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Completed AO3 Fics Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: April 13th, 2024

part one

1796 broadway (ao3) - rainproof, teaberryblue steve/tony, bruce/natasha M, 460k

Summary: Captain America respectfully requests that all complaints be addressed to him in writing. On paper, the nice old-fashioned way, because the computer screen hurts his eyes.

Put your phone down, Tony.

A Parent Apparent (ao3) - happyaspie pepper/tony T, 528k

Summary: In which the author indulges herself in some shameless Irondad/Spiderson with fluff, angst and everything in between because she needs more of that in her life.

Just another one of those, oh so overdone, fanfics where Tony and Peter's relationship grows into more of a father/son relationship after an accident involving Aunt May (who lives)

cascades. (ao3) - orange_crushed steve/bucky, peggy/gabe M, 152k

Summary: “Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean.

“Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.

Children of the Old Moon(ao3) - old_blue stephen/sam M, 78k

Summary: After an encounter with a supernatural killer goes wrong, Stephen is pulled into another world. There, he meets a very familiar face...

Now he just needs to catch the murderer, save the multiverse, and find a way back home.

Curious Scars (ao3) - Amerna darcy/steve M, 95k

Summary: Darcy Lewis’ first solo mission as a SHIELD agent was supposed to be easy: Get to Germany, retrieve the data, get out. With Captain America as backup nothing bad could happen, right? But when Steve and Darcy wake up two weeks later in a hospital in Brazil with no recollection of what happened, SHIELD ready to arrest them for going AWOL, and married to each other, things start to get weird. They struggle to piece together what happened to them: Where did they go? What did they do? Why can they not remember anything? And why on earth would they get married to each other?

darkness will be rewritten (ao3) - princessironspider natasha/tony N/R, 104k

Summary: Peter is Tony’s biological child.

Natasha Romanoff has been married to Tony Stark secretly for years.

What would the movies be like if this were the case?

Everything She Didn't Know She Wanted (ao3) - bluecurls bucky/darcy/steve E, 137k

Summary: Knowing she had two soulmates comforted Darcy Lewis during the toughest moments of her life.

Then she met them.

Life On The Farm (ao3) - BeenAsleepFor70Years clint/laura, bruce/natasha, steve/bucky, jane/thor, pepper/tony, scott/hope G, 101k

Summary: Set after Civil War. Stories about Team Cap (minus Bucky) and friends hiding out on Clint's farm.

maybe we can’t be okay (but maybe we’ll try anyway) (ao3) - impravidus, notapartytrick steve/bucky, pepper/tony T, 68k

Summary: The Avengers thought it would be a simple mission. Kill the giant, sixty foot worm monsters, head home and maybe take an hour long shower to get the worm guts off. But when they come across a hidden town in the depths of the forest, the last thing they’re expecting to find is a secret underground base and a fourteen year old boy sticking to the ceiling.

The team finds themselves becoming a dysfunctional family to the teen while he learns how to find a life out of captivity.

Featuring dolphins, puzzles, and frosting art.

On the Streets Where You Live (ao3) - secretkeeper karl/stephen M, 276k

Summary: When single parents Karl Mordo and Stephen Strange meet while bringing their children to school, a tentative bond is formed between the men and their children. But as time goes on, Karl's past as well as Stephen's secrets will challenge their families and their relationship in ways that neither imagined possible.

peter's stars (ao3) - IronPengu, parkrstark steve/tony T, 175k

Summary: Steve and Peter lose their apartment and are kicked out on the streets. Steve has to juggle between jobs to earn whatever money he can, take care of his son while resfusing to let him realize how much they're trouble in, and keep them warm and safe on the city streets in winter.

So, he really doesn't have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can't let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there's no way he'd still want him...right?

pirate’s heart (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight bucky/steve/tony E, 267k

Summary: The 1700s, the Golden Age of Piracy, and Captain Steve Rogers has all he wants: a ship, a loyal crew, Bucky at his side, and the horizon offering a new adventure everyday. But an impulsive kiss gone wrong leads to a marriage between Steve and Tony Stark, and now Steve doesn’t know what to do about ANYTHING. Steve loves Bucky, but something about Tony draws him in. Tony is too innocent for this life, but he picks up a sword anyway. Bucky is Steve’s, but when he offers his hand to Tony and now the three of them are something new. When the truth about Steve’s mission to ruin the Stark name comes out, Tony runs away, leaving Steve and Bucky behind in search of answers to the secrets hidden from him his whole life– about his company, about Uncle Obie, about his parents death.

Steve and Bucky cant abandon their mission against Stane and Tony cant deal with the answers he finds in New York. Is this the end? Is Tony gone forever? Or will he leave his old life and return to the sea and the Pirates that hold his heart?

rock me gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter M, 479k

Summary: “She is our–She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just–out of sync at the moment.”

show me what i’m looking for (ao3) - JamieB93 mj/peter, pepper/tony M, 381k

Summary: Peter Parker has spent the last year struggling to believe he has finally found a place he belongs. He has come a long way and whilst there is still a way to go, Peter begins to blossom and open himself up to the world. Which brings with it all the usual teenage dramas.

A touch damaged and more than a little rough around the edges, Peter is very often his own worst enemy. Still plagued by the scars of a traumatic past and newer challenges - it seems Peter’s happy ending might not be so easily in reach.

Steve Rogers Is A Child (ao3) - LagLemon steve/tony, clint/phil M, 290k

Summary: Tony gets into fights with Steve all the time and it's driving him insane. Sure, he's not the nicest guy in the world, but all he did was steal a little of the guy's sesame seed bagel - he didn't deserve to get yelled at for something stupid like that.

After drowning his sorrows in hot chocolate and complaining to Pepper about what happened, Tony gets a phone call from Natasha telling him to hurry back home. Something's happened - Steve has been attacked and he's not quite the same man he once was - he's been turned into a child.

With Steve out of commission, the team struggles with what to do and Tony finds himself filling roles he had never expected: babysitter and friend.

The Contract (ao3) - Laily loki/stephen M, 60k

Summary: An awkward dinner party brings Doctor Stephen Strange and Loki of Asgard together; though ill-at-ease, still they seek the company of each other, being the odd ones out. One wakes up somewhat rested, the other in the worst pain of his life.

Thor is not a happy camper.

The Puzzle that is Peter Parker (ao3) - Neuropsyche pepper/tony T, 279k

Summary: Peter is reeling from the after-effects of the spider bite and seeks out Tony Stark. If anyone can teach him how to be a superhero, it's Ironman, right? Tony isn't impressed at being stalked by an eight year old

Time After Time (ao3) - fancylances tony/stephen T, 47k

Summary: Tony Stark is unstuck in time. Stephen Strange might just be the only person in the universe qualified enough to help.

Two-Point Perspective (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony E, 109k

Summary: Dear omega,

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If there is some reason why you cannot be bonded on this date, please apply for an extension by calling 1-800-555-6827 within 7 days of receiving this letter.

Sincerely, National Omega Services

We'll Haunt This Place (The Two of Us) (ao3) - ElloPoppet clint/steve, sam/bucky E, 25k

Summary: Huh. Captain America showing up at his farm unannounced in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon with a suitcase. Somehow, not the strangest thing to ever happen to Clint. Not even the strangest way he had been woken from a nap, honestly.

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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Shadows of the Past

Part 50 (Part 49)

A/N - I wrote 49, 50 & 51 out of order lol (do not ask me how) so here are 49 & 50... 51 will be most likely be posted on Saturday 💚

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(LOKI POV)

You and Thor make your way quickly to the conference room and arrive before the rest of the team. You place the box on the table and unpack the files into three piles, the escapees from the Raft, the scientists from Bulgaria and the unknown scientists. Thor takes his usual seat at the table but you pace anxiously around the room until the door swings open, about twenty minutes later.

"Seriously Reindeer Games, I know you aren't sleeping but do you have any idea what time it is?" Stark asks as he walks into the room, followed by Clint and Banner.

"I don't actually," you answer, barely phased by his tone.

Clint and Banner yawn as they take their seats but Stark takes a sip of coffee as he walks over to the files and flips open the top one. The door opens again a few minutes later Nat, Steve, Sam and Bucky walk into the room. You continue to pace, fidgeting with your fingers as you wish the rest of the team would hurry up. Finally Hill and Fury arrive and he doesn’t look happy.

“Who the hell called this meeting so late? It’s almost midnight,” he said in his usual annoyed tone as he closed the door behind him.

“I think I know where Y/N is,” you respond and everyone instantly looks more awake.

"What?" Clint says, sitting up quickly.

“How?” Steve asks.

Nat leans forward in her seat, “We haven’t had a solid lead in a week, how did you find her?"

"Honestly, I think Y/N figured it out," you tell them and they look at you confused.

You hand Steve the list of names, “I found this list hidden in her office. She has been tracking & researching these specific Hydra scientists for months, it looks like it goes back to our first mission in Bulgaria.”

“I remember her coming back from that mission convinced that base was part of something larger, not just the typical super solider serum,” Nat says, vaguely gesturing towards Bucky who rolls his eyes.

Stark looks up from the file he is reading, “This isn’t one of the scientists from Bulgaria. His file says he was stationed at a base in Germany and then Brazil before he was captured.”

“Right... but he is one of the scientists who escaped from the Raft with Sarah and Marc. All the ones in that pile are,” you point to one of the stacks.

“How could she have known who was going to be involved in the escape before it happened?” Bucky asked and you shrug.

“Because she was tracking internal Hydra recruitment,” Hill says.

“What?” you ask.

“She had come to me & Fury about a month after the Bulgaria mission with some of the names on this list. She also had uncovered a lead as to why Pierce was there. We told her to keep digging but not to tell anyone,” Hill explains.

“That was why these files were in her room, not in her office?” Steve asks.

Hill nods, “This was research project needed to be conducted as far under the radar as possible. We needed to make sure there was no trail, just in case SHIELD had been compromised by Hydra again.”

You can’t help wondering if Y/N didn’t trust you enough to tell you about this but you shake the thought from your head and ask, “What did she find out about Pierce?”

“She discovered that was where they brought Pierce’s body after Fury shot him,” Hill answers.

Everyone sat in silence waiting for her to continue, “The head of the Hydra lab in Bulgaria is Dr. Anna Penka. She had been gathering scientists with various different backgrounds to join her project there over the last few years. The ones who escaped the Raft were on the list because they were the next ones Dr. Penka had tapped for recruitment. This pile, these are scientists who were formerly involved in the project... and have since gone missing.”

“Gone missing?” Sam asked.

Fury nodded, “Our working theory was that they had failed in their new roles and were silenced.”

“If all of this revolves around the base in Bulgaria, we need to go there now,” you say urgently. “If they are willing to kill their own scientists to keep whatever this project is a secret, who knows what they are doing to Y/N?”

“But we flew the drones over that base already, there was nothing there,” Clint reminds you.

“Clint’s right, the lab there had been abandoned for months. Probably since that mission. All the scans of the area show even the hospital closed down,” Tony agrees.

“We have to look again,” you say, not wanting to listen to them.

“Loki, I told you we already looked-” Tony says but you interrupt him.

“I don’t care!” you say loudly, not realizing you shook everything in the room when you slammed your fist on the table.

“Brother,” Thor says calmly and you take a deep breath before looking at him.

“I- I need to find her,” you talk only to Thor. “She has to be there, it doesn’t make sense for her to be anywhere else.”

“I know,” he agrees. “So we are going to look there again,” he says looking around the room at the rest of the team.

“Ok... first thing in the morning, I’ll send the drones over again. They can do another sweep, we can increase the search area,” Tony says.

“No,” you shake your head. “I don’t trust your drones, they couldn’t detect the Hydra agents hiding in the warehouse.”

“I told you, that was only because Hydra had gotten to one of the techs flying them,” he countered.

Before you could argue back Thor put his hand on your shoulder. “That may have been the case but I am with Loki on this. Nat, can you have the jet ready in the morning?” he asks.

She nods, “We can take off an hour after sunrise.”

“Good,” Thor responds.

You look up at Steve and Bucky as they come towards you. “Don’t think you’re going without us,” Steve says.

“Thank you,” you tell them both.

The rest of the team decides to turn in for the night, they will monitor your mission from the control room & continue to send out drones to the other Hydra bases. You, Thor, Steve, Bucky and Nat remain in the conference room for another hour discussing the plan for the next day. There is not much to go over since you do not know what you will find when you arrive. The plan mostly consists of hoping Y/N is there, killing anyone in your way and bringing her home.

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Burn The Witch 3 - Ensnared [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns.

Summary: Things aren’t always what they seem to be.

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Finding out that the target you had been assigned to seduce and manipulate for information was actually a good person had its advantages and disadvantages.

For starters, the biggest advantage was that now you could prepare a strategy based on his personality. After all, good people were easier to trick, it was the people like you that would’ve given you a hard time if the roles were reversed. You had been taught to approach everyone with suspicion and pinpoint their weak spots to use against them and as it turned out, Bucky didn’t adapt the same strategy when it came to other people.

The disadvantage? You had no idea how to deal with that.

For years and years you had been trained to kill, lie, manipulate and not look back or feel guilty about any of it because you were told that all your targets were the kind of people that would’ve harmed you or others if they had the chance; so Bucky not being evil was surprising at the very least.

The infamous Winter Soldier hadn’t tried to hurt you when he was under attack, hadn’t tried to use you as a leverage to get out of there unlike what you would’ve done if the roles were reversed.

Needless to say, you were confused as hell.

“I mean when you think about it, it’s not surprising that he’s a good guy,” Chloe said, resting her feet on the table in the empty conference room, “Didn’t he fight against Thanos with Steve Rogers and everyone else?”

“I would’ve fought in that war if I could as well, it doesn’t mean that I’m a good person.”

She pouted, “That’s debatable. I think you’re a great person.”

“No I’m not. I swear to you I’m not.”

“Come on, you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“If it were me, I would’ve pushed him into the line of fire without a second thought.”

“Exactly. We’re terrible people and we acknowledge that, Chloe.” Keith said as you tapped your pencil on the file,

“Back to the first impression strategy, guys. How do I meet Barnes?”

“Hold on, before we continue with the strategy you need to give me an answer about your cover job,” Chloe said, “We can’t have him suspect you’re hiding anything from him. Jobs are a huge part of someone’s life, it’ll come up.”

Keith raised his head, “What are the options?”

“Oh you know, the usual. Sales assistant, retail—“

“The last time you put me in retail for an undercover job, I ended up punching a customer.” he cut her off, “I vote no to the retail.”

“I’m sure they had it coming,” you deadpanned and Chloe hmmed.

“Fast food?”

“No, it makes my hair smell bad.”

“There’s a milkshake shop I can put you in, it doesn’t smell bad. It’s close to the coffee shop he and Wilson get their coffee from.”

“What’s the catch?”

A small grin pulled at her lips, “It’ll be good for the mission.”

You frowned as Keith sat up straighter, curiosity written all over his face. “Chloe? Share your devious plans with the class please?”

“It’s a retro milkshake shop and the uniforms are like….1940s pin up meets 1950s diner waitress.”

Keith started laughing and you stared at Chloe before letting out a groan, burying your face into your palms.

“I hate you so much.”

“Come on, it’s going to be Bucky Barnes’ wet dream, you know that!” Keith said, “On a completely unrelated note, can I see those uniforms?”

“No!” you snatched the phone from Chloe’s hand before Keith could take a look, “No you can’t!”

“I’m so going to take pictures, and when you become a handler I will use them to humble you.”

“I will shoot you if you do that, and can you please focus?” you insisted, “I have a meeting with General soon, and he will ask me about the strategy and I can’t go there with no ideas.”

“Just find something you and Barnes are interested in both, that never failed me,” Keith paused, “Well that, and my good looks.”

Chloe turned to look at him, “I gave her a huge file containing everything there is to know about him,” she said, “It will help her to make him fall in love, but meeting him is something else.”

“Guys,” he rolled his eyes “What are you, fifteen? It’s incredibly easy to meet people.”

“No, it’s incredibly easy to meet civilians,” you corrected him, “Or the bad guys. It’s not like Barnes goes to bars or anything, he’s not very social.”

“Yeah I get that but he has to do something.” he insisted, “Just hand me the file, are you sure you didn’t miss anything?”

“We didn’t—he does the same thing every superhero does,” Chloe threw her hands up, “He saves people if they’re in need, but how are we going to use that?”

You opened your mouth to answer but when the thought struck you, you took a sharp breath, narrowing your eyes. A smile lit up your face, the plan slowly forming in your mind and Keith frowned at you over the file.

“Y/N you’re smiling,” he reminded you, “It’s creepy when you do it genuinely.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” you asked as you turned to Chloe, “You’re right. Superheroes save people, and—and Barnes is not only a superhero, but he’s also a good guy right? He didn’t use me as a leverage while getting out of there, so he cares about people’s wellbeing, so to speak.”

“Yeah?”

You snapped your fingers, “I need to find someone to shoot me.”

“Same, you’re not special.”

Chloe gasped, “Keith!”

“Relax, she’s not serious.”

“No I’m very serious.”

He scowled, “Did you forget what happened when I accidentally shot you on a mission three years ago? It was just one time and you bitched at me for a whole month. You found me when I was working undercover in Brazil to show up at my apartment so that you could complain about it more, I don’t even know how you found my address, it was classified info.”

“I gave her your address.” Chloe held up a hand and Keith heaved a sigh.

“Thank you Brutus.”

“You had it coming,” you pointed out, “But forget about that for a second, okay? I think I just found our strategy. We’re going to use me as a bait.”

“What?”

“That’s how I’ll meet him. We will put me in a dangerous position and he will…” you tried to ignore the bitter taste at the back of your throat, “He will have to save me.”

“I’m sorry,” Chloe said, “He will help you and you will use that to lure him, did I get that right?”

“Exactly,” you grinned, “What better way to manipulate a hero than to give him somebody to save?”

She blinked a couple of times, then turned to Keith.

“Honestly, in times like these I wonder why I’m friends with you guys,” she commented, “Do you have any idea why on earth I’m friends with you?”

