#shield academy

[editingenue]

why can’t i be a genius who goes to an academy at sixteen and meet my perfect partner and have the most amazing friends to lovers arc and nothing bad happens to us ever

[dei-dreamz]

04 - Doctors Without Orders: JONES!READER

Summary: You're just starting to feel at home with the New Avengers, when someone from your past comes looking for a big favor

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Jones!Reader

Warning: Language

Word Count: 1.95 K

A/N: I was crushing so hard on Sharon Carter in TFATWS.

In the few months that passed you were getting more acclimated to the team, perhaps a bit faster than they themselves were getting acclimated to being a team. The injuries that you tended, showed the struggles they were having trying to adapt to working together. 

You had to tape up Walker’s ribs after he tried to fight dozens of operatives on his own because everyone else was ‘slacking off’. You had to set all the bones on the right side of Bucky’s body when he accidentally blocked Ava from an incoming tank with his right side. You had to give Alexei an IV after he found Asgardian liquor during a mission and took it as a personal challenge when Yelena told him not to drink it. Speaking of Yelena, while she was healing up nicely, she was constantly reopening stitches, leading you to nearly losing your mind with the fear that she might get an infection. So yeah, the team was a bit of a hot mess. While that mess wrecked havoc on your professional life it made your personal life a lot more fun. 

Yelena loved your ferrets and wanted to babysit them all the time. The first time you let her watch them you were in awe of the little outfits she put Huey, Dewey, Louie, Jet, Turbo, and Rebel in (iykyk ;). You worked with some of Valentina’s less busy scientists to make a few different style suits for Ava, so she could have more outfit variety. You suggested that Walker talk to Olivia about joint custody and he started being able to be with his son every other weekend. You made the tiny mistake of taking a genuine interest in one of Alexei’s story’s and now you tried to stop him from sticking to you like glue. Whenever you were doing research Bob would join you and you could tell that he felt more useful being your ‘assistant’. Mel started coming to you to vent about Valentina claiming that you were a ‘neutral party’. And Bucky, well, you guys were sort of kind of absolutely dating. 

You planned on confronting him about the dirty comment he made the night of Yelena’s surgery, maybe even getting for the first time in you didn’t know how long, but when you tried to he told you he had to buy you dinner first, it was during the dinner that you both agreed to have 100 dates before sleeping together,  à la 40-Year-Old Virgin, and of course your dates were pretty sporadic due to both of your hectic schedules, but none of that mattered. 

On your first date he brought you wildflowers, but after you mentioned your preferences for yellow tulips, all of your personal and professional spaces were full of them. You traded stories about your grandfather, finding that Private Gabe Jones and Grandpa Gabe seemed like two very different people. Your fur babies loved him, particularly Dewey and Turbo. You guys went out to see movies, small concerts, walks around central park, Coney Island, and you thought he was going to have a foodgasm from the amount of seasonings you added to the meals in his life, it was all in all normal in the best way. Well normal, until the team had missions.

You had trouble focusing on other members of the team, when you were ready to panic over your boyfriend coming back with so much as a paper cut. Not that Bucky was any better. He nearly had a heart attack when you had an upper respiratory infection. The honeymoon phase was great but reality inevitably set in. Which is how you ended up at a very crowded bar for ‘Girls’ night with Ava, Yelena, and Bob. You were still nervous about leaving Bucky alone with your ferrets for an entire night, but he promised he could handle it. 

You wanted to punch your head in a wall watching Ava, Yelena, and sometimes Bob, getting pulled away for autographs and pictures. Most people would assume you were jealous of the attention they were getting, but no, your problem was whenever they were gone, creepy men, who saw a girl alone at a bar as an easy target would approach you. Luckily as a former S.H.I.E.L.D. you were trained in different combat styles, so you didn’t worry about someone attacking you. You were talking to this super nice girl who was asking you questions about your job and you were able to answer some of her questions and of course praising the ‘New Avengers’ without giving any classified information away, had you been paying just a hint more attention to your surrounding you would’ve noticed the wiry man who slipped powder into your Tom Collin’s, but you hadn’t so you didn’t.

