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misschanadlerbong · 1 year

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Chapter 9 - Part 1

Summary: Y/N was not doing so well in her studies so she seeks Clay Jensen's help, but things get a bit heated.

Warnings: make-out

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2k

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The last term of your senior year was going fairly well. The tension between Zach and you were at ease and you both were back to being good sports teammates there was no denying the fact that you guys made the best team.

You found it hard to believe, but it had been a long since you acknowledged that life sucked. But life’s a bitch whenever you feel too happy it bites you in the back.

You got called in by your history teacher and it seemed like you weren’t doing good with your grades, and you needed grades to get into a good college.

“But I’ll have my sports scholarship, so why worry about the grades?” you argued.

“Ms. Y/L/N I understand that you have a sports scholarship but that does not mean that I will be happy to see such low grades in your history test. Y/N you did so well in the first term despite being caught up in sports. I want you to improve your scores as they were. There should always be a backup plan. Let us hope to see a spike in your grades in end-term tests.” The teacher suggested.

To be honest the truth was that you were so caught up with your encounter with Bryce and your breakup with Zach that you almost forgot that you had school to be good at. You made it seem so easy that you could handle it all but, you were just seventeen and you couldn’t handle it all too well. Those sleepless nights of overthinking, thinking how you could have done it differently, what would have happened if you didn’t end up with Bryce in that filthy clubhouse, spending a lot of time in the bathroom crying and the list goes on.

You possessed this power where you can be cheerful and happy from the outside without anyone letting know what’s going on the inside. You never liked the idea of burdening other people with your problems.

Now, you had to move on. Those incidents were not worth anything to put your grades at stake. You decided to ask Clay for help as to who can be a better tutor than the smartest student in the class himself.

The school day ended, and you were going into the parking lot with Jessica where Tony was waiting for you in his car to drop you home. While walking in the hallway towards the gate you came across Clay Jensen. “Jess, you wait for me outside, I gotta talk to Clay about something.” You told Jessica.

“Yeah, I’ll be right outside with Tony.” She spoke.

“Hello, Mr. Nerd.” You greeted Clay.

“Oh, hi! You can see me?” said Clay sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes in embarrassment and said innocently “Okay, I have been a bit busy lately. It’s not like I ghosted you or something we still met at the locker often.”

“Yeah, right right right. You kiss me and then for a month I am just a guy whose locker is neighbors with yours.” You could hear the teasing in his words. He didn’t sound mad he was just being savage which was not unlikely of him.

You sighed heavily, “That is not the point Clay, come on. I need your help. Please listen to me?”

You made your pretty please face which no one has ever been able to deny.

“Yeah, tell me. I was just kidding. Sometimes it feels nice to not be the one getting roasted by Ms. Y/N. Anyway, tell me how I could help you ma’am?” He crossed his arms and was ready to listen attentively.

“I kinda need you to tutor me in History and Maths. I missed a few classes, life’s been pretty rocky, so I wasn’t paying attention. Could you maybe help me?”

“Ah, now I wonder why I got attention from Ms. Y/N/L/N and suddenly I exist for her, of course, it is because you need my help. I get it yeah.” He teased yet again.

“Okay, enough with this sassy treatment Clay, you are lucky I need help from you otherwise I don’t take this shit from anyone. I get it I used you and I am sorry. I am. Please?” you said making your pretty please face again.

“I got homework to do so I might not be able to…”

You cut him off and said “Okay Clay, I have tried to be nice but you’re on the Student Honour Board and you must help every student seeking help. Earlier I asked you as a friend but now I am asking you to perform your duty as a peer. Otherwise, I don’t think so you deserve to be on the Student Board.”

“Damn, you got me. I was just fooling around. I’ll help you. It will be my honor. We can meet at Monéts in an hour.” Finally, he agreed to help.

“No not in an hour, I gotta go home and eat something quickly and come back for practice. How about at 6?” you suggested.

“Oh okay, at 6. But it’ll have to be at my place then. That café turns loud till the evening.”

“Done! Thank you so much, Clay. You are the best.”

You kissed his left cheek in a friendly way which left Clay blushing and staring at the floor with his right hand behind his neck as you walked away.

After practicing you took a quick shower and put on your boyfriend-fit jeans with a black graphic tee on the top and grabbed your leather jacket on your way out. You told your mom that you were going to study at Clay’s place which was the only reason why she would permit you to go to a boy’s place. To study.

On your way to the Jensen’s, you stopped by Monéts to buy a couple of drinks for Clay and yourself. You knocked on the door gently and Clay did not even take a minute to open it seemed like he was eagerly waiting for you.

“Hey Hoodie! See what I brought along with me.”

“Hey Y/N, aren’t we supposed to study?” He inquired.

“Okay, Jensen sue me for needing caffeine while studying.” Sarcasm flows with your words.

“Let me that that.” He offered to take your jacket like a gentleman.

With that, he led the way, and you followed him to the round dining table in the kitchen. You placed the drinks on the table and took out your books. Clay peeped into the drinks curiously, wondering what I could have brought.

You made his work easy by giving him his drink and taking yours, “Here, Hot Chocolate for you and Triple Mocha for me.”

“How come I don’t get coffee?” he asked.

“Simple. Because you don’t drink it.” You answered.

He looked surprised by the fact that you knew that information about him. He further inquired “How’d you know that?”

You tried to make it seem normal as you said “I uh… might have read your fan fiction about Alien Killer Robots and Percy is not a Coffee guy either so I gathered that you won’t be too because you resonate with Percy a lot. You are just like him, brave, courageous, empathetic, and compassionate.”

“You read my fiction???... But didn’t you say that you have no interest in Aline Killer Robots and they creep you out?”

Damn this man had many questions, “Okay, I thought of giving it a try you know starting with the fiction, so I am ready for the real thing. And to be honest I must admit, great writing. You made me fall for the whole Alien concept and I might even borrow those comics you recommend to me earlier.”

You could see the pride on Clay’s face, he was so happy that you called him Percy. You knew he was his favorite character, and he would fight anyone who does not like him.

You both sat down on the wooden chairs and Clay started with American history. It seemed like the house had no one except you two until you heard the door being opened by someone.

“Clay, I am home.” The woman spoke.

That someone was Clay’s mom, Lainie Jensen. She was surprised to see an unexpected guest, but she was so sweet. She instantly brought a huge welcoming smile to her face.

Clay looked a little awkward as he was not expecting either of his parent too early.

“Mom, I thought you were working.”

“Hello to you too Clay. I brought the work home. By the way, who is this beautiful girl?” asked her mom in the sweetest way you could imagine. You always liked when people appreciated you.

Before Clay could say anything, you stretched your hand for a handshake and said “Y/N, Y/Ln. It is so nice to meet you Mrs, Jensen.”

“Oh, so she is the famous Y/N I have heard so much about.” She gasped.

Clay got all awkward again and said, “Not so much about you, you know just a little bit. It’s part of their helicopter parenting where I have to tell them about my day and all. Mom if you would please excuse us, we have to do some studying.”

Clay grabbed all the books, and you picked up your backpack along with the drinks and he led the way toward a narrow staircase. We did not even climb three steps when his mom called for him again.

“Clay, honey, please remember to keep the door open 3 inches”

You tried your best not to laugh but could not help it and let out a small giggle. Clay got embarrassed as he looked at you and then at his mom and said, “Stop humiliating me in front of my friends, mom.” He climbed the stairs in frustration and opened the door for you to his bedroom.

He had a small bedroom but not so small to accommodate a couch in one corner of the room and a queen size bed in the other corner attached to the wall. His study table was just beside the window giving the perfect street view. His walls were dominated by posters of various things this Alien Killer Robots and The Arcade Fire. As he closed the door leaving three inches open as instructed by his mom your eyes fell upon this beautiful doodle of tapes. His bedroom was aesthetically grey which you found soothing and cozy.

Over the span of an hour, you both shifted from the couch to the study table, to the bed and finally, you both settled down on the floor resting your backs on the other side of the bed. Clay was sitting on the side closer to the door and you were sitting near his nightstand.

