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extraordinari1y-ordinary-writer · 4 months

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Pent Up

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Bucky has a lot of pent up frustration.

Content Warning: NSFW; PIV sex; fingering; oral (female and male receiving); unprotected sex (wrap it up); rough sex?; creampie; multiple orgasms; hints at teasing; language; established relationship; anything else I failed to mention.

Word Count: 1781

Note: Was this requested? No! It was voted. I hope you guys like this (and I hope it is filthy enough for you guys!). I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

MNDI (18+)

Bucky could blame you. You're the one who wore that dress he loves. You're the one who teased him all night. You're the one who went to dinner without any panties.

But he couldn't. It was all him. Bucky was wound up from nearly two weeks of no sex. Usually, your schedules matched pretty well, but for some reason, the universe wanted to keep you two apart. Bucky assumed your schedules would even themselves out. He assumed he would get a night with you and all this tension he was feeling would be resolved.

He was wrong.

Bucky had to wait nearly two weeks before he could have you. Two weeks of him not touching himself, two weeks of him getting more and more frustrated until you finally had a day off that matched up with his. It would be a date night. Bucky would wine and dine you and then have the whole night to yourselves.

And then you came out with that dress. And Bucky had to spend dinner trying to adjust himself discreetly. The dress fit you perfectly. It enhanced your curves and made you more irresistible to him.

And your make up—fuck! Your lipstick looked almost sinful. Bucky was starting to feel hot under his clothes.

Every time you smiled or laughed was enough to make him antsy. But when you leaned over to grab the bottle of wine, your cleavage was on full display, and Bucky nearly burst. He felt like a horny teenager again.

The check never came so fast. And the ride home was tense.

"You okay, babe?" you asked. You were feigning innocence. Bucky saw the mischievous glint in your eyes.

He placed a hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking the soft skin of your leg. "I'm fine," he said. He was desperately trying to keep his tone even. "I'm just enjoying the night with you."

You smiled. "I am, too." There was a pause before you spoke again. "Can I show you something?" you asked. Bucky hummed. You took the hand on your thigh and guided it up. Bucky felt his heart jump in his throat, his other hand white-knuckling the steering wheel. He let out a strangled moan when he touched your exposed cunt. You weren't wearing any fucking panties.

"You went this whole night like this?" His voice was low and thick. You hummed and nodded. Bucky growled. His fingers teased your entrance, and you whimpered. You were dripping. Bucky did it for another minute before pushing one finger in. You threw your head back with a gasp. You fluttered and clenched around him. Bucky can't stop himself from glancing at you. Your mouth is open, and your eyes are closed. Your chest heaves, and your cheeks are flushed. He adds another finger, alternating between thrusting and curling inside you.

By this point you're a moaning mess. "Just like that—fuck," you exclaim. He's hitting that spot in you. "Right there, right there—fuck, it's so good!"

The tightness in Bucky's pants is almost painful. Your tight wetness mingling with your moans is nearly too much for him. Any other night, he could draw out a single orgasm until you're begging. Tonight was not that night. He added a third finger, and you nearly sobbed at the sensation. He picked up the pace, his fingers thrusting in and out of you relentlessly. He's working your cunt for all it's worth. At least until you both got home.

You were babbling at this point, incoherent words mixing with your moans until you finally reached your high. "I'm cumming," you cry, trying to grind your hips on his hand. Bucky bites back a groan. You're gushing around his hand. You're moaning and whimpering, biting your lip as you ride out your bliss. Once you've come down, Bucky pulls his hand from between your legs. His fingers were dripping. You take his hand, one by one, lick and suck on his slick-soaked fingers. You moan at the taste.

Jesus Christ.

"Just wait 'till we get back, sweetheart," he rasps. It was more of a threat than a promise.

. . .

Bucky wasted no time ripping your clothes off the second the front door closed. Neither of you had the patience to stumble to the bedroom, instead opting to fuck near the front door.

The two of you were a mess of kisses and noises. You fumbled to unbuckle his belt while he struggled to undo your bra. Once your breasts were free they were claimed by Bucky's mouth, sucking and nipping at the mounds of flesh. Once Bucky's belt was undone you shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung free, leaking pre-cum from the reddened tip. You pushed Bucky's head back and dropped to your knees.

"Fuck," Bucky groaned. His hand tangled in your hair. You tenderly lick a bead of pre-cum off his tip, small hands gently stroking the hardened flesh. Your right hand wraps around him, your grip giving the right amount of pressure as you give one long stroke from base to tip. You use his pre-cum to lubricate your hand and Bucky's eyes roll from the pleasure. Your hand goes back to his base and you lean forward. You give one more lick to his tip before Bucky's cock slips past your lips.

By the time you've taken all you can, Bucky's letting out deep guttural groans. He looked down and cursed. Your eyes were watering as you struggled against his cock. He knows he should've taken it at your pace. He knows that. But he needed to see how pretty you'd look choking on him. Bucky gently placed a hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. You're looking up at him with your teary eyes and dilated pupils. When you nod, it's all he needs to let go.

Bucky guides his cock in and out of your mouth. He's gentle at first, testing the waters. He feels you gag against him. He feels your hands gripping his thighs. You have that freedom to bob your head in time with his thrusts, alternating between long, slow strokes and harsh suckles. Bucky groans, his head falling back.

After a moment, his other hand tangles in your hair and holds you in place. His thrusts become harsher and you start to moan. The vibrations send shocks up his spine. You get lost in his taste and the smell of him. He feels his balls—heavy and coated in your spit—slapping your chin, the sound only adding to his arousal. Bucky isn't sure how long this goes on, but when he feels his balls draw up he lets out a heavy moan.

"Fuck," he hisses. "I'm gonna cum."

Your fingers grip his thighs tighter. You moan against his shaft and Bucky's mouth falls open. Right before he can release, Bucky ever so gently pulls you away. You look confused.

"Not there," he sighs. Bucky brushes his fingers across your mouth. A hint of a smirk comes across your face. You lay on your back; Bucky climbs on top of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your swollen lips. He gives you another kiss on the lips before he moves down your body. When he reaches your core, you let out a trembling breath.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart." His voice is soft, his hands gently caressing your thighs as he watches you. You didn't waste a second opening your legs for him. He sees the arousal coating your thighs. He grips the soft flesh of your legs before leaning forward. He gives a single lick across your dribbling core, his tongue flicking across your clit. You cry out. Bucky dives between your legs, suckling harshly on your swollen nub as he nuzzles into you.

Your moans and cries are intoxicating. Your hands find Bucky's hair, tugging and pulling every time he does something you like. Bucky begins moving his head as he laps against your cunt. The friction has you spasming, mumbling curses as your eyes fluttered shut. When Bucky added a finger, you practically sobbed. He was stretching you, curling and thrusting his digit as your moans got louder. This was nothing compared to what he did in the car. He adds another finger. The burning of his fingers is more than enough.

"That's so good," you cry. "Fuck, oh fuck—right there! Right—ah—yes!"

Bucky keeps suckling on your clit. His fingers were merciless in their assault on you. You only got louder. You're grinding into his face and hand. You feel the coil in your stomach and it's only getting tighter.

"Keep going," you moan. "I'm so close!"

Bucky gives you one more suck, and his fingers hook within you, and the coil snaps. You're chanting Bucky's name while you gush against his face. Your body is shaking, the intensity of your orgasm seemingly endless. Bucky keeps his mouth on your cunt, his fingers working you through your release. When you slump against the floor, you whine and tug against Bucky's hair.

You're sensitive.

Bucky crawls up your body. Your eyes are hazy. Your cheeks and chest are red. You've never looked so beautiful. "I need to fuck you," he murmurs. You blink at him, still recovering from your high. When you nod, he smiles. "Once I start," he warns, "I won't be able to stop."

"Good." Your voice is hoarse—it sounds beautiful.

Bucky adjusts himself so he is aligned with you. He sinks in slowly, his eyes fluttering shut from the warmth and wetness of you. When he bottoms out, he waits. Bucky wants to give you time to adjust. When he feels you clench, he starts thrusting against you, chasing his release. His head falls to your neck, nipping at the skin as he whimpers. His hands find your hips, holding you in place as his thrusts become rough and sloppy. You moan his name, nails clawing at his back and your back arches. His balls draw up again and he knows he's a goner. He is about to pull out, about to paint your stomach with his load when he hears it.

"Cum in me," you moan. "Please, in me—I want it."

He bites down on your neck and a broken moan escapes him. His release hits him like a train, leaving his body numb for a moment. He stiffens against you. His breath catches in his throat. The intensity of his release rams into him, leaving him trembling and groaning. You run your fingers through his hair, helping him through it. His body collapses once it ends, his face buried in your neck.

There's a long silence as you both catch your breath.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 4 months

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Just What You Wanted

Pairing(s): onesided!Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: pietro really misses his chance here, oocpietro? (first time writing him), reader being a big adult and moving on, pietro acting like a child, mentions of sexy time (readerxbucky), toxic!pietro, protective!bucky

Words: 4430

Summary: You decided to take your chance and ask Pietro out. There had to be more to his flirting right? Unfortunately he turns you down but you won't waste your time mourning what could have been. You move on and find a perfect partner in the Winter Soldier.

"Maybe I got the signals mixed up?" You lightheartedly muse to Wanda. Carefully, you push down on the button stopper of the wine box that was situated between the two of you.

Wanda shakes her head. "Don't even give it a second thought. He's my brother and I love him, but you can do WAY better than him." She couldn't fathom why Pietro would reject your proposition of a date. Wanda knew her twin brother liked you. Painfully obvious in the obnoxious manner both of you flirt.

Making a mental note to chew him out later, Wanda tilts the remainder of her own wine glass into her mouth. "He's been acting like a complete ass since we arrived in America. I think now that he has freedom, he's overdosing on it. What was the term Tony used?"

You choke on your wine, a snort burning your nose and throat. "Man-whore."

She nods. "Yes! That is it. He's become quite a man-whore!"

Near dying next to her, you're forced to put down your wine glass or you would ruin your bedspread. Once your hands were free, you use them to clutch your stomach as it aches from your laughter.

Really you weren't that upset about it. You thought you would give it a shot, maybe something was there. No big duh to you.

"Did he really say he didn't want to date you because you're coworkers?" Confusion still plagued Wanda as she slowly blinks her eyes. Trying to understand what her brother was thinking. They didn't have that type twin telepathy. That was mainly based on feelings. "That's complete bull."

"Honestly it's okay. Really." You tell Wanda trying to calm her down. "He's probably right. No harm done."

Wanda placates her own feelings with a smile at how unperturbed you were by the rejection. Pietro was a fool. His loss will be someone else's gain.

Not long after someone else did stumble upon you.

Never before had you worked with the Winter Soldier. You'd seen him around Avenger's HQ and spotted him in the common areas, but you wouldn't say you were close to Bucky Barnes. Only a handful of friendly words had ever been shared between you.

The assignment that paired you together with him would ultimately turn out to be a blessing in disguise. A simple mission that you confidently thought you could finish in no time. The run of the mill shadow organization that possessed weapons of mass destruction and infiltrating said organization. You and Bucky were picked for this based on your success record and skill set. You found it a compliment as you heard nothing but great things about Bucky. He was a fine soldier and outstanding friend to Steve Rogers.

Fury told you the timeline looked to be a month before this organization known as 'Specter' planned to launch its weapon. A major problem was that their base was hidden so both you and Bucky would have to go deep undercover.

You shared an close space with Bucky and found him pleasurable to be around. He was easy on the eyes too. His smile makes every inch of you flutter delightfully. Similar to how flirting with Pietro made you feel.

Patience was required when gathering intel. An operation like this couldn't be rushed. That meant learning more about Bucky. He even manages to pry some stories from your childhood out of you. Things you hadn't remembered in a long time.

When passing binoculars, fingers linger against one another. Excuses of offering warmth just so that you could press yourself against him. His jacket might as well have belonged to you now due to how often you were wearing it now.

"It looks better on you anyway." Bucky would tell you. A heaviness in his gaze puts all of your functions at a halt.

You started noticing how kissable his lips looked. Or the fine veins that run along his hands. Beautiful as they held a gun. Between your legs start to ache for him when you watch Bucky strangling a man for information. You never found violence. . . attractive until you worked with Bucky. It was just a means to get by. A requirement for the world you lived in.

Throughout the mission, you manage to keep things professional. Even though the burning gazes exchanged were still frequent. You had to focus your efforts on completing your assignment. Bucky respects that type of work ethic.

Identifying the main figures within Specter was easy once missing pieces were filled with the information you received along the way. One would be spared for questioning, the other two were quickly disposed of.

When your prisoner was handed over to the government which held dominion, you and Bucky head back to the room you'd been using to hide out in.

You were excited to go home and tell Wanda all about it. You're giddy, imagining her scandalized reaction that you loved. Her eyes would get so big, hands clutching onto your arm begging for more details.

A knock at the door puts a pause in your packing as you go to check the peephole. You open it once you verify it's just Bucky. "You all done packing? Sorry, I'll just be five more minutes."

He closes the door behind him. "It's not that."

The depth of his voice has you shivering, turning back to him with your full attention. He's cleaned off the dirt from his face and changed his clothes. Appeared Bucky even brushed his dark hair. Disheveled Bucky was sexy but cleaned up Bucky was a god damn smoke show. Your bones become trembling jelly as he stalks up to you.

"I believe, we have some personal business to take care of." The corner of his lips twitch up in a predatory manner to show off his sharp cuspids.

"By all means," You breathe out and internally cheer when it doesn't come out as a squeak "lets commence the business Mr. Barnes."

The delay of your return to headquarters did raise brows.

Especially Pietro's.

You took Wanda by the arm and she knew you had a story to tell. Using her magic-like ability, she conjures a bottle of wine accompanied by two glasses.

Two schoolgirls giggling and kicking their legs as they talk about one's crush.

"And he told me-" your cheeks hurt from your smile "that he wants to take me out on a proper date."

Wanda swoons backwards as she falls against your bed. She says something in her native Sokovian before switching to English "I told you that you could do much better than Pietro."

From then on it was a common occurrence to find you and Bucky together. You visit one another's room frequently day and night. Time spent not on assignment, Bucky would take you out on both fun and romantic dates. He wooed you like no other man had before. A goddamn gentleman who ate and slurped your pussy in a way that sucked the soul right out of you.

There were men before Bucky but sweet mercy they couldn't compare to the beast that was Bucky once he got your legs perched atop his shoulders. You would never had taken him for a sloppy eater, not by the way he used his fork and knife when he took you out to fancy restaurants. When he slides in his cold metal fingers, your back spikes up in a arch off the bed.

However, not everyone in the Avenger's Headquarters was happy for you and Bucky.

When Pietro first walked into the communal kitchen to find Bucky's hand up your shirt, he nearly suffered from an aneurysm on the spot. Thankfully his feet reacted faster than his brain and took off in the opposite direction before either of you noticed his presence. He'd heard the office gossip that you and Bucky were an item now. Pietro arrogantly thought that your relationship with the winter soldier was a fling or some fucked up way for get back at him for turning you down.

Hitting the two month mark had Pietro sweating. Your relationship with Bucky was thriving. The sting of betrayal sears his insides. When he voices his woes to his twin, Wanda held no comforting words for him.

"Oh well. They love each other now. So you have to move on." Uncaringly, her attention goes back to her phone. "You had your chance, Pietro."

He shoots his sister a glare. "Have some empathy."

That makes her laugh but at least Wanda puts her phone down and turns back to Pietro. "Empathy? Refresh my memory, what was the real reason why you didn't date her?" He'd told you it was because you were coworkers. Claimed he didn't want things to be weird around HQ. Conveniently forgetting that Wanda and Vision were in a happy relationship. But she knew the disgusting truth.

His eyes turn pleading, round and lined with those pretty lashes he flaunted. "Wanda-"

"No, I want to hear you say it again and really help me try to understand." Her arms cross in front of her.

Pietro takes his bottom lip between his teeth to give it a worrying chew. "I. . . I wasn't ready to be in a monogamous relationship- Hey, I'm being serious." He adds the last part after he hears Wanda snort. "We spent all of our adolescence and young adult lives under HYDRA control. It's only been two years since we were liberated. I want to live a little bit more before settling down."

"And look what that has cost you."

"I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't." Wanda's exasperated. "That's not a good excuse. Bucky is in the same boat as us and just because he missed out on having a life he didn't let that stop him from making things official with her."

