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In Civil War, Wanda yells at The Vision that they've talked about him phasing through the wall into her room. What I want is that time, that being Vision walking in on Wanda masturbating.

I'd like it if she's masturbating either about him, and he feels (weird, never felt like this) happy, or to someone else, and he feels (same as above, weird, and not fully knowing what it is) jealous.

I'd also prefer it if he watches her/let's her finish before he gets her attention/she notices him.

The Avengers go to Russia, and the Americans are horrified that their Eastern European teammates insist on keeping a handgun or a tomahawk next to the driver's seat, to have something to brandish at other drivers who cut them off.

Let's just say, the Winter Soldier is a pretty moderate example of Russian road manners.

Vision stared at Wanda, his processors seemingly frozen with the flood of information.

The young woman was lying on her back across her bed, one hand slipped down the waistband of the dark skirt she wore and the other up by her face, where her teeth were bitten firmly into her knuckle. Soft, panting whimpers were escaping her lips regardless, and he might have been concerned had it not been for the fact that she showed no other sign of distress. Her muscles were mostly relaxed, her posture implying a lazy comfort with her surroundings, and her lips were curved into the barest hint of a smile at the corners.

The synthetic man tilted his head slightly, irises rotating as he focused in on her.

Wanda's chest was rising and falling at a rate and depth that indicated heavier breathing than normal, and her skin was ever so slightly flushed from its usual ivory white. Her eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with pleasure.

It was fascinating.

He settled himself quietly, for some reason loathe to interrupt whatever serene moment she was experiencing, and simply contented himself to wait until she was done.

Vision's eyes trailed up her body, rolling fluidly over her curves before settling on her face.

As he watched, Wanda's eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a little gasp.

She was murmuring something, and although he could not be sure, he thought it might have been his name.

He could see slight movement from beneath the fabric of her skirt, as if her hand were circling or rubbing at something, and Vision took a long few seconds to watch the movement and map it out before returning his attention to her blissful expression.

He watched as she drew her lower lip into her mouth, the little white glisten of her teeth dipping the red lipstick she wore as she bit down, and her eyes fluttered shut as she let out a quiet little moan. Her other hand had slipped down by her side, rhythmically clenching and unclenching the sheets in her grip, kneading the fabric in time to her body going slightly tense.

A sharp little breath caught in her throat, and Vision watched in rapt fascination as her body tensed for a second before arching back into the bed in languid bliss, her free hand skating up over the sheets to rest on the pillow beside her head.

She slowly spread her fingers out over her cheek, the nail of her little finger putting the slightest bit of pressure on her lower lip to force it to part as she turned her head into her touch.

"Vizh," she breathed, but her eyes were still closed, and somehow he knew that she wasn't looking for an answer. She changed the angle of her other arm slightly, apparently changing the effect of whatever she was doing beneath her skirt, and he felt an odd warmth flood his systems as she gasped out a tiny breath.

Wanda let out a little whine, but the sound was more pleading than pained, and he dared to edge a step closer.

She threw her head back a little, dipping the pillow as she scattered the soft, dark curls of her hair over the white cotton, and Vision had the sudden and inexplicable urge to touch. He licked his lips involuntarily as he watched her fingers drag down over her throat, tracing the little witch's hard swallow before she gasped once more.

The movements of her lower hand had become nearly frantic, the muscles in her arm wound tight with the strain of added pressure and speed, and Vision found his eyes darting back and forth between that movement and her face as she slowly became more and more tensed.

For a long second Wanda was stiff against the bed, her lips parted as she panted and one hand clutching at the pillow as the other moved rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her skirt. And then, just as quickly, her whole body jerked sharply as her movements stuttered to a stop.

Her eyes glazed over, her head arching back into the pillows as her lips parted in a silent cry. Vision watched intently as all of her muscles tensed to the point of trembling and then locked, leaving her rigid and quaking.

She stayed like that for twenty seconds or so before sinking back onto the mattress, trembling from head to toe and trying to suppress convulsions from her pelvic muscles. She was gasping for breath, a lazy smile playing across her lips, and Vision felt static buzzing in the back of his mind as some new emotion tried to process itself.

Desire?

As he watched, Wanda withdrew her hand from her skirt, her fingertips glistening with moisture, and groped blindly for the tissue box beside her bed with the opposite hand. After a few misses she succeeded in grabbing one and tugged it free in a way that suggested far greater effort than she would have needed to expend. Vision remained silent as he observed her carefully wiping her fingers off before crumpling the tissue and throwing it in the relative direction of the wastebin.

She missed.

With a tiny moan Wanda rolled over, her back to him now, and stretched her legs out. She let out a slightly louder groan when she shifted to straighten out her skirt.

This particular sound registered as soreness, not pleasure, and Vision found himself compelled to speak before he could stop himself.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

Wanda startled badly, yelping as she bolted upright.

"Vizh!" she gasped, scrambling so that she was kneeling and desperately pulling her skirt as low over her knees as it would go. "H-how long have you been there?"

Vision tilted his head, calculating the time as Wanda's face grew redder and redder, her lower lashes darkening with moisture.

"Exactly seven minutes and fifteen seconds, as of when you asked."

With a long whine, she let herself fall forward, burying her face in the covers.

"Wanda?" he asked, watching her in concern for a long second before hovering over to rest a hand on her back.

"Just leave me here to die," she begged.

"Wanda, I cannot do that," he pleaded in return. "You seem unwell. Your face is very flushed - let me check if you have a fever."

"Don't have a fever," she muttered into the quilt. "Really. You can go."

Vision looked her over, registering no unusual changes in body temperature or skin color aside from the flushed face.

Embarrassment, his processors supplied.

"Wanda," he started, steepling his fingers before him as he cocked his head questioningly. "Does this have something to do with my observation of you lying in bed and rubbing your-"

"Stop," Wanda yelped, sitting bolt upright. "Stop, stop, please, don't talk about it," she begged, and Vision blinked at her in confusion.

"I seem to be distressing you."

"No, no, it's not that-...well, okay, a little bit it is, but it's not-" Wanda trailed off as she glanced at the door, her eyebrows slowly drawing together. She blinked at it in utter confusion for a moment before turning back to him with a look that was a touch suspicious. "Vizh, my door was locked."

"I had not observed that," he admitted, feeling terribly confused at the sudden change in topic.

"How did you get into my room if the door was locked?"

"I did not use the door."

Wanda stared at him for a long second, her expression unreadable, before she flopped back onto the bed with a groan. He watched her press the palms of her hands to her eyes, feeling lost.

"Have I done something wrong?" he asked.

"Has no one told you that you are supposed to stay out of rooms when the door is closed?"

"I have not been informed of this, no."

"Well. Now you have been. Closed door means knock before entering. Always. Please."

