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No Pressure - Pt.1 (S.R.)

Type: two-shot, early relationship, canon-ish (see A/N)

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader (GG x Sparkles) Word count: 6800

Summary: Only four weeks after you said your goodbyes, the Avengers and the BAU meet up again for an important assignment. Tensions and tensions are a little high, because you and Steve have some…intimate things to work out. But you will – you always do, right? Maybe with a little help from a friend.

Mission location: Quantico, Virginia; Subject: JJ’s birthday celebration; Objective: enjoy the night

Warnings: 18+ for some NSFW thoughts, FLUFF, mention of canon-typical violence and injuries, language

A/N: Standalone or a two-shot following Love on the Brain series and its oneshots - you might profit from checking the masterlist for characters; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

A/N: Plan - 6,8k of fluff and 12k of healthy communication and NSFW 😁

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” ― Robert A. Heinlein

Dimmed lights illuminated his broad figure as he stood tall, ready to strike in a moment’s time; calculating eyes fixed on the challenge in front of him. You could only imagine the speed with which his brain analysed every possible way to solve the problem, all the possible outcomes. Only seconds must have passed, but to him, it no doubt felt like ages; he was a supersoldier after all, he not only had the strength, but the brains too. And beauty.

Your heart was racing in your chest at the sight of him as you stood firmly by his side, as always; trusting him to do his best, as always.

He glanced your way, gifting you a small smile which probably shouldn’t have invited butterflies to dance in your stomach, but the fact was, you didn’t think Steve could ever look at you like this without such effect.

Then, he focused forward again, trying to centre himself, no doubt feeling the weight placed on his shoulders.

“You’ve got this,” you whispered for his ears only, allowing yourself the indulgence of gently running your fingers over his bicep before taking several steps back.

“No pressure, honest! It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything!” a male voice howled, shattering the intimate moment. You rolled your eyes.

Even from behind him, you could tell Steve took a deep breath at the comment; you could practically see his nerves and irritation spike. You, on the other hand, were just annoyed. It was always like this; men. Even more so, Tony.

“Don’t listen to him, Steve,” you said, rolling your eyes once more for a good measure. “He’s just full of bull.”

“Excuse me? Do you seriously not realize how much is at stake?” Tony’s exasperated voice answered, causing you to shoot him a deadpan look, not even a bit surprised you found him clutching at his chest theatrically.

“…your ego?” you suggested, making several people in his vicinity snicker and look at him curiously, expectant of his reaction.

“Damn right- no! This is so much more!” he cried out and this time, a few chuckles sounded around, only having him seem more offended. “It’s a matter of national-“

“Tony,” you interrupted him, unimpressed, “this is literally a bowling alley.”

You looked around the room pointedly, a hole-in-the-wall place Derek had discovered, a bar with a small dancefloor, four modest alleys for bowling, folks minding their own business and not blinking twice when the reservation for 13 people was made on all the lines but one. Seven FBI agents (in civil disguise) and five Avengers plus one could have made for a spectacle; however, the patrons here didn’t seem to care much.

It was a nice change.

“But we cannot have our ass handed to us by FBI agents, Jones!” Tony sputtered. “…even if it’s a great ass.”

The corners of your lips twitched as few of the agents in questions – namely Emily, Morgan, Garcia and JJ – booed in protest, for which you couldn’t blame them.

Tony’s ego was sometimes too much to deal with and even though you knew he was joking, momentarily pointing at his own behind to prove a point, your mind sparked with a brilliant retort to have him shut up.

Turning back to your boyfriend of almost four weeks and best friend for a better part of two years, you made a show of checking out his ass in the deliciously tight jeans – which served both as a great entertainment for you and a means to justify your means.

“True that, Tony. I could not agree more. It is a pretty awesome ass and I did have a hand on it before,” you informed the billionaire cheerily, snorting at the mess of reactions following your statement.

Several things happened at once.

One: Garcia and Clint gave an appreciative hum of agreement. Two: JJ, Emily and Natasha smirked behind their glass, taking a pointed sip of their drinks. Three: Morgan and Reid nearly choked on their drinks, while Hotch kept his expression almost straight, only one corner of his lips twitching. Four: Bruce Banner and David Rossi looked as if they wanted to be anywhere but where they were at the moment. Five: Tony’s scandalized expression was a thing of your brightest dreams.

And finally, Steve’s unimpressed voice – accompanied by his quickly reddening neck and ears – cut the silence following your statement.

“Are you two done or should we just take a break?”

You smiled at him, wide but sweet, stepping out of his way again.

“Give it hell, GG. No pressure. Just enjoy the game,” you advised gently, barely hiding the sudden assault of blues the words gave as your mind strayed away.

No pressure. Right. Tonight was so not the night to open that can of worms.

“Cheers to that!” Morgan called out, cockily raising his drink in a toast. “Just enjoy. More points for us.”

“Is this coming from a guy who likes to vibe things, especially in sports?” JJ jabbed at Morgan good-naturedly, earning an offended expression as if she just revealed Morgan’s darkest secret live on national television.

“Okay, I’ll bite, what team are you on, JJ?”

“Team ‘let’s have a good time’ is where I’m on,” Garcia shot back, raising her glass to clink it with yours.

You happily obliged, catching a glimpse of Steve hitting a spare, knocking down the two remaining pins. You cheered in his direction, earning a slightly shy smile in return, his face still set aflame from the discussion about his perfect behind.

It was easy to forget why you were here in the first place in moments like this one.

For JJ’s birthday, she invited you to join the BAU’s night out – because you were a part of family. Not wanting to exclude your boyfriend, she invited him along too. Steve, while pleased, felt a little self-conscious about intruding what was almost a family night, which somehow resulted in the whole Avengers band, sans Thor who was momentarily on Asgard, tagging along and turning the night into a friendly match in bowling.

And boy, were you having fun. Undiluted heart-warming fun.

To see your old life and new life come together and mingle was a gift. There were so many different personalities, but with each team being used to handle abnormalities and quirks – albeit very different ones – the atmosphere was accommodating. Inviting. Non-judgemental. No one picked on Reid for disinfecting his hands after each round. No one laughed at Hotch’s, Bruce’s or Garcia’s lacking skills.

But that didn’t mean the night wasn’t competitive. It was. So competitive.

When the game finally ended, all points summed up and divided by the number of players for each team, the BAU had two point three points extra per capita. Tony was devastated and demanded a rematch. Only a few joined, leaving you, JJ, Garcia, Natasha and Bruce out.

The game barely even started, the conversation flowing effortlessly when JJ suddenly nudged your arm, lopsided smile on her face.

“Hey, I could use going to the restroom and getting a refill. You coming with me?”

Not seeing a single reason why not, you shrugged. She was the birthday girl, among other things, after all, more the reason to get a moment with her before tomorrow’s brunch. Steve was out of beer anyway, you could use a soft drink for a change and a break from the lovely but loud crowd sounded pretty great too, to be honest.

“Sure.”

The moment you entered the privacy of the small bathroom and JJ turned to you with her face being all business, you cursed yourself. You had agreed, like a fool, even though you could tell she must have had some ulterior motives, whatever they might be.

“So, Johnie… what gives?” she questioned, propping her hip on the bathroom sink, arms crossing on her chest as she studied you.

“Huh?”

A brief friendly smile passed her lips, her eyes kind but curious.

“I don’t mean to pry, but… something’s bothering you. And that something has to do with your new, very hot and very nice boyfriend,” she noted appreciatively, showing a subtle thumbs-up before growing more serious again, while your panic grew by the second. “So I’m just saying… If you want to talk with someone who for sure won’t rat you out, because they have no obligation to him whatsoever, I’m here.”

You gulped, forcing a smile to your face.

“Nothing’s bothering me,” you pipped up, heading to the stall, earning a sigh.

Much like you, JJ knew that was a blatant and lame lie. She was, naturally, on point – not that you planned on telling her that, on opening about your… problem.

It did have everything to do with Steve – and with you. Perhaps mostly you. Fifty-fifty, one might argue.

Now Steve was a dream come true. He was loyal, attentive, funny, sweet and protective to a fault. Yes, the hours were already a nightmare and he could be a pain in everyone’s ass, but he was the best guy you had ever met to date. He was your best friend, after all, best friend turned boyfriend.

And therein lied the problem – the boyfriend part.

You two slipped had into casual touches easily, more than ecstatic to jump into physical side of your romantic relationship, having already exchanging touch as a love language before you realized what kind of love it was. To make things even better, Steve must have had a master’s degree in kissing, if not a PhD., and enormous part of that was that he paid attention. He liked to explore what you enjoyed, he let you take charge when you as much as hinted at wanting it, he could kiss sweet, he could kiss playful, he could kiss filthy in a way that made you feel like you might burst into flames unless he paid attention to certain parts of your body more.

And on two particular instances, he had done exactly that. You would make out like a pair of horny teenagers, your hips instinctively moving forward to rub against him, his hands sprawled over your body, teasing the soft skin under your breasts, just on the edge of your bra, guiding your movements even – he’d kiss you breathless when the friction became too much and your orgasm ripped though you, swallowing the needy sound that would have escaped your lips. He’d whisper how beautiful you were straight your ear, wet lips trailing along your jaw and you’d feel like you tasted heaven.

Other times, you’d only reach the phase of a heavy make-out session and wouldn’t even get to you seeing stars, which was maddening, but at the same time, quite alright.

You could do slow… even if you felt like you might spontaneously combust unless things went a little faster. That wasn’t the main problem; the thing that happened after was.

You would have missed it if it happened once or twice, but it happened always. Be it you were coming down from your high, be it you were left hanging, something in the air would shift. Steve would do something ridiculously affectionate as grasping your hand and kissing each finger, cradle your head and running his fingers through your hair; an offer to get dinner at last or start another movie or go to sleep since it was late would come before you could compose yourself. And you didn’t dare to protest – why would you? Steve was simply being thoughtful, patient, generous. Until it started to feel like he wasn’t that – it felt like he was actively avoiding going further. Avoiding you getting him off, avoiding you two crossing a certain line.

You didn’t push, at first because you wanted him to be comfortable with you. Then, while still wanting so, you’d hesitate for the fear of being rejected. You didn’t believe Steve to be shy – sometimes with the PDA in front of certain people, maybe, but the very second kiss you two shared spoke of something different, so you were sure that wasn’t it. But then what was? Every filthy kiss you received would have convinced you he wanted you, all of you. However, with the pattern of backing away… was it unreasonable to doubt? Was it unreasonable to give into insecurity about your looks? About your skills?

And what if it wasn’t that but something even more? Not about you, but about you two? You heard of people who, having been close friends for years, tried dating and it didn’t work out – because they found out they had been friends for so long that romance was no longer in cards for them. What if this was the case? What if you and Steve… couldn’t work out that way? What if he just didn’t know how to tell you without hurting you that he found the idea of sleeping with you unappealing? Hell, slightly repulsive even? He would most definitely struggle with turning you down gently, the mere notion of breaking your heart equalling an unthinkable act, the deadliest of sins. And the worst of your nightmares.

It was all jokes and teasing, but four weeks into dating – albeit with one of them with you being sick –and you hadn’t had sex. You hadn’t blown him or gave him a hand-job; he hadn’t moved his hands under the belt of your pants, at least not to very specific area. All you did was good old-fashioned dry-humping and that was a rare occasion too.

You didn’t know what was wrong. But pushing him, poking around the issue? Yeah, that was not gonna happen. Steve wasn’t the only one who didn’t want you to get your feelings hurt, thank you very much. You had some self-preservation left. You couldn’t--- after longing for him for a better part of two years, after getting the chance to know what it actually was like to be with Steve… the relationship not working out might crush you.

Having spiralled back into the pit of despair, you met JJ’s intent gaze in the mirror by the sink – and you felt yourself break, face crumbling, the well-crafted reassuring smile slipping.

“…god, I hate profilers,” you exclaimed, earning a smirk from the blonde.

“No, you don’t. Come on, what’s wrong? You two seem great together. I don’t think I have ever seen you so happy.”

“We are!” you agreed instantly and you weren’t lying. Steve was the perfect boyfriend. 12 out of 10 would recommend. That was a part of the problem, you guessed. “I am the happiest I could be, he’s… he’s amazing.”

JJ’s eyebrows arched. “Wow. You might as well have the but written on your forehead.”

You gasped, offended, but knowing exactly when and how she came to the conclusion she had.

“Rude! I stopped controlling my microexpression back there for like, a second.”

She shrugged, an easy smile on her lips as she wiped her hands. “Maybe. But that’s not the point, is it?”

“JJ…”

“Hey, I don’t want to push you, but… I’m here, okay?” she assured you with a kind smile and truth to her word, she made her way out of the bathroom.

You blurted the words out before you could think twice.

“Do you think…” She stopped in her tracks, turning around slowly with one eyebrow raised, making you gulp as you searched for the right words. “Uhm, this sounds so stupid when I say it out loud, but do you think Steve and I’ve got… chemistry?”

A beat of silence followed.

“…chemistry,” JJ echoed, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, okay, I see how that explained nothing,” you chuckled self-consciously, trying to gather your thoughts – vainly. Once you opened your mouth, the waterfall of words was unstoppable. “It’s— look. We tease each other all the time, that’s how we work. Shut up or I’ll make you. Yes please. That sort of thing. Hell, he joked about leaving a mark and stubble-burn the very day he-“

Your voice cut off as JJ arched her other eyebrow as well, clearly intrigued. You cleared your throat, ignoring the burn in your face.

“It’s just… it’s been four weeks. And I’m okay with slow, I really am, but we’ve been so close for almost two years and--- now that we’re finally together, all we got to is some… A+ kissing, some more serious making out. But he always stops. Or I actually stop, because I—I remember every time he stopped, probably because he doesn’t want to go further yet and so I chicken out every time but I feel like we’re stuck and I have no idea how to get unstuck without either of us getting our heart broken.”

You finished, out of breath, throat dry, frustration vibrating through your nerves. All you said was true – the pace at which the words spilled out didn’t leave space for any filter anyway. And the silence that followed was longer this time; JJ’s expression sobered

“I see.”

A half-amused half-desperate chuckle escaped your lips, hands thrown in the air.

“No, you don’t. JJ, I’d climb him like a tree and let him fold me like a laundry and I don’t even know what that means and how I know these expressions! And before, I thought he wanted that too, hell, he kisses me like we’re having sex already, sorry for the TMI. But it’s not happening, he always tenses up so much, plays it off. I don’t want to push him and I don’t want to mess it up. I feel like a hormonal teenager, except I’d never break up with him over this, but I… what if we’ve been friends for too long? What if it's just not gonna work as anything more? What if he doesn’t want me that way? I mean, he definitely still wants it, but just not with me? What if he doesn’t see me that way?” you finished in a whisper.

A few tears stung in your eyes and you had to take deep breaths to blink them away, nose tingling.

“Oh honey…”

To her credit, JJ didn’t call you an idiot, which was something you’d do if you had listened to your non-sense whining. Instead, she smiled compassionately, arms subtly opened for a hug which you couldn’t but fall into, squeezing tight even as you suddenly felt ridiculous.

JJ released you, watching you silently for a moment before speaking up; speaking up from heart, clearly, her expression surprisingly vulnerable.

“Look… I’m not saying that I know exactly how you feel, because obviously, I don’t. But… me and Will, it’s not always easy. It’s actually harder more often than not. Between our schedules, physically and emotionally draining jobs, Henry… hell, sometimes it feels like literal laundry folding is the most frequent activity at our house,” she said, grimacing.

“Sorry-“

“It’s worth it, always,” she interrupted you quickly, genuine smile spreading on her lips. “But we’re talking about you here. And… I admit, as I was home with Henry, I got more into those, uhm, magazines for mums and forums and stuff and I remember reading up on something that might actually help you resolve your specific situation. But you have to promise me not to say no right away because it’s a little… controversial.”

Breath hitching, your hopes rose – but JJ seemed adamant about you saying yes before she revealed her miraculous solution. Her face told you that you were in for a real treat and you should brace yourself. Which wasn’t ominous in the slightest.

You swore to god, if she suggested you brought in a third person into your relationship…

“…okay? I promise.”

JJ’s smile widened, her eyes glowing with sincerity and humour.

“Talk to him,” she suggested softly.

You deadpanned in an instant. She had to be kidding.

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, but it sounds to me like that’s exactly what you two need to do,” she laughed gently, tilting her head to side.

“JJ, I’m not just gonna talk to him! That’s-- I don’t think that’s gonna set the mood. I think that’s gonna kill the last remnants of passion we have. Not to mention that he’s a literal superhuman and yes, he loves me, but it’s… the chances I’ll do something wrong even if we finally get to it, is about 98% and now I’d want to talk about it first? 100% turn-off.”

JJ smirked, crossing her arms on her chest.

“Spence worked out that statistics for you?” she challenged, only earning another glare. “Sorry. Well then, how did you work it out with your ex?”

“I never had an ex who was my friend for so long before we got together,” you pointed out.

“Okay, that’s fair. But… sometimes you do have talk it out first, get things out of the way. I’m not saying you should talk about it and jump his bones right after. But take a night, maybe open a bottle of wine…“

“He can’t get drunk unless on Asgardian liquor,” you interjected again, causing JJ’s lips to part in surprise and frown.

“…oh. Oh wow, that sucks for him—anyway. Try to get that thing for him and a wine for you, hell, since it’s you who needs a bit of a liquid courage, just get the wine to help you then. But honestly… first time is never perfect, you know that. Exploring what the other person likes is part of the journey – and part of the fun, no? Why are you overthinking it so much, Johnie?”

Mirroring JJ’s pose, to protect yourself more than anything, you gulped and averted her gaze with a sigh.

“It’s not about it being the first time. Not only anyway. And I’m not overthin-“

JJ’s face turned intensely unimpressed at your denial. Then again, so did yours – because yes, you might be overthinking it, just a little bit. But also her question was entirely ridiculous, with the clearest answer in the world and she knew that as well as you did.

“You’re a profiler, JJ. You noticed my slip of a damn microexpression. I don’t have to tell you why, I know you already know.”

“Do I? Do you? Why are you overthinking, Johnie?” JJ pressed, expression softening when you dared to meet her gaze, your own slightly misted over – tears of shame, childish tears of irrational fear.

“…because I love him and he’s the best damn guy, so I really really don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Good,” she said gently, the kindness in the blue of her eyes reminding you of Steve’s own. “And what do you think are the chances that he feels just the same, overthinking it just as much? Because I saw the way this guy is looking at you and I’d bet my life that he thinks you’re the best damn woman and he really really doesn’t want to fuck it up either. Because you have a great thing going and he knows it too… so talk to him. Really. It goes a long way.”

Taking a deep breath, you wiped away the one stray tear that found its way out, trying to smile.

“Thanks, JJ. I’m sorry to burden you with my shit on your birthday, really.”

“Hey, I asked,” she opposed, shaking her head. “And you’re still my friend, birthday or not.”

“Thank you,” you said again, running a hand through your hair as you inhaled deeply again, ready to go back to the fun. So ready. “Do you really struggle to make things work with Will sometimes? You guys seem just so… natural in everything.”

JJ’s snort was brilliantly undignified – something she could afford thanks to her overall perfectness. “Oh yeah, no. If that’s the picture we’re managing to present somehow, good for us. But there’s a plenty of work behind that.”

Your lips lifted in an honest smile. “Well, it’s no wonder you’re managing it. You’re both kinda superhumans.”

She shrugged and flicked her hair over her shoulder theatrically, making you laugh as you exited the bathroom.

You were just about to head back to the tables, hands full with drink for you and Steve, when Natasha appeared by your side silently, her slender fingers curling around the glass in your hands.

You barely had the time to let confusion take you before pure bewilderment took its place; Steve’s warm hand brushed your hip, leading you away – and astray – , his unexpected but no less pleasant touch sending a shiver up your spine.

You looked up at him, searching his face for answers. A small smile tugged at his lips, but he provided no explanation.

“…am I being kidnapped?”

The corners of his lips twitched. “Now there’s a thought,” he hummed, finally reaching his destination, apparently.

A quiet corner. Huh?

“Thanks for the refill. You okay?”

Your heart skipped a startled beat.

