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incorrectquotesmcu · 3 days
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Kate: Can we please just call Natasha?
Yelena: No, Kate! Why, so she can be all judgmental and condescending like she's the expert and I don’t know how to do anything?
Kate: Yelena, she is your family!
Yelena:
Kate: Of course she's gonna be judgmental and condescending.
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fotibrit · 1 day
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I hear your “Tony and Peter had kind cute nicknames for each other” and i raise you the headcannon that they had nicknames, but they were almost exclusively insults.
Joking insults, of course. But you think that the man who named his pets prized possessions “Dummy” and “You” would turn around and give his kid favorite teenager cute nicknames? No! The man canonically nicknamed him after underwear! Canonically diminished Peter’s attempt at seeming mature by calling him “Spider-Boy” instead of Spider-Man
Peter’s not gonna just. take that and give tony kind uplifting nicknames. Those mfs try to outdo each other with clever and rude nicknames. Tony calls Peter “Laffy Taffy” bc of the kids quips and weird flexibility. Peter calls Tony “Repulsor” after the day Tony mentioned Pepper called his smell repulsive.
And they love it. It’s their way of affection. You know somethings gone wrong when they DONT use rude nicknames.
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negativesd09 · 2 days
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You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest You're still the oxygen I breathe I see your face when I close my eyes It's torturous Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
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mjolnirswriststrap · 2 days
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Not My Type Pt. 2
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(The look on Steve’s face when he realizes what your doing 😭)
Part 1 Masterlist
Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 2,623
Summary: Your night couldn’t get any better.
Warnings: sub!bucky, no explicit smut, but suggestive themes.
Tags: @mereptt @mcira @blackhawkfanatic @misz-adrii @f-1-refly @bbhaughen
You couldn’t feel your legs. They were completely numb from the cold. Steve showed no signs of even having a chill. Meanwhile you were reduced to hobbling one leg after the other, only 5 blocks in.
Focusing on the walk, and keeping your breath even; so Steve doesn’t notice how winded you were, sobered you even more than the cold. You now realized your situation. Confidence boost drained as soon as Bucky was out of sight.
You’re grateful when traffic causes you to stop at a crosswalk. You bury your arms under each other and try to stay warm in place. Steve noticed you shivering 10 minutes ago. He didn’t have a jacket to give you so he knew making it home was the best option for warmth.
He didn’t expect to stop, and have a moment to do something about it. He quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his full body against you. Your legs were still cold but he provided more than enough heat to warm you. You didn’t mind that no words were shared between you the whole walk, he didn’t seem to either, still smiling when you made it back home.
Climbing the stairs to your door, you search for words to say. Are you both seriously going through with this? Did Steve mean it? Sweat was forming on your palms, you noticed when your keys almost slipped out of your grasp, or maybe it was the trembling.
“I-“ you begin, instantly being cut off. “We should talk, inside.” He says, and your heart drops. He regrets it, of course he does, that’s your luck. You knew it was too good to be true. “No need, I get it.” You say, dropping your head.
“I just can’t do this to Bucky.” he says, sitting down on your couch when you made it inside. You were confused, you thought you were doing this because of Bucky. “What?” Him not being into you was less confusing.
Steve sighs, “I like you, and I wouldn’t mind making you forget all about some asshole at a bar.” Your cheeks flush, you knew he meant fucking you till all you could think about was him. “If that asshole wasn’t Bucky, and I didn’t know just how much he really does care about you.”. Oh.
“Let me get this straight, you’re defending him now?” You stand in front of him, placing your hands on your hips. He has to look up to you. “Don’t stand there like that and yell at me, it only makes me want you more. It’s making this harder than it has to be.” You scoff, “Okay Steve, my brain is literally going to explode if you don’t start talking.” You sit down on your coffee table, letting your knees brush his.
As if this is harder for him. You were dragged into a bar to embarrass yourself by friends that meant well. You found out your work crush wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot poll. You somehow told said crush off in an alley after kissing Captain America. Your night couldn’t get any more rough.
“I know he likes you, he might deny it, but I can see the way he looks at you. He has a weird way of showing it, I know. But tonight, I just kept pushing him and I know he regrets what he said. He’s just degrading you to cope with having actual feelings.” He now takes his turn to face the ground, not being able to meet your eye.
“The way he talked about you didn’t sit right with me. I was trying to show him that looks don’t matter, we looked pretty good pressed together in that alley, and I know he saw that.” He paused, thinking over his words.
“I do like you, I don’t want you thinking any different. But I don’t want to carry on with this if Bucky still has a chance, it wouldn’t be right.” You can tell how sincere he is being, and it has you already forgiving Bucky without even receiving an apology from the man himself.
“I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve.” You rub your sweaty palms on your bare knees. “I can’t just pretend like he never said that. I can see that how much your friendship means. It’s no hard feelings, really. But I wouldn’t put myself in a position where Bucky could hurt me again, if you paid me.” You laugh, getting fully used to douche bag guys.
Steve nods his head, understanding that you owe neither of the men a thing. “He would have to crawl in here on his hands and knees begging for a chance with fatty.” You shrug your shoulders, keeping your integrity.
“That could be arranged.” He smiles, breaking up the tension with dopey grin. You mentally face palm. “Go for it tiger, but I won’t be a part of it.” You give him a thumbs up, and suddenly you’re exhausted.
“Tonight’s obviously not happening, and I have to be in your office with everyone else in,” you squint at the clock on your microwave. “, 7 hours. So, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, leave my apartment Captain America.” You pat the side of his knee, reassuring him that you’re being lighthearted.
“Fine, but I will see you at 8 sharp.” He says, standing from the couch and making his way to your door. You follow behind him, needing to deadbolt it. “Why is he the way he is?” You blurt out, figuring Steve’s the only person who could answer that question.
“If you find out I’d love to know.” He throws his hands up. “People like to think I’m close to Bucky, but he never let anyone in after he was deprogrammed. Not even me, so I think he’s just having a hard time letting feelings for you in, his brain won’t let him.”.
“Why go after my weight?” You ask, as if Steve answers for him. He shrugs “Cause it was basic, and cliché. Made it seem like something was wrong with him, not you. I’ve tried to wrap my head around the new word, ‘fatphobia’ but I can’t, it seems like a personal problem that people project onto other heavier people.” How was he real? Steve Rogers continues to amaze you with every word that falls from his lips.
When Steve opens the door you both come face to face with Bucky. Standing there, having followed you home. Staying a hundred yards back, watching your every move. He stood outside and heard every word shared between you and Steve.
He knew the only thing he could do to make it right. So he did, wordlessly dropping to his knees on your doorstep. “What are you doing here?” Steve tries to interject, but you press your hand to his chest, needing him to be quiet for a minute.
