Rogue interacting with mutant! Reader whose mutation allows them to nullify other mutant's abilities via touch. She's giving the usual spiel about how no one can touch her or she might kill them after Reader continuously glances at her gloves.
They had assumed it was a random fashion choice. Rogue's confused when they just laugh them off. 'I'm sorry, it's not that funny. I know it'll seem scary but better I just show you.'
Rogue defensively attempts to take a step back as Reader's hand shoots out to do exactly what she said not to. Gently wrapping around her elbow where there wasn't any clothing to obscure the skin. 'I don't want to hurt you!'
'You're not.' Rogue's surprised when seemingly nothing happens. Waiting a few more minutes to double check; to avoid another incident such as what had happened with Bobby. With Logan.
'Couldn't hurt me even if you tried.' Softly smiling up at her tearful expression, 'My mutation cancels out other mutations. Took me a while to figure out that I even was one.' That and not many mutants are open about their abilities in the general public.
'Does it take a conscious effort?' Rogue asks with a buzzing sense of anticipation. 'No. But I haven't pushed it to the limits, I've only truly started interacting with mutants since coming here.' Reader notes how Rogue's expression turns crestfallen.
It's that one expression that makes Reader promise themselves to become stronger with their mutation. Rogue forgetting that even if she did siphon their life force, taking their ability with it would still cancel out the effects. But Reader does everything they can to reassure her.
They don't force Rogue to touch them without gloves. Instead letting her take it at her own pace. Doesn't stop them from acting extremely giddy when she does go without gloves around them.
[Hikari and Mebius arrive at R/n's foster home, ever since her friend's death something’s been bugging the blue ultra, Hikari asked (Tregear and Taro's Reader) to secretly send a copy of F/n’s autopsy report to him, while waiting for the results he decided to look a little deeper into R/n’s background. He looked for any relatives or someone close to one. And that’s what lead them here, Mebius knocks on the door, and a lady answers.]
Lady: Yes?
Hikari: Good afternoon I’m Captain Hikari with the IGDF, Is Mr. [Uncle’s name] in?
Lady: You’re talking to her.
Hikari: Oh! Apologies ma’am,
Aunt: It’s fine. Just call me (aunt name)
Hikari: Aunt name, the university must’ve given us your old info.
Aunt: Considering I haven’t worked there in years- it wouldn’t surprise me. So, to what do I owe this little visit?
Hikari: I’d like to discuss something about your niece?
{Aunt stands up a little straighter and narrows her eyes at Hikari.]
Aunt, defensively: What do you want with her?
Mebius: Easy ma’am, she’s not in any trouble. We’re here regarding her parents?
[Aunt looks around before ushering the aliens inside, they sit down in her livingroom.]
Aunt: What do you want to know?
Hikari: What happened to them?
Aunt, was hesitant: I don’t really know, everyone has their own opinions about it, but the main theory was that they were murdered. Possibly because of R/n’s father....Poor girl. She was the one who found the bodies y’know?
Hikari: Her father? [checks his files] Professor L/n?
Aunt: Yes, he was my mentor. in the months before he and his spouse passed Prof. L/n had video called me, he said they found something very strange under the ice during an excursion in the arctic...
Mebius: Did he explain what he found?
Aunt, shakes her head: He didn’t, he said he would send me a report when he could, but never did. I went to visit Prof. L/n to ask him about it, but... Something was wrong. He-...they were wrong, when I spoke to him and his spouse. It felt like I wasn’t talk to them but rather at them. Their eyes were hollow and their mannerisms were stiff almost puppet like... My instinct told me to run and I got the hell outta there, a few days later I found out they were killed and their daughter was alone. I took R/n in, put up my lab coat and never looked back.
Hikari: You’re retired?
Aunt: Yes, I figured whoever killed Prof. L/n and his spouse, must’ve had something to do with whatever it was they found in in the artic. And I sincerely hope I never find out what that something was… It’s not worth dying over.
Hikari: Alright, I think we have clear view of things, thank you Ms. Aunt Name
Aunt: Wait... There was something else, The autopsy, their bodies? When the coroner called me. They said the muscle decomp was estimated to be 2-3 months old, but that would’ve been impossible...That would mean Prof. L/n had been dead long before he returned from the arctic expedition.
[After leaving Aunt's home Hikari got the autopsy results and felt his stomach churn, according to the report R/n's friend had been dead for months meaning something was controlling their body and spying on R/n for months. Hikari and Mebius had a feeling whatever R/n's father found may have unleashed something deadly on humanity.]
Characters: Mutant!Reader, Bucky, Nat, Steve, Tony & Pepper, Sam, Clint
Word Count: 1119
Summary: Bucky used to dance, now that you have joined the team will he join?
A/N: no future for this, I hope y'all enjoy this little bit!!
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He had heard the music start up some time ago. Bucky ignored it due to the fact that he really didn’t enjoy it. Not that he didn’t enjoy music or dancing, God he had been one hell of a dancer back in the day. Honestly, it was Natalia’s snort of laughter that got his attention. He moved quietly and stealthily, stopping outside the common room.
You were different. Tony and Pepper had brought you in.
He hadn’t really cared, Agents came and went, not that you weren’t good. You were, you kept up, Hill liked you and so most of the work you had been doing was beside her, actually Clint had been tagging along with you and her for a few missions.
