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darkenedreaper · 3 years

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Avengers x Reader

Featuring: GoTG, Peggy Carter

Warnings: Angst, sad I suppose

Summary: 2 years after her death, your struggling even more. And it’s killing the team to keep their secret. (I changed Endgame because I can. Come at me. I might make it into chapters.)

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‘It can’t be undone’ she said

*2 years ago*

You had gone through years with her. Years with the Avengers and the Guardians of the Galaxy. You had gone through love with her. You had gone through the 5 years with her. You had gone to Vormir with her. Yet you had won the final fight without her.

When you all came back from the time travel success you had to try and keep yourself from collapsing. You saw the others standing with smiles on their faces but all you saw was her. Her lips and eyes pleading you to let her go. Her body descending forever. And her sprawled out onto the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her head confirming Natasha Romanoff no longer wondered the earth.

“Are you telling me this actually worked?” Rhodey questioned, followed by Thor’s wheezy laugh. Their faces became confused when they heard a long bang. You have dropped down onto your knees, stone in hand and body wet from wherever you had been teleported to after she had sacrificed herself.

“Y/n where’s Nat?” The big green guy said. Your eyes were stuck in front of you. A sorrowful look on your face. You couldn’t even move. You couldn’t speak. You could’ve all been there for hours or seconds. But Steve lifted you up by your arms and tried to read your expression. With the help of Nebula you were taken to your bedroom you shared with Natasha. The both of them tried to gently take you to the bed but instead you walked shakily to the bathroom and shut the door. Of course Steve was upset. He had a lost a part of his family. He had shed tears while he walked with you. He could only imagine what the scene must’ve been for yourself. The unspoken news of his friends death was indescribable, but having to be there in an unimaginable situation would’ve been even harder. And he understood that. Nebula grieved, she barely knew the woman. But she grieved. She saw the distraught and pain on your face and in your eyes. She placed her hand on Steve’s shoulder and took him out of your room.

In the bathroom you had caged yourself into. You had your hand gripped to the sink. Your eyes trained to the sink bowl. Your eyes drifted to the left for you where her makeup and hairbrush had been layed out this morning. You took a step back, nervously clasping your hands together. You tried to calm down before someone got hurt. You looked down at your hands and you were maintaining some level of sanity before you remembered that your hand had let her go. If anyone would walk past your bedroom door, they were bound to hear glass smashing and screams and words of anguish.

You didn’t speak to anyone. You completely shut yourself down. The only reason you spoke to someone was to communicate over the earpiece when you were fighting. There was a short debate over the coms as to who was going to steal the stones from Thanos. You nearly went into a fit of rage and upset before Carol ordered you to look into her eyes. Your excuse to use the stones was so you could be with her again. When Tony clicked his fingers the enemy became dust, and the world became a little more louder and a bit more lighter. The battlefield was filled with new and old faces. Tony’s snap had been so powerful he was able to bring back the people that mattered the most to those around him. Steve had Peggy in his tired arms. Clint had Laura and his children. Wanda had Vision. Quill had Gamora. Thor had his mother and brother back. Tony had Pepper. He was unharmed and Bruce’s arm had healed. Everyone had someone. You had someone. You had your whole family. But your special someone was Natasha. You had never felt so lost. Natasha would be holding you, you holding her. She would tuck your head into her shoulder while letting your arms envelope around her. But all you got were sad looks.

Some of the ‘newbies’ had questioned their closest. After a lot of loud whispering, there was silence. The battlefield was silent in memory of Natasha. The only noises were the hundreds of sniffles and sobs of those who had the news broken to them. The dying fires crackling. The next minute footsteps were approaching you. You had internally begged for it to be Natasha. But you looked up to see a short boy. His suit red and blue with a spider on it. His brown curly hair was tinted with grey. His teary eyes gave you the saddest smile before and steadily put his arms around your shoulders. You accepted the young boys embrace. You were thankful for it.

The news were around the place as quick as they could’ve been. Pictures were taken. Statements were took. The public had tried to surround the heroes but were pushed away by the helping police. It has been released to the enormous crowd that one of the most heroic heroes had died. The crowds became distraught. They sounded like how you felt inside. They tried to surround you and shout out their condolences but you kept walking. Where to? Who knows.

*2 years later/present time*

You spoke to no one. You spoke out in bursts of anger. Anger if someone tried to tell you to come away from your desk and to stop working and trying to find a way. Peggy, Steve’s wife, had became close to you. She understood how it felt to lose a loved one. She understood she wasn’t Natasha. She understood why you were working yourself so hard. She would never judge you, if you looked all disheveled or smelt from not taking a shower. She encouraged you to do your best, but she never pushed you. 2 years ago, you found a solution to stop Thanos. 2 years ago you lost her. 2 years ago Steve returned the stones. You haven’t been able to go through any videos or voice messages of her. Just a photo that you have framed. There were and still are memorials for her, but you would never attend any.

You had only cried to yourself. But right now you were on the edge of having a definite breakdown. Tony and the whole team of Avengers, Wakanda, GotG and Carol had wanted to check in as you had been back to Vormir. Which you greatly regret. Scott had made an extra time travel refill for you. All you were told by red skull was a ‘soul for a soul’. You argued with a ghost. You lashed out a ghost. You didn’t dare look to the edge. Knowing you would either throw yourself of or cry so much you wouldn’t be able to move.

They all met you at the Compound. At the platform that sat on top on the lake.

Steve and Peggy. Tony and Pepper. Rhodes. Bucky and Sam. Clint and Laura. Thor and Loki. Bruce. The Guardians were there. Rocket was by your side. Peter was there with Happy. Carol was at the edge of the platform. Wanda and Vision. And the rest were all there. You had your back turned to them. You were silent trying to understand why they all had such guilty faces, except Thor. They all had a secret. One they had agreed to not tell you, for fear it may completely break you. But they decided enough was enough. They had to tell you.

“Look we need to get her back to stop this shit with the Avengers get it together.” Thor spat at Steve, as he still saw him as the Captain.

“Can’t get her back.” You spoke up, causing everyone’s attention on the two of you.

“Wh..wha..what are you..?” Thor mumbled out.

“It can’t be undone. It can’t.” You said quietly looking at him from over your shoulder.

He laughed at your words before saying, “Look.. I, I’m sorry but your a very earthly being okay, we’re talking about space magic and can’t seems very definitive. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah look I know that I’m way outside my.. my paid rate here. But she still isn’t here is she?” You said. Tony took of his sunglasses, getting upset.

“Yeah well that’s my point.” Thor said in a hushed manner.

“It can’t.. be undone.” Your voice cracking, your tears had crawled their way down your face now. “Or that’s at least what the red floating guy had to say. Maybe you wanna go talk to him. Ok, go grab your hammer and you go find him you talk to him!” You yelled at him. He looked down to the floor. You shouldn’t be angry with him. He missed Natasha. But you couldn’t help it.

“It was supposed to be me.” You admitted with a breaking voice. Bucky let a tear fall freely from his eye. “She sacrificed her life for that goddamn stone, she bet her life on it.” You started to breakdown in the middle of everyone. Angry at how she could’ve died for nothing. How it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Even Wanda began to breakdown. She felt your pain from far away. Your longing. And your grieving. Rockets fur was wet as he was upset just like everyone else.

He couldn’t take it anymore. The lies. Not the acting. But the lies. Clint stood up and said, “Y/n we’ve been lying to you. Natasha is here. She’s perfectly fine. She’s alive. You just can’t see her.” No one else bothered to look up as he said what was needed to be said. You slowly turned around to him. “What?” Was all you could choke out. Steve stood up and walked towards you before keeping a distance. “When I returned the stone. He told me that we could all get her back, after all it was a soul for a soul. But the one who travelled there has been cursed. You can’t see or hear her and I don’t know if you ever will. But she’s alive.”

You took time to observe his words.

She was standing in front of you. Her arms crossed but her eyes were stuck on your face that was wet from the tears you had cried. Your eyes brows moving in a sorrowful way. She wasn’t crying for herself no. She cried for you. For your pain. She had never seen you so upset. And because she had been with you ever since she got back, she’s had to watch you cry almost every day.

Natasha wishes you could see her. She has been next to you this whole time. She was gone a few hours and then she was back. She couldn’t find you and instead ran into Sam who held her tightly. Instead she sped off to Tony’s cabin where she found Bucky and Steve, who explained everything.

She wishes you could hear how proud she is of you. She wishes you didn’t have to see you break yourself and live in your mental anguish. It hurt her. Every night you fell asleep at your desk, she would drape a blanket over you, and almost cry at your confused state in the morning of who had been to your office and covered you.

She wishes you hadn’t been traumatised by her silly yet heroic actions. She wishes she could tell you how much she loves you and how she wants to be held by you and she wants you to be able to hear her words, “I love you.” The others heard it. But they didn’t dare tell you.

She was determined to get her words to you. If not by speaking to you then by page. Determined to prove that she was with you all of this time. She wants to tell you how much she loves you.

She wishes there was a way.

If you would like a part 2, let me know.

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years

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Chapter 5: Dangers of love

Loki x reader, Bucky x reader

Word Count: 3273

Warnings: graphic description of injury, swearing

Tag List: @caffeineoverloadandstudying @zizzlekwum @magicalpieex @lokiyoulittle @daddysfavoritesexkitten @buckylokisimp

A/N: Okay, so I got a little carried away with this chapter because things are heated! We got some Bucky vs Loki conflict as well as hurt Bucky. It’s time to spice some things up in this love story.

“We need you! Bucky got hurt and may not live! We need you to save him!”

Panic begins to set in as you scramble to get off of Loki. You run towards Sam who’s eyes still dart between you and Loki who is laying on the floor, face covered in a disappointed appearance. Sam grabs your hand and pulls you toward the Quinjet, running as fast as you can.

Loki lays on the ground and watches you run off with Sam. The feeling of your body on top of him lingers and his eyes miss the sight of you. He knows Bucky is hurt and your job is to heal, but he can’t help but feel jealous. You at their beckoning call. Pulling you away from him. He wanted to keep you there on top of him… forever, but Bucky once again steals you from him. Loki finds his way to his bedroom, saddened by your sudden absence and filing his time with something else.

You and Sam rush in the Quinjet as the door starts to close. You sit down and stare at the floor, dreading the sight that is about to be in front of you, as Sam rushes to get some basic gear to cover you. He straps on a helmet and a bullet proof vest to you in a frantic manner, struggling to clasp the buckles. His hands are shaking, so you place yours on his, forcing him to look at you. You give him a look of comfort, yet control. His anxiety melts at the calm fear in your eyes, knowing you’re just as scared but determined.

After 1 agonizing hour, you land in some unknown desert country filled by tents and soldiers. Sam grabs your wrist and starts sprinting to a broken and abandoned building surrounded by American soldiers. Steve stands at the door waiting for you. Stress blows off of him as he sees Sam dragging you behind him.

“Hurry, he’s barely holding on!” Steve yells.

The three of you enter the building and rush to the second floor where Natasha is leaning over Bucky, putting pressure on the wound.

“Two bullets below the heart and one to the left. They barely missed, but he’s bleeding out like a bitch. There was also a large boulder on him so I’m sure there’s internal damage,” she informs.

You drop to your knees and lean over Bucky. He looks up to you, face full of pain and desperation. Even in his own demise, he gives you a smile and warm eyes. You shake your head at him, You’re not supposed to die you idiot, you thought. Taking Natasha’s hands, you force her to push on his bullet wound harder, implying she isn’t putting enough pressure on it. Steve and Sam stand behind you panicking, but informing the rest of the team through the intercom.

“Yeah, she’s here… I’m not sure… let’s hope,” Steve mutters.

Earlier…

Bullets are flying through the air as Bucky attempts to run around. Their camp was attacked late last night when no one was prepared and the battle has been going on for hours. No one was sure where it came from at first, all that they did know is that they’re surrounded and out manned.

Steve and Bucky started running first, trying to get to the general and end things, but as buildings started to fall down, things got harder. Soldiers were getting trampled, crushed, hit. Rocks were flying everywhere within the rubble falling.

Bucky loses track of Steve, the two getting split up somewhere about ten minutes ago. Leaning against a large chunk of wall, Bucky sits and regains his breath. He looks over the wall seeing that no one is near him. After all of this fighting, Bucky prays they’ll be taken home finally, knowing the opposing enemy is almost out of tricks considering they did a surprise attack.

He can’t wait to get home. He can’t wait to feel you jump in his arms, lay on him as you read, lean your head on his shoulder when you can’t stay awake during a movie. Two weeks is too long to go without you after spending every day together for a while. He started getting antsy to see her three days ago. Knowing he can’t stay in his location forever, Bucky starts to get up and dash.

“Bucky, look up.” Steve says over the head set.

Bucky looks in front of him to see Steve hiding behind one of their trucks looking over by him.

“To the left, there are three soldiers, go the opposite direction and they won’t see you at all.”

Bucky nods to him and takes a deep breath. Turning to his right, Bucky stands and starts to sprint. Gunshots go off and completely drown out Steve yelling “to my left, not yours!”. He barely takes a step before feeling an awful pain in his shoulder.

In slow motion, Bucky feels himself slip and get pushed down by an invisible force. Another burst of pain hits below the first one and one to his other shoulder. His vision goes blurry as he falls, his back slamming into little rocks and pebbles. Hitting his head on the ground, everything goes dark.

Steve watches as his best friend gets shot three times. Fear settles in as he sprints over to Bucky, but the enemy sees him running. Quickly, they shoot the corner of the building next to them, sending shards down around Bucky’ unconscious body. Steve stops and blocks his face from the oncoming rubble, panicking about losing Bucky in the dust.

“Everyone, Bucky’s down! I need back up!” The dust settles and Steve sprints to Bucky and looks down, “Wake up, Buck. Come on.”

Steve takes Bucky by his shoulders before realizing the bullet holes beneath his thumbs. He wildly lets go of Bucky as he stares at the open wound. Blood gushes out of Bucky as he lies in the sand.

Next thing Steve knows, there are S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounding him with their shields and Natasha is joining him on the ground. Natasha carefully picks up Bucky’s shoulders as Steve grabs his ankles. They attempt to drag him to the building when they notice opposing men in the main floor.

“Someone clear the building for us! We need to get him to safety!” Steve yells over the intercoms.

“I got you.”

Tony flies over in his suit, shooting down the men in the building and around the perimeters as Steve and Natasha drag Bucky inside.

“We’ve got him secured, but we need someone quick before we lose him!”

“Steve, doesn’t Y/N have healing powers?” Tony inquires.

“Holy crap, yes. Sam! Get to the Quinjet fast, we need Y/N!”

“Copy that.”

Sam sprints to the Quinjet with adrenaline bouncing through his veins.

“I need someone to watch the building as we wait,” Steve orders, “Nat, put pressure on the wounds, I’m going out to defend for a moment.”

“Will do.”

Steve rushes out of the building to find the agents from earlier setting up a temporary barricade. Thor runs over out of breath and covers for them. Steve watches Sam running back, praying that he can get there in time with Y/N to help Bucky, but for now they have to keep fighting.

Steve watches as you stare at Bucky, praying that you know what you are doing. He can see the panic in your eyes as you look down at Bucky. He knows that fear. It’s doubt. It’s the same doubt he felt when he was first in charge of a mission. The tears start coming in your eyes as you look up to Steve.

“You’ve got this,” he comforts, “I know you do.”

You look over to Natasha and nod for her to let go of the wounds. She quickly pushes herself away as you take control. Putting pressure onto the wounds, you close your eyes and focus. You feel the powers surging through your body and pouring into Bucky.

Steve and Natasha stare at you in awe. Light emerges from your body, surrounding you and Bucky, but not blinding them. You look so graceful as you pour your heart and soul into him. The blood starts clotting as it comes out before it stops all together, but as it stops, they watch as the light from you slowly flickers. You start to wobble over his body, looking more tired as you go on.

“Is it working?” Sam asks.

“I think so, but somethings wrong.” Steve answers.

Steve rushes to your side, holding you up from the back as you start to fall over. You start to get light headed as you pour all of your energy into Bucky. Opening your eyes for one second, you see the wounds not closing up between your fingers. They’re too deep for you to comfortably heal.

You take your hands off of Bucky for a second to lean back. Steve catches you as your arms barely keep your body up as Natasha rushes over back by Bucky, applying pressure again but not as much.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks.

You lift your hand to shake it, signaling you're fine before holding up your index to signal that you need one moment. Steve holds you tight, almost laying you across his lap. He looks over to Sam who’s staring at you.

“It’s like she ran out of energy,” Steve comments.

“It might be too much for her. I think we have to pull back and go home.”

“Sam, you know how much I love Bucky, but we’re so close to finishing this.”

“I can contact Fury or Coulson and see if we can get sent back, the rest of the soldiers can stay here and fight until called.”

“Then do it.”

Sam furiously runs back to the Quinjet to get a better signal, hoping they’ll be able to take Bucky back home. Steve looks down at your tired body sprawled across him. You start to waken a little bit more, looking over to Bucky in determination.

“Wait, Y/N. Do you think it’s a good idea to-”

You ignore Steve as you push Natasha off of Bucky. You get up on your knees before taking Bucky again and emptying all your energy. The brightest light Steve and Nat have ever seen comes out of nowhere, shining from your body.

People describe a terrifying event that their “soul had left their body”, but you literally feel every fiber in your body get drained. You lose breath, surrendering everything you have in you. Bucky starts to stir, coughing as he gains consciousness. Steve rushes to his side and holds his head up. Shielding his eyes, Steve sees your eyes go completely white, glowing as if the sun had entered you. Your face has gone blank as you black out, losing yourself in healing Bucky.

Nat runs to your side as the light disappears at once. You fall over as she catches you, trying to keep you from hitting your head on the ground. There’s silence in the building as Nat and Steve attempt to get both you and Bucky up before Sam stumbles in.

“We can go back! What happene-”

“No time to explain,” Steve interrupts, “Avengers, fall back. We’re heading home immediately.”

The Avengers sprint back to the Quinjet. Sam carries you as Steve carries the limping Bucky back, setting you both down on the floor. Clint and Wanda run inside as see you and Bucky swapped appearances. Wanda starts asking a million questions that Nat tries to answer as they take off.

“Steve,” Bucky coughs, “what’s going on?” “We’re heading back to the compound. You were injured severely and Y/N saved your life.”

“But I thought she was back at the-”

“Sam got her after you got shot. She did everything she could.”

Steve nods over in your direction. Bucky looks over to see you passed out on the ground, Natasha and Sam tending to you. He starts to panic at the sight of your paralyzed body lays next to him.

“Bucky, you have to hold still. Your wounds are still-”

“No, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Bucky, calm down!”

Bucky whips his head to look at Steve who’s frantically trying to keep him on the ground in a sederatary fashion.

“I can’t Steve. Is she alive?”

“She’s fine. You need to worry about yourself. She’s tired.”

“You promise?”

Bucky searches for an answer in Steve's eyes, but he knows Steve can’t promise that. No one really knows if you’re okay. There’s a tense silence throughout the quinjet as it flies home.

Loki hears the engine of the quinjet as it lands. He rushes off the couch to stand at the tower’s bridge doors, watching it land. As the door opens, he hurriedly walks onto the bridge looking around each Avenger as they walk out to see you. Steve and Tony stop when they see the writings on Loki’s body, recognizing your handwriting from the notes on Bucky’s arms.

“What the-” Tony mutters.

“Where is she?” Loki asks worriedly.

Sam steps off the quinjet carrying your body bridal style. Loki rushes to him as the other Avengers stare at him in awe. Laying his hand on your forehead, Loki reads your brain to find you asleep. He forces you awake with his magic, having awakened in Sam’s arms. You look up to see Sam holding you and Loki next to you. Reaching out, Loki takes your limp body from Sam, carrying you to the med bay as the Avengers follow behind. Bucky watches as he leans on Steve’s shoulders, anger rising in his body from seeing Loki’s appearance and behavior towards you. Everyone glances at one another in disbelief of the sight in front of them.

You don’t remember falling asleep again, but you wake up in a bed in the med bay. Loki sits on a chair next to you asleep. By the looks of it, he hasn’t been able to sleep in a while. His hair is all distressed and there are bags forming under his eyes. You try to sit up before you feel a pounding headache start.

Loki wakes at the sound of you rustling around in the bed. He sees you gripping your forehead in pain.

“You’re awake. Careful, your body may still be weak,” he warns.

You smile at him for being so kind to you. Loki reaches for a water bottle sitting on the stand beside your bed and a small container of pills.

“Take these. I was told they would help.”

He hands you the little bottle of Advil and the water. You timidly take them from him and take one pill. Your hands are still shaking from how tired you are. Loki gives you a gentle smile, but you can see the sadness behind it. Your state of being concerns him, seeing how exhausted you are. “Are you feeling okay?”

You nod weakly with a smile, trying to comfort him, but you know until you have complete strength, nothing will make him feel better. The two of you sit silently for a moment before Loki gasps and pats down his pockets.

“I forgot… I have your pen.”

He hands you the ball point pen you use to write on him, which makes you smile. Why does he have this on him? You think.

“Just in case you need to tell me something you can’t sign.”

You look at him confused.

“I can read minds.”

All of the thoughts you’ve had about him run into his head. You freak out internally, wondering what all he had read.

“Don’t worry, I don’t read it often. In fact, this is the first time I’ve read your mind.”

He leans forward and sets his leg on your bed, pulling up on his pants to reveal his ankle.

Good.

Loki chuckles at you. He likes being able to talk to you, even if it’s through pen and skin.

The Avengers sit outside your room, listening to Loki talk to you. They give each other quizzical looks as they hear Loki laugh.

“Do you think he’s torturing her?” Tony asks.

“Oh stop. Did you see the way he was covered in writing? They clearly bonded while we were done,” Nat points out.

“Oh they did more than bond.

Everyone looks at Sam, confused about his comment.

“When I came to get Y/N, I found her on top of Loki on the ground. She was laying on top of him and leaning over his face. It looked like they were about to make out or something.”

Bucky is fueled with rage at Sam’s description. Steve looks over to his friend to see Bucky’s hands in the tightest first he’s seen in a while. There is nothing but anger seeping through his eyes, jealous of the way Sam talks of the two. Bucky storms off towards the hallways before slamming his door closed. The team looks over to Steve worried, knowing Bucky has feelings for you.

Is Bucky okay?

“Yes, he is.” Loki’s heart drops. Even in your own pain and healing, you worry about Bucky. He forgot about your attachment to the solider due to his own growing feelings for you. “He’s alive and doing well, thanks to you. You’re a good person.”

It’s the right thing to do. I don’t like it when my friends die.

A little flutter of hope flickers in Loki’s mind when you refer to Busy as a friend. He knows that you have more of a relationship with Bucky than the others, but ‘friend’ gived him hope.

“Most people don’t like it when friends die, but I won’t lie dear, I’m surprised you consider him a friend.”

He knows what he’s doing by starting this conversation, but better to have his feelings squashed now then later when he’s ever more attached to you.

What do you mean?

“It just seems like you and him have a special bond.”

Like a dating bond?

“I suppose you could say that.”

No, we’re just friends. Besides, I like you.

Loki meets your eyes to see nothing but warmth and comfort.

“I like you, too. You’re much more enjoyable than the others.”

The next day comes and you’ve gained more energy, enough to get out of bed. Feeling the cold floor on your feet for the first time sparks new joy and hope. You grab onto Loki’s arm, who hasn’t left the med bay since he brought you there. Slowly, the two of you shuffle out of the room and into the elevator.

