Chapter 2 Unexpected Guest
Hello everybody!
And welcome back to my Avengers story, a Marvel and LoZ: Twilight Princess crossover. However, … It is more of a cross over with many different stories, and some of those mention many Fire Emblem games, LoZ: Twilight Princess and Ocarina of Time, Inuyasha, Marvel, Black Butler, and PotO. I have incorporated a few original characters of my own into this story, one being Amelia Draconsire who is from Reslutia.
Again…, another Fanfic writer inspired me to write this story several years ago; however, I was reluctant to put it up on my Fanfic because of what people would think. This writer is sophiacoph123 and she is located on here within this website. She has three stories of her own and the one that inspired this one of mine is her story Please Don't Take My Man and I wanted to do a sort of ending for it in a crossover with LofZ: Twilight Princess for a while. She is listed under my favorite stories if you all want to check her story out before reading mine (it would really help with where my story comes into play).
A few words of warning… I do have several mature scenes in this story and I will be warning you all when they are going to happen in this beginning intro to each chapter. If any of you dislike my story you don't have to read it, but I would love it when and if you all would leave constructive criticism on it. Also, I have several mentions to torture and imprisonment later in the story, though I will also warn of it before hand.
This chapter does have a mature scene in it so kiddos, advert your eyes and don't look.
I DO NOT Own any of these as they are and were created by their respective creators. Marvel is owned by the late Stan Lee via Disney. Phantom of the Opera (PotO) is owned by Andrew Llyod Weber. LofZ : TP and OofT by Shigeru Miyamoto. Fire Emblem by Shouzou Kaga. Black Butler by Yana Toboso. And finally, Inuyasha by Rumiko Takahashi.
Onwards! Please enjoy.
Unexpected Guest
Peter's POV.
Thalia, MJ as a nickname, sat below me as I hung from the ceiling, as she had come over with Natasha, Pepper, Okoye, and Shuri to sit with us all here. Shuri joined Pietro on the loveseat and MJ sat underneath me as I hung from the ceiling practicing my spider skills. MJ smiled up at me and I smiled in return. I looked around asking, "Everyone still wanting to relax for today or can we train while we wait for the two lovebirds to emerge from their den?" Everyone groaned and booed me, throwing wrappers and wadded paper at my head, "What? Just asking." I smiled with humor and a hint of sarcasm.
"No, Peter. We've all deserve a good week's break or even longer after what happened yesterday with Thanos. And we need to plan." Steve scolded me, though a smile was breaking through, telling me he was messing with me. "Plus, now we have time to tour the city here and the surrounding countryside. Perhaps Thor can bring the girls to dress shop in Asgard?" Steve raised a brow at a concerned looking god of thunder to his right.
Thor held up his hands, "Not me! But I can have a friend of mine go dress shopping with them. She's my right hand in my army, Sif. She'll be glad to help. I also want to mention; she and I are going to be married soon as well! Within the next two weeks, I may as well mention." Thor smiled.
"Wha…? Wait! What happened with you and Jane?" I asked, brows furrowed, as I crawled over on the ceiling and lowered myself with a web to look eye to eye with Thor.
Thor shook his head, a pained look appearing on his face as he looked away, "She, as I found out several months ago, was cheating on me with a certain Hollywood actor who was just trying to get to me through her, so he could make movies in Asgard. Though due to some unfortunate events on their part, it was found out that he was doing some illegal stuff on the side of his career (fortunately for me and poor souls involved), some rather horrible crimes against humanity. Jane never said a word about it, even when I suspected she was deep in it, despite me giving her every opportunity to admit to the crime, even erring on the side of helping him cover it up.
"I heard from one of the actor's cronies… after I had Loki use some… highly persuasive methods on him… that she even dealt in some of the sex trafficking that the actor was doing, going so far as to make some of the trafficking deals for her own benefit and enjoyment. As far as I care to know now, she is trying to find work as a maid somewhere in the run down and impoverished parts of Washington D.C., her reputation as a scientist is shattered and her confidence is gone. Her former friend has been given all credit for her work." Thor sneered, snorting.
"Why so angry about it?" I speculated, though I had not sympathy for Jane. The other Avengers looked perturbed about it as well. Clint scoffed, Natasha sneered, Steve sadly shook his head, Sam and Scott both shrugged, MJ raised a brow, and Pietro and Shuri both simply rolled their eyes. T'Challa merely smirked. All seemed to be in agreement with Thor.
