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✦ Ava Starr

Immediate respect. She's probably one of the least surprised—she’s always had a read on you. Just gives you a soft, “Okay. I get it.”

Defensive and fierce. If anyone says anything about you, she’ll vaporize them. Ava does not play when it comes to you.

Validates your boundaries. Whether you want to tell the team or not, she respects your pace and keeps it between you two if you ask.

Soft moments. She’s not great with words, but she’ll do things like bring you your favorite snacks or sit on the roof with you in silence, just letting you know she’s here.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Instant acceptance, zero hesitation. He probably interrupts you halfway through because he thinks he already knows what you’re trying to say and immediately says, "I love you! I support you! You are perfect!"

He gets overexcited. Tries to show support in the loudest, most Russian dad way possible. Starts bragging about you to everyone, even when it’s not relevant: “Did you know my kid is also [insert identity]? Very special. Very brave.”

Absolutely butchers terminology. He tries, but he’s a mess with labels. You correct him and he goes, “Ah yes, I knew that. I was testing you!” (He was not.)

Protective to the extreme. If anyone gives you trouble? They're on his hit list. He’ll be like, “Who? Where? I will crush them like ant.”

✦ Yelena Belova

Chill but soft reaction. Yelena’s like, “Okay? Cool. Let’s get ice cream,” like it's the most natural thing in the world. She doesn't make it a big deal, which honestly feels super comforting.

Overtime support. She lowkey reads and learns more about your identity behind the scenes just so she’s sure she can defend you if someone says something wrong.

Subtle affirmations. Starts using your preferred name/pronouns immediately if that’s part of it. Throws in little comments like, "You look good today. I like this version of you."

Would fight anyone. If you come home upset, she’s instantly like, “Give me their name. I just want to talk,” but you both know she’s not just going to talk.

✦ Bucky Barnes

Calm but emotional reaction. He listens fully before saying anything, then quietly goes, "Thanks for trusting me with this," with that soft little nod like he means it.

Found family warmth. Starts looking out for you even more. Will sit next to you in silence just to make sure you feel safe in the space you're in.

Lowkey protective dad mode. If someone misgenders you or makes a rude comment, he’s not going to make a scene, he’s just going to make them really uncomfortable until they leave.

Grumpy but supportive. He’s bad at big speeches but he’ll mutter things like, “I don’t care what you are or who you like you’re mine, kid. That’s all that matters.”

✦ John Walker

Confused at first. Not because he’s against it, but because he doesn’t know all the terms right away. He’s like, “Okay, wait, explain it to me one more time.”

Wants to get it right. He will ask questions (maybe too many) because he genuinely wants to understand and respect you properly.

Awkward but sincere. You catch him Googling stuff late at night and then the next day he casually uses the right terms like it’s no big deal. He really is trying.

Loyal to the bone. Says stuff like, "You're my kid. I got your back. Always." Might even get into fights with people who say anything disrespectful. Not subtle about it.

✦ Bob Reynolds

Quiet but emotional. He listens to every word, so gently it almost makes you cry. He just says softly, “Okay. Thank you for telling me. I’m so proud of you.”

Worries for you. Starts being extra careful around you, constantly checking in, making sure you feel safe, validating you in little ways without making you feel like a burden.

You can’t lie to him about being fine. He can literally sense when you’re not okay and will pull you aside like, "Hey, talk to me. I can feel it."

Gentle affirmations. He will straight up say, "You deserve to be loved for exactly who you are," and you know he means it.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE WORLD HAD NEVER felt so quiet.

It was a strange, suffocating silence that pressed down on Tony Stark as the battlefield stretched out before him, reduced to rubble, ash, and despair. The wind carried nothing but dust, and in that dust, he could see the remnants of everyone he had fought so hard to save.

He stood there, frozen, as Peter crumbled in his arms.

"Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good," Peter had whispered, fear etched into every syllable. Tony had held him tighter, hoping to keep him here, hoping that somehow, this wasn’t real. But Peter’s body had turned to dust in his hands, slipping away, just like everything else in Tony’s life.

Now, Tony was left holding nothing, his mind still screaming, No, not him. Not Peter.

But it wasn’t just Peter.

From the corner of his eye, Tony saw you—stumbling, your legs shaky, like the very earth beneath you had begun to give way. His heart clenched, a sickening panic rising in his chest.

"Kid," Tony rasped, rushing to you. He dropped to his knees just in time to catch you before you fell. His hands clutched your arms, and then pulled you into his chest, holding you close. "No, not you too. Not you. Please."

You were his family, the one he'd found when the world had been just as dark as it felt now. He remembered that day so clearly—stumbling upon a Hydra base, expecting only weapons or enemies, but finding you. A scared seven-year-old, huddled inside a small cabinet, shaking uncontrollably, clutching a teddy bear that was too worn to offer any comfort. You had flinched when he tried to reach for you, pushing yourself deeper into that small space, as if the shadows could protect you.

"It's okay," he had whispered back then, voice gentle, soft, as if speaking too loudly would break you. It had taken time—God, so much time—but you'd eventually come out, and Tony had made a silent promise. He would protect you, no matter what.

But now, he was failing. Again.

Tony felt your body tremble against him as you fought to stay, to hold on. But you couldn't. He saw it in your eyes, the same way he'd seen it in Peter's just moments before. He couldn't lose you. Not you. Not the kid he raised, mentored, cared for more than he ever let on.

You looked up at him, your face pale, your breaths shaky, and tears welled up in your eyes—tears that you were desperately trying to hold back. Tony knew you didn’t want him to see you break. You didn’t want him to see the fear, because if you broke, then Tony would break too. And he couldn’t. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this.

You offered him a small, fragile smile. A smile meant to comfort him, even though you were the one slipping away. "It's gonna be okay," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. "You’ll find a way... I know you will."

Tony shook his head, his voice cracking as he mumbled, "No, no, no, don't... don't do this." He held you tighter, like somehow holding on would keep you here. "You're gonna be fine. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix everything, just—please." His voice broke into sobs that he couldn’t control.