As the elevator opens us, the Avengers laying in the main room turn to see you weakly walking, clinging on to Loki as you move. He looks down at you with a proud smile across his face. Bucky watches from the kitchen with jealousy in his eyes. Steve gives him a warning look, not daring him to do anything.

“Hey, Y/N,” Steve says sympathetically, “Are you feeling better?”

You nod with a smile which brings a smile to everyone’s face, except Bucky’s. When you spot him to your left, you notice the cold stoic face he gives you and the way he stares at Loki, his eyes burning holes at the writing on his fair skin.

“I’m taking her to my room so she can rest more,” Loki informs.

No one misses the way he says ‘my room’ and not ‘your room’ and they definitely don’t miss the way your hand slides from his biceps down his arm to tangle into his hand.

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roguerogerss · 4 years

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Safe Haven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: You can’t sleep, Bucky helps.

Warnings: none apart from Bucky being cute.

W.C: 1.5k

(A/N: This is super short, terribly cliche, and probably really bad - I wrote it at two in the morning - but I thought the idea was cute! Like and reblog pls bbys! Feedback is also greatly appreciated!)

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The light in the kitchen was on, but she had dimmed it to the lowest setting so that she wouldn’t wake anyone else. She hated being awake at night, holed up in her room with the possibility of looking at anything but her four walls looking slim, unless she had the balls to venture out in the dark, lonely hallways of the tower.

Some nights - most nights - she decided that it was best for her to stay in her room. She decided that, not only did she have all that she really needed there, she also really didn’t want to have to make the (at least 5 minute) journey to the communal area of the avengers tower alone.

However, tonight was not most nights. They’d been on a hard mission, one that required her to go back to her roots, back to the Hydra base where they’d given her the powers that gave her the right to join the avengers, back to where she was tortured and treated as a lab rat while scientists took notes of her behaviours and added them to their sick collections of research.

Tonight was one of those nights. The ones where you feel like, even though you’re awake, you’re not really. The ones where you wish that you could just forget about your feelings and go to sleep, and you think that you might be able to, but when you’re laying in bed you can’t get your brain to shut off. Yes, Y/N was having one of those nights.

She’d tried to go to sleep, really, she had, but the memories of metal beds and leather straps and night after night in that god-awful cell kept flooding to mind, and the prospect of taking a walk through the tower no longer seemed fearful, but rather the opposite. Comforting. And so, without much thought because - really - she had no space to put any thought into it, she pulled on a robe and pushed open her door, stepping out into the dark hallway that was illuminated only by the little green lights that indicated where the fire exits were.

She’d meant to take a walk to clear her head, she’d only be gone ten minutes at most, but somehow she now found herself in the kitchen, and it was four in the morning - which was two hours after she’d left her room - and she was watching as the sun rose through the floor-to-ceiling windows that gave her a view of the city.

“What are you doing down here?” The voice was calm, kind, but it broke her from her thoughts and made her jolt slightly in her position, curled in the corner of the sofa with a glass of water in one hand.

It was Bucky. He was standing in the doorway, a crooked smile on his face and a blanket tucked under his arm. She recognised it as being the one that she always left draped over the bottom of her bed, and figured that Bucky had probably woken up and gone to her room, before realising that she wasn’t there. She felt a pang of guilt upon looking at him, hair dishevelled, shirtless and sweatpants thrown lazily on to lay low on his hips, the remnants of sleep still prominent in his eyes and the sullen look that adorned him whenever he’d just woken up.

He hadn’t gone with them on the mission, thank god, and had probably fallen asleep with ease but had been plagued by nightmares. Y/N knew that they woke him up at all hours on most nights, that he’d tap on her door lightly and wake her by crawling into her bed and giving her an apologetic smile. Sometimes he wanted to talk about them, and she never minded when he did, listened patiently and stroked his hair and didn’t flinch if he cried. Other times, he’d simply caress her cheek and let her go back to sleep, or trace patterns on her forearm or back until he fell asleep himself. He went to her to ground himself, to remind himself that he wasn’t with Hydra anymore, that the dreams weren’t real, that he had someone in his corner. She was his support system, and he was hers.

“Watching the sunrise, of course.” She joked. She could feel her eyelids drooping and she set her water down on the coffee table. “Haven’t I told you, it’s a pastime of mine.”

She flicked her bleary eyes from the window, to Bucky, who was now walking towards her. He chuckled lightly, fiddling with the blanket, then sitting down next to her and pulling it over the pair of them. “You should sleep.”

She shook her head and let him drape an arm over her shoulders, eyelids getting heavier by the second. “Can’t.” Was her simple reply. Bucky pressed a soft kiss to her temple, smoothing down her hair, and she found herself leaning into him.

“Tell me about it.” He waited expectantly for her to explain herself, tell him what was going on in her brain that made her unable to close her eyes and let slumber overtake her body, and so she did.

“The mission, today.” Bucky’s face dropped, because he knew what was coming next. Memories of her past, things that hurt her and scared her, the things that she only told him, no one else. Everyone got the general gist of where she’d come from, what had happened to her, but Bucky knew the details. The heart-wrenching, horrible details that both angered and broke him. “We went back there. The same place that they...you know, hurt me.”

He let her continue, “It was hard. Scary, seeing it again. It looked the same as it did the last time, before I got out. I keep having this same memory come to mind, when they chained me to my bed and didn’t feed me for a week, all so that they could ‘observe’ how my powers worked when I was low on energy. It’s worse, because I’d almost forgotten everything. I was moving on, and, yes, the thought of the place scared me, but it didn’t send shivers down my spine like it used to.”

“I thought I was finally getting better, you know? Thought I was finally handling it.” Her voice broke halfway through her last sentence and a tear rolled down her cheek, but Bucky’s thumb had swiped it away before it could get too far. He was kissing her face, light, feathery kisses from her hairline to her jaw, comforting her without speaking. He knew that she hated when he gave her sympathy, when he spoke at all when she was upset, really. She’d always just wanted to let it out and move on, and he understood and had never questioned it.

“C’mere.” He said simply, wrapping his metal arm around her back and pulling her close to his chest. She sighed into his bare skin, his arms felt strong around her, like a fortress that no one could compromise, and she felt safe. He felt safe. From his scent of musk and mint to the feeling of the scars on his shoulder under her fingertips, he felt safe.

“You should sleep.” Bucky repeated after a few minutes of rubbing over her back soothingly with his calloused thumb and twisting a lock of her hair around his metal pointer finger.

“I told you, I can’t.” But she knew that she was already drifting off. She couldn’t help it, there was just something about the way that he held her, the way that his body fit around hers and his head nuzzled at her neck while he placed the occasional kiss there. He was intoxicating, and she loved it.

He chuckled lowly and released his grip on her, laying down on the sofa and motioning for her to do the same. “I know, angel, but I’m here now. Nothin’s gonna hurt you.” He cradled her face with one hand and touched his nose to hers. “You know I’d never let anything touch you, princess.”

She smiled weakly and he kissed her, a fleeting kiss, but it was enough to convince her to lay her head against his chest while he pulled the blanket up to her chin. There’d be questions from the rest of the team the next day, but neither of the pair minded. “I love you, darlin’. You’re safe.”

Y/N knew that she didn’t know much, that she wasn’t a genius like Tony or Bruce, that she wasn’t a saint like Steve or a god like Thor, but she knew that she’d never felt bliss like she did when she lay with Bucky - her home, her safe-haven - listening to his heart beat.

“Sweet dreams.”

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qandnoablog · 4 years

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Warning (Marvel Imagine)

Title: Discovered

Pairing: There might not be a final pairing (since I follow along with the movies as accurately as I can) but I do gravitate towards Loki <3

Warnings: Based on the movie - Avengers: Infinity War

Part: 11, [10], [9], [8], [7], [6], [5], [4], [3], [2], [1] Short story: [3], [2], [1]

Key: Y/N - Your Name Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Word Count: 3,689

Summary: After worrying about Thor, Hulk, Scrapper 142, and Loki in their fight against Hela, [Y/N] finally gets a response from the trickster god. But it’s not an answer to her question. In fact, it just raises more questions for her!

Note From Author: I finally finished this part! Thank you so much for being so patient with me and I hope that this is worth the long wait. I know Endgame came out nearly a whole year ago and I wanted to get the parts about Infinity War up after watching Endgame, but it’s been hard to find the motivation to keep going during these times. I hope all of you are healthy!

Part 11 - Warning

Since Loki’s visit, a day had barely passed.

[Y/N] could hardly calm down, let alone eat, as a foreboding feeling kept nagging within her heart. She couldn’t shake that ominous premonition that deeply rooted itself in her mind and her imagination ran wild on all kinds of scenarios that could have been happening. Thor, struggling to help both his people and fight his overpowered sister at the same time. Hulk rampaging around, mindlessly attacking whoever he was supposed to fight, possibly getting overwhelmed with numbers and destroying a large portion of Asgard. Scrapper 142 struggling against Hela, someone who had scarred her many, many years ago… And Loki with his rebel forces he claimed were with him as backup for his brother.

She had no idea how strong Hela was, the forces she commanded, and the state Asgard was in but she knew the Goddess of Death was very strong. Powerful enough to wipe out all of the fearsome Valkyrie at least, and Scrapper 142, the last surviving Valkyrie, was by no means weak. However, all [Y/N] could do now was anxiously wait for any news.

Throughout the day she desperately tried to get her mind off of Ragnarok. She tried taking a walk, visiting Peter and Ned, watching TV, amongst other things, but nothing helped. Not only that, but an overwhelming sense of drowsiness had washed over her a few hours after her talk with Loki. It nagged at her, forcing her eyes closed only to have her jolt awake before she collapsed from sleep mid walk.

Peter was very worried about her when she nearly fell over while walking down the busy streets of New York. He insisted that she go home, not giving her any room to argue. Defeated, she tried coffee, but that didn’t help either as her eyelids grew heavier and heavier by the minute.

Finally giving in to her exhaustion, [Y/N] rested her head on her bed and was out like a light.

Though sleeping should have been blissful, given that she was very mentally drained from all the stress and anxiety, something strange happened to her. It felt as though she was floating, rising up from her own body and flying out of her small room. She could see the world shrinking below her as she continued up higher and higher into the sky, gradually increasing in speed, but she was too tired to fight against this. So she followed the will of whatever force was pulling at her, shooting her through space and past the stars, towards a destination unknown.

Then, she came to an abrupt stop.

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Her body felt foreign, as though she wasn’t actually there. Her feet felt like they were on solid ground but… They also felt as though they could sink through the solid material without a problem. She could hear things and yet… They sounded distant. [Y/N] could feel heat radiating around her, the sound of fire crackling in her ears, but at the same time… It also felt cold. She could still feel the gentle breeze of home, the window being slightly cracked open and the air brushing against her sleeping body.

Finally, [Y/N]’s eyes adjusted just enough so that she could make out her surroundings and in that moment… She desperately wished she hadn’t.

The carnage around her was brutal and cruel. She could feel her heart race inside her chest, but it felt as though it were beating miles and miles away. Someone was talking, but she couldn’t register the words at all. The only thing she could focus on were the lifeless bodies scattered on the floor around her.

Walking around, avoiding stepping on the fallen, she steeled her nerves and bravely examined their faces. She didn’t know these people. All of them were strangers to her. It made her stomach, the one lying in her bed so far from this place, churn uncomfortably. She could hear someone screaming, but who wouldn’t in all this destruction?

“Oh my God,” she breathed out, her legs growing weak.

No one seemed to hear her. No one seemed to notice she was there. No one… Except for one man.

[Y/N] locked sights with the most beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen. They were so golden and bright, brimming with a sort of power she could never hope to understand. Those eyes belonged to a wounded man who was lying on the floor. Injured but… Alive.

She hurried over to the fallen man, but when she reached out to help him, her hand phased through his body. [Y/N] couldn’t touch him or anything else. Confused and a bit frustrated, she looked back at the stranger, who seemed to be much wiser and older than her. Maybe… Maybe he wasn’t human…

“Did you send me here?” [Y/N] questioned, her voice gentle, though internally she wanted to shake him for answers.

“Who are you? Why am I here? Why can’t I touch anything? What happened here?!” The questions swarmed her, but she masked her internal distress and showed only a picture of calm with a tinge of worry.

But the man said nothing. Instead, he looked over at something else. No… At someone else.

“Alright, stop!”

[Y/N] knew that voice. She recognized it immediately since she had heard it only hours ago. Dread filled her as she turned around, facing the man who had yelled out those words. That was when she saw him.

Loki.

The God of Mischief was exactly how he was when he had visited her. His clothes. His hair. Everything was the same. But she couldn’t see his face. He wasn’t turned towards her. No, he was facing…

“Thor!” She gasped, but no one reacted to her voice. They all seemed to be deaf to her words.

Everything about Thor seemed unchanged since she had last seen him. Everything… Except his eye. It was covered by some sort of patch, indicating what must have happened after they parted, but [Y/N] couldn’t focus on that right now. Instead, she concentrated more on his head being firmly held by large hands of an alien she did not know.

The stranger’s whole body was a light purple color, though it looked darker in the dim lights of the broken room. His golden gloved hand, perhaps a gauntlet of some sort, stopped glowing with that unnatural power, moving away from Thor’s head. Thor stopped screaming in pain, going limp in the alien’s hand. He looked so… So defeated… Drained of so much energy.

She wanted to hurry over to Thor’s side. She wanted to force her powers to pry the alien’s hands off of him and save him from all this pain, but no matter how much she struggled to send out her energy, she could only feel it distantly react way back where her actual body lay. Nothing happened.

Since the discovery of her powers, this was the first time she was unable to use them. It was like her armor and without it… She felt utterly naked.

“We don’t have the Tesseract,” Thor coughed out, his voice rough from all the screaming. “It was destroyed on Asgard.”

Tesseract? [Y/N] quickly looked over at Loki, but he still did not face her. Please… Don’t tell me that thing you used on Earth…

Going against her silent prayers, the god lifted up his arm and in his open hand slowly appeared a glowing blue cube. The energy radiating off of it hummed with power and the purple man smiled in satisfaction as [Y/N]’s heart plummeted.

“You… really are the worst brother,” Thor huffed, out of breath from whatever struggle had led him to be in the hands of this monster.

“I assure you, Brother,” Loki began, stepping carefully over to the alien with the Tesseract in his hand, “the sun will shine on us again.”

“Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian,” the stranger said, his low voice rumbling throughout the whole place.

“Well, for one thing, I’m not Asgardian,” the god replied, the Tesseract still in his hand as he looked up at the towering enemy, “And for another…” He paused, taking in a breath, “We have the Hulk.”

As if on cue, Hulk barreled into the purple man just as Loki jumped onto Thor to get him out of the way. The Tesseract clattered onto the ground, but no one noticed it as the focus landed on the fight between Hulk and the alien. Hulk threw his fists and landed many punches onto the stranger, seemingly winning, when the words of another alien broke that glimmer of hope.

“Let him have his fun.”

The tides turned against Hulk as the purple man threw his own punches and dodged all of Hulk’s. He seemed ultimately unfazed by Hulk’s earlier bombardment of hits and fought him as if he were heartlessly fighting a child. As the battle continued, the spark of hope grew dimmer and dimmer.

“Stop,” [Y/N] began, moving forward while forgetting that no one could hear her.

She tried to run at the alien, to use her body weight to at least knock him off balance, but she phased through him and stumbled onto the ground. She tried to grab onto the purple being, but her hands merely passed through him. She tried to stand between him and the Hulk, but they couldn’t see her and continued fighting. Fists and blows phased through her as though she were air, and nothing she did stopped them. Finally, on the brink of despair, [Y/N] fell to her knees with tears streaming down her face.

“Stop! Please!” She begged, knowing that her pleas fell to deaf ears.

[Y/N] felt so useless as no one heard her beg and plead.

Then, she noticed another pair of eyes on her. She looked up to find Loki’s eyes briefly on her, staring right into her, before swiftly turning away. He could hear her. He could see her. That was when it clicked. If the golden-eyed stranger wasn’t the one who had brought her here, then it must have been Loki. But why?

Confusion, anguish, and rage bubbled in her heart. Her breathing became ragged as she tried to control her chaotic emotions. She made a move towards him but-

The sounds of the fight broke her concentration on the god as she quickly turned back to the alien and the Hulk. With one last hit, Hulk was knocked unconscious and no longer got back up. His bloody, beaten up face and the alien’s uninjured body showed just how strong the other side was.

Thor, ignoring the odds, hit the purple man with some sort of metal rod. It clattered onto the ground, echoing in the open space, but it didn’t even faze the alien. He merely turned to Thor and with a swift kick, he sent him flying backwards.

“Thor!” [Y/N] cried out, but her voice could not reach him. She knew that and yet she still screamed.

The god grunted in pain, barely standing up, when the other alien - the thinner, more pale one - moved his hand and metal went flying at Thor. The pieces of the ship latched onto him, imprisoning Thor and stopping him from making any more moves.

“Allfathers…” She heard the fallen man mutter, turning her attention back to the golden-eyed stranger. He strained to speak through the pain that seemed to radiate from his abdomen, “Let the dark magic flow through me one last…” He winced, holding out his hand, towards where the Hulk lay, “time.”

A rainbow of light streamed in, phasing through the metal walls of the ship, and engulfed the Hulk. His eyes slightly fluttered open, briefly regaining a bit of his consciousness, before floating up from the bright beam, and then was sent flying to the other side of the ship, vanishing without a trace. Everyone turned to the injured man, who breathed heavily from the efforts of the act he had just committed. It was clear that the purple giant, who had walked towards the fallen golden-eyed man, was not happy.

“That was a mistake,” he said as he grabbed the weapon another alien offered. With one swift, heartless blow, the stranger plunged the pointed staff downwards, straight into the already injured man.

“NO!!!” Thor roared as the monster plunged the weapon deeper while [Y/N] helplessly turned away.

She didn’t want to see anymore.

[Y/N] was right there, invisible to everyone else, and yet she could do nothing to stop it. So much blood had been shed. So much she couldn’t prevent. She wanted to return to her body back on Earth. She wanted to curl up in her bed and cry. She wanted to throw up all the contents in her stomach, which wasn’t much, but she couldn’t even do that. Something was keeping her there. So she had to stay. She had to watch. And it killed her inside.

“You’re going to die for that,” Thor promised, his rage seeping out from his tired and imprisoned body, but the aliens didn’t look bothered by his threats. Instead, that thin alien, who seemed to be the right-hand man of the purple one, waved his hand. The metal pieces around him followed his silent command as they wrapped around Thor’s mouth, preventing him from speaking anymore.

“Shhh,” the alien hushed, raising a long, bony finger in front of his mouth.

[Y/N] finally stood up from the floor, casting one regretful glance at the fallen man, before making her way over to Thor’s side. If she couldn’t be seen, heard, or touched, she might as well be beside her friend who must have suffered greatly from all this carnage. Her hand brushed against him to confirm that he didn’t notice her at all, and then she settled next to him. While she stood beside Thor, the Tesseract was given to the purple alien, the cube crushed in his bare hands, and the glowing stone from within placed in his golden gauntlet. She witnessed it all, yet she could do nothing about it.

“There are two more stones on Earth,” the giant alien spoke, admiring the stone’s power, “Find them, my children, and bring them to me on Titan.”

“Father we will not fail you,” the one female alien answered as they all bowed before him.

“If I might interject,” a voice rang out, interrupting their show of loyalty, as the God of Mischief called attention to himself, “If you’re going to Earth, you might want a guide. I do have a bit of experience in that arena.”

“Loki,” [Y/N] huffed, sending sharp glares at the god. “Why did you bring me here?! Why are you making me watch this?! What exactly are you planning?!”

But he didn’t answer. Perhaps he couldn’t answer her. Not without alerting the others, anyways. Still, she had grown impatient. How could she not when being forced to watch this massacre?

Instead, Loki made his way over to the purple man, his smile unfaltering as their conversation continued. [Y/N] didn’t know what Loki’s intentions were, but she knew he was always full of schemes and ideas, so there had to be a reason for bringing her here. For making her witness all of this. And it had better be a good one.

“Almighty Thanos, I, Loki, prince of Asgard…” He began, then paused, looking down at the floor, “Odinson…” Loki glanced over at his brother, the two making eye contact as something was shared between them with that one word, “the rightful king of Jotunheim,” he continued as he faced the purple alien again, “God of Mischief,” a blade appeared in his hand, hidden behind the rest of his arm but clearly visible to Thor and [Y/N], “do hereby pledge to you-”

“No!” [Y/N] cried, realizing what he intended, “Stop! I know you can hear me, you bastard! Don’t you dare-”

“-my undying fidelity,” Loki finished, ignoring [Y/N] as he bowed his head slightly.

Taking in one final breath, the god thrust his blade upwards towards Thano’s head. However, the blade stopped before it could reach flesh, the blue infinity stone obeying the purple giant’s command and preventing Loki’s hand from moving another inch.

“Undying?” The monster - Thanos - repeated, a smug smile on his face, as he used his gauntlet-free hand to grab onto Loki’s extended arm. “You should choose your words more carefully.”

The god winced at the amount of force and unwillingly let go of his blade. It fell to the floor, clattering with the sound of metal on metal. Pulling Loki slightly forward, Thanos used his other hand to wrap around the god’s neck. The infinity stone was no longer needed as he raised Loki higher off the floor. Loki struggled against Thanos’ grip, but it was a futile effort. The alien was just too powerful.

“No,” [Y/N] whispered, crumpling to the ground. “Why?!” She hated seeing this. She hated not being able to do anything. She hated being so useless. So why? Why did she have to witness this? What was the end goal? “Why are you making me watch this?!”

But as she expected, no one would answer her.

“You,” Loki strained to be heard as his throat was slowly being crushed, “will never be…” He struggled to finish, the veins on his head visible as life was gradually being choked out of him. “...a god.”

Midgardian, she heard him whisper silently in her head, a voice that was so weak and quiet yet still having that signature sly tone of his.

“Alien,” [Y/N] murmured back, her voice breaking slightly as she stared at Loki’s struggling figure.

Though it was very faint, she heard him chuckle. It was a tickling sensation that brushed across her mind, but she wasn’t granted enough time to even register it.

There was a soft crack, and then everything seemed to spiral out of control. [Y/N]’s body was thrown off the ship and was propelled through space at a sickening speed. She barreled towards her limp body, slamming into it and then suddenly wheezed as she jolted up on her bed.

Sweat covered her body as tears streamed down her face. She gasped for air, as if she was the one being choked by Thanos, and stumbled down onto the floor. Though she felt weak all over, she managed to stagger into the bathroom and heaved up everything within her stomach, her head just above the toilet bowl.

It took her a few minutes to gather her thoughts.

The cool bathroom tiles felt nice against her skin and she flushed before finally getting up. Washing off the bile that coated her lips, not even bothering to wipe off the excess water, she wandered back to her bed. Looking around the quiet room, alone in the sunlight streaming in through all the windows, she noticed that the whole place was a mess. All those times she had tried to use her abilities to help must have affected the surroundings here and not where Thor and Loki were… Everything was in a chaotic display, but still silent. Well, except for the sobbing that had escaped her.

Unable to do much else, she hugged her knees to her chest and cried. She desperately wanted this all to be a dream. She wanted someone to tell her that it was all just a nightmare, to have Loki just materialize out of nowhere and laugh at the sick joke he had just played. But he did not appear. And she knew that it was all real.

