I am knee deep in my senior year of college and haven’t had ample time to write. That being said, I’ll be on winter break within the next two weeks and am hoping to round out Wayward Devotion.
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Summary: interrogations are hard, okay? You really can’t fuck with the Hilbert space, but we do get some flashbacks. The timeline is complicated so buckle up as you read through. Also we end on a little bummer, sorry folks.
Words: 2001
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“Where do you wanna start?” Bucky is the first to break the silence, looking to you.
You shrug, “fuck if I know,” you’re blunt with it.
How do you start an interrogation that involves years of deception and kidnapping? You really didn’t know.
“I can try and explain,” Fitz offers, fidgeting with his hands in front of him nervously, “last year we had to save the world.”
“We’ve done that a few times too,” Sam responds curtly, crossing his arms, “cut to the chase.”
“In order for us to do that,” Fitz continues, “we needed to travel through time.”
“Again,” Bruce points out, “that’s nothing new for us.”
You shudder at the mere mention of time travel, prompting Ikaris to place a hand on your shoulder. Instinctively you lean into him, and give him a small smile.
“What does it have to do with me?” You speak up.
“We figured out how to travel through our timeline,” Fitz starts again, “just not others.”
“Interdimensional time travel,” You say and Fitzsimmons nods.
“Explain the connection,” Ikaris cuts to the chase next to you.
“Y/N,” Fitz looks directly at you now, “you were our first mission as a SHIELD team. Do you remember what happened after we found you?”
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“I worked in a lab,” you furrow your eyebrows, trying to recall specifics, “I can’t remember the name of it though.”
“Well no worries,” the girl in front of you with a lab coat says smoothly as she points to various instruments, “we’ll be able to test what you know and don’t.”
You nod along, looking at a specific bench with lots of blueprints, noticing an equation scribbled out on a sheet of paper. You pick it up, reading over the multiple lines of arithmetic, grabbing a pen on instinct and scribbling on the sheet.
“Hey hey no no no,” The man next to her grabs the paper from your hand, “that is not for your eyes! I doubt you even know what the equation is fo-” he trails off though as he looks at your marks, eyes wide.
You shrug, “simple fix.”
He shakes his head, bewildered, “no, not a simple fix.”
He shakes the paper in front of the girls face, “Jemma look, she fixed it!” He turns to you, “I’ve been working on this since I was 13.”
“And you were doing it wrong,” you deadpan before walking over to the microscope and taking a look.
You don’t notice the two sharing a look at your discovery, baffled that you were even able to comprehend his writing.
“So you know how to study quantum physics, and nothing else?”
You shrug, “science comes naturally to me.”
“I think we could use you on our team,” the agent you spoke to earlier is at the door, clearly the leader.
“I think I want to figure out who I am,” you scoff, “and who you guys are.”
“I’m Phil Coulson,” he sticks his hand out, “an agent of a secret government organization. I run a small group of agents that travel around the world answering calls that local law enforcement can’t deal with.”
“So what am I? Your first case?” You tilt your head at him, “do you recruit everyone or am I special?”
“So far we’re two for two,” the guy mumbles, but Jemma elbows him in the side.
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“The spectral theorem was off,” You recall, “fucking with the Hilbert space.”
“Can’t fuck with the Hilbert space,” Bucky says, thoroughly sarcastic.
“You solved the most complex equation I have ever laid my eyes on in thirty seconds,” Fitz says, “which solved every problem we had while traveling through dimensions.”
“You didn’t remember that?” You ask, confused.
Fitz shakes his head, “we lost the blueprint with your notes when the Bus blew up.”
“The what blew up?” Barnes asked, confused.
“It was our mode of transportation,” Jemma explains, “an older model of a helicarrier.”
“And our home during that time,” you add on softly.
“When was that?” Phastos asks.
“When shield fell, right?” You look over to Jemma who nods.
“So the end of 2014,” you inform Phastos, before adding, “A few days later Coulson and I located Loki’s scepter.”
“And I joined the Avengers.,” you add on softly.
Flashes of Natasha beside you going through empty halls fills your mind. Your heart pangs, but you swallow, nodding for Jemma to continue.
“We lost any hint of the right equation,” Jemma divulges, “but we knew when you fixed it in the first place.”
“When we went back in time to fight the Chronicoms-”
“The what?” You cut Fitz off, confused.
“Chronicoms,” he repeats, “synthetic robot-like race of beings. We went back in time to stop them from erasing S.H.I.E.L.D. from existence.”
