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Rescuing Ross | Marvel Headcanon

‼️Contains major spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever‼️

This goes with my ‘Ross catching feeling’s for Tony’s sister’ headcanon—-link to my full Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Everett Ross x Stark!reader (Tony’s sister)

Warning: contains major spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, do not continue if you have not seen it/ want to be spoiled.

Content warnings: profanity, angst, fluff at the end. Mentions of Tony & Nat’s death and the battles against Thanos.

Being Tony Stark’s sister (an avenger) who is engaged to Everett Ross & rescuing him from detainment would look like:

After meeting Ross in 2016 and becoming a couple following events of their visit Wakanda and the blip, you and Everett were coming up on your eight year anniversary with one year of being engaged. So much had happened that resulted in Everett delaying a proposal to you—most notably the death of your brother, Tony, and your good friend Natasha Romanoff—and felt that you two were at a good point in your relationship that there was no need for pressure on marriage. However, when Ev did propose you tackled him to the ground with a big ‘yes!’ & a kiss to the lips.

Everett had worries for his first marriage did not work out and therefore feared it would be the same for the two of you. But after years and sticking by one another during the hardships of half the population being gone for 5 years and losing loved ones, you two were stronger than ever.

So fast forward to 2024. The world is restored and you’ve come to accept the loss of Tony and Nat by moving forward as a prominent figure in getting Earth back to the way it was. Everett was with you every step of the way—although he was worried when you left to assist Sam and Bucky with the super soldier fiasco. It did not help that his ex-wife, Val who also was the Director of the CIA, was on his ass and threatened to have you arrested if things didn’t get cleaned up.

The news of T’Challa’s death brought sadness and grief to the both of you. If it wasn’t for him, Everett would have never survived the bullet wound to his spine. The two of you kept in touch after bringing him and everyone who vanished back with T’Challa sending you a condolence gift after Tony’s funeral. In the same fashion, you and Everett sent one to Shuri and Queen Ramonda. Contact with Shuri fell shortly later, but you both understood she was grieving the loss of her brother and let her know that you two were there for her if she every needed anything.

When Shuri does come to you nearly a year later asking about a scientist who developed a vibranium detector drill, you were more willing to give up the information than Everett. Technically you were not in the CIA and only a contact due to your relationship with Ross, but you understood he was risking treason if he were to say something. “Ev, they have the right to know. This is putting their people in jeopardy.”

It wasn’t too long after that Ev came to you with Shuri’s bracelet that he found at a crash site. It brought dread to you, for you feared something bad had happened and made it your mission to assist in finding her. You had made some new adjustments to Stark Industries and the tech (against the governments wishes), but was unable to locate her last signal. Ross kept you updated on his conversations with Queen Ramonda, and the fact it was possible Val was onto him. “She may have bugged the beads, Ev. You need to be careful.” “Her and I got to the site at the same time. There’s no way she knew they were there—I found them hidden under a piece of debris.”

But, like most cases, you were right. Val had bugged the beads before Ross had shown up and was aware of every conversation he had with Ramonda. You had been downtown in your lab, working on a way to find Shuri, when the news of the Queen’s death broke. Before you could even react there was a announcement from F.R.I.D.A.Y, “Forgive my interruption, Ms. Stark, but there has been an intrusion at your home.” Dread filled you, “Pull up the perimeter and indoor security footage at once.”

It is there you see the one and only Director Valentina Alegra de Fontaine standing in your kitchen and your poor fiancé looking pale faced and fearful. “Get me audio, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Listening in, Val admits she had the beads bugged, heard every phone call, and knew you were involved. “I’ve already sent a squad out to detain Stark—the Accords may have been abolished but your girl has committed treason just as you have, Ross,” she says before pulling out handcuffs when Everett pleads to her to not do what she’s doing. Sure enough F.R.I.D.A.Y is letting you know a car with armed agents had arrived outside your building.

You managed to escape with little to no scratches on you—but the same could not be said for the agents. When you got to one of many safe houses, you finally let your emotions lose. You grieved for Ramonda, you cried for Shuri—who was now alone—and you feared for your fiancé. F.R.I.D.A.Y showed you footage of the house where you witnessed Everett cuffed and hauled into the back of a SUV.

Your hands were full with tracking the CIA’s decisions on Ev while also trying to get updates from Wakanda. The only one you managed to contact was Okoye—who took a liking to you in 2016 and fought along side you in 2018 & 2023–who told you everything that happened in the recent weeks. Okoye told you they were handling things and to not get involved. You promised and Okoye even gave her word that she’d help you find Ross once they finished with the Tolakons.

When the call does come from Okoye, you were filled with immense relief by what she tells you. That a truce was made between the two countries, Shuri made peace with Namor and has taken on the mantle of the Black Panther, and Wakanda was rebuilding itself after the attack. “I am so glad to hear you and the others are alright.” “Thank you, Y/n. It is a relief we were met with victory. Now let us save your love—Shuri has his location. I’m sending you coordinates, I will meet you there in the hour.” “Wha-wha-wait what? Are you in Virginia?” “The middle of the Atlantic Ocean to be exact.”

The answer to your question came in the form of a flying blue metal suit landing in front of you, “AH! What the hell?! Oh its you!” The alarm of threat turned into relief as a smile appeared on your face when the mask removed to reveal Okoye’s amused expression. Together you two intercept the van transferring Everett to prison with Okoye cutting down a tree to block the road. When the van comes to a stop, you pull the driver from his seat and shock him unconscious while Okoye deals with the passenger.

Instead of opening the back doors, you let Okoye have her fun and watch from the side as she throws open the doors—mask covering her identity—and could literally picture the look on Everetts face. You hold back your giggle at his sound of relief when she uncovers the mask and says, “Colonizer in chains. Now I have seen everything.”

That’s when you come around the side and meet his eyes, Everett can’t stop his grin. Hopping in the van you get his wrist and ankle cuffs off, “You know, it’s taken everything in me to not go after your ex for opening that bottle of wine we were saving for the rehearsal dinner.” “Well, darling, it looks like that wedding is gonna have to get pushed back. Again.”

Together the three of you head into the woods to where she parked the aircraft to take you three back to Wakanda. It was the safest option for you to at that moment, with being fugitives on the run. “Now I know how Cap and them felt all those years ago.” You could not tell anyone where you were, but sent word to Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy you were safe and with Everett. They were sad and Rhodey promised to find a way to get you two pardoned. “I’ll talk with Sam—see if there is something Fontaine is hiding that could help your case.” “Thank you, Rhodey. I appreciate what you’re doing greatly. I just hate I’m putting you in this position.”

It was unknown how long you and Ev would be on the run, but thankfully you two had the help of Shuri, Okoye, and the people of Wakanda by your side. For you owed them your life for everything they had done for you and Everett. “We’re lucky—you and I,” Everett said as you two watched the beautiful sunset from your balcony of the apartment Shuri had given you, “to have them as our friends.” “We are. And we will make it up to them as soon as we can. They have given us so much. I would rather meet death than not return the gratitude.” Everett presses a kiss to your forehead before one to your lips, “So would I.”

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Unlikely Partners - Everett Ross X Female (Avenger) Reader

Title: Unlikely Partners

Everett Ross X Female (Avenger) Reader

Additional Characters: Fury, Tony (Mentioned), Peter (Mentioned), Natasha (Mentioned), Steve (Mentioned), Sam (Mentioned), Bucky (Mentioned), Clint (Mentioned), Wanda (Mentioned), Vision (Mentioned), Bruce (Mentioned), and Dr. Luther Shank (OC)

Requested by Anon!

WC: 4,377

Warnings: The Reader wears a dress (briefly), Reader is mentioned wearing heels (briefly), sort of haters to lovers, scientific terms, guns mentioned briefly, super soldier serum mentioned, teasing, taunting, banter, flirting, some movie references, nervousness, anxiety, embarrassment, alcohol mentioned (champagne), slight angst, and fluff

"You're partnering me with Ross?" You asked Fury, confused and a bit frustrated as Everett Ross himself stood beside you in Fury's office.

Everett crossed his arms, scoffing as he gave you a quick glance, "Yeah, I'm not too fond of working with you either."

"Why am I partnered with Ross? He's CIA. He's not even an Avenger. What about Steve?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips as Fury continued to stare at you with a stern frown.

He sighed, clasping his hands together on his desk, "He's on a mission with Barnes and Wilson in Peru." 

You pursed your lips as you glanced at the ceiling briefly, "Clint?"

"He's on a break," Fury replied, as you remembered he went to see his family.

"Nat?" You then tried, as you prayed that she was free to go with you instead but Fury shook his head.

"She's on a mission with Banner, Maximoff, and Vision."

Your mind racing, you began to tap your foot, cringing slightly before reluctantly asking, "Tony?" 

Fury stared at you before giving you a 'really' look, "Do you really want to go on this mission with Stark?"

You glanced around the room, avoiding both Fury and Ross's gaze, fidgeting awkwardly in your spot as you realized that you had to go with the CIA Agent, "No."

"You're going with Ross," Fury muttered, before sliding a file across his desk, Ross picking it up. "Inside this file includes your hotel information, everything has already been paid for, as well as the location of the gala you both will be attending as a couple, undercover." Your mind was flashing red warning lights as your eyes widened. Fury continued, "You are looking for Dr. Luther Shank. We don't know much about the man, but what we do know is that he may be involved with the Super Soldier Serum. We need you both to get as much information as you can. And after, S.H.I.E.L.D. will handle the rest."

You crossed your arms, glancing over at the file that Everett was flipping through, before looking up at Fury, "Undercover, as a couple? Why couldn't I do this mission alone?"

Fury frowned, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair as he explained, "Because you're an Avenger and you don't have any field experience with undercover work."

"And Ross does?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

Fury nodded his head once, "Yes."

You were shaking your head as you said, "There must be someone else who could-"

"That would be a waste of time," Fury interrupted you, "We don't have anyone else available. Now, the gala starts tonight, seven sharp. I'd head to that hotel and get ready if I were you. You're dismissed."

"Yes, sir." You muttered grumpily, following Ross out of Fury's office and heading down the hall with the man. 

It was awkward and the tension was thick between you two as you walked quickly along the hallway towards the elevators. Ross was the one who broke the silence once in the elevator, "Do you think you are skilled enough to do this mission?" And to that question, you gave him a look, raising an eyebrow as you pivoted your hip to the side, tilting your head to the side.

You then scoffed, looking away, "I get it, Ross, I don’t want to be a part of this partnership either."

You were lying, you did want to be a part of this. And you did want to be his partner in this undercover mission. 

Contrary to belief, you really liked Ross, you really did. You found him funny, sarcastic, intelligent... Handsome. Really handsome. You actually had a few encounters with the man, but sadly, they didn't go too well. It seemed that Everett Ross was pretty stubborn, especially when working with you, or in your presence in general. He rarely worked with Fury on Avenger-like missions, but when he did, and with you, he would be pretty rude. You didn't know why exactly, but he always seemed disinterested or displeased with you around. You really thought that he hated you. 

Now, when you first met Everett, he was actually really nice, charming really. He greeted you and shook your hand, smiling. From that moment, you were hooked. You couldn't help but feel attracted to him. But, after the next few times, he seemed to change. You didn't know why he changed, or why he hated you, but it upset you, and it still does. So, you pushed back your feelings for the man and tried to avoid him as much as possible. But, that didn't really seem to work much since you partnered with him most of the time.

You wished that he wasn't so stubborn all the time, because it made life difficult when you needed him to cooperate more. You were also a bit nervous about posing as a couple with him for the mission. You just hoped that everything would go swimmingly.

~~~

"Do you know anything about this Dr. Shank?" Ross asked as you both sat on the bed of one of the hotel rooms, the file open and papers scattered before the two of you. 

"Only that he's a doctor of chemistry, top of his class of 1986, Harvard. He's a bit famous in the scientific community due to the advancements he has made in his science and engineering career. Rumour has it that he works with a team of scientists called the STING, and they have plans to release an enhanced super serum in order to increase the strength of enhanced individuals." You answered, flipping through pages of paper and scribbling notes down.

"Is all that information correct and legit?" Ross asked, as you looked up from the file and raised your eyebrows at him.

You stared at Ross before letting out a laugh, "'Legit'? What are you? My teacher? Citing my sources? Yes, they are fact-checked and everything. Got my information from Peter."

It was Everett's turn to pause and stop reading the file as he looked up at you, "Peter Parker? Isn't he, what? Sixteen?"

"Yeah." You answered, getting back to writing some more notes, "He's into all that science stuff. He's very reliable. No matter how many times he talks about Alien and Star Wars." You joked lightly, making Everett roll his eyes.

Ross shrugged his shoulders in defeat, putting the file down as he turned to face you, "Well, the gala is in two hours. We should get ready. I'll pick you up in an hour." He spoke, getting off the bed and heading to the door.

"Can't wait, hubby!" You teased, watching as Everett's hand paused on the doorknob, rolling his eyes before leaving the room.

You smiled, pushing yourself off the bed and heading to the closet. Opening it, you stared at the dress hanging there. You hadn't worn a dress in a while, sticking to your bodysuit when on missions or fighting aliens from space. And other than bodysuits, you wore whatever was comfortable for you. Tonight though, you were wearing a dress, and you were sort of excited, maybe. You didn't know how you felt. 

Getting ready, you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring the way the dress looked on you. It was elegant. That was a word for it. It was your favorite color too, that was the one thing that you had to make sure it was. But you felt beautiful, you were glad that you got this chance to wear it, even if only for an evening. As you looked at yourself, fidgeting with the dress, your mind began to wander... Wondering if Everett would like the dress. 

You snapped out of your thoughts when you finally heard Ross knocking on your door, you put on your heels and clipped your emergency gun to your thigh just as you opened the door to find Everett standing there, dressed to kill.

He took your breath away.

"Wow." You let out as you examined his outfit and hair; a nice black suit, pressed perfectly, with his hair combed neatly, "Real-life James Bond-ing up in here." You blurted out, feeling a bit anxious as Everett just looked at you. You thought you saw his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, and him giving you a once-over, but you must have been seeing things. A trick of the light. And nerves. And hope.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and you nodded, feeling your mouth dry up a bit as you swallowed. You then watched as he opened his pocket, handing you a silver band. "Here's your ring. I already have mine on. We should head out. Don't want to be late." He finished, seemingly rushed as you quickly slid the ring on your ring finger, feeling your face flush. This was going to be harder than you thought.

~~~

The car ride to the gala was very uncomfortable, and silent. You were trying not to glance at Everett, not wanting to show how affected you were by the situation, by him. You were being forced to go to a dance. With Everett. Dancing. For God knows how long. All night. But, it was for a good reason, you repeat to yourself in your mind, you were stopping a nutty scientist from creating more Super Soldiers.

You stared out the passenger side window, watching the lights of buildings turn into blurry trees. You wanted to say something, anything to break the deafening silence between the two of you. Anything to make the atmosphere less tense. But you didn't. You were afraid of what you would say, or what might happen. Or worse, you would say the wrong thing and annoy the man. He already disliked you, why make it worse?

"We're here." Everett suddenly said, parking the car on the large front lawn of the large mansion with the other fancy cars. He turned off the car, turning to you as you looked over at him, meeting his gaze, "Do you remember our cover names?"

"Frank and Lisa McKinnon. You are a professor of Biology, and I am a Physics professor at Stanford. We met at the 2017 Science Conference in Huston, Texas. We instantly clicked and started dating, married two years later, and are working on our careers together." You responded as you turned your head towards the mansion and started to unbuckle your seatbelt, "We're good, right?" You asked as Everett leaned back into his seat, running a hand across his chin as he sighed heavily, nodding.

"Fine. Let's get out of here." He replied, opening his car door and walking over to your side, opening the door for you. "My lady." He offered his hand to you.

You gave him a look, taking his hand as you stepped out of the car, "You do know that we have to act like we like each other, right?" You asked, looping your arms with his as the two of you walked to the entrance of the mansion.

He nodded, "I do know. But, don't worry, I've done undercover missions before." He tried to reassure you, but it only seemed to make you more nervous. You felt uncomfortable butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach, swirling and swirling as you let out a shaky breath, one that Everett noticed. He paused, stopping right outside the main ballroom, turning to look at you. "We'll be fine. Just breathe, okay?"

You nodded slowly, trying to calm yourself down. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening your eyes and giving a smile. "This believable?" You asked as Everett gave you a small smile in return, his mind faltering slightly at the sight, finding you amusing. 

"Yeah, it's believable." 

Heading into the room, you felt a bit anxious, looking at all the people in the room. There were definitely a hundred or more people in the large ballroom. Maybe more. Some were dancing, some talking in small groups, while others were drinking. You noticed that almost everyone was holding a drink in their hands; a glass of bubbling champagne. You tightened your hold on Everett's arm, placing your free hand on top of your hand on Everett's arm since you had no idea what to do with it. Your mind was worrying and racing, wondering if you were doing everything right, or everything wrong.

Moving around the room, Everett grabbed two glasses of champagne, handing you a glass. "Since I have to drive, you can drink."

You took a small sip of the drink, eyeing the people around the room, your mind slowly but surely getting into the Avenger rhythm. "Why get a glass then?" You muttered as Everett leaned over to answer you.

"Blending in. Have you found Shank?" He asked and you hummed, shaking your head slightly, "No, nothing yet."