"Of course, Wanda. I will keep that in mind in the future. I am...sorry for upsetting you," he offered, still struggling to figure out what exactly it was that he was missing.

"It's all right. I'm not upset with you. You did not know. I'm just...embarrassed."

"Well, once again let me offer my sincerest apologies. I will be sure to refrain from phasing through walls when the door is closed," he nodded.

Deciding that he was not helping matters here by staying, Vision turned to leave.

He drifted silently over to the door, not wanting to phase through the wall and risk upsetting anyone else, but he hesitated before he left, turning to glance back at Wanda over his shoulder as something occurred to him.

"Although, I must admit, I am curious..."

Wanda perked up, tilting her head slightly so that her mussed hair spilled over her shoulder.

"About?" she prompted slowly after a second of consideration, and Vision cleared his throat as he felt it tighten.

"If you did not know I was here...why did you call my name?"

Wanda's eyes widened sharply, a brief look of panic fleeting across her features. She went beet-red once more, muttering something unintelligible before she turned and buried her face in the pillow.

Vision blinked at her for a moment, feeling warmth curling unbidden in his abdomen, before deciding that his question could wait for another time, and phasing out of the room once more without an answer.

Three-way centered around Wanda and her pleasure. Bonus if the guys interact sexually. Mainly they just take really good care of her.

.......y u tempt me like this

Natasha slithered through the tunnels as quickly as she could, the bobbing blue feather always half a heartbeat in front of her, just out of reach. She scrambled around a corner, hefting herself up in short leaps when the tunnel took a steep curve skyward, right on the tail end of the plume as she tried to catch it in her teeth and kept coming up with air.

The little flash of blue bobbed around another corner, and Natasha tried to pick up her pace as she saw a bright circle of light come into view from out in front of it. She leapt for the feather as the tunnel ended, the tip of it slipping through her teeth as she popped out of the tube.

She let out a little growl of frustration, watching the stupid thing flutter to the ground, but T’Challa’s gentle laugh caused her to perk her ears.

“You are getting quick at that. I can barely keep it away from you.”

Natasha drew herself back into the tunnel with a little huff, taking a moment to smooth her paws over her face and make sure all of her fur was in order before climbing out into the King’s waiting palm.

She allowed the man to stroke a hand over her back as he stood, placing the toy well out of her reach before carrying her from her room.

“I have a meeting that I need to attend,” he told her, shifting her in his grip so that she was cradled along the length of his arm. “If I trust you to run loose in the room, will you promise me that you will be on your best behavior?”

Natasha shot him a dry look, her ears flicked back, but the King didn’t waver.

“I am not joking, Natalia. You are a troublemaker, whether you mean to be or not.”

She closed her mouth around his thumb, not putting pressure, but enough to let him know that she was annoyed, and shot a glare up at him.

The king simply responded by stroking a finger up the bridge of her nose until she gave in and let go.

“If you misbehave I will put you in your basket,” he warned her. “And I will leave you there until I am finished.”

She rolled her eyes, letting out a huff of breath.

Yes, yes, she got it. Best behavior.

After all, it was a chance to see just who T’Challa had dealings with, and an opportunity for her to see how the elusive Wakandan government conducted business.

Perhaps she could even slip into someone’s bag and escape the palace.

That thought brought a rather unexpected thrill of excitement, and Natasha perked up immediately. Perhaps this was the escape chance she’d been looking for.

In another few seconds T’Challa had reached the end of the hallway, and Natasha looked around eagerly as he carried her into a fancy meeting room, making note of the people in elaborate formal dress who milled about inside, awaiting the Wakandan King.

There were about five in total, each of them wearing what looked like very cultural clothing, and none of them looked to be carrying bags of any kind, although one of the men looked like he might have deep enough pockets for her to fit herself into.

Before she could scope the room much more, T’Challa had closed the door behind him and leaned to set her on the floor. Natasha was quick to scamper from his hand, sitting down on the tile and starting to groom herself to show him just how good her behavior was going to be. In return T’Challa gave her a look that was nothing short of unimpressed, but left her to her own devices as he began to greet the dignitaries and offer them seats at the table.

Natasha was quick to scamper beneath the table as soon as T’Challa turned his back to her, scoping out just what she was dealing with as the people present began to take their seats.

Unfortunately, the one with pockets had seated himself with his legs crossed. She could still fit inside, of course, but doing so without notice would be another question entirely. She couldn’t risk it. A quick tour around the table revealed that none of the other dignitaries had pockets she could access either, and she sat down hard, flicking her ears back in irritation.

Apparently there would be no escape for her today.

Frustrated, Natasha scampered up the leg of the nearest chair and heaved herself up onto the table, giving herself a little shake before looking around.

Perhaps if she could-

“Ah! Vermin!”

Natasha barely had time to dodge the sharp swipe that was aimed at her, scrambling over to T’Challa’s side as one of the dignitaries began to shout about pests in the palace.

The Wakandan king was quick to gather Natasha close as she scampered into his arms for protection, and she glared back over her shoulder to see who had tried to strike her once she felt that she was reasonably safe for the time being.

The person putting up the fuss was a dark-skinned man who looked to be in his early thirties, dressed in earth tones and scowling after her with his lip curled in disgust.

“Ntombela, please be calm. There are no vermin in the palace. Natalia is my pet,” T’Challa soothed, stroking a hand over Natasha as she hid up against him and glared back at the man who had tried to hit her.

“That wretched little creature is your pet?” he asked in disgust, and Natasha felt herself bristling a little in insult.

“Yes. She is. A gift from a…friend of mine, in America,” T’Challa explained. She let out a humorless little huff at that but didn’t see fit to argue. At least not right now.

The dignitary seemed to at least accept that explanation, and took a long moment to compose himself, huffing and neurotically straightening out his robes as he spluttered in offense before slowly taking his seat once more.

“Thank you,” T’Challa said, nodding his head toward the man with expertly hidden annoyance. “Now, I believe that we were discussing trade agreements-”

Natasha listened half-heartedly to the discussion, allowing T’Challa to stroke her back until her own nerves were a little less frazzled. There was very clearly some tension between Wakanda and the countries represented by a couple of the dignitaries, although most of them seemed to be in pretty good standing with T’Challa’s kingdom. Still, that didn’t stop the hesitance they all had when dealing with this new king for the first time since his crowning. They were all feeling out the territory, testing what they could get away with, and what would carry over from their dealings with his father.

T’Challa, to his credit, seemed to be handling them beautifully.

When they started in on the more nit-picky details of trade agreements, she allowed her attention to wander around the room once more.

Down the far side of the table, a little plate of food had been set out for the dignitaries, and Natasha licked her lips as she caught sight of it. It was just about past lunch, and the King hadn’t stopped for anything to eat before the meeting, so her stomach was already growling quietly for something to snack on.

