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Your Husband is Superhero: Part 2

AN: I love this story. It is dedicated to every wonderful person who showed up to the chat that @cait-writes-stuff hosted 

Words: 959

Part 1

You’re reading a book when the red blur just appears in your room. You close your book, lean back, and grin. Barry pulls the hood down and smiles at you. The goofy grin makes you laugh, “So how’s it feel to be back in the leather?”

He laughs, “Sweaty.”

You wiggle your eyebrows, “Well, now I’m hot.”

He removes his gloves, “Yeah?”

You put your book down and crawl down the bed before launching yourself off it, and into his arms. He catches you with ease. You kiss him, and take comfort in the way his arms wrap around you. With a giggle, you fall back onto the bed with him.

Hours later, in the dark of your room, you’re snuggled against Barry’s chest, while his hand strokes lazily against your back. You’re more than a bit drowsy, but still curious, “So, did you see everyone?”

“Oh yeah, the whole team was there.”


Barry places a kiss on the top of your head, “Yeah. I couldn’t even look him in the eye, much less talk to him. In fact I made it a point to only talk to Oliver. I’m such a…”

“Scaredy Cat?”

He chuckles a bit, “That’s a nice way of putting it.”

You place a kiss on his chest, “Well lucky for you, I’m a cat person.”

“It was nice to get some closure.”


He nods, “Yeah, now that Wally has superspeed, Central City is safe, and I can give up the superhero thing for good.”

You don’t quite believe that, but as he pulls you a bit closer, the two of you drift off to sleep. You wake up to the sound of the doorbell being repeatedly rung. Without opening your eyes, your feel around for a pillow, and pull it over your head.

When the noise continues, you pull your head out from under the pillow and glance at Barry. Your husband is fast asleep. Rolling your eyes, you toss the covers to the side. You pull on your nightgown, and then a robe. You trudge to the door, but not before you catch sight of the clock. Your eye twitches when you see 5 am staring back at you.

You glance out the window to see a group of people waiting outside, and right as one of them reaches for the doorbell again, you unlock the door and yank it open. “Yes?”

A taller man in the back, that you recognize as Oliver Queen, smiles at you and says, “Mrs. Allen.” You watch the shock wash over several faces.

You wipe a hand over your face, “You couldn’t have waited a few more hours?”

Another man steps forward and offers his hand, “Sorry about the early hour, I’m Joe West, Barry’s… ”

“Dad,” You smile and take his hand, shaking it before stepping to the side, “I’m sorry, I’m not a morning person. Please come in, all of you. Barry’s still asleep. Make yourselves at home while I go wake him.”

You leave them, and go back to the bedroom. Crawling back onto the bed, you take the pillow and hit your husband. He startles awake and just stares at you. He cracks a smile at you a moment later, “What did I do now?”

“You have company.”

His brow furrows, “Company?” and leans over to glance at the clock, “It’s 5:15 in the morning, who would … Oh no.”

“Oh yes. They’re waiting for you in the den.”

“They’re in the den!?”

You blink a few times, “And that’s a problem, why?”

“Our wedding photos are out there.”

“I’m trying to be panicked for you hun, but you’re making it a bit hard.”

He takes a deep breath, “I didn’t tell them I was married. I didn’t want to get caught up in a conversation, and so …”

“You ran away.”

He sits up, “Pretty much.”

You snuggle in beside him, “Why do you always have to run Barry, why can’t you ever just walk?”

He smiles and kisses the top of your head, “The whole meta human thing makes it a bit difficult.”

You yawn, and then pat his chest, “Well time to run towards the problem now, Speedy.”

“That’s Thea, hun.”

“Whatever, just go.” With a sigh he leaves the bed. You’re almost back to sleep, when a weight lands on top of you, “Come with me?”

You turn to face your husband, “Seriously? It’s five thirty in the morning on a Saturday. I shouldn’t be aware of anything other than my pillow.”

He smiles at you, “For better or for worse.”

You scowl, “Fine.”

Five minutes later, you’re somewhat presentable, as you walk into the den with your husband. You pass by the crowd and head straight for the coffee maker.

You stare at the coffee maker and wait for it to brew. You listen to Barry talk to Joe, and the others. But you’re honestly not awake enough to really catch anything. When it’s done you pour yourself a cup, and walk back into the den. All eyes go to you.You give a small akward smile and say, “Coffee’s ready. Mugs are in the cabinet above the maker, help yourselves.”

