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Tony and Darcy are Soulmates, but Tony is least 10 years older than her and they meet, while she is still in her teens. Tony is trying desperately to do right by his young Soulmate. But Darcy is a bit of a wild one (Just like Tony at that age) So suddenly he has to be the responsable one.

Some hatesex, please. :D

I'd love something from Carol's early days with her Kree squad. Apparently they all know her backstory; does she pick up on any of that weirdness, or write it off as things just being weird because she can't remember anything? Do any of the crew actually like her? Is she lonely? Anything involving her early days fighting for the Kree with a bunch of strangers, please.

Because It's Hot. Maybe Minn-Erva gets stranded on Earth after Maria blows up her spacecraft? Or however you want to do this. I don't want full-on hatesex because I feel like Maria would not be into that, but sex-with-mixed-feelings would be absolutely welcome, as would any other emotional vibe. :D

Instead of Carol being the one to get on the flight with Mar-Vell, Maria does it, and events play out somewhat similarly with her gaining superpowers while being presumed dead on Earth. Carol either adopts Monica or acts as her "auntie" while she's being raised by her grandparents.

I'm very much down for some Carol/Maria. Or Maria struggling through Kree society in her own way.

Wanda wets herself frequently and has to wear diapers. Pietro always insisted on changing her and, with him gone, Wanda keeps forgetting or ignoring her wet diaper until it leaks or she starts to get a rash.

Her new teammates take up the slack and learn to frequently check her diaper (some ask, some pat her bottom to feel if she’s wet, some just lift up her skirt to see) and get to the point of just changing her themselves.

Wanda is very ashamed of her wetting and finds the team’s involvement both humiliating and kind of comforting.

Please no scat or age-play (but if the others kinda baby Wanda a bit, that’s fine).

(Alternate version: the wetting is new following the Sokovia battle or her time in the Raft and the team has to convince her to wear diapers in the first place.)

they do it! maybe after almost being murdered or taken into Shield custody. in the van... while she still thinks she's a Kree and doesn't remember how humans have sex. suave badass Fury & feral space warrior Vers y/y

Either because of the blood transfusion or because of the power boost from the tesseract, Carol is now an alpha, where she used to be a beta or an omega. (Or maybe Kree have a/b/o dynamics and humans don't?)

I don't have anywhere in particular that I want this to go, I just think it'd be interesting! I'm cool with any ship, or gen is also fine.

Wanda my poor baby noooo! TT.TT

Thank goodness the boys are here for her now, but OH GOD she's suffered so much, the poor thing!

*wraps my sweet cinnamon roll up in a blanket somewhere safe*

Coulson is the most succesfull Handler, Strike Team Delta has ever had. His secret? He sometimes hits Clint or Natascha, if they have done something wrong on a mission. I don´t mean, he is a bully that punish them for honest mistakes. it doesn´t happen often. But if they stupidley put themselves in danger. He hits them. Bonus if at some point, he calls Natascha "Young lady."

Lateo

OP - oh my God I love this so much! Everyone is so in character and they're all so precious! Watching them interact with Wanda is the sweetest thing ever. <3 Poor Peter, feeling so alone... I'm sure the others would let you join in if you worked up the nerve to ask! Unfortunately that's not really how jealousy tends to make one think...
Can't wait for more! Love, love, love!

The next few days were almost as much of a blur as the raft had been.
There was still pain when Sam changed the bandages or checked over her wounds, but now there was also Steve helping her sit up and cradling her to his chest so he could help her drink whatever tea and broths Clint made for her, things that were easy on her stomach.
When Steve wasn't with her it was Clint who'd talk endlessly, out loud and with her hiding away in his mind with him, who'd sleep sat at her beside in a chair, or on the floor, hand holding onto hers for reassurance the whole time if she needed.
Scott seemed to keep his distance, but he'd talk to her too, even when she was pretending to sleep. Mostly it was talking seemingly to himself about his family, his life, and his past, but anything was better than the silence. He sounded like a nice guy.

The only big incident came when the boys tried to convince her into bathing. The thought of a bath brought to mind ice and drowning, the feeling of being unable to breathe even if she could, and laughing guards. A shower... she couldn't protect her bandages while showering, not without help, and she didn't want them helping her with her bandages anymore than necessary.

The panic attack at the thought had already had her powers showing off, but when Steve made the mistake of reaching out and touching her arm she couldn't help but lash out. It was only a wall that was destroyed, a dresser that imploded, but it still had them having to leave their safe house and run immediately.

Her fault. Of course it was.

After that sponge baths worked, at Sam's suggestion. Something he could cautiously help with only when she let him, which she'd rather not, instead trying to do it all herself when it hurt to move, and some parts of her still ached and burned at movement.

It was frustrating, but there wasn't much else she could do.
-

The first real food Wanda was able to consume after the raft was all Sam's doing. Sam who used Scott and his suit to go and fetch some groceries without anyone paying much attention to the missing fugitives, and spent over an hour working on making her spaghetti, swearing they'd help her feel human again.

Which it did, to an extent, but she wasn't able to stomach much without feeling sick.

"Sorry," she mumbled in apology, pushing her plate away with over half of it still covered.

"Don't be sorry, kid," Sam shook his head, not sounding or looking reproachful at all, "It's gonna take time to get back to normal. Don't push yourself."

Normal. What was normal now?

Normal was hiding in safe houses and dodging police and other agents, and staying where no one could see you while every part of you hurt so much you felt you'd be sick.
That was normal now. Something Steve had nightmares about often, and each nightmare would pull Wanda in with it. With her body and mind hurting, she didn't have the power to fully block out the other four's bad dreams.
Leaving her without sleep more often than not.

But it could always be worse. She could be back on the raft, like she often dreamed she was, she could be in the rubble with her twin, or drowning in the dust that Sokovia became, burning along side it.

--

Scott left them at a month into hiding, letting himself get caught downtown, turning himself in so he could cut a deal to be with his family, but also distracting the world long enough for them to catch a flight in a borrowed Wakandan Quin jet flown by Natasha.

Wanda didn’t want to trust her.

Wanda wanted to trust her immediately and completely.

She didn’t say anything instead, hiding tucked against Steve’s side while Clint and Natasha piloted the jet, getting them away from Africa, aimed for ‘somewhere safe’.

“It’s all going to be alright,” Steve assured her, arm wrapped around Wanda’s shoulders, keeping her close and warm, “No one’s going to hurt you.”

