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buckyalpine · 11 months

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“And how about this for our princess” another tiny mouse was thrown into the growing pile of toys while Bucky made his way up and down the shelves of the pet store. You giggled at the way he added more and more items to the cart without a care in the world, spoiling his furbaby.

“Buck, she doesn’t need-

“Yes she does” he huffed, tossing in another bag of treats, so she’d get to pick between chicken, turkey or tuna. As soon as you arrived back at the compound with about half the store, Bucky set all the things down in the living room before going and grabbing his favorite thing in the world, the most proud cat dad.

“You like all this babygirl?” He cooed, letting her sniff her new presents, happily batting a feathery ball before taking her time to swat at the bags everything came in.

“Of course she likes the bags” You snorted while Bucky shook his head. You picked up her up and set her down on your lap to the the different collars you’d bought her; each in every color of the rainbow with a cute silver bell in the middle. Each one looked perfect on her white fur, the pink one seemingly her favorite. You picked up the last collar which hung too low around her neck, about 3 sizes too large.

“Aww baby, I think this is a little big for you” You slipped off the black collar her head and put the pink one back on while Bucky picked up the black one you set aside.

“This ones huge” Bucky mused, holding it up to his own neck and fastening it, giggling at the fact that it actually fit him. “Now we match, baby girl” He grinned, grabbing Alpine and holding her up to his face, her little nose twitching, trying to boop it against his. She slow blinked, purring and tucking herself into his neck for cuddles, eventually slinking away again to play with her latest haul.

“I think I’d make a good cat” Bucky stated to himself while he stretched out on the couch where the sun was hitting, settling himself against the cushions.

“What” You snorted, sorting through the cat food and organizing it while Bucky folded his arms behind his head, lounging lazily in the warm sun.

“I’m low maintenance" He thought to himself, listing all the reasons he thought made him cat quality, “I like naps. I like chicken. I like dark spaces. I like belly scratches-

“Really, Mr. Don’t come near me within a 10 Ft. radius?” The laugh you let out made him pout, retracting his previous statement.

“Fine. I like when you give me belly rubs. You’re always giving them to Alpine, give me some”

“A child is what you are-” You shook your head, scooting near the edge of the sofa from where you were seated on the floor, turning around to your ridiculous boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your thrown, suddenly forgetting how to breath while Bucky laid on his back, still wearing the collar, the leather material matching his tight black t-shirt and jeans. His t-shirt had ridden up, giving you a pretty view of the faint trail of hair that continued down his jeans, the sun making the silver on the bell sparkle.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, noting you looked like you were lost in thought, lips lightly parted, breathing heavier.

“Y-yeah” you nodded, still staring at the little silver bell, shaking your head and the less than innocent thoughts that tried to sneak in. “You’re wearing the collar?”

“M’cute with it” He shrugged like a little shit, “C’mon, pet me” He grinned, bringing you back in earth, happily humming when you playfully rolled your eyes and sat beside him, letting your fingers graze over his abs, rubbing his tummy up and down.

“Happy now?” You cocked an eye brow while he nodded, closing his eyes and started falling asleep, the collar still staring right back at you.

Sitting so pretty on his thick neck.

Black leather with that delicate little bell-

“Very” He mumbled, half asleep, soon dozing off completely.

The fucker kept it on the whole day.

And it was driving you insane.

You knew he was near by because every time he moved, it would ring ever so softly, courtesy of his ability to walk so quietly from his assassin training. The collar was taunting you at this point. Delicate little rings everywhere he went.

You nearly lost your absolute shit when Steve and Sam cackled at the fact that he was in a cat collar. It wasn’t the teasing that drove you up the wall. It was the way Steve inspected the bell and the way Bucky tilted his head up like a little puppy to give them a better view, Steve’s large hand tracing around the leather, if only it was your hand, curving around his neck, your good boy sitting so patiently-

Relax.

What the fuck was going on with you.

You’d managed to get through the day without busting another brain cell, sitting against the headboard with a book while Bucky got ready for bed.

“Babe, can you help take this off?” Bucky strolled in the room, fresh from his shower, droplets of water trailing down his body, disappearing into the towel that was wrapped around his waist, that fucking collar ringing every time he moved. You couldn’t help but sigh at how cute he looked, cheeks flushed from the heat of the water, little jingles ringing as he came over to you. He sat by your side, lazily flopping over onto your lap, while you carded your fingers through his damp hair.

“You look so cute” You giggled, ignoring the way your pulse was beating quicker, body feeling hot, he looked so fucking pretty-

“Yeah? You think I’d make a good pet?” He asked playfully, nuzzling into your lap, a deep rumble emitting from his chest when you grazed your nails against his scalp. You continued to massage down his back, his body flexing and adjusting, making the towel around his waist slip, giving you a glimpse of his perfectly toned ass, back muscles rippling.

“Fuck” You whimpered, you tried so hard to will away the filth that was plaguing your mind again, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice but he did. He most certainly did. He smirked to himself, he could practically smell you arousal, nudging his face between your legs before sitting up and kneeling in front of you.

He was bare naked, thighs splayed apart while he sat back on his heels, his cock hard, standing tall and proud against his tummy, leaking at the tip. The only thing he had on was still that fucking collar, the twinkling silver taunting you.

“There something you like, doll?” He cooed, shamelessly letting your eyes rake up and down his body, giving you the most perfect view of his heavy balls, his swollen pink tip, his perfect peach nipples, his pillowy soft lips.

“You just look-so pretty with this on” You whispered, sitting up, tracing your fingers around the leather, flicking the bell lightly, continuing to trace over his Adams apple, “Don’t take it off yet” You whispered, letting your hand caress down his body, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him to lie back on the mattress, throwing off your pj’s while his mouth watered seeing you so feral.

His pretty girl so needy all because he was in a cat collar.

“Be my good boy, baby” you cooed, trailing kisses from his neck to his shoulders before tugging his nipples in your mouth, flicking your tongue over them, making him whine. You giggled, blowing over them, watching them peak as you continued to make your way down, finally reaching his aching cock.

You licked up a drop of precum that was leaking out, your tongue just grazing over his sensitive glans making him moan.

“Oh god” Bucky’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of you teasing his slit with your tongue, his hips lifting off the bed to chase more of your mouth. You pushed your tongue against his cockhead slightly making him hiss, gripping the sheets, nearly tearing them, “Please baby, take it all in your mouth”

You lightly smacked the side of his thigh to stop his squirming, wrapping your lips around the tip, sucking more of his length, loving how broken he sounded, unable to keep still. You sucked and licked every bit of him, getting his balls wet, nipping his sensitive inner thighs. You couldn’t take the feeling of being empty anymore, straddling his erection, pressing your bare cunt on him, covering his length in your slick.

“You’re soaked” He groaned, feeling your arousal drip all over him, grabbing your hips to rub his cock on you more.

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” You teased, taking his cock in your hand and lining it up with your entrance, pressing the tip just enough to make him sob without taking his full length, “Wanna put your cock in me?”

“Please, let me fuck you, I’ll make you feel so good baby” He groaned, biting his lip as you started to sink down on his cock. You didn’t get the chance to ride him; as soon as his entire length was in you, he planted his feet and slammed your hips down to meet his thrusts, fucking up into you like a sexdoll.