In short, Pietro simply had no choice but to deal with it. And his way of dealing with it was bringing home his current ladies in the hopes of catching your attention. If you see him with another woman, maybe your jealous would remind you of your feelings for him. That tactic didn't work and only gained him disapproving looks from his twin. He stopped when it was clear your heart eyes weren't straying from Bucky.

Evident that he wasn't going to win you back, Pietro's disbelief curdled to jealousy.

Words weren't enough to bring him to his senses; none in English or Sokovian reached his ears. Exhausted from trying to speak reason to him, Wanda stops all together. Perhaps her brother needed to fall on his ass to wake up.

You weren't blind to Pietro's spike in hostile conduct. Lately there were a few close calls between Bucky and Pietro. Bucky refused to stand for Quicksilver's attitude. Fists weren't raised- not yet. But if looks could kill, both would be incinerated.

Unable to ignore Pietro at Headquarters, you and Bucky take the plunge and buy an apartment together and move out of the superhero facility all together. The apartment complex was still relatively close to headquarters; mainly housing other staff that worked out of there.

Just because you removed yourselves, you were still Avengers and required to attend functions for different movie fundraisers or anything else that had you in hair and make-up for two hours. It paid off to watch Bucky's mouth near drop at the sight of you. This once-assassin who has blood on his hands truly did something to you when he wore a sharp suit. Seams that are streamline and highlight his broad shoulders. Even his waist was deliciously framed. You wanted to hop on him and wrap your legs around that sinfully sexy waist.

Alas, neither you or Bucky could just continue to stand there drooling over the other.

"Wipe your chin, Barnes." Natasha teases as she passes by. To you she shoots a lively smile. "Come on you two. Free booze and food await us."

Pietro had already found the said free booze; ignoring the free food part. He was obligated to attend the gala, agreed to it months ago. If he backed out now, everyone else would have his ass over the fire.

Though he felt like maybe it would have been better had he just said fuck it and stayed home. Especially when you and Bucky walk in looking like the perfect couple. Cameras went off yet people kept a respectful distance from the two of you. You basically had your own guard dog in the form of the Winter Soldier. He towers over you in a way that told others to back off; a protective hand holding onto your's. Both of you are quite the sight standing next to Wanda and Vision. Wanda happily hugs you, her words lost to the loud background music.

He can't take his eyes off of you.

Alcohol warming his system, Pietro downed glass after glass. There was a momentary warmth he felt inside of him before he caught sight of you again.

Hating seeing the two of you together, Pietro spirals in his own head. Plenty of pretty girls around him, all he could focus on was you and the fact that you were hanging off the arm of a murderer. Everyone seemed to have so quickly forgotten that this man killed Howard and Maria Stark.

The moment you unlatched yourself from Bucky's side to go to the bar, Pietro descent upon you.

Your heightened senses barely register the high velocity sound that you associated with Quicksilver. Half a step back was all you were able to make before you heard his husky voice "You find killers sexy?"

His question rakes claw marks against your mind. "What?"

A mocking laugh puffs out of him and he rolls his eyes over in Bucky's direction. "The Winter Soldier. You like the fact that he's murdered innocent people?"

On edge, you notice in your periphery how people were starting to turn to look your way. The volume of Pietro's voice was gradually starting to rise and draw onlookers.

Flushing and attempting to retain your composure, you keep your shoulders back confidently. “Looks like you’ve had too much to drink.” Your eyes search the crowd for Wanda so that she could take him home before he said or did anything he’d regret later. You couldn’t see her or her floating man among the many bobbing heads. Even unable to find Bucky despite his stature.

“Deflecting the question, I see.” Pietro smugly smirks at you; a sway in the step that he took forward. “Shall I raise my voice so you can hear better?”

You narrow your eyes into deadly slits as you squint at him. He was clearly not in his right mind. “What do you want, Pietro?” What was this sudden change in him about? The moment your relationship became public knowledge, Pietro had been pissy ever since. He was the one who rejected you. The one who told you that you shouldn't date because you're coworkers. He had no right to be jealous.

Bucky suggested a few weeks ago that Pietro may still be interested in you. Proposed that his peaked interest must have been from seeing you and Bucky together. At the time you laughed it off. A corner of your mind was screaming at you to listen to him.

Not appreciating how closely he leaned into you, Pietro snarls "That guy has taken numerous, innocent lives. How could you fuck someone with that kind of blood on their hands?" Now you were sure more and more people were pulling out their phones and recording to send to whatever social media platform.

Heat rises off of your cheeks as they blare like alarms. You felt your body tremble not because you were afraid, no, you tremble under the weight of your own fury. Your powers rattled the bars of the cage you kept it in. Clenching down hard against your back teeth with the effort to keep them at bay.

"You know why he did those terrible things. It wasn't him." Growling softly you try desperately to keep a semblance of a calm tone. You were never the type to show your anger. The public might turn against you if they see you break from Pietro's cruel words. Even the bits you were letting slip was enough for your audience to know you were beyond furious. "He was under HYDRA mind control. You of all people should understand the ways HYDRA implements their tools of pain." It wasn't working.

You needed Bucky before you really snapped your last strand of patience.

At least Pietro had enough sense to take a step away from you. In his drunken stupor, he hadn't noticed the crowd. Dozens of people holding up their smartphones, a few reporters who were allowed in were snapping bright pictures. That's when he saw Bucky and Wanda toward him.

Wanda uses her power to wrap him up in scarlet bindings and drag him to where she stood at the cusp of the crowd. She spits something out in Sokovian toward him, motioning for Bucky to go to your side and get you out of there. He looked more ready to rip Pietro apart but valued your wellbeing over all else and easily strode to you.

He slings a protective arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side in an attempt to keep you out of the sight of cameras.

Those involved were taken back to Avengers HQ so the situation could be straightened out. That is, after Fury was done yelling at everyone for how they acted at what was supposed to be an extravagant gala. Admonished how you and Pietro were acting like dramatic high schoolers with your stunt and how this would definitely tarnish the reputation of earth's mightiest heroes. Pietro was still as drunk as a skunk, hissing at everyone who tried to get near him. Only being held back by Wanda who was still yelling at him in Sokovian. As everyone argued back and forth, only you and Bucky remained quiet.

A small upside could be found. Though it was quite the public altercation, popularity for you and Bucky as a couple sky rocketed. Within the hours of it happening, many social media websites exploded with praise at how you defended your man.

That news wasn't enough to make anyone happy at the moment.

Seeing that nothing would be resolved with such bickering, Bucky clears his throat to draw everyone's attention to him. "May I get a word with Pietro alone?"

Fury doesn't look like he wants to allow it. He was assured though that if anything were to happen, Bucky would be able to stand on his own and fend off an angry Pietro. His single dark eye roves around the room before conceding to Bucky's request.

Motive unclear, you arch a brow in his direction. He just offers you a smile and leans toward you to say "It'll be alright. Jus' wanna talk to him."

"I've seen you 'just talk' to people before." You remind him trying to keep your voice stern. "Don't make things worse. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am." That smirk of his will be the death of you, you just know it. There's a silent exchange between you and Wanda who finally relinquishes her scarlet restraints on her twin brother. Pietro staggers without the additional support that held him up.

"Fifteen minutes. Cameras are rolling." Fury warns as he escorts the others out.

Comfortably strolling forward, Bucky pulls out one of the conference chairs that had been entirely ignored. "Take a seat, Maximoff." Immediately there's a snarl curling Pietro's lips until Bucky rolls his eyes. "Or stand. Doesn't matter I guess. Just, listen to me for a moment."

Inebriated individuals don't understand reason, too caught up in their own tilted perception. He wants to do anything else but listen to Bucky prattle on about how he needs to back off of you. That you belonged to him now and how he wouldn't tolerate Pietro's pursuit of you.

Luck appeared to be on Bucky's side for the alcohol was wearing off of Pietro as he started to lose his steam and reluctantly slink down into the chair opposite Bucky's. His dark eyes hold steady onto the metal armed man. Remembering all too clear the stories that HYDRA would tell him and Wanda about the best operative they've ever had: the Winter Soldier. Would this legend of a man be able to hold off Pietro's speed attacks if he were to try?

Honestly he was tired of being angry. Emotions both positive and negative were siphoned out of him until there was nothing left.

Bucky could see that.

"Whatever we say here, stays here." Bucky speaks again, each word cruelly clipped. They strike Pietro like small arrows. Nothing could prepare him for the dead eyed glare that now pinned him to his chair. "Your behavior stops here. I've been more than patient. Held my tongue and my fist when I wanted to knock some sense into you. I didn't, for her sake since she didn't want to cause any trouble among the team. But you're spoiled brat act can't be tolerated anymore. You embarrassed all of us at the gala and made the Avengers look like fools."

His metal hand curls its fingers inwards toward his palm before releasing; an attempt to calm himself before his tone became too heated.

Pietro waits for any sign of movement for Bucky as the larger man deeply inhales. Finally, Bucky's eyes flick back up to him. "I get it."

With a heavy tongue, Pietro croaks out "Get what?"

"I know why and what has fueled your actions. Underneath it all you may have possibly loved her. You're upset that you lost your chance with her. It sucks, it has to to lose someone as amazing as her. I couldn't imagine. . ."

There's a flicker of anger at how the Winter Soldier spoke to him. Reminded Pietro of when his father would scold him as a child.

Bucky's voice soften when he detects the subtle twitch of Pietro's nose. He promised you that he wouldn't escalate things. "I'm sorry. I feel for you. But. . . I'm not going to be stupid enough to let her go. As long as she'll have me, she's mine."

He wanted to ignore the sincerity that warmed Bucky's words. Wanted to keep what little resentment remained inside.

Abruptly, Bucky stands from his chair; bottom of the legs scraping against the floor and startling Pietro in the process. In half a second, Pietro is up on his feet, taking a defensive position. Though his movements were sloppy as his perception was still muddled from his quickly consumed drinks.

Whatever camaraderie had been built between them in those short minutes of Bucky talking was gone. Back were those assassin sharp eyes. "If you upset her one more time, it won't be me you'll have to deal with. It will be the Winter Soldier coming after you. And I can guarantee not even your speed will be able to stop that monster."

"I told you."

He didn't want to hear it from Wanda right now. Damn her for always being right. Right now he just wanted to forget how he made such an ass of himself in front of so many people. When he wasn't trying to fend off his massive hangover migraine he was scrolling through social media, coming upon videos of how he spat in your face saying all sorts of cruel and vindictive things to you. So many mean comments slandering Quicksilver and adoring the hero couple.

In an attempt to drown out Wanda, Pietro grabs his pillow and lays it over his head.

That wouldn't stop her as she was on the war path. He'd hurt her best friend.

Red tendrils of her power rip his pillow off of his head. Pietro hisses in response and whips his head to narrow his eyes in her direction. "You're going to apologize to her. Because if you don't and pull this kind of shit again, Bucky is going to kill you and I won't be able to stop him. You're an idiot for not realizing how protective he is of her." She mumbles something about how lucky he was that Bucky hadn't smashed his face in the conference room during their private chat.

Quiet for a moment, Pietro sits up and leans his back against the bed's headboard. "I know. . . I know I've fucked everything up. I just. . ."

Wanda still has her arms crossed in front of her chest, posture vibrating with the need to throttle her twin. The frostiness in her expression slackens though at Pietro finally admitting that he was in the wrong. Not like she got satisfaction out of it. It pained her watching her brother act like a total dick head toward her best friend. It wasn't long ago that she thought you and Pietro would make a nice couple.

He sighs and runs a hand through his ash blonde hair, repeating "I've fucked everything up."

"At least you're owning up to it." quietly points out Wanda.

Time was necessary for all wounds to heal. That applied toward the ones Pietro had caused. He gave you space for two days before he came up to you to ask for a private word; promising he'd behave and that he just wanted to apologize for everything. Even told you about what Bucky had said to him.

You knew he told the truth because his face was the definition of genuine remorse and repentance.

For most of his speech he looked at his hands, but when he dared to glance up at you Pietro would hold your gaze. His earnestness brimming in his blue eyes. For so long they had been darkened by his discontent. Now they remind you of the pretty bright hue they used to be.

After a moment of silence, Pietro hesitantly asks "Are you happy with him? Truly?"

"I am. I've never been this happy in my entire life. He makes me happy." A bright smile flourishes on your face. "I love him."

Pietro nods.

"Hey, even if things didn't work out romantically with us doesn't mean I don't want to be friends with you. I do. We had fun as friends." You bump him with your elbow.

A wisp of a smile beckons at his lips but couldn't quite get all the way there. "I'd like that. Eventually. . ."

"Eventually." You repeat in agreement.

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Princess of Asgard, Goddess of Mischief

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter Parker instantly falls for the Princess of Asgard and the Goddess of Mischief and decides to show him a few tricks she has up her sleeve

Word Count: 8.3k

Rating: X 18+

A/N: Things have been changed around from the canon storylines in the MCU, Peter is 21 and a college student

A/N 2: I do not have a taglist

There weren't enough words in the Asgardian language to describe the amount of rage that burned in your veins, hell there weren't enough words in any Midgardian language for that matter.

After everything he has done so far, after every failure, he still has the audacity to keep trying.

Your father was an ambitious man, you'd give him that. But even his ambition wasn't enough to save him from his own offspring.

The click of your heels against the linoleum floors were sharp and clipped as you moved with a purpose. Wisps of hair tickling your face that you couldn't even be half bothered to put back in place, which in of itself was out of character for you as your appearance was always perfected down to the very last strand of hair. But after the hellish trip through the rainbow bridge as well as your current situation, all you could be bothered to care about was making sure your father knew how much of a fool he was.

Only an idiot tries to take over the same place twice.

The air of the Avengers compound was stale down in the cells. Everything you had seen so far was monotonous and boring. You knew not to expect much coming to Midgard but it was an even bigger let down than you were originally led to believe.

You had't met the Avengers yet, too pissed at your father to waste another second not reprimanding him, so you had Thor lead you to him straight away. You passed empty cell after empty cell with Thor in the lead, until he came to a stop in front of the cell which contained Loki.

You stood in front of the glass cell, arms crossed. Your father raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.

"I see you agreed to the arrangement then."

"I did," you jutted your chin out, "No thanks to you."

"You should have stayed home-"

"No. You don't get to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. You lost that privilege after your first attempt at conquering Midgard."

Loki narrowed his eyes, "I am your father--"

"And yet here I am, fixing another one of your messes," you said with a mirthless laugh, gesturing around you.

He shut his mouth, and finally addressed his brother, "What's the next step now, seeing as you kidnapped your own niece."

"I didn't kidnap her. She agreed to this to help you," Thor said seriously, clearly offended that Loki would accuse him of kidnapping you. "They'll release you within a month. (Y/N) will remain the ward of Midgard for a year, as long as you can prove that you will no longer be a threat to this realm."

Loki snickered, shaking his head. "My own daughter in the hands of a bunch of Midgardians...” he trailed off. “I appreciate the gown you chose for today."

You tsked, "I figured someone should properly represent your name if you were going to keep pulling these stunts," you replied, gesturing to the expensive Asgardian gown you wore in his colors. Green with golden detailing.

"Perhaps you should try having more faith in me-"

"I do have faith in you," you snapped, "But It is your missteps that continuously lead to your downfall."

It was quiet for a few beats until Thor broke the silence, "She should meet the others now."

"Very well," Loki nodded, "Be prepared for them all to be very unpleasant, especially Stark. He thinks he's funny."

"I'll visit you later father," you said, turning to walk back down the hall, "Oh," you stopped, throwing over your shoulder, "If you ever put me through the pain of believing you were dead again, I'll kill you myself." You stalked back down the hall, not checking to see if Thor was following.

Loki looked at his brother, "That bad?"

"She was inconsolable. You broke her heart, brother," he said with a shake of his head, "You broke all of our hearts."

Loki looked back to your retreating figure as Thor now followed, staring regretfully after you.

***

You were stuck in your head now, deep in thought after seeing your father for the first time in a long time.

Thor had told you that the Avengers had gathered to greet you and discuss the next steps from here. It truthfully sounded like a very boring affair, more so when you thought about the more productive things you could be doing back home.

In fact, that was the thing that irked you the most about these Midgardians requesting this of you. They must have been under the impression that your time wasn't important, as if the title "Princess" and "Goddess" were simply just for show.

Eventually a man came into view, waiting outside two large doors. He grinned upon seeing both you and Thor.

"Nice to see you two finally bothered to show up," he laughed.

