A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

snopes.com says this one’s true.

Save a life–Reblog.

Female heart attacks are much different, and most people don’t know it!

This is so much more helpful than the fucking lists that basically describe everything that happens during a really nasty panic attack and then tell you to go seek help as if you don’t have an anxiety disorder that does this to you on a regular basis and can afford to go to the emergency room.

Auto-reblog.

Many women have silent heart attacks as well, where there are no symptoms at all until BAM! Then it happens.

As someone with heart-focused clinical health anxiety, this is incredibly helpful!

Mom had a heart attack almost exactly like this so can confirm. Almost 98% of the blood going into her heart was blocked.

For all the people who see this, know that anyone, whether young or old, can have a heart attack. Something most recently found in women under the age of 50 is a coronary artery dissection which also causes a heart attack and can be deadly. Please be cautious and take care of your bodies.

Non-Alcoholic cool potion recipe:

1 bottle of ur fav Gatorade or Juice of your choice

A splash of ur fav energy drink (optional)

Luster dust (cake decorating kind) to preferred shimmer

A cool bottle

Combine to become a wizard instantly

These are great for cons for hyrdrating while on “brand”

*chugs this shit down while running* STAMINA POTION LETS GO

I always love a good research montage.

This is SO me the last year and especially the  next two weeks. Pray for me and feel free to send me inspirational pics from the boys if you want to. it’s been a rough month.  

I love the little twirl Car does

Beautiful Condition

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Based on this request.

Warnings: None?

Words: 2,197

Note: A snippet of the dialogue at the end came from something I remember reading from @xxladylaufeyxx . (If it’s not okay that I used that, let me know and I’ll edit it out. Sorry…)

You hadn’t been an Avenger for very long. Technically, you weren’t even fully an Avenger yet, having not completed your training. Despite this, the others already considered you part of the team and you were invited, along with the rest of them, to attend a party. The event was being thrown in their honor, to celebrate their most recent successful mission; the prevention of the obliteration of the entire East Coast. You had turned down the invitation not once, not twice, not three, but four times already, saying that you hadn’t even been a part of that mission and didn’t deserve to be celebrated. With the whole team against you, however, you caved in the end. Natasha and Wanda tried to reassure you, saying that they would help you get ready, that they would make you a true spectacle, that everyone would be jealous of you. 

But that wasn’t the problem.

“Y/N, are you done in there?” Wanda asked from outside the bathroom door from her place on your bed. You adjusted your formal wear a final time, appraising yourself in the large mirror above the bathroom counter. Your eyes roamed up your body, taking in the clothing that the pair had picked for you to wear tonight. It fit nicely and complimented all of the curves and angles of your body, and just as you were thinking that you might actually look hot, your gaze fell upon your face.  

The angry red splotches covering your cheeks were something that you had come to accept as a part of you. That didn’t mean that you had to like it. The bathroom door opened behind you and you saw Natasha reflected in the mirror.

“Worried about your face?” she asked tactlessly.

You turned around with a scowl. “Yeah.”

“We can put some makeup on you. Try and cover it up,” she offered.

You shook your head. “Makeup doesn’t cover it up. Trust me, I’ve tried everything. I’ve blown whole paychecks on foundation and creams to try and hide it. Nothing works.”

You pushed past her with a huff.

Wanda rose from the bed with a soft smile. “I know you don’t believe it, but it’s not that bad. Noticeable, yes, but not ugly. Having red on your face does not immediately make you ugly.”

“Maybe not to you, but to the rest of the world it does.”

She sighed, her smile dropping into a pitying frown.

Natasha cleared her throat. “Come on. We’re already late, we should get going.”

It was late in the year, and a chill breeze hit you as you slid out of the limo, followed by Wanda and Natasha. You rubbed your arms, trying to find some warmth in the friction. Before you stood a massive hotel, dark and foreboding against the bright New York skyline, the gray bricks and Victorian architecture giving the place an eerie feel. You shivered, though not from the cold, and before you could turn around and get back into the limo, your friends were pulling you toward the front doors, one on either arm.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N,” Wanda whispered in your ear.

“I hate parties…” you grumbled as a young man in a sharply tailored tux opened the door to grant you entrance and you were pulled inside.

