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#look how concerned pepper looks for bruce in that last gif
pinkhoodi · 7 months
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and the results are !
✎ᝰ — bat boys finding out their partner is pregnant
♡⃕ — dick grayson & jason todd x black!reader
♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + mention of past sex but nothing in detail ! dick + jason are both worry warts, mention of children
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꒰ DICK GRAYSON ꒱
Ꮺ the evening was quiet and chilly from the late autumn season. you were wrapped up in a blanket, watching tv, while dick was cooking dinner for the both of you. minimal sounds were heard throughout the house, besides the tv, but your groans interrupted them
Ꮺ the past few weeks haven’t been easy on both of you, dick has been busy working with bruce and you’ve been throwing up for the past few weeks. at first, you believed that you had caught the flu so you just bought some medicine and treated it how you usually would, with some herbal tea and soft food. though that didn’t cure much and you continued feeling unwell
Ꮺ as weeks passed, you’ve been throwing up more often than not. dick was growing fearful that you caught a virus and suggested that you went to the doctor, you scoffed at that idea and reassured him that you’ll be fine. but after some time of back and forth, you sided with the doctors
Ꮺ the doctor did ask the usual questions, “are you active?” “do you take any birth control pills or contraceptives?” “are you pregnant?”. however, you mind started wandering the answer to those questions, which were yes to most of them. while you and dick were active, you both didn’t do it often since you both had to work around the clock
Ꮺ the doctor suggested a pregnancy test after hearing your symptoms and answer to the questions. you did take it just to be sure and the doctor told you that she’d be in contact for the results
Ꮺ present day, the house is filled with the sizzling sounds of dick in the kitchen and dialogue heard from the tv. you were groaning and moving anxiously on the couch as you waited for the results. the level of anxiety has been filling the air since the last visit but both of you try to hide it for the sake of the other
Ꮺ dick comes over to the couch to take a quick break from cooking and kisses your forehead as he sees your worried look. he laughs a little and positions you to lay on his lap, your head laid on his thighs as he looks down at you and kisses your forehead again. your muscles slowly ease from the intimacy and you finally down as dick gives you shoulder and back rubs
Ꮺ out of the blue, your phone rings from under you, and you shift around to grab it. the number appearing on the screen is familiar and you answer immediately, your voice is shaky as you speak. the doctor introduces herself and tells you the purpose of the call, but you already knew and was anticipating this phone call
Ꮺ the doctor tells you that you have no indication of any illness but does tell you the bombing news that you have a positive pregnancy test. dick can already tell the results from how your pupils dilate and your facial expressions makes you seem brighter than before. in his head, there are only two thoughts, “I’m going to be a father!” and “I’m going to be a father?”. though the same thought, both had different emotions behind it. one was filled with excitement and joy about this new addition for you and y/n and the other was filled with worry, concern, and fear for the newborn. but dick covers the fearful thought with joy instead
Ꮺ after the phone call, dick pulls you into a deep comforting hug and celebrates that he’s going to be a father. he peppers kisses all around your face as the both of you are smiling at each other. the both of you filled with endless amounts of bliss after learning that you’re soon-to-be parents
Ꮺ dick is already throwing compliments, telling you that you’ll be the best mother to your child, you’ll look so beautiful pregnant, you’ll look so beautiful as mom, the child will be as gorgeous and graceful as their mother. he’s filling your head with peace as he continues to shower you with compliments
Ꮺ instantly, dick is already in dad mode and pulling up the target website to start shopping for his unborn child. you laugh and continue to carry on the conversation, feeling the complete opposite of how you felt earlier this evening
Ꮺ dick grayson and y/n grayson, soon-to-be parents and determined to be one of the best parents in this world <3
꒰ JASON TODD ꒱
Ꮺ in the middle of a movie night, jason looks to see you drifting asleep. the movie wasn’t boring, you were very tired from work and your body hadn’t been feeling the best. you were throwing up everywhere and your body ached more than it usually did
Ꮺ at the second you closed your eyes, the uneasy feeling of throwing up came up again. your face twisted into an uncomfortable look and you groaned while rubbing your stomach. you got up and ran to the bathroom before you threw up all over the couch, or even jason himself
Ꮺ jason asks if you’re okay and you reassure him that you are. he doesn’t believe you and tells you that he’s going to a nearby store to pick up some items for you. one of which is a pregnancy test but he kept that to himself
Ꮺ for the past few times you’ve been throwing up and complaining about your body, jason did research on what illness you could possibly have. but all that came up were life-threatening illnesses, a virus, and signs of pregnancy
Ꮺ pregnancy raised curiosity out of jason, since you both were very active and rarely used protection. he started doing the math on the last time you both had done it and the date your body started feeling unwell. let’s just say, the potential of being a father clouded his mind indefinitely
Ꮺ once jason came back from the store, he placed the items on the kitchen counter. he grabs the four pregnancy tests and hands them to you, you raise an eyebrow at him and he explains how he believes that you’re pregnant. you on the other hand don’t believe it but decide to take it anyway since you felt too weak to argue
Ꮺ you go into the bathroom and lock the door, your mind is racing with fear and anxiety as you take each test. as amazing as it would be to be a mother, you were worried for jason would be as a father and begging that the child doesn’t end up on the same path as jason. even though batman took him in and raised him somewhat well, you wanted better, you wanted more for your child
Ꮺ as time passes, you go in and out of sleep waiting for the results until jason wakes you up by knocking on the bathroom door. he’s asking you if the results have come in yet and you groan at the question, reminding you of the reason why you were even in the bathroom. you unlock the door and you step out to let him see the results first since you were too nervous
Ꮺ it was quiet for the first few minutes, you sat on the carpet of your living room while you waited. you were concerned, actually growing worry that you’ll be hit with bad news. but instead you were hit with a hug and a sniff?
Ꮺ was jason crying? why yes, yes he was. he felt joyful, happy, excited, yet overwhelmed and fearful. but mostly excited by the news!
Ꮺ he let go of you from the hug and showed all four pregnancy test showing positive. you were hit in a state of shock and immediately hugged jason back, crying into his shoulder as he cradled you. the both just were in amazement that you’re going to be parents. you’re going bring a new soul and raise a human being together
Ꮺ worry did start to grow in the both of you, and you both felt it in each other, but jason leveled it by kissing your forehead. he reassured you that both of you will be amazing parents and your child will love you more than you two love each other (quite impossible if I may add but hey)
Ꮺ for the rest of the night, you both continued the baby talk and playfully went back and forth on what the gender will be. you simply don’t care but jason is one hundred percent sure he’s gonna be a girl dad <3
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♡⃕ hope you guys enjoyed my first post :) feedback is accepted !
𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: acts 20:24
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© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽
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chloe-skywalker · 9 months
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Press Complications - Bucky Barnes
Bucky x fem!reader
Warnings: none I don't think
Word count: 837
Summary: Prompts “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.” “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. O always lived. And I did my fucking best to keep everyone else alive to.”
Masterlist
Avengers Masterlist
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“Where’s everyone?” Bucky asked as he entered the main living area of the Avengers compound. There were a decent amount of people missing.
“Don’t know Buck.” Steve answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Pepper said something about the press.” Same spoke from his spot at the breakfast bar, eating a sandwich.
“The press has been after Nat and Y/n for months but last night they called an emergency meeting for the two.” Bruce explained to the confused group. Nat had to leave in the middle of the night to talk so he seemed to be the only one who knew so far.
Before anyone could say anything else Pepper Pots emerged from the elevator.
“Pep?” Steve said as a question, noticing Pepper took notice of the conversation. Hoping she could give them more.
Pepper sighed before comfiring. “He’s right. It was a private meeting between Tony, Nat, Y/n and myself.”
“What happened?” Bucky asked concerned about his new family and the girl he has a crush on.
“The press went public with something about Y/n’s past that were very private and very cruel. I don’t think she slept at all last night.” Pepper told them, further explaining the situation.
“Fucking bastards.” Sam scoffed in digust at the lengths the noisy pricks would go to.
“Langue.” Steve mumbled out not wanting anyone but Sam to hear him and get teased again. He still hasn’t lived down the last time.
“Tony says their back.” Pepper stated looking up from her phone at their friends as they entered the room, exiting the elevator. “How’s it go?”
“The press just gets worse with time.” Natasha stated shaking her head angrily.
Tony sighed, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a drink before standing next to Pepper. “We cleared the air and everything is fine now publicly, but some things said during the press conference to Y/n/n. They were-”
“Uncalled for. Rude. Disrespectful. I could go on.” Nat interrupted, fuming with anger.
“You okay?” Sam asked, looking concerned towards his Y/h/c-ed friend.
“There was this one asshole who wanted me to apologize…” Y/n shook her head shrugging her shoulders up. Letting out a deep breath, before looking at everyone and continuing. “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. I always live. And I did my fucking best to keep eveyron eelse alive to.”
Y/n hated how just hearing what the reporter had said made her feel. Hearing her past, about the people she couldn’t save. She was trying not to let it show but she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it together.
“You shouldn’t and you don’t.” Pepper stated firmly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have him fired in a matter of minutes.” Tony stated with a proud dark smirk. He was protective of Y/n, very protective. That asshole was not keeping his job.
“Thanks Tony.” Y/n smiled at the billionaire, finding it a little funny but also appreciating it. “I’m gonna go take a nap, I’m too exhausted from everything.”
She sent a wave and a small smile before heading down the hall to her room. Leaving everyone to their own devices. But Bucky watched her go and kept his eyes on the hallway for a while after. He knew she wasn't as fine as she was showing. Because he knows her.
So after a while of giving her space Bucky headed towards her room, not wanting her to be alone for to long knowing how she was probably feeling. So he waited about 15 minutes before knocking on her bedroom door.
“Hey, doll.” Bucky spoke once she opened the door.
“Bucky.” Y/n smiled at him but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“I just wanted to say.” he shifted on his feet nervously. Bucky had had a crush on her for awhile, and everyone was pretty sure that Y/n felt the same way. But right now he was concerned about how she was feeling emotionally. Bucky knew what she needed to hear right now. “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”
Y/n’s smile grew, not much but enough for Bucky to know she appreciated his statement. “Thank you Bucky.” She responded blushing.
“Your welcome, Doll.” Bucky replied with a soft smile and tinted cheeks from blushing also.
“You want to come in and watch some movies? I really need a nap but I don’t want to be alone right now. I could put on a movie.” Y/n offered softly, having a crush on him and not knowing exactly if he felt the same she was nervous he’d reject her offer.
“Sure. Of course Y/n/n.” Bucky smiled softly. Once Y/n opened the door wider, letting Bucky enter. Once he took off his shoes the two Avengers with horrible pasts got cozy in her bed. Y/n turned on a movie, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with the comfort of Bucky’s presence.
Taglist: @gruffle1 @padawancat97 @starkleila
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marvelstarker-mha98 · 8 months
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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 19: Help
Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Happy hogan, tony stark & Pepper potts, Pepper potts & Happy Hogan, Tony stark/Pepper Potts, Nick fury & Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Clint, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark, The avengers. Summary: Avengers (minus thor) talk with fury and with a twist. Warning: bullet, anger and flashback Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique
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(imagine Minus Thor and steve in the picture with rhodey, nick fury and maria hill)
A video call had been arranged between everyone upon hearing the news of your revival.
Tony, Pepper, and Happy were in the jet; Rhodey was in his office; Bruce and Clint were in Avengers Tower; and Natasha, Hill, and Fury were in a hideout while waiting for the Triskelion deal to blow over. No one was feeling too excited about the meeting.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Tony asked Fury, his tone full of anger and hurt.
"Stark, I assure you the circumstances were-" Fury tried to talk, only to be cut off.
"I'm sick of your circumstances! You had no right to keep her from me! I thought she was dead. Do you know what that does to someone? Do you even have any idea how much it hurts?"
"She wasn't safe."
"She would have been with me!"
"Tony has a point." Bruce spoke up. "I think she would've been safe in the Tower."
Tony nodded, pointing to him. "Thank you, Jolly Green."
"I'm sorry." Fury said in an exasperated tone. "When we found her, the initial plan was to bring her to you. She was the one who refused."
"Why?" Pepper asked.
Her expression was sad. She missed you so much.
"She was worried about the people who were after her." Fury tried to explain. "It was her belief that they would target the ones she loved and so she chose to start a new life."
"It worked." Natasha commented, genuinely impressed with how long you had managed to hide.
"Who knew?" Tony asked.
"That doesn't matter." Fury told him.
"Who knew?" He repeated more sternly.
The director sighed. "Agent Hill, myself, and Agent Coulson."
"Coulson?" Several people questioned at once.
"Coulson knew?" Tony mumbled, quite surprised. "How?"
"He was the one who found her." Hill said.
He scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't believe this."
"Tony-"
"No, I actually don't believe this. Someone's gotta be lying to me."
Happy then surprised everyone by speaking up in their defense. "They're not lying, Tony."
"What?"
"They're telling the truth."
"How would you know?"
"Because I saw her myself."
The following silence was deafening. No one dared speak up, too concerned with Tony's reaction.
The man himself slowly turned to face his friend, not sure of how to react. "I'm sorry, please repeat that."
Happy sighed. "(Y/n) visited me in the hospital last year after the Mandarin bombing."
Again, he got mad. "This is ridiculous! Why does everyone seem to know my daughter is alive but me?"
Pepper put a hand on his arm to try and calm him down. It worked a little bit, he did stop pacing to sit down with her, but he still looked livid.
"How..." He hesitated, struggling to process it all. "How was she?"
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"She was amazing." Happy told him, smiling. "She's smart and pretty and she's just like you. Attitude and all."
"So she's literally a mini Stark." Clint commented. "Just what we need."
Natasha shot him a dangerous look and he quickly shut up.
Tony closed his eyes, lowering his head as tears threatened to fall. How one person could feel both mind-numbing sadness and electrifying shock at the same time, he didn't know.
"She wanted to see you." Happy added. "She was scared and confused and told me what Stane did. She said she felt like something bad was going to happen and that she couldn't come back to us yet."
But before he could go on, a beeping alerted everyone to a new presence.
"Sir." JARVIS's voice came through. "I have an urgent message."
Tony, still confused and tired, buried his head in his hands. "What now?"
"I have received news from another artificial intelligence that Miss (Y/n) Stark is in New York City and is in immediate danger. She needs help."
His head shot up and his eyes were wide with surprise.
"Where?" He demanded.
"Footage of the city suggests she is approaching Brooklyn Bridge. She is being pursued by unknown hostiles."
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You cursed as bullets whizzed overhead, ducking and holding onto your wheel with an iron grip.
"Stop shooting bullets at my car!" You yelled at the HYDRA pursuers.
Of course, they didn't listen.
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As you drove along the bridge you had to swerve around all the other cars. You were going too fast and panic was quickly ensuing due to the giant jet firing at the road. Fortunately for you, the car was special. It didn't just fly.
You punched a button and the hood began to lift up, protecting the majority of the car from being stripped bare by the bullets.
Behind you were several agents on motorcycles, all hooded up and covered in black. Guns were strapped to their backs as they chased you, performing the same maneuvers you did to get around the traffic. Due to them being on bikes, they were faster.
You looked for more special additions to your car and checked below the TV pad where a magenta button and steel lever lay.
You remembered something Coulson told you when he gave you this car, something about how if you were ever stuck or needed a way out, that button would show people where you were.
It was a long shot, but you had to risk it. If you were caught, not only would HYDRA get you, but they would get the scepter also. You were scared to death by the precarious predicament you found yourself in, but the scepter was your priority.
You pulled the lever and prayed it would help, only to be extremely confused as a strange whirring sounded from below the car and gradually centered on the trunk. You glanced in the rear-view to see it sliding away and revealing a small cannon pointed towards the sky.
"How did I never notice that?" You asked.
You then pressed the button above the lever and jumped in your seat as a loud bang erupted from the cannon and it shot a mix of red, black, and purple smoke flares. Even if you were constantly on the move in an attempt to escape, at least there was a trail someone could use to track and help you.
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At the Tower, Clint and Bruce were in a hurried conversation about you on the conference call.
Since they were already in New York, they were the best chance you had. Tony was on his way, but he wouldn't arrive fast enough to help you himself.
During the conversation, Bruce noticed something through the windows. It was hard to make out at first due to the glare of the dying sun, but eventually he noticed the plume of colored smoke rising like a signal fire.
"Uh..." He glanced over his shoulder at Clint. "The sky is being weird again."
The archer came over to see what he meant and frowned, his brows furrowed as he observed the phenomenon. Among the purples and blacks and reds were flashes of orange, almost as if a very large gun was being fired.
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He knew what it meant.
"That's her." He informed everybody else, grabbing his bow. "Stark, I'm gonna need a waypoint. As accurate as you can."
"Way ahead of you, Everdeen." Tony replied, already doing just that. "She's passing the bridge. Protect her with your life... Please."
Although he never would have said the words under any other circumstance, Clint nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "You got it, boss."
With that, he left the call.
On the Stark jet, Tony continued to stare into space, his mind running in circles.
"What are you going to do?" Pepper asked, recognizing the look in his eyes.
He looked at her, a spark of determination flaring up. "I'm going after her myself."
She nodded, not wanting to argue. She just wanted you back as much as everybody else. She wanted to see you for herself, to see how much you'd grown, to see if you were still the same stubborn but brilliant girl she loved as her own.
"She's going to be okay, right?" Tony asked.
Pepper nodded a second time, holding his hands in her own. "She will be."
"Promise?"
"I do." She leaned in and kissed him softly. "Bring her home."
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He managed a flicker of a smile before he leaned back and pressed a button on the arm of his seat. From the small button, his suit began to form around him bit by bit and he stood up, taking a few breaths to calm himself. He wanted to help you but the worries that you wouldn't want him back were like storm clouds.
Even though some of his key characteristics were pride and ego, it had come to the point that even he had to admit he had been a horrible father to you. He was just so afraid of you feeling like he did with Howard that he thought isolating you from his life was somehow better, only to realize that was just history repeating itself all over again. He spent sixteen years trying to pretend you didn't exist, and now he would spend the rest of his life trying to make up for that time.
He wanted a daughter again.
It was with a final goodbye to Pepper and Happy that he finally approached the door at the back of the jet. With a carefully typed code it opened just long enough for him to jump out and then shut behind him.
Pepper watched him go with both anxiety and anticipation building up. She trusted him to do whatever he could to save you while not being stupid enough to do something dangerous. Well... She trusted him enough to not get killed in the process at least.
Happy had stayed quiet for the past few minutes, his own nerves going through the roof. He couldn't help feeling like this was somehow his fault. He knew realistically it was a lot of factors, but maybe he should've said something sooner. Maybe they could have gotten to you faster and you wouldn't be running for your life that very second.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
Pepper looked at him, showing a bewildered expression. "What for?"
"(Y/n)..." He took a long gulp of air, clasping his hands together. "If I hadn't... I should've said something."
"Oh, Happy-" "I mean it. She told me she was afraid but I thought I was doing good by keeping the secret. I should've told Tony - or you - anyone! Maybe then she wouldn't be in danger."
"Do you really think she'd want you thinking that? It's not your fault at all."
He shook his head. "When I signed up to be Tony's bodyguard, I signed up to be hers as well. But I expected a narcissistic kid with an ego the size of the continent, I didn't expect her to be so..."
"Sweet? Charming?" Pepper smiled, remembering fondly the first time she met you. "I know."
"What if we lose her before we get her back? Tony is going to hate me."
"He couldn't." She moved over to him so they could talk properly. "You're more than just an employee to him, you know that. You're his friend. Family. I agree that something should've been said sooner, but trust me. We will save (Y/n).
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coltrainbat · 1 year
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I have this platonic request where Steve Rogers is In the future, being on the avengers team, and living in stark tower. Before he joined, he found his little sister, reader In the retirement home. He visits two or three times a week. One day, when he returned from a mission with Sam and bucky. Steve received word from Natasha that his sister passed away. The team comforts him
Family Matters
A/N: Aww this was sad but very sweet! Thank you for your request I hope you liked it. 
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Steve adjusted his tie in the mirror, picking up the bouquet he made his way to the local retirement centre. 
