Concept where for whatever reason Peter has to fake his death and is sitting in his own funeral only to realize how deranged everyone he surrounds himself with is after forgetting to tell people it’s fake.
Maybe there’s a villain who sets their sights on him and he’s trying to throw them off his trail or whatever other reason but it’s all going horribly because who’s bright idea was it to put these people in the same room.
May is fully apart of this plan, she thinks it’s stupid but anything for her nephew so she just forwards the funeral invite to everyone in Peter’s contacts. This was an absolute horrible move on her part because what ensues is pure insanity.
Within minutes Tony Stark crash lands a SHEILD jet ten feet aways from the funeral venue and falls to his knees in absolute horror. The other avengers slowly follow in confusion and now Captain America and Thor are giving speeches at a funeral for a kid they literally don’t know.
Johnny storm is doing a live rendition of a dying star and going full supernova in the New York skyline while wailing in agony. Hitting the most dramatic poses in existence and insisting he can feel Peter’s souls up in the air alongside him.
Sue is crying in shuttered silence while Ben is blubbering trying not to draw attention and Reed is mentally figuring out the logistics of time travel because of Tony stark could do it why can’t he?
Flash is live streaming the entire thing insisting he was best friends with Peter and now half of the internet gets to watch this shit show of an event in 4K.
Harry Osborn is just fucking flailing money around trying to remove Peter’s body from the casket insisting he can bring him back to life. Genuinely doing money spreads during the viewing trying to bribe security into helping him steal the corpse.
Security consists of MJ who’s dressed in Victorian mourning attire and ominously telling people that Peter’s in a “worse place now” and “his soul requires a sacrifice to pass” and “ I’ll do what needs to be done.”
JJ Jameson is outside the venue recording a smear campaign on Spider-man screaming that this is Spideys fault for always stressing out his intern Peter and that they need to bring the masked menace to justice
Ned has decided to take up the Spider-mantel and is deadass wearing Peter’s suit to the funeral. He’s sobbing obnoxiously loudly and promising to carry out his legacy and uphold his values.
There’s a blind lawyer named Matt standing above Peter’s coffins with his brows drawn in confusion refusing to let them bury Peter because “it’s like I can hear him now” and gets into a fist fight with one of the attendees
The attendee he’s fighting is Frank Castle who shows up because Karen told him someone killed the photographer of Spider-Man who was still in high-school and he’s investigating. By investigating he really means instigating Matt into acts of violence.
Deadpool shows up half way through the event in a taxi so he can jump into the casket. He keeps making vague threats promising to find and destroy whoever did this in increasingly crude descriptions. Several people are trying to drag him out but he’s just ugly sobbing and refusing to exit the casket
Betty Brant is capitalizing on this event and brought a quarter of the school to witness this mess. She’s actively recording clips to play on the morning announcements of Midtown High. She starts networking for employment opportunities at the daily bugle DURING HIS FUNERAL.
Eddie Brock shows up to do a standing ovation for Peter’s death but gets jumped by half the audience. He’s confused as to where venom is but apparently the symbiot has joined in Wades efforts to jump into the casket abandoning Eddie to the very enraged group of schoolchildren and superheroes.
In the background standing menacingly is sevral SHEILD agents including Nick Fury all squinting at the scene in a mix of confusion and apprehension because generally speaking it’s frowned upon to crash a kids funeral to arrest the attendees
During all of this Peter should just be getting increasingly pissed off because what was supposed to be a small event to misdirect a villain results in New York City’s biggest spectacle to date. Over some random ass teenage photographer who nobody knows.
Shit really hits the fan when people start giving eulogies and Peter actually snorts in the middle of one because everyone is lying out of their assholes to sing his praises knowing he’s the biggest little shit in existence.
Description: ivars “little princess’ wants to train so you help her out
you and ivar had 3 children together now. Uhtred age 10 and the twins Finan and Iselut age 7, and another one on to be born very soon. (or so the healers say.)
You were beginning to think that ivar was going to get you with child as many times as possible, just to prove he could.
Ivar took up training the boys, they were natural fighters already, they were skilled in there own ways just like him, but they just needed some tutoring to rein in there stubbornness and there egos that caused them to think they were better than each other.
every time they would train, iseult would sit close by, aimlessly picking at the threads and the seams of her dress or trying to build the confidence to ask to join. She didn’t know why she was frightened. She was her father ‘little princess’ who could do wrong, any harm done to her ivar would chuck the culprits into the water and hold their heads down until the bubbles stoped and then offer there corpse to the gods.
