𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 '𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷'
↳ (13 avengers x reader)
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｡･:*˚:✧｡ You crash land on Asgard, not knowing who you are or where you're from, and especially not knowing what a 'soulmate' is. May the Allfather guide you on your journey ac...
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You felt a little empty still, but even the sensation of the fluffy blanket wrapped around you was better than nothing. And it wasn't just the fluffy blanket wrapped around you, but Bucky as well. He had managed to get you down to the couch in the living room and find a blanket. You had fallen asleep from the exhaustion overtaking you after everything. In fact, even your powers felt drained, which was odd. Maybe it was due to not having used them for so long.
You could... remember something. Time stopping around you.
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"What's going on?" a man in a lab coat shouted. The lights flickered above.
"What are you doing, monster?" one of the doctors asked.
You were mad, seething. You were sad. You were... You didn't know anymore.
"I killed her," you whispered. "I killed her. I did it. I killed her." Blood pooled around your feet. Her blood painted the walls, a speck on the doctor's white lab coat, the rest of it on the floor and on your hands.
"What have I done?!" you shouted, the sound reverberating through the white-walled box. The two guards with guns began to slowly raise them. You looked at them with a lifelessness to your eyes.
You took a step toward the guns, raising your hands, and as the bullets flew toward you, time stopped.
Everything and everyone stopped moving. There was no sound for a moment. There was no whisper of air from the hidden vents. There was...
Nothing.
The bullets hung midair for a moment, and you flicked them away from you.
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You stared at the glass windows, maybe thirty feet away from you. The sun rising in the distance. Rising on a new day.
Was he awake? No. He was sleeping. His pulse was slow and steady against your back as he curled into you further while you moved slightly.
You could stop time.
Tony would want to know. You weren't sure you wanted to tell him. Especially if he asked how you figured it out or if you knew any other powers you had.
Because you hadn't. And that might make him suspect something.
You thought back to the other memories you were yet to truly uncover and comprehend. There was a long road ahead of you. And so many dead bodies on the road behind you...
