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Rather than let his Super Soldier project die a funding-less death, General Ross decides to reach out to a weapons company that has a very personal history with Project Rebirth. If Tony Stark had been more involved in the nitty-gritty of his company, he'd have rejected the proposal out of father-related spite. I guess it's a good thing Obadiah Stane runs the show.

With the research now able to continue, there's certainly no reason for Dr. Bruce Banner to hastily (arrogantly) inject himself.

[Timeline note: Banner's Hulkification took place in 2005. Tony became Iron Man in 2010.]

I don't mind Bruce/Betty or Tony/whoever, but please allow those relationships be temporary and Bruce/Tony be end-game.

Turns out that Tony Stark is a big fan of anti-electron collision research because Dr. R. B. Banner just got recruited by Stark Industries.

[Timeline is any year pre-2005 (i.e. before Bruce joins Ross's Bio-Tech Force Enhancement Project).]

I don't mind Bruce/Betty or Tony/whoever, but please allow those relationships be temporary and Bruce/Tony be end-game.

There is a significant time skip between the end of the Ultron fight and the scene at the end of the movie with everyone at the compound in uniform.

It's generally assumed that Wanda went back with the Avengers right after the fight, but what if she hadn't?

I want to see a take on that where immediately following Vision's rescue of her, she runs away. (Fear of arrest, or of the Avengers getting revenge, or whatever.)

Clint of course, feeling guilty about Pietro, tries to go find the kid's sister, but she's long gone. So Clint takes it upon himself to track her down.

I want Steve to hear about Thanos heading for Earth (probably from Thor or Dr. Strange) and decide to stop him before he becomes a problem, because the UN isn't going to let anyone intervene until he's already here and killing people.

He collects the rest of the team from in hiding, gaining a few new additions as he does, such as Hope with her new Wasp suit, Dr. Strange and a handful of sorcerers from Kamar Taj, Fury and all the SHIELD agents he can dig out of the woodwork (including Coulson and Strike Team Delta), Vision (who has left the official Avengers and gone into hiding so he can be with Wanda), T'Challa and his army, Bucky and Natasha, and maybe even some ex-HYDRA agents or people like the Vulture who don't really have their hearts set on being evil.

With his new army, he teams up with Thor and his buddies the Guardians, and they lure Thanos to some deserted planet to take him on.

Thanos rather expects them to be a mild irritation at best.

He is in no way prepared for what awaits him.

Yes. Please.

Inspired by the above prompt.

Loki knows that time is running out till Thanos shows up, but when he shows up on earth to find himself in the middle of the fallout for Civil War, where the Avengers are all refusing to have anything to do with one another, he decides to intervene.

Most of them are willing to work together, but Tony is still angry and holding out, so Loki takes matters into his own hands and simply brainwashes the man.

When the Avengers next meet up, Tony is acting weird. In fact, he seems to have become the biggest Captain America fan ever.

Everyone is highly suspicious of this, but no one really has time to question it because they have a war to prepare for.

Bonus for Team Cap trying to keep Tony away from Steve because they think he's up to something.

Wanda loved the courtyard.

She looked around, taking a deep breath of the fresh air as Ross walked with her around the edge of the field, smelling fresh-cut grass and pine trees. The sun was warm on her face and hair, but Wanda didn’t mind, a little smile curling her lips as she paced out in front of Secretary Ross.

The man was following a few steps behind her, her leash hooked loosely over his wrist and watching her with a gentle smile. He had begun taking her out to the courtyard for short walks whenever she started getting antsy or nervous, just to let her calm down, and now seemed to be making a point of letting her spend time outside whenever he could. They’d been out three times today already, after a couple meetings that Ross had to attend, and he had suggested that they take another short break in the ten minutes or so before he had to head to the next meeting.

Wanda took a deep breath, letting it out as a contented sigh as she looked around.

“You like it out here, pet?” Ross asked, and Wanda nodded enthusiastically, the bell on her collar jingling as she glanced after a squirrel that was darting across the grass. Being allowed outside was lovely - it made being a prisoner bearable.

“I know they didn’t really let you out of your cell at the Raft. You must have missed getting fresh air,” he said, stepping up beside her with a quick glance at his watch to check the time. Wanda nodded again, following the man’s lead as he turned and began walking back toward the building.

“I’ve only got a few more things to take care of today, pet,” he reassured her. “We’re going to be taking a quick car trip to my office, then we’ll head back here.”

Wanda nodded again, taking a final deep breath of fresh air before she followed the man inside.

They crossed from one end of the building to the other in relative silence - Wanda getting a few smiles from a couple of the soldiers that they passed - and then out the front doors onto a paved lot.

There was a car waiting outside, a soldier standing at attention beside the driver’s side door, and Ross led Wanda over to the car with a nod of thanks to the young man.

“All right, pet, hop in. Seatbelt on.”

Wanda obediently climbed into the passenger side of the car and fastened her seatbelt, blinking up at Ross as he unclipped her leash before closing the door over.

The man circled the car, climbing into the driver’s’ side, and shot a final glance at her before starting the engine and pulling out of the little parking area. In a minute they were on the road, heading away from the base.

Wanda let her gaze drift out the window as the scenery began to roll by, jumping a little in surprise when the window edged down an inch.

“You can open the window if you would like,” Ross offered. “Controls are on the door. Radio and air conditioning are on the console. We’ve got a bit of a drive, so get comfortable.”

Wanda nodded, edging the window a few more inches open so the breeze could get in as she relaxed into the seat.

The ride was rather uneventful, the view mostly interspersed trees and buildings, and Wanda let her thoughts wander to her teammates as she watched it pass by.

She hadn’t heard from any of them for weeks, of course. Not since the airport battle where they’d all been captured, bound, and split up. There had been overheard conversation from the guards to let her know that they were all being held at the Raft, that Steve and Bucky had been captured and brought in as well, but no real information. She was fairly sure that they’d all been sold as pets like she had, but she had no idea who had purchased them.

It was a pretty sure bet that SHIELD would have tried to get Clint, and Hank Pym would have easily had enough money to purchase Scott, but the others were a worrying question mark.

