The morning light was settling over New York, perfectly. Letting in the warm morning rays grace the bitter cold city, it's been oddly cold for this time of year
But finally. The warm was welcoming them.
April closed the door to the beautiful brick townhouse. She had successfully dropped off the little ones. Nadia will be picked up from school by her mother later on.
Her pink Mary Jane's clicked as she hops down those steps in front of the house. She eyes Edward softly.
"Okay. Kids are good. Mama will get Nadia later when she's out from school. We can take as long as we want."
April tilts her head a bit. Space puffs swaying as she hums. "So, coffee and a bite?"
She had picked a pink frilly skirt swaying. She picked pastel blue for bows and a baby blue halter top. Very much cotton candy aesthetic. April offers her hand to him. "Ready?"
Summary: a teen reader whos done a bunch of horror movies is filming a scene where she has to scream, freaks everyone out in the cast. Italics is the filmed scene.
Tags: really just fluff except one mention of torture and hitting
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A/N: Its short but its something new. i think im getting back to writing again so thats exciting!!
Y/n sat staring at the star studded cast in front of her at the reading table. Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downey Jr., Tom Holland, Elizabeth Olsen. It was wild all the people she had spent her whole life looking up to, and here she was, about to film a whole Marvel movie with them.
This was new territory for her too. A whole new genre of movie, different from the horror movies she was known for. The rest of the cast didn’t watch her movies so they didn’t know how she worked.
“Y/n? You okay?” Chris Evans asked waving his hand around in front of her face. “You zoned out there.” He added softly to the teen who flushed slightly and nodded looking down at her hands. “Have you done enough reading now? Are you ready to get into costume and makeup?”
Y/n paused for a moment picking at her fingers before she looked up and nodded. “Yeah. Ill go get ready. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” She took a quick glance around at everyone who shot her small nods before she disappeared. When she finally came to set, fully ready for her scene, her manager waved her over.
“Okay… lets get this over with guys.” She said, her manager chuckling at the bored look on the teenagers face that was currently covered in bruises and blood, her clothes hanging off of the girls frail body, a gash across her face where a scar usually sat on her characters face.
She was filming her background scene, how her character, Maddison, got where she was, fighting with the Avengers. The torture and pain the character had gone through obvious with the way she was dressed. “Alright you, are you ready to scream?” Thomas asked the girl with a grimace, knowing what he had to pretend to do to the girl. She nodded and stepped on to the set, a cold damp cell that had red splatter all over one wall, showing what she was supposed to have gone through. Thomas stepped forward, the director getting ready for filming, unknown to the teen, the rest of her cast mates stepped in to the studio, hiding in the shadows.
Scarlett elbowed a nervous looking Lizzie who motioned to the makeup on the girls face, the blonde shook her head slightly motioning to be quiet with a finger to her lips. Evans eyes widened as he studied the gash on the girls face. They all knew it was makeup, but as they had grown protective of the young girl, it scared them all. The all focused in on the girl when the director called action.
--Filming scene--
Maddison, a 13 year old girl who had been kidnapped by Baron Strucker at the age of 5, sat huddled against the bloody wall, her whole body shaking as she slowly lifted her head, a giant gash across her face, towards the man standing in front of her. The man merely raised his hand that held a ragged, rusty dagger and slashed down at the girl, her face getting slashed.
The girl let out a blood curdling scream, a scream so loud it even made Strucker take a step back out of shock. The man then turned on his heel and slammed the cell door closed whispering to the girl. “No one will ever want someone as disgusting as you.”
--Scene over--
The director called cut and y/n stood up and with a lack of emotion on her face and grabbed her water bottle. She had barely gotten a sip of it when she was collided with, a pair of arms wrapping around her, gripping her tightly. The teen squeaked as she tried to move the blonde hair to see the horrified look of all her adult castmates standing around her. She patted the back of what she assumed to be Scarlett with a look of confusion running across her face.
“What was that?” Mark asked as he nervously twisted his hands. “How did you bring that up? That was so real…”
“What do you mean?” Y/n asked as Scarlett finally pulled back. “I’m confused?”
“It was very convincing sounding darling.” The actress said, one hand not leaving the teens arm. “Are you okay?”
“Oh. I’m fine?” She responded. “I did- have you guys never seen any of my movies?”
RDJ looked at the girl sheepishly. “Your movies are intense kid… theyre a little scary for most of us.” The teen barked out a laugh shaking her head.
“My whole career I’ve only done horror movies, that scream just is what it is at this point. Nothing behind it, just 5 years of perfecting it.” She said with a small shrug and a small smirk on her face.
“Jesus kid, you gave us a heart attack as a whole.” Hemsworth chuckled as he ruffled the girls hair making the teen roll her eyes with a small smile as she was called back to the set.
It's been so long since they've been up there. Beyond earth. Where they didn't feel thousands of emotions constantly. They only felt two; Ego and Mantis. That's it. They had trouble connecting to the plants like Mantis, they were only good with living beings. Well, they're not good with humans. But they can feel and connect with them better.
They truly regret not taking Peters offer of living in Oregon. They saw pictures of Brooklyn and thought it would be fun...Boy were they wrong. Mantis was the one who primarily taught them English, so they weren't that skilled. This results in them not making many...or any friends. They felt so alone even with all the emotions flooding their head.
They finally found a place where they couldn't feel any emotions, an abandoned factory in Floyed Bennet field right outside of Brooklyn. They were able to find a ladder leading to the slanted roof. It allowed them to connect with the galaxy and imagine what their sister was doing with the Guardians. And fortunately for them it was only a twenty-minute bike ride. And every once and awhile they took Oriel with. She'd start sprinting down the road, making him lose balance.
