#Avengers one shot

[shesnotaposer]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 || 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

warning: minors dni (it's not like i can stop you. but keep in mind that you're responsible for your media consumption so be responsible), smut, roles; dom!natasha & brattysub!reader, semi-public sex, curse words, teasing, kinks; mommy kink | very slight praise kink | very slight degradation kink | choking kink | hair pulling, rough, large age gap; natasha is 37 and reader is 22

summary: you haven't seen natasha in a week. after being forbidden to relieve yourself during her time away, you refuse to give her the satisfaction of doing what she wants with you without a little show

a/n: NOBODY REMEMBERS ME, I KNOW. but who 9 months later, i'm back! i got pregnant and had to give birth. it was hard, it hurts, except it doesn't because i'm playing. but anyways, i've missed everyone, i'm going to write a lot of angst after this because why not

tony likes to throw parties. he used to throw extravagant monthly parties in the compound until the security of the place failed him, and the compound was infiltrated by a minor agency under hydra. ironic, isn't it? you'd think the avengers would have the best security in the world, especially with the literal owner of stark industries being your leader, but nope. when you live in a giant building full of superheroes, you forget you even need security. or that you need a strong one.

so instead of extravagant monthly parties (that the entire team against after the whole infiltration thing), tony now throws an "avenger weekend out" every month where he arranges something for the avengers to do together.

just 2 months ago, he booked the entire team a trip to dubai that you didn't really get to see much of. you and your girlfriend were quick to disappear into your hotel room and you didn't come out until the weekend was over. and by then you were limping.

this time, it's a trip to vegas.

he booked a fancy restaurant for the whole team. he gave tonight a little twist by sending stylists to everyone's rooms so everyone can look their best (the entire team knows that he only did that to stop bucky from wearing a t-shirt to fancy places but who is anyone to complain).

after a long time of trying to pick an outfit—which you had racks and racks of in your room courtesy of tony and his money—you've finally settled on a beautiful black silk dress with your cleavage propped up and exposed, you hair in an updo, and your body in the arms of someone who is not your girlfriend.

you had just arrived—fashionably late as always, and then you saw natasha. you knew she was coming. she was on a mission and had to come separately, dropping by at the compound first when you had already left.

she was gone for a week. and the entire time, you had been nothing but a good girl. you didn't touch yourself. you didn't send her a naughty picture. you didn't look at porn. because no matter how much you begged her to let you, she wouldn't. she knew how frustrated you are. but you don't want to give her the satisfaction of just doing everything she wants with you when she didn't let you do what you want. at least, not yet. you like your little games and your little shows.

so when a flare of jealousy swirls within her green eyes after you'd entered in the arms of wanda maximoff, making sure to greet everyone with a kiss on the cheek as the men especially welcomed you standing up, you knew she doesn't know your play. you sat across from her, not beside, and you can feel everyone's eyes wander from you and onto the empty spot next to natasha.

you only ever took it as far as sending her a naughty picture during a meeting. or calling her, moaning through the phone, when you know she's with the team. you never walked in the arms of someone else, or denied her of at least sitting close to you. not until now.

"if you're gonna be fashionably late, then might as well look like y/n, sam." tony quips, breaking off the awkward moment of when you met her eyes as you set your little purse on wanda's lap.

tony started the evening off by coming after cap. steve of course answered him all defensively and that started a whole thing between them. peter was annoying bucky, and sam was there laughing. pietro is nodding along something vision is saying. and thor is just asking for more beer. clint and bruce are having an awkward conversation—they're trying. they're not the closest, but they're trying. when you and nat are having a thing (that clint can always tell when you are), and tony is busy calling out everyone, clint and bruce are left trying to find something to talk about. and right now, they've settled on the temperature of their steaks.

you, on the other hand, spent the entire evening staring directly at the woman in front of you. she never took her eyes off of you either. she followed your eyes even as it glances over tony, or looks a second too long at wanda's.

you were in wanda's arms looking at natasha the entire time. you were looking at her while you laugh at a joke wanda told you, you were looking at her when your head falls on wanda's shoulder for a second, you were looking at her as you whisper something in wanda's ear.

you didn't think that the "anger makes you turn red" was a real thing—it's easier to think it makes you turn green—until you saw natasha's face, all red, the veins in her neck were popping out, and her lips were trembling with her jaw clenched. you know nobody noticed besides you. nobody in this world can memorize her skin tone enough to see when it changes. to everyone, the glare that was sharp enough to cut through you was just how she normally looks. if anything, she's merely staring at you. but you can see through her. you've memorized her features, her face, her, so expertly that you can tell even the smallest micro changes in her expression. and right now, she's angry.

so you take that as your leave.

you let her cool off.

you stood up, you looked over at wanda and smiled at the way her hands trailed down your back, asking if you needed her to accompany you to which you shook your head.

you walked with confidence, with ease, fully knowing that you'd be getting what you want when you get home. you pushed through the door of the restroom, the marble tiled, rough lighted room that someone suddenly grabbed you in by the elbow to.

you immediately knew who it was by her scent alone. she passed through you at the door and quickly grabbed you before you could even do anything.

"natasha, what—"

she kissed you. she put an arm on your back and she pulled your body until you're pressed against her with no space left to breath. and then she kissed you. she kissed you aggressively. she kissed you until you had no choice but to surrender the very little power you had over her.

the hand that's been holding the door the entire time found the back of your head. she pulled you up and pushed your back hard against the wall and she kissed you harder. you didn't like losing. so you kissed her with as much aggression, as much strength, if not more, as she did you.

your hands travelled up to her hair. you didn't care if it was styled to perfection. you intertwined your fingers with her red locks, and you twisted your legs around her body so you can pull her impossibly closer.

your kiss became passionate. but she still kissed you with the power she knows she has over you, and you kissed her with the resistance you know only you can give her.

you were resisting her advances. you were moving your head so she can't fully do what she wants, so she can't kiss you the way she wants to and only the way you want to.

her hand went to hold your jaw. she held you in place, she pushed a tongue in between your lips which you were quick to resist by pulling away. she wasn't enjoying it. her jaw was clenched, and her eyes were narrowed by almost an unnoticeable bit.

you smiled.

you smiled in the way that irritated her most. "i think, you need to start being patient." you said, grabbing her by the wrist. her eyes never left yours as you pulled her hand down from your jaw to slowly, gently, lightly trail the center of your body.

you lifted your chin to what the wall behind you allowed when her hand reached the gap between your covered breasts. and when it reached your stomach, you made sure to roll your eyes in the way that you knew made her crazy. and then you pushed your hands between your two bodies so it reaches your wet core. you didn't let her touch. you felt her fingers extend in an attempt to reach it, but you held it far enough so she can only feel how warm you were without feeling you.

you made sure not to look at her. you closed your eyes, and you let your chest rise, and your mouth open slightly. it was as if you were playing with a sex toy. like you were holding a vibrator and teasing yourself with it.

the very little power you had over her, is from the obsession she has with you, with your body, with your entirety. and she knew it damn well. but she couldn't do anything about it. because it was the way your back arched when you finally let her touch, controlling how long it stays, or how hard she pressed, that keeps her going. it riles her up.

you made her fall into an obsession she can never get out of. she was addicted to you.

that show that you play for her, it intoxicates her. it pulls her. it lets her see how much power she has to take back. how much control she has to force back from you. she likes the chase. the games. she likes knowing that after your little episode, she'll get to do whatever she wants, and frankly, you like that too.

so when you let her fingers press a little harder on your swollen bud, and you moaned, she flipped you. she flipped you so quickly that you didn't realize your front was against the wall until she carried you by the stomach and bent you over the sink.

she finally had all the freedom in the world to touch the pussy she was so wrongfully denied of. she made you spread your legs. and then her fingers danced on your core. she pressed on every part of you until you were grinding on her. "natasha, don't—" you breathed, "don't tease me." you were trying to stay in control. to tell her what to do. but she wasn't having it. you had you time, your fun.

you gasped when she cupped your sex with her palm. she lowered her body, and pressed it hard against your own. her other hand tucks a portion of your hair behind your ear so it's not covering your eyes.

"i think, you need to learn to be patient, dear." she whispers against your ear.

you felt her weight. and her warmth, and somehow, with the very little reason left in your body, you remembered the door. you couldn't move. the weight of her body held you in place. but you forced your hand to find the back of her head. you resisted the moans. you resisted the uncontrollable urge to grind against her arm by forcing yourself still.

"nat, the door." you whispered. "we can't do this here."

suddenly, she was rubbing your pussy. with the entirety of her palm. she was rubbing your swollen nub, and your hole, and everything that her palm covered. your mouth dropped wide open to let out the most animalistic moan you had absolutely no control of. and then she pulls your hair back so your ear is right where her lips were at.

"you should've thought about that before your little stunt back there, don't you think?" she growls. you could feel the tears forming in your eyes as your inhibitions slowly faded away.

the door. anybody can walk in on you at any moment. they will see you being fucked on top of the counter. they're going to see what slut this avenger is. but you can't stop grinding on her hand. the mere thought of someone seeing you being fucked out makes you grind even harder until her palm leaves your clothed pussy, and lands hard on your covered ass.

"mommy doesn't like naughty girls. you know that, right?" she slaps you again. and then again. and then again.

that had more tears running down your face. you hadn't realize that she wasn't on top of you anymore until she pulls your hair back even further so you can see yourself in the mirror.

you left the hotel with the reddest lipstick that's now smudged all over your lower face, and such an evenly drawn eyeliner that's now running down your cheeks. your hair that's been put up into an elegant updo, is now undone and held in a handful in natasha's hands. and you, moaning and panting and crying and grinding against her for every slap she lands on your now bare ass, look like a pathetic whore.

"didn't i tell you to be patient?"

natasha pushed herself against you, pressing down on your body while pulling your hair as far as your body allowed. you can see her on the mirror, you can feel her bulge against your cunt. and you couldn't help but grind against her dress, fully knowing the juices you'll be leaving on it, but frankly you couldn't care less.

her hair is messily falling over her shoulder now. and her lipstick is smudged against her chin. you loved the strands of hair that hung over the side of her head. and the way her head tilts in pride as she watches you writhing under her, chasing a high from the very little friction you get from grinding against her.

"please, i just need you to fuck me..." you cried. "please, nat..."

her eyebrows pinch almost in insincere pity. "now, is that a way to talk to your mommy?"

"mommy, please..."

she made you sit on the counter, never letting go of the grip she had on your hair. you were panting. and huffing. you were like a puppy in heat as you face her with legs all spread out on top of the restroom sink. you presented her with the cunt that only she gets to touch. the pussy that she's claimed.

her eyes softened for a moment when she comes as close as the counter gave her the space to. her other hand falls on your waist, while the other tugs at your hair so your faces are just an inch apart. she looked concerned, she looked like she was about to give into what you want. but then she doesn't.

"do you really think bad girls deserve mommy's dick?" she says, and suddenly her hand's on your neck, while the other finally makes contact with your cunt, pushing your lace underwear to the side. "should i really fuck you?"

your hips grinded harder against her fingers especially when she slammed two fingers into you. "god, yes mommy. please fuck me."

her grip on your neck tightens and she pushes you harder so your head hits the mirrors. "after your little stunt? flirting with wanda?" she didn't sound as taunting as you knew she wanted to sound like. instead, she sounded angry. and with the way she's restricting your airways, and the way she's slamming unforgivingly against your pussy, you knew she was angry.

"'m sorry mommy. will never happen again." that's a lie. it will happen again. but you need her. you need her. her fingers aren't enough. you wanted her to stretch you out. you wanted to feel her against every part of your pussy.

"right..." she says. "who do you belong to, sweetheart?" her grip tightens even more when she adds another finger and your hips jolts up as your eyes roll impossibly further back into your head. you were screaming her name. chanting it over and over again until her grip tightens even more. "quickly, sweetheart. i can hear someone coming."

you couldn't breath. your hand takes grasp of her wrist, but it wasn't to stop her hand from gripping your neck. you couldn't care less about air when she just added the last of her four fingers while her thumb circles your clit. you were chasing your high. you wanted this so badly. the way she was reaching spots, rubbing against parts you didn't even know existed. you were losing your mind. you couldn't breath, you couldn't think. your mind was blank, and it might be that you're about to pass out that you start seeing stars, but if you were to die right at this very moment, you're happy to have this as your last memory.

"who do you belong to?"

you grinded even harder, your hips were writhing against the fingers that only increased in pace. you were hazy. you were a moaning mess. and right at the very last second when you can feel yourself slipping away in pure ecstasy and an incredibly limited amount of air, you were able to mutter, "you..."

and then she lets you go right at the very second you exploded in her fingers. her hand was no longer on your neck, it was pressing on your chest just below your collarbone as she lets you ride out your high. your moans. her name. your cries. it was all music to her ears.

your consciousness came back, all along with your reason, and reality itself. you opened your eyes, panting. that might have just been one of the greatest sex you had in your entire life. you had a smile on your face as did natasha as she licked all your juices off her fingers.

her features softened as she caresses your face in her hands, pulling you closer, gently, softly, so you can stare into her eyes. "my good girl did so well for me." she whispers, giving you a peck on the nose. "mommy's gonna give you what you want later because you've done so well for me."

you knew she was jealous. your stunt made her jealous. you could see it in the way the end of her lip twitched. or through the darkness in her eyes.

you put your hands over hers. "i love you..." you whisper. "i belong to you. and you only."

that made her smile. she carried you off the sink and then she grabs a few tissue papers to soak in water and clean off your make up. she made sure to leave out your smudged lipstick. she left off the red tint on your lower face. and when you were about to fix it for yourself, she tuts. "don't. that should send a message that you're off limits, yeah?"

she didn't do anything to fix herself. your hairs were a mess, your dresses were wrinkled. but neither of you cared. you knew you wouldn't be staying any more than 5 minutes in this restaurant now.

she took your hand and let her fingers intertwined with yours as you both walked through the door. you were quickly met by the sight of a line of women with wanda on it's head. you couldn't even say anything. all you can do was hide behind natasha.

"next time, just go home." wanda says.

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[louwaffles]

It’s 2:30am

SUMMARY just bucky and y/n getting down and dirty after drinking; short drabble one shot; gender neutral!reader/gender not specified 

WARNING +18, NSFW, minors DNI unprotected sex, back-back breaking, swearing, mentions of alcohol, 

AUTHOR NOTE this is my first one shot, so if it sucks ass, i know and i’m sorry

“Buck, oh fuck. Right there, fuck!”

Nothing had ever felt more blissful than this. Not that hot-ass pizza you shoved down your throat an hours ago or the buzz three bottles of wine and a dozen shots gave you just before this. Not even bombing an active Hydra base beat the rush flowing through you. Nothing had felt better. The hands that grabbed at your waist with every thrust and the hot breathing on your skin was euphoric, but it was the metal hand snaking up your body that sent shivers down your spine. 

“Oh god- fuck . . . You feel so good for me. ” Bucky didn’t hold back his groans as he held himself inside you, pressing your hips closer to his. From your core, you could feel his dick twitch but felt resistance when you shimmied. A small laugh rushed past your lips feeling both his hands push your body deeper into the bed, “Don’t do that.”

“Why?” You were a breathless mess, but managed to say that word. Clouded with lust the longer he looked at you, all Bucky could do was press a kiss to your lips before slipping his metal hand around your neck. 

And not a second later did he thrust deeper into you. 

You couldn’t believe how big his cock was and how much space was left in your cunt. There was an ounce of pride in you that patted your shoulder for having the ability to hold Bucky’s dick in for so long, but it soon melted into a puddle when his tip collided with your g-spot. If you could, your body would have melted with your thoughts as you dropped your head onto the pillow. 

From above, a proud smile spread across Bucky’s lips, seeing your head and eyes roll back. It was because of him you were in such a mess. Because he held you in your place and commanded your movements with his (very deep) voice pleasure was delivered to both of you. 

After all you two had been through in the past week, this was one of the best ways to unwind. Someone had recommended the group to out for drinks, but those too battered to leave the compound opted for drinks at home. With the okay, whatever from Fury and assurance nothing would pop out in the night, everyone let themselves loose and drank to their hearts content. 

The night of endless shots began at 7pm. 

It was now 2:30am and the party was still going in your room, but only with two highly intoxicated, horny super soldiers. 

“You’re taking me so well, baby, hmm?” The low whisper in your ear shook everything in you. Bucky’s lips gently nibbled on your earlobe before tracing deep kisses across your jaw to your lips. “Do you want more, baby? Do you want me to fill you up even more?”

“Please...” You barely breathed out, your eyes clenching at his cock moving through your wet hole. If you opened to even take a peek at his steel-gray gaze, you would have released yourself right then and there. 

“Just please fuck me.”

The sweet whisper of your voice sent Bucky’s brain into overdrive and not a second later did his hips slam into yours. Successive thrusts, each harder than the next, ricocheted from your bodies to sound around the room. The soft jazz you put on to settle the mood barely registered in your ears. Instead, Bucky’s heavy breathing, curses, and praises to you flooded all your sense. Still coolest thing in the hot room, his metal hand slid down your body to grope your chest while his flesh hand interlocked yours above your head. 

“Look at me, Y/N.” You did as you were told and stared into Bucky’s hooded stare. Even in the dark, you felt yourself get lost in his steel gaze and wished to be consumed by him. His lips opened to speak, but instead moans fell when your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, forcing him deeper into you. 

“Look at me, Buck.” His eyes focused on you at your command. 

A sly grin cracked on your face when you took his face in your free hand and kissed him. His tongue swirled around yours immediately and with the way he crashed himself into both your lips, you knew he was close. Bucky’s thrusts were less focused, messy as they slammed into you, and quickened faster than before. It was inevitable you knew his body before he released himself--the past four rounds gave you more than one chance. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re tight.” His eyes clenched while his forehead rested against yours, your breathes blending into one. You squeezed yourself around his cock with the last of your energy, but when his hands grasped your waist and slammed your waist into his, you let yourself and fall apart just as he did. Bucky’s cock twitching in your cunt only spurred out your release faster. 

Left in a moaning mess whilst he rode out his blissful high, you forced your chest to rise and fall at a calmer rate while Bucky let his body fall next to you. Reaching for the floor, a discarded rag fortunately stolen from the dinner was used to wipe your body. Taking care of each of your limbs, the former assassin looked at you as if you were the most priceless ornament in the world. And you were. From the sole of your feet to the nape of your neck, Bucky wiped the sweat he could see before covering your bodies with the discarded sheets. It neither mattered you both were naked or on the cusp of another round, five was enough for now. 

The lack of words didn’t bother you as your body molded perfectly into Bucky’s larger frame. Just being in his presence and knowing no one else had his attention sent butterflies wildly into your stomach. Same went for him. Bucky was never one of much words, but knowing you were safe in his arms and he was snaked around you made him the best man on earth. 

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes smut one shot #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x gn!reader #avengers one shot #marvel one shot #bucky barnes #bucky barnes 18+

[cypherverze]

CHAPTER ONE

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

SERIES MASTERLIST

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: Five years after your father’s death, you don’t know how to cope up with the loss, resulting in you joining the life that he had lived before. As you navigate your new found life, old enemies of your father had resurfaced and decided to come after you, knowing that your father is no longer alive, nothing will be able to stop them.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! this is my first time writing a fic/imagine. i just had a random idea of reader being john wick’s daughter, and i’m currently hooked in the john wick franchise, so i’m giving this a shot. i’m not sure yet of the romance pairing, but if ever this turns out okay, maybe i’ll add a pairing in the future. though i’m leaning towards it being peter parker x reader. this will be an avengers crossover with john wick. my apologies if there will be typos.

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, i had made fictional connections so that my fic would make sense. i don’t own the characters in my story. please do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 6,200

WARNINGS: mention of death, blood, knives, and violence.

DIVIDER BY: @delishlydelightfuldividers

FIVE YEARS.

It has been five whole years since your father died. You still clearly remembered receiving a call from one of his closest friends that your father passed away during work, finally succumbing to his injuries. It took you a long time before finally deciding to visit his grave, and there you were standing infront of the tombstone, with an epitaph. He was there, buried right next to your mother.

Loving Husband and Father.

You felt bitter. You let the anger and rage build up inside of you. You don’t know how to let out all of the emotions that you had bottling up. At this point, you are a ticking time bomb, little things can set you off. With the death of your parents and no other relatives, not that you know of, that you can turn to—basically making you an orphan, you never know how you’ll cope up in the harsh realities of this world. So you had resorted to the one thing that your father had promised you not to get involved with, and that is involving yourself in the criminal underworld. Thinking that why not continue your father’s legacy, what could be so wrong about it? It’s not like he’s still alive to berate you for it. You needed an outlet, and this is the closest thing that you can think of.

From there, just like your father, you climbed your way to the top, making you one hell of a legendary figure that was once your father, established yourself in the criminal underworld at a young age. You are a literal carbon copy of your father, how you maneuver and mimic all of his moves. However, no one knew you connections with your father, Jonathan Wick. Your father did all of his best for you to be kept hidden, though a few people know of your existence, yes. But only those people who your father trusted the most.

You don’t go by the name (Y/N) Wick, but (Y/N) Jovanovich—your father’s legal last name. The moment everyone finds out that you’re Jonathan Wick’s daughter, you are done for. Everyone will be coming for your head, using you against your father, and knowing him, you are his weakness. He can’t afford to lose you, just like how he lost your mother. He had decided to teach you basic self defense skills as well, and little by little, you are slowly becoming exposed to his true nature of work and in no time, teaching you everything as well—leading you now to the life you are currently living in.

You had decided to take a break from accepting contracts. After accepting contracts after contracts, you had felt a little burnt out and need to catch your breath, take a breather. You shouldn’t be doing this kind of job, a kid killing other people for a living, being tied to the to the criminal underworld. You should be attending high school right now and learning stuff, you have all the resources—monetary resources, because your father didn’t leave you empty handed when he died. He had solidifed everything to your name, knowing his line of work, he was bound to be gone soon, so he had wasted no time in fixing everything.

That is until one day, you had appeared under SHIELD’s radar. You couldn’t hide everything from them, so they knew everything about you. How you are a daughter of a legendary and elite assassin of the criminal underworld, and surprisingly connected to the one and only Anthony Edward Stark. Turns out you’re not alone in this world after all. Your mother, Helen, was Tony’s closest cousin—until Helen and him had lost contact. Tony was so persistent for you to live with him back at the Avengers compound, but you had refused. You had decided to live on your own, in your family’s house where you had grown up and had focused on rebuilding to keep the memories alive after Santino D’Antonio had blown it up to pieces. But you promised that you’ll visit and hangout with everyone at the compound from time to time.

You had never really showed any interest in joining the avengers, despite how qualified you are. It’s kind of a hypocritical idea for you, you kill people for a living while your uncle’s team saves the world. So that does not really sit well with you, also the publicity that the avengers are getting, it’s bad for you. You prefer a quiet life, a life in the shadows, and that’s a big part of your job. But hey, on the bright side, if they need help, you are always open in helping them in silence and secrecy.

Overall, the avengers were all really nice people when Tony had introduced you to them. They had welcomed you with an open arms, and they were excited to meet someone like you. They still can’t believe that at a young age, you are an elite assassin, a literal force to be reckoned with. Of course they understand your stand on joining them, so they didn’t push it any further, in which you are very grateful about.

“Hey, any family of Tony’s is already a family of ours. Welcome to the family!” Says the star-spangled man when he had met you.

It was a very tiring day, you had just gone back home from hanging out and helping the avengers out in stuff that they needed to do back at the compound. Unlocking your front door, you had been greeted by a dog. It was your dad’s dog, a pit-bull. Your father had never bothered on naming him, but you had taken it upon yourself in naming him ‘Koda’, from your favorite movie when growing up, Brother Bear. Koda had a bit of a time to adjust to his new name, but he came around.

“Hey, Koda! How are you boy? Sorry I had to leave you all alone…again. You know uncle Tony’s policy, no animals in the compound,” You bent down and pat his head, “But sooner or later I’ll have to raise that policy to him, maybe make an exception for you. I don’t want to leave you in this big house all alone whenever I’m out for work.” You sighed.

Koda had been kind of your emotional support dog in some way when your parents passed away, and he makes you really happy, gives you so much joy. You made your way to the kitchen to refill his dog bowl and let him run off in the backyard after finishing his meal to do his thing, while you went upstairs and change into one of your oversized shirt and pajamas.

It was a quiet night. A bit of eerie quiet, but that is how it is every night and you live alone, the neighborhood was peaceful and quiet in general, so kudos to your parents for picking out a good environment to live in. But somehow, there’s this feeling of discomfort in your chest, your chest felt heavy and you don’t know why. You decided to ignore the feeling and went back out to check on Koda. You had opened the sliding door that leads to the backyard for Koda to come in, closed and locked it afterwards. Since you are not sleepy yet, you had decided to have a movie night, preparing some popcorn in the kitchen and grabbing a can of soda.

Turning all of the lights off, the only source of light in the house is the television. You had relaxed yourself on the couch, and Koda had positioned himself beside you. Half way into the movie, you heard a few rustling of bushes outside and paid no attention to it, but you are on high alert. Until it all happened in a blink of an eye. Your body had been thrown off across the room so hard, you had a hard time focusing your vision, you saw that everything around you is slowly being destroyed due to the huge fire consuming it. Koda had rushed to your aid, whining. You had let out a chuckle, knowing that the same thing had happened to your dad. The only difference is that there is no marker binding you.

