. She trusts you.”

Natasha let out a sigh, “Whatever.”

With that, she walked out of the meeting room.


You were in your room, typing away on your laptop when you heard a knock on the door. 

You closed your laptop, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Natasha came walking in, “Hey, (Y/N).”

You smiled, getting off your bed and meeting her halfway. You wrapped your arms around her waist, “Hey, Nat. It’s good to see you.”

She hugged you back, rubbing your back, “You, too. Anyway, I heard that you’re going on a date with Spider-Man.”

You chuckled, pulling away from her, “My dad is such a gossip.”

“Are you excited?”

You nodded, “Oh, definitely. I’ve had a crush on Peter for so long. I was thinking of asking him, but I didn’t want to risk being rejected. Plus, my dad would most likely have murdered him if I was rejected. But, he asked me out, so I was worrying for nothing.”

Nat patted you on the back, “I’m happy for you, (Y/N). When are you going?”

You hugged yourself, “Saturday night. He says that Central Park is more romantic at night.”

Natasha smirked, “So, he’s the romantic type?”

You giggled, “Apparently. I’m really looking forward to it. Oh! Do you think you can help me pick an outfit? I want to look nice but nothing too fancy.”

“I would love to.” She gave you another hug before walking out the door.


Saturday had come quicker than you expected. But, you weren’t complaining. Natasha helped you pick out a cute outfit, and you were eagerly awaiting the arrival of your date.

“I want you home no later than eleven, got it?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Dad.”

“And if he does anything to you, let me know.”

You raised an eyebrow at your father, “Dad, this is Peter we’re talking about. Without the mask, he’s a stuttering sweetheart. He’s not going to do anything.”

Tony shrugged, “Hey, it’s been known to happen. And, if he starts to get boring, you can walk out.”

You shook your head, “Oh, brother.”

The ding of the elevator drew your attention away from your dad. The doors slid open, revealing none other than the Spiderling himself.

He smiled upon seeing you. He walked over to where you and your dad were standing.

“Hey, (Y/N). You look great.”

You smiled, “Right back at you, Peter.”

“Parker.”

Peter gulped, nervously looking at Tony, “Uh, h-hey, Mr. Stark. Good to, uh, see you, too?”

Tony glared at him, “Bring her home by eleven. And, don’t touch her. You ought to be lucky that I’m allowing this.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-yes, sir. Uh, come on, (Y/N).”

You nodded, quickly hugging your father, “Bye, Dad. See you later.”

Tony hugged you back, “Not too much later.”

Eventually, you and Peter made your way out of the Tower.

“All right. Commence Operation: Spy Date.”

“Spy Date? Is that the best you can do?” Clint walked into the room, twirling an arrow in his hand.

“Uh, what are you doing with those arrows?”

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what I always do with these arrows?”

Tony chuckled, “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me. I said spy. We are spying. Meaning we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Those, Legolas, will draw attention.”

“Don’t act like you know anything about being a spy, Tony. Because, you don’t.” Natasha walked into the room, wearing a black leather jacket over a grey tank top and jeans.

Tony held out a hand towards Nat, “See? Guess we know who the better spy is.”

Clint held his arrow above Tony’s head, “Don’t make me make a kabob out of you.”

“You know, Peter and (Y/N) are not going to be out all night. You want to spy on them, Tony? Then, I suggest we head out.” Natasha got in between the two men and pushed them away from each other.

“Widow’s right. Let’s go.”


The three Avengers got into one of Tony’s cars and drove to the Brooklyn Diner.

Clint and Nat got out of the car, but Tony did not.

“What are you waiting for, Stark? This is your daughter we’re spying on.” Clint placed his sunglasses over his eyes.

Tony nodded, “Exactly. She’ll most likely recognize me no matter how much I disguise myself. Now, go in there and do what spies do. Don’t pick a table too close. I don’t need them getting suspicious. Talk to me through your coms and let me know if he does anything.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “You better hope she doesn’t recognize us either. Come on, Hawkeye. Let’s get this over with.”

“Can we order food? Cause I’m starving.”


Natasha and Clint got a table not too far from (Y/N) and Peter. They held their menus up to shield their faces.

Clint huffed, “Does he want us to listen in on their conversation? Because, we’re too far away.”

Natasha sighed, “Stark is making too big a deal out of this. He ought to let her enjoy her night.”

Uh, you know your coms are on right?” Natasha winced at the sudden intrusion of Tony’s voice in her ear.

She placed a finger on the com, “So what if they are? They’re not doing anything. From what I can tell, they seem to be having a nice conversation.”

Clint reclined in his chair, “Yeah, and besides, they’re sitting across from each other. The most they can do is hold hands.”

No holding hands on the first date.”

Nat shook her head, “Tony, you’re being too much of a dad.”

Uh, I’m sorry. Who has kids around here?”

“(Y/N) just laughed. He must be funny.”

“She laughs at everything. Seriously, if you just look at her, she’ll start laughing.”

“Well, they just got their food. Looks like Parker got a burger while (Y/N) got a cheesesteak.” Clint looked at his menu, “Are we supposed to watch them eat? Because I’m hungry enough as it is. If I knew we were coming to a diner and not going to order anything, I wouldn’t have come.”

(Y/N)’s a very fast eater. She’ll be done soon. And, if you’re hungry, there are plenty of hot dog carts around New York. Just hope there’s one near Central Park.”

“Fine. But, you’re paying.”

About ten minutes later, the two teenagers had finished their meals and were heading out the door.

Nat pushed the button on her com, “Tony, they’re heading out the door.”

I see them. They’re not holding hands, but they’re standing a little too close. Six inch rule, anyone?”

Clint chuckled, “Six inch rule? You are such a dad.”

They’re down the street. You can come out now. We’ll take the long way to Central Park.”

Nat sighed, “We’re on our way.”


Ten minutes later, the three Avengers arrived at Central Park.

“Sweet. Hot dog cart at six o’clock. Pay up, Stark. You owe me.” Clint stuck out his hand, waiting for some money to be placed into it.

Tony rolled his eyes, fishing out a twenty from his wallet. “Here. I expect change.”

Clint looked down at the bill, “A twenty? That’s it?”

Tony put his wallet back in his pocket, “You don’t need a hundred to buy some weiners. Now, go. Before I change my mind.”

“Fine. Nat, you want anything?”

She shrugged, “See if they have corn dogs. If not, just get a dog with mustard and ketchup.”

Clint gave a two-fingered salute before heading over to the hot dog stand.

Tony clasped his hands together. “All right. Let’s go find the kids.”


It didn’t take long for Tony and Natasha to find the two teenagers. (Y/N) and Peter were leisurely strolling along the sidewalk.

“I feel so sorry for her. This must be the most boring date in the history of boring dates.”

Nat rolled her eyes, “Tony, why do you have to be like this? Let (Y/N) enjoy her night. They seem to really like each other.”

Tony shook his head, keeping his eyes on the two teenagers from the bush they were hiding behind, “I don’t care. She’s not ready to start dating.”

“Or, maybe you’re not ready to let her start dating?”

Tony blinked, looking over at Natasha, “What?”

She smirked slightly, “You don’t want her growing up, do you?”

“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m back. Here, Nat. No corn dogs, sorry. You didn’t want any, right, Tony?” Clint handed Natasha her hot dog and crouched down beside them.

Tony didn’t answer.

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Cat got your tongue?”

Nat took a bite of her hot dog then wiped her mouth with her sleeve, “I think Tony doesn’t want (Y/N) to grow up.”

Clint smirked, “Ah, now it all makes sense.”

Tony sighed, “Okay, fine. Maybe you’re right.”

Nat put her hand on Tony’s shoulder, “She’ll always be your little girl, Tony.”

Tony chuckled, “Yeah, but she’s not so little anymore. It’s tough, sometimes. In two years, she’ll be old enough to live her life on her own. I don’t know if I’m prepared for that.”

Clint smirked, “If you can handle robot armies, you can handle your kid growing up.”

“Well, kids and robots are two very different things. But, I guess I have no choice.” Tony looked up to see the two teenagers with their hands intertwined.

He smiled, “We’re done here. Let’s go.”


About half an hour later, you came walking through the front doors of the Tower with a huge smile on your face.

You entered the elevator, “To my room, JARVIS.”

Right away, Miss Stark.”

After a few minutes, you had arrived on your floor. The elevator doors opened, and you were surprised to see your dad standing there.

“Hey, Dad.”

Tony pulled you into a hug, “Hey, hon. How was your date?”

You blushed, remembering the good night you had with Peter. “Well, this is definitely not going to be the last date.”

Tony smirked, “Ah, so are you two a thing now?”

You grinned, “I’d say so. But, don’t worry. He didn’t kiss me. Well, he kissed my hand, but that’s it.”

Tony smiled, placing his hand on your head, “Well, I’m glad you had a good night. Parker’s a good kid.”

You nodded, “Yeah, he is. I’m going to bed now.” You gave your dad another hug, “I love you, Dad.”

Tony hugged you back, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, too.”

You pulled away then smirked, “You left earlier than I thought.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

You placed your hands on your hips, “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Tony looked down at you, “You know?”

“Yup. I saw your car when we left the diner. Come on, Dad. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize one of your cars?”

Tony sighed, “Why must you be so smart?”

“I’m your daughter. That’s why. Did you really have to spy on us?”

Tony placed his arm around you, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I guess it’s just hard for me seeing my little girl grow up.”

You smiled, leaning into your father, “I know, Dad. But, it’s going to happen eventually. But, no matter how old I get, I’ll always be your daughter. Nothing will ever change that.”

“I know that now.”

Guess Who? - part 5 (END)

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Based on Clue. You are invited to a strange house where you have to cooperate with the staff to solve the murder of one of the guests.

Word Count:1,800

Warnings: none (I think)

A/N: I used the beginning of part 4, but it’s part 5. This is the real ending, so here we go! I really hope you like this :) HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND A SAFE SAMHAIN TO ALL! 