He noticed?! Of course he noticed. And now he led you away from everyone’s sight, his bulky frame serving as a shield from the world. Because Steve had noticed something might be out there in that world that you needed to be protected from. The flutter in your heart was nothing but affectionate this time.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you played it off nevertheless, not keen on explaining your thoughts on physicality of your relationship in a middle of a bar.

The pad of his thumb was achingly tender as it trailed over your cheekbone, brushing under your eye – the traitorous eye that had released a single tear earlier – his gaze inquiring and soft at once.

“Not to call you out, but… do I have a beef with someone for making my girl sad?”

The way he loomed over you, standing between you and the world, even as he knew you were far from a helpless damsel. Combat-ready but patient, respectful of your choice. An epitome of gentle strength. It stole your breath and filled your chest to the brim with affection – and your hindbrain with images of him using his strength to leave you breathless all the same.

Along came a serene realization. Everything was going to work out – you would work it out together. It was Steve, after all; your guy. Your insanely attentive, protective, safe guy, your ridiculously attractive best friend.

With a single goal in your mind, you grabbed his wrist and tugged, his body yielding to your power – laughable in comparison to his own – and following you few steps further behind the corner.

“Come here.”

Your free hand yanked him close by his shirt, leaving him with no option but to catch himself against the wall by his palms in order not to squish you. His body aligned with yours, a sweet and urgent encounter of lips as your hand smoothed as far down his chest as it could in the limited space, fingers indulging in the heat radiating through the silky fabric. Unhurried but demanding, you hoped to pour your feelings into the kiss, a message Steve seemed to receive. Steve’s content sigh and hands finding purchase of your hips was the only response you wished for, along with sweetly reserved enthusiasm. One hand moving to cradle your cheek, a gentle press of his body against yours, it was a push and pull where there was no losing, only winning.

Steve’s smile tasted of awe as your lips finally parted, eyes wide as he observed you.

“What was that for?” he questioned, the bewilderment in his voice having you lower your gaze for a moment, inspecting and smoothing down the collar of his shirt before you gathered your scattered thoughts and looked up, met with a curious but undeniably soft smile..

“For being you. I love you.”

“I love you too.. but you didn’t answer my question. Do I-“

You pressed your lips together as you smiled and shook your head, the tip of your index finger covering his mouth. “No need to beat anyone up, GG. Just beat some fine FBI asses that still aren’t as fine as yours.”

He kissed the pad of your finger, long fingers grasping your wrist and moving it away.

“Har har. I only know of one fine FBI ass and that’s a former one.” He grinned when your eyebrows jumped in feigned surprise. If there was one thing Steve showed his appreciating clearly for, it was that particular part of your body. “Hey… you sure you’re okay? If you want to go-“

“No. Let’s go back before they accuse you of doping.”

“Hey, I am allowed. Apparently, the world and Avengers’ honour is depending on me,” he parroted Tony’s words, causing you to snort.

“Well, you better hurry up then.”

“I will,” he hummed, not moving an inch away from you, quite the contrary, bowing his head closer to yours. “Just one more dose of doping from my best girl?”

Yeah. Everything was going to work out just fine.

“Such a cheater…” you muttered, more than willingly leaning forward and letting him capture your lips again, all silly smiles and indulgence.

“ROGERS!” unmistakable rich-boy’s cry had you jumping barely two seconds later, Steve’s annoyed sigh tickling your lips as he retreated. “We know you can hear us, haul your ass in here! It’s your turn!”

Steve’s chest brushed yours as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind you ear. “We’ve been summoned.”

“Seems like.”

One last peck – eliciting a ridiculously girlish giggle from your throat – and Steve’s hand took yours, leading you back into the spotlight back to the tables. All Avengers’ and FBI’s eyes were on you, causing your face to feel hot as some of them had an unmistakable smirk on their face telling you that behind or corner or not, you had been thoroughly seen through.

Derek made a show of turning to JJ, scandalized and accusing. “What the hell were you two up to in the little ladies room?”

JJ shrugged as she sipped on her beer. “I don’t kiss and tell, sorry.”

“You know, Derek, it’s like I keep telling you,” Emily teased him knowingly, clinking JJ’s bottle. “There are certain questions that if you need to ask them…”

“…you couldn’t handle the answer,” Garcia finished.

This time, it was the poor technical analyst on the end of Derek’s fake hurt glare.

“Oh, you too, babygirl? Fine then. I sense another match, this time ladies versus gentlemen.”

Natasha snorted as she made space for you in the booth, first you, then Steve squishing in.

“Not sure these two would handle being against each other.”

“Please,” you scoffed, eyeing Nat with offence written all over you face even as she was barely the only one who seemed to doubt you and Steve’s ability to be competitive. Had they met you two? “Bring it. We’ll crush them.”

“Ooooh, I see how it is. First you play with his mind and then you play against him. Dangerous lady,” Derek noted, earning a nudge from Garcia.

“I’ll show you a dangerous lady.”

“Alright, alright, that settles it,” JJ laughed, checking with everyone, including the more level-headed members of your peculiar group that they were, literally, game. “Guys vs. girls.”

Frankly, while everyone was in, Tony was a little pissed, because he had a high score already in the current game – but then as if someone flipped a switch, he was practically bursting with excitement about new challenge. And went to reach for a ball, first to play, just after he had managed to set up the new match on the machines.

“Hey Tony?” Steve called out after him, his voice an equivalent of a smug smirk. “No pressure! It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything!”

Your lips curled up, pride humming in your chest as the lot of your friends laughed. Without shame, you raised your hand for everyone to see and for Steve to high-five. He did. Tony pouted, chin up as he spun on his heel dramatically. You squeezed Steve’s hand in appreciation.

Catching JJ smiling into her glass, you silently mouthed a thank you.

Steve was having a great time. Not necessarily one for a night out, being just fine with a quiet night in, especially with you, he couldn’t deny tonight was fun – not only for him, but for you too, which made for more than a half of his contentment.

The night out did you good – Steve couldn’t remember seeing you this happy for a long time, if ever. Hanging out with your old team with no imminent threats brought the widest smile on your face and while you weren’t exactly shy normally, if he was to draw conclusion based on this night only, he might even call you outgoing and extremely social. Confident. Sexy. Steve wasn’t a fan of the last word, but he couldn’t deny that – once again, while always beautiful and attractive – you were turning more heads than usual and his train of thought wasn’t exactly virtuous either.

All that would have left him jealous and worried you might flee back to your former team for good – but then you’d look at him, eyes brimming with affection and sometimes even a challenge and want, you’d snuggle to his side for at least a moment after each round of bowl, making his chest puff with pride and all Steve felt was satisfying warmth. He was utterly in love and you were glowing. It was tempting to just reach for your hand and drag you out of the bowling alley and snatch all that glow for himself, bask in it and make you his.

It was why he immediately noticed when you were coming back from the bathroom with the light you had been radiating slightly dimmed. Your eyes weren’t puffy, but while you were still smiling, they were a tinge glassy and missing the spark. He confronted you; and while he got more than he bargained for, but no answer. Within minutes, his irresistible Sparkles was back, strengthened by a sip from Nat’s shot of vodka before the coke, calling out for his heart and brain, stealing all his rational thoughts.

No wonder they lost to the team of women; even though that was hardly only Steve’s fault.

The glow on you turned into one of a supernova as your hands shot up above your head with an excited yes! when Emily finished the perfect ride. On average, every woman ended up with almost seven points on a man. Tony was crushed. Garcia, Emily, JJ, Natasha and you were rightfully gloating and smirking.

“Oh, ooooh, do you hear that? This sounds like a winners’ song for the ladiiiiiies!” Garcia cried out the moment an unfamiliar tune started playing on the radio, tugging at your and Emily’s hand, already pulling you towards the tiny dancefloor separated from the alley by the bar.

You just opened your mouth to protest when JJ shook her index finger on you, grabbing your other hand and bravely doing the same to the world’s most dangerous redhead. Rolling your eyes, but humouring the other women drunk on victory and alcohol, you tagged along, much to Steve’s amusement.

The amusement quickly died in his throat when you made it to the dancefloor.

You let the music guide you, the upbeat pop song by a singer Steve was sure he heard before quickly consuming you. Moving your hips, curling, twirling, jumping, flipping your hair side to side, hip thrusts in synch with JJ, then Garcia, you were laughing as if you were seeing the five of you as the biggest goofs in the bar – except to Steve you were anything but.

The Siren call of your body and the alluring glow of you turned unbearable. Steve had never seen anything that would send his hindbrain into an overdrive faster in his life – or made his jeans so tight. You winked and laughed bashfully in his direction before tuning into the others’ excitement again and his stomach flipped. He had to down his beer in one go, trying to sooth his thirst – vainly, because a glass was not where he wanted to drink from. It was no help that the lyrics spoke of a her being made of candy, the back of her throat and holes and getting some, filling Steve’s imagination with everything but propriate images of you and him. He didn’t know what the song was about, but he didn’t care.

He was sure the tune and this improvised dance was created solely to torture him. He was glad the table hid his hard situation – and that he was sitting. He was deaf to the sore booing of his coplayers, the roar of blood in his ears (telling him that despite how he felt, there was still some blood left circulating in his skull too) was all he could hear. He felt the edge of the wooden desk splinter under his grip and instantly dropped his hands to his lap. This was bad.

And the seconds and minutes dragged on and on, heat licking on his veins every time you exposed your throat as if inviting him to suck on your throbbing pulse point, every time you dragged your palms down your hips and thighs as if you were challenging to replace your hands by his own.

By the time the song and consequently your little dance finally ended and you made your way back to him, he was sure he was going to explode – or slam you against the wall and take you right where he was, uncaring for the witnesses.

Your eyes were shining as you approached, almost as bright as your grin as you plopped next to him, leaning into his shoulder affectionately, grabbing his hand with both of yours. The feel of your hot skin against his, no matter how innocent, felt like a hot wire straight to his groin, your perfume with the faintest tint of sweat filling his nostrils, images of another situation where he could get lost in that scent having his head spin.

He was snapped from his heavenly hell by a squeak of the bench as Garcia squished next to a laughing Derek, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“A kiss for the winner, handsome?”

Derek grabbed at his chest, pretending to be wounded by Garcia’s bold request, but leaned into her space and pecked her cheek.

“Goddamn, you woman! I’ll get back at you, just so you know!”

“Oh baby, I can’t wait,” Garcia assured him, pointing at Emily, who found her way to Derek’s other side, tapping her cheek with her finger. He rolled his eyes, but kissed her cheek as well.

You giggled into Steve’s shoulder, lightly poking his at chest, drawing his gaze back to you. You looked up at him innocently, a tell-tale tiny smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Will this winner get a kiss too?”

What an absurd question; of course you would.

Hell, Steve would smother you with kisses. He’d kiss you till you were dizzy with lack of air, drinking from your lips, then your other lips until you’d be breathless for a wholly different reason, chanting his name and trying to wiggle out of the firm grip he’d have on those sinful hips having swayed so indecently just a minute ago.

Fuck.

Steve was certain you must have known exactly what was happening inside him and you wanted to crush the last remnants of self-control he had. There was no other explanation for you asking this question.

“I’m sure Derek would be willing to kiss your cheek too, Sparkles,” he choked out, trying to replace the picture of you writhing under him by your friend pecking your cheek – vainly. Not even a spark jealousy for once.

You frowned at him, lips slightly pursing. “I don’t care for Derek, I’d like a kiss from my man much better.”

Absolutely certain then. You knew even if you didn’t. My man. Steve was so desperately yours and wanted to show it to everyone and claim you it wasn’t funny anymore. It honestly reached the point where it was becoming painful. Literally.

“Yeah, yeah, sure…” he mumbled, bowing his head to give you the briefest of pecks on your lips, knowing that if he lingered just a second longer, he truly just might lose control and not even the idea of getting locked up for public indecency would stop him.

“Sore loser,” you commented with a cackle, completely misinterpreting his lack of affection; and Steve didn’t correct you.

His chuckle sounded foreign to his own ears. “What can I say, at the end of the day, I’m just a man.”

He was. And all his thoughts were shamefully consumed by those about his woman.

You patted his chest before giving him a space to breathe, reaching for your drink.

“And that’s why you guys lost. Cheers, ladies,” you said, clinking your glass of coke with Garcia, JJ, Emily and Natasha, drinking to your victory once more.

Steve didn’t comment on it, for once grateful for the distraction of Tony throwing another drama queen fit over the insult of the male population; because Steve not only lost to you. Tonight, more than ever, which alone was a feat, he was growing desperate to lose yourself in you.

And he wasn’t sure if he could do that without it ending up in a mess.

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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Stupidly Beautiful (Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Title | Stupidly Beautiful

Summary | Y/N is trying to explain to clueless Steve that he is, unknowingly, a chick magnet. And as he tries to understand, he slowly realizes that one of the chicks he's a magnet for, is Y/N.

Pairings | Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Story Warnings/Tags | Cursing, Mutual Pining, A Lil Bit of Angst, Fluff, Shameless Fluff, Like Literally So Much Fluff.

Author's Note | I made this story using the wheels mentioned in a previous post, so, tell me what you think and please be nice honest.

I say "Female Reader" but only because the word "chick" is used to describe the reader, and that is mostly used for girls. Other than that, it can be a Gender Neutral Reader if you so please. :)

Y/N: Your Name

Words | 1,197

"Oh yeah, like you don't know," I murmured, rolling my eyes.

"Know what, Y/N? I'm confused." Honestly, I would have just thought he was fishing for compliments until I looked at his face. His gorgeous face, I might add.

He genuinely had no idea what I was talking about.

"Holy shit, you don't know." I gasped.

He cocked his head.

"Steven Grant Rogers, how do you not know?!"

"Quit yelling at me!" He cried. "Just tell me."

"Steve, you're a chick-freaking-magnet."

"A what?"

"A chick magnet. It means the girls dig you."

"Dig?"

I sighed but remembered that Fury said we had to be gentle and patient with him until he caught up.

"It means they're attracted to you, like, sexually. A lot."

"Oh." His eyes went wide. "They are?"

"You're not exactly that skinny kid from Brooklyn anymore, pal." Bucky chimed in from across the room.

I smirked.

"He's right. You're kinda the male model of beauty." I pointedly looked at his bare chest and looked back up to his face. I had a bit of hesitation on that second part.

He was stupidly beautiful.

He followed me out of the kitchen.

"Now wait, I have questions."

"Like what?" We kept walking down the hallway.

"You said chicks, like what chicks?"

"Fans."

"Fans?"

"Yes, Stevie, you're a superhero. Superheroes have fans." I laughed.

As I stepped into the lab, I slipped on a white coat and a pair of gloves. Tony wasn't there yet, but I didn't expect him to be on time. Tony Stark wasn't known for listening to people or being on time.

"How come I never see them?"

"Well, because most are on the internet."

"Like the computer?"

"Yeah. I guess what you could call what some people have, fan clubs, where they fawn over the people they like. In some cases, like celebrities, or something, they'll write stories about the person and the reader. It's called fan fiction."

"Fan-fiction... Do you ever read any fan fiction?"

Yes.

"No. Not my thing."

"And these chicks that dig me... Are you maybe one of them?"

Fuck yes.

"Don't be ridiculous Steve, we're friends and coworkers. I could never cross a line like that. There's too much at stake, and I value our friendship far too much for feelings."

Lies. It was all lies. I was so head over heels in love with him, and I was just too shy to admit it. Ever since I'd joined the team a few months after the New York attack, I hadn't been able to take my eyes off of him.

"Y/N, are you lying?"

I spun around, and he smirked, tapping his ear. "Built-in lie detector, remember?"

Damn that serum.

"No, Steve, why would I lie to you?"

"Your heart is doing it again."

"Well, quit listening, creep!" I went to turn back around, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me so that I was a mere inch away from his bare chest.

Why the hell wasn't he wearing a fucking shirt?

"Y/N... I dig you too." I looked up at him, unable to hold back a giggle. He rolled his eyes, sighing and blushing.

"Listen, Steve," I murmured once I'd composed myself again. "No matter how much I fangirl about you, and sure you're really, really hot, and you're a great guy, honestly. But we're coworkers. It's against the rules, and it's immoral."

"Y/N, you're an assassin. When have you ever cared about morals?" I rolled my eyes. "Plus, no one listens to that rule anyway. Don't tell me you haven't heard Kate and Yelena going at it. Plus, Tony married Pepper, so..."

"It's not the same," I whispered sadly.

I turned back around to my desk. I was putting data into the computer about some plants we'd found at a Hydra base.

"Why?"

He circled to the other side so he could still watch my face.

"Because you're Steve!" I strained out.

"Y/N, I don't know what that means!"

"You're the golden boy!" I shouted. "You're pure and innocent, like a perfectly soft, newly laid white carpet."

He seemed to be waiting for me to continue, but when I didn't, he sighed. "And...?"

"And I don't want to be the person who spilled red wine on the white carpet."

His entire face and posture softened. His eyes melted into mine, and he came back around the table in a few long strides, quickly taking my arm and pulling me so that we were chest-to-chest.

"Y/N," He whispered, grabbing my chin so that I had no escape but to face his eyes.

"You are not the red wine." His voice was so insanely sincere. So soft and caring, like there were oceans of love inside it.

"You're the one who installed the new white carpet. The one who tore up the old stained yellow one. The carpet was flat beneath our feet. You helped fluff out the new white carpet. You're not the red wine, Y/N."

I felt my eyes well up with tears when he whispered like that. Wording it the way he did, made something inside me shift, and my will crumbled.

I jumped onto my tippy toes and kissed him hard, latching my arms around his neck so that he couldn't let me go or push me away. But it wasn't necessary because he didn't.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, kissing me back with so much genuine trust that I melted into his arms and let him kiss me until I was out of breath and pushing him away.

He let me step back as my heart raced, and when I looked at him, I was almost jealous. Not a hair was out a place; he wasn't out of breath. He looked just the same as before.

I, on the other hand, was out of breath, my cheeks were warm, my hair needed to be smoothed back down from where he'd put his hand in it to hold me closer.

I almost complained about his perfection, but then he smiled with a blinding beam that gave me butterflies. He put both hands on my cheeks and kissed me softly, just once, then twice, before resting his forehead to mine.

"I love you, you blind, incredible idiot of a girl." He whispered, and I laughed.

"I love you too, Steve."

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smediumsmeatbae · 3 years

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Bloodsport

PAIRING: Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader

SUMMARY: a strange plant on a mission changes Steve's and your world.

WORDS: 2234

WARNINGS: body dysphoria (in a sense), body swapping from male to female and vice versa, mentions of period blood, swearing, mentions of testing and drawing blood, if i left anything off please let me know. Not necessarily angst but awkwardness and an attempt at humor. Fluff at the end cause I’m a big softy.

A/N: This is an extremely late entry for @anika-ann's wonderful writing challenge. Thank you for being so patient! I chose the dialogue prompt challenge- "I'm losing my mind." mixed with a Steve Rogers body swap.

HEADS UP: This is a crack fic and an homage to my love for awkward humor. It may not even be funny idk. Lol. Also, this fic is not beta read, all gramatical mistakes/plot holes/shitty writing are all on me.

As always, please do not share this work outside of Tumblr without my express written permission.

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"That is the strangest looking plant I've ever seen."

Trudging through the thick and dark forest, you turned your head to look at Nat, who was staring rather curiously at a… flower? Bush? Flower bush? Scrunching up your nose, you walked over towards Nat so you could inspect the plant as well.

"What is it?" You asked more to yourself than to Nat.

"It doesn't look like it's from earth." Bruce was furiously typing on an iPad, trying to get information on it.

"Guys, c'mon. We're supposed to be doing recon, not playing botanist. Plus, aren't you supposed to be a little more green, Dr. Banner?" Tony quipped into the coms. He was the group's eye in the sky for this mission and rocketed past you all above.

"Tony's right. We gotta stick to the mission." Steve came over your side.

"Did… Did Capsicle just agree with me?"

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes at you, making you giggle. Forward you marched, making your way to the terrorist compound you were staking out. Little did you know that the flowers' effect was already taking hold of you and your team.

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You were startled awake by someone urgently banging at the door. BANG BANG BANGBANGBANG BANG. Groggily looking over at your clock… Wait, your clock wasn't where it was supposed to be. But wait… On second look, why the hell were you in Roger's room? You didn't have a chance to check further; the incessant banging was back.