"Excuse me?" You heard a voice, turning around, you tried to hide your shock and surprise as you found yourself standing in front of Dr. Shank himself. He gave you and Everett an odd smile, creepy, you thought as he offered his hand to Everett. "My name is Dr. Luther Shank, professor of chemistry at MIT." The man spoke, smiling politely, as Everett took the doctor's hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Dr. Frank McKinnon, professor of Biology." He introduced himself before gesturing to you, "And this is my wife, Dr. Lisa, professor of Physics."

Dr. Shank hummed, turning his gaze to you, and offering his hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Dr. Lisa. I must say, Physics is one of my favorite hobbies. Very interesting subject." He complimented, giving you a smile. "Tell me, what is your view on Quantum mechanics and the scale of atoms and subatomic particles?"

"I find the behavior of atoms and subatomic particles to be fascinating! I am especially fond of Einstein's paper where he envisioned light traveling not in waves, but as some manner of energy quanta; completely spinning everything we had known about atoms and light on its axis. I also find Schrödinger's cat experiment to be quite interesting as well..." You rambled, Everett looking at you as if you had grown an extra head as Dr. Shank gave you a large grin.

"Fascinating! Do you believe that loop quantum gravity is a possibility in the near future for the physics community?"

You let out a small giggle, placing a hand on your chest, "Did Issac Newton discover gravity?" You asked playfully.

Dr. Shank let out a laugh, turning to nudge Everett on the shoulder, "My, my, Frank. You better be careful and keep an eye on this one. Someone might steal her away. Or I might." He laughed, as Everett and you forced yourselves to laugh, before he spoke again, "In fact, could I steal her for the next dance?" He asked, and you let go of Everett's arm. 

"By all means, just bring her back," Everett spoke jokingly, feigning his friendliness as you gave him a smile. 

"I'll be back. Hold my glass, will you?" You asked, handing Everett the champagne glass before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Everett watched as you walked arm in arm to the dance floor with Dr. Shank, watching as you smiled and began to waltz with the man, laughing at whatever he was saying to you. Everett felt uneasy as he watched you dance with him, dropping the two glasses on a passing tray before pressing his hand on his cheek where you kissed him. It was hard to admit, but Everett had grown a bit fond of you.

He had come to realize that he was starting to care for you, way before this mission, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He had no choice but to watch as you danced with Dr. Shank. Feeling jealousy bubbles inside him as you talk with the scientist, feeling foolish for getting jealous over you dancing and spending time with a man who could be your grandfather. It was stupid. But, Everett pushed those feelings back down, ignoring the feelings, ignoring your laughter over the live band, ignoring how incredibly smart you are, and ignoring the way you looked in that dress.

You swayed and danced along to the music, conversing with the man who was the leader of STING, the one that had the information you needed to put him and many other corrupt scientists away. You didn't know what to say to help you, and you were about to speak when Dr. Shank spoke up instead. 

"I must say, Dr. Lisa, I am rather impressed." He began, "You have quite the mind for science."

You smiled, "Well, you must when you are working in the field, learning about the most complex subject in the world."

Dr. Shank nodded eagerly, agreeing, "Of course, I know what you mean. When I first came to the field, I was fascinated by the study of the brain and human beings in general. But recently, I found something incredible." He ranted, his eyes glinting dangerously as he continued, and you weren't going to stop him. "You must have heard of the Super Soldier Serum, being a part of the Scientific Community. I have recently found that there is a gene that can be enhanced and magnify the effects of the Serum. Yes, they will have the same results as Captain America, but more so. They would have ten times the amount of powers that the serum has. And, I'm not the only one working on it. All sorts of scientists are working on ways to enhance it." He spoke in a hushed tone.

You raised your eyebrows, this guy, for being a doctor, was very dumb for telling a practical stranger all this information. The exact information that you were looking for. "Really?" You asked, feigning surprise, "Is that all really possible?"

"Wouldn't it be?" He asked, "From the tests I ran on a few samples from the serum to see if it could be enhanced further, yes. It seems possible." He said, sounding very confident.

You gave a nod, smiling, "Yes. I think that would be a big breakthrough. What exactly do you plan to do with it once it's ready?" You pressed.

"Well... Theoretically. My team and I are going to try and..." He leaned a bit closer to whisper, "And sell it to HYDRA."

You tried to hide your shock, "Interesting. Do you think they'll accept your offer? If you're selling it to them, theoretically, I mean." You let out a small chuckle.

"If we can sell it to them... I wouldn't be surprised if they did." He replied, nodding toward a group of people, "With my help, we can create a world of superhumans. We’ll be unstoppable, able to fight off other countries with ease." He boasted, making you smirk.

You didn't say anything, having all the information you needed. All you needed now was to leave with Everett and report to Fury. As the song came to an end, the dancers turned to the band to applaud, before Dr. Shank turned to you. 

"It was lovely meeting you, Dr. Lisa. I hope we run into each other in the future. Maybe we can meet up for coffee and have a discussion on Schrödinger's cat." He spoke, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

"I would love that."

And at that, Dr. Shank left, finding a friend of his to speak to. You were about to leave the dance floor yourself before you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, Everett stood there, offering his hand out to you. "Would you care for a dance?" He asked, and you paused, pleasantly surprised as you took his hand. 

"I'd love to." You softly told him, letting Everett lead you into a soft waltz. You fidgeted with the collar of Everett's suit, feeling a bit nervous as the two of you danced. 

It was quiet between the two of you for a moment more before Everett spoke, "So, what did you find out?" He asks softly, his voice no higher than a whisper as his hand on your lower back sends heat waves through you, making you shiver.

"Dr. Shank knows the secret to creating enhanced Super Soldiers." You answered softly, biting your lip lightly as you looked at Everett, trying to ignore how close you were together. How easy it would be to lean forward and press your lips against his, the thought making your stomach flip. You pushed the thought away.

"He just told you? That easily?" Everett asked, surprised, and you nodded.

"Yeah, basically. It wasn't that hard. For a doctor, he's really dumb." You muttered, making Everett smirk slightly at your words. 

You both continued to dance, the two of you enjoying the silence for a little longer before Everett spoke up, "I didn't know you were so interested in physics."

Your eyes lit up, as you let out a small chuckle, "Oh, no. Uh, I'm not."

Everett furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side slightly, confused, "What? Then how did you know so much about the subject?"

"I asked Peter. He's into that stuff, remember?" You let out a small laugh, "I'm only guilty of being able to remember all that information."

"Ah," Everett exclaimed, before glancing to the side briefly, albeit awkwardly. "Uh, I forgot to tell you but... You look beautiful tonight." You felt warmth fill your cheeks as Everett looked at you, slightly nervous himself. "I, uh, really like your dress."

"Thank you." You muttered quietly, proud of thinking that he would like the dress, "That's really sweet of you."

The two of you continued to stare at each other for a few moments, a silent tension falling between the two of you, before Everett spoke up, "I'm sorry about being hard on you sometimes too. I, uh, it's very unprofessional of me and I apologize if I've ever made you feel uncomfortable or upset."

You were almost speechless, "Thank you, Everett. That... That means a lot to me." You muttered, feeling your heart race as Everett looked at you with an unknown look in his eyes; he let out a shaky breath before continuing.

"I... I wanted to also tell you that I actually really admire you." He confessed, your mind slowly drowning out the music and the people around you.

You let out a breath, "Really? I thought you hated me." You raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly.

Everett's eyebrows scrunched back up, as he lightly frowned, "Hated you? No, no, I don't hate you. It's quite the opposite." He simply spoke, before freezing. 

You stared at him, his words sinking in slowly as you processed his words, "Oh." You breathed out.

"I... I mean..." Everett began, starting to freak out slightly, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I'm sorry."

You chuckled slightly, feeling your heart racing and pounding in your chest, "No, it's fine. Really." You reassured him, smiling, "I understand, honestly. I also admire you. I actually like you a lot. More than like really."

"Really?" Everett asked, and you nodded, shrugging a shoulder.

"Really."

Everett gave you a smile, a real, genuine one, before he cleared his throat lightly, "Well, I'll admit that I was a bit jealous when you were dancing with Dr. Shank."

You let out a small laugh, taking your hand off Everett's shoulder to cover your mouth, "Jealous? Of that old man? Everett." You teased playfully, making Everett's cheeks flush, the pink reaching the tips of his ears; moving his eyes to the ground.

"Well, I really wanted to dance with you, and he just left with you and all that..." He glanced at you, before shaking his head, "Forget I said anything, I'm not saying anything else."

You let out a small huff, "No, Evie," You softly spoke, your fingers brushing through the hair on the nape of his neck, goosebumps rising, "I think it's cute."

"Cute?" He looked up at you, his green eyes filled with amusement.

You nodded, "Yeah, cute." You said, giving him another soft smile, causing him to smile, shaking his head. You were something, that's for sure.

"Well, Dr. Lisa. Would you like to go on a date with Dr. Frank sometime after this?" Everett asked, leaning a bit closer to you as you smirked, looping both our arms around his neck as his hands placed themselves on your waist.

"Dr. Lisa would love to go on a date with Dr. Frank." Making you bite your bottom lip, feeling a wave of giddiness flow over you.

"Alright, that settles it then. A date with Dr. Frank it is." Everett declared, and you couldn't stop the large grin that broke out across your face as you pulled Everett closer.

This was perfect. This was everything you hoped it would be. Minus being on a mission, you loved being at a gala, in fancy clothing, dancing with Everett. The atmosphere around you both was romantic, and you enjoyed every moment of it. Every touch, every glance, and every laugh made you feel butterflies inside of you; you couldn't help but smile. You didn't want this night to end. But, like all things do, the night and the gala ended. Hand in hand, you let out a little giggle, swinging the two of your hands, your fingers intertwined as you headed to the car. He opened your door for you, before getting in himself and starting that long drive back to the hotel. 

Everett looked over at you, watching you for a moment, completely enamored by you. "What are you looking at?" You asked with a grin, chuckling a little as you glanced over at him.

"Nothing. What makes you think I'm looking at something?" Everett responded, turning his attention back to driving.

"Because, it looked like you were looking at me," You pointed out cheekily, causing Everett to turn towards you.

"I was." He stated simply, his gaze unwavering from yours, making you flush. You let out a quiet giggle before resting your head against the headrest, closing your eyes. 

"Just drive, Everett." You sighed, opening your eyes once again.

Everett just chuckled, turning back to the road, "Yes, ma'am."

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[munsons-hellfire]

Everett Ross x Avenger!Reader (Ex-CIA) Headcanons

REQUESTED BY: @autistic-solar-fandom

PAIRINGS: Everett Ross x Ex-CIA!Avenger!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am so sorry this took a while, I really had to think about how I wanted to set this up and the headcanons that I thought would hopefully be good. I don't know if I even did this right, but I like the way I have it. This is my first time making headcanons. I kind of made it into an AU, so most of the events of what happens in the MCU (mostly the Accords), doesn't happen. Hopefully it is to your liking.

WORD COUNT: 1.06K Words

You and Everett met in the CIA before you joined the Avengers, it was there that your relationship started to blossom only after you two had finally trusted each other.

You and Everett had gone on a mission that had really tested your limits of trust.

You were injured in the line of fire and left in a hospital bed for a few days. Everett never once left your side.

After that mission that left you injured the two of you were hard to separate from each other. You had both bonded pretty quickly.

Your established friendship quickly turned into a relationship, and while the two of you weren't afraid to tell anyone you were dating each other you did keep it professional at work.

About a year after you and Everett started dating you joined the Avengers fighting alongside them. With your new job, life was a lot more riskier. But you were able to handle yourself out there, even Everett knew it.

Two years into the relationship Everett got down on one knee after a romantic dinner and popped the question asking you to marry him, you of course said yes. There was no doubt in your mind that you didn't want to spend the rest of your life with Everett and he felt the same way.

Six months later you were married in a small ceremony with your friends, family, and coworkers (the Avengers), as well as Everett's friends, family, and some of his coworkers. It was a beautiful wedding and at the end of the day you were just happy to be with each other regardless of marriage.

During the first year of marriage it was a challenge to always see each other. Sometimes you both would be on missions for months at a time. Sometimes you'd be undercover, or vice versa. But when you could get time off from work and Everett could do the same, those were the nights that made everything worth fighting for.

Five years into your marriage, you find out you're pregnant. At first you're afraid to tell Everett because the two of you were happy as could be and had never really talked about wanting kids. But now that there was a baby involved that was made from Everett there was no way you couldn't give this up.

You called Everett to the Avengers, he showed up after he had gotten off of work. He was so excited to see you given that he had been working on a case for about three weeks. You had everything picked out to tell Everett about the baby on the way.

When he got to the tower you spoiled him with his favorite dinner, dessert and his favorite drink of choice.

After everything had been devoured you gave him a present which contained the announcement. When he opened the box he was shocked at first not entirely sure how to process the news (not because he wasn't happy, just because it was the last thing he was expecting). But his confused face turned into a happy face and you knew he was over the moon excited to have a kid with you.

After you told him, you stopped going out on missions with the Avengers because you wanted to stay safe and keep your baby safe. Everett also agreed with your choice.

Throughout the pregnancy it seemed to be an easy one, but everything changed when you and Everett discovered that you were not only having one kid but you were expecting twins. Both of you were shocked at first and didn't know how to process the information that the doctor had given you and your husband.

But like everything else the two of you worked together to figure it out. As your due date got closer everything started to fall together, you had the baby's room done.

Your hospital bag was ready and you had the clothes that your son and daughter would come home in. The names were picked out and you would announce it to your family after you had given birth to the twins.

When your water broke, everything started to settle and both you and Everett would be parents in less than a few hours. The experience was a painful one but well worth it. Your son was born first, though he did take his time arriving into the world. You told Everett that he was going to be just like you. While your daughter on the other hand came out into the world quickly, you and Everett both knew that she was going to be like him.

Everett had picked his name, he named him Felix Alexander Ross. You had named your daughter Florence Annabelle Ross. Their names seemed to fit them perfectly. And neither you nor Everett couldn't be more happy.

As the kids got older you and Everett noticed that Felix really did take after you and Florence really did take after Everett.

When the twins turned 14 you decided it was time to do smaller missions with the Avengers, mainly staying home because they both wanted to train with you and Everett. They wanted to learn everything and anything that they knew their parents would allow them too.

Everett knew there was no way that neither him nor you would be able to stop your children from fighting alongside them. But when Fury came to you and Everett with the idea of a Young Avengers, you both knew that the twins were going to want to be apart of it.

You both agreed on the condition that the two of you got to help them. You both stayed on the sidelines but you helped make suits for them, create new tech (with Tony's help), and help train them as well if they needed it.

Life was perfect so far, you were both so happy of who the twins had turned out to be while still allowing your guidance and Everett's.

You and Everett would be celebrating your 24th anniversary together and while the two of you tended to stay back you still went on missions together, some dangerous, some not so bad, and sometimes Felix and Florence would tag along and the four of you would fight the bad guys together, it was perfect bliss and one you never ever wanted to let go of.

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[the-autistic-vulcan]

Everett K. Ross Aesthetic

p.s. this man needs more attention

#everett ross #everett ross x reader #martin freeman #marvel

[literaryavenger]

Captain America: Civil War - 5

Summary: Team Cap gets taken to the Raft.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N. A little angst if you squint. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Thank god it took me very little to finish this one! Hope you like it!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

The Raft.

That’s where they sent you after they arrested you in Germany. The fucking Raft.

You haven’t even seen Wanda since you were handed your very unstylish new clothes and they made you change.

You got separated from her when they took you to your cell between Scott's and Sam's. You dread what they're going to do to her, but you're powerless to stop them.

You sit on the ground of your cell and don’t move from there, barely registering what happens around you until the sound of clapping snaps you out of your trance. 

“The Futurist, gentlemen!” Clint shouts but you still don’t move, just listening to the scene. “The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton.” You hear Tony say and almost show some emotion, but stop yourself. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.”

You hear Clint spit and then say “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint interrupts him. “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Y/N, or Wanda. But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law.” Tony says.

“Yeah.” Clint says back and starts chanting “La la la la la” while Tony talks, making you grin slightly.

“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it.” Tony keeps talking. “Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side.” he says and your face falls again immediately, knowing Tony went too far.

“You gotta watch your back with this guy.” Clint says before slamming his hands on the bars angrily. “There's a chance he's gonna break it!”

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” You hear Scott say from the cell on your right.

“Who are you?” Tony says, his voice closer to you than before, and you can hear Scott mumbling “Come on, man.”

Tony gets to your cell and sees you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees tight to your chest, your head resting back on the wall while you look straight ahead.

Tony is nothing short of shocked when he sees your face all beat up and bruised, your arm bandaged with blood seeping through it showing just how big and deep the cut is, all courtesy of Ayo.

“I never wanted to see you like this...” Tony says softly but you don’t even react to his words.

He’s standing in front of you but it’s like he’s not even there, like you’re looking right through him to something more interesting behind him.

Tony sighs and shakes his head before moving to Sam’s cell.

“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks right away.

“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So… fingers cross.” Tony answers and you close your eyes, grateful that he’s still alive at least. “What do you need? They feed you yet?”

“You're the good cop now?” Sam asks almost in disbelief.

“I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.” Tony answers calmly.

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

“Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'.” Tony says, much too playfully for your taste. “We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his next sentence. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

Your eyes snap open at his apology and, even though you can’t see either of them, you know Sam’s feeling the same way as you, which is confirmed by his next sentence. “That's a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-”

“Hey, it's alright.” Sam interrupts him, then you hear him sigh and after a little pause he says “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.” Tony says and Sam proceeds to tell him all about the Hydra base in Siberia and the other supersoldiers.

When Tony leaves, Sam once again tries to make sure you’re okay even if he hasn’t had luck at getting an answer out of you since you got here.

