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Tony dies and Natasha is devastating by her boyfriend’s death until he comes back as an angel with beautiful wings. I keep things simple so your creativity isn’t withheld. Love your work!

Hello @chuckshurleyfucks

Remember me? You sent me this really great prompt so long ago and I am really sorry this comes after so much time! :( I don’t have much time to write and often I’m away from tumblr for some time. But I told myself that I’ll finish each and every request in my inbox NO MATTER WHAT and I fianlly had the chance to write yours. :)

I really hope it resembles what you desired to read and I can only hope it was worth the wait!

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Release date: 21/04/21

Pairing: Tony Stark x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Tony dies in an accident and Natasha is devastated. After the funeral, however, she has an unexpected meeting with him.

Words count: 3 139

A/N: I guess I could call it a magical AU :)

Warnings: None, maybe a little bit of angst

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I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

This fic is my own work, it is not to be re-posted on this site or posted anywhere else without my knowledge and consent!

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“Tony Stark was a great man,” Rhody’s voice echoed in the capacious room in the Avengers Headquarters. “Despite being Tony Stark”.

Laughter rose among the attendants. Natasha smiled, too. For the first smile since the accident.

A picture of Tony himself filled the giant screen behind Rhody. He turned around and looked at his best friend. Nobody could see but his eyes were watery. Rhody turned back to the crowd.

“Is it me or was his head actually this size?” he said as he pointed at the enormous photo of Tony projected on the wall.

Everyone laughed again. Even louder than before. Natasha’s smile was even bigger.

‘Oh, it was,’ she thought to herself.

After the ceremony was over Natasha retired to their room. She closed the door behind her and leaned upon its massive structure. She stared at the empty bed with an even emptier gaze. It looked bigger now.

Natasha waddled to the wardrobe. She pushed the door and walked inside an even bigger room. The lights turned on automatically. It was Tony and Natasha’s private wardrobe. She walked to the hangers holding Tony’s suits. Natasha slowly slid her hand upon one of them and closed her eyes. She pictured her loved one in it on Wanda and Vision’s wedding. He was smiling, he was laughing, life was flowing through his veins.

‘Congratulations,’ he had said hugging the newlywed couple.

‘Thank you, Mr. Stark’, Vision had replied. ‘Perhaps, sir, now it is your turn,’ he had added nodding towards Natasha.

Tony had looked at his girlfriend across the garden with twinkling eyes. ‘Perhaps, it is,’ he had whispered heard only by the bride and groom.

Natasha opened her eyes and a tear slid down her face. Her skin was still moist from all the preceding crying. She let the tear flow down freely. Its final destination was on her bosoms.

Natasha walked towards another suit. She held it with both her hands and shove her face at it. She took a deep breath and breathed in the leftover aroma from Tony’s perfume. He wore this suit just a week ago. As Natasha sniffed the fabrics she could hear Tony speaking.

“All just for you, my love,” he said while unfolding the blindfold upon Natasha’s eyes.

“Tony,” she gasped at the view of the beautifully decorated gazebo in the garden surrounded by flowers and burning candles.

It was a hot summer night. The air was filled with the sweet scent of the flowers. The discreet light of the candles provided perfect view of the stars above them. Crickets played a lovely concerto.

“Tonight it’s just you and me,” Tony said with tenderness and he literally meant it for the waiters were a few droids from his Iron Legion.

The night was going as planned and Tony knew there was only one final thing missing to make it perfect.

“Nat,” he said holding Natasha’s hands. “There is something I want to ask you. But you need to close your eyes.”

Natasha curved her lips in a smile and closed her eyes. She suspected what was to follow but it still took her by surprise.

“You can open them now,” Tony said with noticeable nervousness in his voice.

Natasha opened her eyes and a specific reflected light crossed her eyes. She looked down and saw the most beautiful diamond upon a ring. Her eyes met with Tony’s. They were sparkling even brighter than the diamond.

“Nat, will you marry me?”

Natasha sobbed. She had taken the ring box out of the internal pocket of the suit jacket. She opened it and looked at the ring. It seemed even more beautiful now. Out of fear not to lose it she kept it there safe during their final mission.

Natasha let it all out. The most gruesome sound exited her. Tears were falling down her face. She leaned towards the wall and slowly slid down. She was panting. The memory was too strong, too vibrant. She laid down completely squeezing the ring box at her chest. She closed her eyes and heard the bombarding again.

Two days ago Tony and Natasha were on what seemed to be nothing more than a routine mission. There was a minor terrorist attack just outside the city in which a small group of people threw grenades and shot at the nearby houses, stores, and cars. Agents of Tony and Natasha’s class weren’t needed at all but Tony had a thing against terrorists, so he couldn’t miss destroying some more. Natasha had joined him in the last moment. She always said he needed her back up, especially on the ground. Besides, she loved watching her future husband kicking ass in his latest Iron Man suit.

Natasha was smiling playfully as she observed Tony far up in the sky threatening the puny terrorists on the ground. His voice could be heard loud and clear even down there thanks to a special technology which he had recently developed. The three men seemed terrified and were yelling some words in Arabic, their arms were in the air and they dropped their weapons.

‘Easy peasy’, everyone thought at this view. The S.H.E.I.L.D. agents were looking at Tony with admiration wishing they had what he had and hoping that someday they’d possess at least half of Tony’s authority.

Natasha was smiling smugly and was already packing her ‘toys’ which she obviously wouldn’t need during this mission when she heard it. Loud thundering sounds coming from very near. She quickly looked around trying to figure out where did the sound come from. But before she managed to make a full turn the wave from the explosions threw her few meters behind. For a moment sand and dirt fell all over her face. A high-pitched noise rang in her ears. Her head felt heavy and dizzy, the world around her was spinning.

An impenetrable fog of sand and dust surrounded Natasha. The only thing she could perceive was the distant thunders of bombing and shooting. Except that it wasn’t distant. It was right there, so very close to her but her hearing was impaired. So when she heard that raw gruesome sound of metal hitting the ground hard she hadn’t whatsoever realized it was Tony himself. Natasha closed her eyes and felt completely senseless.

When she finally opened her eyes the world was still spinning but the high-pitched sound was getting weaker. Natasha couldn’t know how long she’d been on the ground unconscious.

‘Ambush,’ she thought to herself as she groaned trying to get up. Her legs were really unstable but somehow she managed to remain standing.

“Tony,” she tried to speak but barely any sound came out of her lips.

The sound of the bombing had seized. Now she could hear some distant noise of people screaming and could distinguish silhouettes running around.

“Tony!” Natasha shouted as loud as she could. The sound was still very quiet but she started to regain her senses.

The more Natasha walked towards those people, the better she could hear and see. The fog was clearing up and everything hitherto shapeless started to fall into pieces.

“Agent Romanoff, are you alright?” Natasha noticed a fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in front of her.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. What happened? Where’s Tony?”

“There was an ambush, ma’am,” the man continued speaking. “After those three terrorists seemed to be surrendering there was whole artillery that appeared out of the blue hiding underneath enormous canvases that had perfectly blended with the landscape. They hit us unexpectedly, ma’am. They threw bombs, grenades and every hellish explosive you can think of,” the man stopped talking as if there was something more which he just didn’t want to say.

“Well, where’s Tony, then?” Natasha was persistent. There was no getting out of this.

The man sighed. The dust had almost completely settled, so Natasha could see his face quite clearly. There was something bad written in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, agent Romanoff,” the man finally said pointing away in a direction to her right.

Natasha followed his finger and with terror noticed the Iron Man suit lying on the ground in a little crater.

“Tony!” Natasha shouted and ran towards him.

Due to the shock from the explosions her legs and balance were still compromised, so she tripped and fell two times until she managed to get to Tony. He was lying on his back but from the traces of the impact it was clear that he hadn’t fallen that way and had been moved from the agents.

A paramedic was examining him as Natasha walked near. Her facial expression and eyes showed fear. The strongest fear she had ever felt in her entire life. Abruptly, her whole body started trembling, she couldn’t catch breath and tears flew down her face.