“Really?! Fucking hell, I just rebuilt this house and some moron decided to mess with the wrong person.” You’re seething with anger, trying to stand up and hissing from the pain.

You slowly and carefully make your way out of the burning house, with Koda guiding you, and stood still in the backyard, slowly watching how the house be destroyed by the fire all over again, with Koda right beside you. You just stayed there, waiting until the help arrived.

“You good, kiddo? What happened?” The police woman, Eliza, asked.

“Gas leak.” Your gaze had remained on the pavement, not bothering looking at her.

“Uh huh.”

“I forgot to check everything before I went to bed.”

“Alright. You got any relatives near the area that you can stay with for the meantime?”

“Yeah.” You stood up, “Have a good evening, officer Eliza.” You began walking away with Koda by your side. Eliza sighed and just stood there, watching you walk away.

It’s was a long walk to the continental, but you have no choice. You had sustained a few minor injury and minor forehead wounds with blood still visible and fresh your shirt. By the time you had reached the continental, the sun was starting to rise.

“Is the manager in?” You asked the concierge.

“Ms. Jovanovich, welcome. Yes, the manager is always in.”

“I would like to talk to the manager. Thank you.”

“Would you like me to announce your presence?”

“Yes please.” You nodded and commanded Koda to stay with the concierge, and made your way to the lounge.

You had arrived in the lounge and saw Winston, the manager of New York’s continental. He motioned you to sit down on the seat infront of him.

“(Y/N), what brings you here? I thought you’re on break.” He chuckled lightly at you, he can see the resemblance of you and your father.

“Yeah, until some moron decided to blow up my house.” You seethed in anger, “Do you know something about this?”

“Not that I know of.” He leaned back on his seat, “Though I heard that some people had finally catch on to you, and discovered your true identity. But you didn’t hear it from me.” You held his gaze, never faltering. He wrote something on the paper, tore it and slowly slide it towards you and took it.

Tarasov.

“You are free to do anything. Since you are not bound by any marker or have accepted a contract, if you want to track the people behind it, be my guest. The continental’s door is always open to you, but always remember, no activities of any kind here in the continental.” You stood up, thanked and bid him goodbye.

You left the continental and began walking to the avengers compound, to seek refuge for the meantime. But you can’t stay there for long, it’s a matter of time before Tarasov catch a whiff of you again, you don’t want the avengers to be involved in this possible personal dispute. They might be the world’s mightiest hero and can defend themselves against Tarasov’s man, but this is your mess to fix. No matter what, you can’t let the avengers be involved.

One of the most important thing that you need to do is you need to get your shit together, you’re angry, of course. But you don’t want to act impulsively without carefully planning everything. The Tarasov mob are once your father’s associates, that is until he had decided to retire so that he can spend the rest of his life with your mother. Viggo Tarasov, the head of the Tarasov mob, gave your father an impossible task to earn his freedom. Life went well with your dad, despite the death of your mother, until his knucklehead of a son, Iosef Tarasov, had decided to mess with your father. But eventually, that said knucklehead had gotten what he deserved, along with his father, Viggo.

Now, the Tarasov mob is being led by Abram Tarasov, Viggo’s brother. He had took on the reigns and steered it back to its original course. Clenching your fist at the sudden realization, you had realized that your father had a close encounter with Abram when he retrieved his car from him, instead of killing him, he had decided to spare his life. Knowing that if Abram messes with your father again, he won’t hesitate to fire a bullet into his head. Now that your father is gone, he’s coming after you. A revenge for what your father did to his brother, Viggo and his nephew, Iosef. He had already learnt of your father’s death and it’s only a matter of time as well before he puts up an open contract, targeting you.

“Abram, that fucking son of a bitch.”

By the time you had arrived at the avengers compound, the sun was already at its peak. The security of the compound had immediately recognized you and let you in. Everyone was already awake and doing their tasks for the day, they haven’t been called for a mission so some of them are present. You had started limping toward the common area and FRIDAY announcing your presence.

“Ms. Jovanovich has arrived.”

Natasha looked up with a smile when friday had announced your arrival, but the smile from her face instantly faltered as soon as she saw your condition.

“Kid, the hell happened to you?!” Sam and Rhodey rushed to help you and sat you gently down on the couch.

You leaned back and rest yourself on the couch, closing your eyes for a bit. Steve, Bucky, Vision, and Clint staring at you as well with full concern visible on their faces. Wanda rushed to the kitchen to get you some frozen peas to numb the pain the you felt on your shoulders, handing it to you quickly and thanking her.

“Fri, please tell Tony and Bruce that (Y/N) is here and is in need of medical attention, ASAP.” Steve commanded Friday.

“Yes Sir.”

“Bruce and Tony are currently in the lab right now, but don’t worry, (Y/N) they’re coming soon.” Steve softly assured you.

“Do you want to tell us what happened, doll?” Bucky asked you softly.

“Some moron decided to have a playtime with a grenade launcher and blow up my house in the middle of the night.” Anger radiating off of you, and had straightened yourself on the couch.

You also sensed the anger from the team when you mentioned the reason why you’re in a bad condition right now. Tony and Bruce came rushing in on the common area, heading straight towards you.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?! What the fuck happened to you?!” Tony asked in full panic and anger.

“Some people had blown up her house in the middle of the night.” Wanda said.

“You need to be brought to the med bay, (Y/N). We need to check on your injuries.” Bruce calmly said and nodded at him.

“Tell me the name and I’ll destroy that fucker.” Tony seethed.

“No.” You firmly said, “No one will do anything. I will handle this myself, this is mine alone to fix.”

“Kid are you crazy?” Sam said, “In your condition, you won’t be able to that last long.” You grinned at Sam.

“Thanks for the concern, Sam. But you haven’t seen me fight, have you? I have fought everyone even in my worst condition but I still made it out in one piece. I’ve been doing this since I was a kid.”

“Hate to break it to you guys, but the kid’s right. She’s a natural,” Natasha backed you up, “But I agree with Wilson, you are in no state to fight. At least until you have fully recovered.”

“This is just some minor injuries and gashes, it’s no big deal.”

“Okay, kid. You’re a persistent one, aren’t you,” Tony sighed, “If you want to finish your business, you have to recover first. You are in the compound, so follow the rules. Also, why the hell would someone randomly blow up your house in the middle of the fucking night?” He said as he sat right next to you.

“Well, if you have a father that has a job of being an assassin and legendary figure in the criminal underworld, everyone is bound to come for your head.” You chuckled lightly.

They know informations about you, given what the profile that SHIELD has of you. But there had been information in the file that had been omitted, information that shouldn’t be put in the file for your safety, if ever the file had landed in the wrong hands. So they don’t know everything about you besides what the file from SHIELD says. Even Tony, despite him being your uncle, there are stuff that he doesn’t fully know about you.

Everyone was just looking at you. You sighed and had decided that it’s time for them to know the truth. They are your family now, at least they deserve to know the truth about you.

“My father is Jarnadi Jovanovich. He’s an assassin in the criminal underworld. People professionally know him as Jonathan Wick or John Wick.” The team was listening intently at you, “They call him The Devil, The Ghost, Lo Spettro, Death’s Very Emissary, but he’s well known as Baba Yaga.”

“Baba Yaga? What’s that?” Rhodey asked. Before you can answer Rhodey, Natasha had beaten you off to it.

“It’s Boogeyman in Russian.” You nodded as a thank you at her.

“My father earned the nickname Baba Yaga because of his unparalleled hyper-lethality. His reputation throughout his career, his peerless efficiency and reliability had earned him considerable respect, and at same time, fear within the criminal underworld.”

“Well damn.” Sam said.

“My father has this persistence to go after those people who earned his anger, making him a legendary figure that is known to the leaders of all criminal organizations as someone never to cross or mess with.”

“Years before he died, he was an associate, the head executor of the leader of the Tarasov mob, Viggo Tarasov. My dad wanted to retire, so he did. But Viggo gave my dad an impossible task, which is to kill all of Viggo’s enemies in one night. Dad really wanted to live a life of peace, away from it all. He wanted to live, marry, and grow old with my mom, Helen Stark—uncle Tony’s closest cousin.”

“What happened then?” Sam asked.

“What do you think happened?” You chuckled, “I’m here right infront of you. He had succeeded the task and Viggo granted his freedom. Then yadda yadda, got married, dozed off into the sunset and eventually, they had me. When my mom passed away, dad had kept me hidden. Off the radar from anyone else that is connected to the underworld, aside from those people who he really trusts. Trust me, you wouldn’t want someone like my dad coming after you if you had betrayed him.”

“I can imagine.” Wanda chimed in.

“No one really knows that he has a daughter, up until now because he hid and protected me so well from those people that wanted to come after him. That’s why I never really use ‘Wick’ as my last name, knowing that if I use them, it will cause too much noise and unwanted problems for me. So I had decided to use Jovanovich as my last name, which is my dad’s legal last name. It helps me keep off unwanted attention at bay, and assassins and mob families coming for my head just because I’m Jonathan Wick’s daughter.”

“I have been living peacefully, as you all know. Despite the job that I do which is unusual for a teenager to be involved in, but not that I care, it’s fun—until last night, when someone had decided to blow up my house,” You growled, “I had just rebuilt that house, but the motherfucker had decided to mess with a grenade launcher and blow up my house.”

“Don’t tell us that someone had learned your true identity and had decided to come for you.” Steve said, concern evident in his face and ignoring the colorful language that you let out.

“Bingo, cap! You got that one right.”

“But who would even do that? You had made your private information completely hidden. I just don’t get it.” Bruce said.

“Years ago, before my dad passed away, at that time he was already retired. Mom just passed away, so he was on the grieving stage, some nutjob infiltrated our house and managed to beat up my dad, left him unconscious, killed our dog, daisy, which is a parting gift from my mom, and stole his car. Which also held very important memories for us. Turns out, the one who did it was Iosef Tarasov, Viggo’s useless and stupid son. Viggo respects and had always feared my dad, but his useless and stupid son had decided to poke the devil in the back.”

“When Viggo found out what his son did, he was angry. Viggo valued and respected my dad, he knew very well that my dad won’t let this go easily. His stupid son had killed our dog, daisy and stole his car, Iosef won’t be getting out alive after it. In the end, dad had managed to kill Iosef and Viggo as well. Now it brings us back as to why my house was blown up.”

“Before I went here, I had visited the Continental. Continental is a hotel for us assassins and other people that has ties with the underworld, it serves as our neutral ground. It is our sanctuary, where we can be safe, in where rule number one is that you can’t do underworld business, like killing, inside the contenental. Rule number 2, is to honor the marker. But story of marker will be on another day.”

“Okay, let me get this straight. This vendetta against your dad, and eventually you had started just because of a dog and a car?” Clint raised his eyebrows.

“Well, if you’ll look at it, that’s kind of what it is.” You shrugged.

“I mean that’s understandable, we have and dog and anyone who killed my dog, I’ll come after them.” Clint said. You nod in agreement.

“Is there a peaceful way to settle this?” Steve suggested, you just laughed a little bit in a maniac way.

“Cap, when you work in this kind of field, settling this is never peaceful. There will always be a loss of life that will be involved. Viggo tried settling this peacefully with my dad, but what happened? That man ended up dead, along with his son. That will teach you to never mess with other people’s stuff.”

“So what do you want to do now, doll?” Bucky asked.

“Meh,” You shrugged, “Besides, it’ll be no time before Tarasov put out an open contract for other assassins to kill me, putting a bounty on my head. Which brings me to my other agenda to talk about, I can’t overstay here in the compound, there will be assassins that will be after me the moment that open contract is up and going, I can’t risk them tearing up this place.”

“You don’t have to worry about us, (Y/N). We can completely protect ourselves.” Rhodey said.

“We have Bruce, he can just smash them in one go, it’s no sweat.” Natasha joked and everyone laughed, including you.

“No, do not in ANY way get involved with this. If you manage to kill one of them, they will know that someone is aiding me. I can’t afford for these people to know that I’m tied with you guys, I’m already thankful enough that the High Table haven’t caught a whiff of me yet being Jonathan Wick’s daughter, and I also intend on keeping it that way, thank you very much. The last thing that I want is the High Table coming for my ass.” You stood up so fast, causing yourself to wobble and almost fell out of balance, if it’s not for Tony catching you, you would’ve fallen on the floor by now.

“I will be staying at the continental, it is the place that I damn well know I won’t get murdered while sleeping for sure,” You smile at them gently, “Though no offense to you guys, okay? I know that no one will be able to get in and out in the compound that has state of the art techs, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. These people are really good in blending in, like one of those people that you’re fighting.” They nodded.

“What? Hydra?” Sam asked.

“Yes, them. You never know, that one of the staff that works here inside the compound might be an assassin. Who knows?”

“Okay, how about you stay first to get treated and after that, I’ll accompany you to the continental.” Tony suggested, in all honesty, he was not having it at all. He wants you to say in the compound, until you’re already in good state.

“Can’t,” You sighed, “I can go there through a an uber or taxi. You cannot be within the continental’s vicinity, ANY of you. That is the place where assassins are all in. They’ll easily know that I’m all connected with you.”

“There are a lot of don’t’s than the do’s, kiddo. I don’t like it one bit.” Tony was a bit frustrated.

“But to make it up for you guys, okay, fine. I’ll stay, but only for one night, to be patched up. After that, I’m gonna bounce out from here, but I’ll make sure that after all of this fiasco, I’d visit more often.” You smiled, and you compromise had earned cheers from the team.

You never stay too long in the compound, they rarely see you as well. You’ll visit once or twice a month, then there are times that they won’t see you for a whole month or two, depending on your work. So that’s why they wanted to you to stay a bit longer.

“Yay! Can’t believe that (Y/N) is staying with us for the first time!” Wanda cheered.

“It’s only temporary,” You reminded and smiled at Wanda.

“Hell yeah girl! We only get to see you once or twice a month kid, so excuse us if we get too happy of you staying instead of visiting just for a day and dipping out on us then going off the grid for how many months.” Sam ruffled your hair and smiled.

Tony put an arm around your shoulders to steady you. You hissed from the pain, there’s a wound in your right stomach that is yet to be treated, you got that after your last contract. It is taking its sweet time to heal, that’s why you took a break from work. You don’t want the stitches to burst open, and with the recent thing that happened to you, the wound surely bled and had opened a bit from the impact when you were thrown off across the room the moment that the explosion had happened.

Abram Tarasov really picked a good time to attack you, right when you were taking a break from the wound that you had suffered from. Knowing that your moves will be limited, that bastard. But he should always remember that any kind of wounds won’t stop you.

“Let’s get you to the the med bay so that you can be patched up asap, kiddo,” You thanked Tony silently, “I also need to talk to you about something.”

You thanked the rest of the team, and they told you that they’ll be visiting you in the med bay from time to time to keep you company.

Once you arrived at the med bay, with Bruce following right after, it was quiet. They laid you down in one of the beds, you noticed an Asian woman, assuming that she’s the one in charge, walked towards you.

“Hello, my name is Helen Cho. I’m the head doctor.” She smiled at you.

Helen. She has the same name as your mother, you couldn’t help but get a little bit sad when you had remembered your mother. But you are quick to mask it off and smiled back at her.

“Nice to meet you, Helen. I’m (Y/N), Tony’s niece.”

Tony and Bruce stepped aside and watched while Helen patch you up. When Helen lifted your shirt up, you were correct, your wound on the right stomach had bursted off a bit. Causing it to bleed and soak in your shirt, you were thankful that it’s only a little bit.

“(Y/N), you were here at the compound yesterday, why didn’t you had it treated?” Bruce looked at you sadly.

“I was doing fine, I treated the would myself.”

“Is this why you’re feeling a discomfort yesterday?” Tony questioned.

“Yeah…kind of” You trailed off.

“How did you get that wound?” Bruce asked.

“I was fighting someone at work, when I didn’t noticed that there was an opening on my end, the asshole took their shot and managed to slash me with a knife.” Tony and Bruce sighed.

“So what’s the advice, doc?” Tony asked.

Helen was already working on patching up your wound, cleaning it off and sewing it close. After that, she proceed on cleaning the gashes on your forehead.

“The wound on her stomach may take a while to heal, it’s pretty deep. If you decided to jump back right in, there’s a high chance it will bust open again, and you do not want that to happen. If it did, you’ll bleed a lot, again.”

“It’s something that had happened to me before, I can take a little bleeding.”

“Are you kidding me right now, Jovanovich?” Tony bursted, “How many days does she need until she recovers?” He turned towards Helen.

“Maybe a week or two, the wound is deep and still fresh. I’m amazed that she hadn’t passed out yet for the amount of blood that she lost.”

“It’s nothing that I can handle, I’ve already done this so many times, trust me.” You butted in.

“Zip it, young lady!” Tony glared at you, you looked at him in disbelief.

“That’s it, she’s all patched up. She needs to rest for at least two weeks before she’s up and going again, I will be leaving a few medications for her to take, mostly to subdue the pain.” Helen cleaned off and kept the stuff that she used in patching you up and left.

“Thanks, Helen!” Tony and Bruce thanked him.

“I’ll go ask Natasha if she can lend (Y/N) some clothes to change on, she needs to change that shirt because it’s soaked in blood.” Bruce left the med bay.

“You know that I can’t stay here for two weeks, right?” You said to Tony as he sat down on the chair beside you.

“I’m not up for any arguments, you’re staying here at the compound until you’re fully recovered.” Your eyes widened.

“What?! You know I can’t! What the hell?”

“I said what I said, (Y/N). You are staying here until you recover and that’s final. No more arguments. Ajourned.” You groaned, knowing that you can’t win against Tony on this one, it’s a stalemate.

“Fine. Let’s just hope that Tarasov doesn’t put out an open contract while I’m completely out of commision.” You sighed. Tony stood up and hugged you, left a soft kiss on your head.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Tony sat back again and looked at you softly.

“What is it?”

“How’s the idea of you going to high school? There’s a good school that you can go to in Queens. Just a few minutes away from the compound.” You stared at him, not knowing what to say.

There’s a part inside of you that wants to agree, to experience living a normal life. But at the same time, there’s a part of you that you don’t want to. You are afraid that these people may come for you, in a place that a lot of people go to and doesn’t have any idea of what the hell is going on, there’s also a high chance that they can target you there. Where they can easily blend in, due to the amount of people that goes there. So you are unsure.

“There’s a boy that’s currently interning for me, he goes to the same school. You can hangout with him and his friends at school, you won’t be alone.” He smiled at you.

“You’re accepting interns now?”

“Really? That’s the only thing you gathered from what I said?” You chuckled.

“Look, uncle Tony, I’m thankful for the offer. Really. But I’m not sure about this one, I don’t know how long can Tarasov keep my identity any longer from others. I don’t want putting everyone there in danger, especially this boy. Can this boy even protect himself?” Tony smirked at you.

“Trust me, this boy can protect himself alright.” You narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t tell me that he’s one of the team.”

“Yes, no. Maybe, kind of? But the point is, he’s perfectly fine in defending himself. So you have nothing to worry about.” You sighed.

You wanted to agree, but the sudden idea of going to an actual high school might not be so bad. However, you aren’t permanently living in the compound, you are set on rebuilding your house, again. You are not sure that you’re capable of leaving the house, your family’s house where a lot of memories had been made. Your parent’s memories are buried there, so it’s one of the many reasons why you can’t make any hasty decisions at the moment.

“Is it alright if I can think about this first? It’s a lot of stuff to take in, especially that I had just taken a medication. Everything’s woozy for me at the moment.”

“It’s alright. I’ll give you time to decide, kiddo. No pressure.” You thanked your uncle silently.

You desired to live a life that your father had lived once. To grow up as a normal teenager that goes to high school. When your father got a taste of that life, everything had been worth it of leaving everything behind. But you chose to enter this life, the life he had before retiring, the one that your father had spend the rest of his life in staying away from the moment he retired, until these people had decided to throw him back in the game all over again. No matter how you desire for it, you know that you can never escape it. Somehow, it will be a constant in your life. The dream that you dreamed of, it will only remain as a dream and nothing else.

You never regretted any of the decision you made. You were thankful, you were given an outlet to release everything that you’ve been bottling up inside of you, it became a comfort for you. Thinking about it, if you didn’t make any decision of doing it, you might have ended up going all crazy. Your trance had been broken up by barking, it was Koda rushing near the bed. You laughed and reach down to pet his head.

“Hey, buddy. Sorry for leaving you there, but I take it that the team loved you.” You smiled at him and leaned in your touch.

“You know about my policy about animals.”

“Speaking of policy, is it possible to bend it a little on my favor?” You smiled at Tony cheekily, “Please.”

“Ugh okay, fine.” Tony playfully rolled his eyes at you, and you squealed in happiness.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” You reached forward and hugged him tightly.

“Sir, Mr. Parker has arrived.” Friday announced.

“Thanks, Fri. Tell him to meet me at the lab.”

“Ms. Jovanovich, Ms. Romanoff said that she will be bringing you the clothes later.”

“Thank you, Fri.” You break the hug, “I assume that it’s your intern?” Tony nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you two once you’re out of here at the med bay.” You nodded.

“Alright then, can’t wait to meet Tony Stark’s protégé.” Both of you laughed. He stood up from his seat, gave a quick hug and softly kissed your forehead.

“Get some rest kiddo. Red will be right up in a while.”

2 weeks.

2 weeks where you’ll be able to live normally for a while. You really do hope that Tarasov doesn’t make any move, or has said anything about your true identity to the others. You need 2 weeks of peace to think properly.

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Broken Arm- Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- “You did what?”

Word Count: 427

Author: Charlotte

“You did what?!” Natasha exclaimed.

You gave her a sheepish smile, knowing she had every right to be annoyed as you hadn’t told her the truth of what had happened.

“I fell off of a ladder.”

Regularly, Natasha had to go away to go on missions and sometimes they were for a longer period of time. It wasn’t ideal for your girlfriend to be away from you on a semi-regular basis but sometimes things like that happened and the two of you always got through it. Seen as you were an adult, you were fine to be left alone but you had a tendency to be clumsy as hell and sometimes that meant you would end up getting hurt in stupid ways, for example how you broke your arm.

You didn’t see the point in phoning Natasha when you had broken your arm. She was busy and it was a clean break, so it would heal on its own but maybe you should have told her seen as it was a shock when she came home to see a cast and sling on your arm. You had been trying to hang up some photo frames that were out of your normal reach, but you had lost your balance, as you should have guessed would have happened, and fell onto your arm breaking it.

“You really are a disaster,” Natasha sighed, cupping your cheeks with her hands as she leaned in to press her lips lovingly to yours.

Natasha was used to you doing stupid things seen as you struggled to even walk in a straight line without getting hurt from your clumsiness, so as soon as you mentioned a ladder being involved, it was almost impressive that you came out alive.

“I can’t help that I fall over everything,” you frowned, trying your best to be sincere, but you knew you were terribly uncoordinated.

“You really should have called. I could have tried to get back sooner so that I could take care of you,” she said. “But I am here for you now, so really that’s what matters.”

“Thank you, Natasha,” you smiled, grateful to have a caring girlfriend.

She sat down next to you, grabbing a pen from the table, a sly smile curling onto her lips.

“Can I sign your cast?” She grinned.

You took off your sling offering it to her, so she could see all the other signatures and messages.

“Don’t draw a cock and balls, Tony already did,” you huffed, gaining laughter from your girlfriend and the immaturity of your friend.

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Thor - Mood Swings

Requested by anon, hope you like it!

Plot: you’re having a shitty day, and on top, you’ve lashed out on Thor. But he always makes things better, not matter what.

Thor winced when the door creaked under his grasp, and tried to finish closing it as quietly as he could. He would have used the window, because he loved to scare you by sneaking in; and he knew that you didn’t really mind it. But since that morning, the orders had been clear; stay out of my sight or I’ll do much more than just cut your hair. It wasn’t as if he was afraid of you, he clearly wasn’t, yet for some reason he couldn’t find and inch of joke in your words. So he decided to enter your apartment like you always reminded him and used the spare key you had given him.

Inside the apartment, there was only one light on, the one in the living room by the window. That had been the only way Thor had had to know you were still up, and why he had decided to pay you a quick visit. He didn’t really understand why you were upset with him, but that morning you had kicked him out of your apartment screaming and nearly sobbing. When you had closed the door on his face, he had gotten the hint of leaving you along for the day.

“Y/N?” he tried to sound as soft as possible. “You there, my love?”

He didn’t receive any negative answer, just a low hum, so he stepped inside the living room.

You were laying on the couch, face down, hands under your belly and feet dangling down. Thor cleared his throat and let the bag he had been carrying on the desk, making enough noise to wake you up in case you were asleep. Instead of looking at him or making his presence known, you just groaned against the pillow.

Thor kicked out his shoes, took off his coat and sat on the coffee table. After two broken ones, you had bought one strong enough to hold the weight of the God. The apartment smelt like tea and some aromatic candles that were lit in the corner, something Thor hadn’t smelt before. In fact, he didn’t even know you liked tea.

Carefully not to disturb you, Thor rubbed a lazy hand over your face, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting him see your closed eyes.

“Are you alright? You look quiet unwell, my –“

“Do I fucking look like I’m alright?” you snapped at him, and finally opened your eyes. They bored into him and Thor had to shift on his place uncomfortable, used to the sweetness of them. When he thought about it, you looked a bit different; pale, bags under your eyes and hair stuck to your forehead.