You can’t break eye contact with Bucky, unable to believe what he’s doing. His eyes are red, cheeks stained with tears. A smug smile falls on your lips and you pull Steve along with you as you walk backwards. Giving Bucky room to step into the house.
He leans forward, placing both palms on the carpeted entryway. Your hand on Steve’s chest can feel the shallow breaths he was taking. But you couldn’t think to hard about him right now, Bucky was crawling on his hands and knees towards you, with giant blue puppy dog eyes, that literally leaked with regret.
Once Bucky made it to your feet, he sat back on his heels, holding his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry.”, his eyes fill with more tears, “Everything Steve said was right.” He sighs, looking over to his friend.
“I don’t know how to let people in. I’m insecure, and possibly the dumbest man alive.” He reaches out and grasps your hand, needing you to feel his sincerity. His eyes set hard, having difficulty admitting the next part, “You scare the shit out of me.”.
You let out a laugh, breaking up the tension in the room. “I scare you?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as loud as it did, but you were still upset. He nods, pressing his eyebrows together. “Yes.”. He comes closer to you, till his chest bumped against your knees. He held both hands now, “Please, forgive me, I’ll do anything. You’re the only person in this new world that makes me feel, anything. After I was deprogrammed, you were the only thing that felt normal, like home. Not Brooklyn, the past.” He takes your stoicism as an invitation to rest his hands on your thighs, wanting to physically connect with you while he rips himself open.
“The way you smelled of honeysuckles.” He presses his face against your stomach, inhaling deeply. “Red lipstick always on hand, making your smile brighter than any I’d ever saw. The way you walked up to me on your first day, so brave and confident. You remind me of home and it’s scary.”.
Your heart sank. This whole time, this is how he felt? All the harsh staring and denial was just, homesickness? You look down and feel yourself begin to feel guilty, even though you’ve done nothing wrong. “I didn’t know.”.
Steve, who had stayed silent this whole time, face set in stone, finally speaks up. “No, you didn’t know. So don’t feel bad. Again, it’s his fault for being dumb.” He steps closer to the two of you, starting to feel possessive over you. He wasn’t going to let Bucky get by with a half hearted apology. He could tell he was holding something back.
“I don’t believe it, you’re scared of her because she’s perfect for you?” He squats down to Bucky’s level, trying to intimidate him. Bucky looks between you, not sure if he should answer him. You raise your brow, letting him know Steve peaked your interest.
“Everything I’ve ever known or loved is gone, relics of the past. I’m scared that you might go away too, if you got too close to me.”.
Steve was visibly hurt. Did he not remind Bucky of home? He’s known Bucky his whole life, why couldn’t he let him in? He knew Steve wasn’t going anywhere. The Captain stayed silent, knowing tonight was about the hurt Bucky caused you, not him. He would pay for Steve’s emotional wounds later.
Before he can plot anything in his mind he’s being pulled up from the floor by you. “What do you think his punishment ought to be, huh Stevie?” When he looked at your face all he could see was deviance. Playing along, he pinches his chin in thought. “Hmm, you know, I’d hate to leave without finishing what we started earlier.”. He spins you to face him, letting his hands find the curve of your ass.
“I like that idea.” You bat your eyelashes at him. Your raise yourself up on your tippy toes and kiss him, tangling your fingers in his hair. You hear a whine from the floor beside you. Bucky’s face is red and you can tell he’s confused. “You sit there and be a good boy, then I’ll forgive you and maybe even let you touch me.”. You say, letting both Steve and Bucky know, you’re not the same person in the bedroom.
You loved degrading men. In your everyday life you might come across as sweet, unsuspecting, inexperienced. But you weren’t, there’s no shortage of men wanting a woman to dominate them. You’d never had the pleasure of using one this far out of your league.
Tonight, you were going to take advantage of it. Seeing Bucky crawl on his hands and knees lit a fire inside of you. You didn’t need to hear his apology at that point. Everything after it was pure showmanship. The performance of your life.
The morning came before you knew it. Your 7am alarm blaring through your studio apartment. Steve and Bucky left earlier, waking you up with goodbye kisses, but your foggy, half asleep brain barely registered that they left. You wore your hair down today, letting last nights curls be free. You didn’t opt for makeup, knowing the intense winter training would melt it off anyways.
When you make it to work, you see a lot of sunglasses. “Is everyone hungover?” You ask Natasha who’s nursing a black coffee. “Almost everyone.” She nods towards the two super soldiers standing behind Steve’s desk.
You blush when Steve gives you a wide smile, hoping no one in the office noticed. But of course Wanda senses the change in your footsteps and the buzzing reverberating off of you. She sits beside you in the semicircle of chairs, leaning over to whisper “I’m gonna need details.” She nudges her shoulder with yours, teasing you.
Before you could retaliate, Steve starts the debrief. “Winter training, gotta love it.” The whole room groans as Steve laughs. “I won’t keep you too long, I know you all have a long day ahead of you. But I like to think a good ole pep talk is the best thing for a team.”.
You roll your eyes. You liked Steve, but boss Steve was exhausting. You press your forehead on Wanda’s shoulder, you both hated this cringy kind of thing. “I’d like to remind you all why we train so vigorously. Teamwork. We all preform better together. We have to constantly be adapting to eachother, our strengths, and weaknesses.” He looks into each of your coworkers eyes, trying to drive his point.
“We change, just like the seasons, so pay special attention to your training partner today. They might teach you something new.” The inspirational speech was enough to have you wanting to go back home and go back to sleep, something you only received 3 hours of.
“Wanda, Sam, and Bruce, I want you guys down at the lake. Yelena, Natasha and Clint, go to the helipad, further instruction will be waiting.” He looks at the tablet infront of him, reading off bullet points.
“Y/N, Bucky and I are scheduled to be in the gym. Peter and Vision are already with Tony and Rhodes in the lab. Any questions?” He dismisses everyone after that. He changed it. So smoothly that no one noticed, you’d been scheduled to be at the lake with Wanda and Bruce. Of course Sam wouldn’t protest the change up, Steve just had to ask nicely.
When everyone shuffled out of the room, Wanda reminded you she wanted details over lunch later. Once everyone was gone you were suddenly aware that you were left alone with them. You were blinded by lust last night, not realizing the position you put yourself in. Were you with Bucky now? His confession was pretty serious. Were you with both of them? Was it a one night stand? Are they done with you now that they’ve had their fun? A million questions ran through your head while you waited by the door.
“Ready?” Bucky opens the door for you, ushering you into the hallway. You give him a tight lipped smile, not knowing how to interact with him not on his knees. You definitely weren’t the same person in the bedroom. Your regular self was awkward and embarrassingly nice at times. Would either of them still want you, once they see how different you could be?
They knew you before, and even liked you before. But now they have something else to base it off. Was your dominance too much for a long term thing with them? You have a feeling you’re about to find out, as you all pile into the small room with a wall of mirrors and elliptical.