Tony was lying in his forcefully opened Iron Man suit covered in blood and bruises. She could barely recognize his face which seemed twisted now. The suit had absorbed part of the impact but he had fallen from a great height.

The paramedic was looking down shaking his head. A defibrillator lied near him obviously recently used. His colleague took a deep breath and then Natasha heard the worst words in her entire life.

“Time of death,” said the second paramedic and looked at his watch. “1:03 p.m.”

“No!” Natasha screeched so loudly that the two paramedics jumped startled. They hadn’t noticed her presence beforehand.

She gathered a whole lot of looks from other agents, as well. Some of which were also still unaware of the tragedy.

“Tony,” Natasha barely made a sound as she fell on her knees next to his dead body. Tears were falling down her face and she could barely breathe.

The two paramedics discreetly recoiled. They had to take care of the body but also knew they had to give Natasha a moment.

She gently placed her hands upon his distorted face. His blood was already drying but his skin was still warm. So warm as if he was still alive. Could it be that the paramedics were wrong? Natasha slowly slid her right hand and felt his carotid. No pulse.

Why had they given up? Natasha examined more of Tony’s body. There were noticeable fractures on his chest and abdomen. He definitely had broken ribs and most likely suffered from a punctured lung for his chest was purple and bloody. Some of the blood upon his face had surely flowed from his mouth.

There was no doubt. Tony Stark was dead and the tries of the paramedics had been unsuccessful.

“Agent Romanoff,” the paramedic spoke. “I’m really sorry but we need to take the body. It’s the protocol,” he paused for a moment. “You can see his body again at the mortuary.”

Natasha knew the protocol very well. She had followed it a little too many times with fellow agents. And she always kept in mind she might have to follow it with Tony, as well. Or he with her. She had always hoped for the latter one. As cruel as it sounded to prefer to cause Tony such pain she hoped she’d never have to live it herself because she would be the dead one.

“Goodbye, Tony,” Natasha quietly said and kissed his forehead.

Then she got up and walked away. She heard the team preparing to take his body. She kept on walking and never looked back.

Natasha looked at the ring. It dispersed the light from the ceiling so beautifully that the entire wardrobe was shining bright. She hadn’t put it on ever since she took it off for their final mission together.

With trembling hands Natasha took the ring out of the box and put it on her finger. She was much calmer now. The tears upon her face had started drying. She remembered about the dinner on which he proposed to her. A smile appeared on her face. It was sad that Tony was gone but it was a virtue to have had him in her life.

“Natasha,” a barely perceptible sound.

Natasha looked up and around her. She thought she heard a noise but assumed it was nothing.

“Natasha,” there was it again. This time a little louder.

“Who’s in there?” she asked confused and a little concerned. Nobody else had access to their bedroom. “Rhody, is that you?” she got up and walked towards the wardrobe’s door. The sound seemed to be coming from the bedroom.

“Natasha,” this time she heard it more clearly.

She stopped sharply right at the door. The voice sounded like Tony’s. Her eyes got watery and her breathing stopped for a moment. Could it be?

“Nat,” he said again this time very clearly. “It’s me.”

There was a very bright white light coming from the bedroom. Natasha slowly walked out of the wardrobe. She gasped and dropped the ring box.

Tony was floating in the air just above their bed bathed with beautiful heavenly light. He was dressed in all white and behind him there were big beautiful angel wings. Even though Tony was being Tony Natasha had always known that he was just like this on the inside – a beautiful angel.

“Tony?” she said with trembling voice.

“Hello, my love.” Tony spoke with a tender and soothing voice.

Natasha’s lower lip trembled. She never thought she’d see him again.

“Tony? Is that really you?” she asked with a hoarse voice.

“Yes, my love. It’s me,” Tony replied with a gentle smile.

Natasha shook her head. This all must have been an illusion. She assumed it was the shock and all of the emotions from the past week which were playing with her mind. Or perhaps she had fallen asleep in the wardrobe.

“Come here,” Tony said as he floated down and stepped on the floor facing her. He outstretched his hands and gently placed them at the sides of her face.

Natasha shuddered at the touch. It felt so real. She lifted her hands as well. Tony’s face was warm again.

He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. Natasha’s knees felt weaker.

“How is this possible?” Natasha asked after Tony moved away.

“The ring,” Tony said as he took her hand in his. “It’s a very special stone. It’s connected to my soul.”

Natasha gasped. How?

“More magical things than Doctor Strange exist on this world,” Tony said wittily. “And I got my hands on this,” he pointed at the stone upon the ring. “As long as you wear it I will always know where you are, I will always feel you, and I will always be your guardian angel.”

“I want you back, Tony,” Natasha said with hope.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Nat,” a bitter smile.

Not the reply she wanted to hear.

“But I will always be with you,” Tony said gently fondling her cheek. “I will be a barely perceptible presence. Always there next to you, just one breath away. You might sometimes spot me with the corner of your eye. But you will never be able to see me,” tears fell down Natasha’s face. “You will always be showered in my heavenly light. And you will always be protected by my angel wings,” Tony held her left hand. “As long as you wear the ring,” he smiled softly.

Natasha looked down at her hand gently placed in Tony’s. His skin was so warm, so alive. She had to check. Her right hand slid upon his wrist. Her fingers found the spot.

Nothing.

Tony had no pulse.

“Oh, my love,” Tony whispered softly.

Natasha’s whole body was trembling. Her hand did another check-up.

Strong lively heart rate. Slightly accelerated.

“If I take my pulse away will I be able to be with you?” she stammered in tears.

“Oh, Nat,” Tony sighed. “Great things await you. The world needs your protection.”

“The world needs your protection.”

Tony fondled her face again. “The only one who needs my protection is you.”

“But I want you here with me,” Natasha burst into tears. “Next to me, all of the time. Fighting beside me, kissing me, loving me,” she was falling apart. “Please, Tony,” Natasha wrapped her arms around him and shove her face at his chest weeping.

Tony placed his hands on Natasha’s head as his wings surrounded her. Natasha calmed down in an instant. She felt completely relaxed and balanced. There was warmness and peace.

Natasha placed her ear next to Tony’s chest. But it was an empty chest. There was no treasure for her in there.

“Nat, stop searching for my heart here,” Tony said. “You know it’s there,” he placed his fingers upon her chest. “I gave it to you long time ago. And it’s where it will always be.”

Natasha felt warmness in her chest. For a moment it seemed like there were two hearts beating as one. She smiled gazing into Tony’s eyes. She didn’t want this moment to end.

“Now you need some sleep,” Tony said and holding Natasha’s hand he pulled her towards the bed.

“I don’t want to go to sleep. That means time not spent with you,” Natasha objected.

“Shhh, my love,” Tony gently placed his finger upon her lips. “I’ll be right next to you.”

He laid down on one side and his angel wing was spread on the bed. Natasha joined him and lied upon it. He embraced her with his arms and then with his wings. It took her seconds to fall asleep perfectly calm and relaxed feeling completely protected for the first time in her life.

When Natasha woke up the next morning she was alone on the bed. There was no trace of Tony. She looked at her left hand. The ring was there reflecting the light just as beautifully. She wondered about last night. Did it all happen or was it a dream? She assumed it was the latter and got out of bed. She had fallen asleep with clothes on and smutched make-up. She needed a shower.

Just as Natasha was about to walk in the bathroom she spotted a barely perceptible presence with the corner of her eye. She turned around startled but didn’t see anybody. Her breathing quickened. She rubbed her eyes assuming it was sleepiness and tiredness.

When Natasha calmed down she could swore she felt somebody else’s breath at the side of her face. She felt calm and relaxed. There was a warm feeling surrounding her. She slid her hands at the sides of her arms sinking in the feeling and closed her eyes. Her right hand touched her chest. Two hearts beating as one.

Natasha smiled. She opened her eyes and stared into the nothingness in front of her. There was something she could spot with the corner of her eye. A barely perceptible presence watching over her as her guardian angel.

