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Not Quite 'Just Fine'

« Advent Day 1: “I thought you were ‘just fine’?” »

« Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader »

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“This sucks.” Came the quiet annoyed grumble of your girlfriend, who had been sitting with her knees tucked up to her chest, her head resting atop them.

Ross was currently on the warpath and had demanded the entire team be pulled into a meeting to lectured on why it was important they keep their operations within the strict protocols set by one of the many accords the government had put into place.

“He’ll be done soon.” You murmured in response as you reached underneath the table to rest your hand on her thigh, “You know how he is when he gets in a mood.”

You both knew all too well how Ross could get but you couldn’t help but feel especially bad for your girlfriend considering that she wasn’t exactly feeling 100% at the moment. The pair of you had only just gotten back from a joint 3 day long mission up in the chilly forests of Siberia. Everything had gone great and smoothly… well except for that fact Natasha had insisted on giving you her thick coat after finding out you’d forgotten yours.

Her thin suit had done little to stave off the harsh chill biting in the air and you’d noticed her shivering throughout the night - even after the pair of you had shared long warm shower together. But when you’d pulled another blanket over her asked if she was okay, Natasha had assured you she was fine.

But now you really weren’t so sure. As Ross continued his lecture, Natasha's shivers grew more pronounced, her tired eyes blinking heavily as she held up her head with her hands. You slipped your hand beneath her hoodie and discreetly rubbed her back - something you knew she aways liked when she was in need of a little extra loving - but you couldn’t help but bite back a sigh as you felt the warmth radiating from her.

She let out a soft, suppressed yawn, and you couldn't help but smile sympathetically.

"You look like you need some rest," you whispered, your hand still on her back. "Maybe we can convince Ross that we need to file a mission report or something. Slip away for a bit. I think we should get some medicine into you, bring that temperature of your’s down a little.”

“I don’t have a temperature.” Natasha sniffled faintly but nevertheless she still nodded. Just as you were about to propose your excuse, her body tensed, and she let out a series of quick, half-stifled sneezes into her hands, “Oh, gross…” She cringed in disgust.

"Great timing sweetheart," You mumbled with a chuckle, handing her a tissue from your pocket. "Let's get out of here. I'll take care of you, come on.”

Clearing your throat you stood up to address Ross, “Sir, if you’ll excuse us, there’s a lot of paperwork that needs catching up on which otherwise will end up on your desk, so, may we?”

The secretary seemed more than displeased at your interruption however when he rolled his eyes and nodded towards the door when Natasha curled into herself with a raspy sounding cough a few moments later.

You nodded back, before turning your attention back to your girlfriend who looked like she wanted to hide in her hoodie and never return. “Come on Natty.” You whispered, offering out a hand when she stood up and had to dizzily grab the table to stable her balance.

Walking down the corridor, you felt Natasha slip her arm around your waist she leaned on you for support .”I thought you were 'just fine'?" You teased, making her blush a little as she buried her head into your side.

She looked up and shot you a half-hearted glare, her voice hoarse, "Don't push it."

You chuckled, guiding her through the corridors, "Well, I did warn you to keep your coat, but no, you had to be the chivalrous girlfriend.”

Natasha snorted weakly, but the action caused her to splutter into a sharp cough making her whine in response, “Rub it in later, will you? I just want to get under some warm covers right now.”

Finally when you reached her room, she gave you a grateful smile, "Thanks for saving me from Ross though. I needed that.”

"Anytime, Agent Romanoff," you replied, helping her onto the bed, pulling the thick duvet over her and she snuggled down into the sheet, “Now, let's get you comfortable. I'll find some meds and we’ll cuddle up for the rest of the day.”

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips, "You're not too bad at this caring girlfriend sort of thing, y’know.”

You winked, "Years of practice. Now, rest up sweetheart and I'll be right back with that medicine."

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[just-aake]

Come with Me

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: You are forced to work with Secretary Ross to track down Natasha after she violated the Sokovia Accords and disappeared.

Warnings: slight angst, light fluff, contains scenes from Black Widow movie/deleted scenes

Words: 4120

Natasha and Yelena sit across from each other at a table, nursing their drinks after they escaped from Budapest. They had just decided to work together to stop Dreykov and his Red Room.

Natasha smiles at Yelena as she nods towards the open garage with the car. “I saw where he put the keys.”

Without hesitation, Yelena replies, “Top drawer, green cabinet.”

The two tilt their bottles towards each other in cheers, the clinking sound echoing in the quiet night as they both take a sip.

Yelena sets her bottle down and begins to lightly spin it around on its edge before tilting her head in question.

“So, when are we going to lose your friend?” 

Natasha startles at her question, choking slightly on her drink. Coughing, she recovers her composure before replying.

“What friend?”

Yelena raises her eyebrows and points at Natasha accusingly.

“Really? She’s been following us since we left the city. And you’ve been sneaking glances at her ever since we sat down.”

Natasha scoffs and takes another sip, not commenting further on the accusation.

Yelena squints at Natasha’s nonresponse and attempts a different approach.

“Or we can let her follow us as we take on Dreykov and the other Widows in the Red Room.” 

Natasha frowns at that statement and taps her finger against her bottle in thought. On one hand, she is a little nervous to talk with you after what she did, but the alternative is you following her into a dangerous mission that you didn’t sign up for. She already knows which choice she prefers.

Taking a deep breath, she stands from the table and heads toward your direction. Yelena gives her a smug wave before relaxing back into her chair.

Your back was facing her, but Natasha knew you were keeping an eye on her. She pulls out the empty seat next to you and sits down, giving you a flirty smile, “Is this seat taken?”

You don’t respond to her question. Instead, you take a drink, making sure not to look in her direction.

At your silence, Natasha places her arm on the table and rests her head against her hand as she looks at you. Undeterred by your lack of response, she decides to try again.

“So, what brings someone as pretty as you around here?” 

You let out a soft laugh in disbelief at her words, shaking your head, before turning to face her, deciding to play along. “Work trip. I’m looking for someone.”

“Oh?” Natasha places her hand gently on yours, leaning closer. “Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help.” 

In response, you lean in too, bringing your face close to hers until you are looking right into her eyes. 

“Yeah?” Your words whisper against her lips.

You were so close. Natasha could almost feel the gentle brush of your lips against hers, tempting her. She’s about to close the distance between the two of you instinctively like she’s done many times before. But just when her lips were about to touch yours, you move away. 

Your smile falls from your face as you pull your hand from under hers and cross your arms. You glare at Natasha accusingly. 

“Well, I’m looking for my girlfriend who decided to become a global fugitive overnight and suddenly disappear without any warning.” You give her a pointed look. “And a note that just says ‘I’m sorry’ is not enough.”

Natasha winces at your words and looks away guiltily. Back at her old table, she sees that Yelena is now eating from a small pile of snacks in front of her as she waits. Yelena catches her looking at her and raises a thumb up in encouragement as she continues eating, blissfully unaware of the escalating tension.

Natasha takes a peek back at you. You were still glaring at her, waiting for her response. She attempts to ease the tension in the air. 

“You know, I also added a little heart at the end—.”

“Natasha,” you interrupted, giving her a deadpanned look.

Taking a deep breath, she tries to explain.

“Okay, I didn’t want to force you to come with me. It was my choice. I knew what I was doing and the consequences. You shouldn’t have to leave your life behind because of me.”

You huffed at her explanation, annoyed.

“Except you didn’t give me a choice. Instead, I had to track you all the way to Norway, only to find an empty safe house and a car wreck in the middle of a bridge.” 

Natasha widens her eyes at you, impressed at how close you were to finding her. Though, it’s not that surprising since you were the best tracker in Shield. In fact, you were the one who found her location back when she was still an assassin of the Red Room before she was recruited to Shield.

“So you’re working with Ross to arrest me?” Natasha asked cautiously.

You scoff at the suggestion, shaking your head in disbelief.

“No, this wasn’t my choice either. We ended up crossing paths in Norway, and then he forced me to join his little search team.” 

You let out a huff as you pouted dejectedly, “Stupid Accords.”

Letting out a breath of relief, Natasha smiles fondly at you, happy to hear that you didn’t choose to hunt her down.

You push her shoulder when you notice her smiling at you with the usual love and fondness in her eyes. That look never fails to make your heart flutter.

“Stop that, I’m still mad at you.” 

Your reaction just causes Natasha to smile more. You roll your eyes at her, deciding to return your focus to your drink.

The familiar banter helps to lessen the tension as a peaceful silence washes over the two of you. You felt slightly better after hearing Natasha’s explanation, though you’re still unsure if you were going to forgive her so soon. You are both agents, so you understood what Natasha meant, the pressure and dangers that come with this kind of life. 

Still, you remember the pain you felt when you found her things missing from your room, and more importantly, it hurt that she didn’t believe that you would follow her if only she had asked.

You decided to change the subject, breaking the silence with a question. 

“So, who is she?” you nod towards the stranger at Natasha’s old table.

The blonde girl notices you looking in her direction and gives you a sarcastic wave.

“That’s Yelena. She’s…my little sister.”

You snap your head back to Natasha in surprise, checking to see if she was serious. Her face showed no signs of teasing, just a tired look. 

You take the chance to examine her closely. Right away, you can see the exhaustion in her body. She must have had a rough time these past couple of weeks on the run.

You decide to ask her cautiously, “Does she need any help?”

Natasha looks away, catching your underlying question.

“It’s complicated.”

You close your eyes and let out a deep breath, disappointed at her response. The familiar hurt that you felt when she disappeared resurfaces in your chest.

“In other words, you don’t want me involved in this either.”

“That’s not wha—“ 

You stand up, interrupting her and turning to leave.

“You two should probably go. Ross and his team will be here by the morning.”

“Wait!” Natasha grabs your arm, stopping you, as she stands up too. You don’t resist, but you don’t turn around either. 

She pulls you back towards her, hugging you tightly from behind. Her voice whispers sadly against your ear.

“I made a mistake by disappearing on you suddenly like that. And I really am sorry, but this is different.”

Natasha pushes gently against your shoulder, silently asking you to turn around.

You do and you see an earnest expression on her face, pleading you to believe her. 

She holds your hands in between your bodies, keeping you close. Seeing that you were listening, Natasha continues, “It’s not that I don’t want you with me. This is just something that I need to finish, both for Yelena and for myself.”

As you examine her face, you notice the same determination and fierce spirit in her eyes that made you fall for her in the first place. Even though you don’t like the thought of her doing whatever this is without you, you can see how much it means to her. 

Letting out a resigned sigh, you give her a small bittersweet smile in understanding.

“So, a personal mission with your other family?”

Natasha let out a small chuckle at your attempt at teasing.

“Something like that,” she pauses in thought, your words giving her an idea. “Actually, you can help me with one thing. Do you think you can find someone? His name is Alexei Shostakov.” 

Natasha grimaces before explaining, “He is sort of like my dad.” 

You raise your eyebrow at the information before nodding.

“I’ll see what I can find.” 

As you attempt to turn away once more, Natasha gently tugs your hands, bringing you closer to her. She leans her forehead against yours. 

“About me leaving before…,” she whispered shakily. “You understand that it just wouldn’t be fair to tell you to risk your life and come with me.”

Sighing sadly, you gently remove your hands from hers and place them against her chest, pushing her away slightly. 

“That’s the problem.” You give her a sad smile. “You never asked if I would.”

When you see the pained expression on her face, you caress her cheek softly in comfort before placing a small kiss on the corner of her lips.

Pulling away, you sigh resolutely, “Right now, you have your mission and I have mine. Let’s just focus on what we need to get done first.” 

A small cough from the side pulls both of your attention. Yelena waves a set of keys in her hand, giving you a short nod in greeting.

“Time’s up. We have to go, Natasha.”

You give her a brief nod back, dropping your hands from Natasha and stepping away completely. You gesture to Yelena’s clothes.

“I like your vest,” you say sincerely.

Yelena beams at your comment. 

You look back at Natasha and give her a small smile, “Bye, Natasha.”

Natasha watches sadly as you leave until you disappear from her sight. 

Next to her, Yelena nods approvingly in your direction, “I like her.”

Sighing tiredly, Natasha grabs the keys from Yelena, prompting her to yell out in surprise as she trails after her. 

“Wha—Hey, I’m the one who got that.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

There was a comfortable silence between the sisters as Natasha focused on driving. That is until Yelena couldn’t contain her curiosity anymore. 

“So, that girl…” Yelena trails off, glancing at Natasha cautiously, trying to gauge her reaction to the new topic. 

Natasha hummed in response, indicating for her to continue. 

“She seems cool."

“She is.”

“How long have you known her?”

“A long time.”

Yelena's mouth twists in annoyance at Natasha’s bland responses, giving her no additional information. 

At the sudden silence, Natasha glances at Yelena and finds her staring pointedly out the car window, lips pursed in a pout and arms crossed. 

“What?” She questioned, confused at the sudden silent treatment.

“Nothing.”

“Yelena…” 

Yelena throws her hands up in annoyance at Natasha’s pestering.

“We haven’t seen each other in years. Now, it just feels like you are trying to shut me out again.”

Natasha was taken aback by the sudden accusation, unaware that she was causing her such distress. Feeling bad, she nudges Yelena in her arms to get her attention.

“Okay then, what do you want to know?” 

Yelena squints at her suspiciously. 

Natasha sighs at her behavior, before reassuring her. “I’m serious.”

At her words, Yelena turns her body to face Natasha excitedly. 

“How did you two meet?”

The question instantly causes Natasha to chuckle at the memory. Yelena raises an eyebrow at her expectantly.

“She was on the mission with Clint to eliminate me in Budapest,” Natasha says. “The first time we met…she shot me.”

“Really?” Yelena's eyes widened in shock. 

Natasha nods.

“I found out later that she was the one who was able to track me down.”

Yelena snorts in laughter.

“Not like it’s hard.”

Natasha narrows her eyes, slightly offended.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Yelena raises her eyebrows in challenge.

“The tracker she placed on the car?” 

Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Threw it away before we even started driving.”

“And what about the one she sneaked into your jacket when she kissed you?”

Natasha pauses at the information before reaching into her jacket pocket. Sure enough, her fingers brush against a small circular device. She lets out a small curse under her breath before throwing the tracker out of the window. 

“That’s it. No more questions.”

“Wha-no fair!”

Eventually, they reach the designated clearing to see an old helicopter positioned at the center of the field.

“I said we needed a jet,” Natasha calls out to the person in the aircraft.

Rick steps out of the helicopter at her greeting.

“Yeah, you know what you didn’t give me. Time. Or money. I’m not made of jets.”

“I thought you were supposed to be the best,” Yelena says, kicking at the base of the helicopter.

Rick gives Yelena an offended look, shocked speechless.

“How dare you challenge my professionalism!”

“Aww, he’s sensitive. I see why you keep him around,” Yelena teases.

“Where’s the rest?” Natasha interrupts before Rick can quip back. 

Huffing, Rick grabs a bag from the plane and opens it with a small flourish.

“Voila,” he says half-heartedly as Yelena goes to dig through the supplies.

Stepping away, he turns towards Natasha, pulling out a folded piece of paper.

“And for you.” Rick holds it out for her to take.

“What is it?” Natasha questions, grabbing the paper. 

“A message from your favorite person.” Rick grabs another bag from the helicopter and places it on the ground near her with a huff. “Well, second favorite, I’m first of course.”

Natasha rolls her eyes as she steps away. She opens the note to see the familiar strokes of your handwriting. 

Seventh Circle Prison Stay safe ❤️

Natasha’s heart warmed at the last line. You are always caring even when you are supposed to be upset with her. It is one of the many things that she loves about you. 

Yelena appears behind her, peeking over her shoulder at the note. She pretends to gag at words.

“That’s so cheesy. I’m gonna throw up.” 

Laughing, Natasha pushes her head away from her shoulder, folding your note and tucking it safely into her chest pocket. Natasha gathers her gear and supplies and hops into the helicopter.

“Come on, let’s go.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

They did it. They finally destroyed the Red Room. An aircraft lands near Natasha and Yelena, showing the recently freed Widows waiting for the two of them.

Natasha places the antidote serum into Yelena’s hand.

“He had widows implanted all over the world. You should be the one to tell them that it’s over.”

In response, Yelena takes off her vest before extending it to Natasha, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

“Here, since you like it so much.”

Natasha takes the vest with a small laugh and puts it on. When she looks up again, Yelena is giving her a pleading look. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?”

Natasha nods reassuringly, “You guys go. I need to take care of some things.”

At the sound of sirens echoing in the distance, indicating the incoming company, Yelena hops on the plane before turning around to give Natasha a pointed look. 

“You don’t have to do it alone. We may not be able to come with you, but I know someone who is willing to.”

Natasha just gives her a small smile as she closes the door of the plane. She watches Yelena and the others fly away just as the sounds of sirens grow closer.

Not long after, a dozen armored trucks pull up around her, and she is quickly surrounded by Ross and his team, all with weapons pointed her way. 

When Natasha raises both her hands in surrender, she hears a familiar voice call out in the distance.

“Really, Ross, is all this necessary? She’s not even holding a weapon!”

Natasha smiles amusedly as she watches you shove your way past Ross and march in front of his team’s line of fire toward her. When you finally reach her, your arms wrap around her, pulling her into a tight hug. Natasha’s body groans at the impact, but she still brings her arms around you, welcoming your embrace.

You hold her tight, tucking your head against her neck. She smelled like smoke and fire, reminding you of what you had just witnessed moments before. You pull yourself back abruptly, though her hands are still resting on your waist, keeping you close. You slap her shoulder in anger. 

“What part of falling out of the sky without a parachute is staying safe!”

Natasha smirks at your words before defending herself.

“In my defense, I did have a parachute when I jumped.”

You huffed in annoyance before resting your head on her shoulder. You whispered against her neck, “Did you finish?” 

Natasha looks at the debris of the Red Room around her before placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Hands up, Romanoff!” Ross’ voice calls out from a distance behind you.

You let out an exhausted groan against her causing Natasha to laugh lightly at you. 

“Looks like you still need to finish yours,” she whispers against your ear before giving you one last hug.

Reluctantly, you pull away from her as she returns to her previous position with her hands raised. Stepping back, you notice the new piece of clothing on her. Patting at one of the pockets on the vest, you smirked at her.

“Nice vest.”

“Step away, Agent Y/n!” Ross calls out again.

Rolling your eyes, you finally back yourself away as soldiers take your place to cuff Natasha’s hands. Within minutes, her hands are restrained in front of her body, and she is escorted away. 

You watch with your arms crossed as Natasha is ushered into the back of an armored van. She leans her body back against the inside of the car, relaxed and unbothered by her current situation.

The soldiers move to close the door, and at the last moment, Natasha turns her head to look at you before giving you a teasing wink right as the door closes.

You let out an amused huff at her, shaking your head.

“What are you so happy about?” Ross stops next to you. 

You give him a professional smile.

“Nothing, just glad the mission’s over.” 

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“The Red Room, under our radar for all these years.” Ross looks at Natasha from the front of the van through the rearview mirror. “And you took them down. All on your own.”

Natasha’s face and body are relaxed and calm as Ross confronts her about the wreckage.

She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, “Had some help.”

“Who? Agent Y/n?” Ross questioned her. 

Natasha gives him her usual smirk, “I was just being humble. It was all me.”

“You know, it’s strange. Agent Y/n can locate the others quickly enough, but when it’s you, she can’t seem to find a trace.” Ross points out accusingly. 

Natasha subtly brings her hands to the pocket of the vest that you had touched earlier, stealthily pulling out the small lock pick that you had slipped inside. Keeping her hands low, she responds as she begins to pick the cuffs.

“Maybe you’re overworking her. You should try giving her a vacation.”

Ross scoffs in disbelief, focusing on the road in front.