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chloe-skywalker · 1 day
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Annoyance - Loki
Loki x Fem!reader (its s crush)
Warnings: none
Word count: 342
Summary: Being the only Avenger that doesn’t annoy Loki.
Masterlist
Avengers Masterlist
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“Come one Loki. Join us.” Thor smiled, trying to get him to join them later. Get his brother to socialize.
“I’d rather not.” Loki rolled his eyes.
“What if I told you Y/n would be there?” Thor smirked knowing his brother has a crush on the Y/h/c-ed girl Avenger.
“Will she truly be there or are you just trying to get me to go?” Loki questioned his brother with a raised brow in suspension.
“She’ll be there.” Thor smirked at his brother openly, having caught Loki in his want to be around the young lady Y/n.
Thor left Loki there in the kitchen to think about whether or not he’d join them all tonight.
Later that night when the whole team got together for game night Loki did in fact show up. He stayed in the kitchen till Y/n eventually showed up. When he saw her enter the kitchen and open the fridge, likely to get a drink. That’s when Loki moved to follow her.
“Hey Loki.” Y/n greeted him once she turned back around and noticed him.
“Y/n.” Loki greeted back with his signature smile.
“You came.” Y/n smiled tilting her head happy to see the green wearing Norse God join them for once.
“Only because you were gonna be here.” Loki smirked, closing in on her, backing her into a corner of the kitchen.
“Oh really?” She raised her brows in amusement hiding her shock at him openly flirting with her. It’s not like Y/n didn’t like him back, she does but he’s never done anything till now.
“You're the only one on this stupid planet that doesn’t annoy me. You're also the only one in this room that doesn’t annoy me as well.” Loki tilted his head down to be even closer to her into the corner of the kitchen. They were close enough to feel each other's breath on the other’s face.
“I’m honored.” Y/n smirked before stealing a kiss leaving a shocked, dumbfounded Loki in her wake.
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All assassins need a cat
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summary: since your rescue from the Red Room you had been living in the tower, and it didn’t take you long to realise that ex-assassins simply need a cat 
pairing: Winterwidow x widow teen reader, Natasha x widow teen reader, Bucky x widow teen reader
warnings: cats
genre: fluff
words: 1602
a/n: I really want a cat, so I figured I'd write something short about it :) 
You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work
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Living in the Avengers tower had been nothing short of amazing. The people were kind, the food was even better. After living in the Red Room for so long you were overwhelmed with the freedom you were given, and the choices you could make.
You had been in the tower for two months now, and although you liked almost everyone that lived in the tower, you preferred Natasha and Bucky the most. 
They were kind, and because of your shared life experience it was easy to get along with them. They understood you, and there was no pressure in talking to them. You knew that whatever you told them, they would understand. It was comforting. 
However, it didn't take very long before you realised that both Natasha and Bucky owned a cat. 
It happened during a movie night. Natasha and Bucky had sworn to catch you up on all the great movies you missed. While watching the entirety of the Indiana Jones movies, a small, black cat jumped up on the bed, snuggling against Natasha. 
After you asked who the cat was, Natasha explained that she got her after living in the tower for a while. She said it helped her feel better about herself, and her past. 
‘Liho,’ as Natasha told you she was called, took a liking to you rather quickly. It didn't take many movie nights before Liho wasn’t only snuggling on Natasha's lap, but also climbing on yours. 
During breakfast with Natasha and Bucky later that week, you spotted a white cat joining you in the kitchen. It walked up to Bucky and started yelling at him for food. Bucky picked the cat up, snuggling with it for a few seconds before grabbing some food, feeding it. 
“That's Alpine,” Bucky had explained, telling you how he had gotten a cat not long after Natasha did. 
Bucky and Natasha didn't share a floor when they had gotten their cats, but when they moved in together it didn't take long before the cats became friendly with each other. Natasha had told you how you could often find them snuggled up together. 
After meeting both cats, you could often be found cuddling with them. 
When you were sitting in your room, you would leave your door open, allowing the cats to enter whenever they pleased. Often, they would wander into your room, either jumping on your bed or jumping on your lap while you entertained yourself. 
They started following you around the house soon after, always begging for cuddles and kisses. You cheerfully obliged, and it didn't go unmissed by either Bucky or Natasha. 
Natasha had brought up the idea one night, after you had fallen asleep in their room. 
She shared her thoughts with Bucky, discussing how it might be good for you to get a cat of your own. You loved the cats that were already living in the house, and both Natasha and Bucky thought it would be great for you to raise a cat of your own. 
At breakfast a week later Natasha brought it up again.
“How would you feel about getting another cat…?” Natasha asked carefully, bringing up the question casually so as to not make you suspicious. 
“You want another cat?” You asked cheerfully, petting Liho behind her ears as she settled on your lap. 
Natasha nodded. “It might be fun for Liho and Alpine to get another play buddy.”
Bucky nodded along, settling in the seat next to you. 
“Besides, we were thinking, you might like one of your own…” Bucky explained carefully, but your gasp of excitement washed all their worries away. 
“I could get a cat?!” You asked excitedly, watching as Natasha chuckled before nodding. 
“If that’s something that you want,” she explained, sitting into the seat across from you. “I still have the contact information from the same people I bought Liho from. They have another nest and are looking for homes for the kittens,” Natasha told you, biting into her toast.
“We could go have a look if you want,” she finished. 
Another gasp of excitement left your lips. “I could get a kitten? We can go look at kittens?!” you exclaimed happily. 
Natasha and Bucky both nodded, chuckling a bit.
“We can visit today,” Bucky explained. 
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After finishing your breakfast quickly, you had gotten into the car, heading over to the address that had the kittens. On the way, Natasha told you that the kittens were already old enough to leave the nest, so if there were a kitten that you had a connection with, you would be able to take it home the same day. 
You happily stared out the window, humming along to the song on the radio as your excitement grew. 
Once inside the house, you were practically jumping from excitement, sighing a little when Natasha, Bucky, you, and the other two people sat down at the table to greet each other and catch up. 
Natasha noticed your impatience, grabbing your hand under the table and rubbing soothing circles on it, assuring you that you would get to meet the kittens soon.
After a tedious half hour, the woman finally got up, leading you towards a different room where all the kittens were. 
Once you were finally inside, you gasped in excitement when all the kittens ran towards your legs, playing with your shoelaces.
You went to sit on the ground, smiling as all the kittens started exploring around you, inspecting you. Natasha moved to sit next to you, lifting a kitten into her lap and cuddling with it. 
After playing with the kittens for a little while, you found out that the mother cat was actually one of Liho's siblings, so you would be adopting a cat of Liho’s family. 