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Are you up for writing winter13? 40. “Once you’ve tasted me, you’d never want anybody else”

Hello there anon! Thank you so much for the great prompt! ♥ I’m really sorry this comes so so late but I’m very busy in my daily life and I had to leave tumblr for a while. Anyway, I hope you’d still get to read it even though you’re anon and I hope you’ll enjoy it! ♥

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Release date: 25/01/21

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Summary: Bucky seemes to have recovered after his rescue from Hydra but Sharon continues to be reluctant anout it and believes he still works for the Nazi organization. One day while she follows him in hopes to catch him on the act she discovers his secret which turnes out to be much more different than she had imagined.

Words count: 3 292

A/N: The side S.H.E.I.L.D. agents are made up for the story and do not resemble any other Marvel characters

Warnings: Mentioning of a bad word

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I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

This fic is my own work, it is not to be re-posted on this site or posted anywhere else without my knowledge and consent!

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Sharon wasn’t remotely impressed by Bucky. He was nothing more than the next mission, the next target in the endless list of targets. Even though this one was quite different from the others.

With this target came the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. But with S.H.I.E.L.D.’s destruction came Hydra’s demolition as well. Everything and everyone was shortly eliminated, all but one. In Steve’s request Bucky’s life was spared.

He was kept in a dark dungeon – one of the few parcels of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s that had remained. For months he was supervised by the remaining agents, including Steve himself and Sharon. At first he didn’t show any signs of recovery. He still seemed to be in the state under Hydra’s control. There were moments of clarity in his mind when he seemed to have recognized Steve, when he seemed to have questioned everything and everyone he had faced with Hydra. But he still wasn’t his own self. He was still somebody else – the person Hydra had turned him into.

Steve didn’t give up on Bucky. Month after month he was always by his best friend’s side, worked with him, told him stories of their past until little by little his buddy was back. It was most sensational news when Fury gave the order to release Barnes and took off his status “Danger to S.H.I.E.L.D.”. There were many protests including from Sharon. She insisted that Bucky wasn’t to be trusted, that once altered he most probably would never change back, and that he was a ‘ticking bomb’ left by Hydra’s legacy and could explode in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s face any moment. Especially during such a fragile moment while the agency was still recovering itself.

However, Fury was firm in his decision. He knew that maybe Barnes wasn’t to be trusted but he knew that Steve was. And if Steve said Bucky was ready to go back to the world, then he was ready. Steve knew his buddy better than anyone else and spent months to make sure of that.

At the beginning Bucky was under stringent surveillance. He could barely take a shower without S.H.I.E.L.D.’s supervision. But as time went by the control got milder. There were moments in which Bucky was free to do activities on his own and even smaller walks among the society.

Sharon never let down her guard. She was always extra cautious with Bucky and often supervised him on her own. She still believed he might be a part of Hydra and that he was faking everything. She didn’t know Bucky was slowly turning into his older charming self.

One afternoon Sharon followed Bucky as he went out on a short walk. He had been out many times without any troubles occurring but she was still reluctant to believe. She followed Bucky as he walked through the nearby park, watched him as he bought a hot dog from the street stand and slowly ate it while watching some youngers doing the craziest flips and acrobatics with their bikes and skateboards. He seemed to be genuinely fascinated by today’s youth and how much the world has changed. Sharon wasn’t impressed.

After Bucky finished his meal he walked towards the town’s market. He stopped at a florist shop and bought the prettiest bouquet. Sharon was a little surprised. Bucky paid for the flowers and strode down the road. Sharon needed to fasten her pace in order to keep up with Bucky. But he disappeared with the agility of a panther. Or more specifically – a deadly killing machine designed for efficiency and minimum failure.

Sharon’s breath stopped for a moment. Was this it? The moment in which the ‘ticking bomb’ was about to explode? Was the hot dog, the flowers and everything else beforehand just a bait which S.H.I.E.L.D. bought? Was this really the end?

Sharon circled the perimeter but she couldn’t find a trace of Bucky. Her blood cooled, she felt her stomach turning upside down, and cold sweat emerged. She failed. She was hoping to catch something suspicious in Bucky’s behavior which she could report back to base and finally have him chained again. But it seemed like he was so skilled that he had managed to fool her as well in his plans.

“Base, this is Agent 13,” she said on her com with a trembling voice. “We have a Code Winter. I repeat – Code Winter. The subject has showed suspicious and abnormal behavior. I repeat – the subject is suspected in treachery.”

“Agent 13, this is Base,” she heard the even and unbothered voice of Agent Finery. “Can you clarify more upon your report?”

“What is there to clarify, Roy?” Sharon screeched on the com. She was getting out of her skin – her biggest nightmare seemed to be closer to reality.

“Agent 13, I’d ask you to calm down,” Agent Finery seemed to be caviling. Sharon nearly broke the device in her hand with her squeeze. “Bucky Barnes is no longer under permanent surveillance and is a level 2 threat. No one is even supposed to be supervising him now. What in his behavior prompted your report?”

Sharon took a deep breath. Stupid bureaucracy. Everything would have been so much easier without it. “I was following the subject on my own,” she never referred to him as ‘Bucky’ or ‘Barnes’, always as ‘the subject’. “I think he had noticed me somehow and disappeared from my sight in no time. You know how skilled he is. I believe it was his intention to lose me, so I wouldn’t know where he’s going.”

After a short pause Sharon heard, “Or maybe you were a little slower?” Agent Finery asked unpleasantly. “You seem to…,” Roy’s words were interrupted.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked imperiously. “I heard somebody talking about ‘Code Winter’ back there,” the rumor had spread with the speed of light.

“Oh thank god, Steve,” Sharon sighed with relief. “Finally somebody with a brain,” she said returning the carping.

“Are you sure in what you’re saying?” Steve had overtaken the communication from Agent Finery. The latter looked like a little boy compared to the Super Soldier’s physique.

“I noticed abnormal behavior, Steve,” there was an intense pause. “I think he noticed I was following him and he vanished from my eyes skillfully.”

There was a long painful sigh.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” Sharon said. “I wish it was otherwise.”

“Alright, where are you now?” Steve finally said.

“At the town’s market,” Sharon said overexcited. Somebody finally listened to her. “The alley with souvenirs. Approximately where I saw him last.”

“Stay where you are unless you see Bucky. Keep us updated if anything happens,” Steve ordered Sharon and left the base with a battalion of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s finest agents.

Sharon sighed in relief. S.H.I.E.L.D. were on their way led by Steve himself. She looked around for more traces trying to stay as close as possible to where she was. She thought she was alone when she turned around and suddenly noticed a bouquet of flowers in front of her face. Her sharp deadly reflexes were activated in a millisecond. She took her weapon out of the holster while her other arm swung towards the flowers and the hands that were holding them. But before she managed to do any of that the opposing person disarmed her with the finest skills. Her gun was on the ground and her back was pressed at her attacker. How did he manage to turn her so fast? A cold sharp blade was pressed at her neck. She couldn’t breathe and her pulse was accelerated.

“Shall we try this again?” Sharon clearly heard Bucky’s voice.

With the same dexterity Bucky turned Sharon towards him. When she looked at Bucky still slightly dazed the knife was already put away. Damn, the speed! Bucky bent down to pick up her weapon and the bouquet he had thrown during the little scuffle. He sighed. It had gotten a little dusty and some of the stems had broken.

“Your gun,” Bucky said and handed Sharon the weapon. There was a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Sharon took her weapon cautiously with her eyes fixed upon him. She doubted she could be faster than him. It was probably for the best if she sustained a conversation until the back-up came.

“Aren’t you going to put it in the holster?” Bucky asked with a foxy smile. There was something on his mind. “There are people in here. Civilians. We wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?”

‘Well played’, Sharon thought to herself.

After her gun was put away Bucky looked at the damaged flowers, hesitated for a moment, sighed and handed them towards Sharon. “These are for you,” he said sounding somewhat frustrated.

