A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad! I surprisingly enjoyed writing this. It’s been about a year since I’ve watched the Marvel movies so my memory is pretty rusty, please let me know if I’ve mixed anything up and I’ll give it a quick fix. Also, I’m not from America so I’m not sure with their states/cities so please point out any mistakes I might’ve made.
Y/N's POV:
Things used to be good between my dad and I, but ever since Peter had shown up, all his attention had stuck on him. It wasn’t all too noticeable at first, we would still hang out when he was free, spending our Saturday nights watching movies together.
Though it only took a few weeks for him to start to brush me off more. Similar excuses each time he rescheduled our weekly plans. “I have improvements to add to Peter’s suit.” “I’ve got work to finish with Peter.” “Peter needs help getting used to the suit.” Peter this, Peter that.
It was like Peter was his son and not me. Just like that, I was thrown into the background, a minor thought in the back of his mind, it was like he no longer cared for me.
~~~
We had a recital coming up really soon, one I had expressed my excitement to my dad before for. He used to be so proud, so ecstatic to eventually see me up on stage. I hoped this would be the push he needed to give me the attention I had so easily and so quickly lost.
Dad was downstairs in his workshop, that’s where he usually was, always working on something new to dazzle the public with. I slowly open the glass door, stepping in as he speaks up. “Peter, you’re finally here. Here, try this-” He turns around, a metal plate in his hand as he props it towards me.
“Oh Y/N. Sorry about that, what do you need?” He turns back around, placing the metal back down, keeping his attention on his creation. I silently sigh as I walk over to him, taking the folded poster out of my pocket. I hand the piece of paper to him, his eyebrows raised in confusion before reading through it.
“The recitals in a couple days, I know how excited you were to come see me, and I’d love for you to be there” He smiles, stuffing the paper into his shirt pocket. “Of course I’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, kid.” I can’t help the smile that grows on my face, “Thanks dad. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Dad sent a smile back my way before I swiftly left his workshop, excitedly practising my songs in my room for the upcoming day.
~~~
The day I had longed for had finally arrived. It was around 6:30pm and I was currently backstage, I was going up on stage in only half an hour. I had been practising the whole year for this recital and I was determined to perfectly execute it. I couldn’t wait for dad to see the progress I had made.
Some time had passed, the curtains would open in 5 minutes, parents and friends of the people performing with me had started to fill the seats. I looked out from the slight gap in the curtains, hoping to see my dad amongst the growing crowd.
My eyes darted across the plethora of seats, filled with unfamiliar faces. I deflate as I can’t find him, hoping, praying he was just running late.
We got into our places behind the curtains, a countdown being played in our headsets before the curtains swung open. I noticed my friends looking around for the people they invited, their faces lighting up when they did. I followed suit, taking another quick look over the crowd, never finding my dad though.
My heart pangs at the realisation, he wasn’t here, he didn't come to see me perform. Whatever. I could do this without him, I didn’t need him to make this my greatest performance. And so that’s what I did, I put my all into everything. Making it a performance he would regret not coming to see.
~~~
The recital lasted about an hour, my friends walking out with me into the cold night. The fresh air was a stark contrast to the heating anger I felt in the enclosed room. As my friends split up, they waved goodbye as they hopped into their parents cars, driving off to their homes.
I sat there, sitting on the staircase leading to the doors of the building. Usually dad would send Happy or even Pepper to come pick me up from things he wasn’t able to. But after sitting out on the chilling night, it became apparent that he wasn’t coming, no one was. I take one last look at my phone, the lack of notifications making me sigh.
Defeated, I picked up my belongings and started my journey among the dark streets of Manhattan. I dragged myself back home, walking almost sluggishly as my mind raced. Did he care? Why else wouldn’t he come? Did I do something wrong? Anger him? Maybe it was my fault he didn’t show up. Maybe something came up. But why didn’t he message me to let me know.
I’m brought out of my thoughts at the feeling of something escaping my eyes, and the taste of salt falls onto my upper lip. Fuck. I wipe my cheek, setting my mind on making it home, not wanting to fall apart on the side of the streets. I wasn’t far anyways, only another 20 minutes until I would be back home.
~~~
As I reach the front door, I unlock it with my spare keys before walking in. “Good evening, Y/N.” I hear F.R.I.D.A.Y’s robotic voice shoot from the speaker beside me. I smile slightly. “Hey Friday.” I walk to the kitchen to pour myself some water, after taking a sip I ask. “Friday?” “Yes Sir?” I look around the lit house. “Where’s dad?”
It takes a second for her to answer. “He’s in his workshop.” I nod, thanking her as I start to make my way there. Before reaching the stairs though, the sound of two voices makes its way through the glass. Dad’s laugh booming as a young boy’s follows. I didn’t even have to see him to know who was down there. Peter. I sigh, I guess I knew why dad didn't come now.
I step back up the stairs, ignoring the two as I bee-line to my room. I throw my bag onto the floor, changing my clothes as tears start to well up in my eyes once again. I curse myself, putting my clothes away before falling into bed, muffling my sniffles with one of my pillows.
