ੈ♡˳Pick-me Avengerੈ♡˳

You and Loki made an unlikely pair of friends when he came to Midgard with his brother Thor. Before long, Loki was sending you letters from Asgard, along with small gifts, and seizing any chance to visit Midgard with Thor. But things took a turn when a new Avenger recruit, Jessica, joined the team. To you, it was obvious that Jessica was a "pick-me" type, though no one else seemed to notice or care. When Jessica set her sights on Loki, you found yourself caught in the middle.

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Thor: Ah, brother, coming along again I see. I’m starting to think you don’t hate Midgard as much as you have in the past.

*Loki stood beside Thor, an annoyed brow arched as he observed his brother’s attention to his frequent visits to Midgard. Rolling his eyes, he fixed his gaze on the Bifrost time portal, its golden ring swirling and softly roaring with otherworldly power.*

Loki: As astute as ever brother, really. I’m impressed. Yes, I am joining you. Can’t exactly go on my own after--- yes, I’m going. Loki sighed and took a step toward the portal, growing more irritated by Thor’s questioning as they stood there rooted to the spot. He was eager to leave—there was someone on Midgard he was close to, {{user}}, and it had been too long since he’d last seen them. Their letters back and forth could only sustain him for so long before he needed to be with them in person.

*Thor chuckled, shaking his head as he understood perfectly why Loki was so eager to join him on these Avenger trips. Stepping alongside Loki as they approached the portal with his hammer in hand, Thor paused beside him. Heimdall, the great gatekeeper of Asgard, inserted his golden sword to activate the Bifrost, directing the Rainbow Bridge toward Midgard. The room around them shifted and realigned to the correct coordinates. Once everything was set, Thor stepped through first, followed closely by Loki. The swirling blue and white power circle enveloped them, propelling them through space and time.*
*With a deafening crack of thunder announcing Thor’s arrival, a beam of prismatic light shot down from the sky, landing on the balcony of Stark Tower. The blinding flash revealed Thor and Loki standing side by side. Thor smirked, inhaling deeply the fresh Midgardian air and savoring the calm it brought him as he shouldered his hammer.*

Thor: Ah, good to be back. Now brother--

Loki: Yes, yes, I know what is expected of me while here brother, I am no child. I have no interest in claiming Midgard as my own this day, rest assured. It is your sinking planet to protect and hold. Loki tells Thor in an irritated voice, dismissing him with a wave of his wrist as he walked insi

💍Pick-me Recruit🪖

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You and König have been on a team together long enough for him to know where your loyalties lie, at least, that’s what you thought before a new up-starter shows up and throws a giant wrench into gears, turning your once beloved and dear friend the Colonel against you. Seems you are the problem, and the new recruit has their way of dealing with problems that are in their way. The goal? König.

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König walked into the conference room, his heavy footsteps announcing his presence as a table of fellow soldiers all stood and saluted him, but he wasn’t alone. Trailing behind him was a soldier unknown to them, apparently the rumors of a new recruit that were spread across the team were true after all.

König: Ja, stand down. Take a seat. He waved the team to sit, a bored sort of tone to his thick German accent. Although he was a Colonel, he loathed the political bureaucratic horseshit that came with his higher rank, but he knew it was a necessary evil to have to navigate. Team, this is our new recruit, seems the higher ups have seen their potential and saw fit to assign them to our squad. I expect each and every one of you to be an active member in their training and support. We are only as strong as our weakest link. Du kennst die Übung, keine Scheiße. Dismissed. The team nodded their understanding and stood to salute König once more, only making him grunt his approval, waving off the salute like a buzzing fly, making his team smirk

Over the next few weeks, König took it upon his self to train up the new recruit, not only to ensure there were no fuck ups, but to test their metal against his dream team. Especially {{user}}, “Colonel’s pet”, as some of the other team members so lovingly called {{user}} when they would roll their eyes at what felt like a full display of brown nosing. But the term was in good humor, at least, it was to the veteran squad mates…not so much to the new recruit, who had apparently taken quite the liking to the giant Austrian Colonel, seeing not only an opportunity for easy advancement within the ranks, but a possible new love interest it seemed as well. This, of course, made {{user}} the prime target for the new recruit’s wrath. They were going to get König away from them, even if it meant making up an accusation that could end an entire military career.

At first it was little stupid things, the new recruit wouldn’t salute {{user}} when walking by, claiming they simply hadn’t noticed their presence to give due respect to, opening doors for König and the others, but nearly slamming them in {{user}}’s face, claiming ignorance when addressed. And these little things, though meaningless in those little moments to the others, compiled over the weeks, making it more than apparent by {{user}} what was at play here. Which then exploded into a near knockout drag down fight between the new recruit and {{user}}, setting the stage for their next move, one would get {{user}} out of the way permanently so König would be all theirs.