“She might.” Wanda had never thought of Natasha as the enemy, even back when she was meant to be Wanda’s enemy. The woman had simply accepted when Wanda and Pietro left Ultron to work with the Avengers, she hadn’t raised a fuss over Wanda moving in with them, or having to train her.
She’d even told Wanda to keep the leather jacket, as long as she liked it, ‘I have half a dozen’.
Natasha hadn’t ever been anything worse than a teasing older sister figure, maybe a mother figure if Wanda was deluding herself enough, but now... it was Natasha who fought them at the airport, who sided with Tony, and let the police forces take them away to the raft.

She hadn’t come to rescue them when Steve had.

“No,” Steve promised firmly, wrapping his other arm around her in a hug, “She won’t hurt you. She wouldn’t ever hurt you.”

“She didn’t save me.”

“I didn’t either, at first,” Steve countered, resting his head against hers when she leaned against his shoulder, “I only came later. She’s just a little later than me.”

“She’ll hate me now, she agreed with him after Lagos.”

“She could never hate you, none of us could.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

---

Natasha didn’t approach her the first night they were around, or most of the second day. She kept her distance like Scott had, mainly talking with the boys, helping them sort out where it was they were meant to be.
Then it was Clint leaving, like Scott, but not. Clint taking the jet and going to get his family, to take them to another safe place they’d meet up at later, where everyone could stop being afraid for just a while. Maybe, so he had promised her anyway.

It wasn’t until late that second night, when Wanda woke from yet another nightmare, that Natasha actually came to talk to her. When Wanda found herself in the bathroom yet again, gagging and retching up bile spurred on by memories she wanted nothing more than to forget.

Normally Clint would come in if he heard her, or Sam. But instead it was Natasha’s gentle hands that pulled her hair back from her face, who rubbed her back and spoke to her gently.
Natasha who got her sat down on the lid of the toilet afterwards, with a cool glass of water so she could try and regain her composure, stop the hiccuping and catch her breath.

“I’m going to guess nightmares?” Natasha asked, very careful and deliberate as cleaned off Wanda’s hands, her face with a damp wash cloth, brushing away sick, sweat, and tears. “New ones, or old?”

“Both.” Wanda didn’t like how hoarse her voice was, but it wasn’t exactly something she could help. “They never stop.”

“I know the feeling.” Natasha brushed her fingers over Wanda’s hair, “There’s always the tried and true method of sleep. Hot shower, new pajamas, hot tea, bad TV.”

Wanda winced, shaking her head, “Baths are... I can’t cover my bandages for a shower on my own.”

Natasha, to her credit, didn’t ask about baths, or why she didn’t have one of the boys help her out. “I can help with the bandages, I have enough practice.”

The thought of being alone in the water, of being so vulnerable had her heart racing a little, “No, I-- I can’t. I don’t... I can stay like I’ve been.”

“Your hair needs washed,” Natasha brushed it back with her fingers, tilted her head watching Wanda. “C’mon, I’ll do your hair for you.”

“I don’t...” Wanda trailed off, handing Natasha back the glass she’d been drinking from, wrapping her arms around her middle. The idea of anyone seeing her injuries, seeing her so vulnerable had her stomach feeling ill, but the idea of Natasha helping didn’t start the edge of panic that had been there with any of the boys suggesting. Somehow saying ‘I’m afraid’ wasn’t possible, she couldn’t get the words out, ‘the water’s too much’, ‘it’ll hurt’, ‘I can’t be alone’, none of the excuses, reasons would make their way out. “You’d get your clothes soaked,” the excuse was pathetic even to her ears.

“I’ll join you,” Natasha gave a half shrug, “I could use a shower anyway, and we’ve been in closer quarters for decontamination, haven’t we?”

With one of the guys the idea might have made her sick again, had her shaking and full of panic but with Natasha... Wanda sighed and nodded, “I... okay.”

It always struck me as interesting that the traditional villains in Marvel such as Hydra, Ultron, and Thanos, all treated Wanda with sympathy and perhaps even pity, whereas the UN locked her up in a straitacket and shock collar in solitary confinement.
Which led me to a rather interesting thought... what if they actually weren't being cruel to her? What if it only looked that way?
What if she's not in a straitjacket, but it's more of a thundershirt? Something weighted and body-tight to help calm her down because she's panicking?
What if it's not a shock collar around her neck, but something that they're using to keep a tab on her vitals and provide her with a speaker directly to them in case she needs anything?
What if they didn't drug her to keep her obedient, but they did give her something for anxiety because she was freaking out and they were trying to help calm her down and help her sleep?
I just kind of want to see a situation where it looks like she's being abused, but everyone there is actually babying the crap out of her.

You know, usually I'm not into this particular fetish, but I could see this one working.

Wanda scrolled through newsfeed after newsfeed, focusing on the pictures as she dug through Ross' phone.

The man had handed her the device a couple minutes ago with the instruction to "try not to get into trouble" before he'd tied her leash off to the leg of his chair and turned his attention to a video conference on his office computer.

She had glanced through his text messages briefly for any response from Stark, but as usual there was no response. At this point, Wanda couldn't tell if it was the billionaire ignoring Ross or ignoring her that was driving his silence.

Finding a dead end there, Wanda had instead turned her attention to her owner's Facebook.

She'd been digging through his social media for the clip with Clint ever since.

Wanda cursed herself again for not remembering the topic of the video or even so much as the news station as she hit the bottom of the page with no sign of it.

Most of the posts were political garbage or new laws, though he did seem to have quite a few scientific articles on there as well for whatever reason, all of them seemingly written by the same dark-haired young woman.

It didn't take Wanda very long to become fed up with the social media, and she hesitated for a long few seconds at the Google home page before typing "enhanced pets" into the search engine.

The first few links were duds - mostly forums with discussions about why people like her shouldn't have any rights.

Towards the bottom of the page, however, she struck gold.

The site name had been a handful of incomprehensible capital letters, so she had almost passed right over it, but something nagging at the back of her thoughts had made her click that link before she switched the page, and thank God she had.

It was the bidding site.

The official UN bidding site for human pets.

Her heart pounding in her ears, Wanda watched the site slowly pull up as the loading circle spun.

Surely they would have a record of some kind.

The page, when it loaded, was fairly nondescript. A pale background with a row of dark buttons to help navigate, labeled "New Offers," "Pet Candidates," "Laws and Regulations," "Register Your Pet," and "Contact Us."

Hesitantly, Wanda clicked "register your pet," hoping to get a list of the human pets, if not their owners.