There’s a bit of a migration to the kitchen, as you take a seat in the oversized arm chair. Barry shuffles nervously near you.  

You smile at him, “Things a bit awkward?”

He nods, “More than a bit. It’s just really weird.”

“Like you’re getting to know each other again?”

He runs a hand through his hair, “Yeah, They know nothing about the past several years. Or you for that matter.”

You take a sip of coffee, “Fill them in.”

“You think it’s that simple?”

You reach out and take his hand, “I think it can be.”

In fanfictions when the two guys are about to do the do and Person A is constantly asking if Person B is ok or if they should stop. On one hand I’m happy because Person A is caring for Person B. But on the other hand, I am getting aggravated because JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU JUST FUCK HIM ALREADY?!?!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:

Tonyrhodey/Iron Husbands is such an underrated ship

The long-term bond? The snarky jokes? The searching for three months after everyone said he was dead? The affection? The love? The college stories? The shared interests? The engineering dates? The stupid nerdy conversations? The fact that they’re both genius engineers with a silly love of blowing things up? The mythbusters reenactments? The working on the war machine suit together when their hands touch? The love and support they give each other? Tony learning to remind Rhodey how much he loves him? Rhodey coming home after a rough day in the Air Force and being able to just be himself with his husband? The superhero banter? The teasing? Oh god, the nicknames? The ridiculous, ridiculous nicknames? Their mutual overprotectiveness? Rhodey hugging Tony when it gets too much? Tony giving Rhodey literally everything in the world, including emotional support? Learning to be functional human beings together? Rhodey shaking his head and rolling his eyes at him? Angst while they’re working through their problems? Knowing each other so well that they can predict each other’s reactions? Tony wanting to just pamper Rhodey because he just loves him so much? Them taking days off together? Slow kisses because they know they have the rest of their lives together? Fast kisses because even so, they can’t get enough of each other? Quiet days, just being together? Tony waking up and looking over at Rhodey and smiling to himself because he looks so peaceful and happy and god, he loves him so much? Rhodey smiling while Tony has a grease mark on his cheek because god, he loves him so much?

This ship has everything, honestly. It’s so underrated.

Hooked on a feeling

Originally posted by supernovares

Peter Quill/Star Lord x Avenger!Reader

Words: 5605
Just an idea I’ve had rumbling around in my head.

Why you believed that Peter Quill might just be able to save you, you couldn’t say. Of course, it had been him to get you into danger in the first place but his steady hand over yours and his sincere gaze catching yours as you hurdled towards a battle against a Kree overlord, well it was suddenly easy to forgive the fact that he’d bargained your life away to the Ravagers.
It was hard to ignore Rocket’s mocking kissing noises and Drax’s booming laughter echoing through the ship behind you but you managed it – barely. Quill’s face flushed and he squeezed your hand with his before retracting it, trust those arseholes to ruin a perfectly good moment. Though you shouldn’t be having moments with a man that you barely knew, you could practically hear the words lectured at you in Clint’s voice.
God how you missed that arrow wielding idiot, he could make you feel save, even in the expanse of space. But Quill was turning out as a good second and you were so well on your way to being smitten that it was hard to imagine your life back on earth now.

Your life on earth was exciting enough – or it had been before your adventures in space.

As a Shield Agent you had seen some of the most beautiful and dangerous people and places in all over the world. You were a fighter and a damn good one at that, it didn’t run in your genes your mother had always been against violence but you’d grafted your whole life to work to the top of your field so you provide a good life for yourself and your mother. She’d fallen pregnant with you as a young teen and, having been ostracized by her whole family, she’d raised you singlehanded sometimes working two or three jobs.

But it didn’t matter, you had each other and when you introduced her to your close friend and mentor, you gained a stepfather. She became Laura Barton and Clint refused to stop lording his new positon over you on missions.
He even adopted a special ‘Dad voice’.

It was impossible to hold it against him, it was cheeky and adorable and was laced with the same mocking humour that your half siblings had inherited – thank god for Natasha and her unbelievable Russian vodka for drunken nights of debauchery to keep you sane.

That sanity came under threat, as it did for most people, the day that you met Tony Stark and the rest of The Avengers. It wasn’t the best circumstances for them to meet you, truth be told, Clint being abducted was at the very top of your worries. You didn’t give a shit about the Aliens, no matter how muscular and blonde the one who wished to call you friend was.

