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FILL: Steve's Mind is Digitized (1/3)

(Anonymous) 2019-12-23 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
((A very short first part. I can finish editing the rest next weekend but I want to get what I've got so far posted. Fear not, there is more to come!))

One of the gargantuan creatures rips Captain America into two pieces and he blacks out before his body hits the ground.

-it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts-

A flash, red through his eyelids. Heat, the sky is on fire, his clothes are on fire, everything is white and he can see it but it hurts, everything is burning. He’s not dead and it hurts and it hurts, and it hurts and it HURTS IT HURTS-

He wakes again. The tears sting as they leave his eyes. He thinks 'Ma' and 'please,' but what he's seeing is a red metal boot, not his Ma's old, worn, carefully polished leather shoes. There might be the scratch of a needle in his neck, but Steve can't feel it over how much his guts hurts and his torso hurts and his face hurts and he's cold and burnt and bleeding and-

He drifts gratefully into a fuzzy unconsciousness. Alright. He's done. It's alright, it's over. He doesn't have to hurt anymore.

Mini Avengers

(Anonymous) 2019-12-23 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The guards at the RAFT manage to figure out some of the Pym technology from Scott's suit and they decide to use it on their "dangerous prisoners" to make them more manageable.

The captured members of team Cap find themselves shrunk down to about the size of Thumbellina.

FILL: Shifted (36/?)

(Anonymous) 2019-12-25 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
MERRY FREAKING CHRISTMAS I FOUND MY DOCUMENT
*****

Clint lumbered through the trees, feeling the sway of Cooper and Lila and little Nathaniel on his back as Laura kept pace at his side, a picnic basket over her arm.

Cooper was certainly the heaviest of the three, but the boy was employing the horse-riding lessons that Clint had given him, and was moving his body in time to Clint’s steps. Lila still rode like a sack of potatoes, but was thankfully too busy holding on to Nathaniel and making sure that Cooper was holding on to her to get into much trouble or squirm around too much.

Nate seemed content to sit where he had been placed and pull at Clint’s ears, but thankfully he hadn’t developed enough muscle yet to actually hurt him with his insistent tugs.

Laura’s hand was a gentle guide on his shoulder as she made sure that the children wouldn’t fall, providing the “oh really?” and “no, tell me” and “wow, that’s amazing!” that his older children expected between questions and stories as they both took turns (more or less) filling the silence with chatter.

Clint could smell a number of delicious things in the picnic basket that Laura was carrying, and his stomach was already growling in anticipation.

His wife had spent most of the morning getting things ready as he had completed some yard work for her, and he could hardly wait until they got set up and he was able to tuck into the picnic. She’d packed fruit and chips and cookies, and had apparently used their homemade peach jam with the peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches, and there was rolled lunch meat in there for him, something like honey cured ham or turkey, or maybe both, he was getting a whiff of something a little bit h-

“Clint?”

He jerked his head up as Laura’s voice pierced through his thoughts, blinking up at her in question.

It took him a second before he realized that Cooper had asked him something, and he made a little sound in question, waiting for the boy to repeat himself.

“Are we going to the meadow, Dad?”

He shook his head with a little snort, the approximation of a smile pulling his lips up.

As much as he liked the shady little meadow out behind the pasture, he was going to take them somewhere new this time around. Mix things up a little.

“Where are we going?” Lila asked, and Clint roared out a little sound in reply, laughing inside when the girl let out an exasperated huff in response.

“Daddy, I don’t know what that means…”

He repeated the sound, pointedly making it slow and drawn out, and his children giggled.

“Mom, what is he saying?” Cooper laughed.

“I think…he’s saying that we should be there soon,” Laura suggested, shooting a vaguely scolding look at Clint as he smirked.

“But he already said that,” Cooper pointed out. “The last time we asked how far away we were.”

“Daddy, are we lost?” Lila sighed.

“I’m sure he knows where we’re going…Just give your father a moment to get his bear-ings,” Laura teased.

Clint let out a loud groan.

Cooper snickered at his expense, Lila adding a laugh that was caused more by his reaction than her appreciation of the pun, and little Nate joined in on pure principle. Clint shot a look over his shoulder in exasperation.

The whole freaking lot of them were out to get him…

Thankfully his wife’s on-the-fly translation of his bear noises was actually right this time, and Clint ducked through a cluster of low shrubbery, listening to the hissing rush of the little stream.

Back along the very far edge of the property line, a good acre or so into the forested area, there was a decently sized creek that ran along the edge of their land for a few hundred yards before emptying out into the small lake on their neighbor’s property.

They had been walking for almost ten minutes since they’d left the house, and were almost in sight now.