"Someone had better be dead!" You barked out and the banging stopped.

Your eyes grew wide as you noticed your voice was much deeper. Great, the last thing you needed was the start of a cold.

Trudging to Steve's door, you yanked it open, a glare in your eyes. Except the glare quickly turned into a look of horror mixed with confusion. You were staring at… Yourself?? But she… You… were shorter? What in the holy hell was going on???

"CLONE!" You screeched out and went to attack mode trying to hit yourself in the jaw. You… She easily blocked the move. And that's when you noticed: your arm was not your arm. It was big and full of muscles, freckles kissing the skin. "Wh-what??"

You looked down further and saw a bulging chest, washboard abs, and sleep pants you didn't remember putting on the night before. Quickly, you moved back in the apartment and went into the bathroom. You had to see. You had to know. You flipped the light and there he was in all his wholesome, american pie glory: Steven Grant Rogers was staring back at you, a look of shock on his face. Hearing footsteps coming toward you, you looked out the door and your face looked concerned and confused as well as your body leaned against the doorway, arms folded.

"I'm Steve…" You weakly croaked. "So are you..?"

"I'm you." Steve nodded, finishing your thought.

"I feel like I'm losing my mind." Your bottom lip quivered and a few stray tears fell down your cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry, ok?" Steve spoke softly as he reached out to swipe the tears. You gave him a small smile and touched his hand, grateful you weren't going through this by yourself.

"Do you know if anyone else was affected?"

"Not yet. The only reason I knew was that your cat came and snuggled around my torso and woke me up."

You nodded solemnly.

"What do we do, Steve?"

"We should get the team together, see if anyone else was affected."

Turned out, you two were not the only ones feeling body snatched. Nat and Bruce also swapped bodies. It almost turned disastrous when Nat realized and she almost Hulked out. You don't know how she managed to stop it, (if you had turned into Bruce, you would have definitely changed), but she calmed down and was able to sit at the conference table with you all. Bruce kept putting his hands around himself, feeling utterly exposed and wildly uncomfortable.

"So… Capcicle is you and you're Capcicle." Tony looked at you and Steve. "And Nat is the jolly green giant and Bruce is getting in touch with his feminine side."

"Tony." You warned, doing your best Cap impression.

"What we need is a blood test, try to figure out what's going on with you guys, how long it will last, yadda yadda. I'll reach out to Dr. Cho for assistance since she has some experience in handling alien biology. Meanwhile, I think it would be best for you all to take a couple of days off. Hopefully, this thing just wears off naturally."

As the team got vials of your blood taken, it was decided that the couples would bunk together: Nat with Bruce and you with Steve. You had offered up your room and Steve had taken it. Especially since, as you pointed out, your couch was much more comfortable than his art deco style couch.

"Guys, one more thing." Tony said as you all were beginning to file out. "Don't leave the rooms unless its an absolute emergency. We don't know how this thing reacts yet. Could be contagious."

As you unlocked your door, the once familiar and cozy dwelling of your apartment suddenly seemed foreign from this angle. You felt too much, much too much for the space and all at once you felt tears spring to your eyes.

"Hey, it's ok." You felt a hand on your arm and your eyes staring back at you, looking concerned. "Doctor Cho is gonna get us fixed in a flash, you'll see."

"I'm just… I-I don't want this to be permanent."

"I know, but it's only for a bit. We'll be ok in a couple of days."

You nodded, wiping away the tears.

"Hey, start a movie for us while I use the restroom." He coughed and straightened up. "I'll be as non-invasive as possible."

That earned him a chuckle.

"I would never worry about you, Steve." You smiled shyly at him.

As Steve went to the restroom, you sat down on your couch and started scanning through Netflix, looking for something to watch. Stranger Things felt too close to home, somehow. Maybe a comedy, you thought. And that's when you heard a gasp.

"I'm bleeding. Why am I bleeding???" Came a screech from the bathroom.

Your eyes grew wide. Oh dear sweet Jesus, no. It wasn't supposed to happen for a couple more days. Of course it would happen right then. How in the hell were you supposed to talk Steve Rogers, America's Golden Boy, a man who gets a blush when you just teasingly flirt with him, through this? Your cheeks felt on fire as mortification set in. Why???

"Steve…" Big gulp of air. "It sounds like I started my period."

"What?!"

"Ha-have you not heard of a period, Steve?" Was this about to be way worse than you thought?

"Of course I have! I'm from the 40′s, not an idiot. Just… is it supposed to be this much?"

He sounded exasperated and scared. You could just imagine the look on his face. Poor guy. Your heart instantly went out to him, remembering how weird and uncomfortable your first time was.

"Sometimes it can be." Your voice came out as calm and gentle as possible. "Steve, listen to me. Don't panic, okay? We'll get through this together."

"Okay." His voice came back a little shaky. "What do I do? Do I need one of those pad things?"

Oh christ. You only had tampons and you were not talking the captain through that. Think, think, think .

"No, I'm sorry. I don't have anything except tampons. Listen, I'm going to run to the store really fast and get some for you. I'm also gonna drop down some fresh underwear and you can use some toilet paper in the underwear until I get back. Okay?"

"Do you really have to go through this every month?" Steve asked incredulously.

"Yep." You said, popping the 'p'.

"Women are truly superior." You heard him mumble.

After grabbing the underwear, you headed to the store to grab some much needed supplies. Sure, Tony had said don't leave the room unless it's an absolute emergency, but when had you ever listened to him? Plus, if this wasn't an emergency, then what was?

It was odd, stepping out as Steve. You got quite a few more stares than normal; women, and more than a few men would gawk. You signed a few autographs, took a few pictures. It was so surreal. Your specialty being an assassin/spy, you weren't used to feeling so exposed. You couldn't hide a six foot, all American, beefy, golden haired Cap if you wanted to anyway.

Going into the store, you grabbed the pads first, then went to the candy aisle. You knew that nothing was better for periods than chocolate and you got multiple kinds, not 100% sure what Steve wanted or liked. Then you grabbed some ice cream and also pretzels, just in case he had a salt craving.

Finally, as you made your way to the check out, you thought if you needed anything else. You had midol and Tylenol at home. Also an amazing heating pad that had been your trusty companion through many of your worst ones.

You plopped the items on the counter and the older lady ringing you up smiled brightly at you.

"It's so nice to see a young man buying items for his lady friends. You wouldn't catch a man doing that in my day."

"Uh, thank you ma'am." Was all you could say as you returned the smile.

Once you were back, you put the ice cream up, grabbed the midol, and brought the rest of your pillage with you. Going back to your bedroom, you couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. He was curled up on your bed, blanket covering sweatpants and a tee he had managed to find along with the heating pad that was previously housed by the side of your bed.

"Hey. Internet says that heat helps. Is that true? It doesn't seem to be doing much." He asked, pained eyes looking toward you.

"Yeah, it does." You nodded, smiling back. "Give it time. My muscles are extra achy the first day. Also, these will help."

You walked toward your night stand and placed the midol there along with all the chocolate candy options. Steve looked shocked, but grateful at all the options.

"Do you have those pads?" Steve asked. "This paper is getting… um. Uncomfortable."

"Yes! I have them." You exclaimed as if you forgot.

You grabbed one of the bags scattered on the floor and handed him the squishy package. Carefully, he stood up and went to the restroom. You laid down in bed beside his spot and continued to scroll for a movie that was previously interrupted. After settling on Robin Hood for the 400th time, you eased yourself down.

You heard the door open and Steve walked out, a little shyness in him. You patted the spot beside you and a smile started to form on his lips before he climbed back into bed.

"Oh wow, I really am a human furnace." You heard him mumble to himself as he shifted closer to you. For some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up with his confession.

After a bit, the snacks were broken into. Sweet chocolate of various flavors, (chocolate with almonds awarded the best for Steve), matched with the salty snap of the pretzels. You almost had to contain a moan after biting into some decadent chocolate with caramel. After a really stressful day, it felt so good eating your favorite candy and watching a movie you've seen forever. Steve seemed in better spirits too, smiling and even tossing a couple of pretzels at you, making you laugh.

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep and as you heard a yawn from Steve. It was getting pretty late and Dr. Cho would probably have some tests for you to do or news to tell. You eased out of the covers and started to go towards the living room.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked.

"Just out to the couch. You can have the bed since you aren't feeling good."

Steve looked a little crestfallen at the suggestion and there was a questioning look in his eyes.

"Everything ok?" You asked.

"Yeah. It's just… Do you mind sleeping in here with me? You beside me have done worlds better than the heat pad.

You were sure that pink tinged cheeks were the color that Caps face was sporting as you walked back over to him. Slipping into bed, you turned onto your side to face the wall. You looked over towards Steve, a smile on your lips.

"You can cuddle with me, if you want." You offered. "That way the heat will be all over."

"Uh… I don't know. D'you think that will be appro--"

"Just cuddle me, Rogers." You giggle sighed.

Tentatively, Steve put his hands around your waist, shimming himself closer to your body. You could hear a contented sigh and a mumbled 'much better' when his torso made contact with your back. It wasn't long before you could hear him lightly snoring and you were dozing off too. You didn't know what would happen tomorrow. You were just grateful that today was over.

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stargirlfics · 4 years

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In The Woods Somewhere

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Final Part to It Will Come Back

Summary: You are forced to come to terms with the circumstances and navigate being at Steve’s mercy

Warnings: 18+, kidnapping tw, dubcon tw, noncon tw, dark!sam x dark!bucky x dark!steve x reader, smut: fingering, oral (male receiving), rough sex mentions

Word Count: 3.8k

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You sat staring at your ankle, moving your foot methodically, listening for the rattle of the chain around it that now tethered you to this place, to Steve.

It was all so clear now, you’d walked right into it and you were terrified of what was to become of you. How long would he keep you here? What did he want from you?

Your heart beat in double time now. Panic settling deep in your bones.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about something else too. The way Steve had fucked you just hours before. Something in you had been released, cracked open. And you wanted more. It sounded insane but you couldn’t say it any other way.

You wanted Steve’s hands on you again, rough and warm. And god the way he felt inside you made you ache.

Time seemed frozen here, it felt like you had been here for days now, curled up on the bed, staring down at your chains. You didn’t bother wasting your energy on trying to escape, Steve was always a couple of steps ahead of you. This compound was a fortress, you knew that to be true. You wouldn’t stand a chance at getting out.

So you laid down, tried to remember to breathe, even made yourself some food that you couldn’t find it in yourself to eat.

The chain was just long enough to allow you a good range of movement around the small kitchen area, not enough to reach the door but everywhere else was yours to roam. At least Steve had provided you walking space. What a gentleman.

You had no idea how long Steve had been gone, you stopped keeping track after ten hours. You wondered if he was still alive, you knew he was more than capable of handling himself in danger but he was also a different man now, his rashness could very well be his downfall, and here you were...trapped and alone.

Then there was the realization that he’d left to break Bucky and Sam out of whatever jail Tony was holding them in and maybe, just maybe those two were your ticket out but as if Steve would be so stupid as to mention to them the girl he has chained up in the woods with zero intention of letting go but where else would they go.

Events and details began to blur together and you couldn’t remember if you’d seen any plans to stow Sam and Bucky away anywhere else but here, there was nowhere else as secret or secure for that but where he was holding you.

If that was the case, you may just have two more men in your way of escaping unless you found a way to sway them.

Your last bet was on your friends from work, it would only be a matter of time before they sounded the alarm bells when you didn’t show for work and didn’t answer your calls, they had to find you eventually.

There had to be something left behind at your place that indicated where you could be. But you also didn’t trust that Steve hadn’t found some way to cover his tracks expertly. He wasn’t dumb.

You couldn’t be sure whether it was day or night anymore, your brain flicking back and forth between the two options with no certainty at all, things were fuzzy, you were too focused on having been kidnapped and now god knows what was in store for you.

Dread seemed to seep into every part of you, deep in your bones as you rolled your ankle side to side, listening for the chain sliding across the floor.

Steve told you that you shouldn’t have been kind to him, should have known he’d come back to the hand that fed him all those months ago. You let him in and now he was going to stay whether you wanted him to or not. He had staked his claim over you and you feared if you weren’t smart with this, it would get you killed.

He had turned his back on the good parts of himself if there were any left. And that broke your heart, you had tried to pull it out of him, to stop him from going down a path you could see so clearly, the one that all men wrestled with it seems, the instinct to harden and never look back.

And now look where that had gotten you, trying to care about a man that was probably already past saving when you found him, not that your first encounter was genuine either, it still gave you chills to think that he’d been following you the entire time, he’d scoped you out, saw something in you that he knew would work for him and snapped his jaws like a desperate and hungry wolf at the piece of meat dangled in front of him.

That was just it wasn’t it though? Steve was desperate. His back was against the wall, the whole world looking for the fugitive, everyone he loved dead and gone or on an opposing side, Sam and Bucky the only ones he could put his trust in. And maybe you could weasel your way in too.

Show him you had accepted the monster, would even dance with it if he let you, earn his trust, snap it when the time was right, however long that took you had to be willing to hold out, but you were damned if you were gonna let him keep you here for the rest of your life.

Your limbs felt restless, prompting you to get up from your curled position on the bed and pace, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself not just because you were cold, despite the heating system Steve had in place your body was cold, unable to get comfortable with what your reality was.

Your clothes were dirty, tattered basically from when Steve had yanked them off when you had fucked, something else that you couldn’t stop thinking about, trying to ignore the ache in your core as you slipped on one of Steve’s discarded white tees and kept pacing, reviewing your options, your possibilities, and every way it could go wrong.

Steve was far too smart and calculated for you to think your escape would be simple or easy by any means, he likely planned all of this out down to the tiniest detail, and considering that even if you made it out of this compound, you couldn’t be certain you’d be able to make your way through hours of dense woods to any sort of safety.

Any way you sliced it, Steve had the advantage and upper hand everywhere and if Sam and Bucky were being brought here, you couldn’t trust them to help you so for now, they were against you. Either way, you had to try something, had to play the game and you were banking on being obedient as possible, being the feeding hand, keeping him coming back till you could escape his jaws.

Seemingly like clockwork, the doors to the compound unlocked in a series of loud clicks and you couldn’t be sure but you were almost positive they were activated by the vibranium of Steve’s shield, but there wasn’t any time for you to think about it, the heavy door was pushed open to reveal the faint orange hue of the sunset before Steve’s hulking figure encompassed the doorway.

Behind him, you could see two more figures flanking him and your heart sank and beat faster all at once, something you knew at least two of them could hear as they made their way in, your view of the outside closing once more as the door did, locks clicking back in place automatically.

“So this is the little dove you’ve told us about, what a beauty.” Bucky was the first to speak, his eyes felt like they were piercing your skin and it made you back away into the nearest corner of the room.

You felt lightheaded, fear flooding all your senses as the three men seemed to invade your space ten feet away.

“She is isn’t she, she’s got a mouth on her though, should’ve seen how I got her to finally shut up.” Steve leered at you, jaw clenching in a way that made the ache in your center stronger. And you hated him for it, hated how much you wanted him despite all this shit you were in.

He had kidnapped you and chained you to the place and here you were lusting after him. You felt your ancestors rolling in their graves at the silent admission to yourself but at least you weren’t lying to yourself, this incredibly handsome and deranged white man had caught you in a vicious trap body and mind.

Sam chuckled, stepping closer to you, his head cocked to the side slightly as he inspected you closely.

“So skittish, you don’t have to be scared you know, little dove. Not like we’re gonna hurt you, right boys?”

The way it rolled off Sam’s tongue made you shiver along with the rest of the men’s resounded laughs and “Of course not.”’s. They were lying and you all knew it, you knew they wouldn’t hesitate to snap your neck if you gave them a reason to.

“What the fuck do you want with me? Am I just some toy for you to amuse yourselves with cause you’re all bitter about your situations? Need some innocent woman to take your anger out on is that it?” you knew you should’ve kept your mouth shut but you couldn’t help it.

You were angry and running on minimal sleep, confused, upset, scared, and needing answers.

“I see what you meant about that mouth her of hers. Seems like she needs to learn her place, we’ll give you those answers if we feel like it, sweetheart.” Sam snapped at you, Bucky clicking his tongue and Steve, stoic as ever, glaring dagger at you.

Maybe Sam was right about that, he thought fucking you practically to sleep had wrangled what was left of that disobedience out of you but clearly, you were just as keen to push his buttons even more. No matter, he figured you weren’t going to accept your fate readily, breaking you would be a process and he was prepared to go to any length he had to.

You were his and you’d see that soon enough.

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Three pairs of eyes were on you at all times in the days after Sam and Bucky’s arrival, every move you made had to be as innocent as possible, with you being hyperaware of how your body language your heart rate, all of it came across. If you were gonna survive this you had to be calm, had to go along with this, time would be on your side, it had to be.

You still kept a twinge of defiance, thinking it would be too suspicious if you immediately dropped your bratty attitude right away, you knew Steve wanted to worm his way into your very conscience and it had already begun, outwardly you’d let it happen but internally you knew it would be a battle to resist him all the way.

It was hard to come to terms with how you’d been falling for him for months now before all this happened, the way he had invaded your dreams at night back at home when he would come and go as he pleased, close to you but just out of reach at the same time.

In a way, he’d been a feeding hand to you too, giving you the attention and praise and charm that had you wrapped around his finger practically, a two-way street it had been but his manipulation was careful and discreet and now you realized, far too late but if anything, you knew now.

Hunched over and trying to rub at the spots on your ankle that were bruised and sore from where the chain had rubbed and lain against it, you quietly listened to the three men converse around the table in the middle of the room, security camera pictures scattered across it, too grainy and far away from you to tell what they were of from where you sat on the bed and you didn’t dare get close to the wolves over there, not trusting them to bite at you if you did.

They were careful about sharing information around you which annoyed you considering you were practically on their side now, not like you could do anything or go anywhere, you were a pawn for them to use and play with.

God, you felt insane for thinking it, felt so incredibly wrong for watching Steve from your much too empty bed and fantasizing about the way his strong shoulders had kept you held down as he fucked into you mercilessly the last first day you were here, how something had dislodged and opened in you, the part that yearned to escape the drudge of your everyday life and do something a little reckless with a man you knew but barely knew.

Your life had certainly taken a turn and you couldn’t help but feel exposed like Steve had known you were bored and unhappy with the state of the world and consequently your life in step with that, you wanted more from it, you wanted everything, and maybe Steve was trying to give you that in his own twisted, sick way.

If he won, what would your life look like then, if you let him in and let him stay? Would it really be so bad if you could get through this point? Surely if you let him sweep you away completely he wouldn’t keep you chained forever, he’d have to trust you, he’d have to let you in too, months, years, is that what it would take? You couldn’t be sure but something in you itched to find out.

And maybe, that was your way out, total escape through submission.

It hurt your head to think about too much, tears pricking at your eyes as the weight of everything came down on you so suddenly, your body unable to keep up, shutting down and curling in on itself.

You didn’t bother stopping the tears and the sobs that tore through your body, not caring if Steve or Sam or Bucky heard or cared, you had been numb for days now, no particular emotion hitting you this hard until now, grief and fear gripping your heart as you cried, kicking your feet and arms when you felt a pair of familiar hands on you, upset at the whole damn thing.

“Shh, let go, dove. We got you,” Steve’s voice cut through your sobs, his tone firm but with an edge of softness, his body enveloping yours in.

It was hard not to fight him when you needed the comfort so bad, but you kicked and screamed and sobbed anyway, trying to wriggle out of his grip and screaming even louder when you Sam and Bucky came to your side, holding you down to keep you from fighting them but more in comfort than in malice.

How they could be this way you couldn’t grasp. Cruel and condescending one minute yet embracing you warmly in the next. It made your headache worse.

“I know, I know, it’s hard to accept but you’ll come to understand you belong with us, you belong to me. You’ll see soon enough, I don’t expect you to understand right now. I love you, little dove. You’ll love me too one day,” Steve caressed your cheek, rocking you back and forth while Sam held your hand and Bucky cradled your face, like suffocation of the sweetest most deranged kind.

You gasped and stopped crying for a second at hearing those three little words, your stomach flipping, there was no way he loved you, no way you could ever love him, and yet you knew that was a lie already.