You started feeling pretty woozy and by the time you finished your drink the world seemed to be tilting. You nearly slipped out of your chair, before a pair of hands caught you. You figured it was Bob but when you looked up it was a very tall man with lean muscles. You knew you’d just been drugged but it was like you were paralyzed unable to speak or move or scream. And just like that you were taken out the bar, put in a SUV, with your hands tied and a sack over your head, a pretty classic kidnapping scenario. Whatever drugs they gave you made your body feel like Jello and  it impossible to panic, you just kept thinking about how you should've kept your ass home with your boyfriend and your ferrets instead of being forced to join a ‘Girls’ night which turned into a New Avengers Meet n Greet. 

You didn’t realize you’d passed out until you were woken up with your hands tied behind your back as the sack over your head was roughly yanked off by two very stereotypical goons. The drugs that were slipped to you had started to wear off, so while you were still discombobulated you were also in better control of your faculties, and you were pissed. 

“ Hey assholes. Since you’re clearly someone’s lackeys can you get your boss down here so we can get whatever torture you got in store for me out of the way.”

“ She’ll be with you when she’s ready, Agent Jones.”

She? You were racking your brains running through a list of women who could and would do something like this and you came up empty. 

After what felt like hours you finally heard the clicking of boots and sat up straighter as you prepared to look into the eyes of your captor. And when she finally came into your vantage point you nearly choked at the sight of Sharon motherfucking Carter, dressed in an all black, clearly designer pantsuit. 

“ Hi Y/n, it’s been a while.”

“ ‘It’s been a while’, that's the first thing you say to me. After you had your goons drug and kidnap me the first thing you decided to say was ‘it’s been a while’. This shit can’t be real.”

“ You’re breaking my heart Y/n…” Sharon said, clutching her chest,  “...I thought we were friends.”

“ We were friends. Over ten years ago, you know, you became a fugitive of the state.”

“ Yeah, not the best time of my life. Just so you know I have been pardoned by the United States government. As much as I’d love to catch up with you, I have some business that needs to be taken care of and I need your help.”

“ You know if you need help maybe instead of kidnapping me, maybe next time you could, you know, give me a call or shoot me a text.”

“ Look I had to do things like this in order to keep Valentina off my trail. Speaking of Valentina, I heard she offered you a job working for the New Avengers. Must be a sweet gig for you to be okay with spitting on Steve Rogers’s legacy. I mean, wasn't he one of your grandfather’s friends.”

“ He was but I don’t see how me doing this job spits of Steve’s lega—”

“ Oh come on. There’s no way that Steve would’ve wanted the Avengers, new or old, to be under government control.” 

And that right there crushed you. Sharon was right, so very right. You felt shame pooling in your gut.

“Look, it's okay. I get it. In this economy a job is a job. But what if I could give you a better one.”

“ How exactly could you offer to hire me?”

“ Look, after I became a fugitive. I went down to Madripoor and made a pretty nice sized fortune. And now that I’m back I can use that fortune for the greater good. And that’s why I need you.”

“ What exactly do you need me to do?”

“ Let me just ask you a few questions first. You’re still pretty good at Biochemistry right?”

“ Well, yeah. My first Ph.D was in Biochemistry, that’s how I was eligible for the S.H.I.E.LD. academy of sciences. But I haven't done that kind of work in a long time. ”

“ Well I’m sure it's like riding a bike, plus you have access to what, three super soldiers now,” Sharon swept a piece of hair out of her face, seemingly getting more and more anxious.

“ What does any of that have to do with the job?”

“ Y/n, I need you to make something for me. You’re the only one I trust to do it and I—”

“ Just spit it out Sharon.”

“ I need you to recreate the super soldier serum.”

You. Were. Not. Prepared. For. That .

