I write Marvel, HP, and crossover fanfictions

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Pass the happy! 🌻 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

I’ll pass on the happy, but here’s ten people who needs it:

@gyan-me

@gyan-me

@gyan-me

@gyan-me

@gyan-me

@gyan-me

@gyan-me

@gyan-me

@gyan-me

@gyan-me

Yeah,,, they could use some happy.

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FRIDAY: Boss? You have an incoming call from ‘Spiderling’ would you like to answer it?

Tony: uhh, yeah sure.. Put him thru

Peter, over the phone: Hi Mr Stark! I know you’re probably busy but umm remember when we pranked Ms Romanoff?

Peter: ...well ClintandIaresortofhidingfromMsRomanoffintheairductsrightnowIthinkshesoutforblood!

Tony: kid! Hey kid, I need you to slow down.. start from the beginning— what’s going on?

Nat, from somewhere in the tower: CLINT BARTON YOU MOTHERFUCKER

Peter: wAs tHaT hEr ?!?!

Clint: shitttt

Tony: What the hell is going on?

Clint: Your spiderson and I played a prank on Nat and now she’s out for blood.

Tony: he’s not my—

Clint: we’re hiding in an air duct together. The prank we played was—

Peter: —was yOuR idea!!!

Clint: well anyways, we’re going to die together I guess. We’ll die like men.

Tony: ..like terrified sobbing men?

Peter & Clint: yepp

Nat: fOUND YOU

Peter & Clint: aaaAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Tony: AAAAAAHHHHHHH wHAT!?!!

Peter: shgsgsgafafagajjkjdhdjsjaba

Clint: ...is he having a medical emergency??

Nat: don’t worry I’m just here to kill Big Bird. Prepare to die.

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—later—

FRIDAY: Boss, you have an incoming call from Capsicle’ would you like to answer it?

Tony: no

FRIDAY: overriding request with protocol: THR

FRIDAY: that stands for Tony Has Responsibilities.

Tony: why did I mAke you—

Steve, over the phone: Good morning Tony, this is Steve—

Tony: I know I have caller ID.

Steve: ...ok aNyways, I’ve been hearing some strange noises coming from the ceiling

Steve: Nat said it’s most likely a bird or spider infestation?? Whatever that means. Can u take care of it? Thanks bye

Tony:

Tony: motherfu—

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I’m wheezing this is so good

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Remus: [to James] Just tell him about the birds and the bees.

Sirius: [100% serious] they’re disappearing at an alarming rate.

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hehe

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Harmony - Chapter 2

Hermione had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she was sick and tired of Ron being an arsehole to her. Blinded by her tears, she ran through the eerily empty halls of Hogwarts, and out one of the secret passages. 

Hermione had no clue which one of the passages she’d taken or where’d it lead her but she just wanted to sit down somewhere remote and cry. Ron had been being an obnoxious git to her for the last three years of her life, but recently, he’d taken to snapping at her almost whenever she uttered a single word.

Know-it-all,

Beaver,

Bitch,

Mudblood,

He’d called her. Sometimes behind closed doors, but also, to her humiliation, in public where curious eyes would stare at the bookworm as she was called names and being bullied by her supposed “best friend”.

It made her sick.

Stomach churning, Hermione stopped and leaned against a wall or railing of some sort. She sank down against the cold surface, and squinted her eyes shut. The brunette tried to regain her breath and control the tears that were currently streaming down her face. Quickly regaining control over her own body, she began to calm down. 

Looking down at the ground, she noticed a puddle and saw her reflection. Angrily, she noticed her face was still splotchy and red from running in the freezing temperature. Noticing her eyes were puffy as well, she huffed in frustration and kicked the puddle, splashing flecks of water on the stone.

Looking up, she noticed she was on the bridge where she and Harry would come sometimes on their walks to just talk. She chuckled and was about to pull herself up and head back before she missed breakfast, when she saw a reflection of a man in what remained of the puddle. 

Her head snapped up, along with her wild hair as she stared wide-eyed at her rugged yet handsome professor. As she stared at him, she noticed a strange emotion etched across his aging face... for now she would deem it as caution.

“Is everything alright Hermione?” Her DADA professor asked her, concerned.

Tearing her honey eyes away from him, she stared at a space in front of her. A million thoughts were rushing through her head as she tried to form a response to his words. 

A heavy silence filled the air as the concerned professor stood a few feet away from his star student. Internally, he berated himself. Of course everything’s not alright, she’s crying you fool! Moony screamed at him. The wolf inside that almost nobody knew about had taken hold of his conscious and was always there as he’d been for the past twenty-eight years. 

“No, I suppose not, Professor.” She sighed, watching as her now visible breath dissipated into the cold winter air.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He pressed, wanting to know what could possibly reduce the intelligent young girl to tears.

She huffed angrily. “Ron was just being an arsehole again,” Almost immediately after saying so, she turned beet red. “I-I’m so sorry professor, it just slipped out!” The teenage girl stammered out a string of apologies, not all audible.

Remus nearly laughed, this girl was adorable, he thought. “No need to apologize Miss Granger, judging by your tone and current state, I can assume he deserved it?” He finished, somewhat irked with the redhead for upsetting one of his favorite students.

To say Hermione was shocked would be an understatement. If it’d been any other professor, she certainly would’ve gotten points docked off! Her head whipped up, her chestnut curls following.

The brightest witch of her age might’ve even had a heart attack when she saw a calloused hand stretched out in front of her.

Hesitantly, she glanced back up at the scarred face that would bring her comfort for confirmation.

He smiled and lightly nodded, flexing his fingers a little as if to indicate it was alright.

Without a second thought, the brightest witch of her age placed her delicate hand in the werewolf’s rough and calloused ones. 

And for the first time in years, she felt truly safe, not like with Harry, where she felt all warm inside, but really safe. 

They stood there for a few moments in complete silence, save for the wind howling and a few owls hooting in the distance.

Mustering up the courage that was responsible for her sorting, the thirteen-year- old found her voice again.

“Thank you.” She breathed out. 

As if a switch had suddenly turned on in his head, the aging werewolf glanced down at his watch, an odd item for wizard to have, yet useful nonetheless.

“Merlin’s beard!” Remus exclaimed. “Breakfast is almost over, we’ll both be late for our next class if we don’t head back to the castle. Would you mind if I accompanied you on the way down?” Remus asked the young witch before him.

“Of course, professor.” She beamed up at him, buckteeth and all.

Discussing magical theories and various defense methods, the two made their way back to the castle and headed towards his classroom. Chatting animatedly, the pair hardly noticed the questioning looks they received from several portraits in the halls. Before they knew it, Remus and Hermione were standing in front of the DADA room.

Suddenly, Hermione remembered something.

“Professor,” Hermione started. “It’s Christmas...” She trailed off.

A shocked expression appeared on his face. “Well, I suppose an apology is due, I’m sorry for dragging you all the way here, especially on Christmas.” He profusely apologized.

Hermione laughed. “It’s quite alright professor, in fact, I really enjoyed spending my Christmas morning with you.” She shyly admitted, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

Beaming, Hermione happily hurried away towards the Library, eager to get in some reading time before lunch. However, she didn’t see the light smile that formed on Professor Lupin’s face as he watched her skip away. 

A smile that hadn’t been there for many years.

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Harmony Imagine

For all the Harmony lovers out there.

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Imagine it’s a few years after the war and Harry is really down and depressed because he and Ginny broke up since she didn’t love him, but the Boy-Who-Lived. He doesn’t have any parental figures in his life besides Arthur, Molly, and Remus. (Remus is still alive)

Hermione also hasn’t been doing so well ever since she caught Ron in bed with Lavender Brown. She notices how sad Harry is, and with her knowledge of Ancient Ruins, Hermione decides to try and bring Sirius back from the veil

one more time.

She succeeds, but nearly loses her life in doing so. Harry, Remus, and Sirius (who feels he owes a huge debt to her) help Hermione recover and gain back her strength. 

Harry especially plays a huge role in helping Hermione recover, and they realize they might be more than just friends.

Also they all live in Grimmauld place together, and there would be a lot of angst between Remus and Hermione over the fact that she’s not safe from him during the full moon.

Sirius and Harry would have a lot of bonding time (ie. quidditch, motorbike flying, just talking, wizard’s chess, story time, etc.

They would all be suPER protective over each other.

Will include slowburn!harmony, dad!remus, dad!sirius, bashing!ron, and bashing!ginny

(I’ve thought this out too much, help)

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Harmony - Chapter One

“Oy! Presents!” A shout came from across the room.

Harry sat up groggily and reached for his glasses. He blinked a few times until his vision was focused on Ronald Weasley hurriedly opening presents.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Hermione?” Harry asked him, not wanting his crush other best friend to feel left out.

Ron merely grumbled and folded his arms, glaring down at the floor.

Harry chose to just ignore the redhead’s grumbling, and went to the common room to get Hermione.

He ran up the stairs and began yelling her name, when all of a sudden, the stairs turned into a slide and he slid back down.

“’Mione!” He shouted from the bottom of the stairs/slide. 

A bushy haired witch wearing her nightgown and holding an angry, orange, fuzzball in her hands appeared at the top of the steps.

She pressed her palm against her mouth, stifling a laugh. When she saw Harry’s expression though, she couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

And Harry thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“Oh Harry, you’re so silly!” She teasingly scolded him. “Don’t you know that boys can’t go into the girls’ dormitories? It’s in Hogwarts, A History. Honestly, am I the only one who bothers to read?!” She finished, chuckling under her breath.

As she descended down the stairs, Harry took her hand in his, and he could’ve sworn he saw a blush tinting her face.

Grinning, Harry jogged up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory, pulling Hermione behind him.

Slightly out of breath with her face flushed, the brightest witch of her age flopped down rather ungracefully onto Harry’s bed.

Crookshanks had jumped out of her arms when they were coming up the stairs, and was now prowling around the room, tail swishing back and forth.

“OY! WHAT’S THAT BLOODY CAT DOING HERE?!” Ron bellowed, holding Scabbers protectively against his chest.

Crookshanks’ yellow eyes just narrowed at the squirming rat in the young Weasley’s arms.

“DON’T YOU SEE HOW HE’S LOOKING AT SCABBERS?? GET HIM OUTTA HERE!” Ron aimed a misjudged kick at the half-kneazle, only to hit Harry’s trunk with his foot.

Ron howled in pain, and hopped up and down on one foot. To Hermione, it was rather amusing and she couldn’t help but feel that he deserved what he’d gotten.

Harry had to stifle a laugh as well, seeing as the whole thing was rather amusing. He just wished his two best friends could get along better though.