The screen pulled up fairly blank once again, the options having changed to "Register New Pet," "View Registered Pets," and "Main Menu."

Wanda picked the middle one, her fingers shaking a little with adrenaline. Now, she was getting somewhere.

The screen flashed once more, bringing up a new page with a dark background. "Please Enter User Name" was written across the top of the screen, with a little box below it for her to type in, and a grayed-out "Continue" button at the bottom.

When she selected the text box, thankfully, the auto-fill option on Ross' phone dropped down with three usernames to select from.

Wanda tried each of them in turn, succeeding on the third one, and the screen displayed a quick welcome message before prompting for a digital code that had been sent. A second later the phone buzzed in her hands, and Wanda received a new text message with a six-digit code that she plugged into the website.

Another little welcome screen displayed, and Wanda could feel her nerves starting to tingle with icy energy, her fingers shaking as she held the device.

Her name loaded up on the screen, an accompanying profile displaying her age, measurements, and some medical information.

It also had a large sum in red in the bottom corner, displayed under the caption "Balance still due."

However, her profile was the only one displayed.

Letting out a huff of frustration, Wanda navigated back to the main page.

The only other option seemed to be "Register New Pet," and so Wanda clicked into that section.

This time the screen prompted for a pet ID number, and Wanda stared blankly at the screen for a moment, her mind racing.

She didn't know the ID numbers for her friends, but logic would follow that if they were all sold back-to-back, then their ID numbers would be only a number off from hers in either direction...right?

But where would they have put her ID number? In the training booklet? In a stack of paperwork, or on General Ross' purchase receipt? Perhaps in an email, or a text message to him? It hadn't been on her profile on the other page, so that was a dead end...

Unfortunately the prompt this time was a number pad, so she had no previous entries to test, and Wanda let out a slow breath, trying to focus her mind as she glanced up at Ross.

She would need to find her pet ID number, which meant figuring out how to look through Ross' email without him notici-

Wanda's thoughts short-circuited halfway through her plan, the little jingle of her collar catching her attention and making something click together in the back of her mind.

She was wearing an ID.

She had an ID tag on her collar.

Wanda was quick to open up the camera on the phone, turning the view to selfie and tilting it to get a good look at her collar.

The little gold heart tag had her name, Ross' name, and an address that she'd since come to figure out was the base, just like she remembered, but didn't seem to have a number on it.

Frowning, Wanda lifted the tag, trying to see if the number was on the back.

That turned out to be another dead end, and Wanda's frown deepened in frustration as she let the tag drop back into place with a jingle.

Wanda jolted in surprise when Ross shifted, the man turning a little to glance down at her, and she stared back up at him with wide eyes and her heart pounding in her chest until the man offered her half a smile and stroked a hand over her head, mouthing "good girl" to her before returning his gaze to his laptop.

Wanda's eyes slowly traced back to the phone, her head slow to follow, but before she could get back to the main screen from the camera view, her eye caught something etched onto the side of her collar.

Up along the very top edge, just under her jaw, was an eight-digit code, etched into the metal.

Bingo.

Wanda read the numbers quickly, repeating them to herself over and over as she navigated back to the bidding site to type them in.

She read through what she'd typed three separate times, changing the last digit from a two to a three before taking a breath to calm herself and hitting the submit button, but even then she could feel giddy nerves eating at her as she waited for the next page to load.

And she felt like someone had hit her in the chest when the screen pulled up an ID mismatch error and prompted her to try again.

Scrapping her determination back together, Wanda entered the number again, ending it with a three.

Another ID mismatch.

Perhaps she had been the last in line?

Wanda tried again, this time switching the two to a one.

The phone buzzed sharply in her hands, making her jolt in fright, and a second later the screen turned red, displaying a single message.

"Account denied. Unauthorized entry."

With another little buzz the phone screen went completely white, and Wanda's whole body reacted in terror, locking up stiff with adrenaline as she all but threw the phone from her hands.

Oh, fuck.

They knew.

They knew she'd been looking on Ross' phone for her teammates.

Pets didn't use technology or they were punished.

Oh, God, what had she done?

The screen stayed white for another few seconds before returning her to the main page, and Wanda stared at the phone unmoving for the long minute that it took to auto-power off the screen.

She knew that she should probably close out the web browser, to hide her trail, but she couldn't bring herself to touch the phone again. Not after that scare.

Her whole body trembling with adrenaline shock, Wanda leaned up against her owner's side, trying to even out her breathing.

The man glanced down at her when she did, the light concern in his expression deepening when he got a good look at her.

"Wanda?" Ross whispered, tapping a key on his laptop to mute the conference and stroking her hair gently. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? I can feel you shaking."

She tucked herself up closer to him with a soft whimper, feeling her heart pounding in her throat.

She'd screwed up. She was going to be in so much trouble...

Ross hushed her gently, his hand stroking over her head at a steady pace to soothe her.

"Ssh...it's okay. We'll be done in five minutes or so, all right? I'll only be a little bit longer."

Wanda nodded a little, closing her eyes so she didn't have to see the phone - the nerves were going right to her stomach and making her feel ill.

"It's all right, Wanda."

The soft click of the man's keyboard told her that he had rejoined the conference, and she took a slow breath as she felt his fingers stroke over the crown of her head once more.

She spent the remainder of the conference call without moving an inch, her eyes scrunched closed so she didn't have to see the phone screen, and her body pressed up against her owner's leg as her instincts screamed for her to hide away. The adrenaline was wearing off quickly, leaving her almost light-headed as she forced deep, slow breaths to calm the frantic beating of her heart.

True to his word, the conference only lasted another few minutes, and then she could hear the shuffling of movement as Ross packed up his things.

"Okay, Wanda, time to go," the man murmured, and Wanda blinked up at him as he looked around for a second, patting his pockets. "You have my phone?"

The question hit her like a bucket of cold water, leaving her breathless in surprise, her body locked up stiff as Ross leaned to look under the desk.

"Ah. There it is."

Wanda made a panicked grab for his wrist as he drew the phone back, remembering at the last second that she'd never cleared the screen, but Ross was already out of her reach, straightening up with a frown as he opened his phone and scanned the page.

"...why were you looking through my U.N. account?"

Wanda swallowed hard, dipping her head low as she curled in on herself, her heart thudding against her chest.

He would beat her.

He would beat her for sure.

"Wanda..."

The man's tone sounded more tired than scolding, and she dared to glance up through the messy fall of her hair as he leaned over to catch her eye.

"Were you looking for the others?" he asked softly.