[Y/N] wished she could continue to bawl and tire herself out so that sleep could erase these memories. To let all these bottled up emotions out and forget the whole thing, but… This wasn’t the time to cry. Thanos had told his “children” to go retrieve the other two stones on Earth.

They were coming.

Wiping away her tears, she bolted off the bed and hurried to dress up, throwing on whatever clothes she had lying around, and ran out the apartment door. There wasn’t even time to close or lock it, as she continued to race out into the open streets of New York. She wasn’t even sure she would return there, knowing the battle that was coming ahead, but she couldn’t allow herself to think too hard on it.

[Y/N] now knew why Loki had made her watch that whole event. He had known he would die and that Thor would be left alone. Hulk was sent somewhere by that golden-eyed man but she didn’t know where. All she knew was that Thanos was heading towards Earth. She had to warn the Avengers, both ex-members and current ones, but how?

Reaching for the phone she usually kept in her pocket, her heart sank when there was no familiar bulk there.

“Shit,” she cursed as she continued charging down the street, not turning back for the forgotten phone.

Tony has a way to reach Steve, [Y/N] thought to herself, He needs to know this too so I’ll just have to find him!

Suddenly, a familiar, sparking circle opened up right in front of her. This time it wasn’t like a wormhole but a link to another place on Earth. She could see people on the other side, some moving out of the way, but she was unable to stop at this point. Bracing herself, she ran straight into the portal and crashed into someone. She didn’t even have time to activate her powers and faced the full tackle head-on. The two groaned in pain, landing on top of one another after the collision.

“A little warning next time,” [Y/N] grumbled, rubbing her sore head.

God, I really hate magic.

“[Y/N]?”

The voice that called out her name wasn’t the one she was expecting. She looked down at the person she had toppled onto and was in for another surprise.

“Bruce?!”

Author’s Note: @e7here4l while going back to my previous posts to remember exactly what [Y/N]’s journey was, I noticed that I never tagged you even though I said that I would. I’m really, really sorry that it took so long to tag you and I hope you will still take time to enjoy my work!

[PART 12]

Tags: @themeanestlittlewitch @stressedandbandobessed7771 @moistpotatobear @fxckingfat @e7here4l

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cuzloki · 4 years

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Training Day

Thor x Avenger Reader

Warning: smut 18+,Language

A/n: requested by @gbadwal

Y/N woke up one morning, stretching her arm out to the right side of the bed to find a cold, empty mattress. Y/n opened her eyes upon realizing Thor wasn't there. Y/n sat up and looked around their shared bedroom to find a note on her night stand that read "Good Morning, my lady! The captain wants us down in the gym for training at 8. I went for a quick jog. I'll meet you there :)" y/N laughed at his cute smiley face doodle at look at the clock. Shit it's 7:45! Y/N jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. Quickly doing her morning routine (brush my teeth, deodorant, etc) and throwing her hair into 2 braids, one on either said of her head. She ran over to her dresser and pull out a black sports bra and black work out shorts. Y/n quickly change out of her pj's, well actually just one of Thor's t-shirts that fit right over her ass. All dressed for the gym she lace up her sneakers and jog to the kitchen. I grab a water bottle and a granola bar. Breakfast will have to wait. Y/n ran to the elevator and pushed the 3 and off it went down to the gym. The doors open and she look down at my watch and it was 5 minutes of 8. Shit I got ready and down here fast, she thought to herself. She turned the corner entering the gym to see Steve and Bucky sparing with each other. "Good Morning boys!" she greeted as she entered the gym and placed her water down "y/N! Perfect timing! I was just teaching Steve here how to do a proper take down. Care to demonstrate?" Bucky wiggled his eye brows at her. "I get to take you down!? Who could pass that up!“ She exclaimed as she took her spot on the mat." No powers tho, y/N! I'm still tramatized from last time when you teleported me to the fucking roof to get out of training." they both giggle at the memory." No magic, Buck. I promise!"

Y/N took a fighting stance on the mat as Bucky explained to Steve the type of take down they were about to demonstrate. Bucky turns to her on the mat and waves her on. She rushed at him and he ducked down out of your way. She grabbed him around both arms before she could hit the ground. She used the momentum from her leap at him to flip him over, leaving him flat on the ground and you standing over his stomach. " and that's how it's done Cap!" she exclaims as she looks down at Bucky, still trying to catch his breathe. "You know I could get use to you being on top of me." Bucky flirted as you reached your hand down to help him up. Before she could respond. A large pair of arms engulfed her torso. She immediately relaxed into his warm arms know exactly who was holding her. Her Thor." Sorry Sargent, but she's already got someone she likes to be on top of." Thor retorted as y/n hugged around his bicep. He leaned his head into the crock of her neck, leaving a kiss just under her ear as he whispered " not even in his dreams" earning a giggle from y/N. Y/N then noticed the pale face of Bucky, who hadn't known Thor was around. "Thor. I was just.. I was showing... I didn't..." Bucky stumbled over his words. Was he intimidated by Thor!? Oh this could be fun. Y/N wiggled out of Thor's arms and walked over to Bucky, shaking her ass as she walked knowing full well Thor was watching her closely. " come on Buck. Round 2?" she grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the mat. They both stood in a defensive pose. Bucky was the first to move but she grabbed his arm and flipped him over your shoulder. He landed on his feet behind her and swept her legs out from under her. Bucky would never let y/N hit the floor so he caught her before she could wack her head off the floor. Bucky held her bridal style in his arms and her hands instinctively went to his chest. Once she realized she was in Bucky's arms, she looked over at Thor. He had a tight t-shirt on along with a pair of gym shorts. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stared daggers at Bucky.

Thor reached them in 2 steps due to his long legs and grabbed her from Bucky's arms. "Sorry soldiers but training is over." Thor yelled over his shoulder as he carried her to the elevator and pressed the 8 button where their shared room was. "you know flipping Bucky on his as was funny until I noticed the look in his eyes looking up at you" Thor grumbled still holding onto her. "Is someone jealous!?" y/N mocks him with a hand of shock over her mouth. The elevator dinged as they reached their floor of the Avenger tower. Thor carried her straight to the bedroom in record time and threw her on the bed. "I'm the only one who gets to look up at your gorgeous body as you hover over me." Thor growled as he crawled on top of her. Thor left sloppy kisses from her collar bone up her neck. Finally crashing his lips into hers. She ran her fingers through his short golden locks as the kiss turned into a full out makeout session. She used magic to flip them over so she was on top of Thor. "I'm yours and only yours, Odinson." she cooed as she traced his abs through his t-shirt. She poofed his shirt off and started to sloppily kis down his chest and abs. She sat up on his abs straddling him. She leaned forward a placed a kiss onto his lips. Only to notice his eyes wondering. His hands reached up and grabbed her breast. "I fucking love your work out clothes, sweetheart but if Barnes was seeing the cleavage that I'm seeing, he's a dead man. Thor leaned forward and pulled the sports bra up over her head, leaving her breasts exposed. Thor immediately started kissing down her chest and swirling his tounge around her nipples. Y/N threw her head back in delight as her nails dug into Thor's shoulders. Thor trailed up your neck, finding the perfect spot on your neck. A spot you couldn't hide. He began sucking and biting at the spot, leaving a purple bruise. "Now they will all know you're mine and only mine." Thor smiled as he flipped y/n over so he was on top again. He moved down her body biting at the waist band of her work out shorts. Y/n snapped her fingers, leaving them both naked tangled up together in bed." Thor, I'm yours" she cooed and layed flat on the bed with her hands above her head, looking up at him. Thor leaned forward and kissed her lip with force. While they were kissing, y/N grabbed Thor's cock in her hand and began stroking him, earning a moan from Thor that was muffled by their connected lips. His cock grew hard and harder as she stroked him. She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around Thor's neck "I need you, Thor. I need you inside me." she practically begs. He lines up his thick length with her dripping entrance and slowly began thrusting into her. Thor used one arm to hold himself up over her and used the other to circle her clit. They were both moaning messes." You feel so good wrapped around me, my love" Thor cooed into her ear. Those words made her buck her hips up to meet his. Her nails digging into his shoulders. She began to feel the familiar coil in her stomach "Baby I'm close!" she moaned at the asgardian.Thor lifted one of her legs over his shoulder to hit just the right spot. " Me too love. Let it go my love" Thor grunted as he pumped into her. The new position adding a new level of pleasure. It didn't take long at all before y/n's walls clenched around Thor's cock and they both released and rode out their highs together. Y/N was laying in front of Thor, being the little spoon as they cuddled up. Both of them still caked in sweat. "Maybe I should spar with the boys more often." Y/N teased as she snuggled into Thor's arms, giving in to her heavy eye lids.

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years

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My God of Mischief

Loki several chapter fan fiction.

Rated: Mature

Background: Loki is left behind leaving Blake, Bruce, Thor, and Valkyrie to make their way off Sakaar and threw the Devil’s Anus

(If you read part 23 before 5/11/20 you might want to go back and reread that one first before moving on. I made a big booboo and had to completely redo that chapter.)

Part Twenty-Four

I came to with someone shaking me. I cracked my eyes open to see Bruce kneeling in front of me. A look of worry plastered on his face.

"You okay?" He asked me.

I nodded not sure if I could actually form words at the moment. Bruce unstrapped me from my seat then helped me to my feet. The sight outside the window was like nothing I'd ever seen. This must be Asgard. I was literally at a place of legend. I stepped up behind Thor's seat as Bruce stood behind Valkyrie.

"I never thought I'd be back here." Valkyrie said as she watched out the window.

"I thought it'd be a lot nicer. I mean not that it's not nice it's just, it's on fire." Bruce said quickly.

Something in front of Valkyrie started beeping causing us all to look down. She pressed a button then a small hologram popped up.

"Here, up in the mountains. Heat signatures. People clustered together. She's coming for them." Valkyrie informed us.

You can drop me off at the palace. I'll lure her away." Thor told her.

"And get yourself killed?" She asked in disbelief.

"The people trapped down there are all that matters. While I'm dealing with Hela I need you three to help get them off Asgard." Thor commanded.

Bruce leaned forward to get closer to Thor.

"How the hell are we suppose to do that?" He asked the god.

Thor chuckled.

"I have a man on the ground." Thor said simply.

Bruce and I took the seats over as Thor and Valkyrie worked on getting the plan in motion. A loud bang behind me had me turning around to see a massive gun laying at Valkyrie's feet.

"Here, now the ship has a gun." I heard Thor say from behind me.

"You sure about this?" I asked Bruce quietly.

He shrugged but smiled at me. I wanted to help Thor but I didn't have any special abilities like they did. I was just a normal mundane human caught in the middle of this mess. Oh how I wished I was back home safe with Dr. Strange.

We took off away from the palace to get to the Asgardian people. I glanced behind me to see Valkyrie now in some white outfit. It suited her and made her look a lot more badass. She worked quickly on setting the gun up. My heart pounded in my chest. I did not want to die. We made it over to the mountains to find absolutely no one.

"They must have evacuated at the last second." Valkyrie said.

"Where would they go?" I asked.

"Probably to the bridge." Valkyrie answered.

Bruce was quick to turn the ship around. As we neared the bridge we could see a large group of people stopped. Something big and black was at the end of the bridge facing them.

"What the hell is that?" I asked squinting my eyes.

"Hela's mut" Valkyrie said as she readied the fun to fire.

Bruce brought us closer. He kept the ship at an angle that Valkyrie could fire the gun. That big black thing was a wolf. A huge terrifying wolf. It started running as Valkyrie rained down bullets. I looked down to see the wolf unfazed by the bullets spraying it. Valkyrie groaned as she stepped back from the gun.

"This stupid dog won't die!" She shouted.

I heard Bruce sigh. He hit a button in front of him then stood from his seat.

"Everything is going to be alright now. I got this. You wanted to know who I am." Bruce said as he walked over to Valkyrie.

I jumped from my seat quickly running over to my brother.

"Bruce no! We don't know what will happen if you do this." I spoke frantically.

Bruce smiled down at me then kissed the top of my head.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Valkyrie asked.

"You'll see" Bruce said then squeezed my shoulder.

I covered my mouth to stop from screaming as Bruce jumped from the ship. A scream did come out of me as I watched him hit the bridge hard. His body lay unmoving. The wolf touched him with his paw then quickly stepped over him. Tears burned my eyes until I saw a familiar green. He did it! He had turned into hulk and grabbed the wolf's tail pulling it back from the Asgardians. He sling the wolf backwards then roared.

"Holy shit" Valkyrie said quietly.

"You knew about that?" She asked pointing down at the Hulk.

I nodded.

"Take the controls I'll need to get down there and help." Valkyrie told me.

"What? I don't know how to work this thing." I said in a panic.

"Figure it out" she said gesturing for me to go on.

I sighed then took the seat Bruce had been sitting in. I took a deep breath then grabbed the controls. The ship instantly jerked. I'm gonna kill us all. This is not good.

"Get it on the bridge!" Valkyrie shouted.

I turned the handle causing the ship to tilt up on it's side. It flew in a tight circle then crashed hard on the bridge.

"Stay here!" Valkyrie shouted then jumped out.

I turned to watch her as I accidentally hit a button. I heard the fireworks going off as the music tried to play but it only skipped then died out. I huffed then leaned back in the seat. As long as I stayed right here I should be safe.

I sat up in my seat as I heard a loud rumbling noise. It sounded like an engine. I got up from my seat then ran over to the open door Valkyrie had jumped out of.

"Your savior is here!" I heard the familiar voice shout.

A huge dark blue ship was slowly next to the bridge. A figure was walking down the extending walkway off of it. Is that Loki? It can't be him. A bright flash of lightning over the palace drew my eyes from the new comer. What the hell is happening? The fighting continued in the distance as I shrank back into the ship. I sat on the floor with my back against the wall. Everything is going to be fine. It's going to be okay. I jumped at the sound of someone jumping into the ship with me. I shot to my feet only to see the god of mischief standing before me.

"What the hell?" I questioned harshly.

"No time to explain sit down and strap in." He said quickly as he ran to sit in front of the controls.

I quickly took the seat next to him then strapped myself in.

"This is madness." He whispered.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

"Remember that Ragnorok thing my brother talked about stopping?" He asked as he lifted the ship into the air.

"Yea" I nodded.

"I'm about to cause it." He said simply.

"Excuse me?" I shouted in disbelief.

He couldn't be serious.

"Why did you come here?" I asked suddenly.

Loki glanced at me then back on the window. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment then sighed.

"Because this ridiculously beautiful, stubborn, goddess of a woman said some pretty accurate things to me. I wasn't going to but then Thor left me behind and I felt like the smallest piece of shit in that moment. I remembered the look on your face and I couldn't have that be the last time we spoke or saw each other." He explained quietly as he flew around the palace.

My heart lifted at his words. Was he serious? He came back here because of me? He helped save these people because of me? It was like a light bulb went off in my head. Odin has been right. My heart or love for Loki had been what brought him here to help save Asgard.

The ship lowered to the ground. Loki pressed a button then stood up.

"Stay here I'll be back in just a few minutes." He explained.

I nodded then watched him run off the ship, across the landing, then inside the palace. He was right when he said it would be just a few minutes. He was back in what felt like no time.

As he lifted us back into the air a loud crash had me craning my neck to look out the window.

"What the hell is that?" I asked in a completely panic.

The firey being rose up bigger than a mountain. Loki made the space ship swerve from side to side to miss the creatures hands and falling debris. Asgard was going to be ruined. Ahead of us I could see the bigger ship drifting away from the rainbow bridge.

"They're leaving" I said pointing at the moving ship.

"Indeed" Loki said then turned to miss more falling debris.

The smaller ship we were on was faster than the bigger one. It wasn't long when we were hovering right above it. Loki watched below as he carefully lowered the smaller ship onto the top of the bigger one.

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oliverwxod · 5 years

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Fade (Thor Odinson)

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: depressed Thor, swearing, smut

Summary: Set after Infinity war where Thor goes into a deep depression and Y/n tries to be there for him in the way he wants.

The thunder crashed outside, booming over the whole of New York, adding to the already dark and mystified atmosphere that the snap had brought. Lightening struck twice within the same second, a white and purple hue reflecting off the clouds, bouncing across the sky.

“fuck... Thor” the sound of Thor’s name left her lips in a gasp as the God of thunder thrust his hips up against her, a grunt leaving his mouth as he picked up the speed.

This... this thing he had going on with Y/n was the only thing that made him feel anything anymore. He had lost everything. His Mother, his Father, Loki, his best friend, Jane... anyone he had ever cared about he had lost. The people he had left, well, Thanos made them disappear into a gust of ash and dust, leaving behind a miserable world that would never be the same.

“Fuck” he groaned, pulling her down further against him, her chest pressed flush to his as he looked up at her, his hands grabbing onto the skin of her thighs.

Anger consumed him sometimes. If he wasn’t feeling anything, it would creep up on him in bursts, frustration and irritability at himself more than others. Just yesterday they had found some hope that lead them straight to Thanos himself.

But it was too late, they had been too late. Thanos had destroyed the stones and Thor went for the head in a fit of rage and upset. He had killed him and now they had no way of getting their friends back.

Once again he felt as if he had fucked up.

“Thor - I’m gonna-”

“I know” he spoke through gritted teeth. He flipped positions, easily manhandling her as he pushed her off of him, her back hitting the bed as he followed, pounding into her from above, the headboard hitting into the wall repeatedly as she gripped the sheets tightly between her hands.

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It had been 5 years since the snap. Just under 5 years since Thor killed Thanos and just under 5 years since Thor had left the Avengers compound for good, fleeing to the New Asgardians homeland on earth.

Y/n was the only one who made the trip to see him as much as she could which was barely once a month. it had taken her a while to forgive him for walking out on them all. Especially walking out on her that night as she accidentally fell asleep beside him.

New Asgard was nice. It was a quaint fishing town, quiet and peaceful, a new life that had been built for many of Thor’s people.

She remembered the first time she went to visit, surprising Thor who looked overjoyed to see her, but she knew It was only because he was drunk. She had stayed the night, Thor fucking her harder than he ever had, taking out his frustrations and anger out on her and trying to convey how much he had missed her.

He wouldn’t ever say the words though. He let his body speak through rough touches and broken moans of her name.

He got used to seeing her once every couple months, enjoying the release he got and the momentary distraction from his depressive thoughts that often consumed him. Thor hated to admit it, but the visits from Y/n really cheered him up and he dreaded when she left. But he really didn’t want to rely on her, he didn’t want to rely on anyone on this new world.

“You should come back” y/n had asked the last time she was there.

Thor was laying beside her, his chest bare and gleaming with sweat, highlighted by the moonlight streaming through the open window. He stared at the wall, letting out a chuckle at her words and shaking his head as if she had told a funny joke.

“Why?” He questioned, giving her his attention now, a look of humour behind his expression.

“Because...” she spoke hesitating, knowing the reason why but not wanting him to know it.

“Because it doesn’t feel right when you’re not there” she said quietly. Y/n sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover her from his intense gaze.

“That place has never been my home. I will never feel at home again. Here... this place... is the closest I feel to it. Nothing, or no one can make me go back there” he spoke seriously. His eyes narrowing at her as she stood up, gathering her clothes and pulling them on quickly as she kept glancing over to watch him.

She had to get out before she accidentally showed him how much his words really hurt her.

“I just thought if we all stuck together than-“

“I’m not going back there Y/n.” He said, anger lacing his words as his brows furrowed in irritation.

“we’re your friends Thor. We’re all worried about you, Nat, Steve, Bruce. We want to be there for you but we can’t when you’re here and we’re there.”

“Friends” He scoffed “we’re friends are we?”

“Yes. We’re friends- that's what you said we were when I asked you all those years ago” she spoke, glaring at him as she pulled her t-shirt over her head.

“Yeah, well we’ve come a long way since then sweetheart” he mumbled, sitting up against the headboard.

“You know - fuck you, fuck you and your stupid little games you’re playing. I get it you know! You’re not the only one whose lost someone, it doesn’t give you the excuse to fuck around with peoples feelings” she spoke harshly.

She spared him one last look before grabbing her jacket and leaving even though it was 1am and pitch black outside. As soon as she left New Asgard the rain started, the thunder following minutes later, roaring above her as she walked away. It was the start of a month long storm.

Y/n hadn’t been back since, for several months.

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“We need Thor” Natasha spoke, Y/n’s head shooting up from where she had been staring into nothingness.. “Y/n? You think you can get him to come back?”

“I’ve tried Nat. He won’t come back for me” she stated plainly, picking at the plastic on the water bottle in front of her.

“We can try” Rocket piped up from across the room, gesturing to himself and Bruce who was still stuck in hulk form.

“Good luck with that” y/n spoke rolling her eyes. She didn’t want to see him. Knowing that as soon as she did she would become weak again, the past few months spent getting over him would amount to nothing.

Thor came back with them and Y/n couldn’t admit to anyone how much it hurt.

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Thor was a mess to put it frankly. He sat in the corner watching everyone as they spoke, trying to locate the infinity stones and figure out who had encountered them.

“so wait- that means there were three stones in New York in the same year!” Natasha spoke, a grin stretching onto her face.

“So now we need to figure out whose going where. Thor? care to explain how you encountered the reality stone?” Steve spoke, everyone suddenly turning to look at him.

“What?” he asked, eye widening.

“uh- the reality stone” Rocket spoke.

“Oh, yes. Of course!” he spoke, standing up from his seat, the chair screeching across the floor and making everyone wince.

Y/n watched as he started speaking, going off on a tangent and getting lost in old stories.

“Oh and-” he turned to the screen, stood frozen as his eyes landed on a picture of Jane. Everyone knew the history between the two of them.

“Jane” he whispered softly. “Isn’t she beautiful? So very beautiful” Thor said.

“Okay big guy” Rocket stepped in, leading a tearful Thor back to his seat.

Y/n looked away, Steve catching her gaze with a pitiful smile. She hated it.

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Thor found her later on that night. Y/n was curled up in her room on the sofa, staring out at the compound grounds. He knocked gently before entering, Y/n completely ignoring him until he took a seat next to her.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, fidgeting slightly.

Y/n had never seen him so restless, taking the time to properly look at him and realising it was nervousness.

“Haven’t been able to for months” she admitted. “You?”

“The same.” he spoke before trailing off into silence. “I wanted to apologise to you-”

“Don’t bother” she said, her words careless as if she had given up, emotionally numb by this point of her life.

“No. I want to apologise to you. I fucked up- again- it’s all I do at the moment and I'm really sorry, I never intended to hurt you.” Thor said, taking her hand in one of his. Y/n gave in, leaning her body against his, warm and familiar.

“It’s alright. We all have different ways of coping.” she spoke.

“and to what I said before, about being friends or not being friends... I just want you to know that you are more than a friend to me, whatever that may be”

“You didn’t have to justify yourself to me Thor” she said softly.

“I wanted to. I wanted you to know just how much you really do mean to me”

“Why now?” Y/n spoke “Why are you telling me this the day before either one of us could die?”

“Because you need to know in case I do” he said. Y/n didn’t like when he said it, the actual possibility of loosing him or any of the Avengers - her family- made her feel sick to her stomach. She didn’t know how to respond, instead leaning further into Thors embrace, her Boyd shaking from the cold temperature of the room or fear, she couldn’t tell.