When the pain finally subsided for Ron, he glared darkly at Hermione, and she was almost concerned for the flash of hatred in his eyes.

Clearing his throat, Harry changed the subject and suggested they get back to opening presents. Reaching over, Harry grabbed an oddly shaped parcel at the foot of his bed.

He quickly unwrapped it, eager to see what it was. And boy was he shocked.

It was a new broomstick.

Not just any new broomstick, but the newest of new broomsticks.

It was the Firebolt. 

Harry admired the glossy wood and traced his fingers over the engraving of the model’s name on the handle. 

Ron just gaped. Hermione could’ve sworn she saw drool seep out of his mouth as well, and she scrunched up her nose in disgust.

“Harry, is that-” Ron lamely started.

“Yeah,” Harry breathed, admiring the beautiful broom. “It’s a Firebolt!”

“Do you know who sent it?” Hermione inquired, looking over his shoulder for a note.

“Erm... no.” Harry answered, somewhat disappointed. 

Instead of looking happy for him, Hermione almost looked... concerned.

“D’you reckon it was Lupin?” Ron asked, his mouth full with a chocolate frog someone had sent him.

“Professor Lupin.” Hermione chided, earning a glare from the Weasley.

“I don’t think Lupin has the kind of money to afford something like this, Ron.” Harry stated, entirely sure it was someone else who’d sent it.

“Well who cares who gave it to you, let’s take her for a fly!” Ron happily sprung up and practically ripped the broom from Harry’s arms.

“I don’t think anyone should ride that broom just yet!” Hermione piped up, slightly unsure of herself.

Ron just rolled his eyes. “What d’you think Harry’s gonna do with it, sweep the floor?” Ron rudely finished.

Hermione just ducked her head, mumbling out apologies before exiting the room, Crookshanks not too far behind her. 

Harry frowned. He didn’t want her to be upset, especially not on Christmas. His thoughts were interrupted when Ron snorted.

“Right bitch that one is, isn’t she?” He narrowed his eyes at the door that she’d just walked through. 

Unknown to Ron, Hermione had heard everything he’d said and was now running out of the Griffindor common room, with tears streaming down her face.

Harry whirled around to face Ron, his emerald eyes filled with rage.

“HOW COULD YOU?! SHE’S OUR FRIEND!” He furiously yelled at his former best mate.

“No, she was yours. I never gave a flying shit about her,” Ron confessed to Harry.

The Boy-Who-Lived took a deep breath and calmly walked towards the door, not wanting the fight to escalate.

“Bloody know-it-all.” Ron muttered the last part to himself, but Harry heard him.

He stopped and without really thinking it through, he punched the redhead square in the nose and heard a satisfying crunch.

“BLOODY HELL, MATE!” Ron screeched as he fell to the ground, clutching his broken, bleeding nose.

Harry swiftly turned around, and stalked out of the room and into the common room. He felt slightly guilty, but Ron had been a right git, so he deserved it.

“’Mione?” He called up the stairs. When he heard no response, he tried to climb them again, only to remember it wouldn’t work.

“Shit.” He swore under his breath, pacing at the bottom of the stairs. He ran a hand through his messy, jet-black hair when he noticed something.

It was Crookshanks. 

There was no way Hermione would leave him down here while she went up to the girls’ dormitories. 

And with that, the young wizard left the Griffindor Common Room and began to search for the love of his life his best friend.

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Tattoo Girl (teen!sirius x reader one-shot)

All hear could hear was the music.

The loud, booming, obnoxious music.

He pushed his way through the crowd, shoving blondes and brunettes alike away from him as they threw themselves at his figure. 

Drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, Sirius Black stumbled towards the large red sofa in the middle of the common room. Exhausted, he flopped down on it and closed his eyes. 

Griffindor had just won the house cup, and as unofficial official co-captain to the Griffindor Quiditch team, he ought to be more happy.

But he wasn’t.

Everything around him was a blur. He saw Peter passed out cold on the floor after doing too many shots.

James was being paraded around the common room with the Quiditch cup in arms, his eyes on a certain muggleborn witch the whole time.

Remus was nowhere to be seen, probably reading somewhere in their dormitory.

Everyone had a purpose, everyone was doing something. What about him? Why was he here? Why did he even come to this fucking party?

Shaking his head, he brought the bottle of firewhisky to his lips, but before he could drown himself in his sorrows, he saw something.

And he realized his purpose.

It was her.

His eyes blinked in and out of focus as he watched her smile and laugh at something, a bottle of firewhisky hanging loosely from one hand, while the other was placed flirtatiously on some Hufflepuff’s bicep.

He instantly clenched his fist and his nails dug deep into his hand and the crescent shaped scars begin to bleed once more. 

But he didn’t even notice.

All he could focus on was that this beautiful woman was flirting with another man in front of him. 

A woman he’d only ever admired from afar.

Sirius stumbled towards them, not even noticing the firewhisky fall from his hand. He brought his right fist up, ready to beat the son of a bitch when he saw something.

He smirked.

The sly witch was discreetly pocketing something that looked suspiciously like a pouch of galleons that was currently missing from her victim’s robe pockets.

She threw her head back again and that beautiful sound came spilling out of her mouth again.

From that moment on, Sirius Black knew that he would do anything to hear that sound again. 

He was hooked.

He must’ve been staring, because she saw him, and her piercing dark blue eyes looked straight into his stormy gray ones.

She winked at him.

He couldn’t believe it. 

For the first time in his life, Sirius now realized how all the meaningless girls he’d ever flirted with before then left hung to dry had felt like.

He didn’t like it.

Not. One. Bit.

When his eyes snapped back into focus, he saw her walking away from her oblivious victim.

Then, he noticed something he hadn’t before. 

The treasure before him was wearing a backless mini dress, her creamy white flesh used as a canvas for the most beautiful artwork he’d ever seen.

He let a growl slip out his mouth, the sound startling a couple of Ravenclaws huddled near him. 

Almost as if in a trance, he stalked towards the raven-haired beauty before him, appreciating the full view of her swaying hips as she walked towards the shots table.

She picked up a shot glass full of firewhisky, and brought it to her crimson colored lips. She took a large swig and slammed it back down. 

As she turned around and began to walk away, she slammed into a brick wall.

But as she looked up through her thick lashes, she realized it wasn’t a brick wall at all, but Sirius Black.

The infamous man-whore of Griffindor. 

He smirked down at the petit girl still pressed against his chest, her cheeks lightly flushed as she mumbled an apology and tried to leave. 

But he placed his large hands on her hips and held the green-eyed girl in place.

“What the fuck do you want, Black.” She glared back up at him, green meeting gray.

“Ooh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He teased her, lightly.

“My mother’s dead.” She stated, as if it was a completely normal thing.

His eyes widened in panic. “Oh! Oh god, I’m so sorry,” He stammered out in apology, running a hand through his black locks.

To his surprise, she laughed.

It was the most wonderful sound in the world.

“Don’t be. She was a right bitch, my mother.” She said, picking up another shot of firewhisky. “She got what was coming for her. Pissed off the wrong people, and bet on the wrong odds.” She waved her hand in the air, rolling her eyes as she did so.

Who was this gift from god in front of him. Wow. They both had serious mommy issues.

Sirius cleared his throat. “So, you gonna tell me about your Mark?” He said, quickly changing the subject.

She smirked. “You saw that?” She asked him curiously.

“It was kinda hard not to.” He smugly smirked.

She smirked right back at him, before lifting up the Potter family ring in her small hand. “Yeah, it was kind hard not to,” she agreed.

His face blanched. He tore his eyes away from her, and looked down at his right hand.

It was gone.

He laughed. “Holy fucking shit, you’re amazing.” His voice was filled with awe.

She moved closer to him and slid the ring back onto his finger. 

“So I’ve been told,” she purred.

Without thinking, he seized her face with both hands, and kissed her on the lips. She moaned into the kiss, and leaned further into his body, her eyes fluttering in pleasure.

As soon as their lips had touched, the blasting music and chatter of people around them ceased and faded into the background. Sirius’ gray eyes shut in the pleasure he relished from her lips.

She draped both arms around his neck and passionately kissed him back, shot glass falling out of her hand. She couldn’t hear anyone around them, it was just the two of them with nobody else there. 

When they broke apart for air, Sirius was panting while the beauty before him was smirking, her face a little flushed.

“That was..” Sirius was unable to describe what he just felt.

“Amazing.” She finished, grinning widely.

They both just stared at each other for a moment, lost in each others lust-filled eyes when she finally spoke.

“How about we take this... somewhere a bit more private?” She wryly suggested, making him grin.

“I think I like the sound of that.” He told her, as he scooped her up into his muscular arms and took her upstairs, where Remus hopefully wouldn’t be. 

And then, it was just him and his tattoo girl.

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Harmony Cast

Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter

Emma Watson as Hermione Granger

Rupert Grint as Ronald Weasley

David Thewlis as Remus Lupin

Gary Oldman as Sirius Black

Ralph Fiennes as Lord Voldemort

Michael Gambon as Albus Dumbledore

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Harmony

True friendship and love means more than any broomstick ever could. When Hermione fears for her best friend and secret crush’s safety after he receives a Firebolt quite possibly from an Azkaban-escapee, she decides to tell her Head of House. Of course, we know all of this, but what if instead of eventually reconciling, Ron lashes out and bullies Hermione? What if Harry never was actually mad at her in the first place? After Ron’s true colors show, The Golden Trio is no more, and now, it’s just...

Harmony.

~ Warning ~

mentions of abuse, 

self-harm, 

and dark themes

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Dark Avengers - Chapter Three

P L A N E T :  X A N D A R ,  1 9 8 6

S T E P H E N

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All he could hear were the screams of the Xandarian people as loved ones were torn apart and separated into two distinct sides. 

They had been taken by surprise, and had no choice but to seek shelter in the small shack outside of their small house and hope it would be enough to conceal them from the Titan’s wrath. 

Sarah Rogers wrapped her son up in her arms and held him close to her chest. She silenced his short yelps with the palm of her hand, making sure they wouldn’t be given away.

Sarah felt tears trickle down her cheeks as she imagined what the madman had done to her beloved husband. The last time they’d seen them was when he was distracting The Titan’s soldiers by fighting back, killing a few of them. 

Sarah let out a silent cry in anguish as she heard the love of her life yell out in pain as he was viciously stabbed through the chest, over and over again, until he was dead. 

Her poor son had no idea what was happening, and he wasn’t aware that his father just died, but he was terrified nonetheless. He lay in his mother’s arms, panting as he prayed and prayed for the bad men to just go away, but sadly, his prayers were never answered.

