#also nat image gasp

[wri0thesley]

went out for dessert and to see a filmed showing of the rodgers and hammerstein concert today and finally had an excuse to wear this cute raspberry suit set i got last year!!

#nat.txt #food image #also nat image gasp

[pahtoosh]

baker's convention

[image ID: a gif from infinity war of steve hugging bucky. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: 1900 words

warnings: food. reader gets picked up by steve. i kinda gave our baba anxiety(sorry)

a/n: i am SO proud of this! i hope you all love it! and i am very happy to expand the chef/baker universe! i sprinkled in a hint at a future fic with baker!nat, but let me know if you guys have any suggestions for our other friends!

pairing: chef!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: bucky takes you to a baker's convention and you get to try new creations from his closest friends. special appearances from natasha, sam, and steve!

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Bucky helped you put on your lanyard and nametag at the convention center’s entrance. He knew you could do it yourself, but he was stalling and needed something to occupy his shaky hands. He straightened out your shirt, another nervous habit of his. 

“Are you excited, bubba?”

“Yes! So excited, Daddy.” 

“Good, good. Daddy’s excited too.”

He kept fiddling with your clothes and tried not to think about how nervous he was for today. You’d met his baker buddies before, but never all at once, in one day. And never in such a crowded place. 

He wasn’t worried because of you; he was worried about all the things beyond his control. What if the convention was too overwhelming? What if you two got separated? What if a stranger was mean to you? Breathe, Bucky. Breathe. 

“Daddy?”

“Y-yeah?”

“I can have all the sweets I want today, right?”

Bucky laughed, taken aback by your question.

“Our minds are in two different places, honeybun.” He stopped messing with your clothes and kissed your forehead. “Yes, you can have all the sweets you want if you remember your manners–and if you give me a big hug right now.”

You squealed and wrapped your arms around Bucky, squeezing him with all your might. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Bucky was starting to feel a bit better. As usual, you were able to calm his nerves and remind him that he had nothing to worry about. He was a good caregiver. If you got overwhelmed, he would know the signs and how to help you. If you got lost, he had plenty of friends and colleagues who knew you, loved you, and would do anything to help. If a stranger tried ruining your day, he was more concerned with what you could do to them than what they could do to you. 

While you were hugging Bucky as hard as you could, you were also helping slow down his heart rate and the other physical signs of his stress. He was finally prepared to go in.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m so ready!” 

You swung your interlocked hands back and forth as you and Bucky walked through the doors and down the long hallway that led to the convention center.

The sight of the many vendors and their stalls selling baked goods stopped you in your tracks. There were more than you could count. It seemed as if there were endless rows of cookies, cupcakes, pies, and happy people enjoying the art of baking. 

Bucky noticed a friend giving you a slight wave to get your attention. He gently tugged your hand. 

“Do you wanna go over there, honey? That booth looks good.”

You looked at the booth and gasped, then walked as fast as you could to get there, tugging Bucky along behind you. You were by no means as gentle with Bucky as he had been with you earlier. He laughed good-naturedly as you practically pulled his arm out of its socket. 

“Natty!”

“Hey there, firecracker.” 

Bucky greeted her with a nod. “Natalia.”

“Buchanan.” She turned to face you again. “I saw you pulling your Daddy back there. I could teach you this trick if you re-”

Bucky covered your ears with his hands and gave his friend a bewildered look. “You’re not teaching them that,” he whisper shouted. 

Natasha stifled a laugh while Bucky took his hands away from your ears and tried to redirect your attention. “Which of these treats do you wanna try first, bun?”

“Can I have one of the cakes, please?”

“Comin’ right up.” She handed you a small plate with a square piece of cake and two forks. Bucky motioned for you to take the first bite. Your eyes widened in delight. The cake was so delicate and soaked in a sweet milk. The cake itself was sightly sour, but the sweet milk and ganache topping balanced the whole dessert. 

“What is this?”

“It’s bird’s milk cake. Do you like it?”

“Mhm!” You went in for another bite. 

“I have something else for you to try too.” Natasha reached beside her and handed you and Bucky another plate with two small, potato-like objects. “This is called kartosha.”

You tried pronouncing this new word before taking a bite. Once again, you were struck by how beautifully simple and balanced the dessert was. Bittersweet cookie crumbles were combined with sweet, sticky condensed milk.

“It’s so good!”

“I’m glad you think so.” Natasha looked like she was going to say more, but then a special someone caught her eye. She leaned over to whisper in your ear. “I think someone’s been stealing looks and wondering when you’re going to visit their booth.”

You whipped your head around and saw Sam look quickly in the other direction, as if he was pretending that he hadn’t been looking at you earlier. He had a mischievous smile on his face though, and his eyes wandered to you for a second before darting back. He rocked back and forth on his heels and even began to whistle a little. You giggled at his attempts to look casual.

You turned to Bucky. “Daddy, can we go to Sammy’s booth?”

“Sure can, let’s say bye to Nat first.”

“Bye, Natty! Thank you for the cake and kartosha!”

“You’re welcome.” She walked around the booth to give you a goodbye hug. “You have to come visit the cafe soon, okay? The kitties miss you and I need some help from my little decorator.”

“I will!” You waved goodbye and then skipped to Sam’s booth. 

He was still putting on his oblivious act. 

“Sammy, hi!”

“Oh, hey! I didn’t even see you there!”

You laughed and shook your head. “Nuh uh, I saw you looking!”

“Alright, alright, ya caught me. But once you see the show I’ve got planned for you, you’ll understand.”

“A show?” you asked, bouncing excitedly.

“Yup. A whole show. Tell me something, do you like caramel?” He took a step to where his burner stove was.

“Yeah!” 

“Okay well this isn’t exactly caramel, but if you like caramel, you’ll like this.” He put a small pan on the stove and turned on the heat. “We’ll start off with a little butter, some cinnamon, and brown sugar.” Sam effortlessly dropped and sprinkled the ingredients into the pan as he listed them off. He gave the mixture a stir, shaking the pan at the same time like a pro.

“Now I don’t know if you like bananas. But if you don’t, you’ll like them after this.” He put a small handful of slices into the pan and coated them in the sauce. He turned off the stove. 

“Alright, here’s the real show. I need y’all to take one step back so you’re behind that red tape on the floor.”

You and Bucky did as he said. 

“Perfect, thank you. Now these bananas just need a little more juice.” He poured a small amount of clear amber liquid into the pan. “And they could also use a little more heat.” He flicked a lighter just to the side of the pan, setting all of the amber liquid aflame. He shook the pan back and forth, flipping the bananas in the flaming sauce. You watched the fire, absolutely mesmerized by how it shifted and how Sam had so much control over the volatile force. He kept the whole thing moving, like it was a choreographed dance between him and the flaming pan where he was the leader. Slowly, the flames died down and the bananas were left in a glistening sauce.

“THAT WAS THE COOLEST THING EVER!” you screamed, clapping your hands and jumping up and down. “How did you do that?!”

“A lot of practice, okay? Don’t ever try this at home.”

You nodded. “I’ll just watch you do it every day.”

Sam laughed. “If you boost my ego like this every time, I’ll do this whenever you want. You ready to try the bananas now?”

“Yes please!”

“Alright, and one more very important question.” He halted and looked at you seriously. “Do you want ice cream?”

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Sam gave you and Bucky two beautiful bowls of bananas foster, he called it. He grinned from ear to ear as you asked him endless questions. You wanted to talk more(and ask for another serving), but a crowd full of people wanting to see Sam’s show had formed. You thanked him profusely and waved goodbye nearly your entire walk to the next booth, until you had to turn the corner and could no longer see your friend. Luckily, Bucky was holding your other hand and leading the way to make sure you didn’t bump into anyone or get lost.

You were about to mourn the end of the best time of your life, when you saw another friend waving to you excitedly.

“Stevie!”

You skipped to his booth and he met you in the middle, picking you up for a bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, bug!”

“Easy, Rogers. Bubba’s full of sweets and ice cream.”

Steve set you down gently and fixed your clothes that he had messed up. “Sorry, bubba, sorry. Wait–you had ice cream already?”

“Uh huh! We went to Sam’s booth!”

“Aw, you went to Sam’s booth before mine? That’s not fair!” he whined. He put a hand over his chest. “You’re breakin’ my heart, bubba.”

“And he gave me a fire show.”

“And he gave you a fire show?” Steve pretended to cry, putting his head in his hands and allowing sobs to run through his body. 

“Stevieee, c’mon!” You wrapped your arms around him and patted his back. “Do you know what Sammy didn’t give to me?”

“What?” Steve asked, still pouting. 

“Two hugs!”

Steve stopped his crocodile tears and returned your embrace, swinging you side to side to hear your giggles. 

“I guess the hugs make up for me not having any fire. And I’m the best hugger you know, right?”

“I-”

“Let’s go see the sweets I have for you!” he said, cutting you off. He carried you on his hip for the short walk to his booth and set you down at the front of it, because only vendors were allowed in the behind area.

Steve stepped behind the display and fixed his apron. Before he spoke, he puffed out his chest and held out his hands in a theatrical manner.

“Welcome to a slice of paradise! We have every pie you can think of! Apple, pumpkin, pecan, key lime, cherry, strawberry–every American classic! And for the non-pie lovers, I have cheesecakes, tarts, and the best rice krispie treats made with my Ma’s secret recipe.” He ended his speech with a wink.

“Wow! There’s so many! I don’t know which one to choose.” You looked at Bucky for assistance. 

“Lucky for you, my little bug, I have a sampler platter!” Steve presented you with a plate of many small squares of everything he was selling, all with different colored toothpicks. “You can try these out and when you decide the one you want, let me know and I’ll serve you a whole slice.”

You giddily took the sampler plate and tried all the samples with Bucky, giving Steve feedback after each bite. When you finished trying all of the sweets, you couldn’t pick just one to have a full slice of.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have another sample plate, please?”

“Sure, but don’t you want a whole slice of your favorite one?”

“I can’t choose a favorite! They’re all so good.”

Steve smiled proudly. “Alright, one more sampler platter for the charmer with the grouchy daddy.”

Bucky grunted while you giggled. “I have one more question.”

Steve nodded while he arranged your next plate. “What’s up?”

“Can I have a scoop of ice cream too? I need to try all of them with it, for science.”

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[vbecker10]

My Best Friend...

(Part 1 of 2 - Part 2)

Pairing: Loki x plus size female reader (y/n)

Warnings: angst (of course, not sorry), self depreciating thoughts, feeling inadequate, issues with self image, low self worth, annoying friends... but I promise lots and lots of fluff so just hold on until the end - let me know if I forgot anything 💚

Summary: What you thought would be a relaxing girls night quickly turns into an interrogation by Nat and Wanda about your non-existent relationship with Loki. After denying you are anything other then friends for as long as you can, you finally tell them how you really feel about him... and why you know he will never feel the same. The night goes from bad to worse when you realize Loki overheard you talking to them and you try to hide from him.

A/N: Loki is talked about in this part a lot but he doesn't really show up until the very end, don't worry he is going to be in the whole second part though. Also, I was going to make this one very long fic but @michelleleewise suggested breaking it into two parts so you can thank her for all the angst being in the first half and having to wait another few days for the fluff - love you @michelleleewise 💚

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

"Oh, come on Y/N," Natasha laughs as she sets the pizza box on the coffee table. "Just admit it and we can all move on with our lives."

"I can't cause it's not true," you tell her, looking down to avoid eye contact with the spy. You sit on one end of the couch and she sits next to you, you pass her and Wanda plates. "I'm disappointed, I thought you would be better at reading situations then this," you say sarcastically and she let's out a dramatic gasp, pretending to be offended.

"I think the real problem is you are worse at hiding your relationship with Loki then you think you are," Wanda says as she grabs a slice of pizza. "And since you won't just admit it, how about we review the facts?" Wanda asks with a wide smile before sitting cross legged on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear all of these supposed facts," you roll your eyes.

"Exhibit A, breakfast," Wanda says too excitedly for your liking, "Loki brings you coffee and something to eat every single morning. How do you explain that if the two of you aren't dating, hmm?"

You decide maybe it would be better to just play along with your friends this time, hoping you might be able to convince them they were both wrong once and for all. Wanda and Nat had recently become obsessed with the idea that you and Loki were secretly dating but it had really picked up over the last week.

"I'm telling you, we aren't dating. He just knows I have a lot of early meetings so it's easy for me to get distracted and then I forget to eat," you tell them.

"I don't know," Natasha shakes her head, "Worrying that you're skipping meals seems like good boyfriend behavior."

"It is not, it's good friend behavior," you correct her, "Maybe the two of you don't worry about me enough." You cross your arms and stare at Nat then Wanda, causing them to giggle.

"Still, it's impressive. I don't think Loki even knows if Thor drinks coffee, forget about him ever bringing his brother or anyone else on the team anything," Nat says, picking up right where she left off before the minor laughing fit.

"I don't know what to tell you," you shrug. "Maybe he knows I'm less grumpy when I eat. Those mission report meetings we have are brutal if I'm not fully caffeinated," you suggest another reason.

"Nice try Y/N, but those meetings are only once a week," Nat reminds you and practically wince, how did you ever think the best spy on the planet would let that detail slip past her. "Care to explain away the coffee he brings you the other four days?"

You don't answer, pretending to be interested in reading the label on your drink instead. You remember when Loki started doing it roughly three months ago. One Friday while you were watching a movie together, you complained to him that you had missed breakfast three days in a row that week due to your tight meeting schedule. You hadn't meant for him to do anything about it, you were just venting. The following Monday and every morning since, Loki would stop by your office before he trained with Thor. He brought you a large coffee exactly the way you liked it, even though you don't remember him asking how you took it, and something to eat. You offered to pay him back after the first couple of days but he just smiled and told you not to worry about it.

Wanda laughs at your lack of response, pulling you from your thoughts and asks, "I think it's time for exhibit B, don't you?"

"Oh, of course," Nat smiles and you groan, quickly realizing this was a bad idea.

"Exhibit B, your weekends," Wanda says.

"There is nothing weird about our weekends," you tell them defensively. "What are you talking about?"

"Really Y/N?" Wanda says. "You're going to pretend you and Loki aren't going on dates all the time?"

"We aren't dating," you respond, this time you don't bother to force a smile. "We just like going to the same places."

"The two of you spend every minute of the weekend together," Nat chimes in. "I don't think Wanda spends as much time with Viz as you spend with Loki."

"It's not my fault Loki is more interesting than Vision," you reply quickly, earning a loud laugh from Nat and an eye roll from Wanda.

Natasha wasn't exactly wrong though. Over the last four months you and Loki had gone to art galleries, museums, plays and parks all across the city. These outings would have been truly amazing dates... if you were dating but you weren't. You think back to last weekend when you took him to the Winter Village at Bryant Park for the first time. Your fingers begin to play with the necklace you bought from one of the many artists who had set up stalls there. You were wearing gloves so Loki offered to put it on you, gently sweeping your hair away from your neck as he stood behind you to fasten the clasp. You hadn't been able to stop blushing when his fingers brushed against your skin but thankfully you could blame your red cheeks on the sudden cold breeze.

"Y/N," Wanda says, tossing a balled up napkin at you to get your attention. "Thinking about your next date night?"

You sigh and shake your head no. "Can't you both just let this go? We're going to waste the whole night on this."

"I only have one more exhibit to prove that you are dating, then we will leave you alone," Wanda says and you reluctantly agree to hear it, knowing she will tell you either way. "Exhibit C, you sleep in his apartment way too often. I mean really Y/N, I don't know why you pay rent at your place when you sleep with him two or three times a week."

"Ah, remember two weeks ago?" Nat asks Wanda and she nods. "How many nights in a row did you sleep with Loki?" she asks you with a smirk.

You sigh, "First off, stop saying it like that. I'm not sleeping with him, I sleep at his place. Secondly..." you pause not wanting to answer her question. "Five but you know that was because of the weather."

"Once in a while I get, but that many times in a row and you are practically living with him. I would bet you even have your own toothbrush and a drawer or two at his place," Wanda jokes.

You bite your lip before you respond, you did have a toothbrush and a few things stored in Loki's apartment. He had suggested you leave some items there so you were more comfortable since you slept over so often.

"I only sleep there cause he worries about me getting home safe if it's after a certain time, like if we are out until midnight on the weekends or I work really late during the week," you explain truthfully then add, "And sometimes I accidentally fall asleep at his place if we're watching a movie and he just lets me sleep. It's really not a big deal."

"Mmhmm..." Nat nods.

"I know that look Nat so don't even say it. I've already told you, nothing happens. Loki always offers me his bed and he takes the couch in his living area," you add quickly.

"Damn," Nat laughs and pretends to look disappointed.

"Now, you've finished with your 'facts' that prove nothing. He's just my best friend, that's it," you say, desperately trying to avoid talking about Loki any longer. "Can we please move onto something else?"

"Come on, what else do we need to do to get you to just tell us the truth," Wanda says.

"We aren't together," you tell them for what feels like the hundredth time.

"You can't lie to us," Nat says as if she didn't hear you, "Out with it."

"He's not mine!" you hear yourself say loudly and the smiles fall from their faces.

You look at them both silently, suddenly feeling too exposed as you finally give up on pretending you were unbothered by their constant questions and accusations. You slowly shift so you are sitting with your legs tucked underneath you, pressing your back into the couch. Picking up one of the pillows from between you and Nat, you hold it against your chest almost as if you are trying to hide yourself.

"He's not... he's not mine," you repeat again, a bit quieter this time. "He never was and he never will be. I'm just his best friend," you say.

"Wait... no, you really aren't together?" Nat asks almost in disbelief and you nod.

"I- we honestly thought you were just trying to keep it a really bad secret. I had no idea... I'm so sorry," Wanda says softly. "We never should have pushed you so hard."

"I'm sorry too Y/N but why aren't you two dating?" Nat asks. "The two of you seem so perfect for each other."

You shake your head then lower your face into the pillow to hide the gathering tears. "What did you say?" Wanda asks when you mumble something in response to Nat. You can feel her sitting on the arm of the couch as she gently tries to pull the pillow away from your face.

You cling to it tightly but allow her to lower it a bit. "I said... he would never want to date me," you tell them without looking up. "I'm not his type," you feel the first few tears slip free and fall down your cheeks.

You pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands and wipe your eyes. "Loki is a freaking prince and a God. Why would he want someone like me?" you ask them the question you had been asking yourself since you realized you were in love with him.

"Someone like you?" Nat repeats your question. "Because you are amazing Y/N. You're incredibly funny, clever and-"

You interrupt Nat, "But I'm not beautiful."

"What?" Wanda asks. "Y/N, of course you are."

"No, I'm not beautiful," you tell them. "I know what I look like, I'm short and I'm significantly overweight... I could lose a hundred pounds and I would still be nothing like the women Loki dates. They have all been tall and thin, perfect just like he is," you say, keeping your head down. "He's been with models, socialites, actresses and literal princesses when he lived on Asgard. Why would he ever want me when he could have them?"

You put one hand over your face as you lose the battle to hold back your tears. "I'm such an idiot," you say more to yourself than your friends. "I let myself fall in love with my best friend even though I know he will never love me back," you grip the pillow tighter to your body and keep your eyes closed behind your other hand.

You feel a hand gently settle on your knee, squeezing lightly to comfort you. You appreciate the gesture until you realize you no longer feel Nat and Wanda sitting on either side of you. You sniffle and wipe your eyes, your heart beginning to race as you recognize your favorite smell, Loki's cologne.

"Y/N," Loki says almost in a whisper. He looks up at you as he kneels on the carpet in front of you.

"No," you say in disbelief as you stand up, tossing aside the pillow.

"Wait-" he says but you ignore him, desperately avoiding his gaze.

"No, no, no," you repeat as you realize Loki heard you say you loved him. If he heard that, what else had he heard? Before he can say anything else you grab your phone off the coffee table and leave the common area as quickly as possible.

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[buckyalpine]

Can you do a angst ending for boundaries......

Your fics are a work of art.........

Thank you so much! 💕 This goes against everything I stand for but because you asked so nicely... I'll do it just once 

Bucket x reader, Steve x Sharon, Thor, Sam, Wanda, Nat x reader (platonic)

Angsty part 2 for Boundaries 

Warnings: Angst, cheating, violence, no happy ending 

Word count 1k

A/N: I don’t really do pure angst/cheating fics because I find it triggering so this will probably be one of the few times I write something like this. Also, I called him Bucket for a reason. 

