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For you: Part IV

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"It's easier if we come up to see you," Bucky had said, Steve murmuring his agreement in the background of the phone call. "We're gonna be in the city anyway and besides, ain't it better to do it where you can do all the scans and stuff?"

The plan was sound, and made sense to Peter at the time. But here and now, with Captain America and the Winter Soldier making their way up to the penthouse labs in Stark Tower, the vigilante was questioning his judgement.

"Fri do we - "

"Yes, Mother, we have the schematics loaded and ready for display in both holographic and flat form."

"Okay, okay but do you think - "

"You've practiced attaching and detaching the device enough times that your fluidity of movement has increased by 313%."

"Sure but - "

"Peter," the AI cut off the teen's frantic questions. He fell silent, chagrined; she rarely called him Peter anymore and when she did, he knew it was because he was being too much.

He let out a deep sigh.

"Okay, I get it," he gave up. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be I guess."

"You are," the super intelligence agreed. "I'm glad you've come to see reason. Sergeant Barnes and Captain Rogers will arrive on the elevator in ETA 10 seconds."

They were coming by so that Peter, 18-year-old, clumsy Peter, could attach Bucky's new prosthetic based on Mr. Stark's assemblage instructions. He was, for lack of any better words, fucking terrified.

It wasn't so much that Bucky and Cap scared him, at least not any more. He had a healthy respect for the pair after everything they'd gone through, but the few meet ups he'd had with the group as a whole had made him appreciate the less-obvious qualities that each hero had in turn. Sure, Bucky was scary as heck in a fight, but outside of that he was quiet and kind of contemplative. Steve was the driving force for optimism and doing the right thing - and also an absolute mother hen.

Instead it was the fact that he was basically going to be attaching this thing, that he did not create, that cost Mr. Stark probably at least a million dollars? Onto the body of a super soldier while his - best friend or boyfriend or whatever they were, Peter really never got clarification - watched over his shoulder. He was having performance anxiety, big time.

He concentrated on those better qualities of theirs as the elevator door opened.

An hour later, he wasn't sure why he'd be so scared in the first place.

"You're really a natural at all this, huh?" Steve asked, peering over all the holodisplays Friday had helpfully pulled up for Peter as he went along attaching circuitry, wires, and faceplates. The blonde's eyes were wide trying to take everything in while Peter, finally confident in the face of the older man's perplexity, worked slowly but surely on finishing the attachment of Bucky's new arm.

"Sort of," the teen chuckled. "Mostly it's just that I spent so long growing up without any of the bells and whistles - oops, sorry," he grimaced after a slight spark made Bucky flinch. They were bound to happen, given that the battery that was Bucky's natural electrical system couldn't be turned off like one could a computer they were changing the parts in. " - that now that I've got all this stuff to make it so much easier, it's more understandable than it probably would've been otherwise, if that makes sense."

Bucky hummed in agreement. "Kinda like training with weights then goin' into the fight without 'em on." His Brooklyn accent was stronger than it had been before. Maybe it meant more of his old self was returning. The thought made Peter happy for the other man.

"Yeah, yeah exactly!"

"You know, I always thought Tony was one of a kind with how smart he was," Steve admitted after a few more moments of silence scattered with the light clinks of metals and wires being maneuvered in Peter's sure hands. "And he is, I'm not saying he wasn't, but you really do him justice here, Pete."

Peter ducked his head, flush blossoming in a great pink wave across his cheeks and the back of his neck.

"Nah," he disagreed quietly. "I'm nothing special. I bet there's thousands more people who would be able to put all this to better use." He sighed.

"No they wouldn't," Bucky said in a sure, firm tone. Peter looked up at him, his curls - getting too long, needing a cut - falling slightly across his eyes. "I've seen a lot of people, kid, and trust me, you are one in a billion."

Peter's breath caught and he stared at the assassin in shocked silence. He was brought out of it when Steve laid one of his large hands over Peter's slight shoulder, engulfing him in warmth.

"Buck's right, son," Steve agreed. A warmth Peter hadn't known since before Uncle Ben passed away washed over him. Something that felt like acceptance and family all rolled into one.

"Thanks," he replied quietly to the both of them. Steve kept his hand there for just long enough that Peter could pull on that warm memory with ease later.

"Shoulda seen him, Pete," Bucky said, tossing a foam football to Steve, who tossed it to the teen, who tossed it back to Bucky in a smooth triangle stretching across the lab. "Stevie used to be a beanpole - short and tiny and yet had the bite of a gator wrapped up in all that acne and asthma," he chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, live it up, wise guy," Steve replied, smile taking any bite that might've been there right back out of it.

They were, ostensibly, calibrating Bucky's arm. Peter had finished with the installation a while ago and had gone back a few times to make some minor adjustments. They'd been tossing the toy ball that was he and Mr. Stark's 'thinking ball' between themselves to test the arm's dexterity, reliability, and maneuverability, but the spider was pretty sure it was as good as it could be at this point without a real endurance test. Still though. He was having fun, relaxing with his new friends. He could unwind with them in a way that Ned and MJ just couldn't do for him. He tried not to feel bad for spending so much time away from his friends but his life was just so - different, now. He'd make it up to them.

"I used to have asthma too," the teen admitted, tossing the ball to Bucky again. "And glasses, and all sorts of problems." He shrugged, catching the ball from Steve. "The bite kind of cleared all of that up, though I still have problems with the cold."

"Oh yeah?" Bucky asked, thoughtful.

"Never really knew why, just seemed to stick around, honestly feels a little worse but I don't know if it's just like that in comparison to like having none of the other stuff to distract my senses from it."

"You know," Bucky drawled, pausing as he caught the ball, holding it cocked against his hip. "Spiders can't thermoregulate. It's why you never see 'em in winter." Peter and Steve both blinked at him. In an act of absolute insanity, the winter soldier blushed. "What?" he asked, defensive, throwing the ball more firmly than necessary at Steve. "I read!"

"I never really thought of that," the younger man admitted. "That might actually bear looking into. Hey, Fri?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Can you make a note to research that?"

"Of course, Mother. Also, this is your reminder that it is 2pm and you have not yet eaten."

"Thanks, Friday," he grinned. He caught the older men looking at him. "What?"

"Mother?" Steve and Bucky asked in unison, smirks firmly in place. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

Peter had lunch delivered from his and May's favorite Thai place, leaving a hefty tip. It was still weird to him to just…having access to money now. He hadn't really used it except to pay for things like food and help May with bills and pay for his enrollment to Columbia. He was relieved, honestly, that the sudden influx of cash and power hadn't gone to his head. He liked to think it wouldn't but he was as human as everyone else and he'd seen good people do terrible things for cash.

Lunch with Steve and Bucky was good. It felt just like a continuation of the last few hours they'd spent together, like hanging out and just being friends. Refreshing, after everything. He'd answered embarrassing questions - like why Friday called him Mother (and then teased Steve for not getting the reference, even though Bucky somehow did), establishing a promise to have some kind of movie night so that he and Bucky could show Steve the legendary Alien films, and of course answering even more awkward questions.

"So no girlfriend?"

"Uh, nope, no not right now."

"Boyfriend?"

"Uh - "

"It's okay if you have a boyfriend, you know - "

"Or even a nonbinary partner! I hear that's a thing now, too, though I guess it always was and we just never really talked about it - "

"What Steve means, Pete, is no judgement from us. What's judgin' ever got anybody anyway?"

"Thanks guys, but no, no partners of any kind right now."

"Hmmm."

"What's that look for?"

"Still hung up on Tony, huh?"

"W-what??"

"It's okay, I get it, Stark was a handsome man. Don't look at me like that, Stevie, I know you ain't blind."

So yeah, awkward. Though, kind of sweet too? It was really kind of Bucky and Steve to just get it when it came to him and his feelings for Mr. Stark, as unrequited as they would always be. Felt a little easier to breath after that conversation, honestly. Ned and MJ had teased him constantly about his crush on Mr. Stark. May had too, for a while, though she'd stopped after - well after everything.

Apparently the billionaire and his aunt had done a lot to support each other while he was Blipped. Aunt May talked about Tony a lot differently, more supportive and less teasingly, than she ever had before.

He sighed, exhausted, spinning on his stool in the lab. Steve and Bucky had left a little while ago and he was still lost in his thoughts. He needed to stop thinking about this. About Tony Stark. He looked around.

"Guess it's kind of hard to not think about him when literally everything looks like he's about to walk right back in," he said to himself. He didn't want to get rid of any of it, but - "Fri, baby?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Put on the Stark-Parker Playlist #3. I've got some cleaning to do."

He spent the next two hours decluttering everything he could. Pens and pencils back where they belonged, rinsing out the coffee machine, papers getting filed away, tools and loose screws and wires being organized. In the end, the lab looked cleaner than he could ever remember it being. And it still felt like Tony, for sure, but it also felt like a breath of fresh air.

He slid his stool across the room to the last filing cabinet. He knew this was where all the experimental files got stored, just random notes on thought experiments and the like. All the real experiments - the weapons and suit projects - were all stored in Friday's cloud, but bits and pieces of physical hardware were inevitably tossed here.

As he pulled things out and arranged them on the floor to get some sense of what exactly was in the cabinet, he slowly realized that the things he was pulling out weren't exactly random. His piles were forming a pattern on the floor, piles of notes about holographic improvements next to auditory transcription, and weirdly a pile about how birds can mimic sound with their vocal patterns.

He stepped back from the landscape he created, scratching his head.

"Friday?" he called, tilting his head back and forth as though he were looking at a picture that was just slightly out of order.

"Yes, Mother?"

"What the hell am I looking at?" he asked. He was slightly frustrated. He could tell all this went together but - but not how. Like a puzzle missing one too many pieces.

"On the floor in front of you are assorted piles of - "

"No, no," he shook his head. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he said, "Sorry, I should've been more clear."

"It is okay, Mother. I am still learning. What is it you would like to know?"

"It looks like all of this - stuff - the notes and the research and things - like they all go together. Was Mr. Stark working on something?"

Friday was quiet for a moment before saying, "Yes, though I am not sure he ever meant for the research to be conclusive or be shared." Her voice was hesitant.

"So, he stopped researching?" Peter asked, mind turning over what the man could've possibly been working on.

"Yes."

"Was it because he hit a dead end?" The thought of being able to finish something that Mr. Stark couldn't was invigorating.

"Yes and no." Peter narrowed his eyes, looking up - even though, technically, Friday was everywhere in this lab.

"Fri, what are you holding back from me? It's not - " he paused, " - it's not dangerous is it?"

"Not in the manner a weapon might be." He groaned.

"Friday," he said in the same tone Aunt May used on him when he was edging around a subject.

He figured he might've gotten it down right when she answered, "Boss had been investigating the best and most accurate methods of recreating natural intelligence."

"So, a new form of AI," Peter clarified.

"No," she replied, more softly. "I believe, based on the results of some of his testing, that he was attempting to recreate a previously known organic intelligence." A pause, and Peter's spidey-sense tingled, ever so slightly. "He was attempting to recreate your intelligence, Mother."

It felt as though the floor had dropped out from under him, his stomach doing a wicked somersault. He had the vaguest sense of vertigo, like he'd missed grabbing a web when slinging high between two buildings in downtown.

"Why - " his voice clicked, throat dry from shock. "Why would he - ?"

"If I were to posit," Friday said in that same slightly gentle tone. "I have watched you and Boss both, together and on an individual basis. From some of the similar actions you both have taken, I can extrapolate that, in the best way I am currently able to describe," she paused, like she did not like the uncertain nature of the information she was about to unveil, "he was attempting to create such an intelligence because he missed you, Mother."

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #peter x tony #spiderman #peter parker/tony stark #for you fic

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hazbinhotelactorsau · 2 months

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antonio

« man, flirtin' is fun. al, would ya be pissy if i started flirtin' wit' everyone? i could be like one'a them method actors! »

Name: Antonio Enrico Ragno

Nicknames: Sha (by Alastor), Darlin' (by Alastor), Tones (by Valentino), Tony (by everyone)

Height: 194cm (6'4)

Age: 31

Birthday: April 1 19XX

From: Brooklyn, New York

Nationality: Italian-American

Languages: English, Italian (fluent)

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: He/Him (She/Her in drag)

Sexuality: Demiaroace

Partner: Alastor (Queerplatonic)

Famous For: Model for Vampire by Victoria

Plays: Angel Dust

Trivia:

he has a thick brooklyn accent but he's amazing at faking accents. he regularly mocks the others' accents and it's always annoyingly accurate. he helped alastor learn to do a transatlantic accent

adopted his character's tendency to flirt with anyone to be a 'method actor' ("if al can be a method actor, so can i!" "tony, alastor isn't method acting he's just naturally a freak. you should know that better than anyone"). being demiaroace, he hadn't seen the fun for flirting until he really got into his role

he has an older brother named giovanni and a younger sister named mariabella, both of whom he's convinced blitzø to cast for season 2

he has heterochromia. his left eye is green and his right eye is blue. his sister also has green/blue heterochromia but hers is the opposite eyes, leading to him joking that they should swap eyes so they can be 'normal'

he bleaches his hair blond so he doesn't look too much like his brother. it's naturally a dark brown colour. his hair grows incredibly fast however so he regularly has to get his roots touched up by victoria

he and alastor have been together for 10 years. they were each other's first partners after they met at a gay bar they both got dragged to by their respective friends

he had a french bulldog growing up named nugget, which is where he got the name 'fat nuggets' from for his character's pet pig

he loves pranks. he enjoys being born on april fool's day because he can get away with pranking everyone even more, because who could yell at him on his birthday? he and alastor are menaces to the rest of the cast, constantly pranking everyone

one time nikolai pranked him back with gravy tea bags. he has been reluctant to drink tea made by anyone but himself ever since

he uses the creepy fanmail he gets for the show. the 'show feet' letter they use in the show is a genuine letter he has received. he thinks it's pretty funny. charlie wasn't amused when she found out it was real though

he has bpd and is in therapy for it. he occasionally has episodes during filming so he has a code word (which he jokes is a "safe word fer tha sake o'tha rest o'ya") that he uses when he feels he needs some time to cool off

he's best friends with valentino and forever thanks him for dragging him to a gay bar all those years ago because it's how he met alastor. he sees valentino as an older brother type of friend because of his strained relationship with his own brother

he learned he was demiaroace through maggie when he explained the nature of his an alastor's relationship to her. before that, they both assumed they were just in a really unusual relationship because it was their first and they were inexperienced. he in turn taught alastor what it meant

he's in the closet about being genderfluid. the only people who know are alastor, valentino and oxley

he's secretly envious of alastor's ability to not give a fuck about his gender. he became more comfortable with himself and his feminine side after being cast as angel dust. he became to appreciate the art of drag and now does local drag shows under the same name as his character

he loves astrology and calls himself 'an astrology hoe'. he's constantly saying things like "that's so gemini of you!" and no one else has a clue what he's talking about

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel actors au #actor info #human angel dust #radiodust

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sea-owl · 1 year

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I'm on an omegaverse kick right now so when I saw one for @bitetonysassfest I had to do it. I'm still relativley new to writing NSFW so that part probably isn't the best but thankfully it's only a small part.

