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I had this thought today. These two are more similar than one would think. And thus, I think they'd get along pretty well. Taskmaster being more of the serious one while Ghost being a bit more of the reckless one.  And before people begin bashing on the MCU Taskmaster, well guess what? I love her and think she's fine. Y'all need to worry about Kang tbh.

Little Calico doodle

I think she’s younger in this. Probably when she first mutated so like 11

She’s 16. She mutated when she was 11. She started being a superhero a little after Spiderman showed up.

Civil War AU Idea

So I have a few superhero OCs, one of my favorites being Calico, a mutant with the abilities and appearance of a calico cat.

She has cream colored fur everywhere except her face, large cat ears on the top of her head, claws, slit pupils, sharp caine teeth, and a fluffy tail.

Powers include: Night vision, agility/flexibility/landing her feet like a cat, smell and hearing enhancement, and she can look more human (she doesn't have full control over this one, and it takes a lot of effort to stay human-looking)

All the art I have of her is old and terrible, so I'll update it later.

My idea, what if Captain America brought Calico in for the airport fight like Iron Man brought in Spidey? And, WHAT IF THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?? AND THEY ARE FRIENDS?

Like:

Calico spots Spider-Man from across the battlefield: HEY!! SPIDEY!! IS THAT YOU?

Spider-Man punches Hawkeye: CALICO? HEY!

Calico: MAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE WRONG SIDE?

Spider-Man: I’M NOT ON THE WRONG SIDE! YOU ARE!

Ironman: Underoos! What are you doing?

Spider-Man: I'm yelling to my bestie.

Calico: Awww, I'm your bestie?

Spider-Man: Yes, you are! When did you get so close to me?

Calico: A few seconds ago.

Iron Man: Underoos!

Spider-Man: Fine.

And then they end up fighting each other (because they have to), and they have a Clint and Nat moment where they are like:

Calico: We’re still friends, right?

Spider-Man: Totally.

Calico: Cool! 😁 *sweeps his legs with her tail*

I don’t care what anyone else wants, I’m making this AU.

Civil War AU Idea

So I have a few superhero OCs, one of my favorites being Calico, a mutant with the abilities and appearance of a calico cat.

She has cream colored fur everywhere except her face, large cat ears on the top of her head, claws, slit pupils, sharp caine teeth, and a fluffy tail.

Powers include: Night vision, agility/flexibility/landing her feet like a cat, smell and hearing enhancement, and she can look more human (she doesn't have full control over this one, and it takes a lot of effort to stay human-looking)

All the art I have of her is old and terrible, so I'll update it later.

My idea, what if Captain America brought Calico in for the airport fight like Iron Man brought in Spidey? And, WHAT IF THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?? AND THEY ARE FRIENDS?

Like:

Calico spots Spider-Man from across the battlefield: HEY!! SPIDEY!! IS THAT YOU?

Spider-Man punches Hawkeye: CALICO? HEY!

Calico: MAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE WRONG SIDE?

Spider-Man: I’M NOT ON THE WRONG SIDE! YOU ARE!

Ironman: Underoos! What are you doing?

Spider-Man: I'm yelling to my bestie.

Calico: Awww, I'm your bestie?

Spider-Man: Yes, you are! When did you get so close to me?

Calico: A few seconds ago.

Iron Man: Underoos!

Spider-Man: Fine.

And then they end up fighting each other (because they have to), and they have a Clint and Nat moment where they are like:

Calico: We’re still friends, right?

Spider-Man: Totally.

Calico: Cool! 😁 *sweeps his legs with her tail*

I don’t care what anyone else wants, I’m making this AU.

MCU Reverse Role AU z Hero!Lokim (albo raczej Anti-Hero!Loki) i Villain!Thor

I wanna see negative effects of the Infinity Stones...hear me out...

The Power Stone obviously overpowers anyone of “a lesser strength,” whatever, I don’t care about wispy purple explosions...

And we all know what the Reality Stone does to a person, Jane Foster and her possibly getting cancer from it’s exposure to her body alone being exhibit numero uno...

I wanna see somebody take the Time Stone and be plagued with nightmares of atrocities throughout history. Past, present, future, shit that almost happened and the infinite possibilities that have yet to come to pass! The days, ways and exact moments down to the very second you or your loved ones are going to die and not being able to do anything about it! Just like the Ancient One in Doctor Strange! Be burderned with knowledge of time!

I wanna see someone snatch the Space Stone and accidentally make a black hole every time they get depressed or shift gravity around based on their mood- like floating off the ground every time they have a panic attack or being physically dragged down to the floor in a depressive episode. I want them to have dreams of neutron stars exploding or solar systems being born at the core of the Milky Way or any other galaxy.

With the Mind Stone, I want ya boy/girl to be cursed with the knowledge of other people’s thoughts. Good, bad, ugly and down right disgusting. You have somebody stalking you? You now have to hear everything they’re thinking about doing to you, but do you know where they are? Probably not. And if you think that’s bad, imagine never being allowed to forget a single detail of your entire life or the details within the memories of others. For example, your mother’s possible turmoil in debating whether or not she was going to keep you. Or your Dad contemplating whether or not he wanted to be a father or take his chances on the run. Or perhaps even a former babysitter who thought about killing you when you were little.

You wanna take a moment to get weird and think about the ramifications of the god damn Soul Stone...? Because I wish I hadn’t. Can you imagine being the only human in the world who could genuinely see ghosts? Who could likely control the Ghost Rider and maybe even cure his madness...? Being the only person in the history of the world to hold the power of life and death in your grasp? Having to see ghosts trailing behind their loved ones, trapped on the mortal plain with unfinished business and you can’t acknowledge them or you risk being haunted by a spirit begging you day and night to bring them back...? Or to take revenge on their behalf...? You would essentially be taking on the jobs of Charon, Hades, Thanatos and Cerberus all at the same time and that sounds like a particularly shit occupation, because let’s not forget about the Ghost Rider’s boss. The literal Devil himself who would more than likely try to murder you for the Soul Stone to get his revenge on the One Above All (who is God in the Marvel Universe) which would likely then bring on the apocalypse! The Biblical End of Days, because you gave Red Skull the finger and killed a loved one!

I really, really wish I hadn’t just spent the last four hours thinking about this, but I had to share or I was gonna scream...I’m not sorry...

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Previous Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5, Ch. 6

Chapter 7

Summary: Getting a new change of scenery, you guys try to come up with plans on how to survive through this temporary change until you can get answers. The four of you hope you can get by with the aid of your colleagues, though it isn’t Steve, nor Bucky.

Warnings: AU, Swearing

Word Count: 2,513

Czech Translations:

Kapička- Droplet

Drahý- Dear

Song Suggestions: Where Will I Go- Brief Encounters, Let’s Live For Today- The Grass Roots, Evil Is Going On- Canned Heat, Freaking Out The Neighborhood- Mac DeMarco

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You turned to look at each other, letting the radio host’s announcement sit. “But how?” Wanda mumbled.

You didn’t have any leads as to what could’ve possibly led to another time jump. You suggested that the crash might’ve caused it, though Vision shook his head to the suggestion. “It doesn’t seem likely. Last time this occurred, we were in the diner, not the car, which only voids us of an answer.” He stated while picking up a piece of mail from the floor and grabbing a pen. He began to jot down the years they were dropped into and the events that took place beforehand.

You peered at the paper inquisitively. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking note of our circumstances every time this transpires, so we could potentially find a correlation.” He sighed after writing down the last word onto the piece of mail. “And hopefully a cause.”

A frown started to etch itself onto Pietro’s face once he ripped his gaze from the paper to look up at you all. “So we bought clothes for nothing?”

Wanda took a deep inhale and turned to look out the car window. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue with you.”