It wasn’t that he was actively trying to stay away, just that Agents came and went, you would be no different.
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Steve nearly jumped, but Nat’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.
Bucky had finally come. It had been two months since Y/N had joined, you would be part of the team and he had wanted Bucky to work alongside you, he was sure you would be a good thing for him. Steve had been worried since Bucky had been hiding away in his room. He would go out every once in a while with Sam or if he could manage to drag him out but, mostly Bucky had seemingly become apathetic.
Tony’s laughter burst through his thoughts, your hands tugging at the mechanic and made him shout as you dragged him to the center of the common room. The furniture had been pushed to the edge of the room, music blared through the speakers.
You were a work of art, he frowned at the thought.
Bucky stared as Steve stumbled, he didn’t know this music, but as always music didn’t need to be understood but felt. It thrummed through him and he bopped his head slightly.
“C’mon Stevie!” you laughed, circling your hips, one hand slapped to a hip, the other to the opposite, “YEAH!!!” you praised as Steve followed along, “that’s it! Circle your hips… HEY MACARENA!!”
Tony howled with laughter until Pepper swept past Bucky kicking her heels off and grabbed Tony’s hand dragging him to her side. The couple quickly falling in step with the dance, clapping and jumping into a new stance.
Bucky watched leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.
Your hair was a variety of colors, you had said you were a mermaid, which had him wondering if you actually grew a tail if you went in the ocean, crazier shit had happened. You had a nose ring and several piercings adorned your ears, which you proudly showed off by tying your mass amount of hair back into a bun. Colors etched into the skin of your arms, how that benefited you he had no idea.
Wild. You were wild, he thought as you laughed, eyes screwed shut in joy as the music shifted. It was there in your fighting skill as well. You were completely unpredictable. You followed orders, he knew that, but there had been once or twice where he had been pinned down. Steve had ordered you to stay, but you had gone silent. Of course Clint or Nat followed, they wouldn’t let him get into trouble without them, but it had been you that arrived.
Kinetic energy. He still didn’t understand it, but you had come from Xavier and his group. Studied with them till you had been ready to try with others. It had been Pepper who had befriended you, Tony taking her word on it that you would be a good addition to the team. And you had been, Bucky’s mind wandered to your fighting skills. You didn’t use your powers much, only in dire circumstances really.
He nearly jumped as you popped up in front of him, “let's go handsome.”
“N-uuhhh,” the noise was odd coming from his lips as you took advantage of his surprise and dragged him to the center of the room. “I-" He began his protest.
“It’s easy,” you laughed as FRIDAY switched songs. “ANYONE can do the CHA-CHA slide!!” Bucky frowned but Nat shoved him from behind and Steve got on his other side. “Two hops… thats right.. Now cha-cha…” your giggle was infectious, he stomped when you did, looked around when you shouted freeze, Natalia snickering, he got into it pretty quickly. His competitive side not allowing Steve to out do him, following your movements as the music continued.
Tony leaned against the couch, Pepper laughing softly as she pressed into his lap, “are you recording this?” she asked quietly.
“Damn, right I am,” Tony grinned pressing a quick kiss to her neck.
“I was wondering when she would gun for him.”
Tony snickered, “she says that she got the Wolverine to dance with her.” Pepper hummed in surprise, “Y/N!!” Tony sighed as Gangnam Style began to play, “your taste in music is atrocious!!”
Bucky watched as you waved a hand at Tony, “my taste in music is fun!! I still listen to your stuff too!" You laughed, head falling back slightly as you led them into a new dance. Bucky shook his head refusing to do this one even as you caught his hands in your and proceeded to buck in place.
You felt it, there as he finally laughed. His chuckle low and lethal, there it was. You could feel the energy vibrate through you and into him, he refused to do the Gangnam style but you just laughed and turned, tugging his arms around your waist.
He swayed along behind you, head dipping close to your ear. "Maybe, we can dance in private one day, I can show you my moves."
You spun away, mischief sparkling in your eyes, "that so?! I think I'd like to see that!!"
Steve nearly crashed into Nat, Tony chuckled as Pepper stood and tugged him back into the center of the room. "FRIDAY, give us some proper dancing music."
"Yes, ma'am."
Sam and Clint stuck their heads in the doorway quickly running in to push Bucky out of the way. "Didn't know there was a dance party!" Sam chuckled as Bucky glowered at him.
You laughed, eyes sparkling at Bucky as he moved back towards the edge of the room. He would be the toughest out of them, but if Logan and Remy had taught you anything, it was never to give in. Still, you thought as you felt him watching you, he had been watching you ever since you'd gotten here and now that you'd taken the first step you wondered where this little dance would take the two of you?
Summary: You never meant for this to happen. No one ever wants something like this to happen to them, yet here you are -- withering and groaning while the power pulses through you like a virus. Castiel knew something was wrong, the Winchesters knew something was wrong, but they didn’t know why it was wrong.
Pairings: Castiel x mutant! reader; Sam and Dean mentioned
Warnings: Cursing, bloody fights, past abuse mentioned, experiments were done on a young child, angst served with a small taste of fluff!
Request: Heyyy!! Could you maybe do a Castiel x mutant reader? Where he knows there’s something off with her and tells the boys making them suspect she’s a demon, but when on a case she accidentally uses her powers, the boys get mad she didn’t trust them and she runs, Cas spends days trying to find her Just really angsty and fluffy please?
