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[georgiastars13]

I’m bitter and I won’t stop whining

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On Bucky’s one-hundred-and-seventh birthday, y/n, Sam, and Bucky were gathered around Bucky’s dining room table and a small cake with 1, 6, and 7 numbered candles was set on the table in front of Bucky. 

Y/n dimmed the lights and took her spot next to her boyfriend. 

“Happy birthday to you,” Sam and y/n started to sing. 

As they finished the song, Bucky smiled at his girlfriend and Sam. Bucky didn’t intend to even celebrate his birthday with anyone; he didn’t even have plans to celebrate by himself in the first place. But as soon as he met y/n and she had gotten hold of the fact that his birthday was coming up, she knew she wanted to put together something special for him. And since Sam was the only person she knew Bucky even talked to, she wanted to have some kind of get-together. 

Kissing Bucky on the cheek, y/n got up to grab a knife to cut the cake. She cut off a large slice each for the boys and a medium-sized piece for herself.

“So, Bucky, what’s your next move with finding Zemo? Any leads?” Sam asked, his mouth full with chocolate cake.

“Hey, uh-uh. No work talk,” y/n scolded, pointing her fork at Sam. “It’s a birthday party.”

“Fine,” Sam sighed. “How are things going with helping your sister move in?” he asked, directing the question at y/n.

“Not bad, it’s taking a lot longer than we thought it would, though,” y/n answered. 

“She’s got a lot of stuff,” Bucky grumbled. “We’ve had to go over there four days in a row.”

Sam chuckled, “You’re a super soldier. Can’t you use your super strength and just throw everything in the moving truck?”

Y/n answered for him, playfully rolling her eyes. “You know Bucky. ‘Ooh, I’m bitter and I won’t stop whining’.”

“Ok, one, that was a terrible impression of me, and two, I’m not whining. I’m just saying she has a lot of stuff to move,” Bucky stated, defending himself. 

“Yeah, she does have three kids,” y/n agreed. “It’s a shit ton of toys.”

“Sounds like my nephews,” Sam smiled. 

Soon, the cake was all gone, and Sam announced that he had some work to do. The couple saw their friend out and then started to clean up from their small party.

“Ok, so I know I gave you the majority of your gifts when Sam was here, but I saved a special one for you,” y/n smiled as they sat down on the couch, planning to watch a movie. 

“Doll, you didn’t have to do that,” Bucky said, flashing her a sincere smile. “This has already been the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.”

Y/n blushed and returned his smile. “It’s nothing, really.”

Bucky tore apart the carefully wrapped paper and found a framed picture of him and y/n inside. It was a picture of the two of them, a selfie that y/n had taken on their first date. She was smiling at the camera, but Bucky’s head was turned, smiling at her instead. It was their favorite picture.

“This is beautiful,” Bucky said, placing his fingers on the side of y/n’s face, turning her head to kiss her. “Thank you.”

When they broke apart, y/n said, “I noticed you didn’t really have any decorations or pictures or anything, so I thought you could use a picture of us somewhere.”

“I absolutely love it,” Bucky assured her, getting up to place it on the fireplace mantle. “And I absolutely love you.”

“I love you too, Buck,” y/n said, giving him another kiss. “Happy birthday.”

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you do realize there’s search history - steve rogers

*takes place at the very beginning of CATWS

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That morning, you and Steve were sitting at an outside table at your usual breakfast spot. He had just finished up from a run, when he had seen you alone at the table, reading over the folder Fury had given you for you next mission. 

“Well, I’m glad I spotted you, anyway,” Steve was saying. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to access this file that Bruce sent me. I’m still a little lost when it comes to the whole technology thing.”

“Here, let me see your phone,” you said, reaching out your hand to take it from him.

You scrolled through all of the previously opened tabs, trying to find the one he was searching for. But something else happened to catch your eye.

“Did you really google ‘how to flirt with a girl’?” you asked, a big grin stretching across your face.

“What? How’d you know that?” Steve asked, his brow furrowing, trying to peer over your shoulder to see what you were looking at.

“You do realize there’s search history,” you answered, the smug smile never leaving your lips. 

“Give me that,” he muttered, grabbing his phone back from you.

Oh, you definitely weren’t going to let this one go. “Aww, Steve, who were you trying to flirt with?”

“It was no one. I was helping Sam.”