Captain America had your heart years before this moment, had been someone you rooted for and supported and identified with long before now and then he’d gotten close enough to your orbit to confirm what you knew to be true about him even when you saw him begin to unhinge and even now that the wool had been pulled back from your eyes, somewhere in you, you knew a piece of you was his and maybe a piece of him was yours.

Imagine that, warped ideations of love all wrapped up in a neat bow.

Your break from crying came to an end, another tidal wave of emotion rushing through your body fast, your hands squeezing Sam’s tightly, needing them as much as you hated to admit it, to anchor you at this moment, to push air back into lungs that felt like they were dying by the second.

And they did, hushing you and rubbing your body soothingly, your tears eventually stopping and your limbs remaining still, compliant.

“There she is, sweet girl. I think she needs us, don’t you think boys? Needs us to take care of her,” Steve smirked down at you, shifting you in his arms, your eyes darting between the three of them before you felt his hands move down over your thighs, pulling them apart.

The bag you had packed only had enough clothes for a few days and you were running out of clean ones, so here you lay only in underwear and still donning one of Steve’s shirts for no other reason than because it smelled faintly of your home hundreds of miles away from here, you recognized the shirt as the one he fell asleep in on your couch the last time he was there, a kinder, better Steve he was then.

“Think you’re right, Stevie. She looks like she hasn’t been taken care of in a long time,” Bucky licked his lips and you cowered away from his gaze.

“She’s been well behaved too, haven’t you?” Sam squeezed your hand and leaned down to press a kiss to your wrist, it was a test, your brain willing your limbs not to flinch. You needed them to see your good behavior and you would tell yourself it was to survive and that wasn’t a lie but part of it was because you wanted them to reach that part of you that had been cracked open and craving something sinful.

Steve hushed you when you started to whimper when his warm, calloused hands began to slide up your thighs, moving in towards the center where you felt yourself dampen.

“Look at you, darlin, already making a mess,” Bucky clicked his tongue, his thumb darting out to run up your covered pussy, drawing attention to the wet spot there which made you want to crawl away.

This time you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to yank away from their grip, your cheeks burning as they all chuckled, commenting on how pretty they thought you were like this, exposed to them, your body practically begging them to devour you.

The chain around your ankle collided with the floor as you wriggled and pulled, no use against the strength of the three men surrounding you, their grip on you only tightening.

“Ah ah, where do you think you’re running to, sweetheart? Just let us take care of you.” there was Steve’s commanding voice again, smooth and frightening and drawing you in all at the same time.

Every part of you was screaming to fight, to do it tirelessly, but you couldn’t deny how sweet it sounded to just give in, to let them consume you tonight.

“Stop it, Steve. Please, please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this, just let me go,” you were crying again, pleading but your body stilling and responding as Steve’s fingers dipped into your panties and began to play in your slickness, sliding them up and down and over your clit.

Sam let go of your hand, laughing at your pleas and guiding you by the wrist to rest your hand on the hardening bulge in his pants, Bucky doing the same with your other hand.

“Sweetheart you know we can’t do that. You know you want this, you’ve been wanting it since I first fucked you and you know I’ve been dying to be back inside you, one way or another you’re gonna give me what’s mine.”

Steve left no room for argument, your body beginning to come alive, flames igniting inside you as Steve’s finger’s delved inside you, two of them filling up your tight channel so well, the ache quelling finally, relief flooding your system as the fear began to fade.

“You can see it in her eyes, she’s such a pretty thing, she wants to be broken,” Bucky leaned in to kiss your forehead, your hands rubbing tugging at both his and Sam’s pants, your body already making the decision for you.

Your words hadn’t caught up yet as you pleaded and cried, moans mixing in with your pleas as Steve curled his fingers inside you, fucking you with them at a punishing pace, your hips instinctively bucking against his hand, searching for more.

A fog settled over your brain as your resolve slipped, subspace washing over you and that’s when they knew they had you.

“There we go, there’s our good girl, tell me do you want a taste of this, little one?” Sam gripped your chin harshly, maneuvering your head to be right in line with his crotch, and though foggy, you knew what he meant.

“Please, please Sam. I want it.” the voice didn’t even sound like yours but you knew it was.

The three of them positioned you how they wanted, your body following suit as did your mind, desire fueling you now, wholeheartedly.

Time seemed to stand still as they broke you down, wore your defenses to the bone, Sam and Bucky stuffing your mouth full of their cock’s one after the other, taking turns fucking your throat while Steve got to work on fucking your pussy, shoving his fingers soaked with your juices in your mouth when you weren’t sucking off Sam or Bucky.

Steve was as merciless and rough as ever, pushing your legs apart and holding them in place, the chain attached to your foot rattling in times with your moans as he thrust into you over and over, pumping into you deep, the heat of it searing your skin from the inside out.

A scream rang out through the air only for you to realize it was your own, a scream you didn’t recognize but soon would, pleasure and fear mixing into one.

You’d made up your mind, you’d submit to this, to them, to Steve who was fucking you too good for you to do anything but beg for more, you’d let go and submit.

But you’d make no mistake about it, your submission was not weakness, was not you giving in, submission would be your salvation in the end. It had to be.

You’d survive, make these wolves tearing you apart your friends and the woods your map and key.

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A/N: The long awaited second part!! I hope this was a good read especially since I added more characters to the mix! I maybe could have expanded on the smut but I hope it was enough! The ending is quite open ended but I think I like where it leaves off as a final ending for this two parter, leaving it up to you to imagine what might become of our reader

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Charmed | Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Just to clarify, this is written with Peter being 18+

Requested by: @headmastermephistopheles

Request: Could I request a peter parker x a playerish stark male reader? where the reader used to have a lot of guys and girls at his feet but when he moves to his fathers place , his bold honesty and charming charisma makes peter fall hard for him like super hard. Smut if possible ! I adore peter parker and you're amazing at writing about him so thank you for all the stories!

Words: 4468

Warning: Smut

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"Captain." Extending a hand towards Steve. "Good seeing you again."

"Likewise, (Y/N)." Receiving a firm handshake in return. "You do know, you can call me Steve? Right?" Giving you a kind smile.

"I do. But I respect your rank." Giving him a salute. "And your service."

"You really do have the charm of your father." Patting you on the shoulder.

"Don't let him hear that. But thanks, Captain."

You hear him chuckle a little. "Enjoy your stay here." As he holds the door open for you. "If there's anything I can do, please do come by."

"I'll find my way. Thank you." Walking down the hall, you pass all sorts of the nametags of Avengers. The doors were quite far apart from each other. So the rooms had to be huge, you wonder. You can't help but chuckle to yourself as you walk these halls. Being Tony's son does mean having certain perks. You just seem so terribly out of place. Seeing you're far from an Avenger. No superpowers. Or special abilities. No suit of armor.

Although you've heard some things about a certain security and safety protocol. Making the chance very likely that there was a suit of armor with your name on it. But you wouldn’t jump into one out of free will. Absolutely not.

After finishing your studies. Going abroad, traveling the world, you naturally rolled into working for Stark Industries while exploring the many wonders of the world. You eventually end up here. In the Avengers tower.

A welcoming 'committee' awaited your arrival. With most of the Avengers present, you catch up with them. You've known them for almost your entire life. Growing up with Tony meant having the Avengers in the background. They were all kind and friendly to you. And you experienced the highs and lows as well. Although from the sideline. You looked up to them. To their work. Their loyalty and service to the world. An incredible burden.

With a bag slung over your shoulder, you set out for your room. Tony had everything arranged ahead. Luggage moved in. Redesigned the interior. Knowing him, he probably overdid himself again. Going complete overboard with everything. But finding the room was another thing. It's been years since you've been here. Even the tower itself had an extensive rebuild. Feeling your phone buzzing, on the verge of picking up. Your eyes spot someone at the elevator. Rocking back and forth on the heels of his foot. Eyes plastered to his phone.

"Spiderboy!" You jokingly call him, laying your hand on his shoulder.

"Wha-! Wow." He jump scares almost a feet away from you. "H-Hey!" Cracking a smile on his face as he realizes who you were. "(Y/N)"

"I'm sorry." You smiled, reaching him a hand. "You must be Peter."

"Parker… P-Peter Parker." Shaking your hand, looking at you with big eyes. "Nice meeting you."

"Likewise, Peter." Silencing your buzzing phone. "I'm (Y/N), but you already knew that." You smile. "I've heard a lot about you, Peter. Tony is ecstatic about you."

"Are you k-…? Really?!"

"Yeah, Tony’s quick with words, but slow with feelings and such. But he honestly adores you. You have to see through his jokes and sarcasm."

Peter only nods, clamping his laptop under his other arm. Readjusting the bag on his shoulder. Listening carefully to every word you say.

"Sarcasm and wittiness isn't always the right approach, you know." Both of your attention gets drawn to the lift doors closing. "Sorry, buddy, but you just missed your ride."

"It's fine. Don't worry." He smiled. "Bus won't be here in 32 minutes."

"So, do you live in the tower as well?" Pressing the elevator button for Peter. As he's too occupied listening to you.

"N-No, I… eh live with my aunt downtown."

"How nice." Sounding a bit too bitter to your liking. You just wish he lived here. Being able to spend some time with someone your age, instead of all the 'older' Avengers. "You're heading there right now?"

He nods quickly. "You?"

"Well, I'll be fair to you." Leaning into him, as if you're going to reveal a big secret. "I was on my way to my room. But I can't find it." Scratching the back of your head.

"I know where it is." He lively springs into action.

"Wonderful, could you show me?"

"This way." He beamed, proudly walking in front of you. Occasionally glancing over his shoulder.

"So… Anything big happening here at the weekends?"

"Not much. From time to time, the Avengers share a drink on the top floor. But things are calm these days." He stops at a door with your name on it. You caught yourself to not paying any attention to the route Peter took. Not where it was located opposite to the previously seen rooms.

"Thank you, Peter." Unlocking the room. Hanging your coat beside the door. Peter looking on, staring into the room. Large pane windows, pretty much the same as Tony's own room. Luxuries and grand.

"Oh, well then. I better be going." Checking the time on his phone. "See you around."

"Peter." You call out to him, "What will you be doing this weekend?" Taking your place against the doorpost. Sheathing your hands in your pockets.

"M-Me?" He stutters, completely caught off guard by your question. You notice he's avoiding your eye contact the whole time. A blush coloring his cheeks. Staring down the hallway. "I… ehm."

"Attending any parties?"

"No-No-No, I'm not much of a party going type. Do you want to go to a party?"

"I prefer not to." You confess. "I was hoping to do something with you."

"Okay, okay." His smile growing wider and wider. "What are you thinking of?"

"I dunno. What do you usually do on the weekend?" You return the question. From this distance, you could almost hear his brain. "Except for saving the city as Spiderman, of course." Shooting him a playful wink.

Peter's face shoots bright red. With his hand, he rubs his cheeks and mouth, trying to hide his glowing red face.

"Here." Handing him your business card. "Think about it. If you don't want-..."

"Of course, I want to. But, I...ehm am running late." Glancing at his wrist while he definitely wore no watch. Starting to walk off.

"You know where to find me." You sniffle and wave him goodbye.

"Bye, mister Sta-... (Y/N)! Storming around the corner. Noticing his happy skip jump as he races off towards the elevator. You can't help but smile at his cuteness. It was only a few minutes ago he guided you to your room. His bus wasn't due to arrive in more than 25 minutes, you guess. You let him have his moment. He looked so nervous. You have to admit, you experience a bit of nerve and flutters in your stomach as well.

You spend the rest of the evening in the lounge area with a couple of Avengers. Sharing a few beers, hearing their stories, and play some games. Your phone was never quiet, but tonight you had to check every single notification. Peter still prominently present in the back of your mind. Eagerly awaiting his message.

Your heart skipped a beat, seeing his name pop up on your screen. The fact you had Peter's number already in your phone, gave away the illusion you had no interest in him. You heard the stories about Peter. You had seen the pictures. You didn’t fool yourself. And Tony didn’t lock any of his computers around the house either, so you fished Peter’s number out of there with ease. His profile picture enough to give you the jitters.

Peter was way more talkative via messenger. The conversation lasting long into the evening. Chatting about anything, really. Of course, a Spiderman patrol selfie to top it off. In the end, you set the date. Not like a date. With romance and all that. None of it. At least that’s what you keep telling yourself. Tomorrow he’s coming over, and together you've decided to call it a movie night. That's what he usually does on Saturday’s he said. So that’s what it was. Not at his aunt’s house. Not in the lounge. In your room. And for the first, in a long time, you’re feeling actual nervous.

The next day, just around the clock of six in the evening, your watch signals you that Peter had entered the building. All those handy tech bits came off good use. Apparently, you could set a notification as soon as a biometric scan noticed a specific person entering the building. And yes, Tony had given you a witty remark for only checking Peter’s box. But who’s to blame. He designed the system in the first place. For that remark, he didn’t have an answer at the ready.

“You look nice.” Peter murmured, adjusting the bag over his shoulder. Scrapping his voice a little.

“Thanks.” You give him a kind smile. “You too. Classy.” You compliment him. “Come in, make yourself at home.” Peter again takes in the room after a few steps in, looking in awe at the view and luxuries interior. Modern and spacious. But also a tad bit too large for a person your age.

"Dressed for something special?" He has a slight stutter to his voice. "A party?"

"It's pretty much the same as yesterday, I believe." Checking your clothing, as if there's something off. “But to answer your question. No. No parties. I don’t like them that much.”

“But you’ve partied almost everywhere across the world. If I can believe the pictures…”

“You right. But the thing is, you’re invited by influential people because of your name. You're more of a statement. Doesn't make it as entertaining as it looks."

"Why don't you decline them? Be honest about it. They get pretty wild, I've heard." His face coloring red at the thought.

"Sometimes, there's more at stake than what I want at the moment." You sigh, raking your fingers through your hair. "Oh well. I've ordered pizza in." Trying to shift the attention of the conversation. Getting a thumbs up from him as he connects his laptop. “Beer?”

"Yes, please." He kindly nods, looking up from his laptop.

"Peter, you don't have to say please for everything." Patting him on his shoulder. Seating yourself beside him on the couch. "Cheers, buddy." Ringing your bottle against his.

You see a surprising look, turn into a broad smile. "C-Cheers."

The couch was surprisingly large, especially for the two of you. How you wished you could crawl against him. Your thoughts often drift away from the movie you were watching. You and Peter falling in conversations about anything. Absolutely anything. He was smart, really smart. Had an interest in loads of things. Shared a lot of interests with you.

His body language changed visibly during the course kf the evening. As soon as his shoes came off, making himself really comfortable on the couch, you knew he felt at home. Making remarks, and funny jokes about anything and anyone. You’re drawn to each other. There was no other way to describe it. Your moments of eye contact were uneasy at the beginning. Especially for him. But that changed the later the evening progressed. Not one moment of silence dropped into the conversation. Peter told his stories. His experiences with becoming a member of the Avengers. Tales about Tony. But was interested in your stories, worries, and concerns. Peter was a damn good listener. You had to excuse yourself to Peter for a moment and step into the room nearby. For most of the evening, you've been pressing calls away. But not this one. In all, it takes not more than ten minutes before returning.

“Sorry, European client.” You excuse yourself. “Time zones and all that.” Seating yourself beside him again. Laying your arm to rest on the back of the couch. All comfortable and relaxed.

“I couldn’t understand a single word you were saying.” He giggles. "But it sounded kinda funny."

“It's the Dutch language. It's strange in their own unique ways. I'll teach you the basics sometime. Could come in handy someday."

“Awesome. You have an idea how long will you be staying?”

"Yeah, well the thing is, I haven't talked about it with Tony." You confess. "I've made quite a few international contacts by now. And there's still a lot to gain there. For a bit, it depends on what Tony has in mind."

“You don’t have a say in that?”

“You know how persuasive he is. Before you know it I’m back across the ocean.”

"Anyway." Rising to your feet. "In for another?" You intended to reach for his empty bottle. But are stopped by him. A firm grasp holds your wrist in place. You look at him in surprise. But you don't meet eye to eye. His head hanging downcast.

"Don't…" He muttered. "D-Don't go…" His hand feeling clammy and warm on your skin. You notice a slight tremble to his grip. His breathing heavy.

"It's… just the freezer." You try to lighten the mood. "But-..."

"No, it's n-not-…" He jumps up to his feet. “N-Not that…” Visibly swallowing the lump in his throat. "Please don't go." Taking a step closer, closing the distance between the two of you. Sad looking puppy eyes meet yours.

"P-Peter…" You stutter, followed by a shuddering breath. "Are you…" Your head is fuzzy, spinning, overwhelmed by your feelings.

Peter just nods with those big puppies eyes staring into your soul. Drawing you in closer. You turn into him, closing the distance. Peter was just a little bit shorter than you. And in slow motion, you close in on his lips. You bring your hand up to cup his cheek. Peter leaning, his hand reaching for the back of your neck. Lips meeting in the middle. It's soft. It's slow. It's sweet. It’s everything you wanted. It's breathtaking. Your bodies finding each other. Pressed against one another.

"P-Peter...?" “Y-You… ehm….” Red flooding your cheeks. You both stare at each other, hesitant on the next move. “Wow... A… S-Stark isn't quickly rendered speechless... B-But, this…." You nod. "T-this does…it”

"I want you to stay (Y/N). Really… R-Really want you to." His hands reaching for the first buttons of your blouse.

You cup both his cheeks and kiss him again. More violent than before. Resting your foreheads for a moment against each other. "Peter…?" You stammer. “You… really wanna do this?

He pushes you onto the couch, a force you couldn't possibly stop. Seating himself on your lap. With a simple nod, he takes off his blouse. Revealing his masculine body. Leaving you gazing at the irresistible shape of his body. Feeling yourself growing. You snap out of it the moment you see him open his belt, tugging to open his pants. Revealing his underwear, stretched by his length. Your hands slowly caress down the side of his figure. Captivated by his physique.

His lips smack onto yours, one hand on his length. Peter moaning into the kiss. The other arm wrapped around your neck. Grinding against one another for a while. Until you replace his fingers with yours on his cock. Making him groan harder than before. Stuttering your name as you stroke his member slow and steady. His head falling to the crook of your neck. You feel his trembling fingers work with your buttons on your blouse. Forcing you to go bare chest. "I want you (Y/N)." He moaned in your ear. His voice commanding, almost hypnotic. Making you shudder to your very being. Peter was irresistible right now. Too cute for words. Grinding his hips into your grasp, but also against your groin.

"I need you, Peter."

"L-Let's do it." He pants, struggling to get his pants off. And as soon as he gets his off, he looks at you, before loosening yours. Releasing your raging boner into the wild. Seating himself back onto you. You try to grind both cocks in your hands. But Peter has a different idea, flipping on his back. He wanted more.

“C-Can you…” He moans. “-touch me?” You sink deeper into the couch by his weight pressing down on you, angling your hips forward. As Peter climbs on top of you, anchoring his right arm around your neck. And resting his warm, masculine back against your body. Resting himself on top of you gave you such a beautiful view down his abs, onto his erection. He slowly sinks down, his ass cheeks guiding its way to your cock. You feel yourself harden even more. At this point, despite his enthusiasm, you can tell he’s nervous. “Are you sure about this, Peter?” Pressing gentle kisses down the side of his neck. Letting your fingers brush every inch of his skin. Peter completely lost in bliss by your touch. Whimpering as you caress his abs and pecs. You realize you’ve never been harder before.

"Y-Yeah…" He pants. "I want you…" Tilting his head towards you, searching for your lips, kissing you slow and passionate. "Yes… (Y/N). Please."

With one hand, you slick your length nice and wet. Making yourself ready for him. You watch for Peter's reaction as you place your tip at his hole. Pushing lightly against the resistance. Peter just moans, closing his eyes. Shuddering on top of you.

"Talk to me." You whisper. "Does it hurt?" You watch him smile in response. Spreading his legs a bit further.

"N-No, it feels really good." He grins. "It… turns me on." Biting his lower lip.

"Good…" You stroke his length a few times. Making him whimper by your touch. Peter, on top of you, made you feel his every shudder and shake. Giving you a perfect insight into his level of pleasure. "Enjoy it." Before continuing to rub your tip along his ass cheeks. Softening up his flesh. With your fingers, you try to pry his little hole open a bit. Making it wet and ready.

