#captain america x adopted daughter reader

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Avengers x teen! reader

Captain America x adopted! Daughter! Reader

Tony Stark x teen! Reader

Peter Parker x Reader <Friendship>

TW: Death, Neglection, Swear words, Drug use, Not Proofread

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                 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌: Mary On A Cross

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"What are you doing with these, [Y/N]?"

"Give 'em back!"

But through all the sorrow

[Y/N] let out a bull laugh "I can't believe you went in to my bags!"

All avengers were looking at her. Some with anger and some with disappointment. "Kid, this is serious. You ca–"

"Ironic, coming from you Tony. And stop acting like you care! 'Cuz none of you do!" she went for the elevator before Vision approach her.

"We care, Dusk, if we didn't we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." Natasha said, making [Y/N] halt.

"Don't... Don't. You. Ever. Call. Me that!" her tone was emotionless and venomous at the same time.

We were riding high

"Hey, it's alright. Okay? No one's angry we– I just want to understand why. I'm sure you have a good reason."

And the truth of the matter is

"You want to understand? You ask me WHY? You want the truth? THE REAL TRUTH, CLINT? When they said some one was gonna adopt me I was curious and happy. But then I learn that the one who got adopted was Dusk and not me." tears started to gather in her eyes. Voice shaking. Hands wondering around her pockets. Looking for something little to bring her some release.

I had to let you go, let you go

"[Y/N], that's not an excuse of your actions." everyone eyed Steve with the evidence of shock in their eyes.

"Steve, don't start now." Tony was getting irritated, he had seen this exact look a long time ago. In the face of his loved one.

"Shut the fuck up, old man! You've never wanted me! You don't want anyone in your life expect for that SHIELD's Founder! But news flash, she is dead! Had a great life without you too! Why can't you just let it go?!" [Y/N] shouted, meaning every word she said. Tears of sadness and anger leaking down her cheeks.

"Know your place, kid." Steve had straighten up his shoulders. In an attempt of appearing bigger in her eyes.

"What if I don't?!" she was trying his limits, as well as hers and her friends.

"Y—"

"Shut up, Steve! Just shut up!" Iron man cut off his 'friend's' words.

"How I talk to my daughter is not your business, Tony. She did something wrong which deserves a punishment."

"You, your murder machine friend and SHIELD are enough of a punishment to her!" the stern look in his eyes was telling a tragic story.

"I know it's hard for you to understand but keep your egoistical self out of this, Stark. Because not everything's about you."

"Says the man who's the king of melancholia." muttered [Y/N], getting Captain's attention back on her.

You go down just like Holy Mary

"What is that suppose to mean, young lady?!"

"You know what I mean. I'm going to my room."

Mary on a Mary on a cross

In her room [Y/N] sat on the floor, her back against the door. She had her arms wrapped around her legs keeping them close to her chest. On the floor, right next to [Y/N], there was an empty needle. She could hear them fighting but she couldn't careless as the drugs had hit her brain.

Not just another Bloody Mary

It had been hours since the girl last seen by the team. [Y/N]'s breaths had become shallow as the drug's done it's work. She, for once felt at peace as the non-talked sleepiness took over her body.

Knock Knock , Knock   ,   

Knock Knock , Knock Knock Knock   ,  

Knock Knock , Knock

She looked up, confused, at the door knob. She thought what was wrong with this stranger and the way they knocked on the door. The knocking repeated itself. [Y/N] let out a frustrated sigh as she tried to get up. Key word, tried. She hold onto the knob, pulling herself on her shaking legs. Before she could turn the knob she fell down with a thud. Alerted, the stranger at the door –Peter–asked if she was okay.

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

After getting no response, he invited himself in.

Not just another Bloody Mary

What Peter saw when he got in the room was one of the most scariest things he had ever seen, even though he is a crime fighter spider. [Y/N] was laying on her side not moving and lips turned blue. He knew she was breathing or at least trying to, her heart rate was slowing down too drawing her near death more. Peter wondered why FRIDAY didn't send them any notification then remembered what his friend was best at. Hackinc.

"Mr. Stark!" he bend down next to [Y/N].

"What's wrong kid?" Tony asked as he came by the door.

"She needs medical attention."

Tony stood there like he didn't hear Peter. He continued to stare ahead. They needed to move fast if they wanted her to stay alive.

Mary on a, Mary on a—

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I hope you like it

Part 2?

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Marvel - Masterlist

Loki:

Series:

Can I keep you?: Tony's adopted daughter moves to the Avengers Tower and gains a certain god's attention? What could go wrong?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17

Happy Ending | Sad Ending

Halloween Special

Beautiful Stranger: When you’re stumbling through the woods in the middle of the winter, you’re found by strangers and brought to the old mansion. The owner of the mansion helps you and you can’t help but fall in love. But what happens when you find out about his secret?

Part 1 | Part 2

30 days, I’m yours!: Living with the Avengers was...interesting on its own. But when one day, Loki appears and claims that you are his wife, while you have no recollection of even knowing him, interesting turns into plain complicated. - discontinued

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Drabbles:

Decorating gone wrong - Christmas Drabble

Drabble #69

Drabble #61

Drabble #54, #71

Oneshots:

Meeting his Match - smut with a bit of plot

Sick - When the Reader gets sick, Loki has to take care of her

Tattoo of Love - You’re working beside Tony and Bruce at a science fair. While you’re there, Thor and Loki come to visit since they need to talk to Tony. Since the last time Loki had changed into his Jotun form, the lines on his skin staid even when he was back to normal. You notice that he is insecure about them and find a way to comfort him

First day of school...again

Okay dad! - Loki is slowly becoming a father figure for you

Imagines:

Imagine being Tony’s adopted daughter. Loki becomes interested in you after he notices how your father treats you.

Captain America:

Drabbles:

Drabble #7

Headcanons:

HC - Captain America x chuby!Reader

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[youre-amazing-say-it]

Request 2 flufftober

Chris x adopted daughter

She’s never experienced the infamous ‘evans Halloween party’ or any holiday with their family ever or even before she was adopted by Chris, so she’s not very sure what to do or how to act because she’s not used to this but they have it at chris’ house because he agreed to host and basically halfway though the night reader goes to her room to calm down with dodger since she’s got a calm corner in her room but it’s a separate room in her room if you get what i mean. And chris finds her overwhelmed by all of this since it’s loud and just overstimulating as hell so she feels guilty because she’d always get moaned at for being the ‘problem child’ but Chris assures her it’s okay to be overwhelmed and overstimulated by this because it’s not her normal since she’s never really had a normal so they talk about it since it’s okay so she doesn’t feel like a burden or a problem and it’s just fluff with a little angst because her parents weren’t nice people (can relate) so he gives her the space and the comfort to decompress from this and then lets her say when she’s ready to go back out if she is so he’s not rushing her 💖

I was Afraid

Pairing: Chris Evans x Adopted Daughter!reader

Warning: Glass Breaking, Yelling, talk of abuse (physical), Reader Overstimulated/ Shut down, Weighted Blanket, Anxiety,

A/N: changed it to a welcome party! hopefully I did this justice

Being a teenager in the foster system, you never thought you would get adopted, even less so by Chris Evans. The two of you meet through a screening of Captain America: The Winter Soldier hosted by the City of NYC for all the kids in foster care. Chris and Sebastian Stan came to stop by, and the two of you instantly connected.

Five months later, Chris signed the papers and you moved into his home in Boston. After settling in, Chris mentioned that he would have the family over for a welcome party. You had met them each individually before but never had they all been over at once.

Now, the gathering was in full swing. Chris and Scott were outside catching up, plus Chris really wanted you to spend time with your aunt and cousins to get to know them. Your cousins were all playing a board game. You, Carly, and Shana were in the kitchen starting to clean up from the party. You went to go clean out a glass bowl until it accidentally slipped from your fingers, dropping it on the floor.

The sound of the glass on the floor made your breath hitch. Your cousins, not knowing any better, ran to the kitchen and started walking towards the broken glass. "kids, KIDS!" Carly spoke loudly. You could tell she was getting overwhelmed, not wanting her kids and niece to get hurt. "Step away from the glass," Chris and Scott came inside after hearing the breaking as they took in the scene in front of them.

Nobody took in the way you were reacting, standing still and eyes wide. You made a huge mistake, and you knew that this was going to go bad. You felt your breathing going heavy, and your brain started to hurt. Your mind was racing with all of the possible scenarios of how Chris or the family would punish you for your mistakes. You didn't want to get hit, you had to run. Run.

Shit," you heard Chris murmuring under his breath. "Okay back up, BACK UP!" Chris said as he went to go grab the dustpan from the kitchen. He noticed you just standing there and he quickly moved you out of the way. You came back to reality at that moment as you quickly ran upstair to your new room.

Meanwhile, Chris was too preoccupied with cleaning to realize that you left the room. He finished sweeping the glass into the dustpan, and put it in a plastic bag and away for the moment. Once it was away, Chris looked around for you, realizing your presence was missing. "Hey," he turned towards Carly, "where did Y/n go?" Carly exhaled as she put her hands on the counter. "I think I heard her go upstairs. Maybe it all got too much for her," she spoke to her brother. "You okay if I go check up on her?" he asked his sister. "Of course, go" she replied as he started heading up the stairs.

Your room at this point didn't have much, you still needed to personalize it. But the one thing you for sure had was the nice bean bag in the corner with a white weighted blanket on top of it. Chris got it for you after the first couple of hangouts when you mentioned how when you get anxious you just need comfort. You quickly got under the blanket and closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down.

A couple minutes later, you heard a gentle knock on the door. "Hey, sweetie? It's Chris, can I come in?" you heard the voice say. While Chris adopted you officially, you still weren't at the point of calling him dad yet. You nodded your head, but then realized he couldn't see you. "Sure," you said as you wrapped the blanket around yourself more.

As Chris stepped into your room, he saw that you were curled up into the blanket. Wanting to give you space, he closed the door behind him as he sat on your bed. "I see the blanket has come to good use," he spoke, trying to make conversation. "Do you like it?" he questioned. You gave a nod as you try to decompress after the event. "Look, I don't want to say that I know what you are going through because I don't. But I'm in this for the long run with you, and I want to help you as much as I can." He spoke softly. "So, want to tell me what that was about?"

You took a breath before continuing. "I was afraid you were going to hit me," you practically whispered. Chris just let out a huge sigh as he stood up and made his way over to you. With each step he took, he saw your body tense up more and more. Chris stopped and knelt down in front of you. "Y/n, can you look at me," you shook your head quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you spoke as you felt the tears coming down your face. He quickly got rid of the blanket and scooped you up into his lap as he held you.

"Shh, shh, I got you, hun. I got you, it's okay" you heard him say into your ear as he stroked your hair. Your hand was shakingly clutched onto the white t-shirt Chris was wearing. Breathe in, breathe out, come on just like we practiced," he whispered as you tried doing what he said. Deep breaths in and out. You continued to do that until you and Chris could feel your heartbeat and tears slow down.

"Hun," Chris said as he wiped some tears off your face and moved your hair out of your face. "You know I will never EVER hurt you. And I know it will take some time for your brain to know that. But know that you are in a safe home, and you are loved, okay?" he spoke as you looked into your lap. "Hey kiddo, look at me," he requested as you looked into his blue eyes. "I will always keep you safe. I promise"

You latched onto him again as he said those words, feeling your world become a little bit safer to live in.

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Off Limits (Part 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader/Tony Stark's daughter Warnings: Cussing, maybe a little violence, fluffy Steve Summary: You're Tony's daughter and he wants you to join the Avengers to help out with getting intel, your dad tells the men that you are off limits and not to try anything, but a certain someone doesn't listen. Also, you can read minds. :) Enjoy! Mind reading is in italics A/N: This is gonna be a series

You always felt kind of different, you never seemed to fit in, anywhere. That sucked because you were a complete ray of sunshine despite your father being Tony Stark who was the complete opposite of that. When you were younger you thought you were crazy because there were all types of voices in your head, you didn’t know the powers you had until your parents sat you down and told you that you could read minds which is why they never kept anything from you except for the fact that they were your adoptive parents and your real parent was Tony Stark. Tony knew about you but you only knew of him, as Iron Man, you don’t know who your birth mother is, no one does. You’ve been homeschooled since the 5th grade, that’s when your powers got stronger and you couldn’t take the words people were thinking about you, and all the secrets you had to keep because how could you explain how you knew what you knew. Now you are in your early 30s and you can control them now and you're finally reunited with your birth father. You’re still in touch with your adoptive parents but they agreed that it would be safer for you to be with Tony since he had the technology and understanding to keep you safe. You’ve talked every day with Tony to get to know him before meeting just to make sure he wasn’t a creepy old man who just wanted to kidnap you and keep you as his own, but you trusted your parents and they’ve never lied to you before. You met Tony at the front of the compound, your heart was racing and you couldn’t wait to spend time with your birth father. "Y/N, It's so great to finally meet you!" Tony pulled you into a tight hug. You didn't expect him to hug you, you've seen his sarcasm on TV and from people who've met him, he wasn't the affectionate type but maybe you were different because you were his daughter. The two of you pulled back and he smiled wide looking at your features "It's like looking in a mirror." You smiled and looked back at him "It is weird, I always thought I looked like you but thought I was just crazy." He took your bag putting it on one shoulder and wrapped his free arm around your shoulders and guided you inside "Let's go introduce you to everyone." You both walked up the stairs and into the compound talking about small things to get to know each other, you two made it to the common room where everyone was sitting and talking. "Everyone, this is Y/N she is our newest Avenger." Everyone looked over exchanged hellos and introduced themselves "No offense, Tony but do we really need a new Avenger?" You snapped your head in the direction of the voice and found a very gorgeous blonde-haired, blue-eyed muscle man also known as Captain America. Tony cleared his throat and stood tall "Well, Miss America, this is also my daughter." Everyone's jaw dropped and you stood there smiling wide looking at everyone's expression, their thoughts filling your mind which instantly gave you a headache. You rubbed your temples, flinching from the pounding spikes of pain. "I'm going to need everyone to stop thinking just for a moment please." They all looked at you confused "Just a little headache." You smiled and turned to Tony asking where you were staying "I'll show you." You smiled and followed Natasha to your room. "Alright, couple of ground rules." Tony stood in front of the other guys arms crossed "That is my daughter, none of you are allowed near her except on missions or when myself or Natasha are present. Rogers and Cyborg, she is completely off-limits to you two and I swear if I find either one of you flirting with her I will end you." Everyone was silent and staring at Tony "Do I make myself clear?" They all nodded and Tony smiled making his way up the stairs to your room.