 “Hey Steve!” Molly, the friendly nurse welcomed the striking superhero at the front desk. 
 “Hey Molly, how’s she doing?” Steve smiled nervously at her as they walked down the hall to your room
 “For a 88 year old pretty good, I’ll leave you two to it.” She smiled, scanning him through the facility and opening the door to the luxurious room.
 “This is the 3rd time this week! Shouldn’t you be saving the world or something.” The elderly woman croaked from her bed. Peering her eyes over her book.
 “It’s good to see you too SJ.” Steve pulled up the chair next to her bed, grabbing her wrinkly hand in his young ones.
 “You look good for someone whose 93.” She smirked at him.
 “Yeah, well you were always the better looking one. Mom would always say she saved her best looks for you.”
 “She did and I didn’t need no serum for it… just lots of sunscreen and luck!”  
Her chuckled at his aging sister. While she may be old, he could still see flashes of her golden locks now camouflaged in a sea of grey locks above her head. They say the eyes don’t age and they were right. Her piercing blue orbs still as bright as the last day he saw them before he went off to war. 
 “How you feeling sis?” His eyes turned to concern.
 “I’m old Steve, I aint supposed to feel like I’m 22.”
 “Yeah, I know, I know but how’s your heart? Are they treating it?”  
“It’s still pumping, they keep trying to feed me this stupid medication.” She waved her hand at the bedside table, peppered with Rx bottles. 
 “You gotta take ‘em SJ.” Steve’s tone turned serious as he scolded his sister.
 “Like hell I do! Aint no way I’m interfering with God’s plan for me.”
 When Steve found out SJ (Sarah Jr) was still alive, his first order of business was moving her out of the crappy government retirement home they shoved old timers in who have no family. He got her a room in the best facility in the country with the best doctors and the best care. 
 Steve sighed at his sister’s stubbornness. Doctors were doing their best but without her taking the meds she didn’t have long. 
 “Well, you’re the only family I’ve got left.” Steve grabbed one of the bottles, shaking out two pills into his hand.
 “So, I need you to take the pills, Sarah.” She looked at her brother with a scowl.
 “Please?” Taking the pills from him she gestured for the water on the bedside table. Swallowing the tablets and then sticking her tongue out at him for good measures. 
 “Good girl.”
 The siblings laughed as they talked about the changing world, family members once here now gone and reminisced on happy childhood memories. 
 The sun had gone down and visiting hours were almost up. Steve got up to leave, grabbing his jacket from the chair. 
 “Alright well I’ll see you next Thursday then.”
 “Hopefully.” She gave him a soft smile. He went to exit the room
 “And Steve?”
 “Yeah sis?”
 “Thank you for all this. It’s very cushy. I’m glad to have you back.”
 Steve walked over back to the bed. Kissing his sister on her forehead. 
 “It’s good to be back.” He smiled. “Love you, see you next week! And take your goddamn pills woman!”
 “Love you too.” She whispered as he left the door. 
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Exiting the ship with Bucky, Steve was met with a solemn Natasha, Stark and Bruce at the base of the ship.
 “What’s with the long faces, we came back in one piece didn’t we.” Bucky quipped. 
 “Steve, I… it’s… the retirement home called… It’s SJ...” Natasha choked out, holding back tears.
 Bucky’s face dropped. 
 Steve didn’t even respond, walking straight past all of them towards his car, still in full uniform.
 “Captain.” Stark went to stop him but Bucky put his hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.
 “Let him go.”
 Steve raced into the facility, jogging down the halls until he saw a blotchy faced, Molly at his sister’s door. 
 “Steve, I’m so sorry.” 
 She stepped aside to let him into the room.
 The flowers he brought last week now dead, with fallen petals surrounding the base of the vase. 
 Her bed now neatly made with a singular envelope on top.
 He sat on the bed slowly, patting the now pressed white sheets. 
 He picked up the letter.
 “STEVE” written on the outside in his sisters handwriting. 
 Opening it slowly, he read the contents. 
 Steve, I told you I wasn’t going to interfere with God’s plan and our lord has decided it’s my time. While you didn’t age one bit, some of us did and while I know this pains you, life and death must prevail. If momma saw you now, she’d beam with pride, I’ll make sure to tell her how our little Steve has saved humanity time and time again. I don’t have many possessions and no family besides you. So, while I can’t give you anything material to remember me by, you have my eternal gratitude for making sure my last days on earth was some of the happiest of my life. I think the last time I smiled like I did with you was before you left. Tell Bucky, I love him, and he missed out on taking a dime like me out! 
 While it hurts now, I know you will continue making me proud without me there. I will always be your biggest cheerleader.  
 I love you Stevie.
 Yours truly,
Sarah J Rogers. 
 Tears fell onto the paper, as Steve sat there, letting it drop to the ground. He wept at the loss of his sister.
 Hours later, Steve returned to Stark Towers. The AVENGERS gathered around the table in silence, anticipating his arrival. He entered the room, heads raised waiting for him to speak.
 “She’s gone.”
 Immediately, they all rose to comfort him. Surrounding him in a warm hug. 
 “She was the last bit of family I had.” Steve cried out.
 “That’s just not true buddy.” Tony interjected. 
 “We are a family.” Natasha added. 
 Steve gave the group a soft smile through tears, Bucky coming up to him and embracing him in a hug.
 “Hey, hey, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” Comforting him in a hug as Steve fell into his arms. Tears staining the cold shoulder of his metal arm. 
 The rest of the evening was spent sharing memories of her life as the group laughed and cried, reminiscing on the now gone sister. 
 “Gosh, If I only I ever told her how much I liked her.” Bucky groaned.
 “She knew buddy, she knew.” Steve turned his best friend, smiling. 
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criminallyvenomous · 1 year
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Fighting Leads to Fxxking
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Chapter Nine - Just Eyeliner and a Gun
Ship - Loki x Stark! Reader
Word Count - 1,059
Tw - Therapist Nat and Himbo Thor
Plot - Stark! Reader get stuck watching Loki after the events of 2012. Moments of weakness and bad decisions involving the world's most hated man lead to the worst possible outcome, pregnancy.
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You had spent the night in Nat’s apartment. The couch wasn’t the comfiest for lying down and crying in, but she was rarely home so you forgave her decoration choices, or rather lack thereof.
“What’s going on?” She opened the door, after thoroughly determining you weren’t a spy trying to infiltrate her apartment using your face.
“Tony’s back to his old ways.” You invited yourself in and immediately laid face down onto the couch, already starting your comfort analysis as you sobbed.
“I’m going to kill him. What did he say?” She sat next to you, moving your hair in an attempt to see your face. You tilted to turn your head to her before you answered.
“He thinks he deserves to know who the father is and that this can’t be hard for me because he fought in a war.” You sighed.
“Y/N, trauma isn’t a comparable thing. Everyone’s experiences in life are different and valid.” She reassured you, and it actually made your feel better.
“Thank you.”
“Is Pepper okay?”
“I don’t know. I left before I could tell. He was screaming at her, Nat. He was drinking straight from the bottle. It was just like last time, except this time, I left before I could say anything stupid.”
“That was a smart decision, kid. You prioritized yourself and your baby. Stress is hard on your body, even when you’re not pregnant.” You nodded.
Her bedroom door opened, revealing a man in just his boxers.
“Pregnant? Are you pregnant, Emily?” He questioned. You looked to Nat as she gave you a ‘don’t ask’ expression.
“Go home, Scott.” He agreed and grabbed his belongings, leaving with a handful of clothes, afraid to take the time to get dressed.
“Do I ask?” You snorted, glad you were feeling humor for the first time today.
“Listen, I don’t ask you what you do in your down time.”
“Fair enough.” You both laughed together, enjoying the awkwardness and even embracing it.
“I wish I could drink right now.” You admitted, chuckling as she followed suit.
“I have something better than alcohol. It soothes the soul just right.” She explained and you were concerned, but accepting of whatever Russian trick came to follow.
She grabbed her TV remote and made you close your eyes as she found what she was looking for.
“Welcome back to Love Island!” The TV blasted and you erupted in laughter.
“Hey, there is nothing better than shitty reality TV. You get to get out of your own life for fifty minutes and enjoy watching privileged hotties make stupid decisions.”
The next two days basically concluded entirely of binge-watching the entire season of Love Island and watching random Kitchen Nightmare episodes. You never wondered what Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, did to unwind. Now, you get it. It was just sad she had to leave again, this time for a mission even you weren’t allowed to know the location of.
“Can’t I just stay here by myself?” You pleaded and she laughed.
“Nice try. You’re a barely adult pregnant with some alien spawn, you need a babysitter.” She said as she grabbed her suitcase, it was small enough to fit in carry-on. She explained earlier that she doesn’t need much on the road, just eyeliner and a gun.
“Can’t I get Bruce to come over?”
“No way. I’m not risking him Hulking out over your shared complaining about my furniture.”
“What about Barton?”
“He has a family, Y/N. I already called Thor, stop trying to get out of it.”
“How do you even call him? He’s in outer space. I doubt they have T-Mobile on Asgard.” You raised a valid point.
“I have this weird pager thing that works in space. I don’t what it is or what it does, Fury gave it to me in case of emergencies. He said he didn’t want to bothered with Asgardians for awhile. Maybe a satellite?” She pondered.
“That’s actually kind of cool. But, can’t you stay another day? I don’t want to finish the two-parter Kitchen Nightmares special by myself and I know how much you love Gordon.”
“I stayed an extra day yesterday. I have to go now. The spare keys are in the junk drawer and takeout menus are on the fridge. Just remember-“
“I know, never say Natasha Romanoff lives here. I get it. We’ve gone over your covert spy regulations like ten times by now.”
“It saves lives, Y/N. Now I have to go, give me a hug for good measure.” You walked up to her and she wrapped her arms around you, separating herself to instead kneel in front of you, she placed her hand on your stomach.
“Goodbye, baby Thor. I’ll miss you.” You laughed.
“I think you should know, it’s a girl.” You told her. She stood back up and grabbed you, pulling you into a tighter hug than before.
“I can’t wait to meet her, the future Princess of Asgard.”
She left. Hours later a knock was sounded on the door. You paused the DVR and walked to the peephole, seeing an armored chest at the eye-level. Thor.
“Little Stark! The bearer of an heir!” He greets you as you shush him, ushering him into the apartment.
“Nat said we can’t vocalize any identifiers. Her words, not mine.” You laugh.
“I do not understand the sentiment, but I accept the terms.” He earnestly said, and you laughed internally.
"So, what do you want to do?" You tried to fill the awkward silence.
"Do you wish to buy some garb fit for children?"
"Do you mean go baby shopping?" You corrected, laughing.
"Of course. Shall we?" He asked.
"Uh, I need to shower and get ready. There's a TV with a stocked DVR in the living room."
"There were several words in that sentence that were just letters," He paused, "I shall retire to the room of living." You chucked as you headed towards the bathroom.
Nat had just about every form of self care possible in her cabinet. She had a thorough skin-care regimen that you honestly respected. You overheard Thor become frustrated as he pushed random buttons on the remote, confused by the different channels.
"Aha! I have found something worthy of my efforts." He yelled, triumphantly.
It was the classical music channel.
hope u enjoyed a little adorable nat chapter! dt my bestie rae and her addiction to love island. comment if i should do a taglist? don't choke my little guttersluts - kat.
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"The Confession" - Adam Kelleher + Bruce Wayne
(A/N: Here is Adam and Bruce's confession-of-feelings scene, written for @malafvma's birthday. Happy birthday, Bess, and I hope you enjoy this!)
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ADAM WAS SWEARING OVER HIS burnt fingers when Bruce reentered the cave. He’d figured out a pretty genius idea for a weapon when he hadn’t been able to sleep last night – a mechanism, to be built into the Batman suit, that would release pepper spray into an attacker’s face when triggered – and had started working on it the instant he’d arrived at the cave that night, so excited that he’d kind of failed to realize that the man he was building the weapon for wasn’t even there to be asked whether he wanted it or not. But his fingers had just slipped while he was attempting to solder two pieces of the mechanism together, and now he was clutching his injured hand to his chest, cursing under his breath, as Bruce made his mostly-silent entrance.
Mostly silent, in that Bruce would’ve gone entirely unnoticed by most people until he decided to either speak or start attacking. Adam noticed him, though. He always did.
“Hi,” Adam managed to ground out, fighting the urge to stick his burnt fingers in his mouth. He'd read that saliva was supposed to be able to soothe burns, but he genuinely couldn’t decide whether looking like a complete weirdo in front of his best-friend-turned-crush by jamming his hand in his mouth like a toddler was worth it.
“You hurt yourself,” Bruce observed, sounding concerned. His eyes – those beautiful, thoughtful eyes that Adam had come to love – roved over Adam’s hand and pain-twisted face, and Adam felt his cheeks heat up, the way they always seemed to when Bruce looked at him these days. This time, at least, he could blame it on the fact that he currently felt like someone was pressing a hot poker into his fingers.
God, why hadn’t he brought some water down with him to drink instead of his usual coffee? Wasn’t cold water supposed to draw the heat out of burns? Curse his caffeine addiction, he thought bitterly, as he decided to damn it and stuff the burnt fingers in his mouth, running his tongue over the stinging skin. Curse it to the deepest circle of Hell.
“Was trying to work on a new weapon for the suit,” Adam muttered around his hand, somehow managing to speak pretty coherently despite the fact that he had three fingers in his mouth. To his credit, Bruce’s expression didn’t give any hint of the humor he undoubtedly found in this situation. “Had a great idea for a pepper spray gun built into the chest plate. My hand slipped.”
A few seconds of silence as Bruce took off his helmet, setting it down on the surveillance table with a thunk. Then: “How bad is it?”
Adam gave his friend an arch look, the effect of which was decidedly lessened given his fingers’ current location. “’M not an expert on burn degrees, Bruce. Hurts like a bitch, that’s all I know.”
It was kind of hard to tell through all the grease paint on his face, Adam could’ve sworn Bruce rolled his eyes. Which was fair, he supposed; pain had the tendency to turn him into a bit of a sarcastic bastard.
“Show me,” Bruce quietly requested, stepping closer to Adam’s work table. When Adam didn’t immediately comply, he gestured at the burned hand, the heavy suit gloves making the movement heavy and awkward.
Though he was loathe to do it (his saliva actually did seem to be soothing the pain a bit), Adam slowly drew his fingers out of his mouth, gingerly wiping them on his pant leg before holding them out to Bruce. His suited friend gently took his hand and looked it over, and Adam tried not to flush even further at the fact that Bruce was pretty much holding his hand. He was supposed to be hiding his feelings, damn it, not wearing them on his beet-red skin.
After about half a minute of examining the shiny red skin, Bruce gently set Adam’s hand back onto the table, and Adam tried desperately not to miss the way his friend’s hand had felt in his. Bruce turned away, walking toward one of the other tables in the cave and peeling off the suit’s gloves as he went.
Oh… kay. Was he going to say anything? What was the point of asking Adam how bad his burns were if he wasn’t going to tell the person with the actual burns? Was he just going to get out of the suit and not say anything else? And if he was, what was the point of looking over Adam’s burns at all?
“So,” Adam started, figuring he might as well make conversation if Bruce wasn’t going to say anything. That had pretty much been their dynamic their whole friendship, after all – Bruce would be awkwardly silent because talking to people made him uncomfortable, Adam would awkwardly ramble on because he hated silence, and they would both generally make whatever setting they were in, well, awkward. “How are the relief efforts going downtown? I’ll assume you stopped by there after your little chat with Selina.”
Selina. Adam hadn’t managed to meet the mysterious woman in person during the whole Riddler crisis, but he’d seen the recordings of her gathering intelligence at the Iceberg Lounge, had seen her through Bruce’s contact lenses while he watched his friend work through the cave’s monitors. She was beautiful, he could admit that, and he'd always admired a determined and badass woman. But the way she’d looked at Bruce (and the way he could assume Bruce at looked right back at her) stopped him from crossing the border into liking her. It was completely irrational, he knew that; he had no proof Bruce was even into guys, and even if he was, there was very little chance he’d ever think of Adam the way Adam constantly thought about him. Still, Adam supposed, feelings didn’t have to be rational, even if they were unfair to the person they were directed towards. (Or completely unrequited, but Adam chose not to think about that too much, lest he start to feel that visceral pain in his chest that started whenever he brooded about Bruce for a long period of time.)
“They’re going well,” Bruce responded. His gloves were resting on one of the worktables now, and he was clicking open some kind of small box on said table that Adam hadn’t noticed before. “GCPD’s managed to set up temporary shelters for everyone who lost their homes and can’t go anywhere else, and there's rumors that a construction company in Metropolis has offered to help rebuild the apartment complexes at no cost. I don’t think Mayor Reál’s confirmed anything yet, but plenty of the officers were talking about it.”
“Well, good,” Adam said, and he was about to ask about how the food banks were doing when Bruce shut the mysterious box and turned back around, holding a small jar of white cream and a roll of gauze in his now-bare hands.
Oh. Adam felt like an ass. Of course Bruce was planning to take care of his burns; how could he have thought he wouldn’t even say anything? Bruce had been taking care of him their whole friendship, just as Adam had done his best to take care of the other man, whether one of them was hurt physically or otherwise. Why should he have assumed Bruce would ignore him now?
Because you feel like he’s been ignoring the most important thing between you for two years now, a voice inside Adam whispered. You haven’t exactly been subtle about what you feel for him, and even though he probably just doesn’t notice, you feel like he’s ignoring your feelings on purpose because he doesn’t feel the same way.
Well, that voice could just screw off. Adam forcefully shoved it to the back of his mind as Bruce pulled up a chair on the other side of his worktable and sat down, taking his burned hand back up, even as his neck and cheeks flushed again at the renewed contact.
“Speaking of,” he managed to get out, trying to stop his arm from shaking as Bruce flipped his injured hand over and scooped some white cream from the jar. “How is Selina? The cat ready to keep her claws sharp by scratching Gotham’s unsavory?”
Oh, yeah, Adam, talk to your crush about the beautiful tough woman he no doubt has feelings for. That’s an amazing idea. Best you’ve had yet.
Without answering, Bruce gently smeared some of the white cream onto one of Adam’s burns. He couldn’t hold in a sigh of relief at the cream’s coolness, and almost instantly felt the pain of the wounds beginning to numb as Bruce rubbed the white goop into the inflamed red skin. He wondered exactly what was in the cream that made its relief so fast-acting, and resolved to ask Alfred later; it was probably one of the butler’s concoctions.
“She left,” Bruce said softly, not looking up as he grabbed the roll of gauze and started to unroll it. “Selina,” he clarified when Adam, who had totally lost all thoughts of their conversation in his thinking about the burn cream, didn’t respond. “She’s moving to Blüdhaven.”
“What?” Adam demanded, shocked. He and Bruce had been counting on Selina to stay on as another protector of Gotham’s streets; the whole Riddler fiasco had proven that it wasn’t a good idea for Bruce to keep going with only Adam for technical help and no in-field backup. And unless another vigilante suddenly popped up of their own accord (which Adam doubted, even with public opinion turned largely in the Batman’s favor since the flood), they’d pretty much be back to square one. They needed her. “What the hell? Why?”
“She…” Bruce trailed off as he snipped off a piece of gauze and started carefully wrapping it around one of Adam’s fingers. “She said that Gotham was beyond saving. Basically, that she wasn’t going to waste her time, and that I was wasting mine trying to save this city.”
“Well,” Adam snapped, surprised by the vehemence in his own voice. “She was wrong about that, wasn’t she? Nothing’s beyond saving.”
Even as he said the words, he realized, with no small degree of surprise, just how much he actually meant and believed in them. And from the way Bruce’s eyes flicked up to his face in mild shock, his caped friend realized it as well.
“You really think so?” Bruce questioned. Carefully, like he thought Adam might snap his answer the way he’d just done.
“Well… yeah,” Adam replied, slowly and just as carefully, trying to put his exact thoughts on the matter into words that wouldn’t seem confusing or stupid. “I just… I know you’re never going to be able to completely eliminate crime in Gotham. And I know you know it too.” A pause for Bruce’s nod of assent, then he continued once it was given. “And I know that there’s always going to be crappy people in this city, and that the Riddler probably isn’t the last hell-bent psychopath you’re doing to go up against, and even that sometimes – okay, most of the time – this city can be a real hellhole that makes you wonder how you’re stupid enough to keep living here.”
