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Hey guys, this was a request that I got last week, I'm sorry it’s taken me so long to get it out for some reason I was struggling to write. I know this isn’t amazing but I hope you all enjoy it and feedback is always welcomed.

Disclaimer: This is set in the age of ultron but wanda and pietro are a little older.

(P.s im dyslexic i'm trying my best)

Warnings: Character death, cheating, cursing, grief, sneakiness, angst. I think this is it but please let me know if you see any more.

Summary: Wanda cheats on reader because she feels they are responsible for her brother's death.

Word count: 2.6k

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“Bet you didn’t see that coming,” Pietro says with his signature smirk as he slowly falls to the ground. The bullets that were meant for you pierced through his skin. “No!” you screamed as you watched his body fall. You ran over to him in what felt like slow motion. “Pietro no come on stay with me.” You say with tears in your eyes while falling to the ground where he lay. “Come stay with me please Piet, please Wanda needs you.”

He looks up at you with his crystal blue eyes.

“My dear sister will be okay, for she has you her love.” He says slightly choking from the blood coming out of his mouth knowing that this was probably the end. “No I won't be enough, she needs her brother.” You say pleading with him to stay. “Yes you are and you better take care of her or I will haunt you.” He says jokingly.

You chuckle a little at that, finding it endearing that even in his last moments he was still cracking jokes like he normally would. “I- I will, I promise.” You say taking his right hand and squeezing it. You knew that he was tired. With all that he had been through with Hydra and losing his parents. You knew all he wanted was rest, but couldn’t until he knew his twin sister would be well taken care of. “I will do everything in my power.” He looks up at you nodding.

You nod back at him letting him know that it was okay for him to go to whatever afterlife he believed in. You watch his eyes close and wait for his last breath to leave his body. When you feel it, You hear this earth-shattering screaming. You knew it was Wanda.

With her powers and the strong bond she had with her twin, you knew that she would feel that they were no longer in this world together.

You're heartbroken at the sound, never ever wanting to hear the woman you loved scream in agony like that.

As you're collecting yourself trying to figure out what you should do about Pietro you hear Tony come on the comms. “Hey guys we’ve saved all we can here we have to leave.” You sigh knowing that he was too heavy for you to carry by yourself but not wanting to leave him there. You make the tough decision to leave. “I'm sorry, please forgive me.” You say walking away, your voice mixed with sadness and regret. Sadness because Wanda would never see her brother again and regret because it was all your fault.

You make your back to the heli-carrier all you can think about is Wanda. How were you gonna tell her that you were the reason her brother was dead? That just because you weren’t paying enough attention to your surroundings you didn’t see the bullets heading straight your way but her brother did and took them for himself? What kind of shit is that? You thought. You walk up the stairs into the cabin of the heil-carrier.

When you walk in you see Wanda sitting in the corner with an empty look in her eyes. You walk over and sit down next to her. As soon as you sit down she falls right into you sobbing. “What happened?” You hear her say as you wrap your arms around her. You sigh, deciding that it would be best to just tell her. “Um there were so many bots everywhere and we were both fighting some but I guessed one was getting ready to shoot me I had my back turned so I didn’t see…but he did and he ran in front of me.” You reply trying not to break down. Wanting to be strong for Wanda. “I'm so sorry, I tried to help him but there was nothing I could do.” You say grabbing her hands almost pleading with her not to be mad at you.

All she does is squeeze your hand back with a nod. You were about to say something else when Clint walked on board. “Hey, where's speedy?” Wanda breaks down crying again with the mention of the nickname the boy had been given. You look up at him through your glossy eyes as you hold Wanda tighter and shake your head. Feeling sorry for the man because you know he had taken a liking to the boy. He nodded his head, “I’ll let the others know.” He said as he walked away feeling heavier than he did when he approached you both.

A few weeks had passed since that mission. The atmosphere in the compound is still very heavy. Feeling the weight of not only a hero lost but the casualties as well. You tried to make Wanda feel any kind of “better” you could. Her routine was the same every day. She’d sleep til almost noon when she woke she would cry for a while and wouldn’t eat until you damn near forced her.

On occasion, she would talk about him with you or ask you to watch what were her and her twin's favorite sitcoms.

You would do it all if it meant that she would feel at least a little better. You didn’t want to be selfish but if you were telling the truth you just missed your old Wanda. You knew she would probably never be the exact same again but if you could you would give anything just to see her little nose squench up or to hear her little giggles again.

That’s exactly how you felt when you noticed her hanging around Natasha more. Wanda had always taken a liking to the widow so you didn’t find it weird when you found the 2 sitting at the kitchen table with smiles on their faces. You were very happy to see Wanda showing any other type of emotion besides sadness. It felt very good to see her smiling even if it wasn’t directed at you. As the weeks went on the two started to spend even more time together. Whether that was eating, movie nights, or training it just seemed like they were always together.

You were starting to feel a little jealous at the fact she was spending more and more time with the avenger and less time with you but she was starting to become brighter in a sense. Again you didn’t want to be selfish even though you were feeling a little jealous and missing your girlfriend, especially because she was finally starting to become more like herself again. You decide to bring it up though, not as accusing her of something you believed she wasn’t even capable of but just as she seemed like she was starting to feel more like herself.

When you walked up the stairs into your shared room. You saw her sitting on the bed smiling at her phone. “Hey, baby.” You said sitting down next to her and kissing her forehead. You realized when you sat down she quickly took her phone and put it under her thigh. “Hi, is there something you want?” She said, Her accent is still very strong, not having left her native country not that long ago. You were taken aback by the tone she spoke to you with, her not ever even raising her voice at you within the year you had been together.

“No not really, just wanted to talk, you know see how you’re doing with everything.” You said. She looked at you and nodded, “Well I’m doing fine, I’ve just been cleared to go on missions again, I’ll be going on one in a few days actually.”

You were surprised at that and a little worried not that you didn’t think she could take care of herself but thinking she would want to take a break after everything that had happened. “Are you sure? I mean are you ready?”

You questioned with nothing but concern for the woman you loved well being although she didn’t take it that way.

“Yes! God you’re always trying to smuggle me, I can take care of myself. I don’t need you besides Natasha’s coming with me.” Her harsh words hurt you but you didn’t let her know that thinking that it was her grief making her react this way.

“Okay, okay I was just asking, I know you can take care of yourself, I’m glad someone’s coming with you. You and Nat seem to be getting closer, that's good.” You say.

Wanda sighs, “Yeah she’s an amazing friend.” She says with a smile. Almost the same smile she used to give you.

“Well that’s good I’m glad you have another person in your circle.” You say walking away with a gnawing feeling in your chest.

A few days had gone by and it was time for the 2 to go on the mission together. To say you had a bad feeling about it would be an understatement. You didn’t know what it was, you just felt like something was going to go wrong within the couple of days they’d be out. Not necessarily with the mission but something.

As you walked up to the landing pad with Wanda to send her off. Natasha was already there waiting for her, as soon as Wanda saw her she quickly let go of your hand and almost ran to hug the Russian. This made you feel some kind of way but you didn’t bring it up right then, not wanting to upset the girl right before she left.

Before the 2 got on the plane you reached out to Wanda’s hand. You noticed that she seemed very eager to leave but you thought maybe she was just excited about the mission. “Be safe please, come home to me.” You say going in to kiss her but instead, she dodges it. “I will be okay bye.” She said as she got up into the jet with the help of Natasha.

Right before the door closed the spy winked at you.

When you made it back to the compound you decided that you would take a shower to try and get rid of the awful feeling you had. You got on the elevator and walked into your room. While you were getting your clothes and stuff for your shower. You heard someone’s phone go off. You knew it wasn’t yours because you always had your phone on vibrate. You looked around and saw the phone that rang was on the dresser. You realized that it was Wanda’s phone, she had always left her phone at the compound when she went on missions.

Now you knew that you shouldn’t look but you just couldn’t help but to check and see who or what it was. You picked that phone up and opened it, you saw that she had a few messages that were unread. When You clicked on them you saw most of them were from this person she had in her phone as “N” You clicked on her contact and your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach at what you saw. There were multiple messages but not just any kind of message. They were flirty, there were pictures and voice messages of Wanda and whoever “N” was. You soon found out when you came across a photo of what looked like another bedroom in the compound. The picture was of just what you were guessing to be “N’s” chest. The woman had on a red push-up bra and when you looked closely you could see little red hairs. You looked even more closely at the photo, and that’s when you saw the little black widow emblem Natasha wears on her suit. That's when you knew your suspicions had been true.

It all made sense now. The two were spending more and more time together, and getting closer and closer. You couldn’t think of a reason why she would do something like this. You never even thought that she was capable of cheating. You were so upset you couldn’t even cry. You knew you needed to figure out what you wanted to do.

You decided that you would think more about it over the 2 days that she would be gone.

The two days had gone by and you finally knew what you were gonna do. You had it all planned out all you needed to do now was wait for her to arrive which by your calculations would be any minute now. You were in the common room when you heard laughter. It was time that your plan started.

You got up and walked over to them only acknowledging your girlfriend. “Hey love welcome home I have a surprise for you if you would just follow me.” You said reaching your hand to her. You see them both look at each other and only one of them speaks. “See you later?” Natasha says smirking at Wanda. “Yeah see you later,” she replies. Natasha walks off. “So what’s happening later?” You asked while leading her to where you have a nice dinner set up with her favorite Paprikash. “Oh nothing, we're just gonna do our mission reports together.” She replies. “Well isn’t that nice?” You say pulling her chair out for her to sit. “This all looks amazing.” She says already picking up her fork to dig in. “Thank you, I worked very hard.” You said smiling on the outside. On the inside, you were absolutely dying.

You were halfway through dinner even though you could barely stomach your food when it was time for the next part of your plan. “So I made up a little short film we could watch while we finish up eating.” She looks up from her plate and nods. “Okay play it.” You get up and grab your phone, having downloaded everything you need. You airplay your phone onto the TV and press play on the little video you made.

As she’s watching it you can see all the emotions on her face and not one of them is regret. When the video is over you unconnect your phone. “Well that was a good little film, wasn’t it?” You asked, the look on her face is priceless. “When’d you find out?” You chuckle a little at that. “That’s what you're worried about? Hmm interesting but to answer your question the day you left. You left your phone on the dresser-“ “So you looked through it!” She said yelling, cutting you off. “Yes as a matter of fact, I did, you have been acting off for weeks.” you say calmly back “Oh well maybe it had something to do with the fact my fucking brother died-“ “NO it has been more than that. In fact, you’ve been acting weird ever since you started hanging out with Natasha on the date.” “OH, what happy??!! I’ve been acting happy. That’s because she actually makes me happy because she’s not the one who killed my brother!” She cried.

You were stunned at that. You knew that she had to blame you at least a little bit because hell you blame yourself, but you didn’t think her resentment would lead to this. “So that’s what this is about.” You say almost crying yourself. “I’m sorry but I just can’t do this anymore, every time I look at you I just think about him and I just can't. I'm sorry I do love you, I do but just not enough anymore.” She walks away, with you feeling heartbroken and guilty but knowing what you knew to be true from the beginning, You wouldn’t be enough.

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grace-writes-shit · 1 year

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Hopelessly Devoted (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Words: 3.7K

Warnings/Themes: Domestic Life, Domestic Fluff, Talk of marriage, Talk of having kids, Marriage Proposal

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Dr. Raynor

“How are things going with Y/N?”

He stared at the wall behind the woman. Can’t really say ‘older woman,’ seeing as how he is practically twice her age. But she does look older, he thought to himself. And she likes to nag like his grandmother did.

“Fine. Things are fine.” He’d do anything to be out of this room and with Y/N instead. He’d rather be with her than do anything else, in fact. That’s how ‘fine’ things are going.

“And you two are still doing your own exercises at home?” She questioned him again, her passive-aggressive notebook still sitting on the table next to her. If he were being honest, the exercises he and Y/N did at home helped him far better than sitting in this room with this old crone.

“Yeah.”

“And how are those going?” Question after question. Y/N didn’t need to ask so many questions. She just knew. Granted, her ability to slip into others’ minds helped. Bucky hesitated before giving an answer. If he answered at all the Doc would see that as cooperation and he didn’t feel like doing that. If he lied, she would see through it. But if he told the truth… She would probably see it as progress, and he might be able to quit these court-mandated sessions soon. Truth it is.

“I didn’t have a nightmare last night,” he offered, not quite meeting her eyes, looking at the middle of her forehead. Her eyebrows rose.

“Good. That’s very good.” She paused to observe him; her gaze was cold and calculating compared to the one at home. The one that holds his gaze with so much love and understanding that it makes his chest feel like it was splintering.

“What did you dream about?” She asked.

“That’s kinda personal, Doc.” He hoped the lilt he forced into his voice would satisfy her, trying to imply it was some intimate dream about him and his girlfriend. In a way, it had been.

“This is therapy; it’s supposed to be personal.” She gave him a flat look. Darn. Bucky rubbed his palms on his jeans and looked out the window. He should have just lied.

“James, what did you dream about?” She asked again, her tone slightly softer. “Did you hurt her? In your dream?” She read his anxiousness wrong. Y/N wouldn’t have; even without her powers.

“I said I didn’t have a nightmare.” It would have been the worst nightmare he could possibly have. He couldn’t even bare to think of hurting her. Luckily, he has not had a dream of hurting her. Not after she had laid his ass flat multiple times with just a brush of her powers over his mind. Not after she shoved the soldier back into the basement of his mind when they first met in Berlin.

“So, it was a good one?”

“I didn’t say that.” No, but it had been. It was everything he had dreamed of. He and Y/N, married. A nice house with a white picket fence. The laughter of their kids in the backyard with their dog. And the two of them slow dancing in the kitchen, flour in her hair from baking. The sunlight was soft as it filtered through the lace curtains.

It was everything he had thought he’d have when he had come home from the War. But he never did.

And now that he was getting a taste of it… He didn’t feel like he deserved it.

A tone filled the room, some musical piece to indicate their session was over. It pulled him from reliving his dream. Saved by the bell.

“Well, we’ll pick up here next week, then.” She uncrossed her legs and grabbed her notebook, writing a few notes. He wasted no time to shoot off the couch and make his way to the door, barely mumbling a farewell to the Doc.

“But James,” she called as his metal hand wrapped around the door handle. He paused but didn’t look back at her. She sighed. “You do deserve whatever you dreamt about.” How she knew what kind of dream it had been was beyond him, but her words had his chest constricting.

“Bye, Doc.” He left the room.

Bucky returned to the Compound around lunchtime; he knew she would be in their shared apartment with food waiting. She always ordered the best comfort food on the days he had to see Dr. Raynor. Sushi.

Her singing reached his ears before he opened the door; the sweet sound sent his heart soaring. He smiled as he silently walked to the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. She had yet to notice him, with her headphones in and her focus on the dough in front of her.

She was an absolute vision. Her hair was up in a messy bun, secured by a floral pattern scrunchie. She wore one of his white t-shirts that hugged her in all the right places, paired with floral pajama shorts. Simple white socks covered her usually frigid toes.

And she was singing like an angel. A song he hadn’t heard yet, though that was not a surprise. But man, did he sure love hearing her sing.

“My head is saying, ‘Fool, forget him.’ My heart is saying, ‘Don’t let go, hold on to the end,' that’s what I intend to do. I’m hopelessly devoted to you.” She swayed as she rolled up her dough, completely lost in her song.

He let her finish her song before coming up behind her, just as she was placing her unbaked cinnamon rolls in the pan to proof. She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I was wondering when you’d come and give me a hug. You were standing over there staring at me like a creeper.” She chuckled, twisting in his hold after placing a tea towel over her pan. She removed her headphones and placed them and her phone on the counter.

“Sorry, I was enjoying the view too much.” He returned her smile before pressing a kiss to her lips. She grinned into the kiss, threading her floury hands into the short hair at the base of his neck. When they parted, their eyes locked, and he rested his forehead against hers. Their eyes glazed as he allowed her into his head.

It was something they both agreed on. After every session with Dr. Raynor, Bucky would report everything that had happened during the session, including the things he thought about but didn’t say out loud. They both knew it would be easier for him to open up about certain things with her over his shrink, so the issue was never pushed on him to be more open with the Doc.

“Hm… I have to say I agree with her parting statement,” Y/N remarked as she pulled away. “But first, let’s eat. I could feel how hungry you are.”

Bucky forced a smile and helped her set out the sushi she had kept in the fridge until he got home. She had ordered a lot more than she normally did. Probably because of his dream last night. He didn’t show her his dream. Rather, his emotions were so high during the dream that she somehow got sucked into his mind and was living it with him. They had a small talk about it that morning before his appointment.

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the food and each other’s company. This is why he preferred his exercises with Y/N over his sessions with Dr. Raynor. Y/N never pushed him to talk. Never used a notebook as a weapon to get him to talk. She was patient and warm and kind. She understood that adjusting to this new life of his was hard; especially after everything he has done.

Forced to do. He reminded himself. It was one exercise Y/N had him practicing. Just rewording his thoughts. He didn’t have to believe it, not yet, but he just had to say it to himself. Eventually, he’d find himself believing it, she had said. She said it with such conviction that he couldn’t help but believe her. Because that’s how she got herself out of her dark place.

“What was that song you were singing?” He asked after they had eaten their fill and were cleaning up. She nearly dropped the dish in her hand as she whipped her head around to look at him. You would have thought he had slapped her with the look of pure shock and offense on her face.

“Excuse me? What song-? What?” She sputtered and shook her head in disbelief. He gave an incredulous laugh at her behavior.

“Is it really that much of a surprise that I don’t know it?”

“Yes!” She answered quickly. “It absolutely is, seeing as how we’ve known and been together for literal years, now. I can’t believe we’ve never watched Grease!”

She didn’t give him time to question anymore as she snatched the plate from his hands and carelessly tossed it into the sink and began pushing him to the bedroom.

“Dishes can wait! You get your old ass into some comfy clothes while I set up the classroom, because you’re gonna learn just how great of a movie Grease is, and you are going to like it.” Her tone left no room for arguments as she gave him one last push into the bedroom before disappearing into the living room.

He chuckled but did as he was told and slipped into some gray sweatpants that Y/N had once told him were obscene, and a cozy black hoodie. He took an extra moment to grab the large, fluffy blanket from their bed so they could cuddle under it.

When he entered the living room the movie was already pulled up on Prime Video and she was nowhere to be seen. The smell and sound of popcorn cooking gave away her position in the kitchen, along with her singing.

He grinned and tossed the blanket onto the couch before sneaking into the kitchen. She had just pulled the bag out of the microwave and was putting it in the large bowl, two sodas already on the counter. Defenses down. Shot clear. She set the bowl down and reached for the candy in the cabinet. Taking the shot.

Swooping low, Bucky knocked her legs out with his arm under her knees, the other wrapping around her back and lifting her into the air. A shriek of surprise turned into laughter, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. She gave him a loud, sloppy kiss.

“Should we get this show on the road?” He asked when they parted. She nodded and grabbed the bowl and candy and sodas, holding them in her lap as it seemed he wasn’t putting her down until they got to the living room.

He deposited her on the couch and sat next to her, pulling her legs onto his lap, and tossing the large blanket over them. She pressed play and nuzzled into his side. Bucky wrapped his arms tighter around her, kissing her temple.