“B-BUCKKY” You squealed, broken moans leaving you lips as he fucked up into you harder, grunting and moaning, the collar around his neck just tight enough to make him pant.

“Take it baby, you like me like this? Like me in a little collar just for you?” He looked at you with glassy eyes, his jaw slack, a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his skin. The soft rings the bell made each time he thrusted up into you made your pussy clench, making your orgasm barrel towards you within no time.

“Fucking me so good Bucky, keep going babyy” You moaned while he gripped your hips harder, determined to do such a good job for you, angling his hips to make your belly bulge. “I-I’m gonna-FUCK BUCKY” You brought your hand down to rub your clit, grinding down on his cock as your pussy started to flutter and pulse, gripping his cock with a vice like grip.

Your other hand flew to his neck; his eyes grew wide when you tugged at the collar, choking him slightly, a pornographic moan escaping his lips, his cock immediately throbbing.

“OH GOD M’GONNA CUMMM!” Bucky started to lose his pace, giving you harsh sloppy thrusts, the sounds of skin on skin and wetness squelching filling the room as he fucked all his cum into you. You slumped on top of him, out of breath while he thrusted as best as he could to get you both through your highs, whining and whimpering at the way he cock continued to drip.

You snuggled into the crook of his neck, kissing his hot skin, smiling against the black material that was still around him, the bell ringing as you toyed with it.

“You’re keeping that collar” You panted while Bucky let out a breathless chuckle, still reeling over his orgasm, body still jolting from the after shocks.

“Damn right”

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comicsiswild · 1 year

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Avengers Forever (2021) #11

#avengers forever #avegners #robbie reyes #ghost rider #tony stark #ant man #deathlok #marvel #marvel comics

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farsight-the-char · 9 months

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Thor begins his Smiting of a pretender.

From Avegners issue 4, out next week.

#thor #thor odinson #blood cw #the immortal thor #marvel #wednesday spoilers #c.f. villa #jed mackay #federico blee

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thesecretwriter · 3 years

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drunken shenanigans (bucky barnes).

Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Thank you!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: It’s a drunken night out, you and Bucky are wasted and in love, but y’all never admitted it out loud before this. So, the rest of the team has to bear witness to the nonsense that the two of you have going on.

Warning: Fluff – it’s a very happy fic, you’re welcome.

Side note: Nothing at all, happy reading.

Marvel masterlist.

“You’re pretty, isn’t she pretty Steven?” Bucky smiles at Steve and then sends you an even bigger smile.

“No, you the pretty one. With your nice eyes and big muscles. I don’t have muscles; see Tony I don’t have any.” You pouted and pointed to your arms.

“I have muscles for both of us y/n, you can feel it if you want.” Bucky says shyly.

“I can!?” You shout excitedly.

“Yeah, I’ll even take my shirt off.” He said trying to pull off his shirt.

“Okay, that’s enough. I’m not about to let you strip in public.” Tony said motioning for Steve to get a hold of Bucky.

You were both practically forced by them to walk to the car that would take everyone home.

Natasha, Clint, Sam and Thor had all taken the other car back to the tower.

“I told him to lay off the mead, but he insisted that he could hold it.” Steve explained and glanced at Bucky who was playing with the window by putting it up and down repeatedly.

“Y/n look at this, we never had things like this in the 40’s.” He said taking your chin in his hand and letting you look at the window.

“Wow, my parents never allowed me to play with the windows. My brothers always broke my toys, but I still played with them.” You said sadly.

Bucky was nodding at every word you said.

“I’m broken, wanna play with me?” He asked smiling.

“Alright, you two better shut it.” Steve said sternly looking at the both of you from the front seat.

“What did I say? I just wanna play hide and seek with her. Goodness Steven, your mind is corrupted.” Bucky claimed pointing an accusing finger at him.

“You’ve changed.” You accused and also pointed a finger at him.

“You two aren’t going to remembered anything tomorrow.” Tony laughed and started driving.

“We’re not? In that case… “ It went silent for a moment before Bucky turned to you and took your hands in his.

“I love you.” You looked at him in understanding.

“I love you too.” You replied happily.

“You do? You hear that Steve? Tony? She loves me.” The smile he had on his face was one of happiness.

“We’ve been knowing it bud.” Tony laughed.

“Okay, so if we love each other. Then shouldn’t we do what people who love each other do?” You asked trying to comprehend what you were saying.

“Yes.” He agreed instantly.

“And what might that be?” Tony asked amused.

“Make babies.”

“Get married.”

You both said this at the same time while looking at Tony like the answer was so obvious.

“You will do no such thing, not while drunk anyway.” Steve scolded.

You had finally arrived back at the tower and both somehow made your way up to the main floor.

Everyone had retired back to their rooms and the floor was quiet.

“Where is everyone?” You asked looking around the dimly lit room.

“I think they’re sleeping doll.” Bucky answered and took your hand.

Tony and Steve followed the two of you towards your rooms, which was right next door to each other.

“Can we sleep in your room? Mine is cold, and I like holding you when I sleep.” Bucky admitted shyly.

“Oh yes we can.” You both walked into your room and started get comfortable when Steve walked in with Bucky’s clothes and made sure he changed before going to bed. He did the same with you and made you change in the bathroom.

“Okay kids, off to bed with the both of you.” Tony said from the door.

“They should be knocked out any second now.” Steve said standing next to Tony.

When they both looked back to the bed, you and Bucky were drifting off to sleep.

“You’d make a great mother Steve.” Tony patted Steve’s should and bid him god night.

The next morning started way too early, and you were squinting as you looked around the room.

You had no idea how you even made it to your room last night, but you’re glad that you did. When you went to get up, there was something holding you down by the waist.

As you looked behind you, you saw Bucky holding onto your waist in his sleep.

“Bucky wake up. Wake up.” You patted his cheek as his eyes fluttered open. He took a big yawn and looked at you.

“I haven’t felt like this since the 40’s. What was in that thing Thor had?” He asked rhetorically.

That’s when it hit you all at once, everything from last night slowly came to your mind.

You looked back to Bucky with wide eyes as the realization slowly set into him.

You were both in for quite the long talk after admitting what you did the night prior.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fandom #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #mcu #marvel #the avegners #avengers #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

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levi-inthesun · 4 years

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Do You Trust Me - Masterlist

Summary: Post- high school your mom and dad finally split, causing you both moved in with your Uncle Clint, your mom’s brother. Having access to the medical team at the avengers compound ended up changing your life, in more ways than one.

Warnings- past parental abuse (dad), swearing?

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#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x oc #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #the avegners #the avengers fanfiction

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scarlet--wiccan · 2 years

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HULKLING + WICCAN, by Peach Momoko

fan-edit/recolor, phone wallpapers @scarlet--wiccan; plz reblog if you use/save

#hulkling #wiccan #billy kaplan #teddy altman #hulkling & wiccan infinity comic #young avegners #youngavengers #marveledit #marvelgraphics #wallpaper #dcedit #peach momoko #goebig #eidolon

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5-puthyyy · 3 years

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Thin Walls - Chapter 5

summary : stark throws a party and you find some time to talk to dr strange about a new possible problem, but nat misinterprets your discussion for flirting

warning/s : language + sexual references

<---chapter 4 / chapter 6--->

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The party isn’t really that but more of a gathering of close friends who are doing everything in their power to get as drunk as possible and forget about their problems. It all sounds like an unhealthy way of coping, but if you’re honest with yourself you’ve probably never laughed as much as you have with the Avengers.