Stark had more than enough money for a pet, and Wanda couldn’t help but worry that he would have tried to get Steve, just so he would have a helpless enemy to mistreat in revenge for whatever imagined slight the billionaire held against the kind Captain. Even worse was the thought that the King of Wakanda would try to purchase Bucky, and the poor, tortured man would end up dead over a crime that he was being framed for.

The thought made her sick to her stomach with worry, and Wanda hugged her arms around her middle to stem off her distress.

“You cold?” Ross asked her gently a moment later, a hand straying toward the AC dial, but Wanda shook her head before he could fiddle with it. “No? Just anxious, then?”

She nodded a bit, looking out the window once more, and heard the man let out a soft breath from beside her.

“The meeting shouldn’t be too long,” he promised. “It’s only going over a few requests and signing papers - just boring government matters. Nothing for you to worry yourself about. We’ll be heading back in a couple hours, max.”

Wanda nodded absently, fixing her gaze out the window once more and trying not to worry about the fates of her teammates. It wasn’t like she was in any position to help them, even if she had known where they had been taken, so there was no use in her worrying herself.

Ignorance was probably bliss in a case like this.

The rest of the drive was spent in relative silence, Wanda staring out the window at the landscape without really seeing any of it, her mind whirling back to her friends over and over.

It was awful to think that any of them could be alone somewhere, stuck with an abusive owner. After all, she’d gotten sent off with Ross. And as kind as the man was being to her right now, she had no guarantee of that continuing, or even having been anything other than a pretense from the start, to lull her into submission.

And unfortunately, if the previous night was any indication, it was working. She’d practically dozed off in his arms.

That thought was particularly horrifying, and Wanda shuddered a little, angry with herself for allowing her guard down. She’d been tired and stressed, but that was no excuse for allowing herself to be put in such a vulnerable position around a man who was probably still looking to dissect her.

The car slowing to a crawl and the click of a blinker drew her from her thoughts as Ross turned off the main road into a short, wooded driveway that led to a parking lot. The lot circled a rather impressive looking building that Wanda had to assume was government, huge columns decorating the front entrance and intricate stonework covering the weathered outside.

“Here we are,” Ross announced, pulling the car into a parking spot up front and killing the engine. “Just stick close to me, okay, pet?”

Wanda nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt as the man got out of the car and crossed to her door, the leash in hand.

She shied back a little in protest as he clipped it onto her collar, realizing that she was about to be paraded out in public like a dog once more, but the man paid her no mind, giving a little tug to the leash to get her moving.

Wanda obediently climbed out of the car and stood at his side as he closed the door and locked the vehicle. He turned to her next, giving her a once-over to make sure her uniform was properly tucked in and wrinkle-free, and then to her surprise he flipped up the collar of the jacket a little, arranging it to hide the shock collar around her neck.

She watched in curiosity as he unclipped the bell, tucking it into his pocket, and coiled the red material of the leash around his wrist, gathering it up, before placing his hand on her shoulder, hiding the fact that she was collared at all.

“Just to prevent any unnecessary attention,” he murmured when he noticed her questioning look. She dipped her head, letting the man steer her in the right direction as they made their way inside the rather formal, fancy-looking building.

The walk up to his office was uneventful – the halls were fairly deserted – but Wanda still let out a breath of relief as they entered the little work space and Ross closed the door behind her. She’d been able to feel the man’s slight tension where his hand was resting on her shoulder, and knowing that he was on edge had done nothing to settle her own nerves.

Wanda looked around as Ross flicked on the lights, taking in the tall book shelves, the row of filing cabinets, the enormous, glossy desk, and the few chairs that decorated the room. The desk was bare save for a little glass vase of clear marbles that had a tiny American flag sticking out of it, a framed picture that she couldn’t see from her angle, and a blocky phone receiver sitting on the front corner, three little buttons flashing along the bottom edge of the machine.

She followed Ross over to the desk as he moved to set his briefcase down and leaned to press a call button on the phone.

“All right, send the first one up.”

“Right away, Sir,” was the static reply a second later, and Ross sank into the desk chair with a sigh.

"Sit," he commanded her gently, waving a hand in her direction as he dug a pen out of the desk drawer, and Wanda obediently settled herself in the nearest chair.

A sharp tug at her leash, however, jerked her attention back to Ross before she could get comfortable.

"No," he scolded gently. "On the floor, at my side."

Without argument, Wanda slipped down to the floor, tucking her legs up underneath her as she struggled to keep an unhappy frown from her face.

The echo of her trainer’s reminder “no pets on the furniture” echoed through her mind as she settled herself.

Ross been lenient with her earlier...why the sudden strictness?

She didn't have long to dwell on it before her attention was drawn by the feel of his fingers threading down through her hair and drawing her head to lean against his thigh.

"Just stay there, and stay quiet," he murmured, his fingertips kneading little circles against her scalp that made her muscles want to go limp in content. "This should only take half an hour or so."

She hummed a little noise in acknowledgement, but to her surprise the man didn't stop his attentions, gently continuing to rub her head as he tried to coax her into relaxing.

With nothing better to do, Wanda gave in and leaned into to his touch.

“Good girl,” he murmured absently in response, his attention on a stack of papers.

There was a light knock on the door to the office a few minutes later, and Ross called “come in” as he pressed down on her shoulder in a silent command to stay where she was and keep her head low.

Wanda realized then that the people couldn’t see her from behind the desk.

So it was to keep her from being noticed, then. To keep her presence a secret.

Perhaps no one really knew who had been sold as pets to who - which did not bode well for her trying to locate the rest of her teammates, or for any of them finding and potentially rescuing her – and Ross apparently intended to keep it that way, at least where the general public was concerned.

The thought brought a little frown to her face, and Wanda let her gaze fall to the carpet as Ross greeted whoever had just entered the office.