“Friday. Lock my door please.” I hear her voice once more “Of course.” before the sound of a ‘click’ comes from the mechanical door. I groan into my pillow, lying to my side as I closed my eyes.
~~~
The whole night, I had thought long and hard, messaging one of my closest friends about what was going on. He offered to let me stay at his place, for as long as I needed to. We spoke about it all last night, planning for him to come pick me up tonight. It wasn’t too long of a drive, less than an hour. He lived in Hillsdale, a nice change in scenery.
I stayed in my room, packing my things in a suitcase I would use when dad and I went on his “Business trips”. Once packing all the things I wanted to take with me, I stuffed the case under my bed. I groggily walk into the kitchen, look around and not see dad anywhere. I mutter before cooking breakfast for myself.
He was probably in his workshop, working on god knows what now. He hadn’t bothered to check up on me last night, not even to make sure I made it home safely and now he hadn’t bothered to greet me. Finishing my food, I stomp back into my room, eating my food as all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to leave this stupid house.
~~~
When night arrives, I sneak to the front door, suitcase and an extra backpack in my hands. It’s not like dad would’ve noticed anyways, he was still busy ‘working’ I sigh as I open the front door, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice stopping me. “Where are you going this late at night, Y/N?” I checked my watch, it was only 9:30.
“I’m having a sleepover at a friend's place.” F.R.I.D.A.Y replies with something along the lines of “Have fun.” I scattered out the door and looked around for the car my friend drove, once it came into view, I made my way to it. “Hey man, you got everything?” I nod as I place my luggage in the back seat, hopping into the passenger seat.
“Yeah, thanks for this.” I buckle my seatbelt before turning to him. “Of course, I’m here for you man.” The ride to his house is mostly silent besides the quiet music playing from the car’s speaker. I lean my head back, taking out my phone as I distract myself on the long drive.
~~~
A week had passed when my phone started to blow up, messages from friends and people from school filled my inbox. “Hey, are you okay?” “Where are you?” “I haven't seen you in a while, are you alright?” However, nothing from dad. I make sure my location is turned off before continuing with my day, sitting down to watch some T.V. I scroll through channels, my eyes landing on my name on a news headline, I put down the remote as I read the whole heading.
“Y/N Stark, Son of Tony Stark, has been reported missing.” An explanation of the time of my ‘disappearance’ was reported, including the places I would most often hang out and where I was last seen, at the performance theatre our school had rented out for the recital. Shit.
I hear my friend’s footsteps behind me, “I think it might be time for you to go back, everyone’s worried sick.” My phone rings over and over again with messages, calls, mentions on social media. Everyone asked about the news and if I was okay. I shut down my phone, shoving it in my back pocket. “Yeah, maybe.”
I hear a familiar voice play on the T.V behind me, I shoot back around to face it as I see my father being harassed by paparazzi. Microphones and cameras in his face as he tries to get into his car. “Do you have any idea where he could be?” “Do you have anything to do with Y/N’s disappearance?” “Is he alive?” “Do you have any information on Y/N’s whereabouts?” A frown appears on my face as he looks at the camera, his eyes sunken and dark and his eyebrows furrowed.
“I know as much as you guys do.” He aggressively replies. “And if the lot of you don’t leave, I’ll have you all jobless by tomorrow.” The voices quiet down, interviewers walking away from the car he got into, the engine starting with a roar.
I sigh, I never meant for it to go this far. “Let’s go” I leave to pack my stuff back up again.
~~~
It’s late at night as my friend parks in front of my house, I see extra security put up to keep the paparazzi out. I turn to my friend, thanking him before stepping out of the vehicle, I pull out my luggage, walking towards the gate. As I open it, I trudge up the long driveway to the house. Making it to the top, I drop my bags beside me, taking deep breaths as the steep walk winded me.
I bring them back into my hands, pulling them to the front door. I try to quietly open the lock, keys jingling as I hear the slight ‘click’ to indicate the door unlocking. I push against the handle, pulling my bags in as I hear shuffling in the room near me.
I looked over to the living room, my dad curled into himself, maps, documents and holograms covering the table. My heart wrenches at his appearance, the lack of sleep evident on his face and scruffed hair.
I pull my bags over to the staircase. “Y/N?” Fast footsteps approach me as I turn to the noise. I can’t help the bittersweet smile that makes its way onto my mouth as he grabs my shoulders. His eyes darted across my face, looking for any sign of injury. His arms wrap around me, tightening as I feel his relieved breaths escape him.
I hug back, head shoved into his chest as I hold onto him. “I’m so sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean for this-” “No, no, no, no.” He repeats sullenly “It’s my fault, I shouldn't have done what I did, I’m so sorry.” I chuckle as I shake my head. “Please forgive me Y/N.” I let out a short breathy laugh. “Of course, I’m sorry I didn’t just talk to you about it, I never wanted to worry you.”
He smiles, “I never wanted to make you think I didn’t care about you. You’re my son. So much more important than anyone, especially Peter.” He rubs a hand against my back. “You’re my top priority, and I’ll make sure you never doubt that again.” “Thank you.”