“You liar.”

“Not lying. Now can we please go back to what we were trying to find in the first place?” he asked.

You sighed. Clearly you weren’t going to get any answers. “Fine.”

As the two of you studied the phone again, a sleek silver car pulled up beside you, and the window rolled down to reveal Natasha Romanov. She had a big smile on her face and a coffee in one hand.

“Finish up your breakfast, Rogers. I don’t have all day!” she chirped, rolling the window back up.

“Well, that’s my cue. I’ll try and find it later, don’t worry about it,” he said, slapping a five dollar bill down onto the table. He got into the passenger side of Natasha’s ride and they sped off.

You finished off your coffee, and started to make your way back to the compound. Once you reached the building, you headed off towards your tiny office space. You dropped off the folder, and then immediately left the room, running straight into Natasha.

“Woah, hey, slow down there,” she said, giving you a friendly smile. “Where are you off to?”

You waved a hand around in the air. “I need to go meet with Tony. He’s trying to help me finish this mission Fury gave me. But I’m surprised you’re back already.”

“It was a quick meeting. But I should probably get a head start on my project. See you later.” 

Natasha walked past you, but you suddenly called out her name, wanting to ask her about something.

“So, um, this is such a random question, but are you and Steve a thing?” you asked shyly.

Natasha recoiled, her eyes widening. “Oh my god, no. What would make you ask that?”

“Well, when we were at breakfast, he was looking up how to flirt with a girl on his phone. And you’re really the only girl he talks to so....” 

Natasha busted out laughing. “That’s funny. But no, we are definitely not a thing. And um, clearly if you guys were having breakfast, I’m not the only girl he talks to,” she said, giving you a pointed look. 

Not sure how to respond to that, you just stood there for a few seconds, even after Natasha had walked away. There was no way that Steve Rogers had feelings for you. Right?

Snapping out of your thoughts, you remembered your meeting with Tony. Walking into the small conference room, he was already there, along with Steve.

You felt your face turn red as the two of you made eye contact. It’s not like you had never thought about it before. Steve was definitely attractive and he had always been kind and friendly towards you. 

“Hey y/n,” Tony said, startling the both of you. “Have a seat, I just need to grab a cup of coffee and I’ll be right back.”

He stalked out of the room, just leaving you and Steve. 

“So, Rogers. You finally going to tell me who you were attempting to flirt with?”

He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile that was starting to form. “Nope.”

“Ah, but at least you’re admitting it was you who looked it up this time,” you said, returning his smile.

“Fine, you got me. But I’m not telling you anything else.”

“That’s ok. I know you like me, Rogers.”

A look of shock passed over his face but he quickly tried to cover it with indifference. “Well, yeah, we’re friends.”

You crossed your arms and sighed dramatically. “Ok, I guess I won’t bother telling you how I feel about you then.”

“Ok, fine, fine. Yes, y/n, I like you. Of course I like you. You’re beautiful, a good fighter, kind-hearted. What’s not to like?” he said, giving you a small glance, his face flushed pink.

“Well, I like you too,” you said, grinning back at him.

Just then, Tony strutted back into the room, and abruptly stopped, glancing back and forth between you and Steve. “I feel like I’m interrupting something here.”

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He couldn’t help but stare - Peter Parker

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That night, you were in your bedroom that was on the very top floor of the Avengers compound, sitting at a large vanity, swiping mascara over your eyelashes. Natasha was in the room with you, brushing out your h/c locks, while you finished up your makeup.

Stark Industries was throwing a large party that night. Well, technically Tony was throwing the party. He just wanted an excuse to dress up and have a fun night, something that didn’t get to happen very often.

“Do you think Peter’s freaking out right now?” Natasha chuckled as she did one final brush through. She then made a move to grab the curling wand and sectioned off pieces of your hair.

You couldn’t help but giggle as the two of you imagined Peter, a nervous wreck, trying to put his tuxedo on and do his hair just right. “Definitely.”

“You guys are so perfect together,” Natasha remarked, wrapping a piece of your hair around the wand. “He really loves you.”

You looked down at your lap, suddenly feeling very shy. While you and Peter were the youngest Avengers, the rest of the team cared about you both. And ever since you had met her, Natasha was like the older sister you never had. She was the one that you could talk to about anything, especially relationships.

