Series summary: Your relationship with yourself was coming to an end so finally you decided to explore your true self.
word count: 1.3k
Chapter paring: black!reader x Natasha, black!reader Tony
Warnings: 18+ content, minors do not interact, explicit language, sexual content, smut
A/N: This is my first time posting something here on tumblr, please let me know what do you think (english is not my native language so if you notice any grammar or spelling mistake please let me know)
The interview with Natasha continued as nothing happened, she explained how they worked and what you would have to do.
She was really serious when she told that she cared a lot about the well-being of her employer there are periodical gynecological and blood exams, there is also the presence of a psychologist, and all of this is offered by the company.
“So tell me, what do you think?” she asked you at the end “Are you one of us?”
At the question, your eyes met hers looking for reassurance and that was what you found, her green eyes told you everything you needed.
“I’m in”
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A sigh felt your lips as you throw yourself on the couch, your mind couldn't stop brooding about the events of a few hours ago, the anxiety and tension at first and then my cry, the way Natasha understood me so well, and then the kiss.
This felt so surreal.
You bite your lips replaying the kiss on your mind, the way her warm lips felt on yours and the way your skin burned under her touch like what we were doing was erroneous, you liked it, no, you loved it, your core trembled to imagine what could have happened if you didn’t stop.
The phone’s ringing brought you back to reality, picking it up you noticed that it was your mother, annoyed you answered.
“Hi mum”
“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” from her tone you could already tell where this conversation was going to end.
“I’m good mum, what about you? and dad, how is he?”
“We all doing well thanks to god” the both of us became quiet,
“So…” she speaks again “something new to tell me?”
Here we go again.
“Mum..” your eyes closed in annoyance.
“Dear you know that I care about you and your future”
“We already talked about this mum, please” you didn’t want to discuss this again, you already made clear what your thoughts were but she couldn’t understand you at all so what was the point of trying again.
“Y/N, you need to consider again returning to college, you were and still are a brilliant student, you don’t want to throw away your life like this”
“So do you know what I want? Mum, if you understood me for real we would have never had this type of conversation but here we are” your tone was getting angrier and angrier.
“Y/N, I just want the best for you” she tried to sound nice but could hear the disappointment in her voice. “look at your sister, she’s almost finished her studies and she’s younger than you.” tears filled your eyes as frustration sprinted all over your body.
“Mum I need to go,” you said rapidly
“Wait -” she tried to say something but you ended the call and threw your phone on the other side of the couch.
You hated when your mother started to talk like that, you already disliked yourself for having such a chaotic mind.
She was right you were good in college, my grades weren’t excellent but reasonable, in addition, you were the first child and this added so many expectations from all my relatives and friends who always said that you going to be an amazing lawyer and many other things, so I believed them continued my studies in that rank feeling like it was the right thing to do.
But it wasn’t.
In the first month, you already felt overwhelmed by the pressure of not being enough motivated, not having perfect grades, not being
I've never been enough.
Not for school, not for my parents even for myself.
The phone ringing made you groan, you didn’t even check who was calling because you already knew who it was.
"Mum please don't -" your voice cracked when you heard who was on the other side of the line.
"Well, hello to you too"
“Miss Romanoff...” you mumbled embarrassed as soon as you recognized her voice
“Well I’d say that ‘mum’ is quite excessive, I prefer being called mummy ”
My whole body was on fire, your mind didn’t have time to process the fact that on the phone was Natasha and not your mother and then she just said something like that.
Your throw went dry as you tried to formulate a reply that made sense but all that came out was a complex of weird noises.
"Sweetheart, are you there?” she sounded a little worried now.
“Yes, I’m here” I managed to reply.
“Great” her voice relaxed, “I called you because this Friday we are having a party with all the employees of the company, I would really appreciate your presence, ”
My body froze once again, the thought of meeting all of those professionals, the thought of being the new one, the thought of being inappropriate, all of this in my head…
“I don’t know, you sure? I don’t want to be out of place”
“Are you kidding me? This is your occasion to know everybody, even the ones you’re going to work with so I think this is better for you baby, and don’t worry I’ll be there too”
“Then I think I have to look for a dress for the night”
“Don’t worry about that I already have everything settled, you just have to show up at the address I’m sending you at 8 p.m alright?”
Soon the call ended and I was alone again with my thoughts.
What the hell am I doing?
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Friday arrived really quickly and you found yourself in front of the mirror looking at your reflection, the dress that Natasha picked for you fitted you perfectly, it was a Bordeaux colored dress that embraced your body in the right places showing your curves, it reached the mid of thigh, the V neck showed some cleavage but not too much even though you felt a little bit exposed. But once you get your makeup and hair done your confidence started to make its way into you.
“You got this” you said to yourself, with that you took your purse and coat and moved downstairs once reached the floor you got the notification on your phone that your uber arrived.
Not so loud music reached your ears as soon as you entered the room, your eyes couldn’t stop moving around, everything ends everyone was so beautiful, just by being in there you could’ve felt some kind of magic.
You were so deep in your thoughts that didn’t notice Natasha’s presence until she touched your shoulder.
“You look amazing y/n” a soft smile was placed on her visage, she was breathtaking, she wore a silk black dress that reached just above her ankle, simple but on her was the most beautiful dress she ever saw.
“Thank you, in particular for the dress, it’s beautiful, you didn’t have to do it” you couldn’t even think about how much it could’ve cost.
“Don’t worry about it, it was a pleasure, and I’m more than happy that you like it” how could a woman be so fascinating, while she spoke you couldn’t stop looking at the way her lips moved,
you would've loved to kiss her again. “C’mon let me introduce the others” her hand on your back pushed you more into the room.
The night was going better than you imagined, Natasha’s presence helped you open up a little, she made you meet different figures of the agency, such as producers and cinematographers.
“You never get one wrong, you always find the most beautiful women” one of them said checking you out, you knew that in any other circumstance you would’ve felt discomfort and some kind of disgust but at that moment you only felt great and desired, you absolutely loved that feeling.
“Well, I’d say I have a good taste” Natasha’s eyes met mines just before her glace reached your lips.
“I’m very disappointed on you Nat” a male voice from your back made you two turn around.
“What is it this time Tony?” her voice came out playful and at the same time a little bit annoyed.
“I don’t know” he looked between me and her “maybe the fact you didn’t introduce me to this beauty” he continued taking my hand kissing it.
“Well, y/n l/n. Let me introduce to you Tony Stark, your first coworker.”
The Ballerina Life (part 1) - Platonic!Tony Stark x child!reader
Pairing: Platonic!Tony Stark x child!reader
reader is probably Peter's age
Warnings: Minor eating disorder, parent neglect,
part 2
masterlist
“Dad?” Y/n called out.
Tony didn’t make any form of acknowledgement to his child calling him, instead, he continued to fix his suits. Y/n was used to not being noticed by their dad, after all, they hated science, couldn’t even name 10 periodic elements. Instead, they played violin and did ballet. Y/n plastered a fake smile on their face to hide their disappointment and went to go and put the tickets for their ballet recital on the fridge. They opened the pantry and went to grab a bag of crisps, then looked down at their stomach and thought,
‘Maybe Madame D'Aboville was right, I am getting fat, maybe I’ll just have a water.’
So they closed the pantry and went to go remind their dad of their ballet recital tomorrow.
“Dad? Do you have a second?” Y/n asked, entering his lab.
“Is it urgent?” He replied.
“Well its just to remind you about my recital, you are coming right?”
He looked up at them then looked back down at whatever project he was doing this time.”Uh, yeah yeah I’ll come, what time is it at?”
“Its at seven, seven pm” Y/n replied.
“Yeah, I’ll be able to come, now go do your homework, or something”
“Love you Dad”
“Yeah Yeah, get out of the my lab”
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“Hey kid, what’s wrong?”
Y/n turned to look at Steve.
“Its nothing, I’m going to go train.” Y/n said, getting up from their lounging position on the couch.
Steve eyed them carefully but let her go nonetheless.
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Y/n got changed into a muscle tee and a pair of sweatpants. Standing in front of the mirror, they saw that their waist was wider than they last checked. They huffed and googled a waist shrinking workout on youtube. Y/n memorised the tutorial, grabbed their towel and water bottle, and left the room.