"Put it in me..." He asks, breathing somewhat heavy.

You begin to push against his resistance. Trying to fit in the first few inches. You steady him on top of you. Watching his masculine torso heave up and down made you even harder.

"That’s it…!" He groans hard. "I... c-can feel you." He gasps. His ass cheeks clenching around your tip the moment you enter. Gripping around your tip tightly. You have to calm yourself down, closing your eyes, holding down your breath. Feeling his sphincter grip you so tightly was difficulty not cum already.

From your point of view, you can already see the sweat glistening on his body. You slowly begin to ease into him, your hand kneading into his chest, trying to make him relax. “It's so big…” He groans.

“It’s alright, Peter.” You keep touching him, softening him up. “Keep breathing.” He begins to push down on your cock. All without your help. Forcing you to slide deeper into him. His insides are warm and welcoming, the sensation enveloping. You halt for a moment, rubbing softly on his skin. Seeing his nipples rock hard turns you on incredibly. "How's that feel?"

"A…mazing." He gasps, his head falling backward. "G-Give it to me… please…"

“I’m going slow, Pete.” As you begin to move, his face a mix of pain and, seemingly, a bit of pleasure changes to a wide-open gasping mouth.

His breathing hitches with each thrust, you bring your mouth to his chest. With your tongue, teasing his chest. Stroking your tongue along his rippling chest. Circling his nipple, flicking it, before taking in-between your lips. Slowly suckling down onto it. Gasps of pleasure echo from his mouth as you continue by teasing his body.

Despite his soft moans, seeing Peter this flustered on top of you actually makes him look even cuter. You can tell he’s feeling good. His face contorted in what you can tell is pure pleasure. Whatever you’re doing seems to be working as his ass tightens on you. “You’re doing great, Peter.”

Going faster, his grip around your neck strengthens. You feel him shudder, his ass tightening up on you. “It… feel so good.” He groans loudly. “I… can’t hold it… much longer…”

"Shoot it for me." You moan into his ear. While you watch him stroke his cock. His movement become jolted and irregular. You run your hands gently along with his abs, your mouth giving long, luscious sucks on his nipples. Peter was one panting mess, he loved his body being touched like this.

"I… I can't…" He stutters, his arms falling to his side. You watch as his cock twitch at each of your thrusts. You seize the moment and wrap your fingers around his meaty length. You have to be careful not to cum yourself already. Touching him like this. Sliding the wet ridges of his cock through your hand.

"Cum for me." You continue to tease him. "I want to see you covered in it, Peter."

His eyes widened in disbelief. Watching you as one panting and moaning mess. Desperate for release.

"Drench that beautiful body." That single comment made him clench around you tight. You see his toes curl, hip bucking against yours. Shaking. Shuddering. Accompanied by a loud growl of release and pleasure. He jolts forwards, gasping for air. As you thrust deep into him again and again. Your strokes on his cock, matching your thrusts. Feeling his cock spasm in your hand. Releasing a jet of cum on himself. Each push of your length, making him squirt more and further. Draining every drop from him. Until he falls back into your embrace. Spent and satisfied. Panting long and hard with his eyes shut tight. His body covered in wetness. Small trembles follow. His hand running across his muscled body. Feeling the wetness.

"Fuck…" You breathe heavily. Trying to hold it together. "That was hot." Connecting your lips with his shoulder and neck. Your tongue catching the taste of his wetness.

"I love you…" He says in a shuddering voice. "So… m-much." The largest smile stretching across his face. Kissing you slow and sensual.

His rolling hips distracted you immediately from continuing to grace his warm skin with your lips. "A-Are you close?" He whispers to you.

"Yeah." You nod enthusiastically. Clenching your hands tight on his body. All warm and wet. Using whatever strength you have left to push him up and down your cock. You watch in amazement how his muscles stretch and bulge. Tense and relax. The size of his those thighs. The rippling muscles beneath the touch of your finger. God, he is so masculine, so complete. You feel overwhelmed. Short of breath. His proportions leaving you speechless.

Peter may be a bit inexperienced at it. But at this moment. This movement. The roll of his hips. Slow and steady. The angle on which he grinds down on your cock. So smooth and sensual. Swirling your cock through his wet, stretched insides. His flesh squeezing around your rock hard, pulsing member. Hugging it like you never felt before. While his breath fanned across your skin. Softly stifling groans by your penetration. Hugging you close.

"Keep going…" You groan. "Just like that…" Feeling your climax rise quick. Peter's insides felt smoother than before. You can't help but praise him more and more. Guiding you closer to your climax. The sight of his cock stiffening before you, makes you reach your high in no-time. Announced by a groan of pleasure and ecstasy, a load of cum erupts from your cock. You pull him close against you. Rutting into him. Filling his insides with your warm load.

Only the sound of heavy breathing, licking of lips, and tired moans. Followed by a burst of giggles. Peter still on top. You wrap your arms around his torso. Slowly sliding flat onto the couch. "Peter…" You whisper. "Something sparked yesterday, didn't it?" Biting your lower lip as he looks up at you with this cute smile. "I mean… look at that smile.” Your fingers gently playing with his ravaged curls.

He rolls onto your chest, laying his head to rest on his crossed arms. Releasing a content sigh. Dreamy eyes staring at you. "You make me smile (Y/N)." One finger tracing the lines of your collarbone.

You just love looking at him like this. Watching him absentmindedly circle his fingers on your skin. "I've grown to love you (Y/N). Everything about you is perfect. Your charm, your smile. You as a person. You're perfect in every way." Slight blushes forming on his cheeks. "I feel nervous, just looking at you." He giggles softly.

"Peter…" Cupping his cheek. "You're not the only one." Pressing your lips on his. "I love you so much."

“Will you tell mister St-…” He stops mid-sentence, his eyes glance up at you for a second. Realizing his mistake, as his smile grew larger. “-your dad about us? And your plans?”

"Yes… Yes, I will." For a moment, your thoughts wander off, imagining a rather uncomfortable conversation with Tony about you and Peter. "I know what I want." Brushing a few curls from his forehead, as Peter is obsessed with tracing his finger on your body. “Can you promise me one thing, Peter?”

“Wh-…?” Rising from your chest, seeing a bit of worry in your expression. “What is it, (Y/N)?”

“Please be safe.”

“I always am.” He smiles thinly. “Especially now that I have you.”

“For real, Peter. The Spider-Man stuff scares me.

“You really are the sweetest, (Y/N).” Peter shuffles closer onto you, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips. “I know what you mean. But don’t you worry. I’ll be extra careful.”

"I fear the day you don’t come home, Peter. I've seen it with my dad. I… I just want you to be safe… with me.” Pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Will you promise me you'll stay here?" Before you want to answer his question, his finger silences your lips. "Yes, or No?" He smiles.

"Yes… I'll stay here… If you come live with me." You watch his reaction, his smile growing. "Can you imagine comin-..."

Mid-sentence your cut off by his lips on yours. Passionate and strong. His hands holding onto your cheeks.

“Yes…” He mutters into the kiss with a big smile. “I… want… nothing more… than…to be …with you… every… single… day.” His body grinding against yours. Feeling him grow. "I want to be with you (Y/N).” Seeing the goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands roving on your skin. “You like that?” He smirks. Continuing to tease you.

"I like you, Peter." You groan by his tease. "With the whole of my heart." Tossing him on his back on the couch. Peter being much stronger, rolled you back.

“Let’s go to… our bedroom.” His smirks.

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lowkeyorloki · 4 years

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You're generally thought of to have really good characterization of Loki in this fandom (I'd say that's what you're known for???), so I was wondering if you could give some tips on how to write Loki? And maybe some general tips on writing imagines/x readers?

Hi there anon! First, thank you very much for such a high compliment. I think any fanfiction author would agree when I say being told we get our muse’s characterization correct is one of the highest compliments we can be given, so THANK YOU!

I would be happy to give you some advice, but keep in mind, this is just my interpretation of Loki. You, and any other author, are allowed to take creative control and do with his character what you will. This is just what works for me!

For Imagines/X Reader Fics

This is my third imagines blog, so I have been doing x readers for a long time. If you’re looking to expand your following, I would start out doing preferences. This is when you take a group of people from the same piece of media (in Marvel, a good example would be the whole team of The Avengers) and basically write a little drabble for each of them in one post. This will allow you to use multiple character tags, which means your posts are more likely to circulate. From there, you can totally branch off and have an emphasis on one character, or create a whole new sideblog for one character that people from your already-established following can find. I used this method twice and it worked really well- it also lets people see you can write for different types of characters, which is always a plus.

Tags! Use as many tags as you can, because that’s how people find your work. Make sure to use some with your muse’s first name, and some with their first and last. For imagines specifically, I would always make sure you have “(name) x reader”, “(name) x you”, and “(name) imagine”, because those are what people usually search for.

Avoid physical descriptions. “Reader” is just that: the reader. Not everyone has blue eyes, not everyone has long hair, not everyone is white, etc. etc. If you really want to write a character with specific physical traits, then you should develop an OC. It rips your readers out of your fics when they’re described in a way that doesn’t fit them, and can also really harm their confidence- the only descriptions of someone’s appearance I’ve ever seen in x readers are features that are considered conventionally attractive, so it’s important to be mindful of any implicit biases you may have.

...You also have to keep the reader as a character somewhat neutral, because they are supposed to be whoever is consuming your fic. If you’re going to give them character traits, justify them with your story. You want your reader to be trained in hand-to-hand combat? They took martial arts as a kid. You want your reader to be the smartest in their field? Give them a backstory that made them that way. It’s personality traits you have to look out for, because if someone’s personality doesn’t match with “y/n’s”, that person isn’t going to be able to read your works.

Speaking of y/n, I would suggest not using it at all. I’ve recently stopped using it due to my own experience and feedback from my followers. Most people don’t see y/n and replace it with their name, it just becomes a reminder they’re reading something. Your goal is to immerse your readers in your fics, and I’ve found this often has the opposite effect. There are a lot of ways to avoid y/n, such as pet names (darling, baby, love) or creative phrasing (”your name passed over his lips, whispered softly like he had never heard it before”). It can be a challenge, but writing always is!

If possible, keep your reader gender neutral. This sounds a lot harder than it is. Especially in the Loki fandom, there are a lot more male readers than you think, and there are people who don’t conform to either gender. Not assigning pronouns makes your reading more accessible (which also means more exposure!!!) and also allows everyone to find a place in fandom. The only times it becomes a problem is when other characters are talking about the reader behind their back, or when writing smut. In my case, I do my best avoid the first option and, until I find a solution, I do use gender and everything associated with it in smut. However, if none of these appeal to you, you can also copy and paste your fics to have different pronouns.

Strategically place that “keep reading”, it’s a good way to get readers hooked!

For Loki’s Character

In my opinion, Loki is all about a balance of vulnerability. We all love to see him be loving and open and intimately intwined with someone, but it would take a lot of time to get there with him. For that reason, if you’re wanting to write that side of the Trickster, I would make your fic an established relationship or slow burn. If that doesn’t sound like something you want to do, a lot of faults in writing can be forgiven if you call them out yourself. Does something feel too random? Say it was sudden or unexpected. This shifts blame from you and actually becomes a characterization choice: now, instead of you possibly misinterpreting Loki’s character, he and the reader have so much chemistry with each other they’re acting differently than they normally would.

Loki (and Thor’s) way of speaking is a HUGE factor of any fics with him. Loki has a different colloquial than we do, and thanks to Tom Hiddleston’s really sexy voice, it’s something closely associated with the character. So, we have to walk a line of Loki’s words being formal, but not being out of touch. He was able to assimilate easily (that’s part of the reason he was such a threat in Avengers), and is super clever and picks up on a lot of things. Therefore, Loki is more likely to address Tony as “Stark” rather than “Man of Iron”, and I think it’s fair to say he knows the name “Coulson” doesn’t refer to the SHIELD agent’s lineage (he’s probably not going to call him “Son of Coul”). But phrasing is also a part of this. I try to avoid contractions coming out of his mouth, so “you are” instead of “you’re”, “he is” instead of “he’s”, etc. etc.

Loki also isn’t going to say things we normally would: As humans, we tend to exclaim “Oh my god!” or something along those lines. But Loki was brought being told he was a god, so that isn’t going to be in his vocabulary. It’s little things like this I keep an eye on when I’m writing for him.

A good way to accomplish Loki’s speech is just... adding words the modern world has deemed unnecessary. A recent example of mine is in one of my fics, Loki is asking the reader what a group of characters want from her. Originally, I had him saying “What do they want?”, and while editing, I changed it to “What is it that they want?.” It’s subtle, but when this is how most of the Loki’s sentences are structured, it calls back to the Loki we saw in earlier Thor films (regardless of your opinion on Ragnarak, the Shakespearean-esque language is gone by the film) and creates a simulation of sorts that makes your reader feel more in tune with your story. Not to keep using this word, but it’s a technique that immerses your reader.

Make sure your style matches Loki! I have a very dramatic and articulate style, lots commas, lots of (carefully placed) repetition, and paragraph breaks. This works for Loki because he’s such an emotional and complex character, and my style compliments and emphasizes that.

Readers respond well to your style correlating with your character: Compare my fics Aftermath or Wounds to A Mortal Occurance. Aftermath and Wounds are written in the style I described above, and are approaching 500 and 400 notes respectively; whereas I tried a more domestic and conversational style in A Mortal Occurance, which has yet to reach even 150 notes. While there’s definitely something to be said about people subscribing to you for one specific form of writing, it would be impossible for me to deny one style is not only more true to me, but more true and realistic to Loki. Think of if I wrote in my style for Ant-Man or Sam Wilson. It wouldn’t really work because their characters aren’t as high-stakes as Loki.

I hope this all helps! Remember this is just my opinion and is what has worked for me. You’re free to take all this to heart or completely reject it. I’m honored you came to me in the first place <3

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vydante · 5 years

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Restart | Avengers x Male! Reader | 0

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Avengers x Male! Reader (romantically: undecided)

Plot: Dr. Strange said there was only one possibility of winning the battle against Thanos.

But when (Name) is forced into the past and into his younger body, he's suddenly given the chance to start over and prevent the future from happening again.

So which route are you going to take? Are you going to risk the future and take preventative measures, or live life with the Avengers for the next 4 years, knowing what will soon come?

A/N: At end. Includes Endgame Spoilers.

Fate was like a constant barrage of trick-or-treating.

Being the son of the infamous Tony Stark seemed to have been a pleasant treat with some annoying tricks.

Being friends with the Avengers was a cruel trick, yes, but you definitely had some of the sweeter moments of your life with them.

Having gone through countless fights and battles with them was definitely a bad trick, but the relief of knowing you made it through together was a wonderful treat.

You relished in the blissful idea that the Avengers were unstoppable, and for a moment, it seemed like it was true.

But then things changed.

Life became bleaker. More serious. And less of what it used to be. The stakes had gotten exponentially higher, and you seemed to have been walking on a tightrope.

You figured that if something had happened to you because of this, you'd be surrounded by your loved ones. And if you played your cards right, it wouldn't happen until later in life.

What you didn't expect was to have Fate come banging at your door at your most vulnerable; alone, scared, and terrified. No one to hear you, no one to rescue you, no one, no one, no one.

No one.

You have trick-or-treated with Fate for many years. Each treat was more pleasant after the other, but each trick was meaner than the ones before.

But by far, you thought bitterly, this was the cruelest trick Fate had played on you.

But now, you're given a chance to start over. A chance to reel Fate in by the throat and change it.

The question is: are you going to take it?

A/N: This will be my only Authors Note as far as I can tell. However, I just wanted to make this as an experimental fanfiction. I will only be posting this on Quotev and Tumblr. I'm going to be honest: I don't know how this will go. I don't have anything planned, just a vague idea as to what I want to write. I wanted a better ending in Endgame, and I guess this is my one shot by also including a Male Reader insert into this. I might even take down this whole story since it'll probably take me a long time to even think of a chapter, and I might lose interest. I don't know.

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darkangeldesignstudio · 5 years

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Bad Guy

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky and the team attend Raleigh GalaxyCon among the hundred of other cosplayers as a way to get in and foil another of Hydra’s schemes. But, it may appear that Hydra isn’t the only villain with a devious plan for the upcoming convention.

As promised for helping me reach 100 followers, here is my Bucky x Reader one shot with a pretty tantalizing twist thrown in for good measure. This one-shot was only half-read by my Beta as I wanted to surprise her with the ending, so any errors are mine and mine alone. XOXO

Warning: Knife play, SMUT!!!, and a bit of foul language on Bucky’s part.

Song: Bad Guy by Billy Eilish

The sticky Carolina heat was uncomfortable on a good day, but dressed in his black tack gear and mask, Bucky was absolutely sweltering under the sun. He tapped his communication ear piece twice, a signal to the team that he was active and all systems were go on his end. A multitude of taps answered his as he took in the surrounding area, looking for anything amiss among the hundreds of people around him.

Standing just outside of the Raleigh Convention Center, Bucky and the rest of the team were scattered throughout the crowd, waiting in the long lines to get into GalaxyCon disguised as none other than themselves. It was an awkward situation to be in, especially since Bucky hadn’t donned his Winter Soldier mask and signature kohl lined eyes in years. But, it was the easiest way to blend into the crowd of costumed civilians without being noticed by their targets.

About a month ago, Tony’s AI discovered some encrypted files talking about a weapons deal going down in the area. Turns out that one of the local hotel chains has ties to Hydra. Their plan was to create a disturbance with a fake bomb threat to the hotel, distracting the local police department and leaving the convention venue open for the deal to go down. That’s where the team would come in.

The team split into two entities. Tony, Sam, Wanda, and Bruce would stake out the hotel and make sure Hydra didn’t try to tie up loose ends with an actual bomb. While Natasha, Bucky, Steve, Peter, and Clint would stake out the inside of the venue, aptly dressed as Marvel cosplayers thanks to an eerily accurate movie series made by Disney.

That Sebastian guy could have been Bucky’s twin, honestly it creeped him out a bit, but not as much as being in this place did. The countless number of eyes on him made him uncomfortable. He had heard of hiding in plain sight, but this was ridiculous.

All eyes, male and female, were on him; each carrying a certain degree of admiration or hate. The hate wasn’t a surprise with what he had done, both in life and according to the movies, but the admiration was almost palpable as he stood in line with the rest of the crowd.

After about an hour of waiting in the heat, he finally made it into the venue itself. The cool air washed over his body and he sighed in relief.

Approaching the sign in table, Bucky received his ticket stub from their local informant and successfully passed through the - momentarily deactivated - medal detectors. And it was a good thing, seeing as he was absolutely decked out with knives and guns.

Walking further into the interior of the venue, he was surprised by the amount of people that dressed up for these events. Everywhere you looked, there were people dressed in costumes with varying degrees of coverage and creativity. He tapped his com unit again, letting the team know he was inside, before going about his watch.

Answering taps from Peter and Steve announced that they were still outside, while Clint and Natasha had already entered ahead of him.

He wandered aimlessly through the venue, perusing through the various stalls selling merchandise and the multitude of celebrities and professional cosplayers in attendance, until a little girl in a Thor costume stopped him with a tug on his hand.

“Mister, can I take a picture with you?”

The look on her face was so cute and innocent, he couldn’t have said no. “Sure sweetie.”

Settling down on one knee, Bucky propped the butt of his M249 SAW on the floor and rested his left hand around the opening of the barrel, exposing his vibranium arm to the cameraman in front of them. The little girl gasped at the sight of his arm, but quelled her excitement long enough to pose with her mini Mjolnir for the picture. It was the most adorable thing Bucky had seen in a long time and it made his smile grow under the black mask.

“Thank you, mister Bucky. I wish the other Avengers were here to take pictures with me, though.” The little pout on her face was too much for him and he quickly settled back onto the floor beside her.

“Well, little doll, I’m not sure if Thor or Iron Man is here, but I did see two people that looked a lot like Hawkeye and Black Widow standing in line for a Pretzel a few minutes ago. If you hurry, they may still be there.”

Her happy little squeal made him chuckle as he waved her back in the direction of her parents. As soon as they were far enough away, he tapped his ear piece.