The feel of the hotel’s interior was in sharp contrast to the exterior. It was brightly lit, with red velvet furniture and a massive gold chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. You gaped at anything and everything you laid your eyes on as your friends lead you farther in.

“You’re late.”

You pulled your gaze away from an exquisite stained glass window high up in the wall and dropped your head to see Tony Stark striding toward you, a glass of champagne in hand.

“Only by half an hour,” Natasha responded with a smirk.

“So, fashionably late, then,” Tony quipped with a playful grin. He turned to you then. “Glad to see you here, Y/N. I was sure you wouldn’t come.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you mumbled coldly.

“You look good, if that’s any consolation,” he tried to reassure you.

You offered a curt nod in thanks, but said nothing else.

“Well, party’s this way,” he said and lead you, Natasha, and Wanda through the entrance hall and to a set of heavy, ornately carved doors that hung open on their hinges to reveal a massive ballroom. Well… it may not have actually been a ballroom, but that was the only word that you could think to describe it. It reminded you of something from a fairytale castle, and suddenly you felt very out of place. This is a room for royalty, not… not you.

Your friends departed as soon as you stepped over the threshold, weaving their way through the crowds of elegantly dressed guests to find the rest of the team. The sea of people within swayed like a tide and you had to dance around them to move farther into the room, lest you crash into someone. Luckily, you were fairly graceful on your feet and managed to find your way to the bar without causing an accident.

The young woman at the counter smiled at you as you pulled up and leaned back on the bar. “What can I get for you tonight?” she asked, her soft voice harmonizing with the piano and cello music whispering through the room from the stage.

You looked over your shoulder at her. “Oh, sorry. No, I don’t want anything right now, thank you.”

She nodded and moved on to another customer as you hopped up onto a barstool, facing the counter. You tried to read some of the labels on the fancy glass bottles lining the shelves, but they were either too small or the font too curly for you to make out much. After a few minutes, you were picking at your cuticles as a body took the stool to your right. Not wanting to make small talk with a stranger, you opted to ignore them, turning your body slightly away so that they would hopefully leave you alone.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“A glass of ice water for my friend here,” a dark, smooth voice with an unforgettable accent replied.

Your heart stopped in your chest and you held your breath. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

The bartender set a tall glass of ice cold water in front of you and you wrapped your hands around it instinctively before muttering a thank you.

“Having fun?” Loki asked and you knew the question was directed at you.

You took a sip of water to try and cool the heat that was rising to your face. You were fond of the God of Mischief and his presence always sent fire rushing to your face, which you knew made your condition so, so much worse; the red splotches on your face darkening to a deep crimson. You tried to angle your face away from him, to hide it from his searching gaze.  

“I, um… Yeah, I… It’s… It’s a good party. Nice music,” you stammered in answer to his question. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him because you knew how he was looking at you. He didn’t look at anyone else that way, which was part of the reason that you had such a hard time being around him. When he looked at others, his eyes were dark, full of judgment and self-righteousness. When he looked at you, his eyes held the bright blue of the sky. They were soft, kind, caring. He looked at you like you were all the stars in the sky, like you were an exploding nebula, brilliant and beautiful, like you were the only thing in the whole world worth looking at. “I didn’t think you were coming tonight,” you said.

“I wasn’t going to… Until Thor told me that you’d be attending.”

You didn’t answer, unsure of what to say. He shuffled beside you. “You needn’t hide your face from me, darling.” His voice was barely a whisper as his hand came up to gently grasp your chin. You didn’t fight him as he turned your head to face him and a soft smile tugged up at the corners of his mouth as his eyes met yours. You were sure your face was beet red at this point and subconsciously you turned away once more as he lowered his hand.

You could see his smile drop and his brow furrow. “Do I truly make you so uncomfortable?” he asked.

You shook your head, eyes downcast and focused on the bar in front of you. “No, it’s not you…” you began. “It’s not you, Loki.” Finally, grudgingly, you angled your whole body toward him with a sigh. “You don’t make me uncomfortable, not in the slightest. In fact, I enjoy your company. I enjoy it more than any of the others’.”

“Then… why do you avoid me?” he looked confused, but there was still a tinge of hurt behind his eyes.

