Request: Anon- I have been sick with COVID . But reading your stories has helped. Wondering if you could write a story about yelenax reader (romantic or platonic) where Yelena is worried as the reader is in the hospital sick. Thanks!
Word Count: 444
Author: Charlotte
“You can see her for a second, but she does need to rest.”
The nurse tried to speak calmly to Yelena, but she didn’t listen. All that Yelena cared about was getting into the room to see you, having already threatened to end the life of several medical professionals when they refused to let her see you earlier. She barged into the room rushing over to your hospital bed, not caring for anything that got into her way.
She leant down towards you, clasping one of your hands in hers making sure to miss the cannula that was taped down to the reverse of that hand.
“Are you okay?” Yelena asked. “They wouldn’t tell me anything.”
“Have you been causing trouble?” You said with a pained smile causing yourself to cough, sending pain through your body.
You peered over to the nurse, whose face provided you more than enough information on how your girlfriend had reacted in you time since you’d been admitted to the hospital.
“They claim I am not family, but they are able to be persuaded,” she frowned. “I wasn’t going to leave you in this place on your own, especially not without knowing what was going on.”
You mustered up as much energy as you could to squeeze Yelena’s hand to try and reassure her.
“There’s not much to tell yet. They think that it’s to do with my lungs but until I can get in for a scan in the morning, they won’t know. They’ve started running tests so who knows what they’ll find.”
It was annoying to not know what was going on but you already had tubes and wires coming out of everywhere, so you had to trust your doctors and nurses in doing the best for you.
“You were unconscious,” she huffed. “I thought you died.”
“I’m sorry that I scared you-“
“I wasn’t scared.”
Yelena cut you off to correct you, still not capable of accepting any form of weakness about her.
“Sorry,” you said. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I don’t know what happened but thank you for getting me to the hospital so quickly.”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t going to just leave you on the floor.
You attempted to shoot Yelena an unimpressed look but the nasal cannula limited your ability to move your nose.
“Well depending on what it is, I could have died, so I appreciate you saving me and also staying by my side.”
“I’m not going anywhere, no matter what those people say.”
The nurse in the doorway let out a sign, knowing that even if you were an easy patient, Yelena would make things difficult.
Request:@xxxtwilightaxelxxx - Okay heres another one, may I request a Wanda Maximoff one where she comes home from a long mission and when she does it all seems to be quiet which is odd but then she hears her gf yn crying and immediately springs into action ready to defend her gf when it turns out yn is watching something and crying over it, but of course jolts when Wanda appears out of no where, not having received a message. Ends with tired Wanda teasing yn a bit over it while yn gives her all the cuddles she needs and deserves. Please and thank you, hope this is okay
Word Count: 445
Author: Charlotte
Having an avenger as a girlfriend had its highlights and its tribulations. You loved Wanda with all of your heart, but it did mean that she would be away from home often for extended periods of time to go on missions. It was hard to have her gone for so long, often without a certain timeframe along with the dangerous type of job that she did.
You tried your best to make the most of the time that you had alone at home, often getting some extra chores done and some extra reading without distraction. This time you had ended up in a reading block, so settled on a few movies to make your way through. You’d settled done one evening a week or so after Wanda had left and watched a film. You didn’t know what it was about, but it ended up being far sadder than you expected. Tears had tumbled down your face, soaking into the front of your pyjama top as you ugly sobbed throughout the film.
All of your attention had been on the sad scenes on the screen, so intensely that you hadn’t heard Wanda come home, not until she appeared in the living room, red waves extending from her hands as she frantically looked around.
You couldn’t help but scream when she rushed into the room, having not expected to see her that day at all, let alone without hearing her enter the home.
“What’s wrong?” She asked clasping onto your arms. “What happened?”
It took you a second to settle your panicked breathing to figure out what was going on and why she seemed so worried.
“What do you mean?” You questioned.
“Why are you crying?”
Your panic immediately faltered as you giggled at your girlfriend’s expression.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you smiled. “I was watching a sad film.”
The red swirls from her hands disappeared as her eyebrows furrowed whilst she looked down at you.
“I was worried,” she berated. “I don’t see you for a week and come home to hearing you sob; I didn’t know what had happened.”
You opened your arms for her, and she happily obliged, sitting down with you on the sofa in your arms, in a long-missed embrace.
“How was the mission?” You asked, playing with her long reddish-brown hair.
“Tiring,” she sighed. “I am just happy to be home with you.”
She pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before turning her attention to the film that was still playing on the screen. “What are you watching?”
“It’s almost finished, but we can watch another film together?” You offered.
Wanda nodded her head, settling back into the cuddle on the sofa.
Request: Anon- Hi can I request a Clint Barton x reader romantic relationship The reader getting hurt during a mission and then find out she’s pregnant?
Word Count: 452
Author: Charlotte
Clint did as he said and got you out of the building in under the five minutes, he had expected it to take. As soon as he got you into the helicopter, he was demanding every ounce of medical assistance that they could offer for you. Even with him being a worrier and a bit of a hindrance to those trying to help you, they had managed to secure the wound until you could get to the hospital. A myriad of tests was run on you to make sure you were okay before the wound was cleaned and fixed up.
