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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Is that my sweater?

Summary: When lounging around the compound, Steve wears a lot of sweaters. When he's on a mission, you "borrow" those sweaters.

Warnings: fluff, angst, implied smut, some cursing probably

Word Count: 2284

a/n: I needed some fluffy Steve Rogers in my life today.

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You're not sure when it started, but when Steve is on a mission, all you do is worry. It's easier to control when you're on the mission with him or even on a mission of your own, but when he's gone and you're in the compound?

All you do is worry.

You could barely even sleep. That is, until you found a semi-decent solution.

Before the last mission Steve went on, the two of you were arguing about Harry Potter. He had the audacity to say the movies were better than the books, which is categorically untrue.

Unbeknownst to you, he was just trying to get a rise out of you because he likes the way your face scrunches up in annoyance.

Anyway, he followed you to your room when you stormed out of the kitchen, not wanting you to be mad at him while he was gone. He carried his sweater in his hands, having taken it off while cooking, leaving him in a white t-shirt.

When he got to your room, he dropped it on a chair so he could grab your hands to truly convey how wrong he was about the books and movie situation.

When he was called for the mission, he left the sweater behind, leading to your so-called-solution for sleeping while he was away.

The idea hit you one night when you were physically exhausted, but mentally couldn't calm down. You rolled over, trying to get more comfortable when you caught sight of his sweater on your chair.

In your sleep deprived state, you shuffled over to grab it, throwing it on over your own pajama shirt before returning to bed.

You were enveloped in his scent, easing the nonstop worry long enough for you to fall asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you told yourself it was a one time thing. It only happened because he left the sweater there. You were just worried about your best friend. It didn't have to mean anything.

Those were all lies.

The next time he left on a mission, you were quick to find you couldn't sleep again. Your thoughts kept returning to his many sweaters, causing you to sneak into his room to steal one to sleep in.

Every time he left while you were still at the compound, you would "borrow" a sweater from his closet, returning the previous one you had to his laundry basket.

You figured he would never find out. He owned so many sweaters, he wouldn't notice when one was dirty even if he didn't wear it.

Oh, how wrong you were.

"Y/N, welcome back!" Bruce greeted you as you walked into the lab, having returned from a mission late last night.

"Thanks, Banner!" You looked around the room, surprised to not see Tony. "Where's Tony?"

"Oh, he's on a mission. They left a day after you, should be back on Sunday." He replied, not taking his eyes from the tech he was working on.

"They?" You questioned, trying to think of who you had seen around the compound since returning.

"Yeah, Tony, Bucky, Nat, Wanda, and Steve." Again, his eyes remaining glued to his project, not realizing the way your face fell at the mention of Steve being gone.

"Five of them? What happened?" You tried to mask the worry that was already creeping in, threatening to take over.

Bruce finally looked up, surprised you hadn't heard about the explosions.

"There was a series of explosions in Baghdad. Intel suggested it was all to assassinate one man, but multiple bombs were used to divert attention."

You nodded, trying to take in the information. "Any leads?"

Bruce's expression turned grim as he nodded. "Hydra."

You felt your heart drop even further as you now fully understood just how dangerous the mission was. No wonder they needed the five of them.

You nodded in response before muttering something about going to the gym, needing to leave the lab so you could worry in private.

Since the compound was nearly empty, you ended up going to the gym as you said. You managed to distract yourself for a few hours, but there was still 4 days before they were supposed to be back.

That night, you snuck into Steve's room, borrowing another sweater to snuggle up in for the next few nights.

Friday morning, you woke to somebody knocking on your door.

You couldn't really be mad since it was already almost noon, but it was still mildly annoying to be disrupted from your limited sleeping.

In your hazy morning fog, you got out of bed to open the door. Your grumbling about being woken up died on your tongue when you realized just who was on the other side.

"Steve!" You jumped into his arms, ecstatic to see him after worrying so much. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until Sunday!" You squeezed your arms around him tightly, unwilling to let go even when your feet returned to the ground.

"Yeah, we got done earlier than we expected." Steve graciously returned your hug, thrilled to see you after nearly two weeks apart.

After a few reassuring words that the mission went well and he was uninjured, you finally stepped back from each other.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join me to watch the next Harry Potter-" He abruptly cut himself off as he took in your appearance. His brows pinched together in confusion. "Is that my sweater?"

You instantly froze. In your sleep fogged ming, you had forgotten to take off his sweater before answering the door. You could feel the blush warming your face as you tried to think of a way out of this.

"Would you believe me if I said no?" You gave him a nervous smile, trying to avoid admitting the truth.

He laughed, although still confused. "Not really, no."

You sighed, before reluctantly confessing. "Yeah. It's your sweater."

He waited, as if expecting you to willingly explain why you had it, before he eventually asked the question you were dreading.

"Um, why are you wearing it?" He coughed, a slight blush growing on his cheeks as he looked you up and down again.

Your mind raced trying to come up with a good reason for you having his sweater, but you couldn't think of anything but the truth.

You threw your hands up over your face, avoiding all eye contact as you blurted out, "I was worried about you."

He waited again, before gently prompting you to continue. "So..."

"So, I broke into your closet and stole your sweater to sleep in because it's the only way I can get myself to calm down enough to sleep while you're on missions." You gasped, covering your mouth as you realized what you just admitted.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he sputtered. "Missions? Like multiple? You've, uh, you've done this before?" His face grew redder at the thought of you sleeping in his clothes.

You nodded, hands still over your mouth to prevent any other unfortunate confessions.

"Um, since, uh since when?" He cleared his throat, trying not to sound to giddy.

"You remember when we had the Harry Potter movies versus books argument?" You moved your hands away from your face just enough to talk, before quickly covering your face again to hide your embarrassment.

He nodded, thinking back a few months.

"You left a sweater in my room when you were called away on that emergency mission and I just..." You gestured with your hands, not wanting to actually say it out loud.

Steve was completely speechless. You worried about him enough to want, no need to sleep in one of his sweaters when he was gone?

The only word he could manage to get out was a whispered, "why?"

You shrugged, repeating your earlier statements. "Because I worry about you when you're on missions."

"Yeah, but why?" He was having a hard time comprehending what this actually meant. He meant why did the sweater help, but you took it as a question of why you worried.

You shrunk in on yourself, avoiding eye contact again.

"I, uh, well you're my best friend, and I, um, care about you..." You trailed off, not sure you were entirely ready for your feelings to be out in the open.

"Enough that you worry so much you can't sleep without my clothes?" Steve was so bewildered, he was barely thinking. He was definitely not controlling his tone of voice. The question came across to you as harsh and annoyed.

In your eyes, he was clearly upset with the situation. The only logical reason you could think of for him to be that upset is if he knew about your feelings and didn't reciprocate them.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you hastily removed the sweater, leaving you slightly chilly in just your tank top and shorts. The chill sent a new wave of emotion over you, anger replacing the sadness at how harsh we was being with you.

"Yeah, I care about you, asshole. Hell, I think I'm in love with you." Despite your mumbling, he could clearly understand what you said. His eyes went even wider at your latest confession.

"I'm sorry I took your clothes." You threw the sweater at him, grabbing a sweatshirt from your desk. "If it helps at all, I only ever had one sweater at a time." Your bitter tone did not go unnoticed by Steve.

"Y/N, I..." He paused, still overwhelmed by finding out that you loved him too.

Your eyes quickly softened, the brief angry stint ending. You couldn't be mad at him for not feeling that same way. It wasn't fair. You would just have to move on.

"Steve, it's fine. I'll get over it." You brushed past him into the hallway, deciding to drown your sadness in junk food from the kitchen.

Steve stood frozen, watching you walk away and wondering how that went so poorly.

When you made it to the kitchen is was thankfully empty. You dug around for a few minutes, looking for something that would make you feel better, ultimately settling on a package of Oreo's and a glass a milk.

For some reason, it's always been a comfort food for you, reminding you of being a kid and having no real problems.

A few stray tears fell down your cheeks, but you hastily wiped them away. You would resign yourself to cry in the comfort of your own room later.

A few minutes into eating your Oreo's, nearly everyone appeared in the kitchen.

You honestly should have expected it since it was pretty much prime lunch time.

You did your best to put on a happy face as you ate your cookies, not really joining any conversations but nodding along. A few minutes later, everyone settled around the room, eating various things and having separate conversations.

You had just finished your cookies and rinsed your glass when Steve ran into the room, a look on his face that could only be described as desperate.

"Whoa, slow down there Capsicle. Where's the fire?" Tony joked, earning chuckles from a few people.

Steve ignored him as his eyes scanned the room, settling on your frozen form by the sink.

"Cap, you good?" Sam questioned as everyone grew more concerned with his behavior.

Again, Steve ignored him. He took four large steps around the island before coming face to face with you. You took a deep breath, really not wanting to have this conversation in front of literally everyone you work with.

"Steve, wha-"

He cut you off by pulling your head to his, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

You froze at first, but quickly leaned into his embrace to deepen the kiss.

He pulled back, much too soon for your liking, to stare into your eyes.

"Y/N, I honestly have no idea what just happened in your doorway. I think my brain malfunctioned or something, but please believe me when I say I've been in love with you for months."

A blush painted your cheeks as you took in his words, a weird mixture of confusion and relief flooding your emotions.

"You do?" He nodded, still holding you close to him. "But- you just- you do?"

He laughed, pulling you into a hug and whispering in your ear, "I do. I really, really do."

"I love you too." You admitted in as soft a whisper, eagerly leaning into his warm embrace. You took a deep breath, finding comfort in the all too familiar scent.

You would have stood in his embrace for hours if not for your moment being interrupted by the clapping and hollering of your teammates.

"About time, punk." Bucky smirked from his seat on the barstools.

"Personally, I would love to know what happened in Y/N's doorway." Tony chimed in, laughing when you hid your face in Steve's chest.

"Steve probably just found out about Y/N's sweater habit." Nat added casually, earning looks from everyone in the room.

You were speechless, having been sure no one else knew.

Wanda, Sam, and Clint looked way too excited to learn more.

"You all really need to be more observant." She muttered to yourself.

You and Steve slipped out of the room when attention had turned to Nat, slowly making your way back up to your room.

"You're welcome to steal my sweaters anytime." Steve pulled you into his side as you walked down the hall.

"Oh, well I guess I'll start with this one then." You smirked before pulling him into your room, already removing the sweater from his body.

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just-fandomthings · 3 years

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#48 for winteriron for the kisses ask??

...out of habit.

Much to Bucky’s delight and Tony’s dismay, he is able to identify twelve different ways to steal the Declaration of Independence other than what was portrayed in National Treasure.

“I can’t believe I missed that one,” Tony groans, sounding like he’s genuinely embarrassed at having only identified eleven ways to steal the Declaration of Independence versus Bucky’s twelve.

Bucky just laughs and tells Tony, “Eleven’s not bad, doll, for an amateur.”

“Excuse me?!” Tony cries, sounding put out. “I may have only been 34 when I saw National Treasure for the first time and not a senior citizen like you, but I’m not an amateur, I’m a professional.”

“A professional would have identified all twelve ways to steal the Declaration of Independence,” Bucky tells him seriously.

“Fri, are you hearing this? Betrayed by my own friend in my own home- make note of this frankly hurtful behavior, and the next time I’m inclined to have a movie night with Bucky, remind me of the cruelty that took place tonight,” Tony says with his arms folded across his chest, looking amused despite his best efforts to appear disgruntled.

Bucky takes one look at his expression and bursts out into laughter all over again.

“You’re mean,” Tony pouts, clearly trying his best to look offended. It’s a futile attempt on his part though, given how obvious it is that he’s on the verge of laughing too.

“And you’re a sore loser,” Bucky points out, grinning as he adds, “In addition to an amateur.”

Tony grumbles under his breath at his rude and unfair comments, but he’s smiling as he says it.

Bucky just smiles back at him as he turns his attention back to the-

Tony leans over into his space and kisses him on the cheek. Bucky knows his eyes are wide as he looks over, and no doubt he’s blushing too as he clears his throat and goes, “That- um, you- what was that for?”

Tony shrugs, flush high on his cheeks as he says nonchalantly, like it’s no big deal, “You looked happy.”

Happy? Bucky almost clarifies- me? He hasn’t felt happy in- in a long time, so long that he’s not even sure he remembers what it feels like to be happy. But he looks at Tony, thinking of the peace and safety he feels when he’s with him, and he thinks of their laughter and he realizes, I am happy.

A couple of days later, Bucky’s grinning as he watches Dum-E and U argue over who gets to bring the tennis ball back to him when Tony does it again. Bucky’s aware that he’s approaching from the desk he was working at, but he is still utterly taken by surprise when Tony presses up close into his personal space, stretches up on his toes, and kisses his cheek. He’s gone as quick as he comes, going right back to his desk and the gauntlet he’s working on, but the same flush is high on his cheeks again.

“What was that for?” Bucky manages to ask, when he’s done gaping at Tony like a love-struck teenager.

Tony glances over at him as Dum-E drops the ball into his hand triumphantly. “You looked happy,” he says.

Bucky turns away and smiles.

It happens again and again, and again. Bucky asks every time and Tony gives the same answer every time: you looked happy.

And if Bucky finds himself coming to the workshop more often or asking for more movie nights to see if he can get a kiss on the cheek from Tony, well, that’s nobody’s business but his own.

Bucky is in the middle of arguing with Sam over who has the better taste in music when Tony enters the kitchen, half-asleep and clearly in search of coffee. Bucky stops his argument long enough to smile and say, “G’morning, Tony,” before he’s right back in the argument again.

“Now, hold on, I know you didn’t just insult Marvin Gaye!” Sam cries out, affronted.

“Of course I didn’t!” Bucky says, offended. “I like his music just fine, I was just merely pointin’ out that your taste in music could be improved if you listened to- what was that for?” he interrupts himself on autopilot when Tony sits down next to him at the kitchen counter and kisses his cheek before raising his mug to his lips.

“You looked happy,” Tony mumbles back his standard response, clearly still more asleep than awake as he sets his mug down on the counter and leans over to put his head on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky smiles softly at him and brings his arm around his shoulders before he continues, “Like I was saying, your music taste could be improved if you listened to- what’s wrong with your face?”

“Excuse me?” Sam huffs, staring at him weirdly still. “Take a look in the mirror, Barnes, and are we just not going to address the elephant in the room?”

“You were the one who cut me off before I could tell you-”

“No, not that, when did you two become a thing?” Sam gestures wildly between him and Tony. Bucky just stares at him blankly. “The kiss on the cheek, Tony sleeping on your shoulder; when did you two start dating?”

“We’re not,” Bucky says, frowning at him. “Tony just kissed my cheek, it’s our thing, you got a problem with that?”

“Your what?”

“Our thing,” Bucky repeats, starting to get defensive. “It’s nice, I like it, and it’s none of your business.”

Sam raises his hands a little. “Not judging, man,” he’s quick to reassure. “Just didn’t expect it, I guess.”

“I kissed him cause he was happy,” Tony says softly into his shoulder like it’s the only necessary explanation, and it is.

Bucky glares at Sam, silently daring him to say anything either against their thing or Tony. “It’s sweet,” Sam says after a moment, giving Bucky an all-knowing grin like he’s aware of something that Bucky’s not. “Now, bionic man, tell me, exactly whose music is so good that it’ll refine my already perfect taste in music?”

Bucky snorts and off they go again, like nothing ever happened.

Tony continues on with the kisses after that, now just without care of whether they’re alone or not. When they’re together, Tony kisses him all the time: while they’re watching a movie, while they’re working on a car engine together, and even while they’re talking about what their plans are for the day.

Tony also kisses him while he’s baking, while he’s reading, and while he’s playing with Dum-E and U. If Tony’s up early to catch a flight and happens to come across him and Steve as they’re laughing and coming in from a jog, Tony kisses him. He’ll kiss him while he’s bickering with Sam about something, or while he’s competing with Clint about who’s the better sniper. (He is, but Clint isn’t willing to admit defeat yet.) Tony’ll kiss him while he’s eating breakfast with Nat, or listening to Thor’s stories of Asgard, and he’s even brave enough to interrupt his cooking sessions with Bruce in order to steal a kiss.

Every time Bucky asks, “What was that for?” and every time Tony always says, “You looked happy.”

It’s their thing.

“You know, that first time you kissed my cheek when we were watching National Treasure, that was the first time I’d been kissed since HYDRA captured me,” Bucky tells him one day as they’re lounging on the sofa together.

Tony sets his tablet aside and looks at him. “I didn’t know that,” he says, looking unsure for a moment, as if he’s trying to gauge how serious the conversation is. He must see the gleam in Bucky’s eye because he adds, “I’m glad I was your first though.”

Bucky snorts, laughing easily like he always does with Tony. “Yeah doll, me too.” He looks at Tony, taking in the warmth in his eyes, and then leans over to kiss his cheek. He lingers there for a moment and then pulls back, heart pounding.

Tony half raises his hand like he’s going to touch his cheek. His eyes are wide and his cheeks a little flushed; in the last four months he’s been kissing Bucky, Bucky has never kissed him back, until now. “What was that for?” Tony asks hoarsely.

Bucky shrugs and says nonchalantly, like it isn’t a big deal, “You looked happy.”

Tony’s blush deepens. “I’m- I’m always happy when I’m with you,” he says quietly.

Bucky leans forward so there’s only a few inches of space between them. “Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly.

Tony glances down at his lips briefly and then looks back up as he nods, saying softly, “yes.”

Bucky leans in and closes his eyes, kissing him gently.

“What was that for?” Tony whispers when he pulls back.

“That was for always making me happy.”

Tony grins and kisses him again.

End.

#winteriron #bucky barnes #tony stark #my fanfic #this was a lot of fun!! thank you for this prompt <3 #i really hope you like this!#winteriron is one of my favorite ships and I’m in the middle of a huge WI fic (my first for the fandom lol if you don’t count this lol)#but in that fic they haven’t kissed yet so this was my first winteriron kiss!!#I have so much inspiration for that fic now tho too :)

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eclectickss · 3 years

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PGATW Part 3

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x OC (fem!reader)

Summary: The avengers take a vacation to a private island rental off of the Georgia coast! You now have an opportunity to spend time with your new family, especially Wanda and Natasha.

Word Count: 2.5K

Check out my main post for links to the rest of the parts. Two parts in one day cause why not.

Fifteen minutes past the hour mark, everyone was finally in the common area. You had your large, musty green duffle bag and your dinosaur backpack ready to go at your feet, as well as your apple juice and chocolate croissant in hand. Natasha and Wanda rolled their eyes at you when they walked in and saw your breakfast choices, but you just laughed.

They both shared one big black duffle bag, as well as their own backpacks. Nat had black jean shorts and a tight red top, while Wanda had on black sweats and a white sweatshirt. You had on black cargo pants with a black spaghetti strap top so that your dino pack didn't clash with your outfit. That was very important to you.

While you were focused on your croissant, Wanda leans down over you behind the couch. "You were looking really hot until I noticed that kids pack you have there, Talia."

You turned to her, offended that she criticized your friend. "His name is Pablo, Wanda."

"No, don't worry," she smiled and returned to whisper next to your ear. "It's just cute now." You grumbled in response, even though you liked the endearment. You turn to offer a bad comeback to the Sokovian, but Tony beats you to any talking.

"Alright, Avengers. I guess you might like to know where this island is, but seeing as we're 15 minutes late, I don't care. There's a bus in the garage to take us to the upstate campus to get our flight out of here. Get there." Everyone was slightly surprised to see how organized Tony was, but nonetheless they all headed to the elevator. "Suitcases under the bus unless they're carry ons! And no teleporting, Talia!"

Without a second thought, you turned immediately to Peter.

"BUS BUDDIES!" The two of you ran to hug before a voice stopped you.

"Actually, I was hoping I could sit with Peter," Natasha said as the large group waited for the even larger elevator, most people not really paying attention to the conversation. You looked at Natasha and Wanda who both acted like everything was normal, and then at Peter who clearly had no idea what was going on.

"Uh... ok?" You were confused, but Nat looked rather confident in herself, so you didn't fight it.