“That was dumb of me to ask” he retorted, trying to remember anything that you had taught him about the human culture that might explain your mood. “Can I… help you?”

“Yes, you can leave me alone”

You buried your face into the pillow and let out a loud groan. Your body shifted a little, what let Thor see the origin of the tea smell; there was a heating pad under your hip, staining the couch with the water that evaporated. His hand didn’t leave your hair, but kept caressing it until it descended to your shoulders.

Thor was surprised to see how much tension was there, and instantly both of his hands travelled there and started massaging the muscles. You sighed and your body slumped against the couch, and since he woke up that morning, Thor smiled. He had tried to kill time by visiting his friends at the Stark Tower, taking a stroll around the park and stopping to take a few pictures with fans, and actually travelled to another planet to see how things were going. None of those things made him as happy as seeing you relaxed.

It went on for a while, both of you silent as Thor worked on the knots of your back.

“Thor?”

“Yes?”

“Can you – can you bring me something to eat?” you turned your head around and Thor’s eyes almost budged out of its sockets when he saw the tears on yours.

“Why are you crying?” Thor moved to kneel in front of the couch, and stopped to caress your cheek. “My love, are you in pain? Has someone hurt you?”

“Please?” you didn’t answer to his question. “Chocolate and pizza?”

Thor nodded quickly and stumbled away to the kitchen, where a series of crushes and curses sounded. Perks of living in a small apartment like yours and having a bear for a boyfriend. The tears ran down your cheeks freely as Thor savaged your fridge in search of the food you had requested.

In a record time, Thor had the oven running with your pizza making itself – maybe with a little help of his thunder’s electricity, a bunch of screams from your neighbours because of power break, and a lot of Thor’s screaming back at them – and was running back to the couch with two bars of chocolate.

When he was met with your lip wobbling and your wet cheeks, the God crumbled down to his knees and let the chocolate on the now bended coffee table.

“You’re crying! Please, don’t cry Y/N” Thor begged you, and you only felt like crying more because of his pained eyes. “I’m sorry, is this my fault? Do you want me to leave again?”

“No, it’s not your fault!” you cried harder, full broken sobs. “Just – just the mood swings of my period, baby. Please don’t leave”

Your arms, that had been tucked under your body, freed themselves and you raised them towards Thor; who finally understood. He understood why you had seemed so flustered that morning, when you had woken up and he had asked about the red strains of the sheets. And when you had kicked him off the apartment, or why you had a heating pad under your hips.

Thor smiled softly at you and let you wrap yourself around him like an octopus while he hoisted your up from your armpits.

“Bed and Netflix?” he proposed, and you nodded against his collarbone. “I can rub your belly while the pizza heats”

“Please” you whined.

Period had never been an easy matter for you. Since you were a teenager, mood swings and horrible pains were a part of it, every month and every year. It had been a really embarrassing topic for you to talk about with your previous boyfriends, because your mood swings had been so drastic that they became grossed out. But with Thor had been different, as everything in your relationship.

He cherished every part of you, and talked with proudness how women were the strongest beings for enduring the pains of the period and the birth of a child. He didn’t protest when he had to go and buy pads in the middle of the night or when situations like that happened every once in a month. Still, you always felt bad about the God, who always endured them without breaking a sweat.

“I’m sorry” you apologised softly, as Thor laid you on bed and hovered over you. You didn’t release his neck.

“I know, it’s okay” he assured you, and kissed the tip of your mouth. “I just wish you had told me sooner. You know I can help with this things, my love. Everything to make you feel alright again”

You smiled and answered him by kissing his lips. It didn’t make the pain away, but your day was better just like that. Thor kissed you slow and softly, and his hand sneaked to under your shirt, just where the pain was. You almost jumped out of your skin when the sparks hit you, even if it wasn’t the first time he did it.

As he kissed you, the pain subsided. His fingers massaged slowly your belly, emitting sparks of electricity every once in a while to make the pain go away. It took him a while to make you relax completely, never leaving your lips or cheeks. Thor peered with kissed every inch of your face, and just when the oven beeped, you breathed in relief.

“Better?”

“Much better” you smiled at him, suddenly feeling sleepy.

Receiving voltage was something that scared you the first time he said it out loud, but when you were in pain and desperate to make it pass, you were open to nearly anything. It wasn’t a pleasurable feeling, neither a bad one, because Thor was as careful as a surgeon.

“You still want pizza?” Thor asked. He was standing above you, his whole weight resting on one arm and both of his knees. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but he didn’t complain. “Or I could put it to the fridge and cuddle”

“I think I like the second one better”

Contradicting your words, you raised your arms until they were locked again behind Thor’s neck. Your leg formed a tight circle around his waist and he chuckle. The room was dark, and when you closed your eyes, everything went down to your touch, smell and hearing.

Thor’s skin was rough. It was filled with scars from the multiple battles he had been in, and by nature his skin wasn’t smooth. Burn marks, peeled skin and scabs. But it comforted you, as you rubbed the pads of your fingers against it.

Thor smelt weird. Probably from traveling so much, he didn’t have an specific smell, like mint or coffee. You liked to say he smelt like home. It was smooth and pleasurable, so you sniffed against his neck.

There wasn’t anything to hear, but Thor’s breathing. It was even, always even; in battle, or in bed. The oven beeped in the background, but you only heard Thor’s breathing.

“I take that you want me to carry you?” Thor chuckled, and you hummed.

There was a faint movement, and then Thor’s hand was holding you up under your ass. You didn’t really noticed how he moved or what he did, just that the beeping stopped and that sooner than later you were back in bed. By then, you were almost asleep against his shoulder, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with Thor’s beautiful eyes in front of you.

The scented candle was in the room, and its soft glow made Thor’s hair look golden. He smiled at you, looking angelical, and his hand that was on your waist pulled your closer. Instead of kissing you, you tucked your head under his chin and closed your eyes again.

“Are you clean for the night?” Thor asked, referring to your pad. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Or do you want me to carry to the bathroom?”

“I’m good for the night” you answered him. “Love you. A lot”

“I love you to, Y/N. Don’t ever doubt I won’t be there for you”

You didn’t get to hear the last words, as you drifted the world of dreams. But they left a tingling feeling in your heart, that wouldn’t go away any time soon.

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for whom the bell tolls - p.p

summary: y/n can’t help but take revenge on the person who ruined her childhood. as hard as peter tries, he nor the avengers can stop her.

peter parker x reader

a/n: i rewatched infinity war today so i was in an mcu mood yk :)) i also used a villain name generator so that’s why his names a little funky 😭 ALSO i kinda imagined y/n’s powers kinda like thenas cosmic energy weapons in eternals!!

y/n has had nothing but fury for one man her whole life. the man who lay her mothers body in front of her as she watched her life crumble before her eyes. her home was destroyed, along with her regular childhood.

she was just a normal kid. she played outside with friends on the playground. she talked to them during lunch in school. she came home and spent time with her parents. she hadn’t even hit the third grade before it was turned upside down.

y/n hadn’t seen this excuse of a person since her parents were murdered before her. he never produced the fighters himself, leaving it to his own workers. she remembers the exact face summoning her away and placing her into doom. the experiments were run, and she was forced into isolation from her peers in the world.

nightsiege had been behind the whole matter, the mastermind. he was able to capture y/n at the perfect time, training her to become one of his own army with combat skills and using her own powers.

y/n was fully aware of the life she was missing. she watched the world around her as she could never escape the nightmare. she was supposed to be top of her class, but she was top product of the nightsiege’s manipulation instead.

it wasn’t until the base was invaded by the avengers when receiving their own threat, easily being able to demolish the sources. y/n stood out immensely. she wasn’t running for cover, she was fighting for herself. the team knew she needed help, but they also knew she had too much potential to be a hero. so, they took her back to the compound. they trained her properly in new york, trying to undo some of the trauma impended on her from the siege corporations. pretty soon, she was enrolled into school, easily meshing in educationally but socially was another story.

being completely shut out from the world sets you back. she was awkward, but a sweet soul. she just wanted friends, and the adorable boy came over to her with his friend to sit with her. peter knew what it was like to be an outcast. of course, not the same way y/n was, but he was a friend. yeah, tony had told him to be nice to her, but it meshed into more. she became a true functioning person in society because of peter. he guided her through life, teaching her about things she missed when she was being experimented on. she held him dearly, having nothing but admiration for him. he never once stepped away from her side. he listened to all of her stories, and spent time with her out of school. he became her person, her safe space. peter knows what it’s like to have a responsibility that you didn’t ask for.

peter was completely mesmerized by her abilities, making swords and shields from her bare hands. her defense was incredible, and peter became better from her. y/n opened peters eyes more than by just training. he came to terms that you can do a lot with a little. it doesn’t matter what your background is, because anyone has to power to rescue someone else.

peter vividly remembers the day he asked her out. he was shaking like a leaf all day, may almost having to sedate him. he didn’t want to overstep on her growth, taking note on how far she’s come. he couldn’t hold it in anymore. it felt like something was holding them apart from growing up together, and he needed to say something before it all turned to rust. she eased him quickly, calming all his anxieties with just one kiss.

they spent every day together. weekends and weekdays were filled with school and training and missions. this was one of the days, after school in the training rooms of the compound. they had it all alone, and y/n stood holding pads for peter to punch.

“c’mon, y/n!” he shouts, happily. “stop going easy on me!”

“i’m not going easy on you!” she replies. “trust me, you’d be begging me to stop if i went any further.”

“…that’s what she said,” peter whispers as y/n smacks the pad against his head.

“grow up, spider-boy,” she beams, continuing to let him practice.

the rest of the avengers were in the other room, discussing an upcoming debacle. tony, steve, natasha, and bruce stood around the table, connecting with thor in asgard. “if he hasn’t been to asgard, tony, he’s back to earth.”

“didn’t we go to that department the other day?” nat adds. “y/n was there for that, he could’ve somehow heard she’s with us.”

“because he wants her back. she’s only getting more powerful and he wants to manipulate her more,” steve speaks next, starting to put the puzzle pieces together.

“well, why didn’t the creep come sooner if he knew she was out? he’s only coming because he knows she’s with us,” tony questions.

“nightsiege wanted her to get to her highest level of skill before he started to utilize her. besides, he’s been anti-avenger since the day we formed so we’re the last people he wants her with,” nat tells him. “it’s similar to the red-room. you were used until you were perfect. he wouldn’t even kill her, he’d just torture her further.”

“do we tell her, i mean, i think she has a right to know-“

“no,” steve tells bruce. “she could get hurt or killed if she tries to intervene. it’s best if we handle this on our own, without her and peter.”

“handle what?” peter asks, his soft voice ringing through the room as y/n stands behind him, looking fearfully at the superheroes in the room.

“so he’s only coming back to take me away?”

“basically, yes,” tony says.

“what about the other ones? why doesn’t he want them?”

“they’re not with the avengers, and none of them have the skill set that you have with the powers,” bruce tells her, looking into her frightened eyes, trying to cover up her worry. “and your parents, probably have something to do with it.”

“he killed them, that’s the deal with them,” y/n sits in the chair, thinking heavily about the situation in her hands. “i’m finding him.”

“no,” peter murmurs. “i don’t think that’s a good idea, like at all.”

“the kids right,” tony says. “you’re one of the strongest forces on this planet but you don’t have the capabilities to fully take this guy down.”

a switch flips in y/n, a side of her that she tried to bury away is released. she’s craved revenge and shooting karma his way, but she’s held it in. its been on the tip of her tongue since she watched her parents take their last breath and now it’s right in front of her. peter saw her eyes darken at the mention of him. he watched the bright smile on her face disintegrate away at the thought. a naïve part of him hoped they were past it. the young, innocent parts of themselves prayed that he was gone, never to return. unfortunately, it’s never that simple.

the second y/n ran out of that room and left the compound, they knew they were in for a ride of hell. y/n became like a daughter to them, and friend. they treated her like royalty since they say they found her, often forgetting that she capable on her own since she was so young.

when y/n found herself taking the jet, she knew she could never go back. just leaving the compound meant she was in too deep, and she just hoped she wouldn’t regret it. she was able to track down a secret management base that nightsiege would be most likely to go to. that’s where the all the information is, different from the actually training site.

“y/n’s gone,” tony alerts. “she’s trying to find nightsiege alone, which she can’t do.”

“i’ll check the tracking status on the missing jet,” bruce moves to one of the computers, seeing the new site on the map. “she’s at the info base.”

“damn it, kid,” tony shakes his head, rubbing his eyes. “well, suit up, what are we waiting for?”

peter glances as him anxiously, knowing y/n wants to do it alone. peters always tried to please everyone. if y/n gets mad at him, he’ll get mad at himself and he can’t handle her people being mad at him. peter knows there’s a right and a wrong here, and he senses full jeopardy coming toward y/n. he’s loved her for years, and peter is y/n’s favorite person. so, he goes along with avengers, going to find y/n and her vengeance.

when y/n climbed through the back entrances, she was confronted with pure darkness. the only thing that she could hear was the light whirring of the air and machinery above her. the room was filled with metal pipes and tanks. there were small offices, pitch black with nothing but a white shade in front of the windows. she illuminated her path by using a golden defense baton that was formed from her hands. her footsteps from the thick boots on her feet echoed through the tall ceilings.

when she stepped forward, she felt a bench of buttons and switches in front of her. she pressed the power key, causing a screen to shine in front of her. it contained files and sections of confidential information at the tip of her fingers. as she was preoccupied looking at the words on the massive screen, the noises behind her did not go unnoticed.

“i thought that i’d find you here,” he speaks strongly, chills rushing down y/n’s spine. she never knew that the sound of someone’s voice could make her feel sick to her stomach. “what’s brought you to me, child?”

“i’m ending all of this,” y/n turns, making eye contact with the monster in front of her. he had his own protection on, covered in armor and his own weapons. she points to the screen in front of her, all of the crucial files, including her own.

“you’ll never get those files, y/n. you are not nearly as strong as you need to be. i came to save you.”

“i don’t need any more saving, not from you.”

“you’ve been poisoned by the avengers. they’ve brainwashed you and completely put you in a box. i made you the strongest version of yourself.”

“the worst version of myself was when i was under your control. you’re a weak, weak man who has nothing going for him but a bunch of lame excuses of experiments. you ripped my life to pieces with no remorse.”

his feet slam closer to y/n, his figure coming more into sight as she takes another step backwards. “you’ll never learn, y/n. your parents were never good for you. i saved you.”

flashes of the people who really saved y/n go through her mind. memories of her and peter together are flooding her. every touch, every word, every moment with him. the life she has now is only because of peter. every single part of her wishes he were there to fight this battle with her, but she had to do it alone.

“you’re psychotic,” y/n whispers as he shakes his head with a manic smirk on his face.

“you’re never getting what you want from me.”

“then i’ll get it from your corpse,” y/n spits out at him, shooting out swords from her wrists in milliseconds. she charges toward him, releasing bursts of energy onto his body, forcing him back before he gets up. he runs toward her, grabbing her much smaller body and throwing it against the wall with his strength. she slides down with the shattered glass, picking herself up as he walks over with his knives.

her hand meets his forearm, her leg smashing into his waist, making him buckle over. his grip remained on the weapon, leaving a slash over y/n’s thigh. she grunts out, but is able to form a ring of energy over her hand, connecting it with his throat as she kicks in the back of his knees.

his hand is in defense on his neck, but the power from him brings down chunks of the metal ceilings, falling around y/n and collapsing on top of her.

she forces a shield out of her, shoving the debris off her body and swiftly acting back on the villain. she somehow manages to land an aggressive punch on his face, temporarily disorienting him. his own fist connects with hers, covered in rough metal. her nose dripped of blood, leaving smears along with the cuts and bruises on her face from earlier impacts. her body’s tired, wanting to just leave and give up but never being able to let him win. he would kill her because he’s scared of her. somehow, the thought of him being scared pushed her even further.

the next time she blinked, she saw nightsiege being swept away, a long string of webbing dragging him backward. he was confused by the sticky substance on his back, slicing it off with his smaller knife. when he tried stepping forward again, one of the arrows from clint had exploded, forcing him onto his back before he could even think.

y/n brought herself up, landing toward him as she pushed herself up with the energy. her indestructible knife was no match for his, the two having it out in the middle of the ground. caps shield had come between the two, slicing the blade in half as y/n’s was faded back into her powerful hands. the force from the shield had sent nightsiege back onto the ground on his back. when he leaned up, his knife sliced cleanly across y/n’s stomach, leaving a deep gash into her body. she gasped out in pain, holding her abdomen with her free hand as she wobbled.

another forcefield was spread around them, blocking off the rest of the avengers from them. it was only y/n and nightsiege in the area now. it was up to her to kill him and his plans.

peter banged on the forcefield, pounding his fists while screaming y/n’s name. “mr. stark! we have to get this down! please, y/n!”

“kid, calm down,” he tries to ease the boy in front of him, but also battling his own worries. peters were unmatched. his eyes were glued on his girlfriends injured figure, in agony as she continued to move this guy further into the ground. peter tried to break down the barrier, but it was impossible.

y/n glanced at peter again, and maybe for the last time. she took a shaky breath, smashing more power into him to keep him down. the eye contact with peter was excruciating. she barely wanted to look at him, wanting to just fall into his arms and run away with him. however, just like she knew, there was no turning back.

she formed restraints around nightsieges wrists, tying them to the ground as she stepped over him. a circular weapon with sharp, serrated edges as she moved herself closer to him.

“you’ll nev-never be… a hero,” his raspy voice comes out, leaving a sour taste in y/n’s mouth. she tries to ignore the burning pain throughout her body before she retorts back at him.

“rot,” she says. “in hell,” with severe grit in her voice, she lands the weapon into his chest, robbing his lungs of oxygen and watching his frail body gasp for air. she watched his eyes unfocus, and the sinfulness in his eyes turns to death.

as the barrier disintegrates around her, peter is sprinting toward her. her eyes are staying on the dead body of the man who destroyed her, before they slowly adjust to peter.

“hey!” he says, softly. “y/n, we have to get you help!”

“peter,” she whines, letting herself fall into him as the rest of the avengers move to catch her. peter has her, though, and he doesn’t ever want to let go. “i have to end this.”

“you did, baby,” his hand lands on the side of her face. “it’s over.” she shakes her head no, limping over to the screen and the controls in front of her. with the clicks of a few buttons and the blur in her eyes, every last file is wiped from existence. she can finally say it’s over, and she can believe it at last. before she knows it, her body can’t withstand the pressure of her injuries, letting herself fall to the floor of the building.

next time she is awake, the bright lights of the recovery unit of the compound make her squint. no amount of lights could conceal the beautiful face in front of her, gripping her hand as peter looks like be might doze off himself. she looks around at her body on the bed, covered in thick bandages and wires.

“pete?” she asks, vulnerably.

“yeah, i’m here, you’re ok,” he tells her, sweet as ever in her mind. she smiles at him lightly, his hand brushing the sides of her hair. “you did it, y/n/n.”

“it’s done, peter.”

“mhm, all because of you. you saved more people than i can think of. you’ve always been a hero, y/n. you’re so much more than that too.”

she tries to lean up, wiping the tears off her face to give him a kiss. he realizes her attempt, then standing up to land a soft kiss on her lips. “i love you, peter.”

peter blinks, his heart moving a million miles an hour. they’ve been dating for a while, but somehow this one feels different. watching her inch closer to her deathbed made the three words meaningful than he thought they could get. he loved her too, more than anything in the world. “i love you too,” he replies, almost embarrassingly fast. his hand covers his mouth, causing giggles to leave y/n’s mouth.

“c’mon! she just got out of surgery and they’re making out in the recovery wing!” tony complains, making natasha shake her head with a grin.

“leave them be, tony,” she laughs. “she’s finally free, let him kiss the girl.”

“fine, but,” tony presses the loudspeaker button, his voice coming through the room. “i have my eye on you fools!”

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The Bet - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: Avengers party, enemies to lovers (secret feelings), smut, confessions, 18+

word count: 9.4k

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“Holly?” Tony asked as he knocked on the door to her room. “Party’s starting in ten minutes, and you’re the woman of the hour, so don’t keep everyone waiting!” There was a small pause. “Barnes is really mad about that pink sweater, by the way.”

Holly rolled her eyes. She told him she could make that shot, and that he was going to lose. Bucky was the one who pushed her, with that stupid fucking cocky smirk of his. She hated it when he smiled at her like that– usually because it was followed up by some snarky comment or an insult. 

Barnes was a real piece of work, and that was putting it nicely. More recently, Tony had been pushing them to work together. Well, forcing was more like it. He said it would be good for Bucky to work with someone other than Sam. Or Steve. But Bucky saw it as a chance to “show her the ropes” like she didn’t spend years in the military and knew just about as much as he did.

“Well, he lost the bet,” Holly replied with a grin. “He knew what he was getting into.”

“Rocket’s making fun of him. Said he looks like his grandma’s couch.” Tony sounded amused. She could almost see him smiling in her mind’s eye. It made sense, Tony’s favorite pastimes were micromanagement and insulting anyone who breathed in his direction.

She raised an eyebrow and looked over at her closed door.

“Rocket is making fun of him, or you’re making fun of him?”

There was a pause.

“Both of us– anyway, hurry up!” She could hear him clap his hands. “I want to see how many Asgardian ales it takes to get Steve to start singing Journey!”

“I’m on it!” She laughed as she smoothed out her dark green dress, smiling at herself in the mirror. It was her party, her first year as an Avenger, and Barnes lost the bet. “Happy birthday to me.”

She could hear the music before she’d even made it out of the elevator and into Tony’s self proclaimed ‘Rager Room’.

“There she is!” Sam beamed as he waited by the door for her entrance, suited and booted in his favourite velvet jacket. ‘Looking ever the birthday goddess.” 

“Thank you, Sammy.” Holly replied softly as she looked around the room with narrowed eyes, “where’s Barnes? I wanna really experience the pink before I’m too drunk to comprehend anything.”

Sam gestured over his shoulder to the far back corner of the room.

Holly followed the direction and spotted the grumpy assassin sitting on a couch, Peter Parker sitting next to him. He looked extra irritated today, though if it was the fuzzy pink sweater, or whatever story Parker was telling him, she wasn't sure.

It was probably both, to be fair.

She sauntered over to where they were sitting and clapped her hands on Bucky's broad shoulders when she came to a stop behind the couch. 

Holly leaned down so her face was level with his, feeling his muscles tense beneath her hand she smiled.

"Hey Parker, doesn't Barnes look awfully pretty in pink?"

“A word and your face meets the floor, Parker.” Bucky stared at him and Holly could see Peter swallowing down his fear. 

“Don’t be like that, Barnes. A bet is a bet. You can’t always win-“

With a quick motion, his metal hand grabbed her hand that was still touching his shoulder and pushed it away. 

“Rude.” Her head was still on one level with his and she could feel his hot breath on her face.

“Make me wear this again and I’ll show you rude.” 

She couldn’t take him seriously in that sweater so all she said was “Can’t wait” followed by a devilish smirk.

Bucky scoffed and crossed his arms, biceps bulging stretching the seams, a stony look on his face. Holly snorted and stood up. 

“Well I’m gonna get a drink, now that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this moment,” she grinned and walked away.

Sauntering up to the bar, Holly couldn't suppress her grin as she ordered. Seeing all six and a half feet of James Barnes wrapped in fuzzy pink cashmere made the weeks of eye rolling and asshole comments totally worth it. The way it hugged the muscles of his arms and shoulders didn't hurt either, but Holly shook her head to remove that particular thought.

The bartender slid Holly her drink, something holiday themed and minty that she never would have ordered otherwise. Holly sipped on the tiny cocktail straw as she watched the festivities around her, bouncing her head a little to the music thumping overhead. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear Steve's booming laugh as Sam told some story she's sure he's added some extra details too. 

"What's up, birthday baby?" Kate exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she hopped up onto the barstool beside Holly, her shimmery jumpsuit catching the sparkling lights. She grabbed the cherry from Holly's drink, tossing it up in the air and catching it perfectly between her ruby red lips before chewing. "You know, the Sergeant in that Pepto Bismol monstrosity really is the gift that keeps on giving."

Holly practically snorted as she took another sip of her cocktail. “I give him half an hour before he gets sick of this and leaves.”

Kate squinted her eyes at her fellow Avenger, focused. She could see the gears in her head working overtime to come up with something snarky. Parting her lips, she stuck her tongue out and revealed the cherry stem - with a perfect knot tied in it. 

Kate smirked and let the stem fall onto the bar top, while Holly couldn’t help but smile. Kate had grown to become one of her best friends here- and it didn’t hurt that there wasn’t a hundred year age gap between them. 

“Barnes won’t stop giving you murder eyes, you know,” Kate said plainly, calling the bartender back over with her hand. “One of you might not make it out of here tonight.”

"Oh please," Holly rolled her eyes, as she swirled her drink around the glass. "Barnes may hate me, but he was still raised in the '40s, he wouldn't ruin a lady's birthday party no matter how miserable he is" Her eyes darted over to the brooding man, and smirked at him, sending him a cheeky wink that caused his metal fist to clench. 

Stark's parties were always fun in their own way, but seeing her fellow Avengers let loose and actually relax was her favourite part. This time though, seeing Barnes decked out in a soft pink sweater with his dark hair tucked into a bun, just scowling at everyone, was the best birthday present she could have ever asked for. 

"Whatever you say" Kate chuckled, grabbing her glass and clinking it with Holly's.