“Caring about someone who arrested you. At least now we can focus our resources and efforts on finding Captain America. Unless you already know where he is?” 

Ross looks up at the mirror when he hears no response. The bench where Natasha was sitting is empty. Shocked, he turned his head behind to see the back doors of the van open, swinging wildly with the movement of the car, and no Black Widow in sight.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Two weeks later, Natasha is meeting with Rick for her new mode of transportation.

“So what’d you get me this time, an upside-down lawnmower?” Natasha teases as she follows him into a field.

Rick looks back at Natasha smugly as he points into the distance.

Natasha stops in shock at the sight, looking between him and the quinjet in disbelief. 

“Go on, say it. I wanna hear it. It would be really good for me to hear it.” 

Natasha nods at him. “I’m impressed.”

Rick nods in acknowledgment.

“Well, of course. Though I did get some extra help with this one.” 

Natasha tilts her head at him in question. The sound of the quinjet’s ramp opening causes her to look back. She sees your familiar figure stroll down the ramp.

“Good luck, mate.”

She feels a pat on her back, pushing her forward, as Rick walks away.

Natasha meets you at the bottom of the ramp. 

“New look?” You reach up and twirl a strand of her new blond hair in your hand. Tilting your head, you give her a soft smile. “I like it.”

Natasha gives you a teasing smirk, “Here to arrest me already?”

Rolling your eyes at her teasing, you slide your hand down her arm and intertwine her hand with yours, pulling her up the ramp into the quinjet.

“You know, you had Ross going mad with your escape. Luckily for you and me, he’s currently preoccupied with the wreckage of the Red Room to send out another manhunt for you.”

“That’s some good news at least,” Natasha says in relief.

You bring her to the control panel. Dropping her hand, you grab a tablet and punch in some codes before turning it to her.

Natasha examines the screen which shows a bunch of different coordinates and a blinking marker. She zooms in on the map curiously.

“What’s this?” 

“I found Steve’s current safe house location. You should probably pick him up first before you head to the Raft for the others.”

Natasha’s head shoots up to look at you, surprised. 

You smile at her expression knowingly. 

“You have a kind heart, Natasha. You are always going to save and protect your family. Both of your family.” You wrap your arms around her in a tight hug, tucking her head against her neck.

“Just promise me you’ll be safe.”

Natasha presses a kiss on your head in promise. “I will.”

You pull yourself back from her embrace, though she still has her arms around you. She searches your eyes nervously.

“Are you leaving?”

You give her a hopeful smile.

“That depends on you.” 

Natasha opens her mouth, but no words come out. A silence falls between the two of you.

Feeling disappointed, you press a soft kiss on her cheek before moving away from her arms. You begin to head towards the exit. Right before you leave, you turn your head over your shoulder to look at her one last time. “Good luck, Natasha.” 

Natasha watches sadly as you go, but then Yelena’s words run through her head, encouraging her. Determined, she chases after you and catches your arm, turning you back around to her.

“Nat–?”

She interrupts you before she loses her nerves.

“This mission is dangerous. I have no idea what’s going to happen. Even if we do succeed, we will be constantly on the run. You won’t be able to go back to the life you had before.”

She stresses the severity of the situation, trying to make you understand what you would be risking. 

Unfazed by her words, you just raise your eyebrows and smile at her expectantly. 

Shaking her head in disbelief, Natasha can’t stop the small smile that appears on her face at your calm expression.

“Knowing all that,” Natasha pauses as she searches your eyes before releasing a nervous breath, “would you still want to come with me?”

Smiling brightly, you grab her vest, pulling her in close. Your lips brush over hers lightly.

“That took you long enough to ask.” You close the small distance, bringing her in for a deep kiss. Her arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer.

Natasha was the one who pulled away first, giving you a smirk, “That wasn’t an answer.” 

Wrapping your arms around her neck, you give her a determined but loving gaze, making sure she sees how serious you are.

“I would follow you anywhere.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: Thank you for reading and for all the nice comments, reblogs, and likes on my previous post. That was really unexpected, but I'm glad that you all enjoyed it.

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[gingiesworld]

Old Flames

Civil War Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Smut. Reader has a penis. Breeding.

Requested by @ginnsbaker

18+ MINORS DNI

"Forever."

"And always."

After the battle at the airport, Vision tried to help get Wanda free from the Raft. Tony could see that the synthezoid was evolving, he was feeling more human with each passing moment. What Tony had never expected was the news he recieved when he arrived at the Raft.

"Wanda Maximoff was broken free last night." Secretary Ross informed him. "You wouldn't have anything to do with it now?"

"No." Tony told him firmly. "As much as I feel horrible with her being here, I wouldn't go back on the Accords."

"The power went down. The cameras were hacked." Secretary Ross stated. "The only person that came to mind with that was you."

"I can assure you. It wasn't me." Tony stated. "You can search the compound and every one of my safe houses but I assure you it wasn't me."

Wanda soon woke up in a dimly lit room, her eyes darting around the room. She wasn't in the restraints she was put in when she was in the Raft. She was just in her suit.

"You know, when I heard your name on the news after the incident. I just couldn't believe you were still alive." She watched as a figure emerged from the doorway.

"Who are you?" She asked, her accent thick.

"I'm hurt that you don't recognise my voice." They spoke, feigning hurt. "After all, you were the one who said always."

"You were dead." Wanda whispered as Y/N chuckled.

"That is what Strucker told you." Y/N stated as they took a seat on the bed beside her. "I was transferred. After they realised our bond. Our relationship, they used it as leverage for their own gain." Wanda remained silent as they spoke. "They told me that you had lost the baby."

"What baby?" Wanda questioned. She remembered their nights spent together, but she was never pregnant.

"They were the ones who told me you were pregnant, and when you miscarried. They told me that you never wanted to see me again." They told her.

"Y/N, you were the only one I ever cared about. Why would I hate you?" Wanda questioned as Y/N shrugged.

"I wanted to have a family with you Wanda." They whispered, they had flicked on the light. Wanda gasped as she saw the once warm blue eyes she fell in love with. "I always did, since we were little."

"Y/N, we're completely different people now." She whispered as they took her hand in theirs. Playing with the many rings on her fingers.

"You will always be the same Wanda to me." They whispered as she shook her head.

"Y/N, we don't know each other anymore." Wanda tried as Y/N shook their head and cupped her cheek.

"You are just a little different." They whispered as their thumb brushed against her bottom lip. "But I bet I remember all of the things that make you squirm." Wanda sighed when they pressed their lips against her own, almost getting lost in the feeling.

"I can't." Wanda whispered as she pulled away.

"You can Wanda." They told her as she shook her head.

"I have Vision." She told them as they smiled at her.

"I understand your powers may be different but it will be ok. This is meant to be. We are meant to be." They told her as they brushed her hair from her face.

"No. Vision has nothing to do with my powers." Wanda whispered as her heart pounded in her chest as Y/N untied her corset. "He is my uh, well I'm not quite sure what we are."

"You're mine Wanda." Y/N told her sternly. "You belong to me, and me alone." Wanda sighed when she felt their lips on her skin as they removed her top. Their hands softly grazing her skin. Remembering the way her skin reacted to their touch.

Wanda moaned as they wrapped their lips around her nipple. Wanda's hand went to the back of their head. Keeping them in place as they continued to suck on the hardened bud.

"Fuck." Wanda moaned lewdly when Y/N's fingers made their way beneath her pants and underwear. Thrusting slowly into her soaked core.

"We have to find her Mr Stark." Vision urged as Tony sighed.

"I have been looking for days Vision." He told him. "I haven't found a single trace of Wanda or the person who broke her out."

"What about Steve?" He questioned as Tony sighed.

"He only got there a couple of days ago. I already questioned him in Siberia." Tony informed him. "He knows nothing of Wanda's whereabouts."

"I don't know what this is that I am feeling Mr Stark but my calculations tell me it's love." Vision told him. "I can feel more with each day that passes."

"I understand that Vision." Tony sighed. "I am looking everywhere."

Y/N was thrusting inside her at a steady pace, the two sharing a kiss before Y/N looked in Wanda's eyes.

"I can't wait to breed you Wanda." They husked out. "Have the family we always talked about."

"Please." Wanda begged as she scratched down their back. "I need it. I need you. All of you."

Y/N grunted as they went faster and harder. Wanda reaching her third orgasm as Y/N reached their own releasing inside of her before they brushed the hair from her face. Watching as she caught her breath.

"I love you Wanda. Forever." They whispered.

"I love you Y/N. Always." She leaned up and kissed their lips lovingly. All of their feelings coming back in full force. The two old flames back together. Burning brighter together than they were when they were apart.

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Let's Talk About That Chapter 8

Psychiatrist!Avenger!fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: The team discusses what to do about Thanos

Word Count: 3.1K

Warning: Mostly angst, but some fluff too!

A/N: Writing through Infinity War has been a hell of a journey and I still have more to do!

"Hello secretary." Steve said to the hologram of secretary Ross as we entered the compound. You held Natasha’s hand with Wanda and Vision behind you.

"You have some nerve coming here." Secretary Ross spoke.

"Looks like you could use some of that right about now." Natasha stated bluntly.

"The world's on fire and you think all's forgiven?" Ross asks Steve.

"I'm not looking for forgiveness and I'm way past asking for permission. Earth just lost her best defender so we're here to fight and if you want to stand in our way then we can fight you too." Steve stated to Ross who turned his attention to Rhodey.

"Aresst them." Ross said.

"Will do." Rhodey pushed the holograms effectively ending the virtual call.

"That sounded like a court marshal." Rhodey stated flatly before smiling. "It's good to see you Cap." Holding out his hand which Cap shook. Then Natasha let go of your hand giving Rhodey a hug.

"Well you guys all look like crap." Rhodey jokes and you let out a chuckle.

"You should have seen the other guys. I got there and they ran with their tails between their legs." You told him a big smile on your face.

"Went all power stone on then didn't you?" You nodded, earning a hair ruffle from Rhodey.

"Of course they were hurting people I care about." You looked back at Wanda and Vision with a smile. "No one gets away with hurting the people I care about."

"I think you guys look great." You hear as you turn your head to the familiar voice of Bruce. Natasha doesn't move, but you do, running up to hug him.

"Missed you big guy. Both of you." You say as he picks you up.

"Missed you little lady."

"Hi Bruce." Natasha speaks and you let go looking back at her. The faintest smile in the corners of her lips.

"Nat." He does a nod of his head.

You run back over to Tasha. "Go." You whisper through your teeth. She shakes her head ever so slightly. "If I did it you can do it. Go." You move behind her and push her. Making her stumble forward, Bruce catching her as you move back next to Wanda and sigh. "Young love...or old...I'm not quite sure anymore with those two." You state to the now red head, last you had seen her Wanda still had brunette hair.

As you glanced back at Natasha and Bruce, a sense of hope flickered within you, a reminder that even amidst chaos and uncertainty, love and connection could endure, serving as a beacon of light in the darkness.

When Vision is taken by Bruce to be examined and Nat talks with Steve, Rhodey, and Sam, Wanda pulls you away into the compound. You trail behind her, relishing in the way her hand feels in yours. You had missed how it felt; almost forgot how it felt actually.

You don't realize it until she opens the door that she's taken you to your office. She looked back at you and gave a small smile as she sat on the couch like she always used to. You walk to your desk, seeing everything as you had left it. Your notebook for Wanda sitting there. You smile, picking it up along with the red pen you always used for her notes, testing the pen to make sure it still works.

You move back over sitting across from her, clicking your pen as you look at her over your glasses.

"Are you happier with her?" Wanda asks, making your throat dry up instantly. It felt hard to swallow, hard to breath.

"Don't make me answer that." You manage to say.

"Why? 'Cause it's true?"

"You know it's not. I love Natasha. Truly I do, but I'm not happier with her. The only thing that makes me happier is knowing she's made me a better person for you if you can ever give me a second chance and if not. I'll settle for her." You tell her flat out, putting your feelings out there. "My heart has always been yours."

"Does she know that?"

"Of course she does. She's not stupid." You respond with a slight bite to your words as you write in your note book.

Feeling a need to lay bare the depth of your feelings, you flipped through the pages of the notebook, searching for a particular entry. As you found the right page, you turned the notebook toward Wanda, revealing a love note you had penned after she returned from Lagos, a moment etched in my memory where she broke down, finding solace in your arms.

The emotions spilled across the page, a raw expression of love, hurt, and comfort. You saw the reflection of those sentiments in Wanda's eyes as tears glistened, capturing the spectrum of her feelings in a poignant dance of colors. The room held a heavy silence, interrupted only by the quiet sobs that reverberated between the two of you, bridging the gap between past and present.

"You took my hurt away...?" Wanda's voice was soft, laced with disbelief and a hint of wonder. You nodded solemnly, feeling the weight of your actions settle heavily on your shoulders.

"I know I said I'd never do it without your permission, but I had to take some of it. I could see it overtaking you. It was bitter and tasted like bile," You explained, a shiver coursing through you at the memory. "You know I don't like eating emotions, especially negative ones."

Wanda nodded in understanding before rising from her seat, crossing the space between you until your knees touched. Her touch was gentle as she cupped your cheek, coaxing you to meet her gaze. You hesitated, but her commanding tone compelled you to look into her deep green eyes, the same eyes you had always found solace in.

"Hey. Look at me," she urged softly, her voice carrying a mixture of warmth and familiarity. You met her gaze, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as your eyes locked.

"I missed the fuck out of you. I was upset with you about that jealous outburst, but you were just a kid still, and I forgot that along the way because you're you and so smart and mature," she confessed, her words washing over you like a soothing balm. You leaned into her touch, finally allowing yourself to relax in her presence.

"I'm sorry for what happened to us two years ago, Y/N," Wanda apologized, her voice laced with genuine remorse. You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her hand in response.

"I'm sorry too, Wanda. If it hadn't been for those stupid accords..."

"We don't know what could have or would have happened, Y/N, and we shouldn't dwell on that. All we can do is move forward and see where that takes us," she reassured you, her words resonating deeply within you.

You nodded in agreement, pulling her into a tight hug, reveling in the familiar warmth of her embrace. As you buried your face in her neck, you breathed in her intoxicating scent of vanilla, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. Opening your eyes, you saw the telltale red aura surrounding her, a manifestation of love and passion that stirred something deep within you. With a smile, you allowed yourself to fully embrace the moment, knowing that your journey forward held endless possibilities.

"Vision and I have a connection through the mind stone, and I do love him just like how I know you love Nat. What you and I had, I will always hold close, but I can't just leave Vision," Wanda's words cut through you like a knife, each syllable piercing deeper into your heart.

You struggled to find a response, your mind reeling with a mix of emotions—heartache, disappointment, and a lingering sense of resignation. Before you could gather your thoughts to form a coherent reply, Tasha's voice interrupted the heavy silence, drawing your attention to the doorway where she stood.

"Figured I'd find you two here. Time for a meeting on what we're going to be doing," Tasha announced, her presence offering a temporary respite from the weight of the conversation.

You stood up at Tasha's words, leaving Wanda behind in the office. Tasha pulled you close, her kiss on your cheek a fleeting reassurance amidst the turmoil brewing inside you. Her whispered question echoed in your ear, and you offered only a small shrug in response as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"We'll talk later, okay?" You assured Tasha, and she simply nodded in understanding as Wanda joined you, her presence feeling like a heavy weight on your shoulders. You didn't pay much attention to her, but you noticed Tasha's subtle glance back at Wanda, a silent warning simmering beneath the surface of her gaze. If looks could kill, Wanda would be dead from whatever Tasha had conveyed in that single glance.

"So we gotta assume they're coming back, right?" Bruce asks, his tone laced with concern as he scans the room for answers.

"And they can clearly find us," Wanda reminds the group, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency.

"We need all hands on deck. Where's Clint?" Bruce inquires, his gaze sweeping the room for any sign of the absent Avenger.

"After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal. It was too tough on their families. They're on house arrest," Nat explains to Bruce, filling him in on the latest developments.

"Who's Scott?" Bruce's confusion is palpable as he seeks clarification.

"Ant-Man," Cap offers, providing the missing link.

"There's an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man?" Bruce's incredulity is evident as he processes the information.

"Look, Thanos has the biggest army in the universe... and he is not gonna stop until he gets..." Bruce's voice trails off, his gaze shifting between Vision and you, hesitating to voice his next words. "Till he gets those stones," he finally concludes, pointing at the two of you.

You feel a surge of anxiety grip you as Bruce's words sink in. Tasha, sensing your unease, moves closer to Bruce, her protective instincts kicking in.

"Well then, we have to protect them," Tasha declares firmly, her eyes darting between Bruce and you, a silent vow of defense.

"No, we have to destroy them," Vision interjects, his tone resolute and unwavering.

You can't help but chuckle at Vision's suggestion, though the humor quickly fades as the gravity of his words settles over you.

"Ha! No. Hell fucking no. I don't plan on dying, or did you forget I said that? I will die without the stone," You retort, your defiance clear to everyone in the room, especially Vision.

"I've given this a great deal of thought, Y/N. I do not say it lightly, but if he does get his hands on these stones... especially yours, he'll be unstoppable," Vision insists, meeting your gaze with a solemn intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You struggle to catch my breath, the weight of Vision's words bearing down on you like a suffocating blanket. Your hand instinctively reaches for your chest, as if seeking reassurance from the stone that rests within you.

"I've thought about the nature of my stone, along with yours and some of the last words you said while we were allies. Knowing what your stone is capable of. We must destroy them and I think if they were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source," Vision explains, his voice tinged with determination as he approaches Wanda.

You rise from your spot, brushing off Tasha's attempt to stop you, and step closer, feeling Wanda's eyes flicker to you before returning to Vision, who gently places his hands on her arms. "Something very similar to their own signature perhaps," he continues, his touch reminiscent of the way you used to hold her, though his hands are much larger than your own. "Its molecular integrity could fail."

"Yeah, and both of you with it," Wanda responds, her gaze shifting between Vision and you. "We aren't having this discussion. It's too high a price to lose both of you," she declares firmly, trying to contain her frustration.

Vision's hands move to Wanda's cheeks, holding her gently, but she steps away from him, her resolve evident. You move closer to her, feeling the tension in the air thickening.

"Y/N, don't," You hear the tremor in her voice, the raw emotion threatening to spill over.

You bite the inside of my cheek, grappling with the gravity of the situation. "Wanda," You address her firmly, reaching out to grasp her shoulder. "If you refuse... I will take Vision's stone out of his head because I know I can, and I will personally crush it, and then my own if that is our last resort," You declare, your tone unyielding. "And I will do it in front of you," You add, squeezing her shoulder for emphasis. "I don't say this lightly because I'd rather not die. I personally think that between the three of us we can take him down, but if you won't do it, I will," You assert, speaking with a deadly seriousness before returning to your spot, your heart heavy with the weight of your words.

"I won't entertain the idea of trading lives," Cap asserts firmly.

"Seventy years ago, you laid down your life to save how many millions of people?" Vision responds, his voice carrying a weight of history. You tune out their exchange, feeling a sense of unease settling over you. You lean forward, pulling Tasha back to you, seeking comfort in her presence. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you settle her between your legs, resting your chin on her shoulder as you gaze at Wanda. Regret and guilt weigh heavy on your heart, and you grip Tasha tighter until she makes a small noise of discomfort. Quickly, you release your hold, whispering an apology.

"Sorry..." You murmur softly, your voice barely audible.

Tasha responds with a gentle pat on your arm, understanding in her touch. "It's okay, Y/N," she whispers back.

As Bruce delves into an explanation about Vision's complex composition, your brows furrow in confusion. "What?" You whisper, turning to Bruce. "How did I not know there's parts of me in him?" You ask, bewildered by the revelation.

"Tony put everything of you that Jarvis collected over the years of your sessions," Bruce explains matter-of-factly.