"Just for the bus ride, Talia." She added, everyone now stepping into the elevator. "You can have him back after. I just wanna get to know him a bit since we didn't spend too much time together during the SRP." She smiled.

"No- yeah that's totally cool. "I guess that leaves me with Wanda, then?" You looked at the Sokovian.

"I would love to sit with you, Talia." Your cheeks tinged at the accent again as you returned a warm look to the Avenger.

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Finally, after enough struggle, the bus was pulling out of the tower garage and onto the open streets of the city. You requested a window seat, which Wanda happily gave, but Peter and Natasha were too far in the back for you two to converse with.

"Why did Nat want to sit with Peter so bad?" You begin.

"To be honest with you Talia, I actually suggested that Natasha sit with Peter. I think it would be better for the details to be re-told through him, though. Sorry if you don't like secrets, and I can tell you now, I just think there is a better way to approach the topic, and that is through him." She sighed, and you tried your best to understand.

"Alright I guess. I mean I trust you... so I will leave it at that. The drive isn't that bad anyways."

"I admire the way you think, Talia." The accent makes your toes curl again, and the Sokovian pauses. "You like it when I say your name, don't you?" You turn to meet eyes, face red. "Talia?" Your stomach turns and all you can do is hum in response. "Admit that you like it."

"Shut up."

"Ok." Wanda closes her mouth and faces the front of the bus.

"Wait- no- i didn't mean stop talking..."

She raises an eyebrow.

"I just- i meant stop teasing me."

Wanda laughed. "There's nothing wrong with liking my accent, Talia. It's cute." You smile.

"Thanks... I think." You blush.

"Alright so..." She starts a new conversation. "Tell me about yourself." This catches you off guard.

"Huh?" You scrunch up your face and Wanda laughs.

"C'mon, Talia! Tell me about yourself! I already know that you love dinosaurs and that you think black coffee drinkers are alien... and I know that you are bold, yet shy when it comes to those you care about. I can't confidently say anything else, so tell me about yourself." She makes eye contact with you and you both blush.

The prompt makes you think.

"Well, I'll start by touching up on a few of those. I do love dinosaurs, but I don't think that black coffee drinkers are alien. I know that they are alien." Wanda rolls her eyes. "And I'm shy because feelings aren't my forte. Im scared to lose people, but once I open up to them and I know they're gonna stick around... all hell breaks loose." The Sokovian laughs, and you begin to treasure that sound.

"Alright, so what else." She gave all of her attention to you.

You short-circuited, so you started listing random things.

"Well my favorite color is black, but secretly it's pink. I love a good sunset, but I like sun rises more cause not as many people see them, and it feels more intimate. Besides sunrises, I normally don't wake up too early, but more when my body wakes up. I hate sleeping in past 10:00 though, cause by then, you've already wasted a half of a day, unless you're spending that morning with someone else. I really like-"

"Are you saying you would want to sleep in with Nat and me?" She smirked.

All you can respond with is a grin before slowly returning to the conversation.

"I love big hugs and back scratches, and I like it when people play with my hair. I do value my personal space, though, so my alone time is important." Wanda nodded, happy to be learning so much about you. You slowed down your thoughts even more. "I-" You paused. "And the most important values that I seek in people, including myself, are honesty and empathy." You locked eyes with Wanda. "Above everything." She slowly reached to tuck a lose piece of hair behind your ear.

"Is that all you want to share?" She nearly whispered, stealing a glance or two at your lips.

"For now..." you replied at the same volume before glancing around the bus to see if anyone was paying attention to you. When you decided that you were in the clear, you sat back down in your seat and pulled Wanda over to you to give her a slow, soft kiss. The two of you felt like kids again, hiding from the adults as you made out in the seats of the bus.

Meanwhile, in the back of the vehicle, Natasha finally started talking to Peter.

"So Peter," She started, a small smirk on her face. Everyone who was someone could tell how nervous he was to have Natasha Romanoff happily sitting next to him. He gulped as he awkwardly closed the laptop and turned to face the assassin.

"Yeah, Nat? What-What's up?" He tried to sneak a glance at you, but since both of you had window seats, he couldn't see.

"I wanted to talk to you about Talia."

"Uhm, ok... yeah what about?"

"Well, I'm sure she told you already about Wanda and me." He nodded, so Nat continued. "I know you two are very close, and I am genuinely happy for you... both Wanda and I. I'm happy that you have a friend on this team finally." She paused and he nodded. "But we were hoping that we could steal Talia for the vacation. Or at least spend some time with her. It's just hard since i'm on missions so often and Wanda is constantly training and busy running the SRP, so these next two weeks are a rare opportunity for the two of us, and we both really want to spend that time getting to know Talia before our lives get crazy again." She finished, honestly a little nervous to be asking Peter for permission. There wasn't much of a break in the conversation, though.

"Actually... yeah. That's..... kind of what I hoped would happen."

Natasha tilted her head in question.

"Mr. Stark already talked to me about it."

The assassin's eyes widened.

"No! Not- not about the relationship. About the two weeks. Uhh... he actually told me that he wanted to spend the time with me to teach me some stuff." He thinned his lips.

"Oh... ok. What about Pepper?"

"She's excited for some alone time, supposedly."

"Ok, then... that works out perfectly." Nat, a little surprised that the conversation went so well, sat back in her seat to face the front. Only a few minutes went by before Peter spoke again, though.

"I didn't know Wanda ran the SRP."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, happy to be getting closer to Peter. She wanted to be a part of your life and accepted into it as much as possible. "Yeah. She and Pietro started it after Ultron. They felt it was their duty to help whoever they put in harm's way. They're a non-profit that get donations from global organizations including SHIELD to aid in the re-stabilization of Sokovia and many other places that we fucked up." Her voice nearly cut off at the end as her throat thickened a little, but she held it together.

"That's awesome, Natasha."

"Yeah, it is, right? Wanda is incredibly selfless and caring, and she amazes me every day."

"She's lucky to have you and Talia."

That caught Nat completely off guard. "Thank you, Peter. I mean it." He smiled, but took a deep breath before asking another question.

"Hey, Nat,"

"Yeah Peter?"

"Do you think Wanda would mind if I interviewed her for a school project? My leadership class at the university is going to have a big non-profit study when we return to school in the fall and we're supposed to find a non-profit to create a fundraising event for, and I think it would be really cool if I could do it for the SRP. The goal is to build leadership skills through organizing and meeting people to talk to, and I think I would like to work with her."

Nat thought it over for a moment.

"Peter,"

"Yeah Nat?"

"I think she would love that."

"Really! Awesome." He smiled, wanting to hug the redhead, but not knowing if they were that close yet.

"In fact, I think you should go ask her right now."

"Oh... now?"

"No time like the present, Peter."

"Uh... ok. You're right." He hopped over Natasha and into the isle of the motor coach. "Could you hand me my computer?" Natasha smiled as she reached into his bag.

"Tell Talia to get her cute ass back here."

He blushed with slight embarrassment. "...right." Natasha watched as he walked towards the front of the bus with ease, stopping at one of the seats near the end of the isle.

"Hey, Talia," You had your head rested on Wanda's shoulder when you heard Peter behind you. Sitting up, you see he has his computer with him, leaving you confused.

"What's up, Web Kid?" You rubbed your eyes, the Sokovian looking just as confused as you were.

"I was wondering if you could switch with me for a bit. I actually wanted to talk to Wanda about something." Now you we're definitely confused.

"I don't know anything about this, I promise." Wanda turned to you.

"Uhh... sure..." You hopped over her legs. "Have at it, I guess." With many questions remaining, you grabbed your dino pack and headed to the back.

"Hey Natasha." You smiled as you swung over into Peter's old seat. "So why did Peter kick me out? Not that I'm unhappy to be here, I'm just confused. It's not about that thing that Wanda wouldn't tell me about, right?" Natasha giggled.

"No, Peter actually wanted to ask Wanda if he could work with her for his leadership class at the university."

"Oh, his big project! He was so worried about finding a non-profit, and I totally forgot that Wanda co-headed the operation! I think they're actually going to get along really well, Nat. I'm excited to hear about it later. And you should come to the fundraising event whenever it happens! I know he would love to see you there."

"Ok..." Natasha stares at you sweetly.

"What?" You jokingly punch her arm. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing... it's just... you care a lot. Seeing other people happy makes you happy, and you're passionate for the ones you love. You have a good heart, Talia."

You stare at her, not knowing how to respond to her words.

"So," Natasha fills the silence again. "What did you and Wanda talk about over there?"

Without even coming up with an answer to her question, you pulled her into a rough kiss before the conversation could change. Natasha seem surprised at first, but eased up shortly after. You softened up too, kissing her slowly once before pulling away.

"What was that for?" She blushed, looking down into her lap.

"What you said... it was kind. Thank you."

"Yeah well don't get used to it. I'm not normally that mushy."

"No, I bet you are." You giggled and poked her side. "No, I bet you like it, too. I bet you like being called cute and I bet the pet name 'baby' makes you weak." Natasha glares at you, cheeks red. She hasn't told you to stop yet though, so you decide to take it up a notch, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "I bet you like being topped and willingly giving the lead over to someone else for a change... that you like not being the one in charge for once." She shivered, and you smirked. Slowly, though, Natasha turned her own head to put her lips up to your own ear.

"Well I bet you like it when i'm in charge, Talia. I bet you like being called 'good girl' and I bet you dream about taking orders from me and Wanda. Kiss me, Talia. Touch me. Run your fingers through my cunt, Talia. Fuck me, Talia." Your entire soul shut down, not knowing how to respond to that. Your eyes somehow meet, and your face burns. She was right... I did like that.

"It seems I've forgotten already," she continues, returning to a normal volume, "but what was it you said you talked about with Wanda?"

Thank the gods the drive was almost over.

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LDAF - The Avengers

Hiding Magic (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Mention of crime (stealing) Request: ... reader who is a very powerful magician ... who also robs because their family is poor ... One day all the Avengers comes to their school to give a speech. However, the reader gets there late and sees the Avengers thinking they’re about to get arrested. They then go to the Bathroom to use magic and escape. Right when R using magic Peter, Tony, Strange walks in. After talking the R ends up an Avenger.

Serenity (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Sick child, illness Request: ... reader being a part of the avengers, but the others gets suspicious when she starts refusing missions on particular dates and she always sneaks of, but it turns out she visits a children’s hospital or something because she wants to give them hope? ...

Crushing The Grape (Avengers X Male!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers to Infinity War. Death. Reader basically tortured Thanos. Think Magneto with blood. Request: Could you do avengers x male reader where male reader kills that giant purple grape(thanos) on Titan

The Happiest Avenger (Avengers X Reader) TRIGGER WARNING: Depression and self harm mention Request: ... R is very happy to a point where they’re the happiest person on the avengers but the R is secretly messed up, they never shows it. The R has a secret they self-harm. So one day Steve finds the scars while they’re talking in the kitchen then thinks the worst. So he sets up a meeting with the crew and the next day R walks in and the crew have to act normal but then comfronts the R but the end is very fluff

Young Weapon (Avengers X Teen!Male!Reader) Warnings: Mention of violence, mention of fire, death of parents, mention of torture Request: ... reader where he’s discovered as a brainwashed assassin (like bucky) where he was taken when he was like 5 and is now 15 and he suffered worse than bucky did and they try to help him oh wow that was long

Not Happening (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of torture, brain washing, ptsd/nightmares and killing. Request: ... reader is a superpowered teenager that the avengers took care of after finding her in a hydra base. She’s still trying to fit in but the government is trying to take her away due to her past crimes when she was still controlled by hydra ...

Scratches (Avengers X Male!Reader) Warnings: Sexual mentions Request: … Where male reader was training and took his shirt of and the avengers see he has scratches(from late night activities) on his back and tease him about it and he comes up with a sassy response. The whole late night activities don’t have to be detailed

No More Fighting Pt 1 (Avengers X Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Death of character Request: ... before the battle cap and iron have a fight but the reader plays peacemaker and makes everything alright. At the battle the reader sacrifice themself to help the avengers get away before getting captured ... but the avengers think they k.i.a. And at the funeral cap and iron make peace for the sake of the reader

Ranger (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Fighting Request: .... a steampunk style and meets the avengers after they see her beating up bad guys or something ...

Testing Patience (Avengers X Fem!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Mild swearing Request: … a very calm reader who life with the avengers in the tower and one day she is mad at something and all the avengers are there and think she is very cute when she is angry and hug her and joke on her, and she gets more angy because they think she is cute …

Anomaly (Avengers X Teen!Male!Reader) Request: ... reader who is a powerful being and all they know about their life is that they’re human with powerful powers. Avengers are trying to capture them, they’re trying to capture him to question him. because he robbed a bank and seen what the reader could do. The powers he has are called Imagination Manifestation its like imagining something and comes true. And at the end he some how gets a job at avengers

Blind Meeting (Avengers X Blind!Reader) Request: ... reader is really nervous to meet the avengers because shes blind but peter assures her that itll be fine and the avengers end up loving her

Loyalty (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Torture, memory loss Request: ... reader gets compromised, tries to take down the avengers ... They refuse to fight her ...

Revenge Is Bloody (Avengers X Vampire Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Blood and gore Request: ... hydra operatives keep showing up dead drained of their blood? The team are called to investigate. Bucky is fine with it but everyone seems kind of nervous cause they don’t know what their dealing with. They find out it’s a girl in her teens that hydra experimented on turning her into a vampire and she was able to over power and hunt them down. They track her and she willingly goes with them to join the team.

Much Needed Sleep (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: passing out, swearing. Request: ... reader has insomnia and barely sleeps. She lies to the rest of them (the avengers) so they don’t worry. She has about 4 hours sleep a night, sometimes less. When she’s doing a mission, she collapses from exhaustion ...

Mistake (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Injury, death Request: ... one day the reader messes up badly on a mission and the avengers talk about how the reader let down So the reader quits and the avengers go looking for the reader and finds them and talks about how they’re sorry ...

Real Magic (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warning: Falling from heights, presumed deaths, dangerous stunts. Request: Peter and The avengers go to a circus they decide to go see a magic show, and tony is totally not buying it. It turns out the reader is the star, and her magic is real. Maybe they try to get her on the team. …

“Did you have to seduce the entire team!?” (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Request: … reader is young and beautiful and starts living in the tower with the avengers and she flirts with all of them just for fun, and all of them think that she is in love with them and at the end they start fighting ... and ask reader which one would she choose finally and she chooses ruce ...

I Don’t Know What I’d Do Without You (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Self conscious reader, teasing Request: Can you do a female reader, where she feels as if she isn’t worthy enough to be in the avengers, she feels as if she’s the odd one out. Nat overhears her talking to her friend on the phone about thinking about leaving and she gets the others to convince her she is worthy?

Auntie June Came Early (Male Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warning: Period time~ Request: … reader is in her days and Nat and Wanda are away, and the male avengers got nuts because they think she might be in a lot of pain and overprotect her and dont let her do anything, not even move, and she complain about the pain just once and they all freak out and she thinks is hilarious! ...

Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader. Request: ... reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.

Hello, I’m Pansexual (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of homophobia, anxiety. Request: ... reader’s part of the avengers and has powers, but is pan and struggling w how to come out to the team bc she’s scared they’ll kick her off?

Surprise! (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Sad emotions Request: … reader thinks everyone forgot their birthday but they were just planning a surprise party for them? …

If You Get Killed, Walk It Off. (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Grieving, supposed death, explosion, blood, death Request: … reader is in a mission with the avengers and then there is an explossion and the reader was in that building and everybody thinks that she died, and start to cry and remember how they love her, and finally she was ok, and goes with them and ask what happen? …

Help (Avengers X Reader) SERIOUS TRIGGER WARNING: SELF- HARM MENTIONS Request: ... a super angsty self-harm one with avengers.

Where Do Babies Come From? (Avengers X Child!Reader) Warnings: Mild swearing, sex ed talk Request: … reader is the little protect one sister of the avengers (like 12 years old) and she goes around the tower asking the avengers how babies are made. (she doesnt have a mom, so she doesnt know anything) and Tony freaks out because doesnt want her to grow up! …

Phantom (Avengers X Fem!Reader) | Part 2 Request: ... reader’s super badass the team rarely sees her shes like a ninja and according to clint who ever sees her outside missions will have a lucky day (lmao) and like when the teams having movie night shes just like standing behind them in the shadows ...

No Spoilers (Avengers X Reader) | Part 2 | Part 3 Warnings: Spoilers of AOU SET BEFORE AOU Request: ... reader from our universe gets dropped into the avengers.

One Last Goodbye (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Death, mourning. Request: … reader died during a mission. Fury give Tony a USB key and told him to watch the video with the rest of the avengers. on the video the reader is talking about how much she loved them and tells each avenger little facts that she loved about them and she thanks them for being her family. …

Birthday Girl (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Request: ... it’s the female readers birthday. She works with the Avengers but aside from that she doesn’t have any friends. She is having a bad birthday, the avengers don’t know. They find out it’s her birthday and surprise her, making it better. …

Welcome to the Family (Avengers X Elf!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of neglect Request: ... reader is half human, half light elf but you were taken from Alfheim and abandoned on earth when the dark elves attacked. (From Thor) The avengers find you and take you in. Thor offers to bring you home but you’ve gotten attached to the human world and decides to stay. You’ve especially gotten attached to Tony cause he treated you like a daughter since you were very young and petite. Smaller then normal elves

Not Your Fault (Avengers X Fem!Teen!Reader) Warnings: Mention of extreme injury, disability, guilt. Request: ... reader is Tony’s teen daughter and she is really good friends with everyone in Team Cap but then during the airport fight she gets hurt and is unable to walk again ... and then when she sees Team Cap again they feel really guilty specially because one of them caused the injury and Natasha feels angry at herself because she was supposed to be her mother figure and look out for her ...

Fitting In (Avengers X Adopted!Reader) Request: ... Tony, being known for his impulsive choices adopts a 14 yr old girl. She’s got the innocent girl next door look but she’s a complete devil. Nat loves her, Clint is afraid of her and Loki, Bucky and Sam are her partners in crime for evil pranks. All is well until she pulls a prank on Bruce and he hulks out. But even Hulk falls under her innocent spell and can’t seem to do anything to her.

Hair Pulling (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Hair pulling, pulling hair out Request: ... One of the Avengers finds out that the reader has trichotillomania and try’s to help them to stop?

Headaches (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of AoU, Illness, swearing, mention of getting high and drunk Request: The reader is sick all of the time and the avengers are concerned about them, so they have to try and convince the avengers that they’re okay in the long run ...

Killer Cupcakes (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Serious illness, near death Request: ... reader is like really sick/hurt and tries to hide it from the other avengers, but they find out and freak bc she almost died ...

The Ultimate Sacrifice (Avengers X Male!Reader) Warnings: Death of character, description of death, mourning Request: ... they’re trapped in a capsized (upside down) cruise ship and the reader ... sacrifices himself to save the group, based on the song My Immortal by Evanescence ...

Animals (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Swearing Request: ... reader is sort of spiritually connected with animals or has some sort of connection with animals where they just adore her ... and the avengers ... keep finding random animals around the tower and Tony keeps telling her off for it; secretly everyone finds it amusing and the reader knows this.

I Need My Family (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Mention of harrassment, assault and swearing Request: ... reader is part time university student - part time Avenger ... and reader somehow gets into some trouble that involves the police, and they try to keep it secret from the others, but Steve finds out and tells Wanda, then they tell the others ...

Other Me (Bucky X Fem!Reader) | *PREQUEL* [Part 2] | Part 3 *Sequel Warnings: Needles, stabbing, blood, death Request: … reader joined the avengers before Bucky. He sees her as sweet, shy and innocent but during missions she’s a complete psycho? After missions its like nothing happened. So he asks Steve about it and he says she’s like that cause before missions they take her off her meds that keep her in check. If she doesn’t have them she’s kinda over the top angry.

Hidden Art (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Request: ... reader is a shy recruit at the Avengers and she doesn’t really talk to anyone and didn’t let anyone in her room, and one day someone walked to her room and found out that she was very good at art ...