"I apologize for keeping all of you waiting, Stark. She wanted to speak to her father first."

Tony lowered his glasses, giving you a once over, "Why? Planning on getting the band back together?"

"Excuse you?" You deadpanned only making him laugh.

He turned to Thor, "I can see where she gets her humor from," he said sarcastically, before finally introducing himself, "I'm Tony Stark. You might know me as Iron Man, I don't really know what names get around on Asgard or wherever."

"I'm not familiar with either."

"Ouch. I'll pretend not to be offended. Ready to meet the others?"

"I suppose."

"Then let's go Game of Thrones," he said, turning around and heading towards the closed doors.

"My father warned me about your humorous wit," you said sarcastically.

"Good. I wasn't sure he noticed."

Stark pushed open one of the meeting room doors, holding it for you and Thor. You were immediately greeted with the sight of numerous costume clad superheroes, the sight made you roll your eyes and once again think about what you could be doing back home instead.

You stalked to the front of the room wordlessly, with not a single misstep, presenting yourself elegantly.

Thor took his spot beside you as Tony stood opposite of you. The others in the room were quiet, you knew they were assessing you. Your father had tried taking over their realm twice so you understood that judgement would be all that you received during your stay.

So you wouldn't give them anything to judge.

Thor grinned beside you for the first time since the meeting with his brother.

"This is my niece (Y/N) Lokidottir. Princess of Asgard, Goddess of Mischief." Thor spoke the words with pride. He always had, he was convinced that raising you was his brother's best accomplishment.

You took the few moments of silence following your introduction to study their eyes and even you had to hand it to some of them, a few had eyes cold as stone. The red head and the one with the metal arm specifically. But there are always a few that communicated everything with a simple gaze.

Your eyes landed on the smallest male in the room. The look in them was not a foreign one. You had many suitors back on Asgard that would sing praises about your beauty daily, and the look in this boy's eyes was the same... maybe a bit more... pathetic. It made a smug grin fit itself on your face.

Stark finally spoke.

"You can add Ward of Midgard," he laughed.

Your smile fell.

"Anyway. As I explained earlier, our arrangement with S.H.I.E.L.D. is to detain Loki for the next month or so before sending him back to Asgard. If he can play nice for the next year he can get his daughter back." You noticed the one with the shield shaking his head. It was nice to know that not all of them agreed with these terms. "If he can't, we keep her until he can. Until then, I came up with a few precautionary measures for our new house guest."

You stiffened, "I was not told about this."

"That's because I just came up with them this morning." Tony said, opening a folder. He began passing out its contents, "I've come up with different shifts for everyone to keep an eye on her. That way she'll be under constant surveillance by at least one person."

"Why weren't we told about this earlier?" Natasha asked., clearly annoyed.

"Is no one listening? I just came up with it."

"I'm not doing this," Bucky said, "I have better things to do than babysit an alien chick-" You raised your hand, making Bucky's metal hand clasp over his mouth and everyone turn to you in shock.

"'Goddess of Mischief'" you said, "It will serve you well to remember it." You dropped your hand, releasing him.

It was silent... until it wasn't, "And that is why we're doing this babysitting protocol. She's Loki's daughter, she needs to earn our trust."

"I can assure you, (Y/N) is very trustworthy," Thor said, coming to your defense.

"You also said you trusted your brother," Steve spoke up.

"Yes but (Y/N) is different. She'd never hurt anyone."

"My mouth hurts," Bucky muttered to himself.

"Again, she earns our trust first," Tony said. "Anyone with 'Mischief' in their name needs a trial run. Now onto this schedule..."

You rolled your eyes... Perhaps being on your best behavior was going to be more difficult than you had previously thought.

***

Quite honestly... Peter could have fainted when he saw you. He didn't even notice ha had stopped breathing until he coughed from the lack of air.

He felt like someone should have warned him better, because when Tony said, "Come meet Loki's kid later," did not count as a heads up.

This whole situation just felt so fucking unfair all of a sudden.

And being the devastatingly hopeless romantic that he was, he could only form one coherent thought:

You were fucking ethereal

You were so beautiful Peter felt like he could cry and scream about it, and he wouldn't be surprised if someone actually has before.

And the chill that he got when Thor introduced you, was enough to make him worship you -- a goddess.

Peter was quite convinced that he would be making a shrine to you as soon as he got home that night.

Peter swallowed nervously, his grip tightening on the fabric of his jeans.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "You cool Peter?"

He blinked in quick succession, only partially being broken from his trance, "Huh- yeah..." He suddenly trailed off when you looked directly at him.

Your gaze was intense and he could have sworn he watched a flash of green flare in them, making him gulp.

Sam whistled lowly, noticing the small interaction, "Someone's gonna be dangerous for you... Can't say I blame ya though." He hummed, eyeing you.

Tony's voice suddenly cut into Peter's mind, "I've come up with different shifts for everyone to keep an eye on her. That way she'll be under constant surveillance by at least one person."

Right there.

That was the moment Peter retained nothing else, only trying to comprehend that he was going to have to be with you alone multiple times that week.

Peter would remain in a daze for the rest of the week, only staring at his name on the schedule that Tony handed out at the meeting:

PETER PARKER: FRIDAY 3pm-10pm, SATURDAY 3pm-10pm, SUNDAY 3pm-10pm

He couldn't even be mad how late his shift was on Sunday when he had an 8:30 class the next day, because let's be real, Peter had the chance to be alone with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

The day came a lot faster than he had anticipated, but he guess that's what happens when you float through the entire week on cloud nine.

But now Peter felt like he was laying at the bottom of a pit.

His heart beat quickly with anxiety the entire day, his palms were sweaty, and he was completely tongue tied making it embarrassing enough to talk to classmates that day that he didn't even want to think about how he was going to embarrass himself in front of you later that afternoon.

But soon enough, it was 2:50, and Peter found himself back at the Avengers compound to "babysit" you.

He licked his lips nervously as Happy led him into the building.

"What's got you all worked up? Well- more than usual?" Happy threw over his shoulder, noticing how fidgety Peter was acting, "Is it your tingle? The spider-tingle?"

Peter shook his head, not finding it in him to come up with a clever quip, "No."

"Is it because you need to watch Loki's kid, because she's really not that bad to handle, but I can get someone to cover your shift if--"

"NO!" Peter shouted, suddenly widening his eyes and clearing his throat at his little outburst.

Happy turned around in surprise before clocking in on what was going on based on Peter's composure, "Oh, I get it. Word of advice, because I know you're gonna do it. Don't talk too much, she doesn't like talking. Just let her read her books and you'll be on her good side."

Peter's eyes shined at the advice, "No talking, got it."

Happy turned back around, proceeding towards the library where Peter assumed you were currently in. "And another piece of advice," he said, reaching for the door handle, looking down at Peter before opening it, "Don't even think about going for it. She's Loki's daughter, kid. And just as terrifying."

Peter pursed his lips, "...She's also related to Thor, so..."

Happy scoffed, "And inherited none of his traits." He opened the door, letting Peter go in first.

Peter noticed the back of Bucky's head as he walked into the library, but only for a second as his eyes landed on you.

And again, the sight of you took his breath away. He was almost hoping that he hadn't remembered you correctly and you weren't even a quarter of how beautiful as he thought, but he was proven oh so very wrong.

You laid across one of the couches in the reading area, leaning against the arm, in one of your beautiful Asgardian gowns. The light from the windows filtered into the room, forming a halo around your body.

You looked like a goddamned renaissance painting.

It was then that Peter took in what was happening, and... well he wasn't sure if he really understood what was happening.

"You two are still at it?" Happy asked, shaking his head before turning to Peter, "I swear, every time Bucky has to watch her the two have a staring contest the entire time. I think they're trying to figure out who has the more intense stare." Happy then walked over to you both, waving a hand in front of Bucky's eyes, "You're off duty Buck, you can both blink again. Also Steve invited you to go train with him once you were done here."

Bucky grunted before standing up. He noticed Peter on his way out and raised a brow, muttering a "Good luck" which sounded like he had absolutely no faith in Peter to survive the next seven hours alone with you.

"Right." Happy nodded, "(Y/N)'s free to go to all the common areas, her room, and the bathroom. Stay out of the labs, away from the cells. Thor is her designated escort to go see her father so you have no business being down there. Anything else, just ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. Sound good?"

Peter just nodded, not being able to take his eyes away from you as you stared back at him.

Happy looked back and forth between the two of you, "Good lord," he sighed, "Don't forget that you're on camera (Y/N)," he called over to you before taking his leave.

Now it was just you and Peter. You watched as he tentatively took a seat where Bucky had been previously sitting.

He gulped again, eyes flickering all over the place, feeling uncomfortable under your gaze. It was a weird feeling for him to be speechless, but he couldn't form a coherent thought around you.

You finally looked away, reaching for a book that you had placed on the table beside the couch you were on. Your fingers carded through the pages until landing on the page Peter assumed you must've left off on.

It would be silent for the next half hour before Peter finally found it in him to speak up.

"What are you reading...?" He asked cautiously. He knew Happy said you didn't like talking, but it felt weird to sit in complete silence the entire time.

"Game of Thrones," you hummed, and dear God... he forgot how euphonious your voice was considering he only heard you speak a few sentences earlier that week. "Stark keeps calling me 'Game of Thrones', and I don't like when people below me speak things that go over my head."

Peter laughed awkwardly, until he realized you weren't joining him, making his awkward chuckle turn into a cough. "Yeah... that sounds like Mr. Stark."

It was silent again... and Peter was starting to regain his uncontrollable urge to speak again.

"So uh... what were you and Bucky doing?"

You hummed, "I like Bucky," you said, not answering his question, but hey, if you were willing to talk, Peter wasn't going to stop you. "There's a lot of pain in his eyes."

"And you like that?" Peter asked suspiciously.

"I'm partial to broken things," your eyes looked up from your book, once again locking with his, "Tell me Peter... are you a broken thing?"

Peter spluttered as he felt an uncontrollable heat crawl up the back of his neck, and once again, he found himself unable to form any words.

You cut off his broken stutters, "I see pain in your eyes too, different... but it’s there."

"I mean-- yeah I guess. Who doesn't have a story, right?" He chuckled uncomfortably, "I don't think anything I've been through compares to Bucky's past though, y'know? Maybe that’s why it looks different? Or something, like you said—“

"You talk when your nervous," you noted.

"Wha- yeah, I guess I do--"

"Do I make you nervous?"

Peter's eyes widened and he truly felt helpless under your gaze as you waited for his response, "Um... "

"Why do I make you nervous?"

Peter bit his lip, looking away from you, "Well... you're a Princess... and a Goddess from another planet. I'm not really sure how to talk to you."

"From what I heard from the others, that's never seemed to stop you before."

Peter looked at you with wide eyes, "Have-- Have you been talking about me with the others?"

"Yes," you easily admitted, "You intrigue me Peter Parker. From the moment I saw you in the meeting room."

Peter felt like a fish out of water, mouth falling and closing shut as he searched for the words to respond to that. He almost didn't want to believe you, it felt too surreal. "Why would I..."

You shrugged, "You're different than the others. I can tell you have a kindness your friends do not possess."

He thought back to all the times he showed villains mercy where he knew the other Avengers wouldn’t, and he was to compelled to agree with you, just a little bit, "Maybe a little... but the others are heroes too."

"Come here."

"What?"

And for the first time, Peter saw you smile and if you were pretty before, he was sure he was going to have to take a few days off in order to cope with how pretty you were now.

"I said, 'come here'," you laughed gently.

Peter took a shaky breath and nodded, walking over to you as you swung your legs over the couch to make a space for him while placing your book back down. He sat on the opposite end of the couch so that there was an empty cushion between you and you laughed once again at his tentativeness. You moved over, the side of your body pressing against his as he gulped, staring straight ahead of him.

You gazed at his side profile for a moment, and you did have to admit-- this Midgardian was quite cute.

Most of the men back on Asgard were too proud for their own good, and you found that too much pride made a man insufferable... but Peter? Was a breath of fresh air.

You promised not to get too ahead of yourself though as he still was a Midgardian. At least now you couldn't fault your Uncle for finding some sort if interest in that Jane woman he had told you so much about.

"I like you Peter."

Peter turned to look at you, eyebrows drawn together in utter confusion, "But you barely know me," he said, voice high pitched and flustered.

"And you barely know who I am, however that hasn't stopped you from being attracted to me either," you said challengingly.

"Are you-- Are you saying you're attracted to me?"

You studied him, a silence filling the air between the two of you. Your faces were only a few inches apart and you wanted to attempt something, so you leaned forward and--

A sudden shock of Peter’s spider sense going off caused him to jump backwards, back bending along the arm of the couch, staring at you with panic as he assessed that yes, you had just leaned in to kiss him.

Peter continued to gaze at you with his panic stricken expression, as your face slowly morphed into a look of glee, and he could have sworn your eyes flashed green again with magic.

"You're fun," You said breathlessly, "You are nothing like the men back home."

You placed a hand on his shoulder to draw him in once more, before saying, "I would like to get to know you some more Peter Parker."

"Are you gonna try to kiss me again?" he rushed out.

"Would you like me too?"

"Yes-- No-- I mean-- I don't know what the protocol is here."

"There is no protocol. I may be a ward of Midgard but I am still the Princess of Asgard and Goddess of Mischief. I will be gone within a year. So would you like to kiss me before I go?"

He bit his lip, contemplating the correct answer before slowly nodding.

"I would like that too." you grinned, before an idea came to mind. You hadn't seen your father in quite a bit due to Thor being busy, so you decided to use this as an opportunity, "But first, I need a favor from you Peter Parker."

"S-sure, anything."

"I would like to visit my father."

Peter's face dropped, "I'm sorry Princess but I can't do that."

"I know you're not supposed to, but my Uncle has gone back to visit Asgard a few days ago and I haven't been able to see my father since I first arrived and I am asking you because I think you are kind enough. The others would never take me to visit him."

Peter looked away, contemplating his options. You were right in saying that the others would never let you see your father.

"Can we wait until your uncle-- I mean, Thor, comes back?"

You sighed, leaning away from him and Peter immediately missed your closeness, "I suppose. However he isn't meant to come back for quite a bit. My grandfather, Odin, will be waking up from the Odinsleep in a while, and my Uncle needs to be there for Asgard until that time comes. I'm worried I won't be able to see my father before they free him by the end of the month."

"Oh... Then, maybe, just for a short while, I could maybe accompany you in the cells--" he conceded.

"You would?" you asked, immediately leaning in close to him again, "I would only need a few minutes and you could stay with me the entirety of the meeting. Then afterwards... I would like to get to understand you better Peter."

Peter found himself nodding like a lovesick fool. "Okay..." Suddenly he remembered what he would need in order to get you down there, "It's not going to be easy. I need to find the code for the cell room and there's going to be guards."

"Well... perhaps if you would allow me. I could bewitch the guards so that we could sneak past." Peter suddenly narrowed his eyes, so you backtracked seeing as you were willing to do whatever need be in order to see your father once more, "Unless you would like to do it another way? I won't use my magic if it makes you feel uneasy. I only want to see my father before he leaves, not get you nor I in any trouble."

Peter nodded, "As long as you don't hurt them then I guess it's fine."

"Of course."

"There's also the issue with the cameras."

"I can bewitch them as well."

"Alright then," and slowly Peter started smiling at the prospect of going on a little adventure with you. "First we need to go into one of the labs to find the code. I'll have to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database to find the passcode but it shouldn't be too hard. I had to do it before and it wasn't too bad."

You grinned, "Perfect."

You followed Peter as he led you to one of the labs as he refused to let you out of his sight-- you assumed he wanted to do something correctly since he would be breaking multiple rules for you.

It didn't take long for him to find the passcode, thoroughly impressing you as you couldn't even begin to understand the complexities of their technology. And he was leading you down to the bottom floor in no time, making sure to point out all of the cameras along the way.

Peter didn't even need to ask you to bewitch the guards because he immediately noticed a green fog in their eyes the moment they came into view. He glanced back at you a bit nervously but seeing as his Spider-Sense hadn't been triggered by you, he figured that you really weren't planning anything.

He felt bad not trusting you as you had seemed sincere when speaking to him along with Thor vouching for your trustworthiness, and he knew he shouldn't judge someone based on the actions of their parents, but you made him nervous... but again that could just be because you were so fucking pretty.

