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If the two people you loved most were trying to kill each other, who would you save?
Sarah.
That isn’t even a question. I love my family, I love Viktor, I love my friends, but I love Sarah twice as much as anyone else combined.
I wouldn't expect anything less.
Do you like your neighbors?
My neighbours are people that I used to try to kill.... so they’re tolerable
What is your favorite dessert?
I got used to sticky toffee pudding when I lived in England, so that I guess
Or those waffles that we order in sometimes
Best day of your life?
When I saw Ginny and Sarah again after returning home. Because I knew I could actually keep them safe this time.
Fear and Hope||Viktor & Ginny
Ginny hated waking up. She loved motherhood, truly she did, but the middle of the night waking? The worst. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t used to it. She was a much, much lighter sleeper than she used to be, so when Viktor whispered at her door, she shifted, listening closely for Sarah, then, realizing their daughter was still sleeping, and it was Viktor who needed her, she shifted over in the bed, lifting a corner of the blanket.
“Well, I’m not getting out of bed,” she mumbled back, gesturing to the bed for him. Things had been… strained, unsure, since he came back. They hadn’t gotten much of a chance to talk about things, most of them just wanting to spend as much time with Sarah (and each other) as possible.
Once he was in bed beside her she curled into him, resting her head on his warm chest, like he’d never gone to begin with. She had to blink a few times to keep herself from falling right back asleep, more comfortable than she had been just moments ago.
“What’s up?” she mumbled into his shirt. “Sarah’s ok, right?”
Viktor moved back to the bed and slipped under the blankets and moved Ginny into his arms, his arms wrapping tightly around her. Securing her against his chest. He felt better with her in his arms, he felt safe and he knew that she would be safe there. “Sarah’s fine...” he sighed and ran his hand through her hair.
“I’m just worried about... everything?” He pressed a kiss into her forehead. “I’m worried about Sarah and all these fears and registration....” He sighed again, his anger brimming in tears in his eyes. “I just want you and her to be safe.”
He smiled slightly, staring up at the roof before leaning down to press another kiss into her forehead once again. “I love you Gin...” He murmured into her hair and ran his left hand over her face, his fingertips running down the side of her face with a smile. He could feel his tiredness reaching over him but his worries stuck against his throat.
Office Work||Viktor & Ororo
The Avengers were heroes, the good guys. At least that was what the media sold. Honestly, Ororo had never meet any of their members. So she could neither agree or disagree with her local anchorman. Granted they had done a lot of great deeds, but so had the X-Men and many still believe them to be terrorist. So it was always a shock to the public when they saw their favorite heroes doing something amoral and vacuous, like being photographed standing over a dead body.
Tony Stark was known for being in the spot light. Along with Steve Rogers, the two where practically the face of the Avengers. Willingly or not. There were certain standards they had to uphold. And those standards were what Ororo had come to Stark Industries for. She wanted to speak with the head of the organization personally. The person, whose name was still printed on the front.
She had tried to go about things properly. Call in to schedule and appointment, but whoever had answered the phone had decided today they had a bone to pick with the world, and been absolutely a pain. So, she had taken upon herself to come in, and show her face.
Heat was on the X-Men and they were all indecisive on what action to take. Keep their heads low, see which way the tides turn, or publicly voice their distaste for the bill. So far no one had raised their hands high above the crowd. The repercussions could be too great.
Ororo sighed dreary of politics. She had been directed down one hall by security, only to get lost. The building was huge and it was her first time ever stepping through it’s doors. The team had no idea where she was, which seemed to be a recurring theme as of late, but she felt it only natural to see where the other groups stood. Frankly she did not know what to consider the Avengers. Not ready to label them as allies just yet.
The wind-rider had been so consumed with her thoughts, she had not noticed the man coming straight at her. Their collision nearly caused her to fall back into the nearby wall, luckily she had been able to caught herself before such a thing could happen. Although her wrist stung slightly.