The spot he’d chosen for their picnic was where the stream took a turn, looping in a wide, lazy curve around a large sand bank. In the center of the sand bank a gnarled old oak was growing, some of the lower branches dipping down over the water, and the roots snaking up through the fine gravel like glossy brown sea serpents.

The far side of the stream was backed by a short stone cliff face, the trees growing along the top ridge offering shade to the calm water below.

It was the perfect spot to spend the afternoon.

“Wow!” Cooper and Lila chorused, and Clint let out a grunt in complaint as Cooper slid off his back without warning, leaving Lila and Nate to wobble unsteadily for a split second and give him a minor heart attack before Laura steadied them.

“Dad, it’s awesome!”

“Cooper, wait for me!” Lila cried, slipping from his back as well the second Laura had scooped up Nate.

Clint lumbered over beneath the tree, flopping down in the shade with a grin as he watched his two older children hover at the edge of the stream, peering into the water as they looked for fish.

“This is a lovely little spot,” Laura commented as she settled the picnic basket on the ground, Nate balanced on her hip and cooing happily. “Didn’t you bring me here for one of our anniversaries?”

Clint nodded a little, shifting his paw through the smooth gravel.

It was the most tranquil place on the farm - and it was also nice and secluded, which made it a good place to fool around.

“Look at the minnows!” Lila cried excitedly from by the water. “Daddy, come look!”

With an amused huff of breath, Clint pushed himself to his feet to lumber over to the water, leaving Laura to settle Nate between two of the tree roots and begin spreading out the old picnic blanket for them.

Sure enough, there were a handful of tiny little fish swimming around in the stream, darting like streaks of silver through the cool water as they searched the stones for water bugs.

“Can we catch some, Daddy?” Lila asked, patting his shoulder excitedly. “I want to catch them!”

Clint let out a little snort, leaning to bump his nose against the hem of her leggings before giving a nod at the water.

The little fish were likely going to be too quick for her to catch without a net, but she was welcome to try.

Thankfully his little girl got the message without Laura having to translate, and was quick to plop down on the gravel and start pushing her leggings up above her knees so she could wade into the water without getting her outfit soaked.

Cooper was quick to follow, rolling the cuffs of his jeans up to almost his thighs before scrambling to his feet and edging a step into the stream.

“Holy moly!” the boy gasped, hopping up and down a little at the water’s edge. “It’s cold!”

Clint snorted a little, amused, as his daughter quickly followed suit, repeating the action of dipping her toes in before jumping up and down just as Cooper had and exclaiming “Holy moly!” in excitement.

Clint reached a paw out, placing it in the current as the older children linked hands and began to wade into the stream, exclaiming about the cold in a rather exaggerated manner the whole way, big smiles on their faces.

The water swirled around his paw pad, cool but not unpleasant, and he dipped his whole paw into the water experimentally.

To his surprise, it took a long few seconds to even feel the water.

The fur around his paw seemed to want to deflect the liquid, but it did eventually work its way through to his skin. It didn’t really feel cold, however.

Clint shuffled a bit closer to the water, stepping both of his front paws into the stream, up to almost his elbows.

The water rushed around him, making the strands of his fur move like a bed of seaweed, but it didn’t really feel cold. His skin could tell that the water was cool, but it didn’t go much deeper than the surface.

How odd.

A little squeal from his daughter was quick to jerk his attention up, and Clint glanced over in time to see her pointing at a scuttling little creature that was stuffing its way beneath a rock in the center of the stream.

“It’s a baby lobster!” Lila cried.

“No, it’s a crawfish!” Cooper corrected her excitedly, wading out into the river. “I’m gonna catch it!”

“Cooper, it’ll pinch you!” Lila cautioned, looking around her feet warily as if expecting another to pop out from the mud and grab her.

“I don’t care, I want to catch it,” Cooper responded, wading knee-deep in the water as he made his way from the fine gravel to the larger stones in the middle of the creek.

“Don’t fall in,” Lila called, edging a few inches deeper into the water with the hem of her jumper held up as her curiosity outweighed her worry about getting pinched.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Cooper muttered, only half paying attention as he tried to creep up on the little crawfish. “I’m not gonna fall.”

“Hey guys,” Laura called in a sing-song voice, drawing the attention of the two older children as she pulled a handful of colorful cloth from the picnic basket. “Mom brought swimsuits.”

“All right!” Cooper smiled, forgetting the little crustacean in an instant as he turned to wade his way back to shore. Lila was quick to follow suit, picking her way carefully back to the water’s edge.

Clint let out a little snort in amusement, moving back up onto the bank and shaking the excess water from his front paws.

