In his past design I aimed for a more marvel rivals aesthetic but now I aimed to design an actual character for the mcu. Iām really happy that I redesigned him because just something about his entire design makes me cringe now and makes me want to rip it up. I think Iāve definitely improved. Maybe with his redesigned version I can design some marvel rivals skins that Iād think heād have.
Anyway hereās his close ups and doodles
Sorry if you canāt read the little notes, I only write in cursive irl.
Now time for his lore that I freshly wrote out!
Name: Tristan stark
Age:16
Ethnicity: half African American, half white and Latino
Height: 5ā9-6ā3 (in armor)
Gender: male
Appearance: short, dark brown 3b curly hair, with a faded undercut, usually worn in a minor side part, bleached bangs and eyebrows. Tawny terracotta brown skin, dark almost empty eyes, lean semi muscular body figure, always seen in all white outfits with hints of silver unless told to wear otherwise.
Dislikes: change, the smell of bread or chocolate, loud noises, messes/disorder
Family: Tony stark (father) Morgan stark (half younger sister)Pepper pots (step mother) Malika kipaji (biological mother)
Powers: none, Heās just brilliant like his parents.
His armor: Tristanās first armor, called the endosym armor, Mark 1, itās very similar to Tonyās later superior iron man suit but different in the way it was made. Tristan made the endosym armor by taking a sample of venom, and altering its genetic material on a cellular level by removing all dna strands that allow the symbiote to critically think, or be hostile. He then replaced the symbiotes consciousness with his own ai model which he named Pete 01 (after Spider-Man) after that, he replicated one of Tonyās regular armors, only changing its overall design, before allowing the symbiote to merge with it. Creating his version of the endosym armor.
Personality and backstory:
Tristan is the first accidental son of Tony stark, who was conceived after a one night stand Tony had with his mother, Malika kipaji, a wealthy woman secretly immigrated from wakanda, who was a shareholder of stark industries and the owner of a large electronics brand. Due to this heās always lived in two households, often switching between the two on a scheduled basis. His mother was always nurturing towards him, very giving and supportive in his curiosity and tech exploration, though Tony was often more so overprotective and stricter on Tristan, often trying to keep him out of heroic matters and raise him to be the next owner of stark industries. Now has graduated early at 14, and works as Tonyās managing director of stark industries, living a ridged structured quiet lifestyle He is considered brilliant and highly knowledgeable for his age with very black and white thinking and often takes things very literally. He has a habit of blind obedience towards those he trusts, to the point of robotic precision. He is very perceptive but lacks in social cues and can't express emotions well at all and ends up very stoic. He heavily values routine and schedule to the point he ends up heavily agitating when things donāt go to plan. He may seem like heās too focused to care about anything, but behind his unfeeling eyes is a boy whoās much more emotional than he lets on.
Fun facts: Tony often calls Tristan tin, because he was born on February 19th the 50th day of the year, (50 is the atomic number for tin)
Tristan and Peter Parker met when Peter got brought to stark tower to discuss heroic matters and saw Tristan lingering in Tonyās lab. Now they are dating and very devoted to each other.
Tristanās suit ai (Pete 01) uses a specialized voice bank that uses audio recordings of Peterās voice so it sounds just like him whenever the ai communicates.
Tristan joined the avengers a little after Peter did, against Tonyās judgment. He only made it on the team because fury convinced Tony.
If Tristan were in the mcu, his first appearance would be in avengers civil war, in which he wouldnāt do much but youād see a few interactions between him and Tony. He wouldnāt be a main character until infinity war and endgame.
Tristan later builds a custom iron spider suit for peter with an ai similar to his Pete 01 ai except now Tin 01 and it uses a similar voicebank but with his own vocal recordings.
Anyway, tell me what you guys think of his redesign, I personally really like it.
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if you still do avengers reqs, what would the avengers and y/n talk about in the avengers resident groupchat? y/n!stark x peter šš
The Avengers Groupchat Would Include . . . ļæ¼
Letās start off with whoās in this groupchat: you (obviously), Peter, Tony, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Clint, Wanda, Sam, Thor, Scott, Vision & Carol (Rocket was in the chat but he got kicked out, Ayoās in there but she doesnāt chat much, Nebula would be there but she doesnāt get how to use a phone, Rhodey has better things to do than be in there)
Letās be honest, Carol did not see the sense in her being there because thereās not gonna be WiFi throughout the galaxy.