As they watched, Bucky would ask questions or make comments on the characters. Y/N was happy to see him so engaged and genuinely enjoying the movie. Over the years, she would watch movies with him, trying to catch him up on pop culture. His favorites so far had been the original trilogy of Star Wars.

“Danny is a bit of a tool,” Bucky said out of nowhere. They had been sitting in silence during the prom scene and had finally reached the drive-in scene. Y/N left out a barking laugh at the sudden declaration.

“You know, he definitely is!”

By the time the movie ended, it was mid-afternoon, and Y/N was yawning. It was her usual nap time. Her work for Tony Stark and the Avengers usually had her sleeping at random times, just as inconsistent as Bucky’s sleeping schedule, mostly because part of her job was to help Bucky.

“How’d you like the movie?” She asked, stretching out her legs before standing from the couch.

“Definitely in the top ten.” Bucky’s eyes raked up her stretching form, the shorts, the way his shirt hugged her curves, and her messy bun at the top of her head. It all had him feeling like the luckiest man in the universe.

“Only the top ten? Why? And in what place?” She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and a slight pout on her lips. This was definitely in the top five for her.

“Don’t get me wrong, the movie was great, and I loved it. But I’d probably place it at number six.” Okay, sixth place wasn’t that bad, just one movie away from being top five.

“Okay, so the top three I know is the Star Wars trilogy, and fourth place is the first Hobbit… But what is fifth place? What’s better than Grease?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Bucky laughed awkwardly and looked away, a blush on his cheeks.

“Nothing…” He had seen this movie a couple of times and he loved it. The characters, the music, and the plot, it was all great. But it seemed… a little embarrassing for him to like it. He was still very old-fashioned and the style of dancing and clothing in this movie had him a little flustered.

“Oh, come on! What movie?” Y/N stepped forward until she stood between his legs and then bent over him, caging his head with her arms resting on the couch behind him. He turned his face to the side, not wanting to look into those inviting eyes.

She could just look into his mind with her abilities, but that would be an invasion of privacy and when she gained these powers, she vowed to never look into someone else’s mind without consent. Because consent is sexy.

“You can’t laugh.” He mumbled, still not making eye contact with his girlfriend. She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.

“I’d never laugh at you, dear.” A blatant lie, they both knew.

“Liar.” Bucky reached up to pinch her side. She squealed and her knees buckled, allowing him to pull her onto his lap. “Just this morning you laughed at me because I asked where that kid’s parents were.”

Y/N let out another laugh as she recalled Bucky’s reaction this morning to a TikTok she had been watching. Some pre-teen girl was cursing about something wrong in her life and Bucky happened to catch the colorful language as he passed by.

Y/N definitely agreed with him, but coming from the 106-year-old soldier, it just sounded like the most grandpa response he could have come up with.

“Oh, but it was the cutest thing!” She snuggled into him, pressing her face into his bearded cheek. He let out a hmph and tried to turn his face away again. But her hands came up to hold him in place and she littered kisses all over his face. “Please, Buck? I won’t laugh.”

Bucky knew if he looked at her, he’d see those big puppy eyes and he would immediately crack. But her hands running over his chest and neck were having the same effect anyway. He tossed his head back against the back of the couch with a groan. She grinned, knowing she got him.

“Fine.” He hesitated for a moment, chewing on the inside of his lip. “It’s… di…cing..”

She tilted her head in confusion, “Come again?”

“Dirty Dancing! Okay? I like Dirty Dancing.”

Y/N had to press her lips into a tight line to stop the laugh that was bubbling up due to his outburst. She wasn’t laughing at his choice of movie, but just the way he said it. His face was bright red, and he was glaring up at the ceiling.

“Awww, Buck! That’s so cute!” She squealed and smothered him in kisses. He groaned and stood up, dropping her to the couch as she laughed.

“You lair! You said you wouldn’t laugh!” He made to stomp away but she rolled off the couch to the floor and grabbed his ankle.

“I’m not laughing at your choice of movie, I promise! I love that movie, too, Buck!”

“Nope, too late. Release me, you leech.” He began shuffling his way to their bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his ankle and forced him to drag her.

“Never!” She cried in defiance and reached up with one hand to tickle the back of his knee. He buckled and hit the ground. She could feel his panic as he began to army crawl away. She cackled evilly as she grabbed the back of his hoodie and dragged herself forward to straddle his back.

“No! Please! Lemme go- HA!” She had begun her assault on his sides. His scream-laughing had her chest filling with light and joy. It wasn’t so long ago that he never even smiled. So, to hear him let loose in such a way made her feel like the luckiest woman in the universe. To be able to have him like this. To love him like this. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Her fingers slowed until they rested along his scapulas. He turned his head to stare at her from the corner of one blue eye. His brows were drawn suspiciously. However, the soft smile on her face had his face relaxing into an easy smile. She leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“I love you, Bucky,” She whispered in his ear before standing up. He was quick to his feet and even quicker to pull her into his arms. His lips sealed over hers in a chaste kiss.

“I love you more, Dollface.” He said in between peppering kisses over her face. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into his affections.

They both lived for days like this. It was a battle getting here, but it was well worth it. The calm that enveloped their cozy apartment, the warmth that filled everyone who entered. The quiet as they lay in bed, and the ruckus of them teasing each other. This was Bucky’s entire world. Right here. In her arms.

They had calmed down and were simply holding each other, both lost in thought of their love for the other. She gently stroked her fingers down the back of his head, letting her nails scrape against his scalp. She could feel the goosebumps rising under her other hand.

He was giving her the same treatment with his arms wrapped around her waist, his right hand tracing up and down her spine. He was so warm against her. She sighed contently against his skin, dropping a kiss to the space his shoulder met his neck. He hummed in happiness.

Oh yeah, he was going to make the dream he had last night come true. The second she fell asleep for her nap he was going to look up rings. And maybe a house. And at the shelter for a dog, or maybe a cat. Hell, he should look at baby cribs while he’s at it.

“What are you thinking about so hard, Bucky? I can smell smoke,” she teased. He grumbled and nipped her neck.

“Rude. And here I was thinking about how good you would look in a wedding dress.” He released her and tried to pull away. “But nevermind.”

“Wait! What?” She tightened her arms around him, preventing him from going anywhere, not like he truly planned to anyway. He was far too happy in her embrace to be out of it for long anyway. “You were thinking of me in a wedding dress? Is it because of your dream last night?”

Bucky stepped closer to her again, his hands on her hips stroking circles with his thumbs. “Well, yeah. Last night was the first time I dreamed of us being married… But it’s not the first time I thought about it.”

Hope and unadulterated joy filled her chest. Not a day went by since she confessed to him last year that she didn’t think of what it would be like to be called, Mrs. Barnes.

“Come here!” She pulled away from him and grabbed his hand, dragging him into their room. He had whiplash. One second he was saying he wanted to marry her and the next she was dragging him through their home.

In the bedroom, she went to the desk and pulled a notebook from the drawer. It was the one she kept with her during briefings and other meetings.

“Do you remember a few months ago when we were in a meeting and you asked what I was doodling?” She held the book to her chest nervously. Her feet were pressed together, fidgeting. He nodded slowly. He wasn’t entirely sure where she was going with this.

“Okay, well, I wasn’t really doodling… I was writing this.” She opened the notebook to a page in the middle and handed it over to him. He took it with shaking hands as hope and anticipation flooded his senses.

Mrs. Barnes <3

It was written over and over again on the page. Some with her first name. Some with her first and middle. She even looked to be practicing different signatures with Barnes as her last name.

“I’m sorry… it’s kinda weird, I’m just now realizing… We can forget it-”

He silenced her with a soul-searing kiss. He was never forgetting this. She wanted to marry him just as much as he wanted to marry her. Her hands dropped the notebook to instead grip his hoodie and pull him in closer.

When they pulled away their faces had matching love-drunk grins.

“I don’t have a ring and I don’t want to let you go to kneel, but will you, Y/N L/N, do me the very high honor of marrying me?” Bucky’s blue eyes peered into her own, bright and hopeful. She giggled and pulled him into a tight hug, her arms now around his neck and her lips against his ear.

“Of course, I will.”

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inlovewhithafairytale · 8 months

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Me choosing men

me: ok I'm really sure that this one is a good one.

Friend: apart from the fact that he is fictional, I can't be sure of your judgment when it comes to men.

Me: the men I like are hot you can't deny that.

Friend: yeah, but are we going to ignore the fact that they've KILLED people before?

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pigeonp0st · 21 days

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heelloo!! uhm i was thinking could u write an agatha harkness x reader one with Agatha sees r with another person (just as closer friends but Agatha doesn’t know it). Then Agatha invites r to her house and Agatha has to bite down on their lip so hard whenever r talks about the other person, angst with happy ending please (and if your are comfortable, maybe you can add smut)?

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary:

Agatha gets jealous of your relationship with Wanda. Emotion ensues.

Warning:

Jealousy, angst (not really)

Notes:

Thanks for the request! I wrote this pretty fast and have not even read it over once…I’ll probably fix it up later…anyways! Hope you enjoy still <3 I always love an Agatha request

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Agatha stopped Wanda for you. She brought down Westview, and forced Wanda into reality. In the process she ruined both of their fantasies; Wanda’s fantasy of a perfect life, and Agathas of all consuming power.

She did it for you. Because the prospect of power was nothing compared to the prospect of your devastation. Because you asked her to. You with your warm eyes, full of more emotion and humanity than both Agatha and Wanda have in power combined.

You asked her to, and there was no other option.

So no. She doesn’t regret it. Doesn’t regret trailing behind you and Wanda to help the Avengers, doesn’t regret following you. Can’t possibly. She doesn’t regret it, but Wanda smiles at you, leans in close, and Agatha feels a bit like she’s been betrayed. Betrayed because you smile back, and whisper something into Wanda’s ear that makes her flush a color that’s just perfect for the Scarlett Witch.

Agatha grits her teeth and returns to her book. She’s lived centuries and has never felt more childish.

It shouldn’t bother how close you and Wanda have gotten, she knows. She has no right to feel betrayed. She hasn’t done anything she’s done expecting anything more than your happiness. You aren’t hers.

You aren’t hers, and so Agatha just fumes silently in the corner of the room and imagines burning this whole damn tower down.

You don’t even know how Agatha cares, she knows. Every bit of vulnerability, love, and affection is hidden behind layers of humor and sarcasm.

You watch Agatha with distrust still because of it; wondering about alternative motives. Everyone in this god forsaken tower does, and Agatha has no idea why she’s here giving up centuries of planning for this game. These people are no different to those in Westview. Children playing dress up and pretend. All of them wearing costumes of heroes who aren’t afraid.

Cowards. All of them.

Your loud laugh draws Agatha’s attention from her page. Wanda is smiling at you with a gentleness Agatha can’t afford, and Agatha thinks, both with affection and a heavy heart; all of them but you.

She knows that despite her help she has given no one here good reason to trust her. She admits to herself that she enjoys letting them think she’s scheming—that she plays into it.

They’re just as uncaring for her as she is them. They push her away, but all you do is pull her in. To be brave and foolish is one in the same to Agatha, and she loves you for all the things she can’t afford to be.

—-

It’s only the next day that Agatha walks into the compound looking for you. She wants your help to test her potion.

She’s been visiting every day this week, and she’s beginning to feel a bit like the person she thought she wouldn’t ever be again. She’s beginning to settle into the thoughts instead of jerk away.

Then she sees you. You’re on top of Wanda, both you and her sleeping peacefully on the couch. Your head on her chest, her hand threaded in your hair, your legs intertwined.

The glass potion in Agatha’s hand shatters violently and loudly, startling only Wanda awake. She jerks and snaps her eyes towards Agatha, always on edge after being raised in war. Their eyes meet for only a second, and then both turn back to you, still sleeping peacefully.

Agatha turns on her heel. Wanda says, with a knowing that ruins her; “wait—”

Agatha, cowardly, no different than the people she despises, and never having claimed otherwise, teleports away.

—-

Agatha avoids the compound for just a week before she caves and invites you over.

She can’t bear to see Wanda, which is a new thing because usually she enjoys tormenting her. The image of her protective hand tangled in your hair, and your possessive leg thrown over her is still fresh in Agatha’s mind though.

Then there’s the text Wanda sent after Agatha left; filled with the same knowing Agatha sensed with her departure. You’re 5 years old.

(Then a bit later; whatever was in that potion melted through the compound. I hope you can magic up some money to fix your tantrum.)

Agatha, the picture of wisdom, sends Wanda two middle fingers and then blocks her.

So, naturally, she’s glad when you show up only an hour after Agatha’s text. No Wanda, for the first time in weeks.

At least—that’s what Agatha expected. It’s an hour later and all you’ve talked about is Wanda. Wanda this, Wanda that. Agatha has always had a challenge with patience, it’s always the biggest challenge of her schemes, and biting on her lip is barely constraining her from lashing out at this point.

It’s when Agatha tones your voice out though, that she notices the hunch to your shoulders, the heaviness in your eyes.

And the bruise around your neck. Why hadn’t she noticed sooner? “Who did this to you?”

Agatha drops her dishes immediately, rushing to where you’re seated at the kitchen island. She thinks; who, who, with a desperate frustration as she tilts your head up to inspect the injury. She’ll kill them. Kill them.

For now, she pulls her magic forward, setting to the task of healing the violence inflicted on you, but you pull away from Agatha just as suddenly as she calls on her magic; angry in a way Agatha is caught off guard by.

“All you are is hot and cold,” you mutter, looking away. “I’ve been trying to reach you for days and you haven’t responded, then I come as soon as you call and you ignore me for an hour. Now…now you suddenly care that I’m hurt?”

Agatha blinks, once, twice, and then you’re standing up and pacing her kitchen. Agatha stands, hand still hovering where it was touching your cheek, and watches.

“If you’re done—If you’ve already gotten what you needed from us, whatever it is, and are done, just tell me. Tell me and stop pretending to care,” you plead. Agatha notices the dark circles under your eyes. Notices all the parts of you that are dimmed now that she’s not stuck on Wanda, Wanda. “I can’t play pretend like you do, Ag. I don’t get what it serves you to act like you care about me. I have nothing to offer.”

You’re spiraling in the middle of Agatha’s kitchen, and Agatha is torn between all of the parts of herself. The one that wants to laugh and brush this all aside, the one that wants to comfort you, the one that wants to kiss you, and the one she settles on; the version of her that’s angry and feeling misunderstood by the person she knows she’s done everything to deceive.

She’s not often hit by regret, or not often this out of control over her own emotions. It makes her angrier. Angrier because it takes her back and makes her feel younger than she’s been in centuries. She’s not that child anymore, can’t be.

Don’t you get that you’re ruining her?

—-

“I care,” Agatha whispers urgently, silently fuming and with her face morphed into a frustrated scowl. “Of course I care,” she says, like it should have never been in question—because she’s made it so clear apparently, you think disbelievingly, unable to help the scoff that chokes out of you.

Yeah right.

With more disappointment than Agatha could ever understand, you shake your head. “The only thing you care about, Agatha, is power. You tell me yourself all the time. I just thought— ” you pause, untamed tears coming to your eyes. “I don’t know what I thought…”

The moment the words leave your lips, you and Agatha enter into a standoff. Agatha furious and raging, and you too wrapped in your own emotions to register it as it is.

Agatha angry for the first time—at this. At the doubting of her care. It should say all you need to know, but you’ve missed it completely now that you’ve stopped looking.

It’s another moment of glaring before Agatha scoffs and stalks forward, pushing you into the wall and trapping you. Anyone else would be scared, but you just continue to glare (even as you flush).

There’s a part of you somewhere, one you don’t notice, but that Agatha does. A part of you that knows Agatha would never hurt you.

“I’m too old for this, ” Agatha grits out, and then her hand is around your throat. You don’t even flinch. Aren’t even surprised when you feel the rush of healing magic. All you’re surprised about is just that— your lack of surprise.

Agatha’s eyes turn inspecting, she shifts your head to the side with her other hand, ignoring your protests. You’re beginning to feel like a child, beginning to see things as they are.

Of course Agatha cares, you know. Somehow it hurts just as much. How could she both care and be so unpredictable, so cold? Had she thought of how you’d feel at all when you ignored her for the week? The other Avengers grew suspicious, checking everywhere around the compound for something stolen. You thought something terrible happened to her.

Only Wanda seemed unbothered. “She’s just throwing a tantrum,” she said, and wouldn’t explain further.

“Who did this?” Agatha repeats, pulling you from your thoughts.

“It was a mission”, you explained, the fire leaving you with it. You can’t afford to be mad at Agatha. You need and miss her too much.

Agatha growls, not settled at all. “Isn’t Wanda supposed to be protecting you?” She asks venomously, her jaw tightening along with her hand. “What good is your little girlfriend if she can’t even do that?”

It’s so laced with bitterness, with wanting, you’re left to blink at her, utterly shocked. Does Agatha think—? Wanda’s voice comes to your head; “she saw us cuddling and looked like she was going to murder me with the shattered glass in her hand.”

Seriously?

“What?” Agatha asks, self conscious in a way she never is. Self conscious because she likes—possibly loves you back.

All of this week’s turmoil, and for what? Because the two of you love each other?

—

You’re grinning at Agatha now, and Agatha is completely suspicious and unnerved. She tries to step back but you capture her wrists, pull her even closer.

Agatha’s heart pounds at the look on your face. Like a Cheshire cat. She can’t escape the feeling that she’s been caught. She eyes you with uneasiness.

You look at her expectantly now. “So much wisdom and yet you’re still so stupid?”

“Stupid?” Agatha repeats with disgust, like the word isn’t even in the dictionary.

You nod. “Agatha,” you breathe, affectionately. Agatha feels her world shift. “You know I love you, don’t you? Wanda is only ever going to be my frie—”

Agatha doesn’t let you finish. Couldn’t bear too. She’s always standing on the precipice of something. Always hovering over lines, too impatient to stand back, and your I love you snaps Agatha forward, like she’s been waiting for it for centuries. She kisses you roughly, pushing you back against the wall, and tries to claim it.

I love you, to the person who has never felt loved. She turned her back on love the moment love turned her back on her. She was only a teenager then, realizing that there was not a strength she could have that would make her enough for her mother—for her clan. There was not a person she could be beside herself, and never a version that wasn’t lacking, just out of reach of affection.

Then you. You showed up in Westview, strong enough to break in unaffected, and suspicious of Agatha, suspicious and then knowing, but still caring through it, and Agatha felt herself enough in the moments her mother would have claimed were her weakest; her moments where she was vulnerable and honest.

She kisses you like you’re her testament of her strength, now. Like you’re a testament of just how enough she is. She’s always been wanting, and doesn’t know how to exist without it. Without the yearning of; more, more, more, but as her kisses slow down, turn loving instead of passionate, she thinks for the first time that to exist like this—for the first time at peace, is something she could get used to forever.

You’re breathing heavily when Agatha breaks away, completely flustered and shaken. Agatha feels her heart pick up again, and thinks, no—she’ll always be wanting, and moves in to kiss you again.

You laugh, so joyful and happy—because of her. Because of her—a hand over Agatha’s mouth to stop her. “Are we ever going to talk?” You wonder breathlessly. “About feelings? About where you got that idea about Wanda and me?

Agatha pulls your hand away, smiles devilishly and possessively. “After I’ve had you against every corner of this house, we’ll invite Wanda over and talk over everything you’d like.”