While he attempted to rectify the blunder, she took the time to straighten her off-white floral scarf. “That’s quite alright.” Ororo reassured, finally looking to the stranger. “Um yes. I was trying to see if Mr. Stark was here today. I have some business I wish to speak with him on.”
He pulled at his sleeves as he stood before her. Someone to see Stark could never be good for him since he was still on his ‘watch list’ for his probation period that Stark had demanded. Everything about it filled him with dread to what had happened before, the moments that he had lived through so often that it worried him about going back to it.
“I don’t think he’s in his office today,” He said, glancing around the hallway to check that no one else important had seen his mistake. He didn’t want to have to deal with some man younger than him ranting about the expectations of his position there and another rant about how he was on a warning for his personality or his actions or for breathing wrong.
With all the discussions of registration for people with gifts worried him in more way than one. The parallels to his first jobs worried him more than anything, it was how it all started and that made him scared. Because he knew what would happen.
“What are you needing to see him about?” He asked, readjusting his jacket again. “Is there anything I can help with?”
Fear and Hope||Viktor & Ginny
Viktor had spent every night since the last battle at Sarah’s bedside. He couldn’t let the aftermath of the last few weeks affect her, he wouldn’t. Even as she slept peacefully he still worried every moment he was there, because when he wasn’t things could go wrong to her and whilst he was things could be happening that he had no control of. Not that he really could have controlled any of it in the first place, especially not by that point.
Sarah’s mere existence still amazed him, one solitary beautiful ray of light in the horrors of the world around them. Hope that things would go right and they could make a better world for her to live in. A better place for her to have a better life, free of prejudice and fear.
But still, he felt like he had missed so much. She was so big now, and she could almost walk and talk. He had missed her first words and her first steps. He wouldn’t let himself miss any more but it still was something he feared. It had happened before.
He wasn’t sure how she looked so peaceful. How barely anything seemed to affect her in her sleep. He knew she hadn’t seen the horrors he had seen but with the state of New York he was sure she would have some fears, and he - standing beside her - would have been able to fight them off and keep her safe from the monsters. But sometimes, standing there, he would realise that maybe he was that monster. His attempts to protect them before had ended in him putting Sarah and Ginny in danger.
He wouldn’t let anything risk either of their lives again. He wouldn’t. “Gin, are you up?” He asked after hearing a rustling at the door, keeping his voice in a hushed whisper so not to wake Sarah but loud enough to call out into the hallway.
Office Work||Viktor & Ororo
Viktor wasn’t entirely sure what his job really was. The first week had been a crash course in ‘normal’ working environments. Though Viktor wasn’t entirely sure that Stark Industries was ‘normal’ work but it was something similar compared to what he was used to. He quite liked it, if he was to be truthful about it, even if it seemed ‘boring’ in comparison to HYDRA. But then he didn’t entirely feel as though he was going to be killed for breathing wrong, and that was a start on change for the better. That and knowing that at no point Ginny or Sarah could be hurt by his actions at work.
He was thinking about these things when he was wandering through the building when he ran into the X-Men member who he sort of recognised from the files he had read. But he wasn’t sure he could remember her name. “Sorry, ma’am.” He quickly appologised as he knocked into her, wishing he was on the other side of the building in his actual department rather than in the corridor that he’d ended up.
“Is there anyway I can help you though?” He asked, smiling slightly. He was just thinking about how to cover up his mistake.
What's your dream job?
Working at Stark industries and helping Tony Stark do all the good he does every day!(Anything that keeps Ginny and Sarah safe)
Wormwood and Werewolves|| Viktor and Ginny (Harry Potter AU)
After everything that happened after the war Viktor was surprised that Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall, even approached him with the cursed position of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He was an ex-death eater, who had defected when Iphegina Sharpe had being captured and in doing so saved her life. Not that he had acknowledged it. He’d ignored that fact ever since it had happened. Hoping that if he ignored it, it would eventually go away.
And that was all fine. To him anyway. At least until he turned up to the first faculty meeting and saw her as the potions master and teaching potions for that year. He had almost fallen over seeing her. It wasn’t that he didn’t know that she would have ended up with this position, it was more that he didn’t expect it. That he would be long gone, his year in the cursed role done long before she would enter the building and he could have ignored it all.