He knocks twice on the wall between you two then pauses and then knocks three more times fast before talking, a thing you two started doing since you both moved into the Avengers Compound so you would know it was the other knocking right away. “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him and can hear him sighing before continuing talking.

“Look, I’m sorry you got caught up in this and-”

“I don’t regret the choice I made, Sam.” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, speaking up for the first time since you got arrested at the airport. “As much as this sucks, it was the right thing to do. I know it was.”

You don’t say anything else. Sam can tell you mean it and he knows better than to push you.

“They’ll be okay.” He says after a moment of silence and then lets you be.

You know he means Steve, Bucky and Tony but you can’t help but think he’s trying to reassure you that Bucky’s gonna be fine.

And you can only hope that he’s right.

-

A couple of weeks after Tony’s visit there’s a commotion in the prison.

You haven’t so much as made a sound since that day, aside from your daily knock on the wall between you and Sam so he can make sure you’re okay, knowing you well enough to know you don’t want to talk but still wanting to check in.

But you can’t help but let out a loud gasp when you see Steve just standing in front of your cells.

You look around when the cell doors open and you hesitantly get up from the floor and walk towards Steve. He hugs Sam, then you, then Clint and then pats Scott on the back, but doesn’t linger long before he’s guiding you towards another level where Wanda is.

You get to her just as the door to her cell opens and you rush inside with Clint to take off her collar while he takes off her straightjacket. You hug her tightly and wrap your arm around her with Clint to help her move you since she looks a little worse for wear.

You manage to move through the prison without problems. You have to hand it to Steve, he’s a hell of a criminal.

When you get to the landing pad you see the Quinjet ready for take off and you all rush inside just to see Bucky at the commands and you smile brightly at the sight.

You have no time to comment, though, as Sam shouts “What are you waiting for?! Go!”

Bucky rolls his eyes but calmly says “We have one more coming.”

You frown. One more? You turn to Steve confusedly but before you can ask anything you can see blond hair darting into the Quinjet and then Natasha’s there.

Bucky instantly takes off and you all take seats and buckle up.

There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes what just happened, but you break it while looking at Natasha that’s sitting directly in front of you.

“Are we gonna talk about the hair?” You ask arching your eyebrow with a smirk.

She groans in annoyance and you can hear the others chuckling while she says “We are not.”

-

After a few hours you all get to a safehouse and Steve ushers you in before showing you around.

It’s not bad: a secluded cabin with three bedrooms, not too big but Steve assured you you wouldn’t be staying there long anyway. Which makes sense, you're on the run now so this is just temporary.

After the tour Bucky approaches you in the living room and only then you notice he’s missing his metal arm.

“You flew the jet with only one arm? That’s impressive…” You can’t help yourself as you reach to touch his left shoulder, your eyes fixated on it. But stop on your tracks when you feel his right hand carefully cupping your cheek.

Your eyes snap up to his and you can see him thoroughly inspecting the wounds in your face that are still healing a little. He grimaces when he looks down at your bandaged arm and whispers “I’m sorry…”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” You smile softly at him and put your hand over his still on your cheek, trying to reassure him that you’re fine.

“I bet you can, doll.” He chuckles.

You’re too busy staring at each other to notice everyone’s attention is on you until Steve clears his throat with an apologetic look on his face.

“We need to go, Buck.” He says and you look confusedly between the two men.

“I’m going back into cryo.” Bucky clarifies for you.

“Oh.” Is all you can say and your eyes widen for a second before you force yourself to put on a more neutral face.

“It’s okay.” He smiles at you, but you feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, doll.”

You try your best to smile and not look too bummed out. “I bet you can, Sergeant.”

You hesitate for a moment before surprising him, the others and even yourself by giving him a hug. He hesitates too before delicately hugging you back and, after a moment, you pull away. 

He smiles at you with a faint blush and you smile back, watching him walk to the door.

Steve passes you on his way to the door and kisses your forehead, whispering “He’ll be okay” before saying goodbye to the rest of the team, assuring you that he’ll be back soon. Then he also goes through the door and soon both the supersoldiers are gone.

You turn around with a sigh and see Sam, Natasha and Clint standing there, grinning at you, Wanda and Scott looking more compassionate than teasing.

You narrow your eyes at the first three and say sternly “Not. A. Word.” punctuating every word by pointing threateningly at each of them.

They raise their hands in mock surrender while snickering but thankfully don’t say anything and everyone just scatters around the safehouse.

You see the Quinjet depart from the window and try your best to look at the bright side: This isn’t forever, you’ll see him again.

Right?

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[xblackreader]

Attoye 'Gangster’s Wife' AU

LOYALTY.

Rated 18+ [MDNI] - 4000+ words of food

Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Mentions of Attempted Assault, Domestic Battery, Graphic Sex Scenes, and an unashamed sympathy for the incarcerated.

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When he finally corners her alone, in a parking garage, Attuma manages to pull off her expensive shades, despite her pleading with him to 'let it go and let her handle it', only to find a black eye. 

It infuriates him when he goes to comfort her, Okoye is ashamed and embarrassed; she won’t even meet his eye. She cries and says it’s her fault…

"He was drunk and breaking things! I was being petty, I brought you up… I told him I'd leave him for good soon… He went crazy. He… He hurt… me." His blood chills as he puts the pieces together and Okoye is inconsolable.

Attuma holds her as she sobs and if she was in the right mind, she might have said he was eerily calm. In a way that should've been alarming.

He drops her off at his rented condo and puts her to sleep for a few hours. When she wakes, in the early hours of the evening, he is still not back.

Immediately upon his arrival, she shoots from where she paced in the bedroom and went to interrogate him. He's visibly numb and covered in scratches and blood. His eyes are dark and dull, and as he wraps himself around her body as she tries to get him to speak to her. Attuma is deathly muted, pressing kisses to her forehead. Her murmurs into her hair.

"I did it, I did it all for love… I did it with nothing. No drinks, no drugs…"

"A-Are you okay? Are you… on something?"

"No, I- I’m clean. I did it sober…" he had expected himself to lose composure with something in his system. But he hadn't waited. W'kabi had been in front of him and he had taken action… “I promised I’d do it.”

It is fear and confusion that brings tears to Okoye's eyes, not sadness. The feeling of dread and relief mix and rest themselves over her brain. "Attuma what… did you do?"

"I did it for us. I did it for you." 

Okoye knows she should be disgusted with Attuma. Maybe even be afraid of him. But she can't bring herself to do anything but love him.

Fear is wisdom in the face of danger. And here she is not in danger, in front of him she is safe.

While washing himself of W'kabi's blood and his own, He makes a connection in the blaring quiet of his mind: In a tube, blood is as bright as any field-born poppy. But here, on his knuckles and running down his arms, it's dark and dull; it is not what he expected. 

He doesn't regret it.

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[roses-r-rosie3]

THANK YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH FOR 402 FOLLOWERS!!!

And in honor of this, I will be revealing how many fanfics of each character that I am working on

(Please keep in mind that drafts are stuff that are %100 going to be happening while requests are stuff that MIGHT happen)

Miguel O’Hara

- 3 Drafts

- 4 Requests

Ethan Landry

- 3 drafts

- 5 requests

Chad Meeks Martin

- 0 drafts

- 4 requests

Wes Hicks

- 1 draft

- 3 requests

Harlan Briggs

- 2 drafts

- 3 requests

Danny Brackett

- 0 drafts

- 1 request

Vince Macher

- 0 drafts

- 1 request

Everett Ross

- 1 draft

- 0 requests

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[creamecafe]

Please send requests of Namor or anyone from Wakanda Forever like Everett, Riri, Okoye, Shuri or M'Baku or anyone really because I'm in serious need of posting something of my writing that I haven't done so long bc of my writers block and this is like the perfect opportunity

Feel free to send requests!

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[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Just A Moment In Time

Chapter 3: Fatherhood

Summary: You and Everett talk about what he discovered.

Notes: A piece of this was inspired between a convo @tallulahchanel​ and I had.

Also, this will be the last chapter. It was meant to just be a short epilogue kind of fic for Agent or Princess. Thanks for reading!

You can’t remember the last time you slept so well. Maybe you and Everett should move to Wakanda until the baby was born. Would make it easier for you. But then there was your job aspect. Though, you would instantly be pulled from field duty once it was known you were pregnant for the safety of you and your baby. 

A pair of arms pulled you close and you couldn’t help the smile on your face. Today you would work out a way to tell Everett the news. You knew that Nakia and Shuri were right and that Everett would love the idea of being a dad, but that didn’t stop you from being nervous.

You sighed as you felt Everett pull you closer, his breath now tickling your ear. “So, do you have any names picked out or should we ask your cousins for ideas?”

It took a full minute for what he said to process. The lack of caffeine from being pregnant was taking its toll. Wait, did he ask you about names? As in, baby names?! You turned and propped yourself up on one arm to look down at him. He had a smile on his face and you can’t remember the last time he looked so relaxed.

“How did you find out?”

“The kimoyo bead that was left by the bed.” He reached up and stroked your cheek. “I thought it was instructions to care for you since they told me you were sick.”

“Of course,” you sighed as you collapsed back onto the bed. “Shuri should have known better.”

Everett chuckled as he leaned over to kiss you. “It’s not her fault. I was worried and jumped to conclusions.”

“You’re so predictable,” you murmured against his lips. “She should have known better.”

He moved his hand from your face, moving it down your body. You smiled at the touch and opened your eyes when it rested on your stomach. “I can’t wait until we can feel them kick. They’ll be a fighter, like their mom.”

“And if they have their father’s sass?”

Everett chuckled. “Then we’re in trouble.”

You pulled Everett close and celebrated the news of becoming parents before finally getting dressed and heading down to meet your family. Nakia had left you a beautiful dress that was designed to leave room for a growing belly. It was woven of beautiful, bright colors and you couldn’t help a playful spin down the hall. 

Everett chuckled, “how you glow with happiness.”

“It’s so good to be among family again. I’m looking forward to raising our child with such diverse backgrounds.”

Everett rolled his eyes. “Yes. You, with your royal heritage from a high-advanced country. And her father, with his boring colonizer background.”

You giggled. “But a handsome colonizer.”

He was about to remark when three small children ran by at top speed. Their exhausted father was on their heels.

Everett looked after them, his steps slowing until he stopped and looked at you. 

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“I-,” he cleared his throat. “Are you sure you want to start a family with me?”

You raised your eyebrows at this. “This is a hell of a time to ask that question. With your child in me and all.”

“I know, I know.” He ran a hand over his face. “But…what if I’m too old to be a dad? I’m at least older than you by-”

You placed a hand over his mouth. “We’re not talking about that. And don’t act like I’m fresh from college. I’m not a child. I was a marine, a CIA agent, and now a SHIELD operative. And yes, I may not be fifty like you, but I’m old enough to know both who and what I want.”

He didn’t look convinced so you smirked at him.

“What? All those times Thunderbolt made you do extra laps at Langley should have prepared you for chasing down toddlers.”

“Ha ha,” he rolled his eyes but pulled you close for a kiss. “As long as one of us is sure.”

“You will be, too. Once you hold that child.”

Everett smiled brightly that time and let you lead him around the palace. Now that the secret was out, you didn’t hide the fact that your free hand now cradled your stomach. There was no rush today, finally accepting that you both were on vacation finally. No pressure to keep a phone around, no paperwork to complete, and no bosses to answer. 

Just family.

You joined Nakia and Shuri for lunch, poked gentle fun at T’Challa for working so hard, and tossed around name ideas with Queen Ramonda. Shuri made not-so-subtle comments about you and Everett moving to Wakanda until the baby was born and Nakia did nothing to dissuade her. 

“We still have our lives back in America,” Everett laughed.

“Those jobs don’t count as lives,” Shuri dismissed.

You shook your head. “My doctor is back in America.”

“And what do you think I am?”

“My cousin,” you laughed.

“America’s health care is in shambles.”

“I can’t argue that.”

“Hey!” Everett tried to protest.

“Hon, look me in the eye and tell me I’m lying. Especially, the V.A.”

Everett opened his mouth and then quickly closed it. “Damn.”

“Yes!” Shuri exclaimed.

“That doesn’t mean we’re moving here,” you laughed again.

“Yes, it does!”

“Listen, Everett and I will discuss many things regarding this child. Just because-”

T’Challa waved his hand. “While I respect what you need, dear cousin, please note you will not win against Shuri. So please be prepared to be aggressively packed up when you get home.”

You and Everett blinked before you shook your head. “Now I want to say no on principle.”

Shuri pretended to be offended. “How can you say no to us, just like that?”

“Who’s ‘us’? Sounds like it’s just you,” Everett smirked.

Everyone at the table laughed and picked a side of the debate, going well into the afternoon. 

Eventually, Everett lead you away from everyone and you found yourself outside the palace, walking through the jungle. He gently held your hand and you breathed in the floral-scented air. There was only the sound of wind blowing through the leaves, the rustle of animals jumping from tree to tree, and your footsteps. 

Soon, you found yourself at a lake not far from the palace. The sun had begun to set and that’s when you realized how long you had spent with your family around the table and how long the hike had to have been. Yet, you felt energized. As if you could do everything all over again. You knew it wouldn’t last and soon the baby would want your energy, but for now, it was amazing.

Everett, still holding your hand, helped you to sit on the lakeshore. But he opted to crouch in front of you.

“You know, Shuri had a point. Who better to take care of you and the baby?”

You raised an eyebrow at this. “Are you saying we should move to Wakanda? What about our jobs?”

“We can find work here. I don’t have any family back in the states other than an ex-wife and your family is here. It makes sense for our child to grow up with a community that will protect them.”

“You’re really willing to give up all that time and effort you put into the CIA?”

Everett sighed, “I didn’t want to mention it before, but my ex is now the director.”

You made a face. “And I thought working around Stark was rough. Are you sure?”

“If it makes you happy and makes you and the baby safe, I can’t think of why not.”

“I want you to be happy, as well.”

He took your hand and kissed your fingertips. “I have you and we have a child coming. There is only one thing that could make me happier.”

“Your ex bursting into flames?”

Everett busted out laughing. “Be careful. Shuri might hear you and get ideas. But I was thinking, we should make things official. Here in Wakanda.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful box. Inside, was a ring you could tell was designed by Shuri.

“What do you say? Want to make the happiest man alive?”

Your hands flew to your mouth, shock in your eyes. “Oh Everett, of course!”

Grabbing his face, you gave him a fierce kiss. He pulled away long enough to slip the ring on. 

“Tonight, let’s relax. In the morning, we can figure everything else out.”

You smiled. “I have you and I have my family. Nothing else needs to be figured out.”

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That Wasn't Quiet: 12 Days of Smut #5

Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot

Fully inspired by this tiktok from @the.stark.internship: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8u74sXe/

Summary: You've been on the run for two months and now that the team has found you, they don't trust you to be alone. Of course, Bucky is one of the ones assigned to keep an eye on you through the night, even though you two have a bit of a history.

Warnings: profanity, teasing, oral sex (female receiving), slight exhibitionism (someone overhears), fingering, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: This one isn't Christmas-themed because truthfully, I forgot about that. It takes place sometime after Captain America: Civil War but before TFATWS, not that that matters much for a one-shot. Also can everyone go look at @littlemiss-yeehaw's fckin INSANE SKETCH OF A HAIR-PULLING BUCKY BARNES BECAUSE I'M STILL NOT OVER IT THANKS.

            “How’re we doing, boys?” Nat asks the question immediately upon entering the surveillance room of the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre in Berlin. She’s the last to arrive. She glances around the room, letting her eyes scan over the expressions of Steve, Sam, and Bucky. They all look quite done with the situation at hand.

            “She’s not talking.” Steve answers. He’s standing with his back against the far wall, with his arms crossed over his chest and a slightly defeated look on his face. Bucky, however, looks more determined than defeated.

            “She’s about to.” Bucky’s tone is so calm and certain that it draws all eyes to him as he pushes himself off of the table he was sitting on. Nat looks at him, her interest clearly piqued, before glancing back over at Steve, wondering if she should be concerned. Steve gives Bucky a hard stare, while Sam turns his head to watch as the man with the metal arm and perpetual bad attitude heads straight for the door. No one makes a move to stop him. Instead, as the door shuts behind Bucky, everyone turns their attention to the surveillance screen that shows you. You’re locked in a secure glass chamber, with your arms and legs immobilized by metal restraints, and even your shoulders are held in place by something similar. The only movements that you’re free to make are within the normal range of motion of your head. Everyone watches as Bucky steps into the secure holding area and stops a few feet away from the glass that separates you and him.

            “Bucky Barnes.” You say his name with amusement. You find it amusing that he’s the team’s last resort. First, Steve tried to get through to you. Steve is just too nice, he was never going to get anything out of you. Then, Sam tried to rationalize his way into your mind. Of course, that was about as effective as Steve’s good cop approach. Next, they sent in Agent Everett Ross. You have to admit, Ross was good. If you were going to tell any of them anything, it probably would’ve been him. He has that whole I’m-on-your-side-and-I-can-help-you thing down pat. But you were waiting to see if Bucky would take a shot at you. You wanted to see him. Now he stands before you, wearing one of his signature Henley tees and hiding that irresistible silver arm from you. “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” You tease.

            “I could, but where’s the fun in that?” He plays along, but he’s actively denying himself the pleasure of looking at you. He’s keeping his eyes down on his hands, where he’s using a small cloth to clean the crevices of his metal knuckles. You imagine he probably scuffed it up a bit during the scuffle earlier today. It took the entire GSG 9 team along with Steve, Bucky, and Sam to capture you and bring you here. You never were one to go down without a fight.