You groan in exasperation, but there’s no protesting when Agatha kisses you next, and from the way you practically fall into the way Agatha’s hand curls loosely around your neck, she doesn’t expect one anytime soon.

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faithshouseofchaos · 1 month

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Hi! Saw you taking requests for Bucky Bares and I love this guy. So we got same birth month just three weeks apart. Lol, you could use this as a prompt.

Bucky Barnes x reader

You had just gotten back from a mission. Just in time for your birthday. As much as you were excited about your birthday you had other things to worry about such as a grumpy super soldier who didn’t celebrate his birthday. So with a cupcake,candle and a gift you made your way to his room.

Knocking on his bedroom door you waited until you heard a gruff “come in”.

“Hey there soldier” you said walking into his room.

“Hey when did you get back?” Bucky asked

“ a few minutes ago just into time for my birthday party later on tonight” you explained

“Oh yeah happy birthday” Bucky says

“Uh huh and speaking of birthdays I heard that you didn’t celebrate yours” you said looking at the super soldier who paled.

“Who told you?” Bucky asked

“Steve”

“Of course he did” Bucky says sighing

“Anyways I got you something”

“What do you get me?”

“This” you said, showing him a chocolate flavored cupcake with your favorite colored buttercream frosting with a single candle sticking out of it and lighting it with a snap of your fingers.

“Make a wish” you tell him holding it out to him

“You didn’t have to do this” Bucky says taking the cupcakes

“Yes I did Bucky”

Bucky smiles softly before blowing out the small flame of the candle and sitting the cupcake to the side.

“Perfect and one more thing” you say pulling out the WD-40 you stuck in your back pocket and tossing it to him Bucky catches it with ease.

“Really WD-40” Bucky groans

“Yes really and happy birthday Buck and I expect you to be at my party tonight” you say walking out of his room.

“I’ll be there!” Bucky called out

“Good!” you yelled back to get ready for your birthday party

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widow-maximov · 8 months

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Older

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, slight mention of smut, soft, good ending.

Summary: Being a student and crushing on teachers was everyone's phase. But that was your reality that you didn't know it would come true...

Word count: 4.1K

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Who would've thought that you would be in this position. Pressed against a desk with the older Sokovian woman pressed against you keeping you in place.

With her lips reclaiming yours so roughly yet so delicately. You loved how her hands were eager to touch your soft skin. How she always had the excuse to touch you in some way.

You loved every second of it. Every touch and muttered apology, if yous were around other people, making it seem innocent when you knew deep inside what that meant.

She craved you like right now, and if you were honest. You were head over hills for her touch and for her in general. You wasn't even sure how this happened. You were just going to stop by her class to ask if she wanted you over tonight, and suddenly you were pinned against her desk.

Cheeks flashed red as her lips dropped down to your neck. Your hand gently tangled in her hair as your other hand held her a little tighter to not let her move away from you.

"Wanda.." Your quiet needy moan escaped your mouth and that almost drove her mad.

Her lips shifted to your ear, as her hot breath hit your already red ear. "Does this remind you who you belong?"

Her words were clear that she wanted an answer, but with the way her soft hand felt and her teeth teasing your poor earlobe, how could you even think about answering.

"Hm?" She reminded you as she hummed in your ear, as a way to bring you back to reality.

"Y-you.." You stuttered as your brain tried to not focus on how her hand was slowly slipping past your waistband of your pants.

A soft chuckle left her mouth as that's exactly what she wanted to hear. Placing a soft kiss on your cheek as she moved away, watching as your eyes displayed the need that she achieved.

"W-what are you doing?" You asked, trying to pull yourself together to not seem that needy, but that failed when there was a smirk across her lips.

"I just needed to remind you that no one can have you." She spoke at her hand caressed your red cheek softly.

Your brows narrowed in confusion as you stared at her angelic face. "What are you talking about?"

Your arms dropped from her shoulders as hers crossed with her eyes just burrowed into yours. "I saw how Peter looked at you by your locker."

Your brow raised at her. "Peter? He wanted notes from Ms Romanoff class. That's all we spoke about."

She hummed, but it wasn't a genuine hum, it was more sarcastic. "I saw you two laughing with each other. Come on Y/n, he likes you."

"He made a joke, Wanda. I laughed, gave him the notes and he left. I'm not understanding what is happening here. You pinned me and make me tell you what I have been telling you all the time? In another jealousy rage?" Now you had your arms crossed, your eyes not leaving her face.

Okay, maybe that wasn't the finest words to say. But in your defence this has happened before. Minus the way she acted today, making you incredibly hot for her, only to be left dry and high for her to question your feelings for her again.

You liked her jealousy sometimes but today wasn't the day you were a big fan of it. Especially when all you wanted was to spend some time with her, since both of you were equality busy with coursework.

"This isn't a jealousy rage-" She spoke up with her hands on her hips now.

"Oh no? Then please, enlighten me what you just did. Because I am quite confused what you were trying to achieve." You interrupted her almost immediately.

"I wasn't trying to achieve anything. I.. I was just making sure-" You knew Wanda would be stubborn over this. You wasn't even sure why you were even picking a fight. Maybe it was from the throbbing feeling between your legs that was leaving you unsatisfied.

Or maybe, it's the fact that this is a conversation that you are constantly having with Wanda. It's been almost a year since you have been with her and yet she keeps doubting you and what you feel for her.

"God. What is there to make sure? Is the way I feel for you not assuring enough?" You asked, getting up on your feet from the desk as you watched her take a few steps back.

"Actually Y/n, no. Because I never know what you are feeling. You never open up with what you feel and I am not a mind reader." She was right, she has been patient with you but her insecurities got the best of her.

But she was right, you haven't been open about what you feeling, because if you were honest. That scared the living shit out of you. Being so vulnerable with what you feel to a woman who could easily leave you.

"You know what, I am not having this conversation with you anymore." You simply stated, as you reached for your bag and made your way to the door.

"Oh yeah, so mature of you. Leaving when it's convenient for you." She stood still as her eyes followed you shift towards the door.

You turned on your hill to face her as your hand rested on the door handle. "What do you want me to say? I'm sorry for talking to a classmate?"

Maybe this was triggered by the months of hiding. Not meeting none of her family members, whilst she met yours without them knowing, It was her who made you smile like an idiot whenever a notification popped up on your phone.

"No- What? This isn't about who you talk to! You are so impossible to talk to." She was now frustrated with you, as she sighed and dropped her hands from her hips.

"Me? You were the one who keeps me hidden from everything and now is insecure-"

She pointed her finger at you with a deadly look. "Shut it." Her accent was thick as her gaze was fixated at you.

"Whatever.." You muttered as you walked out, blending in with the few people that were lingering in the halls before disappearing into the classes.

Well, you had a different plans for today. That was heading home and calm down before something would be said that can't be taken back. You needed some time to think about all of this.

And so did Wanda by the looks of it. Yous practically never fought. It was rare when one of yous even raised a voice, let alone walked out on each other.

You spent the whole day at home, in your room. Watching some movies to keep your internal fire calm. Yet not long after you felt that painful feeling whenever you were away from her.

You laid on your side and fell asleep as your phone was silenced. You knew that if you got a notification, you would check if it was her. So you fell asleep as you hugged your pillow, in hopes that your mind would be tricked that it was Wanda that you held.

The morning rolled over quicker, and the will to get out of bed was something else. You had zero motivation to go to classes today but you had to. So as usual, you got ready and headed out.

You were quite early and from miles you could spot Wanda's car. The car that held unforgettable memories. You acted like you just ended your relationship with Wanda. Even though this was just a simple fight.

As you walked through the halls and into the class, sitting by yourself, Peter joined you. Smiling widely as he handed your notes back to you. "Thank you."

You smiled back the best you could and noted as a 'you welcome'. But of course he didn't get the hint you didn't want to talk. "I'm not sure if you heard, but I am having a little party at my house tonight. I wanted to invite you."

You looked over at him before Ms Romanoff walked in. "I don't know... I'm not sure what I am doing yet."

"Come on Y/n, it's barely anyone. It's all the people you know, plus me." He puffed his chest out proudly at his words.

You sighed, as you knew you needed a distraction. "Fine, I guess I can show up for a bit."

He smiled wider, moving his hand over yours and giving it a light squeeze. "Perfect."

You chuckled a little uncomfortably and took your hand out of his grip. He got the hint and flashed you a small smile after as a way to apologies.

The day went by rather quickly, the last class was Wanda's and the want to be there was almost at a zero at this point. You managed to avoid her quite good enough.

She on the other end was worried. She didn't even know if you came in, she never got to lay her eyes on you. She hoped you would walk in through her door and smile at her.

But the reality of it was far from it. Yes, you walked in through her door, but that smile was no where to be found. You didn't even meet her eyes.

The class was painful to go through for both of yous. You both missed each other very much, if anything you both wanted yesterday evening to go different.

As class ended, she called on you and told you to stay behind. So you obliged and waited until the rest of the class left. Leaving you to stand not far from her.

"Look Y/n-" She sighed as a way of defeat, she didn't want to argue.

"What are you going to pick at now?" You asked before letting her finish, clearly fed up with this subject already.

"Nothing.. I was going to ask you something." Her voice was small, quite not like her. If you looked close enough, you could've seen the darker circles under her eyes.

Your expression softened up slightly. "What is it..?"

"My family is hosting a family dinner tonight, I wanted you to come with me.." She explained, hoping you would agree. She had a lot of time to think about your words, and her constant fighting with herself made her realise how this has been affecting you both.

You shoved your hands in your pockets, as you didn't want to just give in. "I can't, I got something this evening."

That worried her, even in the smallest fights, you always said yes to her. Maybe this was a lot more bigger than she thought. She watched as you turned and headed towards the door.

Her heart sinking with each step you took way from her. "Please Y/n... Think about it, I already messaged you the address.."

You stopped only for a moment to hear her out and exited the room. You were still quite upset with everything and that just added on. You missed her but sometimes you just had to show that just by inviting you out, this wouldn't solve anything.

Wanda just hoped you would change your mind and show up. She knew she made a mistake and she wanted to do everything in her power to save this.

If she was honest, she fell in love with you and that was important to her. You were important to her, that's why reacted the way she did. She was scared that you wouldn't feel the way she does. The love she holds dearly for you.

She wanted to have every moment she could with you, before she told you how much she loves you. Ruining everything if you didn't feel the same and never being able to hold you close again.

But of course that was just her spiralling into a rabbit hole, when it was quite the opposite. You felt the same, if not more strongly.

As the evening rolled around, you were getting ready but not for the dinner. But rather the party that Peter invited you out to. Even if something was telling you, you should stay home.

But you swallowed it down as you made your way to his place. Music blasting across the street, knocking but knowing no one would hear it so you just walked in.

Peter cheered as he saw you, he was quite intoxicated but was still himself. "Y/n! you made it!"

You flashed him a small smile as one of your friends hooked her arm around you and led you inside the house. "Of course she would, she always loved a good party."

They weren't wrong, before Wanda you partied quite a lot with those lot. That's why you and Travis talk, he is friends with Carol. Your long time best friend.

Laying your eyes on her, as you walked over to her and was instantly handed a drink. "How are you?" She asked, seeing that look on your face.

You lied- Or at least tried to. "I'm okay, you know how it is. Parents have been pushing me to do better so I have been busy."

Lie

You were busy making out with Wanda than improving your grades. They already were good enough for your parents and yourself to even care more about studying.

She nodded but she wasn't a fool. She knew there was more to it. But before she could call you out on it. Peter walked over, putting his arm around you and dragging you to the dance floor.

Both of his hands were on your hips and you were forced to have yours on his shoulders. It was hard to not imagine Wanda in his place. Her beautiful eyes that were like a million stars shining when she smiled.

"Y/n I'm so glad you came. I was waiting to tell you this for awhile now." He spoke up and the image of Wanda disappeared.

"I have been crushing on you for a while now and I guess that's my way of asking you out." Yeah now you can see it. Wanda was right and once again you never listen.

Now you're stuck with his hands on your hips. The difference between Wanda's was huge. "Peter..-"

"No, I'm not finished." He stated as he placed his finger on your lips. "I have been gathering the courage for some time now, you are so beautiful that I can imagine how every guy would be so jealous of us."

He spilled this fantasy that he made up in his head to you. If he was sober right now, this would've never left his mouth.

You stopped when Bucky made his way over to Peter. Tapping him and pulling him away, letting you escape and hide away from Travis. This was your bad feeling.

Carol managed to find you after hours of searching. "What are you doing?" She asked as she sat down next to you under the table that hid yous with the cloth over it.

"Hiding from Peter and his endless love confession." You spilled as you leaned your head on shoulder.

She laughed "That's why he is looking for you everywhere. Have you been thinking about accepting?" She asked, hoping in a way to get the information she wanted out of you.

"God no, you know I am only into women." You said as you looked up at her. Sitting up straight as you heard a chuckle leave Carol's mouth.

"Women... A woman who isn't here, am I right?" She asked, she could read you so easily it was almost scary.

You looked away at your hands, nodding at her. "Yeah, you're right. She couldn't be here even if we both wanted that to happen."

She hummed at you. "Why?"

"Her family has a dinner right now, so she's busy." You confessed, as you endlessly played with your fingertips.

"What are you doing here then? Why aren't with her?" She asked you as she turned her body towards you, to analyse your body language. "Wasn't you invited?"

"I was..." You sighed and before Carol could ask you any further questions. "We had a fight and I don't even know what I am suppose to do."

"Have yous spoke since?" She questioned as a way to find a way to help you out.

"Only when she invited me but even then, I was cold and rude and I don't even know if she wants to see me anymore." You hid your face in your hands.

Carol knew you were stupid but not this point. "I mean if she invited you out to the dinner, then I am sure she wants to see you. She probably wants to talk it out."

There was a slight silence for a moment between yous, letting gears turn in your head. You looked at her with realisation that you are about to fuck it up if you don't get to that dinner.

"What are you still doing here. Move your ass and get your girl." She already knew that look, encouraging you.

You hugged her and bolted out of there. Rushing home to change into something more formal and made your way to the address Wanda messaged you.

She was worried, making excuses that you were running late to her family but the truth was you wasn't coming. That hurt her more than anything.

She wanted to be close to you and be held by you. She needed to feel your arms around her. She kept her tears in until she heard your voice.

Almost as if her prayers were listened to and she rushed to see if this was really you. There you stood, with her mother holding the door for you. Watching as you handed her a bag with a wine bottle, just the one Wanda told you many months ago she liked.

Her mother looked over at Wanda, smiling widely. "There you are, your date is here."

She sent Wanda a wink as she left to leave the two of you for a moment before she came back to finally pull yous two away for dinner.

"You came..." She spoke as she stood glued to her spot.

You sent her a light smile. Taking a few steps towards her. "Always.."

That warmed her heart, she was desperate at this point to hug you. She wanted to feel you against her and as she took a step towards you. Feeling her body relax even before it hit yours.

Wanda's mom came out, saying the dinner was ready. Shuttering any hope Wanda had that she could be held by you. Of course she was aware that everyone was excited to meet you.

You are the only person Wanda ever mentioned since her first love break up. They were excited to see what she sees in you. It must be all good if she decided to bring you here.

And that's what it was. They all were intrigued with you and how intelligent you were. Even Wanda's dad liked you, as he took you away for a moment to show you his car collection.

That's where you gave him a bit of advice how to preserve their life span by doing certain things. It made him happy that you knew so much about cars. You weren't just some girl who went for Wanda for her wealth but rather her as a whole.

The family was satisfied with who they met, letting you breathe as you stood outside. Looking out on the amazing view from their home. The amazing nature look was beautiful.

But not as beautiful as the only woman's voice that made you turn your head. "Found you."

You smiled as you turned to face her. She looked so stunning, in the well lit area. Before you could compliment her, she was the first one to speak up.

"I'm sorry Y/n for what I have done and said.." She held herself as her expression slightly changed. "I was jealous and I am insecure... I am all those things and I was scared to tell you because why would you want to deal with problems that I am battling with."

She expressed herself in the way she was thinking. Tears slowly forming on the edge of her eyes. "I am constantly worried that someone might swoop you away and I will be here vulnerable after telling you how I feel."

"I am scared because I have zero clue how you feel, and if I come out looking like a fool that will leave me in a worse heartbreak because I never knew I could feel this way towards anyone." She let one tear drop from her eye as her hands linked with each other, fidgeting slightly from the nerves.

"God... I am so in love with you Y/n, it's almost impossible to ignore. I love those cute dimples whenever you smile. Those eyes that hold so much passion for certain things. It makes me feel crazy because I imagine so many scenarios that include you."

You weren't expecting this, you weren't even expecting for yous to talk about this. Watching as she cries, her hands shaking slightly from nerves made you act.

You walked over to her, grabbed her hands and held them tightly. Looking into her beautiful green eyes. "Wanda.."

You tried to calm her down but she kept going. "It's crazy because marriage didn't even cross my mind until I met you- Not that I am saying we should marry but one day-"

Before she could finish, you pulled her into you and kiss her softly. That way you could finally say what you wanted and keep her shut. The kiss was sweet and gentle but short.

She missed you instantly but her brain was trying to process your words now. "I never knew that's how you felt and I am sorry that with my lack of communication you had to keep that in."

"But I have something to confess too, it's way over due now." You paused for a moment to make sure she was listening. "I am in love with you too, Wanda. So in love that I realised how I don't want to mess this up. I came here to fix things and to finally tell you what I was planning on saying for some time now." You finally let it out, even if this wasn't what you had planned, it was the right moment.

As you watched every doubt leave her eyes, a shocked expression turn into a smile, that satisfied you. That look that you could witness, and you were glad you could.

"You was right about Peter. He confessed his love for me and I couldn't help but imagine us. I couldn't even picture being anywhere near him when you are the only woman on this earth that would make my heart beat almost out of my chest with every touch." You admitted, because if yous were being honest with everything then she needed to know.

She couldn't help it anymore, her lips were quick to find yours and that was a way for her to seal every word that has been said. Her hands cupped your cheeks as you held her extremely close to you.

God you loved that woman with every fibre in your body. Her salty tears were ignored because all you cared about was her. She pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes before giving you small kisses to make this moment last.

"You are the best thing that happened to me" You added as she hugged herself into your chest. Smiling from ear to ear and being happy with everything that has happened tonight.

She hummed as she acknowledged your words before looking up and speaking up. "See, I did have a reason to be jealous over Peter. I did say he liked you."

You rolled your eyes playfully, as you smiled slightly. "Yeah, well he wouldn't have the same affect on me with the way you do, when you pin me against the desk from this so called jealousy."

She chuckled as her eyes never left yours, this was what she wanted. This moment where you both feel pure happiness and nothing else.

It was you and her against everything. Now she knew everything would work itself out, even if it was going to be hard. She wasn't going to give up. Not now or ever...

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thund3rst0rmm · 2 years

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Avengers Incorrect Quotes #1 [Reader]:: "Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?" Steve, staring at [Reader] with a confused and lost face:: "You're a hazard to society." Bucky, standing beside Steve with a smirk:: "And a coward doll, do twenty."

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Back to Home | Chapter Three: Impossible

*GIF not mine*

Summary: While on Earth 717, they start to plan an operation to get you back; on Earth 616, everyone want to know who you are but, you just want to go home and for this, you'll have to ask the help of one of the last person you want to see right now.