Y/n soon arrived at the training room and began doing their workout that they had previously planned. After doing this workout, they went onto the treadmill, deciding that it would help them burn calories.
They’d been running for about 2 hours, and Y/n decided it was time to train ballet.
“JARVIS, can you please notify the Avengers that I’ll be eating after practicing ballet?”
“Of course Y/n, sending notification the the Avengers... now.” The AI responded, not missing a beat.
“Thank you JARVIS”
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After practicing her ballet, Y/n went straight to their bedroom to have a shower in their en suite. They stripped themself of their workout clothes and entered the expensive shower.
Y/n finished their shower and was brushing their hair when they heard laughter coming from the lab.
‘Probably Dad and Peter laughing at cat memes again’ They thought.
Y/n walked out of their en suite in a towel and grabbed their blue stitch onesie and put it on. The zipped it up and climbed into their bed. Y/n covered themselves with the f/c duvet and grabbed f/b from their night stand.
‘Just a normal day in my life’ they thought, retiring for the night.
S.S: Here’s another one I wrote a while ago. Again probably a little cringey, most of my writing is to me at least, BUT I hope that you like it so enjoy!! Also I changed the perspective of the story so let me know if you like it better!!
Warnings: Mentions of injury, bleeding, a little bit of angst, fluff!
Word Count: 2,366 (its alittle longer than my others, let me know if you want longer stories!)
“Alright team, it’s basic infiltration,” Cap started. “We get what we need and get out. But be prepared for surprises. Without Bruce we don't have as much brawn, or a doctor on board so be careful. Understood?” Everyone around the table in the helicarrier nod or mummer in agreement and understanding as the plane landed.
“Alright let’s do this.” Tony said, leading the charge out of the aircraft towards the Hydra institute.
Nat and you had made your way to the planned entrance, however were rudely interrupted by Hydra Operatives standing on the other side of the door. You were quick to form my f/c barrier blocking the bullets from the two of us.
Hawkeye had made it to his predetermined eagle eye view and helped Nat take down the Agents as you moved past to the computer room to retrieve intel from the base. Alarms had been set off, and agents were running through the halls and out the doors.
“Incoming your way boys.” you warn Tony, Cap and Thor.
After retrieving the needed intel you were quick to remove the drive and turn down the hallway to the exit.
“Intel has been recovered. Headed to the jet.” you say over the coms before hearing the cocking of a gun. I hold my hands in the surender position and turn to face an unexpected asset. A Super Soldier.
She was buff and easily taller than 6’5’’. Her face was smudged with black, her dark green eyes staring intently at me. Her automatic rifle aimed in my direction.
“Uh, we got a problem.” you whisper through the coms, a few questions coming back.
“The drive. I need it.” her voice was gruff, as if it was barely used.
“I can't exactly do that, sorry. I’ve got orders.” you shrug.
“I’ve got orders too. The drive or your team dies.” she was persistent, petty threats and the intense stare trying to scare me into submission.
“Alright, fine.” you say lowering your arms. You reach to the pouch attached to your back belt loops, grabbing a small circular weapon. Tossing it her way, immediately letting out gas and smoke causing enough distraction for you to turn and run before she got a chance to aim again.
“We have an enhancement in the field. Female, large and slightly terrifying. Anyone copy?” you reiterate through the coms hoping that someone would come help.
“Can you handle the situation?” Cap’s voice sounded through the static, exasperated and tired.
“I’m working on it. I think I angered her. I threw a smoke bomb in her face.” you ran through the empty hallways, trying to remember the blueprints of the building.
“Why the hell would you do that?” Clint questioned.
“Hey she had an automatic rifle aimed at my head, I didn’t say it was a good choice but it was the first thing I thought of.” you defend as you hid out in an empty and rather dusty room.
The heavy footsteps of boots echoed along the hallway walls outside the door as the Asset searched. You hold your breath as her shadow passed the doorway. Once the sound faded down the hallway you took the opportunity to peek into the hallway seeing it was empty and run towards the exit.
“Alright, I think I lost her, meet you guys at the jet.” you said as you finally reached the exit on the other side of the building.
“Alright. We're almost done here.” Nat informed you.
You made your way around the building only to be stopped by the bulky female dropping in front of you.
“Are you kidding me?” you yell exasperatedly. Placing my hands on my hip and looked at her with an ‘are you serious?’ look. She didn't seem amused.
Her gun was no longer strapped around her torso, which made it easier for me, at least a little bit. Until she held her arm straight out and a gun unfolded from within her arm.
“Shit!” you exclaim as you built a force field, blocking the shot she had taken. “Hey, I could really use some backup!” you yell through the coms, hoping to god that someone could come.
“Hold on kid. We’re still a little caught up.” Tony answered. Another blast hit the teal magic blocking your body.
“I need help asap. This Asset is strong, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold my shield up.” you breath.
“Do your best, we’re almost done.” Clint yelled back.
“You said that like 5 minutes ago!” Another plasmic blast from her gun hit, causing your shield to falter a bit. A blast from where the others were caused some distraction, the Soldier averting her attention to the noise. You were quick to create a ball of energy striking her, causing her to stumble back.
“What the hell? That should have at least knocked you off your feet!” you yell at her, obviously frustrated. She only raised her appendage, aiming again. You were quick to put up a weak shield before a blast hit.
Unfortunately, it had little effect considering the blast faltered your shield, hitting your exposed side. The pain was immense as the burning sensation overwhelmed your senses.
“Son of a -- I really need backup! Like NOW!” you demand through the comms as one hand grasp at the wound and the other held the broken force field in front of me.
“We’re trying. They keep coming!” Tony responded.
I took a deep breath, another surge of pain sent through my system. I gathered the rest of my energy, dropping the shield and focusing it on myself.
“Come on. Take the shot. I dare you.” you spit at the Soldier whose aim was unmoved. Your vision blurred with black spots and a warm liquid ran over your upper lip. The nosebleed being a result of the focus going into building my energy. “Do it! Shoot Soldier!” you challenge.
She took it and shot. The blast hit the breast plate covering your chest, triggering an energy blast knocking the Soldier from her position. With the little amount of energy that was built up, it took out the building and knocked anyone on the ground down.
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The few Avengers on the ground recovered quickly, finishing off the few operatives that were still conscious. They looked around and quickly realized what had happened.
“Y/n/n?” Cap called over the ear piece as Tony landed next to him, listening for your voice. “Y/n, do you copy?” Static silence.
“I’ll fly up and look around. They’re here somewhere. The com probably got damaged.” Tony comforted, himself more than anyone else, before he lifted off.
“We can split up and look around too.” Nat suggested. Cap nodded. Nat and Clint broke off leaving Thor and Cap to search the opposite direction.
Tony flew to the other side of the building searching the grounds and spotting the Super soldier splaying unconscious on the ground in the middle of the grassy area.
“I found the Asset. Y/n’s gotta be here somewhere.” Tony announced, scanning the area. “Friday, do a search for Y/n.”
Within a minute the Scottish A.I. answered “Along the tree line, North west of your position Sir.” Immediately Tony flew down to the pinpoint where Friday detected you.
“I found them! They’re unconscious and wounded. Get back to the jet and start it up!” Tony commanded, scooping your unsettlingly limp body from the ground and flew back to the running jet.
“Friday, Inform Dr. Banner that we need assistance as soon as we land.” Tony instructed the A.I. as he set you down on the center table of the QuinJet. Clint took his place in the pilot seat and the jet jolted forward.
Tony stepped out of his suit and stood next to Cap while looking over your injuries. Nat was quick to grab the gauze stowed under the table and wrapped the wound on your side.
“Will they be alright?” Thor’s usual thundering voice was quiet and laced with concern.
“Ya, they’ll pull through. Don’t worry.” Cap said, lacking the confidence behind his words.
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The QuinJet landed on the tarmac 30 minutes later and the team was greeted by medical staff. They made quick work to get Y/n onto a stretcher and into the medical bay with the team following close behind with their own injuries. Bruce met them at the double doors that lead back into the surgical hall, blocking the group from moving any farther.
