Title: The Miskatonic Project Rating: PG-13 for horror themes, death Summary: Abraham Erskine may have invented something new with the Serum – or maybe he re-created something very old. Something…Elder. Notes: I should be working on like three other fanfics but I had a TERRIBLE DREAM this afternoon and anyway this only took about half an hour to write.
Steve came out of the Vita-Ray machine…different.
Of course he looked different – taller, thickly muscled, skin gleaming. But it wasn’t the change in his appearance so much as the…sensation people felt around him. Howard claimed not to feel it, and Erskine died before he could weigh in. Peggy felt it, but not in the way others did. To her, he seemed otherworldly, but like an angel or a religious vision – comforting under a layer of unreality. She even liked the strange black pupils he’d developed, so big and dark you could hardly see the whites of his eyes at all.
She didn’t see him pull the Hydra agent out of the submarine after Erskine’s assassination. Only three people did – a cab driver, a little boy, and the boy’s mother. The cab driver wouldn’t say a word, and the boy’s mother stuttered and stammered so badly they finally gave up. The little boy just said, “Well, he got him,” and looked admiringly at Steve.
Steve wasn’t wet, but the submarine lay on the deck of the pier, and the man next to it was dead, a rictus of horror on his face.
so many people liked the first part and some even reblogged it and all of you wonderful precious pandas want to be tagged - my heart will explode!!
thank you all so much! I bring you chapter 2, with even more jerkiness and general confusion :) Please let me know what you think!
Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky is being a dick to you, and you can’t understand why is he the only one from Avengers who doesn’t like you.
Chapter summary and warnings: A bit more of Bycku being a dick. nothing to warm about yet :)
Nat and Wanda wouldn’t leave your side all day long, with Sam occasionally appearing out of nowhere to pull a face at you. You felt a little bit better, almost altogether forgetting about the idiot who made your life at the Tower hell.
You often tried to piece together everything that happened between you and Barnes - every jab, every insult, every condescending smirk. But you couldn’t understand why in the world he’d act like that. Everyone else accepted you right away. He was there with Steve, Tony, and Wanda when they took you out of the Asylum.
“You don’t think I’m nuts?” you asked Wanda meekly. She was holding you up with Steve or Barnes constantly hovering around, ready to catch your weak, tortured body. “I know you’re not, sweetheart. Thank fuck for Tony finding out about this… We’re gonna take care of you, I promise.”
Those memories of early days often flooded your mind. Your strange powers weren’t exactly useful to the team, as it seemed at first, but then you proved yourself on quite a few occasions and became an irreplaceable asset to them.
Everyone seemed to like you, take care of you while you were still weak, help you adjust. Everyone except him - fucking Barnes.
At first, you thought he was kinda cute, and his demeanor was just a sulk, which Steve confirmed. But then everyone else started noticing it too - he would barely talk to you, and if he did - it was always something rude. He always made fun of the things you wore, teased you relentlessly about everything. Books you read, how much you slept, your beautiful colourful teacups, one of which he made you break. The other members tried to protect you, appalled at his sudden cruelty - but he dismissed it all as “harmless fun”. You got on really well with Nat and Wanda, and sometimes Sam and Steve would also join you three to hang out. They all said he never acted like this with anyone. Sulk - sure, his past was enough for him to want to be alone a lot and to have a less than sunny disposition. But him picking you out to make fun was just strange.
It went on like that for a couple of months - him being a dick, the team being a bridge between you two, or at least trying. But then, two closest people to you - Wanda and Natasha - suddenly stopped trying to protect you and let him poke his fun at you. You were sad and angry and couldn’t open your mouth to ask them why, but then, in a huff of defiance, decided it would build your character - and started answering him with equally nasty remarks.
But sometimes, like today, he still got to you no matter the tough exterior you build especially for his shitty behavior. He didn’t even say anything that nasty - but he made you break your favourite cup and didn’t apologise, which sounded ridiculous when you thought about it. But there was something so intimate in that moment, you on the counter, sunrise, tea… And then he came in and ruined it. And your cup too!