The person was a man with some strong accent that she could not identify, asking about some immigration treaty, and Wanda quickly tuned out their conversation as it turned technical. The discussion lasted for about five minutes before Ross signed off on something and the man left, and then another person came in, this one with an equally strong but distinctly different accent. The pattern repeated for the following discussion, and Wanda closed her eyes, figuring that nothing of interest was going to be happening.

She had almost dozed off against Secretary Ross' side when the final visitor came into the room to speak with him, and the sheer force of the dishonesty charged in the air jerked her awake.

She blinked around in confusion as Ross shot her a glance, raising an eyebrow in warning for her to behave. Instinctively she shrank back against his side, staying still and quiet so she wouldn’t upset him as the other man started to speak. His voice had no accent that she could tell, but he sounded younger and a lot less formal than the other visitors as he began outlining a request for a meeting with the presidential cabinet in two week’s time.

Wanda was hidden behind the desk, so she couldn't see the man's face, only his black dress shoes - plain and shiny with little scuffs on the toes and a gold A on the buckle - just barely visible through the gap at the bottom of the desk.

Curse you for finding my kink.

The read her powers were getting off of him was making her uneasy, and she couldn’t help but fidget a little as the men talked. In response she felt Ross’ hand settle on her head, adding a little pressure to keep her still. Wanda ducked out of his hold, shying further under the desk as she felt a sharp pulse of anger – of resentment - coming from the man Ross was talking to, and cringed back when the General tried to grab for her. She wasn’t fast enough, however, and he managed to get a handful of her hair, using it to draw her firmly up against his knees and keep her pinned there.

She bit back a little whine of protest, remembering at the last second that she was supposed to be quiet, and settled for throwing up a firm mental barrier to keep the strange man’s emotions out of her head. With a frown, Wanda tried to get herself into a slightly more comfortable position, this action made infinitely harder by not being able to move her head or make a sound.

Thankfully the conversation didn’t last much longer, and she heard Ross agree to arrange a cabinet meeting before the other man thanked him rather tersely and stormed out of the room.

Wanda cringed as Ross wheeled his chair back a little to look down at her.

“Pet,” he scolded, releasing his hold on her.

Wanda ducked her head, shying back from him in a move that she hoped would translate as an apology as he stared down at her with a frown.

“What was that all about?” he asked, giving a gentle tug to a lock of her hair. Wanda shook her head, looking away, and the man gave her a long, hard stare before he turned his attention back to his documents with a sigh. “Just sit still for a little while longer. I’ll be done here soon.”

Wanda let out a little breath, allowing her head to hang.

It was never a good idea to anger or upset her owner – the trainers had drilled that into her hard. Fortunately, it looked like Ross would let her misbehaving slide this time.

She flinched instinctively when Ross again reached for her, but the man simply rested his hand on top of her head and began to absently stroke her hair.

With a sigh, Wanda settled herself back at his side, still feeling a creeping uneasiness from the last person Ross had spoken with. There was something wrong about that man, and Wanda couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that she needed to tell someone.

The only problem was that Ross was already irritated with her, and she was not supposed to speak without first being asked. She fidgeted a little, worry starting to coil in her belly.

If she spoke, and Ross was unhappy, she would likely be punished. However, if she didn’t say anything, and the man turned out to be up to something horrible, she would never be able to forgive herself.

With a sigh of resignation, Wanda shifted so that she could look up at General Ross. She’d just have to tell him, and face whatever consequences came with it.

She didn’t want the guilt of another disaster on her head.

Wanda gently pawed at his knee, shrinking back a little in apprehension as the man turned a cool glance on her.

"Yes?"

She swallowed hard, taking a little breath to steel her nerve before she dared speak up.

"That man...the one who was just here...he was not being honest with you," she said meekly, feeling heat creep up her neck as Ross set the paperwork down and turned his attention to her more fully.

"Is that so...?"

"He...felt like he was lying," she tried to explain. "When he came in. He felt like...like dishonesty. In his thoughts."

Wanda tried not to flinch away as Ross reached out, gently rubbing beneath her chin with a finger like one would with a cat.

"Is this part of your powers, I assume? Why you suddenly started making a fuss when he came in?"

She gave a hesitant little nod, wanting to shy away.

"Do you know what he's up to?"

"I don't know what he is lying to you about," she admitted, "but he is not telling the truth about something. And he is angry."

Ross considered her for a long few seconds, his finger holding her chin up so she couldn’t shy away or duck her head to hide from his gaze. After a moment he seemed to make a decision and released her, stroking a hand over her head.

"Well, I'll tell Secret Service to keep an eye on him. Thank you, pet."

Wanda let out a little breath in relief, letting her head hang. So he wasn’t mad.

The small respite allowed her to relax once again, and the man continued to stroke her hair, the gentle movements taking the edge off her nerves as she waited for him to finish whatever he was working on.

Wanda let her forehead rest against his knee with a sigh as she vaguely wondered if any of her teammates got petted by their masters as she did. She somehow doubted that most of them would allow it, conditioning or not.

Perhaps she was simply weak.

The uncomfortable turn her thoughts kept taking made an itching uneasiness prickle across her skin, and Wanda fidgeted a little as she tried to find something else to focus on besides the possibility that she was falling prey to her master’s mind games. She scooted away from the man and settled herself as best she could, shifting to lean most of her weight against the desk, before letting her eyes close with a little huff of breath.

She so badly wished that she knew where her teammates were…

Wanda let out another miserable little sigh, letting her head hang further.

“What’s wrong, Wanda?”

She glanced up in surprise, turning to Ross as he spoke. The man was looking down at her in mild pity, his expression radiating concern. “You’ve looked worried and sad all morning. What’s eating at you?”

She offered a little shrug in reply, looking away, but a gentle pull at her lead drew her attention back to the man.

“Come on, out with it.”

Wanda fidgeted uncertainly as Ross packed his things away into his briefcase, his gaze never leaving her.

She glanced away, feeling her face starting to heat up, but the man caught her chin and brought her gaze slowly back to him.

“I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong,” he told her gently.

She swallowed hard, gathering her nerve as the man watched her with a raised eyebrow. She likely wasn’t supposed to be asking this kind of thing, however her curiosity and worry were eating at her. She needed to know.