He shrugged his shoulders,

“I don’t know,” he said, “Because we’re fun when we’re not diabolical?”

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The plan was pretty simple, it would look like a robbery gone wrong. You would be accompanied by one of the lower ranking agents who would pose as a robber so that if he got caught while getting away, it would pose no threat to your cover afterwards, not to mention it couldn’t be traced back to you or the operation.

Of course, you had to make sure that Bucky would stay behind and meet you while Wilson chased the bad guy off. Based on your observations on Wilson, saving people always came first rather than punishing the other person, he put the safety of innocents before anything else, so you had to find a way for them to think Wilson was more suitable for the chase.

Motorcycle. The rookie agent would get away on a motorcycle, which would require Wilson to use his wings to gain speed on him.

But God, you just hated playing the damsel in distress.

“I just want to say I’m honored that you picked me for this mission,” the agent was almost buzzing with excitement in the back alley while you waited until Wilson and Barnes was anywhere within hearing distance. “I heard- I heard so much about you Shrike. Ma’am.”

You leaned your back to the wall, crossing your arms.

“Is it true that you once killed a target using just a pencil?” he asked, “Or that you took down five armed people with a dagger?”

You turned your head to look at him better, amusement making you smile.

“Or- or that you can get information out of someone in just five minutes?” he held his breath, “Or that your father-“

“Don’t talk about my father.” You cut him off, the harsh command leaving your lips almost too fast and you felt the slight guilt pulling at your heartstrings before you shook your head.

“You’re a good shot, right?” you asked, “I don’t want to get the bullet stuck in my arm, you’ll just graze me.”

“I’m a great shot ma’am, top of my class.”

“And you need to make it look believable. Remember, if Wilson catches you—“

“He will take me to the nearest police station, and I will stay there until an agent is sent to pick me up. But do you want me to get caught?”

“Try not to,” you shrugged your shoulders “But if he does, don’t worry about it. He has no reason to believe it’s anything more than some mugging.”

His phone beeped and he checked it, then took a deep breath, “Barnes and Wilson are within hearing distance. Are you ready?”

“Let’s do this,” you said and he grabbed his gun, then pointed it at your arm. You cleared your throat, looking over your shoulder before you turned to him and let out a very high scream, probably enough to reach the people nearby. He pulled the trigger and the gunshot echoed through the alley, a burning spreading all over your arm and making you fall to your knees.

“Are you okay?” he stepped closer to you and you tried to catch your breath.

“Go!” you hissed and he ran to the motorcycle before he rode away and as soon as he was out of your sight, Barnes and Wilson ran to the alley and you started sobbing, holding onto your arm which throbbed in pain.

Good news was he was a good shot, and he had managed to only graze you. But considering that your cover was a civilian, you doubted civilians were used to gunshot wounds, so you had to make it dramatic.

“Ma’am?” Wilson rushed to you with Barnes following him and you tried to breathe through sobs.

“Thank God, please help me—“ you sniffled and looked at the other side of the alley, breathing fast, “He took my wallet, and-and he had a motorcycle…”

“On it. Buck, stay with her.” Wilson said and ran out of the alley as Barnes crouched down to your level while you kept panting, your knees pulled to your chest, leaning back to the wall.

“Hi,” he smiled at you softly and you took a trembling breath, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Hello,” you managed to say as he stole a look at your arm before his eyes snapped back to yours.

“I’m Bucky,” he said, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Can I look at your arm, Y/N?”

You pursed your lips together, pretending to consider it before you raised your hand so that he could see the graze on your upper arm. He furrowed his brows for a moment, and carefully lifted your arm to see it better under the street lights while you sniffled again.

“Am I—am I going to die?” you stammered and he let out a small chuckle.

“No,” he said, “No you won’t. It’s just a graze, it doesn’t even look like it’ll need stitches. I promise.”

“But how do you know?”

“Let’s just say I’ve had my fair share of arm injuries.”

You tried to keep the look of confusion on your face before you slowly averted your gaze from him to his metal wrist and you gasped, your jaw dropping as if you were distracted from the pain.

“Bucky? As in Bucky Barnes?” you asked, “Wait, no. Right? Can’t be.”

A look of regret flashed over his face, apparently he thought that would scare you but lucky for you, you had seen it coming while coming up with a strategy.

“I heard about you!” you said, “You fought against Thanos!”

He was taken aback at the fact that you didn’t accuse him of anything his head was obviously swarming with, and that would be the one thing you could base your whole plan on.

In order to make him fall in love with you and trust you, you had to act like you trusted him, act like you had little to no knowledge of the dark side of his past. Naïve civilian girl with a soft heart was the perfect cover because as far as you could tell from his file, Bucky Barnes just wanted to come back home from war.

He had been looking for something he could call his home for decades now and you’d let him believe you were his home until your orders told you otherwise.

“That’s it?” he asked when you didn’t continue and you pulled your brows together.

“Hm?”

“That’s all you…all you wanted to say?”

“Right—” you took a deep breath, “Right, I’m sorry. Thank you for all you’ve done, for saving the world.”

“No no, I didn’t mean—“ he stopped himself, “That wasn’t what I meant. Trust me, you shouldn’t be thanking me.”

“Well I am though,” you winced when you moved your arm before turning your head to check the dark alley “Bucky? Do you… do you think that robber would come back?”

“Sam’s got it covered.” he assured you, “Don’t worry. He’s not getting away, and he’s definitely not coming back here.”

“Okay.” You murmured and wiped at your eye again with the back of your free hand before you clutched at your arm again, a sob tearing itself from your chest. “God, it just—it hurts so bad...”

He shushed you gently, “I know it does sweetheart. Let’s get you to the hospital so that it will stop hurting, alright?”

Ah.

Even by 40s standards, sweetheart was a good sign.

You shook your head, “But I can’t go to the hospital.”

“Why not?”

“I’m on a budget.”

He blinked a couple of times, “Come again?”

“I don’t have enough money for the hospital. I’m sure if I put a band aid on it or something it’d work, you said it wouldn’t need stitches and there’s a pharmacy right around the corner you see—”

“That’s not how bullet wounds work, let’s go.” He helped you up but you stumbled into him, letting him catch you as you looked up at him.

“I apologize, I just feel dizzy…” you said and he smiled softly.

“Don’t worry about it,” his voice was soothing, “You think you can walk? I can carry you.”

“No I can—I can walk,” you stammered and let him lead you out of the alley, his arm wrapped around your waist tight before he looked down at you.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured to himself, then he took off his jacket to put it over your shoulders. You pulled the oversized jacket tighter around you, brushing the sleeve over your forehead to push back your hair and only when he turned to stop a taxi you let a tiny smirk pull at your lips despite the throbbing on your arm.

Well, your superiors were going to be pleased. The first part of the mission was done.

Now all you had to do was make him fall in love with you.

Chapter 4

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jbuchanan-barnes · 3 years

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as long as we have each other

Summary: While on a mission, something unexpected happens to Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2,359

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mention of illegal weapons dealing, blood. This is the first time I'm posting something that I've written, and I'm very nervous. I feel like that should be a warning 🙈

A/N: Hi! This is for @wkemeup 's 9k writing challenge - Character A cleans Character B's wounds after a rough mission. [A]'s fingers linger over scarred muscle as they finish wrapping the bandage.

Congrats on 9k Kas!! Also, thank you to @thefanbasewhore for proof reading!!

divider credits to @bwbatta

After coming back from a two week long solo mission in Warsaw, you were just about ready to take a nice long bath and sleep for a week. As you walked off the quinjet, it was no surprise to see a certain metal armed super soldier waiting for you with his arms crossed.

As you close the space between you, his eyes rake over you from top to bottom to check for injuries. “I was starting to think your mission would never end,” Bucky says, smirking down at you. “And by the looks of it, I think you thought the same thing.” “Shut up,” you respond with a halfhearted glare. His smirk melts into a gentle smile as he pulls you into his arms. “I missed you,” Bucky replies as he buries his face into your neck. “Two weeks is too long to go without seeing you.” You hum in agreement as your hands travel to his hair. After a few moments of standing tangled together, you break the silence. “As much as I’d love to hug you forever, I’m dying to get out of this suit.” Bucky pulls out of your embrace, kisses you on the head, and gently takes your hand. You let him lead you through the compound towards your room, but before you’re able to make it past the kitchen, you’re interrupted. “Oh! Y/N, Barnes!” Tony exclaims, “Just the people I needed to talk to.” You groan just as Bucky responds. “Can it wait, Stark? Y/N just got back from Poland.” “Unfortunately,” Tony replies, “I need you both to Brazil tomorrow.” “There’s a guy who has been harboring stolen SHIELD tech since the incident at the triskelion, and he finally popped back up on our radar,” he elaborates. “You can’t send someone else?” You inquire, your lips turning down into a frown. “I’m afraid not,” Tony sounds apologetic as he responds. “I need all hands on deck for this mission. I’m even pulling Steve out of retirement.” Tony winks at you. “Luckily for you,” he continues, “This mission requires us to stay at one of the fanciest hotels in Río.” Tony glances at his watch before adding “I need you two in the briefing room by eight am tomorrow so we can go over the details before we depart. Until then, go rest Y/N.” You take a deep breath and nod as Bucky agrees.

As you finally enter your shared room, Bucky jokingly says “We should have snuck in through the back way.” “It’s fine,” you tell him dejectedly. “Tony would have found another way to contact us. It is what it is.” Your long bath would have to wait.

As you rush to take a quick shower, Bucky returns to the kitchen to make you something to eat. When he comes back, you scarf down the leftovers as Bucky takes his turn in the bathroom. By the time you’re finished, Bucky is all ready for bed. While you brush your teeth, he takes the opportunity to climb into bed and check his phone. When you walk out of the bathroom, you can’t help but take a minute to admire your boyfriend. Although he looks very attractive sitting in bed shirtless, your heart flutters at the peaceful look on his face. Bucky has been through so much, but with you, he’s totally at ease.

You’re broken out of your reverie by Bucky’s soft voice. “Hey,” he says with a gentle smile. “C’mere, doll.” You crawl into bed and let Bucky pull you into his arms. As you lay your head on his chest, Bucky idly traces random patterns onto your back. Just as you’re starting to drift off, his voice pulls you back. “How are you feeling about the mission tomorrow?” “Honestly,” you drowsily respond. “If Tony is okay with giving us all the details the day of, it should be pretty easy.” Bucky hums in agreement. “Why?” you continue. “You’re not worried about it, are you?” “Oh, no!” Bucky denies. “I just wanted to make sure you aren’t worried about it since you aren’t getting a break.” “I’ll be fine,” you say, pretending to be annoyed. “If my boyfriend will be quiet so I can sleep.” Bucky laughs and kisses your forehead. “Okay, okay!” he yields to your teasing. “Good night, sweetheart.” As you start to fall asleep, you sleepily respond. “Good night Buckaroo. I love you.” Just before you drift into unconsciousness, you hear Bucky’s quiet voice. “I love you too, doll.”

The next morning, when you arrive in the briefing room, Tony is too chipper for eight in the morning. While you would rather be in bed, he seems as if he’s already had two cups of coffee (at least). Bucky appears to be neither tired, nor overly energetic, while everyone else falls somewhere in between.

“Antonio Silva is the guy we’re looking for,” Tony begins by showing everyone a picture of the man you need to find. “He is originally from Campinas, Brazil.” Tony takes a moment to pull up a picture of the map. “Based on our intell, he is planning on making a sale tonight in São Paulo.” “You said he has stolen tech?” you inquire. Steve takes the opportunity to speak up. “He actually worked for SHIELD before it fell. Well, hydra technically.” He turns to Natasha. “Did you see his name anywhere in the files you released?” Nat shakes her head. “No. I don’t think he was important enough to have in the files.” “I guess that explains why he turned on them and stole tech,” Sam laughs. “Either way,” Tony directs everyone’s attention back to the mission briefing. “He’s planning on selling to black market weapons dealers at the ten year anniversary gala of the hotel, and we need to stop the sale, arrest Silva, and capture the weapons dealers.” Tony pulls up a map of the hotel. “Steve will be disguised as a bartender, and Sam and I will be flying above the hotel, should anything go south. Y/N and Barnes, you two will be disguised as a mob boss and his wife looking to purchase some weapons. As soon as you make contact, make the arrest. Natasha, I want you floating around the room taking inventory of the weapons dealers in the room. A team of agents will be joining us to assist with taking people into custody should they not be compliant. Since Silva has the weapons in storage somewhere, as long as we have him and the dealers in custody, taking back the weapons should be easy. We just need the guy who knows where they are. Does anyone have any questions?” A series of no’s are heard as everyone responds. “Then everyone go pack, and be ready for the quinjet to take off in an hour.”

The flight is relatively quiet, interrupted only by Sam giving out some last minute instructions. However, as soon as the jet lands, everyone is thrown into go mode.

By the time you make it to the hall where the celebration is being held, the party is in full swing. You watch Natasha silently slip into the room in total spy mode. She glances over at you and nods slightly for you and Bucky to make your entrance. You make your way to the bar for the next few minutes as you watch Nat float around the room.

After about ten minutes, she walks up to the bar and asks Steve for a drink, discreetly informing you that all of the weapons dealers are here. Steve signals for all of the agents to fall into place as you and Bucky turn to approach Silva. Before you make it to where Silva is, he takes one look at Bucky and bolts. That’s when all hell breaks loose. Agents start drawing their guns left and right, while the dealers begin pulling out their weapons to fight back. As the gunfire starts, Tony and Sam join the fight, shield flying, while Bucky takes off after Silva. As soon as you know that they’ll be fine without you, you take off after Bucky. Once Bucky and Silva are in your line of sight, you can tell that Bucky is struggling. It’s apparent that Silva has found some way to disable Bucky’s vibranium arm. As Bucky does his best to fight one handed, Silva punches him in the nose before pulling out two knives. Before you can reach them, you watch in horror as Silva thrusts a knife into Bucky’s thigh, while slicing at his throat with the other knife. Bucky barely dodges the second blade, but not before the tip catches his collar bone.

As soon as you get to them, you tackle Silva to give Bucky the chance to reset his arm. You’re able to block a few of Silva’s attempts to stab you, and kick the knives out of his hands before Bucky joins the fight again.

When it’s apparent that you and Bucky have the upper hand again, Silva pauses. “I really didn’t want to do this to you Barnes, but you left me no choice.” Before you have time to wonder what Silva is talking about, he continues.

“Sputnik.”

Before the word is even out of his mouth, Bucky goes rigid and keels over. As he collapses, your whole world collapses with him. Shock, confusion, and panic roll through you as Steve arrives just in time to handle Silva. You rush to Bucky’s side, and as you find his steady pulse, your anxious heart settles just a little. There is chaos all around you, but you don’t have time to care as you focus on Bucky. As soon as Silva and the dealers are in custody, Sam and Steve help carry Bucky back to your hotel room. After they leave, you take the opportunity to pull out your first aid supplies. Just as you’re finishing collectiving everything you need, Bucky begins to regain consciousness.

“What happened?” His confusion is evident, even in his groggy state. “I’m not entirely sure,” you tell him, hesitantly. “Silva said a word and it was like it just flipped your off switch.” Bucky stays silent as you carefully help him sit up. “I need to clean your knife wounds,” you say gently. “Which means we need to get you out of your tactical gear.” Bucky helps you undress him to the best of his current ability, but he seemingly can’t let the situation pass without playfully making light of what’s happening. “You know, this would be a whole lot more romantic if you lit a few candles.” You snort in response and reply, “It would be a whole lot more romantic if you weren’t bleeding on the sheets.”

Once Bucky is stripped to just his boxers, you help him lean back against the headboard. Bucky silently watches as you pull out the butterfly bandages and antiseptic wipes. You’ve done this so many times that you don’t even bother to tell Bucky that it might sting. He knows the drill, but that doesn’t stop you from doing your best to be gentle. During his seventy years of being tortured and brainwashed, too many people have been rough with him and have treated him harshly. You know he’s not fragile, but you can’t help but pretend that each gentle touch will replace each bad memory of painful touches. Bucky doesn’t flinch as you wipe the cut on his thigh with the wipe. He simply watches as you move to apply the butterfly bandages in the absence of stitches. You wrap the cohesive bandage over the wound and around Bucky’s thigh, but you both know it really doesn’t matter. His wounds will stitch themselves together within a day or two anyway. As you move up to clean the cut just above his left collarbone, your eyes trace the marred scars where metal meets flesh. After you clean and bandage the cut, you let your fingers lightly trail over the scars. You follow the trail of your fingers with soft kisses before looking up to meet Bucky’s eyes. The way he’s looking at you could only be described as adoration, and he gently grabs the back of your neck to bring you in for a kiss. The kiss is soft, but no less toe curling. Like Bucky is using the kiss to convey the way he feels, without knowing how to put those feelings into words. When you break apart, you’re reminded that you need to tend to the small cuts and bruises on his face. You wipe the blood off and apply the antiseptic onto some of the smaller cuts before moving on to the bridge of Bucky’s nose. After cleaning the wound, you smile slightly as you run your finger down his nose. The action makes Bucky scrunch his nose slightly, and you laugh lightly at his reaction. The silence is comfortable and you’re both at ease with each other enough to not always require words.

You help Bucky settle into the bed before cleaning up the first aid supplies and moving to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

As you finish up in the bathroom and climb into bed, Bucky breaks the lingering silence. “I’m not sure what happened earlier.” You can hear the concern in his voice. “I thought Shuri removed all the trigger words, but apparently there was a fail safe buried deep in my head.” You ponder his words before responding. “We can start looking into it tomorrow. I can call Shuri and see if she has time for us to go see her.” “For right now,” you continue, “let’s just rest.” Bucky nods before tilting your chin up so your lips can meet. He kisses you softly and slowly before pulling away. “I love you.” He tells you with conviction, like he doesn’t know what might happen tomorrow. “I love you too, James Buchanan. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together.” Bucky smiles slightly while pulling you closer to him. You may not have all the answers, but you have each other. As you both drift off to sleep, that’s enough.