“So what’s the vibe tonight babe?” Holly asked, swallowing her mouthful of liquid candy cane. “Drinking, dancing, karaoke…?”

She wiggled her eyebrows, making her friend giggle. Kate put her hand over her mouth to avoid a drink catastrophe.

“Whatever the birthday girl desires,” she finally managed to reply.

“Oh, I got some ideas…” Holly smirked.

Just as she was about to reveal her birthday plans, Tony cut the music and started tapping his glass. 

“Alright everyone, listen up! It’s Holly's birthday but since it’s my tower, my money, and my idea, I get the first speech. So get comfy.” 

Everyone moved to the circle of couches, chairs and floor around the main coffee table with drinks in hand, Holly taking the throne-like velvet chair Tony had delivered just for the occasion.

Holly grinned as her eyes landed on Bucky watching as he rolled his own and took the angriest swig of beer she’d ever seen. The scowl on his face only filled her with more glee. 

“About a year ago,” Tony started, “this pain in my ass walked through those front doors,” he smirked glancing down at her, “and at first I wasn’t sure about bringing her on, but it was one of the best decisions I’ve made.” 

Holly smiled up at him until a scoff filled the small silence. She knew exactly who it came from. She didn’t have to turn her head to know Bucky was grinning like an asshole.

That shit eating grin he knew damn well of made her want to roll her eyes back so far she could never see light again. 

Tony sighed and paused before speaking as if his thoughts were hard to come out in words. “To be honest, I never knew when she walked through those doors that she was the perfect addition to our team, even more, a close friend.” He lifted his glass with a big smile. “Cheers to more years together and to our Holly!”

Everyone followed up with his words and clinked their glass together. When she turned to Bucky, she noticed that he was already holding out his glass to her. 

She looked up to his icy blue eyes as he spoke softly, almost a whisper if he was afraid for the others to hear through their chatters. That same shit eating grin on his face and excitement that swallowed his eyes. 

Damn him.

“Happy Birthday Holly Jolly.”

Holly chuckled lightly at that nickname, his grin grew brighter until the corner of his eyes crinkled. Oh, how much she wanted to smack that grin off his smug fucking face.

"Thanks, Peppa Barnes," Holly said referring to the cartoon pig she caught Peter laughing over a few days ago.

His face changed with an expression of confusion. 

"I don't know what the hell a "Peppa" is but you're gonna pay for making me wear this monstrosity." he gritted out. 

Somewhere near them, Sam was making grunting pig noises.

"You're toast, Holly." Holly heard Bucky say before she burst into laughter.

Holly took a sip of her champagne and stood up. “I just want to say thank you to everyone for making me feel part of the team so quickly.  It has definitely been an amazing year, so here’s to another fun one. Let’s get this party started!” She said raising her glass above her head.

Holly heard a chorus of ‘whoop whoops’ come from Sam, Kate and Peter.

With the end of her toast, Holly pounded back what was left of her drink and set the glass down, with the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream she was feeling more confident than usual. The kind of unbridled, hot rush of confidence that begged her to see how far she could push Barnes tonight. She wiggled in her tight green dress, sinking back into her chair and crossing her legs so the bottom of her black Louboutin heels showed to the room. 

"I have a birthday wish," she hummed proudly, "just one!" She laughed as the room of superheroes grew uncomfortable, "I want to hear Bucky and Steve sing Don't Stop Believin’." 

"No," Bucky and Steve chimed at the same time. 

"You save the world a thousand times but you aren't man enough to sing some Journey," Holly smirked at Bucky, leaning forward in her chair and stealing what was left in his glass. The whiskey burned going down but she held her stare with the super soldier.

Steve blushed and sipped his drink while Holly's eyes narrowed and she playfully scrunched up her nose, refusing to break eye contact with Bucky. 

"Come on, it's my birthday. I only get one a year."

"Yeah, and I never said I had to be nice to ya, darlin'." 

The nickname stirred something in her. It made her heart race and her cheeks flush. He was cute, she would never deny that, but she'd never say it to his face. God forbid someone inflated his ego any more than it already was. Something flashed in Bucky's eyes and Holly suddenly felt flooded with embarrassment for even considering what she was considering. It must have been the alcohol. Bucky tilted his head and she waited for the snarky remark, for the teasing. 

He leaned forward, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.

"And are you sure that's what you really want for your birthday?" He grinned before punctuating it with, "Sugar."

“You offering something better, Sarge?” Holly replied, keeping her voice even and features schooled even though the ‘sugar’ he’d thrown at her was doing the complete work on her insides. She wouldn’t let him see how much he was affecting her, no matter how pink her cheeks currently were. She’d blame it on the alcohol. 

“You want a song, I’ll give you a song,” Bucky smirked, bottom lip caught under his teeth. Holly’s eyes were drawn to his hands as pressed them to his thighs and made a show of standing up. “Maybe you’ll luck out on a better gift next year, hmm?”

Holly sat back, head tilted to the side to watch what Bucky was doing.

She watched him stride over the karaoke machine Tony had set up under the windows.With his back turned to her, Holly could take in his massive frame without him even being aware of her gaze on him.

Unbidden, her mind helpfully provided imagery of what a better gift could look like. And it had a distinct lack of pink sweaters involved.

She bit the inside of her cheek as images of the slight sheen of sweat she had grown used to seeing on his forehead and flesh arm during training sessions were twisted to a shirtless version. Taut, tanned chest glinting under the lights that decorated the room. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feedback as Steve tapped the grille of the microphone. 

Bucky stood next to him, twirling the second microphone in his vibranium arm as he stared directly at Holly. 

Steve cleared his throat into the mic, "The birthday girl asked for a song from us so uh, here it goes sorry everyone."

Steve and Bucky stood in front of all the guests who were now patiently watching them dance and sing to “Don’t Stop Believin’”. 

When Bucky sang “Livin’ just to find emotion” his eyes locked with Hollys and goosebumps rose on her body. 

She felt like those words weren’t just part of the lyrics. Somehow, Bucky’s eyes told her there was a deeper meaning behind them. But before she could think too much about it, Steve and Bucky ended the song followed by a few people clapping. 

“I hope our Holly is happy now,” Bucky said into the microphone, repeating Tony’s words but in a mocking way. 

“Nah. I’ve heard and seen better. I think next time I’ll just order a stripper for the entertainment part,” she scrunched her nose and shrugged.

Bucky rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to make what was sure to be a snide comment when Tony spoke up. 

“Okay! Let’s move on to the next present- Thor! Whattya have?”

One by one, each of Holly's newfound family presented their gifts to her, neatly stacked under the Christmas tree. 

Sharing her birthday with a huge holiday was something she'd gotten used to over the years so she didn't mind. It just made her feel like all the lights and shiny objects were up just for her. 

By the end, Holly had been gifted a flask of Asgardian alcohol, which she was commanded by the god of thunder to handle with care, a drawing of the Manhattan skyline from Steve, and several cards full of money, concert tickets, and gift cards to her favorite places. By the time the last small square from under the tree was passed to her, Holly felt like her heart was going to explode. 

"Okay, Jingle Bell, here's the last one," Tony said, the shiny gold wrapping paper catching the festive lights. "It doesn't have a tag on it, which is weird but hey, so are you, so I'll allow it." 

Holly snorted as she flipped the package over, gingerly removing the wrapping. It was too pretty to ruin and for some reason, her nerves kicked into high gear as she opened the velvet box beneath. 

"Holy shit," Holly breathed, feeling a little lump catch in her throat as she held a delicate gold chain between her fingers. The necklace was old, soft gold woven together with a heart charm hanging in the center. Her eyes immediately flew up, searching for the one person who knew about this, who was there the day she passed the antique store with Kate and listened to them coo over the pretty display in annoyance. 

But Bucky was nowhere to be found.

The necklace was beautiful, the chain caught the lights reflecting off every surface, and every time it swayed the reflections hit her blue eyes making her fall in love with it even more. 

"So," Tony's voice startled her back into the present, "we gonna dance or what, birthday girl?" He finished with a wink as everyone hollered around her and got up to grab a drink and a dance partner.

Holly was about to go and look for the blue-eyed man when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her over the music and, she turned on her heels to come face to face with the man in question.

"Care to dance? It wouldn’t be a good birthday if the birthday girl isn’t dancing, sweetheart." He asked her, eyes shining under the lights, gleaming with mirth and his voice sent a delightful shiver down her spine.

Shrugging, she placed her hand in his outstretched one, sparks zapping her skin at the connection.

"I guess I can afford a dance." She replied back with a smile as he led her to the corner where it was less crowded with people.

"My honour, Jolly Holly." He smirked.

When they reached the back corner, Bucky spun her under his arm quickly before catching her and sliding his vibranium hand across the open back of her dress. The coolness of the metal calmed the fire that was lit under Holly's skin, her free hand landing on his chest. 

"Impressive, Sarge" She smirked, curling her fingers into the soft pink fabric. "You know, I never got to tell you, pink really is your color"

Bucky cracked a real smile for the first time that night, "Ha ha you think you're so funny"  He muttered as they swayed to the music. 

Holly looked up at him and raised her eyebrow as she kept a teasing smirk on her lips. "Thank you… by the way," She spoke genuinely, “for the necklace"

Sucking in a deep breath, Bucky dipped her backwards, his metal hand moving to catch the back of her neck, as he leaned down close to her face, "I don't know what you're talking about..." He whispered.

He nudged his nose gently against hers and her breath caught in her throat but, before she even had time to process it, he’d swept her back up and into a slow dance.  They swayed together as the DJ began to play Bing Crosby’s White Christmas.

“This is more like it,” Bucky breathed next to her ear as he spun her around so her back was pulled into his broad chest.

“I don’t suppose you could help me put it on?” She asked.  “That necklace you claim to know nothing about?”

Without a word he led them across the room, hand resting against the small of her back. Holly raised her eyebrow, catching his eye in the bank of mirrors that lined the room.

Bucky slid his other hand down her arm, resting it on her wrist as he brought the other forward gently opening her hand to grasp the necklace from her palm. 

Holly’s breath caught in her chest as Bucky kept eye contact the whole time. She couldn’t help but notice the hardness that was starting to press against her ass, wishing she had put on underwear now that she was starting to wet the tops of her thighs.

His fingers brushed along the junction between her neck and collarbone, sending tiny sparks of electricity down to her toes. She could feel the warmth of his breath dance along her skin only making her clench her thighs together while trying to keep steady. 

"You're trembling, sweetheart," He cooed in her ear, voice full of gravel and low as it rumbled through her. Holly steeled herself, shifting in her heels but his hand dropped to her hip and he leaned in once again holding her to him, "stay still, malyshka or I won't be able to get this on." 

She sucked in a breath words completely void from her brain as the embers in her belly became stoked with each word that dripped from his mouth. The cool metal of the necklace wrapped around her neck, her fingers mindlessly fumbling with the heart pendant that dangled between her breasts as he gently spun her back around. 

Darkening ice blue eyes searched her face for a moment before trailing down her neckline to the heart in her hand. He hummed, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in satisfaction.

“Just the way I imagined…” His eyes drifted up to meet hers, a soft look but with a little twinkle in them that made her draw in a slow breath. “All perfect.”

Holly didn’t know what to answer him, his words spun around in her head, wondering if she even heard right but with the blood that pumped up to her cheeks and the increased heartbeats she kept coming up short. 

She couldn’t be that wrong, and when his cold hand reached up to brush some loose strands behind her ear, she suddenly forgot all his snarky remarks. For a moment. 

He dipped his head slightly and flickered his eyes between hers, a playful smirk lingered on his lips. “Got lost somewhere, Holls?”

''Actually, I'm going to the bar to get drunk,'' Holly said before adding a breathy thank you close to his ear.  

She sauntered off, leaving him standing in her wake, his expression both puzzled with a low fire burning in those ocean blue eyes. For a moment, it looked like he wanted to sweep her off the ground and kiss her. And Holly would be lying to herself if she didn't enjoy that thought a little too much.

When Holly got to the bar she found Thor sitting there, drinking from what looked like a rather large glass. 

“Holly! How is the birthday girl doing” he yelled 

“I need a drink,” she said taking a seat next to him. “Care to join me in some birthday shots?” She asked 

“I would love to!” He said as he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a huge smile. “Did I already tell you how beautiful you are tonight?” He continued a little too loudly.

Holly leaned against his touch, looking over her shoulder at Bucky who had slumped against the nearest wall with a hateful stare in his eyes. His jaw ticked as she cupped Thor around the bicep, digging her fingers into the soft velvet coat he wore. 

"You have quite the grip angel," Thor chuckled as he poured two shots of Asgardian mead. "You know on Asgard you would have been a great warrior, the Valkyrie were loved by all," he smiled and slid the shot glass to her. 

She picked it up, clinking the side to his before tapping the bar and throwing the shot back alongside the handsome god. "Did you ever love any of them?" She asked, letting the mead warm her inside. 

"I think I could try," Thor leaned forward, his mead breath hot on her face as he smirked and ran a hand up her arm. His long blonde hair swayed against his sharp jaw as his eyes flickered to her lips. 

"Up, now!" Bucky gripped her against the bicep and pulled her from the chair, pushing her from the room she stumbled backward locking eyes with the super soldier as she moved. She heard Thor holler in protest as her heels hit the long wall at the base of the glamourous steps and she had to use the railing above her to keep herself standing.

Bucky's hands engulfed her, trapping her against the staircase. "Ooh someone is angry," she teased staring up at him. A piece of his hair fell from his bun as he hovered over her in a huff of jealousy, his jaw tensing together from her teasing. "Use your words, Sargent." She hummed, asking for trouble. Practically begging for it.

"What the hell was that? I thought we had--" He cut himself off and Holly tilted her head.

"Had what?" She purred. "Say it. Tell me you bought me this necklace."

"I'm not gonna tell you shit," he growled. 

His cheeks were flaming red, the blush creeping down his neck and beneath the collar of the fuzzy pink sweater. Part of her felt bad. There was hurt in his eyes, but he was too prideful to admit that he bought her a present because he cared about her. 

"Just admit that you like me."

"I don't," Bucky said defiantly. "You're disrespectful, defiant, rude--"

"I could say the same thing about you." She laughed. 

"I rank higher than you and you disobey me at every turn."

"Sarge, if you've got a power kink, you can just come right out and say it--"

Suddenly, Bucky pushed her up against the wall and leaned in. His mouth hovered right above hers. Holly drew in a shaky breath, studying his eyes as his pupils expanded. She couldn't help but notice that his gaze fell from her eyes to her lips, and back again. His cheekbones were sharp and prominent in the low light, and she was tempted to tuck the stray hair that fell from his bun behind his ear, punctuating the motion with some patronizing comment, but he had her by the shoulders. She had sparred with Bucky before. He pulled his punches until she started to make him really mad. This felt similar.

Holly smirked as Bucky licked his bottom lip. She could smell his cologne. He had never worn cologne before.

"Let me go before I knee you in the--"

"Hey!" Sam called from across the room. "Mistletoe!"

Bucky looked up, his face a mixture of confused and furious. Holly glanced up adrenaline shot through her body, turning her blood cold.

"What are you talking about?!" Bucky barked.

"You two are under the mistletoe! You have to kiss!" Sam shouted. 

Everyone else turned to stare at them and Holly's cheeks burned. And then the chanting started. She wanted to die. Bucky glanced up and then back down at her. Butterflies swarmed her stomach. Never one to back down from a challenge, she grinned at him and clicked her tongue.

"What are you waiting for, Sarge?"

"Fuck it," he snarled as his mouth crashed against hers.

The first thing Holly became aware of, was just how soft Bucky’s lips were despite the roughness he was kissing her with. 

The palms of his hands held her face in place, one rough against her cheek, the other cold but the way the contrasting pads of his fingers tickled just below her ear, her hair tangled between them gave away the softness beneath Bucky’s brooding and hard exterior. Just as the necklace had. 

One of them made a sound, desperate and whimpering and at this point, where Bucky’s tongue wasted no time in tasting hers, she had no idea who’s mouth it came from. 

Everything around them had turned quiet, even the music a distant thump in her ears along with her heartbeat, thundering so hard she had absolutely no doubt that Bucky could hear it too. 

As if he could read her thoughts, he pulled back, breathless, pupils blown wide and lips pink and kiss swollen. 

“Got ya quite worked up haven’t I, sugar?” He purred with the audacity to look smug about it.

Maybe he wasn't wrong. 

Holly sucked in a breath, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared up at him.

She'd walked into her birthday intent on teasing Bucky about a stupid sweater. She'd expected him to get upset, yes - but this was absolutely not how she'd expected anything to go today.

"I think... Maybe we should talk," she said quietly.

"Hah!, Tony, you owe me fifty bucks!" Sam yelled, reminding them both they weren't alone.

"In private," Bucky grumbled in response to Holly, shooting a glare over his shoulder.

She nodded quickly and he grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the large gathering. Holly struggled to keep up with him and her breath was coming in sharp pants as they approached the elevator. 

"Slow down, Buck, Jesus," she grumbled, puffing a wisp of her blonde hair from her face. The door opened with a ding and she glanced up at Bucky, watching the muscles in his jaw tick before he stepped inside. 

Following hesitantly, Holly tried to stand farther away from him, but it was like her body couldn't stand not being near him. She wanted his hands on her skin again, his breath on her lips. 

"Fuck it," Holly groaned before turning, and grabbing Bucky by his collar. He smiled as she crashed her lips to his once more. His hands gripped the skin of her waist, leaving her begging for more.

"I thought we were talking," Bucky panted, licking his lips before catching her swollen lips again. 

"We will. Just let me-" she said with a whimper.  She didn't realize how badly she wanted this. Months of pent up annoyance and frustration and she had reached her limit.

His big hands moved around her back, as he  

“Please, sugar-“ Buck whispered as her lips crashed against his, their teeth clicking. “I want to talk-“ Her fingernails danced along the nape of his neck and he whined into her mouth. “I think we should- I think we should talk.”

It was all too much but still not enough for Holly. The way his hands ran all over her body gripping and squeezing, his breath fanning over her face as they both tried to resist the rising need to fuse their lips again.

"So talk." She breathed, her lips brushing over his with every word watching his eyes flit between her eyes, flushed cheeks, and her swollen lips and back again. 

The low, gravelly groan that rumbled in his chest paired with how his fingers tightened momentarily before letting go of her, was enough to knock the breath out of her lungs.

"Holly I-" the ding of the elevator interrupted him as it announced their arrival, with both their rooms opposite to each other on the same floor there was no escaping the reality of their situation as they came to stand on shakey legs in front of their doors.

"You were saying?" Holly asked, voice trembling as her eyes met his. Emotion and lust colliding in their icy depths.

She watched as Bucky sucked a deep breath into his chest, his eyes never leaving hers. Thoughts raced through her mind, as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Maybe everything she was feeling was made up in her own mind. He didn’t want this at all. That's why he wanted to talk so badly. But that wasn't going to stop her from taking as much of this moment in as she could before reality came crashing back over them. 

Bucky took a step toward her, his arms out-stretched as he caged her against her door. His eyes flickered from hers to her lips as he inched closer. 

"You drive me fucking crazy" He mumbled through gritted teeth. "Since the day you got here. All you've done is piss me off..."

"Bucky..." Holly whispered. 

"No. I'm talking now." He stated, using his metal hand to lightly brush a piece of blonde hair away from her eyes. "You're loud and obnoxious, and so cocky you make Tony look normal" He breathed a laugh. 

Holly swallowed thickly as her jaw clenched listening to his words. 

"But you are also the kindest person in this building, and challenge me to think during combat in ways I never would have thought to..." Bucky placed his forehead against hers. "And when I saw you standing there tonight looking as beautiful as the stars in the sky, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my throat" 

He pressed his lips gently to Holly's once before pulling back and brushing their noses together. "I've been so caught up in our little feud, I would never let myself admit how badly I wanted this..." 

"I feel the same way Bucky..." Holly finally whispered, reaching behind herself, to turn the doorknob with one hand, as her other hooked into the collar of the pink sweater. "I want this..."

The next minute was a blur of teeth clinking, hands grabbing, and the door slamming. Now that their feelings were out in the open, neither of them could get enough. 

Finally, the kiss broke as Holly’s knees hit her bed and she fell onto it, leaving her staring up at Bucky as he towered over her. 

“Ever since the party started I wanted to do two things, kiss you;” Bucky said as his hands gripped the neck of the pink sweater, “and rip this fuckin’ thing off.” In one swift movement, the sound of ripped knitwear echoed around them and before long the sweater lay on the floor in two pieces. 

He tipped her face up with a finger under her chin, thumb grazing her bottom lip slowly, sending sparks inside of her as she craved more. She wanted to be closer, feel him in every way. Everything inside her just screamed for him like it had so many times before. She got used to hiding it with their snarky remarks and constant fights over whatever would cross between them because it had occurred to her that she was afraid of walking into something only she desired. 

“Bucky…” She whined, more pleading than intended. 

He leaned down closer, lips brushing against hers as he whispered with hooded lids. “Now’s the time to actually say something, doll” He smiled softly.

Bucky’s hand slid up further to cup her face. Her belly was filled with fire, her breath trembling in her chest. The spice from his cologne filled her nostrils and Holly reached out to gently wrap her fingers around his dog tags. She wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to run away from her, or that this wasn't some kind of sick joke, but she could tell by the look in his eye that he had every intention of staying. Whether or not they'd be doing any more talking was up for debate.

"Kiss me," she pleaded. 

"Say please," Bucky whispered, his eyes dancing across her face.

She normally hated to give Bucky what he wanted or to give him any kind of an ego boost, but the softness of his lips was the push she needed to whisper, "please."

"That's a good girl." 

His gentle, rumbling voice filled her ears as his mouth slid against hers one more time, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up to her feet. She wound her arms around the back of his neck, pulling his hair out from the loose bun. Bucky groaned as her fingers knotted in his hair and her mouth opened to deepen the kiss.

Bucky's hands roamed her body and he laughed against her mouth.

"I think you've got a few too many clothes on," he replied as he broke the kiss. 

Holly's heart was thundering in her chest, and she let him turn her around, his lips sliding up her shoulder as he gently pushed the strap of her dress down. 

"Will you do me a favor, princess?"

"Depends on what it is." She couldn't help but be a little defiant. He seemed to like it.

He chuckled.

"Will you keep those pretty heels on for me? I always pictured you wearing those and nothing else."

Her face burned as his fingers began to tug down the zipper of her dress, and before her brain could formulate a coherent thought she whispered, "God, yes."

Bucky's laugh was deep, making a shiver run down Holly's spine as fast as the zipper pull.

He drew in a sharp breath though, as the fabric slid off of her, pooling around her ankles.

"No underwear - naughty girl," he growled, his nose tickling her neck as he placed soft kisses along it.

"It's ‘cause of the dress," she tried to protest.

"Huh, sure it is," His teeth found her earlobe, biting gently, "I bet the birthday girl just wanted to get laid."

Fingers, warm on one side, cool on the other, pulled her closer to him, his chest pushing against her bare back.

"Only by you," she sighed her admission.

He nipped down the side of her neck as his vibranium hand travelled up her body to her neck, grip soft but firm as his warm tongue soothed the marks left behind. 

"You okay, angel?" he whispered, lips tickling her ear. 

Holly swallowed slightly relishing in the feel of the cool metal against her throat as she did before she nodded her response. Bucky's hand fell to her shoulder kneading her skin softly as he moved her face to the side to meet her gaze. 

"We can stop whenever Holly, okay?" he voiced sincerely.

“Definitely don’t wanna stop, but thank you, really,” she replied, grabbing his vibranium hand and placing it back on her throat. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight on her neck and shivered, head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder. 

“Jesus, you’re somethin’ else,” Bucky groaned, pressing a kiss to the side of Holly's head before spinning her around, a firm grip on the back of her neck and her waist. Bucky looked deep into her eyes for a moment, ice blue full of emotion before he pressed his lips to hers, parting them easily and slipping his tongue inside. 

Bucky made his way down Holly’s jaw, pressing bruising kisses to her skin, murmuring, “Tell me what you want pretty girl, what do you need?”

Holly pulled on the waistband of his dress pants, fingers working quickly to undo his belt as Bucky sucked purple marks onto her throat. She whimpered when his teeth dug into her skin and once more, his smirk against her skin made her cunt throb painfully and gave her the confidence to ask for what she needed so badly. 

"I know that you like me all of a sudden," she replied breathlessly, lips brushing Bucky's as she wrenched open his pants. "But could you fuck me like you don't?" 

The growl Bucky let out as Holly's hand wrapped around his ridiculously hard cock vibrated throughout her body. He pressed her further down onto the bed, hovering over her as she stroked him. 

"Remember what you asked for, darlin',"  Bucky drawled with a grin, quickly kicking off his shoes and pants as best he could with the grip she had on him. It was hard to suppress whimpers as he caught her mouth with his own again.

She lightly ran her nails against his scalp, back fully arched off the bed as Bucky nipped at her jawline. He sat up on his haunches above her, kneeling on either side of her legs. 

Holly had the urge to cover herself, but he quickly grabbed both her wrists tightly and shoved them above her head. She gasped at the sudden movement- and felt her core practically leaking on the bed. 

“Is this okay?” he rasped against her ear, leaning down over her.

Holly nodded her head furiously, "Very okay... So very very much okay" She whined, wiggling her hips underneath him. "You're being a tease James " Punctuating his name in a way she knew riled him up. 