Punching in the passcode, Peter shoved the piece of paper he wrote the numbers on into his pocket before leading you to your father-- well, it was more like he was wandering the cell blocks, looking for Loki seeing as he had never been down here before.

As Peter stumbled around, you stalked down the hall with a purpose, Peter not missing how elegant your walk was.

And soon the two of you were in front of your father's cell.

Loki was sitting up on the bed once he noticed your approach, and he raised an eyebrow as he looked from you to Peter.

Peter felt a chill run down his spine as Loki studied him.

”Where’s Thor?”

You quirked a brow, “Have you forgotten already father? He had to leave for Asgard a few days prior.”

”Right,” He nodded, glancing at Peter briefly, “I presumed you were just avoiding me.”

You laughed, “Of course not. You should thank Peter for allowing me to see you before you leave.”

”I see… Are you that Spider-Boy…?” Loki asked.

Peter shifted on his feet, glancing back at you, “It’s Man. Spider…Man.” He finished awkwardly.

”Ah…” Loki nodded, turning back to you, “How have your accommodations been?”

”Fine I suppose. Stark has his men watching me around the clock so it could be better.”

Loki scoffed, ”They’re infantalizing you.”

”Yes, but I can’t blame them. You haven’t set a very good example so I can see why they don’t trust me.”

Loki rolled his eyes, moving onto the next thing, “I need to apologize to you. I would have liked to do it in private but seeing as I won’t see you for a year, I should do it now.”

“Go on,” you nodded.

“What I did to you was… unfair. I should have let you know, but I didn’t and what’s done is done now, and I can’t take away the pain I caused you for my ruse. So… I’m sorry.”

You jutted your chin out, holding back the tears that pricked behind your eyes at his words. You gave him a curt nod. “Unfortunately I cannot accept your apology, but I do thank you for it… I care about you deeply father, so I ask you to please, never pull a stunt like that again… or at least tell me before you do.”

”I promise.”

You nodded once more, knowing that his word to you was the only word he would never go back on.

“Good. We’ll be heading back now.”

”Very well. I love you (Y/N).”

The words sounded foreign. Despite the obvious care you both held for each other it was simply not in your natures to voice them, but sometimes, very rarely, he could ignore what was ingrained in him.

And so could you.

”I love you too father. Have a good night.”

After you bid your farewells, you and Peter were taking your leave.

Peter was quiet as he followed you out with a feeling of guilt weighing heavy on his heart.

He had been so distracted by your appearance and fancy titles that he had almost forgotten you were human— actually he wasn’t sure whether you were human or not, but you clearly had feelings and your situation was truly dawning on him.

He felt like an intruder, watching the interaction between you and Loki, almost like it wasn’t meant for his eyes and ears. But he knew that whatever Loki had done, it had hurt you. And as selfish as it was Peter liked seeing this vulnerable side of you.

”Let’s go to my room.”

”Huh—?” Peter asked, staring at the back of your head, “Are you sure?”

”Yes.”

”Are the guards—“

”They returned to normal once we were out of sight,” you said as you stepped into the elevator with Peter.

”What floor—“

”Go to the library first. We need to make it seem as if we were leaving from there.”

”Right.”

Peter did as you said, going to the library where you two had assumed your earlier positions before you stopped bewitching the cameras. From there, the two of you left to go to your bedroom.

Once there, Peter watched as you situated yourself on your bed while he stood awkwardly by the door.

He noticed the look in your eyes now seemed distant than they were earlier. Peter understood that he didn't know you very well-- in fact, he had only known you for about four hours in total but even still, he had a feeling that this faraway look in your eyes was not who you typically were.

"Can I... ask you something?" Peter asked with hesitation, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked around your barely lived in room.

You blinked, almost as if remembering he was still there, "Yes."

"I don't mean to pry but... what did Loki do to you? It just seems like something happened between the two of you," he said, fumbling with his words.

You pursed your lips with a hum, debating whether or not to share your sob story with him. But you guessed that after you left you wouldn't be seeing him ever again so... why not?

"I don't know what Midgard knew of my father's antics before he tried conquering Midgard again, but he faked his own death."

Peter nodded in recognition, "Yeah, I actually did hear about that."

"Yes... and he lied to me too."

"He didn't... you believed he was dead too?"

You nodded, "I believed he was dead for years... So imagine my surprise when my Uncle comes to me, telling me my own father who we both believed to be dead-- who we held a funeral for, was captured on Midgard and I was to replace him as Midgard's ward in order to free him." You continued, "I’ve seen him for one of the first times in years, just to be without him for another year."

You stared across the room and Peter continued to gaze into the distant look in your eyes. He found it quite ironic how you were saying you liked broken things when Peter could see that you were feeling just as broken.

But suddenly, you snapped out of it and looked up at Peter.

"But enough about that. I'd prefer to hear you speak instead. Come, sit." You invited, patting a free space on your bed.

Peter walked over, starting to feel a little bit more comfortable around you as he sat at the end of the bed, leaving more than enough space between you both.

"You called yourself Spider-Man?" You asked, remembering what he had said when you both visited Loki.

"Yeah," Peter grinned, "That’s my um, alias.”

”I see,” you hummed, “You seem to be much younger than the others.”

”Yeah, when I was 15 I got bitten by this radioactive spider and it gave me superpowers, so I kinda got into the game pretty early on.” He shrugged.

”What kind of powers did you receive?”

“Oh y’know… super strength, speed, flexibility… I guess that’s the normal stuff when you think of super powers.”

You moved closer to him, making him blush even though there was still plenty of space between you both. “Did the bite make you humble as well or was that always apart of you?”

Peter blushed harder, laughing awkwardly as you fixed him once again with one of your intense gazes.

”I-um— I dunno,” he stuttered, before finding himself into another one of his ramblings, “Another cool thing I got though is this spider sense, so I can like tell when I’m in danger before something happens.”

This really piqued your interest, “Really now? To what extent?”

”I’m not too sure… like one time I was able to tell the milk was spoiled before I drank it, and like before… when you leaned in, I knew you were going to kiss me, that��s why my reaction was kinda, uh, violent…” He trailed off.

You quirked a brow, “So you think I’m dangerous?”

”No!” He yelped, “It’s just— I was able to tell you were going to do something kind of, I dunno, but it’s like I think you kissing me would have surprised me which is why it triggered my spider sense— do you know what I mean?”

You laughed at his desperation, “So, if I tried to kiss you again, would you move away?”

”Um… No?”

You hummed, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him down.

”W-what are you doing?”

“Relax Peter. You’ve been on edge for hours now. Are you usually like this?” You asked.

Peter eyed you warily, allowing you to push him down onto your bed, gasping when you straddled his lap.

He jerked up onto his elbows, looking frantically around the room, “Are there cameras in here. If Mr. Stark sees this then—“

”Shh,” you hushed, placing a finger on his lips, his wide eyes meeting yours again. “I’ll take that as a yes. And no, there are no cameras in here.”

Peter felt even more on edge now. You were setting off his spider sense with whatever you were planning making him feel stuck between a rock and a hard place.

On the one hand he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, this was technically fraternizing with the enemy seeing as you were Loki’s daughter and Mr. Stark didn’t trust you yet but on the other hand… here was a goddess practically throwing herself at him.

You placed both hands on his chest and pushed back down again and he allowed you to.

You leaned over him, placing both hands on either side of his head, your hair draping down around his face.

”You look scared Peter.”

”I’m sorry.” He rushed out in a single, high pitched breath.

”Don’t be,” you lilted, dragging a finger along his jaw, “I find it endearing. The boys on Asgard are always so full of themselves, it’s nice to see how… compliant you are. It is doing wonders for my ego right now,” you said with a laugh.

Peter gulped, his entire body was tingling, especially where you kept stroking his skin. And he swore, waiting for you to kiss him was driving him mad as the anticipation was almost too much to handle, so instead he found himself leaning up and crashing his lips to yours instead.

You reciprocated immediately, pushing him back down to the bed as you took control of the kiss. His lips were completely to your mercy as you kissed and nipped at them.

”There’s… something about— you,” you said in between kisses, “That makes me feel… powerful.”

“Oh shit,” Peter muttered at the feeling of his hands being restrained by magic. He broke the kiss, looking at his hands, then back at you. A soft unrestrained whimper escaping him.

Peter clearly had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he was starting to realize.

“Oh my God,” Peter hissed, jerking his hips up as you shoved your hand down his pants, “Princess, I—“

”I’m very impressed,” you hummed, squeezing his cock, “Back on Asgard there are many rumors about Midgardian men being small, but I can’t say that about you.”

Peter’s face grew ten times more red with your comment, moaning as you squeezed him.

”Wait— Princess, if you keep doing that, I’ll—“

”That soon, huh?” You said with a laugh, quite enjoying the helpless and desperate look on his face, “Very well,” you let go of him, pulling your hand out of his jeans. “I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun too soon.”

Peter felt a rush of air enter his lungs once you let go, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m sorry,” he said once again.

”For what?” You asked with a raised brow, “There are plenty more activities we can partake in first. I’m actually quite interested in seeing what your mouth can do. Care to show me?”

Peter swallowed nervously, “You mean— you want me too…?”

”Would you like to?”

Peter found himself at a loss for words, only being able to nod frantically in agreement.

”Wonderful,” you giggled, climbing off him.

You situated yourself on your back, leaning up on your elbows.

Peter watched as you pulled up your dress and spread your legs… for him.

He must’ve fucking died and gone to heaven at that point.

Peter also thought that this must have been his reward for dealing with all the grief and pain he had endured in his life.

He sat up. Staring at your cunt— you hadn’t even been wearing underwear this entire goddamn time.

Peter was struck with the sudden need to make you feel good. He wanted to prove to you that yes— he was so much better than the boys back on Asgard. He would do anything for the Princess of Asgard and Goddess of Mischief to be hooked on the pleasure only little Peter Parker from Midgard could provide.

He would have done anything for you in that moment just to prove he was good enough.

He tentatively made his way between your thighs. You leaned up further, pressing your lips against his briefly before muttering, “Get to work.”

Peter stared back at you with a puppy-like gaze, bright and completely under your control.

He did as you said and laid down on his stomach.

Your cunt was only a breath away, his cock twitched realizing how wet you were— you wanted him.

Without any more hesitation, he dived forward, dragging his tongue against you. He relished the moan that left you upon licking your clit.

He moaned at your taste, he was sure that he’d never get enough of it now. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, tongue focusing on your clit.

You laid back with a gasp, fingers tangling into his brown curls. This wasn’t exactly part of the plan for today, but you’d take it. He was much better with his mouth than you were expecting.

You bucked your hips against his mouth and gave a harsh tug to his curls, making him whimper. “Use your fingers,” you ordered.

He did as you asked without a moments hesitation, letting go of your thigh to press his fingers into you, immediately curling his fingers to find what he was looking for.

”A little more— ah, there,” you gasped out in bliss as he continued to thrust his fingers into you while sucking on your clit.

Peter stared up at you. You were so fucking gorgeous he was sure this was a dream.

Your mouth fell slack as you moaned out his name, eyes screwed shut and toes curling. He was doing this. He was the one making you feel this good right now.

Peter nearly came in his pants, untouched, as you opened your eyes and locked your gaze with his.

Eyes smoldering and intense, even more so than they had been earlier, almost making him freeze in his spot if he wasn’t so determined to make you cum.

And you did.

While moaning his name.

Peter worked you through your orgasm, letting you buck against his face until you became limp, laying against the bed as you panted.

Peter pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper. He then pulled away from you, his mouth and chin covered in your slick.

”You taste really good,” Peter said breathlessly, moving up your body.

”Do I?” You giggled, clearly in a much better mood. “Care to give me a taste then?”

”Yeah,” he breathed, leaning down to press his lips to yours again.

You were nearly too much for poor Peter Parker to handle as he hadn’t felt his spider sense calm down since this began.

Your fingers toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck, lips moving against his lazily after your orgasm.

It only took you a few moments to get back into the game as you pushed his hoodie down his shoulders. He eagerly pulled it off, tossing it off the bed.

He broke the kiss, tugging his t-shirt off and making you giggle.

”You seem very eager,” you commented, eyeing his chest and abs.

”After that— yeah.”

You sat up, fingers trailing up his arms. “I really must say that you are full of surprises,” you hummed, thoroughly impressed with how muscular he was. “I think it’s your turn.”

You sat up more, pushing him back onto the bed so he lay on his back, once again straddling his hips and giving you an even better view of his upper body.

You rolled your hips, making him grunt and feel how hard he was.

Now, growing up, Peter learned an important life lesson.

If something seemed to be too good to be true, it usually was.

His crush asking him out in ninth grade was a prank.

Spider-Man seemed like a pretty sweet deal until he realized that he’d nearly die and get his loved ones killed many times over.

The time the Princess of Asgard and Goddess of Mischief seduced him?

Turned out to be apart of a fucking scheme.

“What is going on here!?” Peter suddenly heard, and none other than from Nick Fury as the door was violently thrown open.

You looked up to find Stark, Thor, and the rest of the Avengers standing in the doorway. Tony’s arm wearing the arm of his suit, palm open and ready to shoot.

”What!?” Peter yelped, sitting up and pushing you off him.

”Loki’s missing,” Tony suddenly said, “And we had a feeling it might have something to do with his daughter considering you two were no where to be found on the camera system.”

Peter’s head snapped towards you, eyes widened in panic.

You sighed, your shoulders sagging as you climbed off the bed.

“A shame really,” you hummed, looking back at Peter, “Things were really about to get fun.” You turned back to the Avengers. “Next time, it would serve you well to take your own advice Stark. If you ever meet someone with the word ‘Mischief’ in their name. Don’t trust them… and Uncle,” you looked at Thor, “I do apologize, but it had to be done.”

”Then it’s too late?” Thor asked defeatedly.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, aiming his question at Thor, “Why do you Asgardians always talk in riddles?”

You only smiled and with a wave goodbye and a flare of green light… you were gone.

”Where’d she go?” Nick demanded furiously of Thor, the others now waiting on him.

”That wasn’t her,” Thor answered, “That was merely a replication of her. Her true self must have slipped out and freed Loki… I would imagine that they are both off Midgard by now.”

"Her true self must have slipped out, huh?" Nick Fury repeated accusingly, now staring at Peter, "I wonder how she managed that."

Peter's mouth fell open as everyone now stared at him. "Okay. I know this looks bad--"

"Looks bad?" Steve hissed, finally speaking up for the first time, "Tony being caught playing with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s new weapons 'looks bad'. Not only did you let our only assurance that Loki wasn't going to attack Earth escape with him but you were about to--"

"In the kid's defense," Bucky started, cutting Steve off, "She probably could have done that to most of us, her tactics seemed kind of... foolproof."

Nat shook her head, "We need to debrief this properly. Everyone in the conference room, Tony get Bruce, I'll get Clint, and Peter... put your shirt on." She quickly stalked off with a few of the others following behind.

Peter stared at the ground, sitting guiltily under Nick, Tony, and Steve's glares, "She's right." Fury said, "We'll review this and figure out what our next steps are," and finally the last of them were leaving.

Peter buried his face in his hands and swore that if he ever saw you again he was going to... well he didn't know what he was going to do yet, but he sure as hell was fucking pissed and humiliated.

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"Let's go," you muttered, pulling your father along with you and giving a nod towards Heimdall.

"Why are you in such a rush," Loki asked, wondering why you seemed so apprehensive.

"I doubt Thor will think we came to Asgard but we can never be too sure-- My plan isn't over yet."

Loki quirked a brow, "You set up more than just our escape?"

"Of course."

He hummed, walking with you towards the kingdom, "I’m impressed."

"I'm just glad you picked up on my lie about Thor's whereabouts back in the cell."

"That quirk in your brow wasn't as subtle as you think, however you did a nice job in choosing the weakest of the Avengers."

You shrugged, "He’s a young and naive man— they all think the same. Show them a pretty face and there’s only one thing on their mind. I was able to slip this from him without him knowing," you said, raising the piece of paper with the passcode that he had shoved into his pocket earlier.

Loki tsked, “I don’t want to know what you got up to with that boy, but I will assume that you did what needed to be done. What's the plan now?"

"Well, I figured since this entire situation stemmed from you wanting to rule a realm then... you'll rule Asgard."

"And how are we accomplishing that?"

"You will pretend to be grandfather." You said.

"And what will you do with your grandfather then?"

"I'll take care of that. You just focus on ruling Asgard.”

”Hm, I guess you take after me more than I thought.” He hummed.

