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This is the final chapter of this fic! I LOVED writing it, and loved everyones messages, kudos, and comments. I’ll try to think of something else I can do with this version of Maria.

Maria you deserved so much more than what the MCU gave you.

----SURPRISE! IT’S A POST CONCLUSION MINI FIC!!-------

Tony, Pepper, Maria, Steve, and Natasha were sitting in Tony’s cinema room. Pepper and Tony were sitting together on a love seat while Steve sat in between Maria and Natasha on a couch.

Tony decided to screen the 1979 film “Alien” as Steve had never seen it before and he was really in the mood to watch it after the events that recently transpired.

As the movie progressed they got the scene where the alien chestburster burst through Kane’s chest graphically Steve recoiled.

“Lookin’ a little rough, Steve.” Tony remarked at Steve’s reaction at the brutal and graphic scene of the chestburster xenomorph breaking through a man’s ribcage.

“This is terrifying.” Steve muttered his face contorting in discomfort.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Natasha asked with a snarky smile.

“You like this?” Steve asked Maria and Maria just smiled at him.

“I mean…” Maria started “It’s a good movie.” She said with a shrug.

“Like it? She used to show this clip specifically to new SHIELD recruits telling them it was footage of someone who didn’t listen to her.” Natasha explained with smirk.

“Holy..heck..” Steve mumbled.

“She’s kidding.” Maria was quick to clarify for Steve.

“Definitely would have been effective…” Steve shuddered

“I do like that idea.” Tony agreed “but instead of it being what happens if people don’t listen to Hill it should be what happens if people don’t listen to me.” Tony said smugly.

“Doesn’t work” “Doesn’t work” “Doesn’t work”

Maria, Pepper, and Natasha all said almost in unison but slightly out of rhythm which made it far more effective.

Tony looked to Steve for support but Steve was still a bit too grossed out.

“It works for Hill and not for me?” Tony asked like he couldn’t believe that would be true.

“Yes.” Nat answered confidently, Pepper confirmed with a nod.

“Why?” Tony asked

“She’s cooler than you.” Pepper said trying not to laugh.

“I…” Tony started. Maria looked at him gave him a nod like that was definitely the truth.

“You’re cooler than me, now?” Tony asked Maria with a head tilt. “Since when?” He asked—he was Iron Man!

“Now? She’s always been.” Pepper smirked.

“The data in this room is skewed toward women, and it is not an accurate sample.” Tony shook his head, Maria, Pepper, and Natasha laughed, Steve wasn’t paying attention as his eyes were glued to the screen.

“Okay nerd.” Natasha joked.

“Maria’s cool like this lady.” Steve pointed Ripley out in the movie.

“Told you.” Maria said smugly to Tony.

“I agree—I have always agreed to that.” Tony started “but Ripley isn’t cooler than…” he started but he stopped as all of them looked at Tony to see if he dared say that Ellen Ripley wasn’t as cool as Iron Man or him. “It’s skewed data in here.” He added before he finished what he was going to say.

“The second one of these is really good too.” Maria said to Steve who didn’t look like he was going to make it through the first one.

“There’s a second one?” He wondered if he was going to have to watch it.

“Oh buddy…” Tony started “it’s a major franchise.”

“I mean all they have to do is listen to Lieutenant Ripley and the movie would be over and everyone would be fine.” Steve pointed out kind of stressed.

“MMHM” Natasha and Maria both agreed in unison.

The two exchanged eye contact behind Steve’s head in a friendly way. Then they touched each other’s hands in a not so friendly way. But Maria was quick to remove her hand from Natasha.

“Steve have you ever seen Jurassic Park?” Tony asked eagerly

“Uhh…” Steve wondered if he should take any more movie suggestions from Tony.

“It’s not as scary.” Natasha chimed in.

“This one is only scary if you’re a man.” Pepper joked.

“I can’t believe you saved Tony’s life with that thing.” Steve said looking at the screen and the grotesque aliens.

“I am resourceful.” Maria joked.

“You are something.” Tony added in “Now stop talking, this is the theater.” He joked.

“You’re the one who started talking!” Natasha huffed playfully at him.

“It’s my theater.” Tony snarked.

After the movie was over Maria, Steve, and Natasha took the elevator together. Steve was still standing between them, but he got off the elevator in the main entrance and exit floor, saying goodbye to them both.

“That was … interesting.” Steve said to them.

“The second one you’ll love.” Maria said eagerly.

“If you think so, it’s probably true…” Steve agreed before he left.

And then Maria and Natasha were alone together. And they hadn’t been alone together since Maria left her apartment in tears after she told her she didn’t think things on the romantic side were going to work out.

The rode the elevator down to the parking garage standing next to each other as the inched closer together after Steve left. They didn’t say a word.