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welldonebeca · 2 years

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Remember Me (VI)

WC: 1.3k words Warnings: Fluff, comfort, sweet stuff, food. A/N: The reader-character in this story is a male character who uses he/they pronouns.

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Bucky spread the smooth and sweetened peanut butter over the heated up slice of homemade breath he had proudly made that morning, just humming to himself. The recipe was from the cookbook he’d gotten as a birthday gift this year.

Nearly a year had already gone by since you took his offer and moved into the compound, and now your relationship was going so well you were even living with him. Therapy had helped not only you but Bucky just as well. You two even attended couple’s therapy for about six months, and it was very helpful for you to understand one another.

Things were peaceful now and nice. Bucky learnt he liked cooking and baking for you, and you loved earning his food. Peanut butter sandwiches with homemade bread and jelly, and a very specific brand of peanut butter were your favourite snack, for starters.

“Hey,” he called out as he opened the door for your painting room. “Snack time.”

Bucky always thought of his living space as too spacious. He had one room too many, a bed too large and too many chairs. Sure, he had the company of Sam and Nat, and Vision and Wanda, but it was different. Every night, he came home alone, while his friends had partners to spend their time with and to share the quiet moments.

And now… he had you. The extra room became your painting room, the extra chairs now make sense, as he sat down with you for meals and had your things plopped over. His bed was big, but he always knew he could sleep with his head on your chest. Sometimes, he would wake up and stay still, quietly listening to your heartbeat as you slept. Sometimes he was alone, but not lonely. Not since you were back.

His soul was complete now. He was at peace.

“Thank you,” you picked one of the sandwiches up from the plate, and Bucky scoffed when he saw the state of your hair as you chewed with a little smile of pleasure.

So much paint all over you…

“I guess I’ll need to get you more of that shampoo,” he pinched a blue dried piece, trying to slide it off of your strands. “It’s the only one that can clean this off.”

“Thank you,” you covered your mouth with the back of your hand, and he quickly saw how the paint was also on your skin. “What do you think?”

Bucky focused on the canvas, and pressed his lips together.

You were very talented as a painter, but sometimes it took him time to understand what you were doing. Like right now. Right now, Bucky had no idea of what you were doing, except that it was blue; very blue.

“It’s… bright,” he said slowly, looking for words. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what that is.”

You simply chuckled.

“Good, then,” you looked at him. “It is supposed to start off blue.”

Bucky laughed a bit, scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t understand a single thing about art, aside from knowing yours was very pretty.

“So,” you cleared your throat. “Director Fury called me to his office when you were out training with Steve.”

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes, confused for a moment, and moved uncomfortably.

Through your relationship, you two had talked about you and SHIELD many times. While you were a specialist in fighting, just as good as Bucky and better than many agents, treating your PTDS meant that you had given up on any of those, and you never wanted to come back. It was a process you’d started before you two even met again, back when you were in Brazil and had access to the country’s free healthcare, and had found a therapist who worked with former policemen.

“He offered me a spot working for them,” you told him, looking hesitant. “As an agent, officially.”

He swallowed down, simply watching your face.

“And?” he asked.

“I said no,” you told him simply, placing your brushes down. “We talked about this. I made my decision before I even came here.”

Bucky nodded quickly, holding your hand, though he wasn’t sure if it was to comfort himself on you, as you looked very calm about everything. Very certain.

“Of course, yes,” he agreed. “You did.”

“I want to be with you,” you affirmed, looking into his eyes, and he could see the love and devotion in your eyes, with the way you always looked at him. “I know life won’t be ever normal for us, but it can be safe, and it can be good. And that’s what want.”

He nodded along. Of course, of course.

Life would never be ordinary for the two of you. Your pasts wouldn’t ever let you be truly normal or like everyone else. But he knew the two of you could be happy, and that was what was important for him.

Bucky suddenly felt his shoulders tense as a question passed by his mind.

“Did he say anything about your residency here?” he asked.

Bucky was employed by SHIELD as an agent, and as his partner and soulmate, you were entitled to any benefits a legal spouse was entitled to, even if you two weren’t legally bound.

Obviously, he wanted the two of you to be legally bound. Bucky wanted to marry you someday. Obviously, it wouldn’t be now, but… soon. If you wanted, of course. Men could get married now. You two wouldn’t need to worry about that.

“No,” you answered him. “He said nothing would change, and I shouldn’t worry.”

He relaxed and watched as you moved to look at him, raising your eyes to his and watching his face, a little hesitant.

“It actually got me thinking of something,” you told him.

“Something?” Bucky asked.

You looked away, and crossed your arms, looking a little unsure, and he frowned, worried. Was anything wrong?

Were you unhappy with anything?

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to pressure you into making any decision,” you affirmed in an assuring tone. “Because I’m not.”

“Of course,” he nodded.

You would never force anything upon him, Bucky knew you respected him and valued his choices.

“Do you ever think about retiring?” you asked. “And… you know… not being an agent anymore?”

Bucky felt his shoulders rigid and looked away, a little uncomfortable.

Yes, he thought about retirement constantly, and wanted to do it, but couldn’t quite get to decide on it. Bucky had committed many crimes as the Winter Soldier, had killed people and hurt many others. He couldn’t simply not do anything to compensate for that somehow.

He didn’t have that choice.

“Maybe one day,” he mumbled, swallowing down. “But I can’t do it now. Or anytime soon, I think.”

Bucky lowered his eyes, but you reached for his face and cradled his cheek, raising his head until he was looking into your eyes.

“Bucky, you deserve to be happy,” you affirmed. “To do whatever makes you happy.”

“Being with you makes me happy,” he said quickly. “The happiest I have ever been.”

Happier than he ever thought he could be in his life.

Your lips curled in a beautiful smile.

“You make me happy too,” you caressed his cheek. “I’m happier than ever.”

He nodded just a little bit.

“What if being here makes me happy?” he asked.

Your eyes softened into something even sweeter, and you kissed the tip of his nose.

“Then I’ll support you,” you affirmed.

Bucky sighed, and closed his eyes as you kissed his lips, soft and lovingly.

One day, he’d give you more. A peaceful life, away from SHIELD and worried.

Soon, but not now.

Not until he was done.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You smiled sweetly.

“You’re welcome,” you kissed the tip of his nose. “Don’t worry.”

Bucky smiled, and you moved your fingers through his hair.

Everything was going to be okay with you by his side. He just knew it.

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annebaneriddle · 3 years

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About the Anthony Mackie thing:

That was a really valid point. The feitisization of homosexual relationships (both wlw and mlm) is huge and really harmfull. Some people only want to use lgbt relationships for their own personal gains (industries using them to get money and people using them to masturbate or some shit like that), HOWEVER there are some lgbt people who use shipping as a form to get the representation they don't get on canon, specially when it comes to Marvel, that has a really big history of zero representation to lgbt people, queerbaited a lot on ther movies (and even used the theory of Bucky being bi because of the tigger photos he saw on the dating app as an opportunity to use lgbt people to their own profit with the "watch and see" bullshit only to on the very next week after the last episode go and say "Oh, no, it was only Bucky being clueless abiut technology" when the show itself showed he wasn't at all) and had the audacity to announce their "first gay character" only to give us fucking gay Joe Russo. There is no harm on seeking for representation on such a big fanchise as Marvel, on wanting an lgbt superhero, just like there is no harm on women and POC wanting their representation too. The thing is that sometimes they end up having to make that representation themselves, and they use fanfics and fanarts for that. Writing Peter Parker trans, writing Carol a lesbian, writing Steve as bi, writing Bucky as bi. That's totally ok.

The feiticization of lgbt peolple, as I said, is real and harmfull, but that shouldn't mean that lgbt people can't want some representation. Anthony fought to have a black man as Cap, and lgbt people have the right to fight to have one of them being portrayed as a hero too, not only as the queercoded villain.

I undertand why Anthony must be feeling umcomfortable. After all, Sam's relationship with Bucky was portrayed just like his own relationship with Sebastian, so it's undertandable that he might feel like that. HOWEVER, we have to keep in mind that someone assuming you (or the character you play, on this situation), a man, are gay only makes you uncomfortable because society teached people that being gay is shamefull, is a bad thing.

Yes, men who are friends and are caring and are caring and loving with each other are often said to be gay, BUT let's remind that it existed WAY before the shipping culture on internet. The fact that men aren't allowed to be vulnerable, caring and gentle comes from the patriarchy, not from the shipping culture or from lgbt people. It comes from the sexist idea that men have to be tough, that they aren't allowed to show physical affection to other men, that they aren't allowed to cry. THAT is from where the "a man can't show affection to other man or otherwise he is gay" idea comes from. Put the blame where it really belongs.

I saw people saying "We shouldn't be writting straigh characters as gay for representation. We already have our own characters on media" and I was like "Who, honey? The gay (either male or female) side character who is the comic releaf and extremely stereotyped? The trans- oh, yeah, neverming, trans people don't even get representation enough to creat the media stereotype. And the bi- oh, yeah, never saw any either. Oh, ok, maybe the aroaces- nyah, not them either". The only "representation" lgbt people get is 90% of the time blunt stereotyping. It's ok to "steal" some characters from the straights to make headcanons and fanfics to have some representation even if just made up. Don't let anyone shame you for wanting to see a hero like you on-screen. Women have that right, POC have that right, the lgbt community have that right, EVERYONE have that right.

I also want to say that there is NO excuse for the people being racist towards him, the same way that there is no excuse for the people defending him by using homophobic language, using the word queer when they are not lgbt themselves and harassing lgbt people who felt hurt by the way he worded it.

He had a really good point and he was totally right about what he meant to say, he just worded it bad.

And no, keyboard warriors, stop saying that every lgbt person feeling hurt by the way that he worded what he meant is because they're racist. The fact that he is black doesn't make the fact that the way he said that hurt some people (specially because it's pride month) magically go away. And no, I'm not saying that what he said was homophobic, because it wasn't at all. I just wanted to point out that there are some people acting like that and it isn't how things should work. A POC shouldn't get away with being lgbtphobic just because they're POC, the same way a lgbt person shouldn't get away with being racists just because they are lgbt (again, I DO NOT think he is homophobic. Just pointing it out here). As we say in Brazil: let's not use two weights to the same measure (the "measure" here is the prejudice, just so no one will misinterpret me).

Also, I really want to thank him for making the real homophobes and the racists on this app out themselves. It's suddenly so easy to spot them.

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Adore You

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Male!Reader Summary: Starks are cocky little shits Word Count: 1,280 Request: There was a request I deleated it after I wrote this but when I published this, none of the fucking text came through so luckily I saved my writing on a google doc

Starks are a....handful, to say the least.

Of course, a terrifying emotionless Russian has fallen deeply in love with a cocky Stark. In her mind, at least it’s not Tony.

But, there was something about you when she came to babysit Tony - you were somewhat tamer, you were wildly intelligent just like Tony and if more reckless, but you were sweeter. Less snarky and stubborn. There was a way with your charm that swoon her, that caught her under a spell. Could have been your bright mesmerising eyes, could have been your glistening smile. Might have been your humour or the utmost respect for her that is unwavering even now.

Natasha doesn’t do love, and Clint could vow for that, but the news that she had fallen in love was shocking. But, when you see Natasha and you, it makes sense, how you both are similar and different enough to balance each other out.

She can switch from a ruthless killer with no mercy to a girl who’s staring at a man who holds the stars and moon for her. There’s no doubt that (Y/n) Stark wouldn’t do that, in fact, he would do anything for her, she just had to say the word and he will go to the end of the world for it.

It’s refreshing to see love bloom, it was one thing that held Natasha down during the snap and the time between, where the world was so dark and it seems like (Y/n) was her light. They became closer, Natasha was more open to public affection, comfort and love. When everyone returned from the snap, everyone had become so much closer, meaning during missions everyone is more aware of everyone’s safety.

But, no one has seen Natasha so distraught before.

She watches how you crash into a building after being flung by the monster, your laughter had cut out on the communications, Tony and Natasha were the quickest to ask about your state. There was a lot of ruffling from your end, panting, and concerning noises.

“FRIDAY, what’s lil bro’s stats?” Tony asked, watching where you had landed.

Before Friday could rattle off your stats, there was a large explosion from where your suit should be. Next thing, on the earpiece everyone could hear an anguished scream - no one expected Natasha to react like that.

But, no one understands how you were a rock to Natasha. There were nights where you two would lie in bed together, her in your arms and it would be silence. She would listen to your heart, your breathing as she would focus on your finger drawing circles against her skin. Under the LED lights, it was a safe space for her. They don’t know what happens behind doors, they don’t know how she wakes up from a nightmare and you’re the only one who can calm her down even if your dead from the world, enjoying your sleep.

They won’t understand how you could possibly be the only one who could cheer her up when she’s angry or how you could make her smile or even laugh when she’s upset. You were a constant thing in her life and the idea of you dead from an explosion makes her heart ache. Her head is pounding and she feels like she’s going to pass out.

Tony was heaving, you were his only family, but Steve’s voice seems to bring them back to reality as they have to finish the mission. It seems like after hours, there was no progress in defeating the enemy, the morale had dwindled so quickly after your accident.

“God guys,” A voice cuts into the comms, “You guys are taking for ages, I managed to get my comm working again.”

“(Y/n)?” Natasha gasped.

“Hey babygirl,” Your tone turns lovingly for her but it switches back to teasing and playful, “So, while you wrapped this up, I’m going to get five guys - want anything?”

“You’re not going to help?” Bucky asked.

“I want a burger, you know the usual one,” Tony responded almost immediately, “What about you platypus?”

“I’d like a cheeseburger.” Rhodey requested.

“Can I get a slushie from somewhere?” Peter asked innocently as you laughter comes through the comm, it brought a smile to their faces.

“For you, Parker? I’ll get it,” Before wincing then moaning, “To answer you, Bucky, I don’t have a suit and if anyone has healing powers, doubt I’d be much help. I’ll be a cheerleader if you want?”

“Okay, you sit tight then,” Steve says as you hummed through the comms before your end cuts out.

“Wait can I get a milkshake?” Natasha asked as Clint says in the background that he wanted one as well.

“Yeah-”

Natasha seemed to calm down, comforted to hear her lover’s voice. With the mention of food paid by a Stark, everyone seemed more incline to wrap it up. Within twenty-five minutes, the team of heroes meet a bloodied injured Stark leaning against the wall, happily biting into his burger.

Everyone looked at you as you wink as they all watch amusingly, walking up the ramp, and those who ordered grabbed their stuff from you. Tony momentarily checked up on you, scowling at you that you weren’t resting and sitting down, mothering you as Rhodey abandons you to your brother’s nagging.

Natasha seems to caress your face after Tony’s dotting, picking up her milkshake,you lean into her touch.

“Let’s get you patched up, okay?” She says softly as you hummed in agreement.

When the night comes, you’re all bandaged up and lying in bed, Natasha curls up to your side. Her eyes closed, but you know that she’s not asleep from her breathing. She was focusing, on your heart that you were alive and breathing. You were still by her side, you weren’t yet to depart.

Sudden movements make you wince, too much pressure can cause you to groan and Natasha would move with concerning intention to help you in any way.

“I’m here, Nat,” You quietly spoke, “I’m not going anywhere, not yet anyway.”

“You could have died today.”

“And?” You questioned her, “Sweetheart, for you, I would carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. And if I fell, I would be fine knowing that I died for you.”

There was silence as she opens her eyes tilting her head to look up at you, she sees you that you’re content, the soft purple-blue hues of the LED lights reflecting off your skin.

“Don’t want to wake up in a world where your side is cold.”

“Hm,” You hummed, “Well, it’ll take years for that to happen, we have a few milestones we need to get through. Like marriage, kids - or not, your choice if you want kids, we can always adopt if you want too. We also have to travel the world, not for missions, you know? Like Japan, always wanted to go to Japan. I know you want to visit Brazil. Plus, cruises, that sound good to do as well. You know we also have to get through growing old together before a side of a bed will be cold.”

“You’re rambling.”

“You like it when I ramble.”

You open one eye to look down at her, seeing her smile. You smile back before closing your eyes again, squeezing her closer to your side.

“Come on, lets sleep, we have loads of tomorrows to get through together.”

Natasha relax under you, she likes the sound of that, but if Tony asked her. She’d hit him and keep her lips shut because no one else needs to know yours and her plans for the future.

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slytherinbarnes · 3 years

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Seasons Change [4]

iv. i will wait for you (as the leaves fall to the ground)

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: a little angst.

summary: despite running, the fallout from rome eventually catches up with you.

a/n: alright, that’s it!!! this is a wrap on this miniseries! please let me know what you think, I hope you enjoyed this series!

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September 22, New York City.

The first phone call comes the day after you leave Rome, while you’re strapped into a Quinjet and heading to Siberia.

You know it’s Steve, because so few people have your number for your phone, and when the call comes in you put your phone on silent and slide it into your bag, not ready to confront the reality of what you discovered while playing pretend with Steve in Rome.

You’re falling in love with him.

When you initially proposed the friends with benefits arrangement, you thought there was no way you’d be the first to break the agreement and get attached. You’ve always been good at avoiding connections with others, and you thought Steve would be no exception. It seems as though you underestimated the pull of his personality though. He’s magnetic, and you can’t help but want to be around him.

And maybe he feels the same, you did see his drawings of you, but maybe those mean nothing, and admitting to your feelings will just have you making a fool of yourself. You don’t want to be the first to admit that you failed, that you broke the agreement, so you decide to run from your problems instead, the way you always have, burying yourself in work and using it as an excuse to avoid reality.

Steve calls again when you’re in Mozambique.

And Paris.

And Florida.

And Brazil.

But after a while, he stops calling. And the realization is heartbreaking.

In September, Fury says no more. Even he can tell you’re getting run down and clearly using work as an excuse to run from your personal life.

He puts you on a mandatory month long break, and after that he promises that your missions for the rest of the year will be stateside, giving you time to get your life together, giving you time to slow down and stop running.

When you land in New York, you realize that you missed the city more than you realized. The first thing you do is call your parents and tell them about your break, promising to visit them as soon as you get settled in. You hear an excitement in your mother's voice that you haven’t heard in years, and you realize now it’s been a while since you’ve been home, your longest time away yet, and maybe now, it’s time for you to stop running from everything.