            “Why don’t you go ahead and ask your questions? Get them out of the way so we can get to the good part of all of this.” Your eyes are tracking every move he makes with his hands. You’re mesmerized but trying your best to focus on your goal.

            “And what’s the good part of all of this, sweetheart?” Fuck. He hasn’t called you a name like that since… Images of the last time you were together start flooding through your mind. Your memory is a blur of his hands on your hips, his lips against your ear as you sink down on his cock, and that stupid name rolling off of his tongue: sweetheart. As you’re lost in thought, Bucky’s taking the chance to look at you. You look just like you did the last time he saw you, barely two months ago. The only thing that’s different about your appearance now is the bruise over your left eye and the cut over your cheekbone. He finds himself wanting to severely injure whichever GSG 9 agent it was that laid hands on you hard enough to cause even those minor wounds, but he can’t think about that right now. He needs answers.

            “The good part will be the moment you realize you still need me, in about three minutes, give or take a few.” You say smugly, tilting your head to one side since it’s really the only move you can currently make. Bucky tsks, tucking the small cloth in the back pocket of his dark jeans before looking you dead in the eyes.

            “Why are you in Berlin?” He asks plainly. Wow, right to business then. You expected him to at least question what you meant when you said that he still needed you.

            “I needed to speak with an inmate at the Berlin Correctional Facility.” You answer honestly. He’s already gotten more info out of you than anyone else has today, but that’s all part of your plan.

            “Zemo.” Bucky says coolly. You nod slowly, awaiting Bucky’s next question. “What information does Zemo have that you’re interested in?”

            “He knows someone that has the ability to reverse the effects of the super soldier serum.”

            Your words send a blanket of silence throughout the surveillance room, as well as sending a new wave of realization rushing through Bucky’s mind. This is why you disappeared two months ago. All of those times you talked about wishing you’d never been injected with the serum, all of those hours that Bucky knew you spent researching and experimenting on your own blood samples looking for a way to reverse the effects, Bucky should’ve known. He should’ve known the day you disappeared from New York that you were simply continuing your efforts to get yourself back to normal. But, he never put two and two together. Instead, he believed it when he was told that you’d been compromised, that you’d gone dark and that the serum had likely brought the worst parts of you into the limelight. All of this time, everyone assumed you’d been working against SHIELD and the Avengers as a rogue agent. They were all dead wrong.

            “This is the part where you realize you need me.” You say with a smirk. “You need me because I’m the only one that’s ever wanted to reverse the effects of this serum, I’m the only one with the research and the leads that I have now. There are other super soldiers out there besides the three of us in here, and a lot of them do way more harm than good. If I can get to this guy that Zemo knows, we’ll have a chance at righting a few wrongs.”

            “Why should we trust you now? You’ve been gone for two months and you’ve left a trail of dead bodies and destruction everywhere that you’ve been.” Bucky’s eyes are narrowed at you now, analyzing every face you make and every word that leaves your lips.

            “I said you needed me. I didn’t say you had to trust me.”

---

            It’s a long three hours later when you’re finally set free from the uncomfortable glass chamber. Agent Ross insisted they keep you in magnetic handcuffs, though you think it’s more for his peace of mind than anything, because with a little effort and determination you think you could pretty easily get out of them. You sit in the backseat of a car with Steve on your left and Bucky on your right, his cold metal arm pressing against your side due to the lack of space the two giant men leave you. Agent Ross is driving while Nat sits in the passenger seat. Sam chose to fly ahead and scope out the safehouse you’re being taken to for the night. Since you’re still not trusted, they’ll be leaving you, Steve, and Bucky there overnight. They figured you wouldn’t be able to fight two super soldiers on your own, and even if you did manage to take them both down, there wouldn’t be anyone else around for you to possibly severely injure or leave dead on your way out.

            You fight the urge to be an annoying little shit for the duration of the car ride, and instead remain silent. You can be an annoying little shit once you’re locked in the safehouse for the night. The plan is to head over to the Berlin Correctional Facility first thing in the morning to meet with Zemo and find out what he knows. Until then, you’re going to be kept under the watchful eyes of Steve and Bucky. Steve isn’t feeling great about the plan at all. He’s the only one that knows you and Bucky have a bit of a past. He doesn’t even know what exactly that past is, but he’s always been able to sense the tension between you two. He sees the way Bucky looks at you like he’s both angry that you’d leave and angry that you didn’t invite him to run away with you. It almost makes him wonder if having Bucky here with you tonight is going to be more trouble than it’s worth. Maybe they should’ve had Nat stay instead.

---

            The safehouse is small as shit. There are exactly two bedrooms, not a single window in the whole place, and even the couch in the living room is only a two-seater. You’ve decided Berlin sucks. You had to fight Steve and Bucky just to be allowed to have a shower, with the two men only giving in if you agreed to leave the door open while they sat out of sight in the living room.

            As you’re in the shower, rinsing the soapy suds off of your skin, Bucky’s sitting next to Steve on the couch, actively trying not to think about how naked you are just down the hallway. He can’t seem to shake a specific memory that’s playing behind his eyelids every time he blinks. He had your front pressed up against one of the gym shower walls, fucking into you so slowly and silently that no one ever would’ve realized you were about to cum on his cock for the second time that day. God, you were always so pliant for him, so ready for his touch at any given time. He has to wonder if you’d still be that way after two months without him. Have you thought about him while you’ve been away?

            “Maybe you should go check on her.” Steve says to Bucky, tilting his head in the direction of the open bathroom door. You’ve been in there for almost twenty minutes now, when they originally gave you a ten-minute limit. There isn’t any way you could possibly escape through the bathroom walls, but they still don’t trust you to be alone and out of their sight for that long.

            “Why me?” Bucky asks, raising an eyebrow at Steve.

            “You know why.” Steve chuckles, hinting to Bucky that he knows there’s been something between you and him. Bucky shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he stands up and treks down the short hallway. You can hear his footsteps before he ever has a chance to say anything, and you quickly cut the running water off.

            “You’re really taking your time in here.” Bucky points out, stopping right outside of the bathroom door. He can see the reflection of the shower curtain in the bathroom mirror from where he’s standing. He only has a second to notice the way your towel is folded up on the bathroom sink, a good two steps away from the shower, before you pull the curtain open confidently. His eyes freeze on your naked reflection in the fogged up mirror and all of the blood in his veins reroutes straight to his cock. “What the hell are you doing?” He asks harshly, quickly stepping into the bathroom and throwing the door shut behind him. He sure as hell isn’t going to let Steve see you like this.

            “You said I had to leave the door open, I was just following orders. I can’t reach my towel from here.” You say innocently, pushing out your bottom lip in a fake pout. Bucky isn’t even facing you, he’s standing facing the bathroom sink and mirror, with his eyes shut tightly.

            “You’re so damn manipulative.” Bucky spits the words out through clenched teeth before grasping the towel in his right hand and tossing it over his shoulder to you. You towel yourself dry quickly before wrapping it around your figure and stepping out of the shower. The bathroom is so small that you have no choice other than to brush against Bucky’s back as you pull the curtain closed. He tenses up as soon as he feels how close you are to him.

            “Tell me something, Bucky.” You whisper. You let your fingers trail down his back lightly, surprised that he hasn’t turned around and shoved you away yet.  “You’ve missed me, haven’t you?”

            “Get dressed.” He says flatly, opening his eyes for a moment to verify that your clothes are still sitting on the other side of the bathroom sink.

            “No.” Your answer is defiant. You let your hand fall away from his back but you keep your eyes focused on his frame, on the way his shoulders are moving up and down with each heavy breath he takes. He’s trying to keep himself calm and composed. Knowing how easy it was to get him riled up back when the two of you messed around only makes this whole situation laughable. He already wants to fuck, and you’ve barely done anything.

            “Why are you making this so hard?” He questions, boldly turning around to face you in your towel-clad state.

            “What’s so hard?” The teasing lilt in your tone is driving him insane. He watches as you stand three inches in front of him, letting your eyes travel down his body to land right over his hard-on. His jeans can only do so much to hide it. “Oh, I see.” You laugh lightly, noting his boner. Bucky feels enraged. Enraged that you left two months ago, enraged that you never once tried to reach out to him or ask him for help with your little side mission, and especially enraged that you’re standing here right now teasing him, like you haven’t also been reliving your past sexual trysts with him. You want him as much as he wants you right now, and he can prove it. He will prove it.

            In one swift move, Bucky grabs your waist and spins you to the side, pinning your back against the bathroom door before sliding down to his knees in front of you. In another second, he’s tugging on the bottom of your towel, forcing it to unwrap from your figure and fall to the floor around your feet. When he has you fully naked for him, he looks up at you with his lust-blown eyes.

            “You’re going to be quiet for me.” There’s no hint of a question in his voice, and you can only nod in response. “Good girl.”

            Bucky nudges your knees apart with his hand before hitching your left leg up and over his shoulder. Shit. Is he really going to eat you out right here, with his best friend only a few feet away from the thin wooden door that your back is pressed against right now? You look down as Bucky leans forward and captures your clit in his mouth, licking and sucking on it with enough passion to make your head spin. Your back arches off of the door as your fingers card through his hair, pulling his face impossibly closer to your cunt. Any other time, Bucky probably would’ve pulled back and told you to be patient. But this time, he’s feeling every bit as impatient as you. So, he continues to work on your clit, circling the tip of his tongue around it just like he used to do when he wanted to drive you crazy in bed. His metal hand is gripping your ass while his flesh hand moves to join his mouth between your legs. He teases your entrance with a fingertip for a moment, and just as you’re about to beg for more, he plunges it into you up to the first joint. The moan that sneaks past your lips is a good bit louder than you expected it to be and Bucky pulls back abruptly, giving you a stern look and squeezing your ass with his metal hand.

            “What did I say?”

            “I’ll be quiet.” You promise, in a hushed tone. Bucky eyes you coldly for a second before nodding and putting his mouth right back where it belongs. He steals a look up at you to find you covering your mouth with one hand while the other hand is firmly rooted in his hair. You’re doing so fucking good for him. As a reward, he adds a second finger inside of you, alternating between thrusting them in as deep as they can go and then curling them against your walls.

            What you don’t expect is a third finger. When he adds a third finger inside of you, the stretch is a little too much to bear and you moan out louder than before. You expect him to stop, you expect him to pull back and tell you to shut the fuck up, but no. Even though Steve is now fully aware of what’s going on behind the closed bathroom door, Bucky doesn’t stop. Your moan and the fact that Steve knows you’re getting off right now spurs Bucky on so much so that he starts sucking on your clit like it’ll take him right back to two months ago when everything was perfect. He increases the pace of his fingers fucking in and out of your tight, wet cunt, absolutely loving the sounds your body is making. He’s committing those sounds to memory right there on the bathroom floor. A few seconds later, he feels the way your hips are bucking against his face and the way the walls of your pussy are repeatedly clenching around his fingers and he knows.

            “Bucky, I’m gonna cum.” You moan out. You’ve stopped caring that Steve can probably hear every bit of what’s happening right now. All you care about is your looming orgasm that’s being held hostage by the man between your legs. Bucky continues doing exactly what he’s doing, working your cunt just right until you finally tip over the edge, falling into perfect bliss over his mouth and fingers. He continues curling his fingers softly inside you and pressing his tongue against your clit as you lightly grind against it. When you finally still above him, he pulls back and sucks the taste of you off of his fingers.

            “That wasn’t quiet.” Bucky laughs, looking up at you with a mischievous smile painted across his features.

            “No, it wasn’t.” Steve’s slightly unsettled voice echoes from the living room down the hall.

            Oops.

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Damage Done

prompt: The Winter Soldier is activated and Bucky's lover is unlucky enough to be in proximity.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Widow!reader

fandom masterlist: Marvel

word count: 5.4k+

note: oh, wow, Cherry wrote Bucky NOT in a Mafia AU?

warnings: takes place during Civil War, absolutely no plot - author just doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. cursing, violence, established relationship, small angst, injury, blood, hurt and comfort, Winter Soldier antics, choking, abrupt ending, maybe domestic violence? it's the WS.

it's really not that bad, it's not terribly descriptive but still tread carefully if triggered by these topics.

"Keep them together," Agent Everett Ross commanded, a little man with a raging Napoleon Complex, gesturing at you and Bucky; the latter held in mobile, restrictive captivity. "He doesn't play nice if he doesn't see her, or so it's said," his eyes rolled.

"You're making a huge mistake!" You barked, struggling in the restraints they had you wrapped in.

"No, I don't think so," he sneered, approaching you as Bucky's unit kept moving. "I think the mistake was letting you out of anyone's sight. Tell me, how long have you been in cahoots with the Winter Soldier?"

"He's not the Winter Soldier anymore, you jackass, he's a person! A real, live human being! His name's James but he prefers Bucky! He likes plums," you were yanked away, still snarling, "his favorite color is blue, likes motorcycles, he has real guilt over his past transgressions, and you've got the wrong guy!"

"Oh, right, like you're the best judge of character," Ross laughed.

"Natasha! Nat! Fucking tell him!" You pleaded, struggling in the hold of the men who kept iron clad restraint on you and were starting to drag you away. "You've got the wrong guy! Bucky didn't do this! I wouldn't lie - not to you, Natasha! Tell him!"

"That's touching, really sweet," Ross mocked, rolling his eyes as you were finally overpowered and lead away.

"Hang on a second," Nat muttered, sharing a look with Tony. "Was her DNA or facial recognition anywhere at the UN? Anywhere near where the bomb was set off?"

"What's that matter - "

"Since they met, they've not parted ways," Nat spelled out. "He won't go anywhere without her - you, yourself, are keeping them together for interrogation - "

"It's just easier," Ross scoffed.

"No, you know..." She blinked in confusion, "You know, Bucky won't talk unless she's there - you know he'll be ten times as difficult if she's not in the room."

"So?"

"So, in the past two years, have you heard about him without her? Have you seen her without him?"

"Nobody's seen or heard from either of them," Ross shook his head.

"Exactly," she nodded, lungs tightening with nerves. "If you can't find evidence of her being in Vienna... Bucky might not be your guy... Besides, they're both trained to avoid cameras - "

"Mistakes are made," Ross waved off.

"Not by two highly trained assassins like them," she snapped. "Check the files, go back - look! Actually look, run her scans through facial recognition - if you don't find her, it wasn't Bucky."

"You're so sure?" Tony asked skeptically.

"I know her," Natasha nodded, "better than anyone. She's as good as my sister, she's as good as blood. I know her. I know she wouldn't run this risk - "

"Then you also know she wouldn't get caught," Ross laughed.

"Neither would Bucky."

The silence stretched, but Ross was stubborn; sneering at the Avengers and taking his leave with his own plan of action in mind. He left Tony and Natasha to deal with Sam and Steve as he went to observe the interrogation. When he got before the monitors, he watched as it took four different men to restrain you enough to hoist your locks up the wall until they were clicked in place by ultra-strength magnets.

You jostled, feeling the full extent of your containment, grunting when the pipe you were connected to shocked your entire system into submission. Everett Ross smirked at your pain; watching your tongue swipe over your teeth, arms high above your head, readjusting your weight in your feet, but otherwise, not moving.

Ross heard Bucky ask quietly, his eyes watching you carefully from inside the reinforced cell, "You okay, doll?"

"Looks like they learned from last time," you grit, the cuffs around your wrists electrified; charring your skin, making you grimace slightly in a veiled attempt to hide your pain from your lover.

"Don't fight, you'll make it worse," he advised softly, frowning, eyes glassy from restrained emotion.

"They could've at least put me in a bit more comfortable position," you sneered, glaring up at one of the cameras, shaking your head as if in disappointment.

"I don't think they want to play nice, sweetheart."

"Yeah, could've guessed that from when they arrested us," you shook your head, puckering your lips to gather the blood in your mouth; spitting it to the floor. "You good, baby?" You asked as the men who restrained you moved to plug in the power cell caging Bucky.

He nodded silently at you, bowing his head and letting his long locks curtain his face. You frowned, shifting again as you blindly felt your cuffs and designed a way to get free; watching the men stoically as they exited the room to make way for the psychologist. Your jaw clenched, the air smelling foul - alerting you that something wasn't quite right.

"Hello, Mr. Barnes," the accented man greeted casually, standing at a single table in front of Bucky, you off to the side; chains rattling as your defenses flared. The psychologist smirked and greeted you, too, assuring your real identity was known - something that Natasha released to the world about two years ago when HYDRA sent Bucky after Cap in DC. You didn't fault her, in fact, you respected her move, and after getting out of the blown-to-shit base, you had run into the Winter Soldier... Beginning your epic love story, both of you on the run from authorities and higher powers.

You smuggled Bucky out of the country, using fake aliases that had yet to see the light of day and therefor, wasn't released in the files Nat published during her takedown of the compromised S.H.I.E.L.D. agency. He was appreciative, pondering how he was meant to go forward in a world he didn't know; so, you agreed to stick around for a bit to help settle him, and that bit turned into a couple of years - the two of you inseparable.

There was an incident in London that almost exposed you, but instead, it just shined a light on your new partnership. Captain American, Nat, Sam, shit - even Tony Stark himself was unable to catch up; your trail going cold, Nat knowing your Widow training was running the show and keeping you safe. Granted, she probably could've unraveled the web you had weaved - but the truth was, she didn't want to. So, she kept quiet. Leading you all here...

