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I had this idea in my head for a bit for them. But slightly AUish, Thor and Loki have to deal with some dignitaries for some reason (an alliance, whatever) and they keep flirting with Loki the whole time. Loki goes along with it so they can get what they want, but it makes Thor incredibly jealous.

Bonus points if Thor does something in his jealousy and angers the dignitary so they need to fight for Loki's honor.

Thank you!

A very emotional reunion between Tony and Bruce after Ragnarok, where they fall all over each other with affection. Ignore the rest of canon as much as you like, as long as the events of Ragnarok are acknowledged.

I'd like for them to have missed each other intensely and make it clear; a really really long hug or two; and maybe Bruce wearing Tony's clothes again. If there's sex, please have Bruce be almost touch-starved and wild for the contact.

Post Civil War, Vision and Wanda have apparently been getting rather close. And given the casting call for infinity War that went out asking for twin boys, it's not too far fetched to think that she's preggers.

I want a fic of Wanda and Vision hiding out in whatever little hotel room/cabin/apartment they've managed to find that's off the grid, and Vision trying to take care of Wanda through the early stages of pregnancy. From the first missed period through morning sickness and smell aversion and hormonal imbalance, and even to the point of making the phone call to Clint and hoping he doesn't come shoot Vision in person for knocking up his little girl.

Give me fluff! (And the occasional deliciously filthy sex scene just to round things out lol) My babies need some happiness after all the BS that they had to go through in Civil War.

(Spoilers for Infinity War trailer)

This burly, beat-up, sad, infuriated dude who the Guardians just picked up clearly needs some help. They're not sure they trust him about this story he's telling, but it's pretty clear he's been through some rough stuff. The team of a-holes finds it in themselves to be nice ... sort of ... sometimes, as they and Thor try to figure out if they can trust each other.

I'd like to see a story where these two hook up

John Garrett's system is pumping full of the new serum that has him seeing the universe.
The two little scientists on board are Coulson's pets and just tried to kill him. They're cute little things, who can't defend themselves against a normal person, let alone a super powered one.

He takes revenge on Coulson for all he's done, and on Fitz for his attempted murder, by torturing and raping Simmons. Possibly in their labs.

Bonus:

+ if Fitz is treated just the same as Simmons

++ He knows they're being recorded on security camera, knows it'll track sound and most likely they'll be watched later by SHIELD if it remains, so he makes one or both of them scream Coulson's name to hurt him.

+++ Ward doesn't try to help them, possibly taking a turn himself, but Raina is disturbed.

++++ Fitz forgets because of brain damage afterwards, and Jemma doesn't mention it until someone finds the security footage weeks later when clearing up old things.

This has been floating (hah) around my head since I saw the It remake but I have zero time to write it myself.
The Avengers all met once before as young teens in the town of Derry. Clint was with the circus, Natasha was on her first mission to determine if she was worth the time and resources needed to continue her training (might have to make her a little older than 6), Bruce's mom was making her last attempt to get away from her husband, maybe Howard was looking into some real estate and Maria thought Tony needed to hang out with regular kids, if it was a military thing Rhodey's father may have brought him along and maybe Sam's family was on a road trip and their car needs major repairs. They all start hanging out and encounter It, survive the summer, and then forget until almost 30 years later when reports of missing kids stir up the old memories and they know they have to go back.
Bonus if Steve and Bucky met It in the summer of 1930. The previous winter had been really hard on Steve and getting out of the city was supposed to do him good and Bucky had relatives in Maine.
I had figured 15 year cycles for It instead of 27 to get the time lines to work out but it doesn't really matter too much.

Avengers AU where Laura Barton grew up with the surname "Croft."

Well, hello new ship!

This was beautiful and very hot, thanks for sharing!

"What's this?" Peter said, squishing his fingers into the bubbly green substance in his bowl with an expression like he wasn't supposed to be having fun doing it, and Yondu replied, "Dictator. Eat up."

*

'Nova Corpse' went down a treat - the kid asked for seconds, and later smiled all sunshiney when he managed to get thirds into an airtight container for his emergency stash. The cooks got such a kick to hear him saying it, chirpy and innocent, they just laughed and dished up. Peter had been through two run-ins with the Nova Corps along with the rest of the crew, but the slight change in pronunciation was enough to flummox his translator and stop him making the right connection. That joke only worked in half the common languages, anyhow.

He was at an awkward age to have a fresh translator implant, and was sheltered, besides. Most kids got theirs a good few years younger, when brain and implant could develop together, and adults had a greater breadth of experience that equalled more options. Peter's limited cultural knowledge meant that the chip struggled to find understandable equivalents for anything that didn't have a direct translation, and while he seemed to have a decent vocabulary, it was drawn mostly from the lighter side of life, so here among Ravagers he had to round it out with a bunch of new words in languages he wasn't used to pronouncing. It was the least of what he needed to learn, though, and he was smart enough, judging by his more than average success with long division and fractions and all, so Little Quill and his beleaguered translator implant were just going to have to figure things out.

('Beleaguered' ... Was there a way to slip that one into conversation, sometime? Wasn't a shitty enough thing to work as one of the little mealtime lessons, though, but it was a nice word. A bit of fancy talk could get him sounding trustworthy to rich folk.)

*

"Get that sentiment in your facehole right quick and then gear up, Peter, this job nor most others ain't gonna sit around waiting until you're ready!"

The kid looked dubious like he hadn't in some time, but he gobbled the mashed yaro root as ordered.

"Music! But why?" Yondu heard Peter mutter as he rushed away from his plate and to his disguise as Adorable Kiddie Xandarian Refugee. "Why would that stuff be called the same thing as grandpa music...?"

*

"That's ravisher."

Peter's spoon slowed down for a few vital seconds, but he did it: he closed his lips around the bowl of the spoon and deposited the contents in his mouth.