In the early afternoon you, Wanda and Nat still sat in the common area, when Steve with a towel on his shoulder passed by.
“Hey Steve, are you going to the gym?” Nat called after him.
“Yeah,” he smiled, “Gotta keep in shape.”
You all rolled your eyes at that - yes, that’s exactly what a genetically enhanced super-soldier needs - a workout to keep in shape.
“Mind if we join you?” Natasha asked, standing up.
Your eyes went wide.
“Uuh, sure. We can all spar, it’ll be fun.”
“Come on, Y/N, you said you wanted to get stronger. Why not start now?”
“But… now is so soon.”
You tried to crawl away, but Natasha and Wanda got you up and made you go to your room and change. They made sure to change themselves with the speed of light, so they could wait for you at your door and make sure you don’t run off.
“What’s this?” Natasha gestured to your clothes when you came out.
“Why, what’s wrong?” You examined yourself.
“Ok, Y/N, I have a question - are you, quite possibly, a nun?”
“No.” You furrowed your brow.
“Then I repeat - what. the hell. is this?” She waved her arms around, indicating what a disaster your workout outfit was.
“Come on Nat, it’s not like it’s very different from her usual clothes.” Wanda tried to defend you.
“Yeah, exactly!” Natasha half-yelled, “Why is it all so baggy and five sizes too big? Do we need to take you shopping?”
“Oh god, please don’t,” You shriveled up internally. Anything but shopping.
“Just… why is it so baggy?” She picked at your large flannel shirt, that covered you almost to the knees.
“It’s comfy! Doesn’t obstruct any movements. What, is there some other hidden functionality gym clothes need to have that I am not aware of?”
“Did you pick up that sarcasm from Bucky?”
You only scoffed and followed them to the gym.
Steve was already running on the treadmill, and he had music playing all through the room.
Wanda and Natasha got you stretching, explaining carefully what you needed to do. Nat was supervising, making sure you wouldn’t pull anything.
After a few sets of stretches, pull-ups and other horrible things you never in a million years wished to do, Steve joined you.
He didn’t say anything about your long, oversized shirt, and you were incredibly grateful.
“You’re doing great, Y/N.”
“Thank you, Steve. You’re always so kind.”
He smiled his perfect genuine smile - and made you believe in humanity once again. You were in a pretty good mood, endorphins from the exercise filling your body, surrounded by caring friends - when the gym door banged open and shut, and you felt your heart sink. No, no, it could be anyone, right?
But of course, of fucking course! It had to by Bucky fucking Barnes.
He passed you, nodding to Steve, and hopped on a treadmill. He wore black sweatpants and a matching black tank top, and you thought very quietly to yourself, that if he weren’t such a tremendous dickwad he would be quite delicious.
“Shall we spar?” You turned to Steve, suddenly feeling that fury again.
Natasha raised an eyebrow.
“Uuhhh, you sure?” Wanda asked. She was sitting on a mat near you.
“Yeah, I mean, Steve said we could, right?” You motioned to him and he nodded enthusiastically, “I know I’m shit, I’m not strong and I don’t have any combat training, but you know - don’t smash me into a wall and maybe I’ll learn something.”
Steve chuckled and got into a stance, starting to explain to you what to do.
As you two moved together, Steve grasping you by the waist or shoulders, shifting you around and correcting your stances, you heard the treadmill speed up and up.
Pay him no mind. You thought. You heard Barnes’ metal arm whirring violently, as he ran and ran.
You concentrated on Steve’s movements and Natasha’s explanations and found that you quite liked it. Even if it wasn’t exactly exercise, it was still going to make you stronger and not completely helpless in the field, if you had to fight hand-to-hand. Just as Steve picked you up over his head to show you some complicated movement, Barnes walked towards the exit. He was breathing hard, sweat running down his face and right arm, his left metal one glistening at the shoulder.