Life could never be the same after that.
For one, you now knew that aliens existed and they had Army’s. But mostly it was because you’d been drafted into the world’s ultimate boyband and you doubted if either Clint or Tony would ever recover from their individual traumas. You tried your best to support them and taught the other Avengers how to handle panic attacks. Clint was fortunate enough to have you at home as well to help him if he felt like he needed to get away from your mother and siblings, though he hardly ever showed when he was overwhelmed.

These small tokens helped both men greatly and eventually Tony felt strong enough to share with you the footage of space that his suit had recorded when he dis-guarded the bomb.

And it was beautiful.

Sans the awaiting Alien invasion, you enraptured by the galaxy stretched out in front of you, colours swirling and crashing – the stars dancing just for you.
The sight painted your mind; it was your happy place when Clint and Tony were attempting to make Bruce snap and the closing scene of your thoughts every evening as you settled to sleep.

You had to see it for yourself.

You could practically taste the despair of your family and friends when they learnt of your plans but they were powerless to stop you and they knew it.  
“Impossible to get logic through to her brain with a skull that thick.” Tony had mocked and Clint crossed his arms and agreed and fixed you with his best parental stare. Both he and Natasha had spent the last few days prying into your business to see if you were trying to escape something or someone and constantly asked if you were happy.

And you were, how could you not be happy when your family so big and loving?

But you craved adventure and had perfected the art of staying close to other Avengers when Clint was around, they knew that you were close but they had no clue about your real relationship or the rest of your little family and both of you wanted to keep it that way, by staying close to Tony or Steve then Clint couldn’t emotionally blackmail you with thoughts of your mother.

Which he barely had to try to do anyway, she’d cried uncontrollably when she realised that even her superhero husband couldn’t dissuade you of your plans. Her only consolation was that you wouldn’t be alone, you had your ‘Blonde Alien Bestie’ as Clint had once dubbed him. Your mother may not have ever met Thor but she trusted Clint’s judgement on him.

It turned out that getting a hold of the Asgardian prince was harder than you’d anticipated and in the end you got in touch with Jane, Thor had given you both each other’s details so that you could check on her for him and so that she could contact you if she found herself in any trouble because Thor rarely got back to earth these days.
‘Lots of work in space.’ He’d laugh every time you had seen him; he looked older since you’d had to defeat Loki, heavier with the weight of reality and the Realms.
When he arrived unannounced in your room at Stark Tower, he looked more a king than ever.

He was barely in doorway to your room before you were up and embracing him, he gave a hearty laugh and returned the gesture, he always seemed so happy of affection after your initial coldness to him.

He placed Mjolnir down gently on your bed next to your over spilling backpack. He studied the backpack for a moment before pointing at it and catching your eye, “Jane informs me that you need my help with something. Are you in some form of trouble?”

You rolled your eyes but it was hard to be mad at his loving nature, “Why does anyone assume that I’m a trouble causer –”
“-Because you are.” He interrupted with an enormous grin.
You barely resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at him before continuing, “I wanted to ask a favour,” his expression turned serious, “I want to go explore the galaxy. I want to see every creature, every star. I want to live it all.”

If he was angry at your request then he didn’t show it, instead he spoke like the calm ruler that he was becoming, “Do you think that wise?”
“Does it matter if its wise?” You asked, “I’ve seen the footage from Tony’s suit Thor, and its beautiful and I need to see it.”
His large grin split his face against, this time filled with pride and he shook his head lightly, “I should have expected no less passion from such a mighty warrior. I would be proud if you were to accompany me to Asguard as my guest. We would be honoured to host one of Midgar’s mightiest heroes.”

You didn’t suppress the small squeal as you dove at him giving him a tight and laughing embrace.

The day you left was full of tears, at you home you bid farewell to your mum, brother and sister promising to be back for their birthdays. Cooper and Lila where told that you were just going away for work like you usually did, you couldn’t tell them about space because they were only young and you didn’t want them fearing for you safety.
You were the oldest, worrying was your job not theirs.

