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Loki raised a brow.

You were a force to be reckoned with on the field, he had been partnered with you since you had come along. It seemed the two of you worked well together.

He found you crass and annoying, constantly chattering and the way you smiled… and yet here he found you alone in the common room. The lights turned out with the screen giving off the only bit of light. It seemed that you were constantly surrounded by others even when you followed him around. There was a bowl of cereal sitting beside you empty and the large screen in front of you showed an unmoving doll.

"-icked this doll up at the local thrift shop…"

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe, you had yet to pick up on his presence, which he found odd as you seemed to always find him in a matter of seconds. He looked back to the screen, a doll captivated you more than he?

In truth, he did not know much about you. Thor had brought you up several times but he ignored his brother's cajoling and brash laughter. You had worked solo before, and with others, though the latter he had heard you had trouble with. He scowled and made a mental note to look into your dossier, out of professional curiosity. One should know what they could of their teammates.

"- did you see it?" The whisper from the television set caught his attention once more.

The music from the TV built into tense string work. You made a small noise, quickly tucking your feet up under you and tugging one of the various blankets up around your neck, leaning slightly forwards. Were you in distress? He reached out and ran his fingers along the back of your neck, "Y/N-"

Your scream reverberated off the walls and he stumbled back as your small curvy frame jerked off the couch and you flew onto your feet.

Loki raised his hands, staring down the barrel of your psionic weapon. "Ah, tut tut!" He admonished you, two long fingers pushing the gun out of his face slowly.

You dropped your head and arms, exhaling loudly, the gun disappearing. "Why would you creep up on a person?!"

Loki furrowed his brow, "your powers?"

You dropped back onto the couch with a frown, "psychic abilities are always on but that doesn't mean I don't get distracted, I hear a million and one thoughts if I don't block it out sometimes. Am I not supposed to be safe here?!"

Loki said nothing as you settled and turned only to find your hand wrapped around his wrist. He grunted softly as you dragged him to the couch beside you. "It is a doll Y/N."

"An evil doll that moves by itself."

He said nothing as he settled beside you, surprised that you could make such an adorable face. Had you not faced evil countless times? And yet… he felt a shiver run down his spine as the doll moved an inch on the screen. What was it about innocence being twisted in such a way? "What is the purpose of this?" He asked with a huff.

"Shhh!" You scolded him, "YouTube scary marathon. You're stuck here now." You kept your eyes glued to the screen and kept your hand secured around his wrist, using your powers to recover your blanket and drape it over the both of you.

The punching bag decided to hit back this time.

A searing tingle shot through your arm from knuckle to shoulder with absolute precision. You let out a yelp as you stumbled backwards. Shaking out your shoulder to ease the pain, your phone rang for attention.

You wiped away a few beads of sweat with the back of your hand, allowing the wrapping to absorb the aftermath of your workout. Still trying to catch your breath, you answered the phone.

“Yeah, Garcia. What’s up?”

“We’ve got a case. College kids disappearing and we’re on the clock.”

“Be there in ten.”

Forehead coated in a thin film of sweat, you strode out of the elevator and through the glass doors of the BAU. Morgan playfully tapped your shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Staying busy?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Had to get a workout in.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, I like to workout all night too.”

Rolling your eyes, you took your seat at the round table and waited for Penelope to begin.

“Okay, so we’ve got four missing college students in the past five days. All of them completely drained of their blood.”

“Not much of a cooling off period,” Rossi muttered.

Emily flipped through the file. “And crosses gender and race.”

Garcia nodded and she clicked her remote to display the images on the television.

You felt a tightness in your chest.

Blood. So much blood.

“So the blood could be part of some sort of ritual?” Morgan asked.

“Could also be a part of his fantasy,” Reid chimed in. “John Brennan Crutchley, also known as the Vampire Rapist, drained his victim of her blood while repeatedly assaulting her. Even told her that he was a vampire as he drank her blood.”

Spencer was right. He was a serial killer. He had to be a serial killer.

Penelope wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue in disgust.

“Well, it gets ick-ick-ickier because the police just found...” She clicked the remote to reveal, “a severed head.”

