Let Me Paint Your Nails || Shuri X Reader

Let Me Paint Your Nails || Shuri x Reader

Summary: reader goes to the city of Wakanda with Shuri to make some technical shopping for their new project but it ends in a lazy day and some manicure ☺

Warnings: none

Words: 577

Author: General

A/N: this drabble was written for @bloggingfromherbed and her writing challenge. My prompt was: “Let me paint your nails.”

„Hey, look over there!” You screamed loudly, waving your hands as you did. “They finally opened brand new cosmetic shop!” You were more than excited as you looked at your best friend.

Shuri laughed shortly, she rolled her eyes as she shook her head. “Just leave it, Y/N, we didn’t come here to make a shopping, y’know?” She explained, spreading her arms widely. “We gotta buy some technical supplies to our new project, just a kindly reminder for ya.”

“Yea, yea, I know, but please! Can we get there for a second? I’ll only take a look. Have to check if they offer anything interesting!” You giggled as you opened a door and stepped inside the shop.

Shuri sighed loudly but she followed you inside. “Y/N, c’mon, we don’t have time for such silly actions!” She complained a bit, observing you.

However, you didn’t seem to listen to her words. You were lurking through all the shelves, taking any single bottle of nail polish to your hands and checking the colors. “I’ll take these five!” You claimed happily when you got to the cash desk. You paid and grabbed little bag with your shopping, looking briefly at Shuri. She only let out a loud sigh, placing hands on her hips. “Can we go now?” Shuri asked, you could easily say she was getting irritated.

When you both got back to the palace, you ran to your room, leaving Shuri at the lab. She tried to stop you but resigned seeing how happy you were at that time. She came back to her duties but she decided she’ll visit you later.

At the evening you heard knocking to your door. “Come in!” You said, raising your head to check who was about to enter your chamber.

It was no one else but Shuri herself. “Hi, can I come in?” She smiled at you, half-opening the door.

“Sure.” You gave a brief nod as you focused on the thing you were doing.

As she stepped in, Shuri noticed that you were painting your nails. You ran your tongue along your lips, held breath back as you slowly were doing the manicure.

Shuri laughed. “Need a hand?” Shuri offered as she took seat next to you at the table.

You hesitated but finally agreed on her idea.

“Let me paint your nails, they’ll be looking amazing, I guarantee.” Shuri informed you softly. “Maybe I don’t look like a master of beauty hacks but I know some things though.” She explained calmly as she ordered you to put your hand at the table. You did without protesting.

It took Shuri only ten minutes to end full manicure on your hands. “Here, ready.” Shuri said as she ended. “I hope you like the result.” She smiled brightly at you.

You looked at your hands. Indeed, your nails were looking spectacularly. “Yes! It’s amazing! Thank ya for help, I wouldn’t make them look that good without your help.” You admitted, hugging Shuri tightly. “And ya see? It was worth to buy few nail polishes. Paint your nails too and we can go at the party that T’Challa is throwing!” You suggested, wiggling your brew.

Shuri rolled her eyes. “I knew it was something deeper! Knew it! You wanna go there to meet that handsome warrior, don’t ya?” Shuri teased as she smirked at you.

“Maybe.” You whispered. “But it’s none of your business. Now, get ready and I go look for some dress!”

Call of repentance || Part III

Part I || Part II

SUMMARY: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita’s command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you’re about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders.

WARNINGS: strong language 

Words: 1090

Author: Rouge

Paul De Pleur was sitting comfortably in a decorated chair.

He was in the basement of his fortress, Varshakot.

Before him there were two soldiers.

"Boss, I'm sorry but they were well organized." With a trembling voice one of them explained. "We have lost some of our people, sir. Also some of the equipment."

Paul nodded in silence.

"Probably after the explosion the rebels from the area went to Banapur. It's probably why there were so many of them.." Added a second man lowering his head. "But I've also heard about some convoy with weapons."

Paul inhaled the smoke from a cigarette which he was smoking slowly.

"You want to tell me that you were beaten by a fucking handful of rebels?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir." Said one of the soldiers.

"Sir, I need to add that among the rebels were a young woman. She almost managed to take few our people down. Headhunter will deliver her to you soon."

"Young woman?" Paul snorted.

Both men nodded their heads in silence.

"Do you hear yourself, for fuck's sake! A fucking bitch dared to attack our high-ranking soldier and, the fuck, you could not effectively deal with her?!" De Pleur shouted in a loud voice.

Soldier looked at each other.

Paul raised his hand and waved casually.

There were two shots at the same time. The two soldiers, who just recounted past events, fell dead on the floor.

"Clean up this carcass." Paul barked loudly to one of his men.