“The others,” she pleaded. “My teammates. I…I want to know where they are. Who took them.”

“Ah.”

His tone made the little coil of worry that writhed in her stomach cinch into a tight, burning ball, and she stared up at him pleadingly, hoping he wasn’t about to destroy what little hope she had.

“I don’t know where all of them went, pet,” he murmured after a moment, drawing her a little closer with the leash so he could stroke her head. “I can tell you that Stark took Rogers, and that most of them went to owners in the United States, but outside of that I’m afraid I don’t know. You were one of the first ones auctioned. I didn’t stick around to see the rest of the bidding.”

Wanda felt numb, like she was made of glass and had just been shattered.

Tony had taken Steve.

Wanda pressed herself against the desk just to feel something solid behind her back as she tried to process what she’d been told. After the Accords, after the fight, after everything, they’d let Tony purchase Steve to take home as a pet.

A pet who would be helpless and collared and conditioned to roll over and take whatever abuse he was given, just as she had been.

She startled a little when she felt Ross’ hand brush her cheek, and shied back with a soft whine.

“Pet, what’s the matter?” the man asked, trying to tip her chin up to face him once more.

“He’ll kill him…”

“What?” Ross asked, brows pinched in confusion as he tried to coax her out from beneath the desk so he could reach her more easily. Wanda just pressed herself back against the cool metal, trying to take deep, slow breaths as her panic began to bubble up. “What do you mean, pet?”

“They sent Steve with Tony…Stark will kill him…” she whispered, throat tight with anxiety.

“He will do no such thing,” Ross soothed her, but Wanda shook her head.

“You haven’t been inside his head,” she pleaded. “You don’t know what he’s like. He’s a mad man when he is angered-”

She quieted when Ross caught her face firmly in his hands.

“Hush, pet,” he murmured. “It’s all right. I assure you that Captain Rogers is not going to be harmed.”

She let out a little disbelieving whine, but the man just hushed her again.

“He will be fine, pet. I promise. Come now, no more fussing. We have to head back to base.”

Wanda allowed herself to be coaxed to her feet, and stood with a bowed head as the man clipped her leash back on and led her to the door.

She was on auto-pilot as they walked back to the car and climbed in, buckling her seatbelt when instructed to do so and turning to stare out the window. Ross lowered the glass a few inches for her as they began the drive back, but Wanda barely noticed, too wrapped up in the horrifying worry that her teammates had probably been purchased by enemies and were all likely being abused by their owners. In fact, she only truly realized that they’d moved locations when she felt the vehicle slowing into a turn. She blinked the world back into focus in time to find Ross pulling into a drive-through.

“See anything you would like, pet?” Ross asked, slowing the car to a crawl as they passed the menu.

Wanda glanced over the menu briefly before shaking her head and turning to look out the window once more. Worrying about Steve and the others had rather killed her appetite.

She startled a little when she felt something brush her forehead, glancing back to find Ross looking at her with a little frown as he reached to check if she was feverish.

“Are you not feeling well, pet?”

Wanda hesitated, but decided it was simply easier to agree, and dipped her head.

“How about just some fries and something to drink?”

Wanda gave a little shrug, worrying her bottom lip. The man stared at her for another long second before turning his eyes forward again with a sigh.

She didn’t protest when he handed her a little cardboard box with hot fries in it, and even went so far as to take one out and begin to nibble on the end of it to appease him, but as soon as they were back on the road again she let her gaze drift out the window, the fries forgotten in her lap.

Her friends were likely all in trouble, and she could do nothing to help them.

She felt sick.

This update makes me really want to know what happened to the rest of the team. I hope such scenes will be included, especially scenes of Tony with Steve and how Wanda reacts to that.
Great story.

Mwahahahaha, 'tis what I live for!

While hiding out in Wakanda, Steve becomes quite popular with the children there, who are all absolutely fascinated with how strange he looks and the fact that his hair is so very different.

They may have seen things like this on TV before, of course, but experiencing it firsthand is something else entirely.

Steve patiently allows the kids to climb all over him and play with his hair. GIVE ME FLUFF.

Apparently Nick Fury was originally supposed to be the one mentoring Spiderman, not Tony.

I want to see this version so badly you have no idea.

(Lots of cursing is a plus!)

The Guardians decide to have a bit of fun after capturing Nebula, and when the inevitable sex jokes start getting thrown around, she basically winds up telling them that none of them have enough balls to screw her.

Which, of course, is a challenge that very few of them can ignore.

Gamora basically throws her hands up like "you brought this upon yourself" and lets the boys at her.

Bonus points if Nebula is restrained in those ceiling-bracket cuffs so she's standing and a little bent over and prettymuch can't fight back outside of calling names and throwing insults. Which only gets her fucked harder.

So it took me a second watch through to realize that Mantis' comment of "You are afraid" to Gamora wasn't observation - it was an order. And that is actually a vaguely terrifying power.

I kinda want this explored a bit. Either gen or sexy is fine.

Groot gets a hold of some good old-fashioned tentacle hentai from some space thrift store or other, and decides that giving it a try sounds like a GREAT idea.

I just kind of want to see him getting to spend time with his wife and daughter before Thanos kills them.

The Guardians trying to be parents to Groot as he goes through those rebellious teen growth stages.

Bonus for leaf/vine shedding, finding sap crusted in the bottoms of people's socks, having awkward, uneven growth spurts, and the weirdest combination of teen antics and plant oddities that everyone has to cope with.

The five times they played a (rather unkind) trick on her, and the one time that she got them all back in a vaguely terrifying way.

“Wanda.”

She looked up as Ross entered the room, the man’s gaze darting between his wristwatch and his phone. He had already been by briefly at some ungodly hour that morning, to unlock the crate for her and leave some poptarts and juice, but she’d simply dozed off again when he hadn’t told her to get up. It had been a few hours since then, and she’d taken it upon herself to get showered and dressed for the day, suspecting that she might just be getting left in her room while he ran errands.