You nearly threw up watching Bucky fuck Sharon into oblivion, pure filth dripping from his lips as he continued to rail her from behind. She moaned for him, chanting his name, letting him degrade her, his thrusts meeting hers as she slammed her hips down.

You could feel your heart aching, cold sweat covering your body as you silently left the room, unable to bring yourself to look at them anymore. You sat alone in the hallway, heaving as you replayed the images in your head.

Back at the bar

Thor sat up wide eyed, he definitely saw the hammer move. Steve held his hands up in defeat, sitting back down to take a swing of his beer.

“I guess only Thors worthy” he smiled, scanning the room for his girlfriend. “Has anyone seen Sharon?”

Nat shook her head, “Couldn’t find Bucky or y/n either”

“They must have gone to sleep, Bucky isn’t a fan of parties anyway” Steve shrugged, starting to worry about if Sharon was okay.

Wanda hissed, she could feel her heart drop, surges of pain and feelings of heart break flowing through her.

“Whats wrong” Nat eyed Wanda, watching her flinch, touching her head as if she were in distress.

“Something’s wrong” She shook her head, closing her eyes, trying to focus, “I- I can feel her pain”

“Whose pain?” Nat stood up, worry rising in her chest.

“I’m going to go check on y/n” Wanda shook her head, the pain growing stronger as she stood up making her way through the crowd. Nat followed her, both red heads gasping when they saw you on the sitting in the hallway floor.

“Y/n?!” Wanda ran towards you, cupping your face in her hands, “honey what’s wrong, talk to me”

You shook your head, no longer crying. You felt dead inside, wordlessly pointing to the office.

Nat and Wanda burst through the office, freezing when they saw the debauched sighed in front of them. Sharon screaming, trying to cover herself before Nat lunged for her.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Nat, I- Nat grabbed the back of Sharon’s head, yanking her off Bucky before slapping her across the face.

“HOW COULD YOU?!” Wanda’s eyes flashed red, rage flowing through her veins as she flashed the imagine in front of her to the rest of the group.

“You fucking bitches” She hissed, stalking towards Sharon, grabbing her and throwing her into the hall.

Steve ran towards the hall, his heart beating erratically, it couldn’t be true, they wouldn’t do that to him. His heart dropped seeing Sharon in the hallway, struggling to put her dress back on, a red hand print fresh on her face. His chest heaved with rage, shoving past her, grabbing Bucky by the shirt, punching his jaw.

“How?!”

Bucky couldn’t say a word, his chest tightening with guilt. The sound of a door being ripped off its hinges traveled through the room as Thor entered, pushing Steve off to slam Bucky against the wall.

You stared at Sharon as she fixed her dress, pretending she hadn’t noticed you. You stood up, grabbing her by the throat, pressing her against the wall, your fingers wrapping around her neck perfectly.

“Why”

Sharon gasped, clawing at your arm as you squeezed further, cocking your head, your eyes glaring daggers into her. You moved closer to her, your voice a menacing whisper “Tell me why”

Nat and Wanda held back, guarding the door as Steve and Thor took turns punching Bucky. They’d sent Tony and Sam away to keep people out of the hall.

Sharon shook her head, unable to think of an answer, her arrogance and ego getting the best of her. After all, you were the quietest of the group, you wouldn’t actually do anything.

“Why don’t you ask you boyfriend” She sneered, immediately silenced when you pulled the knife strapped in your thigh holster, pressing it against her neck.

“I plan on it. I will most definitely ask my ex, but I’m asking you first”

Sharon remained silent, tears streaming down her face as she looked around, hoping someone would help her. Bitch?

“It was a mistake” She whimpered, her eyes pleading with you. You nodded, removing the knife from her neck, only to reel your fist back, punching her square in the jaw. You could feel your skin tear but the sight of her bloodied teeth on the tiles brought you a tinge of satisfaction.

Steve dragged Bucky out, throwing him onto the floor before walking away. Sam followed him out, while Bucky fell to his knees in front of you tears streaming down his bloodied face.

“Baby please”

You cupped his face, wiping a few of his tears before connecting his face with your knee.

“How could you” you spat, rage and sadness flowing through you seeing him beg and plead for you. Your heart shattered; moments ago, he was the love of your life, your everything. The adrenaline started to wear off, tears streaming down your face as you screamed, falling to your knees.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!” You could feel your insides burning, your hands gripping your hair, eyes squeezed shut remembering the way his voice sounded, his face contorting with pleasure. “WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

Bucky moved to hold you before Thor pulled him off.

“Don’t touch her” he growled, cradling you in his arms, rubbing your back to sooth you. He held you as you cried, carrying you off with Wanda, shielding you away from Bucky.

“You’re leaving here and you’re never coming back” Nat grabbed Sharon off the floor, dragging her to the exit.

That night Bucky cried. He suffered. He thought he knew pain but not like this. You cried hearing his screams down the hall way. But it was over.

You never looked his way again.

Steve no longer spoke to him.

He’d lost everything.

Part 1 here 

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[the-authoress-writes]

Bradley’s Uncle(s) (And Dad)

Synopsis: The Daggers look through Mav’s TOPGUN class yearbook.

What they see surprises most of them.

In other related news, Bradley would like to bleach his brain.

And his ears.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by this tumblr post, and I churned it out in about half an hour.

I posted this on my main blog, @oh-great-authoress, eleven days ago, but it makes me cackle to the point that I feel that you guys on my fanfiction sideblog should see this too.

Title is inspired by the Fountains of Wayne classic, “Stacy’s Mom”.

Warnings: None, really, but the events of TG:M are completely canon for this, so a certain Admiral is unfortunately not with us in this ficlet.

The daggers were gathered at Mav’s hangar for their weekly get together, when one of them—not Jake, surprisingly—decided to snoop around Mav’s bookshelf.

Fanboy was looking at all the gathered NATOPS’ from various aircraft, when he spied the thin, blue-spined book entitled “TOPGUN Class One, 1986”.

“Hey Mav?” Mickey called out.

“Yeah, kiddo?” came the voice from the trailer, where Mav was heating the food Payback had brought.

“Do you mind if I take a look at one of your books?”

“Knock yourself out!”

“Thanks!” Mickey replied, immediately taking the yearbook, and moving over to the living area, where most of the daggers were. “Hey guys, look what I found!

It’s—”

“Damn—haven’t seen that in an age,” Rooster breathed, rubbing a hand over his upper lip.

“What is that?” Hangman asked, leaning forward, curious as ever.

“It’s Mav’s TOPGUN class yearbook,” Mickey explained as he laid it out. “Mav said I could take a look.”

The first photo was of the whole class together, and more than a few of the daggers silently chuckled at the fact that Mav was one of the shortest people in his class.

There were a few photos included that were also visible on the hangar walls, the versions in the yearbook printed with a small “Courtesy of Carole Bradshaw” or “Courtesy of Pete “Maverick” Mitchell” in the corner.

Then they came to the section with everyone’s official Navy portrait, when suddenly, Phoenix reached out, and grabbed the book, wide-eyed.

“What?” Rooster asked, speaking for everyone, shocked and worried.

She pointed vaguely at the page, her mouth slack.

Halo immediately turned away and spat out her drink.

“Hey Cal, you okay?” Omaha rushed over.

“Yeah,” she rasped, coughing and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I just—I never expected Admiral Kazansky to be hot!”

The other daggers immediately leaned to look at the book, and true enough, there was twenty-six year-old Thomas “Iceman” Kazansky in all his youthful glory.

“Well, I’ll be damned, who knew the late COMPACFLT could give me a run for my money?” Jake whistled, while everyone else save Bradley blinked incredulously, trying to reconcile the image they had of Admiral Kazansky with the image they were seeing.

Phoenix scoffed, leafing through the portraits section, “Most of Mav’s class could give you a run for your money, Bagman, you’re hardly God’s gift to women.

And even now, Mav could give you a run for your money,” she declared, ignoring the Texan’s dramatic gasp.

“I know, right, Nat—I mean, you saw those abs—who has those abs at fifty-seven?” Halo whisper-shouted.

“Oh, yeah.” She paused, then blinked. “Gotta admit, though, young Mav hits different.”

Halo leaned and nodded, an admiring smile on her face. “Ooh, yeah, he could totally get it.”

A sharp sound pulled the two women away from their musing, and they turned to see Bradley had slammed his beer bottle down on the coffee table, and he was striding away towards the airstream. “Roo, what are you doing?” Natasha shouted.

“Nope!

No!

I’m not listening to you guys thirsting over my dad and uncles!

No!!”

It’s Traumatize Bradley hours in this blog I guess 😂!

If you look at the nametags they’re all wearing in TG86, the second row says “TOPGUN 1”, so I’m assuming that there’s more than one TOPGUN session a year, at least in the TG/TG:M universe.

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[jstarr86]

I sat watching my son as he played. He was the spitting image of his father, the man he didn’t know and it wasn’t for lack of interest his dad didn’t know he existed. I’d gotten pregnant and ran off leaving my whole world behind and moving. My son was the product of a half drunk night of passion between me and one of my closest friends. I found out 8 weeks later I was pregnant and left in the middle of the night back to America. His dad I’d fallen for my best friend and it scared me cause I figured he wouldn’t look at me the same I was always one of the boys. The First Lady of Bullet Club they’d always tell me. I’d kept with him we’d been friends for years since I started at New Japan. They’d blown me up when I first left and I changed the number I freaked I didn’t wanna ruin his life he had the world ahead of him but I followed his success I was proud of him. Sometimes I wondered what it had been like if I hadn’t ran away, if I didn’t bail. How he would have reacted would he had been mad, happy I know he’d been shocked what would he had done if I told him how I felt. I had no doubts regardless he’d had stepped up and been a amazing father. Sometimes I’d think about telling him but I couldn’t especially not after leaving he’d think I was full of shit and I was scared of how much he’d hate me. But there was no denying him that was his twin. I looked up as I saw movement ending my daydreaming he’d taken off as I ran after him

“Stop!” I sighed “Alipate Tevita Leone!” I yelled I saw someone grab him and ran pushing them “get the hell-“ I stopped looking into the eyes of one of my friends and gasped

“Nat?!”

“You got a kid!”

“Where the fuck have you been!”

“I- I gotta go.” I grabbed my son and went to leave from the three brothers my eyes having never left Tamas. Who immediately stood in my way blocking me.

“Nah you ain’t leaving you been running you ran away 5 years ago and no one could find you and now you got a kid.”

“I-“

“He has my fucking name Natasha.”

“Oh shit.”

“Woah little man stop running off.” T picked him up as he reached for him and I saw him and their younger brother look between my son and their brother in shock. They looked just alike and now that they were near each other it was even more obvious.

“Is- he’s mine.”

“Can we not do this in a fucking public park.”

“Fine we can go to your house.”

“Fine.”

“Come here baby.”

“No.” I closed my eyes sighing as he leaned his head on T “me stay.”

“I’ll carry him, if it’s cool.”

“Fine, stubborn.”

“I’m not ubburn.”

“Stubborn.”

“Stubbon.” They chuckled as we walked me I was having a mental fucking breakdown. Tama was pissed I could see it all over his face but i understood he literally just ran into his child he never knew about a 4 year old spitting image of him. T strapped him in the car seat and shut the door.

“Here’s my address.” I handed them.

“Oh hell naw I’m riding with your ass before you pull some more shit.”

“Shit.” I rolled my eyes looking at him “shit, shit.”

“Tevita.” I sternly said looking at him

“Orry.” He mumbled

“You named him after us.”

“I yeah I- can we talk about this in 10 minutes please.”

“Yeah go bro we’ll meet you.” Getting in the car Tama got in slamming my door

“I understand your upset but don’t break my car.” He glared at me as I started the car I glanced at him seeing the anger in his body language.

“How old is he?”

“He turns 5 in a week his um his birthday is the same day as T.” 10 long minutes later I pulled in my drive. Ali was asleep and I lifted him in my arms as I carried him and his backpack and grabbed my keys which Tama jerked from my hand opening the door. I walked to his room and placed him on top of his blankets I turned jumping as Tama stood silently arms crossed in the doorway as he looked around. I knew he liked it he liked xman and comics and I saw him eye the nightcrawler poster a copy of the same I’d bought him once for his birthday. There was also a image of their mask in a picture the face paint they always wore. I walked out going into the living room “Don’t guys want a drink?”

“Fuck the drink when the fuck we’re you gonna tell me I have a fucking kid! Were you even gonna fucking tell me!”

“Lower your fucking voice.”

“I think I’ve earned the right to raise my voice.”

“I’m not saying you haven’t I’m saying lower your voice because he’s asleep dammit.”

“Don’t start.”

“Both of you stop.” T said “you both need to sit down and talk calmly.”

“Talk Natasha.”

“I.” I sighed “you remember that night?”

“The night we fucked yeah I do.”

“Well I found out I was pregnant.”

“So you ran away is that why you up and dipped.”

“Yes.”

“How could you keep that from me what the fuck.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you I was scared ok, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship more and I didn’t want to fuck up your career.”

“What!”

“I didn’t want you to be obligated and stuck because of our friendship and I fell for you and I was scared Pate ok. I know it wasn’t right and I know sorry don’t fix it.”

“So instead of talking to me like any sane person you just decided for yourself this life changing decision. You robbed OUR child of a parent and me of being one.”

“I know and I’m sorry I know sorry doesn’t fix it but I didn’t want to ruin you.”

“It wouldn’t have ruined me dumbass.” He was so mad his tan face red. “You know I loved you.”

“As a friend as a sister-“

“No I fucking feel in love with you. I never got to tell you cause you disappeared”

“Bullshit you had 8 weeks before I left to tell me I was 8 weeks when I found out.”

“I was scared it was already a bit weird between us after we fucked I didn’t wanna ruin it more telling you I fell in love with your ass.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Cause you ran away you should have told me we could have did this together instead you robbed him and me, I’ve missed everything your pregnancy his birth his first words his first steps his first day of school you took that all from me and I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for that, that was a bitch move Natasha.”

“I know and his first word was dada.”

“I hate you.”

“I deserve that.”

“When was he born you named him after us.” T said much calmer than his brother.

“On your birthday.”

“What?” He said looking at me

“His birthday is May 7th he was born at 4:20 in the morning. He was 8 pounds 7 ounces and 23 inches long with a head full of hair and is his twin. He loves comics and wrestling he loves climbing trees. His favorite food is pizza and mangoes ”

“Well Pate can’t deny him shit he looks just like him.”

“I know. And I named him after you guys because it was a way for him to have a piece of you guys-“

“He should have had his father and his family in his fucking life is what he should have had.”

“I know that ok I fucked up.”

“Yeah you think.”

“You two need to stop fighting.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” We both said to Taula. We looked at each other as we spoke simultaneously.

“That hasn’t changed.” He said looking between us

“I looked everywhere for you I’ve been looking.”

“I-“

“If you say sorry one more time I’m having my sister beat your ass for me.”

“I deserve it.”

“Yeah you really do. Why would you do this to me, especially if you loved me? Does he even know about me?”

“He knows he has a dad I told him your a superhero your a good bad guy and beat up other bad guys with his uncles.”

“That’s what you told him?”

“It was the easiest explanation I could give him without breaking his heart every time he asked where you were.”

“You should have brought him to me.”

“How and say oh hey you got a kid, after how I left, be real would you have believed me or thought I was full of shit springing a kid on you.”

“I- he looks just like me not much I could deny.” He sighed angrily “you had no right to make that decision without me he’s half of me I had a right to know and instead you bitched out and ran like a kid instead of being a woman he’s almost 5 Natasha 5 and I missed all of that there isn’t a way to get it back for me or him not only did you keep him from me all this time you kept him from his father who he asked about. That’s selfish as fuck that ain’t you.”

“I’m sorry ok I thought at the time I was making the right choice and when I realized it wasn’t it was too late.”

“It was never too late I’d been pissed shit I’m pissed now and to know I’d never had found out hurts because if it wasn’t for him running and going past us you’d never had told me.” I couldn’t argue I don’t know if I ever would have seeked him out. I turned my head as he stormed out back and I started crying. T walked up hugging me.

“He’s just pissed Nat it’s a lot to take in.”

“He hates me T.”

“No he don’t he never has he’s just confused hurt and upset. He still loves you.”

“Bullshit even if he did he fucking hates me now. I fucked up.”

“You did it was really dumb and not fair to anyone he had a right to know and to have a say but everyone fucks up-“

“Not like this.”

“You were scared I get it and you felt in the moment you’d made the right choice, but he’s right he would have been there for you career or not and it wouldn’t have ruined anything.”

“He’s never gonna forgive me.”

“He will it’ll just take awhile. My brother still cares for you.”

“Do you guys want dinner?”

“Sure but let’s order something you two need to talk.”

“I need to let him cool off.” I grabbed a beer handing them each one before I grabbed a third. I walked outside seeing his head in his hands I sat the beer next to him as he looked at me and I saw tears in his eyes. All the years I’d known him he’d never cried. I walked off when he grabbed my hand.

“I’m mad at you.”

“I know you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you I’m just really fucking pissed we gotta kid that you hid. I you went through that shit alone Nat.”

“I should have told you if I could change it I would I’ve lived with that guilt for years and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Well we gotta figure this out cause I’m not leaving him Natasha that’s my kid I’ve already missed enough.”

“I wouldn’t make you.”

“But you’d keep him a secret for 5 years.”

“Pate.” I said blinking as tears feel down my face my guilt eating me

“Mommy.” I looked up hearing his soft voice as he looked between us. “You cry.”

“I’m fine baby.”

“Meanie you make mommy cry.”

“Baby it ain’t his fault mommy was mean to him, can come here sweetheart.” He walked up looking between us “hi are you mommy’s friend.”

“I- yeah little man.”

“What’s your name?”

“Pate.” I silently cried watching the two

“That’s my name Alipate. Mommy said I’m named after daddy and uncle they beats up bad guys.”

“Yeah they do. My names Alipate too.” Our son stopped looking at him and looking at me

“Mommy why are you crying.” He wiped my face

“I just am baby. I’ll be ok.”

“Do you- are you my daddy?” Tama slowly nodded at him as I heard our sons soft gasp and he turned to me “mommy it’s daddy! Daddy!” He jumped into his arms and I watched Tama hold him to his chest as he cried I was a horrible human I’d kept these two apart. Tama looked at me

“I’m so sorry I’m sorry.” I mouthed and he nodded closing his eyes. Our son soon pulled back a bit

“Why you cry daddy.”

“I missed you bud.”

“I missed you too. I knew you’d come back mommy always says you love me and missed me and I always said you’d come home are you done fighting bad guys.”

“I always fight bad guys buddy but I’m here ok, and I’m not leaving like that again I’ll still have beat up the bad guys but I’ll be home.”

5 YEARS LATER

It took awhile but we’d gotten on better terms and after a year we admitted we still loved each other. We admitted it after living together a bit we’d moved in together during Covid when the world shut down. He was home stuck and he’d decided with a lock down he wasn’t leaving our son and we ended up getting back together during it.

“Daddy Ali being mean.” Our 2 years old said looking at her dad as he picked her up. He went to say something to him he was 10 and was getting annoyed she always wanted him so he’d occasionally be mean to her. Amelika Samena Leone was born October 31st my water had broken while we were trick or treating I almost had to get a C-section with her Pate said she was his late birthday present. 8 months after her birth we got married, on the beach in Florida his parents watching the kids while he took me to Tonga for our honeymoon. I grabbed the box I’d hidden and took it to Pate we were having a cookout for Father’s Day.

“Hey you got one more gift.”

“Forreal what.” I handed him the box watching as he opened it the heart slightly moved and he removed it seeing what it said and the picture in the box as his eyes shot to mine and then my stomach. “You shittin me?” I shook my head as a huge smile broke on his face as he jumped up lifting me into his arms.

“What she get him.”

“Oh shit!” Taula said as he’d picked it up seeing what it was

“”We having a baby!” He yelled kissing me. “I love you girl.”

“I love you too handsome.”