Note: So, I got this requested a few days ago, so Anon I deeply apologize for the lateness of your fic! But, I actually wanted to throw a bit of Billie Eilish into this one! The song bury a friend worked well with this idea, and I hope you enjoy it! Also, I flipped it to where the brothers see first hand, then Cas, but the brothers still think she’s a demon.
Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!
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It’s been three years. Three years since you last saw that horrible lab. Three years since you were forced to endure what no person should ever endure. Three years since you ran, only to leave bloody footprints in your wake. Three years since you last had to use what made you run in the first place. The day you broke free and ran was the same day you met, Sam and Dean Winchester, as well as the angel Castiel. It was years ago when you came barreling out of the forest, nothing but a small hospital gown with blood stains smeared across it. Your legs hurt from the cuts and bruises that throbbed beneath your skin. Your breaths coming out in pants as you stumbled onto the pavement, hissing as your knees buckled from beneath you. The boys ran to you, hoisting you up and promising that they would help you; they did. Three. Years.
{Present Day}
“Deaaaan,” you whined from the backseat, your wet hair stuck to your cool skin while you shivered from underneath your soaked raincoat. Dean reached forward, flicking on the heater as Sam came barreling into the car, cursing under his breath as he reached up, roughing up his hair some. “Why’d we take this case in Ohio when we know that it’s their rain season?!” You hissed, reaching up with your slightly shaking hands to attempt and squeeze out some of the remaining water, more than willing to deal with Dean’s wrath later.
“Y/N, come on, a little weather isn’t going to stop us from saving people.” Dean sighed, turning the heater up some as he took off down the small street. “Speaking of the case, what’d you find out?” He looked to Sam as he huffed, reaching into his coat and pulling out a nilla envelope before carefully thumbing through the papers.
“Uh, really nothing that we don’t already know,” Sam paused, scanning through the pages as you sighed carefully, turning and staring out the window. I’ve been with the brothers since I escaped, yet... They don’t know from what. When I woke up from my unconscious state, they had patched me up and asked me to explain why a 27-year-old was wandering around the deep forest with a hospital gown on and... I broke down. Once they saw how visibly shaken up I was, they never brought it up again, and I was introduced to the world of the Winchesters. I became quick friends with Cas, he didn’t seem worried or as concerned for me as the brothers did; he didn’t attempt to slide a question into our conversations, or he didn’t question me of my past. He made it seem okay...
“Bingo! Okay, okay, so it says here that the disappearances started 5 years ago,” Sam paused as you scooted up, leaning against the seat to get a look at the pages, only to feel your breath hitch in your throat.
“Well, some are saying they reported this laboratory for doing experiments on the surrounding wildlife, people’s pets, and a few times they went even as far as-”
“Kids.”
The word left your lips like a whisper. The laboratory that you had escaped those years ago, wormed its way back into your life -- back to you. You could feel your chest begin to tighten as the sound of your quickening heartbeat pounding in your ears. The anger and sadness that you had learned to control slowly building and moving against your nerves as you leaned back, pressing your palms tightly against your temples, attempting to relieve the pain that seared through your body.
“Y/N..? Hey, you okay?” Dean called out, but his voice was too far away. No. No, not again! You hadn’t realized that Dean had pulled over and both brothers were turned around in the front seat, staring at you with worry filling their eyes.
“No. No, no, no, no, no-” the word left your parted lips like some ancient chant. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up as you felt the sudden power pulsing through your veins. The anger feeding the power as you hissed through clenched teeth, clutching and pulling at the clothes that wrapped your now warming body. You could feel their eyes watching you as you curled further into a ball, small gasps and whimpers passing your lips as you clenched your e/c eyes shut; you couldn’t let them see you like this... Please, not again. No more.
“Drive.” You growled.
“What?! Y/N, no we need to get you to the hospital,” Sam scolded.
“I. Said. Drive!” You screamed, making the boys look at each other before Dean turned around, quickly throwing Baby back into motion before speeding off down the empty road. Every turn, every bump, every small thing seemed to make the power pulse harder through your veins. Your skin became clammy, it burning as you kept your eyes shut, not wanting to reveal your newly forming pupils to the brothers.
Once Baby came to a screeching halt, you scrambled the backseat, stumbling quickly towards your room, throwing open the door before slamming it shut on the brothers, who shouted your name despite your neighbors already asleep. Stumbling further into your room, you collapsed to your knees, digging your fingers into your temples as you panted through clenched teeth -- the pain was too much. Too real.
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Sam and Dean stood outside the bedroom, each with an ear pressed to your motel room’s door, attempting to listen for any more of your agony yet you had grown quiet...
“That’s it. I’m calling Cas.” Dean growled, standing from his position, digging in his coat pocket for his phone as he moved back towards their shared room, not listening as Sam called after him.
“Dean... Dean, hang it up, come on! We don’t know if this is-”
“I know we don’t, Sam, but... What in the hell do you call that?” Dean hissed, holding the phone away as Sam stood in the doorway, closing it behind him as he shrugged, reaching up and running a hand through his freshly wettened locks. Dean stood off to the side, frowning as he listened to the ringing echo in his ear. Glancing up, Dean noticed how anxious Sam seemed to be, even if he was trying his hardest to hide it.