āLTE, Carol!ā ā You, probably
Thor also didnāt really get it because thereās not WiFi on Asgard, but heās too kind to say no
Naming the groupchat was hell. Every second, someone would change it (usually either you, Peter, or Sam) until Tony put his foot down and programmed FRIDAY to make it so no one could change it from āAvengersā
Natashaās usually the one who sends reminders about training
Steve will send reminders about meetings ļæ¼
Lots of pictures of each other are sent, mostly when they donāt know photos are being taken of them
The conversations range from someone asking what people want from the grocery store (Scott goes on grocery runs) to fierce debates over whoās the better fighter (Itās Nat, no one can beat her in sparring)
Tony will ask you and Peter if your homework is done (which you both annoyed, then Natasha yells at you)
Itās best to silence the notifications because theyāre too, too much
Regular FaceTimes are a thing even though youāre usually all in the same tower
āThor, your video cuts out when you go over Heimdallās bridge.ā
Wanda and Vision usually ask if they can double date with anyone (ends up being Scott and Hope or you and Peter)
Peter will send cute pictures of you that the Avengers ADORE. Heās tickling you? Heās recording a video. You fell asleep? Heās taking a picture.
āPeter, youāre not tickling her right. You have to get her knees.ā ā Tony
āDAD, STOP!ā
Clintās kids love to take his phone to chat with the Avengers
And they LOVE chatting with them
āAuntie Nat, when are you visiting!ā āSoon!!ā
Sam and Peter both send lots of memes
āI donāt get it.ā ā Steve
Bruce doesnāt talk much but you know whoās a great texter? THE HULK
Hulk is the king of keyboard smashes
āRERRRHDHDHSJSJSā
āSomeone get Nat to do the lullaby.ā
Hulk has smashed Bruceās phone on multiple occasions tho
āShould I invent armor for Bruceās phone?ā ā Tony
Yelena will steal Natās phone to troll the chat
Clint sends updates on his farm
Pepper will confiscate Tonyās phone when he needs to work so sheāll end up chatting
Everyone loves chatting to Pepper
Tony managed to get wifi on Carolās ship so sheāll send updates from space
Thor tries to text, it doesnāt go great
When badgered by Natasha, Ayo will text
Nebula has occasionally hopped onto the group chat when Peter Q helps her
The group chat was SO ACTIVE when you and Peter went to prom
They were spamming the entire time, asking for pictures and updates and telling yaāll not to drink
If anyoneās sitting out of a mission (usually you and Peter), theyāll text in the group chat to annoy those who are on the mission
āWE ARE DEEP UNDERCOVER SHUT THE FUCK UPā - Natasha
Getting Nat to swear in the group chat isnāt rare but it is dangerous
ALSO TEXTING STYLES
Vision, Ayo, and Steve text with perfect grammar, short and to the point (Steve has a tendency to go on tangents, though).
Tonyās style switches constantly depending on his mood
Natasha, Sam, Wanda, you, and Peter text with abbreviations and lowercase sometimes
Carol usually sends photos, not many texts. Sheāll occasionally send an lol or lmao.
Scott is always cheerful. He uses lots of smiley faces.
Tony will put an ironic amount of obnoxious emojis.
Clintās tired and his texting reflects that. As short as possible usually.
