#y/n stark

[literaryavenger]

Y/N, entering the common room: I slept for 15 hours. What have I missed?

Sam, trying to be funny: this dick.

Y/N: oh thank god, I thought I missed something big.

Steve: *spits water*

Tony, proud: that's my daughter.

Bucky, prouder: that's my girl.

Rest of the team: *dies laughing*

Sam:

Sam: honestly, fuck you all.

Pepper, concerned: WAIT you slept 15 HOURS???

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[mymelodymia]

Daddys little girl Dad!Tony stark x baby!daughter!reader

Summary: you are tony starks baby girl <3

Warnings: nothing just fluff 🥰

A/N: my acc hasn't been getting much attention lately. I hope this gets as big as my fics used to be. Also im using the same way you met tony as in toddler years

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Being tony starks daughter had lots of benefits, but also lots of bad parts as well. But for now we're focusing on the good parts. Let's start at the beginning.

One day, mid (birth month) the door bell rang. Tony, the famous billionaire playboy, walked out of his garage and turned the corner. Given that the whole wall of the front door was glass, tony saw right through it.

No one was there. Only a small cardboard box, layered with a multi colored blanket. He stepped closer, Jarvis opening the door. He saw a baby looking like it was fresh out the womb.

You, had a envelope in your tiny hands. Tony bent down and took it from your grasp. And along with this note (and angel) came a bag. Which held a single bottle, three diapers, a white onesie, identical to the one you were wearing, and your birth certificate. Only his name was on the paper. You didn't even have an identity yet. Tony opened the letter and read it.

'Dear tony. Shes only 2 weeks old and driving me insane. I dont care what you do with her, whether you put her up for adoption i dont care what you do. But shes yours now, feel free to get a DNA test. Just get her the fuck away from me.'

"What a bitch" tony muttered under his breath, looking down at you, he couldn't help feel the need to take you in. You were his after all.

"Sir, if you do not want the child, we can send it to mr rhodes" Jarvis suggested, tony immediately turning him down "no, no dont do that"

He picked you up, and took your blanket as well, quickly he wrapped you in the small blanket.

He walked over to the couch, staring at you the whole way there.

You began to flutter your eyelids. Tony gasped for no reason at all, his heart began to race slightly. He was about to meet his daughter.

You opened your eyes, and they locked with tonys, you both just stared at each other for a while. Before you, the curious little baby, reached up as high as you could. Your fingers brushing his cheeks.

You cooed, making him smile, which made you smile. You let out a small happy noise. Before tony stood up, and walked toward the front door.

He grabbed the bag and headed upstairs to his bedroom, not taking his eyes off of you.

He sat down on his bed, that was three times his size. And set you down on the mattress. And turned on a movie on the plasma tv mounted to the wall.

After a few minutes, he had noticed you had completely soiled your diaper, he picked you up and put a towel on his dresser, after a few failed attempts, he successfully changed you.

He called happy and pepper, who came as fast as they could given that he called and said "hey so i just found out im a father, i need you to come quick, thanks bye" and hung up.

They both arrived at the same time, and after a small argument over his choice of words on the phone call. Tony sent them out to go get bottles, diapers, formula, etc.

And for the meantime, tony spent some time with you. Your large e/c eyes looking around on awe.

You were beautiful. (Still are) and tony made sure you knew that.

He felt quite stressed given that you did not have a name, and that he had to choose one. He would definitely be one of those guys who picks a name with a meaning.

Eventually, he settled for y/n y/m/n stark. Your first and middle names perfectly fitting in with your last. It had a nice ring to it.

After a moment your eyes began to droop. Tony took note of this and held you to his chest, patting you on the back (be careful tony)

He rocked you to sleep, and once you fell into this slumber, he whipped out his laptop. And after a few hours of online shopping and a couple thousand dollars, everything he needed to take care of you was on its way.

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The next few days, most of the packages were there. Including the crib. The past days he had been forced to put you in a laundry basket, that he stuffed had with his pillows. (The first time you fell in love with his scent)

It took both happy and tony to get it through the house. And after multiple arguments, being ended by you crying because they were loud. And pepper taking care of you in the meantime. five hours later the crib was officially in one piece.

Tony also bought a crib that was transparent on the sides so he could keep an eye on you in the living room, but sadly you were too small for that so they decided to save another 7 hours and not put that together now.

Once all of the packages had arrived, tony had happy took all of the packages to tonys bedroom. Then went home.

Tony put your crib right next to his bed, and in a corner he had the changing table, which doubled as a dresser, put in a corner next to a rocking chair for him to lull you to sleep.

He heard you whimper from across the room, he turned to the clock, and it read 10:48 pm.

He walked over to you as you started to cry. He immediately sprung into action and grabbed you, resting you on his chest patting your back.

"You must be hungry, my little y/n" (ahaha. Do you see the connection)

He walked downstairs to feed you. Once he was done with this task, he sat at the rocking chair and sung you a lullaby (or AC/DC in a soft tone 🤷‍♀️)

When you fell asleep, he decided he needed sleep to (for once) though it was quite early for him, he did need to sleep given that he now had you, and thought he needed some extra sleep.

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The next morning he was woken up at four in the morning by you screaming your head off. He jumped up (dad instincts already kicking in huh) tripping over his blanket that wrapped around his foot, looked at you. And could smell it before he could get there. Oof.

After he finished changing you, he walked downstairs cradling you in his arms, that engulfed your tiny body. Your head resting in the crook of his arm.

He fed you while sitting at the couch, he thought, might as well stay up. He'll probably just be woken up by you anyways 😆

You fell asleep in his arms not long after. And he swung his head back, closing his eyes. And fell asleep on accident. And a few hours later, he woke up to you once again, screaming your head off.

once your eyes fell upon his, you calmed down immediately. Making a small happy noise. Making him smile.

He had ordered some clothes for you online. And now that the baby carrier thingy was there, he could now bring you into public. He was nervous given that paparazzi follow his every move. But he didn't really care if they saw him with you, you were his.

He went out with just you in his arms, and came back with tons of bags full of clothing.

He then went ahead and put a car seat in place, along with a mirror so he could see you if he was driving. Which he wouldn't be doing for a while.

+•°+*°•+

He had took time off of stark Industries for a few months, so he now worked at home.

After two months of having your presence in tonys home, you were both inseparable. Tony couldn't do anything without you because he was hooked, and you couldn't do anything without him because you were only two months old.

The first time you sat up, he was so proud of you. Same for when you first rolled over, but his favorite achievement you had made so far has got to be when you first giggled 🤭

At seven months you began to crawl. (I know that's kind of early but i started crawling early and i know almost nothing about babies so..)

You had been sitting up, playing with tony when he scooted away from you, you gave him a look and leaned on your hands. You pushed you knees up and started army crawling to tony. Bouncing yourself with your arms.

He gasped and cheered you on. "Come on baby, come to daddy, aaaaahh, you got this sweetheart, come on" when you reached him he scooped you into his arms, smothering you with kisses.

Then his kisses became tickles, he pulled away from you and put his hand on your stomach and began to wiggle them all around.

You started giggling, which fell into deep baby belly laughter when he blew a giant raspberry right above your belly button.

You, only being seven months, couldn't do anything but wait for him to stop. Which he probably won't do anytime soon given that he loves your laughter 🥰

At 11 months old, tony went back to stark Industries. He had made a very large portion of his office dedicated to you.

Toys everywhere, there were a few books, he had that "transparent crib" in there as well. Which doubled as a playpen for you, mainly soft toys like stuffed animals and such were in there.

Many times pepper stopped a meeting mid way through, just to give you to tony. You had been screaming your head off but the second you were in tonys arms you calmed down immediately.

He would continue the meeting with you clung to him. Wrapping your arms around him, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

When you celebrated your first birthday, tony was having very mixed emotions, he loved you, and was so happy to see you made it this far. But he missed the days with his baby, and he wanted them back. He missed feeding you while you rested in the crook of his arm. Or rocking you to sleep while singing to you.

He is definitely the guy who throws magnificent parties that were long and big. But for his baby girls first birthday he only invited Rhody, pepper, and happy.

Watching everyone singing happy birthday and seeing you smothering cake and frosting all over yourself was one of the best times of his life. And he would never forget it.

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A/N: i might do another Dad!Tony stark x baby!daughter!reader cause it's so fluffing cute! And here are the few things I forgot while writing this

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[wheredafandomat]

Not what it looks like

Based on this prompt by @obsessedwithtomhiddleston // I have a idea for a POV: avenger Loki and y/n have been secretly dating for a while because she is Tony’s little sister and the team walks In Loki’s room to find y/n in his bed and Loki getting dressed. Add some morning dirty talk to it please . All I ask is to be tagged for the idea of it .

“Gosh y/n are you even listening?”

“Yes Tony I’m listening.” You answered, rolling your eyes as your gaze turned to him. In reality, that was a lie, you were far from listening to your brothers ramblings, too busy focusing on the flex of Lokis muscles as he pottered around the kitchen making cereal, cereal, who knew that breakfast foods could be sexy?

“So as I was saying—y/n!” He called again, clicking his fingers as your gaze met Lokis before you gave him a wink, disguising it as something being in your eye when you realised Tony was looking at you.

“I’ve just got this thing” you spoke, rapidly blinking your eyes “there’s something there, in my eye.”

“Open your eyes.” Tony instructed.

“What, why?” You answered, gasping when Tony began harshly blowing air into your face.

“Better?” He asked between breaths.

“Yeah, yes, better.” You replied, annoyed and a little embarrassed when Loki returned your wink before leaving the kitchen. “Well anyways, I better get going.” You pretended to yawn.

“Wait y/n, I’ve got a question.”

“What?”

“And you know you can tell me anything right.”

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Well, I’ve noticed that you’ve been a little absent recently and that you’ve—” he began.

“Get to the point.” You huffed.

“Are you seeing someone?”

“No!” You lied, flashes of you and Lokis date last Thursday flashing through your mind as well as what followed after the date “I’m not, gosh, what has it even got to do with you?” You scolded, mentally cursing yourself for your defensiveness.

“I’m just asking, I wanna know what my little sis is doing and if she’s safe.” Tony smiled.

“You mean you want to inject me with a tracker and control my life.” You scoffed, standing to your feet.

“Sorry for asking.” Tony offered.

“Night Tony.” You dismissed, not waiting for his reply as you left the room before heading towards your own. You walked briskly down the corridor before yelping, feeling yourself being pulled into another room. Before you could make another sound, Lokis lips were pressed against yours, kissing you feverishly as your back pressed against the door, closing it.

“Norns I’ve missed you.” Loki spoke breathlessly, breaking the kiss as he began pulling his shirt over his head.

“It’s been about eight hours.” You laughed, beginning to take off your clothes too as you walked towards Lokis bed. He stepped backwards, eyes focused on yours or your body as you undressed. When his legs hit the back of his bed, he sat against it, pulling you towards it so that you were standing between his legs. His arms were wrapped around you, lips kissing the exposed flesh of your stomach as you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders.

“One moment away from you feels like an eternity.” Loki affirmed, pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling him.

“Whatever, pretty boy.” You grinned, rolling your hips against his.

The next morning you woke up feeling Lokis lips against yours as he kissed you awake. You smiled, opening your eyes.

“Morning.” you murmured.

“Morning my love.” Loki answered, pecking your lips again.

“My love, that’s knew.” You giggled.

“So was that thing you did last night.” He teased, rolling you over so that he was on top of you.

“With my hands or with my mouth?”

“Both were thrilling” he smirked “maybe we need a repeat so I can decide which one I enjoyed more.”

“Loki, if we were only focused on your pleasure we’d be done in minutes.” You laughed.

“Whatever.” He tutted, quickly kissing you again before he stood up. “Unfortunately I have to go, I’m already late for my morning training session with Thor.”

“You’ll come back here after?” You questioned.

“Hmm, let me think” Loki began, pulling the duvet down your body “I guess so” he answered, feigning nonchalance “but I want you like that.”

“Hot, wet and waiting?” You grinned.

“No, like you’re posing for a painting, I might even pai—”

“He’s probably in here. Loki?” Thor called, knocking Lokis door as he opened it, causing you to gasp as you pulled the duvet over yourself.

“Y/n!” Tony gasped too, shielding his eyes before looking at Loki who was still half dressed.

“Tony, I can—I can explain.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” You eked.

“Iamgoingto KILL YOU!” Tony exclaimed, taking set on Loki.

“Tony stop!” You called, unable to do much considering you were naked wrapped in Lokis covers. “Thor do something!”

“She’s Tony’s little sister.” Thor practically growled, chasing Loki around the room.

“We’re in love!” Loki countered, teleporting around the room.

You smiled to yourself realising that you were, you were both in love. You basked in that feeling for a few moments before finally helping Loki.

Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the idea 💓

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[syngrafaes09]

Y/N Stark: Hey, dad, I watched this really scary movie. Can I sleep with you and mom tonight?

Tony: What? You have watched horror movies before and have slept through the night. You'll pass.

Y/N: But it's Halloween tonight. What if-

Tony: Y/N you're seventeen, not seven like Morgan!

Y/N: Fine

*Later*

Y/N: Hey Stephen, can I sleep with you tonight ? I'm-

Stephen: You can sleep with me every night

Tony: Actually Y/N I had second thoughts. *whispers to Strange* Forget it. It's not happening

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[multifandomwriter56]

Karissa's 31 Days of October Fun

Day: 5

Prompt: "We're not alone here." from this

Fandom: MCU

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: language

"Y/n, do we have to watch this?" Peter whines as he plops down on the couch.

"Yes, it's October. We must watch horror movies."

Peter stuffs a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "I get why we're watching a horror movie. But why this one? It's so lame."

Y/n starts to cough, her shock from his words triggering it. "Lame?!?! Are you serious? How can you say Scream is lame?"

"It's not even scary."

"It's a classic!"

Tired of arguing over a movie, Peter closes his eyes and groans, "Fine, we can watch it."

Y/n smiles in victory and hits the play button. She pats him on the cheek. "Knew you see it my way, Parker."

"Whatever, Stark."

Y/n giggles. She's Tony's only biological child, but since her father found Peter, she feels like she has a sibling. Has someone who has been gifted (or cursed in some cases) with abilites at such a young age.

Fifty minutes into the movie, Y/n hit the pause button and starts looking around.

"What? What is it?" Peter asks as he looks around the room.

"I thought I heard something."

Peter scoffs. "Nice try, Y/n. You're not going to scare me that easily."

"I'm not kidding." She smacks his arm. "Quick, use your Peter tingle."

"Oh, not you too! It's not-" Peter freezes. "Okay, yeah, we're not alone here."

The silence in the room is louder than words. Y/n can feel her heartbeat pumping faster and faster by the second. Just when she thinks her and Peter are going to fight for their lives, a deep voice comes from the entrance.

"What's your favorite horror movie?"

Even though he tried to change his voice, Y/n immediately knows who it is. "Dad! That's not funny!"

Tony's laugh fills the room as the two teenagers fall onto the couch.

"Not cool, Mr Stark."

"I thought it was." Tony says in between laughter. "You should've seen the looks on your faces. Friday tell me you got everything."

"Of course, sir." The A.I. confirms.

Peter looks to Y/n, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Scream is a classic."

Y/n smirks. "Damn right it is."

