thruster suit

NOT WATERPROOF | peter parker

in which the reader is tony stark’s daughter and she has a suit just like his that she built and installed her personal AI (that is also named karen fyi) and one day she’s fighting with the avengers alongside her boyfriend, peter, and they’re close to the ocean and she is accidentally knocked back into the ocean, along with some building debris falling on her suit and her body (and its like that one scene from iron man 3) and peter is hyperventilating and karen is trying to calm him down and he’s wearing a new suit that the reader made (that is like the iron man suit) and he dives in for the reader and tries rescuing her and thor also dives with him to try and help.

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Y/n Stark was a big public figure. She had graduated with Peter from Midtown a couple months ago, and much to her father’s protest, she fights alongside the Avengers.

The shrapnel that her dad had in his chest, had managed to pass on to her, as one day, she had been minding her own business when a building full of expensive technology had fallen close to her and had thrown a piece of metal into her chest, just like her father.

She had the same electro-magnetic energy in her chest, helping her keep the shrapnel from knocking into her heart, and from that, she had built her own suit.

Just like her father’s Iron Man suit.

Her’s had a personal AI system, that was also named Karen, just like her boyfriend Peter’s AI suit. It took her many months to get the systems right, changing the dimensions and the different thrusters for her suit, and after some help from her father, she was able to perfect her suit.

Most people called it Iron Woman. She didn’t really like the name, and chose to just be called either Y/n Stark or her father’s suit name.

5 months ago, her father had let her join the Avengers, Peter joining her and going on missions with them. She got to know each and every one of them, even being there and fighting alongside her dad when Steve and Tony disagreed over the United Nations contract. She was there when Peter was offered a new suit and he turned it down, which had made her happy. She was there when Tony fake proposed to Pepper and when they got “married.” She was there when Steve broke the rest of his team out of the water prison.

Even though she had trained with the best, and had been watched and studied by her father, nothing could prepare her for the biggest fight of her life.

The fight against their own Hulk.

He had been controlled by Thanos, taking the form of the most angriest Bruce had ever been and had been going around, attacking New York and putting everyone in danger.

She was fighting, Captain America on her right, Black Widow on her left. Her thrusters were working, as Cap threw a piece of metal in the air and she shot a ray of light, towards it, throwing it directly at Bruce, who ducked and screamed with anger.

“We need to get him away from the city.”

“Let’s lead him to the bridge. Underoos cleared it.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, at her father’s nickname for her boyfriend. She turned, quickly looking around at the other Avengers trying to control Bruce and saw her boyfriend, swinging from building to building, nearing an angry Bruce as he activated his taser webs, linking them to Bruce and unleashing the electric shock. Bruce screamed out, feeling it through his veins, now getting more angrier and knocking Peter from the web, throwing him through a glass window.

“Karen, check for Peter.”

“He’s alive.”

“Oh, thank god.”

Y/n immediately had a plan, as she communicated with the rest of the Avengers, and getting the closest to Bruce.

“Hey, Banner, you want to play?”

Bruce screamed out, getting more angry by the second as he started chasing the young woman in her suit, who just propelled herself into the air using her thrusters, Bruce close behind. The rest of the Avengers were already at the bridge, watching the girl and a Hulk chase behind her, nearing closer and closer to the bridge.

“Kid, be careful. He’s coming to your left.”

She swerved, her body immediately moving to the right, as she avoided Bruce’s hand, almost grabbing her leg. Her flight power propelled her forward, as she stopped right in front of the bridge, a building to her right and another one to her left.

Bruce, instead of heading straight for her, he headed to the building right next to her, throwing the building off to it’s side, straight at Y/n.

She managed to duck the first few pieces of the debris, but then a bigger piece came at her, unexpectedly, and she was throwing right into the ocean.

“Y/n!”

The water came rushing out of nowhere, as she moved her body, the suit starting to push away nearby debris, as she was pushed deeper and deeper into the water.

She could still hear the Avengers fighting Bruce, her earpiece connected to theirs as she heard her father’s voice and then Peter hyperventilating.

“Oh my god, I was right there, I could’ve helped her. Karen, scan the ocean for a heartbeat. Please, please, please, let there be a heartbeat.”

She was gasping now, water entering her suit, as a large wire from the building was suddenly dropped onto her neck, pushing down from both sides and limiting her movement. She was stuck. Her arms were moving towards her neck, as she struggled to keep the water out of her mouth. Her arms, now wrapped around both sides of the wire, started pushing it up, away from her neck.