“Sam, I-”
“Hello, Dean,” a metallic voice spoke from the other end, making Dean’s voice catch in his throat. Sam perked up, his eyes trained on Dean’s movement as he cleared his throat, quickly turning away from his younger brother with a groan.
“Cas, hey buddy, uh... We need you down here.” He muttered, using his free hand to scratch at the nervous tick on the back of his neck. Dean could feel Sam’s eyes burrowing into his back as he sighed, already wondering if he made the right call.
“Is the hunt harder than you all thought? Did... Was Y/N hurt?” Cas growled as Dean rolled his eyes, fighting back the small smirk that attempted to work up past his frown. “What? No. She’s not hurt, but... Look, Sam and I just need you to get down here, tonight.” Dean paused, turning towards Sam, who was frowning and staring down at the motel carpet floor.
“Yeah, tonight-”
“What did you need?” Cas suddenly spoke, making Dean jump back from where he stood, snarling as Sam quickly stood from the bed.
“Cas?! What’re... How’d you - what.” Dean groaned, clicking the phone and ending the call as Cas stood there with an arched brow. He looked as if he had been getting ready for the day, besides his hair that was curled and unruly.
“You said something was wrong with Y/N, and I haven’t been able to reach her, cell or mind. There’s... There’s something off with her, I can feel it.” Cas murmured as Dean moved towards his bed, sitting down on the edge as he nods slowly.
“That’s what we were thinking,”
“No, Dean, that’s what you were thinking -- and you’re thinking the impossible.” Sam hissed as Dean frowned, glaring at his brother. Cas stood before the two, furrowing his brows as he glanced between them.
“Sam, what’re you talking about?” Cas asked, crossing his arms over his chest as Dean huffed, looking like a child about to get scolded. Sam sat a little straighter as he ran a hand through his hair.
“It’s just... The moment Dean and I started talking about the case, and about some leads that could help us. And, she started freaking out. Her body started shaking, her eyes clenched shut in pain, her knuckles were almost white from how hard she was clutching at her wet clothes,” Sam sighed, closing his eyes in pain as he thought back to the pain Y/N suddenly endured just minutes ago.
“Why did you call me?”
“You’re an angel,” Dean shrugged, twiddling his thumbs as he frowned, continuing. “I thought you could help her, or see what was really wrong with her, because with what I’m thinking... I really don’t want to think about it anymore.”
“Dean, she’s not-”
“How do we know? Huh? Since the day we picked her up, she’s always on edge about specific things! Especially when it comes down to demon hunts -- don’t you see it, Sammy?” Dean growled, standing quickly from his bed as Cas furrowed his brows, looking between both irritated brothers.
“You... Dean, you really believe that Y/N’s a demon..?” Cas hissed the word, blinking as Dean shrugged, still keeping a frown on his lips as Cas scoffed, glaring at the eldest brother. “You’re insane,”
“Then, what the hell is wrong with her!? She’s withering in pain in her motel room, and she refused to open her eyes -- what type of signs does that tell me?” Dean spat, his anger showcased as Cas took a step towards him, snarling.
“That doesn’t mean that she’s a demon, Dean!”
“You don’t know that!”
Before anyone could say anything else, the motel door blew open, the powerful gust knocking them all to the ground. Dean’s head colliding with the table as Castiel’s side slammed against the back wall, while Sam’s back met the table with a heavy crash.
“Well done, Melissa! That was quite a burst,” a sickly sweet voice chuckled as Cas groaned, gripping at his side that pulsed with pain. Tilting his head up, he watched two figures slowly enter the motel room, his squinted eyes glanced down to see their hands connected...
“Thank you, darling, it was nothing really.” The left one, Melissa giggled, leaning towards the brunette who held a large grin before flickering her eyes towards Castiel and the brothers, her grin becoming a frown.
“Hello... Angel.” She smirked, releasing her lover’s hand before moving towards him, Cas rolled onto his side, hissing at the pain. The woman stuck out her hand, a sunset orange glowing from her palm as Cas felt his body slide up the wall, a breathy groan escaping his parted lips.
“Darling, what should we do with him?” The brunette called over her shoulder as Melissa stepped up behind her, frowning at him as he glared, feeling his muscles tense and pulse as the brunette flexed her fingers, showing that she was putting more pressure against him.
“I’m not sure... We came for the hunters, he’s a bonus, but we still need to find that bitch that was with them.” Melissa growled as Castiel’s eyes widened, if they hadn’t found Y/N, she could escape... She could get away. Cas tried to flex his arms against the witch’s power, but she squeezed tighter, causing a cry to escape his throat.
“Patience, sweet, we’ll find her and we’ll make her pay. First,” she used her other hand, lifting Dean’s unconscious form onto the bed while Melissa did the same to Sam, whose eyes kept flickering from conscious to not. “Get them tied and ready, we’ll need as much blood as we can get, especially if we want to get-” Her words were cut off by a cry as her body flew across the room. Cas slid down, huffing as brought a hand up to his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart as he looked up, snarling as Melissa stood near him, her eyes wide.
“You...” She snarled, dropping Dean and Sam against the bed as she flicked her wrist, a ball of flame appearing in her hand as their hero took a few steps into the room, a low and throaty growl making Castiel shiver as he squinted his eyes attempting to see who it was.