Afterwards Clint drove you to Stark Tower where you said goodbye to him and Nat first before joining the others and, after nearly getting crushed in Steve’s bear hug, you finally finished your goodbyes. Thor waited patiently; assuring them all that you’d have every luxury during your stay in Asguard, which quietened Tony’s moaning about only taking one backpack.
But you had everything that you needed including clothes (Thor promised the finest robes as well), weapons of your own choosing and some sneaky extras that the others had snuck in. Tony had made you bracelet that when you flicked your wristed aggressively transformed out into an Iron Man gauntlet, it was the same colour as his suit but felt heavier.
He’d been experimenting with technology that could survive space after his experience with the fall and he was about 57% sure that the gauntlet should work as it would on Earth.

But the colours were just so that you wouldn’t miss him, the charmer that he was.

Having seen Thor leave Earth with a flourish on more than one occasion, you weren’t sure how smooth the journey would be and in the end when you arrived with a crash on the other side, you were glad that you’d clung to Thor so readily.
After a few moments of queasiness, and a long string of curse words, the world came into focus and you met Heimdall for the first time after hearing of him from Thor.
“Lady Y/L/N, I am Heimdall,” His voice was deep and his eyes hinted that he knew everything about you, he was unnerving but you found yourself trusting him almost instantly, “Welcome to Asguard.”

“Nice to meet you Heimdall,” You smiled and extended your hand to shake which he took but bent down and kissed the back of your hand.  When he pulled back you dropped your hand and offered him a cheeky grin, “I’ve heard all about you from Thor. Truly awful things really, you should ashamed of yourself. Oh, and please call me Y/N.”

Thor looked ready to dive into an explanation about Midgardian humour but Heimdall was already smirking at your joke.
Huh, maybe he did know everything about you.
“Have a well journey, Y/N.” He told you and returned his focus to the other realms as Thor led you away.
“Hey Thor, why didn’t you warn me that he was hot?” You asked your friend as you walked away and Thor rushed you along as though he was worried that Heimdall had heard you and when you glanced back at the smirk on his face you knew that he had.

Days in Asguard flew by and Thor was true to his word when he had promised that you’d be treated like royalty, everyone was astounded to meet the Midgardian who had helped defeat Loki and had not been put off the pursuit of adventure.

Odin seemed indifferent to you and you had a suspicion that he felt superior to humans and hated the idea of Thor loving Jane but that really had very little to do with you. A fast and hearty friendship had found you and Lady Sif and you were extremely grateful of her company when Thor had to go play at being royalty. On her part she admired your warrior nature and was fascinated by her sense of humour, her favourite thing being your skills when it came to practical jokes.

Together you found that your phone wouldn’t work properly in space – shocker­- but certain functions such as the camera and the calculator still worked even though were slow and laggy. The bracelet-come-gauntlet that Tony had given you certainly did work and had resulted in both you and Lady Sif fleeing the Armoury after blowing a hole through the wall and bending one of the swords round into a circle.

Fuck, Tony had come good on this gift.

Inevitably, you became bored.

Asgard was glorious but after a few weeks of exploring it, being held as a hero and having people dote treasures onto you (seriously you could probably retire when you went back home) it became boring and you itched for the adventure and wonder you had set out looking for.

After spending the day bothering Heimdall with silly questions like, ‘So you see everything, are you Santa?’, ‘Can you see through walls?’, ‘How many people do you see picking their nose a day?’, and ‘How cool did I look kicking Alien ass? My hair looked good right?’, Heimdall must have sensed that you were close to going out and potentially causing trouble and warned Thor.

So on the first opportunity to go on what Thor described as a small errand, you jumped at the chance. You were to go and check on a man known as The Collector with two of the royal family’s guards. Thor and Lady Sif both looked bemused at you as you ran towards them in your Earth Attire with your backpack slung over one shoulder, they had both expressed regret at being unable to attend but they had ‘an urgent matter to deal with’.

Secret Asgardian business you guessed.

“It is only a small errand, Lady Y/N.” Thor reiterated as he gestured to your fighting clothing.
You clicked your tongue at him, “For one Thor, I look great so shut it. And, you can’t be too prepared.”
Thor shook his head and smiled in resignation and Lady Sif laughed, “A good point well made. Do take care of our men.” She nodded her head back towards the guards that you accompanying and the pair of you shared a giggle before you left.


This was the type of adventure that you’d been craving, a seedy bar inside the decaying head of a massive celestial being?

Yes please!

It hadn’t been hard to ditch the guards, The Collector or whatever he called himself was freaky and after several comments about what a prize one of Earths Mightiest Heroes would be for his collection you had excused yourself and ran through some back alleys to the bar.
It was a novelty to soak up the atmosphere.