He was confused at first when he saw the startling blu color seep underneath the door. Steve heard his mother inhale sharply and cover his eyes as the dark blue stream grew closer and closer until the smell hit him.

Blood.

His father’s.

Then he made the worst or best mistake of his life, he screamed. 

His mother was too shocked by the blood seeping under the door of the shack, that she didn’t cover his mouth in time. 

It was silent.

Then, something ripped the door off of its hinges, and the next thing he knew, his mother was ripped away from him by a dark grey creature, and he was thrust into the arms of another one. 

He screamed and cried for his mother, but the last time he ever saw her, she was struggling in vain to free herself from her captors to no avail. 

“STEPHEN!” Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs until it hurt too much to do so.

The last time she ever saw her son, he was at the far end of the court, his back facing her. A large purple hand was clasped firmly on the frail boy’s shoulder, and it appeared as if he was admiring something. She strained her neck to get a better view, and she only got a glimpse of...

A shield.

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“MOTHER! MOTHER! MOTHER, WHERE ARE YOU?! MOTH-” Stephen was cut off by a hand clamping his mouth shut and another grabbing his arm and hauling him away from the screaming crowd of Xandarians.

He clawed at his captor’s hand, and tried to get free, but to no avail. Finally, he was able to wrench himself free after he bit down hard on his strangely colored creature. 

He heard the alien screech in pain and lunge at him in attempt to drag him back to his master, but Steve was too quick.

The young Xandarian may have been sickly and frail, but he was quick on his feet. He ran through the crowds and yelled for his mother, but there were too many other people in the crowds. 

He didn’t see her.

Suddenly, a bluish grey alien grabbed his arm harshly, albeit gentler than his prior captor and thrust him into one of the screaming crowds of Xandarians. He was instantly swallowed by the crowd, and could no longer tell which direction was which or who he was even standing amongst.

Stephen tried to run away and out of the crowd after he was thrust right into the heart of it, but there were too many others around him. 

But he never gave up.

He tried and tried, and became frantic once the guns were pointed straight at him. He closed his eyes and waited for the guns to fire, and for him to be killed. 

The frail boy amongst hundreds upon hundreds of Xandarians prayed for his death to be quick, and that his mother hadn’t wound up in the same crowd as him. 

He could feel the breath leave his mouth, and he imagined it being the last on he’d ever take, when a booming voice pulled him out of his trance. 

“Not this one.” The Titan himself said, pointing at the young boy.

Hastily, two of his soldiers grabbed him by his skinny arms and dragged him through the remainder of the crowd and to the large leather-clad feet of the madman.

- - - - - - - 

All he could feel was shock.

Why him? Did the universe finally answer my prayers? What about my mother?

This last question caused him to come out of shock, and begin resisting the aliens dragging him to the best of his ability. 

But Steve was a sickly child, and these soldiers were strong grown warriors and his futile attempts to escape only irritated them. 

When they thrust him in front of the Mad Titan, he could feel his tiny body trembling, not in fear, 

but rage.

With newfound bravery, the young boy stood up shakily on his two small feet and looked the Titan straight in the eye. 

“What’s wrong, my boy?” The imposing figure asked the shaking child. 

“My mother. Where is my mother?” Stephen boldly demanded of the Titan.

The huge man only chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement.

The huge man kneeled down, so he was closer to the golden haired child’s height.

“What’s your name?” The Titan asked.

“Stephen. Stephen Rogers.” The young boy answered.

“You’re quite the fighter, Stephen.” The Titan complimented the boy.

The Titan offered the brave boy his callused hand, and to both of their surprise, he took it.

Stephen let the intimidating man lead him away from the screaming crowds of Xandarians, and to their sacred temple where they worshipped their High Priestess.

The Titan knelt down once they were away from prying eyes and tortured screams. He reached behind his back and pulled out a round shield with a single white star surrounded by blue painted in the center. It had red and white stripes surrounding it, and it seemed huge to the small seven-year old.

“See this?” The supposed madman asked the child as he handed the shield to him. “Strong, isn’t it?” 

Stephen expected the shield to be heavy, but to his surprise, it was quite light. 

The Titan pulled out something else from behind his back, from who knows where and clasped it onto the young Xandarian’s wrist.

“What does it do?” The curious boy asked, forgetting about all his worries from before.

The Titan chuckled. 

“This, my boy can be used to summon the shield to your arm in a matter of seconds by scanning brain patterns. It’s magnetized as well, see,” The Titan gently took the shield from the young boy and hovered it above the cuff on his forearm. It instantly attached, leaving the young boy speechless.

Stephen had never seen anything quite like it, since he was merely a civilian and didn’t have the privilege of living anywhere close to the High Priestess’ castle or court. As he looked down at the shield magnetized to his forearm, he felt an unfamiliar feeling.

Power. 

“You see, my boy, there is only one star with an even amount of stripes surrounding it...

It’s perfectly balanced, as all things should be.” The Titan finished with a smile on his face.

A look of awe crossed Stephen’s face, and he yearned to hold the spangled shield once more. 

The Titan must have seen the fleeting look on his face, because he used his sheer strength to remove the shield from the magnetized cuff. 

“Here, you try.” He held out the shield to Stephen, and the young boy eagerly accepted it. 

He carefully placed the shield on the ground, and focused as hard as he could on summoning the shield to his arm. 

But it was hard to focus with all of the screams in the distance that would forever haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. He turned his head to look, but the Titan gently pushed it back towards the shield. 

“Concentrate.” The Titan instructed him. 

Stephen’s eyebrows scrunched up, and his eyes narrowed on the round body of the shield. All of the sudden, he heard a faint whoosh and the click of the shield connecting with his forearm. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much kickback, so he didn’t immediately fall over.

“There! You’ve got it.” The Titan gave the young boy a small grin and clapped gently on the back.

“But, I do have one question,” Stephen averted his eyes from the intimidating figure. “Where did you get this shield from?” 

“Well my boy, you’re not the only young child who’s caught my attention these past couple of years. One of my children, Anthony, has quite the gifted mind. You see, he’s the one who designed and forged this shield clasped on your arm right now. I’m sure you two shall enjoy each other’s company.” The Titan finished, pride clearly evident in his voice. 

Stephen smiled. He’d never really had any friends before, besides Bucky. But his former best friend had died a few years ago in a tragic mining accident led by none other than Stephen’s own father.

But then Stephen realized what the Titan was saying. 

The infamous intergalactic warlord wanted Stephen Rogers to come live with him on his gigantic warship.

Just the very idea of it almost made Stephen laugh, before he remembered who was in his company. 

Once again, The Titan held out his large hand for Stephen’s smaller one to take.

“Come with me, my boy. Together, we will conquer many planets and people alike. You can become powerful. You can help me save the universe!” The Titan encouraged him. 

“Together?” The young Xandarian asked.

“Together.” Replied Thanos.

With one final glance over his shoulder, Stephen saw the pile of corpses and knew that there was no future here for him on Xandar.

So with his red, white, and blue shield in one hand and Thanos’ large purple one in the other, Stephen Rogers left the only life he’d ever known and started all over again.

But he never forgot where he came from.

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Dark Avengers - Chapter Two

R E A L M :  A S G A R D ,  1 9 8 6

T H O R

- - - - - - 

“Frigga, take the children to safety and stay there until I come back,” Odin firmly ordered his wife.

“But father, we want to fight! We can kill and defeat the Dark Order together!” The excited prince exclaimed.

The Allfather knelt down so that he was his son’s height. He firmly clapped his large hand on the young boy’s shoulder and reassured him,

“Thor, I promise you that one day, when you’re older, we will fight side by side in battle together.” 

“But I wanna fight now!” The young prince complained, not realizing just how dangerous war could be.

“That’s quite enough, Frigga, take the boys down to the vault for safety, and don’t let them leave.” And with that, the Allfather swiftly exited the throne room and prepared for the battle of his life.

Disapointed, Thor gave in and let his mother guide him and his brother to the vault where they’d be safe.

“Mother, I’m scared.” Whimpered Thor’s younger brother, Loki.

“Don’t worry Loki, I’ll protect you!” Thor said, puffing up his chest to look bigger and stronger.

Frigga let out a soft laugh as they hurried down to the vault.

“My boys, one day, you will both become fine warriors, and you will no longer need to be afraid anymore.”

“Will we become Valkyries, like Brunnhilde?!” Thor excitedly asked his mother, jumping up and down.

Loki snorted and his mother let out another soft laugh. 

“Darling, Valkyries are female warriors, you will become not a Valkyrie, but a noble king for the nine realms,” Frigga told him, gently ruffling his hair. “Now hurry along, we’ve almost reached the vault.”

Suddenly, a shout echoed throughout the halls.

“They’ve breached the wall, they’re coming into the castle! Get the Queen and the Princes to safety!” Heimdall shouted from outside, using his magic to project his booming voice. 

Loki jerked his head up looking at his mother, fear evident in his eyes. 

They all began running towards the vault, which was so close, when three Dark Elves in alliance with the Mad Titan came from the opposite side in the corridor, effectively blocking them from the vault. Thor looked up at their mother to see what they could do next, and had to push down his fear when he saw her face pale.

“Boys. Listen to me and listen very carefully,” She instructed them. She had both of her son’s attention. “No matter what happens, I want you to run straight for the vault and don’t open it for anyone unless it’s your father, Heimdall, or me. Alright? Can you do that my sons?” She frantically instructed them as the Dark Elves approached. 

“Well what do we have here?” The Dark Elf leading the trio, presumably the leader said, an evil grin etched on his face.

“Malekith,” Frigga spat with hate. “Your business is with Odin and I, not with my sons. Let them go, and you can do what you wish with me.” 

“I think that we’ll just kill you all!” Malekith the Accursed exclaimed, his voice filled with glee. And with that, all three dark elves proceeded to charge towards the mother and her two sons, swords and knives brandished. 

“RUN!” Frigga screamed at her sons, praying to the Allfathers that they would reach safety in time. 

“But mother-” Thor and Loki both protested.

“GO! YOU PROMISED!” She screamed at them, using her magic to fend off the three Dark Elves. She could feel her magic weakening as they threw themselves against the magical barrier.

“THOR, PROTECT YOUR BROTHER!” Frigga instructed him, sweat from her forehead. 

Regretfully, the blonde prince dragged his raven-haired brother away from their mother, kicking and screaming. 

“MOTHER! MOTHER! NO, MOTH-” Loki’s screaming was cut off by Thor slinging his scrawny brother over his shoulder and running as fast as his legs could carry him towards the vault.