There was no reason to lie to him. No reason to keep hiding. If there was one person that could look past your condition, it would be Loki. However, you’d thought that about people before, and every time, they’d let you down.

You rubbed a hand down your face and took a deep breath to steady your nerves before you looked him right in the eye. “I avoid you because I like you, but I’m afraid that my face will make it so that you won’t ever like me back.”

The crease between his brows deepened with his confusion. “Your… face? You have a beautiful face, darling. What could possibly make you think any different?”

You cocked your head to the side. “The redness,” you stated simply. “My condition.”

The prince chuckled. “Last I checked, blushing isn’t a condition, my dear.”

You shook your head. “No. No, it’s not blush. Well, I mean it is, I always blush when I see you, but it’s not… It’s not just that. It’s called Rosacea. It makes my face red, but the red gets worse when I experience strong emotions, like happiness, sadness, or anger, or when… when I like someone. Blush is just a little splash of color on your face not… not… this.” You gestured wildly to your face, to the scarlet that painted your cheeks.

His smile returned and he reached a hand up, brushing the tips of his fingers ever so gently across the splash of color before he cupped your cheek and looked once more into your eyes. “If this is a condition… then it’s surely the most beautiful condition I’ve ever seen.”

You felt the heat rush to your face once more. “Oh…” you smiled, lowering your gaze to your hands, which rested in your lap.

“You have no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed of the patterns that adorn your face, darling. Da Vinci himself would envy the color upon your cheeks were he alive to see it.”

“Now you’re actively trying to make me blush,” you said, poking him in the stomach.

With a chuckle, his thumb ghosted once more across your cheek before he dropped his hand to take one of yours. “Well, of course, dear. I do so love the color that springs up when I do.”

Suddenly, the chipper piano music was replaced with a dark, haunting melody that wove through the crowd like ghosts. A sound fit to compliment the dark prince of Asgard, you thought. In one swift movement, he had slid from his barstool and stood before you, your hand still in his.

“Would you dance with me?” he asked quietly.

With a smile, you nodded and he wasted no time in pulling you to your feet. The crowd parted for him so you could easily pass and he pulled you close once you came to a stop in the middle of the room. The crowd of people faded into darkness, indistinct shapes dancing in the background. He held you tight as he gazed down at you and took a step. His smile widened as you moved with him and he took another. Soon enough, you were dancing an elegant dance with Loki, who was looking down at you as if you were the very oxygen he needed to breathe.

“My crimson flower…” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “My alluring crimson flower. Do you think you’re not beautiful?” he asked. “Roses weep as you pass. Do you think you’re not regal? The sea bows to the sand when you stand upon it. You are not your condition, Y/N. Don’t you ever think you are not enchanting. You are everything to me.”

He glanced down at your lips and you knew what he wanted. Without hesitation, you inclined your head and brushed his lips with your own. He pressed them together, kissing you softly, slowly, passionately, starting a fire in your chest. All too soon, he pulled away, his breath hot against your skin.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered in your ear. And for once, you believed it.

@musicalmonster @nightcrawler0213 @mysteriouslydeliciouswerewolf @angelofasgard16 @a-kiddo-with-a-doggo @papi-chulo-bucky  @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @startrekkingaroundasgard @allltheships @dabblinginmarvel

the real struggle of writing: having the entire movie mapped out in your head like ur steven spielberg but putting it down on paper is like spongebob trying to write his essay for boating school

Senator Elizabeth Warren on The Late Show, July 21, 2016

Fuck it up Lizze.

AN: YAY SECOND PART OF “SLIPPED THROUGH”! I was already planning on doing a second one for this, and I was so happy to see that an anon requested it! *The gif is not mine, found on google. Please ignore all spelling errors!

( Part One )

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Request: YOU SHOULD MAYBE POSSIBLY MAKE A PART TWO TO THE STEVE/READER ONE BC THAT WAS AMAZING AND ID LOVE TO SEE WHERE IT WOULD GO ONCE YOUR REQUESTS CLEAR OUT?!

Recap: Your (reader) hometown got worldwide headlines when it was discovered to be a safe haven for mutants in hiding. HYRDA attacked your town to round up the mutants and use them for experiments, but the Avengers came to save the day. During the fighting, you were captured and used as a blackmail piece to get the Avengers to leave. Come to find out, you too were a mutant (though you did not know it) and that helped save your life. Steve offered you a place amongst the Avengers once they had won the battle with your help. 