He recognized these particular swimsuits as ones that Natasha had bought for the children last Christmas - the assassin having stumbled across some Avengers-themed swimwear while out shopping, and apparently unable to resist bringing them home.

“Here you go,” Laura said, handing off the Captain America swim-trunks to her older boy with a nod at the thick bushes nearby. “You can go behind the shrubs over there to get changed. Just make sure you fold your clothes and give them to me so nothing gets lost.”

“Yes, Mom,” the boy recited, all but bouncing with energy as he collected the suit and bounded for the trees.

“Me too, me too!” Lila said, half running and half stumbling up the gravel bank to her mother as Laura untangled the one-piece “Black Widow” swimsuit that Natasha had gifted his daughter and pointed her toward a different patch of undergrowth.

Clint had received a pair of “Hawkeye” swim trunks from the assassin as his present, and little Nate had been given a pack of solid black swim diapers with a hand-made cloth eyepatch headband because Natasha didn’t want to leave “Uncle Fury” out.

Laura, of course, had received a more adult version of the Black Widow swimwear, as a bit of a gift to Clint as well, so he hadn’t really seen fit to complain.

Clint made his way back up to the picnic blanket, licking his lips as he looked around at the food that Laura had laid out so far. It was starting to look like a real feast.

His wife glanced up from the picnic basket as he approached.

“I didn’t remember to pack your swim trunks,” Laura told him with a faked expression that was halfway between an apologetic wince, and wicked smirk. “Sorry, Clint, you’ll just have to go in...bear naked.”

Clint gave her a second to enjoy her amusement before he lumbered a few paces closer, pressed his head to her chest, and gently knocked her over.

This woman…

Laura laughed, reaching up to scratch behind his ears.

“Sorry, love, I couldn’t resist. That one was too perfect.”

Cooper came scrambling back over before Clint could think to respond, a messy heap of “folded” clothing in his grasp that he dropped on the corner of the blanket before taking off toward the stream with a whoop.

A whoop that quickly turned into a holler about how cold the water was as soon as he set foot in the icy stream again.

Clint snorted, shaking his head in exasperation.

Yeah...Cooper definitely took after him.

“It’s going to take a while to get everything set up,” Laura murmured, still lying across the blanket and rubbing her hands through the fur on his head. “You want to go help them catch crawfish for a bit?”

Clint nodded, snuffling a kiss to her cheek before pushing himself up and lumbering toward the stream once more, just in time to walk with Lila as she ran back to the blanket with her own messy pile of “folded” clothing to leave with her mother.

“Daddy, will the crawfish pinch us?” she asked, resting a tiny hand on his shoulder as she picked her way through the pebbles and down to the water.

Clint shrugged as best he could, dipping his head in a little nod.

As close as he could get to “probably.”

“Oh...then I think I’m going to let Cooper catch the crawfish,” she announced. "I'll stick to the little fish."

Clint paced himself with the child as she waded into the stream, helping to balance her as she got into the deeper water.

Lila clung tight to his fur, smiling brightly despite the cold as she peered into the water, looking for fish and making little gasping sounds whenever she spotted one.

A holler of pain from Cooper snapped Clint's attention up, a protective growl rumbling low in his throat, but thankfully his boy had simply found one of the little crawfish.

Clint was in time to see the boy shake his hand hard, sending the little crustacean flying a couple of feet away to land in the river with a plop.

"It pinched me!" he yelped in offense.

"I told you," Lila replied immediately, her voice an adorable mimic of Laura when she was exasperated.

"But I almost had it," he pointed out, already making his way toward the spot where the crawfish had hit the water. "I'm gonna try again…I'll get him this time!"

Lila sighed dramatically, turning to give Clint a look.

"Boys are so silly…"

Clint gave her as much of a grin as he could, bumping his nose against her affectionately.

God, he loved his family.

Re: FILL: Steve's Mind is Digitized (1/3)

(Anonymous) 2020-01-02 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
OP
Thank you so much for making a fill for this! I'm very excited to see what's to come. Take your time, especially if it'll mean future parts with be lengthened. Even though this was short, I'm happy to see a start

Re: Mini Avengers

(Anonymous) 2020-01-02 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
love it :)

Re: FILL: Shifted (36/?)

(Anonymous) 2020-01-02 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
OP
So happy you were able to find it, and I'm so happy you're able to continue this! Really can't wait for more :)

Forced oral - female reciving

(Anonymous) 2020-01-02 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Basically what it says on the tin.

Female is either trapped or imprisoned, and someone decides to take advantage of her plight and perform oral on her.

I prefer one of the less experienced females like Wanda or Mantis for this, but I'm not super picky about which character is chosen.

Bondage is a plus.