“Why did they want to do that?” Ikaris asks.
“They wanted to establish Earth as their home base,” Jemma explains solemnly.
“Fuck,” you lean back in your chair.
“We had the upper hand though,” Fitz assures, “I studied something called the time stream.”
The time stream? What even is that?
“That’s a myth,” Bruce scoffs, but sits up straighter, “right?”
Fitz shakes his head, “We got a copy of it.”
“What is a time stream?” Bucky cuts in to ask.
“It predicts the future,” Fitz states.
“How?” Sam prompts.
“It calculates the likelihood of things to happen in the future based on past actions,” Fitz clarifies, “we were able to quantify our success rate based on our actions.”
You scrunch your eyebrows, “we need to break down a timeline,” you tilt your head to the ceiling, “Rosalind, pull up a whiteboard.”
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An hour later, you’re updated to the last few years apart from Fitzsimmons.
“So the Chronicoms have been on Earth longer than we have?” Phastos asks, pointing at the timeline you had created hovering over the conference room table.
“Enoch and who?” You’re looking at Fitz for the answer. It pinged the two highly advanced individuals that weren’t quite robots as being on Earth for 30,000 years.
“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugs, “they were sent to study the human race. They were called the anthropologists of their kind.”
“So you, Jemma and Enoch sent yourselves off into a distant star system last year to plan to defeat these things that are coincidently Enochs' race?” You piece their story together slowly.
“I studied the time stream for years,” Fitz says, “we spent years planning, because, well because-”
“We’d be able to go back in time to right where we left,” Jemma finishes his thought, before taking a sip of tea.
You took a break an hour into the interrogation, knowing you’d need snacks and drinks to sort through all the new information thrown at you.
“But before we did that,” Fitz says, “we went back in time to get you.”
You scrunch your eyes at the information, “it gave you the exact outcome of everything?”
“Not exactly,” Jemma tells you, “it predicts the likelihood of future events.”
“And you used that information to fuck with the entire timeline we’re in,” you state bluntly.
“If we didn’t the entire Earth would be run by Chronicoms,” Fitz says, passionately, “humans would have ceased to exist.”
“We wouldn’t have let that happen,” Ikaris raises his voice.
“You wouldn’t have been able to handle it,” Fitz cut in, loud, “you can barely handle the aliens you’ve fought for years.”
“Hey now,” Sam cuts in, “let’s keep it civil.”
“Why me?” You ask quietly.
There’s a pause, before Fitz speaks carefully, “It was between you or Phastos,” he admits, “there was a hindrance in acquiring, but with a higher rate of survival if we were able to get you into the future and have you solve the equation.”
“You mean Ikaris,” Phastos says with a scoff.
You squeeze Ikariss’ hand as Fitz hesitates to answer.
“Ikaris was a large factor,” Jemma slowly says, “and it had to be accounted for.”
Ikaris slams his fist on the table abruptly, “so you faked her death?”
The two are silent, which is enough of an answer.
“How?” Ikariss’ voice is low, and you can tell he’s trying to control his anger. You reach over and grab his clenched fist from the table, relaxing it in your hand.
“After studying the timestream we found the perfect opportunity,” Jemma explains.
“You said this thing only predicted the future,” Sam points out.
“If you travel to the past point in time,” Bruce speaks up, “that time period will then be your future.”
“How did you fake her death?” Ikaris repeats himself louder.
“We didn’t do it alone,” Fitz says, almost admitting the information in a way.
“You had the robot help you,” Bucky clarifies, “right?”
“Yes, Enoch helped us,” Fitz answers, before taking a deep breath, “we created a life model decoy, but we sold everything with the power of illusions.”
“You’re saying you have magic powers now too?” Sam is the first to speak.
Wait.
Jemma shakes her head solemnly, “that’s not what he’s saying.”
“Oh my god,” you gape at the two scientists in front of you, “are you fucking serious?”
Phastos stands, pushing himself away from the table, “I don’t believe you.”
“We didn’t want to-” Fitz tries to defend himself, but you put your hand out.
“Shut the fuck up Fitz,” you snarl, “you manipulated her.”
“Are you saying Sprite created the illusion of Y/N’s death?” Ikaris asks with a low voice.
“She was willing to help-” Fitz starts again, but Bucky cuts him off.
“The kid on their team?” He looks at Sam who nods his head.
“So Sprite knew Y/N wasn’t dead?” Ikaris asks, hand turning to fists and eyes starting to shine. You place your hand over his clenched hand close to you, closing making him release the fist.