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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Trigger The Light (Ch.5)

Somehow over the next few days, Quill didn't get a moment alone with Scott. The closer they got done to finishing the larger tunnel, the harder they worked. Scott ended up applying the finishing touches to it so Tony could work on making suits fit for time travel, and so the thief worked into the early morning hours for the last couple of days before having to call it a night when he started nodding off when he was standing up. Usually around two or three in the morning, Scott would drag himself into their room and collapse onto his bed, falling asleep before he actually hit the pillow. Quill always feigned sleep when the younger entered because he didn't want to stress out Scott because of their interrupted moment a couple of days ago, but he always woke up when the door opened. It was frustrating not being able to get a second alone with Scott where they wouldn't be heard, but Quill knew that this heist they were going to try was more important than his crush. He couldn't even call it a budding romance since Scott did seem to be avoiding being alone with him. Quill was starting to wonder if he crossed a line on the ship.

But Scott had every opportunity to get away or tell Quill no. That kiss had been so close to happening that it still frustrated the pirate to no end. He didn't get much sleep because of it. But then the tunnel was finally completed and they were standing around as Tony and Nebula were double checking the new time suit that Scott was currently wearing. Since he was most familiar with the Quantum Realm, it made sense to have him do the test runs, but he looked like he was internally freaking out. Scott confirmed Quill's suspicions not even two minutes later.

"I can't do this." Scott breathes out.

"I'm game." The new voice has Quill turning and the rest looking up to find Clint leaning against the doorway. The archer looks up at Quill and raises an eyebrow. "Who the hell are you?"

"Peter Quill. Starlord. Guardian of the Galaxy...take your pick." Quill drawls.

Bruce shakes his head. "Everyone just calls him Quill."

Clint walks over to the pirate and pats his bicep with an impressed glance. "You're a big guy, aren't you? Almost as big as Thor. What's the difference between you two? An inch?"

"And a few pounds." Quill jests and Clint drops his hand.

Neither noticed the glare Scott was giving the archer, and when Clint finally turned to request the suit from the thief, the glare was gone. Scott removes the nanosuit after the push of a button sends the nanites back into a housing unit, and he hands it over to Clint before standing next to Quill. The pirate practically preened at the action, but outwardly he kept his poker face as Clint put on the suit. The fact that Scott willingly stood beside him was a good sign right?

"Let me ask you something..." Rhodey starts. "If we can do this...go back in time...why don't we just find baby Thanos you know and…?"

The colonel makes a few hand gestures that lead into a tying motion and Bruce points at him with a look of surprise.

"First of all, that's horrible."

"It's Thanos!" Rhodey defends.

"Secondly, time doesn't work that way! Changing the past doesn't change the future!"

Quill opens his mouth but Scott beats him to it. "Look. We go back and get the stones before Thanos gets them...Thanos doesn't have the stones. Problem solved!"

Both Rhodey and Quill point at Scott with a look to the scientist.

"Bingo." Clint says.

"That's not how it works." Nebula hisses out as she continues calibrating the suit.

"Well that's not what I heard." He mumbles.

"Who? Who told you that?" Bruce asks and Rhodey holds up his hand to count off examples.

"Star Trek...Terminator...Time Cop...Time After Time…"

"Quantum Leap." Scott throws in.

"...A Wrinkle In Time...Somewhere In Time…"

"Hot Tub Time Machine." Quill adds and Rhodey echoes him.

"Basically any movie that deals with time travel." The colonel argues.

"Die Hard--no that's not one." Scott says and then punches Quill in the ribs when the pirate snickers at the false example.

"I don't know why everyone believes that, but that isn't true. Think about it. If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future, and your former present becomes the past! Which can't now be changed by your new future!"

"Exactly." Nebula says.

Silence hangs in the air for a few moments as they process the new information and then Scott finally breaks it.

"So Back To The Future is a bunch of bullshit?" He whispers.

Quill couldn't help himself. He laughed again. Scott didn't hit him again, but a quick glance at the younger was enough to know that the thief was refraining himself. When Clint was ready to go, they all went out to the newly finished tunnel, and Scott makes a detour into the kitchen. Tony steps off the tunnel after giving it one more thorough check, and Clint takes his place as everyone positions themselves behind the control panel. As Bruce sends him into the Quantum realm, Scott comes back from the kitchen with his hands full of orange slices and Quill gives him a look of confusion.

"What's with the oranges?"

"Clint's going to want them."

He didn't bother questioning Scott further, but that was partially because Clint had come back with a shout from his test run. Natasha rushes up onto the platform to help Clint to his feet and check him over, and Tony and Scott follow. The archer nods at Nat's questions about his health, and then looks down at the baseball mitt in his hand before tossing it to Tony and confirming that the time travel worked. Tony smiles and has everyone make their way to the meeting room to start the next step of their plan, and Scott relinquishes the oranges in his hands to Clint. The man eats them gratefully and Quill follows everyone into a different room while Tony asks FRIDAY to order some lunch for everyone.

While they wait for lunch to arrive, they get settled around the room to talk about where each infinity stone can be found, Thor bring the first to give them information about the reality stone. Or at least attempt to. The picture of Jane Foster distracted him and made him emotional so Tony had to interfere and ask him to sit back down and calm down. Food arrived then, so once they got the Chinese passed around to everyone at the table (and giving Thor his requested Bloody Mary), they continued their talk.

"Alright Quill. You're the one who stole the Power Stone. What do we need to know?"

Rocket garners the pirate's attention after Quill hands the container of rice to Scott.

He knew he couldn't go get the stone himself, because despite time travel not being quite like the movies, they didn't want to risk having any of them being seen by their past selves. It would still likely cause problems.

"I stole it from Morag. It's inside a temple, locked by the way, and sits behind a force field that disintegrates anything it touches." Quill explains before taking a bite of an eggroll.

"How did you get it then?" Natasha asks.

Quill swallows before replying. "The stone is in a metal sphere. I used a really strong magnet."

"How about getting inside the temple itself?" Steve wonders.

"If you go while I'm there, I have a sort of lockpick in my bag. That will get you in."

With that information, and the year, they move on to another stone so Quill can focus more on the food in front of him...and the fact that Scott was swiping a pot sticker from his plate. Quill just rolls his eyes and allows it and reaches across the table to grab the container to get more, but then scowls when he finds it empty. He tosses the empty box at Scott who smiles sheepishly at him for the small theft and then grabs something else to fill his plate as Nebula continues on about the Soul Stone.

"...dominion of death at the very center of celestial existence. It's where Thanos murdered my sister." The woman explains, and a heavy silence fills the air when everyone stops eating to look up at her.

"Not it." Quill and Scott mutter simultaneously, high five each other, and then go back to eating.

Maybe their almost kiss had created this unspoken thing? Scott obviously had enough time to come to terms with what happened between them and was back to...well...they were back to their dance. Except it wasn't as tense. Scott knew what was going on, but Quill was still wondering what was going on in the younger's head. Did he just want to stay friends? Was he open to trying to take their relationship further? He had no idea, but it was still better than Scott avoiding him. He'd take friendship over nothing any day.

They all took the time to plan out how they were going to get the stones for the rest of the day and throughout the night, and then took the day after to rest. They had a plan, they had their teams, and now they were charging their batteries. Quill found himself in his room on the Milano, laying back on his bed, and tossing a ball up into the air and then catching it when it came back down. He repeated that over and over as he thought more about Scott's actions toward him, and he wondered why he didn't just go up to the younger man and ask. Quill wasn't known to just sit and wonder. He always came out and said what he needed to whether his brain to mouth filter worked or not.

Maybe this is what it meant for him to be serious about someone. It still blew his mind when he thought about the fact that he'd only known Scott for a few weeks, but there were people he knew for years that never made him feel this way. No butterflies, no urge to protect, no happiness from just seeing them smile...Quill was a sucker.

And he couldn't even argue with himself about it because he knew it was true.

"This is probably going to be a really stupid question--" Scott says from the doorway and Quill jumps.

He misses the ball and he groans when it falls down to hit his forehead, sits up, and he rubs at the protesting skin as he looks at Scott. "What the hell--how long have you been standing there?!"

"Not long." Scott admits and avoids Quill's gaze by looking at the floor. "Were you being serious?"

The pirate stops rubbing his forehead and drops his hand to look at Scott properly. He knew the younger was referring to a couple of days ago, and Quill decided it was now or never. This whole thing between him and Scott was distracting and he needed to know where things stood. So he swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up, slowly approaches Scott, and takes the risk of reaching down to gently grasp one of his hands.

Scott didn't pull away.

"Very serious...and not just about the flirting." Quill nearly purrs the words out and smiles when Scott looks up at him in surprise. "I want to try us...but if you don't want that and just want to stay friends, I can live with that. You were my best friend first and I don't want to lose that--"

"Quill." Scott interrupts and the pirate stops rambling to look into hazel eyes. "Just finish what you started."

That was all the permission Quill needed to lower his head and finally kiss Scott...and it was better than he imagined. Not only did Scott smell of mint and oranges, but he even tasted like it, and he was living for it. Quill slowly creeps forward and nudges Scott until his back hits the wall beside them, and the sound of a light gasp escaping the younger man goes straight to the pirate's cock. He groans as Scott's free hand slips under his shirt to graze against the abdominal muscles underneath, and pins the younger between himself and the wall before wedging his knee between Scott's legs.

A whimper slips from Scott's throat at the light pressure to his groin, and Quill plunges his tongue into his mouth. The citrusy mint flavor was even more potent on Scott's tongue and before Quill realized it, he was sucking on both tongue and lower lip with no regards to their need for air. He did eventually move from Scott's mouth to his neck, and the younger moaned when Quill started sucking a hickey onto it. The pirate pulls away with a quiet pop and gently glides his tongue across the dark bruise, pulling away with a smug grin when Scott shudders at the swipe.

"If I knew it was going to be like that...I would have come to you sooner." Scott breathes out and Quill chuckles.

"Yeah?" He gently rubs his knee against Scott's groin and the younger inhales sharply as he throws his head back and it connects with the wall with a dull thump.

"Did you leave a hickey?"

Quill smirks. "Maybe."

Scott pulls his hand out from under Quill's shirt and uses it pulls the man's head back down to his neck. "You better make sure."

"Whatever you want baby." Quill purrs into his ear.

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hee-hee-loki · 5 years

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Troubled Feelings

Clint’s daughter!Reader x Thor

Request!: @justmewoo Hello! C: So I have an idea about Thor x Reader. I was wondering if it could be about the reader being around twenty one and clint's older daughter who joined the avengers. So she has developed a big crush on him since she met him but didn't say anything because he's dating Jane. And clint just wouldnt approve or want any of them dating he's daughter. Not to mention that thor didn't show any signs of him having feelings for her. But just always looked at her as a kid until when shes invited to a friends party that she dresses super nice and sees her differently. But when him and Jane break up shes there consoling him and they end up kissing and saying how both have feelings for each other.

A/N: I really hope you enjoy the fic!

Ding!

You smiled up at your father, who had a proud look on his face.

Today was the day you would finally become an avenger, and you couldn’t be more excited! As the two of you walked out of the elevator, and onto the second floor, you were greeted with smiles from everyone in the room. You smiled back to all of them, Tony, Steve, Bruce, Natasha, and...Thor. Your eyes widened just a bit, when you saw him, and for a moment it felt like you forgot how to breath. It was only until Tony spoke up that you were pulled back into reality.

“Welcome to the team kiddo.” He said giving you a nod.

“Thank you Mr. Stark.” You said trying to keep your focus off Thor, which you were struggling to do.

Natasha then came up to you, giving you a hug, and you hugged her back happily. “I’m so excited that your joining the team. Ugh, you’ve grown up so much.” She said with a soft laugh, and you laughed as well. You knew Nat a little more than the other avengers since Clint had introduced to you to Nat a while back.

Steve and Bruce also came up greeting team, and after they come up, Thor walked over to you. You gulped, looking up at him, as he was a lot taller than you. He gave you a bright smile.

“Y/N! Your father has told me about you! I’m sure you will be a great addition to the team.” He said giving you a pat on the back.

“Urm- Thank you Thor!” You said, as a rosy blush spread across your cheeks. After the short greeting, Thor left her side, and went over to Tony and sparked up a conversation with him. You couldn’t help but stare at his as he left.

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Over first couple months as a avenger, you’ve gotten to make some more small talk with Thor. You’ve gotten to know a few things about him, most specifically that he had a girlfriend. When you learned out about this, it crushed you. But even if he wasn’t dating someone, you felt like he just saw you as Clint’s kid. Not as the fully grown woman that you actually were. Plus, you’re father would probably never approve of you dating a god.

So here you were laying in your bed at 1 in the morning, frustrated as you thought about this dumb big crush that you developed on Thor.

You felt your phone buzz on your bed, and you let out a soft huff, looking down at who could possibly be texting you at this hour, it was your friend, F/N. She was inviting you to go out and party with a few other of your friends tomorrow night. You thought about it for a moment. Hoping that maybe if you go out that maybe it’ll help you forget about Thor for a while. So you agreed. Guess it was time for you to pull out your most dazzling dress you had and grab some makeup, cause if you were going out tomorrow, you knew you wanted to look the best you could. But for now, you just wanted to get some sleep.

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“Perfect.”

You took the (f/c) dress out of your closet, laying it out onto your bed. As you quickly undressed yourself, you carefully made your way into the dress. Once you had it on, you turned to the mirror, and it showed how beautiful you look. You grinned, and excitedly went over to your dresser, which had your jewelry and make up on it. You picked out a stunning sliver necklace that your mother had given to you for your birthday. You put the necklace on with ease, and the started looking for the makeup.

You picked out a eye shadow that matched your dress, some mascara, eyeliner, and blush. Once you finished applying your make up, you put on a pair of sparkly silver heels, and made your way downstairs.

Tony had been in the living room with Clint and Natasha when you walked into the living room. They stopped their conversation and all of them looked over to you.

“Somebody seems like their gonna have a fun time tonight.” Tony said raising a brow with a grin on his face.

“I’m just going out with a few friends.” You said with a soft smile.

Just a moment later, Thor walked into the room, a bit taken aback by your appeared. He never saw you in something so mesmerizing before, and any thought of you being just a kid washed away in his mind.

“Y/N, if I may say, you look ravishing.” He told you, and your face quickly started to heat up. You couldn’t see it, but behind you Clint was giving Thor an ultimate death stare.

“Oh thank you Thor!” You said a bit flustered in the moment. If he didn’t see you as just a kid anymore, maybe you would actually stand a chance with him. But he was still with Jane...

Your phone let out a buzz, and you looked down at it. It was a text from F/N telling they were here to pick you up.

“Well I guess I’ll be back tonight.” You said giving a wave to everyone in the room, before you started walking towards the door.

“Have a good time!” Natasha called out.

“Not too much of a good time.” You heard your father your father quickly yelled out after Nat.

“Okay!” You yelled back, letting out a soft laugh. “Tonight is going to be a fun night.” You mumbled to reassure yourself as you left the building that you had been in, and saw your friends waving to you from the car window.

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“We definitely need to do this more often!” You heard someone from your friend group slur out. While everyone else cheered with ‘yeees!’ Most of your friends were drunk in at this point except you and and one of your other friends who was a designated driver. You weren’t completely sober, you had a couple of drinks throughout the night, but it was only enough to make a you tipsy. As everyone got back into the car, they started singing the most random songs, which made you laugh.

About ten minutes into the car ride home, the clouds up above become even darker, and thunder immediately struck down from the sky. You gulped. Usually that thunder could only mean one thing. Thor.

You anxiously waited to get back to the tower, as you wanted to know what was going on. When your friend pulled up in front of the building, you quickly thanked them and walking as fast as you could to the house.

It was around 11 at night, and mostly everyone was in their rooms by now. You carefully quicker off you heels trying not to be too loud. You went to the elevator, and decided to go to floor 5, which was where Thor’s room was located. You heard some sniffling coming from the room, which immediately concerned you.

You slowly walk closer to the door to Thor’s room, the door had been open a crack, and you saw you sitting down on the bed, his head in his hands. The sight made your heart break.

You softly knocked on the door. “Thor?” You said, and he quickly looked up, with the saddest expression you had ever seen.

“Y-Y/N, you shouldn’t have to see me like this-“ He said as he quickly got up from where he was sitting, you cut him off before he could finish speaking.

“Thor I promise you it’s fine,” You said before opening the door wider so you could take a step in. “What made you so upset.” You said with concern and confusion in your voice. Thor let out a small sigh and looked down.

“Jane and I, we broke up.” He said sniffling. You bit your lip for a moment, wanting to think of the right thing to say to him. You gently took his hand, and led him back over to the bed and sat down with him.

“Thor...breakups happen to everyone. I know it hurts really bad, I’ve experienced one before. But I promise you it gets better as you move on.” He looked at you, a glint if hope in his eyes. You gave him a soft smile a wiped a tear off his face. Thor couldn’t help but smile back at you. Your smile was contagious to him.

“Thank you Y/N.” He said to you taking both of your hand into his. You softly blushed, and glanced down at both of your hands and then back up at him. You had to tell him. You’ve been hiding your feelings for months, and at this moment you couldn’t hide them anymore.

“Thor, I don’t know if this is the greatest time to be telling you this, since you did just get out of a relationship, but I need you to know, that I like you, more than just a friendly way.” You spoke softly to him. The two of you sat quietly for a moment, he rubbed his thumb against his your hand as he took him your words. You felt an instant regret of everything you just told him, thinking that he didn’t like you like that, or that he was going to think you a kid again.

“If you don’t feel the same way that’s fine-“ You we’re suddenly cut off by his lips on yours. You were taken back for a moment before you kissed him back. It was a sweet and tender kiss and you absolutely loved it.

Soon, you both pulled back, looking into each other’s eyes with admiration for eachother.

“Y/N, I believe that I reciprocate those feelings. I would be delighted if you would take a chance with me.” He told you sweetly.

You nodded and let out a small giggle of happiness. Thor chuckled, leaning down

to capture your lips with another kiss for the night.

#thor #thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson #mcu #marvel fic #marvel imagine #god of thunder #clints daughter!reader x thor #marvel fan fiction

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fangirlinsweden · 5 years

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Promises 11

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt, fluff

Word Count: About 4800 words

Square Filled: Crying themselves to sleep for @star-spangled-bingo

Summary: Y/N always keeps her promises. Always. This time that hurts her.

A/N: This is my second fanfic series for the @star-spangled-bingo.

And I would like to thank @kaunis-sielu & @allaboutthebooz & @itsanerdlife for their help and support. These women are amazing writers, that you need to check out if you haven’t already.

THIS IS THE LAST PART

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10

Promises Masterlist

Steve looked at Y/N and his heart was breaking. She was so lost right now. Something she never been. As long as he had known her she had been a rock for everyone in the team, but now… It hurt him and he wished he could do anything to help her. Whatever she needed. Whatever she would ask for he would give her without a second thought. He knew her like the back of his hand and he knew that she was not dangerous. Yes, she had gotten a lot of new powers and her firepower had obviously been magnified. But deep down he knew he would never ever be afraid of her. Never in a million years. She was still the same person that she always been, just more powerful. With a heart of gold.

Her new ability with fire was amazing. He could not get over how she handled the flame like it was a boll, tossing it from one hand to the next. It was mesmerizing. She was mesmerizing. He could look at her all day if she let him. She was the love of his life and he knew it. All that was left was for her to know it, but first, he needed to give her time. To get a grip of her new powers and to process what had happened to her. He just wanted to be here for her. Make her see that he was the one for her and that he would always be by her side.

You looked at Steve. He had still not said a word and your heart was beating faster and faster. You felt so alone and lost. Did he really think you were dangerous now? You extinguished the fire in your hand and start thinking about leaving the room, but where would you go. This was your room. Steve takes a deep breath and meets your eyes.

“You are not dangerous, Y/N,” he says and walks over to you. He hesitates before he takes your hands in his, and the hesitation hurts you. A week ago he would not have hesitated. “You are still you.” You nod at this and take a step back.

“I need to shower before I meet up with Dr Cho and Bruce,” you say and look at your feet to avoid looking at Steve’s face. Scared of what you would have seen if you looked. Steve sighs.

“Don’t forget to eat some breakfast,” he says and leaves the room after saying goodbye. You sink down on your bed. There is an ache in your chest and it is hard to breathe. It feels like the room is shrinking.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you send help,” you get out. A moment later Bruce runs in the room. He sinks down in front of you putting his hands on the side of your face.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bruce says with an extra calm voice. “Look at me.” You look up at him. “Take a couple of deep breaths with me.” You do as he says and the blackness around your vision disappears. Nat walks into the room and see what is happening. She sits down next to you on the bed and strokes your back. After a couple of minutes, the ache in your chest had eased away and you give Bruce a big hug.

“What happened?” Nat wonders and you just shake your head. Bruce gives Nat a pointed look and she does not ask anything more, but it seemed like they were having a quiet conversation between themselves.

“I am going to take a shower,” you say and stand up. Bruce blushes and stands up from the floor. Nat smirks and gestures for Bruce to leave the room.

“I will get us some breakfast while you shower,” Nat says and leaves you alone in your room again. This you really showered and when you walked out in your bedroom again Nat sat on your bed with two cups of coffee and two bagels. She handed you a cup and you took a sip. It was Caffé Mocha.

“Mmm... You really do know me,” you said to Nat, who chuckled at you.

“So what happened last night?” Nat wonders and takes a sip of her coffee. You look at her.

“I mean, I saw Steve walk into your room yesterday with blankets and chocolate and I saw him leave this morning.” You look away from Nat.

“He kept me company,” you answer and Nat look you up and down.

“Just company?” Nat smirks and you feel yourself get stiff.

“Yes, we watched Doctor Who and fell asleep. Then this morning we talked.” You say trying to relax.

“About your relationship?” Nat smirks, but you shake your head. Her eyes go wide for just a second, but you see it.

“No, about everything that happened with Beth and my father,” you say and take a bit from your bagel. After this, you eat in silence. You could feel her eyes on you, but you try to ignore it.

“Let’s get this check-up over with,” you say with a flat voice when you have eaten your breakfast. Nat nods. You need something to look forward to. And just like that, you get an idea.

“How about we get Wanda and Pepper to join us tonight and we get stupid drunk,” you smile at Nat and rubbing your hands together. Nat lifts an eyebrow at you and it’s like you are hit by a truck when it occurs to you.

“No!” you scream right out. Can you even get drunk now? Steve and Bucky could not get drunk. Well, unless they drank Thor’s mead. But that shit was just nasty.

You door is open with a boom and Bucky runs in.

“What happened?” he wonders looking around the room. You are standing there feeling utterly devastated. You could not get drunk.

“She just realised she can’t get drunk with us anymore,” Nat smirks and Bucky started chuckling. You shoot them a killing glare and stalks out of the room. Muttering under your breath about being a fucking super soldier. You hear them laughing at you. Maybe you should do like Steve and break a couple of boxing bags. At least you still had chocolate. Chocolate always understood.

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It had been over a month since you became a Super Soldier. You trained with Bucky and Steve. Tony had built you a fireproof room so that you could train to control your powers again and explore what you could do now. You could still control fire, but on a larger scale. Bruce thought it was the serum that made it easier for you to control. Another side-effect had been that you now could produce smoke. You looked forward to try and use that as cover on a mission, but Steve would still not let you get out in the field. He said that he wanted you to get time to get to grips of what had really happened. This made you angry. You really wanted to go out and fight the bad guys.

