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Excelsior
(Your POV)
Wilson: “Glad you made it. I’m sure you heard the news already. Come on, he’s just about to start.” Deadpool walked me down the hall, A large door at the opposite end. Once there, he pushed it open, letting me through first before walking in himself. It was a large cathedral like room, dawned by stained glass windows and several symbols of just about every religion there was. But this wasn’t a religious mass. It was a wake. “Come on, we saved you a seat.” Deadpool led me down the pews towards the front, two spaces situated directly in front of the podium. He sat, and I sat after to his left. I looked around, finding characters of every genre sitting quietly. I recognized most, not all, but most.
Tony: “Glad you could make it kid.” Behind me sat Tony Stark, his brother the Crimson blade to his left, Natasha Romanoff to his left, and the rest of the Avengers onward. Mr. Stark rested a hand on my shoulder. A warm, yet sad sm
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 34
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BEGIN THE CIVIL WAR
(Your POV)
Jeriah: “These 74-Z’s Really move. We must have covered half the South Pole by now.”
You: “Something like that. Still can’t sense a damn thing. Anything on your end droid?”
P.R.X.-Y: “Our scanners are not detecting any foreign technology at this time.”
You: “Damn.. keep looking.” The speeder beneath me roared on as I speed across the tundra of the North Pole. The end of my new winter robes fluttering behind me was the wind and snow rushed past.
It had been a few weeks since my unofficial takeover of the Academy. Since then I had been able to wipe the Droid P.R.X.-Y’s memory of any trace of Darth Vane and put it to good use. Currently, it was searching through ping readouts the speeders were sending in an attempt to find something built in the home dimension. More spec
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UMH: Tower Adventures 11
ANNIVERSARY
(Natasha’s POV)
JARVIS: “Welcome home Ms. Romanoff.”
Natasha: “Good to be back JARVIS.” I slumped against the elevator wall, sighing heavily as this was the first moment in the last 45 hours I could breathe in relief. My head fell back, tapping lightly against the thankfully cold, steel wall of the Elevator as it moved up the tower floors. “God, Im exhausted… and a mess.” I looked across the small space as the wall opposite shimmered into a holo-mirror, my admittedly disheveled reflection looking back at me.
JARVIS: “Was it a particularly trying assignment Miss?”
Natasha: “You could say that.” Fury had sent me to Iraq to quell an uprising of religious fanatics that were believed to be working on  a rudimentary Nuclear bomb. The group themselves were hardly a threat to any nation, but if the bomb they were making had been put together correctly, or more likely, wrong. The ensuing fa
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UMH: Tower Adventures 10
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CHILD WONDER
(Your POV)
You: “You know this place isn’t nearly as bad as Tony described it.”
Natasha: “That’s because your brother has a tendency to blow things out of proportion.” I looked up from the desk to shoot her an unamused look. As I did however and my eyes met hers, I relented. Tony DID have a tendency to blow things out of proportion. “Course, it probably helps that it's June and not the dead of winter.” Also true. “You about ready over there?”
You: “Just about.” I was putting the finishing touches on the new computer system, making sure it had a direct (albeit limited) connection to the Stark Servers. From what Tony said this kid was smart, and I didn’t want him messing with the servers, even if by accident. My ears picked up the sound of a bus coming to a stop. Its brakes squealing as it pulled up on the street. &
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UMH: Tower Adventures 9
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THE FRIDGE
(Your POV)
Clint: “(Y/N)... (Y/N).... (Y/N)....” Someone was poking at my face, causing me to stir from my deep peaceful sleep. “(Y/N).... (Y/N)... (Y…..” I caught the intruding digit in my fist, holding it tight.
You: “Poke me again, and I’ll rip it off and nail it to my wall.” There was an audible gulp as I forced my eyes to open, finding Clint sweating lightly as his eyes darted between mine and his finger.
Clint: “Please don’t.” I released him, grumbling as I sat up in bed.
You: “No such thing as a moments peace around here.” I mumbled, looking to the clock on my bedside table. 7:15 in the morning. “What do you want Clint?”
Clint: “There’s a little problem in the kitchen.”
You: “How can there be a problem in the Kitchen? In fact why would YOU care if there was? You don’t
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UMH: Tower Adventures 8
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Dark World
(Your POV)
-Sunday-
Sunday afternoon. Is there anything more relaxing with a drink on the balcony? The city below even seemed quiet today. Pepper was in Washington with Tony getting the zoning permits for the New Stark tower that was to be built there. Now that Tony was giving up Iron Man, he’d decided to be a more active participant in Stark Inc. again. Nat was off on an assignment, Fury wasn’t trying to bug me for anything. It was peaceful.
JARVIS: “Sir, you have a call holding from a Professor Selvig.” Damnit. I sighed, throwing my head back on my lounge chair as I set my glass aside.
You: “Put it through.” There was a beep in my ear. “This is (Y/N) Stark.”
Selvig: “Mr. Stark!” I had to pull the earpiece out as I rubbed at my offended ear, did he have to be so loud? ”It’s so good to hear from you!”
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UMH Tower Adventures 7
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TEST DRIVIN CRAZY
(Your POV)
You: “Tony… what are you doing?” Woken from sleep by JARVIS, saying that TOny needed me down at the gym immediately. I rushed down as fast as the tower’s elevator would allow. THe doors opening only to show me my older (here read ‘Child Like’) Brother flailing around, in a new suit. “I thought you were done making new suits?” He turned to me, the visor of the suit popping open to show his smiling face.
Tony: “I am done making new ones… you know, for me.” My eyes narrowed in confusion as my jaw fell open. He chuckled, turning fully to me to show the suit he was wearing. Its color scheme a far cry from the standard Red and Gold of the Iron Man suit. “Say hello to the C.B. Mark 8.” Of course the body of the suit was practically the same, what set it apart was as always, the faceplate and color palett
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 33
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TRIAL AND GRAVE ERROR
(Korra’s POV)
Ashara: “Breathe. Just breathe.”
Korra: “I AM breathing.”
Ashara: “Yes, but ONLY breathe Korra. You are letting the outside world in. Clear your mind of all intrusive thoughts, and breathe.”
Korra: “You TELLING me to breathe is NOT HELPING.”
Ashara: “You’re letting your emotions get the better of you Korra, you need to…”
Korra: “If you say clear my mind one more time I swear I am going to take that holocron and chuck it into the ocean.”
Ashara: “Damn it woman would you just shut up and breathe!?”
Korra: “I AM BREATHING!!” My eyes burst open as I slammed my fists into the ground. Several spikes shooting up around me in response. The Holocron before me left unscathed, having been able to float out of harm's way. Ashara held
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A Very Starking Christmas: Epilogue
Wilson: “HA! You all thought it was a ring! Come on you really think that Author guy was really gonna give you that THIS soon? Guy’s a fuckin tease and YOU ALL know it! Ain’t that right guy!? Guy? Yo! Author guy. Where you at?....... You all can’t see me right now but I’m walking around this big house this jerk wrote up for himself. No clue where he is though, put too many damn rooms in this place…. Oh there he is…. Is he fuckin asleep!?
Author: “zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
Wilson: “Helllllooo… Wakey wakey..
   *SMACK!*
   *SMACK!*
Author: “zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
Wilson: “Huh… Nothin. Wait what’s this on the computer? Ok.. Well, apparently this jerk had something he was writing for all you Deviant people out there… oops, I mean ‘DEVIANT’s or whatever you call
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 13
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LOOSE ENDS
(Tony’s POV)
Clint: “What the hell did you do this time?” My head shot up as Pepper and I exited the elevator. (Y/N) slung over our shoulders. Agent Barton was on the couch on the opposite end, clearly confused. “He’s not dead is he?”
Tony: “Shut up and help us out.” He sighed in exasperation, but complied. Making a show of getting off the couch and walking over to take Pepper’s place at (Y/N)’s right. “Where’s Romanoff?”
Clint: “She’s in (Y/N)’s room. Still passed out. Banner’s giving her a look over now.”
Tony: “Alright, Help me get him in there. That bed should be big enough for the two of them.” We dragged (Y/N) into his room while Pepper flopped on the couch, exhausted from the long boat ride, then drive, then walk. Rhodey had offered to get us a government transport. B
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 12
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CHRISTMAS SHOWDOWN
(Your POV)
The Suits immediately set to tearing apart the EXTREMIS soldiers. Taking out multiples in single swings. And while the subjects were admittedly putting up a good fight, they were clearly losing.
Tony: “Heads up!” Tony tackled me to the ground as a suit and two of the EXTREMIS boys flew overhead, nose diving into the ground below in a fiery blaze.
Rhodey: “So this is what you’ve been doing in your downtime huh?”
Tony: ‘Everyone needs a hobby.”
You: “I’m just thankful yours is useful. And Pepper wanted you to take up painting.”
Tony: “I could have been a painter.” Another set of armor whizzed past us, slamming into the wall to our side before knocking us to the floor.
Rhodey: “It would have been less destructive.” The structure shifted, the sound of metal creaking as support beams began fallin
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 11
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HOUSE PARTY
(Your POV)
You: "Ok, run this by me again.” We were on the speedboat we’d borrowed from Trevor, headed towards an oil rig just off the Miami coast. All on the word of said Actor/terrorist face. Rhodes was driving while Tony was explaining to me what Slattery and Killian had explained to him. “So the bombings weren’t bombings but, Extremis experiments gone wrong. And Slattery was hired on to be the Mandarin to take credit for those bombings as terrorist Attacks. Except for the bombing in Kuwait which WAS an actually bomb, but on the orders of a secret backer?” Tony shrugged. Continuing to tinker with my visor. He was attempting to re-attach the on board JARVIS system in such a way that the glitches would not be as prominent. A temporary fix until a more permanent one could be found.
Tony: “That’s pretty much it yeah.”
You: “This all sounds
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 32
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PROJECT Y
(Flashback)
-PLANET DROMUND KAAS-
-Imperial Capital-
(Your POV)
You: “I fail to understand how you are capable of such insubordination.” I was pacing the length of my desk. Situated at the back end of my private office. Vader stood on the other side, his arms folded over his chest piece. His Mechanical breathing made that much louder in the relatively small space.
Vader: “There were other priorities brought to my attention. I am not your daughter's private guard. I am your second in command. Therefore, I have duties to this Empire.” I stopped pacing, slamming my fist into the desk before me.
You: “No. YOU, are whatever I say you are. If that means you are a BABYSITTER then you better DAMN well accept that role! Now my daughter is somewhere in the galaxy. I DON’T KNOW where, with some boy YOU saw fit to send in your place!
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 10
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YOU"RE F***IN KIDDING ME
(Tony’s POV)
Making my way to Miami was the easy part. Stopping only twice during the thirteen hour drive to pick up supplies, then at the motel to turn said supplies into a multitude of deadly homemade weapons and chemical bombs.
It paid to be a genius sometimes.
Tony: “Alright, I’m texting you the address now.” I was sitting in my borrowed car just outside the compound JARVIS had messaged me, now forwarding the address to (Y/N)’s borrowed quinjet.
You: “I’d really feel more comfortable if you just waited for me Tony. It’s only another few hours before I can be there.”
Tony: “No can do.”  I shot back. “Every minute we waste is another minute this fake Mandarin gets in his favor. You saw the message. Who knows what the hell that psycho has planned for his ‘Final Lesson.’ This has to e
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 31
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DUEL OF THE SITH
(Your POV)
You: “Galen Marek?”
Marek: “Are you so surprised to see me old (man/woman)?” The smug in his voice was only emphasized by the cheeky grin plastered to his pale face. Marek had changed much since the last time I’d seen him. His skin was significantly paler, his head shaved, and his eyes held the yellow glow of the Dark side.
You: “A bit if i’m being honest. What the hell are you doing in the realm of the Avatar?” He chuckled, taking step to the right of the circle his students had formed around us. I wasn't about to let him close the distance between us, so I mirrored his movement.
Marek: “Oh wouldn't you just love to know what Lord Vader and the Emperor are planning.”
You: “Oh I could give a fuck what Sidious has concocted. I mean YOU, Galen. Last I heard you were dumped into t
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ASSAULT
(Your POV)
You: “Well… I guess that’s it.”
Azula: “Doesn’t look like much.”
You: “Neither do you.”
Azula: “Excuse you?”
Zuko: “Can we focus please!?” Azula and I fell into relative silence. Only broken by the constant thoughts in her head reverberating in my own of her want to eliminate me in various ways.
We had made land roughly an hour earlier, and with Jeriahs direction, made way to a cliff top overlooking the front entrance of the academy. I was currently looking over the massive door marking the entryway with a pair of binoculars provided by young Iroh. As expected, it was a standard issue Imperial door. Automatic, emblazoned with the Imperial seal, along with that odd skull painted around it.
Iroh: “She didn’t mention the place was built INTO the mountain.”
You
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(Your POV)