"I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you both," the man you'd come to know as Helmut Zemo continued; playing his part very well, but not well enough to convince you of his innocence. Something about the man rubbed you the wrong way. "Do you mind if I sit?" He asked politely, feigning like you two had a choice. When he did, Zemo continued, "Your first name is James?"

He noted the way Bucky and you shared a look, both remaining silent. Zemo tried to assure, "I'm not here to judge you - either of you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?" Continued silence, your head subtly shaking - an act only Bucky clocked. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James."

"My name is Bucky," he croaked, your sigh echoing around the room.

"Hm," Zemo nodded, "I take it, she doesn't want you to talk?"

"She wants me safe," Bucky answered stiffly.

"That is admirable," the psychologist offered kindly, "a great display of love, is it not?"

"Jesus Christ," you shook your head, offering a glare, "you went through all that schooling to ask stupid fucking questions? Might wanna get your money back."

Zemo chuckled after humming, "I am merely trying to establish the connection you two share. I hear it is rare to find one without the other, that you two have become, uh, joined at the hip?"

"I protect her," Bucky offered, sharing a long look with you, "and she protects me."

"An equal partnership, would you say?"

"Yes."

"Buck," you warned, wrists twisting to hold the cuffs; being zapped, making your jaw clench and the veins in your neck to bulge.

"It's all right," his voice sounded like it was being put through a grater. "We're caught, doll, it's all right."

You huffed, eyeing Zemo as his eyes flickered between you two. He nodded, making a note in his little book, "I was warned that you would be unwilling to cooperate without her present. Why is that?"

"She keeps me safe."

Zemo hummed, "So you've said, and yet... Here you both are..." You were ready to lash out, but the doctor changed course, "Tell me, Bucky. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." Your restraints zapped you again when you jolted forward as if to physically silence Zemo, Bucky's head snapping over and his eyes drooping in sympathy. "Told you not to move, it'll only get worse," he told you softly.

"He's asking questions that will get him killed," you snarled, gritting your teeth as the electric currents seized most of your energy. But it was worth it, finding a little weak spot and letting your mind devise a specific plan.

"You fear," Zemo continued, "that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. I feel it is safe to assume, uh, your lady is privy to your past experiences? Perhaps, you two have shared a couple?"

"Just leave her out of this," Bucky pleaded.

"Don't worry," he assured you both, tapping something on his tablet before looking back at Bucky with a sick recognition. "We only have to talk about one. One mission... That I know you," he nodded at you, "were not present for."

"Kinda game you playin', Doc?" You sneered. "Think anything he says will change my opinion about him?"

"No, no, I know your relationship is too strong for that," Zemo smiled. "So, it's not so much what he will say... But what he will do..."

"The fuck does that - "

But then, the lights went out; darkening the room save for the lights individual to Bucky's holding cell. You perked up, the electric currents halting as the cuffs died with the power and gave you an opportunity to begin working on your escape. As red panic lights flickered, Bucky questioned, "What the hell is this?"

"Why don't we discuss your home?" Zemo offered. "Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no," he reached into his satchel, revealing a red notebook the world thought long lost... Buried in snow... Forgotten in time. "I mean, your real home," Zemo removed his glasses as you frantically started working.

"No, no, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey, don't - fuck!" You grit, trying harder to free yourself. "Bucky - Bucky, don't listen - ah, Goddamnit!"

The man you now understood to be a fake psychologist stood with a little flashlight, opening the red notebook, and began repeating words in Russian that would activate the decommissioned Winter Soldier. Bucky had told you all about these words, begging you to provide a shield against them should they ever be uttered again; but you had prior knowledge, the Winter Soldier someone you had been debriefed on during your time with other secret agencies.

"Longing."

"No," Bucky whispered, head tilting back in panic as he felt his stomach curl in a familiar pattern.

"Bucky - don't fucking listen, please!" You begged, still working to free yourself.

"Rusted."

"Stop," Bucky pleaded, sounding in pain.

"Don't do this!" You pleaded to Zemo. "You're fucking hurting him, please, stop!"

"Seventeen."

"Stop!" Bucky barked, his vibranium hand clenching in anger and pain; the entire arm whirring from the flex of his muscle. He began to pant, a deep growl emitting above your panicked whimpers.

"Daybreak!"

"You have no idea what you're doing!" You raged, Bucky screaming in pain as his mind was forcibly sunk back into dark recesses of his past. "Don't - Bucky, baby, listen to me - don't fucking listen to him, please, please, baby, don't do this!"

He screamed, breaking free of the iron restraints that kept him seated in the reinforced, mobile cell. "Furnace!" Zemo continued, ignoring the pain and panic you and Bucky were both thrown into.

"Fucking stop, please! You don't understand!" You begged, freeing one hand and working in vain to unlatch the other. Bucky was out of his seat, anger coursing like a palpable rain over you all - him screaming as his metal arm worked to pound into the strengthened glass surrounding him.

"Nine!"

"Bucky, please, baby, please, don't do this!" You tried a new tactic, hoping you were enough to cut through the brainwashing - but how silly to imagine. Decades of trauma was washing over Bucky again and your little words couldn't cut through the barricades of his mind.

"Benign!"

"You stupid fucking little man!"

Zemo rounded around the cell, Bucky still pounding away at the glass. "Homecoming! One!"

"DON'T!"

"Freight car!"

You whimpered in fear when Bucky punched the entire door off the hinges, freeing him at last; but the words were spoken, the damage done. He crouched on the floor, Zemo pausing to take in the sight, slowly approaching Bucky as he stood upright; the jangling of your chains louder and more frantic as you tried to free your last wrist.

"Jesus Christ," you whispered, trying to divide focus between the two tasks of freeing yourself and protecting Bucky - but being terribly unsuccessful as you watched Zemo stand in front of your dead-eyed boyfriend.

What a ridiculous, mundane label to assign someone like Bucky.

In Russian, Zemo questioned, "Soldier?"

And in Russian, the man you loved answered, "Ready to comply."

Zemo demanded in English, "Mission report. December 16, 1991."

You whimpered in fear, listening to Bucky give the report that would haunt you for years to come. Just as he finished, you managed to get out of the cuffs, but the clanging of your freed restraints caught Zemo's attention - who smirked with abundant cruelty. "Don't," you warned, backing out of the room just as officers began to flood it.

It was a brutal fight, trying to stave off Bucky once in his Winter Soldier mindset. You grunted as he engaged you, men dead at your feet - the lucky ones just knocked out. You grit your teeth, trying to defend yourself as Bucky operated mechanically; doing what you could to protect yourself, but it wasn't enough.

Blows landed, punching and kicking one another in an equal match of strength and stamina.

"Seize her," Zemo demanded, and in the next moment, Bucky had you by the neck; an effort that made you wheeze and claw at his bionic hand.

"Bucky," you begged. "Baby - baby - it's me, it's me, please, don't, it's me! Don't do this, baby, please, come back to me. Come back!" You struggled in his grip, trying to pry his hand open, "Baby, please, please, come back to me," spit drooled from your lips as he squeezed tighter. "This isn't you!" You managed to squeeze out, tears surfacing. "Not anymore, don't let them win!"

"Shut her up, Solider," Zemo commanded in Russian, your eyes widening and trying to beg Bucky again before he was sending you into a wall. He marched up to you, grabbing your hair, and surging his balled up metal fist directly into the bridge of your nose, breaking it, head jolting backwards, and effectively knocking you out.

When you came back into consciousness, it was to Steve's worried face; his hands caressing your cheeks and begging, "You all right?"

"Fucking hell," you winced, reaching up to prod the tender spot on your head; revealing blood.

"Got your ass kicked, huh?" He frowned.

"Watch your language, Cap," you smirked, wincing when your face throbbed. "Shit, how bad is it?"

He looked you over, offering, "Definitely a broken nose."

"Goddamnit - where is he? Where's Bucky?"

"Help me," a voice pleaded from the next room, Zemo playing his part by splaying out on the floor like bait.

"Don't trust him, something ain't right about him, Steve," you whispered, waving him on as you sluggishly hoisted yourself up the wall to lean against it. "Kept asking about Siberia, asking about shit nobody should actually know."

"Get yourself safe," Steve told you swiftly, nodding at Sam; who was checking on the status of the other bodies around you.

"Just find him, Steve, he's lost in his own mind - a threat to himself," you panted, slowly standing.

"I know - "

"You don't know," you shook your head, wiping a trickle of blood from your temple, "but you're gonna have to do more than understand him right now, Steve."

"I've got this," he promised, watching you nod and limp away. You had just missed the action, Bucky overpowering both Sam and Steve; getting to a safety landing and running into Natasha, Tony, and Agent Sharon Carter.

"We'll hash our bullshit out later," you panted, "but for now - "

You heard a commotion behind you, flinching out of sight when Bucky made himself known and began taking down rogue agents unlucky enough to stand before the Winter Soldier.

"He have an off switch?" Nat asked.

"Not that I've found," you frowned. "Split up."

Tony tried to engage Bucky first, using a mobile Iron Man device he wore on his wrist that used sonics to disorient Bucky. It only worked to a small extent, the two exchanging a few blows, Bucky firing a bullet at Tony's face at pointblank range that was saved by his technologically advanced glasses. Bucky got the upper hand, sending Tony flying back, letting Sharon and Nat attack.

He disposed of them both easily, stumbling when you caught him off guard and wrapped your legs around him. Normally, you'd do anything to have your legs around him - but this wasn't one of those times. You exchanged several punches, blocking one another, going for disarming hits but being of equal challenge; leaving small cuts and blooming bruises on each other as if to prove the engagement. Natasha rejoined the fight, two Widows showing Bucky up on a few instances, but he was heaving her across the room as you swung onto his shoulders in an impressive acrobatic move.

You heaved your fists down in a repeated fashion on the top of his head, Bucky charging at one of the cafe tables; slamming you down and choking you again with his metal hand. Both your hands held his, legs up around his neck to try to keep him at a distance for relief on your windpipe.

Through a strangled breath, you managed, "You could at least recognize me!"

"Who said I don't?" He growled, reaching out to snap a piece of wood from a chair.

You tried to regain normal breath, wheezing, "This isn't you, baby, you are not this person anymore - you're not a psychotic, robot killer! You're a man - please!"

"You don't know a damn thing about me," he seethed.

"I know everything about you," you strangled, "and I know this isn't you. Come back to me, baby, please! Y-You can't let the demons win, Buck, please - fucking listen to me!" But he only raised the wooden shaft above his head. "BUCKY, DON'T!"

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

You cried out shrilly when he jabbed the sharp wood into your shoulder, staking you to the table just as King T'Challa rushed onto the scene and stole your brainwashed boyfriend's attention. You hissed in pain, trying to yank the wood free but being unsuccessful; resulting in blood to splatter onto the tiled floor.

Hearing someone pant your name, you caught a glimpse of red and knew it was Nat, her face worried over yours a moment later. "Where's Bucky?" You coughed and winced in pain.

"Goin' up by the looks of it," she informed, "now hang on, this is gonna hurt. Want a belt to bite?"

"No, just do it, get it done, please," you panted, bracing yourself, and suddenly, without warning, your companion heaved the piercing shaft free from your flesh. Naturally, you cried out, groaning and clenching your jaw so tight, it nearly crushed your teeth into dust.

"Hey, you seen..." Sam arrived on scene, taking in your injury, "Holy shit, you good?"

"Yeah," you grunted, stumbling to your feet as blood bloomed into a bigger, brighter blemish on your tactical shirt. "We gotta go, Sam, we should get outta here."

"Hang on," Nat paused you two, your opposite hand holding your wound; her hands occupied by a smart device, "looks like Bucky tried to highjack a helicopter. Steve stopped him, but it resulted in them all crashing in the river."

"Shit," Sam breathed. "We gotta go find them."

"We need to get outta here, you know, away from the cops and agents," your head shook. "Get somewhere safe, away from this catastrophe. We'll regroup with Steve."

"Go," Nat permitted, "I won't say a word."

"You're one of a kind, Nat," you praised, pecking her cheek. "Let's go, Sam. And grab that First Aid kit," you pointed to the wall where the white box was mounted. He agreed and you lead the way out of the facility.

Bucky groaned as he woke up, head lulling back before realizing he couldn't move his metal arm; finding it clamped in industrial weights. Sam called you both to attention, but while Steve jogged over, you remained in your place out of sheer distress.

You only vaguely listened to the conversation, hands trembling as your shoulder was bandaged to prevent further injury or infection. You did what you could to patch up any injury, and when you heard your name, you dialed in; Bucky asking, "Where is she? Is she okay?"

"You don't remember?" Sam sneered.

"No..."

"You stabbed her," the Falcon growled.

"What? N-No, I-I-I couldn't've - I wouldn't!"

"You did," Steve confirmed, pity coloring his words. "Punched her out pretty well, choked her, too. Broke her nose..."

"Please - Steve, please, tell me I didn't."

"I'm sorry, Buck."

"That why she's not here? She's in a hospital?"

"Actually, no," Sam trailed, "she's just in the other room."

"She didn't want to come here?"

Steve sighed as Sam informed, "Don't think she wants to see you right now, man."

"I didn't mean to hurt her."

"We know," Steve swiftly promised, nodding his head. "She knows it, too, you just have to give her some time."

Bucky looked utterly defeated, murmuring, "I scared her. Oh, my God, I scared her..."

"Gotta agree with you there."

"Sam," Steve reprimanded. "Look, Buck, she'll come around."

You waited until the two men left Bucky alone to regroup and stratify a new course of action. Slowly and almost sheepishly, you entered where Bucky was being kept, steps silent but he heard you anyways. His blue eyes flashed in concern as he met your gaze, mouth opening and closing as if words failed him.

"Doll," he finally breathed, "a-are you all right?"

"I'm okay."

"Don't bullshit me, how hard did I hit you? Steve said I broke your nose, I-I'm so sorry, doll, please believe me. What'd I do to your shoulder? Is that where I stabbed you?"

"Buck," you sighed, slowly squatting in front of him, "I need you to take a breath and know that I understand you were not in your right state of mind. You were forcibly triggered and sent back into that way of thinking, I know it wasn't you."

"I still hurt you, I still did it."

"Did you, though?" Your head cocked, eyes narrowing slightly, "Because I know my Bucky wouldn't hurt me, would never dare lay a hand on me - but the Winter Solider is a different story. You didn't do this, Buck, you weren't you."

"I can smell the fear on you."

"Well, yeah, it fuckin' scared me. I tried to stop that fake doctor, I tried to help, tried to save you and keep your safe. I'm sorry I was too slow, that I failed."

"You didn't fail anything, sweetheart... I-I failed you, I broke my promise to never hurt you."

"No, you didn't. The Winter Solider did all that, not my Bucky."

He frowned, repeating to ask softly, "Your Bucky?"

"My Bucky - the kind, charismatic, impossibly stubborn, kind hearted man I've loved the past couple of years who always gives me the crispiest fries, who has nightmares, who loves me unconditionally despite what I, too, have done in my past. And you know what I was doing out there while Sam and Steve talked to you?"

"What's that, doll?"

"Understanding that loving someone means loving their flaws, accepting them exactly as they are. So, while, yes, the Winter Solider scares the fuck outta me, he's still part of you and I can't authentically love you if I reject the Soldier."

His head shook "Your kindness is wasted on me."

"I think you should let me decide what's a waste and what's not when it comes to my own energy and emotion."

"I'm just gonna end up hurting you again. You're better off without me, baby, you and I both know you're better off keeping your distance. You should get out now while you still can."

"Not gonna happen. 'Cause you know what else I realized?" You reached up to caress his cheek, "I trust you beyond reasonable doubt, I trust you even if I'm afraid of the Winter Solider. I should've been faster, I should've helped you more, but I was powerless against that red notebook."

"You and I, both..."

You pet the cheek you were holding. "Buck, I know it was scary, I know how it must've felt being forced back into that mindset, but I want you to know that I'm in this for the long haul - you're not gonna scare me off. Because I love you, Bucky, and every single part of you - whether choking me out or not. Whether I earn a broken nose or not."

"I'm so sorry. I-I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry, I hate that I hurt you. I'm so sorry, baby, I can't - I can't even put it in words how much I regret putting you in that position."

You smirked, "See? The Winter Soldier has no remorse, but my Bucky does." You gingerly reached out to curl his hair behind his ear. "My Bucky apologizes and takes accountability. There's no reason to not love that man - especially when he deserves it so much. Hey? Hear me? You deserve to be loved, too, Buck."

"And you deserve a man who doesn't run the risk of being turned into a psycho killing machine over a few measly words."

"I deserve to love my best friend, so let me do that. Say whatever you want, try to push me away - but I'm like a boomerang, baby, I'll just come right back."

"What kinda man puts his best girl in that kinda position? Who hurts the most important person in his life?"

"A man who endured decades of abuse," you laid your hands on either of his thighs, "a man who wasn't allowed control of his own mind. I can't - no, no, I won't fault you for that, Buck. Today wasn't your fault and I'll remind you of that as often as it takes. Don't you dare feel guilty because you didn't do this to me, okay? You didn't put me in any position - that fake fucking doctor did this, Agent Ross did this, special ops put us here. You, my sweet boy, didn't do anything to be at fault. You were trapped, but look at you now - freed, level headed, talking to me."

His eyes gleamed with a sheen of emotion, staring at the bloodied bandage wrapping your shoulder wound before his eyes danced over the bruising and other aftermath of your injuries. "I could've killed you," he muttered, tears filling his eyes.

"But you didn't - and surprisingly, neither did the Winter Soldier. Maybe there was a part of you still alive, wanting to refuse orders and not actually hurt me."

"Perhaps," he frowned. "I'm still so sorry, doll, I hate that I did this to you. It never should've happened."