You didn’t respond, now focused on figuring out how to proceed with the next phase of your plan.

That, and trying to ignore the way your mind kept wanting to think about the Midgardian boy and how he made you feel.

But just like every man you felt for before, you’d crush each and every one of those feelings… you had a much more glorious purpose to live up to after all.

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Request: Can you do 7 from the dialog prompt list with bucky?🥺💕

A/N: God knows what actually happened to the original ask but I found this half-finished in my docs and am SO PROUD of myself for actually getting it written. Like not to toot my own horn but yay me for not being a completely lazy bum for once.

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You had known Bucky for a while now, technically longer than he had known you...or even really known himself. The Winter Soldier had attacked you in Washington DC while you were running counterintelligence on S.H.I.E.L.D. for Steve. He broke your leg in two places and the next time you saw him Steve was asking you to help bail him out of an international crisis.

Now, after surviving a blip and an alien invasion with him (and briefly without him) you had traded near death experiences for pizza on Friday nights and reruns of television shows that you had grown up on but he had never seen. It was all very domestic and not very “ex-assassin for Hydra” but you weren’t one to complain and you preferred this Bucky far more than the one who was blowing up a city street in broad daylight and trying to murder you.

“God, can Morgan Fairchild’s hair get any bigger?” You asked, walking around the couch with the largest blow of popcorn your kitchen could handle making.

Bucky leaned back against the couch and looked at you, tilting his head to watch as you sat down beside him. “Too bad I cut mine...shoulda done it like that, what do you think doll?” He asked, cheeky grin on his face.

You set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you and turned to Bucky, ignoring the screen and instead setting your attention on the super soldier beside you. He was watching you skeptically, probably because you both were extremely aware of his aversion to touch and you were literally reaching a hand toward him, brushing his hair away from his face with your fingers. The look that passed over his face when you smiled was unreadable and yet, somehow, you recognized it.

Reading Bucky had become a skill you were particularly versed in. You spent more time with him than anyone else you knew of (especially now that Steve had gone back in time...or gone to a new timeline...you weren’t entirely sure you understood, or wanted to understand, how all that nonsense worked) and had built up a comradery with him. Or maybe it was something more than that, a bit more complex than simple friendship and harder to define than just someone helping someone else.

“You know, or...well, probably you don’t, I told Steve that I kinda found you attractive with the long hair.” You admitted, almost laughing after the fact. You been too busy actually helping in Geneva to focus too much attention on him and he’d been in too fragile of a mental state to really comprehend any attempts at friendship. Especially on your part. You were just some Steve had promised was trustworthy and that didn’t count for much when Bucky knew he could lose what little hold he had on his sanity at any moment.

“When was that?”

“Oh god,” you paused as if you could hardly remember all the times you interacted with Bucky despite the fact that you had cataloged every insignificant moment as if they were priceless heirlooms in your head. “Geneva...after they finally knocked you out and you were in the warehouse.” You laughed at his slightly confused expression and wondered if he even remembered you in Geneva, “I mean granted you had just tried to kill me and you had a decent layer of grease in your hair...still looked pretty good though.”

“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” He replied, sounding almost distracted, catching your hand in his when you started to pull away.

There was a beat of silence again and you thought fleetingly of all the times you’d looked at him and caught him looking at you the way he was now. The first had been in Wakanda, while alien forces were bearing down on the small country and you were resigned to the upper lab with Shuri. You could remember the moment, on the stairs, before he’d left with Steve and you saw him for the last time. At least for five years.

You’d spent those five years agonizing over what if’s and choices that you didn’t make because you had convinced yourself that you were being a good friend and not pushing Bucky into something he wasn’t ready for. But now you were well passed those years, well passed everything that had happened that felt otherworldly and surreal, at least for now, and there was no reason (good or bad) that came to mind when you tried to stop yourself from leaning in. It was all just white noise and Morgan Fairchild’s husky voice in the background, arguing over a smooth jazz soundtrack that sounded more like someone was setting a mood than solving a murder.

Bucky reached you first. His hand, still holding onto yours, pulled you closer to him on the couch and you followed the motion. For a dreaded second, he felt both too close and too far away and you were almost afraid you’d never reach that inevitable place you were headed, at the collision of just friends and something more. Bucky looked completely calm, like he knew all along that tonight was going to go exactly this way. But then, hadn’t you when you reached out for him and he didn’t pull away. Hadn’t you known then that this was no small moment to fantasize big what ifs about.

“If I kiss you,” he started to say, voice almost a whisper. He was on the edge of the precipice and waiting for the go-ahead. This was where it was heading, he was saying, but I’ll give you an out if you want it. “I won’t be able to stop.”

You considered telling him that you didn’t want him to stop, ever. That you’d been wanting to kiss him since Geneva. Probably even DC if you really sat with that one (which you weren’t going to do). You considered telling him that you were mostly positive that you loved him but that felt like too big a declaration to have in your apartment over a bowl of popcorn and a rerun of Murder, She Wrote. So, you settled for, “I don’t care.” and by the way his glittered in the light you were almost certain he knew exactly what you meant.

This was it. He kissed you and it felt like the entire world outside your apartment melted away. Like it was only the two of you there in that room and nothing else. You moved as close as you could without breaking the kiss, grateful that you’d had the good sense to move the popcorn to the coffee table when you first sat down (it was a good batch tonight and even Bucky kissing you wasn’t worth a good batch of popcorn on the floor). His hands found your waist and somehow you were straddling his lap and you thought briefly ‘I wonder if this looks as sexy as it always does in the movies’. You didn’t get too much time to really think that one through, or any thought after it.

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Summary: Cecilia Winslow and the Avengers arrive in Sokovia to take back Loki's Sceptre. However, during the fight, Cecilia finds herself chasing after a certain speedster.

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Sokovia, Eastern Europe, Hydra research Base, 2015

It was cold in Sokovia, especially here and with the snow surrounding us and my barely warm suit, I was freezing. There was commotion all around us, yelling, explosions, gunfire, you name it. Despite all of that, I can still hear my heart hammering inside of my chest and the ringing in my ears.

I had a pistol in my right hand, while my left hand gripped onto the vehicle I was on as Agent Romanoff - or Black Widow, the Black Widow - was speeding through the white layered forest, with Agent Barton - Hawkeye - was shooting Hydra agents with his bow.

Still, amongst all the chaos unfolding before us, I couldn't believe that I was fighting alongside the Avengers. I mean, the Avengers. Becoming a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was one thing, granted it was something I was hesitant about before, but fighting alongside the Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes, was another.

"Winslow!" I hear from beside me, my attention finally being caught by Romanoff, I spin my head towards her direction after shooting an agent only a few metres away from me. "We could use a certain power of yours right now."

I exhaled softly, taking a moment to think about what I could exactly do without much practice. "Not much I can do I'm afraid, Agent Romanoff."

Though, despite the fact, I still clasped my hands together in a tight ball, feeling as the energy pulsed and built throughout my body. It took me a few moments to concentrate, as soon as I felt ready, I unclasped my hands and felt as if the energy dispersed from my body. I took a deep breath as the noises of gunfire, shouting and explosions quickly faded from my hearing and the sounds of heartbeats filled my ears. Though, mostly the feelings of determination, fear flooded through me.

It took a few moments for me to try and figure out how many agents were around us and if I could do anything to try and benefit the team in this fight. The plan was to try and slow down the heartbeats of a few agents, in hopes to sedate the agents and get them off our backs.

Eventually, after a few short seconds, I stopped my concentration and the heartbeats abruptly stopped. I shook my head and sighed quietly, "I-I... I can't do anything at the moment. I'm sorry."

Romanoff and Barton shared a quick, concerned glance at each other, one they thought I wouldn't notice since I was shooting at any agents that I deemed were getting too close to us, or were actively shooting at us as well. I didn't look back at them to see if they had kept their worried faces, I always knew that most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents didn't have much faith or confidence in me. It was only predictable that some, if not all, of the Avengers felt the same.

As I finished speaking, a Hydra agent - with advanced technology similar to Stark's Ironman's suit - got too close to the vehicle myself, Romanoff and Barton had been in, I had to elbow him in the face with as much strength as I could muster in my less dominant arm to make him lose balance. I made a small 'ah' sound as I did, stretching my arm slightly as if it would ease the pain that shot through my arm.

It was only moments - moments that didn't feel all that long because of how fast Romanoff was driving - after I knocked the agent away that Romanoff drove right towards barricades, twisting the car to make a sharp turn so that the car would have stopped in its tracks, causing the three of us to jump out of the vehicle.

Unlike the others, I do not go guns blazing, mostly because I was afraid that I might hit someone I shouldn't have. Instead, I opted for a simple jump and roll when I hit the floor. I hit the floor with a silent huff, rolling so that I was on one of my knees, arms up ready to shoot any Hydra agents near.

While Thor, Stark, Bruce (or, well, the Hulk) and Rogers left, Romanoff, Barton and myself were left to deal with the agents that were around us. One of the Hydra agents stood right in front of me and, without hesitation, I pulled the trigger and shot his leg. He cried out in pain as I got up from my knees, ran up to him and hit him in the side of the head with the end of the magazine. The hit in the head caused him to jolt away from me, I then kicked him down with my right leg and, once on the ground, I stomped my foot down his face. I heard a loud 'crack' and grinned in satisfaction when I realised I had broken his nose.

I left the agent on the floor, cradling his bloodied nose in his hand, curled up into a pathetic-looking ball. I shrugged to myself at the man's whimpering, running over to other agents who had been close to my proximity. Typically the missions I had assisted on the fights I had had been an easy win, leaving me with nothing but a few bruises. However, with Strucker's enhanced technology, I ended up getting more scratches than I usually got.

As I was fighting a particularly determined agent, one that refused to simply go down from the punches I pulled, I heard a yell in my ear-piece - one that was as clear as day as Tony Stark's yell.

"Language!" I heard Rogers scold, I couldn't help but grimace when I heard it, feeling as I was washed in second-hand embarrassment. "JARVIS, what's the view from upstairs?"

"The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield." I took a mental note as JARVIS informed Cap, even if I, personally wasn't being told, taking mental notes was a habit I gained after my time in S.H.I.E.L.D. "Strucker's technology is well beyond any Hydra base we've taken."

"Loki's sceptre must be here, Strucker's defences couldn't mount without it." As I started to tire the Hydra agent out, I couldn't help myself from getting annoyed from Loki's mention - even now, after three odd years, Loki's appearance on Earth still affects us. "At long last."

I finally took down the continuous agent, huffing as he dropped to the ground in pain, then running a hand through my hair - regretting the fact I didn't put it up before the fight erupted. I quickly find Barton, running over closer to him and quickly hiding behind a tree. I started shooting at the numerous agents that had taken notice of Barton.

After a few moments of silence in comms, Natasha spoke up, slightly breathless. "At 'long last' is lasting a little long, boys."

"Yeah, I think we lost the element of surprise." Barton said, after letting go of one his arrows towards one of the bunkers firing at us - causing it to explode - and hiding behind the tree again.

I scoffed quietly, shaking my head, starting to get breathless and starting to realise that my adrenaline was one of the few things that kept me going. "No, no, I think we have a few moments until we lose it."

I checked mine and Barton's surroundings, looking around for other opponents, while also trying to steady my breath. Then, I hear Stark in my ear-piece again - only this time he wasn't yelping out. "Wait a second, nobody else is gonna deal with the fact that Cap just said 'language'?"

I laughed faintly under my breath. "I'm just trying to erase the moment from my memory."

"I know." Cap sighed, and after a few moments, he continued. "It just slipped out."

I turned to Barton, making a small face at him as I stifled a laugh. I knew damn well I had the humour of a twelve year old kid, but knowing I couldn't say anything because no one would appreciate my amazing humour. In response to my expression, Barton playfully rolled his eyes and scoffed with the tiniest of smiles pulling at his lips.

You know you find me funny, I thought.

In the midst of following around Barton and helping out wherever I could - despite the fact my aim was terrible in comparison to him -, I saw a blur of varied colours (mostly blue, or was it a shade of silver?) run past a bunker, completely ridding off one of the arrows Barton shot.

Barton had yet to have noticed, but as my eyes widened and my interest peaked immensely, Barton looked over his shoulder when he didn't hear the bunker explode, taking out another arrow as he glanced over at me for a split second.

I watched helplessly as moved out of the cover of the trunk of the tree, holding up his bow and getting ready to release a second arrow at the bunker. One second, Barton was standing upright, the next, he was flipped in the air and hit the ground with a thud and a groan.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath, then became louder. "Barton?"

Seemingly, out of nowhere, a man who looked around six feet with his hair dyed a silver - almost white - on the tips of his hair while his roots remained a brunette. He seemed to be around six foot tall, with a lean, muscular build. From where I was standing, I could tell he was attractive, with stubble on his chin that didn't seem bad unlike some other men with stubble instead of a beard.

He looked down at Barton, a sly and prideful smirk on his face. "You didn't see that coming?"

The man then disappeared as quick as he appeared, leaving nothing but a few moments of faint streaks of blue where he was previously standing.

Then without hesitation, and without any existent and/or present brain cells in my head, I started to sprint over to where I thought this speedster might have run off to. However, I ended up sprinting away into a particularly calm area of the fight, hearing only distant noises of gunfire, when I realised that my decision to run after this mysterious person was a dumbass move.

I, however, still decided to carry out this plan. I slowed to a stop, clasping my hands firmly together and taking a deep breath as I felt the familiar feeling of pulsating energy throughout my body, followed by the similar feeling to the energy being dispersed and suddenly hearing nothing but a single heartbeat.

This heartbeat, though, was different to regular ones. Yes, amidst a fight, someone's heartbeat will increase because of the adrenaline and the function of getting more blood circulated throughout your body. This heartbeat was faster, and I mean extremely faster. Part of me wondered if this person was about to drop dead from their strange heart rhythm.

That was not only the different aspect about the heartbeat, the sound had moved from one place to another almost instantly. One moment, it would be heard from somewhere in front of me, the next it was behind me. That was exactly how I knew I had come across the right person, the speedster. I had to concentrate harder than usual to detect where exactly his heartbeat was coming from, whether it was on my left or right, in front or behind me.

It took me my whole remaining intelligent brain cells to keep my focus on using my abilities. After a few short seconds, I took a deep breath, unclasped my hands quickly to extend my hand and grab something in front of me.

With widened eyes, I gasped softly when I felt something actually in my hand. I grinned as I looked up at a certain silver-haired man, noticing his blue eyes.

"How did you do that?" He asked suspiciously, Sokovian accent thick in his voice as he looked down at me with a confused look.

I shrugged, chuckling softly as I felt pride build inside of me. "I mean, I'm going to be honest, I didn't think it was going to work."

The man tried to get out of my grasp, I almost forgot that I was holding his forearm, but I didn't let go immediately because I was afraid he was going to run off again. Either that or he punches me.

Eventually, my grip loosened enough for his arm to slip through my hand. He straightened up and, from what I could gather, tried his best at an intimidating stance. "You should have stayed with your friends."

I almost laughed aloud because I could swear that he was making his voice slightly deeper to seem more threatening. "Yeah, and I should have tried harder in training, but... My life is just full of bad decisions, so..."

I had a grin on my face, and then shrugged when I finished speaking. I then moved my hair away from my face, seeing his very much unamused face. One more person to add to the list that doesn't appreciate my jokes. Then I heard in my ear-piece: "Clint's hit!" It was Romanoff, most likely informing someone else on the team.

"Anyway." I exhaled quietly when I realised this stranger was the reason Barton was exposed to the hit, crossing my arms over my chest and staring daggers at the speedster. "Your little stunt could have just killed my friend- ah, colleague, you know that, right?"

He sighed in annoyance, clearly already bored of our conversation. He rolled his eyes in boredom and attempted to take me down, before he was able to get near me, I had grabbed his arm once more. With one hand I had grabbed his forearm, while my other hand rested just above his wrist.

He looked down at my hand with a look of confusion, he then looked back up at me. "What are you doing?"

Please work this time, I thought. The last time I tried to do this, I failed and some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents thought less about me since I was incapable of using my powers.

It took me a few, short seconds for the concentration to settle again. I took a deep breath as I started to slow his heartbeat, not so much so that he would become unconscious, but enough so that he would calm down.

For a moment, just a single moment, I could feel the calmness radiate off of him. I looked up at him, as he looked down at me, and our eyes locked once more. I could feel his heartbeat slowed down to a more regular rhythm, but I could also hear as my heartbeat died down so much so I couldn't hear my heart thundering in my ears.