As the elevator opened in the empty parking garage. Natasha and Maria had both stared forward the whole ride down in the elevator. Natasha was about to step out, her eyes not looking at Maria at all. As she took a step she felt a gentle yet firm grip enclose around her hand.

It surprised Natasha, but she was happy to feel it. She turned her gaze back to Maria whose expression was a mix of vulnerability and longing. Like if Maria didn’t hold onto Natasha in this way she would walk out this door and be gone for good.

In the charged moment, Natasha moved back toward Maria and they didn’t care where they were, who could see them, what camera it would be on or anything, nothing mattered everything around them vanished as the kissed for the first time in months, maybe even a year. Their connection deepening with each passing second, everything that happened before faded into insignificance as they gave into the intensity of the feelings they never spoke but that persisted within them nonetheless. The two separated and stared at each other.

“Ohh you!” Natasha said pointing at Maria as the culprit, grinning, smirking, laughing.

Maria groaned to herself, then she sighed as she rolled her eyes at herself.

“Fuck.” Maria muttered. Maybe she hadn’t fixed all of her relationships, but she guessed she would put a pin in it for now.

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes x Reader: Shall We Dance?

(Author’s Note: Hey all, I’m back but this time with a Bucky fic! I just thought this was an adorable idea, and I even found a soundtrack for it. You could play some 1940′s instrumental jazz in the background while reading this fic to enhance the experience, or not. Up to you!

Also, this is sort of an AU that takes place after Civil War, but where the Avengers don’t separate yet. So yeah I’m jumping on the bandwagon of Avengers still living in the tower with Bucky joining them XD)

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, poking your head around the corner. Taking note of what the guests were wearing, you immediately felt out of place. Despite the party having a 1940’s theme, most of the ladies were wearing rather modern dresses that were long and elegant and touched the floor. Some did go as far as pinning their hair in updos that were fitting for the time period, but even so, you glanced down at your old-fashioned evening gown and perfectly matched shoes with doubt. It was a beautiful deep blue dress that went almost to your ankles. The sleeves were a tad puffy at the shoulders before tightening into long sleeves the rest of the way to your wrists. The outfit was very lovely, but it was most definitely out-dated compared to what the guests were wearing.

It was a birthday celebration for Steve Rogers- a surprise one at that. Stark had volunteered a floor of the Avengers tower for the venue, and Natasha and you had the neat idea of making it an old-fashioned party complete with music from the 1940’s to make things feel more like home. You and Nat had fun researching the sort of clothes worn back then, but apparently not everyone had taken the theme so literally.

“You kidding me?” Natasha responded in a low voice, brows furrowing slightly. “You look great. Now, let’s get out there and own it.” A smile crept on your face, and you were glad to have a friend go into the party with, especially someone as confident as Romanoff. She was dressed in a 1940’s gown too, though hers was a pretty dark green which complemented the red lipstick she wore. “We were pretty specific about the theme of the party,” she continued. “Technically, most of these people are the ones out of place, not us.”

“Good point.”

“This is for Steve anyway. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the gesture.”

It wasn’t necessarily the guests that concerned you. Or Steve. A certain someone would be in attendance, and you strived to be cool as a cucumber.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” You stepped out from the hallway and couldn’t help but smile. The music was jazzy, and the lights made the scene even more charming as couples danced on the floor while others conversed at little tables or the bar. Natasha walked beside you, eyes scanning the room. They rested on Bruce, who was talking to Tony with a drink in his hand.

“You going to say ‘hi’?” you asked, giving her a playful nudge. She played it off as if she couldn’t care less, but you knew there was something going on between her and the scientist.

“Maybe later.”

A waiter approached with a tray, and Natasha gratefully accepted a shrimp cocktail while you decided to take a chance on a pastry. As you bit into your snack, you looked to your friend.

“You look beautiful,” you complimented.

She flashed a warm smile, a rare but lovely sight from the secret agent. “You look beautiful too,” she said. Then, her eyes seemed to dart to something behind you. “It looks like someone else thinks so.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?” You snuck a glance over your shoulder in the most subtle way you could before quickly turning away when a pair of dark blue eyes gazed in your direction. Your heartbeat quickened as Natasha raised a brow. “It’s Bucky.”

“Yes, it is,” she nodded, though her probing gaze didn’t leave your face as she took in your expression. “Something wrong?”

“No,” you said quickly. A little too quickly.

Her eyes traveled to the former Winter Soldier before a hint of a smirk appeared on her lips. “Oh, so you still have a thing for him?”

“What? I never told you that.”

“Didn’t need to.” Her smirk grew. “I sort of read people for a living, and it’s written all over your face whenever he walks in the room.”