During your time with Thor you had learnt of a few species that looked especially Human, like Xandarians, and some that really didn’t but you couldn’t pronounce their names, it sounded a bit like blowing bubbles through custard.

Keeping up with what they called you was the hardest, on Asguard you were a Midgardian, everywhere else you seemed to be classed as a Terran. But everyone seemed to know that you were one of the few humans to have fought and defeated Loki who had been using Thanos’ army, it made you very famous and when you really thought about it, it wasn’t surprising.

It seemed that as big as man’s ideas were on themselves, no one in the galaxy cared about the little laughable planet that had barely managed to explore its own moon. The fact that it had taken only a few of its inhabitants to hold off and defeat and invasion of that magnitude and volume, well, it had sent out a message to the universe loud and clear.

The Earth was defended and it was ready.

Though most of the establishments focus was on the betting and music, you grew sick of the feeling of being watched and ventured out onto the balcony with your drink that looked like gravy but tasted like Sherbet Lemons.

Barely a moment of peace had passed before you sensed someone behind you on the balcony thanks to all the years of training with Nat and Clint, who coincidentally were the only people who could beat you at hide and seek because of it. You turned to face your follower in no mood to relive your fights on Earth for anyone tonight when you were confronted with a man; well he certainly looked like a man, with his hair swept to one side and tidy facial hair.

Where those headphones around his neck?

His hands where splayed slightly as though he was ready to calm you of any anger or fear from him suddenly appearing. You watched him lowly and sipped your drink.
“You’re Terran.” He said, his eyes disbelieving as he took in the sight of you.
You watched him steadily, “So they tell me. And you’re following me.”
He gave a charming smile, “I didn’t mean to scare you –”
“Good because you’d have to try harder.” You sipped your drink to hide your amusement at his eyebrow irking your interruption. This guy was a talker for sure, always trying to talk his way out of a tight spot but you could see in him that he wasn’t shy to throw his weight about if he needed too. He reminded you a bit of Steve that way.

“Sorry, I’ve just not seen another Terran in a long time.” He spoke still looking marvelled at your existence.
You nudged down the balcony, silently giving him permission to join you, which he did, before asking, “How long is long?”
He let out a low whistle and rocked his head slightly as he weighed up his answer; it seemed that he chose honesty, “Over twenty years.”
You irked your eyebrows in response but said nothing because it was none of your business and he seemed happy that you didn’t ask.

You spoke idly for some time, he explained the betting games they were playing inside and different breeds of Alien that you could see inside the bar. It was only when you spoke about the songs on his tape and complimented his song choice that he introduced himself.

“Star Lord?” You asked slowly, watching him for any hint that he might break into laughter. He didn’t, he looked incredibly proud and smug with himself like he expected that the mere mention of his name should be enough to get women to start stripping off their clothes.

You, however, were not impressed.

“Famous badass outlaw?” He added with a huff, seemingly defeated by the lack of recognition.
“What’s your real name, outlaw?” You asked with a grin.
He pouted and sighed but extended his hand and gave his name anyway, “Peter Quill.”
“Nice to meet you Quill.” You grinned at his awaiting expression for you to offer your name and usually you would have but it was just too funny watching him gesture for you to continue and watching how the tips of his ears turned red when he was annoyed.

In the end the decision was taken out of your hands.

“Y/N L/N.” A voice hissed and you turned back to the club doorway to face three Kree males, “You are to come with us.”
“Oh, they’re blue.” You spoke calmly which made Quill’s head snap in your direction, he studied your bored expression before stepping closer to you between you and the Kree.
“They’re Kree and not all of them are blue, most of them look Terran but the strongest, the ‘pure bloods’ are blue and they seem to know you, you owe these guys credits or something?” He asked you as though he was ready to talk you out of whatever situation you’d gotten yourself into.
You shook your head, you didn’t know them and as far as the credits things went, Thor had given you a communicator of sorts that held these credits and Lady Sif had been in the middle of explaining how it worked before you’d left.

He nodded to himself and turned to the Kree, specifically the smallest at the front who seemed in control of the bigger, uglier two. “Sorry guys, think you’ve got the wrong girl.”
The Smaller Kree ignored him and focused his attention on you, “Y/N L/N you are to come with us. And shut your pet up.”