“It was money spent on nothing! And what happens when we run out? We don’t have the money Tony has!”

Your brows furrowed at this. “He’s got a point. We don’t know how long we’ll stay in here and if the money we have will be enough.” You started to bite your nails anxiously as you tried to think of ways to deal with this situation. “We should keep the things we buy within this car. The car so far has come with us, regardless of location, so it looks like our best bet.”

“Looking for brief jobs could be a start to saving if that’s the case then. Or if we’re fortunate enough to have an avengers-esk team in this reality, then we might be able to get employed for the time being. And maybe get answers.” Vision added.

Wanda reluctantly nodded and huffed; hating to admit her brother had a point. She gazed at the flickering neon lights from a sketchy motel and grimaced a the sight. “A place to stay as payment would be nice too.”

“Can you not zap us into an apartment?” Pietro faced you.

You shook your head. “It doesn’t work like that. I can only transport myself so far.” You said in slight frustration. “Still working on transporting people with me.” You muttered the last part.

“I get why they needed me now.” He taunted under his breath; earning a flick on the forehead from you and his sister. He rubbed the spots after slapping both of your hands away. “Why am I always targeted?! Vision never has to endure this.”

His sister rolled her eyes. “Vision is not annoying.”

The compliment seemed to catch him off guard, judging by the red pigment dusting his human colored skin. “Oh, thank you. I think.”

“No problem, Vis.”

“Okay so Vision is amazing. Great!” Pietro then gestured to the building across the street. “Where are we going to stay at tonight, cause that motel over there should not even be in service.”

“The only thing we can do is drive around to find another place. Unless a store that sells a map of the town is still open at-” You check the time written on the car radio. “1:34 in the morning. And even if we do buy a map, we don’t know how long it’ll be useful for before we jump into another fucking world!” You sighed exasperatedly; your hands covering your face as your head dropped. You could feel a headache coming on by the uncertainty of all this. You hated not knowing how long this would last and how you could make this work for a long period of time, if it came to that.

Pietro’s demeanor softened as he saw you hide behind your hands. He carefully reached out and gingerly brought them down onto your lap. “It’ll be fine. We will find somewhere to stay at, and if not tonight, we have the car, no? Then when the sun comes up, we will search for a motel. Hopefully one that does not have a sign that will fall onto us the moment we enter.” You snorted at the description. “If we find ourselves here for more than a day, we will do what you and Vision have said and take it one step at a time, okay? We will get out of here. It might take time. And that’s okay. All that matters right now is that we can find somewhere to sleep at.” He murmured while peering into your eyes, gently squeezing your hands in his. “And I don’t want to find out what you’re like in the morning when you don’t have a goodnight sleep.” A toothy smile found it’s way onto his face once your eyes rolled and a smile broke out. “Y’know, I can run around the city until I find a good place that’s open?”

You frowned. “It’s like stupidly hot right now though.” Even though his idea really would help, you did feel guilty if he had to run in the heat like this.

“I’ve been through worse, kapička. But your pampering flatters me.” He winked; the wide smile remaining on his face. “Wait here, I’ll be back.” And just like that he was gone with only a gust of wind left to take his place.

You fixed your being and fluttered your lashes; your eyes adjusting to the abrupt charge of air that just hit it. “I do wish he gave us more time to prepare when he did that.”

Less than five seconds later, he came back and was seated. He held his hand in his lap, though it seemed as if he was discreetly angling it away from you. One slight tilt to the left was enough for you to catch a glimpse of the blue ink on it, and the lines marking his hand. He turned to look up at you and swiftly put his hand back down onto his lap. “Take a right.”

“He needs to write down how to get somewhere when he gives someone else directions. Or else he’ll forget cause he is not going at the speed he typically goes at.” Wanda said unamused as she leaned into the space between the two front seats.

“Y’know it doesn’t cost you to keep quiet.”

“You were going to make a fool of yourself if you kept looking down at your hand throughout the whole ride. I just saved you from further embarrassment, you should be thankful.”

Pietro grumbled at that and continued with giving you directions until you found a safe enough motel and booked a room. You all got rest and went to nearby stores for luggages and clothes the next morning. You each shopped for a few clothing items, just in case you did get transported after a day. You kept them in the car when not in use after buying; testing to see if your theories were correct for the next time it occurred. You also bought a few basic necessities in small increments for the same reason.

You each got ready for the day with your new outfits and repeated the process from two days ago. Except instead of proving if this were an alternate timeline, this time you were looking for evidence of your teammates potential existence in this world. And as if hearing your pleas, it didn’t take long to find that they did. Or at least two of them did. Clint and Nat. The thing was, they didn’t have an agency like S.H.I.E.L.D. but were rather faceless vigilantes. You figured you could work with that. The issue was finding a way to get in contact with them.

That is where the four of you found yourselves; waiting in dangerous parts of the city, hoping to catch one of them in the midst of a fight. That plan didn’t go over well as three nights had gone by and nothing.

“They are not going to show up.” Pietro said after 20 minutes of waiting on the fourth night. “It’s only two of them in this city, there’s no way we’ll spot them like this.”

“What do you suggest then?”

“Get their attention.” He shrugged.

You raised your brow. “How though?” He dashed off and came back in less than a second with a bandana on his head and two holes cut where his eyes would be.

“Join the action.” He grinned and held out bandanas and ski masks.

Wanda took a bandana. “You could’ve just tied it around half of your face.”

“I needed to cover my hair.”

“It barely covers it. Use this, not the cloth.” Wanda plucked out a ski mask to hand it back to him while you and Vision took the two articles of clothing left.

Pietro was visibly upset at the suggestion. “It’s not as cool.”

The four of you went on to stalk different sections of the city; fighting lawbreakers with your new attire that Pietro supplied for you all by ‘borrowing’ after getting the head pieces. You all agreed upon not using powers, as it seemed this world hasn’t had superbeings, so you used hand to hand combat instead. You heard nothing from them that night, but at least the city caught wind of the four of you. And that in itself could’ve been the reason that on the fifth night, you were confronted by the pair after having taken down some criminals.

“Interesting suits. Pretty sure I saw that very shirt just three blocks down.” You turned around to see Clint and Nat behind you; weapons not held up but not fully put away either.

“Got these on discounts.” Pietro spoke up.

Nat tilted her head at that and raised her brow. “Wasn’t aware 13th street and 9th were having a sale?”

You turned to look at Pietro with furrowed brows as if asking “where did you get these?” He ignored your stare and responded to Natasha mockingly. “You keep track of all the clothes in the city?”

“We got some complaints.”

“I thought you were fighters not landlords.”

“Yeah well people talk when four new crime fighters enter the scene with theft already on their hands. Congrats, you made the headlines if that was what you wanted.” Clint held up a newspaper packet with four separate pictures of the four of you fighting in your ‘suits.’ “It’s how we got the complaints when residents saw their clothes on the front page.”

Pietro avoided the gaze from his twin, you, and Vision as he stared off onto the street. You shook your head and rolled your eyes before facing the duo in front of you. “Right, we’re sorry about that. We’ll return these in the morning. Guess we should’ve been careful about who runs errands for us.” You chuckled with a strained smiled; hoping Pietro caught the jab. “We really didn’t mean to get off on the wrong foot with you and the neighborhood.”

“As long as you don’t steal again, we’ll be in the clear.” The pair was about to leave, yet Clint turned around once more. “And you guys should keep the talking to a minimum when fighting or in your suits. Most of you have distinguishable accents. Just a heads up if you don’t want trouble with the law.”

Your eyes widened a smidge upon the realization. You weren’t a masked hero and the twins, and Vision, were meant to be maskless as well, when joining the team. It genuinely slipped your mind that you could get recognized by your way of speaking. So in an attempt to keep in contact with the vigilantes, and get guidance, you asked them if they could mentor the four of you. The two looked shocked and glanced at each other before returning their gazes onto you all.

