Begging for more iron fist your last hcs were exquisite 🙏😩
Iron Fist (Lin Lie) x Reader
a/n: Tysm! I ended up taking way longer to get around to writing this than I thought because I sort of wanted to write the reader as a hero of some kind and I really couldn’t make up my mind as to what. I settled on a hero with psionic based abilities and some expertise in hand to hand combat. I’m still really rusty :’)
Energy collects in your palm before extending to your fingertips. It leaves behind a tingling sensation when you swipe at the foe barreling towards you. They convulse in your corresponding colors for just a moment and stagger as they try to shake off whatever you threw at them. Usually that move was enough to knock the wind out of someone, however this enemy was a mightier size. You’re mentally calculating how much more energy you need to put into your next hit when suddenly a shout of your name takes you away from the fight in front of you, “On your six! More incoming!” There are several heroes on the battlefield with you tonight; you can’t even begin to tell who the voice belonged to.
You instantly ready your stance and hastily try to prepare an attack towards both directions as your original attacker begins picking up speed again. Sweat beads at your forehead as you grit your teeth at the heat crackling at your fingertips. Before you could release you notice a flash of green. Immediately recognizing it as an ally you twist your direction with a shout of your own and fire at the foe hardly a foot away from you now. With the amount of concentrate that hits them they are immediately paralyzed mid swing. You take the advantage and channel a little more energy to accompany your strength for a leg sweep that lands them onto their back. The thud that follows tells you that they won't be getting up for a while.
“Cuttin’ it kind of close there-woah!” You attempt to call out when another enemy tries to dive into you from above. You curse under your breath as your power cascades around your form for some extra punch.
Regardless of the interruption you still gain a response from Iron Fist, “You know I love to make a dramatic entrance.” You can hear the smirk in his voice.
You huff at that before raising your fists in preparation for a closer encounter. You may have dodged the previous attack, however, your fatigue leaves you unable to anticipate how quickly your enemy bounces back for the next onslaught. Raising your arms to block leaves your forearms vulnerable to the attack. The hiss it rips out of you forces you to make a mental note to tweak your hero suit later. Your attacker proves to be unrelenting as you feel yourself slowly closing into the wall behind you. When you fail to find a proper opening you settle for a burst of psionic energy for some pushback. It wasn’t as strong as it could be, but it gave you your opening. With as much as you could muster you land a right hook that sends them falling back. A series of grunts could be heard from both you and your allies as you fight off the last wave of enemies while the rest of your team completes the main objective.
Once the dust begins to settle you wipe a bit of sweat off your brow. It’s not often that you take so many close fights during a mission. You take a moment to lean forward and rest your weight on your knees while you catch your breath. The psionic energy around you quickly dissipates without a second thought. If there are any stragglers you’re positive someone else will take care of it. When you hear the footsteps of a light jog drawing near you, you return to your full height.
“Tired already?” Iron Fist teases upon his approach.
“Pshh,” you continued with a badly disguised pant, “I could go another round or two. We should totally spare after this.” You heave.
This earns you a deep chuckle from him. He could already imagine you falling face first into your bed as soon as you’re back to base. “I told you eating chips and sitting on the couch is not a proper warm-up.” He lectures playfully.
“Yeah yeah.” You wave a dismissive hand at him before rolling your shoulders to achieve a much needed popping sound. You inspect your forearms for a moment to assess the damage. Nothing, a couple of bandages and some antiseptic couldn’t fix, really. Your suit probably took the worst of it as some of the tattered fabric hangs loosely by a thread. You wonder if maybe something armor padded would work for you. A soft hiss takes you out of your thoughts, “That looks like it hurts.” Iron Fist moves to caress your wounds, however, he pauses and takes into account how bloodied his fists have gotten from previous enemies, “Let's get that patched up. I think I saw Luna up ahead with Moon Knight.”
Just then a smug voice rings through the comms in your ear, “Alright we’re all done here. Head to base.” Once you recognize it to be Tony Stark’s voice, you respond upon reflex, “Roger.” Nothing else really required reporting as you mentally kept a head count of everybody on the way back.
“We should still go find Luna.” Iron Fist insisted, although you simply pat his shoulder to ease some of his concern, “I’m fine, Liè, really. I’ll take care of it when we get to base.” You’ve dealt with far worse injuries; you weren’t quite sure what had him so worried. “Plus, I don’t really wanna bother her right now.” With a bit of smugness that could rival Tony’s, you point to Luna further up ahead of you trying to suppress a giggle as the new addition to the team, The Human Torch, tries his luck at flirting with her.
Iron Fist only hums in thought before coming to a quick conclusion, “Come with me.”
You only manage a quizzical, “Okay.” before being pulled into a nearby building that looked like it had seen some better days. When he holds your arms in his hands with such a soft touch, you can’t help but ask, “What’s going on with you?”
Instead of an answer you notice a vibrant green haze slowly fade into view. You peak at the concentration in his face and are enamored by the way the light dances across his features. Your eyes widen when you feel the sting of your injuries begin to subside. You were aware of his healing abilities, yet you were not familiar with the full extent of it. It felt nice. So nice, in fact, you don’t even notice when he’s finished until his eyes flutter open and he asks in a sheepish tone, “How’s that? Better?”