That night was spent in the living room, we spoke to each other, explaining how the situation affected us both. The both of us understanding the other’s view, making sure to talk about what’s going on next time. We talk for a while, sleep only falling upon us hours later.
As I start to yawn, dad brings my head to his chest. My eyes drift shut as I fall asleep in his arms, the same way I used to when I was younger.
~~~
It had been about a month since the whole ordeal. News of a new recital making its way into school newsletters and I was beaming. I couldn’t wait, this time being able to truly showcase my abilities with my dad being there to witness it.
Once arriving home, I quickly threw my bag on the floor in front of the door. I rush down the stairs after, opening the door with a little more patience so as to not startle my dad. “Hey dad!” I close the door behind me, making my way to his workstation.
“Hey kid, what’s up?” He turns from his work, leaning back against the table as he looks at me. I handed him the poster I had borrowed from one of the drama students. He reads through it, eyes tracing each word before lifting his head back up to me. “Another one?” He holds a wide smile on his face as he drops his hand down.
“Yeah, you better come to this one.” He laughs at my playful jab, nodding as he holds the poster close to him. “I’ll be there, I promise.” I nod. “Thanks dad. I really appreciate it.” “Of course.” He lightly responds, pulling me into a hug.
~~~
It was yet again, time for me to perform. I couldn’t wait, knowing my dad would definitely be out there this time. As we get ready on the stage, I take a quick glance at the crowd, my eyes landing on my dad, sitting in the middle of the front row. I chuckle to myself, of course he was.
As the curtains draw open, I can’t help but smile at the proud look he gives me. As the group starts to sing, I look down at him, both of his hands presenting a thumbs-up. My heart warms at the action. He turns to the parent to the left of him, whispering something. I only catch onto a couple words “That- -y son-.” He points up to me, a look of admiration plastered across his face.
A/N: I wrote this entire thing in one day, it only took me about 5 hours. And it’s somehow my longest fic yet. It's not proof-read tho so apologies for anything that doesn't make sense or anything like that.
Miles and Gwen venture into a large storage room in the spider society, finding secrets long hidden from the rest of the society by Miguel.
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"We shouldn't be back here. I already made a bad first impression with Miguel back there and now he's gonna want to actually kill me. Who knows? Maybe he'll throw a chair at me next time instead of food-"
"Shh" Gwen silenced him, before glancing around and shining her phone light on the various boxes that had been discarded in the room.
Her light settled on the end of the room, where a curtain had been hung from the ceiling and drawn closed, as if to hide something. She started walking towards it, only for Miles to catch a grip of her wrist.
"Miles, let go" She huffed in annoyance at her friend's protectiveness.
"What if it's something you really don't want to see?" He said, looking concerned.
"It won't be. It'll probably just be some more boxes. I wanna check though." She replied. Miles' eyes flickered between the white curtain sheet and Gwen before he sighed deeply and let go of her. He remained close behind her as she advanced to the curtains.
Gwen took a deep breath, held it, then pulled the curtain back, revealing a woman lying down on an examination table. Upon further inspection, the two realised she wasn't a human but a very realistic-looking robot, judging by the red ring on the side of her head.
Miles let out a profanity while Gwen gasped in freight. "Okay, not a dead body but still just as creepy" He whispered.
Gwen stepped closer to the robot, pressing the red ring which changed to blue, and the robot woke up...
(Switch to first person)
My eyes gently opened at the sound of voices. Two young voices, one male, one female. Both sounded scared. I slowly moved my head in their direction. I looked between the two teens, not recognising their faces. I gently sat up, after not moving in so long, I felt stiff. By now, the teenagers were less scared and more defensive.
"And who are you supposed to be?" The boy asked.
I gave him a kind and gentle smile. "I am Y/n. And you?"
"Miles"
"Gwen" The girl added.
I got off the table and looked around the dark area. "Where...where am I?"
Gwen and Miles looked at each other to exchange looks only they understood. Gwen answered me.
"You're in the Spider Society's basement, or should I say the storage room"
I grew sad. Where was I locked inside the storage room. And then the last moments of my last encounter of seeing light came back to me. I could still remember every detail of his face, my creator, Miguel O'Hara. "Miguel..." I whispered to myself, but Gwen and Miles heard me.
"You know Miguel?" Gwen asked.
"Why, of course. I was his Ai after all" I smiled sadly.
"A second Ai of Miguel's?" Miles tilted his head.
"I was Miguel's first Ai assistant, just before he made Lyla. The only reason he never mentions me is because I had a defect. Or, at least, that's what he called it. Miguel had programmed me to do a number of things, which involved making him breakfast and helping him with his work. He had made me a physical body, which looked so human sometimes it even tricked him. I would end up having to remind him I wasn't a real person." I sighed and looked down at my hands as I continued.
"My defect seemed to be a certain emotion. The first time I had ever displayed it, was the last because Miguel immediately stopped me and told me to sit down in the examination chair so he could check everything was alright. He told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. It seems he had shut me down for a while. Ever since I've been shut down, I've been searching for a reason as to why he would shut me down but-"
"He thought you fell in love with him" Gwen stated.