"Good to know my sessions were private," You mutter sarcastically against Tasha's shoulder.

"You're saying Vision isn't just the stone?" Wanda interjects, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

"I'm saying that if we take out the stone, there is still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts," Bruce elaborates, prompting a moment of contemplative silence.

"What about me?" You inquire, releasing Tasha and standing up once more, your emotions bubbling to the surface. "You told me years ago that this stone is attached. It's wrapped around my lungs and my heart. If we take it out of me..." Your voice cracks, tears spilling down your cheeks. "I will die," You confess, your vulnerability laid bare for all to see.

Bruce places his hands on your shoulders, offering reassurance as you struggle to maintain composure. "I've thought about it a lot over the years, and I was thinking maybe, similar to Tony, we could do an open-heart surgery. Open you up and basically cut away the tendrils that the stone has put around your heart and lungs. Take the stone out and put an arc reactor in its place to keep you going," he suggests, his words hanging heavy in the air.

"D-do you think we can do that?" Tasha's voice quivers with fear and concern.

"Not me. Not here," Bruce replies solemnly, withdrawing his hands as you retreat back to Tasha's embrace.

"Well, you better find someone and somewhere fast," Rhodes interjects, breaking the somber atmosphere with a practical reminder.

"I know somewhere," Cap offers, his voice cutting through the tension with a sense of urgency.

As you holed yourself away in the small room of the Quinjet, facing the wall to hide your tears, the weight of your emotions overwhelmed you. Sobs wracked your body, your throat burning with the effort to contain your grief. In moments like these, you longed for the ability to numb your own emotions, to escape the pain that threatened to consume you.

A knock at the door startled you, and you called out for whoever it was to go away. Despite your plea, the door opened, and you tensed, expecting Tasha's presence. Yet, as the cot beside you shifted, you realized it was someone else. you didn't dare look, even when I felt soft lips press against the back of my shoulder, and tears dampened my shirt.

"I can't lose you," came the whispered confession, confirming your suspicion that it was Wanda behind you.

"Why not? You have Vision," you replied, your voice strained and cracked from crying.

"I do, but I don't want to lose you. You're too important. I meant what I said," Wanda insisted, her arm tightening around you as she pulled you closer.

"It's too high a price," she added, sending a shiver down your spine. You reached out, placing your hand over hers, and then turned to face her, allowing her to pull you into her embrace.

"Come here," You whispered, giving in to the flood of emotions as you cried in her arms. "Wands, I don't want to die... I know we're Avengers, but I'm terrified of death," You confessed, your tears flowing freely as she rubbed your back in a comforting gesture, mirroring the care you had shown her countless times before.

"I won't let that happen. I promise," Wanda whispered soothingly. "Just rest for now. We'll be in Wakanda soon enough, and I don't want you thinking about it anymore."

Looking up at her, you found the courage to ask something you had never asked before, a desperate plea born out of fear and desperation. "Can you take it away? Can you make me forget it?"

Wanda cupped your cheek, her touch gentle yet determined as she searched through your thoughts, sensing the depth of your distress. With a nod, she moved her fingers to your temples, her crimson tendrils reaching out as you closed your eyes, surrendering to her power.

"Shhhh, don't worry anymore, Detka... rest now," were the last words you heard, and you swore you felt her lips brush against yours before sleep claimed you, offering temporary respite from the weight of your fears.

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Interrogations

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Word Count: 4780

Warnings: Mentions of torture. But I think that's about it for this one.

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When Ross's men came into view, Bucky felt her pace slow down. He felt the way her fingers twitched within his hand as her eyes scanned the hall in front of him. It was then that he realized it wasn't that she was nervous, it was how she was counting them without being too obvious. 

He knew her mind was in defense mode. Taking in the details to ensure she'd be able to handle herself if the need arises. In an attempt to distract her, he tapped his fingers against her skin to throw off her numbers. 

The moment she felt the randomized tapping, it caused her head to shoot up and look at him. When she saw the knowing look on his face, she simply shrugged her shoulders as if it had been nothing. 

She understood why he had done it. He wanted her to know that she would be okay there. That there wouldn't be a reason she would need those numbers. But a habit such as that one wasn't easily given up.

When they came up to the door, Bucky went to open it. But the moment his hand reached out a guard reached his hand out to stop him. It caused Bucky to raise a brow as he looked over at the man.

“I'm sorry Sergeant Barnes, but I have an order to only allow her in.” His head tilted towards her. 

“Who gave that order?” Bucky asked as a glare formed on his face. 

“Secretary Ross.” He said with a nod. “The other Avengers are already in the viewing room.”

“They tried going in and waiting?” Bucky asked as he looked over at her. 

“Until Secretary Ross ordered them out.” The guard responded. “I was told to redirect anyone else to the viewing room.” 

Her heart sped up at that moment. Bucky wouldn't be there with her. Part of her hoped he'd be able to sit there in the room. She knew he wouldn't have been able to say anything but, his presence would bring her comfort. 

“You'll be okay.” Bucky’s words prevented her from beginning to spiral. “I'll be waiting for you the moment you walk out this door.”

“If you're not, I'll hold it against you.” She shrugged slightly before she gently let go of his hand and the moment the guard opened the door she stepped into the room. 

Ross had been by the back wall of the room speaking with a guard. Their conversation had been hushed that she hadn't picked up on anything. The moment the door closed behind her, his attention left the guard and zeroed in on her. 

“Y/N.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I was almost certain I'd be forcing you in here.” 

A guard in the corner closest to the door motioned for her to take a seat. She eyed it for a moment before she looked back at Ross. She kept her eyes on him the whole time she walked towards the table and took a seat. 

“We both know that's not really my name.” She said the moment she was seated. 

Ross scoffed. “And Phantom is?” 

“No.” She shook her head. She was surprised how calm her voice had come out. There was no venom in her voice in an attempt to defend herself. She simply answered the question. “I wasn't given the name Phantom until my handler at the time saw the local news calling me that. I had been with Hydra for five years at that point.” 

“I think I'd like to stick to Murderer.” He said as he slid a thick file towards her. “Maybe even a terrorist. The last six months you have been the constant headache I've had to deal with. Almost 200 hundred casualties and a handful of people in critical condition after today's stunt.” 

Quick flashes of memories played in her mind. Death by her hands was not always quick. Some were shot in the head in one quick motion while others had been stabbed and cut in not so pleasant ways. Each of them had come at her with full force. Each face had been there. Each way she had taken their life had been there in her mind. 

Her eyes welled up for a moment before she blinked them back just as quickly. She wouldn't let him of all people see her break down. She refused to let him see her fall apart at the memories she was forced to do. 

“You can call me whatever you want.” Her voice was steady. “Doesn't change the fact I was a pawn in someone else's game.” 

“Is it really someone else's if you went back?” He asked. 

“Forced.” She corrected. “There are very few things in my life that I've done willingly.” 

Ross didn't find it to be funny, but he chuckled slightly. “Do tell what it is you've done on your own free will.” 

“Let's start with me not killing Earth's Mightiest Heroes.” She tilted her head to the side. “Trust me, I had several chances to do so. How about every mission that helped save thousands of people in the process. Or the fact I single handedly took out a Hydra base to ensure my freedom.” 

“And how many of those missions were you playing as a double agent?” He asked as he pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. “How many deaths have you caused under Hydra?” 

“How many deaths are you responsible for under the name of protecting the US?” She asked back without missing a beat. “If everything I've learned is accurate. My number isn't as nearly as bad as yours. Your casualty list consists mostly of people in the wrong place at the wrong time. Civilians caught in the crossfire in your desperate need to bring in Dr. Banner. Shall we discuss what happened with Blonsky? What about the missions you requested the Avengers go on that were strictly on Hydra’s agenda without your knowledge. Even you, Mr. Secretary, are not as clean as you may think.”

His eyebrow raised and a small smirk pulled at the corner of her lips. She hadn't been wrong and he knew that. The details that had been put out into the world by Natasha with the fall of SHIELD was proof enough. 

She watched as he steeled himself. She could see the way he was trying to get this back on track to be in his favor. This wasn't about the things he had done. It was about what she had done and what she knew. 

“My history isn't an act of war to other countries.” He started. “Yours on the other hand has proven several times that having you out in the world is dangerous. The intel you've stolen and used for Hydra adds to it. Every government you've stolen from is putting a price on your head.” 

“What if I told you I never stole it?” She asked as she watched him. “Sure, the first time around I hacked into what I needed to complete my missions. But this time, most of it was handed to me without so much as entering a single keystroke to bypass security mainframes.” 

“And how was it that it was so easily handed to you?” He asked. “It's hard to believe that the intel of a majority of classified documents was just handed to you as if it was nothing. And for an elaborate measure to obtain that technology doesn't come easy as you say it is. ” 

“Tell me something, Ross.” She said as she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest. “Do you vet everyone that works with you?” 

His eyes narrowed for a moment. “That's not what we're discussing.” 

“Isn't it?” She asked. “Your questions are based on what information I can provide on how Hydra has provided Intel for my missions. Your office has had several investigations about security data breaches in the last year.” She hadn't missed the way Ross had stiffened in his seat. She could see in his eyes that what she was saying wasn't new information to him. It wasn't public information either. “What's it like upping the household security for the secrets you know? Or the agents you keep on security detail for your daughter because the simple knowledge of what was breached could put her life in danger?” 

“Don't you dare-” Ross began but she cut him off. 

“Or how about the details of the German technology convoy?” Her voice was a little louder than his. “Your informant in Germany sent over the details. It was a way to ensure the US knew what was being moved and if it would be safe in transport. And what do you know, five hours later they were put into my hands with a mission tied into it. If you want someone to blame, you might want to get Internal Affairs involved. I'm just the puppet.” 

A pin drop could be heard after her voice had left the air. Ross's glare was heavy as he kept his attention on her. Her eyes never left him as she didn't back down. If this had been two years ago, a full smirk would have pulled at the corner of her lips as she spoke to him. But this was an interrogation and the circumstances were now different. 

Her words were enough to even leave the ones behind the window with their jaws hanging. The information she had given was enough to give Ross everything he was asking for with her usual flair. 

A proud smile had been on Bucky's face as he watched the interaction. She hadn't changed at all. Her tactics were the same even when she had just been subjected to plenty of things over the last two years. 

“I just remembered why I would never want to be on the opposite side of the table from her.” Sam said with a shake of his head. 

“It's all that training she's had.” Natasha noted. “And she's had more of it than I did.” 

“More lethal too.” Tony noted. It caused them all to look towards him for a moment. “All I'm saying is none of us have been able to render Ross speechless. There's a staredown happening a few feet from us and the people in this room have never done that before.” 

“You know who it is.” Ross said, stopping their conversation. 

“That's a vague assumption.” She said with a slight tilt of her head. “I know a lot of things and who they pertain to. Your secrets, I definitely know. Your informants throughout different agencies, I know them. Met a few of them as well.” She pursed her lips for a moment. “As an Avenger and with Hydra, for that matter. Do I know who is responsible for hacking into it all? Of course.” Her eyes moved from Ross to the window behind him. “Just like I know my handler has a false identity within your ranks and hasn't raised any red flags, even before the fall of SHIELD.”

Bucky and Steve looked at each other for a moment before Steve was moving away from the window. A silent conversation had been had. She wasn't just giving that information as if it was nothing. That wasn't for Ross. It was for them. 

“Your handler.” Ross clarified. “Who is it?” 

“I want immunity.” She looked back towards him. 

Ross scoffed. “This isn't a negotiation. I doubt you'd see daylight after today.” 

“Shame.” She said with a sigh. “I'm sure I can make some friends in some very low places that would just love to hear what I've learned over the years.” 

“Is that a threat?” He asked as he began standing. “I'll have you locked away-” 

“Where?” She asked as she leaned forward. “Your Raft was deemed inhumane and was dismantled. There's not a jail or prison on this Earth you'd be able to put me in. Solitary confinement might be ideal, but all it's gonna take is for one corrupt guard to ask the right question, for the right price. Execution may be your saving grace, but how do you get all of them to agree to let me walk out of here to start the process for it?” Her head nodded towards the window. 

She watched as Ross actually looked over his shoulder at the window. To her and Ross's knowledge, the whole team had been behind that window watching. The same team who were stubborn enough to go against him on several things at several different times. 

“I'm not the enemy here, Ross.” She continued. “Secrets can be kept for the right people. Having me as an ally is a whole lot better than having to look over your shoulder wondering who might come for that specific piece of information. I am also the only one capable of giving the updated insider information.” 

“So far you've only managed to say you have details but you haven't given anything to show you actually do. Its all been speculation.” 

She knew what Ross was doing. He was trying to turn this back in his favor. He wanted the information without giving her anything in return. She could spill it all and he wouldn't give her anything in return. 

“Immunity. And I'll start with the closest threat that can be dealt with immediately.” 

“Closest threat?” Sam asked as he watched Ross stare her down once more. “Is there something else we aren't aware of?” 

“They can be anywhere.” Bucky responded. “They were here. There could be others near by waiting for the next command.” 

Then a thought crossed his mind. One that made him tense at the thought. He did a quick glance of the people in the room. The whole team had been there, minus Steve as he was checking the new lead. And at the back wall by the door, two guards were posted. They were quietly talking among themselves oblivious to the conversations being had by the team. 

When he brought his attention back to the window, he watched the guards in the room. He watched as some of their hands flexed by their sides. He watched as three particular ones had sweat dewing on their forehead while another looked completely bored. 

Bucky realized she wasn't counting how many guards were present in the event that she needed an escape. She was counting how many faces she knew. 

“The terms of your immunity will be based on what information you provide and if it is accurate.” Ross began and Bucky brought his attention to her. 

He watched as she took in his words for a moment before she nodded her head. “Just to be clear, if the first piece of information I give is accurate, I get immunity?” 

She was being smart about it. She needed to hear him say it. He needed to say it in order for her to accept. 

“Yes.” Ross agreed, annoyed.  

She nodded her head and uncrossed her arms as she braced herself. She knew what would come as soon as she said it. 

Bucky looked towards Natasha and Sam. The moment he had their attention his eyes shifted towards the guards at the door. A simple motion that told them to prepare themselves. It earned brow raises from both of them until they heard her speak. 

“Of the ten guards you came with, six of them are Hydra associates.”

The moment the words filled the air. Three of the guards in the interrogation room moved towards her to attack. A way to silence her if she began speaking about Hydra. She shot up from her seat and began defending herself. 

In the same moment, the viewing room door opened, two other guards came in. The goal was to keep the Avengers from getting to Phantom. But the guards were currently outnumbered and out-powered. It wouldn't be long before they were taken down. 

Back in the interrogation room, she had used the chair to her advantage to knock one of them unconscious. The right amount of force with movement and hitting the guard in the right sport worked in her favor. 

As the two other guards advanced, her hands instinctively went down towards her sides, looking for weapons. But her tactical belts had been removed while she had been out. With a quick shake of her head she braced herself for hand to hand combat until she could steal something from one of them. 

She was trained for this. Not just in the recent months but from years of it being embedded into her mind. Never be weaponless. 

It took only one block from the guard on her left before she had something in her hand. And as her elbow came back and hit the guard square in the face on her right, she knew that all it would take would be to get the right amount of spacing and it'd be over. She'd come out of this untouched. 

In one breath, she had a gun in her hand and within the next breath both of the guards had been on the ground. A routine she could do in her sleep if she ever needed to. The echoes from the gunshots in such an enclosed space didn't phase her at all. 

From the moment she had outed the guards to them lying on the ground, the time had passed quickly. But she hadn't so much as broken a sweat by the time she looked back at Ross. He was currently being protected by the one single guard that wasn't Hydra. 

Pulling the magazine out and clearing the chamber, she placed the gun on the table between her and them. It would have been smarter to keep the gun in hand. But she didn't need Ross to think she was a threat.

“I believe that was enough to grant immunity.” 

Bucky’s voice had startled her. While her body didn't flinch or react in a way anyone else had, she had simply tensed up. She hadn't known he had even come into the room, let alone when. And that seemed to throw her off more. 

“You aren't paying attention.” Her handler said as he circled the sparring room. The barely legal adult currently had been held in a headlock. With the right leverage her neck could easily be snapped. 

She'd only been training with Hydra for a few weeks. Her mind had been reduced to nothing but skills. Yet she was currently being scolded like a child for not paying close attention to the door behind her. 

“If this had been a mission, you would have failed.” He said as he gave a nod. The soldier let her go at the command and took a step back. “You are worth every penny spent and I'll make it so you never forget about all the entry ways.”

The memory had pulled her in that she didn't hear Ross accept the terms of immunity. Nor did she hear the way Bucky had commented about making plans to get the information Ross needed. Her brain didn't even register the voice above them stating Captain Rogers was requesting their presence. 

That name everyone had been calling her for years could be heard a moment later. It was used in an attempt to get her back to the present, not wherever her mind currently was.

“I got her.” Bucky said as he came to stand beside her. He didn't know when her mind pulled her back in or what caused her to. 

Just as he had earlier, he gently reached out and grabbed her hand. And just like earlier he gauged on how she reacted to him doing so. Each step he took in an attempt to bring her out of her mind always revolved around if she reacted in any way. 

If she flinched or instinctively pulled herself out of his hold, he would have stopped and tried a different approach. But when she didn't react negatively, he continued. Just like now, the moment he felt her fingers adjust in a bit before relaxing, he knew he could continue. 

“What memory has you pulled in?” He asked curiously even though he knew she wouldn't answer him. 

He could see it in the way her eyes weren't focused on one thing. They flicked from one spot to another, trying to find a place to settle on. At least until they welled up. An ache filled Bucky’s chest as he watched the first tear fall from her eyes. 

“You don't have to stay in there.” He said as he brought his left hand up to gently run his vibranium fingers along her cheek. He hoped that the cold contrast of the metal would help ease her out. “You're safe with me. I've got you and I'm not going to let you go until you want me to.” 

He tried to think about all of the times she had helped him. His nightmares didn't stop after he had come back from Wakanda. He was safe from ever being pulled back in but the memories that were tied to a majority of his life were unescapable. She was the one that helped him out every time. 

His thumb came up and wiped the tears that had fallen down her cheek. A moment later he watched as her free hand came up and rested on top of his. When his eyes met hers, the vacant look was gone. Her eyes were focused on him. 

“There she is.” He said, giving her a smile. 

“How long was it this time?” She asked softly as she leaned into the vibranium. The cool metal felt comfortable to her. It grounded her in a way she never realized she needed until now. 

“No longer than earlier.” He nodded. “Ross granted your immunity, right before Steve had FRIDAY call us up. Agents even came in and took the bodies.” 

Her head instantly turned to where the bodies had been before she got pulled into her head. The floor had been empty of bodies, but the pools of blood that had gathered had yet to be clean. 

Her bullet. 

But it hadn't been. Not this time. She was trying to prove a point and she did just that. Those bullets were meant for her. She was supposed to be the one on the ground without a heartbeat. 

“How long before Ross wants everything I can provide?” She asked, bringing her attention back to him. 

“We've got enough breathing room, for now.” He sighed as he took a step back from her. “Might be a good thing given that Steve has found something.” He nodded his head towards the exit. 

“Right.” 

It didn't take them long to get up to the conference room. The Avengers had been in there discussing several things from the day. Ross stood in the corner with the remaining trusted guards. From the looks of it, he was simply listening as he occasionally glared at the guards with them. As if gauging if they were really safe from Hydra’s influence.

The moment they stepped into the room, the conversations hadn't stopped. Nor did they make her feel like she was someone who left years ago. It was like she never left or missed a beat. It felt comforting in comparison to what could have possibly happened. 

When they reached the conference table, Wanda instantly pulled her into a hug. The tight embrace had been welcoming in ways she'd never be able to express. And it almost brought tears to both of their eyes. 

