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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years

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I love your Bleeding out series. I love the alternate ending where reader faints. Now I can’t help imagine if reader had actually woken up and decided that she needed some space to think and went to stay at the compound. Worrying Wanda and Natasha.

BUT! BUT HERES THE RESULT: The next day, Reader just needed a moment and comes back and is extremely thrilled and happy to be a mum alongside her two loves of her life, now with a little one on the way!

Authors note: Hopefully this is the right amount of angst for you!

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They hadn’t noticed the door open while they were talking, Steves voice startled them slightly, “I have a solution for that.”

“You're serious?” Nat asks, “You can really go back and get her?”

He smiles at them, “I went and got you, didn’t I?”

“You did, but there's a big difference between bringing someone three days into the future versus six years into the future.” she says

“True some things and people will be different but for the most part the team is the same so that should make it easy enough for her to adjust. Plus she’ll have the two of you and me there to explain it all to her before we bring her home.” he tells them

“We’re going with you?” Wanda asks

“Honestly if you don’t I don’t know how I'll convince her I’m telling the truth.” he reasons

“Good point. Tony and I only believed you because you had all six stones, and looked at both of us like a wounded puppy. And we knew time travel was possible, Y/n doesn't.” Nat says

“Right. So let's go to the platform and get some quantum suits on the two of you and grab an extra for Y/n.” he says

The three quickly, and excitedly make their way outside to the platform. Bruce hands both women their quantum suits which they put on and Bucky hands Steve a briefcase with an extra quantum suit in it. Steve motions to the platform as Nat looks at him, she grabs Wandas hand and leads her up onto the platform where Steve joins them.

“What day are we going back to?” Wanda asks

“The day she died, before she can get on the quinjet to leave for the mission.” he replies looking at Bruce, who gives him a thumbs up.

“See you in a minute” Nat says before the three head off for the past

Avengers compound, 2017

“Alright, looks like it's about eight in the morning. Where was she at this time?”

�� Wanda blushes, “Uhm, her and Nat were still in bed, with me….saying goodbye.”

“Oh, well…uh” Steve says rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks heat up

Nat smirks, “It was a really nice goodbye.”

“Ok, ok. Thank you. When will she be alone?” Steve asks

“In about ten minutes she’ll come down for breakfast with Tasha.” Wanda says

Nat nods, “Then afterwards she heads to the training room to get some last minute exercising in while I get all of our stuff loaded into the quinjet.”

He nods, “Alright, you two go and hide in the training room. Once she heads in I’ll make sure no one else can interrupt your conversation.”

“Got it” Nat says, pulling Wanda along the hallway by their still joined hands.

They head into the training room and Wanda looks around for an adequate place to hide despite knowing that her girlfriend, the Russian spy, certainly already had a place in mind. Sure enough Nat leads them over to a large stack of mats that are used to cover the floor when someone is sparring, and tucks them both behind it.

“We’ll wait here” she says, earning a nod from the other woman

The minutes pass by slowly, feeling more like hours to the two redheads. Probably due to their nervousness and excitement to see you again. Natasha couldn't wait to see you again, to be able to hear your voice call out to her, to feel you next to her and Wanda in bed at night and so much more. Wanda felt those things too, but what she missed the most was being able to hold you holding her in return as you pepper kisses onto her neck.

They both hold their breath when they hear the training room door open and they know it's you instantly, no matter how many years they've been apart from you they would always know you, the way you walked, the way you hummed along to your music. How could they ever forget.

They both peek around their makeshift barrier to view you. For a few moments they simply watch you take swing after swing at the punching bag in front of you, both not wanting to move, afraid this wasn’t real. But suddenly Wanda just can’t hold back her reaction and Natasha finds she's unable to stop the witch.

Wanda runs up and tackles you in a hug, taking you to the ground. You let out a chuckle before removing your headphones, “Baby, we've only been apart for like half an hour.”

She lets out a sob at that, god if only you knew. Two years, that's how long it’s been since she's been able to hold you, to feel you, to hear you. And mind you for one of those years, she was gone for five so she can’t imagine how Nat must feel. She’s been without you for six years.

Finally you look down, “Wan, why are you crying?” too focused on the woman herself to notice her strange outfit

“Because we've missed you so much Y/n.” Nat says as she makes her way over to you

Your head tilts slightly as you take in her appearance. Her odd outfit wasn’t the only thing wrong here. Her hair was different, like vastly and unexplainably different from ten minutes ago. And there was a deep sadness to her eyes, unlike the brightness that you knew to be there.

“You're not Natasha.” you say, but quickly figure out a better way to word it once you see her visabley recoil, “Well, maybe you are. You just aren’t my Natasha, the one I just left in the kitchen. Which also means, you aren’t my Wanda.”

Apparently that wasn’t the right phrasing either though because she lets out another sob and holds you tighter, burying her head deeper in your chest. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t the Wanda you knew, you still hated seeing her so upset so of course you gently rub her back as she cries. You look to the far more composed Natasha for answers, though you can now see tears escaping her eyes as well.

“We are your Natasha and Wanda.” she says with a tremble of her bottom lip.

You nod your head, “Right well, you’ll pardon me for not believing that. I just spent the past few hours with my girlfriends so believe me when I say you might be them, from some other universe or you're very good fakes of some sort. I’m leaning more towards clones than robots though since, you know, tears. Or you’ve got those veil things on your faces that Tasha uses to change her identity. But you aren’t the women I just spent my morning with, you're not the women I know and love.”

She sits on the floor next to you since it was apparent that this Wanda wasn’t going to let you move, though you had been allowed to sit up so long as you brought her with you. She slowly and carefully reaches for your hand and smiles when you allow her to lace her fingers between yours.

“We are your girlfriends kotenok(kitten), you did just spend the morning with us.” you go to argue but she gives you a stern look so you allow her to continue, “We made love with Wanda before we had to leave to get ready for the mission, like always. Then you and I ate breakfast, you made us waffles in the new waffle maker Tony got. Then you came here and I was going to load our stuff onto the quinjet and once Clint and Bucky were ready I said I would come get you.”

You look at her, searching her eyes as she tells you all that you've done this morning. Tells you it like she was there, and you realize it's because she was there. Though for this Nat it's been a few years instead of just this morning ‘We’ve missed you so much Y/n.’ That's what she had said, and coupled with Wandas inconsolable sobbing, you put it all together.

“So you aren’t from some other universe then?” you ask, only slightly teasing

“No. Same universe, just a few years ahead.” she answers

You take a deep breath as you look down at the crying Sokovian on your lap, your hand stops rubbing her back in order to play with her hair. She always liked when you did that, you smile when she leans into your touch. You look back up at the other redhead.

“I die today, don’t I?” you ask, knowing the answer. Why else would they miss you so incredibly that they travel back in time to this very moment.

She breaks down, crying almost as hard as Wanda as she nods her head. She finds the word Yes is much too hard to say in that moment. You release her hand only to pull her into your embrace as well.

You let out a watery chuckle, “Wow, the two of you must really love me to travel back in time to see me.”

Wanda finally looks up at you, “Of course we love you detka(baby), but we didn’t just come to see you. We came to bring you home.”

Nat buries her head in your neck allowing you to feel her tears against your skin, “We love you so much. Please come back with us, please.” she begs

You cup Wandas face and squeeze Nat a little tighter, “I love you both too, but won’t me leaving this time like, I don’t know, mess up something in the timeline or some such nonsense?”

“No, the teams already tried it. They brought me and Tony back.” she states

You try your best to look at her, “Wait, you died?”

“She sacrificed herself for the stupid soul stone.” You give Wanda a look that reminds Nat of Steve when Tony was explaining how to work a cell phone

“I’ll simplify. Thanos came and he took out half the universe, Wanda included, once he was able to get all six stones and put them into his special gauntlet. After five years Tony figured out time travel so we went back to various times to get the stones to undo what he had done, but the soul stone needed a sacrifice and I wasn’t going to just let Clint throw his life away so…”Nat explains

“I imagine he didn’t just let you die. I’m also assuming the plan worked since Wanda is here now.” you say

“Yes Clint tried to be the sacrifice but you know how stubborn Tasha is. Bruce snapped bringing everyone back and Tony eventually realized that the only way to win was for a hero to snap Thanos and his army away, which killed him.” Wanda answers

“Steve, upon seeing how much Pepper, Morgan and Wanda missed us, went to get us when he returned the stones to their proper time.” Nat continues

“I was with you until Morgan.” you say

“Oh, right. Tony and Pepper had a daughter.” the Russian explains

“Now that you know it won’t mess anything up, will you please come back with us?” Wanda asks while Nat looks at you

You smile, “You know I could never say no to my girls.”

Steve must be getting a sixth sense because just then he enters, you look at the man in the same suit as your girls and realize he came for you too “Better get your suit on then.” he says passing you a briefcase after your girlfriends let you stand

You quickly put it on, looking over its various details as you do so. Your girlfriends and Steve watch, wide smiles on their faces.

“Glad you said yes Y/n.” he says, clapping you on the back once your ready

“I couldn’t have said no Cap, they're my girls and they missed me.” you answer before a helmet closes around your head and the others.

Present day, 2023

Theres some lights, an odd sensation and then you're on a platform next to a cabin and a lake with Bucky, Sam and Bruce in his Hulk form looking at you. The two men smile before rushing to you, engulfing you in a hug. You return the gesture before Steve manages to pull them away muttering about not keeping me from the girls.

“Welcome to 2023 Y/n!” Hulk, er actually Bruce you supposed, says with a wave before he focus back on his laptop

“Thanks Bruce. I’m sure I’ll manage to fit in.” you reply, taking your girlfriends hands.

It’s been about a week since your return, or whatever one would call traveling to the future to avoid dying, and every minute since then has been spent with your girls. You had moved into the apartment Natasha and Wanda had got together after they lost you, there was plenty of room for the three of you there and they were so incredibly happy to have you back.

You didn’t mind the constant snuggles, hand holding, kisses or hugs they both subjected you to. And you certainly didn’t mind that they took extra special care of you during sex the past few nights. Your girls seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did.

Wanda had truly enjoyed last night, in fact she enjoyed it so much that she couldn’t help but have the most wonderful dream. Just the three of you living in this cute little house on a few acres of land. You all talked about how much you loved each other, how you wanted to get married and start a family. That had really resonated with the Sokovian because she really did want a family with you and Natasha, and she knew how badly Nat wanted to be a mom.

It was such a good dream that upon waking up, she wished she could go back into it. That is until she absentmindedly put her hand on her stomach, her stomach which was now quite a bit larger than it should be.

“Oh my god!” she exclaims as she jumps out of the bed, causing you and Nat to wake with a start.

You flail around and fall right out of the bed, landing face down on the floor with a thud as your nose connects with the wood. Nat is much more composed and sits up straight, grabbing the gun she kept under the pillow, which she quickly puts away when she notices you fall and Wanda with a hand on her larger than normal belly dart into the bathroom.

Wait, what. Is…is she pregnant? No that's not possible…is it? Even if it was, how is she that far along already? Nats scrambled thoughts are broken when she hears you

“Fuck.” you exclaim as you sit up up your elbows and see the blood dripping to the floor below your face

“You ok down there?” she asks as she leans over to get a look at you

You look up at her and notice her worried expression, “You tell me”

“Oh, kotenok(kitten).” she says as she slides out of the bed to join you on the floor. Her hands gently cup your face as she looks at your nose, “It’s not broken, but you're definitely going to be bruised.”