She was free. She could propel herself forward and out of the water.

Then, came the biggest piece of debris of all.

It crushed her, completely limiting her movement as more water poured into her suit, choking her and limiting her breathing.

“Peter!”

“Y/n! I’m coming down to get you, I promise!”

She couldn’t say anything else, as water kept pouring into her mouth. She was no longer calm, but gasping for air every second. Her suit’s AI noticed her change in heartbeat, as she alerted Peter and his own AI.

Peter, as soon as he got the message, he made a full scan of his suit, Karen adjusting it so it could withstand 5 minutes underwater until water would start pouring in. Thor, immediately looking at the distraught kid, nodded, telling him he would go with him.

Without another thought, Peter dived into the water, using Thor as a help as they were both swimming down towards the debris. Karen, his AI was guiding him, until they were on top of a big mountain of rubble.

“Karen?”

“She’s underneath. Her heartbeat is beating increasingly fast.”

“Thor, we have to hurry.”

The god nodded, as he started lifting rubble and helped Peter lifting the debir from her body until her suit was visible. With the help of Thor, they grabbed her suit, pulling her up and out of the water, Thor flying them away from the battle.

Their feet on the ground, Peter removed his mask, kneeling down and pulling off her mask, her eyes closed and completely passed out. She wasn’t breathing.

“Karen!”

“She’s not breathing, Peter.”

“I need to do CPR.”

“It’s too late, Peter.”

“No! It’s not too late! Karen, override her suit and open it. Now!”

Immediately, Y/n’s suit opened, revealing her soaked clothes sticking to her figure, chest staying still as Peter opened his own suit and placed his hands on her chest, trying to revive her. Quickly trying to do CPR, he stopped, remembering something Y/n had told him when she was testing out her final update for her suit.

“Peter, do you want to see the new features I added to the suit?”

“Yeah!”

“If you were to, for example, be dead or something or your heart would stop, there’s an override chip that your suit can hack into mine and when you activate it, it immediately sends a jolt through my body and restarts my heart.”

“Does it work?”

“Uh, 99.99% of the time.”

“Let’s just hope it works when we need it to.”

Peter put on y/n’s suit again, and immediately overrides her commands, activating the chip.

Her body jolts forward, mask still off as she starts coughing up water, her chest contracting and expanding with every breath she took.

By now, he was alone with her, helping her get her breathing back and reassuring himself that she was okay.

Once she had stopped coughing up water, she looked up at Peter, eyes filled with tears as she took off the suit, before sitting up and wrapping her arms around Peter.

“Thank you.”

“I wasn’t just going to let you die when I knew I could save you.”

“Did you override my suit?”

He nodded, face pressed into her neck as he started crying. Not from sadness or pain, but because she was alive. And he had managed to save her.

“Thank you, Peter.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

Her suit had reassured her that she was okay and her breathing was back to normal, but the only thing that let her know she was truly alive, was feeling Peter’s body pressed up against hers, as their lips met for a passionate kiss.

He had saved her.


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Another story for my “Breeding the Paladins” series! Now including tentacles and oviposition. Yay? Hope you enjoy!

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Irritated. No matter the situation, whether it be serious or lighthearted, Lance always managed to get Keith irritated. Their current mission was no exception as Keith heard Lance’s voice babbling nonstop through the comms, the red and blue lions flying side by side through space.

“I bet their civilization is a matriarchy, don’t you? You know, girls everywhere, that type of thing?” Keith grunted.

“Lance, a matriarchy is a social system with women in charge; it doesn’t make any difference in whether the majority of the population is female or male.”

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This is another Mercy76 though it’s a bit mild as compared to the rest. You can almost see some Mercy/McCree in it too as well as DVa/Junkrat and Ana/Reinhardt. 

Anyway, it’s complete trash. 

And, with any luck, I’ll get you. Get you all soooooo good. Please let me know if you didn’t see it coming. I have to know. xP


And sorry about not posting in Secrets. I had every intention to but… well, something happened this weekend. I had an allergic reaction and stopped breathing. Spend a good chunk of time in a hospital. I’m okay now. Waiting to get food/drug tested for allergies to make sure I never need another epipen to bring me back. It was a scary experience. And, funny story, I wrote this BEFORE the whole thing (wrote this on Friday). Didn’t post it Friday. Wanted to reread before it and… well, yeah. I like the irony. You’ll see what I’m talking about. Kinda.