"No it's not," he said. "Almost everybody's in here eating, and if they're not, they're on duty, and there hasn't been any sickness or fighting lately so nobody could have died!"

"What?!" Yondu felt affronted. "'Ravisher' sounds like 'Ravager' to you?"

The face Peter pulled was a look familiar on people struggling with the workings of their translator implants: That made no sense and you sound like a dumbass and might very well be. The two of them had to compare very slow pronunciations - slow enough that the translator didn't try and dig meaning out of it - and lip-reading to clear things up.

"No, see, I said 'ravish'. That's different. Real different. Don't go getting the wrong idea!" Shit, he really didn't want the kid to be thinking something like that. Probably his own fault for getting fancy, though—"The term's a mite old-fashioned, too."

Peter scowled. "Maybe that's why you sound like the ladies at the hairdresser talking about stupid books, and you don't read books that aren't computer-stuff or have hair at all! It's still not being translated right. This translator you put in me is dumb."

"So help it along! Don't you like doing that even when damnwell nobody asked you to poke your nose and cold sticky fingers in their business? Anyway, if you really want that thing to work, you gotta work too, like you got told at the surgery," Yondu said. "Careful if you look this word up for more detail, though. Might give you a couple nightmares, Li'l Quill."

"As if! I'm not some kind of baby!" Peter slopped down another spoonful as Yondu laughed, because that was news to him. "All I have to know is, this tastes fine! Delicious, even!"

"Delectable," Yondu said, as a challenge. Those generally tended to get the kid out of his tantrums.

It worked, Peter's glare fading a little into a thoughtful look. "Tasty?"

"Oh, psshht. Try again. Put in effort."

"Superb! Like the cooks have outdone themselves. And, and flavourful," he said defiantly, earning seconds.

*

"I think I've decided I don't want ... traffic," Peter said, and then upped the confidence in his voice. "It isn't good for Earthlings, I bet. Allergies can even kill you. Did you know that? They're real dangerous, sometimes. And that's such a weird name, why's it called something like that when it just looks like rice?"

Down the table, someone sniggered. Peter couldn't know it was aimed at him, but glanced that way in any case.

"The word's 'trafficking', not traffic! And who gives a shit about wanting this or that? Your choice to starve if that's really how your mood takes you. What kinda lessons you been downloading, anyway? Learning so slow..." Yondu growled to himself. "Go on, then, eat up your turncoat. Wasting food and money..."

*

The moment came at last:

"It is so not called 'prissiness'!" Peter jumped up onto the bench and waved around his cutlery, the better to get declamatory. "I knew it! I knew it! That's why you never let me order takeout! You were all telling me the wrong names for food and I could so tell! And this time it's because you're all super mega gross!"

Lucky he'd figured it out now, rather than when they were teaching him words for 'traitor'.

"I'm gonna go wash my hands, just watch!"

"Lads! Get him!" Tullk yelled, laughing, and other easily-entertained crewmates jumped up and ran for Peter from all across the canteen. The shrill he let out could have been genuine fear or the kind he got from parachuting. He legged it for the door that led to the closest bathroom, then doubled back because a few of his pursuers had that entrance staked out. For a second it looked like he was trying to get a run-up so that he could do his normal dumb thing of tackling people three times his size. Instead, Peter's steps stuttered and he ran for a different door - one that would lead to his favourite bolthole.

"Are you giving up, boyo?" Tullk shouted.

Kraglin had been neglecting his own food to watch the runaround, grinning when Peter screeched and had to wriggle away from a grab. "He's got cleaning solutions stored up thataway from his chores," he called out, and the chase was on again. Self-satisfied, he righted himself on the canteen bench and tucked back in.

Yondu scowled. "Li'l Quill is prissy."

"Makes him better at being Adorable Lost Rich Kiddie Xandarian," Kraglin said, being the crew's home-planet expert on the topic of Xandarians. "Oh, and, you oughta know, Captain - his accent's better, too. Sounds like plenty of kids from satellite colonies by now. The type that's from a family that's probably not the most fashionable, but still trying. Pretty convincing."

There, see? If Yondu were a measure of drunk, he might have jumped on the bench just like the kid had, so he could announce: Plenty of uses to get out of Little Quill. Being sober, he could think over the past few months and realise with satisfaction that the crew had grown used to having Peter around, and there was no need anymore to regularly list the reasons for the situation. Why, they were pretty much used to having him in one piece by now, and no longer tried to tease or trick the smaller pieces off of him.

Peter tore through the canteen with his sudsy, pinkly scrubbed little paws held high in the air. Some of the boys jogged in after him, hooting and promising to get him later, laughing as they went to their vacated seats and settled back into their meals.

*

The canteen was a place for all kinds of talk. It might be the easiest place to relax on board, outside of the most grogged-up ho-downs where everybody agreed that they weren't really themselves anyhow. You could choose to get your nutrition done in silence, or to root out the couple of people you felt weren't scum and sit with them, or stick with your most regular, known, and trusted workmates.

Some people liked Little Peter Quill outright, and sat next to him more than others did. Nothing to complain about there - it kept those who didn't like him further out of annoyance-range. It meant the kid got more lessons of the kind he needed, either from tales told about big jobs or from somebody deciding they had wisdom to share. A surprising amount of what Peter had brought along Terra was useful, not least of which the stubbornness, and even the way he kept babbling stories, so that Yondu kept finding he was adapting faster than you'd expect - but there was always the harder, tougher, darker stuff.

Which was what was going on now. Nothing to object to, Yondu thought as he listened to Peter and one of the engine jockeys. What better time than mealtime to give a lesson in recognising and using poisons? The offer to sell him some to boot, that was downright giving.

The kid ran to get some of his loot for trade practically as soon as the offer was made. And the look on his face when he'd realised the offer was serious - mad and miserable... He must have somebody in mind for trying out that poison on.