You groan, “Well, at least it doesn't need realignment.”

“No, but it does need to be cleaned. You've got a gash on the side over here.” she responds

“Well, before we deal with my nose, why don’t you go check on Wan. She's never woken up like that before and I’m worried.” you admit

Nat realized then that you didn’t see what she did, “Yeah, of course. I’ll be right back.” she tells you as she walks over to the bathroom door, knocking, “Wan, it's Tasha. I’m coming in, ok?” she says out loud while her thoughts of Dorogoy(Sweetheart) I saw you, let me in and we can figure this out together ok? Make their way into the Sokovians mind

“Okay.” she replies softly, not trusting her own voice after seeing herself in the bathroom mirror. She had to be at least two if not three months along, which is impossible considering she wasn’t with child at all just last night.

The door opens as Natasha enters, shutting it softly behind her. Her eyes take in the sight in front of her, her girlfriend was definitely and suddenly very pregnant. The Russian would be lying if this didn’t excite her though, she's always wanted to be a mom and to be able to have a family with Wanda and you would be everything she’d ever want in life. She walks over to the other woman, who looks much like a deer caught in the headlights at the moment.

“How?” is all the Russian can manage. Wanda simply shakes her head at this, understanding the mix of confusion and excitement because she feels the same way.

“I don’t know! Unless, oh my god, Tasha. I had a really good dream last night where we had kids and I remember thinking how badly I wanted that, a family with the loves of my life. And when I woke up I was like this.” she says

“You're thinking your magic somehow did this?” Nat asks, which she admits does make sense.

“Do you have some other way to explain this?” she asks resting a hand on her bump

“No” she says as she also places a hand on Wandas belly, a smile growing on her face “I love you.” she says before kissing the other woman

Wandas hands wrap around her neck, keeping her close after they pull apart, “I love you too Tasha.”

She knew the Russian would be happy about this news. Not that she thought you wouldn’t be, but she was worried about what you would think. You've been through a lot recently. You saw future versions of your girlfriends tell you you died, they brought you to 2023 where you were having to adjust to certain changes with people and things, you’d only been here for a week and now this. She worried it was too much too fast, that you'd like the idea of having a family just not right now and she didn’t know what to do if that was the case. She didn’t even know how she managed to do this and she and Nat wanted this so undoing it was out of the question.

“Hey, talk to me. What's wrong?” Nat asks when she notices the tears building in the others eyes

“What if Y/n isn't ready for this yet, what if everything is happening faster than she wants it or what if she doesn't want this at all Tasha?” she says as she starts to cry

She holds her girlfriend tighter, “Shhh, sweet girl. Y/n loves us so much, there's no way she couldn’t want a family with us.”

“That doesn't mean she wants that family right now.” Wanda almost sobs at the thought of you rejecting her current state, rejecting her and then Natasha too.

Nat goes to answer but is cut off by a knock at the door, “I love you both very much but one, I’m starting to worry and two I really need to get cleaned up.” your muffled voice says through the wood of the door

Wanda practically freezes so Nat takes it upon herself, “Doors open Y/n!” she tells you

You open the door and your eyes are immediately drawn to Wanda, more specifically her stomach. Her eyes however are immediately drawn to your nose, partially caked in dried blood while the gash still bleeds. She’s by your side, hand cupping your face before you can even blink.

“I’m so sorry detka(baby). I didn’t mean to make you fall out of the bed and hurt yourself.” she says as she stares into your eyes

If you were being honest you register only half that sentence. And your brain couldn’t be bothered with that half so you end up just nodding at her words as your eyes continue to look at her stomach

“You…you're…” is all you manage to say before hitting the floor with a thud

“Y/n!” both your girlfriends exclaim as they rush to your aid. Wandas fears of you not wanting this and leaving them eat away at her as she cradles her head in her lap. Tears cloud her eyes as she looks at a worried Natasha. The Russian didn’t have those fears at first, but after seeing you faint she worries that maybe this all is too much too quickly for you.

Wanda can feel her anxieties build as you begin to stir in her hold. When your eyes open, your gaze moves to her prominent bump causing you to sit up quickly. Natasha doesn't miss the sadness and concern that flash across the Sokovians eyes as she watches you turn away.

Your gaze turns to the floor in front of you as you anxiously run a hand through your hair, a sigh leaving your lips as you do so. Wandas tear filled eyes meet Natashas, silently begging her to say or ask something to try and figure out your head space since you've apparently shut her out of your head.

“Y/n-” she starts before you cut her off

You shake your head, abruptly standing up, “I, uh..I gotta go…..Bucky- promised Bucky, we’d train then get coffee”

They watch with hurt expressions as you rush to your closet, apparently completely forgetting about your injured and bloody nose as you search for an appropriate outfit. Wanda nearly crumbles as she realizes she was not going to get a happy and excited reaction like Natasha had given, out of you. Nat blinks back tears of her own as she stands and slowly makes her way over to you. You nearly jump out of your skin when she gently touches your shoulder, which only worries her further.

“Kotenok(kitten), please-” she tried but is cut off again

“I really gotta go, Nat.” you state, “Bucky is expecting me.”

The Russian has had enough, “So that's it? You're just not going to acknowledge any of this and rush off?” You go quiet as you slip on your workout clothes, “Answer me damnit!”

You slowly turn to face her, noticing the tears that have begun to fall down her face. You can see Wanda, still sitting where you’d left her in the bathroom doorway, shaking slightly as her hand rests on her bump. She refuses to look up and meet your gaze, scared to potentially see disappointment or regret on your features.

Your gaze slowly drifts back to the woman in front of you, “I’m sorry…I- I can’t do this right now.” You quickly leave the bedroom and head for the apartment's front door. Rushing to your car and off for the compound.

Once the front door closes Wanda breaks down, shaking with sobs as she cradles her stomach. Natasha is quick to rush to her side, engulfing her in her embrace as she allows tears to leave her eyes too.

“T-tasha, tell me w-we didn’t just lose her again” she stutters out, “Tell me I d-didn’t make a horrible m-mistake.”

She shakes her head, “This isn’t a mistake dorogoy(sweetheart), not at all.” she says as her hands caress the other womans stomach. “This is our baby, and our baby could never be a mistake.”

“B-but Y/n-”

“Shh, Y/n loves us. You know she does, so much.” she pauses to brush away Wandas tears

“But she left.”

“I know, I don’t think she meant to. She's just overwhelmed.” she explains, “Though that isn’t an excuse nor does it make it hurt any less.”

As the hours pass by and nighttime settles over them Natasha can’t help but start to second guess her earlier statement. You’d gone the rest of the day without texting or calling either of them and you still haven’t come back home to them. Seeking comfort, Wanda snuggles against Natasha as they lie in bed, but it's not long before both of them jump in excitement when they each hear their phones ding with a message. They each quickly pick it up only to be filled with disappointment.

Trained a bit too hard with Bucky. Won’t be home tonight, too tired to drive.

That was it. No apology, no I miss you or I love you. Hell, not even a goodnight. Wanda quickly sets her phone down on the bedside table before sinking deeper into the bed. She seeks comfort in Nats side, grabbing your pillow and holding it close as she quietly begins to cry once again.

Natasha gets comfortable as well, wrapping her arms around the younger redhead to offer as much comfort as she can. “It’s going to be ok dorogoy(sweetheart). We’re going to be a little family.”

Wanda shakes her head, holding tightly to the hand the older woman rests on the bump, “Won’t be right without Y/n.”

“She’ll be here moya lyubov'(my love)” she tries to reassure despite her own fears, “She’ll come back to us.”

The next mourning starts agonizingly slow without you. Nat stays in bed a few hours longer than she normally would, not wanting to leave Wanda alone with her thoughts and fears. Eventually they make their way to the kitchen, intent on starting the normal routine. Just as Natasha starts making coffee, a jingle of keys grabs her attention.

Not having the spy senses that the Russian does, Wanda still sits sipping on her tea, slightly confused by the sudden cease to the other womans movements. The sound of the front door opening and closing answers any questions she has, and she finds her feet carrying her to you. A quiet ‘oomf’ leaves you as her body collides with yours, her arms wrapping around you tightly. You're quick to return to the embrace, feeling her let out a sigh of relief.

A quiet, “You came back” leaves her which causes your already intense guilt to skyrocket

“Of course I did.” you say as Nat makes her way over to you both, joining in the hug, “I’m so sorry I reacted how I did my loves. I shouldn't have just left like that. It’s no excuse, but just know it only happened because I just panicked.”

“You were feeling overwhelmed?” Natasha asks as she looks at you, glad to have you home

You nod, “So much has happened. I’m getting used to so much change and I just didn’t know how to handle it so I ran. I shouldn't have done that. I should have talked with the two of you. I’m so sorry that I made you think I could ever leave the two of you.”

Your girlfriends smile as your hands caress Wadas bump, “Three of us detka(baby)”

Your smile is bright enough to ease away the remainder of their worries, “I’d never leave the three of you. Not ever, but especially not when we're starting our family.”

At your return and reassuring words the weight of the situation finally hits the Sokovian, “We’re having a baby, we’re really having a baby.”

“We are.” Natasha affirms as happy tears cloud her eyes, “I love you both so much.”

“And I love you both.” you add in

“I love you both too, and you malyutka(little one)”

Natasha hums, adding her hand to the bump, “Especially you.”

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benevolentgodloki · 2 years

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Of all the places to drop back onto the timeline, this had been a dangerous one to pick, but that was entirely the point. The multiverse was unleashed and logically someone who was a danger to a timeline was sure to cause a lot of messy branches and damage. Until he could get his head straight or find Mobius again, Loki wanted something drastic to take his mind off things, something that could make him feel like he had a point. With any luck, he could survive whatever threat he was about to walk in on.

It was not what he expected at all.

The intensity of power he felt on stepping through the time door was incredible. Black stone thrummed with ancient energy that made him think of dark elves. There was a battle going on. He shrouded himself from detection and crept his way down through the old structure until he could glimpse what was going on.

He recognised none of the combatants. A sorceress clad in blood red; an undead sorcerer surrounded by spirits; a monk using eldritch magic; and a girl who seemed unable to defend herself while some power was being drained from her. The fight played on and Loki began to work out more about what this place was and why it was so crucial to stop the witch. If things went south for those trying to stop her, perhaps he would have to intervene. Could he even face someone that powerful?

At last the girl showed her capabilities. The god watched in awe as a hole between realities was punched. He crept as close as he dared, down to the same level where he was just out of sight, witnessing the scene; what it was the woman wanted; as she realised what she had done to try to get it and why she had to be stopped.

The crisis had been averted. There was no reason for him to stay. Still, Loki watched everyone else leave no matter the castle crumbling around them. This place had to be destroyed. But did she have to be?

As the castle collapsed, Loki dived for Wanda. His shroud was discarded in favour of a telekinetic barrier to surround them both, his own body shielding her from any further rubble. Gods, it hurt. Even his power had needed to give way to some of the crushing stone. As soon as it sounded like things had settled, he pulsed another burst of magic outward and hauled her free, coughing at the black dust that covered both of them, his body screaming at him for the bruises and cuts he’d earned for his trouble.