Surely it would be okay for her to help herself so long as she was polite about it, right?

Natasha slipped out from beneath T’Challa’s hold, preening herself for a second before making her way toward the far end of the table, still debating if she could find a way to sneak herself into someone’s pocket before the meeting was over.

Most of the people at the table spared her a quick glance before returning their attention to T’Challa, but the one man who had struck out at her earlier made a point of scooting his chair back from the table a few inches as she passed, and Natasha slowed her pace to glare at him.

“Ntombela, is something wrong?” T’Challa asked smoothly, shooting her a warning look that she made a point of ignoring.

“The vile little beast should be collared if it is yours,” the sour-faced dignitary scolded. “Locked in a cage instead of free to crawl over everything.”

“My apologies if she startled you earlier,” T’Challa replied calmly. “I am sure she meant no harm. I simply do not like keeping her caged during the day.”

Turning up her nose before the dignitary could reply, Natasha stalked her way down to the far end of the table, feeling rather insulted.

The serving dish was still mostly untouched, although a number of the people present had little plates sitting in front of them with crumbs on them, so it had been picked over at least once. Natasha sat up on her hind legs to look over the options.

For the most part it appeared to be a savory spread, the fancy plate split into thirds. One third had some kind of pastry stacked up, and one appeared to be some kind of tartar being served on a cracker, while the last third was an assortment of thinly sliced cheeses.

In a cup in the center, however, some of those delicious tiny fish had been arranged on fancy little bamboo skewers as a sort of edible decoration.

That was what she wanted.

Stepping up to the serving dish, Natasha debated the best way to get at the center.

The plate had been laid out with a few pairs of serving tongs, although all of them were far too large and awkward for her to lift, and the display had been filled in such a way that she would not be able to walk between the food selections to reach the center. Her best option seemed to be approaching from the cracker side of the plate, and carefully stepping into the spaces where people had removed food for themselves.

She slowly circled around to that side, debating her best route of approach, but hesitated when she felt a familiar prickling unease at the back of her neck, like someone was staring at her.

Natasha glanced up to realize that one of the dignitaries – an elderly man with a curly white beard and deep laugh lines around his eyes – was indeed watching her in rapt curiosity.

Hesitantly, she placed a paw on the handle of the serving tongs, glancing between him and the food.

Would he be disgusted if she tried to get the fish from the center of the tray? Should she simply take one of the crackers and be done with it?

She glanced from the man’s unreadable expression back to the food a couple more times, debating, but before she could make up her mind she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Natasha leapt away on instinct, expecting to be struck again, but the elderly man was simply reaching for the serving tongs, retrieving one of the crackers from the plate and setting it on a napkin in front of him. As Natasha watched, he also plucked a few of the little skewers from the center of the display, setting them across the napkin as well.

To her surprise, the man then slid the napkin out in her direction.

Natasha blinked up at the man in shock for a long few seconds before she dared to creep closer, eyes locked on the elderly dignitary. She glanced up hesitantly as she rested her paw on the edge of the napkin, and the man smiled down at her with a wink before turning his attention back to T’Challa.

Huh.

Taking that as her invitation, Natasha was quick to snatch up one of the fish and begin munching away happily.

The cracker turned out to be rather tasty as well, although she enjoyed the meat on top far more than the dry grain beneath, and only ate about half of the cracker itself.

Once she had finished her snack, Natasha carefully folded the napkin over for the servants to clear away and made her way back up the table toward T’Challa.

A little snort of revulsion caused her to slow her pace once more, and she turned to find the one dignitary – Ntombela – pinning her with a disgusted glare.

“Is there a problem?” T’Challa called from his side of the table, a hint of irritation in his voice at being interrupted yet again.

“Why are you even keeping a creature like that as a pet?” the man asked in disdain, narrowing his eyes at Natasha as she paced stiffly across the table past him. “You have access to any animal you could wish for, why choose a rodent?”

“She is no mere rodent, I assure you,” T’Challa said, his voice a bit terse at the continued interruption. “And my choices of companion are my own.”

Natasha paused before the man, glowering up at him in insulted defiance. The man, in turn, sent her an ugly scowl before turning his attention to T’Challa once more.

“I simply do not see the appeal in keeping such an ugly rat as a pet,” the man said flippantly, shrugging as he tried to brush her off the table, and Natasha decided that she’d had just about enough of him.

She snapped her teeth down on his sleeve in warning, close enough that her whiskers brushed his wrist, and the man yelped in shock as he scrambled back out of his chair. Natasha let him go before he could try to shake her loose, crouching on the table as she debated whether she could make the leap to his torso and scramble up to his head before she was smacked away.

Unfortunately, her plan was interrupted by T’Challa.

“Ah! Little monster!” he scolded, rounding the table to grab for her. “Do not bite!”

Natasha felt his hand close around the scruff of her neck, grabbing her away from Ntombela, but before she could react, a strange tiredness came over her.

She let out a little yawn as her muscles all went lax, her body going limp in T’Challa’s hold, and she blinked at him sleepily as he carried her over to her basket.

“Little menace…stay put,” he muttered, depositing her on the plush cushion.

Natasha only had a second to shake herself from her stupor before T’Challa had clapped the lid on the basket, and she looked up sharply as she heard the creak of him winding twine around the latch to keep it closed.

She scampered up to the side, pawing at the lid, but he had sealed her in.

With a little huff of indignation she settled herself back on the cushion, her ears folded back in a pout.

That was…strange.

All he’d done was grab her scruff, and it had been like he’d flicked the off switch for her will to fight.

And that thought rather terrified her.

Natasha curled in the corner of the basket, feeling off balanced and very small.

Apparently she was a lot more helpless in this form than she thought she was.

Steve's ultimate fantasy is to be gangbanged until his belly bulges with cum, preferably until his belly button pops out. Thor makes it come true, with the help of a horde of well-hung Asgardian warriors.

Nat teaching Wanda how to use her sexuality to her advantage on missions roleplaying with Wanda in the seductress role, either acting with Nat alone, as a threesome with Sam or Steve (like the opening scene in civil war where they're on comms) with Nat in charge of the action.

Loki burns a chunk of his own hair off trying to use a hair straightener.

THIS

Tis the month of Halloween, so let's get some Halloween prompts going! The Avengers have a giant Halloween party at the Compound, complete with costumes, bobbing for apples, pumpkin carving, and spoopy movies.

The more the merrier!

(I would also verymuch love an art fill with all the Avengers in costume.)

"Sir!" one of the soldiers cried out sharply, startling Ross into nearly spilling his coffee. "We've got a situation! It's Maximoff!"

Already suspecting what he would see, Ross spared half a glance at the man's monitor - just enough to see Wanda fall over against the bed and start shaking - before he was running for the cell block.

Shit.