“So Civil War happened in which year?” asked Clay taking my test.

“1851?” you answered.

“No, Y/N it’s 61”

You groaned in frustration “Why can’t Damon Salvatore be my history tutor? Like he lived the history, he was even part of the war.”

“Don’t you think Damon’s toxic?” asked Clay and jealousy was visible on his face.

You cross-questioned him “Don’t you think Katherine’s a bitch?”

“Yeah, but she’s hot.” Said Clay making an argument.

You patted Clay’s cheek and said with sympathy “Thank you so much for proving my point, Clay.” It didn’t take long for Clay to realize what you meant, and you both laughed loudly.

But suddenly there was an unexpected silence in the room. You felt some kind of tension between the two of you, something that was never experienced between the two of you. It was like a silence that spoke a magnitude of language. You felt a force that was drawing you towards Clay. You took deep breaths and cupped Clay’s face with one hand moving him closer to you. You looked into his eyes and he gave a slight nod.

You leaned in to kiss Clay. Luckily, he started kissing back and you both sunk into the kiss. You still held his face by his jawline keeping him closer and moved towards him decreasing the gap between you two, meanwhile, Clay slid one of his legs to shut the door without breaking the kiss.

You were so impressed by this act; he did this so effortlessly. As you sunk more into the kiss it was getting hot until the door flung open and you stopped abruptly.

A/N: Damn! I wonder who could that be? it's sus. I promise there's a part 2 to it so stay tuned.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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hi! i dunno if your requests are still open but if they are i was wondering if you could write headcanons for dr strange and/or tony with a male so whos sorta like a eldritch god/horror? if not i understand but thanks anyways(:

Marvel x eldritch horror male reader

How did you know non-human reader fics were one of my favorites?

I sprinkled in some Steven Grant cuz I am obsessed with him, even though I haven’t watched the show yet, hope that’s okay lmao. I don’t know much about DID so I tried not to mention it much, and used what I know, so hopefully its alright.

I loosely based the readers main appearance of an oc of mine who is something like an eldritch horror themselves ^^

I may have gotten carried away, but enjoy anyways.

Tony Stark

- You meet when Tony is trapped in space with Nebula. You were just floating through space like always, taking in the sights and whatnot when you saw the ship and felt living organisms inside. One of them feels near death though, so you worry.

- You haven’t interacted with many humans in your eternal life, so you panic and slither your everchanging form into the ship towards the dying being. Feeling around you with your smoke like mass, and using your abilities you can tell he is dying from lack of oxygen, so you make some.

- He’s still falling unconscious, but not dying this time. So, you grace his mind just enough to get an impression, and take the form he would find most pleasing to look at. You end up taking him into your now only two arms, and holding him as he rests.

- Things pass like in the movie, except you easily reverse what Thanos did and take the stones away from the ugly grape and fling him into the void.

- Now that the threat is gone you grow close to Tony, and take great interest in human culture. You could learn it all immediately if you pleased, but having Tony show you and explain it made what would be your heart warm up.

- In the beginning Tony, and all his companions, thought you were some type of alien that took human form, like the Skrull. So, it was kinda awkward to explain that you weren’t just that, you were what they called an eldritch horror.

- Tony needed some time to come to terms with it, especially the fact that you were far beyond science. But after a while he seemed to just accept it, giving up that he couldn’t ever figure you out. Though he does try to at times still.

- The two of you start dating, and it takes some time to get used too, mainly for Tony. You grow more comfortable letting your human go and just being more yourself. Though you keep your form mainly human.

- You help out the Avengers at times, but mainly leave it to the heroes to go save the world. Though you will swoop in if they’re in life threatening danger.

- You pick up cooking, though it isn’t very successful in the beginning, but tony seems to be very supportive, though he isn’t that happiest to be the taste tester as some of the dishes he swears are cursed.

- You get better over time though.

- The relationship is announced to the public, and you have to keep your human form when out and about for obvious reasons. The world is led to believe you have shadow based powers and have lived alone for most of your life, which makes up for you not understanding many parts of society just yet.

Stephen Strange

- You meet when Stephen is doing magic work, maybe he has to cross over to the shadow between realities or universes to collect something or fight someone. He catches your attention by entering your domain, which normally no one can enter.

- You keep your attention of the cloaked man, as he moves through your darkness with ease that surprises even you. His cloak flinches back when you reach a shadow up to pull on it, which confirms that it is alive.

- The magic-user walks around your domain for a long time looking for what he’s after, but can’t seem to find head nor tail in the eternal darkness. You feel what’s almost akin to pity, like what you feel when you see a kitten stumble and fall. So, collecting a tiny part of your mass, you take a human-like shape.

- The shape is like if you took shadows and dark mass and shoved it into a human shaped mold. You hadn’t really met humans before and you didn’t want to dig through his mind, so you took the next best option.

- Stephen gets ready to fight when you appear, but when it becomes obvious, you’re friendly he tells you why he’s there and what he’s after. You offer to help him which he hesitates with at first, but ends up accepting. With little work of your powers, you’ve moved the two of you to what he needed

- The two of you fall into talks, you mainly asking questions which he only seems to answer out of politeness as this is your realm, but as time passes, he becomes more friendly. He’s on edge around you in the beginning, but it lessens up.

- When he leaves you vow to visit him regularly, which you then do. You pull apart the curtains of reality and step into whatever room he’s in, and as time passes you start to take a more human form as you learn about them. Though you keep certain features about yourself, like having more than two arms and smoke-like clouds rising from you at times, though Stephen doesn’t seem to mind at all.

- The sorcerer grows to really apricate your company, and he treats you much warmer as time passes.

- You dating is never really said in words, at some point you just start staying with him for longer, you start holding each other and kissing. Its only when Wong tells you to take your sucking faces somewhere else it clicks for the both of you.

- Your relationship continues as normal, doing sorcery things, reading books, traveling places. Though now there’s more physical affection.

- Stephen is very interested in the special brand of magic you use, though you explain it isn’t magic and just more you are bending reality to your will. He’s still very interested though.

- He takes time off from being sorcerer supreme to spend time together, the two of you especially like traveling to other planets or alike to explore or go on holiday.

Steven Grant (Marc and Jake too i guess)

- Unsurprisingly you meet Steven because of moon knight business. You first spotted him when he entered the afterlight as it is partly your domain, but before you could interact with him, he left again. You’re intrigued by the man, so you keep one of your many million eyes on him.

- You let small parts of yourself start to slither into the human realm by poking holes in the fabric that is reality. Normally you would just have shoved a chunk of yourself out there, but the god that follows Steven around would notice immediately. Not that you couldn’t win with ease if the god wanted to fight, but you didn’t feel like it.

- You had planned to grace over his mind for a shape when he slept, but he so rarely did. It made the small part of yourself you had put under his bed jolt as he got right back up, after he had gone to sleep. Flexing your abilities, you figured out there were not one, not two, but three people in the body, one of them being Steven.

- Now you have always been an eternal everchanging being, so it didn’t weird you out or anything, you simply noted down for later to pay attention to who was fronting and that was it.

- Weeks pass like this, and you’re comfortable just watching and observing. That is until Steven apparently gains control of the body in the middle of a battle. He’s lost and doesn’t even realize he’s in a fight until he almost gets punched.

- Steven appears not to be much of a fighter, but you stay still until one of the people he was fighting pulls out a gun, which you now know is a weapon. You collect all the small shadows you’ve had cross over and mash them together to take form. You take a human form, the only thing showing you’re less than human nature are your eyes, which turn pitch black.

- You make quick work of the goons, going as far as to crush the gun in your hand and flinging the people across the street and into a dumpster.

- The god that follows Steven around immediately gets confrontational and curses at you and wants you gone, but you ignore him to crouch down to Steven and ask if he’s alright, lifting a smoke covered hand, where the smoke slithers around and seems to heal whatever bruises and cuts he has.

