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[marveling-imagines]

SUPERHERO 101

Lesson 16: How to be selfless.

“It’s my job.”

Lesson 1

You nodded, giving him a big smile. “Yeah, James, it’s me,” you whispered. Tears started to fall down his face, and he pulled you to him, and kissed you. It was a lot more desperate and rough than Pietro’s.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N),” James mumbled you name between kisses. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“(Y/N), we need to- oh,” came Steve’s startled voice. Pulling away from James, you noticed how big and blue and vulnerable his eyes were. Your breaths mingled, and your heart pounded. Reluctantly, you turned to see Steve standing at the door, an unreadable expression on his face.  He frowned at you, and you blushed a bright red.

“Right,” you mumbled, picking yourself up from the floor. Holding out a hand to James, he got up, his face a mess of emotions. His thoughts were so loud, and you could hear them as a constant buzzing in the back of your head. You tuned them out, and turned towards Steve. “How’s it going out there?” you asked, trying to break the tension.

“Fine, Lucas is gone,” he said absently, his eyes glued to James. His eyes were wide, and James was staring at anything but Steve, and he moved closer to your side.

“I know him, (Y/N),” he murmured, grabbing your hand. “But I don’t know if I remember him.”

You squeezed it, and you could see a flash of pain and hurt in Steve’s eyes, but he masked it, letting out a breath of air. “I know, James, but we can’t focus on that right now,” you told him, and you met Steve’s eyes. You too, Captain, you whispered into his mind.

“Right,” he answered out loud, and James watched him carefully. “Sam had to pull out- his wingpack was hit- Clint got a knife to his shooting arm, and Wanda got taken out by one of mutants here.”

You swore under your breath, and you could see the fog pressing against the windows. “So, we gotta leave right now?”

Steve nodded, and you swore again. “We have to get Bucky out, (Y/N),” Steve replied, and his grip on his shield tightened.

Nodding, you turned to the soldier, you hands still intertwined. “James,” you said quietly. “There’s a lot of men out there, and three people from our team are done. Now, Steve and I are heavy hitters, but we’ll need some help. I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t important, but I need your help.” But please don’t try to save me.

“I’ll do it,” he answered quickly, without hesitation. You pressed a gun into his free hand, and he took it. James looked nervous, and held the gun gingerly, but you gave him a smile.

“Hey, we’ll be okay, James, I promise,” you spoke, but your voice wavered a bit, and you hoped what you said was true. Dropping his hand, you turned towards Steve, a smile plastered onto your face. “Ready, Captain?”

“Sure thing, Genesis,” he responded, returning an equally fake smile. He ran out of the horrible room, and you followed, Bucky trailing behind you. The whole building was filled with fog, and you felt a bit of pride. You followed Steve through the winding halls of the base, unconscious Hydra soldiers on the ground. When you finally reached got out of the stuffy building, the air was gray, and you couldn’t see a thing.

“Well, I certainly outdid myself,” you said, and Steve let out a choked laugh. “I can’t see a god damn thing.”

“It’d be a good thing if we could-” Steve stopped in the middle of his sentence, growing stiff. James did the same thing, backing up so he was closer to you and Steve. Before you could ask what was wrong, you could feel it. The mass of people in your fog that thoughts were loud and hateful all pointed towards you and your soulmates loves of your life friends. And in that moment, you knew what you had to do.

“Steve,” you said quietly, your voice almost a whisper. “You need to go. Take James and the rest of the team and go.”

He swung his head around, gaping at you. “Genesis, what the hell are you talking about? I’m not going to leave you!” he whispered angrily.

“You can’t do this (Y/N),” James agreed, and the two best friends locked eyes.

You shook your head, and you could feel tears prickling in your eyes. At moments like this, you wish you could tell the future and be able to keep promises. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “But you have to go.”

“But, (Y/N) you’ll-” die, get captured, get hurt, be gone and what if I never see you again?

“No,” you said harshly, cutting Steve off. You stepped away from them, and you met their eyes. “It’s my job, Steve.” He hesitated, but you pushed him away from the soldiers. “Go.” you commanded, pushing him again.

Finally, he nodded. “Okay,” he whispered, looking towards James. “We have to go, Buck.”

“Okay,” James echoed his friend, and moved towards you, as if to give you a hug. But you stepped away from him, a tear falling down your face.

“I refuse to say good-bye,” your voice was almost nonexistent, and James nodded. “NOW GO!” you commanded, your voice rising.

They obeyed, and in a second, they were gone, fog thickening and coiling around them, ensuring they would be unseen. And with a heavy sigh, you prepared to be a hero. Fire flickered in your hand, and you threw it on the ground. Gesturing with your hands, it created a fiery circle around you, the flames flickering and reflecting off your black suit. You turned your attention to the soldiers still hidden in your fog. You threw your hands out to the sides, and in a second, they were exposed.

Before you could do a single thing, you saw who was at the head of the pack. Your Master, his cold eyes flickering with amusement, and his green tattoos prominent against his milk white skin. His black robe was over his meticulous gray suit, and in his hand was his staff. “Oh my dear (Y/N), my Genesis,” he drew your name out, and you froze, your whole body stiffening.

“Mesmero,” you got out, your eyes widening in terror. He glided over to you, your fire circle sputtering out just like your will and your hope and your promise. You could feel him in your mind, in every part of your body, freezing it and controlling it, like he was never gone.

“You’ve been such a naughty little girl,” he remarked, and slapped you across the face. You bit your lip at the pain, and he laughed, sending chills down your spine. “But we’ll fix that, Lucas and I,” he cooed, pressing a cold hand against your head. “Let’s get started.”

THREE WEEKS LATER

“Sekhmet,” Mesmero breathed, caressing the wild girl’s cheek, and she leaned into his hand, her yellow feline eyes flashing in pleasure. “I’ve missed you. Let’s destroy the Avengers.”

END OF PHASE 1. BEGIN: PHASE 2- POWERFUL/POWERLESS

Genesis is gone, the Avengers heartbroken over the loss of their… friend. Sekhmet and Mesmero have risen as powerful forces not only in the Thieves’ Guild, but the Underground as well. Can the Avengers pull it together to defeat Sekhmet and Mesmero and safe their Genesis before it’s too late? Find out in Phase 2 of Superhero 101!

AN: Oh my god, this has been quiet a journey! Thank you so much to @orangepenguin5 for being my editor, my beta reader, and such a good friend! Thank you to my readers, and all the support I have gotten! I love you all, and I am so grateful!

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[marveling-imagines]

SUPERHERO 101

Lesson 15: How to hold it together.

“Please remember me.”

Lesson 14

You fell asleep on the ride to the Hydra base. As soon as the quinjet had taken off, and the quiet hum of the engine had surrounded you, you were out. But you kinda wished you didn’t fall asleep. Because when you did, your dreams were full of memories you wished you had forgotten.

Your sister, her gentle smile and glittering green eyes singing you a lullaby as you fell asleep. Men storming the house, and taking you as you screamed. A cold landscape and a final kiss from your sister before she was gone. Your sister again, but now she was someone you didn’t even recognize. Storm, bringing you to that final battle in hope that you could somehow bring Jean back. But Logan digging his claws into your sister and there was fire and you ran until you found your Master and-

Your dream broke into your early years in the Thieve’s Guild, and your small bones breaking time and time again. A boy with bright red eyes pressing a gentle kiss to your bruised and broken fingers, and holding you tight as you cried. Being locked in a small room, pounding on the door until blood streamed from your knuckles, and fire blazed in your eyes. And the release of your powers as you kil-

Now you were older, your heart broken once, and another you didn’t remember. The boy, no man, with blue eyes pressing kisses to your forehead and feeling secure until he too broke your heart and you were in a foreign land. And a longtime friend with blonde hair and a horrible singing voice and the stars and the galaxies and brawls and mistaken kisses on deserted planets and being called back and-

A lion. No, a lioness with her teeth barred and fire in her eyes telling you to wake up, that you were not complete, that you needed to let her go and embrace it and-

“(Y/N),” you jerked awake to see Pietro looking at you intently, worry written all over his face. You were breathing heavily, and you could see your breath in the air. Damnit, you cursed silently to yourself, as your hands shook. “You had that dream again, didn’t you?” he asked, and you nodded, trying to catch your breath.