No more running from your parents, or your trauma, or the memories of your brother. It’s time for you to sit down and figure everything out, time for you to visit your parents and talk about your brother and what his loss has meant to you, done to you. Time for you to admit your feelings to yourself, and to Steve, even if it ruins things between you.

Of course, that’s easier said than done.

Instead of heading to the Avengers Compound and staying in the room you have there, you go to your apartment instead, the one you just can’t seem to let go of. It's the first place you moved to when you got to the city, and it’s rent controlled, which makes it even harder to give up. You’re not here much anymore, but strangely, it’s still home to you.

More importantly, you have no chance of running into Steve here.

You spend the first week home catching up on any remaining paperwork and reading the same three books on your barren bookcase. On day 9, you switch on the TV, only to switch it off again within minutes, too overwhelmed with the choices of what to watch. Instead, you dig out an old puzzle, one of the few belongings in your apartment, and you spend two days piecing it together, listening to music as you work. On day 12, you wander to the fridge for a snack, only to pull the door open and find the shelves empty, wiped clean of the food you bought when you first arrived back home.

Sighing, you head to your room and pull on some pants and shoes, deciding a quick grocery trip will help to kill some time. You walk to one of the markets nearby, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the walls of the buildings lining the street, and a crisp breeze blows around you, promising an approach of fall.

When you reach the store, you grab a basket, looping your arm through it as you wander through the aisles, grabbing anything that sounds appealing to you. Wandering through a store without a list, and while hungry, is dangerous, and soon your basket is full of snacks and no meals. Making a deal with yourself, you decide the snacks can stay as long as you get a few other things to go along with it. Heading towards the produce, you grab a few things for salads and sandwiches, before deciding a head of lettuce should round out your basket and complete your trip.

As you reach for one of the heads of lettuce, another hand closes on top of yours, you and someone else reaching for the vegetable at the same time. You lift it and turn, intending to offer the head to the other person and grab a different one for yourself, only to drop it when you turn and lock eyes with Steve. His brows shoot up when he locks eyes with you, clearly surprised to see you in New York, and you send a silent curse to the Universe for making you do this now. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Steve smiles a little, the air between you tense and awkward. “When did you get home?”

“Uh… two weeks ago.”

His brows shoot up again, and he mutters, “Really?” You swear you hear disappointment in his voice, and it makes guilt flood your system. “Wow, that’s great.”

“Yeah.”

The air is thick with tension, and you squirm, aware that both of you now know that you’re avoiding him, no longer able to use work as an excuse. Steve shakes his head a little, turning to sit his basket on the ground, deciding to jump head first into the conversation. “I thought things were good after Rome.”

“They were!”

“Then why have you been avoiding me? You just up and left Rome, no note or anything, and you haven’t answered any of my calls.”

“I was-” You cut yourself off, about to use work as an excuse again, and you remember your earlier conversation to yourself. No more running. “I think I’ve been lying to myself.”

Steve shakes his head, not understanding. “What do you mean?”

Someone brushes past you to grab a bundle of carrots, and you almost laugh at the situation; confessing your feelings in a grocery store, after spending nearly two weeks straight locked up in your apartment, avoiding everyone. “I have feelings for you.”

Steve looks surprised again, and you hear him suck in a sharp breath, so you barrel on, wanting to get the confession out before he stops you. “And I know I shouldn’t say that because of our arrangement, but I feel like I should tell you because I promised myself I would stop running from everything.”

“What about work? We’re both always so busy, and-”

“I’m not.”

“What?”

“I’m not too busy, I mean. At least, not for the next few months. I spent 9 months away from home this year, and Fury decided to ground me for a few months and only take missions stateside, at least through the end of the year. I have a few things to take care of with my parents, but other than that, I’m free.”

Steve nods once, but says nothing, his eyes watching you closely. You want to squirm beneath his gaze, waiting with bated breath as he looks at you, but you force yourself to stand tall and wait for the rejection. “I’ve been thinking about stepping back more, letting Bucky and Sam have more responsibility.”

“So what are you saying?”

“No more running.” Steve steps forward, both of his hands reaching out and grabbing you, pulling you towards him quickly and crashing his lips to yours. You drop your basket, hearing it clatter by your feet as you reach out and grab Steve, pulling him close to you. You lose yourself in the kiss, realizing now how much you missed this, and Steve seems to feel the same, because he lets out a soft sigh before he pulls away and whispers, “I have feelings for you too, and I want to do this if you do.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

You look around, awkwardly realizing that you’ve confessed your love and drawn the eyes of other shoppers while standing in front of the lettuce. You reach down and grab your discarded basket, standing up straight again and looking at Steve. “So, what now?”

“Well, I heard you have a thing for cinnamon rolls, and I just so happen to know the perfect place to get some. All you have to do is say yes.”

Without hesitating, you reply, “Yes.”

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thestruidora · 4 years

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Landslide

The Avengers (MCU) Fanfiction

Rating: Explicit

WARNINGS: This story will contain but it’ll not be limited to explicit 18+ content including Obsessive Behavior, Smut, Shower Sex, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fluff, Oral Sex, thigh riding, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dominance, Submission, Knotting, Scenting, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Rutting, Rut Sickness

Category: F/M

Pairings: Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Summary: Steve was never quite sure if he truly was an alpha. Genetically he should be, coming from a long line of alpha males. But due to the several health conditions in his youth, his poorly functioning body never presented. But now, because of the serum reacting to his true designation, a terrible case of rut sickness takes hold of the super soldier, threatening his life. Being a beta, Natasha can’t offer him what he needs, and since omegas are rarer today then ever, she is forced to hire a foreign girl to tend to Steve during these desperate times.

Author’s notes: So the reader is finally introduced in this chapter, and since she is foreign and I’m Brazilian, she’ll be from Brazil as well, as is easier for me to include a language that I already know (Portuguese) and also cultural curiosities. But our similarities stop there, I’m not trying to make the reader into me, that’d totally defeat the point of writing a reader insert story.

Shout outs: @captainchrisstan, @keenkiddeputynickel, @danidv011, @ballyhoobarnes, @pophbfdsxa, @crashbarbie, @readermia, @musicnowandforever661

Thank you so much for you guy’s support!

Chapter Three

For those who missed it >>

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Miscommunication

“This not a good idea.” Bucky spoke, for what it seemed to be the hundredth time.

“So you’ve said, over and over again. I didn’t ask you to come, you know? ” Natasha sighed, focused on steadfastly driving the plane, her hands firmly planted on each side of the control wheel. “He’s in pain, Barnes. And if Bruce’s right about his diagnosis, it’s only going to get worse.”

“I’m the last person in the world who wants to see Steve suffering. He’s my best friend, Romanoff.” The Soldier’s shoulders were tense as he looked straight out of the aircraft's window, seeing the big building in the approaching horizon. “But we have to think about what he would want for a second. I mean, he fights to get these kinds of places shut down.”

“Well, Captain America’s moral code is the least of my worries right now.” The redhead’s voice came out in a harsh bark, jaw clenched as she smoothly landed the machine. Once the engines stopped and they took off their seat-belts, she looked over at Bucky, who’s face was series and unreadable. Before he could get up, she stopped him. “Look, I despise this too. But we’ve looked everywhere, Barnes. This is the only way and I… And we have to save him.”

Bucky shook his head, eyebrows knotted in a frown, but eventually opened his expression to her, knowing she was right.

“When he finds out that we came here…” He murmured, letting out a long breath and getting up from his seat, Natasha hot on his tail as they left the plane.

“He’s not going to find out.” She said, voice low but never faltering. He stopped dead in his track, noticing the obvious threat in the Russian Agent’s voice. She kept walking as if nothing happened, never looking back, her stride straight and calm. “Right?”

He looked up at the imposing structure of the building ahead of them, the entire place looked dark and mono-toned, as if it had come out of a horror picture. It was a skyscraper, tall with many floors and windows. Tons and tons of windows, all square and sealed with fat metal bars. A shiver went up his spine when he thought of what was being kept inside of that prison, and Bucky wondered if Steve not knowing about any of this wasn’t for the best after all.

“Right.” He let out, following her to the entry with reluctant feelings.

They stopped at a massive closed gate, noting the security cameras surrounding the whole area. Natasha approached the scanning mechanism at the superior right corner of the iron door, letting it scan her retina. After a couple of seconds, a loud buzzing ringed through their ears and the gate opened slowly.

Surprisingly, the place looked extremely luxurious, thou clean and minimalist. There was a grand open space, completely grassed and filled with flowers, like a secret private garden. There were a couple of trees with comfortable-looking swings on them, providing a welcoming shadow to cool off in summer days. But at the sides of the garden, they could also see two tall stone towers, where armed man monitored Natasha and Bucky’s every move.

Stunned at the juxtaposition of the whole thing, they kept walking towards a fancier looking door than the ones before, this one made of a glass-like material that led to a reception area, where they could see a blonde woman typing away in her computer. Her posture was straight and her physique was lean. Her hair was pulled back in a slick bun, not a single strand out of place, making her forehead look bigger than probably was in reality.

There were a few leather sofas on the lounge, but not one single person in the waiting room but the receptionist, and with the level of security and organization of the place, both agents were willing to bet that whoever came there, didn’t have to wait around for long.

“Merhaba, size nasıl yardımcı olabilirim?” The receptionist spoke once they approached her, not ever looking up from the keyboard she typed on, her clear polished nails nothing but a blur as her fingers moved at top speed.

“Hum… ” Natasha turned to look at Bucky for a second, checking to see if he knew Turkish, because that was, unfortunately, one of the few languages that she was not fluent on. But the brunet simply shrugged, looking at her with an impassive expression taking over his features . “Hi!” She tried, and the second that that simple English word left her lips, the blonde woman behind the desk quit typing, her hands stopping mid-air as she finally looked up at them, a spooked look in her face, her skin tone getting even paler than before, almost as if she had just seen a ghost. “We’re here to speak with Mr. Bürsin, actually.” Natasha continued, sharing an uncertain look with Bucky due to the woman’s reaction .

“You are Natasha Romanoff? Mr. Bürsin had already let me know you were coming, but I was told that you’re Russian and… Alone.” She had a tick accent a strict-looking face, even though her scared expression, her royal-blue blazer just a little too tight for her chesty frame.

“Well, there was a minor change of plans.” Romanoff’s voice and posture shifted, mimicking the blond’s, an old manipulation tactic that always seemed to work on Alpha females, like this one, her pheromones strongly wafting out, overpowering her overly sweet perfume and making Bucky want to growl, but instead, he simply rolled his eyes, not at all caring about the dissatisfaction that his presence caused . “I’m sure he won’t mind, thou.”

“I’m sure he will.” With a frown she picked up the phone on her desk, dialing only one number and then proceeding to have a long conservation in Turkish, before finally hanging up. “Mr. Bürsin will see you now.” She gave off a tight smile , knuckles turning white while she still held on to the phone, and before they could move, she spoke again. “But only Miss Romanoff, not the Alpha.”

“What?” Natasha and Bucky said at the same time.

“Why?” The redhead crossed her arms under her breasts, trying really hard not to get visually annoyed.

“Ma'am, we have protocols in place, he cannot come in.” The woman’s tone was polite, but still condescending.

“Don’t ‘ma’am’ me. Do I look like a ma’am to you?” Her eyebrows shot up, completely giving up on the previous plan by now. “I’m probably younger than you.”

When the receptionist expression didn’t change, Bucky touched the Russian woman in the arm, getting her attention.

“Romanoff, it’s fine.”

“No, you-”

“This is more important than any of that, remember why we’re here.” His voice was but a whisper, so that only she could hear. “Besides, I pity the fool that tries to mess with you. You can handle yourself, with or without me.” She smiled at that, looking at him for a while before nodding.

“Alright, let’s go.” Natasha said, giving the blonde a pointed look as she got up from her seat and away from her desk, starting to walk towards one of the many corridors of the building.

“Follow me, please.” Her accent hanged heavy, her hips swinging while she strode atop of her hills.

In the hall, Natasha saw many doors, all closed and guarded b y strong, armed man. There was an ample opening at the end of the hall, where the receptionist stopped, indicating for her to continue with a nod of the head.

When she walked in, noting as the woman closed the door behind her, she almost blacked out from the sheer smell of the room. The whole place looked sterile, but still reeked of Omega pheromones. Even for Natasha, a Beta, it was dizzying. Now she understood why it was so imperative that Bucky was not allowed to come inside.

The room was packed full of chairs, placed in a big circle that led to a stage. There were only man sitting in those chairs, all extremely well dressed. Some old, some young, but all clearly rich. Not one of them gave her a second glance, all to focused on what was about to happen on that stage. There was a narrow hallway in the center, in between all of the chairs. And right next to the stage, in a front-row seat, she saw the back of his head, and noticed the empty seat next to his.

Making a beeline for it, she sat down, yearning desperately for a take of fresh air right about now that she was so close to the stage, where the Omega smell was the strongest, being slowly mixed with all of those Alpha’s scents.

“Do me a favor and warn me next time you bring a friend, will you?” Emir Bürsin’s voice was low and raspy, the light golden hair in his head tinning out and turning grey with age. But still, he was a very handsome man. Strong and muscular, but not bulky, with long, big arms straining inside of this tailored suit jacket.

“There will be no next time.” Natasha was quick to answer, not at all impressed by his imposing build. He gave her one fast look, a crooked smile plastered on his face as he sat down in his front-row chair like a king, legs crossed in a nonchalant display.

“Oh, I bet. Once you try one of my girls, you’ll never want for seconds.” His smile became even bigger when Natasha couldn’t control the disgusted look in her eyes. “But you’re not shopping for yourself today, are you, Widow?”

She didn’t appreciate the use of the nickname, turning to stare at the stage as the lights of the room stared dimming and a cold-toned spotlight shone brightly at the center of the stage.

“No, definitely not.” He laughed to himself as she continued to ignore his remarks, frowning a bit when slow background music started to play. “You know, in this business people talk. And I happened to hear such an interesting tale.”

“I’m dying to hear it.” She murmured, the sarcasm strongly embedded in her features by then.

“I heard- oh, thank you.” He was cut off as different Beta woman, clearly assistants of the place, began to give out number plates to each and every man sitting in the room, making a point not to give one to Natasha. She frowned again at that, getting more and more confused by the minute. As they continued to work the room, he proceeded . “I heard that one of your brand-new, shiny superhero friends got himself into a pretty sticky situation, if you know what I mean. Apparently — and again, this all word-of-mouth —, he succumbed into such a bad rut, that he may actually die if he doesn’t get his hands on an Omega, can you imagine that ? Dying from horniness?”

His scoff was loud on Natasha’s ears, and she never had to restrain herself from punching someone so bad.

“And after years without speaking, completely out of the blue, you call me up to ask for a favor.” A man appeared on stage and, wearing a suit and tie, he stood behind a podium, turning on the microphone in front of him and shuffling through cards. “And that favor just so happens to be exactly what our favorite Captain needs to survive, isn’t that such a funny coincidence? Don’t you just love when the universe plays this crazy pranks on us? I mean, what are the odds of these two situations not being connected?”

By the time he was done, the man on stage had started to talk in Turkish, and the audience cheered on to whatever he was saying.

“What do you want to keep your mouth shut about this, Emir? More money?” Natasha asked, mouth forming a little circle when an entirely naked woman entered the stage, s topping in the middle of the stoplight. Her hands were mechanically stuck to her sides, her limbs clearly trembling as she just stood there, completely exposed for those man’s eyes.

“Money? Fuck money, I got enough of that. I want security.” Natasha wasn’t fully processing the conversation at that point, looking over at Emir who had picked up his number plate and put it up, waiting for it to get acknowledged by the man behind the podium before putting it down.

“What do you mean?” Her lips were moving, she knew she was forming words, but a big part of her brain wasn’t truly there.

Her eyes scanned throughout the room, seeing as other men were also putting their plates up, and that’s finally when it hit her. Her blood ran cold when she realized what was happening, and her vision got stuck on that poor girl standing there, her body shaven from eyebrows down, beginning to follow the instructions of the spokesman, turning around to show the audience her form from behind, and them proceeding to slightly open her legs to show the inside of…

Natasha closed her eyes, not wanting to see more, turning so that Emir couldn’t see her face. She felt like throwing up, a little lightheaded as well. So this was what he did here, he ran auctions, Omega auctions.

“I want the security of knowing that no matter what happens, neither you or anyone of your super assholes are going to come busting through here and ruin my business, that’s what I want.” She tried swallowing down the knot that had formed in her throat, putting on her best poker face to look back at him, only to find the man smiling over winning the bidding. He turned to her, putting the plate down on his lap as the girl left the stage and another waked in right after. “ Do we have an understanding ?”

“We do.” The steadiness of her voice shocked even Natasha herself, but Emir didn’t seem to notice a thing, looking comfortable and relaxed, not taken aback one bit by the situation that was taken place.

“Lovely.” He quickly got up, leaving the number plate on top of his seat, and closed his jacket, exaggerating the slimness of his waist. “So, now that we got that out of the way, do you want to come and meet the present that I hand-wrapped for Mr. Rogers myself?”

Natasha got up as well, trying to ignore the raging feeling running through her body, forcing herself to think of Steve, to think back to the reason she was there, and nod in response to his question, instead of doing what she really would like to, which would be betting him into a pulp.

“I just hope I got the right size.” He chirped as they star ted walking out of the auction room, out into the corridor and entering one of the many doors, where a small bedroom was home to a frightened-looking young woman.

Everything hurt.

His whole body ached, literally. He could literally feel the muscles underneath his skin contracting and expanding, and the pain was all so bad. He could feel his lungs enlarging as he breathed air in and shrinking as he exhaled it out, and the burn was almost maddening.

This wasn’t what a normal rut was supposed to feel like, of that Steve was sure. No other person should ever have to feel the way he was feeling, ever.

This was hell.

His own bedroom ha d become hell.

His back was pressed to the bed, the sheets were so soaked with sweat that he felt like he could drown. He tried showering, but that had been a bad idea altogether.