Anyway, as per the norm, this is cheesy and stupid. Complete trash.

Secrets will continue… just… not right now. Need to get back up to speed. Still not at 100% but I suppose that’s to be expected when you… well, do what I did.

Thanks for your support and patience. Secrets will get an update soon!



It should have been just like any other day. The routine, get in, take out the hostiles, get out.

Should.

Today was different though. There was something off about these marks. They were smarter, more equipped. Perhaps they actually researched their enemy and became familiar with weaknesses, blind spots. They worked as a team, rather than a bunch of lone wolves. Movement was fluid, with a purpose. Whatever they fought to protect, it had to be something of the utmost importance. These men were at the top of their game, something the reborn Overwatch hadn’t seen a lot of lately.

“Tracer here,” her voice chirped over the headset that wrapped around the task forces’ ears. “Things are lookin’ bloody ugly. Could really use so-GET DOWN!”

An explosion rumbled off in the distance, about a mile or two from where one of the groups stood with guns prepped.

“Treefrogs, pull back,” Genji insisted. “We’ll circle around and flank them. Keep to the shadows.”

He was the squad leader for this group-Mercy, Jesse, Hanzo, and Zenyetta. They were the small group, the group that was supposed to keep back and keep low. They were the ‘when shit hits the fans, save us’ group.

Without question, all fell in line behind the robotic ninja, knowing full-well that their silence was what had gotten them this far. With Tracer and the rest taking all the heavy fire, getting around enemy lines was easy as pie.

As requested, they kept to the shadows, though Mercy’s glowing Valkyrie suit sure had its weaknesses. Since they didn’t want to call unwarranted attention on their flanking, she and Jesse pulled off the rest of the group. McCree said it himself, he could handle his way through a situation, should one arise.

Thankfully, their route, though far less direct, proved to be quite safe.

Regrouping with the rest of the Treefrog Team, McCree and Mercy fell right back in line. Marching down a completely open road. If any snipers were privy to, say their location, they would all be done for.

“Seems… quiet.” McCree’s lips wrapped around the cigar in his mouth. “Not sure I like the feel of this.”

“Silence,” Hanzo hushed. Genji was quick to agree with his brother.

Forward they went. But Jesse, he kept back.

“Whoa,” his hand flew forward, gliding Mercy back just a few paces behind the others. “I don’t like that we’re coming in blind.”

Her brow hitched. Genji and Hanzo were more than capable. Zenyatta was there too, scanning every edge of the building for movement. If someone did lurk on the upper floors of the abandoned apartments, one of them would call it.

“Just… just not feelin right,” he stated again.

Brows falling forward, she cast the cowboy a scowl. Didn’t feel right? They weren’t under fire. How could it not feel right? They were safe while, a good half-mile ahead of them, sat their friends. Bullets spraying and bombs making craters in the earth.

And McCree was insiting that it didn’t feel right.

Was he mad? Or did he just like getting shot a-

“SNIPER!”

Before her mind could process what was going on, the rough brick was tearing into her skin, her suit. Eyes wide, they panned toward Jesse, who’s back was flat against the wall she made impact with. His pistol was out but it was in the opposite hand. Examining further, the rush of red entered her view. He’d been hit! Hit saving her, the easy, obvious target.

“Jesse,” her hand fumbled for the staff. It was time she do what she was best at.

“No,” his head swiveled back. “We’ll hold this line. You need to get to the others.”

Zenyatta, across the way, nodded. “I will ensure tranquility. You are needed elsewhere, Ms. Ziegler.”

No part of her wanted to run. Run away from her friends who were now under suppression fire. Friends that couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but either 1) wait for the enemy guns to run dry or 2) find themselves littered with a million holes because the goddamn decrepit buildings made piss-pour shelter.

“Go,” Hazno’s arrow passed just inches from her face.

“But they ha-” she couldn’t leave them. Genji’s leg was laced with holes. McCree’s arm had a through-and-through. Hanzo’s brow wore a nice, thick cut-likely from when he rolled off the main road and straight into debris.

A voice spoke through static across their earpieces.

“Lucio’s been hit. Ana’s under suppression fire.” It was DVa.

“Where the hell is our backup.” That was 76.

“Keep holding,” Tracer tried to keep them fighting but even her voice was failing to hide the intensity and severity of the situation. They walked right into a trap. An ambush. Whoever was behind this clearly wanted to make Overwatch suffer.

Grunting, Mercy turned on her heals. “Cover me.”