She’d nibbled at the food he’d brought, still not feeling overly hungry from the stress, but had left it mostly untouched. This fact was not lost on the man, who glanced over the plate with a little frown before typing something into his phone.

Wanda watched him pace around the room, occasionally glancing up to see where he was going before returning his gaze to his cell. He picked up her leash, and she obediently tilted her head so that he could clip it to her collar as he stepped closer, however Ross simply stuffed the lead into his pocket, ignoring her entirely.

As he moved away once more, Wanda narrowed her gaze after him, suspicious.

Something was up.

Ross seemed distracted, and she crawled a few paces closer as he looked around the room, searching for something. She hummed out a little noise in question as he turned his attention back to his phone, tilting her head in curiosity. The man spared a glance down at her, reaching to stroke her hair before focusing on his phone once more.

“You’re dressed…good. I have someone coming to look at you.”

Wanda recoiled a little at that, something between confusion and insult tugging her lips into a frown.

To…look at her? Like she was some kind of zoo display? Or did he mean to tell her that someone was interested in purchasing her from him?

The second thought sent an unpleasant chill of worry through her, and Wanda watched Ross warily as he paced around the room for a moment longer before sinking down on the mattress of the bed.

"Come here, pet," he called softly, patting his thigh. "Hop up and lie down."

Wanda huffed out a little noise in complaint, making no move to get up. She wanted some answers first.

Ross, however, wasn’t in a mood to humor her.

“Pet. Come here,” he scolded. Wanda hesitated for another long second, testing her luck, before relenting and moving to crawl up onto the bed. The man watched as she settled herself at his side, her legs tucked neatly up underneath her as she gave him a questioning look.

“Lie down,” he instructed again, patting his knee, and Wanda glanced down at his hand before darting a look back up at him in wary confusion. The man paid her no mind, however, cupping a hand around the back of her neck as he tried to draw her over. Wanda recoiled out of his grip, letting out a whine of complaint, and sat at the edge of the bed, giving him a pout.

No, she did not want to lie down.

"It's okay," he coaxed, patting his thighs again. "I'm just here to help hold you still. Come on, lie down."

Wanda drew back a little more at that, sending him a horrified glance.

Hold her still...? For what?

"Pet," he scolded, reaching for her collar when she didn't come, and Wanda didn't have time to react before he'd grabbed it and hauled her down across his lap.

"There, good girl. Just hold still, now."

Wanda whined out a little complaint, squirming in his grip, but the man paid her fussing no mind, turning to call over his shoulder.

"All right, I've got her. You can come in."

Wanda whipped her head around to look at the door as she heard it open, and a sharp squeak caught in her throat when she saw a man in a long white coat standing in the doorway with a black surgical bag.

Ross had brought researchers.

Panic hit her hard, like ice spearing through her veins, and Wanda immediately tried to thrash her way free of his grip. He tightened his hold on her before she could escape him, however, and on instinct she summoned her powers to her hands.

Instantly, the collar went off, and Wanda cried out in pain as she was brutally shocked.

She vaguely heard Ross mutter a curse, his hands shifting to pin her more firmly against the bed as her body convulsed, but then everything vanished into white hot agony.

The torture seemed to last forever, sending spasms through her muscles mercilessly and searing through her nerves. She was vaguely aware of Ross saying something to her, of his hands moving along her spine, pinning her down so she wouldn't hurt herself as her body seized, but it was a long moment before her senses could actually register anything besides the pain.

When the collar finally clicked off again her body fell limp over Ross' knees, and she was left gasping desperately for breath as tears streamed down her cheeks from her watering eyes.

It hurt. God, it hurt.

"Ssh...it's okay...it's all right," Ross murmured, one hand curled around the back of her head to keep her still as the electricity finally released its hold on her. "Calm down. Don't fight, pet, you'll just get hurt. It's okay, I promise."

She shook her head as much as she could, but the man simply hushed her again.

His hand closed around the back of her neck, pinning her firmly to the bed, his light scold of "easy now" feeling like a death sentence.

Wanda let out a frightened little whimper, but was too weak from the shock to fight back.

Miserable and helpless, Wanda sank her teeth firmly into her bottom lip when she felt it start to tremble with the threat of tears.

She had been a fool to think that she was going to be okay here.

Everything up until now was a front - all there to trick her and keep her cooperating as they got set up. Now, it was truly beginning. She was going to be endlessly experimented on: poked and prodded and siphoned for blood and forced to give tissue samples and sit through scans and be treated like a glorified lab rat...

She should have known that Ross' apparent kindness was a ploy.

Wanda buried her face in the pillow with a little sob, and a moment later she felt his hand start to rub up and down her back soothingly.

"It's okay, pet," he murmured. "It will only hurt for a second. We just need a little blood sample, that's all. You'll be okay."

Wanda just shook her head as another jarring sob burned her throat.

That was how it always started. Just a little blood, to see what was wrong with her. What gave her the powers. Then, when that didn't turn up anything, it was on to the scans, which would all read for weird activity up in her brain, and then she'd be getting strapped down and forcibly anesthetized so they could cut out little samples from her head or stick wires into her skull and hook her up to a machine to see if they could get readings when they exposed her to pain, to heat, to cold, to lack of oxygen, to electricity-

She could feel herself shaking as the strange man settled himself at the bedside, drawing tools from his bag and pulling on a pair of gloves before reaching for her wrist.

Wanda stayed still as the man drew her arm out to the side, trying to even out her breathing so she would not hyperventilate as Secretary Ross continued to rub her back and murmur to her quietly.

She was already feeling lightheaded.

Wanda resisted as the man pinned her arm down, but was helpless to stop him as he prodded for a vein, tied on the tourniquet, wiped the site clean, and pushed in. Her blood began to fill a little tube attached to the needle, and she swallowed hard as she watched the man in the lab coat prepare a second tube.

"Good girl," Ross reassured her as she started to fidget with a little whine. "This won't take very long, I promise."

She felt his hand shift up, his fingers weaving through her hair to gently rub at her scalp the way he knew she liked, and another sob jarred through her body as her stomach clenched sickeningly.