“Did anyone notice?” you whispered, as you started to calm down. Wanda was asleep next to you, snoring loudly. Clint and Steve were in the cockpit, and Natasha was looking down at her tablet. Sam and Rhodey were talking, and Sam was cleaning his gun.

Pietro shook his head, and took your hand. “No one, lyublyu,” he replied, and squeezed your hand. “You’ve really had a shitty day, no?” he teased, and you let out a shaky laugh, laying your head on his shoulder.

“I guess so,” you admitted. “First, I see where my dead sister used to work, which was really shitty. Then, I had to rescue a bunch of people, and kill a couple people. And then my face was plastered all over the news, which was kinda weird and also shitty. Finally, I realized my Master had made me forget someone I had loved, and now I feel hungover, which is really shitty.” you finished, and then added quietly “I feel kinda broken.”

“Oh, lyublyu,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around you, and kissing your forehead. “I don’t think you’re broken at all.”

“Really?” you asked, and his grip tightened on you. “Because I feel like I’m a glass window, and I’ve been hit too many times so I’ve broken.”

He let out a little chuckle, and you could feel it reverberate through his chest. “(Y/N), we all feel that way sometimes. But you,” he turned slightly, and his crystal blue eyes locked with yours. “You just need to let it all out.”

You looked at him curiously, and before you could ask how, Steve walked in from the cockpit, Clint following him. “Listen up, guys,” he said, a commanding tone in his voice. His eyes swept over the five of you, and you nudged Wanda awake. “From the intel Hill gave us, there’s at least seventy Hydra soldiers, and a couple powered individuals. Hawkeye is going to land us a couple hundred feet away from the base. War Machine and Falcon, you are our air coverage. Take out as many enemies as you can. If you see anything out of the ordinary from above, you must notify us, got it?” the two military men nodded, and Sam strapped his gun to his belt. “Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch, you’re gonna go after the powered individuals, and cover anyone who needs it. Understood?” the twins nodded, and red flashed in Wanda’s eyes. “Hawkeye and Widow are tasked with clearing a path for Genesis and I as we go after Bucky. Genesis, you’re going to have to create a distraction of some sort.”

You nodded, and cracked your knuckles. “I’ll create some fog, that good?”

Steve nodded. “Okay guys,” the Captain let out a breath, and for moment, his grand facade faded, and the Avengers could see the scared man underneath. “Let’s gear up, and go get ‘em.”

You gave him a feral grin, as you got up from your seat and stretched. Clint turned back to the cockpit, lowering the plane, and you strapped your knives to your waist. Curling your whip around your wrist, you felt a sudden moment of deja vu to a couple months ago, your first mission. You smiled ruefully as you remembered the havoc you had created, and Lucas’ smug grin. Your smile faded, and you felt your stomach clench. Gritting your teeth, you brushed away the old memories, and focused on the present. Taking a deep breath, you sank to the ground, your hands pressed against the cold metal ground.

Fog, you whispered silently in your mind, as you felt the damp air outside, and the moisture trapped in the cold ground. Fog everywhere. Fog down low. Fog up high. Clint let out a muttered curse as the air started to thicken before his eyes, and quickly lowered the quinjet. Fog creeping and fog dripping. Fog climbing and fog falling. Fog killing and fog saving. Fog in the eyes and the throats…

Inside the quinjet, fog seemed to curl off of your fingers and hands. Down below, fog spilled across the ground, curling up the trees, making the air thick and white, and crawling into the enemy base. The fog coiled and shifted, and you could feel every movement. It was unnatural, the way it creeped and dripped and a man inside breathed in deeply, and a smile curled across his face. “(Y/N).” he murmured.

“(Y/N),” someone asked, and you blinked. For a moment, it seemed to Steve that your eyes were white, but the returned to their normal pretty color. “You okay?”

“Yes,” you rasped, and fog poured out of your mouth. You coughed, and got up shakily, frowning slightly. “Where are Rhodey and Sam?”

“Already gone” Clint answered, swinging his bow across his back. Natasha slid her batons into her belt, and strapped a gun to her ankle. “See you later, princess.” he said, kissing you on the cheek, as he and Nat jumped out of the jet, getting swallowed up by the the thick fog. You blinked again, and rubbed your face, before waving at them.

The twins, you, and Steve were the only ones left in the small plane. Wanda and Pietro were next to go, and you and Steve would follow a few minutes later. Pietro gingerly grabbed a gun, and one of Nat’s extra batons. Wanda zipped up her red jacket, and red energy curled from her fingers.

You hugged Wanda, and she held on to you tightly for a moment, before stepping outside. You turned towards Pietro to hug him, but he wrapped an arm around you, and kissed you passionately on the lips. He tasted like oranges and chocolate and brown sugar. When he pulled away, you gaped at him. “Why did you do that?” you gasped, and his arm tightened around your waist, and for a moment, you wanted him to kiss you again.

“Potomu chto ya tebya lyublyu.” he said in Sokovian, and you glared at him. Winking at you, he zipped out of the jet, into the thick white fog. Turning around, you saw Steve staring at you, and you blushed.

“What?” you mumbled, fidgeting with the whip wrapped tightly around your wrist.

Steve shrugged, a slight smirk on his face. “I’m just admiring Pietro’s courage to do what I’ve wanted to do for a while.”

Now you were gaping at Steve, as he grabbed his shield. “Wh-wh-at the hell is that supposed to mean, Rogers? Is this supposed to be “confuse Genesis” hour?” you stuttered, folding your arms across your chest.

He chuckled, and jumped out of the jet, you following him. “It means nothin’, (Y/L/N),” he answered mysteriously, and you huffed, kicking up a piece of grass. “Now, focus.” he added, adding insult to injury, walking deeper into the fog.

You stuck your tongue out at him, and jogged to keep up with him. It was eerily silent, this far away from the battle. You could hear gunshots and loud booms, but those were distant. You shivered, and you could feel the fog respond to your discomfort. Steve shot you a glance.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” he asked, his voice was flattened by the fog, and the Brooklyn accent in his voice was suddenly prominent.

“Yeah, it’s too quiet.” Just as you said that, a shot rang out in the forest, and Steve leapt in front of you, holding out his shield. You crouched down, as the bullets bounced off of his vibranium shield. “Shit,” you muttered. Closing your eyes, you reached with the ghostly fingers of your fog, and you could feel the soldier who was shooting. Concentrating, you made a fist, drawing the breath out of his lungs. The bullets immediately stopped, and through the fog, you could see the man clutching his neck. Flinging your hand out, the man collapsed to the ground.

“Did you kill him?” Steve asked, as the two of you got up from the ground. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and you shook your head.

“No,” you answered, your voice flat. But I could have. And I wanted to. “Come on, we gotta get going.”

Steve nodded, and looked at you in a new light. The pupils of your eyes were white, and as you the two of you ran to the base, you breathed out a gray smoke. You looked dangerous. You looked beautiful. You looked like a goddess, Steve decided, as he watched you tear through enemy soldiers. Wanda and Pietro fought besides you, and Steve watched your back, with Clint and Natasha not far away.

“The east side of the compound is clear,” Nat said through Steve’s earpiece.

“Copy,” he replied, and gestured towards you. “Genesis, east side is clear.” You didn’t reply for a moment, as you choked out yet another soldier, and knifed another. “Genesis.” he said again, the command clear in his voice. “Copy?”

“Copy,” you snarled, and let go of the unconscious man, running towards him. The Captain shot a frown in your direction, and you shrugged, Pietro’s words flashing in your head. You just have to let it all out. “Bucky’s on the east side?” you asked, as the two of you ran to the other side of the compound, dodging human soldiers and powered soldiers.

“Yup,” he replied curtly, and he skidded to a stop in front of you, and you slammed into his back.

You yelped, rubbing your nose. “What the hell, Cap? What is so imp-” you stopped in the middle of your sentence, and you froze. Standing in front of you was Lucas, with the same shit eating grin on his face. He was still as handsome as ever, in his camouflage pants and tan tank top. A gun was tucked into his belt, and he twirled a knife.