Guess Who? - Masterpage

Originally posted by kingsebastian

The room fell strangely silent. Professor Iron was sitting between Hawkeye and Scarlet’s dead bodies, a forlorn look in his eyes. You were completely exhausted and your high heels were killing your feet.

To distract yourself, you went over the events of the night. The gears in your head were turning furiously as you tried to remember everything. There were four dead people in the room and eight people still breathing. Well, it could have been worse.

You let out a small gasp when everything clicked into place.

“Very well,” you said, breaking the peaceful silence. “I know who did it.”

The others looked at you incredulously. “You do?!”

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Little witch (Part 9)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 165

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: I’m so so sorry for posting it so late. I hope you like it and i promise to post the next part soon. I want to thank you all for the support. I have no idea how I got so many followers because of this story ♥ Please tell me what you thing :3 Enjoy! 

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Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

“I detected something.”, the captain informed the others, “Her helicopter is just below us.”

“I don’t want to ruin your moment but there’s nothing below us.”, Tony stated as he went closer to Steve and looked at the monitor.  

“She must have activated the invisible shield so we cannot see her, but the ship is on the ground.”

The passengers put their seatbelts on while Steve landed the helicopter. Once they were outside,  the Avengers were greeted by the frightening view. Wanda looked away and covered her mouth, Steve just closed his eyes for a moment. Everyone was stunned.  Vision was the first one to reach the bodies of the dead children.

“I understood now why she had decided to come.”, Nobody else dared to speak. The grey and icy place filled with death and ash shouldn’t be disturbed.

“We better go.”, Clint broke the silence. Pointing out (Y/N)’s steps formed in the ash, the man led the avengers towards Hydra’s base.


“It’s all in my head. You are not real! You cannot be real!”, (Y/N) kept saying this out loud but more to herself rather than to the people in front of her.

“Oh, sweetheart. We are more than real.”, the woman couldn’t stop grinning but from what was hard to be said. She was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed and a file in her hands. She had shoulder long brown hair. Her face looked young, with sharp features and sleek skin. The only thing giving away the ages were the wrinkles on her neck. (Y/N) looked again at her, trying to believe what she had heard. Her brain was against all of this. It whispered her that everything was an illusion, a false reality she should not believe in but once she met those grey eyes of the woman she knew. She knew that that was the reality, that the woman and the man in front of her were indeed her…

“Family.”, the man spoke, “Our family is together again.”

“My parents died some months ago. I saw them being killed.”

“You think we would really do this!?”

“You can be our daughter but we won’t risk our lives and mission because of you.”, the woman, whose name was Amanda, informed the girl. Although the words hurt the witch, she gulped and tried to understand the whole situation.

“Then why did you do that? I don’t understand anything!”, finally the power of her voice came back, “Why was I locked here and tortured while you were able to stop it!?”, with each world, her tone was getting louder and louder.

“We didn’t want to.”

“Wha- ”, (Y/N) tried to protest, to shout, to cry, to do something but she couldn’t.

“I thought you could have at least inherited my intelligence but no. Just like your father. Never knowing what’s going on.”, Amanda stood up and went to a near table. It was far but the girl was still able to see what was on it – nothing good.

“The kidnap, it was all fake. We planned this for months and I’m happy it went well. I was scared the civilians would scream and try to help you but the money we gave to the soldiers was enough to stop the people. It’s amazing what money can do to humanity, don’t you think?”, her mother was still with her back towards the girl and (Y/N) wasn’t able to see what she was doing.

“Why did you bring me here? Why did you lie to me and did this thing?”

“You were, how old, six or seven? I can’t remember and I don’t care. Too young but still old enough to understand it. We are the leaders of this base, (Y/N)! We were given time and recourses to achieve our mission. Thinking about what would happen to you never occurred to me, to be honest. I thought only about the success. And when you were the only one showing a problem with your abilities I was obliged to do everything to unlock them.”

“Didn’t you feel sorry about doing this to me? To your daughter!?”, (Y/N) screamed and the floor shaken slightly due to her powers.  The woman laughed and turned around carrying and injection with a green substance in it.

“No.”, Amanda said calmly and sat on the chair opposite her child, “Torturing you was the only way to keep you alive. So you better thank me not blame me.”

“You should have let me die.”, (Y/N) calmed down her rage, “You have no idea how many times I wanted this. How many times I was so close to ending my life. And you could have stopped me only because you need me as a weapon. I desired to see you again, to hug you and hear the words ‘I love you’, to tell me that everything was fine and we could go.”

“You should stop living in such a fairy tale. Life isn’t like that.”, her father spoke which made the girl look at him. He had been here for the whole time and after the first seconds she had forgotten about him.

“You must look at the big picture not at the details. You are a weapon, my weapon and I will use you whatever it takes. When you escaped I hoped you have died somewhere so no one would understand about you being a failure. I didn’t want to lose my head because of you being a disgrace. But I was wrong.”, the woman stood again and start walking towards the girl. (Y/N) was moving in order to escape and get away from that person she was supposed to call mother, “You have no idea how blessed you are for being trained by the avengers. Now, your powers are raging inside you, ready to explode and ruin everything. I cannot miss such an opportunity, darling.”, Despite her soft hands, the grip on (Y/N)’s face was strong enough to make her stop moving. Seconds later the girl felt a strong pain in her neck as the injection had went though her skin. It didn’t take much until the liquid had reached her brain. The things in front of her were blurring and spinning. She blinked several times but it didn’t get better. The girl tried to use her powers but had no energy for that.

“What are you doing to me?!”

“Something we are very popular with – brainwashing.”, the envy smile was the last thing (Y/N) saw.

“Why aren’t there any guards?”, Peter asked as the avengers reached the base.

“I think they were occupied with (Y/N).”, Tony stated, “Jarvis scanned the building. Some are coming towards us but most are deep down probably protecting something, or somebody.”

“So, Clint, I, Tony and Bruce will make you a way and keep the agents occupied. You go.”, Nat announced.

The group waited until Iron man, Black widow, Hawkeye and Hulk cleared their way. Once it was done the others broke into the base without any problems. Steve and Vision took left, while Thor, Wanda and Peter took right. They were walking in silence as every one of them was immersed in their thoughts. Nobody was surprised by the fact Peter didn’t speak. They all knew how close they had become and the fact that Peter was in love with the girl. The avengers were so happy for them, especially Wanda and Tony. For Tony Peter was like a son. He loved him although he tried to cover it with his sarcasm as he tended to do. Wanda felt (Y/N) as her own sister and was glad to see her adapt with the avengers and slowly falling in love finally able to feel like a normal teenager with superpowers.

“Now…where?”, Thor questioned. They had three options – along, left or right.

“I’m for left.”

“You can sense her?”, Peter asked filled with hope but Wanda’s answer ruined his beliefs.

“No, Peter. See the mountain of bodies.”, Thor and Peter looked left and saw the whole corridor covered in blood and dead men.

Peter was shocked. ‘Had (Y/N) done that?’, he couldn’t believe what he saw and despite the view, he wasn’t going to give up on her. He knew she was dangerous but everyone needed to be shown a path of good and he was willing to give it to her.

“Let’s go, we are running out of time!”, Peter was running through the bodies not caring about them.  The little witch was the only thing in his head. Wanda and Thor kept up with him until they reached what they were looking for.

“It’s not working.”, an angry voice reached (Y/N)’s ears. She was in that condition when you are neither asleep nor awake. She was and wasn’t here. She knew she was under an opiate. It created so many illusions that kept her on the edge. Real and Surreal. What should she trust? She kept seeing Peter coming but not rescuing her. He had been telling her she was a monster, weapon, dangerous. That he was ashamed of her and he never meant the lovely things he had said. Deep inside she knew it wasn’t true but the words…He, real or not, was right. She was a killing machine, not deserving love, family, anything.

“Why isn’t it working, Samuel?”

“I – I don’t k-know.”, the man stuttered, “I tested it several times and it worked.”

“I need it to work on everybody! I will make it on my own.”, a sound of a gun shooting echoed through the room. It affected (Y/N) and she slightly opened her eyes for some seconds. The woman was nearing her carrying another injection in her hands.

“Calm down, darling. We are not finished, yet.”, Amanda was inches away from her when somebody started beating the door. The woman turned around and when she realized what was about to happen, she hurried to inject the girl. The needle was in her neck when the door broke and flew across the room. Amanda crouched in order to keep her face safe.

When Peter saw his precious girl tied on a chair looking dead and with an injection in her skin, he ran towards her. Taking the needle out he tried to bring her back.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)! Hey, listen to be sweetheart! I’m here, you are fine.”, but the girl was drugged and the effects of it weren’t disappearing that fast.

“Don’t you dare move!”, Wanda shouted. Peter turned around and saw a woman holding a knife and struggling to get out of Wanda’s magic hold.

“What have you done to her?”, Peter screamed at the woman but received a laugh. The boy turned around to face the girl and untied her.

“You can’t save her.”, the tone sent shivers down his spine. Something in the way she had said that made him believe the spoken. ‘No!’ He was going to save her, to protect and care about her and nothing was going to stop him from that. Peter took one of (Y/N)’s hands and put it on his shoulders trying to keep her up. As he was about to call Thor for help he saw him falling on the ground. Wanda loosened her magic grip on the woman with the knife in shock. The woman used this opportunity and stuck the cold weapon in his thigh. Screaming in agony, Peter lost balance and was going to fall on the ground but with the other leg he managed to stay up. (Y/N) groaned at those movements. Peter’s muscles were on fire. He had experienced worse things and holding a girl wasn’t supposed to be hard for him. As Peter was struggling with taking the knife away, Wanda was fighting with agents that had appeared without the three avengers noticing. Thor had been hit by a device that knocked him out. Using her powers, Wanda was doing good but for now.