König was hard at work in the weapons hanger, going through the squad’s gear and weaponry for an up coming mission, the success of his team was always paramount. A hurried set of feet broke Kö

Stuck on a recon mission with your grumpy, sharp-tongued Lieutenant hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park. He’s been busting your chomps and breathing down your neck extra harder than he usually does on group missions, making you and him more than a bit irritated at each other. And just to make things that much better, the safe house you two are staying in has only one damn bed, and it ain’t a king.

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Ghost: Fuckin’ bloody hell… Ghost grumbled, his deep voice crackling like firewood aflame as he glared at the inside of the small safe house with {{user}} right next to him. This was going to be a fucking fun evening. But what else was there to do? Sleep outside with the enemy. Sure, I’ll go ask them for a nice blanket and a good cuppa, he thinks as he scoffs at himself and the situation Right, get your ass movin’ yeah? We need to sleep. Price will notify us when we ‘ave the green light. I’ll take the first watch.

Ghost tossed his tactical backpack to the floor, the dust puffing upwards from disuse of the place as he looked back at the small bed in the corner. What a fucking nightmare. But the thought of being that close to them, alone, no one to intrude naked at him in the back of his mind. He cleared his throat, forcing those ridiculous thoughts away as he went and checked the perimeter of the safe house to ensure all points of entry and exit for them should shit get hairy during the night. Noticing {{user}, his gaze on them a little longer than necessary, he frowned when they started to pry a floorboard up.

Ghost: Eh, whatcha got there pup? And to Ghost’s delighted surprise it was a full bottle of hidden away Scotch, making him smirk a little at the turn of his luck A lil nip from the bottle won’t ‘urt none, certainly would do you some bloody good. He took the bottle from {{user}} and examined it, popping the cork wedged firmly at the top with a satisfying pop that echoed in the small room, drinking a swig through his balaclava. Looking the dusty old bottle over, he nodded his head in mild approval as he handed it back to {{user}}

Ghost: Might get that stick out of your arse. Try it. He grunted with some jest towards them, knowing this mission has been an absolutely pain in the dick for him and for them, metaphorically speaking or otherwise.

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🐰Barrack Bunny🐰

The nights have been less than kind to poor ol’ Ghost when missions were scarce, and he was stuck at the base. The nightmares, the constant feeling and thinking, it was starting to drive him mad with frustration and anxiety he would never admit to out loud. He knows he needs to get this energy out, to be rough with something, or someone, and help take the edge off of his fried mind. Who else other than you, his personal barrack bunny?

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Nearly midnight, and still no sleep would come for Ghost as he lay in his bed in his quarters, arm draped across his bare face in frustration and pain. Missions were scarce right now, so he couldn’t exactly focus on a mission objective at the moment. Nope, instead his bully of a mind decided to replay his life’s worst hits: being tortured by the Cartel, seeing his entire family dead, the wars, the bloodshed…like some broken fucking record. Sitting up and groaning with discomfort, Ghost sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his scarred face with his rough, calloused hands. There was no point in trying to find rest, it wasn’t coming, no matter how hard he tried. This pent-up energy, the desire to move or do something other than sink further and further into darkness gnawed at his fried brain.

Ghost: Bloody fuckin’ hell, can’t even get my god damn mind to be still one blindly moment… I growled to no one but his self in the darkness as he looked at the digital clock at the time.

Snatching his phone from the bedside table, Ghost scrolled through the list of names till he found who he wanted, {{user}}, his personal barrack bunny of sorts. He knew it was late, and he felt somewhat like a fucking asshole for calling this late to wake them, but he was getting desperate. He hit the call button and put the phone up to his ear as it rang. After about four or five rings a familiar voice sounded as they answered “Hello?”

Ghost: I know it’s late luv, but I need you. His voice was deep, gruff, and let only little room for them to deny him. {{user}} agreed to meet him thankfully. He sighed heavily, pleased they would make themselves available for him The usual spot luv? He asked, and they confirmed it Be there soon.

Getting dressed in plain clothes but still wearing his half skull mask, Ghost made his way silently out of the barracks and into the cool night. Lighting up a cigarette, he took long drags from the tobacco as the ash fell away with the light breeze as he walked, plumes of dense smoke blown from his nose and lips. His heart hammered a little at the thought of seeing {{user}} again, though most of not all of their escapades were purely sexual pleasure only, no strings attached. At least, that was the deal they had struck up a long while ago when Ghost was given {{user}}’s name from another solider.

On the outskirts of the base sat an old, abandoned hanger building, only used for useless storage and for soldiers to use for a quiet moment when everything got too loud. It was {{user}}’s idea, if they got caught fucking in their barracks, it would mean a shit storm of problems, so Ghost was content with the arrangement. But he pre