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The Devils Angels 🎸

Chapter 9: Dancing by myself

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The following morning, you thought you’d stay in bed for a while longer and not because you were low-key a bit heartbroken, simply just because the sun rays were coating you right now. For the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t have to get up and go to work or to college or anything, you were able to enjoy your time without the fear of having to worry about money. That’s the only positive about having an unknown wealthy family member write you in their will, you’re able to live comfortably for a while once they’re gone. Remembering last night, you thought about how heated things got with Loki before you were interrupted. It wouldn’t happen again, you knew that, but it was still a thrilling thought. Feeling amorous and wanting to kickstart the day with a bang, you decided if there wasn’t anyone who could grant you the kind of pleasure you desired, you’d grant it yourself.

As much as you’d never admit it, the thought of Loki ravaging you was the thought you used to cradle you to completion. Imagining his lips trailing over your body, his hands undressing you, him entering you, his breathless praises, the feeling of him above you, the feeling of him finishing inside you quickly had you gripping the sheets.

“Yess.” You breathed, bucking your hips before your door burst open and you gasped, pulling your duvet over you as you rolled onto your stomach, burying your face in your pillow in embarrassment.

“Y/n.” Natasha greeted.

“Natty, there’s something called knocking!” You huffed.

“Yeah and there’s also something called getting laid. I can hear you buzzing from my room.” She quipped “little buzzing bee.”

“Stop!“

“What’s going on with Loki? I thought you were both really hitting it off.” She questioned.

“I think he’s in a relationship.” You sighed, turning to look at her.

“No way!” She gasped, jumping into your bed, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Well last night we were making out in his dressing room and then this girl came in.”

Natasha listened intensely as you explained everything that had happened between you both including Loki referring to you as nothing other than Starks intern. The whole time you remained tightly wrapped underneath your duvet.

“What a dick.” She tutted once you finished speaking.

“Yeah.” You agreed “anyways, how’s things with you and Steve?” You asked quickly, wanting to change the subject.

“I really like him.” She grinned.

“And I think he really likes you.” You smiled.

“Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“I’m not.” You assured “you both look really happy together.”

“It’s early days but I think he’s the one.” She clapped.

You rolled your eyes as you smiled at her. “Im happy for you Natty.” You chucked “now out!”

“Sure you don’t want me to stay?” She teased.

“Haha very funny. Now out.” You repeated before Nat stood up and left, closing your door behind you. Once she was gone, you found yourself no longer in the mood after having informed her about everything that had happened in the short time you had known Loki. You realised that he had practically just used you. Picking your phone up, you decided to google Lokis dating history knowing you’d only regret it later. As soon as you typed his name, pictures of him began flooding the results. Eagerly you looked through, enjoying the image of him shirtless on stage until you found yourself in the mood again. Scrolling through Lokis pictures, you resumed your earlier activity, imagining him in bed with you right now until a picture of he and Marisol kissing came up. You fought the urge to throw your phone as you read the caption.

PDA between the famous rockstar Loki and his new wife to be

You read the words, then read them again as you blanched. How on earth was it that you didn’t know who Loki was until you saw him and also wife to be? Clicking the article , you discovered that it was three years old meaning that—

“Oh my god” you gasped.

Loki was probably married by now.

You felt disgusted with the realisation that Loki didn’t just cheat on his girlfriend, he cheated on his wife. You were his other woman—nearly his other woman. This was all wrong, disgusting. You quickly cleared your search engine vowing to yourself that you’d never think of Loki again. Out of sight out of mind.

Getting up and doing a stretch, you made your way towards the bathroom, brushing your teeth before shouting a quick “bye” to Nat who was leaving. You grabbed a towel, about to enter the shower until the front door knocked. Guessing Natasha had left her keys, you headed towards the door with the towel wrapped around you before opening it.

“Loki?” You spoke being met with him at your door.

Nat on her way to find Loki 😂

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[marvel-writer-101]

On the forth of July...

Hiya! So this is one of my first times writing a story like this, so feed back is appreciated! This is an Avenger Y/n story! If people like this i might make a part two! Also i wrote this at 3 am so its probably really bad lmao

Inspo for this: "On the forth of July.. We're all gonna die..." Tiktok trend/ Forth of July by Sufjan Stevens

Y/n's power; They can see future deaths and if needed can see how someone dies

CONTAINS: angst, death mentions, unintentional killing, crying

Word count: 1027

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Ever since you became a hero, you were always such a help. I mean, you could tell the deaths in the next missions so they knew who to send, what could ever go wrong?

"Kid, mission coming up, deaths?"

"One sec!" You say, closing your eyes for a moment, "nope! All good! Send whoever!"

Or one time,

"Y/n, mission, deaths?"

"Let me check!" You focus for a minute, "Dont send Tony or Wanda, anyone else is fine."

But there was once.. There was a mission coming up, an important one. Everyone had to train for a while to prepare, there was no one who could stay back. But they forgot one important step... To check the deaths.

"Alright, everyone show us what you got." Everyone takes turns fighting each other to show their improvement.

"CRAP-!" You shout, getting knocked back as you train with Natasha.

"Language!"

"Ow i got a nosebleed." You say, running over to grab a tissue.

"Suck it up, how many times have you gotten a nosebleed during a battle." Nat says, crossing her arms.

"Okay yeah but im not in battle right now so I'm wiping it now."

You wipe your nose and get back to training with Nat. She hits you just a bit too hard in the head and you stumble back onto the ground and clutch your head. "My bad Y/n!! You alright?"

"I'm fine!" You say, getting up, but being too dizzy and stumbling back down, "ooooor not..."'

"Take a moment, dont overwork yourself Y/n." Tony says, watching over you.

"I think I'm gonna take a break for a bit.." You say with a light laugh, cautiously standing up.

That repeated everyday. Training, injury, break, end, sleep, repeat.

Then there was one day.. The day you will never forget. This day you were training with Tony.

You were casually training, when as per usual you got knocked over. You closed your eyes to take a deep breath. In doing this you accidentally used your powers. You start shaking.

"Kid you alright?"

"Hey uhm.. When is out big mission again..?..!" You ask, trying not to sound panicked.

"July 4th.. Why?"

Tears start to fall from your eyes.

"Kid what's wrong?"

"On the forth of July... We're all gonna die.."

This causes everyone to stop and look at you.

"Kid what do you mean?" Tony says, kneeling down to you being a mess on the floor.

"We never checked the deaths... The deaths.. Deaths.. My powers.. Everyone's going to die oh god.. No no no no..." You pitifully explain through waves of anguish.

Everyone looks around at each other, shocked and upset. The entire room is filled with despair.

You look up at everyone, "there is one thing I could do.. To help prevent it.." You say, clearly not liking what you are about to say.

"And that is..?" Tony asks.

"I can see how everyone dies.. So we dont get into the situation.."

You look around at everyone, "I dont exactly like doing this but for the sake of our lives.." You go around to each person, explaining to them how they will die. Then you get to Tony. You close your eyes to focus, the image of his death pops into your head. Your eyes go wide. "OH MY GOD!" You shout, staring at the floor with disgust, "I'm going to puke-!" You say, taking a wave of deep breaths.

"Calm down kid.. Calm down.."

"I HAVE HAD TO SEE THE IMAGE OF ALL OF YOU DYING. I CAN NOT CALM DOWN TONY. I JUST HAD TO SEE YOU- YOU- you..." You press your head on the floor, the image of his dead body stuck in your head. "The worst part was that... It was caused by one of us.." A few gasps are heard as you lift up your head.

"I dont know who.. I didn't stay that long to see.."

"Y/n.. You dont have to look again to see if you dont want to, its alright.." Tony says, putting his arm on your shoulder.

"Its your life Tony.. I'm going to check.." And with that you close your eyes again, flinching as you once again see the horrendous sight of blood on the battle field. After a bit, you open your eyes. "Me..." You get confused looks.

"Me... I was the cause of.. It was my fault.." You say, wide eyed. "I hit against something.. It caused a tree branch to fall on top of you.." You feel like you're going to throw up again the image of everyone's deaths plastered in your mind, "Tony.. I am so sorry.." You whisper, staring back at the ground.

"Kid, it's not your fault, c'mon.. Get up." He says, getting up and holding out a hand. Tony leads everyone out to the meeting room.

"Okay, Y/n, i know you dont want to, but we have to go over everyone's death so we all live."

The meeting lasts about an hour, you expertly avoid talking about Tony's death.

"Alright, that was everyone's death, right?" You say, knowing damn well who you missed.

"Y/n." Natasha says, staring you down.

"Look you know I dont want to talk about Tony's death!"

You then explain, trying to hold back tears, how to avoid death.

After the meeting, everyone tries to go on like normal, but everyone knows the air is tense. The days pass on closer to the battle.

You get more and more anxious as they pass, knowing one wrong move and everyone is dead. You also know that you have to plan out what to do in a situation where something does in fact go wrong. Well, if this person dies, then this person is in danger but if that person dies then this person will too. There are so many risks and upcoming factors.

You now lay in your bed, a day before the battle, panicking. You stay up until about 3am, unable to sleep. Then you finally do.

You wake up the next morning.

"Suit up everyone!" You hear somebody shout - probably Tony. So you do, and with that, everyone sets out for battle.

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Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 26/37 | Part Twenty Five, Part Twenty Seven

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

"Tony is coming after you two."

I feel as though I'm floating through space. I can see my old memories as if they're floating past me on clouds. I see the visions Wanda put in my mind as well, floating by with the memories. The illusion of myself in the mirror keeps coming back to me. The whisper resounds in my head.

I see the silhouette from Wanda's memory and the glowing red eyes seem to look into my soul. I hear the familiar whisper, it's like the silhouette is trying to tell me something. But what does it mean? What answer do I have?

The image quickly fades into the rest of those passing by. I see old memories from my childhood, from me being smuggled into America, teaching my students, saying goodbye to Bucky, all of it.

The memories seem to move quicker, and some of them begin to disappear. The clouds keep moving quickly in my mind until there are only a few that keep replaying. I see myself talking about the algorithm I want to make to free Bucky, followed by the silhouette. I hear myself talk about how I think I can place the algorithm in his mind, but when I mention the surgical laser, an image of Wanda's red magic pops into my mind.

As if I had been resuscitated, I wake with a start. I sit up straight and take a gasping breath. It all makes sense. The lights are bright in the room, and I see I'm surrounded by Fury, Nat, and Bucky. They all share an equal look of concern.

"Adalyn are you okay? What happened?" Bucky asks and pushes some of my hair out of my face. I smile softly at him and put a hand on his cheek,

"I have the answer." I say, my throat feeling dry. I feel as if I could cry tears of joy, I really am so close this time. Closer than I've ever been.

"What answer?" He asks, still confused about what is happening.

"The answer to getting the programming out of you. She showed me the way." I say and look to the others in the room.

"What do you mean she showed you? What happened in there?" Nat asks.

"Well, she showed me three things. One of them was a manipulation of one of my own memories, one was her own memory, and the other I'm not quite sure what it was." I say, voice trailing off at the end. I really don't know how to categorize the illusion of my own reflection speaking to me.

"Did she hurt you?" Fury asks, I shake my head.

"Not at all. Her powers are insanely advanced. It does have a connection to the gem back at Tony's building. She was able to get inside my mind and look at every memory I've ever made. It's incredible." I say, remembering that she told me she knew about Bucky.

"I don't know how you manage to do it, Averina." Fury shakes his head with a smile and walks out of the room. I look between Nat and Bucky who still have questions.

"What was it like?" Nat asks. I lick my lips quickly, and try to figure out how to describe it.

"Well, it was weird. It's like reality. It all felt very real." I say and touch my neck, still being able to feel Bucky's metal hand around my throat. Nat nods and doesn't push the issue any more.

"I should probably follow Fury out and see what he wants done. I think you should just take it easy for the rest of the day." She says and walks out of the room, leaving Bucky and I alone.

The infirmary is cold, and everything is blindingly white. The cool metal table I'm on is uncomfortable and starting to make my body hurt. I slide off the table, thankful that my balance is back to normal. I feel completely back to normal physically. Mentally, it's like my eyes have finally been opened.

"Let's get back to the room, I have some things I want to talk with you about." I say and he nods. We walk back to the room and I sit on the bed. I'm not sure what to bring up first. Bucky sits next to me on the bed and quietly waits for me to say something. I place a hand on his leg and look into his eyes,

"She showed me how to get the programming out of your mind. All I have to do is get the algorithm written and put into the gem's matrix, and then she can use her powers to put it in you. It might sound crazy but I think it'll work." I say and wait for his reaction.

He's quiet. He rubs a hand over his face and scrunches his eyebrows together. I feel a nervous twist in my stomach. What if he's opposed to the idea? I know it can be a lot to take in but I don't think I saw those illusions in that order by pure coincidence or accident. It had to have meant something. He puts his hand overtop of mine and nods his head,

"I trust you. If you think it'll work, then I trust your judgment." He quietly says. I let go of a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"I'm going to talk to her about it, just to be sure it will work. I don't think she showed me that on accident, I think she was leading me to this conclusion. If I'm wrong about this, then we can always do it the way I originally planned. One way or another it will be done, we're almost there." I say and squeeze his hand.

"You know whenever she was showing you things, or whatever it was, I thought you were going to die. It didn't look natural, Adalyn. Your eyes were red, just like the stuff coming out of her hands. I thought I was going to lose you." He says, and I hear the struggle in his voice. I stand from my spot on the bed and stand in front of him, bringing him in for a hug.

I didn't realize what it looked like to them, how terrifying it was. The last thing I ever want to do is scare Bucky. I run my fingers through his hair and place a kiss on top of his head as he holds me close. His arms are wrapped around my waist, his face resting on my chest.

"I'll never leave you Buck. It's going to take more than a little bit of magic to get rid of me." I say to try and lighten the mood. I feel like everything has been so heavy lately, and I fear it's going to start taking a toll on Bucky, if it hasn't already.

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you." He whispers.

"I don't know what I would do without you either." I whisper back and take in the silence.

I go to sit next to him and debate telling him about the illusion Wanda showed me about my father and the stage. I don't want him to feel guilty about something he never did but I think it's fascinating how she can manipulate memories like that.

"Bucky, she showed me a manipulated memory of when we were back in Siberia. She showed my father coming in and yelling at me, and when I went to follow him I was at the stage. You were there, and you begged me to not push the button. I undid the restraints and you choked me out. It was the most terrifying thing, it all seemed so real." I say.

"I would never-" He starts to say but I cut him off,

"I know. It wasn't really you, it's like a fabricated you. Something entirely conjured by her magic from my memory. It was the weirdest thing I've ever experienced. And she showed me a memory from herself, when she got the powers. There was a silhouette and it's like it stared right through my soul but it gave me the answer. I think the silhouette, whatever it was, led me to the answer of using her powers to implement the algorithm." I explain to him.

I didn't want to seem insane in front of Fury or Nat, and I know I can trust Bucky with anything I say. I didn't want the other to think I had been driven mad by the exposure to her powers. It doesn't entirely make sense to me, how her powers work, but I guess I'll have to chalk that up to the unknown.

"This is all a little over my head but we're in confusing times. Not everything makes sense. But I'm grateful for it I guess. If I can get this stuff out of my mind then I'm okay with not understanding everything." He says and looks into my eyes. His bright blue eyes are hopeful. I nod my head, agreeing with him.

I hear a buzz sound come from the side table and Bucky moves to grab the phone he had put there. The phone was meant for Bruce or Steve to gives us updates about what Tony is doing. Hopefully it's good news, we can always use a little more of that.

Bucky reads the screen and clenches his jaw. Maybe it's not good news after all. I feel my stomach drop, I have a feeling I know exactly what the text says. Bucky hands the phone over to me and I see it's a text from Bruce telling me to call him immediately. With slightly shaking hands I take the phone and call the number. It rings a few times,

"Adalyn." I hear Bruce's breathless voice.

"Bruce? What's going on?" I ask with urgency. This can't be good. I hear something in the background, it sounds like metal clashing on metal. I look to Bucky with wide eyes,

"Tony did it. He merged Jarvis with the gem. Something bad happened. Jarvis is destroyed, it's uploaded itself everywhere, and I mean everywhere that there's internet. It told Tony about Bucky, he knows Bucky killed his parents. The robots have gone rogue and Tony is coming after you two." Bruce hurriedly says,

"What robots?" I ask.

"The program took over some of Tony's suits. It evolved just like you said. It has a mind of it's own. Get somewhere safe." The line goes dead. I drop the phone and Bucky stands from the bed.

"Grab everything in there, we need to leave now." I say and Bucky quickly grabs the book and flash drives in the bedside table. My blood is pumping through my veins with ferocity, it's like I can feel my heartbeat through my chest.

We leave the room and I make a direct line for where Wanda and Pietro are being held. I open the door, neither Fury nor Nat are here, perfect. I know this could very well land me a place in prison, but I have to do this for Bucky. We can't risk being caught by Tony or the robots. I walk into Wanda's room and she looks surprised to see me.

"Wanda, you have to trust me right now. We have to go." I say. She looks confused.

"What do you mean?" She questions. We don't have time for this.

"Wanda please, we have to get out of here. Something bad is on its way and we need to leave." I say and she stands unmoving.

"What about Pietro? I'm not leaving here without him." She says. I don't have time to make compromises, so I guess we're busting Pietro out of here too.

"Okay. Okay just come on we'll get him." I say and beckon for her to follow me, which she hesitantly does. Bucky stands in the main area and I point to Pietro's room.

"Bucky can you pull those restraints out of the ground?" I ask and he takes a look.

"I should be able to." He answers.

"Can you? Please?" I ask and he nods. I take the book and flash drives from him so he has two free hands. He walks into the room and tells Pietro that him and his sister are going somewhere else. He pulls the chains out of the ground with ease and keeps hold of them. Which is probably a good move considering he has super speed. The siblings hug each other as they're reunited.

"Okay I'll explain everything on the way we just have to get out of here." I say and the two siblings nod. The four of us leave the room and we quickly make our way to the exit. The armed guards notice us walking through and some try to stop us.

Wanda quickly throws balls of red magic at them, and they collapse on the floor. We continue through the concrete halls until we reach the elevator. We all shove in there and wait for the elevator to take us to the ground level. It seems to take an eternity.

As with the guards in the halls, Wanda subdues those on the ground floor making it an easy exit for us. Outside there's two jets. We'll only need one. We quickly get into the jet, Bucky getting in the pilot's seat because he's the only one who knows how to fly.

"Where are we headed?" He asks. I take a sigh, knowing that our only option now is my backup plan.

"We have to go to the Sokovian base." I say. I really wish things hadn't come to this.

"Why are we going to the Sokovian base?" I hear Wanda in the back speak up. I turn in my seat as Bucky turns the jet on.

I explain to her about what Tony has done and what it means for us. I tell them all about how the framework has evolved to a level I'm not even sure of, but it's on a global scale. Since Bruce told us to stay away from the internet, there's only one place I know of that's recently been cleared of Hydra operatives and is completely off the grid with the technology I need.

Bucky speeds off to the base, and I turn back around in my seat. I close my eyes and swallow the lump that's formed in my throat. This all could have been avoided. If Tony had just waited we could've come up with a solution. Now, I have to get this algorithm written in record time and have Wanda put it in Bucky's mind. I hope it works, it's our only option now.

I feel one or two tears fall on my face. I can't believe it happened. I open my eyes and wipe my cheeks. Bucky's jaw is set tightly, he has a stone hard look on his face. I know he's less than thrilled to be going to a Hydra base, just as I am, but unfortunately it's our last hope. I turn around in my seat again.

"Pietro, I'm sorry we never got to formally meet. I am Adalyn. I know we don't know each other but for the time being we're all going to have to trust each other if we want to make it out alive. These robots could want the two of you just as much as us. Especially considering your powers are born from the same matrix it's operating with." I say. Their lives could be on the line too. If this technology has evolved it could want their powers for its own benefit. But I will do everything in my power to protect the three in the jet with me. They all have been tortured by Hydra and they all deserve to be spared from Tony's mess.

I begin thinking of ways to write the algorithm so that once we get there it won't take me as long to get done. I'm not sure how much time we'll have once we're there, but I imagine it can't be much. I tap my foot anxiously on the floor of the jet, this has all gone to hell so quickly.

Bucky reaches over and grabs my hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. I meet his gaze and he smiles. Though I can tell he's nervous too, it's heartwarming to see that he still trusts me and my judgement. He willingly started flying to Sokovia without questioning why. My heart swells with the realization of just how much trust he puts in me. I know if it were the other way around I would trust him the same.