Captain and crewmate exchanged looks, surprised and taking stock. Seemed like he wasn't the only one who hadn't thought the kid would take to the idea like it was a shiny toy, especially after the descriptions of poison making you turn colours and go squishy in odd spots and foam at the mouth. Yondu got up and left his own plate of food cooling on the table, too.

If he hadn't left as fast as he did, he might not have found Peter. It seemed he had a new hidey-hole, and yet another one that was at a blind spot for the central cameras. Or, give the sneak his due, it might be an old one that Yondu was only catching on to now. Peter saw Yondu jogging up to him, but he kept pulling out enough belongings to match payment for the poison.

There was a railing opposite Peter's hole in the wall, and Yondu leaned against it heavily. He stared at the ceiling a while, but when he looked down, it was in a steady way. He felt serious about this. Could as well show it. "Peter. Seems to me, you got a grudge you want to go to work on."

He pulled out a little jewel, looking at it in the pretence of having an experienced assessor's eye, holding it up without bothering particularly to check how it refracted light. "Yeah, well ... what's a grudge?"

"That's when you're real pissed off for a long time. You're still as mad about some specific thing on day one hundred as you were on day one."

You could see it when knowledge settled and seeded in the kid. He went solemn and nodded, he squinted and turned new info over all cute and suspicious, or he jumped into using it without letting another second pass. Peter went from uncertain to arguing his case. "It's not like you can let that kind of thing slide," he said hotly, whirling around to face Yondu. "You have to establish your name. Your reputation, and all that stuff, so you're not a dirtscraper and a bottom feeder."

True. That was all perfectly unarguable.

Yondu was going to argue.

At least the kid expected it of him.

"I don't think that's a real great idea," he said. "See, you kill somebody, and they get to be your new best friend."

"Oh, no way--" Peter began, but when he met Yondu's gaze he went quiet.

There. His unexpected supply of serious was coming across. "You're going to be comparing people to the first one you killed all your life. Big step to take. That's a face you're going to see in front of you for years and years and years. Awake and dreaming. Gonna think about 'em so much it's like they're someone you still talk to. Lasts longer than a grudge would, almost just like a real good friend."

It didn't work that way for most people Yondu knew. 'Good riddance' was the majority opinion among the killers of his acquaintance when it came to their targets - he didn't have much of an affinity for the kind of people who didn't have proper reason for murdering. Some did regret, though, sighing over their drinks about the same old things every other time you sat beside them, and Peter... Look at the kid guarding his backpack of useless goodies like they were his life support, how he clung to every story his corner of Terra had produced. The boy was awful likely to carry it with him if one of his tantrums led to a death. He'd remember it like he would remember first kisses, first solo flight ... whatever kids did, first of all sorts of shit, as Peter was pretty much only a couple of scuffs distant from brand new. Shouldn't this kind of first count for more than whatever people spouted off around the canteen so they sounded pretty cool?

"My mom was my best friend," Peter murmured, and then off-handedly added, "I know that's lame, shut up." He was so deep in thought he didn't notice Yondu scowling in response--what's the point of keeping a kid around if you can't tease them into a tizzy? "I'm not going to think about some jerk the way I think about Mom. Uuughh, having him in my head all the time? No way. I guess I can see what you mean ... that it could bug somebody a lot. Killing."

He glanced at the jewel in his hand, put it away and closed up his hidey-hole by sliding a loose wall-slat into place and screwing it shut. As he worked, he spoke. "But what about when I do have to shoot a person, and not just get one shot so I can make a distraction? Or ... you know ... knife them, or use poison, or whatever."

Thank fuck, they were back to the easy stuff. "Protect yourself, that's the certain thing. If you know for sure somebody's trying to end you--you end them first, any way you can. If it's crew, and you can get to me before any killing, that's what you do. Depending on circumstances, it might still be fair to offer you a shot at 'em after, but that's my job to take care of, in the end. And aside from protecting yourself, you have to decide. What do you think you're willing to protect, and how much do you want to do for the sake of that protecting? The crew, a score, and yeah, your reputation. All of that - all of what's in your life and somebody might want to take. Think on it."

"It has to be worth getting what's pretty much a new best friend." His hands were on the walkman, as he whispered, and his face paler by the end.

Well, that was done, Yondu decided, and made haste to get back to proper business: "And announcing that about your mama, of all people - you ain't wrong when you say it makes you sound pretty lame."

"Takes one to know one," Peter said, and amazingly, he was still not embarrassed. He rolled his eyes as he stuck his hands in his pockets and walked over to Yondu.

"I'm just telling the plain truth, here. Providing corroboration for your statement, even. It really, truly is lame."

"So's your face."

"What? I'll have you know, I'm as pretty as an angel!"

Peter went still like a man springing an ambush, and oh-so-slowly his head came up. He looked at Yondu with a gaping mouth, consternation pushing his eyebrows together.

"This translator implant really isn't working right! Aw, man, dogwhore fuckdammit. Yondu, we gotta go get it fixed, come on. Or it's gonna take even longer before I get in on one of the really cool jobs!"

"Nah, boy." Yondu had to drop his face into his hand so he didn't start lauging until he wheezed, but kept it together enough to give the kid only a teensy whack on the back, so as to avoid launching a whining session. It was nice to have Peter here with him, listening without having to be yelled at, and trustful, pretty much. "You're learning up just the way you ought to."

OP
So happy to see this is still being updated. I plan to stay tuned for more and I can't wait!