He got up from his chair and went briskly toward the stairs leading to a higher floor of the building.

He walked quickly through the long corridors and three pairs of stairs to finally reach his office. Instinctively he stubbed out his cigarette in the gold ashtray.

"We will see, who the fuck you are.." He mumbled under his breath.

You slowly opened your eyes.

You were sitting on a chair in front of a large, wooden desk.

You didn't remember how did you get there.

The last thing in your mind was how you were pushed onto backseat of the Royal Army's jeep.

You wanted to get up but once you realized that your hands are tied behind the back of the chair, you stopped struggling to save the energy.

Suddenly, to the room entered one of the Royal Army soldiers and without a word he untied your hands.

Before you could get up, the man left the room closing the door behind.

"What the hell ..." You murmured in disbelief.

You looked briefly around the room.

It was a big office. On one wall there was a bookshelf. On the floor a red persian carpet was laying down. Opposite the door was a big, marble fireplace where the fire crackled.

You went to the big window and leaning above the windowsill, you looked through it.

You saw a large courtyard, and a bit further a huge, high wall and two guard towers in the corners of the square.

You immediately recognized the place.

"Varshakot..." You whispered.

"Yes, Varshakot." Confirmed the strong, masculine voice that reverberated behind your back.

You froze motionless, holding breath back. Before you turned around, you improved your shirt.

Then, slowly, you turned in the direction, from which you heard a man's voice.

Before you was standing Paul De Pleur Harmon.

You quickly scanned him with your eyes and you had to admit that he looked elegant.

He was wearing a simple, tailored, dark jeans with leather, black belt, matt black shirt with gold buttons recessed in the pants and the whole outfit was finished with black, leather shoes.

"De Pleur.." You whispered.

"Y\N. So YOU have attacked my commanding officer." Paul lifted the corners of his mouth in a haughty smile. "I could have guessed."

You slowly took a step toward him.

"I had no other choice." You pouted.

"Probably." Paul raised his eyebrows and walked over to you. "Listen, I have a proposition for you."

You looked him defiantly in the eye.

"What kind of proposition?"

"Join the Royal Army and Pagan." He said circling around you. "You will gain on this. You will be untouchable, rich, you will be one of the most important people in this country." He said articulating exactly his every word. "We do need people like you. Tenacious, courageous and ready to sacrifice."

You were silent for a moment.

"What if I will say no?" You asked looking straight ahead.

De Pleur, who was standing behind you, has leant toward you and whispered directly into your ear:

"Then I'll have to kill you, and it would be a huge loss. Such beautiful, young girl, who has a whole life ahead of herself." He continued gently brushing your hair away from your shoulder. "And even if I would decide to spare you, I certainly would kill Sabal. Trade tied." Paul brushed his lips against your neck.

You twitched.

"Stop it." You said firmly.

The man clucked.

"Tone, dear." Paul said putting his hands on your hips.

Within blink of an eye you turned to him, slapping his cheek strongly.

"Take these fucking hands away of me!" you growled.

De Pleur smirked and hit you with hand clenched in a fist, in result of which you fell on the floor.

You put hand to your jaw looking up at him in disbelief. You didn't know what were you expecting from this dude.

"You won't break me. No one will. Even if I'll die, there are others and they'll continue what I've started." You spitted a blood clot aside still with your eyes on him. "And one day your fucking Army will bow to us. To people of Kyrat!"

Paul De Pleur laughed shortly shaking his head.

"You still believe in this shit? You're pathetic. Khan!"

The door has been opened and tall man entered the room bowing head down to Paul.

"Take this piece of a shit out of my fortress. Transport her to the North, to mines. I'll let Yuma know about it."

Khan nodded smirking awfully.

"With a pleasure, De Pleur."

He made a huge step toward you and grabbed you by your elbow. He pulled you up, then dragged you out of the room.

It didn't help at all that you were struggling. The man was much stronger.

"It'll be a nice ride, slut." He smirked as he pushed you into an old jeep parked on the courtyard.

The last thing you saw before getting in was Paul De Pleur looking down at you through his window.

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Newcomer In The Tribe || M’Baku x Reader

Summary: You're new to Jabari Tribe. You slowly find yourself among warriors and you're happy that M'Baku gets his eye on you

Warnings: none! Just fluff

Words: 2052

Authors: Cass & Beast

Request by: @lattimelka Request: Reader x M'Baku (either fluff/horror/smut - depends on your will). But I generally want: M'Baku is into you since a longer time and when Thanos is about to come, man decides to show his feelings towards you.

You laughed loudly, playing in the snow with a group of kids. It was typical and silly snowball fight but it was something new for you.