But in truth she was scared her brothers were going to embarrass her or she was going to embarrass herself infront of them.
you were a shield maiden for most of your life before you married ivar and you were a darn good fighter as well, you only stoped fighting when you got pregnant and ivar wanted to keep you safe. And iseult looked up to you.
you watched the boys train occasionally when you were bored of being confined to your chambers and you tried not to snicker as the boys fell sometimes, then your eye caught iseult, she was always sitting on on top of a barrel in the yard anxiously picking at the seams of her dress as she kept looking over to ivar and her brothers.
it broke your heart at her being nervous to ask to join, she was a good girl, shy, sweet but she had a temper like ivar and the rest of her family. she was just nervous and you wished ivar would notice that.
One day you had enough and walked over to her. “You know. If you want to join just ask them” you told her, making her jump.
“I-I can’t ask them, uhtred said I’m to small and won’t even be able to hold anything.” she pouted softly and glanced over to the pile of weapons in the yard.
“Uhtred also thinks he will grow up to marry a Valkyrie” you said matter of factly and iseult giggled. “Besides who said anything about a heavy weapon?” You asked her and she looked at you confused
You looked around and found a small bow and arrow on the table, you picked it up and gestured her to jump down.
She hopped down and you handed her the bow and slotted in the arrow for her. “Ok keep your hand here…and draw back to your cheek” you instructed and she did as you said.
You helped her position and aimed it at the barrel that was in the direction off ivar and the boys. “Ok…when You’re ready ok” you told her and she nodded nervously before letting go.
The arrow file past the ivar and the boys. Almost catching finan on the cheek as it hit the barrel.
And all the 3 boys turned to look at her and ivar let out a suprised laugh
- act 2 chap 3 of my wp book called winters light ⭐️ still debating on whether to post the whole book here but consider this a little snippet of whats over there <3
- takes place at the mall scene in captain america : the winter soldier
cw: explosion and kissing (thats it i think)
Washington, D.C
On the way to the mall, Steve explained as much as he could—what happened to Fury, why SHIELD was after him, how everything had turned inside out.
She already knew he wasn't the one who attacked Fury—she had completed that mission alongside the Asset. But hearing how the rest of SHIELD was reacting... that was new. That was dangerous.
Azaliya followed, quiet and observant, it was trained into her to be. They blended into the crowd at the shopping mall, tension hidden beneath a facade of civilian calm. The noise pressed in from all sides—music, footsteps, laughter. Azaliya kept close to Natasha, her senses on edge as she still wasn't sure if she could trust them.
"Stay near," Steve muttered. "We don't know who's watching."
Natasha nodded, her eyes scanning every reflective surface. Azaliya's gaze caught on a shop window displaying rows of pastel skirts glowing in the sunlight. She froze without meaning to; for one fleeting second, the world felt soft again—a glimmer of who she might have been if she hadn't been built in a lab.
Natasha noticed and asked, "You like those?" Azaliya startled and scoffed, "No." The faintest smile curved Natasha's lips. "You don't have to lie."
Before Azaliya could respond, Steve called, "This way." They slipped into the Apple Store.
"The drive has a Level Six homing program. As soon as we boot up, SHIELD will know exactly where we are."
"How much time?" Steve asked.
Natasha popped the flash drive into a MacBook. "About nine minutes from—now."
On the screen, the tracer pulsed. Several SHIELD vehicles were already on the move.
"Fury was right about the ship," she muttered. "Someone's hiding something. This drive keeps rewriting itself—annoying little AI."
"Can you override it?" Steve asked.
"The person who built it is slightly smarter than me. Slightly." She typed rapidly. "I'm running a tracer. If we can't read the file, maybe we can track where it came from."
Just then, an employee walked up—bright smile, lanyard bouncing.
"Hey, can I help you guys with anything?"
"Oh, no. My husband was just helping me with some family vacation destinations," Natasha answered smoothly.
Steve slid in easily. "Right. Uh—planning a little trip. For her good grades."
He let out an awkward chuckle that wasn't fooling anyone.
"Aw, that's great!" the employee said. "Where are you guys thinking of going?"
Steve glanced at the screen—New Jersey was glowing like a beacon.
"New Jersey."