The team thinks Tony's wild and destructive behavior is mainly due to a poor childhood. So Bruce comes up with a way to get Tony to experience a happy childhood by de-aging him to a baby and having him grow slowly back into an adult, but a better more controlled adult since he'd have a better childhood. They all think it's a great idea, but when they propose it to Tony, he's totally against it; peeved that they want to do this to him and that they don't accept him as he is now. But in the end they don't take no for an answer and instead force him into the machine/device/whatever that will de-age him into a baby all while yelling "No!" at them. They still think this is for the best, as Steve informs him.
As a baby he has his adult mentality which fights them, but it's easily overshadowed by the baby side of him. And the more they treat him like a baby, the less of his adult mentality comes through until it's just gone and he has a baby mentality completely.
The team give him the best childhood, making him a happy baby. He refers to them as uncles and aunts when he's capable of talking. The team has a good time raising him.
Eventually when he's an adult he has a different personality than he had in the beginning; the type of personality that the team is happier for and are glad that the old Tony is gone. He still refers to them as uncles and aunts.
Rhodey can either be in on this or against this. By against this I mean he never knew about the de-aging, so when he sees baby Tony he doesn't realize it's him. When he meets the changed Tony as an adult, he learns the truth then and is angry and saddened that he lost the old Tony.

Anything where the Avengers are just sick, disgusting people who get off on causing pain and suffering. I don't have any particular triggers beyond graphic animal death, so go wild.

If you want to include newer Avengers or non-Avenger heroes too, go for it.

+++ They're still superheroes and all their sadism is limited to their personal lives and to battles where the damage would be covered up by other issues. Bonus if SHIELD covers for them or actively helps.

++++++ "Leftovers" are given to the Hulk to play with.

+++++++++ There's a lot of focus on their really sick kinks, like pedophilia (extremely underage is totally fine), bestiality, and/or snuff.

Thank you to anyone who considers filling this!

Any M/M, Vocaloid song prompt, abusive relationship, additional rape/noncon and necrophilia

Okay, so maybe I have a bit of a kink for abusive relationships, and I may have been listening to a couple of Vocaloid songs about an abusive relationship a little too much.

I want something that goes along with these two songs: Scrumize and Suji

Like I said, it's about an abusive relationship, Scrumize is from the victim's pov and Suji is from the abuser's pov. In the end, the victim died and the abuser does some necrophilia on the victim's corpse. (I'd like the death to stay, but without the necrophilia though)

Somehow, spytastically, Fury found out about HYDRA puppeteering SHIELD, and in running into information about the Winter Soldier(s), also found trigger words that activate/deactivate Bucky. So when the assassin came for him, he could control him ... but then he tried to help the man get his humanity back.

Fury becomes the person who Bucky, barely free of Winter Soldier programming, mostly trusts to direct him. Steve finds out and has complicated feelings all over both of them - missing the Bucky he knew, resenting Fury (for Bucky and the SHIELDRA mess), exchanging hurt/comfort and intense support all around because it's a difficult situation. Or, porn with Fury tenderly directing the threesome, with allusions to all the complicated feelings, but ultimately positive.

Kinkwise: please no spanking or fisting, a bit of praise kink could be nice, especially if it comes after some punishment kink. If the Winter Soldier behaves ferally at times, that would also be good.

What I want is Sam and Scott together (civil war need not apply, so can be au or whatever), in a relationship (up to anon exactly what kind), but with Sam being the dominant partner, and for him to, on a whim, just gag Scott, as in He wakes up to find Scott drooling on his pillow and decides he'd look better drooling round the new shiny ball gag he picked up just the other day, or he wants to be able to grab Scott throughout a 'date night' for a facefuck so he ring gags him. Scott arrives home all talkative and loud and Sam just wants five miniutes peace.

Literally anything and any reason goes, and if somehow you can include some public gagging Ii'd be so grateful.

and a plus if Scott has to go fight crime gagged because Sam doesn't have time to remove it and everyone teases Scott for being so quiet.

I also want some fluff. I enjoy Sam being sweet to Scott, but I want it on his terms, not Scotts.

Thank you

Scott was flustered meeting Team Cap during Civil War because he'd gotten off to fantasies of them so many times.

Yesssssss

Bucky grew up certain Steve would differentiate as an Alpha, and Bucky an Omega. He was right about Steve, but unfortunately: Bucky's a beta. I want lots of love and angst that Bucky can't be what Steve needs. I want a subby as hell Bucky that thinks like an Omega, and is so so frustrated that his body just won't GET with the program. Examples of things I'd die for: Bucky who fights tooth and nail to be able to take Steve's knot (Alphas can only come when tied?), even though it hurts like hell no matter how much prep Steve gives him. A Bucky who physically cannot come while there's a knot in him, who tries and tries any way. A Bucky who goes out dancing with Omegas so he can come home covered in their scent for Steve. I want a Steve that always accepts Bucky as his mate, even if they can't bond ("who cares, Buck. You're my mate, doesn't matter what you've got between your legs"), or properly tie, or even fuck ("I don't wanna hurt you. I don't need to come, Buck, it's fine"). I want Steve going into rut and Bucky sobbing because he can't heat up to match Steve. I JUST WANT HELLA ANGST AND GENDER DYSPHORIA AND LOVE CONQUERING ALL TBH.

Extra mega bonus points for Bucky doing traditionally "Omega "things, regardless of there being no biological reason for it, i.e.: settling when Steve squeezes his neck, going wild for being bitten on the neck even though there's no bonding gland, etc.

no Steve/Tony romantic relationship.

Tony and Steve have always butted heads and one day Tony just has enough of their captain and departs from the team for a while.
He does his own thing as Iron man for a while, then he gets a call from a teammate insisting he has to see Steve cause something terrible happened to him, but he refuses to say what. Tony is still pissed at him, but it's hard for him to deny that he's a little concerned. And when he goes to the team, they direct him to a pool where he sees Steve swimming in it as a merman. At first he thinks it's a joke they're playing or some trick to get him back on the team, but then he gets proof that it's real, and naturally he's shocked and fascinated.

