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Marvel Phase 3 looks pretty cool guys!
One of the many moments Phil Coulson looked forward to when his daughter Skye started school was being able to participate in class events run by the parents. And he was lucky enough to be picked to host the Kindergarden Halloween party.

Skye was excited too. He told her when he picked her up from school the day he found out.

"Really?" She exclaimed.

"Yep! I get to be at school with you on Halloween," he smiled.

"That's sooooo coool!" Skye said with a squeal. "Are you gonna wear a costume?"

"I think I'll take out my old Captain America costume," Phil said.

"Can I be Bucky?" She asked.

"Of course you can! A Cap always needs a Bucky!" He took her hand as they crossed the street. Skye began to pull him forward, her gait turned into a skip. He kept up the best he can, skipping along with her.
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The days leading up to the party, father and daughter were busy getting ready. They baked jack o lantern and ghost shaped sugar cookies, cut out halloween decorations to place around the classroom, planned games such as pin the bone on the skeleton and bobbing for apples. Skye picked out a CD filled with spooky songs that she found at the local music store. And Phil worked on Skye's costume. He based it on the Bucky costume from the Captain America TV show that he had watched as a child. A cobalt blue coat that he had found at Gap kids and painted the buttons gold. A red shirt, red jeans, and black boots from Skye's closet. He bought one of those party face masks that covered the eyes and red fingerless gloves. He was proud that not only not did the whole outfit come out so well, but that it got his daughter's approval.

The night before Halloween, it was hard to get Skye to go to bed. The five year old was too excited for the next day.

"You need to get your rest," he told her. "It's not fun to be tired on Halloween."

"But I don't want to sleep! I want to stay up when Halloween begins!"

"When you go to sleep, you'll find that Halloween will come just like that," he snapped his fingers. "Everyone needs sleep. Even scary monsters that come out on Halloween need to sleep."

"Ok," she said.

He tucked her into bed and pulled up the covers. He kissed her on the forehead and made sure to kiss her teddy bear, named Bucky, as well.

"Sweet dreams," Phil turned out the light. Skye fell fast asleep as he closed the door.

The next morning Coulson woke up at six in the morning to shouting.

"Dad! Dad! Wake up it's Halloween!"

He blinked to see that Skye was already dressed in her Bucky costume. He let out a laugh.

"I see you're all ready tiger! And what do we have here? A Bucky Barnes!"

"Yep! And I've been protecting the house from HYDRA!" Skye exclaimed. "No one crosses Bucky!"

"Indeed," Coulson nodded. "I'll get breakfast ready. I have to get dressed first."

Skye gave Phil a hug and ran out of his room, shouting something about assembling the Howling Commandos together. Coulson got ready and headed towards the kitchen. The two had breakfast: pumpkin muffins, grapes, milk for her, coffee for him. He was not in his costume just yet; he would change later.

"So you have to work like I have school?" She asked in between bites.

"Yep. And they won't even let me wear a costume," he said.

"Aw man! That's not fun. But you'll be Cap later so that's good."

"That's right," he smiled. "For the party and for trick or treating."

Skye did not have to go to school until 8:30 so they spent the free time watching It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown on TV. Skye enjoyed it, making comments throughout and giggling at the funny moments. He helped her with her hair, putting it up in a high ponytail.

He dropped her off at 8:20.

"See you later Skye!" He waved.

"Bye Dad!" He watched her run up to her friends; two kids named Leo and Jemma who were dressed as Frankenstein and Velma from Scooby Doo.

"I like your costume!" Jemma exclaimed in a high pitched British accent.

"Who are you?" Leo asked.

"I'm Bucky!" Skye said proudly.

Phil chuckled.  He walked back to his car. Today was an easy morning. All he had to do was to pick up the apples from the supermarket, change into costume, and pack the car.

That was until Agent May called with news from Fury.

"We've got that group on our trail," she told him.