Wanda didn't respond, focusing all her willpower into not flinching back too badly when the man reached to brush her hair back and tug her leash free from the leg of his chair.

"Sweetheart, if you could find them there, I would have already found them," he explained gently. "It's not quite that easy."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, but to her surprise the man chuckled.

"Don't be sorry. You haven't done anything wrong. Come on, now. Let's get back to your room."

It took Wanda two tries to get her trembling legs to respond, and she was incredibly grateful for the steady hand Ross offered as she struggled to her feet to follow him meekly out into the hall.

Wanda glanced around absently as they walked, letting Ross lead the way.

They didn't often come to this corner of the base - it was more for visitors or business than daily activities - but with the rising political and international tensions, it seemed that Ross was spending more and more time over here, usually with her in tow.

There also seemed to be more people than usual today, and Wanda found herself pressing in close to her owner, still feeling the unease from her earlier scare and the usual frustration at another dead end in the search for her friends.

At first it didn't even register.

With as many people as she walked past every day, the man had been just another blur in the crowd. One more person to bustle past in hallways that always seemed to feel far too small for the number of people crowding them.

She had been struck by the passing thought that the person looked familiar, something about the way they moved, or the cut of their hair...it reminded her of a friend.

But even then, the absolute absurdity of it kept her from making the connection. He would never be here. There was no reason. And the timing of it - right when she had been so desperately searching for someone she knew - served to dismiss the thought before it could even form.

She had been mistaken.

And Wanda had almost believed that, almost convinced herself to keep trailing after Ross like nothing had happened, but there was something strange tugging at her thoughts, drawing her to turn for just one more look.

Just to make sure.

Slowing her pace a little, Wanda risked a quick glance over her shoulder, trying to pick out the man that she had caught a glimpse of.

There were about a dozen young men, all in matching uniforms that were a dusty green camouflage as opposed to the dark blue that she and her owner wore, clustered in the vague suggestion of what once may have been lines as they made their way to the end of the hall and out to the parking lot.

They were all chatting in excitement, clearly visiting the base as a group, and most of them had heavily packed bags slung over their shoulders.

But there was one person in the center of the group, almost at the far end of the hall by now, that didn't match the rest.

That man carried no bag, had his head bowed down as he walked in silence, and upon closer inspection his uniform had one very specific addition that none of the others did...

A black shock collar.

It took Wanda only another second for her brain to put the pieces together through the surprise.

"Sam!"

Wanda stopped up short in absolute shock, staring down the hallway at the group of men as they left the building. It took her a full five seconds to realize that she'd called his name aloud, and she was quick to glance back at Ross, wincing, but thankfully the man looked more confused than angry.

"Wanda? Something the matter, pet?" he asked.

All she could do was point helplessly after the men and repeat "Sam."

Ross glanced between her at the departing squad for a long moment before his brows raised in understanding.

"Oh...like, Wilson, 'Sam'?"

Wanda nodded hard, daring to reach for his hand and give him a little tug in the direction of the soldiers.

Maybe if they hurried.

Maybe they could catch them.

Thankfully Ross didn't resist as she tugged him after the men, and Wanda only held on for long enough to be sure he was following before she darted ahead as far as her leash would reach, standing on her toes to see if she could still spot him.

The crowd had shifted, however, the bottleneck at the doorway turning the loose lines into a cluster that she couldn't pick Sam out from, and the chatter too loud for her to call out for him.

She'd lost track of him.

Panic was starting to bubble up inside of her, and Wanda didn't slow her pace as she neared the group, fully intending to shove her way right through the center of them so she could find Sam.

Ross, unfortunately, had other ideas.

"Wanda, hang on."

She let out a little sound in frustration, turning to glance back at him as he collar went taut around her throat.

"Stay close to me, pet. I don't need you getting lost," he scolded gently, drawing her back.

Wanda was quick to grab for his wrist, tugging him after her. Every second that she was delayed was another second that Sam was closer to getting through the doors.

"Hang on, hang on, I'm coming," Ross scolded gently.

Wanda ignored him, turning to frantically search the crowd once more.

Sam couldn't have vanished like this...she had just seen him...! Had he already made it outside?

"Well, I'll be damned!"

Wanda glanced up sharply to find an older man smiling in her direction from a few feet ahead.

He was heavy set with a blocky jaw but no facial hair, wearing the same green uniform as the visitors, and he had stars embroidered onto his shirt collar like Ross did.

"General Ross! Long time no see," the man grinned, settling his hands on his hips as he turned to fully face them.

"General Gabriel, a pleasure."

The two men stopped in the hall, and Wanda wanted to scream.

She didn't have time for this!

Wanda dared to give another insistent little tug to Ross' arm, hoping to hurry him along, but to her surprise the man twisted his hand around to catch her wrist, and a second later she'd been pulled firmly back to his side.

Shit.

"And who is this?" the other man asked, shooting her a grin.

Wanda turned her head away in response, nerves itching up her spine and as a light pulse of adrenaline hummed in her ears.

"This is my pet, Wanda Maximoff."

"She's precious."

"Most of the time," Ross responded with a wry grin as Wanda tried to subtly twist free of his grip. "What brings you all to base, William?"

"Just passing through. Decided to let the boys stretch their legs a bit. You?"

"Stationed."

"I see."

"Say, have you heard from the Secretary of Defense about that new policy yet?"

Wanda was barely listening, scanning the remaining crowd desperately for any sign of Sam, but to no avail. No matter where she focused her gaze, she couldn't seem to pick him out. He must have already been herded outside.

Her heartbeat picked up a little in rising panic, and Wanda pulled against Ross' grip once again.

If Sam was already outside, she didn't have time to be sitting through her owner's pleasantries - she was going to miss him if they didn't hurry up...!

Ross released her wrist when she started squirming to get free, but Wanda didn't get more than a step before her leash was pulled tight.

"I think my pet was rather hoping she could visit with Mr. Wilson," Ross explained to the other man in response to his questioning look, gathering her lead back in to keep her from following the last of the soldiers out the door.

"Ah. Unfortunately I'm afraid we don't have time for a visit today. He's already late for his next ride," the man said, glancing down at Wanda. She met his gaze for a long moment, feeling her lip trembling ever so slightly as the chilling press of despair began to set in, and the other man's face softened a touch in understanding. "Perhaps some other time?"

"I'll have my secretary send you my schedule," Ross nodded as Wanda swallowed her disappointment back hard. "Let me know any days that work."

"Certainly. Though I'll warn you we're booked pretty tight."