“They should’ve killed you, y’ know!” Melissa screamed, throwing the ball of flames as the figure dodged, jumping towards the ceiling, their front flushed against it before dropping back down and throwing one of the bedside lamps, Melissa barely dodged. “God, they should’ve killed you, you freak!” Another ball of flames launched as the figure growled again, jumping towards the wall next to the beds, pushing off and ramming against Melissa’s stomach, launching her backward.
Cas scrambled backward, his fingers digging into the carpet as he stared at the young witch, a quiet groaning from her throat. Turning his attention from the witch, he watched as the figure slowly lifted themselves up from the floor, turning their head towards Cas with wide eyes. “Y... Y/N?”
A sudden scream had both turning your heads towards the brunette, whose power slammed into your body, knocking you off your feet and barreling into the wall behind you. A howl of pain left your lips as you groaned, huffing as you slowly sat up on your hands and knees, blinking as you felt the power surge through your veins, your eyes flashed a deadly purple as you slowly stood and snarled towards Jenna.
“Leave.” The word sounded like tires on gravel. Your voice dropped as your eyes seemed to glow while the power surged towards your hands. Your veins glowed from the neon purple that worked through you, the pain searing your skin as you glanced down, now seeing the slowly blackening skin before Jenna spoke.
“I can’t! Not while you and these hunters are still alive,” she hissed, throwing another gust of power, as you took a step forward, bracing the surge before growling. “Leave.” The word held more sympathy than you wanted, but you could feel your body aching and pulsing from your newly added form. You hadn’t grown from y,h, but you could feel the power that worked through your muscles and bones as you glared towards the witch.
“I. Can’t.” She whispered, anger boiling through you, you suddenly rushed her. Your form blurring almost before Cas’s eyes, he blinked as you appeared in front of Jenna, grabbing her throat and slowly digging your fingernails into her light skin, her scream and fits becoming softer and more of squeaks than screams. Castiel watched with wide eyes, his lips parting as Melissa slowly woke, her eyes flickered towards you and Jenna as you snarled, fixating your eyes on Jenna’s. The purple light that worked through your veins snuck onto her skin, it rippling through her veins as another high pitched scream left her parted lips.
Dropping her lifeless body, you stumbled back while panting as Melissa cried out. Turning your attention towards her, you took a few steps back as you watched her frantically crawl towards her lover, cradling her head as her fiery eyes were now a lifeless grey film. Castiel sat there with his back pressed against the wall as a few groans came from the bed, making him and you turn your heads towards Dean and Sam as they both sat up, their eyes wide as you slowly backed away, lips parted as silent stutters worked from your lips.
“I... Sam, Dean-”
“You’re... You’re one of them.” Dean whispered, his voice emotionless as Cas slowly stood, a pained groan causing you to turn your head towards him with wide eyes.
“I, no, I... I was protecting-”
“Yourself! You were protecting yourself, you supernatural bitch!” Dean shouted, stumbling from the bed as you quickly backed away, feeling tears ripple through your eyes as you turned and ran, not listening to Dean or Castiel’s shouts for you to come back... Even if they were both for different reasons of why they wanted you back. Being this beast, being a subject from so long ago and now just gaining your powers -- it was horrifying. So, you ran.
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To be Continued...
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Soooo, how do we like part 1 of So You Ran? :) This took too long and I feel horrible that whoever requested this never got it, so I hope you enjoyed it and that it meets your expectations!
Part 2 should be up soon -- work and life has already gotten to me and I’m ahhhhh :’)
A/N: welcome to my new fanfic! I have so many ideas for this and I hope you enjoy.
Right now for the main character im using she/her as second point of view as you are her and seeing her thoughts but it’s in a different light. Sorry I don’t wanna use I or you.
Pairing: villain!Peter Parker x Reader.
Warning: harassment + cursing + abuse.
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Y/N Amelia Devereaux.
She’s the one that everyone knows as the dancer. She has been grown up to be just that, taken from the orphanage to live a life better than she would have in the streets.
She has never seen her parents, not even once, not even in a memory. She knows nothing about them. Are they even alive? She’s guessing not.
She has been taken by her ‘master,’ this ‘master’ is her adoptive father figure. He gave her a home and she’s thankful for that.
Everyone always given her a confused glance when they meet her for the first time. It obviously made her anxious at first, but it’s now expected of people to do so. She was different, after all.
Y/N is known as the dancer and is the talk of the town. The bar of her ‘master’s’ is gathering so much attention due to her remarkable dancing and how it arouses men who enter.
“You bitch, we didn’t gather as much as we did last week. You better rack up the money or you won’t get your plate of food.” He demanded, and he was mad but he still knew she didn’t do horribly.
“I am so sorry, Master, please forgive me, I will fix this for the next week.” She replied, coldly, as he liked it.
“Late at night tomorrow, you’ll seduce men into shop, you hear me?”
“Of course, master, anything you wish will be executed.”
He put his hand on her cheek as he checked her out one last time.
“That’s my girl, you’ll come out later for your dinner and you’ll head to sleep.”
He left the room, two other girls from the group came up to her.
“Why does he love you so much, bitch. You don’t deserve it. You’re always his little pet, you need to learn your fucking place.” Allison said, her voice was very squeaky and it annoyed everyone.
“This little bitch doesn’t even know how to dance. Back off from him, we need him on our side. We were brought here first, slut.” Hayley continued, they always do this stuff. It was normal.