He had stayed by your side the whole time. No matter how many times medical professionals suggested that he go to get a drink or something to eat, he was glued to the seat next to you until you were given a clear bill of health.
With your wound bandaged up and ready to heal on its own, you were redressed in something less blood-sodden and waiting sat on the edge of the hospital bed, legs dangling down, for the doctor to return.
“You need to take it easy,” Clint berated, stopping you from reaching for your handbag an arm’s length on the bed. “You aren’t going back into the field for a long time.”
“No, I don’t,” you sighed. “It’s fine. Give me a week and I’ll be good as new.”
Before he could tell you off, your doctor had returned to your room.
“I have your discharge papers,” the doctor smiled.
“So, is everything okay?” You checked.
The doctor nodded. “Everything came back fine, but there was one thing that we didn’t expect. I’m not sure if you are aware but you are pregnant.”
Everything paused. You had discussed starting a family and although it was something you both wanted, you weren’t on a timeframe nor did you have any direct plans, meaning this pregnancy was wanted but certainly not planned.
“I’m pregnant?” You croaked; your mouth instantly dry. “Was everything okay?”
“Yes, you are, everything seems normal, but we suggest you get an appointment with your obstetrician to make sure.”
The doctor wished you well, heading off to their next patient.
You turned your attention to your husband who had a bright smile on his face. He jumped up as soon as the door closed and scooped you up into a hug, doing his best to avoid hurting your bullet wound.
“We’re having a baby,” he grinned.
“I can’t believe it,” you smiled. “I really can’t believe that I’m pregnant.”
“I’m so happy,” he whispered, his joy overwhelming him and forcing tears into his eyes. “But I promise you aren’t going into the field for a very long time.”
Request: Anon- Hi can I request a Clint Barton x reader romantic relationship The reader getting hurt during a mission and then find out she’s pregnant?
Word Count: 493
Author: Charlotte
You grabbed another arrow from your quiver prepared for your next encounter with anyone. Clint kicked down the next door, leaving you to cover him if any of the HYDRA agents were in the office that you were about to enter. As soon as you saw the HYDRA patch on the uniform, you released your arrow before preparing a second to shoot at the second agent in the room. Both men fell to the floor. You each rushed to one of the agents, taking any weapons, keys or identification from them, knowing that they would likely come in handy.
“See if this works,” you said to your husband, throwing over the key card that you had found in the agent’s shirt pocket.
Clint rushed to the computer whilst you went the opposite way to the door. You closed it, pushing a chair under the handle. It wouldn’t necessarily stop anyone getting in for long, but it would give you enough notice to be able to fight back instead of being caught unawares.
You had originally met Clint when you were training as SHIELD agents, becoming close friends and blossoming a romance. It didn’t take long before you were seasoned agents and married and then became avengers together. He was your partner in life, marriage and work, neither of you doing much without having the other there.
You made your way over to the computer where Clint was working his way to get into it to gain the files that you had been sent for.
“Do we have everything to get in?” You questioned.
“I think so,” he said, half listening but mainly focusing on what he was doing.
For the second you had focused on your husband, you hadn’t paid any attention to the two men that were on the floor. By the time you heard one of them move, you already had a gun pointed at you. You reached for one of the pistols you had taken from them but as you managed to point it back at him and pull the trigger, the bullet had already ripped through your shoulder.
You let out a scream, Clint grabbing hold of you before you could stumble back onto the desk behind you. With you in one arm, he moved to press his communication device.
“Y/N is down,” he shouted. “Medevac now! We’ll be at the west exit in five.”
“No,” you groaned. “I’m fine, we can finish.”
He shook his head. “We’re getting you help, fuck this mission, I’m not losing you.”
You knew that there was no point in arguing with him. You loved Clint dearly, but you knew that he could be stubborn, especially when it came to your wellbeing.
“He had an ankle holster, I didn’t see it,” you grunted. “I’m sorry.”
Clint grabbed anything that he could find before grabbing hold of you to help support you as he would help you get out of the building.
Request:@xxxtwilightaxelxxx - And lastly, a Carol Danvers one where she gets sent a picture of goose wearing a tie and collar from her gf yn and finds it cute, surprised goose let her do it. But when she comes home finds goose now wearing on of those fake lion manes you put over around their heads. Only to find yn has bought various outfits from bowties to booties to full outfits like tuxedos and halloween ones and has been taking pictures and videos of goose to show Carol when she comes back. Of course Carol finding this super cute but even more surprised goose let her do it. Until she assumes that goose really enjoys this and the affection she gets from yn. Okay please and thank you and hope the three ive sent weren’t too long and too detailed lol have a lovely day/evening
Word Count: 467
Author: Charlotte
Having cuddled up with your pet flerken, you had struggled to stay awake, leaving the two of you snuggled up on the sofa and dozing off. With Carol away working somewhere on the other side of the universe, you enjoyed the company of Goose, making the most of the time the two of you got alone. With Carol’s work you rarely knew when she was actually going to come home, her schedule often changing frequently, leaving you pleasantly surprised whenever she did finally return to you.
Today she woke you up. You jumped awake, having fallen asleep with only a flerken in the house, but as soon as you saw Carol’s smile, you realised that it wasn’t someone having broken into your home.
“You’re home,” you lazily smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows, the flerken on your lap stretching out, having also just woken up.