"I'm sure."

Wanda turned away from the two, trying to scrap her composure back together.

So she'd hit another dead end.

It was to be the waiting game once again while her friend's owner mused over the idea of a play date.

The frustration was eating at her, warring to express itself both as gritted teeth and tears, and Wanda forced a few slow breaths to fight it back.

Not right now. She didn't have time for her damn emotions to get out of her control. She needed to focus, and preferably on something that wasn't the fact that Sam was getting further away with every second that she wasted standing here.

"-have us all running circles around ourselves."

"It's ridiculous. Damn fools don't know how to run an operation like this. Should have just kept them behind their desks signing papers," Ross sighed, shaking his head. "What I wouldn't give to get back out there, even for a couple weeks..."

"Why don't you?"

"Got a page-long list of medical conditions that say I should keep my ass indoors."

"Ah, fuck it," the other man grinned. "The hell do the doctors know? Oh, 'scuze my French."

Wanda blinked back at the man in vague confusion as he shot her an almost sheepish grin.

Ross just laughed.

"Come back and tell me that when you're trying to pick a bullet out of your chest with a pair of tweezers."

"Fair enough. Say, why don't you have your pet out in the field, General? She'd make an amazing combat soldier. All that magic stuff of hers."

Wanda tensed in worry, but forced herself to relax again as she felt Ross' hand stroke over her head soothingly.

"She's really more of an indoor pet," he responded with a weak smile. "As small and delicate as she is, I'm rather afraid to put her in a combat situation."

"My friend, she was an Avenger," the other man laughed. "She was made for combat."

"Not for four billion she wasn't," Ross chuckled. "No...this sweet little creature is just going to be following me around. Personal protection, as I see it. Help keep her out of the wrong hands."

"You try her without the collar yet? Test her powers?"

"Briefly."

"She didn't act up?"

Ross shook his head, stroking a hand over her hair once more as she let out a frustrated little breath, settling herself back at his side with a sulk.

Sam was surely long gone by now.

"No, Wanda's been very good. What about your pet?"

"Oh, Sam's been great. He's not mine, though," the man shrugged. "Not personally, like your pet. He belongs to the base, and has set handlers who look after him."

"I see."

"Criminal record or not, he's still the best damn pararescue soldier we have."

"I don't doubt it."

"Worth every penny."

Wanda paced forward again, keeping herself pressed tight to the wall as she tried to carefully edge her way around the other man.

Maybe if she could get past him.

If she could get a clear shot at the hallway.

Ross wasn't holding her lead very tight, after all.

All it would take was a good, sharp tug...

A little yelp was startled from her as the collar suddenly went taut around her neck, pulling her off balance.

"Wanda," Ross chuckled, reeling her in by her lead. "Come on, now. Settle down."

She was quick to move back to his side, a flash of fright and shame burning hot at her temples.

Apparently she hadn't learned her damn lesson about trying to run off.

"Bit of an escape artist?" the other man teased gently, and Ross scoffed as he drew Wanda back to his side.

"She's tried a couple times to various degrees," Ross mused, reaching to smooth a stray lock of Wanda's hair back into place as she fidgeted at his side. "She actually got pretty far once. But she's got the tracker in, so it didn't do the silly thing much good. Did it?" he asked more gently, tapping a finger on the tip of her nose as she blinked up at him in apologetic misery. Ross offered her a quirk of the lips before turning his attention back to the other man. "How about yours? He ever try to run?"

The man chuckled, glancing back over his shoulder in the direction Sam had gone.

"Just about every time we give that boy his wings."

"And when you catch him and bring him back..." Ross started, something more hesitant in his voice. "What does he act like?"

"He usually sulks for a bit but then does as he's told."

"He doesn't get upset? Feel guilty for running?"

The other man scoffed.

"Guilty? Not a damn smidge."

Ross frowned a little at that, shooting Wanda a glance, and she was quick to duck her head.

Had she done something wrong?

His hand stroking over her hair a second later was reassurance that she wasn't in trouble, and Wanda peeked back up at the two with her head tilted a little in question.

"Wait...Don't tell me yours actually feels guilty about trying to escape...?" the other man asked in surprise, lowering the volume of his voice to a near whisper as if Wanda wouldn't be able to hear him.

Ross gave a little shrug, shooting her a glance as Wanda sank to her knees at his side in frustration, taking the hint that she was not a welcome party to the conversation.

"I'm not sure. She's definitely been acting strange since she tried it a week ago."

"Strange how?"

"Fidgety, upset, wouldn't meet my eyes," Ross murmured. "Hell, she cried for a good hour right after I got her back, but I had figured that was because I had shocked her a couple times to slow her down. I thought that she was just worried I would do something worse."

"Yeah, that must have been it," the other man nodded. "It wouldn't make sense for her to feel bad about it. And those collars definitely sting like a bitch, too."

"No...I suppose it wouldn't make sense," Ross murmured, playing with a lock of Wanda's hair absently as she fidgeted at his side, unsure quite how to react to being discussed like she wasn't even present.

"She seems fine now," the other man shrugged. "Probably nothing to be too worried about."

"That's what I'm hoping," Ross sighed. "Although, speaking of the little troublemaker, I should probably get her back to her room to rest for a while. She doesn't seem to do well with a lot of excitement."

"Yeah, don't want to wear the poor thing out."

Wanda jolted a little in fright as General Gabriel reached out for her, shying away toward her owner.

"Whoops, sorry," the man smiled apologetically, drawing his hand back a touch. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"She's a bit shy," Ross explained, reaching to stroke a hand down through her hair soothingly. "It's all right, Wanda."

"It was nice meeting you, Miss Maximoff," the other man said, moving far more slowly so as not to spook her as he held out his hand once more. Wanda blinked at the outstretched limb for a long second before obediently rocking up to nuzzle her head into his palm.

To her confusion, though, the man stiffened and drew back a touch.

"Wanda," Ross chuckled a little uneasily. "What are you doing?"

Wanda frowned up at the two of them in question as the other man drew back.

Had she done something wrong...?

"I was going for a handshake, but I guess that works too," the other man said with an awkward smile at Ross, giving her head a gentle, hesitant pat before drawing his hand back once more.

Some weird, heated feeling was creeping up her spine, and Wanda was quick to lean against Ross' leg, seeking comfort from him.

The man reached to cradle her head close in response.

"She's actually playing along with the whole 'pet' thing?" General Gabriel observed quietly, a poorly-hidden skeptical look on his face. Ross offered him a little shrug, sneaking a glance at Wanda that she pretended not to notice.