“It’s all right. I’ve got you.”

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#here's the less angsty one ehehe #t: the walls come down #v: the variant #ofcrimsonenchantresses #multiverse of madness spoilers #mom spoilers #spoilers

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metaltoucheed · 5 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ SoulStone! AU ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Everything had faded, blackness engulfing as the world around him went silent. Bucky had never felt so alone, so misplaced until the snap had did exactly what it was intended to do. But why? So many questions were bouncing around, no answers to be found and not another soul in sight. Who else fell to this unfortunate fate? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“James” a soft whisper soon was heard, the brunette looking each and every direction to find this voice, to find who was calling him. Was it a friend or a foe, truthfully he didn’t know and this is what caused him to be more alert. Though soon caught off guard by the flash of orange, Bucky soon found himself laying upon the rocky terrain more confused then ever. Was this inside of the stone, or just a nightmare waiting to happen? “James!” The voice called out once more, louder than before. Slowly pushing himself up off the ground, the brunette was soon met with a familiar face. “Wanda” he sighed in relief. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The expression alone on the woman’s face told a story, pain and anger just waiting to release itself. “There’s the man who caused my car so much anguish!” Sam mentioned obnoxiously loud, causing a grin to form along Bucky’s features and earned the smallest chuckle from Wanda. If they both were here, then they truly had lost. “Does anyone exactly know where we are?” The ex assassin mentioned, brow cocking up as many more familiar faces seemed to come to light. “Inside the stone itself” another voice spoke. “Is that even possible?” - “yes”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Two years had passed and everyone seemed to be growing closer, once strangers becoming friends all accepting the reality that they might just be stuck in here forever. James has come to terms with this, not even bothering to try and comprehend Strange’s ramblings. Honestly he still rarely understood all of this, and just found comfort in being alone. Perhaps this was punishment for all the wrong he had done in the past, all the dirty work he carried out. Or maybe this is the universe’s way of testing him, either way the male was failing miserably. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Four years.. four long years in some magical world destroying stone and Bucky was growing angry, frustrated that nothing had been done to try and reverse this. He grew annoyed with all the sob stories, all the I miss and I should of's. It was growing old and tiresome, and the brunette needed a taste of actual fresh air. “James. You are pasting again, what’s on your mind?” A soft sokovian voice soon broke him from his thoughts, causing a long sigh followed by a head shake. “I’m just tired” was all he answered with, giving the woman a soft smile before walking off into the never-ending realm of complete nothingness. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Five years - it was time. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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mainssouth · 2 years

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The Cloak of Levitation, at first glance looks very nice. Hopefully a subtle hint as to what may be coming? To me, what makes this piece so interesting is the fact that the face sculpt looks almost like an artist rendering of what Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, and Toby Maguire would look like mashed together. His eyes and mouth are both painted equally well, with no sign of splotches or misapplication. The paint detail is applied really well, the hair sculpt has depth, but is painted an even brown color throughout. What I really like about this figure though, is the unmasked head sculpt. The masked head sculpt is really nice and the eyes are very reminiscent of John Romita Jr’s work on the character. His web shooters are a silvery color, but with no added detail to them. I am a big fan of the stylized spider logo on his chest and was very pleased to see that the black paint on it was applied evenly and there were no scuffs or scratches in it.Īll of the black details on the costume are clean and the small silver web cartridges around his belt are also applied very neatly. The weblines on his suit are sculpted in, though nice, would have benefitted from being filled in with a line of black paint. The only problem is that the dirt and wear are all on the front of the suit, while his back side is clean. The costume has areas of dirt and wear, giving the appearance that it hasn’t been washed in a while and that Spidey has likely been living in the suit since the outbreak. I am really a fan of how they tweaked the Homecoming Stark suit for this program and the design on the figure looks exceptional. With that being said, let’s discuss how he looks. Review: Marvel Legends What If…? Wave Zombie Hunter Spidey 6 Inch Action Figure Sorry Spidey, no Accessory A for you today. The potential is there, for this to be a great figure, but the execution in accessorizing is a bit lacking. While the two head sculpts are very nice and the cloak is adequate, I guess maybe I’d have liked to have seen at least one webline to go with the figure.Īlso, a set of wall crawling hands would have been a good addition. I like the cloak and I like the fact that it sits on his shoulders and doesn’t port into his back, however, though the bottom is fairly pliable, the top is molded to sit squarely on the shoulders, which limits articulation.ĭoes the number of accessories give him enough credit to earn the first A? Zombie Hunter Spidey comes with a masked and unmasked head sculpt, two pairs of hands, one fisted, one thwipping, and Dr. The real question is… how does he stack up with our Triple A: Accessories, Appearance, and Articulation? Let’s dive in and find out. I really dig the modified look of Peter’s MCU costume, coupled with the animated look to his facial features. Marvel Legends What If…? Zombie Hunter Spidey is a very sharp figure. Unfortunately for them, they arrive to find a destroyed country and a zombified Thanos in possession of almost all the Infinity Stones…. The group also finds T’Challa, the Black Panther, sedated and being used as a food source for Wanda.Īfter realizing what he’s done, Vision sacrifices himself by pulling the mind stone from his body.ĭuring the battle, Bucky and Okoye are killed and Banner reverts to the Hulk to stay behind and fight Maximoff, while the remaining survivors escape, with the Mind Stone, to Wakanda. Instead, they find The Vision who has secretly been luring remaining humans as food for his beloved Wanda Maximoff, herself a victim of the virus. Spidey, Bruce Banner, Ant-Man’s head, Hope Van Dyne, Bucky Barnes, Sharon Carter, Okoye, and Happy Hogan are left with the hope of finding a cure.Īfter losing Carter and Hogan to attacks from zombified Captain America, Falcon, and Hawkeye, with Hope becoming infected, the remaining members are lured escape and continue on, thinking they’ve found a cure. (Very shocked to find them, really or any of the other Legends I found, as they tend to get picked cleaner than bones from a piranha’s meal.įor those of you who haven’t seen the episode, in a nutshell, the Avengers are turned into zombies and pretty much turn nearly the rest of the planet. I happened across this figure and a few others from the wave at my local box store that rhymes with Tall-Cart. I had planned to pre-order the entire wave, but as is oft the case, bills and other pre-orders took precedence. These figures were planned long ago, to coincide as they were released prior to the end of the first season.

#Zombie hunter spidey series#

I confess, I absolutely, thoroughly enjoyed the What If…? Series and cannot wait for season 2.

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A scared baby witch, a semi-stable 106-year-old man and a would-be king. What do they have in common? Emotional Trauma.

A Wanda, Loki and Bucky band AU

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety, smidge of angst, mentions of violence

Word count: 7.8k (i went overboard. clearly.)

A/N: as well all know, i am a humanities student writing science geeks. if any of this sounds unrealistic or nonsensical, it’s because it is and i am honestly too exhausted to research data privacy and AI so here’s my take on how STEM should work i.e. the power of friendship <3 major shoutout to @iamlittlesparkler for the idea for this chapter!

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

“As you know, we have a busy week ahead of us.”

Coffees line the conference room table, pens click against the stacks of paper that settle in front of various agents and the smell of deodorant mixed with post-training sweat lingers at the back of the room like a disgusting witch concoction.

“The annual parade is coming up and since there are a few security threats, SHIELD has been asked to step in. Therefore, all of you will be working security this week, possibly even at the parade.” Murmurs broke out in the room the minute this was said; mostly from first year field agents who were way too excited to have earpieces and fingerless gloves.

Bucky, on the other hand, doesn’t think much of it. They’ve dealt with threats before, most were declared empty the minute it got out that SHIELD or the Avengers were involved. It’s the 12th one that year.

“That’s only if we don’t catch it first,” Steve continued. “Our first priority is precaution. The tech and analytics teams are working on it. However, if you see anything suspicious, bring it up with Director Fury. He’s going to be around to make sure we’re not overlooking anything. Do you have any questions?”

More whispers erupted at the mention of Fury’s name. Wait till they realise he lives up to his name when they accidentally manage to set him off just by existing incorrectly.

Bucky smirks at the thought.

“You can leave then.” Steve straightens up as chairs shuffle against the carpeted floor, over twenty people leaving the room.

“And remember, if you see an eagle today, be sure to stand there and thank it on behalf of Steve for its service. Freedom! Liberty! And whatever else,” Tony calls out from the corner of the room, earning a sigh from the captain. Others only snicker as they close the door behind them.

“Thanks.” Steve stares at him stone faced, bemused at the symbolism that had been bestowed upon him.

“Gotta keep the patriotism high.” The only ones that remain are the official team. Bucky thinks that he should have left with the other agents but apparently, it was rude and not a good show of team spirit.

“How serious is this threat anyway?” Clint has his head face down on the table, hand holding his to-go coffee cup so it doesn’t fall over.

“We’re not sure.” Steve finally takes a seat on the chair in front of him. “It’s the biggest event we’ve had this year, wouldn’t put it past them.”

“If it’s those Welsh kids again, I’m gonna punch a hole through their house this time,” Clint warns, voice muffled through the furniture.

“It’s not them, we checked.” Nat had her leg up on the armrest of Clint’s chair. “Tech team’s been working overtime to figure it out.”

“You have anything that could help?” Sam sends a nod towards Tony.

“I got a few things but it’d take a while to put it together.”

“Didn’t you learn quantum physics in a night?” Wanda’s picking apart a cookie into pieces, chewing slowly.

“Thermodynamic astrophysics,” he corrects her. “Quantum science took lesser.”

Bucky scoffs slightly at the brag, eyes still trained on the table in front of him. Maybe if he made no noise, they would forget he’s here.

“Yeah, so this should be a piece’a cake.”

“If your cake was somehow made out of a highly specified tracker that somehow doesn’t violate the data privacy of the entire world while analysing millions of terabytes worth of information, then yeah. A piece of it.”

“What he means to say-” Bruce interjects, “-is that we’re trying. It’s just taking longer than usual.”

“Well, the parade’s this Sunday. Think it’ll be done by then?”

“Hey FRIDAY,” Tony crosses his arm over his chest. “How many hours have I slept this week?”

“Three and a half, boss.”

“How much more will I be getting?”

“From previous experience, about six.”

“Yeah, we can get it done.” Tony looks back at Steve.

“Ask someone on the tech team to help you out.” Everyone was well aware of Tony’s bad coping mechanisms and how futile it was to get him to change his mind about it, but they still tried.

“They’re too busy.” Bruce pressed his lips into a straight line.

Bucky tunes out at this point. If he could help, he would have reluctantly chimed in by now, but he couldn’t.

“So what now?” Sam rips Clint’s doughnut into two, keeping one half for himself while leaving the other to the latter who still hadn’t lifted his head up from the table.

“I actually asked Fury if I could call in an external to come help,” Tony pipes up.

“And he agreed?” Nat raised an eyebrow.

“After he realised I wasn’t going to leave his office until he said yes.” He pulled out his phone, rapidly typing out a message before hitting send. “It didn’t take too long.”

“Do we know this person?” Steve asks a little suspiciously.

“Well-” Bruce sneaks a glance at the broody man on the chair, “-kinda.”