She was having another seizure.

It took only a matter of seconds for the elevator to drop him to the proper floor, but the time seemed to drag as he waited tensely for the doors to open before he was rushing into the cell block to help the girl.

Wanda was lying sprawled sideways across the little cot, her body convulsing as she stared at the ceiling blankly, her breath coming in little wheezes through her clenched teeth.

He was quick to rush to her side, the familiar chill of panic trying to numb his fingers as he watched the girl lie rigid and shaking, helpless to her seizure. He did his best to roll her onto her side, being very careful not to force the movement, the Doctor's warnings about breaking bones ringing like warning sirens in his head as he tried to coax her to move.

"Okay, okay," he murmured, dragging the pillow around behind her back to keep her turned on her side as she stared off into nothing, her whole body spasming. "You're all right, you're okay."

He scrambled for a moment in the little bag that Doctor Clarke had suggested he prepare and leave in the girl's cell, drawing out a clean washcloth as he checked his watch for the time. If she didn't stop seizing in ninety seconds or so, he was supposed to call the doctor.

"It's okay, you're all right," he repeated like a mantra, reassuring himself as much as the girl as he folded the washcloth into a crude square and settled himself at her side. "You're fine. It'll be over in a minute."

He was quick to wipe the frothing saliva away from her mouth, not giving her the chance to choke on it as he did his best to make sure her head was cushioned and prayed that she wouldn't throw up.

That done, he simply sat back on his heels to watch over her until the fit had passed.

He ran a hand slowly over his face, looking on in discomfort as she shook.

This was not what he had signed up for.

He carefully brushed the girl's wild hair back, keeping it out of her face and away from her mouth as she seized, wondering if maybe they should see about keeping it tied out of the way.

A long moment later, she finally stilled, a choking little wheeze in her throat as she turned her head to look around. He gently turned her to the side again, leaving his hand resting on her cheek to keep her in place as she started to wake up.

Ross let out a slow breath as he looked her over.

Fortunately she'd apparently been sitting on her cot when she'd had the seizure this time, and as far as he could tell she wasn't injured. The poor creature's cheeks were damp with tears, however, and her eyes were darting around in mild terror as she slowly came back to herself.

"It's okay, you're all right," he whispered, giving her what he hoped was a reassuring little smile as he rubbed her upper arm to help ground her. "You're in your cell. You've had another seizure."

She garbled out something that sounded like a question, her next breath a panicked little gasp that sounded more like a sob than anything, and he hushed her, stroking her hair back out of her face.

"It's all right, Wanda," he murmured. "You're okay now."

The doctor had explained that it was important for him to calm her down and reassure her that she was safe following the seizure, so Ross was trying his best to do just that despite how awkward it felt. It was especially important now because she'd already had a few seizures, so she was more likely to come out of this one feeling panicked and upset instead of shocked and confused.

"I need you to take a deep breath for me," he instructed gently as she sobbed out a sharp little huff.

He watched as the girl scrunched her eyes shut, forcing a deep inhale before letting it out as a trembling sob. Ross tried to hush her as she fought to keep her composure, hoping to avoid a complete breakdown. There was only so much that he could deal with, after all.

The girl gave up after another two tries, simply curling into herself as she cried, and he was helpless to do anything but sit beside her and pat her shoulder in an awkward attempt at comfort.

This seizure hadn't been as bad as the previous two - at least as far as he could tell - however Wanda was reacting far worse to it than she had before, which was starting to concern him. For a long moment he simply hushed her, his mind reeling through the options he had for assistance before deciding that it might be worth letting one of the others out of their cells, if only because they could comfort her far better than he could ever hope to.

"Do you want me to get one of your teammates for you?" he offered gently, but to his surprise the girl shook her head.

Odd.

"You sure?" he prompted, but the girl again shook her head, harder than before, her bottom lip trembling as she bit back tears.

"Okay," he soothed quickly, trying to keep her from getting worked up any more than she already was. "All right. Just you and me, then."

Fuck.

So she didn't want her teammates to help her. It was going to be on his head to comfort her and calm her down, then.

Ross let out a slow breath, shifting a little closer to the cot as he gently rubbed his hand over her shoulder, trying to help ground her through her distress.

"It's all right," he murmured, pausing to brush her messy hair back from her face. "You're okay now."

"Why is this happening?" she sobbed quietly, pleading. "What's wrong with me?"

Ross felt a chill edge up his spine, letting his gaze trail away so he wouldn't have to meet her eyes.

It was because of the collar. The constant electrical overload so close to her brain.

They'd done this to her.

He swallowed hard, reaching out to gently rub her arm once more.

"I don't know," he lied. "But you're safe. I promise. We're going to get you proper medical help. It's just going to take a couple of days for them to get the paperwork in order."

He saw her bottom lip wobble as she fought against her fright and pain to hold her composure, but in the end she still couldn't quite force back the tears. He hushed her again as she curled into herself with a tiny sob, wondering if the tremble in her body was the aftershock of the seizure or her fear.

"It's okay, you're all right," he murmured again. "It's over, now. You're okay."

Now that he was fairly sure that she was done seizing for the time being, he moved the pillow around from the small of her back, tucking it beneath her head. He then got her settled and lying comfortably in her cot, or at least as comfortably as one could be in a prison cell while tied in a straitjacket.

Maximoff didn't resist, staring off into nothing as she let him move her body by degrees so that she was lying on her side. Then he moved to sit on the mattress beside her with a groan as his knees protested being straightened after kneeling for so long.

The girl blinked up at him, her dark lashed clumped together with tears and her eyes an irritated pink from crying, and Ross let out a slow breath as he stroked her hair back from her forehead once more.

"With what just happened, there are some things we're going to have to discuss," he started, trying to find a way to say what he needed to without it being awkward. The girl didn't react, but he took her continued focus as a sign that she was listening.

"This is three times now that you've had a seizure," he explained to her gently. "And unfortunately, that makes a pattern. I believe that this is something that isn't going to go away."

She nodded a little in misery, blinking silent tears free from her dark lashes to soak into her pillow.

"We can monitor your cell, but we don't have anyone that can be put on stand-by at any time of the day or night. Which means that you're going to have to take some precautions as well, to make sure you don't get hurt. At least until I can get someone out here."

The girl nodded again, slowly looking up at him with big, worried eyes. Ross let out a sigh, folding his hands together in his lap.

"If you feel a seizure coming on, you need to get yourself to a safe position. There's occasionally some kind of warning sign, an aura, or so I've been told. A weird taste in your mouth, or strange sensation in your head. If you feel anything out of the ordinary, you need to lie down on your side as quickly as you can, okay?" he instructed gently, brushing her hair back out of her face as it slipped forward once more. "It might be a sign that you're about to have a seizure, and it's far safer for you to be lying down than standing up."