Thor has some Asgardian liquor to share with Bruce who can’t get drunk on the alcohol here, and soon enough the two are going at it with arm wrestling competitions. Clint hasn’t had much to drink, insisting he has to leave early to go home to his family but promising he’ll visit once a week to check up on everyone. You’d expect specific people to be grouped together but they’re not: Gamora and Natasha are sitting together on the couch, no doubt talking about their shared experiences on Vormir, and Ant-Man, or Scott as he keeps telling you to call him, is in the middle of a drinking competition with Tony.

You definitely feel a little out of place here, but there’s something else that feels off tonight. There’s something missing. You’re sitting at the bar nursing a beer, wearing tight black jeans with combat boots and a burgundy button up top. You couldn’t be bothered with something formal like a dress since it’s just a small party. Just as you finish your beer, Strange comes up from behind you still wearing his cloak - you’re beginning to think he sleeps in that thing.

“Glad you figured it out. Well done, Y/L/N.” He says before reaching over the bar and grabbing the bottle of whiskey with another glass. He pours one for you and refills his own before tapping his glass to yours and taking a sip.

“I’d like to say I’m mad at you for not telling me earlier, but I’m sure you’ll cryptically say it wouldn’t have happened if you did.” You laugh together and you’re tipsy enough to lean towards him, your head brushing against his shoulder. You don’t notice Natasha’s eyes as sharp as daggers watching your every move.

“Listen, I don’t think we should talk about this here, or now, but I think we might have another problem.” You lean in closer to him with a teasing smirk on your face.

“Are you going to tell me this problem or do I have to figure it out on my own?” He chuckles for a brief second before sighing and shaking his head. Your expressions turns a little more serious after realising this might be a problem problem.

“Wanda’s missing. Clint said she’s just been in her room grieving, but I couldn’t feel her energy. So I checked, and she’s not there.” You knew something was missing; what you couldn’t feel was her magic, her strong aura, that pull you had towards her.

“That’s what was missing.” You mumble and he tilts his head at you in confusion before you shake your head and ask, “Do you think she’s in trouble or…?” You trail on, too scared to admit or even think about what she’s capable of doing. You know she’s a good person at heart, but what you saw in her eyes, that pain is something you know is powerful enough to consume anyone.

“I think she might be the one to cause the trouble.” He glances over his shoulder to make sure no one’s close enough to hear and Natasha quickly turns her head back to the conversation she was having with Bruce, Gamora and Starlord. Strange shifts his stool closer to you, voice going down to a whisper.

“Can’t you just…do your thing and look at what happens?” You breathe out, circling the top of the glass with your middle finger. The rings of your fingers sparkle under the warm light from the hanging bulbs above the bar.

“I can, but then again, when I do that all I am is a mere observer of the future. I can’t do anything to change or prevent it from happening.” You nod in understanding and sigh, taking a sip of the whiskey trying to keep your face neutral at the harsh liquid slipping down your throat. You always were more of a beer person, maybe cider every now and then. You weren’t much of a drinker after you recovered from your unhealthy binging habits years ago.

“Right. I tried to help her, you know. I could…when she touched me I could feel her pain, and it was a lot. But what’s scarier is I know that pain was just the tip of the iceberg.” Thinking back to the moment you had with her, you can’t get those emotions out of your head. It was strong, powerful, almost like a heated mess that was getting ready to blow. Her magic felt unstable, and maybe that’s why you were drawn to her.

“I might not know her, but I feel like her magic is calling for me. It’s hard to explain but-” You excitedly interrupt him with a hand on his arm, grinning at the fact that you have a friend you can talk to about this type of stuff. He understands magic, and you can’t wait till you can discuss it in even more depth with him, preferably with his spell books to study.

“No, I feel it too. I understand completely. I just-” You turn towards the interruption.

“Hey. What you drinking?” Natasha’s voice, a little higher than it usually is, interrupts the two of you. She almost steps between you two and probably could have if Strange hadn’t moved his stool closer earlier. She gives you a wide smile and Strange a tight one.

“Oh, hey Natasha. Just whiskey.” You turn back to Strange and can tell he’s feeling a little uncomfortable to talk about this with anyone else around. “Meet me outside tomorrow morning?” He gives you a smile and nod before leaving to find Tony who pulls him into a tight hug with a loud laugh. Natasha takes his seat and pulls the stick of olives out of her martini to bite one off. Your eyes are drawn to her lips again and her white teeth biting softly.

“So, what you guys doing tomorrow?” She asks curiously, and you laugh nervously, sipping on your drink.

“Oh, we just have some stuff to talk about.” She hums in response before spitting out the pit. You watch it fall against the glass bar before rolling off.

“Sounds important.” She bites her bottom lip again and you close your eyes for a second to compose yourself before tapping your fingers on the bar lightly. Her eyes follow the movement of your fingers and she bites her lip a little harder.

“It might be, it might not be. Don’t really know yet, I guess we take it one step at a time.” At your sigh and smile, she leans away from you. Her expression changes a little, eyes no longer confident and lips turned down.

“Oh. I didn’t know you guys were like, dating?” You almost spit out your drink at that. You and Strange? Well, that in itself is strange considering men are nowhere near comparable to women - at least to you. There’s something about a woman’s touch, her soft skin against yours, her gentle kisses that just drives you crazy. You laugh at her assumption and take notice of her confused but also disappointed expression. You’re starting to think the possibility of her being attracted to you is higher than you initially thought it was. Your thighs rub together at the thought.

“Oh! No, no, definitely not! I’m insanely gay. Strictly women.” Suddenly that disappointment on her face is gone, replaced with a smirk.

“I’m sorry for that assumption. You guys just look close is all.” She says in a low voice while shifted a little to face you. Her hand is now mimicking yours by running her finger along the top of her glass.

“Oh no, don’t worry about it. Honest mistake.” Your eyes stick to her finger, hypnotised by the way it’s moving, twisting, curling. You tried not to stare tonight when you first saw her in that blue dress. It’s not even tight, or short, or scandalous; she just looks insanely beautiful in her long dress with the slit on the side to show off a little skin. Midnight blue looks good on her and it reminds you of the hue that lit her up in Vormir.

“So, what kind of women?” She asks you but you barely hear her question, still focused on her fingers. Her hand suddenly stops and she chuckles at you, drawing your attention back to her face.

“Huh?” You ask, confused, mouth hung open a little, eyes a shade darker.

“What kind of women are you interested in? Got a type?” Natasha inches closer, smirking playfully but the look in her eyes tell you she actually wants to know your answer. You decide to play her little game, gaining the confidence to flirt back.