Wilson: “Glad you made it. I’m sure you heard the news already. Come on, he’s just about to start.” Deadpool walked me down the hall, A large door at the opposite end. Once there, he pushed it open, letting me through first before walking in himself. It was a large cathedral like room, dawned by stained glass windows and several symbols of just about every religion there was. But this wasn’t a religious mass. It was a wake. “Come on, we saved you a seat.” Deadpool led me down the pews towards the front, two spaces situated directly in front of the podium. He sat, and I sat after to his left. I looked around, finding characters of every genre sitting quietly. I recognized most, not all, but most.

Tony: “Glad you could make it kid.” Behind me sat Tony Stark, his brother the Crimson blade to his left, Natasha Romanoff to his left, and the rest of the Avengers onward. Mr. Stark rested a hand on my shoulder. A warm, yet sad smile gracing his features. I patted the hand, and he released me before sitting back. The Crimson blade simply nodded in my direction with a smile, then turned back to Ms. Romanoff as a tear escaped her eye.

Korra: “This seat taken?” I looked back up, finding The Avatar, Korra, along with her friends, the Previous Avatar, Aang, his friends and the Dark One all standing before me. I shook my head no. She smiled, and took the seat to my right. The Dark One followed suit, sitting to her right. And the rest of the group followed suit. The Dark One looked back, eyes looking on with the Crimson blade, a mutual look shared before turning back to the podium.