Wanda had been her closest friend. She hated how hard it had been to leave that night without so much as saying goodbye to her. Deep down that was why she opened her mind up to Wanda a lot more than she normally would. It was a way to say goodbye without having Wanda try to stop her. 

“Welcome back.” Wanda said, still holding onto her. 

She could only give a smile in response as she pulled away slightly to look at Wanda. Was she really back? Would they just take her in with open arms this time around? They may have decided on things that she wasn't around for.

Steve cleared his throat, getting their attention. “I believe I found what you spoke about. I didn't want to let the others see it until you did.” 

She raised her eyebrow for a moment. “If you know, then why not go for it?” 

“Because being one hundred percent sure is better than going off an assumption.” He nodded his head before he handed her the Stark pad. “I had narrowed it down to a handful. But given the new information there's only two of them that are currently flagged.” 

That was when the conversations around her stopped. That was when the attention was on her. It was the information that she could provide that sparked their curiosity. 

Taking a hold of the device, she looked at the files on screen. Between the two faces, her eyes had instantly gone to the one on the left. The memories were quick, each of them quick and simple. Your next mission…

And when the mission was complete, his smirk would grow before he clapped his hands together. 

“I told my brother he should have invested in you instead of letting the others take control over you. Leaving you under cover like that was a mistake. Getting you back like this, it's been the cherry on top.” 

Bucky hadn't missed the way her grip tightened on the device in her hands. It made him reach out for it and tug at it for her hands to let go of it. He handed it to Steve before he turned back to look at her. 

“The one on the left.” She said after a few deep breaths. “The younger Strucker brother.” 

“Excuse me,” Tony said almost in disbelief. “Strucker? As in the Strucker that had Loki's scepter? The one Ultron killed to send a message?” 

She nodded her head. “Between the two of them, they had a system going. One of them had a heavy hand in things and the other kept a low profile. Changed his name and climbed the ranks as if it was something he had been working for his whole life. He kept all ties severed and you'd never suspect him for anything. With the fall of SHIELD I was handed off to another cell when an experimental cell refused to take charge. I remember being told that an opportunity had been missed with that cell. An asset such as myself would have benefited from the experiments. Instead I was set up for a different mission that would eventually lead to me helping to raid that cell.” 

She tried as best as she could to keep memories from wanting to suck her back into her mind. Flashes and echoes played in her mind but she had been able to keep her focus. And as long as she didn't sit with one memory for too long, she'd be fine. 

“I didn't meet this Strucker until after I had been reprogrammed.” She tried not to look at any of them in the face. She didn't want to see the looks in their eyes as she talked about it. “He had a right hand that would act as my handler when Strucker couldn't be present for mission assignments and debriefs. I never learned his name but I knew his face because he was the first and last face I saw each time I woke up and before I was tossed in a cell. And when the programming was set, he was there. It wasn't long after that I was in D.C. meeting Strucker. 

“He was boastful when I returned from a mission. Never missed an opportunity to mention how his brother had been wrong in refusing me. That if anything were to show his success, it was me and the weapon that we were creating. It'd be his chance to show how much Hydra had truly grown since the fall of SHIELD. To prove that hiding in the shadow until the right time would be worth it.” 

“What was he planning on building?” It was Ross's voice that filled the air. 

“He took the data information his brother had collected along with blood samples from test subjects.” She began as she looked towards Ross. “He also found a way to miniaturize Project Insight. Put the two together and-” 

“You get a weapon that can turn specific people into enhanced weapons.” Steve finished for her.

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F@cking the boss - Harvey Specter x Reader Part 1/2

Summary: After being interviewed for a job offer that was meant for your roommate you meet a fascinating boss who sees right through all of your lies

You sighed as you approached your apartment door, it was painted a dull faded orange that now looked like someone had been smoking in the halls for years, you sorted through the stack of mail you grabbed on your way into the building. All of it was bills or advertisements until you got to a thin envelope, it was addressed to your roommate but it came from a big law firm in Upstate Manhattan. Pearson and Hardman, you had seen their commercials way too many times. Curious you ripped opened the paper envelope, flipping open the folded paper inside seeing an invitation to interview as a new assistant for one of their senior associates. You smirked a bit walking inside as you shut your apartment door and plopped down on the couch, grabbing your bowl of weed from the table smoking it gone before going to your room to find clothes for the interview. See normally you’d never open your roommates mail, but recently she had taken it open herself to open her legs to your boyfriend and get you fired from your shared job, so you felt like you deserved this.

Monday morning

You gulped nervous pushing open the hotel door and walking farther into the conference rooms trying to figure out where the hell this meeting was being held, until you saw the giant sign, ‘PEARSON AND HARDMAN LAW FIRM INTERVIEW NEXT DOOR ON THE RIGHT’. You took a deep breath hoping for it to give you some confidence as you walked through the door looking at all of the other females who were waiting, they all matched the type of your roommate, blonde hair, big boobs, and mini skirts. You felt like you were dressed too professional as you walked up to the desk “excuse me?..is this the interviews for the law firm?” You asked politely to the woman sitting at the desk “yes, yes it is, go down that hallway to the left and you’ll meet with Mr. Specter” she said pointing down a short hallway. You felt like the ground was shaking under your feet as you made your way to the makeshift office that had a well dressed man sitting behind the desk looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Who are you?” He asked tilting his head up towards you like he was better than you in a sense. "My name is Y/n L/n, I'm here for the..assistant position?" You offered as you took a seat in front of him, he watched you closely "Everybody is, darling, what makes you so special?" He asked crossing his arms "I'm determined in my work, I have no boyfriend, no kids, and I'm looking for a good job to get my foot in the door to becoming the best lawyer in New York" You said stubbornly eyeing him in the same manner he was to you, you knew what he was doing, intimidation. "...okay" He said unsure "What do you have experience with?"

Next Monday

You were in complete shock, you were on your way to walk to the law firm when a car had stopped in front of your path, you stopped getting your pepper spray out and ready before the window rolled down revealing Harvey Specter sitting in the back "You think I would let my new secretary walk to work? No Princess, in the car" He demanded as you stuttered rushing to the other door sliding into the seat. "Listen. Today's gonna be alot, Y/n, You'll be meeting my former assistant and who's retiring after today, you'll meet Louis Litt, jackass on a stick, he threatens or tries to flirt you tell me got it?" You nodded "You'll meet Mike Ross, my hired associate, you'll also answer to him partially under my word and he'll answer to you." After Harvey got done briefing you, You were trained by a pregnant woman named Donna, had a meeting with Jessica Pearson, a meeting with Louis Litt, and Mike Ross. Now you were being motioned in by Harvey who was sitting at his desk, his suit jacket sitting on his chair as he watched you, he looked hot as hell, and you knew you were shamelessly checking him out, unknown to you he was doing the same thing.

You took a seat in front of him as he offered you a soft smile "Hey, How's your first day?" He asked raising an eyebrow "I-It's good..I'm enjoying it so far..Louis was very...stern though" You mumbled, he raised his eyebrows "Nothing over the line, right? You're alright?" He asked, "I'm fine, Mr. Specter, I'm a big girl" You stated nervously, you knew you had been lying to Harvey since the interview, you were not qualified to work for Pearson-Hardman and you weren't anything like his past receptionist. "Well, I'm heading out for the night, care for a drink?" He offered standing up, grabbing his jacket and files "U-Um actually, I've gotta get back home" Truth was, you had to meet your dealer to get your next bag of weed. "Great, We'll drink there" He said quickly, you could tell he wasn't going to let go of the topic and Donna did warn you, Harvey liked to get close with his receptionists, they were like brother and sister. You huffed going to grab your coat and bag as Harvey called for the elevator, You followed behind eyeing him up and down any chance you got.

As you entered your apartment you realized your dealer had already been there, there was a bag of pre-rolled's on your coffee table. You were quick to dive for the bag grabbing it as Harvey walked in, watching you in confusion "Hiding something?" He asked raising an eyebrow "N-No" You protested crossing your arms, hiding the bag of joints under your arm. He tilted his head walking closer, if he was anybody different you probably would've pepper sprayed his ass, but he was hot and a damn good lawyer. "You know, Y/n..Wanna know something funny about me?" He asked as he stalked closer to you, you looked him in the eyes as you slowly shuffled back towards the wall keeping the bag tightly tucked in-between your arm and chest. "Hmm?" You asked before bumping into the wall, watching as Harvey took slow, agonizing steps towards you until you felt his breath on your face "I know when people are lying...and I know you're lying about a lot of stuff" He said quietly, not breaking eye contact with you, narrowing your eyes you put a hand on his chest. "I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Specter" You offered raising your eyebrows. He slammed his hand against the wall by your head almost making your knees give out and you fall to the floor, Harvey was huffing and you were trying to even your breathing from how hot he was currently "What're you hiding, Y/n" He asked alot more sternly, your arms dropped in defeat, the bag falling to the floor in between your feet and Harvey's. He smirked kneeling down as he picked up the bag with two fingers dangling it infront of your face. "Nothing was it?" He asked again, his tone was antagonizing, like he was teasing you. "Nothing at all" You proposed as he raised his eyebrows leaning closer before pulling one of your joints out, putting it between his lips, lighting it, all before blowing the smoke into your face. "Seems like a pretty good something to me, you get this from Mike?" He asked, your mouth dropped in shocked "That is Mike!" You gasped as he watched you, placing the joint between your lips he smirked "Inhale" He whispered as you took a hit, you inhaled then exhaled before slowly moving to the couch, Harvey close behind.

Your joint bag was gone, you and Harvey had smoked the entire thing and were now stoned off your asses, laying naked in your bed recovering from the most mind-blowing sex you've ever had. "You just ate an entire bag of pretzels how do you not have cotton mouth?" You asked in disbelief, he just laughed rolling on his back, you could see his bare chest and stomach as the sheet started to fall down around his waist. "I'm Harvey Specter I don't get cotton mouff" He stated before laughing as he made eye contact with you "Mouff? Harvey Specter does too get cotton mouff!" You laughed as you handed him your water bottle looking at him as he took a huge gulp. This was a different side of Harvey, one that laughed, that hugged, that cared.

"Harvey?.." You asked after the two of you stopped laughing "Yes?.." He asked turning towards you, draping a hand over your bare waist "Do you sleep with all of your receptionists?" You asked quietly, you could feel his fingers brushing up and down your side as he looked at you "Do you lie and fuck all of your bosses?" He challenged, you raised your eyebrows slapping his chest "ow! I'm kidding!" He laughed "No...I don't..I'm stoned, but, I know you're a sweet woman, who is already amazing at a job she was never qualified for" He stated, you studied his face, watching his breathing. He was truly the most Handsome man you've ever seen.

"Am I fired?" You asked playing with his hair slowly "No...I like you too much to let you go, and it's hard to find a lady to boss me around while also following my orders" He stated kissing your forehead before you tucked your head against his chest dozing off.

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[whowantslovergirl]

You did what?!

Joey Tribbiani x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: this basically the episode where he proposes to Rachel just with Y/N, Y/N is pregnant from a guy named Dave, pregnancy, and marriage hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

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Summary: Joey proposed to Y/N when she had her baby with a different guy

posted: February 19,2024

“Y/N is in labor! Everyone go go go!” Monica yelled rushing everyone out of the door.

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You were breathing frantically. You can’t believe you’re having a baby. You’re in the waiting room waiting for all of your friends.

“Y/N we really should be going to the delivery room or something what if he just pops out?!” Your ex Dave was also panicking and trying to rush you.

“No I told you we are waiting for my friends!” Then they came. A bunch of ‘hi and heys’ were heard and then you and Dave rushed to the secretary.

“Hi I am about to have a baby so do I have to sign anything or?” You said smiling and very calm which shocked everyone. “Oh one of your friends can sign your papers.”

“Got it!” Joey walked to the front to grab the papers. “Um Joey I think Dave wanted to sign her papers.” Rachel said seeing the look on Dave’s face. “Well snooze you lose Dave.” He said as signing your papers. Joey never liked Dave he thought he didn’t deserve someone like you.

So imagine how mad he was when he found out you were pregnant with his baby.

“Ok this is fun and all but Dave take me to the room I think I can feel an arm crawling out.” With that said Dave put you in a wheelchair and ran to the room.

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After 30 hours and annoying people you finally had your little baby boy.

Everyone came in and said awww.

“Aw look at him!” Monica said while carrying him.

“Oh my god I just want to chop him up and put his parts in my pocket!” Phoebe said not seeing all the scared stares on her. “So what do you guys think on naming him?” Ross asked.

“Well I’m letting Y/N have full control over his name. She’s the one who popped him out anyway!”

“Vincent Joseph L/N”

Everyone just sighed and looked at Joey. Joey looked at everyone and was confused. “What is everyone looking at?”

“Joey um what’s Joey short for?” Chandler asked.

“Joesph Why?”He gasped and you laughed. “Me? Oh my god thank you so much really this means a lot.” You just nodded and grabbed his hand and you guys looked at each other with such love.

After a few minutes everyone started to get uncomfortable. “Alright let’s go!” Phoebe said and everyone rushed out. Leaving you Joey and Dave.

“Well Ima get some flowers I’ll be right back.” Dave said while putting his jacket down on the chair in the room. It fell on the ground and Joey went to go pick it up.

And a ring fell out.

“Hey Joe? Can you help me with getting comfortable? Something’s on my back and I can’t get it.” He turned around and when he was on one knee you see a ring. You were shocked but it felt right to say yes.

“Okay.”

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“You did what?!” Joey just told Chandler what just happened between you and him. “I tried to tell her but her breasts were all out and I-.” He pacing back and forth. He just can’t believe you said yes.

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“He did what?!” You just told Monica that he proposed.

“He proposed!” You say smiling and showing your hand off.

“I really don’t think you should do this- and it’s bigger than mine!” She said grabbing your hand to look at the ring.

“Um Days of our lives thank you very much.” You say wiggling your finger around. She shook her head and let your hand go. “But no you can not marry him!”

Then Rachel and Phoebe walked in. “Perfect! More opinions! Ask them Monica.”

“Joey proposed. Should she marry him?”

“Yes!” They both exclaimed. “She’s already in love with Joey so that step is over.” Phoebe said.

“Yea and they are best friends!” Rachel continued.

“Woah woah I am not in love with Joey!” You said shutting down this allegation. “Yea alright.” Phoebe said sarcastically while rolling her eyes.

You’re not in love with Joey. Are you?

_____

“Man you gotta tell her that it was all a big misunderstanding.” Ross said. Joey is panicking, what if he didn’t want tell you. He would be a better husband than that bum. “Come on Joey.” Chandler said bringing Joey to your room.

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“Alright Joey tell her.” Chandler said while Ross pushed him closer. “Um I- I didn’t propose Dave’s jacket fell and I went to pick it up and a case fell out I opened it, it was a ring then you called me and I turned around and-.”

“What?!” Everyone turned around to see Dave with blue flowers and ‘Its a Boy!’ balloon. He rushed to you and saw your hand. “You said yes?!”

Ohhhh shit.

“Um well you can’t get mad at me I just had a baby!”

Then Dave turned to Joey. “Listen man I know you don’t like me but really?! The woman I have a baby with, that’s- that’s really low.” Then he turned to you. “I thought we could start over Y/n, but it’s whatever marry the guy I couldn’t care less.”

He walked out, then everyone walked out trying to comfort him. Leaving you and Joey. There was awkward silence. You were going to speak but he beat you to it. “Why did you say yes?” You just shrugged. “No, no you do know.”

“I really don’t Joe, I just didn’t want to be alone and if anyone should be my husband it should be you.”

“Is that really the reason Y/n?”

“Noooo I might like you like a little bit.” You say putting ur fingers together slightly. He just chuckled. “I might like you a little too.” He said while going to hug you but you pull him into a kiss instead.

“Oh my god can we come in now?!” You hear Rachel say behind the door. “Come in!”

They all walk in silently asking if something happened and when you nodded everyone cheered.

It finally happened.

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It’s two years later, You and Joey are finally getting married. Dave slowly forgiven Joey but at least he’s okay with it. Vince is two now and he looks exactly like you, even though Joey is not his biological father, Vince still has his humor saying how you doin every chance he gets.

______

“Do you Y/n L/n take Joey Tribbiani as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

Do you Joey Tribbiani take Y/n L/n as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Hell yeah!” He saw the face of the minister and he apologized. “I mean yeah I do.” You chuckled a bit.

“You may kiss your bride.”

And he did and he did well.

Vince and everyone else cheered loudly.

You’re so glad he accidentally proposed.

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[spicywhenspeaking]

here’s a snippet from my upcoming Bucky x Reader one shot

this will contain descriptions of violence and gore as well as sexually explicit material.

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“What do you mean we’re dead?” he asks.

“I mean…you’ve got the wrong girl. We picked up the wrong girl and we are totally fucking dead.” he yelps out breathlessly.

“What? Wrong girl? Fuck off, She’s a Sheild agent. How is she the wrong girl.” he asks.

The man that ran in looks at me wide-eyed, “I mean she’s… she’s Y/N Ross. As in the Secretary of State’s daughter Ross. As in she dati-” POW BOOM

The crash from upstairs sends rubble falling from the ceiling. “We are FUCKED MAN!” he yells again and I’m hoping that the sounds from above are coming from my rescuer. “What is that?” My assailant asks the man by the door. “She’s dating him! The Winter Fucking Soldier! He’s going to fu-” POP the light from his eyes disappears as he slides down the wall, blood dripping from the fresh bullet hole in his temple. “Fuck! Fuck!” The other man calls out, backing away from the other man’s corpse.

A cold laugh escapes from my lips. “You’re dead asshole,” I tell him, and when I look up at the figure filling the doorway my body sags with relief. The man attempts to move behind me and as he takes the knife out of his belt and angles it to my throat a shot rings out and his body falls heavy onto the floor.

James runs to my side and gently cups my face, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Baby,” he says softly. He kneels down next to me and slides the knife carefully against the ropes that bind my wrists. Taking them into his hands the coolness of his metal smooths the ache against my skin. “James, you’re here. You came.”

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#james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #the winter soldier #marvel #bucky fanfic #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #hurt/comfort #author : spicywhenspeaking

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Captain America: Civil War - 3

Summary: The Winter Soldier gets triggered and it's up to Steve, Sam and you to make sure that Bucky doesn't get killed, doesn't kill anyone and doesn't get locked up again.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, slight Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence. Language. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Just to be clear, Bucky x Reader is my endgame, which is why I was so looking forward to get to Civil War because I knew I could get some scenes with Reader and our thicc Civil War Bucky.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

You get to the FBI bunker and get out of the SUV as Bucky’s pod is carried away by a forklift.

You and Steve both look at Bucky and, as Steve looks away, Bucky’s eyes meet yours for a second before he looks away again. All you can think about is how broken he looks, almost ashamed of his current situation.

You walk with Sam, Steve and T’Challa towards Sharon and a short man in a great suit.

“What's gonna happen to him?” You can’t help but ask.

“Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition.” the little man says.

“This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander.” Sharon informs us.

“What about our lawyer?” Steve asks.

“Lawyer. That's funny.” Ross says. “See their weapons are placed in lockup. Oh, we'll write you a receipt.”

“I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that.” Sam says as they walk away with your gear.

You see the man carrying your gear playing around with a particular gadget. “I wouldn’t touch that, if I were you.” You warn him.

Almost as if just to piss you off the man activates the gadget and gets electrocuted, falling to the ground as you start laughing with a quiet "Dumbass".

As some other agents go to help the idiot you turn back to the group, Sam is grinning too and Sharon and T’Challa seem amused but Steve and Everett are glaring at you.

“What? I told him not to touch it!” You defend yourself, but it’s very clear you’re amused and have no regrets.