You placed your backpack on your new bed, looking around your room. "So, what's Tony like?" Natasha looked at you "He's different." She chuckled and sat in the chair by a table "Different how?" You sat on the edge of your bed looking over at her "Well, I've never seen him smile so much in one day before, Tony is very sophisticated and likes things done in a certain way, he's very sarcastic, some people find him rude but really he's a genuine guy who's been through a lot." You smiled as she explained Tony more to you, you wanted to call him dad but at the same time, you're not ready yet. You started to get another headache, you rubbed your temple squeezing your eyes shut "Do you need me to get you anything?" You squinted up at Nat "Some water please?" She nodded and headed out of your bedroom door, you laid back on your bed trying to get your thoughts and other's thoughts from bumping around in your head.

"I know Tony said she's off limits but I can't keep my eyes off of her, she's gorgeous."

Was that Steve? You shook your head closing your eyes, you sighed to yourself trying to relax, you’ve controlled your powers very well until now, maybe because of a new environment? Maybe you were nervous? Who knows, you need to get it together. You finally got up from your position and started putting your clothes in the dresser across from your bed, it took several trips back and forth from your car to the compound for the rest of your clothes and anything else you wanted to bring, with help from Thor, Bucky and Nat. You giggled a few times hearing the thoughts from Bucky saying how many clothes you had, while Thor thought about how small they were compared to him. You finally got all of your stuff put away and everyone went their separate ways except Bucky, for some reason he stayed “So, you’re Tony’s daughter?” You nodded and sat on the edge of the bed “Yeah, he seems great.” Bucky chuckled and nodded his head “Some would say” He looked around the room as if he was looking for someone “Well, I should get out of here, welcome to the team.” He gave you a small wave and walked away you raised an eyebrow and decided to follow him out the room “Wait, Bucky.” He stopped walking and turned to look at you “Yes, Y/N?” You caught up watching his face for any expression “I was wondering if you could show me around a bit” You saw him bite the inside of his cheek and look around. Why was he looking around?

Bucky: If Tony found out I was with her alone, he’d kill me.

You sighed and nodded “Never mind, I’m sure you’re busy.” You turned around and walked back to your room, you know Tony’s just looking out for you but you’re not a kid, you can handle yourself, you’re in a big-armed compound surrounded by super soldiers, black widow, a talking security system that controls everything, and a god for crying out loud. You decided to take a short nap, which ended up being a long nap, you were woken up by the sound of people yelling. Normally you don't hear anything outside of your room but it was super loud. You got out of bed and made your way to the common area "I don't care if it's innocent or not, you will not be around my daughter!" You heard Tony yell, but who was he yelling at? You peeked around the corner and saw him talking to Steve and Bucky, you couldn't help but think to yourself 'Did I get Bucky in trouble?' You shook your head and continued to listen "Tony, she asked me about you I couldn't just walk away." Tony sighed and rubbed his eyes “Give me a break cyborg.” Bucky scoffed and threw his head back “Alright, Tony.” You heard footsteps walking away “I can’t believe Tony is being so harsh.” That sounded like Steve but it could’ve been Bucky being sarcastic “Please, Tony is always harsh I understand why he’s like this, it’s his daughter and honestly I don’t blame him she’s gorgeous and I’ve been waiting to be alone with her” You heard Bucky chuckle and pat Steve’s back “Aww you have a crush, how cute. You know Tony won’t go for it.” You heard shuffling “Tony won’t know, right?” There was silence and then footsteps and when you looked up Steve was standing right in front of you. You smiled wide and looked up at him “Hi Steve.”

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[dreaminginpastels]

Hi could I request a spider man x fem!reader? In which she is kind of an adopted daughter to Captain America and has to figh against Peter and Stark during civil war. But Peter can't hurt her because he has a little crush and after the avengers solved their problems Tony encourages him to confess

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pairing: peter parker x fem!avenger!reader

summary: peter and reader are on different sides of the civil war conflict, and peter finds that he just can’t hurt the girl he loves.

warnings: none! just soft, adorable, dorky fluff with this cinnamon roll of a boy

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 3.5k (I swear I’m not trying to make a habit of this)

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“Peter, what the hell are you wearing?”

From his crouched position, Peter glanced around quickly before shooting up, glaring at MJ. “I was trying to be incognito. Thanks for ruining it.”

“Uh, you’re literally crouching against a locker wearing all black clothes and black sunglasses in the heart of summer? Pretty sure you were a second away from ruining it yourself anyway.”

“Hey, I resent that-” Peter began, stepping forward as his arms crossed in spite, before his spontaneous attempt to spin back towards the object of his attention caused him to fall flat on his face.

Ignoring the chuckles emanating from the group that Peter was just peering at, MJ shot the back of his head a pointed look, as he remained flat on the hallway floor.

“Just tell me when they’re gone, alright?”

Glancing up at her, and accepting MJ’s outstretched arm, Peter lifted himself from the floor. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, MJ retorted, “Oh, so you aren’t dressed as an emo spy, staring at that group of popular kids to get a glance at the new girl?”

A blush coated Peter’s cheeks as his arm automatically raised to rub the back of his neck. “Pfft, that’s uh…that’s absolutely…what I was doing. You got me.”

As he prepared to elaborate on his defeated response to MJ, the bell rang. Thankful for the reprieve, Peter glanced back in your direction, caught your eye from within the group and sent a small, awkward, wave your way. His breath hitched in his throat as you smiled warmly back at him and matched his wave in response, before walking off with the group. His heart soared when you glanced back at him before turning the corner on your way to your next class.

…

Resting his face on his chin, Peter watched you fondly from his regular seat in his physics class. Now, he discovered, one of three mutual classes that you had. You were discussing the work you had to catch up on with Mrs Warren, having transferred to the school part way through the current term, and Peter was mesmerised by your kind smile and glorious laugh.

Suddenly, he was pulled from his reverie by a sudden force, nudging him from his side. Scrambling to sit up properly, Peter turned to Ned, who was now smiling mischievously back at him. “Dude, you’re so smitten. I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Right. Smitten. Yeah.” Peter began, still focused on your conversation, before realising what he was admitting to. “I mean, no! I’m just trying to work out what the new girl’s deal is.”

It was a half-truth. The full truth was that Tony Stark, annoyed that Captain America had a new protégée, had asked Peter to gather intel, to work out what was so special about this girl that the Captain had ignored Tony’s pushbacks and insisted that the Avengers needed her as much as she needed them.

Tony had recounted the conversation to him the day before, with a level of detail that only pettiness allowed.

“She’s a good kid, Tony, and let’s face it - we can use as much support as we can get.”

“It’s not about how ‘good of a kid’ she is, Cap,” Tony began, pointedly. “She’s a kid, do we even know anything about her? Is she even on our side?”

“Our side?” Steve sighed, “Look, Tony, last I saw, she was saving busloads of kids from being crushed by the debris of collapsing buildings. She wants to help, and dammit Tony, she just needs a chance.”

“So you sympathise with her, is that it? She reminds you of how badly you wanted to fight for your country? The scrawny kid that just needed someone to believe in him?” He took a step towards Steve, and locked eyes with him. “You want to give her this chance enough that you’d risk her life for it, then by all means, bring her in. Just know that whatever happens to her is on your shoulders.”

An hour later, Peter had been summoned to Tony’s office.

“-And then he says ‘that’s a chance I’m willing to take, are you?’ and struts out!” Tony had marvelled at a speechless Peter. “I swear, if I have to spend one more minute staring at America’s ass as it walks away from me, I’m gonna lose it.”

Peter had chuckled lowly, unsure of how to respond to Tony’s outburst.

“It’s like, excuse me-” Tony began, spinning to face Peter with a pointed look, “Since when do we get protégé’s, am I right?”

Scrunching his mouth awkwardly as he thought of a way to reply that wouldn’t offend his new mentor, Peter had nervously muttered, “Well, I mean, you have me right, Mr Stark? I guess it seems kinda fair?”

In response, Tony waved a hand noncommittally, “Eh, it’s not the same.”

A little disenchanted, Peter raised an awkward hand to rub the back of his neck. “Uh i-it, it isn’t?”

Tony softened, clearly not meaning to offend him. Placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder, he responded, “Look, kid. I thought long and hard about inducting you into the Avengers, and it’s still something I have my reservations about. I don’t want to risk anyone’s life, but I have faith in you-”

Peter smirked up shyly at Tony’s words, and was met with the face of an inventor at work. “In fact, how would you like a little homework mission?”

And so here he was, sitting in his math class, trying desperately to find a way to talk to you, to find out literally anything about you. Partly for Tony, but mainly because he found himself drawn to you, and was unable to tear his eyes away.

…

Before he’d been able to report back to Mr Stark his findings, lacking as they may be, Peter had been alerted to a crisis that required immediate attention. Suiting up and swinging to his local bank, he was surprised to find the three bad guys already tied up and police sirens on their way. Standing in front of him, however, was a true sight to behold.

There you stood, beaming at him in an electric purple bodysuit. As he took the sight of you in, you walked towards him, placing a hand gently on his chin before whispering, “Looks like someone needs to work on that spidey sense, hmm?”

He barely had the time to regain regular brain functioning for long enough to formulate some semblance of a response before you were gone, vanishing as quickly as whatever witty remark he’d hoped to impress you with. Feeling a sudden emptiness without your intriguing presence, he came to and swung to his regular rooftop pondering space.

…

He could feel your presence behind him before you even said anything. He turned slowly to face you, relishing the moment of suspense as you approached him where he sat, legs dangling over the roof’s edge.

“Mind if I join you, Spider-Man?”

He shook his head, probably too eagerly, but you didn’t seem to mind. As you sat to his right, Peter blushed at your proximity, noting that with the whole roof at your disposal, you bunched up next to him.

You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, “So, what’s a sweet guy like you doing on top of a place like this?”

He chuckled, “Honestly? Trying to process how I’m supposed to feel about my job being done for me, and in such an effortless way.”

You smiled, eyes lighting up beneath your mask at the compliment. “Aww shucks, I’d say I feel bad, but I figure the quicker I am, the less risk there is to you. I’d hate to see you hurt because I didn’t get there fast enough.”

“I do, uh, I do have super healing, ya know?” He felt sheepish trying to impress you in such a boastful way, “-but I appreciate the sentiment.”

You smiled warmly, just as you had done in class earlier that day, and his worries disappeared. “So, uh, what are your powers?”

You laughed at his bashful curiosity, leaning towards him until your faces were mere inches away, before vanishing before his eyes.

Letting out a shocked gasp, Peter’s eyes widened, before he felt a gentle tap on his left shoulder. As he turned, he was met with a coy smile before you muttered, “Teleportation mainly.”

His jaw dropped in awe, “That’s-wow, that’s so cool.”

“Teleporting myself and small objects comes naturally but I’m still working on teleporting others,” you smiled warmly before adding, “-and don’t get me started on time travel.”

He audibly gasped, causing a fond chuckle to escape your lips. Just as he was wracking his brain for some topic to keep the conversation going, you stood up. “Well, this has been lovely but I have to head home. Hopefully I’ll see you around?”

He stood up, running a hand through his hair as he regarded you. “Yeah! I’d-uh, I’d like that.”

You seemed to consider him for a second, before quickly leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek. When he looked back up, you were gone, and he found his hand automatically reaching up to where your lips had been, his cheek still tingling.

He was doomed.

…

Blink.

That’s what they’d called you. The week after your official meeting on the rooftop, the tabloids had been almost as fascinated with you as he was.

He had to admit, it was the perfect superhero name for you. Every time he saw you, whether in class or fighting crime, he was always terrified that he’d blink and miss you. In fact, all of your encounters since that day had been brief. And he hated it.

In painful irony, his meeting with Tony the next day had been agonisingly long.

“Alright, kid, what can you tell me about y/n?”

Peter had sighed dreamily. “She’s amazing, Mr Stark. She’s kind, smart, she smells amazing-”

“Woah, Underoos, got anything actually useful?”

Peter had snapped out of it, then, a furious blush radiating from his cheeks. “Oh, sorry Mr Stark, uh, well she can teleport herself and small objects, and she’s working on time travel. And uh…she…”

Tony’s eyebrows had raised in impressed shock, then anticipation as Peter fumbled through the rest of his sentence. “-she may or may not have gotten to a crisis call faster than me.”

“Now that’s something,” Tony pondered aloud, “Good job, kid, proud of you.”

Peter smiled at the ground, “So, are you thinking that she can join the Avengers? because that, gee, that would be-”

Tony rolled his eyes before sighing, “Teenagers.”

…

If there had been any sign that Tony had softened and was genuinely considering inducting y/n into the Avengers, as Peter so desperately hoped, it had vanished as quickly as she could, when the news of the Accords broke out.

Tony wasn’t acting like himself, at least from what Peter had witnessed. He was emotional, more unpredictable than usual, and worst of all, resigned. Peter barely knew the man, but he knew that one thing Tony Stark did not do, was give up.

And so, when Tony summoned him for the fight at the airport, Peter had no choice but to go. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you. He would’ve been delighted, had you not been standing next to Captain America, and therefore, out of his reach.

Determined to prove his worth to Tony, and, though he hated to admit it, you, Peter seized the opportunity to make his presence known by disarming the Captain, using his web shooters to seize his shield.

“Nice job, kid.”

“Thanks! I could’ve stuck the landing a little better it’s just-” Peter was suddenly thrown off-balance as you suddenly appeared behind him, stealing back the Captain’s shield.

“You’ve been busy.” The Captain addressed Tony.

“So have you.” Tony gestured to you, now returning to Captain America’s side and handing him his shield.

Tony turned to you. “Look, kid, I’m trying to keep this guy from tearing the Avengers apart. It’s not personal, but I don’t want to have any more casualties on my shoulders.”

You nodded, respectfully, before retorting. “Is that why you’ve recruited a teenager to fight your battles?”

Captain America smiled proudly at you then, placing an approving hand on your shoulder.

Tony wasn’t having it, however, and the tense conversation quickly devolved into a full-blown fight. As Tony flew away in his suit, he assigned his team fighting partners. Peter, devastatingly, was assigned you.

He groaned, begrudgingly, as he sprinted towards the spot you had just been, gaining momentum to swing himself higher into the airport where he thought he noticed you re-appear. As you appeared before him, he waved, awkwardly. “Hey, y/n.”