“I finished up early and came home, I should be back for at least the next week,” she stated. “I do have a question though.”
“What?”
Carol looked down at her flerken before looking back up at you. “Why is Goose dressed as a lion?”
Your eyes became wide. You had hoped that Carol wouldn’t have seen the costume that Goose was wearing, normally having it removed before she was even on the same planet as you, but seen as you fell asleep, you hadn’t had a chance to hide it. The orange cat-like creature was contently sat on your lap, a fluffy mane around his face.
“He looks cute,” you smiled innocently. “And I think he likes it.”
“I’m surprised you still have your hands after putting that on him. I can’t believe he let you do that and that he fell asleep in it.”
You moved Goose to the sofa beside you as you made your way around to the side of the sofa.
“I have a little secret to do with what Goose and I get up to when you’re not home.”
You pulled out the box that you had slotted behind the sofa and hidden from your girlfriend since you had been living together. Moving the box onto the arm of the sofa, you opened it, revealing numerous cat-sized costumes and a small stack of photographs. You handed her the pictures.
“I dress him up whenever you’re gone. I didn’t think he’d let me at first, but I think he likes it, or at least he tolerates it,” you shrugged.
Carol flicked through the pictures, looking at Goose dressed up in a variety of different costumes.
“I don’t know whether to be mad that you hid this from me or to be happy at how adorable he is,” she sighed. “But for now you should be relieved that Goose likes you enough to dress him like that.”
Request: Anon- Bucky Barnes and “I love you more than anything in this world” pleas❤️
Word Count: 502
Author: Charlotte
Hospitals rooms were almost like a second home for you. Fighting crime and being a general badass led to regular injuries and as long as you could come out of the hospital at some point it seemed like a win. Whenever you went on missions, you were almost certain to get hurt, so you just hoped for minor injuries but this time it wasn’t as you had wanted. You had been distracted in the midst of a fight that you hadn’t noticed a different person with a gun. The bullet had ripped through your abdomen, leaving you in a pool of your own blood. You had luckily not been alone, and Bucky had been able to take them both out before getting you medical assistance, but past him calling for help, you had lost consciousness.
When you had awoken, the bright lights of the hospital room burned your eyes terribly. Next to you sat Bucky, whilst a woman in a nurse’s uniform stood sorting out the machine that you were hooked up to. You tried to sit up, but both of the people rushed to your side to gently push you back into the bed.
“You need your rest,” the nurse said softly. “You have been given some pretty strong pain medication, so you might feel drowsy or confused. I’ll just go get your doctor to explain everything for you now that you’re awake.”
She shuffled out of the room, leaving you alone with Bucky. He seemed relieved to see you awake, having seen the extent of the damage that the shot had done to you.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
The nurse had been right, your mind seemed like it was in a fog, and you didn’t seem to have any energy to fight off the thoughts that came into your head from escaping out of your mouth.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you smiled, struggling to keep your eyes fully open. “I wouldn’t want anyone else here.”
Bucky didn’t really know what you meant seen as you hadn’t answered his question at all.
“Of course, I wasn’t going to leave you here on your own.”
You lazily held onto his hand, your grip weak and half of your fingers fallen from his palm.
“I love you more than anything in this world,” you whispered.
It had been something you had felt for as long as you had known him but seen as you were unable to control your thoughts, you let yourself say more than you had ever thought you could until you regretted it all when the medication had worn off. Little had you known, he had felt the same, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointed to learn of your feelings now that you weren’t fully there in your mind.
With a pained heart, he gave your hand a tight squeeze. “When you feel better, we can talk about it.”
You nodded your head before your eyelids finally became too heavy for you to fight to keep open.
Request: Anon- Bucky Barnes and “I put everything on hold for you”
Word Count: 1070
Author: Charlotte
As they saying goes ‘tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. You couldn’t have agreed any less with that status. When you first met James Buchanan Barnes, you fell head over heels and your courtship was completely perfect in your eyes. He had a kind and loving heart, and made you feel good about yourself in ways you hadn’t without him. You couldn’t have imagined life without him, not even when he was to head off to war, you felt unstoppable, and would have sworn that he would come home to you, and you only felt that confirmed when he proposed to you before he got on the train to leave for the army.
By no means were you naïve. You knew the dangers of war, even with the main fight far away from you, you were not blind to the damage it was causing but the fog of young love forbade you from thinking that even war could get in the way of the two of you. How blind you had been. He didn’t return to you and the reality of that never truly set in, such an intense pain could not be felt without destroying you. Steve apologised for losing him, for not having done more but you didn’t blame him, you were just grateful that he was safe.
Your life crumbled from that day. Who you had been as the future Mrs Barnes was lost with your fiancé, and you were just left as a shell of the person you once were. You needed a distraction and Steve introduced you to his friend Peggy who was able to find you a job and once he disappeared, you only went deeper into it.
Once the war ended, the rumours of something continuing to rumble under the surface and as people had once believed the research into super soldiers weren’t put on hold. You had nothing else to live for and put yourself forward for being a guinea pig, not caring about what happened to you. You didn’t die though, you suffered the experiments, but you came out as a new you, still damaged by the pain in your heart, still grieving and anger-filled but now with unknown levels of powers. The scientists had put you through strenuous tests after to see what had happened to you, and as your powers became clearer, you did what your fiancé had always done best, fought for the little guy.