“Nat, Clint. You have an extremely cute little girl in a Thor costume coming your way that wants a picture.”

Clint’s voice came in first, a bit muffled as he stuffed his face with pretzely goodness. “Sure thing, Buck. Does she know Cap is here?”

“No, I didn’t want to give too much away and seem suspicious. And please, for the love of God, stop chewing in my ear, Birdbrain.”

Nat giggled. “Don’t worry, Bucky, I’ll teach him some manners later. By the way, if you keep up that murder strut and I doubt anyone will be willing to come anywhere near you. I’m surprised the little girl was brave enough to even ask. But don’t sweat it, we will point them in Steve and Peter’s direction.”

With a grunt of exasperated agreement, Bucky went on his way to the next stop in his venue stakeout; the cosplay contest hall. Never noticing the eyes that watched him from across the room.

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You watched as the beautifully dangerous assassin walked around the venue. He tried his hardest to blend in to his surroundings, appearing as only a local cosplayer to most of the civilians around him. But you knew better.

This was only your second time seeing Bucky Barnes in the flesh, and there was absolutely no way anyone could have mimicked that strut of his. Sebastian Stan’s version of the walk was mouthwateringly sexy to say the least, but it would never compare to the real thing. The stalking strut of the Winter Soldier was like steak to a starving man, delectable.

You followed him throughout the venue, watching him as discreetly as possible while mingling with other cosplayers and a gaggle of photographers they were vying for your attention. But who could honestly blame them for wanting a picture of Harley Quinn? Especially in all of your sexually tantalizing sequined glory, you were a feast for the eyes; pulling out all the stops as you donned your high pitched Brooklyn accent and swung your Goodnight bat around.

About half an hour into your stalking Bucky venture, a cute little girl in a Thor costume asked for your picture and you happily obliged her, comically trading your bat with her mini Mjolnir and making funny faces at the camera. When her dad was finished snapping shots of you both, you patted her on the head and pointed her in the direction of one Bucky Barnes. She had squealed before hugging your legs and running off in his direction, leaving her parents to scramble off after her.

You chuckled as the brave little babe grabbed Bucky’s hand without hesitation. It was cute watching him melt in her presence, getting on one knee to take pictures with the little Thor lookalike.

Once he was done, he seemed to point the girl in the direction of someone else, presumably another Avenger as the little girl seemed to become all the more excited, bouncing away into the crowds with her mom and dad in tow.

As soon as they were far enough away, you observed as Bucky tapped his finger to his ear and began talking to no one in particular. You had seen him do the same upon entering the complex, probably signaling the rest of his team. Now that you thought about it, you had definitely seen a couple walking around that were dressed as Black Widow and Hawkeye, maybe it was actually them.

But, you would have to think about that later, Bucky was leaving you behind as his long legged strut took him in the direction of the contest stage. Luckily, that was your next stop as well. There was no way you were going to miss out on strutting yourself across that stage. Especially if it gave you the chance to catch the eyes of a certain, smoking hot super soldier.

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Bucky stood just outside the room that was scheduled to host the cosplay contest when he felt eyes on him. Admittedly, eyes had been on him all day, but this feeling was different.

Heat and chills travelled the length of his spine, it was as if danger and sexual tension were at war with one another as they danced along his senses. Trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, he looked around for the source of the feeling. It took a few glances until his eyes connected with yours and he felt a palpable cold travel through his limbs. Your eyes were like shards of blue ice, piercing his heart until your face was enveloped by a smile that warmed his blood to boiling.

He looked away as if he hadn’t noticed how your eyes had connected, but he knew it was too late to take it back. He continued to glance around the venue, his gaze traveling over you a few more times as you smiled and laughed with the other people in line for the contest. You must have been a regular at these things, seeing as you were on the receiving end of many a warm hug and a multitude of selfies. A few men were even bold enough to kiss your cheek and it made a sharp pang of jealousy run through him.

He tried to quell it, thinking himself a fool for even feeling like that about someone he had never met, but when you turned to him with a smirk on your pretty lips and a cocky wink, it was as if you were doing it all on purpose.

Bucky truly considered entering the contest himself, just to get closer to you, but the mission came first and he quelled the urge to walk over and kiss that smirk right off your face. But only barely.

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You laughed and giggled with the people around you in line. This wasn’t your first con, and many recognized you from your past cosplay ventures.

After the death of your - albeit controlling - boyfriend, you had moved to North Carolina to get away from the memories. You were free and you felt it was time to embrace it and create a new life for yourself because honestly, you weren’t leaving much of a life behind anyway. Without family or friends in the big city, what was the point in staying?

So, you had sold just about everything pertaining to your old life and travelled south. You purchased a moderately nice house just outside the city and began living it up. You had a nine-to-five working for the police, catching criminals left and right during the day, and kicking absolute ass in the boxing ring on the weekends. It had been fun, but something was missing.

Until, one day, a friend of yours mentioned going to a local comicon event and asked if you wanted to join her. “Come on, Y/N. It will be fun. Its basically a giant halloween party in the middle of summer. They have different shows and contests. Sometimes they even show movies, and at the end of the night they serve alcohol and we all sing karaoke. You don’t have even have to dre-.”

You placed your hand over her mouth to stop her slew of word vomit. “Did you say karaoke?”

Unable to speak, she just nodded her head enthusiastically, eyes shining with hope.

“Then I’m definitely in, babe!”

That had been three years ago, and you hadn’t missed a single event since then, eventually becoming an easily recognized “regular” at the karaoke contests.

This year was no different, except for the new eye-candy across the room who kept glancing your way.

A good friend of yours was walking past with his boyfriend and you waved them over. They looked so handsome in their Yuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov cosplays that you had to get them to pose for a picture with you.

They smiled, hugging you tightly. “You look smoking hot, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Chrissy baby. Will you and Tom take a picture with me? With each of you kissing me on the cheek?” You batted your eyes at them, hoping they would agree. If your plan worked, it would be pretty easy to work old James Barnes into a frenzy.

Tom grinned mischievously. “What angle are you working here, darlin? Somebody catch your eye?”

He wagged his eyebrows, causing you to giggle. “Maybe. I’ll be sure to give you all the gory details later, if you help a thirsty bitch out.”

They looked at each other and smiled. “Deal.”

Chris and Tom stood to either side of you as you handed your phone over to the girl in front of you. Leaning in, they each gave you a smacking kiss on your cheeks, sandwiching you between them as you flirted with the camera like the vixen you were.

Thanking them each with a hug, you waited for them to walk off before turning back in Bucky’s direction. You had felt the heat from his gaze from the moment you took that picture, and when you turned to him with a smirk and a wink, you half expected him to walk over and lay a kiss on you right there, but he seemed to reconsider that plan and went back to watching the crowd.

The mission must have been extremely important for him not to deviate even a little bit, apparently you would have to work much harder.

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Entering the contest venue, Bucky lost sight of you as you went backstage with the rest of the contestants. It was probably for the best as he couldn’t afford many more distractions.

He peered around the venue, taking note of Natasha and Clint sitting on the far side of the room from him, seeming to be thoroughly engrossed in each other’s company. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought they were a real couple.

Steve entered the room a few minutes later and stood at the back, followed by Peter who sat on the floor, directly in front of the stage.

They all watched the goings on around them with varying degrees of interest, clapping at the right times when contestants were announced, Peter even cheered during the children’s contest, when a cute little boy walked across the stage dressed in his own Spider-Man costume. It made Bucky chuckle when Steve’s, no-nonsense, Captain voice told Peter to stop goofing around and sit down. Looking at Steve, Bucky could tell he was just as amused with Pete’s antics as a small grin tried to escape.

When the child’s contest was over, a man towards the front tried to exit the room. Steve had been tasked with watching him throughout the day and he followed him out.

“Peter, you’re with me. Nat, Clint, keep your eyes on your targets. Buck, back them up if they need extra firepower.”

Bucky tapped his earpiece in affirmation and watched as Peter snuck out the doors with Steve not far behind him.

The next round of contestants were announced and they all continued to watch the show and their targets. The time for Hydra’s decoy heist was quickly approaching and they could not afford to mess up, or lose focus.

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You waited backstage, peaking through the curtains a few times. You didn’t want to appear overly eager, but Bucky was just so damn yummy. You couldn’t afford to lose sight of him and miss your chance to bring him back to the hotel with you.

The children’s contest was adorable, as always and you all cheered for the little cosplayers that took the stage in their cutest costumes. One little boy dressed as Spider-Man got an extremely loud cheer from a young man in the front row, also dressed as the friendly neighborhood hero. It made you smile as you peeked through the curtains to see the boy plop back into his seat quickly. Apparently, the Captain didn’t want too much attention on the young hero, just in case whoever they were hunting realized his suit wasn’t fake.

Not long after, you watched them both walk out with a few sets of couples, following an odd man. Looking around the rest of the venue, you noticed Natasha and Clint also watching a few people among the crowd. They looked out of place, even though they looked like completely normal civilians to the untrained eye. Interesting, but you had bigger, more muscular, fish to fry tonight.

The other contestants went on stage in quick succession, showing off their impressive cosplay’s and hoping to win the prize up for grabs. But, for you, the real prize stood at the back of the room.

Soon enough, it was your turn and you prepared for your set. This wasn’t your first time wearing the outfit, but butterflies sat in the pit of your stomach tonight, it made you giddy and even more excited to strut your stuff on stage.

“Please, welcome to the stage, a villain we all love to hate, Harley Quinn!!!”

The announcer’s voice stirred up the crowd as you strutted onto stage, twirling your bat en-route to your first mark. You stood, legs slightly spread as you slammed the end of your bat into the stage between your feet, the word “Goodnight” clearly on display for your audience.

You smirked as your eyes landed on Bucky in the back of the room, he was partially shrouded by the shadows there, but you could still see his large arms flexing with the urge to move.

Turning your head, you swung your bat onto your shoulder and began approaching the announcer with all of the heat you could muster. He was a squirrely little man, but he would do nicely as a bit of fuel for your fire. Hitting your second mark, you turned your ass to the crowd and bent over backwards with a huge manic smile on your face. Shaking your pink and blue pigtails you lifted yourself into an upright position and winked at the announcer, he was clearly sweating at this point.

Holding out your hand for the mic, he looked as if he would refuse, so you put on that sickeningly sweet Brooklyn accent again. “Come on, Puddin’, you know you wanna.”

You watched a little quiver race through his body as he held out the mic to you. Hook, line, and sinker.

Strutting past the announcer to your third mark, you turned back to the crowd and smiled as you brought the mic to your lips, looking Bucky right in the eyes. “I’m not sure if I attract crazy or I make them that way. I’m known to be quite vexing, just so you know. I’m a bad guy, it’s what I do. Meet me in the karaoke room and maybe I’ll show you.”

The crowd cheered as you tossed the mic back to the announcer. You strutted to your last mark on the far side of the stage and lifted your bat like a shot gun, pretending to cock and shoot it right at Bucky’s heart. Smiling like the devil you were, you strutted off-stage as Bucky placed his hand over his heart.

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It was as if he physically took a bullet when she pointed her bat at him from the stage and he just had to figure out what she was all about. It had become an ache in his body once she walked off that stage and out the doors to the rest of the venue.

She had said something about karaoke when she took the mic from the stage announcer, Bucky just hoped he would still be here when it was time for the event.

The last of their targets exited together once the contest winners were announced. You hadn’t won any of the big prizes, but Bucky wasn’t even sure you were trying for any normal prize from the venue. You had had eyes for only him the entire day and that sent a thrill through his being, for once, he had no idea what would happen next. But there was no doubt in his mind that it wouldn’t be spectacular.

A few moments later, the call came in from Tony. They had foiled the plan at the hotel just after Hydra had given their team at the venue the go-ahead for their part.

The agents inside GalaxyCon seemed none the wiser that the rest of their plan had already been foiled and they soon moved into a back section of the venue where the foot traffic was light.

Bucky met up with the rest of his team outside, just as the final Hydra member they had been following walked into the back area of the convention center. They followed the Hydra members into a hidden stairwell that went below the facility and easily took them down.

The Hydra members didn’t put up much of a fight once they realized that Bucky and his team were the real deal. The team successfully confiscated a few hundred weapons and arrested a dozen Hydra members without a hitch, much to Bucky’s relief.

Steve called Tony on his cellphone reporting the mission a success before hanging up and turning back to the rest of the team. “I don’t know about you guys, but I am beat. I think I will head back up to the hotel and take a break from all of the crowds.”

Clint covered his mouth as he tried - and failed - to stifle a yawn. “I’m with you, Cap. I am in serious need of some coffee.”

Nat grabbed Peter and Bucky by the arm and began to lead them from the room. “See you two later then, I’m taking these two back up to have some real fun.”

Walking back into the crowded convention center, Nat released Bucky’s arm and began pulling Peter in the opposite direction. She stopped when Bucky tried to follow them. “I don’t think so, Buck. Don’t you have a karaoke show to get to?”

Bucky’s face turned crimson. Of course Natasha had noticed what was going on. “Way to embarrass a guy, Natalia. What if I wanted to hang out with you guys?”

“Don’t kid yourself, Bucky. You were practically salivating during her set during the contest, plus Pete and I are going to play video games the rest of the night and I doubt you wanna sit and watch us have fun.”

Peter, who had been watching between the two of them like they were in the middle of a tennis match, immediately zeroed in Nat when video games were mentioned and began chatting a-mile-a-minute. “Oh, man. Thanks, Nat. Do you think they will let me tinker with one of the new systems? We should call Mr. Stark so I can crush him at GTA…”

Peter’s voice quickly trailed off as he dragged Natasha down the walkway towards the room where the video game tournaments and game tests were starting.

With a sigh, Bucky turned to walk in the opposite direction, hell bent on finding something to do before the karaoke event started. His eyes landed on a newly familiar figure in the deepening shadows of the venue windows as the sky darkened outside. Her colored pigtails bounced when she jumped from her perch on the window sill and she sauntered her way over to him, twirling that damn bat along the way.

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You waited in the wings, taking to the shadows to watch the goings on around you. It was getting closer and closer to that time of night. Only an hour or so to go before you took the stage for karaoke and you couldn’t wait to see if he would show up.

Sat upon a high window sill near one of the stairwells, you watched and waited for him to come your way. His group had left not long after the contest, presumably to stop whatever plan their targets had enacted, but that was none of your business. Hydra was small fry compared to the things you had seen over the years.

A glint of lights on metal caught your eye as Bucky and his, smaller, entourage entered through the front doors. They stopped for a moment as Natasha and Bucky seemed to be conversing about their plans for the night, cute little Peter just bouncing his attention back and forth between them like a little kid. When Bucky finally split from the Widow and the Spider, you knew it was time to make a move. You had to get closer to the man, get just a taste of what you hoped to have tonight.

He stalked through the crowd, not noticing you on the sill at first, but when his eyes did land on you, you couldn’t help the devious grin that enveloped your face. Hopping from your perch, you walked his way, twirling your bat as you did.

He stopped in his tracks, hands clenching over and over, not sure what to do with himself. You stopped a few steps away, placing the end of your bat on his chest to keep him at bay, and smiled.

“Hey there, handsome. What’s a hero like you doing in a place like this?”

He cocked his head slightly, blinking as a bit of confusion entered his eyes. “You really from Brooklyn, doll? Cause that’s one hell of a fake accent if you aren’t.”

“Oh, so you noticed.” Giggling, you lowered your bat from his chest, resting the tip lightly on the floor next to you. “I grew up in Brooklyn, but left a few years ago thanks to, extenuating circumstances. That’s not what I wanna talk about though.”

Taking a step into his space, you placed your finger on his chest and began tracing little shapes over his kevlar. “I wanna talk about you, Mr. James.”

“Seems you know me plenty well, doll.” He smirked, grabbing your hand in his metallic grip. “Otherwise, you would have asked for my name.”

“Touché, smart boy.” You blushed, watching his thumb run across your knuckles. “So, now that you’ve captured me, what are you planning to do to me?”

“I’d like to start with your name and maybe we can go from there, darlin’.” Slowly releasing your hand, he waited.

You watched as hope and doubt warred in his eyes and you just couldn’t help yourself. Taking pity on him, you sighed. “Okay okay, just stop with the puppy dog eyes, its doing things to me.” You giggled when his ears turned red with his blush. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N… That’s a beautiful name, doll.” Hearing him say your name as if he was physically tasting it on his tongue, it was erotic in an entirely new way. His words distracted you so much that you almost missed the moment he offered his hand to you. Unfortunately, he noticed your blunder, smiling gleefully at how well he was able to fluster you.

“Now that the introductions are out of the way. What do you say to a little photo session with me and my photographer friends over there.” Pointing towards the group of photographers milling about the photo area, you grinned up at Bucky donning your most innocent smile when you saw the suspicion cross his features.

“I thought you were due for karaoke?”

“I am, but I still have thirty minutes to kill before then. Come on, it will be fun.” Grabbing his hand you began leading his reluctant form towards the photographers. “How about we make a deal? For every picture we take, I will answer one of your questions.”

You finally reached the photographers, currently distracted by another group of cosplayers. As you waited, Bucky leaned into you and whispered in your ear. “As long as I get to spend more time with you, you can consider it a deal, doll face.”

His velvety voice whispering in your ear caused heat to travel to your core, followed by the rough edge of leather covered steel that traveled the length of your spine. You felt your nipples pebble beneath your bra as wetness pooled in your panties. This man was going to be the death of both of you if he wasn’t careful.

Looking over your shoulder at his looming form, you felt a thrill race through your body. “Was that a knife, Mr. James? Or are you just happy to see me?”

His electric blue gaze caused your blood to heat even more, there was a hunger there that you hadn’t seen in years and you couldn’t wait to experience it. “You have no idea, Y/N.”

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Bucky watched as you took a few solo pictures for the photographers, they were provocative and downright dirty. It was a sinful show, but the look on your face proclaimed that it was all for him.

You called him over for his own solo pictures, much to his chagrin. But he wasn’t one to disappoint a lady, especially a dame as beautiful as you. He posed with weapons drawn, masked and unmasked, he even took off his glove for a few, completely exposing his vibranium arm to the flashes from the photographer’s cameras.

When the solo photos got old, he reached out to grab your hand and pulled you into his chest, taking you completely by surprise.

Your hand landed on his chest and your breath caught in your throat as his, unmasked, handsome face looked down on yours. He was truly breathtaking. His lips, so perfectly pink and plump, just begging to be kissed, but you held back. There would be plenty of time for that later.

“I’ve got questions, doll.” Bucky spun you around to face the cameras again as you both posed for your next photo. He was surprisingly good at this for someone who was so good at avoiding cameras.

“Ask away, dear Bucky.” You smiled, grabbing his mask and covering the bottom half of your face with a wink towards camera, Bucky deftly flipping his knife over his palms.

“What do you do, besides cosplay I mean?”

“Police Detective. I have a badge and everything.” Hanging his mask back on his belt, you reached into his holster and pulled out a pistol, almost dropping it when you realized it was loaded. “Naughty naughty, boy. You aren’t supposed to have this in here.” You placed your hand on your hip, holding the pistol between your thumb and forefinger and making a face as if you were scolding Bucky. Taking up the act, he held his hands up in mock surrender, looking thoroughly chastised. Cute.

“I’m technically on the job, baby doll. What made you become a detective?”

With that question, you sobered. The excitement of the photography session quelled with the dark past that that question dredged up.

Handing his gun back, you got the photographer’s information so you could print these pictures later and walked over to a more private area, Bucky on your heels.

“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to overstep.”

Sitting at an empty table near the windows, you waved off his concerns. “Don’t worry about it, dearie.” Taking a deep breath you told Bucky as much of your past as you were willing to share at the moment.

“We’ve all seen things, Bucky. I know your story, you were brainwashed and controlled like a puppet for years. I won’t say my situation was exactly the same as yours, no-one used a machine to wipe my memories or anything that extreme, but I have been taken advantage of in many ways over the years.”

Looking off into the distance, you became lost in the memories of that dark time. Then you felt a hand grip yours and you were back in the convention center, staring into sad blue eyes.