Traitor. Liar.

She didn't want him stroking her, comforting her, telling her that everything was going to be okay as he plotted her torture or death. His touch was making her skin crawl. She'd been a fool to trust him.

There was a little click as the man in the white coat removed the tube of her blood from the needle and inserted the second, and Ross gently rubbed his fingertips over the crown of her head, playing through her hair as he tried to keep her calm.

"Almost done," he murmured. "Just a few more seconds, and it will be over."

Wanda's breath caught in another little sob, and she buried her face back in the pillow as Ross tried to hush her. After another moment, she heard the second tube unclick from the needle.

"There," the man in the white lab coat murmured softly, and Wanda felt him press a bit of cotton to her arm as he drew the needle out. "All done."

She waited until he had finished smoothing tape over the little bit of gauze before drawing her arm back, tucking it up beneath herself to protect it from further torment.

There was a rustle of movement as the strange man stood and gathered his things.

"I'll run these through the lab, see what we can find. Should be about sixteen hours, if we rush it."

"Thank you, I'll be in touch," Ross replied, one hand absently stroking over her head.

Wanda listened as the other man left the room, forcing her sobbing breath back under control. As soon as the door clicked shut, Ross turned his attention back to her.

"Okay, pet. That's all, you're done," he murmured, and Wanda felt the pressure of him pinning her down finally release. Immediately, she tried to get her trembling arms beneath her so she could push herself upright. "There's my good girl," Ross praised, helping her to sit up. "It's okay, it's all over."

She twisted free of his hold the second she could, winding up sprawled on the floor with her limbs shaking too badly for her to use. She managed to scramble back as he reached for her, narrowly missing his grab as he tried to catch her collar, but she could not retreat far enough to avoid him a second time.

"Okay, easy now," he said, clipping on her leash. "Calm down, pet. You're okay."

Wanda let out a long whine, the end of it catching in a sob of breath, and tried to pull away from him, her pulse hammering deafeningly in her ears.

"Wanda, it's all right...don't you want to go outside for a bit? I'll take you to the courtyard," he coaxed, but Wanda pulled back, shaking her head as she felt her bottom lip trembling.

"No...?" Ross asked, a hint of what sounded like a scolding in his tone, and Wanda couldn't quite choke back her sob as she turned her head away, curling into herself. She shook her head again when she felt him give a light tug to the leash. "Wanda..."

She shook her head a third time, hugging her knees tighter as she scrunched her eyes shut, sending hot tears streaking down over her cheeks to soak into her pants.

She went tense as she heard Ross shift, but the man only sighed, and the tension on the lead went slack as he stepped closer.

"All right, pet, you can stay in your room," he murmured, reaching to unclip the lead. "You've been traumatized enough for one day."

Wanda shied away from his touch as he tried to stroke a hand over her head, not looking up to see his reaction as she crawled away from him on trembling limbs. She felt sick and scared and weak, her head pounding in the wake of the electric shock and the adrenaline crash, and right now she didn't really care if she wasn't being a good pet.

She had things far worse than a reprimand in store for her, regardless of her behavior, and all she was worried about right now was trying not to drown in the cold, crushing despair that was slowly suffocating her.

For the first time since Ross had settled her in at the base, Wanda went and hid in her crate to cry.

...whaaaaat? MIND BLOWN

Wow i wish I could watch that scene again rn.

I just want to see something involving younger Peter Quill and Yondu attempting to dad, failing in some ways and succeeding in another.

+1 for cuteness

(Ignore the fact that I'm half a month late...writer's block SUCKS.)

"Hush, he's going to hear you!" Wanda hissed, waving her hand at Sam to be quiet as she glanced over her shoulder at the door.

"Scott is supposed to be keeping Steve way out of hearing range. Besides, this isn't exactly something I can turn the volume down on," Sam muttered, tapping the hammer a little bit more lightly as he helped tack streamers into place. "I still think we should have used tape."

"The humidity in the air will not let it stick for long, especially if you are going to have the balcony doors open," T'Challa replied, glancing up from where he was directing palace staff to arrange serving dishes around a banquet table. "Even more so with the weight of the cloth. It will stay much better if you nail it in place."

"You're almost done, just hurry," Wanda scolded, using her powers to lift the next bit of streamer into place and hold it for him.

"Whatever you say, kid," Sam sighed, fishing another little nail from his pocket. "Are Clint and Bucky almost done outside?"

"I'll check."

Sam reached to grab the cloth as Wanda's eyes went red and her hold on it faltered, her concentration switching to reaching out for Clint with her mind.

"Almost," she replied a moment later, her tone distracted. "He said they have one more box and they'll be good. And something about killing a thieving monkey."

T'Challa snorted out a laugh from behind him, and Sam bit back a smile of his own.

"Tell him to quit arming them or we'll be re-living Planet of the Apes before Independence Day."

Wanda's nose wrinkled a little in concentration as she forwarded the message, and she blinked up at Sam a moment later.

"He's laughing."

"You aren't?" Sam grinned down at her.

"I don't get it."

"Gonna have to add those to your watch list," he muttered, gathering up another bundle of streamers to pin in place. "You and Steve both, cause I don't think he's seen those ones either."

"Tonight would be appropriate for a viewing of Independence Day, I believe," T'Challa said, crossing to stand at the bottom of Sam's ladder. "This is your country's Independence Day, is it not?"

"Sure is. Would figure that Captain America would be born on the Fourth of July," Sam smirked.

Before T'Challa could reply, one of his bodyguards entered the room.

"Your Majesty, the jet with your guests has entered our airspace. They are estimated twenty minutes out."

"Excellent. Mister Wilson, Miss Maximoff, I trust you have things handled here?"

"Sure thing, Your Highness," Sam said around the little nail held between his teeth, dragging the next bit of streamer into place. "We got this... Wanda? A little help?"

"Sorry," she said quickly, and Sam let out a breath as her powers took over holding the cloth in place. "How much more do we have to do?"

