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Summary : There is war in the Pantheon. The people of Greece and the worlds beyond are suffering in chaos. The one who is believed may change this, is you. It is up to you to climb Mt. Olympus and to speak with the gods, demand in whatever way you can that the destruction below stop.
But things are never that simple, and soon you find that there is more going on than meets the idea. With no warning you are thrust into a world of gods, monsters, and so much more. You must go head to head with those you have worshiped and decide how you may save your people. And above all… why you?
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Summary: You are gifted; you are an Avenger. But you have a secret: when you are induced with panic, your powers take on a mind of their own. Will you still be an asset to the team?
Characters: Reader, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff
Pairings: Um, she’s kind of a loner but crushes on Bucky?
For @letsgetoutalive
Mental Illness Awareness Challenge
Beta’d by the awesomely talented @iwriteshortstuff Thank you so much Claire!
Panic Attacks: pan·ic at·tackˈpanik əˌtak, noun: panic attack; plural noun panic attacks – a sudden feeling of acute and disabling anxiety
Symptoms: Shortness of breath or hyperventilation. Heart palpitations or racing heart. Chest pain or discomfort. Trembling or shaking. Choking feeling. Feeling unreal or detached from your surroundings. Sweating. Nausea or upset stomach. Feeling dizzy, light-headed, or faint. Numbness or tingling sensations. Hot or cold flashes. Fear of dying, losing control, or going crazy.
Superpower: Freezing Time
Your latest mission with The Avengers was pretty cut and dry. Get in, find the Intel – which happened to be a who, a computer hacker from Des Moines – not a what, get out. Engage, disengage, knock out the bad guys that got in your way. That part tended to be Bruce, Tony, Steve, and Bucky’s MO, while you used your ability to stop time and thus freeze what was happening around you to assist in the mayhem that was a standard Shield operation.
What you tended to avoid were the thoughts that Hydra would also be there, maybe two steps ahead, as it was in your best interest to avoid those thoughts. No one on the team knew, but when you had been captured along with Bucky two months back, your anxiety and panic attacks had come back. You supposed water boarding, electric shock, and regular beatings would be the prime cause of the resurgence of your attacks.
The Avengers loved having you around; you had a great personality, kick ass powers, honestly, who else could make time stand still with just a single focused thought and the extension of hands?
You had stopped many complications; Tony was nearly decapitated by one of his many “projects” in the lab and if it weren’t for FRIDAY’s alert and your controlled focus on the robotics, Tony would probably still be a pain in the ass even without a head.
Natasha was mid-flight on her motorcycle as a stinger was directed her way, nearly rendering her unconscious. With your powers, you were able to freeze the attempted kill, and by the time you released your hold on her, Steve’s shield was in place to deflect the stinger, causing it to explode mid-air in a plume of smoke. Natasha landed safely, burning rubber to get to the next bad guy.
Today though, in sauntered Hans, one of Hydra’s henchmen; the same man that had relentlessly tortured you months ago. The same man now looked at you with predatory eyes, approaching the line of Avengers who had your back. All you had to do was cease his movements, stop him from taking another step as he raised his Luger towards you, but as you raised your own hands in preparation to stop the bullet, you recalled Bucky’s screams from that night. You felt yourself choking on water, unable to move on the table. Reflexively, you felt your body tense and retract into itself, beads of sweat lining your brow. Not from exertion, no, there wasn’t much to exert. You had blinked, and the gun went off, bullet whizzing through the air.
“No!”
You screamed in anguish. This can’t be happening, not here, not now, not when your team needed you the most, but the shaking of your limbs, twitching of your fingers, the numbness creeping down your jaw to your left arm, the detached feeling that you were powerless against the enemy caused you to freeze. Your hands dropped, the bullet mere millimeters from striking your chest plate, and the anguished cry of Bucky as he jumped and tossed you to the side like a rag doll was the last you heard.