Bucky moved back to look at her, his jaw clenched. The blue of his eyes was almost gone with the blackness of his pupils. "Don't. Call me. That."

A smirk graced her lips, as she ran her tongue across her bottom one. "Then. Get. To work." 

Another growl-like chuckle left the depths of his chest, "Oh sweetheart when I'm done with you, you're not going to know which way is up"

Holly had no time to react before Bucky flipped her to her stomach and pulled her ass into the air. Leaning down to her ear he whispered, “You want me to fuck you like I hate you? Then that’s exactly what you’ll get birthday girl.” 

Bucky sat up straight, one hand holding Holly up by her waist as the metal hand came in sharp contact with her ass. 

Holly went to moan, but it was cut short by the cry that came from Bucky pushing his whole dick into her cunt. He stilled for a moment, “that’s it doll. Let my cock stretch that tight pussy. Are you ready for more?”

Her body slightly tensed from his sudden action along with a pained but pleasurable feeling coursing through her. He must have noticed as both of his hands grabbed her waist, stroking her gently she started to slowly relax into his touch.

“Just like that… that’s a good girl.” He breathed, pulling her up by the waist as he rolled his hips with their cheeks pressed against each other. “Feels good now, doesn’t it?” 

A deep sigh and whimpers left her lips as she rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes to focus on the waves of tingles stemming from their connected bodies. 

“More Bucky, please.” She moaned as his warm hand trailed from her stomach to the valley of her breast, up to her neck, to suddenly leave her hot body completely.

She could hear something jingling from behind for a moment, wondering what he was up to before she fluttered her eyes open when she felt something cooling down the fire on her skin. Looking down, she needed to blink a few times to understand what that little steel object actually was.

He was relentless, hips slamming into her while he rubbed her back. It was like he couldn't help but let the affection he had for her bleed through. Holly whined at the brunt of his strength and the full weight of his body, savoring the sound of his gentle whimpers. She could feel every inch of him filling her up, sending fire and sparks all down her spine. Her back arched and she somehow found the strength to look over her shoulder. She watched his head fall back and another whine dripped from his lips. She smirked.

"How you doing, Sarge?"

His head snapped up and his eyes opened and narrowed. 

"I'm a little hungry," he replied.

The alcohol was getting to her, making her head buzz and she flashed him a confused look. 

"Wh--" 

Holly's heart pounded as he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. Her breath was stuck in her chest and she let out a whine as she clutched the dog tags in her fist. She glanced down at Bucky who was staring at her as he pushed her legs apart with a soft grunt. Soft kisses began to litter her upper thigh, leaving sparks behind on her skin. A big, cocky smile spread across his face as he began to drag his fingertip through her folds. Holly swallowed a whine as Bucky spoke in that deep, gravelly voice that gave her goosebumps.

"I could use a snack, malyshka." She let out a loud laugh and Bucky smirked, his cheeks pink. "Please?"

"Fuck yes," she breathed with a small nod.

Bucky winked at Holly, and pressed his finger inside her, swirling it around before drawing out and sticking it into his mouth, eyes shutting. A feral groan ripped out of his chest and his eyes snapped open, blue nearly eclipsed by black. Holly’s breath caught as Bucky wrapped his arms around her thighs, burying his face in her cunt. 

“Bucky!” she moaned, voice high and needy, his tongue already deep inside her, his nose brushing her clit. He attached his lips to her entrance and sucked, a squeal falling from her lips as her hips jerked in his hold. 

Bucky’s arms bulged as he held her down, sucking at her cunt until she was sobbing out, “Bucky, please, need you, inside me. Now!”

"Nuh-uh," Bucky snarled against her slick center, kissing the sensitive swollen skin as she whined. "Let me have it all, sugar." 

Holly groaned and dropped her head back onto the sheets as Bucky gripped her tighter. Little huffs and whimpers slipped from her lips as he dug deeper into her cunt, the stubble on his cheeks scratching her swollen skin. Her hips bucked up against his mouth, chasing the sensation and she let out a breathy moan. He had her right on the edge, his warm tongue moving to draw short, small circles on her clit. Electric shocks started to spread from the inside out as Holly felt her eyes start to roll backwards.

“If it wasn’t your birthday-“ Holly almost didn’t hear his words over the blood rushing through her ears. He groaned against her clit. “I wouldn’t let you come just yet.”

His sly threat turned her on. She bucked her hips faster against his mouth as the wave of pleasure cascaded over her - filling her with warmth and curling her toes. She was falling apart. He sucked on her clit, fucking her with his fingers, pushing against the spongey part that made her gush. 

He pulled away and wiped his mouth, bringing his hand up to her mouth. Holly wrapped her tongue around the fingers that were just inside her. He trailed them down her chin and across her neck, pulling lightly at the chain she wore. His pupils completely blown out as he stared back at her. 

“I’d like to give you another necklace if that’s okay.” His fingers danced at her collarbone, drawing a trail of goosebumps underneath the dainty chain. He started to wrap his hand around the base of her neck, his metal hand pumping his dripping cock. 

Holly moaned deeply at the feeling of his fingers tightening against the sides of her neck, just enough to make her head light. If she had known what he was capable of, she would have had him hate-fuck her a long time ago. 

A mischievous smirk danced across her face as she batted her eyes up at him and pushed her neck harder into his hand. "Come on, baby... I'm not going to break," She taunted.

Bucky let go of his cock, and placed his metal hand beside her head, leaning down and locking eyes with her. "You are playing with fire, princess," He groaned, moving his hips to realign himself with her entrance. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. 

She smiled softly and nodded, "I'm okay, Bucky... please, please fuck me," Holly pleaded. 

A dark chuckle left his lips, "I just wanted to hear you beg," He whispered as he pushed himself inside her once more.

He dipped his head and nipped at her bottom lip, sucking on it until she whimpered.

"Please, Bucky, harder" she whined as she forced her voice to go up half an octave. 

Bucky captured her lips and pushed his cock deep inside of her, both of them moaning against each other's mouths. She broke the kiss and gazed up at him as he began to rock his hips and fill her up. He couldn't stop smiling, and neither could she. "Good girl. Take all of me, angel."

Holly cried out as he bottomed out, "Oh god - Bucky!"

"No gods, sugar - just me," he groaned, letting his forehead rest against hers as he stilled, "Fuck - you feel so good."

Holly whimpered, cunt clenching as she pushed her fingers through Bucky’s thick brown locks, getting a firm grip and tugging until he looked at her. 

“Fuck me like you mean it, Sergeant,” she breathed in the space between them, and Bucky nodded, pressing his lips to hers once more before planting his hands on the bed beside her head, hips moving faster, pounding into her.

Bucky again wrapped his flesh hand around her throat, squeezing lightly on the sides of her neck. His pace was relentless- Holly knew she would be sore tomorrow, but she couldn’t care less about anything but this moment. 

Before she knew it, he grasped her hips and rolled them over so his back was flat against the bed. On top of his muscular thighs, Holly somehow felt his cock deeper inside her - she planted her hands back on his knees and started riding him, pushing her chest up in the air. 

He moaned- deep and guttural, coming from a place side of him she didn’t know too well. She saw his eyes roll back as she looked down at her through her lashes. 

“Mmm, baby,” she moaned. “Make me yours.”

He choked on his breath- Holly felt his cock twitch inside her, so she squeezed her muscles together in response. “Mine,” he sputtered, his hips bucking up to meet hers. “All- fuck- all fucking mine.”

"God Bucky..." Holly breathed out as she moved her hips against his, feeling herself clenching and squeezing around him. She wasn't sure if it was the super soldier aspect or just Bucky, but no man had taken care of her the way he was. The thought of Bucky actually caring about her was almost enough to send her over the edge as that fire built up inside her belly. 

Shifting her body forward, she leaned a hand next to his head and combed her other into his hair, moaning as she reattached their lips. She wanted every part of him on her, craving his warmth. 

His hand trailed up her body and into her hair, tugging enough to pull a groan from her lips. 

"You feel so fucking good, angel," He grunted, into another deep kiss, their tongues dancing together and matching the rhythm. "Just like that... fuck"

“You’re perfect,” he praised. “So fucking perfect.”

She grinned, fucking him harder.

“So complimentary.”

“Just make me come,” Bucky snarled, the words causing electricity to spread through her whole body. She was so close, and so was he, both of them on the verge of explosion. She could get used to this shift in their relationship.

"Yessir," She managed to get out, leaning back as her fingers went to her clit.

Bucky watched with rapt attention, his chest heaving as he drew nearer to the end.

"Buck - Bucky, fuck - come in me, please!"

With a snarl, he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close as he flipped them back over, "Oh god, Holly!"

Their foreheads pressed together, harshly breathing the same air. Bucky’s hips moved at a furious pace, bruising Holly’s, but she didn’t care and pulled him closer with a hand on his ass.

His hips stuttered and, with a growl, he pushed himself deep inside her, hot ropes of cum spilling out and filling her up. 

Neither of them moved, still panting into each other’s mouths, Holly’s spread into a grin, and Bucky mirrored her.

He kept their foreheads pressed together, rubbing his nose gently against hers. The moment almost brought tears to Holly’s eyes - it made sense that all the frustration and annoyance between them ended in this explosion of desire and just. 

But a part of her was still scared this was going to end just as quickly as it started. She closed her eyes and felt the familiar sting of tears. Bucky pulled their foreheads apart as he softened inside her, adjusting so she could still feel his body weight. He kissed her forehead lightly and mumbled, “All mine.” As if he could read her mind and sense the doubt. He immediately moved to comfort her.

Bucky moved to the side and pulled Holly tight to his chest. His touch was gentle and caring as his fingertips glided up and down her spine. With the thoughts of doubt still drifting in her mind, Holly looked up at him and placed light kisses along his jaw. For now, it was just the two of them. No battles to win, no Avengers waiting in the living room downstairs, passing each other money as they figured out who won whatever bet they made. It was just her and Bucky. 

"Holly..." He whispered. "Are you okay?" His vibranium hand brushed her hair off her face.

She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head, as a small smile graced her lips, "I've never been better" She replied, stretching up to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Did you mean everything you said to me... before we uh, got distracted?" 

Bucky breathed out a chuckle, and locked eyes with her, "I meant every word, love," His cool metal thumb brushed against her cheek, "I was just too scared to admit anything before tonight. Thought maybe these feelings would be one sided..." He admitted. 

Holly nuzzled into his neck and kissed his skin once more, "I thought the exact same thing..." She smiled and moved to rest her chin on his chest so she could look up at him. "You're the best birthday present I've gotten... not the sex, just you" She giggled.

His smile was bright and warm, and he kissed her again, the two of them a tangle of limbs. She didn't know where her leg ended and his began. His vibranium arm traced delicate circles on her hip. 

"I did buy you that necklace."

"I figured as much," she laughed. His eyes were so blue. Were they always this blue? "Why couldn't you admit it?"

He shrugged.

"I wasn't sure how you felt. I didn't want you to think it was a peace offering. I wanted you-- I wanted it to be something real and meaningful. Steve told me to just give it to you before the party, but I was too goddamn stubborn." He shook his head, his cheeks flushed. "Stupid."

"Hey, no. The afterglow is for good feelings," she told him. "Don't do that doom and gloom thing."

"I don't do that doom and gloom--" he stopped himself. "You're right."

She gasped and her eyes widened.

"Oh! Say that again! I'll have sex with you again if you say I'm right. Or maybe make me a banner. Hang it in the gym." Bucky began to laugh, and so did she. They pressed their foreheads together. "I'm done teasing you now, Sarge."

"Good, because I was hoping I could ask you out on a date." He bit his lip as she pulled away. "I don't want this to stop. I'd like to take you out, treat ya real nice. Let you wear my jacket. Maybe ask you to be my girlfriend."

Holly blushed.

"I'd love that. I still want that banner, though."

Bucky smiled and his eyes widened, suddenly remembering something.

"I have another present for you." He gently unwound his limbs from hers, kissing her once more as he half rolled off the bed, his feet, shoved in her face. She squealed and pushed them away. 

"Barnes! Where are your manners?!" 

"I wash my feet in the shower! Calm down, doll!"

He was fishing for something. She could hear his belt jingling and then a grunt. Holly reached out and playfully pinched his toe as he yelped before popping back up. He was holding something in his hand that looked like a little recording device. 

"What the hell is that?"

"I paid Parker to make it for me-- well, you, but also me. You know how Tony goes on and on and on in meetings?" He pressed a button and a loud fart noise echoed through the room, coming from the speaker. "I told the kid I wanted to embarrass the hell out of Stark. You can program your phone to make it go off. It has ten different fart settings."

She burst out laughing, her face bright red. Bucky couldn't stop giggling.

"Your immaturity knows no bounds."

"Neither does yours! I didn't forget the whoopie cushion incident."

Holly blushed and cupped his face, kissing him.

"I love it. Thank you, Bucky."

The animosity and the hatred between them evaporated. They saw each other clearly, all of their faults on the line, and suddenly, he was no longer the big, brooding asshole who irritated her. He was just Bucky. Her Bucky.

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[comfortmarvelimagines]

Hi! So I really love your "When You Can't Find The Quiet" series and I think it's amazing how well you write! If you're still taking requests I'd love to see another part with maybe like Bucky and Steve helping the reader through a meltdown. Like Peter's ill or something so couldn't be there and Tony's away on some kind of business but like Happy picked the reader up and took them to the tower and Tony contacted Bucky to help. And like Steve's confused and just draws for the reader or something?

(Can be read as standalone or as (the much delayed) WYCFTQ pt 6)

There weren’t many people you interacted with on a regular basis, and that was just the way you preferred it.

People are scary. Unpredictable. Deceit hidden behind curtains of seemingly genuine intent, gauzy and constantly shifting and impossible to focus on what lies beyond. It didn’t make sense. All your life you had been exactly as you were, no lies, no acting unless instructed to. The masking kind, only, as you tried to keep up in the neurotypical social game. Frankly, it all seemed rather put on and pointless and by the time you reached high school you’d all but given up on it. Given up on trying to decode other people as well. There was too much shit going on, and it was the path of least resistance to settle on your small group of friends and leave it at that. Minimal masking, minimal need for interpretation. You trusted your friends to be who they said they were, and you showed up with no pretences held.

That being said, entering Peter’s world was terrifying. Here were adults that seemed to have true intentions; adults with the time and resources to make your life easier in a way you’d never before had access to. Adults- Tony, Nat, Bucky, Pepper- who said they wanted to help. Who did help, and not in the way you were used to adults ‘helping’, with social rules and short reprimands and sad sighs when you just didn’t get it. You had to trust them. Because without that help, trying to manage being a generally functioning human that left the apartment and did homework and went to school and didn’t punch randoms on the subway on instinct for standing too close, felt impossible. Part of you felt shame for having grown so reliant, but you knew the alternative all too well. Complete shutdown. Burnout. Months of being so hazy and out of it nothing felt real and nothing got done. So, reluctantly, you accepted the status quo.

Meltdowns happen. They suck ass. At this point you felt like you’d experienced every possible way that they could happen, the growing Big Bad Feeling in the pit of your guts almost familiar. They honestly didn’t get any easier with time (or, to phrase it kinda weirdly, with practice). The humiliation stung just as harshly after every one when you had nothing left to give. The Post-Meltdown Energy Drain leaving you collapsed on the floor like some kind of deflated beanbag, letting everyone else take over. You could cry over the mortification later when you had the spoons.

This last meltdown was no different. It had grown over a few days, the general unrest of the student body headed towards summer break doing nothing to help, nor did the constant stickiness of late-May humidity. It made sense, in a weird parallel way- humidity inevitable breaks with a storm, and the growing sense of badness broke in a meltdown. It was only too bad you couldn’t have waited until school was out to have it in the privacy of your bedroom. The floor probably would’ve been less gross as well, but even the thought of high school corridor germs wasn’t enough to get you up as you waited for Happy.

It wasn’t usually Happy who picked you up. Tony typically did it himself, and as selfish as it felt you preferred it that way. He knew what to do, and he hadn’t belittled you for it yet so there was a growing sense of trust that it was an unlikely scenario. Alas, being an avenger and owning a multi-billion dollar company is no casual business, and there was just no way he was able to come and get you, so Happy was enlisted. You weren’t sure what to make of Happy. He never really said much to you (not that you would’ve said much in return) but he seemed to like Peter. Only problem was, Peter wasn’t even at school today. Probably hurt himself patrolling, given that it was probably impossible for his genetically enhanced ass to get sick. Lucky.

The slapping of Happy’s shoes on the worn linoleum broke your train of thought. The corridor was being kept clear by Ned and the new school nurse, who probably volunteered just to not have to figure out what else to do. You could’ve sworn none of these people had ever met another goddamn autistic person out in the wild before. Which, their loss, honestly. You hoisted yourself up on a locker and followed Happy on autopilot, eyes glazed over by the time you reached the distinctive black car. You felt like absolute shit. But every part of your brain was yelling at you to act fine, act normal, like nothing had ever happened.

Unsurprisingly, Happy didn’t say a word the entire drive back. You felt like every atom in your body had been drained of energy and you collapsed against the window of the car, too viscerally exhausted to care about the vibration of the car against your skull. Somewhere deep in your brain you tried to remember all the steps to the sensory room- the elevator, the right level, FRIDAY, the security pass- but each thought was too much effort to complete, and trailed off part way through. You kept trying over and over and over and over to remember how to do it, how to get to safety, with each attempt fizzling out sooner and sooner and never eventuating. You were too preoccupied with forcing the repetitive thought loop to recognise pulling into a driveway, down to the garage, half closed eyes seeing nothing, and the bone-tiredness letting your head just hang when the pressure of the door dropped as someone opened it from outside. Cool metal pushed hair back from your forehead and held you up as the restraint of the seatbelt rescinded and you realised it was Bucky.

He didn’t even ask before transferring most of your weight to his shoulder, and picking you up and out of the car. Somewhere in the haze you considered that maybe, this treatment was embarrassing; after all, you’d only met Bucky like, twice, and this was the second time he’d seen you in at some point in the meltdown life-cycle. But your body felt simultaneously numb and tingly and not there at all, and you didn’t even have the energy to cry despite desperately wanting to be able to, and all you could do was sink into his shoulder and try and keep your eyelids open.

You could feel when Bucky spoke. “Hey, can you grab that blanket over there? It’s weighted.”

Still feeling devoid of any capacity, you almost imperceptibly shook your head. Bucky rubbed your shoulder. “It’s okay, I wasn’t asking you, doll. We’re up in the sensory room. Steve is here. He wants to help, and I’m gonna get him to grab the weighted blanket so we can rest on that big comfy beanbag. You can sleep if you want, or we can just ride this out until you’re feeling a bit better. Nice and easy,” he lowered himself to slowly fall back into the memory foam. It only just occurred to you that you were gripping onto Bucky’s shirt for dear life, that the only way he would’ve been able to put you down would be to pry himself from your entangled hands. An honestly, you didn’t even fucking care. Humiliation aside, Bucky felt steady and calm and reassuring and you still felt so unsafe in your mind and body, an unrest that could easily spiral into meltdown round two. Which, ya know, you’d rather not do. Fighting sleep, you felt the air shift next to you and Steve returned, draping the grounding weight of the blanket over your jittery bones. He had something else with him too; as he sat on the ground beside you and Bucky, you registered that it was a sketchbook, and without a word he started to draw. First a landscape, a sunset, some birds, etched in grey then filled in pastels of colour. Mesmerised, you watched as your consciousness dripped away, sleeping in the way you only ever did when you were safe

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[lostgirlfandom]

How You Meet the Avengers

Pairing: GN!Reader x Avengers (Platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Words: 1.2k

You met all the Avengers separately. Originally you had joined Sheild before the Avengers were a thing and one day when you were kidnapped by some crazy scientist that proceeded to experiment on you, you were then considered for the Avengers Initiative... only considered since you couldn’t quite control the random powers you gained from the experiments.  

You met Tony Stark when you had to join Natasha one day at the Stark Tower.  

You were in his little penthouse and were in front of some random... thing that was in his living room, waiting for the man himself to meet up with you and Nat.  

Your hand had reached forward to touch it, to see what it was because you had no clue what it was exactly, when you heard from the elevator; “Don’t breathe on that, it’s expensive.”  

You froze and then straightened up before turning to the voice, who turned out to be Tony. Nat was sitting on the couch, covering up a small grin in amusement at the innocent look you had put on your face.  

Tony swaggered over and dragged his eyes over your person.  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You gave a big grin as you rocked on the balls of your feet.  

Tony’s lips twitched before scoffing. “We’ll get along great.”

-

You met Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes one day after getting back from a mission that went a little sideways. You had just walked into the communal area in bloody clothes when you paused at the site of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.  

They also paused at the site of you standing there like a deer in headlights.  

Brushing off the sudden and shocked silence, you grinned and waved at the two. “Hiiiii! I’m Y/N otherwise known as [Alias]. Nice to meet you two!”  

Bucky raised an eyebrow and looked you over slowly while Steve opened his mouth slowly while frowning his eyebrows. “Uhhh... Steve.” He gave a major pause while opening and closing his mouth.  

Bucky picked up the question. “Is that blood?” He tilted his head.  

You looked down at your clothes and then looked up. Biting your lip before slowly answering. “No...?” You even looked confused at your answer.  

Bucky gave a bark of a laugh while Steve looked more concerned. “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”  

You chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of your neck.  

-

How you met Bruce Banner was even worse.  

You had just accidentally broken a very expensive training robot and had just walked out of the training room and bumped into Bruce.  

Grinning guiltily, you put your hands behind your back. “Did you see that?” You asked casually.

He had glanced behind you while adjusting his glasses and saw the robot on fire and looked lost. “Umm...”

“The correct answer is no... no you didn’t. Nice to meet you Dr. Banner!” You spoke cheerily before taking off down the hallway as fast as you could.  

-

Thor and Loki were interesting.  

Thor was in the living room, plastered to the glass overlooking the city of Stark Tower when you walked in and he was grinning as he observed everything.  

“Lady Natasha! What is the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?!” He pointed somewhere.  

Curious, you followed Nat over to the window and looked to where he was pointing and you laughed heartedly as Nat deadpanned. “Those are children... That’s a school.” She said with no emotion in her tone. Making you laugh even more, to the point you leaned against the window next to them.  

Meeting Loki was during the Invasion when you were making your way to the top of the Tower with Nat and you misjudged where to land so you landed on the area that was Tony’s suit landing area... You tucked and rolled and then landed in front of some feet.

Freezing, you stared at the boots for a moment. Thinking to yourself, “Shitshitshitshitshit... why me?”  

“Mortal...” A deep accented voice spoke from above you. Leaking of arrogance and prestige.  

You rushed to stand up and straightened up. But you froze at the man before you. Why did he have to be so attractive...

You laughed nervously as Loki examined you from top to bottom. “Don’t mind me...I’ll just go find a corner to have my existential crisis.” You tried to move to the side to walk around him, but he cut you off with the Septer. You looked down at it and then back up.  

“Shouldn’t you be worshipping me, mortal?” He gave a mad grin, which made his appearance look a little more haggard.  

In your mind, you said yes but outward you spoke. “Not interested, thanks.” You gave an anxious grin.  

Loki’s face dropped for a moment but took steps closer to you. He looked out the window behind me and then turned back to you. “This is a beautiful world.” He said sarcastically will a tilt of his head and smarmy grin.  

You gave a big eye smile and sassed “Shame you came from so far away to destroy it, huh?”

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Not really.”

Quickly you ducked and then took off away from him. You gave him a sassy salute and grin, observing his face as he looked at you shocked for a moment. “Later, Mischief!”  

-

Meeting Clint was the most fun. He was the one that recruited you. After escaping the scientist that experimented on you, you were living on the street for a good while.  

You had just stolen some food from an expensive restaurant and had made your way to one of the building’s roof to sit and eat while enjoying the view.  

In the middle of your meal, a man sat next to you and took a bite from the container. “Pretty snazzy food you got there.”

You froze and watched him wide eyed for a moment before contemplating jumping to escape.  

He nonchalantly took another bite as he looked over the city. “Don’t jump, I don’t wanna have to chase you. It took a while to track you down.”

You frowned your eyebrows and sighed. “What are you? Cop?”  

He snorted. “Nah, I just worked for a company called The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division.”

You blinked and scrunched your face up. “What? Did someone not know how to shorten names?”  

“I think they are going to shorten it to S.H.I.E.L.D.” He shrugged and then reached up to adjust something on the side of his head. You notice of the hearing aid and your lips twitched before straightening up.  

“And why have you been tracking me down?” You started to swing your legs over the side of the building as you observed the man next to you.  

He gave a smile, “I think I have a job for you kid.”

-

Natasha was short and sweet...  

A few months after your training finally finished, Clint told you that he had someone he wanted you to meet and potentially become your mentor.  

Following Clint into a training room in one of Sheild’s headquarter buildings, you spotted a red headed lady with a face set into an emotionless mask.  

You walked up with Clint and Clint spoke up, “Nat, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Natasha Romanoff, otherwise known as the Black Widow.”

Your face set into an awed expression. “Woahhhh, so badass...” You grinned. “You get on Clint’s nerves, too?” You teased.  

You saw her lips twitch but her mask remained. She looked you up and down before turning to Clint. “They’ll do.”