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[messedupfan]

I'm With You | 11

Summary: Wanda wants to be a friend to Y/n when she needs it the most but feels as though she can't. Pietro steps in and offers Y/n advice. Y/n makes some tough decisions.

A/N: Hello!! I don't have much to say other than I hope y'all are happy and healthy. Enjoy!

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Sitting in her room, Y/n feels the familiar pain that came with loving Natasha. Was this feeling worth fighting for? She asks herself. She thought she was fighting for the woman that saved her. The woman that didn't leave her side as she waited for her to wake up. Only for her to be someone she doesn't recognize. 

Wanda had overheard the argument as she was walking out of a training session. She waited outside Y/n's room. Not quite sure how she wanted to approach her. She didn't want it to confuse the girl anymore than she was. But she wanted to be a friend for her. She didn't want her to think she was being there for ulterior motives. Her brother spots her outside the girls room and steps quietly closer to her. 

“What’s happening?” He whispers, startling his sister. 

Wanda smacks his chest. “Don’t do that!” she scolds. He laughs quietly as he asks the question. “She needs a friend.” She looks at the door with her worry. 

“So… go in there,” he says as if it's that simple. 

“I can't,” Wanda replies. 

“Why not? You are her friend. Go be her friend,” he directs.

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” she retorts. 

“How so?” Pietro presses. 

Not wanting to discuss her feelings at the moment, Wanda evades the question. “It just is, okay?”

Pietro shakes his head. “I’ll go in there, you tell me what you want to say.” Wanda scowls as she asks how she is supposed to do that and he taps his head as if it's obvious before knocking on Y/n's door. Ignoring her plea to be left alone, Pietro walks right in. “Hey, I uh, wasn't eavesdropping but, I heard things going south with you and Natasha. Thought you might need someone to talk to.” He says every word that Wanda sends to his mind. Then the girl tries to connect to his ears. To hear what he is hearing. 

“Thank you Pietro, but it's okay. You don't want to hear about my problems. Especially when some of them involve your sister,” she wipes her tears. 

“What about my sister has you shedding tears?” he asks protectively. “I am older than her by ten minutes, you know. Just say the word and I'll make sure-”

Y/n laughs through her tears, “It’s nothing like that. But thank you Pietro.”

“Then what's the matter?” He presses. Wanda fills him in on what happened as he waits for the girl's response.

Y/n looks at the man and sighs, “You’re not going to leave me alone are you?”

Pietro shakes his head. “Nope! You're stuck with me until I've helped.”

“I see why Wanda is happy to finally have her own space,” she teases as she continues to mull over the idea of opening up to him. 

Pietro laughs, “She’ll never have her own space. Not until I'm dead. No,” he thinks about it for a second. “I take that back. I will haunt her so she never knows peace,” he concludes proudly. Wanda rolls her eyes but smiles when she hears Y/n’s laughter. Her brother is many things and to many people. Very few knew about the kindness in his heart, she’s glad to know that he trusts Y/n enough to show that side of him. 

“Okay,” Y/n takes a breath. “I found out that while I was hurting over Natasha she was getting pleasured by a friend of hers. Then when she was claiming to be searching for me every second of every day while I was being tortured by Hydra, she was still finding time to sleep with that friend. Now,” she sighs at a loss. “I don’t know if I can forgive her for not being committed to me the same way I’ve been committed to her.” 

Pietro nods, “I see,” he stalls a bit as he waits for Wanda’s advice but she has gone silent as she feels Y/n’s pain. She is shocked by the feeling. She wasn’t an empath as far as she knew. They only ever discovered telepathic abilities from her. Maybe it was the bond she had created with Y/n over that time. Maybe there was something more to it or nothing at all. She didn’t have time to figure it out now. Right now, she needs to focus on helping you feel better. “Can I ask, why is it difficult to forgive your girlfriend for her infidelity during your time in captivity, but it was easy to forgive my sister for participating in the torment you faced from Hydra?” 

“She told you I forgave her, huh?” He confirms and Y/n considers her response. Why was one thing easier to forgive than the other? “Because Nat knows how I feel about her and loyalty and monogamy. Whereas Wanda wasn’t directly harming me when we were in Hydra. Besides, though you guys were technically part of that organization, you were just as much a prisoner as I was. She was doing what she had to do in order to survive. Nat was being selfish.”

Pietro nods, letting the information digest himself and worries less about what Wanda has to say. “Why is my sister part of your problems?” He asks on his own. 

“This is kind of awkward to admit because I was just talking about being cheated on and the intense betrayal that I feel from that. But, I have strong confusing feelings towards Wanda. We connect in ways that Nat and I never have before. There are moments between her and I where we’re just talking and that are, I don’t mean to gross you out here but, they are full of more intimacy than anytime I’ve had sex with Nat… ever.”

Pietro wears a soft smile as he sees only positives for his sister's future. There were buddies in the past that talked about his sister like she was an object. They would try to get him to connect them to her by saying how they’re meant to be because she is hot and they would have attractive children together. Whereas Y/n was describing that this close friendship she developed with Wanda over the months is what has attracted her the most. “It’s not gross. It’s actually really sweet.” 

Wanda is touched by this admission as well but starts to feel guilty about overhearing this without your knowledge or consent. She lets Pietro know just that and he assures her that he can take it from here. Wanda walks away from the room to give them space and go to her next training session. Which unfortunately is with a very upset Natasha. 

“Here’s what I think you should do,” Pietro starts. “I think you need to end things with Natasha and focus on yourself. I don’t think your struggle is who you want to be with. Deep down, you know who. What you need to do to retrieve that answer from within yourself is to discover what you’re looking for in a partner. What you need from someone, what you’re willing to give them, how you’re willing to be treated and how you will treat them in return. The type of relationship you want. The type of challenges you need from someone who will help you grow for the better. Learning whether or not you want chaos or stability. Discovering not only what’s best for you but what will potentially be best for your partner. Whoever that may be. You need to be by yourself and figure these things out. Otherwise, no matter who you choose in the end, the relationship will be doomed from the start.” 

Y/n is speechless. She had no idea that Pietro could be so wise from the way Wanda talked about him. He was just this stubborn, overprotective, goofball to her. “Thank you,” she says as she takes his advice to heart. There was a lot that she needed to figure out. She once admitted to Wanda that part of her thing with Natasha was being trapped in this unpredictable cycle of highs and lows. She was fine with that when that’s all she thought was possible for her. But now, she was presented with the opportunity of experiencing something better and she was going to destroy it if she wasn’t careful. “You’ve given me a lot to think about. I think you’re right. I’m in no shape to be dating right now.” You agree to his assessment. 

“So, have I helped?” Pietro asks and Y/n laughs a little. 

“Yes, you can go now. I have to figure out what I’m going to tell Nat,” she sighs as she flops back onto her bed. She has so much to figure out. She had no clue how to start that conversation. She had no idea when to have that conversation. It wasn’t happening today, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with more drama today. So she asks Jarvis to pull up a calendar to help her figure out what day might work best for her. The A.I. projects a digital calendar in front of her when she is suddenly informed what day it will occur. She witnesses the scene unfold and then when it's over, the information is whipped from her memory with only the date marked on the calendar. 

Y/n leaves her room and doesn’t think about her problems again. She returns to the lab to finish the suit. Wanda surprises her with a visit and the two talk and laugh and enjoy each other’s company. She takes an interest in what Y/n is doing so the girl begins to teach her how to use the tools and which tools to use on certain parts.

Tony is in the room the entire time and he can’t help but take notice of the interaction. He wasn’t thrilled when he found out about his colleague and his daughter being in a romantic relationship together. But after everything that Y/n had been through, he wasn’t going to share his disapproval with her. If the double agent is what made her happy then so be it. But in the weeks since she has been back, he took note of the difference in interaction when it came to Wanda and Natasha. Now, he would prefer that Y/n didn’t want either of them. She deserved more than a spy and a Hydra experiment. But these seemed to be the people she attracted. He hides a smile as he remembers the kinds of people her mother had attracted and now he can’t say he is too surprised. 

Out of the two options his daughter has felt compelled to, she seemed to be the happiest and at ease the most when she was with Wanda. Tony decides then that he is going to do as much vetting on the Sokovian orphan as possible before he gives his daughter his stamp of approval. It’s what she deserves. Not someone who is sloppy enough to cheat on her in the building her father owns. He almost didn’t believe it when Jarvis informed him of the infidelity. He figured that a trained assassin would have been the best at not getting caught. 

Once the suit is done, Y/n asks Wanda if she can speak to her about something important in one of their rooms. The brunette holds her breath as she agrees and leads Y/n over to her living quarters. The two sit on the love seat in the room and are nervous with each other as the conversation has an awkward start. 

“I have decided to break things off with Nat,” Y/n blurts out. 

Wanda is shocked and doesn’t know how to proceed, “Oh, okay.”

“And I want you to know that I do have feelings for you. They are true and they are strong,” the Stark continues and Wanda reaches over to hold her hand and help her through the conversation. “But I can’t be with you until I heal myself. I made an appointment with a therapist and I’m going to start to sort out my shit from there.”

“That’s really great, Y/n. I’m happy for you.” She pulls the girl closer to hug her and they fall into each other's arms easily. 

“Thank you,” she nuzzles her face into Wanda’s shoulder before she pulls away. “I just wanted you to know that I do feel that way about you. However, I don’t want you to feel like you have to wait for me. If someone comes along that is ready to love you and give you everything you could ever desire, let them in. Okay? I don’t want to hold you back if we’re not meant to be. And-”

“Y/n!” Wanda calls out for the third time to get you to stop talking. “Hey, let’s not think that far ahead, okay? I can’t make you do anything but I do ask that you take this journey one day at a time. Don’t think about me, don’t think about Natasha, just focus on you. Okay?”

Y/n nods as she feels tears well up in her eyes, not familiar with this kind of support. “Thank you,” she repeats and Wanda giggles as she lets the girl know that the expression of gratitude is unnecessary. “Please keep this between us until I figure out how to talk to Nat.” 

“Of course, you know your secrets are always safe with me.” Wanda promises. “Now come on, we’re going to hang out in that theater room your dad won’t stop talking about.” She gets up off of the couch and holds her hand out to drag Y/n out of the room. “We can even invite my brother and Steve if you’d like.” 

“As much as I would love to be alone with you, I think that’s a really great idea,” the two leave the room to hunt down the other two so Y/n can take her mind off the rollercoaster of a day.

Chapter 12

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[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 6 - Dark Phoenix II - Emergence of conflagration

Part 3:

*Third person’s view*

The room was quiet. The only source of light was which came from the kitchen, barely giving any visibility in Y/n’s bedroom. Light from the skyscrapers around the flat was barely enough to light up the room, so the two were laying in the darkness mostly.

Natasha supported herself with her elbow and her other hand was resting on Y/n’s stomach who was laying next to the Russian on her back. Both were covered with silk black sheets, bare shoulders poking out.

Y/n seemed to be deep in thought, which made Natasha watch her moves closely. The younger girl’s eyes moved around the room, sometimes sticking to one place and then looking elsewhere. She took deep breaths, making Natasha’s hand on her stomach lift as she took each breath. Once Stark realized how quiet the room got and how Natasha didn’t seem to move, she looked at the redhead.

“You should move in with us,” said Y/n all of a sudden, taking Natasha by surprise. Her eyebrows shot to her hairline, so she wouldn’t even be able to lie about how surprised she was. “Really? You’d want that?” Nat asks softly, a smile already curling up her lips. Y/n nodded with a sweet smile, her hands coming up to frame Natasha’s face. “I love you. I want you to be with us every day and night. Katarina adores you out of this world and you make us happy. I know I said I want to take it slow but honestly I don’t care. I want you with us,” she confessed, while caressing Natasha’s skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop falling in love with you,” Nat was in a full daze from her feelings. The love she felt for this woman was something she could never comprehend.

Y/n felt the same way. Her heart was so light from how easy it was to love Natasha. She couldn’t imagine her life without the Russian anymore and she didn’t want to either. “Kiss me,” whispered Stark, and with a kiss Natasha leaned down and captured her girl’s lips, kissing her like it was the first time. Natasha finally felt like she was safe with this girl and she understood what love is. Y/n was love for her.

Natasha slowly pulled the covers off of themselves and her hand quickly found Y/n’s soft skin. Stark wrapped her fingers into Natasha’s fiery hair, pulling her slightly back as she scattered kisses and bites onto her neck. The low moans the Russian let out made Y/n smile to herself. She made Natasha lay on her back so she could climb over her, while still leaving kisses all over her girlfriend’s neck.

She quickly fastened her lips onto Natasha’s nipple, causing her to gasp. She swirled her tongue around it, then lifted her left hand to take the other one into her fingers. “I love every inch of you,” said Y/n against the Russian’s skin. “I can feel that,” Natasha husked out, her breaths getting shorter and quicker.

Y/n’s touches were slow and tender. She wanted Natasha to feel every ounce of love she had for her. Stark kissed all over Nat’s body, biting and licking, leaving marks all over Natasha’s stomach and hips. “You always do this… it’s your obsession,” Natasha chuckled sweetly, finding it cute how Y/n worshiped her body every time she saw it without clothes.

As Y/n got lower and lower with her kisses she gently placed herself between Natasha’s legs, wrapping her arms under Nat’s thighs and kissing the inside of them. Natasha lifted her hand to her girlfriend’s head, her fingers getting tangled in her dark hair while her other hand barely held onto Y/n’s fingers on Nat’s left thigh. “You’re taking your sweet time there, baby,” Natasha spoke as Y/n didn’t think to rush things but since Nat seemed so impatient she looked up in her eyes before bringing her right hand over.

Natasha threw her head back as she felt Y/n slowly move her tongue inside of her. “Gosh…” The Russian’s right hand quickly released Y/n’s hand and grabbed onto the sheets, fisting the material between her fingers. Stark’s tongue slowly hit her g-spot, making her whole body spasm.

The wetness from Natasha was all over her girlfriend’s face, her thighs, and the sheets. Nat’s body knew this pleasure oh so well, making her leave her mouth wide open as her eyes rolled back. Y/n then moved her thumb to Natasha’s clit, rubbing it in small circles making her feel overstimulated. “Let me hear you, baby,” Y/n spoke from below, slowly easing two fingers into Natasha, making the redhead arch her back in pleasure and let out a raspy moan. Y/n went back into sucking, teasing her clit at the same fast pace her fingers were going inside of her. The exchange of pleas and curses repeatedly were the only words you could hear from Natasha. And she couldn’t think, but she knew she loved the way Y/n was touching her. “I’m so close,” Natasha barely spit it out, pushing Stark’s face closer to her sex, trying to reach her high.

Y/n loved watching Natasha throw herself around the bed, her back arched as she felt a knot forming in her abdomen. “Come for me, baby,” Y/n spoke, but she didn’t stop her actions and just kept going. Y/n’s tone has Nat’s hips bucking into her wildly Stark’s name spilling from her lips, she watches her come undone with a satisfied smile, slowly easing her into a calmer state with gentle kisses.

Stark kissed up her way to Natasha’s face, leaving a soft kiss on her red cheek. She looked into her deep green eyes with a sweet smile. “My sweetest girl, I love you,” Y/n whispered softly, Natasha feeling her cheeks keeping up the redness from her words. “I love it when you act all innocent after you do stuff like this,” Natasha caressed her face with a smirk, still trying to catch her breath. “Just for you.”

