#avengers au
Stony Angel au - Tony have no wings, so he build some of metal.
Shadows of the Past
Part 41 (Part 40)
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(LOKI POV)
“We are absolutely coming here again,” you say as the two of you leave.
She walks ahead of you, turns back and smiles, “And next time, I won’t let you win.”
You stop walking, “Let me win?”
“Mmhmm,” she says, walking backwards away from you. You catch up to her easily, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to you. “You’re just lucky that I wanted to move in with you,” she smirks.
“I am very lucky,” you keep her close to you, smiling down at her. You lean down slowly but stop just before your lips touch hers, you wait until she reaches up but then you pull back. “But you forget, I like to win,” you wink at her and let her go.
“I hate you,” she says, rolling her eyes as she walks down the street.
“You love me,” you tell her.
You get to the intersection and wait at the light. She takes your hand and you look down at her. “Only a little,” she says with a smile, holding her thumb and pointer finger close together.
“A bit more than that I think,” you say as you cross the street.
“Maybe…” she pretends to think as you continue walking slowly. A sudden crack of thunder draws your attention to the sky. It was swiftly becoming much darker then it should be at this time in the afternoon. “I thought it wasn’t supposed to storm until late tonight,” she says as the dark clouds roll in.
“I thought so too,” you agree.
“Well that’s annoying…” she says to herself. Before you can say anything it starts to drizzle lightly and she groans. “And… there goes my plan,” she literally throws her hands up in defeat.
“What’s wrong?” you ask her. You try not to smile at how cute she looks when she is annoyed but it is hard not to.
“I wanted to take you somewhere but we can’t do it in this weather,” she says sounding upset but still not wanting to give away the surprise.
You pull her under the awning of a nearby store to get out of the encroaching storm. It has now gone from a light drizzle to a steady rain and you can tell it’s going to outright pour any minute. “We have the rest of the week. We can do it another day I’m sure,” you tell her.
“I know… but you were really going to like it,” she tells you.
“You could tell me what it is,” you joke and she elbows you lightly. “It was worth a shot,” you say and she shakes her head.
“We should get back, those clouds look awful,” she says, changing the subject. She peaks out from under the awning, “I think we should take the train. Walking half an hour back in this would be pretty horrible.” You agree and she takes your hand. “Ok, the subway is two blocks that way, hopefully we can make it before the sky really opens,” she says hopefully.
The two of you leave the cover of the awning and head quickly down the street, still holding her hand tightly. Before you get to the end of the block there is a flash of lighting followed almost instantly by the crash of thunder. A few seconds later the steady rain becomes a heavy downpour and by the time you reach the subway entrance you are both completely soaked. You follow Y/N down the steps quickly, glad to be out of the storm.
She wipes her face and laughs, looking down at herself. “I look and feel like a wet rat,” she says shaking her head.
“A cute one though,” you smile at her. Then you let the green glow flow around you and dry you off.
She stares at you, “What the heck was that?”
“I don’t like being damp,” you say with a smirk.
“Care to help me out a bit?” she asks, holding out her arms, letting the water drip off her shirt.
“Hmm… no,” you laugh and make your way over to the turnstile. “I like you all wet,” you joke.
“Wow… you said that out loud,” she says, obviously trying not to laugh. She follows you through the turnstile.
"I couldn’t help it,” you say to her with a smirk. You walk down to the platform and stand near one of the columns. Its nearly empty down there which is how you prefer it. You lean on the column and you can hear her water filler shoes squeaking on the ground.
She huffs and crosses her arms looking at you, “Dry me off Loki.”
You simply smile at her and shake your head no. She walks over to you, and stands directly in front of you. You look down at her and act as innocent as you can, “Can I help you?”
“Dry me off,” she says again and you shake your head no. “Fine, then we will both be wet,” she tells you as she closes the distance between the two of you. She puts her arms around your neck and pushes her body against yours while you lean on the column. You can feel the front of your shirt becoming soaked from being pressed against her. The cool water drips off her hair and onto your arms when you put them around her. She reaches up and kisses you, slowly at first then harder. You hold her tightly and only let go when you hear the train approach a few minutes later. You look down at her and smile, covering the two of you in a green glow that dries you both completely. “See, that wasn’t so hard was it Mischief,” she says with a smile as she takes your hand and you get on the train.
(Y/N POV)
“Good morning love,” Loki whispers in your ear. You smile at the sound of his voice but still don’t want to open your eyes. “I made coffee,” he says and you open one eye to see him standing next to the bed.
You sit up in the bed and Loki sets a tray down for you. “Did you make all of this?” you ask, not able to hide the surprise in your voice. The tray has a cup of coffee, a bowl of cut fruit and a plate with eggs and toast.
“Don’t get too excited until you taste it,” he jokes as he sits on his side of the bed.
You start eating and drinking your coffee, Loki puts an arm around you and kisses your forehead. You look up at him and kiss him, touching his cheek gently. “I love you Loki,” you tell him with a smile when you finally pull away.
“I love you too Y/N,” he says. “And no, I’m not telling you what we are doing today.”
“Oh come on!” you say laughing.
He laughs and shakes his head, “It’s only fair, you kept all of yesterday a secret.”
You groan, “You learn way too quickly.”
(A few hours later)
You take Loki’s hand as you walk down the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. “That was so much fun, I really love this place,” you tell him with a wide smile.
“Me too, its one of my favorite museums in this city,” he says. When you reach the street he stops and you ask him where you are going now. “Feel like taking a walk through the park for a bit?” he asks you and you nod in response.
The two of you enter the park and wander the paths south behind the museum. He runs his fingers over your knuckles, never letting go of your hand. You walk silently through the park, heading around the great lawn. A few minutes later Loki asks you if you’ve ever been to the castle. “No, I’ve heard its beautiful though,” you tell him.
He smiles and says, “Its just over this way.”
“How do you know the park so well?” you ask as you head towards Belvedere Castle. He shrugs and smiles at you. “What did you memorize the map or something?” you laugh.
He nods and laughs as the castle comes into view, “I might have.”
You pull him towards you and kiss his cheek. As the castle comes into view you stop, look up at it and say, “Wow.” The two of you walk slowly around it, then you make your way to the top. When you reach the top you walk to the edge and peer over the wall. Loki stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you look out over the park. He kisses the top of your head and then rests his chin on your shoulder. A few minutes later, you put your hands on his and smile at him, but he doesn’t notice though. He seems zoned out, looking off in the distance across the park.
“Loki, are you ok?” you ask, trying to pull him from his thoughts.
“Hmmm?” he hums, blinking as he looks at you.
“I asked if you were ok. You seemed far away,” you say.
“Sorry… I was just thinking about the palace back on Asgard,” he says slowly. You turn to face him and wait for him to keep talking. “The palace is nothing like this of course but standing here, looking out over everything… sometimes when I couldn’t sleep I would stand on the balcony in my room and look out over Asgard,” he says.
“I’m sorry,” you say slowly looking down.
“For what?” he asks.
You shrug but don’t look at him, “That you’re so far from your home… and that you can’t go back.”
He puts his hand under your chin and slowly makes you look at him. “Y/N, of course sometimes I miss Asgard but I have no intentions of going back there,” he tells you.
“How can you be sure Loki? I mean its your home. Your mother is there, I know you want to see her and… I know you told Thor you wanted to go back home when-” you start to ramble but he interrupts you.
“Stop,” he says gently. His fingers move from under your chin to your cheek and you close your eyes, feeling a single tear sneak out. He wipes it away with his thumb, “Y/N I never should have said that, I didn’t mean it. Look at me love, please.” You open your eyes slowly and he continues, “I only said that because I was scared… I thought you would better for you if I left… but I promise, I’m not going back.”
“You better not… or I’ll have to follow you there,” you tell him, trying to smile.
“Y/N, I love you,” he says, laughing a little. Then he looks a bit more serious, putting his arms around you and holding you close to him. “Truthfully, I haven’t thought about Asgard being my home since I found out my father and… and my mother lied to me about everything I had ever known,” he tells you and you hug him tightly.
He kisses your forehead and says, “But tomorrow, you are moving in with me. We’re going to have our own home, and that’s all I need Y/N.” Loki then kisses you softly, his hands on your lower back and the back of your neck. Your arms are around him as you kiss him back.
When he pulls away slightly, you say, “I love you Loki.”
(LOK POV - a few hours later)
The two of you arrive back at your room and you are hopeful she likes her last surprise. “Close your eyes,” you say before you open the door.
“Are you serious?” she asks laughing.
“Yes,” you say nodding.
She shakes her head but puts her hands over her eyes. You wave your hand in front to make sure she can’t see and then you open the door. You tap her shoulder and guide her forward into the room. “Just wait here,” you tell her, leaving her standing a few feet into the room. You close the door and with a quick bit of magic, everything ready. “Ok… you can look,” you tell her.
She slowly uncovers her eyes and looks around, her mouth falls open and her eyes scan the room. “Loki…” is all she manages to say at first. “Loki, this is amazing,” she turns to take in everything around her.
You can’t stop smiling, you love how excited she looks. There are candles and flowers throughout the room and the table in the dining area is set for two with a meal waiting. You stand in front of her and let a green glow wash over you. You are now wearing a tailored black suit with a dark emerald green shirt and black tie.