“That’s your ex-fiancee, right?” Steve asked, and the fog around you twitched angrily.

“Sure is,” you said curtly. Lucas walked towards you, and Steve immediately covered you with his body.

“Stay away from her,” Steve growled, and he laughed.

“Stay away from her?” he drawled, and met your eyes. “Me and (Y/N) are met to be together, All-American. She’s mine.”

You bit your lip, and fire started to blaze in your hand. “I am no one’s,” you called, the challenge clear in your voice, “And if I was anyone’s, it certainly wouldn’t be yours.” you spat, and an accent touched your voice. Lucas laughed again, twirling the knife.

“(Y/N),” Steve murmured, a warm hand pressed against your ribs. “When I say go, I want you to run, and get Bucky. Understood?” you hesitated, and Steve squeezed your ribs. “Understood?”

“Understood,” you whispered, and you could feel tears prickling in your eyes. You hoped that this would turn out differently this time and someone you loved didn’t die.

“Good,” he murmured again, and stood up straighter. Lucas gazed at the two of you curiously, his hand twitching towards his gun. “NOW GO!” he yelled, and you ran faster than you had ever before.

Lucas made a move to go after you, but Steve punched him in the teeth. The teleporter stumbled backwards, and spit out blood. A feral grin spread across his face, and he began to laugh. “Look how cute this is! (Y/N) needs a protector! But you know she’s not so innocent, right?” Lucas asked, his eyebrow rising. Steve’s hands froze as they unbuckled his helmet, his eyes widened. The other man got all up in his face, the grin now manic. “You should hear the noises she makes, Captain,” he mocked, imitating your voice. “She’s so sweet and-”

Steve punched Lucas again, the man choking, and falling to the ground. He was going to enjoy beating this little shit up.

Tears started to pour down your face as you ran, and your fog curled around you protectively, the white turning to a gray. You felt like you were empty and you were just a hollow shell and you hoped another person didn’t die because of you. The first soldier you came open was quite unlucky. You took your time with him, your whip unwinding from your wrist, and leaving marks across his body. But, you didn’t kill him. The next soldier you came upon, you lit his hair on fire, and his gun exploded. But he didn’t die either. When you came upon a group of five soldiers, you had never smiled wider.

“Oh boys, today is your unlucky day,” you purred, and took them all out one by one. It felt good to let it all out on those bastards. By the time they were all on the ground (one was up to his waist in the ground!), you were in the compound.

You telepathy decided to help you (twice in two days? That was a record!), and you followed James’ familiar mental signature to a thick, metal door, with several locks on it. But that had never stopped you before had it? No! There were several ways you could open it, you were a thief for God’s sake, but you were going to use the one that was the least inconspicuous: you were going to burn a hole through the goddamn door.  

I wished I had a camera, you thought wistfully to yourself, as the men in the white coats scurried throughout the room. They were terrified, you could tell by the way the were running around in circles, and their loud blaring thoughts. In a moment, there was silence, and they were all unconscious on the floor.

And in the middle of the room, strapped to a metal chair, was James. His eyes were wide as you walked towards him, jumping over the limp scientists. “Oh, you poor baby,” you murmured, and you started to undo the restraints on him. He stayed still until you reached the last one, and grabbed your neck and held you in the air.

“Who the hell are you?” he rasped, his eyes narrowing as his cold eyes met yours. You choked, and grabbed his hands.

“(Y/N),” you got out, looking for any sign or recognition in his face. Your hand moved, and you pressed it against his forehead. “Please remember me,” you whimpered, and you shot images and memories into his mind, trying to get him to remember anything. There was a noise like a click, and James let you go, gasping.

You slumped to the ground, coughing, and clutching your throat. James let out a long breath, and turned towards you. You tried not to flinch as he crouched besides you, and ran a hand through your hair. “(Y/N), is that you?” he asked, his voice breaking.

You nodded, giving him a big smile. “Yeah, James, it’s me,” you whispered. Tears started to fall down his face, and he pulled you to him, and kissed you. It was a lot more desperate and rough than Pietro’s.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N),” James mumbled you name between kisses. “I’ve missed you so much.”

AN: 2, 879 words! The most I’ve ever written! Only one more lesson until Phase 2!

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[marveling-imagines]

SUPERHERO 101

Lesson 14: How to find someone who is lost.

“He remembered you, you know.”

Lesson 13

“... and my Master found out, and wiped my memories. He must have planted a fail safe in my mind, so that when I heard his name I would remember, and would have forbidden anyone in my Guild to say the name. What a cocky son of a bitch,” you snorted, your hands shaking slightly, the alcohol in the bottle sloshing.

The room was silent. What had been a party atmosphere a few minutes ago, was now sullen and quiet. Natasha was right behind you, a hand on your shoulder, and a hand on her belt. Clint stared at you, his eyes wide, and shock written all over his face. Rhodey and Tony looked at each other at the same time, and Tony was looking at you in a whole new light. Pietro nodded slowly, and Wanda gave you a comforting smile. Sam was rubbing his eyes, and Steve.

Poor Steve. He was flabbergasted, his usual mask of calm and dignity long gone. You could just hear his thoughts over everyone else’s, his thoughts tinged with worry and longing and anger. Buck and (Y/N)? Oh my god. She was in Hydra with Buck for months and she’s here there’s hope for Buck, but her and Buck?

You shook your head, trying to clear Steve’s thoughts from your minds. Steve caught your eye, and gave you the look that meant “we are definitely talking later”. “So let me get this straight,” you attention snapped to Rhodey, who folded his arms. “You were in Hydra.” he said, in an accusatory tone.

You hesitated, but nodded. “Yes, I was,” you answered carefully. Before you could take another drink out of the bottle, Nat snatched it out of your hands, and you glared at her. “But it wasn’t my choice, I was a prisoner.” your voice broke when you spoke the last word, and you looked down.

“And you only remember this now?” Wanda asked, tilting her head. You nodded, and you could see her shoot a glare at Rhodey. “So you couldn’t do anything about it.”

You nodded again, and before you could answer, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s cool voice spoke. “Sir, there is new information on the location of James Barnes. Ms. Hill is ready to brief the team in the meeting room.”

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y,” Tony answered, finishing his beer. He stood up, and walked to the door. His dark eyes met yours for a moment, and the darkness you felt inside were reflected in his. “Well, follow me, rascals! Let’s go find Steve’s and (Y/N)’s boyfriend!” he called cheerfully, and the team got up to follow him.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you and Steve said at the same time, as the team disappeared into the hallway. You sighed, and slumped down into a seat besides Steve. The only thing you could hear was the rain outside, and the distant clap of thunder. 

“What was he like, (Y/N)?” Steve asked, breaking the silence, and when the lightning flashed, you could see tears in his ice blue eyes.

You paused before answering, giving the question a lot of thought. “Well, he was very kind,” you started, images of James flashing in your head. James staring at the wall blankly. James growling at a soldier who came to close to you. James tracing the scars on your shoulders and collarbones. James grabbing your hand covertly. James’ warm fingers on the brand marking you as your Master’s property, and his hand drifting to touch the card tattoo on your hip. “And very loyal, and because of that, he was stupid and a little impulsive.” Steve chuckled, and you grabbed his hand and squeezed it. 

“But he was sad,” you continued, your voice dropping down to a whisper. “He just didn’t know why.” And he is just as damaged as I am, and I am more damaged and dangerous because everything I have ever loved is destroyed, and it’s all my fault.

Steve was quiet for a second, and you swore you could hear every beat of his heart. “Did you love him?” he finally asked, and you stopped breathing for a second, your heart constricting.

“I’ve only loved three people romantically in my life,” you said, squeezing Steve’s hand tighter. “The first, a man who was my everything, and was taken away from me before it could become anything. And the second was James, who I didn’t even realize I was in love with until now. The third was Lucas and he broke my heart.” you voice turned bitter towards the end. “So yes, I was in love with him, Now, I’m not so sure, as my heart is broken into nine pieces, and I don’t know which piece is bigger.” you realized you were crying, and you pressed the palms of your hands to your eyes.