You had nightmares of what had happened to you, but you were dealing with it the best you could. Or at least that was what you were telling you yourself. In fact it meant that you were doing everything you could to keep it from Steve, and that was hard. Maybe he knew, maybe not. You had no real idea, he had not said anything about it. Since the first night he had slept in your room after your Doctor Who marathon, it has become a kind of reoccurring thing. At least three nights a week Steve falls asleep in your bed watching Doctor Who. His excuse was that he was invested in the story now, but it felt like he was worried about you. The night Steve slept in your bed was the only nights you never woke up drenched in sweat from nightmares. Even though you started the night with a bit of distance between the two of you, in the end, you were cuddled together and you often woke up in Steve’s arms feeling safe. The nights Steve was away on missions, someone else stayed at you. Even if you almost always started the night alone, you got your nightmares and F.R.I.D.A.Y. sent someone to your room. Last night Clint had slept in your bed and the night before it had been Nat.

Steve was away on a mission with Bucky and they were not expected to be back in at least two more days. You sat in your bed missing Steve, it was hard to wake up in his arms and not kiss him every morning. It was hard being so close to him and not be close to him. Not close like in a relationship. He treated you like a friend and nothing more. It was frustrating.

You remember back to one week ago.

You woke up to a sleeping Steve snuggling close to you. All you wanted was to cuddle with him and sleep the day away, but to go back to sleep with Steve was a luxury you couldn’t afford. Not when your feelings for the man so strong love and all he was giving you was friendship. Yes, of course, you had felt how he was affected by laying close to you. Every night and morning you felt the hardness of him close to you, but you always told yourself that it was only a natural response for a hetero man to react to a woman body.

“Good morning, Doll,” Steve whisper, nuzzles in your neck and kiss you right under your ear. It made your insides melt and you went wet so fast. Then he leaves your bed. Friends, you need to tell yourself to stop from attacking him with kisses and pull him back into your bed. You talked some before he left your room.

And then in the afternoon, there was a knock on your door, you thought it was Steve, but when you open your door it was your father. He had been calling every day since you got him booted from your hospital room, but you had never answered. You had not been ready to talk to him and the only person that seemed to understand that was Bucky. Everyone else had been on you to talk to our father. To get his side of things, but you just could not. He had kept things from you. Even if it just had been suspicions, to know they had been able to help you. Maybe Tony and Bruce had been able to stop what had happened to you or at least made you more prepared. And now there he had been outside your door. Maybe I was time to talk to him.

“Y/N, just hear me out and then I will leave,” Frank says before you can open your mouth. You step back and let him in. You see Steve standing in the corridor with a big smile on his lips and you just know he set this up. Steve had meddled and you were not sure how to react to that. You close your door and walk into your room. You gesture for your father to sit down in your armchair.

“Don’t get mad at Steve,” Frank says. “He only wants to help.” You nod at this. Yes, Steve always wants to help.

“You have every right to be mad at me for not telling you about my suspicions about Beth,” Frank starts. He is spinning his watch, but looking right at you. “But you need to understand, Y/N, that when I thought this you were just a child. I did not want to confuse you about her actions or make you into a lab rat somewhere.” He paused and shifts in the chair. You nod at him to continue. “I wanted to spare you all of it and when your mother left, I thought that was it. I thought we would never ever see or hear from her again. I had no idea that she was Hydra. The reason that I did not tell you when you got older was that I did not want to make you feel like an experiment, you are my daughter and I love you. No matter what Beth has done to you.” He stops talking and looks at you. A whole lot of thoughts are rolling around in your head and all you can think about it who much you wished that Steve been in the room with you. His arms around you were what you needed right now, and maybe even to hear what he thought about your father's explanation

“I told Steve all of this when he came to visit me,” Frank says and stands up. He walks over to your window. Steve visited your father. “I think he wanted to get an explanation of my behaviour. To understand my side.”

“Steve is a good friend,” you state and your father turns to you. His brows are almost up in his hair, but you try not to read anything into it. “I just can’t understand how you kept this from me all these years, dad.” Frank nods.

“I should have told you,” he says. “But I was scared of what the information would do to you. I was scared that I would lose you. I mean, what father does not notice that his wife is experimenting on their child. For years.” Frank draws his hands over his face.

“Do you know what she did to me and why?” you ask and Frank shakes his head. So you tell him all that you know and all that you had become because of it.

“Oh, honey,” Frank whispers after you told him. You could see that he wanted to hug you so you walk over to him and hug him. He pulls you tight and holds on to you like you are his lifeline. You can feel him shaking. It takes a while for you to understand that he is crying. So you stand there holding on to each other, giving each other time. After that, you talk for a couple of hours. A real honest talk about everything, or not really everything. You don’t talk about your feelings for Steve, but almost everything else. In the end, you decide to try and work on your relationship and give it time. Time to heal and time to understand each other.

So Steve had more or less helped you come to terms with your father. Frank and you had talked on the phone two times since his visit and had decided to get together for a dinner next week. It was hard for you to know what to do with Steve. He acted like a friend and the fact that he hadn’t asked you out on a date again, made you feel like he must have lost all his feelings for you when it came out that you were experimented on and a Super Soldier. It hurt. It hurt so much that sometimes it felt like you were going to scream. You wanted to talk to Steve about it, but were afraid to ask him. Afraid of what he would say. Maybe he would say right out that he did not want to date a science experiment. The only good thing that had come out of your wondering was that you had excelled on controlling your powers and knowing all the new things that being a Super Soldier entitled. And because Steve still would not let you go on missions you had started to feel left out. Like you did not any longer fit in with the Avengers. Some of your teammates treated you like you were made out of glass, not Nat and Bucky. They gave you hell in training and you loved it. Steve was the worst when it came to treating you like glass. He wanted you to take time to get to grips with everything, and that was probably the reason why you never told him about your nightmares. He did not need more to fuel his fire about keeping you at home and away from missions. You wondered if he thought you would break or if you would snap at a mission and kill everyone?

You had thought about leaving the team and join the X-men, but this was your family, in thick and thin. They deserved more from you than you leaving them. With those thoughts, you left your room and walked out to the common room. You missed Steve, but Nat, Wanda and Pepper were around. Maybe you could do some retail therapy, so you could forget everything for a while. Now that you no longer could get stupid drunk.

When you entered the room Nat, Wanda and Sam stopped talking. It was obvious that they had been talking about you, and it hurt. What were they saying behind your back? Where they saying what you thought about yourself? That you were a freak? A monster? A Science Experiment.

“Hey, guys!” you greet them trying to stay positive. They greeted you but did not seem that happy to see you.

“What are you up to?” you ask. Wanda and Sam look away, but Nat looks at you and smiles.

“Just talking,” she answers easy. You nod.

“You were talking about me,” you say and by the look on your face you see that it is true.

“What where you saying?” you ask trying to keep your feelings in check.

“Y/N, please don’t,” Wanda begs you. Sam is looking away, looking guilty. You felt like you have been hit by a train.

Steve walks into the elevator with Bucky. Their mission went a lot faster than they had expected. Bucky looks at Steve and must have noted his big smile.

“Are you going to have a Doctor Who marathon tonight again with Y/N?” Bucky wonders and Steve’s smiles grow even bigger.

“If she wants,” he answers.

“When are you going to take her out on a real date?” Bucky wonders and Steve shrugs his shoulders.

“You should do it soon,” Bucky says giving Steve a small push. “You don’t want her to think that you have lost your interest in her.”

“She knows I am giving her space to deal with everything,” he answers and pulls a hand through his hair.

“Are you sure?” Bucky sighs. “Did you talk to her?”

“No, I did not talk to her, but of course, she knows,” he says starting to get a bit irritating. Y/N knew, didn’t she? He slept in her bed when he was home. He knew that she had felt how his body reacted to being close to her. She must know that she had his heart. That she was the one.

“I am not so sure of that,” Bucky gave Steve a push again. The elevator door dings and they walk out. “Talk to her.” Just when Bucky said that they heard Y/N obviously unhappy voice.

“Where you talking about how I am a freak,” Y/N yells out. Then there is a paused. “No, wait I am a monster. A monster constructed by Hydra with one purpose to kill.”

“Y/N, you were experimented on without your consent. You are not a freak or a monster!” Sam almost screams.

“My mother is a monster,” Y/N voice is a bit shaky.

“You are not your mother,” Sam’s voice is strong.

“If you really think that then why do you treat me like this?” Y/N sob out. Steve’s heart is breaking. What had happened. He hurries on his steps. Almost there.

“Like what?” Wanda asks with a shaky voice.

They sprint to the source of voices and stop in the doorway. The scene in front of Steve makes his heart ache. Tears are running down Y/N’s face as well as Wanda’s. Steve starts to go into the room and take you into his arms, but Bucky stops him with his arm. He shakes his head at him and Steve stand back. Sam’s eyes flick to Steve and Bucky in the doorway and he also gives a small shake of his head. Both his friends wanted him to stay out of this, but it was breaking his heart. What had happened?

You felt everything hit you. Your friends were talking behind your back. They were keeping secrets. Where they afraid of you?

“Where you talking about how I am a freak,” you yell out, then paused. “No, wait I am a monster. A monster constructed by Hydra with one purpose to kill.”

“Y/N, you were experimented on without your consent. You are not a freak or a monster!” Sam almost screams at you. He is looking you right in your eyes, but it was too late.

“My mother is a monster,” your voice is almost cracking, but you stand your ground.

“You are not your mother,” Sam’s voice is strong. He is staring you down. You swallow.

“If you really think that then why do you treat me like this?” You sob out. Your heart is breaking. Where you really a part of the team anymore?

“Like what?” Wanda asks looking unsure. Did they really not see it? You nod at her and she knows that you are giving her the access to your brain. You can see on her face that she sees everything. Wanda flints, whimpers and tears split out from her eyes. Sam puts a hand on her arm. He looks at you to explain.

“Like I am made of glass. Like I am going to break. You are all walking around like you are scared of you,” You whisper with tears running down your cheek.

“You got to be kidding me,” Nat snaps at you. She is looking at you and she is pissed.

“We are not afraid of you.” Sam states crossing his arms. Wanda nods.

“Then what is going on?” You wonder and look around at your friends. Wanda looks down on the floor.

“You have been through a lot of things over the last couple of weeks. Found out a lot about your life.” Sam tries to explain.

“So what, you are waiting for me to freak out and kill everyone?” You almost shout out. You are trying to understand what is happening.

“Y/N, stop this,” Nat says, standing and start going to you.

“No, look at me, I am a monster!” You yell out. You raise your hands and a flame flickers in your hand before you extinguish it directly.

“Y/N, if you are a monster, what does that make me?” Steve steps in front of you. Where had he come from? Bucky is standing behind him. They should be away on a mission. They were back? You see Tony and Bruce walking into the room as well.

“What do you mean Steve? You are Captain America, a hero,” you spit out. You take a couple of breaths, trying to calm down. “Not like me.”

“I let them do this to me,” Steve said making a gesture to his body. “I am a science experiment. And I signed up for it. I knew what I was doing.”

“Yes, but for good reasons, Steve,” you defend him, not really knowing you did so. You cross your arms. “You wanted to fight in the war and save people.”

“There were other ways I could have done that, without letting them do this to me.” Steve states looking over at Bucky, who nods at him.

“We need you, Steve. Everyone does. You saved the world. You are a hero, not a monster.” You continue defending him. Tony looks at Bruce and smirks.

“Y/N, you are not a monster or a freak,” Steve raises his voice. “Look at Bucky, is he a monster?”

“No, he was a prisoner of war, made to do horrible things that he would never have done without Hydra.” You say matter of fact. Bucky’s face is getting red.

“What makes you any different?” Bucky wonders at this. He clears his throat. “You did not ask for this. All of this was done to you before you were born when you were helpless. And then when you were a child, by the person that should always take care of you.” You look at him, and then you look at Steve. Your eyes search out Nat, Wanda, Sam, Tony and Bruce. Everyone is looking at you with hope in their eyes.

“Uh..” is all you can get out. You look down at your feet.

“You are not a monster, doll,” Bucky says and the rest of them agree. You look around the room at your friends.

“Then why aren’t I allowed to go on missions any longer?” you ask and everyone looks over at Steve. The man is standing completely still like he is frozen.

“Steve?” you look at him. “Why?” Steve still hasn’t said a word, he looks over to Tony who shakes his head.

“You think I am dangerous, don’t you?” you whisper out trying to keep from collapsing on the floor. “You are scared I will kill people instead of saving them.” Nat and Wanda are sending death stares at Steve and everyone else is looking at him angrily. You really did not need this. You turn away from Steve and starts walking away. Maybe it was a good idea to leave the Avengers and join the X-men. Charles and Logan would always welcome you back to them.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!” Steve screamed out. You and turned around to him. “Everything I do. Every time I fuck up. Is because I love you and don’t know what I should do. I never felt like this before.”

“You can’t be serious” you whispered and neither of you notice that the team leaves the room, even Tony. Bucky and Bruce had helped getting him out of the room. Sam had pointed at the cameras so Tony knew they could watch without being in the room.

“What did you think these last weeks have been about?” Steve looked pointed at you.

“I thought you wanted me back as a friend,” you admit with a whisper. He loved you?

“I am head over heels, madly in love with you,” Steve took a step against you. “I know I messed this up. I should have just asked you out on a date or actually talked and danced with you at the party.” You look at him not knowing what you should do. Part of you wanted to run into his arms and kiss him. The other part wanted to kick his ass for the shit he had pulled.

“You never tried to reschedule our date after we found my mother at the Hydra base. I took that as a sign you did saw things that made you stop wanting me” You admit, he was standing so close to you could feel the heat from his body and his breath on your face.

“I will never ever stop wanting you,” Steve says putting his hands on your hips. “I just wanted to give you time.”

“I don’t want time,” You say and look up in his eyes.

“How can you love someone like me?” You ask making a gesture to yourself.

“Easily.” Steve smiles. “Y/N, I have seen you at your best, but I have also seen you at your worst. And there is nothing that you can say or do that will make me stop loving you. You are the one for me. I promise you.“ In Steve’s eyes, you see everything that you ever wanted to see. The love and lust. The want.

“I love you, even when you are an idiot like now. What do you want?” Steve asks, smiling knowingly at you. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“I want you,” You smile up at him. His breath is on your lips and then he kisses you. A kiss that makes your toes curl and every doubt you ever had about his feelings disappear. All the love is in the kiss.

“I love you, Y/N,” Steve says as he breaks away to breathe. You smile at this.

“I love you too, Steve,” You say and kiss him again.

“Finally,” you hear Tony say over the speakers. Steve and you break apart.

“Shall we go somewhere we can be alone?” Steve asks you and you nod. He takes your hand and you quickly make your way to Steve’s room.

When you close the door behind you Steve takes you into his arms and kisses you. Your legs start to turn mushy. Steve takes a step back and looks at you with a loving gaze.

“I promise you that I will do my utmost to never fuck this up again,” Steve promise and you nod.

“I love you,” You smile at him.

“You know, I don’t think I will ever get tired at hearing you say that,” Steve says and he kisses you again. You feel happy and safe for the first time in months. And you knew that with Steve at your side you would get through whatever came your way.

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devilbat · 5 years

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Damn Mistletoe

Warning angst and mature activity

It all started under the damn mistletoe at Tony’s holiday parties. With a certain God of mischief. Someone you really didn’t get along with. But it happened and now you’re lying in bed not able to sleep. As you tried, all you could think about was his lips on yours. For someone who hate you, there was sure a hell of a lot of passion behind that kiss. It was driving you crazy. Wishing you could blame it on the alcohol but he couldn’t get drunk off of Midgard booze. And you hadn’t even walked in for 5 minutes; to get yourself a drink when it happened. Sure he was hot, he was a god for christ sakes, do they even have ugly ones? At least not the ones you’ve seen. Thor was good looking as well. But to you he was like a brother and Loki just drove you crazy. Most of the time if you both were in the same room you two were fighting or threatening the other.

You never even realize you were standing under that damn planet when loki had tapped you on the shoulder. You knew who it was, you were about to tell him. “Loki I hadn’t even had a drink yet, can we not.” But before you even said it. He lips were firmly pressed against yours. That kiss was not a quick one either. It was like his lips were made for yours. It had to be because he was a god, You’re sure all their lips were made for everyone. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip before he pulled away. Before you could ask him what the hell that was for he had vanished. Leaving you stunned, trying to regain composure.

Looking at the clock it was 3 in the morning. ‘Ugh.’ You groaned. That was it whether or not he was asleep you were going to get your answer. Flinging the covers off your body you didn’t even bother getting dressed. The t-shirt you wore was long enough to yell at the god in. You opened the door to your room. You bare feet hit the cool hallway floor, as you marched your happy ass down to Loki’s door. Not even bothering knock you thrusted the door open. Make loki head snapped over to where the hallway was now shining bright light into the dark room and your silhouette stood there arms crossed after shutting the door. Though you never thought that the god would be naked in his bed, no you figured he would be awake read fully clothed. Once he realized it was you, he just smirked.

“What brings you to my chambers pet.” He cooed as his hands want behind his head.

“What the hell was that for Loki.” You seethed. Your eyes trying to Focus in the dark room.

“You’ll have to be more clear love, I do not know what you are speaking of.” Loki shifted pulling himself off the bed. Knowing this was going to start some kind of fight.

“That kiss, at the party? Why?” You watched as he stood his full hight as he walked towards you. You noticed his lean shirtless torso. You eyes drifted down noticing a very, very naked god. “Why in hell are you not wearing any pants?” You attempted not to squeak out. As your eyes widened. Loki was fully awake and so was his cock. In fact his cock was probably more awake then Loki was, the way it stood at attention. Bobbing along against his lean stomach, with every step he took. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. You shifted so it wouldn’t look obvious that you were pinching your thighs closed. But obviously Loki notice. As you heard a deep dark chuckle come from him.

“Well first off this is my chamber, is it not. There for I see fit to do as I please in it, do I not. So if I like to sleep naked, then I shall.” Loki’s voice was low darker then you have ever heard it. “Now Pet if you wish to not see me in all my glory, then maybe a little things as yourself shouldn’t walk into a gods room, if they do not wish to see their king naked.” Loki paused. “Or perhaps she dose wish to see what pleasures I could Bering her, maybe you want to know what it’s like to bed a god. Though I should warn you I will break you for any other man that try’s to have you.”

You hadn’t realized that Loki had backed you up into the corner of his room. He was only inches away from you. How did you get yourself into this mess? You needed to think clearly. He didn’t have this power over you, he shouldn’t and yet here you were lost for words. Your hand found his chest as you pushed him away only to be pushed back. That when it all happened. His lips were on your and in a fit of just bing pissed off you smacked him, which caused him to kiss you again with a smirk only for you to try and smack him once more, only for it to fail when he caught you hand in his. You pushed at him again which ended you on your back, with him on top.

“Get off of me Loki.” You hissed struggle under the god. Only to feel his cock pressed against you. You swore it got big each time.

“Oh calm down Pet. Your the one that came into my room.” He chuckled. “Demanding me to tell you why I kissed you. Is that what is keeping you up at night? Or is it the thought of being over powered by me that keeps you moaning at night. Don’t think I don’t hear you at night. Pleasuring yourself. And what do you think of?” Your eyes widened for a moment. To his words. “What are you afraid of love? Hmm, is it that I might be to big for you. Is it that..” before loki finished you realize he had loosened his grip on you. Giving you the upper hand. As you flipped the god on his back now. Or it could be because he let you.

“I think your afraid you might fall for a Midgard. Or is it that I might be to tight for you and you might not last as long as you think.” You glared at the god. Feeling Loki’s length pressed against you folds.

“My, my pet. For someone who doesn’t want it, she is awfully wet and not wearing any undergarments. As for not lasting why don’t you find out.” He purred, as he thrusts his hip. You bit your lip as you felt the tip of his cock hit your entrance. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of a moan. You should get off of him. This really shouldn’t happen. But god, him between you legs. His hands found your hips. Pushing you down more. And you willing let him. Loki hissed as your walls squeeze around his length. You gasped. As you took him to the hilt of his cock. You both stayed still for a moment before he rolled his hip. You hands dug into his chest as you moved with him.

“That’s it Pet, enjoy what I’m offering you.” He chuckled. As his hands moved from you hips slowly lifting you shirt up and over you head. Giving him full view of your breasts. Loki hand went for the your perfect breasts, kneading them, pinch your nipples. Moaning softly at his touch. You picked up your pace. Bouncing on his cock. While he thrusted up it was all to much to take as your first orgasm hit. Moaning out his name. Soaking his cock with your arousal. “My pet Look how quickly you’ve cum for me.” Loki hissed. That’s it you thought you were going to play dirty. You went to get off of him. Which shocked the hell out of him.

“Where do you think you going?” He moved to his feet quickly.

“Oh I got what I wanted now I’m going to bed.” You teased. As you started to walk away only to be forcefully pushed against his wall.

“Oh if this is how you want to play pet then I will deny all your pleasure until I find my release. Then we will see if I’ll grant you, your own.” His hand pushed your thighs apart as he rammed his cock back into your dripping core. Fucking with force that turned you on even more. Your nails digging into wall. His name leaving your lips. You ass wiggle against him. He made good word on not giving you your release. As soon as he felt your walls clamp around his cock he quickly stopped pulling out of you. You whined. “I told you I would deny you.” He growled.

Flipping you to face him. He pulled you legs around his waist as he entered you again. His twitching cock buried deep inside you. As he found his own release, spilling himself deep inside you. Not stopping even after he spilled every last drop of his seed inside you. His lips found you hardened nipple sucking, biting hard. Thrusting in and out if you. His arousal dripping out of you. You felt a slender fingers pinch at your sensitive clit. You begged him for him to give you your own release.

“Now You May cum for me pet, cum for your king.” Loki growled. Sucking hard on the other nipple while his fingers flicked pinched and rubbed you clit, giving you that mind blowing orgasm. Your walls soon squeeze tightly around his cock again as you screamed out his name coming for him. Loki never breaking contact, carried you over to his bed laying you under the covers, he soon followed behind pulling you in to his chest.

“You still never told me why.” You panted out. Not sure what to say after that. You weren’t going to lie that was amazing. And wouldn’t mind going another round.

“If you haven’t figured it out by now then perhaps you’ll never know.” He mumbled as his kissed your forehead.

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escapingreality1992 · 5 years

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Secret Pen Pals Ch. 5

Keira’s POV

Thanksgiving showed up faster than expected. Meaning, I needed to pack for the trip to my parents’ house. It also meant I would live up to the promise to send a letter to Steve detailing my time spent with family. While packing, I made sure to pack the essentials like clothes, toiletries, and the like. In two separate bags, I made sure I packed the beginnings of Steve’s blanket, plus the writing items I needed to send him something. If anyone asked, I could pass it off as getting back into writing. Who knew? Perhaps I could work out something anyway.

Once I was packed, I hailed a cab to JFK airport, my flight being at 12:10 p.m. I’d arrive in Greensboro close to two and at my parents’ around 2:30 or 3 depending on the traffic with it being Thanksgiving. The thing about me is that I tend to get to some places early, arriving at the airport two and a half hours earlier than my flight. Most people did this anyways, preparing for delays in security and checking in luggage. Not too surprising, given that it was busy during the day itself.

It only gave me an excuse to sit down and read in my boarding gate. This time it was a book I needed to read for a book club I joined a few days ago. Unfortunately, this particular book bored me; I guess I could attempt to get it over with while sitting here. It would allow me to move onto the next Dresden Files book on the plane. As it happens, the goal was achieved and I wrote up a quick review about the book; Where the Crawdads Sing, one of the most hyped-up books this year. Not my favorite, a little slow, and a bit shocking at the end.