“I know what you mean, Y/N. You became a detective to keep other people from going through the things you went through. I know because I did the same thing by joining the Avengers team. You are a strong woman for facing your fears like that. It took me years before I was even willing to don this arm again.” Raising his gloved vibranium hand, he turned it so it would catch the light. The metal was so shiny and bright, a symbol of his own bravery that he got to wear every day. Not much different than the badge you carried on the job.

You smiled. “Thanks, James. I needed that.”

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The karaoke contest was a lesson in controlled chaos. Many of the participants had clearly had too much to drink, evident by their extreme dancing and out of tune singing.

You stood in line at the sign up table, watching Bucky blend into the shadows at the back of the room while you waited. The DJ and MC stood to the side of the stage, welcoming everyone who signed up and chatting with some of the regulars.

When you reached the table to sign up, the DJ pulled you into a quick hug. “Hey, Y/N. How have you been, girl?”

“I’ve been great, honestly. How has the business been going since you performed at Alexis’s wedding?”

“It’s been amazing. You weren’t kidding when you said she would bring me more exposure. Woman has some crazy hookups in the clubbing industry.”

“That’s great, bro.” Leaning into him, you whispered in his ear. “Hey, do you think you could do a girl a favor?”

Clapping you on the shoulder, his bright smile was so genuine it made you smile in return. “Of course, girl. You helped me out, and it would be pretty shitty of me not to pay you back. What do you need?”

Pointing over your shoulder to Bucky at the back of the room, you whispered your plan in the man’s ear. His smile was devious as he gave you a thumbs up and called the MC over who also agreed.

The MC took the stage to announce the next few singers discreetly adding you to the list. You were a regular on the stage, so nobody complained about you jumping ahead. Most of the people even cheered when they heard your name, making you blush and wave at them.

It didn’t take long before you were grabbing the mic and hopping up on stage with a smile. Looking to Bucky, you curled your finger, beckoning him forward from the shadows.

He sauntered to the center of the room, shaking his head and a smirk upon his lips as he watched. You winked at him and the room went dark, but for the few beams of neon light projected onto the screen at your back.

The bass began to thump throughout the room causing everyone to cheer as Bad Guy began to play over the speakers. Everyone began clapping along with the beat and cheering before going dead silent as you began to sing.

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Bucky watched the lights go dark as you turned your back to the crowd. They all cheered and clapped to the beat of the bass that filled the room. Neon lights swirled in reds and blues over the projector screen onstage.

Then the room when completely still and silent with the first sound of breath through the mic. It was as if everyone just fell into a trance, silently watching as you began singing.

White shirt now red, my bloody nose

Sleeping, you're on your tippy toes

Creeping around like no one knows

Think you're so criminal

Bruises, on both my knees for you

Don't say thank you or please

I do what I want when I'm wanting to

My soul? So cynical

Your voice was like velvet caressing the skin of Bucky’s body. The bass matching with the pace of his heart as you looked over your shoulder and sang the words directly to his soul. There was an underlying mystery within the tone of your voice that made him want to come closer with every word from your painted lips.

So you're a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can't get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy, duh

I'm the bad guy

The words of the chorus seemed to leak through the plates of his vibranium arm and stirred the soldier inside his heart. The danger spoke to that dark part of him as you began to undress him with your eyes. He was in a full trance as you strutted around the stage like a model on a runway, stopping every so often to rock your hips in a sensual little dance that had his pants tightening uncomfortably.

I like it when you take control

Even if you know that you don't

Own me, I'll let you play the role

I'll be your animal

My mommy likes to sing along with me

But she won't sing this song

If she reads all the lyrics

She'll pity the men I know

The soldier growled, rattling his cage until you turned your mischievous eyes to him again. Bucky’s control was slipping and the soldier was steadily pulling at his leash. He wanted out, he wanted you. It shook Bucky to his core. You came closer to the edge of the stage and beckoned him forward as you sang and danced only inches from him onstage.

So you're a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can't get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy, duh

I'm only good at being bad, bad

You crouched at the edge of the stage, knees spread as you became eye level with the Winter Soldier. Singing the last line before the final chorus, Bucky snapped back into his own body with a lurch. He hadn’t lost control like that in years, but there was no time to dwell on that as the beat of the song changed and became strange in his ears.

I like when you get mad

I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone

You said she's scared of me?

I mean, I don't see what she sees

But maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne

I'm a bad guy

Bad guy, bad guy

I'm a bad-

The room went even darker as the neon lights flickered like red and blue flames over the stage. Fog enveloped your body as white light began to strobe around you. Bucky blinked, trying to reorient himself and you were gone from his view. It was like you disappeared.

Then he felt it. Small hands travelled the length of his legs, caressing him from his ankles to his hips as you sang the final verse. Your voice became quieter, more sensual as you slithered around his body, touching him all over and heating his blood until you whispered the last line in his ear.

He blinked and you were onstage again, bowing like a circus performer to the cheers from the crowd. You turned to him with a wink and hopped from the stage again to walk out the doors. He trailed behind you in confusion. Did any of that even happen? Did he imagine it?

He felt like he was going crazy as he exited through the double doors at the end of the room and searched the emptying convention center for you. He finally saw you, sitting at the table you had vacated earlier and something snapped inside him with your cocky smirk.

Bucky stalked towards you like a wolf on the hunt. When he reached your table, he wasted no time in pulling you into his body and taking your sinful lips in a breathtaking kiss.

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Your eyes flutter closed as Bucky’s lips mold over yours. You sigh and his tongue slips into your mouth as he tastes every corner of your mouth. You feel his metal hand caressing the back of your neck and you relax into him, melting like wax as his flesh hand caresses your hip.

Finally, he lets you pull away for air and your gazes meet. Neither of you can take the waiting and you grab his hand, pulling him towards the hotel across the street where you had rented a room for the weekend long convention.

When you reach the room, Bucky throws you over his shoulder and unlocks the door himself. You giggle with excitement and slap his ass cheek teasing him into growling and returning one of his own.

He struts into the room and kicks the door shut behind him before tossing you on the bed. You laugh loudly as you toss the bat - you somehow held onto - from the bed.

You watched as Bucky methodically divested himself of his weapons, laying them on the desk across the room. It was a type of foreplay all its own, watching him undress. It was an aphrodisiac all its own as he laid every dangerous weapon on his person out on the table, caressing certain blades with long thick fingers as if he was caressing a lover. It made you gasp when he fingered one particularly dark blade in the center of the table.

He looks ad you over his shoulder as he gripped the blade fully in his palm and began flipping it around in a dangerously sexy dance. “This was a gift from a friend of mine. Loki, God of Mischief, but I’m sure you’ve already heard of him.” Turning to you fully, Bucky continued to flip the knife in his hand as his other hand slowly unbuckled his kevlar vest, exposing the chiseled abs and pecks hidden underneath all of that tight black fabric.

“There’s one thing most people forget about him though, the man loves to party. Almost as much as Tony does. He is the God of Revelry as well, of course. On the day the Avengers welcomed me to the team, they all through a big party and he was there with this beauty.” Bucky caressed the edge of the blade with a metallic finger as he slowly approached the foot of the bed.

“He knew how much I love weapons and offered this one to me as a sort of peace offering. He said it was a token of congratulations for ‘finally freeing myself’.” He said that with air quotes making you giggle a bit.

“Loki sounds like a good friend to have. His brand of mischief was always something I admired.” Bucky’s blue eyes bored into yours and a flicker of jealousy lingered there with your words.

“I haven’t had the opportunity to use this yet, most of my fights nowadays are of the gun variety.” He shrugged, turning back to the desk as if he would put the blade back. You whimpered, a bit of disappointment making itself known without your consent.

The whimper from your lips made Bucky’s dick throb. He turned back to the bed, knife still cradled in his palm. “What’s wrong, doll? Don’t want me to put this away?”

You shook your head in denial. There was no way you were letting him put that blade away without using it tonight.

Holding your hands out to him, you curled your fingers in a come hither motion. “I think I’m overdressed, Bucky.”

He growled with excitement, causing shivers to shoot through your spine and heat to pool in your belly. You moved to lay your head on the pillows of the bed and watched as Bucky crawled up your body. His eyes were like glaciers, cold and hungry as he bent to trail the tip of his nose up the inside of your thigh to the apex of your hips.

You gasped as tingles of pleasure traveled out from where his body touched yours. Bypassing your aching center, much to your dismay, he gripped the bottom of your shirt with his teeth and pulled it upwards to expose your belly to his lips.

He pressed tender kisses around your belly button, dipping inside with his tongue before traveling back to the top edge of your tiny red and blue shorts and licking just under the waistband.

You arched your back and moaned his name to the ceiling when he moved away from your center again. He chuckled darkly. “Patience, Y/N.”

“Don’t tease, Buck-” You gasped as his mouth latched over your clothed nipple, bathing it in warm wet breath. “Oh, God!”

He continued to tease your body until you were flushed and gasping from the smallest sensation. His beard grazing your collarbone made you shiver, his teeth on your neck making you buck and moan as his hands slowly undressed you.

You were left panting on the bed in your lacy underthings as his hard body loomed over you. He held the knife in his hand again, caressing the skin of your hip with the flat of the blade. “I need you to be really still for this next part, doll.”

You could only nod, taking a steadying breath as dark and thrilling chills coursed through your veins. Bucky smiled down at you as you felt the blade slip under the waistband of your panties shredding through them like butter.

Your lips parted on a gasp as you felt the fabric slip away from your sides, and you silently thanked whatever God was listening that you remembered to get properly groomed before coming to the convention. Bucky repeated his actions, oblivious to your inner musings, as he sliced through the fabric at your other hip and the small strip of fabric that held the cups of your bra together across your sternum, exposing you to his gaze completely.

Bucky tossed the knife onto the side table as you removed the useless scraps of fabric from beneath your body. Turning back to you, he let out another deep growl. Your skin glistened in the moonlight from the window and your eyes were lit with mischief as they roved over his body in turn, before catching with his gaze.

Biting your lip, you reached out to tug the belt still holding his tactical pants in place. “I think you are the one that’s over dressed now, Mr. James.”

He grinned as he kissed you, giving you free reign to divest him of his pants as long as he got to taste your pretty mouth.

When he was fully undressed, you laid back on the bed again and pulled him down on top of you. His heavy cock grazed your hipbone, sending a rush of warmth to your already boiling core.

You bit the shell of his ear and dug your blunt nails into his shoulders and back as he teased you with his hard member. His mouth was like fire on your sensitive skin and his metal hand sent shivers down your spine with their cold and metallic texture. You whispered in his ear, unable to wait any longer. “Take me, Bucky.”

He took your lips in a long slow kiss as he lined himself up at your entrance. You moaned his name as he pushed himself inside, giving you a moment to adjust to his large size when you squeaked out a sound of discomfort.

You rocked your hips up into his, begging him to move and he obliged. Sitting above you, he began to piston his hips as a steadily increasing speed, hitting all the right spots inside you.

Bucky groaned when your walls began to contract around him. “Fuck, doll. You feel so damn good.”

You moaned with the pleasure coursing through you, rocking your hips in time with his, furthering your impending orgasm until he suddenly pulled out.

You groaned with disappointment, feeling suddenly empty until you felt him lower himself over you again. Your eyes flew open when his mouth connected with your core, sending you reeling over the precipice.

Gripping his hair you bucked your hips with the sensation, causing him to grip your ass and press his face all the harder over your clit.

His teeth grazed over your sensitive nub as his tongue delved into your body over and over until another orgasm screamed through you, stronger than the last. He pulled away, smiling down at you as you panted on the bed.

Then he was on you again, pressing his cock through your pulsing walls and fucking you into oblivion. It was as if you had gone through Heaven’s gates, reached Nirvana, and entered Valhalla all in the same moment. The pleasure was immense as he gave you orgasm after orgasm on that hotel bed, never ceasing in his relentless thrusting until he finally reached his own peak.

His hips began to jerk in an uneven rhythm as he came inside you, causing aftershocks in your core as he collapsed by your side.

He kissed your temple before heading into the bathroom to clean up, exiting a moment later with a warm washrag and wiping you clean as well. You hissed at the sensation, pleasantly sore, and he kissed your navel before throwing the rag onto the floor to clean up later.

Pulling the blankets away, Bucky laid in bed with you tossing his arm over you as you curled into his warmth and yawned with your exhaustion.

Turning into him, you tucked your head beneath his chin, nuzzling his neck with your nose. “Thank you for this, Bucky. I had so much fun.”

Your voice was tired and quiet in his ear making him smile, a bit impressed with himself to say the least. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he listened as your breathing evened out into that of one asleep as he whispered to you in the dark.

“Me too, doll. Me too.”

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The next morning, Bucky awoke to a cold bed.

He jerked himself awake, looking around the room for you, but your were nowhere to be found. All of your things were gone and he cursed himself a fool for letting you get away so easily.

A glint of something shiny caught his eye from the bedside table. It was his dagger, the one he had used for the first time last night, and underneath it was a note.

Sorry I didn’t stay to say my farewells, but I warned you. I’m the bad guy.

Bucky clenched his fist, the vibranium plates whirring with the motion. He turned the note over to see a picture of you in front of some back tower, blood stained your shirt as you smiled at the camera, pointing that damn bat at the photographer like you were holding a gun. Next to you stood an African American man that Bucky immediately recognized as Deadshot; an expert marksman and assassin, much like Bucky had been back in the day. The others in the picture were also familiar to him as members of the Suicide Squad that the team had heard rumors of back in the day.

Sitting hard on the edge of the bed, Bucky ran his free hand through his long chestnut locks, tangling in the mess of bedhead he had yet to fix. He couldn’t believe it. Either this was some well fabricated photo done with that photoshop program that Peter and Shuri talked about from time to time, or you were actually, really and truly, Harley Quinn.

Gripping the photo in his hand, he knew what he had to do.

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Six months later, Bucky had all but forgotten about his midnight transgressions after the convention.

He had burned that picture, just moments after learning the truth, not willing to put you in danger after you had made such a wonderful and peaceful life for yourself. F.R.I.D.A.Y. has searched for you, as per his request and found some really interesting information.

Turns out, you had been the reason for your boyfriend’s death, if any sane person could even call the Joker your boyfriend. He had been manipulating you for years, until the Suicide Squad had saved you, given you a purpose.

Joker had tried to take that away from you, attacking your teammates and expecting you to just watch from the sidelines. But you had retaliated, beating him with that bat and shooting him with his own gun.

You had gone into hiding not long after that, changed your name and moved away by the CIA in order to keep you safe from what was left of the Joker’s henchmen.

Now, you were a normal citizen, or as normal as someone who had been through all that could be. You held a normal job with the local police, helping others and arresting criminals, and Bucky was honestly proud to have met you. You both had shared an amazing night together and he wasn’t willing to ruin that memory in any way. So, he let you go, wishing you well along the way.

Today was set to be a unique one to say the least. Tony had called a meeting for the Avengers. Apparently, he and Steve had recruited a new member for the team and were bringing her in to meet everyone today.

Bucky walked down the glass and steel corridors of Avenger’s tower, headed for the conference room when a familiar laugh echoed through the halls. He stopped in his tracks, searching for the source of the sound, but he found nothing.

“Get yourself together, Buck. There’s no way she would be here.”

Walking the last few feet, Bucky shoved the doors open and sauntered into the room, taking a seat between Sam and Wanda.

Sam leaned his way to whisper in Bucky’s ear. “Heard the new recruit is a woman. What do you think she’ll be like? Bet she’s drop dead gorgeous.”

Bucky shook his head at Sam’s teasing tone, ribbing him lightly with his elbow causing Wanda to giggle.

The door to the conference room opened up wide, allowing Tony and Steve to step through together. Bucky watched as a flash of black and red hair stopped just outside the door to the room, waiting to be called in.

Tony cleared his throat as Steve took a seat, effectively pulling the attention of the room to him. “Avengers, we have a new member starting today. She will be on a probationary period for the next few months so we can supervise her before sending her on missions with the rest of the team.”

Just then, Tony turned his attention onto Bucky and nerves began to roll in his stomach. “Bucky, I have put you in charge of the new recruit, with Wanda and Loki acting as your backup in case you need it. As I feel you are most equipped to deal with this member’s skills and past experiences.”

The way Tony’s face turned sour with the word ‘experiences’, Bucky knew something was up and turned to Steve for clarification. “What the hell is going on, Steve? What has this person done for you to put me on babysitting detail? Who is she?”

A sigh left Steve’s lips as he went to open the door. “People in the southern states call her Dark Angel, she’s been working as a vigilante hero for a few years now. But her ways were a bit over the top and unconventional, which landed her in our hands.”

Opening the door fully, Steve motioned for the woman to enter.

The first thing Bucky noticed was her long black hair, it was longer than he remembered and much darker, as the last time he had seen her, it was blonde with blue and pink ends. Then his eyes were caught in the blue depths of hers and he shuddered out a breath with her name.

“Y/N, is that really you?”

She smirked deviously. “Nice of you to remember me, Bucky. Though I expected you to call me by my old name.”

The team looked back and forth between the two of them, waiting for Bucky to divulge the secret he had been keeping for months now. His fist clenched, the sound of plates whirring through the silent room as he felt the soldier slowly bleed into his eyes again.

“It’s nice to see you again, Harley Quinn.”

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myriadimagines · 6 years

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Marvel (The Avengers) One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Other Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Thanos, Mantis, Peter Quill, Drax the Destroyer, Nebula

Warnings: Infinity War spoilers, violence, death

Request: “Peter Parker x Male!Stark!Reader one-shot where the Male!Reader joins his Dad, Strange, & crush on the spaceship to Titan after getting caught up in the scenario on Earth with the Time Stone. When they reach Titan and battle Thanos with the Guardians, the Male!Reader confesses his love for Peter Parker as he takes the stab meant for his Dad from Thanos. The Snap happens but the Male!Reader disintegrates instead of Peter right in front of his new boyfriend & dad” – anonymous

Word Count: 1,805

A/N: This is like the first time in a while that I’ve written anything and I’ve had no inspiration for the latest one shots yikes I’m sorry anyway I didn’t know in how much detail you wanted me to go on the other parts so I kinda just focused on the end of the request, hope it’s okay.

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

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Peter had noticed the mysterious spaceship before you did, his senses alerting him of its presence. His hand clamped down on your arm, sending shivers through your body, making it initially hard to focus on the urgency of the situation. You looked past him out the window of the schoolbus, your heart pounding out of your chest as you saw the ship. You scrambled to grab the compact device of your suit as Peter activated his wrist band, and the two of you were quick to slip out the bus window as Ned helped distract everyone. You activated the suit your father had built for you, pressing it against your chest as you felt the cool metal spread over your body before you flew towards the ship, Peter close behind you as he swung from the bridge to the buildings.

You and Peter ran into your father just in time to save him from his attacker, and Tony barely had enough time to explain the situation before someone zipped past you, who Tony instructed you and Peter to protect. You and Peter rushed after him, who you’d learn was Stephen Strange, narrowly avoiding the attacks from the alien who was pursuing you. However, you efforts were to no avail as you, Peter and Stephen were beamed up into the mysterious spaceship. Tony had ordered the both of you to return to Earth, and for you to return to Pepper, yet you and Peter were determined to help in this fight, a fight which you’d soon discover was the fight for the entire universe.

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“Do you think it’ll work?”

You question startled Peter out of his thoughts, and he turned to look at you, the two of you perched upon one of the auburn rocks of Titan, waiting for Thanos’ inevitable arrival. His feet were dangling off the edge, and he frowned as he looked down at his hands folded into his lap. The both of you were exhausted, but were fully aware that the most important battle hadn’t even occurred yet. You had saved Stephen from interrogation — but not before you and Peter had been reprimanded by Tony for not listening to his instructions to return to Earth — and landed the ship on Titan, met the Guardians of the Galaxy, and had devised a plan on how to stop Thanos. All the chaos that had occured made the current silence between the two of you feel out of place.

“I hope so.” Peter finally responded, his voice unnaturally hollow. As optimistic as Peter wished he could be, he could feel the uneasiness in the air amongst everyone. 14 million possible outcomes, in which there was only one where all of you succeeded.

You nodded in response, evidently as dismal as Peter was as the two of you stared into the space ahead. There were a thousands words at the tip of your tongue, and you cast a sideways glance at Peter before quickly looking away, making sure Peter didn’t catch you gazing at him. Surely, he was thinking what you were thinking — that this might be your last moment together. If there was any time for last words, as morbid as the thought was, now was the time to say it.

