i locked my buddy in a cage

Hello Gorgeous- Pietro Maximoff x Reader PT 26

Part 25, Part 27 

Description: Reader is hurt in a fight, and she is taken into S.H.I.E.L.D for her injuries, and ends up being there longer than expected, gaining new friends and falling for a certain speedster.

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

On the Quinjet

“Okay guys, once we land I want everyone to stay focused on our task. All we want is for those three teens to be safe, and one thing’s for sure, they won’t be safe with Rampage. So find the kids, then your side mission is collect intel on whatever you think could lead us to Newton Grand and/or Steven Hillings. Oh, and don’t shy away from kicking in the teeth of all of their employees.” Steve said to his crew.

“Sounds easy enough.” The Black Widow crossed her arms.

“Well it will be, as long as we all stay focused.” Steve continued.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We get it. We’ll be focused. Stop jabbering already, I’m about to land this thing.” Clint said from his spot in the pilot’s seat.

Upon touching down, the group raises a significant amount of suspicion from the building ahead of them, and it didn’t take long before multiple guards stood outside waiting for the arrival of the Avengers. Pietro snatches the hand of Vision, leading him to provide as a diversion while the remaining three, the Captain, Widow, and Hawkeye slip through the doors. They split off during their ride in the elevator, which sent Steve to the next ahead floor, and left Nat and Clint all the way up to the last floor. 

Whilst they continued to trek through their respected corridors, Vision and Quicksilver managed to wreak havoc just outside. To those above or ways away, it would appear that a man in a red morph suit floated several feet above a crowd of armed men, spontaneously beaming energy at them individually from his forehead, while another man, not strangely red, kept reappearing in the crowd, throwing punches at unsuspecting people in the gathering of those with guns. 

“We could probably take these people out with our hands tied behind our backs!” Pietro shouted gleefully, obviously having a marvelous time.

“Yes, I suppose we could! Shall we finish up here and follow the rest of our team?” Vision asked with a small smile. He was enjoying the sense of a bond he was forming with Wanda’s brother.

“Just a minute. I want the last one.” A grown, fairly beefed up guard was quivering as Quicksilver sent him a devilish grin. Without warning, he jolted forward, twisting the guards nose, hearing it crack. He bent forward, clutching his nose, when Pietro touch the opportunity to rush behind him, kicking him down to the ground. 

“Nice.” Vision smirks, coming back to the ground.

“Thanks.” The speedster responds as the two jog into the facility. The man drags himself over to the doors, pushing them open weakly. Pietro turns, glaring at him. “Really? You’re up?” He raised a brow. The man took a step forward to raise fist at him. “Fine.” He sighed, swinging his foot up to smack against his face, leaving him to crash to the floor.

“Did (Y/N) teach you that one?” Vision chuckled.

“Your mom taught me that one.” Pietro said smugly.

“My mother was a destructive, controlling, mankind-hating AI, but in your short time spent together I doubt he ever taught you karate moves.” The android spoke as the two walked.

“Fair enough.” Pietro snickered. 

——–

Steve went from room to room throughout the first floor, finding little company as he leafed through documents, pocketing those that looked that they served a specific purpose. This included some he found in a lab after taking down two of its workers. They seemed to be the plans for a old-timey looking hand buzzer prank, the kind that when you shake hands with it’s owner, it gives you a bone-chilling zap that travels all about your body. That was as it appeared, however, its notes stated it was some sort of teleportation device. It reminded him of the kind of tricky tools he and the Howling Commandos had used during many of their missions together. He kept moving, calmly strolling down the hallway to the next room. He stopped at the doorway, hearing a gasp. Steve spun around, fully alert. There was a kid, ebony complexion, looking around fourteen or fifteen, with a pair of boxy glasses, in an outfit that made him look as if he just broke out of prison. He had deep chocolate brown eyes and short clean cut hair. 

“You’re Steve Rogers! Oh my God!” His jaw dropped. Two guards charged behind him, guns raised.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing out of containment?” One of them asked. The teen spun around, putting his hands out to the men. 

“You might want to take a step back.” He shouted over his shoulder at Steve. Bewildered, he did as told. Suddenly, thousands of spiders poured onto the floor in front of the child, seemingly from nowhere. The two men standing ahead screeched while he led them up their bodies, soon engulfing them. They tumble downwards, still screaming out in torture. Cap stared in awe as the boy let his hands drop.

“…What the hell?” He whispered, confused. “Uh, I think I found number one.” He spoke louder into his earpiece.

“You think?” Widow asked.

“I’m pretty goddamn sure.” He uttered with sass.

“Who are you talking to?” The kid asked.

“A colleague. What just happened?” 