*Y/n’a POV*

With one last kiss on Nat’s lips, I laid next to her, pulling the sheets over us. Natasha wrapped her arm around my shoulder and brought me closer. Her hand slipped down to my waist, keeping me close. I laid my head on her chest and let out a satisfied sigh. “I’m happy. I’m glad we worked things out,” I admitted honestly, drawing circles on Nat’s covered stomach with my finger. “Me too, baby. You make me the happiest.” Natasha’s words made me smile and with the thought of us working out, I soon fell asleep.

***

“Heeeey, honey. I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up yesterday but I got some work to do this week so you’ll have to stay with Grandma and Grandpa,” I spoke over the phone with Katarina, trying to feel less guilty about leaving her for a week. “It’s okay, Mama. Grandpa and I built a tower in the backyard, you have to see it when you finish work. You can bring Natty,” I looked over at Natasha who was currently hunched over my desk at home, looking for any possible attacks from Hadria. “I will bring Natty with me. Did you have breakfast, honey?” I asked while walking over to Natasha, looking above her shoulder, checking the papers and pictures. “Yes, Grandma made eggs and bacon.” “Was it good?” I asked while my free hand came up to Natasha’s back, gently massaging her muscles. “I like yours better, but don’t tell Grandma,” said Katarina and I chuckled. “I won’t. Did you have any homework baby? Should I get anything for school?” I questioned, just simply worried that I’d miss anything. “I did my homework with Grandpa. He showed me a science thing, it was really cool,” she explained excitedly and I had to smile at how amazing she was. “Really? Did he blow something up?” I asked, already knew he definitely did. “Yes, it was so big!” I shook my head, but I didn’t want to ruin her moment so just went with it. “That’s amazing.” Looked down at my watch and saw that it was almost time for school for Katarina, so I had to cut the conversation short. “Honey, Grandpa should be taking you to school soon. I will call when I can okay, baba?” “Okay, be careful Mama,” she said and my heart melts every time she says this. “You too, honey. I love you.” “I love you more. Tell Natty I love her too,” she said loudly, which made Natasha look up from the files with a smile. “I will tell her.” “Okay, bye!” She said excitedly before hanging up the phone. “She’s so cute,” said Natasha with the sweetest smile. “She really is. I feel so bad that I have to leave her with Dad again,” I looked down at the papers with a sigh, hoping Katarina really didn’t mind being with my dad and that it wouldn’t have a bad impact on her life. “Y/n she is just fine. Your dad probably showers her with love and affection and shows her so many interesting things, she doesn’t even have time to miss you. It’s sad, but true,” Natasha said with a cheeky smile and I chuckled. “That’s great. I lost my daughter to my dad.” “Oh yeah, there’s no chance. You’re the best mom ever,” a soft kiss on my cheek and I was blushing. “I doubt that,” I chuckled and picked up a paper, trying to find the reason why this woman attacked all these cities. “Baby…” Natasha’s hand slipped around my waist pulling close to herself. She left a kiss on the side of my head before she spoke. “You do all of this stuff to make a better world for your little one, I don’t think you could be better than that,” she said and I leaned my head against her chest. “I just don’t want to miss out on her life by trying to make the world safe for her.” “You won’t, trust me.”

After hours of research and data collecting we finally found something. Hadria attacked Bucharest, Prague, Athens, and Rome. All of these places had Hydra research bunkers during World War 2, making it possible to have some super soldier serum hidden somewhere in those bunkers. “So we just have to find out where the old Hydra bunkers are and hope we get her at some point? There is basically a bunker in every big city in Europe, how are we gonna find her?” I leaned back in my seat, throwing the files on the table. “Maybe we could send her some signals to one particular base and she would go there as if there was something,” Natasha suggested and I thought about it. “You think that would work? What if we get James involved for real?” I came up with the idea again. “Do you think he would fight? Especially in a case like this?” She asked, leaning against the table, crossing her arms in front of her. “I don’t know. But he could help to fight them off for sure. He knows how they work,” I said and Nat seemed a little hesitant about the idea. “I guess it’s worth a try,” she shrugged and she seemed very odd. “Yeah?” I asked, waiting for her response. “It’s just you guys haven’t seen each other in a long time… Things were different then,” she said awkwardly and I think she even clenched her jaw, looking very tense. “And things are different now,” I said and she didn’t say another word, just turned to the laptop. “You don’t have anything to worry about,” I brushed my hand along her arm. “Okay.”

In just hours we were on a Quinjet to Romania. Just the two of us, keeping Steve in the dark, hoping he won’t find out where we’re going. Natasha didn’t lose her tense behavior and I still didn’t understand why she was like that. James and I are clearly done with each other and I just asked her to move in with us.

We landed a little further from the town James was staying at and took a car to his location. “Do you think he’ll help us?” I asked Natasha, who was driving. “He would help you if you’d need it. I’m not sure he will come with us though,” she said and I nodded. “Yeah, I doubt that too.”

The ride to his apartment went by quickly and the closer we got the more nervous I became. I haven’t seen him in a long time and I just hope he’s in a good state.

We parked outside an older apartment building and I glanced down at my phone. “He’s supposed to be at level 8.” “Let’s go then,” Natasha walked ahead and I followed close behind. We both had a gun at us, but well hidden trying to look friendly even though we came in peace.

Once we reached his door, I stepped up and with a sigh knocked on the wooden door. There was no answer for a while and I knocked again. Nothing. I reached into my pocket and got the burner James put aside the letter he sent me a little while ago. “What are you doing?” Asked Natasha with a low voice. “I’m going to call him,” I dialed the only number in the phone then we heard the ringing from inside the apartment, and a couple of seconds later he picked up. “Yes?” He spoke. “I need to talk to you. Natasha and I are outside your apartment,” I said and heard him take a deep breath then hung up the phone. In moments the door opened and there was James. Cal on his head, long sleeve shirt covering his arms and he had leather gloves on, covering his hands. “Can we come in?” I asked and he stepped aside letting us into his apartment.

It was a very sad-looking flat. He only had a mattress on the floor, no proper bed. His kitchen was probably the most well equipped and I didn’t even see the bathroom yet. Windows covered with newspaper, barely letting any light in.

“What are you doing here? I told you my location for emergencies,” spoke James, clearly not happy that we were there. “I know, that’s why we’re here. You live here?” I asked, looking around once again, very sad that this is where he spends his days. “What, you expected a mansion with floor-to-ceiling windows and gold cutlery?” He asked sarcastically. “No, but at least a comfortable bed or something…” “What’s the emergency? Is Katarina okay?” He asked, changing the topic. “She’s good, we’re not because of her,” I reached for my bag, and got the fresh files for Bucky. “There’s a woman with a super soldier army. She has Vibranium armor made for them by a Black Market operator. And she makes weapons for them too,” I handed him the folder and he started to look through it. “There were multiple attacks in big European cities. We suspect she’s going after old Hydra bunkers, looking for more super soldier serum,” Natasha explained, arms crossed in front of her chest, very closed off, to say the least. “I heard about this. They were in Bucharest not long ago, I didn’t know they were super soldiers. How many?” “15.” He kept reading the report. “And how do I come into the picture?” Asked Bucky. “We thought you could help. Steve is not on the case and we could keep you a secret. We’re working with outsiders,” I explained and he glanced at Natasha. “Since when do you work with other people?” He asked more so from Natasha. “They’re Wakndanians, the Vibranium they stole belongs to them,” said Nat. “Do you have a plan?” He sat down on a chair nearby and took off his gloves.

“We track down every Hydra bunker and once we find the least dangerous to the nearby city, we send signals to them so they get there and we take them down,” I explained and he shook his head. “That’s not gonna work. Super soldier serums were only made at certain places. Maybe they are not even after the serum. Have you ever seen them in action? When they were in Bucharest, they rigged bombs and shot in crowds. They are looking for something, but I don’t think they would kill civilians for something they don’t even know about,” he suggested and I sighed. “Okay, then any ideas what they could be looking for?” I spread my arms, looking between Natasha and Bucky. “Maybe they are looking for someone,” spoke Natasha. Bucky shifted in his seat, already knowing where this was going. “Not specifically for you, maybe Steve. Maybe she wants to draw attention to one of you and lure you into her team,” Nat elaborated on her idea. I went through every option on how we could come out good in this situation. We could use Bucky as a decoy but I’m sure he wouldn’t be happy about that. Involving Steve is the last thing I want to do. “We find out where their next attack will be. If T’Challa can find Klaue in time, maybe he has something on her that could help us. I can make you a suit so you won’t be recognizable,” I pointed at Bucky and he just nodded. “Klaue is the dealer, right?” He asked and I said yes. “We have a safe house on the edge of town, you can come with us. Have a good night's sleep. In a bed,” Natasha nodded towards his pathetic mattress. “I’m fine here, don’t want to bother you guys,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “Bucky, please. It’s the least we could do after barging in on you,” I insisted and he looked at me with an unsure expression. “Alright, thank you,” he agreed with a tiny smile.

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[msperfectlyfine2]

me when i shift to the mcu

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[cadencejames87]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Stark Reader

Summary: You help Bucky with his nightmares.

Honestly, if you read this, I apologize. It's basically word vomit that could have been trimmed. I focused on areas that didn't need to be focused on and glossed over bits that could have been more in-depth; my brain is all over the place these days.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: House fire, death of a parent, PTSD, talks of trauma, hostage, abuse, sad Bucky, sorry if i missed any

*not beta'd thus any and all mistakes are my own*

~Dividers within story by @firefly-graphics~

"You should have seen his face," Clint mimicked the dumbfounded expression that wavered heavily on Tony's ordinarily know-it-all smug mug when he wandered into Clint's safe house not too long ago. "And all this time he's been hiding you from all of us." Clint sets down a large bowl of popcorn and falls onto the couch with the rest of the team, minus Cap and his wingmen, currently on their way back from an extended mission.

Tony wasn't absent in your life, though he wasn't really present either. You were a surprise after a one-night stand with a pretty face changed his life.

Your mother was a nursing student, waiting tables at night. She enjoyed that most nights were quiet enough to sneak in studies. At least they were until an extremely intoxicated Tony Stark stumbled into her diner seeking shelter from the rain, cover from the paparazzi, and a burger with a side of fries to soak up the alcohol.

You could call it love at first sight since he stopped in every night after until she finally agreed to a date. Your mother knew he was a playboy, nothing near marriage material when they met, yet, a girl could dream. Maybe she might be the one to change his ways. She quickly learned how much the man needed to grow up, and those fantasies soon died, but not before she was pregnant with you.

Though your mother refused to jump into a relationship because of one hurdle, which Tony had been slightly relieved to hear, she accepted his need to be a part of your life. No way would she deny that from either of you. He had been nothing but wonderful to her from the moment they met. He was simply not the right fit at this time, and if they would never be anything more than co-parents, she could not have asked for a better partner in raising you.

Of course, Tony being the man he is, tried to pay for her schooling, debts, and even rent when she found her dream space, for a steal, in the heart of Soho. She would never know it was all his doing. He had bought the brand-new building originally advertised as potential office space, had the interior quickly remodelled, and slipped a flyer into one of her books. He even personally screened each and every one of her neighbours and kept the best unit open, denying all who applied until he saw her name on the list.

She rejected his help in her personal finances, though when it came to you, she planned to do everything 50/50. Naturally, he completely squashed that plan, whether it was pettiness or pride, the moment you took your first breath, he was there 100% for you. He covered medical and dental, paid for the finest education, and spoiled you with toys, clothes and whatever else he could think of, despite your mother's objections over lack of space. His presence in your life wasn't just money; he wanted to be there for every school play, graduation, and birthday, even if it meant sending Happy with a camcorder when he was otherwise engaged. He saved all the videos of every milestone, your art projects, and pictures as you grew up.

When it came to college, he set you up with your own downtown apartment in Vancouver, Canada, after receiving a scholarship to one of the top film schools. {Which you turned down so they could offer it to someone in need and kept that little secret between you and your father.} You graduated after a two-year program and chose to continue your education at Stanford. Tony happily helped you relocate. He was so proud of you for going after what you wanted and knocking it out of the park by getting into another top school. He paid the tuition in full and even bought you a car, despite telling him you could take transit if needed. I mean, you did live within walking distance of campus. Anyway, the years flew by, and you graduated with a major in astrophysics and made your way back home to NYC, where you picked up a job as a barista, refusing any more handouts while searching for a more permanent job that fit either of your studies without your father's influence. You wanted to prove you could make it on your own.

After the attack on New York, Tony started rethinking everything. He wanted to keep you safe, which meant protecting the world from more attacks. Maybe he would convince you to work in Stark Tower or a new building he could have built overnight. He also began re-evaluating his current relationship with your mother. Was there hope to rekindle what could have been? A near-death experience will do that to a man. He was finally ready to quit his partying ways and take things more seriously, and all of this over Shawarma with the team.

As he flew over Washington Square Park down Broadway, he could already see the dark clouds of smoke filling Soho. Sirens of fire rescue ring out as people run for safety, shouting about an explosion, bombs, and aliens. Stark makes it through the thick smoke and fights through the flames of your mother's building, searching desperately for her. He finds her in the bathtub, covered in a wet towel, choking on the smoke. Against Friday's advice, Tony removes his suit, places her inside, and sends her out the window.

He scrambles back through the apartment to find the entrance blocked by debris. He searches blindly for the window to the fire escape and breaks out, basically falling down the steps as he scrambles to his escape. As he drops the last couple of feet to the pavement below the fire escape ladder, he searches the street filled with emergency vehicles and first responders. He spots your mother on a gurney receiving oxygen, climbs to his feet and hurries over with a faint limp. The EMT nursing her burns gives him a grim look. “We have to transport her immediately. It doesn’t look good.”

“Well, what’s the holdup?” Tony helps load the gurney and climbs in, taking her hand in his. “Hey, sweetheart. We’re going to get you help, okay? You are so strong! Just hold on a little longer, for our daughter; for me. I love you.” He brushes her hair with his hand and kisses her forehead softly.

“Tony?” She pulls her oxygen mask down to speak. “Take care of our girl,” she breaks into a coughing fit, and the EMT jumps into action, pushing Tony aside to suction mucus and intubate. Tony watches on, eyes filling with tears, feeling helpless as the mother of his daughter, the woman he loves, fights to breathe. The EMT keeps an eye on all the monitors as he pumps air manually into her lungs. When the heart monitor flat lines, Tony feels his own heart stop. He can’t seem to breathe, there's a ringing in his ears. The EMT yells at Tony to take over so he can start compressions.

After your mother’s funeral, you distanced yourself. Tony figured it was probably for the best. How could he keep you safe if his enemies ever figured out who you were to him? The building you grew up in had only been a target as it was a property owned by Stark.

Unfortunately, some enemies were closer than he realized. They knew of you and your mother and why her death hit him so hard that even those closest to him struggled to keep him sober. You were grateful he had Pepper when you disappeared while he was still mourning. However, you didn’t know it until Cap carried your limp body from a room he had seen before, a replica of one he dragged his best friend from before losing him on a mission. He blamed himself for years after for roping Bucky back into the fight. Learning what really happened when they were reunited did nothing for the guilt.