Pairing in this chapter: Natasha Romanoff x Teen!Reader; Avenger x Teen!Reader; Doctor Strange x Teen!Reader; America Chavez x Teen!Reader; Peter Parker x Teen!Reader; (variant)WandaNat & family

chapter two | serie masterlist | chapter four

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Okay it was the only thing you did want to deal with. You just looked at them for a moment, you needed to think about a name right now. "Uh...Scarlet." you replied more like a question. They clearly doubted that but it's not like you could tell them who you were. Right now you just needed to not bring more questions and quickly came back in the future.

At your reply, Natasha scoffed and you looked at her with a sad look. The last argument you had with your moms was still recent in your mind but she didn't have to know that, at least not yet.

"Scarlet hum? Like the Scarlet Wi-" Sam tried to ask but you cut him off.

"No, definitely no. It's Scarlet like Scarlet Widow." you said proudly and everyone looked at you confused.

"Widow? Like the Black Widow?" Bucky asked and you sighed.

"No. Like the Scarlet Widow." you reply harshly.

"Okay, okay. Miss, Scarlet what do you want?" Strange asked, visibly annoyed by your interaction with the two men.

"I want to go back home." you replied.

"And where are you from?" he asked.

"Really far from here." Nobody seemed convinced.

"And where did you find this?" Natasha spoke for the first time and showed you your widow's bites.

"Oh thank God, you found them. Morgan would kill me if I lost them." you replied and the two teens chuckled at your attitude.

"You know it's not something a kid should have." Tony said and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm 18, so, technically I'm not a kid anymore and I have used this for nearly three years now so yeah how dangerous they could be." you said looking at the red headed when you finished your sentence.

"But they didn't work." Natasha said

"Yeah I know that's why I'm here. I need to repair them even if I don't really know how. I need to send a signal to the....to my team and to let them know I'm alright." you said and tried to be the most convincing possible.

"But we have some questions before." Steve said and you rolled your eyes.

"Birthday?" the Russian asked but you didn't reply. You can't tell them you were technically born aly six years ago. "Okay you don't want to reply." she sighed. "Parent's name?" she asked. You just stare at her but you didn't said anything. "Okay, another question. Why do you have the same power as Wanda Maximoff?" she asked.

You played with your fingers and when they think you'll finally reply you wiped their hope. "Can I talk to my lawyer?" you asked and they all exchanged a look.

Tony grabbed a phone and looked at you "Who are they?" he asked and you bit your cheek.

"Clint Barton." you replied and they were all confused. "You know Hawkeye, the Avengers" you added and that didn't make disappear their surprise.

Okay even in your univers Clint didn't really learnt anything about laws but if there is one person you wanted to confess anything it was him. Morgan is only 6 years old in 2024; your aunts are very good friends but you knew they couldn't really keep this to themself and for your uncle it's sure he could talk with your mom so he was the safe option.

Natasha just glared at you, it was clear that she couldn't trust you; she didn't say anything and just left quickly followed by the winter soldier. "Did I say something wrong?" you asked Peter.

"Honestly I don't know. She seems a little upset but I think she will call him." he replied.

"Oh okay, but why did the Snowman soldier follow her?" you asked and Amercia chuckled at the shity nickname.

"I'm not sure but everyone says there is something between them." Peter whispered and you frowned your eyebrows. Yeah of course your mom is good friends with Bucky but she's married to a certain Sokovian witch, right? The boy noticed your face and added in a whisper "You know they are a thing. Like they date each other."

"What??!" you yelled and the adults stopped their conversation to look at you. "No it's impossible. Are you sure about that?" you asked a little quietly.

"Yeah it's like everywhere on the internet." he replied casually.

"But it's impossible I need to...I mean I ship her with Wanda." you corrected yourself and ignored America who raised her eyebrows to you.

"Sorry not sorry. I think you missed a lot of things because right now I don't think it could have anything between her and Wanda." he said and when you wanted to ask why Natasha came back.

Everyone looked at her but she focused her gaze on you and it remembered you all the time she was about to ground you. "He will be here tomorrow." she informed you and you nodded. "We will let see you tomorrow. Steve will bring you your lunch later." she said and left.

“So I think we can go back from where we came too.” Strange added.

“No!” you stopped him. “Actually I’ll need your help to go back to my home.” you informed him.

“And what makes you think I will want to help a perfect stranger who I don’t know her name?” he asked you.

“Because…you’re an avenger and the Avengers help the ones who need it.” you said. “And also because you’re one of the most powerful users of magic here, and I’m pretty sure my problem needs magic.” you added.

“I’m the supreme sorcerer, I’m not ‘one of the most powerful magic users here’. I’m the most powerful.” he explained and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay if you want but I think you forgot Wanda. She can alternate reality and she’s like the most powerful witch in this world, even if I’m the second one.” you said and America flinched a little. The action was unnoticed by everyone in the room except you but you didn’t find the need to ask her about that.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she would be able to help you for a moment.” the sorcerer said before leaving with the two teens before you could reply.

In the afternoon Steve came back to the kitchen with an empty plate. "She didn't say anything, I think she doesn't want to talk to anyone except Clint." he said and Natasha just nodded.

"Do you think it's a good idea to let her speak with Clint? She didn't look like someone we can trust." Sam asked.

"I don't trust her." the Russian said and Bucky looked at her confused. "I don't know why she wants to talk to Clint but she's silly if she thinks he will not tell me what she wants to keep hidden from us." she explained.

Tony came just after and throw your widow's bite on the redhead's laps she looked confused. "Look at them" she looked at them and then at the billionaire again. "More carefully." he said and she inspected them. She was about to give up until she found it, a little 'Stark Industrie' logo.

"But how?" she asked and Tony took back the weapons.

"I don't know but I think it's not the last secret this little thing hides." he said and went back to his lab.

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[Earth 717 - the Tower]

Tony was zoning out in the kitchen with a coffee cup in his hand, neither him or his daughter had a proper night. He was too far in his mind to hear the footsteps, he came back to reality when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Tony, are you alright?" Steve asked.

The billionaire placed the cup on the kitchen counter, "Honestly no" he admitted "I don't know what to do. We try anything Steve, we search in the multiverse. We used the power of America to help us but nothing worked." he said.

"I think you should try to sleep, after a good nap you will try again and we will help you." the super soldier saif and gave him a reassuring smile and led him in a bedroom.

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In your tower’s bedroom Morgan was here with Ava, your other best friend, she told her everything.

"Wait hold on, you are telling me that the most reckless person we know is lost somewhere in the multiverse?" Ava asked and Morgan nodded, "wow, it's the most Y/n-ish thing she ever did" she joked and the little Stark laughed. "But how are you? You don't look good so I think you stayed up all night with your dad to find a soluce."

"Yeah but it's more complicated than we thought."

"I don't even want to try to imagine all you did."

"We did a lot of things but it doesn't really matter we didn't find her."

"Hey don't say that you'll find her, like you always did. And she can't miss the gender reveal party, I'm sure she'll come back soon."

"Talking about that, how is my little buddy?"

"They are pretty good but I think I'm not ready for the next few months."

"Don't worry we will be here, like always."

'Ava was in front of your door, she was nervous but after five more minutes she knocked on the door. She didn't have to wait too long before Wanda opened the door.

"Hey Ava how are you?" she asked and your best friend almost cried at the question.

"Very good and you aunty Wanda?" she replied and even if your mom sensed it was a lie she didn't push her.

"Very well thank you. Y/n and Morgan are in her bedroom." she said and took a step aside to let the teenager in. Ava thanks her and after quickly greeting Natasha she rushed to your bedroom; she didn't knock and just enter and close the door quickly behind her.

You were playing Mario Kart with Morgan, you sprained your ankle at your last mission so you can't really go out. Your other best friend sat on the bed and you paused the game to look at her; she texted you two hours earlier to let you know she had to talk to you and Morgan and that's why everyone was there.

"Girls I fucked up" she started and the two of you exchange a concern look.

"Did you crash your mom's car? Don't worry my dad can get you a new." Morgan said but the other girl shook her head.

"Did you burn your house? It's okay, I'm sure my mama can reverse the thing." you said but she shook her head again.

"Okay now you start to worry us. What's happen?" Morgan asked. Ava took a deep breath and tears almost fell on her cheeks.

"Guys, I'm pregnant." she announced and she would look at your two faces if she was not too anxious about the news.

"You're WHAT?" you both yelled, in the living room Natasha looked at Wanda a little confused, her wife sensed you were shocked, happy and worried at the same time but she didn't know why. "From who? Since when? And most importantly does your mom know?" you asked her together.

"From Marcus of course, you know I'd never cheat on him. I've known about it since yesterday. And yes my mom knows, she's actually the one who encouraged me to tell you." she replied and you smiled.

"It's awesome Ava you always wanted to be a mom." you said and you hugged her tightly but you pulled back she was crying.

"Hey baby girl, what's wrong?" Morgan asked her.

"My mom was happy, she said she will help me. But him..." she couldn't finish her answer before she cried again.

"What did he say?" Morgan asked.

"He said he doesn't want to have a kid now and he broke up with me." she said.

"Honestly I understand him." You said "It's not easy to raise a child even more when we are only 18 but don't worry we will be here with you and I'm sure my moms would be more than happy to help you." you explained and she finally smiled.

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You came back from Ava's first echography. The three of you were excited when you opened the door of your home. You quickly went to the kitchen with your friend where your moms were.

"Hi moms" you said and they looked at you.

"Hi girls, you seemed excited" Wanda said and Ava nodded.

"Mama, do you still have the book on pregnancy?" you asked and Natasha choked on her coffee. "That's not for me." you reassured them.

The Russian scanned your friend and lent her gaze on Ava who just waved shyly. "Wait no. Not you." Natasha said and Wanda looked at your friend confused.

"Yes it's me. I'm pregnant" she said and your moms started to cry and gave her a group hug.

"But how? I remember the first time Y/n brought you here after school. You were so tiny, you were a baby and now…" Wanda said and Morgan and you laughed at her attitude. Your moms cried, they saw Ava like her daughter too like Morgan or your cousin Luna.

"Time flies aunty Wanda" she replied and everybody laughed.'

Morgan yawned and Ava brought back to reality, "You need to sleep, I'll be here with you don't worry." she said and the young Stark nodded before she laid on your bed and started to sleep.

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[Earth 616 - Tower, the next day]

"Miss Scarlet, Mr, Barton is here." Friday said. You were watching a series after you convinced Tony to let you have a Netflix account. When you turned your head you saw Clint and Natasha, they both had a silent discussion before the man looked at you. He didn't make you wait and open the door to enter, the redhead was just behind him.

He sat in front of you and you just looked at Nat to wait until she left but she didn't. Fortunately for you the archer seemed to understand. "I think I heard Tiny said he would need your help with something" he said to his best friend and she finally seemed to notice and leave. "So, hi, I'm CLint but it seems you already know that." he said and you nodded. "So who are you?"

You took a deep breath and looked at him. "Okay, I know what I'm about to say would be weird but I need you to trust me." you said and he frowned his eyebrows. "You're the only one who can help me and keep my secret safe until I'm back home."

"And what tell you I would not tell you anything?" he asked.

"Because you're Clint Barton, I know exactly what you're capable of and I know you'll never tell what I'll tell you." you replied.

"You seem to trust me a lot but I don't know you."

"That's because my moms do."

"Your moms?"

"Yeah, you're the first who trusted them and allowed them to try to have a better life and change who they were." you declared but he didn't reply. "Okay, I'm Y/n Maximoff-Romanoff, and my moms are Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff." you said and his jaw dropped.

"But how can you? Natasha..."

"Can't have babies, I know. It's Wanda who carried me." you explained.

"But why do you tell me this? Why not Natasha or Wanda?" he asked.

"Oh I don't know because it seems a little weird to appear from nowhere and suddenly say 'Hey, I'm your daughter from the future. I don't know why I'm here but I can't go back home. Oh and I love your hair cut by the way.' See, it seems weird." you explained.

"Wait, you're from the future?" he asked.

"Yes, how do you think I could be so old when my mom only met 12 years ago?" you replied.

"You really talk like a Romanoff." he said and you smiled.

"Thanks, I think it's one of the best things someone said to me." you replied honestly.

"But now I start to think, how could I help you?"

"I just need you to fix my widow's bite and send a signal to Morgan." you replied.

"I stop you kid, I'm not the best with technology. And wait Nat let you use widow's bite?" he asked, visibly shocked.

"Technically, she didn't let me but I'm the scarlet widow and a widow without a widow's bite it's weird." you replied.

"Scarlet Widow?" he raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah because of my magic" you replied.

"Not because of something else?"

"Why do everyone think I chose this because of my mom?"

“Because you have the same habit of playing with your hands when you’re nervous,” he pointed at your hands. Honestly you didn’t realize you were nervous until her said it. “But what tell you Natasha didn’t put a mic on me?” he asked.

“Would you let her if she asked you?” he seemed to think about it before he shook his head. “See? Now I need your help, I’ll explain what to do.” you started but he cut you off.

“Sorry but you know that they can record us with Friday?” he asked but you smirked

“I’m the best friend of the little genius Morgan Stark, I know how to hack Friday easily.” you said proudly.

“Okay you’re really Nat’s daughter.” he said and you laughed. After twenty big minutes he finally accepted to keep your secret and help but with the condition to tell him all you know about the future partners of Lila, just to be prepared.

But when he made his way to the lab he was greeted by the last person who could possibly be there. “Oh Wanda, it’s a surprise to see you here.” he said. The Sokovian turned around at his voice, she seemed very tired and sad but she was like that since the incident with America.

“Hi Clint, uh- yeah, Fury sent me someone to tell me that the Avenger wanted to talk with me.” she said but didn’t make eye contact with the archer.

“It’s…nice to see you again…I suppose.” he said, clearly unsure if that was a good or a bad news.

“Oh you don’t have to act like this, I’ll just talk with them and go away as soon as possible.”

“Uh, I think you should be stay a little I mean you should have a lot to say with anyone…I really want to stay but I have something to do so, see you later.” he said and run in the lab before she could reply

In the Lab Clint saw Natasha and Tony, they were talking about something and he wasn’t focus on the conversation when he saw this. Your widow’s bites were on the table in front of the duo and according to the billionaire's face, it was something that even him couldn’t understand.

“Does anyone know why Wanda is here?” Barton said and gained the attention of his two teammates.

“Steve wants to recruit her back and according to Fury, I’m not qualified enough to oppose. And that even if that means to let a woman who attempted to kill a little girl in my tower.” he explained and the Russian sighed.

“Don’t listen to him; she’s here because we need her for any potential new menace.” she replied.

“You act like that because you don’t have children, Romanoff, but I’m pretty excited to know how you’ll act when she would harm your little copycat. Talking about her, what did she tell you?”

“She just said she needs our help to go back to her home. I think we can try to help her, she didn’t look like a threat or anything.” Clint explained and Natasha looked at him suspiciously. “And what is it?” he asked, pointing the device on the table.

“A little from our little guest.” Tony said, and Nat rolled her eyes. “I don’t know who did this but it’s a genius. There are a lot of gadgets in only one.” he added.

“Can I see it?” the archer said and took them before they could reply. He examined the thing while remembering what you said about how to send a signal discreetly. “And what is this button?” he asked, pushing it.

“I don’t know but it seems that nothing works.” Natasha said and her best friend hummed before he put your weapons down and took a step away.

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[Earth 717]

Wanda was sitting on the couch in the living room, she stared at the window. The sun started to set again and you were not here. She came out for her trance when she heard footsteps behind her, she turned round to meet the green eyes she loved so much. Natasha didn’t say anything, she just sat beside her wife and took her in her arms. It was always like this, when the Sokovian felt sad, empty or both; her wife would just hold her tight to remind her that she was not alone. They never end this habit even after your birth and when you were the reason she felt like this.

There was a comfy silence until Morgan entered the room visibly in a rush. “We have a signal.” she said and your moms didn’t wait before following her in her lab. “It’s not a big one so we think she sent it in a while now.” the young Stark explained when they were in the Lab with everyone.

“Like we excepted the signal don’t come from anywhere in our universe, but I traced it and I found the location.” Tony said while the screen showed a lot of earth planets until it stopped on one of them, he zoomed and a signal appeared on the screen. “Universe 616, I’ll do some research to know where exactly it’s from.”

The room was drowned in the silence and noise of the keyboard until they stopped. “Got this.” he said and everyone looked at the screen. “New York, from what seems to be the rest of an Avengers’ tower.” he explained.

“I can go now.” America said.

“No, we come with you.” Wanda said.

“Wanda, you retired from a while now you should let them go.” Tony said but the Sokovian didn’t change her mind.

“It’s my baby so, of course we come. I don’t want to hear anything, I should be there to protect her the first time.” she said and nobody wanted to argue. After she materialized her and Nat's suit, America opened a portal and they crossed it.

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[Earth 616, 2036]

On the other side of the portal, the three were ready to fight anyone who would face them but fortunately or unfortunately, there was nobody.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place Amrica, because it doesn’t seem to have a soul?” Natasha said while looking everywhere for a sign of you.

“Yeah, I came here a while ago but it was a decade prior.” she said and the woman nodded.

“I think we should split up to find her.” the red head proposed but she was quickly stopped by her wife.

“No, it’s not right.” Wanda said and the two other women looked at her.

“What’s happening Wanda?” the younger asked.

“She’s not here.” your mama whispered. “I can’t feel her, she’s not here.” she repeated louder.

“Hey honey, it’s okay, maybe it’s just because we’re in another universe so your powers don’t work.” Natasha tried to reassure her wife (or herself). “Let’s try to search a little.” she proposed and even if Wanda didn’t think it was a good idea she couldn't say ‘no’ when her wife looked so desperate.

Unfortunately for them after three hours of research and a world tour for Wanda in this universers they couldn’t find you. “I think we should go back now. We will tell Morgan to affinate her research the next time.” America proposed and even if they didn’t want to, your moms just nodded and after crossing another portal they were back home.

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[Earth 717]

When they came back everyone was expecting to see you but when they saw their faces, they knew.

“It’s impossible.” Morgan said before felling apart. You were not back, not yet.

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canyon-clouds · 2 years

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In the Lab

Bruce Banner x Female Avenger!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, slight praise, choking, smut, 18+

Word count: 5k+ (I got a little carried away :)

Newly invited to stay with the Avengers, your favorite hobby had become annoying Tony in every way possible. It was a late Wednesday afternoon and you knew everyone would be busy winding down their work day. You had finished your paperwork earlier and had just finished a new book you started yesterday, so it was safe to say your boredom made you a tiny bit nosy and wander some. You rummaged through the kitchen looking for a snack, but nothing seemed appetizing enough. Making your way through the living and dining rooms you turn down the hallway, running your fingers lightly against the walls as you walk. You're finally faced with the door to the library at the end and push it open to look for a potential new book to start.

After thumbing through the majority of the bookcases, you come up short. Leaving the library as you pull the door closed, an idea pops into your head. Anxious to get closer to Bruce like you are with Tony, you make your way down to their lab. "Knock knock," you say while stepping off the last stair.