You were in the kitten room for about two hours, and you had grown especially close to one little kitten. It was the smallest one, and she was sleepy and shy when you first came in. After about half an hour, she did come over to you, sniffing you for a bit before deciding that you were the perfect place to take a nap. She climbed on your leg and started sleeping. 
“Can we have this one?” you asked Natasha as you carefully petted the young cat's body, allowing her to rest.
“She does really like you,” the woman said, cuddling with the mother cat.
Bucky stood in the corner, observing you and his girlfriend as you had a bonding moment. He loved Natasha more than anything, and you were slowly becoming just as important to him. He loved both of you, and he wanted to give you this moment together. He knew how much it meant to Natasha to be a mother, and he was certain it meant a lot to you as well. 
Natasha nodded excitedly, giving the kitten on your lap a little snuggle.
“I wish we were able to take them all. They are all so cute,” Natasha said as she lifted another kitten from the ground, holding it close to her and giving it some kisses. 
The woman stood up, walking over to Bucky. 
“If you could come with me, I will get you all the medical papers and get everything sorted out.”
Bucky nodded and followed the woman out of the room, leaving you and Natasha to snuggle with the kittens a little longer. 
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After getting everything sorted you had taken the sleeping kitten into your lap, snuggling with it while you sat on the backseat. 
You were more than happy with your new best friend, and both Natasha and Bucky were more than happy because of the fact you were so happy. You cuddled with the cat a little more before you as well fell asleep.
When you woke up again you were back in the Avengers tower, sleeping on Natasha’s and Bucky's bed while Natasha read a book. 
“Good afternoon my little Malyshka,” she said when she noticed you were awake. She closed her book, setting it aside and brushing some of your hair out of your face. You groaned and blinked a few times before sitting up, noticing the weight that pressed on your legs. Your little kitten was still fast asleep. 
You smiled and reached down to pet her, enjoying the purring she made as she snuggled closer into your hand. 
“Thank you, Natasha,” you said as you looked at her, smiling when she gave you a kiss on your forehead. 
“Anything for you, my little Malyshka,” Natasha said as she cupped your cheeks, giving you another kiss on your nose.
“Leave some snuggles for me,” you heard Bucky say from the door opening, watching as he walked inside and crawled into the bed, on the other side of you. 
You smiled and leaned forward, giving him a little kiss on your cheek. 
Bucky smiled as well. “Thank you little miss,” he said jokingly as he leaned forwards as well, giving you a little kiss on your forehead. 
Your kitten started making some noises, waking up and taking in its surroundings. Once her eyes landed on you, she crawled higher up your legs, settling onto your chest as you leaned against Natasha. It didn't take long before the kitten fell asleep again, enjoying your gentle pets and kisses. 
“Another movie?” Natasha questioned as she observed your state, realising she would not be getting out of the bed for a while.
You nodded happily, snuggling close into her side as she started the movie, stroking your hair. 
“Thank you,” you sighed contently before falling asleep as well, safe in the arms of your found family. 
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natashaslesbian · 1 day
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Drabble request
WandNat/Reader where reader has an autistic meltdown in the middle of a mission because Nat is currently MIA and Wanda has to try and calm her down
Pretty please and thank you
Missing In Action
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Word Count: 808
Parings: (Wandanat x autistic!reader)
Warnings: Autistic meltdown (written from my own experiences with my autism)
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A/N• Sorry this took so long to get done I hope you like it!
Someone was calling you, the sound scrapping against your ear lobes. “Y/n!” It called again. You violently shook your head as you scratched at your throat, the air not quite being able to reach your chest. You let out an almighty scream as a pair of hands rounded your shoulders, pulling you backwards towards the floor. The arms finally let you go as you curled up into a ball on the floor. It was so loud, guns where firing and people where shouting. You wished more than anything you had stayed back at the compound. This was a terrible idea.
On your last mission with your girlfriends, Natasha went missing. It sent you spiralling in just the two days she was gone. Last night, Nat finally made contact with Wanda who immediately called the team and had everyone set out to find her. As the fight moved forwards, the sound started to diminish. “Y/n baby?” Wanda quietly said as she sat beside you “it’s Wands okay? I’m right here” she said. You kept your eyes tightly shut as you reached out a hand in front of you, Wanda grabbed and held on tight, squeezing gently enough to help ground you.
Wanda continued to whisper sweet nothings to you and eventually your shaking form began to rest. “Baby I’m gonna ask you some yes or no questions okay, squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no, alright can you hear me?” Wanda asked, you squeezed once. “Good girl, do you have enough pressure?” You squeezed once “can you look up for me?” You squeezed twice “that’s okay, sit up?” You squeezed twice again. “Ok baby girl, are you verbal right now?” You squeezed her hand twice “that’s alright y/n. I’m gonna take you back to the jet ok, can I carry you?” You squeezed once.
The witch rolled you up into her embrace and lifted you from the floor, you rested your head across her chest and the gentle rhythm of her heart helped to calm you. Your eyes were still tightly shut but when the jet doors finally closed, your eyebrows un furrowed and you settled into the quiet. Wanda gently took a seat with you still in her arms, she reached for hand to ask you a few more questions. “Y/n would you like me to keep hold of you?” She said, you squeezed once “is it too bright in here?” You blinked your eyes open a few times adjusting to your surroundings, you squeezed twice. “There’s my girl” Wanda said as she looked deeply into your eyes “do you want your headphones?” You squeezed twice once more.
You stayed curled up with Wanda underneath the emergency weighted blanket in the jet. Your girlfriends had made sure that there was emergency stash of supplies to help you wherever you were. The witch was rocking gentle side to side with you, her spare hand tracing along your scalp. Your throat was so dry and you lent over your girlfriends arm to reach a fresh bottle of water. “I’ve got it baby girl” Wanda said as she grabbed it for you, “here you go sweetheart” she cooed. Wanda kept her ear piece on to keep up to date with any advancements, she had taken yours out when you first started to panic.
You were starting to feel sleepy when the jet doors opened. The loud clang of metal startled you and you shirked as you covered you ears. “It’s alright it’s just the team” Wanda whispered. Tony was the first to enter followed by Steve and Thor, the boys understood your situation so they stayed quiet as they shuffled to the side. Wandas breathing hitched as she saw who was standing behind them. The pause in the rise of her chest had you intrigued and you turned your gaze towards the door. “Natty” you mumbled. The redhead was relieved to be back with her girls and her eyes welled up with tears when you saw your state.
Quick footsteps made their way towards you and the widow knelt down softly beside you, leaning up to give Wanda a quick kiss. You pulled yourself out of the blanket draped over you and reached up to Natasha “hold me please” you cried. Your girls were quick to wrap you up in both their arms “oh my girls” Natasha said holding back her own tears “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to leave you” she said. “Tasha it’s okay” Wanda mumbled as she placed a soft kiss on her girlfriends hairline “you’re here now” she said. The three of you didn’t move the whole way home despite you pleading for Natasha to let Bruce check her over, but she insisted she was fine. All she needed to do was hold you and Wanda, that was all the medicine she needed.