I hold his hand as we speed of to Sokovia. In this moment I know with every fiber of my being that I love Bucky with my entire heart. There's nobody I'd rather be with right now than him, and I am so grateful he's trusted and stuck with me throughout everything that's happened in the short few months we've been reunited. I hope that once this is all over with we'll be able to get out of this lifestyle and find peace for the first time in our lives.

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Body Art | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Soooo I definitely had a sex dream about pierced and tattooed Seb the other night because of the trailer for Pam & Tommy, and @noorreads asked for me to share! So this is my attempt at making it into something readable and not a crazy, hard to follow dream. Also, changed it from Seb to Bucky because...obviously.

As always, send me any comments, requests, or suggestions you have! 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @everything-burns-down @shadytalementality @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow@emetophilily 💘💘💘

Warnings: Oral (F receiving), PIV sex

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“Room 712, dollface”

Butterflies filled your stomach as you got out of your car in the motel parking lot and made your way toward the front door. Bucky was finally back in town after being on the run for months, and when he’d asked you to meet him at this motel on the edge of town, you couldn’t say yes fast enough.

Last time he rolled through town to see you, his hair was a little shaggy and his skin had been adorned with a few tattoos: A tribute piece to the Howling Commandos on his chest, "Brooklyn" across his ribcage, and 107 on his right bicep. He said he was trying to reclaim his own body, since he felt it hadn't really belonged to him under Hydra.

When you reached room 712 and he opened the door, a small gasp escaped your lips. His entire right arm was covered in ink, as was his shirtless torso. He whisked you into the room and kissed you deeply, but you pulled away to admire his new body art. Your hands ran over the images that decorated his skin: Steve's original shield from the 40's, various knives and daggers, Nat's Black Widow insignia, a red star, wings for Sam, the list of Winter Soldier trigger words, and "Ingcuka emhlophe" were the ones that caught your eye. He stared down at you and noticed your gaze linger on the isiXhosa words.

"It means White Wolf..." he murmured, placing a hand on the side of your face and stroking your cheek. His blue eyes were darker than usual, full of lust- but he waited patiently for you to take in his new form. Your eyes wandered his body, admiring each new addition, when you caught a glint of silver.

"Wow, nipple piercings, Buck? Didn't see that one coming" you teased.

"Yeahhh," he said with a laugh "the woman who did my tribute to Nat convinced me- convinced me of this, too". With that, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, showing off a shiny silver ball that had been plunged through the muscle.

"Holy shit, you're really not messing' around."

He cracked his tattooed knuckles and shrugged, feeling slightly self conscious. "Do you, uh, do you like it?" he said, gesturing to his newly graffitied body.

Without a word, you launched yourself forward and attached your lips to his, swallowing his gasp. His pierced tongue pushed its way into your mouth and you hummed at the metallic taste of his new decoration. One last time, you pulled away, looking him dead in the eye.

"I love it, Buck. You look fucking hot" you whispered before attacking his mouth with yours again. He lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing your back against the closed motel room door. Without hesitation your hands found his long, dark hair and tugged at it, making him moan into your mouth.

"And the hair is..." you whispered, giving it another tug, "perfect".

You could already feel his cock hardening and it made arousal leak from your cunt.

"I fucking missed you," he murmured against your skin.

"Hmm, you fucking missed me? or you missed fucking me?" you retorted with a devilish grin.

"Both" he whispered, pushing his hard cock against you even more.

Suddenly, he carried you to the bed and made quick work of your shirt, throwing your bra across the room.

"Fucking gorgeous" he muttered, his eyes taking you in for the first time in months. You watched as he admired every facet of your body, his eyes lingering on your ribcage.

"What's this...?" he asked, leaning down to get a better look at the small tattoo that adorned your skin. He got closer and his mouth fell open as he realized the significance of the numbers permanently inked on your body- 32557038.

"Is that- you got a tattoo of my service number?"

You nodded sheepishly, afraid that maybe you'd gone too far. But your worries were destroyed when Bucky's strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in for a desperate, hungry kiss.

"I love it", he murmured, pulling away to look you in the eye.

With your confidence restored, you pounced on him, pushing his shoulders into the mattress and straddling his lap, making his hands instinctively grab your waist. You let your hands run over all his knew ink before pressing your lips to each tattoo, showing him just how much you loved his new look. You observed the skulls, a tribute to his sister Rebecca, a Hydra missing its head, and the words "memento mori". He was hot before, but with the story of his life tattooed across his skin, he was fucking gorgeous.

With an almost feral lust, you attached your lips to his neck and sucked at his skin, feeling his pulse beat wildly under your tongue. As you worked from his jaw down to his clavicle, one of his new tattoos stopped you in your tracks- scrawled perfectly in delicate cursive sat the word "Dollface".

"Is this...for me?"

He nodded, lust-blown pupils staring up at you for a reaction.

"Want everyone to know I'm taken, dollface..."

His words stole the air from your lungs and he took your shock as the perfect opportunity to do what he'd been dreaming of since he left. His arms wrapped around you back as he sat up and flipped you over, positioning you under his body and in his control. His lips latched on to your tattoo for him and showed it the love you'd hoped for. His hands roamed your body and his mouth followed, leaving bite marks and crimson bruises along your bare skin. His metal hand found the button of your jeans and practically ripped it off before pulling your jeans down and leaving them in a heap on the floor.

"Oh, these are some of my favorites," he quipped when he saw the pair of black underwear you'd worn just for the occasion. "It would be a shame if something happened to them..."

The sound of ripping fabric filled the room as Bucky hastily removed your underwear, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

"I missed this..." he murmured as he let one metal finger slowly trace from your entrance to your clit, making you moan softly. He pressed hot kisses to the inside of your things, inching closer and closer to your aching center.

Lightning shot though your body as Bucky pressed his new tongue piercing to your clit, letting the metal ball roll gently over your most sensitive spot. A deep moan left your lips and you grabbed at his long hair, tugging on it with abandon.

"Knew you'd like that..." he whispered as he let his piercing circle your clit again, making the pressure in your abdomen increase with each pass.

"More, dollface?" he teased, and you nodded, managing to whisper a "please" between sharp inhales.

At your begging, Bucky slipped two metallic fingers into your tight, pulsating cunt, causing you to moan the way that only he could make you. His fingers worked slowly at first, teasing you within an inch of your life before increasing their speed to match the tempo of his tongue. He curled his metal fingers into your sweet spot, making your hips Buck at the contact- but his tattooed hand pressed your hips firmly into the mattress, forcing you to stay right where he wanted you.

"Know you're close, dollface. I always know..."

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from screaming and waking the entire motel. His piercing flicked against your clit at the exact moment that he introduced a third finger inside you. The sensation was almost too much, and all it took was one more strong curl of his metal fingers for you to completely fall apart.

Bucky's fingers were unrelenting as your orgasm washed over you, never stopping until you couldn't breathe. You opened your eyes, dizzy from the aftershocks as Bucky let his tongue flick at your clit a few more times before pressing his lips to yours.

"Oh, hey, I have another piercing I wanna show you..." he whispered, standing up and pulling down his pants. "I think you're really gonna like it..."

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Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Reader - No jealousy

Summary: You and Wanda have an established relationship, and you were away for two weeks due to a mission. Wanda is testing your limits, and everyone seems to insist that you are jealous.

Warnings: (+18), Smut, Switch!Reader (most dominant reader),  power  dynamics change, bottom!wanda, teasing, spanking; also mentions of torture, heavy past etc.

Notes: I've been trying to bring in a little bit of dom reader, and it turned out to be a bit of switch or soft!dom reader, but it's still pretty dom I think. Let me know what you think please ‘cause i’m not sure i’m writing smut correctly haha. Nota em português: Eu fui traduzir a expressão "que baixaria" e não achei nada em inglês que tivesse o mesmo impacto, fiquei bem chateada kkkk que pegar a referencia finge que é engraçado imaginar o Bucky falando isso na cena da cozinha obrigada.

Words:  5.555 K || Read on AO3

Marks:  @mionemymind @abimess​

Translations:  Scheiße = Shit ||  Amerikanischer Müll = American Trash.

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Avengers Compound, New York, Present.

Throwing your jacket against the kitchen counter, you sighed in irritation.

Steve was mumbling something about responsibility and morals and you have a headache. 

"Are you even listening to me?" Steve asked irritated and you let out a dry laugh as you looked around for something to drink.

"Sure, cap." You snickered without looking at him, and Steve let out an impatient sigh.

"I need you to start being careful, we can't risk the safety of the team..."

"Is anyone hurt, Steve?" You interrupted without a patient, punching the countertop. Steve was startled by your sudden response, but you didn't back down. Natasha and Bucky who were entering just behind you, exchanged glances before heading outside. 

"This is not the point."

"That's the only thing that matters." You retort angrily. "I will do whatever is necessary." You assure seriously. "You worry about morality in the meantime."

Steve lets out an irritated sigh.

"You're not listening to me." He resumes crossing his arms. "There are lines we must not cross, or we are no different than those we face." He continued in earnest, and you rolled your eyes, finally finding a drink under the counter, and grabbing one of the glasses from the sink to pour yourself. "We need boundaries. If you don't change this attitude, you are no different than Hydra..."

The glass in your hand breaks, startling Steve again. 

"Don't ever say something like that again." You angrily warn him and he frowns worried about the shards and that you might have hurt yourself, but you just turn and walk out of the kitchen.

You walk into the first bathroom you find, heading toward the sink to clean your hand. You watch carefully as the glass falls from your skin and the wounds close up.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even though you have spent the last few hours in conflict, there is no bruise. You have even been shot twice, but no one could tell if it weren't for the torn fabric on your shirt. No one would know about the explosion you survived if it weren't for the ashes on the fabric. You were perfect fighting machine, exactly as Hydra wanted you to be.

Pushing away the painful memories that threatened to dwell in your mind, you turned off the faucet and wiped your hands, leaving the bathroom afterwards.

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Hydra Military Base, Old Sokovia Area, 8 hours ago.

You rummage through the metal drawers impatiently. This mission is taking too long, and you are starting to get annoyed by the lack of action. Silence is never a good sign in jobs like this.

And then as if the universe was listening to your complaints, you heard a noise of something falling.

" Sounds to the north, I'm going to investigate." You warned your companions over the communicator, starting to move. Steve said something about waiting for reinforcements, but you were already opening the mechanical door, a pistol in your left hand.

The impact of two shots pushed you backward, and you felt something run down your uniform, and then a sharp pain. Laughing lightly, you fell to your knees.

"We got one." You heard someone mutter, and then there was a man getting up from behind a table at the far end of the room. Another man stopped hiding from one of the bookshelves, and they walked over to you. 

"Sure thing, friends." You grumbled panting slightly. 

"Scheiße, we got the healer." The one with the mustache muttered as soon as he looked at you closely, and you let out a smug smile as he took a step back. Your colleague was pointing his gun at you again, but you were already grabbing his wrist as you stood up and threw him to the ground.

You fought for a few moments, and you made a mental note to thank Natasha for improving your fighting considerably since the last mission, soon you knocked him out.

The other man was fighting what appeared to be a bronze door that was jammed, and you pulled the bullets out of your shirt before you pulled him by the shoulders and threw him to the floor.

" Come on buddy, I don't have all day." You warned pointing your own pistol at the man, who looked at you angrily. "Tell me what you were doing around here."

"Amerikanischer Müll" He cursed and you rolled your eyes, moving to kick him in the nose.

The man gasped in pain as he lifted his head again, his nose bloodied.

"Do you want to try again?" You asked irritated and he spat blood before speaking again.

"We come back for what is ours." He replied with irritation, and you frowned in confusion. But before you could ask anything else, Steve and Natasha rushed into the place.

Natasha was in charge of the interrogation, it was her thing anyway, and you helped Steve open the jammed door.

You entered the room next, and you choked in surprise when your gaze met the files displayed on the holograms around the place.

"So what did you find in there?" You heard Nat ask through the communicator, but you didn't answer, trying to control the anger that was spreading throughout your body.

Displayed in front of you were the files of the Maximoff twins' experiments, several pictures of the tests Hydra had run on them. One particular video caught your attention. It was Wanda, lying on a stretcher, several leather chains holding her to the mattress while Hydra sent electric shocks through a machine to her head, making her scream. You broke the projector with one punch, and Steve tried to calm you down.

"Hey, breathe." He asked raising his hands to your shoulders. You shook your head, panting.

The sound of Wanda's scream still echoed through the room, even without the image, and you grunted in anger, pushing Steve away.

Natasha blinked in surprise when you stormed into the room next, interrupting her interrogation when you kicked the Hydra agent in the chest. She took two steps back, surprised at your anger, but she barely had time to be shocked and you were already lifting the agent by his shirt in the air.

"How could you do that to them?" You asked angrily, throwing the agent to the ground. The man laughed helplessly, spitting blood. Steve grabbed you next, and you threw him across the room.

"They were always ours to play with." The man grumbled and you stepped forward again, kicking him in the face. He laughed bewilderedly, practically choking on his own blood. "Just like you."

"You'll pay for that." You muttered angrily and then punched him in the face. The man just laughed and that increased his fury. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"

The man started to choke and then he spit something out. You let him go.

"Hail Hydra." He muttered, and you had exactly one second to realize that the small device he spit out was the tip of one of the special grenades that Hydra agents have started carrying since last year. Hugging him quickly, you threw yourself against the window in front of you, and then he exploded at you as you fell through the air to the street.

When you hit the ground, you grunted in pain.

Steve is calling you on the communicator, but the explosion damaged the equipment and the noise is very disturbing, so you ripped the item out of your ear and threw it to the ground.

As your body recovered, you stayed on the ground, trying to ignore the urge to burn the Hydra to the ground for hurting your friends.

//-//

Avengers Compound, New York, Present.

Wanda was not in her room.

You let out a tired sigh as you fiddled with your cell phone, but there was no message from her about having some other commitment that would justify her not being at the compound at the time she usually was watching her favorite shows. 

After you showered and put on clothes that didn't have as many battle marks, you went to visit your girlfriend, but she wasn't there.

"Friday, where's Wanda?" You asked loudly in the hallway.

"Miss Maximoff is in the northern outer area, along with Mr. Vision." Announces the AI next and you frown. 

Walking towards the location that Friday indicted, you crossed your arms when you saw through the glass of the compound, your girlfriend and her teammate laughing together.

They didn't see you, seeming distracted by their conversation.

"Wow, you look scary when you're jealous." Commented a voice from beside you suddenly, and you blinked in surprise as you noticed young Peter Parker approaching. 

"Missed the school bus, kid?" you tease and Peter rolls his eyes, blushing slightly.

"I'm not trying to annoy you." He says stopping beside you, and looking in the same direction as you.

"I wouldn't recommend that either." You retort, feeling an irritation settle in the pit of your stomach as you watch Vision make Wanda laugh again. What the hell was so funny.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about you know?" Peter remarked after a moment. "I don't think Wanda sees Vision that way, they're just friends."

"I'm not jealous." You lied angrily, clearly jealous. Peter didn't want to contradict you however.

"Of course not." He said slightly startled. "I just... Wanda... She... You and her are a nice couple. Even if Vision has the stone, it's not something to worry about and..."

"Shut up, kid." You grumble angrily as you turn around, deciding to calm your nerves before you lose your mind and send Vision to the moon with one punch.

//-//

Having Pietro Maximoff as a brother in law was a pain in the ass most of the time.

You liked him in general, the problem was when he teased you, because he seemed to know exactly what to say to piss you off.

When you got back to the common room, he was on the couch, playing some stupid video game, and you sat down next to him and turned on the television.

It took him five minutes before he started to annoy you.

"My sister is getting along pretty well with Vision lately, isn't she?" He comments with a smile without taking his eyes off his cell phone. You squeeze the television control harder than necessary.

"Bite me."

Pietro laughs at your aggressiveness. Wanda and Vision enter the kitchen the next moment, their laughter slowly dying down. You don't take your eyes off the TV.

"Honey, I didn't know you were back already." Wanda says as soon as she sees you on the couch, smiling as she approaches you. She kisses your cheek, and frowns at your lack of reaction. You force a smile. "What's up?"

"Relax, little sister, she's kind of green today." Mocks Pietro, and you cast him an annoyed look, before looking back at Wanda.

"I'm just tired, babe." You say, stealing a quick kiss from her. Wanda seems to believe you and then walks away, heading toward the counter.

It takes three minutes for Vision to make a stupid comment and Wanda to laugh again, and you sigh in irritation.

"Wow, that's sad." Pietro teases again in a tone low enough for only you to hear. "Maybe you should watch your girl."

"I'll stick this remote in a place you won't like." You retort in the same tone and Pietro lets out a short laugh, turning his attention back to his cell phone.

You risk a backward glance next, and then the remote control breaks off in your hand. Vision is brushing a strand of hair out of Wanda's face, and she looks surprised and slightly embarrassed by the touch. Pietro laughs at your lack of control, but you stand up next, throwing the rest of the object to the ground and attracting the attention of the other two.

You glare angrily at Wanda before leaving.

//-//

You need to punch something.

So you go back to the training room, and put on the first pair of boxing gloves you can find.

Climbing into the ring quickly, you start punching the punching bag that Steve left over from the last training session.

It takes ten minutes for Wanda to find you.

"Y/N, what was that about?" she asks slightly annoyed as you approach. You are trying to maintain control so you don't rip the punching bag off the metal stand.

"Why don't you go laugh with your new best friend and leave me alone?" You retorted and Wanda frowned in confusion, then let out a dry laugh.

"Are you jealous?"

Your next punch rocks the iron support of the ceiling. 

"No, Wanda." You retort as you stop punching, and start pulling off your gloves. Wanda crosses her arms and has a little smile on her face, which irritates you even more. " I don't feel jealous."

"Oh, yeah?" She responds with irony, and you are throwing the gloves on the floor, and approaching her. She takes a few steps back, impressed by your posture.

"Tell me dear, do I have reason to be?" You ask as you approach. "Everyone wants to remind me that that damn stone makes the toaster think that you two have some kind of connection and that I should be careful." You continue and then Wanda reaches for a wall, and you rest one of your hands beside her head, pinning her against your body. "But I know better. I have nothing to worry about."

"Y/N..." Wanda starts half breathlessly, trying to keep the look in your eyes, and failing.

"Am I wrong, baby girl?" You ask raising your free hand to her cheek, stroking her skin with your finger. "Is there anyone who makes you feel the way I do?"

Wanda sighs, denying with her head next. You give a smug little smile, placing your hand on her chin, and running your finger over her lower lip.

"Then why are you laughing so hard at that piece of tin, dear?" You questioned bringing your face closer to her neck, Wanda closed her eyes as you inhaled her perfume. "Did you want to make me angry? Did you want to be punished?"

Wanda gasps low, denying with her head. You begin to deposit wet kisses against her collarbone and move your hand down her body from her chin.

"God, Wanda, you've been so needy." You comment kissing a sensitive spot on her neck and making her sigh. "Needy enough to get wet with the toaster."

Your teasing makes Wanda grunt in irritation, and you let out a short laugh feeling her tighten the fabric of your shirt.

"What's the matter, baby? Are you angry with me?" You teased, pulling your face away from her neck. Wanda looked at you with a mixture of irritation and excitement.

"Don't say such things." She says half breathlessly. "Vision is just my friend. I don't... I don't see him like that."

You stare at her for a moment, and then back away completely.

"Ask your friend to help you cum then." You retort before turning away. Wanda lets out an impatient sigh, but she doesn't go after you.

//-//

Steve Rogers is testing your patience.

He set up weekly meetings with the team about social responsibilities and hero morality and whatever other patriotic crap he was following, and this was the first of them.

It had been forty minutes since he had been talking, and you were impressed that Tony Stark was still awake.

"And so we conclude that as the Avengers, it is our responsibility to make a difference." Steve spoke as he turned off the presentation.

"I'm thrilled." You grumbled next and the room looked at you. Steve sighed.

"Do you have anything to add, Y/N?" Steve asked seriously, and you let out a short laugh.

"Oh, of course." You say crossing your arms. "Maybe the rest of the team doesn't know but this whole bullshit is only happening because of me."

"Y/N..."

"No, cap, come on." You interrupt with irony. "Tell the team why you are making everyone learn about American history."

"Now I'm curious." Commented Tony looking at Steve, who just had a tired expression.