Joining The Team Pt 1 (Avengers X Reader) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 ~Finale Warnings: Blood, Violence, torture Request: ... Avengers x reader fic, really angsty ...

Compromised (Neal Caffrey X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Nat kills someone, violence Request: ... Neal Caffrey (reader’s boyfriend) finds out she’s an Avenger, and the Avengers find out she has a boyfriend? Mozzie is protective of Neal and Nat and Bucky are protective of reader and try to scare Neal into backing off?

I’ll Kill Him (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of Domestic abuse. Request: Reader is the Avenger’s assistant and like a little sister to them, and one day she doesn’t come into work and Bucky goes to her house to make sure she’s OK and finds out she’s in an abusive relationship and helps her.

Where’s Nat? (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Blood. Looooots of blood. Request: teen reader has period and goes to avengers for help but Nat isn’t home – Tony is her uncle!

Not alone (Avengers X Reader) SERIOUS WARNING: SELF HARM MENTIONS. Other warnings: Getting shot. Request: Avengers see Reader’s self harm scars and confront her

Overprotective much? (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: One swear word, threatening, flirting, drinking and attempted murder by an overprotective brother. Request: ... reader is Tony´s sister and she is really beautiful (thats why Tony won´t introduce her) and the avengers are surprised and start bothering Tony and he gots really jealous and protective ...

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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Iron 10 (Peter Parker x Fem!Oc)

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Chapter 9

"And how am I supposed to learn to control them if they forbid me to do anything?" Lily asks from the back seat.

“We’ll talk to your father. Depending on what happens, we’ll send them the necessary equipment,” informs Fury.

"Depending on what happens?"

"Legal aspects.”

"As which?"

"Lily, one problem at a time," Nat interrupts.

“Fine. Where are we going?"

"Do you want a donut?"

"Sure!"

The van pulls up outside the Randy’s Donuts store, Fury comes out. They both look at him from inside the car. Tony’s sitting on the huge donut.

"Why did we come for him?” She grits her teeth, remembering the annoyance towards her father.

"You two should talk," Nat says.

"I don’t want to.”

"If you want us to help you, that is the condition.”

Lily turns away from the window and folds her arms looking at the redhead.

"You didn't say anything about conditions.”

"Now there are.”

"It's not fair,” She sighs and then looks at Nat's outfit. "Why do you wear that? Is it your super spy uniform?"

"Something like that. You like it?"

“You look weird, but I like it. Do you have weapons or explosives?"

“Perhaps."

The agent receives an order from her intercom. She responds and returns to the girl.

"Come on, I'll buy you a donut."

They both get out of the truck and enter the premises. Nat asks Lily a chocolate donut and walks to the chairs where Tony and Fury are, while the girl takes the donut from her and sits in an armchair away from them, with her back to them.

"Huh!" Tony says when he sees Natasha in a new outfit "You're... fired.”

"That's not up to you,” answers the redhead sitting down.

"Tony, I want you to meet Agent Romanoff,” adds Fury.

“Hi."

"I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. shadow. Once we knew you were ill or out of control, I was tasted to you by Director Fury. Besides taking care of your daughter in risky situations,” She tilts her head towards Lily.

Tony frowns and looks away to meet the little girl, eating a donut while she swings her legs. He goes back to the redhead.

"I suggest you apologize,” answers Tony.

"You've been very busy," continues Fury. “You made your girl your CEO, you’re giving away your stuff, you neglect your daughter without taking into account the high priority over her powers, you let your friend fly way with your suit. Now, if I did’nt know better—”

Tony rolls his eyes. Again, someone else scolding him for whatever stupid thing he does. Although he now knows that he did screw up, he doesn't want to hear it again. He has enough with his own mind.

"You don't know better. I didn’t give it to him. He took it."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, He took it?" asks Fury. “You’re Iron Man and he just took it? The Little brother walked in there, kicked your ass and took your suit?" He says. “Is that possible?"

“Well, according to Mr. Stark’s database security guidelines, there are redundancies to prevent unauthorized usage,” answers Nat.

Tony snorts.

"What do you want from me?"

“What do we want from you? Uh-uh,” Fury says as Natasha gets up. “What do you want from me? You have become a problem, a problem I have to deal with. Contrary to your belief, you are not the center of my universe,” He scolds him.

In that, Natasha injects something into Tony making him scream. The conversation is overheard by Lily, but only when he complains does she turn around.

"Oh, god, are you gonna steal my kidney and sell it?" Tony asks.

Natasha moves Tony's head and Fury sees the lines on Stark's neck slowly disappear.

Fury explains what the substance they just injected does to him.

“Give me a couple of boxes of that. I'll see right as rain."

"It's not a cure, it just abates the symptoms,” Nat explains.

"You need to get back to work, Stark," Fury says and Tony sighs. "And by Stark, I mean both," He points back.

Lily realizes that he sees her and turns away.

"I don't think she wants to work as a team now."

“She has her reasons. You are a terrible companion.”

***

They all return home to Malibu. Tony and Nick sit on the terrace, now destroyed. They both talk about the reactor, the technology that Howard Stark couldn't finish, and about Vanko father and son.

Fury takes it upon himself to explain everything to Tony, while Lily returns from her room after making sure that no one had destroyed her. Nat had told him what happened with Rhodes and Tony.

The little girl walks to sit on the stairs that lead to the terrace, listening to the adults.

“You told me I hadn't tried everything. What do you mean I haven’t tried everything? What haven’t I tried?" Tony points out.

"He said that you were the only person with the means and knowledge to finish what he started.”

"He said that?"

“Are you that guy? Hmm? Are you? ‘Cause if you are, then you can solve the riddle of your heart. Or maybe, I should be discussing this with your daughter."

Tony winces and shakes his head. Lily frowns.

"I don't know where you get your information, but he wasn't my biggest fan," says Tony.

"I'm not either," adds Lily, resting her chin on her arm. Tony glances at her.

"What do you remember about your dad?"

This catches the girl's attention.

“He was cold, he was calculating. He never told me he loved me. He never even told me he liked me, so it’s a Little tough for me to digest then you’re telling me he said the whole future was riding on me an’s passing it down. I don't get that."

Hearing that, Lily feels a little sorry for Tony. Only a little. She imagines how could be her grandfather when Tony was her age.

"You're talking about a guy whose happiest day was when he shipped me off to boarding School.”

"That’s not true.”

"Well, then, clearly you knew my dad better than I did.”

“As a matter of fact, I did. You can believe and think many things about him, but knowing all that, do you really want Lily to think the same about you?" says Fury and then finishes his drink. More agents appear to drop off several suitcases. "Well then, what else will I know about one of the founding members of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

"What?"

All three get up. Lily walks over to see the suitcase.

"What’s this?" Tony asks pointing at her.

"You got this, right?" asks Fury.

"Got what? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to get,” answers Tony nervously.

“Natasha will remain a floater at Stark with her cover of her intact. And you remember Agent Coulson, right?"

“Yeah."

They both greet each other.

"Oh, and Tony,” says Fury before leaving. "After you fix this whole mess, we should talk about Lily's new training, she needs it more than you do. And remember, I got my eye on you.”

The latter makes Lily laugh.

Natasha and Coulson explain to Tony what to do and what not to do, while Lily walks over to the suitcase.

Property of H.Stark

"Okay, time to work, Kid," says Tony.

“No," Lily walks away. "We've been together for several hours and you haven't even apologized, and now you're just hoping that I'll help you?"

Tony raises an eyebrow, shifting uncomfortably.

“Basically."

Lily looks at him in disbelief.

"I don't want to, I won't help you,” She says and then returns to her room.

***

The truth is that Lily does want to help him, but she knows he doesn't deserve it. Moreover, she cannot be alone in her room doing nothing. She wants to know what’s in that suitcase, but she doesn't want Tony to find out about her.

An idea crosses her mind. She may not be the stealthiest, but she is the only thing she has. She goes into the living room of her destroyed house and presses the hidden button on the emergency elevator that goes alone to the workshop. She enters it and after a few seconds arrives at the workshop.

All the lights are off and Tony is sitting in an armchair facing a projection. Lily sneaks up behind the old project.

They both watch the old Howard Stark tapes, rehearsing the presentation of what is now Stark Expo. The man has several mistakes with words, but something else calls him the attention to the girl. Just as a little boy comes out the other side of the desk where Howard presents a model. The boy takes one of the pieces and Howard notices.

“Tony, what are you doing back there? What is that? Put that back!” He scolds him.

Lily leans in to get a better look at the boy version of her father. Now she can see the resemblance between Howard and Tony when scolding their children, but is also fun to watch.

Several takes with more errors follow.

“So, from all of us at Stark Industries, I’d like to personally show you my ass,” says Howard. Lily can't help but laugh at his words, giving away her presence. Although Tony had listened to her since she arrived.

"I know you're in there, kid. You're too curious to miss this,” She comes out of her hiding place, crawling on the ground until she reaches the other side of the projector.

"I'm still mad.”

Tony sighs.

"I know,” He leans in the chair and sets aside a notebook.

“Tony," says Howard causing both of them to return to the screen. “You’re too young to understand this right now, so I thought I would put this film for you. I built this for you. And Someday you'll realize that it represents a whole lot more than just people’s inventions. It represents my life’s work. This is the key to the future,” He shows the model and the reactor. “I'm limited by the technology of my time, but one day you'll figure this out. And when you do, you will change the world. What is and always will be my greatest creation… is you,” The tape ends.

"Do you think Grandpa Howard would love me?" Lily asks when the lights come on.

Tony laughs when he hears ‘Grandpa Howard’, he’s sure he wouldn’t like to be called that.

"I don’t know. Maybe he would love you more than me,” He looks at Lily.

"I am more adorable than you.”

Tony nods, unable to fight back. He sighs. He thinks about the words of his father and wonders why he was never like this with him when they were together. Why does he have to find out about this from a tape or from other people? Then he thinks of his own daughter and Fury's words come back to him.

Tony doesn't want Lily to grow up thinking that he was worse than Howard, he knows what he did.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you that day," He begins.

"And?" She says crossing her arms.

"And sorry for what you had to witness at the party.”

"And?"

Tony purses his lips.

“I'm sorry I failed you. I shouldn't have left you alone, or yell at you, or lie to you.”

"Nat told me that your chest was killing you,” He nods. "Didn't it occur to you to ask for help?"

“It is somewhat complicated. When you say that you are dying, everyone panics.”

"But then they help you.”

"I guess so.”

Lily feels a lump in her throat. Just remembering that, she again feels afraid of losing her father without even knowing something about what was really going on.

"I don't like that you hide things from me or lie to me," she says with a broken voice.

“Sorry."

"No, you must promise that you won’t do it again,” she interrupts him.

Tony watches Lily's determination.

"I promise.”

“Mr. Fury said we are a team. You must do your part,” she says as she gets up.

"Mr. Fury?"

"Dad!"

"Okay, okay, I got it!” He argues. In that he remembers an unfinished business. Tony stayed for a moment in the destroyed mansion and as he passed through the kitchen he saw a burned box on the sides.

He walks over to his desk with Lily following him. He removes the remains from the box and carefully takes the gift from him.

"It's a good try…”

"But you didn't even open it," she complains.

"I'm sorry, but you were missing some details.”

Lily rolls her eyes.

"I put it together by watching a video, it's not as if you had explained each part to me.”

“That can change. Do you remember the rules we agreed upon the first time you were in the workshop?" She nods. “Forget the question limit. From now on, you must ask.”

Lily can't help but smile.

“Agree."

"So, are we good now?"

"Yup, but if you do something wrong, I'll tell Mr. Fury to scold you again."

"He didn't scold me," He complains.

"Whatever you say. Now what shall we do?"

Tony sighs and then winces.

“I must go to Pepper, stay here and cover me with the secret agents. I will not be late.”

"Good luck.”

***

After a few hours, Tony returns with the demo that his father had shown on the tapes. He arms it on various tables.

“Cool," says Lily approaching.

Tony orders Jarvis to scan every detail so he can manipulate it, he takes the hologram and moves it away from the table.

“Open your eyes wide, Kid. The answer to our problems is here,” says Tony giving her a bench and he sits on another. They both look at the model.

"What do we have to look for?"

"A new element.”

“Easy," she says sarcastically.

"My father put it here, we just have to move some things,” He brings the projection towards the center, a sphere.

"He must have something at the core," Tony whispers.

Lily sees what is around.

"What if…?”

"What?"

"What if we put everything together?"

Tony frowns, but an idea crosses his mind.

Little by little, Tony is gathering the important aspects towards the center of the Expo and in each step, he’s explaining Lily. In the end he manages to find a new element, the possible solution to the problem of intoxication.

"Dead for almost twenty years, and still taking me to school,” He says watching his creation. "Nice work, Kid.”

She smiles.

"How will you make it work?" She asks.

"Unfortunately, it’s impossible to synthesize," reports Jarvis.

Tony gets up from his chair.

“Get ready for a major remodel, fellas! We're back in hardware mode. C’mon, kid.”

Between Lily and Tony - mostly Tony - they break down some walls, open the floor and use any energy source in the mansion to connect it to the workshop part. They both open some boxes that S.H.I.E.L.D left them and use every material they have on hand.

"Hold the lamp," Tony tells her.

"It's what I'm doing,” Lily claims while she also tries to see what Tony is doing.

"More to the right.”

"What does that do?"

“Gives more energy. Bring the lamp closer…”

In the meantime, neither of them notices that Phil walks into the shop.

"I heard you broke the perimeter,” says the agent.

"Whoops" says Lily.

"Uh, yeah. That was, like, three years ago. Where have you been?" Tony answers.

"I was doing some stuff.”

"Yeah, well, us too, and it worked.”

Coulson checks the boxes. He pulls out some kind of unfinished shield.

"What’s that?" asks Lily.

“It’s exactly what we need to make this work. Lily, take it,” She obeys. "Lift the coil,” He says to Coulson and between them they lift it up a bit. Enough for Lily to put it under. Tony sets the leveler. “Perfectly level. I'm busy what do you want?"

Coulson warns him that he must go on another mission and says goodbye.

"Glad to see you are a part of it, Lily.”

"It was not easy,” she answers making him laugh.

The hours pass and they both go back to work. In the end, Tony gives Lily some special glasses and explains what they will do.

The energy is concentrated in the device.

"Initializing prismatic accelerator," reports Jarvis. Suddenly a fine laser is projected and reflected off a material.

"Get behind me,” Tony orders him.

Stark operates the machine with the laser, but not before cutting part of the wall where he directs it.

"Oh oh.”

“Oops!"

With difficulty, the laser reaches the small inverted triangle that Tony prepared so that the power would be trapped there. After a few minutes, they turn off the machine. Tony approaches and with tweezers takes the triangle and puts it in the reactor. The item’s accepted.

"We did it?" Lily asks.

“We did it."

She sighs in relief, right now she feels the exhaustion. She walks over to the couch and sits on it.

"Wake me up when we're in trouble," she warns him.

"Why would we be in trouble?"

"Rhodey says we have that talent.”

"Makes sense.”

In that a beep is heard.

"Incoming call and with a blocked number, sir,” warns Jarvis.

“My phone privilege is reinstated. Lovely. Kid, we have the phone back!"

“Great," she answers from the couch.

"Coulson. How’s the land of enchantment?"

"Hey. Tony. How you doing?” The voice is unknown to Lily so she settles in the chair and leans out. "I doubled cycle."

"You what?"

“You told me double cycle’s more power. Good advice.”

"You sound pretty sprightly for a dead guy.”

"What?" whispers Lily. She gets up and walks over to Tony. He makes a sign so that she doesn't make noise.

"You too,” answers the man.

Tony removes his microphone from the call.

"Trace him,” he orders Jarvis.

“Now, the true history of Stark name will be written. Your secrets will be revealed at any moment."

"What is he talking about, dad?"

Tony ignores her and keeps checking the call.

“What your father did to my family over forty years, I will do to you in forty minutes and I will make sure your offspring disappear. I hope you're ready,” He says, and then hangs up.

Tony sees Justin Hammer's announcement at Stark Expo on another screen, and based on the coordinates of the call, Vanko may have something planned for the event. He gets up and takes the new reactor.

"Dad?"

Stark replaces the reactor in his chest, after coughing a bit, the man feels the difference.

"Time to go,” He says walking towards his armor.

"Hey! No. You promised—”

"I have to go, Lily."

“But, you must tell me what happens. You promised not to lie to me,” She gets in her way. He sighs.

"Vanko, the man who tried to kill me in Monaco, wants to do something at the Expo and I have to stop him.”

“What does he plan to do?"

"I'm not sure. You must stay here. I'll talk to Fury about sending agents here. Turn on the TV, I'm sure they'll put it on,” He continues on his way.

“Dad," He turns again. "Be careful, please.”

Tony smiles and nods.

"Stay in the workshop in case I need your help.”

"You got it.”

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no-gorms · 4 years

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Hi! If you're alright with a request, can you do something with Steve or Tony sitting in the other's lap as a joke? Or refusing to sit in the other's lap? Thanks! Feel free to ignore this if you're busy or uninspired or whatever.

Hello, this is ridiculous but I hope you like!

Steve/Tony, lap-sitting, background Bruce/Nat (also on ao3)

It’s nice to visit the Barton farm on their own terms, without the threat of world annihilation looming over their heads. A city boy Steve may be, but he gets the appeal of the place – the peace, the quiet, and especially the (comforting illusion of) distance from the never-ending stream of Avengers-related problems back in the city. Here it is calm, and here they can recharge.

Not that the others seem interested in recharging. They’re all outside the house: Natasha and Clint are having an intensely polite disagreement on how to handle the grill, Thor and Sam are chasing and being chased by various Barton kids, and Bruce and Tony seem to be yelling at each other about the chairs.

Steve’s on the porch, a glass of lemonade in his hand. He follows the steps down, into the thick of Bruce’s huffing at Tony.

“That’s my jacket,” Bruce is saying, his hands on his hips. He’s looming over the only deck chair among the series of wooden chairs, in which Tony is sitting in with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“That doesn’t mean dibs,” Tony says. “If you wanted the deck chair—”

“Then I should have put something of mine on it to call dibs? Is that what I should have done?” Bruce looks up at Steve’s approach. “Cap, Tony stole my chair.”

“I already said that we can share,” Tony says.

“There are other chairs, Bruce,” Steve points out.

“It’s the principle of it,” Bruce says quietly.

“Look, right here.” Tony pats his lap. “Is it the view, is that what you want? Come on, make yourself comfy.”

Bruce hums thoughtfully. “What if I Hulk out and then sit on you?”

“Bruce,” Steve says.

“Maybe you can ask Cap to build you another one,” Tony says.

“I thought building things was your specialty,” Bruce says.

“Tony, just let Bruce have the chair,” Steve says.

“Why are you taking his side!” Tony exclaims.

“Because he knows a chair thief when he sees one,” Bruce says. “I could flatten you. Like that.”

“No, you’re what, 170? That’s nothing. Come on.” Tony gestures at himself, while Bruce’s face twists in irritation. “It’s early, but you can tell Santa Stark what you want for Christmas.”

“You’re both being ridiculous.” Steve doesn’t exactly know why he does it. It’s probably a combination of the easy atmosphere, Bruce’s petty seething, Tony’s petty mockery, and the refreshing ridiculousness of their arguing about a chair instead of anything really important, which makes Steve want to take the most nonsensical route as is befitting the situation.

So Steve sits on Tony’s lap. He does it over Tony’s squawk of surprise, his back facing Tony and his feet flat on the ground, with his knees and Tony’s knees in rough alignment. Steve takes care to spread his weight carefully to avoid squashing him, though the solid muscle of Tony’s thighs really do seem to take his weight just fine.

Bruce blinks a few times. His expression clears. “Okay, this works for me. Enjoy your deck chair.” He happily trots over to another empty chairand sits down.

“Nooooo,” Tony whines, his voice somewhere to the left of Steve’s neck. “I’m being crushed. I’m dying. This is cruel, even for you.”

“The view is nice, actually,” Steve says.

“Not that I can see anything now, thanks,” Tony grumps.

Steve takes another sip of his drink. “Why did Bruce want this chair?”