"It depends on the day. I suspect they beat it into her pretty hard at the Raft," Ross whispered. "She was a nervous wreck when I got her, and she's still usually too scared to speak much."

"Yeah...Sam looked pretty rough when we got him, too. He still flinches real bad if you touch him without warning."

"He get nightmares?"

"On occasion," the other man shrugged. "But he's got PTSD - he's had it for years. Was honorably discharged for it. Even if these nightmares are from the pet training, we can't tell one night terror from another."

Ross nodded a little, letting out a heavy breath as he glanced back at Wanda.

"Yours?" the other man prompted after a second, and Ross nodded.

"Just about every other night."

"Ouch."

"She's got PTSD in her file too, but like you said..." Ross shrugged a little. "Can't tell one from another. She usually cries herself back to sleep."

"Yeah...it's rough to see them suffer like this."

Ross nodded a little, letting out a huff of breath, his voice dropping a touch in volume.

"I've got her on about three different medications just to keep her from stressing herself sick."

"Yeah...the boys and I decided we would slip Sam some mild antidepressants under the table. Help keep him from spiraling."

"Is it helping?"

"Hard to say. He hasn't tried anything drastic yet, so we're hoping that it is, but I always worry when he goes up in the air that he's going to get a crazy idea in his head and just...cut off the power."

Ross let out a slow breath, looking away as he shook his head a fraction.

"Well...maybe seeing one another will do the both of them some good."

"Here's hoping," the other man nodded. "Unfortunately we're being shipped out of state tomorrow. Something about trouble in California. Probably won't be back for a couple months."

Wanda looked up sharply at that, despair settling heavy in her chest.

No...

No, no, no!

Wanda scrambled to her feet, cold panic fueling her thoughts, and bolted in the direction Sam went.

She couldn't lose him - not after just finally finding him again!

She heard Ross shout her name in surprise half a second before her collar struck taut at the end of her lead. She staggered a pace back, coughing hard, but didn't get the chance to try again before a firm pressure around her throat stilled her.

"Wanda," Ross murmured, gently drawing her back toward him with the lead. "Baby, he's already gone."

Wanda resisted for a long second, something inside of her screaming for her to ignore him, to try running after Sam anyway; but the collar was a grounding weight around her neck. A reminder that running would only get her shocked again.

She took a shuddering breath, casting a glance back over her shoulder at the door as her vision blurred.

Wanda could feel her bottom lip trembling, her throat cinched tight and aching as she fought back tears.

She'd been too late.

Wanda didn't fight as Ross reeled her back in, all of her willpower feeling like it had been sucked from within her, leaving her hollow.

It was too late, she'd missed Sam. And now he was being shipped to the other side of the country for months.

Her trembling hands wrapped around the leash as she slowly lost the fight to keep her composure. Ross settled her back at his side with a little frown, a firm grip on her lead but his brows drawn in concern.

"I'm sorry, kid," the other general murmured. "We were all just passing through - the busses were waiting outside. He's probably already five miles off base."

Wanda swallowed hard, trying her best not to blink as the water brimming her bottom eyelids began to creep into her field of vision.

She had finally gotten her chance to see one of the others and she had missed him entirely.

Her next inhale hitched a little, and Ross drew her close in response.

"I know," he murmured. "You wanted to see him. I'm sorry, pet."

Wanda hugged her arms around her aching chest, hating herself for not pulling free of her owner's hold when she'd had the chance - for not screaming Sam's' name and simply making a run for it.

What a fool she was.

"Hey," Ross murmured, tipping her chin up with a fingertip. "Look on the bright side - now we know who owns him. We can arrange for you two to spend time together."

"The minute we get back, we'll give you guys a call," the other man added. "Okay?"

Wanda nodded a little, trying to focus on the fact that Sam was safe instead of dwelling on the fact that he had been standing barely a hundred yards away from her and she still hadn't gotten to so much as say 'hi' to him.

That she wouldn't have a chance to see him for months.

Her next breath was a sob, and she curled in on herself a little as she finally lost her failing grip on her emotions.

"Come here, Wanda," Ross murmured, drawing her up against his shoulder as her tears overflowed and curling one of his arms gently around her back to hold her close. "I know, sweetheart. I know. Maybe we'll have better luck next time."

She shook her head a little, that awful crushing despair closing in once again as her brain screamed that this was her life now, that she would be trapped here forever. Alone.

Ross shifted a little, letting out a sigh as he turned his attention back to General Gabriel.

"I'm sorry," Ross started, but the other man dismissed the rest of his sentence with a wave.

"Don't worry about it. Kid's got every right to be upset."

Wanda didn't resist as Ross settled her tucked up against his chest, and she tangled her hands in the front of his jacket as he rested his chin on her head with a sigh.

"It's okay, pet. Just breathe," he whispered.

Wanda buried her face against his jacket as she heard the other general shift his weight. A second later, the man cleared his throat.

"Hey Thunderbolt," he started slowly. "You said you tried her without the collar before, right?"

"Yes," Ross murmured, and Wanda felt his jaw rub over the top of her head as he glanced slowly up at the other man. "Why...?"

"You up for bending a few rules?"

This time Ross took a long second to consider his reply before answering, and Wanda glanced back over her shoulder in question.

"What exactly did you have in mind...?"

The man drew his cell phone from his pocket with a scheming smile.

"Turn her collar off for five minutes and I'll show you."

"William, you clever old bastard," Ross grinned.

"Get her ready. I'll take care of the rest," the man instructed, thumbing a lock code into his phone.

Wanda glanced between the two in confusion as General Gabriel started to type a phone number into his cell and Ross began to gently dry the tears from her cheeks.

"Hey," Ross murmured, cupping her face in his hands to draw her attention back to him. "You want to talk to Sam?"

Wanda nodded hard, barely daring to hope, and Ross gave her a little smile, reaching to press a sequence of buttons into her collar.

"There's a good girl, just stay nice and still for me..."

Wanda shot a glance at the other general as her collar trilled a little, signifying that it had been switched off. He was standing with the phone pressed patiently to his ear, but a grin spread across his face the second that someone picked up.

"Jones, I've got a request," the man said, giving the two of them a wink before he turned away a little, planting his free hand on his hip. "You boys have our Falcon on that transport with you, yes? ... Good. One of you turn his collar off for five minutes and tell him we've got a surprise for him."

He was quiet for a few seconds, presumably listening to the soldiers turning off Sam's collar before he continued.

