Okay, so here’s my theory. Everyone keeps going on about how Tony Stark created Utron. But keep in mind his mental state at the time and the presence of outside interference.

Tony was already confronted by his worst nightmare when Wanda invaded his mind. Then, already vulnerable, he spent days in contact with the Scepter, which has already been established as having the ability to alter peoples emotional state in The Avengers. In a deleted scene in Age of Ultron, Thor clarifies that the Scepter brings out the monsters in a persons mind.

So Tony, already vulnerable from facing the vision of his worst nightmare, spends an extended amount of time with an alien device that brings out the darkest parts of the subconscious, affecting his judgment and fuelling his desperation to protect the world and the people he cares about.

Something Called Love

Author: who-thebellishucky
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Fluff? That’s it, really
Word Count:  2,006 (I’m so sorry)
Summary: it’s really just fluff with half a plot

A/N: This is my first one-shot in quite a while, so please give me the benefit of the doubt with this one :- )

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The experiments the Maximoff’s and you endured using Loki’s scepter had been tiring, but nothing could compare to the exhaustion you faced once your powers presented themselves. Emotional manipulation was nowhere near simple. In fact, the scientists of HYDRA had begun to think the experiments weren’t even working on you.

You began noticing your powers during one of your many arguments with Pietro. The anger he radiated only fueled yours, until you were physically fighting and several guards had to pull the two of you apart. Wanda didn’t speak to you for days after that. Of course, she couldn’t have if she wanted to. When you were returned to your room, you slept for two days straight.

When you finally woke up, you realized Pietro and you had only become so angry because you had been projecting the anger he made you feel back at him, increasing his own anger. When you revealed this to HYRDA, they began putting the power to the test. The training was so intense, you once slept for five days, only waking because Wanda and Pietro were worried you wouldn’t and shook you until you responded.

After Ultron, and Sokovia, were destroyed, you were left with no option but to return to Stark Tower with Wanda. After nearly three years of Tony’s fancy gala’s and annual parties, you were used to the, “I wouldn’t really call that a super power,” comments. Really, you were! However, that didn’t mean you particularly enjoyed them. You wouldn’t necessarily call them offensive, but they were quite the opposite of a compliment. You really weren’t sure why, tonight of all nights, the comment bothered you so much more.

Tony had picked and paid for you dress, shoes and jewelry after asking you to attend last minute. You wore a navy blue, ankle length dress with golden, ornate patterns scattered across it. While your golden heels were slightly uncomfortable, you couldn’t argue how amazing they looked with your dress. The bangles that adorned your wrist did tend to get annoying, but you had worn them for Tony’s sake.

You exited the elevator to the party with the intention of grabbing a drink and heading for the far corner of the room, where Steve, Wanda and Bucky were already waiting for you to join them. That is, until one of Tony’s gracious, millionaire guests intercepted your path.

Tony had told you a million times, “Just smile and laugh, answer their questions and excuse yourself.” That didn’t mean that was what you always did.

Bucky was out of his seat when he heard the man ask, “So, what’s your role in the Avengers’ madness?” He knew how defensive you got when people questioned your position, and the man had simultaneously insulted your friends, adding insult to injury. Half way to where you stood, he heard the man comment, “That passes as a super power now? I thought it was just called empathy.”

He sped up his pace, clapping the man on his back before you could reply. He saw the exasperated look on your face before turning to the man, “Hey… man,” he started, realizing he had no idea who the gentleman was, “I see you’ve met Y/N! That’s fantastic! Sorry to interrupt, but we’re needed for an important… discussion.” With that, he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers and pulling you in the direction of their table before the man could say anything else.

Coming to a stop in front of the table you huffed, rubbing your arms. The negativity the man had been emitting had left you a little shaken. Bucky pulled out a chair and motioned for you to sit, but you hesitated. “Maybe it would be best if I left.” You spoke, biting your lip.