You all start walking, following Ross and he starts talking. “You'll be provided with an office instead of a cell. Now, do me a favor, stay in it?”

“I don't intend on going anywhere.” T’Challa says as Natasha joins your little group.

“For the record, this is what making things worse looks like.” She says looking directly at Steve.

“He's alive.” Steve answers as we approach Tony talking on the phone. You have to give it to Steve, at least he's consistent.

“No. Romania was not Accords-sanctioned. And, Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup.” Tony says on the phone.

“Try not to break anything while we fix this.” Natasha tells you all and you roll your eyes at her.

“Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences. Obviously you can quote me on that 'cause I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir.” Tony ends the call.

“'Consequences'?” You ask as you raise your eyebrow, your tone and facial expression clearly skeptical, not believing for a second that he’s serious about this.

“Secretary Ross wants all three of you prosecuted.” Tony answers. “Had to give him something.”

And, there he is. You chuckle quietly and could swear you saw a smirk in Tony’s face for a second.

“I'm not getting that shield back, am I?” Steve asks.

“Technically, it's the government's property.” Natasha says as she starts walking away before turning to you and Sam. “Wings and gear, too.”

“That's cold.” Sam says and you groan in annoyance; you love your gear.

“Warmer than jail.” Tony yells back while walking away with Nat and you roll your eyes.

You sigh deeply and turn to the two gentlemen next to you.

“Well, this is great.” You say sarcastically and, before they can say anything, some agents escort you and Sam to the office Ross spoke of, from which you can see the security cameras on Bucky, while Steve gets taken to another room for what you assume is gonna be questioning.

-

You and Sam are seated at the table next to each other as you see Bucky’s prison pod get connected to a pipe and the light inside it dims for a moment, just as Steve comes into the room where you and Sam are.

“What did they ask you?” You ask Steve as he comes to a stop in front of the glass where he can keep an eye on Bucky.

“Nothing, I was talking to Tony.” There's a pause where none of you talk, just watching Bucky before Steve quietly says. “Wanda’s being detained at the Compound.”

“What?!” you say loudly, startling both men. “What do you mean, she's detained?!”

“I think Tony doesn't want another accident to happen, so she's currently confined to the Compound” Steve elaborates.

“Fucking Stark…” You mumble under your breath, shaking your head in disappointment as you see Tony joining Natasha in the control room with Ross. You ignore Steve’s glare at your cursing and focus on Bucky in the screens in front of you even though you can't hear anything. 

Your heart breaks a little for him at the way he’s being treated. After all Bucky’s whole situation wasn’t his choice, just a surprising amount of bad luck in the past 80 years.

After a minute Sharon enters the office you’re sitting in, handing us some papers. “The receipt for your gear.”

“‘Bird costume’? Come on!” Sam whines as you snort and laugh as he glares at you before glaring at Sharon.

“I didn’t write it.” She says defensively, then pushes a button that stops the restriction on the audio from Bucky’s cell and allows us to hear it on the little screen in the corner.

“I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions.” you can hear the psychiatrist say. “Do you know where you are, James? I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky.” Bucky says calmly. 

It’s the first time you hear him speak clearly and your eyes are glued to the screen. His voice is deep and gruff and you can’t help but find it attractive. You take a moment to really look at him and you think to yourself, for a brainwashed psycho assassin that’s almost 100 years old, he’s really quite handsome, isn’t he?

You’re brought back to the present by Steve’s voice. “Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?” He’s standing in front of the monitor, looking at the blurry photo of Bucky that was released on the news.

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” Sharon answers.

“Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding.” Steve continues. “Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.”

“You're saying someone framed him to find him?” You say with a frown, trying to follow his train of thought.

“Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing.” Sam points out.

“We didn't bomb the UN.” You point out absentmindedly. 

“That turns a lot of heads.” Steve adds.

“Yeah, but that doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would.” Sharon says before trailing off and all of our attention drifts back to the screen where Bucky is being questioned by the psychiatrist. 

“Yeah.” Steve says quietly.

“Tell me, Bucky. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?” the doctor asks.

“I don't want to talk about it.” Bucky says quietly.

“You fear that… if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don't worry.” The doctor taps his tablet to see something and you frown, everyone else’s expressions mirroring yours. “We only have to talk about one.”

Suddenly the lights go out in the bunker and you all look around confused. You can see people freaking out in the control room, Tony using FRIDAY through his glasses and Natasha looking around.

You look at Sharon and she simply says “Sub-level 5, east wing.” And you, Sam and Steve rapidly exit the room and head towards Bucky.

You arrive outside the chamber, red emergency lights flashing all around and agents slumped on the floor, all out cold.

You hear a feeble “Help me” and see the psychiatrist on the floor, clearly conscious, asking for help. Steve steps towards him and enters the room where Bucky's pod is, you barely enter it and Sam is right behind you at the threshold.

“Get up” He says and harshly grabs the doctor, shoving him against the wall. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“To see an empire fall.” Is all he says.

Suddenly there's movement behind you and you quickly turn around just in time to avoid Sam getting thrown into you and he lands against the pod instead. 

You barely have time to react when you feel a punch in the stomach and stagger backwards against the wall, knocking the air out of you. You slide down on it and take a second to compose yourself as Steve starts fighting Bucky.

After what feels like a second Bucky sends Steve down an elevator and walks away. You groan and quickly get up, going to the elevator first.

“Please be alive, Rogers!” You shout down, as you try to look down.

“I’m okay!” He shouts back and you let out a breath of relief. “Find him!”

You don’t waste a second and run after him, catching up to him as he’s beating up a guard.

You put yourself in the middle of it after Bucky gets the better hand on the agent and takes his baton, you kick Bucky on the stomach but he barely moves.

At least you have his attention now and, when he looks at you, his eyes seem empty and void of any emotions. That’s not the same person you saw before. Those are not the same eyes you met when you got to the bunker. 

You hesitate for a second and that’s enough for him to get the upper hand, grabbing you and throwing you over a table. He has a gun you assume he took from the other agent and aims it at you but, just as he’s about to pull the trigger, he gets disoriented by a stun-burst from Tony,that makes you cover your ears, then there’s a flash of light and then Bucky and Tony are fighting.

You take a moment to breathe and suddenly Tony’s on the ground and you go to him to make sure he’s okay while Natasha and Sharon take care of Bucky.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, worried, helping him sit up.

“Just dandy.” He says breathlessly.

Both of your attentions go to Sharon when she gets slammed into a table next to you and you both go to her. She’s conscious but before you can say anything, she points to something behind you and you turn around to see Bucky getting tackled off of Natasha by T’Challa.

You get up and go to Natasha as she’s taking in deep breaths after Bucky almost choked her, you help her sit up before turning around but both Bucky and T’Challa are already gone.

When you turn back to Natasha, she’s already looking at you. “Go” is all she says and you know she’s right, you should go before you get detained again. 

You nod to her and all but run outside, where you see Sam just standing there in the middle of the running crowd. You go to him and, when he notices you, he shows you a hoodie that you assume to be the psychiatrist’s.

“I lost the doctor.” He confirms your theory.

“I lost the soldier.” You tell him and he sighs, as you both look around.

“We should get out of here” He says after a moment, looking at a group of guards.

You follow his line of sight and when you notice the guards too, you say “Yes, we should.” and you both start almost running, putting as much distance between yourselves and the FBI as you can.

-[Time skip to when they’re in the warehouse because I’m lazy and don’t want to make up all the stuff in the middle]-

While Steve and Sam wait for Bucky to regain consciousness you go to look for a first aid kit.

You’re all mostly fine, but Bucky has a cut in the forehead that Steve informed you occurred when he hit the windshield of a chopper, which is why he is unconscious.

It takes you a little time to get back to the abandoned warehouse they’re hiding in because of the pain in your torso, which you’re pretty sure is because your ribs are bruised.

By the time you’re back Bucky is awake and his metal arm is free. You hear him talking as you get closer to the room they’re in and the last thing he says is “You’d never see them coming.” before the three men notice you.

You completely enter the room, standing next to Sam but your eyes don’t leave Bucky, rightfully wary of the man.

“Don’t worry, he’s back to himself.” Steve says when he notices your careful and calculated moves.

“I am worried. He also tried to kill me as himself.” You say, looking away from Bucky and to the two men next to you.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you, I was trying not to get captured by you.” Bucky addresses you directly for the first time ever with an accusatory tone.

“Semantics.” You answer, looking back at him and narrowing your eyes. Your defiant, but admittedly childish, answer seems to surprise Bucky but it gets a chuckle out of Sam and a groan out of Steve.

“Just… please.” Steve says to you, almost begging you. “Help him.”

You roll your eyes and groan, mumbling an annoyed “Fine.” while cautiously moving towards Bucky. As you kneel in front of him and open the first aid kit you can hear Steve and Sam talking, but pay them no mind.

“You know I’m a supersoldier, right?” Bucky asks you quietly.

“Supersoldiers can bleed too.” you say while looking down and not at him, looking through the stuff in the kit. “The image of an unconscious and beaten up Steve in a hospital bed comes to mind.”

He knows you’re talking about Steve’s conditions after the whole Project Insight situation in DC, and you can tell he feels bad about it as he instantly looks away from you.

“Sorry,” you say with a sigh “That was mean.”

He seems to perk up a little at your apology and looks back at you.

“It’s okay.” You look up at him. “I kind of deserved it.”

You smile a little at this, and start to take out the stuff you’ll need as you say “You kind of did.”

You go to clean his cut but wince slightly, you almost forgot about your injuries. You take a deep breath and start carefully cleaning his cut and the blood off his forehead.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks you quietly, seemingly concerned that you’re in pain.

“Don’t worry.” You tell him just as quietly. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.”

“I bet you can, doll.” You almost feel like you imagined the nickname, but you’re positive you saw a grin on his face for half a second.

You can feel his eyes glued to your face as you take care of his cut, silently watching you work. You almost feel like he’s memorizing every detail of your face, like he’s trying to figure out everything about you right in that instance. 

When you’re done you take a second to look into his eyes, expecting him to look away, but he holds your gaze and you feel your heart skip a beat by the intensity of his stare. After a moment you slowly get up, your eyes still locked on his and take a step back.

When you finally turn around you see Steve watching your interaction with a very curious look and, when you meet his eyes, he raises an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes and ignore his silent question, getting closer to him and looking around for Sam, who you see just outside the room on the phone.

“Who’s he talking to?” You ask Steve.

“Don’t know” He shrugs. “Just said he knew a guy.” 

A second later Sam gets closer as he ends the call.

“Alright, thanks, Scott.” He says and hangs up.

You raise your eyebrow at him. “Scott? Really?” You ask smirking and he groans, rolling his eyes while Steve just looks at us confused at why you’re so amused by this because he still doesn’t know about the time Scott breached the Compound and kicked Sam’s ass.

-

“I’m just saying, this isn’t really the most practical getaway car…” You say as the four of you make your way to meet Sharon in an old Volkswagen Beetle.

“It’s low profile” Steve defends his choice from in front of you, Bucky in the backseat to your right and Sam in front of him in the passenger’s seat.

“It’s really not, Steve.” you say back as Steve groans, prompting a snicker from Sam and, surprisingly, from Bucky too. You’re about to point out that this old car sticks out when Steve parks and gets out to talk to Sharon.

You can’t hear what they’re saying but you can see them looking at the Buggy for a second before Sharon opens the trunk of her car. Your joy about seeing your gear is a little overshadowed by Bucky’s voice as he talks to Sam.

“Can you move your seat up?” He asks, surprisingly polite.

“No.” Is all Sam says, being the petty bitch that he is. You roll your eyes at him, you get that the last time a car was involved with Bucky in the mix it didn’t go great, but still.

“Here, switch with me.” You tell Bucky and pull him to the middle seat, then climb over him to slide into his seat, being sure to smack Sam in the back of his head as you go and smirking at the loud “Ow” he lets out. You look back at Bucky and see him blushing slightly and you can’t help but smile.

When you look back at Steve and Sharon you can see them kissing and you let out an amused giggle. It looks like Captain Virgin finally got some.

They talk for another second before Sharon goes to her car and Steve turns to the three of you as you all smirk and you even wink at him. You can see him groan and roll his eyes before grabbing your gear and putting it in the trunk of the Buggy.

When he gets into the driver’s seat the only thing he says is “Not one word.” while the three of you quietly laugh but don’t tease him further.

He drives off and you look out the window, knowing that the hardest part is about to come. Whatever comes next sure won’t be as fun. 

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[addict-rat]

Your Eyes Betray You

Summary: You have a rivalry with Zemo and his team, but you also have mixed feelings with him, in one mission you both finally end up saying what you feel and more.

Words count: 2880

Paring: Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

Warnings: +18 Explict, swering, very poorly written smut, wall sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, p in v. 

Author’s note: Buenas, I just want to say a few things, frist this is my frist smut written in english, that leads to the second thing english not my first language I know a bit of the language but still learning so I used a translator from time to time if you see a mistake in the grammar or in general please let me know, I accept criticism but I don’t tolerate hate comments or similar. I probably gonna write more fanficons so I accept request in the future and I in the process of writing a Namor fanfic x!Reader. Gracias enjoy the fic :D

My masterlist.  

Your career as a government agent was going pretty well. Not long ago you had been promoted to a position now you have your own team of agents to lead although you still had to follow orders from your superior, Secretary Ross. you could say that you had done everything to be where you were now, and you knew that one day you would be in a higher position than the one you were currently in, you worked hard to have a record of success in most of your missions, that was one of the reasons why you were given this position, however everything changed when you met your now "enemies" the Thunderbolts.

Thunderbolts was a team similar to yours except they had two supersoldiers, Ava Starr better known as Phantom, Justin Hammer and criminal mastermind who more than once could take you down. While your team was not bad, the problem was that it turns out you were not the best person to lead, since most of your life you had and preferred to work on your own.

Valentina and Ross were on the same path, therefore Thunderbolts and your team ended up on the same mission so you saw them very often, they were a headache for you because you knew you had a half chance of succeeding in the mission and a half chance of losing because of them.

Everyone already knew each other, it was like seeing co-workers who had been together for many years, but as team leader you knew all the opposing team better, especially their leader.

Helmut Zemo.

Being both team leaders you had faced him before, at first you could say you had no opinion of him, after meeting him on a mission where you lost, you began to hate him especially when you realized how much you found yourself thinking about him, you were not going to admit the obvious you had to stay focused on what mattered.

                                                             You weren't a fan of missions that involved having to infiltrate parties and looking like you were enjoying being there, usually these types of missions you would send someone from your team, but this time you had to go, so there you were finishing your fifth drink. You were waiting for the host of the party to come out of his office so you could go and get some files that could put a big f behind bars, you heard in one of your headphones that he had already left his office and that you could move on, so you preferred to go and finish the mission instead of having your sixth drink, you walked straight to where there was a crowd of people dancing.

"I thought you didn't like these kinds of events" you pulled away a little when you saw how close you were to him "I don't I'm here beacuse of work, look like you a really having fun" you said in a mocking tone "I'm here beacuse of work too and your distracting me, can you even fight in that? "You tried to ignore the previous comment even though you still felt that feeling that had become recurrent in your stomach and you knew that he was the reason for your behavior. Your thoughts left you when you heard one of your colleagues telling you to hurry before he went back to his office "I don't have time for this and yes I can fight in this" you said walking to where you should have been a few minutes ago.

You felt someone pulling you by your arm so hard that you ended up glued to the body of the man who had pulled you, obviously it had to be the last person you wanted to see here and who in fact you were expecting to see.

The mansion you were in was so ridiculously big that it took you a little longer to get there, in some corridors there were people around so you had to find another way or wait for them to leave. You were a little more relieved that you were so close, you just had to look for the files and leave being as cautious as possible. Already in front of the door you looked to the sides before placing your hand on the door handle but before you could open the door, you were a little scared since no one had warned you that someone was already inside but your concern was gone when you saw Zemo in the door frame, the two looked at each other for a few minutes, you still did not understand how he had arrived so fast.

"If you are looking for the same as me, good luck, I doubt you will find a copy" whenever he was in advantage or beat you he always put that mocking smile, you saw him walking away while you doubted if you were really looking for the same or were different motives of the mission, but still you went after him, you approached him and he stopped walking when you reached him "Do you really want took me into a fight in that dress?" he asked this time looking at you again from head to toe "Do you want to try me? Baron" he approached you, cornering you in the wall "Do you know I love when you use my title?" you were going to answer him but you both became alert when you heard footsteps and you heard your team warning you that someone was coming in the corridor, obviously it was going to be suspicious to see you two standing near the office and there was no time to go anywhere else.

You grabbed Zemo by his coat and pulled him closer to you, you whispered an almost inaudible "sorry" before you started kissing him, obviously nobody was going to suspect two lovers looking for a place to be alone, at first Zemo was a little astonished he didn't expect you to do that, but he understood that it was to cover the two of you and not to raise suspicions, so he didn't let go of you, his leg got between yours applying some pressure, which made you moan in the kiss, he took the opportunity to dominate more the kiss and taste inside you, you didn't want to admit it but it was the first time you had been kissed so well.

You remembered that this was your chance to look for the files in his coat, your hands traveled through Zemo's coat, trying to find the files but he noticed what you were doing, he took your hands and slammed them against the wall, pulling something out of you between a sigh and a moan, something you were going to regret later "You like that don't you? You like it when someone else takes control" He said close to your lips, you started to move your hips a little on the leg he had between yours, you did it by mere instinct you hadn't even noticed, " Egear are we? " He murmured as he left a path of kisses from your jaw to your neck, you let out a gasp as you felt his wet kisses, your weak legs brought you back to reality and you saw that there was no one but the two of you in the hallway "T- they're already gone" Zemo let go of your wrists "Yes, I know they left like two minutes ago" he left a kiss on your cheek "Looking for this, Draga? "He took out a small usb from his coat and put it back almost immediately, while you were still stunned and bewildered by what had just happened a few seconds ago.

You followed him down another corridor when you had already put your feet on the ground again, when you got to the corner where he had crossed he was not there, you looked around, but it was useless, there was no one there, you walked back from where you came but you saw from afar that a group of people were coming and you saw that from the other side of the corridor as well. For a moment you were paralyzed, but they dragged you to another small room, that looked like a cellar or something similar, the room was only illuminated by the small lines of the shutter that almost completely covered the window of the door.

"What..."

You couldn't finish.

"Shhh."

"Don't shhh to me"

He put his hand on your mouth "Shhhh" you heard murmurs that were going to close where you were, you did not pay attention to what they were talking, you were more focused on watching him even with the little light that came from the hallway, his dark eyes staring at the door where he had you nailed, you saw how he frowned to concentrate on what the other people were talking, his dark hair well combed and how soft it seemed to be, you wanted to pass your hand touching him.

"Enjoying the view?" He ask with that cooky smirt and removed his hand from your mouth "I do, although I preferred the way you looked in the hallway" he tilt his head, his hands went to your hips "You didn't look at me like you hated me... but you don't, do you? Well you did at first, but then you pretended to" Your eyes widened in amazement, after all this time you were still impressed by how capable he was of reading you despite how good you were at pretending.

"Your eyes, your eyes betrayed you" he replied as if he knew what you were going to ask, it was no secret that he no longer saw you as if his gaze could kill you, at first he detested you especially you being the one who had beaten him a few times, but that had been a long time ago.

Your lips approached his, when it finally looked like your lips were about to touch his, he moved a few inches away from you "Tell me what do you want, darling?" You bite your lip, his hand slowly went down to the hem of your dress, caressing your thighs under your dress "Please, please Helmut... Touch me, make me yours please fuck me please" you begged pathetically for the other man to touch you, you never thought you would beg like that for anyone ever in your life, but for him, you didn't mind doing it.