“Just…women.” You tease, expecting her to ask more to show her interest. She groans at your response and you gulp at the reminder of her groans you heard earlier. Those, paired with the look on her face right now as she closes her eyes and pulls her brows together to meet in the middle…needless to say your imagination will run with this.

“Come on, give me more than that. Any exes?” Her eyes narrow as she asks, but you look away and clear your throat. That’s not something you want to think about. It’s over and it has been over for her for years, so there’s no point dwelling on the past. This whole time jump is a lot to take in but in all honesty it feels more like a fresh start for you. A new book maybe, or just a new chapter. There was no real life for you to leave behind anyway, not when Jasmine was all you had.

“Yes. I was with someone, Jasmine, before I vanished. Came back and she was with someone else so I guess that’s over.” Her hand rests on top of yours and squeezes gently. It’s comforting, but that’s not all you want now. You don’t want sympathy, you just want her. You turn to face her again with a smirk. “She’s a blonde. Blue eyes. But I prefer redheads…and combined with green eyes? God, I can’t help wanting to rail them until they absolutely break.” You punctuate most of that last sentence and watch proudly as she gulps. Her eyes flick between your own and your lips.

“Are you flirting with me, Y/L/N? Very bold.” She lets out a nervous laugh, clearing her throat and composing herself. She’s grown use to making advancements towards women rather than the other way round. But you’ve always been more dominant, and your experiences mean you can easily read when someone has a more submissive side, even if it’s hidden deep down. The way you’re throwing her off has her eyes losing that strong seduction, turning into desperate desire. The different shades of green you’ve already seen in her eyes are imprinted in your memory to help future you figure out exactly how she’s feeling just by looking into her eyes.

“I can think of something bolder.” You mumble, thinking back to when you heard her fucking herself earlier. You’re bold enough to bring it up and tease her with it, hoping it doesn’t cross any boundaries. Her reaction to it will tell you all you need to know.

“Hmm? What’s what?” She asks, licking her lips now, inching even closer to you, so close your nose almost brushes against hers.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how the walls between our rooms are really thin…” You whisper, watching as her eyes widen and she lets out a small gasp. You smirk at her before standing up, gulping down the rest of your glass and strolling over to where a few people have turned Tony’s pool table into beer pong. You know her eyes follow you.

By the end of the night, Thor had come to the decision that he’ll leave with Starlord and his crew. Space is what he’s always known, and with Thanos defeated and Steve gone, he feels like his time on Earth is done. With both Steve and Thor gone, Tony felt the only natural thing for him to do was leave too and go back to his cabin with Pepper and Morgan. By his logic, since word has spread - according to Carol - and practically every being in the universe is aware that Earth’s mightiest heroes managed to defeat Thanos, the chances of being attacked again are incredibly low. Clint left earlier, eager to go back to his family, but not without hugging Natasha for an incredibly long amount of time, and you’re sure you saw tears in her eyes when she pulled away. The only people that decided to stay living in the compound was you, Natasha, Bruce, Sam, Bucky, and surprisingly Carol. She said she’d like to have a break, and being around friends is exactly what she needs.

“What exactly can you do with your powers? You mentioned rules earlier?” Carol asks you curiously, sitting on the couch across yours. You look over the cards in your hand and see her leaning back and sipping on her beer. It’s almost 1am. Most people have either left or gone to bed at this point but you, Carol, and Natasha at the pool table playing a game with Bucky.

“I wasn’t really joking earlier when I said I’m a writer. There’s an art to it.” You playfully reply and drop a card on top of the stack on the coffee table. She lets out a loud laugh that you don’t realise gains Natasha’s attention. If you lift your head up you’d see her greener than Bruce. Her jealousy with Strange was unjustified, but considering you’re into women, and it’s clear Carol is too, she can’t help the feeling that possesses her.

“An art? Please, enlighten me.” She leans forward with her elbows on her knees, narrowing her eyes at you. You sigh and lean forward too, placing your cards on the table to try and come up with an answer.

“It has to make sense. What I write has to flow together like I’m writing a story, a poem, like it’s a sentence or paragraph in a novel. I can’t just write ‘Tony is brought back to life’. There’s no action to cause that, no logic behind it.” You speak a little slowly, alcohol gone to your head at this point in the night. She’s still nursing her beer, this time rolling her eyes a little. You tilt your head, somewhat offended by her reaction.

“That doesn’t seem too hard though.” She shrugs her shoulders and you do the same in response.

“I didn’t say it was.” She lets out an empty laugh with her hands raised up. You think you hear something that sounds like a growl but you focus on Carol smirking at you.

“I’m just saying, you came here out of nowhere insisting that you can save us all-” Her tone isn’t one you appreciate, and it’s not one Natasha appreciates either as she interrupts her before you can.

“And she did. Could you have brought Tony back? Me? Gamora?” Nat’s towering over her with her arms crossed over her chest, eyes dangerously dark and glaring at her. It’s probably not a good idea to provoke Captain Marvel, but Black Widow might get a punch or two in. As hot as it sounds, you’d rather not have these girls fighting over you right now so you clear your throat but Carol beats you to it this time.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, Nat. It just seems like Y/N got lucky. You can just write what you want and boom, it works.” You scoff at that and both of them turn to look at you as you lift your hand up.

“I’m afraid it’s not quite like that. There’s consequences…but only I feel them.” You move your fingers, twisting and twirling them around as magic radiates off of them. First yellow, but a little purple begins to twist with it causing you to sigh and shake your hand again. There’s a silence as Carol seems to understand the implications of what you’ve just shown her. Now she’s looking at you with not only sympathy and guilt, but a little fear. It’s a natural reaction to purple magic. Nat doesn’t quite understand it but she glances between the two of you and relaxes a little as Carol clears her throat and stands up.

“We’ll have a go at first impressions again tomorrow.” She says with a chuckle and nod.

“I think we’re on third impressions by now, Danvers.” You narrow your eyes playfully and she shakes her head with a smile before walking off.

“Have a nice night, ladies.” She yells when she makes her way down the corridor. You look around quickly and see Bucky had snuck away at some point during the conversation. Natasha sighs and throws herself down on the couch next to you, close enough for your thighs to be touching.

“You’re cute, you know.” You say with a wide smile. Her cheeks flush pink and she tries to turn her head away but you use a finger on her chin to turn her back to face you. You decide then and there that you’re going to make her blush at least once a day just to see that face again.

“Stop it.” Nat lets out a quiet giggle and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. It’s in waves after being taken out of the braid it was in. Despite how badly you loved her bright red locks when you first saw the Avengers in the news all those years ago, you have to admit to yourself that the transition to blonde tips looks even better. She looks softer, more comfortable with herself rather than having to put up a front of this badass assassin.

“No, you are. The way you just tried to defend me was adorable. And hot.” You husk out with a playful wink and stretch your arm to rest on the back of the couch, fingertips lightly playing with her hair. She bites her lip, looks down at her lap before looking back up with nervous eyes.

“How hot?” She asks in a low voice, leaning in closer to you, almost panting with how quick she’s breathing. You lean in closer, hypnotised by her eyes that are turning a darker shade of green by the second.

“If you’re lucky enough you might hear my answer to that question when you’re laying in bed tonight.” You whisper, breath lingering on her lips and you definitely don’t miss the small whimper she tries to swallow.