You lifted a trembling hand to his cheek, wiping away a tear. Your smile faltered, but it didn’t fall. "Tony... it’s okay," you whispered.

You reached up, your hand shaking, and touched his face. Tony’s breath caught in his throat as he felt the warmth of your skin, the way your fingers trembled as if even that small movement was too much.

Tony shook his head violently, his throat burning as he held back the sobs that threatened to tear out of him. "No, don’t... don’t say that. You’re gonna be fine, you hear me? You have to be fine."

But even as he said it, he felt you slipping away. The trembling in your body started to ease, but not because you were calming down. It was because you were fading.

The tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to make this harder for him. But Tony could see the truth—you were scared. You didn’t want to die.

You took one last shaky breath, your hand dropping from his face as your body began to dissolve, turning into dust that slipped through Tony’s fingers.

"Please," Tony begged, his voice raw, broken. "Please, don’t go."

But it was too late. You were already gone.

Tony knelt there, in the ruins of the world, staring at the empty space where you had been just moments before. His mind was spinning, his heart torn apart by the loss. First Peter. Now you. The two kids who had given him hope, the ones he’d sworn to protect, were gone. And he had failed.

He pressed his hands to the ground where you had been, his body shaking uncontrollably. The battlefield was quiet again, but this time it was unbearable. It was the silence of everything he had lost, everything he could never fix.

Tony could still hear your voice in his head, the last words you had spoken to him echoing in the hollow space of his heart.

"It’s okay."

But it wasn’t. None of this was okay. You were gone, and he couldn't protect you. He couldn’t stop this, and now you—his kid—were nothing but ash scattered in the wind. The weight of it all—the failures, the loss, the utter powerlessness—was crushing.

Tony buried his face in his hands, shaking uncontrollably. The tears wouldn’t stop, not now. Not when the one person who trusted him, believed in him, was gone.

All those years ago, you had been a broken, terrified child hiding in a cabinet, and Tony had promised to keep you safe. He had failed.

But secretly he cares a lot.

He overcompensates for his lack of affection throughout the year by buying everyone the expensive gifts he knows they want but could never justify spending on themselves.

At surface level, it just seems like “oh rich guy is spending rich guy money”

But they’re actually really thoughtful gifts

Like last year, he got Peter a new laptop for school.

He bought Bucky new and thick clothes since all of his were old and worn.

He upgraded Clints cellular data so he could talk to his family anywhere.

Things like that.

Sam and Rhodey take one for the team and string the christmas lights on the tower

“It’s too cold for this.” Sam would complain, the sharp wind nipping at his cheeks as he flew from one end of the building to the other, lights in tow.

“Come one man, where’s your christmas spirit?” Rhodey would laugh

“I’m just doing this so stark’s power bill goes up.”

it really was worth it seeing the tower lit up top to bottom though

Wanda LIVES for commercialized American Christmas

"We have to make gingerbread houses and go to Rockefeller to see the Christmas tree and we have to go out to the snow and go sledding-"

She demands family Christmas photos be taken, even though you don't really have anyone to send them to.

This years theme was christmas pjs

Which lead to a few very interesting viral videos of the avengers in an Old Navy

“Tony come on the reindeer ones are cute!”

“Bruce. A man can not hold onto his masculinity while wearing pjs with dancing reindeer.”

Natasha gets tired of the bellyaching and bickering and makes the final decision

She grabs everyone’s size in the Reindeer pjs and marches to the front of the store

After snagging Tony’s credit card, of course.

Actually taking the picture is a whole other ball game, but that’s a story for another day

Thor has a hard time with the idea of Santa

You try to explain it to him, but it doesn’t seem to help

“So a fat man breaks into the safety of your home late into the night… and you let it happen because he comes baring gifts?”

“Well… yeah.”

“But only to nice children. That he stalks throughout the year.”

“He doesn’t stalk the children he just…”

“Hm.” He squints. “what about the naughty children?”

“They don’t get any presents.”

“OR,” Wanda interjects, “Krampus comes to get them.”

“Is that another fat man in a red disguise?”

“No. He’s a demon sent from hell to eat them.”

Thor nods in approval. “Ah. That’s much more asgardian. A fair reward system for the youth!”

You stare at him. “So… you’re okay with Krampus but not Santa?”

“Well I think they work together well, like a team. Like us!”

“I… I guess…”

Decorating the tree was an all night event

You would help happy bring up what felt like hundreds of boxes of christmas decorations

The tree itself was about 15 feet tall, because it wouldn’t be a holiday at the compound if you guys weren’t extra

It was placed in the living space, right next to a huge wall of windows so all of New York could see your festivity

it had to be decorated to the nines to pass Wanda’s inspection

Not a bare branch

Theres tinsel, ribbons, colorful lights, and hundreds of ornaments

But of course, ladders were a no go

You guys liked a challenge

To reach the higher branches, you and Natasha would stand on Steve and Buckys shoulders

And I mean stand

Not sit

It was a thrilling balancing game

You trusted them to catch you if you fell, but you still had to try to avoid it at all costs to save the tree from certain destruction

Peter would dangle from the ceiling, crawling around to hang ornaments toward the very top

Both of these acts nearly gave Bruce and Vision a heart attack

“CAP, you’re moving to fast shes gunna lose balance-“

“Bruce, please take a breath.”

Meanwhile Thor is getting distracted by all the ornaments and forgetting to actually hang them up

“This one’s a little man of snow! How silly!”

Speaking of ornaments

You all have an ornament of yourself on the tree

Or, your super hero alias at least

There’s a tiny black widow, a little iron man, a bity baby hulk, so on and so forth

Tony always demands his be the highest up on the tree to fuel his god complex

Drawing names out of a hat to see who got to put the star on top of the tree

(except you guys would always rig it behind Wanda’s back, only putting her name in the hat)

She would always protest, insisting to let someone else do it this year, but you guys never relented

So with a big cheesy grin on her face, she would use her magic to delicately place the star on the tippy top

You would think Natasha wouldn’t want to see the Nutcracker Ballet after her time in the red room

But it makes her so happy to see dancing as an art form instead of a way to brainwash young girls

She drags you, Clint, Wanda, and whoever else wants to tag along every year

She even splurges on front row seats

You look over and see her eyes glittering while she watches every turn, leap, and stunt intently

Leaving the theater, she’ll walk on her toes and do a few turns, encouraging you to try as well.