Merman Steve behaves like a merman. He can't speak human and he has no recollection of who any of them are or that he was once human. As far as he's concerned these humans are dangerous and he's willing to attack if they near him, especially Tony and he doesn't know why.
The team explain whatever happened to make Steve a merman and ask Tony to fix it. In the end, Tony ends up smuggling Steve home, after creating a large enough aquarium. Merman Steve expresses his distrust of Tony who is frustrated at the whole thing, but also fascinated by the creation of a merman, even though it's created out of a man he tends to hate. Still he takes care of Steve while trying to find a way to restore him.
Steve never remembers who Tony is while being a merman, but the longer their time together he starts to trust this odd human.

Poor Wanda.

Preferably our glasses wearing non powered peter but I'm not picky
Green goblin/villian Peter is great
Obsessive/creep Harry who tries to buy Peter's love or kidnap him is ✓✓✓

Wanda sat curled under the hot spray of the shower, sobbing.

Ross was furious with her.

He'd been kind to her before, but she'd likely blown her chance at that compassion and leniency continuing. She'd taken advantage of his sympathy, and that was something he wasn't likely to forget.

She'd be lucky if he didn't send her back to the Raft for re-training.

The mud from her falls had washed off easily, but the scrapes had taken far longer to rinse out, and she hadn’t even dared to touch her neck where the collar had shocked her. The hot water running over it was painful enough.

She was completely cleaned up now, but couldn’t seem to get her emotions under control enough to pull herself together, and Ross had allowed her as long as she needed, so Wanda didn’t intend to budge until she could present herself again without sobbing.

She’d already made enough of an idiot of herself for one day.

She stared blankly at the water as it ran down the drain, her exhaustion starting to catch up to her through the pain.

The rough, frigid ache in her nose and throat from breathing in the cold night air had thankfully been soothed by the steam of the shower, but she still felt stomach-sick with fright, and her muscles were beginning to throb in protest at the strain she’d put them through.

Sniffling, Wanda forced herself to work a bit of shampoo through her hair, the pretense of still cleaning herself taking the edge off her nerves.

She would have to face him eventually. She couldn’t stay in the shower for the rest of her life, although she was rather tempted to spend the night in there, at least so she was sure that her disobedience would not be quite so fresh in Ross’ mind.

With a trembling sigh, Wanda leaned her head into the shower spray and began to rinse the soap away, focusing on taking deep, slow breaths.

Perhaps she had cost enough that he wouldn’t hit her too hard for fear of damaging her.

She stalled for another long few minutes, trying to calm her nerves, before gritting her teeth in determination and shutting off the water. Wanda carefully wrung out her hair before grabbing her towel, wrapping the soft terrycloth around herself, and carefully drying the water from her scrapes.

It wasn’t until she was mostly dry, however, that she realized she didn’t have a change of clothes in the room with her.

For a long moment she just stood, staring back at her reflection in the fogged over mirror, at a complete loss for what to do.

Taking a slow breath to steady her nerve, Wanda wrapped the towel tightly around her middle and moved toward the bathroom door, slowly unlocking it and turning the handle.

She peeked out into the room with her nerves twisted into a prickling knot, finding Ross standing at the window with his back to her.

"On the bed," he said, not turning around, and Wanda slowly crept over to find that he'd already laid out clothes for her.

It was one of the soft shirts and pairs of sweatpants that he’d gotten for her as pajamas, and Wanda scooped them into her arms with a final glance at the man before locking herself back in the bathroom to get changed. Taking this as a sign that she was going to be sent back to bed after whatever was going to be done to punish her, Wanda took the time to work a comb through her hair before deciding she was ready to face Ross again.

She stood at the door for a long second, dreading what awaited her, before she managed to gather up enough courage to turn the handle and step out into her room once more.

Ross was still standing at the window, staring out into the night with an unreadable expression on his face, and Wanda fidgeted where she was for a long second, looking around as she waited for him to acknowledge her.

He’d apparently put her room back into order while she was in the shower, because everything was back in its proper place, neatened and straightened out, and her crate was even set back in the corner, the blanket tucked in over the dog bed and the little stuffed bear propped against the bars.

The sound of the man clearing his throat made her startle hard in surprise.

Ross turned around slowly, giving her a long look up and down, evaluating, then crooked a finger at her and moved to stand by the bed. Swallowing hard, Wanda hesitantly obeyed, eyeing him warily as she tried to gage just how close he wanted her to come.

"Sit,” he ordered her, voice soft but permitting no argument as he patted the mattress.

Wanda froze up a little at that, shooting him a worried look. The man didn’t waver, however, and with a final little whimper that went ignored she slowly crawled up onto the bed, moving to sit obediently by him with her head hanging, her legs tucked up under her and her hands pinned between her thighs.

Ross watched her get herself settled for a long moment before he reached for her, and Wanda got out a little squeak of terror as she felt his hand close around her collar. She didn’t get a chance to resist as he drew her onto her side, however, pinning her so that she was lying across the bed.

Wanda struggled against him on instinct, but a sharp word from the man froze her in fright. Ross let her collar go once she was still, moving instead to grab her wrists and pin her arms gently above her head. Once he had her hands trapped, he shifted her a little bit at a time until she was lying flat on her back, blinking up at him in mild terror.

Lying like this, she felt incredibly vulnerable: the combination of instincts from having her belly showing and the mental feedback from being laid out helplessly with her hands restrained both causing an itching uneasiness to crawl over her skin and make her want to strike out and escape.

She squirmed in his hold, but that only made things worse as she realized just how helpless she was in this position. She couldn't break his grip and get away.

"Be still," he scolded her softly as she let out another whimper in protest. “You and I are going to have a little talk.”

She blanched at that, horror winding like ice through her chest.

Wanda shook her head a little, more instinct than thought, and the man hushed her again.

“No, you aren’t getting out of this,” he murmured, adjusting his hold on her wrists. “What you did was inexcusable. I need some answers from you.”

She didn’t realize that he’d dragged over a chair until he sat down in it, and her breath hitched in fright as she felt his gaze sweep over her, analyzing.