You were part of Avengers. Well, now you were an ex-Avenger all because of fact that one day you had chosen Captain's team. At the beginning, you thought that it was the biggest mistake of your life. You had to work against the law and ended up in prison but everything turned out fine thanks to Cap.

When you heard that Steve was leaving you and Bucky in Wakanda, you weren't happy.

You didn't know how you will find yourself in such an exotic place like this, you were just a simple type of girl. You never traveled or left the city until you became an avenger.

Thanks to T'Challa you found your little place in mountains. It was cold and there was snow everywhere but you didn't mind. Winter was your favorite season.

You quickly found new friends at Jabari Tribe. Kids simply loved you because you knew how to fight but you also knew how to play. Older members also liked you, you never felt alone.

M'Baku was observing you since a while. You caught his eye with the second you joined his clan. At first he wasn't really up to the idea that outsider will be staying among his people for more than a week but he got used to your presence around.

Night was pretty cold when he was slowly walking through his village high in the mountains. It was when he spotted you with the corner of his eye.

"Y/N. It's late, isn't it?"

"Oh! M'baku, good evening." You said and bowed your head just a little bit. "Yes. It's getting late indeed, don't worry I am going back to my hut. Just kids wanted me to play with them a little bit more before bad time." You said pulling your fur cape tighter around yourself, it was getting really cold at nights. "Oh, I wanted to thank you for clothes. I am not really used to such a temperature but those furs help me a lot." You said and smiled at him.

"Y'all white people are not adapted to extreme conditions like coldness and isolation." He explained quickly not looking at you. "Y'all from big cities have forgotten how to be an ordinary human being, enjoying little things like a mellow light of sunset."

You let out a short nervous laugh and nodded. "Well... I need to agree. Civilization got us and it holds really strongly." You shrugged. "But there still are people that enjoy simple things. I am the kind of person that loves to just sit, read and watch the snow fall during the winter. I may not be used to the extremal cold but I am used to other situations."

"Like aliens dropping down from the sky in Big Apple?" He joked being proud of his comment and that he was updated with all the worldwide news by T'Challa. "You've been here for a while now. People tolerate you and so do I." He stopped next to you, his huge form towering over you.

You blinked surprised but nodded. "Yes! Exactly stuff like this because let's be honest, "aliens dropping down from the sky in Big Apple" aren't an everyday thing. You, Wakandan people, are not adapted to extreme conditions like this." You said trying to imitate M'baku's voice, then you giggled softly.

You looked up at him and nodded. "I know and I am really thankful that I could find my own little place among your people."

He poked your waist with his index finger. "Ya would be pretty surprised what I've seen here many times. Maybe we didn't have aliens here yet, and I put the emphasis on YET since I've heard Shuri saying we have like 99% chances to get involved into an intergalactic war but I've already seen a lot, little panther." He smiled at you from above. "I've seen how you train. You're good at fighting."

You let out a sad, heavy sigh. "Yes... I also heard about this intergalactic war. I still don't really believe it but we will see. To be honest I wish I could just stay here and be done with everything."

You laughed and tried to make a panther's sound. "Well, fighting is my thing. Without it, I would never be the Avenger and I need to train to stay in shape." You informed him proudly.

M'Baku took a step backwards and rubbed his sharp jawline. "Ya have nice shape. At least I say this basing on the outline of the shape of your body under these furs, which somehow add you extra 20 pounds and few centimeters in waist though." He giggled. "But still, ya look gorgeous, little panther." M'Baku came back to his previous position. He leant a bit toward you, close enough for his hot breathe to hit your cheek. "Tell me, Y/N, is it true that white girls are hot like a burning fire when they're freeing their desires? Because I can't imagine this." He smirked wiggling his brow. "Curious if ya are one of these."

Your face immediately become red as you heard all the comments and felt him so close to you.

"I... I... I am not... I am not really sure... I... I mean I never heard such a thing and I never tried it out... I mean I never checked it... I mean I have NO idea." You stammered and quickly put cape on your face, hiding your mouth, cheeks, and nose under thick fur. You looked away.

"Ya, girl, don't hesitate, you can be honest with M'Baku." He smiled as he wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders pulling you closer to his body.

He led you up in the mountains, to his 'castle’.

"Be my guest, Y/N." M'Baku said letting you into the throne room. "What's the reason T'Challa sent you here, Y/N?" Man asked sitting on the throne and slipping his fur off if his large shoulder and pointing at the stone chair for you.

"Thank you." You sat down and pulled fur tighter around yourself. "I don't know. I just told him that I don't feel well in a place that I currently was and..." You shrugged, "He sent me here. To be honest, that's all. This place looks really amazing." You added and looked around.