You’d never be Captain America, but you were a hero to New York, able to use your powers for good, keeping your head down in fighting crime, never getting close to another person again. One power they hadn’t anticipated was longevity. It wasn’t clear at first, not until everyone around you had aged a decade, and you looked like not a day had passed. With every year it only became clearer that you were still physically in your mid-twenties whilst everyone else continued to age. Over seven decades later, you could only be grateful for having not made connections as those you had grown up with were mainly passed, whilst you looked like you were still in your prime.
It felt like you would be hero for eternity, keeping to yourself but helping all that you could. One night you returned to your small apartment and flicked on the tv to see that Steve Rogers had exited the ice and all the past came back. You didn’t contact him. You couldn’t but after he was making headlines for a few years, you no longer had a choice as he had heard of the woman with powers in his hometown and investigated. He could have never imagined that it would be you. You reconnected reluctantly but dismissed him whenever he mentioned Bucky, not believing him when he told you he was still alive and not willing to let yourself get hurt again.
Steve knew how much you cared about Bucky and wasn’t going to let you continue to dwell in the pain that had consumed you for nearly a century. He invited you to the Avengers Compound, just for a chat, and you agreed, not realising it was a set up. You sat with him sipping at your coffee when the door behind Steve opened, revealing the man you had mourned for longer than you had been by his side.
“Bucky,” you croaked, the mug from your hand dropping, shattering onto the ground below you.
“Y/N,” he said, a pained smile curling onto his lips.
Every emotion that you had tried to bury deep down within you all that time ago reappeared and you lost all control that you had tried to cling onto. You pushed your chair away from the table, storming over towards the man you had never believed that you would see again.
“I thought you were dead,” you shouted. “I thought that I would never see you again. I put everything on hold for you.”
Bucky and Steve exchanged a look, having not had any idea that you would react like this, not knowing why you would shout at him.
“I have never stopped loving you,” you said, still shouting but tears beginning to fall down your cheek. “I could never stop loving you.”
As the sorrow you had tried to hide for so long surged from within you, Bucky reached out a hand to gently touch your shoulder, forcing you to make eye contact with him, both of you in tears.
“I’ve always loved you, doll,” he smiled tearfully.
You let yourself break, falling into his arms, in a tight, long missed embrace. The two of you stood entwined together for longer than normal, neither of you wanting to let go of the one thing that had been missing from you. The hug stretched on as Bucky guided his hands down your arms to hold onto your own hands, but paused when he felt something on your finger. He looked down at the small stone sitting on a simple band that had not been removed since he had placed it there all those years ago.
“You still have your ring,” he whispered, surprised that you had kept it for so long.
You shrugged your shoulders. “Getting cold feet after all this time, Barnes?”
A small laugh escaped him.
“I still stick by making you my wife even after the longest engagement.”
peter parker + letter H from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous
pairing:peter parker x reader
theme:hurt/comfort
warnings:minor feelings of neglect
fandom:marvel
Peter Parker was a busy guy. Not only was he juggling school and helping his aunt out but he also had a side job that only a few people knew about. That side job being that he was the local web slinger that all of New York knew about, Spider-Man.
Because of how much time Peter had to dedicate to being a superhero, not only was he overworking himself but he was neglecting you. When you first started feeling lonely you didn’t bring it up, feeling guilty for demanding Peter’s time when he was busy saving others. However as of late it was becoming unbearable.
Recently you finally broke down. You and Peter were sitting on one of New York’s many rooftops. Peter offhandedly mentioned how it’s been a while since the two of you got to hang out like this and that’s when it slipped out. “Yeah, I missed you. I thought you forgot about me for a second”.
Blinking in surprise, Peter asked what you meant by that last part. Immediately you wanted to hit yourself for your loose lips. Hesitating, you weren’t sure whether or not you should vent or not but the longer Peter stares at you, the more you feel like you need to speak your mind.
“It’s not that I just miss you because you’re always Spider-Man” you confess, fiddling with the strings of the hoodie that you borrowed from Peter. “I also worry that you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Heroes deserve breaks too, you know?”.
This must have been the first time Peter realized that you were feeling this way. He thought that his efforts were only exhausting himself but now it was clear that he was not only hurting himself but you too.
You can tell that there’s guilt rising in Peter’s chest. Before you can take back what you said Peter’s shifting toward you to give you a hug. “You’re right,” Peter sighs. “I should take some time off. Would you spend it with me?”.
A soft smile forms on your lips at that. “Of course I will”.
carol danvers + letter I from the fanfic alphabet for @fangirlsarah16
pairing:carol danvers x reader
theme:intoxication/drunken confession
warnings:drinking
fandom:marvel
It wasn’t uncommon for you, Maria, and Carol to go out for drinks. In fact you did this whenever you got time off the airbase and Maria managed to find someone to babysit Monica. Tonight was karaoke night at your favourite bar and naturally the three of you took advantage.
You had had a couple drinks but nothing too crazy. Carol on the other hand was plastered. You couldn’t really blame her. She had just gotten a huge promotion and now she was celebrating. So you let your friend do her thing.