Sharon looked at the bouquet with a rapid breathing. Was there a bomb in there? A weapon? Chloroform spray? For the first time in her carrier she didn’t know what to do.

Bucky sighed. “I know they’re not as pretty. But it was your fault they fell on the ground.”

Sharon was standing frozen. For the first time in her career she was facing a threat far more skilled than herself. Furthermore, they were standing at a lively part of the city which could have led to many casualties. She wished she had called for back-up earlier.

Bucky pulled the bouquet backwards. He sensed how terrified Sharon was even though she was hiding it professionally. He realized he might have startled her with that sudden appearance.

“Are you alright?” Bucky asked cautiously. “Did I scare you earlier?”

Sharon was still standing motionless. She knew she had to start speaking, so he wouldn’t run away. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. were on their way.

“I’m fine,” Sharon finally said with a shuddering voice. “You just startled me a little bit. That’s all,” she even forced a slight smile.

“I definitely didn’t mean that,” Bucky replied with care in his tone. “I just wanted to give you the flowers but,” he looked at them and seemed a little embarrassed. “It’s been like 70 years… I’ve lost form,” he smiled shyly.

Sharon got quite confused. Bucky seemed to refer to his life hitherto Hydra’s capture. But what did he mean?

“I don’t know why I thought surprising you in such a way would be fun,” Bucky continued talking with bitterness. “Girls used to like it. But that was in the ‘40s, of course,” he faintly smiled remembering the good old days. “Now everything is so different,” he looked around him thoughtfully.

“I’m sorry?” Sharon said after a short pause. She was completely tangled.

Bucky looked at her seemingly terrified. “Oh, no. No, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” he was slightly panicking. “It really has been so long and after all… I was somebody else for a while. I really didn’t know what to do. Somebody suggested buying you flowers and here they are,” he handed the bouquet towards her again.

Sharon looked at the flowers. Then at Bucky’s hopeful expression. Then at the bouquet again. After a pause she looked at him again.

“Are you hitting on me?” Sharon’s voice sounded both shocked and angry.

Bucky got terrified again. Did he mess up? He pulled the flowers at him. The hopeful expression switched to a hopeless one.

“Well, I was trying,” Bucky said wearily facing down. “The bouquet was definitely prettier before and I guess I shouldn’t have startled you,” he puffed. “And I used to be so good at this,” he added quietly, obviously talking to himself.

“Wait,” Sharon really needed to clear the matter up. “What is going on actually?” she sounded demanding.

“Um, well…,” Bucky started stuttering. “You know… the flowers for you and… a surprise, I hoped… which you’d like,” he smiled as if he had actually made sense.

“What!?” Sharon yelled. She really needed to hear it all clear.

“I like you!” Bucky shouted back pressed from her behavior.

Sharon stared at him with her eyes and mouth wide open. He didn’t look like the most deadly human-weapon. He looked like a terrified puppy.

“I really like you, okay?” he continued. He thought it’d be best to just talk straight. “You were there. The whole time. While I was recovering and remembering. There were many people, yes. But I had eyes only for you,” he said those last words so romantically that Sharon’s knees nearly bent. “I noticed you sometimes followed me and when I gained enough confidence I decided to act,” Bucky looked down at the flowers. “I was a little too shy to ask anybody for advice what to do. I mean, I said I like a girl but I didn’t say who the girl is. And the advice was to just buy flowers. I guess that’s why I didn’t do the right thing. Maybe you don’t like flowers,” he smiled bitterly.

Sharon was still trying to figure out whether Bucky was being sincere or acting up in order to fool her. But he seemed so genuine in his reactions and facial expressions. She has had a closer look at the Winter Soldier. His only expression was the frowned eyebrows and his only words were channeled towards conversations for killing. But now Bucky sounded entirely different. So genuine. So human.

“Oh, no, no. It’s not you,” now Sharon felt embarrassed. “It’s me. I got quite nervous,” was it really sane to be saying those words out? “When you disappeared from my sight I thought you were escaping. I thought The Winter Soldier had woken up and you were running away from S.H.I.E.L.D.,” she said the final words cautiously.

“Oh,” Bucky laughed adorably. “Understandable, yeah. I only did it because I wanted to surprise you. You didn’t leave me out of your sight. I had to be creative,” he smiled so charmingly that Sharon subconsciously giggled.

She couldn’t deny Bucky was an attractive man. He had cut the long Winter Soldier hair, his beard was stubble, his appearance – most intriguing. Sharon didn’t admit at herself but she definitely had sympathies for Bucky from the very beginning. Those steel blue eyes in which you could stare at for all of eternity. Those luring naughty lips which she desired to bite playfully. His firm tight body that she had observed many times during his recovery. And that damn metal arm. Why was it so arousing to even think about it?

Suddenly, Sharon felt a little dizzy. There was something in the air. Bucky’s charm was ravishing and on point. She completely forgot about the back-up from S.H.I.E.L.D. which she called earlier.

Sharon didn’t realize it but she was smiling like an idiot. She giggled again and subconsciously played with her hair like a school girl. When was the last time somebody flirted with her?

“I do like flowers,” she finally said with twinkling eyes and a provocative smile.

“Good,” Bucky replied curving his lips.

Sharon looked down at the bouquet and spoke playfully. “But you’ll have to buy me new ones.”

“Is that so?”

The shyness and suspicion had entirely faded from the conversation and were replaced by flirting and provoking.

“Can I compensate some other way?” imperceptibly Bucky had made a step closer to Sharon.

“Like how?” Sharon was totally consumed by Bucky’s enchanting powers. Even an exploding atom bomb wouldn’t move her eyes from his.

“A kiss, maybe?” he said unceremoniously.

Sharon gasped. How dared he?

“Judging by the bouquet your kissing abilities are questionable,” Sharon didn’t realize she was playing a dangerous game.

“Doll,” Bucky said in the sexiest voice ever. “Once you’ve tasted me, you’d never want anybody else”.

In a matter of a second Bucky grabbed Sharon’s waist and pulled her so close that he took her breath away. He pressed his lips at hers so passionately that her knees weakened. If Bucky wasn’t holding her Sharon would’ve fallen on the ground.

Shivers ran through her back, her whole body trembled, her pussy tingled, her body filled with so much oxytocin that she got dizzy again. Sharon felt the kiss on so many levels.

When Bucky finally moved his lips away she was like plasticine in his arms. Just hanging there letting him do anything he wanted with her. A quiet sigh exited her lips. Oh, what a day.

“Nice,” suddenly they heard Steve’s voice.

Sharon jumped out of Bucky’s arms so startled that she nearly fell. She looked at the back-up she had called. There were so many people, maybe even a whole division staring at her and Bucky smiling smugly. At the front was Steve. His smile was even wider than the others’.

“So,” Steve looked at Bucky. “That’s the girl?”

Bucky smiled shyly looking down while Sharon closed her eyes wishing the ground would suddenly open and swallow her.

“Like I said earlier,” Steve continued. “Nice,” he was smiling so much that it was ridiculous.

“Carter,” she heard the voice of Agent Johnson. The protégé of agent Finery and the second most annoying person in S.H.I.E.L.D. “Code Winter is for abnormal behavior. If you haven’t been kissed until now, well, this isn’t abnormal,” he was caviling at her just like his ‘original’.

Everyone started laughing. Now Sharon wished the ground would suddenly open and swallow them.

“Alright, alright,” Steve shouted at the excited crowd. “There’s nothing more to see here,” he barely held his giggle. They weren’t supposed to see anything whatsoever. “Apparently, there’s been a mistake. There’s no Code Winter. I repeat – Code Winter is called off. Everyone back to base,” Steve gave his orders and looked at the embarrassed couple after all of the agents had left still laughing and commenting. “So,” he started with a smile.

“I’m really sorry, Steve,” Sharon said embarrassed. “It’s all my fault. I’ll take full responsibility over my actions. I shouldn’t have called Code Winter before I had seen firmer evident…”

“Sharon, it’s alright,” Steve said warmly still smiling.