"Okay, now put Wilson on the line. ... Yes, you heard me right. I've got one of the other Avengers here who wants to talk to him. ... It's the little one. The witch. ... Yes, I'm aware. ... I don't give a rat's ass about what the U.N. is going to say. If they have a problem with it, they can go through me. I outrank half of them. And her owner outranks the rest."

There was silence for a moment, the other man tapping his foot patiently as he listened to the phone, before a smile spread across his face and he turned back to them, attention focusing on Wanda.

"Here you go, kid," the man said gently, offering her the phone. "Say 'hi'."

Wanda gingerly took the cell from him, her hands feeling shaky and clumsy, and with a quick glance at Ross to get his nod of approval, she pressed the device to her ear.

"Sam...?" she asked gently.

For a long second the other line was silent save for an undertone of soft, crackling static, and Wanda could feel her nerves winding tight as one second dragged into two, and then dragged into three.

"Wanda?" was the rasped reply, the tone hesitant and disbelieving, and Wanda about burst into tears.

"Sam!"

"Wanda...how did...?" he stuttered in shock, but Wanda didn't bother explaining.

"Sam, are you okay?" she begged, smudging roughly at her cheeks with one hand as she balanced the phone to her cheek with the other.

"Yeah, kid, I'm doing fine, all things considered. How about you? Are you okay?"

Wanda choked out a little sob of laughter.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm okay."

"You sound like you're crying, are you sure you're all right?" Sam asked, and Wanda nodded, more out of habit than anything.

"I miss you," she managed. "I miss you all so much..."

"I miss you too, Wanda," Sam murmured, tone soothing. "God, it's good to hear you. How did you know where I was?"

"Saw you on base a few minutes ago. You were leaving, and I couldn't follow."

"So the military got you too, huh?"

"Yeah."

"They don't have you out in the field, do they?" Sam asked, something hesitant and worried in his tone.

"No."

"Thank God."

"You?"

"They got me running missions, but it's mostly rescue and recon."

"They're nice to you?"

"Yeah. How about you? Is your owner treating you okay?"

"Yeah," she said quietly, a little smile tugging at her lips. "He's very kind to me."

"That's a relief."

"Sam...They're taking you away," she said, swallowing hard as she felt her eyes well up.

"Yeah, they're shipping us off to Cali," Sam sighed. "But maybe they'll let us call again some time?"

"I don't know your number," she begged, scrubbing at her face again as that awful, cold, dark hollowness began to ache in her chest once more, pulling in at her ribs like a black hole. "Sam, I don't want to be alone..."

"I'll be in touch. I promise," Sam said firmly. "I know where they have you now - I'll find a way to make it happen. I'm not letting you go that easy, half a country away or not. I'm not going to vanish on you, Wanda, I promise. You're not going to be alone again. Okay?"

"Okay," she whispered, throat aching.

"Am I the first one you've seen?"

"Yeah," Wanda said softly, scrubbing at her face again in vain. "Tony's got Steve, but he won't talk to us, and we can't find anyone else."

"Well, you keep looking, okay? And I'll keep an ear out for any leads as well. We'll keep each other posted."

"Okay."

"Which branch of the military did you wind up in?" Sam asked, and Wanda blinked for a second in confusion, slowly looking down at her uniform for clues.

"...dark blue uniform?"

"That could be a few different ones...you have any pins on?"

"A few," she murmured, glancing over the collar of her shirt as best she could. "Lots of gold shapes."

"That...doesn't really help me."

Ross caught her eye when she glanced up at a loss, mouthing the word "army" with a soft smile.

"Army."

"Ah, that makes sense. Although, who...who's your owner?" Sam asked hesitantly.

"General Ross."

".......ah."

Wanda frowned a little at the hesitance in his voice.

"Sam?"

"Oh, nothing. Just...not who I expected. You, ah...you said he was nice to you, though?"

Wanda hummed a little sound in ascent, and Sam let out a breath on the other line.

"That's good. And he's letting you talk to me, so that's...that's good too."

For a moment they lapsed into silence, Wanda struggling to find words to continue the conversation. Thankfully Sam seemed to pick up on that and took over, prompting her with questions.

"Where are you being kept at?"

"On base."

"Staying with your owner?" Sam asked.

"I have my own room."

"You getting enough fresh air?"

"He takes me on walks. There's a courtyard."

"You mentioned a uniform, I take it you got the prison rags switched out?"

"Mm-hm."

"Yeah. The guys here got me some decent clothes to wear as well. Collar stayed, though. You still got yours on?"

"Yes. They turned it off so we could talk."

"It's nice to be able to talk without getting pumped full of electricity, huh? I'm just glad these guys don't use it to 'train' me like those assholes at the U.N. did...how about you? I hope they're not using your collar to scare you into doing tricks for them."

"No. It's only for punishment."

"Has your owner punished you with it?"

"Yes, but I deserved it."

"What did you do?"

"I...tried to run away."

"Oh. So you got shocked for that. But he didn't hit you?"

"No. Not really."

"Not really?"

"He didn't really hurt me. And I deserved far worse. He let me off easy."

Sam was quiet for a long second, and Wanda felt something like worry itching up her spine as the silence dragged.

"Well, just keep your eyes open and your attention sharp," Sam said at length, his words a sigh. "You've got to make sure to look out for yourself, okay?"

"Okay."

"Wanda."

She glanced up sharply as Ross called her, finding the man hovering nearby as he gave her an apologetic look.

"You've only got thirty seconds or so left before the collar re-activates, pet," he murmured. "Time to say goodbye."

Wanda took a shuddering breath, turning her attention back to the phone.

"Sam..."

"You running out of time too?" Sam asked her gently, and Wanda made a little noise of affirmation, struggling to get her voice working.

She swallowed hard, did it again, and then took a deep, shuddering breath, her mind whirling through everything she wanted to say.

"I don't want you to go," she whispered at length, her voice sounding tiny and broken in her ears.

"I know, kiddo. I don't want to go either. But I need you to hang in there for me, okay? I will be back in touch, I promise."

Wanda's collar gave a little beep in warning, and Wanda choked back a little sob.

"Sam..."

"Everything is going to be okay, Wanda. I promise," he soothed. "I'll talk to you again soon, okay?"

"Okay," she managed, her throat cinched tight with tears once again.

She could hear the faint echo of someone murmuring "time's up, Sam" from the other line.

"I've got to go, Wanda," he sighed, and Wanda swallowed hard, forcing her voice to work despite the ache in her throat.