NSFW(ish) 1/23:

Trope: omegaverse

Kink: Dirty talk (I'm still debating if this one actually fits in)

Dialouge: "That's a whole-ass meal."

To be fair, Bucky hasn't seen Tony in those tight-fitting slacks he likes to wear during important business negotiations until today. Their omega claims he has better luck when wearing them. (Steve thinks what really happens is those perverted businessmen and women get distracted by Tony's ass and Pepper likes when those distractions lead to better deals for Stark Industries.) Steve also knows the other alpha is only one who understands Steve's appreciation for Tony's delicious booty.

So when Bucky got his first look of said ass in those slacks you really couldn't blame Steve for his reaction. I mean honestly why was Bucky even drinking water when their omega looked like a snack.

"Steve that ass is no snack," Bucky said in the loudest whisper Steve has ever heard in his life. "It's a whole-ass meal!"

Steve smiled that perverted smile only his mates got to see. "I say we go feast then."

"Okay," Tony muttered to himself. His AI glasses on, going over important notes before the meeting. "If we can get the board to agree then that would open the gates for Stark In- what the fuck!"

Tony looked down to see his two mates on either side of him, both of them had one cheek in their mouths. Whatever was not in their mouths their hands held.

"You heathens!" Tony exclaimed. Grabbing the first thing he could reach, Steve's mission reports, he began to wack them both. "I have a meeting!"

"Oh, come on Doll, you can be a few minutes late," Bucky said, breaking out the Brooklyn accent.

Steve nodded, his eyes never going up above Tony's belt. "Yeah, why don't we have breakfast first. You'll need it to keep up your strength."

Tony felt slick start to leak and damn super soliders and their damn Brooklyn accents they know Tony is weak for! Pepper will kill all three of them if he's late again. Wacking them wasn't doing anything as they both still reached for him, so he'll have to distract them. Fine then let's see how they like it. Snatching both of their wrists, Steve's left and Bucky's right, Tony shoved their fingers in as far as they would go and bit.

"Ow!"

"Tony!"

They pulled but Tony bit harder, making sure he's gonna leave a mark even with their stupid healing factor.

Once satisfied Tony raced out the door, jacket in hand.

What did you two do to him?! He smells like pheromones!

Pepper sent that text along with a picture of Tony's ass, which now sported two wet spots from where Steve and Bucky bit.

Bucky moaned looking at the picture. "Stevie it's not fair! How come those old lechers get to ogle our omega while we get wacked with your stupidly detailed mission reports!"

Steve ignored him while he stared down at the hand Tony bit. Half a bite mark was displayed. Half of Tony's mark was on him. Steve glanced down at Bucky's right hand, where the other half was. An idea half forming in his head.

"Friday can you enlarge this picture on the ceiling?" Steve asked the AI.

"Yes Captian Rodgers," the AI responded.

Bucky looked confused as Steve laid him back and then himself. "Steve not that I don't appreciate the view but what are we doing?"

"Tony bit both of us."

Bucky only raised an eyebrow. "Yeah cause he's our feral gremlin disguised as an omega."

"His mouth is imprinted on both of us from that bite," Steve continued, laying the the bite marked hand on Bucky's crotch. Taking Bucky's hand Steve laid on his own. "His mouth can take both of us."

Steve squeezed and Bucky moaned at the thought. Double filling Tony has been a fantasy for both alphas knowing Tony would be a drooling mess, but neither could ever get the courage to ask him about it.

"He start by kissing the tips."

Bucky began to picture it. Tony, the tease that he is, would give them both butterfly kisses before licking them like a popsicle.

"Slowly he'll take us in his mouth, but we won't fit all the way. Not with both of us."

Despite being a size queen even Tony wouldn't be able to fit both his mates huge dicks fully in his mouth. That's okay though, his talented hands can take over where his mouth can't.

"Bobbing his head up and down, maybe he'll graze us with his teeth."

Bucky moaned. He always did like friction a light touch of teeth gave.

"Sucking and squeezing. He doesn't notice our knots. Should we knot his sassy little mouth."

"Yes, fuck!" Bucky cursed as he felt his release. His hand was covered with Steve's cum.

Steve chuckled from his side of the bed. His own hand perfectly clean.

That's when Bucky noticed how sticky he was.

"What the fuck Steve!" Bucky cursed.

At some point Steve had taken off his pants but denied Bucky to do the same. Now it was like Bucky was a teenager again.

Steve laughed at Bucky's threats, checking his phone for the notification that just came through.

Actually, whatever you did today do it again on the 15th. We have a meeting with those stubborn fools from the Departments of Energy and Human Services that day.

For today's payment I got Tony to change into his red lace thong under his pants. He will be there soon.

"Bucky we're getting dinner and dessert when Tony gets home."

#this is bad #i'm sorry #stuckony #tony don't even got to be there to get his mates hot and bothered #meanwhile said mates makes sure he's marked in more ways than one #pepper is also a bad influence when she gets the nice business deals #lemon

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carsonian · 9 months

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stony prompt: blind date au 🥰 thank you!

SOOO this is a Modern, No Powers AU where Steve and Tony are on everyone's favourite internet shitshow, "The Button", but sideways. Because maximillian shenanigans must be had. Thank you anon for the prompt! <3

I Can See Clearly Now The Blindfold's Gone on AO3 | 3,559 words | Rated M

"Alright, one of you needs to step away." Vision intones. He's been working through more polite iterations of that for the past few minutes but apparently, artificial intelligence has a limited patience, too. Point being, he's managed to inject a hell of a lot of judginess into his latest, pleading request.

Steve can't see Tony—duh, they've got blindfolds on—but at this point in the date, he reckons he knows the man well enough to know that he's too stubborn to step away. Too fucking bad for Tony; Steve's undeterred. His grade school teacher would back him up here, wrote it right there in the report herself: "undeterred pleasure to have in class". And class isn't over.

He clenches his jaw but refuses to cross his arms. Even if Tony can't see him, there's no need to look defensive in front of Natasha and her camera crew.

"The date can not continue if one of you doesn't step away." Vision repeats.

"I guess this date's out of time." Tony's voice is dripping with the restrained manic of a man with his hands inches from a prize. Steve knows better than to celebrate early. He knows the difference a few inches can make; he learned that in high school.

"That's. . . not how the game works." The pause in the sentence is a sweet touch, Steve'll admit, but it's an artificial intelligence. Emphasis on artificial. Because that's what all of this is. Artificial.

Alright, alright, here's the behind-the-scenes footage that didn't make the cut.

Natasha had emailed him with a date, time and location. The subject had read, "REMEMBER YOU OWE ME FOR THE NUDE PAINTING CLASS". Helpless to the truth of that, Steve had shown up and realised he was a guinea pig for a social experiment Natasha was conducting as part of her many pet projects.

An hour later, he found himself seated in front of cameras with a blindfold secured on his face, an obnoxious button by the name of "Vision" on the table and an even more obnoxious guy seated opposite him.

To his credit, "Tony" didn't start off too obnoxious.

"I work in tech." Tony says.

(Somewhere, Sam Wilson shoots up off the water bed, takes the cucumbers off his eyes and says, "That's a red flag.")

"Oh." Steve says, "I work in art curation."

"I never got art."

"I guess it's not for everybody." Steve replies, "Like technology."

". . .Well. Everyone's got a phone."

To his discredit, it didn't take long for Tony to verge into obnoxious territory, and it all just spiralled away from then on.

"Well, hypothetically, if they were in a position to help the aliens, I don't see why a piece of paper telling them otherwise should stop them. Not if they're genuine heroes." Steve argues.

"But the point is that it's not just a piece of paper." Tony protests, "It's legislative infrastructure—"

"Legislative infrastructure? You're just making up convoluted terms—"

"I'm sorry, I forgot I was talking to "like, an artist, man"."

"I'm from Brooklyn, I don't know where that accent's meant to be from but it sure as hell ain't—"

"Oh my god, Brooklyn. What is Brooklyn but hipsters and overpriced cafes?"

Vision tried to intervene multiple times to move the conversation towards a more positive topic, but each new tidbit from the other's profile only served to ignite further miscommunication and disagreement between them. In short: they kept rubbing off against each other in all the wrong ways.

"Did you know Steve served?" Vision offers.

". . .Like, looks?"

"No, the army."

"Of course he did." Tony mumbles.

"What's that mean?" Steve asks.

"It means thank you for your service." Tony says brightly.

"Sure it does."

"Tony describes himself as a philanthropist?" Vision tries.

"Amongst other things." Tony clarifies.

"Of course you describe yourself as that." Steve says.

"What, you got a problem with philanthropy now?"

"Sure, I got a problem with rich people giving away money as a tax write-off and then calling themselves philanthropists."

"Why do you assume I'm rich?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe the entitlement?"

"Bold words from someone who feels entitled enough to pass judgement on someone they met ten minutes ago."

"Like you're not doing the same."

"Oh, fuck off, hypocrite."

"Language!"

"Wh-aow. You sure you were in the military?"

"You sure you're not the charity case?"

All that to say, the newfound silence between the two of them is a snuffed, deafening thing.

"Can I confirm that neither of you are willing to press me and step away from the table?" Vision obviously doesn't deal with awkward silences well.

"By all means, Tony." Steve says.

"Feel free, Steve." Tony volleys.

Spiritually, they're in a staring contest. Physically, Steve feels like an idiot schmuck wasting his Saturday afternoon away in Natasha's studio.

"Then, without further ado, I'd like to offer my sincere congratulations to the two of you for winning the all-expenses paid date."

"What?" Steve straightens.

"Pass." Tony says at the same moment.

"That's the point of this game, if you two can recall anything from before your effusive debate about Star-titled enterprises." Vision says.

"Star Wars." Tony says.

"Star Trek." Steve hits back.

"That and much more can be discussed between the two of you on an all-expenses paid date. In a galaxy far, far away from here." Vision says.

"I'm not doing that." Tony insists.

"Can I take the blindfold off?" Steve asks.

"Go ahead." Vision says.

Steve hears rustling opposite him as he drags his blindfold off his face. A few moments pass where he's just blinking through the glare of the studio lights and when he finally looks up, he immediately makes eye contact with Tony just as the man's blinking his own eyes open.

A goatee that should look hopelessly outdated. Dark hair curled over his ears. Brown eyes outlined with visibly thick lashes. The kind of lips that promise trouble.

I'm in trouble, Steve thinks.

The realisation hits like a sucker punch, like the deepest injustices writ true, like assuming life's given you lemons and opening the basket to find limes. Steve stares at Tony, gobsmacked, and it's that very inability to look away that has him hurtling right on to another realisation.

The brown eyes he's been struck by are looking at him with the same cocktail of emotions Steve's trying to swallow down.

The realisation that the guy they've each been fighting for the past ten and change, the guy they've managed to get on the wrong side of for every fucking point that's come up—

That guy's hot.

Tony's lips curl in self-contained disgust and Steve feels his own eyebrows flatten in irritated reflex before they both lean forward, and in a show of coordinated, petty competitiveness, slap a hand down on the button.

"First." Tony huffs triumphantly, and the smug smirk suits him a little too well. Steve wants to bang him like a fucking screen door in a hurricane. He wants to churn him like butter. He wants to choke him on his dick. He wants to ask him if he really doesn't like art or if he just had a bad teacher. He wants to slap that smirk off his face and soothe the sting with his lips.

". . .Whatever." It's a weak response and the brunet recognises it as such, head slanting the faintest as he considers Steve.

"I wasn't red when you pressed me. So that doesn't count, which you'd know, if either of you were paying attention to the briefing." Vision's voice is as flat as an AI can get, "You can both go on your date now."

"The date that's not happening, you mean?" Tony asks, "That date?"

"It's happening." Natasha crosses her arms, and why on God's blue Earth—the sea levels are rising and Steve's rising to meet 'em head-on—does it not look defensive on her? She's staring at Steve with enough heat for him to consider that maybe global warming's her fault.

"Been an awful lotta greenhouse gases around since youse was born." Steve says unthinkingly.

"What is wrong with you?" Natasha asks.

"I meant that you're full of gas." Steve makes a quick recovery, "It's one thing to have me cover for the participants of your social experiment not showing up but it's altogether another thing to make me go on a date with a guy I don't even—"

"I saw you staring at his ass." Natasha points out, "And then I saw you shake your head."

"Why'd he wear such tight pants?" Steve hisses.

"As I believe you Americans say," Natasha pauses dramatically here, and it becomes pretty fucking obvious where Vision got his theatrical sense of timing from, "If you've got it, flaunt it."

"He doesn't got it." Steve lies.

"Isn't English your first and only language?" Natasha points out, "How the fuck are you so bad at it?"

"Je parle—"

"Yeah, you parlay all over the place." Natasha cuts him off, "And yes, you're going, Steve, because I didn't tell you to go all Stevie Rogers on him and refuse to step away just to make a point that didn't even make sense."

"The point was that the one who's being a prick should step away." Steve says.

"Then by all rights, both of you should have stepped away." Natasha says, "The tension was insane. I can't figure out if you two have brilliant chemistry or are just a failed chemistry experiment."

"And this is your way of finding out?" Steve asks.

"No, Steve, I could care less about what happens with you two. I just need to follow up because our methodology included a post-date debriefing for every couple that didn't press the button on each other. Which, if you remember, was what you both didn't do. Et voilà, you have a date."

"Ugh." Steve rubs a hand over his face, "You swear this isn't a longwinded way of setting me up with someone?"

"Would I do that?" Natasha asks.

"Uh, yeah?" Steve answers with the same tone a person would answer the question: is the sky blue? Which is to say he spoke with a certainty wavering only because the question's obvious to the point of redundancy. Like just. Look up. Natasha's texts to Steve.