Steve’s breath caught in his throat at your sudden vulnerability. You turned towards him, and you were so close he could smell the alcohol on your breath. Suddenly, you were in his lap, and he was clutching you like you were his lifeline, and you were clutching him like he was the only thing stable in your life. “Oh, (Y/N),” he murmured, and stroked your hair.

“He remembered you, you know,” you said, you voice muffled, but Steve could hear you loud and clear. “Your friend, your pal, your Bucky.” You remember seeing Steve in James’ mind, his image blurred, but still there.

“(Y/N),” he said again, but this time it was more like a moan or a groan, and now you were comforting him. Your bodies shifted, and now you were the one sitting, and Steve’s head was in your lap. “What if he doesn’t remember me?”

“He will,” you promised. He’ll remember the both of us, you added silently in your mind. It was time to get your James back.

AN: It’s getting serious now! Two lessons until Phase 2! I’m so excited! 

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[marveling-imagines]

SUPERHERO 101

Lesson 13: How to hold on back.

“I’m a prisoner just like you.”

Lesson 12

James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky Barnes. James.

October 2nd, 2010.

New Orleans, Louisiana.

“Genesis,” your Master greeted, and a smile spread across his cold, pale face. The dark green tattoos on his face were pulled taut, and his dark eyes gleamed with pride. You walked up to his dais, a cool smile on on your face. He beckoned you forward, his other hand extended. You placed your black gloved hand, in his cold and wrinkled one, and he examined you carefully, looking for any flaw in your dress, or appearance. “You are looking well,” he complimented, and you nodded your thanks.

“Thank you, Master,” you answered, your voice smooth and void of any emotion, meeting his coal black eyes that glimmered like polished stones. “My stay at Mr. Stark’s company was quite... educational.”

Your Master nodded thoughtfully, squeezing your hand gently. “Now, child, it is time for your assignment.” Releasing your hand, your Master clapped, and a servant came forward out of the darkness holding a large envelope on a gold platter. Your guild’s brand, the scythe, gleamed black on the servant girl’s neck, and you unconsciously rubbed your ribs, where yours was branded.

“Genesis, you are to help out an... associate of mine,” he said delicately, grabbing the envelope and shooing the girl away, and placed it in your hands. You immediately opened it, and started to read it. “His name is Alexander Pierce and he is need of help, with the Asset.”

You paused in your reading, your eyes going wide. “The Asset, Master? The Winter Sol-”

“Don’t say it!” He yelled, and you shrunk back in surprise. Sighing, your Master slumped back into his chair (that looked like a throne, if you this was the honesty hour), and rubbed his eyes. “Don’t say it, Genesis. Pierce wants to make sure this doesn’t get out to anyone, you understand?” he paused, and after you nodded your confirmation, he continued. “Pierce wants a telepath on hand to keep him calm and compliant, and once I showed him the file I have on you, well, he liked what he saw.” A predatory smile spread across his face, and you had to fight to keep your expression blank, and the fear under control.

“I’ll be in the facility for a year, Master?” you asked, carefully placing the file in your backpack, and he nodded.

“Yes, and you are to behave and follow orders,” he instructed, and you nodded. Waving a hand to dismiss you, you bowed and started to walk away from your Master. “Oh, and Genesis?”

You looked back to your Master, who smirked at you. “Don’t make the same mistake Remy made..”

October 15th, 2010

Location Unknown.

“This is the man?” you asked the lab technician, gesturing to the man in front of you. The technician nodded nervously, his eyes resting on the gun holstered on your hip. “Good, now get out of here,” you spat, and he ran out.

You took in the Asset's appearance. He had chin length, scraggly, black hair, and a five o’clock shadow. His blue eyes were vacant, as he stared across the room. His metal arm twitched besides him, and you carefully stepped closer to him. “Soldier?” you asked quietly, and his gaze turned towards you.

“I am ready to comply,” he answered, his voice flat, and something deep inside of you awakened. Was it humanity? You thought ruefully to yourself, as the Soldier continued to stare at you. No, that had been awake since you had met Stark. No, it was compassion. And in that split second, you made a decision that would alter your life forever. You were going to help this broken man, just like someone had helped you.

“I don’t need any of that, Mr. Barnes. I’m just here to help.” you replied, using the name from the file, and he blinked. Twice.

“Are you not one of them?” he asked, and you were astonished by the way he sounded like a child. “Aren’t you one of the whitecoats who come and poke and prod me?” he questioned, gesturing to your white jacket. By the way he was getting riled up, you could tell that the name “Mr. Barnes” had stirred something in him.

You shook your head, sitting down on the examination table next to him. You pretended not to notice when he scooted away from you. “Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ in the word, trying to make him comfortable. “Well, I guess I am, but my job is to help you.” The last part was a lie, you guess, but that was what you were going to do anyways.

He looked confused, and his metal arm twitched again. “How did you know that name? And why did you call me that?” the man’s eyes’ eyes locked with yours, and once again you felt that this was unusual behavior.

“My employer told me that name,” you said carefully, his stare unnerving you. “And it’s yours, Mr. Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes.”

Mr. Bar- James, looked down at his hands. “James,” he said quietly, as if testing out how the name sounded. “James,” he said again, before looking up. “If my name is James, what is yours?”

Again, you smiled at his childlike nature. “Most people call me Genesis, but you can call me (Y/N),” your voice was soft, and you noticed he moved closer to you.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, and a small smile appeared on his face. “I like that name.”

December 19th, 2010

Siberia.

Today was another one of your “sessions” with James. Pierce, and the rest of HYDRA, thought you were going deep into James’ mind, and wiping everything that was tied to his former life. Like hell you would. You had requested that the sessions weren’t videotaped or monitored because “you could wipe their minds accidentally”. Sure.

“(Y/N)?” James asked, breaking you out of your reverie.

“Yes, James?” you answered, peering up at him. James had been on the treadmill on the the other side of the room, while you laid on the ground, reading a book. Now, he was standing over you, his face blank.

“Can I lay down next to you?” he asked, his voice low and soft. You had made some big improvements with the HYDRA prisoner, but nothing this big.

“Sure,” you said, after a moment of silence. He laid down next to you, so close that you were almost touching.

Holding your breath, you opened your book, and re-immersed yourself in the world of Harry Potter. “(Y/N)?” James asked again, and you sighed, marking your place in your book, and slapping it on the ground.

“Yes, James?” you replied crossly, turning over to look at him.

His blue eyes were wide, and out of the corner of your eyes you saw his hand inch towards yours. “Why are you here?” he asked simply, and you would have been more surprised if it started raining men.

“Why am I here?” you repeated, and he nodded. “Well, I guess because I was forced to.” you answered, trying to keep your answer short and simple.

“Kinda like me- a prisoner,” James said quietly, his fingers interlacing with yours. When you looked over at him, he was looking away, and you smiled melancholy.

“I’m a prisoner just like you.” you agreed, and you gripped his hand tight like it was your life line.

March 27th, 2011

Seattle, Washington.

“Soldier! Soldier!” you cried out, as you blocked his path to Rumlow. The commander only leered at both you and James, smirking. This whole situation had started with that stupid bastard and his remarks about your figure and your body, and what he would do with it. The breaking point for James had been when Rumlow punched you in the mouth for not answering him.

“That’s right, Soldier,” Rumlow taunted, as you used all your strength to keep James from engaging. “We all know how how the mutant keeps you in line, Soldier,” he spat, his eyes resting on you. “But you can keep the whore. She’s not worth the fight.” Without another word, Rumlow stalked away triumphantly, and you and James shuffled away with your tail in between your legs.

As soon as you reached your room, you slammed him against the wall, baring your teeth at him. “What the hell was that Barnes?” you hissed, and you could feel the ground rumbling under your feet in discontent. “You could have blown this whole thing up!”

James blinked, and swallowed. “I couldn’t let him talk to you like that,” he replied, his voice hoarse as you pressed your arm harder against his throat. “It wasn’t right.”

“You could have gotten me killed!” you seethed, bouncing away from him. “Or worse, you could have been wiped, James!”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, blinking again and rubbing his neck.