"Okay."

"Bye, kiddo."

"Bye, Sam."

The little beep of the phone call ending made her heart ache.

For a long moment Wanda just stood in the hall with the phone pressed to her cheek, staring at nothing as she tried to remind her body to breathe.

He was gone.

Just like that, he was gone again.

"Wanda?"

The gentle question made her jump a little in surprise, and she turned to see Ross hovering at her side, his brows drawn in concern.

"You okay pet?"

She hesitated for a long second, debating, before nodding.

Her heart felt like it had been crushed and wrung out, but she had gotten to confirm that Sam was okay. She had gotten to speak to him. She had been given the promise of being able to visit him in the future.

Wanda nodded, forcing a smile onto her lips despite the tense pressure in her throat and the tears pricking behind her eyes.

Yes, for the first time in a long while, she was actually feeling okay.

"Thank you," she managed as she offered the phone back to General Gabriel, directing the statement at both of the men who had broken the rules for her without a second thought.

"Any time, kid," the other man murmured, gently taking the cell and turning his attention to Ross as he continued. "And I really mean that. Give me a call any time you want, and I'll try to get Sam on the other line for you guys. Talking to one another will do them some good."

"Thank you," Ross murmured, gathering Wanda close. "I really do appreciate it."

"My pleasure. You take care of that little ragamuffin of yours, and we'll see you guys in a couple months."

"The minute you get back in town," Ross nodded, the words more for her than the air force general.

"Hey, who knows," the man grinned back over his shoulder at them as he made his way outside. "Maybe they'll ship you two off to California as well."

Wanda nodded a little as she watched him leave, curling tight against her owner's chest as he soothed a hand over her head.

At this point, she could only hope.

Awwwww, Natasha!

"maybe a mother figure if Wanda was deluding herself enough" - I LOVE this line so much. Excellent update!

*eagerly stares at screen and hopes for more*

Some random villain utters the above sentence during a fight.

Cue all of the Omegas superheroes getting angry and showing that villain that Omegas CAN definitely fight.

Bonus: None of the Alpha & Beta superheroes do anything to stop the Omega superheroes, they just stood there cringing and being all like "Holy shit they've done it now."

so glad Wanda was at least able to talk to Sam. I was about to throw a fit too if Ross didn't allow something. I don't know where this fic is going. I hope Wanda escapes and sees the rest of the team soon.

Stephen Strange wakes up after being snapped to realise that Thanos is keeping all of them in the Soul Stone for his own amusement. Thanos sometimes likes to play happy families with his daughter, or look at the cultures and lives of the people he's killed.

Sometimes, he likes to compel people to fuck each other.

Stephen ends up in stocks, with a gag in his mouth, while his fellow superheroes take him from behind.

While he'd never admit it, even after being released from the stone, he actually really enjoyed it.

(I'm so sorry for writing this XD)

The RAFT is more than just a holding cell - it's the most exclusive custom-order brothel in the world.

The people running it decide to punish their prisoners, and make a little spare cash on the side, by whoring the prisoners out to anyone with enough power or money to reserve them for an evening.

It's all strictly confidential - what happens between you and your purchased one-night-stand is your business, so long as you don't make too much of a mess of them.

Additionally, due to extensive funding and groundbreaking research, just about any fantasy can become a reality with a little force and tweaking.

You want to dominate the famous Black Widow and take her in every hole? Some drugs to keep her docile and a breeding stand can make that happen.

You want to put on a two foot long spiked strap-on and destroy someone's ass? They have a super soldier with super healing who can take that.

You want to fuck a real live furry? They have a few lower-level prisoners there arrested for aiding and abetting, who they can try altering some genetics on.

You have a super weird and obscure fantasy like watching men cover themselves in whipped cream? They can make it happen.

Just detail your fantasy, pick which prisoner or prisoners you would like, and they'll handle the rest.

So... who's up first?

*Bonus for familiar characters with unexpected kinks, especially the baddies. Lots of Team Cap whump.

*Bonus for non-sexual guilty pleasures

*Also Bonus for baddies acting gentle and loving while they force horrible things on their partner

*Super bonus for T'Challa eventually coming to save them all from the Raft. (Especially if he finds them all mid-session with a "client" and we get to see his reaction.)

Maybe in his 1500 years Thor has experimented a quite a bit sexually, or maybe it was common in Asgard for people to have lovers of any gender, either way, it would be interesting to see a story where it is Bruce's first time with a man, and this is the first time Thor has had the responsibility of being someone's first experience.

Steve time-travels back into the past to live out his happy life with Peggy, only to realize he can't do it, even though he loves her.

He's constantly struggling with the effect of his knowledge, like having to watch people die from diseases that could be cured in the future/watching Hydra take over S.H.I.E.L.D./ struggles with the knowledge that Bucky is out there somewhere being tortured.

Bonus points if Peggy leaves him bc she falls in love with her OG!husband. Double Bonus points if he somehow ends up with Bucky (either romantic or not)

So now that this has basically been confirmed as possible in canon, I want to see it being used.

Punishment for criminals?

A chance for a character to start over?

Prank gone wrong leaves a teenager caring for their toddler parent?

Use is up to author. Be creative!

Would prefer no Tony, but just about every other character is on the table.

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Prompt Post #1

Tony/Darcy; Soulmates; Tony is not used to being the responsable one

Carol/Minn-erva

Carol + the Kree crew, pre-canon

Maria Rambeau/Minn-Erva

Maria presumed dead, Carol cares for Monica

[Gen] Wanda, wetting & diapers

nick fury/carol "vers" danvers & van sex

a/b/o, Carol is now an alpha

Re: [GEN] Avengers/Wanda fill; Shattered 2/?

Coulson sometimes hit Strike Team Delta

Re: Jealousy fill 1/?

Re: [GEN] Avengers/Wanda fill; Shattered 3/?

In which everything isn't as horrible as it looks and Wanda is actually not being abused at the raft

Re: [Gen] Wanda, wetting & diapers

Fill: Enlisted (21a/?)

Fill: Enlisted (21b/?)

Fill: Enlisted (21c/?)

Re: [GEN] Avengers/Wanda fill; Shattered 3/?

"Omegas can't fight."

Re: Fill: Enlisted (21c/?)

Stephen Strange Gang Bang (TW for Non Con)

Team Cap whored out at the Raft - specialty requests, non-con, fetishes

Thor/Bruce, Bruce's First Time

Steve/Peggy Happy End turns into Nightmare

De-aging - vague endgame spoilers