When they reached the vault, Thor practically threw Loki and himself inside of the vault and proceeded to lock and bolt it shut so no one could get inside. But before the huge metal door banged shut, both princes got one last glimpse of their mother, as she was fatally stabbed by none other than their leader, 

Malekith.

By now, Loki was screaming and crying for his mother, and Thor had tears streaming down his face. He held Loki as he cried and comforted his younger brother. 

Thor knew that Loki would probably never forgive him for what he had done, but he had done it to protect his younger brother. It was his duty.

After what seemed like ages passed, the distant sounds of battle and swords clashing faded away, and both brothers began to take in their surroundings.

The vault looked more like a treasury than, well, a vault. There was a huge gauntlet encrusted with brightly colored jewels sitting upon a gleaming pedestal made from gold. There were jewels as far as the eye could see, and to the two young boys, the room seemed endless. 

But what caught both of the prince’s eyes was the gleaming crimson jewel suspended in the air, surrounded by a circular beam of light, protecting it from any and all outsiders. 

In front of the entrancing stone, there was a large boulder with a silver hammer partially buried inside it. As Thor walked closer, he could see that a name branded on the side of the hammer.

Mjolnir

The name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he’d heard it from. Then he thought back to all the stories his father had told them of the kingdom’s treasury and all of their riches and gold. Then it hit him, this was the Mjolnir, which only someone worthy could wield! 

Almost as if in a trance, the boy walked towards the hammer, ignoring his younger brother’s shouts as someone pounded against the doors of the treasury. 

The golden-haired prince reached out and trailed his fingertips across the intricate design of the hammer. As he reached the handle, he grasped it without hesitation and pulled it up and out of the boulder right as the treasury doors blast open, throwing his brother across the room and knocking him out cold. 

As he lifted the powerful hammer above his head, a golden light enveloped him, as well as bright blue sparks and bolts of lightning that crackled around in the air around him. All of the sudden, a booming sound erupted above them, and it almost sounded like...

Thunder

Finally, the young prince became a god and he felt the power of the Allfathers surge through him as he was claimed by the Gods before him. The booming thunder echoed throughout the room. 

It was then and there that Thor Odinson became the God of Thunder.

With a newfound confidence, the young god channeled the power of Mjolnir through his body, and flew up and into the air, charging at the Titan’s army with all the strength he had. 

The Titan leader was intrigued by the young god and was in awe of the sheer power he now possessed. He and the rest of his army and allies broke out of their trance and did their best to fight off the boy. 

Even though he’d just become a god, the golden-haired boy hadn’t harnessed enough power to defeat the Mad Titan. As the boy swung his hammer and electrocuted some of his best warriors, the Titan decided to take the young god under his wing. 

Growing tired at the incompetence of his army, the Titan decided that this needed to end. Spying the frail-looking form of the other young boy in the room, he quickly assumed that this must be Prince Loki, Odin’s youngest son. Knowing just how protective Thor must be of his brother, he grabbed the raven-haired prince by the back of his neck and hoisted him high enough for his older brother to see. 

“THOR, SON OF ODIN.” The Titan’s booming voice rang out as he held Prince Loki up for display. 

Thor’s head swivelled around and when he saw the giant titan holding his brother by the back of his neck, he ceased all and any attacks upon the Titan’s vast army. 

“LET HIM GO!” Thor yelled at the titan, fearing for his brother’s life. 

“I will let him go, little one, if you give me something in return.” The Titan negotiated with the young god. 

“What could you possibly want? Gold? Riches?” The brave prince impatiently asked the Titan.

“I wish to possess the Aether.” The tall man told the boy standing in his shadow.

Thor’s face betrayed no signs of fear.

“Take it.” Thor replied without hesitation.

A smirk crept up onto the seemingly cold-hearted titan as he knelt down to the young boy’s level. 

“I also want you, my child.” He informed the Prince of Asgard.

Thor stiffened. He had no idea what the Mad Titan could possibly want with him, but the giant of a man still held his younger brother by his neck. 

“I shall go with you, if you promise spare my brother,” He bravely agreed with the Titan. “But I have one condition.” He finished, only a small hint of hesitation in his voice.

“And what might that be, my child?” The Titan asked the boy, amusement in his voice.

“You and your army will never come to Asgard again or harm anyone who lives in this kingdom along with my family ever again.” Thor firmly stated.

The Titan held out his large callused hand to Thor.

“You have an agreement, my child. Come with me and I will teach you the true ways of a warrior and how to harness your newfound power.” The Titan promised.

“But before I go, I want to know your name.” Thor curiously asked the intimidating man.

“My name is Thanos.”

And with that, Thor took Thanos’ hand and allowed himself to be led out of the treasury, then the palace, then Asgard itself. 

“Farewell Asgard, may we meet again.” Thor muttered under his breath.

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Dark Avengers - Chapter One

P L A N E T :  T E R R A :  1 9 8 4

T O N Y

- - - - - - 

“Father?”

“Hmm.”

“Look, I build it myself! Do you like it?”

His father glanced over at the miniature robot his eight year old son had built.

“It’s not good enough.” Howard Stark simply stated before resuming with his paperwork.

“When will it be good enough?” Tony asked his father, hoping that one day he’d have his approval.

“It will be good enough the day you actually put some effort into making it!” Howard sternly told Tony. “Now leave, you’ve already wasted enough of my time.

Tears filled chocolate brown eyes.

“But papa,” Tony started tugging on his father’s sleeve.

Suddenly, large hands gripped the collar of Tony’s shirt, and he was looking into cerulean blue eyes that were filled with anger. 

“What did you say?! WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!” The elder Stark roared, spittle flying into young Tony’s face.

“P-pa-papa,” Sobbed the eight year old child as he tried to look anywhere but his father’s hatred-filled eyes.

“YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS FATHER, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! ” Howard screamed at his son, shaking him furiously.

“Y-yes, I’m s-sor-sorry,” Tony stuttered in attempt to get his father to stop shaking him like a rag doll.

“MY SON WILL NOT BE WEAK, YOU MUST BE MADE OF IRON! DO YOU HEAR ME?!” Howard grasped Tony’s face in his large hands and roughly turned it towards his. He looked his son straight in the eye, 

“You must be made of Iron.” He said, much more calmly than before.

Tony furiously nodded as the words that had been shouted at him in one of his father’s furious rages repeated themself inside his head.

Finally, Howard let go of his son and resumed his paperwork. 

“Now take that atrocious thing you call a robot and Without even looking up from the documents, he took the robot his only son had made, and threw it at Tony’s feet. 

With tears in his eyes, Tony picked up the robot and quickly walked as fast as he could out of the room. 

Looking down, he saw that the robot hadn’t been dented the slightest bit even though his papa father had violently thrown him at his feet. While examining the little robot’s exterior, he remembered the words his father had implanted inside his brain at a young age.

“You cannot be weak, you must be made of iron.”

“Crying is for boys, you must become a man if you want my approval.”

Filled with a newfound determination, he clutched the robot to his chest and hugged it so tight, it was as if he’d never let it go. 

“You’re stronger than I ever could be,” Tony whispered, voice full of admiration down to the robot. “You’re just how my father wants you to be, made of iron. You’re not even real, yet you’re more of a man than I’ll ever be.” Tony finished, almost enviously. 

“You need a name, a name that people will one day fear and respect. I’m gonna call you,”

Iron Man.

Tony smiled to himself, and happily skipped to his room where he spent the rest of the day tinkering with his new best friend and seeing what else he could do to make Iron Man invincible.

A few months went by, and fall turned into winter, and everything seemed to be going fine, when one day, Tony overheard his father and another woman discussing something urgently.

“Peggy, if the Tesseract is really there, then we have to try and get it! We might never get another opportunity like this!” His father urgently told the woman, as if trying to convince her he was right.

But the woman didn’t budge. “Howard, I know how badly you want the Tesseract to experiment and whatnot on it, but we have no idea how the Tesseract will react after being stuck in the ice for so long!” The woman scolded his father, which was a rare sight to see.

Tony didn’t know what this Tesseract was, but maybe if he could get it, his father would love him and he would become a man just like Iron Man!

Eagerly, the eight year old ran to his father’s lab and used the giant computer to search all existing databases for this Tesseract. 

He kept on sneaking down their to do research for a few more weeks, before his father finally caught him. Luckily, Tony had just had a major breakthrough on how to contain any possible explosion caused by the Tesseract.

It was in December, almost Christmas, when Tony snuck down to the lab and pulled up his research file. He was furiously jotting down notes and scribbling equations when a booming voice echoed throughout the lab.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, boy.” His father said, anger building up in his voice. 

“I-I was ju-just,” Tony stuttered, fidgeting with his hands and looking everywhere in the room except his father. 

“Spit it out, son. What the hell are you doing?!” Howard boomed, his patience wearing thin.

Well here goes nothing, Tony thought.

“I was researching the Tesseract!” Tony blurted out.

His father froze, not expecting such an answer. He quickly recovered and with only a small hint of anger asked Tony why he would do such a thing.

“I j-just wanted to m-make you proud, father. I just wanted you to love me.” Tony confessed, secretly hoping that his father would reassure and hug him. “Do you love me?” He slowly asked, trying to avoid his father’s gaze.

“Tony, I- I,” Howard tried to answer his son’s simple question carefully. “Of course I-,” Howard was cut off by a beeping sound coming from the computer. Father and son rushed over and were amazed by what they saw. 

Feeling a surge of pride in his son, something he hadn’t felt in years, Howard gently ruffled Tony’s hair. 

“I’m proud of you son.”

That was all Tony had ever wanted to hear.

- - - - - - 

With Tony’s research as well as Howard and Peggy’s, in a few months, S.H.I.E.L.D. was able to go and retrieve the Tesseract with zero casualties and zero collateral damage. 

As Howard Stark examined the Tesseract in his lab, there was still one mystery he had yet to solve. What exactly did the Tesseract do? Well, there was only one way to find out.

He looked down at the control panel, and used the surprisingly efficient (with the exception of Dum-E which was the first one) robot hands his son had built to gently grab the Tesseract and move it towards him. He was frightened that touching such a powerful object could vaporize him, so he called his son into the room.

“Son, how would you like to become a hero?” He asked his son, throwing out the bait.

“I would love that, Pa- I mean Father.” He quickly corrected, bashfully glancing up at Howard. 

Howard painted a fake smile on his face and looked back down at his son. He kneeled down, so his face was level with Tony’s and softly said,

“Anthony, I’m proud of you. You’re not made of iron yet, but you’re finally becoming a man. If you hold the Tesseract for me to see how we can use it, you can finally become both; iron and man. Will you make me proud, son?”