Wilson: “Don’t look now, here comes team Dread.” I looked behind us, watching as several more characters had entered the room, all lead by the Batman. Heroes and villains alike had gathered inside, taking seats in the pews opposite us. Seems each side was reserved, One side DC, the other Marvel. “It’s weird seeing everyone together.” I looked back to Deadpool, watching as he removed his signature mask to reveal his disfigured face. “All this material, and I can’t bring myself to make a joke.” I sighed, understanding exactly what he meant. “Here me go.” Everything fell completely silent as a hollow tapping sound filled the room. A young looking man walking across the stage towards the podium. A silver headed cane in one hand, a set of golden rings with multi-colored gems in the other. He was somber as he walked across. His pinstripe, three piece suit slightly disheveled. He made it to the podium, setting the can aside before sighing, and snapping his fingers. The gems glowed and a ring of flowers with an image of an elderly man in sunglasses appeared beside him. “That’s the Author if your wondering.” I turned back to Deadpool, his eyes focused on the man before us, just like everyones was. “He’s the reason we’ve all been brought together. Seem’s fitting he should give the eulogy. Kinda full of himself if you ask me…”

Natasha: “Not now Wilson.”

Crimson Blade: “Some of us owe him our lives.”

Dark One: “So please, just once. Shut up Deadpool.” Deadpool rolled his eyes, but fell silent all the same. The Author sighed, cleared his throat, and began speaking.

Author: “It’s hard. It’s hard finding the right words to describe someone that’s had an impact on your life. Even harder when it’s someone that’s had an impact on So many lived over several generations. But I’ve always felt that if you lead a life that cannot be described in words, you have succeeded in life. And I think we can all agree, Stan Lee  led such a life.” Everyone nodded, some growing close to tears. “Everyone here, owes something to Mr. Lee, whether it be directly.” The Author waved his hand towards the Marvel pew’s. “Or Indirectly.” He waved towards DC. “Everyone here has felt the impact he’s made on the worlds we create and Live in. We, fictional or not, owe more to this man than we dare imagine. Myself included.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I never met Stan Lee, but by god I wish I had. Because I would have thanked him profusely for inspiring me to write as I have. I would have thanked him for giving me, us, worlds to escape to. Stories we couldn't tear away from. For inspiring so many to believe in the good of the world. To believe, anyone, everyone could be super heros.” He chuckled, a small smile breaking out. “Hell, he always opened his stories and videos with ‘Greetings Heros’.” We all chuckled a bit at the reference. “He was a man I wish I’d met, a hero I looked up to, and the inspiration for creating all this.” He gestured around the room. “I don’t think I would have wanted to be a writer if it wasn’t for Stan Lee. He made so many memorable characters. Spiderman, who in turn inspired his ripoff.”

Wilson: “I take offense to that!” The room broke out into a light laughter at Deadpool’s expense.

Author: “The Fantastic Four, The X-Men, The Hulk. Not to mention all the characters he advised on. It’s safe to say he was the Face of Marvel, of Comics.” Everyone nodded in agreement. “More then that though, Stan Lee was a good man, a good husband, a good father and a good man. He made everyone he met feel like a superhero. And he inspired so many kids to be better. He inspired me to be better.” He paused, breathing deeply again as he rubbed his hand against his eye. “I remember as a kid I’ d look up into the night sky, and every night I noticed it was always a little different. A new Star would shine or one would have vanished. And while the new stars shone bright, it was always a bit dimmer without the old ones. We lost a star today, one that shone so bright, the sky just doesn't seem the same without him.” He knocked against the podium, biting at the inside of his cheek as he thought of something else to say. “I don’t know if this is a good eulogy, or if it even comes close to expressing the kind of man Stan Lee was, but I hope it does, at least a little. I know he’ll be remembered fondly. But I hope he’ll be remembered for who he was, not for what he created. Because he was so much more then the guy that made Spiderman. And while I know there are gonna be people out there sad that he can't make any more content or you’ve lost your chance to see him. Don’t. Because you haven’t lost him. He lives in everything he’s already made, in every cameo he’s made. In every video he’s popped up in, In every story he’s written. So just keep on living the way he’d want you to. Or like he would say….

Excelsior.”
Excelsior
11/12/2018.
We’ve lost someone very dear to many of us.

This piece was the easiest, and yet somehow the hardest one i’ve ever written. And i hope it helps express how i feel about the loss we’ve all experienced.

Rest in peace Mr. Lee

Excelsior.
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BEGIN THE CIVIL WAR


(Your POV)

Jeriah: “These 74-Z’s Really move. We must have covered half the South Pole by now.”

You: “Something like that. Still can’t sense a damn thing. Anything on your end droid?”

P.R.X.-Y: “Our scanners are not detecting any foreign technology at this time.”

You: “Damn.. keep looking.” The speeder beneath me roared on as I speed across the tundra of the North Pole. The end of my new winter robes fluttering behind me was the wind and snow rushed past.

It had been a few weeks since my unofficial takeover of the Academy. Since then I had been able to wipe the Droid P.R.X.-Y’s memory of any trace of Darth Vane and put it to good use. Currently, it was searching through ping readouts the speeders were sending in an attempt to find something built in the home dimension. More specifically, the Gate Key. In the weeks since, Jeriah and I had traveled most of the Earth Kingdom, though admittedly avoided Ba-Sing-Se and the swamps. The Fire Nation areas surrounding the Capital, and several of the Air Temples. Now currently speeding across the Tundra of the South Pole.

Jeriah: “Still nothing, and we’re getting pretty close to the actual pole. Might be time to turn back.” I pulled on the brake, slowing the speeder to a stop before stepping off. Then pulled the sash I had over my mouth down to let me breathe while pulling my hood back. On the horizon, I could see a beacon of light rising into the sky, surrounded on all sides by what from a distance looked like trees. “What is it?” Jeriah stepped up behind me.

You: “I’m not sure… But I’m checking it out.” I turned back to my speeder, mounting it and engaging the Engine.

Jeriah: “You sure that’s a good idea!?” She called over the sound of the roaring speeder.

You: “You’ll find that when you’re in a position of power, a lot of your ideas are based solely on morbid curiosity!” I pulled away at top speed, rushing towards the light and what turned out to be a fully formed forest. Jeriah was able to catch up quickly, pulling her own speeder close beside mine as the forest came into full view. As we neared, shadows began to dance between the trees, glowing yellow eyes darting in and out of view.

Jeriah: “What are those?”

You: “Lets go find out.” I pulled on the brake once close enough to the forest. Several of the shadows disappearing deeper into the trees. Jeriah pulled up beside me, dismounting her speeder to stand at my shoulder. “Hand on your saber Jeriah, just in case.” She complied, keeping her hand over what was Marek’s Crimson blade, now hers.  I stepped in first, maneuvering through the dense trees towards the center. The unnatural light emitting from the beacon enough to light our way.

Jeriah:  “Do you hear that?” I listened, and did. The sound of hissing echoed within the trees, along with the whispers of ‘Dark One’ as whatever was in here with us hid from our view.

You: “Seems my reputation precedes me.”

Jeriah: “Think they’re hostile?”

You: “Not sure yet. I can sense them. They feel dark, twisted, yet pure, as if born from the force itself.”

Jeriah: “Could they be spirits?”

