Fade Masterlist

Fade Masterlist

Summary: 

Erin Schulz. Hydra's Pawn, their greatest fighter yet. One of the enhanced, her power unmatched even by the Maximoff twins. Daughter of Stark but that secret has been hidden from Erin. All of her life she has been told that she is unwanted and that Hydra is her only home. But soon, that lie will be revealed. What will happen when Ultron strikes? Can she find her place in the world? Will Erin choose to be a hero or a villian?

A Wattpad Original Story

Part 1: Age of Ultron

Prelude

Chapter 1: The Maximoffs

Chapter 2: The Attack

Chapter 3: A Disastrous Combination

Chapter 4: Captured

Chapter 5: Memory

Chapter 6: A Choice

Chapter 7: Is This What Safe Feels Like?

Chapter 8: A Realization

Chapter 9: The Fight

Chapter 10: The Vision 

Chapter 11: The End Of An Age

Chapter 12: Grief

Chapter 13: Time to Let Go

(Blurbs 1 - 2 - 3 - 4)

Part 2: Civil War

Prelude

Chapter 14: Wishing I Could Forget

Chapter 15: The Accords

Chapter 16: Too Much Loss For Today

Chapter 17: Finding an Old Friend

Chapter 18: A War Is Brewing

Chapter 19: A New Recruit

Chapter 20: Civil War Part I

Chapter 20: Civil War Part II

Chapter 21: Aftermath

Chapter 22: He’s Okay

Chapter 23: Visitation 

Chapter 24: One Last Time

Chapter 25: Starting to Find Peace

Chapter 26: We’ll Be There

Part 3: Civil War

Prelude

Chapter 27: A Celebration

Chapter 28: A Little Longer

Chapter 29: Is This My Life Now?

Chapter 30: Cover Blown

Chapter 31: A New Threat

Chapter 32: No Matter What

Chapter 33: Myself

Chapter 34: I Guess We’re a Team Now, Huh?

Chapter 35: Milestones

Part 4: Infinity War & Endgame

Prelude

Chapter 36: He’s Here

Chapter 37: An Untimely Reunion

Chapter 38: Time to Stand

Chapter 39: We Lost

Chapter 40: Glimpses

Chapter 41: The Revival

Chapter 42: One...Last...Chance

The End

I'm sorry for being so inactive. Christmas break will open up my schedule to write again. Also seeing Din's face literally killed me. Those brown eyes 🥺

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Hi, sorry to bother you but I don't know how this works, I've never been to a private tumblr before. I think I'm tagged in the obiwansdaughter story but I still can't read it? Like where and how do I find the first chapter? Or are there more than one story and I'm only tagged in one? Thanks!!

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Part 5 - Heavy Weighs the Helmet

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Summary: The fight with Din and Ashoka by your side is brewing. But secrets of your family’s past are brought to the surface, extracting the truth from a certain beskar clad partner of yours.

Warnings: Angst, angst, and more angst, feelings of abandonment, memories of abuse, Grogu being Grogu

A/N - THIS CHAPTER HAS THEMES AND DIRECT REFERENCES TO ABUSE! These moments will be in italics for those who are uncomfortable with the topic to skip. Viewer discretion is strongly advised. 

“A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming,” 

Ashoka nods and looks towards you, nothing but annoyance radiating off of you at his words. 

“Are you sure you two can work together?” she says. 

“I can fight. That’s what matters.” 

With a curt nod, the Jedi leads the way back to the village, Grogu in arms as they silently speak. You keep your distance from Mando, an unsettling silence building up between the two of you. The subtle ring of Beskar dances on the wind, filling up the tense space.

You volunteer to drop the kid off at the Razer Crest, locking it up with one of your spare staffs in hand. As you march through the dust storm, you see the white gleam of lightsabers swinging masterfully from the protective walls. Using the sharp end of the staff, you partially stab the wall and swing over, landing all of your weight on the top of your feet to silence any excess noise. 

A tight grip on your staff, you sneak through the alleyways to keep up the speedy Jedi. With each house you pass, you ensure that the people inside are safe as well as under lock and key. Keeping towards the darkness the roof holds, you watch Ashoka speak to the leader and her guard, tossing a Beskar plate at her feet. 

“The Mandalorian you sent to kill me, he failed.” she states. 