I had calmed down alongside this stranger so much that my concentration died away, causing the man to slip out of the calmness that I had put upon him. When he finally realised that I was using my abilities on him, he had no hesitation punching me right in the face.

When I felt the impact, I let go of his arm and stumbled backwards, my right hand quickly moving just below my left eye, where he had hit me. "Ah! You wanker!"

However, when I looked back up to give the man a piece of my mind (and hopefully payback for that punch), I was greeted by nothing but snow and trees. Upon my disappointment, I huffed out and groaned quickly, shaking my head.

"Mother fucking speeding son of a bitch." I muttered under my breath, sighing afterwards as I turned around and started to jog back to where I last saw Romanoff.

In comms, as I jogged over to where I was before chasing after that silver-haired jerk, I heard Romanoff speak. "We're locked down out here."

Followed by Rogers: "Then get to Banner, time for a lullaby."

"Winslow." The thing that made me pay more attention to what I was hearing. It was Romanoff. "You headed back to me, or what?"

I felt as embarrassment and shame filled my senses, I sighed slightly in disappointment, afraid that I had upset The Black Widow for my poor decision making when Barton was attacked by that speedster. "Yes, sorry about that. I-I am heading back now."

After a little while of jogging, I found my way to Romanoff and Bruce, with Bruce now in new clothes rather than being the Hulk. I looked over to Bruce and gave him a small smile, as if it would help with what he was feeling - having to live with the Hulk and all. Then I turned to Romanoff.

"What happened to you?" She asked, her hand motioning to my face, where a bruise and/or mark had probably formed.

I sighed quietly, my hand reaching up to lightly touch just below my eye and, when I did, I felt a small sting. "I found out that our blur has a strong punch."

She had a quick motion of her head, it tilted to the side slightly as she let out an exhale of breath. "So, he got away?"

"Obviously." I scoffed softly, but it was mostly from the disappointment of leaving Barton's side to go after the guy. "Sorry, I'll do better next time."

She shook her head and sighed quietly, almost silently. "You did fine today, you followed your gut by going after the enhanced. That's what every agent should do, follow their gut."

I smiled slightly from her response.

"But next time, when one of your own is injured, make sure they aren't dying, or already dead." She said, her voice was stern, unlike when she had spoken before.

"Yes, ma'am." I spoke softly, nodding my head and looking down at the ground. I could see in the edge of my eyes that she nodded, probably satisfied that she didn't have to explain further why I should have done that. "We're going back to the jet, we're done here."

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*Blows a kiss to the gotg fans* For you my beloved ♥️

I hate marvel so much I say as I consume gotg content and watch the Loki series

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I did not like Spider-Man: No Way Home very much, but it would have been funnier if it had ended something like this:

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Scene cuts to a hall of Midtown High. Ned and MJ are standing at his locker. They’re sorting through his stuff.

Ned comes across a picture from their wild trip to Europe. He grimaces in confusion as he looks at it. He quickly urges MJ to also look at it.

MJ’s eyes widen as she looks at it as well. They each grip a side of the photo.

Camera pans to show the photo.

Image shows all three friends together. Peter is in the middle.

MJ (Speaking while pointing at the picture with confusion): “That’s the guy we saw at the coffee shop the other day.”

Ned and MJ (look up at each other and simultaneously speak) : “What the f---?”

#spider-man fanfiction #spider-man #ned leeds #michelle jones #spider-man: no way home #MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE FANFICTION #humor

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A/N: anyways I saw Thor: love and thunder. Minor and less minor spoilers in this story. I was thinking, what if it hadn’t been Heimdall coming to greet Jane, but Frigga? Mostly because I do not stop thinking about her. So,,, I made it.

AO3 - KoFi

Welcome, my dear

When she died, Jane didn’t feel afraid. She felt warm all over, her sight went dark, and the next moment she was surrounded by arches of gold and white.

The world around her was beautiful. She could see snowy-topped mountains, lush forests and sparkling rivers. Closer by were comfortable looking houses, spread around a big hall in the middle. People were walking around, smiling without a care in the world. This was Valhalla. They didn’t have to care anymore.

When she got up, she noticed a woman waiting for her. ‘Your majes-‘

Frigga held up her hand. ‘Stopping you right there, Jane. You can just call me Frigga.’

‘Frigga,’ Jane repeated. ‘Yes. Sorry.’

‘Just don’t make the same mistake again.’ Frigga winked as Jane came towards her. ‘Welcome to Valhalla, dear. It means you died a warrior's death.’

‘It seems so.’

‘I hadn’t expected any different from you.’

Jane nodded, then felt her throat close up and her heart picking up speed. ‘Eh… I feel like I should apologise. I think I know it wasn’t my fault that you… eh…’

‘I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘died.’ And it is indeed not your fault.’

‘Still, I feel like I should apologise. You died while protecting me.’

‘If you apologise, you make it seem like it was a mistake.’ She pulled a sleeve of Jane’s dress straight. ‘I don’t think it was.’

‘Right.’ Jane nodded. ‘Thank you.’

‘That’s better, dear.’ Frigga pushed a lock of hair out of Jane’s face. ‘Oh, and before I forget: Heimdall wanted to thank both you and Thor for protecting his son.’

‘I mean, of course.’

‘I knew you’d say that.’ She extended her arm. ‘Come. There is a seat waiting for you in the hall.’

Jane took her arm, and together they got going.

‘I am going to ask you the question any mother would ask, Jane,’ Frigga said. ‘How is my son? I only know what Heimdall tells me.’ She sighed. ‘Last time I saw him was when he poured his heart out, right before I died. I think that’s when I thought it might happen.’ She smiled a weak little smile. ‘Yet after that, I don’t know, dear. Did it get better? Even if only slightly?’

‘Just now, it did,’ Jane said. ‘After defeating Thanos for real, he got back in shape and hung out with the guardians of the galaxy for a bit, eh, perhaps guarding the galaxy. In his own way.’

‘Right.’

‘Then we met up again in New Asgard and he seemed emotionally out of it. Then our adventure happened, and he realised he didn’t want to go on like that. Emotionally empty, I mean. So… I think it’s better now. Ever so slightly.’

She saw Frigga relax next to her. ‘Good.’ She nodded to herself. ‘Yet, my dear, how were you?’

Jane bit her lip. ‘Well, after your son and I, eh, had a falling out, I turned my attention to my work.’ She sighed. ‘Then I realised I had cancer and I tried to work on a cure to no avail. A few days ago…’ She narrowed her eyes. Jep, it had only been a few days. ‘I felt called by Mjölnir. Then, when I got it, I was full of energy again.’ She sighed. ‘Yet, the magic erased the traces of chemo in my body. Eventually, that got to me.’ She looked at the ground beneath her feet.

‘But not before delivering a final blow. Like a true warrior.’

Jane snickered. ‘Well, yes, that’s true. That’s what made me worthy of coming into Valhalla, I reckon.’

‘You don’t think you already fought enough before that?’ Frigga smiled. ‘Fighting your own body is already more than enough, don’t you think?’

‘Perhaps.’

‘Sure of it.’ Frigga squeezed her hand. ‘I am not sure if you made the right decision in picking up Mjölnir, Jane. You can only decide that yourself. Yet I must say I am proud of what you did.’ She put her hand on Jane’s back. ‘Now that’s enough. Welcome, Jane. There are more people who’d like to see you again.’

A/N: yeah as you realised this is based heavily on MCU Valhalla. As it’s described in the eddas, it’s a place where people fight every day and then they feast at the end. This described right here is a very peaceful place. As far as I know, there aren’t really women there either, aside from the Valkyries (although that is something that can be changed with a more modern mindset). Neither can, in the mythology, get people dying from illness get into Valhalla. And screw it if MCU Odin can get into Valhalla besides not dying in battle so can Jane shut up.

#thor #mcu #thor love and thunder #fanfic #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fanfic #marvel cinematic universe fanfic #mcu fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #jane foster #mighty thor

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hawuu could I request 12. "we should really get up." "we should....but we won't." With Druig

Thank you

A/N - HAWUU! I love this request for Druig, thanks for requesting this dear friend!

Sun Kissed

Summary - Druig just wants alone time. That's all

Warnings - Just some fluff

The first thing you hear in the morning is crashing from Phastos’s lab, which then brings along the chorus of bickering from the other side of the door into your room.

“What did I tell you about touching my equipment, Sprite?!”

“Not my fault it’s lying around all over the floor!”

The body behind you was grumbling and snuggling into you as you rubbed your eyes with your fingers. The room was still dark, your bed remaining cool against your skin as the Domo energy was humming along the thick dark walls and under your bed along the floor. You knew instantly that it was very early in the morning, some of the morning sun rays were not even coming into your room just yet on the Domo, but it was already starting to be chaotic

“This has to be a new record in how early they start fightin’,” the voice behind you groaned out as you heard another crash from the direction of Phastos’s lab.

“SPRITE, I SWEAR TO—“

“WHY IS IT ON THE FLOOR IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!”

“Can we go on our own for a few days?” You asked in a yawn as you felt some kisses pressed against your bare shoulder, “I just need a few days of sleeping in…not waking up at the crack of dawn to—“

A third crash, you groaning in defeat as you rolled to be sprawled on your back and looked up at the dark ceiling above you. An arm was thrown over your waist, and a small chuckle was heard at your side as the body was now perched up on one hand.

“I’ll talk to Ajak and see if we can have a getaway this upcoming weekend,” You looked over to see Druig watching you with alluring eyes. You loved seeing him in your bed, you two already establishing that you were a couple just like Ikaris and Sersi. Although Ikaris and Sersi’s relationship seemed more formal in front of the others, Druig was fine with it. He had no issue in wishing to kiss your cheek in public or hold your hand whenever he could. Of course, there were times you had to tell him to reel in the public affection, in which he would wait until you two were truly alone to unleash all of his love for you.

“What makes you think she’ll let two Eternals go off on their own?” You asked him as he cocked a grin at you, “Ajak barely lets Ikaris and Sersi have their own time together,”

“Well it’s because it’s Ikaris and Sersi,” He replied with a shrug, “Ikaris won’t waste an opportunity to be the golden boy and get all the accolades of being second in command,”

“Quit being mean,” You lightly scolded him with a smack on his arm, though you both were laughing at what he said.

“What? It’s true!” He huffed, “And as for Sersi….well I have nothing bad to say about her. Just Ikaris,”

You just rolled your eyes as Druig leaned down to wrap you in his arms to kiss you good morning. You melted in his embrace, feeling his hands sprawled on your backside and some of the sheets starting to descend down both of your bodies as you hummed along his lips.

“Druig, we should really get up,” You murmured against his mouth as he kissed you again.

“We should…..but we won’t,” He replied as he kissed your chin and tickled your sides to make you chuckle, “Honestly, we have no meetings this morning and we can stay in this nice bed for as long as we want,”

Of course, the idea was beyond inviting and tempting, not wanting to go do chores or any walks of patrol amongst the humans, no need to hunt deviants since they were gone in the area. In all fairness there was already talk about you all moving on from this small city since you’ve done all you can do to aid the humans in their evolution, finding another rural area that had plenty of Deviants running rabid. Ajak was giving you all a few more days until the Domo was going to uproot, which was both bittersweet and yet thrilling at the same time.

“Then let’s stay in bed then,” You stated, Druig grinning widely as if he won a prize while you pointed a finger at him, “But not all day! I would like to go see the ocean again before we leave this city,”

“I’ll take us,” Druig agreed with you as you ruffled his brown hair with affection, “I wanna make sure your tan glows again from being in the sun, “

“Oh, so you wish for me to get a sunburn like I did before?” You asked him coyly as he laughed and shook his head.

“You know that’s not what I want. And I recall giving you that soothing plant lotion that Makkari would use on herself to ease your skin. I still have extra, so I can give it to you if it does happen again,” Druig informed you.

“You’ll massage it in with your fingers, like last time?” You questioned him in an alluring manner, Druig rolling his eyes as he leaned in to kiss along your neck and jawline to make you feel like you were melting into your sheets. No matter the image he would put on in front of others or in front of humans, he was always a softy when it came to you. Especially in your shared bedroom and your shared bed, it was where he felt the most secluded and the most vulnerable.

Plenty of moments were held in that bed. Moments of joy and happiness as you two would laugh together and talk about the day. Moments of sadness and grief, you hiding Druig as he cried in your embrace or you weeping in his arms from seeing the tragedies that happened to the humans. Many triumphs and trials were shared in the very bed you two were nestled in, and it felt like your own little place of worship.

“I’m at your command,” he vowed softly against your neck, his lips moving lower and lower as his fingers were starting to dance along your skin. Of course, you were letting him, not wishing to break the magic that was swirling in that room thanks to Druig and his soft affection.

However, another crash was heard from the lab, and Phastos’s screaming in agitation was heard. Druig sighed in defeat and fell on top of you as you giggled.

“We need alone time,” He grumbled against your neck.

“That we do,” You replied in agreement.

The End

September Prompt Session

#druig x reader #fanfiction #writing #barry keoghan #druig #eternals #marvel #druig imagine #druig x female reader #the eternals #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu #mcu phase 4 #druig x oc #druig x y/n

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Baby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Bucky sees how you are around kids. 👀👀

Content Warning: NSFW; sexy themes; marking/biting/hickeys; mentions of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); mentions of masturbation; breeding kink; established relationship; fantasies; language; bad ending!!; whatever else I failed to mention.

Word Count: ~540

Note: Was this requested? No! Sorry if it's not that good. The brain rot was real, though. I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

This is my first time writing smut in any capacity, so please be kind! 😅

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

MNDI (18+)!!

You were terrific with babies and kids; Bucky realized that early in the relationship. The first time he noticed it was when the two of you first started dating. Your sister had recently given birth, and you practically dragged Bucky to visit her. Bucky saw you coo and 'awe' over the newborn, but when you agreed to hold the baby, Bucky nearly short-circuited. He had to quickly excuse himself to a bathroom, a desperate attempt to relieve the growing problem between his legs. You were quick to brush it off, though a trace of confusion lingered within you.

After that day, Bucky couldn't help but notice how you acted around babies and children. You'd smile and wave if a baby was looking at you. You looked distressed and heartbroken if you heard a baby or child crying. You didn't even seem a little annoyed! Seeing that always did something for Bucky. Most of the time, he'd take care of it himself once they got home. He'd lock himself in the bathroom and fist himself to the thought of you pregnant with his child. Other times, he'd fuck you so hard into the mattress he swore the bed frame would break.

This became a common occurrence. After a while, he stopped fucking himself and started solely fucking you. Your moans and cries, feeling you cum, and you'd cum hard—it only turned him on more. He was insatiable.

"What's gotten into you recently?" you asked. You were breathing heavily, your body coated in a layer of sweat. Bucky lay on top of you, his head nestled in your neck as you felt him soften inside you. He did that a lot, keep that connection with you long after you'd both finish. You felt his release trickling out of you.

Bucky grunted. You felt him huff against your collarbone.

You chuckled. "I didn't think it was possible to fuck this much," you remarked offhandedly. One of your hands started running through his hair. He melted.

After a moment, your boyfriend lifted his head and looked you over. Your cheeks were bright red. He saw the marks he left across your collarbone and chest. Your eyes still had that post-sex haze. You looked glowing. Bucky felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him.

"You don't make it easy," he mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Bucky nuzzled his head back into your neck. He grunted when you playfully tugged at his hair.

"What does that mean?" you asked again.

"Babies," he muttered.

Your brows pinched together in confusion. "What about babies?"

"You're good with them."

It took you a moment to understand what he meant. You always had a soft spot for children. That was just how you were. You giggled at that.

"Do you want kids?" you asked.

Bucky didn't answer right away. He had never considered it before. But seeing you with kids was such a turn on. So he must want them deep down, right?

"I think so," he said. "As long as it's with you."

You felt him harden a bit and you clenched around him. Bucky let out a soft groan. "Well," you started, a mischievous smirk on your face, "I'm sure we could get some more practice in."

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #marvel x reader #marvel #avengers x reader #avengers #marvel cinematic universe x reader #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #sebastian stan #smut #18+ mdni #fanfiction

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What If... He Who Remains Could Send Frigg Lokidottir Home?

Chapter Three

Loki Laufeyson & Original Female Character

Word Count: 2K+

Spoilers: "Loki" Season 1; "What If...?" Season 1; "i don't want to be saved" fanwork

Basic Warnings + Trigger Warnings: Shenanigans! Like in an OOC way i think?