You: “I don’t have enough experience with spirits to make that call.” We maneuvered through another thicket of trees, coming to a clearing in the center. “Besides, this is what interests me.”

Jeriah: “Woah.” Before us, in the very center of the forest sat a glowing orb of pure golden light, bright as the sun, and emanating force energy in its purest form. Standing so close it it, I felt stronger, I could breathe more easily, as if this orb WAS the force incarnate. “Don’t touch it!” Before I had even noticed myself doing so, my hand instinctively reached for the orb. Jeriah grabbed my wrist out of the air, throwing it back to my side. “You don’t know what it is.” I shot her a grave look. “Don’t give me that face, I just don't want you blowing up or something.” I rolled my eyes.

You: “Then go stand behind a tree or something. I know what I’m doing.” I turned back to the orb. “It feels like a Nexus, the force flowing from it, neither light or dark. Simply the force. Yet…” I reached closer, my hand engulfed in the light. “I feel something… powerful within...” My hand met with the orb, and it immediately began to burn. “Gahh!”

Jeriah: “(L/N)!!” My eyes clouded, the world around me falling away as it was replaced with visions. I was surrounded by Ice and snow, the forest gone save for one massive, gnarled tree. A notch in the center, cut off by a forcefield of some kind. And within sat a massive creature of red and black. One massive, glowing red eye in the center.

???: “I have seen your heart… and it is mine.”

You: “What are you?”

???: “The future.” I was pulled way, the creature and its tree fading away as the forest and the orb returned. Jeriah has pulled me back, and had thrown me to the grassy floor. I panted,  looking to my gloved hand to find any damage. But there was none, as if the burning had not happened at all.

Jeriah: “What the hell was that!?”

You: “I don’t know… but… something is coming.” The sound of sirens wailing in the distance reached our ears. “Is that…?”

Jeriah: “It’s coming from the city.”

___ : “Scarlett, Korra.” I jumped from my place on the ground, rushing back through the trees towards the speeders with Jeriah close behind. We each jumped on our own, pulling away from the forest at top speed towards the direction of the sirens. We didn’t travel far before we came to the edge of a cliff, the sirens wailing from the bottom, coming from some sort of prison. From within I felt a mass of Water bending energy, One firebender and..

You: “They’re inside. Something’s happening and I don’t like it.” Jeriah again dismounted her speeder, coming to stand next to mine with a pair of Macrobinoculars in her hands.

Jeriah: “I can only see the one main entrance, unless you want to go in through the sewers.”

You: “Decidedly not. We’ll have to make our own entrance. Come on.” I grabbed her arm, yanking her onto the back of my speeder, then gunned it.

Jeriah: “Wait wait WAAIIIIII…..!!!” We fell down the face of the cliff, Jeriah screaming all the while. Thankfully the 74-Z was designed to handle falls and was able to slow its own decent. The moment we touched down, it zoomed off towards the prison, Jeriah shuddering against my back as it did. “.....wwwwhhhyyyy?”

You: “Cause I thought it’d be funny… and I was right.” She beat her fist against my back, but all I did in response was laugh. “Ok quit it, we’re here.” I pulled the speeder to a stop near the back wall of the prison. We dismounted, Jeriah hanging back while I walked up to the wall, pressing my hand against it to ‘look’ inside. “It’s a maze in there.” The wall I stood in front of led straight through into one of the halls. The cells lining the opposite end. “Jeriah, come on.” She walked up, and we both pulled our sabers. We started by thrusting them into the walls on opposite sides, She dragged hers up while I dragged mine down, cutting our own door into the wall. WHen we each met the beginnings of each others cuts, we stopped, and I pulled the stone free from the wall. Tossing it aside before stepping into the hall.

Jeriah: “Which way.” I looked down both ends, nothing on either side to give away any sort of direction.

You: “You go down this way.” I pointed down one end. “I need to you find the power box and disable it. If we put them in the dark it’ll be easier to get everyone out.” She nodded. “Got your comm link right?” Again she nodded, pulling the finger sized cylinder from her belt. “Go.” She rushed down the hall, turning the corner and disappearing from sight. Meanwhile I rushed down the opposite end in search of Korra and the others. Using her unique energy signature to lead me down the various twists and turns. Surprisingly there seemed to be no guards, at least none that I encountered while rushing down the halls.

Jeriah: “(L/N).” My comm beeped, prompting me to pull it from my own belt.

You: “I’m here. Have you made it to the power box?”

Jeriah: “Not yet, have you run into anyone?”

You: “You neither huh?”

Jeriah: “Yeah. Whatever those friends of yours are doing, its drawing a lot of attention. Op, just found the power.”

You: “Yeah, and I just found the others.” I hid myself behind the corner as Korra, Mako, Asami and a handful of men I didn’t recognize were back into a dead end hallway by a handful of guards. The lead of which was a tall, rather thin framed man that carried himself regally. “Great… another royal…” I mumbled.  The lead man turned back to his own group, leading me to only now take notice that the man in the back had my Scarlett writhing in his grip Korra and the others were currently defending themselves from a barrage of water attacks while Scarlett took advantage of an opening they left, moving to attack the lead man with the sword I’d left with Korra to practice with.

???: “Kill her.” He stated flatly. The end guard lifted his hand, an Ice pike forming in it.

Korra: “Don’t!”

Jeriah: “Cutting the lights… now.” The lights cut, leaving most of the hall in utter darkness. A beat later they were replaced with low, blue emergency lights. Illuminating only parts of the hall. I had already reached out, taking the guards neck in hand and lifting him into the air. He release Scarlett as he choked, his hands clawing at his own neck in the hopes to clear his airway. She dashed off, only to be snached up by the lead man.

All eyes were on the guard as he writhed in pain, then as he flew back towards me, where I snapped his neck and let him slump into the corner, dead. Everyone stared into the end of the hall. Likely trying to make out what happened in the darkness. Again I reached out, this time aiming to take back the saber crystal I had lent Korra. It flew from her pocket to my hand, where I willed my saber open and set it back inside, allowing both ends to activate once again.

The crimson light filled the hall as my mask fell, revealing my yellowed eyes as rage filled my mind, my vision narrowing in on the man that held my girl in his grip. Everything else fell away. All that mattered was him, her, and anything standing in my way.

You: “Get away from my daughter.”

(Korra’s POV)

Nobody moved, nobody dared breathe as Unalaq and his guards began immediately switching to attack their newest enemy. Waves of Ice and water flew down the hall, all aimed towards (F/N) as (he/she) pushed forward. Walking forward with distinct purpose. (His/Her) lightsaber moving fluidly through the air as the dual blades deflected and shattered the liquid projectiles.

Each time one of the guards came within range of one of the blades, (F/N) cut them down. Slashing across chests and necks or even dismembering and beheading some of them. It was a bloodbath like I’d never seen. Two of the guards even simply gave up, turning to run in the opposite direction towards us. Perhaps hoping that being near us would warrant some sort of mercy. They were wrong.

The first of the two was caught in (F/N)’s force grip before even making it a step. Flung backwards and impaled on the end of (F/N)’s crimson saber before falling to the ground dead. The other was then also caught in (his/her) grip. Sent flying into the ceiling and held there until (F/N) walked under him, slashing into the guards belly as (he/she) did. All the while, as (F/N) effortlessly slaughtered the guard, (his/her) burning yellow eyes focused squarely on Unalaq and the child he held in his grip. The rest of us were simply stunned silent by the carnage we were witnessing.