~*~*~*~*~

“Slipped Through” (Part Two)

“Let’s see what you can do, okay?”

You swallowed nervously at Steve and began to follow him to the training area. You made sure not to loose sight of him, the whole lay out of the tower was new to you.

Your three siblings (to whom Tony Stark had agreed to let come with you to New York and live in the tower) were content with letting the other teammates watch over them as you went to train, which relieved you. You had thought that they were going to get more attached to you, especially after losing their home and their parents. Surprisingly, they learned to branch out and meet other people, like the rest of the Avengers. But, it was clear that they liked Steve the most.

You followed the Captain through the twisting and confusing maze of hallways and up a set of stairs before coming to a rather large training room.

Steve opened it and held the door open for you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled awkwardly as you stepped into the room with matted floors and walls.

Steve slipped off his shoes and set them next to the door and you did the same. You tried not to look at his tight-fitting white shirt, or strong muscled arms, but it was a struggle. Every time he shifted (even if it was just to put his shoes on the floor) you could see his muscles move under the fabric of his shirt.

Steve made his way to the center of the room and tied the thin cord of his sweatpants tight, then clapped his hands together t signal that he was ready to begin.

“Okay, let’s start simple and see what you can do.” Steve said. “You ready?”

You wiped your sweaty palms on your black sweatpants and took in a deep breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“Alright.” Steve said, beginning to walk towards a small cart in the corner of the room. He reached into the cart and pulled something out, but you couldn’t see what it was around his large frame.

“Think fast!”

Suddenly, a tennis ball was flying through the air and straight at your face. Instinctively, you raised your hands in front of your face and you screwed your eyes shut.

After only one or two seconds, you heard the ball hit the wall behind you with a rather forceful ’thump’.

“Did it…did I…?” You began to ask, but you weren’t sure exactly how to phrase it.

“Yes, which was exactly what I had expected to happen.” Steve said, pulling out a few more tennis balls and carrying them over to where you were. “It passed right through you.”

“You see, I think that your powers just naturally occur when you are in danger, or when you think you are in danger.” Steve explained, indicating that he clearly had thought of this for a while. “But, sometimes you can’t stop them once they started, at least not easily.”

“So?” You asked. “What does that mean?”

“It means that even though your body has a great ability to protect itself with, it doesn’t always know when to shut it off.”

“So how do I fix that?”

“That’s what I’m here to find out, Y/N.” Steve said with a grin.

Steve tossed one ball up and down in his hands while he looked at you, deep in thought. You felt a small blush creeping up your neck.

“Okay, so here is what I want you to do.” Steve said. "I am going to throw this ball gently, and I want you to catch it. Just focus all of your energy on your hands and will them to be solid again, and it should work.“

You nodded and held out your hands, ready for him to throw. You did what he told you and focused all of your attention onto your hands and willed them to be solid once more, though it began to drain your overall energy.

"Remember, focus on your hands.” Steve said as he looked at you carefully with his brilliantly colored eyes.

You bit your lip nervously as he threw it.

Focus on your hands! You shouted at yourself.

And you did just that, you did it too well. The next thing you knew, your entire body slipped through the floor and into the floor beneath you, yet you abruptly were stopped from hitting the ground, for your hands were still on the floor above you, solid as can be.

“Oh, my god!” You shouted and began to swing your legs frantically, nearly nailing Natasha in the face beneath you. “Help!”

Strong, firm hands grabbed your solid hands and pulled you up through the ceiling and back into the training room.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Steve asked, his eyes wide open in fear that you had been hurt.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You mumbled as you wiggled your fingers. You spread you energy out all over your body again, which was enough to keep you on the floor you were currently in but not enough to make you fully solid. 

You were beyond embarrassed, and by now your face was tomato red.

“Y/N?” Steve asked softly, clearly unsure of how to approach the topic. “Are you solid, or still…translucent?”

You felt your skin flickering back and forth, as if your body was unsure itself. Your skin began to sting and you could feel your powers being switched back and forth frantically. Painfully, even.

“Steve.” You said in a short, blunt whisper.