Silence fills the small town, only making your grip on your staff tighter with nerves. 

“Where is your master?” Ashoka asks. 

“Kill her,” the leader says.

Like rain, lasers fly through the air towards the Jedi. Using the length of your staff, you stab a few of the soldier robots through the head without being noticed. You closely watch as the cowardly leader hides behind another set of walls, not before saying:

“Execute them. Then move door to door.”

As she disappears into another building, you reveal yourself from your cloak of dark and quickly stab the nearest soldier through the head. Using their weight you clobber the next soldier with him still attached to the end of your spear. Spinning on your heels, you slice another head clean off it’s shoulders. 

A powerful blow is landed behind you, the clanking of metal meeting the ground being the last you hear before mechanical breathing kicks in. 

“How nice of you to show up,” you grumble. 

“Focus,”

One of the town residents clears his throat, making Mando quickly aim his gun at them. With a harsh sigh you push the tip down and nod towards the innocent, following his lead in freeing the prisoners who were suspended. 

“Get inside!” you yell as the last prisoner is freed. 

“Don’t come out for any reason!” Mando says behind you, just a shot comes for his neck. 

Quickly you shove him to the ground (which is not an easy task) and take the shot yourself, right where Ashoka had burned you merely hours ago. But before Mando had a chance to stand, you launch your spear at the soldier, the blade lodging in his head with a sound thunk. 

“Dank farrik! What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I didn’t want you to get shot...” you mumble. 

“I’m covered in armour, Mesh’la.” 

You send him a glare at the nickname, walking over to the body and yanking the spear out from the deceased’s chest. 

“You’re right...this time,” you smirk a bit. 

“I’m always right,” 

“We’ll see about that,”

You twirl the staff around, scanning the area for anymore incoming threats you knew were lurking in the same darkness you once did. Suddenly, a flash of dulled blue jumps onto the wall beside you. Ashoka nods towards the new threat, making you turn and stare down the intruder. Your eyes widen as his face appears through your memories...

His seedy grin stands out from above you, beside you, behind you. His handprints still clearly imprinted in the nerves that encircle your throat. The feeling of his rough hands...everywhere. 

“You’re not worth a damn thing you hear me? Nothing!” 

The pain from his words and from his movements erutps across your body as shivers run down your spine. Everything from his knife to his binds. How you survived the time he had rented you was still a mystery. How a man so evil had the advantage over you something you would never allow again. 

“So you threw in with the Jedi and the whore, huh?” he says. 

Mando’s fists clench at his sides, his shoulders bracing, lifting with ease towards the edges of his helmet. 

“How about I show you what a whore like me can do then?” you say, twirling your bloodied staff in hand as you take a few steps towards Mando. 

The song of Beskar against Lightsaber fills the dusty air as you stare one another down. Turning from you to Mando, the bodyguard asks: 

“Who do you think’s gonna win? Could be your side. Could be mine.”

With each word he takes a slow, cautious step. You go to follow but the squeezing of leather catches your ears first. Subtly looking towards Mando’s back, you see a fist, a sign to hold your ground. Looking back towards the bodyguard, you tighten your hold on your staff instead. 

“I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian. Or your bitch.” 

He continues to step closer, his words only fueling your need for revenge. For resolve.

“That’s far enough.” Mando says quickly, your tension easing a bit while his rises with the last words shared. 

One hand drops towards his blaster, the other free to speak to you in secret. You glare at the bodyguard, rocking subtly on your feet in preparation to jump. 

“You and I are a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for our cause. Willing to take the right payment for risking our lives,” a seedy smirk forms on the bodyguard’s face. 

“One more word about her and I’ll make sure no woman will ever see your face again,”

“It’s just innocent fun, Mandalorian. We both know how...expendable people like her are. Or have you grown attached?”

“I’m gonna throw my spear directly where the sun don’t shine here soon...” you mumble underneath your breath. 

“Don’t,” a short, quiet word. One even his helmet couldn’t pick up on. 

The sharp clang of Beskar hitting the ground is like a gong, signaling the end of the fight. Defeat fills the bodyguard’s ugly features. 

“Looks like you win,” he states, placing his gun on the ground. Your grip never loosens. 

