A post-thunderbolts boblena fic with an AOS framework concept💫
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66558592
Synopsis: Yelena Belova is tasked with entering the Framework on a mission to save her team and the world by locating Reed Richard's cryo-pod and freeing his Framework counterpart. However, when she enters the system, she finds herself in a rather complicated situation. Yelena must find a way to bridge the gap between reality and illusion as she comes face to face with a world constructed to taunt her every being, all while trying to accomplish her mission.
I hope everyone enjoys Chapter 1! I’m already working on the rest of the story. Stay tuned! Will be sharing art based on this fic as well. (@tjddraws on twitter)
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When Leopold Fitz was 10 years old, his father gave him the choice of leaving Scotland with him or stay with his mum; He chose to go with his father. This put him on the path to become a successful entrepreneur better known as The Doctor, a cruel intimidating man who will sell his inventions to the highest bidder; be they Shield, Hydra, or an independent contractor.
After an intense encounter with a strange man who goes by Enoch, Leopold wakes up to find himself in another lifetime; one where he chose to stay with his mother and never entered the private sector. He’s now married with two daughters and a boy on the way. His wife, none other than the one who got away, the scientist who tried to recruit him to the Shield resistance Jemma Simmons. Why would Enoch have done this to him?! He was perfectly content being the world’s most successful inventor, even if he didn’t have this beautiful family. Or will he find a desire to reconnect with his mum and Jemma?
Raina is never one to pass up an opportunity. That Madame Hydra herself takes an interest in her ought to be daunting, perhaps, but she finds it quite thrilling.
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new ship for @agentsofchallenges‘ january challenge
Quoting your idea back to you: "The Time Team ends up in something like the Framework from Agents of SHIELD" (^^)
(The promised blurb that I write while eating dinner, inspired by talk of Timeless, the Boys, and AoS that has chilled me to write)
“How is security for tonight’s event?” Benjamin Cahill asked.
Denise Christopher glanced toward the exits, where agents were already stationed. “All prepared and on alert. We have uniforms and undercover operatives as you requested. They’ve been vetted thoroughly.”
“Excellent,” Cahill smiled. “You’ve been an excellent asset to us. I’m pleased that someone at the department is willing to extend my party the same treatment as the other two.”
“You’re on the ballot, it’s owed.” responded Denise as they passed by the stage. “Good luck out there tonight.”
“Thank you, Agent Christopher. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
Cahill walked off, leaving her on her own. Denise turned around and stared at the chairs and bleachers behind her. Banners with the pale gold Rittenhouse Party logo hung from the ceiling. A strange feeling washed over at her, one that made her feel sick looking at those banners. Denise couldn’t stand straight for a moment, nearly dropping to the ground. It was gone as quickly as it passed though. She wasn’t even sure why it had come over her...
~
Jiya flicked through the pages on her desks of memos and to-dos and committee reminders. It looked like another long day at the office, but that was to be expected for her. Then again, she was one of the three Rittenhouse Party representatives, although polls were favorable for more to be joining come the election. The bills she and the other two were planning would be going through easier.
“Congresswoman Marri?”
She looked up as the door to her office cracked open. “Daniel?”
“Your 9:00 just arrived.”
Jiya smiled and straightened some of the papers on her desks. “Send her in.”
A minute passed before her appointment entered the office. It was enough time for her to take a glance out her office window. It wasn’t the best view, but it was still a beautiful one. It reminded her of what she was working for, what the party was working for.
Wait, what was she-
Her door opened and Jiya turned around to greet her guest with a smile, the strange thought of wrongness leaving her mind. “Hello, Ms. Whitmore.”
~
“Hey, what do you think of this?”
Rufus looked up from his storyboard and notes to see what Niles had done. He was working with the ad for Benjamin Cahill’s campaign. Numbers were good, but you could never be too cautious. Elections had been lost with complacency.
He watched the clip that Niles had put together. It was good- really good. Niles was good at this stuff. But somehow...Rufus felt sick watching it. Which didn’t make sense, but watching Cahill smile at the end as he approved the message made him shiver.