"Then I guess you'll never know the real me." Natasha uncrosses her arms, "'Cause I gave up on your love life after you passed on Carynne."

"I didn't pass on her."

"You literally said pass!"

"Yeah, as in pass the fucking salt. Jesus, we were at my ma's for dinner, Natasha."

"The timing was suspicious. Auspicious, even." Natasha shakes her head, "Now listen, come on, just go get burgers, don't kill him, and then a few weeks later, wax poetic about how you can't get to know anyone in a meaningful way during a ten minute game designed to artificially heighten your sense of alienation."

"Aren't you tampering with the experiment?" Steve points out, "Tellin' me all this?"

"It's a social experiment, Steve. Everything's staged."

"So." Steve attempts once he's had two bites of his cheeseburger, "How'd you get involved in this experiment?"

From across the table, in a scene both familiar and new—the light in this diner is a lot less forgiving than in the studio, and also, Steve doesn't have a blindfold on—Tony watches him carefully.

"Uh, Bruce. He designed Vision? Or well, we did." Tony's index finger scratches a nervous line against his ear, "Uh, we were actually designing this AI for—a class." Tony shrugs swiftly, "It didn't take but the core code was solid, and Bruce ended up repurposing it for this."

"I guess you're kinda like the estranged father, then." Steve says unwittingly.

Tony's cheeseburger stays lofted halfway to his mouth, a single raised eyebrow levelled at Steve.

Alright, Rogers, commit or quit. Steve takes a sip of his jumbo coke.

"Y'know, 'cause Bruce ran off with the kid." Steve explains.

The raised eyebrow lowers, meets its companion in the middle in a furrowed expression.

Then, almost abruptly, something softens. Steve's not sure what exactly but he watches it ripple over Tony's face as the man goes, "Guess I'm taking after my father then."

The snort is natural, and Steve covers it up with a hand, surprised at his own reaction.

When he dares to look over again, Tony's eyes are practically twinkle, twinkle, little star-ing at Steve.

"You know," Tony starts after a few moments of weighted silence wherein they pretend they're not sneaking looks at each other, "I wasn't trying to insult art."

"You did a good impression of it, then." Steve says.

"I just," Tony scrunches his nose in uncertain thought, "I don't really get how certain paintings have more value than others when there are some that are obviously much easier to make. Like, I could totally make—"

"A Jackson Pollock?" Steve interrupts, raising his eyebrows in a silent "gotcha" when Tony startles, "Yeah, I know. Point isn't that you could do it. Point is, you didn't."

"But that doesn't explain scale." Tony returns.

"Art's not about—" Steve rubs a hand over his mouth, "Here, look. There're measures people use to try and quantify a piece's value and sure, some of it even makes sense, but the point—the point is how it makes you feel. What emotions it stirs in you. How it challenges you."

"And what if it doesn't stir up anything?" Tony asks, "'Cause I got four contemporary art pieces in my apartment I feel nothing but the vaguest pleasantness for, and the only challenge is figuring out how much maintenance they need."

"Two things." Steve picks up a french fry, "Either you're not looking deep enough, or you're not an art person. Actually, three things. Why do you have four art pieces at your apartment if you're not into art?"

"I have a convincing assistant." Tony says before leaning back, "Also, y'know, some people just aren't art people."

"Nah. I bet I could persuade you over to the dark side." Steve says.

Tony squints his eyes at him. "Not a Star Wars guy, huh?"

"I never said I wasn't a Star Wars guy." Steve corrects, "Just that Star Trek was objectively better."

"Huh." Tony picks at his cheeseburger wrapper, "So, upon review—I don't actually hate art. You don't actually hate Star Wars. That's two things we got wrong."

"You hate the military?" Steve asks.

"Yeah." Tony says, "Sure."

"You. . .hate soldiers?" Steve checks.

"No, I don't hate veterans." Tony catches on, and then smiles down at his cheeseburger, "You really don't know who I am, do you?"

"Well, I'm not gonna be taking back the entitled thing anytime soon." Steve says, mostly in a murmur to himself except he doesn't adjust the volume or nothing. So it's really just something he says.

"Tony Stark, as in Stark Industries?" Tony clarifies, and then raises his eyebrows in a mirror of Steve's own surprised reaction, "So, no, I don't hate veterans, and if a camera is put in front of me, I'll even say I don't hate the military complex."

"You're Tony Stark," Steve breathes out, "Huh."

"Turn off?" Tony asks.

"Not anymore than you not being into art." Steve says.

Tony swipes a hand over his mouth, hiding the pleased twist of his lips from Steve as he flits a quick, restless glance around the diner.

"We really got our wires crossed, didn't we?" Steve asks.

"Well." Tony shrugs, looking back at Steve, "I usually just cut the wire."

"How's that work out for you, normally?" Steve asks.

"Eh, hit or miss." Tony leans forward, folding his hands together over the table, eyes uncharacteristically solemn as he proposes, "Do you wanna go back to my apartment and fuck?"

"Yes." Steve answers readily, "Will you let me try and explain the art pieces to you?"

"Ah. So it's like that?" Tony asks, a touch of appreciation in his voice.

"It's like that." Steve decides.

"Is this another dashing facet of your personality?" Tony asks, "Leaping without looking?"

"It's called a leap of faith." Steve says.

"How's that work out for you, normally?" Tony echoes.

"Hit or miss." Steve echoes in return.

". . . Okay." Tony says, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully, "I will let you explain the art pieces to me. . .if we can do a Star Wars marathon for the second one."

"Someone's assuming." Steve says, "Second one, huh?"

"If you're as easy in bed as you are on the eyes," Tony shrugs, "Why not?"

"Okay, smart mouth." Steve says, leaning back, "Lucky for you, that's my type."

"You know, I totally thought this would end with a hate fuck." Tony says, taking a sip of his coke, "This is much nicer. I like a good cuddle after, you know? Stay in bed," Tony takes another sip, "Do the daily crossword and whatnot."

Steve licks his lips before saying, low and intense, "Okay, you're gonna stop sucking that straw so obscenely and finish your coke so that we can get outta here and back to your place."

At that, Tony takes off the lid and straw, and downs the remaining coke in one easy sip. The notch of his throat as he swallows is just as obscene as the blowie he'd been giving the straw. When Tony puts the cup back down, the smarmy look on his face tells Steve that he knows it too.

Yeah, Steve's gonna have to fuck him.

A decent chunk of time later, Steve finds out that Tony wasn't lying about enjoying a good cuddle after sex and also that one of the four paintings Tony's interior designer picked out is genuinely trite.

"So, not all art is good art?"

"Are all AIs Vision?" Steve volleys against Tony's temple.

"No, most of 'em are Ultrons." Tony sniffs, stroking a finger down Steve's forearm.

"Ultrons?"

"It was the name of our first attempt at an AI." Tony explains, "Shitshow, that one."

"Why was it a shitshow?"

"Pft." Tony mumbles against him, "Tons of reasons. It's a long story."

"Well." Steve says, "We got more than ten minutes. And no button in sight."

"Well, alright." Tony says, "So, uh, it was two years ago, and. . ."

"Not just a pretty face, am I?" Steve asks a little later than that. Tony's crossword app is still open on the bed.

"Mm." Tony screws up his eyes at him, "A pretty face with a pretty dick."

"Pretty brain, too?"

"Yeah, you're no Brooklyn hipster. And besides, I fumbled over the manufacturer for one second." Tony rolls his eyes, "I'm a genius, you know."

"Yeah, yeah, whatsit? Genuis, billionaire, playboy—"

"—philanthropist." Tony finishes with a touch of irony, "Thanks."

"Vision's a shit wingman." Steve says.

"Oh, absolutely." Tony thunks his head against Steve's chest, "I mean, why would he bring up that I was a "guns aficionado" after you said that your least favourite part of basic training was the shooting?"

"We were set up." Steve says.

"Soooo set up." Tony says, "But, you know, I'm also an asshole, so. Putting that out there."

"It's fine, I can be a dick." Steve shrugs it off.

". . .Aw, we fit." Tony says.

"Whaddya—oh." Steve turns his gaze heavenward, "Hey, where'd that button go off to?"

"How do you think the blindfold and button affected your ability to connect with the other person during the blind date?" Vision's voice is cool through the button.

"Well, firstly," Steve sends a shiteating quirk of the lips—he's not a grinner—Natasha's way, to where she's standing behind the camera, "It's difficult to have a meaningful connection with someone in just ten minutes, especially when the independent variables are designed to enhance feelings of alienation."

". . .And what about you, Tony?" Vision asks.

Sitting across from him, Steve's partner offers a shiteating grin—he's a grinner—to the camera.

"Oh, I think it was fabulous." Tony says.

"It seems you still disagree on many topics even after commencing a romantic relationship." Vision says.

"Not everything." Steve points out.

"What topics do you agree on?" Vision asks.

"Politics, surprisingly," Tony lists off, "TV shows, not surprisingly. Cutest animals, obviously—"

"Sex positions." Steve pitches in.

Tony snaps his fingers at Steve, "Yes, that's crucial. Thank you, honeypot."

Steve winces before leaning forward to admit, "We disagree on appropriate pet names."

"So it really wasn't on purpose?" Bruce asks. They're reviewing the footage from the interview, editing down the more inappropriate aspects at the behest of the SI public relations team.

"I'm a human, Bruce," Natasha drinks from her coffee mug, "Not some manipulative mastermind. How could I have predicted that Steve and Tony would get together? They're totally different on paper. I mean, Tony's all digital, you wouldn't even find him on paper."

"An HTML document, maybe." Bruce thinks out loud, "Huh. I guess opposites really do attract."

"Chemistry." Natasha squints her eyes, "Riiiight."

"Hey, I'd call this experiment a success." Bruce says, putting his hand out for a high-five. Natasha brings her hand up and brings Bruce's hand down.

"That's because you haven't looked far ahead enough." Natasha says, "You don't realise that we've just put the most argumentative, polarising individuals we know into a relationship. For a social experiment."

"Oh." Bruce turns faintly green. "Oh, shit—"

"Hit." Steve says.

"Total hit." Tony agrees.

And if they can agree on that? Then the rest's all lemons.

#my writing #my fics #stevetony #prompt fill

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Top 5 fics you’ve read this year?

I was meant to answer this forever ago and now that ao3 is back I will celebrate by finally answering (ik you sent me this at the end of last year but forgive me I finally have a laptop now and getting the hang of links!) Also my dumbass has only recently started bookmarking and I was late af making an account so I'm in the trenches trying to find these rn, some ik by memory because brainrot anyway..

Endgame, Not Checkmate by @geekymoviemom I could write an essay on how much I LOVE this fic, this was a gift for moi for the 'a second chance' mini exchange and this fic is all I could've dreamed of I highly recommend, its beautiful well written my heart does flips just thinking of it, absolute FAV, this is my canon now, the healing I needed, God is real I know because this fic exists. Read this it's for your own good, ok?

this charming man by @imperialstark THIS FIC consumed my entire brain and everytime it gets updated it ramps it up again and I get mega stony brainrot, one might say I'm obsessed ANYWAY, its still being updated and its the highlight of my day week whatever when it does, very much recommend if you love a bratty young Tony Stark, hot as fuck, 90's, and just ugh the exploration of Steve's emotions, just the way both of them are written is chefs kiss dude just read it, this definitely tugs at my heart and is also a lot of fun chefs kiss 10/10 already, author makes me feel all the feelings.

this love came back to me by meidui a lot of feelings for this one as it was one of the first stony fics I read and probably the first one I truly fell in love with, massive soft spot for this one and ugh I just love it, they're so soft and AGH, big big sucker for the canon divergence endgame because yes this is just how it should've gone and yes this is how it did ok! Just beautiful I love them, I love THIS! READ IT

Love Bites by @cowboyhorsegirl oooooo I love this one, also a massive sucker for biting :)) ok sounded very vampiric of me anyway this is just beautifully written and aaaa I'm reading this again and its making me feral all of it just ALL OF IT its gorgeous intimate beautiful just fucking read it okay I am terrible at these summaries and if you've made it this far you already know but yeah, this is all the feelings i love packaged nicely in a fic 10/10 nice B)

choke on me by @imperialstark yes this author has ruined my life(in the best way) anyway last but definitely not least ho ly shit do I love this fic, again one of the first fics that made me fall in love with stony fics and here I am now! Writing is just magnificent I can FEEL these characters feelings man this is just so good, still being updated so more to come guys please just fucking read it its so beautiful, it gets me in my feelings so hard, Steve and Tony are written so well, this fic absolutely captivates me!! The dialogue, the BEAUTIFUL writing the gorgeousness of it all AGH PLEASE read this my silly summary gives absolutely no justice I swear this is one of the best things I've read chefs fucking kiss 1000/10 highly recommend

ok ik you only said 5 but I found some more favs on my journey of finding the fics I love so v quickly i recommend

Paradise Blue in 1872 by @cowboyhorsegirl beautifully written, love love, love. Religious symbolism and pining and ugh short sweet and beautiful. Brilliant relationship study! GOD I'm in my feels again.

speak novels like beat poetry by meidui MASSIVE MASSIVE sucker for Steve's brooklyn accent in fics holy shit yesyesyes and this is just perfect I'm in love, very sweet very AAAAA i love

This is my first reclist I hope I didn't fuck it up bc its so late here right now and- oh shit the sun's just come up, check out all these authors they are so talented and yes there is pattern here I love to be absolutely crushed knocked down and swaddled nicely, I love fics that make me feel so hard man and these writers are amazing, makes me love this fandom youre all very talented dude it inspires me sm

don't let my dumbass rambly summaries fool you these fics are genuine works of art pls I am so in love

#asks #i ramble but i just love these #i suck at summaries which is part of why i put this off for so long #I LOVE LOVE #and everything in between #fic recs #fics #anon #stony

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Eilis and I met about six months ago. Nancy, George, Eilis and I went to a fancy restaurant that night. We had a really lovely dinner in our home town, Enniscorthy.

That night was the first time I met Eilis. She was a little bitchy and I believed she hated me that night. Although Eilis was an evil that night, she isn’t that bad.

Eilis is one caring human being. She knew that my parents moved out from Enniscorthy, so she came at my place sometime. She brought one or two cookies.

Eilis is one smart figure. She worked in a famous department store named Bartocci in Brooklyn. And right after she worked, she went to a night class in Brooklyn College. She graduated from the class excellently.

Eilis is one talkative person. It was that one tea party in my castle. My parents asked me to invited her. Eilis was being Eilis. She shared everything she had on her head. And somehow my parents liked her the moment they first saw her.