“Thin walls.” She mumbles and reaches a hand to rest on your thigh but suddenly pulls back when she makes contact. There was a spark. No, a literal spark of yellow coming out of her fingertips. “What was that?” You stutter, not knowing how to respond to that. You’ve had theories, but not much experience when it comes to using your magic on other people. “I-I don’t have powers. Was that you? It came out of me.” Her eyes are wide and frantic as she pulls back and holds her hands out in front of her, twisting and turning them to see if there’s anything wrong. You take a hold of her hands, feeling the need to take care of her and keep her calm.

“Relax, it’s not you. Just me. Inside you.” Her eyebrow raises at that with a faint blush and you let out a chuckle, rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb. ”My magic, I mean. Bringing you back was a magic trick I guess, so it takes some time for that to fade out of you. But it’ll go. I promise.” She nods and looks up at you after dropping her hands to her lap. She tries to sit closer to you, almost on your lap at this point, hand resting on your thigh and your hand back to playing with her hair.

“What if I don’t want it to go? Is that why I feel so…I don’t know. It’s like there’s a rope and it’s wrapped around the both of us, and anytime I get too far it stretches…and it hurts, and I want to get closer.” You feel it too, and the fact that she’s feeling it and wants to keep feeling it drives you crazy. Your eyes focus in on her lips, wet after she’s swiped her tongue across it, plump and full, so kissable. Your nose brushes against hers and you look up to look into her eyes.

“I don’t know if that’s my magic or just…our magic.” You mumble and she pulls back to let out a loud laugh that stretches a wide smile on your face. God, she’s just…music. Her laugh, giggles, chuckles…her moans, groans, whimpers. You want to see what other sounds you can pull out of her.

“That was cheesy.” She whispers, leaning in again. Her hand moves higher up your thigh and yours moves from her hair to her cheek.

“Way too cheesy.” She leans into your touch, closing her eyes and breathing softly. She looks at peace. And you don’t want to ruin that just yet. You decide to call it a night. You made sure she definitely heard your answer to her question though the walls before you both fell asleep listening to each other’s steady breaths.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff #black widow #avegners #avengers fanfiction #jealous!natasha #black widow fic #black widow x reader #tony stark party #avengers x reader #natasha romanoff jealous

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chemicalarospec · 3 years

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wait so if mcr is canon to the MCU which Avenger read frerard fanfic, or better yet, wr-- *gunshots*

#mcr #mcu #marvel #avegners #my chemical romance #frerard #and i hate that i've used that lmao #I said this #horrid jokes I've made #implied violence #implied violence tw

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anotherincorrectmarvelblog · 4 years

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[Press conference]

Steve[in full Cap attire]: I just wanted to remind you all that I do in fact have a fat ass

Audience:

Bucky: Eyy

#incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect marvel #marvel #incorrect avengers #incorrect avengers quotes #avegners #incorrect mcu quotes #mcu #incorrect mcu #stevebucky #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #stucky #steve x bucky

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caroldanverspanels · 3 years

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Avengers: Curse Of The Man-Thing (2021) #1

#She-Hulk #Thor #Blade #Iron Man #Captain Marvel #Avegners #The Avengers #Marvel #marvel comics

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moonvis · 4 years

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One Last Battle (1/?)

Ship: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary chapter 1: Bucky and Y/n was sure they were going to become parents, but it turns out something else is forming itself in Y/n’s stomach. Something none of them could have expected. It’s simply the start of a battle for life itself.

Plot note: Based on the movie “Irreplaceable you”, set six months after the events of Endgame.

Warnings: angst, hospitals, heartbreak, fluff, sad. || Words: 2.5k

Masterlist || One Last Battle Masterlist (find in bio)

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Chapter 1: Wrong expectations

There’s this moment when everything changes. One look back, and there was the moment before. The moment Y/n was simply thinking about whether she’s hoping for a boy or a girl, and tiny fingers and toes, and then… suddenly, the real news arrives, and all happy expectations Bucky and Y/n shared are turned upside down. The world has turned upside down. Their future has turned upside down. Everything changes.

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The morning had been filled with a hint of nervousness, but mostly excitement, since today was the day Y/n and Bucky were to find out if they really were having a baby or not. But first, Y/n had promised to meet up with Trisha at their favourite meeting spot, the local Ben & Jerry’s ice cream bar. She could already feel the taste of a delicious ‘Salty Caramel Core’ as she entered the bar, quickly to be met by a waving hand at a small table to her left. Y/n smiled towards her energetic friend and found her over.

“Hi! I already ordered your favourite.” Trisha winked at Y/n as she sat down.

“Should have expected that,” Y/n chuckled, knowing it as a habit of Trisha. “thanks.”

Trisha leant her posture a tiny bit towards Y/n, a grin on her face. Y/n knew exactly what was on her mind, since they shared the same thought about Y/n’s possible pregnancy. Even though Y/n’s pregnancy was found very unexpected and scary at first, everything seemed to be great about it at this point. Bucky was the most nervous out of the two of them, not sure if he of all people would be able to have a kid. Fortunately, Y/n convinced him it would be ok and that he would make a great dad, something she specialised in. For the last few days, Bucky and Trisha seemed to be likewise excited, which gave a warm feeling to Y/n’s heart.

“Are you nervous?” Trisha asked once she leant her posture towards her friend.

“I guess, it’s a huge step in life.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders lightly, full in thought. “Still, after everything Bucky and I have been through the last years – there’s too much to mention – I think it’s time we finally take that next step, you know?”

Trisha nodded with agreement, full of understanding. Y/n didn’t have to mention a single detail about Bucky’s or her own past – Trisha knew it all by now. Hydra, The Avengers, Thanos, the blip… Tony Stark… It had been one hell of a ride, but in the end, they both found back to each other and was ready to settle down. It was time to finally live life how they wanted to – in peace.

“You’re lucky to have Bucky,” Trisha sighed happily for her friend. “You’re perfect for each other.”

“Thank you,” Y/n smiled to herself, just as their orders arrived at the table. “I think so too.”

-flashback, two months ago-

The cold evening breeze flew past Y/n’s face like a feather. The red and orange sunset was as beautiful as ever, especially with all the white snow surrounding the nature. She was standing on the edge of the rooftop of her apartment building, waiting for her soon to be fiancé. It had become their favourite spot. It made Y/n feel more alive as a human being, not as an avenger anymore. Same went for Bucky. They felt free, and at piece, at last.

Y/n took a deep breath of the fresh fragrance of a winter day as a familiar voice came from behind her.

“Hey doll,” Bucky wrapped his arms around Y/n from behind, revealing a cupcake with his metal hand. “For you, beautiful.”

She took hold of the cupcake with a chuckle and gave the man a quick peek on his cheek. “Aww, thanks Buck.”

Bucky kept his arms around Y/n’s waist, from behind and watched as she observed the cupcake. A cupcake with pink glaze on top and red sprinkles, and… a diamond?

“What’s this?” Y/n asked quietly, using her available hand to pick up the small diamond attached to the cupcake.