Your head nodded, "I know, baby, and listen - I forgive you. Yeah? Hear me? I forgive you, this is in the past."

"Are you sure about me? You sure you wanna do this? Knowing I could flip a switch and hurt you - maybe even worse than today?"

"I'm sure about you, Buck," you agreed. "I don't wanna be without you, so, sign me up for whatever's to come."

"You might regret that."

"The only thing I could ever regret is abandoning you. I don't want to do this without you - I love our life together. In any world, in any lifetime, I'd still choose you. There's nothing that would make me regret you - regret being with you."

"You sure? I don't want to make you do anything out of your comfort."

"I love you, Bucky, yes, I'm sure. No matter what damage you think you might've caused, whatever damage has been done, I promise, that's not the truth. There's nothing about you that I could regret."

"Well, all that's left now is to get to Siberia, stop the other Winter Soldiers."

"And figure out a way to free your mind once and for all... It's what you deserve," you told him softly, rocking to your knees to meet his forehead with yours and caressing his cheek again. When you heard approaching footsteps, you sighed and pulled away from him to stand and turn, spying Sam and Steve. "C'mon, Cap, get him outta this. He's not gonna attack anyone," you requested, gesturing where your boyfriend was trapped.

"You sure?" Sam asked stiffly. "He did a real number on you alone. Not to mention all the other agents and cops he took out back there."

"He's good," you snapped, perking your brows at Steve, "and you two would do well not to throw what happened in his face, it wasn't his fault. So c'mon, free him, he's not a wild animal."

Steve agreed and lifted the machinery from Bucky's prosthetic, him instantly snatching it back and massaging where the joint met metal. Bucky stood with a set stare at Sam and Steve, as if anticipating them to lunge at him. His throat constricted, swelled with emotion when you stepped in front of him - posing barrier between the two Avengers and himself.

"You still got that phone on you?" Steve asked you softly.

"I do."

"Is it still unregistered?"

"You know it is. Who're we calling?"

"Reinforcements. We're gonna need help now that the Avengers will be looking for us. We gotta get to Siberia."

"Here," you agreed, unlocking the device and handing it over. "Who's first on your list?"

"Any Avenger who didn't sign the Sokovia Accords."

When he walked away with Sam again, you turned to face your lover directly; staring into swirling storms of baby blues. "You still with me?" You asked softly, reaching up to caress his hair again to push it behind his ear.

"Always. Got my six?"

"You know I do, baby," you smirked, stepping into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. "We'll figure this out, together."

"Together," he agreed, sighing deeply and returning your embrace tightly. His flesh hand rose to hold the back of your head, bringing his lips down to lay a chaste kiss on the top of your head. His voice rattled quietly, "Thank you..."

"Hmm? For what, handsome?"

"Believing in me. It's nice to think we can end this torment."

You smiled up at him, "You deserve freedom, Bucky, and to live without this haunting fear."

"I don't know about 'deserving' it, sweetheart. Done a lot of things that would argue against that."

"Maybe against the Winter Soldier, but Bucky deserves the world. Deserves kindness, accommodation, love and understanding. Now," you smirked and sniffled, giving his waist another squeeze before releasing and pulling back, "get your head outta this pit and focus, we've got a long day ahead of us."

He agreed, letting you take his hand and lace fleshy fingers together in a tether. Sam's face remained stoic and passive, but when Steve saw you two, he couldn't help but smile. Two years he hunted for Bucky and just today, he's learned his best friend's been shacked up with you - a warmth blooming in his chest over the idea of you two finding one another and loving each other.

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Fluff Headcanons 🥰| Everett Ross

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Just some random fluffy headcanons for our favorite CIA agent being domestic;

Ross is a romantic, but likes to keep that side of him private and only reserved for you. His love language would be quality time or acts of service both giving and receiving.

Expect your lunch to be packed every morning with a cute note telling you to have a great day and that he loves you. Sometimes if he’s feeling cheeky they will be flirty but overall his notes are pg.

Everett knows how you like your coffee/tea/smoothie (whatever you really prefer). Not only has he taught himself how to perfect making it, but also orders it the correct way whenever he goes to a cafe to pick you one if you ask him too. “Perfect as always, my love.”

When getting dressed in the morning, Everett let’s you pick out his tie or full suit. Sometimes you do it the night before but if you forget then you’ll pick out one in a hurry. Thankfully it’s always matching and Everett will gaze lovingly at you while you fix his tie. “Stop starting at me like that.” “But you’re just so beautiful, darling.”

He makes it his mission to take you on a date at least every week or make it up with two in one week if he’s unable to. Work can get crazy and sometimes go overtime, but Ross will still try to get off at a reasonable hour to take you out. Sometimes it’s to dinner, or a movie, maybe even the beach if the weather. It’s always worth seeing your awe expression and being able to have a good time away from the chaos of everyday life.

Believe it or not, Everett is a concert goer. He loves music and it’s one of the reasons you two got together was your shared love of it. Being so close to D.C you guys get some big acts so expect Everett to randomly come up to you and say, “(insert artist/group) is playing next month. You in?” “Do you even have to ask, silver-fox?”

You guys own a dog and a cat. Adopting them both at the shelter together the animals are very close yet break out into sibling fights all the time. Your dog tends to lean toward Ev while the cat takes a liking to you. You two will go to sleep on the bed snuggled up, just the two of you, but wake up with your cat nestled on top of your pillow and your dog squeezed between you two with their head tucked in Ev’s bicep.

You guys love to watch shows together, and often reserve days off dedicated to binge watching them. You guys got through the entirety of Game of Thrones (screw season 8), the Sopranos, The Crown, Stranger Things (which Ev loved cause his childhood was in the 80s), and caught up on Abbott Elementary. Then if it’s a show where you have to sit down every weekend for a new episode—you guys are currently on Yellowstone Sunday’s—then you two will grab take out, wine, and blankets before snuggling up on the couch to tune in. “This season is gonna be insane with John as governor.” “Yeah, Market Equities is for sure gonna be pissed and start some shit.”

At the end of every year, you guys donate to shelters and the Salvation Army with canned goods, clothing you no longer wear, books & store bought necessities you accumulated for the donation. Ev will often call before hand to let them know you guys will be coming, and after so many years the workers have become your friends—they are so grateful for you two that they often wonder what makes you continue which you always say, “there’s so much evil and wrong doing we see every day, it feels good to do something right. There are people who need these things more than us.”

His phone contact name for you is “My world 🌎🤍” with a photo of you sticking your tongue out to the camera. The ringtone for when you call him is “Lover,” by Taylor Swift. For him, you put his name as “Pretty Boy ❤️‍🔥🧸” with his photo being a picture of him in a tux when y’all went to a banquet and he’s adjusting the cuff of his wrist. The song you chose to blast when he calls is, “Pour Some Sugar On Me,” by Def Leppard.

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Forbidden | Everett Ross

SUMMARY: You are Wanda's little sister, you take an interest in Everett Ross when he visits Stark Tower to convince the Avengers to sign the Accords. You develop a crush on Agent Ross and a hurt when he ignores you. Eventually he realizes that he misses you and decides to give it a shot. But you'll have to prove to your sister that the relationship is everything to you.

PAIRINGS: Everett Ross x Reader

REQUESTED BY: Anonymous (through Wattpad on Eye Of The Flames)

CONTENT WARNING: SFW, Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns, angst, fluff

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoy this. This is cross-posted from Wattpad onto here. More one shots to come!

WORD COUNT: 3.0K Words

You walked with Wanda, your older sister. The two of you were walking through Stark Tower as Tony had called you all for a meeting. You weren't quite sure why the meeting had even been called in the first place. It shouldn't have been to go over a mission as there weren't any new ones yet. So you were just a tad curious about this meeting and what was going to be discussed. Upon arriving into the room you noticed a man standing near Tony. He was someone you had never seen before in the Tower, so you were curious as to who the man was.

His hair was mostly grey, but that was something you didn't mind so much. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, something you had taken notice of quickly. You couldn't help the smirk that washed onto your lips as you continued to stare at Everett Ross. But your staring was cut short when the rest of the team had arrived into the room you had been sitting in. Tony walked to the front, his eyes scanning everyone in the room.

"Thank you all for coming, this is Agent Everett Ross. He is here to discuss something with us." Tony explained to the team. He moved to the side sitting down near Natasha while Everett Ross walked to the front of the room. Now that you knew his name your interest in him had spiked slightly.

"Hello, thank you Mr. Stark for calling everyone here." Ross spoke, briefly looking over at Tony.

"No problem." Tony mumbled.

It was clear to you that Tony would rather be anywhere but here. And honestly you had to agree with him. However the only reason you were staying for the most part was because she wanted to truly see for yourself what Everett Ross had to say to everyone. The man stood at the center of the room, all eyes were on him. He wasn't nervous so much, having to talk in front of people had become a regular part of his job. But the second he looked at you, something shifted and it was almost enough to make him nervous.

"Good afternoon everyone. I'm here on behalf of the United Nations to discuss legal documents known as the Accords." Ross began to explain as he placed his hand down on the document and slid it towards Steve Rogers who was closest to him.

You started to wonder why all of a sudden something like this was coming about, had they done something wrong as the Avengers? You knew what had happened in Sokovia, but you weren't familiar with much else. And as for the mission you and the others had been on, nothing damaging had happened, so what was the need. You leaned forward in your chair looking at the documents as Steve opened it to at least read the first few pages if that.

"What is this about?" You asked, your eyes landing back on Ross who in turn looked at you. It was clear that he had been expecting that question but he didn't expect it to be asked by you.

Ross released a puff of air, briefly looking back at Tony who was staring at his team. "The United Nations would like to have better supervision over your team, they would like to decide the places where you go and make sure that there isn't much damage to follow."

You seemed to wince at the words that fell from his mouth. Did the people really not trust any of you enough to protect them? Just because you had powers didn't mean that you were willing to hand everything over and let them dictate where you would go. And you knew that most of the team seemed to feel the same about it. Tony stands up from his chair and walks towards Ross patting his back.

"Great. Thanks for stopping by, we'll look it over and discuss everything." Tony paused, and the called out your name. You gave the man your full attention, pulling your eyes away from the documents. "Will you escort Ross out?" Tony questioned you.

"Sure." Ross looked at you as your response left your lips. You stand up from your chair, briefly squeezing your sister's shoulder before walking towards the glass doors. "You coming or not Agent Ross?" You questioned.

He shook his hand with Tony and walked around, however he turned back around to look at them. "I personally don't think it's worth it to sign these, but just know that I'll be coming back to check in every once in a while regardless of if you sign the papers."

You opened the glass door and held onto it as Ross passed you by. Eventually you followed behind him leading him to the elevator that would take you down to the bottom of Stark Tower where Ross' car had been waiting for him. Once the two of you made it into the elevator you pressed the lobby button. The first few seconds seemed to be as quiet as it could be, and you didn't like that.

"Do you like your job, Agent Ross?" You questioned, breaking the silence that had been evident in the elevator. He turned his head slightly to look at you but you weren't keeping any eye contact with him whatsoever.

"It varies from time to time, but I don't think I would trade it for anything." Ross' answer seemed to be honest as far as you could tell. "What about you? Do you like being a hero?"

The question had thrown you off, it was something you had never been asked before. You had kind of been forced into this life of being a hero. Your older siblings had picked the wrong side, one you didn't want to be a part of and you were still trying to make amends with what had happened. You were still trying to figure out how to move on without Pietro with you and Wanda.

Sure you loved your powers and you loved that you had found people who understood you and helped you to be better than you were, but if you could've chosen something different you most likely would've. But that being said, you liked being able to save those from threats who wanted nothing but chaos and destruction.

"I think I'm still trying to figure myself out, I followed behind Wanda and Pietro because they were the only family I had left. And while I regret my actions from the past I don't regret how I got here and the fact that I can help save people who can't protect themselves, even if they might see me as a monster."

Your answer was the most honest it had been, and Ross was the first person you had truly shared that with. Your sister didn't know the extent of the things that you battled considering that she had still by learning to move on without Pietro. Your words continued to fly around Ross' head as the elevator doors opened. He stepped out and you held the doors open so they wouldn't close.

"Not everyone will see you as a monster, you have to believe that." Ross' voice was soft as he spoke those words.

"I know, but some will and I can't change their mind no matter what I try to do to convince them otherwise." You paused, looking at the floor for only a brief moment before your eyes found their way back to Ross. "I should get back to voice my opinion about the documents even though I'm sure they know where I stand."

"Have a good day." Ross sends you a nod and you. pressed the up button. You were left alone with your thoughts, but the one thing that kept running through your mind was Ross. The way he looked, the way he talked, the way he stood, the grey hair, all of it was something you liked and you couldn't help the crush that was starting to form.

When the elevator dinged, you exited out and walked back to the room where everyone was still sitting, but now they were discussing what Ross had left them. You didn't need to read any of the documents, your mind was already made up. You also knew where your sister would stand and you had a feeling that the others were feeling the same way.

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In the following weeks since Tony and Steve had turned down the documents, not agreeing to sign them but agreeing to different terms instead. Ross had come back a few days later to talk to everyone, get to know them, see what everyone was like. You had enjoyed the time you had been spending with Ross even if you weren't sure how it would end. Whenever he would arrive there you were always right there to greet him.

Ross didn't understand it, he didn't understand why you were always trying to talk to him. Your crush was becoming stronger the more he showed up and the more you tried to spend time with him. Currently it had been a few days since Ross had stopped at Stark Tower to see everyone, he was currently looking for you. Ross had been trying his hardest to avoid you, to stop thinking about you and how clingy you had gotten to him.

No matter what he did you would not leave his mind, even when he wouldn't stop by Stark Tower. You were currently in the pool room swimming laps. Compared to where you had been a year ago things were looking up for you including getting better at swimming. It became a side hobby for you when you needed to clear your mind of thoughts. It worked because you had to focus on swimming rather than what truly plagued your mind.

When you made it to the one end of the pull you pushed off the wall and swam further underneath the water. You stayed under, until you eventually came to the center of the pool. From there you swam to the bottom of the pool and stayed there the best you could. Ross had pulled the door open as that's where he had been told you would most likely be. When you opened your eyes you looked through the water to see a blur of a figure.

Adjusting yourself in the water you pushed off the ground level of the pull towards the surface. When your head popped up from the water there stood Everett Ross, the man of the hour who had been avoiding you for the last several days. He had his hands crossed on his chest as he continued to stare down. You lifted your hands moving them through your wet locks. Then you moved over to the ladder climbing up it and walking over to the table.

"If you're just going to avoid me some more I don't want to hear whatever is going to come out of your mouth." You snapped, though it wasn't in much of an angry tone, rather an annoyed tone. Something Ross had picked up as he turned back around to look at you. He watched from the edge of the pool as you eventually grabbed your water bottle and took a gulp of it.

"I'm not here to avoid you," his voice was soft, probably the softest it had been since you had meant him all those weeks ago.

"Then why are you here, if you don't want to avoid me?" You moved over to the edge of the pool and sat down, throwing your legs back in it. If you needed to make an escape from the conversation you were going to do it by jumping into the pool. Everett took his shoes off and rolled his pants off and then sat down next to you. Your eyes are on him watching the way he holds himself together.

"I wanted to apologize for the way I've been treating you. You don't deserve that, especially from me." You were swooning by the apology, but only on the inside, on the outside you still looked as stern as ever.

"You're right, I don't. But here we are." You regretted saying that after it left your lips. You could see the somewhat hurt expression on Everett's face but he quickly replaced it with a hopeful one.

"I took some time to think about what I wanted, and what I needed and I thought I needed to be away from you. I thought we'd both be better if I put the distance between us. But I can't lie about the things that I feel for you. We've only known each other for weeks, and I guess in a way I'm scared. My last relationship wasn't the greatest and I really don't want to mess anything up with you because I do like you."

"What exactly are you saying then, other than the fact that you like me?" Your stern look had been replaced with a soft one. You needed to hear the words come from his mouth.

"If you'll let me, I'd like to start dating. I have a few date ideas that I think you'll like. I know that I want this and I know you do too." He was right, you did want it. You wanted so badly to be in a relationship with him.

"Okay. But you have to do something for me first." There was a mischievous look on your face as you continued to stare at Everett. He could read the look on your face but didn't know what you had in store for him.

"What is it?" Everett questioned you.

You leaned forward lifting your hands, and with all your strength you pushed him into the pool. He was submerged into the water, clothes becoming wet when they came in contact with the water. You couldn't help but laugh, eventually you jumped in after him and swam over to him wrapping your arms around his torso.

"Thank you." You whispered, as you placed your head on his chest. Everett leaned down and placed a kiss on top of your wet hair, you could feel the smile that was on his lips as he held onto you.

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You and Everett had been keeping your relationship a secret mostly because you didn't know how Wanda would react if you were dating someone, let alone someone who was half your age. But he made you happy and you made him happy. In the months since you had started dating Everett, he was over at Stark Tower a lot more. And the team was starting to pick up on it including Wanda. Currently you were in your room, Everett was holding onto your sleeping form.

A movie was on but it had long been forgotten, you had your legs entwined with Everett and your arm wrapped around his torso, while your head rested on his chest. He had his arms wrapped around you so he could hold you close to him. Everything was perfect and exactly where you needed it to be. Where you had always wanted to be. You felt safe and sound in the arms of the man you loved.

The door to your room started to open, and panic consumed Everett as he shook you awake. You groaned, not wanting to wake up from your sleep.