Everyone can tell Bucky isn’t paying attention by the way he’s glaring holes into the plant. He doesn’t mean to, it just so happens that it looks like he wants to kill it. Nobody tends to bother him during meetings, knowing well and fully that he did not care.

“You’re about to.” Tony jumps up, making his way to the door to pull it open.

Bucky perks up. An open door means they can leave, right? He can go watch The Bachelor? He’s not sure what everyone was talking about, but if the meeting was over he could go ask Wanda who was always kind enough to help.

“Our newest recruit,” the billionaire announces, quickly adding the next part, “on a trial basis.”

Bucky looks at the door.

His jaw drops open.

“No,” he says loudly, posture immediately stiff as a plank.

“Hello to you too, Barnes.” You roll your eyes before sending a small wave to everyone else. “Hey everyone.”

“What are you doing here?” He looks like he’s seething.

“Don’t tell me you forgot about our date.” You cross your arms over your chest in defiance. “You told me 3 o’clock, you player.”

“What is she doing here?” He whips to Steve for an answer.

“Hey Y/N,” Sam greets with a smile on his face before Steve can reply.

“Sam Wilson, good to see you again.” You grin.

“Right back at ya, sugar.”

Wanda looks amused, Clint finally lifts his head off the table at the mention of your name while Nat takes her feet off his armrest, and Steve’s body relaxes when he realises what’s going on.

“Okay.” Tony claps his hand. Bucky shoots daggers at him. “As you all know, this is Y/N. She’s going to working with us this week.”

“This is ridi- how did you even find out about her?”

“Aside from the fact that she’s all you talk about?” Clint snorts. Bucky shifts his glare to him. It was bullshit and an exaggeration and Clint was going to get a shoe up his ass very soon.

Your grin only grows bigger.

“We saw one of the repulsors she made some time ago,” Bruce answers his question like the sane person that he is. “Tony’s had her in mind for a while.”

“Repulsors? How on ear-” Bucky connects two and two together before turning to Sam. “You. You got her this job.”

“Sam’s my best wingman.” You send him a small heart made from your hands. Whether the pun was intentional or not, no one would know.

“Don’t look at me, I had nothing to do with this idea.” Sam raised his hands to brush off the blame.

“You’re a villain,” he points out loudly.

“I’m a saint.” You raise your hand to your heart in mock offence. “I have done nothing wrong in my life, ever.”

“Listen, Robocop,” Tony interrupts your conversation, bringing the attention back to him, “I cleared it with Fury. He’s the boss here.”

“Fury doesn’t know-”

“What don’t I know?” The atmosphere of the room changes the minute he saunters in.

With an eyepatch on his face, gaze sharp and a long black coat, Nick Fury puts Bucky’s dark outfits to shame. Not like he was competing.

Bucky doesn’t continue his sentence. Nick’s imposing presence loomed at the doorway, putting a stop to the ridiculous arguments that were beginning to boil. Instead, he looks at you, only to find your attention trained on the man of the hour.

“Nicholas,” you half cheer from where you had shifted to in the middle of all the commotion.

Nicholas?

No one had ever called him Nicholas.

“Y/L/N,” Nick addresses in return. “Been a while.”

“You haven’t come to the lair in months, Nick.” You pout at him. “I even sent you an invite.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows. Since when are you on such good terms with Fury? Since when was anyone on good terms with Fury?

“It must have gotten lost in the mail,” he fires back, “Or maybe it’s because I just happen to be the busiest man in the damn country. Take your pick.”

You roll your eyes, muttering something under your breath, but the good natured smile on your face shows that you didn’t take any of his passive- or straight up- aggressiveness to heart.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was interrupting your little tea time.” He looks around the rest of the room with an edge in his voice. “Don’t you all have work to do?”

“We do,” Tony interrupts, holding up his hand before pointing to Bruce and you. “Everyone else just sorta sits around and looks pretty.”

“I’m gonna go talk to the organisers, see what spots are most vulnerable.” Steve stands up. “You coming?”

“Yep,” Sam responds, flicking Clint’s shoulder to drag him along. “Come on, man. When was the last time you took a shower?”

“I’ll go see what the kids are up to in training. They’re probably flying off the handle right now.” Natasha brushes off crumbs from her lap. “Barnes, you in?”

Bucky silently shakes his head, eyes focused on you as you introduce yourself to every Avenger who walks out of the room, sharing a small fist bump with Sam.

“I’ll do it,” Wanda volunteers instead, finally leaving behind only the Science Bros, you and Bucky in the room with Fury.

“I’ll give you a tour of the lab.” Tony beckons and you nod, following him. “New eyepatch, Fury? Prada, I assume?”

“Stark,” Nick says curtly.

Bucky stares after you, arms still folded across his chest.

“Any problem, Sergeant?”

Other than the fact that his arch nemesis was now working with his friends, no, not really. But that did seem like a pretty big one.

“No,” Bucky mumbles instead, getting up from his place finally.

Apparently, no one else was worried about the possibly lethal combination of you and Stark, even with Banner there to dilute it.

Fine.

Guess he just has to observe you the whole week.

Well, half a week. It was Wednesday.

He observes inconspicuously over the rim of his coffee cup. He has a newspaper spread in front of him at Bruce’s table.

It’s not suspicious. He’s been there multiple times to sit in silence with the scientist who occasionally tinkers with something while engaging Bucky in tidbits of conversation. He finds it calming, refreshing even

Today he has an agenda. Everyone knows about it too.

“You know he’s staring at you, right?” Bruce looks up briefly from the giant blueprint laid in front of the group.

Tony had been dragged away to get a proper meal into him after he stayed up for 36 hours straight with caffeine keeping his system running.

“He has a tendency to do that.” You’re looking over the plan the three of you had come up with the day before. There were certain changes to be made in terms of efficiency. “Turns out if you annoy him, he stares harder.”

“We’ve heard about the inventions. Inators, he calls them?”

“Yeah,” you point out something on the sheet, drawing a circle around it to come back to later, “only good things I hope?”

“He doesn’t really talk much.” Bruce writes down a small comment against your arrow mark. “But if he hated them, he’d have a lot to say. So I’d take it as a compliment.”

“Would it annoy him if I did?”

“Probably.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment, then. Pass me the ruler?” You draw a line connecting two pieces.

Bucky’s ability to lip read is excellent but he refuses to do it, for privacy purposes. He knew that SHIELD had pulled some strings and had another teacher substituting for your classes the whole week since your other option was to come only after school hours. Anything else about this plan was murky.

“You gonna sit there all day?” Tony looks over his shoulder, following his line of sight.

“I’ve done it before.” He continues to look over the newspaper at you with your finger extended at something on the blueprint as you explained something to Bruce.

“You look like- how do I say this nicely.” He wasn’t going to. “A fuckin’ stalker.”

“I’m supposed to stop her from doing anything evil.”

“Sure.” Tony snorts. “That’s what this is. Should I get you a fedora and sunglasses while we’re at it?”

Of course Stark wouldn’t care; he brought you into this project. It was pretty much impossible to get him to agree with Bucky.

Bucky just narrows his eyes and continues his observation.

The menu of the cafeteria keeps changing. They like to keep things interesting.

Every time they do, Bucky spends too long staring at the menu, trying to figure out what exactly is familiar enough to order. Vietnamese week had him eating pho the entire duration it stayed.

“You plannin’ on eating anytime this century, sarge?” He recognises your voice immediately.

He knows what time your break is and he knows that you generally eat lunch in the cafeteria with the science team. Generally, the three of you pour over solutions and debate points all through the meal, and he spends the time getting acquainted with his new, lowkey Instagram account.

He blocks the Bucky Barnes hashtag the minute he gets an account again. God save his eyes from people asking him to break their back like a glow-stick. However, one afternoon of accidentally watching three cat videos has led to his entire explore page being taken over by them and he’s been trying for three days to get it to stop.

“Just trying to-” he tilts his head. “-understand what I’m reading.”

“Not a big fan of Greek food?” You join him in looking at the menu.

“Never really had the chance to try.” Tony and Bruce don’t seem to be in the room, probably pushing aside their meal to work on it as they’ve often done.

“Ah.” You already had your order in mind but you wait there.

Two minutes later he’s still staring at the menu. He can feel your presence next to him, unmoving. It unnerves him.

“Why are you still standing here?” He cranes his neck to look at you.

“I’m just seeing how long it takes for you to order.” You shrug. “So far it’s been five minutes and forty six seconds. Forty eight now.”

“Go away.” The concept of someone standing beside him, waiting for him to do something reminded him far too much of him trying to bag his stuff at the grocery counter rapidly while other customers waited to pay.

“Six minutes and thirty seconds. This is just sad now.”

“Your face is sad.” It was pathetic that he had now resorted to this.

It earned a laugh from you.

As entertaining as it was to be able to get on his nerves by just standing silently next to him, you finally ask, “Do you want a recommendation?”

He eyes you wearily. “You gonna give me food poisoning?”

“Not today, no.” You shake your head slightly. “Maybe tomorrow.”

He stares a little longer. You remain unshaken in your offer.

“Fine.” He sighs, stepping aside.

You tell him that since it’s his first time, you’d get him something basic. He thought it made sense.

He argued with you when you ended up paying for the both of you, only shutting up when you told him he’s holding up the line and that he could pay you back later. It doesn’t stop his incessant mumble complaining.

He ends up with gyros at his table and you sitting opposite him with your meal. He asks where the Science Bros are. You tell him it’s Science Hoes now, as christened by Tony, and that they’re in the lab.

“So?” You look at him eagerly.

“What?”

“How is it?” you urge, nodding at him.

He takes a cautious bite, really taking his time with it to annoy your impatient ass.

“Well?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“It’s-” he pauses, looking down at his food. “-good.”

“Aha.” You lean back victoriously. “Knew it.”

He likes it. He also knows that this is probably going to be the only thing he orders for the next week unless you had planned otherwise.

“You’re not eating?” He gestures to your untouched tray.

“Taking it up to the lab. Got a few things to work on and we’re already behind.” You gather up your stuff and get up.

“Uh-” he pauses from practically inhaling the entire thing. He was already halfway done with it. “-thanks.”

“No problem. You wink at him. “Try figuring out what’s wrong with it.”

You turn on your heel to leave, taking your order with you. He can see your shoulders bobbing with silent laughter.

He stares down at his plate, swallowing slowly.

He pokes at it with a fork, lifting up the leftovers to check if there’s anything underneath. Nothing.

He checks to see if his limbs are still intact or his face was a different colour. Nope.

His stomach twists in worry about what’s going to happen. He still has a bit left but he pushes the tray aside.

The rest of the day he spends supervising you has you occasionally catching his eye, only to laugh. It only freaks him out more.

It takes eight hours of waiting and self induced tests later to realise there was nothing wrong with it. You were just playing with him.

He’s surprised to find you in the rec room when he strolls in with Sam, given that you haven’t taken a break all day.

You don’t share the same surprise... almost like you expected him.

“How long have you been waiting for me?” he immediately asks.

"I wasn’t here for you.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Heard that Wilson was makin’ an appearance here soon so I stopped by to get a good look at him."

"Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Sam laughs, inserting a dollar into the machine and punching in the code for what he wanted.

"Gladly. Strike a pose, would you?" You grin, raising your phone.

“Maybe when I’m not covered in sweat.” Sam counter offers and you accept with a thumbs up.