I looked up at her surprised. "What?" I whispered.
"You loved him, didn't you?" Gwen pressed.
"Gwen, I don't think you should be nailing her with questions like this" Miles said, looking worried.
"No, we need to know"
"We really don't"
"You love him" Gwen ignored Miles, stepping closer to me causing me to step back.
"I.."
"Gwen, stop it"
"Your hesitation just confirms it. You fell in love and he killed you for it" Gwen stated.
"Gwen!" Miles scolded, not believing she had just said that.
I looked down solemnly. "Death is never our own decision" I said.
"You poor AI" Gwen sighed, turning to Miles. "Does Miguel know she's awake?"
Summary: During an intense training session, you seize your chance to catch Bucky Barnes off guard.
Warnings: physical combat, sparring, mild injury, suggestive tension, competitive banter, close physical contact, minor power play
The training room is eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of machinery. You're crouched low behind a stack of crates, heart pounding, eyes fixed on your target. Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stands in the center of the room, his back to you. His broad shoulders rise and fall with measured breaths, the subtle tension in his muscles telling you he’s waiting for something—for you.
You’ve been sparring with him for weeks, and he never makes it easy. That’s the thing with Bucky—he’s always one step ahead, always anticipating your every move. But today? Today feels different. Your powers hum beneath your skin, crackling with energy as you steady your breathing, waiting for the right moment to strike.
He’s fast, no doubt about it, but you’ve studied him. The way he shifts his weight, the slight tilt of his head when he listens for movement. You know you’ll only get one chance to catch him off guard, and if you miss it, you’ll be on your back in seconds. The memory of countless failed attempts plays in your mind, but this time, you’re ready.
You push off the balls of your feet, launching yourself forward with a speed you know most people wouldn’t see coming. The air rushes past your ears as you move, silent and precise. Bucky’s head tilts slightly, just like you predicted, but it’s too late for him. You close the distance in an instant, your shoulder slamming into his side with enough force to knock him off balance.
To your surprise, he stumbles. His eyes widen, caught off guard, as your combined momentum sends you both crashing to the ground. You straddle his waist, pinning him down, and your hands press firmly against his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms.
A grin spreads across your face, and Bucky stares up at you, half-amused, half-impressed. His metal hand grips your wrist, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind you that the victory is yours—for now.
"You finally got me," he says, voice low, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His blue eyes are sharp, still calculating, but there’s a glint of pride in them.
You raise an eyebrow, panting from the exertion but too stubborn to let it show. "Took me long enough," you reply, keeping your tone light despite the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
Bucky shifts beneath you, his free hand brushing against your arm as he pushes himself slightly upright. "I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that. You’ve been holding back, haven’t you?"
You shrug, not bothering to deny it. "Maybe I wanted to make it interesting."
"Interesting?" His grin widens, and before you can react, he flips you over effortlessly, his speed and strength catching you off guard this time. In the blink of an eye, you’re the one flat on your back, Bucky looming over you with that familiar, cocky smile.
"Let’s see how you handle this then," he murmurs, leaning in just close enough that you feel his breath against your skin.
Your powers flare instinctively, a surge of energy rippling through you. But you stop yourself before unleashing it. Instead, you meet his gaze, matching his smirk with one of your own. "Oh, don’t worry, Barnes," you say, your voice confident, "I can handle anything you throw at me."
Bucky chuckles, the sound low and warm, and for a split second, the tension between you shifts—less competitive, more… something else. You’re both breathing hard, hearts racing, and the air between you seems to crackle with unspoken challenges.
But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it’s gone. Bucky pushes off of you and stands, offering a hand to pull you to your feet. You take it, still grinning, your muscles aching from the effort but buzzing with satisfaction. You finally bested him—at least for now.
As you dust yourself off, Bucky watches you, his expression softer now. "You’ve come a long way," he says, his tone quieter, almost thoughtful. "But don’t think for a second that I’m going easy on you next time."
You flash him a grin, your competitive spirit ignited all over again. "Wouldn’t dream of it."
The boy looks at me incredulously, as if he didn't believe a word from my mouth.
"You mean to tell me that the people who ran that dinky place you live in claim to be your family? Not only that, they are shape-shifting fairies from your dimension who want to take you with them and make you a member of royal court. Y/N I think that maybe you've been reading too much fan fiction and it's begun to blur your perception of reality and people."
"I'm not lying! it was so cold and impossible. Do you think I would hide in a closet and shake like a leaf for fun?"
"Well you've done weirder things-"
"This not a Joke!" I slam my hands on the table, shaking some of the cups full of pomegranate juice. My nerves are on end feeling for anything wrong, working over time. The bloody sigils glowing in where something was pushing against it. "I knew it was too quiet. It was too perfect. I know this sounds weird and delusional. If you still feel like something I said sounds wrong we can go back to the place in the morning. But it's too much right now, I-I just need to calm down." I slump over the table shaking, tears prickling my eyes. Something, I assume his chair, scrapes against the floor, and his hand rubs at my back.
"I'm sorry, I'll tell the others we are here, and ask them not to bother us. I imagine they'll want to know why." His voice is soft and firm.