Okay, he was not making his point very well. Taking a moment to rearrange his thoughts, he took a deep breath and went on. “But despite all of this, the fact that you know all this, too, you still go out there every night. And I keep running surveillance and building your weapons, and Alfred keeps giving you advice, and even Gordon keeps getting you information from the places only he can go. And we’re all gonna keep doing all of those things, as long as we can, because we have hope that this city can be better.” He took another deep breath. Bruce’s eyes had been solidly on his face for the entirety of this little speech, and his face was practically on fire.
“My point is, as long as you and me and Alfred and Gordon, and anyone else who has faith in this city, keeps believing that Gotham can be better, than it still stands a chance. Because as long as even one person believes in something, or someone, there’s always hope. As long as there’s even one person with faith, nothing is beyond saving.” Wincing a little before he spoke the next words, he added, “And if Selina thinks otherwise, then I’m sorry, B, but she’s kind of an idiot.”
There was a solid minute in which the two men did nothing but look in each other’s eyes, Adam breathing slightly hard from the power of his speech as Bruce watched him with a blank expression. Adam considered speaking up to change the subject, given that he didn’t really know how Bruce was supposed to respond to something like that, but all of a sudden, a warmth entered Bruce’s beautiful eyes, and a soft smile tugged up the corners of his mouth.
“You really are the best person I know,” the caped man murmured, and all of a sudden Adam’s face was on fire again, because Bruce was looking at him with a look in his eyes that was almost… reverent. Which was nice, really, the kind of look that threatened to coat his insides with pure sunshine, but he genuinely couldn’t bear to have Bruce look at him that way, knowing his best friend wasn’t looking at him through the same lenses with which Adam had been looking at him for the past two years: a sweet lens, clear, but coated with soft feelings and genuine love.
“Well,” Adam responded, forcing an amused scoff and eying his now-gauze-wrapped fingers, wiggling them to test their mobility. “Kind of a pity about Selina, though. You two would’ve made one hell of a dynamic duo.” He let out a little chuckle, this one only half-forced. “The Bat and the Cat, imagine. We would've only needed to find someone with a hat-themed vigilante theme, and you guys wouldn't even have to fight. The criminals would've laughed themselves to death.”
It was the kind of stupid joke that normally would’ve gotten a soft laugh out of Bruce, but this time Adam’s friend didn’t make a sound. He just fixed his eyes on Adam’s face, with a newly blank expression that made Adam fear he’d accidentally said something wrong.
“You think I have feelings for her,” Bruce intoned quietly, seriously. His eyes locked onto Adam’s, and so intense was the look in them that Adam found himself unable to look away. “Selina.”
Oh, Adam did not want to have this conversation. Not now, not ever, really. Still, he was Bruce’s best friend, and it was his duty as such to listen to Bruce talk about the people he had feelings for, so he plastered on a half-smile, trying to ignore the sudden way his stomach was aching.
“Well, I can’t say I blame you,” Adam said, trying to sound like his heart wasn’t about to be cleaved in two. “I mean, she’s badass, and pretty, and she’s not afraid to put you in your place. Maybe not my type, but I can see where you’re coming fr-”
“Adam,” Bruce interrupted firmly, giving Adam’s wrist a short squeeze to get him to stop talking. “It’s not Selina. It was never Selina. It’s you.”
And for a moment, Adam sincerely thought he was going to asphyxiate, because at those words, the air rushed straight out of his lungs and he could not breathe. And even when he was finally able to draw breath again, he could feel it coming in short, shallow gasps, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Bruce, who was now looking at him with no small measure of concern.
He could not have just heard that right. He absolutely could not have. There was no way Bruce Wayne, caped savior of Gotham and his best friend since they were eleven years old, could possibly have admitting to having feelings for him.
“I – what – me?” he couldn’t help gasping, even though Bruce was bound to think he was being stupid, mishearing his friend so badly. Thinking, even for a second, but Bruce might have feelings for him over Selina.
And then Bruce said, “You,” and, well, Adam didn’t completely lose his breath again, but it was close. Dear God, he had heard him right. Bruce Thomas Wayne had just confessed feelings for him, Adam Benjamin Kelleher.
Holy actual literal shit.
“Me?” he whispered again, still having trouble forcing himself to believe it. It was as if his train of thought had slammed into a brick wall, so that the only thing he could thing was his most recent, incredulous thought: Bruce fucking Wayne has feelings for me.
Bruce’s eyes still wouldn’t let Adam’s go, even as the other man reached up to shove a lock of slightly sweaty hair out of his face. “It’s always been you,” Bruce admitted, and then he broke eye contact, looking at Adam’s wrapped hand on the table, and suddenly he sounded… shy?
Okay, why the hell was Bruce shy? Adam was the one who’d spent literal years pining for his best friend, convinced he could never have him because, for one, Bruce didn’t even like guys (except that he somehow did! And had never told his best fucking friend!), and for another thing, Bruce was way out of his league. He was the smart one, the athletic one, Gotham’s favored orphan. And what was Adam? A scrawny little nerd with an unnatural affinity for acrobatics, an awkward, anti-social tinkerer whose own father had never thought him worthy of anything.
And while Adam didn’t believe he wasn’t worthy of anything – that was a bit excessive, really – he certainly wasn’t worthy of Bruce.
“But why?” Adam demanded, unable to stop the words from bursting out. “Why me?”
Okay, wrong thing to say, because now Bruce was frowning in that determined way he did whenever Adam made a self-deprecating joke or muttered, after experiencing a failure with an invention, that maybe his father had been right. It was a frown that very clearly said, I care about you and you’ve put yourself down, so now I’m going to bring you all the way up. Whether you like it or not.
“Adam,” Bruce said, in a tone that left no room for argument. Now he was locked on Adam’s eyes again, and this time Adam was cursing those baby browns, because he really wanted to stare at his lap right now.
“I meant what I just said,” Bruce continued. “You are the best person I know. You’ve been with me through everything. You know me inside and out, and you’ve seen all my broken spots and been there for the dark patches, and you’re still here. You’re the only one who’s still here, besides Alfred, when everyone else has either died or left willingly. I know you. I can count on you. I trust you. And you know I don’t trust a lot of people.”
Here, Bruce paused for breath, the same way Adam had when making his earlier speech. “But it’s more than you just being here. You’re…” He paused again, this time to let out an amused huff and crack a small smile. “You’re amazing, Adam. You’re smart, and you’re funny, and you’re understanding and a good listener, and you’re… you’re just good.” Bruce gently reached out and took Adam’s uninjured hand, which was lying on the table next to his bandaged one. “Plus, your looks don’t exactly hurt.”
Adam let out a wet chuckle at that, and it was only then that he realized he was crying. Embarrassed, he went to wipe his damp cheeks with his bandaged hand, the one Bruce wasn’t holding, but Bruce beat him to it. Gently, so gently Adam had to bite back a sob, the other man raised the hand that wasn’t holding Adam’s and wiped a fresh tear from his face with a feather-light touch.
“I know you don’t believe all that yet,” Bruce said, in the most tender voice Adam had ever heard him use. “But I swear, Adam, whether you feel the same way about me or not, I’ll remind you of all those things every day until you believe them. Because whether you feel the same or we stay just friends, you’re worth it. You’re always worth it.”
God, what had Adam ever done to earn this man? This beautiful, courageous, perfect man sitting across from him, looking like a dark angel in his armor and face paint as he wiped Adam’s tears and said everything Adam had always wanted to hear.
No, Adam didn’t deserve Bruce. And he never would. But he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try to every day.
“Of course I feel the same way, B,” Adam choked out, leaning into the hand on his cheek like a contented cat. “You massive idiot.” Unable to stop himself, he let out another wet laugh. “God, you realize this was the worst possible way to come out to me, right? You can’t just tell me you like men by telling me you have feelings for me, you’re lucky you didn’t give me a heart attack.”
“I know,” Bruce replied, giving him a smile that was so soft and so fond that the lump in Adam’s throat returned in full force. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well,” Adam sniffled, wrapping his fingers around Bruce’s and feeling, for all the world, like his hand had been sculpted for the sole purpose of fitting with his best friend’s. “I might be inclined to forgive you. You’re also lucky I’m a nice person.”
“I am,” Bruce agreed, dropping his hand from Adam’s face to gently take his bandaged hand. “I really am.”
They didn’t kiss that night, despite the fact that Adam had never wanted anything more. A few minutes later, Adam would take a wet cloth and gently, slowly, wipe the grease paint from Bruce’s face, neither of them ever breaking eye contact, but that was as intimate as things got. But so much was exchanged in the few hours that they spent in that cave, no one to interrupt them, alone together. Not so much words, really – they hardly spoke – but so many feelings that had been festering for a long period of time were released into the air and multiplied, strengthened by the knowledge that these two broken, brave, hopeful men had finally gotten over themselves long enough to see what was in front of them.
That night, the Batman didn’t take to the streets until almost two in the morning, hours after he normally set out for patrol. But despite that, everyone who faced him noticed an extra spring in his step, an added determination behind his punches.
The Batman was now more determined than ever not to lose faith that his city could improve. After all, he couldn’t go against the wisdom of the man he loved, now, could he?
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@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.
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Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.
This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.
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"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."
Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.
With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."
I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.
"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.
What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.
The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.
Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.
Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.
Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.
"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.
Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.
"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.
"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.
"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.
My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.
The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.
"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.
"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.
"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.
It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.
"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.
"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.
She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"
Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.
"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.
I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...
"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.
"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.
She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.
The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.
Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.
In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.
Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.
Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.
"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.
"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.
"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"
Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.
"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.
"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.
"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."
Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.
I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.
"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.
The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.
Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.
Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.
I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.
I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.
His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.
There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.
When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.
"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.
God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.
Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.
The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.
He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.
Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."
Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.
"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.
Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.
"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.
My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.
Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.
"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.
A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.
I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.
"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.
"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.
"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.
Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.
He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.
The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.
"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.
The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.
My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.
I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.
My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-
Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.
A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.
"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."
"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.
Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.
My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"
"Yeah," My mouth watered.
"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.
I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.
In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.
"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.
I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.
Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.
"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.
In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.
"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.
I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.
Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.
Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.
"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.
"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.
He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.
"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"
"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.
"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.
Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.
"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.
The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.
The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.
Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.
"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."
Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.
I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.
"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.
"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.
"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.
He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.
"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.
"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-
Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-
Oh.
"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.
"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.
"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.
We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.
"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.
Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.
I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.
"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.
Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.
A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.
"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.
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Prompt: Bruce x reader soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you appears on your body.
Pairing: Bruce Banner x reader 
Warnings: very slight angst (internal, self-doubt), like one curseword 
Word count: ~1400
A/N: Likes, reblogs, and feedback makes my heart happy <3 Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own! 
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**i don’t own marvel** **not my gif** 
It wasn’t ideal, really. But it also could have been worse. He’d seen soulmate marks that were insults, curses- some really downright vile things, so it definitely could have been worse. That didn’t mean looking down to his wrist and seeing the words “That physically hurt me” didn’t fill his chest with anxiety. 
He’s hurt a lot of people in his lifetime. A walking mass of destruction with no limits, a time bomb of green that seemed to go off at all the wrong times. 
He couldn’t imagine getting the privilege of meeting his soulmate only to hurt him or her, to see the utter fear in their eyes that he’s seen in so many others. To cause them pain by his actions, to have to live with himself after it- what if it was bad? What if those were the last words they would speak not only to him, but to anyone at all?
The thought of it alone kept him up some nights- a faceless body puppeteering his dreams, causing him to wake up sweaty and breathless and a little green around the edges.
He usually kept a wristwatch over the words, it wasn’t uncommon for people to keep their marks private. Less likely that someone twisted would try to fake a meeting. The only person he had shown was Tony, who tried his best to calm his anxieties (His own wrist had Pepper’s iconic “Wow, you really are an asshole”  after coming for an interview and finding him half naked and hungover in his office. They had been happily married for two years now) 
So, he tried not to worry- he really did, but every time he would take his watch off to sleep or shower the harsh black words on his wrist made his head spin with the possibilities of what was to come. 
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He hated parties. Didn’t matter the occasion. Being in a loud, crowded room with warm bodies and fake smiles dripping with complementary liquor- it made him and the other guy incredible antsy. 
Despite knowing how much Bruce despised parties, and the threat that he was putting everyone in attendance in, Tony managed to drag him to nearly every single event he hosted. 
This time it was a charity event, Stark Enterprise making some big donation to a charity to clean up a little of the bad publicity and backlash the last Avengers battle had created. 
That being so, alongside his teammates was a pool of unfamiliar faces. He nursed his drink and surveyed the room, heart pounding as his feet did an antsy shuffle. 
Steve and Bucky were playing pool against Sam and Natasha, Thor and Rhodey were trading stories with important looking men in crisp suits, Pepper was making small talk with some of the women from the charity board, and Tony was no where to be found; ultimately, Bruce was on his own. 
Logically, he knew that, and yet he had the feeling that he wasn’t. He felt a pair of eyes on him from the side, and turned to see a pretty woman sitting at the bar, nursing a drink and stealing a glance at him. 
She gave a polite smile before ducking her head and turning away, clearly not expecting to have been caught. Or- maybe she had wanted to be caught? He wasn’t very good with these kinds of things. 
“That’s Y/N Y/L/N, she works on the head committee of the charity.” Tony says, appearing seemingly out of nowhere and making Bruce nearly spill his drink. “Jesus Tony- don’t sneak up on me like that,” he yelped, running his hands through his hair and trying to calm his raising pulse. Tony simply ignored him and continued speaking.
“Spoken with her a few times- super nice, uses big words I don’t understand. Right up your ally,” he said with a wink. “Go talk to her” he ordered, giving him a slight shove in her direction. 
“No- no! Tony, I don’t.. I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He fought, before Tony interrupted him- “Uh uh, no if ands or buts mister, I’m tired of seeing you sulking at these things.  She’s smart. She’s pretty. You’re smart. You look half way decent cleaned up, go talk to her.” and with a final shove from Tony he decided to give in, blowing out a sigh and downing the rest of his drink. 
He tried to calm his heart rate as ran his fingers through his unruly hair, wishing he had put a little more effort into getting ready today. He slowly made his way to stand by the bar where the woman was sitting, giving her a shy smile as she turned to acknowledge his presence. 
Panic. Panic. Panic. “So, uh, you come here often?” He stuttered out, immediately cringing and wishing he was still in his bed- or curled up in a ditch and dead, whichever would come quicker. God, he couldn’t believe he just said that!
She snorted into her drink, nose scrunching into a cringe and she shook her head at his awful line,
“That physically hurt me. Ouch, oh god you really need to work on your flirting skills, if that’s what that even was.” She started laughing before turning her head to meet his stunned gaze, his jaw practically on the floor.
“You’ll catch flies like that” she chuckles nervously. 
“S-sorry, I just, can you say that again?” He stutters out. 
“You’ll catch flies..?” 
“No no, before that. You- you said I hurt you.” 
“Oh, I meant- I didn’t mean- its just a saying,” she tries to explain before he cuts her off.
“No no, I get that, I just..” He quickly undoes his watch and turns over his wrist, showing the dark black words matching her exact phrasing. Her own jaw drops this time, eyes going wide before her mouth snaps shut and she gives him the smallest smile. She turns over her own wrist, the words reading “So, you come here often?” and he laughs, he laughs with a big dopey smile on his face- almost afraid to believe this could actually be happening.
“You’re not the first guy to say that to me, but you’re the only guy who’s had my words in return” She says with a smile. 
“God I- I’m so sorry you had to go for so many years with that god awful pickup line on your wrist” he laughs. 
“No I’m sorry you had to walk around with my words, I’m sure you’ve gotten some weird looks for that one,” she replies. He gives her an almost sad smile, “I was the only one who seemed to be concerned”
Her face slightly falls before she composes it, holding out her hand for him to shake, “Y/N” she introduces herself. 
“Bruce” he replies with a small smile. 
“So, do you come here often?” She says with a smirk. 
He gives a chuckle, “Yeah, yeah actually. I live right upstairs and am usually forced to attend these things by our generous host.” he says with a chuckle.
“You live in the tower? What are you, an avenger?” She jokes, clearly teasing before his face answered the question for him. “Oh shit, you’re actually an avenger. Are you the one in the star spangled spandex or the big green one?” She teases, but she could see his shoulders tense. 
“Yeah, that would be me. The big ugly green one” 
She frowns at his choice of words and tone, “Hey, I never said ugly. I always thought that guy was ruggedly handsome in a strange, green sort of way” 
He puffs out a breath and shakes his head. 
“What?” She asks, shoving his shoulder with her own. 
“I uh, I have a kind of.. complicated life. I was honestly expecting you to run at the first mention of the big guy,” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I uh, I was always worried that the first words spoken to me by my soulmate would be after he had hurt them somehow.” He finally raised his head to meet her eyes, expecting hesitancy or fear- and yet her eyes were free from judgment. 
“Well, they weren’t. Just tipsy teasing. And I’m not planning on running yet, but we did just meet. Buy me a drink and maybe I’ll change my mind afterwards” she said with a wink, and all he could do was give her a dopey smile in return. There she was, this beautiful, sharp-witted girl that he was so worried he would scare off, subtly doing her best to make sure he was at ease. 
“Yeah, yeah I’ll buy you a drink. On one condition.” He said to her.
“And what is that?” She asked, quirking one brow. 
“Go to dinner with me tonight.” He said smoothly. 
Her lips quirked into a small smile, “I’ll be there” 
He smiled and signaled for the bartender to fill up their glasses as he slid into the seat next to her, brushing his shoulder against hers with a playful smile. 
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Bruce Banner x Female!Civilian!Reader: Oh My Dear [Ch. 4]
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Summary: For [F Name] [L Name], Manhattan was nothing but a hellhole. She got out and wasn’t ever coming back. When a set of cut-rate superheroes tears the city apart, however, her grandmother sucks her back into that familiar life of loneliness and angry customers. Even worse, one of those superheroes has decided to use [Name] in another crazy plan to “help” his best friend. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Tony’s plan just might work-if only for a few months.
Challenge:  “#1 AVENGERS ULTIMATE CHALLENGE!!!!“ by DancingBubbles on Lunaescence Archives.
Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; manipulative friends who won’t take no for an answer; dead parents; difficult relationships with family members; some language that might border on verbal abuse from a family member; angst; contrived coincidences; a generally unresearched depiction of paraplegia; set post-Avengers (2012) and pre-Age of Ultron; Tony & Bruce friendship)
Pairings: Bruce Banner/Female!Reader; Tony Stark/Pepper Potts; Past!Bruce Banner/Betty Ross
Tag List: @imaginesfire​
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Chapter 4: With Friends Like These
Bruce waited until he heard the faint churning of the elevator before he took a deep breath and ducked back into the laboratory. Things there remained in exactly the same place, almost as if he had never left to begin with. Tony stood in one dimmed corner, his brown eyes narrowing and widening as he poked at one of the screens hanging in midair. Probably still busy trying to find that error in the programming code. No one wanted JARVIS to get a virus, after all.
Busy was how Bruce preferred Tony at the moment. Bruce’s heart was hammering hard enough to be a threat, and his friend’s distraction would give him some time to focus on peeling the skin from his orange until his pulse slowed somewhat.
Of course, Tony could never be deterred for long. Not if he knew doing so would be of some convenience to someone else. “Hey,” he said with a glance in Bruce’s direction. “Bring me back a snack?”
“Sorry, no.”
“What, we out of grapefruit already?”
Bruce chuckled, slowly pulling pith of the fruit in his hand. After his chance encounter with the grocery woman, his appetite seemed to have flown south for the winter. Tony, if he found out, would just laugh–or worse, want to fix it. The silence would probably be a hint, though, so Bruce rolled his eyes at the ceiling and spoke as casually as he could:
“Dinner will be in a couple of hours.”
“You know I don’t do meals.”
“You should. Pepper gets annoyed when the food gets sent back.”