All the fear, panic, all the anxiety about losing control of the uncontrollable had finally resurfaced, and had gotten Bucky shot.
Tiny lights flickered over your opened eyes. You blinked, realizing Bruce and his tiny penlight were to blame, checking you over for injuries or concussion.
You had always cared about Bucky, and his strength was something that you had always considered when in the field, like when he tossed you out of the way, but lately you had been stewing on what that strength would do in a less professional relationship. The mere size of Barnes made you wonder if he’d snap you in half like a twig.
Bucky.
“Bucky!” You shot up, rather tried to, but your arms were anchored to the table, straps over your chest. You kicked your feet in frustration.
“Hey, hey, calm down YNN.” Bruce injected a syringe of something into your neck. “This is going to subdue your attacks for now. Tony’s working on something more stable, more…fashionable.”
“Where. Is. Bucky,” you grit out before the sedative had a chance to kick in. As if on cue, in he walked, non-metal arm in a sling, alive. You squinted up at him. “How are you not in a bed like me?”
“Super strength and healing, Doll,” he reassured you. “Rest, we’ll talk logistics later.”
“I’m so sorry, Buck, it’s all my fault, everything I touch turns to ash,” you mumbled as the sedative took hold. “I…wish…I…had…,” you dozed off, “control.”
Two days later you had woken up in your own room in Stark Tower, redressed in yoga pants, a tank top – sans bra – and when you went to lift your hands to rub the much needed sleep from your eyes, you noticed two slender metal cuffs on both wrists.
“What the f-?” anxious, you fought to tear them off, trying to yank them over your slender wrists. When you did, a tiny shock traversed through your body, and the anxiousness you were feeling slowly ebbing away.
“Hey, there, Panic.” Tony walked into your room, holding something under one arm, carrying a breakfast tray in both hands.
“Har, har, Metal Head,” you snarked. “So I guess now everyone knows I’m just as much a freak as the ones Shield tries to apprehend.”
“Don’t worry, Coulson has no desire to commandeer you for his team of misfits. You’re stickin’ with us, Panic.” You sighed at the nickname.
“Tony, can you not call me that, please?”
“Why not,” he shrugged with a glimmer in his eyes, “it fits, just like my uniform is made of…,” he silenced himself, because he knew it was not made of Iron.
“Right, well my panic attacks don’t define me, Tony,” you side-eyed him, annoyed.
“You’re right, but they did almost get you killed,” Tony’s voice was hushed, laced with concern, a rarity for him. He was always there for you, and it was evident in his eyes that he wondered just how long you had kept this secret from him. He looked to you as the sister he never wanted, but was blessed with anyway.
“I almost got Bucky killed,” you whispered. “What if it was Natasha, or Wanda? They don’t have super strength,” you chided yourself. “There’d be no coming back from that, Tony.” You could feel the anxiety strangling your thoughts, all the what ifs, the endless possibilities of incoming fears and struggles, and suddenly the wrist guards shocked you twice, the second one almost sending you into convulsions. Tony was quick to your bedside, the breakfast table knocked over, coffee and waffles staining your comforter.
“Hey, YNN, hey, it’ll be okay,” Tony took you in his arms and rocked you as you sobbed, “I’ll have to reconfigure those cuffs for you, but in the meantime, I have this shirt, it’s like a compression vest they use on children with special needs, pretty much a huge hug in all the right places.”
“It won’t shock the shit outta me will it, Tony?” you sniffed into his t-shirt, “because that really sucked.”
“No, YNN, it’ll just feel like this,” and he held you tight, your chest pressing against his. The feeling of warmth and security quickly pushed the negative thoughts to the nether realm.
Unbeknownst to you, Bucky and Steve had been standing outside your bedroom door when they heard your screams. Bucky held his breath as he watched Tony hold you close and Steve noticed the rigidness in his stance.
“She’s in good hands, pal,” Steve clapped him on the shoulder, “but I’m bettin’ you’d rather her be in yours, huh?”
