#avengewholock

~AvengeWhoLock Actors x OC~

AN - I'm really sorry about this, followers, but the idea just wouldn't leave my head and I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. This is my first fanfiction online so, yeah. All my mistakes are mine and I'm sorry if I don’t do well with their personalities. If you have any criticisms or suggestions be sure to tell me. Only the plot and Bryony (pronounced Bri- oh- knee) belong to me. Let this awful story begin! (Also I'm from Northern Ireland so I’ll probably be using phrases and spellings from here)

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Prologue

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Bryony groaned as the rain pummelled down on her head. Her Avenger hoodie did little to shelter her from it. The hoodie and the ‘SHERLOCKED’ t-shirt were soaked through. The space themed backpack on her back- the one that was littered with Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Loki and Avenger badges and buttons- was becoming slowly heavier as she walked back to the small flat she lived in. It was soaking up the rain and she could only hope her notebooks and laptop were not ruined by the awful Irish weather. Her light brown hair hung in limp tendrils around and across her face and water dripped down from her hood into her startling green eyes.

The storm had been looming all day and now that night had fallen, the heavens opened, up-ending a ridiculous amount of water on the city. She quickly dashed across the road in the semi-darkness, the street lights flickering as lightening streaked across the dark clouds. She began squinting at the sky blinking to keep the rain out of her eyes before frowning.

The lightening that crossed the sky was not the usual blinding white, but with every bolt the colour changed,shifting through the colour spectrum. It reminded her of a night club light show. She stared wide-eyed and open mouthed as the lightening began to strike the ground around her. She backed away from them into a electricity pole and closer her eyes, terrified and shaking. A brilliant purple lightening bolt stuck the top of the pole and travelled down, sending sparks flying out from the pole. Excess electricity travelled through Bryony’s laptop, sparking a huge bright blue light to explode from her bag. Her eyes snapped open and with a scream, she fell back into sudden nothingness.

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Four men sat around, talking quietly and chuckling amongst themselves. The shortest of them, one of two blonde heads between the two darker-haired men, wore a black leather jacket over a purple plaid shirt and was laughing at something the tallest had said, whilst the other was faking offence before responding, the second blonde shaking his head and grinning.

“Thomas William Hiddleston, how dare you insult my style like that.”

“Eh heh heh, come on, Ben. You know you love me really.” Martin snorted into his drink, choking on it slightly.

“Nope, no I really don’t.” Benedict answered, moving away from Tom, who pouted at his friend, but quickly began to grin again.

“Alright, you two, that’s enough.” He  turned to the tallest of the three. “Tom, Chris don’t you guys have to meet Mark and Rob to head up to that convention in Edinburgh?” Tom stretched and checked his watch, before sighing and teh the blonde American nodded. Benedict frowned at them.

“We’ll be taking the train up in the morning.” Tom answered him. Martin nodded and coughed gently.

“I can give you two a lift back to the hotel and Ben, a lift to your place, alright?” They nodded

“Thanks Martin.” Chris said smiling. He nodded back, grinning at them.

Sitting in the back of Martin’s car, Tom watched the drops flow down the window and looked past it at the sky. He watched the lightening dance across the sky and his brows furrowed as he watched it change colours. Before he could open his mouth to draw the others attention to this, an emerald green bolt struck the ground in front of them. Martin swerved, the car skidding to a halt. A gold, glowing orb floated above the ground, only a little in front of the car. They stared at it, but as they got out of the car to investigate, it imploded into an array of colours, sucking them in.

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“I'm just saying Matt, this would look way better if it weren't obscured by an umbrella. And trees.” Karen spoke to her friend in her Scottish lilt. The ex-Doctor scoffed at her as he walked her back through the park to the hotel from the Q&A and convention. “Have you even looked at the sky?”

“No, because I’d rather not get wet.”

“But the lightening looks like something out of the show.” She had stopped walking alongside him.

“What?!” He turned to her. She nodded at the sky, which was dark and cloudy instead of clear as was the norm in America at this time of year. Coloured bolts flared and spread across those dark clouds. They began to strike the ground and trees around the two. Matt lowered his umbrella and walked quickly back to Karen, but was interrupted as an electric blue bolt struck the small amount of ground between them.