The anger slowly seeped out of you, until all that was left was worry and fear. Sighing, you walked over to him, and laid your head on his broad chest. “Never try to save me again, you understand?” you mumbled, and James’ hands hesitantly wrapped around you.

March 28th, 2011.

Seattle, Washington.

When you woke up the next morning, you weren’t alone. “(Y/N),” James whispered, poking you in the back. You moaned, rolling over and wrapping your blankets tighter around you. “(Y/N), I remember.”

Now that woke you up. Before you went to sleep last night you had used your weak telepathy to stir James’ brain up, so he could remember anything. Rolling over, you noticed the differences immediately. His blue eyes were clearer, and he looked- he looked like he was alive. “You do?” you asked, smiling brightly at him. You didn’t want to pry, and James appreciated it.

“I remember (Y/N), I do, and it’s all thanks to you,” his voice was breathy, as he stared down at you. Before either of you knew it, you were kissing. Your hands were tangled in his hair, his hands gripping your hips. It was like James was a man who had been drowning, and you were the air he craved. You were devouring each other and-

“Well, Genesis, I guess the rumors were true,” came your Master’s voice. The two of you sprung apart, and you almost stopped breathing when you saw your Master’s imposing form standing in front of you, and Rumlow was just behind him. “You did fall in love with your charge, just like your Cajun. I am so disappointed in you,” he shook his head, pulling up his sleeves, and you started to quiver.

“M-master please,” you whispered, and James was ridged besides you. “Please…” you trailed off as Rumlow jerked you up harshly, a grin on his face.

“(Y/N)?” James whispered, as you were forced onto your knees in front of your Master. “(Y/N)?”

Rumlow exchanged a look with your Master. “Should I take the Asset out?” he questioned, looking at the two of you in disgust.

Your Master paused. “No,” he said finally. “Let him watch her forget who he even is, then wipe him.”

Rumlow nodded, and tears trailed down your face as your Master twisted you around so James could see it. “I’ll come back for you,” you promised, before your Master was so deep inside your brain wiping away any memories of the second man you had ever loved.

You were sitting in all hallway somewhere in Stark tower with a bottle in your hand, and a phone pressed against your ear. “I know, Remy,” you murmured, taking a drink from the tequila bottle. “But I could have saved him.” But I failed just like you had and I fell in love just like we you did.

“Yah need to let it go, cher,” Remy reply, his honey voice a comfort to you. I’m sorry I never saved you, cher. I’m sorry I broke your heart. I’m sorry I was never brave enough to kill him and let you go. “It’s not your fault, it’s Mes-”

“Don’t say his name,” you replied automatically, before Remy said your Master’s name. “I know that, but-” you stopped in the middle of your sentence, seeing a member of your team glide up to you. “I have to go, Rem, I’ll talk to you later.”

Natasha wrinkled her nose at you when you offered her a drink. “God, (Y/N), that’s pathetic.” she said harshly, sliding down the wall and sitting next you.

You shrugged, taking another long drink. “It was a long day, Nat, and an even longer day now.” you replied, your voice dark and low. The lion was pleased maybe now you would let her out now that they were both gone and gone go-

“What happened in there, (Y/N)?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Once you heard the name Bucky Barnes-”

You inhaled sharply, and her dark eyes widened with clarity. “Oh my god, you knew him.”

You nodded reluctantly, taking another swig from the bottle. “I did, and I had an opportunity to save him-”

Natasha held out a hand, motioning for you to stop. “(Y/N), I know you’re hurting and you want to get this out and help him, but we need to tell Steve right now.”

Letting out a sigh, you nodded. Nat was right. You needed to tell Steve so you could help correct your mist- your Master’s mistake. Nat held out a hand to you, and you took it. To your surprise, she hugged you tightly before letting you go. “Let’s go get Barnes back.”

AN: Who was expecting that?

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SUPERHERO 101

Lesson 12: How to deal with the media.

“She was the one who kept you alive!”

Lesson 11

AN: Here are the ages in SPH101, and it takes place in 2015. You- 23-24ish. Steve- 27. Sam- 28. Natasha- 27. Clint- 29-30. Wanda and Pietro- 23. Rhodey- 36. Tony- 37.

“Guess you’re the media’s new obsession,” Tony remarked, as he slid the tablet over to you. Groaning, you took it, reading the headline. Who is the new Avenger? was printed in large, black letters. And under it, a picture of you dashing into the building in your black suit. You had been enjoying yourself at this small get together Tony had thrown together, at least, until that article. After his daring rescue, Tony had invited the whole team, even Pietro and Wanda, to his rebuilt Stark Tower, for drinks and gossip. And so far, the only gossip was about how you and Tony met.

Tony poked your side, and you blinked, returning to reality. By the look on his face, he was waiting for your reply. “Guess I am.” you said, giving him a smirk. “Have I taken your spotlight, dear friend?” you jested, and Tony snorted.

“God no,” he replied, tossing back his drink, placing it down with a thump. “The people of this city love me, (Y/N), they really do,” he started, looking around for the bottle of whiskey he misplaced. “And even you, my dear Leeloo, can’t take that love away from.” He winked at you, before pouring himself another glass.

Now it was your turn to snort, and you took a small drink of your martini. “Jesus, Tony, you really are a piece of work, aren’t yah?” you said teasingly, bumping his shoulder.

A shadow crossed his face, before he gave you a brilliant smile. “That’s why you love me.” he replied, and you laughed again.

“(Y/N), is that you on the cover page of The New York Times?” exclaimed Rhodey, as he looked down at his phone. The attention of the gathered team shifted towards you. Steve and Sam paused in their huddled conversation, and looking over at you curiously. Pietro and Natasha’s argument over who had the better country came to an abrupt halt, and the laughter coming from Wanda and Clint stopped.

Clint’s gaze shifted over to you, and his thoughts blared loudly in his head, so loud that even your shobby telepathy could pick up on it. You okay, cupcake? You gave him a small smile, and he relaxed but in reality your mind was swimming with memories of your sister who was dead and gone and dead and gone and-

“Yeah, sure is,” you replied, taking another drink of your martini. “Tony said I was their new obsession.” you said mockingly, holding up air quotes.

The rest of the team laughed, and Tony rolled his eyes. “On the topic of you and Tony, had did you two meet?” Rhodey inquired, gesturing at the two of you.

You chuckled, and Tony rolled his eyes again. “Tony never told you about me?” you feigned hurt, laying a hand over your heart. Rhodey shook his head, as did Natasha. “Well, I’m quite disappointed in you, Tony, dear.”

Tony held up his hands in defense, his eyebrows raising. “You were the one who told me to not tell anyone the you existed!” he accused, folding his arms across his body defensively.

You blinked. “Well, I guess you’re correct,” you replied, frowning slightly. “But know I’m getting off track. So how we met?” you shook your head in amusement.

The rest of the team nodded, leaning closer to where you were seating. You smiled, and began. “It started when my Master had gave me a year off,” the team’s attention, especially Steve’s, piqued when you mentioned your mysterious master. “I was to go undercover for a year, and it is my Master’s practice to give me the same amount of time off, as I it will take me to complete a mission,” you continued, your voice rising and falling in a comfortable rhythm. “So, I decided to get a job somewhere, even for a year, to get a glimpse at normal life. I had always been interested in engineering and machines, and it would help in my field of work, so I decided to apply to work at Tony’s company,” you gave Tony an admirable look, and he gave you a bright smile. It didn’t go unnoticed with a few members of the team Steve, Pietro and Clint. “In thanks to faked resume, my skills with technology, and spunk, the interviewer sent the video of my interview straight to Tony, Mr. Stark to me at that time. He was so impressed that he hired me on the spot.”

“How old were you at the time?” Rhodey asked, leaning forward slightly.

You frowned, your eyebrows furrowing. “That was in 2010, wasn’t it Tony?” the inventor nodded, as he took another big gulp of whiskey, “So six years, so I was about eighteen I think?” Rhodey nodded, looking satisfied as he leaned back into his chair. “Where was I? Oh, yes, I remember.” nodding to yourself, you continued. “When Tony hired me, he was trying to find a, uh, new ingredient-” you chose the word carefully. “-for his arc reactor. He confided me that he was dying, and set me to work, trying to find something that would keep him alive, even for just a little longer. And I did.” you said, rather smug, as Tony let a long sigh.