"Nice!" The employee nodded—then paused.
His eyes slid from Steve... to Natasha... to Azaliya.
Then he stared.
Hard.
"Huh. That's... wild." He leaned closer to Azaliya. "She looks exactly like both of you. Like—exactly. Your hair—your eyes—like someone made a custom mash-up."
He laughed.
"Did you guys make her in a lab or something?"
Azaliya froze.
She'd never noticed. Never thought to notice.
Her hair really was Natasha's shade of red but her blue eyes were a different shade than Steve's—not quite like her papa's.
Natasha placed a gentle but firm hand on Azaliya's shoulder.
"Thanks. She's our perfect girl," she said smoothly going back to the computer.
The employee grinned. "Well, if you need anything, I'm Aaron."
He walked away.
After they gathered the information they needed, they realized the mall was already hosting the tactical teams coming after them. As they stepped onto the escalator, they spotted Rumlow coming up right beside them.
"Kiss me," Natasha said quietly.
"What?" Steve and Azaliya said in unison—one shocked, one deeply disgusted.
"Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable," Natasha hissed.
Steve blinked. "Yes, they do—"
But he didn't finish—Natasha grabbed his collar and yanked him down into a kiss.
Azaliya immediately turned away, burying her face in the back of Steve's jacket—not because she feared being recognized, but because she absolutely did not want to see that.
"It's not exactly the word I'd use," Steve muttered.
"Well, it's the one I'd use," Azaliya snapped, still hiding.
Steve straightened quickly. "C'mon, let's move. Two more up front."
He swept Azaliya into his arms without warning as they exited the escalator, carrying her as they pushed toward the back exit.
Azaliya didn't fight it. Not because she couldn't. But because, for the first time all day, she felt safe enough not to.
-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-
After a couple of hours driving, they finally pulled up outside an abandoned military base indicated by the signal they were following.
Climbing out of the car, Natasha said, "This is it; the file came from these coordinates."
"So did I. This camp is where I was trained."
"Has it changed much?"
"A little," Steve replied, looking off into the distance as he recalled his time there.
"This is a dead end. Zero heat signatures, zero waves, not even radio signals. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off." Natasha noticed that Steve was staring at a building ahead of them. "What is it?" she asked as they walked toward the structure.
"Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks. This building is in the wrong place," Steve explained as he unlocked the door with his shield and they entered. When they turned on the lights, they realized they were in a SHIELD office.
"This is SHIELD," Natasha stated. Azaliya walked quietly behind them. The office was still filled with desks and older phones, making it seem like the place had been frozen in time.
"Maybe where is started," Steve said as they entered a room where they found old framed portraits of three people.
"There's Stark's father," Natasha noted. "Howard," Steve replied.
Azaliya decided to speak for the first time since they arrived. "Did you know them?"
"Yeah, I did," Steve replies almost sadly, turning away to walk further into the room. He stops by a massive bookshelf.
"If you're already working in a secret office," he says, pushing the bookshelf to slide it open, revealing an elevator behind it, "why do you need to hide the elevator?"
They enter the elevator, which took them to a room filled with older looking computers. Azaliya looks around, confused by the ancient technology surrounding her. She doesn't trust this place, it offered no quick exit.
"This can't be the data point; this technology is ancient." Suddenly, Natasha notices a small flash drive port. She inserts the flash drive, which activates the old computer in the room.
"Y-E-S spells yes," Natasha smiles as the old computer begins to crank up. "Shall we play a game?" she says in a different tone, then turns to Steve, who is looking at her with a blank expression. "It's from a movie that—"
"I know," Steve interrupts. "Eli made me watch it with him."
Eli? Who the heck is Eli?
Suddenly, the screen turns on, displaying a strange green pixelated interface. The technology around them comes to life, and a face appears on screen, complete with round glasses, starting to speak.
"Rogers, Steven. Born, 1918. Romanoff, Natasha. Born, 1984." An old camera moves above them, analyzing their features. "Project WSBW-3, born 2002."
Natasha's face pales. 2002. WSBW. There's no way. It isn't possible. No. No.
"It's some kind of recording," Natasha wispers trying to calm herself.
Almost offended, the computer begins talking again. "I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945, but I am." The screen shows an old photo of him.
"Do you know this thing?" Natasha asks. "Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He's been dead for years," Steve replies.