Shaking his head, Bucky rounded the chair to stand in front of you, rubbing your arms gently. His face shifted when he got closer. “Geez, doll, I can feel the negativity rolling off you.” He pulled you closer and tucked you under his arm.

Bucky and you had been separated for several months following his arrival at the tower. He had so many emotions tucked away in his mind, they filtered through you before you could even think to stop them. When you realized all the darkness he felt, you began emitting more lighthearted emotions to try and counteract them. What you didn’t realize was that it took much more energy than usual, because you hadn’t absorbed his negative emotions.

You passed out within minutes and when Steve found out what happened, he did everything in his power to keep the two of you out of reach of one another, scared that if you tried to help Bucky out again, it would take a much worse toll on your health.

After Bucky saw a psychiatrist for about three months, Steve felt much better about letting you near him again, and allowed Bucky access to the same places as you. What you couldn’t tell him, was that Bucky’s emotions were still there. You did what you could, absorbing some of the negative energy in passing and blaming the tiredness on overworking yourself during training, but Bucky slowly noticed himself growing happier.

One night, you found it hard to sleep. You had decided to watch The Hangover for the third time, and about half way through, Bucky joined you. You knew he’d had another nightmare, you could feel his fear easily. He sat next to you on one of the couches in the small home theatre, and you leaned closer, slowly absorbing his negative emotions and transferring positive ones, just as you had so many times before.

After a few moments of silence, Bucky turned to you, “Is that you? Are you doing that?” He asked, slightly nervous.

You looked at him from the corner of your eye, shrugging and stuffing popcorn in your mouth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, your Sokovian accent making it hard for him to understand through your mouth full of popcorn.

“It’s not bad, it’s just like I can- I think I can feel the negative energy leaving me. It’s like you give off this warm, happy feeling whenever I’m around you.”

You could feel your face shift, confusion taking over your face. “I’ve never met someone who can feel their emotions being transferred.” You said, thinking over all the times you had absorbed and transmitted emotions without any suspicion, “Usually it takes days for them to realize their emotions were changed.”

Bucky shrugged, “At first I just thought I was imagining things, because I knew about your powers. But after a while, I kept focusing on it. I felt it when you passed me in the halls, or when we trained together. The feeling was always there when you were.”

You pursed your lips. Lying was useless at this point, and you weren’t sure if Bucky was upset or if you had crossed a line with him. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry, it was just so hard not to. The emotions were just rolling off you. Knowing you were feeling so much negativity just-,” Bucky cut you off, smiling slightly.

“I’m not upset,” he said, “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t crazy.”

Since then, Bucky continued to be the only person that could actually feel you changing his emotions. After several months of training together, living in the same building and hanging out nearly every day, Bucky began to realize he was also able to feel the emotions you were feeling when they were strongest.

Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t always a great thing.

Steve stood from his chair, noticing you were uncomfortable, “It’s alright, Y/N, we’ll make sure no one else bothers you.” He said, motioning for you and Bucky to sit and pushing your chair in behind you. You heard the conversation between Steve, Bucky and Wanda, but you weren’t really paying attention until you heard your name.

“Do you remember that, Y/N?” Steve said turning to face you with a smile. You laughed and nodded, hoping no one would notice that you hadn’t been paying attention, but Bucky had. He talked with the others for a little while longer before he turned to you again, whispering.

“What do you say we change into sweats and watch Kick Ass again?” He asked, a small smile coming to his face. You nodded, hearing him make some kind of excuse to Wanda and Steve before he grabbed your hand, pulling you to the elevator with him.

When the doors closed, he turned to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close. “I haven’t seen you this down before, doll. What can I do?” He asked.

You shook your head, plastering a smile on your face. “It’s nothing, really. I hear it all the time.” The look he gave you told you he saw right through your act.

“You say that as if I can’t feel it.” You sighed, shrugging.

“I don’t know, honestly. I think it’s just how negative he was. I couldn’t help feeling it.” He nodded and the doors to the elevator opened.