“By annoyed, do you mean ‘hot and bothered’?”
“You’re impossible.”
“As impossible as you when you’re trying to avoid being questioned about something?”
Bruce looked up to see Tony staring straight at him. There wasn’t a smile on the man’s face, although he didn’t look particularly concerned either. Trouble. Definitely trouble. After a quick, nervous twitch of his mouth, Bruce went back to his orange. By then, most of the fruit was exposed, but he still needed something to do with his hands.
“Bruce. C’mon. What happened? Did Pepper say something?” Tony asked.
“About what?” He shook his head. “Pepper wouldn’t say anything to bother me.”
“Then what happened? You’re being all secretive.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Tony–”
“Bruce.”
His brown eyes swept up once again toward the ceiling. No cobwebs, but that wasn’t the point. A sharp breath slipped from between his lips as Bruce lifted a hand and tugged it agitatedly through his curly hair. “Really, Tony. It isn’t anything. Let’s just make sure this update of yours won’t wreak any havoc. The last thing we need is JARVIS going rogue.”
“The problem isn’t that bad.” Tony walked toward Bruce, whose eyes skittered back toward his forgotten snack. “Just tell me, or I’ll have to get Fury to lend me some of that truth serum.”
“Fury doesn’t have access to truth serum.”
“You don’t know that, so the threat stands.”
The two of them stood like that, only a foot a part, for nearly an entire minute. In the expectant silence, Bruce tried desperately to concoct a believable lie. Dozens entered his mind, but fluttered out just as quickly. It wasn’t easy to lie to man like Tony Stark. With orange pith covering his fingers, Bruce took a moment to shift the fruit to his other hand before he finally spoke:
“I just…” He shrugged and looked down at the empty black counter next to him. “Ran into someone in the kitchen. It was no big deal.”
Tony leaned one elbow on said counter. “A workman?”
“No, I–I’m just being stupid. Forget it, Tony.”
“No, I will not forget it,” Tony said as he wagged a stern finger in Bruce’s face. “I want you to like living here. Spit it out, big man.”
Bruce heaved a sigh so heavy that his shoulders dropped an inch. When Tony continued to watch him expectantly, he waved his orange in the air and then answered, “The girl. From the grocery store.”
“Yeah, Pepper said she was coming over.” Tony’s brow furrowed with confusion. “What’s the matter?”
“You couldn’t have told me?”
“Why would I?”
“So I could have avoided her?”
The furrows deepened. “I don’t follow.”
The orange traveled from one hand to the other then back again as Bruce took several deep breaths. Tony wasn’t going to appreciate what he was about to say. But if Bruce didn’t say it, Tony wasn’t going to let up. He was well and truly tapped.
“I don’t want people knowing where I live, Tony,” Bruce said slowly, almost reluctantly.
Tony’s dark eyes narrowed as he arched his eyebrows and pulled up one corner of his mouth. “Bruce–” he began.
“Tony, don’t.” Bruce shook his head, and, finally, pulled out a segment of orange and placed it in his mouth. “I know you think I’m being silly, but trust me. I’m not.”
While he waited for Tony to come up with a rational response, Bruce bit down. Juice flooded his mouth, assuring him that, yes, his appetite had entirely left him. Seven months with no military after him didn’t mean that he could just get over his life patterns. Already his brain buzzed with packing plans, thoughts of how to get out of the country without notice, questions of where he could go that he had not been already.
“Why is it so bad that the grocery girl saw you?” Tony wanted to know.
“I…” Bruce paused, his now empty mouth working at some unformed answer. He’d already been over the problem with Tony time and time again. At first, things had been okay, but Tony wouldn’t stop pushing. Bruce knew, really, that all Tony wanted was what was good for him, but in that case, he couldn’t be more wrong about what was good for Bruce. “What if she tells someone?” he asked at last.
Tony’s eyebrows raised nearly into his hairline. “Who’s she going to tell?”
“One of her customers? Some news program? The military?” Bruce walked twitchily around the counter and took another bite of orange.
“Who does she know that’s in the military?” Tony wanted to know. “She works at a fruit stand.”
“You don’t know if she doesn’t know anyone in the military.”
“Why would she tell anyone? She doesn’t know who you are.”
“You can’t know that.”
“But I can make an educated guess.”
“That’s not enough!” Bruce froze as a familiar ripple of heat ran along the length of his body. His heart pounded raggedly in his ears; red seemed to swim across his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut and counted to ten. One of the nice things about Tony was that Bruce could get as agitated as he wanted. Tony wouldn’t run or lock him up or call anyone in to “take care of things.” But if Bruce let his moment of anger pass, all the little things that happened afterward would be in danger of setting him off just as badly. He didn’t want to repay Tony for his freedom by grinding him into a greasy smear on the floor.
After about thirty seconds, Bruce opened his eyes. Tony remained right where he had left him, looking entirely nonchalant as he drew patterns with his fingers on the surface of the table. “Everything under control?”
“Yeah,” Bruce said, although his voice shook. “Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize to me.”
“I know. But I still want to.”
“If you must,” Tony said in his most pained voice. “At any rate, you were saying that my educated guess–which, if you look at how often my educated guesses prove right, is true–isn’t enough for you.”
“Can’t we talk about something else now?”
“Not until we solve this problem, big guy.”
“Look, I just feel more comfortable being anonymous. I like being here. I can work on all these projects, talk to you and Pepper, sleep underneath a roof every night. But I can’t do those things if anyone finds out where I’m at. They’ll send people to take me. They always do.”
“And we’ve got measures in place to take care of that. Fury isn’t going to let anyone come after you either.”
“I trust Fury about as far as I can throw him–as do you, as if I have to remind you.”
“No reminder necessary. But still. What can we do to convince you it’s safe here?”
“You can’t.”
“Bruce, you can’t live the life of a hermit forever.”
“Sure I can.”
Tony gave him a look-one of those that he was so adept at making, the kind that made everyone around him feel like a kindergartner, no matter their IQ. “No, you can’t.”
“And why not?”
“Because I said so.”
Bruce lifted his eyes heavenward. At least that seemed to be the end of it, for Tony fell silent, his gaze locked onto a diagram pinned to the back wall. Before Tony spoke again, Bruce’s orange disappeared into his butterfly-filled stomach. Once the last bite was swallowed, he rubbed his hands and glanced back over toward the lab table he’d abandoned nearly thirty minutes ago. Perhaps it was time to take another crack at that formula.
“A-ha!” Tony interrupted any such plans by snapping and throwing a triumphant finger toward the ceiling. “I’ve got it!”
“Got what?” Bruce asked. He didn’t like the sound of that.
“An idea.”
“Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes!” Tony strode around the table and took Bruce by the shoulders. “You are going to go out on a date.”
“What?” Bruce asked, after an appropriate amount of stunned silence.
“It’s brilliant–as are all of my ideas, really. We’re going to set you up on a date with the grocery girl. You go out, you talk, you find out she doesn’t have any plans to get you locked up in some high-tech cage, you kiss, you have sex, you go home happy.”
One by one, Bruce peeled Tony’s hands off his shoulders. “No.”
“Why not?” Tony demanded in a tone that suggested he might have stomped his foot at the same time, had he been a fourteen-year-old girl.
“Because I don’t want to talk, kiss, or have sex with her.”
“Why not?” Tony repeated.
“Why would I? I don’t even know this girl.”
“Thus the date. Pardon the colloquial, but, duh.”
“I’m not going out on a date, Tony. Not with the girl from the grocery store, not with the secretary downstairs, not with one of your interns, not with anyone.”
“Oh, come on. Why not?”
This time, Bruce gave Tony one of his own looks of extreme disbelief. “Have you met my enormous green rage monster?”
“When was the last time you had an incident again?”
“It doesn’t matter. The point is that he’s always there.”
“That’s not the only reason you won’t go,” said Tony shrewdly.
“Oh? And what’s the other reason?”
“You’re still not over Betty.”
Bruce’s heart sped again in his chest, but this time it was not with anger. For a moment, the room seemed to spin. Then he leaned his back against the table and crossed his arms over his chest. “No,” he said simply, “I’m not.”
“And that’s why you need this. I’m not asking you to marry this lady or anything. I just think it would be a good idea if you went out and had a bit of fun. Betty is happy now, isn’t she? You can’t spend your whole life punishing yourself for disappointing her.”
“There are an awful lot of things I’m not allowed to do according to you.”
“Right.” Tony didn’t argue. “And one of those things is weaseling out of this date.”
“I’m not going on a date.”
“You are if I say you are.”
At last, Bruce had had enough. He threw his hands up in the air and stalked from the room. “I’m going to talk to Pepper. At least she’s sane.”
“Sane is relative term, Bruce!” Tony shouted after him.
Bruce, however, had disappeared, already off on his quest to find someone to complain about Tony to. But it was too late. No one ever could discourage Tony once he’d made his mind up about something.
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When I’m Reborn - Four
Abraham Erskine: I am looking for qualities beyond the physical. 
Summary | After Thanos is defeated, the man you’ve loved is stripped of his super soldier form and returned back to his pre-serum body. As he mourns the loss, Steve turns his ire on you as he copes and searches for a way to turn back to the man he was once was.
A/N: Dark! Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Female Reader.
18+ There will be non-con, Munchausen syndrome by proxy, violence and because it’s me, angst and a twist ending. Chapter Four begins the start of the tumble through the rabbit hole.
This is an idea based on this fantastic work of art, which I will continue to re-blog. As always, I love comments and re-blogs! Thank you for reading along if you are!
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Your stomach was in knots as you wiped your mouth, wishing the nausea would go away. There was nothing left to give, the retching painful as it made you shiver. The harsh light in the bathroom hurt your eyes and your hand slid up to the switch with what remaining strength you had left, while you heard Steve behind you.
“I bought you some seltzer and crackers,” Steve informed you quietly, your eyes closing in relief as the lights were turned off by his hand. “Probably a stomach bug. Let’s get you out of these clothes and into bed.”
Steve had been at your bedside since you woke up from your nap, surprised to see him still there when you opened your eyes. It had been a mad dash to the bathroom, your stomach roiling before you barely made it, dropping to your knees and clutching the toilet bowl as you purged whatever you had left in your body. The nausea made you shudder, your nose sniffling as your eyes teared up.
He helped you to your feet, small arms gripping your upper arm to steady you while you tried your best not to lean against him, in the fear that you would topple both of you over. The walk down to your shared bedroom was torture. Your limbs were heavy, your stomach sore from the amount of muscle contractions and your lips were chapped. You desperately wanted to brush your teeth, eyeing your bathroom as Steve helped you inside the room.
You were grateful to have him there. Without him, you were sure you would still be sitting on the bathroom floor, hoping that your sickness would go away. He helped you out of your clothes, helping you lift your arms as he put on a fresh t-shirt. Your body was sore, arms dropping to your sides onto the bed as you leaned back against the pillows, Steve lifting your legs carefully onto the bed.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered to him, his hand sweeping his hair off his forehead before he shook his head.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do,” Steve admitted, dropping down next to you gently. “I always have a plan. I don’t have one now. How can I? Everything I knew, everything I was, is gone.”
“It isn’t gone,” you responded gently. “The body is gone, the framework of what you became disappeared. But you’re still you. They can’t make people do what’s right. That comes from you. It always has.”
“I don’t feel like that guy. Not now. That guy, who led a team and could do anything, go anywhere? He’s gone and replaced with this. Endless doctor’s appointments and a sea of medication. I know you moved your things under the sink to make room for my pills. I’m on medication schedule, not even my own,” Steve breathed harshly. “It’s worse now than when it was back in the 40s. One pill now means I take four more to offset whatever other side effects it has. Makes me remember how vulnerable I used to be all over again.”
The sadness and anger in his voice made you reach for him, your hand slowly finding his as you gripped it. Steve’s poor circulation meant his hand was freezing when you took it, goosebumps trailing up your arms at the feel of it.
“It’ll work out, Steve. You just have to…” you trailed off; your body tired.
“What’s the matter?” Steve’s voice was filled with concern, his other hand closing on top of yours.
“Tired,” you managed to reply, your eyes closing. “I’ve been up all night.”
“Rest,” Steve urged, pulling up the blankets and tucking them around you. “I’m going to call Bruce and see if he has any news. I’ll come check in on you in a little.”
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Steve’s voice woke you as you heard him pace the hallway. You didn’t move, save for stretching out your arms and legs to see if they were still sore. There was some lingering ache but sleep had made you feel better.
“I appreciate the offer, Pepper. I really do,” Steve quipped as he passed the slightly opened door.
You pulled yourself up slowly, head still spinning slightly before you closed your eyes to settle yourself.
“I’d rather be out there. Yes, I’ll think it over again but I don’t think my position on it will change. Yes, I’ll let you know.”
You heard him sigh before he pushed the door open to see you sitting on the bed.
“You’re up,” Steve observed with surprise. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. Just a few aches. Is everything okay? You sounded upset.”
Steve frowned, looking down at the phone in his hand.
“Pepper wants me to become a consultant. Sit in all the meetings, come up with ideas and plans for the team.”
“That sounds good,” you reasoned, Steve’s eyes narrowing at you. It was obvious that it was not a good idea by how he was staring.
“All the paperwork and no action. I’d rather fight but that’s off the table. She feels I’d be best utilized somewhere safe. I’ve never like safe. She means protected. I’m used to being the protector.”
“Maybe it’s just for a little? You haven’t forgotten how to fight. You’ve led them before, you know what to do and you’ve always been so great at analyzing any threats. Consulting might be a good start to get back in.”
“No,” Steve denied quickly. “I know Rhodes put her up to it. None of them will call and ask outright. It used to be me leading the team. It isn’t anymore. Sounds like Bucky and Sam are taking over. That didn’t last long.”
Steve’s watch chimed and he looked down at in in disgust.
“Medication time,” he said sourly, heading into the bathroom. “Be back in a minute.”
The door closed and you heard the familiar rattle of pills before the cabinet closed loudly, Steve muttering to himself. With a push, you lifted yourself up to stand. You needed a shower and to brush your teeth so you could feel human again.
When Steve came out, you shuffled past him slowly, wincing at the ache in your stomach as you moved.
“Everything okay?” he asked you, his hand reaching out to steady you.
“Just sore,” you answered. “I was going to take a shower.”
“If you’re sore, a bath might help,” Steve suggested, heading into the bathroom with you as he opened the bottom cabinet under the sink. “I think there’s some bath salts in here. I, uh, kept buying them in case… in case you came back.”
He didn’t allow you respond, putting the glass jar from the rack and holding up to inspect the label.
“Still good. I’ll run you a bath, why don’t you get some clothes ready? Bucky’s supposed to come over. If you don’t feel well, I can tell him he can come another time.”
At the mention of Bucky, you brightened. Maybe he would be able to talk some sense in Steve about taking the consultant job but you didn’t want to push it any further. With a slow nod, you backed out of the bathroom, hearing the bathtub faucet turn on.
You picked through the closet, unsure of what you wanted to wear. Your head felt foggy still and you pulled out a pair of black yoga pants and a green sweater to look presentable. The closet looked a lot differently now. Steve’s clothes took up residence next to yours but the items he used to place on the shelves, when he was taller, had now found their way to a place more acceptable for him to reach. The mirror had been moved into one of the spare bedrooms, most likely by Bucky when he had come to help you move Steve’s former clothes to the other room. That mirror was the one Steve used to always make sure he looked presentable, a soldier through and through. A party at Tony’s meant he needed to get his cufflinks perfect and he’d spent long moments checking his suit in that mirror to make sure it was right, until you had come over and told him that it was perfect.
That he was perfect.
Now the space where the mirror had been placed was filled with boxes from Steve’s office, more memorabilia that was marked as archives but you knew better. More pictures, more reminders of who Steve used to be. In that bigger body that had now disappeared.
“Bath’s ready,” Steve piped up behind you, making you jump.
“Okay,” you responded, pulling a set of underwear and a bra from your drawer. “Be right there.”
Though you closed in the door, you were still shocked as Steve knocked quietly.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure,” you answered, unsure why you were so quiet and apprehensive. He was the same Steve, the one who you brushed your teeth alongside, sharing the shower when he would pull you in with him from time to time or sneaking in behind you because he had a few extra minutes before he needed to get ready to go to work.
You lowered yourself into the tub, the hot water snaking around your skin as the door opened. Steve held a fluffy towel in his arms that he placed on the counter.
“How’s the water?”
“Good,” you replied, the heat calming your aching legs. You reached for the body wash when Steve beat you to it, holding it in his hands as he looked down at you.
“Can I help?”
You didn’t need the help. You were capable of doing it on your own but you wondered if he was still trying to make amends for what happened the day prior. Or if he was trying to reconcile with how closed off he had been. Either way, you felt yourself nod as he got to his knees, reaching for your washcloth as he wrung out the excess water before he pooled the body wash into the material, the sweet-smelling fragrance filling the air.
With a gentle hand, Steve moved the washcloth over your shoulder and down your arm, scrubbing carefully as you looked ahead at the faucet. You felt you should say something. Anything to fill the space between you.
“You didn’t seem overly happy that Bucky was coming over,” you began, the washcloth moving down your back in slow circles.
“Not really. Feel like he’s hovering,” Steve admitted, motioning for you to move so that he could get your other side. He seemed to scrub harder as he went deeper into his thoughts. “He used to do that back then. Always making sure I was doing the right thing. He’s checking on us both, I guess.”
He lifted your arm gently, your body swaying slightly as he washed under your arms. You lowered your arm, trying to smile as you shook yourself out of your stupor.
“I can get it,” you reminded him softly, taking the washcloth from his hand. “Not helpless yet.”
“I just wanted to help,” Steve shot back, leaning back. “Didn’t think a shower together would work.”
“You can still help,” you insisted, trying to finish as you poured water over yourself and wrung out the washcloth once more. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I just… I don’t know. Not a big bath person.”
“You used to be.”
Your eyes lifted up to his as he picked up the washcloth, squeezing more body wash onto it as he motioned for you to lift your leg. You complied, not wanting to make him upset.
“I was?”
“A while ago, yeah. That’s why I’d bought all those soaks and salts for you. It was your ‘me’ time as you called it,” Steve reminded you, pausing for a moment. “You had a lot of that.”
You shook your head at his comment, trying to remember if that was true. You worked, yes. But the majority of your time was spent at home and from what you could remember, it was always about trying to spend time with Steve.
“I did? I don’t remember,” you confessed, still trying to think of any little inkling that would come.
“It was fine. I understood it.”
You lifted your other leg for him, his breath warm against your wet skin.
“It wasn’t easy for a little while. Tony kept pushing for more peace and security and that meant we were chasing leads around all corners of the earth. You saw what happened to Pepper and Tony. You didn’t want that for us.”
Steve’s hand dipped down into the water, the washcloth coming up to your collarbone as he continued on.
“I was afraid I’d lose you,” Steve continued, the washcloth circling your breasts and down your ribcage. “I did anyway.”
“I came back,” you affirmed, sucking in a breath as his fingers circled around your nipple. “Steve…”
He leaned down to kiss you, your lips meeting his briefly before he broke the kiss, exhaling loudly.
“I haven’t done that in so long,” Steve muttered to himself, moving forward to kiss you once more, harder than before. His mouth pressed against your own, demanding and rough.
Unprepared for the intensity, you pulled away, watching the anger flicker back in his gaze as he dropped the washcloth into the bath, the splash deafening in the quiet space.
“You don’t want me?” Steve asked you, his fingers curling into fists as his sides.
“No,” you pleaded, trying to reach out for him. “No, that isn’t it. Steve, please. I just wasn’t prepared.”
“You didn’t need to be before,” he shot back, getting to his feet. “Forget it.”
He left you before you had a chance to stop him, your eyes filling with tears at the thought of hurting him.
You finished washing, rinsing yourself off quickly before you got dressed, brushing your teeth and fixing your hair before you cleaned the bathroom, giving yourself and Steve some time.
Despite how you were feeling, you looked like yourself again, attempting a smile in the mirror to make yourself feel better when you saw Steve come in.
“Figured you’d want some tea.”
You accepted it from him, his eyes still downcast as you took a sip. It was spearmint, your favorite kind and you placed it on the nightstand as Steve wandered into the closet to change.