At this point Carol was so drunk that she was now volunteering to sing for the crowd. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to contain your giggles as you watched Carol climb to the stage. Maria is also shaking her head with an amused smile on her lips. “Oh here we go”.
“Hello everyone!” Carol slurs into the microphone once it’s handed to her. This was definitely going to be an interesting show. “I’m dedicating this song to the love of my life, [Y/N]”.
That last part takes you off guard. Your eyes are still wide in surprise when Queen’s “I Was Born To Love You” starts playing and Carol begins singing alone. What did she mean by the love of her life? You and Carol were friends, not dating or anything. Was this a joke? Because you seriously weren’t laughing.
Confused, you turn to Maria who’s wincing at Carol’s mistake. “Um, I don’t think this is how she wanted to tell you that she’s fallen for you” Maria laughs awkwardly. “Let’s both agree not to ask her about this until she’s sobered up. Then she’ll be able to confess to you properly”.
Meanwhile Carol is still shouting the heartfelt lyrics in the background. “I was born to love you. With every single beat of my heart. Yes, I was born to take care of you, honey. Every single day of my life”.
Summary: An early morning mission takes Tony away from you for most of the day, so you occupy your time until he comes home safe.
Word Count: 1,426
Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, very minor angst, mostly just domestic fluff
It was still early, only a little after eight in the morning, though it felt so much later because you’d been up on and off all night. Though you doubted your husband had even been to bed at all. Tony’s side of the bed had been empty every single time your unborn baby had woken you and demanded you use the bathroom. Just like Tony knew how to push your buttons, his baby knew how to push on your bladder.
After one last attempt at going back to sleep, you were next woken by Tony’s soft whisper in your ear. “Romanoff has some intel. HYDRA related. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Once he acknowledged that you’d been awake enough to hear him, he left the bedroom, but you weren’t about to let him go so easily.
Having decided sleep would be evading you for some time, you sat up and stretched before waddling out to the kitchen where you smelled Tony making himself a cup of coffee before he left. “You shouldn’t tease me like that, Stark. You know I can’t have coffee in the mornings anymore, now the kitchen is going to smell like that all day.”
“You didn’t have to get up,” he replied, more concerned for your well-being and the baby’s than your pouting over his caffeine intake.
“Sleep was useless anyways. You know how it is, especially since I hit my third trimester.”
Tony nodded once and took a sip of his coffee. You looked on with envy. How you missed your morning dose of caffeine, but it wouldn’t be too long now before you could have it again. You spent a few minutes there together in silence, you having taken a seat at the kitchen island as Tony stood next to you, leaning himself against the counter top. It was only when he sat down his mug that either of you uttered another word.
“Promise me you’ll come back safe,” you broached.
“Don’t I always,” Tony quipped, his natural self confidence sparking to life after the hit of caffeine kicked in.
“I mean it. I’m carrying your child here, Tony, and I don’t want it to be fatherless before it’s even born.”
“I promise I’ll be careful. Should be a simple mission. It’s not universe threatening or anything.” Despite his reassurance, you couldn’t help but worry. Though, you knew that was the best you were going to get from him. With a quick peck on the lips, Tony bid you goodbye. You watched him until he was out of sight and then licked your lips, the taste of his coffee subtly lingering on them, only giving you a ghost of a taste of the beverage you missed so much. And even that was gone almost as soon as he was.
You spent your day doing some light housework, dusting mostly, as that didn’t require too much strenuous work. Sitting doing nothing all day only caused you to worry about Tony more, so you had to keep busy somehow, while also not overworking yourself.
A little after midday, you had to stop what you were doing, for an unexpected wave of pain hit you. The suddenness of it knocked the breath from your lungs and you had to prop yourself up with a hand on the kitchen counter. You were just about to stop for lunch when it happened. Naturally, a thousand things ran through your mind. You recalled the day’s date, and calculated how long it was until you were due, and it was still a couple weeks. Though that didn’t stop you from worrying that the baby was going to come early and Tony wasn’t even here.
As another pain washed over you several minutes later, though a lesser one than before, you really got worried. You were about to have this baby and your shithead of a husband was out being a hero when he should be here with you. As the pain passed, you realized that was unfair of you. He was just trying to keep the world safe for you and for everyone. Besides, you didn’t even know for sure if you were in labor or not. Even if you were, it was hardly his fault. You grabbed a small snack and walked yourself to the couch, letting yourself rest and hoping the pains would pass.
Within an hour, you were back to normal. Too much walking around trying not to worry about Tony must have done it. Between the exercise and the stress, you overworked yourself. Looks like you’d be keeping your feet up until Tony finally got home.
After the pains had long passed, you ate your snack, thankful you’d grabbed it so as to not have to get back up and make a proper meal at the moment. Once it was gone, you nodded off not long after, having been more tired than you realized.
“I made it home in one piece. More or less.” These were the first words you heard followed by the door shutting behind Tony as he came back home. You opened your eyes to the twilight sky out the window before casting your eyes over to focus on the clock. You’d been asleep on the couch for the last six or so hours. You felt a bit of a crick in your neck, but all things considered, it could be worse. At least you’d gotten some rest.
You sat up and cast a glance over your shoulder where Tony was already rifling for something in the fridge. You got up and went over to him. “How’s my favorite superhero,” you asked, happy to see him safe and sound.