“What are you guys some type of teen titans?” Clint teased.

Your mouth opened to make a retort but then closed back up. To be fair, you did have a robot, who may not have been half human, but felt and thought like one. And you had Wanda who was like a sorceress. Pietro was just…Pietro you guess. To his credit, he does have the confidence, flirtatiousness, and agility (except more enhanced) that resembles Nightwing’s; with a humor that mirrors Beast Boy’s. Plus, while you weren’t an alien, you could teleport.

Shit Clint was right to a degree without even knowing. And you were going to keep it that way too. You cleared your throat. “No, though some tips and tricks would help greatly. We can fight but the whole being discreet and covering our tracks is still new to us.”

They shared looks as if having a mental conversation until Nat nodded whilst letting out a sigh. “Alright then. Training starts tomorrow night at 8 on the dot. Bring new threads. Preferably ones that don’t have a five finger discount. Uh-” She held her index finger up and brought her other hand up to her ear while nodding. “Copy. We’ll get there soon.” She hinted at Clint that they had to go with the tilt of her head.

“Right, well nice chat, but we’ll have to cut this shor- Alright! Alright! We’re going! Jesus have some patience man, I can’t think when you’re yelling in my ear.” He huffed and nodded in acknowledgment towards the four of you; Natasha following along before taking off. Unfortunately, they were too quick to leave that you had failed to ask where to meet them at.

The next morning….

“This should be it.” You said once you finished folding the last clothing item. “I can’t believe you broke into these people’s homes.” You said under your breath while shaking your head.

Pietro collected the clothes from you and furrowed his brows. “I didn’t break into their homes.”

“Then how’d you get these?”

“From the clothes they hang outside to dry.” He shrugged. “Don’t leave your clothes out if you don’t want them to get stolen.” You gave him a deadpanned look, causing him to put his hands up in defense. “Hey, you said we needed to save, so I went with the best method! Look, all the stores were closed, and you didn’t like me stealing from a vendor yesterday.”

“So you stole from everyday people?”

“They’re getting it back are they not?”

“After we found out through Nat and Clint.”

“See? Perfect! It all worked out.” He taunted and then leaned in to peck your temple. Before you could react, he ran off; his words echoing in place of him, “Thank you for the help, drahý!” You hadn’t even processed the sound of something falling onto the bedside table, until the items caught the corner of your eyes. Pietro left you with your favorite snack and drink, along with a note that read “I said I’d get your snacks next time ;)”

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A/N: Not much to say besides hoping you guys liked or okay with the change!

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Previous Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5

Chapter 6

Summary: Choosing to see a play with Steve and Bucky, the four of you go shopping for clothes to fit in with the times. You and Wanda simultaneously bother Pietro, causing him to grow irritated. The irritation transfers into the theater where you just happen to be lucky enough to sit beside Bucky and Pietro.

Warnings: AU, Swearing

Word Count: 2,120

Czech Translations:

Jdi do prdele- go to hell/piss off/fuck off

Miláček- Sweetheart/Darling

Kapička- Droplet

Drahý- Dear

Song Suggestions: Gimme Little Sign- Brenton Wood, Green Tambourine- The Lemon Pepper, I Heard it Through the Grapevine- Marvin Gaye, Full Moon, Empty Heart- Belly the Band

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You rummaged through the clothing racks, trying to find outfits so that you could stand out less with your modern-day clothes. You picked out a shirt and held it up while thinking of what to pair it with.

“What’s his name again?” Pietro spoke up from behind you.

“Hmm? Who?”

“Steve’s friend.”

“Do you mean Bucky?” Vision replied while putting on a sweater Wanda had suggested he try on.

“Yes Bucky.” He muttered before messing with a mannequin’s pose. “He’s a bit much, no?”

Wanda withheld a smirk and responded with, “You would know best about that, wouldn’t you Piet?”

Pietro then scoffed at the notion. Your focus drifted onto them and you noted the same mischievous look in Wanda’s eyes that Pietro usually gets before he purposefully gets on someone’s nerves. You shook your head and stopped a grin from spreading onto your face as you went back to sifting through the hangers. “And what do you mean by that dear sister?” Sarcasm dripping off of the so called words of endearment.

“He’s a spitting image of you with the way he acts.” She paused to look at a blue dress, ignoring the offended and shocked expression Pietro gave her.

“Do you take joy lying on my name?” He muttered with somewhat raised brows and squinted eyes. “He does not resemble me at all. He comes on too strong and lays it on—what is it you say?” He turned to face you and Vision.

“Lays it on too thick?” Vision piped up.

“Yes, that.”

“I don’t know Pietro, sometimes you do.” You added to further fuel the fire Wanda started, earning you a slight smirk from her.

“Miláček, you too?” He said in dramatic disbelief. The puppy dog eyes he gave you, did make you feel a faintly guilty if only for a moment.

You shrugged and gave him a sympathetic smile. “You’re not that discreet.” This makes him look to Vision for confirmation.

“Uh, well- I’m not really sure what might be too much. That can be subjective, so it would depend on the feelings of the people you hit on.” Vision clearly wanted to stay out of it, attempting to be neutral so that he can simply go back to shopping.

“Kapička, am I too much for you?” Piet returned to facing you, still in disbelief. “Do I lay it down too thickly?” The tone he said it in pulled at your heart strings, but you couldn’t help chuckling quietly at the way he worded the last question.

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” You continued to tease him with your “consolation.”

He crossed his arms with a small pout on his face. “‘Yes’ as an answer would’ve hurt less.”

His sister rolled her eyes. “You are being dramatic.”

He rolled his eyes in return and huffed. He continued to follow you and Wanda through the store, holding the piles of clothes you all sought out before you went to the changing rooms. You modeled for each other, seeing which pieces were the best before heading to the check out.

Once all of you were ready, you drove to the library to meet up with the Bucky and Steve. After they directed you on where the theater was, the six of you bought a ticket and went in. You didn’t think much of your seating placement; not paying much attention as you all filed into your row. It wasn’t until you sat down and saw that Pietro was on your left and Bucky on your right, that you wished you had pre-planned the seating. Not that you have issue with either of them, but knowing that Pietro wasn’t exactly fawn of Bucky meant that his patience with him was thin. You simply sat and hoped the two of them didn’t do or say much for the next two hours.

An hour into the play and you started to shudder due to the theatre’s air conditioning. “You’re not cold are you hun?” Bucky whispered after he saw you shiver. He put his hands on his coat, signaling he was ready to take it off if you needed it.

“Oh you don’t have to, but thank you for the offer.”

“No really it’s fine. I’d rather not have you sit here cold. I’m sure the change in temperature here must be hard to adjust to.” He smiled and gently rested his sweater on you. “There. All better. Is that sitting comfortable enough for you?”

You nodded and smiled bashfully. “It’s sitting just perfectly, thank you. You sure you won’t get cold?”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout me, sweetheart, I got my own ways of staying warm. Plus your presence would’ve been enough either way.”

“Well that’s awfully kind of you then-”

“No, go on talk louder, I can still hear the play.” Pietro butted in while leaning towards the two of you.

Your head whipped towards him. “You didn’t even want to watch the play.”

“That was before I took a seat and paid for it.” He grumbled before leaning back into his seat once more. He sat there, shoulders tense and arms crossed, glaring at the play in front of him. Bucky was taken a bit aback, but didn’t make a comment as he returned to viewing the play. The three of you were quiet for awhile until Pietro leaned into your side and looked at you through his peripheral. “Are you actually cold?” He murmured.

“Kinda.”

“Do you want my warmth?”