Hayley slapped Y/N across the face. Even if Y/N wanted to fight back, there was no reason to. Nothing was going to change and they’re just mad they’re getting worse treatment. If anything, they should practice more.
“If you really feel that way then get your heads out of your asses and become better. Time is better spent bettering yourselves than belittling others to make yourself feel better.”
“We never asked for a response.” Hayley said, keeping up the pace.
“I never asked for you to come up to me. This is a waste of time, goodbye.”
Y/N opened the door to the shut down bar, lights were open but every table was put away nicely but one, the one they usually eat at.
Sophie ate by herself, it was just some chicken nuggets at french fries from McDonalds. It was the cheapest stuff they could get us nowadays so it’s what we get from time to time. If we’re lucky, we’d be able to cook stuff for ourselves.
“Hey, what’s up,” She sits down next to sophie, sophie was her best friend, literally, they were so well-matched that they’re inseparable.
Sophie looks up to see the mark on Y/N’s face. It was just her cheek really red and a bit swollen.
“God, did she do it again? Ask for some ice for it, it’s not good just leaving it swollen like that..” Sophie said, she felt bad for her, always getting beat up like this isn’t very nice.
“It’s okay, I got used to it.”
She ate some of the nuggets and fries, she needed something to eat before going to bed. Sophie went to the bathroom to wash up and Y/N finished eating. She headed upstairs.
She was about to enter the room until Sophie ultimately stops her.
“Wait, I need to talk to you about something!”
“Sure what’s up?”
“How are your powers doing?”
“Oh! They’re not acting up, I knew I had them ever since I was younger so I controlled them.”
Flashback scene:
Y/N put her two hands together in a shape of a triange which the emmitted light, a light beam.
“I can also do other things like make a barrier, blind people temporarily, and make a light circle for healing. I never use them because I never had to but it’s normal!”
Sophie clapped and cheered, she was glad she had a friend like Y/N, shes so powerful and cool.
Flashback end.
“Why don’t you use them to get out of here?” Sophie asked.
“I can’t! That would be too dangerous.”
“Why not? I mean, they don’t have powers.”
“Sure, they don’t but after that, where do we go? Do you want to starve to death?”
“No,”
“There’s your answer. I’m going to sleep goodnight.”
She leaves Sophie to her thoughts and leaves to sleep. She can’t shake the thought of what Sophie said though, can she really do it? No wait, she can’t that would be a danger to herself and others. She shook the thought away and fell asleep.
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Summary: What does it mean to be a hero? What does it mean to be an Avenger?
Word Count: 372
A/N: work drabble!! This came to me and idk what to do with it so I will post and maybe update some day... Soonish. XD
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"Hey… c'mon now," Tony's voice was a soothing balm as he held you.
Your knees weakened, your shoulders shook with how hard you were trying to hold back the sobs. It hurt, god it hurt so much, the way he had looked at you, those venomous words spilling from his mouth.
"BUT HE'S RIGHT!!" you cried out, the dam breaking, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you clutched his shoulders, face buried in his chest. "Tony! FUCK! WHAT AM I DOING HERE IF I CAN'T SAVE ONE LITTLE GIRL?! One… child-" your voice broke. Your heart broke, it was broken, shattered into tiny little pieces and you didn’t care, you deserved worse, you deserved to be the one that- the one to have-
Tony held on, catching you as your knees gave out. He knew what this felt like, had watched as you gave your all on the battlefield alongside them. Shit, you had come back with more damage than any of them, that's just how it worked. That's how you worked. You took damage that others would, it healed- you healed so quickly.
But not this time.
This time you had been too late, this time you couldn’t take the damage away.
Bucky had been frantic to find you, the little body he held had stopped struggling before he had even found you.
Tony struggled to not hate him. This wasn't his fault, just like it wasn't yours. Blame was to be placed on the enemy. Still, he could feel the ugly emotion curl low in his gut, his heart clenching as you sobbed uncontrollably, your fingers curling in his underarmor shirt. The way you struggled to breathe, the ache that he could hear echo in your cries, he knew that pain. Cuts and bruises still littered your face, Tony knew you would do anything to take more damage, to take the pain away from that small body, to save that child. He had been grateful for your help, but this was another reason he didn't want you there. Your mixture of powers was still unreliable.
Was Bucky right?
That begged the question though. Who deserved to be called an Avenger? Who deserved to call themselves a hero at all?
Characters: Mutant!Reader, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker (mentioned)
Word Count: 945
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Steve watched as you moved along slowly, Tony looking over at him. The battle had been hard, but they had managed with minimal civilian casualties. The team was tired and beaten, but thanks to you, they had only bruises and a few cuts. The exhaustion of injuries that became nothing in a matter of seconds still weighted on them, each staring as you carefully and gingerly climbed out of the transport.
"Yeah, I don't like it either Cap."
"Will she be alright?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head, he had offered to help which you smiled and waved off.
"Who cares? It's her part."
Steve moved quick, catching Tony's fist and moving the man back a few feet. "Buck go shower off, we're going to have a chat."
Tony cursed under his breath, anger rippling through him like a visceral being. "Fucking ass, what is his problem?!"
"I'll take care of it… just, go check up on Y/N."
Tony shoved away from him, “you know he was reckless, taking more chances because she was there!”
Steve nodded, Bucky had gone overboard, he’d acted differently towards you since the last mission. He had an idea as to why, but he would have to confront him. He stepped in front of Tony once more, “I got him, you get her.”