“Rufus?”
Rufus shook his head, but the wrongness was still there. “It’s good, Niles. Exactly what they’re looking for.”
“Are you okay, man?”
“Yeah, I just need to go take a break.”
Without saying anything else, he walked out the room and towards the bathroom. Once he was inside, Rufus looked at the reflection of himself in the mirror. For a moment, he seemed to be wearing a hoodie and a Star Wars t-shirt instead of a button down with the sleeves rolled up. He shut his eyes, wondering why he would wear something like that in a workplace.
What was happening?
~
“She won’t talk. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
“Thanks, Dave,” Wyatt patted him on the shoulder. “How long has she been there?”
“Three days,” Dave shook his head. “And there’s not a peep coming out about the other cells. We know they’re out there.”
“Let me take a crack then.”
Twelve minutes later, Wyatt walked into the interrogation room with a plate of cookies. The woman behind the table glared at him as he entered. He set the plate down and pushed it across to her. Her glare settled on the cookies like they were something offensive.
“You poison these?” she snarled at him.
“Only the cupcakes have poison,” he smirked. “You’ve been here three days, and I know the food sucks. Luckily, we keep a tube of Nestle in the break room freezer. Not everyone has hot fresh cookies.”
She continued to glare.
“You don’t have to tell me anything about your operations,” Wyatt told her. “Dave like to get right to the point. And being alone in this space...the loneliness really gets to you.”
Her silence persisted, so he tried a different tactic. “My name’s Wyatt, by the way. And you are.”
Finally, she spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Amy.”
~
Garcia’s eyes darted from side to side. He scanned the crowd as they ran from the doors, hoping that he’d find her. After the day he’s had, all he wanted to do was see her and go home. The card from the Rittenhouse party member was burning in his pocket.
“We think you’d be an excellent addition to our team.”
“I’m not a politician.”
“But you were NSA. You know government work. Coming back into the fray, helping us roll out the new policy if we get elected...think of the lives that you could save.”
Garcia shuddered again. It had felt wrong, even with the points that were being made. Policies made sense but he had a funny feeling about them. Perhaps it was just the time of year. The election was getting more and more fierce with each day, as were the attacks on the Rittenhouse Party. What if he got caught in one of the attacks? Who would be there for-
“Iris!” he called, catching sight of her long brown braid swinging as she ran towards him. “There you are.”
“Hi, Dad,” she grinned. “Ms. Patterson was explaining our homework so we would be able to understand it.”
“And your dad can’t help with math?” he teased as she opened the car door.
She made a face. “It’s fractions and story problems.”
He chuckled, but somehow he felt sad. It didn’t make sense.
~
“Comfortable, Connor?”
Connor Mason turned away from the window of his “prison”. A gilded cage was perhaps a better description for where Rittenhouse was keeping him. It was as fine as the one he used to own back in reality. The one difference here was that he wasn’t allowed a computer or phone. Rittenhouse had made sure that he wouldn’t be contacting the outside world.
“This technology wasn’t meant to be built,” he muttered. “And especially not for this purpose to test your takeover strategy.”
“It’s alternative use that’s effective for our interests,” Benjamin said. “We make mistakes here, then perfect. You can live years within a minute here, Connor. That’s plenty of time for us, and plenty of time for your ragtag misfits to be swayed to our side.”
Connor chuckled. “So you would think.”
Benjamin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t have us all.”
~
Lucy stared at the team laying on the hospital beds in a single row. All of them were there, and on the other side were people she didn’t recognize. Were they Rittenhouse, or innocent civilians to be brainwashed? Either way, she wasn’t ready to wake on up and find out. The strange devices attached to their heads reminded her of head massagers, which she was never using again after this. Could they be removed safely or not?
Making her way to end of the row, Lucy took the empty bed beside Garcia and sat down. Remembering how Connor had told them about his prototype, she remembered what she was doing. Whatever fantasy nightmare awaited her, Lucy couldn’t lose sight of her goal. She had to find the way out and free the team.