"This is not about pointing out mistakes." Steve says and you laugh.

"No, of course not." You retort with irony getting up. "This is about hypocrisy really."

"Kid..."

"Don't even go that way!" You interrupt angrily and then turn to Tony. "You want to know what happened? Great! Let's start with the Stark bomb that dropped on Sokovia!"

Tony blinks in confusion at your outburst, and the team looks at you with surprise and concern, while Steve holds up his hands to try to calm you down.

"Please, I'm not trying to-" 

"No, Captain!" You shout. "You want to talk about moral values, don't you?" You sneer with irritation. "I have a list of shit that happens in this place."

"Stop it, now!" The captain asked angrily, and you looked at him incredulously. "You killed someone!" He charges and the team looks at you in surprise. "That's not how we do things here..."

"We have killed thousands of civilians in New York." You interrupt coldly. "Every building that fell to the ground had a family on every floor. Not to mention the missions that came after." You reminded them and Steve clenched his jaw. 

"That was different."

"They hurt Wanda." 

"Y/N."

You shoved Steve in the shoulders, and he took a step back. Tony and Natasha stood up.

"I'm going to kill every agent that was in that lab." You tell him. "Everyone who hurt her is going to pay."

Your colleagues look in shock at your words, but you just turn away, opening the door angrily.

In the hallway, Wanda caught up with you.

"What was all that about?" She asked worriedly as you leaned against the wall, breathing hard.

"I hate the hypocrisy of this team." You retorted with irritation, but your anger subsided considerably when Wanda placed her hand on your cheek, asking you to look at her.

"Talk to me."

You sighed, touching your foreheads together.

"On the last mission, I...we found the decommissioned base where you got your powers." You count and Wanda blinks in surprise. "I lost control when I looked at the files."

"Honey..."

"Wanda." You interrupt with a weak smile. "Please, you can't agree with them."

"I don't." She adds as she strokes your cheek, "I'm just sorry you had to see it."

You shrug, letting your arms hug your waist.

"You're not angry? Or who knows, disappointed?"

Wanda denies with her head.

"I feel the same way about you." She says. "I can't think about the people who arrested you without wanting to blow up everything around me."

You laugh lightly.

"That's some shit Steve doesn't want to understand." You say next and Wanda sighs.

"I think he understands, honey." Wanda says and you blink in confusion, "It's the same thing with Bucky."

You sigh looking away.

"Shit, you're right." You grumble, and then add with a slight smile. "Maybe he was upset about the explosion."

Wanda frowns in confusion. And then she nudges you slightly when you tell her your little story with the grenade.

"Have you lost your mind?" She asks angrily. "Don't you ever do anything like that again!"

"Hey, I was saving the ass of those two mortals in the room" You complain humorously, but Wanda sighs impatiently.

"My god, this is all just because Steve must have been worried to death that something was going to happen to you!" She says and you frown. 

"What are you talking about?"

"Honey, the captain is just trying to get you to behave." She clarifies. "He doesn't want you to abuse your powers, and put yourself at risk for no reason. Honestly, I don't want to either."

You stand thoughtfully for a few minutes and then sigh.

"Damn, now I'm going to have to apologize."

Wanda makes a noise of agreement with her mouth and moves closer, stealing a quick kiss from you. She smiles when you try to kiss her back, pulling away.

"What?"

"I remembered that I'm mad at you." She says and you look at her with confusion.

"What did I do?"

"That scene earlier in the gym." She says and you sigh impatiently. "It wasn't nice."

"You're being so mean." You retort and Wanda flashes you a small smile before turning away, walking in the opposite direction.

You decide that you should apologize to the rest of the team and return to the conference room.

//-//

Wanda was being a brat.

After you apologized to the team, and Steve made it clear that he was concerned and that he understood your anger, but that there were better ways to deal with what Hydra did to the people you love, the atmosphere eased a lot. And you were hoping to spend some time with your girlfriend, but she was too busy teasing you.

She spent the last few minutes cooking with Vision. The guy who didn't eat food.

You rolled your eyes impatiently as you threw yourself on the couch, a newspaper in your hands.

"This is ridiculous, honey" You mentally warned her as you noticed her gaze on you. Wanda didn't sketch any reaction as she cooked.

"Sorry, weren't you the one who said I was, what was the word, needy?" You heard her sneer in your head. You bit your lips to keep from smiling.

"Clearly you are, dear."

"And whose fault is that?" She retorted and you frowned, attracting the attention of Bucky who was standing next to you. You smiled slightly, telling him that it was just a news report about the new political changes that had taken your attention, and then turned your focus back to the newspaper.

"What are you talking about?" You asked Wanda in your thoughts. 

"You were gone for two weeks." She complained, and you took your eyes off the paper to look into the kitchen. Wanda had her back to you, stirring with a spoon in one of the pots. Vision stood next to her, watching the procedure. You clenched your jaw. "I've been all by myself."

"Are you trying to piss me off, Wanda?" You ask angrily, watching the redhead meters in front of you signal for Vision to come closer to take a look at the pot.

"I'm not doing anything." She thinks sounding harmlessly, and you close the paper tightly as you watch Vision cast her a shy smile.

Bucky looks at you curiously.

"Everything okay?" He asks and you nod as you stand up toward the kitchen.

"Wanda, I want to talk to you." You tell her stopping with your arms crossed in front of the counter. Wanda flashes you a little smile.

"I'm busy right now, honey." She retorts as she returns the spoon to the pot, stirring the mixture.

"We're making Sokovian food." Completed Vision with a smile, but you completely ignored him.

"I'm going to count to three." You warn and Wanda swallows dryly, looking at you.

"I don't..."

"Room now, or I'll make you cum against the kitchen counter."

Wanda's eyes widen, and Vision looks extremely surprised. The redhead ducks her head and walks out of the kitchen, you following her. Bucky mumbles something like "for the love of god, why all that obscenity" as you leave.

//-//

There is a palpable tension in the air during the silent walk to your room.

When Wanda opens the door and walks inside, you sigh as you close the door.

"What was that in the kitchen, dear?" You ask her as you unbutton your shirt, Wanda looks at you next, biting her lower lip in anticipation. "Insinuating that I don't pay enough attention to you. Teasing me with Vision."

"I'm sorry." She mumbles softly and you shake your head slightly, taking off your shirt and standing in just your bra. Wanda blushes and takes a step toward you, but you just hold up your finger.

"I'm going to be in charge tonight, honey." You warn as you take off your shoes. "By the way, you do look a beautiful thing in that skirt. I could barely control myself during the meeting."

Wanda smiles with embarrassment, looking away to the floor. You approach, lifting her chin with your finger slowly.

"Can I undress you?" you ask and she sighs softly, nodding afterwards. You drag your finger from her chin down, around her silhouette. When you get to shoulder height, you drag the left strap to the side, and then repeat the motion on the right. Wanda's blouse loosens on her body, and you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, her breathing out of rhythm. 

You raise your other hand next, and turn your gaze to Wanda. In a twist of your hands, you tear the fabric in front, and Wanda moans softly.

"Are you anxious, baby?" You ask her as the fabric falls away, and you run a finger down her torso to the hem of her skirt. Wanda swallows dryly. "You must be so wet."

Wanda sighs, closing her eyes momentarily. You begin to remove your skirt next, and let out a low growl when you realize there is nothing underneath as the material falls away.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda." You scold her maliciously, looking at her exposed intimacy and feeling your mouth fill with water. "Absolutely sinful."

Wanda sighs, moving slightly forward. You bite your lips, noticing her red cheeks. Her body cries out to be touched.

"That's no way to behave, honey." You tell her, lifting your fingers to push up the straps of your bra. "Exposed during a team meeting. Tsk, what a naughty girl."

Wanda whimpers, and you smile. "Is that what you wanted, babe?" You ask as you unzip her bra. " For me to put my fingers in you under the table? Make you come in my hand while everyone watched?"

"Please." She sighs in a husky voice. "Kiss me."

"Where?" 

"Anywhere."

You give a little smile at your girlfriend's breathless confession, and lower your face to the height of her neck, just as her bra falls to the floor. Depositing wet kisses all the way down, you listen to Wanda sigh with each touch of your lips against her skin.

When you reach her breasts, you raise your right hand to play with the hardened nipple between your fingers while using your mouth on the other breast, and Wanda throws her head back, moaning with her mouth open. Sucking and licking the flesh, you delight in the sounds you get from her.

"Babe, please." She pleads breathlessly. "Touch me."

You smile as you release her hardened nipple, raising your face to the height of Wanda's.

"I'm sorry, baby, but it's not going to be that easy." You warn as you squeeze her breast with a full hand. "You need to be punished for today."

Wanda sighs and then you kiss her intensely, making her stumble back, but your hand on her waist holds her against you.

Your tongue invades her mouth, and Wanda moans against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck. You smile as you lift your hands to hers to put them down.

"You can't touch." You warn between kisses and Wanda sighs, letting your tongue tangle in hers sensually.

You begin to lower your kisses again, and Wanda writhes against you, her fists clenched in an effort to resist the urge to touch you. You lick the length of her neck and one of her hands touches your waist.

"What a disobedient brat." You tease against her skin, and then use your right hand to slap her ass, making Wanda moan loudly. You wish to see the mark, so you hug Wanda around the waist, bringing your bodies together, and look down. The bright red mark. Wanda whimpers against you, her other hand coming up to your belt, and you pull away only to kiss her on the lips hard enough to leave her helpless. 

As she begins to play with the beam of your belt, you slap her ass again, on the other side, and her knees buckle slightly.

"Fuck." She whimpers breathlessly, and you bring your hand to her neck, forcing her to keep her gaze on you.

"Get on the bed." You command and Wanda sighs, and then you release her. She moves to the mattress, ass thrusting toward you as she kneels on the bed, hands on the headboard.

"Will you be a good girl, Wanda?" You ask as you raise your hands to her ass, squeezing the flesh as she gasps.

"Yes." 

"I don't believe you." You taunt, slapping her ass. She leans over, moaning. You spank her again, her body arching as she throws her head back, moaning with her mouth open.

Then you move forward, pulling her hair back as a hand slips between her legs, your fingers teasing her entrance and making her whimper.

"Look how wet you are, baby." You whisper against her ear, Wanda has her eyes closed tightly, her hips moving in search of more friction. "Were you missing me, love?"

"Yes." She gasps pushing her hips back, your fingers slipping inside and drawing sighs from both of you. But you withdrew them next, s Wanda whimpers. "Please, honey, touch me."

"You don't deserve it Wanda." You start against her ear. "But you feel so good, baby. So wet and hot, I can't resist."

You suddenly penetrate her with two fingers, deep and precisely, and Wanda cries out, moaning your name. 

"Fuck, yes." She gasps moving her hips, you slide in and out with ease, feeling Wanda flushed.

"Look at you baby, crumbling in my fingers." You gasp, your hand releasing her hair as you drag it to her breast, squeezing the flesh.

"I...I 'm com..." Wanda begins to whimper and you smile, feeling her body quiver in spasms, the rhythm of her hips disablisting as her walls get tighter and you feel her pulsing in your fingers.

"Cum for me, baby girl." You whisper in her ear, and one stroke later is all it takes for Wanda to arch her back, coming on your fingers with her mouth open as she screams your name.

You withdraw your fingers as she falls to the mattress, turning to you next. Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you taste Wanda as she looks up at you with dilated pupils.

"You taste so good babe." You tell her with a smile, and Wanda raises her hands to your waist, asking you to climb on top of her.

You slowly shake your head, reaching up to remove your pants. Wanda bites her lips as she watches you undress.

"I want to show you something, honey." You tell her after removing your clothes, straightening to sit on her thigh. Wanda sighs as she feels your wet intimacy against her. "Do you like that?" You ask watching her reaction, Wanda raises her torso, bringing your faces closer together as her hands go to your waist. "Do you like how wet I get on top of you?"

"Fuck yes." She gasps against your lips, you begin to move against her thigh, feeling your eyes spin in their orbit with the sensation.

"What about you, Wanda?" You ask slipping your fingers into her again,making her bury her face in your neck. "Look at that baby, you're soaking wet too."

Wanda moans, her hands tightening around your waist as you feel your fingers in her. You increase the speed of your movements against her thigh at the same rate as your fingers move in and out of her, Wanda begins to force her hips to keep up.

"No one makes me feel like this, Wanda." You confess breathlessly, penetrating deep. "I am yours."

Wanda moans and forces herself to confess.

"And I am yours." She retorts groaning, and you feel her walls tightening in your fingers as the feeling at the tip of your stomach tightens.

"Let's cum together baby" You tell her breathlessly, and Wanda shudders nodding. Forcing your hips against her thigh, you gasp, trying to keep the rhythm in your fingers.

A few strokes later and you struggle to keep up, your body shaking in spasms. Wanda tightens her hands on your waist, forcing you down as you move in and out of her. Wanda begins to curse in Sokovian, moaning breathlessly, and you smile, feeling your eyes roll. And then you cum together a moment later.

You collapse against her, as Wanda falls onto the mattress. Depositing lazy kisses against her collarbone, you smile as she sighs, her fingers running up your back as you pull out of her.

"Was that enough attention honey?" You tease a minute later and Wanda laughs softly, biting her lips.

You raise your head to look at her, feeling your heart soar at the image of her lazy gaze, her lips puffy and parted.

"Do you love me?" You ask in a whisper and Wanda sighs.

"I do." She agrees and you raise your hand to her neck, your fingers strolling along her chin.

"Show me."

Wanda nods moving forward to kiss you on the lips.

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I Said No (Wanda x R): Part 7

Summary: You and Wanda clearly don’t know the number one rule to a platonic friendship.

Warnings: cursing, suggestive themes

****** Peter has always been a nervous kid. His friends and aunt would attest to that. So when he hears shuffling and noises late at night that were not there before while he’s in a tent camping, of course he would be a little more attentive to his surroundings. What if it was a bear? Are there bears here? 

He shakes Pietro awake next to him. “What?” Pietro asks, annoyed at being awoken. 

“I think there’s something outside. Do you hear that?” Peter whispers. He and Pietro both sit up and listen intently, which they both regret instantly when a breathy “Oh fuck” breaks the otherwise pretty silent night.

“I wish I didn’t.” 

Though Peter cannot see Pietro, he knows Pietro's face would say it all. He probably looks like he wants to drown himself and bring Peter with him. Peter on his end would look like a tomato if someone were to turn on a light. They both hear a loud moan they deduce is Wanda’s given that it is followed by Y/N’s name. Pietro does his best to cover his ears with his pillows whilst Peter pulls out some earphones and turns his music up. Upon hearing music, Pietro reaches out until he feels the wire and snatches the earphones from Peter. 

“You woke me up only for me to hear the girl I liked two days ago sleep with my sister. You owe me this one,” Pietro angrily mutters. He sticks the earphones in and goes back to sleep. The same cannot be said for Peter. He tries his best to ignore it and sends you a silent thank you when he hears you hush Wanda when she was getting a little loud. Peter goes to sleep having learned two things; Wanda has the mouth of a sailor and a person should do their research before they let their nervous mind get them into situations like these.

The next morning finds you with Wanda’s arm around your stomach, her hair all over your face, and her warm breaths tickling your neck. You try hard not to focus on that last part but it’s nearly impossible so you shuffle to sit up, doing your best not to wake Wanda who gives a little indignant huff at feeling you move. You find it adorable when she smiles in content once managing to get comfortable again wrapping her arm around your thigh this time. You don’t have to check your phone to know it is too early to be awake but you guess your body is running on Nat’s time now. You know you won’t be able to go back to sleep so you allow yourself to sit there for a moment and admire the beauty before you. You give into the temptation of stroking her hair, bringing it back so it doesn’t hide her face. In doing so, it also exposes her neck and the work you did. You nearly gasp at how you left it ‘cause that is going to be difficult to hide. 

Seeing her in the light like this does something to you and you will yourself not to freak out. You were not thinking clearly last night letting your emotions get the best of you. Did you really think last night with Wanda would be a one and done type of deal? It could have been. You had your way and she returned the favor. You thought that would be it, but she had to go and sweetly kiss you goodnight and now here you are. 

You hear Clint’s phone alarm go off and seeing the state in which you and Wanda are in, you decide maybe it’s best you wake her before someone barges in. You scratch her scalp and whisper her name to gently rouse her from sleep. When she begins to stir, you pull your hand away from her hair, an action she readily disagrees with. 

“No, don’t stop,” she mumbles. “Felt nice,” she adds but her first words have your mind reeling back to vivid images of last night. You try to discard those thoughts before Wanda catches on to what you are thinking but you know you are too late when you feel her smile against your leg before turning to look up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Don’t,” you say, giving her a pointed look before getting up to change.

She pouts when she sees you putting your clothes on. “Why are you putting your pants back on?”

You laugh. “I don’t know about you, Wanda, but I’d rather not give any of the guys a show as I am sure one of them is bound to barge in here any minute.”

At the reminder that there are in fact other people around, Wanda decides it’s best to get dressed. Y/N might see these people ever so often but Wanda lives with them and as close as they are, they are not seen-each-other-naked type of close and she prefers to keep it that way. You are tying your shoes as Wanda throws her clothes on, and you try hard to avoid looking. You do a terrible job. Wanda blushes at the attention but eats it up, cheekily saying, “See something you like?”

You smile and respond whilst moving over to roll up the sleeping bags, “It is quite a sight. Blame me for wanting a last glance.” She moves next to you to help you pack everything up. You can feel her hesitate to say something, so you pause to look over at her. She avoids looking at you, still moving around collecting everything. “It- um, it doesn’t have to be the last glance,” she finally says. 

You know what she’s offering and you know it isn’t a good idea but it seems you’re willing to take what you can get. Not hearing you respond, she looks at you and nervously backtracks. “I-I mean only if you want to. I know we said friends and this might not fit in that but I enjoyed yesterday and I think you did too so- but you don’t have to agree if you-”

You cut her rambling off with a quick kiss to her lips. “Sure,” you say as if it is no big deal though the turning in your stomach disagrees big time. You ignore it as you move past Wanda to pick up your bag. Wanda can’t believe you said yes, so she repeats, “Sure?”

“Yeah, why not?” You continue to act indifferent about the prospect of being intimate with Wanda without any expectations. The indifference in your tone stings Wanda a little but ironically she and you have the same mindset of taking all you can get considering. “Okay,” she says more to herself than to you. She helps you carry the sleeping bags and lanterns. She stops before stepping out of the tent and turns to you. “Do I look okay?”

“Yes?” You respond a little confused so it comes out more like a question.

“I don’t look, you know?” She asks you, motioning her eyes behind you to the floor. You’re still confused and she begins to widen her eyes as if asking you to read into them. “You know?”

You catch on and stifle a laugh. “You mean, does it look like someone fucked you last night?”

“Y/N!” Her face flushes and she lightly kicks your leg, not having her hands free to give you her regular punch to the arm. “What? Is that not what you are asking?” You defend. She rolls her eyes at you but nods nonetheless. You look at her once over actively avoiding staring at her marked up neck too long. You hold back a grin and say, “Nope. You look perfectly unfucked. Almost virgin-like really. If someone looked up the word purity in the dictionary, they would find your image there. Wouldn’t be surprised if they begin to call you Sister Wanda.”

She rolls her eyes at you but takes your word for it before stepping out of the tent. Sam is the first to greet you outside. “Morning, ladies. Have a pleasant night?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you before looking over at Wanda. His eyes widen seeing her neck covered in hickies. “Damn! Your neck, Wan.”

Wanda drops everything she’s carrying to slap her hands over her neck, accurately guessing what her neck must look like. She blushes in embarrassment and tries to come up with something. “Bugs! Nat was right about the bugs.” It’s all for naught as the blush gave everything away. Sam side eyes you with a smirk as he replies to Wanda, “Bug got ya real good there.” 

“Bug’s an asshole,” Wanda replies, glaring at you.

“Quite the demotion. Last night, it was ‘oh, my god’. Today, it’s ‘asshole bug’. I wonder what it’ll be tomorrow,” you joke, earning a punch to the arm from Wanda making Sam laugh before she picks up the things she dropped and heads towards the car. You follow her to the car.

Peter stops by Sam who is still chuckling. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Sam says, patting Peter on the back but still looking over to where you and Wanda are. Peter sees Sam looking over at you two and mumbles, “Oh, I have a lot more than an idea.”