“Sprite didn’t know,” Jemma interjects quickly as if trying to diffuse the situation, “we altered her memory immediately after.”
“With the same tech you used on Y/N?” Phastos interrogates, thoroughly mad.
“That doesn’t make it better,” you insist, squeezing Ikaris’ hand in yours, “you still used her.”
“We didn’t use her,” Fitz says with a louder voice, “she knew exactly what she was doing.”
“That’s fucked up,” Bucky states before he looks over to you, “want me to kill them now?”
“Woah woah woah,” Fitz interjects with his hands up, “you can’t kill us for this.”
It happens so fast that when your eyes open from blinking, Ikaris has Fitz pinned by the neck against the wall, “can’t I?” Ikaris seethes into Fitz face, eyes ablaze.
“Fitz!” Jemma screams, standing up quickly, but one look from Bucky has her sitting back down.
You’re up in an instance after, gripping his bicep tightly, “Ikaris stop,” you choke out, heart racing.
“They did this to you,” he squeezes his hand tighter and you hear Jemma sob behind you.
“Let go,” you trail your hand down to his fingers and pull, “now.”
He releases his fingers with a ragged breath and Fitz drops with a thump.
Jemma drops to her knees as you pull Ikaris away from the now unconscious Fitz. Without a word you pull him out of the room with a shaky hand, mind racing with anxiety as you make your way to your room.
Your hands shake as you try to open the door. Ikaris gently places his hand over yours and turns the door slowly.
As soon as he closes it you sob, throwing your arms around his shoulders and stuffing your wet face into his neck.
He lifts you up immediately, kissing the side of your forehead, “I know love, I know.”
He sets himself on the edge of your bed with you in his lap as he rubs up and down your back, “let it out.”
“Thi-is” you hiccup from sobbing and your voice is muffled in his neck, “fucking su-ucks.”
He knows what you said though, “we’ll figure it out love,” he smooths down your hair and kisses your temple, “and everything will be okay.”
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YAY! I updated woohoo. this was super hard to write so I really hope it makes sense lol
Summary: part fourteen of a fanfiction and they haven’t kissed yet? but don't worry folks shit is heating up in this one! after that we get a catch up, I'm always thinking about pizza and we find out some stuff y/n doesn't even know
Words: 2708
Warning: swearing, some nsfw shit 18+! What can I say I love the idea of face riding a tall good looking man that broods.
link to part thirteen
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Ikaris closes the door by pushing you against it, and goes straight for your neck. He breathes in deep, inhaling your scent.
His left hand grips the back of your thigh, holding you in place, while his right hand inches up your hip, slowly pushing your shirt up. The feeling of his fingers on your skin makes you shiver in anticipation. You snake your arms around his neck, and grip his hair.
“You alright love?” His accent is thick, but it’s more muffled by your jaw he presses his lips against, making you look at the ceiling.
You nod, but he hums, “talk to me, Y/N.”
He moves his hand from your hip, and you go to protest, but he cups your cheek, “Y/N.”
You take a deep breath, “you feel good,” you say quietly, cheeks turning a bright red.
He gives you a grin, “you like how I touch you?” He asks you, and while his voice is soft, his words are not.
His words send a rush of electricity straight to your core. You manage to make eye contact, and you know he can tell how his words affect you.
“I do,” you finally answer, biting your lip, “you make me feel good.”
“Love,” he leans in towards you, breathing the word onto you, “I always wanna make you feel good.”
His accent is thick, and when you look into his eyes you notice they’ve darkened.
“Will you let me do that?” He pushes his hips harder against yours, keeping you in place as he reaches his other hand up to cup your cheek.
“Hm?” he nearly cooes before leaning over and kissing your cheek.
“I’ve missed you,” he continues speaking as he leans over and kisses the other cheek.
“So much,” he adds on, going to kiss your forehead.
You can’t take it. You move your head quickly to meet his lips with yours.
When your lips meet it feels like a circuit being completed. You feel the electricity move between the two of you warm and complete.
You pull away, opening your eyes to meet his own.
“Y/N,” he whispers, “please,” he’s begging, but he doesn’t know what for.
You don’t say anything, instead you smash your lips against his.
This time, he kisses you back fervently. You're grabbing his hair, his cheeks, his shoulders, anything to steady yourself.
He’s grabbing your hips, rocking against your core against the door, causing you to arch your back into him.
He pulls his lips away from yours, before attacking your neck.
His arms snake around your back and he’s suddenly carrying you across the room, setting you gently down on the bed.