Unalaq: “Cut (him/her) off!” Unalaq roared. In response, three of the guard and himself all summoned a wave of water from their hip pouches, creating a thick wall of ice in an effort to cut off (F/N)’s advance, as well as the remaining surviving guards. One of them began banging against it screaming as the rest continued to try and fight (F/N) off.

Guard: HELP US!!!” But none came. (F/N) continued to advance, and guard after guard was cut down.

In desperation, Unalaq turned back to us and formed a pike in his hand, pressing the end against Scarlett’s neck.

Unalaq: “Open the floor.” He demanded. I just smirked.

Korra: “Scared Uncle?” A bead of sweat formed on his brow. “If you kill her now. I guarantee (He/She) will make your death as painful as (he/she) can.”

Unalaq: “But she will be dead. Open the floor.” The guard that had been screaming for help had been silenced. We turned back to the wall, noticing that (F/N)’s saber had been stabbed through the guards back, cutting straight through him and the wall both. Now that saber was slowly cutting through the ice. Melting it away as the saber hissed from the evaporated water. “Now Korra. If you want to save this child you’ll do it.”

Tonraq: “Do it Korra.” I turned to him, surprised that he was siding with his brother. He simply nodded, understanding that it was the only way to guarantee Scarlett stayed alive long enough for (F/N) to get through.

Korra: “Fine.” I did, opening the floor and exposing the sewer system below.

Unalaq: “Smart. We will meet again Korra.” He jumped down, and rode a wave of the sewage water out of sight. At the same time, (F/N) had managed to burst through the wall and cut down the remaining guards before jumping down after Unalaq and dashing out of view. (He/She) hadn’t even acknowledged us.

Tonraq: “So… that was the Dark One.”

Korra: “Yeah.. that was (him/her).”

Tonraq: “(He/She) seemed… focused.” We both looked up from the floor, taking in the fading light of the saber wounds inflicted on the corpses littering the floor. The stench of burnt flesh filling the small hall.

Korra: “(He/She) was pissed. After all…” I smirked, thinking about the words (F/N) had let tumble out of (his/her) mouth. “Unalaq did threaten (his/her) daughter. Come on.” I jumped down after (him/her). “(He/She) just gave us a way out.”

(Your POV)

I had to admit, whoever this man was he was fast. He was a clear master waterbender unlike those goons i’d cut down, speeding his way down the pipe towards the outside world. But my rage was stronger, and pushed me faster. It wasn’t long before I was able to catch up with him just outside the prison.

He stopped and turned on his heel. The pike in his hand still at Scarletts throat. I stopped as well, a good foot or so away.

???: “Drop the weapon.” He demanded.

You: “You are making a grave mistake.” I shot back. “Let her go and I promise I’ll make your death painless.”

???: “You don’t have much room to make demands Dark One. I’m the one holding the girl.” He pressed the pike further into her neck, a drop of blood staining the ice. She winced in pain, but held firm, refusing to show weakness to this lowlife. That’s my girl.

You: “I’m glad you know me. Which means you know EXACTLY what I am capable of. If you were smart, you’d give me the girl.” He took a step back. I took one forward.

???: “Perhaps, but my advantage is you do not know me, or what I am capable of.” Another step back, another forward. “Drop the weapon, and I’ll give you the girl.”

You: “I’m not in the habit of bargaining with those that threaten my family.” Another step back, another forward. “My offer still stands, give me the girl, and your death will be painless. That is all I offer.”

???: “Then I am afraid we are at a stalemate.” I chuckled, taking another two steps forward, this time he did not retreat.

You: “Just who do you think you are?”

???: “The future.” I cocked my head, my brow furrowing in confusion.

You: “What did you just say?”

???: “Catch.” He tossed Scarlett towards me, forcing me to deactivate my saber and catch her in my arms. As I did, several ice spikes formed from the ground, surrounding us. “I am Chief Unalaq of the Northern Water tribe. Remember it.” The snow beneath him opened, allowing him to disappear beneath and rush off. I reactivated my saber and cut the spikes around us down to attempt to follow him, but… I couldn’t sense him, his energy had vanished.

You: “He knows how to hide his energy.” I mumbled.

Scarlett: “(F/N)?” I looked down to the girl in my arms, a look of awe and slight fear in her eyes. It was in that moment I realized my eyes were still yellow. I closed them, shook my head and opened them again, believing the mask had reformed and my eyes had returned to (E/C).

You: “Hey Scarlett. Did you have fun at the festival?” She rolled her eyes, but smirked as she wrapped her arms around me.

Scarlett: “Good to see you.” I hugged her back, chuckling all the while.

You: “Good to see you too sweetheart.”

Korra: “(F/N)!” We looked back towards the prison, finding Korra, Asami, Mako and a handful of men I didn’t recognize running towards us, smiles of relief in… most of their faces. Though… Relief was hardly the emotion I felt in the moment.

(Korra’s POV)

Korra: “(F/N)!” (He/She) turned to us. And though (he/she) had been smiling with Scarlett, as (he/she) turned to us, the look on (his/her) face morphed into one of concern. “What’s wrong?”

You: “We have a problem...Near the pole, there’s this…”

Korra: “Portal… yeah, I know.” (His/Her) face fell again, this time in accusation.

You: “What did you do Korra?”

KOrra: “I’ll explain later, we still have to get back to Republic city, It isn’t safe here anymore.”

You: “Clearly.” From (his/her) belt, (he/she) pulled a small thumb sized device. Lifting it to (his/her) lips before speaking. “Jeriah.”

Jeriah: “I’m here.” From the device spoke the voice of a woman.

You: “I’ve got them, meet us near the cliff-face, it’s time to go.”

Jeriah: “I’m on my way.” (He/She) slipped the device back on (his/her) belt before turning back to is, setting Scarlett down on her feet as (he/she) did.

You: “We have an airship about 3 miles south of here, I think we can all fit.”

Korra: “Bolin and Varrick have a boat ready for us at the docks. It’s closer and a ship is far faster then any airship would be.” (He/She) frowned.

You: “Fine. We’ll barrel through the city and meet with Bolin and… wait, who’s Varrick?”

Korra: “It’s a long story, I’ll explain on the way. Now my turn.” I folded my arms over my chest. “Who’s Jeriah?” (He/She) nudged (his/her) head, directing our attention behind us.

You: “That would be her.” We turned, finding a young woman emerging from the sewage line. Her hair was cropped short, her skin nearly as pale as Asami’s was, and a lightsaber swang freely from her own belt. She wore a frown of disgust on her face.

Jeriah: “Now I understand why you didn’t want to go through the pipes in the first place.” SHe walked over, (F/N) brushing past us to stand with her.

You: “Korra, Scarlett, Mako, Asami…. People I don’t know. This is Jeriah. Jeriah, everyone.”

Jeriah: “Hi.” We all waved.

You: “Seems we have reason to head back into the city. Jeriah I want you to take your speeder back to the airship and head back to the academy.” Academy? This girl was an assassin? “Pick up the droid and meet me back at the Air Temple.”