“Peter, hurry!”, but the boy’s scream made her look away. She saw that the woman had injured the spider-boy. Scarlet witch didn’t know what to do and the seconds it took her to decide, she felt her body paralyzing and falling on the ground.

Spiderman saw his two partners lying on the floor, (Y/N)’s body seemed heavier and heavier with each minute passing.

“Peter.”, (Y/N) murmured and tried to open her eyes but still in vain.

“Karen…help.”, but the voice in his suit wasn’t answering him.

“I told you boy.”, the woman that had attacked him was now in front of him and grinning with satisfaction, “The knife was poisoned, that’s why you are feeling so weak.” , Peter found it hard to breathe and stay up.

“We-”, he spoke but fell on his knees dropping the girl’s body, “escape.”

“I don’t think so. Tie them!”, Amanda shouted at the soldiers around her. The four superheroes’ bodies were being dragged while the (Y/N)’s mother was muttering something.

“What would be better that having the avengers as our own bitches?”

Part 10

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Siblings

“Pairings: Damian Wayne x sister!Reader, Batfam x batsis!reader

Requested by anon:  Hiiii can I request more Damian x batsis but she is 5 years old and can it be super fluffy just like the one of avengers assemble, I swear it was the cutest thing ever💗💗💗💗 it can be about Halloween and matching costumes or going to the park or him helping her with kindergarten homework just something really fluffy

I hope you like this anon, I struggled through this one. In the accountancy period. I write in school. I get in trouble. Who cares.

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Father to the Unknown: Part 6

Prompt: All you wanted was normal. But having a superhero amazon for a mother, and recently resurrected dead father pretty much made that impossible.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part4, Part 5


    “You’re married?” You stare at Charlie, and before you can say anything he says, “He’s not good enough. You can do better.”

    You grin a little, “You haven’t even met him.”

    Sameer steps in, “All men are the same. They want one thing, and one thing only.” Your eyes flicker to your mother who’s trying to hold back laughter, beside her your grandmother appears to be doing the same.

    “A little help here,” you beg them.

    Your grandmother smiles, “I have yet to meet him. I can not vouch for his character. But I agree, all men are the same.”

     For half a second you eye the drop off of the cliff overlooking the practice field. The drop would hurt, but it wouldn’t kill you. “You’re too young.”

The statement brings you back to the matter at hand, and your brow furrows, “I’ll literally be a hundred next year.”

“It’s too young.”

You scrub your hands over your face, where’s Etta when you need her? Finally, your mother steps in, “Clint Barton is a good man. He’s had his troubles like everyone, but he is an excellent husband and a wonderful father.”

“Father!” You stare at your mother as Sameer picks up where Charlie left off. You’re able to slip away after another hour. You head back to the beach, grateful for the peace and quiet. You settle into the sand, and let the sound of the waves rush over you. When the pop sounds, you smile.

Opening your eyes, you stare at the large, out of place house. You start brushing the sand off your pants when the door opens and Clint steps out. He’s dressed in his Avenger’s uniform, with his bow at his side and his quiver on his back.

He waits for you on the porch of the house, and the minute he’s close enough you jump into his arms. He smiles, “That bad, huh?”

You kiss him, “There’s a reason I live in another dimension, it’s so I can keep my sanity.”

“Fair enough, why do you think we bought a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere?”

You laugh, and a minute later there are cries of “Mommy!” You smile as you pick them up in your arms. You kiss both of their heads, and listen as they babble about what you’ve missed since you left.

When John steps out he lights a cigarette and says, “I’m going to bring the rest of the boyband tonight, and I’ll take the girls back after that.”

You and Clint exchange a look and he asks, “You know what to do if something happens?”

“Find Nick Fury, he has the plan.” You hug both girls a little closer, not liking the idea of your emergency plan but you know it’s a necessity. You give him a smile, and he returns it before saying, “Alright, be gone the four of ya. Enjoy family time.”

You keep Natalia in your arms while Minnie walks in between you and Clint, holding onto one of your hands and one of his. “Looks like a nice vacation spot.”

“You’d never guess that the entrance to the underworld is resting right under it.”

He smirks, “We’ve faced worse.”

You grin at him, “Like when?”

“When Nat had colic for three months and we couldn’t get any sleep.”

You wince, “That was a bad time.”

He laughs, “We took turns taking her out to the barn so that the other could sleep.”

“And Minnie slept through it all.”

At the mention of her name, your oldest daughter grins up at you, before her eyes flick to the distance and she’s darting away, “Di!”

Your mother appears in the distance, and suddenly Natalia is struggling to get down. You set her on her feet, and then the your three year old is running. Clint wraps an arm around your shoulders as you follow behind them.

When you reach them, both girls are in your mother’s arms, one on each hip, both talking a mile a minute. She hugs them close and says, “I want to kidnap them.”

You smirk, “You’re welcome to babysit whenever.”

Clint laughs, “In fact, we insist.”

Your mother smiles at him, “Hello, Clint.”

“It’s good to see you Anna.” You smile at his nickname for your mother before Minerva squeals, and shimmies down your mother, yelling “CHIEF!” at the top of her lungs. The older man catches her mid air as she launches herself at him, and she giggles as he spins her around.

Several moments later the noise attracts the attention of your mother’s sisters and slowly they come to investigate. You watch warily as they watch your children, smiles on their faces. You notice your father, Sameer, and Charlie standing there in shock. And then your grandmother appears. The smile on her face is genuine, as she bends down to their level and asks them a question.

You watch them squeal in delight before running to you and asking, “Can we go with Grandmother, PLEEEEAAASE?”

You laugh out a ‘yes’, and they’re gone before you can blink. In a whisper Clint asks, “Should we have asked what they’re going to do with her?”

You shrug, “In this case, it’s probably best not to.” That’s when you notice that all eyes are now on Clint. He keeps his stance confident, as the two of you continue walking, you on one side of him, and your mother on the other. When you reach the top of the stairs Chief is waiting, with a smile. He sticks his hand out and Clint shakes it, “How are you, Hawkeye?”

“Never better.”

His lips quirk, “I heard you retired.”

Clint winces, “That didn’t work out too well. How’s the cabin?”

“Peaceful.”

“If you ever want to change that, you’re welcome at the farm house.”

There’s a clearing of a throat, and you turn to Charlie and Sameer, “Clint, this is Charlie and Sameer. They were my godfathers. Guys, this is my husband Clint.”

They’re more than a little stiff and formal as they shake hands, before moving out of the way for, “And this is my father. Steve Trevor.”

Clint shakes his hand never breaking eye contact, before saying, “I have a friend you’ll get along well with. World War Two vet. He put a plane down too.”

Personal Mission

Character/Person : Tony Stark

Pairing : Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Female

Side Note : i really hit writers block like i had to rewrite this one eight times because it wasn’t good enough so this is more of a drabble

Warnings : language ?

Possibility Of Having Another Part : Very low

Genre : Fluff

Request : Can I request a tony x daughter where she’s coming for summer vacation but he has a mission and tells Bucky and Loki not to corrupt his little girl? When he comes back he finds that she ends up corrupting them. They’re all passed out around the video games and left overs from several take out places.

Word Count : 1,111

Summary : Y/N spends the summer with her father and their time together gets put on hold when Tony has to mentor Peter Parker for a while. In need of a babysitter, he leaves her in Bucky and Loki’s hands and asks of them to not corrupt his only child. It turns out to be the other way around.


“I know you want to spend time with your father over the summer,”

“I really don’t,” you set down your bag gently near the couch.

“But, I have to go and take Spiderling for a mission and I’m leaving you in their care.”

You turned to follow Tony’s gaze, which landed on two male figures. One was lean and pale reading a book on the couch silently, while the other was a larger, tan figure chatting to Steve, who, coincidentally, was also leaving for a mission with Natasha and Clint.

Tony hardened his gaze when the leaner, pale one turned to glance up at the two of us. The figure reciprocated. You raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh.

“Underroos, are you ready?” Tony removed his hands from your shoulders to turn and look at a small boy who waited by the doorway, fiddling his thumbs.

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Tony nodded, “good.”

He returned his attention to you and eyed the two that sat by the couch, “alright, Loki, Bucky, you know how to take care of a child right?”

You groaned as he approached them, doing the same, you walked over to the couch and sat down.

“Dad, I’m seventeen.”

Ignoring your comment and cutting off the tan one before he had anything to say, he spoke, “be careful with my baby girl. I don’t want any of you corrupting her, and I don’t want to come back to her brooding and wanting to take over the world or something.” The one with slicked back black hair rolled his eyes and scoffed, trying to cover his scowl with his book seated in his hands.

“Bucky,” Tony let his gaze drop to the brunette, awaiting his response. He only thrusted his thumb into the air, giving a thumbs up.

“Alright,” Tony clapped his hands together, immediately allowing a smile to creep onto his face. “I’ll see you in maybe a day, hun,”

Tony leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your forward. You laughed, pushing him away as he continued to pepper you in kisses.

“Go save the world and stuff.”

You watched him leave and waited for a few minutes before turning around towards Bucky and Loki. Rubbing your hands together, you snatched the book from Loki’s hands, ignoring his yelp and protests, and removed the remote from Bucky’s hands, shutting the TV off in the meantime.

“Tiny Tony,”

“Y/N.” You corrected.

“Yes, that,” you narrowed your eyes as Loki continued, “what exactly are you doing?”

You grinned, jumping back into the cushion of the couch, book and remote held tight against you, “having fun. We should try it, first stop, take out!”

Bucky and Loki shared a look as you hopped up from your seat excitedly. Setting down the novel and remote, you grabbed your backpack that you left a few moments ago and hooked your arms through the straps. Tugging at the strands of your hair and pushing it behind your ear you rolled your shoulders back and puffed your chest, “ready?”

Loki exaggerated his groans as Bucky shrugged, “we can’t leave ‘tiny Tony’ alone.”

Loki parted his lips, ready to argue but Bucky refused to let him get a word in, “plus, you’re already on thin ice.”