Eilis is one visionary woman. She will passionately tell you about her plan becomes a Bookkeeper. Or maybe about her dream becomes an Accountant, one day.

Eilis is one good dancer. It was that night when we were out together. She said that she didn’t like dancing. But, from the way she danced that night. I knew that she was born to be a dancer.

Eilis is so addicting. She has that one adorable giggle with her cute Irish accents, that you will never get enough to listen.

And,

she is beautiful.

Let me tell you : Eilis Lacey is one beautiful Irish lady.

She might looks the same with any Irish woman, with their famous red hair. But, come and see her beautiful green eyes. Once you see them, you will never get enough of them. Also, look at her skin. She has bright skin, that yellow and red looks super good on her. And check out her beautiful red lips, that you might want to kiss right after you see it.

Eilis Lacey is one perfect woman. Too perfect, that is why

I let her go.

For good.

•••

“Jim Ferrel! Come here, Jim.” George called out from the stage.

I walked the stage and smiled awkwardly to the audiences. I tried to looked everywhere but her. But, I couldn’t.

I looked at Eilis. She stunningly wore that wedding dress. So fancy yet so fit with her. Eilis wasn’t noticed me because Tony was kissing her forehead. And she looked so happy.

“Hello. I’m Jim. Jim Ferrel. I want to say lots of thing. But, I hate public speaking. So, i’m going to end this toast quickly,” I paused.

I looked at Eilis, and her two beautiful eyes were on me. She smiled innocently at me.

“Eilis and Tony, congratulation on your wedding.” I said and raised my wine glass to the newlyweds.

Eilis and Tony smiled, then clinking their glass. I looked at Tony, he smiled and raised his glass at me.

“You married the right person, my fella. Take care of her.” I said and walked off stage—kept all the unspoken words inside.

— N.

Eilis, I love you and

I let you go.

#brooklyn #saoirse ronan

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ao3feed-stony · 1 year

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Gray Hair's

by Honeybunlover

The excruciating pain came out of nowhere. One moment I was conversing with Pepper by my locker, and the next thing I knew, 'Captain America' punched me square in the nose. My eyes water as I fall to the floor trying to shield my face from his punches. Steve Rogers continues firing punches a crowd assembles around me. I hear Pepper screaming, “Get off! Someone help me! ” The kids are laughing and as I lay still on the floor I wonder what I did wrong... - The Avengers is a group that stops bullying and promotes a bully-free school, and Tony Stark is a 15-year-old boy who has a reputation and is targeted and judged by them. Due to a misunderstanding, Steve Rogers, the leader of this group, becomes a bully himself. After Steve and Tony have a heart-to-heart Steve realizes that Bucky was right Tony Stark was absolutely incredible.

Words: 1133, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Young Avengers (Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Howard Stark, Original Female Character(s), Nick Fury, Jarvis (Iron Man movies)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Teen Tony Stark, Teen Avengers, Teen Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Abusive Howard Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Hurt Tony Stark, Alternate Universe, Highschool AU, High School, Gay Male Character, Gay Tony Stark, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers, Polyamorous Character, Avengers Family, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Romance, Misunderstandings, Misunderstood Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Heavy Drinking, References to Drugs, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Teen fic, Awkward Crush, Teen Crush, Abused Tony Stark, Pining Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Mean Steve Rogers, at first, Tony is 15, steve is 17, Bucky is 17, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Artist Steve Rogers, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, POV Tony Stark, Bad Parent Howard Stark, Italian Maria Stark, Italian Tony Stark, Brooklyn accent, Tony Stark Speaks Italian, bucky hits Tony, Steve hits tony, Steve misunderstands, but - Freeform, steve loves bucky, Bruce Banner has anger issues

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47344156

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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stony-ao3-feed · 1 year

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Gray Hair's

Read it on AO3

by Honeybunlover

Words: 1133, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Young Avengers (Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Read it on AO3

#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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themculibrary · 2 years

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Different AU Jobs/Professions Masterlist 2

part one

Alone in the Bitterness (ao3) - Lissadiane bucky/clint G, 16k

Summary: “In which Bucky is a nurse and Clint is his favourite (and most frequent) patient.”

All This Time (ao3) - InterruptingDinosaur steve/bucky T, 8k

Summary: Bucky can’t wait for the holiday season to be over. December only brings more students into the library which means more shelving work for him. However, when someone starts leaving Bucky gifts, he starts to change his mind.

A Sweater too Ugly (ao3) - rainysea bucky/clint G, 2k

Summary: Bucky works at his family's yarn shop.

Clint wants to knit a sweater.

Barnes Family Motors, Inc. (ao3) - phlintandsteel bucky/tony E, 68k

Summary: In a world where alphas legally own omegas, Bucky is just a small time mechanic from Brooklyn who gets lucky in a poker game. Tony is an omega whose life is fraught with abuse, until his luck suddenly takes a turn for the better.

In the grand scheme of things they may only be able to make little differences in the lives of those around them, but that doesn't mean it's not worth making them. After all, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

During Business Hours: A Filthy Coffee Shop AU (ao3) - samanthahirr steve/bucky E, 25k

Summary: Unemployed artist Steve takes a job managing the worst coffee shop in Brooklyn, where the floors are greasy, the coffee beans have expired, the espresso machine’s been sabotaged, and the owners might be Russian Mafia. But the job comes with a few perks, like a generous paycheck, reasonable hours, and one super-hot customer whom Steve can’t resist having dirty, filthy, bad-idea sex with in the bathroom.

Steve is pretty sure this job is going to kill him. But what a way to go….

Euphoria (ao3) - Purple_ducky00 bucky/tony, steve/sam M, 7k

Summary: Tony hasn't gotten a massage in so long, he forgets how they work. But he IS sure of one thing - one isn't supposed to fall in love with their massage therapist... right? Right?

Everything I Do (ao3) - sidekikcs steve/bucky M, 2k

Summary: Bucky works at the docks in Brooklyn. As the only source of income for him and Steve, he'll do just about anything to make sure Steve is okay.

Hands (ao3) - my_unlikely_hero bucky/steve/tony M, 4k

Summary: Tony works at Stanes auto shop. Steve and Bucky are his loving boyfriends. Blackmail is involved

happy the hard way (ao3) - vvhymack steve/bucky E, 12k

Summary: Pre-serum!Steve works at a coffee shop where post Winter Soldier!Bucky is a regular.

he said, i’m a dirty rascal and i’m here to teach the king (ao3) - livingtheobsessedlife bruce/thor G, 7k

Summary: “Excuse me, good sir!” The stranger says, much too loud for a library but oh god he has an accent too, and Bruce can feel the blush spreading over his cheeks, “I require assistance!”

“I’d be happy to help,” Bruce says, his voice cracking just a tiny bit, “What can I do for you?”

Ignore the Story and See the Soul (ao3) - MarcellaBianca steve/bucky E, 43k

Summary: Steve Rogers is doing great. He survived a tough childhood filled with illness and childhood asthma to become the owner of a lucrative "box" in Brooklyn, New York, alongside his best friend, Sam Wilson. He also works as a freelance artist and is slowly finding success in that side of his work. Overall, life is pretty awesome.

And then he gets dragged to a yoga class, and a man with a full tattoo sleeve and a devastating smile just might upend Steve's great, normal life.

Or - the yoga and Crossfit AU literally nobody asked for.

make you mine (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: In which Bucky is dared to ask Sam Wilson out, but Sam catches on before Bucky even has a chance.

Misdemeanor (ao3) - Avaaricious steve/bucky G, 14k

Summary: Based off this tumblr post by peterssquill:

Some cop, unlucky enough to pull over Captain America of all people: Sir um could I see ur... uh... license?

Steve Rogers someone who never bothered to get one: ....no

not just a coffee shop (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor peter quill/sam G, 1k

Summary: Peter Quill is the new barista at Sam's coffee shop. Things start off rocky, but it doesn't take long for Sam to change his opinion.

Something to Someone (ao3) - Andrea1717 bucky/steve E, 94k

Summary: At twenty four Steve is living a life he loves. Working at the hospital with his childhood best friend Natasha. Living in an apartment not far from his mother in New York City.

One day at a night shift he gets an unusual task: watching a patient all night who refuses to talk to the police. A male sex worker who was almost killed by a client.

It’s a person Steve never thought he would see again. It’s Bucky Barnes.

PLEASE READ THE NOTES!!

The Sound Of You And Me (ao3) - myracingthoughts bucky/wanda M, 92k

Summary: Wanda Maximoff never thought she’d be standing in this line. The one that put her one step closer to a stage —one of the biggest in the world, in fact— as she auditioned for the musical television showdown that was Instant Star.

So, imagine her surprise when she gets paired with one James Barnes as her on-screen mentor. The one mentor she’s honestly never heard of before.

And with his attitude, Wanda kind of wished she could have kept it that way.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #au #jobs #jobs masterlist #masterlists

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ao3feed-stevebucky · 1 year

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Gray Hair's

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bH9B5L2

by Honeybunlover

Words: 1133, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Young Avengers (Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

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abrooklynboy · 1 year

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 - Stella Rogers

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――

FULL NAME. Stella Rogers

NICKNAMES. Steve

ALIAS(ES). Captain America, Nomad, Commander Rogers

SEX. Female

HEIGHT. 6'0

AGE. Verse dependent; born in 1921 (616)/1918 (MCU)

ZODIAC. Cancer

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Irish, Russian, Yiddish, Italian, Polish, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Japanese. Has been learning Arabic, Farsi, Pashto, Kurdish, and other languages.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――

HAIR COLOR. Dishwasher blond

EYE COLOR. Blue

SKIN TONE. Fair

BODY TYPE. Tall, solid, muscular, athletic. Compares to a powerlifter body. Pre-Serum: skinny as a rail, hunched spine.

VOICE. Brassy, loud, bright. Plays up proper American English as Cap but chooses to use her homey New York accent on her own time.

DOMINANT HAND. Right, ambidextrous thanks to the Serum.

POSTURE. Disciplined, straight. Doesn't loom unless she needs to. Pre-Serum, she had a hunch in her spine and tended to be as tall as she could.

SCARS. None, post-serum. Some childhood injuries pre-serum.

TATTOOS. None

PIERCINGS. None

BIRTHMARKS. None

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURES. Tall, masculine face

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ――

PLACE OF BIRTH. Lower East Side, New York

HOMETOWN. LES/Brooklyn, New York

SIBLINGS. One brother who was stillborn (canon is wobbly if Matthew ever existed and this is the easiest option).

PARENTS. Sarah and Joseph Rogers

A𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ――

OCCUPATION. Art student, freelance artist, clerk, US Army soldier (PVT, CPL, CPT), Avenger, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

CURRENT RESIDENCE(S). New York.

CLOSE FRIENDS. Bucky Barnes, Nick Fury, Jim Hammond, Namor, Toro Raymond, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Sharon Carter, Natasha Romanoff, Logan, Clint Barton.

FINANCIAL STATUS. Sometimes struggling, sometimes well-off

DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes

CRIMINAL RECORD. Yes

VICES. Hates throwing things away. Beer and gin or whiskey. Occasional cigarette.

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ――

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Lesbian.

LIBIDO. Medium.

TURN-OFFS. Fakeness, gossip

LOVE LANGUAGE. Art, physical affection (hugging, holding hands, sparring, massaging). Quality Time.

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Adores Sharon Carter.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ――

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. TBD.

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Baseball (listening or catch/batting practice). Sketching/Art. Dancing.

MENTAL ILLNESSES. PTSD, those anger issues.

SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Fluctuates. Feels like a freak and not what the Army wanted. Determined to remain true to herself and not going to change who she is.

Tagged by: @murder-popsicle

#a brooklyn butch #asked and answered #headcanon

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floatingpetals · 3 years

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You’re a What Now?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: nothing. Literally nothing.

Word Count: 1600+

Summary: Sometimes Bucky’s girl is just a little, tiny tiny oblivious and doesn’t realize who she’s talking to. And sometimes she can say the darndest things.

A/N: Lol I don’t even know about this one. This has like little to no plot, just something that popped into my head and my brain went YESSSS WRITE IT. I also got a few wonderful donations from people and that motivated me to get something written. I hope you all enjoy this entirely random story and the special guest star!

The bell chimed as Y/N walked through the door, the fresh smell of coffee and sweet cookies hit her nose. The baristas behind the bar greeted her, all three working on what looked like a heavy load of orders set up on the counter. It made sense, the place was jam-packed with people.

Y/N was supposed to meet up with her long-time boyfriend, Bucky here but she was a little worried there wouldn’t be enough chairs for them. Nearly every seat was taken up by someone, whether there were others on dates, few catching up on their reading, or people diligently doing their work on their computers.

She ordered herself a drink and turned around to face the rest of the room, chewing on her lower lip. She caught sight of a table with three chairs tucked towards the back, two empty chairs. The third chair, however, had a man comfortably reclined in the seat with a book in hand. Letting out a nervous breath, Y/N shuffled her way through the crowded coffee shop to the back.

Anxiously shifting in place, she cleared her throat.

“Excuse me.”

The man glanced up a slight smile on his face at the uncertainty on Y/N’s face.

“Yes ma’am?” He greeted her softly, accent a little thick.

“Are these seats taken?” She gestured to the seats next to him. “I’m sorry, I’d usually not intrude on someone’s space but as you can see, it’s a little more crowded than I expected.”

The man smiled wide and shook his head, gesturing for her to take the seat.

“No, please. Have a seat.”

“Thank you!” Y/N sighed in relief and sank into one of the plush chairs. A barista appeared with her coffee and set on the table. The man gave her one last grin before turning back to his book.

Y/N’s phone buzzed in her purse and she dug it out as she sipped on her coffee.

Sweets 🧁💕 – Gonna be a little late. Steve and Tony are getting in an argument about movies again.

Y/N giggled at the text, picturing the argument the two grown men had about Jurassic Park last week, and sent him a quick ‘k!’. Pulling out her book from her bag, Y/N snuggled into the cushions to wait for her boyfriend.

Bucky grumbled under his breath, making his way through the crowd as he exited the subway station. He was supposed to be in Brooklyn thirty minutes ago, but Steve and Tony HAD to get into an in-depth discussion about Inception that Bucky just had to resolve. Luckily, Sam wandered in completely oblivious to what was happening in the kitchen and Bucky quickly tapped him in.