Tony jerked his head up. He wasn’t stupid after all, he knew the risks when handling the Tesseract. “But what if-” He started.

“Do you want to become a man made of iron, or not?” His father pressed, his patience wearing thin. 

“Of c-course, f-father.” He stuttered, frightened for what was about to come. He tentatively walked towards the glowing blue cube, and he could practically feel the energy radiating off of it. 

“Go on,” Howard encouraged him. He hadn’t even noticed he’d stopped to admire the entrancing object.

Gingerly, the young boy reached out with his eyes squeezed shut and lightly touched the cube with his index finger. He let out his breath which he hadn’t known he was holding when he wasn’t instantly vaporized the second his flesh touched the cube. 

He looked back at his father to see what he should do next, even though he already knew what was going to come.

“Great job, Anthony! Now you just have to grab it and focus on the energy and channel it through your body. 

Hesitantly, Tony grabbed the Tesseract with both of his small hands, and lifted it up and off of the pedestal it was currently on. By now, a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists and specialists had arrived and were instantly alarmed when they saw a boy who looked no older than eight holding one of the most dangerous and powerful artifacts known to mankind, with his father encouraging him to do so. 

“ARE YOU MAD?! HE’S JUST A CHILD!!” Peggy Carter frantically screamed at Howard, trying to press any button to make it stop. 

“Don’t worry, Margaret, the boy’ll be fine. See?” Howard calmly stated, gesturing to the boy who was holding the cube with an awestruck look on his face. 

“Now Anthony, channel the energy through your body and try to make the Tesseract do something.”

Tony did as his father asked, and focused on the Tesseract’s sheer power and energy. He imagined it flowing through his body and tried to think of his happiest memories to make it do something. He thought of the time he and his father, as well as his mother sat in the living room drinking hot coca as snow was falling outside. Tony Stark thought long and hard about this memory and before he knew it, he was enveloped in blue and grey smoke, filled with electricity and power. 

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in his father’s lab. In fact, he was in the same exact living room that he had been thinking about in his memories.

So it teleports you! He thought. He ran back down to the lab, grasping the Tesseract in both hands. Tony was panting and sweating furiously by the time he made it back down to the lab, when he realized he could’ve just used the Tesseract to teleport back.

So much for being a genius.

As he approached the lab, he heard his father yelling at all of the scientists and specialists from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Maybe he’s worried about me! Maybe when I come back, he’ll be happy that I’m safe and he’ll finally tell me he loves me! I’ll finally become like Iron Man! Speaking of which, Tony saw the robot outside the lab where he had left it right before all of this happened. He picked up his best and only friend, and walked into the room. What he didn’t expect however was for his father to be hysterical about something missing. Not someone. Something. 

He didn’t care about Tony, all of the frantic screaming and shouting were for the Tesseract, not his only son. With tears streaming down his face, he forgot to compose himself and hesitantly made his presence known. With the Tesseract in one hand, and his robot in the other, he finally spoke to his father.

“Papa?” He asked, hesitantly.

His father whipped around and when he saw the Tesseract, Tony could of sworn he saw a hungry look in his father’s eyes. After a brief second it passed, and his father rushed over and took the Tesseract out of his son’s hands. He had a sick sort of smile on his face and barely even acknowledged his only son. He admired the Tesseract for a few more seconds, and all was silent until Howard broke out of his trance and put the powerful cube back on it’s pedestal.

But Tony couldn’t shake the hungry look in his father’s eyes out of his head.

- - - - - - 

Meanwhile in space, 

. . . 

“Sir, we’ve detected a major energy surge on the planet Terra, it could be the Tesseract.” Ebony Maw informed the Titan sitting on his throne.

“Are you sure?” The Titan’s booming voice echoed throughout the throne room.

“Yes, your lordship.” The Maw pathetically bowed down to him. 

“Maw, set course for the Planet Terra and prepare our finest soldiers.” The Titan ordered The Maw.

“Right away sir.” Said The Maw as he scurried away. 

Once he left, the purple giant felt a smile creep up onto his face.

- - - - - - 

Back on Earth,

. . . 

Tony lay in bed, wondering if his father really loved him. He glanced at his clock. It had been two hours since he’d gone to bed, and it was now just a little past 12:00am. Tony sighed. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight anyways, so why not just tinker with Iron Man a little bit? Maybe his father would be proud?

For a few minutes, Tony just sat there on his bedroom floor tinkering with his robot, when he heard a large boom come from outside, followed by a blinding light. Tony had to cover his eyes with one of his hands, and out of fear, he grabbed Iron Man with the other. 

Right then, a blaring alarm went off, one that his father had placed in case anyone ever came and tried to steal the Tesseract from him, as if it was his to begin with. 

His Father!

Knowing him, his father would immediately rush down to his lab if he wasn’t already there, and prepare himself to fight off intruders. Fearing for his Father’s safety and possibly his life, Tony ran down to the lab and skidded to a halt at what he saw in front of him. 

A huge purple giant was looming over his father as he held a long metal sword against Howard Stark’s chest. 

“Where is the Tesseract.” The giant boomed, making it sound more like a demand rather than a question.

The giant was about to push the sword into his father’s chest, when Tony suddenly screamed out of impulse,

“STOP!” Please don’t hurt him, he’s my father!” Tony sobbed, trying to get the huge man to stop.

The purple alien seemed surprised for a second, before a wicked smile crept up onto his face. With a simple nod of his head, two of his minions appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his arms and wouldn’t let him go, no matter how hard he struggled.

“LET ME GO!!” Tony kicked and screamed furiously. 

When one of the giant’s minions clamped his clammy hand over his mouth, Tony promptly bit down on his hand as hard as he could, drawing blue blood from the alien. 

The alien screeched, and proceeded to stab Tony in the neck, but was stopped by the mysterious purple alien. 

“Maw, do not harm the child,” The titan boomed, with what could’ve been a hint of anger in his voice.

Tony swivelled his head around to get a glimpse of the alien who’d just tried to stab him, and much to his delight he looked rather familiar.

“Squidward?! Is that you?? You’re rEaL?!?” Tony excitedly shouted, confusing literally everyone in the room.

“ExCuSe mE?!?” The Maw spoke in a deadly voice, using his telekinesis to lift up a fallen piece of concrete and shave off the sides to turn it into a dagger.

But Tony just ignored his antics, and hugged the blue and grey alien.

“Does this mean that SpongeBob is real too??” Tony excitedly asked him.

“I AM THE MAW, YOU INSOLENT TERRAN CHILD. YOU WILL BOW DOWN BEFORE ME, YOU INFERIOR INSECT.” The Maw yelled at the insolent child in front of him.

“Enough games,” The Titan interrupted, growing tired of the unusual yet amusing Terran child. “Give me the Tesseract and I’ll let you go.”

“Never.” Howard Stark proudly said, looking the menacing purple giant straight in the eye. 

“Well then, I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice,” The Titan said, his voice hinted with regret. “Hand over the Tesseract, and your child lives.” Knowing that the man loved his child too much to lose him over the Tesseract. However, he was quite wrong, and the Terran man boldly looked him in the eyes and proceeded to break the heart of the young Terran boy and the Mad Titan at the same time. 

“That boy is nothing to me. Take him, kill him, leave him, do whatever you want with him. I don’t care. You’re never going to get the Tesseract as long as I’m alive.” Howard Stark said, not knowing those would be his final words. 

Rage consumed the Mad Titan, and before he knew it, Howard Stark’s dead and decapitated body lay before him and his red Terran blood covered the floor surrounding him. The Titan turned to look at the young boy, expecting to see horror and disgust as well as sadness filling his eyes, but to his surprise, he was met with the blank stare of the young boy without a single tear in his eyes. 

“He never loved me, I knew that. He wanted me to be made of iron, like him. He wanted me to be a man. I was never enough for him, but the Tesseract was. He deserved death, he loved no one and no one truly loved him the moment he died. I stopped loving him the moment he told me he didn’t love me.” Tony finished, looking at the Mad Titan with the same steely look his father had. It was full of determination, something that would be useful in a soldier.

A faraway look crossed the young boy’s face, and for a brief moment, everyone in the room felt sorry for him. An unknown emotion surged through Tony’s body, was it hate? sorrow? love? regret? 

He didn’t know.

But for some reason, he felt powerful. Without a second thought, he held out his hand to the Titan, but not for a handshake. Instead, a bright blue light shone from his palm, and it slowly builded up into a cube. 

The Tesseract  

The Titan gave the boy a look of astonishment and stared longly at the Tesseract, but not with greed or hunger like Howard had, but with hope. 

In that single moment, Tony made a decision that would forever change the course of his life.

“I’ll give you the Tesseract, if you promise to take me with you wherever it is you’re going.” Tony boldy said, filled with newfound courage.

The Titan knelt down in front of him, but still towered over the young Terran. He reached out and gently placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder. 

“You’re father was wrong, you are made of iron,” The Titan firmly told the boy. “I will take you with me and train you to become a fearsome warrior. You have my word.” 

Looking into the Titan’s cerulean eyes, much like his father’s, he handed the Tesseract over to the giant. 

“Before we go, I want to know your name, mister.” Tony asked the Titan.

“My name is Thanos,” He said, with a hint of a smile on his face. “What’s yours, little one?” He asked the young boy, extending his other hand out for Tony to take.

Tony grabbed his robot in one hand, and took Thanos’ with the other.

“Tony. Tony Stark.” 

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Dark Avengers - Cast

Josh Brolin as Thanos

Noah Schnapp as Young Tony Stark

Dakota Goyo as Young Thor

Macaulay Culkin as Young Steve Rogers

Finn Wolfhard as Young Bruce Banner

Robbie Kay as Young Clint Barton

Sadie Sink as Young Natasha Romanov

Robert Downey Jr. as Adult Tony Stark / Iron man

Chris Hemsworth as Adult Thor

Chris Evans as Adult Steve Rogers / Captain 

Mark Ruffalo as Adult Bruce Banner/The Hulk

Jeremy Renner as Adult Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Scarlett Johansson as Adult Natasha Romanov / Black Widow

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Dark Avengers

In which the Avengers are the children of Thanos.

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Rogue - Chapter Three

“Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?” I asked Cap, finally breaking the silence.

“Nazi Germany.” Cap answered. “And we’re borrowing, take your feet off the dash.”

A smug look on my face, I took my feet off, reveling in getting under Cap’s skin.

There was yet again an awkward silence between the three of us as we continued driving.

“Alright I have a question for you Steve,” Natasha asked leaning forward. “Have you kissed anyone since 1945? I mean, you looked pretty uncomfortable when O’ and I kissed.” She smirked.