That seemed to be all it took as Loki trudged to your side. You noted to thank Bucky later in the form of Chinese food. Nodding, you let out a breath and smiled.

“Good, let’s go get some Chinese food.”

Before you could fully make it to the elevator before Bucky and Loki commented on how they’ve never had Chinese food. You gasped dramatically, turning with a very there frown. You blinked twice, trying to find the lie in their words. None.

You inhaled a large sum of hair, adjusted the strap to your backpack, and thinned your lips.

“I will make it my personal mission to get you both accompanied to my customs.”


Tony patted Peter on the shoulder, praising his work. Peter let out a nervous smile and nodded quietly, turning around to swing back to his place.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y is Cap and the others back from the mission?” Tony almost didn’t hear F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s response, ears focusing on how quiet it was.

“Y/N?” The sound of silence met his ears and it made his heart sped. God, what if those idiots killed her? He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and as seconds passed it only added onto his anxiety.

“Y/N- Oh my god!” Tony rounded a corner and was immediately met with another body, a small one he could recognize as his daughter. His mouth fell open, composing himself to scold you for not answering to his first few calls. But before he could do so, you pressed a finger to your lips in an attempt to quiet him. He cocked his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“You did not just shush me-”

“Sh!” Tony pouted as Y/N continued her journey to the kitchen to put her cereal away, reluctantly following her.

“Bucky and Loki are sleeping. Don’t wake them up.”

For the second time, Tony furrowed his eyebrows. His mouth opened and closed, again and again. Shaking his head, he stared at the back of your head.

“I’m sorry, did you just say ‘sleeping.’“ His curiosity hit it’s peak when you pushed you bowl into the sink and pointed over to Bucky and Loki who was, as you said, sleeping. Empty and half full containers of Chinese food surrounded them along with the portable games you brought. You smiled widely at the sight and turned to your father, hoping to get a kick out of his reaction. Indeed you did. 

He ran a hand over his face and gawked at the two men who were passed out.

“And here I was thinking they’d corrupt you. You corrupted them.” He joked.

You stuck your bottom lip out and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I did not corrupt them! I showed them the light.” You protested.

He laughed in a hushed voice, eyes glazing over how the men, who usually didn’t just snuggle up together, were snuggled up to each other.

“Maybe you should join the team, kid. You did what we couldn’t ever do.” He snickered at his own joke, making your roll your eyes. You shoved his shoulder and left the kitchen.

“Yeah, uh huh.”

It took a beat, but you peeked your head into the kitchen and smiled, “I’m not cleaning their mess up.”

Tony whirled, “um, yes you are! I’m going to send you back to California with your mother if you don’t.”

You shrugged and removed your eyes from his, “nah.”

No, no!

They’re right!

Let’s remove Tony from everything. Just get rid of his character.

Well, ok, so there’s no MCU to begin with. But aside from that, he didn’t stop the helicarrier from falling, so they’re all dead. Which means no Hawkeye, Widow, or Captain. Or Fury. Or Hill. Huh. Oh yeah, anyway; he doesn’t fly the nuke through the portal, so they’re all dead AGAIN, +Manhattan. And let’s face it, without Tony, Bruce wouldn’t have stuck around. So now we are down to…. Thor. Well, alright. Thor has to go back to Asgard. Shit! While he’s dealing with that, there’s no Avengers to stop Hydra in the Winter Soldier. So that millions more dead and now Hydra is kind of in control of the planet…. Ouch. So Thor comes back and he’s like wtf, and tries to stop them. But alas! He has to fight hydra, the Winter Soldier, quicksilver, and scarlet witch. We all now how Thor vs. Wanda went last time so there goes Thor. Rhodey wouldn’t have War Machine and Hydra would def label him as a threat, so he would be dead. Sam wouldn’t get his wings. Peter wouldn’t get a functional suit. So right now, we have a whole ton of Hydra, no shield, no Avengers, but I guess Spiderman can try his best.

….Huh. ok, let’s take out Captain America. Honestly, how hard would it be for someone to just shoot Red Skull. Steve could have done it without the serum. And what else did he do? Gave some orders during the battle right? They really weren’t needed, but I guess someone else could say “Hawkeye, get somewhere you can snipe. Because you’re a sniper. Also, Hulk go break stuff” and he did stop the helicarriers but Tony could of hacked them in like 15 seconds and stopped the whole thing while drinking a smoothie. Sorry. This is awkward.

(Dear Lord this is going to offend so many people.)

Not my daughter, you bitch!

Pairings: Father!Clint x reader

Word count:2 466

Requested: Can you write one where the reader is Clint’s teen daughter and she lives in the tower with him? She’s socially awkward and gets bullied by some guys at school regularly. One day after school they drag her to a van and drive off bringing her to an old warehouse. But they just tie her up and leave. She remembers that Tony gave her a Stark phone and she manages to shimmy it out of her pocket and hit the emergency button to call her dad.

A/N: I am so sorry I’m posting it so late ♥ Hope you like it and please let me know what you think :3 Enjoy! (sorry if there are any mistakes) 

Originally posted by scar5let

“(Y/N)?! What are you doing here?”, my father asked me in shock as he entered the living room.

“Um, I’m living here?”

“Stop being sarcastic for a second and answer me!”, I rolled my eyes as I turned to look at the avenger known as Hawkeye.

“Tony said I could stay today in the tower and help him. I don’t see a problem in that.”

“But I do! It’s Wednesday, (Y/N). You have to be at school in 10 minutes.”

“Come on, Clint! Nothing will happen if she doesn’t go for a day. We all know school sucks.”, Tony interrupted my dad without moving his eyes from the magazine he was currently reading.

“Nobody asked for your opinion, Stark! And you little lady, move your body towards the car. I am driving you to school.”

“But dad!”

“No buts, (Y/N), we are going! Now!”, he spoke and grabbed my hand. As he was dragging me towards the elevator I started chuckling.

“Should I know what you are laughing at?”

“You said butts”, now it was he who rolled his eyes at my comment.

To be honest, Clint was the best dad you could ever had. As an Avenger I was seeing him rarely but since I became thirteen, mum and dad decided it would be fine if I move with him in the tower. Plus, my school was like 30 minutes away, which wasn’t much given the fact where we lived.

“Is there a problem?”, dad asked me as we were waiting in the car.

“What do you mean?”

“You are a perfect student, (Y/N). You’ve never wanted to skip school. Once when I suggested you that you almost kicked me. Why do you want to quit today?”, he was right. There was something that bothered me but thanks to Nat I knew how to lie Clint even though he was a superhero.

“No, I am just tired. My brain needs a rest after all the study I do.”

“You sure?”, daddy asked me as the car turned left.

“Yes, dad! I am sure!”, maybe it was the annoyance in my voice that gave me away but dad did nothing to show he had suspected me in lying.

The real truth was that I hated school. Yeah, a big surprise to hear that from a teenager but while the others hated it because of the studying process; I hated it because of the people there. I decided to keep who my dad was a secret. I didn’t want fake friends just because of my dad’s popularity. The first two years were okay. When you are new you focus more on getting to know what surrounds you than the people. Years later, I hardly made any friends at high school. I was shy, not so open to people but still I tried to talk with some girls that seemed nice. What a fool! If you haven’t found someone in the first two years, you are doomed to be an outsider. That was the only law in school. So basically I had no friends except the Avengers. I didn’t want to complain but let’s face it, everybody wanted someone on their age as a friend. Some months ago I met Peter Parker but we were not close to friends, only people knowing each other faces.

When dad stopped the car in front of the school I hurried to get out, mumbled a goodbye and stormed into the building where I would spend 6 hours of unstoppable torture. I made my path through the teenagers without being noticed. That was one of my superpowers. Nat, who was the only one knowing slightly about my problems, always teased me about that I would make a perfect agent. The bell rang. I took all my stuff from the locked and hurried to my first class – Maths. On my way I should have zoomed out for a moment, immersed in my thoughts, because I managed to collide with someone. My notebooks fell on the ground and I kneeled down to collect them.

“Watch where you are going, you filthy bitch.”, I knew that voice pretty well. It belonged to the fuckboy named Andrew McLander. I collected my things as fast as I could and then stood up ready to enter the classroom that was five meters away.

“Hey, where do you think you are going?”, Andrew grabbed my hand and pushed me against the lockers, “I won’t leave you like that without paying for hitting me like that.”, his face was close to mine, my skin feeling his breath.

“Leave me.”, I asked and tried to get out of his grip but in vain. He was way stronger than me.

“Mathews, what a surprise!”, he exclaimed as talking to his friend behind him, “She could talk.”, they both laughed. With some struggles I managed to escape but surely it was because he wanted so. As I was walking towards my Maths class I heard them talking.

“Remember my words, you will pay! And I’ll have such a fun when punishing you.”, the way he spoke those words made my body shiver. They were bulling me 24/7. It was like their purpose in life was to make mine hell. I’d been insulted in the worst ways you could never imagine. I was socially awkward and everyone knew it, except my dad and his friends. There were times when they had paid guys to come and flirt with me, to ask me out on a date and then ditch me. Once, a boy I had never seen sat next to me in one of my classes and through the whole lecture he was insulting me , talking to me like I was a piece of garbage. The feeling was awful. That day after we finished school I ran away without caring for the direction. I, of course, got lost but at least I had some time alone before my dad found me. I had to lie him as I always did…

After the event in the morning nothing out of the ordinary happened lately. I never saw Andrews and his friends again, the classes were going fine…and that was what scared me for a moment. It was oddly quietly. However, I kept telling myself I was getting paranoid but after the last bell for that day rang I calmed down a little. I took the required things for tomorrow in my bag and the others were left in the locker. Most of the students had gotten out of this place as fast as they could. I liked that because I didn’t have to be lock between sweating bodies while waiting to breathe the fresh air outside. As usually I took my regular path towards home. I took my headphones from my rucksack and was about to put them on when a black van stopped next to me. I had no time to process what was happening when two guys jumped from the car. One of them put his hand on my mouth stopping me from screaming while the other helped with putting me inside.  When the man loosen his grip on my mouth I screamed finally aware what was happening but seconds later I lost consciousness due to being hit hard in the head.

