#post-avengers

[withthekeyisking-writer]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & SHIELD Agents & Staff Characters: Clint Barton, SHIELD Agents & Staff (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Movie: The Avengers (2012), Past Mind Control, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Clint Barton Has PTSD, Clint Barton Has Issues, Trust Issues, Therapy, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Clint and Natasha love each other your honor Summary:

The problem with not trusting your own mind is—

Well, it's not trusting your own mind.

[mcuthoraction]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Thor can’t even recall what it was that he had been seeking, that day. Of some plot, some scheme, only the Norns know. But he had ended up in front of Loki’s cell in the pits of Asgard, separated by glass as if they were warden and prisoner, not brothers. 

After the events of the Avengers (2012) Loki is tried and sentenced to imprisonment in the dungeons. Thor avoids seeing his brother in there, until he does not.

Fic written by @mayonaisie for the Thor Gotcha for Gaza for @/scribbles_pen's prompt: Hurt/comfort, Thor does something to trigger loki's flashbacks to when he was being tortured by the black order. This turns into a panic attack and it takes multiple attempts for Thor to properly calm him down. It's also eye-opening for Thor, realizing he really doesn't know how much lokis been through.

[darthbloodorange]

Captain America's Underwear

Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: None Major Tags: Humour, Pre-Relationship, Getting to Know Each Other, Questions, Awkward Conversations, Underwear, Post-Avengers (2012), POV Tony Stark Word Count: 300 - Triple Drabble

Summery: Tony has an important question for Cap.

For the: ✦ CapIM Holiday Exchange 2024 Community Gift Prompt: Tony is horny for Steve/Captain America.

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He shouldn't do this. It's likely only going to make things more difficult between him and Cap. But he had to know.

And well, Pepper and Natalie- Natasha weren't around. And JARVIS won't snitch... So he's safe enough to indulge his curiosities and loooooong forgotten youthful fantasies.

"So…" Tony says as he leans against the Quinjet loading ramp. "What does the 'Great Captain America' wear for underwear?"

Cap, going through the post-mission checks, whips his head around, eyes wide. "What?!" the man asks, voice strained.

Tony smiles, happy to have gotten a rise from the usually unflappable man. "The big question. Boxers or briefs?"

"I'm not telling you that," Cap responds, frowning, returning his attention to his tablet. Nothing more said.

Tony rolls his eyes, "I guess I’ll have to guess then."

"I guess you will," Cap says, not looking up.

A quiet moment passes between them. Tony shifts on his feet, the silence sitting awkwardly around them.

"Do I at least get a hint?" he asks.

Cap stills, thinking Tony's request over. "Think; military."

"Uhh… You don’t have American flags all over your jocks, do you?"

"What?" Cap asks, giving Tony a dissatisfied look.

"What?" Tony says, tapping his fingers against his pockets.

"That’s what you go with?" Cap asks, voice dripping with somewhat hidden disappointment.

Tony freezes. Staring at Cap as he tries to process that.

"What was I supposed to think? You’re Captain America!" Tony cries, tossing his hands up. "Don’t tell me it’s a Bald Eagle..."

Cap goes quiet again. Pointedly staring at the tablet in his hands, scrolling slowly. Tony begins to think that he's being ignored...

"Commando," Cap says quietly.

"What?" Tony exclaims, nearly choking on his tongue. He tries desperately to regain his composure.

"Wow!" he says, clearing his throat. "That's GREAT information."

THE END

[mcushipsahoy]

Back Again

Clint felt his throat close up and his eyes starting to water as soon as he saw just who was in the door way of the living room, looking the same as the last time he saw the other. He could feel his emotions swirl, the ones he felt the most was disbelief and anger.

“W-What the hell, Phil?!” was the first thing to spill out of his mouth, tears spilling down his cheeks when he found his voice. “I- how can you- how could you- You were dead, you bastard!”

“I know, I couldn’t help myself.” Coulson stated, a hint of forced humor could be detected in his tone. Clint knew that he was doing this to ease the tension, but it only made Clint’s anger heightened.

“I-is this all just one big joked to you?!” Clint stood up from the couch, the tears still coming. “I mourned for you! And all you can say is that you couldn’t help yourself? You are the ABSOLUTE WORST-”

“Clint,” Coulson cut him off in a soft voice before giving the archer a small, sad smile. “Have I ever told you that I love you? Because, I do.”

Clint felt his heart skip a beat, his anger diminishing into shock at the sudden confession. He stammered for a moment, rubbing his face, trying to get the right words out. “I- you- fu-you- ack! Just....just get the fuck over here and fucking kiss me, dumbass.”

“Okay.” Clint heard Coulson murmur quietly before the older crossed the living room, hands placing themselves on the sides of his head before lips engulfed his own. The archer’s hands flew up, gripping onto the suit jacket in a death grip, afraid that if he would let go, Coulson would disappear and this wouldn’t be real.