She gasped as small tears formed in her eyes when she pulled out the diamond, revealing a ring. She knew right away what was about to happen and spun around, stealing a kiss form her boyfriend. Bucky took a small step back and took hold of the ring, the softest expression in his eyes. His whole face was filled with love, as Y/n’s eyes teared up ever more.

“Y/n, doll, my beautiful dame,” Bucky let out a nervous breath. “Will you marry me?”

Y/n threw herself at Bucky, making him fall on his back with a laugh. Y/n laid on top of him, hugging him tightly, before lifting her upper body with her arms.

“So, is that a yes?” Bucky smiled excitedly.

“A million times yes!” Y/n now was at the state of happily crying.

Neither of them could wait to spend a bright and happy future together.

-end of flashback-

After sharing a good conversation between each other, after eating up their delicious ice creams, Y/n snapped out of the moment as she looked at her phone. Two missed calls from Bucky Barnes. Trisha was almost startled by the sudden action of Y/n jumping off her stool, but understood why Y/n did it when she looked at her own watch.

“You need to go.”

“I need to go.”

Y/n nodded her head at her friend with an excusing look, before she grabbed her jacket. The jacket felt almost heavy to put on for some reason.

“I didn’t know having something grow inside me would feel this exhausting.” Y/n mumbled to herself, before she bid her friend goodbye and left Ben & Jerry’s for the day.

Bucky and Y/n now found themselves looking at a picture over the desk in front of them, a detailed picture of the inside of a pregnant belly. Bucky and Y/n leant their bodies close to each other as both studied the picture, with Y/n laughing the most.

“Okay, but how is it possible for a baby to come out of that- thing?” Y/n laughed, trying to keep it quiet.

Bucky tilted his head a little, still keeping his eyes on the picture. “It looks like something out of a horror movie.”

“That’s not helping!” Y/n laughed and placed her hand of Bucky’s.

Just as Bucky was about to respond, a brown-haired doctor entered the room. Y/n straightened her posture and took a deep breath, trying to calm her laughter for polite reasons. So did Bucky.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” The doctor apologised as she walked past the couple and sat down on the chair in front of them.

“Oh, it’s fine.” Y/n assured her with a sweet smile, feeling butterflies grow in her chest as she tightened her hold on Bucky’s hand.

They shared a quick smile between each other before giving their full attention to the doctor in front of them. They both was too excited at this point to notice the apologetic expression she carried in her eyes.

The doctor smiled politely and leant forward. “Uhm, Y/n, I have some difficult news.”

Slowly, as the doctor spoke, Bucky and Y/n’s smiles slowly weakened. “The blood test shows that you are not pregnant.”

“Oh… are you sure?” Y/n was a little taken back and blinked her eyes, with Bucky just staring at the doctor, not sure if he heard her correctly.

“Yes, I’m sure.” The doctor nodded her head and folded her hands, wanting the couple to understand the news she brought.

“Oh, okay.”

Bucky tightened the grip he had on Y/n’s hand with a surprised sigh leaving his lips. Only a few days ago, Y/n had mentally prepared him to be a dad, that it was going to be amazing. He had doubts – thinking about his past, the monster he used to be. And now, here he was, going straight back to that thought. He didn’t deserve to be a father, there’s no way he’s ever going to get a kid with the love of his life… Bucky finally snapped out of his hurtful thoughts when Y/n turned her eyes to him.

“I guess that’s okay.” Y/n sighed, feeling a hint of disappointment but relief at the same time. “I-I mean, the whole thing was a surprise after all.”

“Yeah.” Bucky followed behind, shrugging his shoulders lightly. “We, uhm, weren’t really ready-”

“Right.”

Bucky kept a straight posture as Y/n started to shake her head for a moment, looking at the doctor like a question mark. The news was ok, but still, something seemed to be wrong, because she did feel something in her stomach.

“It-It-It’s just-” Y/n stammered. “I-I know it’s super early, but I really feel something there.” Y/n followed her actions by placing a hand on her stomach, Bucky now looking at her again.

The doctor nodded and looked down from Y/n’s eyes. “The sonogram shows that you have a mass in your pelvis roughly the size of a tangerine. It can mimic pregnancy.”

“Mass?”

“What kind of a mass?” Bucky couldn’t seem to understand what the doctor was hinting at.

Bucky and Y/n carried likewise confused expressions on their faces, listening closely to what the doctor was going to tell them. Something they never could have expected.

“Now, I don’t want you guys to panic, because it could be nothing.” The doctor sighed. “It seems you may have… a tumour in your stomach.”

The life changing moment wasn’t confirmed yet but would be as soon as the doctor set them up for a new check, for a new test to get the terrible news confirmed.

Later that day, Bucky and Y/n laid next to each other in bed, staring at the ceiling. Even though their hearts felt heavy, with Bucky worrying about what his future would look like with or without Y/n, they still kept the jokes coming.

“A tangerine is better than an orange.” Bucky began carefully.

Y/n hesitated a little, but joined in. “Or a grapefruit.”

“Right, or uhm… What’s bigger than a grapefruit?”

They both answered the question at the same time. “A watermelon.”

As weak laughter died down, silence washed over them. Bucky took a few looks over at Y/n, concern in his eyes. He carefully let his normal hand move over to Y/n’s side of the bed and took hold of her’s. Y/n responded with a sight and held his hand back tightly.

“Y/n, remember,” Bucky sighed as they both turned to look at each other with weak smiles. “Whatever they tell us tomorrow, we’ll go through it together. We’ll both be fighting this battle, me and you. I won’t leave your side, I promise.”

“Thank you Buck, I like the sound of that.”

Then, the day of answer arrived, making Y/n a nervous wreck the whole morning. Uncomfortable thoughts were swirling around Y/n’s mind as a new tall doctor entered the room and sat down in front of the couple. Bucky took hold of Y/n’s hand tightly, showing her the support she needed. Then, the doctor lifted a picture and started explaining, confirming Bucky’s worst fears.

“It’s two tangerines and a grapefruit.” The doctor explained as easily as possible as he showed Y/n a picture of inside her stomach.

Her nerves were starting to make her arms shaking, along with her aching heart. Bucky on the other hand tried to keep calm and not show the large amount of worry that filled his chest, every ticking minute. He had to stay strong for Y/n.

“That’s a lot of fruit.” Y/n chuckled unhappily, gaining an emotionless laugh from Bucky.

Even in the moment of crisis and terrible news, Y/n found a wat to joke. One could call it a coping mechanism.

“Uh, the tests have shown that it is cancer.” The doctor continued, bit by bit loosing Y/n’s attention. “I know how hard this must be to hear, and it’s incredible rare in someone your age. It’s just… terrible luck.”

Cancer. It was cancer. No family with Bucky. No happy future to look into anymore. This was the moment, the moment when everything changed. Bucky couldn’t sit comfortable anymore, feeling absolutely taken back by the terrible news. Y/n on the other hand, just, froze.

“We can talk about options whenever you are ready.”

“Is there one that doesn’t involve dying?” Y/n asked straight forward, with Bucky quickly turning his head towards her.