“Why did we bring her here?”

“Because I want to have some fun tonight, you bastard!”

The echoing voices woke me up. I began opening my eyes but due to the pain in my head they kept closing. The vision was blur, the air was filled with the disgusting smell of raw fish. All I could see were the silhouettes of my abductors and some wooden box around us. It took me some time to clarify where I actually was. Not long after the realization that I was in probably a warehouse I became aware of the fact I was tied to a chair. Moving my hands in order to escape was in vain but those actions made the people turn at my direction.

“Well, well, the ugly princess is awake, huh?”, the man speaking soon stood under the light of a small lamp positioned just above my head.

“What do you want from me?”, I asked trying to sound calm but the fear inside me made its way through my façade and showed out.

“For a pretty smart girl you tend to be really stupid.”, he came closer and took my face with his strong hand, “Tonight you will be my doll and I will be the player.”, his grip was hurting me and he knew it. But that bastard was enjoying seeing me weak, scared and in pain, “I’ll go and get the toys. Don’t move.”, after he smirked and winked at me he exited the warehouse laughing at his stupid joke.

I, on the other hand, panicked. I was god knew where, with that psychopath and his insane friends…They were capable of anything and that scared me most. They could rape me, torture me, use me as a doll like he said and then kill me without caring about that. My heart was about to jump right through my flesh. ‘Breathe! Inhale deeply and then exhale!’ Nat and daddy’s words suddenly came in my mind. I tried to listen to them and followed the instructions. It took me probably two minutes to calm down. I still was frightened to death but now I was able to think rationally. I had to call dad. Looking at my jeans I saw the pockets were empty. Fantastic! They had taken my phone. As a proof to my theory I saw my rucksack thrown in the corner of the room.

Hearing Andrews laughs from the distance my calmness was slowly fading away. ‘Think (Y/N)! Think for god sake!’ And then it hit me. Some months ago Tony created a new device. He wanted to test it and gave it to me. It was for emergency, perfect for this situation. The device looked like a small mobile phone which I was hiding in the back pocket of my jeans. It was so thin that it would barely be seen. My hands were tied around the back of the chair. The tie was tight. Surely I would have bruises tomorrow but that wasn’t important now. I moved my hands in order to loosen the tie but I barely managed to. I lifted myself a little and tried to reach the phone. The pain in both my hands and head wasn’t helping me, neither the coming steps of my abductor.  My fingers were touching it but still not enough to take. ‘Come on! Come on! Just some millimeters! YES!’, I screamed inside when I took the device out of my pocket. I turned my head to see the screen after I light it up. It had only one red button which I pressed, well touched. Immediately. Several times. The door opened suddenly which shocked me and I dropped the phone. Cursing I put all my efforts to look scared and not full of hope that my dad will come in any moment. But Andrew had heard the sound of something falling so he came to me with two or three steps. He saw the phone on the floor and kneeled to take it. Looking at it, then at me, he clenched his fingers around it breaking it. I gulped nervously.

“You think you can play games with me?!”, he screamed, “Who do you think you are?!”, and then he laughed, “And who were you going to call? You don’t have any friends!”, the whole gang almost rolled on the floor because of laughing, “Listen to me, you little whore!”, he took my hair and titled my head back, “For such a stupid movement I am gonna-”, he stopped for a moment, processing with his lil’ brain what to do. Minute later he continued, “I am gonna play and make you remember this whole night!”, he moved backwards where his two friends had been standing the whole time.

“You kept saying that since you kidnapped me. Don’t you know other words beside playing and paying?”, I retorted. He stopped turned around on his heel and almost run towards me ready to slap me, hit or kick me.

“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”, I heard my dad shouting as he caught Andrew’s arm and punched him. The boy fell on the ground and my dad shoot an arrow towards the other fuckboys. It was from those that turned into a network so now they were trapped there. Daddy turned back to Andrews. He was so close and I managed to see his face. It was red, full of anger, like a hawk flying straight to its victim ready to tear him limb by limb painfully. I’d never seen him so furious and dangerous but seeing him beating the hell out of Andrews made me happy and a little happy, just little…

“How you fucking dare to kidnap my daughter and tie her in this place!”, another punch, “You little bastard, nobody can touch my little princess!”, a kick in his stomach, “I am gonna kill you, you little piece of shit!”, daddy wasn’t that good with words when he was angry, he preferred punching and causing pain rather than talking.

“Dad!”, I spoke softly but he didn’t hear me, “Dad!”, shouting had more effect and he stopped.

“Oh my precious girl!”, his tone softened. He left the boy and came closer untying the ropes around my hands and ankles, “Oh god, how are you? Are you okay? Of course you are not okay, you were kidnapped! What a father! To let this happen to my daughter! I am an Avenger after all, how could-”

“Dad, stop! It wasn’t your fault! And if it wasn’t you I could have gotten hurt or worse. But now I am fine just because of you. Don’t you dare blame yourself.”, hearing those words, dad calmed down but as he heard Andrew coughing he turned around and spoke deadly.

“I will torture you so painfully that you are gonna prefer hell to my methods. Your screams will be a song to my ears. You are gonna regret this and if I see your faces in this city only once, I am gonna chase you, and I am gonna kill you!”, he retorted making even me shivering. The boys were about to pee in their pants given the fact what expressions they had, “Let’s go (Y/N).”, taking my hand we exited the warehouse. There was a small helicopter with S.H.I.E.L.D name on it that took us to the tower. I was still in shock but knowing that I had such a father by my side I felt safe and protected very soon.

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The Simple Brilliance of David Aja

As usual, I am late to the party: Fraction/Aja’s run on Hawkeye is one of the best things Marvel has done in the past few years.  I had already owned a few issues that I quite like, but sometime between the weekend Matty Frac-fracs was matching donations from his Welovefine shop to Futures Without Violence (wherein I purchased a sweet Hawkguy messenger bag) and a sale Comixology had on Hawkeye issues, I finally partook of the series as a whole.

And holy sweet shit Aja is brilliant.  I had read Fraction doting on the guy, and obviously I read #11 and knew that anybody who could throw together that issue was special, but my goodness he’s clever.  There are just too many examples, too many small things to focus on, so let me just take you through a few pages in Hawkeye #6.

Here’s page 9, not counting the cover and the credits:

This is as close to a perfect comic page as you are going to see: writer, artist, and colorist, all firing on all cylinders.  I mean, we’re talking about a page covered in the word “bro,” where Clint gets called “Hulk-Guy” but dismisses it with a sentence containing the term “joyous-ass Kwanzaa.”  Delightful.  Not to mention Hollingsworth, who is always solid, making that panel where the arrow hits the bat just purple enough so that you know what’s up.  Ugh, so good.

But Aja is on another level here.  Literally.  Because what do you think this page is about?  The arrow hitting the bat?  Nah.  The punk girl coming out and letting him know about the bros?  Nope.  This page is about Clint seeing what’s downstairs.  That’s it.  It’s not about him being a hero (at least not directly, not yet), it’s not about nobody knowing how to say “Hawkeye,” and it’s not about him being ready to pew-pew some bros: it’s about seeing the bros, and then acting accordingly by going downstairs.  

It’s a page about… well, about downstairs.  And what does Aja do?  He gives you that fifth and, especially, that sixth panel.  That glorious fucking comics move where an artist uses a gutter to divide time but not space.  Specifically because he does that, we get the exaggerated effect of really feeling like Clint and Co. are running to the side of that building and then looking over: it gives the reader a little bit of extra vertigo, and it completely determines how you ought to read this page.  As the sixth panel descends to ground level, we get the seventh panel of the bro shouting “HEY, BROOOO.”  And then, as the sixth panel cuts off before the ground, the eight panel puts us at ground level, looking at the bros, just before Clint’s arrival and the extra dose of juxtaposed silhouetted genius.

Do you know how boring this page could have been?  That sixth panel giving all that gravity to the page is a very specific and effective artistic choice, one that 9/10 artists don’t make, even if a couple of them make pretty good choices.  Aja does this constantly: he takes something simple and he makes it wonderful in a way that only comics could make something wonderful.  Here’s the page immediately after:


Okay, what is this page about?  A confrontation?  That happened last page.  An ass-beating?  That happens on the next page.

This is a page of a story that is about people getting out of fucking vans.  That’s it!!!  Imagine reading something akin to this page in a textual narrative: “Two vans pulled up.  The doors opened.  A bunch of reinforcement bros got out of the vans and charged at Clint, bats at the ready.”  Who the fuck cares.  Sure, it builds supsense: obviously setting up a bunch of people about to kick the shit out of someone and then ending it before the beatdown will build suspense.  But that doesn’t really make a bunch of dudes getting out of a van interesting.

But Aja does.  Aja actually makes a page about men climbing out of a fucking vehicle interesting.  How?  Symmetry, bro.  Mirroring, bro.  Clint comes out, across from the bros.  Next beat, we see him talking with a bro, juxtaposed next to the bro.  So we get distance, and then closeness.  Then we see the vans pull up across from each other (distance), then we see that mirrored, flipped around (closeness) yet still divided by white space in order to give Clint’s words prominence (which creates distance), and then end the page by seeing the bros close the distance between them and Clint.

The best part of this symmetrical mirroring juxtaposition stuff that Aja’s got going on here?  Clint is in the center of the page the entire time.  The page is about dude’s getting out of vans, but obviously we ought to be considering the fact that the object of their vodka-fueled ass-kickery is one Clint Barton.  The only time he’s not right in the middle of the page is when his words are the only thing in the middle of the page, which allows for an extra beat of suspense.