"Well, this is the last of the decorations, and the food's all about ready to go, so if Clint and Bucky are done arming the wildlife with Roman Candles, then we just have to track down Scott and convince him to return Steve."

"If you think that you can finish up here, I can round them all up," Wanda shrugged, crossing to sit on the bottom rung of his ladder. "How many more streamers do we have to hang?"

"Just another loop or two of this one, and then it's just releasing the balloons into the room. I think I've got this covered, if you want to go find everyone."

The girl debated for half a second before scampering to her feet.

"Right! I'll be back soon, make sure you're ready," Wanda grinned up at him before running off to find the others.

Sam turned his attention back to his task with a chuckle.

None of them had realized that Steve's birthday had been creeping up until Clint had mentioned a former Captain-America-Fan colleague of his that had always brought a birthday cake to Fourth of July celebrations in honor of his favorite superhero. It had taken Sam barely a minute to put the pieces together and realize in mild horror that they only had a few days to prepare, but with the rest of the team's help he'd managed to get the common area of their Wakandan hideout all decked out for a party. T'Challa had been more than happy to help, taking great amusement in the elaborate schemes that the others had used to keep Steve away, and providing use of the palace kitchens for the food.

The party was a rather small thing - just the team, King T'Challa, and a few special guests that were scheduled to meet up with them soon - but that didn't mean that they weren't going all out.

They'd managed to scrounge up three quarters of a Fourth-of-July picnic, with a few more traditional Wakandan dishes and one Sokovian dessert from Wanda to round things out, and Clint had insisted that the inside of the little round birthday cake be baked to resemble the pattern of an American Flag after seeing something similar on Google, so he and Wanda had spend a good couple hours the day before in the kitchen, struggling through Youtube videos and making a mess until they had something they were happy with. (The palace staff didn't mind the intrusion once they discovered that all of the tasty but off-pattern failed attempts were up for grabs.) Sam had scrounged up some decorations with T'Challa's help, while Scott had worked to rig them up a special surprise for the Captain.

Bucky had been taken out of cryo sleep for the occasion, reassured by Wanda that she was workably recovered from the Raft and could handle any Winter Soldier episodes before they became a problem, and the man had been sneaking around the palace all day to stay under the radar so he could surprise Steve.

The others had all taken turns sneaking into town to purchase birthday gifts, and Sam was rather proud of the present he'd managed to get. The Captain still took his morning jogs, even in Wakanda (Sam was so sick of hearing that cheerful "on your left" from him...) and so Sam had gotten him an arm band to hold the MP3 player that Scott was getting him, the gear sized for a super-soldier bicep and with an embroidered Celtic cross on the side because Sam remembered Steve mentioning that he had Irish in his background. It was simple but sturdy, and when paired with the nice set of headphones he was getting for him, Sam hoped that Steve would get some good use out of it.

Sam nailed the last loose end of the streamer in place, setting the hammer aside before turning to look over his handiwork.

The room looked quite festive, awash in reds and blues with decorations hung off of every surface. The first round of food was laid out across the table but still covered, and he could already smell the burgers and hotdogs cooking a few rooms over. It was all set to go.

He was just finishing up putting away the ladder when Clint and Bucky came in, the two of them talking quietly and grinning like conspirators. When he shot them a raised eyebrow, the two gave him enormous grins and thumbs-up, and Sam just shook his head with a laugh. T'Challa rejoined them a short while later with news that the jet was scheduled to land in ten minutes with their surprise guests.

Scattering the balloons around the room was a simple enough task, made infinitely harder by the archer and ex-HYDRA assassin who insisted on throwing them up in the air and making trick-shots at one another as the balloons drifted toward the floor.

Giving up on arranging that particular set of decorations in any kind of order, Sam let himself relax back against the wall, watching Bucky and Clint fool around as T'Challa checked something on his phone.

Sam.

He jumped a little at Wanda's voice, looking around for a second before he realized that she was in his head.

What's up, kiddo? he thought in reply.

We're heading back. Scott and Steve and me. Get everyone ready.

Will do.

"Okay everyone, shut up and get your ass hidden," he called over the ruckus with a grin. "The Captain is on his way."

Clint immediately leaped over the back of the sofa and dropped to a crouch, Bucky hot on his heels and equally graceful despite being down an arm. T'Challa tucked himself into a corner that was out of sight of the door, and Sam made sure that the curtains were all covering the windows before turning off the light and ducking behind the table.

For a long moment the room was silent, and Sam had to bite his tongue as a snicker tried to work its way out between his lips. Taking a deep breath and hoping for the best, Sam coiled his muscles and prepared to leap to his feet.

The seconds dragged by slowly, each one seeming to take longer than the last, until finally he heard the distant sound of voices, mid-conversation, heading down the hall toward them.

With a final "ssh" whispered to the room just to make sure everyone knew that this was it, Sam focused his attention forward.

It was Scott who initially opened the door, smiling as he chatted over his shoulder to Steve and Wanda. The super soldier was barely a pace behind him, nodding along to whatever Scott was talking about and keeping pace. Wanda was a step behind them, but only until they entered the room.

Sam smiled as he saw Wanda drop back a pace or two behind Steve, bringing her hands up as her fingertips and eyes both glowed red.

Steve shot Scott a confused look as the man led him into the room.

"Why is it so dark in here?" Steve asked.

And Wanda took that moment to strike.

In a move that she'd been practicing for the past few hours, she used her powers to fling all the curtains open at once, flooding the room with light as Sam and the other three leaped out from hiding.

"Surprise!"

Steve was left standing in shock for a moment, but his startled expression quickly melted into a happy laugh as he looked around in wonder.

"What's all this, then?"

"It's your birthday, silly," Wanda scolded, stepping up behind him and slipping an arm through his to guide him over to the sofa.

"Didn't think we were gonna let you gloss that over just cause we're in hiding, did you?" Clint asked, stepping around the couch to greet the Captain with a firm hug. "Happy birthday, Cap."

"Thanks, Clint."

"My turn," Sam grinned, opening his arms for a hug as well.

"You guys got all of this set up for me," Steve said in wonder, returning Sam's hug. "I...I'm speechless. Thank you. Thank you all."