Odhran hopped the fence and walked over to the staircase with the broken steps, jumping across. They crawl the ladder, pulling themselves up onto the roof. via a hatch.
They close the trap door and crawl across the metal. They take off their baseball cap, their antennas springing up, just happy to be free. The ends glow a dull orange. The spots on their neck glimmer against the light.
They set their head back against the curved surface, begging to find a glimpse of the Guardian's ship.
fairy-coded | frost herself | oc inspired by marvel's red room.
moodboard ♡ carrd ♡ playlist
❝ i used to think the cold was punishment.
now i wear it like a crown. ❞
— mishra
🎧 mishra igorovna morozova, or just mish, sometimes mishy — 24, she/they, pansexual, enfj-t, sagittarius. born under a december sky in sayanogorsk, russia ❄️ now living quietly somewhere warmer.
HER ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
﹅ 5'1" (154cm)
﹅ long wavy ginger hair (dyed; she used to be blonde)
﹅ light blue, doe eyes / button nose / pouty mouth
﹅ freckles, curves, a soft belly she’s learning to love
﹅ frostbite scars on her fingertips + legs
﹅ tongue, bellybutton, and ear piercings
﹅ one tattoo on her lower back
🧸 personality — shy, patient, endlessly kind. she listens more than she speaks, always ready to help, always trying to understand. a little naive, a little too trusting, but there’s brilliance in her softness. she laughs easily. she cries easily. she is trying. smarter than what anyone thinks.
BACKSTORY ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💔 ꒱ ˎˊ˗
a child of frost and silence: born into a house of forced love and hidden violence. her mother sent her into the cold during fights, said her father was cruel; years later mishra learned it was the other way around. sent away in america at six to live with her aunt and at ten, she was taken back to russia and discovered the truth — the bruises, the hunger, the endless dance lessons until her feet bled. frostbite on her skin, loneliness in her bones. she ran away at nineteen, hiding in america. reunited with millie, her childhood friend, she began to heal — piece by piece, petal by petal. she still struggles with food, still startles at loud noises, still wears her trauma gently; like lace.
but she’s alive. she’s warm now. she crochets pink thread into blankets and that's progress.
AESTHETIC ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🩰 ꒱ ˎˊ˗
soft pink knitwear, morning light through sheer curtains, old ballet shoes, freckles, tearful laughter, crochet flowers, royal & the serpent lyrics, quiet cafés, rabbit plushies, glitter tears.
“she’s learning that softness doesn’t mean weakness.”
I promise that, I kept that vow. I'll always keep our secrets between just us. The life we've onced craved. The burning pain and misery, I'll tuck it away and keep you safe. I'll rather die then be without you my love. I crave and pray you return from war my precious soldier. Return home to us safe and sound. Meet this precious girl that'll love you as much as I love you...'
-Mrs. Sienna Barnes. Your wife mi amore.
It felt like a slap to her face as she saw the letters she wrote James stuck in some museum. What irritated her more was what he was enlisted as- that he was a volunteer.
No the fuck he wasn't, he was drafted.
Sienna was steady as she adjusted her cap, she walked into the museum with Steve. Wanting to visit with him, seeing as he visited more times then she has.
Her eyes shook for a second as she looked at the younger version of her husband. And she melted seeing a photo of them on his section. It was small, it was mentioning her, how their marriage was considered 'historic', for being one of the first for an interracial marriage at the time.
She followed Steve along. Her eyes drifted around as she took in the small things in the museum. The things that they held for the Howling Commandos and the battles they fought. Her eyes landed to the uniforms, she took a second as she blinks. Seeing his face again as she was fighting the urge to cry. She missed him.
Her soul felt empty, she felt lost. She knew what he did to protect her, shot even Steve didn't know.
It was true. She would die protecting him. She always would, because without him, she didn't feel like life was ever worth living.
Sienna was quiet for a second longer. Her hand reached for Steve as he pulled her along. Her eyes looked ahead, but she froze.
This was new...
She pulled from Steve. He looked back as he noticed her walking away. He was surprised as this was a new thing.
Letters. Many letters soldiers got during the war. But a few stood out. Ones she never received from Bucky-
Her eyes shook for a solid minute. Her eyes flicker as she read through them. She felt shaky, like she shouldn't have seen them. Technically no one should of besides her-
Steve finally recognized them. The hand print of Bucky, the one he did so carefully so Sienna wouldn't worry. So she believed they were okay, not in direct danger. Which was a lie.
His eyes shook more as he saw the last letter Bucky was supposed to send out.
'To the moon and back. Even oceans apart, your the bird I have loved. The one girl that stole my attention and has kept it that way.. I've done so much, seen so much, felt so much. I'm ready to settledown, at home with you. Grow that family we've spoke of- seven kids really Si? I don't mind the idea...
I adore you. I long for you. I promise to always be with you. I will fight my way back home if I must- heaven and earth be damned my bird. I love you. Keep my heart safe while I do this.
Keep her safe. I wanna love her as much as I love you. I wanna see you with our baby girl soon. I wanna see how much she looks like her mama. Yes you will be the mother of all my children, I don't care what happens.
I clearly didn't care when we got married. I didn't care when we made her. I wanted you and all of you. Forever and always. If I don't come home- know I will find you in the next life, and the next. Your stuck with me Sienna,forever'
Your husband, James B. Barnes.
Her eyes pooled with tears as she leaned into Steve. He engulfed her into a hug as he escorted her to a more quiet area. Her hands shook as she didn't know he had a feeling he wasn't gonna come home
Her heart broke as she softly sobs. "Steve ..he knew... He knew?"
Her eyes shifted down to their feet. She was crying, her hands wiped the tears away as she processed what just happened.
Why was it after all this time- did it feel like life was still making a big joke about their life?