Once Tony finished clearing the building and made it on the jet, you told him you did not want to go home or to the tower, expressing your fear those who took you would know that is where you would be. You needed space and time. Tony understood that, yet his need to keep you safe outweighed everything else. He settled you into a room at the new compound, freshly reconstructed from the old Stark Industries warehouses. You witnessed the evolving relationship between Tony and Pepper as Stark Tower was gradually moved into the new facility before the Avengers would call it home. You loved the impact Pepper had on your father, and seeing him in this new light, taking on more responsibilities, with a newfound passion for his work and the positive changes saving people had created in his demeanour.

It was possible his over joyous personality was in reaction to finally having you home after being gone for three years and presumed dead right after losing your mother. You hated to ruin it, yet you failed to feel comfortable enough to speak about what you went through to anyone, not a therapist, Happy, or your father, who used to be one of your best friends, other than your mother. Ultimately, you decided to distance yourself further from this new life he had built. Whether it was the fear of falling victim again to one of his enemies or just the space and time you needed; without Tony encroaching. He gave you what you needed and set you up in a cabin in the countryside of upstate New York. Naturally, the whole proximity was wired with motion sensors and hidden cameras and had a few suits as security measures stowed in the garage.

Tony still popped in occasionally to catch you up on Avenger gossip, including the falling out with Steve, who you kept in touch with over text. You understood both sides, though if you were to choose whose back you would have, it would be the man used as a weapon, held hostage and tortured for years.

They were unprepared to lose you again so soon when Thanos snapped away everything he fought mercilessly to defend. Though, Tony wouldn't know for sure if you had been victim to the snap for nearly a month after. So when he finally got you back, he promised to hold on tight. You had a new sister and finally sat down to thank Pepper for being there for your father and being just what he needed to keep going all these years.

You all stayed together in the cabin, though you migrated to the studio above the garage, where you often escaped to craft dreamcatchers; a craft you learned in your early childhood from your mother who had learned from her mother. Your studio sessions started with one for yourself when you struggled to sleep before the snap, and another for Tony, when he opened up about his anxiety after you returned. Then one for Morgan, when you caught her admiring one hung in a studio window. One your mother crafted, kept safe in your Chelsea apartment when the fire wiped away everything, pictures, baby clothes, art, report cards, your mother's memories of a life before you, and dreamcatchers she made every year of your life; even the ones you crafted alongside her. After a short conversation with Pepper over tea under the stars, in which she complimented the beauty of your dream catchers and what a shame it was that more people couldn't enjoy them, you made over two dozen more for a farmer’s market.

Tony popped into the studio for his daily chit-chat, wandering the room and appreciating the collection of dreamcatchers hanging all over. “Word on the street is the Capsicle is planning on jumping ship again after this mission.” You had been the one to convince him to stay when no one else could, not even his best friend. Though you had your suspicions, he never really tried, and you planned to ask him when you finally met him.

Now you are sitting in the Avengers compound, getting to know the team and waiting on the man of the hour. Except when he finally walks in with his team, your attention falls to the brunette on his flank. Something about him seemed so familiar, his face, those eyes, that walk. Had you seen it all somewhere before? I mean, you knew of the man from stories and history lessons. In more recent years, the news and Tony's personal ghost stories. Also, Steve had come to visit, the only Avenger who knew of your existence, and of course, he shared a few memories from both the past and present of Sergeant Barnes. He said Tony might be a little indifferent, less sympathetic than he should be, considering their history. He only wanted to give you a chance to hear how he saw him, and when the day came, you could form your own opinion.

As far as first impressions go, he has yet to say hi, and you are drooling over this God of a man. Nope, no, down girl! You take a moment to glance around the room, hoping no one noticed your internal freak out just then. When your eyes return to James, he freezes. He looks at his friend for help, but Steve obliviously continues on as Bucky searches for an escape. He swallows, eyes falling to the floor as he backs away, glancing up with sad eyes once more before turning back the way he came. What the hell was that? “Y/N, I’m sorry about the outfit. I wanted to come and say hi as soon as we touched down. This is Sam.”

Sam smiles flirtatiously, takes your hand, and bows to kiss it. “Down, birdman! That’s Stark’s daughter.” Banner warns.

Sam backs away, hands up in surrender as Tony stares him down. You smile politely and look back to the empty hall. “I was only saying, hi. Besides, I think Cap’s already called dibs with how much he gushes over her.”

“You realize I’m right here.” Stark questions Sam, who immediately mimes zipping his mouth closed and tossing away an invisible key.

“I’m sorry about him. He was raised in a different time.” You turn back to find Steve giving you a shy smile. “And what he said, I never—”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, Steve.” Your eyes move to the hall again.

“Oh, and this is…” Steve finally realizes Bucky is no longer with them. “Well, if you saw him, that was Bucky. I promise he is the sweetest person you will ever meet. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Not even his own face.” Steve shoots Sam a look. “You know what I'm talking about. That staring thing he does. Where it looks like he wants to kill you.” He turns to the others in the room as he searches for backup, quickly finding it as Nat shrugs and nods back. Steve gives them both a look of disapproval.

"Alright, that's enough. You're going to kill Grandpa.” Tony jokes as he pushes through the group to meet Scott and his tray of milkshakes. “The burgers?”

“Almost done, Mr. Stark. Thanks again for inviting me.” Scott sets the tray on the coffee table and rushes back to the kitchen, wiping his hands on his frilly apron.

"Was that Ant-Man?" You ask in confusion.

"Don't worry, he's getting paid." Tony looks over at Banner and shakes his head.

"Dad?!"

"The point is, he is enjoying himself, and he offered."

After the brief intros, Sam and Steve excused themselves to unload the jet, write their mission reports and freshen up before dinner. When they returned, Bucky was still nowhere to be seen. “Don’t take it personally. He gets in these grumpy old man moods after missions. You’ll meet him soon.” Nat settles in next to you before Steve has a chance.

“I’m not –”

“You were obviously keeping an eye out for Barnes. It's totally fine. You should know he and Sam are in your wing.” You turn quickly, brows furrowed. “It used to be Steve, Clint and myself and one empty room. Well, not empty. It was decorated and off limits, and now we know why.”

“Where did you go?”

“Clint’s not here as often as he used to be, so when Sam joined, he moved to one of the loft spaces on the upper floors. Then we found Barnes, and I gave up my space when he moved in, thought it would be an easier transition after everything.”

You stayed up as long as you could with everyone, but you were pretty tired after a long day of driving, and the anxiety of just being back in the city was exhausting. You slipped out of the room as everyone watched their second movie of the night after dinner and wandered the halls.

As you approached your room, a terrifying sound had you spinning fast and your most traumatic memories flooding back. Memories you had repressed. It was an all too familiar scream. One filled with anguish and fear. You stood frozen against the wall next to your room, staring wide-eyed at the door across from yours. The screams echoed in your memory as they faded in reality and turned into soft whimpers. You felt your trembling legs step forward before you could stop yourself. You took a deep breath and leaned gently against the door, listening.

You heard shuffling and then footsteps, pacing back and forth and suddenly growing louder as they came closer. You scrambled back and tried to flee into the safety of your room, but your back hit the wall again, and you stared up at Bucky as he stepped into the hallway. The much smaller than you remembered a second ago, hallway. “Sorry."

"I didn’t mean to scare you.” His eyes avoid yours as he escapes to the common area down the hall with his head hanging low. You hear the kitchen sink turn on and water filling a glass. Your heart rate finally returns to normal, as you let out the breath you had been holding. You scold yourself and turn to your room, dragging yourself to bed.

The following weeks went on with Bucky avoiding you while you continued to get to know the team. Your sleep schedule was thrown off completely, waking each night to Bucky's screams, mind racing with your own traumas while wanting so desperately to reach out and comfort him. You never did, of course, instead, you kept your distance and gave him his space. When you woke in the middle of the night, you turned to your dreamcatchers.

Meanwhile, for the ex-assassin, most nights were filled with cold showers and sitting alone in the dark with his thoughts, shivering; like he was punishing himself. Other nights, he would find himself in the training room, lifting weights and doing pull-ups until his muscles screamed. And some nights, Steve would keep him company and remind him there was no way he would have done any of the things Hydra made him do without being tortured and lied to. It wasn’t really what he wanted to hear or could even believe, no matter how many times anyone told him. Those nights usually ended with an early morning run.

He still remembers his years with Hydra vividly, the terrified cries and screams, titanium wrapped tightly around innocent throats, lifeless eyes, blood, so much blood, fire, gunshots, explosions. He was hyperventilating when you walked into the common area. Having a full-on panic attack as he stared at his hands, shaking, and mumbling, “It was still me. It was still me. It was still me.”

“Bucky?” You approach him slowly, unsure if you were being cautious for his sake or yours. You clear your throat, ”James?”

He freezes slightly, eyes watching from the corner, trained on your feet as you round the couch. He presses his back further into the sofa behind him, hands gripping the floor beneath him for purchase.

You pause at the corner, looking down at the broken man on the floor. “I am James Buchanan Barnes. Sergeant with the 107th, 32557038. I am James Buchanan Barnes.” You slowly kneel next to him. His rambling fades lower. “3255…” His eyes dart to you and back at the floor. “70…” You scoot a little closer. “38.” He wills himself to look at you. “I’m sorry,” his whisper comes out shaky, eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry.” You shake your head and pull him into a tight hug. He clutches onto your shirt and cries into your chest. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” You rub his back.

“They made me take you.”

You brush your fingers through his hair. “I know.”

He pulls away to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You wipe his tears. “I forgive you.” He breaks again, this time though, it is relief that fills his eyes before he buries it back into your shoulder and holds onto you for dear life. He cries himself to sleep, and you continue to hold on, leaning your cheek on the top of his head.

Sam and Steve enter the kitchen in need of water, Sam panting as he downs his glass. Steve smiles at his friend as he leisurely sips his own. Steve opens his mouth to poke fun at Sam’s endurance when a deep sleep-filled breath grabs their attention. “I got him, I’m sure you need a moment to catch your breath,” Sam says sarcastically and sets his glass in the sink before crossing to the living area.

Steve lets out a soft chuckle. “I could use a shower,” he shrugs.

“Steve.” Sam stares down at the two of you still wrapped in each other’s arms, though you are now snuggled into Bucky's chest as he leans into the corner of the sectional, protectively holding onto you. “Sorry, man,” Sam apologizes to Steve as he joins him.

"It's like our childhood all over again."

"Maybe there's a reasonable explanation for this."

"Either way, Tony's not going to like it," Steve says with a shake of his head.

"Not going to like what?" It comes out in a raspy whisper as you stretch and look back at the men over your shoulder. They stand in shock, unsure how to proceed. You look around, realizing where you are and then look at the man beneath you. "Oh, right." You quickly get up, "Let's just not tell Tony." You push past both men as you make a mad dash for your room, hiding your face as it burns with embarrassment.

Bucky startles awake with the slam of your door. He lets out an exasperated sigh as he climbs to his feet, “I’m not going for a run.”

“Neither are we.” They keep a close eye on him as he crosses to the kitchen.

“You know I could have killed you, standing over a guy as he sleeps, lucky I wasn't armed," he mumbles. "What’s wrong with you?” He grumbles as he grabs himself a protein bar from the cupboard.

“I have the same question for you. Your best friend pines over a girl for years, and we find you wrapped up in an embrace, sleeping with the woman of his dreams out in the open.” 

“Seriously?” Steve stares at Sam like he revealed his deepest secret.

“It’s not like she’s in the room, man.”

“We’re not sleeping together, and it wasn’t a romantic embrace or any other kind of embrace. We were... She--" He lets out a frustrated groan. "Never mind, you wouldn’t understand.” Bucky exits the room before they can say anything more.

Sam turns to Steve, still staring at him. “What?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Maybe we read into it.” 

The following night Steve woke with Bucky, and instead of sitting with him in the living room, he suggested they hit the gym.

You turned to your dream catchers, the newest wrapped in black suede, weaved with black sinew and gold beads. It was time to add feathers, and you couldn’t decide if you should add navy blue and red or even gold to the bunch of black feathers you had already carefully selected.

“I can’t do this anymore. I need a shower.” Bucky turns to leave.

“Come on, Buck.”

“No, you want to talk, let's talk. Stop pretending this is anything more than that.” 

“Bucky, I’m just trying to help.”

"No, you're upset with what you saw yesterday and I know, I heard you and Sam talking, if Tony would have walked in, I wouldn't have woken up." He grabs a towel from the bench. “Maybe it would have been for the best. None of this changes anything.” He storms out and returns to his room, though just as he steps into the hallway, he is hit with a fond memory. One of hardly any he has of his time with Hydra, he leans into the memory, drawn closer to your soft, melodic humming.

You lay on your back in the tall grass, watching a meteor shower. “You know you’ll get in trouble if they find out.”

“Their torture is better than hearing you go on and on for weeks on end about a bunch of stardust,” he grumbles from his perch behind you on the back of a quad. Successfully masking the fact he enjoyed your company and the show in the sky.

“That’s not true,” you whisper, “you forget they have me observe and—” You sit up, hugging yourself. “I know you have nightmares.”

He snaps a branch he had been absentmindedly fiddling with. “We should head back.”

You quickly turn around on your knees, “No, please. I don’t want to go back, not yet.” You spot the discarded branch and pick it up. “I can make you something. It will help with your nightmares.” Your chin quivers as you fight to hold back your tears.

He checks over his shoulder, sighing heavily when he turns back and gives you a quick nod.

You take the lantern next to Bucky and comb the beach for materials, Bucky sticking close to your side. You find plenty of feathers scattered along the pebbles and grass. You kneel on the ground in your tattered skirt, wincing as the varying rocks and debris dig into your skin. “What are you doing?” You look up, studying the man above you for a moment, and then you return to the pebbles, “I need one last thing. Do you see these bits of colour? It’s sea glass. I love these pretty blue ones, my favourite colour.” You hold up a small piece of glass the same colour as his eyes.

He catches the blush tinting your cheeks before you can hide your face and kneels beside you on one knee. “How many do you need?”

“I need one red one, but it has to be at least this big.” You hold up your thumb and forefinger about the size of a dime. “It’s the most important piece.” Bucky sweeps a hand through the pebbles and helps you search. “You keep looking, I’ll get this started.” You tuck the feathers into your sleeve as you pick at a loose thread on your skirt. In spite of your careful movements, the thread breaks, and yet you continue to collect more. When you finally gathered what you needed, there was a wide slit into your skirt. You knot the ends together, blow out the candle in the lantern, and dip the material into the wax.

“Are you done?” Bucky feigns annoyance as he relights the lantern and moves it closer to himself, a safe distance from you.

You let out a quiet giggle. “Two questions, do you trust me? And can I borrow a couple of things?” You cautiously reach for the tact knife on his thigh. Bucky eyes your hand and readjusts his position, pushing his thigh into your palm as he rakes his fingers through the pebbles again, seeking a suitable piece of sea glass. “I don’t understand why you need all of these straps,” you take hold of one of the offending straps on his tact suit and bring up the knife. You look at him for consent. His jaw clenches as he gives you the same quick nod he did when he agreed to stay longer. Watching you from the corner of his eye as you gently cut through the leather strap and unfasten the other end. “I need one more.” He gives you better access and you repeat your actions as he returns to his search. When you finish with his knife, you place it back in the sheath and gather all your materials.