"I think your sister's coming into your room." Everett's words ran through your ears and it caused your eyes to pop open. But it was already too late for the both of you. The door was wide open and you could see the pure shock and confusion resting on Wanda's face. Eventually it was replaced with angry which wasn't a good sign.

"Wanda, I can explain. Please, let me explain." You climbed out of your bed trying to hold your sister back.

"What are you doing here? She's my little sister!" Wanda's words ran through your ears, she pushed you off herself and tried to get over to Ross who had now climbed out of the bed.

"Wanda, please stop. Let's talk about this." You tried to grab a hold of your sister while Everett talked to her.

"Wanda, please." You cried out, your voice cracking slightly. She looked back at you, hearing the sound in your voice. She had only heard it a handful of times so hearing it now was throwing her completely off.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Wanda asks as she walks over to you.

"Because I knew you would react this way. You and Pietro have always been so protective over me, and I get it but I can handle myself too you know." You felt like you were going to break down and cry, but you were standing your ground in front of your sister. You needed to do that much.

"I'm sorry. You're the only family I have left."

"I know that, but I promise you that Everett isn't going to hurt me. He's the first one to understand me other than you." You were staring at your sister as she looked at you and then at Ross who was waiting to move over to you and comfort you. Wanda sighed heavily, nodding her head to Ross. He took that as a sign and quickly made his way over to you wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

"I mean this when I say it Wanda, I don't ever plan to hurt your sister. I love her, and I would never betray that love for anything."

His words rocked you to the core, Everett Ross had just admitted to loving you. The smile that fell onto your lips was enough conformation to Wanda that you felt the same way. She could see it in your eyes as well. The way that lit up, and now that she thought about it there had been a change in you since the first time you had met Everett.

"Okay, but if you hurt my sister's feelings in any way shape or form, I'm coming for you Ross."

"Understood, but I don't plan to." You smiled and turned towards Everett, placing your lips on him and kissing him softly.

#marvel #the avengers #wanda maximilf #tony stark #everett ross #reader insert #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #everett ross x reader

[sunshinescribes]

Pretend That You Love Me - 2

Part 2 of Continuum

Pairing: Namor x Black Fem!Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT

The gods are angry today.

It’s the only thing you can think of as you make your way through the sprawling halls of the royal palace, nestled in the heart of Birnin Zana—the Golden City. You take tentative steps, counting down the seconds until your appearance is considered overdue.

You had been sprawled out in bed, scrolling through reports shared with you by a trusted American agent—Everett Ross, as your kimoyo beads buzzed. You tapped the blinking bead instinctively, and an image of your king flashed before you.

You sat up in bed, bashfully muttering your apologies.

If M’Baku was insulted, he made no point of letting you know. His expression was wary as he regarded you.

“I request your appearance at the royal palace.”

You nodded, lifting from your bed. “Did the meeting with the Talokanil go well?”

You shifted through your room in search of an appropriate outfit to wear, attempting to distract yourself from the thought of Namor and his temporary presence in the Golden City.

It had been a month since you had last seen him. A blessing, even if your heart opposed the fact. The more time you two spent apart the better. It helped you to remember your place—of your duty to your country and the throne. Namor didn’t fit in that equation, no matter how much you silently wished that he could.

“Our guests are still here.”

You stopped short, turning towards the holographic image of your king with furrowed brows.

“I don’t understand.”

M’Baku sighed, his fingers threading through his thick beard. He looked tired, and sounded even more so. “Your knowledge of the CIA situation is needed.”

You blinked down at M’Baku, before nodding your understanding. He tipped his head in a silent farewell before the hologram faded with a sigh.

You cursed your misfortune. You had stopped appearing at the meetings months ago, assuring your king that council from the elders was enough, and that your skills would be better served keeping tabs on the CIA and their newest exploits. M’Baku had been reluctant to agree, but ultimately allowed you to do as you pleased so long as you appeared when he called.

The diplomatic meetings had become harder to sit through with the presence of a certain Talokanil king who often sat across from you. Namor’s eyes occasionally found yours, and his lips would curl in a knowing smile. Images of you breathless beneath him flashed through your mind, drowning out the vital information that was spoken between both rulers.

He was too much of a distraction, so you had done the necessary thing…to little avail.

You pulled at the sleeve of your fitted dress, trying so desperately to ground yourself as you pushed through the royal palace. It would be quick—hell, you wouldn’t even look at Namor. You would present your findings quickly, answer any questions that arose, and excuse yourself. Simple.

You continued down the hall, nearly to the throne room when you felt someone at your side. You turned, earning a nervous smile from the man beside you. T’Kawe.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.

You smiled back at him.

“You didn’t.”

T’Kawe had become somewhat of a replacement for you in these meetings. He took notes of the proceedings, transcribing each discussion with the use of his kimoyo beads, and sent them to you. You were eternally grateful to him for it. You were surprised when he also expressed interest in the work you were doing with Agent Ross, offering to obtain information from Wakandan agents scattered throughout the states, though a friend had assured you it was his excuse to get closer to you.

“Running late?” you asked, and he nodded with an apologetic look. “It’s alright. I am too I suppose.”

His worry seemed to fade slightly at your confession, and he followed close behind you as the doors to throne room pushed open.

You felt Namor’s eyes on you before you even walked into the room, as if he were so attuned to you that he could sense your very presence. The thought made your heart race, but you kept your eyes forward and your chin high as you reached the center of the room where you king sat. You dipped your head respectfully.

You didn’t even dare look in Namor’s direction, nor at the Talokanil generals that shadowed him.

“The American…what has he told you?”

You could always count on M’Baku to get straight the point. He was rarely one for small talk or pleasantries.

“Although Agent Ross is no longer with the CIA, he has given us an extensive list of members within the agency that could pose a threat to Wakanda and Talokan.”

You pressed your kimoyo beads, and images of several American CIA agents and directors appeared before you. A flurry of information on each of them scrolled beside their picture, though you still had much to learn about these individuals.

You tapped the image of the woman Ross had specifically pointed out to you during one of your calls. Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. The new director of the CIA.

“He expressed a particular interest in Fontaine,” you added.

M’Baku scowled at the image.

“Why?”

The golden question. You had asked Ross the same thing, but he didn’t have anything concrete besides an eerie confession she had made to him. She wanted vibranium, and he wasn’t sure what lengths she would go to get it.

“Ross believes she has an interest in vibranium, and potential means to try and obtain it.” You glanced at T’Kawe as he came to your side.

“We’re keeping eyes on her,” he added.

You pressed your glowing kimoyo bead, and the holograms vanished.

M’Baku turned his attention to Namor, whose eyes you could feel burning into your back. You tried focusing on the intricate details of the throne to distract yourself from the fact.

“Does that answer your concerns?” M’Baku asked the Talokanil leader.

His answer was a dissatisfied grunt, and you couldn’t help but glance back at him from over your shoulder. Namor sat with his legs spread in a way that looked absolutely obscene—it didn’t help that you felt the sudden urge to sink to your knees before him and show him just how much you hadn’t missedhim.

He tilted his head back, his dark eyes searching your face before he shifted his gaze to the impatient king at your side.

“Truthfully, this concerns me further.” Namor waved his hand towards you noncommittally. “I would know what she knows.”

You stared at him, taken aback by his request. This had been this plan all along, hadn’t it? You were not foolish enough to think Namor did not already know all of this, if not more. You had heard the stories whispered throughout the palace of the American scientists who had ventured to the Atlantic in search of vibranium. He had proven their decision to be a grave one.

You were certain there was no potential threat towards Talokan that he was not fully aware of.

“I can send what I have to—”

“No,” he interrupted quickly. There was a certain finality to his refusal—an unspoken demand, “You will go over it will me. If it is not a problem with your king.”

You glanced back at M’Baku who considered Namor with a skeptical look, as if he were trying to work out the possible ulterior motive hidden beneath his actions. You prayed he didn’t find out.

“Perhaps I can be of use instead? I’ve worked closely on this as well.” T’Kawe stepped closer to your side, placing a comforting hand on your arm, as if compelled by the uncertainty in your expression.

You could make out the subtle twitch of Namor’s jaw. The way his fingers curled around the arm of his chair. His expression was apathetic, but his body language was telling. Through the eyes of others, it would appear as simple irritation if anything, but you knew him better than most.

M’Baku cleared his throat, and your attention was his once more. He looked at you for a long moment, before sighing.

“You decide,” he stated simply.

You didn’t know whether to be grateful or exasperated.

This was a ploy of course—a way for Namor to have you in some capacity outside of the comfort of your home. He was treading a very thin line, leaving too much to those who could possibly see through this façade. That, or guilt was beginning to make you paranoid—though evidently not enough to make you see sense.

“I will help in any way I can,” you finally answered.

M’Baku clapped his hands with mock excitement, making you jump. “It is settled then.”

He leaned back in his seat, letting out an exaggerated sigh before calling out to other subjects.

You felt T’Kawe’s eyes on you as you watched Namor lift from his seat. He turned to his generals, speaking to them in Mayan. They regarded him respectfully, before making their way out of the throne room.

“Are you sure about this?” T’Kawe asked.

You nodded, thanking him for his concern, before you made your way to Namor. You could feel your heart begin to race, as if it were calling out to him, attempting to scream; there you are.

You dipped your head slightly, avoiding his dark eyes.

“Follow me.”

You stepped out of the throne room, making your way down magnificent hallways and around sharp corners of the palace until you reached the balcony. It was secluded enough to grant you both a private conversation, yet open enough to suppress any temptation to do anything…depraved.

You stared out towards the Golden City, rendered breathless by the view. It didn’t matter how many times you saw it—it always felt like the first time.

Namor was silent at your side. Though your gaze was fixed on the dazzling skyscrapers and distant mountains, you felt Namor’s eyes on you.

“Did you know?” you asked, finally turning your attention to him. “About everything I said in there?”

He nodded, and you let out a frustrated sigh.

“You knew that already,” Namor stated easily. “You agreed to be alone with me, despite knowing that I knew.”

“I had a hunch,” you corrected.

Namor’s eyes seemed to gleam as he stared down at you. “You wanted to be alone with me just as badly as I wanted to be alone with you.”

His eyes wandered to your shoulder—right where T’kawe’s hand had been moments before.

“Despite the protest of your…acquaintance.”

 Namor spoke the word acquaintance as if it were a curse.

“Are you upset at him for thinking of my safety?”

Namor frowned, as if offended by the idea that your safety would ever be in question around him.

“I am upset that he is able to touch you so freely and I…” He glances towards the entrance of the balcony, before placing his hand on your waist and pulling you to the side, back into a corner hidden away from any potential prying eyes. “I am reduced to this.”

Your breath hitches as Namor leans over you, his eyes falling to your parted lips, before lifting back up to your face.

“I have missed you,” he confessed, slowly sinking to knees before you. “Missed the taste of you.”

The sight alone made a delicious spark shoot straight through you. You could feel his warm hands skim across the exposed flesh of your legs, slowly riding up until they hooked beneath your dress.

“Namor…” you warned—whispered, though there was little commitment in your voice.

His touch alone was setting you alight, making your pussy wet with the anticipation of his mouth where you needed it most.

Bast, he would be the fucking death of you. All your rationale and resolve vanished when he was near, and you wondered if it was the same for him—if he felt as hopeless as you did.

His hands reached beneath your dress, pulling your wet underwear down with a soft chuckle.

“And you have missed me,” he said, noting the evidence of your arousal. “But you always do, don’t you?”

You didn’t respond, and you were certain he didn’t need you to. Not with you before him, dazed and prepared to be eaten out in such a public place—within earshot of anyone who mattered. This was all the evidence he needed.

He wouldn’t make you regret it.

Namor’s kissed up the length of your leg slowly and will clear intent, as if it were worship—as if your skin was as necessary to him as the sea.

You jolted as your felt Namor’s tongue lapped at the wetness of your needy cunt. You brought your hand up to your mouth, attempting to muffle your cries as his tongue pushed deeper into you. He brought hand to the back of your thigh, lifting it ever so slightly as to drape across his shoulder, while his other hand brushed your clit with a touch that felt featherlight.

Your head feel back, your mind reeling as your felt the pressure in your core building with each flick of his ravenous tongue, and teasing fingers—and the danger of being found like this—legs spread while Namor, a man regarded as a fucking god kneeled before you, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy so effortlessly. The reality of your circumstances made your pussy clench from just how bad it all was.

Your king could find you like this. T’Kawe could find you like this.

You cried into the palm of your hand. The sound was barely muffled, and you could feel the heat of Namor’s breath as he laughed against your aching pussy.

Namor loved this—he absolutely reveled in just how much he was able to tear you apart in a way nobody else could.

“Namor,” you whined against your hand, pleading.

Usually slow to give in, you suspected your current whereabouts warranted him to be altruistic. Just this once.

His mouth latched onto your tender nub, and you were gone—free falling into your release as your fingers raked through his hair, and your hips bucked upward. You bit back your moan, trying so desperately to keep quiet as your overwhelming release rushed through you—a release that Namor took like an offering, swallowing your sweetness with enough enthusiasm to make your pussy spasm.

Namor pulled away from you when there was nothing more to take. His breathing was shaky, his pupils dilated as he looked up at you. He licked his lips, before pulling your stained panties back up your legs.

Your fingers were still in his hair, lightly brushing back thick strands, and you finally noticed the added length. He’d grown it out since you last saw him, the ends curling slightly and sweeping against his forehead.

“You’re beautiful,” you said without thinking.

He blinked up at you, taken aback by your soft-spoken compliment. It didn’t take long for him to recover, as his lips pulled into a full smile that made your heart stutter.

“That’s my line.”

He lifted himself to his feet, wasting no time in feeling your lips against his. His kiss was all hunger—a month’s worth of moments you two should have had. You sighed contentedly against his mouth, feeling the weight of everything leave you in a single moment.  

He pulled away reluctantly, as if debating if he truly wanted to stop kissing you.

His brown eyes searched yours, and for the first time since you two had started fooling around, you saw… uncertainty in his eyes, as if he were contemplating something.

“Do you remember the last time we met?” he asked carefully.

You nodded, unsure of where this was going.

You could see him going over his next question, and he seemed to try and soothe you as much as himself as he rubbed circles along your waist.

“You asked me if I had forgotten what this was.”

Ah, that. The memory was fresh in your mind, despite the passage of time—as if time could make you forget moments spent with him.

But you knew exactly what he was referring to. The statement he had made while chasing his pleasure. The statement solidified a belief that you both were seeming to forget—this is just sex.

“You reminded me that I’m only a hole,” you answered, keeping your voice nonchalant despite the disappointment that settled in your chest.

The irony of the situation was not lost on you. Last time you had been the one trying to keep his feelings—or supposed feelings—in check. Now it was his turn.

“No. I asked if that was all that you are,” he hesitated, searching your eyes. “All that you wished to be to me.”

Your stilled, swallowing the protest that dared to burst from your lips—the desire to tell him how you wished to be so much more.

Wished to be at his side, and not just during moments stolen away in the night or risqué ventures on balconies, but all day—every single day. You wanted to be the person who knew him like nobody else, as necessary to him as the sea…but those were fantasies. Beautiful impossibilities that only served to make your heart ache with want.

“What else can I be?” you asked, turning away from his powerful gaze.

Namor cupped your cheek, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. He tipped your head back in his direction, forcing you to look at him.

“Mine,” he whispered. “My queen. My heart…”

He repeated the word in Mayan as he leaned his forehead against yours—his confession for you only.

“The mother of my heir.”

Your heart seized, your mind racing as you realized he desired so much more from you than sex. He wanted you by his side—the only person to whom he would ever kneel. Ache for.

You came back to reality quickly as you looked over his shoulder—the Golden City stared back at you, as if reminding you of your station.

“My duty is to my country. My home.”

Namor’s furrowed as he stared down at you. “Do you think I would take you away from it?”

“It wouldn’t be your choice.”

Nor would it be yours. It would be impossible for you to accept Namor’s offer—to be his, and not have everything ripped from under you. Wakanda would reject you, and Talokan would not accept you.

Namor pulled away, taking the warmth of his body with him. You almost reached out for him but restrained yourself.

 “You have a choice to make then,” Namor said with his back turned to you, instead turning his attention to the home that you cherished so deeply. “I will not return again. Not to you.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as his words hit you. Frustration tugged at your heart, helping you find your voice.

“Why?”

Because you were both getting in too deep. Because he wanted something from you that he was uncertain you could give.

Even if you knew the answer, you wanted to hear it from him.

He glanced over his shoulder at you, and you could see the sorrow in his eyes.

“I want you. All of you,” he confessed, “But what is it you want?”

You were silent as he held your gaze.

“If you decide it is me, come to the shore and I will know.”

You prayed there was little emotion on your face as you regarded him—prayed he couldn’t see the turmoil his confession and ultimatum were causing you.

“And if I don’t?” you asked.

Silence was the only answer he gave, but it was if he had spoken the words you never wanted to hear; Then you will be free of me.

There was no farewell as Namor lifted from the ground, the wings on his feet beating feverishly as he took off towards the sky. You watched, feeling parts of yourself fade along with him.

You had dreaded the sneaking around—the hidden moments and guilt that festered as you continued to be with Namor, but now he was giving you an out. A chance to finally rid yourself of him and play your part as royal advisor once more, untainted—or you could have him entirely.

He was forcing you to come to terms with a truth you had been tiptoeing around. You cannot have both.

You sighed, pulling away from the balcony wall. You wanted to be back in your bed, hidden beneath a sea of covers while sleep whisked you far away to impossible worlds where your reality was much different—where such decisions didn’t exist, and you could just be.