Peter gave a shout of indignation at his new nickname but you caught his arm with one hand and urged him back towards you before asking your confronter, “How do you know me and what do you want? If you don’t answer my questions I will not be cooperative.”
He seemed to roll his options around in his head before answering, “Everyone knows of the Terran’s that defeated Loki. You would fetch a good price.”

You growled to yourself, that fucking collector, you knew he was a freak. Quill’s head snapped around to your again so fast that he nearly head-butted you, apparently this was new information to him.
You patted his arm that you were still holding onto, “Careful now Quill, you’ll give yourself whiplash.”

“Enough talking.” The smallest Kree demanded in a voice that he assumed was commanding but it didn’t bother you nor Quill and he inclined his head towards the both of you. The bigger of the two stormed towards you and Quill jumped inelegantly between you and him and punched the Kree straight in the nose.
He fell back instantly but his buddy shoved Quill to the floor with a crash.
“Y/N!” Quill hollered in warning as the other large Kree dove for you. Jumping back you threw your empty glass at his face which gave you enough time to snap your wrist letting your bracelet transform out into the gauntlet. Whipping your hand up, you flexed your palm and shot energy like Iron Man did at the larger Kree sending him back crashing through the wall.

Quill lay on the floor staring up at you and the smaller Kree stumbled over his words until you held the gauntlet up in his direction and he ran off terrified.
“Er what was that?” Quill asked you as you helped him up and he wiped the blood from his lip. You retracted the gauntlet and Quill stared at the innocent looking bracelet on your wrist.
“Just a leaving present from a good friend of mine.” You smiled and held your wrist out so that he could examine it, you could tell that he was eyeing it up, “Try to rob me and I’ll smash your tape player.” You warned.

He gulped and released your bracelet, “Noted.”

Crashing in the bar alerted you both and Quill groaned, “Ugh, those fucking idiots.”
He gestured for you to follow him and suddenly you were in the middle of a fight between a massive tree, a racoon and a diluted Hulk.

Well…you did want adventure.

Quill defused the situation, like you knew he would and after he introduced you to his associates he invited you along to their meeting with The Collector.
You huffed, “No thanks that guys a freak. I think those Kree men where sent by him.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Rocket snapped, “I don’t care if you want to get your pants in a twist about another Terran but I don’t care. She is not getting a cut.”
Groot and Gamora made noises of agreement.

“I don’t want a cut, but my ride back to my friends is at the collectors. I’ll hang around outside, I don’t care about seeing him again.” You defended yourself and they seemed to accept the answer.
You followed them to their meeting with you and Quill bringing up the rear and chatting idly.
“Soo,” He started after a moment, “A hero of Earth? How’d you get all the way out here?”
You shrugged, “I wanted adventure and a friend who didn’t mind me coming to stay with him.”

“So your friend let you come out here on your own?” He snarked and you couldn’t help the flutter of excitement when he accentuated the question as though he was testing the waters to see if you were single.
You smirked, “Yeah, Thor of Asguard. I keep an eye out for his girlfriend while he’s up here and he lets me take an extended vacation in space.”  You dropped the hint in, not as subtly as you would have liked but he caught your eye and gave you a cheeky little smile.

“Asguard, eh?” Rocket caught your attention, “Plenty of expensive treats out there.”
“I am Groot.” Groot agreed.
Laughing, you warned them, “I’d be careful, they get really whiny about people touching their stuff. I blew a hole in the Armoury and Odin will not let me hear the end of it.”
“You blew a hole in the Asguardian Armoury?” Rocket asked before nudging Groot, “We’ve been hanging out with the wrong Terran.”

“Hey!” Quill snapped as you said, “It was an accident!”


Waiting for people was one sure fire way to get you in the mood to cause trouble.
Outside of the entrance to The Collectors ‘den of creepy’ you were scouting the area when you found the guards.
They were both dead.
You stumbled away from them and whipped your knife from your back pocket and surveyed the area.
Whoever it was had long gone. The men’s necks were cut hastily and without skill, if you had to guess it was the Kree men that The Collector had hired to acquire you.
You kept your knife in one hand and extended your gauntlet as you headed back into the lion’s den. You weren’t sure where the fierce loyalty to the group had come from all of a sudden and you inwardly you blamed Nat and Clint’s years of influence.

Even though they hid it, they both had bleeding hearts.