Bolting from behind what little cover she had, the blonde held her breath.

Feet colliding with the rough soil beneath her, she pushed. The dull sound of bullets engaging bullets waged on around her. As soon as little red dots fell onto her pure white suit, they would fall off. Or rather, jump, twitch, and then clatter every which way. Seconds later, a body would crash off to her right, left, or front.

They guys were 100% on point today.

Wait a minute… She was the bait. They weren’t telling her to rush forward to help the others. They turned her into a moving target!

Hand snaking up to her earpiece, she smirked. “I’m beginning to feel a lot like a worm out here.”

“You were the one that mentioned fishing,” Jesse quipped. “Thought you’d be on board.”

In less than a minute, Treefrog was regrouping. All the enemies were neutralized.

“Ballsy move,” she admitted while holding up a clenched fist, signalling the group to stop. “Looks like we’re just a building over. Can see Rein’s shield from here.”

The brothers glanced at each other. Heads nodding, they broke off.

“There,” Jesse’s finger pointed forward. Behind a busted up dumper sat a panting Tracer, a bleeding Lucio, a flightless Pharah, and an exhausted Roadhog. They were doing what they could to keep the others-on the other side also behind a dumpster-from taking the brunt of the attack.

“It’s time,” Jesse smirked.

“Really?” Her eyes glanced up at the sun. Sure enough, it was high in the sky.

“Would be a real shame i-”

“Ryuu ga waga teki wo kurau!”

Head snapping toward the howl of a wolf, he caught the massive might of the archer. His attack making the perfect opening for Mercy.

“Maybe next time,” she teased before running forward. The look of sheer annoyance on Jesse’s face still causing a smile to crawl up on her face.

With each passing step, she drew closer and closer to the group. The sound of gunfire seemed to shift, too. It was no longer coming strictly from the left, from the enemies. Finally, Overwatch had a chance to hit back. And hit back hard they did. Hazno was always on point. Always perfect. Alw-

Click.

Her face drained of all its color.

Hand trembling, a timer began in her head. To steady her nerves, she clasped her hands together before her head turned toward the blue sky above.

Please have mercy on m-

BOOOOOOSH!

A blinding light, the deafening silence, and the fire of a thousand suns consumed her.

Body flying forward, all consciousness was lost.

THUD!

All eyes fell on her limp, burning body that landed a few feet behind Tracer and crew.

Lip curling up to reveal a snarl, a pistol turned to the blinding ball of yellow high within the sky. A faceless man with a red tactical visor stepped out into the open, gun locked on the enemy. Explosive flying into the pile of enemies, the brunette clad in yellow shouted. Thrusters forward, a mecha suit flew into enemy fire as the pilot ejected herself. Black fur turning red, his feral arms pounded against his chest. Transforming into a tank, he charged forward. Despite broken wings, she took to the sky to send out a barrage of rockets.

Had her ears not lost their ability to hear, she would have been able to smile.

Coordinated, precise attacks. Each fueled by raw emotions, by fear. They unleashed hell on those poor unsuspecting men. On the desolate, ghost town.

But she heard none of that. The only thing she could hear-assuming she hadn’t lost her wits-was the faint beeping nose that told her she was losing blood. That her suit had sustained critical injuries. That if immediate medical attention wasn’t received, she wouldn’t get to be Mercy anymore. That she could finally join her beloved. Her family.

Pulsing her eyes open, her burned hand rose up. Jesse’s face was the first she saw.

He was right. This didn’t feel right.

Body limp, her hand fell back down against the soiled red dirt.

They were talking to her, but she couldn’t hear a damn thing.

Then she went cold. Her breathing stopped. Her lips fell blue. Her eyes rolled back. Her heart stopped.

Ana. Lucio. Zenyatta. Pulling together, they injected her body with as much as they could.

“Get the Caduceus Staff,” Ana choked. She knew she had no right to use this as it was Mercy’s pride and joy, but right now they needed to get their golden haired angel back.

Blood. There was so much blood. And it spread with each footstep. It coated Jesse’s face, his hands, his boots. But he didn’t care. He’d been with Merc since the beginning; he could do this. Not like anyone else would.

A beam of golden light flickered and danced over her body. It seeped into the wounds, her veins, her core.

The light intensified until none could look at her, not even the visor-wearing 76, though he was nowhere to be found. He, DVa, and Junkrat made it their personal mission to ensure all threats were eliminated. If a single heartbeat echoed in the distance, they would find it. Execute it. And ensure revenge was met on behalf of their fallen angel.