“Mischief, you look… wow,” she says giggling and you hold out your hand to her. She takes it and you spin her, allowing a green glow to flow over her. She looks down at herself, gently touching the fabric of the emerald green dress you’ve conjured.
“You look beautiful Y/N,” you tell her, spinning her one more time. She blushes which you adore, you pull her tightly to you and kiss her. You then guide her to the table, pulling her chair out for her.
“Such a gentleman,” she says with a smile.
“Well, I am a prince,” you remind her. “And you should be treated like a queen,” you kiss her hand before sitting across from her. You pour wine for the two of you and use your magic to serve the food. The two of you laugh and talk all throughout the meal. You can’t remember the last time you had smiled as much as you had in the last few days.
When you finish eating, you stand, putting your napkin on the table. You wave you hand and the food and plates vanish. You offer her your hand and she takes it as she stands. “May I have this dance?” you ask her, bowing slightly.
She laughs a little, “You can… but be warned, I have no idea how to dance.”
You put on her on her lower back and turn her to face you. “Well, you are in luck. I have been to countless balls,” you tell her. She puts her hand on your back and you move it to your shoulder. The you take her other hand and you begin to move, following the rhythm of the music playing.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles as she steps on your foot.
You laugh, “Its ok Y/N but it is easier if you look up then if you look at your feet.” She looks up at you and you smile warmly at her. She gradually falls into step with you. Occasionally you spin her or dip her, sometimes just to show off a bit. She giggles when you do and you kiss her when she is back in your arms again.
After dancing for a bit, she rests her head on your shoulder and says, “Loki, I love you so much.”
You run your fingers up and down her back, “I love you too Y/N.”
“You know… I was thinking,” she says a few minutes later.
You laugh, “Am I supposed to guess what you were thinking about?”
She laughs and says no. She pulls back a little so she can look up at you, “I was thinking about how I said I would follow you if you had run off back to Asgard.”
You kiss the top of her head, “I’m not going back.”
“I know, I know. But I’m just saying… if you did go and I followed you there… I would be in a lot of trouble,” she says.
“Why?” you ask.
“Because if I saw Odin, I wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth shut. I would tell him how horrible of a father he was to you. How he never should have lied to you or treated you the way he did when you were growing up. I’m pretty sure you would be visiting me in the dungeons really soon after I got there,” she tells you. She reaches up and kisses you quickly.
“You are absolutely incredible, you know that Y/N,” you say to her with a smile. You look at her smiling back at you and you know she means it. This little mortal would have barged into the palace to tell the king of Asgard he was a horrible father to you. You touch her cheek gently, and bring her lips to yours. You kiss her slowly, still swaying a bit but you stop as she bites your lower lip gently. You pick her up with one arm around her waist and she wraps her legs around you. You quickly carry her into the bedroom and kick the door closed.
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Shadows of the Past
Part 40 (Part 39)
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(Y/N POV)
“Are you really not going to tell me where we are going?” Loki asks as you put on your jacket.
“Nope,” you tell him with a smile.
He walks over to you, putting one arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “Are you sure?” he asks as he raises his eyebrow.
You try not to giggle and nod, “You’ll just have to wait until we get there.”
His hand settles on your lower back and he leans down slowly, his lips just inches from yours. You can feel his breath lightly as he ghosts over your lips with his. “I’m sure I could make you tell me,” he says in a whisper.
You look up at him an feel your resolve waiver, you can almost feel his lips. You put your hand on his chest and push him away slightly. “Oh, you are very smooth Mischief,” you say with a laugh.
He laughs and winks at you, “It was worth a try.”
“Just for that, I’m not going to tell you where we are going for lunch either,” you tell him, you reach up and kiss his cheek then untangle yourself from him.
Loki pretends to be upset, putting his hand on his heart as you walk away from him towards the door. “So rude, I thought you loved me,” he says.
“I don’t remember saying that,” you try not to smile.
“Hmmm, do I need to remind you?” he walks towards you again. You bite your lip as he corners you against the wall near the door. Your back against the wall, he’s careful not to touch your side, instead he puts his hands on your hips and lifts you. You instinctively wrap your legs around him and he kisses from your collar bone slowly up your neck, making sure not to ignore a single inch of exposed skin. You moan quietly as he bites your neck gently. “What was that?” he asks and you can feel his smile against your skin.
You shake your head, “I didn’t say anything.” You smile at him and try to sound innocent.
Loki keeps you pinned against the wall and looks you in the eyes, “We’ll see about that.” He puts his lips on yours, softly at first but then he kisses you harder. You kiss Loki back, feeling him run his tongue against your lower lip. He then leaves your lips and kisses up your cheek and jaw to your ear. Loki bites your ear lobe and whispers, “Tell me you love me.”
You try not to moan and shake your head no. You hear him chuckle lightly and your whole body is covered in goosebumps. His hands grip yours hips tightly and one of your hands tangled in his hair while the other grabs at the fabric of his shirt. He kisses you hard, his tongue pushing into your mouth. He finally pulls back to let you catch your breath and he whispers in your ear again, “Tell me that you love me.”
You can’t help it, you give in, “I love you Loki, more than anything.”
He smiles at you, as if he won a game, “See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He sets you back down and kisses your lips quickly. “I love you too, Y/N,” he tells you as he runs his fingers through your hair, looking down at you. “We should go, don’t want to be late for this surprise, do we?” You shake your head no, still catching your breath a bit as he opens the door. He holds out his hand and you take it, walking down the hall together.
You and Loki walk through the city for about half an hour when you finally turn a corner and tell him you are here. He looks up at the building in front of you and stops. “Wait… really?” he asks sounding more excited then he probably meant to.
You smile and nod, “I figured you might like it.”
The two of you go inside and the man at the counter greets you both. “Hey, welcome to Damon’s Axe & Knife Range. How can I help you guys?”
“I have a reservation for Y/N,” you tell him. He checks his list and nods finding your name. The man at the counter calls for someone from the back office to bring you down the hall to your room. He gives you a quick explanation of the rules and leaves you.
The room is longer than it is wide and at one end is a table with an assortment of hatchets and throwing knives. At the other end is a wooden wall with several targets of different sizes. Loki walks over to the knives and runs his fingers over them, you can’t help but smile as he picks one up. You ask him what he thinks, he winks at you then he throws it at the target at the other end without looking.
The knife hits dead center in the smallest target and he says, “This should be fun. Its been a while since I’ve done this, Stark doesn’t like the idea of me having my daggers around the Tower.”
You laugh and pick up one of the knives as you walk over to the throwing line. You can feel Loki watching you as you take aim at one of the larger targets but the knife goes wide. “Damnit,” you mumble as Loki walks up behind you.
“Here,” he says as he uses his magic to bring the knife you threw to his hand. He gives it back to you and positions himself behind you. You take the knife and he puts one hand on your hip and the other on your arm, moving your body slightly. He presses himself against your back and adjusts your throwing arm. He runs his hand up your arm and moves your shoulder slightly. “Try that,” he says softly to you.
You throw again and this time the knife hits the target, but it still off from center. “Much better,” he says, sounding proud of you. He picks up another knife and stands at the line to throw it. The knife lands an inch from the first one he threw.
“I have an idea,” you say walking back to the throwing line with another knife.
“Hmm, what kind of idea?” he asks.
“How about we make a bet?” you suggest.
He raises an eyebrow, “What kind of bet?”
“Whoever gets the most points after ten throws wins. Winner gets… whatever they want,” you suggest as you set up for your next throw.
He smiles, you know he assumes he will win easily. “Very well, take another practice one and then we can start,” he says.
You nod and throw one more time, again hitting the target but not the center. Loki laughs a little and as he collects all the knives that have been thrown and places them on the table, he asks you what you would like if you win. He emphasizes the word if and you hit him lightly. “Mean,” you smile at him. “Ok… when I win, I want you to cook dinner without any magic. I see you sneaking it when you think I’m not looking,” you tell him and he kisses you.
“I’m sure I could figure that out,” he agrees.
“Ok Mischief, what do you want on the off chance you beat me?” you ask trying to sound over confident.
He takes your hands and he looks down at you. “When I win,” he says seriously, “I want you to move in with me.”
You feel your heart skip and all you can manage to say is, “What?”
He touches your cheek softly, “I want you to move in with me. You sleep in my room every night but all your things are still in your room. I don’t like when you leave… I want to come home to you everyday.”
“Loki…” you smile at him, “I would love that… but you have to win first.” You laugh a little and he puts his arms around you.
“I don’t think that will be a problem love,” he pulls you close and kisses you. "Do you want to go first?“
"Sure,” you say as you pick up one of the knives. Loki crosses his arms and takes a step back to give you room. You stand at the line and take your time aiming, then you take a deep breath and throw. The knife hits the smallest target right in the center and you hear Loki gasp from behind you.
“Did you just…” he looks at you in disbelief.
“Oh, that?” you ask pointing at the target. You smirk and tell him, “Beginners luck.”
“Mmhmm,” is his answer as he picks up one of the knives. He keeps his eyes on you as he makes his throw, his knife touching yours on the target.
“Show off,” you stick your tongue out at him as you trade places.
“Well, I intend to win,” he replies with a smile.
You pick up another knife, “I can see that… but you’re gonna have to work for it.” You throw again and add to the cluster of knives at the center of the target.
“Beginners luck again?” he asks.
“Nope,” you smile and hand him a knife. You wait until he is just about to let go of the knife and say, “Don’t mess up.”