“Peter, I-” you started to say, the words fixing themselves in your throat as you struggled to confess your feelings to Peter. Struggled to confess that you were in love with him, your best friend, the boy who was always by your side. Peter turned to you, eyebrows raised in anticipation, but you found yourself biting your lip, holding back despite the fact that this might be your only chance.

“y/n! Peter!” Tony’s voice pulled your attention away from Peter, and you could feel Peter’s gaze linger on you for a second longer before looking over his shoulder to where Tony was standing. There was something in your father’s grim expression that unsettled you, but you squared your shoulders as he simply stated, “It’s time. Get into position.”

You and Peter turned to each other as Peter sat up. You reached for your helmet, sucking in a sharp breath before you asked, “Are you ready?”

Peter didn’t respond, stretching his mask over his face as he slowly got to his feet, offering you a hand as he pulled you up too. Finally, he quietly replied, “I have to be.”

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You were so close. So close.

The gauntlet was just beginning to slip from Thanos’ fingertips, the battle almost won. Perhaps this wasn’t the end. Perhaps, despite all odds, you would emerge victorious.

You should’ve known it was too good to be true.

You and Peter tumbled back as Thanos snatched the gauntlet away from your grasp, broken free of Mantis’ powers as Peter knocked him out. You gasped for air as you landed hard, the air knocked out of your lungs. Peter scrambled to sit up, giving you a little shake as he grabbed your shoulder, making sure you were okay. The two of you watched in horror as Thanos quickly overpowered everyone, tossing Mantis into the air, and Peter lunged to catch her before she fell. You turned around, watching as Tony attempted to subdue Thanos, when Thanos suddenly turned and used his gauntlet, using his powers to drag the moon straight out of the sky and onto Tony.

“Dad!” you yelled, jumping into the air as your jets activated, trying to fly to your father. Tony flew up, trying to stop the moon from making impact, and you watched as he crashed onto the ground. You watched as the bodies of the Guardians suspended into the air, the disruption of gravity leaving them defenseless. Peter suddenly appeared at your side, the two of you nodding at each other in a silent exchange before you lunged into action, grabbing Drax and Nebula as Peter took care of the others. Once you brought everyone down safely, you collapsed against a rock, trying to catch your breath before Peter suddenly spoke.

“y/n…” he croaked out, and you turned to see where he was pointing. You immediately straightened upon seeing Tony attempting to fight Thanos again, alone, and you powered up every weapons system available on your suit.

“Stay with the Guardians.” you told Peter, who opened his mouth in protest. “I need to help my dad.”

“y/n, wait-” Peter tried to stop you, knowing Thanos was too powerful for both you and Tony. Under his mask, you knew his expression was filled with fear, but you had no time to give into fear. Your father’s life, as well as the lives of everyone in the universe, was at stake, and you needed to act now.

“Peter,” you turned to him, and despite the trepidation that filled your chest, you found the courage you lacked earlier. “I love you.”

Before Peter could respond, you lunged towards Thanos, who had just broken Tony’s blade as Tony attempted to stab him. Turning it around, he moved to plunge it into Tony’s stomach, but you managed to insert yourselves between them. You heard the alarmed screams from Peter and Tony, but all you could focus on was Thanos, his gaze burning into yours as he sharply yanked the blade out of you. The screens in front of you glitched, your suit now damaged, and you weakly raised your arms as you fired at Thanos, pushing him back. You collapsed, and you felt Tony crouch beside you as he fumbled to find a way to patch up your wound, something to stop the alarming amount of blood that had spilled over Tony’s hands.

“How brave of you.” Thanos growled, regaining his balance as he raised his gauntlet at you and Tony, the stones on his knuckles growing brighter by the second. “Like father, like son.”

“y/n!” Peter’s scream ripped through the air, and you screwed your eyes shut as you felt Tony’s arms wrap around you, the both of you bracing for the worst. You never could’ve predicted the turn of events, where Stephen saved both you and your father’s life in exchange for the time zone. You watched helplessly as the time stone floated through the air towards Thanos, landing on his gauntlet before he disappeared, leaving no trace as if he was never there.

Peter sprinted towards you, cupping your face in his hands as Tony pulled off your helmet. You put on a brave smile, trying to appear strong for Peter as he engulfed you in a hug, holding you so tightly you thought you might burst. He buried his face into your shoulder, mumbling, “I thought I was going to lose you, y/n, I thought- I… I love you, too-”

You smiled at Peter, pulling back slightly as you reached out to touch his cheek before pulling him back towards you, the both of you embracing each other and never wanting to let go. You could hear the others approaching, all of you now lost, devoid of purpose from Thanos’ departure. There was no telling where he was now, and what he was capable of with all of the Infinity Stones in his power, and despite the happiness you felt knowing that Peter loved you back, you couldn’t ignore the dread that had settled into the bottom of your stomach.

There was a sudden shift in the air, and everyone looked up as Mantis quietly said, “Something’s happening.”

Tony got to his feet, the panic evident in his face as Mantis suddenly evaporated into dust. You scrambled backwards in shock, everyone staring at where Mantis once stood with similar reactions. Your hand began to shake as you suddenly looked down to see your fingers slowly disappearing, and you whispered, “Peter…”

Peter turned, tears welling in his eyes as he saw your whole hand had now disappeared. Clinging to your other hand, which was quickly fading, Peter stammered, “No, no, y/n, stay with me-”

You looked up at Tony, who stared at you, a mixture of helplessness and shock painted across his expression. Peter’s tears streamed down his face as he begged you to stay with him, and you tried to reach out to Tony as you whispered, “Dad, please help me-”

“No-” Tony croaked out, lunging to try and hold you one last time. His son, his only child, but you had faded into nothingness, reduced to nothing but dust that floated away. Tony stared hard at the ground as Peter burst into tears, his hand balled into a fist as if he was still trying to hold onto you.

In an instant, everything had shifted. Thanos had done it. He had wiped out half the universe. But for Peter and Tony, he hadn’t just destroyed half of it, he had destroyed their entire lives.

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imhereforbvcky · 6 years

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Watch Me Run - Part 7

Masterlist - Series Masterpage - Part 6 - Part 8

Summary: You inherit a family relic that gives you the gift of foresight but there are others who are interested for more nefarious reasons. You turn to the Avengers for help. (Bucky x reader… eventually. I love a slow burn okay?!)

Prompt: The nightmare comes frequently and at the same time every day - one day you manage to sleep peacefully only to be greeted with the morning news by a story of a gruesome murder. The victim is the same person that’d appeared in your dreams

Warnings: Light reference to murdery violence, probably swearing, the usual.

Word Count: 2993

A/N: Omfg this took me forever. I’m not even going to try to make excuses because they’re boring. I hope you enjoy despite the wait!

Loki sat still and poised as a statue upon the steps of an office building around the corner from your apartment. Though still and silent, he looked on the verge of springing forward at any moment. One hand clasped the scepter anchored into the concrete at a forward angle, the other gripping the edge of the stair upon which he barely sat. His feet were flat on the steps, staggered beneath him as if already mid-stride. Apprehension read like a neon sign through his coiled position and focused attention.

As he waited, watching the corner with fist clasped tight around the scepter, his mind swirled with possibility, opportunity, and with doubt. The longer he waited for Stark’s driver to return, the more agitated he became. Old warnings echoing from the past like a cold sharp blade, cutting at the seams of his plans.

“If you fail… there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he cannot find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something sweet as pain.”

Imprisonment on Asguard had been a luxury compared to what followed. The wrath of the Mad Titan, as The Other had predicted, came as a tidal wave. Unrelenting and cruel.

Only Loki’s newly acquired knowledge of a curious sorcerer in Nepal had spared him. For now. This sorcerer held records of a talisman that contained a glowing green stone that gave its wearer visions of the future. According to rumor, in the right hands, the stone could be used to manipulate time itself.

A new deal was struck and Loki found himself with a new and simpler purpose: find the talisman, return it to Thanos and his previous failure would be undone. Forgiven. But Loki was never one to pass up an opportunity, and he saw opportunity at every turn.

A slighted ruler without a kingdom, his ambition devoured any thought of mere survival and reviled the reality of his servitude to a Mad Titan. This new and powerful trinket shone like a beacon before him as his chance to correct the failure of the past.

He slammed a fist on the steps beside him before rising to walk quickly toward your apartment. It had been too long. The driver should have returned by now with the stone, as he’d instructed. Loki knew with a burning frustration that you must’ve slipped away. The stone had eluded him again. Just as it had with the old man on the ranch. This particular trinket was proving more slippery than the others.

He’d been playing it safe so far, knowing that the longer his presence went unnoticed, the better his chances of collecting all the necessary pieces in this high stakes game. When he’d noticed the unmistakable opulence of a Stark vehicle parked outside your apartment, he’d opted for the less personal approach and had quickly taken control of the driver and directed him to collect the stone. When the driver never made it to the drop off, Loki moved to circle back for answers.

By the time he arrived on your block there were at least 5 police vehicles blocking off the street and one ambulance with doors flung wide. The paramedics ambled around the vehicle, unhurried and waiting. The yard was swarming with law enforcement as they slipped in and out of your door.

In the interest of moving unnoticed, Loki had embodied his best visage of the local attire - a crisp black suit, with a dark dress shirt beneath, transforming the scepter into a sleek black and silver cane. As he moved past the scene, looking like any other gawker, he gripped a patrolman by the bicep and pushed him behind the boxy crime scene truck.

Before the officer could speak or protest Loki demanded, “What did you see?” and quickly pressed the base of his palm to the man’s forehead.

In an instant the memory flashed in both the officer’s and Loki’s mind.

The living room was a disaster. Broken frames and chairs lay strewn across the floor, large holes in the wall from elbows or fists or lamps-turned-weapons. The bedroom seemed intact aside from a smear of blood across the wall where someone had stumbled against it.

The bathroom looked like a bad TV drama. The shower curtain had torn half off the rod. There was blood everywhere, a knife and a bloody sweater lay amidst the chaos. Crime scene techs reached with gloved hands to place small yellow numbered placards at particular points around the room.

Most prominent was the man taking up nearly all of the floor space. Sprawled across the blood-stained tile, with vacant eyes and a seeping hole in his forehead lay the driver. There were two sets of footsteps through the sticky congealing blood, both leading out of the room; one set smaller with shorter strides.

“Looks like one male, one female left the scene,” he overheard a tech remark casually to a detective. “Guy took a beating before your kill shot. Defensive wounds all over. His knuckles are pretty cut up, and he ain’t small…”

“So whoever we’re looking for is going to be pretty roughed up, too,” the detective surmised.

The tech nodded in agreement and shrugged. “Unless they’re enhanced.”

Loki let out a frustrated huff through his nose; teeth clenched tight as he pulled his hand away and the officer’s memory faded. Before the patrolman managed to sort out what had just occurred, Loki was gone.

You had escaped with the talisman. His best opportunity to find you with it had been just barely too little. Now he would need more resources and more time. Time for you to make a mistake.

Dorothy Coleman lived comfortably in a modest home outside of D.C. She was a firm woman, observant and quick. The type of person who had spent her whole life working, who had seen enough of the world to know exactly the types of people who inhabited it. Anyone on the right side of her snap judgements found unyielding loyalty and generosity. She looked out for her own but dared not expect the same in return.

The pounding on the door of the hotel room beside hers at 4:30 in the morning accompanied by a man’s frustrated pleas were nothing she hadn’t heard before. She rolled her eyes as she glanced at the clock and groaned at the now constant ache in her spine as she turned in bed, listening.

“Y/N, c’mon open the door!” The voice demanded amidst the heavy knocking. “We’re leaving. Now!”

Snap judgements. Dorothy did not like this one. Anyone giving her orders like that would’ve been chased off her doorstep with a string of curses and a glare whose heat very few had ever learned to withstand.

Dorothy was traveling for work and the walls of this mass-produced chain hotel were thin. From the far end of the room she just barely heard a muffled reply.

“No! What if–what if you’re not yourself? What if you’re…?”

“Drunk?” Dorothy grumbled to herself, finishing the sentence with a roll of her eyes. “Sweetie, it’s 4:30 in the morning; that man can’t be anything but trouble.”

“Because I’d be in there already if I wasn’t,” the man in the hall answered. His voice was so loud seeping through the cracks around the door. So determined. And your voice had been so shaky and small. Dorothy knew that sound. Fear.

Without a second thought she rolled out of bed, pulled a robe tight around her and yanked her door open.

“Is there a problem here?” she snapped, glaring fire at Bucky. With one hand on the door her other anchored on a cocked hip she made a show of scrutinizing him from head to toe with an arched eyebrow and an unimpressed frown.

“Not at all ma’am, sorry to wake you,” Bucky tried to placate her with half a smile, not turning the rest of his body even the slightest bit away from your door.

Dorothy didn’t move. Her glare continued to burn into him. The silence simmered between them and pushed against him almost palpably. It pressed a weight on his chest that urged him away or at least to speak.

“I just forgot my key,” he finally lied. Relenting to the pressure of this nearly ordinary suburban woman. “My girl’s in there, she’ll let me in.”

“I think she’s made it pretty clear she doesn’t want to let you in,” Dorothy insisted. She straightened her posture, one hand still firmly clenched around her own door handle lest this stranger turn on her. “Now, it’s 4:30 in the morning and you’re keeping us both up so I think you need to find other arrangements for the night.”

Bucky froze; staring at her for a long moment deciding what the hell he should do. He suppressed the first thought almost immediately. It was more of a reaction than a thought - procedural memory. It was the soldier’s training that told him she was an obstacle to be removed swiftly. In seconds he tried to reason that he needed only temporarily incapacitate her, needn’t hurt her badly. He didn’t want to hurt her at all. But he wasn’t charming like Tony and he wasn’t quick with a lie like Natasha.

In the seconds it took to cycle through his options you’d made your way to the door. Somehow every decision you made now seemed like it could potentially be your last. You could open the door to the gleaming blue eyes that would mean Loki had gotten to Bucky; that would mean your death. Or you could find the soft blue-grey that you so clearly needed. With shallow breaths you wrapped trembling fingers around the cold metal handle and pulled.

Bucky’s attention snapped back to your doorway and his arm pushed behind you to hold the door open, preventing any retreat away from him. Relief flooded your body momentarily like a warm drink on an empty aching stomach. Chasing the cold first from your shivering thoughts, then down your spine, sifting out to warm and calm every last muscle. The knot in your stomach loosened and you managed to breathe again.

All of the air rushed out of your lungs in a desperate sob as you thoughtlessly wrapped your arms around Bucky’s waist. You pressed your face against the rough fabric of his jacket. The zipper was cold and sharp on your skin, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He was the only safety in your world at the moment and you thought you’d lost it all. The relief that he had found you and he was still himself was immeasurable and it far outweighed any sense of decorum.

Bucky glanced down at you for a moment with wide eyes, arms hovering in the air as he tried to reconcile your reaction. You’d been rightly suspicious and hesitant to open the door. He’d expected the apprehension to give way to anger over having been left on your own on the train. He’d come ready for an argument. Instead you were clinging to him like a frightened cat, fingers digging into the fabric at his back.

He glanced briefly at your neighbor for the night who stood watching the exchange carefully, unconvinced. Bucky’s arm eased gently around your shoulders as he tried to guide you back into the room. He needed you ready to move, and this was not going to work.

But Dorothy Coleman wasn’t giving in so easily.

“Miss, I… I can see you’re upset, but can I talk to you a moment?” she asked you gently. “Just us ladies?” She offered a warm smile and nodded her head back toward her door.

You glanced at Bucky quickly, looking for an answer but his face was stone. This woman was a loose end. If the pair of you left her unsatisfied and paranoid, she could call the police, complicate Bucky’s plan to disappear.

“O–okay,” you stammered and followed her into the relative privacy of her room. Bucky watched with apprehension as he weighed his options.

She sat you down on the end of her bed and took your hands. With concern in her eyes and seriousness in the stiffness of her features, she angled herself toward you.

“Honey, are you alright?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. Dorothy’s observant gaze fell over the dark bruise erupting across your chest from the knee of Tony’s driver. Now, more than half a day later it was approaching the height of its saturation. It looked fresh and dark. She’d no doubt seen the blood drying in dark mats in the back of your hair while your face was buried in Bucky’s chest.

Between the wounds and Bucky’s pounding on your door, you knew exactly what conclusions this woman had drawn.

“I’ll be okay,” you tried your best to sound convincing. You were never a good liar.

“You don’t have to go with him,” she urged you. “There are resources, people who can help you get out. I can take you somewhere.”

“No, no,” you insisted, searching for any lie that would work and coming up empty. You were too stressed, too exhausted, too scared. The truth would have to do. “He’s helping me get out. I just met him and I’m a little leary of strangers.”

Dorothy nodded. She understood what that felt like but wasn’t wholly convinced. “If you’re sure?”

“Yes, Bucky’s helping me get away from…” you stopped short as you happened to glance at the bedside clock.

4:42am. The cold panic returned. It crept a slinking path up your spine, seizing every muscle along the way until your lungs tightened and you took in a sharp, desperate breath. In the dream you’d woken at precisely 5am and found the hotel manager already dead in the elevator, and in seconds Loki had closed in on you.

It was all different now. Unlike your dream, you were already awake, Bucky was here. But the time glared at you like a road flare, blinding and hot, screaming “Danger! Stay Away!”

“He’s–he’s coming…” you muttered as you turned back to Dorothy with a horrified and distant stare. “I have to go, right now. Lock your door. Don’t come out no matter what you think you hear!”

“I think I should call the police.” Her forehead wrinkled as you devolved into fear and she rose to reach for the phone.

“No!” you begged her, wringing your hands. “He can control them all I’m leaving now. You–you just stay in your room. If you see him… stay out of his way. He’s tall, dark hair, looks… you’ll know if you see him.”

“Even if he has the local police in his pocket, he doesn’t have any power over me.” Even if she couldn’t help you, you were grateful for this woman. She was so resolute, so bold. It gave you confidence. “I’m not from around here, that man ca–”

“He will kill you,” you interrupted, enunciating each word with an unwavering look straight in her eyes, “if you get in his way.”

She stopped speaking and only looked at you with renewed worry as you backed to the door. While you stepped through the threshold you turned back to her with imploring softness.

“Please.”

Dorothy Coleman sat for a long moment on the end of the bed, staring at the hotel room door. There had been nothing more to say as you slipped out, returning to the man with the metal fist who’d woken you both at 4:30 in the morning with his insistent pleas and harsh knocking on the flimsy aluminum door.

With restless fingers, she fidgeted over the loose button at the bottom of her sleeping shirt. Her gaze lingered on the yellowing hotel phone on the nightstand while she contemplated whether to call the authorities. Your warning weighed heavy on her mind, so she remained locked in place. The indecision eating at her as she heard the quick sound of footsteps moving swiftly away from her door.

She moved to the window and parted the curtains only enough to peer out into the dark quiet of the early morning. The tall streetlights in the parking lot made eerie yellow halos in the icy morning mist. Dense forest and thick underbrush met the edge of the pavement and immediately swallowed the swirling glow.

Just as she was about to turn away, you burst forth into the light of the entrance at the far end of the hotel. Bucky stood before you and paused a moment. Positioned carefully with you well behind him, his gaze swept the area before he plunged the both of you into the shadows with an unrelenting grip around your hand.

The flash of blue light out of the corner of her eye had not been warning enough for the violent pulse that radiated beneath her feet half a second later. The force rattled the water glasses on the dresser and shook the cheap reprinted art hanging in lightweight frames on the wall. The window warbled under the force of the vibration and Dorothy staggered back in fear.

Even as she stumbled backward until her knees hit the bed her eyes remained focused on the window. She had lost sight of the pair of you the moment she felt the force reverberate through the thin hotel walls. Whatever it was stole all of her attention and collected all of her fear into a central driving need.

With trembling hands and quaking knees, Dorothy reached for the hotel phone and dialed 911. She could no longer afford to hope it was the right call; she had to believe it would be. Uncertain what thunderous hell you had brought down on yourself, she knew that one man sweeping you into the pre-dawn shadows couldn’t possibly be enough to escape it.

Part 8

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