“You too, kid?” Sam asks, then starts patting Peter’s back when he nods.

You catch up to Wanda by the car. She’s staring at her neck on the reflection in the car’s window. She begins rubbing at her neck as if that will make it any better.

“Ease up, Wanda. It’s not that bad,” you lie through your teeth. She glares at you through the window, which you are grateful for because you’re sure direct eye to eye contact would turn you into stone. “Okay, it’s bad,” you admit. She lets out an exasperated breath. “BUT there is a solution to everything! Wait here.”

You run back to where the guys are taking down the tents and not one to keep a lady waiting, a minute later you are rushing back to Wanda handing her a pair of headphones, Cooper’s to be more specific.

“How is music going to make this better?” Wanda asks, an eyebrow raised at you in question.

You step into her space, smirking when you hear her breath hitch, and fix her hair. Then you take the headphones back from her and let them hang around her neck in order to keep her hair covering her neck. You stand back to take in her appearance and nod, proud of your job. “There, all fixed.”

She turns back to look at her reflection and you think she is also satisfied with your job when she doesn’t say anything or glare at you again. Your smile widens at that, happy to have done something right. 

“DJ Wanda! Drop a beat,” Sam teases when he sees Wanda. Then no one is smiling. Wanda glares at you, you glare at Sam, and Sam frowns when Wanda makes her way into the back seats of the van. “Or don’t, I guess,” Sam says. “Why is she in a mood? Was sex with you that disappointing? The noises were all for show? I knew there had to be a catch. All talk no game!”

You don’t dignify his comments with a response choosing instead to follow Wanda into the van. “Damn, can’t make any kind of joke here,” Sam mumbles as he goes to open the back of the van to put the things he was carrying inside. Wanda is giggling at something you said. Sam gapes at the back of your heads. “Unbelievable,” Sam scoffs. You and Wanda turn your heads to look at him. “So you’ll laugh at whatever nerdy joke Y/N makes but not mine?” 

“You’ve got to be funny to make someone laugh,” you tease him, making Wanda and the rest of the guys who are walking to the van laugh. You throw Sam a look that says “I told you so”. 

“I am funny!” Sam defends.

“Funny looking,” Pietro comments before finishing the job for everyone, using his speed to load everything back onto the van. Then suddenly he is in the passenger seat rolling down the window and yelling, “What are you all standing around for? Let’s go!”

“Oh, I know he didn’t claim shotgun,” you hear Sam say. A very entertaining but nonetheless pointless argument ensues between Sam and Pietro for the seat. Clint, playing mediator, lets Sam up front and lets Pietro pick the music. 

You nearly pull Pietro’s hair out after an hour of nothing but electropop, which you wouldn’t normally mind but you’ve been trying to nap without much success due to Pietro’s Calvin Harris filled playlist that you are sure is repeating. You could swear you had already heard the song “Summer” play twice.

Wanda and Peter have nothing to complain about seeing as they both have headphones on listening to their own music. You should have known something was up when Wanda had put on the headphones right as she heard Pietro’s first song choice play. You know Clint and Sam are just as irritated though. You’ve been trying to see who of the three will break first. Will it be Birdman Avenger #1, Birdman Avenger #2, or Birdman Avenger #1’s wife’s regular civilian cousin?

You have your answer 3 songs later when the lyrics “When I met you in the summer” have the audacity to make their way to your ears for the 4th time. Needless to say it was Birdman Avenger #1’s wife’s regular civilian cousin who breaks first, but who were you to pit yourself against two Avengers in a battle of will in the first place. 

It seems Sam was not too far from breaking and happily helps you when he turns and sees you lunge for Pietro’s phone, ripping it from the aux cord. You throw the cord to Sam’s ready hand and he connects his phone instead playing a song you will later claim saved you from committing manslaughter and saved Pietro’s life. Etta James’ “I’d Rather Go Blind” is an excellent song on its own already but you would now say it can change your life. 

“Hey!” Pietro complains just as Clint says, “Oh thank God.” Wanda and Peter take off their headphones noticing the difference in music. Wanda turns to you with a smirk and then jokingly offers you the headphones. “Oh, sorry. Did you want to use them?” She laughs when you glare at her but soon frowns when something else past her head catches your attention. She looks and sees a billboard that says there is a McDonald’s two miles ahead. 

You kindly ask Clint if you could get some but he says no. You begin chanting “McDonald’s” getting everyone to join including Wanda after nudging her arm. Clint rolls his eyes.

“McDonald’s!” Lila screams excitedly when you hand her a happy meal after arriving at the house.

“McDonald’s?” Laura asks, looking ready to chastise you. You shrug. “Clint said yes.”

“Thank you, Y/N!” Lila leaves for the dinner table where she saw Peter head with more bags of fast food. Clint comes up to your cousin to give her a kiss and denies having said yes. “Did she do that chanting thing?” Nat asks Clint, knowing you so well. 

“She even got Wanda doing it,” Sam throws out, passing through the living room with more bags followed by Pietro and Wanda. 

“I don’t doubt it,” Nat says with a smirk on her face after taking in Wanda’s appearance, the odd headphones thrown around her neck. Your cousin gives you a questioning look at Nat’s comment. She gets all the answers she needs when you do your best to avoid her eyes. Nat shakes her head at Clint. “You have to be stronger than that, man.”

“Don’t get on his head about it, Nat. Not even the strongest Avenger would be able to defeat the power of unity!” you say dramatically. 

“You mean the power of loud, annoying voices in a confined space?” Nat shoots back. 

“Exactly! So are we all waiting for my cousin’s baby to pop out and join us or can we go eat before they take all the chicken nuggets?” you ask sarcastically, but quite seriously at the same time. 

“How many did you get?” Nat asks. She’s not one to make fast food a habit but she’ll be damned if they don’t leave her one chicken nugget.

“Not enough by the way Sam was eyeing them,” you say. Nat’s eyes widen with that information and she nearly yells at you, “You let Wilson hold the bag?! He won’t leave a trace.” The two of you take off in a near sprint the short distance to the dining room leaving behind your cousin and her husband laughing at you and Nat.

By the end of your meal you had eaten a total of two chicken nuggets. You started out with five but Nat stole two and you gave Wanda your last when you saw her eyeing it on your plate. You definitely could have had more had the McDonald’s establishment gotten the order correct and Sam not eaten 20 on his own without anyone knowing before you and Nat had rushed into the dining room. The bag was confiscated from him obviously by an understandably upset Peter who adorably reprimanded him with, “Come on, man. These were for everybody. I knew they didn’t forget a big order of chicken nuggets.”

Nat asks Wanda about the headphones. Wanda gives her the same excuse about annoying bugs biting her and then excuses herself quickly from the table to take a shower, a visible blush appearing on her cheeks as she rushes off. Nat goes to tease you. “So, did this annoying bug bite you too?” 

“Not hard enough to leave a mark, but it did pull my hair a few times,” you reply with no hesitation, used to her teasing. You hear Clint choke on something and quickly both Peter and Pietro rush out of the room, Pietro with his hands over his ears mumbling “net net net” and Peter blushing nearly walking into a wall. 

“Bugs can pull your hair?” Lila asks, turning to her mom who says you were just kidding. Then your cousin turns to you and asks about you and Wanda. Sam and Clint take your hesitation to answer as their cue to leave, saying this was conversation for the grown ladies when Lila and Cooper ask why they couldn’t stay at the table. They both giggle when you dramatically reach for them as they leave the room. “Critters, don’t leave me!”

You turn around to find them both looking at you waiting for you to explain. You sigh, “Okay, so-” You fill them in on everything that happened, unnecessary details withdrawn. Nat is about ready to say she said so but you beat her to it, saying you already know. 

“Wait, so you told her you wanted to date her, she said it’s better not to because she just broke up with someone, and then you slept together after deciding to be friends?” Laura sums up.

“No, this dumbass is saying she didn’t even get a chance to say she wanted to date Wanda before agreeing to be friends and then doing not so friend-like things,” Nat clarifies. You groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“So, that’s it then? You decided you’re better off as friends even after the fact you slept with her. No awkwardness?” Laura asks.

“Well, not exactly,” you say sheepishly, taking your hands away from your face. “We came to an agreement of sorts.” You try to phrase it as best you can. Nat grumbles, “Y/N, no. Please tell me you didn’t.”

“I- She asked,” you defend yourself. Then in a somewhat shameful whisper continue, “I just said yes.” 

Laura is confused, not knowing what you agreed to so she asks for you to explain. Embarrassed to say it to your cousin, you try to find the right words so it doesn’t sound so bad to her. “I - we, she and I agreed to be friendly but more but no feelings,” you pathetically explain. You continue seeing that she is still lost. “We wanted to keep- um- we decided to be -um to be-”

“Fuckbuddies! Friends with benefits,” Sam barges in explaining for your cousin. “N’SYNC No Strings Attached,” he sings. You glare at him. “What the hell, dude?”

“What? You were taking too long to explain that you and Wanda agreed to get down and dirty again, which I can’t understand on her part. You do know when a woman asks to get down and dirty she doesn’t actually mean down in a tent on the dirty ground,” he quips leaning on the wall, eating some chicken nuggets.

“Well, no use in asking how much of the conversation you heard-HEY! Where’d you hide those?!”

“This man has his ways,” he says, making the three of you roll your eyes.

“Y/N, we just want to make sure you know what you are doing,” your cousin says to you. You nod, appreciating them trying to look out for you, but reassure them nonetheless, “Don’t worry. Everything is under control. Cool as a cucumber. Now, if we are done here, I would really like to take a shower.”

“Yeah, yeah. You can go.” Laura dismisses you. You smile, turning to head out. You snatch a nugget from the box Sam is holding before heading upstairs. He goes to take your place at the table. “That’s not going to end well,” he says, stating the obvious, the three of them staring at where you made your exit. They turn back forward onto their seats and Nat snatches the box from Sam, sliding it between the three of them. “Share, Wilson.”

After your shower, you go to hang out with everyone in the living room. Half of you play board games and the other half play video games. You get bored after losing so many times and decide to just watch everyone else play. Pietro teases you about your inability to play any game and you tell him you’d beat him any day at skeeball. He says he doesn’t even know what that is but he would still beat you, so you make plans to go to the arcade tomorrow.  

It’s hard to keep track of everyone when they are coming in and out of the living room, but you notice Wanda had gone off who knows where a while ago and hasn’t returned so you set off to look for her. You find her where she always seems to end up- the guest bedroom. She’s reading a book, the same book as last time. 

She doesn’t notice you standing there leaning against the door frame. You take it as a chance to admire her and once it feels like you’ve been staring too long, you decide to make your presence known. “So either you really like that book and are reading it for the fifth time or you just like holding it to look smart. I could have sworn you were way past the middle.”

Wanda smiles at the sound of your voice but her eyes don’t bother to stray from the book. She knows she’s not getting anywhere now with you here and says, “I’d be a lot further if someone didn’t keep interrupting my reading time.”

“Oh shoot, is the book report due soon? I haven’t even started,” you joke. You go to sit at the edge of the bed. Wanda finally looks up from her book when she feels you sit down. She asks you skeptically, “When’s the last time you read a book?”

You scoff, “Hey, I read all the time and remarkably fast, if I do say so myself.”

“Subtitles in movies don’t count,” Wanda counters. When you can’t come up with anything, she cheers for herself guessing correctly. “I knew it! You thought I wouldn’t catch your sneaky words.”

“Well, subtitles are the words following a story, so I don’t see why it doesn’t count. I’m reading. If audiobooks count, so should subtitles.” You continue to ramble on about books and why you prefer movies. Wanda defends her precious books but says she prefers tv shows over movies. You ask her about her favorite shows and then you both go on to general likes and dislikes including candies, flowers, school subjects. 

She asks about high school in the US and how it compares to the movies. It turns out she likes all the cheesy stuff that people do in movies and shows. You answer as best you can, trying not to disappoint her too much when you tell her how the movies and shows exaggerate and dramatize the average high school experience. She is disappointed to hear this but she is happy to know that promposals are an actual thing, so you tell her about all the ones you’ve seen people do.

“Did you ever do one?” Wanda asks curiously. 

“Oh, god no. Could you imagine? Purposely running the risk of subjecting myself to public humiliation in the case it doesn’t go the way I planned?” you reply, cringing just imagining it. Wanda gives you a disbelieving look and you can’t blame her for thinking it is something you would do given all the stories she’s heard about you. “Okay, so I embarrass myself sometimes but it’s never on purpose and everyone knows that promposals can easily turn into public displays of rejection. So, no thank you.”

“I think it’s romantic,” Wanda defends.

“You would. You probably like all the clichés, dinner and a movie as a first date, a dozen red roses and chocolates on Valentine’s Day,” you tease.

“There is nothing wrong with clichés.”

“Of course not. Nothing says romance like overpriced flowers that you’ll just throw away a few days later,” you counter sarcastically.

“You would make an impossible Valentine. Only a potted plant would satisfy you,” Wanda giggles, rolling her eyes at you as if what you were saying was absurd. Giggles become a full laugh when you agree with her. “Exactly! Now we’re talking. And preferably something hard to kill. Ooh, like those little baby cacti or the other green ones that are soft.”

“Succulents?” she offers. When you thank her for providing the word, she teases, “Are you sure you read?”

You playfully glare at her. “You know, I was thinking about making a quick stop at the cute little bookshop in town tomorrow after the arcade and thought how I could use some company,” you say and seeing Wanda’s eyes widen in excitement, you continue, “but now I’m not so sure what I would find myself doing at a bookstore seeing as some people think I am illiterate.”

She clearly knows you are only joking but she decides to clarify anyway, “I did not say you couldn’t read. I only implied you do not.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Wanda,” you reply whilst pulling out your phone when it chimes letting you know you got a text message. The message is from Nat letting you know that Clint was taking you all out to eat later. You inform Wanda. “Nat says we’re going out for dinner in about an hour.” You go to put your phone back in your pocket before stopping to ask Wanda, “Oh, sorry, did you want to read the message to make sure I read that correctly?”

You do nothing but laugh when she grabs a pillow and smacks your arm with it. You get up and make your way to the door telling her that you’ll let her get back to her book. She stops you when you’re at the door. “Wait, what did you need me for?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to hang out with you.” You shrug. Your nonchalant response of simply wanting to spend time with her makes Wanda’s heart swell. You give her what she knows is a parting smile, but she doesn’t want to watch you go yet, so she asks, “Where are you going now?”

“I am going to probably take a nap before we leave,” you decide, not knowing how to kill the time. Wanda offers, “Why not just nap here?”

“I don’t want to keep bothering you from reading. Wouldn’t want a tardy book report,” you explain with a teasing smile. Wanda refuses to let you go just yet. “How will you bother me when you are sleeping? Unless you snore really loud?”

“Oh, it’s SO loud,” you joke, but Wanda smiles seeing you head back towards the bed. You practically dive onto the bed, which in turn makes her giggle. She watches you get comfortable, pulling a pillow under your head. Your face is inches away from her thigh. She can feel your every exhale. She grabs her book in order to focus on something else and opens it back up to where she marked her page by folding the corner of the page. This does not go unnoticed by you as you find it absolutely horrendous, but you will bring it up to her later.

You try your best to take a nap but it doesn’t happen, although you should use another word instead of “best”. At most it was a feeble attempt. You close your eyes for 5 minutes max before the silence gets to you. You open your eyes and see Wanda has her knees bent in order to use her legs as a type of podium to rest her book against. On your side of things, you see her thigh, now more exposed due to her choice of wearing a skirt and way of sitting, as a canvas and your finger a brush. You begin with soft strokes, smiling when you see the goosebumps rise. Then you go into drawing random patterns. Not two minutes later you feel a sense of satisfaction settle in you when she flexes her thigh moving it more towards you before she moves it away completely. 

You let out an annoyed huff at her moving your “canvas” out of reach. She ignores you. You let your eyes roam over her and your eyes light up when you see a sliver of her side exposed, her shirt having ridden up when she moved her knees to face away from you. You reach out and start the process all over again. This time Wanda lets out a sigh, but it doesn’t sound all too annoyed. She puts her book down and turns to look down at you. “You are awfully distracting.”

“Is the distraction so awful?” you ask without skipping a beat. You don’t look at her, choosing to watch your finger slip under her shirt to continue drawing random shapes.

“I thought you wanted to take a nap?” she says, her voice sounding a little breathy. Her stomach flexes when your finger makes its way to the middle of her torso.

“I think that time could be better utilized for something else,” you say, moving to lean onto your elbow. Your finger trails down the middle of her stomach stopping when it reaches her skirt. You finally look at her. “Don’t you?”

She practically throws her book to the floor before tugging you up by the shirt to kiss you. You kiss her back with as much fervor, letting out a little gasp when she brazenly pulls you onto her lap. She takes the opportunity to slip her tongue in your mouth. You both moan at the sensation. Wanda taking charge turns you on but you’ll be damned if she isn’t taken care of first. So when you both pull back for a chance to breathe, you take the reins trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

Wanda lets out a little whimper when you find a sweet spot but upon realization that you will no doubt leave a mark, she pulls you away from her neck by tugging on your hair. You release a moan that has Wanda almost forgetting why she stopped you but she remembers and warns you, “Y/N, no.”

She rolls her eyes when you sigh displeased. She gives in easily. “Fine, just not anywhere visible.”

With a gleam in your eyes, you kiss her hard, clearly happy at being allowed to mark her skin. Wanda giggles at this but her giggle is cut off when you move to settle between her legs and grab her thighs to drag her down so she is lying on the bed and not sitting up. 

“Lock the door, will you?” you ask. You see her irises go red before you move down her body and hear the click of the door lock.

When it’s nearly time to go, Peter is sent to call you and Wanda downstairs. As he nears the door, he hears unforgettable noises and voices making those noises. He creeps back down the hallway before practically running to get away.

Nat sees Peter at the bottom of the stairs but neither Wanda nor Y/N with him. She asks him if they were ready to go. Peter flushes, “Yeah, I think we should give them like 3 more minutes before um knocking.”

“That’s an oddly specific amount of time to give someone,” Nat says, narrowing her eyes in suspicion at Peter, who does his best to avoid her stare. 

“3 minutes? So she started cursing?” Sam asks coming out of nowhere to stand beside Natasha. When Peter’s face gets red again and he nods, Sam adds, “The mouth on that one. You would have never guessed.”

Nat catches on. “Oh, god. I- how do you know this, exactly?”

“I gave my earphones to Pietro. Figured he would need them more last night camping,” Peter explained, embarrassed he even had to explain. Nat huffs and then makes her way upstairs.

Sam and Peter watch her go. They clearly hear when Nat bangs on the door and yells, “If your asses aren’t clothed and downstairs in 2 minutes, you better count your blessings!”

“We gotta be more like her, Petey. Unafraid of busting down doors, even when knowing exactly what you could find behind it. Badass,” Sam says before he takes a bite out of the chicken nugget he’s holding. Peter looks offended when he sees the nugget. He snatches it out of Sam’s hand before Sam can finish it. Nat comes downstairs in time to see Peter stuff it in his mouth and point a finger at Sam. “Not cool,” he says, still chewing, and walks away.

“That was my last one!” Sam mutters. Nat shakes her head and says, “You’re not fooling anyone, Wilson.”

“Damn, right,” Sam says, pulling another one out of his pocket. Nat cringes at him, all the while he laughs maniacally and says, “But you’ll never know where I keep them!”

He and Nat turn at the sound of you and Wanda making your way downstairs. Wanda rushes past both of them, clearly flustered and ashamed to be caught, a remarkable difference to the shit eating grin on your face evidently proud of what happened upstairs. Nat smacks the back of your head as you pass by her. “At least look embarrassed.”

You ride in Nat’s car, sitting between Wanda and Peter. Peter does everything to avoid looking either of you or Wanda in the eye and Wanda does the same to everyone in the car. It is incredibly awkward and Sam is loving every second of it if the grin on his face gives any indication. 

“So, career as a DJ is a no-go?” Sam says to Wanda over his shoulder as a joke seeing she has covered up the hickies. He succeeds in making her blush out of embarrassment. She kicks the back of his seat in retaliation and Nat joins in by punching his shoulder. You glare at him but change the subject in lieu of participating in the violence. 