“Well, glad I was being subtle,” you remarked with an eye roll. “I just get so nervous. He’s a good friend, and…”

“And he’s coming over here.”

“He’s- what?”

“He’s walking this way,” she mumbled under her breath.

You followed her eyes to see those eyes fixed on you as he approached. Though his dark hair was still somewhat long and unkempt, he wore a nice suit and shoes. His lips pressed together in an awkward smile as he entered the space where you and Natasha stood.

“Hey,” he greeted with a small wave.

“Hi,” you said, smiling. Natasha didn’t speak. She only observed the interaction as your eyes wandered the room in desperate search for something else to talk about. “This turned out to be a nice party,” you commented. “You think Steve is having a good time?”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, looking over to see the Captain having a dance with Sharon. “It is nice. I think he’s having fun. Sure looked happy to see everyone when he walked in.”

You laughed as you remembered his reaction- your friend and teammate’s look of pleasant surprise and then a big smile as everyone shouted “surprise!” You even asked that Tony get a picture from the security footage.

“Definitely loved the look on his face,” you said. The conversation between the two of you quieted for a minute as both of you looked at your surroundings until Bucky spoke up again.

“You like the music?” he asked, gesturing with a metal hand to your feet. You hadn’t even noticed yourself swaying in place to the tune. The realization caused you to give a sheepish smile and shrug.

“I think I do.”

Bucky’s little awkward smile widened, and his eyes held warmth as he asked, “do you wanna’ dance with me?” Your eyes travelled to that inviting gaze of his, and it was like your heart was doing flips. You nodded, and he extended his other hand to take yours. Then, he looked to Natasha. “Mind if I steal her for a dance or two?”

Natasha smirked again. “Not at all. Have fun, you two.”

Bucky glanced your way again before leading you toward the dance floor. You shot a look at Natasha over your shoulder, mouth falling open in shock that this was happening. She gave a nod of approval.

Bucky stopped before going too far into the crowded space, turning to put the metal hand at your waist while you put your arm around the back of his neck. He exhaled sharply in a silent chuckle, glancing down at his feet. “Sorry,” he said, eyes darting back up to yours. “It’s been a while. I haven’t danced with a woman in….well, about seventy years.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. An ache grew in your heart at the thought. He’d spent a lot of time brainwashed and forced to do awful things for Hydra. Before you could dwell on it much further, you remembered where you were and tried to keep the conversation light-hearted. “Well I hope I don’t disappoint you. I haven’t had much experience dancing to this kind of music.”

“_________,” he said, starting to sway to the music. You let him lead you in the beginnings of the dance. “You are far from disappointing me.” He stepped back to give you a twirl, and you followed through with a smile on your face. “And since I’m out of practice, we won’t do anything fancy.”

“Sounds good to me.”

A warm feeling gathered in your chest, and you were absolutely elated as you and Bucky let the tune carry you both. The grin never left your expression. He seemed to be smiling even wider as he got more comfortable. Hearing this kind of music on the radio used to feel so strange to you. You’d breeze past it to the next station in search of something more to your taste, something more modern. But being there in that moment, dancing with Bucky, it felt so real. So alive. You could see why people enjoyed it. From then on, you’d never think of it the same way.

“You look gorgeous, doll,” Bucky said over the music, drawing your attention from the live band and back to his gaze. The lights reflected as a splash of glowing color amongst the beautiful blue of his eyes. “Where’d you find a dress like that?”

You ducked your head slightly from the compliment. “Oh, I got it online. It was Natasha’s idea. We were hoping everyone would dress up, but turns out it was just us.”

“Well, I like it. Love it, actually.”

“Thank you.” He gave you another twirl just as the song ended, and both of you pulled away to applaud the band along with the other couples. Then, the band took a short pause to turn pages and take a breather before playing a slower song. As the other couples drew closer to dance slowly, you stole a glance at your dance partner, wondering if he’d want to dance this song with you or take a break. Before you could ask, he offered his hand. You smiled, uncertainty vanishing, as he gently pulled you forward and put an arm around you. Your face was inches from his shoulder, and you decided to just go along with it by wrapping your arms around him. You took your first few steps of the dance carefully, adjusting to the slower tune. Despite the hair raised on the back of your neck and the way your breath caught in your throat at the sweet moment you had dreamed of many times, it felt so safe there. So secure. You didn’t want to leave anytime soon.

“So I’m impressed,” you said. “No feet have been stepped on yet.”

He pulled away ever so slightly to give you a humorous look. “It’s been some time, but I have danced before, _________.”

You laughed. “Actually I was talking more about myself.”

“Ah. See, that makes more sense.”

“Oh, please,” you joked. “I’m not that bad.”