Jeriah: “On it.” She walked past (him/her). Nodding at each of us as she passed. Once at the cliff-face, she began scaling it herself. Climbing the ice as easily as she could walk.

Korra: “Don’t tell me she was one of the assassins that attacked you?” (He/She) turned back to me, a small smirk on (his/her) face.

You: “It’s a long story, I’ll explain on the way.” (He/She) clapped (his/her) hands together. “Now. We were headed back to the city right?

Tonraq: “Actually Korra, we won’t be headed back with you.”

Korra: “What?” We all turned back to my dad and the group of his followers.

Tonraq: “So long as the tribe believes I’m imprisoned on Unalaq’s charges they will follow him without question. We need to show the south exactly the kind of man my brother is. I have to stay here, and take back the Southern tribe.” The others nodded, all agreeing with my dads logic. I sighed, relenting to his words. He walked over to me, resting his hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be alright Korra. We can handle ourselves for a while. Go back to Republic City and tell them what’s happening, maybe you can scrounge up some support.” I nodded.

Korra: “I’ll see if President Raiko would be willing to send in the Republic Forces.” He smiled, taking me in his arms and squeezing lightly.

Tonraq: “I’m so proud of you Korra.” I wrapped my arms around his middle, returning the hug.

Korra: “Thanks Dad.” We released, and he immediately turned his attention to the (man/woman) behind me.

Tonraq: “The Dark One, I presume?” (F/N) chuckled, offering (his/her) hand to my dad to shake. He took it, shaking it rather rigidly. Seems dad was still a bit on edge from the display in the hall.

You: “The one and only.”

Tonraq: “Chief Tonraq of the south.. Master Katara has told me quite a bit about you.”

You: “As your daughter has told me a bit about you.” The released hands, both staring directly into the others eyes.

Tonraq: “Take care of my daughter.” (F./N) smiled, walking over to stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

You: “Without question. Sir.” Dad smiled lightly, brushed his eyes back over me then turned back to his men, signaling to them it was time to go. The all nodded, then turned to follow him into the tundra, all riding off on waves of snow. I followed them until they vanished over the horizon.

You: “He’ll be fine.” (F/N) rested a hand on my shoulder. “Besides, it won't be long before we’re right back here helping in the fight.”

Korra: “I know.” I turned back to (him/her). “Come on, we have to get out of here.” (He/She) nodded in agreement, taking Scarlett back into (his/her) arms before motioning for me to lead the way. I did, whistling into the wind as I lead them all round the side of the prison. Naga came bounding out of the snow, nearly tackling us in the process. “I’m not sure Naga can handle all of us.”

You: “It’s not an issue, I’ve got my own ride.” (He/She) walked farther along the wall of the prison, headed towards an odd motorcycle like thing parked at the far end. (He/She) set Scarlett on the seat before flinging (himself/herself) in front, flipping a few switches and revving the engine of the thing. It began to float, hovering just a few inches of the the snow.

Asami: “Where’s you get that thing?” (He/She) smirked, revving the engine again and pulling up alongside Naga and us.

You: “Seems I have more then a few things to explain back home. Come on.” (He/SHe) took off, the flying motorcycle blasting off faster then anything I’d seen. I could feel my jaw go slack at the sight.

Mako: “Showoff..” I heard Mako mumble under his breath. And after shooting him a quick nasty look, I snapped Naga’s reigns and headed off after (F/N).

We were able to catch up relatively easy, (F/N) likely having slown down (his/her) beast of a bike to allow us to do so. It was here I was able to take a good look at (him/her) for the first time since we parted ways.

(He/She) wore new robes, ones far more suited for the extreme could of the poles. Per (his/her) style they were obviously all black, but hung lower on (his/her) body then (his/her) normal ones. A hood flapped lightly behind (his?her) head along with the tail ends of the new robes. I had to admit, (He/She) looked pretty good.

Mako: “Hey. Eyes on the road Korra.” Mako nudged me in the shoulder, causing me to jump slightly. Only to immediately turn to him to shoot another nast look.

Korra: “I don’t have to cause Naga is.” I shot back. He huffed, and fell quiet. All the while, Asami sat uncomfortably behind him.

You: “Now isn’t the time to argue amongst ourselves. We need to focus on what’s ahead.” We all turned back, seeing we were nearing a cliff overlooking the southern city dock. Blockading the mouth, were several northern military ships. We slowed at the edge, (F/N) pulling an odd pair of binoculars from a pouch on (his/her) belt. “Which one is ours?”

Korra: “It’s the overly fancy one in the middle.” (He/She) hummed, then set the binoculars back in their pouch. As (He/She) did, I noticed something odd clipped near (his/her) back. It looked like a lightsaber hilt but… it was, odd.

You: “There’s no guard on the dock, so that only leaves the blockade.” Again, (he/she) revved the engine of the cycle, turning it around. “Let’s get to it.”

(Your POV)

You: “Do I even want to know?” Making it down to the dock was easy. Getting Naga, my speeder and the team on the boat without being seen was no problem. BUT. What REALLY confused me was the sight of my earthbending student, wearing the ODDEST robes I’d ever seen, ON TOP of wearing a betrothal necklace, standing next to a platypus bear. He and the bear turned to me as the rest of the group followed close behind. When Bolin’s eyes met mine, they immediately widened in frustration.

Bolin: “No, you don’t.” I sighed

You: “And.. the bear?” The bears bill opened wide, and from the throat popped a well groomed man with a pencil thin moustache.

Varrick: “Iknik Blackstone Varrick, but everybody calls me Varrick. Pleased to meet you!” He threw his hand out for me to shake. A gesutre I mirrored tentitvely.

You: “Likewise. (F/N) (L/N).”

Varrick: “Oh I know all about ya! That little girl of yours was telling me all kinds of stories!”

You: “Of that I have no doubt.” I turned to the aforementioned girl, who which wore a sheepish smile. I cocked my brow and smirked, then turned back to the helm and my oddly dressed friend. “Go change out of that ridiculous thing Bolin, We’re leaving.” Tears welled in his eyes, A shaky smile growing across his lips before he tackled me, wrapping his overly sleeved arms around my middle.

Bolin: “Thank you.” He moaned. I patted him on the head, then turned him away from me to go change.

YOu: “Now then, who knows how to sail this thing?” Varrick raised his paw.

Varrick: “I can sail us out of here but we need to move those northern war ships out of the way.” I hummed.

Korra: “I can do it.” We all turned back to her. “I can Waterbend us a clear shot out of the harbor, but I need to be closer then this.”

Asami: “If we had a plane I could fly you out there.”

Varrick: “Well why didn’t you say so!?” Varrick slammed his paw down on one of the buttons at the helm, an alarm blaring in response as the forward deck opened before us. From below, a biplane lifted on deck.

Mako: “Why do you have a plane?”

Varrick: “Incase the boat sinks of course.”

Asami: “But…. there’s no runway.” Varricks manic smile morphed into a deep frown, sighing heavily at his major oversight.

Varrick: “Zhu-Li! Take a note, BUILD RAMP!”

???: “Yes sir.” From the belly of the Bear suit came the muffled voice of a woman. Zhu-Li I could only assume.

Mako: “So how do we get Korra over the water then?”

You: “I may have an Idea.”