You tried to rub you arms for comfort, but your right hand went right through your left arm. And when you went to pull it out, it was stuck. It was solid again.

“Steve!” You shouted in panic.

Steve was at your side quickly assessing the situation, you could see the gears turning in his head.

“Y/N, I need you to look at me.” You looked up at him briefly, but them averted your eyes back to your arm. “No, Y/N, look at me.”

You did as you were told and looked in his eyes.

“It is going to be okay, you just need to calm down.” He pointed to your arm. “I want you to channel a good portion–but not all– of your energy to your right hand and make it phase out of your arm.”

You shook your head, “I can’t do it, Steve. I’m trying!”

Steve sighed, “If that’s now working, let’s try something else.”

You felt tears fall down your face and hit the gym floor. “I’m so scared, my powers are so unpredictable.”

“I know. Now, close your eyes, I want to try something.”

You shut your eyes lightly and took in deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You had no idea what Steve had in mind, but you sure hoped that it worked.

You felt two hands grip the sides of your head softly, as if they were testing to see if you were solid or not. After a small moment of no movement, you felt Steve press his lips to your forehead with a little more pressure than his hands.

Your heart did small flips in your chest and you felt your body naturally step towards his, your head tilting up so that it was pressing further into his lips.

The sensations of his lips against your skin made you forget about your arm, and without thinking about it, your hand phased out of your arm and reached up to hold his wrists gently.

He pulled away from you and smiled. “See? You’re okay, everything is okay.”

He was so close to your, you could feel his minty breath fan across your face. After taking a moment to recognize how perfect of an opportunity it was, Steve leaned into you once more, this lip his target was your lips. Just as they were about to meet, you shook your head. “What if…you get, you know, stuck?”

“I won’t, I have faith in you.” He closed the distance between the two of you, and suddenly, you felt completely whole.

~*~*~*~*~ A Year Later ~*~*~*~*~

“Gross!” Susie groaned, covering her eyes with her small yet growing hands. “Steve, stop eating my sister’s face!”

Steve let out a low chuckle as he pulled away from your lips and focused his attention back to his coffee.

It was mornings like this that you had come to love the most; the kids running around, your teammates just getting up and eating breakfast, and Steve at your side.

“Ooh, is that a pancake in your hands?” You heard Natasha say to Will, who was currently stuffing his face with them.

“Sissy made them!” He said through a mouthful. “I think she has more, too.”

You grabbed a plate and put the steaming hot stack onto them, then walked through (yes, through) the island counter to give them to Natasha.

“Thank you, Y/N!” She said with a grin, already rolling some up and eating it with her fingers.

You noticed Steve watching you through his eyelashes as he sipped his coffee, so you just stood in the middle of the counter island and crossed your arms over your chest. “What?”

“Nothing’s wrong, dear.” Steve chuckled as he set his mug down. “It’s just that you have come so far from when we had just started training, and it’s only been a year.”

You smiled at him and moved out of the counter. You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around him, he reached up and twined his fingers in yours.

“Well,” You said with a smile. “ I did have a great trainer.”

You kissed his temple and he smiled blissfully. “I love you, Y/N.”

He turned his face to you and kissed your lips softly.

“I love you too, Steve.”

“Again, gross!” You heard Susie squeal from behind you.

“I think it’s kinda cute….” Will muttered. “I mean, when I grow up I want to have a relationship like that.”

Steve pulled away from you and ruffled Will’s hair. “Thanks, little man.”

Will was the quietest of the three siblings, yet he took a strange liking to Steve, which warmed your heart. There were times where Will would be upset and he would curl up on Steve’s lap and tell him what’s wrong, and Steve always listened to him and never refused to hold him as he cried.

Susie and Tommy (the two older of your younger siblings) also liked Steve, but didn’t seem to open up to him quite as much as Will had.

It was like the Avengers had taken up the empty space that appeared when your parents died, and the siblings seemed to be starting to move on as well.

Your siblings, your new home, Steve–you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

((A little more fluff than the first one, but I am happy with it! I hope you liked it!))

AN:  I’m so ready to do a Steve Rogers imagine LETTTTS GOOO XD!!!! Anyway, now that I’ve gotten that outburst out of the way, I’d like to thank anon for sending a Captain request my way (?). *The gif is not mine, found on google. Please ignore any spelling mistakes. Xoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Request: I need more Steve Rogers imagines in my life

((^^^^ Honey, don’t we all?))