The whole room exploded, Rhodey especially irate. “Is what (Y/N) said true? She was the one who kept you alive?” he asked Tony accusingly.

“Yeah!” he answered, throwing his hands up in the air as the team exploded once again. “But she disappeared before I could thank her, or give her credit.” Tony said, shifting the blame to you.

Glaring at him accusingly, you noticed something at of the corner of your eye. Steve, looking rather pale, hurrying at of the room and Sam hurrying after him, and Nat sitting alone at the bar, taking a shot of vodka. Frowning, you extracted yourself from chaos, coming over to the red head. “Nat, what happened?” you questioned, looking at her in concern.

Sighing, the assassin rubbed her eyes. “Bucky Barnes happened,” she answered wearily, and your eyes widened.

Bucky Barnes. Bucky Barnes. Bucky Barnes. Bucky Barnes. The name bounced around in your head as you swayed on your feet, before falling onto the cold ground. It brought up memories that you thought had been taken from you of cold nights and raven-haired men with blue eyes and white jackets and-

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) wh-” someone called, but they were too late, as you succumbed to the black void of unconsciousness. I knew him, was your last thought before the world around you went dark.

END OF A NEW CHAPTER. BEGIN TRANSITION: A WHOLE NEW GAME.

AN: 4 LESSONS TILL PHASE 2!!! And I know this Lesson isn’t much, but wait for Lesson 13. It gets real angsty. 

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SUPERHERO 101

Lesson 11: How to be a hero, while cameras are rolling.

“She’s an Avenger.”

Lesson 10 (AN: I highly recommend rereading this lesson before reading this one.)

“Guys,” Steve voice broke you out of your reverie, and you looked up. His blue eyes met yours, a silent conversation happening. You gave him a watery smile, and you could see him visibly relax, before focusing on the task at hand. “We have a situation.”

“What kind of situation?” Sam asked, as Clint’s arm around you tightened. “Like a scary situation, or like a fun situation?” Rhodey let out a little laugh, and you rolled your eyes

Steve sighed, rubbing his nose. “Sam, now is not the time for jokes,” he answered, his voice serious. “A bank robbing went wrong in downtown New York, and now there is a hostage crisis.”

You gasped, as everyone else showed varied amounts of surprise. Natasha’s lips shifted slightly into a frown, while Clint muttered a curse under his breath. The twins instinctively grabbed each other’s hands, and there was a  her eyes flashed red. Sam and Rhodey were drained of their giddiness, and Sam’s shoulder’s slumped. Your own problems were forgotten, and you forced that seed of darkness into the back of your mind but she’s gone, she’s gone, she’s never coming back, and you couldn’t save her. I couldn’t save her, but I’m gonna save them, you promised.

“How many people are there?” you asked, as Steve led the team back in the direction of the cars. Clint kept a careful eye on you as jogged to keep up with the rest of the team.

The captain was silent for a moment, and all you could hear was the sound of your own heart beating. “Thirty,” he finally answered, and you let out a loud curse.

“God damn,” you replied, seeing the team cars in sight. Pietro and Wanda were already there, and the Sokovian man impatiently tapping the car door. “What kind of weapons do they have?”

“Plasma guns, and a lot of them,” Steve paused, and you stopped your jogging. “(Y/N), we’re gonna need your help with this one, and I need to know if you can-”

“I can handle it, Steve,” you interrupted him, brushing past him towards the cars. But, you didn’t even get a foot, when you were yanked back by your captain. “What?” you growled, glaring at his hand on your arm.

Steve’s eyes were gentle, and he pulled you closer to him. “(Y/N), I wasn’t implying that you couldn’t handle this, I was just worried for you. We all were,” he murmured, his voice low and soft.

You relaxed, and let out a long sigh. “I know, Steve,” you replied, but you couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Just... sometimes, it’s better to leave these things for a rainy day.” And before he could open his mouth, you were already in the car. you could feel yourself closing up and those emotions going away and you didn’t want them to go but you had too.

Wanda and Pietro smiled at you as you climbed in the back with them. Sam, Rhodey, and Clint climbed into the middle, while Steve and Nat got the front. Steve started the car, and the team was off.

The car was silent, and Wanda, sensing you didn’t want to talk, merely squeezed your hand. Pietro followed suit, giving you a kiss on the cheek, the frowned. “Lyublyu, why are you not buckled?” he accused, as you got your suit out of your bag.

“Why, I can’t fight in this, can I?” you gestured to your frilly, daisy dress, and Wanda snorted.

“I guess so,” he admitted, and you gave him a smirk. Unzipping your dress, you saw Pietro blush a bright red, and mutter lowly in Sokovian. Wanda let out a louder laugh, and you shook your head. Despite his talk of winning me over, Speedy really is a gentlemen, you thought in amusement to yourself, as you pulled on your black, scaly suit. It felt familiar and comfortable, you decided, and with an inhale of breath, you zipped it up.

“Okay, if you guys are done messing around in the back,” Steve met your eyes in the mirror, and you just shrugged, giving him a wink. “Here’s the plan. Quicksilver, Black Widow, and Hawkeye, you guys go in first, scout the area, but do not, under any circumstances, engage. Understood?” instead of meeting your eyes, Steve stared at both Clint and Pietro. Clint gave in first, biting his lip and nodded. Pietro waited for a few seconds, before giving Steve a small nod. “Good. After the area  is scouted, and only after, will Genesis go in. Genesis, you have to, somehow, get them to either stand down, or take them out. You understand, (Y/N)?” he asked, and you nodded.

Your head was spinning with all the details as you pulled up to the bank. Clint and Nat hopped out, and sprinted towards the scene, and Pietro struggled for a moment and muttered “God damn American cars and their goddamn need for space and stupid, shitty seats” before he was off too. Besides you, Wanda played with her hands anxiously, as Steve conversed quietly with the team on the coms.

“Hey, Sam,” you asked, leaning over the seat in front of you. “You don’t happen to have a… gun?” you cringed when you said that word, regretting your choice to leave your knives and whip at home.

Sam quirked a brow at you. “You serious, Princess?” you nodded, and he let out a noise of surprise. Reaching down to his ankle, he unstrapped a small handgun from his holster, and handed it you. It fit perfectly in your hand, but you felt your stomach churn. Memories flashed through you mind of your Master forcing you to shoot with the intent to kill, while you sobbed and your powers swirled angrily inside of you. But you swallowed it down, strapping it to your belt. Sometimes it’s better to leave these things for a rainy day, you thought ruefully to yourself.

“Genesis,” Steve said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You sat up, alert, and you thought you saw pride flash in his blue eyes. “They’ve scouted the scene. Black Widow is waiting outside the bank to help you in.” Nodding, you climbed over the seat (much more nimble than Pietro, you might add) and jumped out of the car. Wishes of luck sounded behind you, as the rest of the team readied themselves to go in.

The sound of sirens and loud voices greeted you as you jogged towards the bank. News vans were parked everywhere, and you could feel the reporter’s eyes on you. “It seems there’s a new player here today folks, besides Quicksilver, Black Widow, and Hawkeye,” you heard a newscaster murmur as you jogged past him. “We aren’t sure if she’s an Avenger, one of the X-Men, or just a vigilante…” The cacophony of voices quieted as you neared the yellow “Do Not Cross” line that stretched the scene.

An officer noticed you, and held up a hand. “I’m sorry, ma’am, the Avengers are taking care of this.” his eyes swept your black suit, and his nose wrinkled in disgust. I bet it’s one of those mutant freaks, he thought, your minor telepathy picking up  on his hateful thoughts.

You raised an eyebrow, rage building inside of you. “Excuse me?” you seethed. “I’m Genesis, and I’m-”

Before you could finish your passionate speech, Natasha interrupted you. “And she’s an Avenger,” she finished, coming up to stand by the officer. “trying to do her job here, officer, so I suggest you get out of her way.” her voice was icy, and the officer gulped, quickly letting you in.Before I make you, she added in her head.