Finally, with the light fading, Tracer stepped forward. Her goggles were fogged up, likely from crying. “Hey,” her quivering hand found its place right alongside Angela’s cheekbone.

“Hey,” her raspy voice caused those nearby to choke.

She was alive. Weak. Faint. But alive.

Head light and body feeling fuzzy (too much of that stuff can make you feel a little funny!), she slowly rolled up to a seated position. Her heart was racing due to all the adrenaline.

“How you feeling, love?”

“Like I just had 20 cups of coffee,” her lips curled up into a coy smile. “Did you guys use my stuff and your own medical apparatus.”

“We would never,” Lucio winced but forced a smile. “We know that mixing drugs is bad.”

Ana nodded before shaking her head. “We are all licensed professionals after all.”

“Uh-huh,” Mercy glanced down at her jittery hands. They definitely used everything on her. “Mind if I see your diploma,” she teased.

With a friendly hand, Jesse’s, she stood up. “Where are the others?” She kept herself upright thanks to Jesse’s inability to let go. He rested a tender hand across his heart before giving him a weak smile.

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Jesse’s concern was sweet, but misplaced.

“Oh trust me, I won’t be dying any time soon. Probably just added 20 more years onto my life right there.” Her blue eyes narrowed. “Which means I need to come up with something to keep me from aging another 20 more years.”

“Knew it,” Ana turned to Reinhardt. “She’s holding out on us. Has some special formula that keeps her flawless.”

“Mom,” Pharah groaned. “I hardly think we should be joking after what just happened.”

Mercy laughed before her face fell grim. “She’s right. We need to figure out what they were doing here.”

“And who they were.” Hanzo added.

Genji stepped up with something in his hands. “I think I know who the they is.” Turning the item around, he revealed an all too familiar symbol.

“M-Morrison?”

Brows furrowing, all eyes fell on Tracer. The hell was she talking about? That was clearly Blackwatch, the Black Ops division of the former Overwatch.

“W-why does your shirt say Morrison?” Tracer’s hand wrapped up and around her shoulders, allowing her to point to her own back. “Morrison.”

Brow hitched, Jesse stepped back. Mercy was looking loads better and no longer needed to use him as a support beam. Moving his head back, he spied her back. Sure enough, beneath the suit that needed some serious repairs sat a perfectly in tact black Overwatch issued shirt. And, across the back in big, white letters 'MORRISON.’

76, DVa, and Junkrat returned. “Fear not, the area is clear for miles and miles. How ya feelin, Ang?” Though upon seeing the white faces, she wondered if maybe Angela wasn’t doing as well as she looked. “…Ang?”

“I’m fine,” her hand rubbed the back of her neck. She never wanted them to find out that she was still lingering in the past as it could compromise her. Make her falter when she was needed most.

“The shirt,” Tracer’s foot tapped the ground. She wasn’t going to let this go.

“I borrowed it.” Her voice was faint, soft. “As you may or may not have known, Jack and I were… together. But, per new regulations after the whole Amelie…thing we weren’t allowed to date one another. Or rather, he wasn’t. He was too high up to be 'blinded by love’ or whatever political nonsense they told themselves at night. We had to keep it hush-hush. So,” she rolled around to face the brunette, “we traded shirts.”

“Called it,” Ana punched Reinhardt. “You owe me a hundred bucks.”

“It’s been, what, five years?” He huffed.

“Deal’s a deal.” She waved her fingers up at him. “And you owe me.”

Fine.” His hand burrowed into his pocket. A few green dollars later, he grunted. “Happy?”

“Like I said, he, the face of Overwatch, wasn’t allowed to see anyone. Though frankly, I wasn’t either. Anyone in top ranks or roles wasn’t encouraged to love as they didn’t want loyalties to be created. Or worse, for relationships to blow up and cause issues.”

She signed before touching the dark fabric that kept her warm. “I wear this whenever we go out on missions like this. I… I like to think it’s,” she blushed before brushing back a loosen strand of blonde hair, “it’s how he watches over me. If I wasn’t in this shirt, I don’t think I’d be alive. This is my guardian angel, my Jack. Up there,” her eyes fell on the white clouds above, “keeping an eye on me. Making sure I’m alive.”

DVa’s hands clasped together. “That’s so romantic,” she cooed. “Did you give him something of yours?”