You turned, nearly stepping back into the palace before you stopped short. Your heart seemed to stop as you stared up at the imposing figure that stood near the entrance.

You swallowed thickly as your king regarded you sternly, and you could see the disappointment that flashed in his eyes. The dread that had rooted its way into your heart spread, nearly choking you.

Yes. The gods are angry indeed.

Part 3

#namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor fic #namor fanfiction #namor imagine #namor x black reader #black!fem!reader #kukulkan x reader #kukulkan x you #namor x fem!reader

[literaryavenger]

Captain America: Civil War - 4

Summary: You make it to the airport but it looks like you're gonna have to fight your way out. Thankfully, Steve called some backup.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, slight Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence. Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N and Y/N/N (=your nickname). My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: It took me a fucking long time to write this, I hope I did the airport scene justice. Here's to hoping the next chapters don't take me as long to write! I did my best, enjoy!

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You get to the 6th level of the parking garage at the Leipzig/Halle airport and Steve parks next to a van and you all get out.

Steve gets closer to the van, followed by Sam while you stay behind with Bucky, both of you leaning on the car as you stand on the passenger’s side to be able to see over the car because you’re just that short.

You hear a little snicker from Bucky and look at him with your eyes narrowed as he seems amused by the sight but doesn’t say anything. Your attention goes back to the van as Clint loudly opens the side door.

“What timezone is this?” Scott asks, clearly disoriented as he gets out.

“Come on.” Clint encourages him and pushes him slightly towards Steve. “Come on.”

Scott walks to Steve and shakes his hand with an amazed look. “Captain America.”

“Mr. Lang.” Steve politely says as he shakes his hand.

“It’s an honor.” He says in awe. “I’m shaking your hand too long.” You try your best not to laugh as Scott fangirls over Steve.

“Wow! This is awesome!” He turns and sees Wanda and, in the same cheery voice, says “I know you, too. You’re great!”

Then he turns back to Steve and feels his shoulders saying “Jeez.” and you can’t help but giggle, seeing the scene and everybody’s reactions that go from amused to confused while Scott continues talking.

“Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so… thinks for thanking of me” He says and you giggle more while looking at Bucky to make sure you heard right and his face is as confused as you feel. You turn back to Scott as he says, “Hey, man!”

Sam tries to play it cool by saying “What’s up, Tic Tac?”

“Uh, good to see you.” Scott says, seeming a little confused at the nickname but deciding to blow past it. “Look, what happened last time when I-”

“It was a great audition, but it’ll…” Sam interrupts him, shaking his hand with a chuckle. “It’ll never happen again.”

“It was hilarious!” You comment somewhat loudly and everyone turns to you, Sam glaring while Scott giggles quietly as you wink at him and wave at Wanda and Clint.

“They tell you what we’re up against?” Steve brings everyone’s attention back on the matter at hand before you and Sam start bickering.

“Something about some… psycho-assassins?” Scott says innocently and you keep in your laugh, hoping Bucky is not offended by Scott’s description of the Winter Soldiers.

“We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man.” Steve warns him.

“Yeah, well, what else is new?” Scott says casually and you grin. Dude is pretty cool.

“We should get moving.” Bucky says.

“We got a chopper lined up.” Clint says to the group, just as the PA starts announcing something in German, which you fortunately understand.

“Dies ist eine Notsituation." You frown. Emergency? “Alle Passagiere müssen den Flughafen sofort evakuieren.”

You’re about to translate when Bucky beats you to it. “They're evacuating the airport.”

“Stark.” Sam says and you roll your eyes. Yeah, that makes sense, that dramatic diva.

“Stark?” Scott echoes, sounding surprised and not in a good way.

“Suit up.” Steve says in his Captain voice and you know better than to disobey.

-

Steve is in his uniform now as he strides through an underpass, then jogs onto a private runway, heading for the chopper when an electro-disabler slams onto the chopper and Steve looks up.

Tony and Rhodey, both in their Iron Man and War Machine suits, descend and land in front of Steve.

You’re in the terminal with Bucky and Sam as the latter scans the airport to find their Quinjet. You can’t really hear what the others are saying, but you can hear Steve through the earpiece.

“Hear me out, Tony.” Steve tries to reason. “That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this.”

You see T’Challa leap over a truck and after a moment Steve says “Your highness.”

You can see Tony talking, you assume trying to get Steve to surrender, before you hear Steve again. “You're after the wrong guy.”

Tony says something else you assume to be about Bucky because of what Steve answers back. ”And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't.”

You can see Natasha talk next and then Tony makes a face and you know he’s done, then you can hear him yelling “Underoos!” through Steve’s earpiece. 

Suddenly you see a guy in a red onesie swing in and shoot what looks like webs at Steve, stealing his shield and binding his hands before landing on top of a truck a little wobbly. 

You furrow your eyebrows and look at Sam to your right but he’s busy with Redwing so you look at Bucky next to him and he looks just as confused as you do. He meets your eyes and raises an eyebrow in question but you simply shrug and look back at the scene when you hear Steve say. “You've been busy.”

Tony tries his hardest to reason with Steve while, as planned, the Captain patiently listens to him while Sam looks for their Quinjet. “You did that when you signed.” He answers calmly at whatever Tony said.

You can see Tony pleading with Steve, and you almost feel bad but are snapped out of it when Sam finally talks. “We found it. Their Quinjet’s in hangar five, north runway.”

You see Steve raise his arms and one of Clint’s arrows flies through the air and breaks the webs on Steve’s hands, freeing him. “Alright, Lang.” Steve says and Scott enlarges, taking the shield from the guy with the red pajamas with a flip and giving it back to Steve.

“I believe this is yours, Captain America.” Scott says and you chuckle. Dude has a serious man crush.

The two men next to you look confused at what is so amusing, and you merely roll your eyes and say “come on.” as the three of you start running.

As you’re going through the terminal, you see the Spider-man dude stick to the glass outside and all three of your attention goes to him.

“What the hell is that?” Bucky asks as you run.

“Everyone’s got a gimmick now.” Sam sounds really annoyed and obviously you have to tease him.

“That’s a person, not a metal bird, Wilson!” You say.

“Don’t bring Redwing into this!” He yells back, glaring at you as he runs.

“You brought Redwing into this!” You snark back and, before Sam can say anything, Spiderman breaks through the glass towards the three of you, Sam tries to protect you and that causes you both to go crashing into the wall. 

You can see Bucky throwing a punch but Spiderman catches his fist easily, shocking all three of us while shouting “You have a metal arm?! That is awesome, dude!”

Sam goes flying into Spiderman and takes him away, while you approach Bucky.

“Did that sound like a kid to you?” you ask him, still looking after Sam and Spiderman.

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s go.” He says starting to go after the other two.

“Matters a little…” You mumble while following Bucky.

You can hear Wanda and Clint talking through the comms, to Tony you assume when Wanda says “You locked me in my room.” and then you hear Clint say “made you look.” just as you see through the window all the cars flying down thanks to Wanda’s magic.

Spiderman wings through the rafters in the terminal, chasing Sam who flies backwards firing shots. Spiderman stops on a high beam and just then Bucky throws a giant piece of metal at him.

You can hear Spiderman yell back “Hey buddy, I think you lost this!” before throwing back the piece of metal, causing Bucky to cover you with his metal arm while it flies back, thankfully missing you both.

Sam takes the opportunity to kick Spiderman and try to bring him down, but Spiderman swings again and webs Sam’s wings, which sends him crashing to the floor. As he gets up, Spiderman webs his hands to the railing behind him and then sticks to a column and starts nerding out about Sam’s wings as you run to help Sam, Bucky right behind you.

You’re too focused on Sam to notice Spiderman swinging towards him at the same time that you get to him, luckily Bucky wraps his arms around you as all three of you crush into the railing and down to the floor on the level below. 

As you all land Spiderman quickly webs Sam’s arms together, Bucky’s metal arm to the floor and then your arms, sticking you to Bucky since he was still holding you with one arm as you basically landed on him.

While Spiderman talks over you, you can faintly hear Sam messing around with his gear and you hope he’s doing something useful. Just as Spiderman is about to shoot webs again, Redwing attaches to his wrist and drags him off.

After a beat of silence Bucky says “You couldn’t have done that earlier?” to which Sam answers “I hate you.” and you roll your eyes and say “God, you two are children.”

You do your best to grab your pocket knife and, after a moment of struggling, you succeed then cut the webs off of you and Bucky with a little difficulty. You get up and cut the webs off of Bucky’s metal arm before going to Sam and helping him out of the webs too.

Your heads all snap to the window when you hear the sound of an explosion and can see it just as you hear Scott through the comms saying “Oh, man. I thought it was a water truck. Uh… sorry.”

You frown and turn to Sam and Bucky. “That can’t be good. Let’s go.” The three of you run out of the terminal as fast as you can and when you get outside you meet up with Steve, Scott, Clint and Wanda, all of you running towards the Quinjet.

“Come on!” Steve yells, but your run is interrupted when suddenly a yellow laser makes a line in front of you and you’re all stopped in your tracks. A fucking laser. You look up and see Vision hovering over you.

“Captain Rogers. I know you believe what you're doing is right.” He starts while the rest of Tony’s team gathers around him. Tony flies in while holding Natasha, Rhoday flies T’Challa and Spiderman swings down with one of Dora Milaje, T’Challa’s personal guards, that you saw at the FBI bunker and you think her name is Ayo. “But for the collective good you must surrender now.” Vision finishes talking and there is a moment of silence where you all just look at the opponent directly in front of you, which in your case is Ayo.

“What do we do, Cap?” Sam asks.

“We fight.” Is all Steve says and you hesitate for a second looking at him and then at Ayo.

“Anybody wants to switch?” You ask while looking at your teammates, some look amused but Steve kind of glares at you. “No? Alrighty, then.” You look back ahead as you all start walking, then jogging faster and faster until you’re full on running towards the opposite team.

Tony, Rhodey, Sam, Wanda and Vision take flight and then the first sound that can be heard is Tony’s fist meeting Steve’s shield. 

Clint shoots an arrow at Vision that dodges it, Sam bumps into Rhodey mid-air, Scott shrinks and jumps on Natasha, Wanda shoots her magic at Peter while he shoots webs at her and T’Challa straight up jumps onto Bucky. 

You lose track of what everyone else is doing once you come face to face with Ayo, who loses no time hitting you with her spear but you luckily dodge it, throwing a punch of your own that she easily avoids. The only thing you can tell is that Nat and Clint are near you fighting, and so are Bucky and T’Challa.

You take out your extendable baton, glad that Clint suggested it, and try to hit Ayo repeatedly, but you miss everytime. You’re getting frustrated when you finally land a hit to her cheek and grin, but you quickly regret it when she kicks you hard on the ribs, sending you flying back.

Ayo jumps on you and raises her spear right over your face, but before she can hit you Wanda sends her flying back far away from you.

You don’t have time to thank her when she’s throwing Natasha off of Clint and into a metal container. 

“Geez, Wanda, go easy on them.” You tell her and she gives you a pointed look, before looking at Clint and saying “You were pulling your punches” before walking away.

You and Clint exchange a look but you get distracted by T’Challa throwing Bucky into a container near you. You get into action right away and just as T’Challa is about to claw at Bucky, you push the supersoldier out of the way and you both go stumbling to the side while Wanda throws T’Challa into a big metal container far away from you. 

You and Bucky roll a little and, when you stop, you end on top of him. He looks up at you and whispers “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Soldier.” You wink at him and get up, helping him up too. Wanda joins you with an amused look on her face.

“Still think we should go easy on them?” She asks smugly, and you merely roll your eyes.

You’re thankfully distracted by Spiderman knocking Steve off his feet but when you go to help him, you’re intercepted by Natasha.

As you start doing hand-to-hand combat with her, you can hear Scott calling Clint “Arrow Guy” and you almost chuckle, but don’t let it distract you because you know Natasha could seriously hurt you, although it seems like she’s going as easy on you as you are on her.

“Nothing’s changed between us, right Tasha?” You ask, concerned about your friendship as you keep fighting, though it almost feels like any other sparring match you’ve ever had.

She laughs and nods. “Nothing, Y/N/N”.

You grin at the nickname and say “Good” before kicking her a little harder than you’ve ever had and sending her flying back, then you run to Steve and get to him as he points at himself and says. “Brooklyn.”

You frown at him and then look at Spiderman with one of those giant metal walkways people use to get to the planes and your eyes widen.

“That seems a little excessive.” You say, looking back at Steve.

“He’ll be fine.” Steve says shortly and starts jogging away, signaling to you to follow him, which you reluctantly do.

You and Steve are running when you hear Scott say “Uh-oh” through the comms and you frown. “Are you okay, Scott?”

You can hear him panting freaking out, saying “Oh boy. Whoa!”

You and Steve are joined by Bucky as you’re hiding behind some containers and you’re about to ask Scott if he’s okay again when Bucky talks and you turn to him. “We gotta go. That guy's probably in Siberia by now.” You can't help but think how fucking blue his eyes are.

“We gotta draw out the flyers.” Steve says, snapping you out of it and you make up your mind.

“I'll take Vision.” You tell him “You two get to the jet.” 

You know Steve’s about to argue when Sam cuts in “No, you get to the jet! All three of you!” He says through the comms. “The rest of us aren't getting out of here.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it.” Clint chimes in. 

You and Steve look at each other and it’s like Sam can sense your hesitation as he says “This isn't the real fight, guys.”

“Alright, Sam, what's the play?” Steve says, his eyes darting between you and Bucky.

“We need a diversion, something big.” he says and you try to think about what you could do.

“I got something kind of big, but I can't hold it very long.” Scott offers “On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half… don't come back for me.”

You frown and look at Steve and Bucky who seem just as confused as you do. “He's gonna tear himself in half?” Bucky asks.

“You're sure about this, Scott?” Steve asks into his comm.

“I do it all the time. I mean once… in a lab. Then I passed out.” He tries and fails to reassure you.

“That doesn’t make me feel better, like at all.” You say looking from Bucky to Steve, who seem to agree.

You can hear Scott mumbling “I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the BOSS!” to himself and then suddenly he grows into a fucking giant of 60-65 feet.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You say almost in shock.

“I guess that's the signal.” Steve says and starts running towards the jet, you and Bucky following closely.

You can hear Sam saying “Way to go, Tic Tac!” as you run, going past Scott, who stops T’Challa from following you by kicking a bus into him, then Rhodey almost gets to you, but he’s stopped by Wanda.

The three of you are getting closer to the jet when a tower starts falling over the entrance, courtesy of Vision, but Wanda keeps it up with her magic for you.

As you pick up your pace and approach it, you’re stopped by a spear landing right in front of Bucky, missing his foot by a centimeter.

Ayo is about to jump on Bucky but before either him or Steve can do anything to stop her, you throw yourself on her, sending her stumbling back and to the ground, enough distance between you that you have the opportunity to look behind you at Bucky, Steve just behind him with a look that’s both impressed and shocked at your reflexes.

“I got this. Go.” You tell the two men even though your eyes are fixated on Bucky. 

“Are you sure?” he asks you with a hint of worry and you grin.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” Steve smirks and nods, moving towards the jet again, but Bucky hesitates. You know Wanda won’t be able to keep the path clear forever so you try to reassure him.

“Go, I’ll be fine. Go!” You yell the last word, which seems to snap him out of it and he turns around with a nod, running at full speed towards the Quinjet.

You turn around just in time to see Ayo running towards you, but this time you’re not fast enough and she sends you falling back. You quickly get up and do your best to keep her occupied while the tower that Wanda was keeping up falls to the ground.

Or, more accurately, you're taking her punches while landing little to none yourself.

Ayo gets distracted for a second when she sees Natasha stunning T’Challa and that’s enough to give you the opportunity to take the upper hand and take her down. Unfortunately you don’t notice how close the two of you are to her spear but then again neither does she.

You see Giant Scott get taken down and, while still holding Ayo down as best as you can, you say worriedly through your comm “Scott? Scott, talk to me, are you okay?” There's a pause while you hold your breath and then he says “Does anyone have any orange slices?” And you let out a breathy laugh, both amused and impressed by his resilience.

In the time it took you to check on Scott, Ayo managed to get a hold of her spear, almost driving it through your arm. Thankfully she misses, though it still leaves a pretty deep cut.

Your eyes widen and as you get off of her she wastes no time to go help T’Challa. You lay down on the ground while holding your arm where the cut is and can see the Quinjet taking off so you let out a relieved sigh.

You sit up and, when you see Vision going to Wanda, you smile and get up to gocheck on Scott.

“You alright, big guy?” You ask him as you approach him with a little bit of a limp and he nods chuckling.

“I am. Are you alright? “ He eyes your arm and you nod. “I’m fine.”

Clint approaches you and wraps an arm around you to help you stay up, knowing you’re not gonna ask for help but he can clearly see by your quickly paling face that you need it.

You look towards the Quinjet and your eyes widen when you see Rhodey quickly falling down, Tony and Sam both diving to help him. “Shit…”

You all watch in shock as he hits the ground, Tony lands right beside him and then Sam lands a little further away. You can hear Sam saying “I’m sorry.” right before Tony shoots him and he goes flying backwards. 

“SAM!” You yell and try to start making your way to him even if he’s far, but Clint holds you back with his arm around your waist, Scott’s hand on your uninjured arm.

You hold your breath until you hear the faint “I’m okay” in your ear, followed by Sam’s grunts and you relax, mumbling “Thank fucking god…”

You look around the airport, all the destruction and the people you still love despite it all.

Steve and Bucky made it out of here, so you won. At what cost though?

You can just hope this was all worth it.

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