The explosion came when you’d barely reached the doorway; it knocked you off of your feet and sent you rolling over. Groot and Rocket landed next to you and you rushed over to check that they were okay.
Quill and Gamora stumbled out of the doorway.
“What was that?” You hissed at Quill as he came to stand next to you, his hair was a mess and he looked freaked out.
“Something that can destroy a planet and I’ve been carrying it around in my bag!” He huffed and gestured wildly at the orb in Gamora’s hand before settling and looking you up and down, “Didn’t find your ride?”
Putting away your knife you slid your finger across your neck and his face paled but he didn’t get chance to ask you anything further as Rocket stormed up to you.
“Why do you still have that?” He pulled at his face.
“We have to give it to the Nova Core, maybe they can contain it.” Gamora told them and you vaguely remembered Thor having mentioned them before.
“We’re wanted by the Nova Core, just give it to Ronan!” Rocket argued, his voice getting higher.

“So he can destroy the Galaxy?!” Peter exacerbated.
“What are you, some saint all of a sudden?” Rocket snapped, “Just because you got a new Humie hanging around, stop trying to impress her!”
You raised your hand and ignored Quill’s slightly flushed face, “I may not fully understand what’s going on but I am in favour of the Galaxy not being destroyed.”

Rocket ignored you, “What’s the Galaxy ever done for you? Why do you want to save it?”
“Because I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!” Quill snapped.

Gamora pleaded with Quill to take it back to Nova but he suggested finding another seller. You quirked an eyebrow at him, you knew that he was implying that you take them to Asgard so that Thor could purchase it, Asgardian gold was highly valued – which was why you had a bundle at the bottom of the backpack.
Gamora snarled at him but as she turned to storm off the ships arrived and were greeted by a bellowing Drax.

“Isn’t he one of yours?” You asked Quill who groaned in response.

“Quill! Don’t you move boy!” A voice bellowed and your eyes found yet another blue man. Quill hissed a curse word and snatched your hand as you chased after Gamora.
You caught up to her as she bundled into a small pod and Quill stopped you, “I gotta get up there, you think you can stay out of trouble?”

You scoffed at him, “No, but I can be your cover on the ground.”  
He looked sceptical until you pulled him out of the way of enemy fire and stared at you wide eyed and accepting.


Hissing every Russian curse word that Nat have ever taught you, and let’s face it that’s all she ever taught you, you thrashed against your captors as they carried you through the ship.

Or at least you let them think that you were struggling.
That was another trick that Nat had taught you.

When Yondu was told that his men had caught one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, he thought of one thing: how much money the ransom would fetch.
What he hadn’t expected was for the hero to be so unassuming and nor was he expecting Quill and Gamora both to stiffen and panic as the hero was thrown to the floor in front of them.

But damn did it make things more interesting.

Hitting the floor dramatically was something that Clint had taught you, not through choice but it was easy to copy the expressions that he gave when Nat threw him around on the mat during training.
“Y/N you good?” Quill’s voice was steady but you could sense something lingering in his tone, he had done something stupid, you could tell.

“So this is Y/N.” Yondu clicked his tongue and smirked, “I wouldn’t have let you use her as bargaining tool if I’d have known she was would be so easy to catch.”
Quill practically flinched as Yondu threw the statement out into the open.

That fucking asshole.
Who did he think he was?!

Heat flushed to your cheeks and your heart quickened, Clint had done a lot of work with you to help you combat your anger but sometimes you just couldn’t help it and unfortunately it was a close Ravenger to suffer.

You swung around and whipped your hand out and up letting your bracelet slip into its gauntlet form and with the added strength it gave you seized the closest man around the throat and lifted him high.

“I am no one’s bargaining chip.” You spoke slowly.
His hands scratched at the gauntlet but it didn’t waver, he whimpered and you didn’t need to look around to sense the weapons trained on you. Your captive squeaked, “He d-didn’t mean to, he was trying to find out if you were injured down on Nowhere.”
You shot Quill a small smile over your shoulder before focusing your attention on Yondu, “You seem to be the man in charge. Tell your men to put their weapons down for I’ll rip this guy’s lungs out.”

You jerked the guy in your hand for added effect and he squeaked. Yondu stared you down and you hoped that he’d make his decision soon, because this was heavy even with your gauntlet and you could feel the strain in your arm.
“Do these guys even have lungs?” You asked Quill.
You could picture his shrug without turning to face him, “They do, but not how you’d think. Yondu we need her for our plan.”