Prompt: It is revealed that your small town had been harboring mutants for years, which has attracted the attention of a deadly origination: HYDRA. They come to your town wanting to round all of the mutants they can find up and use them for experiments. The Avengers have come to liberate your town from the belligerent army, chaos ensues.

((I kind of took this as a free request, so I hope that you like the prompt I made up! I have been thinking about this one all day XD))

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“Slipped Through”

~Reader~

Chaos. The town that you had grown up in, gone to school in, and loved for all the years of your life was reduced to rubble, blood, and broken memories.

Your town was a place that was just a dot too small to notice on the map, the only reason people came through was either to fill up on gas or ask for directions. Well, that was until the news broke out.

“Small Town Helps Dangerous Mutants In Hiding” lined the front page or nearly every magazine and news paper around the country. You hadn’t paid much attention to the mutant controversy that had been growing on the news, so it was a large shock when you saw the name of your town in the thick of it.

Only days after the news story had surfaced, reporters of every kind began to flood into your town, digging in every small corner for a look at the mutants.  Once footage from your town began to take over every TV in the country, you began to get a bad feeling. It wasn’t good news that they were spreading, people began to take to the media and protest in the streets, calling your town and everyone in it traders to the human kind.

That was around the time that the soldiers showed up. The came in like a storm, you could see the dark clouds coming ahead, but it was too late to run by the time the lightning struck.

They tore the town to bits, rounding up any mutant they could find and shoving them into armored transports, sending them away to god knows where.

They called themselves HYRDA.

They went through every building with a fine toothed comb, then blew it up. You had taken yourself and your three younger siblings out of your home and hid them in a pile of rubble and rock that was across the street.

“Keep your head down.” You whispered quietly, shoving Tommy (the youngest brother) town behind the hill of debris.

You watched with tears in your eyes as a HYRDA agent stepped out f your house, shaking his head to his advisor. They stepped away from the house and tossed a large bomb through the front door, moments later the house fell.

Your home, your memories, you life fell to the ground and you couldn’t do anything about it. You couldn’t even cry, or else they would find you.

You just wished that your parents managed to hide like you had, but by the time the HYRDA soldiers had gotten into town they were working. They were in one of the first buildings to be wrecked.

Above you, you heard the sound of a jet. You looked up, careful not to be seen by the soldiers, and saw something begin to slowly descend into the thick of the fighting, which was only down the street from you.

You heard a HYRDA solider curse, then hiss out, “We knew SHIELD was going to show up eventually, but I figured we would have a little more time.”

His partner looked at him in confusion. “SHIELD? Why should we worry about them?”

“Because,” The man took his gun out of his belt and began to walk to the next house. “the Avengers.”

The Avengers.

A glimmer of hope, something that made you want to survive came with those words. The Avengers. You had to make it to main street, with the Avengers driving out all of the soldiers, it would be the safest place for your siblings.

You took two of your siblings’ hands and had the smallest one climb onto your back, then you bolted in the direction of the fighting. You hid behind rocks and such when there were soldiers around, but eventually you had made it.

And, you were right. The fighting was still happening, but the Avengers had defiantly thinned the herd.

You stood in shock for a moment when the Hulk rammed into five soldiers, flinging them over an entire bus.

You led the kids over to the remains of a bakery. You frantically dug a hole through the rocks and pushed them inside, then covered them up with an old sheet of metal that had been laying on the ground.

“Y/N!” You heard your sister, Susie, cry. “Don’t leave! Come in here with us, we can make room!”

A bomb exploded just a few buildings away, making you cover your head as rocks sprayed overhead.

You heard your siblings scream, so you lifted the sheet metal and hushed them. “You have to keep quiet. There is not enough room for me. Please, babies, don’t scream. I know it’s scary, but you have to be strong.”

“Like Captain America!” Tommy said with a smile, despite the tears running down his dirty face.

You nodded. “Just like Captain America.”

“How touching.” You heard an accented, twisted voice muse behind you. Your eyes widened and you whipped your body around, covering the kids.

The HYRDA solider grinned, but it was short lived when a large blue, red, and white shield flew into him, knocking him feet away from you.