I guess I couldn’t figure out why everyone loved it, but then that’s their own opinion. I’m not going to condemn them just because I didn’t like it. It didn’t live up to my own standards, but I have always had weird tastes to begin with. It’s not like people can’t enjoy the book, but I didn’t really care for it and that’s okay.

Satisfied with the review, I shut down my laptop and put it away, tuning into the next book of interest. I didn’t get very far into it when they called us to board, a full flight; thank goodness I brought my earbuds to tune out the surrounding noise around me. I breathed a sigh of relaxation as the plane glided through the air, reading taking over any unnecessary thoughts roaming around in my mind. The only ones that sought out freedom from the story playing out before my eyes were the ones about Steve.

How would he celebrate the holiday? Would it be with friends or family? If we had met, would he travel with me? Meet my family? Would he invite me to spend it with his? A small smile tugged at my lips at those thoughts when they popped up, enjoying them and the scenarios that came with them. I imagined my parents and the rest of my family welcoming him with open arms.

Dad would probably grill him about his intentions and try to find out every little detail about him. Mom would talk his ear off, making subtle remarks about marriage. These scenarios prompted a giggle from my throat, silenced by the look I caught from the person sitting next to me. Wouldn’t it be lovely if Steve was by my side at this moment?

We landed and I waited for people to get off the plane to head to baggage claim. Before I booked the tickets, I had gotten Dad to agree to pick me up from the airport and planned on meeting him outside in the carpool lane of the PTI airport to return to their home.

“Hey, daddy. Happy Thanksgiving,” I greeted him, handing off my suitcase to be put in the trunk of the car. The other bags were put in there as well before he embraced me in a tight hug.

“Hi, honey. Welcome home. Everyone should be arriving at 3 for dinner. Did you have a nice flight?”

“Yeah, it was fine. Full, but fine,” I told him, getting in the passenger side and closing the door.

“It is Thanksgiving. It’s to be expected. Your mom is excited to see you and I imagine Newt will want to see you as well,”

“He’ll tackle me and then lick me to death. Still, I’ve missed the big furball,”

“Just a heads up, Keira. I’m sure your grandmas will want to know about what you’ve been up to. They’ll want to know about your love life, so expect a lot of questions,” Dad warned me.

“Wonderful. I can’t wait,” I grumbled, my happy mood now dampened. I was under the illusion that I’d get through the holidays without more people wanting to get involved in my life. It appeared everyone wanted nothing but to invade how I was getting on with it; if I was dating, where I was heading in my career, if they could offer any unwanted assistance. If only I could become invisible to avoid all the pestering.

“You’re staying until Monday, right?” Dad asked, getting off the subject of the impending interrogation I’d be receiving upon the arrival of other family members.

“That’s the plan. Unless I decide otherwise,” I answered. If things. If things went awry, I wanted to fly home immediately, avoiding the crushing drama, which happened each time our family got together. If things appeared normal, then I’d stay, enjoying the company of my parents. It’d all depend on everyone’s attitude and if they chose to piss me off, intentional or not.

“Alright. You’re in your old room. Not much has changed, except we repainted the walls this summer,” Dad stated.

“Thanks, Dad,” We pulled up to their two-story house and parked behind the second car they owned. He helped get my things out of the trunk to carry them inside; scraping claws sounded from the living room to the kitchen where we were entering, followed by a loud bark. A giant German Shepherd jumped on me, the force of his weight making me stumble back a little.

“Newtie! Hey, buddy. Who’s a good boy? Newt is. I’ve missed you Newtie,” I stated, pushing his front paws to the floor and petting him as he spun around in circles. He sat and the proceeded to lay down in the middle of the floor for me to rub his belly. I dropped to my knees to give him the attention he wanted before getting up to place my luggage in my room for the weekend. I unpacked and found my brush, running it through my long hair, getting the tangles out from it getting bunched up on the plane. A knock sounded at my door and I turned to face my mom.

“Welcome home. I trust you had a good flight,” she greeted me. I nodded and walked over to hug her.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” I told her.

“Others will be arriving soon. Come on down,” she said, letting go and exiting the room. I sighed and descended the steps, preparing myself for the dinner of possible drama. At least, I could count on Newt to keep me in a good mood.

Steve’s POV

Sounds of things being banged around roused me from sleep; a section of blonde hair falling in front of my eyes when I sat up. My first thought is someone was breaking in and I needed to go help resolve the situation. Not caring if I attacked them without a shirt on, I bolted from bed and sprinted downstairs, ready to spring into action.

Listening for where the noise was coming from, I follow it to the main dining room, trying my best to be stealthy. I peek around the corner to find Thor, Wanda, and Tony hanging Thanksgiving decorations. Standing straight from my crouched position, I walked in to address what is going on.

“Tony? Thor? Wanda? What are you guys doing?” I asked, confused as more decorations are put into place on the walls.

“Thanksgiving. I’ve invited a few people over to eat. It’ll be kind of a big family feast. Strange will be here as well as Wong, not to mention it’ll be good to have a break from things for a few days,” Tony stated, moving chairs down to make more room at the huge conference table we held meetings at.

“Thanksgiving. Right. I didn’t realize that was today. Do you need help with anything? I could grab supplies at the store. Maybe cook the turkey,” I said.

“You can go with Natasha for the food and help cook. We’ve got the decorations covered. I might suggest you put something on that isn’t sweatpants though,” he responded to my question. I nodded and returned to my room to change into a gray shirt, jeans, boots and my favorite leather jacket. I met Nat downstairs by the entrance.

“Ready to go?” I asked her, receiving a shake of her head.

“We’re waiting on Bucky. Don’t get mad, but I’ve invited him because I think you should tell him about…her,” She told me.

“Nat. I’m not sure I need to tell anyone else about Keira,” I argued.

“Steve, he’s your best friend. He should know. In case you need him to talk about her with. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to tell anyone else,”

“I’ve got you, don’t I?” At the quirk of one of her eyebrows, I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face.

“Alright, fine. I’ll tell him. Only him. I don’t want anyone else to know. Not until after we’ve met. Not until I know for sure,” I said. She smiled, patting me on the arm. A minute later, Bucky joined us, and we walked out to one of the SUVs in the garage. Natasha drove us to the store we normally shopped at, my heart hammering at the thought of telling someone else about the letters and Keira.

“Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell me you’ve been writing to a complete stranger? A woman named Keira. And you didn’t tell me?” Bucky said when I revealed the secret to him.

“Yeah. I tried to keep it secret until Natasha discovered one of the letters. Tony technically saw one first, but I grabbed it before he had a chance to ask any questions,” I answered. I carded a hand through my hair, a bit nervous about his next reaction. He pulled a couple of bottles of wine – both red and white – from the shelves and placed them in the shopping basket with the other supplies we acquired.

“Why?”

“Why keep it a secret? I don’t know. I-,”

“No, why didn’t you tell me? You know I don’t judge, and I don’t spill secrets. Why didn’t you say something?” Bucky asked, his expression turning to anger.

“I guess I wasn’t sure how long it would last. I didn’t expect to develop feelings. It just sort of happened. I feel connected to her in ways I never knew existed. This is nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Especially not with Peggy when we interacted,”

“How long? How long have you been writing to her?”

“A few months. Since September. It started as an event from a bookstore. No deadline, but I thought after the first letter, we might stop, get bored. Except her first letter drew me in and I found I didn’t want to stop corresponding to her.

The second letter made me realize I wanted more. After the third, I knew I needed more. The last one I sent to her, I knew I wanted to meet her,”

“A few…Steve, you should’ve said something. Especially, if you think you’re falling for this girl. Have you looked into her? Found out who she really is?” Bucky said, tossing in blocks of cheese when we approached the deli department.

“No, and I don’t want to. Something about her words makes me feel I can trust her. You can’t tell anyone. Please, Buck. I’ll tell them eventually. After I meet up with her, once I know for sure she’s the one I want. The letters are wonderful, but I’d like to see what happens when we actually meet face to face,” I replied. He raked a hand through his hair, taking in what I said, a sigh escaping his lips.

“I’m not saying anything to anyone, I promise. When will you see her?”

“After the holidays. I would like to start the new year right. Create new beginnings. See how things go. I’ve sent her this request. I have to wait to see her response. Of course, there’s the possibility that she won’t respond if she feels I’ve crossed a line,”

“What happens if you meet before the holidays are over? Will you be prepared for it? Will you be prepared if things don’t pan out the way you want them to?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about me. Everything will be okay, whether Keira and I connect more or not. Let’s just get through Thanksgiving,” I stated.

“If they don’t end up together, we can always set him up with someone else,” Natasha chimed in, throwing in packets of gravy. I managed to nod and chuckle at her comment, secretly hoping Keira and I would work out, so that didn’t happen.

We finished up shopping, returning to the compound to prepare the feast. Tony told us guests would be arriving around 5, leaving us plenty of time to get everything together and to change into nice attire – I changed into a dark blue, button up shirt, black trousers, and black leather loafers to complete my outfit – celebrating with our huge family.

Often, I found myself wandering to thoughts of Keira; how she was getting along with her own family, if she was thinking about me, how, if she were here, would she get along with my own version of family. I’d look at Natasha and Wanda with their arms around each other kissing or Tony and Pepper gazing at each other with adoration and wonder what Keira would feel like in my arms.

Even Strange had brought a date and the same pang of loneliness I felt at the benefit returned; I shoved it away taking in the happiness of the group around me. I was loved by many, my friends always being there for me. Bucky was even like a brother to me. It didn’t stop me from wanting to be loved by her, by Keira. I knew she had gone to North Carolina. Again, as I approached a window, peered out of it, glancing at the stars, I thought of her.

Meanwhile, in Greensboro

Keira’s POV

During one part of the night of Thanksgiving, I drifted over to one of the windows and peered up at the stars, lost in thought, already broken away from conversations with those who were there. Other members of the family showed up; first my mom’s mother who I called Mimi, then dad’s side – his brother Andrew, my aunt Kelsey, my cousin Callie and her son Jonathan, plus my dad’s mother – Grandma Luanna, all being on time to the feast.

As expected, everyone inquired into my life, asking about if I was seeing anyone and my career, which all in all wasn’t too bad. It appeared to die down when food was ready, and everyone sat down to eat. Still, I wanted to disappear, to write to the one person I wanted to talk to. The one person I wished was here. Later when everyone has cleared. When my parents have gone to bed, I thought. I knew if I left for too long, questions would be asked, secrets would be discovered.

Feeling the need of a brownie, I strode over to the counter and piled three of them on a plate and sat down at a table before Callie came over. Currently, as I nibbled on the brownies, a conversation was held between the two of us about New York.

“I wish I could’ve gone with you. It’d be nice to have my own place. Especially in New York,” she said.

“It’s not too bad. It’s prettier in Fall and Winter,” I said, taking another bite of the chocolate treat.

“So, you haven’t found anyone yet? To date, I mean?”

“Please, not this again,” I groaned.

“Why not? You’ve been up there for two years and no one’s asked you out? Not even any of the Avengers? Like Tony Stark?” she pressed.

“He’s engaged, Callie. It wouldn’t work even if he wasn’t. He seems nice, but he’s not really my type,”

“Stephen Strange?”

“I thought you didn’t like him because of his supposed arrogance. Alas, no, he hasn’t. I’m not really in his world though. He’s kind of hot, but I don’t usually date someone based on looks. Trust me, I’ve seen his pictures before and after the accident,”

“Thor? Captain America?”

“No and no. Callie, don’t worry. I’m okay.

“You don’t want a boyfriend? Aren’t you lonely?” she asked, the last question hitting home. Sure, I was a bit lonely, but I didn’t think any of the Avengers would be the right choice. Maybe Captain America, but I would like to get to know the man behind the mask and costume. Not that I knew his real name. I’d like with that anyone, really. I liked to get to know the people I dated before I dated them. I fell for personalities, not necessarily looks. I was a firm believer that someone could be good looking but could end up being a jerk.

Steve was one I really enjoyed finding out about, getting to know. He appeared to be warm and gentle; a captivating soul. Not to mention he made feel warm inside.

“Don’t tell me you’re interested in women. Is that why you dismissed the men I offered?” Callie asked, a look of disgust on her face.

“No. Of course not. I’m a little lonely, but I’m not in any rush to get married right now. When I meet the right one, I’ll be sure to tell you. By the way, there’s nothing wrong in liking women,” I told her, annoyed by her attitude. Callie scoffed and changed the subject before we joined everyone else. The celebration lasted a few more hours, going until around 8 when everyone went home, leaving my parents and me alone for the rest of the evening. We mainly watched movies, the cheesy kind in which everyone lived happily ever after. You know, like Hallmark movies.

Around midnight, my parents retired to bed while I crafted a new letter to Steve.

Steve’s POV

“Explain to me why you’re still single. You could have any woman you want and yet you haven’t found one single girl to date. To settle down with,” Tony stated, knocking me out of my thoughts.

“I don’t know Tony. I’m not rushing into anything. You know how I am. I like to be friends with people, or women, before I do anything,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I still think you would have found someone by now,”

“It’s not that easy. Plus, we’ve been busy these last couple of weeks, not to mention all of the years we’ve been fighting enemies,”

“I don’t think you’re trying hard enough. Maybe-,”

“Tony, leave him alone. He’ll settle down when he’s ready. It took you years before you found Pepper,” Natasha cut in. Tony surrendered and the subject was dropped. I mouthed a thank you to Nat and tuned into the funny stories everyone was sharing. The night started becoming late, coming up around 1 a.m. and soon Strange, his date, and Wong returned to the Sanctum.

One by one, people left to return to their rooms, giving me leave to go to mine. I picked up a book, deciding to read for another hour, but kept losing interest. My attention kept wandering to my desk where my notebook lay, a letter waiting to be crafted. It’s not that I was afraid to write another one, but after the last one I sent, I wasn’t sure if I should write one. What if Keira had decided I had crossed a line and wanted to cut off communication.

Write her, Steve. You can still be friends with her, I thought. Closing the book, I walked over to the desk, crafting a new one. I stuck to asking about how she celebrated Thanksgiving and wishing her a good one. I tried not to confess my feelings to her again, instead telling her about Bucky and Natasha, followed by some fears I had. I even wrote her a story with warmth, an imagined scenario I wanted to happen between us.

Four Days Later

Our routine hadn’t returned during the rest of the week, allowing us the freedom to do what we wanted. I still went out for runs, the cool air distracting me from waiting by the mailbox for another letter from Keira. I managed to stay out of the compound as some of the couples were being a little loud with their own activities.

Even Bucky and I hung out at coffee shops and movie theaters to get away from it all. In fact, I had ventured out to a coffee shop this afternoon to relax and read, returning in time with the mail truck, approaching the box after the mail man had left a stack of mail in it. Thumbing through the stack, I found the one I was looking for. I strode inside, leaving the rest on the coffee table. No one was home except for Bucky, leaving me to look at the contents of the letter without anyone being nosy.

I threw it down on the bed, pacing back and forth. What would be her answer? What did she think of me now? I picked up the letter immediately putting it back down, nerves encompassing every part of me. I ran a hand through my hair, squeezing the back of my neck as I stared at the envelope. Unable to bear the unread contents, I sat down in the middle of my bed, opening it with shaking fingers and pulling out the paper within. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I unfolded the letter and started reading.

Steve,

Believe me when I say you haven’t crossed any lines. Thank you for the confession. Truth be told, we’re on the same page. I believe I’m falling in love with you too. Your words have me made me feel like nothing I’ve ever felt with anyone before.

I can’t stop smiling every time I receive something from you. I feel more alive, more confident when I write to you. I feel I’m a lot braver when writing, the words flowing like water on these pages. I think it’s time we meet. See where this goes. I agree with your suggestion. Let’s meet after the holidays. Start fresh with a new year.

Start somewhere small. Maybe coffee or lunch. Or maybe a movie. Do you want to set a date and place to meet? Would you like me to? I can send over my schedule and you can send me yours to figure it out.

“She wants to meet. Keira said yes to meeting,” I stated out loud and in shock. A wave of happiness washed over me next, my lips stretching out in a huge grin. I’d have to get with Tony to figure out some sort of schedule and find out a good time to get together with her. I wanted lunch to spend as much time with her as possible. Maybe we could stretch it out into a dinner. I continued reading, interested in every word.

Perhaps, you’re also right. Maybe fate will have us meet earlier. Still, I think a plan should be made in case it doesn’t happen. I want to see you, to touch you, to feel your skin against mine. I imagine you’re warm and gentle. Your words alone have me thinking it. I have no doubt we’ll be happy when meeting. I believe we’ll get along great.

Yes, I watched the storm. I believe I said so in my last letter. My power went out and I resorted to candles when it was over. It’s funny and lovely that one storm brought a connection between us, drawing us in. It’s not only the letters, but nature must be telling us something. Maybe we’re meant to be.

I loved your list of favorites. For your next musical, once you’ve watched Rent, you should give Phantom of the Opera a try. The movie is beautiful. So is the show. I saw it live in Vegas a couple years back. Reduces me to tears every time. I’ve always loved the Phantom even though some of the choices he makes are awful. I’ve seen the Goonies. It’s fantastic. It took me a while to see it, though. I thought it was something different than it was. I…I’d like to have your arms around me. Especially, during the Winter.

Some country singers I think you might like are Lady Antebellum, Dan + Shay, Hunter Hayes and Kip Moore. They’re pretty good and have some softer songs I think you’ll enjoy.

As you can probably see from the address on the front of this envelope, I’m at my parents for Thanksgiving. Things weren’t as bad as I thought. Yes, they grilled me again, but at least it didn’t last the whole night. Of course, I’ve discovered I can’t drink a whole lot if I haven’t had that much food. I had a killer headache towards the end of the night, but I took Advil to make it go away. It gave me enough focus to write to you. I’m writing late at night, as when everyone left to go home from my parents’, we watched cheesy Hallmark movies until they went to bed.

This got a small laugh out of me. I imagined doing this with her next year, one arm draped over her shoulders, the other linking with her fingers. We’d be buried under one of her blankets, our bodies close.

Want to know something interesting? I found myself over at a window glancing up at the stars, thinking of you. I thought about what you were doing, how you were celebrating Thanksgiving. What it would be like to have you here with me.

Oh FYI, I’m here for four more days, so I may not get your letter until I get back to Brooklyn. It’ll be worth the wait, though I really want it much sooner. We need to meet, soon if possible. I miss you even though I haven’t seen you yet.

Until next time. Until we meet. Please write soon.

Waiting for you,

Keira

Tears welled up, a couple escaping down my cheeks. Clearly, we were more connected than we thought. Both of us were drawn to a window, both of us thinking of each other. A soft knock echoed at my door; I quickly wiped away the tears from my cheeks and blinked back the others that threatened to fall before I answered the door.

Behind it stood Bucky, who seemed to want to invite me somewhere. He took one look at my face and worry crossed his features.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Everything’s fine. Did you need something?”

“Danvers texted. She wanted to invite everyone out to drink and play darts at our usual bar. Want to come?”

“Sure. Let me grab my jacket and put shoes on,” I answered, turning back inside my room. I put up the letter and placed it in the box I had the others.

“Keira again? Did you get the answer you wanted, or did she reject you?” Bucky asked, once I got my jacket on and stuffed my feet in my shoes.

“I received the best answer one could get. She wants to meet. Turns out we’re more connected that I thought. Let’s go before everyone gets suspicious,” I told him.

“You’ve got it bad for this chick. I can only imagine what will happen when you finally meet her,” Bucky said. He was right. I had major feelings for Keira, and they would only grow stronger once we came in contact with each other.

Monday Night

Keira’s POV

I got back to New York around 8 p.m. and took a cab back to my apartment after picking up my luggage. I made a stop at my mailbox to pick up the missed envelopes and magazines I had gotten while away, taking the elevator to rummage through them.

My fingers landed on one special envelope, the address and name standing out. Steve. I smiled, eager to open it, waiting until I got into my apartment before I did so. I didn’t even make it to the bedroom before my fingers were under the edge of the envelope and pulling out the paper inside it. I sat down on the couch, pulling off my boots and began reading.

Keira,

It’s Thanksgiving. Something I forgot about until this morning. I almost attacked a few of my friends when they were setting up for the feast. You’d probably love them. Especially Wanda, who is a sweet girl. She’d love to watch movies with you, and she loves animals. Thor would wrap you into a bear hug because everyone says he’s a giant teddy bear.

Thor? He’s friends with an Avenger? I thought, recognizing the name right away and the next after.

Tony will talk your ear off about technology but he’s fun and intriguing. Anyway, a couple of us went to the store to pick up supplies to help out with the huge dinner. There’s a bunch of us attending the dinner and my friends are practically family since my real family passed away a while ago. Though, I wouldn’t trade this family for anything. I’d only introduce someone new to the group. I’d love to introduce you to this group.

Thanksgiving was enjoyable. We drank and ate a lot, having fun talking and hanging out. At one point, I went over to one of the giant windows we have here at home and looked out to the stars. My first thought was about you and where you were at that very moment. I knew you were in North Carolina of course, but I kept asking myself if you were at a window as well, staring up at the stars or if you were talking to someone you love.

I know I haven’t received your answer yet, but I still want to meet. I still want to see your gorgeous face. I’m being patient and I’ll gladly accept any answer you give even if…it’s a no or you don’t want to write anymore.

I’ll accept it even if it kills me, but it’s ultimately your choice. I only want your happiness, even if you might not want it with me. Based on your last letters, I feel that you want this, but I could be reading into it wrong.

Believe me, I want this. I want you, but you’ve sent this before you’ve gotten mt answer. You’ll be in for a surprise, I thought. I kept reading, soaking in his words.

I hope your Thanksgiving went well. No drama, no judgment. I hope you enjoyed your fill of turkey and dessert. As I sit here, I find I want to know what you’re thinking about. What you’re doing. Are you asleep? Are you wide awake? Are you writing to me or are you working on something original? Will you write me something you’re working on? Write me something that came from your imagination.

Send me something beautiful. Send me something romantic, though your words are just that. Send me something that speaks volumes of your soul. Something from your heart. Let me see it, let me feel it, let me hear your heart. Each beat, each color of your soul. Please?

You asked me to tell you about my oldest friend. His name is Bucky. Well, technically speaking, his full name is James Buchanan Barnes, but I’ve always called him Bucky. He’s my closest and we grew up in the same area. He’s the one that immigrated here. He’s originally from Romania in case you were wondering. Both of us grew up poor, but we got by when we could. We had our friendship too, which is nice. He was there when my parents died and has been by my side ever since.

He’s sweet and kind. He’s been through a lot though, but still has a kind soul. I feel like you two would get along great. You’re both gentle and loving. He’s the same one who made me get on the Cyclone at Coney Island and I threw up afterwards. He’ll most likely be the first person I’ll introduce you to after we meet…if we do meet. Bucky is the one I talk to most.

Apart from Natasha. She’s sweet too, but she’s got a fiery attitude. A good thing, a Natasha thing. She’s currently dating Wanda, a romance I don’t think anyone expected to happen. They’re happy together and that’s all that matters. In love, in fact. Their relationship blossomed extremely well.

I wonder if he’s friends with the same Natasha, I met a few weeks ago, I thought.

I don’t have a story to keep you warm at night. At least not something real. I can only give you a scenario involving us. I’ll try my best to give you something you can picture in your mind.

Close your eyes after reading this.