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“Are you guys sure about this?” Natasha asked as The Avengers made their way down the sidewalk in Christmas Eve. They had all received letters from a ‘Doctor’ inviting them to a Christmas party. Everyone was ready to throw the letters out but Steve seemed oddly excited and said they were going, and he looked so happy about receiving the invite no one disagreed with him. The ice cold air nipped at their noses as they made their way down the sidewalk, the moon out and shining brightly. Snow falls down gently, sticking to their hair and eyelashes.

“Of course!” Steve said happily, walking with a slight skip in his step, beaming. “So you know this… Doctor?” Bruce asks, looking over his invitation again. “Yep, one of the bravest men I’ve ever known. Haven’t seen him in years.” Tony looks at Bruce and murmurs “Twenty dollars says this is a prank.” and Bruce nods, shaking Tony’s hand. Thor laughs and claps his hand on Steve’s back, giving his shoulder a re-assuring squeeze. “Well I am excited to meet this Doctor! If he is half the man you say he is, I am sure we are in for a good time!” 

They turn the corner and get to the end of the road, on the corner of Nelson Drive. But no one is there. None of the houses are lit, they are all abandoned and falling to pieces. Steve’s smile falls and he looks over the invitation again “Are you sure this is the right place?” Clint asks, peering over at the invitation. “Yes! ‘At the corner of Nelson Drive’!” Steve says, staring at the piece of paper in disbelief as Bruce hands Tony a twenty dollar bill. 

“I can’t believe he’d do this.” Steve mumbles and closes his eyes. He opens them and, with his jaw clenched, rips up the invitation, throwing the shreds onto the ground and just as he turns to storm off there is a loud screeching sound, and all of them except Steve stare with wide eyes and open mouths as a blue police box materializes before them. The door opens and a brown haired, brown eyed man with an ugly red Christmas jumper and a Santa hat steps out, his lean body gliding through the opened doors as the sound of dozens of voices along with the sound of clinking glasses and holiday music flood out. 

He grins proudly at all of them and says loudly over the ruckus “Hello! Glad you all could make it! I’m the Doctor, just Doctor, thank you very much. And Steve! Great to see you! I knew you’d make it!” the Doctor beams, kissing Steve on both cheeks, making the blond man’s face turn an amusing shade of red. “Where are my manners? Come in, come in, all of you! There’s enough fish sticks and custard to go around!” he steps to the side to let them all in and they do, a tad slowly. First Tony and Bruce, who were the most curious, then Clint and Natasha followed, and Thor went in after them. 

Steve didn’t go in, afraid that he’d wake up and it would be a dream. That it was all fake. His chest tightened as he stared at the oh so familiar blue box with wide eyes, hair falling into his face slightly from the wind. He feels a hand on his arm and when he turns his head the Doctor is standing close beside him. “Its not a dream.” The Doctor mumbles, nose red and cheeks flushed from the cold. 

“You left for so many years, Doctor.” Steve whispers, the snow beginning to fall a little heavier. “I knew you were real but no one believed me. If I hadn’t gone into war, they would have shipped me off to a mental institute.” the Doctor casts his gaze down. “But I’m back now. Come inside, its getting awfully cold out here.” he takes Steve by the wrist and leads him inside. 

Once inside, with the doors shut, its amazing. The gold interior is laced with green, red and silver decorations. There are golden ropes that make a path that leads to the back of the TARDIS to a ballroom where everyone is laughing and smiling and dancing. Such a warm and friendly atmosphere from such a lonely mans home.

-In 221b Baker Street-

John sits in his chair with his laptop, fingers typing away like mad. He is a little upset, you could say. Okay, that is an understatement. He is pissed. The one time, the one damn time he asks his boyfriend if they can spend Christmas alone together and have a romantic night in, Sherlock calls John last minute and says he is working on a case and he wont be home until the next morning. Are you joking. John was furious, he went off on Sherlock and told him he was a git and he always does this, and that Sherlock shouldn’t bother coming home with any expectations of John forgiving him, or talking to him.

As John types away, getting his anger out in a word document, when it hits him what he actually said to Sherlock, and then he feels like a complete jerk.