He hated the hellfire that his skin had become, that he had passed the point of feverish a long time ago and now whenever the cold water hit his flesh, vapor could be seen wafting through the air.

But that wasn’t even the worst part, it was the smell. The simple smell of soap, from that ‘vintage’ brand that tries to recreate the classic scents from older eras, the one that he used to love. Now, that smell made him want to trow up.

Now, most smells around his house hit him differently, making his stomach turn and nausea overtake him. He definitely hasn’t eaten in a while, he could see it too, in the quick passing glances he gives to the mirror, how skinnier he has gotten.

The bed is the only place where he doesn’t feel like putting his guts out. Because it smells of him. Only him, and nothing else. No one else. Isn’t that sad? That his body so desperately earns for another, but since it can’t have it, it prefers to slowly shut down and die alone.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, and Steve berried his face in his pillow, a growling noise involuntarily coming from his chest at the idea of having to come to the door. That was the worst part of his apartment. The one that smelled the least like him and more like others, especially like Alphas. Oh, god, he hates Alphas. And yes, that includes himself.

“Steve?” He could hear a female voice from outside the door, calling out to him, and the Alpha inside got excited for a second, before the scent of Beta hit his nose, making his face contour into a grimace. “It’s Natasha, can I come in?”

He could hear keys jiggling before he could even answer. Hadn’t he made her give him the keys to his apartment last time?

“No!” He screamed at her, his voice hoarse due to the lack of use.

He wanted to die, in private, was that so hard to understand?

“Well, too bad.” He could hear when she closed the door behind her and began walking towards his room.

“Don’t come in.” He barked as her shadow stopped outside of his door, which was almost completely closed, if not by a tiny slit.

“What? Why?”

Because your mere presence makes me want to break every single square inch of this bedroom while I trow up on top of the debris. That’s what he wanted to say, but instead- “I’m naked.”

“I’ve seen you naked already.” She sighed from behind the barrier that separated her from entering his room, invading his space. And he really didn’t want to be rude to her, not again, but Natasha could be really push y , and it’s not like he could control most of the words that come out of his mouth in the state’s his in.

“And I didn’t like it then, nor will I like it now.” He tried to stop the relief that rushed through him when he heard her murmur a small ‘ok’. “What do you want, Nat?”

“Look, we don’t have much time now, and Banner says the only thing that’s keeping you alive after all these days suffering through what your body’s been suffering is also the thing that made you sick in the first place: the serum. He says that the only thing that you’ll get better and survive this, is seeing your rut out with an Omega.”

At the mere mention of the word, his dick twitched, a wave of pleasure-laced pain cutting through his lower body, and Steve had to contain a moan, embarrassment warming his cheeks even more than they already were.

“I already heard all that before, Nat. I know my situation, but it’s too late now.” He gritted his teeth against each other, getting pretty good at coasting through the pain by then. “And I’m fine with that.”

“But it doesn’t have to be like that.” Maybe she could hear his eyes rolling, because before he tried to ask her to leave once more she spoke again. “Listen, Steve, I know you didn’t want anyone to know about what is happening to you, and I wanted to respect that, but I… But none of us could just sit by and watch you die.”

Her mouth was suddenly dry, her vocal cords scraping against each other ruggedly, creating an unpleasant sound and making it clear that she was nervous, but Steve let her continue, his heart beating faster with her every word.

“So Tony put out an ad, letting people know that Captain America was in need of help, and if any Omega out there was willing they could come to the facility and get tested to see if they were compatible with you. A lot of women showed up — shocker —,” She let out a humorless laugh, listening to nothing but silence in return, “but most of them weren’t even Omegas, and the ones that were weren’t compatible with you. But finally, yesterday, this foreign girl showed up, she doesn’t know much English, but she says that you saved her in Sokovia and that she’d like to save you now. So, if you still want me to go and leave you be, I will, but if you’re done with this whole self-loathing and self-harm thing, I could invite her in, and you two could have tons of savage sex and also not die.”

A long time went by after that, a long period of silence, where only Steve’s labored breathing could be heard. He didn’t say anything, but that wasn’t intentional. He was stunned, actually, still trying to digest everything that Natasha had said. Considering every word, processing it slower than he usually would in his natural state.

“Steve?” The redhead’s voice ringed, waking him up from his trance. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“She’s outside?!” Was the first thing that he could think of saying, voice strained, sounding a little scared, even.

“Yeah, me and Bruce brought her over. Like I said, she knows very little English but she was clear on the fact that she wanted to help you.”

“And we’re compatible?”

“Yes!”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, my God. Just put some clothes on and get out here!” She demanded, bossy as always, but his Alpha wouldn’t take that, not right now. A loud growl emerged from him, and Steve had to physically restrain himself from breaking something.

Still, he took a deep breath, his head hurt so bad that he wasn’t sure he was capable of getting up. But he pushed through, having to hold his head with both hands to try and make the room stop spinning. Very slowly he got out of bed, immediately missing the familiarity that it provided him.

He looked over at his closet, seeing all of his clothes laid out neatly, and only the thought of having any of that fabric on top of his skin was painful enough to make him give up on that premise entirely and put on his robe instead. Th e feel of it was still very much wrong, but knowing that he would be able to take it off much quicker than any other piece of clothing was just a little more soothing.

If there was one thing you needed to understand about Steve Rogers, is that he was a planner. He not only loved to plan, he was good at it too. He’d plan his missions, his day s , his meals, everything meticulously. That was when he was at he’s most comfortable, making up a plan and following it through. He wasn’t completely against making things up as he went, but saying that it didn’t make him anxious would be a lie.

He always preferred to know how things were going to play out, and this wasn’t any different. He had already created a route for this whole rut sickness deal: he was slowing going to die alone inside of his room, leave his shield to Sam and his comic book collection to Bucky, maybe his record player and records would go to Tony, and he would leave that pretty brooch he got from his mom to Natasha. That was it. It was a date.

But all of that changed now and he had to reroute his way around this. And that’s precisely what he was doing as he approached the door, already having wrapped himself in his robe.

He was going to go out there, tell this poor girl that she didn’t owe him anything, that he was happy to know that he had saved her life in Sokovia, and that she should go out into the world and find love, not wait around like had. Then he would apologize for his friends bringing her here, tell them all to leave him alone for good, and he’d even keep his posture throughout the whole ordeal.

That was the new plan, and he was happy with it. Yeah, this was good. This could work.

“Finally.” Steve heard Natasha say when he left his bedroom, entering the living room, a weird fuzzy feeling catching a hold of him for some reason. “So, can I tell Banner to let her in?”

He simply nodded, not sure what to do with a different kind of sensation starting in his lower abdomen. It wasn’t necessarily good, but it wasn’t bad either, which was surprising, because all he could feel of lately was bad. An uneasy, unplaceable feeling forming. And it was something completely new. Was it… Excitement?

Natasha opened the entry door of his apartment again, getting out but leaving it open. He could hear her and Bruce talking softly in the hallway, but he didn’t care to try to understand what they were saying, he didn’t care about anything, not anymore.

Because even before they walked back in, with a young woman following close behind them, with her hair pulled back and a makeup clean face, eyes glued to the ground and hands closed together in front of her body, he had already smelled her. He had already taken a big whiff of that intoxicating scent, goosebumps staring at the back of his neck, travelling all the way to his cock and making it leak precum. He had already set his eyes on that Omega.

And by then, he knew.

Fuck the plan.

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firefly-in-darkness · 4 years

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Misconceptions - 9/12

Characters: Y/N, Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Summary: Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have…

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Panic attack, torture & violence, angst...

Beta: The always lovely, Stacey - @princessmisery666 - honestly she’s amazing // all mistakes are my own.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this part - we are slowly making progress!!

Catch up with the series here: Misconceptions Series List

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Previously:

Sam: Y/N and I are heading back to watch movies, wanna join? Ask the others too.

Nat: Wanda and I are just in town, be back about 11.

Sam: Okay, gives us a chance to talk about the Winter Soldier sized elephant in the room.

Nat: Y/N still hasn’t made a move? James won’t, you know that!

Sam: And that’s why we need to push them in the right direction.

Nat: I’m in. See you later.

Y/N had avoided Bucky in every way possible; at family dinner, she’d sit at the opposite end of the room and on movie nights, she’d squish herself between Sam and Wanda. She even managed to have minimum interaction during missions, keeping the unavoidable interaction strictly professional. They hadn’t been alone on a mission since she was held hostage by Davenport, but she suspected Sam had had some influence over that. He was still protecting her.

Despite Sam’s interference, Y/N knew her luck would run out at some point.

Steve’s voice came through the comms, “If anything happens, head to our rendezvous point.”

Everyone had their part to play on the mission to look for evidence of new Hydra cells forming on the south coast of Brazil. Nat and Steve infiltrated the building to search for any intelligence. Sam and Tony were on the rooftops with the important roles of being lookout, instructed to only take to the skies to stop any incoming assailants.

Y/N was stationed with Wanda and Bucky on the ground; civilian and surveillance duty. For once, the intel was correct; no enemies lying in wait as they scouted their areas, Wanda in the Northeast and Bucky to the Northwest.

Y/N’s eyes scanned the South West section, watching the parents dragging their children across the crosswalk and tour guides giving their speeches. She leant back on the side of her car and sipped the coffee, her lipstick staining the polystyrene cup. Nothing out of the ordinary. She froze coffee partway to her lips again. He was only a short distance away and he was staring straight back at her. But it couldn’t be. Not here. Not in this crowd. His dark eyes glared back at her no matter how much she reasoned it couldn’t be him. Davenport.

He was only a road breadth away. Her heart pounded against her chest. Quicker and quicker. Her mouth dried and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Sweat slicked at her palm and she didn’t feel the coffee cup fall from her grip or the hot liquid splashing across her legs, even though the thin leggings did little to soak up the hot liquid.

Y/N’s ears buzzed as a lorry drove past, temporarily blocking the view of Davenport. And he was gone. She spun around looking for him, eyes flickering between the tourists and others gathered around. Nothing. He’s in jail; a maximum security prison. He can’t get to me. She conjured images of him handcuffed in a cell, then her thoughts flashed back to her captivity.

Her wrists still ached from the restraints, could still feel the way he stroked her cheek before slashing a knife across her stomach. The laughter that ripped from him made her recoil, his stinking breath warm on her face, as he watched her attempt to hold back her screams of agony.

She screwed her eyes shut and shook her head, a feeble attempt to bring her concentration back to the mission. She reached down to pick up the coffee cup when a hand gripped her bicep and pulled her up. She spun with the arm that pulled her and struck out. Her fist collided solidly with a jaw and she took a great sense of satisfaction with the grunt of pain that followed it. The haze faded and her vision focused on Bucky rubbing at his cheek.

“Oh shit,” her eyes widened, “I didn’t see you. I-”

Panic bubbled in Bucky’s chest as Y/N ignored every call of her name through the comms. He knew she wouldn’t go quiet on purpose and his fear began to wrap around his brain like a fog. Y/N. His thoughts filled with her; laughing, crying, smiling, scolding. His heart pounded against his rib cage, threatening to break free. His boots thudded on the concrete in time with his panicked heart as he raced to her.

He spotted Y/N as he rounded the corner, standing in front of the car, her pale face staring into the distance, eyes unblinkingly locked on something in front of her. He followed her line of sight and scanned the crowd. He didn’t see anyone or anything that appeared hostile. But he knew something wasn’t right as the coffee cup slipped from her fingers, Bucky pushed past the people in his way to reach Y/N. He saw her knees buckle and drop to the ground. He skidded across the bonnet, grabbing her arm and pulling her up.

Bucky’s head cracked to the side; he hadn’t seen the fist coming in his direction. He backed away slightly, rubbing his cheek, in shock at her reaction. He pulled her close as she attempted an apology, holding her tight to his chest, wrapping his arms securely around her shoulders.

“Are you compromised?” Steve asked.

Bucky scanned the immediate area. No one was looking at them. No one had noticed. “No,” Bucky answered quickly. “No, we’re fine.”

“Take her to the safe house on Taunton Street, we’ll come by to get you both tomorrow.” Steve’s commanding voice was laced with concern. “Look after her Buck.”

“Looks like we don’t need a plan to get them alone after all.” Nat’s voice snarked through his ear and he could hear the shit eating grin she had on her lips.

Bucky shook his head at Nat’s comment and took out his earpiece, one arm still wrapped around Y/N. Her hands gripped his t-shirt, the fabric creased under her whitening knuckles. Her laboured breathing was hot and sticky against his neck. He rubbed soothing circles into her back and whispered sweet words, feeling her body relaxing second by second.

Bucky guided Y/N into the passenger seat of the car, fastening her seatbelt and walking around to the other side. He drove away from the town centre and into the winding streets of the residential area, glancing at Y/N as she leant against the car door, staring into the distance.

Bucky’s hand rested palm up on the middle console, hope bloomed in his aching heart as he felt her fingers lace between his. The warmth of her touch filled his soul with comfort.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Bucky’s words were soft, weaving their way through the buzzing in her ears.

Y/N watched the world go by in a blur; buildings, trees, people disappearing as Bucky drove them out of the town. She collected her jumbled thoughts and went to move in her seat when she realised her hand had slipped into his. Her cheeks flushed and she pulled her hand away. A fake cough used as a cover to use the hand that had slipped into his to cover her mouth.

She glimpsed at Bucky’s profile, his focus on the road, his jaw ticking slightly as he moved his hand away from the console and back to the steering wheel. Guilt raked through Y/N, barbed wires scratching through her resolve to keep her distance from him.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispered, just loud enough for the Super Soldier to hear.

Bucky nodded and turned the car into an underground lot, putting it in park and climbing out. Y/N took the outstretched hand, he offered as he opened the door, and tentatively stepped out the vehicle. He dropped her hand the moment she was upright, the loss of his touch made her stomach drop. Get a grip. She steeled herself and followed him to the trunk.

“I know we can’t talk about it yet but, I’m okay.” Y/N commented, sheepishly.

Bucky acknowledged her attempt at conversation with another nod and grabbed the rucksacks, closing the lid lightly. They approached the coded panel door, pushing through once the door buzzed from the lock disengaging and giving them access to the stairs.

Two flights of stairs and a long corridor later they were in a small apartment. The walls were white throughout, basic furniture adorned the living space and a two-seater fold down table was pinned to the kitchen wall.

“Is your hand okay?” Bucky asked, rubbing his face with a slight twitch at his lips.

“Yes, I know how to throw a punch and you’re not made of marble.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Go freshen up if you want, I’ll try and sort some food.” Bucky offered.

Y/N gave him a soft smile and picked up the rucksack, as she approached the bathroom, she noticed there was only one other door. She pulled down the handle and pushed the door open to peek inside.

“Bucky…” She called.

He appeared around the corner, eyes alert, “Yeah?”

“Look.” Y/N gestured into the room.

He peered in and turned back to her with a frown, “It’s a bed?”

She rolled her eyes and pointed to the opposite door, “And that’s the bathroom.”

“So?” Confusion etched on his face and suddenly it clicked, his body rumbling with laughter, “Oh, there’s only one bed!”

Y/N glared back at him with arms folded across her chest.

“We’ll work it out, Doll.” Bucky turned away and headed back to the kitchen

Y/N turned to look at the bed once more before she reached in and shut the door. Hoping that having a shower and some food would help her forget about potentially sharing a bed with Bucky.

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writinggarbage007 · 3 years

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Bad Bad Girlfriend

Chapter 2

Bucky Barnes x dark! reader

Warnings: Sex, stalking.Also murder, manipulating people,general mayhem, con woman

Casey in the bushes with a machete

Will update warnings on each chapter if necessary.

Slight AU

You showed Nick Fury out of your house and watched as he and Maria Hill left in a black SUV similar to your own. Shutting and locking the door you flipped on your security to the house and grounds. You were still irritated with Casey. She had put you in a sticky situation with Shield and now you were going to get her out of your life.

Walking up the wide staircase you plotted in your head. There was so much to do and so little time. Heading for your bedroom you stripped and got into the shower. You probably had an hour before Fury sent you the files he promised.

You went through your usual shower ritual and dressed in a loose tee and sleep shorts. Padding down the stairs you headed for the office and pulled up your email. Right on time there was one from Hill with a huge attachment. You read over the files for all Bucky's ex-girlfriends with amusement. They were suckers. They went all in after the first date and didn't see the break up coming. Not a mistake you would have made.

Emailing Maria back, you told her you would be in touch when you had information they could use and stood up. Dinner and a Netflix binge before bed sounded like a really good idea. Tomorrow you'd have to start digging into the underworld you tried to stay separate from so tonight was relaxation time, you thought.

It took a week for you to turn up a lead. A low level Hydra thug named Burke dropped off the grid in Richmond, Virginia a few weeks ago. Two days later, another Hydra agent, Astor went silent. He was reputed to be handy with a knife and had no respect for women. There was a pattern in the weeks leading up to the abduction. Then the doctor was flown into Dulles airport outside D.C., and his reputation was for experimentation and extracting information.

Wherever this Samantha assistant girl was it was looking like Hydra had plans for her. That was never a good thing.

You called Maria Hill directly with your info and ran it down for her. Dates, contacts, video you had hacked or gotten by pretending to be a police officer. You didn't tell her where you got it and she didn't ask.

"Are you sure this is everything?" Maria Hill asked, and you grinned at her formal tone.

"Just one more thing," you say turning toward the french doors of your office."My contact said one more person he knows of went missing in Brazil last week." You pause for dramatic effect, "Crossbones. Brock Rumlow."

"Fuck." Maria says and hangs up the phone. You barely hold your laughter in. You knew that name would get her.

The Avengers Compound:

Fury walks into the conference room like he owns the building, much to the annoyance of Tony Stark. All the Avengers were present as Fury had requested. He knew they thought he was dramatic but you had given him good information and he needed the team to follow up on it.

"We have information from an informant. The abduction was the work of Hydra. None of Barnes' exes were involved, although our informant says he may want to be on guard when it comes to Casey Piven. We still have her under surveillance, but she's bat shit crazy." He eyeballs Barnes as the former Winter Soldier sank into his chair. "We have a list of Hydra agents who went off the grid in the weeks leading up to Samantha going missing. You may recognize a few names."