“Here we go,” she murmured, lowering the device onto her head and closing her eyes.
The switch was instant. A sudden pressure bore down on her whole body. When she tried to scream, something caught in her mouth before she shut it. Her hands were above her somehow and could feel a breeze. She wriggled her arms out and realized she was covered in dirt. Quickly, Lucy scratched her hands at the surface above her head to dig away the dirt. By the time her head came free, she was able to see it was sunset, even though it had been pitch black when she arrived at the facility.
It took a while longer to pull the rest of her body out of the ground. Her nails were coated with dirt and blood. She spat out the mud that had gotten in her mouth and rolled away from the ground. Glancing over to the hole, a gasp escaped her when she saw what was inside. A skeleton wearing the same clothes she had on now was nestled in the shallow grave.
Someone had killed her in this reality.
Lucy stared for a moment at her alternate self’s body, then pushed the dirt back over it. Once the bones were buried, she stood up and caught sight of a road. She made her way down to it and spotted the lights in the distance. It had been a long time since she had seen Washington DC at night in present day, but she could still recognize it.
“Okay,” she sighed, shaking the dirt out of her hair. “Time to find a ride.”
“I guess we just weren’t meant to be.” DoctorHunter from the angst prompts please!!!
Okay, nonny, this one got a bit away from me. It’s 2k, and I love it, so it’s got it’s own ao3 story
Read on ao3 or keep reading below :)
Something magical happened the second the Doctor took his tie off. In the safety of his rooms, he took off his carefully pristine tie, and the Doctor became Leopold right in front of Hunter’s eyes.
Hunter had been waiting for an hour, but despite being a bastard about punctuality, Leopold always came home late. He stepped into the room, and closed the door behind him with a decisive click, and before he even took off his shoes or set down his briefcase, he took off the tie first.
“Long day?” Hunter asked, flipping the page in the magazine he’d been perusing.
“If I have to hear my father talk about stocks one more time this week, I might lose it,” Leopold said.
Hunter closed the magazine and set it on the table.
“And what does Madam Mistress say about stocks?”
“You know you’re not supposed to talk about her like that.”
“Considering she puts her hands on and kisses my boyfriend in public, I think I earned the right to disrespect her a little in private.”
“We’ve talked about this,” Leopold said.
“I know. It’s necessary to keep up the appearance that you’re this straight-laced, obedient heterosexual, but I’m not strong enough to pretend like it doesn’t bother me. I would love to be the one on your arm in public, because I can protect you there. I can’t do shit from these rooms, hidden away like some ugly step-child you didn’t want.”
Leopold kicked off his shoes, left his jacket on the hook by the door, and circled around the couch until he was at Hunter’s side. He nudged Hunter sitting straighter and then welcomed himself into Hunter’s lap.
“I don’t want Ophelia’s life. I don’t want to be the head of Hydra or ruler of the world. I just want to be by your side, Leopold, the way I always have.”
Hunter had expressed these desires before but it wasn’t like Leopold could just come out and say to the world, I’m queer, this is my boyfriend who I’m incredibly in love with. No, they had to stay hidden, had to stay secret. The best part of his day was coming home to Hunter’s gentle hands after a day of hard work and his father’s constant and reliable disappointment in him.
Hunter reminded him of his mum, her gentle smile and easy laugh, the way she listened and cared about Leopold’s ideas.
“You know I’d have you out there with me if I could, but the second I put a toe out of line, all of this goes away.”
He gestured around them in a broad arc to capture the nice apartment and the life they had, the life Leopold had, the fact that Hunter was still alive at all.
“I know,” Hunter said, unbuttoning Leopold’s suit jacket first and pushing it off his shoulders. He loved Leopold in a suit, but Leopold without any clothes was vastly superior, and luckily for him, Leopold never had any objections.