If he wanted to hit her, she couldn’t defend herself. Her face and belly were entirely unprotected.

She tried to draw her legs up a little, prepared to curl into a ball to protect herself if he tried to strike her, but Ross gave her knee a sharp tap with the order “no, keep your legs down” and Wanda obeyed with a pitiful whine of fright.

Her breath was coming in sharp, panicked little pants by the time he made a point of catching her gaze, but to her surprise he no longer looked angry.

“Breathe,” he ordered her, his voice losing a little of its earlier harshness.

Wanda obediently took a deep breath, the inhale shuddering over her lips before she released it as a sharp huff. Her next breath was practically a sob, and Wanda closed her eyes in frightened misery.

“Again.”

Wanda repeated the action, a bit more steadily this time, and the end of her exhale turned into a whine as she felt Ross’ hand settle on her stomach.

“Hush, pet. Calm down. Take another deep breath for me.”

Wanda forced another slow breath, trying to bite back her tears as he drew his hand away.

The feel of his fingers tracing along her scraped arm a second later startled a little squeak out of her, and she instinctively tried to draw her arms in close to her chest, but his grip on her wrists was far too firm for her to break it.

Ross examined her injury for a long second, curling his fingers beneath her elbow and rotating the limb a little so he could better see it. He prodded the surface gently, making her squirm to get away, before apparently satisfying himself with the state of that particular wound and moving on.

He hushed her when she whined pleadingly, ignoring her protests as he gently uncurled her hand to check over the splinters embedded there.

“Some of those are in pretty deep,” he murmured, stroking a thumb over the part of her palm where it ached the most. “We’ll see what can be done about those tomorrow. Where else are you hurt?”

Wanda turned her head away, worrying her lip a little and refusing to answer as he looked her over once more.

His fingers prodding her scraped knee through her sweatpants made her yelp in surprised pain, and she tried to recoil slightly, only to receive another sharp command to “be still.”

She fidgeted a little in discomfort as he drew her pant leg up, the man frowning at her scraped knee for a moment before smoothing the fabric back into place.

She cringed as he rested his hand back on her stomach, and Ross drew back with a little frown.

“Why do you keep flinching?” he asked quietly, more to himself than her, reaching for her belly once more. Her voice choked in her throat as the man grabbed the hem of her shirt, but to her surprise he didn’t immediately draw it up.

Wanda swallowed hard as Ross glanced back up at her with a concerned little frown.

“Can I look?”

She forced a little nod, her trainer’s reminder that pets had no say in what their owners wanted to do to them ringing in her ears, and scrunched her eyes closed as Ross gently drew the cloth up to examine her stomach.

“Nothing that I can see,” he muttered, fingers tracing over her skin. “Are you hurt, or just not feeling well?”

Wanda turned her head away once more, blinking quiet tears from her blurring vision, and Ross drew her shirt back down with a sigh.

She choked a little in fear when he took hold of her shock collar, trying to twist away from him in rising panic, but the man simply drew the collar aside to check her throat, tsking a little as he ran a thumb over the electrical burns that were beginning to bloom red on her skin.

“We’ll have to get those looked at, too,” he murmured. “The voltage shouldn’t have been anywhere near high enough to burn you.”

Wanda blinked glassy eyes up at him in misery as he drew back with a sigh, his fingers tracing gently over her head and back through her hair.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and Wanda swallowed hard, the praise feeling jarringly undeserved.

She watched as he settled himself back in his chair, adjusting his grip on her wrists once more before meeting her gaze.

“Now,” he started, raising an eyebrow at her. “I’ve got a couple questions for you.”

Wanda choked a little in fright, a whimpering plea for mercy caught in her throat as she shook her head.

His first question, however, took her by surprise.

“Are you okay?”

She stared at him for a long while in quiet confusion, and after a moment he clarified.

“You aren’t injured, besides the scrapes and splinters? Nobody here tried to hurt you?”

Wanda shook her head a little in confusion, noting that a bit of the tension in the man’s shoulders relaxed as she did, and reminded herself not for the first time that she had been a very, very expensive purchase.

“That’s good,” he said, voice silky and quiet, almost as if he were pleased with her, but his words were colored with undertones of something dark…something that felt threatening. “Next question.”

Wanda swallowed hard, feeling her breathing speed up a touch as Ross leaned close, his face stony.

"Why did you run?" he demanded in a measured tone.

Wanda let out a choked little whimper in reply, turning her head aside as best she could.

"No," he scolded, taping a finger on her wrist in reprimand. "That's not how this works. You look at me, and you give me an actual answer. Why did you run?"

Well, so much for my emotions being under control, Wanda thought bitterly as she felt tears welling up in her eyes again.

She forced another slow breath, fighting against her training as best she could as her body tried to make her burst into tears once more – her only defense against the swell of negative emotions that was trying to drown her.

“Wanda.”

"Because I am a fool," she choked out, blinking hot tears to run over her temples and hating how weak she was.

But the man shook his head.

"I'm not buying that."

Wanda looked up at him helplessly for a long moment, head reeling as she wondered what kind of an answer he could possibly want.

She cringed back on instinct when he reached for her, but Ross just caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze for a long second.

"I know you. You're clever. Far too clever to try something like that without incentive and at least a chance at success," he murmured, letting her chin go to smooth her hair back from her face.

Wanda closed her eyes, feeling another tear run hot over her temple as she let out a shuddering breath before glancing back up at him. But to her surprise, he didn’t look angry with her.

"Did something happen to make you want to run?" Ross asked her gently. "Or was it just because the keys were there and you felt like trying your luck?"

"You left the keys," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I thought I could make it out of range before I was missed."

"Pet, the range on that collar is more than fifty miles."

Wanda flinched, looking away, but brought her gaze back up to his with a whine when he scolded "eyes up."