Hank Pym Glory Hole

(Anonymous) 2020-01-02 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Either in an AU where Hank is younger and a member of the Avengers (maybe Goliath or Scientific Adventurer identities?) or older and a member of the science team. But with several of the self esteem issues plaguing his 616 counterpart.
He finds a glory hole in the tower that someone (probably Tony) installed, and, well, someone tries to use it while he's there. Hank decides to help out.
Soon he has a massive problem on his hands though, as more and more people start to use the glory hole, and for whatever reason, he starts to think people would be disgusted if they found out it was him.

ABO-verse where enhancements are linked to your type

(Anonymous) 2020-01-06 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Basically mashing the two tropes together, except in a slightly unexpected way.

Alphas are regular humans, but generally hold positions of power, both in government and in relationships. Their word is law.

Omegas have evolved to have innate, superhuman enhancements so they can protect themselves from unwanted advances, and protect their children from would-be attackers. They aren't usually allowed to have any kind of official say, but they are able to keep themselves safe with their powers.

Generally, the power balance between the two evens out. But as each new generation of Omegas are born with more pronounced enhancements, a number of Alphas start to feel threatened.

So they create an Omega-restriction document called the Accords to keep the "dangerous" Omegas in check (and to make sure they are being sufficiently submissive to Alphas) and they put it immediately into effect, requiring all Omegas to sign.

Needless to say, the Omegas aren't about to let that shit fly.

But with half the team being Alphas, not everyone is on board with finding a way to stop the Accords...

Medieval war lord Thanos

(Anonymous) 2020-01-06 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
War Lord Thanos has a very special treatment for people who defy him.

The pommel on his horse's saddle is large and phallic. Once his defeated enemies or high profile prisoners are bound, he strips them, greases up the pommel, and slides the prisoner down on top of it, so they are riding the horse in front of him with the pommel stuffed up their ass/pussy. Then he has his horse trot so they bounce on it, and he parades the prisoner around before ending at a stage where he takes the now well-stretched prisoner, locks them into a pillory, and fucks them in front of his whole army as the ultimate humiliation.

Once he's finished, the fate of the prisoner is up to his generosity. He keeps some as personal slaves. Others he leaves locked in the pillory for his army to satisfy themselves with.

Bonus if the pommel comes off so it can be switched out for something that's bigger or covered in spikes, depending on the prisoner he's punishing.

The Avengers get turned into dogs

(Anonymous) 2020-01-13 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Not too picky, but would like to see something done with this concept.

Re: The Avengers get turned into dogs

(Anonymous) 2020-01-14 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
I've always liked the idea of Avengers turned into animals.
If I manage time for it, is there anything you don't want to see in this concept? Any ending preferences?

Gen; minor-age-playish: Tony shrunk to toddler size

(Anonymous) 2020-01-15 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Tony took Scott’s Ant man suit as he wanted to apply the shrinking tech to his latest Iron Man suit. He succeeded, but when he tried to reverse the shrinkage, it stopped at about 2 1/2 feet, with him inside. Now he’s stuck at that height. The others, avengers and pepper, think he's cute that way and want to care for him almost as if he was a baby despite his protest to be treated like the adult he still is. But then he start to like it.

It's not Tony having a secret 'little' headspace, nor are such headspaces really involved here. He just comes to take comfort in the baby like treatment. The others are moreso, not really aware of how differently they're starting to treat Tony. They just want to make sure he's safe and well looked after.

No Slash! Not looking for any romantic pairings unless it's canon with the mcu. ex. Tony/Pepper.

Re: The Avengers get turned into dogs

(Anonymous) 2020-01-15 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not fond of Tony as a character, so the less of him the better. Other than that I'm fairly open.

I like the idea of them still thinking like humans but reacting with dog instincts. I also like the idea of Vision or Peter bumbling around with trying to care for a pet/pets, though I'm not adverse to some baddies having to deal with avenger dogs either.

Re: FILL: Steve's Mind is Digitized (1/3)

(Anonymous) 2020-01-17 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
please UPDATE!!!

Empathy (1/2)

(Anonymous) 2020-01-19 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
A/N: I don't usually write RPF, and I'm not sure if this is exactly what you were looking for as far as character bleed, but this one piqued my interest, and the pieces fit together rather well, so here you go.

*****

Lizzie frowned down at her copy of the Infinity War script, flipping back through all of the dog-eared pages where her character had been mentioned so she could double check the dialogue.

Beginning to end, there wasn’t a single mention of Pietro Maximoff.

Anywhere.

Now, she’d already known that Quicksilver wouldn’t be coming back - Aaron hadn’t been signed for a second movie in his contract despite their jokes about doing all their future movies as a duo, and his character was currently on the other side of a losing custody battle with Fox studios - but she’d been hoping for at least a mention of Quicksilver in the script. Some hint that he’d existed.