“Steve, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I haven’t kissed you in five years,” you tried to point out, a tear slipping down your cheek. “When it finally happened, I just wasn’t prepared for how I would feel. It wasn’t bad. I wanted more but it was so fast.”
Steve’s head peeked through the door, his narrow features staring back at you.
“I guess I got carried away. It’s been so long that I just couldn’t help it,” Steve sighed, disappearing back into the closet. “I keep messing this up.”
“You aren’t,” you promised, taking another sip of your tea. It calmed you and you wanted to finish the rest. “It’s fine. We’re going to be fine. You said so yourself.”
“I know,” Steve called out, the sound of hangers rustling inside the closet. “I’m just getting impatient.”
You yawned, lowering yourself back down on the bed as he came out in a pair of pants and a button up shirt.
“Sleepy?” Steve asked, coming over to check on you. “You must be really tired.”
“Mhm,” you agreed, closing your eyes. “That bath and the tea… just feeling warm. I wanted to see Bucky but I’m so sleepy.”
Steve leaned down to kiss you gently, a smile lifting on the corners of your lips as your body relaxed.
“Have a good sleep, sweetheart. I’ll tell Bucky you said hi,” Steve promised softly.
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Steve was still not used to the fact that Bucky was taller than him again. He ignored the jealousy that surged through him as Bucky moved through the doorway, his broad shoulders moving with every step.
“Pepper said you turned down the job,” Bucky began, looking through the living room. “You sure you want to do that?”
“Positive. I’d be a glorified secretary, Buck. That’s not who I am. You know what.”
Bucky shook his head at Steve’s response. His best friend for decades, Bucky knew him well. This chip on his shoulder was getting bigger.
“Where is she?” Bucky asked, Steve moving into the kitchen.
“Asleep.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow at his answer.
“At this hour?”
Steve opened the door of the fridge with a hard exhale, pulling out two beers.
“Yes, at this hour. She’s been through a lot, remember? The snap? Coming back and seeing me like this?”
“Steve, nobody blames you for either of those things. I came back and so did she. We’ll find a way to get you back to where you were. Bruce is still looking at all the options. We aren’t giving up,” Bucky reminded him, Steve plopping down into a chair.
“Yeah, I know. But now what? I sit and wait?”
“You have options. You just don’t like them. There’s a difference,” Bucky pointed out. “Sit and wait or wait and see while still helping us save the world.”
“Sounds like you don’t need me anymore. I know what it’s like to save the world. I saved you once, remember?”
Bucky finished the last swig of his beer, placing the bottle back down hard onto the table. The action didn’t scare Steve. He’d never grown up fearing Bucky and he wasn’t going to start now.
“Why are you so keen to fight? Ever since you were denied enlist it, you always had something to prove, even when you said you didn’t,” Bucky argued. His cheeks puffed out a hard breath. “Stubborn.”
“At least I’m consistent. I’d rather stay home and take care of her than be the Avengers lackey. She needs me. That night when she… when I pushed her away, I don’t want to be that person. I’m gonna be better for her. Make her love me again like she did before.”
Bucky peered at Steve, cracking his neck with a simple side to side movement.
“She already does, Steve. Stop trying to be a hero. You already are one.”
Steve placed his arms on the table, that same look of determination in his eye as he had at the Stark Expo so long ago.
“She needs me and I’m gonna help her.”
“Whatever, man,” Bucky relented, finishing his beer and tossing it into the recycle bin. He hadn’t come over to argue He’d come over to try and talk some sense into Steve, to get him to take the job that was offered and to let him know that Bruce hadn’t stopped trying to find a way to fix him.
“You don’t know what I’m going through and I don’t expect you to. But she’s all I have. You and Sam are running the team now,” Steve admonished, his voice acidic. “I see it. Every email, any correspondence goes to you two. I don’t exist anymore.”
“Dr. Cho said you needed time. That’s why we haven’t put you on any communication. We aren’t trying to push you out.”
“I don’t care what she said! It was my team before…” Steve threw up his hands in the air in defeat as he trailed off.
“Before it was anyone else’s. I get it, Steve. This team doesn’t belong to anyone. We belong to each other. That’s what a team is. You know why I was worried about you going through that program? To make you the ultimate super soldier? It wasn’t because I didn’t think you were deserving. You were. You still are. It was because deep down, you still felt self-important enough to do it, even if it ripped you to shreds.” There were tears in Bucky’s eyes and Steve looked down in defeat.
“But it didn’t.”
“It didn’t have to. Whatever was in that bottle never mattered to me. It sure as hell didn’t matter to her. You’re Steven Grant Rogers to me and to her. That little guy who hated bullies? You’re becoming one.”
Bucky got up from his chair and down the hallway, intent on seeing if you were still asleep. He’d tell you his goodbyes and to put some distance between himself and his best friend until he came to his senses.
“Where are you going?” Steve demanded. “Bucky, I said she was sleeping.”
Steve followed behind him, watching Bucky open the door as he watched you sleep. You looked peaceful and serene and Bucky nodded in relief. Maybe Steve needed to take care of you.
“I told you,” Steve hissed, closing the door back. “I can take care of her. She’s my wife.”
“I know that. Just forget I came, Steve.”
Bucky made his way back to the door, letting himself out.
At the close of the door, Steve stood in the living room alone, a low wheeze in his chest at his deep breaths.
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oksana-moods · 3 years
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Ghost of you - Part 9
Summary: Ghost realizes that, no matter how hard she tries, she can't run away from her past. When Carol's presence do more harm than good, the only way to come clean is to take a dive. A/N: Thank you again for all the support, and to let you know that we reached the point where things start to change. Starting for the song theme. Now we’ll go with ‘Writings on the wall’ from Sam Smith. We’re halfway through, lovelies. Trigger Warnings: Violence, language (a bit too much, I believe), mentions of death… if you find others, let me know. Oh, sort of WandaVision spoiler. Angst. “I've spent a lifetime running, and I always get away”
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With my hands involuntarily clutching the tag, I’m sitting at the roof watching the sun slowly but inexorably going down in the horizon. Once, I heard that this is what life feels like. We born just like the sun raises, we reach our greatest point then we start to set till night embraces us. Death, just like the sunset, is inevitable. I find myself agreeing with this metaphor.
It’s been a few months since our futile attempt to overturn Thanos’s snap. And now, each one of us went different ways to try to cope with this catastrophe.
Steve, Natasha and I were still living at the compound we had nowhere else to go so we’re pretending that we were taking care of things, that we’re moving on.
Tony and Pepper are about to get married and, honestly, I hope they find happiness. While Bruce went missing again, Thor went to New Asgard, he lost everything but still had a Realm to rule; Rhodey was working for the Government in a high position, or so I heard. Wakanda lost all the royal family but Okoye was holding on, as best as she could. Rocket and Nebula stayed a bit but returned to space with promises of visiting whenever they could.
Oddly, the logo ‘Avengers’ was scattered all over the universe. We were broken, but we would still protect whom needed protection.
And there is The Avenger, the original one. Carol barely touched the ground coming back from Garden and took-off claiming she needed to check on Skrulls. Not even three weeks later she was back, and that caught me off guard. I’ve never expected for her to return, not that quickly, at least.
She’s been trying to talk to me, but I dodged all of her attempts.
Until now.
 “Hey, Mav.” I close my eyes when her voice reaches my ears. “The view from here is amazing.”
I was sitting at the edge of the roof and Carol was leaning with her elbows at the rampart.
“Yes. It is.” I answer. “What do you want, Carol?” We both know she’s not here for the view.
“To talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” I got up from my seat, I’m standing in the roof starting to make my way to the door. I flinch away when her hand touches my metal arm. I shoot an outrageous look at her.
“Please.” Her eyes are so soft against my gaze that something inside me stirs. “You’ve been avoiding me. Natasha told me that you lost most part of your memories.” Her brows are so furrowed that is clear she’s upset. Why is she? I turn away from her, I’m looking at the horizon once more. Her gaze was too overwhelming, right now.
“What do you want to know?” I shove my hands inside my pockets. Damn, why am I so nervous? “Most of my memories are gone. The last four years is all I have without gaps. Wanda…” I close my eyes, still hurts to think about her. I think it always will. “She helped me to unbury whatever she could.” I saw Carol leaning at the rampart. She was trying to get closer, but I needed distance.
“I crashed after your crash.” She nodded, of course she knew this. “Whatever happened to you with the tesseract, spattered in me too. That’s why I haven’t changed, just like you.” I could feel my hands shaking inside my pockets, I was uneasy. Something about her was pulling me to the edge.
“But, what about…” She hesitated “What about your arm?”  Why is she pretending to be concerned? She’s getting under my skin and I’m feeling cornered. So, I do what every cornered animal do. They attack.
“Will you fucking stop beating the bush? Ask me what you fucking want to ask.” Oh and so she did, she was exasperated with me acting like an idiot. What was she expecting?
“I came to earth around 2007. I went to Maria’s and she told me you were at war but never make it back. I… I saw your stone. I… I…” She ran a hand through her hair. “I thought you were dead.” Her voice was a whisper but that made something burst inside me. I grieved her, even when I knew she was alive. She chose to go away and wanna play the broken-hearted role?
“You and me both!” My voice was harsh and loud, but I wasn’t yelling yet. Yet. “What do you expect me to say, huh? That I am sorry someone lied to you? That I am sorry you were sad?” The setting sun illuminating her face, making her look gorgeous than ever, made me hate her even more. “Well, news flash for you, hon. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE! I still see you die every time I fucking close my eyes.” I yelled. I couldn’t take this anymore. “I SAW YOU DIE OVER AND OVER AND OVER.” Her eyes were glossy, there was something shining inside them that I couldn’t decipher. And, Fuck. It hurt so bad. They hurt me so bad. She hurt me.
“I… Lara, I am so, so sorry they did this to you” She whispered again. She didn’t want to fight, but all I know is fight. And I only stop when I see blood.
“When I was taken by Hydra, they made me watch you die, they made me watch you leaving." My voice was low and hard, this time. "So no, I can’t stand this. Hydra took everything from me. They beat me and oh, they hit me hard. They cut off every single piece of me, and they put me through hell. But you Carol, you broke me first.”
I turned in my heels and left the roof. Each step my feet tried to betray me, make me to look back, but I kept going til reach the door. I knew I was far too harsh, my words probably cut her, but if she was bleeding so was I.
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 Days went by and I didn’t see Carol since that day in the roof. Steve told me she took a room for her at the compound, she’d be staying a bit longer. Of course she is. Like I didn’t have a lot to deal with already. Since there weren’t any assignments going on, all the workout in the world couldn’t help to ease my mind. Or heart.
  I park my motorcycle at the parking lot and pick up the flowers from inside my jacket. I check it to see if they still look good. I shrug, they’re good enough.
I walked inside the Hospital and expertly made my way to my friend’s room. It pained me to know she was sick, but she was too strong to give in that easy to cancer. She was a fighter. She inspired me. If she could go on even with her decease and losing her child, so could I.
“Buying flowers became a struggle nowadays.” I said with a smile.
Her smile lit up the whole room. “Good thing you’re not going out on dates, then.” My laugh filed the room.
“Please Maria, you’re too old to be that sassy.”
“You’re just as old as I am. The difference is just that you still look good.”
“You still look good, Ma. I’d take you out on a date.” And it was true, she was around her sixties but still look beautiful. Few lines near the eyes, but only complimented her.
“Awn, you flatter me” She put a hand on her chest, faking innocence. “I don’t go out with women, hon. But I’d definitely accept the invitation, I’m craving real food, not whatever this hospital calls food.” Instantly, this blows the air out of my lungs and I’m forced to face reality. My friends are gone and soon, Maria will be gone too. Carol told me once that her biggest fear was to bury all her friends. Fuck. I understand what she meant now.
“Geez, Mav. It was only a joke. Next time, don’t bring me flowers unless you’re bringing fries too.”
I forced a smile at her.
After the whole ordeal with the ‘Accords’ I was arrested alongside Clint, Scott and Sam. Cap came and rescued us, but I went on the road since I was an outlaw too, so my visits to Maria and Monica stopped despite keeping in touch. I wouldn’t forgive myself for the time I lost.
“Carol came to visit me yesterday.” That’s the Maria I came to know, never holding back her words. “Apparently, you’ve been giving her a hard time.”
“Oh. Did she come to cry on your shoulder?” Every time Carol’s name was brought up, I felt my brain short-circuiting. I don’t know why, but I hated it.
“Naa. I was just gossiping around, I’m an old lady, after all.” She laughed lighting up the mood. “Does it feel better to yell, to be a bitch with her?”
“What?”
“C’mon, Mav. You changed a lot, but I can still see through you. You need to vent whatever is stuck in your chest; you need to put it out.” I was frowning at the floor. “That’s the only way both of you will move on.”
“I hate her, Maria. Seeing her makes me feel like my wounds are cutting open once again. I don’t see how we can move past this, how I can forgive her.”
“If that’s true,” She pointed at my chest, and I knew what she was going to say. “Why do you still wear her tag and yours together?” All of a sudden, the Tag was heavy in my chest. Tons and tons of unspoken words, feelings, and pain weighting too much.
“I… I don’t know. It kinda feels right.” God, I’m so confused. Is it possible to be friends with Carol Danvers again? Will I, one day, forget everything Hydra made me feel with those memories? I wonder if that hopeless feeling will ever go away. Because right now, all I can think of is that, at any moment, she’ll turn her back on me or she’ll die. It’s hard to look at someone expecting, waiting for the pain that usually comes with their face.
“I know it does.” And she changed her tone to her bossy one. “So, stop acting like you have a stick shoved inside your ass and talk to her. Promise me you will.”
“All right. I promise.” I answered, it was no use try to avoid this. Maria wouldn’t drop this.
“That’s better.” She had that look like she knew that I’d comply with her request.
“Doesn’t upset you? That she left and forgot about us?” I was looking out of the window, looking at the cars outside, people were, slowly, trying to find their bearings. Trying to figure out what should be normal now. They were trying. Should I try, too?
Maria’s voice made me look at her when she replied. “It used to hurt, yes. But I’m dying, Mav, I don’t have time or patience to fight anymore.”
 After Maria scolded me enough for not talking to Carol, our conversation was lighter. She complained about the overprotective nurse, she complained that tv never had good things to watch, gossiped about other patients, and when I said my goodbyes, she made me promise to sneak some food for my next visit.
However, all the way home I kept overthinking these things I’ve been building up inside me. Something about Carol made me uneasy, like I’m exposed in a field filled with enemies, with nowhere to hide. And I don’t like it on bit. There’s something about her eyes, and I hate the intensity in them when she looks at me, it’s like they can pierce your soul, see what’s underneath… And I’m way too afraid of all the terrors that she might discover. I’m not Lara anymore, I’m not who she thinks I am, no. I’m someone else.
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 “You stole my spot.” I said as I reached the roof. The woman who I was addressing to, turned her head to look at me.
She was wearing a simple jeans with a blue t-shirt and her hair was framing her flawless face, how this woman could be so beautiful even with so common clothes was beyond me.
She gave me a tide smile that never reached her eyes, they were somewhat tired.
“Oh. It wasn’t my intention; I’ll leave you to be.”  Yes please, leave me alone. I thought to me myself, but then my conversation with Maria from last week came to my mind. Fuck. I hate making promises. She was preparing to leave when I spoke.
“There’s room enough for both of us, though.” I said with a shrug, pretending that I was okay with her company, pretending that I wasn’t uncomfortable with this proximity. Her head snapped at me, she looked at me like I had grown two heads.
“Okay.” Her voice was so soft that immediately put me on edge. I felt exposed again. What was happening with me?
 We stayed there for a while with a heavy silence between us. The tension was so thick that I’m sure we couldn’t move, that’s probably why none of us left the roof yet. There was a sea of unspoken words and as much as I hated it, we couldn’t ignore this anymore. If she’s going to stay, we’ll have to dive into this. We’ll have to work together at some point, this wouldn’t be healthy during even the simplest mission.
“You know, I’ve been in a lot of places, but none of them had such a beautiful sunset.” Her voice startled me; I wasn’t expecting at all.
“Well, it does have something peaceful, doesn’t it?” She seemed to ponder what I just said.
“One may say that this might be a spell. That there are a lot of beautiful places out there, but nothing compares to home.”
“Is it?”
“What?” She looked at me, confusion written all over her face.
“Is Earth you home?” At this, she frowned.
“Look, I know what you’re implying. I… I don’t know how much you remember from… before.” She seemed nervous. “What do you recall?”
And that’s it. There’s no turning back now, I needed to dive into this sea and hopefully I’ll reach the other side alive.
I looked forward; eyes set at the setting sun. I couldn’t deal with this and look at her at the same time. My hands started to shake so I wriggle them together to stop them, somehow.
“I remember us.” I felt a pang in my chest. Shit. What is this? “I remember you were always going back and forth to Earth. I remember when you went for good, ‘we’re too good at goodbyes’, yeah?!”
She signed heavily. “While helping Talos, I realized that a lot of people needed help. I wanted to stay, but I just couldn’t ignore innocent people dying.”
“People were dying here too.” She was frustrated, she threw her arms around impatient, but I continued before she could speak. “I know, I know you wanted to bring peace to whoever you could. And Earth already had its saviors.”  
“It’s not just like that, I…” She turned to fully look at me. “After I found out about your… death,” She struggled with the word, it fell heavily from her tongue. “I felt so helpless, so stupid for wasting away the time I could’ve had with you, I…” She was staring at me, eyes locked, and I felt myself being dragged inside. “I couldn’t forgive myself for loosing you for good.” She half whispered as if afraid of this becoming true. Like I could turn into a mirage, out of blue.
She was diving in the sea of what was left unsaid too, there’s no going back. “And when you died, part of me died too. Then Earth wasn’t home without you on it anymore, that’s why I never came back after. But then I received Fury’s emergency call, only to learn about Thanos… only to find out that you were alive this whole time.” Her eyes were glowing with such intensity, that my feet were glued to the ground. I felt a hand wrapping around mine. “I wanted to come back, back then. After I went through your door, I regretted at the very same instant, Lara.” Her voice was so soft when she spoke my name, it was like her tongue was made of velvet and it took the air out of my lungs. “After all, I wanted… I wanted so damn hard to be happy… with you. But I couldn’t find my way back, it didn’t seem right. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’d only do more damage than I already had. And I’m so, so sorry for hurting you.”
I was so entranced in her eyes while she was speaking that up until now, I hadn’t realized how close she was, or even that her hand was gripping my flesh hand. She’s so close that I could see the fading sunlight brightening her freckles. She was so, so close that my brain was at loss.
I didn’t know if the sun was illuminating her face or if it was the other way around, but such perfection made something inside me stir, I felt strange. I felt an urge to reached out and touch her face, like I needed to feel her skin under my touch just as much as I needed oxygen.   “Why are you here now, Carol?” My voice was so soft that felt foreign, almost like a whisper. “My heart is at Earth.” She whispered back, like she was afraid of breaking this spell, this trance that was keeping both of us from moving away.
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faylor · 4 years
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Poison
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By @faylor for @gr-eet
Rating: General
Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark
Summary: Peter and Tony are at a SI press event/dance/gala and Peter accidentally drinks a spiked/poisoned drink meant for Tony.
Additional Prompt: “Do you even care?”
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“So what d’ya think, kid? Burgundy or black for the tie?”
The question hadn’t even fully registered to Peter as he focused maybe a little too hard at the scribbles of words and numbers in his notebook.
“Or do you even care?” Tony continued with a chuckle.
“Yeah, that’ll look good, Mr. Stark,” the teenager blurted without even for a moment breaking eye contact with his work.
“Okay, I think it’s time to take a break.”
“I’m almost done, Mr. Stark. I promise, just lemme...”
“Kid, you’ve got literally all weekend to finish your homework.” He took a few steps closer toward the couch where Peter was sitting. “And besides, you’ve gotta get ready, too, you know. T-minus 20 minutes before we gotta head down. Pepper won’t be too happy if we decide to show up fashionably late.”