You smiled, “Hey, Peter.”

“I hope you weren’t offended by what I said down there, I just think it’s a bit hypocritical for Mr Stark to say that he doesn’t want to take any more risks when he’s throwing you in the firing line whenever it suits him.”

Peter softened, “Ah, yeah. I appreciate you worrying about me, I really do, y/n, but Mr Stark’s a nice guy and he believes in me, I know he wouldn’t risk-”

“Less talking, more fighting!” Peter could hear Tony through his suit, “You can get your flirt on later, kid. I need you now.”

Peter turned to you, thankful for the suit covering his blushing cheeks. “Look, I don’t want to fight you, would you mind maybe teleporting around the airport and I can just give chase? I don’t want to let Mr Stark down.”

You smiled at his loyalty, and winked before vanishing and appearing on the tarmac, next to where Natasha and Clint were fighting. As Peter swings down, you vanish and appear behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. Peter notices your rhythm, however, and just before you attempt to teleport again, he catches you with his web fluid and pulls you towards him, holding your body against his own. He smiles down at you, “Hi again.”

You giggle, “Nice one.”

Before you pull away, Peter feels himself thrown to the ground, ears ringing, and notices Wanda chastising you. As Wanda goes to intervene between Natasha and Clint, you suddenly appear on your knees over Peter. He looks up at your concerned face, and his heart melts. “Are you alright?”

He smiles up at you, “I am now.”

Peter notices your blush at his sudden courage, and feels his heart swell, until he notices a trailer flying towards you and quickly leaps up, holding it above the two of you. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes widened with shock, you nod. “Let me help you with that.”

Peter watches you grimace under an invisible pressure before suddenly feeling a lightness above him. He notices the trailer, slightly bent, appear behind you on the tarmac.

He steps towards you, looking deep into your eyes, “I thought you said larger objects were hard for you?”

You smiled at him bashfully, “I guess this time it was worth the risk.”

Before he could reply, he heard Tony in his suit again. “Kid, I need you inside!”

Apologetically sighing at you, he latched onto the airport hangar and swung himself inside, stopping Bucky and Wilson, before moving back outside to help Tony attempt to subdue Ant-Man, who had now grown to enormous proportions.

Finally finding his groove, Tony praised Peter for his fighting spirit, but at the most crucial moment, Peter distinctly heard a yell coming from the tarmac. It was Captain America attempting to warn you about Ant-Man’s enormous shoe that was seconds from crushing you, but you were too busy disorienting Natasha to hear him.

Peter had a split-second decision to make. The Captain was desperately sprinting towards you, but he wouldn’t make it in time. Similarly, Tony couldn’t hold off Ant-Man on his own, and they really needed to stop him. Staring into the face of the man who’s opinion mattered most in the world to him, Peter muttered an apologetic, “I’m sorry, Mr Stark” before swinging himself in record speed, clutching your body to his as he swung you out of harm’s way just in time, the two of you rolling to a stop further along the tarmac.

The fight seemed to stop in an instant, each Avenger in shock at the sight of their two youngest and most recent recruits in a dizzy haze, milliseconds away from tragedy. Tony and Captain America stopped everything, rushing to your sides. Peter looked down at you, desperately, shaking you as your eyes fluttered open and shut. “y/n? oh God, please tell me you’re okay. Hey, look at me.”

Peter rolled off you as you moved to sit up, glancing around you as the Captain reached your side and cradled you. He looked up at Tony, “I hate to say it Tony, but you were right. This is foolish. We need supervision, I was an idiot for bringing y/n into this without proper training. I know we never got a practice run but, for God’s sake, they’re kids Tony. What was I thinking?”

Tony shook his head. “You were thinking that every kid, especially those as brave as these two, deserve the chance to do what they were born to do.”

He turned to Peter, with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, kid. You know so much more than me, and you’re still a teenager. Imagine what you’ll do for this world as you get to my ripe old age.”

Peter chuckled before turning back to you solemnly, he looked at the Captain for permission before offering you a gentle hand to lift you up. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You smiled, “Thanks for having my back.”

…

A week later and Peter was standing in Tony’s office, having been summoned. He was pacing back and forth because, of course, Tony had decided to go and get some water for the two of them, leaving an anxious Peter to overthink whether Tony’s battle panic had worn off and he was about to get chastised for sacrificing the mission for a girl.

Rather, when Tony re-appeared with water and snacks for the two of them, he tried a different tact. “So, Baby America, hey?”

Had he not been so shocked, Peter would have absolutely lost it at the sight of Tony Stark - genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and above all, his mentor - wiggling his eyebrows excitedly like a schoolboy.  

Instead, Peter, quite embarrassingly, choked on his water, spluttering onto the table before him.

Tony looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Gross.”

Peter wiped his mouth, “Oh God, I’m so sorry Mr Stark!”

“Never change, kid.” Chuckling, Tony pat his protégé’s shoulder affectionately. “But seriously, you’ve got the hots for her, right?”

Peter shook his head in disbelief, “Uh, yeah? I do?- I mean, she’s just amazing and honestly really inspiring, I mean, she literally saves lives every day, and she’s beautiful, and she actually laughs at my jokes! Can you believe that? and-”

Smiling fondly at the rambling, lovestruck teenager, Tony couldn’t help but interrupt. “-And so you’re going to tell her all this right?”

Peter’s eyes widened in mortification. “Oh God no! I’m lucky she even wants to spend time talking with me, I’m not going to ruin it by telling her that she’s the most beautiful girl on the planet.”

At that, Tony leaned towards Peter. Peter matched him, leaning forward in confusion. “Uh, kid? I think you just did.”

Slowly turning around as he did that night on the rooftop with you, Peter was met with your gorgeous face once more. Only, this time, the furious blush was for him, and him alone.

As you looked up and met his gaze, you offered him a small, awkward wave, and he was sure that you were meant for each other. He stood up and walked over to you, raising a nervous hand to his neck and rubbing gently - by now an endearing habit of his. “Uh, hi. I’m assuming you heard all that.”

You giggled, shuffling your feet nervously as you looked up at him, “Sure did.”

He grimaced, “Well, that’s embarrassing.”

You smiled warmly, “I think it’s sweet.”

His eyes widened in shock. “R-really?”

A step forward. “In fact, I think you’re sweet, and I’d kinda like to test that theory, if that’s okay with you?”

He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed as his brain tried to connect the dots. Instead, he noticed you leaning in and realised what was happening just in time to process your soft lips on his. He closed his eyes, gently cupping your face with his hand as he returned the kiss.

When he opened his eyes, he felt a cool breeze, and realised that you’d teleported the two of you, locked in a kiss, back to the very same rooftop you’d first officially met. He looked at you with such longing as he whispered against your lips, “God, please be mine.”

You smiled at him, eyes crinkling in the corners as you whispered back. “Always.”

He let himself blink, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere.

a/n: hello lovely nela! thank you so much for this request, it was such a cute one to write, and I hope that it’s everything that you wanted it to be 🥰 I’ll be honest, this one got away from me a bit, I got super caught up in their meet-cute and the exposition but hopefully that’s alright! I’m super excited to write more peter parker, and I’m really grateful that this was my first request for him. please feel free to request again, but also I’m really keen to hopefully get to your other request soon!

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Scream | Sam Wilson x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "You're sweet on me" sam wilson x m!reader pls!!

summary: film nights with Sam are always your favourite, but one film and one particular night might just change everything.

tws: horror film references, swearing

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Everyone could see that you were, in fact, more than sweet on Sam; from the way that you smiled at him and how you always knew what his favourite things were or what would make him smile, it was easy to see that you were absolutely head over heels for Captain America himself, and no one noticed it more than Frank, your unofficially adopted brother.

Frank took it upon himself a long time ago to take you under his wing, and he could see both sides of the infatuation, and although he encouraged you to pursue it and to do what you felt, you never did; you were certain that Sam didn't feel the same, certain that he would laugh at you if you ever told him how you felt.

But it wasn't just that, as you were painfully aware that with Sam being Captain America, there was a certain image that he had to give when it came to the press and to the papers; being seen with another man, especially being linked to another man romantically, was simply something that wasn't doable.

You couldn't help but to feel sick at the thought that some reporter or some journalist would slander Sam and everything he had done, all the good he had put into the world, simply because he was romantically linked to you.

The lights were all off in the house except for the faint kitchen lamp by the fridge as you and Sam sat beside each other on the floor, watching as a desperate mother and father called and desperately searched for their daughter as she was being dragged away by the masked killer; his thigh was against yours, just shy of completely leaning into you as he occasionally reached over to steal a swig from your can of Red Bull.

"These films are such shit."

You scoffed, trying not to laugh as you rolled your eyes. "Then why'd you suggest we watch it?"

"Because you like it," Sam shrugged, daring to steal a glance at you as the final girl's killer boyfriend snuck through the window. "Y'know, I've never snuck through your bedroom window, either."

You dared to snicker, covering your mouth as you hunched over slightly, shaking your head. "I'm sorry, are you gonna kill me?"

He laughed at that, finally leaning into you as he hummed softly, his hand resting on your inner thigh as he went limp; around you, Sam could actually let his guard down and could actually bring himself to be vulnerable. He didn't feel the pressures that he did when he was just out and about, he didn't need to be perfect; he could just be Sam.

"Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard they put her liver in the mailbox, next to her spleen and pancreas."

You dropped your hand to Sam's, gently tracing the little marks on his palms as you hummed and tilted your head to the side; it was nice enough to merely exist with Sam, to just be in the same room doing two different things, but nothing ever compared to the film nights. When he would cuddle up to you, and you would end up awkwardly cuddled into him in return; the nights watching horror films and bickering playfully about who the killer really was.

There was nothing like a classic whodunit.

"My ass is starting to hurt," Sam murmured. "You got a cushion or something?"

"You could always sit on my lap," you hummed, only half joking and not really expecting him to take it seriously anyway.

Unlike all the other times, though, Sam actually moved, and sat on your lap with his back against your chest, your arms around his waist as you rested your chin on his shoulder; Sam smiled, a soft and content hum coming from the back of his throat as he put his hands on yours and leaned back slightly.

The boyfriend was being questioned by police, a dark look in his eyes as he told them that he didn't do it and was adamant to throw them off of his scent; Sam licked his lips, swallowing thickly as he started to chew at the inside of his cheek.

"If a masked killer was hunting me," you mused. "What would you do?"

"Make sure you followed the slasher rules," Sam started, "and I'd make sure to play the role of the heroic and attractive childhood best friend who makes sure that the final boy survives... why? What would you do if it was me?"

"Depends on the killer," you replied, "but, if it was this guy? I'd probably get you packed up and take you out of town, take you to stay with Frank - he'd protect you while I take the killer on."

"What about Jigsaw?"

"Kill myself to save you," you told him, no hesitation in your voice. "No matter what I needed to do, as long as you survived, I'd do it."

Sam nodded. "I think I'd do the same... anything to keep you alive."

"Just... there would be one little issue," you admitted.

"What's that?"

"Jigsaw would tell me that I'd be punished for being in love with a guy and not telling him," you joked softly. "Pretty shit reason, if you ask me."

Sam laughed, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue. "So we'd be there for the same reason."

You paused for a moment, pursing your lips and furrowing your brows as you allowed the words to sink in properly; he couldn't be talking about you, you knew there was no possible way that he was... but didn't every cliché in horror films dictate that he was? Didn't every single cliché horror film put the two crushes together before one of them ultimately died?

Was that just not the nature of clichés?

But Sam wasn't a cliché type of guy, he wasn't the type to make some stupid confession in that way, or at least, you thought he wasn't; even if, if horror films were anything to go by, it did fit the formula and it did fit the way that things worked out in the end.

Was Dewey not destined to be with Gale, after all?

"Sam..."

"I mean it," he grumbled softly. "And I know you're sweet on me, so don't deny it. It's as obvious as Dewey being into Gale."

You laughed, snorting as you tried not to double over, burying your mouth against his shoulder as you giggled against him for a moment; Sam grinned, loving the way that it felt to have you laughing into him, to have you giggling and laughing like a fucking schoolboy because of some stupid joke he made.

"Alright, you got me," you chuckled as you pulled away. "Maybe I am just a little bit sweet on you."

"You wanna talk more about it after this?"

"I'd love to."

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Frozen Marvel AU

a/n: okay so this is basically a Marvel AU where frozen kinda takes place in the MCU, I got the idea after listening to the frozen soundtrack to the billionth time. It does go into a loki x oc reader in the later chapters, I wrote this a few weeks ago and never posted it.

Disclaimer:I dont own any of the marvel characters,Cussing(I think-), not proof read, over dramatic, mentions of death and stalking, reader being followed home, panic attack(kinda),Kinda abusive parents, let me know if I missed anything

A/n(again): I do not consent to any of my work being copied or re-uploaded to any platform or in a different language

Chapter one: Frozen Heart

(Gif not mine)

  On a cold day in New York the police was called to check out some suspicious activity to find a woman dead on a park bench huddled around a crying a new born baby girl, the baby girl miraculously made a full recovery from the cold, she was put into foster care and was adopted when she was only six months old, her name Alice Harper Ross. She was adopted by Mrs. Nancy Ross and Mr. William Ross, who was told they could never have biological children so they turned to adoption, after two years of Alice being the only child Mrs. Ross found out she was pregnant. Nine months later a baby girl was born, she was named Basil Lin Ross. Now days the girls are eighteen and sixteen, Alice had deep raven hair and deep green eyes when she was little but after one winter when she was seven her hair turned snow white and her eyes a light hazel, while Basil looked exactly like Mrs.Ross with her brown curly hair and light gray eyes. After Alice's appearance changed she was being to be bullied at school so she started to pull away from her adopted family and never really talked to them.

       Alice graduated from high school last year and was coming up on her nineteenth birthday in January, while Basil was coming up on her seventeenth birthday in June. Basil has a stark internship that keeps her busy and away from the house most days, Alice didn't have many friends and the ones she did have were always busy with college classes and didn't have much time to spend with her so this left Alice with alot of free time at home. Her parents were too worried with their biological daughter and her internship to notice her much so she stayed in her room if she wasn't at work.