But now he had to face that facts. He’d worked with her dad, a man who had been quite senior in the death eaters and he’d known her for so long. And that he loved her, that was quite a serious fact that he would have to face. At some point, not in that meeting. It took him a few moments to recognise that he’d been staring at her, taking in the slight changes in her since he’d last seen her and focusing on every little thing.
This year, Viktor realised, was going to be hard.
Trying To Do The Unimaginable || Viktor & Ginny
He wasn’t sure he’d paced this much before in his life. Not even when Sarah was born. At least then he had some confidence that everything would go okay. Right now he wasn’t completly sure. Gefuhl was beside him, following his steps in the lift as they both paced back and forth as the numbers light up.
Then the doors opened onto her floor. And Gefuhl ran towards Ginny’s door as quickly as possible, scratching at the door to get through as quickly as possible.
He followed suit, moving so that he could knock on the door. He hesitated for a few moments, his fist hovering over the wood and shaking as he tried to concentrate on everything before him. Knocking quickly, he decided it was best to pull of the plaster and regret it later.
When Ginny opened the door Gefuhl ran through the gap and straight towards the nursery, leaving Viktor to deal with his actions on his own with no moral support. He stood there, staring at her for a moment taking in every change in her and sighing at seeing that she was mostly alright. “Ginny… I’ve missed you so much.” He could feel the tears welling at his eyes. Oh god he’d missed her so much more than he could express, he’d missed both of them that much. “I’ve missed you both so much.”
Ginny wasn’t sure what was happening. Was it another Lazarus situation? If it was, she hoped they would stop, honestly. It was starting to hurt. Too much. She hated having him back and then losing him all over again, it just hurt. But when the elevator opened and Gefuhl came running out… that hadn’t happened the last time.
“It’s you? Like right now, current you? Current aliv-” Ginny’s voice broke on the word and she crumbled against him, hands fisting into his shirt and she broke on a sob. “Viktor…. Tell me you’re real….”
She was holding herself up against him and Gefuhl ran out to her side from Sarah’s nursery. The dog nosed at her leg, and Ginny was just overwhelmed with emotion. With everything. She felt sick and relieved all at once.
“I need to-” she needed to know what happened. She needed to know everything. But she couldn’t get the words out between breaking sobs. Half words, barely-formed thoughts came spilling from her lips and it was all she could do to hold onto him. Her Viktor. He was home. He was home.
"It's me Ginny," he sighed into her hair, wrapping his arms tight around her. God she was there, and all he could do was hold back his sobs. She was there. She was alive and safe and well. "It's really me, alive same me."
He wasn't really sure what to say. He'd practised this a thousand times in his head in England, and a hundred more on his journey home to her door and yet he couldn't even find the words now. Because she was actually there. And she was actually alive and well.
"I was in a plane crash, I washed up on the beach with and I spent three months in hospital and a little more after that for rehab." Even thinking about it caused him to wince at the thought of his ribs being in the amount of pain they were in. "But I am home now, I am home with you."
At the End of the Day || FUBAR Friday || Viktor and Kaz
Kaz pushed everything aside long enough to read Viktor, to ensure that he wasn’t lying. When he was satisfied that the man was telling the truth, he nodded reluctantly. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Something like that.” The X-Men were sort of on their own side, but he figured they were fighting for the same end game as the Avengers at this point. They all just wanted to save their city.
“I thought you were dead,” he added, almost as an afterthought. He told himself to avoid jumping to conclusions, to keep himself from being angry with Viktor for a situation he didn’t know anything about, but his mind kept going back to the way Ginny looked when she’d told him Viktor was dead, to the pain evident in her features, pain strong enough to shove passed his usual blocks. If Viktor had been faking, Kaz wasn’t sure he’d be able to forgive it.