“Yeah,whatever,” Tony spat out angrily, glaring daggers, “you know she’s just a kid.”
“Just a year under us Tones, let’s remember that. She came to us. Lets handle this the best we can.”
**
You kept your arm close. It still ached, Bucky had been more reckless than usual. He had broken his right arm, snapped it out of the rotator cuff as well, you'd taken the hit. He had glanced at you briefly as you went down, the pain surging through you like never before, he knew you realized as you met his hard gaze. You wouldn't give in, watched as he shook his shoulder and snapped his hand, cold blue eyes snapping away from you as he moved back into the fight. You swallowed the waves of pain, focused on the Captain, the Witch, Tony…
Teammates. Hatred. Anger. Fondness. Favored. It all connected with your powers. The more the person you healed liked you, the easier it was. The pain would be easier to manage, but… Bucky hated you. All that hate and anger slid into you, compounding the pain.
"You're making a mistake kid. All they will do is judge you, call me when you figure out I was right all along."
The door slid shut behind you and you stripped as you limped along your rooms. Avengers Compound was vast and spacious, you had hoped to call it home. Tired of where you had been, what you had been doing, who you had run with. You'd wanted a change.
The water was scalding, you shivered despite it. The feeling of cold hard hatred still ran through you and much to your best efforts a small whimper escaped you. You screwed your eyes shut.
"You'll fit in just fine! The team is really great at taking in strays and it sounds like what you do is beneficial enough that Fury wants you here." Tony had been so kind, you had swayed closer to him. But he had been right. The other had been kind and sweet, even Bucky. He had been the warmest and looking back now you realized it was why it hurt so much more now. That happy smile morphed into a scowl whenever he saw you now. His anger and disappointment sank deep into your bones.
A sob tore up and out of you as dirt, grime and blood mixed into the steaming hot water, fingers clutching at the cool tiled walls.
Tony leaned against the paneled walls outside, scowl marring his face. He had followed you, walking in as the water had started hand raised when he heard the sound of your whimper.
He hadn't really agreed to you being added to the team. Not at all, hurting a person so that they didn't? Even Natasha had voiced her concerns. Going over your dossier hadn't helped. Others had used you before, taken advantage, not a single fuck before to your well being. That would change.
He wanted it to change, wanted to see if you'd be interested in changing your life. No one should hurt this much.
**
Stepping out of the shower you startled coming face to face with Tony. Hand on your chest the other held out in front of you.
"Hey… sorry, uhm, thought you could use some company?"
You took in a slow deep breath. "H-how long?"
Tony looked over his shoulder, "not long, five minutes. Uhm, I got popcorn started and I could have the kid come over and join us for a movie? He's pretty knowledgeable when it comes to films."
You stared at him for a moment, what was he up to? “I have a call to make.”
Tony nodded, “uhhahh!! Well, I asked the kid over, if you’re okay with that? I know I was asking but he likes to hang out an-” he pointed at the ceiling as the doorbell rang, dark brown eyes swept down you and right back up to your eyes, “how bout, I get that, get the snacks and Pete can pick out the movie while you get dressed and make your call?”
You nodded holding your towel in place. Tony grinned broadly, slowly moving back and out of your room into the living room. You stared at the door for a minute longer before quickly changing and grabbing your phone.
Sam flicked his ear as Steve dropped onto the couch on his other side, the three watching as you sat perfectly content on Scott’s lap. "Stop giving off murder vibes no one you want is picking up on man!" Sam huffed grabbing the remote.
"Shoulda said something," Steve pitched in.
Bucky shook his head, forcing his gaze away from your smiling face to the TV. "Don' know what you two are talking bout,” he growled irritated.
"Like nothing happened out in the field while you two were alone?" Steve asked grabbing the remote from Sam.
"Nothing happened!!" Bucky bit out. He felt your eyes on him and he quieted as Steve and Sam snickered. "Nothing happened, got hit pretty good while covering my partners ass is all."
"You never took a hit like that for me," Sam cooed batting his eyelashes.
"Never?" He asked rolling his eyes, "saved your ass plenty of times Wilson."
Bucky tensed up as you pounced, dropping into his lap, feet falling into Steve's lap and head into Sam's. "Whatcha talkin bout?"
It was instinctive, Bucky shoved you off his lap. The resounding thud even made him grimace.
"WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?!" you demanded as you scrambled to your feet. Both Sam and Steve slinking over the back of the couch.
"Nothing."
You pushed Scott’s hands away as he tried to help you, huffing irritatingly. "Y'know Buck, you're a real ass! That's why no one wants to hangout with you anymore, you've been insufferable the past few weeks and no matter how much space anyone gives you you just..." You flapped your hands around and stomped away, a loud groan leaving you.
Scott stared after you, "ain't ya gonna catch your girlfriend?" Bucky scowled running his hands over his face in aggravation. It was his own damn fault, he should've said something.
"Uhh, you mean Hope? She's outta town right now, but Y/N's helping me improve my dancing for when she gets back. Been teaching her some magic tricks in return. Hope is better at a lot of things than me and I wanna make sure I don't completely embarrass myself when I take her out dancing. Hey, man, I know stuff is hard, constant missions and all that," he sat down on the coffee table in front of Bucky, gripping his knee. "But ya know, instead of pushing everyone away you should I dunno, try talking to someone?"