It was funny. Just minutes ago-15 to be exact-Angela was unconscious, bleeding out. And now, here she was, telling them stories while they waiting for their ride back to base to arrive.

“Of course,” Angela started to open up. It was clear that the medication was working as even her burns were starting to retreat back into oblivion. “I gave him my shirt.” That’s when she laughed. “Oh I was worried about it too. From time to time, the committee would tell them to take their jackets off. If he was wearing my suit during one of those briefings… oi,” her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose, “I’m pretty sure we’d both be fired.”

Just then, DVa’s hand jerked up her pistol. It was trained on 76, which caused those nearby to cock a brow (those not nearby were calling in Zayra to come pick them up in a helicopter that she, Mei, Torbjorn, and Symmetra were working on back at an underground base).

“ZIEGLER, right?”

“Yeah?” Mercy stepped forward, uncertain as to what was going on.

Junkrat lifted his weapon, also locking it on 76’s back. “You sure you didn’t give one to anyone else?” he questioned.

Brows furrowing, she stepped forward. With that step, all the charred skin feel to the ground before getting swept away with the wind. Clearly she was amped up on more than just the medication applied moments ago. She likely had nanobots or something coursing through her veins too for her recovery speeds were off the chart.

“Yes,” her voice heavy with confusion. “I have 6, Jack had 1. And I’m pretty sure he wore that shirt to his grave as I never found it when I cleared out his locker and room.”

“That’s because someone else got to it first,” DVa’s gun butted up against 76’s back. “Turn around.” When he didn’t, she barked, “Now!”

Hands retreating to the air, 76 turned around. He was the newest member of the group, the one not trusted.

Ana bit her finger. Shit. She knew his secret and couldn’t believe he was dumb enough to hold onto a memento like that. It was just begging to get called out, caught. And caught it was.

Sure enough, as he turned around, the letters Z-GL-R could be seen between the torn fabric of his jacket. It would take an idiot to not recognize that it was ZIEGLER, Angela’s last name.

Gasping, she stormed forward. The happy vibes in her completely gone with this new found discovery.

“Where did you get that,” her hands landed firmly on her hips.

His hidden eyes remained as such, hidden. He uttered not a word.

“She asked you a question,” Junkrat jumped in, also pushing his weapon closer to 76’s body.

Where did you get that.” She was seething at this point.

Knuckles cracking, Jesse took a full step forward. “I believe the misses asked you a question.”

Genji’s blade found its home right along 76’s throat. And Hanzo pulled back an arrow, ready to hit him should 76 run.

“Answer the question,” Tracer added while pulling out her own pistols.

In a matter of seconds, the mood shifted from worried about Angela’s health to who-the-fuck-is-this-guy.

“I traded it,” dropping his hands, his shoulders fell.

Dammit, Jack. Ana wanted to tranq him but knew she couldn’t. Why didn’t he lie! This was all just a mistake. Joining them was a mistake. Alone, they would have been find. But no, he had to get all soft and want to get close to her. To Angela.

“Traded it?” A wrinkle marred Angela’s pretty face. “With who? And for what?”

His silence caused Hanzo to draw his arrow back just a bit more.

“With you. Because you refused to give mine back.”

She wasn’t buying it. If anything, it pissed her off. Her jaw tightened, visible veins running down her neck.

“All right, wise ass.” Jesse stepped forward, pistol cocked right between the sea of red that hid 76’s eyes. “Wanna try that again because you just heard that Jack Morrison was the only other person, besides her, to have one of those.”

Soldier 76’s head fell off to the side.

Well,” Tracer impatiently tapped her foot.

“I stole it,” he began again. “Or rather, she stole mine so I stole hers.”

Growling at this point, Angela stepped forward, pushing all the others off the unarmed, clearly guilty Soldier 76. “I nearly died just moments ago. The least you could do is be honest with me.” Tears welled within her reddening orbs. “And tell me where you got my shirt from.”

Stark silence kissed her right in the face.

Please,” she begged, sad eyes consuming every aspect of her strength.

Angel,” 76 went to move, to cup her cheek and tell her not to cry, but DVa’s gun stopped him. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you it, but I got this from you.”

Slowly, his fingers curled around the mask that clung to his face. Unlocking it, the black and red material pulled away.

Sure enough, Jack Morrison’s face sat behind that mask. Only, instead of young, blonde, and beautiful, it was aged, grey, and war torn.

“Jack Morrison died,” Tracer fought to speak those words. “We buried him.” She pulled her pistol back up. “Who’s to say you’re not wearing his face.”