Imagine us in a cabin during the Winter months. It’s just us, no one else. It’s snowing. Not heavily, but it’s gentle, beautiful. Like you. Maybe it’s Christmas, maybe not. We’re sitting on a couch or bed, curled under a couple of your blankets. You’re pressed close to me. My arms are around you, your head is on my chest, my lips pressed into your soft hair as I kiss you there. Soft music is playing in the background, a fire crackling in the fireplace near us, surrounding the cabin in warmth as well as the blankets; as well as our bodies close together.

I lift your chin up to give you a kiss on the lips. It’s soft but lingers after a few moments. Even once we’ve pulled apart from it, your olive-green eyes gazing into my light blue ones. You snuggle closer, link your fingers with mine. We don’t even have a book. We’re reveling in each other’s company, enjoying the snow, the sound of the crackling fire, sharing kisses. Talking, loving one another.

I close my eyes once I’ve read it all. Re-live it in my head. It’s a lovely view. Something I desire to happen between us. Steve’s painted a beautiful picture and I release a sigh, wishing it was real. To have him sitting here with me, to have his lips on mine. I open my eyes to read the rest of the letter.

Can you see it? It’s not much, but it’s what I have. Something I’ve thought about before. Something I’d love to happen.

My fear right now is that we’ll never meet. That you won’t want to. I’m trying to stay positive. Other fears include losing those I’m close to, the world coming to an end. A world where you’re not in it. I fear that most of all.

Patiently waiting for you,

Steve

I can see it, Steve. I want it, I thought. I knew I was in danger of falling for him. Eager to set up a day to meet after the holidays, I checked my schedule for January. There were two weeks I was booked with dogs, but the 16th through the 20th, I would be free. Even some days towards the end of the month had some availability.

Fate would have other plans in mind that we wouldn’t foresee in the form of coffee. As if it wanted us to meet sooner and fall faster. If I must fall, then I’d gladly fall for Steve Rogers.

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How to get on Santa’s nice list.

{Part Six}

Pairing: Buck Barnes x Reader

Pre warning: Fluff, Fluff, and some more fluff

Warnings: Swearing, Bucky, alcohol, loss of clothing and probably bad punctuation because I’m using my phone.

Summary: you moved in with your best friends apartment around 3 years ago, and found out she has one hot neighbor. Only problem is he is a huge smart mouth, and he always has jokes. Worst thing of all is he is a huge flirt, the boy could make your face warm up with a look. One day he gave you a snarky comment (to no surprise.) but you decided in spirit of the holiday to challenge him. No, smart mouth, or dirty jokes for the rest of November lets see if he can get on Santa’s nice list.

Here’s part 5

This is for (@lovelynemesis) Sam’s rockin’ around the Christmas tree writing challenge!

11:22am

You’d think time would have gone fast, considering I watched cat videos with my headphones. That was not the case, time went by 100% slower than I thought. Everyone slowly started showing up 15 minutes ago, and the only person tony is waiting on is Bucky and Steve. I’ll get drinks while they wait. “Anyone want a drink?” Nat looks up and says she wants a water, sam, and Wanda say the same. Thor, Clint, and Bruce want coffee. I already have creamer and sugars for them to do it their own way. “Alrighty I’ll be right back.”

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After I get to the conference room Steve, and Bucky walk out of the elevator. I set the last cup of coffee down, before the super soilders walk in. “Well it’s about time boys. Any drinks for ether one of you?” Steve sits next to Sam, and Bucky sits next to Vision and Thor. “I’ll take a coffe doll.” My face warms up a bit, and I try to fight a smile. I didn’t expect him to use that nickname in front of everyone, and knowing how he uses it makes it 100x worse. “I’ll just have a water Hun.” Steve nods at me with a warm smile.

I walk to the elevator, and wait for it to come down. Just as it opens, out walks Rhodes, and Ms. Potts I step back instantly so I’m not in their way. “Oh hey, y/n right?” Jim asks, as pepper looks back and forth between us confused as to why she doesn’t know me. I nod “Yes, that would be me.” I smile, and Rhodes explains “Tony’s been blabbing my ear off for two days about a new assistant, it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” I chuckle a bit, and smile at my feet.

“Well I’m reall happy to be working here. Before you run off, do you guys want any drinks?” Pepper shakes her head and starts walking off, and Rhodes looks at me with an apologetic smile. “She’s probably a bit upset, because Tony isn’t really supposed to hire anyone without her thoughts.” “Ohhhh.” He looks to the room, and back at me. “She’ll be alright, she probably will talk more with you though.” I nod in understanding. “Alrighty well could I get you a drink?” He walks backwards to the room, and points at me. “A coffee would be great, thank you.” I point back at him with a stupid smile. “No problem I’ll be right back.”

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After a second trip, I finally can sit and listen. I’m a fairly patient person so I won’t mind doing this more often. I look from the board to the group, and spot Bucky looking at my…legs? He looks up and figures out I caught him, immediately looking at the pages in front of him like he wasn’t doing anything. I smile, and look back at the board. I guess a skirt was a good choice.

It’s about 12 and tony only just finished mission reports, he still has to explain the next mission plan. I start getting uncomfortable from sitting in the same position, so I stand. While I’m up everyone with coffe lifts their cup. I head upstairs for the third time, and pour more coffee. Bringing them all down on a tray, reminds of me of when I was a waitress in my shitty hometown. Except now I’m serving coffee to super hero’s, and not 95 year old men trying to hit on me. Well Bucky and Steve can be in that category, but hey they don’t look 90 and their teeth are perfect.

Opening the conference room door, nobody looking away from the board or their papers. I give Banner and Barton their coffee Rhodes, and Barnes, I bend over to reach past Thor so I could set his coffee down withought spilling it. As I stand up I look at Bucky, and he was definitely looking at my ass, because he jerks his head back toward the board as I stand straight. He is checking me out shamelessly, and I don’t understand why all the sudden.

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1:30pm

Everyone is saying their goodbyes, and Buck is the last one to go. Tony touches my shoulder to get my attention “Meet me in the lab?” I smile back at him. “Sure thing Mr. Stark.” As he’s walking out the door he stops “Oh and just Tony is fine.” He walks out and steps into the elevator. Bucky stacks all his papers and rolls them up stuffing them inside his coat pocket. “So how are you liking the job doll?” I walk to the table grabbing the empty water bottles. “It’s pretty great, Tony isn’t as bossy as I thought he’d be.” I bend over the table to grab a couple of the empty coffee cups as well. I swear I heard buck groan, but it could have been my imagination. “Maybe you need someone to boss you around.” I scoff looking at him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He looks at me with wide eyes. “Oh god, I didn’t mean for that to come out.” He looks at the floor and back at me “…to come out like that I mean.” I stand tall with my hands on my hips “So how do you mean for it to come out?” He leans on the chair taking too long to answer. “I knew it, I knew you would think this wasn’t a real job. I just wanted your support, but it seems that’s too hard for you.” I stomp out of the conference room and head down to the lab.

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2:12pm

When tony said he needed my help, what he actually meant was I need to you to sit in my lab until I need a fire extinguisher. Apparently the last person on that job wasn’t too great. I only had to put out two fires so far, small panic attacks included.

“Alright Ms.Y/n you’re free to go. I’m done in here for the day, well with possible fire starting things.” He laughs a bit before setting things back in it’s place. “Alrighty, I’m gonna head home than. You sure you don’t need me for anything else?” Tony shakes his head “Nope I think that’s all, see you tomorrow?” I smile and put my hands in my jacket pockets. “Absolutely, I’ll see you then.” I head out with a wave goodbye.

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I didn’t realize how tired I was until I got out of my shoes and onto the couch. I could pass out right now, but Instead Bucky walks in. “Nat!” I sit up groaning. “She’s not here.” I look at him with a squint “Oh y/n I didn’t know you were laying there. Sorry.” He walks towards the couch. “Where is she than?” I shake my head “I have no idea, I thought she was still at Tony’s.” He nods, and pats my shoulder. “Alright than, sorry I woke ya doll.” He closes the door and I whip a pillow at it. Who does that bastard think he is? First he says I need to be bossed around, like I’m not good at my job without it? After checking me out all day I might add. Then he disturbs my almost nap? What the hell has gotten into him? I turn on the tv, and watch some Charmed before I fell asleep on the couch once more. No disturbances.

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5:43pm

Woken up by a phone call.

“Hello?” I say half asleep.

“Hey Y/n it’s Tony, it turns out I’m gonna need you here tonight.” He coughs away from the phone. “Is that alright?”

I sit up, and rub my eyes. “Yeah that’s fine Mr. Stark. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Running into my room I grab my brush and some clothes, brushing my hair and putting it back so it’s out of my face. I put on my favorite Minnie Mouse sweater, the old black and white Minnie Mouse. I throw on my favorite black sweats, and I head out the house with my phone and my keys. A cab picks me up, and I’m off.

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6:16pm

I run into the elevator, and wait to get to the conference floor. Tony is waiting in there with a stack of papers on his desk. I walk in with a smile. “Hey, sorry it took me so long traffic was terrible.” Tony stands up and smiles back at me. “Oh it’s alright, I hate driving in the city for that reason.” He stacks more papers into the pile “I just need you to carry this up to the living qaurters, and put it in the kitchen counter. I’ll be following you with these.” He holds up two boxes, that look really light compared to the papers.

We finally get to the kitchen and I set them on counter, he sets the boxes next to them. He grabs my arm. “Come with me Hun.” He walks me towards what looks like a living room, and as he flicks on the lights everyone jumps up yelling. “Congratulations!” I jump only slightly, and smile. “What’s all this?” Tony laughs “We just wanted to welcome you to the family, we’ve all known you for quite sometime and now you’re a part of us.” I chuckle “I don’t know about all that, I’m just here to make sure you all have your beverages.” Sam throws his hand up and down real quick to catch my attention “Which speaking of, y/n can you get me a water ?” Everyone laughs and Bucky nudges him earning a look from Sam. “Only kiddin’ girl!”

Nat walks up with two bottles, one being tequila, and the other being vodka. “Pick your poison darling.” I smile, and grab the tequila. “Well you know, you can never go wrong with some josé cuervo.” I say before opening her up. “Who wants in?” I yell in hopes everyone plans on drinking. Everyone runs up with shot glasses in hand, I pour a shot for everyone. “To y/n!” Bucky yells, and everyone repeats as I smile like an idiot. We all clink, and throw it back. Everyone goes for the bowl of limes, and I smile. This has gotta be the most fun I’ve had all week.

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8:45pm

I get drunk pretty quick considering I didn’t really eat or drink much all day, which reminds me I should really have some water or something before I die of thirst. I go to stand but my legs fail me, I prepare myself to come into contact with the floor but it doesn’t come. Bucky caught me before I could fall, and he smiles standing me straight. “You alright there doll?” How the hell isn’t he drunk? “I’m-I’m pre-pretty great…Barnes.” I hiccup a couple times, before Bucky helps me sit back down. “I’m gonna get you some water, I’ll be right back.” Everyone’s having a blast, they’ve been having talks about Asgard, and the wonders of super soldier serum. Which brings out Natasha’s need for answers to her curiostiy. Bucky walks in with the water bottle and sits next to me to make sure I don’t spill it. I take a big gulp or two, and he puts the cap back on. Nat looks over at us and smiles.

“Hey Barnes you should be a part of this one.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Oh is that so?”

She wiggles hers. “Yeah, what does the super soldier serum do for you?”

He smiles, and blushes a bit. “It keeps me strong, and steady. Also I’m unable to get drunk, so that’s unfortunate.”

Nat smiles. “I bet it does good things for you in bed too.” Wanda laughs, and the boys all ohh, and whistle. Laughter holds over the room for a moment before Bucky answers. “Well I wouldn’t know, haven’t exactly been on a date if you get my point.” Thor waves his hammer before asking. “Wait, so you and y/n haven’t done anything?” I scoff and say way too loudly. “No, but I wish we would.” Everyone kind of shuts up, and stares at me for a second. Bucky stands up, Nat does as well. She helps me up with Buck before she says “Time for you to go home. Thanks Tony, thanks you guys.” Her goodbyes go quickly, as I yell they lug me away from the group “Thanks y-y-you guys! Have a..goo-goodnight!”

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10:56pm

Bucky helps me into bed. “Waaait buck, I gotta take offs my clothes, I can’t sleep with sw- sweats.. an-and a sweater.” Bucky holds my arms “Doll you can take off your clothes when I leave the room okay?” I shake my head and pout. “Whyy, where’s Nat?” Bucky shakes his head trying not to smile. “She went to bed.” He try’s to take off my headband, but I keep pulling away. “I need help getting out of my clothes Buck.” He stops, and looks at me with many thoughts going through his mind. “Doll are you sure you can’t get it yourself..?” I nod, and attempt to pull off my sweater, but I’m like a limp noodle how I’m sitting up right now is beyond me.

“Alright, I’ll help you.” He moves the covers off me, and takes off my pants. I giggle a bit, and he comes back up helping me out of my sweater. I smile “Thanks buucckyy.” He smiles back at me as he covers me up again. Just as he’s about to walk away, I grab his arm. “Wait I can’t sleep with a bra on.” He looks at me, and closes his eyes. He sighs, and opens it from behind taking it off all the way. I cover up as best I can. “Okay, Goodnight Doll.” I smile real big, and hold his hand. “Do I get a goodnight kiss?” He bends down and kisses my forehead. “Sweet dreams love.” He walks to the door “Goodnight Buck.” He shuts off the light, and shuts the door.

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itbethatwaysometime · 7 years

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Uncharted Part 5

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.2k

A/n: Helll0oo! I’m back with another part of Uncharted, I hope you guys enjoy. I’m hoping you guys don’t think I’m going to slow, I really wanted to build a trust and a certain camaraderie between you and the team. Also, because it seems strangely unrealistic to have them suddenly trust you full- heartedly. Don’t worry Bucky’s coming soon…:)

PSA: Tear In My Heart PArt 2 is coming soon too. I’m having some serious writer’s BLOCK so I’m sorry for that, it should be up this week though ! And I do have some other things coming so stay tuned :))) Part 1

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Gif not mine tbh just needed a good fight scene

Training Room, Avengers Tower

“And why are we here?” Pietro asks in his accented English, one hand slung over his sister’s shoulders. The siblings were leaning against the stack of mats.

“We’re here to test out the newbie!” Clint says snickering a little bit. The sound of a glass door opening and footsteps interrupts their endless teasing.

“Clint, please.” Steve walks towards the group with an exasperated glare. Natasha, Thor, Vision, Bruce, Clint, Pietro, Wanda and Sam were there, the only people missing was Tony and (y/n).

“They’ll be here any second.” The rest of the group restarted chatting amicably before the two people they’ve been waiting for entered the room.

Your POV

You wring your hands together and pace the room while waiting for Tony. You were excited and nervous. You knew that you could do this, you’ve trained yourself for years and you were confident in your skills. But, even amongst a group of superhuman, sometimes enhanced, people, you had a fear of being the odd one out.

The pressurized air hush of your apartment door opens and a familiar sound of footsteps enter your household.

“Ready?” He asks standing next to you. You look up to him and you see something you’ve never seen before. Even in the short time that you’ve known him personally, there’s one thing you never thought he’d be. Tony was being serious, his brows were tightly knitted together and his lips were pursed.

“Hey, you okay?” You place a reassuring hand on his arm..

“Ya, it’s just,” he pauses, he rubs a hand over his face and slips a small smile onto his face,” actually, never mind. You’ll be fine.” You frown at him unconvinced, but leave it at that.

He places a guiding hand on the small of your back and leads you to the elevator once again. He presses a couple of buttons as you make idle talk about trivial subjects. He almost distracts you completely from your purpose. It lingers in the back of your mind, but bothers you less now.

You walk through a large and high hallway, or tunnel, that suited it better. Security cameras littered every couple of feet. You walked for a good minute before seeing two large frosted glass double doors with chrome handles and a keypad on either side.

“Ready?” He pauses with one hand on the handle. You give a shaky nod. You walk through the door and hear the conversation die instantly._ How wonderful, just kill the vibe the moment you walk into the room_.

“So who’s going to step into the ring with (y/n)?” Sam whispers to Steve.

“Not yet.” He responded, Sam gave him a confused look.

You say hi to everyone and everyone responds in their one way. Sam, Pietro and Thor look like they’re on an episode of the Bachelor, sporting boyish smiles and tight shirts. Clint and Natasha give you friendly smiles, you were a bit taken aback by Natasha’s warm welcome, but took it as a good sign. Steve just gave you a big grin, came over and put a welcoming hand on your shoulder. Bruce was standing casually in the back, observing quietly, alongside Vision who was floating, observing you curiously.

Steve turns to you and starts speaking, “Alright, so we’re here to see what you can do. Not that we don’t trust Fury or anything but still. Ok?” He talks as if he’s speaking solely to you, yet he’s obviously addressing the rest of the group too. You nod.

“I want you to start off by demonstrating your powers. I only got a glimpse when we were in your apartment.” At this point, the room had shifted and held an air of curiosity mingling with a certain stranger-danger. You totally understood where they were coming from though, you were, in the end, just a university student.

As they looked at you intently, you stepped away from your blankets of safety and into the middle of the training area.

“Let’s get started” you declare.

Steve’s POV

Her petite body moved swiftly and quietly to the middle of the large expanse of semi-hard mats.

“Does someone have a soccer ball or like a baseball?” Her voice calm, collected.

“Uh ya, here you go.” Clint tosses a softball in her direction. She catches easily in one hand, not even blinking. Good Reflexes.

“Steve? Could you turn your back to me and stand right there?” He raises a questionable eyebrow, but follows her orders, turning his back to the other members of the team.

“I take it you have good reflexes, so you should be ok.” She says, that piques the interest of everyone in the room.

“Here we go.” She mutters to herself softly. A beat of silence goes by. Then, a quiet gust of air washed over them and a jagged hole the size of a basketball just appeared mid-air. Seconds after, a second one showed up right in front of Steve. He stepped back in surprise, but went back to his previous position. When you looked into the portal you could see the point of view of the other juxtaposing opening.

From his view, he could see (y/n), in front of him. Around the edges of the portal were swirling particles of iridescent purple and blue hues seemingly suspended.

“I’m going to throw the ball through the portal.” She explains. Lightly, she tosses the ball straight through, where Steve catches it easily about ten feet away.

Your POV

“That’s one way I could use it. Most of the time I just use it grab some stuff around the house.” You attempt to lighten the mood. You’re met with admiring gazes and curious looks. You didn’t really expect much else.

“WOah, that’s so cool.” You hear the voice of a really young kid from behind you. You jerk your head to the side to see a kid that could only be about 15 years old, who is taller than you. (At this point everyone was taller than you)

Tony stalks over to the young adolescent. “What are you doing, Peter? F.R.I.D.A.Y can you tell me how Peter got in here?”

You let him have access to the Tower any time. I quote : “Just give the kid what he wants.”

“Alright, alright, I got it. Ok, Parker, you get to stay here, but be quiet. We’re testing out the new girl.”

The room quiets down from their barely controlled fits of laughter. Despite being the second newest member of the team, they really appreciated his presence. He added a youthful side to the team, always there to cheer them up with the naivety of any high schooler.

“Oh hey! I’m, uh, Peter, ya, Peter Parker.” You smile lightly.

“Nice to meet you Peter.” The young boy blushes a bit.

“Ok, who’s going up against (y/n) in the ring?” Steve asks. You look at him incredulously, he just shrugs, an air of faked nonchalance hiding his discomfort. If you’re lucky, Steve probably feels bad for you, what a gentleman.

“I’ll go.” Clint says, sauntering over to your side.

“Do I get to keep my gear?” He asks you tauntingly.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smile smugly, you hear a couple of people snicker.

You climb up into the ring, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come. You jump up and down, roll your neck one way then the other, crack your knuckles and stretch out your back. Clint is getting ready too, you could tell that his arms were ridiculously strong but his right arm might have more give then the left. His stance is solid, but given the chance to knock him down, the left knee would be a keeper. You see him assessing you in the same calculating gaze and you let him.

“Ready?”

You give a curt nod and start circling each other. It was clear he wanted you to make the first move and he would wait until the end of time for you to make it so you decided to play it dirty and call a bluff.

You breathed in deeply through your nose and moved quickly sending a light jab to his right side making sure it was quick and short, not enough to hurt but just enough to wind. You took your chance to send a swift kick, testing the waters, but a strong hand pushes you back and sends you hurling backwards only to be caught off guard again by a series of calculated blows through your torso.

You grit your teeth and let out a low growl, blocking off the pain. You hit quickly and efficiently maximising the strength of your blows, making sure to lock your wrists. He was obviously taken aback, not recognising the fighting style you were using.

You easily blocked his attacks using his lack of knowledge as an advantage. You quickly get down to one knee pulling his other leg towards you, he gives out a off-guarded shout and before he knows it, you open a portal small enough for your hand that leads to his other ankle. Your grab a hold of it and yank as hard as you can, making for an ungraceful belly flop by Clint.

He groans and you put one hand on the back of his neck, your right knee in the middle of his back with all his gear detached in your other hand. You kneel there panting and sweating just a little bit.

“God, you’re like a tiny Bruce Lee.” He groans laying on the mat.

You stand up, still a little out of breath and look around the rooms. You’re not sure whether to be scared or proud. Thor, Pietro, Sam, Spidey are all looking at you with mixed levels of attraction, fear and pride. Cap and Tony both have a knowing smirk that said I knew she could do that. Natasha had a small smile on her face, probably because Clint just got knocked on his ass. Wanda and Vision were obviously impressed, but smiled.

“Well, welcome to the team.” Tony says proudly. Everyone vacates the gym, still seemingly impressed by your abilities. You just stand there and turn back to Clint who is still laying on the floor miserably.

“Hey, Clint, you okay? Some of those techniques were rusty.” You offer a hand for him to get up. He looks at you and pauses at your outstretched hand, gauging whether he could trust you or not. He makes a decision and grips your smaller hand firmly and hauls himself up.

“You’re really good. I’m surprised, most people Fury brings in don’t even hold up when they hang around us.

“I’m impressed, you should train with Nat a bit, she’ll love it.” You blush slightly at the praise. Despite the fight you just had, he seems really nice, you couldn’t help but notice a fatherly vibe under all the childlike mannerisms.

“Thanks,” you look back at the door where Tony was waiting for you.

“I better head back now.” He huffs out a laugh.”Ya, he seems to have adopted you.” You chuckle at that.

“I guess he has.”

You leave the archer and walk towards the billionaire.

“Hey sweet cheeks, how’s it going?” He slings an arm over your shoulders, you jump a little at the contact, but relax.

“I’m still… overwhelmed.” He leads you over to his lab where Bruce is already working.

“That’s pretty normal. Now I know you dropped out of MIT for reason you will not disclose BUT I am granting you access to my lab as long as you don’t touch any of my stuff without my permission. And Bruce’s for that matter, God forbid that happens again.” He says shaking his head.

Then again, you don’t notice, because you can’t wrap your head around the fact that these people are being so generous towards you. A stranger.

You just stopped in your tracks, staring at the floor. You were still trying to get your mind to comprehend the fact that you deserved this.

“Uh, hey, (y/n). What’s going on? Because you know, if that was too much I could tell Cap, or maybe Clint. I could talk to Clint if you want… Or maybe…”

“No, no. It’s fine. It’s just- are you sure they’re good with me? I mean with me on the team?”

“Yes,” and the way he said it, so plain and so simple, it made you feel better instantly,” I can tell you’re going to be an incredible asset to the team. I mean, you got Thor to love you, and Cap’s already convinced you’re like a tiny ninja. Half the team is ogling you.”