You wander back to your spot in the grass, humming a tune and get to work. Picking up the discarded branches, you braid them, form a circle, and tie the ends together with the waxed thread. You wrap the branches with the leather straps and begin to weave a web within the circle of wrapped branches with the waxed thread already attached. Bucky makes his way back to you, keeping quiet so as not to disturb you. “Did you find it?” He holds out a perfect piece of sea glass, larger than a dime, maybe even a nickel. Your smile fills him with warmth, and he struggles to hide the twitch of his lip. You'll never know he found plenty of red bits that he deemed unsuitable. Whatever piece he found needed to be perfect, like you in his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he stands and returns to his perch on the back of the quad, taking out his tact knife to pass the time. You wrap the sea glass into the final weaves, knotting the end in the web and securing the sea glass a little more until you run out of thread. You let out a huff as you hold out the dream catcher. “It’s not the greatest, but, it should do.”

Bucky takes the dream catcher, admiring the finished product. “What do I do with it?”

“Smuggle it back in and hang it by your bed.”

“They won’t let me keep it.”

“Hide it under your pillow?” You shrug.

 “What about here?” He opens his jacket and tucks the dreamcatcher close to his heart.

“Well, I guess the straps are good for something.” You smirk.

“You can come inside if you like.” You heard him, thought he would return to his room, but his footsteps slowed and altogether stopped between your rooms.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“You’re not.”

“Did you make all these?” You nod. “Gorgeous.” His fingers brush the feathers attached to one of the dream catchers. “Softer than mine.”

“You remember it?”

“It gave me hope,” he moved to your bed and sat down. “When I helped you escape, left you at that facility,” he swallows a lump in his throat. “They stripped me down to wipe me, found it in my gear. They took it and burned it in front of me.” His eyes filled with tears. “I used to look at it every night. Hid it under my pillow, like you said. Carried it with me everywhere.”

“Did it help?”

He nods. "It reminded me of you. A bright light in all that darkness.”

You turn back to your desk, pick up the dream catcher you were working on, and join Bucky on the end of your bed. ”I didn’t think you made it out of there with the other.” You hand him the new dream catcher, inspired by his new arm, the black and navy-blue feathers hung with gold sinew and red beads to tie in his new tact suit. “And you can actually hang this one without fear of anyone confiscating it.”

The tears fall freely as he accepts the gift. He tries to give you a smile, sniffles and wipes away the tears with the back of his hand. “Thank you.”

You pull him in for a hug. “I can make you a small one for your keys that you can carry everywhere.”

“I won’t need it, I’ve got you.”

“Do you now?”

“I’ve also got this.” He removes a small object from his pocket, the sea glass he found. He takes your hand and places it inside. “It’s not blue.”

“This one is more special. You found it.”

"For you."

You turn the glass over in your hand. "Did you know that penguins search for the perfect pebble to gift to their love?" You turn to kiss him softly, you meant to aim for his cheek, and he looked up last minute. When you pull away, he follows and deepens the kiss.

Steve lifts his hand to knock on your door, pausing when a soft moan escapes your lips. “James.” His heart breaks as he tears himself away from your door. I guess his best friend is willing to risk it all for you, and this moment is what solidifies his choice to go back in time.

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[literaryavenger]

Heartbroken

Summary: Tony helps you through your first heartbreak.

Pairing: Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter!female!reader

Warnings: Fluff. Language cause why not. Reader is hurting. Tony is an angel. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I wanted some soft dad Tony and this came out. The end is a little rushed, I didn't know where I wanted it to go but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it!

Masterlist

You exited the elevator and made your way through the living room, not sparing anybody a second glance.

You went straight to your room and slammed the door behind you, leaving all of the avengers that were currently in the living room in a shocked silence.

That wasn’t like you.

You're a cheery and positive teenager that never misses a chance to hang out with your favorite group of superheroes.

Even during your bad days, you at least said hi and chat a bit before going to your room, so your behavior today as you came home from school leaves everyone worried.

They all know high school isn't easy, but it somehow never affected you much.

Maybe because you grew up in the spotlight, being a Stark.

You were the perfect combination of Pepper and Tony, smart and driven, sarcastic and confident, sweet and supportive. Really just a ray of sunshine in everyone’s life.

Everybody at Midtown High knows who you are and every student you meet gets surprised by how nice you are to anyone that approaches you, everyone expecting you to be a stuck up bitch.

You talk to and befriend anybody who’s nice to you, but you spend most of your time with Peter, Ned and MJ.

Speaking of which, while everybody stares at the door you just disappeared through, Peter enters the room through the window, a feat that not everyone is used to yet.

"Damn it, bug boy, stop doing that!" Sam almost yells, never failing to get startled by his abrupt entrances.

"Sorry, Mr. Falcon, sir." he says sheepishly while Bucky snickers like every other time, but before they can start bickering like always, Tony addresses Peter.

"What’s wrong with my daughter, Spider-ling?" he says in a serious tone, despite the nickname he can’t seem to get tired of.

"I don’t know, Mr. Stark. She was fine during lunch, but when school ended she was nowhere to be seen. We were suppose to meet at the exit like always but she rushed home alone. That’s why I’m here, I was worried." the more Peter talks the more Tony gets worried.

It wasn’t like you to not show up to do something you planned to do with someone else, let alone without giving a reason or at least a warning first.

Tony has heard enough so he gets up from his seat and walks towards your room, knocking twice, then once and then three times fast, a secret knock you came up with when you were little designed just for him.

He hears a faint ‘come in’ and, with furrowed eyebrows, he enters your room, finding you sitting on the bed hugging your knees to your chest.

Without saying a word he comes in, shuts the door and sits next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders. You shift to put your head in his chest and, when hug him as tightly as you can, Tony can actually feel his own heart breaking at the sight.

His little ray of sunshine, crying her heart and soul out and there's nothing more he can do but hold you. So he holds onto you just as tight as you are, willing himself not to let his own tears fall at seeing you so broken, needing to be strong for you.

After you calm down a bit, he can’t help himself as he asks "who do I have to kill?"

He feel a little better when he hears your little giggle against his chest, but he's still very worried and you both know he wasn’t entirely kidding.

He doesn’t rush you into talking, giving you time to put together your thoughts before starting to explain.

"I’ve been seeing someone..." you start, sitting up straight, sniffling, and he already doesn't like where this is going. "I’m sorry I haven’t said anything, mom knows though…"

"Of course she does." he mumbles, a little offended you would tell her and not him, and Tony Stark was never one to not voice his thoughts. "Why didn’t you tell me?" he was clearly hurt, pouting a bit just to amuse you. You giggle again as you answer.

"I’m sorry, but I know what you would’ve said: ‘You’re not allowed to date until you’re 65’" you try to imitate him with a deep voice that makes him chuckle.

"Damn right you can’t!" He says and you lighten up a little at his laughter and keep talking.

"I was going to introduce you soon, I swear! But then…" your smile falls and you can’t stop the few tears that escape. "Today, while I was waiting on Peter, I saw him…"

You trail off and he holds your hand giving you an encouraging squeeze but still not pushing you. Then, in the smallest voice he’d ever heard you use, you finish your sentence. "He was kissing another girl…"

He wished you hadn’t finished the sentence. You start crying again, quieter than before, but it still broke Tony’s heart.

"Oh, honey…" He wraps his arms around you again, mentally planning how to kill and dispose of the body of the little prick, when he hears you again, your voice barely a whisper.

"It hurts, dad… why does it hurt so much?" you still couldn’t stop crying, barely able to finish the sentence.

"I know, Tinkerbell." The use of your childhood nickname made you smile against the tears, the memory of how it came to be coming to the forefront of your mind.

You were about 6 years old, watching Peter Pan for the first time with your parents, when you started giggling uncontrollably.

Your parents gave you a funny look, expecting you to be sad at the part where Tinkerbell was dying and worried they were raising a little psychopath.

"What are you laughing at, Junior?" much to Pepper’s displeasure Tony had started calling you that, sustaining that you were turning out to be just like a little version of him.

Your mom disagreed, but was slowly changing her mind, especially after what little six year old you said next.

"Daddy’s just like Tinkerbell: if she doesn’t get attention he dies!" you got out between giggles, making Pepper almost double over laughing as Tony started a tickle attack, a fake offended look on his face.

After that your dad started calling you Tinkerbell, not able to let go of your first sarcastic comment, against him of all people, but secretly very proud.

You were brought back to the present by your dad’s words as he started rubbing your back. 

"I know it hurts now, but it’s gonna get better, I promise. Your first heartbreak is never easy, but the good news is you have your whole life ahead of you to find a guy smart enough to understand how lucky he is to be loved by you and never let you go."

Now, Tony Stark is many things.

He’s a genius, billionaire, former playboy and philanthropist. He’s an entrepreneur, a superhero, a savior. He’s a role model, a caring friend and doting husband.

But, at this very moment, you can’t help but be proud to call him your father.

You wish you could tell him that at the moment, but you can’t find the voice to speak so you make a mental note to tell him later. Right now all you can do is hug him so tight you’re not entirely sure he’s able to breathe, but he doesn’t make any attempts to make you let go.

The next couple of hours are spent between hugs, words of encouragement and Tony trying everything he can to make you laugh.

When he succeeds in lifting your spirits, you both make your way to the living room where all of the Avengers are now, Pepper included. You sit next to her and she wraps her arm around you, having already been updated on the situation, of course.

Everyone else seemed to have come to a mutual understanding of not pressing the matter, knowing you’ll open up when you’re ready and not wanting to upset you again now that you’re back to your cheery self.

You’re glad nobody’s asking any questions, acting like nothing happened, exactly what you need right now.

You spend the rest of the day with your family, forgetting all about your broken heart, realizing you’re better off without him.

At one point your dad whispers to you "I still need the name of the little jerk, so I can fuck him up" and you can’t help but laugh, more glad than ever to be lucky enough to be a Stark.

#avengers x reader #tony stark #peter parker #pepper potts #avengers x platonic!reader #y/n stark #tony stark x daughter reader #dad!tony stark #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #sam wilson #avengers au #avengers x platonic reader

[mymelodymia]

Hey how u doing? I’m in love with your fics btw they’re like my bedtime stories🥰

I saw that you haven’t written morgan much in ur fics so i have some ideas of a fic (or fics) you might like where y/n & morgan bonding with tony through the years. They’re a lot you can do them as parts or oneshots or one big oneshot it’s up to u really. y/n can be she/her or gn.

-12yo y/n asking tony to hold newborn morgan and he obliged, tears in his eyes watching his firstborn holding his newborn🥹

-4yo morgan & 16yo y/n in morgan’s room having tea party or dressing-up party (or whatever kid-friendly games lol) tony then join them and play along. pepper coming to get them for dinner and see her little family having fun (or one to put makeup on tony and the other style his hair and it’s getting messy haha)

-since pepper out of country for business, tony remains to watch his little troublemakers. But he had a bad day that the house label it ‘daddy’s bad day’. y/n noticed this and telling morgan to draw something to him and give him her best morgan cure ever (hugs). y/n did last remaining assignment as morgan finishes her masterpiece then goes to make hot chocolate for them 3. tony gets emotional about morgan’s drawing and more sappy when she hugs him tight telling him “it’s okay daddy. I love you” *sobs in 3000😭*, y/n sit beside him and hug them both (i mean them on the couch being cuddly comforting their dad🥹) then ends the day with a movie night.

-tony teaching dance to y/n for prom in their living room, morgan busting into them and the 3 dance together with an upbeat music, then morgan asks y/n to dance with her, and tony getting emotional again he’s so proud dad (FRIDAY caught him on 4k crying and sent the footage to pepper and rhodey lol)

-the stark family having an outing after y/n’s graduation, tony reminiscing the old times when y/n was just a baby and being taken care of (tony telling embarrassing toddler y/n moments to morgan. pepper in her Protective Mum Mode telling her kids embarrassing stories about their dad as kind of revenge for her embarrassed eldest *go pep!*)

-y/n being there for morgan’s first school day. morgan being there in y/n’s dorm room putting down boxes. this concept might work as a parallel yk.

one day at night morgan called y/n crying ‘cause she missed her sibling and y/n trying to comfort her😭

-years after all these scenes, the stark family expands with y/n’s little newborn. 12yo morgan asks y/n to hold the baby and tony (the sappy daddy he is) having flashbacks to when y/n holding morgan🥹😭

Yeah, that was a lot lol! idk if you’re busy or smth but if you do pls take your time. and pls tag me on your fics if u don’t mind ofc.

Good times Stark family x stark!reader

Pt 1/10

Summary: all the fun times you had with your little sunshine...morgan

Warnings:

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You woke up at around 10:17 a.m. you went downstairs and no one was there, you expected your parents to still be sleeping given that pepper was pregnant and tony well...he's tony.

You gobbled down a bowl of cereal and went upstairs to check on your parents, passing by the nursery, you saw all of the pink and white, and the smidgen of grey in there too.

You smiled, picturing your baby sister laying in her crib, or on the changing table, or even just playing with her toys. You were so excited to meet morgan. The baby sister you'd always wanted.

You peeked around the corner into your parents bedroom. But no one was there, you checked the bathrooms, the dining room, the kitchen, the living room, heck you'd even checked the garage. But no one was there.

"Friday? Where is everyone?" You asked the AI, starting to panic. "Pepper has gone into labor and is at the hospital with tony." She stated calmly. "What!? Why didn't they get me up!?" You asked her. And she said....

"Actually, tony has left a message for you explaining this" she said as she played it. "Hey kid, i hope your doing alright. It is your first time home alone, but peps in labor and i didn't want to wake you so happy will pick you up when the time comes. And dont worry, youll be here for the birth. Love you baby" you heard your father tell you from on the voice message, he sounded like he was driving and pepper was maybe holding the phone up so it could hear him properly.

"Well tell happy to come get me! I dont wanna miss my sisters birth!" You said running out as Friday contacted happy, you were putting together a comfy outfit. Making sure your sweatshirt was fluffy so that when you held her, she would feel it. You threw on your sneakers and was out the door.

Happy picked you up, and stepped on it. Which made you think you were in a hurry and might miss it, but luckily, you didn't.

You ran into the hospital room, immediately being greeted with tony and peppers soft eyes. You ran over to pepper, taking her hand in yours. "Hey mamuh, you doing alright?" You asked her, gently caressing her arm.

"Yes, thank you munchkin" that was peppers nickname for you, she loved saying it, and you were determined to pass it down to morgan and possibly your children some day.

"How dilated is she?" You asked looking up at tony. "Shes currently 8 centimeters dilated"

"What?? Oh thank god i didn't hit the snooze button." Everybody chuckled at your joke.

After a while, she was fully dilated and ready to push. The nurses and doctors instructed her on what to do, while you and tony were at her sides cheering her on and comforting her.

"You got this mamuh, there you go! Come on." You and tony kept repeating these words until morgan was officially born <33333333

It took another few minutes for you and tony to be able to hold her though. But when tony held his second daughter on his chest, the man was crying with joy.

Though he was iron man, and acted like he was the Is toughest guy on the planet, he was actually a very delicate flower.

You tapped his shoulder, getting his attention. "Daddy, can i hold her now?" He immediately gave little Mo to pep and folded your arms in the correct way. After he finished this task, he took his baby and placed her gently in her big sisters arms.

You looked down at her and she looked up at you. You both stared into each others eyes for a while. Tonys eyebrows fell back, he felt a tear run down his cheek. He quickly whipped out his phone, holding it sideways he recorded you both for at least 5 minutes straight.