“You going to the parade, Sam?” You toy with the can in your hands.

“I’ll be working security, so probably.”

“Sarge?” You take a swig of your drink.

“Huh?” He snaps back into the conversation, putting a stop to the mental list of reasons he was making of why you could be here at the same time as him. He knew your schedule, it wouldn’t be very hard for you to figure out his.

“You coming to the parade on Sunday?” you ask again.

“I guess.”

You wince.

“What?” he asks instantly, curiosity making him a lot sloppier than usual.

“It’s just- you wear so much black.” You gesture to his current getup to prove your point. ”I feel like all the bright colours would vaporise you if you looked at them.”

He doesn’t look amused.

“You know, like Prince Philip.”

“I think I’ll be fine.” He gives you a sarcastic smile.

“You comin’ Buck?” Sam laughs, unwrapping the bar he bought from the machine.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” Bucky says offhandedly, still glaring at you innocently drinking your soda.

Sam chews absentmindedly on his protein bar as he walks out, amused at the situation Bucky pulled himself into.

“What’d you do?” Bucky asks, studying your body language.

“I bought a soda.” You lift the can to prove your point. “And now I’m drinking it.”

“Why are you waiting for me?”

“I thought I’d return the favour,” you point out. “I’m supervising you.”

“Don’t.” He walks to the vending machine, pulling out his wallet for some loose change. There was a Snickers bar he had been craving since morning that he bought every alternate day. Small joys.

“Why? I have the time.” You take a sip, setting it down with a clang.

“You’re only here for this week.” Bucky counted the coins he had. He’d use a dollar but he was trying to get rid of the jingling in his pocket that made him sound like a fucking clown when he walked.

“Actually,” you begin innocuously, “Tony offered me a full-time position.”

Bucky’s movements stop, hunched over the money in his palm.

“What?”

“Yeah.” You nod seriously. “A full nine-to-five as a researcher here.”

“And you’re taking it.” He shakes himself out of the minor shock to assess the damage.

“I don’t know. I got a lot of things to consider.” The chair scrapes against the tiled floor as you stand up. “But maybe you should get used to seeing me a lot more around here.”

He punches in the code for his Snickers. The row whirs forward slowly.

“See you at the lab.” He hears you discard the empty can in the trash before exiting.

He waits patiently for his bar to drop while his mind internally screams about the consequences of having you work here. You wouldn’t be evil anymore. Unless you were here to steal secrets from the Tower. On the pro side, his weekend would be free again. On the con side, his weekend would be free again.

His bar stops right at the edge of the row. He waits for it to fall over. It doesn’t.

He shakes the machine, suppressing the primal urge to beat the shit out of it when the damn bar refuses to fall.

He punches in a few random buttons hoping that at least it would give his money back.

The little monitor instead flashes a new message across the screen.

‘Have a good day, sarge <3’

Motherfucker.

Captain America looks less daunting up close, you realise. But he is still a very large man with very large shoulders. You know at least four people who would like to scale him like a tree, not that you’d ever tell him.

“Hey, Y/N.” He sends you a small smile when you walk into the room for a mid-week update. A clipboard in your hand, report attached and a few stationery items in case some points needed to be noted done, you look professional and ready.

“Afternoon, Captain.” Tony saves a seat for you and Bruce beside him since you’re on the same project. You almost miss the fact that Bucky isn’t in the room.

He walks in a few minutes late; tall, dark and brooding, immediately bringing the excitement in the room down by 40% by just existing.

Bucky surveys the room before catching your eye. He picks up his chair with ease and drags it over to where you are, sitting right beside you, ignoring the small cry of protest from an agent whose view he now obstructed. Everyone else just silently shifted over.

“Clingy much?” you whisper at him, eyes still trained on Steve who had waited till everyone was seated to continue.

“I’m supposed t’be keeping an eye on you,” he rebuffs in a hush.

“Well, you’re late. What if I went rogue, huh?”

“Therapy ran overtime,” he mumbles.

“Oh.” You blink. “How was it?”

“Same old.”

“You good?”

He refrains from answering when Steve starts addressing the room but yes, he was fine. He sends you a nod to confirm.

“This is just a usual checking in. We’ve received all your reports, but just to keep everyone on the same page-”

Bucky logs out mentally. He knows what his job is, he’ll probably lead a division of the security team or join the mission to neutralise the threat in case they find it first. Either way, he’ll figure it out without having to listen to an intern nervously stammer their way through their team’s report.

On the other hand, you’re not listening either. You were until you saw Bucky’s eyes glaze over while glowering at the window, assuming that he had stopped paying attention when his gaze doesn’t shift.

You should be listening. You’re new here and you should know what’s going on because any bits of detail are crucial to the working of your system.

Instead, you rip out a sticky note and discreetly place it on the back of Bucky’s metal arm. He doesn’t notice.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling. More post-its from your pile of stationery make their way onto the vibranium, shades of pink, purple, green and yellow decorating his arm like a bulletin board.

You’re about to contemplate sticking one on his shoulder blade when he whips around to look at you. You freeze, hand in the air with a sticky note. He looks down at his arm, a scoff escaping him in disbelief.

“Are you serious?” He twists his arm to check the extent of how far you’ve gone. “What are you, six?”

“How’d it take you so long to notice?” You watch as he tugs them off one by one, counting to see how many you had managed to get on there.

“It’s impossible not to zone out in these shitty meetings,” he mumbles, pulling off the last one, crumpling all of them into a ball to throw at you. You skilfully avoid them.

“Don’t you feel pressure or heat or anything here?” You poke at his metal arm.

“No.” He clenches and releases the fist. “It can block bullets though.”

You snort. “Bet that’s a popular line in bed.”

He rolls his eyes. “I mean, it helps that I can’t feel anything. Sometimes,” he adds the last part as an afterthought.

“Like when you’re blocking bullets.”

“Especially then.” He nods.

“Would you ever want to?” you ask casually. “Like if you got the choice, would you prefer having feeling in that arm?”

“I don’t know.” He’s thought about it, but it doesn’t seem feasible in his line of work. He’d like it, though, to feel sand slipping through his fingers and the comforter under his palm. “Maybe when I’m retired.”

“Aren’t you well past that age?”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes. “And pay attention. You’re next.”

“So you are listening.” True to his word, Steve asks about what’s going on with your team. “Traitor.”

Tony shoots off about how you only had to test it out on a small batch first to see if you could acquire the targeted data without compromising anything else. You chime in about a few specifics, and Bruce more or less just confirms what you both are saying, only stopping to let them know that you’d be finished in a day or two.

Steve nods, moving on to the next committee.

“Did I get a good grade?” you whisper when you lean back again.

“B minus at best.”

“Fuck you, dude. I was great,” you protested. “It’s definitely worth a gold sticker.”

Someone shushes you sharply. You apologise quietly, whacking Bucky’s metal arm when you see a dumb smirk on his face.

He narrows his eyes at you.

You try sticking another post-it on him.

You’re only here for a week. That’s what he’s been told. Over six times, actually, after which he’s been told to go away the next time he asked.

No one’s brought up the job offer so he asks Tony if it was true and all he gets is a dismissive ‘yeah, whatever’. Besides, you haven’t told him if you accepted or denied it yet so isn’t sure if this entire thing is set in stone, per se.

So then why do you have a giant box of your belongings that you’re lugging around the lab, looking to set down?

And why does Tony allow you a table right in the centre of the lab for everyone to see as soon as they walk in?

There are a gazillion trinkets, picture frames and obnoxiously bright stationery that stands out against the dull minimalism of the lab.

“Every single one of these is a fire hazard,” he reports, standing over your desk.

You give him a side glance before reaching over to the side of your desk, pulling up a fire extinguisher and setting it on the table in front of him. “I came prepared, bitch boy.”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response. He chooses to look at what exactly you’ve brought with you because it’s a lot.

There are small cards with ‘thank you!’ sprawled on them in uneven lettering, bits and pieces of paper with small cartoons on them, little clay models and other miniature trophies with ‘you’re the best!’ under it.

“Your students gave you these?” He can’t remember the last time he gave his teacher anything other than a headache.

“Sometimes they learn or communicate better when they have something to keep their hands busy.” There’s a certain fondness in your voice that he isn’t used to hearing. “I end up with a lot of doodles and craft.”

“’s nice of them.” He can tell that this means a lot to you. He hasn’t seen it before.

He thinks the little decorations are adorable and maybe he’d keep another fire extinguisher on hand, just in case.

Until you start pulling out a set of framed photos and his smile drops.

Several collages of Bucky in flower crowns, him with terribly edited backgrounds of beaches and mountains, a photo of him laughing with ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ next to it in an italicised font.

“What the fuck,” he states, grabbing one of them.

You stifle a laugh, pulling out several more to place along your table.

“Where did you fucking get these?” He starts pulling them off the table one by one.

“I don’t think you know how much the internet is obsessed with you.” You set an especially large one of him in a Hello Kitty bowtie right in the centre. He doesn’t miss the star shaped frame you chose for this.

“What is wrong with you?” He swipes that up immediately, looking for a place to discard, possibly burn these pictures. “Why do you even have these?”

“It’s imperative that people know we’re friends.” You bite your lip, bringing out the last thing to annoy him.

“What is that?” A teddy bear with a blue jacket and a grey felt arm stared into his soul.

“A Bucky bear.” Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh. “Limited edition.”

He snatches it along with the fifteen other picture frames, thinly veiled distress and mostly disgust on his face.

“I hate you.”

“But I love you.” You lift the small heart shaped locket you hung on one of the pictures of your class.

You use both your hands to click it open for him, watching his face morph into one of disbelief.

Bucky my beloved, it read on the right with a small picture of him on the left looking intensely disgruntled. He doesn’t bother asking where you found that specific picture of him outside a Burger King at 3am.

He doesn’t even make an effort to take it away this time. He knows that you’ll simply bring up more and more until you drove him crazy.

“You still have to see the Avengers calendar.” You reach for the inside. “I changed all the pictures to you, it looks great-”

He turns around and leaves before you get a chance to flip open the pages.

He wanders around, looking for the best disposal area he can find. He knows there’s a giant fireplace in the common room in the Tower, and for that, he’d have to go up a couple of floors.

He steps into the elevator, chin pressing down on the several picture frames in his hands to prevent them from falling over.

No one sees him carrying a couple of fan edited pictures and merchandise of him. Which was good.

Unfortunately, the doors ding open on the next floor and his best friend steps on with possibly the worst timing ever.

“Buck?” Steve sounds confused. He should be, considering the sight.

Bucky shimmies slightly to get a better grip on his belongings. “Steven.”

Steve glances at what he’s holding.

“Is this,” Steve pauses, trying to frame his words correctly to sound as supportive as possible, “a therapy thing?”

“No.”

Steve waits for a further explanation.

“It’s Y/N’s,” he elucidates. Steve’s eyebrows furrow.

“Why are there so many pictures of you?” He looks at the content in his hands a little closer. “And a bear.”

“She’s evil. And I hate her.”

“Alright.” It doesn’t answer his question but his friend looks irked enough.

The elevator dings to the common room floor.

Bucky turns on his heel to head toward the place to set all the pictures on fire. He saves the picture frames to give back to you though, he’s sure those cost money. But he makes sure every last square inch of the picture with several hearts around his portrait burns to ash.