“Oh, um, the people here, they gave me powers.” He smiled widely. “Cool, right?” 

“Sure. But you do understand that the stuff they used to give you powers has killed other kids, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Why do you think I’m trying to get out of this hell hole? Are you here to help me?” 

“I am. Follow me, I’ll get you out of here.” Steve turned, continuing to walk. “You got a name?”

“Robbie.” He answered.

“So Robbie, do you only magically spawn spiders or can you do like snakes and stuff, too?”

“Not just spiders. I can think of anything, and it will generate somewhere around me. The only thing is, I don’t know how to make them go away.”

“How do you know you can?”

“I don’t.”

“Any other abilities?” Steve looked to Robbie.

“Well, I do have a photographic memory. But I’ve always had that.” He responded.

“I heard you’ve got two buddies. What are their names?” 

“Julia and Charlotte.”

“Did you know them before coming here?”

“Yeah, totally. They’ve been my best friends since kindergarten! Why?” 

“Because the last two kids who actually survived this project were twins.” Cap said. “Where are your friends?” 

“No clue. I picked the lock to my cage thing like twenty minutes ago, then I let them out. We all split up to find our stuff.”

“Hopefully team gets to them before the staff here does. You should never have split up, none of you have any training.” Steve shook his head.

“That wouldn’t have been much fun at all, now would it, Captain America?”

“It wouldn’t be fun, but at least it wouldn’t get you killed.” 

——–

Upstairs,  Nat and Clint had been punching the shit out of some well deserving guards when Cap announced his discovery. Not long after, Clint entered another room while his partner searched another. He surveyed it, looking at how it was left and examining the cluttered floor.

“Well, are you just gonna stand there?” A girl appeared, leaning against the wall in front of him, arms crossed. He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Did I scare ya?” She grinned. “So what are you, another one of those piece of shit guard dogs they found on Craigslist?”

“No, they found me in a box in a Walmart parking lot.” Clint joked. 

She smiled. “What do you want?”

“I’m an avenger. I’m here to take you home. I don’t want anything.”

“How do I know that’s not a lie?” She narrowed her eyes.

“I have Tony Stark’s personal phone number.”

“Tony Stark? Iron Man?” She gasped.

“Yep.” 

“Wow! He’s like, rich as fuck!” She exaggerated.

“I’m aware of that.” Clint smiled.

“So what’s your nickname then? ‘Bow Guy’? ‘Arrow Dude’?”

“Hawkeye, actually. What’s your uh, regular name, kid?”

“Julia.” She had straight dirty blond hair, which was tied into a braid. Though, even with her blonde hair and blue eyes, you could tell this kid was not one to spend much time on looks. “And if you’re here to take me home, we’ve got to find my friends first. Let’s go, Bow Guy.” And with that, she walked straight through Clint, who was stood in the doorway.

“Whaaaat.” He grunted. 

Natasha joined them in the hallway seconds later. “I see you’ve found number two. All I found were some balled up pairs of ripped jeans and a few tee shirts.”

“Number two? Who’s number one?” Julia turned to Clint with furrowed brows.

“Cap said he found a kid named Robbie on the first floor.” Nat told her.

“Cap? As in Captain America? Oh my gosh, that is hysterical!” She giggled. “I bet Robbie almost shit his pants. That kid is obsessed with all of his comics.”

“Well, that means Steve is probably having tons of fun right now.” Clint smirked, Natasha sending him a knowing smile.

“Woah, woah woah! What the hell is that?” Julia shouted, Vision speeding around the corner at them.

“Relax, he’s an Avenger.” Clint said.

“Finally, someone I know!” Vision panted.

 “What’s up?” Nat asked.

“Well, uh, you see, Pietro, he uh, just kind of went off on his own, which wouldn’t be so bad if I promised Wanda I wouldn’t let him do that.” He fiddled with his hands nervously.

“He can hold his own. He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.” Clint assured him.

——–

Vision and Pietro had been ripping a new hole in another hoard of guards before one of the Rampage employees slipped away through one of the doors in the narrow hall. Eager to investigate why he had run from battle, Pietro snuck through the door behind him, which led to a staircase up to the next floor. He tiptoed after the man while he jogged up the steps. He seemed not to notice, until they reached the next door, where he turned and smiled.

“Oh good, you’re here. Thank God, If I didn’t lure you up here some how, Louis would kill me. Whew!” He chuckled. 

Pietro was absolutely puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

 “You’ll know in just a moment, Mr. Maximoff.” The guard said politely, turning to open the door

“Open that door, and I’ll kill you.” Pietro stepped towards him.

“Either you go in, or you can say goodbye to Wanda.”