You felt a little bit uncomfortable. Normally M'baku didn't pay too much attention to you but today it was 100% more than usual.

He only nodded. "I see. T'Challa is like my brother. Not the one that I am in a good correlations with but still. He is more like a sulky man. But I love him either way." M'Baku's voice echoed from walls as he laughed deeply. "Nevermind. I talk too much but I do appreciate he sent you here and nowhere else."

His eyes have never left yours as he was speaking. He was observing you carefully.

You blinked and nodded slowly. "Uhm... I am happy too. I feel very well here but I think I should be going now. I mean, not to be rude but it's getting late. Beautiful girl needs her rest." You joked and smiled at him.

"It's rude to leave when someone has invited you in." M'Baku smiled softly. "I enjoy you accompany, so please, stay." He asked in a strong voice of his.

You giggled and shrugged. "And it's rude to hold girl past her bedtime." You joked and took off your fur cape only to put it on your laps.

M'Baku had his eye on you still grinning widely. "I like you, Y/N. You're nice woman to talk to. Interesting. Kind." He was complementing you. "And I am glad you're with Jabari. And not with Panthers."

You laughed. "Well, today you said that I am a little panther so.... Maybe I should just get up and go back to them." You teased him softy

He rolled eyes theatrically. "If ya will do this, you'll have the worst enemy in me." Corners of his lips raised in a smirk. "I guarantee you wanna me as friend, not a foe."

"Nah! I don't think I would. I mean, I am king's friend and like you said he is like a brother to you. So I don't think you would be not nice for me." You giggled.

He got up shaking his head in disbelief. "Yes. He is ALMOST like my brother. But it doesn't change fact I'd fight him either way." M'Baku crouched in front of you placing hands on his knees. "Especially when he would take MY GUEST away."

You smiled. "Oh... First you don't really pay attention to me and now, when I tease you about leaving, you have something against it..." You looked at him. "Are you getting jealous, M'baku?" You purred quietly.

He straightened his back and went to the window with beautiful view on the valley. "M'Baku never gets jealous." He explained shortly crossing arms bahind his back, his muscular arms tensed. "But I gotta admit I like your presence here."

You got up from your seat and walked to him. "Oh, really? And why is it? I am just a boring, young woman from city." You said and shrugged.

He turned head slightly to throw you a questioning glance. "Me nor anyone from my people said a thing like this, so don't put it into my mouth now, little panther." He fully turned toward you placing his large hands on your shoulders and squeezing then tightly.

You nodded. "Okay. Sorry. Didn't mean to do that, M'baku but you do realize I will have to leave sooner or later. When something will happen and Steve will come back, I will have to follow him." You said sadly.

"With us here, you're safe. I bet your Captain will understand and won't put you on any unnecessary risk."

"I know I am safe but that's not the case. I will follow Steve even if it means I will die. I want to fight. I want to save as many lives as I only can." You explained. "I joined Avengers to help people. Imagine what would happen to this world without us."

He nodded in thoughtfulness. He was silent for longer moment, then pulled you by shoulders and leant down to you, placing a warm kiss to your lips. "I'll not let you go. He will have to fight me to take you away. I won't let you die. M'Baku protects people he cares about."

You blinked and looked at him. "Who say I will? I am good at fighting." You smiled at him sweetly and took his hand with your small palm.

He shrugged. "Still. You won't fight. I say this and when M'Baku says a thing, it happens."

He wrapped arm around your shoulders pecking your nose with finger of other hand. "You're too sweet."

"Thank you. But I am not sweet. I am a little panther. Grr." You laughed and nuzzled to him. "Okay. I will think about this but I have one condition." You said looking at him.

"What condition?" He cocked brows, M'Baku was clearly interested at that moment.

You giggled and gently poked his nose with your little finger. "You will kiss me again and then I will think about staying here and not fighting."

You didn't have to repeat twice. He leant down pulling you as close as it was possible and he kissed your lips again, this time harder. He was eager for every single touch of your soft mouth on his.

You purred quietly and kiss him back, trying your best to wrap your tiny arms around him.

"Well, now I think I have no other choice then just to stay. Steve will kill me." You said and nuzzled to his shoulder.

He smiled from above and was about to kiss you once again when the door to the throne room were opened by two huge guards. "My master." One of them bowed head. "We've been attacked. Thanos has arrive."

M'Baku got a bit pale. His hand immediately searched for yours. "You stay here, Y/N. It's not your fight."

Then he looked at the guards.

"Gather all warriors. Wakanda needs Jabari."

Gif: X

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Allein, allein || Chapter I || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?

Chapter: 1 of ?

Warnings: none

Words: 1325

Author: Rouge

A/N: this very first chapter was written for @arawynn ‘s writing challenge. My prompt was “do you have permission to be here?”. 