You pull out your phone and scroll through your camera roll until you find pictures from two years ago. You bump Peter’s knee with your own to call his attention. All you do is show him the photo on your phone and his awkward demeanor disappears, replaced with shock. His eyes widen upon seeing the photo and a huge smile appears on his face. He looks at you. “No way! Is that?”

You just nod and hand him your cell. He snatches it up and zooms in on the photo. Sam gets curious and asks, “Is that who? What’s happening?” Wanda just keeps staring at the window and Nat keeps her attention on the road but you know well they are both listening.

Peter shows him the screen. It is a photo of you and your friends at comic con with an actress in the middle. “Who is that?” Sam asks. Peter scoffs but it sounds more like he’s choking. “Who is that? Only Daisy Ridley, the prettiest woman alive!” He turns the phone back to him almost as if Sam isn’t worthy to see the photo anymore. 

“You should see her in person. Absolutely stunning,” you tell Peter. Wanda turns her head at that and asks to see the photo. Peter hands the phone over to her and goes back to being excited. “I can’t believe you met her. I’m so jealous.”

Wanda studies the photo, also zooming in to see the person in question. Then she follows to zoom in on everyone else’s faces, smiling when she gets to yours. You have the widest smile on your face but she notices unlike everyone else in the frame, it’s directed at one of your friends. You’re smiling at that friend like you smile at Wanda, and she doesn’t like the feeling bubbling in her stomach at that thought. The tiniest frown forms on her face as she hands you back the phone. “She is very pretty,” Wanda says before going back to staring out the window. 

You feel weird about the way she said that but you do not read into it too much. You lean into her space placing your hand on her thigh and say, “It seems like I can’t go anywhere without stumbling upon a beautiful woman.” Nat groans from the driver’s seat as does Sam. You congratulate yourself when you see Wanda try to fight a smile when she turns to roll her eyes at you. 

“That was so bad, Y/N. Never do that again,” Nat says. Wanda giggles then and agrees with Nat but she also holds your hand on her thigh for the rest of the ride. 

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A/N: Long awaited chapter. “i’m sorry”s from me hold no value when I keep doing the same thing and making you wait so instead I say thanks for your patience and I hope you like it. No dirty deets (smut) for now but I am slowly working myself up to it (pun intended). 

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A Little Bit Jealous

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: smut, a lil alchohol

Summary: You are a very flirtatious person except with Wanda...

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wanted to write something before vacation as i'm still drawing blanks on PGATW! Not checked or anything oopsie. <3

You were the most flirtatious person you knew... and it was a little bit of an addictive habit. Not really a good one, either, but you didn't care enough to drop the act. You have had multiple people confess their crush on you, which inevitably ended a friendship or two, but most of the time it was just an awkward conversation about how the excessive flirting is just a platonic love language to you.

Part of it was due to your desire to make other people happy and feel good about themselves, and the other part of the habit acted as an emotional reflex. It was your go-to way of avoiding your feelings, as it also provided a boost of serotonin to witness people's reactions to your comments. So yeah, it was literally addicting.

And maybe you knew that... but at the same time, it was a part of you. You couldn't find reason enough to quit.

There was one person though, that you couldn't bring yourself to flirt with.

Wanda Maximoff.

And it wasn't like you hated her or anything... it's just that flirting with her would be real to you. It wouldn't be a game. It would make your inevitable crush on her a reality that you could never dream of passing up.

And maybe you knew that... but you would never admit it to anyone. You wanted your relationship with Wanda to be as genuine as possible, so avoiding your feelings was the way to go.

Wanda didn't really like that, though. She wanted you to flirt with her. She was jealous.

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A knock was heard at your door as you were making your finishing outfit touches for Tony's fundraiser party, pushing the rubber back onto your earring. You opened the door to find Wanda in a sparkling red dress, and you willed everything in you to not stare at her image, much less make any comments. She had on a pair of matching heels and vibrant red lipstick, and her hair was pulled into a loose braid that cascaded down her back.

"Hey," You breathed a soft smile, begrudgingly peeling your eyes away.

"You ready?" You knew she had on a grin behind your back as you went to put in your last earring in front of the mirror.

"Yeah." You turned back around to face her.

"You look lovely, by the way..." She said as she followed you out the door.

"Oh... thank you. You too, Wanda." You bit your tongue. Yes, I might look lovely, but you are stunning, baby. A small blush lit your cheeks that you hoped the Sokovian couldn't see.

"Are you excited for the party?" She attempted to make conversation on the way to the elevator.

"Uhh... yeah! I love spending time with everyone when we're not on a mission. It's fun. Plus everyone is always drunk at the afterparty, and it's a great source of entertainment for someone who doesn't drink." You smirked, remembering the last few parties very vividly.

"Right..." Wanda reflected on what happened last time with a tinge of embarrassment. "I think I'll join you in sobriety for this one."

That made you laugh, remembering her previous situation with alcohol.

"Remind me why you don't drink, though?"

You faltered, not wanting to get too deep into a conversation at the moment.

"Uhh... My dad.."

"Hey! Hold the elevator!" You released a breath that you didn't know you were holding as Natasha walked up to the doors. You whistled when she stepped inside.

"Whew Nat! Who are you after tonight? You look hot, honey! More than normal, at least!" You jokingly raked your eyes down her body as she laughed.

"Oh, shut up. I just thought I might have a little fun tonight." She rolled her eyes.

"Well save a little bit of that fun for me," you smirked as she hit your arm, missing the blush on Wanda's cheeks as you talked with nat.

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The time for the afterparty had finally arrived as the team had found themselves crowded on the couches once again, inebriated except for you. Wanda had failed at her word of sobriety, but not by much. Tony had found an empty bottle around, so everyone was getting ready for a game of spin the bottle: seven minutes in heaven.

To your surprise, Wanda wanted to go first. You didn't know if you wanted it to land on you or not, but you would find out soon enough that maybe the Sokovian had made it land on you.

"Alright, Wanda. You game?" You smirked.

"I'm the one who spun it, you idiot. Of course, I am." You laughed as the two of you headed over to the storage closet.

"You know, I could have bet that you couldn't avoid alcohol tonight. I should have." You said as you shut the door behind you.

"Oh, come on. I had one drink." She rolled her eyes and you laughed, but no time passed before she asked a question. "How come you don't flirt with me?"

This caught you off guard as your expression dropped.

"Umm... huh..." You had no idea how to respond.

"Oh come on. You practically undressed Nat with your eyes in the elevator and you were all over Sam and Maria tonight. You don't do that with me. Do you not like me, or something? Why am I any different?" She looked genuinely hurt, and you decided at that moment that you couldn't hold back what you felt for her.

You bit back any comments about jealousy or desire, but for once, forced yourself to spit out your feelings.

"Because... Wanda. If I flirt with you, that means it's gonna be real."

"What is going to be real?"

"My feelings for you are going to be real. I wouldn't be complimenting you to give you a confidence boost, it would be to be vulnerable with you. I wouldn't be undressing you with my eyes just to say that you look good, but because I actually want to undress you. And that's too many ideas and thoughts for me to hold onto, Wanda. And if this conversation made you uncomfortable... you can understand why I don't flirt with you, Wanda." You thinned your lips and leaned back onto one of the shelves, nervous for her response.

"What if I don't want you to hold onto those thoughts?" You looked up.

"What are you saying..."

"When you compliment me, I want to know that it's real. When you dance close, I want to know that you feel the same desire that I do. When you roll your eyes at me, I want to know that it's only because I made you feel that way. And when you undress me with your eyes, I want to know that you're actually imagining pulling my clothes off piece by piece, taking your time to treat me right."

Wanda was now standing right in front of you, breathing as heavily as you.

"How many minutes do we have left?" You whispered.

"five and a half."

"No time to waste then," You crashed your lips into hers, relishing in the touch that you never imagined you'd be allowed to have. A little headstrong, you backed her up into the opposite wall, picking her up and holding her against the shelf. Her thighs hugged onto your waist as your hands made their way around her body.

You moved your lips down her neck as you worked to hike up her short red dress, earning a groan when your hands found their way to her ass.

"How long have you been wanting to do this, darling?" Wanda smirked through a heavy pant.

"Ever since we met, baby. I glanced at you and knew I should stop myself before I even started. Why, what about you?" You placed her back down on the ground as your lips drifted onto her chest and your hands found her inner thighs.

"Ever since you made a suggestive comment to Nat. I realized how much I wanted it to be me."

"Jealous, are we?" You smirked against her skin.

"I never said tha- oh," She moaned as you grazed your fingers over her panties.

"Try that again, baby."

"Ok, maybe a little bit."

"Good girl." You nearly whispered as you pushed the fabric aside and slowly dragged two fingers through her cunt. "You're so wet for me, Wanda. It's hard to think I've denied this from you for so long."

"Yeah, well you can make up for it now, darling." Wanda groaned as you continued to lightly stroke her pussy.

"What do you want me to do, Wanda?" You smirked up to her and she glared at you but gave into begging anyways.

"I want you to shove those two fingers inside of me and fuck me like your little jealous slut. I want to come undone to you, darling... I want to be yours. Take me, please."

Both of you knew that Wanda had long since won you over, but her words sent shocks down your spine as you pushed your fingers in. You didn't hesitate to pick up the speed, watching her expressions to see what she liked and didn't. After a curl of your fingers, she gasped, and you grinned.

You continued to work at that spot, slowly working her clit with your other hand.

"Do you wanna cum, Wanda?" You teased and she quickly nodded. You picked up the pace of your pumps and strokes one more time before finally feeling her release. As you slowed her down, you brought your lips back up to hers.

You slowly slipped your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth, groaning as she watched you with lust.

"How much time do we have left?" She croaked, a knock at the door coming shortly after.

"None."

"Not happening." She grabbed your wrist and teleported the two of you to her room.

"Are you two good in there?" Steve's voice came from the other side of the door. "Hello?" Another pause. "I'm coming in." He opened the door, but nobody was in there, returning to the group. "It's empty."

Everyone looked confused.

"Hey, Jarvis?" Tony yelled. "Where are Wanda and Y/N?"

"Ms. Maximoff brought Y/N up to her room."

"About time." Nat giggled, followed by everyone else. Of course, everyone already knew.

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Retribution

DARK FIC, READ WARNINGS

warnings: slight dubcon, dom!wanda, sub!agatha, use of magic, bondage magic, angry sex, face slapping, hair pulling, spit kink, manipulation, mentions of (non sexual) violence,

“You ruined everything!” Wanda yells, sending furniture sliding across the floor and slamming into the opposite wall.

“Calm down, Wanda, it’s just me,” Agatha says in a sickly sweet voice that fills Wanda with boiling rage.

“Everything I built, you ruined! I had a life, a family, and you took it all away!”

Wanda crosses the room in long steps and as she gets closer, Agatha takes a step back. She hits the wall behind her and she puts her hand out to stop Wanda, but she bats it away.

“You’re going to pay for this,” she hisses.

“You know,” Agatha clears her throat, “your accent gets thicker when you’re mad.”

Agatha immediately regretted the teasing remark when Wanda brought her hand up and slapped her across the face. She chokes on a surprised gasp and works her jaw to alleviate the sting.

“You’re quite the little firecracker, aren’t you, red?” she laughs humorlessly.

Wanda, having enough of Agatha’s jibes, covers her mouth with her hand and gives her a threatening glare.

“Speak again and it’ll be the last time.”

Agatha didn’t believe she would go through with the threat, but she doesn’t push any further and only nods.

Wanda releases the other woman’s mouth, then grabs both of her wrists and holds them over her head. Agatha feels a warm tingle, and when she looks up, she sees glowing red chains wrapped around her wrists.

“Come,” Wanda orders bluntly as she walks to the center of the room. Agatha only hesitates for a moment, but it is apparently too long for Wanda. She uses her magic to pull her forward and stops her only inches in front of her face.

Wanda attaches the bonds to the ceiling and starts to pace around Agatha’s suspended body. She admires her former neighbor’s figure; she may hate the woman but she isn’t blind. Wanda reaches out to place a hand on the center of her back, and Agatha jumps, making the chains jingle.

“What are you so afraid of?” Wanda asks, walking back in front of her. Agatha looks down at her with a pleading expression, and Wanda almost feels bad for her. Almost.

“Please let me go,” Agatha begs.

“What did I say about talking?”

Agatha squeezes her eyes shut and forces tears to spring to her eyes. Wanda is mad now, but she’s not an evil person. Her compassion is her weakness, and Agatha knows how to play into it perfectly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just... I didn’t want to do this. He made me,” she says, throwing in a few voice cracks for good measure.

“Who made you?”

Agatha opens her glassy eyes and gently shakes her head, like it would hurt her too much to tell Wanda the truth.

“Who made you?” Wanda asks again, firmer this time.

“Tony Stark,” Agatha breathes out.

Wanda’s stomach drops at the name. In the world she created, Tony Stark didn’t exist. Steve Rogers was a household name, the heroic Captain America who saves the day and is the image of goodness. Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, or Uncle Clint and Aunt Nat as her kids called them, lived far away on a nice, quaint little farm with Clint’s wife and his family. All of the Avengers existed in her world somehow, except Tony Stark.

“He blamed you for breaking up the team,” Agatha explains. “It was his last wish to make sure you end up in prison, away from your family just like you took away his.”

The anger fades from Wanda’s face, but nothing replaces it. She stares blankly at the floor as she processes what she’s heard. Tony Stark, the man who’s weapons killed her parents, the man who destroyed her home, and the man who tore apart her found family, blamed her?

“I’m so sorry, Wanda. I didn’t have another choice... he had a team of people come after my family.”

Wanda’s mind raced, thinking of reasons as to why Tony would do this. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t deserve any of this. Maybe she just didn’t want to believe, but she was convinced this was wrong.

“You’re lying,” Wanda says, finally looking up from the floor.

“I wish I was, I really do,” Agatha sobs.

“He wouldn’t have done this.”

“I’m so sorry, Wanda.”

“Stop lying to me!” Wanda screams, the sound echoing throughout the room, making the furniture rattle. “You’ve done nothing but lie!”

Wanda’s hands ball into tight fists at her side and red energy swirls around her. Her eyes begin to glow and for the first time, Agatha feels genuine fear at what Wanda may do. Wanda grabs Agatha’s thigh and sends a hot wave of energy through her body.

It burns her everywhere, making her feel like she’s boiling from the inside. She opens her mouth to scream, but no sound comes out; only a red light emanating from her throat.

Agatha thrashes about against the chains, but it’s no use. She can’t escape the pain and Wanda is too furious to show her mercy now.

When Wanda finally lets go, the burning sensation stops and Agatha goes limp, hanging from her wrists as she tries to catch her breath.

“You’re a witch,” Wanda says, making Agatha look at her again. “Tony Stark didn’t send you, you came after my power.”

“Don’t be-”

“Don’t try to lie again, I know the truth. I looked inside your head, I saw the destruction you wish to bring.”

Wanda steps forward and places her hand on Agatha’s thigh again and she flinches, expecting it to burn. When it doesn’t she opens her eyes to find Wanda smirking.

“I’ll make you a deal. You can tell me what I want to know, or I’ll find out myself. One of those will be far less comfortable for you than the other.”

Wanda’s voice is low, almost seductive in a way. Agatha shakes slightly as Wanda looks at her intensely, her gaze unwavering even slightly.

“I’ll tell you,” Agatha says weakly, making Wanda smile.

“Wonderful,” Wanda chirps.

Just as Agatha was about to speak, Wanda trials her hand up her stomach, stopping just between her breasts. Agatha chokes, surprised at the other woman’s actions.

“Don’t mind me,” Wanda says nonchalantly as she lifts the hem of Agatha’s shirt and pushes her hand up, feeling her soft stomach.

Wanda grabs ahold of Agatha’s bra and rips it clean off like it was nothing. She gasps when Wanda pinches at her nipple with cold fingers, instinctively pushing her chest out for more. Wanda raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment. Instead, she pulls her hand out of Agatha’s shirt and snaps her fingers, and in a flash, all of her clothes disappear.

She yelps when the cool air of the room hits her body all at once, and she squirms to try to cover herself, but there is so use. Wanda grabs Agatha by the hair to keep her in place, shooting her a glare that says stay still.

“Start talking before I do something you won’t enjoy,” Wanda threatens.

“What do you want to know?” Agatha breathes out.

“Tell me everything. Who you are, what you want from me.”

Agatha nods quickly and begins to explain. She tells Wanda she is a witch and has been for four-hundred years. She tells of how she’s been searching for a more powerful being to teach her, to make her stronger, and that Wanda is the most powerful beacon of energy in the entire multiverse.

Wanda listens intently and begins to notice the story does not entirely add up. She decides to give Agatha a little more encouragement to keep telling the truth.

She kneads Agatha’s breast roughly in on hand, and with the other, she slides it between her legs to cup her pussy. Agatha squeezes her legs shut in surprise, which only adds to the minimal friction Wanda is providing. She moans quietly, an involuntary little noise that escapes her throat and makes her chest flush in embarrassment.

“Do you like that?” Wanda asks rhetorically as she slips her fingers between Agatha’s lips to press directly against her clit.

Agatha struggles with her answer. It feels good and she desperately wants more, but she’s also being held captive and interrogated. Squeezing her eyes shut, she nods quickly. Wanda smirks and rubs her fingers over Agatha’s clit. She laughs to herself when Agatha starts to roll her hips, matching her pace.

“If you wanted to learn, why did you come here to destroy me?” Wanda asks as she dips her fingertip inside of the other woman.

“I wanted it for myself,” Agatha confesses, “I knew I couldn’t make this myself, but I could get rid of you and take it for myself.”

Wanda is surprised at the other witch’s honesty. She already knew her intentions, but she wasn’t expecting Agatha to confess so bluntly.

“Was that so hard?” Wanda coos as she curls her fingers inside Agatha, rubbing her wall.

“No, no it wasn’t, I’m so sorry,” she babbles.

Wanda reaches up to brush a lock of hair out of Agatha’s face, a gentle contrast to the rest of this encounter.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Agatha?”

“Yes,” she whines.

“You’d make such a good pet, darling. So obedient and pretty.”

Wanda’s fingers fuck into Agatha’s pussy faster, hitting her sweet spot with each stroke. Agatha’s face is twisted is pleasure and her chest heaves with exertion.

“I think I’ll keep you,” Wanda says darkly. “It will be your punishment for trying to take this from me.”

Agatha can’t hear Wanda anymore, too focused on her own pleasure to notice. She throws her head back and opens her mouth in a silent scream as her orgasm washes over her. It feels like it lasts forever; heat bubbles inside of her and her body jerks with each new wave. Her eyes roll back in her head and she sees a faint image of Wanda standing over her with glowing red eyes, but for some reason, she doesn’t feel afraid.

“This is where you belong,” Wanda says in a booming voice that echoes throughout the vast space in Agatha’s mind. “Helpless and bound at my mercy.”

Agatha doesn’t argue, doesn’t try to fight. She just nods, accepting her role as Wanda’s toy. Maybe one day she’ll be able to overthrow her, but for now, she is too weak to even dream of it.

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a little birdie told me pt. 19

Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business.”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, mentions of forced marriage, sex, mentions of alcohol abuse

Notes: I can not express how much I've loved writing this story and seeing people interact! I hope you all will stay and read about Peter and Indigo's story 💛

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Y/N did get her chance to surprise Steve with the baby. After that first night home from the hospital, they started fresh. It wasn’t always easy, but they had stayed true to 100% honesty and it made life easier. A couple weeks after he had been home from the hospital, she had put Jamie in the big brother shirt and put him in his highchair with a snack. They were due over to the compound for a celebratory potluck dinner and she was trying to get everything ready. The front door opened as she was cooking and Steve greeted her with a kiss. Y/N pulled away and smiled up at him, “Could you grab Jamie and clean him up? I’m almost done.”

Hiding her excitement as she waited was nearly impossible. Finally, she heard him choke on air when he read the shirt, “Sweetheart, something you want to tell me?”

Y/N turned around and bit her lip nervously, “Surprise?”

“You’re pregnant?” Steve was frozen in place, “Really? Jamie’s gonna be a big brother?”

Y/N put the spoon down and walked over to her little family, “Yeah, is that okay?”

“Is that okay? Of course, it’s okay!” Steve picked her up and spun her around, kissing her hard. Images were flashing in his mind: a house with a yard, two kids running around as he and the dog chased after them. Y/N painting as she watched. The fearsome mobster looked like a puppy, “I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby! Who knows about this?”