“Uh, I-I’ve already consulted with a colleague, and after the initial surgery, there’s a clinical trial I’d like to enrol you in.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Y/n’s voice became more quiet as she turned her head towards her fiancé. “Did he answer my question?”

Bucky easily shook his head, looking towards the doctor that continued talking. Y/n just slowly shook her head, not even knowing exactly what she felt about the news. She felt trapped in an emotionless shock.

“We don’t like to make predictions.” The doctor folded his hands. “I want to talk to you about your quality of life.”

That was the moment Y/n stopped listening, not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t. Ever felt like your heart is so heavy and mind so shocked, you don’t even know where you are anymore? Feeling like all of you have turned upside down, watching the world close in on you and you have no idea how to get away? Well, for Y/n, everything felt unfamiliar at that moment.

Without even realising it, Y/n was suddenly standing outside in the chill winter breeze, stretching her hands out to look for comfort. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, as she refused to accept what was happening with her. Through her blurry vision, her hands finally found their way to Bucky’s figure. The figure of the man she, only a few hours ago, saw a bright future with. Now, that future had faded away, impossible to look brightly at. Bucky reached his arms around Y/n’s body and hugged her close to himself. He gritted his teeth, refusing to let out the sob he held back in his throat. He had to stay strong, for her.

And like that they stayed for who knows how long.

To be continued…

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Together [Peter x Reader, Tony x daughter!reader] C.1

Warnings: Rape & Pregnancy

Masterlist || Chapter 2

“”The two families have finally tied the knot. The son and heir of the esteemed, British aristocratic family, Rayland Carlisle, is marrying Izel Demirçan – the daughter and heiress of the most famous law family in Turkey. The engagement party of the young couple will be held in three days, on 20th of September, at Caesar Palace, Las Vegas. Many famous people are expected to be there, from celebrities like Michael Cane, to businessmen like Larry Ellison, to the royal couple Kate and William and even the family of superheroes, Tony Stark and Y/N Stark. It will most definitely turn into the event of the year.” Oh, what kind of bullshit is that,” you snorted as you threw the newspaper on the coffee table, crossing your legs and sipping some tea from your favorite mug. Your father, who had been going through his holograms, seated next to you, chuckled in amusement as his gaze flickered to you.

“Why is that?”

“It just seems like someone paid quite the money to the press. That shit is everywhere. In all newspapers, the radio, the television, the internet. Some P.R techniques they have. I’m pretty sure that half the world doesn’t know who Izel Demirçan is. And Carlisle? When you talk about aristocrats and noble families of Great Britain, let’s be honest, you think about the Queen, Kate and William. Carlisle who?” you shook your head and Tony let out a laugh.

“I think you are jealous.”

“Jealous?!” you exclaimed and sent him an outraged look. “Why would I be jealous!?”

“Come on, sweetheart. You met Rayland Carlisle a few years ago and you totally fell for his charms,” he smirked knowingly as he closed off the holograms and turned his full attention to you. “You are still bitter he chose that girl. But honestly, I’m glad he did. That guy is a total douche. You would’ve regretted having him as a boyfriend,” he told you with a bit of a serious tone and you frowned.

“Maybe you’re right… We’ll never know now,” you shrugged and he hummed before standing up and going over to the kitchen counter where a box of pizza stood unopened.

“C’mon. Want me to warm that up? Eat junk food and binge Netflix?” he asked with raised brows and your frown turned into a smile as you nodded.

“Should we go to that party?” you asked once your father returned to his spot next to you and handed you a plate with two pizza slices.

“Well, as much as I would hate going, we have to. We are part of the high life and we have to keep up an image,” he huffed. “And connections,” his eyebrows shot to his hairline as he sent you a knowing look and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I know, I know. They are all licking our asses so we should show our faces once in awhile.”

“Hey, look at it like this. You’ll show that guy how gorgeous you are and rub it in his face just how much he’s missing,” the two of you laughed hard at this as you kept stuffing your faces with pizza and ice cream, watching The Witcher all day long.

Oh, it was totally the event of the year. It was full of famous people, overstuffed in fact. They had even gotten a red carpet so even if you weren’t a celebrity, you would feel like one once your feet stepped on the red fluff. But you? It was annoying for you. The moment you stepped out of the car and stood in all your glory in front of everybody, you felt like Jennifer Lopez in the ‘Papi’ music video. All paparazzi were swarming you and your father. The flashes almost blinded you. Even though you had on sunglasses. A few years ago you had often asked yourself why your father always wore sunglasses, even during the night when going on events. Then you had started attending events alongside him and you finally understood.

“Y/N!”

“Look here!”

You grunted inwardly as you put a hand on your hip, raised your head as if everyone were beneath you, and posed. You wore a D&G dress, perhaps one of their most famous dresses, sold for almost 50 000$. It was quite a simple, very tight dress with ¾ sleeves, reaching your knees. It was red and sparkling all over. The accessories you picked were a pair of dangling, golden earrings with red rubies and red stilettos with a ribbon around the ankle. Your hairstyle was rather simple too – a low ponytail, lazily slumped over your shoulder and resting on your chest. Peter and Ned had all but screamed in your face that this was the infamous hairstyle of death. You had just stared at them before walking away.

Your father offered you his elbow and you smiled as the two of you walked as quickly as accepted, entering the hotel and sighing in relief when all flashes and crowds were left behind you. A hostess appeared then and guided you to the restaurant where most of the guests were already gathered. Tony patted your shoulder as he left your side once someone waved at him.

“Glad you came, Stark,” someone’s voice snapped you out of your miserable thoughts and you contained yourself from rolling your eyes as you turned around, coming face to face with no other than Rayland.

“Congratulations on the engagement, Carlisle,” you sent him a fake smile as you shook his hand and he grinned, offering you a glass of champagne. “We aren’t twenty-one yet,” you raised your eyebrows and he snorted.

“It’s just some champagne. Besides, who cares about law, right, when we have such status?” that made you roll your eyes harder but you took the glass nonetheless and gulped it down. “Come. The whole squad is over there,” he placed a hand on your waist and guided you to a table where a few other people were gathered around. You resented the said ‘old squad’. It consisted of rich, spoiled, bratty kids who thought the world was at their feet which meant they treated anyone with “lower” status like some scum. Oh how they mocked the poor.

“Oho, look who came,” grinned a handsome blonde man with the most piercing blue eyes. Jett Forrester. His family was filthy rich because they held multiple cigarette factories. Getting rich by killing people. How convenient. Then again, her father and grandfather had been the same. They had created weapons and sold them and these weapons had taken lives.

“The female version of Tony Stark,” smirked smugly another. Unlike Jett’s angelic features, his’ screamed danger. Heartbreaker. Bad guy. Fuckboy. Kind of like Damon Salvatore. That’s with whom you had associated him when you first met. Oliver Dawson. He was Jett’s best friend. While the blonde’s family dealt with cigarettes, the Dawsons dealt with alcohol. In fact, they weren’t just best friends. They were cousins too.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” smiled charmingly the third boy. He was probably even more dangerous than Oliver. Because his looks and attitude were both gentle and charming and a little bit mischievous – soft brown curls and forest-green eyes. James Corrigan. His family dealt with fashion. High couture.