“No, Steve, it’s not. I called for back-up and so many agents came and got involved. I deviated everyone’s attention. What if an actual and more dangerous threat had appeared? I could have jeopardized everything.”

“Sharon,” Steve’s voice and smile were so warm that they could’ve melted the nearby ice-cream stand. “You had every reason to assume the worst. Bucky is a mystery and definitely looks like a bad boy,” Steve said facetiously.

“What?” Bucky objectified with a smile.

Steve giggled. Then returned to Sharon. “Agents like you are the ones who keep S.H.I.E.L.D. from falling apart completely. You did the right thing. Don’t blame yourself about anything.”

“Thank you, Steve,” for the first time since everything Sharon smiled genuinely.

“Well, I guess it’s best to leave you two to… whatever you were doing before we interrupted you,” Steve said playfully and winked at Bucky. “Just like the old times. You still got it.”

Bucky and Sharon smiled shyly as Steve walked away. Then they spent the rest of the day together. Bucky bought her a new bouquet, they went for a walk, and tested their shooting skills at the local shooting gallery. Sharon seemed to be the better shooter. Bucky justified himself that The Winter Soldier’s skills seem to be fading away. He never admitted to Sharon that he withheld his skills that day, so that she would win.

For a while everyone at the base joked with them. Some started referring to the happening as ‘Code Love’ or ‘Code Kiss’. Bucky and Sharon did everything possible to not pay attention to their annoying colleagues. And expectedly as time passed by everyone started getting bored with the jokes. Sharon and Bucky turned into the ultimate couple. They were the best agents S.H.I.E.L.D. had and never failed a mission. The jest turned into respect and after a while nobody made any more jokes about Sharon and Bucky.

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21. “Place your head on my chest” with natsharon

Hey there, anon! Thank you so much for your prompt! ♥

I cannot even imagine how late this request must come. Whoever you are, you most probably had forgotten this blog had ever even existed. Well, anyway, I hope destiny will be funny today and will let you read it nonetheless. And of course I hope it is what you wanted to read.

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Release date: 02/12/20

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Sharon Carter

Summary: After a tough day at work Sharon comes home late beaten. Natasha senses her girlfriend’s distress and soothes her on the couch with cuddles.

Words count: 736

A/N: I’ve never really written f/f fics before, so I hope it’s adequate enough! Heh

Warnings: None!

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Natasha winced at the mash inside the pot. Cooking definitely wasn’t her strength. She put it aside with pure disgust and opened the fridge. A few beers, some olives, a couple of eggs, a little bit of cheese and surprisingly to her a lettuce. She immediately knew what the dinner for tonight would be.

Natasha sat on the stiff couch. She sighed and took a sip of the bitter disgusting fizzy liquid. She winced again and put the beer on the side table with even more disgust. She looked at the wall watch – it was nearly midnight. She wondered where Sharon was.

The next thing Natasha heard was the turning of a key in their lock. But she was a little too drowsy and her reflexes were far away from sharp. She loosely opened her eyes and the light from the lamp above burnt them. She winced and covered her face with her hands in order to protect her eyes.

“Argh, who’s there?” she asked sleepily still covering her eyes.

“A burglar,” a familiar voice replied. “Don’t worry, keep sleeping on the couch. I’ll just rob you and then I’ll go.”

“Very funny, Sharon,” Natasha said and uncovering one of her eyes looked at the watch. It was passing 2 a.m.

“Why aren’t you in bed? It’s late.”

“And why are you coming home so late?” Natasha sat on the couch after realizing her body had slid down the seat. She groaned. Her neck was stiff from the bad posture she had assumed while drowsing on the couch.

“I was busy with my mission,” Sharon replied wearily after a short pause.

Natasha looked at her partner. Sharon looked beaten and completely exhausted. Her hair was messy, her eyes puffy and red, her posture reminded of a hunched over elderly person.

“What happened?” Natasha asked sloppily rubbing her eyes in a desperate try to wake herself up. That beer really hit her hard given the fact she hadn’t eaten anything.

“We just had more work to do,” Sharon replied with a hoarse voice. “That’s all,” then she turned around avoiding Natasha’s eyes and walked to the kitchen pretending to look for dinner.

Natasha got up and slowly waddled after Sharon. She was totally stiff. Her empty stomach growled. She felt both hungry and nauseous.

“Shar,” it was Natasha’s secret move in approaching Sharon when the latter was reluctant to speak about what obviously was bothering her. She thought it sounded soft, gentle and spoke of a relationship on a higher level. The kind of relationship they had.

“Don’t do it, Natasha,” was the instant reply which Sharon shot out with the speed of light. She was very damn familiar with the nickname “Shar”. And what it was supposed to evoke. “Just don’t, okay?” Sharon said the last words staring directly at Natasha’s eyes and barely keeping her own from becoming two waterfalls.

Natasha backed up. She hated to see her partner in such a state but as a person who often went through it herself she knew what it was like, and how sometimes all you needed was to remain alone with your thoughts.

“Alright… okay,” Natasha whispered giving Sharon all the time she needed. “At least just… at least come on the couch. Sit down. You need to rest.”

After the words were uttered Natasha walked to the couch with a light head. Perhaps it was for the better that Sharon was unwilling to share her problem. Natasha was in no state to provide support at the moment.

With a shy gait Sharon walked to the couch and slowly sat down. She sighed and took a sip of the beer she had taken out of the fridge. Perhaps it was what she needed to help her speak.

“Nat,” she cautiously started. “Something unpleasant happened. Something wrecking,” Natasha sensed the trembling in Sharon’s voice.

“Shhh, you don’t need to say anything now,” Natasha caressed her cheek with extreme gentleness. “Come here. Place your head on my chest.”

With these words Natasha gently pulled Sharon towards her bosoms and laid down on her back. Sharon shove her face at Natasha’s neck and scented her partner’s aroma. It always soothed her.

Natasha tightened her arms around her crushed girlfriend and gave her a long caring forehead kiss. Sharon melted in Natasha’s arms and imperceptibly forgot about all of her demons and drowsed off to the land of the dreams.

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Hi there! I liked the fic you wrote about Tony and Natasha. Can you write a fluffly one this time for prompt 46. “I think you should kiss me”? Thanks in advance

Hey there anon! Thank you for the prompt!

I know this comes many many months after you had sent me the request and I’m really sorry about that. :( I had to be away from tumblr for some time and just now I manage to deliver it. I really wish you weren’t anon, so I could properly tag you and be sure you’d read it. But anyway - if you still manage to read it I hope you’ll like it! ♥

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Release date: 27/07/20

Pairing: Tony Stark x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: In the middle of a party at the Avengers Headqaurters Tony goes out for some fresh air. Shortly after he is followed by Natasha for an unexpected conversation.

Words count: 1 019

Warnings: None!

I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

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It was a cool July night. The air was colder than one would expect even though it hadn’t rained. Tony was outside observing the stars. He wondered from which one their next enemy will strike.

The deafened music from inside was the only other sound around him. Save for the few nocturnal birds stating their presence.

Tony took a deep breath. He needed a moment from the noisy insight of the Avengers Headquarters. He had organized a ball for the team and some selected guests. Was he getting old? Tony Stark himself needing a moment away from the loud music and the liquor? He shook his head not believing it.

“If you can’t stand the party why did you organize it?” he heard a familiar voice behind him.

Tony turned around and once again gasped at how stunning Natasha looked. A long fit gown, perfectly outlining her womanly curves and highlighting her eyes. Her big, twinkling eyes. They were like two stars themselves which Tony loved to gaze at, as well.

“Nat,” he bowed with his head showing respect to her presence.

“You still didn’t answer my question,” she said as she joined him on the veranda.

Tony chuckled. She probably had a point.

“For the youngsters, of course,” Tony replied and gave a toast with his glass and took a sip.

“Oh? What a good elderly you are,” Natasha said playfully with a smug smile.

Tony chuckled again. “You think me old?”

“Well, I didn’t say that. At least not by spirit.”