"Do not tell me it's the tech smugglers," Phil let out a sigh. He was in the middle of the produce section in the supermarket. "I have a Halloween party  to attend and I don't want to upset my kid or put the school in danger."

"Don't worry. Agent Romanov and I are going after them. But Fury says there's a good chance that they could be following us. So keep on the lookout."

"I will," Phil hung up. He picked out the apples and went over to the cashier to pay. He glanced about him. So far it didn't look like he was being followed.

But he did notice something strange as he walked in the parking lot. There was a car in one of the parking spaces, but its lights were still on. Coulson thought at first that it was backing out or parking, but it did not move. As he pulled out of the lot, he checked to make sure that the car was still in its spot. As he turned onto the road, he noticed that the other car had backed into the driveway. Coulson made sure to drive at a normal speed. He did not want to draw attention and now was not the time for an encounter.

At the downtown intersection, the other car went in the opposite direction, but he did not let his guard down. Once he got home, he turned on the security system. He quickly got into his Captain America costume, grabbed the cookies, apples, a bucket, the parts for the skeleton game, and the CD and put them into the car. He took off. A few blocks out, he got another call from May.

"They're close. Be careful."

"Should I engage?"

"Only if they do so first," she told him.

Soon enough he heard gunshots. Pulling on his Captain America mask, and grabbing the prop shield he was carrying with him, Coulson kicked the door open and leapt up. There were three men surrounding the car. One was holding a gun.

"Now listen fellas," Phil Coulson tried out his best Steve Rogers accent. "You don't wanna cause trouble."

"Make us!" One of the men shouted.

Phil ran at at the group, shield in front of him. He rammed the man with the gun down with the shield and kicked the gun away as far as possible. He elbowed the second man who had tried to sneak behind and swung his leg so that the man tripped and fell on the first man who was trying to get up. The third man started to move his arm back as if to punch but Coulson grabbed his arm with his free hand and knocked the shield into the man's stomach. He sunk to the ground with a yelp.  Coulson stood in front of the three men who were groaning and laying on the ground.

"You didn't even try," he said, shaking his head.

He heard helicopters above and his cellphone rang again.

"We got you covered," May said.

"Thanks. Now since Cap's saved the day. He has to celebrate," Coulson headed back to the car. He checked the time. Ten minutes to twelve. He had to hurry.

He arrived with three minutes to spare. He ran into the school building, trying to balance the two boxes and bucket at the same time. He nearly tripped on his own feet and dropped the boxes as he made his way up the stairs. For a second, he almost wanted to be back in that fight. At least he was coordinated then.

He rushed down the hallway and spun to the left. He headed down to the last classroom on the first floor. He knocked on the door and the teacher, a young woman in her late twenties, opened it for him.

"Dad!"

Skye ran up to him and gave him a hug. He set down the boxes and bucket and put his arms around her.

"Hey there sweetie!" He exclaimed. "Having a good day so far?"

"Yeah! We got to read a story about a witch and her pet cat and then we counted pumpkin erasers and then we had recess. And now you're here!"

"I am," he let out a gasp. He felt out of breath. He made a move to pick up one of the boxes but the teacher already started to pick them up.

"Don't worry I got this," she said. One of the other class parents who was helping out with the party took the other box.

"What happened to your shield daddy?" Skye pointed to the shield which had been dented in the fight.

"Cap's got to save the day," he winked. "There were some baddies out there, but Cap knows what to do."

"You always know what to do," she said. She had picked up the shield and stared at it, tracing her finger around the lines.

Skye did not know the full extent just yet about Coulson's job as a SHIELD agent. She knew he fought bad guys and that it was a big secret that she couldn't tell others. He didn't want to scare her too much since she was so young, but he didn't want her to have a romanticized view of his job either. He tried to go for something in the middle that could be easily explained.

Skye handed him back the shield and threw her arms around his neck.

"I'm glad you're ok daddy," she whispered.

Phil felt chills go down his spine. He felt touched that she cared, maybe a little worried that she would start to worry about his safety at such a young age. He hugged her back.