After another moment of deliberation Yondu nodded his head and when the men had lowered their weapons you dropped the man to the floor.


As you moved back to Quill’s ship, Gamora caught your attention, “The Army that Loki used to attack Terra belonged to my father and what you did back there, I’m impressed.”
Unsure of the sincerity of her statement you raised a brow, “Should I be happy about that?”
Quill pouted, “Well I’ve never got it out of her.”

You gave him a cheeky grin, “That’s because you’re not impressive.”
Quill scowled at you and Gamora chuckled softly as she stalked further into the ship towards where Drax and the others waited for you.
When Quill slowed to a stop you joined him and for a moment you stood awkwardly in the hallway before eventually you decided to save him from wrestling with the words trapped on his tongue, “I forgive you for accidently bargaining me away to space pirates.”

He gave a low breathy laugh and looked up at you through his dishevelled hair, “Yeah I guess I did kind of do that didn’t I? I’m sorry.”
“It happens.” You shrugged because it did; Tony Stark had managed to accidently do it twice. For a genius he was an idiot.

His hand caught yours and squeezed it reassuringly, “I mean it, I’ll get you out of this. If we survive this and the Galaxy is still in one piece then I’ll drop you straight off at Asgard, I’ll even take you right up to Thor’s front door.”

You smiled and, you still never knew what possessed you to be so bold, you reached up to push his hair back, “I know you will, not even Ronan would be brave enough to fight the famed Star Lord.”
He grinned at your comment and brought his hand up to cover yours and guide it down to his cheek so that he could kiss your palm gently.

An oddly soft gesture from an outlaw badass that made you swoon.

Hope you guys liked this, just had the idea knocking around for a while.

Keep Away Part 4?

Here’s Part1/2 and Part3

Once they arrived back at the Tower Friday released him on the Iron Man disassembly platform. “Thanks Fri.”

“Anything thing for you boss.” Tony grinned at his baby girl’s success. Fury was going to be pissed but honestly the genius couldn’t give two shits.

5 minutes later he was in the kitchen attempting to put something together to eat when a strong smell of Chinese food came from his far right. Turning around he saw Bruce standing in his lab coat with a brown paper bag clutched in his arms. “Come willingly and I’ll feed you.”

“Oh Brucie I’d do anything for you…” Bruce just grinned at him and gestured him closer. “By any chance did you happen to order me some lo mien?”
“Of course.”
“I always knew you were my favorite.”

So for the next two hours Bruce was able to get Tony’s help on an experiment before he was stolen right from under his nose.

He wanted to blame Rhodes for being a sneaky fucker but he always did get a little tunnel vision when it came to his experiments.

It went a little like this….
Bruce was looking over some data points while Tony jotted down a few equations on a board across the room.
The billionaires phone buzzed, “Rhodey said he’s got a surprise for me but I only get it if I come now. You good if I leave?”
Bruce grunts, Tony leaves.

With Rhodey, “Damn Tones, what did you get yourself into this time?”
“I have no idea and it wasn’t even my fault!”
Tony was currently checking himself out in his bedroom mirror. Rhodey found him a cool new Iron Man t-shirt that he knew Tony would love. Which the genius did.
“Poor baby, should I take you to get coffee?”
“Um hell yes. What kind of question is that? Let’s go.”

They were walking down the street when the crowd around them started getting a little more rowdier than they already were.

“Man of Iron! I have come to claim you as my prize!” Swooping down Thor looped an arm around Tony before taking off.

“DAMNIT THOR!” Tony and Rhodey shouted at once.

It took Tony a few seconds of clinging to the ridiculous Demi-god before he had a realization. “I didn’t get my coffee!!”

Tony had crises and he try to kill himself.
“I love you Steve.” he said and take a gun.
Steve sudenly wake up and saw Tony.
“No, Tony don’t.” he took gun from Tony and hug him. He hug him so tight he barely could breath.
“You are not alone. I love you.” Steve kissed him.
“I need you Steve more then you could think.” Tony hug him again.
“I’m here, honey.” Steve whispered, “I’m here.” he repeated, “It will be okay.”

Btw: stony fic on wattpad: @klaine_merthur

Okay but if Marvel has to put us through “The Multiverse was destroyed! And now everyone is in Battleword but each former universe is still it’s own domain” bullshit, you know what I want? 

I want a goddamn 3490 comic.