- It takes some explaining and calming Steven down to explain who and what you are, and why you are there. He blushes when you explain how you found him so interesting and sweet you couldn’t help but want to stick around.

- Khonsu seems to stop his cursing and threats when he figures out you are far beyond even his level of power, though the two of you don’t seem to realize. You don’t even notice when he seems to leave, giving you major side-eye.

- One thing leads to the next and you’re spending a lot of time together, though its just you and Steven since you leave when you notice the other two fronting. You don’t want to make them uncomfortable or anything, and you and Steven thought that since Marc and Jake kept a lot of secrets in the past from him, its okay until you two know each other more.

- When you start officially dating you end up introducing yourself to Marc and Jake, who both seem quite uneasy with you, but when they hear how you and Steven talk about each other they begrudgingly agree.

- They won’t admit it, but they start to like you too, and get red in the face when you compliment them or hug them.

- You and Steven talk about his interests for hours, and you can tell him many things that Khonsu doesn’t know or hasn’t told him, you even go as far as to tell him about how you have your own realm and alike. You visit it at some point, though there isn’t much to see as its just darkness and void.

- Steven helps you learn the ways of the human world, though he struggles with it himself too, so you lean on each other for support. Though most days it can become quite a lot and you’ll just go home and cuddle in bed until Steven falls asleep and either Marc or Jake takes over, the man blushing when they realize they’re in your arms.

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years

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Hello. Sorry if this request is too late to do, today has just been a little hard for me because of 4th of July fireworks, being in the military and having some PTSD. Um, can I maybe request a Natasha x former military, now avenger reader (you can decide if female or GN. I’m female, but again, your choice) and maybe something with fireworks at the compound and usually reader is okay with fireworks but this one time, R feels uneasy and just has a PTSD episode, and Natasha consoles her S/O? So yeah. Again it’s okay if you’re busy and you don’t have time to do this but thank you anyways!

The Fourth Of July || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: PTSD episodes mentioned; mentions of war/combat; mentions of military weapons; mentions of anxiety and other PTSD symptoms; mentions of injury; mentions of hallucinations; mentions of alcohol. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 3,967 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon, I really appreciate you trusting me enough to write this fic. I apologise it’s late, I kind of fell behind on my writing, but I’m slowly getting back on track. Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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*AO stands for ‘Area of Operations’.*

GIF not mine

The Fourth Of July: Natasha Romanoff-

“Clint! How many of these ‘Willow’ fireworks do you want me to use?” Tony shouts from across the field, readying up the firework display in progress.

“I don’t know man, just use the whole lot. I bought plenty at the store.” Clint replies as he taps the side of his beer bottle, creating a little tune to keep himself entertained.

It’s the Fourth of July; not only a day of celebration of Independence for America, but a birthday celebration for the Captain himself- Steve Rogers.

Every year, the team has a small get together to celebrate both occasions- just close friends and family gathered around at the compound.

Whilst Bruce and Tony configure a plan in which each firework will be activated- using a clever device Tony produced that will release each firework in any desired order. The rest of the team are gathered around the picnic area of the compound’s grounds, sitting at a table and enjoying some drinks before the spectacular show.

“Mr Rogers, how old are you exactly? You know with the whole being frozen in ice situation and everything?” Peter Parker curiously asks, as he pours himself another glass of water.

“Dude, you can’t just ask people their age. You’ve got to introduce a guessing game first so everyone can get involved.” Sam says teasingly from the end of the table.

“Not happening, all the guesses will be that I’m ‘way older than Thor’, or someone will ask if my ‘first best friend was a dinosaur’.” Steve answers in protest; knowing that these answers have in fact come up in conversation before.

“Oh man, you’re becoming more boring with age.” Sam teases at the Captain, causing Steve to throw a piece of candy from the table in the Falcon’s direction.

Sam instantly catches it and shoves it into his mouth, causing Steve to shake his head, not the slightest bit surprised at his friend’s antics.

“Anyway, why do you ask Parker?” Steve redirects his attention to the young Avenger.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. I was just curious.” Peter starts to sink himself into his chair, suddenly shying away from the topic of discussion.

The team members present look between each other in confusion, causing Wanda to send a wave of magic through her system and read Peter’s thoughts.

“Ahh, it’s a question for his History homework.”

At Wanda’s words, Peter’s gaze shoots up in horror. Worried that the team will scold him for asking such a question in order to gain the answers in an easy way opposed to carrying out extensive research like the rest of his classmates.

“I-I’m sorry, I just need to ace this upcoming test. Mr Stark said if I fail a test this semester, he’ll confiscate my upgraded web shooters and make me use the old ones.” Peter says as his tone is laced with nervousness.

A few of the team members roll their eyes in unison, not believing the billionaire’s words for a second, “Please, that man doesn’t have a stern bone in his body when it comes to you. Besides, he doesn’t always set the best of examples.” Clint says as he points a finger in the direction of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner.

The team present turns their line of sight towards the two men, only to notice Tony stomping out a small fire that has somehow broken out in their testing area.

Natasha reaches forward to grab a small bowl filled with M&M’s, sporting the iconic combination of red, white and blue. As she takes a random handful, she subconsciously offers the bowl towards you, expecting you to take a handful as she inspects the array of colours that decorate her palm.

When Natasha fails to feel the pressure of your hand roaming the miniature treats, she takes a moment to look over at you. That’s when she notices your vacant expression.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Natasha questions gently, being wary of what state you’re in.

To Natasha it seems that your mind is locked off into yourself, as you study a particular area of the table in front of you.

Natasha places the bowl back on the table, before leaning an inch closer to you.

She gently calls out your name once more; placing a hand on your shoulder.

To her surprise, this sudden contact sends an influential jolt through your system, causing you to move in your chair slightly before allowing your frantic eyes to meet Natasha’s concerned ones.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” Your girlfriend queries as calmly as she can, attempting to avoid you recoiling back into your vacant state.

You use the arm rests of your chair to push your body up somewhat, trying to straighten up your posture before addressing Natasha.

You clear your throat a bit before speaking, attempting to remove any sign of hesitation from your next words, “Yes, sorry. I just started daydreaming once Peter started talking about History.” There’s a small hint of jest in your tone, however Natasha can see right through it.

Natasha studies your face intently, she knows you’re lying. The question is, why are you lying to her? You’re not one to daydream during team conversations, you’re usually on the mark to engage where possible; especially now considering how close you have become to each team member since joining directly from the Military.

To answer the question in your own terms, you’re petrified of what’s to come. You can’t exactly explain what it is, but there’s this heaviness inside you, dragging you down into oblivion. Your mind is racing, though you can’t pinpoint what’s causing it. Your body is tense, causing each muscle to ache uncontrollably. Part of you wonders whether it’s the excitement of the day getting to you in a divergent way- you normally adore the Fourth of July.

You wish you could confide in Natasha about this, but you don’t want to worry her on a day like this. All you can do is plaster on a smile and hope that you can make it through the night without letting your feelings of anxiety consume you.

As Natasha’s concerned gaze continues, you make quick work of reassuring her, “Nat, honestly I’m fine. I’m just a little bit bored from waiting, that’s all.”

Natasha takes a moment to process your words before releasing a sigh, opting not to push you on the matter but ensuring to monitor you closely for any sign of uneasiness, “Okay detka, once we’re finished up here we can watch a movie. It’s your turn to pick.” Natasha chooses to move the conversation forward, whilst displaying her M&M filled hand in front of you.

You smile in appreciation, for both the dropping of the tense topic and the candy on offer. You pick up a red and blue M&M from the pile and instantly shove them into your mouth, “Thank you, my love.”

Natasha leans in to place a delicate kiss on your cheek. Though, before she can say anything further, Tony shouts over to the group.

“Let’s get this show on the road team! The display is ready to go!” Tony uses his hands to cup around his mouth, allowing his voice to travel further and clearer towards the team.

“Ahhh, finally. It is extremely boring being sat over here.” Thor says as he makes his way out of his chair.