Taking her cue, Angela stepped back. Her finger stroked her chin. “All right, Jack, if you’re really Jack, then tell me something they don’t know.”

76-Jack-smirked. “You like sunflowers.”

“Duh,” Junkrat groaned. “She talks about them all the time.”

“Your family died when you were young due to the war.”

“Pretty sure the Overwatch Museum tells you that, so yeah, not good enough,” DVa responded.

“You were seventeen when I first met you.”

“Yeah, and so was I,” Jesse mocked.

“The first time we went out, you refused to dance with me.”

Reinhardt jumped in for that one. “I wouldn’t blame her either! You were embarrassing. It’s why Ana and I stopped going out with you.”

“Do you know why?”

Mercy quirked a brow. “We’re asking you the questions. Not the other way around.”

“You claimed you didn’t like my singing.”

A few glances were exchanged. Jack… sang?

“Said it was embarrassing how I would just start singing cheesy love songs to you.”

Angela had some doubt in her mind, as Reyes was more than aware of this. But… Reyes was dead. But did he ever share this? Joke with someone how Jack was probably the cheesiest man alive? The kind of man that still believed in serenading, asking one’s father for permission to date, getting to know a gal before bringing her to bed?

“The night we first made love, the bar…” 76’s lips curled up into a smile, there was a glimmer of hope in his pretty blue eyes. “We went to a place way outside or norm. We wanted to be alone, just you and me. We drove for hours to get there. And when we did, he learned it was karaoke night.”

He went on, uninterrupted as his story had piqued the interest of all, “A few singers, horrible might I add, were attempting to sing when we entered. I immediately wanted to go up there and put them out of their misery but yo-”

“I kept begging you not to.” Her eyes grew wide, the realization that maybe, just maybe this was Jack finally started to seep in.

“You wanted to go someplace else. A park, that would be nice.”

“But you refused. And you did the thing I told you I absolutely hated.” Her hands pulled up from her hips and crossed over her chest. “I begged you not to,” her smile lit up her face.

“But I had to. We both faked being sick. To drive 8-hours to just turn around and go back to the park? That was out of the question.”

“You ordered me drinks-”

“I ordered you Sex on the Beach-”

“And three later,” her eyes pulled off him as a blush clung to her cheeks, “and I had no control.”

“You were laughing, dancing, singing right along-”

“And I was dumb enough to complain-”

“Complain that the man up front singing sounded like-”

“A dying cow.”

Her hands hand crept up to her heart, clutching the fabric of his shirt for dear life. She looked so relieved but worn all at the same time.

Then her gaze hardened. The love in her eyes fell. A stiff frown sat on her face. “But if you were there that night, you would have known all this.”

The cue was missed so no one knew to raise their gun back on him so Angela did it herself. “So far, you haven’t proven anything.” Her frown followed. “Other than you might have been where I was a few different times. I need something, just the two of us, that proves you’re actually Jack. If you can’t, then I,” she drew in a sharp breath-the thought of actually stepping on a mine was already looking prettier than having to kill the man with the face of her ex-lover.

“The morning after,” he voided his face of emotion. He was caught red-handed. He wasn’t Jack. He couldn’t talk himself out of this one.

Her finger landed against the cool metal of the trigger. She couldn’t believe this. She’d have to bury him again. Even though he was an impostor, it didn’t make it any easier.

Breaths head, they waited.

“Well?” She positioned her gun so the bullet would land square between his brows.

A small smirk jerked at the corner of his lips. It was faint, but she caught it, which caused her to squint an eye.

“I… I just. Before you… Before you kill me, you need to know…”

She leaned forward. Need to know what…?

His head fell forward, casting a dark shadow over his face. Her brow hitched. What on earth was h-

76 dropped to his knees. His hands flew out to his sides. Head turned up, he belted out-

“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.”

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wickedwixxx  asked:

"Can you run a little less like ‘my grandparent is coming to beat us with their cane’ and a little more like ‘whatever that is behind us is going to eat us alive’?" and “I can’t believe would dare say that to my face." with Steve?

“Can you run a little less like ‘my grandparent is coming to beat us with their cane’ and a little more like ‘whatever that is behind us is going to eat us alive’?”

“I can’t believe you would dare say that to my face.”

New York City, New York

.  .  .

Steve sat at an outdoor table, a pencil eraser between his teeth as he gazed at the notebook he had been working in. He had been attempting to draw a sleeping dog beside one of the scattered tables, but the owner came by and left with the golden retriever.