    Mrs. Ross had forgotten to pick Alice up from work so she had to walk again, when she was about 15 minutes from her familys apartment she noticed someone following her, she started to walk faster and so did the woman. Alice thought to get someone else's attention but no one else was around since it was 12:30 at night, at this point Alice was running through the streets and so was the woman behind her, then out of nowhere a beefy man walked out of the alley infront of her. He was tall and blonde, he wore a baseball cap and sunglasses even though it was dark out, Alice quickly ran across the road and into a late night Cafe where her friend Cate was working.

    "Cate!" Alice yelled when she entered the empty Cafe, Cate rushed out from the back,

    "What is it-" Cate asked quickly taking in Alice's disheveled appearance

     "I'm being followed home, this woman was following me for two blocks and then a man walked out of an alleyway and stopped infront of me-" Alice rushed out Alice noticed the man and woman that was following her was walking towards the cafe.

    "There coming, the people that followed me" Alice says quickly,

   "Quick back here" Cate said opening the swinging door to the back and sat Alice down on the floor.

    "Wait here, after my shift we can walk to my apartment and you can crash on my couch tonight" Cate whispered ou and walked back upfront greeting the man and woman. The woman had longish red hair, and the man had taken his hat and glasses off and he was- Captain America-!? It was unmistakably him and now that you payed attention to the red heads face she looked alot like Black Widow.

    "Hi, what can I do you you folks tonight, I do have to notify you that we are closing in fourty-five minutes" Cate said in an overly sweet voice,

    "Uh yes, were just looking for our friend, she's pale about this tall" The red head held her hand up around her height

    "She has white hair and hazel eyes, we saw her come in her but we don't see her now" the red head said.

    "Oh of course she went out that door after she came in" Cate pointed to a side door that leaded to a outside seating area in the alley that opened on both sides making it where you could walk right through. The false smile on the the woman's face faltered as she thanked Cate and walked out the door that Cate had pointed to a second ago the man following her.

     The last forty-five minutes pass and Cate finishes closing up and the two girl start walking to Cates apartment the girls notice a black car driving slowly behind them following. So the girls start weaving in and out of alleys and to try and lose that car which they do but they gain the man and woman back on their trail again, all of a sudden Alice finds herself separated from Cate and both people at either end of the alley she was in closing in.

    "What do you want" Alice says loudly backing up against the wall and pulling out her taser.

    "We just wanna talk" the man says closing in feet from Alice,

    "Back up!" Alice yells but when they only kept getting closer she put her hands out in a defensive position and closed her eyes. All of a sudden it got colder, Alice opened her eyes to see ice holding the man and woman in place by their legs, Alice took this moment and ran home texting Cate that she made it home safely when she did. Though the people that were following her wernt the first thing on her mind as she entered her bed room, it was the ice, she cursed herself because she let it happen again. She lost control again, she had been able to freeze water with her bare hands since she was little, she mainly did it when she was angry or scared but never on purpose. She was scared of what would happen to her if anyone found out, but now she didn't have to wonder anymore, she was sure here soon some people were coming for her. Alice's incoming panic attack had woken Basil, Basil walked to Alice's room but when she opened the door it was snowing in her room,

    "Woah" Basil said aloud when she saw the snowflakes coming from the ceiling, Alice didn't realize that it was snowing and quickly stopped the snow when she heard her sister.

    "Hey its okay, whats gotten you so upset?" Basil said slowly approaching where Alice sat in the floor,

    "Your not freaking out" Alice said cautiously.

    "Not really, I already kinda knew. After you froze your lemonade that one day after mom and dad scared you by pranking you, I kinda figured it out, now answer my question. Whats wrong" Basil explained sitting next to Alice putting her head on her older sisters shoulder.

     "On my way home from work, I was being followed and they cornered me and I- I" Alice started

     "Froze them, and yiur scared there gonna tell someone and your gonna be found out." Basil finished, Alice shook her head.

      "Not exactly, the people that were following me were....Steve Rogers and Natsha Romanov" Alice stated her voice breaking as she began to cry,

    "Their gonna find me, and take me away and throw me in some prison for weird people like me and ill never be able to see you or mom and dad or any of my friends ever-" Alice ramble but was cut off by Basil.

      "You don't have to be afraid of them, they're good people and they would never do that, if you did it on accident or you were scared they would understand" Basil said softly, Alice nodded and yawned.

     "Thanks Vivi, im gonna go to bed now" Alice said getting up and walking to her closet and grabbing an oversized shirt and some pj shorts, Basil took this as her cue to leave and wished her sister goodnight as she left Alice's room closing the door behind her. Alice quickly changed and layer in bed, she started to cry out of fear, that night she cried herself to sleep wanting to believe her sister's words but couldn't help but overthink.

To be continued...

(Let me know if you guys want more)

Chapter two here

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Here To Stay

Sam Wilson x reader

(Reader is Tony Stark’s, and I cannot stress this enough, very GROWN adopted daughter, who was snapped during Infinity War. TFATWS spoilers ahead!)

(Word Count: 1k)

It was hot, muggy, and you couldn’t wait to get back in your bed at home after this.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s GPS had guided you to a small country house like only you’d seen in the movies. 

Before you could make it to the porch, three curious faces peaked out from the screen door. It was a woman and two kids. They scattered into the house’s interior as Sam Wilson stepped outside. 

He wore a thin, dark colored t-shirt and jeans. Sweat dripped from his brow, shining against the Louisiana sun. 

“Wrong house.” Sam announced. He had an easy half smile that hovered somewhere between curiosity and reluctance. You purse your lips, and cocked your head to the side.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, disable location. Falcon protocol, Redwing protocol. Voice activation authorized. Stark, Y/N.” You ordered. The AI replied and went to work, finally in proximity with the Falcon suit to do so.

Sam cautiously approached you, and snorted.

“Only Tony Stark’s child would come down here barking orders, wearing high heels on wet grass.” 

You glanced down at your pumps, “I always wear heels.” 

Your dad never expected anything less. Tony Stark was nothing if not flamboyant and you had taken after him in that respect.

“If you fall, I’m laughing.” Sam joked as he led you inside. To your credit, you were perfectly steady as you trudged through the grass and up the front steps. 

As the two of you settled into the living room, you got right to the point. 

“Steve gave you that shield, Sam.” You said, plainly. You were nothing if not blunt. You decided that it was a side effect of your last name, probably made worse after the snap. 

Sam shook his head and clasped his hands together. A thick vein pulsed on his temple as he formulated a response. It wasn’t humility or politeness—Sam didn’t seem like they type for either— it was shame. An intense shame. 

“They have their guy, now. So you can go on back home and leave well enough alone. Take a plate with you, my sister made it.” With his downturned eyes, jaw clenching and unclenching in the silence, Sam Wilson sat slumped in the chair. 

You slammed your palm on the wall, the sound piercing through the house. Like the soldier he was, Sam didn’t react to your outburst, but that didn’t stop you from going off. 

“The U.S. government can have your black ass in those wings running covert ops off the Libyan border with no paper trail, but they can’t let you keep that shield?”

Your question chipped away at Sam’s armor, applying the necessary pressure. You knew the feeling—the creeping thought at the back of your mind, the lingering worry that your best couldn’t compare. Sam’s face hardened after each word but he needed to hear them, especially from someone who could understand his plight.  

“You’re the big dog now, Wilson. Are you really gonna let them keep you the mantle you earned? When it wasn’t even theirs to give away?” You went on. Your heels clacked against the rickety hardwood as you paced back and forth. 

You swallowed hard, not letting the bitterness fester. You loved Morgan, and getting to know her after having been snapped and missing her whole life, was how you reconnected with the regular world. But you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting when people wrote articles about how Tony Stark was survived by his wife Pepper, daughter Morgan, and no mention of you in there. 

“It doesn’t feel like mine.” Sam admitted. He kept staring straight ahead, you could see the thoughts swirling in his head. 

“It’s not theirs either, so fuck them and build your own legacy.” You said, matter of factly. 

You didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh. But ever since you came back, you had trouble self editing. To make up for it, you placed a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder.

He looked up at you so sincerely that it caught you off guard. His warm eyes were different than what you were used to—Sam radiated comfort, even when he was the one hurting the most. He gave you an unsure smile, but he was still leaning towards you. A strange feeling came over you as you felt the thick muscle underneath his shirt, making you snatch your hand away and straighten up. Heat rushed through your cheeks uncontrollably—you silently prayed he didn’t notice. 

“Um, uh, I have the shield’s location as well as the location of the one and only Bucky Barnes at the ready. The two of you have a tight window of opportunity, so take full advantage.” 

As you rambled on, Sam became less and less hopeless. Relief washed over his features, and it calmed you down, too. You had pierced through his resignation, and got him out of his head. 

He suddenly met your eyes with an apologetic gaze.

 “We didn’t speak at the funeral. I’m—”

“You weren’t my dad’s favorite person, either, Wilson.” You cut him off. His sympathy didn’t make you feel better. You had seen the Iron Man murals and memorials and tributes all across the globe and they hadn’t, either. But Sam’s admission did make you feel like a real person, and no one else’s sorry ever caught your attention for that.

You nodded at him. Sam smiled for real this time, and noticed how his gap was more pronounced up close.  It was a charming addition to an already handsome face.

“It’s a new world, and I’ve gotta do my part then.” He declared. There was a shift in him, a glimpse at what might have been optimism. 

“Then get dressed, we’ve got work to do.” You replied.

Sam shot you an amused glance, looking you up and down. You caught him in the act and smirked. As you turned on your heel and headed for the door, you couldn’t resist calling him out in it.

“Stop staring at my ass in here, stare at it on the plane. I’ll be in the car.”  

You smiled at the implication, imagining what Sam’s reaction was as you slipped out the door and back out into the world. 

He was right—it was a new world. And you needed to do something to move it along, starting by reconnecting the shield with its rightful owner.

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[americas-ass-writing]

Muffin

Dad!Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 2548

Summary: After that one mission he almost died on, Steve called it quits. He buried all of his Captain America suits under his bed and the shield was now some wall decoration. He decided to adopt a little baby girl. If the fait wouldn't give him a wife and kids he had to play fait himself. But what happens when she starts school and things go downhill?

Warnings: fluff I guess?

Author note: this is the first story I'm publishing, please be kind and leave feedback. Also my inbox is open for requests of you'd like.

“Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey” Steve smiled at the little girl pulling the covers over her head. “Dad no…” she grumbled which made him laugh. He pulled the purple covers away and gave her a kiss on her blonde bedhead. “Come on! It's the first day in your new school. Get up, get dressed and then you're going to eat what daddy cooked for you.” he smiled at her.

After that one mission he almost died on, Steve called it quits. He buried all of his Captain America suits under his bed and the shield was now some wall decoration. He decided to adopt a little baby girl. If the fait wouldn't give him a wife and kids he had to play fait himself. One day he went to a orphanage and fell in love with this little girl. He perhaps used his Captain America being to adopt her even though he didn't had a wife.

The first few years he lived with her in the Avengers Tower but he decided that he wanted to move to Brooklyn with her. After Bucky helped him to search a apartment, he moved which meant that little Ginny - Yes you heard right. Ginny, as in Ginny Weasley from Harry Potter. Steve kinda enjoyed the movies and books more than he would admit. He told his friends she was already named like that but in reality he named her like that. - had to switch school.

Little pads on the kitchen floor made him smile instantly. “So do I get eggs and bacon?” Ginny sat down at the table. “Of course.” he handed her a plate with her breakfast. “What do you want to take with you for lunch?” Steve sat down across from her and ate his breakfast as well. “I don't know…” she murmured. Her hair still sticking out in every direction. She wore a blue dress which was her favourite as Steve knew because it was in the laundry more often than anything else in this house. “Oh I think we're out of I don't know but I’ll call Uncle Tony to see if he still has some.” Ginny let out a chuckle. “Just chose something dad” she smiled at him and his grin grew even wider.

Adopting this little girl was the best decision he ever made. Even though his friends all thought he was crazy to do so. She was the first thing in years to make him genuinely truly happy. His heart beating faster whenever she laughed, whenever she cried, whenever she hurt herself. Steve loved every inch about her and he would do everything to make her happy. That poor boy who would date her one day.

“Alright. Comb your hair and get your stuff we have to go soon.” he smiled and put the plates in the sink. While she patted away he packed her lunch and got dressed himself. He switched his sweatpant to a pair of blue jeans and put on one of his leather jackets just to be greeted by the beautiful smile of Ginny waiting for him at the door. “I see you're wearing the shoes Auntie Tasha got you” Steve smiled as he slipped in his sneakers. “Yeah they're my good luck shoes!” she smiled. “Well then your first day will be amazing!” he smiled, took her hand and left the apartment complex with her.

The warm morning breeze greeted both of them as they made their way through the busy streets of Brooklyn. “So Auntie Tasha and Uncle Clint are visiting us this afternoon. Which pie should I make?” Steve asked as he waited for the traffic lights to turn green. “Mhm… apple pie!” she smiled at him. “It's our favourite after all. And Uncle Clint eats everything as long as there's enough coffee.” she added quickly which made a laugh escape Steve's lips. “You're right. Apple pie it is then” he smiled as the school became visible in the distance. “Look there it is” he pointed towards the school. “Yeah… it… looks nice.” Ginny squeezed his hand. “Don't be nervous muffin. You'll do great! And you'll find friends.” he gave her a reassuring smile. “Daddy?” “Yeah?” “What if the other kids don't like me?” Steve let out a laugh. “Well then they're pretty dumb to not like the most amazing girl in the world!” he picked her up in his arms and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She gave him a smile. “Do you come in with me?” she pressed her little hands on his cheeks and looked him in the eyes. As a person who does not know that Ginny is adopted you could think she is his daughter. “Well that's the instruction for the first day. That the parents come in as well.” he smiled. “Do you think they will see that you are who you are?” she gave him a quick kiss on his nose. “I don't know… maybe.. We'll see” he smiled and continued to walk to the school.

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Steve sat down in a chair in the back of the class, visibly uncomfortable as all the mothers tried to flirt with him. Steve hasn't been on dates… well… since… 1945? He never had time for it and never really found the right girl for it. And all these married women who were now gushing about him made him nervous. He was not really used to it. He gave them a polite smile and prayed to god that the teacher soon would enter the classroom. His eyes landed on his little muffin who seemed to find a few new friends. Steve let out a sigh of relief. He would never say anything but he was really afraid she wouldn't find friends.

“Good Morning class!” a brown haired women entered the room. Her red dress fitted her red lipstick which left stains on her teeth. All in all this women had more makeup on her face than Natasha probably ever used in her whole life. “I’m your new teacher Mrs. Miller.” her voice was horrible and Steve suddenly had the need to jump out of the window.