Wanda scoffs in offence, “Thanks Thor.” She lets out sarcastically.

Thor displays a proud smile, completely missing the sarcastic nature of Wanda’s tone, “You are very welcome.”

“Right, let’s go see the marvellous creation of Banner and Stark.” Steve vocalises to the group, attempting to move them towards the makeshift viewing area for the firework display.

You attempt to push down the feeling of your heart rate rising, concentrating on the feeling of Natasha wrapping her hand around yours to guide you up from your seat.

Natasha smiles sweetly at you, “Are you ready?”

You choose not to speak, knowing a waver in your voice will give away your nerves, so instead you give Natasha a firm nod and a smirk.

Natasha pulls you into her embrace, wanting to keep you close on the way over to the fireworks. As she works one of her arms across your shoulders, you in turn wrap one of yours around her waist as the two of you begin to walk.

Every step closer fills you with an unknown dread.

——

“Okay, stand back everyone, let the professionals get to work.” Tony addresses the team as he configures data to input on his device connected to each firework.

“Yeah, when are the professionals getting here again?” Sam asks in a mocking way.

“Ha, ha you’re hilarious Wilson.”

As Tony and Sam start a teasing, yet friendly exchange, you focus on grounding your emotions.

Natasha is just to the side of you, talking to Wanda. You take a small step back to give yourself some space, not realising someone was standing right behind you.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to get in your way.” Peter says immediately after you bump into him.

You move your hands around your clothing furiously, trying to seek comfort from the uncomfortable situation.

“No, it was my fault. Sorry Peter.” You can’t meet Peter’s gaze, causing you to study anywhere but his face.

You can sense he is about to ask you the same question that Natasha has repeated throughout the night, there’s only a certain amount of times that you can confirm that you are okay without it becoming suspicious in combination with your uneasiness.

You’re about to move forwards again, ready to ask Natasha if the two of you could leave the area; knowing something is seriously wrong.

However, before you can put your question forward, Tony starts an instant countdown from three. Rushing through the numbers too quickly for your liking.

The sound that follows causes your body to freeze, the whistling of one of the fireworks travelling up triggers something in you.

Your body fills with a wave of nausea that practically bursts alongside the sound of the firework exploding in the sky.

The bang puts your mind elsewhere, involuntarily.

That one firework has taken you from the Avengers’ compound field to the battlefield you once fought on in the Military.

As you look around all you can see are your fellow soldiers desperately crying out for help. You stand there helpless, looking around for any sign of an escape.

More explosions fill your ears, causing your eyes to flood with tears, you don’t want to be back here. You need to find a way out. You can feel as the scorching heat around you sends a sinister coating of sweat on your skin, making you uncomfortable to the maximum level.

The explosions are becoming more frequent now, each one sending a shock of dread through you. Your body cannot cope with this, the stress and environment sends your mind into overdrive, causing an unforgiving headache to form.

It all feels so real to you, from the dirt cascading down from the falling bombs to the pain surging through your body from loose shrapnel.

You want to take cover but your feet feel as though they’re bolted to the ground.

The smell of burning fills your senses, increasing your worries more. You try to convince yourself it’s a hallucination, though unfortunately your mind would rather convince you that this is all very real.

At this point, the sounds are blending together, a combination of gunfire and bomb explosions surround you, yet they feel closer with each addition of the next one going off.

A wave of dizziness takes over your body, causing everything around you to become disoriented and practically in slow motion. You begin to rub at your skin in desperation to feel anything other than the fear that’s striking you down.

With one final clutch to the roots of your hair, you close your eyes in an attempt to block out the menacing environment.

As the battle continues in your mind, those surrounding you at the compound start to notice your distress.

The team gaze up at the sky in absolute awe, loving the way the colours spread across the night sky.

Peter smiles in wonderment, focused on the impressive display in front of him. That is until he hears your pained whimpers.

He looks to his right to see you clutching at your hair and burying your face deep into your arms as a form of protection.

Your body is shaking violently, causing Peter to panic.

“Y/n, are you okay?!” With Peter’s heightened tone, Natasha’s head whips around to see your distressed state. Causing her heart to shatter, the thoughts that flood her mind are that of guilt. She will not forgive herself for allowing this to happen under her watch.

Just as Natasha is about to move towards you to comfort you, Peter beats her to it and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

What they both failed to realise is that you’re now on high alert in anticipation of an attack.

As soon as you register the touch on your shoulder, you grab Peter’s hand and twist it around in an unforgiving way, causing a crack to sound along the bangs of the fireworks.

Peter yelps out in pain, catching the attention of the rest of the team.

Their horror filled eyes can’t comprehend the actions taking place.

You twist Peter’s arm behind his back and push it into him, before swiping at his legs and flooring him.

The team gasps in fright, not understanding why you’re attacking Peter.

“What is she doing?!” Tony shouts as he rushes over to you.

Natasha puts her arm out to stop him, “Don’t, she only attacked Peter because he touched her, there’s something wrong.”

Once Natasha releases those details, things start to click in Sam’s mind.

The combination of your actions and the fireworks has to mean you’re having a PTSD episode.

“Everyone stand back and give her space, she’s in combat mode.” Sam says urgently and he moves to the front and pushes everyone back.

The team look at him in confusion, “What do you mean, we need to stop her.” Tony lets out.

Steve’s face drops in realisation, “It’s the fireworks isn’t it, she thinks she’s on the field.”

Sam nods his head at Steve’s words.

The two of them slowly and carefully make their way towards you. Making sure not to make any sudden movements that you may mistake as a threat.

They crouch down to your level, knowing what they need to do to help ease you out of your episode.

“Y/L/N, the AO is clear, you’re safe.”Steve starts the process.

Your glare is focused on Peter, pushing hard on his body to keep him down. He releases whimpers of pain at your force, not being able to move from the position you’ve trapped him in.

“Hey, I’m a friendly alright, I was down range. It’s all clear, you don’t need to do this, Peter is a friend.” Sam continues, trying to gently get through to you.

The team can’t do anything but watch, hoping Sam and Steve find a way to help you.

“Tony, stop the fireworks, it will be making it worse.” Natasha says firmly, trying to avoid the tears from spilling from her eyes.

Tony snaps out of his trance, “Yeah, sorry, Bruce activate the lockdown protocol on the device.”

As Tony and Bruce begin to remove the trigger of your actions, you start to release your grip on Peter, slowly but surely coming out of your trance.

Steve waves Natasha closer, signalling for her to help. She instantly crouches down towards you, “Y/n, you’re safe, I’m right here, you’re at the compound. No one can hurt you detka.” Natasha speaks softly to you.

Natasha’s soothing voice is what manages to break you out of your own mind. You look around with tear filled eyes, not sure of what is going on.

When you look down and notice Peter underneath you, you instantly push away from him, placing your hand over your mouth in despair.

“I’m sorry, oh Peter I’m so sorry.” You sob out, clutching at your knees.

Sam and Steve rush over to Peter, attempting to help him up. Whereas Natasha moves closer to you, “Detka, I’m going to touch you now okay.”

Before Natasha has the chance you rush into her embrace, grabbing at her in agony.

You cry uncontrollably into Natasha, coming to the realisation of what you have done, and dealing with the aftermath of your episode.

Your breaths quicken to a wild pace, surging you into a panic attack. Natasha is quick to help you to avoid that from happening. She pulls you away from her so she can place both hands on each side of your face.

“Hey, look at me okay, copy my breathing. We’re going to take some deep breaths okay. Deep breath in, and out.” Natasha places her forehead against yours, attempting to give you the contact you need for grounding. You struggle to follow her breathing sequence, having your worries putting a strain on your regular breathing abilities.

Natasha patiently guides you through the breathing exercise, never once making you feel rushed or pressured, “You’re doing so well my love, I’m so proud of you.”

Once your breathing has regulated, Natasha places a kiss on the top of your head.

Suddenly a rogue firework is activated by mistake, sending a feeling of panic through everyone.