Something magical happened when Hunter took off his clothes, too. He hoisted Leopold into the air, arms supporting him while his legs wrapped around Hunter to keep him steady, and carried him into their bedroom. He lay Leopold out, and peeled the rest of his suit off until he was laid bare on the bedspread. Completely naked, vulnerable and open, Leopold became Leo, and Hunter became Lance, the only place they allowed those names.
“Leo,” Lance said, kissing bared skin with sweet reverence. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you, Lance,” Leo muttered, hands running over Lance’s back and sides, unable to rest until he’d check him all over again. “I want you to take control.”
“Gladly.”
Somewhere else, Madam Hydra sat at her desk when one of her agents tapped on her door nervously.
“What is it?”
“You wanted a report on the Doctor’s activities,” the agent said. “Lance Hunter has been seen near his apartment, exiting and entering with what seems to be a key of his own. One of our investigators even view d Doctor Fitz and Lance Hunter engaging in sexual activities.”
“I see. And how did they obtain this information?”
“By looking through an open window, Madam.”
“Not even through a recording from inside the apartment?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Very well. Thank you. Leave the report.”
The agent set a file on Madam Hydra's desk and left. She looked through the photos of Lance Hunter entering the apartment, the same apartment Leopold entered a few photos later, the shots through an open window of Leopold in Lance Hunter’s lap, head through back in ecstasy, hair a mess from his lover’s hands.
There was even a transcript of some of their captured conversation.
“—a little house on the beach, just you and me. You’d never had to put on that tie, close yourself off, touch Madam Mistress again,” Lance Hunter said.
“The dream. Someday, we’ll go,” Leopold replied.
“What do you want in our dream house?”
“As long as you’re there, that’s my dream.”
“What a softie,” Lance Hunter said, and she curled her hand in the paper, making it crinkle and rip. Even without hearing it, without hearing their inflections, Madam Hydra knew that they weren’t just sleeping together; they were in love.
That just wouldn’t do.
The next day, the Doctor was called to Madam Hydra’s office. He wasn’t due to her office until the afternoon for his project update, so being called early was odd. He straightened his tie and fixed his hair, and stepped into Madam Hydra’s office confidently. She was sat at her desk, reviewing a file in front of her with a stern face.
“Come in, Doctor.”
“Have I done something wrong, Madam?”
“Please shut the door.”
He would take that as a yes, then. Luckily, his father didn’t seem present for this conversation.
“Leopold, would you care to explain this?”
She pushed the file in front of her towards him, and he drew closer. On top of some paperwork, there was a few photos of himself and then some of Hunter. But the one on top stalled Leopold in his tracks. He was cradled against Hunter’s chest in their bed, naked on top of their bedspread, Hunter’s eyes closed with a sleepy, come-drunk smile.
“You’ve had me watched?” he asked, voice sharp.
“You’ve been having an affair with a security guard. He’s not even an agent, or someone with any power. He monitors the front desk.”
“Don’t talk about him like he’s nothing.”
“He is nothing.”
Leopold shook his head at her, trying to keep his temper in check. It wouldn’t do any good losing it at Ophelia. She might talk to Alistair if Leopold got too out of line, and he really didn’t need Alistair knowing about Hunter.
“What is this about?” Leopold asked. “Why now?”
“End it,” she said evenly.
“What?”
“We are supposed to be a team, a united front, holding the organization up in the world. We can’t do that if you’re screwing some nobody from the first floor.”
He didn’t argue that he wasn’t just screwing Hunter and he certainly wasn’t a nobody, because that would make things worse, but he wanted to.
“I don’t want you seeing him. If you do not end it yourself, he will be removed from the equation and sent to the fifth floor for reconditioning.”
“You can’t –“ he started to argue.
“You’ll find that I can,” she said, cutting him off. “Remember that you have your position at my discretion, and I can easily take away everything you care about. Either you get rid of him, or I will, and you’ll find it’s much less pleasant when I do it. Do we have an understanding, Leopold?”
He was quiet, seething in his spot, before nodding.
“Tell me.”
“I understand, Madam Hydra.”