Steve snatched up the folder Fury tossed on the table. He went white, standing and leaving the room. Tony sighed and took the folder and began reading the names to Friday for facial recognition and background.

When he got to the last name he paused before reading "Brock Rumlow."

Bucky stiffened and looked around at the rest of the team. They all had varying degrees of trepidation on their faces. He blew out a breath and rose to go after Steve.

"Barnes!" Fury barked,"walk me out."

Confused Bucky followed the leather clad man to the elevators. Once inside Fury hit the stop button and pulled a device from his pocket. Hitting a blue button he turned to Bucky and said,"We have 2 minutes until Stark's AI reboots the cameras. My informant would like to meet you. She is Ms. Piven's ex-step-sister and she has a lot of insight we can use. She isn't a low level con woman. She has….Skills. I would like you to take the meeting."

"Sir," Bucky began.

" Trust me Barnes she has a whole list of reasons she doesn't trust Casey Piven. She even told the chick to leave you alone. Her grandfather and I did business together and I have done business with her a time or two. Do a background on her. Of course then you have to disregard everything you read." Fury lets out a huffing laugh. "Name is Y/N Y/LN. Address and date of birth will be sent to your phone. Let me know soon. She isn't known for patience."

Fury restarted the elevator and when the doors opened strode away with a wave over his shoulder. Bucky pressed the button for his floor and chewed on his lip. He had an appointment with Dr Kate this afternoon and he needed to shower and check on Steve. He'd think about this then talk to Steve about it tomorrow. Getting off the elevator he saw his best friend sitting in the common room with his head in his hands. Maybe he'd talk to Natasha about it tomorrow. The Punk had enough going on.

The next morning Bucky headed to the kitchen to get breakfast early. He wanted to talk to Nat before Steve, Sam and himself went running. Entering the kitchen he saw Sam was already there but no sign of Nat.

"Has Natasha been down yet?" He asked Sam.

"Yeah, she left about twenty minutes ago on a recon with Clint. Fury's tip had Tony and her up all night." Sam replied sipping on his coffee. When Bucky's shoulders fell a little with a disappointed sigh Sam said, "You can talk to me. I probably won't make fun of you."

Bucky considered for a moment then related the story from Fury, everything except the shutting down of the security cameras. He low-key wanted to learn that trick himself. As he sat across from Sam and took a drink from his own coffee, Steve spoke from the doorway.

"You should meet with her. She might have more info to get Samantha back." Steve said with an intense look that made Sam and Bucky squirm.

"I know you're upset about your assistant Cap," Sam said, (ignoring Bucky's muttered Ya' think) But we don't have a background on this girl yet. Maybe we get…"

Before he can finish Steve is calling to Friday to run a background check and find any information she can on Y/N Y/L/N.

Bucky and Sam just look at each other for a minute as Steve storms out of the kitchen calling Tony to see if he has other ideas.

"He is taking this hard." Sam says and Bucky nods.

"He's always had a thing for her. He said he never asked her out because he was being professional."

Just then Friday announced that Bucky had a visitor. Looking at the security screen he saw his latest "girlfriend" at the front desk. He hasn't called her in over a week and had only texted her back once, but here she was. Damn he missed Samantha right now.

Going down to the lobby himself he took her aside and explained there was a lot going on. Their assistant was kidnapped and he didn't want to put her in that kind of danger so he was breaking up with her. When she started crying he patted her back gently leading her to the door. He felt like an ass. Did they all cry?

After she hugged him again and finally left he turned and the security guard at the desk asked if he wanted to follow the usual protocol. Bucky sat while the Guard, Mike he thought his name was, explained that Samantha blocked their numbers and revoked their access to the compound. He just nodded and walked to the elevator to go find Steve.

Steve and Tony were standing in the middle of the lab with your files floating in the air. Bucky looked at your driver's license picture and tilted his head a little. You were pretty. Looking at the rest of the floating files (he was never going to get used to that) he saw a picture of a large house. Where did women that lived in mansions get info on Hydra? There was something off about this whole situation.

"We can be wheels up in 20. It's a short trip, maybe another 20 to get there. I'll take Buck and Sam. We'll let you know if we need back up." Steve was telling Tony.

"Oh I'm coming along with you." Tony said rotating the files again. "I want to see what she had to say to the Manchurian candidate over there. And this background is too clean. There's no social media, no ugly secrets. She runs an office supply company and knows Hydra secrets. I'm not buying it."

An office supply company? Bucky was sure Casey had said that she worked at one when she was laid off. He asked Tony if there were lay offs at the company and wasn't surprised when Tony said not in the last ten years. Everything Casey had told him was a lie from the start.

Maybe this Y/N could help them find Steve's assistant before he had a total meltdown. She could also help him sort through Casey's lies. He still felt guilty that Samantha was caught up in his mess and if meeting this girl could help he was going to do it.

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 4 years

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Dating a tattoo artist

Imagine: being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

This was a fun idea I had. I hope you like it. Enjoy ❤️

Victor Creed

-he is here for it

-since his loooooonnnnggg life is well long he loves to tells stories of tattoo artists he met Japan, Brazil, New York, New Zeland...

-and you can bet that he will have the most elaborate tattoo you can think of since he said so

'You want a tattoo? From me?'

'Yes, I trust you.'

'That's the problem, Vic, you could end up with a dolphin tattoo on your arm.'

'.... Well... I still trust you?'

-after that, he was a little bug just to be on your good side which you took full advantage of

Being on top, commanding him? Sure

Handing you the remote even though it's next to you? Of course

Helping you choose an outfit even though you are indecisive and he has a short fuse? Hell yeah.

-when the day came you tattooed him a small quote that described him

"Tough times never last but tough people do"

(Robert H. Shuller)

'I love it. Thank you kitten.'

Loki Laufeyson

-Since he was in the cell for most of his life (in my universe that's the worst thing happening for him, he didn't die nor his mother) he doesn't know what a tattoo artist is he thinks that's an alternative art form he is supportive

-after you talk to him describing the definition of tattoos and the art behind it he is very much perplexed

'So mortals pay you to pierce their skin with black ink to paint...something????'

'Tattoo something on their skin and yes.'

'With pain in mind?????'

'Yes, and it looks awesome.'

-when he heard the story of your tattoo shop he decided to tag along to see the magic

-he saw how men and women tattooed others while they squirmed in their seats he chuckled at the sight of it

'Darling you could have told me.'

'What?'

'You torture people with the needle machines and coax them into paying you. Brilliant.'

'Suree~~~~'

-he stayed with you to help you with the pain giving without a medical license

'I'm a God. I'm above it.'

'No one is above the Inspection.'

Thor Odinson

-since his depression and weight gain he is very much informed of the world of MTV tattoo show "How far is tattoo far?"

-so he very much thinks that tattoos are a stamp of disgrace

-and keeping that in mind he is frazzled why are you doing a job like that

'You are a shame barer?'

'Shame-what...? Thor! I'm not. The show is a disgrace to the tattoo world.'

'Shame~~barer~~~'

'Just come with me and spend one day and see it for yourself.'

-Thor is reluctant much to his words but still, you sat him down in the waiting lobby he chats up the customers a.k.a big muscular dudes that are already tattooed from the neck down

'So... what is your shame? What horrible deed have you done to come here?'

'Excuse me!?'

'You must be here to condemn your shame by immortalizing it with a flesh sticker.'

-at this point, the muscle dude stood up ready to attack Thor but you intervene quickly

'Marc, stop!'

-the man turned around hiding his tight fist behind his back

'Y/n, already done? That's fast.'

'Marc, you know that you were released 7 months ago and you are still on parole. Come on. Stop it.'

'He insulted me and-and my tattoos. Your tattoos. You know how am about your work.'

-Thor hears that as stands up grabbing Marc's arm examining the tattoos in amazement

'My darling, I want that felsh sticker as he has.'

'.......... Sure........ Wait here. Let's go, Marc. I need to vent.'

Steve Rogers

-Steve knows what tattoos are since he has seen the stick and poke of his fellow soldiers but never a photorealistic tattoo in your portfolio

-he is very much intrigued how you made that look like a real person on someone's skin knowing very well there is no eraser

-loves to ask how do you achieve such colors that simply jump out or how you make a fabric that of a shirt or some patterns, he is armed with questions

-and since he is an art wizard himself he loves to have a painting duel with you, you paint on his skin with watercolors and he paints on the canvas

-that's one of his favorite moments

'What did you draw?'

'A dolphin kissing a penguin.'

'What?!'

'Just kidding I painted the building in Brooklyn where you lived.'

'Did I tell you how much I love you?'

Bucky Barnes

-this man thrives to see you fulfill your dream and passion

-especially when he picks you up, he parks the car exiting it and walking in seeing you talk to your employees and customers exchanging stories and laughs even though in the near distance is the buzzing sounds of the machine guns

-you see him and grab his hand giving him a peck on his lips as a cheeky grin is stuck on his face

-as you talk about your day he always asks the question

'Were there any wusses?'

-alluding to men who cried out form the stinging pain, eventually tapping out to take a break

'Yes, a big dude Marc. Ordered a neck tattoo with details. Tapped out in 15 minutes.'

'I knew it!'

-he enjoys in the hilarious stories you can make up... I mean tell

Bruce Wayne

-you already know the drill he has money he will give it to you but politely delined

-he tried to help with purest of heart but still, the answer was no

-he loved to see your shop filled with many customers as he walked incognito, sunglasses and a cap saying he wasn't a private appointment with the head tattooer

-Let's just say you were pretty much in tears of laughter as he reveled his face

'At least you tried, Bruce.'

-he loves to talk about tattoos and the process of healing if it's on top of a scar

-you are hooked on the conversation and even make him some sketches

'A huge dragon on your back with black and gold lining.'

'Okay but how about initials of my parents?'

'That sounds... Better much much better.'

-so the day of his tattooing comes you tattoo in his inner arm putting the letter T. & M. W.

'Thank you Princess.'

Clark Kent

-Clark loves to see the vast tattoos so much that he wants one but he knows that his body will "absorb" the tattoo too fast making it disappear in a few months maybe weeks

-but still, he loves to see how your gaze is sharp focused on the tattooing even when HE walks that is how much you are focused

'Alrighty, Marc you are done.'

'Thanks, Y/n, you are the best.'

-Clark also loves to hear the influx of comments of your artistry even if he's a little jealous

-he loves to see just how much you are happier to follow this insane passion

'You are an inspiration Y/n.'

'Why?'

'Because... You just are.'

Arthur Curry

-you already know that Fishman is tatted to perfection and he is here for a tattoo lover as well

-if you ever have someone asking for a Maori style tattoo Arthur will be a fair judge, that's what he says

Case#1

'Why do you want a Maori tattoo?'

'Um, sir beca-'

'It's Mr. Aquaman. Continue.'

'Oh, sorry. Mr. Aquaman, I want it because I find them cool.'

'Just cool? Do you think that the abundant culture of Maori people is cool? Go home boy.

Case #2

'You want a Ta Moko? Do you what that is?'

'Sur-sure, it's a tattoo of the Maori people.'

'Ufff... Do you know how much of a meaning Ta Moko carries? Why don't you go to the Yakuzas and get a tebori.'

'They would kill me.'

'Of course, and I'll whoop your uncultured ass with my two hands.'

-you turned to the now pale boy

'Run.'

-the man ran like the wind as the Aquaman caught him easily giving him a cultural lesson of Ta Moko

Orm Marius

-he kinda has a small soft spot for tattoos especially those with a loving meaning lover, family...

-and he likes to "inform himself" about it so he asks a ton of questions even asking what kind of tattoo would suit him

'I think a small red tattoo would suit your taste.'

'I like the tattoos who can hold audios.'

-with that sentence, he left you frazzled as you google and got the special ink kit gifting it to Orm as a present for being a nice guy and not killing anyone

-he immediately records his audio in secrecy and handing you the ink

-after you tattoo the ink you hand him your phone with the app to scan the audio

'Hey, Orm. I'm just reminding you that I love you. So much. It's Y/n if you forget... Somehow.'

-later that day you doused him with kisses

Joker

-that man oozes with tattoos *cough*damaged*cough*

-and you can bet that he wants more of them he brings into your home the whole tattoo parlor just so he can have a private session with sex mixed in

-you gladly tattoo him patching up some of his tattoos he has outgrown them

'Why did you tattoo Kick Me on your back?'

'I won a bet.'

'Are you sure you won?'

'For sake of this question I did.'

-you cover the kick me tattoo with a large red dragon with green eyes

-he stands up looking at the tattoo in the mirror

'Sweets, you just got a huge tip.'

Duncan Vizla

-for him, tattoo nowadays are dumb in his time tattoos were means of solidarity with people who are bounded by the same ink and gun

-but keeps his mouth shut about it not to offend your dream even if it's tattooing dancing hotdogs

-he loves to pass your parlor when he finishes grocery shopping just to see you in action

-he loves to arrive at the parlor if you are doing a night shift just to keep you safe and in good company

-he loves to bring you lunch and watch you eat it with such content and happiness

-it melts his heart and just wants to make you more food

-but as he is present for the good he is here for the bad

-if he is somewhere anywhere you just need to call him and he is there in a minute be it a drunken person not wanting to exit or an aggressive man trying to grope someone in the shop

-he is ready to kill them if you say so

'You okay sweetheart?'

'Um-yeah...Thank you Donut.'

'Nonsense. That's my duty.'

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Rats - Bucky x Enhanced!Reader (f)

Authors notes: Since I got more votes for this to be a one-shot, here goes nothing. I hope y'all like this as I’ve been in a bit of a block recently. Not sure if I’m all the way out of it yet but, hey, at least I finished something.

Word Count: 5.6K

Notes/Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, past trauma, death, mentions of blood and violence, use of guns, stress and extreme pressure, some fluff that may or may not make up for the rest and a hidden trope if you look hard enough.

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“I don’t like this, Buck.” You said from the corner of the tiny, damp, room. “I don’t like this.”

Your anxiety was about to pique. You rocked on the floor with your knees pulled tight to your chest.

Bucky sighed as he finally walked away from the iron cell door. “Yeah,” When he got a good look at you, at just how much you were unravelling, he crouched down beside you. He reached his hands out but didn’t touch you, unsure if that would help or make it worse. “Hey, Y/N, hey. It’s- it’s gonna be fine.”

Before you had time to process the thought, you crawled into his arms, trying the whole time not to sob out loud. There was no stopping the tears but you could at least stop yourself from wailing. “I can’t be back here. They’ll make me do it again.”

Bucky squeezed you and wrapped himself around you. “I need you to do something for me. It’s important.”

You looked up at him.

“Close your eyes.”

You did.

“Take five slow breaths. In for five, out for five.”

In. Out.

“Good,” He could hear you struggling to stick to the five second breaths. He could hear you wanting to hyperventilate. “You’re doing great.”

In. Out.

He rubbed you back. “Better?”

Your face was tingling. “I guess. But, Bucky, you don’t understand. These people-”

“Shh. We can talk about that later. I just need you to keep breathing.”

So you did. You breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth. You repeated until you no longer wanted to puke. Until feeling came back to your fingers and the tears had stopped.

It wasn’t your fault. Just one of those unpredicted moments where you did your best but it wasn’t enough. You got cornered by a small group and isolated from the team. There were too many for you to take out on your own so Bucky came to assist. They tranquilized both of you. But knowing that didn’t alleviate any of the crushing guilt.

The mission was complicated. Everyone knew that going in.

Steve asked if you wanted to stay back, be the eyes from the compound, but you told him you’d rather be with the team. Steve was one of the few that knew a little about where you came from, He’d read your file, well, the parts that weren’t blacked out. Coming back to Brazil was going to be hard but you had been away for so long you thought you’d be able to handle it.

You were technically twenty-two when they took you. Hydra locked you in a dark, cold, damp cell and experimented on you for years. They wanted you because of what you could do. Part of your mutation slowed down your body’s ability to age. So, while you were 22 you looked like you were only a child.

They tested, took samples of skin, blood, hair, even bone marrow, anything to try and replicate what you were.

And, now, you were back. In this hole of a room, with nothing but the smell of rot and Bucky to ground you.

You looked nearly thirty, now, but your true age topped both Bucky and Steve combined. And you were getting tired. Hydra had been around long before Bucky and Steve had been born and you were tired of seeing them spring up like weeds all over the world. You were tired of running from them.

“He’ll kill me this time. He won’t let me leave.” Your voice came out flat and void of the panic you’d felt only minutes ago.

“Who is he? I need to know what it is you think he’ll make you do again.” Bucky was back to needing the facts, like the soldier he knew how to be.

You nodded. He needed to know for more than one reason. “I can do more than you think. Fury asked me to keep it secret. He kept it out of my files. Wiped it from my documentation so that it’s only me and him who knows.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened and he took a slow breath through his nose but he let you finish.

“I don’t even know how to explain it….” You dropped your head to your arms which were folded on your knees. You still hadn’t moved from the nearly fetal position you’d slumped into during your panic attack. You were still on the floor but Bucky had moved from being wrapped around you to sitting in front of you, meeting your eyes.

“I guess,” You started again. “I guess the simplest way to say it is that I can…” You wanted to make Bucky swear to never tell anyone but what was the point, you were dead anyway. “I can take life from...people, animals, plants….until they have no more left for me to take.”

Bucky’s brows pulled together as he processed and tried to imagine what that looked like.

A rat squeaked as it tried to run from the cell doors to a hole in the wall beside you.

You extended a hand and the rat could no longer move. It’s eyes darted around and it’s little fingers twitched. Then, it began to vibrate.

On a creature this small, it didn’t take much concentration and so you studied Bucky as he watched, in horrible fascination, as the rat shriveled and faded to just skin and bones. It’s fur, which was once brown and black was now a decomposed grey. It’s tail was like thread and it’s eyes evaporated.

He turned to you and you saw his mind working. He wanted to ask questions but he kept quiet for a few minutes. He sat back and ran his hands over his face.

“So you can…” He snapped his fingers, “Just like that and it’s gone?”

