The Best His Dark Materials AU Avengers Fics.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Red Room was not a good place to grow up, especially for a girl and her daemon, and now Natasha must navigate the adult world with a detached soul.
"It's a messy conglomeration of longing and need and desperation and deprivation and she doesn't know what to feel, so she decides to feel nothing at all."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Steve's daemon settles. And no one notices James' does the same.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Tony’s daemon breaks a lot of rules, so many, and yet without them Tony would be lost. He struggles to find a place where they can be whole without preconceived notions and judgments from others.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Clint and his daemon Bree can see colors no one else can.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When she joined Shield, she kept the habit, alongside her codename and her hair. She learnt Shield’s rules and tries to redeem herself. She takes mission after mission and can’t figure out if it’s helping or not. One mission she’s a scruffy shepherd, another a wildcat. She’s always the redhead.
She doesn’t fail. She ignores the gossip.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Barnes’s daemon has a name, obviously, but he only ever calls her “Sweetheart”. At least, Sam’s fairly sure no daemons named their kid that in the 1910s, but hey, what does he know, maybe it was like the kids who used to get named after weird virtues and vices back in the Puritan days; maybe she’s lucky not to be Chastity or Prudence or Bread-of-Life.
Steve never calls her Sweetheart, though.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Families could be chosen, could be made and patched together.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He can feel Amalthea beside him, her sharp beak frantically pecking and tugging at his shoulder. He can feel her panic resonate with his own. They’re trapped, too low to the ground, can’t see, can’t move, they’re going to die here if he doesn’t move.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Loquis lands on Clint’s nose, and spreads her wings like a gossamer mask.
“Oh baby,” she laughs, “we’re all monsters here.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Tony was never one for social conventions, but there were lines not even he had dared cross. Until he does. The results are not what he was anticipating.