She ends up cackling watching you trip and stumble

“We’ll work on it.”

Can you IMAGINE the ginger bread making contest???

You’re all huddled around the long dining room table with christmas music playing

Theres Clint and Natasha, who just make the classic gingerbread house, no fancy bells or whistles.

Then there’s Bruce,Tony, and Peter who are going absolutely wild building gingerbread sky scrapers and gingerbread hotels.

“Mr. Stark look, I made a working elevator!”

Bruce puts an electric system (fairy lights) through his

Steve and Bucky rebuild their childhood homes

Wanda is going all out, delicately hand placing every candy and covering the whole thing in edible glitter

Visions is pretty similar, but more sleek and modern than Wanda’s

And then there’s Thor, who’s totally missing the point and just DUMPING everything on top

“Hey Peter, I think yours is missing something.”

You string a long thread of white rope candy from his structure to yours.

“Webs!”

“You know… we can probably make a web-like consistency with some starch and frosting…”

That becomes a whole sticky project, but you eventually get it to work, connecting everyone’s gingerbread houses with icing webs

Steve and Bucky are TOTALLY participating in the classic christmas traditions they grew up on.

They sit quietly together in the living room, making paper chains and stringing popcorn

“Do you mind if I join you guys?”

they smile gently. “Of course not.”

You sit crisscross in front of the couch while they teach you

They tell you stories of christmases long, long ago, which feels kinda silly considering they’re talking like grandpas while not appearing much older than you

On Christmas eve, you’re all there except for Clint, who went home to his family

Youre all dressed in your pajamas from the christmas card

You make hot coco and cider

Wanda pops in some old vhs tapes and you watch the classics late into the night

“Alright you nutcrackers,” tony would say around midnight. “I know you want to stay up and catch Santa, but he’s not coming if you all stay awake.”

he really just wanted to go to bed

He sauntered off, calling for lights out.

Most of the boys wandered away to their rooms, leaving you, Wanda, Nat and Thor not quite ready for sleep.

“So,” you ask, taking a sip of coco, “Do you guys think we’re on the naughty list?”

Natasha Chuckled. “I’m not sure. Does beating people up count as naughty if you’re taking down the bad guys?”

Thor set his mug down on the coffee table, the bells on his sweater jingling. “Do not fear ladies, I will catch that nasty Krampus if he comes in to devour your soul. I believe you were doing the right thing.”

You all laughed, thinking he was joking. But he just stared at you.

“Thor… you realize Krampus and Santa aren’t… real?” Wanda asked.

He had a hard time swallowing that.

He ended up sleeping on the couch “just in case”

you woke up at 3 am to a loud clattering coming from the living room

You decided to check it out against your better judgement

There was Thor. Hammer in one hand, cookie in another.

Down the hall toward the elevator was a completely destroyed life-size nutcracker.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I thought I heard something by the elevator.”

“Congratulations. You murdered the Nutcracker.”

“I feared he was an accomplice of the holiday demon.”

“He’s been there for weeks!”

“He could have been a spy. Or possessed.”

“Goodnight Thor.”

Christmas Morning finally arrived

Everyone was sleeping soundly in their beds

Until Sam decided to be a little shit and wake everyone up at 7 am

He pounded on every. single. bedroom door.

“Y/NNNN. SANTA CAME TO TOWNNNNN.” he sing-songed

“No he didn’t.” You grumbled. “Thor killed him.”

“… I don’t know what that means.”

You all stumble out into the living room

Natasha took the time to actually run a brush through her hair and do her morning skincare

You and wanda were far too excited and skipped over that completely, barely remembering to brush your teeth

Tony looked the roughest - he had a silk robe draped over his pjs and looked like he was just awakened from a coma

Essentially, everyone was a little disheveled

Vision made everyone coffee before you started the gift exchange

You all sat around the coffee table in a circle so everyone could see each other

Bruce and Steve passed out the gifts from under the tree

it took a solid few minutes, there was a MOUNTAIN of presents

You went one at a time opening gifts

Some people think this is awkward, but you felt it was more genuine

this way, everyone can see the gift and the joy on the receivers face

as well as a million “thank you”s

It also gave time for the giver to explain why they chose the gift they did, whether it be something they remembered you said you wanted, something they knew you needed, or even just a simple “this made me think of you”

In the end, you loved all your gifts

And everyone loved what you got for them

brielarson my sweet angel baby

brielarson love you so much can’t wait to see you!!!!!!!!💖💖

(y/n)fan1 HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO

(y/n)fan2 THE SET LIST??? CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SET LIST

(y/n)fan3 HAPPIER THEN TRAITOR BACK TO BACK???

(y/n)fan4 ITS LIKE SHE WANTS TO SEE US CRYYY

(y/n)(l/n) bc I do🧍‍♀️

(y/n)fan5 WHAT THE FUCK

tomholland2013 FINNA BE IN PIT

(y/n)fan6 HE FINNA BE IN PITTTTT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

zendaya @/tomholland2013 bro shut up

robertdowneyjr Wishing you the best of luck, see you soon bee🐝❤️

paulbettany You’re going to do great!!😃

lifeisaloha Love you fam🫶🏼

(y/n)(l/n) All the love Jacobbbb🫶

(y/n)updates I’m ready.

(y/n)fan7 you’re the harryflorals of (y/n) stans

(y/n)fan8 where’s (y/n)scloset????