You swallowed, “It was just a rat, Buck.”

He looked back at the shriveled remains. “Just a rat…” His voice was distant and soft. Then he inhaled and looked at you. “Where does that life go?”

You shrugged your shoulders but you knew the answer. “In me, I guess.”

Bucky sat there on the floor, against the wall now, and just looked at you. “They made you kill for them.”

You nodded. “The second I take a life, they rush me into a lab for testing. Part of their quest for eternal life, I suppose. They want the energy I take but they never could figure out a way to get it. ”

“Is there a way to get it?” He asked.

You looked at him with a fear in your eyes that you knew you couldn’t hide.

And it was then that he knew, there was. He nodded.

Three guards came to the door. One of them pointed a gun at you, one opened the cell and the last one stepped in the door frame.

Bucky jerked up and stood in front of you. You stood behind him but flush against the wall. As scared as you were, there was no way you’d let them see that so, you glared at them.

“Both of you.” He stepped back out of the doorway. “Come with us, please.” He gestured out into the hall.

Neither of you moved for a moment then, the second guard raised his weapon at Bucky.

“I said please to be nice but, you don’t get a choice.” The man said with a roll of his eyes.

Bucky turned to you and nodded.

You stepped forward and he placed a hand at your lower back. He patted it twice before he followed you closely.

The two of you were led down the hall and you began to have flashes of memories you’d thought you’d repressed. After one or two turns, you knew where you were being taken. Your pace stuttered and Bucky had to steady you and push you forward to keep the guards from noticing.

“Easy,” He whispered in your ear. “This ain’t nothin’ we can’t handle.”

He patted your back again then let go before the guard to his right could intervene.

They lead you through the final set of double doors and, even though you knew it was coming, your stomach lurched as you entered the empty, circular, room.

You grabbed your stomach and you felt Bucky wrap an arm around you to keep you upright.

The white tiled floor was stained pink from blood that was only half cleaned up. There was a smell to the room. It was a mix of ‘clean hospital’ and ‘sewer’, like something was rotting and whoever was supposed to clean just tossed bleach in that general direction.

There were grates in the floor in five places. One in the dead center and the other four spread out near the walls.

You looked down when your foot hit something, a tooth rolled a few inches before stopping over a missed patch of blood. You were so hyper fixated on it that you could see the cavity that had formed in the roots.

You rushed to the nearest grating and vomited.

Bucky was at your back again and you wondered at what point would he finally see you for the monster you are and leave. You wouldn’t blame him whenever that time does come.

“Why are we here?” Bucky asked, clearly furious.

You wiped your mouth and looked up to see...Him.

The white lab coat, the gold wire glasses and the scar that runs up his face starting at his neck and went all the way to the center of his forehead.

He smiled at you. You wanted to kill him then and there, just get it over with and let the guards take you out but you wouldn’t risk getting Bucky killed.

“Hello, child.” He was so old, now. He was in a wheelchair and being pushed around by a woman who was clearly as trapped as you were. His skin was wrinkled and he had liver spots all over. His hair was nearly gone save for a few strands that he combed over his pale scalp.

“You look like death, old man.” You managed to get out. “You should invest in an anti-aging cream.” You began to chuckle, not exactly the time to laugh but you couldn’t help it given the irony, “I hear Aveeno has some wonderful products.”

The man tilted his head and grinned back. It made your smile vanish.

“Don’t worry. I have everything I need now.”

“Dr. Wasikov,” A guard took his attention. “We’re ready.”

You took Bucky’s hand, stepping close and infront to protect him.

The guard waited for Wasikov’s nod then opened the door. In fell a frightened man. He was no older than forty but looked as helpless as a child.

“Whenever you’re ready, child.” The doctor said, “I doubt you’ve forgotten how this all works.”

You looked over your shoulder to see three guns pointed at Bucky.

“It’s this man or your friend.” He threatened. “You choose. I’ll see you in the lab.” He waved a hand and he was escorted out.

Your heart rate quickened. You didn’t know what other options you had. Both you and Bucky were surrounded and out gunned.

“I don’t have much time to choose, do I?” You asked shakely to a guard. He simply shook his head and regripped his rifle.

Bucky stepped close again. “You don’t have to do this. We can take them.”

You shook your head. “No, we can’t.” You backed away from him much to his dismay. He almost looked betrayed. Maybe he was realizing how horrendous you were. Maybe he was disgusted that you’d given up so quickly. Either way, you had a job to do.

You walked over to the man and took a shaky breath. No sense in dragging it out.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes and you did your best to ignore his plea for mercy.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered.

He begged louder and a tear ran down your face. You extended your hand and took his life.

You hated how good it made you feel. How his life made you feel refreshed and rested. How you could feel your skin glow and your hair grow half an inch. You hated that you liked feeling this way. Like some alien vampire. A monster.

The corpse collapsed into a heap and you hung your head in shame. You fought back the sob and grimaced in disgust at yourself.

There was no way you’d look back at Bucky.

You didn’t know how many guards escorted you out of the room and towards the labs. Although, two of them had grabbed you by the arms and practically dragged you. But no matter how much they shoved you or poked you with the barrel of their rifles, nothing hurt as bad as not hearing Bucky call for you or ask where you were being taken.

Your time in the labs went by quicker than you remembered. They took blood, scraped off samples of skin and watched as it healed up in seconds. They did a CAT scan and an X-Ray, too. Then, you were sent to a new room.

Bucky was already there. He was sitting on the queen sized bed with his head in his hands. He jumped up when the door opened and you couldn’t read the look on his face when it was you who walked in. He didn’t say anything for a while.

You didn’t blame him.

You took your shoes and belt off then crawled under the covers turning your back to him.

“Why are we in here?” He finally asked quietly.

It was a fair question. This room resembled that of a four star hotel. A stark contrast to where you’d been only hours ago.

“Wasikov, works on a reward system. I do what he wants, he treats me nicer.” You didn’t turn to face him.

You felt the bed dip as Bucky sat down again. “I’m sorry.” He spoke softly.

That wasn’t right.

“What?” You rolled over under the plush comforter.

“I’m sorry this is happening to you.” He clarified. “I hate seeing you like that.”

Well, that made sense.

“I hate seeing you so...” He turned to you and you almost started crying in fear of what he was about to call you. But what he said next surprised you. “You’re usually so strong but this place, I know what it feels like to just walk into a building or see someone’s face and then suddenly feel weak and defenseless. I wish I could fix it for you.”

You realized that he genuinely felt responsible and you sat up. “None of this is your fault.” It hadn’t even occurred to you that he might understand what you were going through.

“Maybe not directly but-”

“No, not at all. This isn’t your fault, Bucky.” You didn’t even know how he could think he was to blame.

“You’d managed to stay away from these guys for nearly three hundred years and then you sign up with us and two years later you’re back here.” He rubbed his face. “I’m just sorry.”

You nodded. “I appreciate that but I don’t want you to apologize for it. I had the option of staying home and I passed on it. I wanted to be with the team.”

He sighed and unlaced his boots. He kicked them to the floor then dropped his head onto a pillow. “So...one bed. This is a bad romance novel if I ever read one.”

The corner of your lips pulled up as you relaxed back, too. “Have you?”

He turned with a confused expression.

“Read one? Are you a five dollar romance reader, Barnes.”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my stoic reputation.”

That made you laugh.

There was a comfortable silence for the first time since you’d been here.

“You okay?” He finally asked.

Your eyebrows raised as you tried to figure a way to explain your answer. “Yeah, unfortunately it feels…” You picked at your nails. “Not bad.”

“I was talking about the lab.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. It only hurts for a few seconds.”

Bucky reached over and took your hand in his metal one. “Is it hard to do?”

It wasn’t hard to figure out he wasn’t talking about regeneration. “Sometimes, It depends on if I absorb the energy or not.”

He turned his head to you. “You have that option? Where does it go if you don’t?”

“I don’t know exactly but the best way I can describe it is kinda like a stomach. I can hold so much until I get full.”

Bucky suddenly tensed, realizing something.

You looked over and he pointed to his ear and then to the ceiling.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not bugged. He’s only interested in one thing. He doesn’t care what I have to say. I could shout Tony’s bank account number and he wouldn’t care.”

“Why eternal life?” He asked.

“Because people who don’t have it don’t consider the burden it comes with.”

You were both quiet for a moment. Bucky’s thumb rubbed over the back of your hand. You rolled towards him and he did the same.

“How is Wasikov still alive?”

“Some kind of formula to help slow his ageing. That and Cryo.” You hated talking about him, but Bucky wanted answers.

He nodded. “You sure you’re, okay?”

“No,” You shook your head. “But you being here helps.” It was selfish but true.

You and Bucky had been subtly flirting since you came on the team. The two of you had shared a private kiss this past New Year’s but nothing happened after that.

He smirked. “I mean, if you forget about everything outside the room, it’s kinda nice.”

You paused and tried to see if he was lying. “Even after what you saw?”

“You’re gonna have to be specific, sweetheart. I’ve seen a lot of things. I saw Steve get taller, red faced nazis fighting over glowing cubes, alien monsters in Wakanda, I’ve even died and came back, so which is it?”

You wanted to pull your hand away. You shook your head. “I don’t get it.”

He took both of your hands, now, and brought them to his lips. He looked like he wanted to say something but he didn’t know how to articulate it. He began laughing at himself. “Oh man, it’s been a while since I’ve done this.”

You stayed quiet.

“I-” He looked at you. “You’re beautiful.”

You blushed and felt your cheeks grow warm.

“I guess what it comes down to - if you’re okay with it - is that I’m not lettin’ you go like I did back in January.”

“Are you sure?” You asked. “I am a bit older than you and I come with quite the trunk full of baggage.”

“I can handle it.” He smiled.

He leaned over and kissed you carefully. He kissed you over and over until you exhaled a light chuckle. His lips smiled on top of yours.

“What?” He chuckled.

You pulled back a little. “As first dates go, this is one for the books.”

He let his head drop to your neck and you hugged him.

“Yeah, not the smoothest move for me.” He wrapped his arms around you and you settled into him.

“Listen, you should know,” You started after a few minutes. “I’ll do what I have to to protect you, okay. Wasikov has this place locked down. We can’t escape from inside and we’re probably a few stories underground anyway.”

Bucky nodded and kissed your head. He squeezed you a little tighter. “It should be me protecting you but, I guess, we’ll just deal with that if it happens.”

You knew it would and soon, but you decided to let this moment sink in and not ruin it.

Before you knew it, the two of you drifted to sleep.

The next morning you were allowed to sleep in and around noon you were fed lunch. Not long after that you were both brought back to the circle room. Only this time Steve was on his knees.

“Steve-” You moved to run to him But Bucky grabbed your arm, his eyes locked on something else.

You followed his gaze to see Wasikov up in the box.

The box was where he watched when he knew things would get ugly or messy. A safe place that you didn’t know how to get to.

Your stomach sank as you also noticed all the guns pointed at you, Bucky, Steve and the two other captives. There were at least twenty guards this time. It was never like this.

You looked to Steve. You were going to ask why or how or anything that would get him to tell you what he was doing here but he answered before you could speak.

“Sorry, I had to try. Guess I’m just never gonna measure up.” He nodded at you. A guard hit him in the jaw with the stock of his rifle and Steve hissed at the pain.

That was a code and both you and Bucky knew it.

A few months ago you struggled when a mission went south on your watch. The mistake had been yours and it landed Nat in the hospital for three weeks. You’d told him how you didn’t think you could ever measure up and both he and Bucky had been there to reassure you. They told you that when you couldn’t measure up the team would always be there to pick up the slack and help you through it. And from then on when any one struggled someone would say “measure up”. It meant help was there or on the way.

“You gonna pick up the slack?” Bucky asked him from behind you.

Steve nodded.

So, Steve wasn’t alone.

“My child,” Wasikov started in his raspy, dilapidated, voice, “The time has come. I am indeed too old. My formula has reached its end and I need what you have. Take his live and give it to me.”

“I’ve told you, I can’t-”

Wasikov laughed a wheezing laugh. “Don’t try and fool me. Your room was indeed bugged. It always has been.”

Your knees almost gave out but Bucky was there to steady you. “It’s okay the team is here, we can do this.” He whispered in your ear.

“They’ll make me kill him, Bucky, and if I say no they’ll kill you instead. He has me trapped.” Your voice broke at the thought of losing one of them.

“It’s- We can...I’ll think of something. Just give me a minute.”

A guard stepped up and put his gun on the back of Bucky’s head. “Now, Princess.” The man sneered.

Tears filled your eyes. “Okay, okay! Stop, just leave him alone. I’m going.”

You hated it but you walked away from Bucky, forced to trust that the guard wouldn’t kill him if you complied.

You turned on Steve and froze.

“I can’t do this.” You looked to Wasikov. “Please, don’t make me do this.” You begged.

“You said it yourself,” He grinned from the safety of his box. “I work on a reward system. But I also work on a punishment system, too. You broke the rules when you escaped all those years ago. This is your punishment. Choose between your boyfriend and your friend. You have fifteen seconds.” He grinned for the box.

The air rushed out of you and you began to panic. Your fingers tingled again and you struggled to take a full breath. You had to make the call. Do you trust Steve or cave in fear and obey Wasikov?

“What do I do, Steve?”

“Measure up, Y/N.” He looked worried but not scared.

You turned to Bucky, the desperation very clear in your eyes.

He nodded and tried to look as reassuring as he could from twenty feet away. “You feelin’ hungry, Doll? I’m famished.” You got a sick feeling from the look in his eyes. You followed his gaze as his eyes darted from guard to guard. “Just rats, Y/N.”

Your throat tightened as the pressure built.

“Ten seconds, child.” Wasikov’s voice seemed to boom in your ears and the room felt like it was spinning.

“I can’t do it without him!” You shouted as you looked up to the box. “You want eternity? Let me hold his hand!”

Wasikov clenched his jaw but waved his hand in acceptance.

Bucky rushed to you. “I can take it and when I can’t, give it to Steve. Whatever is left, get rid of it.” He whispered as he hugged you and pretended to kiss your cheek.

The tears streamed down your face and your knees threatened to give out again.

“Five.” Wasikov scolded over the intercom.

You were terrified. You doubted yourself. There was no time to think.

“Four.”

“Okay! Just stop!” You sobbed.

Bucky held your hands tight.

“I need my hands, hold my wrists!” You instructed quickly. It was now or never.

Bucky took your wrists and lifted them to stretch out on either side of his shoulders. “You can do this. I love you.”

“One!” Wasikov shouted.

You screamed as you began to take the life from the room. Twenty men at once began to vibrate, their guns dropping to the floor.

It was hard and it hurt. You felt yourself reaching the brink of what you could handle and you screamed again as you tried to both take the energy of the guards and send it to Bucky. You couldn’t think about anything else but the taking and the giving. Take. Give. Take. Give.

The way it felt came rushing like a flood. This much life actually felt heavy like water but in the same manner made you feel weightless. The sound of it flooded your ears so strongly that everything around you was muted.

In your need to focus, time had slowed down but you could tell that you were getting full again.

You opened your eyes to see Steve standing in front of you, now. He held your wrists with wide eyes. He was heaving breaths and struggling to stay standing. You don’t know when they had switched but you could feel that Steve was reaching his max.

You jerked your hands from him and he collapsed.

Finally, you looked up to the box.

Wasikov was pressed to the window watching in awe. He was smiling, laughing even, like a spoiled child on Christmas morning. “Yes! Yes, my child! Take them all!”

You reached a hand out towards him and in his greed he misread the look on your face.

“Yes!” Suddenly the glass he was behind slid open and he was exposed. “Give it to me! Send it to me and I will grant you anything you want!”

A calm covered you. “Anything?”

“Yes, child!” He reached his hands out and leaned over the windowsill. “Anything!”

You caught a glimpse of the woman who had been pushing his wheelchair. She was crying, her make-up running down her face. But her tears were not tears of fear or sadness, but of rage.

“Just ask and you can have it!” He strained and reached out further towards you.

“I want your life.”

Wasikov’s joy vanished but before he had time to pull back, the woman shoved him out the window and he screamed as he fell two stories onto the hard floor.

The sound of his body hitting the tile would have made you vomit were it not for the white hot hatred you felt for this monster.

He struggled to breathe and blood dripped from his mouth and ears. He inhaled to speak-

The swift sound of an arrow took the voice from him as it implailed Wasikov’s throat followed by another to the temple.

You turned to see Clint standing at the double doors with a clenched jaw. He took a quick breath and said, “I figured it was best to let you have the last word.”

Then Nat and Tony, Thor, Sam, Rhodey. One by one they came rushing into the room.

You were relieved to see them but only for a second. You watched them take in the sight of the room, littered with decomposed bodies. Now, they would see you for what you are.

Surprisingly, Thor was the one to step up to you. “You need to take it from them.” He said encouragingly.

It was then that you remembered Bucky and Steve. You cursed out loud and ran to where they lay unconscious on the ground. Tony was knelt by Steve and Nat was checking Bucky’s pulse.

Your hands hovered over Bucky. You didn’t think of how transfering that amount of life would affect them.

You looked at Thor, who towered over you from where you sat on your knees, “I’ve never just let it go before, I don’t know what will happen.” You were scared again.

He gripped your shoulder with a nearly crushing weight. “We have faith in you, Lady Y/N.”

You looked at your friends. Tony winked at you but you could tell he was nervous. Rhodey nodded, so did Sam and Clint.

Nat smirked and added, “You think you can gimme some of it first, I’ve got a few scars I’d love to see vanish.”

You huffed out a grin as a tear fell from your eye.

You turned back to Bucky and Steve and took one of their hands in yours. You let out a shaky breath.

“You got this.” Clint said with confidence and another nod.

You tried to slow your breathing. Again, you were nervous. You had no idea what to expect, but you had to help Steve and Bucky. They probably couldn’t sustain all that energy much longer.

You squeezed their hands and exhaled. You focused all your energy on saving them and expelling all the life you had taken only minutes ago.

The room began to shake. The floor cracked and rumbled.