“ Sharon, I can’t… I wouldn’t even know where to begin…” 

“ Look Y/n, the first step is having an original sample which you can get from something like blood. I know you can do this if you put in the effort.”

You couldn’t do this. You knew that Sharon would want you to sneak around, and steal, and lie. Not only would it be breaking your Hippocratic Oath, you’d have to lie to and steal genetic materials from your boyfriend who’d had more than enough terrible things done to his body and mind against his will.

“ Sharon, I can’t do it. I’m not qualified and even if I was, what you’re asking me to do is wrong.”

“ Is it wrong, Y/n? It’s not like you haven’t done worse than what Valetina did to her failed experiment. All I’m asking is for you to try. If it doesn’t work out fine, but if it does we could actually change the world. Give it to people who could handle it, maybe someone like Sam Wilson, you know that guy Steve chose to carry out his legacy.”

She had you again. What kind of person were you if you threw away the opportunity to help people, let alone the new Captain America, the new Black Captain America, the Captain America whose authority had been challenged by everyone, including Valentina. 

“ Okay, Sharon. I’m willing to try to do this. But I’m gonna do this my way. Do you understand?”

“ Absolutely. I have no problem being a silent donor as long as the job gets done. You’re definitely going to need a lab, so I think we have some shopping to do.”

“ Yeah, sounds great. But first I need your goons to untie me and take me back to my friends so they don’t start looking for me.”

You weren’t planning on telling Sharon the exact nature of your relationship with Bucky, but you knew that the second Bucky found out you were missing shit could go very South. And right now your goal was Due North.

[winn-schott-throughtheheart]

this will get maybe three notes BUT I don’t care 🫶 shield academy fitzschott <3 long story short, the basis of my au is that winn originally starts out at the academy before deciding later on he’s more interested specifically in the extranormal (alien), later transferring to the DEO

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Grant Ward x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Marvel

Day Thirty Prompt: "I won't let you down."

Summary: Grant's SO is tackling the biggest project SciTech has to offer an academy student, and he's about to be dragged into helping with it.

Word Count: 2,879

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Out of every single other member in your class, the board has decided to trust you with this assignment. Do you think you're up to the challenge?"

I kept my face carefully neutral, a skill I'd learned from my Ops boyfriend. Inside, my heart was racing and threatening to make an escape across the room and out the door, but in front of the entire SHIELD SciTech Academy board? I could not let that show.

Instead, I kept my back straight, and forced the slightest of smiles onto my face.

"Yes, ma'am. I am up to the challenge. I promise, I won't let you down."

"Good. We look forward to seeing what you come up with."

I kept the smile on my face and nodded, leaning forward enough to be at the very edge of a bow. Then, I turned on my heel and kept my head high as I walked out of the room. My boyfriend had taught me exactly the body language required to convey confidence, and I was putting all of it to use right now.

The second I cleared the doors, I let everything drop.

I took off at a sprint through the hallways of the main SciTech building, ducking through the hallways I knew better than anywhere else on earth, avoiding anybody that might try to stop or question me. I didn't slow down, even once I made it outside. Instead, I sped up, heading for the edge of the SciTech campus.

I was in my last year at the Academy. I was at the top of my class, so for a final project, the board had tasked me with creating a new tool for Field Agents and Specialists. They wanted something the agents could have on them that worked like an emergency button, transmitting information and location if the need arose. But, they also needed it to be basically undetectable to any sensor, easy for agents in the field to operate and conceal, and durable enough to do its job no matter what punishment it got put through. A nearly impossible task outside of these walls, and despite my preparation, still pretty damn hard for me.

I'd been workshopping a prototype for a similar idea all semester, and the board knew it. They liked what they'd seen, so they'd made it my job to finish a true prototype for them to present and then further develop on Monday. It was currently Friday, and my project still had one gigantic, glaring weakness.