It wasn’t every day Bucky got the chance to see his girlfriend outside of the tower, she wasn’t an Avenger so their schedules didn’t line up nearly as often as he would have liked. By the grace of God, Y/N was completely understanding of his occasional missed dates because of a mission and the few days where there’d be nothing but radio silence from him. The amount of patience this woman had when it came to him and his mess of a job was endless. Even when it was because his teammates picked the weirdest fights with each other. He adored her completely for it.

He made it to their little coffee shop and was mildly surprised it wasn’t nearly as busy as he’d think it would have been. There were a few empty tables, but still enough people that it gave it a homey feel. He spotted Y/N towards the back, speaking animatedly with someone at a table. Bucky frowned, squinting at the strangely familiar back of a man’s head. He bypassed the checkout, curious to know who she was talking so excitedly with.

She caught sight of him coming up behind the man and beamed up at him.

“Hey, Buck!” She welcomed him warmly.

“Hey baby,” Bucky mumbled softly, eyes on the man.

The man twisted in his seat, a wide smirk on his face accompanied by a twinkle in his eye that made Bucky’s stomach drop. Oh no.

“Sargent Barnes.” The man- T’challa greeted. “It’s good of you to finally join us.”

Y/N blinked, surprised the man she had been chatting with for the past half hour knew her boyfriend. Well, if the annoyed and exasperated look on Bucky’s face meant anything.

“Wait… You two know each other?” She blinked.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh but T’challa was quick to interject.

“Yes, he and my sister were known as the terrible duo back home.” He teased, winking up at Bucky. Bucky grumbled and shuffled off to the counter, deciding he needed a cup of coffee to deal with this.

Not that he wasn’t excited about seeing T’challa, the other man was a close friend of his. But he knew that look. That look meant T’challa had dirt on him that he was willing to use against him at some point.

I gotta figure out what those two were talking about before I came in.

“Sister?” Y/N perked up, excited to hear more about him. T’challa grinned and nodded.

“Yes, my sister Shuri. Barnes and her would get into the most ludicrous trouble together. My favorite story is when they dyed half of the goats bright pink.” T’challa chuckled. “The herd was terrified of each other. We had to shave most of them when the baths to get rid of the color didn’t work.”

Y/N snorted and glanced over to Bucky fondly.

“Sounds like something Peter and he would do.”

“You know Parker?” T’challa asked, slightly surprised. Y/N however was equally stunned.

��Yes?” She frowned. Bucky sank into the empty seat beside her, passed her one of the two coffee cakes he bought. “How-Alright, I’ll bite. Just who are you?”

Bucky snorted. “Really babe? You don’t know T’challa?”

T’challa didn’t seem slightly upset she was oblivious to who he was. He found her confusion positively hilarious. He settled further in his seat, smirking wide.

“I-? Am I supposed to?” Y/N asked, gasping softly. “Oh-I’m sorry! That was rude!”

T’challa waved her off, chuckling softly.

“That’s quite alright. I like not being recognized from time to time.” He answered with a shrug and reached for a newspaper sitting on an adjacent table. He passed it off to Y/N, still grinning wide. Gingerly, she took the paper and read of the page he gave her.

“Students Cook and Serve Grandparents?” Y/N read aloud, thoroughly confused. A startled laugh exploded from Bucky, he shaking his head and flipped the paper over. Cheeks burning, Y/N mumbled a soft thank you and read the headline “King of Wakanda, T’challa, and Princess Shuri to speak at United Nations.”

Right below the large font was a picture of the two in question, Shuri standing beside her brother, the same man sitting across from her.

“Y... You’re a…king?” Y/N squeaked, her mind going through the last half-hour discussion.

“I am.”

Bucky, now with his coffee, sipped while watching the slow realization starting to creep across Y/N’s face. She pressed a finger to the bridge of her nose and inhaled deeply.

“Wait. So you have a crown and people you’re in charge of?”

“More or less.” T’challa shrugged, enjoying every second of this.

“And you’re in a coffee shop in the city because….?”

“I enjoy things like any normal person. It helps too that there aren’t many people that know every visiting dignitary currently in the city.”

“Oh my god.” Y/N groaned, dragging her hand down her face. “You’re fucking’ royalty and I spent the past half hour talking about my collection of ‘do not disturb’ signs from hotels and miniature chair collection.”

Bucky huffed, laughing through his nose in amusement. Of course, she’d brag about those collections to anyone that would listen. It was pretty extensive and impressive he might add. He should know, half of the signs came from him. It was a little quirk of hers he adored and if him giving her the signs from the number of hotels he stayed in for a mission made her happy, he’d gladly supply them.

“Yes, you did and I would rather enjoy if you finished the story where Barnes got into an argument with the older lady at the flea market. I believe you were cut off around the part of him throwing his ID card in her face when she tried to play the ‘elders’ card?” T’challa said, his smile stretching across his face. He shot Bucky that look again, like an older sibling that had embarrassing ammo to tease him with. And boy was it.

Startled, Bucky choked on his coffee, coughing up his drink. She told him what now?!

“What?!” It was Bucky's turn to get embarrassed. He turned to Y/N, eyes wide. “Of all the stories to tell a stranger, you pick that one?!”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. It’s a great story, babe.” Y/N shrugged. She turned back to T’challa, embarrassment forgotten in the wake of her story. “So like I was saying-.”

“Nope!” Bucky interjected, standing up abruptly, his face bright red. That day was not his best moment and he did not want to relieve it again. His chair skidded back, the screech echoing in the little coffee shop, causing Y/N to jump. “We gotta go. T’challa. Great seeing you again. Come on babe.”

“Wait but my cake-.” Y/N whined. He didn’t care, nor give her time to take it with her. He grabbed her arm and started to drag her out of the shop.

“It was good to see you too Barnes. And to meet you as well Y/N.” T’challa laughed, entertained at seeing Bucky so flustered at waved as they left. “If you are at the tower later, you can tell me all about the story later.”

Y/N giggled and waved back over her shoulder. Bucky groaned.

“Absolutely not!”

“I’ll even show you the pictures of all signs he picked out for me!”

“Y/N!”

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acourtofsnakes · 3 years

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A Helping Hand - Bucky Barnes x Reader (f)

(Gif: @sebastianruinedme )

Summary: After a stressful week, you try to wind down with some personal time but nothing quite hits that spot. And a certain Super Soldier may just be more than willing to help you.

Warnings: 18+ Smut - Masturbation/toys, Oral (f receiving), fingering, neck play, arm/hand kink, dirty talk, a faint Dom theme if you squint, swearing – honestly, Bucky should just be a kink in himself.

Word count: 5k+ words full of hot playtime.

A/N: This is just filth, to be honest. I was feeling a certain way after watching episode 3 of TFATWS and seeing that scene with Bucky cleaning his hand and… ideas happened, and this was born. There’s not really a plot… simply enjoy.

Smut under the cut!!

Permanent Taglist: @greeneyedblondie44 @mamacitapascal

Part 2

There was something to be said about the advancement of toys in recent years.

There were hundreds of them. All different types. For all different things.

Rabbits, waterproof vibrators, pulsating and pounding ones, ones that felt like oral, handsfree vibrators, remote control vibrators – the list went on.

You had a lot. Tucked in a drawer of your dresser in a pretty box that just made you go all tingly in the knees every time you saw it.

You were proud of your collection.

And boy, did you love them.

They never let you down, ever.

But unfortunately, tonight was just not one of those nights.

It has been a tough week.

Not only had you taken a beating in training yesterday, but you were also late for an appointment across the city, which resulted in being yelled at by Fury.

You really regretted decided to help him when he needed it.

There wasn’t a lot going on lately, so you offered to help Fury when he needed it.

Usually, you were on his food side.

Yesterday, not so much.

Everything seemed out to get you, and after the shit show of the week, you just wanted to treat yourself. So, you’d holed yourself up in your room on your floor of the compound, had a long, luxurious soak in the bath, and then decided to work out your anxiety and tension with one of your many, many friends.

And for the first time in a while, they just weren’t hitting that spot.

Literally.

You groaned, throwing the third toy - this one a rabbit that was one of your most trusty companions - on the side of your bed.

For the last forty minutes, you’d been dancing between three different toys and your fingers.

You’d tried being on your belly, your side, and your back. You’d even tried a pillow.

But nothing was the right pressure on your clit, no toy or finger felt deep enough inside, and you couldn’t hit that spot inside without getting a wicked cramp in your wrist that forced you to stop.

You sat up, every nerve in your body wound to a knife edge, leaving you frustrated and tempted to throttle someone.

Or get someone to throttle you.

Preferably whilst pinning you to a wall... or a desk.

Or anywhere really.

You just needed something, anything to get out this frustration and give you the release you’d been desperately chasing all night.

It wasn’t even a case of hovering on the edge - you couldn’t even get there. The fire and heat just stayed a kindling ember in your belly, and never reaching that explosive fire.

After getting up and downing a measure of whiskey whilst watching the rain, you decided to try a last-ditch attempt with a different toy.

This one was a curved vibrator, with a thicker rounder head for supposedly perfect pressure on your g-spot.

Simple, straight forward.

Surely, if none of the others had done it, this one finally would.

After settling back on your bed, you took a little more care this time, even going as far to light a few candles to add an ambiance to the room rather than have it pitch black with the sounds of the rain.

You worked yourself up this time, building it slowly, teasing yourself with brushes of your fingertips over your throat and breasts, setting your skin ablaze.

You pushed yourself to the edge a little, and then worked over with your vibrator.

Until ten minutes later, when you literally launched the vibrator across the room and it hit the wall with a resounding thud, that echoed your hiss of frustration. “Fucking hell.”

A shit week, a shit day, and you couldn’t even fuck yourself well enough to be able to wind down and get some sleep.

There was a sudden knock and then Bucky’s voice echoed through your bedroom door. “Darlin’?” There was a slight hint of his Brooklyn accent peeping through at the end, stirring something within you.

You startled, sitting bolt upright and your head snapped to the door, “Bucky?” You had the good sense to lock the door, but still. He was right there.

His shadow moved beneath the door, and you realised he was leaning against it, “Is everything alright? I heard banging.”

Well, no not really. I’ve been trying to get myself off for the last hour and nothing appears to be working and I’m sitting here naked whilst you’re the other side of my door calling me Darling in that ridiculously hot accent that shouldn’t even be that hot. But hey, apart from that, everything’s great.

You slid off the bed, padding across the room after dropping your toys back in their drawer, glaring at it as you passed. You slipped a robe on before making your way across the fluffy rug to the door, “Yeah, I’m okay...” You unlocked the door, tugging it open.

Bucky was leaning against the doorframe, all broad shoulders, long lines and soft smile.

His searing blue eyes were instantly locked onto you, a smirk playing on those gorgeous lips.

He cocked his head, standing there with his arms crossed, and you noticed that for once, he wasn’t wearing any gloves. Just a simple long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans that hung sinfully close to his hips and... no boots. Just socks.

Like he’d taken his shoes off before waking into your apartment.

Ever the gentleman.

His arm was bare, the soft light of the hall bouncing off of the black vibranium and sparking the gold. You’d always loved his arm. The sheer power of it, the way you’d seen it shatter a man’s ribs instantly and tear through a brick wall like it was made of glass. The same hand that tickled behind the ears of a stray kitten in Prospect Park and test the ripeness of plums at the market.

You wanted that hand around your throat.

Eyes the colour of the Arctic sea roamed over your body, from your slightly mussed up hair to the flush along your neck that disappeared in the dip of your dressing gown. “Mm... are you sure about that?” He tilted his coyly, a smirk playing on his lips and you had a feeling this expression had been one of the trademarks since the 40’s.

You narrowed your eyes at him, more than aware that he was seeing far more than you wanted him to, “I’m fine.” You turned from the door, leaving it open for him to come in, “How comes you’re up on my floor, anyway?” You peered over your shoulder at him as you padded across the room to the drinks cart.

Yes, there was a bar on your floor, but why couldn’t you have a cart in your room? Tony hadn’t even needed to ask when designing it.

Bucky walked in, his footfalls silent like a cat, that training never quite leaving him, “I couldn’t sleep. No nightmares, just restless.” He added the last part quickly, in response to the concern that tightened your expression.

It was nothing unusual, Bucky coming up here to your room.

You often found each other after nightmares or rough days, seeking comfort and distraction from the darkness that lingered.

Some days and nights, you went out, needing an outside diversion from the thoughts.

Other times, you stayed in, watching films, talking, training or just... sitting quietly, knowing that the other persons presence was enough protection and reassurance. Words weren’t needed… just company.

You handed him a drink, plopping down on the end of your bed and you watched him sink into the couch opposite, “Anything you wanna talk about?”

Since everything with the War, Bucky was working on fitting back into a routine, into ‘normal’ life - or what could be considered normal for people like yourselves.

He was undergoing his mandatory therapy sessions, and they seemed to be helping him.

He was back in contact with Sam, and the pair even worked a few jobs together now and then, even if they did bicker like an old married couple - it provided great entertainment when you tagged along.

He leant back on the couch, settling his left arm across the back. He always looked at home on your floor, relaxed, like his mind could shut off a little. “Nah, I’m okay... Thank you though.” He shot you an easy smile again, one that he probably hadn’t used in.... decades. “What about you? Why are you up so late?”

Mimicking his shrug, you kept your expression neutral, making sure your eyes didn’t drift to that certain drawer, “Rough week. I was reading to try and drift off.”

“Mmmhm...” Bucky’s hummed response told you instantly that he did not believe you one bit. “What were you reading? Cosmopolitan’s best guide to toys?” That shit eating grin graced his face and he motioned gracefully with his left hand... to the corner of the room.

The vibrator you’d launched was sitting on the floor, nestled in the rug, the soft mint green silicone practically a beacon.

Okay.

Okay…. So. There were two ways you could respond to this.

Either play it off, deny it and change the subject.

Or…

Turning back to him, you shrugged again, “Oh, I’ve read that back to front. And made a few additions myself.” You cocked your head, a faint flutter in your belly as you awaited his response.

The barest flicker of surprise danced across his beautiful, rugged features before dissolving into something confident and smouldering. “Well, it looks to me like their guide isn’t true to review tonight. Something tells me you’re having a little bit of trouble.” His voice had begun to lower into a deeper, the natural roughness of his voice coming out.

It stoked that fire within you, warming your blood and curling low in your belly.

“And if I was? What would you suggest to help?” It was almost impossible to remain sitting still as the atmosphere folded and changed. There was one obvious route to your back and forth… and you wanted it.