“Ikaris,” you sigh out, “kiss me” you reach out for him, breathless.
He complies, falling against you as your lips meet again. He groans against your mouth when you buck your hips into him and you smirk. You’re about to do it again when there’s a knock at the door.
“Ignore it,” Ikaris pants in your mouth.
“Agreed,” you breathe out as you pull his hair, making him groan out. You take the chance to push him back onto the bed.
The knocking persists as you straddle him against the headboard.
“Ikaris! Y/N! Open the door!” The voice is muffled and indistinguishable as you rock your hips against Ikaris’ groin as you peck kisses along his neck.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, grabbing your hips to help you move. You grab at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off of his body.
He lifts his arms up to help and when you sit back in his lap to look at him, you have to stop yourself from audibly moaning.
“Oh my god,” you mumble as you trace your finger along his collarbone.
He lets out a chuckle and places his hand over yours, moving it lower towards his v-line.
“Like what you see?” He whispers, accent somehow thicker with arousal.
“Yes,” you immediately reply, your brain more focused on the feel of his hard-on under your palm.
He presses his nose into your neck and you giggle. God you felt like a horny teenager.
The door bursts open before you can even process it. You yelp from the intrusion, pushing yourself closer into your husband, trying to shield yourself.
Bucky strolls in unfazed, gun in hand with Phastos and Bruce behind me, “control yourselves, they’re ready to talk.”
“What?” You turn your head, while trying to push Ikaris from your neck.
He doesn’t budge, but just mumbles ‘no’ into your skin. You rest your hands in his hair and try to control your breathing.
“Fitzsimmons are ready to talk,” Bruce informs, though uncomfortably from the doorway and looking at the ceiling.
“Great,” Ikaris replies, “now get the fuck out.”
You hit his chest, “Ikaris! We have to go.”
He raises his mouth to your ear, “not until I’ve had a taste of you,” he nips your earlobe.
Your face burns as you clear your throat, “everyone out we’ll be there in twenty.”
The door shuts quickly and you crash your lips into his again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you pant against his mouth as he starts to unzip your pants above him.
You lift yourself off his lap so he can pull your pants and underwear down, and when you sit back down on his cock he can feel your juices soak through his pants to his boxers.
“Shit love,” he groans, bucking up into you, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Fuck me,” you pop his belt open and rip it off, before unzipping his pants.
You giggle trying to pull them off, but finally manage with his help. He finds the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off your body, groaning at your bare chest.
“Ikaris,” you pull on the band of his boxers, “please fuck me.”
He shakes his head, “we don’t have time,” before you can whine though, he’s kissing your lips, “don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll still make you feel good.”
He grips your hips and slides you up his chest as he lays farther down into the pillows. He lifts his head up and takes a nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck,” you moan out at the feeling of his toned abs on your clit, the friction making you dizzy.
Ikaris catches onto your hip rolls, and moves his hands along on your hips, helping you.
“That feel good?” His voice is quiet, but hoarse.
You nod, both hands on his chest as you rock against it.
“Here love,” he takes his mouth off you to move you further up towards his face.
Oh.
You audibly whine when he grabs your ass in both palms, lifting you over his face.
You sit up on your knees, hovering over him.
“Are you sure Ikaris? You don’t have to,” you run your fingers through his hair.
“Y/N,” he presses down on your thighs, making your knees fall.
Fuck.
“Ikaris,” you moan back as he languidly licks the inside of your thigh, licking the excess juices from your core.
“Sit on my face, pretty girl,” he says, kissing each side of your thigh, before zoning in on your core.
He presses a kiss to your clit that has you keening, putting your full weight onto your husband's head. He keeps you steady with one hand, as the other grips your thigh.
The noises coming from his mouth and your own are obscene. You’re both fully moaning out, you into the air, but his moans send a vibration right into the bottom of your stomach, making you even louder.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you start rocking your hips against his face as he helps guide you with one hand, the other going up to squeeze the under side of your breast.
“Fuck my face,” he mumbles into your core, flicking at your nipple. You barely hear him through the haze of pleasure, reaching down to grab harder at his scalp, your other hand steady against the wall.
You feel sparks throughout your body, sending zaps through your fingers and toes. You feel your high approaching, but just need a little more.
“Ikaris,” you’re just moaning at this point, barely able to rock your hips. He completely takes over your movement with one hand on your hip, the other reaching up towards your core.
He slides two fingers into your channel with no hesitation, and you can hear the slick noises as he moves them in and out.