His attention shifts for a second and his throw is just off from center. He looks at you clears his throat, “Are you trying to cheat love?”
“Me? Cheat? How could you ever think that?” you ask innocently. He shakes his head but you see a smile sneak across his lips. You throw again, hitting the center of the slightly larger target. Loki’s next throw lands next to yours. You each go two more times, both of you always hitting the center of the target. “Looks like we’re still tied,” you tell him as he uses his magic to pull the knives out of the targets and put them back on the table.
“Seems like it,” he says. “Interesting how you were so terrible at this when you were practicing,” he raises his eyebrow when you pick up your next knife.
“It is weird isn’t it?” you smirk. You throw, hitting the center for the sixth time. “Oh… I know what I forgot to tell you,” you say as you walk over to him.
“What’s that love?” he asks.
You stand on your toes and kiss his cheek, then whisper in his ear, “I used to come here all the time. The axes are my favorite, but knives are more practical you know.”
He looks at you in disbelief, “How did I miss that?”
You smile at him, shrugging your shoulders as you hand him another knife. He throws again, hitting the center. The two of you continue until it is time for your last throws. Neither of you have missed yet, always landing your knives in the middle of the target. As you step up to the line for your final throw, you look back at Loki. He smiles at you and you smile back, you face the target and aim. You let go of the knife and it sinks into the wood, inches to the left of the target.
“What was that?” he asked in surprise.
You look at him and say, “I missed… I guess if you make your next one, I have to move in with you.” You walk over to him, putting your arms around his neck as you reach up to kiss him. He kisses you back, his hands on your sides. “Don’t miss Loki,” you whisper to him.
“I don’t plan on it,” he kisses you again, then without letting go of you, he summons a knife from the table and throws it at the targets. It lands perfectly in the center.
“Oh no… I lost,” you pretend to pout as he strokes your cheek.
He leans down to kiss you then says, “I know, how terrible.”
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Shadows of the Past
Part 45 (Part 44)
Warnings :: Blood, injuries, death, kidnapping
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(LOKI POV)
You feel a hand on your shoulder and look up. Thor is kneeling in front of you on the street. “We need to find her,” you tell him as you try to stand but the wound on your side makes you wince.
“We will, I promise brother,” he says and you nod as he helps you stand.
The two of you get into the rear of the van and Nat drives you back to the warehouse to meet up with the rest of the team. You stare blankly out the window, not able to focus on what Thor is saying. When you pull up it looks like all of SHIELD is there. Tony and Fury are both yelling out orders to various agents and analysts. You watch as they bring out the Hydra agents, a few in cuffs but most in body bags.
“You should have someone take a look at you,” Thor suggests and you realize you are still holding onto him for support.
You stand on your own, “It’ll heal. We need to figure out where they took Y/N. I need to get her back, I can’t… Thor I can’t lose her.”
“I know,” he nods and gives you a sympathetic look.
Tony & Steve come over to you and Thor but before they can say anything you ask them, "How did we miss this? There were so many Hydra agents here… they knew I wasn’t Y/N and they knew which surveillance van she was in.”
Tony shakes his head, “I don’t know but we are going to find out. Hill has already started to look into it with a small team, people she trusts completely. Someone must have fed them information about the mission.”
“Do you think they set this up the same way they set up the escape on the raft? By blackmailing SHIELD agents?” Thor asks and Steve nods.
“Where is Sarah?” you ask looking around. “She would know where they took Y/N,” you can’t help but feel a bit hopeful. If Sarah knew anything, you would get it out of her. You look directly at Tony and say, “Don’t tell me she got away.”
Tony looks between you and Thor then says, “Come with me.” You & Thor follow him past the agents into the warehouse. “She’s just over there,” he points to the rear wall and you see two medics kneeling in front of someone. “They don’t think she is going to make it,” he says and you stop walking, you don’t know how to respond. Before you get much closer, one of the medics takes off his gloves and stands up. The other one turns towards you and shakes his head as he gets up.
Sarah is sitting against the wall, there is blood around her mouth and her eyes are closed. There is blood on the ground around her, it looks as if she dragged herself over to the wall before collapsing. A long piece of rebar sticks out of her chest, one of her hands is still resting on it.
“No… we needed her,” you say, mostly to yourself.
“We will find Y/N a different way, no one is going to stop until we find her,” Tony promises.
You nod and the three of you walk back out of the warehouse. Clint and Nat are talking to Sam who is sitting in the back of an ambulance. A medic is finishing up stiches on his arm and he has a bandage on his forehead. He stops talking when he sees you coming over. Nat turns to see what distracted Sam and then she asks the medic if she can come back in a minute. She nods and walks away.
“Loki, I’m sorry-” Sam starts but you hold up your hand and stop him.
The worried looks Nat & Clint give to Thor doesn’t escape your notice. You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, holding the wound on your side. You want to lash out, to cause pain and damage to the things around you but you know that’s not what Y/N would want. That wouldn’t help you get her back. Instead you look at Sam and tell him, “Its not your fault. I failed to protect her when she needed me. I should have been able to stop them.”
He doesn’t respond but Thor does, “We all failed her, Loki.”
(Y/N POV)
The truck takes a sharp turn and you wake up, you thoughts are fuzzy and it takes you a few seconds to figure out what is going on. When you open your eyes everything is dark, there is something soft covering them. You try to move your arms but yours hands are tired behind your back. When you pull on them you realize they are attached to the side wall of the truck. Your legs are free but there isn’t enough slack in the rope to get your feet under you so you remain seated against the wall. You can hear the people who took you talking but your head is still pounding and your are unable to understand them.
You realize you have no idea how long you were out or where you are. Focusing on your breathing, you try to keep calm. Loki and the rest of the team are going to find you, you tell yourself. You know Loki would never stop looking for you.
A few minutes later the truck takes another turn and the ride feels different. You aren’t on pavement anymore, the truck is on rough road. Where could they be taking you, you wonder. You pull and twist your arms, trying to free yourself from your restraints but every time you move, pain shoots from your shoulder down to your hand.
You think you are on the unpaved road for almost half an hour when they finally come to a stop. Your breathing picks up and your body gets tense. You hear the front doors open and both people get out. You rest your head against the wall of the truck and use it to help slide the blindfold off your eyes. Looking out the front window, you are horrified to find out you at a small, private airport. There is a plane waiting at the end of the runway and your heart starts to pound faster. You can’t let them get you on the plane, you have to fight back and get away.
The rear doors open wide and the same men who grabbed you climb into the back. You try to struggle and pull away from them but you have no leverage. You manage to kick out, catching one of them in the shin. He goes down and the other man hits you in the face. You scream and he puts his hand over your mouth to silence you but when he does you bite him. He curses at you and then reaches into the front of the truck to grab a black medical bag.
The man you kicked gets up and stands over you, staring down angrily. You try not to look afraid but you have no idea what is going to happen if they get you on that plane.
“Is it ready?” the one staring at you asks and you look at the other one.
“Hold her,” he responds as he comes towards you with a needle in one hand.
You scream for him to stop and to let you go but they hold you tight. You are unable to kick or struggle as he inserts the needle into your arm. Everything starts to get fuzzy again, your limbs feel heavy and your breath slows. You whisper Loki’s name just before you lose consciousness.
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Shadows of the Past
Part 46 (Part 45)
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(Y/N POV)
A metal door slamming shut in the distance wakes you suddenly and you sit up so fast you get dizzy. You close your eyes and wait for the room to stop spinning before opening them again slowly. You look around the room as you move to the edge of the hospital bed. Rubbing the bruises on your wrists from the restraints as you try to stand up. Your knees buckle and you catch yourself before you fall, sitting back on the bed.
The room is small and has concrete walls with a metal door. There are no windows and no clock so you are unable to decipher the time. You sit on the edge of the bed and put your head in your hands as you realize you have no idea how long you were unconscious for. It could have been hours or days… and no one had found you yet. Why hadn’t they found you? Was anyone hurt, is that what was keeping them? You sit quietly, wondering where you could be when your attention is pulled by a scream from one of the other rooms.
The scream fades and you hear a metal door opening and slamming shut. You watch the door to your room as you hear footsteps getting closer. You swallow hard and carefully but quickly get up and stand next to the bed. You listen to the electronic beeping of what must be a keypad outside your door and then the bolts unlock. You hold your breath and back up slowly as the door swings open.
“Good to see you awake finally,” Marc says as he enters the room. He is followed by three guards, two of them come towards you and the third closes the door.
“Get away from me,” you say, backing away from the guards but they each grab one of your arms. You struggle and manage to pull an arm free, elbowing one of the guards in the face. He grunts in pain and the other guard hits you hard in the stomach. You cough and fall to your knees, the man you hit grabs you again and they pick you up.
“Still a fighter, that’s good,” he smirks and comes closer to you.
You try to get free again but you can’t. Marc takes your chin in his hands and makes you look at him. “What do you want with me?” you demand.
“What do you think Y/N?” he asks and you try not to let the fear show on your face. “You are going to help us test a brand new project we are working on.”
(THOR POV)
You walk down the hall and into the kitchen. You sigh to yourself when you see Loki isn’t there. You had called him half an hour ago and asked him to meet you here, he had reluctantly agreed. You look around the empty room and are unsure if Loki actually forgot or decided against coming down, both were equally likely.