Thor gave me a pained look to which I immediately regretted my question, "She cheated on me, Peter, man of spiders! She doesn't deserve my love, nor the love of anyone else for what she did to me and to the people she hurt. And she hurt quite a few people emotionally and mentally I might add, including myself. Sif, I have come to realize, is my love and is attractive beyond belief. She is worth it and as I found out, she reciprocates my love for her. She is of Asgard as well and she'll make a great queen besides me as I am king. Though after the events of Thanos, Hela my sister, and Loki's trial, we've had to put off our wedding until two weeks from now." He smiled slightly at the reference to Sif.
Wow, touchy, touchy, Thor. Though Jane probably did deserve his scorn and rejection. I though with a frown as I swung crawled over to sit above MJ again, contemplating what Thor just told me.
~Natasha's POV…~
I sat there on the couch cuddling with Steve, contemplating the news about Jane, when Clint slowly came into the room from the balcony with tears in his eyes and running down his checks. I stood quickly, going to Clint, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Clint, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I… I just finished speaking with Laura. She had to tell me something that she wanted to surprise me with and she did. She told me… that… that I am Pietro and Wanda's adoptive father. I…" Clint paused, choked up with happiness, as Pietro looked at him with wide eyes. I hugged him, encouraging him to continue. He pulled back and smiled, continuing, "She had help from Rhodney and a few of Tony's other agents while we were gone to help her with the legal paperwork over the past seven months. She made it official this morning. She and I are now their legal parents and that they have legal U.S. citizenship." Clint turned to a now standing Pietro who had tears in his eyes. "My son. My boy."
Pietro smiled, "Old man… Father." He knew he finally had a new father.
Shuri shouted as she came in with champagne, "Drinks for everyone! To celebrate!" Everyone cheered in honor of the new father-son duo. Though Pepper and I each stuck with a glass of water.
I smiled, happy for Clint and Pietro and in turn Wanda. She'll be so happy to have a legal family again. I wonder where she and James are. UGH! They've been gone loving each other too long. Four hours now… Hmmm… I looked over to a clock. 12:59pm. I stood up and smiled at Steve who returned the smile.
"I'm going to check on our missing lovebirds. They've been gone long enough, as we have plans to do and get done." I told Steve, who in turn frowned.
"Very well. Just knock before you go in. They may very well be at it still." He said surprising me at his insinuation. Usually he never made such lewd or sexual comments to anyone, but me in private. So, to hear him say it in front of others was shocking. However, thinking back to his time in the army during WWII, it was not surprising at all.
I nodded, blushing, before I made my way to the bedroom we shared with James and Wanda. But as I approached the room, I heard grunting and metal hitting metal before it went silent. I then rush to the door, listening at the short and concerning conversation, instantly recognizing the voice behind the words. I thought I would never hear that voice again, my heart beyond happy, yet fearful. It went silent as the sound of that person collapsed to the ground in her armor.
Wanda's POV.
I slowly woke up after an hour's nap, not realizing that two and a half hours of lovemaking would be exhausting with James. He was such a gentle and attentive lover to me, yet could take the lead in it as well and be a most demanding lover. Most likely from his past. We had been together only once before which we had savored and took our time as we did so this time as well. What was nice is that his arm brought excitement into the mix as it was made of vibranium.
I quietly sighed in pleasure as he held me close to himself, trusting me completely as he had his metal arm around my waist as he rested, unaware that I had awaken. He was gently running his metal fingers across my back, causing pleasurable tingles along my spine down to my nether regions. I took a moment to take in his gorgeous face again as I was facing him this time, my arm around his waist and my breasts against his bare chest. Unlike this morning, our passions were fulfilled without Steve interrupting our actions.
I leaned in, kissing him gently with slow movements as not to startle him. He smiled as he moaned into my kiss, pulling me closer to him. I smiled as his urgent lips kissed down jawline and to my neck as I moaned, tipping my chin up to allow him access, pleasure racing through me and settling in my nether regions. I moaned and gasped louder as he pinned me beneath him as I looked up at him with adorning eyes.
He looked back at me with a wild love, a look he just learned to develop not long ago. He was so in love with me as I was with him. He leaned down to kiss me most urgently, desperately, his kisses sending jolts of energy through my body. His hands roamed shamelessly, one warm, one cold, causing the pleasure to mount. I ran my hands over his back, a moan escaping me.