Shit.

Morgan raised his eyebrows. “That’s a drastic change in MO.”

“Until we know otherwise, we’ll consider these to be connected. We’re headed to Boulder, Colorado now.” Hotch grabbed his files and nodded to the team. “Wheels up in thirty.”

You stood up to exit with the rest of the team. While you tried, you couldn’t eradicate the troublesome pounding of your heart and growing lump in your throat.

Fuck. This was not good.

On the jet, Morgan sat next to you and bumped your shoulder with his.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“C’mon. You’ve been up all night. The way you looked at those photos. You’re chewing your lip right now like you do when you’re stressed.”

You instantly relaxed your jaw. “Am not. Stop profiling me.”

He raised his hands defensively. “Easy, easy! Just trying to help. I know you’ve got something with blood. So if you need to talk, I’m here.”

“Thanks,” you muttered. He moved a seat over and popped his headphones in. You propped your head against the window and crossed your arms. Maybe you’d get some rest. Just maybe…

You jolted awake with your hands covered in sweat. Everyone else, except for Hotch, was still asleep. You let your head fall back and let out a sigh.

Pausing from his paperwork, he raised his eyebrows at you. To which you offered him a small smile, silently begging him to dismiss what he saw. You looked out the window to gather your focus. The team would land soon and you had to be prepared.

You’d learned from your previous mistakes.

Upon landing, Hotch divided the team.

“Morgan and Prentiss, head to the crime scene with the severed head. Rossi to the scene where they found the most recent victim. J and I will head over to the police station. You two will talk to the medical examiner.”

He gestured to you and Reid.

Thank fucking God. You and Spencer exchanged a glance with a nod. Taking a deep breath, you looked back out the window as the jet descended back to the earth.

Even as the lines between fantasy and reality blurred together for you once again.

At the morgue, the medical examiner showed you the four bodies of the college students. Reid stood with her at the entrance while you traced your hands along the edges of the cool metal tables for a closer look.

“All four victims had puncture wounds in their necks?” Reid asked.

“Three of them had a clean set of puncture wounds on the neck. One of them had—”

“Part of his throat ripped out,” you finished. You crouched so your eye line was level with the victim’s neck. He tried to fight back...and lost.

Spencer leaned in to examine the puncture wounds of the first victim.

“Did the head have a body?” you asked.

“Yeah, she’s right here.”

The medical examiner pulled a sheet off the last table to reveal the body and head.

Spencer leaned in closer to the neck of the first victim. “What do think caused the puncture marks?”

The ME furrowed her brow. “Most likely a sharp, pointed object. But if I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was teeth.”

“Anything local that could cause this?”

“Maybe if it was just that kid.” She nodded to the victim with the missing larynx. “But the rest of them? No. Too precise.”

As they discussed, you lifted the lip of the severed head. You applied just a bit of pressure along the gum line to confirm…

“Almost like a set of fangs,” the ME scoffed.

“Thank you for your help. We’ll reach out if we need anything else,” you interjected.

Spencer tilted his head to the side at your abruptness. But you only raised your eyebrows in return.

“Ready to head out?”

“Um, yeah. Sure.”

He nodded and you went to reunite with the team.

At the police station, you compiled your information together. The bodies were found at two separate dump sites. But the head and body were found in the alleyway of a popular college bar. You confirmed that there was no identification for the headless woman. But she easily could have been the same age as the students.

At least, she appeared like it.

“The ME couldn’t identify the specific weapon,” Spencer reported. “But it was a two-pronged, pointed blade. Possibly a carving knife?”

“Alright, we have to start looking for a connection with the victims. We’ll split up and talk with the local families,” Hotch concluded.

Morgan walked away to call Garcia and request her help connecting the victims. You chewed on your lip and tapped your fingers on the table in front of you.

Best case scenario, the hunters who beheaded the vamp already took care of the nest. You might be able to find some way to string together the killings then call it a day. Sure, the probability of spinning a story that could convince a full team of FBI profilers was slim.

Then again, you were one of them too. And a hunter…

Ex-hunter.

Shit, you knew this would happen eventually. Why’d it have to be fucking vampires?