Wanda instantly encases it with her powers, avoiding the possibility of it going off and triggering you further.

“Natasha, I can’t hold it long.” Wanda says in a struggled way as the firework attempts to work its way through her scarlet red barrier.

“Can you move it away or something?” Natasha asks in a short manner, silently scolding herself for letting the stress influence her tone.

“I can try, but if it goes off-“

“Go, I’ll cover her ears if you hurry.” With that Wanda sends herself up towards the firework and moves it away from the site.

Natasha wraps her hands around your ears, protecting you from the sound of the firework going off. Luckily you barely hear it, with Wanda's and Natasha’s quick actions being carried out successfully.

Once Natasha removes her hands, she says to you, “I want to make sure you’re grounded, can we try something sweetheart?”

You nod instantly, trusting Natasha. Ignoring the sound of Wanda landing beside you, to put your focus on Natasha.

“Okay, can you name three things you can feel?” You look at Natasha’s face as you answer.

“Um, the grass, you and the breeze.” You answer quietly.

“Good job detka, now I’ll keep it easy. Can you name three things you can see?”

You pick up your gaze as you look around, “The trees, the compound and-“ That’s when you release the whole team has been watching you this entire time.

Embarrassment fills your system, causing you to pull away from Natasha. She stops you, “My love, it’s alright, we all want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Of course we do, we’re family.” Clint says as he crouches beside you and Natasha, trying to comfort you.

You look towards Peter to realise he’s being escorted inside by Tony and Sam.

Steve makes his way over to you, causing you to worry that he’s mad at you.

“He’s going to be okay, he’s more worried about you than anything. Tony sent me over here to make sure you’re okay too.” Steve says.

You bow your head, “I don’t even know what happened.”

“Y/n, this wasn’t your fault. It is most likely PTSD, and we will do everything in our power to help you through this okay. No one blames you for this.” Steve continues to reassure you.

“I ruined-“ You begin but Natasha places a finger on your lips.

“No, don’t do that to yourself. You haven’t ruined anything okay. You are not to blame. We all love you so much, okay, you’re safe.”

Tears invade your eyes, but this time they’re of gratitude.

“Let’s get you inside for a check up.” Bruce suggests, holding his hand out in support.

You slowly take it, allowing Natasha to help you up.

You all make your way to the compound, feeling safe with your team and family around you.

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After your check up, Natasha suggested you get some rest. Which leads you to the current situation of having your head resting on Natasha’s legs as the two of you lay on the living area couch.

“Here you are Lady y/l/n, this should help.” Thor offers you an iridescent formed drink, causing you to scan it in interest.

Natasha guides you up to scan the drink also, “Thor, what is it?”

“It’s a beverage we make in Asgard to help with nerves. I was hoping it would help.”

You smile in respect, “Thank you Thor, I’m sure it will help.”

Natasha pulls you in closer as she wraps an arm around you.

You take gentle sips of the drink, a combination of citrus and sweet dances around in your mouth.

“How is it my darling?” Natasha asks.

“Really good, do you want some?”

Natasha shakes her head, “No thank you my love.”

As you turn your gaze to the TV, the exhaustion of the events on the field start to catch up with you. Causing your eyes to briefly shut.

Natasha notices as your head drops, “Love, why don’t we go to bed?”

You inhale sharply through your nose, “Please can we stay up longer, I don’t want to sleep yet.”

Natasha agrees, knowing the remnants of the episode most likely continue to linger in your mind.

She chooses to take the drink out of your hand to avoid any spillages from occurring.

As she goes to lean back, Peter walks into the room, wearing a light form of bandaging on his injured hand.

Your eyes shoot wide open, “Peter! I’m so sor-“

Peter instantly interrupts you, “Please don’t apologise. I understand what happened, and I’m really okay, that heightened healing of mine had to come into use sometime. It will be healed really soon.” He says in a light manner.

“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters. We’re all here for you alright. I’ll do my best to make sure I understand your boundaries and how to help if it happens again.”

You slowly stand up to hug Peter.

“Thank you, Peter.” You say wholeheartedly.

“Anytime, now Mr Stark promised me that we could go through some late night training exercises to strengthen my hand further, so I’ll catch you guys later.”

You and Natasha bid him a goodbye as he jogs out of the room and towards Tony’s lab.

You snuggle back into Natasha, causing her to start running her fingers through your hair.

“I know you want to ask about it.” You decide to break the silence.

“Only with what you’re comfortable in telling me detka.” Natasha replies as she continues to stroke through your hair delicately.

“It just built up out of nowhere.” You say as you stare blankly at the TV, watching as the pixel forms move around.

“You’re not sure what triggered it?” Natasha asks.

“Not exactly, I have an idea of what it could have been.” You start to draw patterns on Natasha’s clothing, trying to occupy your mind from the difficult topic.

“We’ll figure it out together dove, you’re not alone in this okay.” Natasha says as she tilts your chin up to ensure she has your full attention.

You nod to confirm her words, “Thank you Natasha, I love you.”

Natasha smiles and places a kiss on the tip of your nose, “I love you too.”

Though today was extremely difficult, the support of your family and friends shows that you are safe and loved within this world.

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tonysslut · 2 years

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Make a mess

Summary: Tony wants to try something new

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding

Word count: 726

You rolled over in bed expecting to find Tony next to you, only to find his spot cold, meaning he’d been up for a few hours now. You huff and reluctantly roll out of bed, deciding against wearing any panties and grabbing one of his shirts instead.

You made your way down the hall, into Tony’s office. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, turning his chair when you came around his desk.

“Good morning sweetheart, D’you sleep well?” he asks, patting his thigh for you to sit on his lap.

“Yeah, I wanted to stay in bed with you though” you playfully roll your eyes and lean in for a kiss. You lay your head on his shoulder and look at his screen. “What’s that?”

“Footage of our last mission, I need to go over it and see if we have any improvements to make,” he says, running his hand up and down your bare thigh, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

You let out a content sigh as you watch the footage, noticing how his hand beginning to creep closer to your core. He brings his hand under your shirt and stops his movements when he notices you aren’t wearing anything underneath, you smile and innocently snuggle more into his shoulder.

“No panties?” he asks

“Didn’t feel like wearing any.” you shrug

He moves his shoulder and makes you look at him, you can see his pupils are now blown out, eyes glazed over with lust. Grabbing your leg, he places it over his thigh, allowing you to sit on it. His actions confuse you but you follow his movements anyways.

“I want to try something,” he says, quickly pausing the video. He puts his hands on your hips and lowers you until your bare cunt touches the rough denim of his jeans, you bite your bottom lip at the feeling as he starts to guide your hips to move back and forth. “Can you ride my thigh baby?” he asks, watching as you start to move on your own, his jeans already darkening with your arousal.

You shyly nod your head, part of you embarrassed at how wet you are at such a foreign feeling while the other part of you is focused on how amazing this feels. You feel hot as you ride his thigh so you grab the end of your shirt and quickly take it off, nipples hardening as the cool breeze hits them.

Placing your hands on his shoulder, you grind down harder, dropping your chin to your chest and screwing your eyes shut. Tony leans back against his chair and watches how pleasure quickly takes over you, how fast you move your hips, moaning under his breath when you dig your nails into his shoulders.

He grabs your chin to get you to look at him. “Eyes on me princess,” he whispers, flexing his thigh to bring you closer to your orgasm.

You watch as he leans forward and sticks his tongue out, circling your nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Tony,” you breathe out. “No teasing, please.”

He smirks and sucks your nipple into his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he tugs the sensitive bud with his teeth, sending electricity shocks down your spine. He pulls away and gives your other nipple the same amount of attention.

“I’m so close, fuck, I need more,” you whine, feeling the muscles in your thighs starting to burn but not wanting to stop.

Tony grabs your hips and starts to guide your hips down harder, moving his leg up and down to help you reach your peak.

“Go on, make a mess on my thigh.” he says, watching how your mouth falls open and your movements start to get sloppy. You drop your head onto his shoulder as your orgasm washes over you, toes curling and incoherent phrases leave your lips.