The girl gave another pathetic nod, and Ross let out a slow breath.

"We'll do what we can for you. Try to make this as bearable as possible."

She quirked her lips to the side in a sad attempt at a grateful smile that didn't quite make it past "wince" as her eyes flooded once more, and Ross gently stroked her hair to soothe her, murmuring "I'm sorry."

And for once, he truly meant it.

******************************************************

"Get me the UN."

"Sir?"

Ross stepped up behind the rather startled looking soldier, peering over his shoulder at the security cameras for a moment before turning away again once his frayed nerves had been reassured that the girl was still doing okay.

"I need them to send someone for Maximoff. A full-time caretaker. Female," he specified. "The sooner the better."

"Sir," the soldier started hesitantly, swallowing hard. "I'm not sure they'll be willing to-"

"We need a medical team out here. These seizures are something that we are not properly equipped to handle. Throw their own conventions back in their face if you have to, just make sure they send someone. I can't be the one running down to the cell block every time the pathetic creature seizes. I barely have clearance to be in there with her, much less administering medical help."

"Yes, sir."

"And someone call up Doctor Clarke. Tell him she had another seizure and then put him through to me."

"Yes, sir," a different voice replied.

He watched one of the young men start punching numbers into the nearest phone, allowing himself to pace back and forth to work off some nerves as he tried to get his thoughts in order.

"Who do I have in charge of Maximoff? Smith? Johnson?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm changing up your standing orders. Do not shock her unless absolutely necessary," Ross ordered. "The more we use that, the worse her seizures seem to get, and the intent isn't to kill her during her stay here."

There were a couple of murmured "yes sir"s from behind him, and Ross paced to a stop, rubbing at his temple where he could feel a throbbing headache starting up.

"And Greyson?"

"Sir?"

"...go dig out the bottle of whiskey from my filing cabinet."

Post CW Team Cap, minus Bucky who's in cryo, have left Wakanda and are in their safehouse trying to figure out their next move. Steve returns with food, and after eating everyone becomes drowsy. No one is suspicious, until they wake the next day, stripped naked and locked into breeding stands.

Alpha!Steve has decided the reason the Avengers split apart is because he didn't exert enough control over the team. And the best, easiest way for an alpha to control a group of betas and other alphas? Is to turn them into omegas.

Steve repeatedly mounts and knots each of them (Sam, Scott, Clint, Wanda, who's still in the collar and can't use her powers, and Natasha too if you want her in there), filling them with his cum and then plugging them up until they finish turning omega, at which point he forces a mating bond on them so they can't just leave him. By the time Infinity Wars roles around, Steve has multiple kids with his omega harem.

+Steve's super soldier stamina- he mates each of them multiple times a day, and his alpha hormones are more potent than a normal alpha's, so they turn faster than normal
+Alpha and beta bodies aren't designed to be knotted, so no matter how much lube Steve uses or how much he preps the others it's still uncomfortable or downright painful
+The newly turned omegas all go into heat and become pregnant at the same time
+Natasha was sterilized as an alpha, not an omega, so she becomes pregnant too
+Someone (not Wanda) has multiple babies (I personally love Scott for this, but it's writer's choice)
+Dark!Steve telling Clint and Scott not to worry about missing their kids- they can have as many kids with him as they want
+Some members of Team Cap are still defiant toward Steve, while others give up and stop fighting their new status

But nobody will give him candy.

He plots his petty revenge.

While hiding out from the post-Accords fallout in some quiet little back-water town, Wanda starts getting weird dreams where she finds herself standing in a dark abyss, and she can hear or sometimes see a strange child somewhere in the distance. However, she always seems to wake up before she can call out or follow her. After a few nights of this, Wanda decides to go in search of the child.

Unbeknownst to her, Eleven is having similar dreams of her own, where she can catch glimpses of Wanda but always wakes up before she can find out who it is, and also decides to search her out.

Due to the telekinesis, the two of them are able to vaguely sense one another, and use that to eventually stumble across each other in person.

They're both a little nervous and distrustful at first, but once they push into one another's thoughts it doesn't take long for them to realize just how much they have in common and quickly get attached.

They decide that it would probably be best for them both to hang out together for protection.

(Honestly I just kind of want Wanda deciding to adopt the mini version of herself, and the two of them subsequently deciding "hey we're going to be sisters now.")

Wanda, finding Tony to be heartless decides he should represent that so she slips into his room, traps him on his bed so he can't move or call for help. Then proceeds to use her powers to pull his heart out of his chest. Tony is awake during the process and is shocked as he feels the pain and sees it happening. Wanda then puts his still beating heart in a jar and leaves. Tony falls unconscious from shock.
The next day he awakens thinking it was a horrible nightmare, but when he lifts his shirt he sees the bloody hole where his heart once was, yet he's still alive! He races to the rest of the team to show them what Wanda has done, but they don't see anything odd which makes Tony think Wanda manipulated their minds not to see the hole and that he's literally heartless. Wanda pretends she doesn't know what he's talking about, and his A.I Jarvis detects nothing amiss. Tony knows it's impossible for him to be walking around without a heart so he thinks Wanda may have just manipulated his mind to see such a thing, yet why can he literally stick his hand in his chest and feel the emptiness? Why can he wander into Wanda's room and see his beating heart in a jar?
Whether Wanda literally stole his heart or just manipulated Tony's mind to think so is up to you :)
Points for much creepiness and gore!

I need this for the Halloween season please!

The team saves a woman with a love for cats. As a way to repay them she insists they come over for tea. To please her, particularly with Steve's insistance that it's only right, they head over for tea.
Everything goes well during the tea, until they start slowly turning into cats. They're shocked and demand she change them back, before their speech is changed into meows.
They still have their human minds, but they're so full of animal instincts that it has them acting and thinking more like cats than humans. The cat lady takes them as pets that she cares for happily.

Bonus : by the time a year passes, they're pretty comfortable with their lives. Laying on her lap getting petted and not attacking her, etc.

Just thought of the best de-aging scenario...

Dr. Strange is asked to use his magic to "turn back the clock" on the captured rogue Avengers, to a time before they had their powers, in order to make it so they are no longer a threat. From there what happens to the newly de-aged kids is up to the author.

(Hell, send them home with Strange, lol.)

Can include however many of Team Cap that you want caught and turned in, as long as the four from the Raft make it into the story.

.......damn, this is tempting. Especially with Halloween around the corner. I'm always in the mood for a good gore fic...

(I have so much other stuff that still needs to be updated though... *whines*)

Let's be fair, given what we've seen of her in MCU, and her lovely comic self, there's no way any avenger should be able to take her on.
She's the eleventh hour superpower, the deus ex machina, the one hit tko.