“How about you guys get cleaned up and checked. I’ll keep you updated. They’ll pull through.” he comforted, urging the group to relax, even though he was tense himself. The group nodded in agreeance and went their separate ways.
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The rhythmic beeping noise coming from your right matched perfectly with the pounding headache that you were currently experiencing. The intense burning pain radiated from your side once again and you forced my eyes open.
You immediately identified the room as a recovery bay in the SHIELD Hospital Wing. The memory of how you must’ve ended up in this situation came flooding back. You swallowed painfully, trying to remember anything else after the second connecting shot, but nothing came to mind.
Your hand fumbled around the bed, finding the call button and pressing it in hopes that someone came in with water. The sound of hurried footsteps were heard outside the door and it swung open wildly, revealing a disheveled Dr. Bruce Banner and equally exhausted Tony Stark.
“Oh my god. Thank god you’re awake.” Tony breathed, as he walked to your bedside. You gave him an apologetic smile as Bruce checked over your vitals, writing down a few things here and there.
“I need some water.” you mentioned quietly, trying not to irritate your throat anymore. Tony immediately nodded and left the room.
“How are you feeling?” Bruce's calm voice broke the silence. His dark brown eyes finding yours with the dim light from the hallway seeping into the room, filled with concern and worry.
“Other than being thirsty and tired and in a bit of pain I’m okay. I'm sure I could be 100x better but I’m ok.” you assure him patting that hand he had placed on the hard plastic railings of the bed.
“Alright, well after you drink some water, I’ll give you a bit more morphine to help with the pain and get you some more sleep.” He squeezed your hand as Tony came back through the door with a large water bottle filled with ice water, complete with a straw.
“Bringing out the big guns huh?” you say with a chuckle, immediately regretting the decision when a sharp pain shot through your side. “Alright never gonna laugh again I guess.”
“You’ll get to feeling like yourself in no time kiddo, Just gotta take some time to heal.” Tony stated, helping you into a sitting position to frink.
“Any idea how long that’ll be?” you wondered taking small sips from the bottle as Tony held it steady.
“A fews months, maybe longer, maybe shorter because of your powers. Not quite sure, but that means you can’t do any strenuous activities until you're cleared for good.” Bruce answered, sternly but understanding that it's always hard to be out of commission for a bit.
“Alright fine.” I grumbled laying back against the raised bed. Bruce sent you a reassuring smile.
“Alright I’m gonna give you some more morphine to help with the pain.” He warned “Itll start working in a few minutes.” The clear liquid deposited through the IV tube connected into your arm.
“Get some sleep kid. It’s like 2 am.” Tony chuckled, kissing your forehead and pushing back the hair that stuck to it.
“Why the hell are you guys awake at 2 am?”
“We just gotta make sure our youngest avenger doesn't cause anymore trouble.” Tony jested poking your nose before turning to leave, Bruce following in his footsteps.
“Bruce, make sure Tony goes to bed. Tony, make sure Bruce goes to bed.” I giggled, carefully, feeling the effects of morphine take over.
“Goodnight Kenzie. See you in the morning.” The two chorused as the door shut leaving the room engulfed into darkness.
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Soft whispers and the sound of feet shuffling across the floors rustled you from your drug induced slumber. A series of harsh “shhh’s” filled the room before you opened your eyes slightly to see the group of heroes shuffling into the room, doing their best to be quiet.
“You know for the Earth’s Mightiest heroes, you guys suck at sneaking in.” you mumble sleepily, rolling ever so slightly on your side to face them better.
“Damn it. That’s your fault Legolas.” Tony accused, giving a pointed look to a Clint.
“Dude, I’m a professional spy. It was Thor and his big ass feet.” Clint slapped the God's shoulder.
“I do believe it was Natasha and Steve flirting.” Thor argued.
“It was not. We weren't even talking!” Nat defended herself and Steve while he turned beet red. Bruce shook his head at the antics of the group while he checked your vitals.
They continued their bickering, provoking a burst of laughter from you, which you had forgotten hurt so much, so consequently you groaned in pain moving your hand to the injury.
“You ok?” Steve asked joining Bruce next to the hospital bed.
“Ya, ya just can't laugh too much or I'm gonna rip some stitches.” Tony opened his mouth ready to make some joking remark before you held your hand up “I swear Stark if you make a joke I will rip some stitches and I'll be in pain and you'll be in trouble.” you warned, with a joking tone to keep it more friendly than threatening. He was quick to close his mouth but he had a smirk etched onto his features.
“So what are we gonna do while I’m on bedrest?” you question. Nat was quick to carefully crawl into the bed.
“I'm thinking of a movie marathon!” She exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. Everyone agreed, taking their own seats in the medical room and searching through the movie selection, and knowing that they were always there made you feel protected, no matter what.
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Thanks for reading... maybe it wasnt too cringy but eh... Anyways hope you enojyed!
A/N: This is an avenger x reader. English is not my native language so I apologize for any mistake. Italics mean that the character is thinking. The Marvel characters belong to Marvel, the gifs and images belong to their owners, I only own the plot.
Warnings: None
Gods in order of appearance:
Poseidon
(Y/N). One of the twelve Olympians. God of the sea, storms earthquakes and horses.
Symbols:
Trident, fish, dolphin, horse and bull.
Represented as:
White male figure. Big, muscled man with long and curly hair and beard. Usually depicted with only a loincloth on and holding a gold trident.
True physical appearance:
(S/c) skinned female. (Your height), (body type) woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Usually spotted with white/blue chitons, barefoot and with shinny pearls woven between her locks.
Personality:
Friendly but not to mess with (the oceans seem calm but storms are brewing underneath the surface).
Relationships:
On the contrary of what the human myths say, Poseidon does like Pallas Athena, they have a close relationship.
She likes Circe, Hephaestus, Hera, Zeus, Persephone, Asclepius…
Tolerates (secretly likes, even though she will never say it) Aeolus. “He’s annoying!”- Poseidon.
Dislikes Hecate. “He can go shove his staff up his a--“-Poseidon. “Language!!”- Athena.
Steven Grant Rogers. One of the twelve Olympians. Goddess of wisdom, the arts, olives, weaving and battle strategy. Patron goddess of heroic endeavor and freedom. Also known as Athena Parthenos (‘Athena the Virgin’).
Symbols:
Owls, olive trees, and snakes.
Represented as:
White female figure. Tall woman with long and curly/wavy hair. Usually depicted with a long white dress, a helmet, holding a spear and with a round shield by her feet.
True physical appearance:
Male god. Blond, blue eyed, huge man, with pale skin and broad shoulders and chest, that contrast with a narrow waist. Easily recognized by his tall, very muscled figure and round behind. “As far as I’m concerned that’s Olympus’ ass”- Morpheus.
Enjoys dressing traditionally with pastel colors. Seen carrying his shield on his back almost 24/7. “I think he’s more of a tortoise than an owl.”- Hephaestus.
Personality:
Heart as huge as his body. Sweet, protective (overprotective), attentive and caring. The best friend you could wish for. The best leader you could hope for. The best man you will ever find. A warrior on the outside and a softie on the inside.
Throves for justice and fights for freedom.
Relationships:
On the contrary of what the human myths say, Athena does like Poseidon, they have a close relationship. “I love her with my whole heart, but she can be a bit reckless.”- Athena. “Look who’s talking”- Ares.
He has the strongest bond with Ares. Sharing upbringing, they grew beside each other, defending and protecting each other (the protection being provided by Ares for a vast part of their younger years). They consider themselves as brothers. Don’t mess with one in front of the other. Would kill (and have killed) for one another. “I’m with you till the end of the line”.
Likes Artemis, Aeolus, Asclepius, Apollo, Zeus, Hades and Hermes.
Also likes Hephaestus, but sometimes gets frustrated at him. “Following orders is not my style”- Hephaestus “And obviously style is all you care about”- Athena “Who is the one wearing the skintight outfit here?”- Hephaestus. Does not understand how Hera can stand him and his big ego all day (secretly happy that he has somebody that loves him so much). “He can be a handful, but he is a good man”- Athena.
Romantic interest: not disclosed.