Peter finally managed to tear his eyes away from his work to look at his mentor. “I know, I know. I just wanted to try and get all of this done so I’d have the rest of the weekend free.” He shrugged. He was going to be spending the entire weekend at the tower, which meant plenty of time in the lab to tinker around and brainstorm new suit upgrade ideas. But first, he’d have to survive a fancy Stark Industries party that was being held at the tower. From what Tony had told him, it was supposed to be some kind of charity ball or something, and that it would be a pretty fancy event. Suit and tie kind of fancy. Which, Peter admitted, he wasn’t exactly the most comfortable about.
Sure, he was at least sort of excited about it, but at the same time he worried about feeling too out of place. He was sure there’d be basically no one there he’d know, and definitely no one of his age. But Tony has asked him to come, so of course he would. Plus, he thought it might actually be kind of fun to meet some new people anyway.
“I promise, we’ll have plenty of free time even after you finish your homework. Now come on, kid. Let’s get you all dolled up, shall we?”
Peter rolled his eyes at Tony, a small laugh escaping from him. “Fine.”
After Peter got dressed in his probably way too expensive suit that Tony had gotten for him, he made his way back into the living room area.
“Um, Mr. Stark?” he asked, an almost apologetic smile on his face as he held out his neck tie. “Do you think you could maybe...”
“Sure, bud.” Tony smiled, stepping toward him and taking the tie.
Twenty minutes and a bit too much hair gel later, Peter walked out of the elevator behind Tony, his fingers toying with the hem of his jacket. He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect as they walked down a corridor and finally reaching a doorway. Peter’s eyes widened as they walked though it, finally seeing the event room.
The entire ballroom was decorated so nicely. All the tables were set toward the front, covered in fancy, white cloths with plate settings already in place. And everyone there was dressed as if they were attending some big Hollywood movie premiere. Peter was almost overwhelmed as he took all of it in. The only kind of parties he’d ever been to were house parties - well, one house party, that is - so this was totally new to him.
He hesitantly followed Tony as he made his way through the room of people until they’d made it to a table where Pepper was already sitting and talking to someone Peter didn’t recognize. Tony had pulled out the chair next to her, taking a seat as he placed a kiss on her cheek.
“Hey, there you two are.” She turned to Peter with a warm smile. “You look very nice, Pete.”
“The kid does clean up pretty nice, doesn’t he?” Tony added.
Peter chuckled, feeling his cheeks turn a bit pink as he tugged at the bottom of his jacket. “Thanks. The suit’s really nice, Mr. Stark, really.”
“Don’t mention it.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Now, why don’t you have a seat? Unless you’d rather just stand there to eat your dinner.”
So he took his seat next to Tony, placing his hands in his lap as he peered around the room once more. It was filled with, as he’d expected, people who he didn’t know. There were maybe one or two slightly familiar faces that he’d seen around the tower a few times though.
“So, um, do all of these people work for you, Mr. Stark?” he wondered.
“Some of them, yeah. Some are from other companies, too. Might have to introduce my favorite intern to them, huh?”
“Oh, um sure!” Peter smiled, his enthusiasm showing within his features. Okay, so maybe this night wasn’t going to be as bad as he’d thought. His eyes wandered again, scanning the sea of people for maybe even one familiar face.
He broke his concentration as one of the waiters had approached their table, tray in hand as he offered drinks to them. Peter watched as Tony grabbed a couple of the red tinted glasses and held one out to him. He hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly. Was... Was Tony actually offering him alcohol?
“Don’t worry, kid. These aren’t alcoholic,” Tony assured with a smile. “Just sparkling cider. I don’t think I’d ever risk the wrath of your aunt if she found out I’d let you drink.”
“Oh. Um, right.” He took one of the glasses from Tony, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Thanks.” He lifted the glass to his mouth, taking a sip.
The moment the liquid passed his lips, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong. He slowly swallowed the swig he took as he glanced around the room. Nothing seemed to be out of place. No one seemed to be posing a threat. So what had made his senses go off?
His answer quickly came in the form of lightheadedness, and he blinked as his eyebrows crinkled. Where had this feeling come from? It was getting worse by the second, too. His eyes darted around, his heart pounding as he found it increasingly hard to catch his breath.
“Kid?” Tony’s voice was brimmed with worry. Peter couldn’t decipher what was going on, but he knew it wasn’t good. And now his stomach felt like it was on fire. Was he getting sick? But it didn’t feel like any sickness he’d ever had before. This was different. Intense. Painful. Unnerving.
And now the room was spinning, the walls closing in on him as his throat refused to let go of his breath. This was bad. Really bad. But he couldn’t panic. He had to stay calm. He wasn’t dying. He wasn’t. Was he?
He turned to his mentor, head spinning at what felt like a trillion miles an hour, and his heart was nearly jumping out of his chest by now.
“Mssr Stark...” Peter slurred, his legs starting to turn into jelly as the glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor. “I... I don feel s-“
And then he was on the ground, blackness caving in on his vision as he choked on the air he’d been struggling to intake. Tony’s voice faintly echoed through his ears before it began to fade. Then, nothing.
A faint beeping coming from Peter’s left was the next thing he remembered as he felt himself slowly regain consciousness. Then the pain in his head began to come back, and he tried to figure out where he was.
But he found it almost impossible to open his eyes fully, because everything was so bright. Why was everything so bright? Wait, was he actually dead? Was this that metaphorical light that everyone talked about seeing when you die? But there was that beeping. Right. Not dead. So, in a hospital? But why? What had happened to put him in a hospital? He remembered the party, and seeing all the people. Then he remembered the drink.
The drink.
It made sense. Drinking from it had been the last thing he remembered before he’d gotten sick. Before he’d blacked out. But that had to be it. The drink had to have been spiked with something. But why? Why would someone want to poison him? Oh god... had someone figured out his identity? His mind raced through the speculations a bit too quickly for his still aching head, the train of thought only stopping once he’d heard the door of the room he was in opening.
He forced his eyelids open, blinking rapidly as he tried to adjust them to the light, and he’d noticed a figure moving toward him. His vision came back into focus, and he saw that the figure was that of Helen Cho. Okay, so he was sure that he was in a hospital now. Or, rather, the tower’s medbay.
“Peter?” Helen’s voice was soft as she spoke to him. “How’re you feeling?”
“‘M okay,” he mumbled, still feeling a bit groggy. “Head hurts.”
“I’d say it does.” There was a slightly concerned expression on her face. “Do you remember what happened?”
“The drink...” He paused. “Was I... poisoned?”
Before Helen could even answer, the door swung open again, and Tony came practically sprinting through it, worry plastered across his features.
“Kid?” Oh, he sounded so worried. Scared, even. Peter blinked again, his brows furrowed as he watched his mentor approach him. Peter’s mind jolted again as he remembered that Tony had also taken a drink from that same tray last night. Had he been poisoned too? But he was obviously fine. Did he even drink his?
“Mssr Stark? I- Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Pete.” Tony’s tone softened. “You really scared me, you know. I thought...” His voice trailed off.
Helen looked between the two of them before she spoke again. “I’ll give you two a moment. I’ll be back in a few minutes to run some tests, Peter.” She nodded at him with a soft smile before turning toward the door and making her way out.
Peter’s gaze turned back to Tony. “I’m fine, I promise.”
“I know, I just- I thought I’d lost you, Pete.” He ran a hand over his face, sighing. “Bruce and I ran some tests on that cider you drank, and... I’ll be honest with you, kid, you shouldn’t have survived. But lucky for you, your healing factor was fighting it from the beginning.”
“Oh...” His eyes dropped. “How long- Um, how long was I out?”
“About eighteen hours.”
Peter’s eyes widened. Eighteen hours?! How had he been out for that long? Sure, his healing factor worked better while he was sleeping, but it never knocked him out for nearly that long before. So it must’ve been really really bad. Even Tony had said he shouldn’t have survived it. Then his mind toyed with the idea of Tony having drank the tampered drink, too. Oh, he didn’t like that. Not at all. He couldn’t even imagine...
“I- Mister Stark? Did you... Was your drink poisoned, too?”
Tony didn’t answer immediately, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment before it found Peter again. “Yeah. It was.” He paused. “I’m assuming whoever did this was going after me, but they obviously didn’t care if you died too as collateral damage.” His voice wavered. “And I don’t know what I’d do if...”
“Mr. Stark...” Peter sat up slightly in his bed, his face scrunching for a moment as he felt a slight pain shift through his body. “You couldn’t have known.”
“But I should’ve. I should’ve had better security and been more diligent on checking the staff, because I could’ve lost you, Pete. And I couldn’t live with myself knowing I could’ve stopped it.” His tone was becoming feverish as he stood from his seat.
Peter felt his heart skip a beat at Tony’s words. He almost felt... guilty. But it wasn’t exactly his fault, was it? Should he have been able to sense that the drinks were spiked sooner?
“I’m sorry...”
“Kid, you don’t have anything to be sorry for.”
“I didn’t even sense anything was wrong until I’d already taken a drink... I should’ve-“
“Pete,” Tony cut him off, sitting himself on the edge of the bed. “None of this is on you. It’s on me.”
“Mr. Stark, I don’t blame you.”
“I know, kid. But I do. I should’ve made sure you’d be safer.”
“But it was a party. Usually those are pretty safe.”
“This one apparently wasn’t. But I’m gonna make sure that never happens again.”
“But I’m fine. You didn’t actually have anything to worry about.” Peter shrugged.
“I’m always gonna worry about you. You’re my kid, Pete. If something were to happen to you on my watch, that’d be on me for the rest of my life.”
His kid? Tony thought of him as his kid. Peter felt his cheeks warm at the concept, but in the best way possible. And it wasn’t exactly like Tony was his dad. But he was the closest thing Peter had to one. And now Tony had told Peter that he was his kid.
“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. Not anymore,” Tony continued.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s alright, Pete. I’m just glad that you’re okay. You feeling any better, by the way? Helen said you’d have one hell of a headache when you woke up.”
“Well she definitely wasn’t wrong about that.” Peter chuckled, rubbing the side of his head. “But I’m feeling a bit better now.”
“Good.” He reached up to tousle the teenager’s curls, a soft smile playing on his face. “Now rest up, kiddo. We’ve got some time in the lab to make up for tomorrow, if you’re still up to it.”
“Yeah, of course!”
“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about that homework you didn’t finish, either.”
“That you wouldn’t let me finish,” Peter reminded him with a smirk. Tony returned it with one of his own.
“I think that poison’s obviously gone to your head. You’re making stuff up now.”
“Mr Stark!” Peter’s face turned to feigned offense, inciting laughter from his mentor.
“Get some rest, kid. I’ll see you in a bit.”
And so he happily did, knowing that Tony would be there for him no matter what. Knowing that he was his kid.
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gentle-sins-d · 3 years
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Transactional
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Despite your relationship with Tony Stark, you catch the eye of Bucky Barnes, who seems to appreciate you much more than your boyfriend. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. 
TW: angst, smut, a tiny bit of fluff, kinda a little dub con. I make Tony a tad of a d-bag in this story. He and Pepper break up at one point in the mcu. That’s what is going on in this story. 
beefy!bucky
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| Transactional |
A sigh fell from your lips as you watched Tony walk off to answer his fourth call of the evening. So much for a special dinner together. The two of you hardly got any time alone. Last week, Peter needed his help repairing a suit. The week before, Bruce stole him away to pick his brain when it came to Vision. And three weeks ago, Steve Rogers came in barking orders at everyone and ruining Tony’s mood. It was hard to have an evening alone. You didn't know what you preferred. Being with him even though he was snappy or being left alone on Tony’s floor for hours at a time.
After his split with Pepper Potts, Tony knew he was lonely. He knew he needed someone to fill a void without getting attached to them. Or more likely, having them get attached to him. So he did what any billionaire would do. He bought affection. He found you, an unsuspecting, pretty young woman and offered her a deal. It wasn't love. It was payment for you to stay with him, sleep with him, live with him, and be by his side at public events. It had been months stuck in a miserable relationship. 
Your phone buzzed, a text from Tony tell you that General Ross had him on the phone and he wasn't planning on letting him off anytime soon. He told you to eat without him. But that wasn't what you wanted. You were upset. You were mad. So instead, you walked downstairs to the main floor, kicking off your heels in frustration as you headed to the wine rack next to the fridge. You grabbed a bottle of red wine and popped it open, angrily mumbling curses and insults to the Avengers you lived with under her breath. You poured her glass of wine, nearly brimming it. You leaned against the counter, taking one long swallow of the wine. Your eyes fluttered closed as you did so, the drink that would soon make your body start buzzing being the only comfort to you. 
When your glass lowered and your eyes opened, Bucky Barnes was standing across the counter, watching you try to drown your sorrows with a glass of wine. You gasped at the sudden sight of him, swallowing your alcoholic comfort quickly.
“Barnes... I didn't see you in here before... How long have you been standing there?” You asked, watching the man purse his lips to hide a chuckle before speaking.  “I was sitting at the table before. So yes, I heard you cursing us all out under your breath. Colorful names. What was Steve’s again? Beady eyed, Captain  Dumbass?” He teased, leaning against the counter with one hand while his metal hand rested upon his hip. Your breath hitched in your throat, you eyes widening. It took but a moment for your cheeks to be as red as your wine. He had heard you the whole time.  “How come I haven't gotten my colorful nickname yet?” Bucky asked as if he were offended. But his grin gave him away. “You’re the only one here who hasn't pissed me off yet.” You mumbled honestly, watching him step closer. He was a mountain of a man towering over you. Tall, muscular, and his chest was as wide as a dream. His very presence made you feel minuscule.
“But Vision has?” He asked, to which you replied a short and annoyed ‘Robo Bitch’, reminding Bucky of Vision’s nickname. “He interrupts dinner all of the time with philosophical theories and questions.” You point out to Bucky, who nodded in agreement. That was definitely true. Vision was quite the character.
“I thought you and Tony were having dinner together upstairs.” The blue eyed man said, making you furrow your brows. You silently questioned him as to how he knew.
“Steve- I mean Captain Dumbass told me.” He said, his words making a small laugh fall from your lips that were previously frowning. He couldn't help but smile at the little sound of joy coming from your mouth. Forget Steve. He already knew... He kept a close eye on you. Bucky’s infatuation with you was borderline obsession by this point. “Yes, well, it seems as if Tony is a bit too busy for me.” Your smile relaxed into a look of disappointment. Bucky didn't seem pleased to see you upset again. He watched as you gulped down more wine and then set your glass down. “I thought you were happy with Tony. You seemed happy.” It made his blood boil. He was so obsessed, so interested in you. And to see you laughing with Tony, by his side at parties, it made him mad. Like Tony didn't deserve you... “It’s not love. Our relationship... its transactional.” You whispered, a helpless, hopeless tone in your voice. The discouragement you often felt. Tony showed you off like a trophy and that was all. He didn't care for you. You were there to be his arm candy and please him when he was needy. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Bucky furrowed his brows, moving closer to you. He looked genuinely concerned for you. It was a rare look. One you hadn't seen from Tony in quite a while.
“What do you mean? How is it like a transaction?” The charming brunette man asked, crossing his arms over his buff, defined chest. “He found me when I was unsuspecting and offered me money to accompany him to an event. A few drinks later and he was insisting I stay the night with him. So I did. And thats where we’re still at. I thought something could come out of it. But he doesn't love me and he never will.” You rambled, your hand reaching for your wine glass again, but a firm hand reached out and grabbed your wrist before you could grab your glass. “Doll, if you drink that too quickly, your head will be spinning in no time.” He said, refusing to let go of your wrist. “Do you mind?” You fired at him, your eyes locking on his.
“Yes, I do mind. I won't stand here and let you get drunk out of self pity. I’ve tried that. Trust me, it’s a nasty habit you don't need to develop.” The man said, stepping closer to you. His grip on your wrist remained, as he trapped you between the counter and his body. “Perhaps what you need is someone who will appreciate you and treat you how a woman like yourself deserves to be treated.” He whispered. His words were like poison. His offer sounding enticing, exciting, and downright naughty. But you just couldn't. Whether your relationship was real or not, you made Tony a promise. Now you had to keep it. “Mr. Barnes, what kind of fool do you take me for? You think I believe that you care for me? I hardly know you.” You chuckled at him dryly, pulling your wrist from the tight grip of his metal hand. His eyes narrowed as your skin left his grip.
“I don't think you’re a fool.” He said softly, sticking close to you. He refused to let your body move from under his.
“What do you think of me, Mr. Barnes?” Your words were tempting to him. The man was so interested in you. Your soft, airy tone made him want to take you right there, make you feel better than you’ve ever felt here in his arms.
“I think you're the most beautiful woman that has ever graced this world. I think you deserve to be appreciated.” He whispered, moving his face closer to yours so the two of you were nose to nose. “I think you deserve to be pleased. You deserve to be the center of attention. You shouldn't be pushed to the side. You should be his priority. You ought to be worshipped like the absolute fucking goddess you are...” He whispered. His hot, sharp breath hit your face. It was like he was starving for you, like he’d eat you up if you would just give him the chance.
“I...should go...” You breathed out slowly, breaking eye contact with him. You waited silently for him to let go of you until you felt his weight being removed from your body. Immediately, you began to walk away, but he stopped you. His hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you back to him once more. Your eyes locked again. “I mean it.” He whispered before letting you go.
“I have to go. Goodnight, Sergeant Barnes.” 
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As far as things went for you and for Tony, nothing had changed for the better. If anything, he had gotten worse. You had tried to talk to him about it, hoping that discussing it would mean that he'd make an effort to change. But he didn't. He screamed at you, reminding you that this relationship was completely transactional and nothing else. He yelled at you and made sure you knew that you were nothing more to him than a rebound when Pepper left him. 
And then that same night, he was throwing another party at the Avengers compound, expecting you to be there by his side despite all the things he said to you earlier. But that was the last thing you wanted.
You had strayed away from the party, walking towards the training room. You just wanted to punch something, to get all of your frustration out without causing an even bigger fight with Tony. 
With you heels kicked off, you stepped into the training room, tossing the expensive stilettos on the ground. Your lips let out a frustrated huff, arms crossing over your chest as you approached the punching bag.
‘The relationship between you and me,’ Tony gestured in between the two of you.
‘It’s nothing special. Stop smothering me. You’re a place holder. I thought you knew that. If you didn't want to be a part of this, you should have said no.’
Remembering the fight you had just had with Tony only made you angrier. You began to punch at the target, letting out annoyed grunts. You looked like you wanted to cry, but you weren't going to let yourself do that. You kept punching at the target until your knuckles were red. You stepped back, proud of the aggression you had managed to get out without hurting anyone. It was then that you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
A gasp fell from your lips as you turned around and found none other than Bucky Barnes. 
“Don’t stop on my accord.” He grinned, his eyes scanning your figure. The way your skin moved and bounced softly in your tight party dress as you punched the target made him even hungrier for you.
“Wouldn't dream of it.” You huffed, turning back towards the target.
“It’ll be a more effective hit if you straighten out your stance a bit.” His voice was a few feet away, but in less than a few seconds, you felt his hands on your hips, adjusting them into a better stance. You could feel his body pressed up against yours, holding you close. You didn't expect it, however you made no effort to push him away.
“Why are you in here instead of at the party? I thought you liked parties.” He whispered in your ear, his face pressed up against your hair. He took in your sweet scent, how perfectly your body sunk into his.
“I tried to talk to Tony. He didn't like that very much. I should have never agreed to be his girlfriend. He pisses me off. I feel like I’m trapped here with no one who actually cares about me.” You whispered, giving in to the advances he had been making on you. 
“You’re wrong, you know. People do care about you here. You just let yourself get caught up with the wrong guy.” He said softly, letting his hand trail down you hips, resting just over the front of your short skirt. Your breathing grew heavier. He was relentless with his attempts to win your attention. He wanted you to feel the way he knew you deserved to.
“And you're the right guy for me then, huh?” Your words came out sarcastically, but Bucky simply nodded his head, letting out a husky growl in your ear. His lips parted, pressing against the soft skin right beneath you jawline. He started littering your jaw and your neck with the forbidden kisses, feeling you get more tense against his chest. 