This time it was his lips that found you and he drank you in almost the same way he had done in the past kiss, his kisses went down to your neck and his hands this time went up your dress to your waist and into your panties playing with the now wet fabric, you were about to beg for more, when you heard the rustle of the fabric tearing, You gave a gasp of astonishment that quickly turned into a more erotic one as you felt his fingers in your wet folds "You won't need these" he said finishing removing your panties "You already so wet for me" one of his hands took your leg to lift it a little, your fingernails dug into his shoulders to steady you.

"Don't stop Zemo ples...Ah" Two of his long and thick fingers penetrated into your wet cunt, his fingers curled in that place that made you forget where you were. "Ah" you moaned loudly feeling how his fingers stretched you and at the same time his thumb started massaging circles in your clit. You began to feel that sensation in your belly that indicated your orgasm was beginning to form, your nails dug deeper into his shoulders. His lips so close to yours that you could feel his breaths heaving and he could feel your gasps and moans.

"Zemo... I..." His lips caught your lips in a kiss before you could raise your voice any more, you heard footsteps and murmurs outside, across the hall but they gradually receded. "You have to be a little more quite, my love... As much I would love to hear you, we can't let anyone hear us, do you understand?" Zemo asked you shortly after you came down from your state of pleasure. "Yes, Baron" you said he kissed you again, this time a little shorter "Good girl" you were surprised when he turned and your face pressed into the door, you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling as well as the zipper of his pants, one of his hands was on your hip gripping you tightly then you were to find the bruise in the shape of his hand on your hip, with his other hand he said the tip of his cock was moving in your wet folds "Stop teasing me, baron please" a choked moan came from your lips as you felt him slowly penetrate you, it was much bigger than you had thought, your count trembling with the strecht as inch after inch.

You both let out a sigh when he fully stettled, both of his hands on your hips "Fuck, you're so thigt" He whisper in your ear leaving a path of kisses and hickeys in your neck, you moved your head to the side leaving him more space, you let out a loud moan when you felt his teeth penetrating the skin between your neck and shoulder "Oh! Don't mark me you possesive... Oh fuck" you whimper when you felt how he came out completely and penetrated you again in a single movement, his nails dug into your hips while he came out and entered you in a constant pace, Zemo grabbed you by the neck turning your head so he could kiss you, his kisses were hungry, a little violent, you tried to follow the same rhythm as him returning him with kisses full of lust and needy, you didn't separate until you were both out of breath, a loud moan came from your lips when he hit that place that left you wanting more, your back arched and he noticed it by the way your legs weakened and by the way your walls squeezed his cock, his pace this time faster hitting that sweet place. Even though you wanted to be quiet because you were not exactly alone, anyone could pass through the hallway and hear you, but Zemo made it difficult for you to be quiet, his arm grabbed your hips while the other one massaged your clitoris, a gasp escaped your lips from the pleasure he was giving you, it wasn't a few minutes later when you felt your second orgasm come again.

"I'm so close... I'm gonna come" you let out a loud moan "Come for my draga" he grabbed your neck bringing your head to his shoulder, he applied a little pressure to your neck, which brought you to your second orgasm with a sigh and a gasping moan, Zemo waited until your breathing was no longer so agitated and came back with the same pace he had before. You felt his seed fill you deep inside your walls, you heard profanities between Sokovian and Ingles in between cut off by his agitated breathing.

After a few minutes you both had come down from your euphoria, you felt Zemo's lips on your bare shoulder, his short but affectionate kisses were going up to your cheek, his hand grabbed your jaw returning it to his face leaving a soft and affectionate kiss on your lips, you kissed him back, you let out a whimper in the middle of the kiss when he came out of you, you felt his semen going down your thighs "We could have had fun a long time ago... you know it was much better than I had fantasized..." you weren't going to admit that you had also dated him in this way, but that wasn't something you would say out loud at least not today. you know it was much better than I had fantasized" you weren't going to admit that you had also fooled around with him in this way, but that wasn't something you would say out loud to him at least not today. You both began to arrange yourselves to hide any kind of evidence. You looked for your panties on the floor, when you found them they were torn "Great, now I have to go back without underwear thanks Zemo" you said showing him your ruined panties, Zemo took them out of your hands and put them in his coat "I will buy you new ones, and next time I won't tear them" you both left the room and walked down the hall "So now we will do this on every mission we see each other" You smirk devilish "I can't promise you that I won't, but I'd prefer it to be somewhere more private" they both laughed a little "What a strange way to propose a date but ok I'll take it" they both headed for the exit and went their separate ways to where each team was waiting for them, and there Zemo noticed that you had removed the usb.

#zemo x you #zemo x reader #zemo x y/n #marvel #fanfic #zemo smut #zemo fanfic #helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo #zemo x reader smut #zemo x you smut #zemo x y/n smut #baron zemo x reader smut #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel au #thunderbolts #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel bruhl #female reader

[sisyphean-thirst]

Masterlist

Wanted to put some ideas I’m working on down before I forget. I’ll beautify this later, when I’m not working.

Ulysses Klaue

All About that Bass - Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader: Klaue. You. Anal. That’s the fic. One shot. WIP

Du Riescht So Gut - Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader: Before Everett Ross, there was you. Klaue decides to have fun with his favorite CIA agent, but goes about it all wrong. Short Multi-Chapter. More smutty than fluffy. WIP

I Need My Girl - Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader: Klaue is intrigued by the pretty merc he meets at a gala. The ensuing first date is odd, extravagant, and highly enjoyable. Longer Multi-Chapter. Still workshopping. More fluff and smut. WIP

David Robey

Toxic - David Robey x F!Secretary!Reader: You’re David’s new secretary. Despite his attempts to frustrate you, your work performance exceeds his expectations. He decides to give you some more challenging work… Mostly smut, some fluff. WIP

Sergei Kravinoff

Superpredators - Sergei Kravinoff x F!Superpowered!Reader: Experimented on against your wishes, you’re just trying to find a new normal. One man’s scent unlocks a dangerous feeling within you… Sergei finds himself in the sights of another hunter; one who matches him in strength, speed, and animalistic nature. Oneshot. WIP

#andy serkis #ulysses klaue x reader #ulysses klaue #david robey #david robey x reader #sergei kravinoff #sergei kravinoff x reader #kraven x reader #kraven the hunter

[darsynia]

Just Right | Ch 3

(Steve Rogers x F!Reader, post-Ultron Multichapter)

Summary:

You’ve been in love with Steve Rogers for at least a year, but he treats you the same way he treats every other member of the team– with respect, but nothing more. It takes an inter-dimensional mistake and a whole second, more assertive, actually interested Steve for you to realize that you don’t want just any version of Steve Rogers– you want the one you’ve been pining for all this time.

Length: 3,119

FIC MASTERLIST | LAST CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

Dedicated to @ronearoundblindly who is the bestest! This story will be I THINK about 5 chapters, but don't pelt me with chickens if I'm wrong please!

Excerpt:

“What if it were you, Tony? Would you accept staying home and ‘out of the way’ if you could help? Or would you be threatening to fly there yourself?”

It’s Steve’s voice, but the context tells you it’s Gold Steve.

“You want to waste all the time I’ve been spending inventing a dimensional portal? Your me already has one! I’m not interested in being invaded by a pissier other self who’s raring to kick my ass for losing you.”

“If it’s not safe for me, it’s not safe for him,” Gold Steve points out.

An almost identical voice responds directly afterward. “It’s plenty safe.” There’s more talk, but you need to pay attention to your own intense little meeting, so you refocus on that.

“Hey, Brigandine, you wanna c’mere for a sec?” Stark calls out, right as you’re following the others out the door.

“Go on, plan for an extra person,” you whisper to Aeronautics, and turn around. Multiple Avengers are looking at you expectantly. “No, no, and no,” you groan, taking in Stark’s stubborn expression. “You’re making me the tiebreaker, aren’t you? No.”

“It’s in your contract,” he says with the supreme confidence of a person who knows there’s no time to check his facts.

Chapter Three

You’re trying to figure out how to dodge Gold Steve’s question and reconcile your mix-up of the two Steves when an alarm goes off.

The alarm.

It’s a call to assemble, telling everyone in earshot something’s happened that some or all of the Avengers can help with. That it’s happening at all is a compromise with Secretary Ross, the culmination of a month-long excruciating negotiation that allowed Steve and Natasha to stay out of jail, that lets Clint be a part-time Avenger and not have to choose between his family and heroism (though if he knew you were even thinking of it that way, he’d punch you in the shoulder. Hard), and loosely soothed the gaping wounds between the team, for the greater good.

Basically, the Avengers have an uneasy truce with the governments of the world, and you’re grateful for it-- but this is the first time that alarm has gone off since that agreement, the Modified, Extended Sokovian Settlement, as Tony calls it. The MESS.

You whip the towel off of your head and see that Gold Steve’s alert and concerned. Everyone else at the compound will know what to do, you’ve all trained for it. Everyone but Gold Steve.

Swearing under your breath, you grab his arm and head to the door, scanning your badge to open it.

“There’s not a silence protocol that goes along with that, is there?” he whispers as he follows you through multiple corridors to a second door.

“Nope.” You reach the building with the gathering point, and the two of you wait in the line to go inside.

“Technically, we could get in faster if I picked you up and speedran to the back door,” Gold Steve muses. Out loud. Where other people around you hear it and turn to look at the two of you.

“Funny,” you say tersely, hoping the turbulent terror in your stomach isn’t outwardly visible.

The MESS protocol designates each employee a level, and your meeting point depends on that level. Your level happens to be the highest there is, with the actual team, so you’re prepared for the feeling of unreality when you walk in there and see all the Avengers who are currently on-campus arrayed around the table. What you didn’t expect is for you and Gold Steve to be the last through the door, meaning all eyes are on the two of you as he pulls out a chair for you and finds a seat of his own. 

As one of the high-level support team, you and a few others need to be present for the decision making, which made sense to you when reading the documents but now that you’re in the room, is both cool and intimidating. You’ve gotten to know most of the Avengers on a personal, friendly level, but individually, as they’ve met with you about their gear, but this? This is different. This is serious. You feel incredibly out of place.

You fix your gaze to the table as you hear some of the others in the room greeting Gold Steve before Maria Hill starts the breakdown of what’s happened.

It’s bad. In a combination of a radioactive event and possible HYDRA activity, local authorities in Romania have detected high levels of Cesium-137 in an abandoned factory that’s been doubling as a junkyard for years. They’ve contacted the Nuclear Regulatory Commission for assistance, who are already on site. The underground complex they found on the site wired for electricity has set off alarm bells, and, well. Why overspend your containment budget when there’s a group of people who can take those risks for you? A group that desperately needs a win?

You’ve been sneaking glances at Gold Steve, feeling conflicted and guilty. There’s no way he would have wanted to be left out, but if this exists in your universe, does that mean your meeting reveals its existence to him prematurely? Assuming, of course, that he gets to go back.

“First, let me address the elephant in the room,” Stark is saying, gesturing towards Gold Steve. “I can see you making manfully conflicted expressions over there, but I don’t think anyone here doubts you would have made your way into this meeting as soon as you found out about it.” There’s some murmuring and many nods. “Frankly, I can’t bring myself to feel guilty if the first thing you do when I send you back home is show up at this place and mete out some justice.”

You look around the room, trying to get a sense of the general consensus. In the process, you catch the eye of your Steve, who was already looking at you. You offer him a smile, and he returns it, shifting his gaze away quickly.

After twenty minutes of debate, the group decides to send a team. Though Clint’s recon skills would be an asset on this one, he’s back in Missouri and this is time-sensitive, so they settle on Tony, Natasha, Sam, and Steve. Support staff is to immediately report to workstations to prep all equipment needed, so as soon as Hill calls an end to the meeting, you get up and head over to your colleagues. 

As the group of you confer for a few seconds about your own timeline (everything needs to be ready before the firm head-out), you can hear an intense conversation happening back at the table.

“What if it were you, Tony? Would you accept staying home and ‘out of the way’ if you could help? Or would you be threatening to fly there yourself?”

It’s Steve’s voice, but the context tells you it’s Gold Steve.

“You want to waste all the time I’ve been spending inventing a dimensional portal? Your me already has one! I’m not interested in being invaded by a pissier other self who’s raring to kick my ass for losing you.”

“If it’s not safe for me, it’s not safe for him,” Gold Steve points out.

An almost identical voice responds directly afterward. “It’s plenty safe.” There’s more talk, but you need to pay attention to your own intense little meeting, so you refocus on that.

“Hey, Brigandine, you wanna c’mere for a sec?” Stark calls out, right as you’re following the others out the door.

“Go on, plan for an extra person,” you whisper to Aeronautics, and turn around. Multiple Avengers are looking at you expectantly. “No, no, and no,” you groan, taking in Stark’s stubborn expression. “You’re making me the tiebreaker, aren’t you? No.”

“It’s in your contract,” he says with the supreme confidence of a person who knows there’s no time to check his facts.

You glare at him. “Okay, but don’t tell me who’s on what side. Steve?”

Gold Steve smiles and looks away, obviously knowing you aren’t referring to him. Your Steve looks at him, then at you, before he says, “Yes?”

“Do you think he should go?” It would just waste precious time to make them tell you the stuff you already overheard.

“Why are you asking him? I’m your boss!”

You’re so determined to explain yourself you forget everything else. “Because Steve’s the one with the most at stake, here, Stark. It’s Steve who’s focused on the team as a whole, Steve who always has everyone’s locations in mind, Steve who’s constantly running calculations in his head about whether what you’re about to do might put someone in danger!” You point somewhere behind you, picturing the other universe out there that’s missing their version of Steve Rogers. “And it’ll be Steve who feels the worst about it if he doesn’t bring himself back home, because every single person back there who is missing him feels guilty that they can’t just set off an assemble alarm to go get him back!”

Stark says a sullen, “Yeah, okay,” but the rest of the room is dead silent. Your throat hurts, which means you were yelling, and there’s zero fucking chance you’re going to look up at anyone to see if they’re showing expressions of dawning comprehension, because that? That was pretty damned revealing, right there.

“I need to go set up an extra set of gear,” you say in an admirably calm voice as you turn on your heel and walk swiftly toward the door. Once through, you rush.

Because you’ve done your job right, no one has to come pick up anything they’re missing for the mission, because it’s all at their ‘muster station’ in the armory. No one but Gold Steve, that is. When he shows up, you’ve already delivered some backup items for the Quinjet, and are running back through Steve’s checklist to ensure there’s a copy of everything for his copy.

“Thanks for that,” he says when he walks up, a clear look of admiration in his eyes.

You’re all business. “All right, this is the alternate to Steve’s usual uniform. It used to be the primary, but he ripped it a little while back doing an event with some first responders, and I had it in for repairs. Truth is, I haven’t done the whole round of testing to make sure it’s got the right integrity to go back in--”

“I’m sure it’s fine, I don’t need a run-down. I trust you.”

“That’s good, because the upshot to Stark making me a symbolic tiebreaker is I’m gonna feel responsible if anything does happen,” you sigh, avoiding Gold Steve’s eyes by packing up his things so he can get going.

The door opens behind him, but you don’t see who it is before he replies with, “I wish the guy in charge of our gear back home was half as diligent as you are. You should give yourself a break.”

Beside him, your Steve walks up, shooting a look between the two of you. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” he asks. Given Gold Steve’s Serious Eyebrows and the way you’re wringing your hands, you suppose it’s a reasonable question, but it sends your stomach through a trapeze routine that tangles up your tongue, as well.

“She’s stressing out about the suit you’re graciously lending me,” Gold Steve answers smoothly. “Said something about not sending it through all the testing protocols, but--”

Steve reaches over for it, holding it up with a critical eye. “I don’t even remember where it ripped, ‘Dine, I’m sure it’s fine. Thanks for being careful, though.” You get the feeling that he was only looking it over to reassure you, and the thoughtfulness of the gesture warms your heart. “You’d better get moving, wheels up in fifteen,” he tells Gold Steve.

The two men nod respectfully at each other, and once Gold Steve has left, you take stock of your workspace, just in case you forgot anything. Satisfied you haven’t, you start toward the lockers to check over there.

“Wait, ‘Dine--”

Steve catches your hand. He catches your wrist first, actually, but your momentum carries the gesture through to your hand. It’s as close to a caress as you’ve ever felt from him, and you suck in a shocked, delighted breath, freezing in place for a few seconds.

“Yes?” Your voice is breathy, and you feel hot embarrassment thick in your throat.

He doesn’t let go. “Can I talk to you later? When I get back?”

You can’t not look at him now, so you do, nodding as you turn your head, totally normal, your besotted heart isn’t doing cartwheels in your chest or anything. As you thought he might, once you make eye contact, Steve lets go, but it’s gentle, a pulling away, again like a wanted touch.

“Okay, then,” he says awkwardly, flashing you a brilliant smile before turning and jogging away.

Minutes later, you’re still bemused, repeating tasks, distracted. “Okay, maybe this was why there were fainting couches. Not because our predecessors were weak and flighty, but because they needed a minute to collect themselves. Things were too expensive back then to screw them up with your head in the clouds!” you mutter to yourself.

It’s late evening. The team’s expected to stay overnight tonight, and you’re in the ‘rec room’ area waiting for news. The tv is on, and Wanda’s showing Vision one of her favorite episodes of a vintage show. You’d seen the weapons master Carl pass through at one point, but you don’t know where he is now. You’re at one of the computer desks poring over a scan of some old SSR documents, trying to calm your mind so you can sleep tonight.

“Is that Howard Stark’s handwriting?” Vision asks from behind you.

“Yeah, good catch!” you say, sharing a wry look with him. He’d probably recognize a lot of more obscure people’s handwriting, but it’s the thought that counts. “I like to go over his notes sometimes. No need to reinvent the wheel.”

“Yes, I imagine certain observations would be already documented,” Vision agrees. You feel his hand light on the back of your computer chair as he steps closer. “‘Rates of Metabolic Healing After Exposure to Low-Level Ionizing Radiation in Subject Rogers, Stephen Grant,’” he reads aloud. “Ah.”

There’s an uncomfortable level of understanding in that single word, and it makes you want to note that Wanda Maximoff probably didn’t need to drift quite so close to him as she walked past on her way to the restroom. That would be unkind, however, and there’s a non-zero chance that Vision might genuinely not understand you if you did try to rib him about it.

You go with, “Yes. ‘Ah.’”

“I hope you find the peace of mind you’re seeking,” Vision says quietly before walking away.

In your head, you answer, Me too, Viz. Me too.

They come back three days later, arriving in early morning New York time after having left Romania in the afternoon. You’re already at work when one of the Steves comes in wearing the full kit, clearly having come directly from the Quinjet. Your heart does a dull, frightened flip-flop when you realize you literally cannot tell the two of them apart anymore. Not since they’ve both favored you with a look of warm appreciation that sent your whole body into shivers.

“I owe you an apology,” this Steve says, turning around with a blush-cheeked wince. Three inches under his ass is a gap in the fabric wide enough to show a swathe of muscular thigh. “Good news is it gave way when I got antsy to get out of there, mid-leap onto the Quinjet. I came here because I don’t want to make it worse, trying to take it off without speaking to you first.”

You’re not picturing that.

You’re not.

Not.

“Thoughtful of you,” you say, rushing to add, because your tone could be described as caustic, “Not mad at you, I promise. I took a risk with this fabric. It doesn’t really repair, which is why I’d hesitated putting it back into rotation. Might be back to the drawing board for materials.”

He’s still basically presenting his ass, looking over his shoulder to say, “So no problem if it gets worse taking it off, then?”

“None at all."