Surrounded by four grey walls, there was nothing else to do but stare at them. To look at the paint that had started to chip off as time passed, or gouged by others - anything to pass time. He was slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall's blank stare. He wasn’t sure about anything. He didn’t know who he used to be. He couldn’t remember any certain moment from his past, just few random memories were always going through his mind, however he couldn’t place them in time. Were they real? Or was it just his imagination that was tricking him?

The darkness swirled around his curled form on his bed, tendrils of inkling bleak reminders of his solitude. The silence echoing in his ears was the constant white noise that never shut up. Her head swam in the fire burning inside, the only smoldering embers of a time where there had been other presences with him, around him, in him. But then, the void had been slowly filled with a cold, howling storm of fear that refused to ever let up. He was completely and utterly alone in his mind, body, soul, and most of all, entirely alone in the world.

The knock came quietly first and then there was silence. He frowned a bit, slowly raising his head and turning it to the door. “Who’s there?” He asked, his voice husky and unpleasant.

The knock was louder and faster this time, no one has responded at his previous question. Long-haired man got up and within three large steps he was next to the metal door. He opened them and frowned slightly.

In front of his door, in the dim light of fluorescents, you were standing, looking around.

He let his glance along your form, from the bottom to the top as he leaned his flesh forearm against doorframe. “Do you have permission to be here?” He asked simply, his cold gaze was still on her.

You nodded, you were visibly hesitating. “Yes…” Your voice was nothing more but a whisper. It didn’t, however, make him less unpleasant. He simply didn’t care about you, yet he was pretty curious about purpose of your visit in a dungeon.

“I’ve asked you a question. Who the hell are you?” He repeated, his voice was deeper this time.

“My name’s Y/N. I am your new handler.”

He blinked and it was when he noticed a large briefcase in your hands. It was definitely not what he was expecting this evening to bring.

“You’re wrong, Y/N. My handler’s doing pretty good. He’s upstairs, having a training with other agents.” Man replied with a light shrug. “I don’t need you. Go away.”

He turned around in an attempt of closing door but you stopped him, slipping your leather boot between doorframe.

“Here,” you opened the briefcase and pulled out some document, handling it to him, “read this if you don’t believe me.”

Man let out a loud, irritated sigh but he took the paper from you. His eyes were getting wider and wider while he was reading the contents of document. His handler has died in a car accident at morning. He had enough bad luck to get hit by an armored car while being with other Hydra’s agents in the small village nearby.

“Impossible.” He scoffed out. He looked at you, a wry grimace on his face.

“Well, I didn’t come here to have some gossips with you.” You said. “We have a mission tomorrow. We gotta get prepared. Let me in and stop wasting our time, okay?”

He cocked his brow but shifted away, letting you in to his chamber.

When you got in, he closed the door behind you and walked to his small bed to take a seat at the edge of an old mattress.

You put your briefcase on the tiny table next to small, barred window. You sat on its counter, crossing your legs nicely, looking straight at him.

“Do you know anything about your next mission, asset?” You asked him.

He nodded simply, shrugging. “Yea. Gotta kill the prime minister of Russia.”

You nodded. “Good. Remember that you…”

“… have to stay undetected, ma’am. I’m not an idiot. It’s not my first task.” His voice was cold like his glance that was still on you.

You remained silent for a while, then nodded. “Yes. Exactly this, asset. Get up and take off your shirt.”

He cocked his brows but obeyed your order. He slowly took off his grey shirt and tossed it onto bed. The view of his muscular chest and flesh arm made you speechless. “Do you need any configurations of your… metal arm?” You asked, swallowing hardly. You had to admit to yourself that this man was handsome and that your heart skipped a beat when you were observing him, staying there half-naked in front of you.

“No.” He said simply and took step towards you.

You held your breath when he stopped in front of you. He leaned down and stopped his handsome face barely few centimeters from yours.

“You’re scared. I see this. Why they assigned you to someone like me?” A gentle tilt of his head made you even weaker and you had to put all of your strengths into keeping a straight face.

“They found me the right person for this job.” You shrugged slightly, turning your head aside a bit to avoid his glance. “I was a handler before so I assure you that I…”

“I’ve never said you’re a wrong person, haven’t’ I?” He simply cupped your cheeks with his metal hand and forced you to look him in the eye. “If you were a handler, you shouldn’t be scared, yet you are. Why?”

His breath hit your cheek as he whispered into your ear. You swallowed hardly before you answered. “I’ve never worked with someone like you. You’re distinguished. You’ve never failed. And you’ve killed so many people… Wouldn’t it be stupid of me if I wouldn’t be scared, huh?” A little smirk appeared on your lips for a second or so, then it has vanished when you met his steel blue eyes.