“No worse for wear than usual,” he replied.
“So terrible then,” you joked.
“Funny. I see you haven’t lost your sense of humor since I left.” You smiled at him as he pulled some leftovers out of the fridge. “How’ve you been?”
“Fine. Thought I was in labor for a while, but it was just Braxton Hicks. Dusting and worrying about you obviously wasn’t good for me, but I sat down and everything went back to normal.”
“You should have called,” Tony said, downing a shot of something he’d poured himself while you were getting up. He seemed to purposely be keeping you on his right side, and he was a fool if he thought you wouldn’t notice. Before he could protest more about not contacting him, even if it hadn’t been an emergency, the microwave beeped. You stopped him short of reaching for the handle of it and took Tony’s face into your hand and turned it to see his left side. Sure enough, there was a small cut on his cheek.
“Did you even get this seen to,” you asked, knowing full well that he didn’t.
“It’s a scratch,” Tony argued, not wanting you to have to go to any trouble to fix him up.
“A scratch that needs to be properly cleaned and bandaged. Eat. I’ll get the first aid kit. And save me a few bites why don’t you?” You wandered off to the bathroom, procuring the first aid kit and came back out to your stubborn husband. Tony held still as you cleaned the small cut and put a bandaid over it. It really wasn’t all that bad, you’d seen him come home with much worse, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t still get infected.
He passed you the container of leftovers when you’d finished patching him up and you ate what was left. “You planning on coming to bed tonight,” you asked him as you got up to put the container in the sink.
“If I don’t fall asleep on this counter first,” he quipped.
“Come on,” you urged, deciding for the both of you that it was bedtime. You both spent a few minutes doing everything that was necessary before getting under the covers and letting your bodies relax after the day you’d both had. Tony looked exhausted, as he should be with no sleep followed by a half day long mission. You think he’s going to be asleep by the time you even make it to bed, but he’s not. Though he’s barely got his eyes open he puts his arm over you as you get into bed. He’s about to nod off when he sleepily says, “You know, you’re the real superhero.”
You crack a smile and whisper back, “I know. I love you too, Tony.” By the time you’d gotten the words out, he was already asleep.
Lately I’ve been more into writing headcanon than one shots so here we gooooo
Thor had a hard time understanding concept of video games, you tried your best to explain it to him
If you’re one of those gamers who like having their room full of led lights, Thor’s gonna love it
Believe me or not, but he finds your lights pretty comforting
Thor really liked to watch you play, even though he wasn’t understanding too much how it worked
It would be lie if he would say that he wasn’t fascinated by it
He asked you if he could try playing, of course you agreed
You asked which game he wanted to play, when he answered, you turned it on and turned on tutorial for him, so he could understand how it works and what he has to do
Of course you were telling him what to do and how (idk why but I see Thor trying Overwatch)
Let’s stay with the idea that he plays Overwatch
You tell him to go to the training area, so he can try his best with the characters he’s interested in
I feel like he could go for chosing Brigitte, Torbjörn or Reinhardt, but of course he tried others characters too, because he was interested in their abilities and skills
Thor had a lot of fun
Watching him play against others was funny
“How dare you attack God of Thunder?!”
At some point you were scared that he would destroy your gaming equipment
Luckily he didn’t
After playing for the first time, he wanted more
He really liked Overwatch, but wanted to try other games too, so without thinking much you introduced him to other games
Horror, adventure, role play, strategy, genre don’t matter, Thor wanted to try them all
His favorites are Overwatch, Minecraft and Witcher
Sometimes you two would play Minecraft and Overwatch together
In second game you would play against each other or together, depending on mood
When you’re playing on your own or with your friends, he likes to sit in the same room with you, but always ask if you’re okay with it
Being a twitch streamer and dating Thor
He always helps you with getting everything ready
Brings you snacks or anything you to drinks (besides alcohol) when you need
He likes spending time in your room with you during streams
Your audience loves him, he’s sweet and always says “hi” to them
He happens to read what people say in chat to him, sometimes even complementing him and he just chuckles and thanks
Sometimes you two play on streams, together or against each other, depends on game
Playing against each other looks basically like “The lower cleans the house” and etc.
He helps you clean after stream if you’ve made a mess
Some people in your chat split up into two teams when you two play games, one being on your side, one on your boyfriend’s
It’s not harmful or anything, it’s playful
Some people say Thor should make his own twitch account, but he has no interest in having one
requested by: anon warnings: violence, swearing, some description of injuries but nothing major this is a soulmate!au with the whole colour shebang thing. monochrome vision to colour after meeting your soulmate kinda shit. enjoy <3
You threw up your hands, creating a barrier between yourself and the crumbling structure of what used to be a clocktower. The force of the falling rubble made you grit your teeth, but wasn’t anything too uncomfortable for you to handle. With a defiant shove, you pushed the barrier upward, following behind before flying to the man behind it all. He, like all things, was in shades of white and black. His costume was pretty plain, compared to some of the ‘interesting’ designs you’d come across. Not like you could talk, your suit was made of a bullet, fire and weather proof polymer, with a cape to aid in aerodynamics. Your best friend by day and tech/super hero stylist by night had designed it and may have illegally stolen the material from her lab at Stark Industries. Your mask covered the majority of your face, only your mouth was exposed.