He moaned as well, my pleasure causing him to become even more aroused. I joined us together in our minds, our souls becoming one as he joined us as one in body. He went slow, savoring it with me. I gasped and breathed as he moved inside me, his pace starting to quicken. I felt my time coming quickly, James not far behind me. I near-shouted his name, and he mine and we climaxed before he collapsed upon me. He was still inside me and I hummed in pleasure, as we held each other close. He stroked my check gently, whispering, "I love you, Wanda." Looking at me with loving eyes.
I whispered back, "I love you, James." I smiled as I kissed him, rubbing his arms in reminder that I loved all of him. His scars, his past, his arm… and now he was whole. James gapped at me like he had found the most precious thing on earth. Ever since he and I admitted our feelings for each other, and him purposing, he moved at my touch, but me treating his arm like it was normal was like a healing balm to him.
I smiled as he stared lovingly at me, "Hey soldier, how about we get up and rejoin our family? We still need to go shopping for our wedding attire." I giggled as James groaned as he buried his head to the crux of my neck. I was still pinned beneath him, his length still inside me. As he moved above me, his still aroused member sent jolts of pleasure though me.
James whined, his voice muffled in my shoulder, "Can't we go tomorrow, doll? I have some important business to finish with you!" He moved inside of me some, causing after jolts of pleasure to go through me. I tightened around his member, causing us both to moan in pleasure.
I giggled further, loving the feel of him nuzzling my neck. I loved the feel of him period mentally, physically, and emotionally. I moaned at his antics, "I know, but if we don't resurface soon, what do you think people will say about our absence for so long? Especially Clint, who's like a father to me?" James smirked into my shoulder, but he didn't say anything, knowing I was right.
"I see you see my point, love. Come! Get up and meet me in the shower, soldier! And don't spare the horses," I ordered playfully, pecking his neck.
James growled as he slid out of me, causing pleasure in me, yet I simply smiled. He then slid out of bed. But before I could move to stand, James scooped me up with strong arms, causing me to squeak in surprise. All blankets fell to the floor, leaving us both bare. James smirked, taking in my form, "My witch asks for a shower."
"I can get there on my own Bucky. I have legs you know." I rolled my eyes as he walked into the bathroom. Even as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Yes, but I am sure you are sore from all the… activity… we've been doing! Plus, this is more fun," James smiled in victory at my pouted lips.
I blushed in agreement, noting the soreness is places I never felt sore before, and I blushed further. He was being a tad forceful while we were making love earlier, but it was amazing and most pleasurable. James set me down gently, pausing to turn on the water and testing it, before we both got in the shower together. Since he and I hadn't had a chance to shower since several days before yesterday's battle with Thanos, a shower sounded and felt like heaven. Which suddenly made me wonder, "James…" He looked at me curiously as he picked up the soap before he turned to me, his hair now slick back. He also started to grow a five o'clock shadow, something I again liked on him.
"How do you shower with your arm? Can it get wet?" I asked as he pulled me closer to clean me.
He frowned slightly, "Well…HYDRA made sure to use the latest technology on my arm besides using vibranium. To put it simply and to make a long story short, it's water proof. Once I was here in Wakanda after the fallout with Stark and before Steve and I rescued you and the others, Shuri gave me this new arm and it's much more advance. Showering is no issue to me; however, it can get too hot if I use extremely hot water." He stopped speaking and I knew to stop asking about it, knowing he was growing quite uncomfortable with the topic.
But soon he perked up as he checked me over for wounds. When he was satisfied that I was fine aside from a few scratches and bruises in a few places, the delightful washing began. I shamelessly allowed him to fell my body as we washed each other. I then insisted on kissing every single scar he had, including giving him extra love and attention on his arm to make it associated with something pleasant rather than murder and death. He moaned as I lovingly placed hisses and gentle caresses over scars before I moved to his arm. He tensed a bit, but he relaxed as I loved on it in the spray of the shower.
Bucky's POV.
Wanda stroked and kisses the palm of my metal hand, the feeling so much like a fake interaction. I relaxed as she gently, slowly, slid her hands up my arm, feeling it. As if it were even possible, it sent pleasure through my body. She slowly, gently, moved her fingers and hands on my metal arm, a feeling so strange, yet it was something I wanted to feel from her. She closed her eyes as she moved my arm up, something I was not use to, placing my hand on her check. She then opened her eyes, smiling at me. She slowly worked her hands up my arm towards my bicep.