"Oh, y/n! Tony is up in his office. He got a little frustrated earlier, so I made him leave before he broke anything else. And so I could finally have some peace and quiet while I worked," he chuckles lightly to himself then turns to finish up what he was working on. "Feel free to make yourself at home though, just watch what you touch"

You then notice the lab is filled with a quiet level of classical music coming from the surrounding speakers. Tony usually has classic rock streaming over the sound system in whatever part of the house he is inhabiting at the moment. As a fan of all genres of music, I don't seem to mind either. You perch yourself on a space of empty tabletop and mindlessly stare at the back of Bruce’s figure. You never really paid much attention to how broad he was when he wasn't green. His shirt pulls across the ripples of muscles lining his shoulders and down his back. With your mouth slack, you continue your observation by taking note of his dark curly hair that you can tell has been tousled multiple times throughout the day. As you're drooling over him, your hand slips and knocks something over to your side. As the tools make a loud crash to the floor, you avert your gaze as soon as you make eye contact. "I'm so sorry!" you shout as you jump down to pick them up.

Bruce laughs and reassures you "it's no big deal, y/n. Just a couple of tools." He walks over to you and reaches out to grab them from your hands, "what's got you so flustered all of a sudden?" he asks, eyes demanding your attention.

"Wha- I uh, my hand just slipped," you stumble out as your face gets hotter and you just know your blush is really evident now. Bruce steps in closer to you, and you catch a whiff of his cologne as he reaches around you to replace the tools. Before you had a chance to realize it, he had turned around and was back in his seat hunched over his work and typing away on his keyboard. Taking a deep breath and subtly shaking out your hands to reorient yourself, you perch yourself back on the table and begin browsing for a new book on your phone, not being able to keep yourself from stealing a few looks here and there to peek up at the man sitting before you.

After returning to your room to call it a night, your thoughts swirled with images of Bruce. Did he really mean to get that close? Were you looking too far into this? Surely he didn’t see it the same way you did. His thoughts were probably more concerned with making sure his tools got put back in the right spot. I’ve gotta stop thinking about his tools and the places he can put them.. If you didn’t get ahold of these thoughts soon you wouldn’t be able to be around Bruce at all without presenting yourself as a stuttering tomato. It’s been so long since you’ve been with someone, but you’d hate to ruin any of the relationships you’ve created while living here. Surely he’s not even slightly interested, so these considerations are irrelevant anyway. Your subconscious fills your dreams with the curly-headed brunette that spends too much time behind a computer screen in the basement.

The next morning you may have spent a little more time getting ready, but you’d never admit it. You made sure to reach across him in the kitchen and brush against him in the hallway. These simple touches aren’t uncommon for you because you’re just a feely person, but doing these things more deliberately has to be obvious. It didn’t take long for Bruce to retreat back to his lab. You had been trying to come up with excuses to go down and see him but with Tony out of town for the next two days, you were coming up short with ideas that were obnoxiously obvious. You busied yourself with baking some cookies and dancing around the kitchen playing some music over the speakers. With the first batch of cookies already in the oven, you begin working on the dough for the next ones. Your hands are covered in flour and your hair clip has let a few stray pieces go free. With the music up, you don’t hear anyone coming into the kitchen until they’re standing behind you placing a hand on your lower back. “I thought I smelled something delicious and had to come find out for myself,” you jumped, throwing flour everywhere, as you felt his breath on your neck Bruce’s deep voice brought butterflies to your stomach. “Not surprised it’s something of your doing.” His hand drug across your back and over your hip as he made his way to the fridge to grab something to drink. You were stunned. Body not moving an inch with eyes wide as saucers and jaw on the floor. Okay, there’s no way this isn’t purposeful. Your thoughts turned your shock into confidence.

“Did I say they were for you?” You turned to face him with your hip perched on the counter, abandoning your previous task and wiping as much of the flour off your hands as possible with a towel. The smirk on your face briefly faltered as you locked eyes with him.

“Hmm, I’m sure I can convince you to part with at least one.” You had never heard him talk like this before, and the way his eyes darken as he takes slow and calculated steps toward you makes your pulse skyrocket. He’s less than an inch away from you. One good deep breath and your chests would brush up against each other.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You have no idea where this boldness is coming from but now was the perfect time for this side to make an appearance. You’re looking up at him now because he’s almost a foot taller than you. He reaches around you to set his drink on the counter and heat travels to your core.

“I might beg, or even plead. I’d make promises I’m sure to keep. And I may even return the favor..” his breath is right by your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you have no idea how to respond. The image of Bruce on his knees in front of you begging has you clenching your thighs together. Bruce retreats and runs his hand across your shoulder offering you a small smile. He’s under the impression he went too far. He noticed your body tense up as he got close and automatically assumed you were scared of him. Not wanting to make you more nervous he announces that he will be downstairs if you need him.

You hope the music was loud enough that he couldn’t hear your pulse beating through your skin. Now all flustered with the events that just took place, your mind was more scrambled than it was before. His rapid change in demeanor both normal to flirtatious and back to reserved made your head spin. The timer for the batch of cookies in the oven interrupted your thoughts and allowed you to get back to baking with all the what-ifs rattling in your head.

Time passes. The cookies are all finished and cooling, but Bruce has not returned from downstairs. So, you decided to make bring him some while hopefully making the advancements more obvious. You had never hand-delivered cookies to Tony before, much less anyone else. You make a stack of cookies on a plate and make your way to the stairs leading down to the lab. You lightly knock your knuckles on the frame as you stand in the doorway. Bruce’s eyes meet yours as he looks up, “well that didn’t take much begging.”

“Bold of you to assume these are for you. I could’ve brought them all for myself and just came down here for the company while I ate them all,” you cocked your head to the side with a smirk and a raised eyebrow in his direction.

“I get one or you can’t come in.” You rolled your eyes then Bruce’s chuckle filled the space and he quirked his head inviting you to come in. You enjoy his company more than you’ve noticed before. His personality is just as attractive as his body. You prop your butt against the table beside him holding the plate of cookies in front of you. You stare at his side profile and bite your bottom lip to hold back a smile. “I promise I won’t tell Tony you brought me cookies. I wouldn’t be able to put up with his jealousy any more than you could.” As he finishes up whatever he was doing on the table, he stands, grabs two cookies, and brushes a quick peck on your cheek as thanks. You’re glad he’s walking away from you because the blush that coats your cheeks is embarrassing from the tiny pass of his lips. You put the plate on the table in the middle of the room and grab one on your way to join Bruce. “I could actually use a hand with this,” his mouth was full of his second cookie. You brush the crumbs off your hands and walk up next to him indicating you were willing to help. “I need you to stand here and just hold this part as still as possible, and then I’ll ask you to hand me this part when I need it.” You briefly nodded your head and tried to slow your increased breathing rate from being so close. Bruce’s scent enveloped you and you were surrounded by the smell of fresh bergamot, mahogany, and soft musk. It was honestly drool-worthy. It took a conscious effort not to lean into him to get a stronger whiff, so you tried to concentrate more on the task at hand. Hands. Holy hands. You’ve never paid this much attention, well you’ve never been this close, to see his hands maneuvering tools around whatever contraption you were helping him with. If only your job wasn’t to hold this part still.. Your hands were shaking with evidence of your pent-up excitement. “Okay, I’ll take that piece now,” his voice was more serious, and a little breathy. As you held the piece out to him, he noticed how badly you were shaking and brought his eyes to yours. “You okay?” his question was laced with concern as he seemed to stare through you. Your quiet mhmm was paired with a slight nod that Bruce took as fear instead of excitement. He quickened his pace and with a couple more twists and turns he was finished. “Thank you, y/n. I really do appreciate it.” His voice was back to normal with a little bit of coldness and distance to it. Neither of you had stepped away and were inches away from each other. He finally turned his face to meet yours as he ran his tongue over his lips and pulled them in. You were shocked by his change of expression. You worried you had done something wrong when Bruce didn’t make the first move away worried he would intimidate you.

“I’m always down to hold your tools,” you added a wink to the end of your statements in hopes of lightening the mood. You saw the instant change as confusion swirled around in his eyes. In hopes of making your intentions more clear, you leaned closer into his arm that was propped on the table.

“I don’t understand..” he mumbles so quietly under his breath you almost don’t hear it.

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” Your sass coming out in full force. Bruce’s hand comes out and grabs your chin in a flash. He tilts your head up toward his so he’s looking down at you. You’re batting your eyelashes up at him to encourage him to continue. You feel your pulse quicken as you watch his eyes darken just a fraction.

He grips your chin a little harder and shakes it slightly as he says, “what’re we gonna do about this attitude of yours.” Your lips are parted with quick breaths escaping. “I’m sure I could come up with something,” his hand trails from your chin to your jaw and pushes your head back further exposing more of your neck. He leans in and runs the tip of his nose up the side of your throat breathing you in. You had no earthly idea Bruce was this sensual of a person. Or even this dominant. The thought of Bruce on his knees begging had returned to contrast with the thoughts of you being on your knees for him. A whine had involuntarily escaped your lips, and you felt Bruce’s smirk against your skin. He pressed a gentle kiss over your pulse point before turning your face back toward him. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, pretty girl. Because all this time I’ve been thinking you’re scared of me, yet here you are melting beneath my touch.” Another whine makes its way up from your chest, causing Bruce to let out a light chuckle.

“Right now, the only thing I’m scared of is Tony being able to watch this footage back of what’s about to happen.” He lets out a light hum that vibrates against your chest. He walks off with a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. You stare at his back and drool even more as he leans over the desk to type on the computer. His broad shoulders pulled his tshirt tight so his muscles were outlined through the material. Bruce stood and turned around and smirked when he caught you staring.

“Now then,” he made his way back over to where you had not moved from your spot, grabbed you by the hips, and picked you up to sit you on the table in the middle of the room. Your squeal was interrupted by him grabbing the side of your face and pressing his lips to your own. It all happened so fast, but it took no time for you to kiss him back and run your hands to the back of his neck and into his hair as he stood in between your legs. His other hand was grabbing onto you where your thigh meets your hip. You could feel his hands shaking as he was struggling with holding himself back. So, you gripped his hair a little tighter and pulled him to you wrapping your legs around his hips to deepen the kiss. It’s like the veil was lifted as Bruce’s arm wrapped around your back and his hand made its way gently around your throat. He was testing the waters and you appreciated his apprehension while waiting for approval. You leaned for throat further into his large hand and sucked on his bottom lip. His choking grip tightened just enough to inhibit the blood flow to make things more intense without making you pass out. He let out a gruff moan at the same time as you let out a mewling noise and your tongues battled against each other. You squeezed him closer with your legs and felt him hard against your thigh. A gasp came from your mouth as you got the first idea of how big he was. He separated the kiss to let out a chuckle at your reaction while he rubbed his nose against yours. His grip on your throat let up and his hand made its way to your chest. He left open-mouthed kisses down your neck and sucked on the skin where your collar met your throat. He pulled you closer to the edge of the table and ground his hips against your core. He pulled his mouth away from you and let out a loud moan. “This is something I never realized how bad I wanted but know now that I never want it to stop.” At that point, you were intoxicated by his hands and his words. He took a second to stare longingly into your eyes pressing his forehead to yours before a chaste kiss on your lips was followed by his hand on your sternum pushing you to lay back. You had to scoot a few things over before your back was comfortably flat on the table. Bruce ran his hands down the sides of your legs leaving goosebumps in their wake. He placed a strong grip on your calves and slightly massaged them as he pulled them up to where your heels were on the table and your knees were spread leaving you wide open for him. You craned your neck to see his eyes glaze over while he focuses on your core. He tilts his head up to the ceiling with his hands still caressing your legs. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y/n,” dropping his head and opening his eyes back to meet yours. His hands grab the waistband of your pants, waiting for your approval. You lift your hips slightly so he’s able to pull them off. His eyes finally leave yours and when they meet your core he lets out a sharp breath. He sinks to his knees and grabs both of your thighs to spread you open even further. You feel your body shivering with anticipation as you feel his warm breath against your wetness. It feels like you wait forever before he finally puts his mouth on you, and when he does you can’t help but let out his name in a breathy moan.

“Bruce..” one hand reaches down to tangle in his hair while the other reaches up behind you to keep in contact with the table to maintain a feeling of stability when everything he’s doing is causing you to fall over the edge in a dizzy haze. He moans and the vibrations of his mouth against your core make you jump. His chuckle from your reaction just continues those same stimulations that leave you a squirming mess beneath him. He runs his tongue up your slit through your folds and barely grazes against your clit. The soft moans leaving your lips just egg him on more. His strokes become more deliberate until he finally gives you what you’ve been waiting for when he flattens his tongue against your clit and gives it long, slow licks. A guttural groan leaves your lips as the electricity in your belly is building, close to the peak. His tongue continues its attention on your clit when you feel a finger circle your entrance before slowly pushing into you. Your back arches and you throw your head back, closing your eyes to focus on how good Bruce is making you feel right now. Bruce. Bruce Banner is on his knees for you right now giving you the best head of probably your life. Your whole body erupts into shivers as more warmth travels to your belly. You feel a second finger join his first curling inside of you to meet that perfect spot. The pressure his tongue is putting on your clit gets stronger. He’s reading your body like it’s the back of his hand and you have never been more surprised at the talent this man possesses for pleasing a woman. He can tell you’re getting close but doesn’t stop or change a single thing. He presses his large hand against your belly in an attempt to keep your hips still while he pushes you closer to your climax. Finally, the electricity sparks as your toes curl and your hands grip tightly onto whatever is close. Your vision goes black and your back arches off the table. Bruce slows both of his strokes as you ride out your high. Trailing kisses from your entrance and all the way up your stomach, you open your eyes as you come back down from your high to see him staring at you with lust filling his eyes and a smirk ghosting his lips. His fingertips are gently trailing up and down your sides as you finally begin to catch your breath. Your limbs are sprawled out beside you as you go to rub your eyes and attempt to understand what the heck just happened.

“Oh, don’t think I’m done with you just yet. Wait here,” he gives you two gentle pats on your thigh before disappearing somewhere in the room you don’t have the energy to look up and see where. He returns holding a water bottle he grabbed from the fridge in the corner. He grabs your hand to pull you to sit up, uncaps the water, and presses the cold edge to your lips. You grab it for yourself and take a few large gulps. “Good girl, you ready?” He grabs the bottle and brings it to his own lips where he downs the remainder of its contents. You look up at him questioningly. “I told you I wasn’t done with you yet. I just prefer to finish this in my room where its a little more comfortable for the both of us.” With this admittance, you hop down from the table and pull on your pants.

A gasp comes from your lips and Bruce’s head snaps in your direction. “The cameras.. Bruce, what about Tony’s cameras in here? I don’t want him seeing that.”

“I think you were too busy ogling at my ass, but I turned them off for the time being. I’m sure he won’t be able to see anything.” His hands wrap around your waist as his words ease your worry. “C’mon,” he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers as he leads you out of the lab and up the stairs to his room. His room was neat and tidy just as you expected it to be. He pulled you into the room and onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. “This okay with you?” Instead of answering him you straddled his hips and pulled him in for another kiss. As the kiss got deeper, you ran your nails down his back and grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it off. You broke the kiss to pull the t-shirt over his head and expose his chiseled chest and abdomen. You ran your hands over his muscles while his hands gripped your waist and traveled to your ass. In a blink of an eye, he lifted you off him and threw you to the center of the bed. Instead of crawling up after you, he stood and walked to the door to lock it and remove his shoes. His muscles flexed as he walked and you can’t help but take in his beautiful figure. He walks to the bedside table and pulls out a foil packet that he lays on top of the nightstand. Finally, his eyes return to meet yours and his hands travel to the button on his jeans. You bite your lip and nod your head as your gaze is lasered in on his hands as he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. He pushes the jeans down past his thighs and steps out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He slowly steps to the bed, and he props one knee on the edge of the bed before crawling his way to you. His eyes have yet to leave yours.

“Bruce, please..” the whines leave your mouth before you can even comprehend them as thoughts.

“Please what, angel?” His smooth voice filled the space around you. You didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Want me to touch you?” You couldn’t nod your head fast enough. “Well all you have to do is ask.” He continues crawling over you and settles himself in between your legs once again. His right hand is beside your head as he props himself up on it so he can bring his other hand up to cradle your cheek. He leans down to press a firm kiss against your lips. Your hands reach out and fan across his lean back trying to pull him closer to you. His hand leaves your cheek and travels down to your chest. His approval vibrates through his chest when he finds your nipple hard and pressing through your bra begging for attention. His hand travels to the hem of your shirt as he shifts his weight back on his ankles so he has both hands free to drag your shirt over your head. Both hands then find your breasts and knead them through your lace bra. He hadn’t noticed your matching underwear set until right now. “You do this for me?” A smirk adorned his face as his hands went from your bra to the waistband of your pants. He swiftly pulls them down your legs and tosses them to join his own on the floor. Your blush had traveled from your cheeks all the way down your chest. They say if a woman is wearing matching underwear, it was never the man’s decision to have sex. Bruce had paid attention to the curves of your body in the past, but he never imagined himself in a position like this. Now, he finds himself memorizing your figure in case he never has this chance again. You feel worshipped laying in front of him, and no one has ever made you feel as beautiful as you do right now. He leans down putting his weight onto his forearms that are framing your head as he continues kissing you passionately. Your hands continue roaming his back as he grinds down against you. The softness of his briefs is just enough friction to appease your wants. One thing is for sure, you appreciate that Bruce takes his time. Nothing feels rushed or pressed and this allows you to ease your mind and be more present in the moment. He continues this torture until you’re practically dripping and whining because the need for him is almost painful.

Your hands reach for the waistband of his boxers when he finally complies. He removes his last article of clothing and reaches over to the bedside table for the packet. Once he slides the condom on and rubs his length against your slit, you can’t help but release the moan that has been building inside you. You’re shaking with anticipation because of not only his size but also how enjoyable you know he is going to make this for the both of you. He reaches down between you to finger at your clit while lining himself up with your entrance. Your hips are tilting up towards him waiting for the wanted intrusion. He rubs circles on your clit and leans down to kiss your lips when he slowly pushes himself into you. You swallow each other's moans as he bottoms out inside of you. He allows you a second to adjust before he begins slowly moving, coordinating the circles on your clit with the pace he is creating with the rock of his hips. Your hands tangle in his hair as your kisses get sloppy. Your climax has already built up almost to the peak. Bruce can feel you squeezing around him. He picks up his pace and your orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly. Bruce rides you out through your high but doesn’t stop once you’ve evened out. Your moans get louder as he continues his thrusts and circles on your clit. His hips snap harder against yours as he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth over your bra. The mix of the lacey fabric with the warm wetness of his tongue makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as another orgasm has already built itself up. As if you couldn’t squeeze him any tighter, he feels your muscles clamping down around him and knows you’re sitting at the edge. He stops the circles on your clit to pinch it as he thrusts into you hard and deep while he bites down gently on your nipple. Your back arches off the bed as you’re pushed off that cliff only for Bruce to be following right behind you. His hips stutter against you as he continues to ride out both of your highs. Once he slows, you’re faintly aware of the mess you made between you two. His breathing is still erratic as he caresses the side of your face and plants a soft, firm kiss on your lips. He nuzzles your nose with his before lightly kissing you on the forehead and pulling out of you with a groan. Your eyes droop closed as he goes into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab a damp towel to clean you up. After cleaning you and himself, he washes his hands and climbs back in bed beside you. You roll over into his side to lay your head on his chest while your breathings have gone back to normal. He pulls the covers over the two of you as you curl your leg around his. He grabs the TV remote to put on a movie. He looks down at you with adoration in his eyes, “I don’t think you realize how long I have been looking for you and I didn’t even realize you were right in front of me. I always took your stiffness as fear instead of affection. So I have a lot of time to make up for, I hope you don’t mind.” You lean up to kiss his cheek and sigh contently as you relax back into his chest.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” You’re surprised when you hear your phone go off with a text in the pocket of your pants from the floor. Bruce notions for you to get it, but when you do you see it’s a text from Tony. Your stomach drops to your feet. There’s no way he knows, right? A text tone then comes from the pocket of Bruce’s jeans. Your text from Tony was a message game request for chess, while Bruce’s was simply a screenshot of the weather in Paris. Your eyes are wide as they meet each other’s. He knows…

Bruce hides the second message that comes through displaying a screenshot of Tony’s notifications announcing someone had turned off the lab’s cameras.. Which led him to turn them back on to find the two in the midst of their predicament..