PAY HIM NO MIND.
You concentrated once again on Steve’s hands and Nat’s voice and felt Steve’s fingers graze your tender ribs.You erupted in a fit of giggles, ticklish to no end. Just as you wriggled your feet and laughed, Steve, trying not to laugh himself, Barnes walked past you and sneered at the scene.
“Yeah, Y/N, laugh in the face of an attacker - that’ll get you to safety!”
You felt your heart explode with rage.
Steve carefully put you down, for you were writhing and kicking, and you ran full speed at Barnes.
“What in the hell is your fucking problem, Barnes?!”
He looked at you with an astonished smile, and then looked to your friends as if saying “Is she serious?”. At least that’s what your clouded mind read in his expression.
“It’s every day, every time you see me, almost since the day I came here - jab after jab! What is it so wrong with me that you can’t stand to walk past and be silent, or, god forbid,” you dramatically put your hands up, “be civil to me?”
His expression got stern.
“Not from the first day.”
“What?” You were breathing hard, chest rising and falling, from yelling at him and getting so worked up. Oh, he could push your buttons like nobody else.
“I said,” he seethed, “Not. From the first. Day.”
“Fine.” You finally caught your breath, “If you remember the precise day and time of your first insulting comment - let me know, I’ll send you a postcard.”
You heard Natasha giggle and wondered half-heartedly, why they didn’t interject yet.
You suddenly felt really tired.
“I just… Really wanted to get along with you.”
His expression changed from what you thought was contempt to what you thought was bafflement - the man was impossible to read.
“Hard to, though, with you being such a tremendous dick.”
A/N: Loki finds out the Reader has been kidnapped and he’s sickened with rage. Enjoy.
“Who was that?” Wanda asked, exhaling deeply as she found the car keys wedge between a rock and a broken bottle.
“I don’t know, but they were professionals, they were in and out like a flash.” Natasha answered as she pulled her cell phone from her pocket.
“Who are you calling?”
“The guys, they will know what to do.”
Natasha hung up the phone a few minutes later and began pacing as her mind replayed the entire night in slow motion, was there something she overlooked, did she let her guard down, how did this happen with her present, is she losing her touch.
The headlights of the approaching car pulled Natasha from her thoughts and her heart leapt when she Hawkeye circling overhead doing recon.
“Nat what happened?” Steve asked as he hopped out of the car.
“We were ambushed. It all happened so fast. This was a professional hit.”
“Where’s Tony?” Wanda asked.
“He’s at a conference with Bruce, they will meet us back at the house.”
“I think she was the target.” Nat says shaking her head. “It feels too…” she trailed off.
“What do you think she know? Did she say anything?” Clint asked as he stepped out of the driver’s seat.
“No. She never mentioned anything that would raise an eyebrow. Nothing felt out of the ordinary.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Nat says clearly annoyed. “We were not followed, I didn’t see anyone in the club paying her or us any attention.” Natasha answered as she watched Clint who was walking slowly, gazing at the ground, his eyes darting to and fro as he recon the surrounding area.
“Do you think he’s the intended target.” Clint states.
“What else could it be?” Steve asked. “He has enemies and power.”
Natasha shrugged. “What if it has nothing to do with him, but everything to do with us.”
“What are you saying?”
“That we can’t rule anything out just yet.”
The dimensional rift opens in Asgard and Loki felt its presence.
“Darling, back already. I thought you were spending the night with the red witch and the assassin.”
The unsettling silence caused Loki to rise from his chair in his library and across the hall into her dressing room where he saw the rift closing.
“Love?” He says as he gazed around the room not feeling her presence.
A chill ensnared the air as he approached the golden and fading pattern on the floor. He picked up her shoe and the amulet as the reality of the situation was beginning to sink in.
Something terrible has happened.