You both stepped out and you turned to him, “Your room or mine?” You asked. You had stopped watching movies in the theatre after Tony complained about the amount of times he had to watch the same three movies with the two of you.

“The disc is in my room so that’ll be easier.” He said, pulling you in for another hug before heading down the hallway to his room. You sighed, turning to yours. You pulled the dress over your head, reaching for your favorite t-shirt and athletic shorts before heading after Bucky.

Knocking on the door to his room, you heard him tell you to enter and pushed the door open. Bucky had decided on just sweatpants, his chest exposed. You could tell he noticed you stare longer than necessary, but he didn’t say anything, smirking to himself instead.

You headed to his bed, sitting on top of the covers and waiting for him to put the movie in, when he joined you on the bed, he turned to you.

“Doll, you know I care about you, right?” He asked. You feigned shock, gasping and smacking a hand to your chest.

“I had no idea, Bucky.” He laughed nervously, looking down to the bed and back into your eyes. His gaze had changed and you felt a change in his emotions as well, but you couldn’t put your finger on the emotion he was feeling.

“You know, I used to be great with the ladies, I’m not sure why this is so difficult for me.” He scratched the back of his neck and your face contorted in confusion. Before you could speak though, he surged forward, kissing you gently.

After recovering from the initial shock, you could feel him begin to pull away. Quickly, you tangled one of your hands in his hair, pulling him in again and deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting your tongues dance together for a bit longer before pulling back.

He rested his forehead against yours and smiled, breathing heavily. You smiled back and giggled nervously. His eyes stared into yours for a while longer before he spoke again.

“What I’m trying to say, Y/N, is I love you.” You pulled back for a moment, the shock clear on your face before you rushed forward again, pressing your lips against his quickly and smiling.

“I think I love you too, Bucky.” You said, his smile growing impossibly wide.

“Will you be mine, doll?” He asked, you smiled again, nodding furiously.

“Of course, Bucky.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down on the bed on top of him and you let out a shout, laughing as you landed on his chest and placed another kiss on his lips.

The feeling he was radiating suddenly made sense; it was love.

Not So Bad After All (Loki x reader)

Good afternoon lovelies! I hope your day is going alright. I’m closing requests for now because after I finish “There”, I’ll be investing all my time into writing three new series… Each one are about different characters: Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes. I love doing one shots, but I really want to make these perfect, so I’ll be taking a break from them soon. I hope y’all understand, xoxo

Request: Hey! Any chance you can do a Loki X Reader where the reader works for S.H.I.E.L.D and she’s really adorable, cute, and small but also a badass and she’s working with the avengers and ends up having to fight Loki at some point but since she’s a likeable person, maybe they low key don’t dislike eachother?? Feel free to add stuff haha. Ty!

Warnings: Cursing


Two years. Two years you had been working with S.H.I.E.L.D. for the Avengers. Nobody suspected a small girl like you to be alongside the big, burly men and menacing women of the team, but you were. But that was the good thing about having you there, nobody would blink an eye at you, making it a hundred times easier to slip into places. You stood at a mere 5″4′, and you were cute. You weren’t like Natasha or Wanda who guys probably thought about banging. When people saw you, they wanted to protect you, and not let you do your job and protect them. Yes, it made your missions harder, but you were always nice about it. You were a likable person, and you knew that. Maybe you weren’t seductive like Nat, but you did get your flirting skills on when needed. 

“Shit. F/N, we kind of need you down here!” Tony yelled into the comm system. “Everyone else’s hands are tied, you need to get Loki!” The rest of the team was fighting off his alien robots in the streets. You were perched on a rooftop, waiting for this cue. Going out in the streets would have been a waste of your talents. All of you agreed that it would be best to hold you out till they isolated Loki, and you would sweep in to finish him off, and take him in. 

“Got it. I’m on my way.” You stood up, making a run across the building, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, until your eyes finally landed on the god. He was suspended in the air above the streets, cackling at his destruction. You sped up, trying to get as close to him as possible. He saw you out of the corner of his eye. 