(y/n)scloset I’m hereeeee🙋‍♀️

markruffalo Wishing you a FANTASTIC and safe tour❤️

(y/n)(l/n) thank you Mark!!❤️

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(y/n)(l/n) North America tour dump✨🦋💜🎸🔮💿🎀

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chrisevans can you just pls sign my poster?

chrisevans please (y/n) I’ve been waiting outside for 30 minutes and teenagers scare the shit out of me

anthonymackie get in line

imsebastianstan I was here first

mcufan1 ya’ll are actual children

evansfan1 @/chrisevans don’t act like we didn’t just see you and Scott going off during Good 4 u👀

elizabetholsen So so so proud!!🤩❤️

mcufan2 Lizzie these are very millennial emojis

(y/n)fan9 MOTHER

(y/n)fan10 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

scarlettjohansson You are the most incredible person I know, what an honor it was to see you live❤️

mcufan3 I SAW YOU AT THE NEW YORK SHOW!!!!!

letitiawright TO EUROPE SHE GOES!!! Can’t wait to see you💜

chrishemsworth can you please do a shoey when you come to Australia?

(y/n)(l/n) no❤️

(y/n)fan11 outta them Doc Martins?💀

(y/n)(l/n) @(y/n)fan11 I swear my feet don’t smell bad

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imsebastianstan ALL THE FLOWERS FOR YOU💐

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elizabetholsen MY BABY❤️

(y/n)fan12 mother sighting

(y/n)fan13 the marvel cast is so cute

mcufan4 They really are her second family🥹

anthonymackie Wtf you went without me?

paulrudd I had a great time Sebastian🫶

paulrudd @(y/n)(l/n) you were phenomenal

anthonymackie YOU WENT WITH PAUL???

mcufan5 LMAOOOOO

mcufan6 NOT SEBASTIAN BEING UNRESPONSIVE

(y/n)(l/n) love you Paul <3

(y/n)(l/n) THANK YOU FOR COMING💜💜💜

vancityreynolds YOU BETRAYED ME.

(y/n)fan14 is his singing a lyric or is he also yelling at Seb?

mcufan7 Ryan what—

mcufan8 Seb what’s your favorite song off the sour album??

imsebastianstan Traitor and Favorite Crime

(y/n)fan15 Bucky coded.

mcufan9 i bet these are on his Bucky playlist

Chris Evans via Instagram Story:

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robertdowneyjr You little legend you💜 What an incredible show @(y/n)(l/n) put on tonight at LA! Your talent, charisma, and presence made this such a memorable experience. This show was anything but Sour, the room was full of love and it’s all what (Y/n) deserves. Proud of you always, your Pops❤️

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mcufan10 “Proud of you always, your pops”🥹

(y/n)(l/n) It meant so much for you and your family to come out tonight, thank you so much I love you all❤️

(y/n)fan16 I’m crying this is so sweet😭

therussobrothers Can’t wait to document such a legend

mcufan11 excUSE ME?

mcufan12 WHAT—

(y/n)fan17 A TOUR DOCUMENTARY???

(y/n)(l/n) coming soon on Disney+😉

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(y/n)(l/n) Quick pit stop⛽️

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zendaya face card never declines

(y/n)scloset bestie where is the sweater in the fourth slide from?

(y/n)scloset unfortunately could not find it :(

(y/n)(l/n) my nana made it <3

(y/n)fan18 we love nana😌

tomholland2013 2 MORE WEEKS TILL IM IN PIT😎😎😎🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

anthonymackie shut up

zendaya you’re embarrassing me🫣

(y/n)fan19 TOM FINNA BE IN PIT YALL🔥🔥🔥

florencepugh you look better in my sunglasses than I do

(y/n)fan20 besties

(y/n)(l/n) I’ll give them back to you when I’m in London😌

haileesteinfeld my baby girlll😍

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(y/n)(l/n) UK BABY OI OI🇬🇧👑☕️

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(y/n)fan21 OI OIIIIII

(y/n)fan22 she’s such a One Direction fan I love it

florencepugh you mystical, voice of an angel, fairy baby I love youuuu🧚‍♀️❤️

(y/n)fan23 FLO WAS AT NIGHT 1

(y/n)fan24 I CANT BELIEVE I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS FLORENCE AND (Y/N)

flofan1 The fact that Flo was backstage and not at the guest section🥹😭

mcufan11 WHERE IS TOM????

brielarson my cutie pie🥰

mcufan12 (Y/N) (L/N) WORLD DOMINATION

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tomholland2013 told you guys I was finna be in pit😎🔥

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imsebastianstan unbelievable

mcufan13 how was Tom even allowed in pit with all the fans???😭😭

chrisevans wtf bro

paulrudd OH so this is pit

mcufan14 not paul not knowing what pit is😭😭

anthonymackie she only let you into pit to make you shut up😒

mcufan15 Tom riling everyone up is hilarious😭😭

(y/n)fan25 I’m just as salty ac Mackie tbh..

tomholland2013 don’t be so jealous, there’s always next tour🤪

(y/n)fan26 was right next to Tom the entire concert and I swear I love the man, but he kept screaming in my ear💀

zendaya @/tomholland2013 can never take you anywhere man

“Oh, well I can’t deny candy to the cutest looking witch I’ve ever seen.” He teased, reaching over to the table where he definitely hadn’t placed two pieces of chocolate candy for this very purpose, “Here you go.”

The candy was dropped into your little pumpkin-shaped bin and you squealed, “Tank you, Unca Steve!” Another toothy grin was flashed at the man before you waddled away and over to the next door down the hall.

Nat stood up at the sound of your tiny fist hitting the door and she smiled softly, “Hey there, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” She asked, squatting down to your level and playfully flicking the top of your hat.

You giggled, face scrunching up as you looked at the woman, “Twick or tweet!” You repeated, eagerly holding your bin out in front of you.

“Hmm,” The redhead pretended to think as she slowly stood up, “Let me see what I have here.”

She reached behind the door and pulled out a large bag of chips that she had snagged from Tony’s snack cabinet earlier.

“Yay! Yay!” You cheered, jumping up and down in excitement.

When she bent down to your level again, you were quick to place a sloppy kiss on her cheek, “Tanks aun’ Naddy!”

“Anytime, little one.”

The next door over, Thor was bouncing on the balls of his feet, practically jumping out of his skin in both anticipation and excitement.