“Good.” He let your cheeks and stretched his back. Man turned around and walked to his bed, slowly putting shirt on, his every muscle was so tensed.

You bit your lip, chewing it softly. The truth was that you were cooperating with American government and you were a spy. When you infiltrated Hydra’s household, you were on a straight way to get sergeant James Barnes and take him back home. You knew there was a long way in front of you to finish this case. And since he opened his door for you minutes before, you knew it won’t be easy to gain his trust. But there was no turning back. You had to do your best to keep things right.

He turned his face to you, his cold glance was on you again. “Better get some sleep. Tomorrow’s gonna be tough.” He said and pointed at door.

You gave a simple nod and took your briefcase with you.

When you opened door, you stopped for a second. “See you tomorrow… Sergeant Barnes…” You whispered and quickly left, closing door behind you.

He frowned and ran after you, opening door widely. “How did you call me, Y/N?!” He yelled but you didn’t stop until you turned into another corridor.

You put your back to the wall, breathing deeply, you struggled for every breath, trying to calm your heartbeat.

The asset was standing in his door, then he simply closed them. Many thoughts were running through his head at that moment. He laid down onto his bed, slipping hands beneath his head.

Barnes. Who was Barnes? He had a feeling he has heard this somewhere before but he couldn’t remember where.

He felt a blackness come over him. He finally closed his eyes as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

The Actress - Sebastian Stan x Reader || Prologue

SUMMARY: You're a young actress that recently has ended the studies. You have just received the leading role in an action movie. You didn't know, however, that Sebastian Stan himself will be partnering you on the set.

WARNINGS: none

Words: 547

Author: Rouge

"Y/N! Y/N!" Male voice called from the distance.

You were too focused on the script in your hand to hear your name.

"Y/N! There you are!" A tall man approached you and patted your arm.

It was when you raised your head, blinking few times.

"Yes?"

"They wait for you! It's your scene! Come on, get on the set." Man pointed a direction.

Your heart skipped a beat as you slowly got up pressing the pile of papers to your chest.

"Yes.. Yes, sure.."

You checked briefly if you have taken everything with you, then you went straight ahead the corridor.

The set was located in a huge hall. To get there, you have to walk for minute or two through the long corridors.

As you got on the place, first thing you spotted was a lot of people and tones of cables on the floor.

"Y/N!" You heard familiar voice, so you looked around trying to locate a source.

It was no one else but the director of the movie you were taking part in.

He waved at you smiling shortly.

You took a deep breath and walked to him.

"I am sorry for being late but.." You pointed on the script you still were holding in the hand. "I was working on my lines."

Man gave a nod and waved on another person.

"Good but we don't have much time today. You gotta be perfect."

"Of course, I know." You forced yourself to smile softly.

You were a young actress and it was your very first commission.

You were lucky enough to get a role in an action movie. And it wasn't a supporting role. You received the main one. And you were still unsure of who would be partnering you, with a male role.

You put your bag on the nearest chair and you wanted to get into the spotlight but you were stopped by a make-up artist. The woman quickly put some powder on your face and a bit of a bronzer on your cheekbones.

Woman smiled at you and gently pushed you further.

You thanked her and got onto your supposed place.

In the first moment you were overwhelmed. All these people, lights, cameras all around...

You closed eyes for a few seconds, you took few breaths and when you heard "ACTION!" screamed by the director, you opened them and were about to say your first quote. But then...

"Sorry! Sorry! Imma late!"

You could bet you knew this voice. Something strong yet very melodic.

And when the owner of that voice stepped into the spotlight, you felt like whole blood would have been running out of your body.

In front of you, in a black leather jacket and black fitted jeans, was standing no one else but Sebastian Stan himself.

In act of desperation you turned your head above your shoulder to see the director who was showing you his crossed fingers.

"Come on, dears! We have our deadlines!" Man yelled and within a second the silence fell on the set.

Trying hard to stop your legs from shaking, you looked at Sebastian, who winked at you.

He took step forward, stopping few centimeters from you but close enough for you to hear his words.

"Don't worry. We're gonna make it."

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The Soul World Paradox

Summary: Peter Parker wakes up in the new place to him. Quickly he finds out that he is trapped in the soul world among other heroes that were affected by snap of Thanos' fingers.

Warnings: none!

Words: 1767

Authors: Beast

Request by: @kastrup-sofie Request: I have a request Action takes place at Soul Stone. After IW all avengers and heroes who were wiped away from Earth, meet there and they accuse each other of things that happened. And, f.e. Quill screams at Strange, Spidey think Bucky is Jesus and he is Heaven, T'Challa cries after his sister and Okoye Something funny ^^

There was nothing but darkness all around him.