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Treat You 4
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)
Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
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Around noon, you think about leaving. You should head out before you grow bothersome. As you slide your laptop into the crochet bag, that man approaches. The young one with the bright brown eyes.
“You leaving?” He asks. His apron is gone and he has one of the flat cafe boxes in his hands.
“Yeah, should go,” you stand, at least half a foot taller. You slope your shoulders and bend your neck, “got a long way to go.”
“Oh, yeah? You walking?” He asks.
You stare at him, hesitantly nodding.
“I’m done. Half-shift today so… yeah. Um, could I walk with you?”
You blink, “why?”
He chuckles, “because I want to.”
You look down and hook your bag over your shoulder, “you don’t have to… you already gave me the tea–” your lip starts to tremble, “you don’t have to be nice because you think I’m pathetic.”
“I don’t think that,” his tone turns steely, “I just thought… we seem close to the same age and you’re nice so, well, yeah, I don’t have a lot of friends and I was hoping…”
“Oh.”
He shifts his weight on his feet, “oh?”
“I didn’t think…” you trail off and shrug, raising your eyes meekly. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t insult you.”
“No, you didn’t. You couldn’t,” he lets himself smile again. “It’s a nice day. I wouldn’t mind a walk.”
“Hm, well, maybe halfway,” you agree.
“Sure.”
You twist your finger in your fist, not sure what to do next. He outstretches his arm towards the door, “you first.”
You slouch and go to the door, pushing outside and stepping quickly out of Peter’s way as you hold it open. He follows and you let go. You turn and head back along your usual route. He catches up and keeps pace with your long legs.
“Do you like strawberries and cream?” He asks as he flips up the lid of the box, “special scones. They’re yummy.”
“Oh, uh, that’s nice but…”
“You haven’t eaten,” he offers the box to you.
“I’m not hungry,” you argue but your belly rumbles in rebellion. You hang your head in embarrassment.
“It’s fine, I just need to save one for May.”
“May? You’re girlfriend?”
“My aunt,” he fills in and takes a scone, shoving it in your direction. “Come on, you think I can finish all these?”
You accept it and chew your lip. You walk to the corner before you dare to take a bite. It crumbles and you try to catch the mess with your hand. It’s so good and sweet it makes your empty stomach squeeze.
“Good?” He asks.
“Mhm,” you hum.
“So, you got a boyfriend waiting at home? You can take one for him.”
“Boyfriend,” you murmur, “no…”
“Ah, not that far in yet.”
“No boyfriend,” you insist.
“Right, well, me too. No boyfriend, no girlfriend,” he laughs.
You’re quiet as you nibble on the scone. You take measured bites, both savouring the taste and trying not to show how ravenous you really are. You don’t often get treats like this. You don’t always eat in a day.
“Shame about your computer. You know, I’m a bit of a techy, I could try to fix it,” he says.
“No, that’s okay, it’s… broken.”
“Never know if you don’t try,” he suggests.
“I can’t pay you to fix it.”
“That’s fine, I didn’t say anything about money.”
“So why would you want to?”
“Well, I thought we were making friends. Friends help each other out.”
“Friends.”
“Yeah, actually, I was gonna ask, do you like video games?” He chimes.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” He echoes.
“Never played em.”
“Never… well, guess what? I got a few friends coming over, you could tag along, we could play some MarioKart.”
“Wouldn’t be any good,” you mutter.
“You’d be great,” he insists, “It’s Friday night, if you’re interested. I can give you my phone number.”
“Don’t have a phone,” you grumble, looking away in embarrassment.
“Well, you could have my email.”
“Computer’s busted.”
“Yeah, right, forgot,” he sighs, “well, how about if you’re interested, you could meet me at the cafe on Friday. At three? My shift ends then.”
“Maybe,” you reply evasively and take the last bite of scone.
“You live alone then?” He asks.
“My dad…”
“Oh, that’s cool. Just you and your dad?”
“Mom remarried.”
“Ah,” he accepts coolly, “it’s just me and Aunt May. My parents are gone and Uncle Ben passed a few years ago.”
You gulp as a shiver rolls over you. You feel awful for him. You can complain about your dad’s outbursts but at least he’s still around.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t, please, I’m lucky, I got May and now you, right? Cause we’re friends.”
“Sure,” you stop at the crosswalk and turn to him, “it’s far from here. I can go on my own.”
“I don’t mind.”
“You live around here?” You wonder.
“No, actually, the other way, but I’ve been standing behind a counter all day–”
“You worked. You should go home,” you say.
He sniffs as his smile falls, “do you think you’ll come on Friday?”
You think about it. After all he’s done, the tea, the scone, and just being kind, you shouldn’t say no.
“Okay.”
“Okay? Yay!” He claps his hands and you wince. “I’ll see you Friday at three.”
“Friday,” you confirm, “er, bye then.”
“Bye,” he chirps back, “be safe, alright.”
You hum and cross the street. As you get to the other side, you look back. He stands and watches you. You give a tiny wave and keep going, walking until you’re certain he’s out of sight. 
You hope your dad’s calmed down. He usually has by now. You stop just a block away from the building. You can’t make yourself go any further.
You turn and head down to the small park behind the pharmacy. You find a bench to sit on and bring your bag into your lap. You peek inside, examining the cracked edge of your laptop. You wonder if you still have your library card laying around, though you don’t know if you can scrape up the money to pay for the computer time.
You look up and your head snaps around as you see a spec at the corner of your sight. It’s nothing. Just the old swings and slide. Probably just a robin or piece of trash blowing by.
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midastouch013 · 16 hours
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Hi, im the person with the gn r request. If it sounds good to you, maybe r is new to the team (im thinking fire powers if you want to include any) and they get to know the others and have a special connection with Nat (iykwim)?
I don't usually have requests, and I'm sorry if it sounds wonky 😅
New Recruit
Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: You're a new recruit to the avengers
Warnings: None
REQUESTS ARE OPEN, I need inspo
P.S the request wasn't wonky, and I did kwum 😁
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Nick Fury's commanding presence filled the room as he addressed the assembled Avengers.
"Avengers, gather around. We have a new member joining us today," he announced, his gaze sweeping across the team. "They come highly recommended, and I believe their unique abilities will be a valuable asset to our cause."
The Avengers exchanged curious glances as Fury motioned for you to step forward.
"Allow me to introduce our newest recruit," Fury continued, gesturing towards you. "They're a bit of a wildcard, but I have a feeling they'll fit right in."
You stepped forward, greeted by a mix of intrigued expressions and welcoming smiles from the team.
"Hey there, everyone," you greeted with a casual nod, a hint of amusement in your voice. "Hope I'm not crashing the party too hard."