Your fist had barely even tapped the door by the time it flew open and you were met with the sight of a very enthusiastic looking God.

“Lady Witch!” He exclaimed loudly, probably shaking the tower a little bit, “I have brought you some candy for your Halloween!”

He rushed back into the room and returned only a second later with a big bowl filled to the brim with candy, dumping the entire contents into your bin.

He wasn’t the only one who was thrilled anymore.

Loud laughs of joy escaped you as you looked down at your loot, “Tank you, tank you!” You chanted, rushing off to yet another doorway.

Clint opened the door about a minute after you knocked, and in that time you rocked back and forth on your heels, huffing impatiently.

When it finally did swing open, he was leaning against the frame, looking down at you cooly, “Sup, kid?” He appeared to be the only one who hadn’t gotten the memo.

“Twick or tweet!” You demanded cutely, holding up your almost full bin in front of your face.

He raised his eyebrows, “Halloween?” Then he took a quick glance around his room, “Alright kid, you just stay there.”

When he returned, he was holding a packet of Oreos, which he tossed in your tub, “Here, kid, knock yourself out.”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before giving a firm nod and turning on your heel to walk away.

He blinked after you for a moment before shrugging and closing his door once more.

The next person to see you was Bruce, who nervously eyed your candy load, “Are you sure you should be having that much junk food, n/n? You could get really sick if you eat all of that.”

“Twick or tweet.” You ignored him.

And he ignored you in return, “I really don’t think I should be giving you anymore-“

“Candy!” You yelled, silencing him.

His eyes widened and he quickly rushed away, only to come back a second later and throw a bag of popcorn into your pile.

You smiled sweetly, “Tank you, unca Buce.”

The door to Tony’s room opened before you even reached it, and he quickly pulled you into it before stealthily closing it.

“You got the candy?” He asked once he was finished.

You giggled, dumping all of it onto his table in the center of the room.

A large grin broke out onto his face and he picked you up and spun you around, “Well done, my little witchy pumpkin!”

Another laugh escaped you, “Tank you, daddy!”

“We’re gonna have so much fun eating all this candy.” He promised placing you down and making his way over to the couch, already unwrapping a chocolate bar, “Just make sure not to tell your mother.”

They’re just trying to keep you safe by keeping you out of their line of work. Supposedly. That’s how the excuse goes, at least, and goodness knows you’ve heard it often enough for the words to become familiar. People get hurt when you tangle in the Avengers business. Since you’re still a kid, they don’t want you to have any part of it. Sure, your parents made sure you’ve been taking self defense courses since you were old enough for the tutelage to have any impact, and your father trained you in the bow and arrow before that, but it’s not the same.

Secretly, you’ve always wanted more. Ever since you figured out that your dad was an Avenger, you couldn’t wait until you could join those ranks of heroes. Earth always needs a protector, and this need is only strengthened ever since your world broadened to include the rest of the galaxy. There’s a place for you as a hero, you’re certain of that. The only problem rests with convincing your parents that it’s time for you to help take up the mantle of saving the world.

They’re not too pleased with the idea, to say the least. Your mom insists that saving the world is going to have to happen after you graduate college, and your dad is leaning more towards pushing that date to never ever. No matter what you say about it being your responsibility to help protect the universe when it needs a helping hand, they’re not likely to guide you along that road.

You were assuming that you’d never get a chance to prove your worth. Your dad seemed more than ready to hang up his hat as a former Avenger, especially since you were all dusted and came back to find him without one of his oldest friends. You miss Natasha just as much as he does, but losing the Black Widow solidified the idea in your dad’s mind that he couldn’t afford to lose anyone else he cared about. As one of his precious children, you were certainly one of the ones to be protected.

After Thanos was defeated, you had assumed that was it, so much for your hero aspirations until you were old enough for your parents to get off of your back. However, only a short time had passed before Hawkeye was back in the news, and, most excitingly of all, back in the business. He claimed it was only going to be a one-off affair, something small that he would handle and return with plenty of time for Christmas.

As the days passed, though, and your dad stayed away to handle the ever-growing issues, you started to wonder if maybe your hopes might have a chance at coming back from the dead. Once your dad came back with his new sidekick in tow, you knew you were good as gold. One way or another, you were going to become a hero. Even if you had to draft Kate Bishop to make that happen.

You had a game plan. All the best heroes do. When she first walked through your door, Kate looked terrified, so nervous about accidentally being an unwanted guest that she failed to pick up on the scheming spark in your eyes upon seeing her. Immediately, you befriended the girl. That part was easy, and would have happened even if you weren’t planning on asking her for tips on how to crack into the hero business. Kate’s a nice girl, and a great friend. Honestly, even if you won’t be able to hack it in the world of the Avengers, you’d still be glad to have met her at all.

By the end of that weekend, you and Kate find yourselves staying up late after everyone else went to bed, aimlessly talking about whatever comes across your mind. She’s really funny, and many times you find yourself wiping tears from your eyes from laughing too hard.

On one of these occasions, Kate glances across the sofa at you. You watch as her broad grin turns into a softer smile. “Thanks for having me over, Y/N. I mean it. I’m really glad Clint let me come over.”

“Of course,” you assure her. “We’re friends now, aren’t we?”

She nods. “Absolutely. If there’s ever anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask. Please.”

This is exactly what you were hoping to hear. “Well,” you say slowly. “You said anything, right?”

Kate frowns. “Hopefully still something legal, but we can get around that. What did you have in mind?”

You can’t hide your devious grin any longer. “I want you to train me to be a hero.”

Kate blinks at you. “What?”

You wave your hand vaguely at her. “I’ve been begging my dad to train me for years and he never gave in, but somehow you broke through his shell and got him back into the ring. I want to know how you did it. I know martial arts, so I can fight, but I don’t know how to start helping people who need it. You do. Teach me your secrets.”

Kate shakes her head disbelievingly. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I have a feeling I’d make a terrible teacher.”

“I have a feeling that says otherwise,” you insist. “Come on, Kate. At the least, it won’t be boring.”