“Yeah, you should’ve seen his face, he looked like a fuckin’ tomato.” I said, a laugh in my voice.

“Shut it Romanov. I’ll have you know that it’s a little difficult to find someone with shared life experience when you’re 95 years old. Also watch your damn mouth, St- I mean Rogue.” He scolded.

“Well that’s alright. Just make something up.” I shrugged, glancing towards Cap.

“What, like you?” Cap looked pointedly at me, as if he’d won our battle of wits.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged once again. “The truth is a matter of circumstance. It’s not all things to all people, all the time.” I tell him. Getting a wistful look in my eyes, I stare out of the window and mutter under my breath.

“And neither am I.”

“That’s a tough way to live.” Cap says, feeling sympathetic for someone so young to live such a way.

“It’s a good way not to die though.” I fire directly back at him.

It’s silent for a moment, and the only noise is the steady hum of the engine and the cars passing by.

“You know it’s kind of hard to trust someone, when you don’t know who that someone is.” He tells me softly.

Looking straight into his eyes, I can’t help but agree with him.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Who do you want me to be?” I ask him.

He pauses for a moment, thinking. “How about a friend.”

I laugh and look away. “Well there’s a chance you might be in the wrong business, Rogers.” I say, not looking at him.

He just gives me a knowing look, and continues driving. But now I have a strange feeling in my heart. For the first time in years, I have a friend. For as long as I can remember, I never had any trustworthy friends besides Nat, all of them were friendly to me because of my name. Because of who my father was.

It’s silent for a few minutes and nobody utters a word. Not even Nat whose been silent for a while now.

“Well look at that, we’re there.” Nat states pointing straight ahead at a wire fence surrounded by a field of tall grass. I spoke thought too soon, I guess.

Steve stops the car and we all climb out. I pull out the flash drive and take a look at the tracing program I was running.

“Nat’s right. The file came from these coordinates.” I state, walking towards the fence.

“So did I.” a soft voice comes from behind me. I whip around and see Steve staring at the building behind the fence with a nostalgic look on his face.

We walked for a bit before Nat broke the silence.

“Steve, is this where you were trained?” She asked him, tentatively. Which was rare for the spy.

He gave a stiff nod as we continued on our trek through the base.

“Change much?” I asked him, holding up the flash drive and trying to pinpoint the exact origin point of the file.

“A little.” He says, staring into space, seeming to get lost in his memories.

I hand the flash drive to Natasha and walk back over to him, looking at the field of grass he’s staring at.

“Hello? Earth to Captain Rogers? You there?” I ask him, waving my hand in front of his face.

He blinks a few times before responding. “Just taking a little trip down memory lane.”

“This is a dead end.” Natasha’s voice echoes between the walls of the buildings. “Zero heat signatures, zero waves, not even radio.” She says, a hint of dejection in her voice.

“Whoever wrote the file must’ve used a router to throw people off.” I conclude, taking the flash drive from Nat. I look up at Steve, about to tell him we should get back in the car and continue trying to hack the file, when I notice a look of realization spread across his face. “What is it?” I ask him, confused for a moment.

He starts walking towards a dark metal building surrounded by green grass. Nat and I just look at each other before shrugging and jogging to catch up to the super soldier. I just walked.

“Army regulations forbid storing munitions within 500 yards of the barracks.” He states, quickly walking towards the metal door of the building. I quickly catch on to what he is saying and look up at him.

“This building is in the wrong place.” I realize.

When we get to the door, Cap slams the lock with his shield, effectively breaking it. And with that, we all step inside.

As we walked down the creaking stairs, I can barely make out anything in front of me. I brush a couple of stray cobwebs off of my shoulders and only hope that there aren’t any spiders in them. I shudder at the thought. Finally, Nat finds a light switch and one by one, the lights in the storage bunker flicker on.

“This is S.H.I.E.L.D.” Natasha notes, seeing the agency’s logo on the far wall.

“Maybe where it started.” Cap tells her.

It’s silent as we walk down the dusty hallways, filled with ghosts of the past. Steve carefully opens a creaky door we see, leading to a dusty office.

We looked around the room for any source of where the file came from, when a painting caught my eye. I felt my breath catch and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. For I was staring straight at a man who resembled my father so closely, I could’ve mistaken him for, well, him.

I was frozen at the spot, and I could practically feel Natasha’s concern as she followed my gaze and came to the conclusion of why I was dumbstruck. I saw Cap turn his gaze to the painting of Howard Stark and his brow furrow.

“There’s Stark’s father.” Steve observes, not thinking about the person standing right next to him.

Natasha’s head whipped towards him and she gave him a taste of her emerald glare. If looks could kill, he’d be dead many times over. She looked as if she was about to give Steve a piece of her mind, but thought better of it, seeing as it might make things worse since I was still there.

Steve at least had the nerve to look apologetic for upsetting his newfound friend and was about to stammer out an apology when I cut him off.

“Howard.” I say stiffly.

“Who’s the girl?” Nat asked Steve, changing the subject.

Steve stares at the framed photo of the young brunette for a moment, before walking away with a dejected look on his face. I guess we both had ghosts haunting our pasts.

The golden trio The three of us continue walking around, not seeing anything except empty shelves, filled with cobwebs and dust. Something about this doesn’t seem quite right. I held up the flash drive, and the tracing program showed that we were getting close. I moved forward even more, and I could see that we were very hot figuratively and literally.

“This can’t be right.” Natasha mutters under her breath, scanning her surroundings.

But it seemed like the infamous Black Widow had lost her touch.

“If you’re already working in a secret office,” I vaguely say, unaware of Steve and Natasha’s curious glance to each other. “Why do you need to hide the elevator?” I finish with dramatic effect as I push the old shelf aside to reveal a hidden elevator behind.

I take out my password scanner, and type in the password it reveals. When I finish typing in the code, the elevator bell dings and the doors slowly open. The ride down is quiet, none of us daring to speak a word or make a noise. When the doors open, we’re met with, yet another, dark and dusty room.

As the three of us walk in, it’s dead silent. All of the sudden, the doors slam shut behind us, like something out of a horror movie. Instinctively, I grab Nat’s hand, and it seems like she had the same idea in mind. She gives me a knowing look, as if she can read my mind and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

As we walk further into the room, we can make out the glowing buttons and switches of computers and machines all around us in the dark. As we continue walking towards the end of the large room, the overhead lights flicker on with a loud clanking sound. The three of us spot what seems to be the files origin point.

There are multiple computers, all from the mid 1900s, covered in dust and god knows what along with a desk and a chair. I can feel Nat and Steve’s confusion as well as mine while we examine the file’s origin point.

“This can’t be the data point,” Nat says, confusion laced in her voice. “This technology is ancient.” She scoffs.

I’m about to agree with her, when I notice a USB port, glowing a dim blue. Curious, I walk closer towards it and notice several places to insert the flash drive. From the corner of my eye, I see Steve and Natasha following my gaze and examining the USB port.

“Is that- ” Steve starts.

“Here goes nothing.” I cut him off, not wanting to delay our findings anymore.

I carefully insert the flash drive into the USB port, and instantly, a whole bunch of switches, buttons, and circuits light up and turn on. The discs that were previously still, now spun around in certain patterns. We all looked up to see a security camera lift its camera up, almost as if scanning us. We could still hear the whir and buzz of the newfound machines, but our attention was primarily focused on the camera.

All of the sudden, a strange electronic voice spoke, coming from one of the computers. “Initiate system?” It asked in its really fucking sketchy voice.

Coming to my senses, I tentatively walked forward towards the computer that was just sketchily talking.

“Y-E-S spells yes.” I say, typing in my simple command that would ultimately change our lives.

I could hear the machines powering up even more, and making that soft electronic hum that I’d learned to love, growing up.

“Shall we play a game?” I say, referencing one of my dad’s favorite movies. I glanced over at Nat, smirking.

“I’d love to.” She smirks back (understanding my reference;)

The computer beeps, and a strange, electronic face appears. We instantly fall silent, all trace of humor gone from our faces. To our astonishment, the sketchy green man in the computer starts to speak.

“Rogers, Steven,” It states, scanning Steve. “Born 1918.” It finishes.

“Romanov, Natalia Alianovna,” It states once again, this time scanning Nat. Her head whips around to stare at the camera in shock. “Born 1987.” Natasha’s eyes narrowed at the camera. Her D.O.B. was classified information, and only a handful of people knew her full name.

In shock of how the voice in the computer knew Nat’s full name and D.O.B, I didn’t notice the camera turn towards me until it was too late.

“Stark, Octavia.” It said in its creepy robotic voice. I groaned, I hated my last name and my father. “Born 1989.” It finished scanning me.

“It’s some kind of recording.” Natasha stated, trying to find an explanation for how it knew such classified information about her.

“I am not a recording fräulein!” It angrily said, if computers could be angry?? nothing made sense anymore.

Confusion etched all over Nat’s face, and I reached over to give her hand a comforting squeeze. She gave me a fleeting look of appreciation before turning her attention back to the computer.

“I may not be the man I was when the captain took me prisoner in 1945,” It continued. “But I am.” It vaguely finished, earning a spooked look from Cap.

“You know this thing?” Natasha stiffly asked Steve, not making eye contact with him.

He looks around for a moment, thinking to himself. Then he remembers.

“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull.” He said, anxiously pacing the floor. Steve looked up at Natasha. “He’s been dead for years.” He finishes.

“First correction,” Zola interupts, causing us all to look at him, startled. “I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive.” He mysteriously finishes.

“In 1972, I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body. My mind, however was worth saving. On 200,000 feet of databanks. You are standing in my brain.” Zola informed us. Just lovely.

“How did you get here?” The Captain demanded.

“Invited.” Zola mysteriously answers.

I looked over at Nat to see what she thought, but I noticed that she had a look of realization etched in her features. I was about to ask her what she was thinking about, when she answered my unasked question.

“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II,” she informed us. Steve and I looked at each other, confused. “S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited German scientists with strategic value.” She told us, sensing our confusion.

“They thought I could help their cause,” Zola tells us. “I also helped my own.” He sketchily finishes.

“HYDRA died with the Red Skull.” Steve stubbornly says, refusing to believe the German, excuse me, Swiss scientist.

I scoff, I mean just how naive was the golden boy of America?

“Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.” Zola scolds us, as the HYDRA symbol appears on the screen.

“Prove it.” Cap challenges him.

“Accessing archive,” Zola starts. “HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. After the war, S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew. A beautiful parasite inside S.H.I.E.L.D. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed.