"I'M NOT PUSHING ANYONE AWAY!" He exploded.
Scott looked around, prompting Bucky to do the same. "Your bad attitude ran them off. I know your close to Nat, maybe if you Skype with her it'll help? She should be back from India soon. Just," he sighed, "Y/N is really worried about you and she can't concentrate as well. That's no good when your going out in the field, if she did something wrong, let her know. It's killing her."
"Y/N thinks she did something wrong?!"
Scott sat back, "buddy, she’s been giving you space cause you keep brushing her off, you blew up on her the other day for bumping into you, what... What did she do wrong?"
Bucky shook his head, "you and Y/N... Not dating?"
Scott frowned, eyes widening as he made the connection. He reached out suddenly and smacked Bucky across the head, "fuck, I just hit the Winter Soldier. Fuck it, shit, been hanging out with Y/N too much, picking up her language. Uhh, you're pretty stupid. She's been a mess, says she knows whatever is wrong with you is because of her." He shook his head pursing his lips, "get it together Bucky, Y/N’s pretty cute if it weren't for Hope I would totally ask her out," he shrugged, "though I doubt anyone else stands a chance."
"What? Why?!"
Scott hung his head, "you really are stupid. Maybe I've been around Hope too long? Am I really smart now?!"
Bucky sat up, getting ready to follow after you, FRIDAY caught his attention though, “all Avengers available please prepare for immediate field mission.”
**
Bucky hated otherworldly would be conquerors. Couldn’t they leave the damned planet alone? What was so appealing about Earth anyhow? Their planets couldn’t possibly match ours! He huffed annoyed as he made his way across the battlefield. The city was wrecked, not for lack of trying but surprise attacks often went like that. He followed Steve’s direction and started towards where you were at. All he had to do was follow the destruction.
He watched as you moved, the alien creatures coming at you in waves, how many days had he tortured you during training? He had pushed you so hard there had been days where he had been afraid he would push so hard you’d bury him with your powers.
“The fuck are you lookin’ at Barnes?” came your voice over the comms irritated.
Oh he had really ticked ya off. “You,” he answered plainly. He saw you hesitate, quickly drawing his weapon and shooting down the monsters that had gotten close enough.
“I can handle this alone,” you bit out. You really didn’t need him here, not when he didn’t want to be around you and it had been evident the last month, he had been slowly pulling away from you, growling at you more and more. It hurt and frankly after everything- anger rose following the pang in your chest. Who needed the fucking idiot? Winter Soldier... jerk... asshole, idiot man-child.
Bucky entered your line of vision, fist connecting with what you realized was the aliens face. Of course he would, you grit your teeth concentrating on shifting the ground, forcing the earth to swallow them up.
“Yeah, but ya don’t have to,” he shot back finally as he fired his weapon.
“You’ve made it perfectly clear that you don’t wanna be around me, so.. fuck off!”
“Why are you being so damned stubborn?!” he growled angrily.
You caught his eye, waving a hand, rubble shot out flying through the enemies in front of you like bullets tearing through them with ease. “I don’t need you! Why are you here?!” you demanded angrily as he tore up the street till he stood right beside you.
Bucky slammed into you, instinctively you wrapped your arms around his thick wide shoulders as he lifted you, legs around his waist; spinning with you in his arms, heavy gun in one firing as you provided a shield of earth that rose up as you both whirled before he bent under the rising ground, body curling over yours protectively.
“Because I fucking love you,” he huffed roughly.
The words were muffled into the side of your neck, but with the dome of dirt and rock now surrounding you they were clear as day. “I got you,” you said pulling back, Bucky kept his arm around your waist, pulling back only to stare at you.
“Y/N-”
You both stilled for a moment, chests rising and falling with the exertion of reaching the other on the field before crashing your lips together. Laughter bubbled up as teeth clashed, both softening and finally syncing, lips molding together. Bucky pulled you closer, a rumbling growl making its way up his throat as you dropped your head back, his lips following along your jaw before moving to mark your neck. “Fuck... you’re such an asshole!”
Bucky hummed, nodding as he caught your earlobe between his teeth, “you’re a fucking pain in my ass!” he growled against your ear, “why do you do this to me?”
You stared at him in shock, shoving away from him, “ngh! Why-wh-what?! Aaahghhh! I am so done with your mood swings!! go fuck someone else’s head up! Why did I even bother?!” you screamed frustrated. “Just say what you mean!!”
Bucky laughed as you dropped to the ground from his lap, quickly following you, covering your body with his and pressing himself into you. “Now? This better?” he asked as he tugged your legs around his waist.
You swallowed the moan fighting its way up your throat, body betraying you as you pressed up into him. “Asshole!” you grunted, thrusting your hands into his hair and dragging him down into a heated kiss.
“Guys? Comms are still open-” Steve’s voice cut in lie a bucket of cold water. “How about ya two finish... back at the compound in privacy?”
Bucky dropped his head to your shoulder, both of you breathing heavily.
“Finally!”
“SHUT UP SCOTT!” you growled as he laughed.
“Steve, it was just getting good!”
“Tony-”
“All of you shut up,” Bucky huffed pulling away from you, committing the way you looked to memory. Hair fucked up, lips swollen from his, a mark just under the corner of your jaw, eyes lust blown. God, he couldn’t wait to have your legs wrapped around him again.