“Got it. Thanks!” Gold Steve says, leaving without pressing you for further conversation. You try not to take it personally-- he’s got a hole in his pants, after all. Still, every time you talk to him, you feel like you get a little glimpse of what it might be like if you and your universe’s version of Steve ever felt more comfortable with each other. It’s like a hopeful little time machine. Future Steve, almost.

That would, of course, require Now Steve to do something more than just look at you like you’re someone special that one time.

And grab your hand.

Say he’d like to talk to you when--

“Brigandine!”

You startle out of your lovesick reverie to see Steve standing in front of you in regular clothes. He looks full-on exasperated, and you stammer out an apology.

“I’m sorry, I-- honestly, the other Steve was in here and the uniform ripped again, meaning I’m going to need new fabric, if it won’t repair, and--”

“He was in here already?”

Crystalline regret precipitates from every blood vessel as you see actual disappointment in Steve’s eyes, and maybe something else. You don’t dare speculate on what it is, not when your careless words may have implied there was more to Gold Steve’s chair-pulling than mere politeness. Your frantic thoughts are racing faster than the horse second in line at Preakness. Is this Steve’s typical gallant leadership, defensive of ‘his’ team at the imposition of a stranger? Would he react that way when the stranger is himself?

Your innate truthfulness proceeds to make everything worse.

“He didn’t know how to take it off without making it worse, and since it’s yours-- ”

Steve actually starts pacing around away from you, and you have a split second of confusion as you go back over your words before you realize.

“Steve, I promise you, your other universe counterpart didn’t come in here to have me help him take your clothes off, okay?”

“Well, when you put it like that--”

“Oh my God, Tony’s got a recording of me saying that!” You slump into your seat, throw your arms down on it, and bury your head onto them, entirely embarrassed. You’re both terrified and elated at the idea that Steve might be in any way jealous of Gold Steve’s influence on you, mostly because of what that might mean about his own feelings. There’s nowhere to run to, no way to go back to the way things were before, and the yawning chasm of what ifs ahead scares the hell out of you.

“Somehow this whole visit got turned around,” Steve says. You let out a little noise of distress, and he chuckles. “How about a redo? Lunchtime?”

“You’re on, but my face is puffy and I’m hiding from Tony’s all-seeing eye,” you say with your head still buried, popping him a thumbs up.

“I can have a talk with FRIDAY if you want me to?”

His tone is so gentle that you sit up, desperate to know what his expression could be. Steve’s eyebrows are lifted, his head tipped to the side with a slight smile that grows broader on seeing you lift your head. If these subdued reactions are enough to intoxicate you, how on Earth would you survive anything stronger?

Before you can say anything, though, Steve heads for the door, pausing once he’s got it open to say, “Flustered looks good on you.”

He leaves without looking back.

Next chapter...

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[alotofpockets]

Please stay | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Promps: “Stay with me.”

Requested by: @woman-simp

Word count: 480

Warnings: mention of Nat's trauma from the red room (not in depth)

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Usually the news coverages, talk shows and other stuff that was being said about her as Black Widow didn’t get to Natasha much, but when she stormed out of the meeting room where Secretary Ross showed them a talk show segment where they talked bad about a few of the Avengers, including Natasha, you knew you had to follow her to make sure she was okay.

So, that’s what you did, you followed her back to your shared room where you found her sitting on the floor with her back against the bed, staring out of the window. You softly close the door behind you and make your way to her, sitting down but keeping a small distance between the two of you. Being together with Natasha for the past two years taught you that she wanted space to think before she shared her emotions.

You were sitting next to her in silence, letting her know that you’re there for her but also giving her the space to collect her thoughts. Your eyes were focused on the trees moving with the wind, a sight that had always calmed you down when this was just your room. When Nat had found you there after she had been away on a mission the first time since you started dating, she knew that if you ever decided to move into the same room together, it would be yours. She wanted you to have this view to settle your thoughts. Over the years she started using it as well.

Natasha smiles at the thought of those memories, that’s when you divert your gaze from the trees back to your face. “Please,” Natasha says breaking the silence as the first tears escape her eyes, “Stay with me.” That’s when you take her into your arms. “Of course, darling, I don’t ever plan on leaving.”

“But all those things they said on the new, they weren’t wrong. That’s exactly who I used to be.” You push her off you slightly so you’re able to look into her eyes when you tell her, “That’s who Dreykov made and forced you to be. And exactly what you said, ‘used to be’. Baby, once you got out you have spent every day of your life bettering yourself. You became an Avenger, a hero. Think of all the lives you have saved and bettered over all these years. They don’t get to criticize you for the trauma Dreykov, and his people put you through, you are not that person anymore.”

Natasha falls back into your arms, “Thank you, you always know what to say.” You kiss her forehead and get comfortable against the bedside again, letting her cuddle into you. You spend the next hour looking out of the window together, while you talk about how far the two of you have come and reminiscing old memories you’ve created together.

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

5 Long Years 💔 | Everett Ross Imagine

Takes place during Avengers: Endgame

Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Everett Ross x female avenger!reader (romantic), Avengers x reader (platonic)

Content Warnings: angst, profanity, fluff at the end, mentions of death & violence | Female reader (she/her) | wc: 3k

Premise: Five years has gone by since Thanos erased half the universe. Among the fallen was CIA agent Everett Ross, friend & ally of King T’Challa as well as longtime partner of Avenger Y/n L/n. Having met after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra, Everett and Y/n’s relationship was bound to have conflicts of interest yet they somehow managed to keep it going for nearly four years. Then the call to action against Thanos caused what little of the strands holding them together to shred. And when five years of grief and torture over regret pass, Y/n takes the opportunity to get her love back—even if it means she may never see him again.

Note: I freaking love Martin Freeman & I’m so excited to see him again in the upcoming Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and Secret Invasion. There’s not many works for Everett Ross, so expect to see him a lot on my list of works.

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“We can’t keep doing this, Y/n.” The one sentence shatters the very last piece of hope Y/n had. Though Everett looked just as tortured as her, it didn’t bring an ounce of solace.

“You’re giving up?” She spits at him, anger flaring up inside her. “Just like that? After everything we’ve been through the past three years you’re going to throw it away like trash—!”

“What more do you want me to say?” He shouts back aggravated, hand coming up to his forehead. “We knew this could happen—and now it has, so if you want to avoid going to prison I suggest you make your escape now.”

“And you want to make sure I won’t come back,” Her accusation proved true by the look he was giving her. Tears threatened her eyes, but she would not cry. “So, you’re breaking my heart to ensure it. You want this—,” her finger motions between the two of them, “To end on this note, Everett? Seriously? I thought you were better than that.”

All the man does is sigh, turning away from her. It made Y/n scoff, “You can’t even look me in the fucking eyes.” The sound of her moving closer to him echoes across the floorboard, but Everett remains still. Gulping, her eyes bore into the back of his skull as her voice goes low, “Did you even love me, Ev?”

That gets him to turn, and Y/n could see the conflict in his eyes, like he didn’t want to give an answer. “Don’t make me answer that, Y/n.” He heard her make a sound, breath catching in her throat. It pained him to know he was making her feel this way, but he had to. Secretary Ross caught onto them and would be banging on the door any second. Everett needed to get Y/n out by any means possible.

Even if it meant she hated him forever.

“Because you can’t or because you won’t?”

“It doesn't matter why,” he snaps, causing her to flinch. Immediately he wanted to apologize and explain why he was hurting her. But Everett could not—for the sake of her safety. “It’s over, Y/n, and you need to leave. Now. Because I won’t stop them when they come.”

“So that’s it then,” the laugh she gave was void of any humor. Waving hands,Y/n steps away from him, no longer saddened and instead looks at him with anger. “This is all because of Mr. Secretary, isn’t it? Gotta keep your ps and qs so you don’t lose your job. How typical—just when I thought you were not like the rest of those government dogs on a leash.”

“Last I checked, you were once one of those dogs,” he bit back, now glaring at the woman. “We were not so different, you and I, it’s how we fucking met, Y/n. Before you decided to run and be a goddamn criminal.”

There it was. The word that hung over the air and poisoned it like carbon monoxide.

Y/n stood frozen, mouth slightly agape. Even Everett felt the blood drain from him. He fucked up. Neither one couldn’t believe he called her that after two years of assuring Y/n he never thought of her as one. That what she did was the right thing—even if the government thought otherwise. He could already tell what she was thinking. ‘It was always a lie.’

The lone tear finally fell from her eye, shattering Everett’s heart. When he tried to step forward saying, “Y/n—,” a beep from her burner phone went off. Taking her eyes off him, Y/n removed the flip phone and opened it to reveal a message from a number she recognized as Steve’s.

‘Banner called. Something’s happened in New York, Tony is MIA. Need to find Vision & Wanda—will explain on the jet.’ It ended with the address she was to meet them at.

Closing the phone, Y/n took a deep breath before exhaling. “Well,” she whispered, not letting the emotion get to her. It took everything in her to not look at Everett. “I guess this is it then. Have a nice life, Agent Ross.”

But he didn’t have a nice life, because three days later Everett Ross was among the billions of people who vanished from existence the day Thanos came to Earth. Taking Y/n’s heart with him.

Every second of every day was filled with regret and shame. Regret at how things ended that day. If she had known it would be the last time she’d ever seen Everett, Y/n would’ve never said the things she did. Of course he said some messed up things too, but the situation they were in was a difficult one. Both were in the wrong, but now Y/n was having to deal with the consequences.

Five long years later and the feeling of anguish still lingered like it did when she discovered Everett was gone. Dusted. Just like Sam, Wanda, and Bucky. She didn’t know where he vanished from until she managed to get a hold of one of the CIA agents he worked with who hadn’t been dusted. The news had Y/n bolting into a storage closet to hide away as she sobbed into the darkness. “I’m sorry,” the agent said to her, with sadness in his eyes, “One second he was next to me. Then the screaming started and when I turned back all I saw was dust and the files on the floor.”

“I’m sorry, Ev,” she cried, falling against the wall and letting her body slide to the floor. “I’m so sorry.” People passed the door, hearing her sobs but paid no mind. Just continued walking to their destination while also trying to keep it together. They were going through the same and in need of their own storage closet to cry in.

It took a month before Y/n had the courage to go to his apartment—where thankfully, no one had taken claim to it yet. The world was in shambles with people scrambling to seek refuge. Y/n couldn’t blame them. Finally there were homes and shelter available, but there was always the hope something would happen. An opportunity. And Y/n was going to make sure Everett had his home when that happened.

The first few months consisted of sleeping on the couch before migrating to the guest room. Not once did Y/n enter his bedroom—she couldn’t bring herself to go into it even after years passed. The memories were too much. All Y/n could think about were the nights she would sneak in through his window. It would be on average a weekend every couple months to get Secretary Ross off their backs since the old man didn’t trust Everett when he said they’d broken off after Y/n backed up Cap during the Accords drama. If she closed her eyes, Y/n could feel his arms wrap around her as lips grazed her ear, “No trouble I see.” And she would smirk in return, “You really think I would bring trouble to your door, Ev?”

While time passed, Y/n went through a major change not only in appearance but how she viewed life. In the beginning there was alcohol, but drowning away in the substance would only worsen her state. It made her feel sick. Like it was doing a disservice to her friends by loosing herself in such a way. Instead she focused on training day to day and helping Nat whenever the Avenger needed her. It kept her busy. Y/n liked that, having some sense of normalcy despite the her world being far from it. Several tattoos now adorned her body as well as piercings all along her right ear.

The only appearance she ever made in the public eye which hadn’t been Avenger business was attending Tony & Pepper’s wedding. It surprised her to even have an invite, but was grateful nonetheless. There was a forced smile every time someone asked how she was doing and Y/n’s reply was always the same, “Taking it one day at a time.” Once the toast to the happy couple was over, Y/n handed them their gift with hugs and promises to keep in touch before making her leave. The second she was safe in her car Y/n broke down.

Then one sunny day in 2023, there was a knock at the door. With Steve Rogers on the opposite side. “We’ve found something. You got time to talk?” He didn’t even have to explain, Y/n was out the door with Everett’s leather jacket hanging on her arm, “I’ve got all the time in the world, Cap.”

After test runs and developing a plan of action, the time came for the Avengers to attempt the impossible. In the blink of an eye Y/n was back in 2014 on the planet Morag alongside Rhodey and Nebula. It seemed to go smoothly for the three, although they could’ve gone without having to watch Peter Quill dance his way to the Power Stone. “So he’s an idiot?” Rhodey voiced what they were all thinking. The woman sighed, letting her head drop onto the rock in front of her, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Once the stone was secured, Rhodey instructed the two to set their navigators. “This better have been worth it,” she muttered, scanning the device until it was on the correct course. The helmet encased her head before she was zooming through the Quantum realm for the second time that day.

Landing back on the platform, it didn’t strike the woman that the Nebula standing next to her was not the same one she left with. Although she noticed the dazed look on her face, scanning the facility like it was the first time she saw it, Y/n simply brushed it off. They just did a time heist—all of the Avengers were relishing in the feeling they pulled it off. Thor pulled her into a hug laughing, but the happiness is short lived when they realize they are missing a certain redhead. “Clint, where’s Nat?”

As much as they wanted to take the rest of the day to mourn the loss of their Black Widow, the team had a mission to finish. They gave themselves an hour at the dock before returning inside to put their own gauntlet together. Y/n handed Tony the Power Stone, happy to be rid of it knowing it was going to help bring Everett back. “You okay, pipsqueak?” Tony asked, putting the gem in the compartment with the others.

Placing the cup of water on the table beside her, Y/n nodded with a small smile. “I think I’ll finally be able to rest once we finish this.”

“Me too, kid.” He said with a sigh. “Me too.” It didn’t bother her Tony called her a kid. Until Wanda, Y/n was the youngest of the Avengers and therefore was known as the kid of the group. Even when she was pushing 30 during the Accords. Now she was nearly 40 and at the point where nothing surprised her.

With the gauntlet in hand, the team—minus Nebula—circled Banner as he attempted to put the glove on. “You got this, Bruce!” She shouted from behind Steve. The brightness caused her to look away and the second Banner fell after snapping they all rushed him. “Bruce!” Y/n crouched beside his head while Clint clicked the glove away. “Hey buddy we got ya.”

In the midst of her friend's state, Y/n hadn’t realized her phone tucked in the pocket of her suit was going off. When she looked up to see Clint was speaking into his with tears in her eyes, that’s when it hit her. She backed away from Bruce, instantly retrieving the device and unlocking it to see a missed call. The name on the screen nearly caused her knees to buckle. 1 missed call from ‘Ev’.

“Oh my God,” Y/n whispered, more to herself. Tears poured out of her eyes before she could stop them—filled with crippling relief. They did it. They actually did it. With her thumb hovering over the call button, Y/n was seconds away from hearing his voice, but the horrifying sound of explosions ruined it. The phone fell from her hands as she gasped, glancing around to see dust. The ground shook and before she knew it Y/n was falling.

“Ahhh!!!” Her scream echoed, attempting to catch something to hang onto. She didn’t know where she landed, all Y/n could feel was the pain. “Steve!!” She coughed at the end, “Tony!!” Miraculously, the phone she dropped was right in front of her with an illuminating screen bearing Everetts contact photo.

He was calling her.

Not even caring about the pain in her side or the fact she didn’t know where the hell the others were, Y/n hurriedly answered the phone. The trembling in her hands migrated throughout her body. Y/n did her best to not sob into the receiver, “Ev?”

“Y/n?” Just hearing his voice after five years made her break.

“Oh my God,” she cried, hand going to her chest. The tears spilled down her cheeks, albeit happy ones. “Oh my God, Ev.”

He sounded like he was out of breath. There was commotion in the background indicating the chaos happening all around the world now that billions of people were returning after five years. “W-where are you? I—I—,” Y/n could just picture the look on his face while hearing his tone. It sounded scared, full of worry and anxiety. “I—I don’t know what the hell is happening.”

“Ev,” she tried to keep her voice steady, glancing to find an exit or any source of light. Her own anxiety rose at the thought of being trapped below rubble. “Everett, listen to me okay—I need you to stay calm.” It was comical, her telling him to be calm when she herself couldn’t even reckon that. “You’ve been gone for five years.”

There was silence on his end. She heard his breath catch and then, “What? What are you talking about? Th-that can’t be possible—I was standing next to Dickens and now—,” Ev cuts himself off, as though something caught his attention. “—and now he’s across the room looking at me like I’m a ghost.”

“Ev,” her voice went low, “it’s twenty-twenty-three. Y-you were among the billions on earth and across the universe to disappear when—.” She bit her lip, feeling another wave of tears surface. Fuck how was she supposed to explain everything to him over the phone. “When Thanos wiped away half of the population.”

“Five years?” He whispered, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. The shouts in the background were more frantic, and Y/n heard them fade out indicating Everett was trying to get away. “I—I—,” Y/n jumped at the sound of a loud *bang*, followed by rushing water.

“Shit,” she cursed when she realized the area she was in was starting to flood. Her feet were the first to submerge. “Shit!! BRUCE!! RHODEY!!” For a moment Y/n forgot she was still on the phone with Everett.

“What’s happening?!” He shouted with worry. “Y/n?!” On the other end all that could be heard was her pounding against whatever surface she was trapped in. It sent a flood of emotion through Everett, mostly helplessness at the fact he couldn’t help her.

“Is anyone there!” She screamed, voice cracking at the end. Everett was still screaming into the phone, demanding to know what was wrong but before Y/n could explain the device slipped from her hand. It splashed into the water—now up to her calves, and disappeared into the darkness. “No!” She bent down in an attempt to find it, “Goddammit—Ev!!” With no luck the woman could only let out a cry of defeat. She was alone. Water continued to pour in and fill at a rapid rate. There was no saying whether or not someone would find her.

Meanwhile, on the other end Everett was left frozen when he heard the rush of water before dead silence when the call cut out. “Shit,” he wiped the sweat from his forehead, bringing the phone away to see it had disconnected. The feeling of worry suffocated him.

Against protocol, Everett did the necessary means to track the location of the Y/n’s phone. Each second felt like a lifetime with Everett moving at a fast pace to the elevators. Finally he pinged the last cell tower Y/n was near, putting her at the Avengers Compound. Clutching his fist in victory, Everett dialed anyone and everyone he could, “Get everyone you know—I need EMS and all personnel at Avengers Compound stat.”

When hours passed and the chaos ended, Y/n felt like the weight was still on her shoulders. Yeah, they defeated the 2014 version of Thanos. Yeah, they won. But at what cost? Joining Natasha in the afterlife was none other than Iron Man himself. Tony did the unthinkable—he sacrificed himself.

Strange was right when their only chance was one in fifteen million. The one chance which took another friend.

Y/n didn’t even have the energy to flinch or wipe her tears as a medic tended to her wounds. There was a deep cut to her forehead—most definitely would need stitches, her side was on fire from the broken rip she stained. Blood coated her bottom lip and her left ear when a creature had ripped some of her piercings out. She was thankful none of her tattoos got messed up—even the one behind her right ear.

“Thank you,” she murmured with a hoarse voice when the medic handed her a water bottle. The cold liquid was refreshing and relieving against her throat. Y/n downed it in just a few large gulps.

“I just need to stitch this up,” they waved a finger around the gash to her temple, “then we’ll get you on the next truck out to the hospital.”

Y/n protested with a shake of the head, “No, I don’t need a hospital.” The medic looked at her with disapproval.

“You could possibly have a concussion. And a broken rib—.”

“Oh it’s broken I can tell you that,” the woman winced when she adjusted her position. Yeah, it was broken—or slightly fractured. The amount of times Y/n had broken a rib was not uncommon for the job she had, but the number was starting to become a concern. Being a superhero came with its flaws. “Don’t need x-rays because I sure as hell feel it.”

The medic tsked, “see. But you need X-rays, Miss. L/n.” They began to clean and stitch the wound.