“You don’t even have a way to get to her, you lying prick.” He shoved the guy against the door.

“Not right now, no, but we do know where she lives. Where she sleeps. We’ve done it before, what’s stopping us from doing it again, Mr. Maximoff?”

“The same thing that stopped you before. The Avengers.” 

The man simply laughed at Pietro’s response. “Do you really think either of them will suspect the gunman right outside her window? Do you truly believe that in the middle of watching an episode of Steven Universe they are going to be looking for someone who’s about to shoot them?”

“Them?”

“Well, she and The Blue Jay are at home, are they not? Sitting on Wanda’s bed, eating popcorn. Talking about their teammates. Their boyfriends. You. She sure does like you a lot from what I’ve heard.” 

“You’re bluffing.” Pietro held the collar of the man’s jacket in his hands.

“And if I’m not? How do you think it would feel to know that you killed them, Pietro? That you killed your little sister. Who you were supposed to protect. Or that the only girl you’ve ever loved had a bullet sent through her cranium because you though I was bluffing.”

Pietro sighed. “Open the god damn door.” He said through gritted teeth.

“At your wish, sir.” He smiled, as Pietro backed off. He prodded Pietro forward with the tip of his gun. They entered another hallway, similar to the one he and Vision had been in. The guard took him to a room fit for an interrogation from some sort of cop show. At the table was a laptop, opened to Skype. He was sat in the chair across from it, as well as cuffed to the table. Lastly, he had his earpiece confiscated. “Have fun.” The man smiled sweetly.

“Fuck off, shit sack.” Pietro spared no expense. The guard left the room, and another door in the room opened.

“Hello again Quicksilver. It’s nice to see our rolls reversed.” In walked Newton Grand, after him followed Steven Hillings, and finally Louis Grenwald, the man you had had multiple run-ins with in the past. Your boyfriend immediately directed his attention to Mr. Hillings.

“You son of a bitch!” Pietro shouted. “Your family fucking loved you, you bastard! You through your son out on the street! He was fucking scared for his life!” He stood from his chair, screaming.

“Please sit down, Pietro. I would kill you now, but I’m afraid you serve a purpose to me.” Louis said blandly. When he didn’t comply, Louis went further. “You have ten seconds to sit before I blow your sister’s brains out.” Pietro sat tentatively. “Good. Now what I want you to do, is call Wanda.”

“What?” Pietro looked up at him,

“Do you speak English? Call. Wanda.”

——–

whats gonna happen idk wait yes i do find out soon maybeeee

-Tori 

Creepypasta #436: Edinburgh Cellar

First, a little bit of background about me. I’m a mid-20s guy who lives in Edinburgh, Scotland. I have just graduated university and now work in a bar full time, until I can find a job in my field (slim pickings with a Psychology degree). The bar I work in is where this all started. Well, it’s more of a pub; old building, old fashioned, old customers. But in an effort to be more “tourist friendly”, we now have an extensive wine list and serve food in the evenings. The pub is on the Royal Mile – one of Edinburgh’s oldest streets which nowadays is predominantly bars, restaurants and tourist shops selling umbrellas and ponchos for the shitty Scottish weather. I had been working there for about two months, so was beginning to get to know my way around and take on more responsibilities.

One night, when I was on until close, one of my duties was to stock the bar for the next day. This involves going downstairs to the cellar and gathering any spirits, bottled beers, juice, etc. in order to stock the bar, ready for service the next day. I’d done it a few times, normally with my buddy who works with me, but he was off ill that night so I was left to do it myself.

Now, I’m not sure how much you know about Edinburgh and its history? I mean, it’s an absolutely beautiful city, but it’s creepy as fuck. A castle built on a dormant volcano, witch hunts and home to various serial killers and grave robbers of the past, and lots of other creepy shit like that. Not many people know, even the people who have lived here all their lives, that some parts of Edinburgh (known as ‘Old Town’) is actually built on top of older buildings. A city built on top of a city. I’m serious… Google it. On the surface is a booming city; but underneath are ancient vaults: houses, schools, town halls. Derelict buildings that were abandoned and built on top of to create a fresh start for industrial Edinburgh.

Basically, in the 1600s, Edinburgh was stricken with the plague. In case you don’t know, the plague induced symptoms like swollen glands, puss-filled lumps in the arms and groin, severe vomiting which could often result in people vomiting their internal organs out. Nearly everyone who came into contact with the plague died from it. Scary shit.

Then, after the plague had wiped out half of Edinburgh, officials decided to block off all the buildings and start again by building new houses on top of the old ones. A fresh start free from any illnesses. Again, I couldn’t make this stuff up – Google it.