You look over and see Tony already smiling at you, reaching for the mouse and unpausing his video. Sleep starts to take over so you attempt to get up, failing once you realize how much that orgasm took out of you.

“It’s okay, just sleep on me until the video’s over. I’ll get you cleaned up and in bed baby,” he reassures, kissing the top of your head as you snuggle into his neck.

#tony stark #fanfic #relationship #tony stark x you #tony stark smut #smut #tony stark x reader #iron man #tony stark drabble #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x female reader #tony stark oneshot #tony stark fic

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gottaluvharry · 1 year

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a/n: i’ve missed you all, hope you’re well and happy easter:) also i’m still writing on my phone so i’m sorry if that messes anything up:(

steve rogers x shield worker y/n

summary: when you breakup with your abusive ex he gets nasty, and there’s only one place for you to go…

tw’s: abuse

*not proof read* *not my gif*

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You knew this was going to start a fight, but you had to do it. Ryan had been your boyfriend for the least 12 months, and he was violent with you for 10 of of them. Usually is violence was caused by one too many beers or not enough attention from you- and was always followed by a profuse apology and a pledge to do better. You believed him the first few times, but after watching him drunkenly pass (out after promising you things you knew he wouldn’t follow up on) every night for a week straight, you knew he was full of shit.

It was a Friday night, the only day you could get away from Tony and his never ending pile of work and whining, you showed up at Ryan’s front door. You used your key to unlock the front door and came in calling “Ryan, where are you?” When you didn’t hear him you figured he was either passed out on the couch or not home- but to your surprise you heard laughing the deeper into the house you went.

“Ryan?” you yelled again. You knew someone was here, and in the back of your mind you knew- you just had that gut feeling. You moved slowly towards the bedroom of the house, the floorboards quietly wining beneath you. The closer you got to the bedroom the more you knew. As you opened the door and saw Ryan with a shirtless girl on top of him your stomach twisted.

“You son of a bitch!” you yelled at him, causing the exposed girl to gasp and jump off of him. He bolted up straight, his blonde hair amiss atop his head. You turn and run out of the hallway back to the front door where you left your shoes. You had to get out of there, you couldn’t stand to look at his face.

“No y/n wait! Please wait, let me explain!” he called after you, running from the room to catch up to you.

“No Ryan I don’t need to hear your fucking excuses. I know what I saw! There’s nothing for you to explain” you responded, wincing at your harsh tone. You knew what was going to happen now that you yelled, he always got mean when you stood up for yourself.

“You’ve always been a bitch you know that? So what i had a girl on me, wasn’t the first time since i met you!” he spat in your face. “Don’t pretend you care about me y/n. I know you run off to that super soldier every damn day. What do you expect me to do every night when you’re away?”

You couldn’t believe he was turning this around on you. You couldn’t stop yourself before you screamed “Stop acting like a victim Ryan! It is not my fault that you’re insecure, okay?” As soon as it left your mouth you knew what would happen next, but now that you were on a role you couldn’t stop. I’m doing my fucking job by being with Steve, but I’m pretty sure your job doesn’t require blondes to be all over you with their tits out!”’

It’s like slow motion every time. You can see his eyes darken and his brows furrow, his bottom row of teeth are shown as he grinds his jaw. He has you pinned against the front door, trapped between his body. He pulls his arm back and before you have the chance to protect yourself he backhands you across the face. Your washed over with the familiar sting, and once again left with an indescribable empty feeling.

“Don’t you ever say that shit to me y/n! You don’t know what it’s like in my mind” he screams getting closer to your face and pointing at his head. “It’s not easy being me okay? You don’t fucking get that, you’re good for nothing” he yells.

“You’re a fucking psychopath! That doesn’t give you any excuse to treat me this way!” you respond. Your faces are so close that he would hear you if you whispered, but you yell anyways. His hand comes up to grip your throat and you panic.

“You think i treat you bad?” he laughs in your face. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be treated bad” he spits before he throws you down. You have no time to respond before he kicks you swiftly in the stomach. The air is knocked out of you, but you don’t have time to catch it before another kick lands on your ribs. You wince in pain but that doesn’t stop him.

“You’ll never find anyone who treated you as well as i did” he yells through gritted teeth. He crouches down so that he can lean close enough to your face for you to feel his breath as he speaks. “You were nothing but a good fuck y/n, but now you’re not around enough for that. We’re fucking done.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until he brought his hand up to wipe a tear away. You’re taken aback by the nice gesture, but he ruins it when he pulls his hand back and aims to punch you in the center of your face. Luckily, you saw him position his arm in time to move your head away from his fist, almost missing it. His punch lands on your right eye, inflicting a pain you’ve never experienced before.

He lands one last kick to your already brushing ribs and calmly says, “Get the fuck out of my house. I never want to see your face again”. Before turning and going back down the hall to his room. As you pull yourself up off the ground you don’t even try to hide your sobs. You stumble out of the house and out onto the sidewalk. You walked here from work because the avengers tower is only a few blocks away, but your side hurts to bad to bare walking all the way back. You pull out your phone and call the first person who comes to your mind.

“Steve… are you there?” you ask into the phone softly.

“Y/n? Yeah i’m here, what’s going on?” her responds.

“I-i- um… I need you to-“ you cut yourself off with a sob.

“Okay okay shh honey it’s okay, where are you?”

You tell him the street you’re on and he immediately hangs up leaving you to sit on the curb a few houses down in silence. You can’t stop replaying the fight in your head, it was the worst night of your life.

Three minutes after Steve hands up he pulls his gray Mercedes over to curb so you can get in. You slowly get up trying not to show the pain in your side, but probably failing. When you get in the car you can’t meet his eyes. As you buckle your seatbelt he reaches over to push a strand of hair behind your ears and smiles at you. You can see the worry in his eyes, but he says nothing.

The ride back to the tower is silent, and when he gets out of the car you don’t have the energy to move. He comes around to your side, opens the door, unbuckles your seatbelt, and grabs your hand to gently lead you out of the car. He places his hand on the small of your back to lead you into the tower elevator. He presses the button for the level his room is on, and leads you to it. As soon as the door closes behind him you break down sobbing. He quickly crosses the room to you and takes you in his arms.

“It’s okay honey, you’re okay I’m here” he coos to try to calm you down. He smooths your hair and rubs up and down your back, allowing you to cry it out on his chest. His arms wrapped around you feel like a warm protective blanket that you dread leaving, but you pull away when the tears stop flowing.

“Thank you for coming, you really didn’t have to” you say shyly, looking down and picking at your nails.

“Y/n, I will always come when you call, okay? Always” he affirms.

You nod your head as your eyes start to water again. “Oh no i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry again” he says worriedly reaching his thumbs up to catch the fallen tears. You wince as his thumb touches your right eye, and you know there’s a bruise starting to form.

He leads you to sit down on his bed and he crouches in front of you. “Y/n, who did this to you?” he asks, softly but still seriously.

“My ex boyfriend. I, um, i was at his house a-and when i got there he w-was with another g-girl and we just got into this huge f-fight and-“ you stutter out, trying to choke back your sobs.

“It’s okay sweetie, take your time” steve says while brushing away your hair. He leaves his land on the left side of your head, making sure your eyes stay on him. The feeling of his rough calloused hand against the soft skin of your cheek brings you enough comfort to keep going.

“We were just y-yelling at one another and he just got so m-mad he choked me and kicked me and hit me” you retell bringing the tears back to your eyes as the memories come back.

Steve’s eyes darken as he hears what Ryan did to you, but his touch stays gentle. “Where did he hit you baby?” he asks, moving his thumb back and forth on your cheek.

“My stomach and my side and my face” you respond.

“Can I see?” he asks as he moves his hand down to the hem of your shirt. You nod your head, and he slowly lifts your shirt up. You raise your arms so he can get it all the way off, leaving you in only your tan bra. He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees the start of bruises forming on your ribs and stomach. Your eyes begin to water again as you look down at what Ryan did to you.