Thor's booming voice echoed through the room as he greeted you with genuine enthusiasm. "Greetings, friend! What manner of skills do you possess?"
You grinned at his warmth, feeling an immediate sense of camaraderie. "Just a little something to bring some heat to the proceedings. You'll see soon enough."
Steve Rogers, the epitome of old-fashioned charm, stepped forward with a warm smile. "I'm Steve Rogers, but you can call me Cap. Welcome to the team."
You shook his hand firmly, returning his smile. "Nice to meet you, Cap. I'm Y/n . Ready to lend a hand wherever I can."
Bruce Banner observed you with a curious expression. "Welcome aboard. Do you have any specific skills or expertise?"
You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye. "I've been known to light up the room when needed. But I'll let my actions speak for themselves."
Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, chimed in with a smirk. "Well, whoever you are, you've got quite the sense of humor. I like it."
You chuckled, feeling a sense of camaraderie already. "Thanks, Clint. Figured I'd try to keep things interesting."
As introductions continued, Wanda Maximoff offered you a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda Maximoff. It's nice to meet you, Y/n."
"Likewise, Wanda," you replied warmly. "Looking forward to getting to know everyone."
Natasha Romanoff observed you with a keen eye, her expression unreadable. When Fury finished speaking, she stepped forward with a smirk.
"Welcome to the team," Natasha said smoothly. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. Let's see what you're made of."
You met her gaze, feeling a sense of respect for the legendary Black Widow. "Thanks, Natasha. I'm ready to prove myself."
With introductions complete, the Avengers turned their attention back to Fury, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. And as you settled into your new role among Earth's mightiest heroes, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.
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As the flames flickered and danced, casting shadows against the trees surrounding Tony's cabin, the Avengers basked in the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie of their shared company.
Tony Stark, reclining in a comfortable chair, raised his glass in a mock toast. "To new beginnings and old friends! Or something like that."
Clint Barton, sitting nearby with a smirk, chimed in, "Yeah, Tony's just happy because he's not the new kid on the block anymore."
Tony shot him a playful glare. "Watch it, Hawkeye, or I might just put you on dish duty for the rest of the night."
Bruce Banner chuckled, sipping from his own glass. "Let's try to keep the peace, gentlemen. We've got enough chaos to deal with on missions."
Wanda Maximoff, sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiled at the banter. "It's nice to have moments like these, away from all the fighting and danger."
Thor, ever the optimist, nodded in agreement. "Indeed! 'Tis a welcome reprieve from the battles that await us. But fear not, for Asgardian warriors are always ready!"
Steve Rogers, leaning against a nearby tree, couldn't help but smile at the scene before him. "It's moments like these that remind me why we do what we do. We're a team, through thick and thin."
Natasha Romanoff, sitting quietly beside you, observed the group with a soft smile. "You know, Y/n, I never imagined I'd find myself in moments like these. It's… nice."
You turned to her, catching the sincerity in her eyes. "Yeah, it really is," you agreed, feeling a warmth spread through you at her words.
As the conversation continued, the fire began to wane, the flames dimming as the night pressed on. Without hesitation, you stepped forward, feeling the warmth of your powers stir within you.
With a flick of your wrist, you summoned a burst of flame, reigniting the fire with ease. The Avengers watched in awe, their expressions a mixture of surprise and admiration.
"Wow,that's incredible!" Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder.
Natasha observed you with keen interest, a spark of admiration flickering in her eyes. "Impressive," she remarked, her voice low and husky. "You certainly know how to make an entrance."
You met her gaze, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at her words. "Thanks, Natasha. Just doing my part to keep the party going."
As the fire blazed brightly once more, the Avengers continued to bond, their laughter and camaraderie echoing through the woods. And as you sat beside Natasha, a silent understanding passing between you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connections you'd forged with Earth's mightiest heroes.
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As you and Natasha navigated through the crowded party, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. A man in a sharp suit lingered nearby, his gaze fixed on you with suspicion. Sensing the tension, you subtly nudged Natasha and gave her a knowing glance.
"Trouble at three o'clock," you murmured, keeping your voice low as you observed the man's lingering stare.
Natasha's lips quirked into a knowing smirk as she assessed the situation. "I see him. Let's give him something else to watch."
With a quick nod, you took Natasha's hand, pulling her into an elegant twirl on the dance floor. As the music swelled around you, you moved in perfect harmony, your steps fluid and graceful as you danced with practiced ease. The man's gaze faltered, his suspicion momentarily forgotten as he watched the two of you with mild interest.
"Smooth moves," Natasha whispered, her eyes twinkling with amusement as you continued to dance.
You grinned back at her, feeling a rush of exhilaration as you lost yourself in the rhythm of the music. "Just trying to keep up appearances."
As the song came to an end, you and Natasha gracefully parted ways, seamlessly blending back into the crowd as if nothing had happened. The man's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he turned away, satisfied that you were just another couple enjoying the festivities.
With the distraction successfully averted, you and Natasha made your way towards the west wing, where the USB drive was rumored to be located. The hallway was dimly lit, the air heavy with tension as you approached the door to the room where the drive was being kept.
"Ready for this?" Natasha asked, her voice low and steady as she prepared to breach the room.
You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Let's do this."
With practiced precision, Natasha picked the lock, and you slipped into the room, your senses on high alert as you searched for the USB drive. It didn't take long to locate it, tucked away in a secure safe on the far side of the room.
But as you reached for the drive, the room suddenly erupted into chaos as alarms blared and lights flashed. HYDRA soldiers poured into the room, their weapons raised and ready for action.
"We've been compromised!" Natasha exclaimed, her eyes narrowing in determination as she prepared to defend yourselves.
With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you sprang into action, using your fire powers to fend off the attackers while Natasha engaged them in hand-to-hand combat. The room became a blur of motion and chaos as you fought side by side, your movements perfectly synchronized as you battled against overwhelming odds.
At one point, a soldier attempted to flank Natasha, his weapon aimed directly at her back. Without hesitation, you intercepted the attack, summoning a burst of flame that engulfed the soldier's weapon and sent him staggering back in surprise. Natasha's eyes widened in gratitude as she delivered a swift punch, knocking the soldier unconscious.
"Nice save," Natasha remarked, a hint of admiration in her voice as she turned to face you.
You grinned back at her, feeling a surge of pride at your successful maneuver. "Just returning the favor."
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The Avengers had been through a tumultuous few months, facing challenges that tested their strength and resolve. In the rare moments of respite between missions, Wanda suggested a girls' night in, complete with a cozy movie marathon to help them unwind and recharge.
As they settled in, Natasha glanced over at you, a playful glint in her eye. "You're welcome to join us, Y/N. Consider it an honorary invitation."
You chuckled at the unexpected offer. "Well, I certainly can't say no to that. Thanks, Nat."