"First correction: I am Swiss." The lights flickered. "Second: look around you. I have never been more alive." He continued, explaining Operation Paperclip, HYDRA's infiltration of SHIELD, the decades of manipulation, the assassinations — including the Starks. Azaliya stood rigid, her pulse climbing. She really didn't like this.
By the end, Steve slammed the monitor with his shield.
Zola only chuckled. "As I was saying—"
"What's on this drive?" Steve barked.
"Project Insight requires insight. I wrote an algorithm—"
The air changed. Then Zola added "Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it."
The mental doors began closing. Natasha grabbed Azaliya's arm. "Steve!"
"I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it; it's better this way. We are both out of time." Noticing a small opening in the ground, Steve throws the metal door aside. "Jump!"
He threw Natasha and Azaliya down first, then dove after them, covering them with his shield as the entire facility detonated.
The world became fire and roaring metal.
Azaliya stayed conscious, although barely, the serum still maturing in her veins. Her ears rang. Her ribs throbbed. But she was alive. Awake.
Natasha wasn't as lucky. She was only beginning to stir when Steve hauled debris off them.They stumbled into daylight just as STRIKE teams arrived. "Truck," Azaliya gasped.
They sprinted silently through the trees and made it back to the Silverado.
Steve laid Natasha gently across the backseat, then turned to Azaliya, panic creeping into his voice.
"Are you hurt? What hurts? Are you bleeding anywhere? Do you need—"
Azaliya eased into the front seat. "I'm fine. Really. But we need to go."
That was enough. Steve gunned the engine. They vanished into the woods.
-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-
Back in D.C., Pierce poured himself a glass of milk, only to find the Winter Soldier already seated at his table, silent and unreadable.
Renata's voice drifted from the hallway. "I'm heading out, Mr. Pierce — need anything before I go?"
"No, Renata. You can go home," Pierce called, forcing his voice even.
"Okay, night-night." She walked off.
Pierce turned back to the Soldier. "The timetable has moved. Two targets, Level Six. They already cost me Zola." He leaned closer, voice cold.
"They also have the girl. Do this well, and she'll be back where she belongs."
The Soldier didn't react.
Renata reappeared suddenly. "Sorry, I forgot my phone—" She froze when she saw the Soldier. Pierce sighed, almost regretful.
"Oh, Renata. I wish you'd knocked." He picked up the gun from the table and shot her.
So I did like a concept drawing for the logo of Stratt's organization Sprout. I tried to keep it closer in design to the shield logo ie. a lot of harsh lines. I can definitely see the mistakes, but I've given up on caring
@videnrambles I thought Id tag you in this because at this rate it's as much of your au as mine
more add ons for Simon's backstory (thanks for the ideas homie):
Eden is still a death cult in the middle of nowhere usa. Eden was connected to another enemy of shield, but not Hydra because I just can't with that. I have a couple ideas and those are all from the show Agent's of Sheild :) but we can always use the tried-and-true method of making shit up
Simon's mom did her best to try and get him away from the cult but she was caught and killed before she could be successful. He still ended up with the butcher tittle because the father saw use for him (Simon never wanted to hurt people he swears-).
It didn't really click that he needed to break away from the cult until later down the line. He spends a year meticulously planning an escape route, taking everything of value, and leaving no trace. when everything is finally together, he runs for a while before getting picked up on the side of the road by a younger couple (mayhaps Adrian and Rocky if you want to get fun with it.)
Once he's settled, he starts feeding information to shield about Eden. Unfortunately, this happens to be before Hydra is discovered to be infiltrated so they saw a guy who was helping shield and tried to kill him
Ava see's this sad wet cat being hunted be the organization she was also kind of infiltrating -for her wife- and decided that she liked him. She got Eva on the line and said "hey we need to protect this guy from two(?) different groups." And of course, Eva did.
They got him a career in the spotlight, where if (not)Sheild tried to pull any shit, It would create huge problems for them. And of course, what better movies could they put him in than with one, Colt Seavers, brother to one of the few people Eva trusts with her life.
Also, I do kind of want to find a way for John Wick to exist in this universe a) because I think it's funny and b) because there is not enough Genwick going around and I think there should be more
Be still foul villain, I must line up my lance to properly run you through with it. Why is your sword quivering in that manner? You evil Prince, why do you keep challenging me knowing full well the result of your folly? Do you picture yourself some kind of court jester? Whose sole purpose is to dance and jingle your bells for a knight with other things to do?