Then, light. Light coming from you. It radiated from you and stretched outward in a rush. As the life left you and touched your friends they felt the same weightless feeling you did. They felt the calm and the refreshing water that lapped at their core.

It only lasted a few minutes and you could feel Bucky and Steve returning to normal, their bodies no longer under the duress of life that wasn’t theirs.

Soon, it was all gone and when you opened your eyes your jaw fell slack.

The room that was once metal and tile was now completely green and covered with grass and trees, flowers and vines.

Bucky’s hand twitched in yours and your attention snapped to him. His eyes widened when he found you and he sat up quickly and pulled you into a tight hug.

He swore into your neck before pulling back and examining you, “You scared me to death.” He pulled you into another hug and you gladly returned it.

“I’m so sorry!” You said against him.

He pushed back to say something but then noticed the forest around him. “Where are we?”

Tony helped Steve to his feet and said, “Your girlfriend pulled a Persephone and made a garden outta nothin’.”

Thor helped both you and Bucky up and you followed the team as they headed for the way out.

“Wait,” You said and Nat and Sam, who had taken the lead stopped before opening the doors. “What about the other guards, this place is crawling with them.”

Clint looked at Tony, who cleared his throat, and shook his head, “Who wants to tell her?”

Sam stepped up. “Yeah, no. There’s nobody else here anymore.”

You looked at them confused.

Nat shifted her weight and spelled it out for you. “They’re dead, Y/N. You killed them all. We practically walked in here.”

Bucky slipped his arm around you as your chest all but caved in from the shock. That’s why it had taken so long. That’s why you felt as flooded as you did. You hadn’t just taken the room, you’d taken the whole facility.

No, but-

“The nurse.” You muttered.

“What?” Bucky asked.

You turned back to where Wasikov has been shoved from the box and saw her still standing there with tear stained cheeks. When she realized she’d been discovered she bolted.

“I got her.” Rhodey called as his helmet fell back down over his face.

“She’s innocent!” You called. You looked to Bucky, “I can feel it.”

He kissed your forehead and led you to the doors. “I believe you. James will take care of her.”

Tony turned to you and smirked, “So you wanna fill the rest of us in and tell us what the actual-”

“Easy,” Bucky warned.

Tony raised his brows in innocence, “I’m just saying, that was insane!” He jerked a thumb back towards the forest covered room.

The team walked and continued to follow Nat and Sam out at an exhausted pace.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind knowing what you are.” Sam confessed.

“The explanation is simple,” Thor started. “She is clearly not of this world. Perhaps of a realm I’ve visited.”

Nat scoffed, “She’s a mutant. Easy.” She turned to you and gave you a sharp look. “And there’s nothin’ wrong with that either.”

You managed a smile at her and she winked back.

Bucky pulled you close as the rest of the team threw out their theories on your true origin.

“How ya doin’?” He kissed your temple.

You nodded and took a deep breath. “I’m...good. I think I’m really going to be okay. This place is destroyed, Wasikov is dead and I’m finally secret free with the people I care about most.”

Bucky smirked and nodded, too. “Good. Now what do you say to takin’ some time off so I can take my best girl out for a real date sometime.”

You looked at him and a tear filled your eye. “I’d really like that, Bucky.”

Buck stopped right there in the middle of the hallway, you could see the door that would lead out of the building just ahead, and he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let yourself relax into him.

Eventually, you heard some hoots and hollers from the team and you both broke away embarrassed and grinning.

“Shut up!” Bucky shouted at them as he pulled you along. He turned back to you with a smile. “Let’s go home.”

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Darcy Lewis-Centric Masterlist

Links Last Checked: March 4th, 2024

part two

All About Trajectory (ao3) - 51stCenturyFox darcy/natasha, clint/phil N/R, 3k

Summary: Darcy has a crush. And nobody understands.

all of the while (i never knew) (ao3) - middlecyclone darcy/natasha T, 4k

Summary: Darcy works in a coffee shop. Natasha isn’t her favorite customer, technically, but she’s definitely the hottest. And the most secretive.

Curious Scars (ao3) - Amerna darcy/steve M, 95k

Darcy Lewis' Bad Day (ao3) - Thatbookishgirl darcy/loki E, 3k

Summary: Darcy woke up late and her day only moved downhill from that point. All she wanted was to wake up with Loki and feel him wrapped around her. But things were poorly defined and she had no idea how to even unravel her complex feelings about the god. She just wanted to get through the day without having anymore bumps.

Darcy Lewis Girlfriend Extraordinaire (ao3) - psychoroach darcy/everyone M, 42k

Summary: Darcy Lewis agrees to go with the male Avengers and pose as their girlfriends on different trips. What has she gotten herself into?

Everything She Didn't Know She Wanted (ao3) - bluecurls bucky/darcy/steve E, 137k

Summary: Knowing she had two soulmates comforted Darcy Lewis during the toughest moments of her life.

Then she met them.

First Sight (ao3) - grimeysociety bucky/darcy E, 20k

Summary: Prompt: Rebuilding Avengers HQ on a new site, and they get Jane to help with some of the science bits. Darcy comes with her. Bucky’s is smitten on first sight and of course Steve and Sam are stuck between lightly teasing him and trying to get him to at least talk to her.

Guinea Pig (ao3) - PinkPandorafrog darcy/rhodey E, 3k

Summary: Darcy's a little surprised when Tony Stark contacts her, but he's a friend of a friend and all that. Turns out he's been working on a formula that would trigger a heat in a Beta or an Omega, he just needs her to test it out.

Happy Ending (ao3) - Em_Jaye darcy/steve E, 13k

Summary: mas·sage məˈsäZH,məˈsäj/ verb: 1. To rub and knead (a person or part of the body) with the hands

In which Darcy finds herself under the hands of one very skilled massage therapist named Steve Rogers.

in deep with you darling (ao3) - t_fic (topaz), topaz, topaz119 (topaz) clint/darcy M, 48k

Summary: Darcy could have, under normal circumstances, resisted the aesthetics (however awesome they are, and holy crap are they awesome), but there's an itch under her skin—apparently, nearly dying by giant, fire-breathing robots from space in the middle of Nowhere, New Mexico will start you questioning your life choices. Who knew?

Indominus No, Raptor Yes (ao3) - nobutsiriuslywhat darcy/owen grady E, 32k

Summary: Darcy thinks she's just going on vacation to Costa Rica. She should know that things involving Tony Stark are seldom so simple.

She ends up with a raptor squad, and everyone plays a really crappy game of hide and seek.

In Love with the Moment (ao3) - Anogete bucky/darcy E, 73k

Summary: Jane and Darcy have been recruited to help support and rebuild the science side of the Avengers after the events of Endgame. Darcy can't believe her luck when the hottest guy around offers to help her with the luggage as they arrive. She's not exactly sure what his deal is, and he doesn't exactly seem willing to share, though. Eventually discovering his secret doesn't stop her from inviting him to come along to her parents' house as her fake boyfriend. Bucky can't seem to stay away from the pretty brunette with the big eyes, not even when spending time with her means meeting her parents before he's even kissed her.

Instead Of One Day Of Presents (We Have Eight Crazy Nights) (ao3) - FortySevens bucky/darcy G, 38k

Summary: “Steve, I know things are a little different now compared to back in the ye olde, but do you have any idea what it implies when a person brings someone of similar age home to a major, family-based holiday for the first time?”

He arched a brow, “That you’re being welcoming for someone who doesn’t have anywhere else to go?”

“I can’t tell if you’re intentionally being dense or if you’re being seriously serious right now.”

Or, the holiday trope!fic where Darcy ends up taking Bucky home with her for Chanukah.

Love In Every Noodle (ao3) - Dresupi bucky/darcy/steve T, 3k

Summary: Darcy is having a terrible week and it's only Tuesday. But the clincher is the realization that she's sick with the flu and has to cancel her date with her favorite fellas.

Of course the cancelling never happens, but that's not a bad thing.

On A Massive Scale (ao3) - kellifer_fic clint/darcy G, 5k

Summary: Welcome to SHIELDD - Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Dragon Division where Darcy's about to smack someone, preferably someone holding a coffee so she can steal it.

sushi pajamas (and other weapons of mass destruction) (ao3) - sevenfoxes darcy/steve T, 8k

Summary: Seven times the Avengers' weapons have liked Darcy better (and one time the Avenger liked her even more).

The Broken Ones (ao3) - iSneezeStars bucky/darcy/steve N/R, 31k (WIP)

Summary: Sleep. Get up. Put on her armor. Face the day and smile. Smile. Smile! Come home and break down. This was the way Darcy Lewis lived her life. Her eyes opened and she sighed.

“God damn it,” she slurred. She was awake and staring at her blurred ceiling. She had woken up again. Why? Why couldn’t she just not exist? Why couldn’t she have passed away in her sleep? At least then she wouldn’t have to pretend like there was a point to her life. She wouldn’t have to pretend like she mattered. She did the same thing every day, day in and day out. Wake up, get up, go to work, play babysitter, pretend she was fine, come home, cry and sleep. Then she would get up and do it all again. What point was there to her life? She wasn’t Jane; she wasn’t making scientific discoveries or trying to make the world a better place. She didn’t have someone to come home to at night, someone who loved her. She had nothing and no one… so what was the point of living?

Thor Odinson is Not Just A God of Thunder (ao3) - Valeris bucky/darcy/steve T, 34k

Summary: One of Thor's lesser known functions is as a god of fertility, and he certainly knows a maiden when he sees one. (Or, how Thor outs Darcy as a virgin and maybe gets her a date in the process.)

Turn Off Trouble Like You Turn Off A Light (ao3) - blithers darcy/steve T, 31k

Summary: “Oh, God,” he said, and she knew just enough about Captain America to find this a pretty strongly worded statement on the situation. (Or, Steve and Darcy wake up married in Vegas.)

Upon a Hill, Across a Blue Lake (ao3) - I_Mushi bucky/darcy/steve M, 12k

Summary: Fluffy ABO - Darcy has a few run-ins with the police and a couple Alpha Avengers show up to help. She /really/ should have specified to Jane not to send her crushes when she called for help. Steve/Darcy/Bucky Alpha!Steve, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Darcy

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Breakfast Of Champs

When Quill came up to the penthouse and went straight for the coffeemaker, Stephen didn't even blink. He just continued to enjoy the calm morning he and the kids were having while the god fumbled through the cupboards for the coffee beans and the grinder. It was one of the few things he was allowed to make. Of course Quill couldn't even make coffee at first, but after a few graveyard shifts at the station, he learned pretty fast. He would make his coffee and then sit on the couch and doze while his coffee went cold. Someone usually had to take it from him so it wouldn't spill all over.

Today though, the grinder didn't go on around the time Stephen expected it to. He heard Quill pouring the beans into the grinder, but when no noise followed, Stephen looked up from his book and over at the older man. He was just standing there staring into the grinder. The sorcerer knew for a fact that the beans were new (he just bought them yesterday), so it had him wondering if Quill fell asleep with his eyes open.

Creepy thought.

"Quill?" Stephen calls carefully.

"The coffee beans look weird." The celestial responds.

"What?"

Stephen puts his book aside and gets up to join Quill in the kitchen. When he gets to the counter, the doctor looks into the grinder and immediately bursts into laughter after turning away. Quill was so sleep deprived from work that he had grabbed the box of Cheerios and poured them into the grinder instead of coffee beans. He was at the level of exhaustion that a box and a bag of beans registered as the same thing to him.

"Quill...those are Cheerios." Stephen finally managed to say after a couple of minutes.

"Like the cereal?"

Oh this man needed sleep. Badly.

"Go sit on the couch. I'll make you your coffee."

"Alright...thanks Mama Bear." Quill grunts out before leaving the kitchen.

The second the pirate joined Valerie and Diana in the living room and laid on the couch, he passed out. Quill's snores started up very loudly, but no one was disturbed by it since it came across as purring. The girls just continued to color and Stephen cleaned up Quill's attempt at making coffee. He wouldn't bother wasting good coffee beans when Quill was already asleep.

"Friday, can you turn on Aristocats please?" Diana asks

"Right away."

Stephen chuckles as the tv turns on and the Disney movie starts playing. Hearing Quill snore probably put her in the mood for the movie, and it hadn't even been playing for ten minutes when Valerie gasped just loud enough for Stephen to hear in the kitchen. Before he could panic though, he saw her point at the screen with a smile.

"Mama Duchess!"

Stephen was just impressed she had said the second word so clearly. "What?"

"Oh I'm going to use that." Tony says as he comes out of the master bedroom. He descends the stairs and walks over to his spouse and kisses him. "Good morning Duchess."

Stephen sighs heavily as he starts breakfast. "Valerie, look what you've done."

The baby simply looks over at him with some confusion before returning her attention to the movie. Tony chuckles as he correctly makes himself some coffee, and Stephen decides against throwing some Cheerios back into the grinder for good measure. His husband either wouldn't notice or he would but wouldn't care. It wouldn't be the first time one of them ate some strange concoction of food because of their children. Just the thought of soggy Cheerios made Stephen nauseous.

"The beast have another night shift?" Tony asks and Stephen hums in confirmation. "Why does he come up here?"

"We have the good coffee."

"The dark roast from Brazil?"

"The four dollar box of Cheerios." Stephen jokes and Tony makes a face.

"Cereal coffee...oh gross."

The engineer double checks the grinder for cereal before grinding his coffee beans and he throws them in the coffee maker after putting in a filter. While he waits for the coffee to brew, he grabs a bag of chocolate chips out of the cupboard when he realizes Stephen is making pancakes. He dumps some chips into the batter without warning, but since Stephen was used to that happening, he just continued mixing. It wasn't always chocolate chips. Sometimes it was blueberries, others it was strawberries.

One time it had been apples and cinnamon.

"Tony that's enough."

"Just a little more."

"I see more chocolate than batter."

"Almost done…"

"Maybe we should forgo the pancakes and just give the kids chocolate chips for breakfast." Stephen says dryly and Tony finally stops pouring the chips and puts them away to clean the grinder.

"They would love you for it." Tony replies as he looks toward the living room. "What's wrong with my cat?"

"Peter's cat." The doctor corrects.

He didn't have to look up to see what Tony was talking about. Stephen had a bit of a ritual with the pets every morning when he was home. He would wake up, get dressed for the day, and Athena would follow him out of the bedroom after jumping down from the bed and yawning during her stretch. Stephen would then check on the kids, and when he got to Peter's room, Tibbs would jump down from the teen's bed and follow Stephen out and downstairs to the living room. The sorcerer would feed the animals and then sit in the living room to enjoy the silence while he could, and when Tibbs and Athena were done, they would join him. Today, the wolf laid down on the floor and Tibbs took that as an invitation to hang over her back like a saddle and fall asleep.

He was the weirdest cat Stephen had ever known.

"Pfft. He's my cat too. Lab cat." Tony says and fills a mug with freshly brewed coffee as some of the Avengers come up. "All of you better get coffee so there isn't any left for Porcupine. He needs sleep, not caffeine."

Natasha snorts. "You're one to talk."

"Yeah, well, we're not talking about me are we?" Tony moves away when Wanda grabs some fruit from the fridge to cut up. "Mom has a new title/nickname."

"Doesn't he have enough?" Sam asks.

"One would think." Stephen mumbles and flips pancakes.

Scott grabs a juice box from the fridge and raises an eyebrow. "So?"

"Duchess. You can thank Valerie."

"Ha! It's fitting." Scott laughs and walks into the living room to sit on Quill and watch the Aristocats with the girls.

The team passes the time waiting for breakfast to be ready either conversing with each other in the kitchen or watching the Disney movie in the living room with the girls. The tv was eventually turned up so it could be heard over the chatter and Quill's snoring, and that was around the time Harley and Peter finally decided to grace them with their presence. They joined their sisters, Peter pausing when he saw Tibbs still draped over Athena, but moved on with a shake of his head.

"I have a weird cat."

"My cat." Tony says and Peter narrows his eyes at his father.

"He stays in my room with me!"

"He spends time with me in the lab." The engineer counters.

Stephen rolls his eyes while Tony and Peter continue to squabble over Tibbs and Bucky and Wanda help him finish cooking breakfast. When it's done, everyone gets a plate and spreads out between the kitchen and the living room, and Scott wakes Quill. He wakes with a tired grumble before getting up to get his own breakfast, and returns to the couch to sit and eat while simultaneously trying not to fall back asleep in his hashbrowns. The kids sat at the coffee table to finish watching their movie, and while Valerie was a very clean eater, she still managed to get chocolate on her cheeks.

Everyone just gave each other knowing looks at that point. They knew what would happen next and it came to pass not two minutes later. Stephen looked at Valerie to check on her progress, and the moment he saw the chocolate on her cheeks, he licked his thumb and leaned down to wipe her face clean. The baby didn't even fuss about it. She was used to it.

Harley was the one to laugh.

"I bet you don't even realize you're doing it." He cackles and Stephen looks up at him.

"Doing what?"

"Napkins exist for a reason Mom." Peter teases.

The sorcerer blushes when he catches on before smirking and licking his thumb again. "While I'm at it, I think I see a smudge on your face too."

Harley's eyes widen and he moves farther away from Stephen. "No! It's fine! I got it!" He picks up a napkin. "See?! Napkin!" He wipes his face with it and Stephen chuckles.

"He's not the only one who does it." Quill says. He was a little more alert after his short nap and got some breakfast into himself. "I've caught Cassie doing it to Diana a couple of times."

Cassie blushes. "They didn't need to know that."

"Mom Jr." Bucky says.

They all laugh and finish their meal, and as dishes are put in the sink and Steve starts cleaning up, Tony points to Peter.

"Underoos, it's your turn to take out the trash."

"Ugh! Fine!"

Peter gets up and grabs the back of Harley's shirt and starts dragging him away.

"What are you doing cub?"

"Dad told me to take out the trash."

"Hey!" Harley yells at the insinuation and both Tony and Scott choke on their respective drinks when they laugh.

Stephen sighs. "Bring your brother back."

"You've got the wrong kind of trash anyway." Bucky says and thumbs over his shoulder at Sam. "There's your trash."

"I hate you." The darker male says with a glower.

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