No matter what we could come up with in the lab, our field inventions almost inevitably came back with complaints from the agents who actually used them. We could run simulations and tests and try to recreate conditions pretty well in the lab, but it never stood up to the hardships of actually being in the field like we thought it would. Which meant, if I wanted to keep my promise to the board and my standing within SciTech, I needed to get creative.

Fortunately for me, I happened to be dating the best Operations student in generations. Grant Ward and I had met last year and we'd been happily dating ever since, despite how hard it could be sometimes to spend time with each other from different Academy campuses. We'd found workarounds whenever and wherever we needed to.

Thank goodness we'd both agreed to spend time breaking the rules at the beginning of our relationship. I was on the brink of a crisis, and I didn't have time to try to find a way to break into the Fort Knox that was the SHIELD Operations Academy.

In almost record time, I made it to Grant's dorm, using the routes we'd scouted together forever ago. Luckily for both of us, he was a senior enough student with high enough standing to have his own small apartment. I quickly scaled the wall to his second story window, something else I'd learned how to do from Grant.

I didn't even pause as I climbed through the window, landing in Grant's bedroom. I didn't see him, so I closed the window behind me and then hustled into the small living room/kitchen at a jog. I found Grant in the middle of the room, apparently halfway through walking to the kitchen, but he froze in his tracks and was already looking at me as I burst into the room.

"Grant! Thank god you're home. I need your help."

Before I knew what was happening, Grant had pushed me behind him. He kept one hand on my waist, and when I turned to see what the hell he was doing, he had a gun in his other hand and was alternating pointing it at his bedroom door and the front door.

"What's wrong?" he asked me without turning around, his voice deadly serious. I fought to hold in a laugh and didn't bother fighting back against the smile.

"Not that kind of help," I said. "Sorry for scaring you, though."

Slowly, Grant holstered his gun and turned around to face me. Both his eyebrows were raised in a demanding type of question.

"You run in here like you're being chased by a murderer and it's not that kind of help?"

"No, but it is the kind of help that will determine my entire future and has the potential to ruin me and everything I've ever worked for in my entire life ever."

Grant just stared at me for a moment. He blinked, slowly, then let out a long breath. Finally, he nodded.

"Alright. What do you need help with?"

I blew out a breath of relief, then quickly explained the situation to Grant. He'd heard plenty about the leadership of SciTech and how important it was to me to keep impressing them, so this latest project and its associated stakes weren't news.

"So... what exactly do you want me to do?" he asked once I'd finished telling him about the events of my meeting. I gave him the most charming, persuasive smile I could manage, and he immediately frowned.

"I want you to try out the device I've put together. I have a few prototypes, and it's easy enough for me to make another handful for testing. I need feedback on how well they actually work for the intended purpose, for field and ops agents, in a way that I can't predict or test in the lab."

Grant sighed, then nodded and held out one hand towards me.

"Alright. Give me the thing, let's do this."

I grinned. "I love you so much."

****************

Grant and I spent the rest of the day and then some putting my device through various tests. Exactly as I'd been expecting, when Grant took it through various exercises that he went through at Ops, the device had weaknesses I hadn't predicted. From static electricity via crawling across the carpet turning the thing on before its time to the waterproofing failing after being submerged for too long, Grant and I found one problem after another, and each time, I fixed the issue.

"Okay, what if we had standard placement be on the stomach," I suggested, sticking the little round disk of my latest prototype just above Grant's belly button. "Would that protect it from the kind of weapon strikes we don't want it taking on your forearm?"

Grant hummed. "Maybe, but it's no garuntee. Besides, you want an agent to be able to activate the thing when we don't have another option. If my hands are tied behind my back, I won't be able to get to it."

"Dammit. You're right. Okay... what do you think, then?"

"How about the wrist, on the pulse point? I can probably find a way to activate that no matter what, and if a weapon really hits hard there, it won't matter if the device is destroyed."

I frowned. "I hate it when you talk like that."

"I thought you wanted good, honest feedback to improve this device for the SciTech board."