“Baby these are pretty bad. I’m going to go get you some ice for your ribs and your eye, it’s starting to bruise too” Steve says as he turns to leave the room.

“Wait no-“ you say quickly, grabbing his wrist and standing up so fast that a shot of pain is sent up your body. “Please don’t leave”.

“Baby you need to sit back down, you’re in pain.” he reprimands. “I’ll be right back, I promise” he says, leaving a kiss on your head and turning to head out the door.

Once he’s gone you stand up slowly and head to the bathroom. You flip the light switch on and you’re instantly met with your own face in the mirror. You mean in to examine the purple and yellow bruise starting to form around your eye, pressing down to see if it will hurt and wincing when it does. Next you lift your chin up to see the marks left on your neck when Ryan choked you. Finally, you turn to the side to see a nasty bruise forming across your ribs. As you step back to take in your reflection as a whole you start to tear up. What did you do to deserve this? Why did I have to fight with him? What did he have to-

“Y/n what are you doing?” Steve calls out, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, i’m sorry i was just looking at the bruises in the mirror”

“Y/n don’t be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for okay?” When you don’t answer he knows something is wrong. “Y/n, what’s wrong? What are you thinking about?”

“We’ll I’m just trying to think about what i said that caused this, i mean i must’ve said something to make him mad. maybe if i just didn’t yell after he called me a bitch none of this would’ve happened. It’s all my fau-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence y/n. This is not your fault, okay?” he asks, setting his supplies on the counter and turning you away from the mirror so you’re facing him. “You did nothing wrong. This is completely his fault y/n, you don’t need to blame yourself for anything. Do you understand?”

Usually his firm tone would scare you, but now it makes you believe what he’s saying. You nod your head and he smiles at you. “Good. Now, i got you ice for your eye and a cooling pack so you can lay it on your side. I also got you pain meds and a change of clothes” he lists off.

“Thank you” you respond quietly. You take the meds and turn to walk deeper into the bathroom to change. With your back facing the door you reach your back to unclasp your bra, but it hurts too bad to snake your arm so far back.

“Steve” you call.

“Yeah?” he responds, moving back into the doorframe.

“It hurts to bad for me to get my bra off. Can you maybe help me?” you ask, nervous of crossing a boundary. “Never mind i’m sorry i’m not sure what i was thinking i-“ you’re cut off by the feeling of Steve hands on your upper arms.

“Y/n it’s okay, of course i’ll help” he says softly. You feel his hands move from your arms back to the clasp of your bra. It’s quickly undone, and you feel his hands back onto your arms to pull the straps down. It falls to floor and he reaches over to the counter for the shirt he got for you. You lift your arms up and he slides the oversized shirt on with ease. It falls down to your mid thigh, and pools around you wrapping you in Steve’s scent. “Do you want me to help you change your pants too?” he ask softly. You nod your head in response , and he leans forward a little bit to work your pants down your legs. He grabs the smallest sweatpants he could find off of the counter and reaches around from behind you so that you can step into each leg. He slowly pulls the soft fabric up your legs, and folds the waistband over a few times so that they don’t fall down. He turns you around by your shoulders and leads you over to his bed, making sure to bring the ice with him. You get up into his bed and wrap yourself in his duvet. He gets in after you and pulls you toward him, slowly placing the ice pad on the side that’s facing up, and gently holding the ice to you’re eye. You tuck your hands up under your chin and snuggle up again his chest. One of his hands wraps around you, ensuring your place against him and drawing shapes aimlessly while the other keeps the ice in place on your face.

Your eyes water as you think about all he’s done for you tonight. “Thank you Steve, you didn’t have to do all of this. I’m sorry I messed up your night” you sigh out of guilt.

“Shhh y/n. You don’t even need to be sorry to me okay? I will always be there when you need me. You mean so much to me y/n. I’m never going to let someone hurt you like this again” he says, telling the complete and utter truth.

You fall asleep listening to his breathing and feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. You think about the words he spoke, and you believe them 100%.

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Wow, that was sad. I hope you enjoyed, and I am always here if you need to talk to me. Please, if you’re experiencing any form of domestic violence call someone. Friends, family, strangers on the internment, authorities, it doesn’t matter. You’re not alone, and you deserve so much more. There is always someone out there who loves you, and Captain Rogers will always be there to save you in some parallel universe:)

Thank you for reading<3

-e

#imagine #steve rogers #captain america #captain rogers #marvel #scenarios #who did this to you

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 2 years

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Assassin To Avenger

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Loki

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: there's some violence- Tony's an asshole

Genre: fluff, maybe a little angst if you squint

Summary: You and your assassin for hire boyfriends end up at the Avengers tower following a strange run-in in the middle of one of your jobs

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"Do either of you have eyes on the target yet?" You ask through your earpiece.

"Check your 2 o'clock darling." Loki replies. You scan the street from your spot on a rooftop.

"Got him- Bucky he's at your six." You tell Bucky.

"Okay spotted him." Bucky confirms.

"Can you get a clean shot y/n?" Loki asks.

"I'm gonna try to get closer- Bucky stay on him." You take a few steps back to get a running start and leap from one building to another. Just as you launch yourself off the rooftop an explosion behind you hinders your landing and you tuck and roll to avoid crashing.

"What the hell was that?" Bucky asks.

"Loki please tell me you saw whatever the fuck caused that." You say turning around to look at the other building.

"We've got company." Loki says.

"What kind of company?" You grumble.

"The iron kind." Loki quips.

"What the fuck does the iron kind mean Loki?" Bucky huffs.

"Y/n duck and check your seven." Loki says instead of answering Bucky. You follow Loki's instructions and barely miss getting blasted by a missile. When you stand up and spin around Iron Man lands on the roof behind you.

"Woah! You know it does not make a good first impression to blow someone up before you've even told them your name." You say. Instead of answering he swings a fist towards you that you dodge by rotating to the left and you grab his wrist.

"Stark right? You really suck at introductions." You frown using magic to take his feet out from under him and land him on his back.

"Ha! You look like a turtle now." You giggle. Loki lands next to you on the roof and launches Tony Stark away.

"Hasn't anyone told you not to play with your food?" Loki looks at you. You hum and drag your finger down his chest.

"Oh but you love when I play with you." You say.

"Are you two done up there?" Bucky scoffs. You chuckle.

"If you missed it babes we're on the Avengers' radar now- I doubt Iron Man came alone so keep your eyes open." You say.

"Oh my eyes are open- but my lookout is busy flirting with our girlfriend." Bucky says.

"Bucky you might wanna get out of the square and meet us up here, you're too exposed down there." You say spotting something cutting very quickly through the air.

"That would be easier if I knew where you guys were." Bucky notes. Before you can answer you realize the flying thing is going straight towards Bucky, and it's a person. You busy yourself using magic to create a barrier between the winged person and your boyfriend. Once he crashes into it you wrap your magic around him and launch him away, again using your magic to ensure he doesn't die when he lands.

"Rooftop at your 8." Loki says.

"One of you wanna make this easier so I don't have to walk up a dozen flights of steps?" Bucky grumbles. You lock hands with Loki and together you bring him up to where the two of you are.

"You could have let him crash into that building you know." Loki says.

"We're not getting paid to kill an avenger today, so no reason to do that my love." You say patting his cheek.

"Trying to blow you up doesn't count as a reason?"

"Well you launched the one that tried to blow me up across town so I think we're good." You shrug. The sound of metal against metal pulls your attention towards Bucky- who's holding a shield you'd recognize anyway.

"What the hell?" Loki frowns.

"Would you two pay attention?" Bucky huffs.

"Oh great- here comes the red, white, and blue golden boy." You roll your eyes.

"Makes sense, three avengers to handle three assassins." Loki shrugs.

"They definitely attacked in the wrong order then." You frown, looking around for the owner of the starred item.

"What?" Bucky frowns.

"Iron man to take me down, the bird to take you out, and when those failed they send- golden boy to take down all three of us? He's certainly outmatched." You explain.