He went home in a sour mood, and found Hunter in the kitchen, swaying to the beat of the radio, making dinner. Leopold stood in the doorway, watching him, the way he moved, the swing of his hips, the off-key way he sang along. He’d never felt like this for someone, too isolated thanks to his father.
He closed the door behind him.
“Leopold, is that you, love?” Hunter called, not bothering to look over his shoulder. If Leopold wanted to hurt Hunter, it would be too easy. If someone came in to hurt him, Ophelia or his father or someone from reconditioning, they could snap him up without him having a chance to fight back and escape. He’d have to be better about that. Leopold wouldn’t be around to protect him.
“You have terrible instincts,” Leopold answered.
“You have a very specific way of opening the front door. I knew it was you.”
“Good.”
Hunter turned and smiled at him, a radiant smile that faltered as he looked Leopold over.
“Long day?” he asked gently.
“Yeah. Uhh. I had to do some thinking today.”
“Your massive brain couldn’t handle a little thought?” Hunter playfully teased.
“I had to make a pretty massive decision, and I – you're not going to like it.”
“What do you mean?”
Leopold took off his tie, and set it on the table by the door without answering. He couldn’t have this conversation dressed up like the Doctor, this heartless scientist who never would have fallen for Hunter in the first place. He had been so stupid to want something for himself when everything had to be about Hydra and the benefit of the organization.
“What does that mean, Leopold?”
“Ophelia knows about us,” Leopold answered and gripped the back of the couch. He couldn’t say what needed to come next.
“And she was perfectly accepting, and we can stop hiding?” Hunter asked hopefully.
“No. She wants me to end it.”
Hunter took a sharp breath and put his spoon down.
“No,” he said firmly.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t? Don’t let her break us up? Don’t let someone else dictate our relationship? Don’t fight for you?”
“Lance, we can’t disobey her. She’s the head of Hydra.”
“I don’t give a shit about that, Leopold. What I care about is you, and me, and this life I thought we were building together. But Madam Mistress says no, so you’re ready to jump out the window.”
“I don’t want to do this, either, but –”
“There shouldn’t be a but, Leopold.”
“It’s not that easy, Hunter.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not. If I don’t end this, if I don’t stop seeing you, she will hurt you. Or worse, she’ll make me do it.”
“I’m not afraid of her.”
“I am.”
Hunter crossed to Leopold and kissed him hard, and Leopold held on with a whimper. This could be the last time they kissed, the last time Leopold touched his arms, his chest, his waist. He slipped his tongue past Leopold’s lips, making a desperate noise of his own.
Leopold pulled at his shirt, wanting to get Hunter naked if they’d never see each other again. He wanted to lose himself in Hunter and never resurface. Luckily, Hunter seemed more than happy to comply for once. They didn’t make it into the bedroom, Hunter lifting him up and pressing him into a wall in the living room, and they greedily took each other in like they’d been parched forever.
“I can’t let you get hurt,” Leopold said, laying in Hunter’s arms against the dining room floor, tucked under his arm right where he belonged.
“I know.”
They were silent, and Hunter lifted Leopold’s hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles and each fingertip and over his palm.
“I’ll have my stuff out by morning.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know. You always said we shouldn’t do this. You were always right, and I shouldn’t have tried to fight that. I guess we just weren’t meant to be.”
Leopold went to bed for the first time alone in over a year, trying to ignore the sounds of Hunter packing, and when the door closed before dawn behind him, Leopold did something he hadn’t thought possible anymore. He cried for everything that went with Hunter, all of the goodness he’d kindled in himself despite Ophelia and his father. He cried, and mourned, and in the morning, he put on his tie, and assumed his role of the Doctor, and forgot how to take it off.
“Loving me isn’t easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts.”
After Madame Hydra’s death, Leopold James Fitz—known as The Doctor—is the new boss of Hydra and he’s looking for Ophelia’s killer, but on that path he meets Skye. She was just an agent. That was all. But after a night full of lust, he begins to feel something he didn’t thought he could feel: love. He tried to stop that feeling, because it was wrong. But his body betrayed him and nothing could stop him.