"You deserve some nice things in your life," Bucky grinned. "You may be a stubborn, troublemaking little ass, but you've got a heart of gold. We're just letting you know how much you mean to all of us."

"C'mon, Buck, don't get sappy on me," Steve laughed, pulling his best friend into a hug as well. "Thought you were on the ice?"

"Today is special. Besides, Wanda said she's got things handled."

The little witch shot them a wink when Steve glanced over his shoulder at her, tapping a finger against her temple before going to hug Steve as well.

"Thank you, Wanda."

"No trouble at all. Anything for one of my most favorite people."

Steve let out a light laugh, giving the girl a little squeeze.

"You all are going to make me cry."

He straightened up, turning to find Lang fidgeting impatiently behind him.

"Happy birthday, Cap, sir!" Scott chirped, and with a grin Steve pulled him into a hug as well.

"Thanks, Scott."

Steve released the man a moment later, turning to the final person in the room.

"Oh, come now," T'Challa grinned when Steve awkwardly offered a hand out. "Everyone else gets hugs but me?"

Steve stepped in with a laugh, embracing the king.

"I'm never quite sure of the protocol with royals."

"To you, I am not a king. I am a friend," T'Challa reassured him, patting the man on the back before releasing him.

"Let's start in on the snacks!" Clint grinned, but before anyone could move, T'Challa held up his hand. The man drew out his phone once more, flicking through something, before shooting Steve a smile.

"We are expecting a couple more."

"A couple more...?"

"In about three...two..."

"Where's the birthday boy?" a familiar voice called, and everyone looked up to find Natasha standing in the doorway, a bottle of champagne in one hand and a little cardboard box in the other.

"Tasha!" Clint grinned as Steve turned to face her with a disbelieving smile.

"Brought a friend, too," the assassin grinned, and she stepped out of the way to reveal a familiar blonde woman standing behind her.

"Sharon!" Sam laughed. "Well, I'll be damned."

"Now it's a party," Scott grinned.

The girls both smiled as Steve crossed over to them, and Natasha was the first to step forward and greet the Captain.

"Natasha, what are you guys doing here?" Steve asked gently.

"We figured you might run out of candles before you hit your age," she replied with a grin as she gave the little cardboard box a shake, stopping to give Steve a hug and murmuring "Happy birthday" before planting a kiss on his cheek and making her way to greet everyone else.

"Thanks, Nat, love you too," Steve called after her with a wry smile.

Sharon stepped up next, giving Steve a big hug and a little kiss on the cheek as well.

"Ignore her," she smiled, nodding after Natasha. "You don't look a day over twenty-five."

"Flattery," he accused with a grin, to which Sharon just offered a little shrug. "Glad to see the both of you doing well."

"Glad to see you looking so happy," Sharon countered, giving him a little nudge with her shoulder. "I'll let you introduce me to the rest of the gang."

"Let's get this party rolling," Bucky announced, starting to hand out plates, and everyone moved to cluster around the table as Steve started official introductions.

The servants had brought out the main course while they had all talked, and Sam loaded up his plate with a little bit of everything, trying to keep it all balanced as he followed Steve over to the sofa.

Sam settled himself on the cushions next to the Captain, letting him finish introducing Sharon to Wanda before he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

"All right, Steve," Sam said with a smile. "Let's have the official count. How old is Captain America turning today?"

Sam took a large bite of his burger as Steve glanced up at the ceiling, his lips moving as he calculated dates in his head.

"Technically I believe it would be ninety-nine...although I have only really celebrated thirty birthdays," he shrugged. Whichever one you all want to go with.

"Thirty one is a lot less impressive than ninety-nine," Sam grinned. "Though you're looking damn good for such an old-timer."

"I'll second that," Clint grinned. "Gonna need to borrow some of your genetics before I start losing hair."

"Oh, please...you're more child than man," Wanda scolded the archer with a fond grin.

"That's rich, coming from the youngest of the group," Bucky teased.

Wanda stuck her tongue out in response.

"Why don't you open presents while we're all eating, Steve?" Natasha suggested mildly.

"Great idea! Mine first!" Clint grinned, dropping onto the other side of the sofa with a bounce and passing a wrapped box to the Captain. The man watched with a large grin as Steve pulled the wrapping back, the Captain's eyes widening as he found himself holding a Star Wars box set.

5 times being a baseline, non-powered human sucked, and 1 time it didn't.

Could focus on one Avenger or a variety. Not everything has to be angst, but at least one or two scenarios should be, please!

Baseline humans to choose from: Tony, Natasha*, Clint, Rhodey, Sam, Scott.

*Assuming you don't go with "Red Room gave her a weakened, altered version of the serum" fanon

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Prompt Post #1

Bruce/Tony - AU where Bruce got his funding

Bruce/Tony - Bruce is recruited by Stark Industries pre-Hulk

Clint has to literally track Wanda down itake her home after AoU

Team Cap beat Thanos to the punch

Re: Team Cap beat Thanos to the punch

Loki forces the Avengers' hands in reuniting by brainwashing Tony (gen plz)

Fill: Enlisted (8a/?)

Re: Loki forces the Avengers' hands in reuniting by brainwashing Tony (gen plz)

Fill: Enlisted (8b/?)

Re: Fill: Enlisted (8b/?)

Re: Loki forces the Avengers' hands in reuniting by brainwashing Tony (gen plz)

Blond is an unusual color (Steve is the best with kids)

Fury as Peter's Mentor

Nebula dares the crew to fuck her and they oblige

Mantis - You are afraid

Groot/other guardians, tentacles

Drax/his family, fluff, gen

The Guardians try to parent teenage Groot

5 and 1 - Guardians playing tricks on Mantis

Fill: Enlisted (9/?)

Re: Mantis - You are afraid

Gen, Yondu and Peter father son fluff

Re: Blond is an unusual color (Steve is the best with kids)

FILL - Happy Birthday, Steve! (1/2)

[Gen] Avengers Team: 5+1 when being a baseline human sucked