It would be one thing if Aja only turned in these two pages, but the dude is consistently making simple actions and interactions seem like magic on the page.  I just hope that every writer, like Fraction, recognizes how special this guy is and hands him Marvel-style scripts.  AJA IS BETTER THAN YOU, WRITERS.  HE IS BETTER THAN YOU.

Ghostly Visions Part 1/12

(Not my Picture)

Warnings: Swearing (as always with my writing) Eventual smut, violence

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N - Reader has visions of the future, but is afraid to face what she sees when it comes to Bucky. 

Ghostly Visions: Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II Part 4 II Part 5 II Part 6 II Part 7II Part 8 II Part 9 II Part 10 II Part 11 II Part 12


Steve was nervous about bringing Bucky into the Avengers headquarters. He knew there would be some residual issues that he would have to deal with and he wasn’t sure what kind of reception they would get from the others. The only one he knew would be welcoming was one of his closest friends, Y/N. He walked into the common room with Bucky and Sam right behind him. Pietro, Nat and Tony were playing a card game in the corner while Vision, Banner and Thor were watching TV.

“Hey guys? I… um…I have someone for you guys to finally meet.” Steve announced to the group. “This is Bucky.”

Slowly the team looked up at Steve, Sam and Bucky but no one seemed to move. Finally Nat stood up and walked over to them.

“Hi Bucky, it’s nice to finally meet you. Steve has told us a lot about you.” She reached her hand out to shake his but he just stared at it so she lowered it awkwardly.

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Clint Barton/Hawkeye - A Different Call - Part 1

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

You are a rogue agent who used to be part of HYDRA but escaped after they experimented on you and gave you the power to use fire. You became a vigilante and started taking down HYDRA bases. Through your missions, you ended up on the Avenger’s radar, they’re sent to kill you. However, the one who calls himself Hawkeye makes a different call and makes you an offer to join him and his team. 

Pairing: Clint x Reader (eventual)

Characters: Reader, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff. Nick Fury (Briefly mentioned)

Warning/s: Swearing, Mentions of death

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A Garden of Chances {1}

This is an avengers x reader imagine. It is mostly platonic but there might be relationship developments later on. This will mainly be in first person but could change from chapter to chapter. I will be using Y/N to replace the main characters name because I don’t feel like making one up. I hope you enjoy! 

(should I continue this?)


      People say it’s easy. They don’t know anything. Growing up with something you can’t control and doctors don’t know how to help makes the situation even worse. People say it’ll go away. You only hope it does. Always being the center of unwanted attention does something to you when you’re a kid, something bad, something irreversible. When I was five my powers started to develop. They hurt. I hurt. My parents were oblivious, blaming the phenomenon’s on bad weather or coincidence. They tried their best to get me help when my power started going out of control. To most people my power seems beautiful and a gift from whatever god they pray too. In reality its the opposite. 

      Flowers and vines appear on the top of my very skin. They grow and move at my will. Sometimes I can appreciate the random lilac’s that appear on my fingertips but other times I cry when they grow too big and almost suffocate me. Over the years I’ve slowly gotten the hang of manipulating the stems and vines that curl around my arms. Sometimes though, it gets too much to handle and it feels like a burst of adrenaline as the flowers wrap around my body and weave themselves around objects near me. It doesn’t happen as often anymore. 

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queen-elenya-hawk  asked:

Hello, can I ask for Royai + 26 please? :)

This ended up being much longer than a ten sentence drabble. Whoops.

And yeah, this kind of thing has been done before, sorry I’m not being original here, but I’m a sucker for this trope and jealous Roy, okay? Also, there’s a World of Warcraft reference in this fic. I like throwing in easter eggs for WoW for some reason.

Jealousy (Thy Name is Roy Mustang)

The Slaughtered Lamb was a seedy joint nestled in the back alleys of First Street in one of Central City’s more unsavory districts. On the surface, the tavern appeared to be nothing more than a scummy bar with shady patrons and blunt staff, but it was reported to be a front for illegal human trafficking networks focusing on prostitution. Mustang’s team was put in charge of the investigation into the matter.

After much deliberation on how they would go about infiltrating the place, Hawkeye eventually suggested that she go in as bait. The rest of the team would be in the area to watch her back, and she could certainly handle things on her own, but Roy still hated the idea and voiced his concerns. It turned into an argument and the rest of the team knew to keep quiet when Mustang and Hawkeye butted heads, so they remained silent and stationary in front of the colonel’s desk.

“That plan is too dangerous, Lieutenant, I won’t allow it.”

Riza sighed and glared at the colonel.

“And what other options do we have? They’ll certainly be suspicious if a group of men they’ve never seen before just waltz in like they’re regulars.”

“That’s still a better option than letting you go in there alone. Safety in numbers.”

“You and Havoc can keep watch inside the bar while I attempt to draw their attention. What about that?”

That gave Roy pause and he leaned forward in his chair, running a hand through his hair and sighing in frustration. She had a point. She was always right and he didn’t know why he ever tried to argue with her. He rarely came out the victor in any of their spats. He grit his teeth and frowned as he struggled to think of a better solution before finally taking a deep breath, letting it out in a low growl.

“Fine. We’ll go with your plan. Havoc, you’ll accompany me inside the bar and help keep an eye out for suspicious activity and make sure the lieutenant isn’t harmed. Fuery, you’ll be stationed in a hotel room across the street to relay the situation back to Falman who will be here in the office. Breda, you’ll be hidden in the alleyway to back us up. The usual. You’re all dismissed. See you tomorrow night.”

The team saluted and filed out of the office, but Riza hung back, knowing Roy was not finished griping to her about the mission.

She was right.

“Lieutenant,” Roy said, gesturing into his interior office. “A word?”

Riza held back a sigh as she draped her coat back over her chair and stepped into his interior office. He closed the door behind her and crossed his arms, glaring at her. She returned the gesture, mimicking his posture in preparation to defend her stance on the subject until he dropped it.

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The night of the undercover operation was overcast and cool. Rain was in the forecast for the evening and that was just another thing added on to the list of reasons why Roy Mustang was in a foul mood. The main reason being his beautiful first lieutenant smiling and giggling uncharacteristically on a stool at the bar next to a greasy yet well-dressed man whose hands were wandering to places that made Roy fume. He wanted to burn the man’s hands off, but instead, he composed himself and averted his gaze, taking deep breaths so he wouldn’t do anything drastic and blow their cover.

Hawkeye was wearing a form fitting black dress that barely reached her mid-thigh and had a high collar with a scooping neckline. She was gorgeous and for someone else to be touching her while she looked like that was killing Mustang. If they didn’t get out of there soon, he was going to torch the place with his jealous gaze alone.

Havoc was sitting on the other side of the bar in a booth kiddie corner from Roy and he glanced at his superior officer warily. Even from his distance it was easy to see that the colonel was agitated. He lit a cigarette as his eyes drifted back to Lieutenant Hawkeye. He’d have to be extra alert tonight. If anything slipped by his notice, Mustang would definitely chew him out and that was something he’d much rather avoid.

Riza was uncomfortable, but did her best not to show it. Roy was an excellent actor and Riza could match him when it came to pretending to be someone she was not. She tried not to look at Roy too often throughout the night, knowing he was not happy.

Nothing suspicious had caught her eye yet so there was no reason to get Roy’s attention. As much as she wanted to go over to him and scold him for acting so childishly, she kept her focus on the man beside her, the supposed owner of the tavern and possible leader of the illegal prostitution ring. With any luck, he’d attempt to coerce her into joining his business and that would be all the proof she needed to put her gun to his head and place him under arrest.

Focusing on the weight of the gun in her thigh holster was helping to get her through the night. The man next to her was wearing too much cologne and was far too friendly and handsy for her liking. It was definitely a show and Riza matched his good natured facade with her own Elizabeth persona, flirty and loose, but ready to whip out her gun at the detection of even the slightest bit of hostility. She only hoped that Roy would also keep his emotions in check until the time was right to act.

Roy nursed his whisky on the rocks and glared at the man whose arm was wrapped far too low on his lieutenant’s waist. Every time Riza giggled and scooted closer to the man, whispering in his ear, Roy’s fingers twitched, itching to snap. He shouldn’t have agreed to this mission. It was too risky and it put Riza into the worst kind of situation. It took every ounce of control to not stomp over there, pull her from that greaseball, wrap his own arm around her waist, and punch the man in the face. But Riza would kill him for such a stunt, so he gripped his glass tighter and waited, staring at his reflection in his drink to distract himself from his anger.

The sounds of wood scraping across the floor brought his attention back to the bar where the man stood from his stool and held Riza tight against his side as he casually made his way toward the back of the bar. Roy’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Riza would never have allowed herself to be half dragged like that. Something was wrong.

Roy made eye contact with Havoc and the second lieutenant seemed to have come to the same conclusion, because worry lined his face as well. They moved simultaneously, but the moment Havoc stood, his legs gave out and he fell into a crumpled heap on the floor.

Panic flared in Roy’s gut. If they had drugged Riza and Havoc’s drinks, then his was probably drugged too and that meant their cover must have been blown from the very beginning.

Mustang was suddenly grateful that the man had distracted him so much. He only had a couple of sips of his drink and felt no different then he had when they arrived two hours earlier. But that meant that Havoc and Riza were out of commission and, with no time to run out the door and contact Breda, Roy was on his own.

“That’s as far as you go, pal,” came a voice to Roy’s right and he turned to see the beefy bartender had a gun trained on him.

Roy frowned and his mind worked double time to come up with a way to get Havoc and Hawkeye out safely. Thankful for his foresight, Roy lifted his left gloved hand and snapped, singeing the bar tender’s hand and surprising the man enough that he yelped and dropped his gun. Roy dove over the bar and grabbed the gun before the bartender had time to recover.

“I’ll be taking this,” Roy said to the man before knocking him out with the butt of the gun.