“So who’s going to reach out to Loki and let him know his woman was taken?” Tony asked pouring himself a drink and loosening his tie.
The deafening silence filled the room as darted from one to the other.
“Who does he hate less?” Bucky speaks first.
“Definitely not me,” Bruce scoffs. “The other guy hates his guts.”
“I will kill him the first chance I get.” Clint says. “I have an arrow with his name etched on it.”
“Well, ask and you shall receive buddy.” Sam states. “Because the sky is doing that weird thing again.”
All eyes turned upwards to the sky to see the greenish northern light grumble before it imploded.
Green and gold dust began falling from the sky.
“This isn’t good.” Wanda says.
“How did he find out?” Steve asked. “I thought we would have more time.”
“He is a God.” Tony says sarcastically, “he probably has a radar for things like this.”
“The rift did open on the other side.” Natasha informed them.
“What do we tell him?”
“The truth.” Loki answers as he appeared in front of Natasha, his eyes narrowed into blackened slits. “Where is she?”
Natasha didn’t break the eye contact. “I don’t know.”
Loki balled his hands into fist letting his emotions fill him, he opens them and the burst of energy he released, shattered all the glass within the room. “Do not game with me!”
“She was taken.” Wanda says.
“By whom?” He asked gritting his jaw, not taking his eyes from Natasha.
“We don’t know.”
“She was the target.” Natasha says.
“What? That is ridiculous.”
“Not if they know who she was attached to.” Tony spoke as Loki shifted his gaze.
Loki stands a breath from Tony’s face, “what are you insinuating?”
“Someone knows her connection to you and they took her because of you.”
Loki laughs. “That is not possible.”
“Oh, it’s not? My mistake because I thought you were the God who tried to destroy the human race and in doing so found himself with enemies. Probably more enemies than all of us combined.”
“Think about it, Loki. Who would gain the most by taking her?”
“They could have grabbed her because of one of your enemies.” He countered, but he knew within himself that it wasn’t true.
“Highly unlikely, like I said Loki, she was the target. They grabbed her because they think she knows or has something.”
Loki pulls the amulet out of his pocket and gazes at it. “This was suppose to keep her protected, I told her to never take this off, I warded it with magic that would allow me to find her wherever in this world she maybe and when her life was in danger she did the opposite of what I told her.”
“Why?” Nat asked.
“Why what?” Loki countered.
“She knows how important it was to keep this on her person, but she didn’t, why?”
Loki was becoming exasperated. “If I knew why….” He trailed off as a thought came to him. “The rift in Asgard is linked to this amulet.”
“She knows that. Maybe she took it off and threw it through the rift knowing that if anyone were to get a hold of it they could get to Asgard and then to you.”
“You think she did this to protect me?”
Nat shrugged her shoulders. “Could be a possibility.”
“But to protect me from what?”
“Or whom.” Tony answers.
“Walk me through what happened.” Loki commanded as they returned to the incident area.
Natasha relayed every detail, stopping each time Loki asked a question. He walked to where the rift opened a few hours earlier and gazed at the space.
“Love, where are you.” He says silently.
He turned when he heard the chatter on the headset.
They found the truck.
“We found the truck.” Clint calls out to Loki who was across the street staring at the empty lot.
The license plates were stripped from the dark sedan Clint observed as he slowly circled the truck.
Natasha spoke. “They could’ve either switched cars or gotten on a boat.”
Loki opened the door and peered into the backseat. The air left his lungs as he pulled her dress from the floor of truck as he imagined the worse possible scenario.
Clint walked counter-clockwise and picked up a cloth that seemed out of place and sniffed it, it’s stench heavy with chemicals.
“Shit.” He says when he saw Loki with her dress in hand.
Nat confirmed it was her dress, but Loki didn’t need the confirmation, he saw her in it a few hours earlier laughing as he held her and they both gazed in the mirror. How differently the night would have been if she would have stayed with him. He knows he shouldn’t go down this road and blame himself, but he couldn’t help but think that if he would have disguised himself in another’s form this would not have happened.