“Let it go, Rogers,” Bucky snapped and cradled his good arm to his chest, hating that you were going through this mental torture.
Three missions out and you had yet to get back in the field, despite everyone trying to recruit you. Natasha even promised that you could fly the Quinjet, but you could see straight through her. You knew they wanted the best for you, but you were suffocated by the fear that your panic would take over and that next time, your teammates wouldn’t survive.
The compression shirt, or HAC as Tony called it (since Hugs and Cuddles just didn’t sound superheroish enough), was working, you’d give him that. You still wore the cuffs, now recalibrated to a milder shock level, and coupled with the shirt, you were getting better at stopping time.
Bucky took it upon himself to help you recover. Who better, he thought, than the person you had been tortured with all those months back?
You were both sparring in the training room, when out of the corner of your eye you saw Steve toss his shield towards Bucky. The metal disc whizzed through the air, straight for his head. You stretched out your hands on instinct, a blue current of light flickered from the cuffs – a new addition to your powers – and you concentrated on the flying saucer.
Everyone and everything around you stilled and as you walked slowly towards the impeding disc. With one hand you flicked it aside, the other keeping Bucky and Steve frozen.
Once the shield was falling to the mats, you released the two Avengers from your hold.
“Nice work, Doll.” Bucky surprised you with a hug that lifted you off the ground, and before he tossed you over his shoulder you saw a smirk on Steve’s face.
“Why Bucky?” you asked.
“You owed him a save, YNN,” Steve smiled as Bucky put you down. You leaned down and tossed him his shield. "What better way to see if you could do it than when you were distracted, am I right?“
“As always, Cap,” you were smug, but grateful.
“I see Panic is suited up,” Tony ambled in, his armor glistening.
“Tony, what did I tell you about that nickname?” you felt the anxiousness rising, but with Bucky’s presence and HAC, you breathed in and out and calmed.
“Reclaim it, own it, kid,” he instructed. “It may not be who you are, but it sure makes you one hell of a team player!”
“Just like I’m ‘The Winter Soldier’, ” Bucky chimed in, “but without the brainwashing psycho crap.”
“So what do you say, Doll,” Steve approached you, hand extended, “shall we get this show on the road?”
“I thought it was ‘Avengers Assemble’”, you winked and he grinned broadly.
“Natasha has the Quinjet prepped and fueled. How about we assemble outside, that is, if you’re up to a mission, Panic?” You grinned.
“Let’s do this.” You sprinted towards the exit with the trio of men behind you. “One day at a time, YN,” you said aloud, “One day at a time.”
A/N: Hey people of the internet! For those who don’t know me, I’m Em, and I’m an everything blogger. When I heard about @letsgetoutalive ‘s Allies Challenge I went “That’s,,, actually brilliant.” As someone who resorts to fics when things get shitty and you really feel like you need a hug, this challenge seemed right up my alley. So enough with the prologue of the authors note, now to the real reason I’m putting this here. Disclaimers: I’m writing this fic based off my own feelings and experience. This is essentially how I get when I’m in a mood. I can’t attest to anyone else, but this is how I feel. Also like a majority of the Marvel fandom, I live in a universe where Pietro Maximoff didn’t die and the twins are happy. And this is my first reader insert, so I apologize in advance. (Post writing, I now seriously commend anyone who can write a reader insert, man these things are hard) This Is Your Heart, Can You Feel It? Steve had noticed it first. (y/n) was wandering the tower like a shell of herself. She was good at hiding it sure, but Steve had ultimately caught on. She claimed she was in a perpetual state of tired, but she was actually napping more frequently, and these weren’t 20 minute naps, they were hardcore “you went to nap at 2 PM its 6 what the hell.” He also noticed that she was hiding herself away more often. The others respected this, they all needed their alone time, but FRIDAY was having a hard time coaxing (y/n) out for food. Finally, after