“I’ll go tomorrow,” Y/n insisted, but they weren’t having it. They went to open their mouth, but were cut off by another voice entering the picture.

“I’ll make sure she gets to a hospital. Tonight.”

The whole world around Y/n froze. It was one thing to hear him on the phone after five years, but to know he was standing right next to her, Y/n was glad she was sitting. Otherwise she’d be on the ground.

Slowly, Y/n turned her head—a sob leaving her at the sight of Everett standing in his usual grey suit and silver hair. Not caring the medic was in the middle of stitching her, Y/n leaped from her position into his open arms. Head going to his neck, Y/n tightened her arms around Everett and cried. There was no stopping the tears.

“You’re really here.” Pulling away, Y/n cupped his face in her hands. Her tears mixed with the dried blood, but she didn’t care. Hiccuping, Y/n let her thumb brush over his cheek. “Oh, God, Ev—I can’t believe it.”

Everett’s own eyes shined, and a lone tear fell which she wiped away. He took one of her hands in his, pressing it to his lips. “I’m here, darling. I’m right here.”

The smile she wore was so wide. “You don’t know how happy I am, Ev. It’s been—.”

“I know,” he gently cut her off, bringing her closer to him. “Too damn long.” Y/n leaned into his touch, feeling another wave of emotion as their last conversation replayed in her head. As much as she wanted to forget it it continued to haunt her.

“I’m so sorry about that day,” there was a waver in her tone as she tried to keep it together. “I never meant what I said—I was angry and I regretted it every day. For five long years I wished I could take it back if it meant you never left.”

“I’m sorry too, Y/n,” another tear rolled down his cheek. Like the Avenger, Everett was feeling immense guilt and regret. For the entire time he was dusted Y/n had to live with the memory of their argument and knowing the last thing he called her was a criminal. What had been three days for Everett, was five long years for Y/n. “I should’ve never called you that—I was an asshole and you didn’t deserve my anger being taken out on you. I have never thought of you as—.”

“Ev,” she caressed his face again and touched their foreheads. “I forgive you. We were both angry and scared. Ross was pressuring you and I chose my path—knowing the consequences. The things we said are meaningless now. Jesus Christ, I don’t want to go another day with either of us feeling this way.”

“Me too, baby,” he agreed with a smile. The warmth and love filling Y/n was the best feeling she had in five years. As the two leaned in to finally kiss, a cough interrupted them.

“I’m sorry to break this happy reunion,” the medic sheepishly tapped the Avengers shoulder, causing Y/n to pull away. “But I need to finish stitching you up.” It was then Y/n’s vision caught the thin piece of thread hanging from her temple.

Everett blushed while the woman smiled shyly at the medic, “Sorry.” Sitting back down, Y/n leaned against Everett’s side as the EMT continued their work. It only took a few minutes before they were done and reminded her to go to the hospital. “Alright, boss,” she caved in. “I’ll go. Get it over and done with.”

“I’ll take her, don’t worry,” Everett assured, making Y/n roll her eyes. He gave her a pointed look, taking her hand and guiding her away from the ambulance. A few words between the agent and his colleagues were exchanged before they stopped by Steve to let him know they were heading to the hospital.

The captain nodded, bringing Y/n into a hug and replied, “I’ll meet you there once things settle.” They said their goodbyes, waving to the others as they passed until they finally reached Everetts SUV.

“I can do it myself, Ev,” Y/n groaned when he tried to help her into the passenger seat. It didn’t help that she was grimacing from the pain in her side. When she finally got her ass in the seat, the Avenger let out a huff.

The man glared, bringing the seatbelt around to buckle her in. “You’re hurt and I’m not blind.” His lips pressed to her cheek when she pouted. “Just sit tight, Y/n. Before you know it we’ll get you checked out and back home.” The one word sent a flood of euphoria to her veins.

“Home?” The softness of her voice had Everett pause when he went to shut the door. Gazing into her eyes, Everett could see how happy Y/n was just by the implication. It was enough to make her cry.

That his home was hers and vice versa.

Bringing his palm to her cheek, the woman instinctively leaning into it, Everett kissed Y/n and poured all his love into it. Her nose bumped with his, responding with the same affection. Hell, Y/n could literally feel her heart skip the second their lips touched.

“Home. Where we belong.”

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not a soldat | part 8.

Summary: Y/N L/N is not a superhero. No serums, no agencies. Just a civilian from a long line of family that’s served in the military. Y/N’s a history buff and bit of a spy in her own special way. This somehow lands her in trouble she never saw coming and straight into the hands of Falcon, Captain America, and Black Widow… if she doesn’t get caught in the unbreakable grasp of the Winter Soldier first.

Warning for the Series: violence, angst, slow burn

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The sound of Steve’s shield banging against the safe bunker that Zemo was becoming louder with each footstep you took to where they were. Rusted. Everyone else was too preoccupied fighting the soldiers to help him get to Zemo or help get Bucky out. Seventeen. You were pushing yourself to go faster. Daybreak. Bucky froze before running up to the bunker that held Zemo and punching at him with all his might. Furnace. You had taken a wrong turn but quickly rerouted yourself. Nine. Even Wanda couldn’t stop the soldiers, they fought in too close combat to let her get a chance to use her powers. Benign. Tony had moved Rhodey into a corner, the only thing he could manage to do after seeing the video of Bucky killing his parents. Homecoming. Peter barely missed the punch of a soldier and Clint became very protective over the obviously young Avenger.

“(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?!”

Tony yelled, finally snapping to attention. One. Bucky turned around in shock hearing your name.

“Freight car.”

“No!” the others yelled.

“Attack them,” Zemo said. “Kill them all and then yourself.”

Steve, being the closest, braced himself for a blow that never happened. For whatever reason, Bucky didn’t move.

“I said attack them.”

You didn’t stop looking at Bucky. Maybe it was dumb but you showed him the gun and threw it away from you back into the hallway you came from. You grabbed the knife and slid it across the floor. Bucky didn’t make a move to grab it, not right away.

“Soldat?” you asked, tentatively.

“готов соблюдать.”

“I don’t speak Russian.”

“Ready to comply,” he switched to English without a second thought.  

“Will you help us stop the rest of them? The other Winter Soldiers,” you added quickly as you watched Bucky’s eyes scan the room trying to figure out who the ‘us’ was versus the ‘them’.

Bucky nodded and began to work with Steve. They didn’t have time to process you screaming ‘no’ as you watched Zemo shoot himself. His revenge had failed and he wanted to be with his family. If his plan had succeeded, that was always the ending for him— returning to his family.

You focused on the rest of the room to see they had put down all the other soldiers. Bucky stood straight and everyone was on eggshells. They watched him pick up the knife and place it in your palm. He waited with no expression for your next instruction.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to turn it off. I don’t know the word… come back, Bucky.”

He didn’t turn off but followed you to the quinjet that was brought back around.

“What’s wrong with him?” Ross asked as you stepped off of the quinjet. He was surrounded by guards and other heads of security from different countries.

“Zemo said the words,” Steve explained.

“Why isn’t he locked up? He’s still—”

“Under her control.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Zemo said the words and Buck turned around and followed her.”

You watched the way Ross cringed and everyone knew Steve had somehow just said the wrong thing. Before they could stop it, you and Bucky were being arrested. The most Ross could do was tell them to be gentle and put you both in the same cell.

“The other countries won’t compromise,” the Secretary said as he came into the office room. “Now they want to know if she’s really who she says.”

“You’re fucking kidding, we have a paper trail of her.”

“Up until the safehouse. They want the negotiation and the hearings all at once, get it all done over the next few days of testimonies.”

“Testimonies?!” Nick had to step in.

“It’s a trial. They can say what they want and pretend it’s a hearing but I know those people. It’s my job to be in and out of those circles. This will be a trial and then hearing, then renegotiation all tied in one. All publicly broadcast. I’m sorry. It starts tomorrow, we don’t even have time to prep her.”

“This is bullshit.”

“I’m aware.”

“And Barnes?” Ross asked.

“Right now, she might have to speak for both of them.”

There were many suit options laid out for you. You went with whatever they suggested, Bucky being matched in a complementary color. Even after sleeping, he was still in Winter Soldier mode which required you to be escorted by armed guards into the UN conference room.

You sat down at the panel table, Bucky next to you. You spoke for what felt like hours before they declared it done for the day— you weren’t sure what could be done, so far you started at when you met Sam and had only gotten up to Bucky seeing you for the first time in the marketplace. But you also recognized it was late at night.

The Avengers watched you and Bucky’s cell on the cameras, T’Challa had raced back the minute he heard. The blue prison jumpsuits were ridiculous to them but right now they were fighting against the whole UN. Even the Secretary knew that the Accords needed to be redone, if this was the thanks they gave you then maybe they were all wrong as well. Tony wanted to be pissed at Bucky, even end the Winter Soldier but he wasn’t going to be like the UN.

He wasn’t going to ignore but actually listen and he was struggling but trying to come to the understanding that it was out of Bucky’s control. Besides, Tony couldn’t continue to be mad as he watched you struggle so hard to crack Barnes even just a little bit.

“Soldat?”

He looked up from your dinner at you. You had learned in the quinjet that was all he seemed to respond to sometimes. You didn’t know what HYDRA did to him specifically, they took careful and strange notes. But it was clear Bucky wasn’t allowed to speak or speak that freely.

“I didn’t say the words but you listened to me. Why?”

Bucky didn’t answer but finished eating. He wouldn’t get on his bed either. The Avengers watched you sigh before getting on your cot, Bucky sitting on the floor with his back against it. He looked at your face and just stared until confirming your eyes were firmly shut and your breathing had evened out to a slow rhythm. He stopped looking and settled down a little more, closing his own eyes. It continued like that for days two and three.

Ross felt comfortable knowing that a lot of the general public was on you and Bucky’s side. Did that mean the countries would be? No. But even governments were susceptible to public influence and approval. They continued to watch you and Bucky in the cells every day up until you went to sleep.

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Day four was the last day of your hearing and they had moved on to renegotiations of the Accords, the verdict of what you said would be decided after that. So until then, you and Bucky were stuck in your cell.

“We have the breakthrough.”

Everyone turned at Tony’s words from the paperwork of the Accords back to the camera monitors. Bucky had pulled away when you moved to his metal arm. You frowned and reached for his arm again. He let you grab his hand this time.

“Soldat? Will you answer me?”

You never gave Bucky orders only asking questions to try and keep him in control, even if it was only performative. You squeezed his hand, knowing that the censors in the metal could feel it.

“Yes.”

You blinked in surprise. The others watching in the office room completely abandoned the Accords to watch. Ross had them zoom in to focus more on you two.

“Why did you listen to me?”

Bucky blinked. He looked down in thought before meeting your eyes again.

“I trust you with my life.”

The monitoring room couldn’t have gotten more silent. Rhodey sat up straighter.

“Is he saying he gave her control?”

“He knew Zemo was going to turn him so he did the best he could,” Sharon said.

“Buck’s always been a fighter.”

You pulled the tags from underneath the jumpsuit. “Do you recognize these?”

“I gave them to you.”

Sharon looked at the monitors and nodded absentmindedly while watching Bucky. “He used his last bit of free will to tell the soldier that she was in charge and no one else.”

“Do you know who you are?” you asked him.

“The Asset.”

“No. Do you know who you are?”

“The Asset.”

“No! No.”

You were trying to keep your voice calm but you were struggling. They watched you squeeze Bucky’s hand. He removed his hand from yours and wiped your tears with his thumb, taking care to be extra gentle with the metal hand. There was still no expression in his face. Everyone in the monitoring office knew that move wasn’t something the Winter Soldier would do.

“She’s getting somewhere,” Nat said, not believing. “Barnes might be with us.”

You looked at Bucky when his hand fell from your face.

“Do you know who you are?”

“The A— Soldat?” Bucky asked, slightly confused.

“Bucky. You’re Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th.”

You watched the shift in Bucky’s eyes flash briefly when his fingers tapped against yours in the door knocking pattern. You stood up abruptly. Bucky’s eyes stayed on yours as you faced the security camera of the cells.

“I need Bucky’s notebook! I need the binder with his 1940s notebook and a pen!”

“Do we have that recovered from their apartments?” The Secretary asked.

They sent an assistant to scour the storage room for your binder that had Bucky’s notes transcribed. The UN knew they were on thin ice when it came to you and Bucky so they let Ross and S.H.I.E.L.D. give you the binder. You balanced the binder on your legs and took Bucky’s hand.

“I don’t really know what the point of starting this is,” you began to read the first page. “But Clark—”

You felt Bucky’s hand tap the pattern on yours and you circled the word ‘Clark’ and dogeared the page before continuing reading. They watched as you continued reading, pencil tapping along the binder as you seemed to wait in anticipation. You finished more pages before getting to the part about Captain America.

“Is the clown—”

A second tap of the pattern that resulted in you circling the word and dogearing the page again.

“What is she doing?” Sam asked.

Nick smiled. “Her job.”

“She’s trying to figure out Barnes’ decoding,” Nat said.

“Your historian,” Ross started. “You picked a good one. I can see why HYDRA had her watched.”

They went back to negotiating the Accords while you worked on Bucky. The general public wasn’t as interested in the contract talks, and neither was the press. Every question in the conferences after the meetings were about you and Bucky. The UN was trying to finish the Accords quickly and get back to your hearing— and it looked like they were swinging mainly in the Avengers’ favor. Despite Sokovia and everything else, people generally felt safer with the Avengers around.

You had relentlessly read Bucky’s journal until you had gotten all the words, or what you hoped was all the words since you had reached the end of his journal. Writing down all the words on another sheet of paper, you began to organize them into every sequence you could think of. Failing miserably with the first few when you were only greeted with the icy stare and the answer of Soldat when you asked Bucky who he was— he very quickly picked up that saying asset made you very upset but soldat, while the wrong answer wouldn’t make you emotional.

“Okay let’s try this one. Clown, 107th, dame, life, Clark, hard ground, howling, sniper, radio… do you know who you are?”

“Do you know how to speak Romanian yet?”

The binder went flying as you flung yourself into Bucky’s arms. He gently traced where he could see the chain of his tags around your neck. Bucky pulled on the necklace lightly and clutched the actual tags in his hand before dropping them. Ross ordered them to get you both out of the cell and into the monitoring office where the rest of the team was after they saw it.

Sam hugged you as you entered the room, Steve quickly behind offering lots of thanks. Since day one, you were a defender of Bucky as much as he was and for that Steve was forever grateful. You and Bucky sat down at the table, both requesting tea when asked for a drink.

“How did you know?” Ross asked you.

“He grabbed my hand when I said 107th. The Winter Soldier is blank and random but Bucky Barnes was a real person. They needed personal words to bring him back, Bucky’s journal was the only thing of his HYDRA could’ve had at some point. I just had to figure out the order.”

T’Challa vouched for you and Bucky at the hearing and even the UN couldn’t dispute it. There was no evidence to start a real case. You were no agent for anything and Bucky was a prisoner of war. Instead of getting to go back to you and Bucky’s quiet Romanian life, he took up the offer from T’Challa to see if Wakanda could do something about his programming— only if you came with him. Steve and the others promised to visit as much as they could when they weren’t on missions.

“This is General Okoye,” T’Challa introduced you to a woman who was waiting on a ship.

She shook your hand and smiled. “You come at a lucky time, in the next two months is T’Challa’s official coronation.”

You watched in awe as the ship entered the Wakandan forcefield, the place no longer looking like a third world jungle but one of the most advanced cities you had ever seen. T’Challa patted you on the shoulder.

“It never gets old.”

(Part 9)...

#bucky x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

[writeturnlove]

Summary: Your friend, James Buchanan Barnes, always comes over to your place to hang out with all of your mutual friends. Then one night, Bucky comes over alone and he wants to do a little more than just hang out. The late night visits quickly turn into something unexpected and you soon realize your world has turned upside down...in more ways than one.

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Black Female Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, sex, NSFW, hurt, comfort, and a few tears.

Stay With Me

By V.C. Turner

It started about a month ago. A knock sounded on my door and I opened it after I looked through the peephole. Bucky Barnes stood on my doorstep, donning his red Henley shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. He looked like he had something on his mind that he wanted to discuss. I waved him inside. He’s a friend and I usually did my best to help him out when I could. Once he walked inside, he wrapped his right hand around mine and led me to the bedroom.

Since he often had nightmares, I figured he just wanted someone to cuddle with; to keep him company so he could fight the demons of his past as they assaulted him in his sleep. I get that. I’m nice and plump. I’ve been called a cute little Teddy Bear because of that fact.

That first night, he stripped down to his boxers and a t-shirt, then he slipped between the covers of my bed as if he belonged there. I slid in bed and scooted down on my pillow. I didn’t expect him to pull me into his arms, but he did. He gave me a light squeeze and held onto me...like a teddy bear. After several minutes, I felt his breathing slow and a soft snore exited his throat. I patted his forearm and snuggled into his embrace before I fell asleep.

I woke up first that following morning. I didn’t know what he wanted, but had he wanted to talk, he would have done so. I turned over and watched him sleep for another hour. Once he began stirring, I slipped out of bed and started to make breakfast. I made enough for two, but it wasn’t necessary.

I heard shuffling in the bedroom. Once I looked up, he was walking to the door. He gave me a half smile, a quick nod, and left. I swallowed hard and continued making a meal that I would eventually eat alone.

I went to work, not knowing what, if anything to say to him about the previous night. I made sure to carefully study my computer screen when he passed by my office and stopped in to say hello.

“Hey, y/n,” he said in his usual tone.

“Hey, Buck,” I said back.

I looked into his eyes and saw nothing different than any other morning. He behaved as though him coming to bed and sleeping over at my place was something normal. It wasn’t. We were just friends. He never came over alone… until the night he did.

“What’s up?” he asked, taking a bite of a donut.

“I’m just trying to decipher some of the ledgers you guys found at the last Hydra base. Secretary Ross wants an update from all the analysts by the end of the week,” I told him, briefly scanning his features for anything that resembled a deeper familiarity.

Nothing.

“We’re getting ready for the next operation, running drills in the simulator,” Bucky explained.

I nodded my head and gave him a half smile.

“You guys will kick ass,” I said.

Sam and Steve walked by in the hallway, glancing in before continuing on their way. Bucky acknowledged them and said “Later” to me before heading back out the door.

Nothing.

I ignored the twist in my stomach. It was just cuddling anyway. Why would he want anything more than a comfy, human pillow? I guess my brown-skinned, thick ass fit the bill last night, but it was a one time thing, probably done out of desperation.

I continued my work for the rest of the day, doing research and analysis and answering questions of people in the agency that needed my expertise. The day ended without incident. I stopped by and grabbed a chef salad from the deli on the way home. I changed into a long tank top, propped up my feet, ate my dinner, and fell asleep on the couch. It was a typical night for me.

The knock at my door scared the shit out of me. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock, which read 2:05 a.m. With my heart pounding in my chest, I looked and saw it was James Buchanan Barnes at my door again. I opened it. He walked inside, his right arm brushing against my chest as he passed me.

I was about to ask him what was going on when he looked me up and down. I’d forgotten that all I was wearing was a tank top. My panties, thighs, and everything out on display because I didn’t expect anyone else would see it. He swallowed, then reached for my hand and for some reason I gave it to him.

Bucky led me back to the bedroom again. He stripped off his t-shirt and jeans and crawled into bed. I followed the same routine as the night before. I slid in bed next to him, facing away from the super soldier as I covered myself up with the sheets and comforter.

I was about to say “goodnight,” to him when I felt his hand run from my shoulder, along my side, down to my hips and then eventually my thighs. It felt somewhere between a caress and a massage. I tried to ignore the fire that built up in my core. He didn’t want me like that. He would never want me like that. He was just being friendly, I told myself. He’d stop soon.

But he didn’t stop.

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