AO3: Link

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Frigg stood behind Loki, at a distance, and watched him interact with the mortal in need of assistance.

“A cat?” Loki sputtered. He spun on his heels and glared at his daughter. “This is my assignment? This is what you’re having me do?”

Frigg waved him off, offering no explanation. The plan was to keep that bit of information to herself until after Loki had completed an entire day of mundane, everyday hero tasks. She smiled at his distress about his assignment and leaned into the scepter, putting most of her weight on her right side.

“You’re enjoying this.” He mocked. He stared up the tree that the cat had scurried into hour earlier. “What’s the best way to go about this?” He glanced back at Frigg.

“You tell me, trainee.” She scrunched her nose and smiled. “You really only have two options. Non-magic and magic. Go from there.”

The mortal who had explained the situation to Loki stepped toward Frigg and crossed her arms. “You know, I feel bad for having to play pretend on this one. It’s one thing to live next to Steve and pretend to be a nurse, but this is just sad.”

Frigg nodded. “Well, it’s not very often that we, as superheroes, get calls for cats in trees. We have to make this up sometimes. And I think that’s the best start for Loki because he isn’t that good with people and you’re a professional agent. You can lie and you can handle him is he has an outburst.” She glanced over at Agent 22, despite her face being altered by the mask making her look like a civilian rather than the agent that Frigg has come to know, and lightly shrugged her shoulders. “That’s also not a cat, that’s Fury’s flerken, Goose. Goose is usually a sweetie.”

“That explains the mouth tentacles.” Agent 22 returned her attention to Loki who was using his magic to slowly approach the cat toward the top of the tree. “That isn’t the same flerken that took his eye, is it?”

“I believe so.” She said. She squinted up at Loki, trying to catch a glimpse at what he was doing and if he had reached the cat yet. “I hope Goose doesn’t try to beat up Loki.”

Agent 22 laughed. “Well, if that thing is as ruthless as you say…”

Frigg nodded and smiled. “Knock on wood. Oh, I think he’s got the flerken.” She peered up at Loki again. Her eyes widened at the sound of Goose hissing violently at Loki.

Loki yelped at the violent noise; he lost his concentration and came crashing down into the pavement. Goose landed on his chest and sauntered off of him toward Agent 22 and Frigg, rubbing up against both of them while narrowing his feline eyes at the God of Mischief.

“Well, that could have been worse.” Agent 22 muttered and scooped Goose up. “At least my precious Goose is alright.”

“Goose just needed a landing pad.” Frigg laughed. “Ah, are you alright down there?”

Loki slowly rolled onto his side and pushed himself up onto his knees. “How would you feel if you slammed into the pavement from that high?”

“Not the greatest.” Frigg inhaled through her teeth. “You’re a little bit more durable than most beings.” She sifted her weight back to both feet and slung her arm around the still standing scepter. She pulled an Avengers tablet out of a pocket dimension (she more than likely just opened a portal to the facility and yanked the tablet from Tony again). She logged in under her official credentials and opened up the training log for Loki. She checked off the ‘Cat Task’ and searched for something else that he could do in the same day.

Loki pulled himself to his feet. “I don’t think that was a cat.”

Agent 22 smiled at Frigg and Loki. “Thank you both.” She hurried away.

Frigg peered over her corrective lenses at Loki. “It was technically a flerken. He’s generally nonviolent.” She looked back down at the tablet in front of her. “A lot of these are going to be good deed acts; I want you to pick one.” She turned the tablet around and showed him the never-ending list of community service and good deeds.

He began skimming the list when a swarm of emergency vehicles drove past them. His head snapped in the direction that the emergency vehicles were headed. He quickly shoved the tablet into her chest and ran around the street corner to get an idea as to where they were headed.

“No, no, no, no. You’re not going to chase after them, you’re not prepared for Midgard emergencies!” Frigg followed him. “You don’t even know what the emergency is!” She grabbed at his leather coat, only to stumble forward because he had teleported himself early enough to evade being grabbed. She groaned and opened a small portal and tossed the tablet through it. She closed the portal and transported herself to the top of the nearest building in attempt to find her overly-eager-to-prove-himself father.

She spotted the vehicles a few blocks away from her; she slowly and worriedly floated toward the emergency. She landed just past the do-not-cross police barricade.

“Hey! You aren’t supposed to be this close!” One officer shouted.

“The structure is collapsing.” One officer said.

Distant chatter from remaining officers and firefighters turn into background noise.

“How many are still in there?” She asked quickly. “And did any wannabe heroes run inside?”

“One man ran inside.” The officer held his arms out.

Frigg looked around the officer. “That’s probably my idiot! Did he have mostly black and gold?” She pushed past the officer.

“That wasn’t Loki of Asgard, was it?” The officer asked.

She nodded. “Training to be an Avengers and this was not part of today’s itinerary.” She jogged up to the building but stopped and put up as many personal shields as she could before the burning building exploded. Many officers and fire fighters were still pushed back by the force of the explosion, Frigg herself was thrown back into the nearest firetruck.

She shook her head and looked up at the crumbling building. A fairly small figure jumped out of one of the third-floor windows with something in his arms. She flicked her arm out in his direction and encased him in a sheer green bubble; she brought them down slowly and released them once Loki’s feet touched the ground. Two shorter figures ran up to Loki and collected what was in his arms. The muttered their “thank you”s and were ushered away by paramedics on standby. Frigg stood up and brushed herself off as she walked toward her crazy old man.

“How was that for a good deed?” He asked.

“How was that?” She raised her voice slightly. “How was that? Absolutely insane. Reckless. You could’ve gotten yourself hurt and I have no doubt that pulled that stunt was bad for you, Frost Giant, I mean, look at what that did to you, you’re about as tall as me. Doing good things, saving lives, doing your part to preserve humanity isn’t about ‘look at me! I’m doing good things’! It’s about wanting to do good things, not recognition.” She smacked his arm.

Loki looked away from her. “What I did was out of line.” He paused and glanced over at the family he helped. “What would happen to those kids’ parents if I never went in and saved them?” He looked back at Frigg.

Frigg sighed in defeat. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. But running into a burning building is not something you and I can safely do, and you know this. You’ve got to get back to the Tower. Let the professionals finish up here, I’m begging you.”

Frigg pulled her horned helm away from her face, she turned it and stared at her reflection in the slim forehead covering. She looked back up and walked toward the freezer unit she and Tony had installed specifically for scenarios such as this one— Jötnar are not meant to be around intense heat, such temperatures can cause them to shrink rapidly, and that’s what happened to Loki. Had Frigg gone in after him, she would have suffered the same problem. Shrinking happens rapidly but recovering is rather… annoying.

While Loki was lock away in the freezer, Frigg was out leading her first Young Avengers “mission” in the skies (she was only in charge because Iron Heart and Iron Man were in Sokovia, Captain America’s protégé was in England with him, and Thor was off world). The defenses were left to Frigg, Kate Bishop, and Peter Parker (none of which wanted the responsibility of handling the situation called in by S.H.I.E.L.D., however with everyone gone there was little choice). With little time to call for more experienced Avengers, the three Young Avengers took it to the skies. Frigg teleported them into the middle of an all-out war between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Skrull fugitives. Frigg shuddered at the image of Kate nearly plummeting to her death from the Heli-Carrier, and she would have too if she didn’t catch her quick enough. Peter wasn’t doing his best in the skies. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were dropping like flies, and they were outnumbered. She was overwhelmed with fugitives, and she thought herself to be a powerful witch; at the same time, she was the only one on the side of S.H.I.E.L.D. at had magic abilities, everyone else was more scientific or brute.

They were extremely uncoordinated. Kate, Peter, and Frigg don’t always work together and when they do it’s a chore for some reason. She feels like they don’t listen to her when she needs them to do something, and they didn’t. Frigg was frustrated with being ignored, maybe they could’ve succeeded had the two other Young Avengers listened! She felt like she was the only one defending the Heli-Carrier. They were lucky to walk away from that alive…

She knocked on the door to the freezer. “It’s just me, wanted to check in on you.” Her voice was soft and melancholy. “And let you out.”

“Come in.” Loki’s muffled voice was heard.

Frigg turned the heavy lock and pulled the door open. “You’re looking better than the other day.” She slowly placed her horned helm back on her head.

“And you look like you’ve had a rough day.” Loki rubbed his hands together.

Frigg nodded. “Well, I can’t wait to tell you about it some other time.” She rubbed the palm of her hand. “If you’re feeling all right, I’d like to take you to the training grounds and train for something a little more real. I mean, I know you really don’t have to, you’ve got plenty of years on me for that sort of thing, and you don’t even have to do that today. You’re just getting out of recovery and all.” She rambled.

“Slow down.” Loki chuckled. “Let’s just go back upstairs and do something that these mortals consider normal.” He suggested.

Frigg nodded. “Right, right. If that’s the case, I’ll just watch TV until I pass out.” She shrugged her shoulders and stepped away from the door.

Loki stepped out of the freezer and closed the large door behind him. “It was kind of you to have Stark make this for us.”

“Correction: I made it with his permission and resources. He put in the bare minimum.” She pointed finger guns at Loki. “That TV isn’t going to watch itself.”

“So, what exactly happened today.” Loki followed Frigg toward the elevator.

She widened her eyes on fear and cleared her throat. “I may or may not have almost gotten myself and two Young Avengers killed.” She slipped into the elevator and repeatedly slammed her fist against the ‘close doors’ button.

Loki stood dumbfounded for a moment and only reacted when the doors started to close without him in the elevator. “You did what?”

“I’m not a good leader. Or maybe I am and everyone else is bad at listening.” She said.

“This is what these mortals call a ‘Training Ground’?” Loki stared at the back of Frigg’s head in disbelief. “This is just a very large, closed in space. Above us is nothing more than a place for an audience. Is this a joke?” He asked.

Frigg shook her head and looked up at the plexiglass that Loki was referring to. “That’s the control room. An audience may be up there but for the most part, that room is to control what you see down here. This is the mortal equivalent of the Mutant Danger Room—same concept, endless possibilities of threats and scenarios to handle, displayed by drones with illusion tech and real impact. So, I do recommend not getting hit, it will hurt. It’s an in-door training ground and it’s used for individuals like us—magic, powerful, those who are considered to be too dangerous to train outside. Captain America and similar mortals have the luxury of outdoor training; however, I don’t believe that type of training it as enriching. What are you fighting out there anyway? A stick with a mans face taped to it. In here you have virtually any- and everything.” She placed her hands on her hips and walked toward the far end of the in-door training grounds. “What would you like to face?”

“I can pick anything?” Loki asked.

“In simple words, because clearly that’s what you need, anything is game.” She stood in front of the elevator that was just barely noticeable because the door panels did not match with the panels of the wall surrounding it. “From Thanos to myself, or even you. You could pick your very own father as a threat to handle. The choice is yours unless you want me to pick your challenge for you.” The doors behind her opened up and she took one large step into the elevator.

Loki crossed his arms. “Give me my attack on New York.”

Frigg nodded as the elevator doors closed. “Good luck.”

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Late (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: When Bucky overhears you telling Natasha about your period being late he immediately knows what this could mean. To ease your mind until you know for sure he tries to subtly show you that he’d be there to care for a potential child. You find yourself surprisingly happy about this possibility. (Female Reader) Word Count: 4,986 Warnings: Mild Pregnancy Scares, Talk of Menstruation, Baby Fever, No Y/N, Petnames (Doll, Sweetheart) Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54538210 A/N: Also, quick question, would anyone be interested in a smut fiction with Bucky, containing choking?

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"I’m really late.”

“How late?”

“My period should have started about seven days ago. I’ve never been this late, normally I’m almost always on time.”

“That really is pretty late.” Natasha mused and turned to face you as you stood next to her on Clint’s porch, overlooking the rainy fields. You were all visiting the Bartons after Clint had gotten injured on a mission, leaving him with a broken femur and you all coming over to try to make the house easier for him to get around with his injury. “Have you talked to Bucky, yet?”

You quieted down for a second, opting to turn back toward the rain rather than look at Natasha’s face, knowing that she would urge you to talk to your partner about this. And you knew that even with such an intimate topic you could always talk to Bucky. Menstruation wasn’t a taboo subject in your relationship, so when you were on your period Bucky was aware of it and when you needed him to comfort you or run to the store to get you supplies he was quick to do so.

The two of you had also talked about the possibility of having children before and you had both agreed that one day you would love to have some of your own but that this day was still in the future. So, you knew he wanted children one day and after being with him for years you also knew that he wouldn’t react negatively to all of this. But you didn’t want to worry him because you thought that your period was late for a whole different reason.

“I was so stressed and busy lately. I even calculated when I should have ovulated and at the time we were flying around the world, trying to take down that crime syndicate.” You explained, not meeting her eyes just yet. “I’m sure it’s just the stress that delayed my ovulation and with that also my period.”

“But have you talked to Bucky about it, yet?”

“Not yet. As I said I’m pretty sure it’s just the stress I’ve been under, so it’s probably not a serious issue and I don’t want to worry him with it. I know that everyone immediately assumes that a late period means someone is pregnant, so I don’t want him jumping to conclusions when it might just be from the stress and will probably resolve itself.” You explained before turning to her. “Can we talk about something else? If I don’t get my period within the next week, I’ll talk to him, alright? But for now, let’s please change the subject.”

“Alright.” Natasha nodded and thought for a second. “How was your date night?”

Before you could answer you heard the screen door open and turned to find Bucky stepping onto the porch. Your eyes locked with his and you smiled brightly, making his face light up as you walked up to embrace him. He pulled you to his side and pressed a kiss to your head.

“Where have you been all day?”

“All around the house really, talking to Steve and Sam, helping Laura and everyone else move things around to make it easier for Clint to get around with his cast on.” Bucky said nonchalantly, leaning over to press his lips to your cheek. “I heard you talking about our date night.”

You looked up at him, worry rising in you for the flash of a second, concerned that he’d heard the previous topic of conversation. But you quickly overplayed your concerns with a bright smile as you nodded and went on to tell Natasha about the museum you’d been to where they were currently showing an exhibition about Captain America. When you started talking about how many children had been there Bucky piped up.

“Sweetheart, do you remember that young girl who recognised me as the man from one of the photos?”

You nodded quickly and turned to Natasha with a bright smile. “He was in the historical photos there and a little girl, no older than maybe five or six years old, recognised him. She was too shy to talk to him at first but we saw her pulling at her father’s sleeve and pointing Bucky out to him.”

“How cute!” Natasha smiled and looked back at Bucky. “Did you go talk to her?”

“He did.” You answered for your partner, a warm smile on your face. “He went up to her and asked her if she could point him to the display of the shields. It was such a good idea because it meant she could be the one to help Bucky.”

“That was exactly why I did it and it did the trick. It put her in charge of the situation and she pointed me to the shields. She tagged along with us as we went there, chatting away with me about how she’d read books about me and Steve, how she wanted to be just like us when she grew up and asking me all sorts of questions. “

Natasha smiled at that, putting her hands on her hips. “Sure you don’t want to switch professions and work in childcare, Buck?”

“No, I’m quite fond of the whole superhero business.” Bucky chuckled and then nodded his head toward you. “I’m also more fond of the idea of having my own children.”

Natasha shot you a pointed look but you remained quiet and simply leaned back into his side, changing the subject of the conversation to an elderly lady who had also approached Bucky after recognising him at the exhibition. Bucky’s hand tensed on your arm for the fraction of a second but before you could even look up he was already talking to Natasha again.

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It took another hour for the rain to lighten but as soon as it did Clint’s children were outside in the garden, Cooper getting on the tyre swing and pulling out his book, Lila going back to practising her archery which the rain had interrupted her at and Nathaniel running to get his soccer ball to play with. That’s when you heard Clint calling out to all of you, asking for someone to help him get outside onto the porch. Natasha was quick to rush inside to help him while you and Bucky kept an eye on the children.

“Come on, Lila!” Nathaniel complained from down on the field as he approached his sister who put her bow down to look at him. “Why won’t you play with me?”

“I want to practice my archery, Nat.”

Nathanial groaned in annoyance before walking over to his brother. “What about you? Can we play soccer?”

“I just want to finish the chapter first.”

The boy crossed his arms and hung his head in disappointment, kicking his ball to the side and slumping down on a nearby log. You were about to go down into the garden, to try and mediate, comfort Nathaniel or offer to play soccer with him when you felt Bucky’s arm slip off your shoulder. When you turned your head to look at him you saw him giving you a small glance before walking down into the garden, waving at Nathaniel.