Hephaestus
Anthony Edward Stark. One of the twelve Olympians. God of the fire, metalworking, stone masonry, forge, the art of sculpture, technology and blacksmiths.
Symbols:
Hammer, anvil, tongs, and volcanoes.
Represented as:
White deformed/ugly male. Man with short hair and beard. Not as muscled as other gods, but with a toned body from working as a smith.
True physical appearance:
White, brown-eyed male with short black/dark brown hair and styled beard. Not particularly tall, not particularly muscled, but with a fit body. Opposite to what the myth says, Hephaestus is a good looking god.
Occasionally seen with his metal suit, he normally sports normal clothes. Favors the last trends and is the god with the most polished and pricey appearance (is also the one that spends the most time in front of the mirror).
Personality:
He may come across as highly irritating, egoistical and arrogant at first sight (which he is sometimes), but deep down he has a big heart and a need to protect his friends and family. If you can deal with his ego, he will become attached to you and will care deeply for you.
Hotheaded and impulsive, this man-child likes to keep a cool and sarcastic front but will melt if you show him affection.
Relationships:
Likes Pan, Circe, Dike, Asclepius, Zeus, …
Also likes Athena, but sometimes is irritated by Athena’s righteousness and selfless heroism. Profoundly enjoys poking fun at him. “Ugh Mr. Rogers, that suit did nothing for your ass”- Hephaestus “No one asked you to look, Tony”- Athena.
Has a tense relationship with Ares, but is working on improving it.
Romantic interest: Madly in love with Hera, will give his life for hers (secretly grateful for her immense patience with him).
“You know,” Bucky drawled as you loped down the stairs dressed for a rave, “Boys don’t like it when you wear that much makeup.” Clint turns to open his mouth but you get there first, “Good,” you tell him, “Girls are better kissers.”
Clint snorts. He may not like this outfit but he can appreciate that you’ve tried not to give him a heart attack. Parker might die of a sudden lack of blood to his brain but... Ew. He just did not want to think about that.
Nat caught his eye and smirked, “No. I don’t care,” he said, “She’s a virgin now and she could have 3 kids and still be a virgin. I don’t wanna think about it.”
“That sounds creepily possessive,” Tony snorted.
“No,” he said, “I just don’t wanna think about it. As long as she’s consenting and everything is cool it’s none of my business and I don’t need to know.” He cringed, “Just no. Nope. Not a thing.”
Tony slaps him on the back and rolls his eyes, “Well you keep not thinking about it because Underoos certainly is.” Clint pinched the bridge of his nose, “I know and I’d really appreciate it if you'd stop trying to get them trapped in an elevator together.”
“Oh c’mon, young love. It’s just what the tower needs. A little drama while we wait for the next supervillain to crop up.”
Nat rolls her eyes, “Except she’s already talking to someone. A really nice girl. She’s in one of her music classes.”
“Awww,” Tony groaned, “That’s no fun. I thought she still liked boys.”
“Just not that one,” Clint said shrugging.
“Lame,” Tony said chucking his empty water bottle in the recycling bin.
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Inside, Clint was listening to you gathering their intel. From Drunk girls in the bathroom of all places.
They were getting a dizzying array of facts and speculation. You were making it look good. You were good ay playing drunk. At least Clint really hoped you were playing. And not actually drinking. He was pretty sure you were sober. He could hear you periodically unscrew the water bottle from your bag and take a drink.
It was fine. It was all fine. Until it wasn’t.
Everything went black. All the comms went down and there was no way to get them back.
Clint couldn’t breathe for a second. SHIELD agents swept the building. looking for any trace of you and you were... gone. Just gone. He’d been afraid of this. People knew who you were. Who you belonged to. Even if you didn’t advertise it. Even if you didn’t have his last name.
Hours passed. Hours of pacing and swearing. Clint held it together just barely. Waiting. He wanted to tear the city apart. He wanted you back. Safe in your bed. His phone rang, a restricted number on the screen and he signaled to Tony quickly, “Hello?” he said cautiously.
“Daddy?” you say, sounding confused. A little dazed.
His heart drops, you sound drugged, “Where are you, Punk?” he says.
“I don’t know,” you tell him, struggling to turn your head, crying out softly, “I can hear... water.”
Tony hit keys locking in on you and telling agents where to go, Clint sprinting towards the door, “We’re coming, baby,” he soothed, “Okay? Just hold on.”
“I’m so tired, daddy,” you say softly. Your voice is lilting. “I’m gonna go to sleep.”
“No,” he said sharply, “No, sweetheart, stay awake. Don’t go to sleep baby.”
The line goes dead and he growls, “Fuck! Nat. Drive.” The redhead doesn’t question it. Or correct him. She wants you home. Safe.
They find you in the sand, breathing but cold. Unconscious. Your Silver jumpsuit half unzipped and your boots next to you. Like someone had tried to get you out of it and had been interrupted.
Clint kneels in the sand next to you, anxiously taking your pulse and slapping your cheeks, “Wake up, baby,” he says, “Get up. C’mon.”
Medical descends on you and gets you onto a stretcher, loaded into the transport vehicle. Clint jumps up in the back to hold your hand. To be there if you wake up. He can’t look at Steve.
Steve promised you’d be safe. That this wouldn’t happen. It doesn’t take long for medical to get you back together. But, that’s not the point. When you sit up, groggy and scared and starting to cry, Clint can’t breathe. He just barely stops you from ripping the IV out of your arm and catches your hands in his, “Hey, no,” he says softly, “easy, baby. I’m here. I’m right here. You’re okay. It’s okay.”
He shifts you into his lap and just holds you there, rocking you gently as you stammer out apologies and try to explain what you think happened.
You’d thought that if most of your skin was covered, whatever skin to skin contact was required for this drug to work would be harder to do. But it hadn’t been that. Someone had put something in your water when you glanced away. They’d said something about leaving the Avengers a map. That was all you remembered before you came to on the beach, half-naked and staggering around trying to figure out where you were. You don’t know what happened while you were out, but you remember taking off your boots and trying to put clothes back on. It was cold by the water and you were trying to get warm and out of the wind.
Clint won’t let you go. He won’t let anyone but Nat even come close to you as you sleep against his chest, still not entirely undrugged and worn out. Natasha slips out, quietly feeding information to the others and bringing Clint coffee. She knows better than to tell him to sleep. He’s not going to sleep until you’re okay. Until you’re bouncing around the tower at warp speed with Bucky and Sam playing pranks. Or teaching Thor obscure pop culture references and having secret side conversations in Gaelic with Steve. He’s not gonna leave you until he knows that you’re back with him. Natasha doesn’t want to leave either. He fingers are careful as she takes down your hair. The purple locks she just helped you touch up, spill over her fingers like ink. He’d helped you put your hair up. Watched you do your make up. You’d told her you hadn’t wanted to go. That you had a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. She’s laughed and told you it was just nerves. Nerves and too much caffeine on an empty belly.
She hated herself for telling you that.
It’s noon before you open your eyes, confused and rubbing your eyes. “Daddy?” you murmur.
“Hey, Punk,” Clint said sleepily, stroking your hair, “Welcome back.”
“I’m thirsty,” you say looking around.
“Cottonmouth,” Nat said handing you water, “This is good practice for when you hit drinking age.”
You roll your eyes but take it and Clint signs to Nat to get someone from medical to sign you out.
She goes and he kisses the side of your head, “We’re never doing this again,” he said, “Took years off my life when comms went down.”
“I’m sorry,” you tell him snuggling close for comfort.
“It isn’t your fault,” he tells you, “You did what was asked of you. You did a really good job... Never again. They’re gonna have to get someone else’s punk kid to do their dirty work.”
Steve cleared his throat from the doorway and Clint’s head snapped up, “You. Out,” he said calmly, “We’re not debriefing. Chatting. Interrogating. Nothing. Not until she gets a shower and something to eat.”
“Clint,” he started. “No,” Clint snapped, “My kid. My rules. She’s not an agent, even if she lives here.”
Steve let Natasha turn him out of the room and sighed, “I just wanted to apologize,” he said.
Nat shrugged, “You messed with his kid. He doesn’t care.”