They’d had Ruffalo’s character Bruce Banner come back into the picture with no knowledge of what had happened since the last film they’d done together. It would have made sense for him to ask about the Scarlet Witch suddenly being a team member, or ask where her twin brother had wound up. Two lines of dialogue is all it would have taken. But aside from a callback to his character’s doomed relationship with the Black Widow, there had been nothing.

Their two characters hadn’t even had time to interact.

Lizzie had honestly expected some mention of Quicksilver back when they were filming Civil War the previous year. It was the immediate follow up to Age of Ultron, after all, and would have been a good opportunity to show the impact of his death of the surviving characters, especially when they were bringing up the tragedy in Sokovia and the casualties that happened in the course of trying to stop bad guys. But the directors had a sub-plot to focus on that only just barely involved her, so it hadn’t really come up.

At this point it didn’t look like he was going to get so much as a callback.

It honestly felt like a bit of a slap to Aaron’s character to have the studio wipe Quicksilver so completely from the franchise after a single movie like that, but she supposed that it was a bit too much of a plot sidetrack to open up that particular box in an already time-constrained movie like Infinity War, especially for a character as unpopular as hers.

With a sigh, Lizzie flipped the script back to the beginning, starting in on her second read-through and trying to ignore the clinging sadness at the fact that her friend’s character had been entirely forgotten.

*****

She had decided to ask Jeremy Renner about it while they were on the set of Wind River one day, after they’d finished recording a particularly heart-wrenching scene and the directors had called a break to warm up from the miserable, biting, Utah cold.

She’d caught up with the man in the break tent, over by the little metal coffee dispensers, clearing her throat a little to announce her presence.

“Hey Lizzie,” the man smiled. You here for some coffee?”

“No, I ah...I had a question,” she started.

“Shoot,” Jeremy replied, carefully filling a little Styrofoam cup from the tap before moving it to the table top.

“Do you...” she’d started hesitantly, searching for the right words so that her request wouldn’t sound too stupid. “Do you ever feel sad for the characters you play? For what they have to go through?”

The older man glanced back over his shoulder at her, his hands occupied with pouring a packet of creamer into his coffee as he studied her for a moment. After a second he shrugged, turning his attention back to his drink.

“I suppose so…? I mean, I guess it really depends what you mean by ‘feeling sad for them.’ Like, pity them as characters? Or feel personally upset because you’re trying to project their emotions?”

“The second one,” she murmured.

Jeremy was silent for a moment as he whisked a stir stick around his coffee, tapping the drips back into his cup before tossing the little strip of wood into the plastic garbage bag that was hung nearby and turning to face her.

The man sighed a little, leaning back against the table and crossing one arm over his chest as he held the steaming Styrofoam cup in the opposite hand, staring down at his boots for a long second before meeting her gaze with a rather serious expression.

“Look, I know everyone is always going on about ‘method acting,’ and ‘becoming the character’... but in all honesty, for your sake, it’s important to draw a line,” he explained. “I try not to ever let myself mix the two. I mean, if you can put yourself in the character’s mindset for one scene, that’s great. But you need to be able to perform a hard disconnect after that, or you’re gonna mess yourself up. Like Heath Ledger,” he said, raising a brow, and Lizzie nodded.

Paul Bettany had told her what Ledger had been like before the Joker role - when the two of them had worked together on the set of A Knight’s Tale.

The thought of getting lost that deep in a character was admittedly a little frightening to her.

“Why do you ask?” Jeremy prompted after a moment, his expression softening into concern. “You starting to feel this script a bit hard?”

“It’s not Jane in specific,” she sighed, offering a little shrug. “It’s...it’s all of them.”

“The other characters in the movie?”

My characters,” she specified. “The ones I’ve played.”

“Like Scarlet Witch,” he guessed, and Lizzie nodded.

“When you’re always having to become someone who has all of these awful, terrible things happen to them, it’s...” she started, looking away as she searched for the right words to complete her thought. “I mean...am I just imagining that my characters always seem to have a horrible lot in life?”

Jeremy mused for a second, his head tilting a little.

“No, you’re not really wrong…you were in that indie film about the cult escapee - Martha?” he asked, and she nodded. “And that other horror film, Silent House...and you were also the girl in the Oldboy remake, with Brolin?”

Lizzie nodded again.

The man let out a soft, bitter chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s a rough cast list for sure.”

“So I’m not crazy?” she asked hesitantly.

Jeremy shook his head.