“From what I’ve gathered they incapacitated her with this.” Clint says, holding up a damp cloth that emitted a strong odor, “and I found the prongs of a taser.”
“So they used a taser to immobilize her, then the cloth to…” Loki became silent as he thought the rest of his words.
The same chill that filled the air in Asgard, swallowed Loki as an ominous feeling clung to his bones.
“These are all torture techniques.” Clint says.
“We just have to find out who uses these techniques and we find her.”
“Easier said than done.” Clint states. “Almost every extremist group uses these techniques.”
“There must be something here that can help us narrow down the groups.”
“Do you hear that?” Loki interrupted as everyone become silent. “Something is ticking.”
As Loki said the words, Clint screamed out. “BOMB!”
The explosion lit up the secluded pier like fireworks.
Loki gazed at the fire, his eyes blazing as he thought of the torture and pain he was going to inflict on everyone who had a hand in this.
He wouldn’t allow his mind to think about her being tortured, instead he chose to be fueled by his revenge.
Post Note: Chapter 3 will be posted on Sunday at 10p. It won’t be as long as this chapter.
You nervously tugged the hem of your dress down as you stepped into the front doors of the Avengers Tower. Today was your first day of assisting the team of superheroes better known as the Avengers, and you wanted to make a good first impression.
“Hello! How may I help you this morning?” The brunette receptionist chirped, her bright smile nearly blinding you. It was far too early for anyone to be so perky, but you tried to return her grin.
“I’m Tony Stark’s new assistant. He said I’m supposed to be working on the Avengers’ floor. I think he moved my stuff in yesterday.” You replied, clasping your hands together to stop their fidgeting.
“Oh, alright! Go on up, I’m sure he’s expecting you. And might I say that I love your dress? It’s stunning.”
“Thank you so much! This might be the only time you ever see me wear one; I’m more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl.” You blushed, looking down at the dress you were wearing. Even the generous swell of your belly seemed placated by the flowing skirt, which ended at your knees.
“If only.” She sighed dramatically, placing her hand over her heart and staring off wistfully into the distance before breaking into a giggling fit. “Have a great day!”
“You too.” You called the elevator, then tapped the topmost button on the panel inside, which was helpfully marked with an A. Once you arrived at your destination, you took in a deep breath, in an attempt to steady your wobbly knees. Then, you exited the elevator and surveyed the room you were in.
Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Series, based off of ‘Mamma Mia!’)
Author’s Note: I’m sad to say that this is the last part to WATO. I’ve had a lot of fun writing this series. Looking back at the past parts, I realized that I could’ve done a lot better. But you guys still enjoyed it. Still, I hope to do better with ‘Hot Guy’. Thanks for sticking by me the entire way!
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader
A/N: I saw a post a while ago with this prompt idea so if it’s yours feel free to tell me and I’ll give you credit!!
Warnings: cussing, a little bit of smut, mostly fluff
You smiled at your reflection in the mirror, readjusting your bikini and feeling confidence radiate through your body.
A pool party.
Not that you hadn’t had the idea before, but now that your birthday had rolled around, you decided to give in to the requests that your friends had made many times before.
“You look hot.” Natasha said in the doorway, grinning as you immediately covered your stomach.
“Shut up, I’m going to be underwater most of the time anyway.” With one last glance at your reflection, you grabbed the silky over-shirt and slipped it onto your body, hooking arms with Natasha and walking out of your room.
With your eyes glued to the fresh marks on the hand that was just clasped with Steve’s, you shook your head in confusion. Why was Bucky suddenly so happy and okay with everything? Things weren’t adding up. Not too long ago, he was yours and he was in love but now he was fine with you being with his oldest friend.
“I don’t understand,” You mumbled, verbalizing your thoughts. “What changed your mind?”