Authors note: I’m up at 1:12 AM because I just had to write this. Feel free to Inbox me ideas!
Warning🚫: Body issues
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I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, I don’t know why, but one little comment anybody makes brings me back to this. It all started when I was 16. It all started on a cloudy morning, a morning in which my mother was utterly mad at the fact that she had to wake me up, I had missed my alarm and she was already upset about something.
Weight. One of my mother’s biggest issues with me, and one of the biggest issues I carried. For as long as I can remember, my mother always talked shit to me because of it. I was born skinny and grew up skinny and I don’t know when I stopped. But my mother tried lots of things, she made sure I didn’t eat too much.
But that morning, she was bitching to me the most. She was clearly upset at me and I was afraid to drive to school with her but I had to be brave. So I got into the car, and most of it was silent, until she started screaming at me. I don’t remember what she was screaming to me for. I simply slept through my alarm. But she just started attacking me, and then my body. She said so many horrible things making me cry in the car, tears flowing down my cheeks but I didn’t let her see that I was about to burst. The school was in sight, YES FINALLY. I hopped out of the car walking fast, I had to get the nearest bathroom, the lady at the entrance looked at my puffy red eyes and pink nose and asked if I was okay. Of course I was lying but I said I was fine. Then I continued to cry my eyes out inside the bathroom, and that’s when the little voice began.
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I stood inside the bathroom staring at myself, tears running down my cheeks. ‘Look how fat you’ve gotten’ I ran my fingers over the stretch marks, red and small, yet having a powerful meaning. ‘You’re ugly and pathetic and look how ugly your body is’ The tears started coming down faster. I looked in the mirror and started hating myself more. ‘Tony doesn’t love you’ ‘He only says he does because he doesn’t want to hurt your fat ass’ ‘Bet pepper runs through his mind when he fucks you’ ‘Just end this belly will you’
I love crying silently, but this time I couldn’t help it. I ran outside the bathroom and onto our bed, I threw myself and cried harder. “Jarvis Lock the bedroom door please” “Alright, But are you okay Agent Y/N? Shall I tell Mr.Stark that you are crying?” “Please dont” I said, I rolled on my side and stared at the clock and soon I was engulfed by darkness.
When I woke up, I felt his arms around me. I smiled and turned around rapidly. “Hey sleepyhead” he whispered, I could see his concern and saw he wasn’t exactly dressed, he only had his boxers on. “Hi baby” I murmered, how long had I slept? “Y/N, mind telling me why you were crying?” I looked down, should I tell him? “I wasn’t crying” I could feel his stare burning through the top of my head. “ Jarvis was kind enough to let me know that you were up here crying and I dropped everything and came as fast as I could, but you were asleep. Honey, what’s the matter?” And that’s when I broke, his deep husky and raspy voice did it again.
“Tony, I-I just can’t. I cant live anymore, I don’t want too. My body isn’t perfect and I know I’m not either, I’ve been battling with this for as long as I can remember and my mental health isn’t good anymore, I hate my body Tony, I hate everything about it, the way my stretch marks hug me as if there’s no tomorrow and these 6 red ones on my belly haunt me. How you love me is a question that still wonders through my head. I’m not enough for anyone and I’m not beautiful enough for you or for me. You deserve better baby you do” I looked up and much to my surprise Tony had a few tear stains on his cheek.
“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘Beauty comes from within’?” I nodded. “Well, Y/N the reason I love you is because of who you are, you’re this funny, talented, young spirited, beautiful, friendly, social, admirable person. Your personality is what attracted me to you in the first place, besides how fucking hot you are may I add, but I’ve never met anyone who still cries when they see an ASPCA commercial, or when an animal dies in a movie. You are so much for animals and the people around you. For example, When Parker twisted his ankle because did something dumb, you took care of him, you fed him, you angled his ankle, bandaged it every few hours after applying whatever Vaporub you found and constantly asked him how he was feeling. Or when I got sick and you chose giving up a whole week worth of vacation with your family to stay and tend to my needs. You’re unique and you’re something special. You make my laugh all the time, and you make me smile on the hardest of days but most of all, I love your big heart and big smile. You’d do anything to cheer anyone of us up and that’s why I love you. And as to your body issues, baby, you’re gorgeous as hell, I mean cmon, you’re sexy with or without makeup, your body is perfect in my eyes, and you and me, we’re going to start working on making you realize how important, sexy and beautiful you are baby mama”
I have to admit, he really knows how to sweet talk his way into sex. “I love you Tony Stark” “And I love you too Y/N L/N” He said as he placed a kiss on my nose, and then my forehead, trailing down to my lips, and onto my neck. “Don’t ever forget that” He started trailing down to my chest, “You’re beautiful inside and out”.
You never asked for this, but this is what you got. A monster.
A/N: Part 2 and fancy that now there’s 2 people being tagged. Thank you for reading and feedback is greatly needed for continuation.
Warnings: Swearing?? Some crazy ass shit... oh and cliffhangers of course <3
- 5328 words - I regret nothing.
Previously:
Something else was pulling at you to use it. It felt stronger, but harsher, angry almost. So instead of going down that road you simply bandaged the last few grazes and left the bathroom changing into a different shirt and an oversized hoodie.
You made your way back down the halls to the common room just to find two new people standing outside and a ways away from the group of Avengers inside the now closed common room. Frowning at the bickering group inside the glass room you moved to the two new people.
Both tall, both handsome, but many differences. One wore reds and silvers a hammer on the table next to him, while the other wore deep greens, gold, and blacks, but this one was chained. A set of handcuffs by the likes that you’d never seen before and a matching set of metal covering his mouth.
The one in red was a blonde with blue eyes focused on the Avengers his arms crossed as he watched, a frown forming on his face. The other had ebony black hair and piercing green blue eyes that weren’t staring at the Avengers, but rather at you. This time you knew it was a gut instinct yelling at you, this time you listened. Coming short and stopping you stared at him.
This had trouble written all over it.
It was Tony, Clint and Steve running the argument. Their voices the loudest and most demanding. Tony was having none of this, Clint was on the fence which confused many of the others. Steve was cautious, but still somewhat supporting what Thor had come to him about a few weeks ago.
The idea being that Loki stay at the compound with someone assigned to him, someone who he would listen to or at least not kill and this person would help get him situated. That is in getting him to see a “better side of things.”
While everyone bickered and voices were raised and lowered it was Bucky who’d gotten sick and tired of the argument, already even more confused about why everyone was so damned angry? It was Bucky who turned ever so slightly to see Y/N and the one in green. Loki.
He didn’t look away as he got Natasha’s attention. She looked and he could tell that seeing those two together was a bad thing as Natasha’s face drained of all color upon seeing the two.
It was in those minutes that Clint had looked to her for back up and that’s when everyone slowly caught onto what was happening outside the glass.
Standing there you felt useless as you just looked at him. Somehow even chained up he seemed dangerous. It was his eyes, it had to be. It was like he was looking into you not at you. Looking into all your deepest and darkest of secrets.
Shoving your hands into your pockets you took a step closer never looking away. He tilted his head in curiosity, and you couldn’t help, but take another step, this one much smaller though. A few feet apart now you hadn’t noticed all the eyes on you two.
Looking over him once more doing anything to not look into his eyes you noticed a wound.
“You’re injured.” You whispered. Your voice startled you, usually you weren’t that quiet, and so you repeated your statement and gestured to the wound on his forehead.
His eyes looked up to where you’d pointed, head moving slightly as he did so. He seemed to almost shrug as if there was nothing that could be done and he was fine with it.
“May I?” You started to reach out gingerly and he leaned back apprehensive. Pulling back you realized he didn’t know what you could do, and to be honest at this point with what happened earlier you didn’t know if you even had any more power left in you.
Shaking your head lightly you reached your hand out a bit more and moved to push the sleeve of your hoodie up.
“Look I’m not armed I just want ta’ heal the wound honey.” You spoke, a bit more in control of your voice now, your regular demeanor coming back. While he did stand straight once more, his brow stayed furrowed.
Before anyone really understood what was happening the group watched as Y/N stepped forward, much too close for anyone’s liking and healed a small wound on him. Y/N’s eyes had turned golden and although they flickered they still glowed, the light of her powers came up around her arm and reached out crossing the distance she’d kept from him.