You and Hotch went to the family of the first victim. Looking out the window of the car, you tapped your fingers along the side of the passenger door.

“You know we all have them,” he broke the silence.

“Hmm?”

“Nightmares. We all have them now and again. It’s normal.”

“Oh, yeah. Eternally falling. Pretty standard stuff.”

His jaw ticked, calling your bluff.

“Well, if you ever need to talk….”

“I know.”

“I know you do.”

You arrived at the house and parked behind a ‘67 black Chevy Impala. It stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the Audis, Mercedes, and other luxury vehicles of the affluent neighborhood.

Maybe it belonged to one of the kids?

Aaron knocked on the door and you waited for a moment longer than normal. Your breath caught in your throat when a middle aged man opened the door.

“I’m SSA Aaron Hotcher with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. We’re here to speak with you about your son Tom.”

“Oh, we’re already speaking to your agents. Page and Plant? But you’re welcome to come in too.”

“FBI agents?” Hotch narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, they’re inside talking to my wife right now.”

“Sir, I’m going to need you to stay here,” he reached for his gun and gestured for you to stay with him.

“Stay? What? Are we in danger? My wife is in there.”

“Hotch,” you placed a hand on his forearm. “I’ve heard of these guys before. They’re not a threat, just a nuisance.”

“I’m sorry. But I can’t risk the safety of these people on a hunch.”

“I would recognize that car anywhere,” you lied. “It’s got to be them. Please, I can make this easier for everyone.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, looking you up and down. You finally exhaled when he gave you a nearly imperceptible nod.

Walking into the living room, you saw the man’s wife sitting in a large armchair across from two men on the couch. Cheap suits. Casual demeanor. Definitely not feds.

“Agents Page and Plant!” You waved to greet them. “It’s been so long. Remember me?”

Sam and Dean’s eyes went wide and they slowly stood up, exchanging glances with each other. The nervous gulp from Sam and tightening of Dean’s jaw didn’t go unnoticed by you or your Unit Chief.

“Mind if we catch up outside while SSA Hotchner takes over? I wanted your thoughts on the case. It’s practically vampiric.”

You raised your eyebrows to emphasize the last word.

With a sharp exhale, Sam nodded. “Sure, yeah. Let’s talk.”

“Wonderful.” You gestured towards the entryway. Hotchner cautiously examined your interactions with the Winchesters. But when you left, he sat across from the couple to begin his investigation.

In the front yard, you screamed at the two hunters in a whisper.

“Just what do you idiots think you’re doing! Do you know how risky it is to impersonate federal agents. I can tell from a mile away that you aren’t feds.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who are you to come storming in like you own the place?” Dean scowled at you.

“The real FBI, dumbass.” You flashed them your badge. “I’m with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. They think this was the work of a goddamn serial killer.”

“And you know it’s…not?” Sam raised a brow.

“Yeah, I saw the fang back at the ME’s. I’m guessing that was you two geniuses? Because you forgot to take care of the rest of the nest.”

“You’re a hunter?”

“Left the life but never stopped chasing the monsters.”

“Okay, let’s start over. I’m Sam. This is my brother Dean. We came to work this case when a friend called us. But when we got here he was—”

“Dead,” Dean deadpanned. “But not before he took one of the vamps with him.”

“Fucking Winchesters,” you rolled your eyes. “I should have recognized you from your mug shots.”

“Got my good side, right?” Dean smirked.

“No, they caught your I’m-the-kind-of-dumbass-who-gets-arrested side. Because I can’t just let you two go.”

“What do you say we just chalk this up to an administrative misunderstanding?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

“Unfortunately for you, my boss has a propensity for rules. We’re going to have to get out of this one the old fashioned way.”

Sam furrowed his brow. “Old fash—No.”

“Yes.”

Dean wrinkled his nose. “Dude, I’m not hitting a girl.”

“Unless you want me to arrest you, I suggest that you do. And you tell me where you’re staying. Because I’m coming with you to raid that nest.”

“Oh no. No, no, no, sweetheart. We’re not bringing any ride-alongs.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

Sam sighed, “Rodeway Inn. Two miles north.”