“Oh fuck,” you throw your head back, “fuck I’m so close.”
You feel like magic.
“Fuck fuck shit,” you’re babbling at this point, but Ikaris keeps his speed up. His fingers hit right at your g-spot as he sucks on your clit.
You feel like electricity.
He rocks you harder down onto his face, and you’re so so close.
“Cum for me,” he speeds up his fingers and you see stars.
You feel waves of pleasure as you gush against his mouth, arching your back, “fuck Ikaris,” you cry out as you ride your high out.
He continues to ministrations on your pussy until you’re trying to move off of his face, he finally relents and lays you on your back.
“Ikaris,” you mumble out with a smile, “that was amazing.”
He pecks your lips, “I’m glad.”
You look down to see a large stain on his boxers. You look back up to his face to see his cheeks red.
“I uh-” he starts to say, but you cut him off with a kiss.
“That’s so hot,” you say into his mouth, running your hands on his hard chest.
“You’re so perfect for me,” he says into your mouth before pulling away.
He kisses your forehead, “we should get going.”
You groan oat, stretching your arms, “you’re probably right,” you look around the room, “where are my clothes?”
Ikaris gets up from the bed, opening a dresser drawer. He comes back to the bed with a fresh pair of underwear and black leggings.
You lift up the clothing, inspecting it, “are these mine?”
He nods, and you furrow your eyebrows.
“What is it?” He asks as you shrug the leggings on.
“I don’t know,” you shrug, still shirtless as you walk up to him, “I guess I was expecting something less modern.”
“I still have all our old clothes from the years together,” he’s casual, grabbing a shirt to put on.
You grab the shirt from him though, using your free hand to feel his chest.
“That’s sweet,” you say absentmindedly, tracing his sternum with the tip of your finger.
He breathes out, “yeah?”
You nod, “yeah,” before kissing him sweetly. Kissing him was addicting. His lips were soft, but firm against yours.
“You keep kissing me like that and we won’t leave this room,” he warns, sliding his hands up your bare back.
“Hm, sounds horrible,” you’re sarcastic as you press your chest against his.
“You’re eager,” his voice thickens as your nipples harden against him.
“So are you,” you smirk, giving him a quick peck before stepping away, “what are my shirt options?”
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“Is it appropriate to bring snacks to an interrogation?” You question aloud from your spot in front of the fridge.
“I got blueberries from the farmers market,” Bruce chimes in, sitting at the counter with his laptop.
“We should be having dinner,” Bucky calls out from the dinner table, “I’m in the mood for pizza.”
“Wanda makes the best pizza,” you groan out in front of the fridge, spotting the blueberries, “the sauce is to die for.”
“Sokovian sauce is better,” Bruce agrees and you nod.
You shut the fridge with your hip, blueberries in hand, and turn to Ikaris, “want a snack?”
He smirks, “no, I already had one,” he kisses your cheek.
“Yeah that tired me out,” you admit, and he hangs his arm over your shoulder, so you lean into him.
“Hopefully not too tired,” he murmurs into your neck, “I’m not done with you.”
You give him a quick kiss, and smile, “good.”
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After talking with Sam and Bucky, you decided that only a few people would be in the interrogation room.
That would include you, Sam, Bucky, Ikaris, Phastos and Bruce.
It was times like these that you missed Natasha. She was the best at this kind of thing. She could get the worst kind of people to talk in five minutes.
“Hey Natty,” you sigh, looking down, “I’ve got a lot to tell you.”
You sit down on the ground in front of the royal azaleas, “turns out I’m not who I thought I was.”
“Now I don’t know who I am,” you admit to the plant, “I don’t know if I really ever knew.”
“I’m married,” you state bluntly, “and I can fly and fighting aliens isn’t as big of a deal as we thought it was.”
You feel the flower between your fingers gently. “Fitzsimmons betrayed me,” you continue, “Morgan started kindergarten and Bucky has a cat.”
“We knew going back in time had its risks,” you take a deep breath, “I just didn’t think I’d lose you when I did.”
You sniffle, “and I know I can take comfort in the fact that you’re at rest,” you take a deep breath, “I just really miss you.”
You pause.
“Natasha,” you start, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who to trust,” you continue, “and I certainly don’t know what’s next.”
“I guess what I’m saying is that I wish you were here,” you say, “because you’d know what to do. You always knew what to do.”
“Even when it came down to life or death,” you say quietly, “you knew what to do.”
“And even if I do know what to do,” you let out a shaky breath, “what if I’m not strong enough?”