It danced and twirled until it reached him. His eyes lit up in realization as she healed his minimal head wound and as soon as she was done that’s when Tony came storming out hell-bent on separating the two for good.
You’d only just finished when a loud crash and the sound of glass shattering pulled you away from the man and your eyes fell upon the whole group of Avengers coming into the open space after Tony.
He’d tossed open the door with such a force that it shattered. He was glaring at the man you’d just healed, but you had no idea why. Coming to your side he immediately grabbed your arm and pulled you behind him as he faced the man.
“You will never touch her, go near her, or even so much as look at her again!” He was shouting, but it wasn’t making sense. That same feeling from before was tugging at you aching for you to use it. It was linked to you, but you were so confused, more people started shouting and you couldn’t make anything out now.
Tony’s grip became too strong and was hurting you. Ripping your arm from his grasp he turned to face you as you shouted, your hands covering your ears.
“Everyone just SHUT UP!!!” A blast of dark black magic sent everyone to the floor like a shock wave. The energy the... thing... that had been puling at you finally came out. It felt good. No.
It felt amazing.
Like you’d been chained and that just broke down the walls of the damned dungeon. Everyone was staring at you with fear in their eyes. A part of you cared, but right now you didn’t, you just wanted answers.
You cooled down a bit before speaking, giving everyone time to stand.
“Now. I’m not saying it again. Everyone is going to sit the fuck down and explain to me what the hell just happened. None of that bullshit dodging around the question crap either.” You spoke sternly looking over everyone’s faces as they slowly stood.
The room followed your orders and grabbed seats around the room as you calmed down. Taking a breather and closing your eyes for a moment you could feel the new energy flowing through you, holding onto you like a death grip.
“Now tell me who these newbies are? Why am I supposedly not allowed to go near them, and what were you all arguing about?” your voice was calm, but still dark and almost sinister, again you didn’t care although many of your teammates were giving you concerned and worried looks. You had the floor and you’d made it clear that you wanted straight answers.
“Y/N, meet Thor and Loki.” Natasha was standing as she gestured to both of the new men, Thor in red and Loki in green.
“They’re brothers, and Loki here almost leveled New York last year.” She continued and you nodded along before something clicked in your head, remembering the news article.
“Yeah, I remember that, okay so what were you all arguing about?” It was silent, for a moment or two before you looked to Bucky who sighed.
“Don’t look at me doll, I barely understood what they were arguing about. Something involving not trusting someone, and not liking some idea.” He shrugged and you accepted his answer as you took a seat of your own, leaning against a couch arm.
“Thor had contacted me a few weeks ago about having his brother, Loki, stay here.” Steve started as he linked his fingers together while he leaned forward in his chair.
Both the brothers were standing still and you’d noticed that upon Steve’s information Loki had whipped around to face Thor who just nodded supporting Steve’s statement. If looks could kill, Thor would have been tortured to death in the most painful of ways by Loki’s glare.
“I and some others thought it would be a good idea, but Stark doesn’t think so.” As soon as he’d mentioned Tony, he was up. Tony was pacing around his seat not willing to go near you or Loki as he spoke.
“Of course I don’t agree with it. Think about it, let’s bring the one person who tried to destroy New York, into it. Not just that, but into the compound.” He was ranting again and you’d had enough.
“Tony.” He shut his mouth and looked to you standing as still as possible, “Sit.” He took up his seat with a huff and you relaxed. Running your hands through your hair and down your face as you let your head hang while you thought.
“Alright well, they’re both here anyways, so why not let them stay for a few weeks, see how it goes and decide then. Who knows maybe he’ll end up helping. For now we need someone to watch over him, someone to be-”
“An executioner?” Tony offered, but you weren’t having it.
“No. More like someone who he doesn’t competently despise.” You spoke looking up now across the faces of your team mates.
“Exactly what I said, thank you. We need someone he doesn’t hate, but someone who could handle him in a fight if it ever came to that, or at least someone he isn’t going to hurt.” Steve spoke up, straightening a little in his chair proud that you’d practically agreed with him.
“I’d say it should be Clint or me. He doesn’t really know us.” Sam finally spoke up his voice welcomed in the all too quiet room. You gave up the power in the room, the dark power in your stomach was subsiding, but held it’s grip. You opted to just listen to everyone before looking to Loki.
He was a mixture of infuriated and bored. Then it hit you, possibly the simplest, but most dangerous idea ever.
“I have a suggestion.” Your voice was soft, but nobody was taking chances with you and they went silent once more.
“Well you seem to know who he hates and why, so we can adjust based on that, but why not let him pick. I mean he knows who he hates most right? He should have some choice in who he’s going to be stuck with.” You shrugged pulling your hands into your sleeves and crossing your arms.
Snuggling into your hoodie you waited for everyone’s’ thoughts, most of which thought it was a fine idea. Looking to Loki he gave you a small nod in thanks, you returned it while nobody else was watching.
“Alright so Loki just walk up to the person you choose I guess, again preferable someone you don’t hate, and preferable someone you are least likely to hurt.” He gave you a look at your last words and you sighed clarifying.
“Okay fine, just someone you don’t totally hate, and someone you wouldn’t mind following you around or randomly checking up on you.” He took a few moments obviously thinking and toying with the idea of it all.
You turned and got up from your spot moving to the coffee pot behind you. Apparently your blast had knocked that over as well. While righting the counter you made yourself a coffee.
“Looks like he’s chosen.” Sam spoke up, although by his voice it sounded as if he were smiling. What would he be smiling about? Grabbing your coffee with your hoodie sleeve covering your hands you brought the mug to your face you turned around to question the group.
“Who did he-Shit! That’s not funny!” He had been standing behind you and the whole group was giggling and laughing now as he’d scared you.
“God-damn sneaky ass snake…” You whispered under your breath as you sipped your cup and moved around him.
“Don’t know why you’d want me to be your superior, but whatever your choice.” As you walked back into the main living space you fixed a fallen table and put your drink down before you started to help the others who’d begun fixing the room. Upon noticing that Loki was just silently following you around as you moved things you sighed and looked to Thor.
“Okay Thor we have got to get rid of these damned chains on him, at least remove the thing over his mouth?” A few of the faces in the room turned to look at you and give you wide eyed looks before going back to cleaning what little was left, or leaving the room.
“Okay what’d I say this time?” You asked lightly throwing your arms up into the air. Thor chuckled as he helped and once everything was fixed the three of you sat down.
“You’re sure you want me to remove his bindings?” You frowned confused as to why that would be a question.
“Yes I’m sure, he kinda needs his hands, and I’d appreciate it if he could speak so he could warn me when he enters the damn room. Sneaky snake.” You mumbled the last part under your breath, but both of them still caught it, making Thor give a light breathy laugh.
“Well if you are sure that you want his bindings off. I shall remove them.” He gave you one last time to say no and you again insisted that you wanted them off of him.
You watched as the bindings slowly came undone, you could hear the mechanisms working from across the coffee table. Picking up your drink once more you watched in fascination as the bindings undid and slipped into Thor’s hands.
“Now that was cool. Can I see them?” Putting your coffee down you reached forward and Thor carefully handed them to you as he undid the piece around Loki’s mouth.
Studying them you could see it still moving on its own. The gears moving and practically twisting in your hands. It made a sound and you dropped it onto the coffee table before snatching up your drink staring at the cuffs as they slowly transformed into a small pointed blade.
“Woah.” You were still looking at it as Sam came up next to you.
“Yeah I’d say Woah just about sums that up.” He spoke mocking you, but marveling at the cuffs he too had seen it transform into the blade. Looking up you saw Thor and Loki looking over you two as if you were children.
“Don’t give me that look, it’s cool alright we don’t have stuff like this here. On this planet that right there is a one of a kind.” You angrily pointed to the blade as you spoke. Your drink was almost finished so you quickly chugged it before casually swinging over the back of the couch to land perfectly and put away your mug.
“Aright, come on Sneaky Snake, I have to show you your room. Luckily there just so happens to be a second bedroom on my floor of the building.” You strode back towards them and past as you gestured for Loki to follow. He laughed a little at the nickname.