“Good. I’ll meet you in two hours. Until then…” You gestured to your face. “And you better knock me out the first time. Because I will punch you back.”

Sam and Dean stared at each other. But with the seconds counting down, you sucked in a breath and punched Sam square in the jaw.

“HEY!”

Dean reeled his arm back in an instant.

And everything went black.

-

You snickered, a little giddy, you were never good at these things. Why he wanted you there when it wasn't a necessity was beyond you. 

He had even sent you heels. 

Still, your tummy was upset, nerves making you procrastinate and when the doorbell rang you were tugging the dress on and hurrying to answer, still surprised Tony was there on time. 

He grinned, eyeing you quickly. "Who'da thought you cleaned up so nicely Y/N?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes closing the door behind you before placing the heels on the floor to slip into them. "I am ready!"

Tony offered his arm, "then let's go make everyone jealous."

***

Steve really didn't like going to galas. More of Tony's thing really, he had of course gone to his fair share. 

It was held in a ritzy hotel and even though there was no shortage of people, he wasn't being smothered. Then again, there were more important and prominent people in attendance than Captain America.

Steve really couldn't see you in a place like this. He wondered if you even had a dress? 

"They haven't arrived."

Steve jolted, Bucky chuckled, Sam coughing to swallow a belly aching laugh. "What are you two doing here?"

Sam shrugged his wide shoulders. "We are on a date."

Steve stared at the two and rolled his eyes. "Did you two think it'd be funny to come down and watch?"

"Watch what particularly?" Bucky asked, scratching his chin nonchalantly. The three men stood off to the side, watching as the celebration continued. 

"What exactly is this for?" Sam asked, looking around. 

"This particular gala is to raise funds and awareness for inner city students who are struggling and don't have a steady meal. All proceeds will be going to the new rec center that will be open twenty four hours a day and will have housing and a place for hot showers so that kids can find a safe place when home isn't one."

Sam and the other two turned to find Tony standing behind them. "Thanks?"

Steve was a little distracted as you looked around. He had never seen you outside your SHIELD uniform. Tac gear didn't make for the most flattering clothing and when he was busy blocking or fending you off he wasn't looking at you in that way. Your job was to help hone their hand to hand combat, oftentimes that meant attacking out of the DT rooms if need be. 

The dress you wore was a deep navy blue, a few sparkles here and there but it accentuates your curves. Curves he had never noticed before. How had he not noticed? His mouth ran dry as he looked, letting his gaze follow down your waist, to your shapely legs and back up where the dress hugged your chest. You wore your hair down, pinned on one side with a blue forget me not adorning it, just behind your ear. 

"Captain."

Steve realized he was staring and you looked anywhere but at him, Bucky greeting you quickly pushing Steve to the side to press a kiss to your cheek, Sam right behind him. You relaxed, laughing as Sam flirted and threatened Tony that he would steal you away the first chance he got. Bucky grumbled about being his date and you cheered assuring him you could not steal a man from someone else. 

Steve could not stop staring. 

He knew he was staring a little too hard. But he had never seen you out of uniform. He should stop staring. Even when you joined for drinks you often wore the relaxed uniform tank top and the damned pants that apparently hid everything.

Everything.

All of that.

He thought of the way your legs wrapped around him when you literally jumped from the ceiling to attack him. 

He had had those legs wrapped around his waist… 

"And there she goes. And not a word from our fearless leader."

"Except for the gawking."

"I was not gawking!" Steve growled, taking in a breath, eyes following you as Tony led you through the crowd. People stopped and spoke to him and he watched as Tony deferred to you and you easily picked up the conversation, people turning to listen. Steve watched as Tony placed his hand on the small of your back, the way he leaned in to whisper in your ear, the man turning to smirk at him and send him a wink.

"Oh uh!" Bucky reached out a little too late as the music started and Steve started towards you and Tony. 

Sam grabbed his arm and tugged on him. "Let him figure it out, I thought we were on a date?"

*

You smiled at Tony, listening as he went on about the social and media aspects of the project. You really were just a small part of the overall project, there had been so many that came on board after you had mentioned to Tony what a rec center would mean for the kids. 