Wanda reached my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss, my broad chest shielding her from the shower spray. I moaned into her kiss as I kissed her urgently back, pressing her against the shower wall. It was a lover's kiss. I heard her giggled, effectively opening my eyes to look at her.
"Shouldn't we join our family?" She smirked as I rolled my eyes. We finished the shower and dried off. I, being ever attentive, scooped Wanda up, who entered my mind.
Oh James… She said breathlessly with a slight annoyance. I set her on the bed before I went to grab an outfit for each of us. Once we were dressed, I spun her around and kissed her, barely able to believe she loved me and was mine alone.
But a flash of light interrupted our moment. To my left, her right, near the end of Steve and Natasha's bed, a rough oval portal with swirling colors appeared. Out of the portal, a figure appeared, bloodied and dirty. It turned out to be a woman around the age of her mid- to late-twenties. She was in battle stance, dressed in dirty and bloodied white and gold armor and steel chainmail. She groaned in pain as if she had been injured as the portal behind her snapped shut with a thud.
She stared at us in confusion, asking in a siren beautiful voice in an equally beautiful, yet haunting language, perhaps ancient Hebrew, "תהא מי?"
I furrowed my brow, as Wanda had a hand up ready with a hex as she asked in confusion and worry, "What do you mean?"
The woman gave us a pained grimace and as her face twisted in pain, she realized that her language was different, switching to English. She said in a ragged, desperate, strained voice, her face pleading and in pain, "Help me… Save me…" Before she dropped her sword and fell to the ground unconscious.
Wanda rushed forward to help the woman without question. I hesitated, but Wanda, ever willing to help a person in need, waved me over, "Come over James and help me! She needs this armor off!" It was her nature to help someone, even if that person was a stranger. Suddenly, Natasha appeared inside the room with us. She paused in shocked, and if I had noticed, in recognition of the woman, before she rushed forward to help Wanda and I to get the nameless woman's armor off.
After a good several minutes of trying, the woman was free of her armor and chainmail which I figured out right away was heavy despite her stature, my respect for her rising greatly. She must be an advanced expert in sword play and must be quite strong to wear such heavy armor and mail. The woman was dressed only in bloodied, torn clothing and I turned my head away with a blush as Wanda and Natasha undressed the woman. Wanda and Natasha then gasped in shock at whatever they saw. "Good Lord…" Wanda mumbled out in shock.
"What is it?" I asked them, refusing to turn to see what Wanda and Natasha were shocked about.
Natasha stuttered, still rather shook up as well, "She's covered with scars, from whips, knives, and brands. And those face scars she bares, shocking. We need to clean her up. Wanda you take her right side and I'll carry her on her left. James, stay here."
I then heard Wanda and Natasha both grunt as they struggled to lift the woman and carry her to the bathroom to clean her wounds I assumed were on her body. I stayed out in the bedroom as they bathed the woman and discussed her appearance. Looking at her armor, I frowned and was disturbed at the disappearance of the woman's sword. It had fallen near the dresser that I had claimed for Wanda and myself, but I saw no evidence of its presence anymore. It was gone, as if it had never existed. I will have to ask Wanda and Natalia if they remember seeing it once they're done with the woman.
Putting the issue of the disappearing sword out of my mind, I decided to raid both Natasha's and Wanda's clothes to make a decent outfit for the woman and I went over to the bathroom door, knocking. Wanda appeared, and I handed her the outfit, women's trousers, a blood-red short sleeved T-shirt, white ankle socks, a bra and underwear. From what I saw of her in her bloodied outfit, she was beautiful and had curves in all the right places. Like Wanda and Natasha. She smiled hauntedly, "Thank you James."
"Is she alright Wanda? The woman?" I asked her. The woman looked oddly familiar as if I should know her.
She hummed, though concern leaked from her voice, "Yes, for now. I healed her wounds and Natasha is working on cleaning her up. But she's still out cold. Which is concerning. We'll dress her after Nat is done with her."
I nodded, crossing my arms, thinking hard, Where in the world have I seen that woman before? Wanda disappeared back into the bathroom and I went over to the bed to sit down, deep in thought about the woman and her disappearing sword. Soon enough, Natasha called for me, and I was surprised as I walked in.
It wasn't the thick, long, curly, stark white hair that surprised me, but the scars on her face. She had what looked like a clawed animal had dragged their claws purposefully down her face in a way to her neck and disappearing below the neckline of her shirt. The scars looked on purpose. Calculated. Planned. They were thick and clean and prominent in appearance. But despite the scars, I could tell she was as beautiful as Wanda and Natasha.