Steve & Bucky walk in while you are going through the fridge. “Hey Thor. How’s Loki?” Steve asks.
“How do you think? Its been over a week and we still haven’t found Y/N. Every lead we’ve chased has turned into a dead end,” you answer as you slam the fridge closed, harder than you meant to.
“Thor-” Steve starts but you interrupt him.
“Sorry… I’m sorry. You guys know I love her like a little sister and I want to get her back more than anything,” you say as you walk to the island where they are standing.
“So do I Thor. We’re going to find her, all of SHIELD is working on this,” Steve reminds you.
You rub your eyes and tell them, “We have to rescue her soon, I don’t know how much longer Loki can go on like this. He isn’t sleeping, he barely eats… He hasn’t been in their room since she was taken.”
“Loki’s still refusing to leave her office?” Bucky asks.
You nod, “I keep trying to get him to come out, even just for a short time but he won’t. He’s been working with Stark and Hill, spending every minute looking into anything he can on Hydra.” You shake your head and look down, “Everyday Y/N is gone, Loki becomes more closed off. He is coming apart and I can’t just stand around and wait for a lead. We need to do something.”
“We’re doing everything we can Thor,” Bucky says.
“It’s not enough,” you tell him loudly. You lean against the island and before you can apologize for snapping at Bucky he walks out of the room. “I didn’t mean-” you start to tell Steve.
“I get it, we all love Y/N Thor but taking our anger out on each other isn’t going to help us find her,” Steve says.
You nod and he leaves the kitchen. You stand there alone for a few minutes before deciding to go up and see Loki. If he won’t come down to eat, you’ll bring the food to him. You begin opening the cabinets and looking for something you know how to make.
(LOKI POV)
There’s a knock on the door but you ignore it, reading the latest email from Hill. A minute or two later, there is another knock and you tell whoever it is to leave. You continue taking notes, reading through the email about the SHIELD agents who were blackmailed into helping Hydra. You want to ‘talk’ to each of them personally even though you know Nat already interrogated them.
The door opens and you look up to see who it is. “Brother, I told you I would come down when I finished this,” you tell him, turning your attention back to the screen.
He closes the door and says, “That was an hour ago Loki.”
“I’m not finished,” you respond flatly.
You hear him sigh loudly as he takes a seat across from you. "You have to take a break,” he says.
“How am I supposed to do that? Do you think Y/N is getting breaks from whatever Hydra is doing to her?” you ask him angrily.
“I’m not suggesting you stop looking for her Loki. We are all doing everything we can but you are going to burn yourself out completely if you keep this up. You need to rest, you need to eat. You’ll be more help to her if you aren’t exhausted,” he tells you.
“I know but… I just can’t stop Thor, not until I know she is safe,” you say, looking at him.
“Brother, just ten minutes. Here, I brought you something to eat,” he tells you as he points to a container on the desk. You hadn’t noticed it when he came in.
Your mind drifts back to all the times you brought Y/N lunch or dinner while she was buried in work in this office. You smile at the flood of memories, including the first time you brought Y/N dinner… she had been avoiding you for weeks after you almost kissed her but you couldn’t stop thinking about her. You missed everything about her and you wanted her to know it. You had been so afraid you ruined things with her just as you were starting to become close. She had texted you after you brought her dinner and you thought your heart would leap out of your chest when she told you she wanted to see you. The two of you talked for so long that night and you could still remember how cute she was when she asked you to kiss her. You knew after that first kiss you were never going to let go of her.
“Loki?” Thor gets your attention and you realize there are tears running down your cheek.
You wipe them away quickly, “Sorry, I’m fine.”
“You know, it’s ok if you aren’t,” he tells you and you nod, telling him once again that you are fine. “I will believe you and leave you alone the rest of the night if you at least eat,” he slides the container across the desk.
You open it and just stare at the food inside. “I heard Y/N making fun of you for liking this so much-” he starts to explain but you pick up the container of mac and cheese and throw it at the wall behind Thor. “Loki what the hell?” he asks loudly but you feel all the anger you had been trying to push down bubble to the surface, you are unable to contain it any longer.
You scream as you lash out with your magic, not fully aware you are doing it. The glass in the window behind you shatters and the chairs slam into the walls. The maps that had been tacked to the walls are torn down and the filing cabinet drawers are ripped open. The files on her desk are thrown around the room and you sink to the floor on your knees.
As the violent outburst subsides, Thor kneels next to you. You look at him, tears in your eyes and unable to speak. He puts his hand on your shoulder and you look at the ground. Something in the pile of papers thrown around the office catches your attention. You shrug Thor’s hand off you and walk over to it without saying a word.
You bend down and pick up the picture frame, the glass is broken, so you take the picture out and throw the frame back on the ground. You stand in the middle of the office, smiling down at the photograph. You were standing behind Y/N with your arms around her waist, kissing her cheek as she took the picture of the two of you. You remember sitting in the library while she explained to you what a selfie was and the she insisted you take one. She ended up taking almost a dozen, some were like this and in others you convinced you to make silly faces with her.
You can feel your heart breaking as you wonder if you will ever see her again. Will you hear her laugh or make her smile, taste her lips and feel her arms around you? You couldn’t bare the thought of losing her, she meant everything to you and you would burn down the world if that’s what it took to find her.
“Brother?” Thor asks.
“I’m not fine, Thor…” you tell him, still looking at the photograph.
“I know,” he says.
You walk over to the trashed desk and put the picture on top of the disheveled pile of papers. You notice a piece of yellow paper taped to the bottom of the now upside down mouse pad. The paper has Y/N’s handwriting on it and you think that is a very odd place to keep a note. You peel it off and read it, then you re-read it.
“What’s that?” Thor asks, you hand it to him.
“I think Y/N left us a lead without even knowing it,” you tell him.
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Shadows of the Past and New Story Update!!
Hi everyone! So I know we are just getting to the really crazy part of Shadows of the Past but I need to slow down updating a bit. I have a pinched nerve in my shoulder blade and it seems to be getting worse, not better. I got steroids and muscle relaxers today so that’s going to slow me down. I’ll post as soon as I can! Thank you all for sticking with me so far, we are getting near the end and I promise it will be worth the wait!
Also…
I’m going to be starting a new story as soon as I finish this one. It will also be Loki x female reader.
The summary so far: You are a soldier in the palace on Asgard and you are already in an established relationship with Loki. After a tragic turn of events you end up on Earth with no memories and Loki, along with everyone else mourns you because they think you didn’t survive. You are picked up by SHIELD and they find your talents for fighting useful. A few years later you are sent on a mission to New Mexico when a hammer falls from the sky…. please let me know if you want to be tagged in this! There will be fluff and angst and some mild smut
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Shadows of the Past
Part 47 (Part 46)
Warnings :: Torture (not graphic), imprisonment, mild blood
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(Y/N POV)
You try to get free again but you can’t. Marc takes your chin in his hands and makes you look at him. “What do you want with me?” you demand.
“What do you think Y/N?” he asks and you try not to let the fear show on your face. “You are going to help us test a brand new project we are working on.”
You look down at yourself for a moment and realize you are wearing what almost looks like beige scrubs. You try not to let yourself be overwhelmed by the realization that you are now a test subject for Hydra.
“Another failed attempt at a super soldier serum?” you say sarcastically, hoping he can’t hear the fear in your voice.
He laughs, “Not exactly.” You look at him confused, what else could it be? He smiles, “Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough.”
He walks back to the door to leave, signaling the guard by the door to open it. Just as he is about the step out in the hallway be turns back to you. “Well come on, I’ll show you around,” he tells you. As he says that one of the guards holding you reaches for his belt and unclips a pair of handcuffs. He puts them on you quickly, keeping your hands behind your back. The two guards force you out of the room after Marc.
You struggle as they walk you down the hallway but they don’t loosen their grip. You look around, the hallway is long with metal doors on either side. There are guards posted at both ends of the hallway. You can hear screams and faint cries as you move past the rooms. They walk you to the end of the hall and then you turn left, there are more metal doors and an elevator at the far end. Marc pushes the call button and you wait in silence, you are sure they can hear your heart beating. You try to focus on your breathing, not wanting to give Marc the satisfaction of knowing you were terrified.
The doors open and they shove you inside. You look ahead of you and make eye contact with Marc briefly as he gets in. “So… where is Sarah?” you ask, hoping bringing her up might get you a bit more information about what is going on.
“Oh that right,” he says, “You wouldn’t know.”
“Know what?” you ask.
“Well it seems that prince of yours killed her,” he tells you.
“What?” you ask stunned. Loki killed her? What had happened after you were taken? you think to yourself.
“Don’t worry too much about her,” he tells you when the elevator stops. “We had run out of uses for her anyway.”
He steps out of the elevator and the guards force you to walk down another hallway. Towards the end of this hall is a pair of metal double doors with a small glass window in one of them. When you get closer, they swing open and you are met by a man and a woman in lab coats and another guard. You look beyond them, into the lab. You had seen photos of where Bucky had been kept and this room looked eerily similar. The guards pushed and dragged you to the chair in the middle of the room, strapping you down.
You look up at Marc, who leans down over you, “The more you struggle, the more this will hurt.”
He takes a step back and you watch as the man sits down at one of the computers. You try to see what he is doing but your attention is drawn to the woman in lab coat. You notice an IV stand and monitors next to the chair as she applies leads to your chest and begins to take note of your vitals.