The man’s expression was surprisingly gentle when she met his gaze once more.

“Fifty miles is a long way to run, pet,” he told her gently. “And even if you had made it out of range, you wouldn’t have been off the radar. I can still find you, within fifty miles or not.”

Wanda narrowed her eyes a little in disbelief and the man let out a sigh, leaning a bit closer.

"I hate to be the one to tell you this…but they put a tracking chip in you," he said gently.

Wanda felt her stomach cinch tight in icy horror.

No.

No, they couldn’t have…

Ross must have seen the dismay on her face, because he stroked her hair back soothingly, pity in his expression.

“You can’t ever truly run away, pet.”

Wanda let out a pitiful little whine, looking away once more as her eyes flooded with tears.

She didn’t remember getting a tracking chip put in at the Raft. Ross could be lying.

But why would he lie about something like that? He hadn’t lied to her about anything else…and she’d certainly been drugged unconscious enough times at the prison for them to have done whatever the hell they wanted to her.

A little sob tried to escape her lips, and she took a slow breath to calm herself down, her mind reeling.

They’d put a tracking chip in her somewhere, and she didn’t know where. She could never escape, because even if she was out of range of the collar, they could still find her, no matter where she hid. She wouldn’t even be safe with Vision or Steve or any of the others, because the UN could find her and get her friends in trouble for helping her.

She couldn’t go undercover with SHIELD either, or even go near Clint’s family for fear of giving their location away. She was a danger to them.

God…

She’d been chipped like a fucking dog.

Another choking sob caught her by surprise, and Wanda closed her eyes to avoid the pitying look that Ross was giving her.

"Ssh," he murmured, stroking his thumb over her wrist. "Calm down, pet. Deep breaths."

She tried to obey, forcing a long inhale that burned as she filled her lungs, but her shuddering exhale was followed by another sharp sob that she couldn’t choke back.

“Calm down,” he repeated gently, stroking her hair back once more. “You aren’t being punished any more tonight.”

But she should be. They both knew that full well, and she couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t simply given her a beating yet. Did he have something worse in store? Was he going to sell her?

Was he going to send her back to the Raft for re-training?

The thought brought another pathetic, terrified sob to her lips, and she tried not to cringe as she felt Ross rub a little circle on her belly.

“Ssh, Wanda, it’s all right.”

She shook her head a little, closing her eyes tight, and the man stroked her hair once more.

“I promise you, it’s all right,” Ross said gently. “I’m not mad at you. And I think you’ve been punished plenty for what you did.”

Wanda looked up at him in disbelief, her throat tight.

He couldn’t possibly be suggesting that something as superficial as a spanking would serve as penance for what she’d done…?

But he was looking down at her gently, his expression radiating pity as he stroked her hair.

“I just need you to be good for me, okay?” he prompted.

And just like that, she was back at the Raft, her body chilled with fear and hearing the trainer’s voices on repeat in her head as they instructed her to be a good pet between brutal shocks.

She nodded hard, the motion making her dizzy, until Ross’ hand stroking over her head stilled her.

“Okay. That’s all I needed. Good girl,” he soothed, that little curl of concern back in his voice. “Try to calm down, pet.”

Another tiny sob escaped her lips without permission, and Wanda let out a frustrated whine as tears burned tight in the back of her throat. For some reason that she couldn’t fathom, her emotions were reacting to his soothing words by making her more upset.

None of this made sense.

She was being bad. He should be scolding her, not comforting her.

She needed to be good to earn that comfort.

Wanda tried to lean into his fingers as he stroked her once more, her stomach clenching a little in rising fear when she was unable to cuddle into his touch. She couldn’t move enough from where she was lying to reach him properly.

She was supposed to be a good pet. She was supposed to nuzzle into his touch and show him affection. If she didn’t she would be hurt.

But she couldn’t move.

He was holding her back, just like the trainers did when they made her whimper and beg to get close enough for her to lean into their rough, uncaring pats. Forcing her to misbehave so they would have a reason to punish her for not doing as she was supposed to…so they could laugh as she fought for the chance to rub against their ankles, desperately trying to avoid another brutal shock.

She couldn’t pull away, because he was too strong, and she couldn’t struggle because struggling against your master was bad and she was trying so hard to be good…

Wanda didn’t realize she was gasping until the man pressed a hand to her collarbone, adding enough pressure to forcibly slow her breathing.

“Wanda, Wanda,” he pleaded. “Sweetheart, calm down. Don’t cry, you’re okay.”

The man reached to stroke her cheek and the second he let go of her wrists she took hold of his hand, bringing it to her face so that she could nuzzle against his fingers desperately, trying to be good. Ross went stiff when she did, and for a second Wanda choked in fright, terrified that she’d done something wrong.

Waiting for the collar to go off.

The man was watching her with a look that was about half pity and half horror when she glanced up, and she felt her eyes flood as she gently nudged into his touch again, pleading with him to let her be good like she’d been taught. Like he’d asked her to be.

Ross slowly curled his hand around to cup her cheek, stroking his thumb over her skin, and Wanda went limp with relief, pressing herself into his touch. The man let out a slow breath, his expression almost sad as he looked her over.

“Easy, now,” he murmured. “It’s all right, you’re okay.”

She let out a soft whine, reaching for him, an all-too familiar terror caught in her throat as she waited to see if her begging would result in a half-hearted cuddle or a brutal slap away.

The man looked confused for a second, but to her relief he shifted from his chair to the mattress beside her, drawing her up against his side. Wanda sobbed again, and Ross stroked a hand over her head as she curled into him. The relief at being allowed movement, at being able to be a good pet, washed over her with a static, prickling coolness that made her shiver.

Fuck, they’d conditioned her well…

Loathing how weak she was, Wanda nuzzled into Ross’ touch, desperate for comfort though she couldn’t pin down quite why. The man obliged, but far more hesitantly than normal, his concerned little frown making Wanda uneasy.