“You’re walking on very thin ice,” Tony warned her with a smile. “I’m still the leader of the Avengers. I can kick you out of the team.”

This time Natasha chuckled. “You may think yourself leader of the Avengers but Rogers would never allow you to do anything of the sort. And Clint would give you hell.”

“Hmm,” Tony looked into the further distance. A little speck of light shining upon the sky. “Do you know which star this is?”

“Does it matter?”

“If you name the star I’ll let you on the team. If you can’t name it – you’re out,” Tony spoke playfully.

“Hmm,” Natasha replied. “Cassiopeia.”

“You just made that up. You don’t know it. I think you should leave the premises.”

“You know what I think, Tony?”

“A ride maybe? I can arrange that.”

“I think you should kiss me.”

Tony froze motionless. Those words stroke him unexpectedly. He cleared his throat.

“Well… yes,” Tony mumbled. “That is… that is of course,” he was stammering. “That is without a doubt another way to get on the team”.

“Oh?” Natasha replied. “And who exactly got on the team that way? Was it Lang?” she asked lowering her voice playfully.

Tony laughed in response. “No, no. Of course not. Dear me, no. He kissed Rogers to get on the team”.

Natasha laughed heartily at Tony’s wittiness. For a moment they were just standing next to each other observing the night sky with smiles upon their faces. There was a slight summer breeze and Natasha shuddered rubbing her exposed arms.

As a good gentleman Tony immediately put his glass down to take off his jacket and put it on Natasha’s shoulders.

“Thank you, Tony,” she said genuinely.

“Of course,” Tony mumbled distractedly for something else was in his mind. “Hey, why did you…” he wasn’t sure should he ask.

“Why did I what?”

“Why did you… say… why did you say you think I should kiss you?” he addressed the question to Natasha but addressed his eyes to the nearby two glimmering dots which he assumed belonged to an owl.

Natasha smiled. “Because I do think so.”

“Oh,” Tony seemed to blush. “I thought you think me old.”

“I actually think you silly,” Natasha replied. “And adorable,” she added.

Tony looked at her with a curved smile mixed of surprise and bewilderment.

“And I think you beautiful and cunning,” finally Tony said.

“Do you know what I also think?” Natasha asked with a hint in her tone.

“That I should kiss you?” Tony asked already leaning towards her lips.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Both of their bodies trembled at the taste of the other. Tony quickly grabbed Natasha’s hips as she gently stroke the sides of his face. The kiss was long and passionate. Until Natasha’s sharp senses made her break it and look to their side.

“Well, what do you know?” Steve said playfully surrounded by the giggling like a school girl Sam, the softly smiling Bucky, the shocked with wide opened eyes Peter and the pleased Wanda who had earlier told Natasha to confess her feelings to Tony tonight.

“Shut up!” said Natasha letting go of Tony.

“Well, I mean…” started Steve. “We just decided to go out for some fresh air.”

“Yeah,” Sam joined. “I mean, there was no ‘Do not disturb’ sign or anything.”

Everyone chuckled including Tony and Natasha. But except Peter who was still processing what his eyes had seen.

“You know,” Bucky uttered while placing his hand upon Peter’s shoulder. “I think he needs a drink now.”

“But I don’t have 21 yet,” Peter suddenly spoke.

“Don’t worry, kid. We won’t tell anyone,” Sam said and led him inside to go and find him a drink.

“And I think we should walk inside as well,” Steve added followed by Bucky and Wanda, all of them still smiling.

“And I think we should continue from where we left,” Natasha teased Tony and kissed him again.

“Oh my god!” suddenly they heard Bruce’s voice.

“Okay, you know what?” Natasha said half irritated pushing Bruce inside through the door. “Stay here and don’t let anyone out, okay?”

“Aha,” Bruce replied still surprised.

Natasha returned to Tony and held his neck. He grabbed her hips again.

“If anyone interrupts us one more time…,” she started. “I swear they’ll taste Black Widow’s bite,” she was just about to kiss Tony when he spoke.

“Can I also taste Black Widow’s bite?”

Luckily for Tony Natasha understood his hint and gently bit his lower lip. He sighed excited and grabbed her hand pulling her towards his bedroom.

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Change of content

So yeah, unfortunately, I’ve barely signed in this account the past few months. :(

I couldn’t find the balance between tumblr and the rest of the things happening in my life. But I really missed this blog and I really missed writing. So I want to get back to it! :)

However, there will be some changes in the pattern of posting fics and the content itself. I don’t have as much time for writing as I wish I did, so I might not post very often. For that reason I’ll apply some changes.

Series/Parts

I will continue to write series and fics developed in a few parts. However, I will start posting any of the chapters/parts after I have written at least 90-95% of the entire story. It’s a precaution in case I won’t be able to finish it because I don’t want to leave any unfinished work here.

I had started a few series in the past but because I had to take a really big pause I deleted the few chapters which were already out. I will re-post them and fully develop the stories of only 2 of those series: The Wife of Captain America (18+) pairing Steve Rogers x Reader and Red Star (18+) pairing Bucky Barnes x Reader. The latter will most probably go under some changes in the plot, so the new first 3 chapters might be quite different from the previous ones but the major idea will remain the same. I already have ideas for some other series, so hopefully I’ll be able to write them all.

One Shots

I will continue to write One Shots. As before I’ll post them randomly when I manage to finish one but it might not be that often and I might not post that many.

Requests

I was really looking forward to writing fics according to your requests. But it turned out to be a hard job when you don’t have much time. In fact, I still have a few requests which have been collecting dust in my askbox for months and I feel terrible about it. :( But better late than never, right?

What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to abandon writing requests and I am determined to write those few from my askbox as well. However, there will be some changes. I used to accept all kinds of pairings but I will put a limit for the future. I’ll give further information later but most probably I’ll write requests only of Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Steve x Bucky, Chris x Reader, Sebastian x Reader and others of the sort. Sam might be included, too.

That’s it for now, guys! If anyone has any questions or would like to join my taglist for the future stories my askbox is always open!

Thank you for the support! ♥

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fanfics-of-marvel · 4 years

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Hey have you deleted the wife of captain America?

Hello @donutloverxo

Thank you for the question! This answer probably comes unimaginably late and I’m really sorry about that. I’ve barely signed in this account in the past months.

Anyway, straight to the point - yes, I deleted The Wife of Captain America. :(

I know you guys were interested in it and I was really excited about writing it. [This is a message to everyone] The thing is that when I launched this blog I was going through a certain period of my life and doing this was a great distraction. After that a lot of changes happened in my life. Some good, some not so good.

I don’t want to delete this blog and I enjoy writing. I know there was a very big pause but all of the time I remained an optimist that one day I’ll be able to find the balance and manage to deliver you the content you want to read about. :)

Now, why did I delete The Wife of Captain America? Well, mainly because I had already delivered 3 chapters but was unable to continue writing at that time. I didn’t want to just leave the work unfinished. Mainly because I didn’t know whether I would have been able to finish it some day or not. I didn’t want more and more people finding the series, getting hooked and then never getting the rest of the story. If some day The Wife of Captain America gets posted again it will be after the day I had finished the entire story from the beginning till the end. And I really really hope I’ll be able to do that!

Again, I’m sorry to everyone who liked it, who enjoyed it and looked forward to reading the next chapters. :( I’m really sorry also to everyone who supported me and read my other fics as well. I feel like I let you down. :(((((

To be honest, the situation lately (and I don’t mean just COVID-19 but also the other things happening in my life) leave me quite confused. Sometimes I feel like I genuinly don’t know what to do with my life. But nevermind my personal drama. I can’t promise that this is a genuine “I’m returning” message and soon I’ll flood you with new fics. But I really would like to get back to writing. :) So stay tuned (hopefully for something)!

Thank you to whoever read this! ♥

#ask #donutloverxo #i'm a terrible fanfics writer #:(

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75. “My body is longing for yours” for Tony and Natasha?