Thereās always something chaotic going on
But thereās also some of the funniest moments
Typos? SAM WILL HARP ON YOU
So will Natasha
The Avengers are a family and they love each other so much, itās definitely represented in the groupchat
can i please req peter parker x mutant!reader and reader is hypersensitive to sounds because of their ability to control vibrations and maybe? gets super jumpy every time an automatic humidifier pumps and all the avengers keep on catching r climbing peter because of it? š«¶š»š«¶š» LOVE YOUR WORK
hello sunshiiiine! i loved this request and it hit super close to home, so a lot of reader's experiences and symptoms are based on mine/my friends. (i missed the part about the controlling vibrations though, but i hope it still fits how you imagined it!) i'm so flattered you like my work š„° it means the world
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warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use (jokingly), overstim/panic attack, scenes from the conjuring 1 (not really spoilers just horror movie stuff), crackfic elements as always because it's me
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you winced, as did many of the other avengers. you watched as carolynās skin turned ghastly gray and her eyes become a sickly yellow as she became possessed by a demon. you threw a couple more pieces of popcorn into your mouth.Ā
since joining the avengers, movie nights had become one of your favorite group activities. because of your age and how new you were, it was hard to feel like a part of the team. peter was one of your only solaces.Ā
ādonāt eat all of it!ā he hissed, knocking his elbow into yours. you rolled your eyes and threw a piece at his face. it left a grease mark on his cheek. you leaned in to clean it with your mouth.
āyou neanderthal,ā he whispered, laughing under his breath. he dug his hands in the bowl and grabbed a greedy fist of popcorn. you turned your head to face the screen, shifting under the blanket you were sharing with peter so you could loop your foot around peterās legs. you often found yourself seeking out peterās touches; it was comforting to have a physical presence there when you found yourself overstimulated. the tower was always busy, but peter was your constant.
peter was no stranger to overstimulation himself (and no, not in that way; get your head out of the gutter). his heightened spider senses and his adhd had been an inconvenient combo at first, but with help from bruce and tony, he was able to get his senses under control. your senses were much strong than his, to the point where overstimulation could be debilitating. it was all foreign ground to bruce and tony, so as they continued to work on a solution, peter had made it his personal mission to help you adjust and walking you through methods that had helped him.
you were too hyperfixated on watching carolyn tear her own hair out to notice the sappy look on peterās face as he revered how the artificial light from the tv illuminated half your face. his eyes traveled from your eyelashes and the thin coat of mascara that youād taught him how to apply for you, to the slope of your nose and the little bump you insisted was unseemly but that he found adorable, to your lips, slightly parted as you were entranced by the horror unfolding on the screen.
wanda, who was comfortably cozied up to vision on peterās other side, snorted in amusement accompanied by that small nose scrunch of hers. she tapped peterās shoulder furiously and with more force than necessary to catch his attention. he turned to look at her cautiously as to not move too much and disturb you.
wanda waggled her eyebrows deviously and vision hid his own smug smile. (curse that literal power couple for their perceptiveness.) wanda mouthed something that peter could barely pick up in the dark room. frustratedly, wanda leaned in closer and whispered, ātake their hand, you idiot.ā vision nodded in agreement, tilting his head towards you and then shaking his head at peter, disappointed. peter couldnāt be sure, but he thought he saw vision mouth the word ācoward.ā
wanda slapped peterās wrist playfully before cuddling into visionās chest once more, like nothing had just happened.
peter was pretty sure you could pick up on his heartrate increasing. when you turned to look at him with a concerned look, he took it back. peter was positive you could hear the way his heart was pounding. he only hoped you couldnāt feel the heat rising to his cheeks as well.
āpeter?ā you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek sweetly. well, shit. there went his second wish. āoh, youāre all warm! is it the movie? do you not like horror movies?ā
peter smiled in what looked more like a grimace. āno! i love horror movies, actually! yeah, theyāre super great,ā he lied, knowing how much you enjoyed them and hoping he could use that as an excuse to watch more movies with you. āiām just- uh, a little warm. from the blanket.ā
reluctantly, peter removed himself from under the blanket and pushed it to you. your face fell, or at least peter thought so, because a moment later, that sweet smile of yours returned. it didnāt do much to help his heart from spasming.
āo-okay! sorry if i made you uncomfortable,ā you stammered, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. any contact youād been making with peter had been broken and peter found himself longing for your touch.