I shake my head vigorously, I turn my body to hug him watching the marks on the walls. Something still pressing against it. "Ask them if they go out from now on, wear something Iron, one article of clothing inside out, and some of the blackberry stalks from Alfred's garden."
I had dealt with fairies in the past, one of my caretakers and mentors was a High fae of his world as well. His name was Enlil, an old man who had lost his people and his family to a plague that rotted people of magic from the inside. Enlil took good care of me while evading the Crow. The world he was on failed him and he sent me here. Time was odd there, but he taught me all he could. These sigils are his work, they just don't hold against the Crow.
I let my arms move from his side and open a small pocket, pulling out an iron bracelet. The bracelet had some things fae are repulsed by, marked with symbols, and cursed to those who would harm the wearer. I place it in his hands.
"I want you to wear this, I made it just in case something would happen to my brother. But I see that this might be more difficult than I had originally planned. It won't work on me, I made to many mistakes in the spell carving. But it will on anyone else. It should keep you safe from the....things outside."
He raises a brow but puts the iron thing on.
"I didn't take you for a superstitious person."
"I am a cautious person."
I look out the window. I see, no, feel something, move past it a shiver runs up and down my spine. When I turn around again, he is gone. I sit down on the ground. I hear whispers all around me.
"Y/N~Join us~"
The voice is raspy and quiet, as if directly in my ear to scold me. I stay on the floor contemplating. I can't hear the world around me. Just these voices. So many voices. I can't hear Nightmare. I can't feel the boys. The world around me feels blank. Just the voices. The ones who can't reach me but they know where I am. I feel like I'm back on the ship, again. I want not to exist again. I can't speak my body hurts. I'd rather fight the Crows again. I hate It here.
I hate fairies.
I claw at my face. Anything, to drag myself from this. I feel something cold run down my face. No pain, but I gather that its blood on the floor. I try to move, but my hand slips on the ground at first. I manage to get up again. I force myself to a window and watch the world. I forgo my usual perception of the world and let myself see the world in between.
I blink and frog eyes stare back at me. I jolt back. A twisting grin flashes at me showing sharp teeth caked in blood. A shiver runs down my spine.
"HelLo PriNClinG."
I hold myself, fingers digging into my upper arms.
"Leave me alone!"
The creature cocks his head.
"LeAvE?" It laughs blinking his eyes one at a time.
"Shut up and go away!" I sob, screaming at the window. I want Nightmare, I want my friends, I want my tea.
"hOW UnCoUth WHAT evEr SHouLd i do? the PriNCeliNG is a mESs. NoT LIke olD prinCE, OnLY smiLeD oNce iN 500 yEaRs." It claws at the glass. "OLd pRInCe likeD wAr AnD blOod, neW PRINCe MOM MADe olD pRINce sofT. DOn't LikE IT."
You could kill him.
My spine straightens, and I drop my hands from my arms.
"Yeah, I can do that. Can't I?"
Then what are you waiting for? My permission?
The beast looks confused at me, frowning.
"PRIncEliNg doEsN'T loOK lIKe PrINcelING."
Kill him now.
I pull out a dagger from my pocket portal.
Bleed him
I step closer to the window eyes meeting the creature.
Cut him open
I raise an arm holding a dagger.
Ha ha!
What am I doing? My arm shakes and the creature laughs at me. My blood boils. Something in me wants to kill this thing I feel it in my body.
Come on Y/N, what's his life to you? This thing doesn't even like you, right? Just give in. Let me take a turn. When have you ever been so weak? Get a move on.
"Shut up! Shut up!! SHUT UP!!!" I throw down the knife. "Get out of my head! I don't need you! I won't kill this thing. I don't care! Mom-"
Mom is dead! Dad is Dead! Want revenge just a little you god fucking idiot! Why not release some of your anger, your frustration? Kill him. Kill him now!
Something appears in the window, no I do, I'm in the glass. A gold-eyed version of me. Choking the creature.
"W-WHat?"
You should take notes Y/N, this is what you should be doing to those who wrong you.
You were assigned to steal classified data from the Avengers.
Loki was with the Avengers at this timeline, it was hard to adjust to this hero lifestyle for him but in the end it had to be done one way or another, nothing hard for the god of mischief right?
Just a normal day in the Avengers Headquarters
"good morning.." in his morning deep voice as he walks in the Livingroom, Tony took a quick glance at him then returned his attention at what's he’s doing before, "rough night?" Tony said as Loki began making his coffee, taking condensed milk out of the fridge “perhaps"
sighing, taking a sip from the coffee he made. there’s a feeling in the back of his head that kept trying to steal Loki’s attention for the past 10 hours, yet Loki didn’t care enough.
Meanwhile
in another place.
"The plan is simple, get in, take the data from the central computer and leave" strictly said, rolling his eyes at me as he can sense my fear.
This wasn’t particularly the easiest mission as I had to break in The Avengers Headquarters... anyone would be scared or even terrified. Unfortunately, not everyone has the privilege to deny such orders... my life is in their hands at this point.