You look over at the doors as another man in a lab coat enters, carrying a small metal container. He places it on the desk next to the scientist at the computer. When he opens it, a small cloud of cold air escapes and he removes a glass vial with red liquid in it. He hands the vial to the woman and she draws some of it into a syringe, then puts the vial back in the container.
You squirm and pull at the straps but it is useless. One of the guards turns your head to the side, exposing your neck. The woman stands over you then turns to Marc, he nods and she injects the red liquid into the side of your neck. It burns in your veins almost instantly and your heart races, your breathing gets faster. You squeeze your eyes shut as tightly as you can, trying not to scream but the burning is spreading throughout your body. You clench your hands closed hard and you can barely hear the monitor beeping frantically. The burning is now in your muscles and it is getting harder for you to focus your mind on anything other than the increasing pain.
The scientist injects you again, this time with a clear liquid. You can feel it taking the burn away but with it comes a heaviness. You feel drained and you fight to stay awake but it quickly becomes difficult. You force your eyes open and look around, everything is out of focus and you close them again, tears streaming down your cheeks. You wish desperately for Loki to find you, you want to go home. You open your eyes one more time and look towards the door, willing Loki to be there but he isn’t. You finally stop fighting, letting yourself slip into unconsciousness.
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When you open your eyes you are alone in your cell again, laying on the bed. There is a slow steady beeping just to the right of you, you are hooked up to a monitor that is displaying your vitals. You sit up slowly with a light headache, your vision a bit fuzzy but it focuses quickly. You lift your hand to rub the injection site on your neck and realize there is a restraint around you wrist. Looking down, you see your other arm is free but the one with the restraint is attached to a long chain on the wall next to the bed. You tug at it gently and move to the edge of the bed. As soon as you start to move, you notice how tired you are even though you just woken up.
Before you can stand up, you hear the keypad outside your door beep and it swings open. Marc walks in followed by two guards and the woman from the lab. She has a tablet with her and seems to be taking notes on it. She walks over to you and without looking up, she asks how you are feeling.
You laugh at how ridiculous the question is and she looks up, lowering her glasses, she asks you again. “Freaking amazing,” you tell her as your roll your eyes and cross your arms, tugging at the chain a bit.
She writes something in the tablet then records the readings from the monitor. She nods at Marc. “Hold her,” he says to the guards.
One of them walks over to you and grabs your arm, holding it out in front of the woman. You try to pull it back but you are unable to. She takes a scalpel out of her lab coat pocket and drags it across your skin, making a shallow cut about three inches long.
You hiss in pain and curse at her but the guard doesn’t let your arm go. She takes out a piece of gauze and wraps up the wound. “What the hell was that for?” you ask when she tells the guard to let you go.
“I will be back to check on that in an hour,” she says, not answering your question. Marc says nothing, leaving first, followed by the scientist and the guards.
They slam the door shut and you sit up in the middle of the bed, holding your arm. Alone in the silence of you room you suddenly realize how hungry you are. The last time you know you ate was three hours before the mission, was that a day or two ago? Your mind starts to flood with questions as you look blankly around the room, you hold your cut arm over your stomach as it growls. What did they do to you? Why would she cut you like that? Where are you and why didn’t anyone find you yet? You couldn’t even tell if it was still the same day you had been brought to the lab or not. Your mind came up with more and more questions you couldn’t answer and then you heard the keypad again. Apparently it had been an hour already.
When the door opens the guards come in first and stand on either side of your bed. Marc stays by the door as the women from earlier walks over to you. She takes your arm and you don’t fight her, you are tired and weak from hunger. She unwraps the gauze and examines your arm, then she motions for Marc to come closer. You look down at your arm and you can’t believe what you are looking at. The three inch long cut was nothing more than a thin, barely visible scar.
“Well, it seems we can move onto the next phase of the experiment then,” Marc says happily.
You look at him horrified, “Next phase? What are you doing to me?”
He smiles and you feel a small pinch in your neck. You look up at the woman and see she had injected you with something again.
“No… no…” you start to say but everything feels heavy. You hear Marc laugh from far away as your vision goes dark and you collapse onto the bed.
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“Y/N,” you hear a voice say.
For a second your mind tricks you into thinking it is Loki, telling you he is here to bring you home but you know it isn’t. You open your eyes slowly, blinking into the bright lights above you.
“There you are,” Marc says with a smile.
You look up at him and you can barely move, you’re strapped down on a table in the lab. You think it is the same one as before but you can’t be sure.
“Its ready,” you hear one of the scientists say. You don’t recognize either of these scientist, how many of them worked here?
“Good,” Marc replies.
“What are you doing to me?” you demand but your voice is weak.
“We’re going to fix you… or kill you,” he shrugs, seemingly not attached to either outcome.
“Fix me?” you ask worriedly, trying to sit up but you are unable to.
He nods and points to two screens to the left and you turn your head to look at them. Both are displaying several x-rays and you recognize the ones on the right screen immediately. It’s your left leg, you can see all the metal and screws from your surgeries. When you look at the other screen you’re filled with fear. It’s your leg, but all the hardware has been removed, the breaks and displacements that never healed properly are visible.
“No….” you whisper as you look down at your leg. Your left pants leg has blood on it and pain sears up your leg when you try to move your foot.
“I wouldn’t move around too much,” he says. “The surgeon did a decent job removing all the metal.”
“Why?” you ask, trying to understand what’s going on.
“Oh don’t get me wrong Y/N, I don’t care if you ever walk again. We just needed to see if this serum would works on something bigger than a few cuts,” he says as one of the scientists comes over to you with the red liquid in a syringe.
You try to struggle against the restraints but its no use. The scientist injects you with the red serum and your veins feel like they are on fire again. The pain and burning spreads faster than last time. You close your eyes tight and fight against wanting to scream.
When you open your eyes, you look towards the doors, once again praying Loki would come. You eyes start to feel heavy as the pain increases, traveling from your veins to your muscles. Your heart starts to pound faster and your breathing becomes fast and shallow.
You feel a sharp pain in your arm and realize you were injected again. Just as before, the burning starts to fade but you are slowly losing starting to feel your energy level drop. All you want to do is close your eyes but you fight it as long as you can.
The doors open and you feel hope flood your body but it leaves just as quickly when you see who enters the room. You blink slowly, it is getting harder to focus but just before everything goes dark again you see Marc walk over to the doors to greet the man who entered. He reaches out and shakes Pierce’s hand, they both look over at you as you close your eyes.
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You were good to me (Bucky Barnes)
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: bullying, fighting
She knew it was bound to happen one day, but she wasn’t expecting it to happen this quickly and so out of the blue. She knew it was a rare occurrence that someone of her age, gaining on her mid twenties, had never experienced love or a feeling that she guessed was love, she could not tell the difference between a crush or infatuation compared to the big, real deal that was such a huge part of many people lives. Except hers.
She was emotionally intelligent to know exactly where her problem and fear of it came from. It stemed from a deep rooted issue of her upbringing, her mother bringing her up single handedly, warning her away from men, in her exact words ‘men don’t bring you happiness, work hard and you will find your own happiness’.
Y/n had learnt over her young years to never ask about her Father, the curiosity was always there, but she knew better. She was here, right now, having worked to the best of her ability for many years to get to this position and opportunity. SHIELD didn’t recruit very often, and this was a once in a life time opportunity that she had been studying and training for since the day she learnt how to read and write. Ofcourse it was courtesy of her dear Mother that she followed this root, which young child didn’t want to follow in the footsteps of their Mother who had achieved so much for her country.
A field agent was all Y/n had wanted to grow up to be, a field agent for no other than SHEILD. So was over the moon, estatic almost when she received an email from recruitment about starting the programme, she only had to get through the trials and exams before becoming a fully fledged agent. Agent 18.
That was her training number, that’s what she was referred to, her almost new name and she liked it, there was no way it was being taken away from her now, not when she had worked so hard, not when she had given up so much. This, as sad as it was in reality, this is all she had now.
She had nothing to fall back on… no back up plan. Nothing and most importantly no one. Well… until he came along out of the blue and she fell into an unfamiliar territory of anxiety and fear, it made her sick to her stomach some days.
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Y/n’s unhealthy way to deal with emotions was to ignore the problem until it went away. So that’s what she did, she carried on training and working hard, doing her best to ignore him. Bucky Barnes, Sargent Barnes, Y/n’s mentor for the programme.
Day in and day out she ignored the butterflies in her stomach when he even spoke a single word directed to just herself. Like right this minute. He was watching her intently, her sparring match with another agent, agent 13 if she remembers correctly.
He was as quiet as normal, staring with a stony expression in his face, set in a frown of concentration as he judged, picking up on weak points.
“Good” he commented watching as Y/n had flipped agent 13 over her shoulder just as she thought his fist was about to land straight into her nose.
“Bitch” agent 13 mumbled under his breath glaring at her before swinging his leg round in anger straight into her side, his nasty comment had come out of no where, shocking her slightly as she fell to the ground with a groan. She heard Sargent Barnes let out a breath as if he winced himself at the sound.
Y/n knew she had to pull through the pain and get back up. She couldn’t fall at such a silly thing.
“Not a very nice thing to say” she said through gritted teeth, standing up quickly and swinging her right fist to connect with his own side, mimicking where he had just kicked her, he grunted but didn’t have time to recover as Y/n took his legs out with a swipe of one of hers. He fell to the ground, Y/n being quick to pin him down to the floor.