Second later, he heard some voices.

A sudden thought ran through his head; he knew some of the voices.

He slowly opened his eyes. At first, he blinked few times, giving his sense a time to get used to the lightness.

He saw a blurry figure that was leaning towards him.

"Are ya okay, kid?" asked a strong, deep voice.

He blinked again and slowly raised a hand to cover his eyes a bit.

Within seconds, his vision became less blurry and it got a proper acuity.

He blinked few more times and he cocked his brows before asking out loudly: "Jesus?"

Bearded face above him got brighter with a smile that appeared on other man's lips.

"Uhm. No. I'm not Jesus."

Peter shook his head and sat up slowly, being supported by a bionic arm.

"Oh! Mr. Barnes!" boy rubbed his eyes with thumbs, breathing deeply. "Mr. Barnes... What has just happened?"

Bucky, who was kneeling next to Peter, smiled sadly.

"I have no idea, kiddo. I think, however, that something pretty bad happened."

Peter nodded, confirming that he understood what Bucky has said a second before.

Young man looked around once again, when his eyes were fully adjusted to light.

He was sitting at the sandy ground, some flora were around them, mostly a dried bushes.

A bit ahead Peter noticed Black Panther. King was kneeling down on the ground, hiding his face in his palms while mumbling "SHURI... OKOYE..." on and on.

A bit on the right, there was Falcon with Wanda. Man was helping Scarlet Witch to get up on her feet again. She was trembling all over her body, Peter could easily noticed an anxiety in her eyes when she looked at him briefly.

On the left, Peter Quill was walking in the circle while Drax was trying his best to calm his mate down.

"Quill, stop it, for fuck's sake, I can't focus when you keep on walking like a weirdo," Drax sighed as he stretched his back.

Peter's eyes wandered to Bucky again.

"I think that the Wizard has spoiled something..." Boy mumbled quietly, trying to get up.

Bucky blinked but offered his metal arm to Peter. When boy was standing unhesitatingly on his feet again, Bucky rested hands on the hips.

"What? Wizard? Did you hit your head that badly?" he tilted head aside, blinking in disbelief. "What are you talking about, kid?"

Peter shrugged casually.

"Suddenly me and Mr. Stark were on the other planet, I suppose. And there was the Wizard and he was having that amazing cloak that was doing all the things Wizard has wanted. and then they appeared, I don't know any of them, I mean, I didn't know them back then," Parker pointed at Drax and Quill and Mantis, which just joined her friends. "They called themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy but God's my witness that I don't believe them, they simply were trying to stop that big, purple dude that was pretty angry and came out of nowhere. But they found out that he killed his daughter that was his girlfriend," Peter again pointed a finger towards Quill. "And he got offended and because of this we didn't manage to take that shining glove out of the purple dude's hand, Mr. Barnes," Peter took a deep breathe, he was trying to present everything as faithfully as it was possible.

Bucky's eyes were getting opened wider with every sentence said by Peter.

Finally, after few long moments of silence, inquired: "What the hell? What?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "Please, Mr. Barnes, don't make me say it all again, I'll get lost."

"Hey! Barnes! What the fuck have you messed up this time?!" Falcon yelled looking at Barnes, shaking a dust off of his back.

"Hey! Get off me, Wilson!" Bucky snarled loudly, he was clearly angry at the moment. "Maybe you've just blew a wrong piece of an energy field around Wakanda, huh!?"

T'Challa looked first at Sam, then at Bucky, he slowly approached Barnes.

"Easy, my brother," he said as he put his gloved palm with claws on Bucky's bionic arm. "We have to gather everyone and figure some plan out, White Wolf."

Bucky gave a slight nod. Peter opened his eyes wider.

"White Wolf? It sounds pretty cool, Mr. Barnes!"

When Bucky along with Sam managed to gather everyone at one point, T'Challa got on the large piece of stone that was laying between some bushes.

"I'm T'Challa, the son of King T'Chaka. I'm the king of Wakanda," he shortly introduced himself. "I have no clue what happened but I feel that Thanos somehow succeeded to snap his fingers like he said he will," Black Panther looked around carefully. "Last thing I remember was that I was trying to force my friend to run and then there's is a blank spot in my mind," he sighed deeply. "I don't know you, guys," T'Challa rubbed his claw agains his jawline as he looked at Guardians. "Who are you?"

Peter Quill was simply standing with arms crossed over his chest.

Mantis was one who spoke her mind aloud.

"We're Guardians of the Galaxy. I'm Mantis. This is Drax," she pointed at  muscular man. "That's Peter Quill and we have Groot over there," Mantis smiled a bit and waved to the tree-figure that was walking towards them.