Bucky knows that by the time Saturday afternoon rolls around, the three of you would have been working for thirty hours straight, scrambling to get the last minute details done.

You’re still at it but he can tell through the adrenaline of the upcoming deadline that you’re exhausted.

Now he’s grouchy but he’s not an asshole. He’s already done two coffee runs for the team and brought you food when you didn’t show up for lunch. He mumbles something and dismisses it when you call out a ‘thank you’ his way. He considers it a debt repaid for the gyros.

He’s still keeping an eye on you but along with an emergency box of doughnuts for any sugar rushes that may be needed and bottles of water that he occasionally leaves at the corner of the table for you three to subconsciously keep yourself hydrated.

“Are you sure we checked it?”

“Yes.” Bruce nods.

“Double checked it?”

“Yes.”

“Triple checked it.”

“Yes.”

You look satisfied enough to move on to the next item. “Pass me the welding torch for a second.”

Bucky has a book in front of him that he hasn’t moved beyond the second page of. He’s more interested in seeing who collapses from burnout first. He has the infirmary on speed dial.

After another hour or so Tony holds up a silver tablet, roughly the same size as a smartphone, examining it from all sides.

“That’s it,” he states. “The final product.”

You exhale lightly.

“We should name it.” You have your hands on your hips, looking down at it in wonder. Maybe the zero hours of sleep was finally kicking in because you couldn’t believe you were finally done.

“You got any suggestions?” Tony asks.

To be frank, no, you didn’t.

“No.”

“Okay, we’ll do that later.” Tony sets it down, not sounding too disappointed. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell the team to get down here, please.”

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky jumps off his chair to join you in the lab, leaving the book behind.

It only takes a few moments for the others to join. Fury and Steve walk in together, already engaged in conversation.

“Greetings.” You clap your hands together. “We did it. We think.”

“We think?” Nick raises an eyebrow.

“We know,” Bruce clarifies quickly, stepping in. “We’re positive it works. We tested it out.”

Tony pulls up the holograph of F.R.I.D.AY’s system, sliding the tablet to the middle of the table.

“Is it secured under FRIDAY’s core?”

“Locked and loaded.” Tony hits the table lightly to signify that it was safe.

“I think we’re ready,” Bruce confirms.

“We better be, or else half the country is suddenly going to lose their internet connection,” you say under your breath.

“What?” Bucky’s eyebrows knit together.

“Nothing,” you beamed, “Okay F.R.I.D.A.Y., run sequence, global parameter.”

“Running sequence,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. parrots.

There was no going back now.

From what Bucky can see, Tony looks fairly confident but you have your bottom lip caged between your teeth, chewing on it nervously.

There are several hundreds of photographs popping up and disappearing within a minute. Everything looks like it’s going according to plan.

The giant holograph of the AI dims. Your face drops when F.R.I.D.A.Y. seems to sputter to a halt.

No one breathes.

In the midst of the tension, Clint mutters if they should play some background music. It’s followed by a swift ‘ow’ when Natasha flicks him in the shoulder.

You could hear a pin drop.

It suddenly picks back up again, running faster than the last time and the sigh everyone collectively heaves is almost comical.

It runs for a few seconds more before a list of names suddenly pop up accompanied by a series of photographs and geo locations.

“Sequence complete. Six names detected, zero encroachment on public or private databases,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. broadcasted. “Location determined to be Holland. Exact coordinates are computed into the quinjet.”

You let out a small cheer, looping your arm around Bruce, squeezing him in a half hug. He has a smile on his face, dropping his head as he laughs slightly.

“How dangerous are they?” Tony, however, continues to ask.

“A few prior convictions and a series of similar threats. Danger level determined to be at approximately five out of ten.”

“That’s not bad,” Steve commented. “Looks like we don’t need the full team there.”

“Romanoff, Barton, Wilson, Rogers can go ahead and take care of that,” Nick finally spoke up. “Everyone else is working security tomorrow, just in case anyone else decides that terrorism is on their fuckin’ to-do list for the day.”

“Buck, assemble a team and go over strategy for tomorrow,” Steve adds on. “Everyone else go suit up, wheels up in thirty minutes.”

“Fuckin’ Holland,” Sam scoffs, shaking his head. “Of all the places.”

“What do you have against Holland?” Nat asks as they leave together.

“Just don’t like ‘em.” Their voices grow faint the further they get.

“Hey.” A small greeting from behind you has you turning around.

Wanda stands in front of you and you have to ignore the fact that the most powerful being on Earth is talking to you.

“Hey,” you say back.

“I just wanted to say congratulations. You did a great job.” Bits and pieces of her accent poked out. She didn’t seem like she was putting in the effort to cover it up as opposed to the press interviews you had heard a few years ago.

“Thank you.” You smile. “T’was a team effort.”

“Well, we owe you one anyway,” Steve joins the conversation, leaving aside Tony who was still talking to Bruce.

“I wish I was humble enough to turn it down but I’m not.” You laugh. “It’s nice to have an arsenal of superheroes at my disposal.”

Steve looks like he’s going to respond but his attention is drawn towards F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s announcement that the quinjet was ready to go. He shoots you an apologetic look but you sign for him to go on, you’d meet with him later.

You watch as he claps Tony on the back, telling him to go get some sleep and something with more nutritional value than a pizza pocket in him, nodding at Bruce before taking leave.

“Y/L/N,” Nick stands beside you, looking ahead at the conversations being had as Steve tugs Clint along with him.

“Nicky,” you tease.

“I know at least seven underground prisons I can put you in if anyone hears you calling me that,” he says stoically.

“We all know you won’t get rid of me.” You shake your head. “Who’s gonna send you a Christmas card then, huh?”

He simply shakes his head, jutting his hand out and offering a handshake. “Not sure anyone here could handle another day of a highly caffeinated, sleep-deprived Stark.”

“Just say ‘thanks’, Nick, geez.” You roll your eyes.

Bucky watches the entire interaction unfurl; only the body language, not employing the lip-reading ability.

“You’re welcome.” You let go of his hand, a devilish look on your face. “You know what I want in return.”

Nick gives you a long, hard stare that could probably melt through Steve’s shield before turning around to leave.

But Bucky doesn’t miss the subtle high-five he gives you while walking out, unbeknownst to anyone else, bringing the biggest grin to your face.

He makes it a point to ask you what the fuck kind of leverage you have over the man for him to play favourites with you.

You finally collapse at your desk, letting out a loud exhale. You clench your eyes shut, your body finally melting into your chair. You look exhausted.

He’s not sure how to help. You don’t seem like you have the energy to tell him.

Bucky leaves a doughnut and water bottle on the table in front of you before shuffling out of the room quietly.

He’s certain that he’s spent far too long in Bruce’s lab this week. He liked the man as much as the next guy, but he probably wouldn’t come down there for the foreseeable future.

You’re at your assigned desk, reading light illuminating the space. Thankfully you’ve cleared up most of your stuff from the table, leaving no more liabilities to fall over in case he walked into the desk.

“So you’re done for the week.” His voice surprises you. You were scrolling through your phone, slightly hunched over.

“It appears so.” You put your phone down, swivelling the chair to look at him.

“How’d it go?” He leans against your table, making sure he isn’t using his full weight.

“Well, I slept for fifteen hours straight, so...” you leave him to connect the dots. He’s done the same several times.

“You’re probably gonna need more,” he says, mostly from his own experience, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Actually-” you reach beside your table and lug your gigantic box of belongings onto the table with a loud thud, “-you won’t.”

He looks at the box that was nearly overflowing with its contents, the majority of the space being taken up by empty picture frames. “I thought you said Tony offered you a job.”

“He did,” you confirm. “I didn’t accept.”

“Why?” He watches you shift through a few things, adjusting it so that it wouldn’t fall over.

“This whole thing- it’s cool and all, but it’s not what I want to do.” You shrug. “I like teaching. I miss my class.”

He gaze lands on one of the thank you notes sticking out from the corner of the box. “Ah.”

“Back to school from tomorrow.”

“And evil on the weekends?” he prods, dropping a pen into the heap of stationery.

“Obviously.” You give him a lopsided smile. “Where else am I gonna use all this brilliance?”

You point to your head. He lets out a small exhale in the form of a laugh.

“Speaking of-” You look like you just remembered something.

You rummage through your backpack and pull out a small container, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” He turns it over, looking for any hidden clues. “Are you proposing again, because I’ve said no-”

“I’m not proposing,” you interrupt, “yet.”

He gives you a deadpan look.

“Open it,” you urge, and he complies.

Two small squares sit side-by-side. They’re slick black, barely bigger than the face of a dice.

“You put one of them here-” You tap on his bicep “-and the other here.” You tap his shoulder, a few inches below his clavicle.

“What does it do?” He thinks it’s like Nat’s little taser things, a nifty little tool that he could use on missions.

“It, uh-” you hesitate “-it allows you to feel sensation in your metal arm. Heat, pressure, texture.”

His breath hitches in his throat. He doesn’t mean for it to happen, it just does.

“You said that sometimes you’re glad you couldn’t because of the bullets and stuff. They’re detachable, so just take them off when you go on missions and wherever it is you Spandex ambassadors go.” You scoff slightly.

He can’t remember the last time he felt something soft with that arm or used it for something that wasn’t directly related to his job.

“I’m not messing with what the Wakandans gave you. It’s the most advanced piece of tech out there.” You shrug. “But if you ever want to feel it when someone attaches sticky notes to your arm, this could work. Just thought it’d be nice to have an option.”

He can’t decipher what he’s feeling right now. He looks up at you, only to catch you eyeing him cautiously, assessing his reaction. When you notice he’s looking at you, a nervous smile makes its way onto your face.

His stomach does a flip.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

“Don’t mention it.” You sound a little relieved, picking up the box that he’s pretty sure weighed a ton what with all his memorabilia in it. “See you next week.”

He doesn’t know how to explain what it means to him.

Instead, he shoves his hands into his pockets. “What are you doing later?”

“Nothing.” You pause. “Why?”

“Are you gonna watch the parade?”

“Yeah, probably.” You shift your weight to your other leg to compensate for the box.

“Want some company?”

“Aren’t you heading a security division?” You have to consciously hide the bewilderment from your voice.

“Yeah. The place I’m stationed just so happens to have a good look into the street,” he explains, toying with the bracelet on his wrist. “Can’t really promise that I’ll be paying attention to it or that I’d even be there the whole time but for the most part...” he trails off.

“Uh-” You force yourself to shove aside your surprise at his determination, “yeah, sure. That’d be cool.”

He nods. “Okay. See you there.”

“See you,” you murmur as you walk to the elevator.

He opens the tiny container to look at the small chips. They’re still there, silently like they don’t change his world just by existing.

Gosh.