Wanted… him.

And if you were honest, you had for a long time now. There was just something about him that you’d always been drawn to, a simmering tension that settled whenever you were together.

Bucky rose from the sofa in a fluid movement, walking toward you slowly, casually, but with the grace and prowl of a wolf eyeing up its next meal – you.

And fuck, you wanted him to devour you.

He slid his hands into his pockets, feet silent on your wooden floor, “Well… I would say that as wonderful as your toys may be… they’re just that. Toys. They can’t… feel what you like.” His eyes burned through you with each of his steps. “They don’t hear the noises you make when they hit the right spot. They don’t get to see the way your body reacts, the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip because it feels overwhelmingly good.”

He was close enough for you to smell his cologne, and that only added to the growing wetness between your thighs as his filthy, beautiful words.

Bucky stopped in front of you, removing his left hand and touching his fingers to your chin to tilt it up to face him, “They can’t know the little things… the deeper angle, that extra finger or sweep of the tongue… they can’t make you so wet that it runs down your thighs and they can’t make you arch off the bed as you shatter into starlight…” He sighed softly, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “I’m afraid they just… can’t make you come the way a real person could.” He applied a little pressure to the underside of your chin, and you rose to your – unsteady - feet instantly, putty in his hands.

Holy fuck, Bucky Barnes had a mouth on him.

Your teeth had indeed sunk into your lower lip, and your breathing had grown shallow. It was an effort to keep your thighs firmly locked together… Because you were just as wet as he had said.

The dark flame in his eyes told you that he knew the reaction you were having to him. He brushed a cool thumb over your lip, then tugged it gently to free it from your teeth and at the same time, he leant his head down to your level, “They can’t make you come like I can, darlin’.” This close, his warm lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice reduced to a husky rasp that only further drew out that Brooklyn accent.

The soft moan that left your lips was almost pitiful, but you didn’t care, “Shit.”

You breathed the word, earning a deep chuckle in your ear before Bucky pulled back, only enough to see your face, “You want me to help you? Give you a helping hand?” His words were low and seductive, but he was looking between your eyes, making no more moves until he knew you wanted this.

If you changed your mind, he would leave right now, and say no more about it.

That very thought pained you.

Something had always hovered between you both… and maybe now was the time to let it out. You shared a few kisses on nights out and he had featured heavily in your fantasies night after night, wishing your fingers were his, the toys were him….

You met his eyes, your own clear and sure and you kept that gaze as you parted your lips. Then swept your tongue along his thumb and tilted your head down just enough to take it between your lips. The vibranium was smooth, cold and it felt oddly delightful on your tongue. “Make me come, Bucky. Prove to me you’re better than the toys.” Your voice was low with need, a soft pleading note for him there as you gazed up through your eyelashes.

The Arctic blue of his eyes deepened to near midnight, his pupils blowing out as he watched you talk around his thumb, your tongue sweeping over the metal and he almost purred, “Oh, baby, you won’t need toys when I’m done.” And then he was on you.

He gently pulled his hand from your face, instead placing it lightly around your neck, the heavy metal settling on your collarbones and that alone drenched you.

He looked between your eyes, checking one final time and then his mouth was lowering onto yours, his lips warm, plush and ever so inviting. Instantly, he licked a teasing line along your lips, which you would have parted for him without the request.

Bucky’s tongue slipped past your lips, sweeping against yours in hot strokes as he explored every corner of your mouth.

He tasted divine, and even more so when his thumb lightly tipped your chin back and he traced the tip of his tongue along the roof of your mouth, licking over the ridges and showing you exactly what that tongue could do.

A groan left your lips, and you slid your hands up his arms to those shoulders, those gorgeous broad shoulders that all you wanted to do was dig your nails into them and use for support as you rode him.

A deep curl of delight and joy was unfurling within the heat in your belly, because you needed this, needed more of him and his hands and his tongue and his words… and you were finally getting it

Hell, he had only just started kissing you and you already could have fallen apart just from that.

“Why have we not been doing this all the time?” Was the only thought that your already fuzzy mind could come up with as he pulled away slowly from your lips, only to begin pressing hot, open kisses against your jaw that were all teeth and tongue. He seared a path to your neck, kissing all over until he found that particular spot that made you whimper and arch into his body.

Bucky laughed low against your neck, the sound vibrating, “Oh, baby, you were struggling, weren’t you? I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already a mess…” He used his hand on your throat to tilt your head to the side, before biting at your skin, sweeping his tongue over the hot and sucking a deep mark there.

A slight whine rippled in your throat, fingers pulling as his shirt and your chest pushed against his, the firm heat of him making your nipples tighten, especially when he pushed into you.

Bucky slipped a hand between your bodies, tugging at the cord of your dressing gown and it slipped from your shoulders, leaving you bare and open to him.

He licked down your neck, his tongue smoothing over the shape of your collarbones and then down your sternum to your breasts. He butterfly kissed the soft flesh, then almost delicately sucked at your rleft nipple, lifting his vibranium hand to squeeze the other, “So beautiful…” He mumbled it half to himself, his dark mussed up curls soft against your skin.

One of your hands trailed up the back of his neck, slightly tangling in the hair at the base of his head and you pushed your chest further into his mouth, “Tease.” The word was a soft gasp, your eyes closing in pleasure and your lips parting.

He chuckled, pulling back to blow a cool breath on the wet skin, watching your nipple harden and then he moved to give the other the same treatment, “Oh, I’m a tease, am I? I can stop if you like.” He grinned around the delicate skin, just slightly grazing his teeth as he tugged your nipple and then he continued his trail of kisses down your body, slowly sinking to his knees. “I don’t think you’ll ask me to stop though, darlin’.” His right hand grasped your ankle, and then he ghosted warm fingertips up your leg, past your knee and then pausing at your inner thigh, at what he felt there, “No. No I don’t think you’ll ask me to stop at all.”

The cocky bastard grinned once more against your stomach, before dipping his tongue inside your belly button.

“Bucky…” You couldn’t hide the whimper in your voice, nor the way your hips rocked forward in a plea. It was almost painful how much you needed him to touch you, needed to feel his lips and his tongue.

“Shhh, baby, I know.” His hands slipped up your waist, as soothing as his gentle coo against your belly button and then he brushed his lips lower and lower… and then finally, he pressed a soft butterfly kiss to your pubic bone.

A low groan tore from his throat, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he saw you, swollen and positively dripping for him, “Oh, darlin’, look at you…”

The sheer desire and awe in his low voice caused heat to flush along your cheekbones. You weren’t shy by any means, but the almost primal admiration in his voice was something you’d never heard before, the pure want and desire to make you feel good and worship you.

Bucky admired the sight before him for a single moment, before lifting his eyes to yours and then he dove in, immediately devouring you like he was starving. His deft tongue slipped through your slick folds with ease, and he moaned again at your taste, at your smell, everything.

He pressed his tongue flat against you before sucking at your clit, with such an intensity that you almost choked. It was a simple movement, but it shot electricity through your body and made every single nerve stand on end.

He let that coil of energy begin to build, and then he licked back down, his hands sliding down to palm at your ass cheeks before digging his fingers into your skin, pulling you in further so he could bury his nose against your clit and his tongue – fuck, his tongue pushed inside of you, hot and heavy. It just felt so, so good, his nose putting pressure on your bundle of nerves, his tongue pumping inside you.

Your hands flew down to his hair, winding through it to keep him there, keep him doing that, to keep him fucking you with his tongue, “Buck-”. You weren’t sure what you were begging him for, only that you just needed to say his name, needed to do something.

Your hips began to rock in time with his thrusts, and you became aware of it only when Bucky’s muffled moan reverberating through you.

He liked it, no... he loved this, that you were grinding against his face as his tongue worked inside you, tasting parts of you no one else had ever gotten right before.

“Fuck, Bucky, keep doing that – I’m-” You cut off with a high moan, your head tilting back as you rocked into him faster, chasing down that high that was so tantalisingly close. It hadn’t taken long, you were so worked up from your failed attempts that you were already there.

Bucky’s began to lick and suck you with new fervour, his head moving in time with the jerks of his hips, feeling the way your walls were tightening around his tongue. His fingers dug harder into your ass, and you felt the silent command almost, Come.

And you did.

You cried his name out to the sky, every nerve in your body winding to near painful tautness before you shattered on his face, your first orgasm ripping through you.

Bucky didn’t stop, working you through it and drawing it out further and further as he lapped up every single drop you gave him, moaning himself like it was the most tantalising thing he had ever tasted.

He stopped only when your grip released on his hair, the sensitivity of your nerves almost painful, your legs shaking like crazy and he lifted his hand from between your thighs, his lips and chin glistening. He rose from his knees, nudging you back onto the bed and instantly crawling up your body, “You have no idea how good you taste.”

You whimpered slightly, catching your breath as you watched him crawl up you, eyes burning like sapphire fire, his tongue licking slowly over his lips as he savoured you. Words were beyond you, desire still coursing through your veins and you were a little in awe at how quickly – and hard – he had brought you to your first orgasm.

Bucky grinned devilishly, “That won’t be your last.” He lowered his mouth back to yours and as you tasted yourself on him, you grew instantly wet for him again.

His body brushed into yours and you felt how painfully hard he was through his jeans, the sounds and taste of you getting to him of course.

Your fingers had barely brushed against his restrained length when he shook his head, nipping at your lower lip, “Oh no, baby, this is all about you.”

You ignored him, palming him through his jeans and he moaned lowly before his eyes flashed, his hand suddenly back on your throat and he moved his hips away so you couldn’t get to him. “I said no.” It was almost a snarl, “This is about you. Not me.” His hand tightened just slightly around your throat, making it that little bit harder to breathe and your eyes rolled back at how delicious it felt.

It was a huge kink for you, the idea of someone – of Bucky - taking control, being in control of your body even it was just for a little while. You didn’t need to think or do anything. Only feel and be at the mercy of his touch.

You relented, legs falling open for him and you tilted your head back, searching for his lips.

Bucky granted you the kiss, a slow, languid kiss at first that was all simmering passion and tangling tongues, the taste on you still lingering on his lips.

He palmed your breast again, tugging and squeezing the flesh until he scratched his nails lightly down your ribcage and belly.

Yes, yes-

He wasted no time, no more playing and his fingers slipped lower, circling over your clit with a delicious pressure that had you instantly moaning into his mouth.

He toyed with your clit a little more, before gathering your wetness and then sinking two fingers inside you, pushing all the way into his knuckles, then drawing back out slowly.

As he withdrew, you moaned long and slow into his mouth and he began a steady rhythm. Pushing and curling his fingers inside you a few steps, then circling and pulling at your clit, ever so subtly switching it up with each pass so you couldn’t predict what he would do.

It felt amazing, but… there was something still missing. It still wasn’t quite enough to send you over that final edge… it wasn’t what you’d been fantasising about.

No, it was his left hand. That dark, golden vibranium hand that was currently seated around your throat.

The knowledge of what it could do, the sheer power in it that could easily crush your windpipe or shatter your jaw with a single flick of his wrist.

That is what you needed.

Those cool, powerful fingers inside you, working you over – that was the best toy.

It was like he could read your mind somehow, or the way your body sung to his tune. He lifted his head, looking down at you with those searing blues and he cocked his head, a slow grin lighting his gorgeous face, “Oh… This-” he scissored his fingers inside you, stretching your walls and ever so slightly brushing up against that spot, “isn’t quite what you want, is it, darlin’?”

Holy Christ, he was going to destroy you before you even got what you wanted.

You looked up at him, panting, hips rocking to the slower thrust of his fingers and you shook your head.

Bucky swore softly, panting himself and he squeezed your throat once before lifting his fingers, “You want these, don’t you?”

Instead of answering him, you ducked your head, taking his three fingers into your mouth and immediately gliding your tongue around them, up and down in slow, dirty strokes.

The effect was instantaneous. Bucky’s hips jerked slightly against yours, his mouth parting as he watched you suck his vibranium fingers, hollowing your cheeks, eyes rolling back in your head like… like it was something else entirely.

He groaned, swore again and then almost ripped his fingers from your mouth and from between your legs at the same time.

Your entire body mourned the loss, feeling empty, clenching around nothing but mere seconds later, he plunged those three vibranium fingers inside of you, slick with your saliva and how unbelievably wet you were.

It stung a little, but only added to the feeling as your hips rose off the bed, “Shit, shit-”

They felt… like the best toy you could ever imagine. Smooth, cold, and hard enough that you could feel every faint ridge of the joints as he slid them in and out. You reached out, grabbing his arm with one hand and the bed with the other, needing something to hold onto as instinct took over. Your hips rode upwards, back arching as you rocked his fingers in deeper, feeling them in your spine almost. It was better than you could have imagined.

Bucky dropped his head to your chest, spreading his mouth over your breast and his other arm slid over your hips, pinning them to the bed so you were forced to take it. “You wanted this, baby… You take it.” He bit down on the soft flesh of your breast before smoothing his tongue over it again, working an alternative rhythm to his fingers and thumb again, so that your brain couldn’t keep up with which one to follow. It knew only the waves of fire singing through your veins.

Time may have very well dissolved, because you could only feel pleasure, tinged almost with pain.

The thick, hard stroking of fingers as they stretched and wrecked you.

The circling, hard-soft-hard pressure of his thumb on your clit.

The bite of his teeth on your breasts, neck and chest, followed by the wet press of his tongue.

The way he couldn’t help his hips slightly rocking against your leg.

This was almost like a fever dream, expect your brain couldn’t have come up with something this mind melting. Not even if you were really, really worked up.

The noises in the room were absolutely sinful. The unrestrained cries and moans from your lips, Bucky’s groans and his filthy words, the wet pump of his fingers inside you – it was obscene, filthy and completely, painfully mind-blowing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Bucky, please-” You had no idea what you were begging for, but every single nerve and muscle in your body was coiling tighter and tighter, your hips jerking against his arm as he pinned you down, forcing you to take this, to feel everything he was doing with no relenting. Tears were beginning to blur your eyes and the pleasure he unleashed upon you was almost painful.

Bucky somehow moved his fingers harder, deeper, the ability of the tech in his arm allowing him to do so, “Let go, baby, come on, let it go for me..” He dropped his head, biting down on your neck and he pressed his fingers against that spot inside you, flicking your clit with his thumb and then it all just snapped.

Waves and waves of hot fire flooded your body, dragging you up to the stars, further. It ripped the air from your lungs, made you half scream his name in a never-ending prayer.

It just didn’t stop.