"Yeah, but I still don't like to hear my boyfriend talking about ways he could potentially die." I huffed and crossed my arms. "Still, you're right, and it's a good idea. But... maybe I can find a way to give the device a little death sequence."

"...Meaning?"

"Meaning, if it gets fatally hit like that, it automatically activates. And maybe I could even get it to deploy something that'll have a chance at stopping the bleeding."

"That would be pretty impressive," Grant agreed. I nodded, my mind already whirling with the possibilities.

"Okay. Okay, let's try to add that in, and then we can run it through the tests again."

Grant's eyebrows shot up. "The same tests we just did? Again?"

"Yeah. If I make major changes like that, we need to make sure it doesn't compromise any of the existing systems. Which means re-checking the systems we've already figured out."

Grant let out a long sigh and shook his head. He walked over to me, put an arm around my shoulders, and placed a kiss on the top of my head, then moved towards the kitchen.

"I don't understand why you like all this stuff. But I'll brew some coffee, since you're gonna need it. And I'll make sure the Ops pool is reserved for us when you finish your updates."

I grinned. "You are seriously the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?"

"What was that?" Grant asked, looking up from the coffee pot and feigning innocence like he hadn't heard me. I just smiled and shook my head.

"I said, you're the best boyfriend in the world."

Grant's feigned surprise immediately morphed into the charming smile I loved so much.

"Good. Just checking."

We spent the rest of the weekend like that, making updates and improvements to my little device and then testing how well they worked. Despite Grant's differing opinion, I genuinely loved doing this, more than just about anything in the world. But, even if I'd hated it most of the time, I would've put in the same amount of work for this project. It could very literally save my boyfriend's life some day in the future, after all. Now was not the time to half-ass something and call it good, even without the pressure of the SciTech board looming over me.

Finally, by about two in the morning on Monday, we'd managed to put the device on the wrist through every single test without fault or flaw. It worked as intended, and not a moment before it was supposed to, and if it was destroyed it sent out a final beacon and deployed some emergency blood clotting tech before it went. It was perfect.

"Thank you so much for all your help on this, babe," I muttered, the sleep finally digging its teeth into me now that my task had been accomplished. Grant and I had flopped down on the couch while I'd been going over the data, and now I curled against his side, resting my head on his chest. "I seriously couldn't have done it without you."

"Yeah, you could've," he said, stifling a yawn of his own as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It would've taken you longer, but we both know you still would've pulled this off eventually."

I hummed, a smile on my face as I curled further into Grant's chest.

"Thanks, babe. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

He kissed the top of my head, his arms wrapped tight around me, and that's the last thing I remember before the world faded to black.

****************

"Babe. Baby. Come on, you need to wake up."

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut tighter and rolling away from the voice of my boyfriend trying to wake me up for god knows what reason.

"Sweetheart, you have your presentation today. You need to get up."

And just like that, I was wide awake.

I shot straight up, my heart dropping all the way to my stomach. I was in Grant's bed—I guess he'd moved us before passing out himself—but I had no idea if he'd remembered to set an alarm last night. If I missed this presentation, after all the work we'd done-

"It's okay, you have plenty of time," Grant said, probably reading the panic on my face. "It's six thirty, you have another two and a half hours to get ready and get back to SciTech."

I turned to Grant with a scowl.

"You woke me up at six thirty in the morning?" I demanded.

"...You wanted me to let you sleep later?"

I huffed and threw the covers off my legs, scowling as I stood.

"No. I need time to wake up, get back to SciTech, get ready, put together my presentation materials, practice my presentation... I need the two and a half hours. But I'm still mad you woke me up at six thirty."

Grant snorted, but I caught him staring at me with a fond smile in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

I moved as quickly as I could, gathering the materials I needed and that I'd brought with me to Grant's apartment, then giving him a quick kiss and heading back to the SciTech campus. I showered, put on my most impressive professional outfit, and then spent almost all my remaining time putting the finishing touches on my presentation. Luckily for me, I knew the device in and out after how I'd spent my weekend, and I was absolutely confident in what it could do. Both things helped immensely when it came to giving a good presentation.