“You’re the strongest person I know,” you say, “or you were.”
You sniffle.
“Give me strength Nat,” you whisper, placing your hands on the ground to lift yourself up, “I really need it.”
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You make your way back into the interrogation room and take a seat between Ikaris and Sam.
“Hey,” you clear your throat, giving Ikaris a small smile.
“Hi love,” he greets, leaning back in his chair.
Bucky walks in soon after carrying a drink.
He sets it on the table, and notices Ikaris’ stare.
You’re staring at your fingers in your lap, picking at them so he’s not subtle.
Ikaris nods towards the hall.
Bucky takes the cue, leaving the room.
Ikaris moves to leave too, but your hand on his shoulder stops him, “where are you going?” You ask, still sitting in the chair.
“I’ll be right back,” he kisses your forehead on instinct, “just gotta use the bathroom.”
“Okay,” you smile, turning to talk to Sam next to you.
Ikaris steps out and nods at Bucky.
“How’d you get them to talk?” He cuts to the chase, crossing his arms.
“You won’t tell her?” Bucky asks.
Ikaris shakes his head.
“I showed them the footage of Y/N in the lab,” he answers.
“Pretending to interrogate them?” Ikaris asks and Bucky nods.
“She was doing it for about five minutes before you walked in,” Bucky adds on.
“It’s a good idea,” Ikaris responds, “thank you.”
“I’d do anything for Y/N,” Bucky tells him, “she’s my sister.”
Ikaris nods, understanding the relationship between the two of you.
“Thank you,” he says again before making his way back into the conference room.
“Take the lead,” Sam offers you, “I’ll be there to keep you on track.”
“Sounds good,” you respond.
“Bucky will be back with them soon,” Sam tells you, “and then we can start.”
Ikaris takes a seat next to you, and you shoot him a smile.
“How are you feeling?” He asks gently in your ear.
“A bit nervous,” you whisper to him.
He places his hand on the back of your neck for comfort, messaging it softly.
“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss. He guides your head with his hand, taking your lips in his. He kisses you deeply before pulling away, leaving you breathless.
“Of course love,” he responds before the door opens.
hi all, I hope you’re well. I’m so happy to let you know that I’ve been writing again and will update Wayward Devotion soon. I may also have Bucky stuff in the drafts…
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I totally think it’s a little funny to be using this platform of fanfiction blog, but I love animals. And I bet you probably do too.
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Summary: who knows? Wanda is my hero, that's really all there is to say.
Words: 2074
Warning: swearing, horribly slow burn, violence and probably other shit
link to park eleven
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“I just wanted to say sorry,” Fitz states solemnly, “it really was the only choice.”
“What was?” You tilt your head at the man.
“Erasing your memory,” he states, as if it’s obvious.
“You erased my memory?” you ask, baffled.
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“What the hell is going on?” Sam storms into the cell, looking over to you. You can tell he’s angry, and don’t exactly blame him.
You put your hands up slowly, looking to make sure Ikaris does the same. Begrudgingly, he does.
“Yeah Y/N this is wrong,” Bucky agrees sarcastically in a monotone voice, “Sam is totally right.” He adds on boredly, not moving from the doorway.
“Radio silence for-”
“Sam pleas-” You try to cut him off.
“Fourteen hours!” He raises his voice to end the sentence.
“No messages,” he continues, “no phone calls, nothing. What the hell were you thinking?”
“I get you’re upset-” You try to make your case, but he cuts you off again, actually angry, “Explain. Now.”
“We didn’t do anything unjustifiable,” you point to the couple, keeping your voice steady, “they erased my memory. I swear.”
“She’s right,” Ikaris agrees, arms now crossed and standing behind you, as if on his toes for an attack.
“So you kidnapped them?” Sam asks.
“I wouldn’t consider it a kidnapping,” you argue, “they are adults.”
“Then you abducted them!” He throws his hands out, before pointing to them, “this isn’t a good look Y/N. They’ll be agents on the way soon.”
In your defense, you didn’t really have time to let the Avengers know about your plan. Things happened too fast.
“We don’t need much time,” Ikaris offers, “let them confess.”
“That’s easier said than done,” Sam replies, slightly cooled down, “there are technicalities.”
“I don’t give a shit about technicalities,” you nearly whine, putting your hands down, “we need a team meeting. Now.”
“I agree,” Bucky calls out from the doorway.
You turn to Sam and give him a look. He meets your stare and puts his hands up, “conference room,” he concedes, “I’ll deal with them.” He looks over to the cell and back to you.
