100 Marvel One Shots✔️

A Different Kind of Special >> Lincoln Campbell X Reader

Title: A Different Kind of Special

Paring: Lincoln Campbell X Reader

Warnings: none!

Spoilers: nopenopenope

Request: yes! By the one and only  Marshy_Marshmallow. Hope you enjoy it! 

Author's note: While researching for this one-shot, I spoiled myself for AOS season 3. R.I.P susiephalange. I'm off to cry a river. TTYL. 

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All of your life, you had been known as Coulson's kid. That was it; you'd been adopted into his weird life after something tragic happened to your real parents, and ever since, you'd been brought up into a life of espionage and connections with spies and superheroes alike. But, apart from the times you'd witnessed the training sessions of Captain America himself and Natasha Romanov, this was the icing of the cake on what normal defiantly was not.

There was a young man, and a very angry man, and another man, and a girl on your father's team, and they were all fighting. At first, it seemed like a standard fight, hand to hand combat, selective weaponry, but then - one man disappeared.

Into thin air.

To be fair, you had no clearance to be in the building whatsoever, and you'd escaped from the safe house in upstate Pennsylvania to Milwaukie to see what he was hiding. It wasn't fair - he wasn't around anymore, and demanded you to not bother him like you were the burden that he never insisted you were before. But this was different. Nobody could just teleport; there was no scientific evidence or research to back it up!

"Well, what have we here?" you turn, and your breath is lost in your chest. His eyes are erratic, hair wild, lips pulled back into a snarling, creepy smile. "They took my daughter, so I'll take his!"

Before he can lay a hand on you, you spin, and bolt down the hallway you came down. While your inner monologue is reminding you of what a stupid idea it was, your body decided to do something very stupid indeed. Cramp. "Don't touch me!" you cry out, closing your eyes.

There's a flash of light, and suddenly, you were away from that man, and -

"Where am I?" You whisper.

You're standing in the middle of what seems to be a courtyard in somewhere that looks to be the complete opposite end of the world. The buildings and the landscape are most defiantly not where you had just been. You let out a choked gasp.

"Hey, hey, don't worry," a calm voice reassures you, and you feel a hand placed your shoulder. At the touch, you can't help but jump, no matter how nice their voice is. You catch sight of your rescuer-slash-kidnapper, and for a moment, your heart stops. He's gorgeous. "Hey, I'm Lincoln. And Gordon came back to rescue you from Calvin."

You shudder at the thought of him. "What - where am I, Lincoln?" You repeat. It's only now you realise that there are people, of all sorts of colours and appearance - some appear to be visibly inhuman, some like the X-Men's Nightcrawler - and that they have stopped their things. To stare. "Why are they  looking at me?"

His eyes narrow. "They've just never been told it's impolite to stare."

Gordon grunts. It's only now you realise that he has no eyes; that his face consists of a healed-over forehead, nose and mouth. It's his mouth that's pulled into a grimace. "Jiaying will not appreciate a human in Afterlife."