Then, before you, stood Captain America, who reached his hand up to have his shield fly back to him and attach to his arm.

“Are you okay, ma'am?”

You swallowed and nodded, “I’m fine, than you. I was just going to hide my siblings here, it seemed like the safest thing to do because the soldiers are checking every home–”

The Captain nodded at you. “We’re herding them out of this part of town, the only reason that solider came over here was because he saw you. If you leave them here, they should be fine.”

You nodded, then looked back to the kids with teary eyes. “You hear that? You have to stay here.”

“What about you?” Will asked. You were surprised, he was normally the quietest one of the three.

“I’ll be fine, babies.” You whispered, trying hard not to cry. “But, promise me, that if you can’t find me you will be strong?”

“…Like Captain America?” Tommy said quietly.

The Captain smiled next to you, then reached down into the hole and ruffled Tommy’s hair. “Just like me, kid.”

You closed up the hole with the sheet metal and felt yourself begin to cry, this very well could be the last time that you see them, or vice versa.

You began to walk away, hugging the sides of the crumbling buildings and trying to avoid the gunshots and blasts. Captain America guided you to a calmer section of the town, protecting you from on coming rocks and bullets with his shield.

“What you did for those kids was pretty brave.” He commented. “I think that you are a very good person, ma'am.”

“Y/N.” You muttered softly. “My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N… that’s a great name.” He smiled tightly, then began to walk towards his teammates to help them fight. “Call me Steve!”

You decided that if you couldn’t hide with the kids, you would be like Captain America–Steve– and try to save people.

You ran around on the streets and helped the wounded find a good place to wait the battle out, sometimes even helping small children hide.

People that you had known you whole lives; teachers, neighbors, shop owners–they were showing their true colors, showing the world that they were mutants. You saw people (who looked just as human as anyone else) shift into animals and spray fire out of the tips of their fingers. It amazed yet terrified you.

Things were just beginning to turn around, the Avengers seemed to be gaining control over the town again. But, HYRDA wasn’t going to go out that easily.

Suddenly, bombs went off near the Avenger’s jet.

Near the kids.

You ran as fast as your legs would carry you, and still that wasn’t fast enough. Even with all the noises around you, the only thing that you really heard was a faint yet consistent ringing.

After what felt like years and years of running, you finally got to the site of the most recent bombing. You spotted the area where you had put the kids…it was blown to bits. And, at that moment, so was your heart.

“Y/N!” You heard the voice of an angle scream.

“Susie!” You cried tears of happiness as you ran in her direction.

But, you never made it. You saw the horrified looks of your three siblings as something yanked your hair, causing you stumble to the ground.

The Avengers, who had been assessing the damage to the jet, were all congregated together.

“This ends here!” You heard a man’s voice boom right above where you kneeled painfully on the ground. The Avengers all turned around to see you about a yard away from them, your hair being twisted in the hand of the HYDRA commander.

“You leave this town right now, or else this civilian dies.”

You made eye contact with Steve, who was clutching his shield tightly.

The man yanked you up in front of him by your hair and had you sit on your knees. Through your mess of hair, you felt the barrel of a gun being pressed to the back of your head.

“Get back on your jet and get out of here now.” The man commanded. “And don’t even think about using tricks, I have snipers surrounding us. They are ordered to shoot if you try anything.”

You were shaking and tears streamed down your face.

“Y/N!” Will cried, running past the Avengers and in your direction. You tried to scream at him, but you couldn’t find your voice.

Steve grabbed Will and pulled him back, holding the sobbing child in his arms.

“It’s going to be okay, Will.” You shouted, only to have the HYRDA commander hit you in the head.

“Shut up, you!”

You ignored him and the aching in your head. “Kids, be strong.”

You saw the entire team freeze, not knowing what to do. You knew that they were contemplating; if they leave, then hundreds will die, if they stay then three children will loose their only family member left.

“Let the girl go.” Tony Stark said through his suit’s speakers. “Let’s not add someone else’s blood on your hands, okay?”

“Leave!” The man shouted, clearly loosing his patients. When no one moved, his entire tone shifted to a deadly calm one. “Or don’t.”

You heard him step back and click the gun, and instinctively you twisted your eyes shut. A raw, powerful sensation that you did not recognize flooded your body and took hold of every single one of your cells.