“I’ll play with you!”

“Really?” Nathaniel looked up, a smile immediately spreading on his face as he watched Bucky come up to him. “Thank you, Mister Barnes!”

Bucky smiled at his excitement, picking up the ball on the way. “Call me Bucky, alright?”

“Alright!” Nathaniel nodded and then moved across the field, waving Bucky after him. “You be the goalie, alright?”

“Sure, but go easy on me. I’m not a professional soccer player.”

“But you’re a superhero!”

You watched a genuine soft smile spread across Bucky’s face. “Do you think we defeat bad guys by challenging them to a game of soccer?”

Nathaniel shrugged and then grinned up at Bucky. “Have you ever tried?”

“Actually, no. I might have to give your idea a try, buddy.”

Crossing your arms over your chest you watched Bucky play soccer with Nathaniel, a soft smile spreading across your face and a warm feeling engulfing your heart. You still thought that stress was the reason for your late period but you knew that even if you were expecting Bucky would make a great father -- but then again, you had always known that. Nathaniel kept scoring goals and though you could tell that Bucky was letting the ball go in on purpose from time to time, sometimes he looked genuinly surprised at the boy’s aim. Sighing softly, you leaned against one of the wooden support beams of the porch while Natasha helped Clint sit down on a nearby chair and you watched Bucky cheer Nathaniel on.

“Sure you don’t want to talk to him?”

You winced in surprise when Natasha’s voice sounded off just beside your ear and you turned your head to find her standing right next to you. Sighing softly, you shook your head and leaned back against the beam, turning to continue watching Bucky and Nathaniel play.

“I’ll wait a couple more days but I will eventually talk to him about it.” You promised, keeping your voice down so Clint wouldn’t hear your conversation. “But I know that I have nothing to worry about. Even if I were pregnant, I think Bucky would make a great father.”

“Definitely.” Natasha said, her smile evident in her voice as she whispered back to you. “If you want to wait a few more days, do so. But you have nothing to worry about. He’s a good guy and he will stand by you no matter what happens.”

“I never doubted that.”

A clap of thunder made everyone look up at the sky and Clint called out to the children to come back inside. They didn’t have to be told twice. Lila started packing up her things while Cooper got off the swing to head for the porch. Nathaniel clutched the ball to his chest as he looked up at the sky in fear but Bucky was quick to react, crouching down next to him and holding out his metal arm to him.

“Hold on and I’ll carry you inside. We’ll be super fast, I promise.”

Nathaniel turned to look at Bucky and at another encouraging nod from the man he grabbed onto the metal arm’s biceps, holding on tightly as your partner stood up, lifting the boy off the ground and leaving him dangling from the arm. While they set out for the porch, you could hear Nathaniel laughing as he swung back and forth on Bucky’s arm, his hands clasped tightly around his biceps. What stood out to you was the fact that Bucky’s eyes kept flicking over to yours, almost as if to see whether or not you were looking at him. But you couldn’t really think about that observation because you found yourself distracted by a strange sense of longing settling in your chest.

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It was two days later that you two found yourself in a furniture store, looking for a new dresser and despite your period still being late, you were no longer focused on the worry you felt about that and more thinking about the longing you had felt when watching Bucky play with Nathaniel two days prior. It made you wonder if having a child with Bucky was something that you might want sooner rather than later.

“I cannot believe we broke your dresser.”

You shushed Bucky, heat rising to your cheeks as you remembered how exactly the dresser had broken and how much teasing you had already had to endure from your fellow Avengers. “Will you keep it down?”

“You didn’t tell me that last night.” Bucky grinned and wrapped an arm around your shoulders when he saw you roll your eyes, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “But then again, that is part of the reason why we’re here.”

Once more you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but chuckle as you leaned into him. “Just remind me that we’re only here for a dresser when I will inevitably find twenty other things that might come in handy. I need you to be the voice of reason here and tell me I don’t need every little thing I see.”

Bucky chuckled at that and threw you a playfully wary glance. “I don’t know if I can turn down any of your wishes, Doll.”

The two of you kept walking until you came to the department for children’s furniture beyond which you knew lay the department for regular bedrooms. As you walked past the displays of cribs and bunk beds, the walls behind them decorated in images of stars with stuffed animals and mobiles all around, you felt a strange longing return. You cuddled closer against Bucky’s side, making him turn to you but you didn’t see his facial expression because you kept looking around. He was quiet for a few seconds before he leaned over to press a kiss to your head.

“When we have a kid one day, what theme would you choose for their nursery?”

You blinked in surprise at his question, noticing how the longing feeling lightened just the smallest amount at the first word of the sentence and you couldn’t stop yourself from asking the first thing that came to your mind. “When?”

“We spoke about having children one day. Is it a surprise that I use ‘when’ instead of ‘if’?” Bucky gave you a comforting smile. “So tell me, what theme would you choose for our future child?”

“The space theme.” You smiled softly, looking back at the displays. “Imagine our baby sleeping under those glow-in-the-dark stars or under a mobile of the planets. It would also fit so well because our first proper date was to an exhibition about space travel.”

Bucky’s smile was clear in his voice when he spoke up. “I like that idea a lot.”

You leaned closer to him again and his hand came up to squeeze your shoulder lovingly as you two started walking again. But your peace was interrupted when you rounded the corner to find a couple fighting over what sounded like the choice of a crib, making you stop in your tracks. Against your better judgment, you spoke up, directing their attention to you and Bucky.

“What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

The blond woman rolled her eyes and nodded to the redhead next to her. “My wife here thinks we should get the crib with the wooden frame but it’s much more expensive than the metal frame one.”

“Yes, I know that but I think a crib is not the piece of furniture to cut costs at.” The redhead crossed her arms and shook her head. “Our baby is going to sleep in that bed every night. If you want to cut costs anywhere why not on something like the dresser? If that’s a bit cheaper it won’t be as bad!”

“Would you like an outsider’s opinion on it?”

Both women turned to look at Bucky who took his arm off you to approach the two and they gave him a shrug, agreeing in almost perfect unison that someone else’s opinion might be helpful for their situation. You watched with an interested expression as Bucky smiled and inspected the cribs for a few minutes, reading their descriptions and taking a closer look at them before he turned to the two women again.

“I wouldn’t get either of these.”

“Why not?”

Bucky glanced at you as he spoke up again, once again seemingly making sure that you were paying attention before he said anything. “The one with the metal frame may be an inexpensive one but the mattress that comes with it is not tight fitting enough and that’s a safety hazard for the baby.”

The blonde woman quickly distanced herself from the metal frame crib to examine the wooden one once more. “Why can’t we choose the wooden framed one? The mattress fits better than the one in the other crib.”

“It does but it has those cloud-shaped cutouts on the headboard. The baby’s head or limbs could get caught in it and that’s a safety hazard, too.”

“I totally forgot about that. We even looked up crib safety before coming here and I forgot.” The redhead mumbled and sighed, turning to her wife. “And I’m sorry for going off at you like that. I’ve been so stressed lately.”

“I get it, I wasn’t any better. It’s all forgotten, don’t worry.” The blonde sighed and took her wife’s hand into hers before turning to Bucky. “Got any recommendations on what crib to buy?”

Bucky smiled and nodded toward a crib a few metres away. “I’d get this one. I know that it’s a bit more expensive than the other two but it is convertible, so it can be turned into a toddler bed. It will last you two much longer, so I’d say it’s worth the price.”

“It would look great with the changing table we picked out.”

“It would.” The redhead agreed to her wife before smiling at Bucky. “Thanks for the help, we really appreciate it.”

The blonde nodded before turning to smile at you. “You got yourself a very knowledgable baby daddy there. He’s a keeper.”

Bucky smirked proudly as he turned back at you, watching you come over to embrace his arm and look back at the two women. You didn’t correct the first statement and you didn’t even question why as you answered. “He really is a keeper.”

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After buying a new dresser the two of you had decided to get lunch together and take a walk around the park afterwards. Your hand was in his as you walked down the walkways, passing by the other people in the park until you heard something that made you stop dead in your tracks. Someone was crying and it sounded like a child. Bucky seemed to have also heard it because he looked around for the source of it before his eyes stilled on a spot next to a large patch of shrubbery. You followed his gaze and found a young girl, no older than four years old sitting on the ground, legs drawn up to her chest and face buried in her arms as she hugged her knees. Before Bucky could react you were approaching her, calling out to her so you wouldn’t startle her as you came close.

“Are you alright?”

“I want my Daddy.” The girl sobbed brokenly but she looked up at you and only then could you see the bloody scrapes on her knees. “I-- I saw a kitty and went after it and-- and I got lost and I fell and my knees hurt real bad!”

You felt concern and pity wash over you at seeing the girl so distraught and hearing that she was lost, so you knelt down next to her. “How about my friend and I help you find your way back to your family?”

“You would? But-- But I don’t know where to look and-- and my knees hurt.”

“Let me check to see if I got some bandaids in my purse.” You said softly and began rummaging through your purse as Bucky crouched down next to you. When you found your small first aid kit you held it up triumphantly. “Look at that, we can patch you up and find your family, alright?”

She was still crying but she let you put bandaids on her knees after spraying some wound disinfectant spray on them. The sting of the spray made her cry even harder but when Bucky let her hold his hand, she calmed down a little. You ignored how he was once more eyeing you as you helped the girl.

“You did so well. You were really brave.” You smiled at her before sitting back on your haunches and introducing yourself by name. “And what’s your name?”

“Penny.”

“It’s nice to meet you Penny.” Bucky said softly, smiling at her. “I’m Bucky.”

Penny wiped her eyes and when you got up, offering her a hand to help her stand she accepted it. Once on her feet, she kept her hand firmly in yours as you surveyed the area, hoping to find someone who looked like they were searching for her.

“What is the last thing you remember? Were you at a playground or a picnic area? Do you remember anything like that maybe?”

“We were at a fountain.” Penny mused, her index finger on her chin as she thought. “We were taking a break.”

Bucky looked back at you with a smile. “I know where they might be. There’s a big water fountain not far from here. We should start there.”

Penny looked up at you before pulling at your hand. “Can you carry me, pretty please? My knees really hurt.”

“Of course.” You smiled and bent down to pick her up, letting her wrap her arms around you as you set out with Bucky leading the way. “Let’s get you back to your Daddy.”

The three of you walked for about ten minutes, with Penny telling you all about her day and you listening intently, only interrupting her to ask questions to keep her talking. Bucky kept glancing back at you, a soft smile on his face. When you came to the fountain you were immediately greeted by a panicked-looking man that Penny quickly reached out to.

“You found her! Thank you so much!” He exclaimed as he took her into his arms and held her close. “I looked away for five seconds to talk to my wife and when I turned back Penny was gone.”

“I saw a kitty, Daddy.” Penny explained before pointing at her knees. “And I fell and hurt myself. But the nice couple helped me and gave me bandaids.”

“Again, thank you so much.” Her father said with a smile. “I hope you didn’t have to search for us for too long.”

“Not at all. Penny was really smart and told us you were at a fountain.” You explained, taking Bucky’s hand and nodding to him. “And Bucky knew where the fountain was so it was no trouble finding you.”

“But even if it had been, we wouldn’t have minded. There’s no need to thank us.” Bucky explained, squeezing your hand and smiling at the man. “We’ll be on our way then.”

“Have a good rest of your day. And again thank you.”

Penny smiled at the two of you, waving from her father’s arms. “Bye-bye!”

You two waved back at her, said your goodbyes and then left to head back to the car. On the way, your hand migrated from Bucky’s hand to hold onto his biceps. Your head leaned against his shoulder and he turned his head to look at you with a small smile.

“You would be a great mother.”

The longing was back and by now you knew exactly what it meant. And you wondered if he felt the same, given how many references to having children he’d made during the past few days, from speaking about it to Natasha to asking about potential nursery themes with you to flat-out telling you you would be a great mother. The glances he kept sending your way whenever either of you interacted with a child or talked about anything that had to do with child-rearing made you question if he was doing all this on purpose.

“You think so?”

“Definitely.” He said and then looked back ahead, a gentle smile spreading across his features. “I cannot wait to have a family with you one day.”

You decided to keep the fact that there was a slim chance that day might come sooner rather than later to yourself for the time being, opting to wait a few more days. Yet, you suspected that you wouldn’t even have to tell him about your worries because by now you were sure that he’d heard all you had said to Natasha. It seemed that Bucky was trying to show you that he’d be ready to raise a child with you. And you were surprised at how happy you were about that slim chance that you might have been pregnant.

“I can’t wait, either.”

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“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing.”

Bucky looked up from where he was putting away the dishes, giving you a confused look. You just leaned against the counter next to him, giving him a warm and thankful smile because now you not only knew what he had been doing but you also had an inkling as to why he’d been doing it.

“What do you mean, Doll?”

“Showing me how good you are with kids, how well prepared you would be for raising a child, talking about how much you want to have a child with me, telling me that I’d be a great mother and always making sure I saw how good you were at everything to do with childcare.” You explained softly, reaching out to take his hand into yours. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“You overheard me talking to Natasha two days ago, didn’t you?”

“How you talked to her about your period being late?” He asked and when you nodded, so did he. “Yes, I overheard it before I came outside.”

“And I assume you thought it meant I might be pregnant.” When he nodded, you gave him a soft smile. “Did you do all of that to show me that you’d be ready to raise a child with me should I be pregnant?”

Bucky nodded and turned to face you fully now, moving so he could take both your hands into his. “I want you to know that should you ever have the suspicion that you’re pregnant you can talk to me and that I’d be willing to step up to be a father in an instant.”

“I love you so much, Bucky.” You said and pressed a small kiss to his cheek before drawing back again. “But we won’t need to worry about that for now. I got my period just after I got out of the shower, so I’m definitely not pregnant.”

Saying it out loud made you feel almost sad or disappointed but you tried your best to overplay these feelings. But Bucky was a very observant person, especially when it came to your emotions, and the frown on his face showed that he’d realised that you weren’t all too happy at the moment.

“Are you happy about it?”

“It would have definitely been a big change and a very sudden, unplanned one at that.”

“That’s not what I asked, Sweetheart. Are you happy about it?”

You swallowed at his question and shook your head. “Not completely, no. I’m obviously happy that nothing unplanned has happened because I know that it-- it would have been a big and sudden change. But these past few days I’ve seen how prepared you truly are for a child and how good you are with children and-- and you got called my baby daddy and you kept talking about how much you were looking forward to us having children. I really started liking the idea of having a child with you, James.”

“Come here, Sweetheart.” Bucky whispered as he heard the sadness in your voice and immediately drew you into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You protested through the tears in your voice but you held on to him nonetheless. “I just got so-- so excited about possibly being pregnant but I knew from the start that it was likely not the reason why my period was late.”

“Yes, I heard you talk to Natasha about that, too.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that I felt so excited, so happy and so ready for it.”

Bucky gently drew back from you, mustering your face for a few seconds before he spoke up again. “You feel ready to have a baby?”

“Yes.” You nodded after a small pause before you looked up at him again. “But if you’re not ready then please don’t feel forced to do anything you don’t want to just to make me happy. I can wait, I promise.”

“Doll, what about the things I did and said in the last days makes you think I’m not also more than ready to have a child with you?”

“You want to try for a child?”

“I think we should try for a baby if we’re both ready.”

“I like that idea.”

You squeaked in surprise when Bucky all but hoisted you onto the counter behind you, capturing your lips in a kiss as he got between your legs to get closer to your body. The kiss deepened as he tipped you back and pulled you closer, and when he pulled back you gave him a breathless laugh.

“For the record, I didn’t ask you to impregnate me right this instant.”

“Then I think some signals got mixed there.” Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head. “But if we’re going to try, what’s stopping us from starting now?”

“For one, I’m on my period right now.”

Bucky leaned over to gently kiss your jaw. “If you’re uncomfortable with sleeping with me right now then obviously we’re not going to and I respect that. But if you’re worried that I’ll be uncomfortable, let me just tell you that a little blood doesn’t scare me.”

“I think we can wait a few more days to start trying.” You chuckled softly, running your hand up and down his neck. “There’s no need to be in such a hurry.”

“Of course, Doll. Whatever you want.” Bucky said and drew back to give you a warm smile. “I guess I’m simply excited to start a family with you.”

“I am excited to start a family with you, too.”

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