You smiled at her, letting out a small giggle in awe, and she cooed at you. Making you smile bigger, which made her smile, and all of this reminded tony of his first moments with you, as if you were him and she was you, it flashed before his eyes on how fast his little girl was growing up.

He didn't want the same for morgan, he wanted for both of you to stay like this forever. He wasn't going to let the first few months of little Mo's life off of his mind for a long time. He made the mistake with you, and when time went by so fast, he wanted to go back and not mess it up this time. He took an oath to remember these moments with morgan, it didn't matter if he was soothing her cries, or feeding her, or even bathing her. He wasn't going to let any of it go. Ever.

You looked up at tony, who was balling his eyes out. You giggled and leaned to the side to hug him. He began sobbing into you, holding you tight, pep definitely snapped a photo of this >:) she's gonna show it to everyone ehehhehehehehe

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You came into Morgans room, the baby pink walls were covered in her drawings and photos. You sat down at the table that was seven times too small for you.

She was having a tea party with her stuffed animals, her ginormous panda bear plush sat in a chair, along with a elephant pep had gotten her, and a lion you had got for her.

"May i join the tea party m'lady?" You asked her in a strong British accent, "of course madam" she responded, trying her best to recreate the accent. Pretending to pour some tea in a cup in front of you.

you took a plastic cup she just "filled". Making a loud slurping sound. She giggled at this. (I wanna hear it so bad)

She eventually talked you into wearing a giant pink hoop skirt. (Even though she simply asked and you did it because you cant resist those big beautiful little eyes of hers) Which she had a smaller version for her.

after a while, tony walked in and paused seeing his both his daughters on the floor, in giant hoop skirts, having a tea party. A smile danced on his lips.

Morgan ran behind him and shut the door, locking it in the process 😈😈😈

"Wacha doing, and why did morgan just lock the door....wait who taught you to do that?" He said turning to morgan, who had her arms behind her back innocently "i did." You said raising your hand.

Tony eventually joined in on this tea party. And after begging for like 10 minutes, he put on a hoop skirt as well, and you ran out of the bedroom, getting caught on the locked door. And returned with makeup. "Uh-no." He said pointing a finger at you. You gave him puppy dog eyes, and so did morgan "....fine." you and her cheered before high-fiving.

While morgan did his hair in very odd shapes and styles, you did his makeup, badly....like, INTENSE blush. And bright blue eyeshadow. And red lipstick, you know.

Then pepper walked in to inform her family that it was dinner time. But saw all of you in giant skirts, and tony in a the best ponytail you can do with three inches of hair, and a tiara of course 😄 and you doing his makeup.

She chuckled at this, and especially tonys vulnerability to his girls. "Dinners ready, come on" she said before leaving the room. "Dont worry dad you look amazing"

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You had noticed that your father had a pretty bad day at work, and decided to help him out a bit with the help from Morgan.

"Hey mo. Daddy had a rough day at work, and he misses mommy, lets call it 'daddys bad day' and i want you to draw him something with all of your skill, and then give him the best bad day cure ever! hugs" you whispered that last bit to make it more dramatic for her.

She ran across her bedroom to grab her crayons and a few papers, and immediately got to work, creating her best piece yet!

You looked at it, then back at her and high-fived her for her amazing drawing skills. You had the milk on the stove and the chocolate in the microwave being melted. (You really think that you would make him instant hot cocoa on daddys bad day? Didn't think so)

You watched as tony came downstairs from his hot shower, that was long as well. And watched him immediately plop down on the couch, putting his hands over his face.

Morgan climbed onto the couch and tapped his shoulder getting him to look over at her, his hands floating midair.

"I made you something daddy" she said handing him the paper. He took one look at it and immediately smiled, looking back at morgan he saw she was handing him another paper. "And this ones you and mommy" she said pointing at the two people hugging underneath a rainbow in a meadow of flowers.

He was already quite emotional from his hard day, he felt his eyes water. Little Mo noticed this and wrapped her small arms around his neck, squeezing him as hard as she could,

"Its okay daddy...i love you" he let out a small sob and threw his arms around her waist. "I love you too, my sweet girl".

You walked over and sat down on the couch on his opposite side. Setting all three drinks down on the coffee table in front of you. You leaned into him, you and morgan both squeezed the life out of him.

You turned on a movie, and after you finished your drinks, you and morgan passed out in your fathers caring arms.

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A/N: AAAAAAAAAAA! I love writing for morgan so fricking muchhhhh 💕🥰😘🩷 and I'm trying to tag you I swear, it's not workingggg 😭😭😭 this has happened before just give it a few days maybe 🙃

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Hired Gun

Bodyguard! Loki x y/n Stark reader

18+| this fic contains smut and adult themes. Please do read the warnings as there are other warnings in later parts. Also angst

Part 3 Part 4

You and Loki didn’t speak much for the rest of the day following your tiff in the car apart from small nods of acknowledgement aimed at one another in front of the company of others mostly to not rouse suspicion. You were unable to understand his behavior, too busy allowing your own feelings to cloud your judgment. You wondered whether you were coming across as too clingy considering he was only in search of a quick lay, not the prospect of dating. Maybe you had simply been too wrapped up in your own ideologies that you failed to consider Loki’s point of view, whatever that was.

Despite still not being on the best of terms with Loki, you fell asleep quickly, deciding not to worry about him anymore.

By the next day, he was back to sneaking into your room, neither of you apologising, neither of you confessing that there was some kind of deep attraction between you both, one that excused the lack of apologies and explanations, one that meant you could be having a falling out one minute and then be wrapped around each other the next, one that meant that regardless of the circumstance, in these stolen moments of bliss, it was only the two of you that existed.

From the moment Loki walked into your room, it didn’t take long for his lips to be on yours. Once again you were tugging each other's clothes off, Loki pushing you back against the bed as his lips moved across your jaw. He settled against the bed too, lips traveling back to yours as the kiss grew more intense, more passionate. Your bodies were flush against eachothers as Loki’s hand found your lower back, pulling you even closer to him.

You laid against the bed, legs splayed open as you touched yourself to the view of Loki on his knees between your legs doing the same. His hand curled into a fist before he ran it up and down his length, breath ragged as he looked down at you. Your eyes ran up his body, his muscles taut as he fought off his orgasm. The veins in his neck were protruding as he bared his teeth, still palming himself. His eyes met yours as he brought his hand to his mouth, spitting on it before bringing it back down around his cock.

He tried to focus on the sight of your slick folds as you drew fast circles on your clit but his gaze kept drifting upwards to your face. Beautiful he almost smiled to himself, his thumb spreading the mixture of precum and saliva down his shaft. He almost lost control when your hips began to buck, almost whining for him to fuck you. Using his free hand, he pushed you back down against the bed before he moved lower down it, positioning his head between your thighs. Before he even had the chance to dart his tongue out and taste you, your hand nestled onto the back of his head, pushing him down against your heat. Loki practically growled against you, flattening his tongue against your pussy as you rocked your hips against his face. The room was loud with your moans as Lokis tongue entered you, coaxing out your arousal before he spread it around your clit, wrapping his lips around it. You removed your hand from his hair, aware that you were gripping it tightly before Loki grabbed your hand, guiding it back to his hair. You pulled it again, Loki working faster on your clit as you did so as if his obsidian locks were the reins of a stead. You felt increasingly wet, Loki’s tongue knowing no depths as it explored you, splitting you, pleasuring you. You felt the coil deep inside you snap, Loki tugging your clit between his lips as you ground your hips against his face. Feeling too sensitive, you pushed his head away before he began kissing your inner thighs. When he eventually glanced up at you, noticing how still you were, he couldn’t help his smile.

“Are you okay up there?” He near chuckled.

You spared him a glance before noticing your juices coating his face. The sight aroused you further as you pulled him to kiss you, sucking on his tongue as you tasted yourself against him. He drove you feral, your hands still combing through his hair as you kissed him. He eventually broke the kiss, moving his body back down the bed and positioning his head back between your thighs.

After another orgasm, you eventually enticed Loki inside of you, both of you panting as he entered you. You felt all his body weight against you as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, driving himself further inside of you. The feeling was comforting. You relaxed against the bed, allowing him to fuck you before his movements slowed, his hands travelling over your body. You were almost trapped under him, his hands clinging onto you.

“God, you’re like a cat in heat.” You commented as he rutted against you, his moans ringing erotically in your ear. You rested one of your legs down against the bed before Loki positioned it back against him, prompting you to wrap it back around him as he thrusted into you slowly. “What’s wrong?” You decided to ask, his desire for closeness almost unfamiliar.

“What?” He spoke, lifting his head from the crook of your neck.

“You’re clinging onto me like I’m going to dissolve.” You smiled.

“Sorry.” He answered.

“No, don’t apologise, I’m just asking.” You dismissed.

“Why?” He queried, knitting his brows as he looked at you “let me guess, because you care?” He spoke sarcastically.

“What if I do?” You continued to smile as Lokis expression fell, his usual resolve returning.

“Well don’t.” He stated.

“Loki.” You sighed.

“Y/n.”

“Why are you being like this?” You huffed.

“Because I-I can’t.” He exhaled, unspoken words clearly on the tip of his tongue.

“Can’t what Loki? What can’t you do?” You stressed.

Fall in love he sighed inwardly before speaking

“Us.This. I don’t know.” He exasperated, pulling out of you.

“You don’t know?” You puffed.

“No.”

You narrowed your gaze at him for a second before rolling over and facing away from him as he facepalmed, thinking about yesterday's conversation, how you said he liked you. He did, he could admit that to himself now but how did you know. Regretting the past few moments, he laid behind you, wrapping an arm around you as he spooned you.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, catching you off guard.

“You’re choosing now to apologise.” You answered, figuring it was for yesterday too.

“I’m sorry” he repeated “it’s just—” he began before pausing. He wanted to say that you were right, that he did like you. That his heart had betrayed his head and craved to be kept by you. That when he first met you he had his opinions about you and that everyday since, you had been changing his mind, proving him wrong. That the way you made him feel infuriated him in the best way but alas, he stupidly settled on—

“You can’t deny your privilege.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat up as you remembered yesterday's conversation.

“So you’re angry because you work for my dad? Quit then.”

“You know I can’t do that, the fact that you can’t see why I can’t is the problem.” He tutted.

“Yeah because us screwing and arguing provides soo much job security.”

“We—we’ll stop then.” He spoke quietly as you quickly turned to face him, an overwhelming sadness suddenly consuming you as you looked into his eyes, thinking about the prospects of never doing this again with Loki because annoyingly this wasn’t just sex anymore, it was connection, it was lov—

“Alright” you agreed, eyes glassy as you silenced your racing mind “we’ll stop.”

Lok realising he’s just missed out on the best pussy of his life 😭😭 this story is basically Loki not being able to be with y/n because they’re from different classes or something like that I think. I think he’s sad because y/n’s dad like funded the war he was in or something. I get confused too 🤣🤣🤣 I just wanted some smut

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Marry Me, Today And Every Day - Peter Parker X Female (Stark) Reader

Title: Marry Me, Today And Every Day

Peter Parker X Female (Stark) Reader

Additional Characters: Tony

WC: 1,080

Warnings: Nervousness, and almost burning an apartment down

Peter shifted nervously in his seat, Tony staring at the young man expectedly.

"What did you want to ask me, Underoos?" Tony asked and Peter gulped.

Peter wants to propose to his longtime girlfriend, Y/N. Who happened to be Tony Stark's eldest daughter. Peter and Y/N had been dating for the past eleven years. They had started dating when they were both sixteen, having originally met at Midtown High. Their relationship went long-distance; when Y/N went to MIT while Peter attended Empire State University. Peter loved Y/N so much, and Y/N him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but there was a problem: he had to get Iron Man's blessing.

"I wanted to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage." Peter blurted out.

Tony blinked. "You're twenty-six, Peter," he said, looking up from his phone. "That's a little young to be thinking about getting married."

Peter shrugged. "We've been together since we were sixteen. We know each other inside and out. I think it would be great for us to be husband and wife. Besides, we both have jobs, and we have my apartment, so we can support ourselves."

"Are you sure that's what you want? You'll never hurt my little girl?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

He was taking this rather well, Peter noted.

"No! No, I'm positive!" Peter insisted. "Y/N is amazing. She's smart, she's beautiful, and she's perfect for me. I don't want anyone else."

Tony sighed and stood up, walking over to Peter. He placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Then you have my blessing." Tony smiled warmly at Peter.

"Thank you, sir," Peter said, smiling back.

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Biting his lip, Peter knocked on Y/N's apartment door. Holding the flowers in his hands, he made sure to take deep breaths. He was surprising his girlfriend, planning on proposing to her.

The door opened slowly, revealing Y/N. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Peter.

"Peter!" she exclaimed in surprise, a smile crossing her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, opening the door wider to let the young Spiderman in.

Peter toed off his shoes and tugged off his coat. "I thought I'd surprise you." He spoke simply.

Y/N shook her head, eyes falling to the flowers in Peter's hand.

"Oh wow," she breathed. "These are gorgeous."

Peter smiled at her, kissing her cheek. "I brought you these."

She took them, holding one of the roses in her hands. Peter smiled adoringly at her. He had missed her for the two months she was away. But, he only has to wait a couple more months, and Y/n can come back home to New York. Back home to him.

"Do you like them?" Peter asked.

Y/N nodded. "They're beautiful."

Peter smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too," Y/N whispered, nuzzling her nose with his.

"So, do you wanna go somewhere special tonight? Or should we stay in?" Peter asked softly, eyes closed, relishing the moment.

Y/N looked at him curiously. "Why don't we stay in? We haven't seen each other in so long."

Peter's heart skipped a beat. That sounded wonderful to him. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Y/N kissed his cheek, then took his hand. "Let's go."

Peter followed her into their bedroom. They laid down on the bed, cuddling up close to each other, a movie playing softly in the background.

"You smell nice," Peter commented, inhaling her scent.

"Thanks," Y/N replied with a laugh, kissing his neck.

Peter smiled goofly. "You're welcome."

They lay there, talking quietly until they fell asleep.

He'd definitely ask her tomorrow.

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Peter woke up early, feeling refreshed. It was a Saturday morning, and he was just finishing breakfast. The roses he gave Y/N are in a vase on the counter. Peter was trying to cook his girlfriend a nice breakfast meal, but he wasn't very good at it.

"Good morning, Peter," Y/N greeted, surprised at the sight of Peter cooking in the kitchen, but nonetheless wrapping her arms around him, resting her head in between his shoulder blades.

"Hey, baby," Peter replied, turning around and kissing her forehead.

"How did you sleep?" Y/N asked, biting her lip, looking up at the secret Spider hero.

Peter shrugged. "Pretty good."

“Especially, when I was beside you!” Peter spoke, tickling Y/N’s side.

Y/N laughed, jumping away from his tickling fingers, ticking him back in revenge. Peter stumbled away, before gently grabbing Y/N by the waist and holding her close as they both calmed down.

"Did you have a dream?" Y/N asked, rubbing her fingers along his chest.

Peter frowned, remembering his dream. He hadn't had any dreams lately.

"Actually, I did," Peter spoke, clearing his throat.

Pulling out the small red velvet box from his back pocket, Peter dropped onto one knee. "Y/N Stark, will you marry me?"