“That’s impossible, S.H.I.E.L.D. would’ve stopped you.” Natasha states, refusing to believe that she was living inside of a lie.

“Accidents will happen.” Zola tells her, as old news clippings and photos of my grandfather, Howard Stark dying appear. Fury’s death certificate also is shown on the screen, mocking us.

“HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your Life; a zero sum.”

In blind fury, Steve punches the computer screen, cracking the glass beyond repair. “What’s on this drive?” He demands.

“Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.” He vaguely answers Steve.

“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” I inquire, keeping my “mission face” on.

“The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” He tells me.

In shock I turn to Natasha and is about to tell her to run, but the metal doors bang shut, locking us in. Cap tries to throw his shield to prop it open, but he’s too late. My thoughts are interrupted by the phone I used to hack my way in here alerting me.

“Guys, we got a bogey,” I say, dread filling my voice. I can feel my heart rate rise slightly and my pulse quicken. I look up at them. “Short range ballistic. 30 seconds tops.” I finish, internally cringing at their facial expressions.

“Who fired it?” Steve once again demands.

“S.H.E.I.L.D.” I slowly say, scared of Natasha’s reaction. She’s quiet, but I can tell that underneath she’s having an internal crisis about her life being a lie.

“I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain.” Zola says once again in his annoying Swiss accent that really sounds german.

At this, I quickly yank the flash drive out of the USB port and put it in my pocket as Cap rips an air vent out of its hinges so we can hide inside of it.

“Out of time.” Zola finishes with dramatic effect.

The three of us jump inside the DIY military trench, with Cap’s shield above our heads, protecting us.

The building begins to cave in, and rubble starts to fall from the ceiling and into our trench thing. Quickly I realize that Cap’s shield can’t protect all three of us effectively, and I’d never live with myself if I let one of them get hurt because I was taking up too much space.

“NAT!” I scream, over the sound of rubble and debris falling. “Nat, no matter what happens, I love you, I will always love you.” I finish, tears welling up in my eyes.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what I’m about to do. “NO!” She screams at me, pulling me closer to her. She looks me in the eye, and I frantically scan her face, etching every single detail into my memory. “Please, O’! I love you too, you can’t- ” I cut her off by pushing myself away from them and into the falling debris.

I can hear Steve’s yells and Nat’s frantic screams as the rubble begins to pile up around me. Well, here goes nothing. I thought as I close my eyes and prepare myself for the worst. I can sense the huge piece of concrete ceiling falling towards me, fast. I close my eyes and concentrate on the thing that calms me the most. Natasha’s voice. I focus on her silky and smooth voice saying my name over and over again. I remember her piercing green eyes staring into my soul, and her fiery locks falling through my fingers as I kiss her. I think about all the times she healed my cuts and bruises after training, and all the times I stitched her back up. I take a deep breath as I feel time seemingly slow around me and brace myself for the impact that never came. 

I open my eyes, and I’m not in Arnim Zola’s hidden bunker anymore. I’m in an empty yet full void with nothing but white seeming to stretch miles and miles around me. The only way I could tell the difference between up and down was, well, because I was standing. 

I look down at my hands, and I can see my hands glowing a dim silvery white, which was slowly fading away. I looked around my Void, and a sense of familiarity washed around me. I hadn’t been here for years, ever since then. I shake my head, clearing all thoughts of the incident, and instead I focus on getting back to Natasha. 

The funny thing is that time passes by the same in the Void. It may not seem like it, but since everything is just white, it’s hard to tell how long it’s been. 

Seconds? Minutes? Days? Years? 

It really just depends. 

Clocks also don’t work in the Void, so there’s no way in telling what time it is besides counting.

1. 2. 3.

I count to myself in my head, but I soon lose track of that. How long until it’s safe to go back? If I go back to early, I could get crushed by a bigass piece of debris. If I wait too long, well I could end up in the hands of HYDRA. 

Taking a deep breath, I give in to the temptation to go back. I don’t even know how I’m going to begin to explain this to Nat. She’s probably gonna kick my ass

In the blink of an eye, I appeared back where I was standing before the entire fucking ceiling collapsed. I looked around, trying to see if Nat or Steve was nearby. I slowly dug my way through the rubble to get to Natasha and Steve. 

“NAT! STEVE! I’m here!” I shouted, frantic to get to them. I grunted and groaned, trying to push rubble out of the way when I heard it. I turned and saw the headlights of a S.H.E.I.L.D, or should I say HYDRA plane with agents on it coming straight towards me. Instinctively, I ducked and ran, narrowly avoiding the bullets their snipers shot at me. 

Realizing that I wasn’t going to be able to get back to Steve and Nat, I wished them good luck and goodbye. I’d come to the conclusion that they’d upped and ran at the first sign of S.H.I.E.L.D. HYDRA so the car was gone. I sighed, this was going to be a very long day (it already was lol)

I decided I needed to surprise them and wait for them to come onto the ground, when they *cough* thought *cough* it was safe for them (it really wasn’t)

A few minutes later, I heard the sound of the plane’s back deck opening, and the sound of engines coming out. Great. Motorcycles. I thought. A Lambo or an Audi would’ve been much better for a getaway vehicle. I crouch behind a large piece of fallen rubble, waiting for my chance to strike. 

Bingo.

“Thermal vision and heat sensors are picking up a signature over here.” A voice calls out.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. HYDRA motorcycle speeds towards the piece of rubble that I’m hiding behind. As soon as he’s close enough, I leap out of my hiding place, whip out my gun, and shoot him point blank in the head, killing him instantly. 

I push his dead body off the motorcycle and swing my leg onto it. I can hear the steady hum of the engine and and softly stroke the shiny black metal. I rip the yank the license plate off the back so they can’t track me, and check for any other trackers.

“Adios.” I smirk, looking back at the approaching HYDRA agents.

And with that, I grip the throttle and speed away, leaving the HYDRA agents in my dust. 

Now I just gotta find the love of my life Natasha and Steve. Yay.

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Rogue - Chapter Two

“The first rule of going on the run is don’t run, walk.” I calmly state as I notice Steve picking up his pace.

“If I run in these shoes, they’re gonna fall off.” He retorted

I snorted at this and when I looked at Natasha, she was also trying to suppress a smile from showing. We quickly looked away from each other, avoiding eye contact.

“Where are we going anyways?” Inquired Steve, breaking the silence. 

“The Apple store, duh.” I responded, rolling my eyes. We’d already gone over the plan numerous times, except someone here decided to not pay attention.

~ Flash Forward ~

“The drive has a level six homing program, so as soon as we boot up S.H.I.E.L.D. will know exactly where we are.” I stated, hacking on one of the computers in the Apple Store.

“How much time will we have?” Steve asked.

“About nine minutes from... now.” I say, inserting the flash drive into the computer.

I begin hacking into the flash drive, and I pull up the schematics for one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Helicarriers.

“Fury was right about those ships,” states Natasha as she looks over my shoulder. “Somebody’s trying to hide something.”

“That’s strange,” I absentmindedly say aloud.

“What is it?” Steve demands.

“This drive, it’s protected by some sort of AI,” I say. “It keeps on rewriting itself to counter my commands.” I was beginning to get really pissed off.

“Can you override it?” Steve demands once more.

“The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me.” I snap at him. “Slightly.” I emphasize.

The corner of Natasha’s mouth twitches as she resists the urge to smirk at me. 

“Well that’s a first.” She sassily replies; a ghost of a smirk on her lips.

“Oh go fuck yourself Nat.” I say, accidentally calling her by her past nickname.

We quickly look away from each other, red forming on both of our cheeks.

“Language, Stark!” He snaps at me, not noticing my shoulders tensing. I hear a sharp intake of breath from Natasha.

Before he can even process what’s happening, I have a knife at his throat and a blaze in my eyes.

“Call me that again and I’ll do more than have you at knife point, super soldier or not.” I threaten him. 

As quickly as I pulled it out, I conceal my switchblade back inside my hoodie- disguise pocket and continue trying to hack into the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, ignoring the intense heat of Natasha’s emerald glare.

Suddenly it hit me.

“I’m gonna try running a tracer,” I announce. “This is a program that S.H.I.E.L.D. developed to track hostile malware, so if we can’t read the file maybe we can find out where it’s coming from!” I happily inform them.

My happiness soon came to an end when a voice came from our side.

“Can I help you guys with anything?” A blonde Apple employee in his mid 30s asked us.

“Oh, no, my fiancée was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations,” I respond quickly, thinking on my feet. I grab Natasha’s hand and she only looks a little surprise. Steve’s face however is priceless. “And my brother-in-law here, Simon was our ride here.” I say, painting a bright smile on my face.

“Oh congratulations guys- uh... I mean- gals?” He said, making a fool out of himself.

Natasha and I faked a painful laugh. 

“Haha, yeah. We get that all the time, no worries!” She joyfully says, reassuring the man.

“So where are you guys headed?” He asks, changing the topic. 

“Um...” I respond, my eyes flickering to the computer screen not wanting him to see it.

Luckily, it’s Steve who saves us.

“New Jersey.” He responds, although slightly unsure.

“Oh.” He simply responds, silently questioning our honeymoon destination choice.

All of the sudden he started walking towards us even more, and his facial expression appeared to be... wonder? Realization? Had he recognized the infamous Captain America? Were we found out? All of these thoughts swam around my brain as I internally panicked, although my face showed no sign of emotion. 

“...I have the exact same glasses.” The salesperson exclaimed in awe.

“Wow, you two are practically twins.” I sarcastically remarked, a fake smile on my face, still gripping Natasha’s hand.

He gave a hearty laugh. “Haha, yeah I wish! Specimen.” He gestured towards Steve’s obviously hot body. I couldn’t help but smirk at Steve’s awkward reaction. 

“Well if you guys need anything, my name’s Aaron.” He told us, thinking we were buddies now or something.

As he walked away, it seemed as if Natasha realized something.

“You said nine minutes, come on.” She said urgently.

“Shh, relax.” I reassure Natasha as I stop tracing the file to gently squeeze her hand.

“Ahem.” A cough comes from Steve as he tries to hurry me up. No one hurries me up.

With newfound determination, I continue furiously hacking the file and tracing its encrypted program. Soon enough, I feel a triumphant feeling make its way throughout my body.

“Got it.” I smirk. Throwing a glance towards Natasha to see her smiling with praise.

I zoom in on the file’s origin location, and see that it’s coming from a town in New Jersey called Wheaton.

“You know it?” I cast a glance towards Natasha and Steve.

A reminiscent expression flits across Steve’s face. “I used to.” He simply says. “Let’s go.”