I walked into the main building of SciTech with my head held high, and this time it wasn't an act. I found the board waiting for me, and I didn't hesitate to launch into my presentation with absolute confidence. The surprised, excited reactions came almost immediately, and they only fueled my confidence and excitement.

Of course, everyone had a few questions, but I answered them easily. When I'd finished answering questions and officially completed my presentation, the board literally clapped. I beamed at them; I wasn't sure they'd ever done that before.

"Excellent work," said the SciTech chair, her smile beaming. "This is above and beyond what we could've expected. We'll put it through a few final tests, but honestly, I don't expect it to need much. I know you're in the middle of your final semester here, but be prepared to take a trip to the Hub before graduation to help us present this development to Director Fury himself."

My heart exploded in my chest, and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I shook hands and said thank yous before heading out of the room. I had a slightly dazy smile on my face as I walked through the SciTech halls, and my shoulders were relaxed for the first time in days as I stepped through the front doors and into the bright sunlight.

"Hey!"

I jumped so high I might've cleared the first floor windows at the sound of a voice coming from the bushes. I whirled around to find Grant crouched there, lurking in the shadows like a murderer.

"Grant? What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice low. He wasn't technically supposed to be on our campus, and I didn't want to get him caught, but he'd also just given me a damn heart attack.

Instead of answering, Grant reached up and grabbed my forearm, pulling me into the bush with him. I landed hard against his chest, but I didn't totally mind it as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. Still, I met his gaze with a slightly raised eyebrow. He just smiled.

"I wanted to know how it went. And maybe get a little payback for the heart attack you gave me on Friday."

I huffed a laugh. "Well, mission accomplished."

"Great. So how'd it go?"

I grinned. Grant smiled back, his arms tightening around me, but he waited to celebrate.

"It went amazing. They loved it. I'm gonna help them present it to Fury sometime in the next few weeks."

Grant's eyebrows shot up, and he actually took a shocked half-step back from me.

"You're going with them to present it to Fury?" I nodded. "They never let recruits do that!"

"I know!"

I squealed and jumped up in the air, and a moment later, Grant caught me. He let out a breathy laugh as he spun me around, and neither of us let go for even a second when he set me back down on my feet.

"We need to do something to celebrate," Grant declared, his low voice right beside my ear. "Are you working on any world-changing inventions this weekend?"

I leaned back just enough to grin at him. "No. For once, my schedule's actually pretty clear."

"Good. You wanna come to me, or you want me to come to you?"

"Mm, I'll come to you. As much as I love what I do, I also wouldn't mind a little break from all the work I've been doing lately."

"It's a deal. Come over after your last class on Friday. I'll take care of the rest."

Grant and I shared a smile, then we closed the distance between us for a long, sweet kiss. From making out in the bushes to letting me test my most important projects on him, Grant was always there for me. And no matter what else came out of my career at SciTech, in the Academy and as an agent afterwards, the relationship Grant and I had built together would always be my proudest accomplishment.

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[daydreamingofspace]

I DIDI IT!! I publishd my firts work on Ao3!!! I'm so excited!!

It's called "SHIELD academy (featuring the teen avengers)" and it is in Spanish. You can also find it on wattpad under the name "Teen Avengers"

My user name on both wattpad and Ao3 is Elliot_Holmes. I have other works on wattpad that I would like to publish on ao3 soon

If you know someone who likes reading fics in Spanish, I would really appreciate if you tag them in the comments or in the reblog!! 🥰💕❤

[ellsey]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Flint & Skye | Daisy Johnson Characters: Flint (Marvel), Skye | Daisy Johnson Additional Tags: Drabble, background mackelena, Post-Canon Series: Part 332 of A Drabble A Day 2021 Summary:

Daisy checks up on Flint at the Shield Academy

Drabble for Nov 27

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