Then came all the long months of various meetings and planning, board meetings, this was the second party Tony had thrown together to get some funding under it all. Not that he couldn't outright pay for it, but he knew that you liked to work hard for your goal. Even with the community getting behind the project doing car washes and neighborhood garage sales Tony had still donated a considerable chunk to it. 

Of course, you had told him you couldn't schmooze with the people he belonged with. He had given you a look, telling you HE didn't like the people he belonged to. Which meant that if he couldn't do another gala then he would finish footing the bill and you had agreed.

Yesterday he had caught you escaping the gym after running into Steve, chuckling and teasing you about your major obvious crush on the blond. Not that the Captain ever noticed you. Reminding you that the gala was tonight and since you had forgotten he had taken it upon himself to order you a dress which was sent to your home.

Tony. 

You shook your head as he wrapped his arm around your waist, "you look absolutely devastating in that dress. Really compliments you and I know there is a certain idiot that can't take his eyes off you."

"Shut it Stark!" You growled feeling your cheeks heat up. "I have told you time and time again the Cap-"

"Excuse me Y/N?"

Tony stifled a laugh as you jumped at Steve's voice. "Hey capsicle!" Steve watched as Tony tucked you closer to him. "I was just telling Y/N here that we should get to dancing, night is young and all that-"

"I can dance."

You nearly gave yourself whiplash looking from Tony to Steve so suddenly. But the damned genius beside you clutched you close. 

"Mmm, you mean you want to steal my date? I haven't even kissed her yet-"

You tugged out of Tony's grip with a small elbow to his gut. Tony grunted softly and smiled, "you were just speaking to the mayor and I would love to dance!"

Steve watched as Tony tugged you back, placing a kiss to the corner of your lips. "Very well sweetheart-"

You rolled your eyes and shook yourself free, looking up to find Steve glaring at Tony before smiling at you. You didn't need to overthink it. Nope. Instead you let him lead you out onto the floor and followed his lead into the music. 

"You really are a good dancer," you hummed, eyes on the broad chest in front of you. The fact that your heart was thundering against your rib cage was nothing new. Every time you were around him your tummy fluttered, not to mention it was literally your job to throw yourself at him. 

"Good way to get a pretty girl in your arms." Steve smiled as you finally looked up at him.

"Thank you for coming, I don't know that many people here and…" you looked around, "I'm still relatively new and thanks to you and the others I am feeling a little more at home here."

"I understand that feeling."

"You do?"

He looked down to see you staring up at him, all doe eyed, he cleared his throat and looked away easily leading you across the dance floor. "Yeah," he shrugged, "you know, one day I'm hitting cold ice the next… I'm in New York and they're telling me that they need me to fight. So, I get it."

You felt your face burn, "ah, excuse me?" 

Steve stopped as you pulled out of his arms and hurried towards the bathroom. He grunted as Bucky slammed his shoulder into his.

"What ya say to her punk?" He growled.

Steve shook his head as Sam herded him off the floor. "She was fleeing. What were you two talking bout?" Steve told him and Sam dropped his face into his palm. 

**

The doorbell made you jump and you hurried to answer, this apartment had been home for the past two months and most of your belongings were still in boxes. None of the other SHIELD field agents knew where you lived though Tristan was the only one that knew you were in the middle of moving, had he figured out where? Swinging the door open you smiled broadly, only to gawk at the Captain that stood in your doorway. 

Steve watched you stutter for a moment.

"I'm sorry" the both of you breathed out at the same time.

You motioned for him to come in and he did, turning to face you as the door shut. "I didn't mean to make you feel…" he motioned around with his hands, "I was trying to..find familiar footing and I failed."

You wrung your hands, offering him a relieved smile, "I was worried you hated me."

"GOD no! Who could hate you?!" Steve exclaimed, he noted you were now in sweats and a large tee. Bucky had come back growling at him that you had said your goodbyes to Tony who was confused as to why you were leaving but the guy knew that you had been anxious about the whole event and he was not going to force you to stay. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to go the night without explaining myself."