Fresh tears came fourth and Clint felt the other’s thumbs wipe them away before those hands slide down to his shoulders and then down to his sides before arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against the warm body as Coulson deepened the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip gently.

Clint parted his lips before letting out a quiet moan when a tongue slipped in, tasting him for the first time before Coulson broke the kiss. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, as well as not telling you I was alive.” Clint heard Coulson apologized before pressing a soft kiss on his forehead, guiding his head to the other’s shoulder. Only thing that Clint did in replies was wrapping his own arms around the other, burying his face into Coulson’s neck, clinging to the older like a lifeline.

[pxnt-break-blog]

Just A Man || closed

His brows knit in confusion. 

This small, lightweight device feels wrong in his big hands. He turns it over and over again. Tony’s rattling off in is usual style but the words are strange. 

“Does it come back to me?” he asks, cutting him off in midsentence. “If I throw it?”

@arcreactorforaheart

[punyjotungod]

You don’t know me.

"Heh." Loki scoffed, his head raising up to look into Thor's eyes. "You have no idea what it's like to be me." "Loki, please." Thor pleaded, looking at Loki sat down on his small bed inside the cell he was imprisoned in. "I can help you, we can fix this." "You think it's so easy?" Loki's words were taking on a venomous tone. "That it just takes a few words and everything's better?" "Brother.." 

"I am not your brother!" Loki spat, standing up face to face with Thor, his eyes narrowed, seething with hate. "You have no idea Thor! You had it so easy your whole life, the golden child, the one who's always praised, can't ever do anything wrong!" Loki pulled away and began pacing the length of his cell while his brother watched silently. "And then there's me, I'm not- I'm not even a part of your family! I'm- I'm just some stolen monster no one wanted!" He clenched his teeth together trying to get a hold of himself after stumbling over his words. Thor tried to reach out for him, but Loki just yanked away out of his reach. "Loki.. Don't say that, you know that's not true." "But it is, Thor!" He turned to stare hard at the other. "You just- You have no idea what it's like. To have what you are hidden away from you your whole life. To be told to fear what you are." His hands clenched into fists. "Fath- Odin meant to use me, Thor. I was never his son, I was a tool!" "But that doesn't change that you're still my brother, Loki." Thor tried to console, tried to keep his cool and anger in check, the last thing he was wanting was a fight neither of them would ever get over and ruining their relationship forever. "I still love you and you mean the world to me, Loki. Nothing will ever change that, no matter what Fathers intentions were." Loki sucked in a breath at hearing this and desperately wanted to deny him, he was lying, he had to be. No one could ever love a monster like him. "You're lying." He said, turning his back to Thor; he couldn't face this, not now. Thor shook his head even though Loki didn't see it. "Brother- Loki," He took a step towards the other. It hurt him so much to see Loki like this, broken down, nothing like the former self he used to be, more violent and exposed. "I don't know what you've been through, and I can't even begin to imagine what you're feeling, but-" "You're right, you can't!" Loki spun around again to face Thor, mildly surprised to find him closer and took another step back himself. "You have no idea, Thor." "You keep saying that but you don't elaborate! I want to help you, Loki!" Thor exclaimed, his frustration starting to show through. "Tell me, brother." Loki scowled but chose to let the brother comment drop this once. "I can't." He said in finality, turning away from his brother yet again, this time holding his arms to himself. "What?" Thor asked, confused, his anger fading and concern appearing. "Why can't you? You were just opening up to me, Loki, talk to me." Thor begged. "I just can't, Thor." Loki shook his head, his body visibly shaking. "Don't ask me again." "Loki.." Thor knew there had to be something much deeper than just Loki's heritage bothering him. He sighed in resignation. "Why did you attack Midgard?" He asked, to change the topic. "I said I didn't want to talk about it!" Loki growled defensively, though stayed where he was. "You should leave." Thor's brows furrowed, confused since he never mentioned Midgard before and Loki certainly didn't tell him no about the topic. He took a few short steps closer to his brother, resting a hand on his arm lightly, feeling Loki jerk at the contact but not move away. Feeling braver that he didn't pull away, he wrapped his arms around his little brother in a tight hug from behind. It was like at that moment they came to a mutual understanding of each other and Loki's breath hitched and then choked out a sob, turning around in his brothers arms to cry against him. Thor held him tighter, running a hand through the others unruly hair, whispering to him that he was okay, he was here and they would make it out of this together, that Thor would always be by his side. It was enough for Loki and it made him cry harder, but he needed this, he needed his brother, he didn't want to be alone without him and he was grateful he was here. He loved his brother, Thor, with all his heart.

[lbibliophile-mcu]

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