“No, you’re definitely on to something. I think it’s because you’ve got really expressive eyes, so unfortunately everyone probably has you pegged for the tragic roles,” Jeremy shrugged, pushing himself to his feet as a distant shout called everyone back to the set. “And don’t get me wrong, you do a damn good job with it - but you need to make sure that you aren’t mixing up Lizzie’s emotions with Jane’s, or Wanda’s, or Martha’s,” he said with a gentle smile, patting her shoulder on the way by. “See you on set, kid. Don’t forget your hat.”

*****

Lizzie frowned down at her script for Infinity War, reading it over for what must have been the tenth time that evening.

It just made no sense.

Why were they having her character kill the one person in the world that she had left, instead of turning around and going after Thanos?

From how they’d described the character to her, the Scarlet Witch could take Thanos out - infinity gauntlet or not. Hell, they had her holding him back single-handed in that very scene!

It didn’t make any sense for them to go for the sacrifice play to try and slow Thanos down instead of simply focusing all their effort on taking him out for good.

But if she was being honest with herself, she knew why the directors wouldn’t let that happen. They would never risk taking the focus away from the “real” Avengers like that. They couldn’t have the main bad guy defeated by someone who had only been a part of the narrative for two movies, and certainly not if they wanted to get an entire second film out of this plot line.

Still, it seemed like a lot of needless cruelty to put her character through.

Especially when it wouldn’t even make a difference in the end.

*****

Being on set during the ending scenes of Infinity War was...rough.

Lizzie tried to keep her chipper attitude, to smile for the others and laugh, but more and more she was noticing that it always seemed to feel a little forced.

The script was just so depressing, it felt like it was creating a cloud of dark, brooding weight in the atmosphere of the filming studio that no amount of jokes or laughter or outtakes could seem to break through.

And it certainly didn’t help that she was surrounded by people like Evans and Hemsworth and Johansson who could throw believable, heart-wrenching emotion into anything they did, and who were all busy acting their hearts out as their characters fought for their lives and watched their loved ones all die around them.

There was a rather morbid humor going around as they all tried to stave off the tragedy of what they were trying to act, but she just couldn’t seem to get behind the “another one bites the dust” jokes, or the bad “snap” puns that everyone was making.

For some reason, Lizzie was just finding it really hard to jump back to her usual happy attitude in between cuts. She kept catching herself staring off into nothing, brooding, while the others all tried to lighten the mood.

It was after one such scene following a particularly exhausting battle choreograph, when the directors had called a half-hour break, that she found herself being approached by Paul Bettany.

The man always looked so odd in his costume, with the combined red skin paint and motion-capture electrodes stuck all over his face, but it was something that she’d gotten used to seeing after so many years of recording together. She glanced up at him as he made his way over to where she was sitting on the ground, trying to convince her stiff muscles to get moving once more.

“Brought you a coffee,” he smiled, offering out the little cup.

“Thanks,” Lizzie replied, shooting him a grin as she pushed herself to her feet with a groan and dusted herself off.

She took the little cup from him, happy to find that it was still decently warm despite the hike from the coffee machine.

Paul took a sip of his own drink, looking around the set for a moment before focusing his gaze in on her.

“Are you doing all right?” he asked, his brows pinching up a little in concern, but not quite enough to offset his friendly smile.

“I’m fine,” she replied out of habit, forcing her smile a little wider as she lifted her coffee cup to her lips once more. “Just a bit sore from getting thrown around.”

The man laughed softly at that.

“Just wanted to check in. You seemed to be getting a bit distant between cuts, there.”

Lizzie nodded in acknowledgement, but didn’t respond.

It made sense that Paul would be the first to catch on that something wasn’t quite right - their characters had spent the most time together in filming, and he’d seen enough of what she was normally like in between scenes to know that something was off.

“You almost done for the day?” she asked him before he could speak again, hoping to prevent any further discussion of her mood.

“I have one more short fight scene with Evans and Shaw that they want to get filmed before we call it a night. You?”

“I think that they’re hoping to get a smooth run-through of this ditch scene with all of us girls before they let us head out.”

Paul nodded, and Lizzie focused on taking another slow sip of her coffee as the silence dragged.

“Well,” the man sighed after a moment. “I had best get going. They need to touch up the diodes before I go back on.”

“All right, I’ll see you around,” she replied with a chipper smile that felt like it didn’t even belong to her. “Thanks again for the coffee!”

“Anytime,” he nodded, turning to walk away.

And Lizzie was quick to bury her nose back in her cup so nobody would see how quickly the smile fell from her face as soon as he was no longer looking.

Empathy (2/2)

(Anonymous) 2020-01-19 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
*****

“Quiet on the set!”

Lizzie took a slow breath, feeling the tense ache in the back of her throat that always seemed to accompany tears as she tried to get herself into a calmer mindset for a few seconds before they started the camera rolling again.

