I usually refrain from posting fan-made posters, but this was just too awesome! Job well done, ‘themadbutcher’, this could pass as the official poster! Clearly inspired by the classic “Infinity Gauntlet” comicbook, and rightfully so!
Fandom: Marvel/Avengers Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Steve Rodgers x sister!reader Prompts: 21. “I did NOT tell you to set it on fire!!” 6. "That’s french for ‘go away’.“ Summary: After getting caught flying in a stolen Iron Man suit the reader is held for questioning in some dark corner of the Avengers Compound. Concerned Steve and Tony try to find out how and why you’ve gone to such lengths to get their attention. Part 1 Warning: There’s some suggestive stuff between Tony and the reader. I want to make it clear, I’m NOT approving of a relationship between a grown man and a 16 yr old!! I’m just using these interactions to so the extent of the reader’s emotional detachment, and the twisted way they are used to communicating in precarious situations. The interactions between them will in no way develop into a romantic plot line
After your revelation there was a small commotion. Tony sent Peter on a fact finding mission, gave Steve a moment to breathe, and you agreed not to kill anyone if they untied you. ”Didn’t know being a Rogers had it’s perks,” you muttered at Tony’s back while he led you out of the interrogation room and into a spacious office. Tony watched as you walked past him and into the room, heading straight for the windows. ”Enjoying the view or looking for a way out?” he asked after a moment of silence. ”Both.” ”I got a partial story from Cap, but, as you can imagine, he was a bit preoccupied with having a panic attack.” Tony said, watching you scan the landscape around the compound. “So Y/N Rogers, do you want to fill me in?” ”Daddy dearest unfroze and needed to unwind. Met my mom- in the biblical sense- then a year later my mom met a drunk driver. I survived, she didn’t.” You voice didn’t give away any sense of resentment or pain. Actually Tony noticed a complete lack of emotion. It was as if you were explaining to him how addition and subtraction worked. ”Never pictured Rogers as the one night stand type,” Tony said to himself. ”We can be,” you said throwing a look over your shoulder at him and giving a smile. Tony looked confused not understanding how you could dryly talk about growing up parent-less and then flip a switch and be a confident smart-ass. Your conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Mr. Stark?” Peter said stepping into the room. “I found the files you asked for. I mean- Jarvis found them.” He carried a hefty stack of papers over to Tony and lowered his voice, “Y/N’s used a lot of aliases but facial recognition identified her in all of these cases.” You winked at Peter causing him to shove the files into Tony’s hands and leave in a flustered mess. “Play nice,” Tony warned noticing the effect you were having on his innocent intern. “Oh I will,” you muttered under your breath purely for your own entertainment.
“I must say, you’ve done a lot to get our attention. Theft, arson, assault, organizing a small group of thugs and smugglers.” ”Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, “I was just doing my thing. Like I said before, you didn’t catch me until I needed you to. Hence why you didn’t even know I existed.” ”There’s no way you would have kept under the radar for that long. You ran with a rough crowd.” ”I ran the rough crowd. And yeah, it’s easy to fly under the radar when it’s full of aliens and A.I.s. Great job on that by the way,” you said giving him a sarcastic thumbs up. Tony bristled at the mention of Ultron. “So you what? Saw some petty crime during your orphaned childhood and thought- damn, that looks like a good time?” His witty response entertained you, momentarily knocking down your guard and letting an honest answer slip by. ”No. I was taught. By people who knew what I was before I even did.” Once the words came out you clenched your jaw, the tensed muscle were the only sign that you had given away too much. Tony picked up on it. ”Taught huh? Like in between your French and Chemistry classes?” He threw a bit of sarcasm back, flaunting that he had caught your slip. You didn’t move or respond, eyes trained on the wall behind Tony. ”Who taught you?” he pressed. “Fuck off” you said out of the side of your mouth, re-straightening your posture and looking at him with an uninterested expression. “That’s french for ‘go away’.” ”Random 10 year old girls don’t just go around beating grown men senseless,” he said holding up photos from one of the files. Ah, Jonny. He thought he was such a hardass, you reflected fondly as you recognized the battered face. ”You know how that