You debated the answer and then nodded; moving closer to him once his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You felt the heat from his arm instantly warm you up, thanks to his superhuman makeup. You couldn’t help snuggling further, seeking more while Pietro secured his hold on you with his other arm joining in.

“Do you want?” He whispered softly as he took out a pack of m&ms.

You shook your head yes and grabbed a few pieces. “When did you get these?” You whispered back.

“When the stall man wasn’t looking as we passed by.” He said in a pleased tone while he ate one.

“Pietro!” A swift, but light, smack was felt on his abdomen.

“What, like an m&m would ruin his business? And if it does, he’s bad at selling.”

“It’s not right to steal regardless.”

“What if I get your favorite snack next time?” A cheeky grin painted his face. You raised your brows and pursed your lips as they sorta extruded. “C’mon don’t give me that, drahý. How about snack and drink? I know you’d like that.” He smiled when he poked your side. You chuckled while squirming away and nudged his hand.

“Hey Pietro, mind keeping it down?” Bucky whispered, purposefully mimicking Pietro.

The smile instantly left his face once he replied bluntly. “I do.”

“Be nice.” You butted in.

“You heard them Bucky.” Pietro looked over at him, only to receive a snap on his wrist from his bracelet. “Miláček-” He pouted.

“I meant you.”

“I was! I was…neutral.”

“Sure you were.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure he was just being earnest.” Bucky smiled politely, though in Piet’s eyes it was a fake smile.

“I was.” He curtly responded before looking at the play once more and subtly nudging you closer to him. The two of them stayed quiet for the rest of the play, deciding not to fuss anymore as Wanda and Steve’s glares kept them in line. Before splitting ways however, you made sure to set up plans with Steve and Bucky to show you another spot in the city for another day.

“You couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” Wanda said as soon as you dropped Steve and Bucky off.

Pietro groaned. “He was the one talking during the play. How is it that I’m rude for telling him to fuck off, but him talking isn’t?”

“You do things like that all the time, and now you care when somebody else does it?!”

“I do care cause he can’t stop flirting when we’re supposed to be watching something!”

“You do that to others as well!”

“Well I was watching the show!”

“Oh really? Name three characters, quick!”

“Jdi do prdele!” Pietro spat out, followed by some more Sokovian words exchanged between the twins. You and Vision shared glances. You opted for bringing the windows down to let the wind muffle their arguing and in the meantime, Vision turned the radio up and switched through the stations until he found one he liked.

Vision inched closer to you from behind your seat to whisper, “you think we should get a different room for them tonight?”

“Definitely.”

“Maybe ice cream too. Might help them cool off. And I would also like to try it.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at that. “Oh yeah, I guess you’ve never tried it before right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Well we can head to an ice cream parlor after they’re calmer.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

After an hour of letting the two steam off in separate rooms, you and Vision eventually coax them into coming out for ice cream. The ice cream luckily ended up aiding in making them let loose once more. They even ended up both getting a scoop of strawberry and then a different flavor for their second scoop. You would think there would be a stark contrast between the way they added toppings to their ice creams, but they both went all out, which you couldn’t help but to find a bit funny.

“How do y’all like it?”

“Its delicious.” Pietro mumbled while stuffing his face.

Wanda agreed as she took another spoonful. “It’s sweet. I like that. Helps with this heat too.”

Pietro nodded along. “Sokovia never felt like hell.” He paused. “Well not when it came to high temperatures.”

“Y’all must be sweating your balls off then?”

They both shook their heads yes while they silently ate the rest of their dessert. The silence made you realize just how exhausted the heat had them as you watched the sweat beads drop from their foreheads.

“Do you feel the humid air?” You suddenly turned to Vision. You didn’t know much about him; being that he was born (at most) four weeks ago, and you only knew him for one week and some days.

“I can tell what the weather is but I don’t feel the pressures of it the way you may might. Except if it were extreme to the point of affecting my makeup.”

“Wow so you don’t even feel relieved from the ice cream?”

He chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Not really no, but it is interesting—texture wise.”

“You can’t taste it?!”

“I can’t taste any foods.”

“That does check out, but damn. I’m gonna have to ask Tony if he can like install a flavor palette for you or something.”

“I’m not sure it’s really necessary but I appreciate the thought.”

“You’ll be missing out on a whole world though! And it can help you with cooking.”

He gave you a quizzical look. “Cooking? But I don’t need to eat. In fact, it’s probably best I eat on occasion so I don’t ruin my mechanics.”

“True, but you can impress someone with your cooking skills.”

“Me being a robot wouldn’t make the cut?” His question ended up getting a snort out of you and the twins.

“Fair. It’s just another skill you can add to the list of things to impress someone with.”

“I’ll consider it.”

By the time you all finished, the sun was down and the crickets’ chirping followed you no matter which way you went. You were driving back to the motel with the windows down to combat the humidity. You had just stopped at a red light, humming along to a song playing on the radio when you were abruptly jolted as a result of a car crashing into you. Thankfully, Pietro was fast enough to ensure no one got injured. However, the thought was overshadowed by a shaking in the ground, and a thunderous noise that was soon followed by a bright flash. Each of you covered your eyes and then uncovered after awhile, wondering if you jumped timelines again. You looked around to see that it was still night, yet the car that crashed into you wasn’t there anymore. The radio sputtered, switching and glitching through stations until it steadied itself with the voice of a radio host coming through.

“And don’t forget to call in to enter our contest! One lucky caller could get a ticket to the Monterey Pop Festival this weekend. So make sure to mark your calendars for June 16th through the 18th cause ’67’s lineup will be a gas!”

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Following chapters:

Chapter 7

A/N: Praying y’all liked this chapter! Also just wanted to clarify that y’all jumped like 4 years further into the 60s, since you entered it in 1963☝️🤓 And I’m trying to have Pietro be more true to his character cause I’m pretty sure in the MCU he is supposed to be sorta short tempered. So please tell me if y’all think something he said wasn’t Pietro-esk. Though it is kinda hard to make it true to him cause he’s literally only in one movie😭 That being said, it’s also difficult with Vision cause I swear they have him say like 5 lines in the whole franchise🗿

On another note, I like to imagine that the twins go all out on their ice cream toppings because it momentarily makes up for a childhood they never fully got to have. Something about a strawberry scoop for both makes sense to me and idk why.

This is also how I imagine them to be while/after eating ice cream on that hot ass day.

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Chapter 5

Summary: After not finding the Avengers in the compound, you all head to a motel instead. You and Pietro find no luck in catching shut eye though, so you attempt to teach him to drive. The four of you then spend the next day searching for answers on your circumstances, causing you to bump into a familiar face and a friend to that familiar face, who happens to be very friendly.

Warnings: AU

Word Count: 1,809

Czech Translations:

Kapička- Droplet

Song Suggestions: She’s not there- The Zombies, Runner- Tennis, Before We Begin- Broadcast

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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“We have the car.” Pietro stated as if it was obvious.

“If I damage her, Tony is going to kill me.”

“Tony can’t get to you right now.”

“Ok, but when we do get back, he’ll kill me. And I doubt he’ll excuse the fact that we just wanted to have fun.”

“Thats easy. We lie.”

At this point, it was past 12 a.m. The four of you had gone to a motel after heading to the compound, only to find it had ceased to exist. You weren’t exactly sure what that meant for the four of you. Had the team yet to be born? Presumably if it was the 60s, it checks out. Unfortunate for the lot of you however, as it meant you couldn’t get aid from the very people who knew how to handle supernatural phenomenons. And despite booking a motel room with two beds, you and Pietro seemed to be on the same page; struggling to sleep due to the ceaseless questions racking your brains.