“Alright, enough” Barnes spoke but Y/n didn’t move, a glare set in her face as she stared down at agent 13. She was mad that he could have ruined her chances.
“Agent 18” Barnes addressed her specifically and only then did her head turn to look at him. “Enough”
he spoke and she found herself relaxing slightly, dropping her hold on agent 13 and offering a hand to help him up. Agent 13 glared, ignoring her and standing by himself. Bucky acknowledged this action, making a note of it in his head for feedback.
“Nice punches agent 18” Bucky spoke firmly “you need to not get distracted. People could say anything on the field to get in your head” he nodded. The sick feeling in her stomach arose as he addressed her, knees feeling weak and she could feel herself start to shake slightly. But she pulled it together. Bucky Barnes was a trained assassin after all, he would easily be able to tell if someone had a crush on him. Not that he really cared for that.
She gave a firm nod back before quickly adverting her eyes from him.
“Agent 13” he spoke before hesitating slight “there’s some things we need to work on” he said not specifying exactly. Y/n could tell that this meant there was a lot and was smirking inside her head at this thought.
“Okay. You’re dismissed” Bucky spoke turning around with no second glance at the pair of them and walking over to where Steve Rogers was sat having just dismissed his own students.
“You really are a bitch” Agent 13 spoke to her before jogging to catch up with the rest of the recruits who greeted him with a smile and offering of lunch with them.
Y/n didn’t let it bother her. She didn’t have many friends in her life and wasn’t looking to make anymore. It only hurt for a second watching all the other recruits laugh with each other, leaving the gym as a group to go and get lunch. Y/n turned away from the sight, deciding to stay in the gym rather than go and sit by herself in the cafeteria like a sad little girl.
She retreated to the corner of the gym where she felt safe and comfortable, wrapping her hands with tape as she stared at the punching bag full of sand infront of her. It was much larger than her frame, and to many other it would look intimidating, but she smirked before stepping up on to the mat throwing her first punch then a second and a third until she lost count.
“Do you ever rest?” A voice came from behind her startling her from her zone. She caught the punching bag to stop it swinging straight into her body. Her head turning to meet Sargent Barnes.
“Sargent” she greeted, looking at him with expectant eyes.
“Did you not fancy lunch with the other recruits?” He asked, concern in his voice.
“Not really my thing” she spoke.
“What… lunch?” He asked confused, a small smirk pulling at his mouth.
“No, being friends with the other recruits” she spoke as if it was obvious.
“And why’s that? Isn’t it a good thing to make friends with people like yourself” Barnes asked.
“They’re a distraction” she said staring at him with a serious look on his face.
“So if you don’t have friends what do you do in your free time?” Y/n was starting to get nervous, this was the longest conversation she had had with Bucky Barnes ever. Well the longest personal conversation.
“I study” she spoke once again as if it was an obvious thing.
“You… study?” He asked with an unbelievable expression on his face. She nodded, slightly cowering behind the punching bag now as it had completely stopped swinging, only slowly rocking back and forth gently.
She stared at him in silence.
“You need to find something to relax you. It’s not healthy to be working and training 24/7” he said, a gentle tone now lacing his words. He had seen how many recruits through the years who wanted it as badly as Y/n did had slowly lost their own sanity by giving everything they had into this process.
“I sleep” she replied making Bucky let out a laugh.
“I’ve seen what this programme has done to people, just make sure you find something you enjoy if not you will lose yourself”. For the first time Y/n glared at the man for speaking such honest words to her.
“I enjoy this” she replied bluntly.
“If you’re sure” he said uncertainly, but her left her too it, leaving the gym as Y/n glared at the sight of him.
His words had hit her harder than she thought possible.
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The sound of a door slamming echoed throughout the empty gym but Y/n didn’t even flinch, ignoring it and carrying on with her punches. It was 5:30am and she hadn’t been able to sleep, all that plagued her thoughts was loneliness and she didn’t want to succumb to that feeling so she decided to get an early gym session in.
"Here again?“ A voice right behind her said. It made her jump this time and turn around to the source as she had assumed it was just another person who couldn’t sleep coming to train early.
The punching bag swung behind her, smacking straight into her body and knocking her over. His hands shot out automatically to stop her falling, one arm resting on her elbow the other on her waist. She froze, the sick feeling rising in the back of her throat at the contact.
She panicked not use to another touch when they weren’t hitting or sparing with her. Bucky made sure she was steadily on her feet before letting go.
"I didnt mean to startle you Y/l/n” he spoke in an apology.
"That’s alright … Sargent" she said softly, voice tired as the lack of sleep finally caught up to her.
"Why are you up so early?“ He asked politely.
"Why are you up so early?” She asked back.
"Ah I see, deflection of a question, a common way to change the subject" he chuckled.
"I want to get some extra training in" she finally said.
"At 5::30am?“
"Yes. It’s quieter at this time” she said. Referring to the fact the other recruits weren’t distracting her with their loud conversations.
"Want a sparring partner?“ he asked, eye flickering to the empty mats in the centre of the gym.
“Really?” she tried not to sound to enthusiastic but the opportunity for one on one hand to hand combat practice with the winter soldier would help her immensely.
“That’s if you’re up for it?” he challenged.
“of course- I mean, yes” she nodded, immediately making her way towards the mats, Bucky following closely behind.
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It was late evening almost night time when Y/n found her self with her cheek pressed harshly against the lockers in the gyms changing rooms.
“I saw you this morning” a harsh sounding voice spat next to her ear.
Her eyes frantically looked around for help but there was no one else around. His hand pushed her face further into the lockers, the padlock pressing uncomfortably against the corner of her left eye.
“get off me” she grunted, squirming to try and release the grip. The persons hand grabbed her hair roughly pulling her away before slamming her back into it.
“So that’s the real reason that there’s rumours going around that you’re the favourite recruit. It’s because you’re fucking your mentor” he spat. Y/n elbowed the person making them release their grip enough for her to throw them off.
Agent 13 was staring back at her, a nasty twisted grin on his face.
“what is wrong with you?” she glared back.
“what is wrong with me? is that you’re using him to get into the programme.” he growled, shoving her back to hit the lockers again.
“get off me” she huffed. “I’m not sleeping with anyone, what is your problem”
“oh cut the bull shit” he laughed wickedly. “its obvious, why else would you be training with Sargent Barnes at 6 in the morning. I’ve got my eye on you” he threatened before stalking out of the changing rooms..
Y/n glared at nothing, confusion over the whole incident setting in. The gym was empty by the time she had gotten over the shock of agent 13′s words.
She decided to take a long shower to get rid of her thoughts, hoping to ease some of the pain on the side of her cheek and eye with cold water. It didn’t work. Sighing heavily she shut off the water, momentarily resting her head against the cool tiles.
She reached her hand out from the curtain grabbing her towel to wrap around her body, stepping out of the shower and making her way towards her locker.
She stopped in her tracks, heart beating fast as she stared at the broken lock on her locker, the door wide open showing the emptiness inside where her bag, phone and clothes once were.
“Shit” she whispered in panic. “shit, shit, shit”
What the hell was she meant to do now. She glanced at the ceiling trying to hold back her tears. She couldn’t leave the gym with just a towel on, the recruits floor was 5 floors up, there is no way she wouldn’t walk into someone, plus she would have to go through the common room which was always packed at this time of night.
She guessed that the locker rooms would be her bedroom for the night, until the next person came into the gym which could possibly not be until morning. She huffed already embarrassed for the person who would stumble in on her.
The night was long and cold, she sat with her legs close to her chest, her towel tightly clutched to her body to keep a tiny bit of heat in. It was no use, the tiled floor was freezing her skin, legs blue tinted, lined with goosebumps. She had already searched each locker for any ounce of clothes but only found another discarded towel that was only small enough to wrap round the back of her shoulders.
She lost count of the tears that had rolled down her cheeks, a cracking headache driving her slightly insane as she tried to fight sleep.
She dozed off at some point in the middle of the night.
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The slamming of a door wasn’t enough to wake her as she slept uncomfortably, knees still pulled up to her chest, her head resting back against the lockers. The only thing that woke her was a soft shake coming from her shoulder and the whisper of her name.
Immediately she was alert, eyes wide and fully awake in a panicked frenzy.
Her eyes met those of Bucky Barnes, a soft smile on his face that soon turned into a confused frown.
“what are you doing asleep in here doll?” he asked, his voice gentle to match the morning quietness.
Y/n didn’t even hear the nickname, too mortified about the situation. Out of all people to find her it just had to behim.
“I’m sorry” she spoke, clutching the towel she still had wrapped around her closer to her body. It was only then that she realised just how cold she really was.
“Dn’t apologise, it’s just - it’s not often someone falls asleep in the locker rooms in just a towel” he chuckled.
“I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to - someone - I don’t know, someone took my things” she said, glancing up and over to the empty locker that her things should have been in.
Bucky’s face fell, his smile disappearing immediately.
“They what?” he said, making sure he was hearing this right before he really lost it.
“Someone- took my uh, my stuff, clothes and everything” she mumbled.
“who?”
“I’m not sure” she spoke quietly, embarrassment rally setting in at how pathetic she thought she looked, especially in-front of her mentor who would be judging her extremely for not being able to handle a situation such as this.