“Just Mom and Becca.”

His hand smoothed over her stomach, “How far along?”

“About 10 weeks. I thought most of my symptoms were from stress but apparently

Not.”

He had the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face, “I can’t wait to tell everyone.” They quickly finished everything up at the house and drove over to the compound. Steve grabbed Jamie out of the car and the group went in.

Jamie stayed in Y/N’s lap for a while, but eventually, Bucky wanted some time with his nephew. He was playing with him when Y/N watched him pull the shirt taut and read what it said. His eyes got bigger than Steve’s had and he turned to her. She couldn’t even try to hide the giant smile on her face. “Birdie, is this a joke?”

“No, it’s not a joke.”

“Holy shit! Are you serious?” Bucky’s exclamation had drawn the attention of others.

“What’s going on?” Nat looked concerned. He turned Jaime around and showed the table the shirt. There was a moment of silence while they read it and then an explosion of excitement. Jaime burst into tears from the shock and Y/N laughed as she took him back to comfort him.

Tony came over to hug her. “I’m so proud of you, little bird. Admittedly, I kinda want to punch Rogers but I also felt that before the announcement,” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “All I’ve ever wanted is for you and Peter to be safe and somehow along the way I lost sight of what that meant. Because of it I lost so many years with you and led you right into HYDRA’s trap. I wish I would’ve seen what I was doing to you. Despite all of my failings, I’m so proud of who you’ve become. With Pepper being pregnant and now you, I never want to miss a second of your life.”

Y/N had happy tears in her eyes and she hugged Tony, “I love you, Dad.” She smirked at him, “Besides, you’re gonna have Steve Rogers as a son-in-law for the rest of your life. That is the best kind of karma I know.”

All of the noise in the room came to a standstill and the father-daughter duo turned. Y/N audibly gasped at how rough her brother looked. Peter stood in the doorway, looking worse than death. His shirt was rumpled, hair pointing in all directions and his eyes were bloodshot. He had a piece of paper clutched tight in his fist, “Indy’s gone.”

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Out Of Time ~ 128

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Word Count: 3,500ish

Summary: Tony works to save Dr. Strange and Y/N. The fugitive Avengers find their way to the compound. (gifs aren’t mine)

As the alien started guiding the piece of pavement towards the giant circular ship, the cloak that was around Strange tore itself free and flew the piece of pavement away.

“No!” The alien yelled, following after it.

Iron Man and Spider-Man were both fighting off the large alien in the nearby park Tony had crashed into, when the pavement piece flew passed. All Tony could see was the cloak and the alien following, so he knew it was Strange and that he was in trouble.

“Kid, that’s wizard,” Tony told Peter, blocking an attack. “Get on it.”

“On it!” Peter replied, quickly swinging in that direction.

Spider-Man chased after the skinny alien, who was floating speedily and upright on a small platform of burbling debris. Swinging in between the pavement and the alien, Peter tried to tie up the alien. The alien attacked back, throwing a billboard at Spider-Man.

“Not cool!” Peter responded.

The alien bent all the utility poles in the path of the feeing clock, finally snagging the garment and ripping it loose of the pavement. Spider-Man re-arrived on the scene, finally noticing something.

“Uh, Mr. Stark? We have a problem,” Peter’s nervous voice rang over the comms.

“What is is kid?” Tony replied, still fighting off the larger alien. “I’m kinda in the middle—“

“Both the wizard and Miss Rogers are unconscious on the floating piece of road.”

“What?! I’ll be right there!”

Peter swung down to the pavement and stood on it, careful to not step on Strange or Y/N. Bending down, he went to break Y/N free when a cone of blue light began to pull the group upwards. Spider-Man jumped off, grabbing onto the nearest light post while using his webbing to try and keep the piece of pavement in place. The alien quickly uprooted the light post, sending Dr. Strange, the cloak, Y/N, and Peter on their way to the circular ship.

“Uhhh, Mr. Stark?” Peter called again. “I’m being beamed up!”

“Hang on, kid!” Tony responded.

Before Tony could fly over there, the giant alien he was fighting pinned Tony to the ground by his hammer that doubled as a claw. As the giant jumped towards Iron Man, blades ready to end the fight, he was sent through a portal instead. The alien turned and leaped  to return back through the portal, but Wong rapidly closed it and only the giant’s severed hand made its way back to the park. Bruce kicked the hand way with a noise of disgust. Iron Man then shook himself free of the weapon.

“Wong, you’re invited to my future wedding!” Tony exclaimed before beginning to fly towards the large ship. “Give me a little juice, FRIDAY.”

Iron Man’s foot thrusters suddenly morphed together into a single larger thruster, increasing his speed considerably. 

Peter, not being able to keep hold of the pavement piece, was hanging onto the ship as it flew up into space. The alien and the piece of pavement with Strange and Y/N on it, had disappeared into the ship. Tony knew that Peter wasn’t going to be able to hold on or breathe for much longer.

“Unlock 17-A,” Tony ordered FRIDAY. “Pete, you gotta let go. I’m gonna catch you.”

“But you said save the wizard!” Peter responded. Gasping from lack of oxygen, Peter ripped off his mask. “I can’t breathe!”

“You’re too high up. You’re running out of air.”

“Yeah! That makes sense.”

Quickly, Peter passed out, free-falling, but not before the pod Tony had set out reached him. It attached itself to him, becoming a new suit. Now being able to breathe, Spider-Man landed on the bottom part of the ship.

“Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!” Peter commented.

“Happy trails, kid,” Tony replied. “FRIDAY, send him home.”

“Yep,” FRIDAY answered.

A large parachute extended from the new Spider-Man suit, spending him back towards earth.

“Oh, come on!” Peter shouted.

Iron Man latched onto the hull and cut a hole to board the ship, looking for wherever Strange and Y/N were taken.

“Boss, I have lifeforms detected in the ship,” FRIDAY informed. “One of them is most likely Agent Rogers.”

“Can you tell me if she’s breathing?”

A pause. “It appears she is.”

“Okay… I need you to—“

“I’m sorry, Boss, but we seem to be losing connection. We’re too far away from—“ Then FRIDAY”s line cut.

~~~

“Still no word from Vision?” The holographic image of Secretary Ross asked Rhodey. Rhodey was at the compound, dealing with the red tape.

“Satellites lost him somewhere over Edinburgh,” Rhodey replied.

“On a stolen Quinjet with four of the world's most wanted criminals.”

“You know they're only criminals because you've chosen to call them that, right, sir?”

“My God, Rhodes, your talent for horseshit rivals my own.”

“If it weren't for those Accords, Vision would've been right here.”

“I remember your signature on those papers, Colonel.”

“That's right. And I'm pretty sure I've paid for that.”

“You have second thoughts?”

“Not anymore.”

Suddenly, the fugitive Avengers (Sam, Wanda, Nat, and Steve) entered the room. Vision was being supported by Sam.

“Mr. Secretary,” Steve greeted, firmly.

“You got some nerve,” Ross said, hologram walking up to the Captain. “I’ll give you that.”

“You could use some of that right now,” Natasha replied.

“The world's on fire. And you think, all is forgiven?”

“I'm not looking for forgiveness. And I'm way past asking for permission,” Steve stated. “Earth just lost her best defender. So we're here to fight.” He took a step towards the hologram. “And if you wanna stand in our way… we’ll fight you too.” 

Ross turned to Rhodes. “Arrest them.”

“All over it,” Rhodey responded before swiping off the hologram. “That’s a court-martial. It’s great to see you, Cap.”

The two men hugged. “You too, Rhodey,” Steve responded before Natasha went to hug Rhodey.

“Well. You guys really look like crap. Must've been a rough couple of years.”

“Yeah, well, the hotels weren’t exactly five star,” Sam commented.

“Uh, I think you look great,” Bruce nervously walked in from the opposite end of the room. “Uh… heh… Yeah. I’m back.”

“Hi, Bruce,” Nat greeted softly.

“Nat.”

“This is awkward,” Sam whispered.

Steve looked around. “Has anyone heard from Y/N?” He asked. “She’d want to know—“

“She’s missing too, Steve,” Bruce interrupted. “When I found Tony to get his help, Y/N was with him.”

“She was… she was with him? But Y/N’s a fugitive as well. How—“

“Mr. Stark and Miss Rogers have been sneaking around,” Vision cut Steve off.

“What?!” Steve and Rhodey exclaimed.

“It’s been happening for about a year now.”

“Miss Rogers has been seeing Boss and Sergeant Barnes,” FRIDAY clarified. “Trying to work through her feelings.”

“Thats… and she never…” Steve was at a loss for words.

“You didn’t try to reach out to her either, Cap,” Sam said. “You even knew she was staying in Wakanda. T’Challa told you. And you refused to reach out.”

“What happened?” Steve asked, looking at Bruce.

“She got captured,” Bruce explained. “Tony went after the ship to protect her and the Time Stone.”

“Why don’t we take this into the other room?” Rhodey suggested. “Perhaps get you guys something to drink.”

They went into the next room over, each standing or sitting around the room. Bruce explained more of what happened and the other group explained what happened to them.

“So we gotta assume they’re coming back, right?” Rhodey questioned.

“And they can clearly find us,” Wanda added.

“We need all hands on deck,” Bruce stated. “Where’s Clint?”

“After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal,” Nat answered. “It was too tough on their families, they're on house arrest.”

“Who’s Scott?”

“Ant-Man,” Steve replied.

“There's an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man? Okay, look… Thanos has the biggest army in the universe. And he is not gonna stop until he... he gets... Vision's Stone.”

“Well then, we have to protect it,” Nat stated.

“No, we have to destroy it,” Vision said. "I've been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head, about its nature. But also, its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source, something, very similar to its own signature, perhaps… its molecular integrity could fail.”

“And you, with it,” Wanda said. “We’re not having this conversation.”

“Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can't get it.”

“That’s too high a price.”

Vision took Wanda’s face gently with both hands. “With Y/N off world, only you have the power to pay it.” Wanda walked away, distressed. “Thanos threatens half the Universe. One life cannot stand in the way of defeating him.”

“But it should,” Steve said, looking at Vision. “We don’t trade lives, Vision.”

“Captain, 70 years ago, you laid down your life to save how many millions of people. Tell me, why is this any different?”

“Because you might have a choice,” Bruce suggested. “Your mind is made up of a complex construct of overlays. JARVIS, Ultron, Tony, me, the Stone. All of them mixed together. All of them learning from one another.”

“You’re saying Vision isn’t just the Stone?” Wanda asked.

“I'm saying that if we take out the Stone, there's still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts.”

“Can we do that?” Nat wondered.

“Not me. Not here.”

“You better find someone, and somewhere fast,” Rhodey said. “Ross isn't exactly just gonna let you guys have your old rooms back.”

“I know somewhere,” Steve stated. “Wakanda. But someone first has to explain how Y/N has anything to do with the Stone.”

“70 years ago, the Tesseract chose her to be the protector of the Stones,” Vision explained, knowing the story due to housing the Mind Stone in his head. “That’s how she survived the fall. The Tesseract holds the Space Stone. Her powers come for each of the Stones, so she has the power to destroy the Stones, by channeling them. Y/N is able to wield and control the all the Stones.”

“What I showed her…” Wanda said quietly. “It was the Stone… Y/N’s the key to stopping Thanos.”

~~~

T’Challa already knew Y/N was missing before Steve had contacted him. With Okoye and two other guards, he made his way to Bucky’s place. Bucky was throwing bags onto a partly-filled car, being watched by two village children.

“You’ll have the Kingsgaurd, and the Dora Milaje have been alerted,” Okoye told T’Challa as they made their way towards Bucky’s small hut. 

“And the Border Tribe?” T’Challa wondered.

“Those that are left.”

“Send word to the Jabari as well. M’Baku likes a good fight.”

“And what of this one?” Okoye looked at Bucky, just down the hill.

“This one may be tired of war. But the White Wolf has rested long enough.”

They made their way to Bucky. The guards set an elaborate and high-tech looking case down on the cart. They opened the lid to reveal the black and gold vibranium arm that Bucky had worn on Valentine’s Day.

Bucky sighed. “Where’s the fight?” He asked.

“On its way,” T’Challa answered. “And, Barnes…” The King glanced over at Okoye. “There’s something else. It’s about Y/N.”

Bucky was immediately alert. “What is it?”

“She’s missing.”

~~~

Dr. Strange was floating horizontally, face down, surrounded by dozens of long, glassy needles, as the alien interrogated him. Y/N was still unconscious, tied to the pavement off to the side.

“In all the time I’ve served Thanos, I’ve never failed him,” the alien told Dr. Strange. “If I were to reach our rendezvous on Titan with the Time Stone still attached to your vaguely irritating person, there would be... judgement.” The needles began to contact Dr. Strange’s face, causing pain. “Give me… the Stone.”

Tony was watching, hiding from above. After receiving a tap on the arm, Tony turned around, hand up and ready to shoot. Tony stood stand after seeing that it was the cloak.

“Wow, you’re a seriously loyal piece of outerwear, aren’t you?” Tony commented.

“Yeah, un speaking of loyalty…”

Tony and the cloak turn, completely shocked, to see Peter dropping down from above.

“What the—“

“I know what you’re gonna say,” Peter interrupted, holding his hands out.

“You should not be here,” Tony stated.

“I was gonna go home—“

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

“But it was such a long way down and I just thought about you and Y/N on the way—”

“And now I gotta hear it.”

“—and I kinda stuck to the side of the ship. And this suit is ridiculously intuitive, by the way. So if anything, it’s kinda your fault that I’m here.”

Both the cloak and Tony looked shocked, again. “What did you just say?”

“I take that back. And now I’m here in space.”

“Yeah.” Tony went to stand right in front of Peter. “Right where I don’t want you to be. This isn’t Coney Island. This isn't a field trip. It's a one-way ticket. You hear me? Don't pretend like you thought this through. You could not have possibly thought this through.”

"No. I did think this through.”

“You could not have possibly thought this through.”

“It's just .. you can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there's no neighborhood.” Peter waited to get something from Tony, but nothing. “Okay. That didn't really make any sense, but you know what I'm trying to say.”

Tony let out a shaky breath. “Come on. We got a situation.” 

Tony led Peter over to where they could see Dr. Strange, Y/N, and the alien. Peter crouched down to study the situation and the cloak leaned over his shoulder.

“See him down there?” Tony pointed to Dr. Strange. “He’s in trouble. And Y/N laying over there as well. What’s your plan? Go.”

“Um. Okay, okay… uh…” Peter stuttered, trying to think. He and the cloak popped back upright. “Okay. Did you ever see this really old movie, Aliens?”

~~~

Meanwhile, the Stones were talking to an unconscious Y/N.

“You can’t stop what’s coming… it will come, no matter what. You are being saved for the final battle… we will stop you from doing anything to prevent what needs to happen. What’s supposed to happen… someday, you will understand. There are things meant to be learned, things meant to happen, that we will not let you stop… use your powers wisely.”

She gasped quietly, waking up. Y/N quickly studied her surroundings. She could feel the Time Stone close before she noticed the predicament Dr. Strange was in. The glass spikes were pressing into Strange’s skin, causing him to let out a groan.

“Painful, aren’t they?” The alien taunted. Ebony Maw, the name was, Y/N finally getting inside his head. “They were originally designed for microsurgery. And any one of them—“

There was a thump behind Maw, he turned to see Iron Man standing there. Tony’s hand repulsers were ready to fire. Y/N closed her eyes and focused on getting out of the utility ropes without making a big scene.

“—could end your friend’s life in an instant,” Maw continued.

“I gotta tell you, he’s not really my friend,” Tony responded. “Saving his life is more a professional courtesy.”

“Ah, yes. It’s the girl you’re really after.” Maw walked slowly towards Iron Man, beckoning very large metal objects to float behind him. “Too bad you’ve saved nothing. Your powers are inconsequential compared to mine.”

“Yeah, but the kid’s seen more movies.”

Iron Man fired a rocket from his shoulder which pierces the side of the ship to Maw’s right and began to suck everything out with depressurization, including Y/N. She quickly portaled herself to behind Tony, relieving herself from the binds. Maw was sucked out into space quickly. Dr. Strange was pulled loose of his bindings and the needles, also heading for the hole. The cloak quickly wrapped around Dr. Strange, trying to keep him inside. Strange and the cloak lost their grip, but Spider-Man shot a web strand, holding him in place. Or trying to. 

The web broke, sending both Strange and Peter towards space. Suddenly, Peter’s suit releases metal spider-like arms, keeping him from being sucked out. Y/N quickly portaled Strange behind her.

“Yes!” Peter shouted, looking at the metal arms. “Wait, what are those?!”

Using the metal arms, Peter leaped to get to a safer place. Tony quickly sprayed nano-particles onto the hole to plug it. Spider-Man landed on his new legs, quickly retracted them. He found the cloak hovering next to him. 

“Hey, we haven’t officially met,” Peter said, offering the cloak his hand. It ignored it, going straight to Strange. “Cool.”

Tony’s suit quickly disappeared back into the arc reactor as he rushed to Y/N. He grabbed onto her arms, examining her body for any injuries.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He asked. Tony’s hands found a place on her cheeks. “Tell me you’re—“

“I’m fine, Tony,” she responded. “I’m fine.”

He gave her a kiss before pulling her in for a hug. “I was so worried.”

“I’m fine.” She hugged him back, breathing him in. “I’m fine.”

“We’ve gotta turn this ship around,” Strange stated.

“Yeah. Now he wants to run,” Tony replied. “Great plan.”

“No, I want to protect the Stone.”

Tony walked towards the front window, showing that they were speeding. “And I want you to thank me now. Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“For what? Nearly blasting me into space?”

“Who just saved your magical ass? Me.”

“Technically it was me,” Y/N added.

“I seriously don’t know how you fit your head into that helmet,” Strange scoffed.

“Admit it. You should have ducked out when I told you to,” Tony continued. “I tried to bench you. You refused.”

“I tried to bench your girlfriend, yet she refused as well. And, unlike everyone else in your life, I don’t work for you.”

“And due to that fact, we’re now in a flying doughnut billions of miles away from Earth with no backup.”

“I’m backup,” Peter said, raising his hand.

“No. You’re a stowaway.” Tony pointed his finger between himself and Strange. “The adults are talking.”

“I’m sorry, I’m confused as to the relationship here,” Strange said. “Wh—what is he, your ward?”

“No,” Peter responded. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Dr. Strange.”

“Oh, we're using our made-up names. Um... I'm Spider-Man, then."

“Peter,” Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes.

“This ship is self-correcting its course,” Tony stated. “Thing’s on autopilot.”

“Can we control it?” Strange asked, walking closer to Tony. “Fly us home.”

Tony, looking out in space, was lost in bad memories. Of going through the portal, of what Wanda showed him. 

“Tony?” Y/N called softly, stepping towards him. She was concerned. 

“Yeah?” He responded. He met her gaze briefly, quickly looking away cause it was not the time for him to be freaking out or for her to be reading him.

“Can you get us home?” Strange asked.

“Yeah. I heard you. I’m thinking… I’m not so sure we should.”

“What?” Y/N questioned. “Why?”

“Under no circumstance can we bring the Time Stone to Thanos,” Strange stated. “I don't think you quite understand what's at stake here.”

Tony talked over to Strange. “No. It's you who doesn't understand, that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he sent an army to New York and now he's back! And I don't know what to do. Because I am not sacrificing Y/N for the sake of the universe, for whatever the Stones have told her is her destiny. So I'm not so sure if it's a better plan to fight him on our turf or his but you saw what they did, what they can do. At least on his turf, he's not expecting it. So I say we take the fight to him. Doctor. Do you concur?”

Strange was silent for a moment. “Alright, Stark. We go to him. But you have to understand... if it comes to saving you or the kid or the Time Stone... I will not hesitate to let either of you die. I can't, because the fate of the universe depends on it.”

“Nice. Good. Moral compass. We're straight.” Tony stepped over to Peter, formally tapping each of Peter’s shoulders. “Alright kid. You’re an Avenger now.”

“You skipped me,” Y/N said, walking up to Strange.

“Excuse me?” He questioned.

“You said that if it came between saving Tony, Peter, or the Time Stone, that you’d choose the Time Stone… but what about me?”

“You and I both know, Y/N, that the Stones will not let you die until you have completed what they need you for. No matter what that may be.”

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