You had specified to her that the costume be black and white, as she (unlike you) had found her soulmate. Jenny was absolutely delightful and now the two of them could see the full range of colours that filled the lives of those lucky enough to find their other half. Meaning they were what stood between your costume looking ridiculous or badass.
“You’ll never defeat the likes of CORRUPTION CLAW!” He declared from his perch on the nearby building, his nefarious tech surrounding him, most of it actually stolen from the man of Iron, but you couldn’t tell Corruption Claw that. “There’s no point in trying to stop me, I’ve already won!” He cackled.
With a roll of your eyes, you sent a strong blast of energy towards him. He ducked to safety, but his tech was obliterated to the point that it was laughable.
You landed on the platform, lifting the man by his costume’s collar like a sack of potatoes, he tried to fight back, going as far as to spit in your face. You remained unfazed, while your best friend was screaming profanities at Corruption Claw down the comm line. Most of their words being about how the spitting was highly unhygienic. He tilted his head back, to do it again. But you slammed your forehead into his face, his nose making a satisfying crunch before he started wailing.
“AH FUCKING HELL! I think you broke my nose!”
“I’m sure the medical staff at the prison you’ll be sent to will be able to sort that out for you.” You reply, starting to drag him of the platform to deliver him to the proper authorities. But his sudden laughter that reminded you of the creepy children in every horror movie made you freeze. “What?”
“You didn’t think I had a contingency plan did you?”
“Wha—” But his contingency rammed it’s into your chest, sending you flying through the air. The head of the missile pushing you further and further away from Corruption Claw. Who by now was most likely making a dastardly escape. After the initial shock of being hit by a literal missile wore off, you composed yourself and attempted to change it’s direction. Using all your strength, the missile started to get higher into the atmosphere. But what you didn’t take into consideration was the possibility that it had a countdown to detonation.
The force of the detonation and shrapnel that speared itself into your body sent you hurling from the sky unconscious. Your body spun as it hurled towards the ground, but as your imminent impact with the ground raced towards your body, you regained just enough control to direct yourself through the roof of some manor and through the first two floors before stopping at what was most likely the ground floor. You were aware of the crater that your impact had made on the flooring, in the future you would cringe when thinking how much it would cost to fix it.
Groaning, you managed to pull yourself up, but couldn’t manage to fly out of there. Your mask had been partially wrecked in the explosion, half of it now only remained, deciding that it was of no use now you pulled it off your face. Your ribcage felt as if someone had tried to use it as a xylophone. So you had to settle for uneasy staggering with a large side of pained grunts. You had managed to move about a foot away from your crater before you heard flaps from the upper levels. In your dazed confusion, it hadn’t occurred to you that someone might be home. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to explain to the owner why they now had a multi level skylight and designer superhero shaped hole in their floor. But then the realisation that it might have been Corruption Claw hit you and you spun around, mustering the most heroic face you could.
Only to be met with a floating cape. Confusion took hold of you once more, your defensive stance slackening in awe of the cape. You couldn’t explain it, but it seemed almost sentient. You tilted your head to the side, the collar of the cape copied the action simultaneously. It was incredibly unprofessional but you couldn’t help but giggle at it. Rather than seeing it as a threat it sort of reminded you of a puppy. You extended your arm to touch the fabric, but before your gloved fingers could make contact, you were thrown into the wall by a grey glow. And then a strangely clothed man, who was now cloaked by the sentient accessory floats down. Strange glowing symbols surrounded him, his stance was on the offensive, ready to attack her. He was rather attractive if she had to admit it to herself, she quite liked his goatee, but in that moment her attention wasn’t exactly focused on his facial grooming.
“Who are you and what business do you have here?” He demanded to know, his tone unflinchingly threatening. You raised an eyebrow, not that impressed with his whole aesthetic he had going on.
“Okay, Mr Glowy Lights. I just got thrown out of the sky by a literal missile so I’m not really interested in your whole thing you got going.” He too didn’t look impressed by your response, the symbols intensifying, his hands began twirling, the symbols beginning to morph with the movement of his hands. Groaning out of annoyance you prepared to fight back, not able to keep a pained gasp quiet in front of the wizard man guy.
Then suddenly he was on top of you, the pair of you cursed at the sudden collision. It was then that you realised your movement was restricted by some unknown force. It had you in a deadlock against the owner of the manor, uncomfortably close you would specify. As you tried to break free you noticed that the man’s cloak was what had them wrapped together, but from the look on his face, he hadn’t planned on it to do this. It was almost funny, and you couldn’t help but have a ghost of a smile on your face.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, just that you don’t have control of your accessories…”
“The Cloak of Levitation is notan accessory.”
“Sure, buddy. If you know so much about it, why don’t you make it unwrap us?” His silence not only proved your statement, but was oh, so satisfying. The frown on the stranger’s face was almost adorably grumpy.
“I knew it! Okay, why don’t you try to move your arm so I can—” You began to advise, but were interrupted by his forehead smacking into your own rather harshly. Swearing loudly, you couldn’t help but close your eyes due to the sudden pain. But were taken off guard by the guy’s strangled gasp. Opening them slightly, your own gasp escaped your lips.