I quickly pull out the flash drive and we briskly exit the Apple store, hurrying down the Mall’s hallways.

I subtly take in our surroundings, looking for S.H.I.E.L.D. or should I say HYDRA agents. I throw a brief glance to my left and notice that Natasha is doing the same thing. Classic Black Widow.

“Standard Tac Team.” She notes, acting as if there was nothing wrong.

I look around once more and notice two more agents coming towards us.

“Two behind and two across,” I remark nonchalantly. “And two coming straight at us.” Natasha and I both say at the same time. We both try to act as if we didn’t have a care in the world, but I could feel the heat creeping across my face.

“If they make us we’ll engage. Steve, you hit the south escalator to the metro.” Natasha says, looking at Steve and I.

I can see the two HYDRA agents looking around for us, and sooner or later they would see us.

“Shut up and put your arm around me,” I order Natasha, seeing the HYDRA agents getting closer. “Laugh at something I just said.”

“Wait, what?!” Steve glares at me. “What are you talking about?!”

“Do it.” I tell Natasha, ignoring Steve.

She complies, and does exactly what I told her to do. She fakes a laugh that sounds so genuine and familiar I almost stop and blankly stare at her.

As casually and quickly as we can, the three of us make our way towards the escalator with Natasha and I in the front and Steve in the back. (He’s totally third wheeling) When we get onto the escalator, we can hear a gruff and agitated voice speaking into an earpiece, so subtly that the people passing by wouldn’t be able to tell he was even speaking at all. 

“Snake the upper levels. Work down to me.” He firmly orders his Tac Team. as he walks onto the escalator next to us, going up.

As our escalator went down, I knew that he would be able to see us and he would directly engage, endangering the public. I could only hope that our hoodies and Steve’s glasses would be able to fool him. 

Almost immediately after I saw the Tac Team leader, Natasha spotted him as well. Thinking quickly on her feet, she turned around and whispered to me in her silky voice,

“Kiss me,” She orders me. Funnily enough, the tables have turned. 

“What?! Are you guys like dating or something?!” Steve randomly asked, again.

“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.” Natasha tells Steve in a bored voice, as if what she just said was common knowledge.

“Yes, they do.” He mutters under his breath. Natasha and I choose to ignore him.

Understanding where she was going, I nodded and whispered okay back. When he was close enough and looked over to us, 

~ Warning: Smut ~

Natasha gently grabbed my face, and leaned down even though we were both the same height, seeing as I was one step on the escalator below her. I melted into the passionate yet soft kiss, succumbing to her fiery kiss. I draped my arms over her shoulders, and clasped them behind her neck. 

 I could feel my heart beating faster than normal, and my pulse quickening as our tongues fought for dominance. I barely was aware of my surroundings, and my eyes were closed in bliss. I felt her soft, pale fingers gently brush back a lock of hair that had fallen out of my messy bun. I softly moaned in her mouth as her silky fingers brushed against my face. I unclasped my hands from behind her neck, and gripped her fiery locks with them. I felt her soft purr vibrate through my throat and mouth, and I felt a sense of pride at pleasuring her. Nat began to deepen the kiss when a throat cleared from behind us.

“Ahem.” Cap coughed, looking, to my amusement, very uncomfortable. 

I smirked back at him and threw him a wink, causing him to turn red. I looked down and noticed we were almost at the end of the escalator. I could just feel the tension in the air around us after me and Nat’s intense make out session. We looked at each other and had to keep from bursting out laughing. It was just like old times, before S.H.I.E.L.D. and before the Avengers. 

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Rogue - Chapter One

Bend and extend.

Rise and jump.

Turn.

Turn.

Turn.

Bow.

“очередной раз!“ She instructed

Again

And so we did. Again and again. it was always the same thing. I began to lose track of the time, had it been minutes? hours? days?

I didn’t know anymore.

If you made a single mistake, it would earn you a swift hit from her cane to the leg, causing you to crumple to the ground. In order to avoid torture and possible death, you had to get back up and complete the rest of the routine without falling back down. Only I have been able to fulfill her requirements when it came to getting back up and completing the steps. Me and a certain redhead.

There was a strict schedule she had us follow.

Everyday, wake up at precisely 4 am.

Eat breakfast.

Dance.

Dance.

Dance.

Dance.

Combat.

Sparring.

One Death.

Studies.

Bed.

Repeat.

I lived for four years on one meal a day, being a Stark, I questioned it.

But I quickly learned to never question Madame B.

~ Flashback ~

2006

“There will be one meal a day, every day. For those of you with luxurious lives, this will be a drastic transition for you. It will be hard. You will struggle. You will fight for your lives, and some of you will lose. Unfortunately, only three of you will graduate and be selected for the KGB program. I will not tolerate any disrespect. Remember, it is a great honor to be here. We have hand selected you for the Red Room, and one day three of you will become soldiers of the KGB. After you complete your training, you will know how to lure foolish men and women into your webs. You will be able to use your skills of deception to steal priceless artifacts from even the most encrypted safes. You will be able to kill without so much as a flinch, it will become a second nature for you. You will be Hustlers. Assassins. Thieves. But most importantly, you will be Widows. Black Widows.” She instructed us in her near perfect English.

“Madame, why do we only get one meal a day? How are our bodies getting the nutrients and vitamins they need to function, much less train for twelve hours a day?” I asked her once she had finished.

The moment her dark pitch black eyes locked with mine, I felt a chill run down my spine and I somehow knew that I had already done something wrong.

“Let Miss Stark be an example to you all; never question your superiors in the Red Room, KGB, or HYDRA. Ever.

As soon as she’d finished speaking, I felt two pairs of cold arms encircle around mine and drag me out of the room and down into a dark, cold, cellar.

“NO! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME I’M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE, LET ME GO! HELP! I’M SORRY, PLEASE DON’T- ” I was soon cut off by my body being thrown down the dark stairs.

As soon as my back hit the floor, the dark figures grabbed me once again and pushed my face into a metal pole. They cuffed my hands in front of me, and I could make out the faint red nail polish chipping off. I decided to focus on that instead of the pain that I was sure to endure.

“мы должны ждать мадам б?”

“береженого Бог бережет,”

Should we wait for Madame B.?

Better safe than sorry.

This proceeded with them ripping the back of my shirt open, with my back facing them. I could hear them opening a case or crate, but I didn’t know what. 

Then I felt it.

The cold, barbed teeth of a whip sliding gently (so far) across the skin on my back.

I began to whimper and plead once more, which lead to a smack to the back of my head, causing it to harshly bang against the pole.

I could soon hear the clicks of a woman’s heels as she walked slowly down the steps. I could make out her speaking Russian to her henchmen through my heavy and loud sobs. 

“Please, please don’t- ” I started.

“Here’s what’s going to happen Octavia dear, you’re going to count the number of lashes out loud. If you lose track or do not satisfy me with your performance, then you will start from the beginning. Do you understand.

“No, please I beg you! I won’t do it again I promise, please just don’t hurt me!” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

“сосчитать.” 

Count.

And so I did. I counted. I never once stopped or stalled, I just did it. That’s when I first got a taste of real pain. Physical pain, and trust me, being whipped on your bare back is not fun. At. All.

After my first (and only) whipping, I passed out and woke up chained to a metal bed post inside a cold, damp room with no windows and one thin blanket to cover myself with at night. I first discovered I was chained when I tried to get up and lay on my stomach instead of my wounded and bloody back. I moaned in pain and struggled in vain to sit up and turn over. Unfortunately, my current predicament with the chain was not helping at all. That’s when I noticed that there were other girls in the room as well, all with one wrist chained to the bed. 

All but one.

She was staring straight at me, with piercing emerald green eyes; scrutinizing my every move. She had her chain laying on the bed next to her, along with a tiny bobby pin she must’ve snuck past the Red Room’s security. 

“Hi,” I grinned, masking my pain.

“Hello.” She faintly said back with a slight accent. 

“I’m Octavia, but you can call me ‘O’.

“I’m Natasha. You can call me Nat.” She smiled back with those ruby red lips.

~ Flashback Over ~

2014

678 confirmed kills.

87 successful cons.

14 flawless heists.

12 years.

She was arguably the best agent the KGB had, some might say she’s even more prominent than the Black Widow herself. After all, she certainly could take the Widow down. She was equipped to handle any “situation” the KGB had in any way possible.

To the rest of the world, she was known as no more than a shadow; a ghost.

Her face had never been seen by someone who had lived to tell the tale, the story goes. She was something like a femme fatale; no one knew of her affiliation with HYDRA. Or Abraham Erskine. Or even the Red Room and KGB.  And especially not her father, Tony Stark.

Ever since her infamous Kremlin Heist of 2010, she became somewhat of a hot topic with the rest of the world. This heist where all of the Kremlin’s billions upon billions of dollars mysteriously disappeared and numerous organizations focused towards helping youths lead a healthy and full life as well as many hospitals were donated a generous 500 grand the next day gained a lot of publicity on Social Media. Somehow, #Rogue became a trend on Instagram, Twitter, and FaceBook.

Unfortunately with fame comes paparazzi, and paparazzi for her just so happened to be the Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D.

Of course, being the expert ex-KGB agent she is, Rogue was able to avoid most S.H.E.I.L.D. agents, with the exception of her ex “classmate”, the Black Widow.

This is why she was currently in a standoff with Natasha Romanov on the rooftop of an orphanage in Washington D.C.

~ Rogue’s POV ~

“Rogue.”

“Widow.”

We stared blankly at each other for a moment before I finally broke the silence.

“So what brings you here, Widow?” I asked in an icy tone.

“Rogue, we need your help. Something’s happened. We need you. I need you.” She persisted.

“Natasha, I needed you four years ago. Why should I help you now?”

“Please, Octavia. I need you, Fury- Fury’s dead.

“Oh Natasha...” I trailed off, noticing her wipe away a stray tear from her eye.

“Please, I- I don’t know what to do anymore! Someone killed him, and he was like a mentor to me, he was like a father to me,” I visibly winced at the word father. She looked up. “We found a flash drive, and we can’t hack into it. You’re the best hacker I know, and this file could tell us why they killed Fury.” Natasha presses.

“I don’t know Natasha, I can’t just forget about what S.H.E.I.L.D’s done to me, to my mother. I’m sorry.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Octavia, this isn’t just about me and you, or even you and your mother. This is about the rest of the world! We can’t do this without you, now are you going to be selfish and let the rest of the world suffer because of your stubbornness!

“I’m going to regret this.”

“Octavia, please- ”

“Where’s the fire?”

A familiar smile graced her ruby red lips.