“Ah, what do we have here?” He floated in front of you, gently landing on his feet. “Another Avenger? Oh, what fun I’ll have.” He smiled deviously. 

“Yeah, sure, big guy.” You rolled your eyes, then went to the floor, using your leg to sweep him off his feet. He landed on his ass with a grunt. Loki dropped his scepter, took off his helmet, and his jacket. You shrugged, putting your fists up in front of your face. “You wanna dance? Then let’s dance.” Soon it was a fist fight between the two of you, your skill levels matching up almost perfectly. 

“You know, I don’t actually hate you.” He grunted in between punches, landing one in your ribs. 

“What the hell? Was that supposed to be a compliment?” You doubled over, looking up at him. He put his fists down and you took the opportunity to give him a hard kick to the gut. 

“Fuck..” He said under his breath. “And yes, that was supposed to be a compliment.” He coughed, but got back up. 

“Well then, you’re not too bad yourself. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I have to bring you in.” You slipped past him, pinning his arm to his back. You had to lean over to look at him, as you were about a foot smaller than he was. You cuffed him, and commed the rest of the team. “Hey guys, I got him. Can you send for the prison unit? Thanks.” You urged him forward taking him down the stairs, back to the street. 

“I hope I see you again. Maybe not under these circumstances, but one day.” He smirked down at you as you shoved him into the truck with a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. 

“You know, you’re not so bad after all.” 

I hoped you liked it!! Enjoy the rest of your day, xoxo



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“Oh, my new friends, before creation itself, there were six singularities, then the universe exploded into existence and the remnants of this system were forged into concentrated ingots… Infinity Stones.” -The Collector

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Your jaw dropped as you scrolled down the story. Your eyes couldn’t get wider as you continued reading. “What are you reading, darling?” You felt a presence behind you and you simply slid the computer to your significant other.

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[oh yeah I missed that there was one more of these! so here have one last excerpt from “Seams and Scars”, that fic it’s taking me way too long to finish]

When Loki did not return after a fairly substantial period of time, Clint followed him out. He wasn’t standing out front – that was a relief, given how much he would stand out – but when Clint circled around the back he didn’t see him either. Just as his heart was starting to pound the air seemed to waver and Loki appeared, cradling the scepter in his lap and ashen faced. He swayed, and Clint hurried over, dropping to his knees and reaching out to steady him. The moment he made contact, Loki’s hand was around his throat.

Clint went quickly limp. “Boss,” he said. “It’s me.” He could still talk, which was good. Loki could’ve snapped his neck in a second if he wanted to. Loki blinked, eyes focusing on him slowly, but even after recognition dawned it took him a moment longer to release Clint’s neck. He looked down immediately, eyes on the pavement.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t’ve touched you. That was out of line.”

Loki shook his head slowly. One of his hands had a white-knuckle grip around the scepter, and Clint glanced at it, and Loki’s mouth. Some fresh blood trickled from the punctures above and below his lips, and Clint felt a surge of anger again.

“You say the word,” he said, “and I will kill the sons of bitches doing this to you, boss. Whatever they’ve got on you, it’s not worth it.”

Loki looked at him and for a moment Clint thought he’d overstepped, but then Loki reached out and touched his face, very lightly. It didn’t lift the shadowed, haunted look on his face, but Clint felt some of the tension bleed out of him.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get rid of those things,” Clint said, heartfelt. “I will figure out a way to do it. All right? I’m not going to let this go.”

Thanos and the Chitauri Scepter

I have a minor problem with the 2012 movie, “THE AVENGERS”.  In the past five years, fans of the MCU movies have been aware that the Titan supervillain, Thanos, has been collecting all of the Infinity stones, including the Tesseract featured in this film.  And yet … Thanos handed over one of the stones - the Mind Stone set in a scepter - to Loki for the latter’s use during the Chitauri’s invasion of Earth.  Why would he do that?  Thanos is going through a great deal of trouble to get his hands on the Infinity stones.  Why would he hand over the only stone - even temporarily - he had in his possession?  That makes no sense to me.  If I had been Thanos, I would have kept that stone close to me, no matter what.