"I AM GROOT!" Tree mumbled sadly and as he walked closer, he sat down on the ground shaking his head in thoughtfulness.

Suddenly, everyone heard a strange noise, something between a click and chuck.

A tall man dressed in a red cloak appeared among them out of nowhere.

"Mr. Wizard!" Peter clapped his hands. "I was scared we lost you once and for all!"

Before Bucky asked an obvious question, man raised his hand up, asking voiceless of silence.

"There was no other way," man sighed, taking his cloak off.

Material shivered softly and floated straight to Peter, placing itself on boy's arms and rubbing his back a bit.

"I'm Doctor Strange," black haired man spoke. "And I gave the Time Stone to Thanos."

There was a silence for a long moment.

T'Challa got off the stone and ran to man, punching his stomach with hand curled in a fist.

Within a second both men were laying down on the ground, struggling and grunting.

The cloak was trying to help its owner by hitting King of Wakanda time after time.

"STOP IT, FUCKERS!" Someone shouted out loudly, a strong and deep male voice nearby them.

Everyone raised their heads in that direction, T'Challa  Strange also stopped fighting.

In front of them all was standing a tall, well-built, black man. He was wearing a black, thick coat and an eye patch.

"Nick Fury..." Bucky whispered under his breath. "So this didn't happen only to us in Wakanda..."

"I don't know what the fuck did you do, guys, but I am fucking pissed off." Fury placed hands on his hips, his face was full of anger. "And you, man," he tilted head towards Strange. "Are you fucking kidding me? How could you just passed Time Stone to that fucking alien?!"

Strange pushed T'Challa off himself and slowly got up.

"There was no other way. I've traveled through many possible endings of all the situation we were having, and I swear, we managed to win with Thanos only by this one time when I gave him the Stone," Stephen explained carefully.

T'Challa snorted in disbelief, he knelt down on the sand.

"We have no idea what is going on with those who survived," he mumbled. "Shuri... Mother... Okoye... Nakia..." a single tear rolled down king's cheek. "I just wanna know if they are fine."

"If they did survive," Drax shrugged with consternation.

"Oh, c'mon!" Bucky shook his head with spite. "Stop saying this like they would be gone, okay?!"

Mantis came to Bucky and put her hand on his cheek.

"Easy now..." she whispered softly, smiling at him. "Let me help."

Within second, Bucky calmed down, his breath began to be more balanced.

"Vision..." Wanda was crying quietly, nuzzling to Sam. "So that was the reason he turned back time... He was having Time Stone..."

"So, you wanna say it's over now?" Peter blinked few times. "No, I don't agree, we gotta go back and help them! They need us! They need us, am I right, Mr. Barnes!?" he asked desperately, looking at Bucky.

Former Winter Soldier remained silent, he only lowered his head.

"Great," Fury rubbed his temples with gloved hands. "We are fucked."

"I AM GROOT!" Groot wailed sadly.

Fury looked at the tree and cocked his head aside.

"I saw aliens dropping down from the sky but it's my first time seeing a talking tree," he stated.

"We gotta figure some plan out," Peter nodded to himself. "We gotta go back. Mr. Stark will help us."

"Yea, especially Tony," Bucky snorted, chuckling darkly. "He is no one but a playboy that thinks he can do anything he want, kid. It's not a good example for someone like you."

Peter narrowed his brows.

"I beg your pardon, don't be such an..." boy hesitated. "An ASSHOLE!" he yelled and immediately covered his mouth. "I am sorry, I'm just being anxious now..."

Bucky rolled his eyes and turned with his back to Peter.

"Listen, guys," Wanda wiped her tears away. "I think we won't be able to come back to Earth until Thanos has Stones. Our last hope lies in those who stayed there," she came to T'Challa and patted his back slightly. "We can only wait, hoping they'll find a way to release us."

"I agree with her," Strange rubbed his beard. "I hope Tony understood what I was trying to tell him. Besides..." he turned to face Star Lord. "If you wouldn't hesitate then, we most likely would have won, Peter."

Quill only clenched his teeth, he turned around and slowly walked away, hiding his tears.

"I AM GROOT," Groot got up and staggered to his feet, swaying a little, he approached Star Lord, trying to hug him from behind.

But Peter refused, taking few more steps ahead.

"Leave him alone, pal," Drax miffed, looking at Groot.

"So... What's now?" Parker asked quietly.

Almost everyone remained silent but there was a dejected voice that said: "We will try to fight."

Everyone turned their head to see Star Lord who was looking up in the sky.

"We will fight when the time will come. I will fight Thanos alone if necessary. I will do whatever it will take. For Gamora."

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