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[starkillazz]

This is an OLDD request, like probably 2016 ish old 😅

Would y’all be interested in this 👀

Never Again

Request : Hello :) May I send you a Bucky request where you were his first love after his Winter Soldier time and now lived with him in Bucharest. Then he gets manipulated again and doesn’t recognize you anymore. Sometime later you get hurt during an attack really bad and when Bucky sees you laying bleeding and unconscious on the Asphalt, it clicks in his head and he gets back to "normal" again. He stays then at your bedside, caring for you & promising to become a better Person for you :) <3 Thank you :)

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings : Angst and feels, duh 

Words :

he promised to never let his guard down and get manipulated and for the first time in his life time he meant it. not once after that did he fall back in the hands of hydra with that dreaded words poem and even tho steve was a little jealous he wasnt the one that helped him he was glad to have barnes back

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[vilentia]

Avengers Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

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[fandomizer]

𝑫ø𝒘𝒏 𝑩𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒚

Angst, Songfic

Tony Stark x daughter! Reader

TW: Character death

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𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝕽𝖔𝖙

[𝑫ø𝒘𝒏 𝑩𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒚]      

01:03 ——◦———— 02:46

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↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

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"We're sorry Mr. Stark."

"Where?"

...

Down by the bay

He could still hear her singing. Voice of an Angel. Which no longer sang.

It was no-one's fault, really. She was just in the wrong place in wrong time.

Or was she?

Or was it his fault for not going there to collect her? Leaving her in the hands of the devil. Leaving her in misery.

The room, man was in was all messy. In a way nobody ever saw. It must be a miracle for the man to not black-out from exhaustion too.

Down by the bay

He couldn't unsee the truth. Dirt, blood, scratches, wounds. Anything but them. His mind was screaming that it was his fault. And he started to really think it indeed was.

The cries of help was unheard. He should be there but he was up to no good. They should've saved her. He should have saved her. How was he going to save the world if he can't even keep his little girl safe.

Where the watermelon rot

Nobody should have seen it. Find her. She ought to rot. It was an accident. It was planed. They have to pay. She didn't deserve it. Still got it.

Lights.

Camera.

Action.

Where the watermelon rot

That boy has to pay. Revenge was always an option, which shouldn’t be. It never helps with the wound. And he knew it. It only tears your slowly closing up scar wide open.

If you go home

They didn't let her.

If you go home

They had gone.

Just don't get caught

With her help. Her screams.

Just don't get caught - caught -

They got caught. But it doesn't change anything and fix the damege.

But if you do

They will kill you. You won't be able to hurt anyone else.

You will be dead.

My mother will say

Stop crying.

What are you gonna do?

You don't wanna know

How much it hurt her. He wanted to punch the boy in the video.

What's outside the windows

The man looked at the lake outside his house. To met with his youngest and now only daughter playing with a camera. He went outside. Needing a distraction. But it made everything worse as he heard her voice. His breathing got fast and harsh.

The little girl turned around as in her cue. "Look daddy, what I found!" she said with exitement and curiosity leaking from every word. Maybe even from every breath.

He had to be calm and collected. For the little girl. For her. He started with taking slow and rythemic breaths. In and out. 'Yeah, great start Tony! Great start.'

"What did you get there Morgan?" he asked, feeling very unconfortable as he did so.

With that she looked up to her father and showed a video of a young girl singing. He knew this was coming but still, he wasn't ready. He just looked at the girl in the video. Too focused to even see his daughter, move back and fort, 'dance'.

"What's wrong daddy?" this brought him back to reality.

"Where did you find this, Morgan?" he asked a few drops of tear escaping from the corner of his eyes.

"In the attic." a little pause, "Isn't she pretty, daddy? And her voice is so goood." she, Morgan, said prolonging the -o'es- in good.

Nodding Tony said "You're right Morgan, she's lovely." he took a deep breath "You wanna know something 'bout her?"

Morgan, nodded so fast that her father thought she would break her neck, for a second. "Her name is–was (Y/N). (Y/N) Morgan Stark." he said fast at fixing his mistake.

"Ohh, we have the same name." little Morgan said, looking directly into her father's eyes for him to continue.

"She is your... She is your sister, Morgan." he finished with his eyes closed as if he was Afraid of her reaction.

Morgan's eyes widened to that "I have a sister? I have a sister! I have a sister!" she was jumping around with eximent. "When can I meet her? When can I meet her??"

"Not anytime soon, Morgan."

"Why?" now confused and calm girl asked, stopping with her jumps, with lack of eximent in her voice.

"Because..." he sighned and continued "Because, she's no longer with us."

"Can't you bring her back daddy? Like you always do."

"I can't Morgan. She is in a different place."

"So? Don't be silly pa'. Uncle Thor is also You can do this, in another place but you always manage to bring him back." 'In the end you always get your way, am I wrong?'  he could hear her voice. That sassy tone of hers, which he dearly missed and would die to hear one more time, for real. Holding a conversation with her rather than watching old videos and her last one to only hear her unheard screams. All over again and again and again.

"This is different Morgan. This time no one can bring her back. Not even me."

"But why? What happened to her? Where is she?" she asked with full of curiosity and the singing stopped.

Down by the bay

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"Please! Stop it please! Aaah!" the teen girl begged for her torturer to stop.

"You had this coming up on yourself, girly."

...

"We're sorry Mr. Stark, but we can't let you join the search."

...

"JARVIS search the whole city!"

...

"This is Tao speaking, we found something."

"It's obvious that she was tortured. Unsub must had tied her up and beat her down. Then stabbed her multiple times. Leaving her vitals unharmed. She must have been in a lot of pain till she died."

...

"We're sorry Mr. Stark."

"Where?"

...

Where the watermelon rot...

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[bucky-barmes]

♥︎ You should see me in a crown, but you won't ♥︎

Being the daughter of the royal family sounds all fun and games, except when you despise it all. The only one that seems to care is your bodyguard, James, but will that cause friction with your father?

bodyguard!Bucky x f!royalty!reader

word count: 2,976

chapter 1

warnings: angst, so much angst (i was in a major angsty mood apparently) asshole bucky (& i'm not even sorry tbh), no nsfw themes yet

As always, my blog is 18+ only, minors dni

[ all my work is my own and not to be reposted or translated anywhere else ]

[ gif from @unearthlydust ]

Your father was seriously off the mark if he expected you to actually show up to breakfast at 7am. The only reason you were awake in the morning at all was thanks to your old Governess, Juliana.

Even though your baby sister, Aria, was almost 18 and nowhere near being an actual baby anymore, your father insisted on keeping her around. He probably felt bad, people weren’t exactly looking for governesses in this day and age.

“It’s almost 8:30.” Christian, your father, boomed as you dragged yourself into the dining room, the smell of bacon being your only motive.

“And you’re lucky I’m here at all.” You shot him a glare as you slid into your usual seat between your mother and sister. “I’d still be asleep and away from you if it weren’t for Juliana.” The words came out as a growl as you piled bacon rashers and eggs onto your plate.

“Darling, don’t speak to your father like that, please.” The last part of your mothers sentence came out as almost a beg, a plead to not do this first thing in the morning. She knew how you felt about your father, and that the relationship had always been a complicated one, but she couldn’t stand it when the two of you went at it like that.

“Sorry, mum.” Was all you could bare to mumble out, eyes lowered at the plate of food, not wanting to meet your mothers sad eyes. You hated disappointing your mother, but your father made it hard sometimes.

“What was that? I’m not sure you mother could hear you.” Christian’s hold on his knife and fork tightened as he stared you down. So it was going to be like that, was it?

“Oh, I’m sure she did, considering she’s sitting right next to me.” Your jaw jut out in defiance. There was no way you were going to let his shit slide today. “Right, mum?”

“Yes, I heard you quite fine,” your mother agreed, her pleading eyes now directed at her husband. “How did you find the ball last night?” She looked back to you as she took a delicate bite of the bacon on her fork.

“Intolerable, as usual.” Your reply came out between mouthfuls of bacon, a silent prayer for the nausea that was beginning to rise in your stomach to fade.

“I see your lack of food etiquette has followed from last night.” Christian sent you a disgusted scowl, before turning his attention to his wife. “She turned down every single eligible bachelor I had arranged for her to speak with. You need to control her.”

You mentally thanked your father for avoiding the part of last nights story that involved your early departure. As much as you both despised each other, there was an unspoken agreement to never tell your mother about your extracurricular activities. You both knew it would devastate her, and that was something neither of you were willing to do.

“Sweetheart, when are you going to allow your heart to open and just entertain the thought of seeing someone?” The sadness in your mothers voice was deafening. “And if it’s a problem with the fact that they’ve all been men, I’m sure we could work something out, right Dear?”

Christian almost choked on his mouthful egg and toast. “Well, I suppose so-” he cleared his throat. “But one can’t exactly continue the bloodline if they’re,” he paused, struggling to find the right words so as not to upset your mother. “Well, you know.” His sentence trailed off, deciding less was more unless he wanted to endure a lecture from his beloved wife.

“Don’t worry, I like men, if that’s what you’re concerned about. Just not the awful ones that dad is so great at choosing.”

Before the conversation could go on, and potentially end up with your father being chastised by your mother for being so closed-minded, the door to the dining room opened.

Your eyes lit up as they landed on the body emerging from the hall. It was your bodyguard, James. You gave him a small but bright smile as he entered, but you were merely offered a curt nod in response, before he turned to acknowledge your father.

“Good morning, your Majesty,” he bowed his head slightly, then turned to your mother. “Your Highness.” Another bow. “My Lady.” His eyes met your little sister, Aria, as he spoke, this time with a slightly smaller bow.

Finally, he had made his was around the table to you, but all you received was a brief moment of eye contact accompanying the formal “my Lady” before he bowed his head and moved to the corner of the room to wait for further instructions from your father.

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t hurt like a bitch. After the events of last night, of him allowing you to use his nickname, the name some men had nearly died for using. Of course your father would try to ruin the only good thing you had in your life.

There was no other possible explanation, he had to have threatened James back into line. He had only ever been this formal with you during his first couple of moths working with you. Now the two of you had almost 10 years of history together, and you were determined to get that back.

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Breakfast was well and truly over now, and you were getting ready for the day when James entered your room. “Care to explain what the hell that was?” You just about threw your hairbrush at him as you spoke anger coursing through you.

“I’ve realised our working relationship has been getting too personal.” He was still standing in the doorway, arms clasped behind his back, eyes looking straight ahead at nothing in particular.

“You realised that, or my father gave you an ultimatum?” Your eyes narrowed at him through the mirror you were sitting in front of.

“His Majesty employs me, not you.” That elicited a scoff from you.

“And since when did you care about what my father thinks? The last I remember, you hated him almost as much as me, Bucky.” You instantly regretted the final word out of your mouth, all sense of confidence dissolved at the speed in which James moved to you, standing behind you, towering over you.

“Don’t ever call me that again.” His voice was low, each word enunciated sharply. It sent a shiver down your spine. How could he turn so cold so quickly?

A meek “sorry” was all you could manage as you fumbled with the hairbrush still in your hand. You may have had your eyes glued down at your hands, but you could feel James’ boring through you, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I’ll be escorting you to the ball tonight.” James stepped back to his place in the doorway, hands behind his back and eyes looking ahead again, demeanour snapping back as if the previous interaction had never happened.

“And there will be no leaving early this time.” Momentarily, his eyes flicker to yours in the mirror. If there was any emotion behind them, it was impossible for you to pick up. “The Majesty has requested that you have a list of your picks from the suitors he’s lined up for you. You won’t be leaving the ball without that list.” With that, he ducked out of the room, but not before a sharp nod in the direction of your wardrobe, signalling you to get a move on.

You sat there, motionless, for what felt like hours, but could have been only minutes. You could only assume as much seeing as James would have most definitely returned and thrown any old outfit from your wardrobe at you. Well, at least, he would have before, who knows what he would be like now.

The weather was nice out, sunny without being too warm, so you decided on your favourite jeans, the ones that hugged your body in all the right places, paired with a basic satin button down blouse. Loose and flow-y, perfect for catching the late spring breeze. Also a staple outfit you knew you would be comfortable in, no matter what the day threw at you. On your way out the door, you slipped on your ankle boots.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Christian pursed his lips as you entered the combined lounge and dining area for the second time that day.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise there was a dress code for that day?” You bit back almost immediately, eyeing the room to see what everyone else was wearing. Your mother and sister were both wearing nice summer dresses, the kind regular families would wear to fancy family lunches. Even James was in one of his best suits.

“So, apparently I missed the memo, what’s happening today?” You shot daggers at your father as you questioned, sending them James’ way first when your eyes wandered back to Christian.

“Well, if you were ever actually present for family conversations, you would know that we’re going to the Beauchamp’s for lunch today.”

It was enough for you to try and hold the eye roll in, let alone that groan that begged to accompany it. The Beauchamp’s were one of the neighbouring royal families. The ones that just so happened to be one of your most despised.

“I don’t suppose this has anything to do with trying to set me him?” A shudder rippled through you at the thought. The fathers of the two families had been trying to set up you and their eldest son, Kingsley. You couldn’t make it up if you tried. A royal family calling their son Kingsley. That was too much, even for you. Then you throw in the fact that he was a right asshole. The thought of it all made you want to gag.

“Well, there’s no time to change now.” Christian sighed, looking your outfit up and down again. “This will have to do. I suppose we should be thankful that it’s actually covering everything.”

The slim patience you had left for the day was beginning to wear thin. You knew he was talking about the aftermath of your dress from last night. “Well maybe I just won’t go, don’t want to embarrass the family with my disgraceful outfit.”

“Unlikely,” Christian scoffed. “You’re the topic of conversation for this lunch. You’ll be there and you’ll be on your best behaviour.”

~

The lunch could not be going worse. Much to your surprise, the Beauchamp’s actually liked your outfit, Kingsley especially, as the top few buttons undone on your blouse left plenty for him to gawk at.

It made your blood boil. But what made your blood boil even more was that James didn’t seem to care at all. Under any other circumstance, he would have been death glaring him to hell and back, potentially even pointing it out and telling him to ‘quit it unless he wanted to lose an eye’. But James just stood there by the door, looking at no one or nothing in particular. And that upset you more than anything.

The topic of you and Kingsley marrying had already been brought up three times, and every time you chose not to answer, blatantly ignoring everyone throwing questions at you. You could see how much it was affecting your father, and you loved it.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” You pushed your seat back from the table and stood, making your way inside. James followed closely on your heel.

“What the hell are you trying to pull in there?” He hissed in your ear, annoyance evident in his tone. You knew exactly what he was talking about, but decided you weren’t going to entertain him. If he was going to treat you like nothing more than a job, so would you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your tone is casual as you fix your lipstick in the mirror of the bathroom, James following you inside and remaining behind you, scowling at you through the reflection.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. Why are you acting like such a child, your father is just trying to find you a husband.”

Your eyes snapped up to his in the reflection, narrowing dangerously. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I don’t /want/ to get married? Maybe I don’t want to be another pawn in his royal game.” You turned to face him now, glaring up at him. “And you know damn well what I think about all this bullshit with arranged marriages, so why don’t you cut the crap James, my father isn’t watching over you right now. What the hell happened to you?” You hadn’t noticed it, but your voice was steadily raising as you spoke, to the point of almost yelling.

James could only scoff. “What the hell happened? Maybe I realised that our relationship was getting too personal. I’m your bodyguard, Y/N, it’s my job to make sure you stay safe and keep your annoying ass out of trouble. That’s it.” You’d be lying if you said those words didn’t hurt. A lot.

“Wow, James, that’s really what you think of me? So I’m just some annoying princess you were assigned to?” You’re lost for words, all you could manage was a disdainful laugh.

“Fuck this, I’m going home.” You shoved past him to leave the bathroom, but he grabbed your forearm with his right hand.

“Like hell you are. You’re staying for this lunch whether you like it or not, Christian’s orders.”

“And when have I ever followed any of his orders? Let me go.” You attempted to pull your arm from his grip, but it only tightened.

“Well you will be starting to, today.” He moved to drag you back to the table outside, but you pulled back in resistance, causing him to grip even tighter.

“You won’t win this, Y/N.” James’ eyes narrowed at you, pulling you towards him again, harder this time.

“Ow, James, you’re hurting me now.” Your eyes widened at his attitude, at the sheer flip he had done from just a couple of days ago. The thought brought tears to your eyes. Never, once, in the entire time he had worked with you, had he ever even got close to accidentally hurting you, let alone intentionally. The thought made you instinctively retract into yourself, sullenly trying to pull your arm back with you.

For just a second, James’ eyes flashed with guilt, his grip loosening just enough for you to draw your arm in and grab the spot he had gripped, bruises already started to form.

You pushed past him before he could stop you again. “I’m going home, James, you can’t stop me.”

You were halfway up the driveway of the Beauchamp’s estate when a car honked a slowed beside you.

“Let me drive you, Princess.” James spoke to you from the window, slowly rolling along with your walking pace, but you ignored him.

“You can’t walk home, princess, it’ll take hours.”

“Who said I’m walking?” You bit back.

“How else would you get home? It’s not safe.” There was concern in his words, but you didn’t trust that it was genuine.

“What’s it to you? If something happens to me then you won’t have to worry about my annoying ass anymore.” You snapped back, stopping in your tracks to glare at him.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it, Y/N.” He stopped the car, getting out.

“Then why would you say it then? It sure sounded like you meant it.”

“Just get in the damn car and let me drive you home, for Christ’s sake.” James’ voice had risen, not unlike yours in the bathroom before.

“Why are you so fucking pissed at me, James? I’ve done absolutely nothing to you and you start treating me like shit out of nowhere. Maybe I’d be better off marrying Kingsley, or any one of my fathers arranged marriages, just to get the fuck away from you.” You were practically screaming at him now, right up in his face, stabbing into his chest with your finger.

James went silent, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. “I’m taking you home.” He opened the back door and pushed you inside, his job made easy as you closed the distance between you moments before. There was no getting out of it even if you wanted to. You did, however, want to go home.

The car ride back to your estate was silent and tense. James glancing at you every so often through the rearview mirror, hands gripping the steering wheel like he was trying to choke the life out of it.

The second he opened your door for you, you were out of the car and marching inside and away from him, James following you the whole way to your room.

You made it inside your room and slammed the door shut just before he reached you. The sound of the lock clicking a deafening symbol loss of connection between the two of you. He stood outside of your door, fists resting on it.

“Can we just… talk?” He sounded defeated, yet still nothing like the James you knew before.

“I have nothing left to say, James, and I think I’ve heard enough from you.” He couldn’t see you, but you were stood facing him from the other side of the door, arms folded over you chest in frustration at him.

“Fine, if you’re going to act like a child, you’ll be treated like a child.” His words hit you like ice, sending a chill down you spine. “I’ll see you at breakfast, Princess.”

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[the-avengers-compound19]

Birthday Surprise (teaser)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (established), Loki x Eddie/Venom x fem!reader (only for this one night and nothing between two{2}+ males)

Warnings: smut, language, 5 way?, 4.5 way?, pet names, overstim, oral (f & m), both protected and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), probably other stuff by the time I’m done writing it

18+ only please!

PS- Take a look at my purely Bucky Barnes tumblr! It’s linked below :)

@bucks-metal-arm19​

“You talked them all…into this?” You asked Bucky, voice shaky and blood thrumming with arousal as you took in the two other men standing before you and the thin arm of Venom that sprung out from the back of Eddie’s shoulder in a small wave.

“Yes, doll. Though it was quite easy; all of them were on board in an instant when I told them that you specifically asked for them to be a part of your birthday present. Turns out, they’re all attracted to you.” Buck shot you a lopsided grin as he reached backwards to lock the door to your shared suite at the tower. 

“Friday? Can you put up the sound barrier that we talked about?” Bucky called out into the open air, and got a confirmation a couple moments later in the form of air whooshing around all of you.

“I will say, we were all a little surprised when you asked for us by name.” Eddie chimed in, voice husky as his head cocked to the side while looking at you. 

“‘Us’ being both you AND Venom, huh?” you grinned back, albeit a little shyly as you realized that Bucky was bringing your biggest fantasy to life. 

“Exactly. I can't wait to get a taste of you.” Venom chimed in from Eddie’s shoulder, having swapped the arm appendage for a replica of his head.

“You and I both.” Loki husked out, sliding the hair tie that was wrapped around his wrist and quickly tied his hair at the back of his head. 

“I fully intend to watch the first round, doll. How does that sound?” Bucky asked from his position behind you, fingers curling around your shoulders and messaging the tense muscles that he found.

“P-perfect.” You replied, eyes fluttering closed as Buck moved his hands to the straps of your dress and slowly started tugging them down your shoulders to pool at your elbows. 

“Gentlemen?” Buck called from his position, a grin curling up his lips just how you liked it. Their heads all perked up at the call, eyes moving from their journey over your exposed skin to meet Bucky’s own gaze. 

“Have fun.” He pulled the rest of the flimsy fabric down to your ankles and backed away as you gasped audibly, moving to cover your now-exposed breasts and lace-covered mound but the men were faster. 

Loki had a hand wrapped around your throat in an instant, tipping your jaw back as his thumb pressed into the pulse point and taking away just a smidge of the oxygen flowing through your body.

 “Ah ah, kitten. You wanted this, right? Asked for it? Begged for it?” Loki growled low in his throat, eyes darkening as every second ticked by while Eddie dropped to his knees before you started pulling the fabric from your ankles so there would be no tripping hazards. 

“Yes, sir. I did. I do.” You told him, eyes fluttering as you felt two sets of lips and teeth starting to press kisses and sucks and bites along your calves and up the inside of your thighs. 

#bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #loki god of mischief #bucky x you #loki x y/n #eddie venom #venom smut #eddie brock #fandom crossover #eddie brock smut #avengers one shot #avengers smut

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Secret- Yelena Belova

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Characters: Yelena Belova

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- can you please do “I’m not going to be your secret anymore.” w/ Yelena Belova

Word Count: 422

Author: Charlotte

It made sense to keep your relationship hidden. In your line of work, emotions were not supposed to be part of anything you did, and love was certainly off the table, especially if it was with another black widow. Surprisingly that wasn’t the most daunting part that had led to you keeping your relationship hidden, rather your best friend was her older sister and neither of you wanted to deal with telling her that you were together. At first it felt special, just having Yelena to yourself, not having to answer questions or justify anything, just having the woman that held your heart and whilst others were around you appreciated the stolen glances you shared.

You trusted Natasha with your life, but you didn’t know how she’d feel about her sister and best friend being together and although you could blissfully be ignorant to it, guilt began to flood you, knowing it would only hurt her the longer you kept the secret from her. Yelena’s guilt was unknown to you, but she was less willing to let the cat out of the bag and wanted to keep the relationship a secret. You tried to accept that, but time only made it harder and finally you had to pull her to the side when Natasha wasn’t around and tell her the truth.

“I can’t keep doing this,” you admitted. “I love you Yelena but I’m not going to be your secret anymore. It’s just going to hurt Nat more if we keep this from her.”

“She will be mad either way,” she stated.

You shook your head. “I doubt she’ll be happy, but I can’t keep being dishonest to her and everyone else. It was nice just having you to myself, but I am ready to show you to the world and I don’t think I can keep staying in the shadows.”

Yelena paused for a moment, avoiding your gaze. For people that were meant to keep their emotions at bay, you both had internal turmoil that certainly proved otherwise.

“Is it really that important to you?” She questioned.

“Yes, I love you, but I also love her. I don’t wish to hurt either of you.”

She hesitantly nodded her head. “She is going to kick both of our arses, but I guess it’s worth it for you.”

A smile curled upon your lips. “So, we can tell her?”

“Yes, we can tell her,” she sighed. “I hope that you know what we are getting ourselves into.”

“Anything is worth being with you.”

#Secret #Anon #Request #Yelena Belova #Yelena Belova Imagine #Yelena Belova One Shot #Black Widow #Black Widow Imagine #Black Widow One Shot #Avengers #Avengers Imagine #Avengers One Shot #Marvel #Marvel Imagine #Marvel One Shot #Charlotte

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine Life After the third snap (Part 13)

Masterlist

-When you awoke, you were in your room at the cabin, the blanket was pulled over you, and a heavy weight laid next to you. As you slowly opened your eyes, you expected to see Sam, however instead you were met with the familiar sight of Pookie, and a mess of wild brown waves, her soft snores filling the room as you forced a smile, and placed a hand on her hair. Her small frame stirring at the touch as she whispered your name, “Yeah Morgan?”

“Is this a dream?”

“I’m afraid not, but you know what? We are gonna get through this because we have each other, and mommy, and Peter, and all of our superhero family.”

-She curled more into you, and soon she had fallen back to sleep, of course a few tears were shed, but as you watched her drift back into dream land you couldn’t help but smile, as you thanked Tony for giving you the support system you needed to mourn him.

-Once she was asleep you pulled yourself from bed, and stumbled downstairs to see Pepper sitting in the lab, a cold cup of tea on the table as she stared at the wall. Your shoulder leaned against the doorway as you whispered, “Can’t sleep?”

“As soon as I told her, the first thing she did was run to you, because she wanted to make sure her older sister was okay.” Pepper whispered, “My daughter just found out her hero isn’t coming home, and yet she…”

“Acted just like you would.” You smiled, “Tony told me how you always made sure he was okay before yourself.”

“What can I say… the man was a train wreck.”

“Yeah, but he was our train wreck.” You chuckled, “Oh my gosh, do you remember the time we were both sick, gosh I think Morgan was two, and we were so scared to give it to her we ended up isolating ourselves in my room, and Tony had to take care of her all by himself.”