That is where you found yourselves in the parking lot of the motel, attempting to make the hours pass. Pietro had just suggested to take the car out for a spin, being that he never had the need to drive nor learned how to. And you two argued for some time about it, though ultimately, Pietro was able to get through to you. You figured it may be best to have someone else who knows how to drive besides you and maybe Vision? You weren’t quite sure if he did, however you assumed he could given the whole robot thing. Either way, that left you here, teaching him how to drive, as you gripped onto the door handle for dear life.

“Alright you got that part down, now put some pressure onto the gas pedal again.” He put more than you anticipated, causing your grip to tighten. “Less! Less.” He adjusted his foot to the gas pedal.

“I thought I was doing okay.”

“Thought, not was. We can’t go too fast yet until you’ve got the basics down.”

“This will take forever.”

“It’s supposed to take some time to learn. Plus, this was your idea.” He slowed the car to a stop before looking over at you.

“I thought it would be quick and we could speed down the streets. Do a donut or whatever you call it.” You reached over to put the car in parking.

“Well you thought wrong.” He let out a puff of air while bubbling his lips. He gazed around, taking in the closed vintage shops before his eyes landed on you once more. His eyes then traveled down to your wrist before lightly plucking at your bracelet, allowing the bracelet to snap back at your skin. “Agh!” He snickered at your reaction. “You’re so-”

“Lovable? Fast? Endearing?”

“Pesky.” You retorted as you reached over to snap his bracelet in return.

A faux frown made its way onto his face. “That hurt!”

You laughed a bit while speaking. “To be fair, you could’ve moved on time instead of letting me do that.” He couldn’t harbor the grin he was trying to keep hidden anymore.

“It wouldn’t be fair.”

“I don’t think you’re one for fairness, Maximoff.” Your lips mirrored his.

“Only if I’m given reason. And you’re one of them.”

“You stole my fries earlier.”

He nodded sheepishly. “I wasn’t committed to the fairness back then.”

“And you are now?” You giggled softly.

“With my whole heart, mind, body, and soul.” He muttered dramatically while taking ahold of your hand, placing your palm over his chest, where his heart lied. He let his thumb glide over the back of your hand while you felt the fast beat of his heart. Quite unnaturally fast actually. Though that must be a given, due to his abilities. Some supernatural heartbeats passed by as you struggled to come up with a response. “You’re awfully quiet, kapička.” A prideful smirk transpired onto his lips. “Am I making you nervous?” His tone carried the usual teasing tone, but you did hear some genuine curiosity and concern laced into it. And with the way his eyes studied yours, it gave you further reason to believe so.

“Course not.” You retracted your hand. “Just didn’t expect you to grab my hand like that.”

He chuckled at that. “Do you not like that?”

You took a pause before responding. “I don’t mind it.” You said quietly into the night air while avoiding his look. If you turned back around, you were sure you’d see his shit eating grin once more. Surprisingly though, you weren’t met with a teasing response, just a “hm.” You looked at the time plastered onto the car’s clock. “We should head back, it’s getting late.”

“Can I drive us back then?”

“Definitely not.”

You two sneaked back into the motel room, careful not to wake Wanda and Vision up. You lied beside Wanda, ready to fall asleep, but not before thinking about your hand on him and how it made your heart race. You push the feeling and memories away, knowing there wasn’t much to it and let your dreams take over.

Once morning came around, the four of you headed out for breakfast while discussing how to get answers on how you ended up there and hopefully find a way out. “We’re in the 60’s that much we know.” You stated while offering some of your food to Pietro. He happily plopped a few pieces into his mouth while nodding and munching along.

“But are we in our 60’s or an alternate timeline?” Vision added.

Wanda turned to him after a moment of thinking. “Is there not some way we can test to see if it is?”

He paused before nodding. “You could be onto something. We can look for known events to figure out whether or not the timelines match up.”

“That’s a really good idea actually. Should we head to a library? We can even get some newspapers?” You chimed in.

You each collected books and newspapers for Vision to read, being that he was a fast reader and knew if the information aligned with your universe’s history. Two hours had gone by and you were in the history section, searching for any other history book that might’ve been missed. You ran your finger along the spine of the books as you read the labels and suddenly fell forward upon feeling someone bump into you. The person thankfully was quick on their feet and had made sure you didn’t hit your head on the shelves or floor whilst they repositioned you upright.

“Please pardon-” was all the stranger got out before you realized that the voice belonged to Steve. He looked like he usually does, but with a 60’s pompadour haircut that didn’t draw too much attention. “I really didn’t mean to bump into you, I’m so sorry. My friend just shoved me carelessly without looking.” He continued, looking back to give his friend a stern look. Your eyes followed his, seeing his friend was a brunette with a ducktail hairstyle. He happened to be built like Steve but in a slightly shorter stature. “Otherwise, we would’ve made sure not to put you at risk. Are you alright? You didn’t hit your head did you?”

You blinked a couple of times before nodding and laughing a bit nervously. “No yeah, I’m fine, just a little shaken up. You just look so familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Your name starts with an S right?”

He smiled warmly as he shook his head. “Steve, yes.” He held his hand out for you to shake while speaking. “I’m not sure I remember your name, my apologies. Would you mind reminding me?”

You gave him your name and attempted to see if you could get more information out of him. “Yeah yeah, I’m not sure if I saw you around or maybe on something like a newspaper?” You tilted your head in an innocent manner.

It ended up working, given that he gave you a wide smile and raised his brows. “Oh that’s a possibility-” he started until his friend butted in with an arm slung around Steve’s shoulders.

“Though it’s likely you saw Steve on TV, that’s where most of the beauties recognize him from.” To which Steve smacked his friend’s torso with the back of his hand.

“Please don’t pay him any mind.”

“Or pay me all of it, hun.” His friend offered a toothy smile and extended his hand for you to shake. “The names James, but you can call me Bucky.”

You returned the smile with a friendly one of your own and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you Bucky. I imagine you make the headlines too?” You took a wild guess. You weren’t sure what was true and what wasn’t. Steve being alive right now, and not trapped in ice, confirmed you were in a different reality. Though he looks the same age as he did since the 40’s, meaning he must’ve taken the serum. And given how his friend is built, you assume he might’ve too.

“Not as much as Steve, but if you’re looking for me, I’m sure you’ll find me.” He winked. “Is that your guy?” He flicked his head to signal behind you. You turned to find Pietro walking up to you and stopping right beside you. You turned back around, a bit wide eyed while shaking your head and laughing bashfully.

“Oh no, no, he’s a friend of mine. Bucky, Steve, this is Pietro, Pietro this Bucky and Steve.” You introduced them to each other. Pietro greeted Steve first and then simply gave Bucky a thin lipped smile when he shook his hand. “I was wondering if you two can possibly show me and my friends around here? We’re new to the place, and I’m assuming you two are well acquainted with it. That is if it’s not too big of an ask and if you two aren’t busy, of course.”

Bucky was the first to reply, instantly at that. “It would be no issue at all, angel face.”

“Would you want to know about any places in particular? There’s a theater a few blocks down if you want to see a play.”

“You’re gonna bore them to death, Steve. If you want something more worth your buck, there’s a club not too far that I’m sure you and your friends will enjoy.”

“Both sound great! Let me just check in with my friends to see which they’ll prefer. Or if you want to come along as well and get the introductions over with, we can do that too.” You said sweetly, praying that they would agree to it.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A/N: Y’all please forgive me for not writing for like a month, school got in the way unfortunately 👎 Though I also think it’s getting tough for other fanfic writers cause I swear me and the other 6 fans Pietro has, haven’t been writing as much, or maybe that’s just me, but it just feels like there’s less fics of him than usual❓besides school though, I rewrote this chapter like three times, not sure where I wanted to go with it (that’s on me for deciding to make it an AU), but I think I figured it out now! And I’m glad I redid this more than once cause now I like how it turned out and I hope you guys do as well!