So... let's see the airport battle with Wanda actually participating, not just showing up in one or two brief moments, distracted and splintered and 'barely powerful'. The woman threw vision threw the earth, killed every android in miles, is a super soldier, and mindfucked a god. Let's see some badassery!

Bonus for Team Iron Man being completely baffled by this while Steve just grins because he trained her and jogs off to get his plane with Bucky. Possibly even with Sam or Clint playing pilot to make sure they get there safer/faster.

“Pet, come here a moment,” Ross called, crossing to her desk chair and sinking into it with a groan as he flipped through a stack of papers. “I’ve got some news.”

Wanda righted herself from where she’d been sprawled on the plush carpet, soaking up the sunshine that streamed in through her room’s little window, and crawled over to the man’s side. She hummed out a questioning little sound as she settled herself at the foot of the chair, sitting patiently and blinking up at him as he absently reached to stroke her head.

Ross glanced down at her after a long second, giving her a gentle smile.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he chuckled, ruffling her hair. “How are you feeling today?”

Wanda offered a tentative smile in reply, nudging up into his hand as she waited for him to tell her whatever news he had to share.

It had been a couple of days since their big discussion, and the two of them were getting along far better now than they had been before. In fact, the man had been practically fawning over her.

He brought her everywhere with him, even if only to get her out of her room, and he even bothered to take her out to the courtyard or around the base to explore, simply so she could have some fun.

He also seemed to be making an effort to get to know her, slipping questions into conversations one query at a time so she hadn’t even realized he was doing it until he gifted her a package of American candy that she’d mentioned Clint getting her hooked on. Occasionally he questioned her about her powers, but he would always make sure to change the subject as soon as she started to feel uncomfortable with it.

Ross had been rather quick to figure out what she liked and disliked as well. He had started keeping little treats on his person to bribe or reward her with once he discovered that she had a sweet tooth - small hard candies or chocolates that he could slip to her for behaving well and being patient. He also took to buying her little things that he thought would make her happy or more comfortable, like scented candles or little silk flowers to brighten up her bedroom, or soft blankets for her to curl up in. He even got her a teddy bear to keep in her crate after a particularly upsetting nightmare that had woken her up screaming, so she “wouldn’t have to sleep alone.” (And she would never admit it, but having something to curl around did seem to help with the awful dreams.)

Ross even began to let her off the lead on occasion when they walked the halls, trusting her to keep pace obediently at his side without the leash to force her to heel.

He was sure to be a lot more open with her about what was going on as well, teasing that if he didn’t tell her what was happening then she’d imagine the worst and stress herself out worrying about it. And as much as she hated to acknowledge it, knowing details actually helped a lot. Wanda was no longer worried about what Ross could be plotting for her, because he always told her what was going on and why. There wasn’t the hovering fear of the unknown to fret about.

Wanda in turn had become far more comfortable with Ross: no longer watching him, tensed and ready to shy away at the first sign that he was going to reach out toward her, because she knew that he wouldn’t strike her unwarranted like her trainers had. She could trust him to be gentle.

She had quickly discovered that allowing Ross to stroke her hair actually relaxed her a great deal, and had taken to pawing gently at him for attention when she felt her nerves starting to act up. Ross, in turn, would more than happily run his fingers over her head until she was all but dozing off beneath his touch, the man seeming thrilled to finally see her so calm.

He still had trouble trying to coax her into eating more consistently, but between the anxiety medication and her much-improved outlook on her current situation, the loss of appetite was becoming less and less of a problem with each passing day.

She was finally getting better.

Ross’ hand slowed to a stop against her in distraction and Wanda tilted her head a little, humming a soft noise in question. After another quick glance down at his lap, Ross set the papers aside and turned to her, leaning over his knees and cradling her face in his hands with a gentle smile.

“Do you remember a week or so ago, when I had to go to those meetings in town? I brought you with me, and had you wait behind my desk?”

Wanda nodded.

“Well, the gentleman you said that I shouldn’t trust wanted a cabinet meeting arranged, and that’s being held a couple days from now. It’s in DC, however, so it’s likely going to be an overnight stay.”

She tilted her head a little in question as Ross took a moment to pick his next words.

“Do you want to-” he started, stopping for a second before starting over again. “Would you like to come with me? It would be a few hours in a car, and spending the night in a hotel before driving back the next morning.”

Wanda glanced down and away, uncertain, but Ross was quick to draw her gaze back.

“You can stay on base if you would rather. This is entirely up to you,” he soothed. “I just figured that you might prefer coming along with me instead of being left here with a stranger to look after you.”

Wanda hesitated for a long second, considering. As much as she hated the idea of being paraded around on a leash in public, going with him would give her a chance to see if any of her teammates had wound up in DC with the heads of government.

It was also likely that Ross would try to keep her low profile, just as he had for the other meetings, so she wouldn’t have to advertise to the world that she was little more than a house-pet.

The main concern, however, was being out in the open.

At the Compound she’d been sheltered from the outside world following Lagos, and she’d also had access to her powers for protection, she had just been banned from stepping foot outdoors. At the Raft she’d been helpless, but she’d been so far away from civilization that it hadn’t mattered. Currently she was almost as helpless, but Ross was keeping her somewhere contained and relatively safe.

In DC she would have none of that. She would be out in the open and vulnerable.

However, Ross had promised before to protect her – promised her that she was safe with him.

She would simply have to take his word on it.

Taking a slow breath to steady her nerve, Wanda nodded.

She would go to DC. She needed to see if she could find news about her teammates. In the long run, it was worth the risk.

Ross beamed down at her in reply.

“I’m glad to hear it. We could definitely use your help if something suspicious is going on,” he told her, stroking a hand over her head gently before letting her go and leaning back. “It won’t be for another few days, of course, so you have plenty of time to prepare.”

Wanda nodded, waiting by his side for a long few seconds before figuring that she was dismissed and going to settle herself back in her little patch of sun, her mind reeling.

From what she’d heard, DC was where the government of the United States was held. The place would be crawling with high-ranking politicians, especially at a meeting. If anyone would have the money and influence to purchase one of her teammates as a pet, it would be someone there.

It was her best chance to find the others.

With a little huff of breath, Wanda rested her head on her folded arms and settled down to think.

Would the others have shock collars as well? She could see the government assigning one to someone like Steve or Bucky, or perhaps even Clint, but she wasn’t sure if they would assume the need for one on someone like Scott or Sam, who really got an edge from their suit. A mistake she was hoping would come in handy should they cross paths in DC. Two Avengers versus a bunch of stuffy old politicians? They wouldn’t stand a chance in hell at stopping them.

Wanda allowed herself a little smile at that, her mind fantasizing about escaping for a few seconds before she shook the notion away.

Even if she did manage to find one of her teammates - and they somehow hadn’t been locked into a collar to ensure their cooperation - she was still wearing her own collar. The best she could do would be to hope that her teammate could carry her to safety as her collar shocked her senseless.