"it's not too complicated... it’s just in and out, BUT don't bother coming without the data... this is one of the most crucial missions for us" my villainous boss said, “why me?” I was getting annoyed, I knew I was playing with fire right now.
“because my dear, you are easy to dispose, nobody would even remember you” he laughed historically.
ouch
“Nevermind” I knew I was fighting a losing battle “Yes sir" Sault.
but know this, one thing about me... is I never leave a mission unfinished.
Back to the Avengers
Loki couldn’t brush off the weird feeling he’s been sensing lately, "the hell is wrong with me" Loki annoyance increased from this continuous insomnia and bizarre feelings, decided to busy himself and continue reading the book he was reading previously, hopefully this will tire him up.
At night in the Avengers Headquarters
Most of the Avengers were busy with missions or their own life's at this hour.
Staring at the wall while playing with anything that’s next to him at this point, insomnia is surly killing this god slowly, sighing.
meanwhile
"It's now or never" equipped with all the tools and gadgets you need, as it was your thing.
a scientist who got stuck in the wrong web at the wrong time, surly.
as I studied the plan carefully I knew for a fact that most of the Avengers should be occupied at this late hour.
Placing the glass cutter on the window gently.
I was a scientist but the experience I gained from working on the dark side gave me lots of skills and benefits that a normal citizen wouldn’t usually have...
as the glass cutter did it’s job, I gracefully got in.
Step one of the mission was done but... the danger only increased.
I knew exactly where all the cameras were located, Tony stark was not the only genius around.
Step two was for sure going to be tricky, for the central computer was located at the heart of the Headquarters.
Let’s hope everything goes according to plan...
with stealth yet grace I avoided every camera on my way, my nerves were on edge and not in a good way.
without any warnings, unwanted footsteps were getting closer.
Immediately stopping in my tracks, it seems like one of them is still awake, sneaking a peak through the wall to see it was the kitchen, the unfamiliar hero was searching for a snack.
FOR GODS SAKE it's 3 am just take the snack and leave.
peaking slowly again to see who I was dealing with... oh.. it's Loki.. the God of Mischief... Shit
Loki point of view
insomnia surprisingly winning against the god in this war, Loki doesn’t usually have this.. human.. problems.. maybe if I (loki) take a quick snack that would help...
heading towards the kitchen, the feeling out of nowhere starts to increase but why? he was too tired to entertain it.
taking a cookie with some milk, this god loved some of the humans treats.
"human food is surely delicious" Loki cutely enjoying his cookie, giving the world no care at the moment.
The bizarre feeling raised so quickly to the point it hurts my head, putting me in my place for ignoring it all those hours.
how did I not notice?
Back to you
SHit I need to take the other way before he discovers me, ASAP.
I am prepared for emergencies, I ALWAYS DO... MY NERVES ARE UP THE ROOF
There’s a problem tho... this route is quite dangerous, I could be discovered quite easily if I’m not careful enough.
I need to be quick
Loki POV
what the hell am I feeling! the hell is this sense... the more I walk this way the more I feel like I’m getting closer.
I’m going to listen to my feelings this time...
Back to you
there's no time to waste, I quickly ran to the central computer.
as I arrived I found it was protected by a password... of course. they updated the passcode, Fuck!
as I was decoding it, I heard footsteps! this was not good! at all..
I had no time, I did my plan B. plug this decoder and let it do it’s job while I hide myself! Quickly I opened a vent and hid in it! I was small so it helped in a way.. I guess.
How did he know! I made sure to think of everything, I made this device especially for this god! This is NERVE raking
A Telepath breaker...
if he doesn’t leave soon, I will have to make a distraction! but at all costs! I cannot be discovered.
I can’t fight him.
from here I can see him, he looked confused... searching for something.. of course that something was me but he won’t find me!
Rolling my eye’s... he’s taking his sweet time! Leave already!
Loki pov
Loki knows he can trust his godly abilities, but right now it’s wasting his time... there’s nothing.
I need to go to bed.
walking away yet something pulling me, trying to make me stay but I still walked away...
it’s a bit painful ngl.
back to you
Finally!
hanging from the vent, I quickly land on the floor smoothly. the decoder thankfully did half the job! and they call my inventions garbage! look at that!
with a bit of decoding myself I finally unlocked the computer control center!
wasting no time, immediately running to the computer and plugging my hard drive, with a couple of codes I started uploading the data.
all I have to do now is wait.. the longest 10 minutes of my life.
1 minute remaining, why is it taking so long! ughh I gotta control my nerves or I might lose it for sure!!
99%
come on come on come onnn, FINALLY! disconnecting the hard drive and putting it in my bag.
All that’s left is: ESCAPE.
we got a couple of problems...
1-the plan took longer than expected so all the timings of the other heroes are useless now...
2-where the fuck is Loki!
This is dangerous, but it’s all I got.. I’ll go where I came from.
Leaving the center for once, using my X-ray-heat vision glasses hopefully it works well...