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff  x  Reader (GN) | SFW 

Chapter 4 

Summary: Sorta all over the place, but know these things are included: 

Bracelet making

Sparring with Pietro (and getting in trouble)

Shopping/Dining with him, Wanda, and Vision

Chaos caused at the diner the four of you are in before everything seemingly goes back to normal

Warnings: Swearing, AU, mentions of “girls' day” (Although the activity brought up in this chapter is what classifies it as such, not reader’s gender☝️)

Word Count: 3,123 (Peep that order) 

Czech Translations: 

Krásná- Beautiful 

Drahý- Dear 

Miláček- Sweetheart/Darling 

Song Suggestions: Sutphin Boulevard- Blood Orange, D>E>A>T>H>M>E>T>A>L- Panchiko, Message From Home- Broadcast 

Previous Chapters: 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 

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As promised, the next day you had made a bracelet for him while the two of you talked. Eventually Wanda and Vision joined in to see how you were doing. You were still adjusting to Vision, being that he was a sentient robot. Though you suppose you have been through weirder things such as the invasion in New York. You pushed the thought away when Wanda’s voice rang through the room.

“Is that a bracelet you’re making?” She asked as she drew closer and peered at your lap. You nodded and smiled as you carefully held it up in your hand, making sure the beads and charms didn’t fall from the untied string.

“Yeah, I’m making one for Pietro. I could make one for you and Vision too if you’d like?”

“Really? What did my brother do to get into your graces like this?” She joked while Pietro, who was behind her and sitting on a chair, rolled his eyes. “It is very cute though. I would like a red and black themed bracelet if you can.” She then turned to Vision for his response.

“Oh! I would like one too, if you don’t mind. I’m not quite sure what colors however…maybe yellow and silver?”

“Alright, red and black for Wanda, and yellow and silver for Vision it is then.” You said as you started to finish up Pietro’s bracelet. You tied it off and handed it to him.

“Y’know this was supposed to be between me and them. You’re interrupting our girls day.” He faked a pointed look towards his twin. Wanda gave him a confused look.

“A girls day?”

“Uh yeah.” He said as if it were obvious while trying to mimic an American accent, failing to do so and raising the container holding the beads and ball of string.

“Making bracelets doesn’t make this a girls day.”

“Well it is enough for me to consider it one.”

“If we go by that logic, then I suppose it would still be one if me and Wanda join.” Vision interjected.

“Plus I’d rather do something than nothing if I’m going to be here for a few more days, and I always appreciate the company.” You glanced up with a gentle smile.

You knew Wanda and Pietro weren’t actually arguing, yet you wanted to reassure her and Vision nonetheless. The two situated themselves into chairs and conversed about how things were going for them in the compound so far, with the occasional dispute between the twins.

The days carried on like this. You tried to keep busy, Pietro by your side either talking or joining you in whatever you were doing, and Wanda dropping by either on her own, or with Vision, or Clint. And on days when your teammates didn’t have missions or other work to do, they would come in to see how you were doing and catch up.

Now that you have finished your one week of bed rest, you were in the clear to fight once more, and can move freely with no pain. However, because you were out for two weeks and rested for one more, you wanted to see if your skills were intact. You and Pietro planned to train and spar together, considering he was new to the team and needed to train regardless. So by the time you stepped foot into the room, you weren’t surprised to see he was already there.

“Ready to lose krásná?” He wore a grin with his arms crossed. You shook your head with a light smile gracing your lips.

“You’re going to regret that Maximoff.” You teased him back as you set your duffel bag down.

“If it’s you, I don’t mind it.” His voice dipped into a quieter and slightly lower tone, taking a few closer steps towards you.

“Already trying to distract me? Scared?”

“Never. Is it working though?” He questioned with a tilt of his head.

“Mm let’s be real.”

“Well I still have the rest of the session for it to work.”

“And if it doesn’t?” You asked while getting into position. “Powers or no powers?”

“Have faith in me.” He teased. “Let’s go with no powers first and then next round with.” He soon backed up and got into a fighting stance as well. Even if his strength is above the average human’s strength, you fought various times without your power, enough to get an upper hand on him this round. The next round unfortunately wasn’t as simple. You obviously knew he was fast and that was an issue. You had to think quickly before one of you made a move. But he didn’t give you much time as he knocked you to the ground, ready to keep you pinned to it. Thankfully your instincts kicked in and you shot a jet stream of water out of your hands, not knowing from which direction he would be coming. It ended up working though, as you heard a groan from across the room and spotted Pietro up against the wall. You teleported towards him and pinned him down once more, but not too rough, being that he just hit a wall.

“That wasn’t too harsh was it?”

“Please, I am not weak, drahý.” He ran his hand down his face to clear off the water droplets.

“I just want to be sure.” You jokingly put your hands up in surrender before standing up and then holding your hands out for him. He used your hands to stand and shortly after, pulled you towards him and began to shake his head, causing the beads of water to splash onto your skin.

“Pietro!” You gasped and tried to pull away, yet he held you firmly, wrapping his arms around you, while laughing as some of the water seeped into your clothes. His embrace was soon met with an empty space in his hold and he realized too late that you had gotten out. He was left with no time to react once he felt a light gush of water on the lower end of his back that traveled up his spine, causing him to spaz slightly from the ticklish feeling. It was your turn to laugh at his reaction now. Your laughter unfortunately only lasted for a few seconds, cut off by the grunt that left your lips when you came in contact with the padded ground. Everything after that was a blur as you and him tussled all over the room, for who knows how long, until the two of you were interrupted by the sound of the training room doors opening, causing the two of you to look up. Tony and Steve took in the sight of the now drenched training room and the headlock you had Pietro in, while Pietro had ahold of your thigh, ready to tug at it. Tony swiftly took his phone out to take a picture of the scene, likely to be used for blackmail, and then stored his phone away once more.

“Right, well when you two are done canoodling, go ahead and clean this place up.” Tony mocked and carefully treaded through the room to turn the fans on; Steve in tow.

“How long have you two even been in here?” Steve questioned and looked around the room, in awe by how much water landed on practically every surface. You both looked at the clock above the doorframe, though it was Pietro who spoke.

“About 30 minutes.”

Pietro’s response was soon followed by a lecture from Steve, who would now supervise your trainings to prevent the room from getting ruined again. The two of you just listened, staying in the position you were found in while looking at Steve. With that, he and Tony left, deciding to train after the place was cleaned up; leaving you and Pietro alone again. Once the doors closed, you looked down at Pietro while he looked up at you before you two busted out laughing. You let go of him, as he did the same, and fell backwards onto the mat, holding your stomach with one hand. By the time your cackles subsided, you let out an exhale and looked around the room that you now had to clean. Pietro, who was between your legs, laying back onto you, followed your line of sight.

“This should take less than 30 seconds to clean up.” Pietro spoke up, seemingly like he knew what you were thinking. You gazed down at him and raised your brow, so that he could continue on. “Can you absorb water?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s easy then. I’ll carry you around and you can use your ability.”

“That’s a good idea actually.” You muttered and soon felt your feet lift off the ground. It didn’t take long for you to understand what was going on and put your powers into use. Luckily it took less than 10 seconds, and you even managed to dry off both you and Pietro. Unfortunately, going fast at what feels like the speed of light made it difficult to stand up right for a few seconds once Pietro put you down. He kept a hold on your waist with his arm to provide stability before you found it.

“We should team up more.”

“We just started training together.” You chuckled at his comment.

“We work well do we not?”

“We do, but we’ll have to train more to see what’s the best way to operate. Though I don’t think we’ll be able to go all out if Steve is going to play babysitter.”

“Damn Steve.”

“Since when do you say damn?” You giggled a bit.