You thank him before leading Ikaris out of the jail cell, your hand in his. You make your way into the conference room to see Phastos, Bruce, Kingo, Ajak and Sprite already there.
“It’s good to see you’re okay,” Bruce greets and you manage a small smile.
“I don’t know if I’m okay,” you admit, “but I think things will start to make sense soon.”
You feel Ikaris squeeze his hand on your thigh, so you place your hand on top of his, squeezing back gently.
Ikaris could tell you were tired, but he felt exhausted. Whatever contraption Fitz had put him in took a toll.
It’s almost as if he was electrocuted from the inside out, leaving his bones aching and frail. He’s been down in fights before against deviants, but this? This made him want to lay in bed for twenty hours.
More specifically with you in that bed with him.
-
Ikaris’ mind feels foggy, almost disconnected as he comes to. He tries to lift his neck, but it’s restrained against the bed, and all of his limbs are too.
Fuck.
He tries to channel his energy, but it dissipates quickly, as if it’s fizzling out.
“A modified version of my quantum field disruptors,” he hears Fitz’ voice call out and he shifts his eyes to see the man at a table filled with different tools.
“Let me out of here,” Ikaris grits out between his teeth, “now.”
“We’re alike, you and I,” Fitz snaps the latex of his glove against his hand, ignoring Ikaris.
Ikaris fumes, but chooses to stay silent. Instead, he watches as Fitz picks up a marker and makes his way back over to Ikaris lying on the gurney.
“You’d do anything for Y/N,” he continues, speaking quieter as he marks lines on Ikaris’ forehead, “and I’d do anything for Jemma.”
“I’ve killed for her,” he seems to be talking more to himself as he tightens the bounds on Ikaris, “I’ve traveled through time for her. I’ve died for her,” he gives Ikaris a look, “and yet here you are trying to threaten me.”
Ikaris’ muscles strain against the bands, but as soon as he forces the material away, it shocks him, causing him to groan out. It wasn’t just electricity, it felt like a poison was flowing through his veins.
“That’ll be the gamma hydroxybutane,” Fitz explains, hearing the pain in Ikaris’ voice, “slowly subduing you.”
Ikaris stays still, trying to navigate the feeling of the drug inside his veins. He was surprised he could even feel it in the first place.
“Had to use a lot,” Fitz casually brings up, “it’ll burn through you quick, but I don’t need a lot of time.”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ikaris finally speaks, glancing over to Fitz who seemed to be programming something.
“I knew I should’ve erased your memory of her, but I thought I was being kind by faking her death,” he admits, “I’m fixing my mistake.”
He was going to erase Ikaris’s memory of you. Maybe even his whole memory.
All seven thousand years.
The thought of all the memories the two of you shared being wiped from existence left Ikaris feeling like a stone had dropped in his stomach.
It also didn’t help that he felt like the room was spinning slightly.
“Let hell you are,” he nearly growls before pushing fully against the restraints and tries to break free, despite the pain.
It’s a losing game though.
Ikaris can feel the little energy he had left leaving his body and he stops pushing. Stars spot his vision and he focuses on his breath as he tries to not fall asleep.
He’s barely coherent, which makes him even more confused when the door to the room is busted open.
You stroll inside, but a wisp of red follows you, promptly making Fitz fall onto the floor.
You ignore Fitz though and head straight to Ikaris, and work on dismantling the bounds around him.
“Are you alright?” You ask, helping him off the dais carefully with your arm around his shoulder, ignoring the unconscious Jemma being carried into the room with a red mist. Wanda comes in after casually and works on tying the two up.
“How’d you know we’d be here?” Ikaris asks Wanda, but she ignores him.
“Are you okay?” You place your hands on Ikaris’ cheeks, making him face you.
“I’m okay,” he assures and you nod slowly.
“Good,” you say before you’re throwing your arms around him tightly.
“It’s okay,” he comforts, wrapping his arms around you, “are you okay?”
You nod into his neck and he breathes out, “I’m glad.”
“You were apart for an hour,” Wanda calls out from the other side of the lab, “get a grip.”
“I’m grateful,” you walk over and take her hands in yours, “but I don’t know if that was the best way to handle the situation.”
You look over to the two unconscious bodies on the floor next to you.
“They were gonna erase our memory,” Ikaris defends.
You sigh, “I know, I just wish we could’ve been civil, and you,” you turn to Wanda, “were never here. We don’t need another Westview.”
She nods, “I agree.”
“We’ll take them back to the compound and question them,” you plan, “and we’ll get to the bottom of this.”