-cue mission impossible music-
as fast as possible yet as smooth as a cat I run through the hallways, trying to reach where I first arrived.
please let's not screw this up, the end of the hallway is GETTING closer... -crashing into a wall- a wall? how is that possible.. there was no wall the last time I looke- oh wait
Looking up to meet the eyes of the one and only... Loki.
Fuck
FUCK
“I never seen you here before little one” he said surprisingly in a sweet way, wait a second... did he say.. little one? I’m 20+
My face turns, from shock to offended to a panic.
Turning away, sprinting like my life depends on it... and IT DOES.
Can we run from a God? we’ll see in this episode of “look at this fool”
“wait a minu-” Loki said as his face turned concerned... still not grasping what actually happened and why he can’t access this human mind?
I need to survive...
one glance behind me and I see death chasing me...of course he’ll follow ! what the hell did you think???
trying to confuse him through his own building suddenly an Idea popped in my head!!! I got one of my gadgets, it can make me invisible!
at this point the reader is getting cocky with their gadgets.
Loki pov
They seem so... harmless, what could they do? Look at their height... they’re so..mini.
even their running is slow...they’re so cute... I can’t explain it.
I didn’t think of them as a threat till I saw the symbol behind their head.
shit
out of nowhere, they disappeared into thin air...
Your pov
I found a hidden spot, I can hide in it for now. slowly realizing how lost I actually am, I studied this place like the back of my hand!! million times! I swear... yet this area wasn’t on the map.
Peaking, I felt like I was about to throw up from high nerves I am.
finally building the courage to get up from this corner of mine and start walking to the nearest exit, YET he appeared out of nowhere... fuck!
HE'S SO FREAKING TALL AHHH
I knew... if I get cought. it's over for me, this was supposed to be an easy mission...
calm down me. This is still not the end.
suddenly, he grabs my arms and holds me in a tight grip, I knew at this moment... I fucked up.
finally activating my antigravity device, immediately kicking him away.
Ignoring how funny he looked as he floated, what slipped my eyes was his smirk. it was ALL amusing to him... somehow.
"How about we settle this calmly... unless you want to wake the whole building and make it a bigger deal than it is. " I was surprised by his British accent? or elegant way of talking..
"Your choice?" he said with his charming smirk.
His smile can end my life alone
Stealing a quick glance at the nearest exit to me... this is going to be hard.
I frowned at this dilemma...
With a quick slide, I threw a gas bomb that blinded him temporarily.
My adrenaline was bumping like there's no tomorrow because it is my judgment day for sure...
Running without looking back to suddenly land on the wall with a thud... and a lot of pain.
a smirk spreads through his face, and he immediately knew my weakness.
Loki pinning me on the wall was the last thing I thought would happen.
at this moment, I knew my boss wanted me gone! I was just a spy... how can they assign me to a dangerous mission like this!
Almost reaching the window, once again, he teleports and pins me to the floor roughly.
I had only one trick remaining in my sleeves... a hallucinations device!
activating it, hoping it would work... once his eyes started to wide, I took the chance to push him away and run to the open window...
I was really scared now...
“My patience is running out darling, I’m giving you a second chance!” Loki warned, feeling scared now for sure.
“let’s see what we have here...” Loki was really powerful, that's for sure “A device that can block me, huh, clever” he smirked, but I can tell he's annoyed now with all my gadgets...
he took it off with ease, “at first, I wanted to take something else off," he had a dangerous yet sexy tone.."But let’s deal with this problem first, shall we?” his smirk sends a shiver down my spine.
He was confused for sure until he saw the little drone I activated. It held the hard drive I used.
Taking the chance to kick him in the nuts... any man weakness even a god at this point.
quickly running to the open window to simply... jump.
but you were falling... fast!
Focusing on my mind, "What a waste of a cute face... why did you have to be evil?" displaying a sad face...
"I saw your memories, and I know one thing... this is not your choice. " He breathes a bit. Everything happened so quickly.
as he put me down, he wastes no time to break the hard drive... as he sighed. "I honestly don't know what to do with you short human, we'll wait until sunrise," he said seriously.
of course that’s nothing to his godly speed, He caught us with ease.
at least he was kind enough to share some cookies with me as we waited for the morning.
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I think there's 3 phrases misplaced here, but I hope I'm just hallucinating from the lack of sleep.
if there is a mistake.. I'm so sorry. I really tried.
You're Still The One For Me - A Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange x Reader Oneshot
My whole life my nose was stuck between the pages. Whether it was a fiction about a group of talented misfits saving their world from destruction, or a medical textbook about the current hot topics in the medicinal field, it was where you could find me. I was always there.
So was Stephen Strange.
We bonded over our shared passions and got along quite well. He didn't mock me for my interests in books, because he felt that he had the same thing.
But our friendship soon turned to love. At least, for me. However, he didn't feel the same thing. Not since he laid his eyes on his beautiful colleague Christine Palmer. Whenever he told me about her, I could see it in his eyes. How he cared for her. How he loved her.
And I suppose that was the moment that I was never going to pursue a love that's only written about in books. Because, in my eyes, the only person who could give me the love I wanted, or the one I truly loved, was one who never saw me outside of the friendzone.
