MARVEL IMAGINES and x readers

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Hank x reader

Love at second sight

Warnings : none

(y/m/p): your mutant power

Requested by:@hankbeast

Writer : Sarah Finch

The brown haired man sat at his desk tinkering with one of his latest projects, it was a little tiny bot that could detect when one of his students was cheating which in his class they always were. Not that he blamed them he was in fact the hardest teacher when it came to courses although he would let them try again as many times as they would like up to two weeks after the test, many would either fail and resort to cheating or pass and try harder. This was a sink or swim class.

“Hank, my smart friend I have a favor to ask of you.” Charles wheels in his brown hair flowing with little wisps sticking out, looking a little sheepish at his friend. Raising an eyebrow hank urges charles to continue.

“So this is kinda a big favor I need you to go to this address and pick up this woman, kidnap her if you must honestly I don't care how but get her to this mansion. Also and please be careful she is a (y/m/p).”

Rolling his eyes hank thinks to himself ‘does he really believe that I can't handle some girl with a (y/m/p). Im smarter than that. I'm going to prove him wrong’. Smirking to himself knowing fully well he was capable of doing this silly task.

“Sure I can't do that, I will get her a soon as I can.” He smirks then continues to tinker with the cheat bot. Charles shakes his head as he leaves, ‘poor Hank he doesn't even realize what he just got himself into.’

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Walking up to the tiny old run down shack that seems to have water damage and basically everything you could think of wrong with it, he smooths his clothes to make himself look presentable. Ringing the doorbell, he could hear a soft pad of the feet against the creaky floorboards even from outside the house. ‘Guess she doesn't get many visitor.’

Creaking open the door only just a crack the (y/b/t) woman pokes out slowly before opening the door fully. Glaring at the poor lanky man standing before her who had just disturbed her slumber.  

“What is it that you need?” She snaps at him making him take a step back.

“Miss (y/l/n) I was hoping you wouldn't mind joining me and going back to the Charles Xavier's School for gifted youngs…” he was immediately cut of by the slamming of the door in his face. ‘How rude, first you snap at me then you slam the door in my face what a total bitch.’

Ringing the doorbell once more, “ Miss, please listen to me or at least let me in and we can talk this over tea or coffee whatever your choice is but please.”

Opening the door she lets him in, not overly pleased but she got this strange feeling that she might as well have to or he would just keep bothering her.

Sitting down on a chair hank prepared to talk like normal civilians.

“Mis..” he begins to say but is cut off by her agian

“(y/n), please call me (y/n) Miss (y/l/n) sounds way to formal and makes me feel like i'm being lectured by a teacher.”

Hanks eyes soften oddly enough she seems more nice than when she first talked to him. “Please come with me back there I promise if you hate it there then I will personally take you back to your place no questions asked.”

“Fine I will go but do you promise that you will take me back if i don't like it?” She raises her eyebrow in suspicion.

“Promise”

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Time skip 3 months later

warnings:

A/N: This is the first time I write a Male!Reader, so bare with me lovelies -Karen

request: “Can I get a Wanda Maximoff x Male!Reader request where the Male!Reader is the younger teenage brother of Scott Lang/Ant-Man who finds himself caught in the events of Civil War. Donning a reengineered Yellowjacket suit, the Male!Reader helps Team Cap fight Team Iron Man whilst developing feelings for Wanda who develops feelings for him as well. Thanks!” - @thewarriorbear

Hello every beautiful being of the Tumblr-verse! 

My name is Karen Jensen and from this day forward I’ll be the co-writer on this amazing Marvel imagine page! 

As I said my name is Karen. I’m a 24 year old Norwegian woman who tends to laugh so hard at her own jokes she most likely won’t get them out without sounding like a dying seal! 

Full name: Karen Malene Jensen

Prefered name: Karen

What I like to do: I like to read and write books, and I also drink (a lot of) coffee/tea

Prompt:

The last time I saw Bucky, he was going off to fight. I’d been crying endlessly, it was like losing an arm or a leg. My parents had tried to comfort me by saying how it would be okay, the boys and men fighting sometimes came home, and they were sure it would be just the case for Bucky. But nothing helped, and the day the soldier came to my house to inform me that Bucky had died falling from a moving train up in the mountains, it broke me. Being a close friend of Howard Stark you begged him to help you. You begged him to help you find Bucky’s body so he could have a proper burial.

Having scavenged the area where he had fallen for days the team, consisting of the remaining members of the Howling Commandos, apart from Howard and Peggy as they were out there somewhere looking for Steve Rogers body. “It’s no use (Y/N), he’s nowhere to be found”, Dum Dum sighed, patting my shoulder, “I know, but we can’t stop looking, just like Peg and Howie won’t stop looking for Rogers”, I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t stop.

…

Weeks after the search stopped, I was out in the small village where I had settled down, close to where Bucky was last seen, rumors were spreading of an experiment being conducted on someone. No one was sure who it was, but the people in the village were scared, so close to the end of the war, they weren’t going to egg on yet another war.

It was on one of these days that some of Hydra’s men marched in the city with a troop of soviet soldiers, that you saw the so-called experiment. A man with brown hair was walking with a mask covering his face. All but metal arm was black. He seemed familiar. A small girl fell in front of me, her basket rolling onto the path of the troops. One of the men started shouting at her in Russian before throwing the basket towards her. Grabbing the basket before it could hit her I helped the girl whilst glaring at the soldiers. “What are you looking at?” the man in the mask asked, stopping to turn in my direction. Something about his voice seemed familiar. “Is this a way to treat the next generation of humans? Apologize to the girl!” I said, stepping in front of the girl, closer to the soldiers. “Get out of my way, silly woman”, the masked man said, pushing me away. That voice, BUCKY! My inner voice screaming at me, my fingers itching to pull the mask off, but I knew that if I did that, they would kill me on the spot.

That evening I sat down and wrote to Howard. I told him that I’d found Bucky and that I needed help getting him out of the hydra facility. 

tomorrow is the day you have to turn in for the co-writer contest.