You laugh a little, that last bit of doubt slipping away. He’s really good at this comforting thing.

“Thank you.” The message you wanted to convey clear in those two little words. Tony seems to understand that and offers your shoulder a comforting squeeze before dragging you to your new workstation and rambling on and on about his new discoveries, inventions and ideas.

You couldn’t be more content being on the receiving end of his thoughts.

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itsallavengers · 7 years

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Uhh so this was in my drafts which I havent checked in weeks and totally forgot about? Anyway seeing as the fic I was supposed to be posting today got deleted,,, yall can have this one from like 5 months ago instead lmao.

Tony really should have noticed sooner.

On the surface, nothing seemed wrong. Steve was fine. A little ragged, maybe, but fine. He acted in the same way, smiled at Tony no differently, scolded Clint no less.

Fine.

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“Cap, I need you to take nightshift- everyone else is absolutely exhausted. You okay with waking me up in a few hours?” Natasha asked, as they sat in their stakeout and breathed heavily- still burnt out from the fight they’d just been caught up in half an hour ago.

Steve nodded, stifling a yawn and looking down at Clint worriedly, as he lay passed out across the floor. He’d lost quite a bit of blood that night. “Sure. Get some rest, Tash.”

She smiled, and then got comfortable on her thin mattress.She was out in less than five minutes.

Steve didn’t wake her, in the end. He could manage the night shift on his own.

There was a cup of coffee in Steve’s hand, and Tony looked at it in surprise. “Didn’t know you liked it black. Or caffeinated. What happened to the ‘coffee is the devil’ shtick?”

Steve looked up and smiled at his entrance, rolling his eyes softly and then turning back to the morning newspaper. “Trying to see what all the hype is about. So far, not so good. You have shit taste.”

Tony didn’t bother with a speech; he chose instead to just slap Steve lightly around the back of the head and then snatch the cup from his hand, taking a sip before Steve could stop him.

There was the roll of the eyes again, and Tony had to admit he got a kick out of making Steve do that- it had been what inspired 60% of their arguments way back when they could barely look at one another without fighting, after all. “You know, you’re lucky I’ve got a moral standard to live up to, or I would’ve killed you by now.”

Tony grinned, and made a kissy face up at Steve. “Not if I got you first, asshole.”

“Like to see you try,” and it wasn’t flirting, not really- but Tony liked to imagine. It was early, he was allowed the wishful thoughts, okay?

Tony smiled, letting a hand rest on Steve’s shoulder, massaging the surprisingly knotted muscles there. “Want me to make you another one, get you really hooked on the stuff?”

Steve paused, and he looked almost wistful as he glanced over to the mug in between Tony’s fingers and shook his head. “Doesn’t affect me anyway. Keep your bitter mud, Shellhead, I’ll stick to orange juice.”

Tony just shrugged, making a mental note to give Steve a proper backrub later. The man was more wound up than a Jack in the box.

“Suit yourself,” he said, turning away toward the coffee machine.

“Guys, guys- you’re not gonna believe what I managed to get hold of!” Clint burst into the quiet living room, where Steve had only just drifted off on Tony’s shoulder.

Immediately, Tony watched his head jerk up at the noise, and he felt a brief wave of annoyance toward Clint. It was 12 at night, after all, and Steve had been happily nuzzling right up to Tony, until the damn birdbrain had blundered in-

“Go on,” Bruce said wearily, bringing Tony back to the living room.,

Clint pulled out 6 slips of paper, waving them around in the air. “Six motherfucking Hamilton tickets, that’s what! Funny story about how I got them, actually- I was just minding my own business, making my way back from SHIELD, when I saw this family getting held up by a group of assholes. Of course, ‘cause I’m a brilliant and generally well-rounded individual-”

Tony stifled a laugh behind his hand at that. Clint threw a pen at him. Steve caught it immediately, before it could land anywhere about Tony’s person, just as everyone had known he would.

“-I went and sorted them out. It was pretty cool- even got to try out some of the moves we were practicing at the gym, Nat.”

“Is there a point to this story?” Thor asked, genuinely confused.

Clint nodded his head, waving the tickets again. “Okay, okay- to cut to the point; I saved their asses, they were very grateful but rather shaken up, so they decided to go home instead of watching their theater production, and BAM! Suddenly I’ve got six Hamilton Tickets, for free!”

That certainly caught everyone’s attention. Even Tony sat up a little straighter. Hamillton tickets were like gold dust.

“Are you serious?” Natasha asked, jumping to her feet and checking out the contents of the tickets, eyes widening a little as she read through. “Oh my God, you guys, we better haul ass- the show starts in 30 minutes.”

Immediately, the living room burst into action, everyone jumping to their feet and brimming with excitement at the prospect of a night spent watching the play be performed on stage.

Well. Everyone but Steve.

“I... I’m not really in the mood tonight, you guys,” he said weakly, looking away from the five incredulous stares above him as he curled up deeper into the sofa.

“Come on, Steve, this is Hamilton we’re talking about. HAMILTON. You don’t just pass up on an opportunity to see Hamilton,” Bruce said, horrified.

“Yeah, Steve- I second Brucie, let’s go, let’s go- I’m sure your super-stamina can let you hold out for a night. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself,” Tony assured him, grabbing his arm and pulling him up.

Steve went with a fond sigh, mumbling under his breath until Clint thwacked him over the head and told him to savor the night, rather than grumble.

No one noticed the way Steve’s eyes were a little unfocused for the rest of the trip.

“Captain, I want that mission report by tomorrow morning, do you understand?”

Tony watched Steve’s jaw tense; saw the way he rubbed a hand across his forehead and sighed through the phone, but then gave a muted “yes” in reply.

The line cut out pretty quickly after that, and Steve remained seated at the table, staring into space ahead of him for a good minute before slowly standing up and making his way toward his bedroom, undoubtedly to fetch his computer.

“You know he won’t do shit if you just don’t finish it, right?” Tony asked him from across the room, nursing a coffee filled with a little more alcohol than he cared to admit. There was a reason for both their presences at the dinner table at 3am in the morning, after all- and it wasn’t because their dreams had been filled with too much fun.

Steve paused, hand tapping absently at the table. That was a new development, incidentally; Tony had never seen Steve tap before.- far too controlled for that.

“I know. But someone’s gotta set an good impression on this team,” Steve grinned tiredly back at him, before turning out of the door and moving to his room to start on the report.

Steve was in a shitty mood.

Tony knew it the moment he stepped in the room- Steve always had a vibe he gave off when he got like that, and Tony could positively smell it on the man that morning.

Unfortunately, Steve wasn’t the only one.

“Looking particularly crappy today, Rogers,” Clint breezed, looking up from his cereal to shoot Steve a sharp smile. His eyes were lined with bags, and his hand was shaking; barely visible, but still there.

They were coming up to the anniversary of Phil’s death, after all.

Tony sighed into his mug, and Thor mirrored him. They were the only other two in the room, and yeah, maybe Tony had a little hold over Steve, but Natasha wasn’t here to see to Clint, and he was by far the more cutting of the two-

“Guess what, Barton, no one asked you. Keep your damn mouth shut,” Steve snapped, and whoah, okay, that had got straight to the point pretty damn fast, Tony had never been able to elicit such a direct reaction out of Steve before, and they’d used to fight on a daily basis.

Clint paused, surprised for a moment. But like a shark sensing blood in the water, he quickly latched on, breaking out in a dangerous smile again as he twirled his spoon around his fingertips. “Wow, okay then Cappo, don’t blow your fucking top, I was only joking. Maybe just shuffle a little bit- the stick up your ass must have been pushed a little further up this morning.”

Tony looked to Thor, and he nodded silently, knowing what Tony meant. Get Natasha. This wasn’t looking good, and Tony had barely ever seen Steve this... skittish, before. It was freaking him out a bit.

Okay, a lot.

Steve was stood at the counter, stubbornly refusing to turn and look at any of them. Tony could hear his breathing. “Uh, Steve, hey- just take a breather, okay Cl-”

“Shut the fuck up, Tony,I’m not in the mood, just... shut up,” Steve hissed,fingers tapping constantly against the counter, fast and erratic and completely unlike him.

Tony was too worried to be annoyed, at that point- but Clint was going for it. It was really not a good morning for either of them to be speaking to one another, it seemed. “Ohh, shit, you must be real annoyed today- snapping at loverboy for trying to help? That’s a first. Usually all you do is laugh at all the shit he says and pine after him like a sick fucking puppy- old Pegs would be ashamed at your flirting, honestly-”

Tony barely managed to stand up and put himself in the path of Steve in time.

He stumbled back a little, bouncing off Steve’s chest as he took two impossibly large strides forward, but ultimately stopped when Tony got in the way.

“Steve, just let it go. Walk away. He wants to be an asshole, fine, but you’re better than that, come on,” Tony said quietly, a hand pressing Steve back a little, knowing it would do jack all unless Steve relented.

Which he did. Thank god.

He snarled, actually fucking snarled, and then turned away again, beginning to make his way to the elevator, undoubtedly heading for the gym.

Tony followed behind him, trying to figure out what the hell was going on- Steve was never like this. Not ever. It was... scary.

Behind them, Clint clapped, long and slow. “Yeah, okay then Steve, get Stark to deal with your shit. You know he’d do anything for you- look after your sorry ass just because you say please, let you use him as your fucking punching bag, if that’s what you felt like. Hell, you know his rep- probably spread his legs if you batted your eyelashes right-”

And Steve was gone.

Tony barely managed to grab hold of the fabric of Steve’s shirt before he was sprinting back across the room, heading right for Clint, face absolutely carved with fury as he hurdled the couch like it wasn’t even there. Tony yelled and took off after him, but he knew it would be no use- Steve was faster and stronger than him anyway.

He just had to hope that all Steve was about to give Clint was a shove.

Luckily, at that moment Natasha and Thor rushed back in from the other direction; Thor meeting Steve in the middle and grabbing him in a bear-hug whilst simultaneously spinning him around so he wasn’t facing Clint. Everyone was yelling now, and Natasha had already started shoving Clint away in the direction of her room, but Tony could hear his bitter mumbling from the other side of the kitchen. “Fucking asshole- wonder who woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh-”

“Maybe I fucking would’ve done if I’d have even gone to bed at all- but no, instead I was too busy worrying over the fact that you nearly fucking died yesterday, because you’re a reckless piece of shit!” Steve yelled, struggling against Thor’s hold a little as he tried to turn and face Clint once more.

But Thor, because he was Thor, didn’t let go. And after a few seconds, Steve just went completely limp in his arms- to the point where he wasn’t even using his own two legs to stand on, and he fell to his knees, head held in his hands.

Tony vaulted the countertop and jogged toward him, heart racing. He didn’t know what had happened to Steve, but it was definitely not normal, and it was quite frankly scaring the shit out of Tony.

Thor put out a hand as Tony got within reaching distance. “I would be careful,” he said gravely, “Steven may not be of sound mind right now.”

Tony clenched his jaw. “He won’t hurt me. Only reason he went for Clint in the first place was because he was trying to defend my fucking virtue, or something. I’ll be fine.”

He slowly lowered himself to the floor, until his knees were touching Steve’s. “Hey, is it okay if I touch you?”

“I’m not having a fucking episode, Tony, Jesus, yes, you can touch me.”

“Really? ‘Cause that sure looked like an episode of some sort back there,” Tony said sharply, the worry and panic seeping into his voice a little as he stared at Steve. The man looked gaunt; his hands covered his eyes, but it just accentuated how sharp his cheekbones were.

Tony bit his lip, hands rising until they were against Steve’s face. Gently, he pulled the hands that covered his eyes away, revealing Steve’s guilt-stricken expression underneath it.

“I’m... fuck, I need to go apologize- what the hell’s wrong with me, Jesus-”

“To be fair, Clint kind of deserved it. He was trying to get a rise out of you, you know that,” Tony rolled his eyes, gently running his fingers across Steve’s knuckles.

The other man didn’t say anything; just sighed and let his eyes flutter shut.

“Steve, tell me what’s wrong,” Tony asked softly, putting a hand up and pressing it against Steve’s jaw. He was worried- really fucking worried- and was briefly debating whether to get Thor to take Steve down to medical when the blond just shook his head, smiling stiffly.

“Just... shitty night. I’m tired. Had a few nightmares. It’s nothing.”

“Steve, that wasn’t nothing, you’re-”

“-Fine. I’m fine, Tony- now I need to go and find Clint and apologize, so if you wouldn’t mind-” Steve pulled Tony’s hands away, jumping to his feet briskly and refusing to look either Thor or Tony in the eye as he strode out of the room.

He stumbled a little when he got to the staircase, but neither of them saw it.

Clint was the one who apologized, in the end. He wouldn’t hear Steve try and get in first- which was both satisfying and frustrating.

Steve wanted to apologize. He was... he was so strong, and he’d just- when he’d run at Clint like that, it must have been scary. But when he remembered what the man had said about Tony...

He knew it would be another night of sleeplessness, thinking about what had happened that morning.

He never slept any more, anyway.

Steve was sat watching the TV, and he hadn’t moved a muscle since Tony had wandered in.

“Nightmares, I assume,” Tony broke the silence, and Steve... didn’t acknowledge the sound had been made at all.

Tony frowned. “Steve?”

It took a few seconds, but suddenly Steve shook his head and looked to Tony, eyes widening a little in surprise. “Sorry- what did you say?”

“I was asking why you were up,” Tony said again, coming to sit next to Steve on the couch as the 5am news bulletin played in front of them.

Steve shrugged. His fingers were tapping against his leg again- a habit he’d only picked up a few weeks ago, and now seemed to do constantly. “Wanted to be ready if we got another call. SHIELD said there was a chance they’d come back again.”

“Right. But you look tired, Steve, are you sure that’s a good idea? You should be well rested if we’re going out to fight again.”

Steve chuckled. “You’re one to talk.”

“What can I say, I’m a complete hypocrite,” Tony admitted, smiling softly at Steve, before nudging him with his thigh. “I’m serious, though, you need-”

“Can’t,” Steve interrupted. “Too many dreams. It’s fine. I’d rather be... not.”

Tony didn’t say anything- he knew that feeling all too well.

Instead of carrying on, he just grabbed the blanket on the side of the couch and placed it around the both of them, tucking his knees into his chest and leaning a little further on Steve. He was tired too- the whole day had been spent fighting, and more than anything, Tony just wanted to rest.

And Steve did make an excellent pillow.

In fact, he was only even aware he’d fallen asleep when he had to open his eyes again a few hours later, thanks to Steve shuffling around on his shoulder. The man was fast asleep, one hand thrown over Tony’s middle, legs curled in underneath himself. He looked peaceful, and his face wasn’t tight. It made a nice change.

He smiled down at Steve, letting his fingers run through the strands of blond hair. It was a little long, but Tony liked it like that. It was cute.

He knew the scene probably looked far too domestic to be platonic, and if anyone walked in on them right now, Tony would be dead. Not that anyone didn’t see his obvious crush at this point- he was pretty sure the hermits that lived in caves on the other side of the world were aware of it.

Steve too, probably. He was just good enough not to say anything. Yeah, maybe they flirted. A lot. Maybe even enough to make Tony hope, to push a little- even when he knew that ultimately, Steve wouldn’t want anything to do with him.

And it was only in rare times like these when Tony got to indulge himself in the little touches like this- when he got to just run a hand through Steve’s hair and not feel afraid that he’d get yelled at. He knew it was selfish, but what could he say?

Steve’s hair was really soft. It would be enough to tempt even the most selfless of men.

Tony smiled as Steve huffed again, turning around and properly squashing his cheek into Tony’s shoulder. “Don’t be pathetic,” he muttered.

Tony froze.

Full on, completely froze. He was pretty sure even his heart stopped.

And then he’d jolted away like Steve was burning, tearing himself away from the couch and then standing, ramrod straight as he stared down at Steve, horrified.

Steve, who had tumbled flat-out on the couch as Tony had yanked himself away, fluttered his eyes open, looking at Tony in confusion. “Tony, what’s wrong, are you ok-”

“Fuck you,” Tony hissed, stumbling away. His eyes were stinging, but he refused to cry, not here, not with Steve watching. “I don’t... it’s not fair, you can’t just fucking- you can’t flirt with me and mess with my head and then call me pathetic, okay, fuck you.”

Steve looked horrified, and he put his hands up, trying to reach out for Tony. “No, wait, Tony, I wasn’t... I was just... please don’ go, let me explain, I’m so tired, please stay with me, I just need to sl-”

Tony slammed the door, leaving Steve’s pleading behind him.

He didn’t watch Steve shut his eyes and choke back on a sob, whispering the same words, over and over again. “I’m so tired, please, Tony, I can sleep when I’m with you, please don’t leave, I’m so tired, please, Tony-”

Next time Tony saw him, Steve was making himself breakfast.

Tony froze at the door, wondering what the hell he was supposed to say. He didn’t particularly feel like starting an argument at this time in the morning- they’d already had to deal with the Clint and Steve fiasco earlier that week, and Tony was happy to leave it at that.

Steve hadn’t heard him come in anyway.

Well. He obviously must have done, because it was Steve, which just meant that he was ignoring Tony. Which was fine, if he wanted to be like that, then fine, Tony could give as good as he damn well got.

Chin up, eyes hard, he walked into the kitchen, steadfastly ignoring Steve’s presence as he directed himself to the coffee machine.

Steve looked up as Tony walked past him, eyes widening a little as a soft ‘oh’ escaped his lips.

And then he dropped his bowl.

Tony paused, watching the ceramic shatter across the floor, spilling cereal across the white tiles. Steve was looking at it too, his face blank.

His fingers were still tapping- no, wait, fuck, they were shaking- against his side.

“You just dropped your bowl,” Tony said dumbly.

“Yes,” Steve answered.

“You... you just dropped your bowl.”

It was impossible. Steve’s reflexes were too fast- he never ever dropped anything. He just didn’t. It didn’t happen.

A massive warning sign started flashing behind Tony’s eyes..

And then, in the time it had taken for the bowl to crash and split into shards, it all started coming together. The tapping. The slowed reflexes. The short temper and the weary look and the seemingly constant presence of Steve down in the living room when everyone else slept soundly in their beds.

There was nothing physical on his face- of course there wouldn’t be, Steve had been engineered to into perfection- so there was no deep purple bruising under his eyelashes or bloodshot redness to his eyes.

But he was tapping, and he was slurring his words a little and god fucking dammit Tony was an idiot-

“When was the last time you got more than three hours of sleep, Steve?” Tony asked slowly.

Steve shrugged, not meeting his eyes. “Last night, with you.”

“Before that.”

“...‘Bout’ta a week and a half ago,”

Tony gasped. That was... dangerously little. “Oh my god, Steve-”

“Don’t tell anyone,” Steve whispered, eyes haunted. “You can’t. They’ll take me off the team if they know how bad it gets, they’ll think I’m crazy. It usually wears off after a few weeks, I just need to wait it out, don’t tell anyone-”

“Steve, how often does this happen?” Tony asked incredulously, all anger forgotten as he stepped forward, sliding over the table in the center of the room and putting his hands on Steve’s shoulders.

Steve shrugged. “Since coming outta the ice? Maybe... 5 or six times. I don’t know what triggers it- some months I just... don’t sleep. And it’s so- so- I’m just...”

Tony felt his heart break into ten separate, jagged pieces as Steve’s face crumbled right after he trailed off, shaking hands coming up to his eyes and hiding them as tears spilled down his cheeks. He groaned, long and slow and painful as he whispered “I’m so tired, I just want to sleep, Tony, I’m so so tired-”

Tony’s choked, horrified. “Steve, baby, don’t cry, please, it’s okay, I... I know. I know you want to sleep, I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner, I was a jerk. But why the hell haven’t you told anyone? Do you black out? Is it making you sick? Are you hallucinating yet?”

Steve nodded, tiny and broken, “Black out in the gym, sometimes, but not for long. Only been sick twice, yet. And hallucinations- Just the one, and it wasn’t for long- only Peggy, when Clint brought her up- but it’s nothing, okay, Tony, please. I’m not crazy, I promise, just really... really tired.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy, Steve,” Tony assured, him, fingers working on the knots in Steve’s shoulders as he spoke. “Why were you able to sleep last night, then? What changed?”

“...Nothing-”

“Steve,” Tony said seriously, “we are going to work this out, okay, and if we are going to do that, you need to tell me what helps. Anything at all, okay?”

Steve looked at him then- shame evident in his eyes as he said “You,”

Tony went blank at that, and Steve hurried to justify himself. “I’m sorry, it’s pathetic, I know it is- that’s what I was saying last night, Tony, I wasn’t talking about you, I swear, I was talking to myself. And I get if you’re mad at me, but when I’m with you it’s like everything else in my brain shuts off and I don’t have to worry anymore, because you’re warm and you smell nice and- yeah. Sorry, sorr-”

Tony put a hand over Steve’s mouth, cutting off any more garbled apologies. “Steve,” he said quietly, “we have an awful lot to talk about, and I fully intend to get around to that. But you know what we’re gonna do right now?” He leaned forward, pausing to kiss Steve gently on the forehead. “We’re gonna head up to your room, and I’m gonna stay with you until you get some sleep, okay? Sound like a deal?”

“You only just woke up,” Steve argued weakly, but now Tony’s shoulder was a little nearer, he couldn’t stop himself from resting his head against it. “God- I’m sorry, Tony, I’m fucking-”

“-Human,” Tony finished off for him. “And humans have a lot of problems to deal with. It does not make you weak, Steve. I promise.”

Steve sighed, and Tony gently shifted his shoulder, pulling a hand around the back of Steve’s neck and stroking the hairs there. “Let’s go take a nap, huh?”

There was a mute nod, and when Tony stood up, he had to pull with all his weight to get Steve to follow. How Tony hadn’t noticed this sooner, he had no idea, but he wasn’t going to let it happen again. Steve was obviously completely exhausted, to the point where it was becoming dangerous, and damn if Tony was going to let that slide. Once Steve had had a proper sleep, he was getting right on the phone with the best therapists he knew and arranging some appointments. And then have words about the size of Steve’s ever-growing schedule, and how to say no to some things for a change. Or how to tell Fury when to shove his reports up his ass. Although that one might be Tony’s job.

good morning guys, we are going to bed,” Tony declared, pulling Steve forward and toward the elevator as Natasha, Bruce and Clint all filtered through into the kitchen.

Tony had to hand it to them, they didn’t even blink. Bruce just sighed and Natasha told them to have fun.

Once in Steve’s room, it seemed Steve lost all energy he had been clinging on to, because he pretty much collapsed on to the bed, lying spread-eagle across it, face buried in the pillows.

Tony wondered how many times he must have just blacked out in the middle of the gym or the kitchen or the couch, just like that- boneless, spread-eagle, probably hitting his head on the way down-

Tony shuddered, focusing on pulling off Steve’s running shoes and socks. That was not something he wanted to think abut. At all.

“Thank you,” Steve whispered, curling inward a little again, like a scared kid. “Thank you.”

Tony shuffled on to the bed, throwing all doubts out of the window as he burrowed down into Steve’s arms, forehead pressed up against Steve’s chest.

Steve needed this. And Clint was right- there was pretty much nothing on this earth that Tony wouldn’t do for Steve.

“Rest, Steve,” Tony whispered, pressing a kiss against his collarbone. “Just rest.”

Steve was out before Tony had finished speaking.

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