āno, itās not you, itās actually-ā
ācan you guys shut up?ā rhodey complained from his pillow throne on the ground. āthis is the best part.āĀ
the two of you settled, looking anywhere but each othersā eyes. you slumped into the couch cushions grumpily and faced the screen once more. honestly, peter couldnāt care about āthe best part.ā he hadnāt really been watching anyways, content with simply basking in your presence. it was the only time he could really admire you without seeming creepy. not that he was creepy at other times or anything.
the screen flashed white and the team jumped, including you. there was screaming and chaos and amidst it all, youād flinched so hard that youād frozen into place, eyes wide and glossy, hands clutching your blanket with a vice-like grip that left you trembling. peter could immediately recognize what it was.
you were having an attack of sorts, brought on by the harsh cinematography and the chorus of yelps and screams from the other avengers. now the popcorn bowl in your hands weighed pounds, the blanket on your skin had grown prickles, and the air around you was sending jolts down your spine. you tensed, shoulders coming up to your ears as you rubbed the back of your neck to fight the invisible tickle that was taunting you.
peter whispered your name a couple times, gradually increasing in volume until you were able to fully respond. when he caught sight of you, his face fell at the despondance in your eyes and the sudden quivers of your body. he glanced down at his watch, eyebrows furrowing as he caught the time.
11:30PM, which is when the automatic air purifier turned on for the night. it was a bit loud, which was why it worked at night, but now you were awake and already stressed. he hesitated for a second, hands lingering in the air so could choose whether or not you wanted to be touched, and you leaned into his open arms immediately. he pulled you close and you buried your nose into the fabric of his shirt, taking deep inhales of his detergent and the new york wind that he always smelled like from swinging around.
he rubbed your back, putting pressure on your tense muscles to ground you. you sniffed, squeezing your eyes shut to try and block out at least one sensory stimuli. peter frowned as he felt you continue to shudder sporadically in his arms. he glanced around the room. thankfully, nobody was paying attention to you two. he didnāt think you could handle people crowding you and trying to talk to you right now, even if it was well-intentioned.
ādāyou wanna leave?ā he muttered near your ear. he felt you shake your head. āno? thatās okay. we can stay here, if thatās what you need. do you want me to hold you or do you not want anything to be touching you?ā
peter felt you melt into his touch, like putty. ājusā want you,ā you mumbled, and peter blushed a million shades darker. you said nothing except threaded your fingers through peterās and squeezing them, hard. he realized that the pressure was grounding you.
ācāmon, get comfy. iāll stay with you until the movieās over, okay? just tell me if thereās anything else i can do to make you feel better,ā peter mumbled into your hair as you pushed yourself tightly against peterās body. heād been having bad luck controlling his physical reactions to you but prayed more than anything that thereād be no action down there. not the time, peter.
āthank you,ā you hummed into his neck. this time, it was he who shivered at the hot air you breathed against his bare skin. āyouāre warm. please, justā¦ i need you.ā you went silent for a moment before peter felt your lips move against his skin again. āyouāre everything to me, peter. i lo- thank you.ā
peterās eyes softened and he pursed his lips to stop himself from beaming. you two had always been touchy and affectionate, but never so emotionally vulnerable. all he wanted to do was pick you up and spin you and then kiss you with all the pining heād been storing from the past few months, but you didnāt need that right now. you just needed him, peter. his presence. so instead, he brought his hands up to stroke your hair and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
āi love you too.ā
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you awoke the sound of poorly suppressed giggling, blinking the harsh sunlight from your groggy eyes. nudging peter, who grumbled and only dug his head closer to your chest, you glanced around to find the culprit of the noise. it was sam and bucky, the former holding his phone in front of his face and very obviously videotaping the two of you, while the latter had pulled out a polaroid camera (bucky hadnāt yet figured out how to use a smartphone) and was just now clicking it to capture the two of you in a bright flash.
peter jolted awake at the sound of buckyās camera. āwhat the f-ā
ālanguage!ā steve shouted from the kitchen, always on his game even at seven in the morning. he appeared by the duoās side with a protein shake in hand and a judgementally, but amused quirked eyebrow directed at the two of you.
āwhy are you guys even awake?ā you groaned, pushing peter off of you. somehow, youād ended up falling asleep on the couch with peterās head and torso on top of yours, and your legs draped over his.