Y/N stared at Peter, mouth agape. "Are you serious?" She asked, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Peter nodded, biting his lip nervously. "Yes, I am."

"Oh my God, yes!" Y/N squealed, dropping down and hugging Peter tightly. "I love you so much!"

Peter hugged her back, smiling. "I love you too, Y/N."

Y/N pulled back, wiping her eyes. "I am so happy."

"Me too, I am so happy you said 'yes'." Peter stood up, taking Y/N's hand.

Y/N opened her mouth to reply, but her eyes landed on the stove. "Peter! The pancakes!"

Peter's eyes widen and he quickly turns to the stove and moves the pan, turning the stove off in the process.

"Oh, come on. I wanted to make this breakfast perfect." Peter pouted, slouching his shoulder.

Y/N smiled, clutching his arm in both of hers. "It's fine, Peter, I know a place that makes some killer Spiderman-themed donuts." She spoke and Peter turned to her with a huge smile.

"Spiderman-themed?" He asked, and Y/N nodded.

“Yep! I get them sometimes when I’m missing a certain spiderling.” Y/N spoke, watching as Peter’s eyes lit up with pure love.

“You missed me?” He asked, voice in surprise, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"Of course, why wouldn’t I? Anyway, I think we deserve a good donut." Y/N grinned, pulling him closer.

"Sounds good to me," Peter said, kissing her.

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[risentohell]

When Tony finally introduced you to the Avengers it was after The Purple Titan had snapped half the world out of existence. You knew your father loved you even if you didn't know him or had ever met him, he supplied money and kept your abusive mother away from you so you didn't ask questions. That's why when he had kept you in, the best schools, and side projects you wanted; which include judo, karate, ballet, any foreign language you wanted, cooking, and even small medical attendance you didn't ask questions. With all of that helped you to fit in with what was left of the Avengers.

You smiled as Steve patted your shoulder “glad to meet you Y/N.” he said before he left the building, Natasha Romanoff left the room with nothing to say to you, frowning you looked to your dad “they don't like me, I mean I get it i'm not special like all of you but they didn't even try.” you told him as he pulled you into a hug “its okay Dove, just know I love you and your always welcomed to come to the cottage with me and Pepper.” he whispered against your shoulder, you squeezed him harder “I think I want to be alone for a bit Tones I um I mean dad.” you told him as you backed away.

That was two years ago now you were standing on the front porch of Tony’s and Peppers cabin debating on knocking or not. Just as you raised your fist a small child barreled through the door and ran into you. “Morgan…” you heard a female voice call before faltering “Y/N we didn't know you were coming.” Pepper said as she came into view, “i'm sorry Pep its just I wanted to see Tony but… I shouldn't have come, I'll just be going.” you responded the two year old holding you tighter at the knees “no’s mama’s make her stay” she screamed causing you to flinch. “Morgan dear let go, just because daddy talks about them doesn't mean you get to hold them hostage.” Pepper told the small child.

She let go of your legs and grabbed your hand as she looked up at you “are you my sister?” she asked, you smiled and knelt down to her level “lets just say i'm your sibling but you can call me Y/N/N, Morgan” she smiled at you and pulled you into a hug. Smiling, you pulled her tighter against you as a single tear fell down your cheek.

The vision that had just graced you from her touch sending you into somewhat of a shock. A vision of Tony dying at the hands of The Gauntlet to keep Thanos from destroying everything again, of Natasha dying at the bottom of a cliff. You had to do something about it. You promised yourself that day as Morgan clanged to your side or when you tucked her in many weeks later as Tony stood in the doorway and she told you she loved you three thousand you knew you would do anything to keep your family safe, even if you died in the end.

That was almost a year ago. “Y/N are you there, talk to me” Tony said snapping in front of your face “sorry yeah i'm here what were you saying?” you asked. He smiled sadly at you “Y/N, Dove are you okay?” he asked. You shook your head yes as you stood from the dining table “call me if you need anything Tones I um… I'm going to disappear for a while. Make sure Morgan knows I love her three thousand.” you responded before practically running out the door.

“Tony we can fix this we just need your help” Natasha said as he stood up pulling Morgan into his arms “Romanoff I finally have everything I finally wanted and doing this could risk it all” he responded before setting his child down “the table is set for five but no shop talk” and he walked off. You smiled from the computer set you were watching where all of this was happening, “I'll fix it dad, just give me the info I need and you don't have to be involved. You will get to keep your perfect family.”

You time traveled back before Thanos could snap his fingers, right in the middle of the battle at Wakanda “FRIDAY I need a glove” you yelled into your earpiece you had stolen so many nights ago “unauthorized; only Mr.Stark can call for Iron Man” the AI responded ‘shit you thought’ just as Captain America and Tony came on the comms “who’s on the comms” “who the hell is trying to get my gear” you smiled at your dads usage of words “language Stark” you responded with a smirk.

Forgetting the mishap with FRIDAY you picked up a spear and began battling the space scum running at you. “Holy shit who is that, they move like Natasha?” you heard Clint ask in the comms, smiling you continued to pulverize the opponents. When you realized the team was running to the forest you frowned “Thor do you hear me?” you asked, running after them “who is this?” he asked “fuck Thor listen it doesnt matter who I am, GO FOR THE HEAD” you screamed at him through the ear piece “who ever this is get off the comm system” you heard you farther call out before the distinc click of being shut out from the earpieces. ‘fuck really dad’ you mumbled picking up your pace as you through the static ridden device from your ear.

You ran into the clearing to see Thor swing for Thanos’s hand “NO” you screamed as you jumped and grabbed the Titans hand and pulled it away shocking all there “THE HEAD THOR” you screamed again as you plied Thanos’s fingers away from each other “NOW ODISON, TONY HELP ME” just then you were thrown against a tree by Thanos as Tony replaced you and Thor swung his hammer cutting off the Titans head his body falling limp.

‘Who are they?” How did they know to cut off his head?” “where did they come from?” “What do we do with the stones now?” you heard multiple people ask as you faded in and out of conciseness. You smiled as you pushed yourself up against the tree “Tony” you called out in a raspy voice, you felt a hand pressed to the back of your head “where did you come from kid?” you heard your dad ask you and you smiled as your eyes blurred over. The image of all the avengers watching as you tried to answer. “Da da dad ‘I..I l..o.. lov… love yo..you thr… three thous…and’ do..n..t ev..ev..er for…get i..t P..l..ea..se.” you stuttered to him as you drifted off letting the darkness consume you just before pressing the button to return to your own time that was no longer exciting.

Tony sat there shocked as he held empty air “you all saw that right what just happened?” he asked in shocked, staring at the spot you just inhabited. His eyes going to each Avenger then back to the empty space between his arms. “Tony, did they call you ‘dad’?” Steve was first to ask; “how did they know to go for the head?” Wanda, and Thor were next to ask, “no no no I want to know how they could fight like me.” Natasha asked, it clicked for Tony then “Y/N? no!” he whispered. He moved to stand before stumbling away muttering no over and over again as he pulled out his phone.

Ring Ring Ring Ring, you pulled the phone from your night stand and answered it “hello how can I help you?” you asked with a grimace in your voice “Dove are you okay?” you heard someone ask. “Dove? no sorry I don't know who that is you must have the wrong number.” you responded before hanging up and slamming the phone down to go back to sleep.

Tony stood in the Wakanda forest shocked as his phone beeped to a dead line “Stark are you okay?” Natasha asked as she approached the man, he spun on his heel “NO ROMANOFF I'M NOT THAT WAS MY CHILD I JUST WATCHED DIE THEN DISAPPEAR AFTER SAVING US SO NO I'M NO “OKAY”.” he screamed before flying off in his suit leaving them all perplexed. “What was that and what the hell just happened?” Thor asked as he kicked the head lying on the ground. The rest of them strugged their shoulders “who is Y/N?” Natasha asked only to receive more shoulder shrugs.

They found Tony sitting on the steps of the compound hours later after they helped clean up what was left of Wakanda. “Stark, are you going to explain to us what happened or sit there?” Steve asked as they all approached. Tony rose to his feet “I went and saw Steven Strange and he just confirmed my beliefs; Y/N saved us all and doesn't know that I'm their father or that they just saved the universe. Pepper and I will be leaving from now and till forever. Romanoff, Rogers you're in charge please take care of Peter and dont ruin anything.” he finished before walking off to a car parked in the distance.

Three years later “Daddy can you help me make a spaceship?” Morgan yelled from the living room “of course sweaty. What do you want on your sandwich?” Tony called back with a smile. “You know she only wants peanut butter just like her aunty Nat Tony” Pepper called back with a laugh. He grumbled as he slathered the bread with the nutty substance.

Walking in he placed the plate in front of the child “eat up kiddo” he told her as he sat down beside his wife “daddy I love you three thousand.” the young morgan told him. Tony froze at that “three thousand huh” he responded with a smile. Pepper kissed his cheek “three thousand Tony that was more than what she told me.” she whispered into his ear. He smiled “I love you too Morgan.” he finally said with a sad smile as he remembered what you had said.

‘How long did you live with them after the snap? How long were you a part of their lives? And why did you decide to give it all up? He asked himself since Strange didn't have the answers to his questions, why did you give all of this up to live alone with nothing but the monthly paycheck you got from the father you never knew existed.

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I'm With You | 9

Summary: Natasha asks Y/n on a proper date. Wanda makes a confession. Y/n faces complications with the mind stone.

A/N: I know I've said I wouldn't continue this buuuuuuuut here's a new chapter.

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“Y/n,” Natasha breaks the conversation her girlfriend was having with Wanda. The two girls are sharing a laugh as they make their way into the training room. “Can I talk to you?” Y/n looks at her expectantly and Wanda doesn’t disappear. Natasha takes a slow breath to hide her frustration. “Alone, please?” Y/n dismisses Wanda and agrees to go off to the side with her girlfriend. This is possibly the closest thing that they’ve had to alone time since the day that Y/n was released from Bruce and Tony’s observation lab. “I want to take you out on a date,” she says nervously. It was driving her crazy that she was nervous and not sure of herself at all. Natasha couldn't recognize herself anymore. As she prepares to go into a ramble about why, Y/n gives her response. 

“Um, sure, that sounds like fun.” She gives her a small smile and even leans in for a kiss but instead hovers a distance from her. “Text me the details later,” she says and walks away without giving Natasha the kiss her body was begging for. The Black Widow exits the training area to make her plans and the young Stark returns to her friends side. However, Wanda is now upset. “What's the matter?” 

The brunette turns away with a huff. Confused, Y/n follows while trying to grab Wanda's attention again. “I just, I just don't get it!” She finally says as she stops in the middle of the hallway. Y/n is still clueless to the outburst and it only upsets Wanda further. “Gah, you’re so frustrating!” She shouts in her native language. 

“I’m so lost right now,” Y/n responds. 

“That’s the problem!” Wanda exclaims slightly louder. She thought she was being clear. She thought Y/n might feel the same towards her. But her agreeing to go on a date with Natasha after spending endless hours with her was just a slap in the face. 

“Wanda please,” Y/n tries to get her to lower her voice. “Clearly I haven't mastered mind reading. Can you please tell me what's upsetting you so much?” Wanda looks the girl up and down and shakes her head before she scoffs and walks away. Y/n throws her hands up looking around the corridor for cameras. Checking to see if you were being pranked. But, other than the security cameras, there were none. “Unbelievable,” she mutters and walks to her own room. 

Why are the two women she cares about acting so strange? She lays down in a huff. Life was beginning to feel more and more complicated. She falls asleep in a mental battle between her feelings for both women. 

A few hours later, Y/n wakes to soft knocks on her door. Tired, she waves her hand in the air lazily to open the door without leaving the comfort of her bed. “Hey sleepyhead,” Natasha's warm, calming voice causes her to smile as her eyes remain shut. “I was going to see if you wanted to go on that date tonight but you look a bit busy.” She joins Y/n on the bed and she tries to open her eyes but hardly manages. 

“Maybe tomorrow night will work best,” she mumbles and Natasha nods. “I’m exhausted.”

“That’s fine,” she says. She moves hair off of Y/n’s face. “I love you,” she says sweetly. 

“I love you too,” she sighs as she snuggles further into the mattress as she begins to slip again. 

A couple hours later Y/n wakes again to more knocking. Confused to see the empty space next to her, she gets up to search for her girlfriend around the room. Natasha isn't there. The knocking starts again and Y/n makes her way to the room. “Oh, hey wanda.”

“You didn't go on the date,” Wanda states. 

“No,” Y/n replies without elaborating. 

“I think I’m,” Wanda starts but Y/n stops her. 

“Please don't,” she whispers. Not ready to hear the words. “Please, I'm with Nat.”

Wanda shuts her eyes and steps further into the room. “Please listen to me,” she begs. Y/n shakes her head and closes her door behind the woman. 

“No, no, I know what you're going to say. I don't know how I know, but I do. And I can't,” she shakes her head. “It’s not right. We're supposed to be friends.”

“Are we?” She challenges. 

“Yes, I,” Y/n’s words fall short. “Maybe you're just confused.” 

“And what are you?”

“Selfish,” she states without hesitation. 

“Selfish,” she repeats, stepping closer. “How so?” 

“She has finally opened herself up to me. She fought so hard to find me. She rescued me. I can't throw what we have away because of the mistakes that were made in the past.” Y/n points out, feeling desperate. 

Wanda doesn't accept this answer when she knows that the two of them together could be something extraordinary. “I think you deserve more than someone you can't leave because of what they did for you. And she deserves someone that doesn't feel obligated to be with her.”

“I can get back there I just,” Y/n shakes her head again, looking in the distance. There is a painting on the wall behind Wanda that she hadn't known was there before. It was one that Y/n had done for Natasha when she thought she was Natalie. When she was stationed in Italy. Y/n hasn't seen it in years. She didn't even know that Natasha had cared enough to keep it. She never told her about still possessing it. Not even when they were sleeping around once Y/n joined S.H.I.E.L.D. “I can be that person again. If that's what she needs. I have to at least try.”

“Why would you put yourself through that?” Wanda is so close now. Y/n’s back is against a wall as she has taken a step back with every step forward Wanda took. 

“I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I did anything less than try.” She answers with part of her screaming to kiss Wanda right then and there. “What if it were you,” she questions as Wanda places her hand on her cheek. “Would you want me to give up on you? Leave you for someone else?”

Wanda closes her eyes again. After a moment of thought, she backs down. “You're right,” she puts space between the two and Y/n is finally able to breathe. “I hope we can get past this and remain friends,” she clears her throat and wipes her tears. 

“Of course,” Y/n says as she straightens herself out. “I don't think we have to stop being friends because of this. But I could use some space from you. I don't think my relationship with Natasha will have a fair shot if I'm prioritizing time with you over her.” She explains further. 

“I suppose that makes sense. I will do my best to stop taking up all of your time.” Wanda makes her way to the door. “Can I know one thing?” Y/n hums in question. “Do you feel the same?”

Y/n sighs, not wanting to hurt her friend by giving her hope but not wanting to lie to her either. So, she avoids answering at all. “Goodnight, Wanda.” She closes the door behind her friend and walks over to her desk as she uses her computer to start on a new suit design for herself. 

Meanwhile, Natasha is falling breathlessly onto her mattress after finishing on Maria Hill's strap-on. “Here I thought last time was the last time, Romanoff,” the agent jokes as she removes the toy from herself. 