Kate glances self-consciously at the stairs, but upon certifying that no one else is listening into the conversation, she nods at last. “Alright. Just don’t tell your dad, I finally got Clint to stop getting annoyed with me. I don’t need him to freak out because I took you on a few patrols.”

You pump your first in celebration. “Oh, I’m not saying a word. Trust me on that. This is going to be so good!”

Kate can’t help but laugh. “I think that’s right.”

Hero lessons start the next morning, bright and early. Kate claims that heroes have to be ready to defend the world at all hours of the day, but you catch her yawning into her hand when she thinks you’re not looking anyway. The two of you go on runs, practice sparring, and trade shots at the archery targets in your backyard. Although she initially tries to hide it, you know Kate is impressed with your marksmanship. That’s just the perks of growing up with an Avenger, you suppose, but it is quite satisfying to watch each of your arrows hit the bullseye whenever you fire.

Not all of your training is physical, though. Kate also teaches you important things like strategy– how to tell when you’re walking into a trap, how to get information without exposing yourself as being on a case, how to trust a stranger without letting down your guard. You half feel as if you ought to be taking notes, but Kate’s so passionate about what she says that it’s easy to follow along and remember afterwards.

Kate’s visit to the Barton family farm ends eventually, as all well-intentioned visits must. You still insist that she’s got several more months to go before she even begins to get on your nerves, but the older girl just laughs and says that it’s for the best that she heads back to the city, anyway. Something about needing to clean up loose ends. Kate assures you that you’re free to visit at any time, but you know you’ll still think fondly on these days in not-so-bleak December, back when the two of you were running circles around everyone else and planning out what it means to be a hero.

The two of you exchange phone numbers before you go, and it’s a rare night indeed that you haven’t heard from her, either a text message here and there or a lengthy call recounting all that you’ve experienced since you last parted. You’ve already made your dad promise to take you with him the next time he goes to Manhattan so you can visit Kate, and the two of you have a long list of things you need to do while you’re there. Fence, for one thing. Practice archery, for another. Maybe even save some lives while you’re at it.

Even if you and Kate may not be having face to face clandestine meetings anymore, though, that doesn’t mean you’re likely to give up on your dreams of becoming an Avenger someday. You practice according to her tips, consistently checking in to make sure you’re improving as you should. One day, you’ll get your chance. You can feel it.

Maybe six months after you first meet Kate Bishop, your patience comes to fruition. On a day trip with your school to a nearby city, you’re traveling from museum to museum with your class when you spot someone getting mugged down a nearby alleyway. Your first instinct, of course, is to help, so you murmur a quick excuse to your classmates before ducking down the alley.

The thieves aren’t expecting someone like you to jump in, and they certainly aren’t expecting you to kick their asses. The victim thanks you profusely, which makes you feel great. Maybe being a hero is well within your reach after all.

What you didn’t like so much, however, was having to sit around the police station later as a key eyewitness to the crime. You forgot one key step, which was to clear out pretty soon after saving the day. Your dad has to come pick you up, and although you’re not in trouble, you still feel guilty for making him go out of his way to get you.

Clint sits down across from you in the police station waiting room. He eyes your bruised knuckles with a raised eyebrow, then sighs. “Kate Bishop got to you, then?”

Your jaw drops in surprise. “What? I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Your dad snorts. “This whole scene has her name written all over it. Kate’s got a good heart, but her planning needs some work. I’m assuming you made her help you out after I told you that Avenging couldn’t be in your future?”

You wince. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

You’re expecting a lot of reactions from your dad upon hearing that you’ve been sneaking around behind his back to pursue the one career ambition he’s strictly declared off-limits. Breaking out into quiet laughter, however, isn’t that. “Mad? Why on earth would I be mad? You saved someone out there, someone who needed it. You kept yourself safe and kicked some bad guy ass while you were at it. I’m not mad, Y/N. I’m proud of you.”

A slow, careful smile spreads onto your face. “Really?”

“Really,” he affirms. “Just– next time tell Kate that the two of you don’t have to hide it from me, alright? I think both of you could use extra lessons in how to pick your battles.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Alright, alright. Does this mean she’s visiting again?”

“Maybe that you’re visiting her,” he suggests. “I’ve got a meeting coming up in the city and I was thinking about taking you with me. Only if you want to, of course.”

You spring up from your chair, wrapping your arms around him. “Of course I want to! Let’s go, I have to call Kate about this immediately.”

Clint shakes his head fondly as the two of you head to the door. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? Neither of you can get involved in multiversal nonsense, promise me that.”

“Absolutely,” you assure him, but you cross your fingers when he’s not looking. When it comes to you and Kate, the sky’s the limit.

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Steve and Tony, who had been closet to where you were during the fight- who had been trying, and failing, to keep an eye on you- automatically sprung forward and fought their way towards your limp body.

Tony had reached you first, shooting off the chitauri and falling to his knees by your side, panic seizing his body as his breathing stuttered and he felt as though his heart froze.

Rogers had taken care of the rest of them, holding more and more at bay as Stark rapidly scanned your vitals, screaming at FRIDAY for anything she could do to help you.

It hadn’t taken long for the rest of the avengers to group by your side, all forming almost a protection circle around you as chitauri came hurtling from all sides.

Everything about the last five years have been scary, for all of them, and the ones who just got back were feeling it too- but nothing could ever have made them as terrified as they were now as seeing you fall, still unconscious on the ground.

The adrenaline that spiked with their fear was the only thing keeping them going for the rest of the battle, keeping them fighting. For you.

-•-

All of the original avengers sat around the white room, the only sound coming from the steady beeping of the heart monitor that was beside the bed in the middle of the room.

Tony and Steve sat side by side on a couch that was shoved into a corner, the ladder with his arms braced against his knees and his eyes trained lifelessly on the wall ahead of him. The former had his head down, fingers interlocked on the back of his head, his own eyes squeezed shut tightly.

On the other side of the room, Thor stood in the doorway, still and quieter than anyone in that room had ever seen him- had ever thought to be possible for the god.