“I’m gonna go grab us some water,” Bruce barely gets his shorts on before rushing out the door toward the kitchen to call Tony.

Ahhh! What do you think Tony will have to say about their little connection?

Would you want a part 2 to find out?

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I Got Your Crazy

A new Hydra threat has the Reader undercover, and Steve under the arm of an inebriated socialite. When the case comes to an end, the Reader immediately sets to remind and reclaim their man.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings/Promises: jealousy, language, SMUT, oral (male receiving), creampie, implied further smut, fluff

Word Count: 1950

Note: Another song-fic for this end of the summer SongFic Playlist! Let me know if you enjoy it in your comments and reblogs. These fics should go though the beginning of September, so keep an eye out. Happy reading!

“Crazy Possessive” by Kaci Battaglia

The venue could hold at least three hundred deep-pocketed people. But you thought there were at least four hundred. Under the guise of a fundraiser for the devastation of another small town in need, Tony had set this night up as a way to find the target. His name was unknown. Luckily, a picture from another event was enough for you to be able to identify him in a large crowd. Then, acting as both bait and lure, you’d become his next victim for losing a few million into his Hydra-Fund and the team would snatch him up.

Easy. Clear cut and minutes from being complete.

But instead of talking up the man in question across the bar, all you could focus on was the sugar-sweet voice that kept slurring into your boyfriend’s earpiece.

“You used to have a dance team back in the day, right, Captain Rogers? Baby, I could give you a private dance every night.”

In your hand, the glass of something pseudo-alcoholic crackled under the threat of breaking. The only thing that kept you smiling at the target was that Steve was upholding an admirable front.

“You’re… cute. But I’m at least fifty years older than you. All creaky joints and no fun. You’d have better luck with the line of wealthy bachelors over there.”

The target slid up to your side. “What’cha drinking? Looks like you’re almost down to the dregs.”

Flashing your brilliant cover smile, you turned to lean against the bar. “It wasn’t good enough for a second. What would you recommend?”

As he called the barkeep for something, you tensed.

The broad crooned in Steve’s ear. “C’mon. Let’s get lost. Must get lonely for you in all these fancy dinners and nobody on your arm.”

“I’m in a relationship.”

“They’re not here.”

“Here you are.” The target pressed a glass into your hand. You knew it was already laced with a drug that would make you pliant and suggestive. Suggestive enough to wire millions to someone you didn’t know.

Still, you smiled. “Thank you. What’s in it?”

Fate parted the sea of donors and you got a clear view of Steve’s sticker. Dripping with diamonds her father probably bought her, the woman was lovely. But she really needed to place her hands on another man, or you were going to lay your hands on her.

“Disgusting, isn’t it?” Your target matched your pose against the bar and watched the mismatched pair. He watched you take a sip of the spiked drink, unaware that you already had the antidote in your system. “He could have anyone in the world, but look at how he’s pushing her away. How sad to see such an asset wasted.”

“Hmm. If you were so famous, and had everyone in the world at your fingertips, what would you do?”

He trailed a finger up your arm. It took every cell of your being not to shiver away. “I’d take advantage of what I want.” Gingerly, he tilted your head to face him. “I have a feeling you want him. Don’t you? You’ve been hyper aware of his presence all night. Maybe he needs someone to open the door for him.” His thumb slid across your bottom lip. “Do you want to help him out?”

“Maybe,” you managed to mumble. Maybe this could work out for both of you in ways he wouldn’t imagine.

At his nod, you strutted across the floor and took the woman’ wrist. Low enough for your voice not to travel you hissed, “touch my man again and I’ll fuck you up.” Then you placed yourself as a wedge. Wrapping your arms around him, you slid your fingers into Steve’s hair. He knew the situation, but this level of directness had not been in the plan. Even less so when you pulled him down for a deep kiss. The woman’s irritated huff behind you barely registered. You felt Steve’s hand twitch between your side and the table he was at. More than anything, you wanted him to reciprocate, but that would blow the whole thing.

You ended it. As people applauded, you shot him a wink and sauntered off with a wobble in your step. Like clockwork the target was at your elbow ready to support you and lead you away. On the stage, Tony used the kiss to gather everyone’s attention and started the bidding. The target led you out into the hallway. His phone was already out, anticipating the spike to wear off soon.

Once his fingerprint unlocked the screen and you could see the bank account pulled up, you called it. Agents rushed in from both sides and apprehended the target and his phone. He was silenced with a drug of Shield’s design and led away. Steve joined you in the hallway.

“That went well.” He hummed in surprise against the wall where you pinned him and kissed him again.

“I was about ready to break that woman’s arm.”

Steve breathed a laugh. “Jealous? You know you had nothing to worry about, right?”

“One of these days I’m going to convince Fury to let our relationship out in the open, and then I can be crazy possessive in public instead of between missions.” You whined when he dragged your arms away from around his neck.

With a kiss to your forehead, he hushed you with “one day. But for now… since the mission is complete. How about we get outta here and-“

“Yes.”

He probably had your rooms in mind, but you couldn’t wait that long. Instead, you dragged him through the first unlocked door you could find. All you cared about was that it was private. You pinned Steve to the wall beside the door, sucking on the sweet spot under his ear while he tried to fumble with the lock. It had barely clicked into place when you sank to your knees. You were desperate. Needy. And all Steve could do was watch as you unzipped his suit pants to mouth at the growing bulge under the last layer of fabric. He groaned as you pulled his cock out into the open, thankful of the release in pressure.

“I’ve been hard for you since that surprise kiss.” He hissed as you licked up the underside to the head.

Humming, you said, “I wasn’t even started yet then.”

You were oblivious to how quick he had to slap his hand over his mouth to contain his shout when you first closed your mouth around him. He held back from thrusting. Barely. As you worked, his hand clawed at the wall instead of reaching for your hair. You knew him so well, knew how to move and when to swallow, that he didn’t need to guide you. Every so often, you would flick your thumb over the twitching of his balls. The smallest of touches stole his breath. When you stopped for a breath and looked up, he was already sweating and hazy-eyed. His chest heaved, and the glow in his gaze for you bordered on the edge between feral and falling apart.

Slowly, you crawled up his body, dragging your nails over his suit where you’d usually scrape his muscles. Steve met you for the deep kiss, hugging you close. Matching you passion, he began to walk you back towards the closest flat surface.

The room hadn’t registered as someone’s office until he swept an arm across the desk. In the cleared spot, he spun you, pressing your stomach into the wood and pressing himself against the curve of your ass.

“You thought you had it bad?” Steve’s shaking hands fought with the fabric covering your body to move it out of the way. “She was bad enough. Made my skin crawl because her touch wasn’t yours. But, watching that creep prey on you. Touch you. Having to hear him whisper in your ear.” He finally managed to uncover your underwear, and then removed that too. As his fingers rubbed through your slick, he leaned down to press cheek to yours. “You’re mine. I’m yours. And there’s nothing anybody can do about it. Not that they’ll know, but I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

“Come on; do it.” You arched, twisting your hips and grinding against his hand. “Take me. Fill me up like only you can.”

As he did, thrusting inch after inch of his cock into your heat, you clawed at the desktop. Stars danced under your eyelids, fading into dark ecstasy when he was fully seated. He waited. Your breath left quickly fading puffs of vapor on the hardwood. Already you could feel him throbbing.

“Steve-“

He panted a laugh. “Just a minute. If I move now, I’ll blow. You’re too much for me.”

Gently, he took your wrist, twisting it back towards him. He kissed over your knuckles. Then, folding your arm to lay over the small of your back, he used it as leverage to begin pulling out of you. He took it slow. Toying with your desperation. And simply watching your body take his cock in and out. The wet sound of your bodies colliding filled the room. It grew louder as he began to fuck you in earnest. You were sure that the colliding of his skin of yours would be audible from the hallway.

If that wasn’t loud enough, Steve didn’t hold back on his moans and grunts anymore. No that you could either. Your gasps increased in pitch until they were seconds away from the ability to shatter crystal. That was when Steve reached around for your clit. Coating his fingers in the wetness of you mixed with his pre, he dragged it up to your clit, circling and rubbing until you saw stars.

With a shout, your body quaked and fell apart with release. Steve silenced his shout by falling over your body and muffling it between your shoulder blades. While you both fought to catch your breath, he thrust lazily. Pushing your mutual release deeper into your body. When the grip of your walls began to overstimulate, Steve tried to pull away. But you reach back, pulling his hip forward.

You mumbled, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Steve guided you up by your throat so you could see the room. “We have to be. Got a mess to clean up, and a paperwork to sign.” He tugged on your earlobe with his teeth so you’d open your eyes. Everything that had probably been on the desk when you entered was on the floor in disarray. Wouldn’t take long to clean up, but whoever came to work would be confused when things were moved around.

With a groan, you stepped back and rightened your clothes. Like you thought, it didn’t take long. But you complained the whole time. You chuckled with a thought. “I wonder how we would have explain the mess.” You sighed as Steve stepped close, and nuzzled his nose into your hair. “I could never be a PR person. There’s too much stupid in the world.”

He chuckled. Pitching his voice high, he quoted, “I could give you a private dance every night.”

“Case and point.” The memory of that woman all over Steve made your blood boil all over again. You twisted in his hold and began to undo his buttons. But he caught your hands.

“Nu-uh. We just cleaned up.”

“So, we can mess it up again?” You bit your lip, reaching for his shirt again.

Steve caught your wrists and pinned them behind your back. “No. Then we’re going home. And I’m going to erase both of our trysts from our mind by fucking you into next week. Sound good?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

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Patch Up | Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x scientist!reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Synopsis: Y/N L/N is not a medic, nor did she ever train to be one. But when a certain super soldier crossed her path, it was hard to say no.

Warnings: fluff, foul language

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Y/N L/N is not a medic, nor did she ever train to be one. But when a certain super soldier crossed her path, it was hard to say no.

It was a late night in the labs at Avengers Compound. Y/N was the only one left on her floor, intently working on the project she had started only days before. A lot of testing needed to be done and she preferred to do it at night when there were no other variables to deal with. She put the vial of liquid into the centrifuge when a voice sounded from the hallway.

“Dr. Cho! I need your help!” said a voice, echoing through the halls.

Y/N furrowed her brows, wondering why someone would be calling for the geneticist/lead medic at this time of night. Curious, she wandered into the hall to see who was calling out. She was surprised to see it was super-soldier Steve Rogers standing before her.

She was a little shocked to see him, it was unlikely to see any Avengers on this floor, besides Dr. Banner of course, who was someone Y/N liked to consider a friend after working closely with him for so many years. But Captain America on the other hand; she couldn’t figure out why he was here.

“Dr. Cho!” Steve called out again, peering around the closed labs as he clutched his shoulder. Finally, he turned around to see Y/N standing before him. “You’re not Dr. Cho.”

“No, I’m not,” she responded. “Dr. Cho left a couple of hours ago what seems to be the problem?”

“Oh, right… I should have known that.” He looked around awkwardly, not knowing what to do next.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” she repeated, awkwardly swaying from foot to foot, unsure what to do in his presence.

“Uh, maybe…” Steve trailed off, slowly turning his right shoulder to show a gash on the side of his suit. “I’m not sure if this needs stitches or not.”

Y/N's eyes went wide as she stared at the wound. “Oh my god! Of course, follow me I can help fix that.”

She turned around, opening her lab door again for the Avenger. He gave a weak smile as he stepped into the room. Ushering him to sit on a stool, Steve sat down, watching as she moved around the lab trying to gather supplies.

“I-I’m Steve by the way. Steve Rogers,” he said, trying to fill the awkward silence.

Y/N chuckled. “I know who you are.” She looked up from a drawer. “I’m Dr. L/N- Y/N L/N,” she corrected herself.

Quickly, she made her way over to Steve, sitting down on another stool in front of him. He rolled up his sleeve, hissing at the pain. She peered down at the wound, it was dark which meant it was deep.

“Yeah, I think you’ll need stitches.”

Steve nodded, not surprised at her words. “And you can do that? You're a medic?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m a biologist. But, this shouldn’t be a problem, I’ve patched up many wounds before.”

Y/N began her work, cleaning the wound area and preparing the supplies she gathered. Soon, she was ready to begin.

“How so?” Steve asked her.

“I did a lot of sports as a kid, went hiking a lot in my twenties… I had to learn how to take care of myself when no one was around.”

“I know what you mean, I got beat up a lot when I was younger, had to learn how to deal with bruised ribs and all that… never could trust myself with a needle though.”

Y/N gave out a laugh. “Is the super-soldier afraid of needles? You’re doing great right now.”

Steve looked away from her as she worked on his arm, trying to hide his smile. “Not anymore thankfully.” When he looked back up, he could see her smiling as well - that made him blush even more.

As time went on, Steve found himself smiling more and more. It was hard to contain happiness around her, even when she was stitching up his arm. It didn’t take long, but part of him wanted to stay here, talking with her forever.

He learned about her job and the things that employees who don’t deal with superhero business on a daily basis do. He didn’t know why but talking to her felt easy, it felt safe and nice.

For Y/N, she couldn’t believe that she was holding up a conversation. Usually, by now she would be stumbling over her words, trying to say the most interesting this possible but with Steve, she could feel that it was different. The way he looked at her as she intently worked on fixing him made her feel like she could talk about anything and he would still be entertained. He was genuinely interested in what she had to say, not asking questions just for the say of asking.

But soon, the night had to end. Y/N put away her supplies, moving the stool away as she stood up and adjusted her lab coat. Steve stood up too, rolling his sleeve back down. He towered over her, Y/N didn’t realize how tall he was until now.

“Thank you,” he said. “For helping me. You didn’t have to.”

“No don’t say that, of course, I helped. I’ll always help,” she responded, looking up into his blue eyes.

Both of them stared at each other, not wanting to look away. It was at this point did both of them realize how close to one another they were standing. “Well, I should probably get going, thank you again.” He stepped backward, moving away from her and towards the door.

“O-of course. Have a good night Captain Rogers.”

He stopped in the doorway, turning back to face her one more time with a smile. “Call me Steve, please. Captain Rogers sounds so formal.”

Y/N smiled back. “Sure, yeah, Steve.”

He gave her one last nod before stepping out of the room completely. Y/N let out her breath, one that she had been carefully keeping in since she ran into the super-soldier.

Well, that was interesting, she thought to herself.

Carefully, she wrapped up the work she had, taking the vials out of the centrifuge. She had enough action for one night, work could wait for tomorrow.

⭐⭐⭐

To run into Steve Rogers once was an accident, but twice in one week - Y/N was beginning to question if it was more than just a coincidence. She was working on a different project this time, preparing samples to go under the microscope while singing along to the music she turned on.

“In a minute, Ima need a sentimental, man or woman, to pump me up,” she sang softly, walking across her lab.

It was a new song that her niece had shown her dance to. As she placed down her sample, she attempted to lazily do the dance again.

“Feeling fussy, walkin' in my Balenci-ussy’s,” she slopping raised her arms above her head as she turned back around to grab another sample. That’s when she saw him, Captain Steve Rogers standing in her doorway.

“Steve!” she explained, quickly dropping her hands and adjusting her lab coat. “What are you doing here?”

His face was frozen, somewhere mixed between, shock, confusion, and a smile. “I-I was looking for Dr. Banner’s lab. Picking him up for lunch,” he said. “Do you always dance in your lab when you’re alone?”

Y/N ignored his last question, too embarrassed that she had been dancing in front of an Avenger. Slowly she walked toward him at the door.

“It’s down the hall, turn left, and it should be the last door on the right,” she instructed.

“If I come by more often will I see you dance again?”

“Can't miss it, his name is on the door.” She finally made it right in front of him, she met his gaze, to see him smiling from ear to ear. She knew what the next words out of his mouth would be.

Sighing, she answered him. “No, I don’t usually dance in my office my niece wanted me to learn a dance. She’s very big on social media stuff… I could walk you over to Dr. Banner’s lab if you think you’ll have trouble finding it.”

Quickly, Steve stepped back out of the doorway and opened a hand as an invitation for her to join him. She fell into his step as they walked down the brightly lit corridor.

“By the looks of it, you need a dance partner,” he said.

Y/N turned her head to look at him as he continued to stare forward. “Is that so?” He nodded. “Well, where am I ever going to find one of those.”

They turned the corner, coming up quickly on Dr. Banner’s lab. “It just so happens I did some dancing myself back in my 20s.”

Y/N and Steve stopped in front of the door and Y/N couldn’t find a way to respond. Was this asking her out or was this just some playful banter to fill up an awkward encounter? Before she could answer, Bruce Banner opened the door to his lab.

“Steve,” he said. “Come on in I have one more thing I need to finish up before we head out.” He turned to see his friend was not alone. “Dr. L/N,” he greeted her.

“Dr. Banner,” she said back. “I was just leaving.” She turned back to Steve. “Have fun at lunch.”

She stepped back, prepared to go back to her lab when she heard him call out to her again. “Have fun with your Balenci-ussy’s or whatever it was you were saying.”

Y/N felt her eyes go wide, not wanting to look back up at the snickering Steve.

“What did you just say???” Bruce said from inside his lab.

⭐⭐⭐

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., alert the infirmary we’ve got multiple injured, critical condition,” said Tony Stark. He limped through the hall, acting as a support to a severely injured Steve. “Hold on Rogers, we're almost there.”

Steve hissed, holding one hand to his side. They had been on a mission to a planet they only knew as Prime. The only problem was that wasn’t its full name but instead Chitauri Prime - they had only found out when it was too late.

A chitauri had torn right into Steve’s side, leaving a very large and gaping wound. He stumbled with Tony to the infirmary, Natasha limping close behind with an unconscious Clint on a stretcher. The others were still getting out of the jet, almost too weak to hold themselves up.

When Steve turned back, he saw Dr. Cho running at them, followed by two other medics. “Oh my god, what happened?” she asked, taking hold of his other side for support.

“Chitauri homeworld, we didn’t know,” said Tony. They brought Steve over to the bed, him grunting as they tried to pull him into a comfortable spot. “Clint's way worse than he is, I think Barnes is missing half his vibranium arm and the kid broke his leg.”

“We don’t have enough medics for everyone, we weren’t expecting you to be back so soon.”

“H-hmm,” Steve mumbled, trying to control his breathing.

Tony and Dr. Cho turned toward him. “What is it, Captain Rogers? Is the pain getting worse?”

“Y-Y/N, get Y/N.”

“Dr. L/N? Cap, she isn’t prepared to handle a situation like this.”

“She h-helped me, ahh,” he gripped his side as he tried to sit up. “She’s helped me before, she can again.”