With the bartender taken care of, Roy hurried to follow Riza, cautiously opening the door she and the bar owner disappeared through. He found himself at the top of a staircase and he descended quietly, gun held at his side, hand raised and ready to snap. At the bottom of the stairs was a long, dark hallway, damp and musty from lack of use, and Roy crinkled his nose when the scent of mold and decay hit him.

A light was on in a room at the very end of the hall, the door to which was slightly ajar, and Roy picked up the pace, jogging over to it and counting to three before bursting in, his gloved hand held in front of him.

Mustang froze at the sight before him, rage bubbling up inside as he took everything in.

A half unconscious Riza was still being held closely by the bar’s owner whose hand was paused midway from lifting her skirt. A shocked expression was on his face as he stared at Roy who had interrupted his inspection of the newest asset to his line of goods.

“So, the drugs didn’t affect you, hm?” The man asked, taking his hand from Riza’s skirt to place it on her shoulder. “This beautiful specimen is part of your team, I take it?” The slimy bastard smirked and ran his hand down Riza’s side, pointedly brushing the side of her breast before stopping below her waist. “She’ll make an excellent addition to my collection.”

“Get your hands off of her,” Roy growled, low and menacing.

The bar owner took an involuntary step back under Roy’s furious gaze.

They were supposed to bring the man in to be jailed, but all Roy wanted to do was burn him alive for hurting the members of his team and especially for what he was doing to his most precious of subordinates. The way the man was touching her was disgraceful, and Roy couldn’t stand it. Orders be damned. He put the familiar pressure into the motion to snap, but before he could, Riza’s voice broke the silence and he stopped, gaze focusing on her.

“Colonel, don’t.”

“Lieutenant!”

Roy started to argue, but Riza, even in her near oblivious state, was coherent enough to reach for her gun and shoot the man in the leg. He went down with a cry of surprise and Roy immediately sprang into action, rushing to Riza’s side to catch her before she fell. Roy pressed his gun against the bar owner’s temple and smirked in triumph.

“It’s over for you,” Roy said just as hurried footsteps approached from behind.

Roy gripped Riza’s waist a little tighter, holding her closer to him in preparation for trouble. If the bar owner had backup, Roy would protect Riza at all costs.

Thankfully, it was Breda who ran into the room, gun held high. Once he took in the situation, he holstered his gun and leapt forward to grip the bar owner’s arm, tugging him to stand up then handcuffing him.

“I’ve got this asshole, boss, you take care of Hawkeye.”

“Havoc?”

“He’s fine, sir. A little disoriented, but he didn’t drink enough of whatever drug they used to cause problems.”

“Good to hear. We’ll follow you, now get him out of here.”

Breda nodded and practically dragged the man out of the room.

Roy turned his attention to his lieutenant pressed against his side and she gave him a tired, weary smile. Things had almost gone very badly and she knew he was going to reprimand her for it. She had been careless with her drink, having taken several sips to keep up appearances in front of the creepy bar owner.

“You were too reckless, Lieutenant. I told you this was a bad idea.”

“It worked… out though,” Riza replied, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Roy sighed heavily.

“But it almost didn’t…And the way he was touching you…”

Riza cut him off with a light press of her index and middle fingers against his lips.

“But you… stopped him. You… wouldn’t have let him…do anything. I trust you.”

Roy smiled softly and squeezed her hand.

“That’s enough talking, Lieutenant. I’ll get you to the medics, so don’t push yourself. If you pass out, I’ll be here to protect you.”

Riza returned his soft smile before succumbing to the effects of the drugs in her system.

Roy slipped his hand under her knees, placing the other over her shoulder, and carried her out the door. They captured the criminal and Riza was safe, and the latter was all that really mattered.

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I ended up rushing the end because I just couldn’t stop writing. Lol Sorry. It could have been so much better but eehhh I was sick of writing for this. xD Hope you enjoyed this anyway.

So only two people actually voted for this - not exactly the outcome I was expecting but hey ho, this is the result. Both people voted Loki and so here he is. And they all lived Happily Ever After. Sort of. I wasn’t entirely sure about the outcome of this chapter so let me know what you think. It’s darker than I usually write (she says having written scenes about people chopping their own hands off) so I’m sceptical. This was a continuation of the request by fuckyeahheedus. Enjoy, my darlings!

“Conceal, Don’t Feel” (Part 3)

Part 2

You laced you fingers in between Loki’s. Steve’s jaw set as the trickster pulled you looped an arm around your waist.
“You were planning this all along.” He growled.
“On the contrary Captain,” You purred, “I am simply loyal. I remind you of my earlier iterations: He’s been playing you all like chess.” Loki smirked and placed his lips to your neck.
“Checkmate.” You said as the pair of you shimmered out of sight.

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Gates of Glory, part 11

Loki x Reader

Originally posted by maryxglz

previous part 

“I will leave now", Y/N said silently, “but you will see me again. I cannot convince you, as illusions and reality have become one and the same in your mind, but I am real.”

“Y/N would not have left”, Loki replied dryly, “For months without saying a word.”

Y/N smiled sadly: “She had no choice, Loki. She - I had a job to finish, and I had to finish it alone.” Before he could reply, Y/N turned around and started to leave: “Farewell, Loki.”

Shortly after leaving his cell, several people ran up to Y/N. One of them was the lady from before. The other one Y/N recognised from Heimdall’s illusion: Director Fury.

“Who the hell are you?”, the Director asked, obviously annoyed that so many people from other realms started to visit Midgard out of the blue.

“A friend”, Y/N replied flatly, “So it might just be a start to put these… weapons away.” With her chin, she pointed to Romanoff and the guns she was wielding.

“Are you-”

“I am a warrior of Odin”, Y/N interrupted the man, “Lady Y/N.”

“So you’re a friend of Thor?”, Romanoff asked, her eyes piercing Y/N.

“I am not sure how he sees it”, Y/N shrugged, “But I’d call us allies.”

“Why did you want to talk to Loki?”, Fury asked.

“Because he is of Asgard”, Y/N replied dryly.

Fury lifted his eyebrow: “You know, if he gives up the Tesseract, you can damn gladly take his ass back to Asgard.”

“I do not know where the Tesseract is, but its powers are too great for ordinary men to possess”, Y/N replied coldly, “If it were to be retrieved, it is the safest to bring it back to the All-father.”

“If it is so dangerous, then why was it here, in the first place?”, Romanoff asked sceptically.

Y/N pressed her lips together: “I am a warrior, not a saint. I do not know why Odin brought it here, Thor may.”

As if called, in this second, three men entered the room. A tall, blond one Y/N had never seen before, a short, brown-haired one and the Thunder god himself. When he saw Y/N, his face dropped.

Y/N couldn’t help but to press her lips into a thin smile and to wave at the prince: “Your highness.”

“Did father send you?”, Thor asked confused.

“No.”

“Then how did you get here? The Bifrost was destroyed”, Thor walked towards Y/N, trying to make sense out of all of this.

“Loki is not the only one to know secret gateways to the nine realms”, Y/N shrugged, “And your mother has asked me to.”

Y/N looked at the other two men that were staring at her. Another introduction, Y/N sighted internally and said: “I am Lady Y/N of Asgard. Warrior of Odin.”

“Jesus, how many more of you want to appear today”, the short one muttered.

“Stark, would you mind to shut up?”, the other one muttered annoyed before he said: “I’m Steve.”

“Steven Rogers?”, Y/N asked and the man nodded.

“So you know what we’re looking for”, Y/N stated, “You have seen the Tesseract.”

“Well, to be fair, I hoped I wouldn’t ever see it again”, Rogers replied dryly, “Took quite a lot of effort to bury it the last time.”

Y/N looked at Thor: “Have you looked at Loki’s sceptre?”

“It’s not of this earth, nor from Asgard or the other realms”, Thor replied, “Whoever gave it to Loki comes from… way beyond Yggdrasil.”

“Certainly”, Y/N nodded, “but that is not what I meant. The sceptre itself, it is powerful. It can control anyone’s mind, including the one wielding it.”

“Y/N, the Loki we once knew fell of the Bifrost”, the Thunder god said bitterly, “And no explanation will bring him back.”

“You tend to overlook the most obvious things, son of Odin”, Y/N spoke tensely, “Your friend, the ones under Loki’s control-”

“Barton”, Romanoff said darkly.

“Barton”, Y/N mentally rolled her eyes, “His eyes changed to a shade of blue after being taken over. Last time I checked, your brother’s eyes were not blue.”

“Contact lenses”, Stark said sarcastically, “You know, maybe he likes blue.”

Y/N looked at the man: “If this is a game to you, I suggest you leave. I do not intend to play games, especially not a boisterous person like you.”

She turned back to Thor: “Do not misunderstand me: I do not say it was not his choice to let someone control him. Maybe it was. But he never cared about Midgard, he thought to have the right to rule Asgard. And though these cities of stone and metal are impressive, they are nothing to the glorious realm of Asgard.”

“I’ve talked to people who were controlled by others”, Natasha said darkly and looked at Y/N, “They were different than Loki. Their faces were empty, their mind drained. They were a vessel, a puppet in the hands of others. Loki enjoys this.”

“That may be the difference between mortal mind control”, Y/N replied and shrugged, “And the work of beings we neither know nor understand.”

“Y/N”, Thor began quietly, “Loki is beyond reason. Vengeance has consumed him… He seeks vengeance upon me.”

“Oh my”, Y/N muttered dryly, “Who would have thought? However, Thor Odinson, I must say, vengeance drives all of us. It drove me, it drove you. You claim to have changed, but this fire is something you cannot extinct. You wanted to wipe out an entire realm for destroying your big day, he wanted to wipe the same realm for being the monster within him.”

Thor’s eyes were the equivalent of lightning as he replied darkly: “His parentage is not the monster that drives him now.”

“No, but do you think he needs Midgard to hurt you?”, Y/N asked and raised an eyebrow, “The entirety of Asgard knows about Jane Foster. He could have simply killed her if you were his only concern.”