“He’s just holding a grudge because he thinks I took his chair on the Quinjet earlier,” Tony says.

“Did you?”

“Yeah, but that’s only ‘cause, like, I thought he’d want to sit next to Nat.”

Steve sighs. “Tony.”

“What!” Tony shifts a little, and Steve moves his weight higher up to reduce pressure on Tony’s knees. It’s kind of nice, actually – Tony’s lapis firm but with some cushiony give, though Steve will definitely get up in a minute or so once his point is made. “So if Bruce thinks I just have a weird chair-stealing fixation, then he can keep on believing that I’m dumb enough to not have noticed that that thing is going on.”

“Or maybe you can just not interfere at all,” Steve suggests.

“Oh please, like you haven’t not done anything yourself.”

“I haven’t been reduced to stealing furniture, no.”

“I have lows that will surprise even you.” Tony pauses. “As do you, apparently.”

Steve laughs under his breath. “Yeah.” He glances over at Bruce, who’s made his comfortable sitting in one chair, and his legs propped up on another. “Okay, Bruce is looking better, so please don’t antagonize him any more than necessary, all right?”

Steve starts to move his weight forward onto his feet but is stopped by Tony’s quiet: “No, Steve, wait, wait.” Tony’s voice is urgent and barely above a whisper. His hands come to Steve’s waist, fluttering lightly as though unsure if he’s allowed to touch or not. “Just – just don’t move yet, okay?”

Steve immediately tenses up, his first thought being that he’s hurt Tony. He carefully inches to the side a little, hoping to ease the pressure on Tony’s lap, and this is when he feels something twitch under his right buttcheek.

Steve freezes, Tony freezes, and the whole world briefly takes on the shocking glow of revelation, before it fades and devolves back to a relaxed and scenic daytime barbecue. A couple of yards away, Thor is holding Mjolnir out and letting a pair of the Barton kids swing from the handle.

“Ah.” Steve adds quickly, “Tony, it’s okay. You don’t need to freak out.”

“Me?” Tony says. “You think I’m the one who should be freaking out?”

Steve rolls his eyes, though Tony can’t see it. “I’m afraid to have to tell you this, but your appreciation of my ass is not subtle.”

“Okay fair, but, uh… that’s just, you know, aesthetic appreciation and this is, um…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Steve says gently. “You want to me stay until it goes down? I can tell you some bad jokes, if it helps? Sam told me some doozies the other day.”

Tony doesn’t reply. Steve moves again, only to find that the tell-tale length feels rather more solid than it was five seconds ago.

“Wait, really?” Steve says in disbelief.

“It’s sexy, okay!” Tony hisses. “When you’re sweet and thoughtful it’s really sexy! If you want to help, you need to not do anything or say anything.”

“All right. Oh.” Steve shuts his mouth and keeps it shut. At least, he tries to keep it shut and be quiet, but he’s compelled to say out loud, “Sexy? Really?”

“You know what does not help? You saying that word.”

“Sexy? Or sex?”

“Steve!” Tony digs his fingers into Steve’s sides, making him half-yelp half-laugh. “Come on, you’ve been really mean to me today!”

“All right, sorry.” Steve releases a slow, calming exhale. “I’m sorry, I’ll be nice.” Then, because he can’t help himself from grabbing a once-in-a-blue-moon chance, “Just like how your thighs are nice.”

“Steve!” Tony exclaims. “Uh. Really?”

“Very solid.” Steve nods. “Comfy.”

“Oh. Thanks. I mean, I try not to miss leg day.”

“Excellent results.”

“Cool. Very cool. Yep. Okay, you can get off—I mean, you can…” Tony groans, which is Steve’s cue to slide off of Tony’s lap entirely and parkhis butt on the significantly less-warm and less-comfy slats of the deck chair.

Tony swings his legs over to one side and plants his feet on the ground, so that they’re effectively sitting by side. Tony doesn’t cross his legs, but Steve can see that he wants to.

They sit like that for a handful of weighty seconds, while the smell of the grill wafts over. Someone might even have yelled that the food is ready, not that Steve’s been paying attention.

Steve clears his throat. “You feeling better?”

“Yep,” Tony says. “Much. Thanks. But I think I’ll stay here for a while.”

“You want me to get a plate for you?”

“You would?” Tony definitely aborts crossing his legs just then, which is all sorts of flattering. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thanks.”

Steve stands up. He could go and will go, but Tony’s starting to look miserable, which just won’t do. “Okay,” Steve says, firmly but kindly, “Iam sorry that I made you uncomfortable—”

“Geez, Steve,” Tony sighs.

“—but would it make you feel better if I had one, too?”

“I don’t…” Tony trails off, his eyes widening. He slowly looks up at Steve. “You do?”

“Not right now, but I could.” This is 100% the wrong place for this, but isn’t it just like Steve’s life to dangle opportunities at the most inopportune moment. “For you. If it’d make you feel better.” Steve wills meaning into the words, and doubly wills Tony to understand.

“I… think it would,” Tony says slowly. “But not right now. Like you said.”

“Later?” Steve says, just to be sure.

Tony nods. “Later. Okay. Yeah.”

Steve smiles, and feels a leap in his chest when Tony responds with a dazed smile of his own.

“Good,” Steve says softly, and bounds off to get some lunch for both of them.

Though Steve’s enhanced hearing means that he still catches Tony’s under-the-breath, “What just happened?”

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star-spangled-steve · 4 years

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His New Partner

Chapter 34: The Reunion

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2680

Warnings: Some pretty heavy angst, lots of tears, cussing.

A/N: The moment we’ve all been waiting for...

“I'm not looking for forgiveness. And I'm way past asking for permission. Earth just lost her best defender. So we're here to fight.” Steve took a step down on the platform, looking the hologram of Secretary Ross directly in the eye. “And if you ‘wanna stand in our way... we'll fight you, too.”

Ross paused, making sure the Captain was serious, before turning away from him and facing Rhodes. “Arrest them.”

The man nodded in response. “All over it.” He swiped the hologram away, making the Secretary and all of his men quickly fade away. “That's a court-martial.” James stated, before a smile slowly made its way into his face. “It's great to see you, Cap.”

Steve gave a small grin back and shook his old friend’s hand. “You too, Rhodey.“

“Hey.” Rhodes greeted Natasha as he embraced her in a friendly hug. When they separated, he gave the group a once-over and sighed. “Wow. You guys... really look like crap. Must've been a rough couple years.”

“Ya, well, the hotels weren't exactly five star.” Sam, who with Wanda’s help was supporting an injured Vision, quipped.

“Uh, I think you look great.” A voice spoke from the opposite end of the room, and everyone looked to see that it was the long-missing Bruce. “Uh...” he lightly chuckled, “ya, I'm back.”

Natasha gave the man an unreadable look, not showcasing any of the thoughts that were running through her head at the moment. “Hi, Bruce.”

The scientist gulped. “Nat.”

Sam turned to Vision and Wanda, whispering. “This is awkward.”

“Eh, Rhodes,” a female voice was heard from the direction that Bruce had just entered, making everybody turn their heads, “I’ve been looking all over, have you seen the-?” The woman immediately stopped in her tracks. Her mouth was wide open, a quiet gasp escaping, before her hand came up to cover it.

There he was, her husband. He looked much more rugged now, a thick beard on his face and small curls tucked behind his ears; much different than the clean-cut man she’d fallen in love with; the man who she’d been longing after for the past two years, and was suddenly standing right there in front of her. She had no idea how to react.

“Y/N...” He spoke. But before he could get another word out, she was turning around and making a run for it.

Sam winced. “Guess I spoke too soon.”

Steve was hot on Y/N’s heels, but she paid him no attention, too surprised and appalled to even say a word.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

She had speed-walked so far, that before Steve even knew it, he was following her into her room. The room that not too long ago it used to be his too.

Steve took notice of how everything inside had stayed the same. All of his old pictures, records, watches, and other belongings seemed to have not moved an inch. He bet that all of his clothes were still in the closet too, probably right near his old pairs of shoes. There was a new door in the back of the room though, and Steve wondered what was behind it.

The girl had refused to look at him this time, only showing him her back.

“Y/N, please.” The man practically begged, before just grabbing her wrist and turning her around himself.

She faced him sharply, yanking her wrist out of his grasp. “Please what?”

Steve instantly noticed the tears brimming her eyes, and the heavy waver in her voice. His heart broke at the sight and sound of it all, hating himself for being the cause. “P-Please give me a chance to try and explain.”

Y/N scoffed. “Oh? Well, uh, I really don’t think you need to explain, Steve! What can possibly be explained beyond that stupid little letter you sent me?”

Steve could tell that she was using sarcasm as a defence mechanism, something that she only did when she was very upset.

“Y/N,” he cleared his throat, trying to calm down and explain himself better, “I understand how angry you are with me, but-”

“‘Angry’, huh?” She interrupted, not caring if she was being rude. In her eyes, he deserved it. “Really? ‘Angry’? Because I would say that I’m just a tad over angry. You know what? I’m livid. I am so extremely livid with you right now.”

Y/N was shaking, but Steve couldn’t tell if it was from her anger or from her sadness.

He stood in silence, just staring at her, taking in everything that he had been hopelessly missing for the past two years. Her hair was a tad longer, side bangs now adorning her face. Her style seemed to be pretty similar, just a bit more casual. Y/N was still the most beautiful person that he’d ever seen; somehow even more gorgeous than the day he met her.

“What, cat got your tongue?” She spoke, breaking him out of his trance. “Or are you just waiting until you get a free sec to write me another letter?”

Steve took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts, but still couldn’t find the right thing to say to her. There were no words in the English dictionary to describe just how guilty he felt.

But, he gave it a go anyways.

“Y/N, I am so, so, sorry for putting you through-”

“Wrong answer. Sorry, try again later.” She stated sternly, walking farther into the room to get away from him.

Steve grabbed her wrist again. “Y/N-”

“Stop... doing... that!” She almost shouted, pulling her arm from his hand once again. “You don’t get to just touch me like that anymore, Steve Rogers; touch me like everything is the same as it was, because it’s not!”

He nodded shakily. “Okay, babydoll, I’m sorr-”

“Don’t call me that either!” She demanded. “Stop! Just stop! For a matter of fact, get out! Now!” She pointed to the door, basically full on crying by now. “Just get the hell out of here! I was fine before you showed up. I don’t ever want to see you again!”

Her last statement broke Steve, and instead of going away, he took a step even closer to her.

“The hell I won’t get out! You are my wife, my love! Y/N, two years ago I made one of the dumbest mistakes of my life and left you behind. And yes, I know that I will never be able to make it up to you. But we made vows to stay with each other, even when times get tough, even when we don’t want to. I simply can’t find the words to describe how sorry I am. But, I can spend the rest of our lives trying.” He moved even closer. “If you only give me a chance, let me back in.”

Y/N sighed before letting out a heavy sob, moving a hand to her face to wipe the tears. “You don’t get it, Steve. One day I’m waking up in your arms and you’re talking to me about our amazing future together, and the next I’m getting handed a stupid letter from Tony! You didn’t even come to visit me either! You told me ‘See you soon’. ‘Soon’, Steve! Soon! Two years isn’t exactly soon!”

The man sighed, wanting nothing more than to make her feel better again. “Y/N, I was a criminal. I still am, for God’s sake! If I came here, and I got caught, you’d get in an unbelievable amount of trouble. I was just trying to-”

“Protect me, I know.” She completed his sentence, much quieter and with much less conviction than he would have. “But maybe this time I didn’t need your protection. I just needed you. I’ve needed you more in the past two years than I’ve ever needed you in the past six that I’ve known you. And you see,” she sobbed again, wiping her nose with her hand, “you told me. You told me, you told me, you told me that you would always be there for me. Always. Just like I was always there for you. God, look at me.” She glanced down at herself disgustedly. “I’ve been an idiot, sitting here for the past two years in my wedding ring, all alone. People started telling me to move on, Steve! To let you go, stop dwelling on you, but I didn’t! I just sat here and waited for you like I always do. And I want to hate you so bad but I can’t. I can’t because I love you so goddamn much and-”

Steve tried to end her heavy sobs by pulling her into his arms, but she resisted, pushing him away instead.

“Stop, Steve. Just sto-”

Y/N suddenly froze mid-word, the sound of a crying baby immediately making her tense up.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “What was that?”

The girl became jittery, completely terrified of what his react would be to the baby. “Uh, um...”

Steve started to walk towards the source of the noise, which happened to be the door in the back of the room that he was curious about earlier. “Was that a-?” He opened it up, just walking in without any invitation.

He paused as he took in the sight before him. Right in front of his eyes was a big white crib, with a little baby boy inside.

“Oh my god, Y/N...”

She tucked her hair behind her ears before nervously hugging herself, giving the man a shrug. “Surprise?”

Steve was at a loss for words. “Is that-? Is he-?”

Y/N picked up the child and let him rest on her hip, bouncing him in hopes to calm him down. She did it so nonchalantly that her husband began to imagine the possibilities of what it meant.

‘How often had she done this before?’ He thought to himself. ‘Does that mean...?’

“Steve,” Y/N spoke, slowly walking towards him, “there’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Wait a minute.” The man said, holding up a hand for her to stop. “Is he-? D-Does he... belong to you?”

Y/N gave him a slight smile; at least, as big of one as she could muster at the moment. “Well, I didn’t steal him.”

Steve audibly gulped, running a hand through his quite long hair. “Is he... i-is he... mine?”

Y/N slowly and nervously nodded her head, just waiting for him to explode with anger. “I’ve only ever... been with you, Steve.”

Once again, the man had no clue what to say. “I-I... oh my god, Y/N! Why didn’t you tell me?” He nearly shouted, though still careful of the baby’s ears.

“I found out right after you left!”

Steve was still so confused. “I gave you guys a phone for a reason, Y/N! To call in case there was an emergency. I think that being pregnant with my son is a pretty big emergency!”

The girl sighed, trying to blink away the tears that came from such a sensitive topic. “Steve, the moment I saw that phone, I knew that I was never going to call it! I, ugh, I wanted you to come back on your own terms! I wanted to see if I mattered enough to you!” She grabbed a tissue from the dresser, wiping her tears with her free hand. “If you came back to help me with the baby, I’d forever wonder if you really wanted to be there. How would I know if it was guilt or if it was love?”

Steve began to tear up as well, something so rare for him to do. “I-I, god, I understand that, Y/N. I really do. But you kept my kid from me. I at least deserved to know-”

“Woah, woah, woah, don’t try and twist the blame on me, Steve.” She interrupted. “You’re the one who left me, who left your wife!”

“You’re making it sound like I deliberately chose to say away from you, Y/N! You know that wasn’t the case!” He stated firmly, wanting her to understand his side of the story. “I did what I had to do to get by. I know that I made some horrible decisions, leaving you behind, but don’t act like I didn’t miss you too!” He sighed, hanging his head in defeat. “I thought about you every second of every goddamn day, Y/N.”

The girl sniffled, hugging her sleepy child closer to her. “Then why didn’t you come back sooner?”

“Sam and I have been trying to work something out, maybe an arrangement with the government, but things just got so complicated and... Y/N, I...”

“Whatever, Steve.” She shook her head, not wanting to fight anymore. “It’s too late now. You’re here, so, I don’t really care why you weren’t. It doesn’t change anything.”

“Can I hold him?” The man asked hopefully, wanting nothing more than to have been doing that the whole time. “Please, N/N?”

She nodded before carefully handing her child over to his father, watching the two of them interact for the very first time.

Steve took off his leather fingerless gloves before gently taking the baby in his arms, utterly and completely in awe. He instantly knew that just helping create this beautiful little boy was by far the greatest achievement of his life. He was sure of it right then and there.

“W-What’s his name?”

Y/N gulped before answering. “Anthony James Rogers.” She saw Steve’s confused face and decided to elaborate. “Tony and Rhodey really helped a lot these past couple years, and I did still want him to have your last name, so... ya. We call him A.J. for short.”

The man nodded, obviously thinking. “When’s his birthday?”

“January 6th, 2017.” Y/N stated, moving to pet her son’s soft and tiny head. “So he’s almost sixteen months. There’s been no signs of your old health issues yet, but no signs of the serum either. Tony said that those things can and kick in later though, so it’s good to look out for either side of the spectrum.”

Steve started to tear up once again, hating himself for missing so much. “I-It’s just a lot to take in, you know? I-I have a kid now. I-”

“Dadda cwy.”

Both Steve and Y/N went silent at A.J.’s words.

“H-How... how does he know-?” The man stuttered, touched to be called that by his son for the first time.

“Ever since I was pregnant, I made sure to let him hear videos of your voice, see pictures of your face. I’d wear some old clothes that smell like you, try to get him familiar in hopes that you’d come back. Even though you’re a bit unrecognizable now.” She chuckled.

Steve nodded once again, stroking the side of his son’s cheek. He was both so happy and so sad at the same time.

“I know how much you would’ve loved to have been here for all this.” Y/N sincerely said. “And believe me, Steve, I would’ve loved to have had you. He’s your son too, and I understand that it probably pains you to have missed so much. I guess I let my emotions cloud my judgment, and I am truly sorry. But come on... two years? Two whole years without seeing your wife, Steve? You can’t blame me for being enraged with you. I-I thought that I meant more...”

“You do mean more, I-”

Anthony suddenly began to cry again, signalling his mother that something was wrong.

“Oh goodness.” Y/N sighed, reaching out to take her child from Steve. “He’s probably hungry, I’m going to go get him some food.”

She began to walk herself and A.J. out of the room, but got stopped by the sound of her husband’s almost desperate voice.

“That’s it?” He spoke. “Can I at least do something? I know how hard you’ve been working. I’d love to help you.”

Y/N closed her eyes for a brief moment, loving to hear those words, only wishing that they would’ve come about two years earlier. “No, no, I’m fine. Go do your thing, save the world. It needs you more than I do anyways.”

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The Mix Up Part 2

“Pairing: Mob!Steve x OFC (Adrien Bravo)

Warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping, me trying to type with acrylics on, Bucky and Sam being idiots, more flashbacks

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Part One

The two men gave very menacing glares, like very menacing. So, logically she followed them when they asked. Muscular men with metal arms are super persuasive. And the other guy was scary too. I guess. Either way, nobody was around to help, and by the time police were called and had arrived Adrien would have already rusted the man’s arm. They got into a very shiny, very black Cadillac. The black man got into the driver’s seat while ‘Robo’ set her down surprisingly gently and followed her into the back seat. The engine started and the car lurched forward.

“You understand, right?” He asks as he places the back over her head, tying her wrists and ankles. Again he was surprisingly gentle. One arm was cold while the other was searingly hot in comparison.

“Alright, that’s done. Just got to deliver her to Steve then we are done for the day.” Robo gave out a heavy sigh.

“I’m not who you’re looking for,” she paused. “and before you say anything, I know it sounds like a shitty excuse, but there’s another Adrien Bravo. We get mixed up all the time. I don’t know her personally, but she sounds like a real tool. It’s an easy mistake, so you can just drop me off and we’ll let bygones be bygones. Like I wouldn’t even recognize you in a lineup. Well maybe Robo, because of the arm you know- ”

She had said too much. Nobody had stopped her and she had just kept rambling. Why the hell did nobody stop her? Was she not being annoying? That was hard to believe.

“You’re right. It does sound like a shitty excuse, huh Sam?”

“Sounds like a shitty excuse to me Robo.”

There was some shuffling followed by an, “Ow, you asshole. Don’t distract the driver. What would an accident look like on the record?”

“Eh, Barber’ll handle it.”

A release of air sounded as Robo sat back in his seat.

“So, Adrien, you have done a lot of shit.”

“I’m telling you it’s not me.”

“Okay, and I don’t work for a notorious crime syndicate.”

“Should you be telling me this?”

“Everyone’s got their vices kid. Yours just happens to be stealing, and gambling, and assault, and what do we have you for? Oh, murder. That’s nice. Steve had us pick up a murderer Sam. See how much he loves us?”

“This is probably payback for when you beat the shit out of Tony’s parents. You know he’s partial to Tony.”

“I was drunk and they were clearly looking for a fight.”

“They’re in their eighties Bucky!”