Hey, thanks for the prompt. :) I know it took a lot of time but I really couldn’t write it earlier and I’m really sorry. :( I hope you’ll see it since you’re anon and I can’t tag you properly. And if you happen to read it I really hope you’ll like it! ♥

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Release date: 30/04/20

Pairing: Tony Stark x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: As Tony and Natasha find themselves trapped in their enemies’ hands they spent their expected final minutes releasing the desire for each other.

Words count: 615

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex

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Taglist: @all-things-marvel-related ; @steeeeverogers ; @chipilerendi ; @starkershomelife ; @merlin-288 ; @nutellakirb ;

The content is 18+ and you musn’t read it if you are younger than that!

I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

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“Shit!” Tony yelled stepping away from the window. “They’ve surrounded us!”

It was just another mission. But things had gone horribly wrong and Tony and Natasha had found themselves into the hands of the enemy. Well, almost.

“What shall we do?” Natasha asked seemingly firm but the alertness in her voice was evident. “There’s no way out of this!”

“I managed to call the base before we entered here. Soon they’ll rescue us,” Tony replied with the utmost calmness.

A loud bang shook the entire building in which the two heroes were trapped. Natasha whimpered.

“Don’t worry,” Tony tried to sooth her. “This building is stronger than it looks,” he added with a warming smile.

Natasha curved her lips in return.

A loud thunder-like sound pierced their ears. The construction shook even harder.

“We’re not gonna make it, are we?” Natasha asked with an even tone.

“What? Don’t say that,” Tony sounded defensive.

“Tony,” Natasha whispered. “No need to lie to me. I never expected a different death than in the heat of the battle or at my enemy’s mercy.”

Tony shuddered at her words. What a woman.

The thuds of many approaching feet were getting louder and louder. The building kept on shaking from the many hits. There goes part of the ceiling.

“Natasha,” Tony whispered.

She looked at him with glimmering eyes. “This is it, isn’t it?”

Tony smiled warmly.

“Rescue is too far away,” Natasha added with a soft voice.

“Well,” Tony uttered. “I guess if this is our last chance…”

“Last chance for what?” Natasha seemed confused but kind of expected what was to follow.

Tony looked her up and down. It’s been way too long suppressing his desires. And he had many hints from her of the same.

“Natasha,” Tony whispered gently as he fondled her cheek with the utmost care. “My body is longing for yours.”

She took a sharp breath and shuddered.

“Tony,” she whispered back and returned the caress. “So is mine.”

Tony smiled naughtily. “Your body is longing for your body?”

“No, you silly,” Natasha laughed completely forgetting about the enemies trying to infiltrate the building. “My body is longing for yours.”

Tony trembled and grabbed Natasha harder. He pressed his lips at her and they sighed tasting each other.

Tony layed Natasha on the ground and placed himself between her legs. He tasted her cheeks, her neck, her breasts.

With each thud from outside Tony trusted inside Natasha. She sighed and moaned and tore the skin on his neck. She cried and sobbed and chocked at the excitement of the moment knowing that Tony’s body will be last she would ever feel.

As Tony’s cum filled Natasha on the inside some light hit her watery eyes. A breach in the building. She anticipated death, she accepted death. Let that be her final act on this world.

Natasha embraced Tony as hard as she could and pressed her eyelids. Any moment now she expected a bullet piercing her body or a bomb tearing it into millions of pieces.

“Well, well,” Natasha heard a familiar voice. “You could have warned us not to enter yet,” the person said playfully.

Natasha opened her eyes and looked up. Sam wasn’t even remotely trying to hide his smugly expression. The rest of the team were gossiping a bit further.

Natasha looked at Tony.

“I thought it was the enemy, as well,” he tried to defend himself but instead received a slap from Natasha’s hand.

“Tony, you bastard.”

“Always,” he replied with a smug smile. “Will you take me like this, though?”

Natasha shook her head with a curved smile. She was damn prepared to take him in any possible way.

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Hey! so I have this idea where bucky is in a desperate need of a haircut and someone forces him to go to a hairdressers (bcos hydra probably doesn’t have a stylist) and he goes reluctantly and falls for the hairdresser (the reader) :) it’s just a suggestion! ok ily 🥺💓

Hey there! Thank you for the great prompt! ♥ I’m really sorry it took forever (like 2 months or more) but for a while I was unable to deal with this blog. :( I really wish you weren’t anon, so I could properly tag you! I really hope that you’ll see it nonetheless and I hope you’ll like it if you do. I modified it a little and it’s Sam who's prompting Bucky into getting a hairstyle. :)

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Release date: 28/04/20

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Y/N: When Sam had enough of Bucky’s long hair her drags him to the nearest hairdressers salon which happens to be yours.

Words count: 2.6K

A/N: I completely made up the park mentioned. Even if it resembles an actual park I just made up the name and it’s a coincidence.

Warnings: None!

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Taglist: @all-things-marvel-related ; @steeeeverogers ; @chipilerendi ; @starkershomelife ; @merlin-288 ; @nutellakirb ;

I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

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“You need a haircut,” abruptly Sam said while reading his magazine.

Bucky put his ice-cream down. “No.”

Sam looked over his sunglasses. “No?”

They were sitting on a bench at the local park pretending to be two ordinary dudes while they were doing undercover work. Sam was pretending to be interested in a sports magazine while Bucky was enjoying a vanilla ice-cream.

“No,” Bucky repeated with an even tone and continued licking his ice-cream. “Man bun, it’s modern. Look around you. I’m cool,” he was convinced.

Sam’s eyes wandered around and saw two guys with longer hair that was held up in a bun. He winced.

“What do you care of being cool?” Sam asked.

“Why can’t I be?” Bucky was about to lick his ice-cream when the sudden wind brought part of his hair upon it.

“Hm,” Sam chuckled and unceremoniously continued reading his magazine.

“I don’t need a haircut,” Bucky was insistent while cleaning his fallen strand of hair.

“I’m sorry but you missed a target behind the rifle because the wind blew part of your hair in front of your face,” Sam reproached. “A target which we were chasing for months and which got away right under our noses,” he seemed irritated.

“I spent most of my life as The Winter Soldier with longer hair and fulfilled all of my missions!”

“Except that your hair now is much longer than then,” Sam barely held it in. “It’s getting ridiculous. You’re blocking the drain in the bathroom. It’s like I’m living with a woman!” Sam exclaimed. “And the other day I found a hair of yours in my pants! I don’t even want to know how it got there!”

Bucky was looking at Sam grumpily. “Is that your problem? That men can’t have long hairs, only women?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. But if you complain one more time that you need a moment to fix your hair from a bun to let it down, so you can put on a helmet for the mission I swear I’ll punch you in the nuts if they are still there!”

Bucky sighed annoyed. “I don’t mind it.”

“I do,” Sam fired. “Everyone else does.”

“They don’t understand fashion.”

“And you do?”

“Of course,” Bucky barely replied as that same strand of hair ferociously tickled his face due to the wind. He literally slapped himself trying to get rid of it.

“Alright, we’re going to the hairdressers,” Sam stood up.

“Um, we’re on a mission.”

“Base, there doesn’t seem to be any irregular activity at Jackson Park,” Sam spoke in his communication device.

“Roger that, Wilson. Hold on a moment,” a voice on the other side uttered. “You are free to go,” the same men added after a few seconds pause to consult with the commander.

“This is unprofessional,” Bucky protested. “I wouldn’t say our mission is over.”

“The vanilla in your hair kind of says it.”

The wind had released more hair from Bucky’s bun which had landed upon his ice-cream.

“You are in a desperate need of a haircut,” Sam said firmly.

“Why?” Bucky demanded a good reason.

“Because, Barnes, you cannot handle long hair. Admit it. Whether you look cool or not, you’re not made for maintaining long hair. Look at your split ends! It’s a disgrace!”

Bucky looked offended. He didn’t want to cut his hair but he yielded under Sam’s pressure, so shortly after they found themselves in the nearest hairdresser’s salon.

You heard the door opening and looked at the direction expecting to see Mrs. Jones who had an appointment soon. Instead you saw two burly men trying really hard to look cool and natural.