“When is the last time he’s made it about you, hm? Instead of always making you take care of his needs.” He seemed annoyed by the idea. The thought of you wanting to please him made him weak with desire, but what excited him beyond words was caring for you. He was so thrilled by the idea of having you underneath him, eating up your moans and naughty words as he pushed you to your edge time after time. Such a waste. He was so angry at Tony for letting such a beautiful girl be left on her own.
“Bucky... We can't do this.” You whispered, but as a reward, you were met with his metal hand sliding up you hips, over your chest, and up your neck. He wrapped the metal around your throat, tilting your head up a bit so he could look into your eyes. 
“Why not? You deserve to have someone who care for you. You don’t deserve to be pushed off to the side. He doesn’t want you like I do.” He whispered in your ear. He was always so furious with Tony for neglecting you. He wanted you to forget all about Tony and focus on him instead. His hand firmly grabbed the fabric of your skirt, lifting it up slowly. His warm finger tips trailed up your thigh, softly squeezing at the flesh. Your breath became shaky, and he felt it. He felt how small and helpless you became under his body. It made his hunger for you grow. 
“You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of this...” He whispered, looking down into your eyes as his hand slid further up under your skirt. He grinned as he saw your eyes flutter closed. Your head would have fallen back had it not been for his tight grip on your throat. 
“You want this, don't you? I know you do...” He whispered. Bucky pushed aside your underwear in one quick movement, slipping a finger inside your folds. You felt his chest rumble with laughter, a teasing sort of snicker, as he felt the moisture growing between your legs.
“What a good girl.” His words made you melt completely. Of course you wanted him. You wanted someone to care for you, someone to show you the affection and the attention you deserved. And here he was offering. How could you say no?
“You want this as badly as I do.” He whispered, but you didn't answer. You couldn't. You didn't know what to say. You were frozen there, leaning into his chest. The more he talked, the more your arousal grew.
Bucky started gently rubbing your clit, whispering all the things he desired to do to you in your ear as he worked. He basked in how your moans were all for him. He was fueled by the fact that you were giving into him. He finally had you. He didn't intend to let you go.
Without much of a warning, he pushed one of his fingers inside you, adjusting your stance so you were facing him. He lifted one of your legs up over his waist, holding it there. He began pumping his finger in and out of you, so slowly that it was antagonizing you. 
“Bucky...” You whispered. “Someone is going to see us.” You were concerned that someone from the party would walk in and find you in an awfully compromising position with him. He pulled his hand from between your legs, picking you up off of the ground completely. Despite what you said, you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him. He walked to a part of the room that was more concealed, pressing you up against the wall. Your legs stayed around his waist. His metal hand found your throat again, pulling you in closer to him. He pressed his lips against yours, listening to the small hum of contentment that fell out of your lips. He kissed you until your lips were red and swollen. 
“Y/N, I have thought about nothing more than pleasing you and making you happy since the day you came here. Please, let me.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. You smiled softly, letting out a breathless laugh. 
“To hell with what Tony will do. If you want me, I’m all yours.” You whispered. And that was enough to make him lose his mind over you.
He set you down, prying your legs off of him. Bucky’s hands slid down your curves, squeezing gently here and there. He was in awe of every part of you. You always looked so pretty next to Tony, holding onto him while he showed you off. Now, finally, he had you here. He was ecstatic. In one quick movement, he grabbed the hemline of your dress, pulling the tight, stretchy fabric up over your head. He tossed it aside, taking a moment to admire you. His eyes said it all. The blue pupils that normally looked so soft and inviting were darkened, filled with lust and desire. His eyes trailed over the undergarments that covered you, as if he were trying to memorize your body. Your hands went for his shirt, wanting to pull it off, but he grabbed your wrists as tightly as he could without hurting you. 
“Ah ah ah.” He taunted, pinning your wrist up over your head with his metal hand.
“So greedy, doll. Just hold still and let me take care of you, yeah? You can do that for me, can't you?” His tone was husky, making the wetness between your legs grow. You could only nod your head in response, too overwhelmed by everything he was offering you. With his free hand, his caressed your breasts, running his fingers over the soft fabric that kept you covered. He just had to see you completely bare for him. In one quick movement, he ripped the lacy bra right off of your chest. A gasp from your lips followed. What was left of the bra tangled around your arms. He dropped his grip on your hands long enough to pull the bra off of you completely. You mustered a groan seeing one of your favorite bras being torn to shreds, but he only chuckled. 
Bucky’s eyes trailed over your breasts. Nipples hardened and perky, just begging for his touch. He licked his lips, in love with the feminine body in front of him. He bent down, capturing your left breast in his mouth. The sound of pure ecstasy that your produced made him grin against your skin. He left wet, sloppy kisses all over your breast, sucking and biting here and there while his hand reached for your other nipple. He knew just how to pinch and twist it. Your back arched off of the wall as you moaned. You stayed there, your wrists above your head, your body vulnerable to him until he let go of your hands altogether. He got down on his knees before you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed kisses against your skin, trailing down your stomach. 
“So fucking perfect.” He whispered, his hands reaching for your ass. He kneaded the flesh gently, admiring the smooth skin on your stomach as he kissed it.
“You want this?” He whispered, looking up at you. You looked down breathlessly, a smile coming to your lips. The Winter Soldier, by far one of the strongest men who lived in the compound, large, handsome, and dangerous was here on his knees for you. If nothing else would make you feel empowered, he did.
“Just fuck me, Barnes.” You whispered back, needing more from him. His laughter rumbled against your skin. He left a few more kisses below your navel, just above your hemline of your panties. He grinned, taking the fabric between his teeth. He went teasingly slow as he pulled off your underwear, his hot breath hitting your sensitive, throbbing core. Once he had successfully dragged your panties down to your upper thighs, he ripped them off with his metal arm as far as he could. Your hands gently pulled at the sleeve of his shirt.
“Not fair.” Was all you could muster. He snickered, nodding his head. He finally gave into what you wanted. He wanted you to be comfortable. He pulled off his shirt, groaning as you immediately ran your hands over his arms, admiring the smooth metal of the left and the rippling muscles in his right. You were so distracted admiring him that the quick, harsh lick against your folds caught you off guard. You froze, inhaling sharply as he did it again. All the strength in your legs gave out. You leaned against the wall, grateful for him holding you there to support you. It was only second before he pushed his tongue past your folds and straight into your pussy. He knew he was driving you crazy. 
Your hands found his long, brown hair, tugging on it just hard enough that he growled against your sensitive skin. The vibration sent a ripple through your body that made you moan loudly. Bucky lapped up every drop of wetness, but didn't allow you a release. He knew how good it would feel if you could just wait a while. 
He stood back up, his hand slipping into your folds once more. His thumb immediately found your clit. He began slowly rubbing it in circles, grinning at how fast your wetness returned. 
“Such a good girl.” He whispered, praising you for your behavior. He smiled at the small mewl of pleasure that fell from your lips. He knew this was something you hadn't had in a long time. How could Tony just neglect you when you were so perfect? He went on rubbing your core, slipping one, then two fingers inside you to stretch you a bit so you’d be ready for him. This was what he had wanted for longer than he cared to remember. It made him feel elated to know you wanted it just as badly. 
“Doll, are you ready for me?” He asked, getting a small nod from you, but it wasn't good enough. He pulled his fingers out of your dripping folds, smiling at you.
“I need you to put your pretty mouth to good use and use your words, sweetheart.” He whispered. You opened your eyes that you clamped closed only moments ago. The pleasure was overwhelming. It was something Tony never gave you. As your gaze set upon him again, you found him sucking your arousal off of his fingers, his smirk growing at your hazy eyes.
“Please... I’m ready.” Was all you could whisper. With his metal arm, he scooped you up, your legs reattaching around his waist. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. 
“Tell me if you need me to slow down.” He whispered, kissing your forehead. He broke his lustful stare for just a moment, offering you the tender care you so desperately wanted. You couldn't help but smile, your eyes filling with determination as the lust returned to his. You didn't look down, but you could feel his size as he pushed himself inside you inch by inch. He held you tightly between his body and the wall, throwing head back as you took him all. Your body grew tense, appreciating the moment he gave you to adjust. But it didn't last long. You knew how badly he wanted this. Waiting much longer didn't seem like much of an option. 
Bucky began to move slowly at first, small movements. But it lasted for just seconds before he began to speed up his thrusts. He’d pull so far out that when he rammed himself back in, it sent a tingle up your spine each time he moved.
“Oh god, Bucky... don't stop.” You would whisper to him. The pleads, the dirty things, and curse you whispered in his ear fueled him with more desire than he knew what to do with. He switched hands, supporting you with his flesh hand while his metal hand reclaimed it’s place around your throat. He kept going, grinning at you.
“Who is making you feel this good?” He growled, squeezing your neck a bit tighter. He didn't care if you were Tony’s girl. Like you said, it was transactional. But this, between you and him, he’d make sure lasted a long, long time. He wanted it to be real.
“Y-You, Buck.” You whispered, clenching around him as you focused on your upcoming release.
“That’s fucking right.” He grunted out as he felt your walls clench around him. He knew what you needed.
“Come on, doll. Cum.” He whispered, giving you the permission and encouragement to have your release. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers becoming entangled in his brown hair. You began to pull at it gently as you finally came. He kept moving quickly inside you, holding himself back so he could help you milk your release for every last, delicious drop. 
“Holy... fuck.” Bucky whispered as one of your hands slid down his chest and into his pants. Your hand softly stroked him as he would slide out and then back in. Your touch drove him mad. He pulled out quickly as he released, the warm liquid hitting your stomach instead. You both stayed as you were for longer than you realized, trying to catch your breath. He stared at your face, smiling softly as you finally met his eyes.
“I think...” Your voice trailed off, exhausted. He raised his brows, patiently awaiting your words. 
“I think there is no way I’m going back to the party.” You whispered. The man before you chuckled, pressing a kiss against your lips.
“Good. Then we’re not done, sweetheart.” He gently smacked your ass, listening to you giggle softly. It was a sound he always longed to hear come out of your mouth. He knew this was real. He knew the sound couldn't be bought.
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stefciastark · 3 years
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Hallucinations ~ Webpril Day 19
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A/N: WARNING (briefly mentioned graphic violence, but nothing extreme, just putting a warning in case). After a hallucinogenic gas explodes in Peter's face during a mission, he is plagued by nightmares and flashbacks. Tony steps in to help. Apologies for any inconsistencies or general bad flow on this one, I had to write in a bit of a hurry before an early A.M class tomorrow and I haven't had a chance to give it a once-over. Hope you guys enjoy this one :) x
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“Kid, kid! Stop!” Tony grasped Peter’s wrists as they flew once more towards his face, and he staggered forwards with an ungraceful jerk, almost falling onto the bed. How the hell was the kid this strong?
“Get off me!” Peter thrashed on the bed wildly, eyes open but looking feral and petrified. Peter’s response was purely instinctual, and nature had chosen ‘fight’ as his defense mechanism. It was too bad Tony wasn’t in his suit to help contain it.
After an incident a few days prior involving a gaseous compound that caused vivid hallucinations, Peter hadn’t gotten a good night's sleep since. Neither had Tony. The kid had been caught right in the face with the gas during the few seconds that his mask was down, whilst Tony was lucky enough to have his built in air filtration system save him from the hell that ensued.
Peter didn’t talk about what he experienced. At least not to Tony, but Tony couldn’t quite think of anybody else that Peter would go to. Tony really wished the kid would open up to someone.
The dim light from the ensuite bathroom cast light on Tony’s forearms. They were covered in bruises that looked like scattered wine stains with the varying shades of deep red and purple.
Peter’s struggles dissolved in intensity, and his eyes slid shut again. The poor kid was exhausted, and each - almost - sleepless night was taking its toll.
Once Tony was sure Peter was asleep once more, judging by the now even breathing, he slid to the carpet below, back leaning against the side of the bed. Feeling powerless to help the young Avenger, he stared blankly into the wall, suddenly transported back to a time when he suffered much like Peter was.
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“Good morning, Peter. It is currently 9:30 A.M. Today it will be slightly overcast with a high of 73.4 degrees. You have no upcoming events. Enjoy your morning.”
With a groan, Peter rolled over and covered his head with an adjacent pillow. This was the first time in a long time that F.R.I.D.A.Y had woken him up. Closing his eyes once more, he prepared to re-enter the world of sleep.
That plan immediately was foiled as “Thunderstruck” blared over his room’s speakers.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y…” Peter whined, sounding more like a spoiled toddler than he cared to admit.
“I apologise, but this is part of Mr Stark’s ‘Couch Potato’ protocol. If you do not leave the bed in the next thirty seconds, I will have to initiative Phase 2, which involves-”
“Okay, okay!” Throwing the sheets to the side, he swung his legs off the side of the mattress. As soon as his feet touched the floor, the music stopped, and he sighed in relief. At any other time he would have loved the sound of classic rock, but he felt overstimulated and irritated by almost every sound, sight, and whatever else assaulted any of his senses.
The rational part of his brain told him that Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was a probable culprit. Maybe it was spending so much time around Tony “I’m Fine” Stark, but Peter didn’t particularly want to address the issue. He was strong, he could brute force his way through it, no problem. As far as he was concerned, none of the other Avengers were getting psychological help - although in all fairness they needed it - and he didn’t want to be seen as weak. He didn’t want it to seem like he couldn’t handle the mental duress that went with being an Avenger.
Half-conscious, he went through the automatic routine of having a shower, brushing his teeth, and throwing on a basic outfit. Today’s choice consisted of jeans and a Hawkeye T-Shirt that Clint had unironically bought him last Christmas. Blearily shuffling into the kitchen, Peter considered taking up drinking coffee in the mornings; it seemed to be universally known as the almighty bean juice that provided a form of liquid Carpe Diem.
He half expected the whole Avengers team to be in the common kitchen area. They usually were in the mornings, but today it was dead quiet. Dead quiet except for Tony, who was flicking through the latest issue of Wired magazine. In his left hand was a mug that said “World’s Okayest CEO”. Peter had to guess that that mug was courtesy of Pepper. If it were up to Tony, ‘okayest’ would have been swapped with ‘best’.
“You know, these photos don’t really do me justice. I’m much sexier in person. I mean look at this,” Tony flipped the magazine around, showing Peter an article that summarised Tony’s latest successes and blunders. The photo Tony’s finger was tapping on was of Tony at the Stark Expo a few months ago. His smile blatantly looked like he would have rather been anywhere else.
Peter opened his mouth to send a smart remark in response, but instead he froze in place, air stuck in his lungs, his throat jumping as he struggled to get words out. The sound of percolation coming from the coffee pot dredged up the memory he was trying to forget: the dripping of blood - Tony’s blood - creating a macabre mosaic on the pavement as he hung suspended by cables and wires. Steve’s hand had been wrapped around Peter’s ankle in a silent beg for release from life, a large shard of glass having punctured through his chest. The worst of all of them was Aunt May, eyes staring open and lifeless, neck bent at an unnatural and gruesome angle that was burned into Peter’s retinas for the rest of time. On all sides, marching towards him, had been an army consisting of Doombots, Chitauri, and the remaining Avengers. Those he had come to trust had come to betray him.
“Whoa, whoa, you’re alright, c’mon.” Tony’s brow was furrowed, and although his voice sounded distant and miles away, it was gentle and full of understanding. Peter shook his head, shaking the visions away with it.
“Grab your phone and wallet, kid, I’ve made you an appointment.” Tony swept up his sunglasses - this time tinted orange with a silver frame - off of the coffee table and tucked his phone into the inside of his jacket pocket.
“An-an appointment? For what?” Peter was taken by surprise, fully expecting - and hoping - to vegetate on the couch that day. The TV turned his mind off, the white noise drowning out the visions that replayed in his mind over and over again.
Placing a comforting hand between Peter’s shoulders once Peter had returned from a quick phone and wallet retrieval mission, Tony guided him towards the elevator. Pressing the ‘down’ button, he turned towards Peter. “Taking you to a psych. I don’t know how to-” Tony gestured vaguely, lost for the right words he wanted to say. He sighed, and started again. ��I didn’t exactly deal with my stuff the right way. Didn’t think I ever needed a shrink, but let me tell you, one conversation with Bruce and it changed my mind completely.”
“Isn’t he not that type of doctor?”
“Don’t interrupt, I’m trying to have a heartfelt father-son moment with you here and break the whole cycle of shame about…” Tony trailed off again, seething internally at his inability to string a semi-coherent sentence together. “My dad didn’t really believe in that kind of stuff,” Tony continued, eyes darting to the elevator display and then returning back to Peter. “Anyways, you’ve been having nightmares. You can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because you can’t sleep, and,” Tony winced, “I don’t think the whole counselling shtick is my forte.”
As the elevator doors chimed open, Peter stepped forward and promptly wrapped his arms around Tony in a heartfelt hug. Clenching his eyes shut against tears that threatened to overflow, he murmured, “thanks, Mr Stark” into the fabric of Tony’s jacket.
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Nyctophilia
(n.) love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness
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Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: Angst & suicide
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When the cold and damp air swirls around you and it touches the skin that was once warm, you feel a chill. You feel the warmth that spirals around just magically disappear, just like the ashes that were once the man who you were madly in love with. You never acted on your feelings because Bucky never seemed to be interested. He was a very touch starved individual, but never wanted your touch. He was seemingly against the way your fingers grazed his flesh arm because if even one inch of you touched his metal one, he’d flip out.
Steve always said it was because he never really believed he deserved a chance at happiness, but when you asked him if he ever wanted a chance he said yes, but not with you. You immediately began holding back and seemed to turn into a shadow in the night. You stopped everything and just seemed to ignore his existence. Steve was annoyed with how Bucky just straight up continued like it was a normal day, Bucky never saw much of you these days. It wasn’t until you walked into the dimly lit kitchen that one cold September night that your shirt looked too heavy on your frame and your cheeks were sunken in.
You no longer had any light left in your eyes nor shiny glow in your skin. Your hair looked dried and about to fall out for how rough it looked. You never smiled anymore and when Nat grabbed your arm the one day he saw you wince and let a tear slip down your cheek, She had unintentionally hurt you. Steve was worried and when it came time for Tony to fly out with Pepper, everyone had plans...except for you. You stayed behind and somehow so did Bucky. He watched as you stayed outside for three hours in the cold crisp November night. Your hair blowing in the breeze, your light and almost see through nightdress was the only thing that covered you. You sat in the field and watched nothing but the darkness surround you.
How you survived as long as you had was a mystery to the team. It was almost as if God and the Devil were not interested in seeing you at the time. You were with Steve down in Wakanda and teamed up with Wanda to help take down the threat that would be the main threat before Thanos showed up. You were such a sad sight to see. Ta’challa couldn’t even look at you without fear of breaking apart. Shuri was concerned as well as a near death avenger showed up for war. How the hell did you have plans on fighting when you were already fighting yourself.
Bucky was the target of numerous punches from both the King and Princess. You had Wanda poking inside your brain, but you were too weak and tired to fight her off. When that evil monster showed up and took the mind stone from Vision, you saw how this was gonna end. Thanos stood toe to toe with you, him looking at your shaking frame as he saw you about to die by your own hands.
“You poor little thing. The world hasn’t been so kind to you, has it?” He says with sincere sympathy.
You fall to your knees as he crouched down and lifts your chin up with his left hand.
“This isn’t your fight, little one. There’s nothing I hate more than a miserable creature, I think I’ll just end your suffering myself.” He says as he starts to use the power he had already from the gauntlet.
The power surrounding you and yet you didn’t feel anything. Thanos started draining your body when gunfire and the roars of thunder distracted him. Your body falls limp at his feet and when Bucky sees your body hit the ground, his eyes darken and he feels like the winter soldier takes over, of course Thanos snaps and all of a sudden he’s gone. Bucky starts running over to you and he sees your face just barely coloured. He starts to feel funny and as he takes one last deep breath, he calls out for Steve and as he turns around, Bucky is already dust.
————five years later————-
The time heist as Tony called it became a ideal plan. They were going to redo every failure leading up to Thanos. They were going to bring back the half of the population that was taken by Thanos.
“Nat. You and Y/n will be getting the soul stone.” Steve says
Nat smiles at you and grips your hand tightly.