Natasha glanced over the selection of movies, her expression thoughtful. "How about we start with something classic? A good comedy should do the trick."
Wanda nodded in agreement, a smile playing at her lips. "Sounds perfect. Let's keep it light tonight."
Just as they were about to hit play, Sam Wilson sauntered into the room, a hopeful expression on his face. "Hey, what's going on here? Movie night?"
Natasha and Wanda exchanged a glance, suppressing a smile at Sam's enthusiasm. "Actually, Sam, it's girls' night tonight," Natasha explained, her tone apologetic but firm.
Sam's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Girls' night? Aw, come on, why didn't I get the memo? I can hang with the best of them!"
Wanda chuckled softly, shaking her head at Sam's protest. "Sorry, Sam, but tonight is strictly a girls-only affair. Maybe next time."
Sam feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Wow, way to exclude a guy. I see how it is."
You, sitting nearby, interjected with a grin, "And besides, I'm not a girl either."
Sam turned to you, his expression one of mock disbelief. "Wait, you too? What kind of girls' night is this?"
" One with Y/n the only exception" Natasha deadpanned
You shrugged, your tone light as you replied, "I guess exceptions can be made. Don't worry, Sam, you're still one of the girls in our hearts."
Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, enough chitchat. Let's get this movie started before Sam convinces us to let him join."
With a mock sigh of resignation, Sam retreated from the room, his protests fading into the distance. Meanwhile, Natasha and Wanda settled back into the couch, ready to enjoy their movie night uninterrupted.
As the night wore on and the movies played on, you found yourself getting increasingly comfortable, nestled between Natasha and Wanda on the couch. The laughter and banter of the films filled the room, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.
At one point, as you reached for a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you and Natasha, your fingers brushed against hers. It was a fleeting touch, but somehow, your fingers intertwined naturally, as if drawn together by an invisible force.
You glanced over at Natasha, surprised but not entirely unwelcome by the gesture. She met your gaze with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth and affection you felt in that moment.
As the movie continued to play, Natasha shifted slightly, leaning her head against your shoulder in a gesture of casual intimacy. You felt a rush of warmth spread through you at the contact, a sense of comfort and connection unlike anything you'd experienced before.
Without a word spoken between you, you allowed Natasha to rest against you, feeling a sense of contentment settle over the both of you. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world, wrapped up in the warmth of each other's presence.
Wanda, sensing the unspoken bond between you and Natasha, smiled knowingly from across the couch. She said nothing, content to let the moment unfold naturally.
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Several months had passed since that cozy movie night, and in that time, a deep bond had formed between you and Natasha, evolving into something more than friendship. And after you , very nervously, asked her out and you went on your first date, you became official.
Now, as the snow fell softly outside, you found yourselves holed up in a cold safehouse, the result of a mission gone awry.
The bitter chill seeped into the room, wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket. Despite the layers of clothing and blankets you both piled on, the cold seemed to penetrate to your bones.
Natasha sat beside you, her posture rigid and her breath visible in the frigid air. Her stoic expression betrayed no hint of discomfort, a testament to her Russian upbringing and her ability to endure harsh conditions without complaint.
But you could see the telltale signs of her discomfort – the slight shiver in her shoulders, the way she pressed her lips together in a thin line. You knew that she was just as affected by the cold as you were, despite her efforts to hide it.
"We need to find a way to warm up," you remarked, your voice tinged with concern. "This cold is unbearable."
Natasha glanced at you, her gaze steady. "I'm fine, Y/n," she replied, her tone clipped. "I'm Russian, I don't get cold
You frowned, knowing that she was downplaying the severity of the situation. "Nat, we can't just tough this out. We need to do something before we freeze to death."
With a sigh, Natasha relented, her mask of indifference slipping slightly. "Fine, you're right. But what can we do? We're stuck here until backup arrives."
As the fire crackled merrily in the hearth, you racked your brain for a solution. And then it hit you – your powers. With a determined glint in your eye, you summoned your flames, allowing them to dance to life in the palm of your hand.
The warmth spread through the room, banishing the chill and filling the air with a comforting heat. Natasha watched in awe as you worked your magic, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"You never cease to amaze me" she murmured, her voice laced with admiration.
You shrugged modestly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at her praise. "Just doing what I can to keep us both safe and warm."
As the warmth from your flames enveloped the room, Natasha leaned closer to you, seeking refuge from the biting cold. The soft crackle of the fire provided a soothing backdrop to the otherwise tense atmosphere.
You could feel the tension slowly ebbing away as the heat seeped into your bones, and you found yourself inching closer to Natasha, drawn to her warmth and the comfort of her presence.
With a soft sigh, Natasha leaned into you, her shoulder pressing against yours as she sought solace in your embrace. Despite her usual stoicism, you could sense the vulnerability beneath her facade, a reminder that even the strongest among them had moments of weakness.
As you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close, you felt a rush of affection wash over you. In that moment, surrounded by the flickering flames and the gentle fall of snow outside, you knew that you couldn't keep your feelings hidden any longer.
"I... I love you, Natasha," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.
Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she seemed almost speechless, caught off guard by your admission.
But then, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she reached out to gently cup your cheek in her hand. "I love you too, Y/n," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity.
And with a sigh of relief you captured her lips in a soft kiss, planning to give her many more in the foreseeable future.
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Y/N: The hospital said I’m fine.
Kate: No, you suffered a traumatic experience.
Y/N: I barely remember it. I remember crashing into the wall and the ambulance ride to the hospital.
Yelena: That wasn’t an ambulance, I drove you.
Y/N: Then what was that siren?
Yelena: That was Kate screaming.
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fotibrit · 17 hours
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If Tony Starks story were a parable, the lesson would be that dying isn’t the worst thing that can happen to someone (losing people you love is worse, and sometimes it’s best to try to get them back at any cost)
If Peter Parker’s story were a parable, the lesson would be that dying isn’t the worst thing that can happen to someone (losing people you love is worse)
anyways anyone have any guesses as to what could happen next to MCU peter parker? I haven’t the foggiest, this is a plot i’ve never seen before. If only there were some parallel we could reference for hints.
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Here's an idea… The reader and Bucky are in a closed psychiatric ward.
The Ward
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You laid in your bed at the hospital staring at the picture of a baby duck on the wall.
"The fuck are you smiling at." You muttered, you hadn't slept all night so being grumpy was to be expected.
The door opened and you looked up to see one of the doctors.
"Good morning, Y/N. You ready for breakfast, Hun?" She asked as you sat up and groaned.
"I need coffee." You muttered making her chuckle.
"There's plenty of coffee, come on." She said as you put your shoes on and left your room, following the doctor down the hallway, smelling the fresh breakfast cooking.
When you entered you found your only friend and walked up to him to get breakfast as well.