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mossybank · 3 years

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Scott Lang with a superhero S/O

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Headcanons

Scott Lang x GN!Reader

A/N: for the best dad in the mcu on fathers day <3 i'll have some ahs stuff out soon!.. Just been in a marvel mood this past week lol

The two of you met when you joined the avengers, he was fucking around in his tiny form on you almost stepped on him causing him to go back to normal size in panic and accidentally headbutt you

"Hey, watch where you're—" He'd be cut off by your heads colliding, both of you gripping your own in pain, but when he looked back at you he felt all annoyance slip away and instead just stood there mouth agape and staring in awe

Luis had to put up with Scott rambling about you for at least two weeks before he worked up the courage to ask you out for coffee

The two of you have a tally of who saves who's ass the most, it's mostly a light hearted competition but the winner gets to pick what happens on date night so the two of you can get pretty competitive over it sometimes

Scott tends to get pretty distracted on missions with you there too though so you often end up being split up

The media absolutely eats up your relationship, there's so many videos and photos of the two of you being lovey-dovey mid mission and you have a niche following of shippers online

There's a few people that ship Scott and Hope though, 'it's the Antman and the wasp! They're a team, they're perfect for each other!', but what they don't know is that Hope is actually the one who convinced Scott to ask you out for real

She's an absolute angel and a beacon of hope amongst the online toxicity, you know she'd never get between you and Scott

Luis gave Scott a lot of advice but it was absolutely abysmal and a sure fire way for him to get rejected lol so Hope came in clutch when it came to getting you two together

She definitely invited you out to hang out a few times and threw in some subtle questions about Scott to gauge whether you liked him or not

Cassie absolutely loves you and is always telling you how thankful she is that you're keeping her daddy in check on missions

She also loves that you teach her little fight moves for fun and show of your powers to her if you have them

Scott will literally shout from the mountain tops how much he loves you

The two of you have probably almost gotten frisky in your hero costumes before which would've earned a slap on the wrist from Hank because there's no way he's letting Scott use the suit for that

The avengers also lowkey, jokingly, hate you guys because you're just always so lovey with each other

They're just jealous because you're absolute couple goals though, let's be honest

The guys always tease Scott on how soft he is for you, I mean he'll genuinely bend over backwards to do anything you want

Scott teaches you the names of every single one of his ants and expects you to remember them too, he honestly acts as if they're your children

I imagine the two of you having a little piece of each other on your costumes to remember each other when on separate missions, just like a little nod to each other (a bit like the mind stone shaped cutout on wanda's new costume!)

He proposes to you by bringing you up to the roof top and telling you to look down at the ground, his ants eventually grouping up to form the sentence 'will you marry me?'

It's kind of weird but it's so sweet and totally Scott, there'd be no way you could say no

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somewhatgreatexpectations · 3 years

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Nirvana (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello, again! We have reached Infinity War! Loosely inspired by Sam Smith’s “Nirvana”. Pieces from the film are used here with some definite adjustments. Let me know what you think.

Summary: Wanda and Y/n attempt to navigate the course of healing. Will other circumstances get in their way?

“It's too late to run away from it all, it's too late to get away from it all, I'm done with running, so I give in to you.”

Being on the run with Wanda was a stark contrast to being on the run alone. The feeling of emptiness was easily replaced with fulfillment and meaning with Wanda. She transformed what used to be a burden that weighed heavily on you into something light and manageable.

You both spent days and nights rebuilding the ruins of trust that used to lay shattered at your feet. It wasn’t always easy. Some nights were hard and ended in screaming and tears, others were effortless and made it feel as if no time had ever passed between the two of you. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but completely adore both sides.

There was no doubt in your mind that the love you both shared together had blossomed into something even more powerful than it was before. There was one problem though, you couldn’t seem to allow the final wall you had built around your heart to fall. That final line between friendship and romance seemed to be the hardest for you to cross.

You knew that Wanda noticed, but she never pushed you for more than you offered. She was fully aware that you had to set the pace and that she had to earn her way back in. She was more than willing to be patient.

Currently you were both located in a small apartment in Scotland that truly felt like a place you could both call home with the beauty and stillness that the city offered. Unfortunately, you’d been stuck inside the last few days because of a torrential downpour. When you heard the rain stop, you wandered over to the large bay window and opened the curtains fully to allow the moonlight to seep in.

Wanda looked up from her book when you left your shared bed. Her eyes watching you curiously. “The sky looks beautiful tonight.” You whispered in awe, your eyes locked on the full moon.

With a small smile, Wanda put her book down and wandered over to you, slowly wrapping her arms around you from behind. She always allowed you time to pull away. “Not as beautiful as you, moya lyubov.” She whispered against your ear and pressed a light kiss to the side of your head.

With ease, you leaned into her, so your back was pressed flush against her front. Your hands rested over hers. “Wanda?”

“Hmm?” she hummed as she buried her face into your neck.

“I’m happy you’re here.” You confessed quietly, feeling vulnerable at your admission.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel her smile against your neck before she turned you in her arms, so you could face one another. “And I am happy you’re here with me.” She rested her forehead lightly against yours.

“Wanda, I…” you stared into her beautiful green eyes which watched you adoringly. Your heart pounded nervously against your ribcage. The words practically hanging off your lips. “I…”

Lovingly, she raised a hand to lightly caress your cheek. “Yes?” Her tone was patient.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” you finally stuttered out, avoiding saying what you truly wanted to at the last minute. Not able to shake that last remnant of fear in your heart.

Disappointment flashed briefly across Wanda’s face before she replaced it with a small smile. “It’s cold out though, krasivaya. We should stay in and cuddle and watch our show instead.” She countered offered hopefully.

You turned your face slightly and kissed the palm of her hand, watching her practically melt at the action. While Wanda tried to show affection as often as she could, you still hesitated the majority of the time so even small actions like this made her swoon.

“It’s beautiful out though,” You said with a pout. “And we’ve been trapped inside the last few days. Let’s just go for a little.”

Wanda threw her hands up in defeat and turned away from you to get dressed. “You’re lucky I love you.” She grumbled as she put on her boots. You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared at her words.

Half an hour later you were both walking hand in hand down an empty cobble stoned street. You couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of your eye, the way her nose became pink against the cold night air, the way her eyes were so full of life despite the circumstance. You loved her, all of her. Your efforts to prevent yourself from loving her always proving to be futile. It was impossible to not love her.

You decided you needed to try and tell her again. To push passed your fear.

“What?” she asked with a laugh. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

You pulled her to a stop and smiled slightly at her. “Because you are beautiful.”

A rosy pink spread across her cheeks as she ducked her head shyly. “Quite the charmer there, Y/n.”

“Wanda, I need to tell you something.” You said seriously.

Her brows furrowed in concern at your sudden change of tone. “Of course, what is it?”

You took a deep breath and took both her hands in yours. “For so long I felt broken. Convinced that a broken heart was just something I would just have to learn to live with. The pain from that night on the roof was so intense that I sealed off my heart. Swearing that I would never allow someone back in… Swearing I’d never allow someone back in because I knew I wouldn’t survive the pain a second time.” Wanda’s thumb traced over your knuckles soothingly as she listened with rapt attention. “I never would have imagined that you’d be the one to help stitch me back together.”

The vulnerability you allowed yourself to express made you feel anxious as your gaze fell to the floor. Wanda gently used her thumb to tilt your head up so you could look into her eyes again.

The love was clear in her eyes as she slowly leaned forward, giving you time to pull away. Rather than pull away, you met her half way and connected your lips in a gentle kiss. Sighing contently at the contact as Wanda gently tugged you closer by the waist. This was the first genuine kiss you had both shared since your break-up. Kissing her felt right and you couldn’t help but feel at home in this moment.

When you pulled away you rested your forehead against hers. Watching the way her eyes glimmered happily. “Wanda, I lo-“

“Wanda.” The sound of another voice interrupted your words. You both turned to find Vision in his human form as he walked over to her urgently, making no attempt to address you. “I need your help.”

At the sight of him, you stepped away from Wanda slightly, which caused her to frown. “How did you find me, Vis?”

“I am part android, Wanda.” Vision said simply then winced. “It’s the stone, I need you to tell me what you feel.” He said and grabbed Wanda’s hand, placing it over the stone.

Wanda looked back at you hesitantly, but you were looking off in the distance, your arms crossed defensively. She couldn’t help but feel like she just took dozens of steps back in the progress she had made with you.

With a sigh she looked back at Vision and allowed her magic to enter the stone. “I just feel you.” She replied with confusion.

Before either could say anything, you took urgent strides away. Wanda immediately noticing and following you, worried you were trying to leave her. You stopped in front of a shop window. Your eyes focused on the screen that was facing out towards the street. With concern, you watched the scene of what was occurring in New York play out on the TV. “What are they?” you questioned, more to yourself than anything.

“What the stone was warning me about.” You heard Vision reply as he came to a stop beside you both.

Even if you didn’t know what was happening you knew you needed to do something, you needed to help. “Wanda, I won’t ask you to go if you don’t want to, but I think I need to go. To do what I can to help.” You said quietly as you began walking backwards.

Wanda’s eyes became wide with nerves, she knew she had to convince you to stay. “Y/n, I don’t think going is a good idea. Maybe you should wait until-“

“Wanda-“ Your words were cut off as you felt something slice deeply into your side and throw you into the wall of the building you were standing next to.

“Y/N!” Wanda screamed, instantly moving to run to you when a creature stepped in front of her.

The being chuckled at her tears. “Fear not, we are not here for her, but for him.” Before Vision or Wanda could react, the same object that had sliced into you had stabbed Vision and propelled him to the opposite side of the street. Wanda stepped back and was preparing to attack when she got hit with a force and was hurled into a window. The creatures took the opportunity and began digging into the stone on Vision’s head.

Weakly, you stood up, holding your bleeding side as you flicked your wrist, forcing the creature to sink into the floor. The other one turned to face you angrily when you felt yourself become incased in a red glow and get thrown in the air along with Vision. The ground quickly approached you until you felt the same red glow cushion the impact and place you back down.

Wanda tried to help you sit up when you waved her off. “Help Vision, he was hit worse.” She looked reluctant but did as you asked and helped him up as the three of you moved into an arch way to find some semblance of safety. Wanda wearily waved her hand over Vision’s wound as futile wisps of red attempted to seal it.

“The blade. It stopped me from phasing.” Vision gasped out between pained breathes.

Wanda turned towards you with wide eyes. “Is that even possible?”

“It’s not supposed to be.” Vision’s labored reply came.

Trying to ease Wanda’s nerves you quietly mumbled, “I’m beginning to think we should have stayed in and cuddled like you asked.” A weak smile crossed her lips before the creature flew in and took Vision.

Before either of you could react, the second creature came and attacked, cutting into your wound again. You hissed in pain as Wanda furiously sent the creature flying back at the sound of your pain. Working together you were able to keep her at bay until Vision’s screamed echoed through the plaza you were in. “Go, Wanda! I can handle this.” You shouted to her.

“Y/n, no.” She began to protest, forcing the being back with her powers.

“GO!” You shouted, building a wall from the concrete to buy yourself time. It was clear that Wanda didn’t want to go, but you saw the flashes of red lift her up and onto the building that Vision was taken to anyway.

Using your hands, you manipulated the concrete to attach to the being’s hands, forcing them down into the ground as you brought the clock tower down and buried her in the rubble. Quickly manipulating the earth until she was completely encased. As you were looking around for the next best course of action, you felt Wanda fly down and wrap an arm securely around you as she used her powers to propel the three of you into the air and away from danger.

The moment was short lived though as you felt a blast of energy hit Wanda and suddenly the three of you were free falling. You felt Wanda wrap her body tightly around yours in mid-air, obviously trying to absorb the impact. The glass ceiling you crashed into shattered easily as you slipped out of Wanda’s arms and slid across the platform of the train station and into a metal rail. You groaned when your side made impact with the railing. Vision landing on the opposite end.