You shook your head. You had thought that you had been an ass comparing your uncomfort to his lost years. And here he had come to make sure you had understood him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to have you leave the party."

He shifted from foot to foot, hands shoved in his pockets. "Are you kidding? Great way to bust me out of it, you uh… watching a movie?"

You looked over your shoulder, "yeah Die Hard, a classic. Bruce Willis is bae!" Steve smirked as you cringed. "I have snacks?" You offered quickly, attempting to move past the awkwardness of the situation. You liked him, liked his friendliness and wanted more of it.

He grinned, "if you don't mind?"

You shook your head, "go on and take the jacket off, I will restart. It just started really."

Steve shook the suit jacket off quickly following you and kicking the expensive shoes off as well. This was good. Really good. He could work with this. God he couldn't get over how cute you were. 

He settled in next to you, soon, he would tell you soon. Right now he was enjoying the way you smiled readily at him, handed him snacks and a drink. He could still smell your perfume, perhaps it was the lotion you used? 

How had he never noticed it before? No, he had noticed it. Like the way you always tucked your hair back behind your ear, something he wanted to do.

You froze as he reached over, large hand nearly cupping your face but his fingers brushing your skin to tuck your wayward hair back. You let out a quick laugh. "Thanks!" Steve nodded, sitting back, as you quietly imploded next to him unbeknownst to him. Did he not realize how close he had been to a moment? No, of course not. He was your friend. That was it. Mm. 

You focused on the explosion and gunfire on screen willing your heart to stop thundering.

Steve swallowed a swig of beer, struggling to keep his eyes focused on the screen as his heart hammered against his ribs, he focused on keeping a straight face. 

Friends. 

Pietro stared at the sign as he stood in the entrance of the little shop you worked at, what could he say? He was utterly smitten with you, everytime he walked in with Wanda he checked to see who was behind the counter. If he was lucky it was you, if not then it was the lady with the sour face. She was honestly sweet when one got to know her, or maybe it was that he liked to annoy her? 

He purposely picked random items up, misplacing them here and there, the woman following him with a tut, it caused her grief when he did it. Reminding him that things had a place and were cataloged and she didn't need him to be touching if he would not be buying said items. 

“If you can pick it up, you can take it home.” The woman snatched the small ornament from Pietro's hand, "so do not pick it up if you are not buying it."

You stifled your laughter as you entered, watching as Pietro moved around quickly, the guy could never hold still, in constant motion

Pietro could not keep the smile from his face as the woman smacked at his hands before he could grab another item.

"Thanks for coming guys!" You greeted, watching as Steve and Bucky followed, both straying immediately as Tony looked around quickly and Pietro bumped into Clint in his haste to get closer to you. 

"These two said that you needed backup" the archer hummed.

You smiled as Clint smacked Pietro's hands as he started touching items. "It's a sale! We need to sell as much as possible, well…" you tapped your chin with your pointer finger thoughtfully, crossing an arm over your chest. 

Wanda smirked as Pietro stared. Her brother was utterly obvious. It was irritating to watch the both of you dance around the other.

"The owner would like to get rid of back stock so… if you can pick it up…" you smiled, distracted by having Pietro so close as he stepped closer, intense stare on you. You felt your neck heat, he always made your tummy flutter when he spoke to you. 

Clint tipped his head at Wanda and she flicked her hand at Pietro's back, the quick flash of red shoving him forwards into you. You caught his arms in your hands and felt your face heat up as his solid body crashed into your fuller, curvier one, he dipped his head to meet your gaze with that insufferable smirk of his. 

Pietro moved quickly, bending down and wrapping his arms around your thighs, easily tossing you over his shoulder, you cried out clutching at his back desperately trying to figure out what was happening. 

"Alright Wanda?"

She sighed dramatically, "yes, about time, Sandra?"

The older lady came over with a grin, "agreed, perhaps he will finally behave?"

You gave an indignant squeak, but were unable to do much more as Pietro began walking out with you. 

"I will have her back after our date!"

"D-date?!"

Wanda waved happily as the two of you disappeared out the door. Clint sighed, "usually he's a bit quicker than this."

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