nearly two weeks, Steve decided to ask some questions. He found the Maximoff twins in the kitchen chatting about something in Sokovian. “Hey guys, have you noticed something off about (y/n)?” Steve asked. Wanda thought it over but Pietro answered. “Yeah, she seems off. Is she alright?” Pietro asked. “I’m about to find out, has FRIDAY said she’s napping?” Steve asked. “No, I think FRIDAY told Tony that she’s lying in bed watching YouTube.” Wanda said. Steve nodded, that was normal, but he wasn’t convinced she was okay. “Thanks you two.” He said. Steve wandered to the elevator when Pietro rushed in with Wanda in his arms. “We want in. Whatever cheer up plan you have.” Pietro said. Steve smiled and pressed the button that led to the personal quarters. The trio wandered to the door to find it shut. Steve knocked and shuffling was heard on the other side. They were greeted with (y/n) in sweats with messy hair. “Hey, did I miss a house meeting?” (y/n) asked as she messed with her hair. Pietro shook his head. “Do you mind if we come in (y/n/n)?” Steve asked. (Y/n) was immediately nervous as she let the three of them in. She and Steve were close, but not so close that he would break out a nickname that usually only Clint and Pietro used. She wandered back over to her bed and made sure the nest that she had been resorting to these past few days was presentable as she wrapped the comforter she slept with around her and put the wrappers on her dresser. Steve sat on the edge of the bed as the twins flanked either side of her. “What’s going on you guys? Who died?” (Y/n) asked. Steve cracked a smile. Moments like that proved that she was still in there. “No one died, I-” “We’ve been worried about you princessa.” Pietro said. “You haven’t been yourself lately.” “Thanks guys, but seriously, I’m okay.” (Y/n) said. “Bull, c’mon (y/n), we’re your friends. Tony’s not here.” Wanda said. She knew (y/n) was intimidated by Stark, despite the fact that she had no reason to be, Stark was quite fond of her and found her extremely intelligent. (Y/n) started messing with her bracelets and her hands. Pietro caught this and pulled her a little into his side. “Princessa,” Pietro muttered. “I’ve just been having a rough week, it happens.” (Y/n) muttered in return. Steve tilted his head. “What happened?” Steve asked. “Nothing, that’s the problem.” (Y/n) exclaimed. “I have no reason to feel this way, no valid suffering point! I just feel like I actually suck at being a human and I’m so damn tired and my stupid brain wants to throw me off a cliff and it’s just like I can’t throw myself a lifeline! Like I know it’s stupid, and I know that it’s not true, and I know it’s just misfiring but dammit, I can’t get myself to feel any other way!” She added. (Y/n) felt tears coming on, as they always did when she tried to explain this sort of thing. She fiercely tried to prevent them from coming out. Pietro pulled her tighter into his side. Wanda hugged her as well. Steve took her hand and squeezed it. “You can cry princessa, no one would hold it against you.” Pietro said. This was enough to push her over the edge. (Y/n) started crying, something Steve was pretty positive he had never seen her do. She always seemed like an indestructible, untouchable fighter who kept going. When really, she was good at hiding. Wanda hugged her tighter and Steve would occasionally give her hand a recurring squeeze. When (y/n) managed to calm herself down a bit she looked to Steve. “Why’d you come with them?” She asked. She assumed that the twins had sought her out. “He’s actually the reason we’re here.” Wanda said. “I noticed you’ve been off the past couple of days, and I thought it was high time someone checked up on you. I would’ve done it sooner, but I wanted to make sure it wasn’t just a fluke.” Steve said. (Y/n) briefly untangled herself from Pietro and Wanda and threw herself at Steve. He gladly accepted the embrace, holding her close. He could feel that more tears were coming on. So he rubbed her back and held her for a bit. “Thanks Steve. That’s the first time someone’s checked up on me.” She said when she untangled herself. “I wouldn’t be the Dad Friend if I didn’t.” He said mentioning the joke (y/n) would make when Steve would take charge of the group. She smiled and laughed a little. “Hey, I was