“Thanks, Nat,” you said gratefully, as the two of you jogged towards the side opening of the bank.

She snorted, rolling her eyes. “They deserved it.” Holding the door open for you, you and Nat stepped in quietly, flipping up your hood, and going invisible. 

“Okay Genesis,” she murmured in your earpiece, as she carefully walked in front of you. “The six robbers and the thirty hostages are on the top floor, where all the cubicles are. The hostages are on the west side, and the robbers patrol the top floor, before two of them head downstairs. The two come down in,” she quickly checked her watch. “in three minutes. By that time, you must be on the top floor. Understood?”

“Understood,” you whispered, adjusting your hood slightly. “But what about you? And Pietro? And Clint?”

The Black Widow scoffed. “Don’t worry about me or Clint,” she paused. “Maybe worry about Pietro a little bit, but worry about yourself the most. Good luck, Genesis.” she whispered, before she disappeared towards the back of the bank.

You let out a shaky breath, before moving quietly up the stairs. Even though you were invisible, you still had to be careful to avoid anything that you could tip over, or step on. Gripping Sam’s gun in your hand, you stepped up onto the first step. No creak. The second step. No creak. And so on, before you got to the second to the last step. Creak. Holding you breath, you listened intently, but all you could hear were the faint sounds of the robbers and hostages on the west side.

Letting out a sigh, you quickly when up the last step, you paused, surveying your surroundings. Two offices in your immediate sight. One bathroom by the second office. Long hallway which you thought led to the cubicles- scratch that, it definitely led to the cubicles. “Genesis, check in,” came Steve’s soft voice in your earpiece.

“I’m approaching the cubicles,” you whispered, taking a small step towards the cubicles. The voices of the robbers became louder, along with muffled cries.

“Widow, do you have eyes on Gen?” Steve asked, and you paused for a moment.

“Negative,” she replied. “I’m on the first taking care of two of the guards.”

“Hawkeye?”

Pause.

“Affirmative,” Clint’s voice was quiet and a little hoarse. “I see both her and the targets. She’s close.”

“Quicksilver?”

Longer pause.

“Ah… Negative,” Pietro replied. “I’m searching one of the offices.”

The rapid beating of your heart calmed down, and it made you feel a bit better that at least one of your teammates had eyes on you. Your on your gun became tighter and tighter, until it felt like the gun was going to leave a permanent mark on your gloves as you stood outside of the large room that held the cubicles. Cubicles and desk were tipped over, and the majority of the them pushed near the east wall.  The hostages were on the west side, near the windows, as the robbers paced nervously around the room.

“God damnit! Why the hell did they call in the Avengers?” one seethed, and you thought him to be the leader. He held the biggest plasma gun, and the orange purple liquid rolled around in it. A young boy sat near him, and tears rolled down his cheeks. His mother lay next to him, her grip on his hands tight.

“Entering the room,” you whispered so quietly that you weren’t sure anyone could hear you. You made sure to watch your steps as you neared west side. Out of the corner of your eyes, you thought you saw the tell tale sign of blue and-

“Where the hell are Jimmy and Fred?” asked the big burly leader, and you paused in your careful steps. Shit, you thought, those must be the guards Nat took out. Using your minor telepathy, you pushed yourself into his head. His mind was chaotic, and one of the dirtiest ones you had ever been in. But you finally found what you looked for: their end goal. And it wasn’t pretty. They were going to set off a bomb, once they had cleared out, and they didn’t care about the hostages. Any talk of release for the hostages had just been that- talk.

Preparing to shoot the man, and take the air out of the rest of them, you took another step forward. But you didn’t watch your step. The squeak of a child’s toy rang out in the silent room. You froze, seeing the hostages’ eyes widen, and the robbers’ grip tighten on their guns. The leader turned slowly towards the exact place you were standing, and must have noticed some sort of discrepancy in the air because he started to yell “There’s a bloody mutie in here! Get ou-”

But before he could finish, you hit him over the head with gun, then shot him in the leg. Twice, for good measure. The rest of the robbers turned their guns towards you, and you swore. Hitting the button the made you visible, you gave them a sneer. “What? Did you think muties couldn’t stand up for themselves?” you mocked, and with a flourish of your hand, they were gasping for air.

Something inside of you roared in joy at this, and something inside of you wanted to kill them bloodily and triumph in their- A shuddering breath left you, and you blinked. Twice. You weren’t going to kill them. Just make them sleep. Making a fist, the remaining robber’s eyes rolled back in their heads, and they passed out.

Turning, the hostages watched you with wide, terrified eyes. You could hear their scared thoughts, at the lady in black who brought death. Hell, one woman though you were a goddess of death. “I’m with the Avengers,” you reassured them. “And-” your attention snapped to the man at your feet as he coughed, giving you a bloody smirk.

“Say goodbye, bitch,” he growled. Your eyes widened, and before you could do anything, he had already pressed the button. Letting out a scream of frustration, you shot him in the head. Twice. But it was to no avail. You could already feel the rumblings of the building starting to crumple beneath you.

“Move!” you screamed, and the hostages all froze. “What the hell are you waiting for? The building is going to explode!” with the word explode, they all got up, starting to run. Pressing a hand to your earpiece, you bit your lip. “Guys, the building’s going to explode, but I’ll hold it up so everyone can get out.”

“(Y/N)! You get out-” you ripped out your earpiece. Gritting your teeth, you crouched on the floor, pressing your gloved hands into the carpet. You couldn’t explain how it felt. It was like you were reaching down into the ground, and commanding it to hold. The foundation didn’t want to obey. It let out loud moans and groans as it fought against your control. But you wrestled it into control.

Your telepathy seemed to be cooperating today, stretching to new limits. As the last person left the building, the sigh you let out seem to echo in the whole building. Sweat trickled down your eyes as you fought to keep it the floor solid until you reached the window.

Jumping out of it, the whole building imploded, and you braced yourself to land. But before you could land, a pair of metal arms saved you. Looking up, you expected to see Rhodey, but instead you saw-

“Tony!” you exclaimed, and even though he had the mask on, you could tell he was giving you a cheeky grin.

“Did I miss the party?”

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AN: OH MY GOD THIS IS THE LONGEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN, COMING IN AT 2,584 WORDS I HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT!

[marveling-imagines]

Superhero 101

You’re a mutant thief who gets caught trying to steal a certain Avenger’s bow. What will happen next?

Phase 0- The Royal Screw Ups Of A Subpar Thief [WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING SUBPAR?]

1. What Happened In Rome? ft. The Ragin Cajun

2. HOLY SHIT WE NEARLY DIED ft. STAR PRINCE

3. You Were Cooler In X-Men: Origins ft. Douchepool

4. Tempest ft. TORNADO THE AMAZING X- Wait, what the fuck do you mean her name is “Storm”?

5. TONY THAT WAS TOTALLY MY IDEA ft. Tony Stank

6. Who Are You Calling “Swaprat”? ft. Anna from Frozen

7. We’re Lost, Aren’t We? ft. A Really Mean and Hairy Canadian [that’s a first]

Love Is A Mistake, Love Is A Weakness ft. The Ragin Cajun [Rem Gen all the way]

Phase 1- A New Chapter (Would You Bleed For Me?) COMPLETE

Lesson 1 Lesson 2 Lesson 3 Lesson 4 Lesson 5 Lesson 6 Lesson 7 Lesson 8 Lesson 9 Lesson 10 Lesson 11 Lesson 12

Transition- A Whole New Game (You Make Me Feels So Weak) Lesson 13 Lesson 14 Lesson 15 Lesson 16

Playlist Aesthetic

Phase 2- Powerful/Powerless (Do You Feel Like A Young God?)

Memories- The Neighbourhood (We Will Stumble Through Heaven) Steve Pietro Wanda Natasha Clint Sam Rhodey Tony

Lesson 17 Lesson 18 Lesson 19 Lesson 20 Lesson 21 Lesson 22 Lesson 23 Lesson 24

Transition- Reckoning (Don’t Get Cut On My Edges) Lesson 25 Lesson 26 Lesson 27 Lesson 28 Lesson 29 After 29: Choose Your Own

Intermission

Phase 3- Two Sides Of The Same Coin: CIVIL WAR (Who Is In Control?)