(Korra’s POV)

You: “Are you both ready?” Asami shot (F/N) a thumbs up before slipping on her goggles. I nodded to (him/her) tentatively before wrapping a fist around the wings support beam. (F/N) took in a deep breath before reaching (his/her) hand out toward the plane. The metal frame began to creak as it was lifted into the air, hovering just slightly over the boat. “Start the engine Asami!” The planes engines were switched on, the propellers beginning to spin rapidly. The plane jolted, the force of wind beginning to struggle against (F/N)’s grip. “Brace yourselves!” (His/Her) hand flung forward, the plane lurching into the sky with the combined force of the engines and (F/N)’s power. We speed through the wind, flying faster then the plane alone could ever go.

It was a short trip to the outskirts of the blockade. Once there, and within range of my own power, I was able to jump into the Avatar state and begin bending the ocean to my will. Waves as high as the tallest of the fleet formed in my wake, pushing the boats into one another as a path was created for our own. Asami pulled us around, and as the plane flew over head of Varricks boat, we both jumped free, caught in (F/N)’s grip and gently let down to the deck. As we landed, Mako was quick to push (F/N) out of his way to come to my aid.

Mako: “Good job out there.” I shot him another look from my place on my knees. “Need help up?”

Korra: “I can handle it myself thanks.” I shoved his offered hand out of my face, standing on my own and walking towards the bow. I could hear Mako huff in annoyance before stomping off back towards the helm with Varrick. Asami followed, likely to ensure Scarlett was still alright. (F/N) however did not leave, instead opting to stay behind and join me on the bow. Coming to stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

You: “Something I should know about?” I remained silent, refusing to even acknowledge the problem. “Korra I can tell you’re frustrated. Maybe it would be best to talk about it.”

Korra: “You sound like you’re daughter.” I shot back.

You: “So… you figured out how to open the Holocron.”

KOrra: “I did… No thanks to you.”

You: “Hey.” (F/N) turned on (his/her) heel, forcing (himself/herself) infront of me. “I understand if you’re stressed out, I get if Mako is being a pain in the ass and ticking you off, I even get if you’re frustrated with whatever has happened here these past few weeks. But, that doesn’t mean you take it all out on me.” I dodged (his/her) gaze, my eyes meeting (his/her) boots instead. “I’m trying to help you Korra, let me.” I sighed, my folded arms falling to my sides.

Korra: “I’m tired.. The weeks here have been a whirlwind of insanity. My uncle manipulated me into doing things, nearly put my dad in jail, forced me to focus more on my ‘training’ with him rather then anyone else's. He separated me from Tenzin, and all the while Mako has been this selfish, needy….”

You: “Teenager?”

Korra: “I was gonna say brat, but your word works too.” (He/She) chuckled, draping (his/her) arm over my shoulder.

You: “Believe me. I know.” I turned to (him/her). Meeting (his/her) eyes finally. “There’s a lot of stress that comes with the responsibility of someone in your position. And it isn't fair sometimes that you have to make the choices you do. All you can do is make the choice, and hope it was the right one.” (He/She) released me, turning back to the ocean before us. “Today, we all made a choice Korra. And I know it was the right one.”

Korra: “But now the tribes are at war, it’s going to be chaos.”

You: “True, but sometimes you have to fight for what is right. Or you risk letting yourself become forgotten history. I fought on the wrong side of war before, and I paid for it. It’s time I fought on the right side, your side.”
The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 34
Begun, The Civil War Has

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ANNIVERSARY



(Natasha’s POV)

JARVIS: “Welcome home Ms. Romanoff.”

Natasha: “Good to be back JARVIS.” I slumped against the elevator wall, sighing heavily as this was the first moment in the last 45 hours I could breathe in relief. My head fell back, tapping lightly against the thankfully cold, steel wall of the Elevator as it moved up the tower floors. “God, Im exhausted… and a mess.” I looked across the small space as the wall opposite shimmered into a holo-mirror, my admittedly disheveled reflection looking back at me.

JARVIS: “Was it a particularly trying assignment Miss?”

Natasha: “You could say that.” Fury had sent me to Iraq to quell an uprising of religious fanatics that were believed to be working on  a rudimentary Nuclear bomb. The group themselves were hardly a threat to any nation, but if the bomb they were making had been put together correctly, or more likely, wrong. The ensuing fallout could have caused a mass casualty. The aftermath of which could have sent the already edgy nation into a killing spree, pointing fingers at every enemy they had after assuming the explosion was a preemptive strike. So, I was sent in to put a stop to the project. “They were better armed then I expected.” I picked at my uniform, tugging at the holes and cuts that had been torn into it.

JARVIS: “Well we are all certainly pleased that you made it home safely.” I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting fruitlessly to comb out the rat’s nest it had become.

Natasha: “I’m a mess.”

JARVIS: “But certainly a very lovely one Ms. Romanoff.” I chuckled.

Natasha: “Thank you JARVIS, but I really don’t feel all that great. Frankly right now I just want to get upstairs, take a LONG, hot bath, and go to bed.”

JARVIS: “Actually Miss. you may want to hold off on that bath… at least for the moment.”

Natasha: “What do you mean J?” The elevator dinged, the doors opening. However, they opened onto the observation deck, not the bedrooms.

JARVIS: “See for yourself.” I stood from my place on the floor. Wincing slightly at the soreness in my feet. Deciding to slip off my boots before continuing further into the room. I walked in, noticing the lights were dimmed extremely low. Leaving only a handful of candles to light the way. They led to the balcony, where just outside in the night air, was a table, set for two. A white sheet covering it, and a single rose in a vase in the middle. I smiled, though still a bit confused. I took the rose in hand, sniffing at it before realizing…

It was our Anniversary.

Music began strumming up on the tower speakers, a piano playing overhead.

You: “Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shinin'...” I turned on my heel, finding (Y/N) standing in the doorway to the balcony. A smile on his face as he began to sing. “Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying.” He was singing softly, slower then the song usually went.

Natasha: “(Y/N) you didn’t have to do this.”

You: “She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday.” He ignored me. Walking up to me a placing a single kiss on my forehead before continuing to sing.

Natasha: “I’m such a mess right now..”

You: “Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her she won't believe me….”

Natasha: “And I’m still in my uniform, and I had a dress I wanted to change into first… and.”

You: “And it's so, it's so sad to think that she don't see what I see…”

Natasha : “Come on (Y/N), I can’t possibly look ok for this..” I was blushing hard by this point, trying to argue my way out of this. As romantic was this all was, it was hardly how I wanted to look on our first anniversary. Still he sang, that same soft smile ever present on his face.