"Could you carry her to Shuri's lab, James? We need to determine if she has any internal injuries that I may have overlooked." Wanda asked sweetly, though concern still etched her eyes.
I nodded with a smirk and I gently lifted the woman from their arms as Natasha made her way to open the door. The woman didn't stir which was concerning. Wanda followed close behind me as I walked out the door Natasha held for me. As we appeared in the main room, our family stopped in the middle of what they were currently doing, confusion and shock reigning as I walked over to Shuri's lab with the woman and laid her gently on an examination table. Shuri, as confused as the others, came over, shouting, "What happened?"
Wanda held up her hands trying to calm Shuri as she explained, "Shuri, she appeared in our room out of a portal that opened up. She simply stared at us with desperate eyes and begged to be helped. Please, we need to know if she has any internal injuries."
Shuri nodded, moving quickly around in her lab, checking everything on the woman. She shooed us all out of the lab, leaving her alone with the newcomer. An hour later, as everyone and I waited in the lounge, I fingered Wanda's hair as she cuddled into me, Shuri came walking into the lounge with confused concern on her face. Wanda and I jumped up as did Natasha, waiting for Shuri's answer.
Shuri answered our silent question, "Good news is that our mysterious guest who I've dubbed Sleeping Beauty is all well and is perfectly healthy. No internal injuries. Great job at healing her Wanda. However, she…" She trailed off as if at a loss for words.
Wanda came forward to Shuri, asking with a frown on her face, "What's the bad news Shuri?"
Shuri looked to Wanda, frowning in return, her confusion still written on her face, "She hasn't moved, stirred, or so much as said a word in all the time I was testing her for injuries. Not even reacting to my touch at all. She has scars all over her body as if she was kept under tortured captivity in the past. Whip, knife, and brand scars cover much of her back as well as her shoulders and thighs. All of them old scars.
"Not only that, but she also has six fatal stab scars that go from stomach to back or vice versa and from the looks of them, they were delivered by a sword, lance, or arrow, which confound me. She shouldn't, from the looks of them inside her body and the exit holes, have survived any of them, but she did somehow. Impossibly. And I believe all were delivered at different points in time as the scar tissue from each scar varies in age. And confoundedly, very far between those times.
"There's a particular scar on her left shoulder as if someone deliberately scratched her there. But in all that, she's healthy and a fully normal person. And another thing following that… Is that she isn't human. Even though she has taken and holds onto a human form, I can't determine what race of sentient being she is.
"Her DNA doesn't match any know race or animal on record, earth bound or space bound. Whether she's human, Asgardian, or from some other race, I cannot find any records of her race anywhere, even with Thor's additional technological advances and data from Asgard's records. Not only that, I can't seem to isolate what is causing her to stay in her comatose state. It's as if she is just that way on purpose. I've done all the tests I could and I found nothing to suggest what she is, who she is, or how to wake her and treat her."
"What do you suggest we do with her? Send her to a hospital?" I asked, seriously hoping that wouldn't be the case.
Natasha stepped forward, speaking before Shuri could get a word out edgewise, looking to me and then to Shuri, "No. Shuri, keep her under surveillance here indefinitely. As you said, she is perfectly healthy and has no injuries, meaning she's safe here. Besides… I think she is familiar somehow…"
Shuri smiled and nodded. Natasha tapped her chin, walking over to the woman, gently taking her right hand. Wha…? If Natasha knows something… then I definitely have memories that haven't surfaced about the woman. My eyes narrowed at Natasha and I wondered as I looked to the Black Widow assassin suspiciously. Natasha definitely knew something about her and was keeping it secret.
I raised a brow, intending to chime in, but Steve cut in before I could, his commanding captain side coming out, "How about we have someone keep watch over her as we go out shopping? We need to get going on planning for the wedding. As much as I'd like to go into detail about her, we need to go. Our plans have been delayed long enough for today." I noticed that Steve glanced to the woman, brows furrowed and frowning. I could tell that he thought her familiar too.
I sighed in exasperation, "Fine, Punk. We can go, but we need to finish our Twilight run later as well. We only got to New Moon in the saga." Everyone snickered at my use of Steve's nickname and my suggestion, agreeing with me.
Hope you all liked this chapter and whatnot. Amelia has made her appearance now. And what about that scene with Bucky and Wanda? (*snukers and eyebrows wiggle* … *cough … cough*). Excuse me I had frog in me throat. Until next time!