If they were able to get out of range, however, she might be able to get away, assuming that they weren’t pursued. She might get a chance to destroy the collar and be free.

Would Ross come after her?

Wanda rolled over, fixing her gaze on her master for a long moment, studying him.

He did seem rather fond of her, in his own way. And he’d stated point blank that he hadn’t wanted anyone else to have her. Perhaps he would try to track her down if she ran, if only to keep her to himself.

Wanda startled a little as Ross hummed out a noise in surprise, convinced for half a second that she’d been caught staring, but the man was busy examining a small booklet closely. He looked over at her after a second, his expression thoughtful.

“Come here, pet,” Ross called, patting his thigh as she perked up in question. Wanda rolled to her hands and knees once more, crawling over to the man’s side again as he thumbed a few pages back through what upon closer inspection looked like an instruction manual, settling herself beside his chair once more.

She trilled out a content little noise when he began stroking her hair again, and Ross smiled down at her affectionately.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured.

Wanda rocked up onto her knees a little, using the pretense of nuzzling up into his touch to try and see what he was reading, but Ross tilted the booklet away from her as he turned his attention to her more fully.

“Aren’t you affectionate today,” he chuckled, and Wanda let herself sink back onto her knees, biting back her disappointment so that she could flash him a slightly forced little smile.

She sent a pointed glance at the booklet before meeting his gaze, raising an eyebrow and waiting for him to tell her why he’d called her back over. Ross gave her a smile in reply, cupping her face in his hands for a second.

“If you’re interested, pet, I wanted to test something out,” he said, tucking a lock of hair back behind her ear tenderly. “You feeling brave?”

Wanda tilted her head in question, giving an uncertain little shrug in reply.

Needing to feel brave wasn’t exactly something she found comforting. Ross gave her a reassuring smile, however, holding up the little manual for example.

“I wanted to test one of the functions on your collar.”

Wanda shied back a little at that, worried. Playing with the awful device around her throat sounded like a very bad idea. She shook her head a little when he reached for her again, but the man was simply catching her face in his hands once more, stroking his thumbs over her cheeks to calm her.

”I know it sounds scary,” Ross soothed. “But if I’m reading this right, this allows me to set the collar to stop shocking you for using your powers…at least for a set amount of time.”

Wanda couldn’t help but perk up a little at that. It had been weeks since she’d been able to call on her powers, and the scarlet chaos within her was itching for release. The giddy buzz of it was practically humming through her bloodstream in anticipation.

Maybe…maybe it would be worth the risk.

Slowly she nodded, and Ross gave her a smile before gently turning her head so that he could reach the buttons on her collar.

“All right, then…just relax, this should only take a second,” he soothed, starting to punch in some long sequence.

Wanda bit her lip, wincing with every little beep that sounded and waiting for it to shock her.

“Good girl,” Ross soothed. “Almost done.”

A few more tiny beeps, immediately followed by a quick trill that set Wanda’s nerves on edge, and then Ross was drawing his hands away from her slowly.

“All right, pet” he grinned, leaning back. “That should be a minute’s worth. Try picking something up telekinetically.”

Wanda glanced around for a moment before her eyes landed on the nightstand. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerve, she took a chance, throwing caution to the wind, and for the first time in what felt like months, she summoned her powers to her fingertips.

For a split second she was frozen in terror, waiting to be shocked, but the little bubble of fright burst into absolute joy a second later when scarlet flame bloomed in her palm and she was not penalized for the action.

Wanda laughed, giddy and near dizzy with relief as she watched the crimson light crawl over her fingers, threading through the air around her in chaotic little coils.

For a long moment all she could do was stare, hardly able to believe it. The collar could truly be turned off. She’d been allowed to use her powers without being punished for it.

Even if she was kept as a pet, she had a chance to use her abilities without being brutally shocked.

The feel of someone taking hold of her hand startled her out of her thoughts, and Wanda’s powers fizzled out a little as her concentration broke. It was just Ross, however, drawing her wrist carefully into his grip.

Ross gently turned her hand over in his, so it was resting palm-up. Wanda blinked in curiosity as the man traced a finger over her open palm, seemingly fascinated by the way her swirling magic curled around his fingertips like smoke.

“That’s so strange,” he mused, tracing his touch over her hand once more and making her squirm a little as the light brush tickled her skin. “I can’t even feel it…”

Wanda watched in curiosity as the man tried to waft the little scarlet threads up into the air without success, fascination clear on his face.

“Looks like smoke,” he murmured, “but that’s not how it reacts at all.”

Humoring him, Wanda twitched her fingers a bit and sent the coils of her power spiraling lazily up into the air to wrap around his fingers. The man startled a little in surprise, but didn’t pull back as she allowed her powers to play over his hand.

“So there’s no density to it…but you could use it to hold me back if you wanted to?” he asked. “Keep me from reaching for you?”

The man extended a hand toward her as he spoke and on instinct Wanda used her powers to lock his arm in place, her fingers twisting in the air to command the scarlet threads.

“Fascinating,” the man mused, clenching and unclenching his fingers as Wanda held his wrist away from her. “How about at multiple points?”

In reply, she locked up his other hand as well when he reached for her, being very careful to be gentle lest she get in trouble, and the man blinked in surprise for a second before laughing.

“Clever little creature, aren’t you? You catch on quick. But how good are you about handling surprises?”

Wanda blinked up at him in confusion for a second, trying to figure out what he meant. The feel of something hooking under the front of her knee a second later made the pieces click into place, and Wanda let out a little yelp as Ross used his foot to try and tumble her over onto her back. She righted herself just before she fell, but her power’s hold on him slipped, and barely a heartbeat later his hands caught her shoulders, steadying her.

“Not quite,” he chuckled, stroking a few flyaway strands of hair back from her face. “So your control is linked to your concentration.”

Wanda nodded a little, hesitantly.

“Does it tire you out?” he asked, tracing his hand through the glow of her powers once more. “If you use your powers for too long?”

Wanda replied with a little shrug. She’d never really tested it. Usually it was a feeling of physical strain while using them, but that seemed to go away whenever she let the power fade.

The man nodded, watching her magic play through the air for another long second before letting out a slow breath.

“All right, pet, turn it off,” Ross instructed gently. “Your timer is running out. I don’t want you to get shocked.”

With a shuddering sigh, Wanda drew her powers back to herself, carefully snuffing them out. The chaos protested being confined once more, but Wanda was far too used to the prickling unease beneath her skin to be truly bothered by it.

Ross stroked her hair in praise once the crimson threads were gone, and Wanda had to bite back an amused little scoff as she saw his hand fall to his pocket, fishing out a candy for her.