Anyway, working in a busy bar right in the heart of Edinburgh, means that I had a lot of stock to collect from the cellar – and I was now on my own as my buddy off work. And of course the storage cellar is downstairs… in the abandoned vaults of Edinburgh’s Old Town. Okay, fair enough, it’s just an abandoned room now, so off I went down to collect the locally made bottled beers and Irn-Bru.

This is where things get a bit creepy. I actually thought it was a few of the waiters and chefs playing a prank on me. We like to take the piss out of each other sometimes; pranks like leaving the head of the beer tap slightly unscrewed so that beer sprays in all directions over the other bar staff, were regular occurrences in the bar. You know the usual practical jokes. Harmless. Just a bit of fun.

The cellar isn’t big. Imagine a dark room with kegs of beer up one wall, bottled beers and cans of juice stacked up against the other wall, and a cage. The cage is where we keep all the spirits, to avoid any of the staff helping themselves to a nip of whisky on their break.

The kegs are all stored up the right hand side, and the cage was built in on the opposite wall. Not very big, but enough room to store all the stock for the bar.

Anyway, I was down in the cellar and I heard what sounded like children giggling. It actually reminded me of my 7 year old niece, but it sounded like there were two of them. I thought it was just a practical joke and that the chefs would be hiding around the corner putting on silly voices, or playing some children’s voices from YouTube.

“Ring-a-ring o’ roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down”

This is what I heard, but it was slower and echoed creepily around the cellar. Again, I just thought it was a joke.

“Very funny guys”, I laughed as I carried the rest of the stock up stairs and finished my bar work for the night. I thought no more about it until the next week.

The next week I was working the close at the bar again. And my buddy was still off sick. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks now; I’d need to pay him a visit. Anyway, I was gathering the stock as normal; cans of juice collected, bottles of beers stocked up, the only thing left was the spirits. I went to get the key; an antique looking key, which was too old to get copied so we only had one of them. I opened the cage to get the whisky down from the top shelf when I heard again,

“Ring-a-ring o’ roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down”

And the cage door slammed behind me. “Fuck!” I must have left the upstairs door open and the draft blew the door shut. Fuckin’ shat myself. I reached into my back pocket to find the key, but it wasn’t there. Had I left it on the counter outside?

“Ring-a-ring o’ roses”

Maybe I had dropped it taking some of the stock up to the bar?

“A pocket full of posies”

Now was not the time for the chefs to be playing a prank on me. “Quit it guys”, I stuttered.

“A-tishoo! A-tishoo!”

“Come let me out of the cage, I’m locked in”

“We all fall down”

When I heard “We all fall down”, I freaked the fuck out. Two young girls were standing in the cellar. Holding hands and spinning in circles singing.

“Ring-a-ring o’ roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down”

What the actual fuck?! I must have been dreaming or this is the most elaborate prank the guys had ever played. The two girls looked about seven or eight years old and were still spinning and singing. Creepy fucking singing. Why were they dressed like that? Dirty night dresses and no shoes. I must be dreaming. “Just close your eyes and you’ll wake up”, I thought to myself. So I did. I scrunched my eyes shut and blanked everything out. I woke up. It was just a dream. But I was still locked in the cage? I must have been hallucinating. I turned around to check I hadn’t left the key on the shelf with the whisky on it. FUCK!

The two girls were in the cage with me. I freaked the fuck out; dropping the bottle of whisky in my hand and scrambling to get out of there, but the bloody cage was still locked.

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anonymous asked:

Oh wow, there are so many good au short fic prompts to choose from! I'm torn between 5,19, or 50 with Ten and Rose. So I'll let you pick which one you're in the mood for or if you're not game for any of them that's fine too! Thank you so much!

#7 The One With The Hamster

1000~ words, Teen, #19 - Parents meeting when they take their kids to class AU

(I’ve already done #5, and number #50 is upcoming, so here’s #19. I had trouble imagining them as single parents, so it doesn’t follow the prompt precisely but close enough?? This one’s pretty silly and I apologise that it’s so short.)



Uncle John was under the desk when the classroom door opened.

“Ouch!” He cried, hitting his head. “No!”

Ella dove for it without needing to be told to. She pushed the lady who had entered aside, before encountering a second body, a smaller one, about her height - she recognized it immediately.

“Get in!” she gasped, making a grab for the boy who had been trailing behind the woman. Slamming the door shut, she turned the lock and exclaimed, “Muffy’s escaped!”

“Seriously?” Tony Tyler’s eyes widened. He sat next to Ella in class and was pretty nice for a boy. He always told her stupid jokes and sometimes they even made her laugh. He nudged the lady, who looked very confused. “Muffy’s our class hamster.”

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