A sudden echo of gunfire interrupted any conversation that might have sprouted from the question, and Kaz turned towards it instinctively. A man pointed a large gun towards the sky, firing off bullets and looking pleased with the resulting chaos as civilians scrambled to get out of his way. In the hand not holding the gun, he clutched something tightly, and Kaz craned his neck for a better look.
“Shit,” he muttered, taking an unconscious step towards Viktor. He’d never seen an infinity gem before, but he’d bet his life that that was what the man was clutching in his left hand. He figured any distrust he had for Viktor could wait; someone like this, someone who reveled in chaos and laughed at panic, shouldn’t be allowed that kind of power. Looking back to his reluctant companion, he nodded towards the man. “We gotta stop him.”
Viktor almost grinned hearing the man saying that he thought he was dead. "Yeah." He laughed, grasping at his own fists to figure out his plan of attack. "Something like that." He took a sweep at a guy who was charging towards them before bouncing back on the balls of his feet. The past few months had not been kind on him and this was the first time anyone had battled him outside of a training room. But then that was a good thing, he assumed.
It just didn't feel like a good thing in that moment, as he feel his own recoil from the punch and the fact that his technique was so off. His stomach dropped when he heard the gunfire. He should have expected it, but his presence there felt like a spoon in a knife fight. Six months of rehabilitation made him feel useless; that six months taking place in a country which only had guns on farms and army bases made him feel more so.
But that didn't matter, the sound of a battle was echoing around them and it didn't matter if he was out of shape or out of place because he just needed to stay alive and breathing throughout this. To survive. To see Ginny.
The sight of the infinity stone cause him to seize up. This was wrong. This was very wrong. If he wasn't with someone who knew Gin he would have run in that very moment. "We need to get that away from him." Viktor agreed, even if he was unsure if he would be able to be any help at all.... He just had to do something.
Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
The Great Gatsby
(via merrymusings)
At the End of the Day || FUBAR Friday || Viktor and Kaz
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It was chaos. There was no other way to describe it. Kaz had seen fighting before, of course – even as a reserve member, he went out with the X-Men enough to be familiar with the battles – but nothing like this. The villains didn’t even seem to have a specific goal in mind; it was like all they wanted to do was hurt.
The air was thick with fear. Kaz thought he would have felt it even without his abilities. It was unavoidable. Part of him wanted to run, to get as far away from here as possible, but a larger part could never have left with so many people in trouble.
So he ran towards the chaos, towards a girl who looked about sixteen at the oldest who was staring at the scene with fear so potent it felt like it was choking him. He almost made it in time, almost got to her side before a thick metal pipe embedded itself into her stomach. Almost.
He felt it; the fear, the pain, the anguish, and even though he knew it was too late (he could see the bloodied end of the pipe sticking out through her back, and oh god, she was so scared), he picked up his pace and he ran. He skidded to a halt next to her side, frantically placing his hands around the pipe, desperate to stop the bleeding. She looked up at him, eyes misty, and opened her mouth. Instead of words, blood spilled out, and fuck, she was so afraid. She was scared and she was sad and she was angry and she was…
Nothing. Abruptly, it all stopped. He looked back to her face, but her eyes had dulled and she was staring up at nothing. His hands shook when he pulled them away from her, still soaked in her blood. He swallowed, staring at her face. He didn’t even know her name.
He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, battle raging on around him. It felt like hours but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. It was a familiar face that snapped him out of it; mainly because he’d thought said face was dead.
His legs shook when he stood, and for a moment, he thought he might fall. But somehow, impossibly, they carried his weight until he was standing next to the man. “You’re… Viktor. Ginny’s Viktor.” His voice was quiet, barely audible over the sounds of battle around them. Kaz felt a wave of anger, and he didn’t know if it was his own or if it came from the people around him.
“What side are you on?” he asked, and it came out harsher than he’d intended. He couldn’t help it; once upon a time, the man had been HYDRA, and Kaz’s mood was far beyond trusting.