gonna watch Tangled, you guys wanna stick around and watch?” (Y/n) said. “I’ll grab snacks!” Wanda exclaimed. “I’ll grab more blankets.” Pietro added. The twins ran out leaving (y/n) and Steve. “So what’s Tangled about?” Steve asked. “Not gonna tell you, you’re just gonna have to watch it with the rest of us.” (Y/n) remarked with a smirk. Pietro came back with blankets and pillows. Wanda returned with popcorn, candy, and chips. They all wrapped themselves in their blankets and spread out the snacks between them. (Y/n) popped in Tangled and they all settled in. (Y/n) leaned into Pietro and accepted the arm that was thrown around her by Steve, Wanda laid down in front of them all propping herself out with a pillow. The movie started and the four of them found themselves a bundle of laughs and terrible attempts at singing. By the time the climax rolled around, (y/n) was once more a bit more smiley than she had been and her drowsiness from the outpouring of emotions was starting to set in. She leaned into Pietro a bit more. Pietro chuckled and fell back, dragging (y/n) and Steve down with him. Wanda looked up from where she was lying and slid in between Steve and (y/n). Steve chuckled and turned onto his side slightly as Pietro did on the other end. Soon enough, the drowsiness vibes were too hard to deny and everyone slowly drifted off to sleep. Sometime later, Stark knocked on (y/n)’s door to find out if she knew where Steve went. When he got no answer, he poked his head in to find the super soldier he was looking for, the twins, and (y/n) in a pile of limbs all passed out. Stark chuckled lightly to himself, he’d wake them later for food, right now, he figured (y/n) needed all the support she could get. (Y/n)’s internal thought process, besides the screaming that she was cuddling with Pietro, was something along the lines of happy that she had friends to help her out. Sure, she knew it before the break down, but it was nice to be reminded sometimes. And she knew this wasn’t going to make everything just disappear, but it most certainly did help ease the weight. So when she briefly drifted into consciousness when someone opened the door, she figured it was easier to just keep sleeping. So she curled slightly tighter into Pietro’s side and fell back asleep. It was the best nap she had all week.
Her name’s Allie, and she’s incredible!! Not only is she an amazingly talented writer, but she is so open hearted and willing to help people. Even though she has her own struggles, she spends SO much time helping people who need it. Allie has reached out to help people in different ways, including her incredibly helpful segment of “Hello’s”, notes of encouragement and motivation for self-love from various Supernatural characters (they’re on her masterlist here). There is so much positive feedback from so many people who share stories about how the “Hello’s” have helped them.
Allie will stay up for hours talking with anyone, whether it’s a close friend, follower, or just an anon who’s stumbled across her blog and needs help.
I love Allie because she has such a beautiful and kind heart, and I think she deserves some love back for all the love she gives. :) Love ya Allie!
@mishacollins and @officialgishwhes, I nominate @letsgetoutalive (Allie).
I know you told us to state how they helped me, but I’d like to start off with you knowing that it was never just me. @letsgetoutalive has helped so many and is always open to help more. She is such a kind soul and when I heard about this nominating contest, she seemed like the best choice for me.
But enough of vague words, story time.
A while ago I was scrolling through Tumblr when one post caught my attention. It read, “If you are ever having a bad day, text me.” and it was written by Allie. The post seemed small, but it was cute and kind, and I could see how far it could go. I mean, just the thought that if anyone was down, they always had someone to go to. It helps so much to be able to let go and speak to someone, and most times it’s easier to do that online. What people don’t see, however, is how hard and painful it can be to be the person listening. It hurts to expose yourself to everyone’s pain, especially when there is often times nothing you can do.
But nevertheless, Allie was there for me and so many others...