“Okay, pet…you’re all right. Quiet down, now.”

Wanda roughly scrubbed some of the tears from her cheeks, curling against him as she took deep breaths, trying to obey. She still wasn’t sure what was going on. At the Raft, she would have been brutally beaten by this point. But Ross didn’t seem interested in that.

He wasn’t hitting her, so perhaps he was giving her a chance to apologize. To beg for his mercy.

Wanda realized with a jolt that she’d yet to show that she was sorry for running, and that familiar panic hit her once more, chilling her to the bone and choking the breath from her lungs.

Her first attempt at a plea got caught in her throat, and instead came out as a breathy whine.

“Pet,” Ross murmured with a little frown, his hand stilling on her head, and the fact that he’d stopped stroking her was enough to drive her panicked thoughts into action.

“I’m-” she choked out, caught between the need to beg forgiveness and the need to be a good pet and not speak, and she swallowed hard, her throat aching.

“What’s that?” the man asked, leaning in a little, and that was all the permission that she needed to start babbling apologies.

“…sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she cried, blinking tears into his jacket as she clung to the material, trying to press herself close to him. “Please, I’m sorry…”

“Wanda,” he soothed, sliding his hand down to knead gently at the back of her neck as he tried to calm her. “Don’t cry, pet. Just take a deep breath for me.”

She obeyed more from habit than an effort to calm herself, her chest still heaving in panic. He wasn’t giving her any clues, and she was getting lost. Did he want her to speak? To nuzzle into his touch? To bring him a lash or something to hit her with, like the trainers always did? Was she earning herself more punishment by stalling?

She flinched back hard as Ross lifted a hand, and glanced up sharply to find the man giving her a look that was almost hurt.

“Pet, I’m not going to hit you,” he murmured, slowly lowering his hand to stroke her head. “Shhh…don’t be scared. You’re safe.”

And that didn’t make sense either. He should have been furious with her, not cuddling and soothing her like she was some frightened child. Wanda shook her head with a whine when Ross took hold of her shoulders, but let him press her onto her back once more without a fuss.

“Hush, pet,” Ross chided gently, stroking a tear from her cheek. “You’ve learned your lesson, and you know there’s no point repeating your mistakes. No need to be this upset.”

Wanda sniffled back her tears as best she could, letting her head lean into his hand as she tried to calm herself down.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, begging, but the man just hushed her, stroking her hair.

"I know,” he murmured. “Don’t cry. You’re a good girl. You just made a mistake.”

Wanda nodded a little, feeling wretched, and bit her tongue to keep from protesting the description. She wasn’t good. She was bad. Wasn’t that was Stark had told her teammates, after Ultron? That they shouldn’t keep her because she was evil?

“Hush, pet,” Ross murmured, stroking her hair back as she choked on a little sob. “Just take a nice, deep breath for me. That’s it, calm down.”

Wanda focused her attention on taking deep, slow breaths, her eyes scrunched closed as Ross rhythmically stroked her head.

She felt wrung-out emotionally, as well as physically exhausted.

Everything hurt.

And she was still sobbing like a frightened child.

“That’s it, pet. Just breathe,” Ross coaxed once more, brushing her hair back from her face. “Poor thing.”

It took her a good few minutes to run her tears dry and choke back her sobs into the occasional sniffle, and Ross didn’t move an inch the whole time, petting her gently and offering the occasional soothing word. She looked up sharply when he finally did move, whimpering a little in question as he shifted to better face her.

“Do you want one of your anxiety pills?” he asked gently, still stroking her hair over and over, coaxing her calm as best he could.

Wanda shook her head a little, letting herself relax back into his touch.

“You sure?” he offered again. “I don’t need you stressing yourself sick over this.”

She nodded, letting her eyes close as she rolled on her side to face him once more and felt his hand drop down to her back. The fact that he wasn’t punishing her was relief enough.

For a long moment she lay on her side, hands fisted in Ross’ jacket and the man gently rubbing her back as he stared down at her with his brows creased in thought.

She wasn’t feeling quite panicked anymore, but she still felt…off-balanced. Confused and at a loss as to what she was supposed to do now.

Ross’ sigh drew her attention before she could think too much on it, however.

“It’s late, pet,” he murmured, his hand stilling against her. “You need to get some sleep.”

Wanda nodded her head a little in submission, looking down and away, but Ross drew her gaze up again, his finger curled beneath her chin.

“Just remember, no matter where you go in the world, I will always be able to find you. So don't you ever let me catch you running away again. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered, scolded, but to her surprise Ross made a face.

"Let's stick with 'Sir.' It sounds a bit more professional."

"Yes, Sir."

"Better," he nodded, rubbing his hand up and down her back one final time before patting her shoulder. "Now go get in your crate."

Wanda was quick to scramble back upright as he let her go, the relief enough to make her tremble.

He hadn't beaten her for running.

He wasn't sending her back to the Raft.

In fact, he hadn't really even punished her at all. He'd just scolded her and given her a few spanks.

The tentative thought that he would forgive her was trying to set root in her chest, and Wanda firmly tramped it back, not daring to let herself hope.

Not yet.

Favoring her injured hand, she crawled over to curl up in her crate, settling herself comfortably before letting her head fall to rest on her folded arms. Ross followed her to the cage, giving her a moment to situate herself before he drew the blanket up over her and moved the stuffed bear so that it was tucked up right alongside her cheek.

She looked up through the messy fall of her hair as Ross reached in to stroke her head.

"Goodnight, pet," he murmured gently. "Sleep well. I'll see you in the morning."

She watched the man push himself to his feet and close the metal door over before standing to turn off the lights and leave the room. Once he was gone, Wanda let her head fall back to rest on her folded arms.

He hadn’t bothered to lock the cage.

They both knew that she wouldn't run.

Awwww, darlings! Loved this. <3

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