This was it.

This was the death scene.

She’d read the script about a hundred times, embedding the dialogue into her mind so she wouldn’t be distracted trying to remember it while she was trying to act the scene, but all that had really done was give her a miserable, upset, sleepless night.

It still felt so goddamn unnecessary.

Lizzie allowed her watering eyes to fill, flexing her fingers a little down by her side as the directors tweaked the lighting and prepped the cameras.

Getting herself into the mindset of Wanda Maximoff.

When they finally called action, her eyes opened to a kaleidoscope of bright, blurred colors that swirled around her vision with her tears, blinding her for a long second.

She'd shook her head as Paul begged her to go through with it - reassuring her that it was the only option, and that he wouldn't be in pain - and her next line of "I can't" was barely a whisper, her throat strangled with actual emotion as she pleaded with him.

She didn't want to do this.

Having filmed so many scenes together, laughing and smiling and holding each other close, they had become very dear friends, and it wasn't very hard to get her mind to blend Paul and Vision together into one person, combining Wanda's agony at having to sacrifice the other hero with her own surprisingly upsetting realization that she was going to "kill" Paul - that she was going to remove him from this franchise like Aaron, and she might never get to work with him again.

She was actually going to lose him.

Lizzie's flowing tears were more easily conjured than she cared to admit as she held a hand out toward Paul, watching the dazed anguish on his face as she let her fingers tremble a little with the imaginary strain of her powers.

It wasn’t fair that she had to be the one to kill him.

It wasn’t fair at all, and the cruelest part was that her character’s suffering was all a joke.

The sacrifice would ultimately do nothing, and a minute later her character would have to watch Paul’s character be killed again right in front of her eyes, and be helpless to stop it from happening.

It seemed so damn unnecessary.

She theoretically knew why they were doing it this way.

It was dramatic, they’d explained to her with shark grins, earlier that day. It made it feel like the good guys had finally won at a great cost, only to have them lose it all in the end. It would have the audience tearing up in their theater seats, especially between her performance with Bettany, and Tom Holland’s final scene.

It would psych the audience up, only to crush them with a seemingly hopeless cliffhanger, and guarantee them billions in ticket sales to the next movie.

She theoretically knew why the directors were doing it, but it still felt unnecessarily cruel.

No matter how hopeless they needed the scenario to feel, or how much of a fake victory they wanted to provide, she just couldn’t seem to justify to herself why Vision had to die twice. Why force his first death at her hands, instead of simply having Thanos kill him? Or better yet, why not have him rip the stone from his own head in defiance? Couldn’t the script be written in another way, to spare her character another needless tragedy, after she’d already lost everything?

She couldn’t understand the logic.

Months later however, after the movie released to theaters, she got her answer.

It was because nobody remembered.

The internet was awash with accusations about putting the life of one character above the rest of the universe, and that they should have simply killed Vision right off the bat.

People said there never should have been any question or hesitation when it came to killing him, because he was a robot and not a real human.

They didn’t see why it was so significant to the Scarlet Witch that her boy toy get to live, and called her selfish for not striking him down immediately when he’d brought up the idea.

They didn’t remember that the character had grown up an orphan, or that her twin brother and only remaining family member had died only a couple of years before. They didn’t remember that her homeland had been completely destroyed, or that her people had been subject to a genocide by Ultron. They didn’t remember her suffering in prison, or her two years in exile, with Vision as the only person there to keep her company.

They didn’t remember anything about the Scarlet Witch’s character or background, other than her wanting Vision’s dick.

Or if they did, they simply didn't care.

Lizzie had actually shut down her computer when she felt herself getting upset at one such fan thread, Jeremy’s warning about needing a hard disconnect ringing in her head.

It was just a character in a silly fake movie.

It was just poor writing, and plot inconsistency, and a bigger focus on the characters that sold more toys and accessories and branded plastic lunch baggies for Disney than her character did, or ever would.

It wasn’t anything personal.

But as she lay in bed that night, restless and sleepless, she couldn’t seem to help the miserable ache in her chest at just how horribly poor Wanda Maximoff had suffered, and how nobody seemed to care.

*****

Lizzie sighed a little as she glanced over the new script packet for her latest role - a startup Facebook TV series, titled simply “Sorry For Your Loss.”

The show was apparently about “a young widow struggling to put her life back together in the wake of her husband’s unexpected death.”

And after the cruel double death of her character’s lover in Infinity War, the description honestly kind of felt like a personal shot.

Her agent had assured her about a dozen times that she was perfect for the role, giving her a big, encouraging smile to go with the script that she’d been handed, and had asked her to read it over and give an answer in the morning, even if it was a “maybe.”