“Then who gave you this” he spoke, crouching down to her level to brush his thumb against her cheek, only then did she flinch, remembering the pain on the side of her face, it must have come out in a bruise already.
“Oh” she spoke wincing “IT was my own fault”
“The truth, Y/n” he spoke, not having time for her flittering around it. He needed to sort this out, bullying was not tolerated, and this level of bullying was harassment.
“I Think I can guess” Bucky spoke, staring at her as he watched her stutter for her answer. He had seen the grief she was given by certain agents.
“He- uh…” she shied away from his stare.
“HE did what? what did he do?” Bucky almost demanded, but took a slightly softer approach due to the sacred and vulnerable look on her face.
“He accused me of sleeping with you” she mumbled quietly. “Said that’s why I was the favourite.”
“Fuck” Bucky muttered. “come on get up” he spoke, watching her confused face. “you can’t stay in here all day” he spoke softly.
She took his outstretched hand hesitantly, his grip soft and gentle as he helped her up, legs shaking due to the numbness of the cold.
“You must be freezing” he spoke, letting go of her hand and moving to root around in his gym bag.
He passed her a pair of joggers and a hoodie, turning around to give her privacy as she dropped her towel. His breath hitched in his throat at the sound of the towel hitting the floor, Y/n’s doing the same as she quickly dressed, the smell of Bucky overwhelming her.
“You good?” he asked after a few minutes silence.
She cleared her throat quietly before replying. “yes… uh- thank you”
“lets get you out of here and get you some food” he said, making his way to the doors that lead to the gym, he pushed it open, holding it until Y/n had walked past him. He watched her back, following after her until she came to a sudden stop, her head turning to look at him with wide eyes and a scared stare.
In front of her, holding a smirk on his face was agent 13. Bucky glared at the man whose eyes had only just moved from Y/n to his, his face immediately dropping.
Before Y/n could say anything Bucky had stormed past her, metal hand flying straight towards agent 13s neck and slamming him into the wall.
“I never want to see your face here again. You’re out, with immediate effect” he growled before dropping him to the floor and walking away. Y/n following quickly after him.
“Thank you Sargent” she whispered.
“Call me Bucky”
Chapter 4: It only takes a taste
Chapter 5:You will still be mine
Chapter 6: A soft place to land
Chapter 7: You’re never getting rid of me
Chapter 11: She used to be mine
Chapter 12
Epilogue
I just red part one and I’m excited to read the rest
Um also I’ve never seen the waitress play or the movie or listen to the music well except for your never getting rid of me and when he sees me
Whoops-avengers au
5 Months - Bucky Barnes Mob!AU
Mob!Bucky x reader
Warnings:none
Word count:1,995
Summary:Bucky and Y/n had fling, one night stand at least she thought it was a one night stand. Bucky on the other hand has been trying to track her down since. But when he does end up running into her again it might come with a shock.
Authors Note: This is my first ever AU Mob imagine. I love reading Mob Bucky imagines, and I want to write them so bad! This is my first ever one I hope you guys enjoy it. I was thinking maybe a series done like this or a Mob!Bucky x daughter reader series?
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l“That was-” Bucky panted as he rolled off of y/n. He had never had such good sex or a connection during sex that was that powerful.
“Amazing.” Y/n finished his sentence, panting as well from their recent activities with a smile on her face. That was some of the best sex she’d had in her life. Maybe even the best.
“Uh huh.” Bucky agreed smiling widely. Bucky turned his head to look at her, admiring the woman next to him. “Damn.”
The two continued their night with some making out, a bit of snuggling, and then they fell asleep in each other’s arms. When morning came Y/n woke first and looked at the clock, it was early 7 am early. Realizing that this was her chance to leave before Bucky woke up. An so there wouldn’t be any awkwardness of the one nightstand morning after.
Picking up her clothes and getting dressed after she made sure she had everything she turned to look back at the dark haired man still asleep. Man did she wish she could stay in bed with him. He seemed so sweet and his grip was hard to get out of when she got out of the bed minutes before. It felt safe.
But it was only a one nightstand, nothing more. So as safe as his grip felt and as sweet, kind and, caring even he seemed. This wasn’t a relationship and they weren’t already together. It is a simple fling.
Besides with who he is, who he’s known as, what he does for a living. It’s not who he is. He has new women all the time and they are never serious relationships, just quick fucks. Y/n wanted something serious, dependable, and real. Not to be a notch on someone’s bedpost. So she left.
^ ^ ^ 5 Months Later ^ ^ ^
“Buck, you’ve been at this for months. I think it’s time you let it go.” Steve sighed, he hated that his best friend finally found a woman he wanted to try a serious relationship with and she could not be found.
“No. No way.” Bucky shook his head in a ‘no’ motion. He had been trying to find Y/n for 5 months. He woke up expecting to find her next to him but all he found was an empty and cold bed.
“Steve’s right man. It’s been five months. It was a one nightstand. You need to move on.” Sam added in. Even though Bucky annoyed him most of the time, he does care for him. This was not healthy.
“No guys I’m telling you, it was more than that. There was something there, something between us that night. We both felt it.” Bucky explained, he understood his friends were coming from and he appreciated it. But he was not going to give up.
“How do you expect to find her than Buck?” Steve asked moving to sit down in the chair across from Bucky’s desk. Leaning forward placing his elbows on his knee’s Steve continued. “You’ve been trying for months and you’ve used all your resources and your still no closer.”
“He’s right. You’re a Mob Boss. The Mob Boss of Brooklyn and all the resources you have haven’t worked. That’s saying something.” Sam stepped forward, hoping to get it into his head.
Bucky shook his head letting out a sigh. “You both are no help”
“We want to help Bucky it’s just, what’s left to try?” Steve questioned but it was more a statement than anything.
“Trust use, Barnes. We’d help if we knew how. All you’ve talked about is this girl for 5 months straight. I’d love to shut you up.” Sam smirked.
Bucky stood up to exit his office. As he grabbed his jacket and put it on Steve asked. “Where are you going?”
“Out. Alone.” he answered gruffly.
“Come on man.” Sam leaned his head back against the door frame.
“Your both not helping and I need some air and space to clear my head. I’ll be back later.” he said as he headed out to his garage to get away.
Bucky didn’t have a exact idea on what he was gonna do when he left to get some air but decided once he was on the road why not go to get a drink from his favorite place. Which happened to be in a near by strip mall near his mansion/compound.
Just as Bucky parked he let out a sigh of frustration. As he turned his head looking out the window of his car when something caught his eye. Or should we say someone.
Bucky hurried to get out of his car, he could careless about getting a drink anymore. Bucky called out once he was across the slightly busy road, trying not to get hit by any cars. “Y/n?”
He thought it was her, it looked exactly like her and he is truly hoping it was her and not his mind playing tricks on him.
Y/n turned around upon hearing her name only to see the man that had been on her mind for the last five months. And for more than one reason. “Bucky?”
Bucky smiled relieved to have finally found her. Rushing over to her trying not to bump into people as he did. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Really?” She asked furrowing her brow. She was not expecting to hear that he had been looking for her.
“Course, Doll.” Bucky smiled even wider. But noticing how shocked she seemed and how she was clearly fidgeting with her hands inside her large hoodie pockets. “Doll, did you think- Y/n, I think we need to talk.”
“Ummmm, yeah. Ok.” Y/n nodded knowing they really did need to talk and not just about whatever he wanted to talk about.
Bucky nodded as well, offering her a ride to somewhere they could talk more privately. Y/n didn’t have a car anymore since her’s decided to die at a very in convent time. After accepting the two were headed off to well they didn’t really know where at first but Y/n suggested that they could go to her apartment. So they headed there.
Once they got there Y/n unlocked the door and let them in. Taking off their jackets Y/n offered him something to drink. Once they were both seated and had there drinks, Y/n let out a wary laugh. “So… What do we talk about ? I mean where do we start?”
Bucky reached out for her hand holding it softly but with a firm grip. “Y/n, did you leave that night because you thought it was a one night stand?”
Y/n glanced up to meet Bucky’s eyes before looking down at their intertwined hands. “Wasn’t it?”
“Doll, I would’ve loved to have woken up next to you and cooked you breakfast.” Bucky shook his head smiling and letting out a laugh. He squeezed her hand for reassurance. “I didn’t view nor did I want it to be a one time thing. What made you think I did?”
Y/n shrugged. “I just thought that was what it was. I enjoyed that night so much. All the dancing, talking and the sex. But I just- look Bucky. I knew who you were then just like I do now. What you do for a living, your reputation. I just figured I was another fling.”
“You were anything but a fling, Y/n.” Bucky stated, scooting closer to her on the couch. It did bring him some relief to know that she already knew about him being a Mob Boss. That took a load off of him slightly, not having to explain that part of his life.
“Why Bucky? What makes me so different?” Y/n questioned still not understanding why she would be any different.
“Everything.”
Y/n shook her head. “You don’t know me.”
“I might not know a lot, but we talked for a long time that night. About a lot, plus I’d like to get to know you.” Buck spoke with a smile on his lips and admiration in his eyes.
“I’d like to get to know you to it’s just-” Y/n didn’t know if now was the right time to tell him or not. They just found each other again.
“What? Is it because of the whole Mob thing?” Bucky asked scooting so close that there things were completely touching. Bucky looked defeated that this could be over before it even started because of his job.