Mando’s hand dances around his gun. Just at the right time, he pulls it out as the bodyguard does the same. His aim is at your head, but Din’s aim and pull of the trigger is faster, sending his body to the ground.

“I owe you,” you say.

“Don’t worry about it,”

Soon, the villagers come pouring out of their houses, nodding towards you both in thanks. However, one of their eyes goes wide from over your shoulder. Just as they alarm you to the threat, you pull your hidden gun out from your belt, turn and shoot down the last of the robot soldiers. Mando’s helmet just gazes at you, probably stunned. 

“Guess you owe me now,” you smirk. 

After you were able to escape the festivities of the town, you made your way back to the Razer Crest. Walking up the platform, you see Din holding Grogu close, a gentle thumb coaxing his tiny back. 

“It’s amazing how close we’ve gotten to a creature so mysterious,” you whisper softly as you walk closer, the tip of your finger gently rubbing against the little one’s cheek. 

Din’s helmet twists and the pang in your heart knows that it’s Ashoka, here to take him away. 

“You be good, got it kid?” Din whispers to the little one. 

“And you better not forget your Dad and I,” you whisper as well. 

Mando’s shoulders drop at the name, your hand moving from the Child’s face to his shoulder, giving him a comforting hand through the armour. 

“I can’t train him,” Ashoka suddenly says. 

Looking towards the Jedi in question, you wipe a stray tear away. A bag hangs close to her hips, her hands tucked in front of her.

“You are like a father and mother to him,” 

“But you promised to train him,” you quickly remind. “And we held up our end of the deal. As much as I hate to let him go, he needs you.” 

Ashoka walks closer to the two of you, gently grasping Grogu’s hand as she goes deep into thought. 

“There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tyhton, there you will find the ancient ruins of a temple deeply connected to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone there. There he can choose his path and call out to any other Jedi who will come searching for him. Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.”

Mando reluctantly accepts the alternative, nodding his head slowly.

“Thank you,” you say for him.

“May the Force be with you,” 

Din turns and walks onto the ship, hitting buttons on the way up to the cockpit. As you turn to follow him, a gentle hand grasps your bicep.

“I found these with your family name on them,” Ashoka says, taking the bag off of her. 

“Family name?” you shake your head. “No one knows of it but me. It died along with Mandalore.”

“Looters go there all the time in search for Beskar. It seems this armour was among the many things poached from their.”

Ashoka pulls out a piece of the armour, clicking a button to reveal the language lost to you, your family name written on the hologram in Mando’a. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

“Just as the spear belongs to your friend,” Ashoka puts away the piece and hands you the bag. “So does this armour belong to you.”

Gently grasping it, you nod softly, shock still evident as you shake a bit from the discovery. 

“Thank you, Ashoka.” 

“May the Force be with you too.” 

You slowly walk back up into the ship, opening the panel to close the hatch.

“And please, for Grogu’s safe, give the Mandalorian a chance. No one likes to see their parents at odds.” 

With a smirk and a nod, you hit the button and close the hatch. Quickly, you disappear into your quarters on the Crest, laying the bag gently onto your cot. Opening it up, you pull out some damaged armour, but nevertheless yours. The one you remember your mother wearing before passing away, orphaning you. 

You strip out of your many layers of jackets and scarves until you’re left in your tight undershirt and pants. As you slowly slip on each piece of armour, you remember your mother telling you about the Creed she took. One so much different to Din’s. 

Never did she take her helmet off in public, but when surrounded by close friends and family, they got to see the sunshine of a smile she carried on her face. The one you missed so dearly. As you slip the helmet on, the tech reboots, showing heat signatures and all the weapons that hadn’t been damaged. 

Slowly, you make your way up to the cockpit. After the last ladder rung, you gently tap Din’s shoulder. He turns in his seat, the Child excitedly giggling at the sight of you in your suit. 

“Woah...” you hear him whisper, the sound seeping out from underneath his helmet.

“Am I okay to wear this? I know I don’t follow your Cr-”

“You’re a Mandalorian, (Y/N). There’s no difference to me in my eyes.”

You take the helmet off, holding it on your hip by your side as you walk to your chair. As your butt hits the seat, you lay the helmet on the ship’s dashboard. 

“It suits you, Mesh’la,” Din says while turning back to the whizzing stars of hyperspace.

Instead of a glare, you smile. 

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