Caught in the Crossfire

The day the Battle of New York occurred was a fateful one, especially for Camryn, who was caught in the crossfire of a Chitauri weapon and Loki’s Tesseract-powered scepter, the blast sending her into a comatose state.

When Thor returns to Midgard to assist with rescue efforts, he finds her, unconscious and close to death, though emitting a strong magical trace. Puzzled by it, the prince brings her to Asgard for medical care- and observation.

Over time, the mystery of what salvation or destruction she will cause because of her magical abnormality becomes harder and harder to solve. As she begins to lose control of herself, she must seek help from the only person that can teach her how to harness her newfound power and the one who happens to hate her the most.


Category: Fanfic

Rating: T

Notes/Warnings: Just a small bit of blood, but nothing major. This chapter turns over a whole new part of this fanfic, and I’m very, very excited about it, so I hope you guys share my sentiment.


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           Too startled to enjoy the kiss, I jerked my mouth away from Loki’s.

“What the hell was that?” I demanded, voice still at the same shrill decibel it was before I was cut off by someone’s mouth on mine.

           Loki breathed heavily, chest heaving noticeably, expression betraying that he himself had no idea. “I-”

           “Loki, you wouldn’t believe-” a growl announced Toril’s entrance into the chambers, but she abruptly halted with a start when she realized I was in the room. I gaped at her disheveled appearance, wondering why in the world she used Loki’s first name instead of an honorific.

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“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” Tony & Nat

Natasha watched the party going on below her. She already talked and drank a lot with her friends but once in a while she needed some time alone. It was also just nice watching her friends -and other people Tony invited- celebrating the fact that they finally found Loki’s scepter.

“Hey.” The redhead didn’t even need to look to know it’s Tony. “Hey.” She greeted back and just looked up a second to see Tony stopping next to her and leaning on the railing, too. “So…” Began Tony somewhat hesitantly, while Nat looked at him confused. “So?”

“You and Bruce?” So he noticed. But she wanted to make sure he really meant that. “Bruce and I…?”

“You guys are really close.” Natasha shrugged, as if it’s no big deal. Which it wasn’t. “Maybe.” Then he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Ah, come on. I know exactly what’s going on between you two. You keep coming to our lab with no reason. And how you guys look at each other and all the flirting. I don’t have to be Clint to see it.”

Natasha was quite sure that he’s gonna tell her to stay away from him -as if he could order her around- but what he said next surprised her. “I like it.”


“I’ve never seen Bruce so happy before. It sounds really weird, but you must be the reason.” Tony grinned at her smugly and she could just roll her eyes at him. “He once told me about Betty, so I’m glad he found someone else. Even if it’s the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met.” He joked. “So…I just wanna make sure you’re being serious with him and not just play with him.”

“Are you really giving me the protective big brother talk?” Asked Nat and looked at him amused, but for once he looked very serious. “I’m extremely serious with him. Don’t worry. I uhm, treat him right.” It sure was kinda weird saying that. Also she didn’t really need Tony’s blessing to date Bruce, so why was it kinda important? “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He said and smiled at her and she returned it. “Wait, wait wait!” He said suddenly and looked at her fake shocked. “Am I in an alternate universe or did you really just smile at me?!”

Rolling her eyes, she softly punched his shoulder. Tony laughed at his bad joke and looked back to hi guests. “Think Clint will give Bruce a ‘protective big brother talk’, too?”

“Of course. We’re best friends for years, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. I’m pretty sure he’d even threaten him.” Clint would do everything to protect her even if he knew she could take care of herself. “I’d pay to see that.”

“Might not be necessary.” After a few silent seconds, Nat moved away. “I’ll get a drink.”

“Natasha.” The redhead looked back to her teammate. “Go get him, girl.” He said and this certain smug grin returned again. Nat shook her head, but shot him a little smile before going down the stairs to the bar.