Phase 4- TBD

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[marveling-imagines]

SUPERHERO 101

Lesson 10: How to kick back and relax for a while.

“I haven’t been this relaxed in forever!”

Lesson 9

There was another knock on your door, and you let out a loud groan. “God damn, Sam! I said one more minute!” you called, pulling on your dress.

“(Y/N), it’s been five minutes. We’re going to be late!” he called, pounding on your door again. Letting out a sigh, you quickly grabbed your over the shoulder bag, and swiped on one last coat of lipstick. You flung open the door, Sam’s hand poised to knock once more. His mouth dropped open at the sight of you, not used to seeing you all dolled up.

You were wearing a pretty white dress that fell to your knees, and  yellow daisies were sprinkled over it (and Sam couldn’t tell if they were part of your dress, or if you grew them). Your hair was is loose waves, and your lips were a bright, mesmerizing red. There was a light blush on your cheeks, your eyelids sparkled, and your eyeliner was winged. You looked like a perfect tableau.

Sam opened his mouth, then closed it, and repeated the action three times. Rhodey, who was leaning on the wall next to your door, let out a low whistle. “Why, (Y/N), you look absolutely amazing,” he said, a proud look in his eyes.

“Thanks, James,” you answered, giving him a bright smile. Sam was still staring at you in shock, and you rolled your eyes. “Come on, Sam! We’re going to be late!” you mocked, letting out an exasperated sigh.

Rhodey roared in laughter, while Sam snapped out of his trance, blushing slightly. “Yeah, let’s go,” he grumbled, and walked away, leaving you and Rhodey to laugh.

~~~~

An hour laughter, you had finally arrived in the city: New York City. You breathed in the city air as you stepped the SUV. The rest of the Avengers filed, and Pietro’s eyes widened as he gazed upon the city for the first time. “Bozhe,” he whispered. “It’s so big.” he fidgeted in his baggy shirt and skinny jeans, trying to look at everything at once.

You let out a small laugh at his amazement. “Sure is,” you agreed, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Welcome to one of the most beautiful cities in the world, Pietro.”

The Sokovian’s attention drifted down to you, and he leaned down. “I think I’ve seen something that far surpasses New York,” his breath tickled your ear, and your heart sped up, until you thought he could hear it. Leaning back up, Pietro smirked at the blush on your face, and kissed you on the forehead, walking over to his amazed sister. Dear God, he is actually going to give me a heart attack one day, you thought to yourself, as you watched the speedster strut back over to his sister.

“Okay, everyone!” your attention snapped to Steve, as he climbed out of the driver’s seat, standing next to you, and locked the car. He wore a baseball cap low over his face, and a tight shirt that showed off his muscles.  “Today is the first time Pietro and Wanda have been to New York-”

“My first time since I was a kid!” you piped in, but Steve ignored your outburst.

“-so let’s try to show them what makes this city great, okay?” everyone nodded, and Steve finally relaxed, his posture slumping, and his blue eyes growing brighter. “Good. Wanda?” he said, turning towards the brunette haired girl. She nodded, taking a deep breath as red energy dripped from her fingers. It made a bubble around her and Pietro, ruffling her gray dress, before spilling out towards the other Avengers. Natasha flinched slightly as it crept towards her, but she stood still as it engulfed her and Clint. Sam and Rhodey were next, before it finally reached Steve and you. From the look on his face, you could tell he was a bit wary of the idea, and you squeezed his hand, giving him a smile. He smiled back, as the red energy finally covered you and it felt like your fog and it felt like she was in control. and the lion was jealous as she wanted that wanted control, she wanted to feel power.

“Can no one see us now?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Wanda frowned, as if trying to find the words to express it. “Not exactly,” she answered, her voice slow and almost muffled. “Our faces and voices are disguised, so no one but us can see truth.”

“That’s so cool!” you exclaimed, and everyone laughed (to your chagrin).

Once Wanda’s spell was cast, everyone slowly started to move. Sam and Steve guided Wanda and Pietro through the city (They were so cute, you thought to yourself), while Rhodey chimed in every now and then with a piece of information they forgot. You hung in the back with Clint and Natasha. Clint had one arm slung around your waist, and the other around Nat’s shoulders. They shared stories with you from their SHIELD days, and you told them stories from your thief days.

“-so Remy shows up, half naked and hungover, looking for his belt, scaring the hell out of me, and I nearly sent him straight to hell!” you finished, tears leaking from your eyes from laughing so hard. Clint was doubled over in laughter, while Nat shook her head, but her amusement showed on her face.

“Did you get the diamond?” she asked, her lips twitching into a smile at your red face.

You shook your head, trying to catch your breath. “No,” you finally said, your voice breathy. “Remy was so drunk that while he was grabbing it, he knocked it over, and it shattered into a million pieces!” Clint was just catching his breath, when had another fit of laughter. I haven’t been this relaxed in forever, you thought to yourself, as a gentle sea breeze ruffled your dress, filling your nose with the smell of salt and comfort.

“Oh, God!” he wheezed, standing up, and wiping tears from his face. “That sounds like something Gumbo would do.”

You nodded in agreement, as he wrapped his arm around your waist once again, your nose suddenly filled with the smell of his minty aftershave, and the faint smell of Nat’s sweet lavender perfume on his cheek. “Exactly! So when we return to the hotel…” the peppiness and laughter drained out of your voice as you froze in the street, gazing at a closed store.

Clint was yanked back when you stopped, and he sent his best friend a curious glance. Your eyes were wide as you looked at the closed store in front of you. Jean’s Books, it read, and faint flowers could be seen on the fading red sign. Tears glistened in your eyes, and fire leapt in your hair. “(Y/N)?” he asked softly, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Steve looked back, and he frowned at the scene. Clint saw Tasha give a tiny shake of her head, giving them a sign to stop, before he turned his attention back to you.

“This was her store,” your voice was small when you answered, and the archer noticed the slight shaking of the ground beneath you. “Before she died.”

Clarity sparked in his eyes, and he pulled you into his arms, and you didn’t object. “Ah, (Y/N), I’m so sorry, kiddo,” he whispered into your ear, and you pulled back into reality, as you shook in his strong embrace. You saw Nat out of the corner of your eye, giving you a sympathetic smile, before snarling at a couple who was staring at you too long. But you could care less. You were stuck in the memory of-

You knew you could help her. If Logan would just let you talk to her, just let you talk to her, to make her see that you were both fire, but she could be good fire with you. But he just pushed you away, instructing you to stay down, and under no circumstances, look up, because he had had to do it. You nodded, and you heard the chink of his claws. And you looked up and you saw Logan with his claws buried in your sister and the world on fire and her eyes were black and blank and they stared at you and you scraped your fingernails on Logan’s healing face and you rain. You screamed and screamed and the earth shook and now you were on fire too like her and water sizzled and now you would become the queen of the sky and you felt like you were dying too and you ran and ran, thinking she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead ,she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s gone, she’s in a million pieces, she’s dead and she’s never coming back. You could have saved her but he killed her, and she’s dead and gone and she’s never coming back to you. Your sister was dead and your family was dead to you, too.

-of when your world was turned upside down. You could faintly hear Steve answer a phone, and Wanda and Pietro murmuring in Sokovian, and Sam and Rhodey saying what a poor girl. But Clint pulled you back into reality as you took a shuddering breath, pushing away old memories, and turning away from the store.

“(Y/N)?” Clint murmured, pulling away from you to brush away the tears and your cheek. “Are you okay?” his eyes searched yours, and you counted to ten, before nodding. He let out a sigh of relief, pulling you back into his embrace and you couldn’t tell if this was his protective instincts or something else.

“Guys,” Steve voice broke you out of your reverie, and you looked up. His blue eyes met yours, a silent conversation happening. You gave him a watery smile, and you could see him visibly relax, before focusing on the task at hand. “We have a situation.”

AN: Wow, that was a lot darker than I imagined.