“Hello, may I help you?” you asked them.

“Hi, yes,” one of them replied. “My friend here needs a haircut. Could you help with that?”

Your eyes moved to the man pointed. You couldn’t help noticing he was staring at you with his eyes wide opened.

“Is he alright?” you asked feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Bucky?” the man asked after noticing his friend. “Hello, Bucky?” he waved his hand in front of him.

Suddenly, Bucky looked at him shocked. “Sam, I forgot how to do this.”

“Do what?” Sam was confused.

“I’ll leave you two for whatever there is to… you know,” you said turning around. “I’ll be over there if after all there’ll be a haircut.”

“Bucky, are you alright?” Sam asked concerned.

“I forgot how to talk to pretty women,” Bucky muttered. “And I was so good at it.”

Sam giggled. “Wow, really?”

“Yes!” Bucky was offended. “I was a real beast before the fall! I’d just got to a woman, curve my smile and say ‘hello, doll’ and they’d fall for me.”

“And you can’t do that now?”

“I don’t know… I’m not… I’m not the same person as before. I feel like it wouldn’t work out now.”

“And why is that?”

“I don’t know that women like nowadays.”

“Man bun maybe?” Sam teased him.

You approached the two strangers. “Okay, so my client just called to cancel her appointment due to personal reason, so you’re lucky. I can take you now.”

“Perfect,” the companion seemed very happy about it.

“Okay, follow me here.”

You stood behind the chair and waited for your client. A few seconds later you turned around only to find him motionless still staring at you.

“Bucky, sit on the chair,” the companion quietly said to his friend.

No reaction.

“Barnes!” he yelled.

“Huh?” the other man finally moved his eyes from you.

“The chair! Sit on it! Haircut! Now!”

You observed the two men. There was something widely ridiculous about them.

Sam grabbed Bucky’s right arm and dragged him to the chair.

“Excuse us, ma’am, he recently hit his head and is still recovering,” said the companion.

“No, I didn’t,” your client protested.

“He doesn’t remember,” he smiled at you. “I’ll sit over there until you are done with my friend over here.”

You took a deep breath thinking your next 15 minutes might be amusing. You also observed the man had part of his hair up, so you reached your hands forward to undo his bun. You suddenly stopped.

“Is that ice-cream in your hair?” you needed to ask.

“Vanilla,” the companion uttered from across the salon.

“It’s windy outside!” your client exclaimed.

“Well, you didn’t do your bun very well, so it couldn’t hold your hair well,” you lectured him.

“Hm,” the companion chuckled.

You didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, so you just walked to the shower system.

“Come here, I need to wash your hair first,” you told your client.

He stared at you for a moment again and then cautiously approached you. After he made himself comfortable you undid his bun and turned on the water.

“How’s that?” you asked him.

“How’s what?” he seemed confused.

“The water,” you replied. “Is it warm enough?”

“You’re perfect,” abruptly the man said. “Oh… um… I mean, um… I meant it is perfect… the water… yes, um… the water is perfect,” he was stammering.

You couldn’t help noticing the way his companion was barely holding his hysterical laughter. You ignored both of them and washed his hair with shampoo. For a moment everyone was silent.

“So who are you?” suddenly, you asked.

“Sorry?” your client asked.

“Who are you? Your name? I like getting to know the person whose hair I’m cutting.”

The man froze in terror. You felt really uncomfortable asking that question. You thought he was a second away to stand up and walk out of your salon.

“Anyway,” you didn’t want to lose your client. “I’ll just wash off the shampoo and we can move to the cutting part.”

He seemed relieved that you didn’t ask more. You wondered what was so secret about him. You couldn’t deny it made you a little excited. He was nonetheless an attractive man.

“And we’re done here,” you wiped your hands and told him to sit in the chair.

You quickly glance at his companion. He was deeply gone into a magazine.

“So how short do you want it?” you asked your client.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “Sam?”

“Hm?” the companion replied distracted.

“How short should my hair be?”

“As short as possible,” was the answer.

You remained motionless for a few seconds thinking that probably those two men were a couple. What a shame, he was quite handsome.

“I can shave it if you like,” you said.

The man looked at you in the mirror and you felt your knees weakening. He had the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen.

“How do you think it would look best?” he suddenly asked you.

“Oh, um…” now you were stuttering. “You know… like…” you were twisting your hands in the air trying to explain unable to find words.

“That sounds great,” he replied with a smile that took your breath away.

You looked away, so you could pull yourself together to do your work.

“Are you alright?” he asked you turning towards you.

“Yes,” you replied sounding as convincing as possible. “I just need those scissors,” you said as you took them. You didn’t need them at all.

The man turned towards the mirror again still observing you with his sparkling blue eyes. You noticed your hands were slightly shaking from excitement. How were you to operate like this?

You took a deep breath and reached your arms forward. With unsteady hands you approached your client’s hair.

“Please, don’t behead him,” suddenly his companion said.

You jumped startled towards him with a quiet whimper. Your breathing and heartbeat got irregular.

The man looked at you strangely. “Are you alright? Are you competent for the job? I do need him whole.”

You took a deep breath and pulled yourself together. You were more than certain that these two men were dating, so you took your most handsome and intriguing client as nothing more than that – just another client.

You completely excluded the companion’s existence from the salon and didn’t look at your client in the mirror for a single moment. All you saw from him was his horrible hair while you were taking care of it.

Due to this you didn’t notice that the companion sank into the magazine again and you didn’t even realize that he spent a good deal of time laughing over some funny article. But you also didn’t feel the glimmering blue eyes that didn’t move from your face even for a second.

The only time that you looked forward and into the mirror was to check the work you’ve done and what was your client’s opinion.

“Well, how is it?” you asked indifferent but still eager. You loved getting feedback from your clients.

The companion also looked up from his magazine. He needed to give a check, as well.

But your client’s eyes were still fixed on you. As if his reflection didn’t exist in front of him.

“He looks great,” the companion uttered throwing the magazine aside with such indifference like he didn’t just enjoy it for 15 minutes. He got up and walked towards you two. “It makes my eyes watery seeing the long hair is gone,” he sounded genuine.

You smiled warmly. “I’m sure it was bothering you.”

“Girl, you have no idea,” he replied. “It really pissed me off.”

“Yeah, I kind of know what you mean,” you continued. “My ex-boyfriend had a really big problem. It got everywhere. Even when I had my hair up somehow always there was at least 1 hair that was free to tickle him in the face. He used to scream ‘I’ll never make out with you ever again’ and I laughed and laughed because usually 2 seconds later he grabbed me again,” you giggled remembering of your ex.

“Make out?” the man seemed confused and slightly surprised. “We don’t make out.”

“Oh?” you felt awkward. Probably you shouldn’t have said that. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“We no gay!” he felt the need to clarify as soon as possible.

“Oh?” you felt even more awkward and embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. You just seemed… well, you were telling him what to do like one partner would do to another and-”

“That’s because he’s an idiot.”

You looked at your client to see his reaction but he remained motionless the whole time still staring at you.

“Oh, right…,” you said insecurely. “The head trauma,” you whispered.

“No. I’m afraid is by birth,” he looked at your client and snapped his fingers at his face. “Come on, Bucky. Pay the good lady for her work and let’s go home.”

The man in the chair jumped startled at the sudden sound next to his head. It’s like he snapped out of trance.

“Bucky?” you asked with a smile. So that was his name.

He looked back at the mirror. This time you were looking there as well. The sudden discovery that he was not gay brought your spirits up. Now you looked like an idiot as well.

“I’m out,” suddenly the companion said. Then he leaned towards Bucky and whispered. “Do what you gotta do, tiger. If you need the apartment tonight just give a call in advance,” then he stood up and gave you small bow with his head. “Good day, ma’am,” he added and left your salon.

You looked back in the mirror into Bucky’s eyes. “Wanna get out of here as well? There’s a nice restaurant near?”

He smiled at you. Inside his head he cheered ‘I still got it’.

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