There were so many, more than you thought was possible. You had always been told by your parents that colours had an almost infinite amount, but you had always thought they had just sat it to make you more determined to find your soulmate…The wizard. Looking up into his eyes, they were beautiful, you didn’t know what the colour was called, but it was possibly your favourite. His hair was dark, with the sides partially greying. You quickly studied all his features, wanting to know everything about him as an unbridled joy filled your being.
“Who are you?” You asked after realising you still didn’t know his name.
“Doctor Strange.”
“Your really going to give me your alter ego?”
“No—I’m—My last name is Strange and I’m a doctor.”
“Okay…” You chuckled, he too chuckled, it was something you would make sure to hear every day from that moment. You then realised that the cape hadn’t been holding you together anymore, but he and you hadn’t noticed while being lost in each other’s presence. “Looks like your ‘Cloak of Levitation’ is a really good wingman.”
“Why did you use air quotes?”
“Hmm?”
“You used air quotes when calling it the Cloak of Levitation.”
“Seems like a weird name for a cape. It looks more like a Bob to me.”
“You did not just name the Cloak of Levitation Bob!” You shrugged your shoulders, his face was twisted in a look of annoyance in bewilderment. Taking a step back, the world suddenly went sideways and the burrito you’d had for breakfast started to head back up your oesophagus. Before you hit the ground, his arms caught you, leaving you in a pose that felt like it was straight out of a 90’s rom-com. “I think you might have a concussion. I don’t think you should leave just yet.”
“Are you trying to keep me here, Doctor?” You flirted and batted your eyes at your soulmate, still quietly marvelling at all the colours that you now got to experience thanks to him.
“Stephen. And… partially. I still have to honour the Hippocratic oath, it’s just a coincidence that you happen to be my soulmate.” He explained nonchalantly yet had a smirk growing on his face. Your face gradually came closer to his, your eyes almost exclusively focused on his lips. Just as they were about to connect a familiar voice caused you and Stephen to part.
“Um, hello? Are you there? You’ve been radio silent for a while. And if your suit is ruined in any way I’M GOING TO REACH DOWN THE COMM AND CHOKE YOU OUT BECAUSE THAT MATERIAL IS WORTH ABOUT A ZILLION DOLLARS AND I DID NOT COMMIT A FELONY FOR YOU TO GET IT BLOWN UP!” You almost pulled the comm out of your ear, they were so loud at the other end. Their threat sent a chill up your spine, as you knew they would follow through if the suit had been ruined. But thankfully, the shrapnel, explosion and falling through two levels of flooring had only lead to some slight tearing.
“Uh, yeah I’m fine by the way and so’s the suit.”
“I SWEAR I’M GONNA MURDE—Cool, why the silence then?” You couldn’t help but glance at Stephan after the question, he smiled at you but he looked painfully awkward. Had probably overheard the entire thing.
“Let’s just say I got a little tied up.” You replied, eyes connecting with Stephen’s, and couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t wait to get to know more about him. And by the look on his face, he wanted the same thing too.
Lately I’ve been more into writing headcanon than one shots so here we gooooo
Thor had a hard time understanding concept of video games, you tried your best to explain it to him
If you’re one of those gamers who like having their room full of led lights, Thor’s gonna love it
Believe me or not, but he finds your lights pretty comforting
Thor really liked to watch you play, even though he wasn’t understanding too much how it worked
It would be lie if he would say that he wasn’t fascinated by it
He asked you if he could try playing, of course you agreed
You asked which game he wanted to play, when he answered, you turned it on and turned on tutorial for him, so he could understand how it works and what he has to do
Of course you were telling him what to do and how (idk why but I see Thor trying Overwatch)
Let’s stay with the idea that he plays Overwatch
You tell him to go to the training area, so he can try his best with the characters he’s interested in
I feel like he could go for chosing Brigitte, Torbjörn or Reinhardt, but of course he tried others characters too, because he was interested in their abilities and skills
Thor had a lot of fun
Watching him play against others was funny
“How dare you attack God of Thunder?!”
At some point you were scared that he would destroy your gaming equipment
Luckily he didn’t
After playing for the first time, he wanted more
He really liked Overwatch, but wanted to try other games too, so without thinking much you introduced him to other games
Horror, adventure, role play, strategy, genre don’t matter, Thor wanted to try them all
His favorites are Overwatch, Minecraft and Witcher
Sometimes you two would play Minecraft and Overwatch together
In second game you would play against each other or together, depending on mood
When you’re playing on your own or with your friends, he likes to sit in the same room with you, but always ask if you’re okay with it
Being a twitch streamer and dating Thor
He always helps you with getting everything ready
Brings you snacks or anything you to drinks (besides alcohol) when you need
He likes spending time in your room with you during streams
Your audience loves him, he’s sweet and always says “hi” to them
He happens to read what people say in chat to him, sometimes even complementing him and he just chuckles and thanks
Sometimes you two play on streams, together or against each other, depends on game
Playing against each other looks basically like “The lower cleans the house” and etc.
He helps you clean after stream if you’ve made a mess
Some people in your chat split up into two teams when you two play games, one being on your side, one on your boyfriend’s
It’s not harmful or anything, it’s playful
Some people say Thor should make his own twitch account, but he has no interest in having one