āwent on a run,ā bucky shrugged. ācame back to this.ā
peter rubbed his eyes, sitting up. āwhat even- when did we finish the movie?ā his morning voice was raspy and endearing and you cursed yourself for the fluttering in your stomach
āwe finished the movie, like,ā sam checked his phone, āeight hours ago. you guys passed out right before ed and lorraine did their whole āwe saved the family, hip hip hoorayā thing. there was too much snoring and popcorn grease going on for any of us to bother waking you up.ā
āi do not snore,ā you insisted, uselessly trying to fix your bedhead.
āi beg to differ,ā natasha chimed in, hopping the kitchen counter nonchalantly to sit on a stool with a coffee in hand, not spilling a single drop. āiām a light sleeper. i could hear you from my room.ā you sighed in embarrassment and peter took your hand, rubbing circles into the back of your palm reassuringly. āi knew stark didnāt soundproof my room,ā natasha cursed under her breath. āthat conniving bitch.ā
bucky shook his polaroid a couple times before frisbee-ing it at the two of you. peter snatched it from the air, turning the picture so you could see it too. you had to admit, it was a nice picture.Ā
āso are you guys, like, together now?ā tony strolled in, his silk sleep mask pushed on top of his head like like a headband. how unfortunate it was that the avengers were early risers.
ādude, theyāve been together for like, weeks,ā sam rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one foot sassily. āget with the program.ā
āweāre not-ā
āare you fucking with me, sam?ā natasha looked genuinely shocked, on the verge of offended. ātheyāve been dating for months now.ā when sam didnāt say anything, natasha threw her hands in the air. āthese are the mightiest protectors of earth? god, weāre all doomed.āĀ
āuh, actually-ā
āwait, seriously?ā tony squealed, clapping his hands together gleefully. āoh my god, this is so cute. i think theyāre my new OTP. donāt let wanda and vision hear me say that. wait, whatās their ship name going to be? i ordered customized mugs for wanda and visionās three week anniversary and it would be unfair for me to not-ā
āweāre not together!ā you exclaimed, a little louder than youād intended to. all heads turned to you, even peterās, as you looked at each avenger in bewilderment. āpeter and i are friends. what are you guys smoking? did thor bring asgardian weed or something?ā your face quickly fell. āoh shit, were they in the brownies? dude, i had like, three.ā
āi donāt think theyāre high,ā peter whispered to you, gaze flickering to each avenger that now were very confused and slightly perturbed. natasha slowly spun around and returned to drinking her coffee silently. bucky and sam looked at each other.
āwell, thatās awkward. FRIDAY, cancel order.ā tony pulled the sleeping mask off his head and spun it around on his finger to avoid the thickness in the air. āright. iām gonna go back to bed.ā
peter placed his hand on your jaw to turn your head back to meet his eyes. he was frowning.
ādo you- do you remember anything from last night?ā he said sadly.
āi-ā you wanted to protest. you wanted to lie and say no. but you could never lie to peter. not just because of how heād helped you last night, but because he was peter. āyeah, i remember what happened.ā
ādo you remember, uh, what i said? before we fell asleep, i guess?ā peterās eyes dropped to his lap, and you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
āyeah. i do. you said you loved meā¦ too. which means you already knew i loved you, huh?ā you spoke shyly, looking up at peter through your eyelashes. ālove. present tense. ācause iā¦ love you. is that okay?ā
peter placed his hand on top of yours, the one that was still on his shoulder. he coaxed it off his body and into the grasp of his palm. pulling it to his mouth, he brushed his lips to your knuckles before letting it hover between your chests. āyeah. itās okay. itās more than okay, actually. itās really good. itās great.ā
āitās super great. iām glad. i love you,ā you giggled, euphoric at the absurdity of the confession. āi had the worst night yesterday,ā you breathed, finally able to look into his eyes with as much lovesickness as you wanted. āand you were there. you saved me. like a friendly neighborhood superhero. youāre justā¦ you make me feel safe, peter. i feel comfortable.ā
peterās eyes crinkled as he watched your face break into a sleepy smile. āyou make me want to be a better person,ā he confessed. āiām a better person when iām with you. all i ever want to do is make you comfortable, okay? if you just tell me howā¦ iāll do it.ā
you pouted and sent him a slow, sticky blink. āi love you. iām so happy i get to say it now. i love you.ā
āi love you too,ā peterās eyes were practically shut by how hard he was smiling. āi love you so, so-ā
āokay, you guys need to shut up,ā rhodey complained, pulling out one of his airpods. āiām literally listening to indina menzel right now and i can still hear you over her high notes.ā
Loki being shown visions of his alternate universe self by the TVA. Everything seems sort of predictable, until he sees himself fighting back-to-back and hand-in-hand with an unconventional gladiator of a man... a man who looks eerily similar to the nervous wreck of a shield operative he had manipulated during his assault on New York. The sudden realization that not only is he completely loved and appreciated in another universe, but the object of his affection is that Midgardian...