“John, I’m sorry, I know you wanted to spend Christmas together but-” Sherlock apologizes over his cellular, but John cuts him off. “Sorry? Sorry. You are sorry. Are you kidding me, Sherlock?! You do this constantly! The one time I want to spend some time with you where we aren’t running towards or away from death, and you choose doing another case instead. You know what? Forget it, I guess I’m spending Christmas alone because you can’t even keep a damn promise.” 

“John-” Sherlock pleads, eyes closing tightly “No! Don’t ‘John’ me! You know what you are doing so don’t play that card! Bugger off, Sherlock Holmes. I’m done.” Click.

John closes his laptop, putting his face in his hands. What did he do? He just told off the love of his life- great. Tonight is the best Christmas ever. Perfection. He makes his way to the kitchen and gets himself a drink when his phone rings. Its Sherlock. He lets it ring three times before picking up.

“Hello?” he says, rubbing his eyes and glancing at the clock. 9:48PM. “John, go up to the roof.” “..Sherlock, why? What are you doing?” John stammers, quickly putting on his shoes and not bothering to grab his jacket, his jumper is fine. 

“Just come up to the roof please?” Sherlock asks again, voice calm and controlled as ever. But John is panicking. The last time Sherlock was on a roof… We aren’t going to talk about that. “Sherlock, tell me what is going on.” John almost yells into the device as he makes his way to the roof of the building.

“Sherlock, don’t ignore m..” his words die in his throat as he makes it to the roof and there is a blue police box hanging in mid air, about four feet off the ground, just hovering, the doors open and Sherlock leaning out, one hand holding on to the frame and his other hand extended out for John to take.

John stares at him, mouth open slightly, eyes wide. “S-Sherlock.. What is this?” he stammers in awe, Sherlock grinning at him. “We got invited to a party. But I had to call in the host to come get us. Care to join me?” 

John looks behind Sherlock at the box that seems to be bigger on the inside and after a seconds thought, he nods, taking Sherlock’s hand he steps up into the contraption, almost falling out, but Sherlock quickly wraps his arms around John, pulling the man inside. 

The doors shut and John sees a man standing by a large center counsel. The man has brown hair and brown eyes and a jumper that looks a lot like one John owns. He turns his head and smiles at John “Hi, I’m the Doctor!” he walks over and shakes Johns hand vigorously 

“Welcome to the TARDIS, so happy you could come. John is it? Ah yes, Sherlock here has told me a lot about you! Great man you are! Well, make yourself at home, if you follow those ropes right over there, it will lead you to the ballroom where everyone else is. The ropes are a tad cliché, but a lot of people get lost in here. It Is rather large on the inside. So they help guide. Go on, you two! We will be at the moon before you know it!” he beams at them, talking a million words a minute. John, nodding, follows Sherlock down the roped halls.

“Did he just say, ‘we will be at the moon before you know it’? What is this thing, Sherlock.” John asks as they reach the door that holds the ballroom. Sherlock turns to face John “This is a time machine, and I don’t think trips on time machines happen very often, so I think we should enjoy this.” he leans down and cups John’s face, kissing him on the lips. 

“I’m sorry about making you upset earlier.” he murmurs, nose prodding John’s cheek as he kisses him again. John smiles, kissing him back. “Its alright. I’m sorry I was a prat about it.” Sherlock pulls away and takes John’s hands. “Now I want you too meet this wonderful woman, Amy. I met her and the Doctor as a child. Probably two of the most decent people I have met.” John nods, letting Sherlock guide him into the ballroom.

In the front of the TARDIS the Doctor finds himself alone, checking the list to see if he got everyone. Yep, everyone is accounted for. He sets down the list and a wave of sadness washes over him. He looks around, hand pressed to his chest as he hears the laughter and just the sound of pure happiness and pure joy coming from the ballroom. He knows at the end of the night everyone will go home. And he will be alone again. And he will most likely be kept up by thoughts of all the people who he couldn’t save, all the people he has lost. And he will cry until he forces himself to sleep for at least an hour, then he will go look out at the stars and maybe go mess with history. But for now he will go have fun, dance and smile and laugh and have fun while fun is still available. 

So he wipes away the small tears forming at the corners of his eyes and walks down to the ballroom. Because these moments of happiness help him through all the pain.

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