That was when Adrien realized it. These men were idiots. She sat quietly as the two men bickered. She was very proud of herself for biting her tongue. She was just going to wait it out. All she had to do was prove that they had the wrong person. Easy peasy. Probably. She would wait until they got to where ever they were going and then convince this Steve that she wasn’t Adrien Bravo, well, not the one they were looking for.

If Adrien ever met this other guy, boy oh boy was she going to give her a piece of her mind. For over a year this other Adrien had been causing problems in her life. Credit cards had been filed in her name. Various cases of tax fraud. False checks. People looking for an Adrien Bravo who slept with their boyfriend. Someone looking for an Adrien Bravo who slept with their girlfriend. Adrien Bravo beat up my dad. Adrien Bravo owes me money. Adrien Bravo isn’t allowed into Walmart anymore after ‘the incident’.

It was slight inconveniences most of the time. Things that could be fixed with a bit of explanation: a call to the credit card company, and extra stop on the subway. But now this Bucky and Sam who worked for the mob were kidnapping her and accusing her of murder! That was not cool. If Adrien was going to be accused of murder it was going to be one she committed. And may or may not be on one Adrien Zora Bravo. But she’d have to get through this mess before any murdering was done.

“Can you tell me why I’m here again? Besides the obvious reason of kidnapping an innocent person.”

There was some mumbling involving ‘but isn’t it in her rights?’ followed by ‘everything we do is illegal why do we care about her rights?’

“Hello?” More mumbling that ended in a grunt and ‘whatever’.

“Adrien Zora Bravo. You have been accused of murder in the first degree.”

“Is this a trial?”

There was a silence.

“Adrien Zora Bravo. You have been accused of murder in the first degree for the murder of Phillip J. Coulson...”

Several days ago

The lean figure kept close to the wall. She blended in with her surroundings. She was able to look like someone just out for a stroll while still being able to sink into the shadows if she needed to.

The house she was looking for was like any other suburban house. It had a picket fence and bushes in front. Little windchimes hung on the porch. It made Adrien sick. The person here was happy. He lived alone but he constantly had guests over. The guy wasn’t even that likable. Obsessed with comic books and trading cards. The guy had a squeaky clean record. Not even a speeding ticket. At least according to the police. These people could cover up anything. And this man had to die.

Phil Coulson. A middle-aged white male. He worked a boring desk job. He had no enemies. His murder would go unsolved.

All she had to do was sneak in. That part was easy. He left the window unlocked on the second floor. His mistake. He was reading in his bed. Silk sheets. Pity they had to be ruined.

Then she would take out her knife, cutting his throat and ulnar artery. His death would be practically painless. Adrien wasn’t a monster. This was why she waited until after he was dead before delivering her message. She would clean up her mess. Then silently make her way out the way she came in.

It was supposed to be that easy. She was supposed to be in and out. But of course, it didn’t happen like that. A friend came over. Right as she was coming out the window. He looked her dead in the eye and you could tell he recognized her. He had clearly recognized her. Panic was starting to overtake her as she waltzed back out into the street. Back into blending in.

She tried to watch her back and not look conspicuous. She knew how to tell when someone was following her and she knew what to do when someone was following her. Why hadn’t she killed that guy? Then there would be no witnesses. She knew better. But she panicked. She was supposed to be in and out. She always had plans for what-ifs, but there wasn’t supposed to be a what-if. He wasn’t supposed to have any friends. Everyone was on their own business. She was going to be in so much trouble. This was bad news.

Rage was a single word that could describe Steve Rogers when he found out. Pure unadulterated rage. Now, Steve was a patient man, he really was. Short tempers don’t do much for you except make you enemies. But the absolute audacity of the person who did this was unmeasured, causing unmeasured levels of furiousness in Steve.

You don’t just come into his town and kill his people. You don’t do it. Not without consequences following. The last person that crossed Steve Rogers probably couldn’t tell you much from God’s Acre.

Nat had tried to calm him down before going into Coulson’s but when Steve was pissed he was pissed. He had burst through the barricade of people to see the man. It was impossible to see anything with Steve’s investigation team keeping out possible contaminators. But carved onto Coulson’s chest was the phrase ‘This is a Warning’.

“Jesus Christ, that’s terrifying. You should be finding this guy.”

“Yeah, that’s what we did, genius.”

“Except that’s not me, genius.”

Completely aware that there was no way to convince these two of her innocence, she decided to wait in silence until they got there, which wasn’t very long, thank god. She probably wouldn’t have been able to keep up her resolve for a whole lot longer. The car stopped and shut off and instead of untying her legs, Bucky swung her over her shoulders, ignoring Adrien’s pounding and protests. They went through several doors before he plopped her down on a chair.

“Thanks a lot, dickhead now my asscheeks are gonna be bruised.”

A new voice was introduced and she could only assume it was this so-called Steve. The back was ripped off of Adrien’s head to reveal a cold blue gaze staring at her. The malice quickly turned to confusion though.

“Who the fuck is this?”

“It’s Adrien Bravo like you asked.”

Steve continued to stare. The confusion turned into annoyance, then one of slight pity.

“This is the wrong person.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say!”

Part Three

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waiting4inspiration · 5 years

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Exposed (Tony Stark x Reader)

Summary: After hiding your powers from the team for years, you’re forced to use them in order to save your life causing Tony to confront you about them afterward. In the argument that results in the confrontation, he finally admits his feelings for you

Warnings: slight angst and fluff

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Not everyone can say that they're friends with Tony Stark. A friendship with him is a very valuable thing. Not because he’s a billionaire or whatever, but because he’s a really sweet guy under the sarcastic person he puts out.

“Hey, Steve,” you say with a smile, walking through the doors of the living room. Steve looks up from his seat and smiles back when he spots you. “Tony in?”

“He should be in the lab,” he states, looking towards the hall that leads to the lab.

Nodding at him, you walk past him, patting his shoulder as you make your way to Tony’s favorite room. You know that he spends a lot of time in his lab and you sometimes have to pull him out by the scruff of his neck to make sure he eats.

As you walk down the stairs, the sounds of Tony’s rock music being blasted makes you smile slightly. “JARVIS, turn off the music for me,” you say, punching in the code to open the door.

“Why do you do that every time?” Tony questions, not bothering to look up to make sure it’s you. He knows that it’s you because you turn off his music just to piss him off.

You walk towards him with a slight laugh as you hold up a bag. “I brought you food because I know that you forget about stuff like this,” you say, jingling it in the air to catch his attention.

His head snaps up at the sound and smiles brightly up at you and you place the bag in front of him. “What would I do without you?” he says, digging into the bag as you lean against the table.

“Starve, die, cease to exist,” you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest. “And what would the world say if they found out that the great Iron Man died in his lab because he forgot to eat?” You shake your head, making him laugh as he takes a bit of the burger held tightly in his hands. “It’s a bit anti-climatic.”

He laughs at you before taking another bite. “You’re amazing,” he says with a mouth full of food.

Scrunching your nose, you grab a napkin out the bag. “And you’re like a child,” you giggle, handing it to him to wipe the ketchup off his mouth. Smiling at him, you lower your gaze and look at your feet. “So, how’d your date go last night?” you question, hiding your disappointment as you bite your lip.

Tony scrunches up the wrapping and throwing it in the bag. “I-uh. I didn’t go,” he says, avoiding your gaze that snaps up at him and grabs the drink you brought with.

“What? Why?” you question, trying to stop a smile from spreading across your face.

He shrugs his shoulders, spinning in his chair before standing up to walk across the room. “’Cus I wasn’t interested,” he says, sitting in front of a screen that you can see through.

“In her?” you question, taking a fry and placing it in your mouth.

Tony stares at you for a moment before he nods with a pout on his face. “I thought those were mine,” he teases, pointing at you when you steal another fry.

Blushing slightly, you stand up with the packet and walk over to him. “Well, I did buy with my own money, so technically no,” you tease back, placing them next to him. “But I will give them to you out of the goodness of my heart.”

Before he can say anything, alarms blast through the air making him shoot up from his seat. “What’s happening?” you question, glancing up at him as he walks over to a suit.

“Intruders. Probably HYDRA,” he says as the suit assembles around him. “Just stay here.” The mask covers his face before he flies out through a hatch in the ceiling.

Feeling your heart pound in your chest, you fall back in the chair behind you as you stare at the wall. After a moment, you snap out of your trace before turning to the screen in front of you. “Show me all security footage,” you say.

The screen lights up with videos from all over the building. Your eyes glance over each footage quickly, searching for the team and for Tony. Most of the footage is empty and briefly showing agents moving through the hallways.

Biting your nails, you notice that the team might be slightly outnumbered. A thought crosses your mind but you’re quick to push it aside. Panic swells in your body as you notice a group of agents pass a camera on the stairwell that leads to the lab. Where you are.

“Shit!” you whisper, pushing away from the desk as you hear their footsteps walk down the stairs. Glancing around the room, you know that there is no other exit other than the one door that will be swarmed with HYDRA agents any second.

The burst through the door, pointing their guns right at you. Holding your hands up in defeat, one walks towards you and grabs your hands, pulling them behind your back.

They then push and pull you through the halls to the roof where the team is, surrounded by agents just like you thought they would be. The man behind you presses the gun right against your head, making you flinch at the coldness against your skin.

“Give us the codes, or we’ll kill her,” another man says with an accent lacing his voice.

Tony holds up his hands as fear floods over his exposed face. Steve tenses when his eyes land on you and Nat takes in a sharp breath. “Let her go. She has nothing to do with this,” Tony says as you struggle against the agent's tight grip.

“No? Then we don’t need her.” The man waves to the man behind you.

Knowing exactly what the gesture means. Swiftly pulling your arms out of the guy’s grip, you spin around and kick him to the ground before turning towards the team. “Drop! Now!” you shout, glaring at them as your eyes start to glow a bright teal color. “Drop!”

They do as you say when you raise your hands that also glow brightly. Energy shoots through your body and out your hand, blast every agent off their feet. Some fly off the roof completely as others hit the walls with a bone-crushing force.

The haze around your hands and eyes slowly disappear as you sink to your knees and catch your breath. The team slowly stand up as stare at you in shock. Panting as you lift your head, you look around at the multiple bodies around you.

“Oh God,” you whisper as you realize what you had done. Staring down at your hands, you clench them tightly as you bit your lip. “Is everyone okay?” you question, your head snapping up at the team.

“You didn’t tell us you had powers,” Nat says, walking towards you to help you off the ground.

Gently pushing her aside, you stand up without her help. “It’s complicated.” Your eyes land on Tony who stares at you with confusion.

Back in the building, you manage to avoid the team and their questions are they clear up the mess. You honestly have no idea what you’re going to tell them when they find you. But you’re more concerned at how Tony will handle everything. Considering that you two have been friends for years and tell each other everything, you had managed to keep such a huge secret from him all that time and he might just be pissed off at that.

“Were you ever going to tell me that you have some kind of superpower?” he questions, bursting into the lab where you wait for him. Yep, he is definitely pissed.

Standing up from your seat, you look at him with an apologetic gaze. “Like I said, it’s complicated.”

“Complicated? How complicated can it be to tell someone that you have powers?” he shouts, walking closer to you.

Your stare becomes hard and you glare coldly at him. “You have no idea how hard this is for me, Tony,” you sneer, folding your arms over your chest. “I have been ridiculed my entire childhood because of my powers. Because I could do what other kids couldn’t. I teased and bullied and called a freak for 10 years,” you explain, stepping towards him. “And do you want to know how I became an orphan? Seeing as how I never really told you?”

“(Y/n)...”

“Because I lost control!” you interrupt him, sneering at him as you drop your arms to your side. “I lost control and I blow up our house. I was the only one that survived and no one knew why. But I did,” you say, tearing up as you speak. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone else so I pushed them away...”

He rushes to you, cupping your face in his hands as you let out a sob. “You could have told us. We could have helped you control,” he mentions, moving his hands to rest on your shoulder. “You could join the team, help us save people,” he tries to comfort.

You shake your head and stare at the blue light his arc reactor lets out. “I’m not like you, Tony. I’m not a hero,” you whisper, lifting your hand to trace the outline of the device in his chest. “My powers are destructive. I’m destructive.”

“You don’t know that,” he says, making you laugh and look up at him.

“I think I would know after living with them my entire life,” you snap, pulling away from him and walking across the room. “It’s probably best if you just left me alone from now on.”

His face drops as he turns his body towards you. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” you sneer, looking at him as you pick up your bag.

He glares at you and lightly shakes his head. “You think it’s better to live a life of isolation? Away from people who care about you? Who want to help you?” he shouts, making you drop your bag back on the table as you glare hard at him.

“If it means that I don’t lose them then yes!” you shout back, placing your hands on your hips as you huff out.

“That’s bullshit and you know it is!”

“I don’t care! I don’t want to lose you!” you shout, panting as fresh tears fill your eyes. “I couldn’t live with myself if I lost you because you mean so much to me, Tony!”

“And I’m not going to let you walk away and just expect me to forget about you because I can’t!” he shouts back, making you step back in confusion. He lets out a sigh, realizing what he said. “I could never forget about you because I can’t stop thinking about you.” He walks towards you as you take in a sharp breath. “And it’s why I didn’t go on that date because it wasn’t you. And I want it to be you. I want it to be your face I see when I pick you up at six to take you out to a burger joint because I know that’s what you’d prefer.”

You chuckle at his words, lowering your head to stare at the ground. “I want it to be you who I kiss at the end of the night and promise to call you back in the mornings,” he says, standing in front of you to lift your head up at him. “And you’d kick my ass if I didn’t.” You laugh again, biting your lip as you smile. “But because it’s you, I would call you.”

Staring up at him, you place a hand on the side of his face. “So you see, I’m not going to let you go without a fight,” he whispers, leaning closer to you before stopping just inches away from your lips. “So stay. Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you whisper back, resting your hands on his chest. “So you better have a plan to help me with my powers.” He chuckles at you, cupping your face before closing the gap between you. “So, about that date?” you ask, raising your eyebrow after pulling away from the kiss.

“Tonight?” he questions, making you nod your head with a smile on your face. “Good.”

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Trade Up

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: You always thought meeting your soulmate would be a humdrum affair, but he does what he does best and saves you.

Quick facts: Romance – Sam Wilson/Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Fluff, soulmate fic where your soulmates words are on your skin, jumps POV momentarily from Reader-focused perspective to a wider perspective ((marked like so)), they/them pronouns for Reader

Words: 1667

A/N: This story is interesting in that I wrote it and lost it and found it and lost it again and I just found it again so I typed it up real fast so at least I don’t have to tear my belongings apart just to know where it went. I like this one; it is pretty by-the-numbers but sometimes you just wanna grab a glass of Sam-Wilson-saving-you-from-a-terrible-date and sink into a warm bath of and-they-were-soulmates. Cheers.

You think the people who say they’ll never date again are incredibly valid. After tonight, you might become one of them.

“I know you won’t understand, but I’ll try to simply it for you…”

You understand that, with soulmates and all, some people find dating to be a waste of time. You don’t expect those people to be on a website for ‘frivolous’ dating. And yet here you are, with a man who had seemed nice in emails and a brief phone conversation, but who currently cannot seem to care less about making even a decent impression.

God; you’re pretty sure someone at the table to your left is live-tweeting this, from how they’re snickering over their phone with their friends, and looking at you and your date every now and then. They’re not the only table stealing glances, but they are the most blatant about it. It’s telling that you’re pretty sure that you’re pretty sure that’s Captain America sitting a couple of tables away and yet no one is talking about him or his group of equally attractive friends. Even they are focused on you, especially the really cute guy on his left, which just figures, doesn’t it.

Your date is still talking and you trace the condensation on your glass of mostly-untouched water. You’ve moved past the stage of embarrassment where you want to crawl under the table and die. You’ve tried your excuses, they’ve all failed, and you’ve accepted this is your life for the evening and you’re just waiting for it to end. Hopefully without much more notice.

((Meanwhile…))

“I've never heard someone talk that much,” Natasha mutters under her breath. “And I’ve sat with Tony while he was on the verge of a panic attack.”

Sam frowns and Steve’s jaw clenches even tighter. Bucky and Sharon trade long-suffering looks. “Stop it,” Bucky says when Steve’s arm tenses.

“That guy’s a dick,” Steve says, not taking his eyes from you. “I’ve gotta do something.”

“And embarrass them more by causing a scene?” Sharon says.

“You're not a skinny little nobody anymore,” Natasha adds. “You go over there and it’s going to be a story. Worse, it might make that asshole sympathetic. Does it look like that poor person wants that sort of attention?”

Sam watches as you hunch under the attention already given and look longingly at the black screen of your phone. “I’m with Steve on this one,” Sam says.

Bucky rolls his eyes and takes a drink. “Of course you are; you’re just like him.”

“Look,” Natasha says. “If he gets up again I’ll go ask if they want help. Until then, you two sit your asses down. Am I clear?”

Sam and Steve both frown deeply but they nod. Natasha sits back and watches them shrewdly. Sharon nods at Bucky. “At least self-preservation seems to have kicked in.”

“For now,” Bucky says, mirroring Natasha almost exactly.

Sharon hides a smile in her glass, but a look meant to evaluate ‘the situation’ is caught by Natasha, who gives her a sharp glare as well.

“Three of them,” Bucky mutters in Russian.

“God help us,” Natasha says and downs her drink.

((Back at the table…))

“Everybody’s too damn focused on soulmates these days.”

You think he’s about to go off on another rant that will inevitably turn offensive, but he’s actually quiet. You’re so startled by the prospect of actual engagement that you trip over your tongue. “Not– not any more than they have been, I think. In fact–”

“I’m seeing a lot less people on the dating scene these days,” he says. “And so many people are all–” he goes into a mocking falsetto, “‘I’m waiting for my other piece.’ Ugh.” He takes a drink. “Or ‘pieces’ depending on whether they got the ‘harlot’s mark,’ you know?”

You haven’t heard that term from anyone other than really old bigots and you actually flinch. “That’s a gross–”

“I mean, it’s like nobody knows how to have fun anymore,” he says. “The whole point of having a soulmate is that someone’s always going to take you no matter what. Why doesn’t everyone do that?”

From ‘harlot’s mark’ to ‘why doesn’t everyone fuck around.’ You wish you could be surprised by this shift in attitude, but he’s spent almost the whole date justifying why he’s fine and the rest of the world is wrong. Still, you have a bad feeling as to why he’s bringing this up. “Um…not everyone is cool with it, I guess,” you say cautiously.

“Doesn’t matter.” He knocks back his drink and flags for yet another. “If they’re your soulmate they’re stuck with you. That’s fate.”

That’s not true and as sorry as you feel for his soulmate, you hope he learns that lesson the hard way (if only for their sake). But then he smirks at you. “It’s good that some of us do know how to have fun.”

The way he says that last part makes your skin crawl. “A different kind of ‘fun’ I guess,” you say, trying to sound as bored as you can. Rude, sexist, racist, so many types of phobic, obnoxious to everyone around him without even trying, and now creepy– if you had a bad date bingo card you’d have a blackout right now.

Earlier he had tried to skip out on the bill by excusing himself to the bathroom, but your waitress and the host had blocked the front and loudly instructed him as to where the restrooms were. Now you wish they’d had your back a little less. You’d take the hit to your wallet if it meant you could crawl home. But now if you get the bill would that be sending the wrong signal; would he take that for an invitation? Not that you care, you just don’t want to deal with it right now.

He keeps drinking, and you keep rebuffing his attempts to get you to do the same. You’re not sure what you’re going to do with him as he gets drunker and drunker, but it has the unintended benefit of shutting him up, which means all the onlookers slowly get bored and stop paying such close attention to your disaster date. Even the people recording this for posterity stop, and after a little while you can breathe again.

Until, when you’re reaching for a napkin, he suddenly grabs your wrist and grips. You try to yank it back, but he’s got a surprisingly strong hold. “Hey,” he says. “I think I’m just about ready.”

“Ready for what?” You wince. “Please let go; it hurts.”

“Sorry,” he says but he barely loosens a centimeter. “You take care of the bill, and I’ll take you to my place. It’ll be great.”