The first lesson proceeded and Steve had to introduce himself. He got out of his seat and walked in front of the class just to give everyone a nervous smile. “Uhm… hey everyone… I’m Mr. Rogers… the dad of Ginny over there and currently I am… not working. I’m a stay at home dad.” he smiled at the class and Ginny gave him a thumbs up like he did when she introduced herself. “And your wife? Why is she not here with your daughter? Why isn't she staying at home?” the shrill voice of the teacher asked. All the mothers in the back of the class suddenly were even more interested in Steve. “There… is no Mrs. Rogers… I.. I adopted Ginny and raised her alone” he looked at the teacher still trying to be as polite as possible. “One of the most dangerous persons in the universe, who killed million of people, who destroyed half of New York and Washington adopted a child and raised it? The poor soul of this young girl. I hope she's not a disaster like you are!” the teacher didn't even look at him. Steve stood there a little shocked but pressed his lips together trying not to make a scene on the first day.

After the first lesson the parents where ought to leave. The mothers made their way out of the room waving their goodbyes. Steve stopped in front of Ginny going down on his knees. Her hands found his cheeks again. “Don't worry daddy. You're not a disaster!” she kissed his nose quick and hugged him tight. “I’ll get you after school okay? I’ll wait outside… by the tree” he whispered hugging her close. “I love you” he kissed her forehead and left the room just as the bell rang. He walked through the empty halls, caught in his thoughts. This teacher didn't had the right to say things like that. Those things happened while he was trying to save people. He buried his hands in the pockets of the jeans he wore and crossed a corner as suddenly someone bumped into him.

“Oh my god… I’m so sorry” the young women in front of him kneeled on the ground and collected a bunch of papers who were spread on the whole floor. “No… I… it was my fault.” Steve kneeled down and helped her collecting the papers. “I was caught in my head and didn't really payed attention…” he handed her a stack of paper as her (e/c) eyed meet his deep blue ones. She opened her mouth to say something but closed them again just to continue to stare at him. Never in her life had she seen someone so attractive. Sure she had seen him in television but he was breathtaking in real life. “Uhm… well it's… the mistake from both of us…” she managed to bring out through her parted lips. “I’m Steve?” he extended his hand, never breaking eye contact. “Steve? Are you sure? Because it doesn't really sound like that.” she let out a chuckle and took his hand. “(Y/N) or Miss (L/N)” she smiled. “Yeah I’m pretty sure my name is Steve.” he laughed and helped her up on her feet. “So you're a teacher?” he smiled at her. Boy that smile could light up the whole world. “Yeah… you're a parent of one of the kids?” she gave him her best smile. “Yeah… Ginny Rogers. Class 4b” he smiled. “Oh that's so nice. I’m teacher in 4a… how do you like Mrs. Miller?” she smiled, her class waiting for her completely forgotten. “To be honest? No. She called me a disaster…” he let out a sigh. “Well… I don't think you're one Steve... but I can understand you. She's horrible.“ she smiled at him. “Oh… uhm I need to go to my class now… I hope to see you soon.” she smiled and continued her little run towards her class. Steve stood there for a moment, staring towards the way she just ran.

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Back home in his apartment Steve made the apple pie for the afternoon and started to clean the whole flat. After an hour he was done and had nothing to do. Back in the tower he had at least one person to talk to but now he was alone. The words of Mrs. Miller crept back into his head. This women had no right to judge him like that. He wondered how she would treat Ginny. Would she treat her bad just because she is his daughter? He let out a sigh and wondered if she could switch class to (Y/N). She was much nicer and really pretty. Steve spend the rest of the day drawing, reading and finding himself in a phone call with Tony asking him what he’s doing and actually enjoying listening him explaining science things to him. As soon as it was time he left his apartment and made his way to his daughter's school. The way wasn't that long and a ten minute walk later he found himself under the tree in front of the school. A few mothers greeted him which he politely returned.

Steve watched children leave the school keeping a close eye on the entrance to see when his little muffin would finally come out. After about 10 minutes most of the children were already gone and there was still no sign of Ginny. Steve got worried and made his way into the school. He walked through the hallway to the classroom of his little one only to meet (Y/N) discussing with Mrs. Miller. “I just can't believe you called youth welfare service because you can't stand her father!” (Y/N) crossed her arms. “Honey. For your information it is not how it is meant to be that this little girl has no mother. And living with that thing…” “He is no thing! He’s a person, a human. Like you and me! And it is completely normal! Where are you from the dark age?!” (Y/N) cut her off. “You called the youth welfare service?” Steve crossed his arms as he approached the two women. “Oh.. Mr. Rogers. Yes I did. I just think Ginny is not living a good live with you. She deserves better.” Mrs. Miller smiled at him. “They should be here any minute now.” she added and Steve would have loved to slap that smile out of her face. “Where is she?” Steve walked towards the classroom only to be stopped by Mrs. Miller. “Never in my whole life I was disrespected like this! Let me go to my daughter or we will have a serious problem!” Steve almost shouted at her. “I can't do that. Sorry” she smiled at him, certainly not sorry.

As the lady from youth welfare service came they all headed in one room. A short talk and the lady came to the conclusion that Ginny would be better off in another family. “With all respect I think Ste… Mr. Rogers is a great father and Ginny is really ha…” “This is none of your business Miss (L/N)!” Mrs. Miller spat. (Y/N) was desperate to help Steve and his broken figure hurted her more than anything ever did. Just the thought of losing Ginny made him wanna cry. “Actually it is” Ginny who sat quietly next to her dad the whole time finally said. “She's daddys finance!” she smiled at Miss (L/N) and Steve. “I’m sorry for telling the secret daddy…” she added quickly, pulling her best puppy face. Steve's eyes went wide and he was about to apologize as (Y/N) gave Ginny a kiss on the cheek. “No problem flower. I’m sure daddy is not mad at you.” she smiled and hoped Steve would play along.

“You're engaged to him?” Mrs. Miller asked shocked as if (Y/N) was insane. “Yes I am. We just… wanted to keep it a secret for a while.” she looked at the women with too much makeup serious. “Yeah me and my fiance didn't want to catch too much attention.” Steve finally said, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand to make it trustworthy.

After a 30 minute talk in which (Y/N) and Steve pulled off the perfect show they left the school with Ginny. “Thank you so much” Steve smiled at her still holding her hand in his strong one. “It's no problem really… I… just couldn't let that women take Ginny… she's so happy with you” (Y/N) smiled at him. “Uh…” she slowly removed her hand. “I have to go in that direction… so I guess I see you tomorrow?” She pointed in a direction. “No… we have to go there too” Ginny smiled. “Why don't you come over? Daddy makes the best apple pie in the world. And auntie Tasha and uncle Clint will love you for helping daddy” she smiled brightly at the women in front of her. “Oh… I'm not really sure… but maybe tomorrow? When there… are no avengers around maybe” (Y/N) seemed kinda nervous and Steve's heart swoll with love. This woman was so kind and lovely and perfect. And maybe just maybe he could see a future with her.

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Panic and Stress

Chris Evans x Adopted Daughter!Reader

Summary: After Chris adopted you he discovered that you had been hiding something from everyone.

Word Count: +1.5k

Warnings: Panic attacks, Dizzy spells, Nausea, Fainting.

Requested on Wattpad

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The day Chris adopted you was one of the best days of your life. After spending most of your life in the care system you had started to give up any hope of ever finding a family. When you were told that Chris Evans was visiting the orphanage, you felt excited. However, you ended up in bed sick all day. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to have dizzy spells or to collapse. Despite it happening frequently, you never saw a doctor about them. Preferring to just sleep it off. To say you were disappointed was an understatement and had spent most of the day crying and cursing yourself for being sick that day of all days.

You were completely shocked though when you heard a knock on the door and Captain America himself walked into the room. He told you that one of the girls you shared a room with said you were sick and that he didn’t want you to miss out. You never smiled as much as you did that day.

**Flashback**

Feeling like you were falling through your bed and the room around you was spinning. You heard the others laughing and it made you feel even worse. Amelia, who was your closest friend, offered to stay with you but it felt cruel to make her miss out. You just lied in bed with someone coming to check on you every so often. 

There was a knock at the door again and prepared yourself for another check up. When the door opened you saw not only Amelia but Chris Evans standing behind her. 

Slowly you sat up in bed so that you didn’t go dizzy again and beckoned them in. They walked in and made their way over to your bed.

“I heard you were sick and wanted to come say ‘hi’; I hope that’s alright?” Chris said with a smile. You nodded your head at him.

“Thank you.” To say you were nervous was an understatement. You had seen some of his movies that were kid friendly and you knew he was a big deal. Chris sat with you for a while before he had to go again. You pulled your phone out and took a picture with him before he left.

**End of Flashback**

Chris doesn’t know what it was about you but when he first saw you he knew you were meant to be his daughter. He had always wanted to be a Dad and he knew he wasn’t getting any younger or any closer to having a ‘traditional’ family. After the day at the orphanage, Chris went home and told his Mom all about you. At some point, his Mom pointed out that he had already formed an attachment to you and that he should look into adopting you.

After his conversation with his Mom, Chris went back to the orphanage. Staff there helped him through adoption assessments and he already knew that he was going to be adopting you. The assessment went well and not only could he provide for you emotionally and financially, he had a family around him as a support system for you.

The day Chris told you he was adopting you, you couldn’t stop smiling. You met with him plenty of times at this point and each time he was more and more sure that he wanted to adopt you. The girls you shared a dorm with were all excited and a little jealous. It was the topic of conversation for weeks with them all making you promise to keep in touch.

It was a long process. However, soon enough you were able to call Chris your Dad. Before the papers went through you met his entire family and loved all of them. Scott especially formed a relationship with you. They all made sure that you were welcome from day one and you never felt like you were an outsider. You would have three younger cousins and all of them instantly grew attached to you.

The day you became Y/N Evans, was a day of celebration. Coincedently, the official date of your adoption was Chris’ birthday. Naturally, there was a party with his - now your - whole family and Chris told you that you were the best birthday present he could ask for.

Everything was great for a while after you were adopted. You were kept out of the public eye for the most part, however, it was public knowledge that Chris Evans had an adopted daughter and Scott sometimes posted a picture of you on social media. You stayed in Massachusetts for the most part and went to school there. Your Grandma was more than happy for you to stay with her whilst your Dad was out of town for his job. 

One day you were out with Chris, just spending the day together. He had been away filming for a while and wanted to have a father-daughter day with you. You hadn’t had many dizzy spells since he adopted you and it was probably due to the fact that you were no longer as stressed as you were before. You and Chris were getting some food when you first started to feel strange. 

Putting it down to just being hungry, you didn’t say anything. Chris noticed you being unusually quiet but didn’t question you. 

“So what have you been up to recently?” Chris asked as you sat down to eat.

“Not much. Grandma has been mostly helping me with homework and stuff and Aunt Carly has been over with Ethan, Miles and Stella, so that has been fun.” You told him. He smiled at you and watched you eat, well not eat.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating Y/N.” 

“I don’t know, just not feeling great. I’ll be alright in a little while.” Chris nodded unsure but decided to let the subject drop, choosing to keep an eye on you instead.

For the rest of the day you kept having dizzy spells and felt really unwell. Just as you were making your way over to the car you saw a bunch of people waiting for your Dad. Normally in Boston you didn’t have to worry about the paparazzi but every so often they would find out where Chris was.

When they saw that you were with your Dad they went even crazier. As not many pictures of you were out there and even less of you with your Dad, they all started trying to get a picture of you. They started shouting at you trying to get your attention. Chris put his arm around you and pulled you into his side to shield you from the cameras.

“Keep your head down.” Chris whispered in your ear. “You’re doing great sweetheart.” He pulled you towards the car as your breathing grew heavier. You felt your chest tighten and you felt yourself zoning out a bit. You knew you were having a panic attack. You tried to hide it from your Dad until you were out of sight from the paparazzi. Trying to focus on your breathing, you could hear your Dad talking to you but you didn’t know what he was saying.

“Y/N? Are you listening to me?” Chris asked in a raised voice but a soft tone, trying to catch your attention. He could see that your eyes were not focused on anything and that you were breathing irregularly. He himself has had enough panic attacks to understand what was going on. He made it his priority to get you back to the car. 

You felt Chris grip your shoulder with his hadn’t in an attempt to ground you. Eventually you made it back to the car but you were too far gone to be able to calm down. Chris did some breathing exercises and the 5,4,3,2,1, method with you. 

Soon enough you calmed down enough for Chris to get you home. On the drive you sat there quietly just watching out the window. You started to feel dizzy again and you were doing everything you could to calm it down. You closed your eyes, feeling exhausted as the adrenaline from the panic attack started to wear off. 

Chris kept looking over at you wondering if this was the first panic attack you had had. The rest of the ride home was quiet as you rested and tried to stop the dizziness. As your Dad pulled up into the driveway you opened your eyes. You went to get out of the car but as soon as you felt your feet hit the floor the dizziness got worse and before you could do anything, everything went black. 

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You woke up on the couch. You groaned slightly at the flood of light that hit your eyes. Feeling confused, you went to sit up but you were quickly stopped by Chris who gently pushed you back down. 

“Lay down Y/N/N.” Chris told you gently. “I’ll go get you some water.” Chris went into the kitchen to get you a glass of water before coming back and helping you sit up.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“You fainted, Y/N. Has this ever happened before?” He asked.

“A couple of times before you adopted me but I always slept it off.”

“Okay, well we'll sort this out Y/N. Whatever you need but I need you to be honest with me about how you are feeling. Promise?” 

“Promise.”

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I'm OK

Avengers x teen! reader

Captain America x adopted! Daughter! Reader

Tony Stark x teen! Reader

Male oc! x teen! Reader

TW: Death, Blood, Killing, Neglection, Swear words, Drug use, Underage drinking, Not proof read, A bit of insult? And someone making fun of anorexia?

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                  𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌: Broken

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"... Aaand this is your room. You like it?" the woman with pink flowers on her blue dress asked to the teen girl who was dressed in all black. When the woman saw the misarable look in her face she continued "The dinner will be served in an hour, so why don't you unpack your things?"

"Whatever." [Y/N] murmured after looking around one last time.

"If you need anything I'll be downstairs." without saying anything she went to her new bed which had purple blankets on and put her brown holdall on it. Then she turned around to see if that woman was still with her and to her liking, she wasn't.