Bucky kept moving inside you, drawing out every single second of your mind-shattering orgasm, letting go of your hips so you could grind them into his hand. “That’s it, baby… Look at you, so beautiful like that…” His praise spurred you on, making you feel almost like a goddess as you flooded his hand.

He stopped only when you slumped back onto the bed, sucking in deep breaths as you tried to piece yourself back together.

Better than toys indeed.

A little while later, you stirred from a light dose to see Bucky lounging on your couch again, cleaning the grooves and metal of his fingers with a soft cloth.

The sight of him concentrating, taking such care and detail with the clean-up, the cleanup from the mess you had made, had you instantly wet again. “Bucky.”

He looked up, hearing the low thrum to your voice and a smirk crossed his lips.

You had a favour to repay for his helping hand, after all.

#well #that happened #i am not sorry #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #arm kink

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Moment In Time

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Just when you've gotten out, you’re given a reason to come back.

Warnings: Might be some mild language.

Chapter 2

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“Oh no one is judging you ya big doofus.” You trail a finger along the shiny metal surface, looking at your tinted and distorted reflection.“ Just think it’s a little unnecessary.” Looking up at Tony, you smile.

His brown eyes roll, a hand grabbing onto the roof of the sports car to assist in pulling himself out.“ There’s nothing unnecessary about having options.”

A snort of a laugh falls from your lips as you walk to the next car.“ Yeah sure. If that’s what you want to call this.”

“Half of these aren’t even mine.” He defends himself, hanging the keys up along with the other sets.

Pursing your lips you point to the car you’re in front of,“ who does this belong to then?”

“Natasha.” He answers, taking far too much delight in the way your challengingly cocky attitude drops.

So you decided to hang out for a while, see a couple floors and let Tony explain some things to you as he liked to do, then head home. But you’d found a reason to stick around. Or, better put, Tony found reasons for you to stick around.

You’d go to a floor, take in the sights, the tech, and listen to the man ramble on about the functionality of the floor. Around floor five you were ready to head out but Tony claimed you couldn’t see the medical floor and not go to the labs. And you couldn’t see the labs without seeing his workshop.

This reasoning went on and on until you found yourself in the garage. The sun had set a few hours ago, lights automatically flicked on inside the tower and the seemingly day to day sounds of the tower went away.

It’s quiet now, save for you and Tony talking and him occasionally starting up the cars.

You can’t lie and say you don’t enjoy hanging out with Tony. You’d always enjoyed your time with him, his actions and ideas unpredictable and so genius from the moment he learned to talk. But you also can’t lie and say you weren’t getting tired. A low, dull, rumbling started in your stomach not too long ago from the lack of food since this morning.

Making a bit of a show of looking at the last car, a sleep silver Audi that you know belongs to Tony, you check out the interior and make comments on the exterior. Then over exaggeratedly, you yawn and stretch your arms out.

“Alright T. It’s gettin late. Think it’s about time I head home.” You tell him, walking over and gently dropping your hand onto his shoulder.

He chuckles softly,“ Y/n, what kind of friend would I be if I let you go all the way back to Brooklyn while you’re tired and clearly hungry?” He pats your hand on his shoulder,“ you know Maria didn’t raise me that way.”

It takes every ounce of willpower to not toss him somewhere so you could leave. But you know it’s been some time since you and Tony actually hung out and while he definitely has some ulterior motive to this, his persistence gave it away, you oblige him. Your reasoning is that you know the food will be good.

What you aren’t expecting, however, is to find the entirety of the Avengers sitting around the living room on the main floor. Unlike the other floors that were quiet, a low chatter fills the space and a clanking of cutlery to ceramic plates.

With Tony’s arm around your shoulders, you’re guided to the tables lined with food that looks delicious. Tony obviously has some private chefs around here.

“Um, am I crashing some type of party or bonding time?” You ask him as he starts to pile food onto his plate.

“No,” he smacks his lips and waves you off,“ not really. We just eat together. Cap says it strengthens the team and all and I pay for the food so everyone comes. I’m sure they’ll be glad to have you.” With an almost devilish smile, he puts a bread roll on his plate and turns away.

Your narrowed eyes follow his retreating form. Sighing and shaking your head, you grab a plate, put a little of everything on it, then head over to the unoccupied bar.

Before you sit down to eat, you grab one of Tony’s expensive bottles of liquor off the top shelf. Pouring yourself a glass, you walk around the bar, catching the eyes of a couple members of the team before you sit down.

As you eat and drink, the laughter and banter of the team behind you erasing the silence of the room, you can’t help but remember the numerous times you’d had the privilege of being around your friends like that.

* * * * Flashback * * * *

With a friendly smile you push your chair out and stand up, walking over to the kitchen doorway. Reaching forward you grab the glass dish from the woman’s hands.

“Careful it’s-”

You nod and smile,“ I know. I’m fine.”

Marie’s eyes squint at you and she nods in understanding as she remembers. Patting your arm she turns back to the kitchen right before Jarvis comes out and follows you to the table.

Whispering a quiet ‘excuse me’ to Ana, you reach around her to place the dish on the table, then refind your seat across from her. The second your butt touches the seat two sets of eyes are on you.

“Y/n please tell this buffoon how ludicrous his invention sounds.” The angelically accented voice of your close friends says. You swear you can feel her gaze burning into your temple.

You look over at her, opening your mouth to speak when Howard cuts in.

“No Y/nn, tell Margaret that this is genius. It’s revolutionary!” He exclaims and your eyes widen a little.

Face morphing into an expression of offense, Peggy turns to look at Howard and they start bickering again.

Smiling amusedly, you lean back into the chair, making eye contact with Jarvis’ wife An from across the table.

Both of you shake your heads, An chuckling softly just before Jarvis comes to sit beside her.

“Howard,” the man looks up at the stern but sweet tone of his wife.“ That’s enough honey.” She gives a smile that matches the sweetness of her tone.

The Brit beside you snickers and you lightly smack the side of her leg with the bag of your hand, muttering a quiet,“ relax.” Which results in her huffing and crossing her arms, sending a glare at Howard that she fixes just as Marie sits down across from her.

Despite having been bickering since long before now, the Agent and Philanthropist waste no time in playing nice over dinner. Alongside them, Marie, An, Jarvis, and yourself have one of many very entertaining dinners. Laughs exchanged between all of you.

* * * * Flashback End * * * *

You’re yanked from the memory when a heavy weight lands on your shoulder.

Tensing up, you prepare yourself to fight whoever it is but you quickly remember that you’re in the Avengers tower with earth’s mightiest heroes. The chances of this being an attack are slim.

Still slightly tense, you look over your shoulder at the owner of the hand on your body. To find America’s golden boy looking down at you.

“Everything alright?” He asks, seemingly concerned. .

You give him a small smile and chuckle softly,“ all good Captain.” You give a playfully mocking salute and he sighs instantly afterwards.

Walking around the bar, he leans on top of it with his fingers laced in front of him.“ Listen I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did on the jet earlier.”

“That’s one way to put it.” You take a bite of your food, staying silent until you swallow, then sipping your drink.“ We’re good. I know my unexpected bombing was, well, unexpected.” He chuckles lightly at your words and shakes his head.

When he reaches up to almost nervously rub the back of his neck, you know he isn’t completely sure that everything is good.

“Have a drink with me Cap.” You tell him, nodding to the shelf of alcohol behind him.

Looking from you to the drinks, he nods.“ You can call me Steve.” He tells you, putting some ice in his glass then pouring his drink.

“Well Steve,” you raise your glass to him and he gently taps his against yours.“ Feel free to call me Y/n.” You tell him, sipping your drink.

He smiles softly at you, your invitation seemingly having done the job of calming his nerves slightly. Light conversation flows between the two of you, a back and forth of questions that answers don’t hold much consequence but still shed some light on the types of people yourself and Steve are.

By the time the sun has disappeared beyond the horizon and the sky is littered with stars and the lights of every skyscraper you and Steve are well through one of Tony’s more expensive bottles of liquor. Loud laughs sound from the two of you as you joke with one another.

While the alcohol doesn’t affect either of your systems as it would someone else, the other occupants of the living space would assume you were drunk.

It intrigued more than a few of them how loose and easy going Steve is. It wasn’t as if he never had fun with them or drank, but there seemed to be something about you that brought an even lighter aura to the older man.

“It was incredible. I’m telling you,” you shake your head with a small smile of excitement.“ I wasn’t inclined to be excited about it since I was there to see the Yankees kick ass, but the Dodgers played exceptionally well.”

Steve has a small smirk on his face, nodding approvingly as he sips his drink.“ Well I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Once again you laugh, finishing your drink and leaning off of the bar top.“ Ever proud, Mister America.” You say teasingly, bringing yet another laugh from the tall blonde.

He finishes off his drink and you take a deep breath and release it.“ Welp Cap,” pushing up out of your chair, you smile at him,“ it was a pleasure chatting with you. Ever want to talk about the good ole days-”

“I’ll give you a ring.” He holds his hand out to you and you shake it firmly.

As you take up the glasses and your plate you nod a goodbye to Steve and go your separate ways, you to the kitchen and Steve to the elevators.

Setting the dishes in the sink, you turn the water on and lean against the counter as you wait for it to get hot. Just before your mind can begin to wander you catch sight of movement in your peripherals.

A smirk almost instantly pulls onto your face at the sight of the red head walking in. Her green eyes are already trained on you with a look in them that you can’t describe.

“Agent Romanoff,” you nod to her, smirk still in place.

She takes small purposeful steps closer, stopping a few feet away from you,“ you lied to us. Member of SHIELD for a while?” She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head with an overly sweet smirk,“ you founded SHIELD.”

You hiss in a breath of air through your teeth, turning to face away from her as you chuckle.“ I didn’t lie, actually. Withholding all of the truth is a different thing.” Drying the plates off, you set them on the rack to dry, the forks and cups following afterwards.“ And let’s make something very clear, I am not a founder of SHIELD.” You dry your hands and turn to her.

“Really? Cause SHIELD records say otherwise” She reasons, stepping closer.

Eyebrows raising at her further approach, you do the same. You smile softly at her and close the distance between you two, leaving just under a foot of space.“ I understand you aren’t happy with the redacted details of my history Agent Romanoff so let me clear it up for you.”

Natasha tilts her head at your words and listens intently as you continue.“ I didn’t found SHIELD. I was the first ever agent. Agent Carter and Howard Stark saved me and administered me an enhanced version of the same serum Steve took. I owed them my life and I made sure to protect them,” you falter at that, jaw clenching as a horrible memory flashes through your mind.

“That’s how you met Tony?” She asks. It wasn’t missed by Natasha. The ex-assassin could read anyone. The second she noticed the distant look in your eyes she knew something was wrong and while she was curious, something told her not to ask about that.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts and look at her.“ Was in the hospital the night he was born. Watched him grow up.” You smile fondly,“ he’s family.”

For a moment it’s quiet. Still you watch Natasha, unsure if she’s finished or not. Just when you think she’s done, you nod and head towards the door, only to stop when she speaks.

“Why did you come for us?”

Turning from the door, you look over your shoulder at her,“ I owed Nick a favor.”

Her eyes narrow at you and you give a small nod before leaving out.

Neither you or Natasha would’ve guessed that would be your last conversation for the span of the next week. While you were at the tower a few times, to drop off something you’d talked about with Steve or pick up Tony before the two of you went and hung out somewhere, you hadn’t gone inside.

She wouldn’t admit it to you but Natasha had started to wonder when you’d come back. Not only does your reputation precede itself, something about your personality intrigues her more than she’d ever been before. She wanted to see you again, talk to you again.

Green eyes look through the clear blue glass, brows slightly pinched together at the sight of you and Tony hugging. Natasha debated with herself whether or not she was going to go speak to you as Steve jogged out of the front doors and over to you, sharing a handshake and a hug.

The last thing the ex-assassin expects to feel is the little flutter in her stomach when you smile brightly.

She tears her gaze away from you, frown deeper than before. Her thoughts running a mile a minute.

When a weight drops onto her shoulder she almost flinches. Grabbing the hand on her, she twists it and forces the person to stand in front of her, slamming them into the window.

“Well damn.” You curse, using your hand on the window to push yourself off the window. A chuckle falls from your lips as Natasha let’s you go.“ Guess it wasn’t a good idea to approach a trained agent without speaking.” You say jokingly, green eyes snapping down to the smile on your lips and back up.

There’s an incredibly short pause from Natasha before she channels her usually straight expression.“ What’d you want Y/Ln?”

“How bout a smile Romanoff.” When a beat passes without her expression changing you sigh.“ I want a cup of coffee. And I want you to come get one with me.”

“Come again?” Her expression cracks slightly as her eyebrows raise slightly.

You tilt your head and smile softly at her.“ You were practically shooting lasers at me through the window. Figured either you wanted to get out of the tower or you were jealous Tony and Steve were taking up all my time.” A teasing tone wraps around all your words and Natasha instantly scoffs.

“I have no reason to be jealous of Stark or Rogers.” She says and you nod.

“I figured as much. Which means you want to get out of the tower.” You nod for her to follow you.“ Cup of coffee does everyone some good.”

Natasha watches the confident stride you make towards the door, not once looking back as you just know she’s going to follow. And she does, despite her pride telling her not to.

The coffee shop isn’t too far away from the tower so you walk. Unlike your walks with Steve, it’s silent. The redhead stays two steps behind you, not saying a word as she follows.

A burst of cool air rushes past the two of you with your first step into the coffee shop to the sound of the bell jingling above you. Smiling softly at the familiar building you walk further in.

Natasha takes into account that there are no more than ten customers inside. For a New York coffee shop it was incredibly quiet and quaint.

“Love it here,” she hears you mumble as you step up to the counter.“ Hi, can I get one medium black coffee and a large iced coffee with two creams and two sugars.” The woman rings you up and you pay. Pocketing your wallet as you turn to face Natasha.

You smile at her lack of emotion. There is no reason for you to be as grumpy and blank as she is.“ I’ve been to a lot of places but here, they have the best coffee.” You tell her.

Her head tilts slightly and you purse your lips and nod. Once again it’s silent as you wait, then you grab the coffees when your name is called, turning to hand the black coffee to Natasha.

With things going the way they are, you have an internal battle on staying here or just going back to the tower. Taking one last chance, you nod to an empty table and sit down. Natasha coming over and sitting as well.

“Look, Natasha, you can’t hate me so much that we can’t even have a coffee together.” Your tone of voice is one of confusion and slight sadness.