“Since I heard Clint say it.” You guys continued to talk while making your way out of the training area. You weren’t paying much attention to where you were going, until you glanced at your surroundings and realized you were in the dormitory wing of the compound. That’s when it you hit you that you’ve never seen his room and he hasn’t seen yours. You wondered if he has even decorated his yet. It didn’t take long for your curiosity to be quelled. He opened his door to reveal a basic room that had all the furniture yours had when you first moved into your bedroom.

“Do you have any plans on what you’re going to do here?”

“You sound like Wanda.”

“Then I know I’m asking the right things.” He smirked at that and lightly shook his head.

“I don’t know what to put here yet.” He muttered while his eyes drifted around the room. “I can’t remember the last time I decorated a room of mine.” He muttered once more, but his voice was quieter, almost as if he was trying to recall. The distant look in his eyes told you your assumptions were right.

“If you want a piece of advice, start with what you like. What you’re interested in or if you see decorations you enjoy, go with that. And if you want your room to be color coordinated, think of the paint color you’d choose first. If you don’t care for that though, just shop around and get what catches your eyes.” He took in what you said before nodding, as if a choice was made.

“It’s a good a thing you are already in this room then.” The mischievous expression he usually carries made its way back onto his face. You blinked and you were suddenly sitting up-right on his bed, with your back against the pillows and bed frame, while he was laying down next to you with his arms behind his head.

“I shouldn’t have told you anything.”

“As if you don’t like to be in the same bed with me.” He shot you a wink, only to be met with a flick on the top of his head. “Ow!” He moved his head away to rub it, and jokingly pouted. “You are so mean.”

“You are so flirtatious.”

“You bring it out of me.” He shrugged.

“Everyone brings it out of you.”

“You bring it out of me mostest.” You chuckled at that.

“It would just be most.”

“You got what I meant either way.” He flicked your thigh in retaliation before smirking up at you, to which you couldn’t help but to laugh a bit at.

“I did. So, have you actually thought of anything you’d want here?”

“I think I’d want more clothes first and then get a shelf with DVDs, so I can watch the sitcoms I used to see with my parents. Maybe change the furniture in here too. And the paint color. It’s boring.” He huffed through his nose.

“That’s a good start yeah.” After awhile you spoke up again. “When you do go shopping for your room, can I tag along?”

“Of course. You were going with me regardless. After all, I need someone to show me around the city.” He smiled up at you, and you returned the act.

“In that case, should we invite Wanda and Vision too?” You figured it would be best, given that they still need to decorate their rooms as well, and could probably use a tour guide. He agreed to the idea, and you both went to a bunch of stores with the pair. After what felt like 20 different stores, you all, except for Vision, were hungry. You ended up finding a diner while heading in the direction of the compound and decided you may as well stop there. The four of you entered the quaint restaurant and sat in a booth. You sat beside Pietro who had his arms resting on the back of the seat. You guys stayed silent for some time as you ate, the tiredness leaving little energy to talk after all that browsing and walking. Though it didn’t last too long for the quiet to be disrupted due to you noticing your fries were leaving at a faster rate than what you were consuming. You put two and two together and randomly swatted at the air, just above your tray of fries to see if you were right. You heard Pietro suck through his teeth while holding his hand. “So you were stealing them!”

“You never said I couldn’t!”

“I never said you could! You could’ve just asked.”

“Its not as fun.” You narrowed your eyes at his response and teleported to sit beside Vision, preventing Pietro from further stealing. “Okay okay! I’m sorry, can I please get some of your fries.” You teleported back to him and nudged your tray towards him. His fast metabolism led to him eventually eating all of it, so you ended up ordering two more trays for both of you. “Thank you, miláček.” He murmured as he stuffed his face with his burger. You giggled a bit, not thinking he would be this starved. His stuffed face smiled back up at you.

“No problem Piet.”

“Be careful not to choke Pietro.” Wanda warned, gaining an eye roll from him. He swiftly swallowed his bite.

“I’m not a baby.”

“You act like it.” She retorted. You took the time to eat once again as they went back and forth. You zoned out for a bit, the day getting to you while the songs from the speakers played faintly in the background. Your eyes skimmed over the walls of the diner, taking in the portraits and signs. They soon landed on a calendar with those cute kitten themed ones, earning a faint smile from you. Your thoughts were shortly interrupted by the twins calling out your name. Your attention reverted back to them.

“Hmm?”

“If we have our own rooms, would it not-” Wanda started, but her words were disrupted by a bright blinding light outside. All of you turned your heads to the flash, standing up ready to fight or to help others flee. The decision was quickly made for the four of you as a loud booming sound shook up the restaurant, and the light beamed bright enough to cause you all to cover your eyes.

You don’t know when the flash disappeared, all you knew was that you were blocking your eyes with the back of your arm, and were trying to get rid of the blotchy spots in your vision. Once your vision did return back to normal, it seemed as if the restaurant did too. Each of you got up to check on the few workers in the joint and went to check if there was anything outside. It all seemed as it was before. It was still night, there weren’t any damages to the building, and no signs of danger outside. You headed back into the restaurant and took notice of the calendar. The calendar had changed. The day and month were all the same. Everything the same except for the year stated. 1963. That’s when a young waitress came up to your table with a relieved sigh.

“I thought you all were going to do a dine and run.” She laughed while holding a hand to her chest. Your eyes followed her hand and traveled to her name tag. She had the same name as your previous waitress, who seemed to be old enough to be a grandmother, and the woman in front of you was definitely not one. Your eyes then took in what should’ve been the most obvious of all. Her flipped bob, blue eyeshadow, black eyeliner, the prominent bottom lashes, and her diner fit that was…actually pretty much the same. The only new things included were red tights and heels. You each looked at each other with puzzled expressions, all coming to terms with the same conclusion. You turned back to the waitress and smiled.

“No of course not. Sorry we could’ve sworn we heard a disturbance by our car and wanted to be sure it wasn’t anything to worry about.” You said innocently and then reached into your wallet. “Actually while you’re here, is it alright if we pay the bill now?” She simply nodded and returned with the bill. You all paid and tipped before leaning closer to whisper amongst yourselves.

“What the hell happened?” Wanda asked in a disbelief.

“I’m not sure. I scanned the area and didn’t get any clues as to how we got here or where the commotion came from.” Vision whispered, and from what you could tell, was likely still trying to make sense of this. Which is what unsettled you the most. If Vision didn’t know, how on Earth could you guys get out of this.

“We should see if the others know anything of this.” Pietro suggested and you all went with that plan. You got back into the car, pushing the exhaustion aside to make way for your growing curiosity. You peered into the horizon as the car drove, fidgeting with your nails against the steering wheel. You simply hoped the others would have any possible ideas about where this could have even stemmed from.

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Following chapters:

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A/N: Not sure where I’m headed with this, just know I’m headed🥸 I think the whole 60s (I presume) thing with the fantastic four is causing me to want to have these four (having four be sent back in time wasn’t intentional, and I’m just now realizing the amount is the same.😔) go through the 60s too cause why not! I also know my memory won’t be accurate if I try to stick to the Avenger’s timeline. :/

I think I might want to do a Wandavision thing with the decades changing, but a slower progression and different plot and villain/s ofc. And because reader could be anybody, know that the decades won’t include racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, fatphobia (essentially all the -isms and -phobias) cause I’d rather y’all have a good time and not endure that😽

There will probably be some play of societal expectations however, depending on the decade, still unsure. Mainly thinking of dating culture. Also I hope the pacing for this is okay, and that y’all liked this chapter :D (I’m trying my hardest to refrain from romancing this.)

“What if I was a robot and I didn’t know it?” (Old)

   AU idea: (Android-Loki AU by myself, lol. Though I’m sure someone else must’ve thought of this, haha.)