"Thanks Skye. I love you."

"I love you too daddy."

She looked at him and smiled.

"Come on dad! The party is going to begin!"

Skye took him by the hand and started to pull him towards the group of kids who were sitting at the tables. The teacher was handing out lunch: freshly delivered pizza and passed around cups of juice. Coulson helped himself to a slice and some juice.

"Here's to the party and my pal Bucky," he held up his cup and clinked it with Skye's.

"To Cap!" She exclaimed with a giggle.

Phil glanced around the room; at the kids eating lunch. Some were starting to set up the pin the bone on the skeleton game in the play area, others were doing arts and crafts. The kids were having a good time. But for him, the most important thing was that Skye was enjoying herself, and that father and daughter were able to spend quality time together without SHIELD getting in the way.
She knew that he was trying to convince her and everyone else that he was ok.

It was the small things that stood out first; a forced laugh, a smile stretched so wide that it looked like it hurt, the unusually intense eye contact. Things that just got past the radar but got her attention. He threw himself back into his work at the garage, but spent his time sitting next to the cars, fumbling with the tools, staring at them with a far off look. His boss complained; first the unexplained time off and now he wasn't even working. The boss threatened to fire him. Kevin did not seem to care.

He wasn't sleeping well. Gwen knew from the times were he drifted off while someone was talking to him and the cups of coffee he consumed throughout the day. He wasn't eating as much as he used to, not even when they went out to the local Burger Shack on campus which was his favorite. He became quiet, spending hours in silence, not speaking up unless someone else did first.

She started to drop hints that she was concerned. Mentioning in passing that the health services on campus had a therapist, taking food up to his apartment, taking his hand more often than she usually did, a hug or a kiss that lingered a few seconds more.

"You know," she said one day as they were sitting out on a bench in the park. "You can talk to me about anything that's upsetting you."

She placed her hand in his' and stroked it.

"I'm here," she whispered.

He was staring out at the people passing by them; jogging, riding their bikes, or taking a leisurely stroll. The children at the playground, their laughter coming out in shrieks as they ran around, sporting wide grins. But he did not react to the scene in front of him. It was as if it took place far off in the distance and he couldn't see.

His hand held hers and gave it a squeeze. His thumb rubbed back and forth on top of hers. He glanced at her, but only for a second. His grip tightened. They sat, looking out. He did not let go of her hand.
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A week passed. It was afternoon, just after Gwen's last class. She headed towards the garage. Kevin was not there.

"Second day in a row that he hasn't shown up!" The boss exclaimed.

"There must be some sort of reason for it," she said.

"I don't know what's gotten into that boy! Slacking off! Just like the other kids!"

"Maybe it isn't his fault," Gwen pointed out. "Haven't you noticed that he hasn't been like himself lately!"

"And who are you to poke your nose into my business?"

"Someone who cares about him!" Gwen exclaimed angrily.

A barking sound came from the far corner.

The two turned around. A purple-bluish dog the size of a greyhound rushed over to Gwen.

"Zed!" Gwen knelt down and petted her. "How did you get here?"

"Great! And now his mutt is here," the boss spat before storming out of the room.

The dog looked up at Gwen with her glowing red eyes.

"Where's Kevin?" Gwen asked.

The dog started to walk out of the garage. Gwen got up and followed her. Zed slowed down for Gwen to catch up. Together they walked a few blocks to Kevin's apartment. Zed never once left Gwen's side and walked so close to her that she brushed her body against her. They entered the building and Zed burst into a sprint up the stairs. They ran up four flights of stairs until Zed stopped in front of Kevin's door.

Gwen knocked.

"Kevin?"

There was no answer. Zed let out a whine. Gwen knocked again. No answer. She turned the knob to find that the door was open. She walked inside.

He was laying on the couch, huddled in a fetal position. His back was to her. He was dressed in pajamas; a black t shirt and navy blue boxers. His hair looked like it hadn't been combed in days.

"Kevin?"