“Meanwhile we watched all of Sex in the City in a week, and ate our weight in chicken soup just so that we would get better before he accidentally lost her.” Pepper chuckled

“Wasn’t that the time he also did accidentally lose her in the house?”

“No, that was when she was just learning to run, and while his back was turned she raced out into the yard.”

“Just as you and Happy were pulling into the driveway.” You smiled, “Gosh, where was I?”

“In the Mirror Dimension, making sure that Steve was okay.”

“Come to think of it, where is everyone?”

“Sam and Peter wanted to stay, however Steve and Rhodey thought it might be best that they all go stay in the motel five miles away, said that we should have our time together to properly absorb all of this.”

“He would.” You chuckled, “How’s Happy?”

“He’s sitting on the back porch, said he wanted some alone time.” Pepper replied as you sat on the floor, looking at her, “Hey Pep, did you ever keep track of how many times Tony accidentally bought you Strawberries?”

“Before he was the man in the suit, 138 times. After, never.” She smiled

-That’s how you two spent the rest of the night, just reminiscing on a time where Tony Stark was there to brighten your lives.

-Before going to bed you stated, “Oh I almost forgot, Tony wanted you to see this.”

“What is it?” She asked as you produced his helmet, “It’s the helmet he was wearing with the suit when he was in space. He said he recorded two messages there, one was from five years ago… and the other… Well,the other he told me to play at his funeral.”

-You both went to bed finally at 5am, you were rummaging through your pajamas, looking for a comfy pair. However you stopped when your hand brushed over a grey tshirt, the fabric was soft, and stretched. Pulling it out you looked at it, and held it close to your chest.

“Damn it.” You shouted from the living room, Tony emerged from the lab as he looked at you holding an infant Morgan in your arms.

“What?”

“She just spit up on my only clean shirt.” You groaned as he started to chuckle, and lifted his shirt over his head, “of course she would do that on laundry day.”

“Here kid.” He replied, tossing the fabric at you, before coming around the couch to take the content child. It was then that you noticed he was shirtless before you, and realize what he did, “Tony, you don’t have to…”

“[Y/N], I have a hundred of them, I think I can spare letting you have one, besides when I die, you are going to be able to make millions off of that shirt.”

You just chuckled and shook your head, “Knowing you, you’ll figure out how to live forever without selling your soul to Dormammu.”

“Still don’t know who that is, but he sounds cool.” He joked as you took the shirt to the bathroom to change.

-You slipped the gray fabric over your head, and put on a pair of sleep shorts, before curling up in your bed, and staring at the ceiling as the morning sun started to peek through your window.

-That morning when Morgan woke up, you and Happy had made a huge breakfast, which none of you really ate, the four of you pushed the food around your plates.

-When you were done with the little food you ate, you excused yourself to the lab, and sat at the table, “Pull up the inter dimensional time travel blueprints.”

“Right away Miss Strange.” Your voice responded back to you, as the blueprints lit up in front of you, your eyes scanning over all the scribbles Tony had made as you smiled, “I still can’t believe we pulled it off.”

-While you were there Steve showed up with Sam and Bucky. Pepper smiled in her black dress as the three entered, her smile thin as she whispered, “Steve, Sam, Bucky, looks like you three are the first here.”

“Ma’am.” Bucky replied as Sam and Steve each hugged her

“She is in the lab if you guys want to talk to her, fair warning though, she is still in her pajamas.” Pepper smiled, before heading towards Morgan’s room to make sure she was ready, both Steve and Bucky looked at Sam, before finally Steve spoke, “If you want I can…”

“No, I got it.” Sam replied, before heading towards you, all the words he wanted to say over the past 9 years came flooding to his mind as he started to open the door. However when he did they all left his mind, as he looked at your watering eyes scan over the holograms, your natural beauty overtaking him as his breath hitched. His heart rate accelerated as your eyes shifted down at him, and a smile turned up on your lips, “Hi.”

“Hey.” He whispered as he shut the door, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handle as you stated, “Ghost mode.” Causing everything to disappear, leaving just you and him in the empty space.

“You look nice.” You smiled, gesturing towards the suit, as he looked down, and chuckled, “Oh this old thing, I bought it ages ago when I was trying to impress a girl by taking her to hear some fancy doctor speak.”

“Did it work?” You asked

“Yeah… it did.” He smiled as he noticed you wipe your face, and exhaled, “Sorry, it’s just…”

“Hey, I get it.” He whispered, “Trust me, even with a tear stained face you are still gorgeous.”

“Well thank you Mister Wilson, however as much as I appreciate the flattery, I really must go get ready.” You stood up and started to pass him, his silence deafening as you brushed against his arm, and went to open the door. Peering out you saw no one was around and turned to his back, “However you are more than welcome to join me, if you like.”

-He didn’t, but that’s because he knew you needed a moment to yourself, which you took while looking at the only black dress you had at the cabin. With a pained smile though you looked and saw the tulle fabric of a maroon dress, and smiled. Taking it out of the closet you held it against your torso, and observed the reflection in the mirror, as you whispered, “You would have hated that everyone was in black anyway. I mean you always hated funerals.”

-When Pepper saw you she smiled, and whispered to Rhodey, “He would have loved that she wore that.”

“Why? Cause it is the same color as 75% of his suit?”

“No, because she is celebrating Tony the way he always wanted, like it is a party.”

-Bucky took one look at you and let out a long whistle, “Damn, the sheep would be so jealous right now.”

“Please, they would probably be in shock that their owner actually owns more than just the Wakanda garb.” You replied as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to his side, his lips meeting your temple as you joked, “Can we get sheep?”

“We? You act like…”

“I mean now that you all are back, I assume you will be living at the upstate compound with us, once we rebuild.”

“[Y/N].... I don’t….” He started, but Clint cut in, “Now killer, you can’t be hogging my favorite wizard all to yourself.”

-When your father arrived he walked over swiftly to hug you, as you did however you whispered, “You knew didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why wouldn’t you have told me, I would have said….”

“He wouldn’t have let you say goodbye, he would have told you he wasn’t going anywhere. He would have made a promise and refused to have broken it because it was a promise to you. Despite everyone in his life, Tony Stark has six true weaknesses, Peter, Happy, Rhodey, Morgan, Pepper, and you, and if he made a promise to stay alive to anyone of those people, it wouldn’t have worked.”

“I know.” You exhaled, “But it still hurts.”

-You walked away after saying that.

-Pepper asked you to sit on the couch with her, at first you started to say no, but she cut you off, “You were as much family to Tony as I was, you deserve to sit there with me.”

-When the funeral started, Morgan wanted to sit on your lap, which you allowed, your arm looping around her waist as the hologram began to project in the living room.

-Sam was standing a bit back from where you sat, Happy and Rhodey standing right behind you, along with Wanda, whose hand was resting on your shoulder as the hologram moved about the living room.

-“I love you 3000.” Tony’s hologram smiled as he stopped in front of Morgan, the glimmer of his eye shining as you looked into the eyes of your best friend, the tears trailing down your face as his image faded. Your free hand went to Pepper’s thigh as she looked towards Morgan, who was still confused about the whole ordeal.

-At the funeral, you stood back from Pepper and Morgan, who was clinging to you when you all walked to the lake. However when you stopped and let go of her hand, you whispered, “Go with momma, I’ll be right here.”

-Sam walked up behind you and placed his hand in yours, as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Bucky took the spot to your left, and placed a hand on your shoulder as well. You stood there for what felt like hours, watching the five minutes scene before you in slow motion. As you watched, Sam gave your hand a slight squeeze, and leaned his head down to kiss your temple. As he did, you closed your eyes, and exhaled, before whispering, “I love you.”

“I know.” He said into your temple, before lifting his head, and watching Pepper place the Arc Reactor into the lake.

-When she was done you turned to your left and saw Peter for the first time that afternoon with May, your hand slipped from Sam’s as you sped walked towards the young lad and engulfed his frame, his hands clawing into your back as you pulled him as tight as you could. The tears slipping from both of your eyes, as you both relished in the fact Peter was back, and mourned the man who brought you together.

-After about an hour of mingling with May, Bucky came up behind you, “Doll, I hate to pull you away, but Steve wants you to join us.”

“Course. I’m so sorry May, but I will be right back.”

-She was very understanding, mostly because she saw the look in Bucky’s eyes. She had seen it staring back at her when she lost Ben, heartbreak.

-When you saw Steve he was standing in the woods alone, his body was leaning against a tree near the platform that Bruce was tinkering with. “So it’s all set, you guys are putting everything back in the right timelines.”

“Yeah, everything is going back to the years they belong in.” He forced a smile towards the ground, but you knew Steve well enough to know when he is faking a smile, “Steven Grant Rogers, why are you looking at me like you are never coming back?”

“Nothing gets past her, I told you that.” Bucky smiled as his eyes met yours, and you saw it all in those crystal blue eyes.

“I just lost Tony, don’t ask me to lose you too.” You stated, your voice cracking as Bucky stepped forward and clapped his shoulder, “I’ll give you two a minute.”

-You stood in silence waiting for him to say anything, but nothing came out. After what felt like hours he finally whispered, “This isn’t my time [Y/N].”

“I know, but we are your family, Bucky, Sam, Me, and You. This is our…”

“And she is the love of my life, and now I have a chance to go back to her and live the life I always wanted.”

“I know.” You snapped, tears welling in your eyes as you spoke, “And I know this is what you have always wanted, but do you blame me for wanting to act just a little selfish?”

“No.” He answered, before pulling you to his chest, and wrapped his arms around you hard, “I honestly expected a grander act from you.”

“I don’t have it in me today, because I am overwhelmed by the fact that one of my best friends finally is getting the chance to be happy.”

“Thank you.” He whispered before kissing your hair, “Sam doesn’t know yet, I would like to keep it…”

“I won’t tell him.” You whispered as fresh tears slipped into his suit

“Just promise me one thing, you will take care of those two. Don’t let them kill each other.”

“Understood. I’ll take care of them until the end of the line.” You answered, before hearing Bruce exclaim, “I got it!”

-While you all stood at the base, waiting for Steve to change, you took Sam’s hand and leaned against his arm. His head turning towards you as he whispered, “So what are you doing after this?”

“Probably eating cheeseburgers with Morgan, looking at photos with Pep, and making a dinner that will go untouched with Happy. How about you?”

“I’m just gonna try to cheer up my best girl.” He replied as you smiled, “You sound like Bucky.”

“He called you his best girl?” His eyebrow raised as he shot Bucky a death glare over your head at the super soldier, who threw his hands up in surrender.

“In his defense Shuri and I were his only girls, cause that would have been weird to call the sheep.” You replied, as you squeezed his hand, “Don’t worry, I was too hung up on my ex boyfriend to ever even think about falling in love with the White Wolf.”

“Sounds like he was quite a catch.”

“Who, my ex? Nah he was kinda an ass, obsessed with some stupid metal falcon.”

“That you built me.” He rebuttaled, his tone almost offended as Bucky groaned before walking several feet away, “God do you two always bicker like an old married couple.”

“What can we say, it just comes naturally.” You replied as Steve emerged, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours as your heart slightly broke at the sight. He first made his way over to Sam and you, “You’re a good man Sam, but please, don’t blow it this time.”

“Trust me, I don’t plan on it.” Sam grinned as you let go of his hand and walked over to Bucky, while Bruce explained the importance of returning the stones to the exact time they were taken.

“Deci asta este?” (So this is it?) You started.

“asta vrea Steve, este doar supărător că ne lasă pe toți în urmă.” (this is what Steve wants, it is just upsetting that he is leaving us all behind.)

“Am încercat să-l conving să renunțe la asta” (i tried talking him out of it)

“merită totuși asta și, în plus, cel puțin a lăsat Scutul în mâini capabile” (he deserves this though, and besides, at least he left the Shield in capable hands)

“You know Sam hates when you do that.” Steve interrupted as you both smiled at him

“We know, that’s partly why we do it.” Bucky answered as you replied, “da.” (yes)

Steve rolled his eyes at the both of you, “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky replied as he embraced Bucky first, and then came to you, “Till the end of the line?”

“Always.” You smiled weakly before he engulfed you in a hug, a tear slipped from your eyes, as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

-“How long?” Sam asked, as Bruce answered, “For him, as long as he needs, for us, five seconds.”

Your arm was linked with Bucky’s as you whispered, “Well it looks like you are stuck with me now.”

“No one else I would rather be stuck with.” He smiled as you added, “You do realize Sam and I are a package deal right? To be stuck with one, means you're stuck with the other.”

“Don’t remind me.” Bucky grumbled as the quantum platform zapped Steve away, and five seconds later, he didn’t return, causing Sam and Bruce to panic, as you and Bucky turned towards the lake, and saw a frail man sitting on the bench Tony had built for you to read on, “Sam.”

As Sam turned towards Bucky’s voice he noticed what you both were looking at, as he approached you whispered, “He wanted to talk to you first.”

“You knew?” He whispered as you looked at him, and smiled, “Dumbass, I know everything.”

-“I wanna talk to her.” Steve whispered to Sam, who was still standing in shock with the shield, “I know she is probably furious with me, but I need to talk to her.”

“I don’t think she could ever be mad at you, especially seeing how we once blew up the kitchen when trying to make her brownies.” Sam smiled as Steve chuckled.

“That’s true.”

-When Sam looked at you, you looked at Bucky, “Think it’s for me, or for you?”

“Definitely you.”

-When you got to Steve and sat beside him, Sam looked at you both, “Now don’t go trying to steal my girl.”

“Your girl, last I knew I was a single woman.” You snapped as you looked towards Steve, “He’s just jealous because he knows I have a thing for older men.”

-When Sam walked away, Steve placed a hand on yours, “I know you are probably…”

“No Steve, you were right, this was never your time, I mean I always knew if the opportunity arrived you would go back to her. I just didn’t think….” You let out a sigh after your voice cracked, “I just didn’t think I would be losing you three all in the same week.”

“I know, but you have so many good people to take our places, like Wanda, and Bucky, and we both know Sam is head over heels for you.”

“Well he better be ready to put in the work, cause getting in my pants is going to be a thousand times harder now.”

“I wanna show you something.” He smiled, pulling his wallet from his pocket, and handing you an aging photo. His hands were holding the body of a small girl, her smile bright as you look at her giggling face, “She’s gorgeous.”

“That’s my oldest, you would have loved her, she had the brightest blue eyes, and blonde curls. Her laugh was intoxicating, and you wouldn’t believe how much of her mother’s sass she had, made me glad that I picked the perfect name for her.”

“What was…”

“Natasha [Y/N] Rogers.” He smiled, “Named after two women who mean the world to me.”

-Your eyes were watering at that point, as he leaned over and bumped your arm with his, “I want you to keep that.”

“Steve…”

“You don’t need to say a word kid, I just need you to know, you will always be my favorite. If anyone can take care of those two while I am gone, it’s you.”

“Steve….” you choked out, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He whispered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close as you hugged him back and whispered, “Until the end of the line.”

-About two weeks later Sharon called you, “Hey, I know you know about Great Uncle Steve.”

“Yeah.”

“I was just calling cause Fury had you listed as family in his file.”

“He passed away, didn’t he?” You answered.

“I’m so sorry Miss Strange.”

“Thank you so much for the call.” You replied, before hanging up, and turning over in the bed, curling into Sam’s bare chest as he wrapped you in a hug.

-When you and the boys returned to the house Morgan went running over to you, her arms extended as you lifted her up into your arms and smiled at her, “Morgan, have I ever introduced you to my friends?”

“No.” She smiled as she looked at Sam, your voice soft as you stated, “Well this is Bucky, and this is Sam.”

“Is he the Sam?” She asked in a voice she thought was quiet, and as you smiled you couldn’t help but notice Sam smile as well, “Yeah baby, he is Falcon. And he is the Sheep Farmer.”

“Think he will let me play with his gun?” She asked as Bucky blushed and replied, “Maybe when you’re older.”

-You saw Wanda sitting in the grass by the lake, her eyes casted out over the water, looking to Sam you slowly approached her, and plopped down next to her. Her head immediately leaning to the left to rest on your shoulder as she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For your loss, I know how much Stark meant to you.”

“Wanda, if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me, I mean Vision was…”

“Did you bury him?” She whispered as you took her hand

“No, I never got the chance, after the snap, SWORD came and took his body from me, and took him to their headquarters.”

“Where?”

-You gave her the address of the office, along with Hayward’s name, as soon as you were finished relaying the information she exhaled slowly, “It is quite beautiful here.”

-You never noticed Wanda leave

-You did however notice the absence of your father, and upon scanning the crowd for him you withdrew your phone and went back to the bench by the lake. He answered on the first ring, “Hello?”

“So you just left without saying goodbye?”

“I figured…. I mean…”

“Dad, am I pissed about this? Not really, listen you and I went to the same sanctuary, studied the same mystic practices and had the same instructors. I already know that we were taught to not alter time, or the destined paths. I also know that you are no idiot, and that you know that I will do anything to say Tony, and vice versa. If you had told me, I would have done it, I would have taken the glove, and the stones without a second thought. I would have made him promise me to survive for Morgan, I would have stopped him, just like he would do if I was the one destined to take up the task. I understand why… but it doesn’t change the fact that right now, I am grieving someone who made me feel safe, who never judged me, who went above and beyond to protect me. Someone who welcomed me into his home multiple times, and who never judged me for leaving a lifestyle very similar to his own. He protected me, he loved me, and ultimately he was the greatest friend I ever had.”

“Even better than Wilson?”

“Wilson doesn’t count in this category, because Wilson will always be my Christina.”

“Guess neither one of us has much luck in that department huh?”

“No we do not. Now, when I get back, I assume I will be inviting you to dinner, how does breakfast food sound?”

-When you returned to the group You found your way back to Bucky, his arm immediately going over your shoulder as he whispered, “You know he is still crazy about you?”

“I know, however, he isn't going to get back with me that easily.” You joked as Bucky smiled, “Liar.”

-That night you all ended up sitting at the lake with a bonfire, a sleeping Morgan had somehow found her way onto Sam’s lap, as you sat across from them at the fire with Peter and Pepper.

“She really seems to like Sam.” Pepper piped up as she glanced over to see Sam moving a piece of hair out of Morgan’s face.

“I know, honestly I am really glad she does, I don’t know what I would do if she didn’t.”

“You know, Tony always was hopeful that you two would get back together.” Pepper whispered, “He almost kicked Sam out of the tower when he found out what happened.”

“He should have.” You replied as Peter leaned his head onto your shoulder, a gesture not missed by Bucky, who was looking at Sam, “So think she will be staying?”

“I don’t know, I mean for the past five years she has been living with them, and even before that, she was living with Strange.” Sam sighed, “Besides I doubt she wants to come live with…”

“She still loves you, trust me.” Bucky sighed as Sam raised an eyebrow, “When she came to Wakanda what do you think we would talk about?”

“I don’t know, the sheep?” Sam joked as Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You should ask her if she will come, I doubt she would say no, I mean you all lived together before.”

“And then we broke up, I became an Avenger and she became a wizard.”

“I want to share with you something she shared with me.” Bucky spoke in a stern whisper, “We are more than what we are labeled.”

-When Pepper took Morgan to bed, you ended up meeting Sam’s eyes, and tilted your head towards the lake house, to which he chuckled, and rose, “Guard my seat.”

“Never.” Bucky replied as you rose and looked at Peter, “You can sleep in my room Kid.”

-While you walked to the lake, your hand causally slipped into his, when he looked at you you went to pull it away, “Sorry force of…”

“I don’t mind.” Sam whispered, gripping it to keep you from pulling away, “Honestly if you didn’t do it, I probably would have.”

-Once you were under the roof, you turned towards Sam, and leaned against the post, “Hey.”

“You brought me all the way down here just to say hey?” He asked as you smiled

“Yup.”

“Hey then.” Sam smiled as he stepped closer

“What are we doing?” You asked, his hands somehow ending up on your waist as you looked into his brown eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Sam, I lost you for five years, I am not doing that again.”

“If I remember correctly I tried to make up for the past two years before that, and you said and I quote ‘Samuel Thomas Wilson, you have had almost two fucking years to tell me whatever it is you are about to say, I think you can wait a little bit longer for us to beat this asshole to tell me whatever it is you want to say.’”

“You remembered?”

“It is all I heard every minute after the snap, I wanted so badly to tell you I loved you, that I was sorry, that if we lost, I needed you to know it was always you, whether it be as Bardot, or Strange. I still remember the first time I saw you after the roof, and remember the feeling of home you gave me, and how I was an idiot for going back up to my room after that. Or how when you broke us out of prison with Cap, how I should have asked you to come with Steve and I, and I didn’t cause I knew you would always pick Tony over me, and that’s fine, he’s your best friend.”

“And you’re the love of my life.” You whispered, “And I have never stopped loving you.”

“Steve told me I was an idiot for ignoring you.” Sam whispered, as you chuckled, “Funny he told me the same thing.”

-It all happened so quick, as soon as the words left your mouth he leaned forward and kissed you, sending a wave of heat through both of you as he did. When he finally pulled away you chuckled, causing him to raise his eyebrow, “Listen I would be lying if I didn’t say my ego is now hurt because of that, I know I am out of practice but it’s been…”

“No I was just thinking about how thrilled Tony would have been that someone was making out at his funeral.” You smiled

-That night Pepper invited the team to stay at the cabin, since it was already late. Sam had started out going to share a room with Bucky, but you looked at him, “I mean if you want to sleep with your new lover boy, feel free, but if you get bored with the White Wolf, there is room in my bed.”

-He immediately went into your room, and chuckled when he saw Peter fast asleep on the futon in your room.

-He woke up to Morgan crawling into your bed at 4am, her little hands and knees moving across him as she crawled over him to get to you. Her soft, little hand finding your arm as she shook you awake, your eyes slowly opening as she whispered, “I had a nightmare.”

“Well you’re in luck, cause you have not just me to protect you, but Falcon too.” You replied as she settled herself between you both, your arm draping over her small torso. As she did she looked at Sam and whispered, “Mr. Falcon, can you please tell me the story of how you met Uncle Cap?”

“What did [Y/N] tell you?”

“That he lapped you every morning because he was way faster than you,” He looked at you with a glare as you whispered, “I only told her the truth.”

-Sam was the last one to fall asleep, you and Morgan had passed out shortly into his story, but he was just captivated by the natural beauty of you and the small brunette child, and found himself lost in thoughts of what your own children would look like.

-When you awoke in the morning the bed was empty, both Morgan and Sam had disappeared. However you heard all the bustle downstairs, and after stretching your arms above your head, and letting out a mighty yawn you made your way down to the commotion. Scattered across the cabin were the members of your misfit family, missing a few of course, but your smile grew when you saw them all walking about in an attempt to organize breakfast.

-Sam walked over to you once he saw you, and leaned down, his lips meeting yours as he muttered a good morning. Bucky was the next to wander over and whispered, “Nope not hopelessly in love with him.”

“Shut it Bucky, before I kiss you to make him beat your ancient ass.” You joked as Bucky smiled.

-Peter was insistent on sitting next to you, and while you ate your fruit bowl he asked if you would be going back to the city, however it was Sam who leaned forward and answered, “I mean I was thinking about getting a quiet little apartment in Brooklyn, is that close enough to you though kid?”

“Plenty.” Peter smiled as you looked at him and chuckled, “You just assume I’m gonna move back in with you?”

“Well I mean I was gonna ask, but seeing how you are wearing my mother’s ring, I just assumed it went without asking.”

-You had completely forgotten that you were still wearing it, once you had put it on you hadn’t taken it off. Your blush growing as he whispered, “I mean if you want I can still ask if you….”

“No, I’ll pack my stuff.” You smiled as you popped a grape in your mouth.

-Morgan helped you pack up all your stuff, and when Sam was ready to leave you noticed the teary eyes of the youngest Stark. You couldn’t help but feel your own tears welling up as you knelt, Sam loading the suitcase into your trunk as you whispered, “Hey.”

“Don’t go.” She whispered, before launching forward and wrapping you in a hug, your heart breaking as you hugged her back.

“Listen baby, I have to, but I promise Sam and I are gonna get a nice, big apartment okay? And we are going to have a room specifically for you when you visit.”

“I can visit?”

“Of course you can, and so can Peter, and Mommy, and Happy. And you know I am a wizard right?”

“Yeah.”

“Meaning I can come visit here too, I’m just a phone call away.”

“Okay,” her voice was still soft as you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

-While you drove away, she was in Pepper’s arms, her head buried in her shoulder crying as you watched the house you loved grow fainter. Your hand in Sam’s as your eyes teared.

“I want a three bedroom.” You finally whispered.

“Of course Babe.”

“And I want Bucky to know he can stay over.”

“Is he gonna be a…”

“And Peter.”

“Anyone else?”

“Wanda.”

-You both ended up getting a four bedroom, that way you had a room to use as an office, and you started working from home.

-You took Bucky with you when you went to pick out furniture, and even let him pick out the mattress for the guest bedroom.

-Sarah and the boys came over to help you and Sam set up the apartment, along with congratulating her brother on getting the girl back. You couldn’t help but smile as he blushed, and whispered, “Yeah I was pretty stupid.”

“You were more than stupid.” Sarah joked as the boys ran past

“Hey be careful you two, if that breaks my father will never let me hear the end of it!” You called after AJ and Cass

“If they do it’s more than just your magical father they have to worry about.” Sarah replied as you smiled, “Goodness I have missed you.”