Bruce stood beside him, head hung low.

Nat sat in a chair in the opposite corner, stiff as a board.

Clint was crouched down on the floor beside her, his hands folded over his mouth as he stared unblinkingly at the bed that you were currently laying in.

You looked so small, so helpless on the large mattress, your skin drained of all its usual color and a mixture of healing bruises and cuts scattered across all of your visible skin.

“Why would we ever let her go out there with us?” Steve was the first one to break the suffocating silence for almost two hours, not looking away from the wall. His voice held nothing but complete and utter brokenness.

Sure, in the end, they had won the battle against Thanos, Tony had snapped him away into oblivion and been strong enough to survive- but they didn’t feel like victors. Not with you, laying in that hospital bed, yet to wake up- even weeks later- fighting for your life in no way that you ever had.

They all knew how you were- how your powers worked. How the shadow manipulation that you were able to do physically and mentally drained you, making you weaker and weaker until you were in a state of sickness.

You had been with them long enough, since ultron, that they knew how they worked, and the tax it had on you.

And yet, they had let you insist on joining them on the field. They had let you walk into the most danergous battle of any of their lives.

You had used too much of your powers. You had almost drained your entire life force, according to the doctors.

Your life force.

None of the avengers had ever known that was what your powers were drawn from, and they had no idea if you did either.

“She’s just a kid.” Nobody had ever heard Nat’s voice crack like that.

It was true, you were only thirteen, and one of the strongest people in the world with your shadow manipulation abilities.

All of the avengers could admit that they saw you as their own. They loved and did everything in their power to protect you. But they failed.

Just then, without any sort of warning, Thor stooped down and picked up the empty chair that sat idly next to him, and chucked it as hard as he could at the empty wall across from him.

Nobody so much as blinked at the action.

“Why are we all just sitting around?” Thor roared, a misery laying behind his words that none of his teammates had ever heard from him,“Somewhere in the nine realms, there must be a way to wake her up and heal her!”

Before anyone could say anything, a small sound coming from your bed caught their attention, making them all freeze.

A slight hitch of breath. It was so soft, barely even there, but they had heard it.

So they all stood there, staring. Waiting. Waiting for something to happen.

A few moments passed and nothing happened, but none of the avengers gazes ever faltered from your form.

Finally, they watched with baited breath as your eyelids fluttered. And slowly, almost painfully.

All of the avengers couldn’t move for a moment. They just stood there, watching as your eyes squinted and you blinked slowly up at the ceiling once.

Natasha was the first one to snap out of it as she sprang to her feet and rushed to your side just as you tried to push yourself up on the bed, confusion evident on your features.

“Woah, woah, woah. Easy, n/n.” She gently coaxed you back down onto the bed, touching you as if you were made of the most fragile material.

Your eyes shot to her for a second before they went around to all the other people in the room, noticing that they were there for the first time.

“Wh-” Your throat was scratchy from unuse so you couldn’t even get the word out.

“Hey, take your time.” Steve had strode across the room and was now at your side, a glass of water form your bedtime table, helping you to carefully drink it.

Gratefully, still unsure of what exactly to do, you gulped down the water, it helping soothe your throat.

You coughed lightly when you pulled away, eyes wide as you sat, propped up against the pillows, looking around at your teammates with their concerned expressions.

“Wh-what happened?” You were able to get this question out this time, though your voice was very much unlike yourself.

By now, everyone had floated to your bed, surrounding you from all sides.

“We were fighting Thanos,” Tony said, his voice uncharacteristically soft, “Do you remember any of it?”

Your eyebrows furrowed for a moment as you tried to think- desperately searching your mind for what he was asking you to recall- ignoring the pounding in your head when it finally came back to you.

Recognition sparked in your eyes.

“The- the last thing I remember was falling.” You tell them.

Nat nodded patiently, perching on the mattress beside you and gently rubbing your arm comfortingly, “You used too much of your power. It-” She cut herself off, eyes shooting away from you as she swallowed thickly, unable to finish.

“It almost killed you.” Clint finished, eyes locking with yours sadly.

Panic flared if you suddenly, and you went to push yourself up again, “Wait, Thanos. Where is- is everyone-“ You fell back against the pillows with a small cry of pain as you tried to put pressure on your arm.

All the avengers jolted forward, though they were unsure of what they could do to help you.

“Careful, careful.” Bruce muttered, batting Tony away from your side so he could stand there and survey the monitors that were currently reading your vitals, “You’re gonna need to take it easy for a while, n/n.”

“Everyone’s okay.” Nat reassured you softly, gently moving a strand of hair out of your face, “Thanos is gone. We don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

You sagged back into your pillows with relief, letting a small sigh escape your lips.

“Are you feeling alright, Lady Y/n? Is there anything we can get for you?” Thor asked anxiosuly, bouncing slightly on his toes.

You shot him a shaky smile, “I’m alright now, thanks, Thor.”

“N/n…” Tony spoke up, hesitance clear in his eyes, “The… the doctor said that… that you almost died becuase…” He was struggling to get the words out as all the avengers tensed up, knowing where he was going with this- though none of them stepped up to stop him, “Becuase your powers are draining your life force.”

You quieted, shrinking back slightly into the pillows behind you, biting down on your bottom lip and moving your eyes to stare at the sheets instead of at your teammates.

“Y/n,” Steve was serious suddenly, “Did you know about this?”

Briefly, you closed your eyes before letting a sigh escape through your nose and you nodded your head slightly.

The avengers felt their already broken hearts break into a thousand more pieces.

“You- you knew?” Bruce stuttered out, agony written all over his features.

“I had a lot of free time in the last five years,” You explained quietly, “I began experimenting with my powers more and more. I-I didn’t really know, but I had my suspicions.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Nat could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

You shrugged stiffly, “I was gonna, but then everything happened so fast and I knew you would never let me go out there with you guys if you had known.”

“You’re damn right we wouldn’t have!” Tony yelled suddenly, the loudness of his voice making you flinch back, “What the hell were you thinking? Why would you ever-”

“Stark.” Steve commanded quietly, immediately silencing the billionaire, “Enough.”