He chuckled softly and rested his cheek against yours, like you’d seen in old-timey movies, as he swayed with you. “No, no that bad indeed.”

You were stunned into silence again at the contact. Your steps weren’t a concern anymore because it felt like you were floating across the dancefloor.

“Is this okay?” he asked. The question was so quiet considering how close his voice was.

It felt wrong to nod and break the contact, so you just uttered a hushed, “yeah. It’s more than okay actually.”

How long had you been dancing? You weren’t sure. All you knew was eventually the band announced that they’d be taking a break, a well-earned one in your mind. Everyone at the party applauded, and you and Bucky hesitantly pulled away.

“Hey, Buck,” a new voice greeted. “Hey there, _________.”

“Happy birthday, Steve,” Bucky said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You’re in pretty good shape for being, what, ninety-eight? What’s your secret?”

Steve gave a chuckle. “I already heard that one a few times today. But thanks, my secret is that I go for a run every day.”

“Happy birthday,” you chimed in with a grin, giving him a hug. “Do you like the party?”

“Yeah, I really do. I heard you had something to do with the theme?”

“Me and Nat both did.”

That Steve Rogers smile appeared on his face, softening his features even more. It was the kind of smile that made anyone feel like a million bucks because it was always so genuine. “Well, thank you. It was very sweet of you both.”

“There he is!” Thor called, and the three of you looked over to see him holding up a glass. “The birthday boy! Come hither and tell us one of your tales of victory!”

Steve hesitated, looking at you and Bucky. “Ah, guess I’ll be right back, then?”

“Go see your other guests,” Bucky told him, giving him a nudge. “We’ll catch up with you later.” Steve gave one last wave and approached the group, causing them to erupt in cheers. You and Bucky exchanged looks, laughing.

“How long do you think they’ll keep him?” Bucky asked.

“A while, for sure.” Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Natasha and Bruce conversing casually. Wanda and Vision walked past, both glancing your way and waving. They looked so cute together. With the music gone, all you could hear was quiet chatter and the clinking of glasses and silverware. It was such a peaceful atmosphere.

“Want something to eat?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I do.” He stopped a waiter so that the two of you could grab a few appetizers and go find a seat. You found a few lounge chairs near the window where you could look out at the city lights in the dark. There was some playful banter, as usual, and some brief talk of superhero work before you settled on a game of truth or dare. So far, Bucky had dared you to try a new food that you weren’t so sure about, and you had dared him to throw a straw wrapper at Sam just to get his attention. It was your turn to pick again, and you chose “dare.”

“I dare you,” Bucky began, narrowing his eyes as he leaned back in the chair in thought. “I dare you to save me the next dance, and the one after that.”

Your smile faded at his words while you played with the hem of your dress. “Hm, okay.” You paused. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said.

“Alright, here’s my question: Is there a reason you want all these dances with me?”

His gaze was fixed on you sincerely as he opened his mouth to reply. Unfortunately, this happened to be the moment that Steve returned.

“I’m back,” he announced. “Sorry about that.” He halted to observe the way you and Bucky looked at each other so intently. “Oh, am I interrupting?”

“Um, no, we were just…”

“Playing a game.” Bucky said quickly. “Truth or dare.”

Steve nodded. “Gotcha’. Hey, was that why you threw straw wrappers at Sam?”

“It was only one straw wrapper,” Bucky corrected. “And yes, it was the reason. If you talk to him again, you should tell him that it was ___________ who put me up to it. I was just following the rules of the game.” He feigned innocence with the casual shrug of his shoulders.

“I bet,” Steve chuckled.

Just then, you noticed the band heading back to their instruments. It appeared that their break was over and they were beginning to play again. Immediately, Bucky looked at you and then his friend.

“Speaking of rules of the game,” he said. “__________ here owes me a dance. Are you up for it?”

You smiled, rising from the lounge chair. “Sure. It was a dare, after all.” In reality, you both knew that it was a joke and you didn’t have to comply with the dare if you didn’t want to, but the thing was, you did want to. You wanted to save all your dances for him. As he led you to the dance floor again, you didn’t see Natasha walk over to Steve with her arms folded.

“You think they’re going to get together?” she asked.

“It’s their business,” Steve pointed out. “Not our place to get involved”. Natasha glanced his way with a raised brow, and he sighed in defeat. “Okay yeah, I think it’s going to happen soon. Back home, Bucky was never this hesitant when it came to dates. He’s really taking his time with her. I think it’s because he really cares about her.”

“That’s sweet, but how do you know he feels that way?”

“He told me. We’re best buds, remember?”

“I thought you and I were best friends,” she deadpanned. They shared a humorous look as they watched the two of you moving to the rhythm of the jazzy music, big smiles across your faces. “I just hope it happens soon.”

“I hear that.”

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