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making my marvel OC, his name is Tristan stark, son of tony stark like I mentioned, Iāll drop his lore once I finish rendering, but I have a problemā¦.
I hate how his face looks, heās supposed to be one of my more masculine ocs and of course like everything he represents a part of my life, but I hate how his face is,.. Idk if its the proportions, renderingā¦ also, Iām thinking of making him tanner, and another thing, WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A JAYVIC LOVECHILD!?!? hello??
Series Summary: Y/N was once an Eternal until she was killed ā or at least thatās what Ikaris told his teammates. But he had a reputation for lying, didnāt he?
Chapter Summary: The Eternals realize something about their past teammate.
Note: All of the Avengers are alive.
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āSersi,ā Phastos said, taking a tentative step towards his teammate. They had succeeded: the Emergence was prevented and Ikaris and Sprite had left, however the one who saved the day didnāt seem too thrilled about it. Well, who could blame her? The man she loved and her best friend had betrayed her ā but Phastos sensed that something else was going on.
Sersi turned to face him, and to face the entire team, who seemed to pick up that something was going on. She was clearly troubled, deep in thought as she kept her gaze trained on the floor. āI could sense each of you when we linked,ā she muttered, shaking her head.
The rest of the team shared a confused glance. āWasnāt that the point?ā Druig asked bluntly, receiving a light smack from Makkari.
This brought a chuckle to Sersiās lips. She looked up, carefully viewing each member of her team ā her family ā individually. āI felt you all, plus Ikaris, Sprite, and the Celestial, but there was someone else . . . I think ā Y/N,ā she revealed, hesitant to say that name.
This got everyoneās attention. Y/N had been the āsecond youngestā as the team always said, a young adult who was always energetic and had been devastated after the team had went their separate ways. She shared Druigās thoughts about humanity ā that they couldnāt stand aside and watch them die. Ikaris had told them that she had died about a decade back, after she got involved in a human fight, trying to protect them.
They had all loved Y/N. She held a special place in everyoneās hearts ā a daughter to Thena, Gilgamesh, and Phastos, a younger sister to Sersi and Ikaris, a best friend to Druig and Makkari, and an older sister to Sprite. Ikarisās story was believable . . . Until now.
āShe died,ā Thena reminded them, crossing her arms as she moved closer to the group. A frown was etched into her skin, digging her deeper emotions inside.
āIkaris doesnāt have the best track record for telling the truthā Makkari pointed out through sign.
āYouāre sure you felt her?ā Phastos asked, not ready to cling onto false hope.
Sersi thought, closing her eyes. She remembered how she connected to them all. She remembered feeling a presence she hadnāt felt in a long time ā it was confusing, emotional, shocking, but it was there. And it was familiar. Something about that presence reminded her of a time in the late 1990s. She and Y/N had met up to go on a walk and Y/N had used her powers to keep a dying garden they saw alive.
āIām sure,ā Sersi said confidently, opening her eyes.
This caused a shift, a new light, in everyone.
āWell, what are we waiting for?ā Kingo said, clapping his hands and gaining everyoneās attention. āLetās go find Y/N.ā
ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā
There was nothing about the day that would clue the Avengers in on that something abnormal would occur. After saving the world and defeating Thanos, they decided to slow down on the superhero business. However, they did come together to reunite and have a fun day together. All situated themselves in a new tower Tony had bought, content to catch up with each otherās lives.