“This one has to be,” she replies, the guilt starting to creep its way through her body. “I’m sorry, but she has my heart.” 

“Nat, we've been doing this back and forth for years. It's just physical, I know. I had a stressful day, you've been insanely stressed, plus things haven't been easy with your girl. I get it, you need to blow off some steam,” the agent dresses as she talks. Getting ready to leave. “I promise to be there for you when things go south with her. You know I always am.” Maria winks. 

“Why do you sound so certain that it’s going to fail?” Natasha asks as she pulls a loose tank-top on. 

Maria smirks, ���Because I know you.” She takes her bag of toys and bids the Black Widow goodnight. Natasha sighs as her insecurities start to make her uncomfortable with herself. She can’t believe that she just had sex with someone that wasn’t her girlfriend. Natasha needed to make the decision right now to not do that again, no matter how hard things get with Y/n. It was time for her to commit and be mature when it came to her love life. She has no idea how Y/n would react if she found out not only about this time but all of the times before. Especially those that occurred while Y/n was in captivity. Being broken and experimented on. She had to die with this secret. Y/n could never find out. Natasha jumps in the shower and hopes that her girlfriend is still fast asleep so she can sneak back into the room without her noticing her absence.

Y/n isn’t in her room when Natasha slips inside. She turns on the light just in case and still finds no sign of  her girlfriend anywhere. Natasha begins to get irritated at the thought that she might be with the new recruit. So she marches around the building in search of Y/n. When she finds her, she is in Tony’s design lab with Tony. The two are all smiles as they work together and the ire that filled Natasha in her search dissipates. 

“Do you know how late it is?” She asks at the doorway.

Y/n shoots her head up from what she was focusing on. “Oh, there you are. I was wondering what happened to you.” Her sweet smile makes Natasha's stomach turn in guilt. But she can't show it. The stone in Y/n's body might rat her out. 

“I couldn't sleep, so I went to the training room and then showered when I started to feel tired. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up.” Natasha walks over to Y/n and kisses her cheek. “Why are you awake?”

“Well, I don't want to alarm you,” she starts. 

“What’s wrong?” Natasha places her hands on Y/n cheeks. “Is it the stone?”

“Kind of,” Y/n answers with caution. “I was confused why I had gotten so exhausted earlier. With the abilities I've gained carrying the stone, I shouldn't even want to sleep. I mean, Pietro and Wanda only do it to pass time at night but their bodies don't require that kind of rest anymore. Same with Steve and Bruce.” She talks as she walks over to the projections of the scans she had done of her body. “So I got my dad and Bruce up to run specific diagnostics on me and we found out that the stone isn't being regulated. It's giving me power in high doses at the same time that is draining me of my natural energy and life sustaining abilities.”

“You’re making a device that can monitor and regulate the stone,” Natasha concludes. 

“Precisely!” Y/n grins. 

“And what's the suit for?” She nods her head in the direction of the metal arm that Y/n was tinkering with when she walked in and motions to the legs that Tony was currently working on. 

“Well, uh, no one knows that I am carrying this stone and it is very important that no one finds out. The suit is for show,” Y/n explains as she sits on the stool to continue her work. 

“What would happen if word got out?” Natasha begins to worry again. 

“We aren't sure, she's keeping quiet about it. But I'm assuming, nothing good,” Tony answers this time. “Y/n, come here. I need you to try these on.” She does as he says and tries on the legs of the suit. His goal is to make the suit as thin as possible so as to not slow her down. While still keeping her protected. He's always experimenting with ways to make his suits smaller and better. Especially after having his life saving surgery and removing the arc reactor from his body. This was helping him as much as it was helping her.

Natasha yawns as she watches the two work out the kinks of the robotic legs. Y/n notices and looks up at her girlfriend. “Sweetheart, go to bed. I'll see you later for our date,” she shoos the ex-assassin to bed. Natasha tries to protest but Y/n wins overall. 

“Okay, fine,” she walks over to the duo and kisses Y/n’s cheek. “Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/n replies then rolls her eyes as Tony starts to make dramatic gagging noises. 

“What? You two are disgusting!” He teases.

“Whatever, see you two later,” Natasha struts away leaving the family to their project. She's happy to have pulled off the interaction without giving away her guilty conscience. Though she's had years of training, she didn't want to have to continue to use those skills with her partner. Unfortunately, those skills will be the only thing saving her relationship.

Several hours later, Y/n is in an operation to add the regulation device into her skull and set around the stone. Natasha doesn't find out about the operation until after her training session is over. She is upset when Steve keeps her out of the operation room. “They all knew you'd try to be in there but you would only get in the way Nat. Let them work, okay?”

“I hate it when you're right.” She mutters.

Steve laughs, “Well, you don't have to hate me on this one. It's all Y/n. She said that there will be a point where it might seem like everything has gone wrong. She saw all of the outcomes that she lived and the outcomes that she died. Surprisingly enough, you are the reason the operation fails.” 

Natasha frowns, that didn't sound at all comforting. “Did she say why?”

Steve shakes his head, “No, but I didn't ask.”

“Oh, okay then. I'll keep myself busy until it's over. Please let me be the first to know when it is.” She pleads. 

“Of course,” Steve says gently. He stops her before she walks off, “I know it's not any of my business. But please, don't pass the time with agent Hill. I saw her leaving your quarters last night. I hope it's the last time that I witness that.”

Natasha is speechless at having been caught. “It is,” is all she can manage with her throat tightening. 

“Good,” Steve smiles and allows her to proceed. 

Once the device is stabilized in Y/n's body, Tony, Bruce, Wanda, and the rest of the medical team step back and hold their breath as they wait to see if the stone and her body will accept the new addition. It might seem odd that Y/n wanted her friend in the operating room instead of her girlfriend after deciding to prioritize Natasha. But the girl wasn't there for moral support. Wanda was there to help place the device. Y/n helped her learn how to make the piece of technology phase through solid objects until she was comfortable enough to have it placed through Y/n's head. The medical team was on standby to save Y/n's life plus monitor the anesthesia and her vitals. Bruce and Tony were there as backup in case they had to go the more invasive route of inserting the device. Luckily, Wanda was successful in her part. 

Y/n’s heart stops for a minute, scaring the three people in the room that care about her. They count the seconds before they can give the signal for the medical team to intervene. When it's getting close to three minutes, her heart starts on its own and her vitals are stable. Everyone is relieved and congratulating each other. Y/n releases herself from the anesthesia and sits up with a grin. “Told you it'd work,” she says. 

They shake their heads at her before collectively hugging Y/n, thankful that she made it through unharmed. Wanda is the last one to let go since Y/n couldn't help but hold on a little bit longer. But she had to remind herself that her friend isn't the person she wants. Natasha is the person she needs to see right now. She is certain that she has found out by now and is probably worried sick. 

“Hey you,” Y/n greets as she finds Natasha snuggling with her pillow in her bedroom. “Are you okay?”

“Why didn't you tell me?” Natasha asks as she releases Y/n's pillow. 

“Because I needed Wanda to focus, she was very nervous,” Y/n sits next to Natasha on the bed. “She's afraid of you, you know?” 

“Good,” Natasha snuggles up to her side. The remark makes Y/n laugh. 

“Why is that a good thing?” 

Not wanting to sound like a jealous girlfriend she doesn't tell her the real reason she'd rather have the telepathic woman fear her. Natasha shrugs. “No reason, I just prefer to be feared.” 

“Of course you do,” Y/n kisses Natasha's cheek. “So, what are we doing for our date tonight?”

Chapter 10

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Chapter 6 - Dark Phoenix II - Emergence of conflagration

Part 1:

“It’s our biggest sighting of Klaue in six months. Our destination is Casablanca, Morocco. We all know he operates mainly in Africa. Our sensors have found Vibranium in the biggest amount yet. Our mission is to retrieve the Vibranium. Klaue has become one of our highest priority targets, if anyone messes up this mission I will fire them myself, understood?” Looked around the room of agents. There were about 10 agents plus Sam and Natasha. “We leave 0500 sharp. Vibranium is the strongest metal on Earth, so prepare yourself.” Everyone stood up and took their files before leaving the conference room. “I’d hate you to be my boss,” Sam walked up to me. “I am your boss,” I chuckled dryly knowing he still doesn’t think I’m his boss. “Okay, fine. Is there anything else for the mission? I’d like to be prepared,” he said and I looked up from the leftover papers. “You know your way around raids, we can use your experience with this many recruits. You have to take this seriously, Sam. I count on you in this one,” I said and he dropped his smile and put on a serious face instead. “Absolutely, thank you for trusting me with this.” I gave him a small smile and patted his shoulder before he left.

“Any notes for me?” Natasha leaned against the table, crossing her arms in front of her chest, a slight smirk on her lips. I looked her up and down before going back to the papers. “Notes… Romanoff, I don’t know if I could give you any useful advice. Just don’t vandalize my mission, I heard that’s kind of your thing,” I said without looking at her otherwise I would have laughed straight away. “Yeah, that’d be fun though. Anyway, I was thinking you and Katarina could come over later. I’ve got something for her,” she suggested and I chucked. “Natalia, you have to stop buying her new stuff every week,” I grabbed the papers and made my way to my office, Natasha following close behind. “But I love seeing her face when she's surprised. Y/n, she stopped abnormally fast, we need to spoil her while we can,” her arm gently snuck around my waist pulling me closer so she could leave a kiss on the side of my head. A smile came along my face feeling so much happiness and calmness in our relationship.

The last 6 months were a growing experience. Natasha and I started going to couples counseling. It was my idea and Nat was pretty skeptical about it at first, she needed some convincing but eventually she agreed to do it. After six months of doing it, she actually became fond of it. It keeps us in line I think.

Natasha and I haven’t moved in together yet which I think was a healthy balance to our relationship. We made sure to build it up securely and honestly, trying to be as independent as possible while also being in a loving relationship.

Of course, we spent all of our free time just us two and Katarina. We always try to spend some quality time together, either going to the zoo or some museum that Katarina could enjoy too.

So that’s been great, I love our relationship and I feel like we will be good.

Katarina had stopped growing fast and since the surgery, her hearing and speaking abilities became better and better. She’s gonna turn 4 in just a month and she’s the most amazing little human. Nowadays, she talks your ear off if you’re not careful enough. It became a tradition that every time Natasha was over at our place, Rina read Nat a chapter of Harry Potter.

Her abilities still don't fail to amuse us. She’s reading like she’s in high school and her vocabulary is insanely high. My dad has offered that he could teach her physics and math but I denied it. She’s 4. I want her to have a childhood. Watch her play the snow carelessly, scrape her knee on the playground, cry because she can’t stay up too late, or smudge her face into her birthday cake. I don’t want her to grow too fast unnecessarily. She deserves every little moment there’s to enjoy.

“What did you get her?” I asked Natasha while we entered my office. She took a seat in my chair very quickly. “A set of the Harry Potter movies. Special edition,” my mouth fell open, and looked right at her. “I wanted to get that for Christmas. Oh my god, you have to stop at least until her birthday. You’re gonna steal all my gift ideas,” I said. I packed away all the files and got my bag. “Fine. Ready to go?” She turned with the chair but did not care to stand up. “Just one more thing,” she stood up and closed the door before turning on the shades in the glass windows. “What are you doing?” I asked and she just walked back to me and took the bag out of my hand, dropping it to the ground, making me gasp. “That’s a really nice bag, why would-“ She cut me off with a kiss. Very unexpected at the moment but not complaining.

Her hands were quick to get a grip on my waist, moving to the edge of the table. I pulled myself back for a second, taking heavy breaths. “We need to pick up, Katarina,” I panted. “We have an hour, calm down,” Natasha kissed down my neck, hands roaming my body. “Thank god, I couldn’t have left this room,” I put my hands on her face and pulled her back into a kiss.

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“I have to make this room soundproof,” I mumbled to Nat as she closed the door behind us. “Maybe next time keep it down a notch,” she bumped her shoulder to mine with a smirk on her face. “Maybe next time-“ “I hate that my office is next to yours,” Maria walked past us.

After I basically ran to the car and Natasha took her sweet time we finally made our way to Katarina’s school and picked her up. I ordered the groceries on the way and once we got to Natasha’s place it just arrived.

Rina ran inside the apartment as Nat chased her while I took the groceries from the delivery guy. “Wow, I’ve never delivered anything to an Avenger, you guys are really cool. Thanks for keeping us safe,” said the man, and I appreciated how nice he said it. “Our pleasure,” I smiled at him. “Is it possible for me to take a picture with you?” He asked a little hesitantly. “Of course, no problem,” I stood next to him and we took a picture before he said thank you and left.

“Was there a problem with the order?” Asked Natasha as I entered the kitchen. “No, he just wanted to take a picture with me. He was really nice,” I said.

Unpacked all the stuff we ordered and after a little while I cooked something real quick, not in the mood to make anything big. We sat down and ate then Nat spoke up.

“I’ve got something for you,” she said, pinching Katarina’s side. The little girl’s eyes widened and a big smile appeared on her face. “Really?” She asked. “Yup, stay here,” Nat stood up and went off to her room and a couple of seconds later walked out with a bag in her hand and a cheeky smile on. “What is it?” Asked my daughter curiously. Natasha handed her the bag and Katarina was quick to rip open the box and when she saw it she gasped loudly.

“Oh my god, yes!” She said excitedly and observed the package of Harry Potter movies like it’s a treasure. “Thank you,” Rina jumped out of her seat and was quick to shower Natasha with hugs and kisses. “You’re welcome, baby,” she kissed her head while hugging her close. “I love you, Natty,” Katarina mumbled against Nat’s shoulder and the smile that pulled on the redhead’s face was remarkable. “I love you too, Bean.”

The rest of the day went by really fast. Clint was nice enough to take Katarina to school so I could go to the mission in time so at 4 am sharp I was already at the HQ, preparing for our departure. Got my guns and knives ready and met with Nat and Sam at the deck ten minutes before 5.

“Be aware of the trainees. I don’t want any of them to mess this up or get killed on my watch, but stick to your mission too. Be safe and don’t do anything stupid,” I said to the two of them. “She’s talking to you,” Sam glanced at Natasha who scoffed at this. “She’s definitely talking to you,” she said. “I’m talking to both of you.”

At 5 we took off with the team, flying straight to Morocco. Our estimated arrival was 6 which was successful thank god because I didn’t want them to slip away this time.

“Sam, I’ve got you new glasses, you have to wear these,” I handed him a box and he took it with a smile. “Wow, a present for me,” he opened it but the smile dropped from his face. “They look the same,” he said. “Yeah, but they have a Vibranium sensor in them. It detects metal, which makes our job a little easier.”

“Okay everyone, it’s showtime. Team R leaves first then Team W and then Team S. Comms are on at all times, you see something you share, yeah? Don’t die,” I said then we were ready to go.

Nat left first with her team then Sam and lastly me. I was very protective of this mission because I’ve been after Klaue for the last six months and he always seemed to be two steps ahead of me.

I neared the main entrance with four agents behind me, Nat and Sam’s teams already making their way inside.

It was a bigger building than these compounds usually look. Security was way more advanced and a lot more guarded. “We can get through, but there are way more guards than we expected, Y/n,” heard Natasha over the comms. “Yeah, I got that. But I’m not leaving until I have Klaue.” “You’re the boss.”

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