[Y/N] was laying on her side when she heard someone knocking on the door right before that someone came in her room uninvited. "Ms. Eloise asked me to say the dinner is ready." a girl a lot younger than [Y/N] said with a cheerful voice.

"I'm not hungry."

"I don't think she will buy that." she said giggling. "My name is Daisy, by the way." when the older girl didn't respond, the little one's smile dropped. [Y/N], who had seen this said. "[Y/N]."

"Nooow, you are coming with me!" Daisy's excited shout made [Y/N] look at her with wide eyes. "Come ooon!" Daisy whined after trying and failing miserably at draging her out of the bed.

"Umm, no." [Y/N]'s voice came out more stark than she meant it to, but this would work too. "And please, just leave me alone." and with that Daisy was no longer seeing her face.

Did only [Y/N] straighten up when she heard the door close. [Y/N] could hear Ms. Eloise's voice. She was climbing the stairs.

Are you scared of what's to come?

"[Y/N]." Speaking of the devil.

"Yes, Ms. Eloise." annoyed [Y/N] said.

Ms. Eloise stood at the door with her back against the doorframe. "Why don't you come down to eat with us?"

"Like I've said to your little minion before I'm not hungry."

"Firstly you can't be mean like that just because you're sad. And secondly if you really aren't hungry you don't have to eat. But here we have some rules and one of them is to attend the dinner table for all meals."

"What if we're sick?" [Y/N] asked sassily. "'Cause if it's all it takes I don't feel so good."

"Everyone's sick here [Y/N], that's why we have this rule." Ms. Eloise said copying her sassy tone. "Now, get up."

If you leave then who will the next one be?

[Y/N] was an observer as the thing she did had required it. There were eight people at the table with her. "Another anorexic, huh?" a black long wavy haired girl said.

[Y/N] cut in as Ms. Eloise was about to say something. "Wow, that was a low blow even for– Sorry what was your name again? Oh, wait you didn't say it as you were too busy assuming things."

"So you've got anger issues too. Ohh~ What a combo."

"Sandra that's enough!" the boy who was sitting next to the guesser told sharply. His black hair was covering his eyes, especially his left eye, but not enough for [Y/N] to not see what color they were. His eyes were a pretty shade of brown, not too light nor too dark. A perfect tone that fit his looks well.

"Please let Sandra finish."

"You think you are cool?" a smirked formed on [Y/N]'s lips to that.

"I hella am."

"You little–"

"Kids that's enough!" Ms. Eloise's shout made everyone shut up and look at their plates. Everyone except for the boy whose eyes drifted to [Y/N] from time to time.

Will he do the same or will he let you see?

"Lights out in five!" again, Ms. Eloise's voice reached to every corner of the building. [Y/N] got changed into her brown pj's with bunny ears on the hood of it. She looked at her reflection which no longer looked like her with black circles under her [E/C] eyes. She took the part of the blanket in her right hand and began to pull at it till it was enough for her to slip under it. She laid her eyes on the white ceiling.

It was comforting. The blankets, the bed, the darkness and the silence. Then the calming moment was ruined by four knocks on the door. "I jinxed it as always." she mumbled to herself then added "Come in." it was much louder than her mumble for obvious reasons.

"Hewwo! I just wanted say good night! Sooooo, good night [Y/N]!" Daisy came and go within seconds. [Y/N] for a second thought that the little girl sounded so cute saying 'Hewwo!' reminding her her old self. Those innocent, pure and easy times. Shaking her head, she returned to her staring competition with the ceiling.

"Twank you so much for choosing me. I won't let you down, sir captain." a little girl with [H/C] hair said, sounding so polite whilst doing so.

"Yeah sure, uhh it's nothing kid." his voice came out so stern which made the little one a bit scared.

...

"This is her?"

"Yes." [Y/N] was standing there looking around with her big curious [E/C] eyes.

...

"Dusk, come with us."

"Dusk?" [Y/N]'s little voice was so pure and full with curiosity as she asked so. The red head could feel the emotional weight taking it's place in her. Guilt. That's what she felt. Guilt.

...

"Dusk, we need you to hack them. Can you do that?" the bow man said after he put a file of people who they needed hacked in front of [Y/N], who was twelve years old.

"Sure can do."

...

"I don't think I'm suitable for field missions tho'" [Y/N] who was going to be sixteen years old in a week.

"I don't remember asking your opinion!"

"I'm just saying that my powers have no use in battle field. In the end I can only control technology." she was getting more annoyed with the Avengers every passing day.

"Why can't you just do as you are told?!" with that her adoptive father got out of the room.

You don't have to hurt, you don't have to hurt anymore

From there it was just bits and pieces. First smithereens of glass were flying to [Y/N].

Then a man with a gas mask approached her.

A rope. A gun.

With a little time, take a look and find what you're searching for

A knife with a bloody edge

Hands covered in red

Doesn't feel okay

Feeling like everything is fake

No one is around

So the drugs are the only way.

Drugs are the on–

With a loud shaky breath [Y/N]'s eyes snapped open. She put her hand on her so fast pounding heart. She looked around in paranoia checking every corner of the room, after the sixth time did she then stopped looking and closed her eyes to try and take control of herself.

She got out of the bed then her room and made a beeline to kitchen to get a cup of water. She was about to get back upstairs when she heard singing coming from the porch.

"You are broken on the floor

And you're crying, crying"

She slowly made her way to living room's window, peeking from the window to see who this mysterious singer was. She was shocked to say any least when she saw the boy with pretty eyes.

"He has done this all before

But you're lying, lying"

She went to door and froze in place, left hand holding onto the door knob when heard the next lines.

"To yourself, that he'll find help

That he will change to someone else"

These lyrics sounded familiar. Too familiar for her liking. Without her knowledge she had opened the door as quite and slow as a turtle would.

"Standing by the door

Looking fasci-fascinated

Didn't meet before

Nice to, nice to see 'ya

Maybe you

Should come out off the dark

Wondering if I'm OK

Changing the lyrics for myself

And watching me for more

Waiting for more"

"You can come here, you know?" the boy's voice was as pretty as his eyes if not better. [Y/N] didn't expect to get caught this early but not everything could go as she wanted. "Hi." the boy added after she moved out of the darkness of the house.

"Hi." [Y/N] said shyly and to that a smile formed on the boy's face.

"Why are you up this early?" the boy asked teasingly.

"Could ask the same." [Y/N] answered without losing a beat.

"Touché." his sweet smile turned into a bigger one as he stood up from his sitting-point. "Name's Ean." stretching out his hand for a shake said 'Ean'.

"[Y/N]." she returned his handshake having no idea what this was the start of.

But you're broken on the floor

Still asking him for more

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I hope you liked it.

I know this part didn't have avengers in it but this had to be done if I am gonna write a part 3.

Sooooo, Pt3?

Oh, and sorry 'Cuz I don't know how this note things work.

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The Pain in Serendipity - 21

The Pain in Serendipity - A Captain America Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x F!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (possible polyamory in future).

Rating: E

Word Count:   1908

Warnings: angst, blip stuff, smut (MF, vaginal sex)

Synopsis:   When Thanos snaps his fingers it takes your daughter and Steve Rogers’ first love with it.  Together you pick up the pieces, falling in love and building a family together.  Finding serendipity in your shared trauma.  When opportunity comes to bring back those who are lost comes with the risk of more loss for you both.  Is it worth taking the risk?

Chapter 21

You were unsettled.

The words Pepper had spoken at the funeral had sat with you and you pawed over them as you had dinner with your family and the family of your family.  So many people who were all now connected with you, all sitting at the little metal tables in the cafeteria.  Your husband, and your children.  The biological parents of your children.  Your husband’s ex and his friends.  The room should be filled with joy because these people all loved each other, and yet instead there were a bunch of what-ifs and maybes.

You spent the meal trying to appreciate the people you had and figure out how you could be okay with what you had to come.

By the time you climbed into bed, you weren’t sure if you had any more clarity, but you did have some more thoughts about possible ways to keep everyone together in some sense.

You sat and watched Steve brushing his teeth through the door of the bathroom.  He looked exhausted.  It was a common state for all of you, but him more than most.  He was stretched thin and you wondered what had been going on in his head lately.  The funeral was the first day either of you had had a chance to just stop and let yourselves process any of this properly.  Each of you had been trying so hard to be the strong ones not just for each other, but for everyone.

Steve came into the room and crawled into bed with you, immediately curling into you and pressing his face into your neck.  You wrapped your arms around him and curled your fingers into his hair.  He wrapped an arm around your waist and you held him as he finally, after all this time, let himself be weak.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered, your fingernails grazing down the back of his neck.  “It’s okay, Steve.”

“Did we do the wrong thing?” he said softly.  “I feel like I traded lives.”

You shook your head.  “We can’t question it now.  It’s happened.  We have to make the best of it.”

Steve’s arms tightened around you and his lips brushed against your neck.  “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you.”

You pressed your cheek to the top of her head and pulled him tight against you.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay.  I understand a lot is going on right now.”

He started to calm against you and you ran your fingers through his hair.  “Tell me how you’re feeling about everything,” you said softly.  “About the kids and your friends.  About Bucky.”

Steve let out a breath and pulled back to look at you.  “I’m scared about the kids.  I know that Ryan will be part of our lives, but I’m scared about losing the others.  Mark and Julia seem to be angry they’ve missed so much and that Isabella calls us mom and dad.”

“They are,” you agreed.  “And I don’t know what to do. She’s their daughter.  I know we adopted her, but it’s not like they had a say in that.  I’m hoping they come around and we can work out a way to be in her life, but right now they’re hurt and scared.”

“I feel like we’re giving up our kids,” he said.

You nodded.  “I know.  Even Callie saying that she’ll make sure J.J. will be in our lives feels like I’m giving him up.  I worry for them too because even if we do just look at what we did as taking care of them until their parents came back, they already went through their family disappearing, now they have to do it again?  It’s going to be hard on Bella.”

Steve nodded.  “I hope we can work it out,” he said with a sigh.  Neither of you said anything for a moment and he kissed your hands.  “We’ll be okay, won’t we?”

“I hope so,” you said.

“That doesn’t sound too comforting,” he said with a frown.

“I’m sorry.  I really do hope we do,” you said.  “I don’t know how I’ll survive this without you.  But - losing your children is a big reason for people breaking up.  Add to that that we got together because of them, and now your childhood love has returned…”

Steve dropped his eyes to your hands and took a deep breath.  “I worry about that too, and that I’m taking too long to get to know Alice and she’ll end up hating me.”

“She won’t hate you,” you said.  “She’s coping quite well considering how hard it’s been on everyone else.  Like she just has new friends in her life now.  I keep thinking I’m neglecting her because of everything else.”

“I know I’m not here a lot, but I promise you’re not.  You have a lot on your plate and the way you’re balancing everything… you’re my hero, sweetheart,” Steve said. 

You smiled and cuddled up against him again. He began pressing kisses to your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair.  “I hope we find out what the government decides the law is regarding people who have returned soon.  This whole thing would be a lot easier if we knew who legally had custody of the kids.  I mean - I don’t - I think we need to give their biological parents custody.  I think that’s the right thing to do, but if I knew we were protected for visitations I’d be able to relax.”

“I know what you mean,” he said softly.  “Either way, let’s hope that they realize we love her as much as they do.”

You nodded.  “I guess for now that’s all we can do - hope.”

He leaned up and captured your lips, yet as he kissed you, you couldn’t quite relax.  His lips moved along your jaw and you tilted your head back and tugged on his hair.  “Steve,” you whispered.

“Mmm?” he hummed against your skin.

“At the funeral when Pepper said that Tony would want people to figure out how to be happy and that he never did things the typical way, you looked at me and Bucky,” you said.  He stopped his ministrations and pulled back to look at you.  When he didn’t say anything you ran your fingers along his jaw.  “You still love him don’t you?”

It took him a moment to answer.  “Honey,” he said.  “I’m in love with you and I wouldn’t ever do anything to break your trust…”

“But?” you pressed.

“I do,” he said, dropping his eyes.  “Honey, you have to understand what Bucky and I had, we’ve known each other for almost a century, and we’ve always found each other.  We have a bond.  That doesn’t just go away.  And for Bucky, he didn’t have these five years.  We were engaged and then all of a sudden we weren’t and I was married to you.  We’re just trying to navigate this new thing.”

“I know.  I just think we need to be open about all this,” you said.  “We’ve had a lot to worry about and I think if we just try and pretend that feelings don’t exist while all this stress is on us is an invitation to disaster.”

“You’re right,” he said.  “And I wasn’t trying to keep it from you.  I just thought with the issue with the kids, we should deal with that first.  I would never - ever - act on these feelings I have.  I promise you that.  I’ll take back the stones, and we’ll get settled at home and then I’ll take time to figure out how I really feel about everything.”

You wanted to ask him; What if he realized that he felt more strongly about Bucky than he did about you?  But you knew the answer to that, and he was right, you weren’t ready to deal with that.  So instead, you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and buried your face in his neck.  “I love you,” you murmured against his skin.

“I love you too,” he said and began to pepper slow, tender kisses down his jaw.  “I’m here, sweetheart.”

You tilted your head and captured his lips and he pushed you back onto your pillow, caging you in between his arms as he kissed you deeply.  You ran your hands up his back and clung to his shoulders as he ran his hand down your body and into your panties.  His fingers found your clit and rubbed it in tight circles.  A warm buzz began to travel through your body and you arched your back and pushed against his hand, trying to deepen that feeling.

As he rubbed your clit you worked your way out of your panties and kicked them away.  He moved between your legs and started to grind down on you.  You pushed his boxers down and tilted your hips so his cock slid up and down your folds

It felt like it had been too long since the two of you had done this and you hadn’t realized how badly you needed it.  You held him as close to you as you could and refused to break the kiss.

He matched your passion, running his cock up and down your folds.  The head of his cock rolled against your clit sending small jolts shuddering through you.  You reached between the two of you, wrapped your fingers around his shaft, and guided him inside you.

There was no rush to what you were doing.  It was deep and intimate, more about connection than release.  It was everything you had been missing and everything you needed.  With each thrust of his hips, his base rubbed on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your first orgasm rolled through like a wave, slowly enveloping all of you, and making you break the kiss as all your muscles clenched in sequence.  Steve grabbed the head of the bed and began thrusting harder and faster.  You arched under him, moaning loudly as you dug your fingers into his arms.  You were so wet it made a graphic squelch sound each time he thrust into you.  He slipped his hand between you and began to rub your clit at the same pace he was fucking you.