“The other medics are just an hour away-“

“No, he’s right,” Tony interrupted. “There isn’t enough time. If she can help, we need her.”

Dr. Cho nodded, not saying another word as she printed away to find the biologist.

Back on her floor, Y/N was just cleaning up for the day. It was nice and slow, no one had interrupted her once and it allowed her to focus on her more tedious work. She picked up her bag, satisfied with her days’ work, ready to go home and watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and drink some red wine when Dr. Cho bursted open her late door.

“Y/N! Thank goodness I found you before you left,” She said, almost out of breath.

“Helen, what’s wrong?” Y/N said with concern.

“The Avengers, they just got back and we don’t have enough medics- Captain Rogers asked for your help.”

“He asked for me?” Y/N was confused, why would Steve ask for her. She wasn’t a medic, she couldn’t help with dire issues.

“We don’t have anyone else. Quickly, we have to go!”

Without a second thought, she put down her back running after Dr. Cho to the infirmary. The sight she saw when she entered was chaos. Dr. Cho raced back into action, checking on an unconscious Clint. Peter was sitting in a chair with Bucky, both clutching their hurting limbs while Natasha helped another medic, while still limping, as they injected someone into Dr. Banner.

As her eyes scanned the room, they fell onto Steve who was laying back on an infirmary bed, his face scrunching as he tried to take deep breaths.

“Steve,” Y/N said approaching him. She placed her hand over his. “You need to let your hand down, let me see the wound.”

Caught in a daze, he tried to focus on her. “Y/N-ah!” he cried out as he felt her fingers examining the cut on his side.

“Hey, it’s okay, don’t speak. I got you okay? I got you.”

⭐⭐⭐

Steve woke up with a gasp, flinching as pain rushed through his side. He looked down to see his side wrapped in a bandage, his wound now on its way to healing. Around the room, the other injured Avengers were asleep, the dim light illuminating their sleeping figures.

“Hey,” said a soft voice.

Steve turned his head to see Y/N at his bedside. “Hey,” he said back. “How long was I out?”

“Just 3 hours,” she said.

He could tell she was still anxious, her shoulders crunching up as leaned in her chair onto his bed. “You didn’t have to stay. You should go home and rest.”

“Well I couldn’t leave my dance partner alone could I?” Steve chuckled. “Plus, I’ve never patched up a wound like this before. I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t bleed out overnight.”

“Well that sounds a lot less like a friendly gesture and more like you don’t want to be charged with killing me.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “Killing an Avenger would look back on my record I have to say…”

“Do you have anyone else I should call to tell you’re all right? A friend, girlfriend…”

Steve shook his friend. “No friends outside of the people in this room I’m afraid. Certainly no girlfriend.”

Y/N didn’t know what to make of that. Was their flirty banter more than just that? “Wow Rogers, a man of your age should have someone special in their life,” she said sarcastically. Steve laughed a little too hard, making him wince and grab his side. “Let me take a look at that.”

She moved to sit on the bed next to him, moving down the blankets to reveal his bare chest and torso. Trying not to make things awkward, and look at his muscles for too long, she gently pulled back the bandages and began to examine them.

“I haven’t really dated since the 40s,” he said, trying to fill the awkward silence. “Nat tried to set me up with some people a while ago but it never really worked out.”

“No one right for you?”

“No one that Natasha thinks is right for me. I don’t know, I haven’t really been looking for a relationship.”

Y/N felt herself blush with embarrassment. She had been totally out of line. To think that an Avenger would flirt with her? To want to date her? She could see how he was just being polite. Carefully, she put secured the bandages again and stood back up.

“You didn’t tear any of their stitches,” she said. “Just try not to move to much and you should be fine. And you’re right, it's late and I should get going to the night.”

Steve tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “What-“

“I’ll see you later, Captain Rogers.”

“Wait!” he called out after her but it was too late. She had already gathered her things and left the room.

Steve leaned back and sighed. How could things have gone so wrong in such a short amount of time?

⭐⭐⭐

For the past few weeks, Y/N has become increasingly annoyed. It all started when a few days after her life-saving help that a coffee cup appeared on her desk. It was exactly how she liked it, a hot vanilla latte with 2 extra pumps of vanilla. Next to it laid a small piece of paper folded in two. Cautiously, she opened it.

Y/N,

Thank you for your help in the med bay last week. I wouldn’t be here without you.

From,

Steve

She felt herself smile at the note before shaking it away. No, he doesn’t think of her like that, she needed to get on with her day.

But as the days went on, the coffees continued to arrive. Every day, hot vanilla latte, 2 extra pumps of vanilla. She loved the drink dearly but at the amount she was receiving, Y/N knew soon she would never want to drink it again.

Sighing, Y/N picked up the cup, along with another note from the Captain himself.

Y/N,

Hot vanilla latte with 2 extra pumps of vanilla! You’re making me addicted to these now as well.

From,

Steve

It was starting to mess with her head really. In the days leading after patching him up, when the coffees first began, she would see him in the hallway through the window in her lab. Every time he would look through, give her a smile before continuing on his way. That’s all it was; a smile on his way to probably visit Dr. Banner down the hall.

Why was he doing this? If he wasn’t flirting with her, what was it? Deciding she had enough, she stormed out of her lab, heading to exactly where she knew he would be. When she got up to the meeting floors, she could see the giant glass room at the end of the hall. All of the Avengers were inside, finishing up their last meeting for the day.

With one final breath, she moved towards the room, ready to face what she had been dreading for weeks. By the time she reached the door, most of the Avengers had already filed out. Bruce Banner looked up from the ground as he stepped out, almost running into her.

“Dr. L/N!” he said with surprise. “What are you doing up here? Did we have another meeting I forgot about?”

“No! Nothing like that,” Y/N reassured him. She looked past him to make eye contact with Steve. He was grinning from ear to ear as she tried to maintain her composure. “I actually came to talk to him.”

Bruce turned around to follow her eye line to an approaching Steve. “Right then, I’ll see you later.” Awkwardly, Bruce left them alone.

“Y/N,” Steve said with a smile. “What are you doing up here-“

“You need to stop sending me the coffees,” she blurted out, not knowing how else to put it.

He cocked his head to the side. “What?”

“The vanilla lattes, you don’t need to keep sending me them. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Y/N you saved my life of course I owe you.”

She could hear his voice get more stern like he was saying a statement rather than an opinion. Trying to hold back a scoff she said, “By that logic, I would owe you a million coffees for all the times you saved the world.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.“

“That’s definitely how it works. So-“

“Okay then it does,” he interrupted her.

Y/N took a step back confused. “What?”

“If that’s how it works you owe me a million coffees. But, you know, that is a lot of caffeine so how about you just come to dinner with me.”

Y/N was looking at him in utter confusion while he had the smirk of a man who just won the lottery. “I-I’m sorry I don’t think I’m following.”

“Dinner with me, tomorrow night at 7, how about we say Gideon’s Fish House?”

“I thought you said you weren’t looking for a relationship. You said when you were injured-“

“When I was hopped up on pain meds? I wasn’t looking for a relationship then; when Natasha was trying to set me up on a date. But I mean, if you owe me a million coffees it's best to get them all in on one night right?”

She pursed her lips, “I-I…” She didn’t know what to say, completely dumbfounded that this conversation was even happening. “S-Sure, yeah. Gideon’s, 7 pm tomorrow.”

Steve smiled at her, “Great!” he said, very enthusiastically. He began to walk away, down the hall to catch up with Bruce and the other Avengers. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“And no more lattes!” she called out as a last-minute thought.

“We’ll talk about that over dinner!” Steve yelled back with a smirk as he disappeared down the hall.

Y/N was left alone, trying to comprehend everything. What the hell just happened?

⭐⭐⭐

Fuck Steve Rogers.

That lying son of a prick. Of course, it had been too good to be true. Why did she even think he was being serious?

Y/N waited at the restaurant for two hours. Two fucking hours getting embarrassed looks from customers and side glances from the waiters. She had been stood up, she knew it.

What had been the point of asking her out then? Just to see if she was that gullible? This is why she never tried to hang out with any of the superheroes at work. Sure, there was Bruce but he was different. He still considered himself a scientist first and a superhero second.

Not wanting to subject herself to another hour of embarrassment, Y/N got up and left the restaurant in a hurry. She stepped out into the cold New York air, taking a slow breath in. Before leaving for the night, she had put a couple of PCR samples in the fridge to check back the next morning.

They would be ready now to check, and she desperately needed something to take her mind off the stressful night. Deciding to walk back to the tower, Y/N began her journey back to her lab.

She tried to think of other things on her walk back but her mind kept drifting back to the super soldier. She didn’t understand why, she now despised him with every fiber of her being. Steve was supposed to be the staple of America, the face you think of when someone says patriotic. But now she knew that was all a lie. A front for a despicable human being living underneath.

Finally, she made it up to her lab, going to unlock the door with her key fab. When she went to scan it, the light was already green.

Huh, Y/N thought to herself. I could have sworn I locked the door before I left.

Not thinking much more, she went inside, flipping on the light to see a disaster in front of her.

The floor was covered in blood. A lot of blood, with an almost unconscious Captain Rogers laying in the middle. He was in nice clothes. Black pants, a white button-down and a tie. Though, you would never be able to tell it was white, as it was soaked red in his blood. Y/N gasped, throwing her stuff to the side and kneeling in front of him, not caring if she stained the dress she was wearing.

“Steve!” she explained. “What happened? Where are you hurt?” He mumbled in and out of consciousness his hand weakly pointing to his stomach. She put her hands on either side of his face, trying to help him concentrate. “Stay with me okay? I’m going to get my supplies.”

Y/N stood up kicking off her heels in annoyance and she ran to a cabinet at her workstation. She grabbed as many supplies as she could find that would help him. Running back over, she kneeled down, struggling to unbutton his shirt. There was no time to try to move him and Y/N doubted that she would have been able to if there was.

As she finally pushed open his shirt she saw what she had feared the most. His wound had opened again, the one she had previously helped mend. Trying not to panic more than she already was, she got to work.

Y/N felt like a complete idiot as she mended up Steve's wounds. Here she was, sulking at dinner over another boy who left her when really he was bleeding out on the floor of her lab.

As she began her work, Steve’s head sloppy turned from side to side. He was fading in an out of consciousness and that was bad, really bad.

“Steve, you gotta stay awake for me okay? I don’t know if you have a concussion,” she told him, grabbing another tool. He grunted as his eyes fluttered open.

“Y-Y/N,” he struggled to say. He tried to lift his head up but put it back down as a wave of dizziness washed over him. “Where am I?”

“You’re in my office. Just hold on, okay? This might hurt a bit,” she said, beginning her stitches. He winced slightly, letting out a puff of air. “Just keep talking okay? You need to stay awake.”

“A-about what?” he asked, struggling to stay still.

“Anything, okay? Just talk.”

He was silent for a moment as she put another stitch in. “I’m sorry I stood you up,” he finally spoke. Y/N's movements faltered for a moment as she looked over at him. “There was a mission, I had to go-“

“It’s okay,” she cut him off. “I get it, being a superhero comes first, it always will.”

“I wish it didn’t,” he said truthfully as she continued to work on his side. “I love helping people, it’s all I ever wanted to do, even back in the 40s but…sometimes, I wish the only problems I had to deal with were what tie to wear on my date with a pretty girl.”

Y/N struggled not to smile as she tied on his last stitch. She titled her head as she looked back at him. “Stay here for a minute. I’m gonna get some more towels to clean up the blood on the floor but it isn’t wise to move you just yet.”

Getting up, she went to go grab more disposable towels. There was a loud grunt from behind her. She turned around to see Steve trying to prop himself up against the leg of her lab table.

“Steve!” she said, rushing back over to him. “You shouldn’t be moving right now-“

“I’m fine,” he interrupted her. “That floor was just really uncomfortable.” He chuckled slightly, watching as Y/N tried to hide her laughter too.

She shook her head, moving to clean up the blood still on the floor. “You should have gone to Dr. Cho when you saw your stitches open.”

He gave her a shrug. “I wanted to see my favorite biologist… plus, I still feel really bad for standing you up.”

“I already said it was fine. It’s okay, really. You were helping save the world.”

She moved closer to him, cleaning up the trail of blood that followed him to the leg of the table. She could feel his breath as she cleaned the blood,

“Then I guess that means that I owe you for two dinners?” he tried, giving a soft smile.

Y/N looked back up at him, her eyes darting down to his lips which were only a few inches from hers. His breath was heavy against hers as they leaned closer to each other, their foreheads millimeters away from touching. She could feel his hand come up, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Yes, I think that would work,” she said, before crashing her lips to his.

Gently they both pushed forward, Steve’s free hand wrapping around her. She brought both her hands up to cup his face as she pressed deeper into the kiss. Leaning closer in, she heard Steve wince.

Quickly, she pulled away. “Sorry!”

He laughed as he kept her close to him. “It’s okay,” he told her.

“You know, it’s not very gentleman like to kiss before the first date, Mr. I haven’t dated since the 40s.”

Steve laughed again, keeping his arm wrapped around her. “Some traditions should be left in the past.”

Y/N smiled, both of them leaning back in to capture one more kiss.

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The pretty little actress of Rogers - Part 8 (Steve Rogers x Reader)

The pretty little actress of Rogers Part 8 - Friends // The pretty little actress of Rogers Masterlist Steve Rogers x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You meet Steve’s friends.

The small apartment you rent is quiet and calm when you get home. The lights are off, and the traffic is muffled through the windows. Kent's briefcase is at the entrance door, pushed against the wall. A small piece of paper waits for you on the fridge with your husband's handwritten message on it. He won't be back tonight.

It's okay, though. You won't be home either.

By the time you get ready, Steve already waits for you outside. The blue suit with the black lapel looks too good on him. You can't help but smile when you notice the matching bow tie around his neck. He is freshly shaved, and his hair is combed backward in soft, blond strands. "You look amazing," you grin as the door closes behind you, and your high heels creak with every step on the pavement. "And you look ravishing," he smirks, pulling you against his hard body to kiss your cheek. The musky scent of his cologne fills your lungs. "Thank you," you reply, still smiling. You wear the black dress with the heart-shaped cleavage he liked so much. You added matching stockings and a jacket that barely protects you from the cold but looks too good not to wear for the night. "I can't leave you alone tonight," he comments, holding your hand as you get in the car. It's warm, and the music is quiet in the background. "Why?" You ask back with a light frown. Your lips glint under the street lamp as you talk. "So no one can steal you from me."

When you arrive at the club, it's already loud and busy. The place is much bigger than the other one Steve took you a few weeks ago. Bright lights flash in the smokey air. The music vibrates in your chest, and seeing the crowd, you can't wait to drink something to calm your nerves. "Come," Steve says through the noise. "I will show you the VIP area." His arm is firm and secures around your body. He leads you through the dancing bodies easily and doesn't let you go even when you reach the stairs to the next floor. "Are your friends already here?" You ask him as you reach the top. "Probably," he replies. "But you don't have to worry," he adds when he notices the unsure tone of your words. "Sam's girl will be here too. She will love you."

You are not sure about his statement, but you follow him into the VIP room. The music is much quieter and calmer here. You can see the dancing crowd on the first floor from the window that covers the whole wall. A long couch and sofas are put in the middle, with a small bar at the corner. "We thought you won't even come." A brunette greets Steve first. He is a bit shorter, but the power he holds demands attention and respect. "I told you I would come," Steve replies, shaking the man's hand with a quick pat on his shoulder. "And she is Y/N," he adds, stepping back to slide his arm around your waist again. "Oh, yes." Another man speaks up from the couch. "Your pretty little actress." "Don't listen to him." A young woman cuts in before you can react. She steps away from the bar to hug you as a greeting. "My name is Leila, and the idiot on the couch is Sam." "And I'm Bucky." The brunette adds, reaching out for your hand to shake it. His touch is warm and gentle. "And the quiet one at the bar is Nomad." "Fuck off." The blond, bearded man grunts but nods your way. "What do you drink?" Leila asks, linking her arms into yours to steal you away from Steve with a quick wink. "Anything... strong," you reply with an exhale. You really need something to relax while everyone's eyes are on you the whole time.

"It's a big step," Sam comments quietly when Steve sits down next to him with a bottle of beer in his large hand. "You are serious about her, hm?" That's true. They don't introduce every girl to their group. Steve doesn't even remember the last time he had a girl worthy of this. "What about the husband?" Bucky asks. He is on the sofa, legs crossed. "Still in the picture," Steve grunts, glancing at you over his shoulder. You sit at the bar, chatting with Leila. An easy smile plays on your lips, and your eyes glint with laughter. You are in good hands. "Just say the words, and I will make sure he won't be anymore," Nomad offers, sitting down next to Steve. "No." "Are you sure?" "No." Bucky laughs. "What does she say? How is her marriage?" Steve shrugs. "We don't talk about it." "And how much longer can you go like this?" It's a good question. Steve is not sure about it. He is not the type of man who shares his woman with another. The thought of you going home to another man haunts him more and more often with every passing day. He wants you. He wants you nights and days. He wants you to come home to him and sleep next to him and be with him entirely. "As long as I have to," he replies in the end.

Their conversations stop when you and Leila join them. You sit next to Steve, who drops his arm over your shoulder immediately. Your skin is soft under his touch. You fit his side perfectly. "So you work at the theater?" Bucky asks. "Yes," you nod. "We have to go and see you," Leila adds, smiling at his boyfriend. "Don't you think?" "Whatever you want, love," Sam hums. His dark eyes glint with happiness and love as he watches his woman sitting down on his lap. His arm curls around her body automatically. "We will have a premiere soon," you suggest with a gentle smile. You know these people are important to Steve, and for some reason, you want them to like you. Why does it matter, though? It's not an official relationship. You are married to another man. But nonetheless, you can't fight against the nudging feeling.

As the night goes on, you get more and more comfortable with Steve's company. Sam and Bucky are not shy to tease the man next to you the whole time, while Nomad just smirks and adds something to the conversation every now and again. And Leila accepts you as her new friend immediately. "You could join us sometime," you offer her at some point. "Wanda and Nakia would really like you." "I would love to," she smiles. Steve's hand on your bare thigh tightens as he sends a smile your way. He wants you to get comfortable with his friends since he imagines his future with you even though you don't know it yet.

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kenny-power · 7 months

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Attack Me

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning(s) - slight language, minor violence described

A/N - this is my first attempt at writing a fight scene, so if it's bad - sorry! Hope you enjoy! <3 (Also, Peter is my son & that accidentally bled into my writing, but im not sorry!!)

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"Why are we just standing here… staring at each other? …What are you doing? Can you, like, attack me or something?"

It all started out as a typical Tuesday. Steve, Tony, Nat, and Thor were on a recon mission somewhere in Europe. Clint was cooking something delicious-smelling in the communal kitchen. Peter had just gotten off school and told Y/N about his day. Without looking, Y/N knew that Bucky was in his room, having finished training.

He trained a lot when Steve was gone.

Not that Y/N watched him or knew his routine. That would be creepy. She just…likes to observe him. To understand what he's doing throughout the day. It's only because she's concerned, not creepy. Steve seems to be his only friend, the only one he wants to talk to. Not for lack of trying on her part, though. And, she tried.