So when Y/N had suddenly floated into the air, gold cosmic energy encircling her, no one had known what to think. They knew of her powers, how she had a run-in with cosmic energy as a teen (her father had been an astronaut), but this was something that no one had ever seen before. Y/N had never said anything about it.
They all watched their teammate in awe but also in horror, having no idea what was happening. āY/N,ā Natasha was the first to say, standing up. When she didnāt respond, the others joined, calling out to her. They asked if she could hear them, if she was okay, what was happening, if they could help.
They only got an answer when she plummeted to the ground, landing uneasily on her knees, hands planted on the ground. Almost immediately, her team encircled her.
āY/N, are you okay?ā Steve asked, bringing her back to present-time. She blinked, taking deep breaths, trying to block out the pain.
āIāmāIām okay,ā she said, looking up at them all. Her eyes grew wide as she realized something and her jaw dropped. āOh my god. I remember. I remember everything.ā
The Avengers looked at each other in confusion. āWhat do you remember?ā Natasha asked kindly.
āIām notāIām not Y/N Y/L/N. Iām just Y/N. Iām an Eternal. Ikaris and Ajak erased my memory when, as they said, I became a threat to the Emergence. I was using my powers in different ways, I was becoming stronger. They created a bond to gain more power from the cosmic energy. Gave me a new life,ā she explained, her words slow, knotting her brows together as she combed through her own recollection.
The Avengers shared a glance, unsure of how to respond. How were they supposed to, anyway?
āUh, guys,ā Sam said, and everyone looked over to see him watching the television. They all turned to it, seeing a man (the director of Kingoās movie) talking about the Eternals as footage of their fight against Ikaris and to save the Emergence showed. Everyoneās eyes widened when they saw the Eternals with that gold cosmic energy encircling them, just like it had to Y/N.
Tony looked back at Y/N, who was sitting in shock as she took in all her memories. āWeāve got some calls to make,ā he commented.
Given the fact that I'm also currently writing a Fantasy AU here's a prompt:
Siren!Reader has lived amongst humans all their live and never liked them much but when a dangerous situation forces them to decide between hiding and letting someone get hurt or revealing their identity they decide humans aren't that bad at all
Jellyfish Stings
Summary: Y/N unexpectedly meets the Avengers.
Authors Note: Thanks for the prompt! I am so happy to finally write a fantasy au.
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Y/N couldnāt keep her smile off her face as she sunk into the water, feeling the waves wash over her as her human legs morphed back into her natural tail. The baggy white employee shirt she wore became dampened, and she was sure sheād lose her name tag, but didnāt really find herself caring that much. If working at a beachside resort had any upsides, it was the break times. After being forbidden from the sea by her mother for so long, the short times that she could go into the water were blessings.
At the reminder of her motherās strict nature, Y/N instinctively waded further into the water. She knew that if someone wearing goggles swam past her in the shallow water, all hell would break loose. Her mother would find out, yell at her, and then theyād probably pack up their belongings and move across the country.
Why her mother was so afraid of going back into the sea, Y/N never knew. She grew up holding short-lived memories of her life under the sea, until they left abruptly to the surface. That part was lost from her recollection. All her mother ever said was that the departure was necessary for their survival, and Y/N had never and would never push her on the matter.
Settling into the deep water where few people were swimming, Y/N found a rock half atop the surface and half submerged underwater. She perched herself on it, leaning back and opting to observe the humans and life around her.
Growing up and into her early adulthood, Y/N had never really cared much about humans. She had chalked it up to the fact that she never felt like she fit in with them, or that despite their similarities in appearance, they were so many differences between them. She admired and respected many of them, but there were many others that she did not. On the average, Y/N didnāt really get along with any human, and she preferred to keep it that way. At least until she could convince her mother to go back to sea.
Nothing was out of the ordinary ā teens were trying and failing to get atop their surf boards, blissful couples were splashing each other and laughing ā until a speeding jet ski caught Y/Nās eye. It was racing for the shore, when it should have been more near where she herself was.