You give Ikaris another squeeze before letting go. He takes your hand in his and you don’t stop him, “we need to go.”
Wanda nods, “you do.”
-
Your touch brings Ikaris back to reality. He looks around the table to see it full, even notices Pepper next to you.
“You with me?” You whisper into his ear, your hands intertwined on his thigh.
“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “just tired.”
“Me too,” you agree, “we should sleep for a year after this.”
He goes to reply, but Sam stands at the head of the table, directing everyone’s attention.
His hands rest against the wood, and you can see him visibly sigh.
“Explain everything,” he’s blunt and to the point, “now.”
-
You’re sitting in your jail cell.
You can see Ikaris pacing in his, but you’re trying to come up with a logical reason as to why Jemma and Fitz erased your memory.
“It just doesn’t make sense,” you mumble, more to yourself.
“We need to get out of here,” Ikaris calls out, punching the wall.
“We’re not getting out of these,” you turn to look at him, “they’re containment modules. Meant for inhumans, but are perfect for restraining powers like yours too.”
“Can’t you hack into it somehow?” Ikaris offers, “you did say you liked being in the lab more.”
“Where did they go?” You ask out loud, “I want answers.”
Suddenly a hose in Ikaris’s cell opens up, causing the container to be filled with a fog-like substance.
“Ikaris?” You call out, standing up, “Ikaris!”
He doesn’t respond though and when the fog clears you see him knocked out on the ground. You begin to pound against the glass, even though you know it’s futile.
Suddenly a hose in your cell opens as well, and before you know it your vision goes black.
-
You wake up strapped to an upright stretcher. Your head aches and you feel discombobulated.
You look around the room and notice you’re in a lab, and see Jemma facing away from you in a corner.
“Jemma,” you call out, voice hoarse from yelling.
“Jemma please just explain,” you try to reason, but she ignores you.
“Wow,” you rest your head on the stretcher, “this fucking sucks.”
There’s got to be a way out of this.
You check the tightness of your bindings.
They’re really fucking tight. You try to wiggle around, but you hear Jemma call out, “I’m not opposed to knocking you out again.”
“You need me awake for brain surgery,” you retort dryly.
“How did we get here?” You call out as you survey the room, looking for any nearby things that could be used like a weapon.
“We were friends,” you continue, spotting exactly what you needed in the lab coat of Jemma walking towards you.
A pen.
It’ll do.
You’ll provoke her, cause her to get close and steal it.
Easy.
Before you can even speak, you hear the tell tale sound of a portal opening.
“Step away from Y/N,” Wanda commands through her accent, red wisps around her fingers.
Jemma puts her hands up and Wanda claps, causing Jemma to fall to the floor.
You feel your binds loosen as Wanda helps you to stand.
“You okay?” You lean into her and give a small nod.
“Good,” she begins to walk with you, “let’s go get Ikaris.”
-
Your retelling of your alleged abduction left out the fact that Wanda was there.
At all.
As far as anyone in the conference room was concerned, she hasn’t left the Sanctum. Ikaris didn’t need an explanation of why you wanted that information to not be public, and you were thankful.
After your explanation, Sam seemed to have calmed down considerably.
Everyone around the table was silent, you felt Ikaris squeeze your hand under the table.
-
You power down the quinjet, but don’t make a move to get up. You see Ikaris eyes on you, but he lets you sit in silence for a moment.
“We did what we had to,” he reminds you gently, before standing up.
You stay silent, but get up as well.
“I know,” you finally speak, grabbing his hand as you make your way down the ramp.
“I just want to know why,” you say, more quiet as you start to see the team approach you.
-
“So,” Bucky lifts his handgun, pointing it at Fitzs’ head boredly, “spill why you stole Y/N’s memories,” he cocks the gun, “now.”
“No,” Fitz says immediately, “so shoot.”
“We can’t,” Jemma whispers, a small tear leaking out of her eye, “I’m sorry.”
You look to Ikaris, and then to Bucky, who’s already looking at you with a raised eyebrow. With a small shake of your head, he’s lowering the gun.
“They’ll reconsider,” You assure the group, “they’ll have to.”
“Let’s go,” Ikaris’ hand gently grabs your shoulder.
You slowly stand, letting Ikaris guide you out of the room.
“No torture Barnes,” you call out, before turning the corner towards your room.
-
yeaaah that took a bit
just a reminder that I don't have a schedule I post when I want
I do however hope to finish up this fanfic soon because I have new ideas I wanna try out!