“Sneaky snake, of all the nicknames I’ve heard, that is the worst.” You feigned hurt, a hand to your chest as you walked to the elevator.
“How dare you, I thought it was quite clever thank you very much.” You smiled triumphant that you’d made him laugh again. The elevator opened upon your arrival and you stepped in first. The doors shut and FRIDAY’s voice filled the small room.
“Your floor Mrs. Y/L/N?” You smiled and nodded. “Yes please Friday. Oh and Loki here will be staying on my floor as well.” A few chimes sounded and the elevator started moving.
“Noted. Is there anything else I can help you with Mrs. Y/L/N?” FRIDAY questioned as the box moved higher. “No thank you that’ll be all.” A few more chimes and there were no more questions. You looked to Loki who was giving you a confused look as the door opened.
“Ah yes, Tony basically runs the compound with the help of FRIDAY his AI, artificial intelligence. Everyone here has gotten so use to it that we just talk to her as if she were a real person rather than electronics.” He nodded in understanding as he followed you out onto your floor of the compound.
The compound wasn’t very big, but you had the second highest floor, Clint having a section of the top floor.
Upon exiting you immediately walked out into the kitchen and dining room. It was small as it was just meant for you, but it was sleek. Beyond that a wall hid the rest of the open space. Walking in further you directed him to look down the hall to find the bathroom, down the other hall directly across from that one the two bedrooms.
“Oh and I have one more thing.” You backed yourself against the thick black sheet you had hanging in front of the opening leading into the extra space behind the wall.
“Do you like to read?” You questioned him and saw his brow furrow out of curiosity.
“Of course.” He stated as if it were obvious. He clasped his hands behind his back and leaned forward ever so slightly, intrigued. You pushed open the dark sheets and went in beckoning him to come into the room.
The large colored glass window was the only light in the room, otherwise it was floor to ceiling books. Some of the books were even stacked on top of each other on the floor. A few different types of chairs could be found in the room. Majority with the backs facing the window.
“This is my alcove and I suppose it’s also yours now. Feel free to take any of the books you want out of here if you don’t want to read them in the room. I have the sheet up so nobody comes in here and so I can use a bit of my powers on the sheets to stop anyone from coming in. Oh, almost forgot to mention the windows. The glass is one way. We can see out, but nobody can see in, plus due to the coloring it’s better for the books and for your eyes to read.” You let out a light huff as you tried to calm your nerves.
You watched his face carefully reading over every part of it. His ebony black hair moving ever so slightly as he turned to take in the amount of books you had. His deep turquoise colored eyes scanning over the condition of the books, the layout and even the titles.
“You don’t have to tell me what you think right now as I kinda have to show you around the rest of the compound. So come on Sneaky Snake.” You boldly linked your arm in his pulling him out of his trance and dragging him back out of the room.
You’d finished showing him the compound and now was the questioning period it seemed. He’d started asking you what you did to end up with the Avengers how you found them, what you do for them. You shook your head silently looking to the ground as you walked side by side.
“I don’t do anything for them, I do stuff with them though. I have an ability I’ve had since was a little girl. I can heal people, but I kept it secret hidden away luckily for me I got smart and went to the Avengers for help. Instead of turning me away they let me join, but didn’t make a big fuss about it. So very few people actually know that I’m an Avenger.” You smiled thinking about the day you’d come to the tower.
“Do tell.” He swiftly turned and grabbed your arm so your back was to the wall and he towered over you, “Everyone else seemed quite shocked at what you did not hours ago, I assume it is unusual for you to be using black magic.”
His knowledge and confidence on the subject making him quite interested in what had occurred. The thing tugging at you from within begging for you to use it and when you did it sent your whole team down on their asses.
You nervously fiddled with your hands picking at your fingers as you thought about it. Completely unsure of what really happened, but terrified at the thought of dark magic. Something that even in human tales, and myths was said to be extremely dangerous and could rip a person’s soul apart.
“You want my full and utter honesty?” looking up at him he nodded slightly and shifted to come a little closer, “I have no clue what the hell happened. I was scared and felt like I was being pushed down, trapped almost and there was just this… feeling of something wanting to be used, and I lost control I just let it out.” You looked up searching his eyes, his face for anything at all.
A sign of fear, hate, or disgust, anything really. You kept thinking in your head about what had happened and just as always you pulled things way out of proportion and analyzed everything as you continued to think.
“Ugh the strangest part was that usually I hate people looking at me or looking to me for orders as if I were the leader, but when that happened and everyone looked so frightened of me I just… I just didn’t give two shits.” You shrugged and a smile was pealing onto your face and you couldn’t stop it.
“I just didn’t give a damn, I had everyone’s attention and I had the damn room. Overall I felt powerful, free almost.” Your momentary excitement was drifting away and you calmed once more and waited for anything from Loki, then realization hit you.
“Oh shit I’m sorry I just dumped all of this on you and we’ve only just met really.” You covered your mouth in shock and back into the wall behind you. He gave you a smile? He smiled?
“Its fine pet, Midgardians have a weakness to me. They tend to just tell me their secrets if I catch them off guard. It requires very little effort on my part, although I find some are harder to interpret.” Finally he stood tall and looked at you thoughtfully before he clasped his hands behind his back and started to move down the hall once more.
You followed getting back into the pace you’d had before. Silence ensued as the pair of you continued side by side. After a few moments he spoke once more.
“Well I can’t know for sure, but from what I saw back there, from what you’ve told me. I’d almost say that it was pure dark magic. It consumes the wielder twisting them, and the amount that you released suggests that you have one hell of a reservoir of this dark magic.”
He stopped suddenly and looked down at you with an extreme amount of concern on his face. His cold hands grabbing hold of your shoulders forcing you to look at him.
“Simply put you’re dangerous. With this much possible dark magic holding onto you, well if you’re not able to control it. It may very well consume you and those around you.” He went still looking into your eyes for anything and by the Gods were you scared now.
“Well you seem to know a lot about it, can’t you teach me help me to learn to control it or at least wield it properly? I’ve been healing the team for quite a while now and I’d hate to see them hurt.” He frowned at this.
“Yes about that you said that you’ve never used this power before, but yet you heal? You used light magic on me just moments before your magic went dark. Was there something that happened to have caused you to use large amount of your magic?” He questioned and continued moving through the compound.
His sudden shift in demeanor shaking you.
You made your way back to the common room where only a few of the others were located; Thor, Steve, and Bucky were chatting when you’d come in still engrossed in what Loki was asking and telling you.
“Well we had a mission not a couple of hours ago where I had to use a fair amount of magic. Why? What does that have to do with it?” By this point the two of you had stopped at the kitchen. Loki crossed his arms and leaned against a wall to think about his answer while you busied your nervous hands making a cup of hot chocolate.
Also by this time the three others in the room had quieted down to listen in on the conversation.
“Well it could mean that your one of the few witches that has a balance. Meaning that you have both light and dark magic within you, but you have to keep it even. Use each the same amount. You’ve been healing, using your light magic too much, now you will have to use your dark magic for some time.”
Your hands were shaking as you looked down to them. You summoned up some energy to pull out some light magic, twirling it around you fingers when a dull pain course through you from your chest. Loki and the others looked on and watched as what looked like a black vein trail up your neck to your right eye. A similar black vein moved down your arms to your hands.
All you did was watch as the light magic changed and shifted it was hard at first. It was as if the magic was alive struggling under the darkness. Finally you noticed the black veins on your arms and watched as they got closer. Once they reached your fingertips the dull pain was gone, but so was you light magic. Now thick tendrils of black magic wove out over your fingers like that of your light magic.
You looked at your hands in shock unable to properly process the new information. You looked to Loki who seemed deeply interested and that’s when you saw Steve, Thor and Bucky. You quickly dismissed the magic and hid your hands behind your back. Frantically looking between all of them you got scared and started to run. You ran past them and when you heard Bucky running after you calling to you, you pushed open the door to the stair way.
“Y/N come back, I’m not going to hurt you come on, you can trust me!” He grabbed the railing and looked up at you, only a flight of stairs up, but for him it would be two jumps at most. You knew this.