The soldier shut the notebook with a sigh and tucked it back into his jacket. He lifted his eyes to the empty chair across from him, tilting his wrist to check his watch, and glance around at the street.

That’s when the shrill screams pierced the air down the street and everyone sitting by Steve turned in their seats. Steve furrowed his brow and turned to only have his eyes about pop out of his head.

A giant beast running on all fours that easily towered over the streetlights was racing down the street, glass and cars being crushed underneath its massive claws as it chased after one single figure running through the traffic. People around Steve began to scream and grab their things, taking off down the sidewalk away from the beast.

The soldier could hear the person as they ran closer to where he sat. 

“STEVE!”

Steve furrowed his brow. “Y/N?”

“STEVE, RUN!”

He didn’t have much choice now as he sprang out of his chair and took off running after you, glancing back to let out a shout of surprise when the beast bellowed and fixed its large, feral eyes onto Steve. Steve hopped onto the trunk of a car and quickly clambered off it, rushing into the middle of the street to run a pace behind you.

“Y/N?! What the hell is that thing?!” Steve shouted, his feet pounding against the asphalt, “What happened to just coffee?!”

You glanced back and hollered, “Can you run a little less like ‘my grandparent is coming to beat us with their cane’ and a little more like ‘whatever that is behind us is going to eat us alive’?!” 

“It is trying to eat us alive!”

You dodged an open car door and cringed when the beast roared again, it’s hot breath bearing down on your back as it slung a taxi into a building. 

“Does Tony know about this?!” Steve raced beside you, both of you having to part around a parked car with all of its doors open.

You huffed, “Yeah! He should be here any second!”

As if right on cue, Tony’s shiny suit burst from above and blew over your heads towards the beast. Tony raised his repulsors and shot a few blasts at the beast’s face and shoulder causing it to swipe at the red and gold metal suit. Tony’s thrusters jetted him away from its claws and hovered briefly above it, most likely assessing the thing.

You slowed in place and keeled over on your knees, Steve breathing heavy as he gazed at Tony attacking the ravenous beast. You caught a glimpse of Vision appearing out of the sky and using the infinity stone on his head to blast the hulking creature, it’s massive claws nearly catching Tony. 

“That wasn’t a bad run, old man.” You breathlessly laughed, tapping his shoulder.

Steve narrowed his eyes at you and said, “I can’t believe you would dare say that to my face.

“I’ve got some balls, Rogers.” You shrugged, backing up and glancing at the sky before you started jogging with your gaze directed up. You shouted,  “Something you don’t seem to have!”

Just then, Sam dipped down with his wingsuit and grabbed your outstretched hand, hauling you into the sky with him just as Natasha came running up to Steve.

Natasha flicked her red hair out of her face and smiled. 

“Ready to be an Avenger one last time?”


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Tony: I think I did okay!
Y/n: No! It’s not okay! Everything’s on fire right now… What’s more unokay is that you manhandled me and freaking, flew into the sky. You’re getting me home right now.
Tony: Okay then I will.
He left no room for arguments as he grabbed your waist and had you screaming for him to let you go even before he had enabled the thrusters to his suit.

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Assault on Hope Station

Very, very gently, Lyra pulsed her suit thrusters as she neared the pale hull, bleeding off her last dregs of momentum. Hope Station stretched off to the right, a spindly length of bulbous modules and trusses dwindling in perspective. The pale ochres of Elysium Planitia rolled slowly by above, lighting the scene in orange, like a dawn.

When she was close enough, Lyra reached out and touched the hull to stop herself. Her gloves left faint black marks where she touched the aluminum alloy. There hadn’t even been time for the blackout paint to cure properly before they set off on this mad trip.

Lyra pulled the zipline out of her belt and clipped herself to the nearest handhold. Further along, she could see Ella doing the same, and Harris beyond her. Just like they’d planned. All their faceplates were blacked out, but she could tell Ella was looking at her. Ella extended a black-gloved hand in a thumbs-up.

The fifteen second alarm pinged in Lyra’s suit display. She reached to her hip, detached the arc cutter, and checked its fuel readout.

No one has ever done anything like this before, she thought. The idea left her oddly cold.

The timer reached zero. Blue-white light flared where Ella started cutting into the hull, quickly followed by a fine fan of venting atmosphere. 

Fuck it, thought Lyra. 

Her suit visor darkened to welding mode as she began to cut.