He was still. Completely still except for the rise and fall of his upper back. She took a step towards him.

"Kevin?"

He let out a moaning sound. Her hand gently touched his shoulder.

"Kevin?"

He began to move. First his head, then the rest forward. She stepped back and watched as he pushed himself up. He turned around to face her.

His skin was pale and his cheeks were covered in three day stubble. His eyes were empty except for the tears that trickled down. His lips, chapped and cracked opened slightly. His arm reached out to her.

And she knelt on the floor and caught him. She wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around him as he clung to her. He sobbed into her neck, his body quivering with each sound. Her left hand stroked through his hair and moved down the side of his face, her fingers tracing every line and angle. With her right hand she supported and rubbed his back. Her lips brushed against the top of his head, pressed against his forehead, his cheek. She could almost taste his tears. Unless if what she felt on her lips was a mixture of her own tears mingling with his'.

They did not break apart. Their embrace only got stronger. His breathing started to slow. His sobs turned into weeping. Her shoulder and neck felt damp. Tears dripped into her mouth; if it was hers' or his' it did not matter. She blinked and stared into his eyes. They were watery but no longer as empty as they were. Her lips met his'. His lips puckered up and crashed into hers'. Gwen felt chills go down her spine as the seconds passed. He broke off with a gasp. His breath was warm and she swore she could smell the tears on his breath too.

He tilted his head and she cupped his face. They stared at each other, not saying a word, but knowing everything that needed to be said.

It was he who broke the silence.

"I don't want to feel like this anymore."

"I know," she whispered. "I know."

She let go of his face and found that his hands had taken hers'. His grip on her hand was just was tight like the way he held on to her.

"You hungry? We could order pizza."

He nodded. She started to get up and reached for her phone in her pocket. She felt his hand again, on her shoulder.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Kevin's hand was more relaxed. It caressed her, as if to wipe off the tears from her shirt.

"You don't need to thank me," she said softly. "We have to look out for each other don't we?"

He smiled. The first time in a long time he truly did.

"Yep."

She dialed the number of the pizza place close by. He sat next to her as she placed the order. The couple sat next to each other on the couch, his arm around her's, she feeling his chest rise and fall against her cheek. They were quiet, but it wasn't the silence that had disturbed them before.

Gwen knew that it would take time. Kevin wouldn't feel better overnight. It could take months, maybe years until he got to the way he used to be. But this was a start. A small start, but one that meant so much, both for him and for her. And as long as he needed and wanted someone beside him, she would be there every step of the way.
Beside Him Every Step
Let's be honest here; considering the curveball The Rooters arc threw at the characters, Kevin would have a hard time accepting everything that came out of it. Heck back in season 3 of Alien Force with the mutation feedback, Kevin obviously was having a tough time--almost suggesting that he was depressed. I decided to write a realistic situation about what might happen after the arc.

You know, one of the reasons I love gwevin so much, is that they're always there for each other. They love each other so much and would do anything to make sure the other is ok. Sometimes, I miss that element when I'm watching Omniverse. 

I hope you guys liked this fic! 
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I'm going to be making a Ben 10 is ending playlist on 8tracks. Besides putting in the theme songs, I want to add songs that have a special meaning for the fandom. These can be songs that everyone uses for AMVS, that everyone associates with a certain character, episode, ship,series,arc...

Just leave a comment below!
 Make sure to put down:
  • The song's name and artist
  • How it fits Ben 10 (ex. Numb by Linkin Park fits Kevin Levin)

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I like a bunch of shows/ fandoms. The top right now are Ben 10 (all series), Hetalia, The Avengers, Adventure Time, various animes, Gravity Falls, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, Supernatural....and many more
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thanks for the comment^^
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Hello :meow:
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How are you? :D
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Sorry wrong link! This is the Loki one. 

youtu.be/cXdpfdAl28Q
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Now I see why the exhibit had Loki's helmet. He was ditching it. youtu.be/qHp_LYMV9zE
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