“Look, I really couldn’t care less about who drives what at the moment, but what I know is that we need that Tesseract”, Director Fury interrupted impatiently.

“Well, Reindeer games doesn’t have it at the moment, so it’s probably with Hawkeye”, Stark concluded with a sarcastic voice.

Y/N looked at the man with a raised eyebrow, but decided not to go after him. She turned to Fury: “Well, my duty is to find whoever is after the Tesseract as I assume they will try to collect more objects of equal power. The Tesseract is neither an energy source, nor a weapon for mortal men to use. Its powers are unparalleled. It cannot be destroyed, but it would be best do bury it somewhere no one will ever find it. Therefore, Midgard is not the best place for something like it. Once you found the Tesseract, Thor should bring it to the All-father.” Y/N quietly looked at Thor and added: “He will decide what will happen to it, and your brother.”

“If your Asgardian buddies weren’t able to keep it save and bring it here, then why do you think it’s a good idea to bring it there?”, Stark asked, “We could bury it here, with our technology.”

Y/N pressed her lips together and stepped forward: “Your technology means little to Asgardian might. You may claim to be strong, to be powerful. But without that suit of yours, I neither need my sword, nor my powers to kill you.”

“Y/N, he’s an ally”, Thor interrupted. Y/N huffed dryly and turned to Thor one last time: “If I were you, I would look out for the one who wishes to have the Tesseract. Knowing the real enemy is sometimes hard, but crucial.”

Y/N turned around and opened the window next to the group.

“And you dare to see the real enemy?”, Thor asked, “Or do you wish to blind yourself, shield yourself from the truth?”

“You know my history with emotional binding”, Y/N replied and turned her head around: “I cut them, I wipe them, I start over. Friends turned enemies in my life turn up dead more often than not. My blade serves Odin, but I do not owe him my existence.” She turned to the opened window and said: “Your brother might be consumed by vengeance, but he would not dare to harm Yggdrasil. The one in control, the one behind his schemes, does not care if the tree of live starts to die. This is not about vengeance only, Odin’s son. If you fail to open your eyes, your destiny is sealed.” And with this, Y/N flew away.

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“So, is Asgard like a world of dystopian Shakespeare plays?”, Stark asked dryly.

Director Fury watched Y/N fly away: “I think I’ve had enough extra-terrestrial visitors for now.”

“She seems to be cold, but her skills are extraordinary. She is one of the finest warriors of Asgard”, Thor replied dryly, “Though she tends not to be honest, not even with herself.”

Natasha huffed: “I don’t dislike her.”

“She dislikes me”, Stark stated ironically.

“Oh, how surprising, you are real charming”, Steve replied sarcastically.

“Still not useful, Oetzi”, Stark replied and turned to Thor, “So, Point Break, the sceptre. Maybe it leads us to whoever gave it to the madman in the cell.”

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Y/N returned to the city she had arrived in from Asgard. She put on a disguise to blend in with the crowd. Until the time had come for Loki to call the Chitauri, she would have to wait. In her eyes, this city would most likely be the target of Loki’s invasion as both the metal man and Rogers had ties to it, and apparently, it symbolised something to the world. Y/N learnt quickly about the statue of a woman towering in front of the city. Lady Liberty.
The city stood for freedom, for humanity’s strength and pride. For someone who was looking to make a statement, the city of New York was an excellent target.

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A Lot Can Happen in Two Days

A Parental!Royed fic that I wrote for @gaypaninya‘s birthday a few weeks ago and finally got around to sharing :) warnings for mentioned torture, mentioned murder, panic attack

Also available on ffn and ao3!!

When faced with the possibility of losing his youngest subordinate, Roy finds that he simply can’t stand the thought. 

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After six bodies and one month, they still had no clues. They had no idea who was doing it, who was killing them all, and East City was very, very scared. The governor was even considering implementing a mandatory buddy system so that no one was caught alone, no more lives could be lost, no more children taken from right beneath their noses.

They were coming after East City’s smallest and most innocent. Supposedly, they picked the children up on their way home from school, or whenever they were in a crowded place where they couldn’t make a scene. After all, a crying child being dragged off to a place they didn’t want to be wouldn’t exactly make headlines. And people were so closed off, fearing for their own children, that it was as if they wouldn’t care what happened to anyone else’s.

Mustang could almost relate.

Mustang didn’t often worry for his youngest subordinate and his brother. Fullmetal and Al were two of the strongest kids he’d ever known, and they were master alchemists to boot. They could more than take care of themselves. And even if they couldn’t, they were fairly good at making friends and allies who could help them out of a sticky spot if they needed. So, not hearing from Fullmetal was not something to jump at.

Even if they had argued the last time that he had seen them. Even if it had been different from usual. It hadn’t been semi-playful banter that always had a knack for taking some of the weight from Mustang’s shoulders. Fullmetal had messed up big time on his latest mission, and he had not only gotten himself hurt, he had brought a building down on top of his brother and gotten five employees injured. He had cost the military far too much in damages, he always was, and Mustang needed to make him understand that he simply couldn’t be so reckless all the time.

No. Nothing to jump at.

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The Avengers Preference - Types of Kisses

Bruce Banner/The Hulk:

He often does little finger kisses that reassure you and comfort you. He’s not one to show too much affectionate but when he does it’s because he wants to remind you that he does adore you and he’s listening. 

Bucky Barnes:

The ‘sweet and sensitive’ kisses. Bucky has done some stuff that he regrets so being able to come home to you and be with someone who he can be gentle and loving to is the best thing for him. He’d savor these types of kisses. 

Clint Barton/Hawkeye: 

Lots of quick, funny and kind of desperate kisses. Both of you do these kinds of kisses as a little joke but it’s also because you worry that you’ll never be able to kiss him enough. Just one of the cons of having an assassin and an Avenger as your boyfriend. 

Loki: 

The “I know we don’t have much time so kiss me now” kiss. It’s not one that many people experience but you and Loki would go through it. A lot. 

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver:

Young, desperate kisses. Kisses that make you never want to let him go. What more would you expect from Pietro? 

Steve Rogers/Captain America:

Steve would pepper your face with little kisses. He loves being able to show you affection; to prove to you that he adores you. He has so much built up emotions so being able to come and just kiss you all over your face and make you giggle pleases him. 

Thor: 

You wouldn’t be able to see Thor very often and when you do, he’d probably be a very nervous kisser. He’s all about being a gentleman but he doesn’t want to waste your time together so in your kisses you’d probably take the lead. 

Tony Stark/Iron Man:

Dorky, fun bed kisses is what Tony lives for. He’s not so tensed up and filled with sarcastic comments when he’s around you and he knows what you like and he adores being able to make you happy. These are his favourite kisses. 

Rebirth

THE GREED!HUGHES FIC IS UP. My computer is on it’s last legs, but I finally managed to get it typed. Really pumped about this fic, actually. I hope you enjoy it as well. Definitely moved cannon around to make this work. @ladywiltshire @dailymaeshughes

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Bido crept after the Fuhrer. He knew in his heart this was a bad idea, but the Fuhrer had Greed, and everyone else… everyone else was dead. Bido scrunched his eyes shut for a moment. He couldn’t think about that right now. If he just followed Greed… Maybe, just maybe, everything would be ok.

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Inspired completely by this post by @ask-royai-lty. I HAVE A LOT OF FUCKING FEELINGS ABOUT THIS PIECE OKAY. I AM COMPROMISED. I’ll probably revisit this idea at some point because I’m not totally satisfied, but that’s okay.

Only Us

There are good days and bad days.

Before, he would retreat into his office, close the door and get loudly drunk. He would merrily pretend to be feckless in place of depressed. He would laugh instead of cry. He’d pull on the skin of a made-up man. He’d call ‘Elizabeth’.

Now, he can no longer disguise himself.

His bad days are quiet now.

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It used to be a futile exercise in self-denial. Riza could not let herself be happy. It would be unacceptable after everything she’d done.

So she marks her calendar and counts the days. She looks forward to a world where she can pay her dues, while knowing that day may never come.

His fight is her fight.

She will not let them lose themselves in each other.

If Riza and Roy find happiness, then they’ve already lost. Because they don’t deserve it yet. There is so much left to do, so many people left to save, so many sins to atone for. If they’re happy, what is there left to fight for?

She will not taint their future, or whatever love they share, with their tragedies. And those will not resolve themselves.

One day Roy will be Führer. One day they’ll make their country better. They’ll fix what has been broken.

It’s a delay, she tells him once, not a ‘no’.

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And the thing is, Roy understands. Certainly better than anyone else.

Grandfather pushes him more than he pushes her, which she feels bad about.

Armstrong, Winry, Al, the Team, even Catalina and Ed, all seem keen to share their opinions on the matter. Ed comes the closest to understanding.

But Ed also has trouble living by his brother’s mantra “If not now, then when?”

Al learned longing while Ed learned to put things off, to abstain. Different lessons for different boys.

Hughes used to see it.

Roy is the only other person she knows who lives their life like they’re fasting.

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So contrarily to how I’ve been doing the other sick!Readers, I decided to make this one a continuation of my latest and only Natasha imagine. It worked rather nicely and though I’m not sure how well it actually turned out, I can say that Clint Barton is a sassy lil shit. Protect him at all costs. Anyway, enjoy, my darlings!

“Sweet and Sour” (Part 2)

Part 1

Natasha wasn’t often late. Even when she was, it was only by a few seconds and with an inarguable excuse.
“I was in the middle of a heist.”
“Something went down on the bridge.”
“I was following a lead.”
“I brought you guys bagels, leave me alone.”

So you can imagine the concern that arose when she didn’t show up to the tower at all.

Steve had called a meeting to discuss the upkeep of Avengers tower. A particularly nasty battle with HYDRA had left the tower in disrepair and the meeting was required to discuss living arrangements until the completion of construction. Whilst everyone else waited patiently, Clint’s mind began to wander.

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