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, tears of your own filling your eyes as you blinked down at the sheets, “I just wanted to help.”

“Kid, you…you could’ve died.” Clint spoke up, voice wavering, “That’s not something we’re willing to risk. Ever.”

“He’s right, Lady Y/n,” Thor said, “You should not have been out on the battlefield that day.”

You dropped your head, “I know.”

Nat sighed, reaching out and gently squeezing your uninsured shoulder, “We’re only saying this because we care about you. And we were sacred, n/n, all of us. Terrified.”

It was silent for a few moments as everyone processed their own emotions, and you were the one to break the quiet that time, “I was so, so scared when I realized that I had pushed myself too far.” Your voice wavered a bit, but it was the strongest it has been since you woke up, “I still am scared. I could feel my life draining from me and- I don’t want to feel that again. Ever. I-I genuinely thought I was going to die.”

“We’re never going to make you go out there and do something like that again,” Nat assured you immediately, pulling you into her side, “Not if any of us can help it.”

You sniffled slightly, raising your head to look up at her, “Thank you.”

Steve shook his head softly, “You don’t have to thank us. We’re your family. We’re supposed to protect you. It’s our job.”

A small, shaky smile formed on your lips, “I love you guys.”

A chorus of various forms of ‘I love you’ accompanied the next few seconds and for the first time in weeks, everyone in the room felt at ease.

okay so let’s say you’re about 2 years younger than the twins

and, corresponding with my headcanon for the twins’ age, that would make you 15 during age of ultron

but let’s rewind a little bit to before aou

whenever your siblings volunteered themselves (along with you) for strucker’s experiments you were, wary, to say the least

“y/n we can finally get revenge on stark if we do this!!!!” - pietro, probably

“yes,,,, but maybe the best way to do that isn’t literal h u m a n e x p e r i m e n t a t i o n pietro-” - you

okay now we can fast forward again to aou

the powers you got were quite similar to wanda’s, except hers were more powerful

which you were jealous of

anyways

when the avengers attacked strucker’s base you were freaking the fuck out

i mean you were just a 15 year old kid, you didn’t stand a chance against them

so you let your siblings take care of it

and despite you being younger than them, you were extremely protective over them

and when they came back after fighting the avengers you were checking over them, making sure they weren’t hurt

you made sure to cuss them out after you made sure they were okay for putting themselves in danger like that

whenever ultron came to sokovia and met y’all in the church you were like :O

cuz what are you supposed to do in that situation

you were kinda silent the whole time, letting the twins do most of the talking

even if you wanted to you couldn’t, they stood in front of you as to kind of hide you from ultron’s view

(he knew you were there)

when y’all were in africa (was it africa??? i can’t remember im sorry) you were not a big fan of the idea of fighting the avengers

but it was either that or fighting ultron

the avengers showed up

you tried to fight as little as possible but you couldn’t stay away from the battle entirely

you went to use your powers on captain america but he fought against it and when he noticed you were so young he just kinda stopped and looked at you

“you shouldn’t be involved in this fight” - cap

“i have no other choice” - you

“i’m not gonna fight you, kid” - cap

wanda was in front of u all of a sudden

“then you can fight me instead” - wanda

and now we go to seoul

ultron had control of the cradle and was creating his vision

you and your siblings approached the cradle, pietro keeping you close to him with a protective arm around your shoulder

after finding out what ultron’s true motives were your brother and sister were finally on board to ditch ultron

when u were on the train you helped wanda with stopping it

going to the avengers tower w captain america afterwards and when u got there u were like h o l y s h i t this place is so cool

sadly you couldn’t focus very much on that as you were supposed to be stopping stark from creating ultron’s vision

which, obviously, you were unsuccessful in doing

and then boom. vision was born

fast forward to sokovia

you fought as hard as you could against all of the mini-ultron’s

when it came time for wanda to guard the core you were hesitant to let her stay there alone

but she urged you to go

you reluctantly agreed

you were there when clint ran back to save the little boy

and you watched as the bullets headed for them

and pietro ran in front of them

you tried to stop the bullets, you really did

but you weren’t fast enough

after he died, you blamed yourself entirely

if you had been just a second faster you could’ve saved him

you were devastated

after clint safely carried the boy to the ship, he carried pietro’s body over as well, despite your protests

he brought you over there as well, and you immediately sat next to your brother

you cried for what felt like hours

(it probably was)

after carrying wanda away from the city, he placed her down next to you

she immediately brought you into a hug, the two of you mourning your lost brother

not long after the events of sokovia, you and wanda moved into the new avengers compound and became official avengers

not going on the mission to lagos but obviously finding out what happened

you tried to comfort wanda, telling her it wasn’t her fault but she didn’t believe you

whenever the accords were brought up you knew you wouldn’t sign them

you feared what the government would do to you and wanda, the two of you being enhanced

tony somewhat confined you to the compound as well but he wasn’t as strict with it considering you weren’t in lagos

going with clint to the airport when he came to recruit you and wanda for team cap

during the whole airport fight most of team iron man didn’t wanna fight you since you were so young

which left you to mostly fight against spider-man, who you assumed was pretty close to your age

he kept trying to talk to you the whole time though which was pretty annoying

“dude, your powers are so cool! i mean, i have powers too, but th-they’re nowhere near as cool as yours! you have like, magic and stuff! that’s awesome-”

you cut him off by throwing a sign at him

“ow- okay, sorry-” - peter, while pinned under a sign LMFAO

you were taken to the raft along with most of team cap

you were forced into a straitjacket and a shock collar that went off every time you used your powers

which really sucked, considering you were always subconsciously using your powers, whether intentionally or not

when tony came by the raft you refused to look at him

he stopped in front of your cell and just stared at you

“this is your fault.” - you whispered

his heart broke at how weak you sounded

a couple days later when steve came to break you all out of the prison u were overjoyed

thought being on the run wasn’t too much better

stay tuned for part 2!!!!!!!