“Well I was only a phone call away, if someone wasn’t alway so busy, saving the world and shit, maybe we could have gotten together.”

-That night while you were saying goodbye to Sarah and the boys, she hugged you and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making my older brother the happiest he has ever been. It’s nice to see him genuinely smile again.”

-Once you were all moved in, Sarah and the boys would come up at least once a month, on a day where you and Sam weren’t working. The first time they came over, you opened a gage way for them, and once all through Sarah smiled, “I guess dating a wizard has its perks.”

-AJ and Cass were always asking you to show them your magic, and with a smile you would create the smallest orbs, and spin them in a halo, in your hands. Once and a while you would also try to create small fireworks, as the boys eyes lit up in wonder, “My friend Thor once told me of how his mother would do this for him and his brother.”

-The first few nights after the third encounter with Thanos were the hardest, all you would see in your dreams was the moment Tony took his last breath. You would wake up in a cold sweat, and gasping loudly as you jetted right up. Looking to your left you would see Sam gently breathing, assuming he was fast asleep

-He woke up when you accidentally hit him while tossing and turning, he would lay there silently, cause he didn’t want you to feel like a burden.

-You would sneak off into the kitchen, and would make yourself a cup of tea, thinking over all the little moments with Tony. However not even that could make you go back to sleep.

-Finally on the fourth night, as you went to get out of the bed after your nightmare, Sam grabbed your wrist, “Don’t go.”

“What?”

“Want to tell me what you have been dreaming about these past few days?”

“It’s nothing baby.”

“Really, cause it is enough to make you leave bed every night, and not come back.”

“How did you know…” You started, however he quickly replied, “You have a killer slap Strange.”

-That night you and him stayed up all night talking, some of it was about your dream, some about Tony, but finally Sam whispered, “You know when these happen, you can wake me up non violently and talk about it right?”

“You are always so busy though, and you deserve to sleep.”

“And you do to.” He brushed his fingers against your face and pushed back a small piece of hair.

“I love you.” You whispered

“I love you more.”

-You were unpacking your stuff from the Sanctuary when Hayward called you about Westveiw, to which you stated you would be there as soon as possible, you were unaware he wanted to make a murder mission out of it.

-when you opened the gateway you walked out behind Darcy’s chair, her eyes glued to the screen as you smiled, “You must be Darcy.”

“And you are Wanda’s best friend.”

“So want to tell me why you called me here? If it’s to find Thor I don’t…”

“How did you know that I knew Thor?” She asked as you knelt beside her, Wanda’s face lighting up the screen as you reached forward and allowed your fingertips to touch it, and then you saw him.

“She brought him back.” You whispered, as Darcy looked at you, “Excuse me, how did you know…”

“He talked about you and Jane several times.” You answered, “This is live right?”

“As far as I can tell, yes. That’s why we brought you in. You know Wanda as well as Pietro, if not…”

“I need to know how to get in there, if you want my help then get me into the show.”

“How can I…”

“You said an agent of SWORD got in there, if she can I can. Besides, if anything, she will be more responsive to me than a random agent.”

“Does Sam know…”

“Thor said you were more witty than question driven.” You replied, before opening a gateway, and walking to the border of Westview, Woo was beside you in seconds, “Ever seen anything like this before?”

“No.” You whispered, your head looking up, as you whispered, “Wanda Maximoff is a woman of many talents, and a very troubled past, the only thing she ever wanted was her family back after a missile manufactured by Stark Industries killed her parents. Ultron killed her brother, and she was forced to kill Vision. Stark tried to lock her away, and the world feared her, she wanted nothing more than to be accepted, to live a happy life with a family she adopted as her own. She’s not acting out of revenge, or to be a terror…” you paused, your eyes watering, “ She just wants her family back.”

-Sam decided that moment to call you, your hand wiping under your eye, “Hey babe.”

“Why do you sound like you are crying?”

“No, just looking over an old book.” You replied as you took a step back, your back to the hex as you casually strolled over towards the bunkers.

“I miss you.” Sam replied as you smiled, “It’s been less than an hour.”

“I know but…” You turned quickly however to see Wanda standing in the field, “I need to call you back.”

“Babe.” He started before you hung up and stepped towards her, Woo lifting his arm to stop you, but you pushed it aside, her eyes meeting yours, as you looked to her, “Wanda.”

“[Y/N], tell them to leave me alone.” Her hands glowed as you looked at her, “I have what I want and no one will ever take it from me again.”

“Wanda, let me in.” You answered as she tilted her head, “No.”

“Wanda…” you whispered, but you heard her in your head loud and clear, “We both have what we want, I can’t take him from you.”

-When she walked away, and the guns pointed towards Hayward, you stood your ground and watched her disappear into the Hex, your eyes watering as the Hex turned red behind her, before your knees gave way. Darcy raced towards you as you softly whispered, “I can’t help you.”

-With that you opened a gateway beneath you, and closed it, your knees hitting the couch that you and Sam bought as he turned away from the fridge, the OJ container in hand as he poured it into his mouth, swallowing quickly he replied, “You’re home… are you okay?”

You stood quickly and hurried over to him, his torso knocked back slightly with your embrace as you buried your head into his shoulder, “I love you.”

“I love you too, but babe it’s legit been less than three hours.”

“I know,” you whispered, “But I missed you, I mean we have been together every moment for the last ten days.”

-He never questioned you about why you were crying, or where you had gone.

-Hayward called you again, “Why did you leave? You were given an assignment…”

“You have Vision still, his body is laying dismembered in your lab! Leave her alone Hayward, she isn’t hurting anyone.”

“She is controlling an entire town…”

“Yes, an entire town I own, she would never hurt anyone in that town. Now I am asking you nicely, leave Wanda and Vision be, and never call me again asking me to control someone who can take care of herself. Do I make myself clear?”

“We thank you for your services, I’ll never bother you or your family again.”

“I doubt that.” You replied, before hanging up the phone and letting out a deep sigh on the balcony of your apartment.

-When Sam started working again with the Air Force as Independent Contractor, you looked at him strangely, an eyebrow raised as he said, “I know, you probably think I am crazy, but look at it this way, now you and Bucky can have one on one time without your annoying lover interrupting your secret conversations.”

-When Redwing would get damaged on missions, he would always bring him to you and say, “I know I promised I said I would keep him out of harm's way, but they had pretty badass guns.”

“You are lucky I love you.” You would sigh before taking Redwing and opening a gateway to Happy’s New York apartment and used the mini lab he had for you there.

-Morgan was obsessed with Sam, sometimes after he put her to bed you would joke about it. He always swung an arm around you however and sighed, “What can I say baby, I am just that loveable.”

-Happy called you one evening while Bucky and Sam were over, both fighting over who got to use your color changing cup, as you rolled your eyes you answered, “Happy, thank god, someone has saved me from mediating this ridiculous fight.”

“Hey Sweetheart..”

“What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did something?”

“You only call me sweetheart when you do something you think I am not gonna like, like how you assumed that Chocolate is a good substitute for a strawberry shake.”

“I’m moving out of the cabin.” He exhaled, “I got an apartment in Hawaii.”

“You hate the beach?” You answered

“I know…. But I can’t keep looking at the places he used to be. At least not right now.”

“I understand. Honestly Hap, I feel the same way. I still find myself picking up my phone, just to call him.”

-That night you both discussed how you were coping without Tony. At the end of the call you walked out to look at the two full grown men who were still fighting over a cup, “Sam, we are going to Hawaii in a month.”

-That stopped the fight immediately

-Your father came over for dinner every night, at first Sam was kinda nervous, mostly because the first interaction they had had was when Sam questioned him for not telling you sooner that Tony was going to die.

-Your father eyeballed Sam as soon as he walked in, “So you are the man my daughter is settling for?”

“Oh don’t start Father, I already know you like him. Besides, I could have ended up with Thor.”

“That is very true.” He replied, as you opened the fridge and opened a small gateway above him, and dropped the bottle. Strange caught it.

“I will never be used to that.” Sam sighed as you chuckled, “You might like it though once you realize we never have to get on a plane again.”

-Wong came over a few times, and it always seemed to be on the days you would go to the cabin for the day, meaning he would get there when it was just Sam at home. He normally would just stare at Sam, his face serious as he occasionally engaged in Sam’s attempts at small talk. However as soon as you walked in, Wong would become a cheery version of himself, leaving Sam baffled.

“It’s just because I am his favorite Strange.” You smiled as he questioned you about it in bed one day, both of you sitting under the covers, against the headboard. Your nose buried in a book as Sam watched the basketball game.

“Well can his favorite Strange tell him that we are a package deal?”

“Nope. That’s you and Bucky now.” You smiled as he let out a groan.

-One night when your father and Wong came to dinner, Peter had the joy of being there. You and him both were moving about the kitchen cooking frozen pizzas, pizza rolls, pizza bagels, and a salad, while the other three men sat in the living room, in complete silence.

“So…..” Sam started, “Seen any good movies?”

“Ah yes, I have been trying to broaden Wong’s pop culture references since for the past five years all of our efforts were casted aside, and he started fighting in monster cage battles instead. So last night we actually watched I love Lucy.”

“Oh really, that’s actually one of Wanda’s favorites, she used to have me watch it with her after…”

“You broke my daughter’s heart?” Strange interrupted, as you called from the kitchen, “Heard that! Apologize!”

With a sigh Strange looked to Sam, and sarcastically stated, “I’m sorry.”

-At dinner Sam was chuckling at the variety of pizza options, and was brought back to the earlier conversation with Peter while shopping.

“Wow, she must be really worried about seeing her dad if she sent you to come pick me up.” Peter stated as Sam pushed the cart and put in a few groceries that you needed, like juice boxes, popcorn, chips, carrots, spinach, toilet paper, and whatever Peter wanted for dinner.

“I don’t think she is worried to see him, I think it’s more she is worried about how her father is going to treat me, since he doesn’t seem too fond of me.”

“I don’t think he is supposed to be, I mean you are dating his daughter, and he is used to her always being around.”

“I just wish he would like me man, just for her sake.”

“He does, I mean she always said her father had a strange way of showing his fondness.” Peter joked as he picked up Morgan’s favorite cereal, “For this weekend, since Pepper is dropping her off.”

“You know, sometimes I forget you are just a 16 year old kid.” Sam replied as Peter smiled, “What can I say, the superhero life matured me.”

-While you were all eating Sam looked at Strange, “By the way sir, I have been meaning to ask, what is it like being part of the big three?”

“The what?”

“The big three, you know Aliens, Androids and Wizards?”

“I’m not any of those?” Strange answered, while Wong shook his head in agreement, as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and stated, “Babe, why do you think we’re wizards?”

“Because you do magic.”

“Yes, we practice the mystic arts, we don’t play with sticks.” Wong stated as he leaned back in his chair, Pizza rolls forgotten as Sam looked at him, “But you are wizards.”

“Wizards wear hats and silly robes, we wear neither.” You replied as Sam looked at you all and muttered, “Your dad is wearing one right now.”

“This is not a robe, this is a cloak, they are quite different. Now apologize to the Cloak of Levitation, you have insulted him.” Your father barked as Sam muttered an apology and dropped the whole topic.

-Peter just sat there the whole time, wanting to expand on the alien part of the conversation

-“Are you sure you want to marry him?” Your father asked you while he was hugging you goodbye, “I mean he believes we are wizards.”

“Yes dad, I want to marry him. Even if he thinks we’re wizards.” You sighed with a smile

-Bucky was over almost everyday, and normally would end up crashing in the spare room. However if someone else was over, he slept on the couch.

-You took Bucky to every therapy session, however he was outraged when they told him you couldn’t be his therapist due to your personal connection, which you later explained to him what that meant.

-When Bucky would have a nightmare while he was at your house (Which was basically every time), you would just sense that something was wrong, and roll out of the bed to check on him. He jokingly called it your al șaselea simț or your sixth sense. You called it being a light sleeper.

-Sam never gets used to waking up alone on the few nights you fall asleep with Bucky after he has a nightmare.

-Bucky will never tell you that when you sleep with him, he feels safe, and doesn’t have nightmares the rest of the night…. But that’s just because he trusts you.

-You were trying to help him make amends with everyone on his list, but one day he looked at you and said, “I appreciate the help, but I think this is something I have to do alone.”

-You were also the person who he trusted to cut his hair, after you finished you took a step back and admired your work as he looked at himself in the mirror, “You like it?”

“I love it.” He whispered as you ruffled his hair in your fingers, “Not gonna lie, I’m going to miss braiding it while you are asleep.”

-You were the only one allowed to call him Buck

- Occasionally Sam would try, however he was always met with both you and him staring at him. Bucky would then look at him and say, “Don’t call me that.”

“But my fiancé…”

“Her and Steve are the only ones allowed.” He replied as you turned back to the lasagna noodles on the stove, Sam staring at Bucky baffled.

-No one touched Morgan’s room, except for her.

-Pepper and you would take turns dropping off and picking up Morgan on the weekends, and you would take her to all the different museums, or to Central Park.

-On the days you and her would go to Queens, Peter would normally meet up with you for lunch, and hang out with you.

-Bucky was also nervous around Morgan, but that was because he knew Tony wouldn’t be a fan.

“Tony nu este aici [Tony’s not here].” You whispered one day that you knew he was thinking it. Morgan had asked him to join the tea party, and raced with Sam to her room to collect the Princess accessories, leaving Bucky to nervously try to excuse himself, “Ce? [What?]”

“Tony nu este aici pentru a-ți spune că trebuie să pleci. Ești prietenul meu și știu ce fel de persoană ești și nu trebuie să pleci doar pentru că Tony Stark te-ar putea vedea doar ca soldatul de iarnă. Acum du-te să îmbraci tiara și du-te să bei puțină apă murdară dintr-o ceașcă de plastic. [Tony is not here to tell you that you need to leave. You are my friend and I know what kind of person you are, and you do not need to leave just because Tony Stark only could see you as the Winter Soldier. Now go put on the tiara, and go drink some dirt water out of a plastic cup.]” You instructed, as you pointed towards Morgan’s room, “Voi fi acolo într-o secundă cu oreos. [I’ll be there in a second with the Oreos.]”

-Sam hated it when you two would start speaking Romanian to each other, it didn’t help though that sometimes you guys would randomly throw his name into the conversations as a joke to make him think you were talking about him.

-Sam once asked Strange if he could teach him the art of the Gateway, he laughed.

-You would try to drive up to the cabin as often as possible, not only to see Morgan, but also to provide Pepper with some sanity.

-A lot of the time you and her would sit on the deck and overlook the lake, as the breeze lightly raced along your face. The crickets softly sang around you as you both sipped tea. However it was on one of these particular nights that she looked at you and whispered, “You know you really don’t have to do this?”

“Do what?”

“Come as often as you do, I think I can watch…”

“This isn’t about me thinking you are a bad mother, this is to make sure that the woman my best friend was in love with is okay. As much as you might not believe me, Tony talked about you constantly, and I know how much you adored him. I told him I would always look out for Morgan… but we both knew I was also always going to look out for you too, just like he looked out for Sam.”

“Is that what he meant when he would tell me he was running the RedWing Program?”

“Yeah, just like how I am currently on Mission Potts.”

-When you would stay at the cabin you always slept in your old room, which looked exactly the same as always.

-Morgan would always want to go home with you when you would pack up to leave, sometimes you would take her, other times you would tell her that Bucky was in need of silence, and that Sam would come pick her up the following weekend.

-One night when Bucky was sitting on your couch watching the news you proposed, “Break your lease on that broom closet you are renting 5 blocks over.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re moving into the guest room.”

“What!” Sam screamed from the bathroom as Bucky chuckled, “Doll I…”

“Tell me Bucky, in the past 4 months how many times have you stayed there?”

“4.” Bucky answered before sighing, “I’ll talk to the landlord in the morning.”

-Whenever Peter spent the night you guys would always end up watching at least three movies in a row. Sam would pop the popcorn, while Peter poured soda, and you filled Miscellaneous bowls with candy, chips, and cookies. Meanwhile Bucky was moving all the furniture around in the living room to make room for the giant blow up mattress you and Peter would lay on to watch the movies, leaving Sam and Bucky to share the couch.

-The first movie night you ever had Bucky looked at Sam, “How does it feel knowing you have to share your fiancé with a 16 year old?”

“The same way it feels having to share her with a 101 year old fossil.” He replied as Bucky sighed, “106.”

-Some nights you and Peter would fall asleep while watching the movies, leaving the other two to carry you to bed. Bucky would groan as he carried the weightless teenager, “Why do I always have to carry insect boy?”

“First off spiders are arachnids, not insects. And secondly, because I don’t need you carrying my fiancé to bed.”

“God, maybe you two really are meant to be.” He would sigh before Sam and him exchanged quick good nights.

-The night before Peter went on the Europe field trip he went over to your apartment for a farewell movie night. Upon arriving he found that it was just you in the apartment, with all of the Alien movies, and a large variety of chips, and pizzas.

“Where is everyone else?” He asked as you let out a small chuckle, “Sam and Bucky went to the bar, he said something along the lines of he was giving the kid and I the space we needed to say goodbye. Also he said something about not wanting to see me cry.”

“He does realize I am coming back, right?” Peter asked as you smiled

-While you both watched the first movie, Peter looked at you, and smiled, “So I think I want to ask MJ out.”

“Really?” You asked, just proud that he was finally ready to make the first move

-After that all the movies were forgotten and you spent the rest of the time planning how Peter was going to woo MJ.

-When Sam and Bucky returned, the apartment was dark, and silent. This was not the state either was expecting, which caused them both to go on high alert. While sweeping the apartment however, Bucky found you, your body under the covers. He lowered the small pistol he carried and signaled for Sam to come towards your room. As he left the doorway of the empty guest room, and joined Bucky he whispered, “They must have ended movie night early.”

“Well, the kid isn’t in the guest room, so it’s all yours.” Sam smiled as he pushed past Bucky and shut the door in his face. Shrugging off his clothes he climbed into bed with you, as you slightly groaned, “Hey.”

“Hey sleeping beauty.” Sam smiled as you flung your arm over his torso, your head lazily finding his chest as you hummed, “How was the bar?”

“I swear, he hates me.”

“He does not, he is just…” you started before sighing, “He is just Bucky.”

“Well when you aren’t around, he is just silently glaring at me as though I am a plague.”

“Well you must remember, you did break his best friend’s heart.”

“And now I am fixing it, so he can stop being a judgmental asshole.”

“Language.” You yawned

-The next morning Sam was greeted by the smell of coffee brewing and pancakes cooking, while the bacon was baking in the oven. A smile on his face as he saw you twitch your hand, causing an egg to break into a bowl, while a whisk stirred it up, “I will never get over that.” He stated as you turned your head and smiled, “And I will never get over the fact that people really think the government faked Steve’s death and we flew him to a secret moon base.”

-One night, you and Sam were curled up together on the couch, Bucky had already called to say he wasn’t coming over, Peter and Morgan had homework, and your father was busy with Wong, leaving it to be just the two of you for the first time in a very long time. His hand was lazily draped over your shoulder, as the soft glow of Nova illuminated your face, your eyes barely open, as he traced his finger slowly up your arm to your shoulder, “I forgot what this was like?”

“Quiet?”

“No, living a normal life, life before Steve Rogers came into our lives and mixed it all up with the superhero life.”

“Then we should cherish to….” you started but your words were cut short by a knock on the door, both of you looking towards it confused, “We didn’t order the pizza yet, did we?”

“No.” Sam answered as you stood up and advanced towards the door, a orb of blue sitting in your hand delicately as you looked through the peephole, yet it vanished as soon as it appeared, the door opening quickly as you tackled the person behind it, “I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Wanda whispered, “but I need your help.”

-That night you taught Wanda all about astral projection, and gave her several books you had been saving on the topic of witchcraft and the Scarlet Witch. As you were telling her about one of them however she cut you off with her calm tone, “You knew, didn’t you?”

“About?”

“The Scarlet Witch? I mean you must have if you acquired all these books just for me?”

“I had my suspicions.” You started, “I just always hoped I was wrong.”

“Is that why you fought on Tony’s side, to have me…”

“Never.” You stated, “And I never want you to think that. I fought on Tony’s side because I knew you couldn’t stop every problem that came up in the world, the Avengers were just a small unit of people expected to do too much. With the regulations in place the load of expectations would have significantly decreased, and we could have had AI handling the rest. But when it came to the treatment of Wanda Maxinoff, my best friend, I was adamant that I wanted you left alone, I wanted you trained properly, and allowed to live the life you chose. I was working with Tony to build you a safe house, where you could study and master your powers, all while living with Vision and enjoying a semi normal life.”

“What about now?”

“I still want that.” You replied, before opening a drawer and handing her a small map, “Here, it isn’t much, but I figured you guys would like the openness.”

-It was a map showing the location of the safe house you had demanded be built for her.

-The whole time Sam sat on the couch, tapping the back of it with his fingers. At one point he whispered, “So much for a normal night.”

-That night when you went to bed, you curled up next to him and whispered, “I promise next week I will tell everyone we are busy, and we can just lock the door, turn off the lights and pretend we aren’t home.”

“We don’t need that.” Sam whispered as he pulled you closer into his side, “It just comes with the job.”

-Sometimes, when Sam would come back from missions, you would kick everyone out of the apartment, except for Bucky, who was under strict orders to stay in the guest room. You two would just curl up on the couch in silence, and try to recreate that old sense of normalcy.

-Peter texted you every day he was in Europe, and called you as often as he could.

-Tony programmed Edith to have your voice, so when Peter activated her, he heard you say, “Stand by for retinal and biometric scan.” And once his whole face had been scanned, your voice said, “Retinal and biometric scan accepted.”

“[Y/N]?”

“No, Peter. I am E.D.I.T.H., Tony Stark's augmented-reality security and defense system.”

“So he designed you for me, and used his best friend’s voice to speak to me?”

“No, but you have access to all of Tony's protocols. As for my voice, Tony had her record everything before the birth of Morgan. He claimed a female voice would be more soothing.” Edith stated

-One day you looked at Sam, “I’m going to my father’s tonight.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I figured you would want to…”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“Excuse me?” You asked, your eyebrow raising.

“I mean we have spent every night together since…”

“Babe.” You whispered, stepping forward as you placed a hand on either cheek, “I love you, and I am not leaving you again. I promise I will be back sooner than you can fly a EW from here to Russia.”

“That’s pretty fast, even for a wizard.” He smiled as you leaned forward slightly and met his lips, “That’s how you know I will be back soon.”

-That night you and your father sat in the study and sipped tea while looking over a stack of literature Wong had brought you both, however it was interrupted by Bucky calling you, “Where are you?”

“Hogwarts, where are you?”

“At your house with your miserable boyfriend.”

“Well you know where your room is, and the fridge. So…”

“Are you coming home?”

“Bucky, I am staying here tonight, so I need you and Sam to get along, for 12 hours without my help. Do you think you can do that for me?”

-He sighed loudly, as you heard Sam call, “Told you she wasn’t coming home.”

“Please Buck.” You whispered, “I will buy you a new gun if you do.”

“Fine, but only because it is for you.” He groaned as you smiled, “Thank you Buck, now I will be home tomorrow, and we can go to the gun store after that.”

-When you hung up your father looked at you, “So your plan is working?”

“Not at all, but Operation Get those two to be civil has officially begun.” You smiled as you turned the page of your book.

-The next afternoon you drove to the gun store and bought Bucky a Case Hardened Desert Eagle.

-After that once a week you would leave the two unattended in hopes that they would start getting along. Meanwhile you would go sit with your father, or occasionally you would drive up to the cabin to see Pepper and Morgan.

-On one of the night you were forcing Bucky and Sam to interact, Strange asked you, “Do you think Wanda knows?”

“Knows what?”

“Who she is stronger than? I mean from what you said it is quite clear that Agatha told her she is stronger than the Sorceress Supreme. I just wonder…”

“Stop.” You replied, “I already know where you are going with this, and I am telling you I am not it. Now, can we just drop it?”

-“Well, you know, those poor techs can't keep up with a billion returning IP addresses - and your sick-ass Stark-level tech.” Torres replied as Sam chuckled in response, examining the damage done to Redwing by the LAF

-“It’s not even the fact that it’s Stark level tech, it’s Stark level tech designed by the brightest most beautiful woman I know, who just so happened to train under Tony Stark himself.”

“Better not tell your fiancé that.” Torres joked as Sam smiled, “It is my fiancé.”

“Wait a minute, the [Y/N] Strange is your fiancé?” Torres asked as Sam beamed, “The one and only.”

-Sam told you all about the LAF and the Flag Smashers, which triggered you to start researching more about them.

-One evening you opened the door to the apartment expecting the space to be filled with noise from all of your boys, a smile already on your face at the thought of Sam and Bucky bickering, and Peter scribbling on paper. However you were met by silence. As you turned you saw the soft glow of the television screen, the XBox Home Screen covered the screen as you smiled, “Looking to lose?”

“Don’t be mad.” He whispered, as you shrugged your coat off, and looked towards the back of his head confused, “why would I be mad? Unless you are cheating on me…”

“I am giving the Smithsonian the shield.” He whispered, as your body froze.

“You what?”

“I’m giving the shield to…”

“I heard that.” You answered, “Why?”

“I…”

“Sam, you know that I will support any decision you make, within reason, but this….” you exhaled, “Steve trusted you.”

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