Your second orgasm crashed through you, making your legs tremble and your body shake.  Steve’s hips began to stutter and with a deep groan, he thrust into you and came, spilling deep inside you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss as his cock pulsed inside you.  As it stilled you slowly let him go he smiled down at you as he slipped from with you and rolled onto his back.  You cuddled into his side and he wrapped his arm around you.  “I needed that,” you whispered.

“Me too,” he said.  “I’m sorry I haven’t been here.”

“It’s not your fault.  When you’ve returned the stones…”

He hummed and kissed our lips gently.  “How did I get so lucky to have you?”

“I think you deserve so much more,” you said and as the words fell from your mouth you realized how true they were.  He did so much for the world and all he wanted was to be happy.  He deserved a safe place to land and you vowed that no matter what happened, you would be his safe place, just as he had always been yours.

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[honeyhan-123]

Steve Rogers Masterlist

My Main Masterlist

Series

- Say Thank You Masterlist (Complete)

Nearly five years have passed since Steve Rogers saves your life without so much as a thank you. When he sees you again by chance, he makes sure that he’ll never let you go and maybe teach you some manners in the process.

- The Artist Masterlist (In Progress)

When Steve meets the reader at an art class he immediately becomes enticed and maybe, just maybe, she can help heal his wounded heart.

- The Plan Masterlist (In Progress) (Stucky x reader)

Having been deprogrammed, Bucky and Steve set out for revenge, tracking down each and every member of hydra that played a part in Bucky’s torture. When they find out that Brock has an adopted daughter, they hatch a sinister plan involving her to punish him only for a new plan to be born from that fateful night.

- The Monster In Plain Sight Masterlist (Complete)

Steve’s been slowly biding his time, playing the role of the perfect Captain America, but now he’s sick of playing and he’s going to take what he wants.

One Shots

- Playing Doctor: One night after a mission Steve comes to his favourite Doctor to help patch him up. ~ Dark!Steve noncon/dubcon

- Patience is a Virtue: Steve is done being patient and decides just to take what he wants. ~ Dark!Steve sex pollen, cheating, dubcon (due to sex pollen)

- A Night-Time Visit: Steve rewards himself for a successful and long mission. ~ Dark!Daddy!Steve unconscious reader, male masturbation

- The Golden Rule: When Steve catches you breaking the golden rule, punishment is sure to ensure. ~ Orgasm denial, a little bit of degrading.

- Backseat Serenade: Steve meets a pretty dame at the cinema and takes her back to his car.

- Little Stevie: You plan some fun activities for after your valentine’s day dinner with Steve. ~ Mentions of pegging, sexual undertones.

- Your Rightful Seat: Alpha Steve drunkenly fucking reader. Drunk Drabble Request. ~ ABO dynamics.

- Neon Red: Feeling the failure of not being able to defeat Thanos, Steve longs to feel something else, anything else, and so he finds himself as a patron at The Golden Circle where our reader (known as Kitty by customers) is a dancer. ~ Dark!Steve, stalking, noncon.

- Little Temptress: Steve with a size kink. Drunk Drabble Request ~ elevator smut

- Dangerous Woman: Plot? What plot? While Steve may be in control of nearly every aspect of his life, the bedroom is not one of them. ~ Light BDSM (bondage), sub!Steve, dom!Reader, light orgasm denial (not really but kinda).

- Dancehalls and Double Dates: Steve is sick of being ignored on a double date. Smutty Drabble ~ non-con/dub-con, fingering, (40!s Skinny Steve)

- Birthday Surprises: You come up with a nice little surprise for Steve’s birthday. ~ sexual undertones

My Main Masterlist

#Steve Rogers #steve x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve #captain america #marvel #mcu #dark steve

[thewidowsghost]

If your requests are open, could you write a Wanda x Nat and Yelena x Reader? Maybe Nat and Yelena are taking their girlfriends to meet her parents?

Red Guardian (Yelena x Fem!Rogers!Reader; Wanda x Natasha)

Wanda watches the movie, a popcorn bowl resting in her lap.

The witch’s eyes light up at a familiar knock on the door to the floor she shared with her girlfriend Natasha, her little sister Yelena, and Yelena’s girlfriend (Y/n).

(Y/n) leads the way through the doro, Yelena and Natasha bickering good-naturedly.

(Y/n) flops onto the couch beside Wanda.

“I suppose they’ve been like this the entire time?” Wanda asks knowingly.

Natasha and Yelena fix their eyes on both Wanda and (Y/n) as (Y/n) replies, “Was there ever any doubt?”

“Hey!” the two Black Widows shout, even though they didn’t look angry, but amused.

“Whatcha watchin’?” (Y/n) asks, stealing a handful of popcorn from Wanda’s bowl.

. . .

“Mama!” Yelena falls, leading (Y/n) into the house, Wanda and Natasha just behind them.

“Ahh Yelena, Natasha!” a voice booms and (Y/n) stops in her tracks, Wanda walking into her.

“Dad!” Yelena hugs her adopted father warmly.

But then, Alexi’s eyes fall on (Y/n). “The daughter of Captain America!” Alexi booms.

“Um, hi,” (Y/n) waves, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Alexi, leave the poor girl alone,” scolds an older woman.

But Alexi ignores his wife. “He talks about me, yes?” Alexi asks.

Yelena and Natasha exchange worried glances, but (Y/n) seemingly pulls from her embarrassed state, smiles charmingly, and replies, “Of course. You are the Red Guardian, after all.”

Alexi grins, fixing his gaze on Yelena. “Yelena, I like her. She’s a keeper.” Yelena grins, taking (Y/n)’s hand and entangling their fingers.

“Hello, Wanda,” hugs the redheaded witch, and then (Y/n) by way of greeting.

Word Count: 273 words

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader Taglist:

@imapotato

@confusinggemini612

@sofia-r-1604

@innerstrawberrypolice

@marvelwomen-simp

@marie45019

@xxxtwilightaxelxxx

#yelena belova x fem reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 1 - Decoy [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Here we go my loves, the first chapter! ❤ I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

As always, I don’t own anything.

Word Count: 2200

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, death, manipulation, language.

Summary: Trouble has a way of following certain people.

Sometimes you wondered whether you would run away screaming when you were a child if you knew what kind of a person you would turn into.

It wasn’t exactly your fault though. For years and years, several people had put the blame on several different things. Eventually they would reach the same conclusion though; the psychiatrists, your superiors, the very few people you could call your family, they all agreed on one thing.

It wasn’t you, it was the abandonment.

The abandonment you went through when you were a teenager had somehow started this domino, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop this constant fall, not even you.

But as you would figure out soon, you were lucky. Instead of being consumed by your anger, you could direct it somewhere else. You were recruited and trained from a very young age, and somewhere along the way, you realized that if you wanted to survive you were going to have to sacrifice certain things.

Forgiveness was the first one to disappear. Guilt was another.

Then fear.

Then, love.

Ah well. Worse things happen in the world every day.

If anything it made your job easier.

You cracked your neck and opened the door to your apartment, the key sticking to your fingers because of the blood on your hands for a moment and you made a face as you shut the door, leaning back.

A very long shower and a bottle of wine sounded like a good idea.

You placed your gun on the table, took the dagger strapped to your thigh out of its holster and got the knives out of the heels of your shoes before flinging yourself onto your couch and turning the TV on.

“Also called Sokovia Accords 2.0 by the critics—“

“What the superheroes think about this remains a mystery—“

“The first time caused a huge rift between Captain America and Iron Man but nobody knows the new Captain America Sam Wilson’s comment on it—“

You didn’t get to change the channel again when your phone started vibrating in your pocket, making you sit up straight. You muted the TV, and checked the caller I.D before you answered.

“Hey there.”

“Hi, how’s Paris?” the cheerful voice of your best friend reached you, “Had enough croissants yet?”

A small smile pulled at your lips. After your only parental figure had left you to go God knew where, General had decided to adopt you and raise you like a daughter. His actual daughter Chloe had welcomed you with open arms, and you had been best friends since then.

Her being the top analyst of the division didn’t hurt either.

“Mm hm, because that’s all I’m doing. Eating croissants, visiting museums—”

“Killing and maiming targets...” she mused, finishing your sentence for you and you heaved a sigh.

“Somehow that last one isn’t included in the city guide,” you pointed out. “Chloe, you know this is a line for—“

“Official contact from General, yeah yeah,” she said, “In my defense, you didn’t pick up the phone an hour ago when I called you from my phone.”

“Do you know how hard it is to use touch screen when your hands are covered in blood?”

“What happened to your sniper rifle, did it fall into Seine?”

“It required close combat,” you said, “And the target swallowed the chip before I could get it, so I had to perform a spontaneous autopsy.”

“Just so you know, whenever you talk about your job I have to watch like a hundred cute videos after I hang up.”

“Happens.” you said, “How’s everything?”

“You missed us already?”

You grinned, “Maybe.”

“Good, because dad wants you back. He’ll contact you any day now.”

Your head snapped up and you stood up from the couch, “Really?”

“Duh. Have you seen how negotiations for these new Accords are going? It’s going to be a mess and we need you here.”

“The second one hasn’t passed officially.”

“Well no, but you know how my father thinks.” she said and you tilted your head.

“Are we sure it’s General who wants me there and not you?”

“Okay, that was one prank ages ago and I didn’t hear the end of it!” she protested, “Don’t you trust me at all?”

“Nope.”

“You know, I’m being the perfect friend and calling you to give you some good news but if you’re going to be like this, my news can wait until you get here.”

You pulled your brows together, “What news?”

“What do I get in return?”

“My endless gratitude,” you deadpanned, “Come on. What news?”

“You can’t tell anyone yet but I think you’re getting a promotion.”

Your breath got caught in your throat, “You’re joking.”

“Don’t forget about me when you become a handler, you hear me?” She let out a laugh, I need friends in high places.”

“Your dad runs the division Chloe. It doesn’t get any higher than that.”

“That doesn’t count!”  

You pressed a hand over your chest, “Just— what kind of a promotion are we talking about?”

“I mean I snooped around his files and casually committed treason.” she said, “But even I don’t know yet. They must be still making the adjustments.”

You opened your mouth to reply but then your phone vibrated again and you lowered it to check the message on the screen.

It was simple but again, all his texts were simple and to the point.

From: General

Time to come back. Jet leaves in 2 hours.

Here goes my shower and wine night.

“Chloe?” you said, walking to the sink to wash your hands so that you could start packing, “You want anything from here? I’m coming home.”

                                              ***

The best thing about being on the move all the time was that you could pack in minutes and the division would take care of the things you had left behind.

Apartments, belongings-

Not that you carried any belongings with you, or bought any more than necessary. It would’ve made you form a bond, which was less than ideal for any spy.

You suppressed the yawn splitting your face and made your way to General’s office. This jet-lag was going to make your life pretty difficult in the following 24 hours, and you were painfully aware of it, but it wasn’t like you could just ask for some time to rest.

That could wait. Your job was more important.

“General?” you knocked on the half open door and he raised his head to look at you before motioning you to enter the room.

“Y/N,” he said, “Close the door please. It’s good to have you back.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Take a seat,” he said and you cleared your throat, then perched on the edge of the chair.

“I’ve heard you eliminated the threat and got rid of our target quite fast,” he said, “And we have the chip now.”

You nodded silently, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“Well, that shows me you’re ready for the next step,” he said “No reason to beat around the bush, you’re getting a promotion.”

Pride burst through your system but you tried to control your expression to stop the grin threatening to pull at your lips.

“Thank you sir.”

“Here are the details for your next mission,” he said, handing you a file that was stamped as Top Secret and you flipped the page to find information about your next identity.

Alias: Shrike

“Shrike,” you murmured to yourself, turning the pages, “Like the bird?”

“Mm hm. I assume you’ve heard about the Accords issue?”

You looked up, “Only a little,” you said, “The first one was a disaster and the government had to drop it after The Blip due to the public’s reaction, resurrected people insisted that the superheroes were the ones who saved them, not the government. Then the government said they would go over the details and change it in a way that would benefit both the public and the superheroes, but I haven’t seen the new version.”

“There were some adjustments but to be honest with you, it’s the same deal. We can’t have superheroes running wild with no orders,” he said, “I need you on both fronts, one with terminating specific targets, and one with….well, you’ll see.”

You flipped the page and blinked a couple of times, your stomach dropping.

You were good, but you weren’t that good.

“You- you’re sending me after Captain America, sir?”

“Ah no,” he said, “Don’t worry. Wilson doesn’t have a past we can use against him, and trust me, we checked. The guy is an actual hero but we need a bad guy.”

You turned the page and shut your eyes for a moment.

Bucky Barnes.

Right. You should’ve known.

The government wanted and needed Captain America on their side, but Bucky Barnes could fall for all they cared.

“Sir I appreciate your trust in my abilities but not even an army could take down the Winter Soldier the last time—” you started but General shook his head.

“Y/N, you’re not going to kill him,” he said, “That’s the second front I was talking about. We need you to get close to him, to form a personal bond and gather intel we can use in the future.”

You gawked at him, “I’m sorry?”

“Barnes is the perfect candidate. He can help us with necessary information to prove to the public that superheroes need to answer to someone; us. Besides if it all goes bad, we can just say he was a threat. With that kind of past no one would think he was innocent to begin with.”

Your head was spinning. Scratch that, the whole room was spinning.

You were good at finding and terminating targets, not forming personal bonds or playing this

“When you say get close to him….” You trailed off, your voice way too weak and he smiled slightly.

“You’re an attractive woman, I’m sure you’ll have no problem with that.”

That. That was your promotion.

Not an operations officer, not a handler, but a lover who also happened to kill people.

They were going to use you as a honey trap for him.

“Sir, I don’t think-“ you started, but he held up a hand.

“Before you say no,” he said, “Let me remind you that this will benefit your career greatly, and you will have your own team. Show us you can handle it, and the position you want will be within your reach, you have my word. You want to be a handler, don’t you?”

You dragged your fingernails on the file, deep in thought.

“Barnes is one of the many dangerous people we may need to stop one day, and the only way to do it is to keep him under control and learn everything he knows until we’re ready to take him in.”

“But if these new Accords don’t pass—“ you started but he shook his head.

“Even if they don’t, and that’s a big if,” he said, “He’s still a valuable asset to have. We all have to perform certain missions, Y/N. Even if we don’t particularly like them. You will thank me in the future, when your career flourishes.”