Right now she could barely convince herself to open the packet.

Somehow it still felt too real, too raw. And the fact that Paul had revealed at the cast party that he hadn't been signed on for the final movie yet had only cemented the horrible, sickening feeling that she had been solely responsible for this.

That she had killed him.

She had spent the evening with Jeremy and Paul and Sebastian and Tom Hiddleston, letting them serve as a distraction from the creeping sadness that was trying to tighten like a noose around her throat, but not even their cheerful company could stave it off for long enough to keep her from crying herself to sleep that night.

She'd been keeping herself busy since filming for Infinity War had ended, helping her older sisters with modeling and visiting friends as her agent kept an eye out for their next project, but she could never seem to distance herself enough from it to fully relax.

Avengers was everywhere.

She couldn't even visit the store without walking past half a dozen of her cast mates' images, noting with a slightly bitter sadness that she and Paul were almost never present among them.

Both of them forgotten.

It was starting to exhaust her emotionally, and she couldn't seem to shake it.

What she really needed was some ridiculous B-movie role, or a voice acting gig in a children's cartoon. Something to make a clean break between her own mind and the suffering that her characters had been put though.

“You’ve got to disconnect, Lizzie,” she muttered to herself, setting the script aside as she rubbed at her stinging eyes, deciding that she would brave that particular new tragedy in the morning. “It’s just a character in a silly, fake show.”

She clicked off the bedside light, settling herself beneath the covers with a sigh as she tried to clear her mind enough to sleep.

Maybe things would get better in her next few movies.

They had the filming for End Game coming up in the next year, and it would theoretically conclude with a victory over Thanos and a reversal of the loss that had happened in Infinity War.

Everything was supposed to end on a relatively happy note, and she could only hope that her character was one of the happy ones...That maybe she could finally break out of this stereotype, and play a happy character for a change.

There was only so much tragedy and pain that they could write into the storyline for one side character, after all.

...

...right?

Dom Clint

(Anonymous) 2020-01-20 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
I'm desperate for more of him as a dom, especially if he's spanking a bratty sub to tears and then cuddling them.

Favorites are him with Natasha or the Maximoff twins.

Re: Empathy (2/2)

(Anonymous) 2020-01-20 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
To match, I don't normally read RPF. But this caught my eye. I think it works well.

Cap turned into a woman, gang-bang

(Anonymous) 2020-01-20 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
Steve got hit with a spell or something, transforming him into a beautiful, voluptuous woman. The guys are intrigued, but Steve just wants his normal body back. After being stuck in he body for a while, Steve gets encouraged to get comfortable in his body in the case he's stuck that way. Eventually cap gets to comfortable in interested in his new body, he gets interested in experiencing sex from all the boys.

Cap turned into a pet

(Anonymous) 2020-01-20 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
I need Steve turned into some kind of animal that gets taken care of by the team. Or some animal human hybrid that's mostly animal. No romance.
No pairings please!!!

Wanda/Proxima - devolved catfight

(Anonymous) 2020-01-24 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
When the two of them are fighting close-quarters in the street during Infinity War, things get a little handsy.

The two of them wind up pulling hair, biting, ripping clothes, etc. until they are all but fucking one another for dominance.

Bonus if Vision and Corvius are just staring at them from the background, completely dumbstruck but perfectly content to watch as it goes down.

HYDRA Standard Issue Cyanide Pills

(Anonymous) 2020-01-26 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
In order to prevent any secrets from being spilled, HYDRA gives all of their recruits a false tooth with a cyanide capsule in it so they can kill themselves if they are ever captured.

What if they also gave it to some of their experiment "volunteers" (like Bucky, Wanda, and Pietro) accompanied by plenty of horror stories about what people do to captured soldiers and why it would be better for them if they take the quick death as opposed to a slow death by torture?

cupid makes Tony fall for Fury

(Anonymous) 2020-02-03 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Valentines day is around the corner and Tony is shot with cupid's arrow, literally. Cupid intended Tony to fall for Pepper, but she wasn't the first person he saw after being shot. Instead his lovesick eyes landed on Fury, and he's head over hills for him. Fury just thinks he's nuts.

A humorous fic idea with Tony chasing after Fury, giving him loads of lovey dovey stuff, but he keeps rejecting him.

bounty on Tony's head; Gamora and gang

(Anonymous) 2020-02-03 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
A bounty's been placed on Tony's head out in the galaxy for some reason. Gamora decides to get to him first. Tony must hang low with the crew til they can figure out what's going on. Quill isn't too thrilled about this, and he keeps getting jealous about Gamora wanting to help Tony so much.
no Quill/Stark.

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