“We’ll see you in a minute” Nat smirks at Steve.
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“What is this place?” Natasha asks as you head further to what looked like an edge.
“So this is Vormir?” You mumble as you approach the end.
Nat grabbing your hand as you looked over the edge.
“Nebula mentioned that Thanos took Gamora here. She said while Thanos left here, Gamora never did. The soul stone is from here. In order to receive the stone, a soul of something you love must be gave in return.” You say as Red Skull was floating around you two.
“Precisely, young one.” He says
“Nat. One of us ain’t leaving here.” You say as she looks at you with glossy eyes.
“I know who it’s gotta be, y/n. However I don’t want it to go down like this.” She sniffed the damp air.
“Nat! They are depending on us. I don’t like this either, but we need that stone before Thanos comes for it.” You say
As you turn to walk towards the edge, Nat grabs your arm and throws you behind her.
“Nat, what the hell!?” You were annoyed
“You have a future, don’t waste it.” She says
“No I don’t. The only future I wanted was something that the world made sure I’d never have.” You whisper
“You are the backbone of the avengers, Natasha. I’m just some girl who was acquired from S.H.I.E.L.D.” You say
She pulls you into a hug and you saw the window of opportunity closing. With quick thinking you managed to jab Nat with a temporary paralysis shot and as she fell you looked her in the eyes and smiled.
“I’m tired of fighting, Nat, I’m done hurting. Make sure you win.” You smile before you run and jump towards your death, Thunder erupted above Natasha signaling your end.
As she arrived back in the compound, Tony and Steve almost screamed when only Natasha came back. She was in tears and passed the stone off to Bruce before storming off. Heading into your old room, she noticed an opened notebook on your desk.
November 3rd.
How can sunshine possibly come from our darkest times?
Skipping through the notebook, Nat found depressing journal entries that made her fall to the ground. You were this depressed and the fact that she didn’t even do anything, must of felt like the worst betrayal ever. You truly were tired of hurting and you were beyond exhausted.
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Portals opened everywhere and everyone who was ever dusted, came back to help kick Thanos to the curb like the trash he was. Bucky was so excited to see you again and finally admit what was bothering him. Only to see Nat look at him during the battle with pity and continued on fighting leaving him with concern.
You had found relaxation and comfort within the darkness and it was time for you to become one with it. You were tired of fighting yourself and it was the best thing to have happened to you.
After the battle, Bucky couldn’t see you anywhere. Rushing over to Steve, Bucky almost threw up due to stress.
“Where’s y/n?” He begged for an answer.
The dirt and blood covered the air as Steve looked at his feet.
“I’m sorry, Buck.” He whispered
“Where is she?” He demanded
“Bucky!”
Natasha called him over and Steve helped him before offering him his shoulder to cry on.
“She sacrificed herself for the soul stone. She’s the reason we got the stone before Thanos could.” Nat says
Bucky felt the gun drop from his hand and the air get sucked from his lungs. You didn’t actually do that...did you?
“What?” He was so broken and yet angry at himself for doing this. He wanted you, but he didn’t deserve you. Tony walked over and placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.
“We didn’t know what was going to happen, Bucky.” Tony said as Pepper and him walked to a portal. Wong opened a different portal all for Bucky and as soon as he walked through, he was inside your room. Noticing your notebook pile, the very newest but still old notebook that remained open caught his eye. It was opened by Nat to a very specific date.
August 29th
The day I discovered that I was in love with Bucky was the best day ever. I remember being like a small school girl all over again. He constantly swims through my head at the worst times and always makes me happy. I really love him and I honestly don’t know how I’m going to tell him.
September 13th
That feeling of purity is now tarnished. Who knew that my crush would turn out to be something so stupid. Who was I to believe that the world would ever treat me the way I wanted to be treated. I was stupid to believe that I had a chance with him. Being told straight to your face that they can’t see you as their source of happiness really takes your confidence away.
September 20th
Who knew something like this could ever hurt as bad, ‘cause I sure as hell didn’t. I just am so tired of being this sad. I’ve been sitting out in the darkness for weeks and it’s honestly the only time I feel safe and appreciated. No one is there to make me miserable and no one is there to talk. I finally can express how I feel without rejection. The darkness is my sense of comfort.
November 18th
It’s been hard lately, but I’m doing better. I felt like talking to Bucky again, but I just realized that it’ll only be pointless. I have completely lost my feelings for him, I’m done hurting. I’m done fighting.
November 28th
Vormir was brought up and I heard about how Gamora was sacrificed to get the soul stone. I can’t imagine how poor Nebula was taking her sisters death. I can only hope it wasn’t painful, because in the short time I knew her...Gamora was one of the nicest people I could’ve ever met.
If you’re reading this
I know it’s stupid to leave notes, but to whoever sees this, if I’m not there, well then my plan worked. I’m so sorry to everyone I left behind. I never wanted to say goodbye, but it hurts to fight for something you don’t want to fight for anymore. I wish you guys all the best and I hope that whoever sees this realizes that I’m in a better place and that’s simply all I ever wanted.
Bucky sat on your bed as tears fell down his cheeks. You were the tiniest bit of sunlight in all of his darkest days and he failed to tell you how much you meant to him. Now the one person who made him feel something was making him feel everything. He closed the notebook and laid on the bed and closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I didn’t deserve you darling.”
As that night hung over the sky, Bucky made his way to the field and sat on the grass and let the darkness comfort him as the emotions just escaped him like lost souls trying to escape hell.
“I wish to be where you are.” He whispers as the cold and damp air dance over his skin as he welcomes the mystic touch of nature.
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AFTER HAPPILY EVER AFTER (1)
LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story 
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Word Count: 2,900ish
Summary: A few years after Bailey and Steve get married, something unexpected happens.
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This smell of homemade lasagna filled his nostrils as he entered the home. A smile grew on his face as he made his way to the kitchen, where his wife was working on the meal and humming to herself. He snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, jumping slightly in his arms.
“Sorry,” Steve whispered, “didn’t mean to scare you.”
“That’s okay,” I responded, turning in his arms. I leaned up and pecked his lips. “I missed you today. How was Dad?” I turned around to continue working.
“I missed you too. And Tony was good. He misses you.”
I laughed. “He lives right next door and basically sees me every day. That big baby. Did you beat him though?”
“Not a chance. Golfing is definitely his thing, not mine.”
“Shame. I had a plan for you if you won.”
“Oh yeah? What was it?”
“I can’t tell you, you didn’t win.”
“I guess I’ll just have to force it out of you.” Steve began pressing kisses down my neck. “Won’t I, B?”
“Stop!” I laughed, pushing him away. “Go get cleaned up. Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Fine, fine.” Steve pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
I smiled as I continued to get dinner ready. It had been almost three years since Steve had arrived in the afterlife and we had been married. And it had been some of the best years of my life. It was nice to not have anyone trying to destroy us and we could enjoy each other and the simple life. But we all know, that our happiness could never last long. Or could it?
Steve and I ate dinner together, happily, before Steve ended up receiving his present. Which, will remain between Steve and I. It was about two months after that night, when things began to change. Steve and all the boys left for a boys weekend, in which Pepper was too relieved and worried at the same time. I was excited to have some time to myself and to spend some time with just the women in my family.
It was still morning, and I was in bed not feeling very well. Feeling my stomach suddenly in my throat, I rushed to the bathroom. Making it to the toilet just in time to empty the contents of it.
“Mrs. Rogers,” FRIDAY called. Tony had insisted on recreating the AI to help keep everyone connected. “It seems that you are not feeling well. Should I call Captain Rogers or the Boss?”
“No!” I yelled, in the midst of throwing up. “Don’t bug them. But—“ I heaved over the toilet once again. “But you can call Mom… please.”
Pepper was quick to come over, with my grandma Maria in tow.
“Bailey!” Pepper exclaimed upon seeing me leaning against the toilet.
Her and Maria knelt beside me. Maria put the backside of one of her hands on my forehead, which I hadn’t realized was sweating.
“You’re burning up, dear,” Maria stated.
“Something’s… wrong…” I mumbled.
“FRIDAY?” Pepper called.
“I’m running tests right now,” the AI responded.
“Come on,” Pepper wrapped an arm around me. “Let’s get you to the bed.”
I was weak, so Maria and Pepper had to support me the whole way to the bed. The two women grabbed water, cold wash cloths, and something for me to throw up in, if needs be. I was growing increasingly uncomfortable as the three of us waited for FRIDAY to run her needed tests. Pepper and Maria kept sharing worried looks as I would moan and groan in pain.
“We should really call the men,” Maria said. “Steve, Tony, and Howard aren’t going to be happy when they find out about her condition.”
“No!” I quickly said. “Not until FRIDAY comes back with the tests… no need to worry them if it’s nothing.”
“This isn’t going to be nothing, B,” Pepper said, wiping my forehead with a cloth.
“Just wait—“
“I have the test results back,” FRIDAY interrupted.
“And?” Pepper questioned.
“It looks like Mrs. Rogers is pregnant.”
“What?” All three women gasped.
“Bailey is pregnant and her body is not taking it well.”
“Really?” I rasped. “I couldn’t tell…”
“My advice is to get her to a medical professional as soon as possible.”
“Call the boys,” Pepper ordered, “now.”
“Hey, Pep!” Tony’s voice rang over the speaker system. “I’ve only been gone a day. You already miss me?”
“Hey, Pepper!” “Hi!” A chorus of voices sounded.
“Tony,” Pepper’s tone was solemn.
“What’s wrong, Pepper?”
“Something’s wrong?” Clint asked.
“Is Bailey okay?” Steve asked.
“We need you all to come home,” Pepper said. “Bruce?”
“Yes?” Bruce’s voice filled the women’s ears. “You have access to the tests FRIDAY ran. Read them on the way.”
“Honey,” Tony called, “what’s happening?”
“Just hurry home.”
And they all did. The other women in the family arrived at the Rogers residence before the men did, and were told of what was happening. They knew that they would need to calm the men down when they arrived, and were all prepared to do so. Bruce hurried back to my bedroom the moment they arrived. Pepper and Maria stopped the others from following, having them sit in the living room.
“I need to be with her!” Steve argued when the women told him to sit. “Bailey’s my wife!”
“And she’s my daughter!” Tony followed.
“What’s going on here, Maria?” Howard asked, getting straight to the point.
“Bailey is pregnant,” Maria answered.
“Pregnant?” Steve and Tony repeated in shock.
“Congrats punk!” Bucky smiled, smacking Steve’s back.
“Bucky,” Natasha scolded. His smile quickly faded.
“What’s wrong then?” Steve asked.
“Her body isn’t handling the pregnancy well,” Pepper stated. “FRIDAY didn’t give us anymore than that.”
“I need to be in there with her.” Steve stood up, trying to make his way over to the bedroom.
“Steve, wait,” Natasha stepped in front of him. “We need to wait until Bruce is done.”
“I can’t, Nat,” Steve’s voice broke and tears formed in his eyes. “My wife is in there, in pain, and pregnant with my child. And I don’t know what’s going on.”
Inside my bedroom, Bruce was running all shorts tests while I was going in and out of consciencenous. I kept trying to call out for Steve, but it would come out as moans and groans. Bruce was trying his best to hurry and comfort me. It took about an hour for all the tests to come back, thanks to FRIDAY. I was out, so Bruce sneaked out and went into the living room, where everyone was waiting.
“How is she?” Tony immediately asked, upon seeing Bruce enter the room.
Bruce sighed. “Her body is trying to deal with the pregnancy. It seems that whatever HYDRA had done to her, is still affecting her, though she does have a uterus now… Her body is fighting itself. I’m concerned for her, but I also think that we can save the pregnancy.”
“Really?” Steve questioned, trying not to sound too hopeful.
“Yes. If we keep her in bed for the pregnancy, I believe there is a chance.”
“Can we see her?” Tony asked.
“Yes, but not to overwhelm her, I think that Steve should go alone first.”
Steve was up and moving before Bruce could finish the sentence. He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself before entering our shared bedroom. His heart broke at the sight of me, in the middle of the bed, with sweat on my brow and clear pain on my face. Steve hurried over and carefully sat on the bed beside me. He gently brushed some hair out of my face.
“I’m here, baby,” he cooed. “I’m here.”
“Ste-ve?” I croaked, barely opening my eyes.
“I’m here, B. I’m right here.”
“The baby…”
“Is still with us. Bruce said that you’ll need to be on bed rest to give the pregnancy a chance.”
“We’re going to have a baby,” I mumbled, trying to force a smile and keep my eyes open.
“We’re going to have a baby,” Steve repeated, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I love you so much.”
“Love you, too.”
"Now you need to get some rest.”
“Dad…”
“I’ll go get him. Okay?”
I weakly nodded before Steve left the room to get Tony. Upon entering the living room, the two men made eye contact and Steve motioned with his head for Tony to come. Tony was quickly up and walking to the bedroom. As he entered and saw me on the bed, he replayed the many times he had seen me in similar positions. He thought that we were done with this, that we could finally be at peace.
“Hey, honey,” Tony smiled, sitting beside me.
“Hey, daddy,” I mumbled, trying to reciprocate the smile.
“I heard I’m going to be a grandfather.”
“Mhm.”
“And that the stubborn kid is already causing you trouble.”
“Definitely Steve and I’s kid,” I quietly joked.
Tony chuckled. “Definitely. You’re going to need to stay on bedrest and keep a low stress level if this is going to work.”
“Mhm.”
“I’ll do everything in my power to make this happen.”
“I know… you and Steve…”
“Yes,” he grabbed my hand, bring it up for a kiss. “Me and Steve.”
Tony and Pepper, though they lived next door, moved some things into the basement to be closer to me. Steve and Tony took turns watching over me, which, at times, could be a bit much. Especially as my strength came back, slowly. Bruce came by to check on me, multiple times a day. And FRIDAY also kept everyone updated.
By the time I was seven months along, I was over bedrest, even though I was still not feeling that good.
“Come on!” I exclaimed. “I just want to walk onto the deck, sit there, and watch the waves.”
“Nope,” Tony shook his head, not looking up from whatever he was working on at the desk in my bedroom. “Bedrest is bedrest. You can watch the waves from the window.”
“But it’s not the same!” I pouted. “I can’t lay in this bed for another two months!”
“If you want that baby, you’re gonna.”
“Stupid blessing,” I murmured. “When’s Steve going to be home?”
“Not until tonight. Said he had some errands to run.”
“Then can you just leave me? I haven’t had a moment alone to myself in months. Can you just go downstairs or to the garage and work on something?”
“I’m not leaving you alone.”
“I promise I won’t leave this bed! I just need some time to myself. Please, dad? Please?”
Tony sighed. “Fine.” He moved from the desk, walking over to me. “I’ll give you thirty minutes. But if I find out that you so much as had moved over in this bed, I’ll make sure that you have more babysitters quicker than you can count. Understood?”
“Yes, dad,” I smiled. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he kissed my forehead. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
“Me? Do something stupid? Never?”
“I’m not even going to really answer that,” he said as he left the room.
I laid there and waited for fifteen minutes. I knew that it would take that long for Tony to be fully immersed in whatever he was creating. I took a deep breath before moving over to the side of my bed. I set a hand on my belly before moving my feet to touch the ground. Slowly and carefully, I pushed myself off the bed so that I was standing up. My legs were wobbly, but it felt so good to be standing up again. Whenever I needed to use the restroom or bathe, Steve or Tony would carry me.
“Mrs. Rogers,” FRIDAY began, “you shouldn’t be out of bed.”
“I swear, FRIDAY, if you so much as tell a soul, I’ll fry your motherboard so bad that Dad won’t have a chance at getting you back.”
“Of course, Bailey.”
“Thank you,” I sighed.
I took me longer than I’d care to admit to reach the back deck. When I arrived, I let out a sigh of contentment and sat myself in a chair. The smell of the salty water filled my senses and helped calm me. I closed my eyes, relaxing, until I heard footsteps coming up the outside steps. I opened my eyes to see Howard walking up the stairs.
“I don’t think you’re suppose to be out here,” he commented, coming to sit on a chair beside me.
“I tricked Tony into giving me a few minutes to myself and then snuck out here. I can’t be in that bed anymore. I needed some fresh air.”
“Understandable. How’s my great-grandchild?”
“Stubborn.” I rubbed my round belly. “Been kicking more and more. It definitely has my natural strength. And Steve’s serum is not helping.”
“I bet. When Maria was pregnant, Tony wouldn’t stop moving either. Seems his never stopped.”
We both let out a light laugh, mine stopping short when I felt a pain. I groaned, sitting up a little.
“Are you alright?” Howard asked.
“Yeah, probably just my muscles cramping from all the unuse.” I winced as another flash of pain hit. “Maybe I should go back in and lay down.”
Howard stood up and grabbed me, helping me up. “Yeah, let’s get you—“
“No,” I gasped, feeling something run down my legs. I looked down to see blood. “No.”
“Tony!” Howard shouted. “FRIDAY, get Tony up here. And call Steve and Bruce to get here now.”
“What’s going on out here?” Tony asked. “Oh my—Bailey!” He hurried over. “What are you doing out of bed?”
“I’m so sorry, dad,” I cried. “I couldn’t lay there anymore. I needed out. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Tony set his hands on my face, forcing my teary eyes to look at him. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
“Did I kill my baby? Did I just kill my baby?”
“No, honey,” Tony said, as he picked me up.
“I’m going to grab somethings to help!” Howard said, rushing to grab things he believed were necessary.
“Tell Steve I’m sorry,” I continued to cry. “I was being selfish, and I’m so sorry.”
“Ssshhh,” Tony whispered, laying me down on my bed. “It’s understandable. Steve isn’t going to be angry at you. And your baby is going to be just fine. We’re all dead anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Bruce and Natasha got there just in time to force me to push. The baby had to come out for both of our sakes. Steve was rushing home from wherever he was, and apparently Pepper was with him. Howard kept all the others that were gathering, in the living room, waiting for news. Tony sat behind me, holding me and telling me encouraging things, as I pushed. Bruce and Natasha were quick to take the baby into the bathroom once it was out.
“Why isn’t my baby crying?” I cried, exhaustedly. “Why isn’t it—“ My sentence was interrupted by a small cry. “Oh my!” I began to sob.
“She’s going to be okay,” Bruce said, coming out on the bathroom. “She’s going to need to be carefully monitored, but she’ll be okay.”
“She?” Tony and I whispered.
“It’s a girl,” Natasha repeated, bringing the baby out. “Would you like to hold her?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
Tony stayed behind me to hold me up, as Nat handed over my little girl. He watched the baby over my shoulder. It reminded him of when Morgan was born, and his eyes filled with tears.
“She’s beautiful,” I whispered, letting her finger grasp mine.
“Shouldn’t we be worried?” Tony asked Bruce. “She’s only 28 weeks.”
“I’m having FRIDAY run tests and monitor, but my the looks of it, she was ready to come out anyway. It must have something to do with Steve and Bailey’s combined DNA.”
“Where is she?” I heard Steve shout from the living room. His fast footsteps were heard before the door swung open. “Bailey! Are you—is the baby okay? What happened?” He froze when he finally saw what was in my arms. “Is that… is that our baby?”
“Yes,” I nodded, smiling up at him.
“Come here and take my place, Cap,” Tony said. “Before I hold my grandchild before you do.”
Steve hurried over and took Tony’s spot. Tony brought over a chair and sat beside them.
“She looks just like you,” Steve whispered in awe.
“Are you kidding?” I asked. “She looks just like you.”
“What are we going to name her? We never really talked about names.”
“Sarah. Sarah Virginia Rogers.” I looked up at Steve. “After our mothers.”
“That’s perfect.” Steve leaned down and gave me a long, loving kiss. “You did good, Bailey.”
“I did stupid,” I laughed. “But it seems like she wanted to come out anyway.”
“I love you and our little girl so much.”
“And I love you both more.”
Pepper came in just as Bruce and Natasha left. As my little girl was passed around from some, if not the most, important people in my life, I couldn’t help but smile. Because no matter what, we would always be there for each other. Until the very end.
Thank you to the anon who gave me the idea to write this! I hope people enjoy it.
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