Frowning once again at the emotions in your voice, Natasha watches you. Green, calculating eyes and a blank expression are the only signs of how hard she’s thinking right now.

With a huff of a sigh she says,“ I don’t hate you.” She admits, face finally giving way to emotion.“ I- I barely know you.”

“Well maybe we should change that.” Holding up your cup of coffee you take a sip and tell her,“ I think if you give me a chance, I might not be as bad as you think.”

Her eyes narrow and for the first time ever, you see her crack the smallest of smiles.“ We’ll see about that.”

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yourcooladdiction · 3 years

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i didn’t have a back-up plan | bucky barnes

summary: reader x bucky break-up but nothing one of tony’s infamous galas can’t fix ;)

pairings: bucky barnes x female reader

warnings: 18+ only pls!! (smut, unprotected sex, public sex), angsty, little bit of fluff, jealous bucky, cuss words

You’re sitting at the kitchen table with your head cradled in both of your hands. Your cheeks are stained from the hour's worth of tears and for a second you are so glad you didn’t put on any mascara this morning. You hear the screeching sound of a chair pulling out across from you and you refuse to look up. You’ve been going at it for hours now.

He just got back from a three-month-long mission, and everything had been fine until he told you how long he was going to be gone this time. You couldn’t do another three, four, maybe even five months without seeing him. You’ve been together for almost two years, yet it seems like you’ve only physically been with him for maybe 4-5 months. You didn’t expect much from this relationship. You knew when you met him it was going to be hard, and if you’re being honest, you didn’t think it was going to last this long…but there was something about him you couldn’t get over. You fell for him hard and now you are dealing with the consequences. You weren’t accustomed to his lifestyle, and you knew you’d never adapt to it. Being an Avenger isn’t something you just sign up for and it’s certainly not for everyone. He didn’t force the lifestyle upon you, he never forced you to Tony’s lavish parties even though he wanted you to but he knew you’d be too uncomfortable. He loved you. You knew that. You loved him. He knew that. But you knew he deserved more, someone like him, and you deserved someone more like you, with nothing too special about them.

“You want to yell at me some more?” You ask.

“Doll...” His tone is cold and emotionless. You know where this is going. You both have known where this is going.

“Do you think we need to break up?” the words escape his lips, and you finally glance up at him.

“If that’s what you want.” You state.

His shocked response is not what you were expecting.

“What do you want? Do you want this to work? Do you love me?” His tone now filled with sincerity. Where the fuck has this been the past two hours you think to yourself. You could’ve sworn you were taking the words out of his mouth, you wanted to beat him to it. But his puzzled look is telling you otherwise, telling you he doesn’t want this at all.

“Bucky, we haven’t been doing well for so long. It’s just... it’s just not working. Our lives do not mesh together anymore. You are all over the place and I can’t drop everything when convenient for you.” You explain your decision and he sits back in his chair.

“I’ve never once expected you to ‘drop your life for me.’ Jesus fucking Christ.” His tone back to irritated. There he is. There’s the Bucky that you’ve been dealing with for the past few hours and the past few months.

“We fight all the fucking time! That’s all we’ve done for months! When you’re gone it’s over the phone or in text, when you’re here it’s in person. Nothing has changed. Nothing helps. It’s not fucking working.” Your voice cracks and his eyes begin to water.

“I... I love you, I don’t want this to end. We can work on this. I can work on this. I can tell Sam I need a break and take some time off.” He attempts to save himself and you shake your head.

“Buck – I love you but I’m holding you back. You need to be with someone who understands your world and I- I’m just not that person.” You try to fight back the stream of tears and he drops his head in defeat.

He attempts to save himself one more time as his mouth opens but nothing comes out. You stare deeply into his piercing eyes. Trying to memorize his face. Trying to memorize him.

He stands up from the table and stops beside you. He reaches down and squeezes your hand. You squeeze back and glance up at him one last time. His eyes fill with tears once more and he takes off to the door. You sit there and force yourself to stare at the now empty seat across from you. You hear the door shut and the floodgates of emotions hits. You sit there for the longest time. Tears and tears flow down your face. Your heart has found a new home in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes eventually dry up and you know that this was the right decision. It was never going to work…

You are pulled out of your poorly timed reminiscing when your date reaches out and grabs ahold of your hand,

“Ready babe?” He asks.

You force a smile and step out of the car.

You find it oh so incredibly ironic that your work is co-hosting one of Tony’s infamous charity galas. After you and Bucky broke up you landed a big-time PR job which involved working the one and only…avengers. You haven’t seen Bucky since the breakup but he had to know that you were practically working for the team by now. You had wondered how long you two could avoid each other, it was bound to happen eventually.

Nevertheless, 8 months post break up...here you are. The guy you’ve been seeing, a stockbroker on Wall Street was more than eager to be your date to this event. He wouldn’t shut up about the networking opportunity, and a chance to “meet the avengers.” Eyeroll.

You, on the other hand, didn’t want to go. You’ve been staring at the guestlist for weeks, well, you’ve been staring at one particular name on the guestlist for weeks. You’ve been racking your brain on why he would come to this event. He usually never goes to these stupid gala events, but yet he is attending a random gala…that you are in charge of…come on. You also find it convenient that he had a plus one beside his name. Of course, he does. He’s Bucky Barnes, why wouldn’t he have a date.

You and your date walk the imitation red carpet that’s laid out. You are the chair of this event so you have to pose for pictures and stop for questions. You hated this part of your job, you just wanted to be behind the scenes but unfortunately, people love you and your work, so they want to know all about you at all times.

You make it through the interviews and pull your date inside. He is enjoying this publicity a little too much. You find some co-workers/friends and push him off on them, and quickly head to the bar to get the strongest drink possible.

You order a dry martini with extra gin and take a sip.

“Some things don’t change, hm doll?”

You stand there frozen. The accent. The beautiful Brooklyn accent that you miss every fucking day. Those six words send chills down your back. The way “doll” flowed off his lips. This fucker. You take a deep breath and pray your makeup has remained in tack and your hair looks good from behind.

You slowly turn around and are met with those deep blue eyes. His hair was much shorter than the last time you saw him, but still so damn handsome. The scruff along his chin almost makes you drool because you miss the feeling of it against your skin. Your eyes make their way back up to him and he is smiling.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” You say back.

“You look...fantastic,” he smirks.

You bought this dress specifically for tonight. For this moment. You got it in his favorite color because you wanted him to see you and admit you looked good. You give yourself an internal high five before responding to him.

“Thank you, so do you.” You gesture at his tux. One of your favorite looks on him.

“I-uh-I hope that it’s not weird that I am here,” he says as he takes a step into you.

“Oh, no. Not at all. I am glad you’re here.”

You quickly realize what you said and try to recover,

“SO you can take part in the donations! The more avengers the merrier!” You laugh nervously

You idiot.

He chuckles at you and shakes his head.

“Is there somewhere more private we can talk?” He asks.

“Uh-I shouldn’t. I have to-“

“Oh right, yes, of course, you’re working. Well, maybe we can meet up before the night is over? I would love to catch up,” his voice is almost a whisper as he is only a few centimes from you. You can smell his unique scent. You used to joke that if he could bottle it up and sell it he wouldn’t have to run off and save the world every other day.

“Yeah, mhm, enjoy your night!” You respond and walk off.

An hour or so passes as you get caught talking to other donors before you can make your way back to your date. He is completely sloshed and making a fool of himself. Great. You call him an Uber and tell him he has to leave. He doesn’t take this very well and begins yelling at you. You and a few co-workers manage to get him outside as you wait for the Uber but he continues yelling at you.

“You’re just a fucking bitch! Get over your fucking metal-arm freak of an ex and you will be happy! I could make you so happy!” He says as he points a finger in your face.

Before you can respond a man quickly jumps in between the two of you and slams him into a wall

“Call her a bitch again and I will kill you, yeah?”

Your date's eyes go wide, and he runs off to the Uber as it pulls up.

“Bucky, what in the absolute fuck is wrong with you?” You yell and he chuckles.

“Really? I just helped you with that fucking asshole and you want to yell at me?”

Without thinking you take ahold of Bucky’s hand and pull him inside and off to a side room. You slam the door behind them both of you and he takes a few steps inside before turning around to face you. You cross your arms along your chest and tell yourself to be calm, give him a chance to explain himself, but as he opens his mouth you cut him off.

“What the fuck are you doing here, James?” You question

A smile splays across his face as you use his first name. He takes a few steps towards you, attempting to close the gap. You slowly take a step or two back still allowing the distance between the two of you. He smirks as he realizes what you’re doing.

“Well doll, if you must know. I needed to see you He says. His accent was thicker than before, which is a clear indicator he’s been enjoying the open bar or some Asgardian liquor or both.

“What about your plus one? Where is she, hm?” You question.

“You mean Sam? Yeah, I’m sure he’s having a great time in there.” He chuckles.

Of fucking course it’s Sam.

“Why was Sam not on the – oh forget it, we aren’t together anymore Buck, you don’t get to just show up and call me doll and pretend that everything is normal.” You sigh.

“Why not?” He asks playfully.

“We broke up, Bucky.” You sigh once more.

“Yeah and?”

“And!? And YOU walked away” You scoff

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me, doll?” His voice irritated.

“No, I’m not fucking kidding ‘you.” You tilt your head and mock his accent. His eyes narrow and the muscles in his jaw clench. You forgot how fucking sexy he is when he’s mad.

You two stare at each other for a few seconds as if you’re having a contest. Your emotions begin to overwhelm you and you feel the tears swelling in your eyes. You look down in defeat and you hear him let out a small sigh.

“Love.” His voice cracks. Fuck. You can’t hold the tears back any longer and you feel them fall down your cheek. You look back up at him and his eyes are bloodshot too.

“I fucked up, doll.” He mutters.

“Yeah. You did.”

“I know I did! I know! I should have stayed and fought for you. I know that now. I am sorry. But I’m here now. I’ve been working on this little plan for weeks now, to see you and –“

“No! No, no. You can’t do this. You don’t get to do this.” You interrupt, you wipe a tear away, and turn around to leave.

“It wasn't just me, doll! What about you, huh? You couldn’t adjust to my lifestyle yet you’ve been parading around all the other avengers for the past 8 months. Helping Tony with these bullshit galas!” He challenges.

You spin around and narrow your gaze at him.

“It’s my job.” You defend yourself.

“Yeah? I was your fucking boyfriend, not a lot of effort given there though?”

“Oh, fuck you, Bucky. Fuck. You.” You ridicule.

You both stare at each other down. Waiting for the next one to say something. You are soon questioning why you were so excited to see him tonight. Why you picked out this specific dress. Why you enjoyed it when he defended you against your douchebag date. You feel another tear fall and you quickly wipe it away.

“I should’ve tried harder. I’m sorry. I couldn’t handle the distance and I gave up on us too easily because I was scared and I’m sorry.” You finally confess.

He stares at you. Contemplating what you just said. His jaw is still clenched, and both of his hands are stuffed into his pockets. The silence is almost deafening, and you turn to leave as your heart can’t take this anymore. 8 months later and you’re still not over him. You’ll never be over him.

Bucky grabs your hand as you begin to turn and spins you back around to face him.

“Doll, I miss you. God, I fucking miss you.” He croaks.

Before you can speak his lips crash against yours. He quickly has you pushed against the wall as he deepens the kiss. You moan as you feel his tongue enter into your mouth. You wrap your hands in his brown locks and attempt to pull him further into you. He slides a leg in between yours and you moan as he grazes your sweet spot.

“Buck, we’re in public-“ you let out a raspy moan.

“I need you, please.” He groans.

And with that, you’re gone. You give in to whatever he wants. He slips off the straps of your dress and you step out of it, he takes you in as if it was the very first time seeing you. You attempt to cover yourself up, you haven’t been this exposed since the last time you were together.

“Don’t,” he demands.

He lifts your chin with his finger and places the sweetest kiss on your lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers.

“Buck, I haven’t- I haven’t been with anyone else.” You admit.

“Me either, baby. I couldn’t bring myself to think about anyone but you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Let me show you how much I've missed you."

This time the tears swelling in your eyes were happy ones. He smiles as he finally renders you speechless. He wipes the tear away and kisses you once more. The kiss goes back to heated and passionate. You reach for his belt buckle, and he groans as your hands brush up against his erect member. He pulls his bow tie off and quickly unbuttons his shirt. He slips off his pants and underwear and once again has you pushed against the door. He begins kissing down your neck as he slips off your bra. He hooks a finger into your underwear, and you moan as his hands slide down your thighs.

“You ready?” He asks

All you can do is nod as the sight of him is enough to make you come.

He hoists you up against the door and you wrap your legs around him as he slips himself inside of you.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He groans.

“Buck – Jesus.” You cry out as he fills you up. He stills as he thinks he hurts you and pulls away to check on you,

“Move, please.” You giggle and he nuzzles his head into your neck and begins peppering kisses along your collarbone.

He thrusts himself in and out of you at an unrelenting pace. Anyone else would probably be embarrassed with how quickly you’re about to fall apart but you don’t care. You’ve missed this touch for months. You’ve craved it for months. You knew you needed him again. You just needed to realize it.

“Y-you close baby? I’m so close. Fuck.” He moans.

You attempt to speak but all that comes out is a loud moan of his name. He smiles at how easily you fall apart for him. He’s always loved this effect he’s had on you. Even though you held your own, there was something about Bucky that made you putty in his hands. He knew he had to get that feeling back. He knew the second he walked out he wanted to come back. He almost did. He stood outside your door for the longest time but couldn’t bring himself to knock. He knew you’d come back to him. He knew he’d find you again and you two couldn’t help but get back together. You were meant to be.

“Fuck, I’m-“ is all you get out as your orgasm takes over.

“That’s it, doll. Let go. Fuck. I love you. I love you so much.” He praises you as you clench around his cock.

Your head spins as you see stars. With a few more sloppy thrusts, Bucky is moaning your name as he lets go inside of you. He slowly places you back down on the ground and kisses you all over.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“I love you.” You say as you lean up to steal a kiss.

He smirks against your lips and wraps his arms around your waist. You two stand there in each other’s embrace.

“Can we make this work? Can you be mine again?” He whispers

“Yes.” You smile.

“Good, I didn’t have a backup plan if you said no.” He smirks and you laugh.

“Let’s get dressed. I’m sure everyone heard us.” You roll your eyes.

“Hey that’s never bothered you before,” he teases.

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