Yet, somehow, I still got stuck in the weirdest situations for him. Like this one, for example: I'm his plus-one to the wedding of his love of his life, Christine Palmer.
How did I get here, you ask?
Simple.
Love.
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''Y/N, you need to hurry,'' Stephen called out to me as I was getting dressed upstairs, his eyes focused on the watch around his wrist, ''they're starting in half an hour!''
''Okay, okay, okay. I'll be right down.'' I screamed down in frustration. I had been struggling with the damn zipper of my dress for ten minutes now and as I was about to give up, the zipper gave in and went all the way up. Satisfied with my look, I finished the final touches of my makeup and ran downstairs with the heels in my hands.
Stephen was standing there, frozen, but the look on his face was sorrow. He always used to think that he was a closed door to me, but I could read him like an open book. There was nothing he could hide from me. But, I always decided to never question it. If he wanted me to know, he would've told me.
''I'd almost mistaken your mood for excitement.'' I chuckled as I let him glare me down.
He shook his head and wrapped his arm around mine, escorting me out the front door of the sanctum where I've been staying the past few weeks.
The only downside of his friendship - beside being stuck in the friendzone - was that all his enemies were out to get me. Ever since I was once kidnapped by some evil guy who was out for him, Stephen hadn't been thrilled about me staying home alone. Without parents, without family and without roommates. That's the moment he had enough and dragged me to his home, the sanctum, just so he could keep a watchful eye on me.
''Are you sure you want to go?'' I asked carefully. I needed to know how he felt about her once and for all. Just to give me some closure, I suppose.
He sighed, ''I have no choice. She might be a painful part of my past, she's also a dear friend; I want to be there for her at one of the happiest days of her life.''
There was no stopping the smile on my face. The man I know as Stephen Strange was far from truthful. Especially about his emotions. But I could see for once, that he had accepted the way their story ended.
I know for a fact that it hurts, but once you do, it's way easier. You won't have a heartache whenever you lay your eyes on them.
I squeezed his arm as we passed the street, Stephen making sure that we will both be there safely, ''I'm proud of you, Stephen.''
His head turned to me and he searched for my gaze.
Once he found it, I made sure that he could see the admiration in them that I've always found for it.
A smile came onto his face, ''You always do know how to cheer me up.''
''It's what friends are for.'' My heart ached at my own words.
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The wedding went smoothly. Stephen hadn't objected and the ceremony went as well as they had hoped it would be. Stephen was mingling with the rest, greeting his old colleagues, as I stood beside Christine with a cocktail in my hand.
''Thank you.'' Christine muttered as she smiled at me.
A frown took over, as I couldn't think of the reason why she was thanking me, ''For what?''
''For taking care of him. I don't know what would've happened if you weren't there for him.''
''He would still have you,'' I took a sip from my drink and raked my eyes over the crowd, my heart jumping when they fell on Stephen, ''I know for a fact that he cares more about that.''
Christine frowned. She placed her drink down and stepped in front of me. Worry was etched in her eyes.
''What are you rambling about? You're his life, Y/N.''
I sighed, shaking my head, ''I know that is the truth.''
''It's far from the truth, listen,'' she sat down with me in a quiet spot and lowered her voice, ''don't tell I said anything, but Stephen has had an eye on a certain something for quite some time now.''
I nodded. I knew about this. ''Yes,'' I leaned closer to her, ''you.''
She shook her head rapidly. ''No, no, no,'' a sigh escaped her lips, ''it's you.''
My heart jumped.
Could it be the truth? Could he really, really have chosen me?
I didn't dare to get my hopes up.
Standing up from my spot, I excused myself and ran outside for some air.
No one was out there, only the occasional passengers that needed to go through this side street to get to their own destination. I took a big gulp of air and relaxed against the wall beside the entrance.
I had some quiet time for about five minutes when the door opened and a man looked around in worry.
Once he looked at me, I could see from my corner that it was Stephen. And, he saw me too.
''I was wondering where you went, even though Christine said not to worry.'' He spoke gently, as if he was afraid to push me away.
I averted my gaze from him. ''Christine's right,'' my voice came out frigid, but I tried to pretend I didn't notice, ''you worry too much.''
There was a comforting silence between for a second as we stood side by side, watching the people pass us by as if we were invisible to the eye.
As I was sinking more and more into complete relaxation, I felt a tingling sensation in my hand. Something feathered along my hand. My gaze went down, and I felt a smile on my face as I saw Stephen's fingers extended, hoping for a return.
I gently responded with the same gesture, and it only took him a few seconds for him to wrap his hand around mine.
''No matter what went down between Christine and me,'' his eyes sought for mine and held them captive with his intense stare, ''you're still the one for me.''
''You're still the one for me, as well.''
We looked at each other for a second when I smiled brightly and pressed a kiss against his cheek. I pulled back slowly, lingering for just a second as I squeezed his hand, ''Let's return before we worry the bride and groom too much.''
''Only if you promise to go on a date with me.''
Stephen's reply caught me off-guard, but I still managed to accept his proposal. We walked side by side into the building again, both oblivious to the fact that we were getting stares at our still intertwined hands.