People scrambled to get out of the way, to avoid being run over by the jet ski. It skidded to a halt once it reached the sand, and a frantic woman nearly fell off of it. Y/N eyed her curiously, wondering what could of sent her into such a frenzy. Although, knowing humans, it didnāt take much to cause that. She stumbled over her own two feet as she ran towards a group of people ā Y/N recognized them as the Avengers. Huh, Earthās Mightiest Heroes were on a vacation of some sorts? Interesting.
āHelp! Please! My son and I were jet skiing and he fell off and I didnāt realize until I was too far away! Iām not a great swimmer ā please!ā
Thanks to her enhanced hearing, Y/N just about caught her words, even though they were far apart. Looking back to the water, she saw from the trail the jet ski had left behind the general area where the boy mustāve been. It was further out than she was. Glancing back to the Avengers, she saw a man and a woman rise and head for the womanās now fallen over jet ski.
Iām faster than the jet ski, Y/N realized, her eyes trailing back to the water. She had a decision to make, and she had to make it fast. Was she going to risk her identity and grab the kid, or risk the kid even more and let the Avengers try their best? They could only go so fast.
Seeing that the man was struggling to even restart the engine, Y/N thought, screw it. Humans werenāt so bad and that kid was in danger. Diving under the water, she sped off, trailing the water at immense speeds. As she got closer, she saw the boy. Diving even further, she managed to grab the kid and resurface.
When she did, she was faced with the jet ski, and the shocked faces of Captain America and Black Widow. āTake him,ā Y/N said, pushing the crying, but uninjured kid, into into the blonde manās arms. It seemed that they had gotten another jet ski, Captain America on one and Black Widow on the other. Taking the kid, the soldier glanced at his teammate before he sped back to the shore, to find the boyās mother.
āHow did youā?ā Black Widow began to ask, but Y/N was already beginning to swim a way. She only paused when she felt a sharp sting in her tail, and she cursed under her breath.
It was a Jellyfish. Her mother had always warned her about jellyfish during the minimal times she was allowed in the water. To humans, it was a bad sting. To sirens and mermaids, a sting - on your tail, especially - had worse effects. It was just as painful, if not more painful, and its venom weakened them greatly. Y/N had to get away and get back home.
Black Widow sat forward, peering into the water. āAre your hurt?ā She asked, but then caught sight of the tail. Her eyes widened and she froze for a moment, before ultimately relaxing and trying not to jump to conclusions. ļæ¼
One look at her had told Y/N that her cover was blown ā not that she had much of one to begin with. If she wasnāt shaking in pain, she mightāve tried a little more to will herself not to let her identity slip. But, as she rationalized, the Avengers were on the better side of humanity ā plus, meeting a siren was definitely not the strangest thing that they had witnessed.
āIām a siren. Not the evil kind, I swear. Jellyfish are harmful to us,ā she admitted through grit teeth, twisting so she could run a hand over her wound in the attempt to soothe herself.
For a moment, the redheaded hero looked conflicted. What human wouldnāt be in her position? Then, she moved a bit, and patted the seat behind her. āLet me bring you back to my team. We can help you,ā she offered.
With the limited options she had, Y/N agreed. She swam over and hoisted herself onto the jet ski. Her tail morphed back into her legs, sporting a giant sting on one of them. When she wrapped her arms around Natashaās waist, they sped off towards the Avengers.
At shore, the tearful mother was hugging her son and thanking Captain America. The rest of the team sat by the beach, watching Natasha and Y/N curiously and confusingly.
āSomeone give her a towel. Sheās a siren and sheās hurt. We gotta get her upstairs so Bruce can take a look at her,ā Natasha ordered.
Sam handed Y/N a towel as the rest grabbed Steve and headed upstairs to prepare the hotel room. As Sam and Natasha helped her walk, Y/N couldnāt help but marvel at their kindness. It wasnāt just that they were heroes ā because they werenāt right now, they were just people on vacation. Yet they had jumped to help a complete stranger, a stranger of a different species, when they were in need. Perhaps humans werenāt so bad, Y/N decided, smiling.