   Possible trigger warnings?: Parental neglect? I mean, it’s Loki, he’s the poster child of parental abuse/neglect. Brief mention of a mortal kombat fatality-style death.

   Full idea below:

   We’ll call this Loki...Lodroid? Just for the sake of simplicity. (I might come up with a better name later.)

   In this timeline, Lodroid was made as a ‘companion’ and ‘protector’ of sorts for Thor, as he was an only child in this universe. Everyone but Thor and Lodroid knew about it, but Odin made it an unspoken law to never mention it to either of them.

   Lodroid was programmed with a ‘self-awareness protocol’ that basically forces him to avoid any thought or idea that he’s robotic. So, his mind forces him to avoid the thought subconsciously, which would be overridden by any physical proof that this is the case. (Thus why nobody is allowed to mention it.) Lodroid is also pre-programmed to see Thor as his brother and Frigga/Odin as his parents.

   ‘Magic’ infused within Lodroid’s body made him capable of magic on his own, as well as casting a disguise over his robotic body to make him seem organic. (Like how he was cast over to not look like a Jotun in the OG universe.) His robotics also made specifically to seem as ‘asgardian’ as possible. (Ie: He can eat and drink, which is turned into fuel to power him, he needs sleep, he feels pain, he feels emotion, etc.)

   For many years, he ‘grew up’ alongside his brother Thor, Odin, and Frigga. (Odin still neglected him, he was still ignored and basically bullied by the other Asgardians, etc. Frigga still was kind to him though, still seeing him as her son, even if he was artificial, as she knows that he still has emotions and thoughts.) 

   So, it basically remains pretty similar up until the events of ‘Thor’. When they end up in Jotunheim. Here, Lodroid’s arm is grabbed by the Jotun, but instead of turning blue, his skin starts to crumble like it does for everyone else. Lodroid panicked and in pain, lashes out. Remember when I said he was a ‘protector’ as well as companion? He was outfitted with weaponry, which only activated here, when both brothers were in critical danger. Lodroid’s palm fires a blast of highly concentrated energy, which basically fires right through the Jotun (Fatality, Loki wins)

   Of course, this wasn’t normal magic, Lodroid was well-aware of that as soon as he realized what happened. But if not his usual magic, what was it?

   Thor gets sent to earth, and Lodroid goes mad trying to figure out what it was. Then, it clicks. He finds the beam matched that of the destroyer's almost exactly. Lodroid figures out that there’s an enchantment cloaking him and while standing in front of a mirror, uses his own magic to override the illusion. Only to be met with a terrible sight.

   Lodroid is met with mechanics, metal, and two green, glowing camera shutter optical lenses. (I imagine it looks similar to a mixture of C-3PO and a terminator.) And now he can see it: ‘Self awareness protocols disengaged’... ‘System procedures visible’...  ‘Information overload in progress’... ‘Emotional levels reaching critical’...  ‘Systems crashing’...  ‘Oxygen levels compromised’... 

   This is the point he’s found by Odin, who finds him staring at his uncloaked appearance in the mirror. ‘Meltdown in progress’. However in this version of events, due to his not actually being organic, he’s disallowed the throne by default as he’s not recognized as Odin’s ‘real son’. (”Was I just some toy for Thor to play with until he grows bored of me?! What would you have done had you no use of me, would you have thrown me into a scrapyard?!”)

   Frigga tries to get him to calm down, oh how she tries. But Lodroid, unable to access the destroyer’s might, is basically forced to confront Thor on his own. Thor doesn’t recognize him at first, as he’s still uncloaked here, but Sif and the warriors definitely do. It’s a shock to the senses for Thor, who up until now was also in the dark about it. Sif and the others are convinced that Lodroid is irreversibly off the deep-end, Sif even mentioning in passing that she ‘saw this coming a long time ago.’ (Insert Darcy making a robocop or terminator joke, you choose, lol.)

   The fight is way more emotional than you might think it is at first. Lodroid and Thor basically ending in a tie as Thor basically tells Lodroid that regardless of what secrets may be hiding, that he’ll always be his brother. (He deserves a semi-happy conclusion to this, you can’t tell me otherwise.) Big difference in this timeline: Lodroid doesn’t go back to Asgard. He says he will once they try making the trip home (with some side eyes from Sif and the others.) but when they arrive in Asgard from the bifrost, he’s not there.

   Nope, Lodroid left sneakily. He’s off to try and figure out what to do next after this huge revelation/identity crisis. But that doesn’t mean he won’t end up appearing for ‘The Avengers’. Thor is kind of bummed out, because he can’t find his brother, but hey, at least he can visit his girlfriend here instead of just disappearing, eh?

   This post is getting long so I’ll leave this here for now. If people like it enough I might make a sequel for ‘The Avengers’.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

No thoughts, just marvel crossover AUs

   Okay, I cannot stop thinking about a ‘How to train your dragon’ AU for Marvel.    Would Thor have a Thunderdrum or would he have a Skrill?    Loki with a Changewing perhaps? (Or maybe throw a Nightfury at him for the ‘misunderstood’ points?)    Hela might have a Wooly howl to replace Fenrir? or maybe a red death for the boss battle points?    I’m also fixated on the idea that Tony has a Sword-Stealer. 

   That and a Pokemon AU:    My immediate thought for that being Loki having a Suicune, Thor having a Raikou, and Hela having an Entei. On top of that, they each also have a legendary bird? Loki has Articuno, Thor has Zapdos, and Hela has Moltres?

My thoughts on the 'Happy ending AU’

   As much as we all like to imagine a universe where Loki survives Thanos and joins the Avengers in some ‘good ending’ plot line... I genuinely don’t think he’d be an Avenger for very long, if at all.

   Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying he can’t ‘be a good guy’ or anything, but I can’t see him being an Avenger. Not only because of his bad rap with earth, not only because Thor is involved and their relationship is rocky at best, but because of the other characters.

   I have no problem believing that Bucky, Steve, Thor, Vision, and maybe Bruce (Seeing Ragnarok) would be willing to give him a chance. Strange and T’challa... maybe, if simply because they weren’t really involved with/aware of his ‘mishaps’ in New York. However, the others? ...I genuinely can’t see them being too welcoming to him. Especially Tony, Clint, Pietro, and Wanda. 

   The situation with New York I imagine would hit a little too close to home for Wanda and Pietro, so they’d at the very least be wary of him at first. Tony and Clint on the other hand, would be unabashedly cold to him. I can see Tony even borderline bullying him sometimes. (Using him as a punching bag because he was the root cause of his trauma from NY? Maybe not purposefully, but I can see him subconsciously targeting him for that reason.)

   Other characters like Sam, Peter P, and Scott would probably only have known him through the news and other things detailing the events of the disaster, so would most likely see him as a terrorist. I don’t think I need to explain why that would cause some issues.

   Because of this animosity, I don’t see Loki being able to be an Avenger. Not because they wouldn’t try, but because Loki just wouldn’t be able to stomach the treatment he’d be levied. 

   Honestly, he might be similar to Natasha in that regard. Wanting to ‘clear his ledger’ and believing that joining a group of ‘heroes’ would help him redeem himself. Only this time, instead of it being filled with hydra members, it’s filled with people who treat him just like everyone in Asgard did when he was growing up.

   A chance he’d be given, but some characters would give it reluctantly, and some would keep treating him like a criminal until he eventually just gave up and left. 

   Dunno, that’s just how I see it. Don’t let me ruin your fun though, a ‘happy ending’ is definitely deserved for all of these characters, so feel free to disregard this little angsty headcanon of mine, lol.

   Also, if you disagree and think I’m mis-characterizing someone or missing a piece of info, feel free to explain why. I like having discussions about stuff like this, haha. ^v^