Your blinked a couple of times, a bitterness appearing in your mouth.

“Of course,” you managed to say, “You’re— you’re right sir. It’s a good plan. I accept the position.”

“Great!” he clapped his hands together, “We have a target for you for tomorrow night, there’s this gallery opening. He needs to be eliminated, I think you can handle that? Start planning how it will go with Barnes as well, we can’t lose any time.”

You pursed your lips together and closed the file, “Of course.”

“Congratulations.” he leaned in slightly, “Your dad would be so proud of you if he could see you now.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it felt like it was getting bigger and bigger.

“I don’t need his approval,” you rasped out and walked to the door, but stopped when you heard him speak.

“Shrike,” he used your alias for the first time and you looked over your shoulder.

“Yes?”

“I don’t have to remind you that this mission is top secret. If he figures out who you are, or what you’re up to…” he clicked his tongue, “Kill him.”

You paused for a moment, then tilted your head and smiled at him.

“As you wish, sir.” you managed to say, then walked out of his office as if someone was chasing you. You made your way straight to the bathroom and slammed the file on the marble counter, then pulled out the small picture sticking out from the corner. It was an old black and white picture of him with Steve Rogers, probably taken in the 40s, both of them smiling. 

When you lowered the picture to attach it back to the paper, your eyes caught the tiny print under his aliases.

Confirmed Kills: Exact number unknown (Credited with 100+ assassinations)

You were in way, way over your head now.

“Oh, fuck.”

                                  Chapter 2

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[coollemonsaresour]

The Love That Don't Stop

Pairing: Steve Rogers x daughter reader, Steve Roger x Natasha Romanoff. Warnings: Child abandonment, angst, fluff

Summary: It is Y/n's birthday, and she gets an unexpected present.

Word count: 2632

Request: @maximeevansblog ; The reader (me ) is the daughter of Steve rogenrs and its the readers birtday, and he takes her to the nail en hair salon , and they come back, and in the tower, they have a suprise party for her, and natasha comes with adoption papers and, he wants to her mom and a lotts of fluff thanks, and if its ready you tag me right ( natasha and Steve are dating) thanks. And if its ready you tag me right thanks

Request: Anonymous; can you do a Natasha x black!child!reader? I really liked your other fic. You don't have to if you don't want to.

A/n: I made lots of changes, cause when I went to go post it two weeks ago, my fics were two similar to the other two. The highlighted words are in realtion to the person that requested. Because I wanted to incorporate them into the fic 🙃

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, BeEeee- you were starting to get agitated, and brought your fist down on your alarm clock, smashing it to pieces. But hey, it’s not your fault, you got your father’s enhancements through genetics, just the perks of being a Rogers.

Still in bed, you let out a yawn, and you began to stretch; mid-stretch that is when it had clicked.

It’s My Birthday.

And that’s when you smelled it. The sweet smell of a birthday tradition you and your dad have had for the past nine years of your life.

One day you showed your dad Steven Universe, and it happened to be the together breakfast episode. So ever since then, every morning of your birthday, you and your dad sit down together and have Together Breakfast.

As soon as you got out of the shower, you threw on some clothes and dash to the Kitchen. As soon as you enter you were met by a horrible sight. Your dad and a redhead kissing.

Nat and your dad have been friends since he had come out of the ice, a became even closer when you were born. Nat was like a mom to you, but you never would say that out loud, cause you didn’t want to make it wired or have her feel uncomfortable.

Your mom was never in the picture, she left you and your dad five days after you were born. Steve had no idea of how to raise a kid, he was completely lost, but then Nat had offered to help him out. The pair worked as such a great team people often thought that they were actually a couple. After years of a long, long sturdy friendship, your dad finally asked the assassin out. So basically they have been dating for about two and a half years now.

“Ew, gross,” you said, dramatically shielding your face from the sight. “ Good Morning Y/n, happy birthday,” they both said. “Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” you said as you sat down at the island stools. “You mean this public display of affection?” he said with a smirk and then pulled Nat in for another kiss. You then shield your face away and then began gagging and reaching.

“So it is….10:30,” you said looking around “Where’s Together Breakfast?” you said whining. “It’s right here you big baby,” Nat said teasing.

“ Cheers to fifteen years of chaotic life,” you said holding up a fork “Cheers!” they said, you each then taking a bite.

“So, Y/n, anything special on thing on the agenda today,” Nat said wriggling her eyebrows. “Not really, I was hoping that we could just go to the spa, then the salon, and just have a chill day.” You said taking another bite. “Oooh, sorry, y/n I can’t, join you today, I have busine- “ you cut Nat off with a loud groan. “ But its’ my birthdayyyyy,” you said with an adorable pout. “I know, and I’m sorry,” she said squashing your cheeks together “and I will make it up to you, but for right now-” she paused reaching over the counter to grab her bag “ I have to go,” she said giving you small hug and then turning to give steve a quick peck on the lips, and heading for the door. “ Bye,” Steve said, “bye Nat,” You say still mopping. “Bye babes,” she says giving the two an air kiss before disappearing out the door.

“So, I guess it is just me and you, Y/n,” Steve said as he started cleaning up breakfast. “Ya, I guess so, though I really wanted Nat to come today. Alright, imma got get ready so that we could go,” you said heading back to your room, leaving Steve smiling at your comment about Nat; not that you even realized.

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“Alright, where here,” Steve said as the uber pulled up to the salon. You both walked in and were greeted by an overlay excited worker. “Hi, my name is Jess, I will be helping you out today” you then gave her a small, that she returned, then started eyeing Steve like he was her last meal. She looked like she was in her early-twenties, pale skin, about 5’3, blonde hair, and brown eyes. Probably working this job to pay off student loans. She turned to Steve, with scrunched eyebrows.

“Are you Captain America?” she asked with a smirk of curiosity, but it looked like she was trying to amuse him before he could answer “yes, he is, and he’s taken, Maybe next time sweetheart, ” you said pulling you dad away from Jess, and toward the receptionist desk.

“ Hi, Appointment for Y/n Rogers,” You say, leaning against the desk. “Right this way.”

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You were currently sitting in a chair in front of a medium-size mirror, your hands resetting on the armrest, careful not themes up the freshly done nails. Then two Beautistions approached us, then one of them turned to Steve and asked, “are you getting your, hair done too,”

“No”

“Yes”

you and Steve say at the same time.

“Please dad, you can you a new due,” you say, Steve just rapidly shakes his head rapidly no.

“What wrong with the style I have now?” he asked. “You look like an upgraded BackStreet boy,” you reply in full honesty. He then puts his hand over his chest and pretends to be hurt. “You should die it!” one of the Beautistion said, “Great Idea…” you hesitated, search for her name tag.

“Max” she finished for you, seeing what you were trying to do. “If you don’t want to, die your whole head, you can start with highlights,” she said with a smile of excitement. Steve was about to say no until he saw your adorable pleading face. “Fine,” he said putting his hands up in defeat and moving into the salon chair next to yours.

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After you left the Spa you and your dad headed to central park for a walk, something you two did a lot when you were younger.

You then pulled out your phone and tried to Facetime “Natty Bare 😘” but there was no answer. Which was strange, because Nat always answers your calls, no matter who, what, when, where, and why. Steve saw what you did and smiled, a smug smile. "What are you doing?" Your dad asked

"I wanted to show Nat your blue hair streaks" you said with a pout.

Halfway through the walk your legs were getting tired so you jumped on your dad’s back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hip.

“You’re like a pretzel,” he says linking his arms under your knees for better support. “And, you’re like a Dorito,” you tiredly mumble into the crook of his neck, Steve chuckled at the comment.

After walking a little longer you fall asleep. Steve then tightened his grip a little, as if he was giving a backward hug. He just could believe how fast his baby girl was growing up.

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When they reached the tower’s elevator, Steve placed Y/n down on her feet to wake you.

“Y/n, baby, I need you to wake up for a minute.” “But why,” you mumbled as you leaned against him for support since you were still tired. “Cause if you don’t then this could be a very embarrassing photo.” “what pho-” before you could finish, the elevator doors opened, and then...

“SURPRISE!”

A tired smile then played its role on your face. You looked around and saw everyone there, except Nat.

Mabey she will show up later you thought to yourself.

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An hour later she still has yet shone up. You asked around and Tony told you that she had a last-minute mission, but that she should be back at any time now. That failed to relieve your nerves.

But those nerves became worse when it was time to cut the cake. You know she was busy but would she really miss your birthday.

Apparently, yes, yes she would. Because the party was over, over an hour ago, and now it was currently 9:30.

Your dad knew that you were really bummed out that Nat missed your party, so he suggested a movie night. Movie nights were special to you and your dad because it became something you two did together, to destress. Just the two of you, Daddy and Daughter.

“Got room for one more.” came a voice that you recognized immediately. “Sorry, this is a two-person couch,” you shot back, anger leaking from your voice, your eyes never leaving the tv screen, ignoring the Russian, as she came into your view.

Steve then paused the movie, causing you to turn your head toward him, annoyed.

“How was the mission,” he asked her.

“I don’t know” She replied accompanied by a tight-lipped smile and shrug. You were about to say something but “Because it is not over yet,” she said looking nervous.

She then pulled out a manila folder and approached you and sat down in between Steve. The Folder was labeled “Confidential” with a red ribbon and bow tied around. The folder She then handed you the folder causing you to look up at them in question.

“Open it,” Steve said pulled Nat toward him sat her in between his legs, and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders, trying to help calm the nerves surging through her.

You carefully untied the ribbon, and open the folder. “On this day Y/n M/n Ro-” You mumbled quietly and then stopped, your face going blank. Your vision then started to get blurry with tears threatening to spill.

“Wow, y-you’re really, um getting good at that face,” Nat said, a million thoughts going through her mind.

“Y/n,” Nat said, voice flooded with worry. When you didn’t look at her, she used her fingers to lift your chin, so that you were looking at her. And when you locked with her that’s when the dames broke, as the tears sprang free from your eyes.

“Oh, no, baby, baby please, don’t cry,” she said trying to wipe away the tears rapidly falling down your face. “ I understand if you don’t want to go through with it,” she said wiping the tear that fell from her face.

“We don-”

She was cut off with the air being knocked out of her, as you crashed into her wrapping your arms around her torso, burying your face in her stomach, sobbing. She then wrapped her arms around you and held you close, one hand rubbing up and down your back trying to calm you, the other gently twirling some of your coils with her fingers.

Nat always felt like you were her child, even some people in public would mistake her for your mom, But she didn’t know how you felt.

Nat was so nervous that her soul was shaking. She knew how the topic of a Mother, is one that stings for you.

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*Flashback*

Nat POV

I pulled up to Y/n’s school, today was her first day of Kindergarten, and in the morning she was so excited. That morning I bruised her hair into two puffs, curled her sideburns, and she then wore a Captain America shirt, with joggers and light-up sneakers. I swear she was the cutest four-year-old in the world.

I then saw Y/n exit the school, but my smile flattened when I saw the sad expression on her face. I then hopped out of the car and head toward her, as I get closer it looks as if she was crying. When I get to her I pick her up and place her on my hip, and instead of her giving me a hug like she usually does she just tucks her head into my neck.

“Hey, baby,” I saw trying to cheer her up “You okay,” I ask she just nodded and let out a little sigh. Then I hear laughing voices and I turn my head to see a group of second graders.

“See I told you to see was adopted, her parents probably didn’t love her,” one of them said.

“ There is no way Captain America is her dad If that lady is her mom, they’re both white, and she’s not”

“She just a baby and a lier,”

“ She probably doesn’t even have a mom,” another said laughing, causing Y/n to sniffle.

I then cleared my throat, successfully grabbing the attention of the bullies, sending them a death glare, and then headed to the car, and then buckled Y/n into her car seat. I then sat in the driver’s seat and adjusted the rearview mirror so that we could look at each other.

“Don’t listen to those, mouth breathers Y/n you hear me.” Y/n still didn’t look at me her eyes trained on her fingers fiddling in her lap.

“Um, Nat, umm, where is my mom, and w-why, um, why does she, not love m-me?” Y/n said with a sniffle. Her question made me want to go up to those kids and beat the shit out of them.

“ well y/n your mom had to do something important and should be back soon,” I had to lie to her because I didn’t know how to explain to a four-year-old, that her mother abandoned her and her dad because she thinks giving life to the sweetest little girl was a mistake.

Like what did Маленький шар совершенства, ever do to her.

“But Y/n, let me tell you this, Your dad loves you, so much and would let anything bad happen to you, you know that right detka,” she then nodded her head, sniffled, and wiped her tears.

“And I love you too, milashka, and I will never stop loving you.” I love you, Nat” “Now how about we get some Ice cream annnnnd, not tell Steve, because he is going to be mad because you haven’t eaten any dinner yet,” I said starting the car and putting a smile on Y/n’s face.

How could a mother ever leave a child like this, so sweet, innocent, and pure?

*Flashback over*

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No one’s POV

“So is that a yes, baby?” Nat asked nervously that you might say no because you were crying.

You just nodded your head yes, as Nat hugged you tighter.

“Oh, dad I forgot to tell you, while we were out...I, um, need a new alarm clock,” you said with a nervous chuckle.

“Again,” they both said, not surprised at all.

“Mabey you should use your phone, you’re always pretty careful with that,” Nat said bopping your nose and squishing your cheeks together. You then reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. You went to the contacts and changed “Natty 😘” to “Mama🔥”.

“What’s my contact name Y/n?” Your dad asked.

“❤️Captain🤍Crunch💙,” you said sliding your phone back into your pocket and laying back down on Nat’s stomach.

“ I love you, mama,” you said nuzzling further into her

“I love to baby, always has and don’t plan on stopping”

*Bonus*

(Nat and Steve in the kitchen after putting Y/n to bed, because she fell asleep during the rest of the movie because you were tired after crying)

“So...what’s up with the hair, “ Nat said sipping on her tea, taking a step closer to Steve. He then shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head, with a goofy smile. “Uhh, Y/n thought I needed a new look,” He responds shaking the colorful hair from side to side. “Well, I like it,” she says as she runs her hands through his hair, “ Oh, do you,” Steve said placing his hands on her hips. “Yea…I do,” she says standing on her tippy-toe, kissing his lips. Steve then leaned more into the kiss. They went from kiss to make out sess, really quick.

“How about we don’t do this in the kitchen,”

“Mmhm”

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