“Oh uh…” you do a quick once-over and to your shock and amusement the injuries have completely disappeared. “Wow…”
“I’m no Adam, but I just thought this would be better than a couple of bandages.” He offers shyly.
You only huff at that and place a hand on his cheek in return, “I feel great, Liè, thank you.” He instantly mirrors your smile and leans into your touch, placing a hand over yours.
After a tender moment his confidence returns, “Care to join me in taking the long way home?” He proposes.
“I’d love to.” You hummed.
Wasting no time he takes your hand and guilds you out towards another side of the building. Unbeknownst to you, he had scoped out possible routes to take with decent scenery. He’d been doing that on most missions and praying the timing would be right. This time he planned on making sure nothing got in his way.
You two spend a majority of the walk gossiping and joking around. You hardly notice how Iron Fist has yet to let go of your hand. Instead you focus on recovering from a laughing fit that manages to sneak up on you. You sigh with a lingering mirth as you take in the sights around you. It has you reminiscing on how the mission went today. Despite the way he jumped in front of your attack, he still managed to save you once again. If he hadn’t you weren’t sure you would have charged a big enough attack in time to stop the enemy from getting a dangerous swing on you. You begin to walk past fewer and fewer buildings. Before you know it nature is all you can see as you walk along a man-made path.
“I meant to thank you earlier.” Your once playful tone turns into something a little more sincere. Iron Fist only turns to you to continue. “For helping me out during the fight. I probably would’ve had more to deal with than a few cuts if it weren’t for you.” Once you find yourselves standing on a fancy bridge, he absentmindedly lets your hand slip from his as you both rest your legs and lean against the railing.
“Yeah, like an earful from Luna about taking on more than you can handle.” Liè chuckles softly.
You laugh in agreement to that. “Well thank you anyways.”
“Of course. Nothings happening to you while I’m around.” You can hear the pride in his voice as he leans closer to you for a little emphasis. Another laugh manages to slip past you at his rather corny response. “My hero.” you jested as you shove him lightheartedly.
He laughs along with you, “Come on I mean it! You’re very special to me,” The way he says your name sends a shiver down your back. He was beginning to sound serious, “Since we started talking you’ve been special to me.”
‘Oh…’ You think to yourself. The way he pauses to remove his mask to properly gauge your reaction doesn't help to quell the sudden excitement you feel. Still, you manage to keep your composure, even as he continues by taking one of your hands in his once more, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
It became evident to you that he needed a bit of a push, “Liè, what are you saying?” Was all you could think to offer him.
“I like you,” He says your name in almost a pleading tone, “For so long I don’t even recall when my feelings for you began.” Heat dusts his cheeks with a faint rose color as he begins to simper. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly at your lack of response. The fact that you haven’t pulled away from him is what grounds him.
“I’m not trying to push you into anything-” He’s quick to add.
You profess, “I like you too.”
“I’d hate for this to ruin-” Iron Fist rattles on.
“Liè, I like you too.” You make an attempt to snap him out of his backpedalling.
“Our friendship… You what?” His eyes widened by a fraction in disbelief.
“I said I like you too.” You can’t help but chortle. Before you can even explain that your delay stemmed from shock you feel him pull you into a searing kiss that both surprised you and made you melt against him. One of your hands moves to caress the back of his head as the kiss deepens. Another hand rests against his bicep as he fails to stifle the soft moan that escapes him in his excitement. When you both pull back you share a loving gaze, “I’ve liked you for some time too. I just never expected you to return the feeling.” You sigh.
“You’ve consumed my every waking thought for months. I don’t think there’s ever been a moment I didn’t feel this way about you-” Liè begins to recount.
“Aww!” The sound freezes you both in place. It was unmistakably Luna Frost. Your eyes darted to the placement of your hand at the back of his head. In the heat of the moment you managed to trigger the communication link in his earpiece. Anyone with their earpiece still in had just heard your heated little display as well as your proclamations. Still frozen, another voice rings through your ear; this time it's deep and awkward, “Ahem, do try to keep this line clear, please.” Richard Reed groans. You could practically feel him through the comms pinching at the bridge of his nose in frustration.
You manage to collect yourselves and separate, however, Iron fist proceeds to sputter, “Yes, uh, copy that.” Before turning off his link with haste. Only after a brief pause do you start to snicker and return to his hold. It takes a moment, but he joins you despite the blush that heavily decorates his features. “That’s one way to get the news out.” He tittered.
“Maybe the wedding invitation will just be a home video.” You bark out a laugh regardless of the choked reaction you gain from such a comment.
“I think Johnny would probably appreciate that.” He has to rest a hand over his stomach as you’re both caught in another laughing fit. He was always fond of your odd sense of humor.
As the laughter finally starts to die down you feel Liè gently pull you into a more chaste kiss. This time, when you pull away, your hands find purchase on either side of his neck. He takes the time to look at you with every ounce of adoration he can muster before sealing the moment with a forehead kiss. With that you journey the rest of the way home, hand in hand.