Wanda urgently rushed over to you. Her tone was panicked. “C’mon, get up. We have to go.” She gingerly placed an arm under you and helped you stand. The blood drained from her face when she saw her hand come away covered in blood. You leaned against the rail behind you weakly. Just a moment later the creatures returned. Without hesitation, Wanda turned to take a protective stance in directly front of you as her hands began to glow.

The creature seemed more interested in something over Wanda’s shoulder though as it threw its weapon which was stopped in its trajectory by the shadow.

A moment later, Steve stepped out of the shadows. You couldn’t help the look of relief that spread across your features as you sunk back down to the floor, feeling woozy from all the blood loss. Wanda rushed over to you, pressing tightly to the bleeding area of your abdomen. You vaguely watched as Sam and Natasha attacked the beings by surprise but the injury made it impossible to focus for long. It seemed as though you blinked and suddenly Steve was marching over to you as Sam and Natasha helped Vision up.

“Let’s get you home and patched up.” He said gruffly as he lifted you into his arms. Wanda followed closely behind, worry never fading from her expression. With the adrenaline wearing off and the knowledge that Wanda was now safe, you decided couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer as you allowed the world fade out to black for rest.

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When you finally came to, you were almost certain that the events of the night before were just a nightmare, until you felt the dull throbbing in your side. You squinted your eyes open to find Wanda at your bedside, her hand in yours and her eyes worried. The tension draining from her shoulders when she saw your eyes open.

It seemed you were back at the Avengers tower infirmary.

“Y/n,” she breathed out. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried.” Gently, she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and tenderly kissed you, which you gladly returned.

When you pulled back you weakly chuckled as you tried to lighten the mood. “I wish I was a synthazoid like Vision, no blood. Faster rebound time.” Her eyes looked conflicted. You sat up, only wincing slightly. “What? What aren’t you telling me?”

With a sigh she squeezed your hand lightly. “We have to go to Wakanda. Steve says they might be able to extract the stone from Vision without destroying him. If that fails, I may need to destroy the stone myself.” She paused slightly, clearly troubled by the information. You knew what that implied.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, swinging your legs off the cot so you could be closer.

Wanda answered with an unconvincing nod. “I don’t know if it’s something I’ll be able to do.” She said quietly as you squeezed her hand in comfort. “I think you should stay.” She finally added, her expression serious.

Your brows furrowed. “I’m not going to stay. I’m going to help in whatever way I can... I need to go and make sure you’ll be okay.” You said with finality, leaving no room for her to argue.

She knew you wouldn’t budge, all she could do in response was move to stand in between your legs and take you into her arms tightly. Terrified of all that could happen. Terrified to lose you.

“So cute.” You heard a teasing voice call out from the door way. You looked up to see Natasha and Steve standing there. Steve with a content smile on his face.

Wanda pulled you closer as you rolled your eyes at Natasha. “Shut up.” You quipped playfully.

“I’m glad you’re up, kid. You lost a lot of blood on the flight back. You had me worried for a second there.” Steve admitted with a small frown.

Carefully you released Wanda from your arms and hoped off the cot, keeping her hand in yours all the while. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Capsicle.” You said lightly.

Despite the severity of the situation, Steve couldn’t help but laugh. He missed moments like this.

“Hate to take you away from lover girl, but Rogers and I have been waiting patiently for a hug.” Natasha said teasingly as she opened her arms. You looked at Wanda who let go of your hand reluctantly so you could hug the remaining two in the room.

When you pulled away from Steve, you gravitated back to Wanda, taking her hand in yours instinctively. Steve and Natasha exchanged pleased looks. “So,” you began nonchalantly, “When do we leave?”

Wanda clenched her jaw at your words, it was clear to everyone that she was unhappy with your decision.

Steve knew better than to fight you on something once your mind had been made though. “As soon as you’re dressed. Bruce will explain what we’re up against on the flight there.” _________________ Arriving in Wakanda was breathtaking as you marveled at the magnificent land, one short glimpse at Wanda let you know she was equally as awe struck. You just wished you were there on better circumstances.

There was very little time to admire as you were all ushered into a building where T’Challa’s sister, who’s name you learned was Shuri, could analyze Vision. You quickly realized Shuri was brilliant and far smarter than Bruce and Tony. You couldn’t help but snicker when she critiqued Bruce’s work on Vision, Wanda also giggling but being much more discreet than you.

As you listened to the conversation go on around you, you could feel Wanda slip her hand into yours and interlace your fingers. You turned your head to face her, taking note of how anxious she appeared. “Are you okay?” you asked quietly.

Wanda looked back at you with a hesitant smile. “As long as you’re here I am.”

You could feel the words on your lips again, those three little words that you’ve wanted to tell her since Scotland. You bit your tongue though because this moment didn’t feel right to tell her. Instead you lightly kissed her, hoping that she understood what your heart was trying to convey even if you hadn’t said it out loud yet.

The sound of a loud explosion caused you two to pull apart and glance out the window where the sound was coming from. You tried to keep a neutral face as you all watched what had to have been half a dozen foreign ships land outside the protection of the dome and attempt to enter.

“We’ll hold them off.” T’Challa said determinedly when Shuri explained she needed more time.

Steve turned to where you and Wanda stood. “Wanda, as soon as that stone is out of his head, blow it to smithereens.”

“I will.” Wanda said with a resolute nod as the rest of the team began moving out to go defend the land. You turned towards Wanda and she immediately began shaking her head when she saw the look in your eyes. “No. You can’t go.”

Gently, you brought her hand up to your lips and placed a short kiss on her fingers. “I have to. I have no use here. Out there though… out there they could use my help.”

“Y/n. No.” Wanda said seriously, her lip trembling.

You slowly began backing away, your extended hands keeping you connected. “I have to, Wanda. You know that.”

“Then I’ll go with you.”

You shook your head solemnly. Trying desperately to mask the fears you felt. “They need you here. You’re the only one that can destroy the stone, the only one that can stop Thanos.”

Wanda marched forward and took your face in her hands, kissing you passionately which you gladly returned for a moment, but you knew you had to go, so you reluctantly pulled away.

You reached a hand up to gently wipe away the single tear that fell down her cheek. “You and me, we’re a happy ending, okay? We’ll have a happy ending. I’ll always come back to you.” You whispered to her gently as you stared at one another for a moment. After a minute, you turned and ran out to catch up to the rest of the team before you lost your nerve.

“I love you.” She said to your retreating figure, wishing she said it just a moment before, wishing that you’d have a chance to say it to each other after the battle was done.

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Out on the battlefield, the fight was intense, and it genuinely felt for a moment as though you would all lose, each one of you out there heavily outnumbered in comparison to Thanos’ army. You were surrounded by the enemy with Natasha and Okoye, preparing to fight when red wisps suddenly appeared and redirected the deadly machines to the swarm of creatures that were about to overtake you all.

“That’s my girl.” You said proudly as Wanda turned to look at you, a small smirk on her lips.

Before any of you could react, you heard Steve over coms. “Anyone have eyes on Vision?”

Wanda shared a look with you, still reluctant to leave your side. You nodded at her reassuringly. “Go. I’ll be right behind you.”

“I love you.” She said sincerely and steadily before using her powers and flying away.

For a moment you allowed yourself to watch her. “I love you too.” You said to yourself before Natasha got your attention.

“Let’s go. They’ll need all the help they can get to keep him away from the stone.” Without hesitation all three of you began running towards the forest in the distance with determination. Herds of creatures attacking you along the way.

Eventually you saw an opening to not harm anyone on your side and used your powers to split the earth making the creatures fall in and clearing a path for you.

By the time you reached Wanda you found her standing over Vision’s lifeless body with a horror stricken look on her face.

“Wanda?” You called tentatively, but when she turned you felt your knees give out underneath you, an odd feeling of fading away overtaking your body.

Dread instantly filled Wanda’s body as she watched you fall to the floor. She hurriedly ran over to you and fell to her knees by your side, collecting you in her arms. “Y/n,” She cried urgently, “What’s wrong?”

“Wanda,” You whispered with a small smile on your face as you looked up at her, raising your hand to rest over her cheek. The simple action alone feeling almost impossible in your state of fading. “I love you. I'll always love you. I wish I had told you sooner. I wish we had more time.”

She let out a choked sob as she attempted to pull you closer. The words that she had dreamed of hearing from your lips out in the open, but this wasn’t how she wanted it. She didn’t want to hear those words as you were leaving her. She wanted to hear them and experience life with your love. She couldn’t lose you.

“Y/n, I love you. Don’t go,” She cried desperately, her forehead pressed firmly against yours as she pressed a desperate kiss to your lips. “Please, don’t go. I need you.” Wanda begged through broken sobs as she could feel you begin to disintegrate in her arms. Only a moment later you were gone, all that was left was dust in her hands.

Heartbroken cries fell from her lips as she clutched desperately at the ground you had been just moments before.

Only a moment later, she began feeling herself fade as well and willingly gave in to the feeling. The feeling brought her a despairing form of peace because with it came the knowledge that she wouldn’t have to exist in this world without you. The realization offered her a twisted form of comfort as she faded into nothingness as well.

Oof, part 11! I knew Infinity War was a lot but I didn’t realize how much until I wrote this. Next up is..... What do you all think is going to happen next? Remember there are two more chapters. ;) As always, hope you enjoyed and let me know your thoughts and comments! I love reading them all!

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I read your bleeding out part 3 AND OH MY GOD WAS IT CUTE!! Reader took the news so well.

So here is where my request: An alternative ending for that chapter!! What if when reader saw Wanda pregnant and it was confirmed she was, Reader actually faints for overwhelming excitement and when Reader wakes up, both Wanda and Natasha are afraid that their fear of reader not being ready could be true. That it’s too much and reader might want to take a step back and leave BUT reader says #12 and #15 from the fluff prompt list!

Bleeding Out part 3, alternate ending

Authors note: I really like this idea, thanks so much for requesting it!! Hope you like how it turned out! 💖

Word count: 3814 WandaNat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist Bleeding Out Masterlist

They hadn’t noticed the door open while they were talking, Steves voice startled them slightly, “I have a solution for that.”

“You're serious?” Nat asks, “You can really go back and get her?”

He smiles at them, “I went and got you, didn’t I?”

“You did, but there's a big difference between bringing someone three days into the future versus six years into the future.” she says

“We’re going with you?” Wanda asks

“Honestly if you don’t I don’t know how I'll convince her I’m telling the truth.” he reasons

“Good point. Tony and I only believed you because you had all six stones, and looked at both of us like a wounded puppy. And we knew time travel was possible, Y/n doesn't.” Nat says

“Right. So let's go to the platform and get some quantum suits on the two of you and grab an extra for Y/n.” he says

“What day are we going back to?” Wanda asks

“The day she died, before she can get on the quinjet to leave for the mission.” he replies looking at Bruce, who gives him a thumbs up.

“See you in a minute” Nat says before the three head off for the past

Avengers compound, 2017

“Alright, looks like it's about eight in the morning. Where was she at this time?”

Wanda blushes, “Uhm, her and Nat were still in bed, with me….saying goodbye.”