The one problem with no longer being the center of surreptitious attention is that it’s hard to find help that you can discreetly ask for. You’re about to damn all dignity and raise your voice to demand he let go, when someone bumps into your table hard enough to topple the glasses. You barely catch your water, but your date’s half-full drink goes right into his lap. He hisses and lets go of you to mop it up.

You look up at your savior, who even under normal conditions is probably one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. Right now, the lights give him a very appropriate halo and your angel smiles at you. How fitting for a man who uses wings to save people.

“I’m really sorry to interrupt, but have we met before? You look awfully familiar.”

Your heart stutters. Your words. It could be a coincidence. It could be, but it might not be. “I– I don’t think so; I’m a hundred percent sure I’d remember a face like yours.”

His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open and shit, you’re actually thankful for that asshole now. “Those are my– did I say–”

You scramble up and pull up your sleeve to show him your words. His words. He gently touches the skin and the way he smiles at you–

“Do you know this asshole?” your ‘date’ gripes.

“I do now,” you say, not looking away from the man. “He’s my soulmate.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Nope,” your soulmate says and, appropriately, doesn’t give the douchebag a single glance.

“Fuck it; this was a shit date anyway,” he says and stumbles out. He doesn’t leave anything for his half, of course, but you don’t even care anymore; he’s gone and you’re standing in front of your soulmate, who looks as happy as you feel.

He extends his hand to shake yours. “Sam Wilson.”

You introduce yourself and he repeats your name like he already loves it. “I know you’ve had a hell of a night, but uh, do you wanna go get some coffee or something?” he says.

“Your friends won’t mind?” you ask. Just to be polite, if you’re being honest; you’re ready to yank him out the door and never look back.

“No way,” he says. “Besides, I see those jerks all the time.”

“Okay. Okay.” You can’t stop smiling. Talk about an upswing. “Let me just pay the bill and–”

A wad of cash lands on the table. “The gentleman was kind enough to leave enough cash to cover the bill and a generous tip,” a woman with red hair and even redder lipstick says as she sidles past. “We’ll see you later, Sam.”

“Thanks Nat,” he says and they trade a small hug. As Sam helps you with your jacket he tells you, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” He straightens out the lapel. “We weren't sure if we’d make it better or worse. If it’s any consolation, Steve wanted to throttle the guy.”

“Well, as much as I appreciate the thought–” you hold your hand out, “–I’m glad it was you.”

Sam grins and slips his hand into yours, and you lead him out into the best night of your life.

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #captain america fanfic #avengers fanfic #soulmate fic

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Sometimes wrong is better than right...

Summary: It’s just wrong…but at the same time so good. But all the wrong things have their consequences.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, a stray cat (named kick-ass)

Warnings: angst, pregnant reader, language, calling names, arguments, a hint of fun, grabby Steve (little pervert), cravings

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Around four months later… France, Provence

Walking along the field you pick one last flower, a poppy. The red flower is the perfect contrast to your purple lavender. The scent of lavender is floral and sweet, the other flowers smell wonderful too, but you prefer the scent of the pretty purple flower since you live here.

Natasha gave you enough money so you could easily buy a little house in the middle of nowhere. No technique, no stress, no super soldiers only silence, and peace.

The only roommate you have is an old stray cat who came around a few days after your moved in and the little fucker decided to stay with you. She’s the only living being you let get close to you. Most of the time you stay to yourself except you need to buy some food.

The little garden behind your house provides fruits and some vegetables but you need more to feed your hunger, so you are forced to walk into town from time to time.

Luckily you found an old bicycle in your house to ride as sometimes your feet won’t carry you that far anymore.

A smile crosses your face when you see the old cat meowing in front of your open door. Wait you never leave your door open, but you don’t lock it either.

You’ve got nothing precious someone could be interested in to steal. Your weapon and passport are always in your purse which you have with you any time so anyone trying to break into your house will be disappointed.

Shrugging you believe the door didn’t shut right, as it happens a lot. Especially during a thunderstorm, it tends to burst open and let the rain in.

Greeting your only friend, you pat the head of the cat and she follows you into the house. You want to put the picked flowers into a vase but then you see the tea kettle on your stove and a cup on your table and you know you didn’t leave the house like this.

You want to get the weapon out of your bag, but Steve is much faster. Pressing you with his full strength into the wall he makes you wince in pain.

“Took us a while to find you as Nat refused to tell us anything. Buck and I against the rest of the Avengers it was, but here we are.” Steve mutters placing one fist against the wall right next to your head and his hand around your arm.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whisper and Steve cocks a brow.

“I didn’t intend on hurting you, Y/N. We just want to bring you home.”

“You are hurting me…you’re stronger than me…please don’t hurt my babies.” You sniffle and Steve let go of you. Looking down at you in awe his breath hitches in his throat.

“You kept our babies?” Bucky asks before Steve can find his voice.

“I kept my babies, now leave me alone. I’m no harm to you or your life’s. Just leave me be. I was happy. For four months I was finally happy, and you come around to destroy everything again.”

“Happy with a stray cat as your only friend? Hell, you were talking to this bastard.” Bucky chuckles. “He’s not even cute, just a rotten little stinker.”

“Not your problem and it’s a girl, punk.” You grunt. “She’s a good listener in lonely nights.”

“You will pack your things and come back with us,” Steve mutters.

“No way! I’ll stay here. You can’t force me to come back. I don’t want to come back. It’s quite and peaceful here. No wars, fights or men hurting me. Just the cat and me.”

“Y/N you can’t stay here all alone in the middle of nowhere. What will happen during giving birth? Do you want to handle this alone too?” Steve asks staring at your stomach.

“I got a telephone. Believe it or not, there’s an ambulance available any time.”

“I don’t care, doll. You will not give birth to my child in a shitty hospital in Provenceistan.”

“Who asked you for your opinion, Barnes? Answer: No one. Only as you filled me with your cum you got no rights, period.” You grunt stomping your foot onto the ground.

“Can I touch the bump?” Steve asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t want you to touch me. Go away. I don’t want one of you to touch me ever again.” You sniffle.

“Baby, please. I only want to feel my child.”

“I don’t care what you want, Rogers. You didn’t care about my feelings either. You two are as cold as ice. You take what you want without thinking about consequences. I won’t play your sick games any longer. If you want me to come home you have to kill me as I only leave this house over my dead body.” You state glaring up at the tall Avenger.

“Damn she is one hell of a woman, Stevie. Did she make you hard with her speech too? Look at the boobs, they are bigger too. She looks so beautiful right now…so carefree.”

“Bucky, can you shut your dirty mouth for a second. This is not the way to win her over. Yes, she makes me hard, but I want her back as I love her, not as my sexy kitten.” Steve warns.

“Perverts! Both of you are rotten, dirty perverts. Now get out of my house.” You warn pushing against Steve’s chest.

“You know Nat can’t help you right now. We could just throw you over our shoulder and carry you out of this shithole you call a house.” Bucky chuckles.

“Try me, asshole! I will scream and yell. How does that sound? You’re not that popular in Europe, not after Germany.” You spat and Bucky flinches at your words.

“You promised to never mention Germany.” He mumbles.

“And you promised to love me, to be there for me, just like Captain Asshole over here. Lies, lies and empty promises on your side. Why should I keep mine?”

“You’re better than me.”

“Damn right. I’m a fucking princess, now out of my castle.” You warn and this time Steve starts chuckling.

“She’s damn cute believing she can get rid of us. You see Baby if you refuse to come with us we will stay here. Your decision.”

“You will not stay in my house!”

“We can and we will, doll. Our bags are already in your bedroom.”

“You two are completely insane! You didn’t want me at all and now you want me back. The hell!”

“We always wanted you, doll. Now let me make you my famous buckytastic pancakes and Steve can feed the cat.” Bucky says and you want to strangle him as he walks toward your fridge to poke his head in. “Oh, she’s got no beer, Steve. You need to drive into town. Damn, we need bacon and meat…shit…all green rubbish in here. Nothing to feed a real man.”

“I didn’t invite you to eat my food, asshole.”

“Damn she is stubborn, Cap. I want to bend her over my lap and spank her ass bright red.”

“You can’t hurt me, I’m pregnant.”

“Hmm…then I’ll wait for five months and do it then.”

“Five months?” You gasp staring at the super soldier. The tall man simply shrugs and starts preparing the dough for pancakes.

“We told you we will stay here. Hmm…I better drive into town to get all the stuff we need. How about some ropes to restrain our stubborn lady?” Steve jokes and you gulp hard.

“You can’t do that…this will hurt.” You sniffle.

“Baby, that was a joke. Damn your hormones get you good, huh…Are you horny too?” Bucky asks licking his lips.

“Not for you, pervert.”

“I bet she needs us really bad, Stevie. Could check her out right now.”

“Buck, don’t try anything stupid while I’m on my shopping tour,” Steve warns.

“I need cat food too.” You mutter grabbing your purse. “I’ll come with you…Cap.” You say glancing at a grinning Bucky.

“Uh, she wants the golden boy to go first.”

“Asshole!” You retort.

“We better get going before it gets too late,” Steve says trying to touch your shoulder, but you flinch away. “Sorry.”

“I’m only coming with you as I do not trust this pervert and I need food for my cat.”

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“You know Natasha is a really good friend. Tony, Fury, everyone tried to get information about your position. About how you made it out of the tower.” Steve tries but you just look out of the window.

“She had nothing to do with my escape. I stole your ID card and grabbed a hidden bag. I spared some money and took the next flight to France.”

“We both know she helped you escaping but I know you would do anything to protect your friend. She did the same.”

“Is she alright or did you hurt her too?” You ask rubbing the bruises at your upper arm Steve caused.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Sometimes I forget about my own strength. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You wanted to hurt me as you thought I aborted the babies, Steve. I saw the hatred in your eyes. Don’t think I’m stupid, Rogers. I know you are a bad liar.”

“I was devasted after you left, just like Bucky.”

“Sure. Why didn’t you knock someone else up? There are plenty of chicks waiting for the golden boy to impregnate them.” You mutter.

“As I only imagine you as the mother of my children. Don’t be this stubborn. You are the most complicated woman in the world.”

“Are you kidding me? As if you know every single woman in the world, Captain Stupid.”

“Bucky is right. I should slap your ass…”

“What a pity I kept your baby.” You spat and Steve glares at you. Opening his mouth and closing it his features darken and he stops the car. “I can still make you obeyed.”

“Dream on, Cap. You will not break me…never again.” You mutter poking your finger into his shoulder.

“Hmm…you know you will not make us leave.”

“Pfff…don’t care. You can sleep outside.”

“With the cat?”

“No, the cat is allowed to sleep in my bedroom…in my bed.” You state grinning and a smirk appears on Steve’s face.

“Meow…” He tries and you giggle. “Won’t work Rogers… ’Kick-ass’ is much cuter than you.”

“Kick ass?”

“Yeah, I named her like that. She attacked a goddamn bulldog as he came too close to me.��

“She’s a fighter then…like you.”

“Hmm…he hurt her pretty badly and I had to bring her to a veterinary. She barely survived but she’s still kicking…ya know.” You whisper and Steve gives you a side-glance. Your sad face makes his stomach drop.

“We should probably head into town or Bucky burns your house down meanwhile.”

“I will kill him if does…it’s not much or pretty but it’s mine. The house is like me, nothing special but someone loves it. I love it.”

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“We should buy this too.”

“Why should you need pickles?” You ask.

“No, those are for you. Pregnant women eat pickles.” Steve insists.

“Not every woman, Captain know it all.” You retort and an elderly woman starts smiling at you and Steve.

“Ah, Y/N is this your boyfriend? The man who is in oversea?”

“Yes, ma’am, that’s me. I’m Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you.” Steve says smiling like a good boy.

“Such a charming man. He’s a catch, ma chere.”

‘If she only knew’. You think to yourself, but you smile politely and nod while Steve takes the opportunity to sling his arm around your waist and squeeze your butt.

Angrily clenching your fists, you want to kick his ass, but the elder lady won’t stop babbling so Captain Pervert presses his body closer to yours and starts sniffing at your hair.

“Au revoir, ma chere.” She finally says.

“I swear as soon as we are out of here I will kick your ass.” You warn but Steve ignores your words. Simply pecking your cheek, he chuckles squeezing your butt once again.

“You loved it, kitten. I know you did.”

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“What took you two so long? Did you make a stop to screw each other?” Bucky mutters.

“Captain Pervert grabbed my ass in the grocery store. That’s what happened.” You mutter glaring at a grinning Steve.

“I just played along. So, your loving boyfriend is in oversea? Did you tell the friendly lady you are pregnant of two men my dirty little kitten?”

“No! I didn’t tell her anything!”

“Did you bring beer and meat? Tell me you brought all the stuff I wrote on the list.” Bucky asks.

“I bought everything and pickles.”

“Pickles? For the pregnant lady.” Bucky says while his blue eyes are glued to your hidden bump.

“I don’t need that rubbish.” You mutter glancing at the pickles in Steve’s hands.

“Let’s eat the pancakes before my food gets cold.”

“By the way she wants us to sleep outside,” Steve says and Bucky looks at your grinning face.

“With the cat?” Bucky asks.

“No, the cat is allowed to sleep in her bed.”

“Meow?” Bucky tries and Steve starts cackling. “I tried the same, Buck.”

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“Come on, Y/N. You can’t let us sleep outside.” Bucky pleas while you toss his bag out of the window.

“This is my house and I won’t let you sleep in my bedroom. I do not trust you two a bit. You will try to touch me or worse, you perv!”

“Fine. We sleep outside, heartless woman.” Bucky mutters walking out of your bedroom with Steve hot on his heels.

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The house is silent so you tiptoe downstairs to reach your kitchen. Almost at your goal, you stretch your arm to grab the… “Are you looking for these?” Steve asks flicking the light on to show you the pickles in his hands.

“Why are you in my kitchen?”

“We are camping here. Did she come for the pickles?” Bucky asks looking up from the floor.

“She did, Buck. Such a greedy little girl.” Steve chuckles with a dark grin but then his eyes land on your exposed swollen belly and his eyes soften.

“Give these to me…I want them.” You mutter trying to get hold of the pickles in his hands.

“Only if I can touch the bump.”

“That’s blackmailing…you’re a bad father. I’m craving this shit only as you told me pregnant women eat pickles. Give them to me…” You sniffle holding out your hands.

“Damn give her the pickles she’s close to tears, Stevie,” Bucky says unusual softly.

“Here…” Greedily grabbing the pickles you try to open the glass and fail. Cursing you try to get access to the sour little bitches, but the lid won’t move.

“It won’t open.” You whine and Steve takes the glass out of your hands to open it for you. Squealing you take the glass to sit onto a chair to stuff the sour cucumbers into your mouth.

“Damn she really is craving odd stuff.” Bucky chuckles sitting next to you. Wearing nothing but his boxers he places his metal hand onto the table to tap his fingers onto the wood.

“Not bad…” You mutter grabbing another pickle until an odd noise disturbs your cravings festival.

As soon as kick-ass starts hissing you know something’s off. “That’s kick-ass…something must be wrong.” You say and both men jump up.

“Stay here with her. I’ll go outside and check the surroundings. Maybe the cat only saw a mouse.” Steve says but then the door to your house bursts open…

Marvel Tags

@stuckys-whore, @notyourtypicalrose, @voltage-my2dlove

Wrong-Right Tags

@allonszassbutt, @joe-mazzello-is-my-dad

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all1e23 · 5 years

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Heart and Soul [Pt.18]

Chapter: Holding a Losing Hand

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Things are starting to become clearer for everyone at the station but Bucky is unreachable.

Warnings: General foreboding

A/N: ***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam though! Thanks!**

Tony waited until Bucky and Sam had left before he made a move to leave. He didn’t want Bucky to worry when there was nothing he could do and knowing Bucky the second he though Y/n was in any kind of danger he would drop everything else and rush to her side It was probably nothing and Bucky didn’t need to risk his career only to find Y/n curled up on their couch safe and sound or cuddled up in her nest. Tony could slip out of the station, check on her and, take her to the hospital, then keep her company till Bucky got home and no one would have to panic.

“Listen, I’m going to down to Bucky’s and check in on Y/n.”

Steve arched his brow waiting for an explanation.

“I just wanna see how Y/n is doing. I remember what it was like when we had to be apart right after my first heat. Not exactly fun and this is the first time she has shared her heat with someone she actually cares about.”

Steve narrowed his eyes at Tony as he watched him. Steve knew his husband, he knew when there was more to the story than what was being shared. But he also knew Tony would tell him when he was ready to share those details. That didn’t mean Steve was going to let him deal with whatever this was on his own.

“All right.”

Steve stood up and grabbed his keys. “I’ll go with you.”

“Woah, there big guy!”

Tony shook his head and placed his hands on his shoulders pushing him back down into his chair.

“Thank you but no. If she is upset adding an Alpha to mix won’t help that. Plus, Bucky isn’t going to like coming home and scenting another Alpha in their space. Even if the Alpha is you. I’ll be fine. I can handle a well-fare check on someone who happens to be a good friend of mine without my mate following after me.”

Steve was conflicted and Tony knew that. He wanted to be respectful of the detective and Omega Tony was but he didn’t like the idea of anyone involved in the case against Rumlow going out on their own at the moment and Nat was nowhere in sight. However, he couldn’t lock Tony away any time there was a dangerous case. Tony wasn’t that kind of Omega and frankly, that’s not the Omega Steve wanted to be with.

“Okay,” Steve conceded but added on an addendum.

“I want to know where you are at all time though. It’s not a joke Tony. Don’t give that look. I'm telling you as your captain and your mate, I want to know when you arrive and when you leave.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Tony leaned in to kiss his cheek but quickly remembered the door was open and straightened up.

“Right-O. I’ll be sure to let you know when I arrive, captain.” Tony purred softly earning a soft growl from his husband.

“Get moving so I can have you all to myself.” Steve rumbled in only the way an Alpha can.

“Yes, sir.”

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The young Beta boy at the security desk was practically sweating and stumbling all over himself when Tony said he was heading up to see Y/n L/n. He started fumbling over his words as he frantically searching for the list of approved names Bucky had given him. Once he found the list he still had to get out the photocopies of everyone’s identification in order to make sure he actually was Tony Stark as if the entire world didn’t know who he was. Tony would have been amused at the fear Bucky put into this boy if this was just a normal every day, but he really needed to get upstairs.

After ten minutes of searching, the kid was able to confirm Tony was, in fact, Tony Stark and he was approved to go upstairs. He was going to have a serious talk with Bucky when this was sorted. Tony knew he was overprotective, but this was taking it to a whole new level. When he finally managed to get past the guards and got up to Bucky’s floor, he made sure to take a picture of himself in front of their door with the biggest smirk and if a thumbs up could be snarky his most certainly was. He sent it off to Steve and got a reply before he could knock.

Captain of my heart: You don’t have to be smartass, Tony.

Tony: I’m starting to wonder if you even know me at all.

He slipped his phone into his jacket and rapped his knuckles against the door. “Y/n? It’s Tony. Open up. I wanna see if you want to go grab something to eat? Maybe go see speed racer?”

Y/n was just as stubborn and proud as Tony was. There was no way he could tell her he was coming by to check on her and give her any indication that he thought she was at all incapable of taking care of herself. She would bite his head off, probably call Steve and Bucky to yell at them and then he would get chewed out by both Alphas. It’s easier if he lets her think he was just stopping by to spend time with her and then he can keep her busy until Bucky gets home.

Maybe Tony should see if the two lovebirds want to stay at their place till this is all over. It’s not like the place isn’t big enough. Hell, he could give them an entire floor. That question would have to wait until he could get her to answer the door.

“Y/n?” He twirled his keys around his fingers as he searched for Bucky’s key. “I’m coming inside, and you better have clothes on, or Barnes is going to kill me. You don’t want me to die, do you?”

Still no answer. Something wasn’t right.

“Okay. Coming in buttercup.” He slowly flipped the lock and pulled his gun from his holster as he nudged the door open.

“Lucy!” Tony sang into the still apartment. “I’m home.”