“Hi, girl. I’ve missed you.” And there was the future bride – Izel. She was your typical Barbie beauty with long, curly dirty-blonde hair, slightly tanned skin and olive eyes.

All of you had studied in a private school but after you broke it off with Rayland you insisted that you stopped going so your father hired you private tutors and later on had you transferred to Mid Town where you had met Peter. He was the one who had shown you a much different world, far away from the rich and their suffocating mannerism and extravagancy. He was also the one who had healed you from that horrible heartbreak.

You didn’t tell your father back then. Up to this day he thinks you only had a huge crush when in fact, you and that guy had been dating secretly. He was your first boyfriend. The first boy you fell in love with. And hard. Then he cheated on you and dumped you. It had taken quite the effort to keep your sorrow to yourself and act less heartbroken in front of your dad. You thanked the heavens for Peter. Not only did he help with your heartbreak but he also helped you overcome the horrible outcome of the Sokovia Accords.

“Glad to see you all,” you managed to utter and smile before you all engaged into some pointless conversation. Izel left after some time and you just kept glancing at your father afterwards, not noticing the boys having a silent conversation through their eyes, nor the powder they slipped in your drink and then in theirs too before sniggering between one another.

“Should we really do that?” asked Jett and the others chuckled.

“Of course. C’mon, it’s gonna be so fun. It’s a party after all. Live a little,” patted his shoulder Oliver and the man shook his head with a smile. Sure. Being high wouldn’t hurt anybody. It would just triple their fun.

“Why are you guys snickering like some gossip girls?” you asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“It’s nothing. Just an inside joke. Now, bottoms up,” you shrugged at that and all of you clinked your glasses and quickly downed them.

After that everyone gathered around the young couple who put their rings on each other’s fingers and shared a passionate kiss. More champagne bottles popped and the music was blasted to the max. The majority, consisting of younger people, moved to the bar area on the other side of the hotel while the others stayed at the restaurant for classy drinks, cigarettes and talks about business.

Everybody started dancing including you. Everything stopped making sense after some time. The music was booming in your ears, everything was spinning, the flashing colors were blinding you and you couldn’t stop smiling for some reason. You had no idea what was happening. At some point you felt yourself grinding against someone but their face was blurry. Was it James or Oliver you had no idea. Your mind was so fuzzy. But it was fun. At one point Izel left your side to go to the toilet or whatever. You just shrugged her off.

Everything was shits and giggles until you saw the four ‘friends’ of yours leaving with two girls, the door opening and letting light in for a brief moment, making you squint, before it closed again and the bar was dark again. You started sobering a bit after that as irritation bubbled within you. The guy just got engaged and he and his friends were going to have some fun with hookers? Or maybe take advantage of drunk girls? Oh, how you wanted to give them a piece of your mind. You started walking towards the door, stumbling occasionally. You could hear their laughter and slurred words as you followed them through the hallways, running, then up the stairs, tripping and standing, tripping and standing until you reached a floor. They were running down the hallway and laughing and you followed. Finally catching up, you saw them opening the door to some room, urging the girls inside. You stomped towards them and grabbed one girl by the arm, yanking her away. That certainly shut them all up.

“What do you think you’re doin’?” you asked and the boys looked at one another then laughed.

“Calm your tits. We’re jus’ havin’ some fun,” drawled Rayland and you narrowed your eyes at him as you shoved the girl away and grabbed the other one’s arm, pulling her away from Oliver’s embrace.

“Off you go. You’ll thank me later,” you told the girls and watched as they tripped over their legs in attempt to walk away as fast as possible.

“The hell’s wrong with you!” all but screamed James and his friends sniggered.

“C’mon, is not the end of the world. We still have a girl.”

“We do?”

“Yes.”

The four looked at you hungrily and suddenly you felt like someone splashed cold water on you, making you freeze. You didn’t even realize when you were grabbed by the hand and dragged into the room. You managed to break free but you were shoved harshly, causing you to trip and fall on the floor. You heard the door being locked and that’s when you realized you fucked up. You needed help. Unlike the other Avengers, you didn’t have any special abilities. Natasha had taught you some self-defense if you ever found yourself in a pickle but that was it. You were better in your role as the ‘guy in the chair’ as Ned had put it, preferring to help everyone on their missions from the lab or working with your dad on his suits. And after the Ultron accident you had become Helen Cho’s apprentice. But fighting? It was not your thing. Especially when you were drunk and drugged.

You stood up quickly, head swirling, and faced the boys. Then you ran. The room was quite huge. Maybe you could lock yourself in the bathroom or something?

“Not so fast,” laughed Oliver as he ran and blocked your path, making you halt and switch directions only to once again be blocked by Jett who grabbed you by the waist and flushed your back against his front, holding you, pressing kisses on your neck.

“Let go!” you shouted as you elbowed him in the gut, making him sputter. You grabbed his arm and bit down as hard as possible, making him yelp in pain and completely let you go. You ran to the other side of the bed and stood near the bedside cabinet fully intending on grabbing the lamp and attacking with it but Oliver jumped into action and grabbed your hand, wringing your wrist painfully until it snapped. You screamed and he used your weakened state to push you, causing you to fall on the bed. He didn’t waste time to press you down and a second later, the other three joined him. They forcefully turned you on your back and pinned your hands above your head.

“Why you gotta screeeam? We are havin’ fun aren’t we?” laughed James as he stood up and grabbed a bottle of scotch that was on a nearby dresser, possibly a gift to the guest, and clumsily opened it, pouring out its contents all over you. You coughed, turning your head away. Everything was so wet and sticky now. It only made them laugh harder as they ripped the upper part of your dress, exposing your chest, poured more alcohol on you and rubbed it nicely onto your skin, groping your breasts and thighs in the process.

“N-now what?” asked Jett and Oliver sent him a smirk before he nestled himself in front of you and unbuckled his belt. Your eyes widened and you tried closing your legs but he pried them open, roughly bunching your dress up to your abdomen and grabbing your panties, ripping them and throwing them on the floor.

“No! Help!” you screeched but a hand covered your mouth, turning all loud screams into muffled.

“C’mon. You’re gonna enjoy that, you lil virgin. You’re already wet. Look, she’s already wet,” pointed out Rayland.

“Don’t know if it’s hers or the alcohol,” commented James and everyone laughed.

You trashed around as much as possible but they were pressing down on you hard and your movements were getting slower. And then you felt it. The searing pain as he harshly thrust into you. You didn’t know how long he kept going. It seemed as if ages passed. And when you thought everything ended, when he finally pulled out, the other one came. He pounded into you even rougher than the previous. You screamed and screamed and screamed now that nobody was covering your mouth but you knew that no help would arrive at this point. This whole floor was reserved for guests of the Carlisle’s and everybody was possibly still partying downstairs. The other two had their turns as well until they finally let you go. You heard water running afterwards and some splashing. They were having a nice bubble bath to clean themselves. But what about you? Who would clean you? Who? How? Your tears kept falling and falling as you curled in yourself, choking on your sobbing.

You wanted your dad.

Author Note: I hope you enjoyed it~ Feel free to ask any questions if you are confused about something. Feel free to correct me if you see any mistakes.

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