“Good girl,” he murmured in praise, and she couldn’t help her little smile as he deposited a chocolate in her open palm, gently curling her fingers around it before releasing her wrist. Wanda drew back to examine her prize as Ross turned to search the desk for a pen, turning the little candy over in surprise. This particular chocolate was one of her absolute favorites. Ross didn’t treat her with these very often – only when she was being exceptionally good.

This was clearly meant as her reward for not lashing out with her powers while she had the chance.

Wanda dropped her gaze to the treat in content, carefully peeling the wrapper off as Ross scratched a note to himself in the instruction booklet. The man turned his attention back to her, offering a hand out for the wrapper, and Wanda was quick to pop the chocolate into her mouth before handing him the crumpled purple tinfoil.

“You haven’t been able to play with your powers for quite a while, have you?” he asked, stroking her hair gently. “Everyone’s been too afraid to give you any free rein.”

Wanda nodded a little, looking down and away. Ever since they’d been hauled off to the Raft, she’d been very strictly regulated and controlled, mercilessly prevented from calling on her powers through the most brutal methods they had.

Having Ross give her free use of them – even if only for a minute – had been nothing short of bliss.

Wanda jumped a little in fright as her collar beeped suddenly, but Ross was quick to hush her.

“That’s just the program notifying that your time is up. You’re okay, it’s not going to hurt you,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Looks like everything works just like it’s supposed to.”

Wanda offered a tentative smile, relaxing into his touch once more. The man kept petting her for a long moment, looking her over contemplatively as she savored the last bit of her chocolate.

“Well, I’m glad we got that all figured out,” Ross said at length, offering a reassuring smile. “Especially before that cabinet meeting.”

Wanda watched him fold up the booklet and tuck it into an inner pocket of his suit jacket, her brows drawing in confusion. The cabinet meeting? Going out of town seemed like the worst possible time that he could think to unlock her powers...She was far more likely to escape when she didn’t have the layers of security that the base offered. If they were already going to be in a position where it would be easier for her to run away, it didn’t make any sense for him to arm her on top of it, even if only for a set amount of time.

“But…why?” she asked, her words coming out as a nervous whisper, afraid that if she questioned, he would take the privilege away before he’d even truly granted it.

“For safety, pet. Just in case,” Ross explained. “Worst case scenario, I want you able to fight.”

“Fight…?” she questioned hesitantly. The man nodded, reaching to gently tuck a lock of her hair back behind her ear.

“Yes. If we get into a really bad situation, I don’t plan on leaving you defenseless,” he explained.” I’ll do my best to protect you, but I’m not going to leave you powerless if I can help it. That’s just asking for trouble. I want you able to fight. At least to an extent.”

She frowned a little in concern but the man stroked his thumb over her cheek, soothing the expression from her face.

“There’s nothing for you to worry yourself about, pet. Like I said, it’s purely precaution. I prefer to be over prepared going into any situation than not prepared enough should worse come to worse. I don’t plan on putting you in the field for any battles.”

Wanda nodded a little, turning her head and bumping her nose against his palm, noting that it made him smile.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he murmured, his gentle expression lingering on her for a long second. “Now… if I give you access to your powers, I can trust you not to attack me, can’t I?” he asked slowly, raising a brow at her, and Wanda swallowed nervously before forcing a nod.

“I certainly hope so,” he murmured, reaching to stroke her head once more. “Because I would very much hate to put my trust in you only for you to break it.”

Wanda let her gaze fall to the floor, feeling something like a static, embarrassed heat prickling at the back of her neck as he petted her. While he hadn’t threatened her directly, his words and tone promised something unpleasant if she broke her word, and the fact that he’d called her on her escape plan before she’d even thought to plot it out was quite mortifying.

“That’s my good girl,” Ross cooed at her, cupping his hands around her cheeks to bring her gaze up for a second before he slowly withdrew his touch. “Go on, then, pet. I’ll stop bothering you and let you nap in peace.”

Wanda nodded, fetching the little plush bear from her crate to cushion her head on before slinking back to her little patch of sunlight and curling up on the floor once again, her head reeling.

Well…that had certainly been an unexpected development.

Absently she let her fingertips brush along her collar, allowing herself a fleeting fantasy of escape before she shook the thought from her head, nuzzling her face against the teddy bear’s plush stomach and closing her eyes to nap.

After all…it didn’t do to waste time dreaming about the impossible.

With General Ross’ attention to detail, and as careful as he’d been around her, he wasn’t ever going to make enough of a mistake for her to take advantage of to escape.

Just something where team cap acknowledges what Rhodey said, what Tony and Ross say, and roll with it.
Freedom riders were criminals, gay rights activists were, and Jews, Romani... to quote Jayne Cobb, "Shiny, let's be bad guys."

Also could go dark, make it so they see no need to play nicely so to speak when they're now wanted criminals, even in their friends eyes.
Quote from Torchwood, "Well, they' re treating us like criminals, let's be criminals."

In an alternate universe where monsters are a rare but very real thing, Clint Barton never left the circus - he became their lead attraction acquirer.

The attraction in question is one comprised of monsters that he's hunted down and made "safe" for viewing/being around people (a la The Last Unicorn). This could include things such as a vampire with filed down/removed fangs, a zombie that's muzzled, a werewolf with hormone collar that prevents full transformation, etc.)

Clint is responsible for the hunting down and capturing of new monsters, as well as making them non-lethal and getting them all dolled up and cooperating for display. He is the one that takes care of and feeds them all.

The other Avengers are all the various "monsters" that Clint's brought into the collection.

Happy Halloween, kinksters!

Can I get two of the Avengers fucking in costume at/after a Halloween party?

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Prompt Post #1

Vision/Wanda, Civil War Scene - Masturbation/Voyeurism cross-post

Bucky or Natasha or Wanda or Pietro, Eastern Bloc driving culture

FILL: Processing New Data

Clint/Vision/Wanda, threesome

Re: Clint/Vision/Wanda, threesome

FILL: Shifted (35/?)

Steve/Thor, Steve/many - gangbang, cum inflation, belly kink, hole play

Nat/Wanda, roleplaying, voyeurism?

Loki, Indignities of Mortality

Re: Loki, Indignities of Mortality

Halloween at the Compound!

FILL: Seize (3/?)

Steve/Team Cap- Dark!Alpha!Steve forcibly turns his team into Omegas

Deadpool Goes Trick-or-Treating

Wanda Meets Eleven from Stranger Things

non-con, Wanda removes Tony's heart

Noncon woman turns the team into cats

Dr. Strange de-ages Team Cap

Re: non-con, Wanda removes Tony's heart

Wanda, gen, curbstomp battle

Fill: Enlisted (15a/?)

Fill: Enlisted (15b/?)

Team cap, criminals

Clint Barton - Monster Hunter AU (for the circus)

Costume Sex