The door swung open into the quiet apartment. Nothing seemed out of place. There were still several piles of clothes hanging on every surface of the apartment. Dishes were drying on the counter from what he guessed was breakfast. Their bed was even made, despite what looked like her nest piled on top of the blankets. It was oddly quiet, but nothing was broken or looked as if anyone had a struggle.

Only thing missing was… Y/n.

It looked as if the place was empty. No one was in the bathroom from what he could see and unless she was hiding in the closet for a very elaborate game of hide and seek, Y/n wasn’t there. Tony really didn’t think she would leave the apartment again without someone with her, not after how terrified Bucky got and definitely not after Tony yelled at her. He closed the door behind and slipped his gun back into the holster, but what he saw when he turned back around made his heart sink.

Tony slowly walked over to the kitchen island and there next to the barstool only further proved his suspicion. He reached down and delicately picked up Y/n’s broken necklace that was callously thrown to the ground. He turned it over in his hand noticing the chain appeared to be snapped and clutched it tightly in his fist before slipping it into his pocket. There was no way she would just leave her necklace on the floor like that, even if the chain had broken on accident. She may not have had it long, but he saw the way she was clutching it. It’s the most important thing in the world to her. She wouldn’t leave it behind even if it was broken.

Someone ripped the necklace off her neck, and he knew just who that someone was.

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“What are you doing here?” Maria asked, not even bothering to glance up from the paperwork in front of her.

Ouch. Okay, he’s in a bit of hot water. Shit, Bucky was right. She was going to punch him in the face, knock him to the ground and probably step over him on her way out the door. It's okay. He can fix this. It's not like he was ditching her on purpose and if anyone understood work coming first on the rare occasion it was Maria.

Sam rested his elbows on the counter and tapped his fingers on whatever it was she was looking at until she lifted her head to meet his eyes, grinning once she did. “I came to see you and maybe take you to dinner. I did make you a promise if you recall."

She raised her brow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes, but you keep breaking those promises as of late. What if I have dinner plans with someone else now?”

His smile faltered just a bit as he stood up straighter. Sam did not like the idea of her having dinner with some other Alpha.

“That would be unfortunate but thankfully I know all the good places to hide a body.” As much as he was trying to play it cool, she could see the worry on his face, and it made her heart flip just for just a hot moment.

Why did he have to be so damn cute?

“Give me a few minutes. I have to get things sorted here before I leave.” She leaned over the counter and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t get used to that. You get a pass because you looked so pathetically sad just now.”

He grinned. “I’ll take it. In fact, I’ll try to look more pathetic if I get more of those sweet kisses.”

Nick wandered out of the back causing the couple to jump apart even though his eyes were glued to his phone. “What are you doing here Detective? Shouldn’t you be on a call with your partner or is he at home with Y/n and you’ve come to steal the one person who keeps my shelter running?”

“No, Buck is handling a call out at--“ Sam froze as Nick’s words settle over him. How the hell did he know what Bucky was doing? And when he get the memo he was trying to bond with Y/n?

“Hold up a damn minute. How did you know Y/n and Buck were mates?”

“I know a lot of things, Sam.”

Nick finally looked up from his phone and smiled at Sam. “If I were you, I’d head back to the station. Brock is not someone you two should be playing games with. He needs to be dealt with.”

He nodded at Maria. “’Give him the letter.”

Sam looked back at Maria. “What letter?”

There was a moment of what looked to be some kind of silent argument between Nick and Maria before she finally caved and dug a somewhat wrinkled envelope out of the drawer behind the counter and handed it over to Sam.

“It’s a letter that Y/n left before the night Brock attacked her. It says she had to leave because Brock found out she was here. She said his dad, or adoptive dad I think? I don't know. Either way, he is rich and has connections. He has ways of finding her no matter where she goes. Something about him owning that Omega club in Queens. The one that got shut down this month.”

Sam nearly choked on his own tongue as the words flew out of her mouth. “Hold up. Alexander Pierce? The man who is under investigation for Omega-trafficking is Brock Rumlow’s adoptive father?”

“Like I said,” Nick repeated. “You better get your ass back to the station and figure out where your partner is.”

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Sam rushed into the station frantically looking for any sign his partner had made it back to the station after his last call. Bucky’s desk was empty and just as he left it and there was no sign he had dropped the squad car off. He rushed around the group at booking towards Steve who was talking to a patrol officer and completely cut off their conversation. He didn’t have time for the bullshit. His partner could be in trouble.

“Hey, Cap? Where is Buck? Did he get back from that call? The one about the kids.”

“Didn’t you go with him?” Steve asked, a hint of authority lacing his voice.

Yeah, okay. Sam messed up. He knew that and didn’t need it shoved in his face, he needed to fix it. “Uh, no. He told me to go see Maria and he would handle it on his own.”

Steve growled, “So you both deliberately ignored a direct order?”

Sam winced but nodded. “Yeah, kind of?”

The patrol officer slowly slinked away thanks to the anger rolling off Steve and Sam indiscreetly shooing him away. If Sam could he would shrink off right now, but he doubted Steve would let him away with that. The blond angrily scrolled through his phone as he checked with dispatch for updates and a small frown formed on his face.

“No one has heard from him for a few hours. That doesn’t seem right… He reported getting to the location, but he’s been silent for over two hours and dispatch can’t reach him.”

“Listen, we need to check in on Buck. I was at the shelter with Maria and she showed me this letter Y/n wrote. She left it the night that Brock… the night she ran from the shelter and I think Bucky might be in more trouble than we thought.”

Sam handed the letter over to Steve, letting him skim the letter as he continued on, “Pierce is his adoptive father or some shit. I’m guessing it’s not legal since there isn’t a record but… read the letter, man. Y/n talks about needing to run because of his connections and who his father is.”

Steve’s eyes scanned the document in his hand and he could feel his heart thudding against his chest with every word. His mate, his husband was off running around the city, tangled up in this mess and he was all by himself. He slapped the letter against Sam’s chest forcing him to take and stalked over to the front desk in two long strides. He whipped the phone around nearly knocking Natasha out of his way and he quickly punched in Tony’s number keeping his eyes on his phone for an update on Bucky from dispatch.

“Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.” He mumbled softly.

“You okay?” Natasha asked softly.

“Tony went to check on Y/n and he’s not answering.”

Tony’s voicemail played in his ear and he slammed the phone back down. He turned back around and started to head back towards his office. He knew he should have gone with him. He put his Omega in danger because he didn’t trust his gut and that won’t happen again.

“Nat keep trying Tony. I’m going to head over to Buck’s and make sure they are okay. Sam take a car out to the location of the call and see what’s going on with Buck. Dispatch can’t reach him on the radio, and I can’t get a hold of him.”

“Steve?” A soft voice called out across the station stopping him in his tracks. He slowly turned around to find Sharon Carter standing behind the front desk, looking nervous and… scared? She looked like she hadn't slept in days and something or someone had her terrified.

“Sharon... What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

“I, um.” She glanced around at Sam and then Natasha. “I have some information that might help you with your investigation.”

“Wait. Wait.”

Steve shook his head and took a step towards her, needing to understand what she was getting at he asked, “What investigation? How do you know anything about any of my investigations?”

Sharon looked around at three Alphas who were watching her very closely. This might not have been a good idea. Natasha hated her from the moment she found out that Steve slept with her and Sam was looking at her like she was guilty of something. None of that mattered she supposed. They needed to know. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if something happened to any of them and she could have stopped it.

“The one involving Y/n L/n and Brock Rumlow. He came to see me at my office. I think Y/n and Bucky are in trouble.”

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banashee · 4 years

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Part 3 of my @badthingshappenbingo

prompt: “Accidentally hurt by a friend”.

Just because you can doesn’t mean you should

It starts out like any other, uneventful evening in the tower where all of them are present. Dinner, movie night, falling asleep on the couch - nothing unusual at all.

That is, until Natasha starts fidgeting and muttering in her sleep. Clint blinks awake, carefully running a hand over her shoulder in a soothing motion.

But when she doesn’t stop, doesn’t calm and instead, a cold string of Russian flows from her lips, he tenses up and curses out loud in a hushed voice.

"Everything okay?“ Steve asks from where he’d been dozing off on Bucky’s shoulder, sounding concerned.

It causes everyone else to look up as well, just in time for Natasha to tense up, muttering once more in Russian - Bucky tenses as well, since he’s got a pretty good idea of what might be happening. He keeps his eyes locked on her and Clint in understanding, while the expressions of their teammates range from confusion to worry and slowly dawning understanding.

“I need you all to get out of the room. This might get ugly and too many people here won’t help.”

Clint sits up, very carefully, and gets his feet on the ground in preparation for what he knows will follow soon - any further questions are cut off, because Natasha shoots up from the couch, angry snarl on her lips and then, without a warning, she kicks Clint into the coffee table with enough force for it to break under him.

The whole room erupts in chaos - people screaming, wanting to help and unsure what to do. Meanwhile, Clint forces himself up from the floor, blocking the next vicious blows from Natasha as she attacks him in a cold rage. It’s like she doesn’t even recognize him.

As devastating this whole thing is, it’s over in a matter of just a few minutes - but the room lies in shambles around them, furniture in pieces, shards of glass and spilled drinks on the floor. Blood splattered across a wall and the floor from when she broke Clint’s nose earlier.

Now, Natasha sits on the ground and in the middle of the wreckage, clearly shaken and very, very silent.

Her green eyes are filled with pain and sadness, shining suspiciously wet. Clint is sitting in front of her, dried blood on his face and one eye swelling shut - he’s moving very carefully, probably because of some cracked ribs. He’d fought off any attempt in medical care, simply shoving balled up pieces of tissue paper up his nose to stop bleeding all over the place.

The injuries don’t seem to bother him very much right now, because he keeps talking in the same calm and low tone of voice he’d used the entire time in an attempt to bring Natasha back to herself. He has one hand stretched out in between them, a calm offering of comfort, but Natasha doesn’t take it - not yet, not trusting herself, even now that the red fog in her head has cleared up and she is back to her own self. Back, but shaken.

The others had, despite that Clint asked them to, not left.

Usually, they respect each others requests to be left alone, but this is different. No one wanted to leave, too worried about Natasha’s state of mind and too worried about Clint getting seriously hurt to the point where he wouldn’t be able to fight anymore - and he’d refused to fight back, not wanting to hurt his best friend when she wasn’t in control of herself and even more so, refusing to use the trigger words that would stop her.

As it is, they managed to restrain her with Steve and Thor holding onto her, firm but as non-threateningly as possible while Clint had gotten a chance to catch his breath. He managed talk her down and back to her own self after the nightmare that triggered something in her. Even after she’d calmed down and gotten back to herself, and her friends stopped holding onto her, she’s still holding her arms tightly crossed around herself.

The team is keeping their distance now, but still worried and hovering. They want to give her privacy, while still staying close, just in case any of them is needed in some way.

As a compromise, they pile in the kitchen, where Bucky had gone first to make tea.

Natasha and him have history that dates back many decades - with her being back in a old mindset, he’d been unsure if his presence would be helpful or make it even worse. So he keeps his distance and keeps busy with preparing a mug of herbal tea with honey, just the way he knows Nat likes.

Natasha keeps her breathing carefully even. Slowly, she uncurls herself, scooting a little bit closer to Clint and finally taking his hand. The grip is gentle and reassuring - it feels warm, slightly rough and calloused. This is a feeling she’s associated with home for a long time.

She has told Clint about the trigger words years ago - told them to Phil, too. Just in case something or someone compromised her.

Neither of them have ever used this knowledge, not wanting to manipulate her. They always managed to bring her back without it.

Part of Natasha is disappointed that they willingly let her hurt them instead of putting a stop to it with the most efficient way they know, but another, slightly selfish part of her is thankful that they love her enough to try their damn best to bring her back without using any of this delicate knowledge - that they love her enough as to not mess with her mind, even when it would be for the best of everyone else.

It assures her in her decision to trust them with it in the first place.

It’s been years since she’s had the last setback into her red room programming - before they even formed the Avengers years, and right now, she’s slowly catching up to the damage she’s done.

Wrecking their home, probably scaring the team and most of all, hurting her best friend. Natasha feels sick, and wonders if that was it with her new life.

“What if they hate you for this” a mean voice in her brain whispers, smug and gloating, rubbing it’s disgusting little hands.

She doesn’t realize she must have asked this out loud - or maybe not, and Clint just knows her too well to not catch on.

“Nothing changed. You’re safe and all of us still love you. Promise.”

Natasha doesn’t answer, but she crosses the distance between them and wraps herself around Clint, holding on for dear life. It must be causing him pain, what with his newly damaged ribs because he can’t suppress a slight flinch at the sudden pressure there, but still, he simply hugs back, holding her close and pressing a kiss into her messy red curls, not letting go of her.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” she mutters into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’ve had worse. Not your fault, Tasha.”

She wants to disagree, but it won’t get them anywhere. They’ve had this kind of talk many times over the years, so she simply holds on for longer.

When she finally lets go of Clint, pale and red eyed, there is a travel mug placed on the floor near her, but no one else is in sight. Natasha didn’t even realize it got placed there. It’s something that would usually never happen to her, because she always notices things around her, but this particular set back left her shaken.

She still recognizes the gesture for what it is. The ghost of a smile crosses her lips, and she takes a careful sip.

It’s her favourite herbal tea and it tastes perfect - sweet with honey and instantly calming.

Breathing is a lot easier now.

The rest of the night, she spends curled up around Clint in his bed. Part of her wants to fight it, too afraid she might slip back again and kill him in his sleep, but the part that wants to accept the offered comfort is stronger this time - they know the drill by now. It always works out, and Natasha wants the company.

Sleep doesn’t come, but she manages to doze a little bit at least and the next day, she feels a little better and shuffles off to the shower, stealing ancient sweatpants with holes in the knees and a cheesy touristy T-shirt out of Clint’s closet.

He simply puts a clean, folded towel on top of the pile of clothes, then he makes his way to the kitchen.

When Natasha joins him there later, she is greeted by the rest of the team. While this kitchen is a lot smaller than the common area downstairs, they all fit around the table - she knows they try and keep her away from that area until the damage is repaired, not wanting to upset her - she’s torn between being annoyed, because she can handle it for god’s sake, and being happy that she won’t have to deal with it.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” a calm voice in the back of her head gently reminds her, and it is no coincidence that it sounds very much like Phil - she still misses him.

All of them do.

But the team is here and everything is the same as always - Clint stands at the stove, cooking while inhaling black coffee straight from the pot. His injuries look worse now that bruises have formed, and some time in the night he actually managed to set his broken nose in place - his face looks horrible right now, a reminder of what she’s done. But she also knows he doesn’t blame her, and most importantly, despite looking banged up, he seems to be otherwise okay.

A cooking Clint is one who is feeling good, she knows. He’s also occasionally humming along to the song that’s playing faintly in the background, in between sips of coffee and flipping eggs and pancakes.

Steve, Bucky and Thor set the table, chatting away and greeting her just as happy as always. Bruce chops fruit into a large bowl, looking up with a smile and Tony is propped up against the counter, drinking coffee out of a giant mug and keeping an eye on the waffle iron - the only cooking task they trust him to do without supervision.

He’s using nicknames just as always, “Red Sonja”, “Itsy Bitsy” and all the other names that keep earning him her elbow into the ribs on a daily basis - it’s a comfort.

A comfort, and prove for what Clint promised her earlier - nothing changed and they still love her.

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#banashee writes #Bad things happen bingo #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #natasha romanov feels #platonic clintasha #team as family #tw blood and injury

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a-simple-imagine’s Masterlist (old)

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CAROL DANVERS

Oneshots;

Tea Parties and Test Flights - Carol Danvers x fem!reader

Carol and Reader have been friends since they were little. A reader invites Carol around for a very specific walk down memory lane and surprises her with a fort.

Everything She’s Not - Carol Danvers x platonic!Cubby!reader

The reader is shy, nervous and a bit chubby and has powers similar to carols. When Carol joins the Avengers the reader becomes jealous and disheartened but Carol comforts her.

‘After Sex’ Kisses - Carol Danvers x fem!reader

Gentle kisses shared between the reader and Carol after sex as they discuss their dinner plans.

Prompts;

You Make Me Feel So Insecure

Sleeping

HOPE VAN DYNE

Oneshots;

An ‘I Thought I Lost You’ Kiss - Hope Van Dyne x fem!reader

A kiss to celebrate Hope returning home after the Thanos snap

Prompts;

Honesty

Warm

MARIA HILL

Oneshots;

Tremors - Maria Hill x fem!reader

On a mission together, the reader gets hurt. Determined to get back out into the field the reader tries to prove she’s fine.

MINN-ERVA

Oneshots;

Training Room - Minn-Erva x reader

The reader decides to go annoy Minn-erva because they’re bored and want attention

This Whole Jealousy Thing - Minn-Erva x fem!reader

Minn-Erva gets jealous of the Reader's friendship with Carol.

The Morning After - Minn-Erva x fem!reader

The Reader tries to make Minn-erva admit that she’s actually soft

Chill Babe - Minn-Erva x fem!reader

Minn-erva gets jealous because she thinks Yon-Rogg is trying to steal y/n away so she puts him in his place

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Oneshots;

Two Heroes - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Tony Stark x platonic!fem!reader

The reader has to deal with the loss of two of the most important people in their life.

Distraction - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

The reader is a new avenger and gets private training from Natasha

Bad Babysitters - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Natasha and the reader babysit Morgan Stark

Thunderstorms - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

The reader has PTSD after the battle in Wakanda and is afraid of Thunderstorms. Natasha tries to figure out what's going on.

A Goodbye Kiss - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

A kiss goodbye before Natasha goes away on a mission

A Morning Kiss - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Natasha and reader share an early morning kiss

A Dying Kiss - Natasha Romanoff x reader

The reader goes with Natasha to Vormir to get the soul stone

Powers of a Supernova - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

The Reader is making herself weak/sickly because she is trying so hard to contain her powers of supernova. Natasha doesn’t know that the Reader has powers, but is beginning to notice how ill she is becoming

Scared of the Dark - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

The reader is losing control of their powers and Natasha tries to comfort her

Not The Mission - Natasha Romanoff x male!reader

Nat stays undercover for a couple months for a mission, living with the reader and ends up liking them

Idle Conversations - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

While on a mission with Natasha, your burdened with the task of being lookout so you decide to fill the time with meaningless/random conversation much to Natasha’s distaste

Come Home - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Watching nat on the news fighting causing the reader to worry but nat ends up being fine and comes home to put her mind at ease

Team Cap - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

“Civil war imagine with fem!reader and Natasha where they’re on opposing teams and there’s some delicious angst where the reader says “the next person to ask me about Natasha is gonna lose their legs.” A bit of an established relationship.”

Robots and Roses - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Tony gets y/n an unusual gift for her birthday and Natasha’s not sure she can compete with that

Clowns Lurk In The Dark - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

When the power goes out at Avengers Tower, things start to get a little spooky for Y/N

Prompts;

“You’re overthinking- I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”

“You make me cliche, but I love it I guess.”

Brilliant

Hate

Theft

“Hey, you mind if I save your life?”

“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”

“I regret it all. I really do, I swear. Please, please– let’s fix this, please”

Series;

Always - Nastaha Romanoff x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2

The reader is an Assassin who used to have a complicated relationship with Natasha before she joined the Avengers. Years pass and Natasha shows up while your out on the job after some information.

When Worlds Collide - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Based on the events of Into The spider verse only instead of ending up in Miles’ universe you end up in the MCU

NEBULA

Oneshots;

A First Kiss - Nebula x fem!reader

Sat under the stars the reader and Nebula share an awkward but sweet first kiss

Prompts;

Wait the tears are good tears?

It doesn’t matter what they think, I just care about what you think

Hurt

PEPPER POTTS

Oneshots;

A Hello Kiss - Pepper Potts x fem!reader

A kiss hello to celebrate Pepper returning home from a business trip.

A You Look Beautiful Kiss - Pepper Potts x fem!reader x Tony Stark

The reader struggles with her outfit choice for the evening but a tender kiss and a few words shared between lovers is all it takes for them to feel better.