“I know you won’t hurt me, but I could hurt you. After all the good I’ve done all the healing now all I have is dark magic. I don’t even think I’ll be able to heal for some time.” Tears started to prick at your eyes and blur your vision. You held it in for as long as you could until you just couldn’t.
Your knees were going to let you fall to the ground and Bucky saw. He moved making quick work of the stairs and caught you. He picked you up and carried you bridal style up to your small apartment. He’d told FRIDAY to let Thor, Loki, and Steve know that he was taking you back to your room. Opening up your apartment you were still clinging to Bucky’s shirt as he moved through the space.
He went to go put you down in your room, but you told him to put you in your reading space. He did and marveled for a moment or two at how many books you had. Placing you carefully onto one of the chairs he made to leave.
“Bucky… thank you for carrying me. Thank you for everything.” With that your voice broke once more as you reached out to grab his sleeve. He knelt down in front of you then pulled you down into a hug. He whispered reassurances to you softly before finally you asked him to stay.
He did.
You picked up the large book he’d given you one day and he gladly read it to you. It was only an hour after he’d started reading that he looked down at your curled up sleeping form to realize that you’d found comfort and safety in him.
He smiled and played with your hair some until he also fell asleep with you holding onto him tightly. Your fists balled up in his t-shirt.
You were happy to just sleep the fear away, and that is exactly what you’d done.
Back in the common room Loki was explaining to Thor, and Steve what had just happened, and why you had freaked out.
“Look I don’t expect either of you to fully understand, but in short she has an equal amount of light and dark magic, like I’d said before.” He took a breathe and looked them over. Like two rabbits standing in front of a racing horse, glossy eyed and silent.
“Maybe you need a visual.” With a wave, green magic slipped over the surface of the coffee table between them and a simple scale appeared.
“Look imagine this side is light and the other dark.” With another wave either side of the scale had floating balls of either light or dark energy, resting on the flat plates supported by the chains connecting either plate to the scale.
“Y/N has been using large amounts of light magic for what has been a few years now.” The scale begins to tip as the light side starts to slowly dissipate. “This has caused unbalance obviously. So she needs to use up the same amount of dark magic to be even again. Then she’ll have to continue to use both sides equally or this may occur again.”
As Loki looked to the two they seemed to understand it a bit better. “Now do you understand?”
“Understand what?” Tony asked as he stepped into the room curious as always. Loki sighed and put his hand on his face unwilling to try and explain it all again. Soon both Steve and Tony got the rest of the team into the room – except for you and Bucky of course – and Loki proceeded to re-explain everything.
“Okay that makes sense, but why freak out about it?” Someone questioned as Loki sighed once more for he felt that he was apparently the only one besides Bucky that understood.
“How would you feel if all you’ve ever know was good? Good, beautiful, light magic, something that is praised in almost every culture, this is all you know then to just have it all stripped away from you. The light exterior you’d been holding onto is gone and you’re left with nothing more than dark magic, a feared and hated magic something that many assume to be everything bad in the world? Tell me how you would feel then, and on top of that, you’d have to watch it happen to yourself?”
At this point everyone was casting their eyes to the ground or away from Loki’s eyes. He was the only other one who understood what was happening and they had no clue. Someone they hated had more knowledge on one of their most trusted team mates then they did.
Loki heaved a sigh and moved past everyone to the elevators.
“Where do you think you’re going reindeer games?” Tony was trying to agitate him stop him from where he was going.
“I’m going to go check on her and Bucky rather than stand here all night with you lot.” Loki didn’t slow down, he just kept going. Not bothering to listen to his brother’s warnings. He made his way up to the apartment only to find you not in your room.
He moved to the blackened sheets hiding the book room and opened them slowly. Only to find you curled under Bucky’s arm your hands gripping his shirt, an open book on his lap and his face in your hair. Loki felt something pull at him on the inside and it hurt. He didn’t like the idea of this hurting him, but he quickly swept the emotions away and grabbed a blanket to cover the two of you with. He moved the book onto a nearby night stand before leaving.
He went to bed, but not before promptly locking the apartment so as to make sure the three of you weren’t bothered. A lot had happened in one day, but Loki knew it was going to be interesting, that was for sure.
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(Note: Sorry if this isn’t any good, again, I’m new to this, also I’m not going to follow the Civil War story, sorry. I hope I’m doing the characters right, any feedback is fully welcome!)
(Pairings: Reader X Avengers, eventual Reader X Bucky)
You wake up and sigh as you look at your ceiling. It’s been 2 months since the battle in Sokovia, and everyone has been hell. Tony and Natasha have been working hard to find Bruce, Steve has been hunting for Bucky, Wanda and Vision are trying to get use to life, Thor went back to Asgard, and then there was Niles and yourself. Niles, your apparent twin, has been helping you so much to adjust to life. The tension in the tower has gone up since Pietro hasn’t woken up in the cradle just yet.
You roll and stand up, feeling the hard floor under your feet, waiting to hear any news from F.R.I.D.A.Y., but when none comes, you head to the shower. Once you’re out, you dress and head down to Tony’s lab, passing Steve on the way, but it almost seems like you’re invisible. You shrug it off, as you’ve made Tony and Niles promise not to let anyone on the team know that you’re a Stark.
You open the barrier in your mind and begin to talk to Niles, “Good morning, smartass.” You smile to yourself. “Good morning, hot pants,” you groan at the nickname and enter the lab. “Hey, T,” you say to Tony, “any news?” He looks up from his screen, “hey there, hot pants, yeah, we just got word on a possible location for Brucie,” he smiles. “I’m sure he loves that nickname, Stark,” Nat says as she enters the room. “Hey there, (y/n),” she greets you. “Hey, Nat,” you answer and reach for the blueberries on the shelf. Just as you grab them, Steve calls for meeting, for everyone. You look to Tony and Nat, “That means me, too, doesn’t it?” You look at the ground as they give you a sympathetic look, “Yeah, it does, sorry kid,” Tony answers.
Once everyone sits down in the meeting room, Steve begins, “There has been some news on Bucky, and I’m taking Sam with me to get him. I would have also taken Tony,” he shoots him a glare, “But he seems… preoccupied,” he huffs out in an annoyed tone. You roll your eyes and stare at the table in front of you. “Also, when I get back, we’ll begin training the new recruits, which means you’ll actually have to show your powers,” he directed at you. You glare up at him, “I’d rather not.” He sighs, “Well, unless you can get the hang of hand to hand combat, you’ll just have to leave.” That earns a snort from Tony in the corner, “Something you’d like to say, Stark?” Steve glares over. “Nothing, nothing,” Tony responds.
Once the meeting is over you go out to roam the tower, every time you see a dead plant, you stop and look around, and when you see no one, you revive them. Once you’ve made it to the living room, you’ve revived all of the plants, and you see Wanda sitting on the couch, spaced out. You sit next to her and try to get her attention, “Wanda? Are you all right? It’s me, (y/n),” she turns to you, “Do you not remember me?” You shake your head and look at the ground as she continues, “I remember you, from the experiments, and from the way things happened, it is probably for the best, though if you would have fought, maybe Pietro would not be in the condition he is in.” You grab her hands and force her to look at you, “Wanda, when the rest of the Avengers broke in, I was hit in the head, and once they got Niles out, he refused to let me fight, not knowing the damages done to me, or how stable I was or am seeing as they’d wiped me so many times, but one thing I can say is, if I would have been fighting, there’s still could have been a chance Pietro would be in there, but he’s alive, Wanda, he’s fighting, you have to keep believing in that.” She smiles at you, “Thank you, (y/n), and also, you are doing good at keeping it hidden that you are a Stark, I did not mean to find out, but Tony was thinking very loudly. Do not worry, your secret is safe with me.”
Steve walks in just as she says that, “What secret would that be, Maximoff?” He looks annoyed. You stand, “Steve, I really don’t know what I did wrong to upset you, but please, give it a rest. The secret she’s keeping is one of my life outside of this that I’d rather have stay there. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if T needs me in the lab,” you saunter away from him as he looks slightly shocked. He shakes his head, “Wanda, I’m getting ready to leave to get Bucky, would you come with me?”