“You think so? We haven’t exactly expressed those feelings to each other yet.”

Natasha nodded, smiling at you through the mirror. “That boy lights up every time you walk in the room. Not everyone is lucky enough to have that.”

You both stayed silent for a moment, as Natasha finished curling your hair and as you processed what she said. You and Peter had only been official for about a month, but you knew that you had never felt this way about anyone before. And you doubted you ever would in the future.

“There, all done,” Natasha finally said. You inspected your final look in the mirror and realized that you felt more beautiful now than you ever have.

“Thanks, Nat,” you smiled, getting up out of the chair.

“Anytime,” she replied, and then ducked out of the room.

The last thing to do was put on your heels and grab your clutch that only contained your phone and an emergency pepper spray. Just in case.

You made your way down the long staircase that led into the main living room, where Peter and Natasha were waiting. Everyone else was already at Stark Industries.

You practically floated down the staircase, in your golden gown, and you visibly noticed Peter catch his breath. He couldn’t help but stare.

“Are you just going to stand there and gawk?” you asked, shooting him a smile.

“Yes,” he swallowed.

You were immediately flustered by his rare bluntness, and looked down at your feet to hide your flushed face. “Well, stop it. You look stupid.” As soon as you said it, you wished you could have taken your words back. He didn’t look stupid. He looked exactly like Natasha had described him: in love.

Embarrassed, and not sure what else to say, you instantly turned around and walked out the front door, where Natasha was waiting inside the black cab. Peter followed you out and then the car sped off towards Stark Industries.

Thankfully the drive wasn’t too long, and the three of you were only fifteen minutes late. The group of you entered the building and headed up to the ballroom.

“You look really good tonight,” you whispered to Peter so that Natasha couldn’t hear. You wanted to make up for your earlier comment. And it seemed to work.

“Thanks,” Peter replied, the tips of his ears turning bright red. “So do you. Like you look really beautiful. I mean, obviously you always do, but I mean...,” he trailed off. “That dress, wow.”

Your face brightened, and you felt amazingly confident, as you entered the ballroom with Peter on your arm.

The room was packed with people. The dance floor was crowded, almost every table was filled, and there was a decent line at the food table.

“Do you want to grab food first?” you asked Peter, knowing that he would most likely be hungry.

“I’m ok for right now,” he answered, smiling at you. “I’d rather dance with you, if that’s alright.”

“Of course it is,” you said, letting him lead you out onto the dance floor.

As soon as you reached the dancing crowd, a slow song started to play through the speakers.

You placed your left hand in his right one, and your right hand on his back. He held you close as you rocked back and forth to the music.

You were a little surprised at how good he was at dancing. When you voiced those same thoughts aloud, his cheeks were tinged a light pink.

“Oh, um, yeah. I kinda started taking lessons,” he said very quietly, as if he was hoping you wouldn’t hear him.

“With who?” you asked, excited to learn more about his dancing skills.

“That is private information,” he said, spinning you around skillfully. “Legally not allowed to tell you.”

“Oh, come on,” you teased. “I won’t judge.”

He eyed you warily but sighed in defeat. “Fine, it was Tony.”

Your eyes widened, and you tried your hardest to contain your laughter. You did promise you wouldn’t judge.

“Why in the world would you have Tony teach you how to dance? If anyone, I would have thought Steve,” you commented.

“Believe me, Tony was not my first choice,” Peter smiled, obviously relieved that you weren’t making fun of him. “But he insisted and I couldn’t really find a way out of it.”

“Well, first choice or not, Tony taught you well,” you grinned back at him.

The song finished up and the two of you headed off towards the dessert table. Peter insisted that dessert first was necessary. He grabbed a slice of cheesecake for you and a vanilla slice for himself. The two of you found a secluded table in the back of the room and dug in.

“I’ve had a really nice time with you tonight,” you told Peter, once you had both finished your pieces of cake.

“Me too,” he said, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers with his own. “I’m so lucky I have you.” Then he paused, as if he wanted to say something else, but decided better of it.

So you jumped at the chance to say what you assumed he was going to tell you. “Peter, I know we’ve only been dating for a month, but I feel like I just have to tell you that I’m falling in love with you.”

And just like that, a pressure felt like it had been lifted off of your shoulders. You felt free.

“Y/n, I couldn’t be more in love with you if I tried.”

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