You: “But every time she asks me ‘Do I look okay?’.....” He cupped his hands over my cheeks, tilting my head so my eyes would meet his. I couldn't help but smile. “I say…….When I see your face.There's not a thing that I would change 'cause you're amazing,Just the way you are.” He pecked me on the lips, then took me by the hands and led me back to the table. “And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while, Cause girl you're amazing, Just the way you are.” He guided me to sit in one of the chairs, then walked off to the side, taking up two trays and a bottle of wine from a cart I hadn't noticed before, all the while continuing to sing. “Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she'd let me. Her laugh, her laugh she hates but I think it's so sexy.” He winked at that final line, causing me to laugh a bit. He then set the trays on the table, pulling to glassed out from under it. “She's so beautiful, and I tell her everyday.” He poured the wine, still singing all the while. “Oh you know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change. If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same. So don't even bother asking if you look okay, you know I'll say…” He set the glassed down, leaning against the table and turning fully to me. “When I see your face, There's not a thing that I would change, 'Cause you're amazing, Just the way you are.” He stuck a knuckle under my chin. “And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while. 'Cause, girl, you're amazing, Just the way you are.” He walked to my side, kneeling down to be face to face with me. “When I see your face, There's not a thing that I would change. 'Cause you're amazing, Just the way you are. And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while. 'Cause, girl, you're amazing, Just the way you are.” With the final verse he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against mine. Kissing me as deeply as he ever had. In that moment, everything melted away, all the stress, worry, even how I looked. All gone. We parted, and he still had that same smooth smirk on his face. “So? What’d you think?”

Natasha: “I think… I think I love you even more then I did. And I didn’t think that was possible.” His smirk morphed into a full on smiled, causing him to lean in and kiss me again, wrapping his hands around my waist as he did.

You: “Happy Anniversary Nattie.”

Natasha: “Happy Anniversary.” I replied. “Now.. I have to ask because it has been a LONG day for me… what’d you make?” He laughed. “It’s not funny. I just got home and I’m STARVING.” He stood, taking the covers off of the tray before me and in front of his own chair. On the plate was a cut of veal. “Osso Bucco. Like our first date.”

You: “you remembered.” He sat in his own chair.

Natasha: “How could i forget? It was the first time I felt like someone actually cared.” He smiled, reaching across the table to take my hand in his. “Plue you kept fumbling over yourself to make a good impression.” I joked.

You: “Hey!”

Natasha: “Love you (Y/N).”
UMH: Tower Adventures 11
This may be a bit late fore some of my readers, but today September the 8th is the anneversary of the first Tower Adventure, which in turn was th reader and Natasha’s first official date. I hope you all enjoy his little dedication and thank you all for continuing to read my work for well over a year.

The song is JUST THE WAY YOU ARE by Bruno Mars

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CHILD WONDER



(Your POV)

You: “You know this place isn’t nearly as bad as Tony described it.”

Natasha: “That’s because your brother has a tendency to blow things out of proportion.” I looked up from the desk to shoot her an unamused look. As I did however and my eyes met hers, I relented. Tony DID have a tendency to blow things out of proportion. “Course, it probably helps that it's June and not the dead of winter.” Also true. “You about ready over there?”

You: “Just about.” I was putting the finishing touches on the new computer system, making sure it had a direct (albeit limited) connection to the Stark Servers. From what Tony said this kid was smart, and I didn’t want him messing with the servers, even if by accident. My ears picked up the sound of a bus coming to a stop. Its brakes squealing as it pulled up on the street. “Sounds like he’s here.” Natasha looked up from her place setting up the new “research lab.” Setting the old potato gun down before crossing over to me. After ensuring the Computer was set up properly, she and I crossed over to the couch, taking a seat and waiting. We didn’t have to wait long.

Not a minute after we sat did the door to the barn swing open. A small boy with dirty blonde hair gliding in before closing the door behind him. He turned back around, and stopped dead in his tracks when he found the new set up. His entire face lit up from excitement at all the brand new tech we’d set up for him.

Harley: “Woah..”

You: “Glad you like it.” His head shot round to us, where we were both grinning like mad men. He looked at us with confusion before realization crept across his face.

Harley: “You’re (Y/N) Stark!.” I chuckled, standing and straightening out my suit before crossing over to him, offering my hand for him to shake.

You: “The one and only. You must be Harley. My brother’s told me a bit about you.” He shook it adamantly, clearly excited by all of this. “This is Natasha..” I gestured behind me to my redhead girlfriend, who smiled and waved at the young boy.

Natasha: “Hi.”

Harley: “Hi!” We both chuckled at his excitement.

You: “So Harley.. What do you think of your new set up?” I gripped his shoulder, spinning him around and directing him to his desk.

Harley: “This is amazing! I can’t believe it!!” He paused, then turned back to me with questioning eyes. “But… why?” I kneeled down, coming eye to eye with him.

You: “Well Harley, after Tony came home, he told me all about how you helped him out while he was down here back in December. And we both wanted to say thank you. SO we figured, why not in the best way Stark Industries can?” I turned him back around, directing him to take a seat at the computer. “This isn’t hooked up to your home wifi, instead its hooked directly to Stark Inc. Satellites. Easily the fastest network Internet the world has. Our suits are hooked up to the same satellite system.” He gawked at the computer, Starting it up and immediately setting to work setting his preferences. “Now that doesn't mean try messing with the servers or satellites cause… we’ll know if you do.”

Harley: “Aw man..” Again we chuckled.

You: “Oh! And here.” From my pocket, I pulled a small envelope, handing it to the kid. He took it, opening it immediately.

Harley: “Thanks for everything kid. The Mechanic.” He looked up at me, then jumped, wrapping his arms around my middle. “Thank you Mr. Stark.” I ruffled his hair a bit, smiling lightly.

You: “Nothin to it kid, and you can call me (Y/N).” He smiled up at me before returning to the desk. “Now I gotta get going, I trust you can figure this all out yourself?”

Harley: “Definitely.”

You: “Good.” I stood, offering my hand to Nat, which she took. “Enjoy your new setup Harley, and thank you for helping Tony through some rough times.” He turned back to us as we left, shooting me a thumbs up and a smile before returning to the computer. “Kids.”

Natasha: “Tell me about it.” We walked out, closing the door behind us as we walked down the street towards our ‘borrowed’ Quinjet, having been able to keep the one Nat had used during her time in Kuwait.

You: “You ever… think about having one?” We paused, Nat taking a moment, not to stare at me, but at the floor. Here eyes grew a bit hazy, as if in memory. “Nat?”

Natasha: “Wha.. what?” Her haze broke as her eyes came back up to meet mine. A tight smile growing across her face.

You: “You ok there sweetheart?”

Natasha: “Yeah, I’m fine.” She tugged lightly at my arm, getting me to start walking again.

You: “You know I didn’t mean US have…”

Natasha: “I know what you meant.” She paused and turned to me again, pressing her lips against my cheek. “Just something I never really thought about.” I could tell something was bothering her. Something she didn’t want to tell me right now. I just shrugged it off, I knew she had her secrets. If and when she was ready to share she would Still, as we boarded the jet and took off, she remained unusually silent. Her hand subconsciously brushing over her belly more then once as her eyes retained that look of far off memory. Part of me wondered if she had a child, one she wasn’t ready to tell me about. One she maybe gave up. But I thought better about asking.

(Natasha’s POV)

It was a conversation I knew I’d eventually have to have with him. Just like the proposal I thought he was making back on Christmas. six months later, a few months shy of our Anniversary and I still wasn't ready to have THAT conversation, much less this one.

How do I tell him.. How do I tell him I’ll never have a family with him?
UMH: Tower Adventures 10
definiley a bitter sweet piece. Promise the next one will be a little more heartwarming

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Hey man, writting you here to wish you a happy birthday! Hoping you have a great day and year, as well to continue to read your awesome works
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Thanks so much for the message!
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