A Furry Friend - Pepper Potts x fem!reader x Tony Stark

The reader decided to bring home a new friend while Pepper is away which leads to some issues

The Dare - Pepper Potts x fem!reader

The reader has an accident and Pepper is curious how it happened

Three Hearts - Tony Stark x fem!reader x Pepper Potts

It’s Y/N birthday and she doesn’t really feel like celebrating but that doesn’t stop Tony and Pepper from doing something a little special though.

TONY STARK

Oneshots;

A You Look Beautiful Kiss - Pepper Potts x fem!reader x Tony Stark

The reader struggles with her outfit choice for the evening but a tender kiss and a few words shared between lovers is all it takes for them to feel better.

Two Heroes - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Tony Stark x platonic!fem!reader

The reader has to deal with the loss of two of the most important people in their life.

A Furry Friend - Pepper Potts x fem!reader x Tony Stark

The reader decided to bring home a new friend while Pepper is away which leads to some issues

Three Hearts - Tony Stark x fem!reader x Pepper Potts

It’s Y/N birthday and she doesn’t really feel like celebrating but that doesn’t stop Tony and Pepper from doing something a little special though.

Clowns Lurk In The Dark - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

When the power goes out at Avengers Tower, things start to get a little spooky for Y/N

VALKYRIE

PROMPTS;

“Did you use to get things as a child when you screamed? I’ll let you know right now that it’s not going to help here.”

SERIES

Queen Material - Valkyrie x fem!reader

After Ragnarok, you open a small bar in the heart of New Asgard. Valkyrie has been coming to your bar for years and that doesn’t change once Thor hands over power. However, you’ve never really spoken to her until now.

WANDA MAXIMOFF

Prompts;

Date

Rose

YON-ROGG

Prompts;

I might have slept with your robe while you were gone - Yon-Rogg x fem!reader

THE FROST SISTERS (THE GIFTED)

Oneshots;

Just Go - Esme Frost x reader

As a member of the inner circle, your job is to get everyone back in one piece. But when the frost sisters don’t turn up on time, you go check what’s up only to walk in on Marcos striking down Sophie and Phoebe.

Strawberry Ice Cream - Sophie Frost x fem!reader

Sophie is intrigued by the reader because she can’t read her mind and feelings are starting to surface

Headcanons;

Dating Esme Frost would include...

Prompts;

Jealous - Esme Frost x reader

A hello/goodbye kiss that is given without thinking + An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it - Sophie Frost x reader

I came to say goodbye. + It’s lonely here without you. - Esme Frost x Reader

Series;

Monster - Frost sisters x platonic!fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The reader is a patient in a mutant mental hospital broken out by the Frost Sisters and they try to recruit you into the inner circle.

Three - In - One - Esme Frost x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2

The reader is on the threshold of a new relationship with a girl named Esme but she’s keeping the relationship from the people closest to her.

ARTHUR CURRY

Oneshots;

You Me Her - Arthur Curry x fem!reader x Mera (poly)

The reader and Mera have been dating for a while but when Arthur returns to Atlantis old feelings resurface and everything becomes complicated

DIANA PRINCE

Oneshots;

Donations - Mera x fem!reader x Diana Prince (poly)

The reader and Mera visit Diana at a museum to ask her to lunch

Breathless Kisses - Mera x fem!reader x Diana Prince (poly)

The reader, Mera, and Diana share some kisses and discuss meeting the Justice League

Prompts;

Lying

ENCHANTRESS (JUNE MOONE)

Oneshots;

Things said at 1am - June/Enchantress x reader

The reader wonders where Enchantress goes at night

HARLEY QUINN

Oneshots;

My Little Friend - Harley Quinn x fem!reader

Harley realizes that she loves the reader and that results in her finally leaving the Joker.

Paired Up With a Crazy Clown - Harley Quinn x reader

“I think our teams just teamed up for the sole purpose of setting us up together, god save us all.”

A Simple Job - Harley Quinn x reader

“I can’t decide whether I want to kiss you or kill you, you infuriatingly attractive narcissist.” The reader takes Harley on a job which ends up going not quite as expected.

Our Team - Harley Quinn x Platonic!reader x Poison Ivy

Harley and the Reader are saved by Poison Ivy and they form a team until Batgirl and Supergirl show up.

We Meet At Last - Harley Quinn x reader

The Reader is a singer at one of Joker’s clubs and Harley starts to develop a crush on the reader.

Things Said too Quietly - Harley Quinn x reader

Harley takes the reader on a surprise adventure

Tales From Gotham High: English Project - Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy

Harley and Ivy have an English Project due but one of the girls would much rather mess around.

Prompts;

Sunshine

Three Sentence fanfic

Series;

Mind Games - Harley Quinn x fem!reader x Joker

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

A series following the reader's adventures alongside the Joker and Harley Quinn after she is kidnapped and joins their little gang

THE JOKER

Oneshot;

Things Said Through Gritted Teeth - The Joker x reader

Series;

Mind Games - Harley Quinn x fem!reader x Joker

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

A series following the reader's adventures alongside the Joker and Harley Quinn after she is kidnapped and joins their little gang

MERA

Oneshots;

You Me Her - Arthur Curry x fem!reader x Mera (poly)

The reader and Mera have been dating for a while but when Arthur returns to Atlantis old feelings resurface and everything becomes complicated

Donations - Mera x fem!reader x Diana Prince (poly)

The reader and Mera visit Diana at a museum to ask her to lunch

Breathless Kisses - Mera x fem!reader x Diana Prince (poly)

The reader, Mera, and Diana share some kisses and discuss meeting the Justice League

Series;

Dirty Little Secret - Mera x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2

The reader is secretly dating Mera who is still dating Arthur but she’s getting tired of hiding

POISON IVY

Oneshot;

Our Team - Harley Quinn x Platonic!reader x Poison Ivy

Harley and the Reader are saved by Poison Ivy and they form a team until Batgirl and Supergirl show up.

OTHER

Tales From Gotham High: 2. New Kid

There is a new kid at school and Ivy has taken it upon herself to make introductions

Tales From Gotham High: English Project - Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy

Harley and Ivy have an English Project due but one of the girls would much rather mess around.

DANNY TORRANCE

Baby, It’s Cold Outside - Dan Torrance x fem!reader

“Could I request a Dan x female!reader that’s full of a bunch of cuddles and softness and Dan being so happy because he’s finally in a stable relationship with someone he loves”

ROSE THE HAT

Stay With Me - Rose the Hat x fem!reader

Y/N tries to convince Rose to give up on Abra (Set during the events of the movie Doctor Sleep)

Rose’s Girl - Rose the Hat x fem!reader

I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a Rose the Hat imagine where the reader goes in a relationship back and forth between members of True Knot, mainly Crow Daddy, and Rose finally gets jealous enough she does the whole “You’re mine, Y/n.”

EMILY NELSON

Oneshots;

Leave - Emily Nelson x fem!reader

Emily takes you to a party but doesn’t like seeing you with other people

Dingy Bars and Dry Martinis - Emily Nelson x fem!reader

The reader thinks back to the first time she met Emily

Back From The Dead - Emily Nelson x fem!reader

Emily surprises the reader at her grave

Just Another Tuesday - Emily Nelson x Stephanie Smothers

Stephanie’s mind wonders to her beautiful friend being a little more than just friendly

STEPHANIE SMOTHERS

Oneshots;

Just Another Tuesday - Emily Nelson x Stephanie Smothers

Stephanie’s mind wonders to her beautiful friend being a little more than just friendly

AMBER HEARD

Prompts;

Strip

ANDREA RUSSETT

Oneshots;

Things To Discuss - Andrea Russett x fem!reader

The reader and Andrea do a Q&A together and accidentally confess their feelings

ARIANA GRANDE

Oneshots;

Return Of The Ex - Ariana Grande x Fem!reader

Ariana spots you with another girl and gets a little jealous

BLAKE LIVELY

Prompts;

Cuddle

BRIE LARSON

Oneshots;

Movie Premiere - Brie Larson x fem!reader

The reader and Brie enjoy a quiet word among themselves at the Captain Marvel afterparty before heading home

Prompts;

You can ask me as much as you want, I’ll say I love you each time

you're my favorite + I heard you weren't having that great of a day

You always duck away when you smile + kiss me again

CARA DELEVINGNE

Oneshots;

Hugs!! - Cara Delevingne x fem!reader

A quick and simple hug shared between lovers

Let's Play a Game - Cara Delevingne x fem!reader

The reader's roommate is throwing a party but they’re not feeling it, and neither is Cara so she joins them.

DEMI LOVATO

Oneshots;

Our First Times - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

The Reader and Demi go on an ice cream date

What If Is Our Only Mystery - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

The Reader has a series of questions for Demi

Cool For The Summer - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

A self-conscious reader and Demi explore their relationship during a party

Point To Prove - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

The reader gets harassed by a drunk and goes to Demi for help to get him to leave her alone

Virtual flirting Can Cause Real Life Pain - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Flirting on Twitter leads to an unhappy Demi

Let me invade your solitude - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Demi tries to befriend a lonely looking person

Birthday Surprise - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

The reader plans a surprise for Demi’s birthday but it doesn’t quite go to plan

Effort is Beautiful - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Demi and the reader go on a date to the planetarium

Birthday Blues - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Demi comes home just in time for the reader’s birthday

Girls Like Girls - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Based on the music video by Hayley Kiyoko

Until We Meet Again - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

The reader becomes very ill and Demi stays by her side

When the Night Calls - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

The reader and Demi go on a picnic together but the reader is suspicious when she has to run off since it’s not the first time.

Big Steps, Little Steps - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Demi meets the reader’s daughter for the first time and she’s very nervous

Regret - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Regret follows a one night stand

Christmas Hero - Demi Lovato x fem!readers

Demi has a show on Christmas so they celebrate the day after

Cookie - Demi Lovato x fem reader

Demi takes the reader horseriding but things go wrong

Can I Have This Dance - Demi Lovato x fem reader

Demi and the reader share a dance to a cheesy HSM song

Evening Shower - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

You’re home alone when someone joins you for a shower

Lady Killer - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Demi is an assassin for hire who finds sometimes it’s hard to get the job done

Allergies - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Demi is sick but can’t figure out the reason but the reader knows

Plastic Fangs - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

It’s Halloween and all the reader wants is a kiss

Haunted House - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

The reader visits a haunted house with Demi despite hating them

Picture Perfect - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Taking photos with Demi for Christmas

Series;

Ignorance is bliss - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Demi has a crush on her producer’s daughter

What I already knew - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2

Demi cheats on the reader and they find out

Him or Her? - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Part1 Part 2

Demi starts dating a girl for publicity but she starts catching feelings but she’s already got a boyfriend

Say Something - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The reader goes to visit her parents and accidentally gets into an accident

Tell Me You Love Me - Demi Lovato x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2

Based on the TMYLM video by Demi Lovato

GEMMA CHAN

Oneshots;

Nothing But Co-Stars - Gemma Chan x fem!reader

The reader and Gemma develop a secret relationship while working on Captain Marvel together but when the press find out you both aren’t sure what to do

MARTIN GARRIX

Oneshots;

3 hits wins - Martin Garrix x Selena Gomez

Martin and Selena have a nerf gun fight

Fruitful Message - Martin Garrix x fem!reader

Martin’s always busy but this time he leaves behind a message

Child’s Play - Martin Garrix x Kayla (requester)

Martin cheats on Kayla and after they break up he tries to win her back

Simple Fight, Simple Solution - Martin Garrix x fem!reader

The reader and Martin have a fight over his jealousy and possessiveness

I Wanna Be More - Martin Garrix x fem!reader

Martin asks the reader to be his girlfriend

3.AM. Adventures - Martin Garrix x fem!reader

Martin goes on a little adventure in the early morning and the reader decides to tag along

SCARLETT JOHANSSON

Prompts;

Mine

SELENA GOMEZ

Oneshots;

Popcorn Challenge - Selena Gomez x fem!reader

Just a lazy day spent on the couch

3 hits wins - Martin Garrix x Selena Gomez

Martin and Selena have a nerf gun fight

SKYLER SAMUELS

Oneshots;

Rooftop Picnic - Skyler Samuels x fem!reader

The reader plans a picnic for Skyler which leads to an unlikely confession

Charity Gala - Skyler Samuels x fem!reader

A flirty reader goes to a gala with Samuels only to admit that she wants to make their relationship... official?

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Loose Lips

Summary: Requested by @qtmeryr: “Hello! Can I request Loki x reader fic in which reader is in love with Loki and accidentally tells Thor about it. Thor makes the reader’s conversations with Loki even more awkward and he finally drops a hint to Loki about reader’s crush? Ily!!”

Part: 1/1

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: awkward?

Word count: 1,570

A/N: Aw, thank you love!. Excited to get this out, been a bit busy. Ready for my first ‘official’ Loki fic! Hope you enjoy!

There is a peaceful silence in the lobby, heels echo and heads turn as you approach the front desk. Your badge in hand as you pass, the woman rolls her eyes and waves you on. This was routine. Just a check up on an asset, well on THE asset. Somehow you had gotten put on his case, and now you had to check in daily to ensure that no chaos had ensued.

Loki sat alone at the counter sipping tea from a mug that read ‘I tried to rule the world’ on the bottom. You smiled to yourself.

“Good morning Agent (Y/L/N).” His voice is smooth and gentle, slightly raspy from the early hours of the morning. “What brings you to this humble abode?”

“Oh you know. Just checking in to make sure you haven’t, oh I don’t know..” You point to his cup. He frowns at the joke. “C’mon, that was a good set up.”

The room is awfully silent.

“Captain Rogers is on a run. The rest are either training or sleeping off yesterday’s mission.” He carries his now empty mug to the sink.

“And how did that go? Did they let you do anything?” He shakes his head. “Stuck as lookout again, huh?”

“It would seem I am a fantastic one.”

“Well.. better than being stuck behind.” You gaze wanders out the window, it had been weeks since your last mission. You missed the field.

You stand on the opposite side of the counter, raising a brow expectantly. Loki sighs before going into what was now routine, his daily plans and actions. It seemed so trivial but SHIELD was ever so careful since his attack.

“There is not much else to report Agent.” You sigh, nodding and adding the notes to the tablet in your hand.

There is a loud and boisterous laugh that ricochets, bouncing off every wall and snagging your attention.

“Lady (Y/L/N)! Wonderful to see you again!” He gripped you in a tight hug as Loki slipped out of the room, but not before you sent him a glare for abandoning you.

“And same to you Thor. How have you been?” You smile gently as he excitedly depicts his most recent mission with the energy of a labrador seeing a tennis ball. “That’s great. And how was Loki on the mission?”

“Oh he did well! Watched the Quinjet, and did not steal anything from it this time!”

“That’s excellent. Has he been more…” You give vague hand gestures as your mind fumbles for the right word. “Cooperative? Open to change?”

“I am unsure. He does seem less mischievous though. Is that good?”

“Possibly. But we’ll take it as good for now...” Thor smiles at this, clapping a hand on your shoulder before moving around you to grab food from the pantry.

“You should join us for dinner tomorrow!” Just as the words escape his lips the elevator dings and opens to reveal Steve Rogers in athletic wear.

“Who? Oh, hey. How’s he doing?” You hand him the tablet and allow him to read your report, at which he merely nods and returns it. “Good. And you should.”

“Should what?” Steve rubs the back of his neck before stumbling over his words.

“Um. Y-you know the dinner… um thing.”

“Oh, uh… I don’t see why not.” Thor cheers as he pours himself some lemonade. “Would you like to read it, make sure I haven’t left anything out?”

“Ah, yes. Must give a proper report of my mischievous brother.” His smile fades, brow furrowing as he reads your writing. When he’s finished he is beaming at you and before you know it, hugging you once again.

“W-what?” You didn’t understand what in your report had broken Captain America and caused Thor to look at you like a proud dad. Squirming under his gaze you grabbed the tablet from his hands, rereading your unsubmitted report.

Asset appears to be acclimating well to domestic life and the team.

However, he is still an ass. I mean god what an ass. I mean, that ass.

Maybe I should tell him, maybe I should confess my feelings.

Fuck.

“Oh thank god I haven't submitted this! I must’ve typed what I was thinking accidentally!” You quickly erased all your personal thoughts from the report before submitting it and falling face first on the couch. “I think I’ll just stay right here a while.”

“Do not worry! I shall help you.” You bolt into an upright position, eyes frantically wide.

“Oh god, please no!” Thor’s kicked puppy face just killed you. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I’m not sure I even want to tell him. I’m not even sure what I feel.”

Thor just nods, disappointed but understanding.

“How about sparring to cheer you up, huh?” He is out of the room as soon as the word sparring exits your mouth.

By the time dinner rolls around you are exhausted and not ready for the awkward conversation with Steve. Or Loki. Thor was already dropping hints and Loki was acting rather strange around you ever since. You couldn’t make it through a conversation with him without it turning awkward. Thankfully, Tony and Clint do most of the talking and you remain far from the subject. Well… that is, until Thor, sweet Thor, decides to drop some not so subtle hints.

“Well it was your turn to train with him!” Nat is arguing with Tony about who was meant to have sparred with Loki today.

“I think (Y/N) would like to spar with Loki.” You were gobsmacked at the idea and could not believe the suggestion had come out of his mouth. Loki raised a brow at him before glancing at you with a smirk.

“And you think that because...?” You were hoping Thor had some sort of cover for this or you were going to kill him.

“Oh, well… um. You know you write the reports so it would be a good opportunity to get information for it.” He was smiling like an idiot. Absolutely proud of himself.

“I mean, I can. I wouldn’t mind.” Something passed across Loki’s expression that you couldn’t quite read.

“I think it’s a good idea. You can start tomorrow.” Steve blurts out between sips of his iced tea. You could smack the two of them. Subtle. Real subtle.

The next morning you were at the tower by 7 to get ready for your sparring match with Loki. Your nerves were jittery. You felt as if you had been set up on a date by Thor and Steve and it was sort of uncomfortable.

Loki was waiting in the gym, looking tired and annoyed that he was already awake while his brother still slept. His eyes found yours and an unreadable emotion passed through them. He was getting harder to read.

“You ready?” He nods. “No magic though, you can practice that with Wanda. I’d be at a disadvantage here.”

“You are not able to choose your enemy’s skill set.” He smirks tauntingly.

“And if we were training me, I would agree. But, since we are sparring for your sake… No magic.” He raises his hands in defeat.

“Alright.” A smile dances upon his lips. “Since you were so inclined to train me, we shall play by your rules.”

“Excuse me?” He lunges forward with a dagger and you barely dodge in time in your jumbled state.

“Well, Thor tells me that the true reason he volunteered you…” You retaliate swinging your staff his way. “Was so you could spend more time with me. That you were looking to do so.”

You laugh nervously as he catches your wrist when you slip his knife from his grasp. He pushes you back, back into the wall.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You sweep him off his feet and lunge for your staff, reaching it in time to block his attack.

“Oh? I think you do.” With the distraction you easily flip him on his back and press your staff against his throat.

“Yield?” He smirks.

“Never.”

“Ah, look at you two. Reminds me of father’s stories of mother.” Thor’s words send crimson into yours and Loki’s cheeks. You are quick to part yourself from him.

“Why are you here saying such things?” Loki hisses at his brother through a clenched jaw.

“Oh I, wanted to see how the training was going. And see if anyone had, oh I don’t know, confessed anything?” You were this close to strangling him until Loki chuckles at the idea.

“Give it time.”

“Give what time? What are you two on about?” Loki laughs gently, eyes now on you.

“Darling, you really are the worst liar.”

“H-how?” Your gaze trails over to Thor who smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he slowly backs out of the room. “Oh you get back here you loose lipped royal pain!”

You began to bolt after Thor, however, Loki grabs your elbow before you can dart out the door. He is smiling at you, genuinely, no mischievousness hidden within.

“I think we have a matter to discuss, yes?”

Oh boy. Here we go. Now you were in for it.

“I suppose we do.”

“Good. I’d rather not let Thor gain the satisfaction that he is the one who brought us together.” The mischief has returned to his eyes as he smirks down at you.

“Agreed.”

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