“No, no it’s not that.” Y/n squeezed his hand this time it was her giving the reassurance to him, that the mob thing didn’t bother her. “Buck, there’s a bit of an age difference between us. I think or at least I thought it might bother you or look bad with your reputation.”
“I could give a fuck about what people think. It doesn’t bother me. Not one bit.” Bucky stated leaning his forehead against hers. Bucky noticed that she relaxed but not by much. “Is something else bothering you?”
“Yeah.” she answered meekly.
“What is it?” Buck asked concerned, he wanted her to feel comfortable and not to worry.
“Bucky-”
“Y/n, you can tell me anything.” Bucky cut her off knowing she was gonna try and pass on telling him what was on her mind bothering her.
Y/n let out a sigh, slightly nervous to say her next words. After taking a deep breath she looked him in the eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
Bucky sat there shocked and unmoving for a minute before running his free hand down his face. “Woah.”
“Yeah.” Y/n bit her lip, watching his face closely to see his reaction. But with him being a Mobster and all it was not easy to tell what he was thinking. He had a good poker face.
“H-How far along?” He asked gaining his composure as much as he could.
“5 Months” Y/n answered
“Wow. I know that was a goodnight but damn. Didn’t know it was that good.” Bucky smirked turning his gaze back to her, letting out a airy laugh at Y/n’s surprised expression. “Doll, I’m not upset.”
Y/n nodded stil shocked. “I’m noticing.”
“Its not something I expected to happen this soon or ever. I never thought I’d have kids, but then again I never thought I’d find someone I really wanted to be with in a serious relationship either. Till you.” he smiled admiring the woman infront of him.
“This is all so fast-” Y/n added still reeling from his words and happy reaction.
Bucky could tell that she meant it in more than one way. An he understood. She just found out that she was never a fling to him, he wants a relationship and he’s more than okay with the baby thing. It’s alot. Hell Bucky just found the girl he’s been looking for, found out she thought he just wanted sex, that he is gonna be having a baby. It’s a lot for him to.
“I know, I know but how about this. We get to know each other better, got out on dates, appointments for the baby. All of it. Let’s just go with the flow of things ok? I want to be their for through all this and I want to be round and there for you and the baby.” Bucky didn’t want to push to hard knowing how stressed she must be and with how new all this was. But Bucky did not want to lose her again, and he diffidently didn’t want to lose his baby.
“I’d like that.” Y/n smiled agreeing with his proposal of what they should do.
Bucky smiled back relieved and also excited. Not being able to contain himself he reached up to cup her cheeks, pulling her into a searing kiss. Which Y/n immediately kissed back. Enjoying what she’s missed over the last five months.
Tag:@gruffle1
A/N: This is for @your-highnessmarvel #ChooseYourPuzzle Challenge. Hope you enjoy it!
Characters: Avengers and OFC Katrien
Word Count: >500
Warnings: Language in Groot
Puzzle pieces:
Character: Groot
Weather: Just after a rain storm
Place: In a ballroom
Prompt: “I’m trying to learn Russian, would you please stop.”
Enjoy!
Tags:@official-and-unstable-satan@sweater-daddiesdumbdork
“I am Groot.”
“You’re not gonna grow anything weird.” Katrien shook her head as she watched the tree-being shake himself off. The rain had just stopped, but not before they were drenched running into the building. Katrien took in her surroundings and saw that they had entered a ballroom. At first, she thought they were in the wrong place until she saw Natasha, dressed in a flowing purple gown, talking to Clint who was in a black tuxedo.
“I thought it was odd that Fury told us to wear super formal clothing. I was under the impression that this was just supposed to be a meeting, not a meet and greet.” She looked down at her baby blue dress, thankful that the satin material was shedding the rain water, before looking back to Groot. “Why didn’t you tell me I was wrong?”
“I am Groot.” He replied in a mocking tone.
“Don’t you sass me.” She scolded the teenager.
“I am Groot.”
“Keep that up and I’ll take away all your games.”
“I am Groot.”
“That’s it mister. You will not curse at me. Your games are mine until I feel like giving them back and If you utter another word about it, you’ll never get them back.” He crossed his arms, but didn’t say anything else. “Good. Now then, I guess we should mingle.” They started walking towards Nat and Clint, but were interrupted by a male voice.
“Ah Lady Katrien and Tree. It is so good to see you made it.” She turned to see the God of Thunder, wearing what she assumed was Asgardian formal attire.
“Thor, I didn’t think you would return in time for this. How long have you been back?” She asked her friend.
“I just arrived by the Bifrost only moments ago. I am sorry to end this conversation so quickly, but I must speak with Tony.” He looked around for a minute before catching a glimpse of the billionaire and strode off in that direction.
Katrien looked back to where Natasha stood, now alone, on her phone. As they got closer, Katrien could hear that Nat was speaking in hurried Russian to the person on the other end.
“I am Groot.” Groot began tugging on Katrien’s dress, trying to get her attention. She swatted his arm away, but he continued. “I am Groot. I am Groot.”
“I’m trying to learn Russian, would you please stop.” She turned back to see him pointing to Fury who seemed to be in a heated argument with Thor. Just then Fury turned into Loki and lunged at his brother.
“Of course. Only Loki would send us to a ‘meeting’ in such a formal setting.” Katrien pulled up her skirt and retrieved a knife from the holster on her leg. She took a quick glance around the room to see that everyone else had also drawn their weapons.
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Stephen Strange knew it was impossible to protect Tony Stark’s life from the power of infinity stones so he was trying to save his astral body.
To be honest, Strange wasn’t sure it’s gonna work so he’s a little bit surprised when he sees Stark’s ghost in his kitchen. Tony is rather confused and he doesn’t understand what’s happening.
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The Three Faces of Peter Parker
Moon Knight Inspired
Peter Parker was a normal fifteen-year-old kid, he lived with his aunt, was a top student at school, and had two amazing best friends.
However, his life came to a standstill, when the blackout began.
The first time it happened, Peter woke up in a strange apartment, unable to remember how he got there. When he finally got home, May had hugged him tightly in relief. He had been missing for two days.
The blackouts continued from there, Peter would wake up in strange places, and hours or even days would be missing from his memories.
Overtime, Peter started to have strange dreams, where he would watch someone else’s life through their eyes; Sometimes he was a photographer at the Daily Bugle, other times he was an intern at Oscorp Industries, but most often he was confronting muggers and criminals in dark alleyways.
Searching through his room, Peter found that his dreams were more than just dreams. He found an Oscorp Employee ID badge, addressed to Peter Parker, a camera and checks from the Daily Bugle, also addressed to Peter Parker but strangest of all, the red and blue suit of the vigilante; Spider-Man.
Peter got the answers in the form of two voices in his head; Tobey & Andrew. Three souls tethered together in one body.
Now, Peter, Tobey, and Andrew must work together to unravel the strange web in order to discover who and what brought them together.
Small Characters and other Ideas I have for the IronDad & Spider Son Star Wars Rebels Prompt:
- MJ being a bounty hunter that was hired to hunt down Peter Parker… before she ended up joining the rebellion.
- Ho Yensin was Tony Starks master in the past, the Jedi Knight had found the boy when he was a youngling and taught him the ways of the Jedi.
- Aldrich Killian as The Grand Inquisitor, maybe?
- Ned being like Jai, he met Peter when the padawan was undercover on a mission.
- Norman Osborn as Darth Maul. He gained his power and his dark side from a Sith Holocron that somehow had been found by Peter.
- For the Osborn plot, instead of blinding Tony, he sliced off his arm.
Ooo! I might just make this a story!!! Ideas Welcomed!
In a Galaxy Far Far Away…
AKA IronDad & SpiderSon Star Wars Rebels AU
For years, The Black Order ruled with an iron fist, even since the fall of the Jedi Order. Their ominous presence had diminished any glimmer of hope left from every planet throughout the galaxy.
When Peter Parker was a child, his parents always encouraged him to never give up on hope for a brighter future, and a life of freedom rather than fear. For years, Peter tried to keep his hope alive, but it was hard, especially after his parents were taken away, and he was left alone to survive in the harsh galaxy.
Orphaned and alone, Peter spent years stealing and selling items to the black market just to survive another day. Helplessly watching as his home planet was slowly drained away by The Black Order.
However, destiny often has plans of its own, binding the fates of two people together.
One day, while stealing a crate of blasters for the black market, Peter encounters a small band of rebels that strike up against The Black Order; Pepper Potts, the greatest pilot Peter has ever met, and a skilled sniper shooter. Happy Hogan, a strong soldier with a stoic demeanor. Dum-E, the ships’ droid, and loyal friend. and Tony Stark, the gunslinging leader of the small group.
After joining the group in a special mission, Peter learns that Tony Stark is a former Jedi Master that had survived the great purge, after the rise of the Black Order, Tony and his former team had no choice but to disperse and go into hiding.
However, when Tony senses the force within young Peter Parker, he’ll come out of hiding to train the boy to become a Jedi. But with the new spark of rebellion on the rise, The Black Order will eliminate the Master and Padawan by any means necessary.
Gonna take a break from making Encanto AU’s and dive into an old fandom to present this AU Idea:
IronDad & SpiderSon: Star Wars Rebels AU
Peter Parker, a young orphan boy trying to survive in the ever-changing galaxy.
Tony Stark, a former Jedi Master that was forced into hiding after the great purge.