The chaos around him caused him to freeze up. He hadn’t felt this much adrenaline around him since he’d left, and even then the leaving part wasnt something he’d opted into being in the centre of. He knew he should leave. He’d made his promises to Stark to stay as far away from HYDRA and this stuff as possible, because he couldn’t even trust himself to stop himself from following their orders. Good little demon puppy, killing for its masters. He hated that feeling, the bloodlust and clouding over of emotions caused by the lack of blocking and the adrenaline. Brain washing, the things it did.
He was going this for Ginny though. He was doing this to be with Ginny and Sarah, to protect them both from harm. That was why he was trading punches with someone, his beard matted to his face with blood. That was why his hair was laying bedraggled down his face.
His visage was why he was surprised when someone said his name, the man beside him... He recognised him from before the crash, Kaz... was his name? “Yes.” He panted, catching his breath and helping him to calm his thoughts. “Mainly Ginny’s, also partly Sarah’s.” He laughed under his breath and traded punches with another man.
“I’m on your side, I think.” Viktor could feel his control slipping slightly as he said that, causing him to misunderstand his strength and slam into his assailant with a bit more vigor than was expected. His eyes widened as he watched the man fall. He turned back to Kaz. “You are on Stark’s side, right?”
Your Obedient Servant || Viktor & Tony
Tony listened to the story as he pulled data from the screen, making a folder in midair to hold everything he needed while he wrapped his head around the tale–and what to make of it. The strange part was, Tony believed him–believed every word of it–and it wasn’t a feeling he was used to associating with Viktor Hartmut–or Hamilton, or whatever they made his name next. Tony typed a few more things into the computer then paused and took the pills, holding them up to the light. “You’re right,” he said, looking away from the Monster-Killers long enough to meet Viktor’s eyes, to see the light burning there, the determination. “I don’t care about you. I care about her. That we have in common. And I think I have an idea.”
He set the pills down. “A couple of ground rules: you hurt Ginny–and I’m talking a scratch here–I kill you. You kill anyone else, I kill you. You so much as talk to HYDRA, I kill you. Got it?” It was easier said than done, of course. Tony had had to kill quite a lot in this line of work–sometimes there was no way around it–but he tried, boy did he try, to bring everyone in alive that he could. He didn’t like to kill–he’d hoped to leave that world behind when he’d walked away from weapons. But desperate times called for desperate measures. And threats, anyway, were easy.
“New York is never going to be safe for you. This place is flooded with HYDRA–trust me, I’d know. But no matter how many of them we take down, two more take their place. Funny thing about Hydras: they tend to work like that. And let’s pretend we take HYDRA out of the mix, then there’s still every justice system in the country out for your head. Luckily for you, most of them only want the monster.” Tony flipped the computer screen around and moved the image toward Viktor; on it was a new ID, new name, new everything. “We have a rehabilitation program at SI,” he explained. “Giving ex-cons somewhere to work, to remake their lives. You can work there. The way I see it, if we already brand you as a criminal, no one has to ask any more questions when you start to look familiar. When they check to see if you’re in the system, you are. You’ll go to the anger management meetings. You’ll have a sponsor. You’ll do everything you frankly should be doing anyway. You fix it the right way this time.”
“I expect you to kill me if I do those things,” Viktor admitted, freezing up slightly at his own words because he was scared by his own honesty at that fact. “That is why I came to you after all, because I knew that you would be prepared to. I was once your enemy after all.” He rubbed his eyes and focused entirely on Tony, this was all he could expect of the Avenger, or to at least send one of his ‘team’ to kill him. That was what he wanted if he was allowed to go back to HYDRA’s side, if he betrayed the trust he was putting in himself to return to Ginny’s side and not hurt her as he had before.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Stark. Just as long as I’m not hurting those I used to and I’m away from them. I cannot bring back everyone I killed and prevent what happened...” He could feel his voice break slightly. “But I want to change. Even if it means working as a retail worker or whatever menial job they’ll give me.”
He paused for a moment, looking around the room and then slowly down to his hands. They trembled still, even though everything was mostly sorted. “Thank you Stark... Thank you.”