"Hey, Barnes." You muttered as he grumbled and nodded his head a little.
He wasn't exactly the talking type.
You both got a tray of food before sitting at your regular spot by the window.
"I slept like shit last night." You muttered as he ate his breakfast and just nodded a little.
"How's the paranoia?" You asked as he rolled his eyes.
"They gave me new medication... I still know the truth though, so that means my paranoia isn't real and what I see is." He said as you nodded a little.
"Well, maybe you need to give the medication some time to work." You replied as he glared at you.
"You sound just like the doctors." He grumbled before he continued to eat.
"I heard Steve was coming to visit this week, that'll be good." You said, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah... I have missed him actually." He muttered as you smiled softly.
"I'm excited to see him again, he's always so nice to me." You said as Bucky smiled a little.
"It's because he feels sorry for you, by the way." He said as you glared at him.
"You suck. Eat your damn bacon."
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You sat in the main room sketching like usual, you leant against Bucky where he was on the couch watching tv.
The front door was opened by the doctors and you saw Steve entering with his wife, Peggy.
Bucky looked up and for a moment you could see a streak of jealously, you always had a feeling he liked Steve more than a friend.
"Hey, punk!" Steve said, rushing in to give Bucky a hug.
Bucky hugged him, holding onto him for as long as he could.
You glanced up every now and then from your sketchbook. Steve and Bucky sat together to talk as Peggy sat next to you.
"Hello, Y/N. How have things been?" She asked as you smiled softly.
"Not too bad." You muttered in response as Peggy glanced at Bucky and Steve.
"So... How's thing with you and Bucky?" She asked, turning back to you.
"Good, he's my closest friend in here and maybe out there too. He's the only one in here that doesn't care about my past...cause his is kind of worse." You muttered as she chuckled softly and nodded.
"I like Bucky... But, he's still lost in...an old love." You whispered glancing at him and Steve.
"Yeah, I know he's in love with Steve." Peggy muttered as you nodded.
"He's still convinced he's in the wrong universe. None of the medications work on him, he still thinks that this is some crazy simulation and he's a hero or villain or something?" You muttered as Peggy listened.
"Yeah... Steve told me he had a pretty bad episode last time he visited. Screaming about avengers or something." She replied, sadly.
The day dragged on and you continued to sketch while everyone spoke to their visitors, no one ever visited you, but you didn't really think much of it.
You were glad when everyone left and you could finally talk to Bucky again, once Steve had left he just stayed sitting at the table staring down.
You went over to him and sat across from him.
"Hey, how'd it go?" You asked, you could see he was deep in thought.
"They've got to him now too..." He whispered as you looked at him with worry.
"Buck... Do you think maybe it's time you had your medicine?" You asked in a soft tone before he slammed his fist on the table, altering everyone.
"You're apart of this, aren't you!? I can see right fucking through you!" He shouted lunging across the table and tackling you to the ground, he wrapped his hand around your throat as you looked up at him in fear.
Thankfully three nurses ran over and sedated him as you scurried away and caught your breath.
One of the nurses knelt beside you.
"Deep breaths, it's okay." She whispered, gently rubbing your shoulder.
You glanced over at Bucky on the floor unconscious.
"Will he be okay?" You muttered as the nurse offered you a reassuring smile.
"Yes, he just needs time to calm down. Why don't you go back to drawing before dinner?" She said as you returned her friendly smile and nodded.
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You laid awake at night listening to the screams coming down the hallway, you knew it was Bucky in the isolation room.
You got up and slowly walked down the hallway to see nurses standing at the door to isolation.
"Y/N, it's okay. Head back to bed, okay?" The nurse said as you looked at him.
"I'm worried about him." You whispered as he sighed, he began to lead you back to your room.
"I know, Y/N. But, he's in the best care, okay? I know it's scary to listen to, but he isn't being hurt, he's just in a bad way right now." He said as you went back into your room.
"You promise you'll take care of him?" You muttered as he smiled.
"I promise, Y/N." He replied as you smiled.
You were about to turn around to go back to bed when everything paused...even the nurse in front of you.
"Hello?" You muttered walking up to him, suddenly it was as if he glitched and then disappeared into thin air.
You panicked and quickly sat on your bed and closed your eyes.
"It's not real, it's not real." You whispered over and over again.
The world around you began to disappear as you cried and started running down the hallway again.
"Bucky!" You scream the door to isolation disappeared as Bucky stood there staring at you.
"What's happening!?" You shouted in fear, he looked at you in shock, how only realising you were seeing the same thing he was.
He rushed forward and grabbed your hand.
"It's okay... It's okay, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I hurt you." He shouted, everything becoming loud as thing disappeared, you leapt forward and held onto Bucky. He wrapped his arms around you tightly in return.
You held onto Bucky as tight as you could, crying in fear when suddenly it all stopped, you pulled away and looked around to see you were standing in a black void.
"Y/N!" You heard a voice shout as you both looked around.
"What's happening?" You whispered as Bucky began to fade away.
"No! No, Bucky!" You screamed trying to grab him before he completely disappeared.
Suddenly you stood alone in the dark, scared as you cried, you looked down and your hands began to disappear.
"It's not real... It's not real." You whispered, sobbing your eyes out before everything went black.
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You woke up with a gasp, feeling things attached to you as you panted and looked around to see you were in a hospital.
Was it just a dream or an episode you had?
"Bucky!" You screamed out before someone came rushing in.
"Y/N, it's okay. You're okay." He said as you looked up at him in confusion, your memory began to unblur as your eyes widened.
"Tony..." You whispered as he smiled.
"Yeah, yes that's me. Jesus, you scared us... Bucky is okay, he's in the other room." He said as you nodded a little and sat up slowly.
"What happened..." You whispered as Tony sat beside you and sighed.
"We were fighting against these weird ass aliens, we thought we took them down but, we found you and Bucky unconscious. You had been injected with some kind of venom and it trapped you inside your own mind." He said as you rubbed your head.
"How long were we out?" You asked as he looked at you sadly.
"It's been four months." He said as you stared forward trying to take in all of this information.
"It's going to take a while to get used to this again..." You whispered as Tony smiled sadly.
You heard a noise and looked up to see Bucky.
"Steve caught me up... So, in conclusion I was right the entire time and you weren't." He said as you laughed and shook your head.
"You fucking suck."
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so this is kinda random but im gonna shoutout my tiktok account where I recommend ao3 fanfics to read. its kinda just a random side thing i do but i think its fun sharing the really good fics i read. at the moment ive been posting a lot of Good Omens fics and Spider-Man fics but ive also got Voltron(all Klance) fics and Sally Face fics. And if you scroll down enough theres like a hundred BNHA fics. i dont like BNHA anymore but theres still heaps of old posts with recs for it if your interested
the username is @ao3_fanfic.rec
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