As one of the team's newer members, Y/N thought it'd be nice to reach out to Bucky and try to befriend him. She always thought he looked so lonely when Steve brought him in. He was still dealing with mental after-shocks of remembering who he was before the Winter Soldier. According to Steve, Bucky was very outgoing and chivalrous, but that man is long gone, now only a shell of insecurity and doubt. It makes Y/N's heart ache for him. But Bucky apparently wants nothing to do with anyone who's not Steve. It's considered a miracle if he's even seen out of the gym or his room for longer than to get meals when Steve's away.

"Y/N? Are you listening?" Peter's voice cuts through her train of thought, effectively derailing it. She blinks and smiles guiltily at Peter.

"Yes, sorry, Pete. Just got a little lost in thought. Anyways, you were saying? What did M.J. say to him?" Peter isn't deterred by Y/N's lack of concentration and dives back into his story. Something about M.J. and Ned and a silly argument they had at lunch. Y/N smiles fondly at him, endeared by the passionate way the kid retells the story.

The comfortable quiet is suddenly cut short by J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice crackling to life.

"Pardon the interruption…" The A.I.'s voice cuts out suddenly before coming back in, "I am being scrambled. Please take defensive positions. We have an intrud--"the voice cuts out completely. Y/N jumps to her feet, pulling Peter with her to the kitchen. Clint was there and armed with weapons he had stashed somewhere.

"Clint, what's going on?" Y/N took two steak knives from the silverware drawer, keeping one in her hands and tucking the other into her belt. Not the best weapons, but she doubted she'd have time to run to her room before anything happened. By her side, Peter was rolling up his sleeves, revealing his web shooters. “J.A.R.V.I.S.?” She called up to the ceiling. "What's happening?" The A.I. did not respond. Clint looked like he was going to say something before the sound of footsteps cut him off.

Everyone turned to look at the sound in the hall. Y/N pushed Peter further behind her, gripping her knife more tightly. Bucky stepped out of the shadows, to everyone's relief. His hair was damp as if he had just gotten out of the shower. Y/N's shoulders relaxed at the sight of him. Clint stepped up.

"Something's happening. Is everyone armed?" He did a once-over of everyone, satisfied. "Okay, listen. We need to-. "The lights cut out, Peter instantly latching onto Y/N. "Shit. Okay, everyone, stay close." Y/N could hear fumbling as Clint or Peter; she couldn't tell who; tried to find the generator's button in the electric panel. Eventually, they did, making the backup light flicker on, washing everyone in an orange glow.

J.A.R.V.I.S.'s speakers crackled back on, but it wasn't the A.I. who spoke. An unfamiliar voice spoke instead. Bucky stiffened instantly, seemingly recognizing the voice.

"Hello, second-string Avengers," an accented voice said.

"Hey! We're not second-string!" Peter whispered. Y/N shushed him. The voice continued.

"How fortunate for me that the day I have come to speak to you, the best of you are absent."

Okay, now it's getting hurtful, Y/N thought.

"I have come for one thing and one thing only." Said the voice. Bucky turned to the rest of the group.

"We need to leave. Now." He sounded urgent and nervous. His eyes were frantically darting around, looking like he was about to start grabbing people and dragging them towards the exit.

"I have come for you, Winter Soldier." He froze, face in a panic Y/N had never seen before.

"Bucky? What's going on? Who is that?" Bucky ignored her question.

"Surprised to hear me, Soldat?" The panic dropped from Bucky's face and was replaced with a cold mask.

"Everyone, leave now." He growled out. Then, he looked up suddenly into Y/N's face, searching her eyes imploringly. "Please. Leave." Y/N nodded and started to pull Peter away from the kitchen towards the elevator, Clint following. That's when the voice began speaking again.

"Longing." Y/N pushed the elevator buttons rapidly, but nothing happened.

"Rusted." The power had been cut, and the elevator would not be coming.

"Furnace." Bucky, still in the kitchen, yelled in rage.

"Daybreak."

"The stairs!" Peter cried, "Let's go." He took off running towards the stairs, the two adults behind him.

"Seventeen." Something shattered in the kitchen. Bucky was trying to resist the trigger words. It would be of no use.

"Go, go, go!” Y/N chanted, pushing Peter forward.

"Benign." Peter made it to the stairs' door first, slamming into it. Something had it jammed.

"Nine."

"Move!" Clint barked. He took his bow off his back and hit it against the door handle. It took a couple of tries, but the handle broke off, allowing him to ram his shoulder into the door, crashing it open.

"Homecoming." Y/N followed Pete and him down the stairs to ensure Peter was first. They had to put as much distance between them and Bucky as possible. They could still hear the intercom in the stairwell.

"One." It won't be enough. The Winter Soldier is unstoppable. They won't make it.

They won't make it.

"Freight car." Faintly, Y/N could hear everything go silent in the kitchen.

"Ready to comply," she heard Bucky - no, he's the Winter Soldier now - say. It broke her heart.

The man on the intercom laughed. It was a horrible, cruel laugh. Then he simply said, "Stop them."

Y/N's heart dropped to her stomach. The group running burst into one of the lower floors, still nowhere near the building's exit. Damn Stark and his need to live on the highest floor of the Tower. Panting, she looks at the others.

"What…what do we do? Can we really subdue Bucky when he's like this? What if he hurts someone? We can't fight him."

Peter looked nervous; Bucky was his teammate. He didn't want to have to fight him. Clint looked up.

"We're going to have to try. Nothing lethal, but we need to take down the Winter Soldier. I've already notified the team overseas, but they won't be here for a few hours. It's up to us." Y/N nodded.

Take him down. Take down Bucky. Oh boy, that's gonna be hard.

Coming up with a plan, the small team got into position. The floor they were on was one of the lower-level training gyms made for non-Avengers-level agents. Unfortunately, the mysterious intruder had done his due diligence, and the floor was deserted. Y/N had a sneaking suspicion that other floors were similarly populated. Steeling herself, she looked at Clint and Peter.

"Okay. Nonlethal takedown. Let's make it quick, with as little injury as possible. Pete, Clint, you guys start up high. I'll go low. We ambush him and take him down." Y/N paused, frowning, "He didn't have any access to guns before this, did he?" Clint shook his head.

"I don't think so, but we can't be too careful." Y/N nodded.

"Alright, go team?" She grimaced at them. Their smiles back were forced, nervous. Peter was practically vibrating. Y/N found a vantage point near the back of the gym, tucking herself behind some mats but still allowing space to flee or fight. She watched Peter swing his way up to the rafters from her spot, crouching in the darkness. Clint climbed to the top of the climbing wall, nesting with his bow and arrows ready. Y/N saw that he only had out his non-lethal arrows. Taser ones, netting ones, grappling ones, things like that.

It was silent in the room; not even their breathing could be heard. The door slowly creaked open. Y/N clutched the steak knives she took from the kitchen. Terrible weapons; they would barely do anything against the Winter freakin' Soldier.

His footsteps were heavy, slow. He was hunting his prey. Y/N's heart thudded in her chest. Somehow, this was more terrifying than raiding an entire HYDRA compound.

Bucky's time as the Winter Soldier had molded him into the perfect weapon. Silent. Fierce. Deadly.

The Soldier's eyes swept across the room, looking for anything out of place. He had no visible weapons in his hands, thank God, but that did not give Y/N much pause. The Soldier himself was a weapon just as deadly.

Y/N remained as still as possible, not wanting to give up her position until the last possible second. She only hoped the boys would do the same. Keeping close to the edge of the wall, the Soldier crept around the room's circumference, ensuring his back was covered. Damn, that's smart. She saw movement in the rafters out of the corner of her eye. Peter was making his way across the ceiling, intending to drop down behind Bucky.

It's as if he could sense the shift in the air. Bucky whirled around, and his foot caught Peter in the stomach. The poor boy flew across the gym, his momentum slamming him into some pads leaning against the wall. Y/N smothered her gasp. Arrows rained down around Bucky, forming a net. Clint moved from his place on the climbing wall, the Soldier's eyes tracking him. He wound up his metal arm without a sound, tangling the mesh in it before snapping it completely. Well, there went that plan.

Sparing a glance at Peter, he was still moving - thank goodness, Y/N ran up behind Bucky. There was no way he couldn't have heard her coming, and yet, she was able to jump on his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck - something she learned from Nat. Trying to use their combined weights against him, she flung her body backward, intending to launch the both of them to the ground. He anticipated this, widening his stance to remain upright. All Y/N achieved was ending up upside down on his back. Not exactly what she intended, but it provided a nice distraction.

Three quick web shots hit the Soldier in the face, obscuring his vision. The Soldier grunted, trying to free himself from Y/N's grip and the webbing. A well-aimed whistling sound pierced the air as the Winter Soldier struggled to break free from Y/N's unexpected hold and the webbing covering his face. It was Hawkeye, back in action.

Clint had repositioned himself during the brief distraction Y/N had caused. He had a clear shot now and wasn't about to waste it. With perfect precision, he let loose an electrified arrow. The arrow sailed through the air and embedded itself in his metal shoulder.

Electricity surged through the webbing, sending sparks flying and involuntarily causing the Winter Soldier to convulse. The shock temporarily incapacitated him, forcing him to release Y/N. She rolled away from him just in time, regaining her footing.

The Winter Soldier, despite the overwhelming assault from Hawkeye and Y/N, was not one to stay down for long. His enhanced resilience and combat training began to shine through. Y/N almost admired him as he shook off the effects of the stun arrows, regaining his composure.

Just as Spider-Man swung back into the fray, his spider-sense tingling, he faced a renewed and focused Winter Soldier. Bucky's metal arm whirred to life as he delivered a powerful blow, knocking Spider-Man off balance.

Peter managed to dodge subsequent strikes using his speed and agility, but the Winter Soldier relentlessly pursued him. Bucky's combat experience allowed him to predict Spider-Man's movements, and the two engaged in a high-speed, acrobatic duel throughout the gym. Y/N was left to hover near them, unable to find an opening but staying near just in case.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…”

She could hear Peter’s constant cursing under his breath, a stark contrast to his usual quips and puns he made when fighting. The poor kid was terrified.

Peter fired web projectiles, attempting to ensnare the Winter Soldier, but Bucky deftly evaded them or shattered the webbing with his metal arm. Clearly, the Soldier had regained his footing, and Pete was having difficulty keeping up with the relentless assault.

With a sudden burst of speed, the Soldier closed the distance between them, delivering a punishing punch that sent Spider-Man crashing through a wall and into the next room. The impact left Spider-Man disoriented and weakened.

"Peter!" Y/N couldn't help herself. That looked like it really hurt. A pained groan answered her, and she could make out the faint outline of Pete's thumbs-up. In any other situation, Y/N would have laughed. But now was obviously not the time.

With Spider-Man temporarily out of the picture, the Winter Soldier shifted his focus to the next threat at hand, Hawkeye. Clint had taken cover behind a stack of gym mats, his bow ready. But the Winter Soldier was relentless and determined to eliminate them one by one.

Bucky moved stealthily through the gym, his enhanced senses and combat skills allowing him to easily track Clint's movements. He spotted Clint's hiding place and swiftly closed the distance, using cover whenever possible to avoid Clint's arrows.

Clint was in a precarious situation. He had already used many of his specialized arrows in the earlier assault on the Winter Soldier, leaving him limited options. He had to rely on his agility and marksmanship to evade Bucky's pursuit. As Bucky closed in, Clint made a split-second decision. He sprang from behind the gym mats and fired a grappling arrow into the rafters. With a swift, fluid motion, he swung up, suspending himself high above the Winter Soldier's reach.

Bucky's metal arm lashed out, attempting to grab Clint, but Clint's acrobatic skills kept him just out of reach. From his elevated vantage point, Clint quickly assessed the situation. He needed a distraction to gain the upper hand. With impeccable aim, Clint launched a specialized arrow toward a nearby support beam. The arrow detonated upon impact, causing the gym's ceiling to rain debris. Bucky shielded himself with his metal arm, momentarily blinded by the dust and debris.

Seizing this opportunity, Clint descended from the rafters, drawing his collapsible staff. He struck at Bucky's exposed flank, his blows swift and precise. The Winter Soldier grunted in pain as Clint landed a series of well-placed hits.

Y/N took this brief moment to check on Peter. She pulled him from the rubble of the wall he went through.

"You alright?" She asked, dusting him off. He nodded. "Listen to me, kid. Me and Clint will keep him distracted. I need you to get the word out to anyone left in the building. Don't get caught, okay?"

"But…but I can still fight," he coughed.

"I know, I know. This is you helping." She paused. "If you happen to come across the bastard who started this, take him out." Peter smiled and nodded. He then shot a web up to an air vent, climbed through and disappeared. Y/N turned back to the fight and made her way back to them, observing.

But Bucky's resilience was astounding. Despite the assault, he regained his footing, using his metal arm to block the staff and disarm Clint. With a powerful kick, Bucky sent Clint sprawling backward.

Clint landed hard, his body aching from the impact. He tried to regain his composure, but the Winter Soldier closed in, relentless. Clint was slumped against the wall, incapacitated for now.

A sudden voice cut through the tension as Bucky prepared for his next attack.

"Hey!" She yelled, probably not the best choice, but she ran out of options. "Come and fight me, Soldier." Bucky's eyes darkened, and he stalked over to Y/N. She prepared to fight, ready to try to exhaust the Soldier until Clint recovered or backup came.

He slowly approached Y/N, stopping a few feet from her. His stance did not indicate that he would hit her or anything.

The hesitation was unusual. Straight-up weird. His icy blue eyes seemed locked onto hers, and their tension was palpable. She decided to break the silence with a mixture of exasperation and curiosity.

"Why are we just standing here… staring at each other?" Y/N questioned, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and curiosity. "What are you doing? Can you, like, attack me or something?"

Her words snapped the Soldier out of his internal conflict, at least temporarily. He blinked as if awakening from a trance, and his tense posture relaxed slightly. With a conflicted expression, the Winter Soldier lowered his metal arm, his reluctance to fight evident. Y/N's brows furrowed, completely confused. What is happening? Why isn’t he fighting? I wonder…

Recalling what Steve once told her he did to break Bucky from his mind-control, Y/N took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

“Bucky," she said firmly, her voice filled with resolve. "I know you're in there. You can fight it."

Her words struck a chord with him, sparking a flicker of recognition in his eyes. He grappled with the mental conditioning that had controlled him for so long, struggling to regain control. Y/N took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch his metal arm firmly. He flinched slightly. Y/N took in a breath before continuing, trying to channel what she remembered Steve doing to calm him down. "Remember who you are," she urged. "You're James Buchanan Barnes."

He hesitated, the internal battle intensifying. He clenched his metal fist, the struggle evident on his face.

"Bucky," Y/N said, her voice steady, trying another tactic. "Remember those midnight snack runs we used to go on?" His brows furrowed slightly, a hint of recognition flickering in his eyes.

"We'd sneak into the kitchen when everyone else was asleep," Y/N continued, her tone filled with warmth. "You'd grab a bag of chips, and I'd raid the cookie jar. We'd sit at the kitchen counter, I would talk and you’d pretend not to listen.” She paused, a small smile touching her lips as she recalled those stolen moments late at night.

The Soldier's gaze seemed to focus on a distant memory, and his clenched fist started to relax.

“I’d talk about everything and nothing," Y/N continued. “My dreams, fears, and all the adventures I wanted us to go on once everything settled down." She reached out and gently touched his normal arm, entirely at his mercy if he decided to attack her. "I know you're still in there, Bucky," she whispered, "You can come back to me. Just come back."

The Winter Soldier hesitated, the internal battle between his conditioning and buried memories raging within him. But Y/N's words had ignited a spark of recognition, and he began taking tentative steps toward his normal self.

Finally, with a surge of inner strength, Bucky broke free from the grip of his conditioning. His arms trembled, and he fell to his knees, his face contorted in pain.

Y/N knelt beside him, offering her support and a reassuring nod. Tears welled in her eyes as she saw the pain he was going through. But more than that, questions surfaced. How was she able to break the Winter Soldier's conditioning? Why didn't he fight her? What does this mean for them?

The speaker system crackled on.

"Hey, guys. I, uh, I got the dude!" Peter's voice came through. "I'm gonna give J.A.R.V.I.S. back control." The system beeped, and the A.I.'s voice came through the speakers.

"I apologize for my absence; congratulations on subduing the threat. Mr. Stark and company are en route to the Tower, touchdown in approximately two hours. Please commence the Winter Soldier Recovery Protocol." Y/N knew what that meant. Bucky needed to be locked up until he could be examined and it could be determined that he was not under the Soldier's influence.

Clint walked over, looking beaten but not too worse for wear. Mostly, he had the wind knocked out of him. He handed Y/N a set of handcuffs, specially made to resist the strength of the many enhanced residents of the Tower. Y/N put them on Bucky before kneeling in front of him again and looking him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, you know I have to do this." She gave him a sad smile.

"Yeah…I know." He rasped out. He allowed her to get him to his feet and take him to the holding cell.

Tony dubbed it the "Winter Soldier time-out Room."

Y/N preferred not to call it that.

It was 14 hours before Bucky was allowed out of the holding cell. First, they had to wait for the rest of the team to return from the recon mission. Then, they had to deal with the intruder Peter took down. Apparently, some low-level HYDRA agent got involved with the Winter Soldier project. He had a grand idea that if he could control the Winter Soldier, he could bring HYDRA back from the ground.

Yeah, he's in prison now.

After evaluation, it was determined that Y/N completely got Bucky out of his Soldier state. How, she had no idea. Nothing like that had ever happened to Bucky before. Not even Steve had answers. Whenever he tried to bring Bucky back, there were always some residual effects of the mind control. But Bucky was acting just as he was a week ago.

Or at least, he should be.

If Y/N thought he was evasive before, that was nothing compared to now. Now, Bucky was straight-up avoiding her. Whenever she'd enter a room he was in, he'd suddenly get up and leave - not even offering an excuse. She hadn't expected how much that would actually hurt her. She missed him and their time spent together, what little of it there used to be.

One evening, late after everyone had gone to bed except for him, Y/N decided she couldn't bear the distance any longer. She had to confront Bucky and get answers. She found him in the dimly lit living room, alone by the window, lost in his thoughts.

Y/N walked in, her footsteps echoing softly in the room, and the weight of her emotions resting heavily on her shoulders. She took a deep breath and said, "Bucky, we need to talk."

Bucky turned to look at her, his expression a mixture of longing and torment.

"Y/N," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness, "I need you to understand something. You stopped the Winter Soldier that day, but it doesn't mean everything's okay."

Y/N's brows furrowed as she approached him, her heart pounding. "I know, Bucky, but you've been avoiding me ever since. Why?"

Bucky turned away, his jaw clenched as if struggling to find the words.

"Why was it you?" Y/N continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why could I reach you when no one else could? Why didn’t you attack even as the Soldier?”

Bucky sighed, a deep, heavy sigh full of emotion. He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact.

"Because..." he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “Because I love you, Y/N."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening with surprise. She had never suspected it; hearing those words from Bucky's lips left her breathless.

Bucky finally met her gaze, his eyes filled with longing and uncertainty. "I love you," he repeated, his voice gaining strength. "And that's why I've been avoiding you. I was scared that the Winter Soldier might return and hurt you if I got close to you. I can't bear the thought of that."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she reached out to cup Bucky's face, her touch gentle and tender. "Bucky," she said, her voice quivering, "you don't have to be afraid anymore. We'll face whatever comes together. I love you too.”

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