You heard a gun shot, yet you never felt the impact.

You opened your eyes and found that you were in a sewer, completely alive and well.

What?

~Steve~

Steve felt his insides shake with anger. The small child, Will, had shoved his face in his abdomen, sobbing for his sister. Y/N sat on the ground on her knees, tears streaking down her face and she waited for the bullet to be shot.

Steve wanted so badly to save her, but he knew that if he ran to her she would be shot immediately, and if he left like they wanted him to that hundreds more would suffer. He lifted his shield to block the horrid scene that was about to unfold from Will’s innocent eyes should he decide to look.

The man fired his gun, but something completely un expected occurred.

Y/N, with his eyes shut tight, slipped through the ground and disappeared, almost like she had fallen into a body of water.

So, she’s a mutant too. Steve thought.

The man looked from side to side,  trying to find the girl. But, just as he was about to move, Y/N sprung up from the solid ground and nailed him in the jaw.

The man stumbled back and fell, cursing and hissing in pain.

Y/N looked down at her body and wiggled her fingers, testing to see if they were solid or translucent.

It occurred to Steve just then: She had no idea that she was a mutant.

The snipers all shot at her, but of course, their bullets passed right through her and out the other side, almost like they were shooting air.

The Avengers all smiled to one another, then picked up the fight where it had left off.

Hours of fighting passed, and finally the small town was rid of all the HYRDA soldiers. Though it was a victory, thousands had lost their lives and the entire town was in complete ruins.

Y/N lay on the ground with her hands stretched out in front of her. She twisted the in the sunlight and examined them with a critical eye, finding nothing that looked abnormal about them.

“So, you’re a mutant, huh?” Steve said, tossing a rock in her direction. She didn’t see it coming in time but it didn’t matter, it just passed through her arm and hit the ground.

“It was on my father’s side.” She said, deep in thought. “We never met anyone on his side of the family, and now that I think about it, he always seemed to be popping in and out of rooms. I guess he would just walk through the walls.”

Steve chuckled and sat next to her. “Then your sister and brothers must be mutants too, huh?”

She shook her head. “They aren’t my real siblings, they weren’t actually related to my dad. My dad just remarried this spring, she already had the kids.”

“Oh.” Steve said. “So then you must feel pretty lonely then, being the only mutant in your family left.”

She sat up on her elbows and looked at him with soft eyes. “How did you know they died?”

“Because your brother told me.” Steve said with a frown. “He said ‘I don’t want my sister to go like my mom and dad did’.”

She looked down and fiddled with her fingers, which were caked in mud and grime. “My dad was living in fear because of what he was born as. I don’t want to live like that.”

“Then don’t.” Steve stood up and reached out his hand to help her up. “I’d like to talk to you about joining the Avenger’s initiative.”

**********PART ONE OF TWO, SECOND ONE COMING SOON********

((I’m sorry if this was annoyingly long, but I found it so cool to write because it is a little different than my normal goofy writing. I hope you all lived it please tell me what you think!~~~~And for anyone that got confused: The reader had mutant powers (the ability to move through solid objects) but didn’t know it.))

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Warnings: Language, Torture, PTSD sorta, some graphic descriptions of injuries, angst

A/N: Written for @iwantthedean ‘s quickie challenge. Write at least a 1000 word story with no dialogue. It ain’t easy. I based it off of this GIF blurb I wrote. You may wanna read that first. It kinda follows directly off of it. 

Also this is entirely unedited. I might edit it later so any major fuckups…my bad. 

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I held her close while she cried and tossed Sam the keys, pulling her out to the Impala. I got her in, careful to avoid any injuries. I hadn’t been able to really look at her yet. They definitely hadn’t fed her well. I could feel her bones as I ran my hand along her back.

As soon as Sam pulled into the garage I lifted her out of the car and got her into the bathroom. I peeled her clothes off, letting her know what I was doing every step of the way. As soon as I got a look at her back I had to stop. There were whip marks, old and new, all across her back. Damn near every inch of skin was slashed. She stepped out of her jeans and I looked up her legs, seeing the backs of her thighs slashed. I turned her to face me. They spared the front of her, save for bruises, burns, cuts, and stabs.

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