tune goes- girls just wanna strike fear into the hearts of their enemies.” ”I’m not familiar with that version.” Tony scoffed. He took a deep breath and ran a hand across his face. Teenagers are the worst, he thought to himself. “Why now?” Steve’s voice cut through the room, making both you and Tony turn towards the door in surprise, “What’s your plan?” ”Why do I have to have the plan?” you said innocently, “aren’t you the ones who have to decide what to do with me?” Tony and Steve looked at each other, both knowing there wasn’t a plan for this. ”You can’t let me go because you know there’s more to this,” you said to Tony. “And you,” you turned to Steve,“you are just too good to let your crazy kid loose. Though I’m not sure you like me enough to be doing that for my sake. Probably worried I’ll burn down Brooklyn.” ”Well we can’t ignore all this,” Tony said coming to Steve’s defense. The poor guy was still trying to process everything, his face constantly being taken over by a new emotion. “These would all have to magically go away for us to be able to trust you to stay here.” Tony leaned against his glass desk top and crossed his arms, showing you two things. 1) that he put the ball in your court and 2) that he knew you were just as stuck as they were. You would’ve been happy still tied to that chair, but they had created this limbo when they set you free and gave you a chance. Their acceptance of your last name was blurring too many lines. You knew you needed to straighten it out, do something drastic to define the lines so you know which to cross and when. You needed to make a play…you need to stay on objective. You took a beat but didn’t respond verbally, instead you started walking towards Tony slowly. There was something predatory in the way you walked, your eyes locked in but deadened and cold. You stopped right in front of him and leaned forward reaching around him. Your chests were inches apart and Tony stiffened, giving Steve a side eye that screamed ‘THIS IS YOUR KID.’ It wasn’t that he was scared of you - he knew he could take you even if your name was Rogers- but this was all kinds of wrong. "What the hel-”
“AHHHH!” Tony screamed and jumped away as the stack of files behind him ignited into a ball of flames. Steve ran across the room to help Tony put out the growing fire. It spread across the glass igniting some memos and blueprints, oops. Finally they were able to put it out, smoke beginning to slowly curl off the ash and blackened pages. Both of the men, now covered in charcoal marks on their arms and faces, turned to you in disbelief. You had settled into a nearby chair, throwing you legs over the arm rest and letting them dangle. “You told me that if I was going to stay all of that would have to go away.” “I did NOT tell you to set it on fire!!” Tony shouted. “Sorry. I have a flair for the dramatics,” you punctuated your statement by tossing your hair over your shoulder. “How did you even-” Steve began to ask, but you cut him off tossing a small metal lighter into his hands. Steve turned it over seeing an engraved C.B. “Knicked it,” you said. “Rule #2: if you can’t find an escape, find a way to cause a distraction.” you quoted robotically. Tony and Steve looked at you, completely at a loss. What were they going to do with you? You were the pinnacle of a teenager- angsty, unreasonable, but (unlike your peers) dangerous. “Technically I did a good deed,” you offered, pulling out the knife you keep tucked in your boot and using it to clean under your nails. “I added 5 years and clean lungs to Barton’s life.” “Who are you?” Steve wondered out loud. He didn’t know whether he was concerned, afraid or disappointed and it showed in his deflated shoulders. “What’s rule #1?” Tony asked. It was irrelevant, but after the last few hours protocol seemed irrelevant. “Only trust one thing:” you responded automatically, “you are always on your own.”
Anonymous asked: Hi! Can I request a Clint Barton one-shot? Maybe she’s Steve’s friend and fights with him in Civil War. She and Clint get to know each other in prison and when they get out, they decide to get together? Either there is Laura or they are divories or something. Nothing against Clint’s wife, but I don’t see many Clint ones where the reader isn’t his kid.
Here you are! I do not own Clint. He belongs to Marvel.
Pairings: Clint Barton x fem!reader
Your muscles were screaming as the
guards lead you to your cell. You’d taken quite a beating, but you had known
the risks when Steve asked you for help. You knew the chances of being taken to
prison were high. You just didn’t expect it to be such a high security place.
The saving grace was the clear walls between you and your cellmates. At least
you could see them and talk to them.