About two weeks after I read that post, stuff - lots of stuff - happened, and it continued to happen. I was depressed, horribly, and very much not-good thoughts filled my head. But I couldn’t speak to anyone in real life because I didn’t want to be a bother, and I couldn’t even bring myself to drop my problems on any of my online friends. Friends I had talked to for years, and I wasn’t comfortable enough to tell them. But one night texting with Allie was enough to prove to me that she really cares about people’s problems, even those of whom she had never once meet in person.
I sent her a message. And, to my surprise, she answered. I told her what was going on, and to my surprise, she cared. I’ll spare everyone reading this the depressed and over-angsty details, but in a few short hours, she helped- no. In a few short hours, she saved me. Heaven knows how many others she saved too. I’d also like to point out two posts: This one, her saying she’s willing to help other win, and this one, her being nominated by another soul (whom of which I’d suggest you read their story as well).
And one more point before I go. This all (my story) happened a good six months ago, and from there, not only have I been more confident and loving in myself, and she inspired me to pay it forward and help others, but I still remember - in detail - how caring, loving, and supportive Allie was to a lost girl who - in truth - had only used her.
I know there are many people out there who probably deserve this award, but there is no one I would pick more than @letsgetoutalive. Thank you, @officialgishwhes, for hosting this, and thank you, Allie, for- well, everything.
summaries of my last five stories! Tagged by @letsgetoutalive I’m sorry guys, I know they’re crap
1. Nothing... Yeah, Nothing At All - Studying is no fun, but it doesn’t suck so much if you have a friend to help you out. Especially if that friend is Remus Lupin
2. Eyes Full of Lies - Lies hurt, especially when they involve someone you care about. A mysterious Dean, a smitten reader, and some more feels all star in this fic
3. Too Many Questions, Not Enough Kissing - It’s almost Sam’s birthday, and reader is having trouble keeping secrets from her boyfriend
4. Patches - Supernatural AU where Dean and reader have a mini misadventure together at Sam and Jess’s New Year’s Eve party
5. Fireside and Feel Better - It’s Christmastime, and reader has a migraine, so Sam decides to help her enjoy Christmas more
➖Biggest fear: Spiders. Allie, I never told you, but before I made this account, I don’t know if you remember, but I was the spider anon who was watching the clown episode... ??? :DDD
➖Dream job: Actress in the cinematic business
➖Dream car: Ummm, vintage bug or porsche carrera
➖Dream house: An urban loft in the middle of the city
DO YOU:
➖Like someone: I have a crush on a close friend’s boyfriend. Guys, I’m such a terrible person
➖Love someone: Fictional characters???
➖Have tattoos: None
➖Have piercings: Ear piercings
➖Party: AHHHHHHHHHHH no.
FAVORITE:
➖Artist(s): Musical? Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, Shawn Mendes, One Direction (NEW music, not their teen stuff), William Fitzsimmons, The Staves, Iron and Wine
➖Movie(s): Captain America: TWS, The Avengers, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Stardust
➖Song: Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran
➖Netflix series: Daredevil
➖Book(s): TOOOOOOOOOO MANYYYYYYYY
➖Color(s): Soft autumnal colors
➖Animal(s): Horses or dogs
THIS OR THAT:
➖Twitter or Facebook: Twitter
➖Twitter or Instagram: Twitter
➖Facebook or Instagram: Instagram
➖Coke or Pepsi: Coke
➖Tea or coffee: But I love them both so much! In the end, coffee??? It really depends on my mood
➖Tacos or pizza: PIZZA
➖Winter or summer: Winter, whoop!
WOULD YOU EVER:
➖Get married: Yes!
➖Have kids: Yep
➖Swim with sharks: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGG maybe.
➖Eat rotten food: Accidentally, I have before, but would I ever???? Like on purpose???
➖Marry a foreigner: Of course! Makes no difference!
Tagging @sroberts25, @misswinchester221b (I was your first Stardust buddy! I just realized my mobile sent those asks on anon!), anyone who wants to join!!!