"Maybe he wasn't for all of us. Maybe he was for Loki but now we're together so plans changed." Bucky says.

"That's an even worse plan." Loki shakes his head.

"What? Why?" Bucky asks.

"Well because stars and stripes is like you baby and Loki's a god."

"Wait he was also an assassin for a Nazi terrorist organization?" Bucky blinks at you.

"No- not that part honey- he's a super soldier, he was made here in the states though around the same time as you actually." You explain.

"Either way- not the best match against a god." Loki says. With all of you distracted none of you realize Captain America has joined you all on the roof until he makes a move to get his shield from Bucky.

"Oh hey welcome to the party- took you long enough, that shield must get a lot of distance." You quip as Bucky springs into action against Captain America. The two go on, evenly matched for about ten minutes before they get a chance to look at each other. When Bucky catches a throw of the shield Captain America falters on his next attack with wide eyes.

"Bucky?" He breathes out. You share a look with Loki and you know he's wondering the same thing. Why does this Avenger know Bucky's name?

"Steve?" Bucky blinks.

"I thought you were dead." Steve says.

"I'm sorry anyone wanna fill us in on want we're missing?!" You cross your arms.

"What are you doing pal?" Steve frowns at his friend.

"Can I finish this?" Loki asks you.

"No. Let's just go, guys." Bucky says walking away. You glance at Loki.

"Bucky? Bucky!? Take care of the target and meet us when you're done." You tell Loki before chasing Bucky down.

~*~*~

"Bucky you wanna explain what the hell that was out there?" Loki asks when he walks into your shared apartment about twenty minutes after you and Bucky did.

"Loki." You say softly.

"What?! We deserve answers." He huffs.

"Be kind- I think Steve used to be important to him. He's upset." You tell Loki handing him a glass of water.

"But-" you cut Loki off with a finger and walk over to Bucky with some water for him too.

"Bucky- I didn't push when we got back, but Loki's right, we deserve some answers about what happened. Now that we're all back- we really should talk about this." You say gently.

"Steve was my best friend in the 30s. We were basically family- seeing him today- it was like seeing a ghost." Bucky shakes his head.

"I'm sorry baby- I know your life pre-hydra is a difficult subject." You frown.

"I have to talk to him." Bucky says.

"Are you serious?! Did you forget he was part of the team trying to kill us today?" Loki scoffs.

"Loki this is more complicated for him than it is for us. Try to be understanding." You chastise. Loki sighs but quickly changes his approach.

"Do you plan to meet him alone?" Loki asks.

"I- I don't know. Do you think I should?" Bucky asks looking at you both.

"It might be easier, to meet him alone. I'm sure he's not a fan of us." You shrug.

"You could meet him in a coffee shop or something- then we could be at another table for moral support." Loki suggests.

"You'd do that?" Bucky asks him.

"Of course Buck. We're in this together, always." Loki throws his arm over Bucky's shoulders.

"Alright. I'll meet with him. How do we even get in touch with him?" Bucky frowns.

"Well- you could call him, or we can use a spell." You say.

"There's a spell for this?" Bucky looks at you.

"There's a spell for everything, don't you know that by now?" Loki winks.

"I don't have his number- the spell will be quicker won't it?" Bucky asks.

"Yes." Loki says.

"Spell it is." You say, making the formations for a contact spell. Loki shifts out of the way as you finish the spell and Steve comes into view.

"Steve! Can you hear me?" Bucky yells into the glowing magic orb showing his friend's face. Steve's head snaps up from whatever he was doing and his eyes widen as he glares curiously at the orb in front of him.

"What the heck is this? Why can I see you? How is this possible? Where are you?" Steve pokes cautiously at the orb that simply contorts around him.

"It's a spell, my girlfriend's doing it. I wanted to talk and, well since I don't have your number we figured this was faster." Bucky explains.

"Your girlfriend? The woman you were with on the rooftop?" Steve asks.

"Yeah her. She's a witch. Her name's y/n." Bucky nods.

"What are you doing Buck? Taking assassination jobs with a witch and that- mischief god? This isn't like you." Steve frowns. Loki can't help but silently scoff and you reach across Bucky to pinch him, out of view of Steve.

"Steve- we've lived... very different lives. You might not agree with what I do- but you shouldn't judge what you don't understand." Bucky tells him.

"Bucky. There's no way you can justify killing people-"

"Bad people. I'm not killing civilians. I'm- we take care of the guys the law doesn't. Child predators, serial killers- we're contract killers sure but we have rules." Bucky explains.

"Playing judge jury and executioner-"

"Steve the world isn't black and white. Good guys aren't always heroes and heroes aren't always good." Bucky says.

"You're working with a god who almost destroyed New York." Steve says.

"And you're working with a war criminal who did destroy an entire country. Unrelated to his affinity for funding wars." Bucky frowns.

"Tony Stark and I are not friends. You seem pretty close to the god." Steve says.

"The god is my boyfriend." Bucky says.

"I thought you were dating the girl. The witch?" Steve frowns in confusion.

"I'm dating them both." Bucky says.

"Okay. Okay well- that's, interesting. Look we'll circle back to that later. Bucky you can't keep doing this. Regardless of your reasoning this thing you're doing is dangerous- and it's wrong." Steve says.

"Steve-"

"Look I've got an idea. Let's meet for lunch, tomorrow at 2. There's a cafe on the corner of 5th and Hollywood. Can you make it?" Steve asks.

"Fine. I'll see you then." Bucky says.

"Great! Bye for now." Steve says. You end the magic call then.

"What a square." Loki scoffs.

"Loki!" You reprimand.

"Oh come on did you hear him? All that nonsense about how what we do isn't right. I bet he's even more rattled that Bucky has two partners." Loki rolls his eyes. You lean over Bucky to pluck Loki's forehead.

"Bucky how are you feeling?" You ask, turning your attention to him while Loki mutters complaints about being plucked.

"I'm fine I think. He's- judgier than I remember." Bucky says.

"He seems... morally sound." You say trying not to be negative.

"He seems morally egotistical." Loki says.

"He's just- very black and white. Clearly he sees things a little more binary than we do." You say.

"A little more binary? Really?" Loki scoffs.

"Yes- there's no real grey area for him it appears." You say.

"Whatever." Loki rolls his eyes.

"He's always been a good kid- very focused on 'doing the right thing'." Bucky shrugs.

"Do you want us to go with you to lunch tomorrow baby?" You ask.

"No- I think I can handle it." Bucky says.

"If you change your mind, we're totally okay going with you James." Loki says.

"I know, thank you. But I think you guys being there would cause extra strain." Bucky says.

"Oh, Loki did you finish the job by the way?" You ask.

"Of course I did." He says.

"Thanks Loki. Sorry for- running off like that." Bucky says.

"Don't worry about it. Your world was imploding or whatever." Loki shrugs. You roll your eyes and let out a laugh as you stand up.

"Idiot." You say kissing Loki lightly as you walk away.

"Where're you going?" Loki asks.

"And why didn't I get a kiss?" Bucky frowns.

"I'm going to shower. It's been a long day. And Loki got a kiss for finishing the job on our behalf." You answer them both.

"Well I want a kiss." Bucky says. Loki grabs Bucky by his hair and kisses him harshly.

"Happy now?" Loki asks lowly.

"Yeah. That works." Bucky responds.

"Oh that was hot. Now I really need a shower. Don't have too much fun without me!" You call as you disappear down the hall.

~*~*~

When Bucky returns from lunch the next day you and Loki are sitting at the island talking over a bowl of chips.

"Hey baby how was your lunch meeting?" You ask. Bucky barely looks at you as he walks by. You look at Loki who walks in front of him and places his hands on Bucky's shoulders.

"James!" He says frowning at Bucky.

"Sorry, what?" Bucky blinks at him.

"I asked how your lunch with Steve went." You say.

"Oh. It uh- it went well. He offered us space at the tower." Bucky frowns.

"The tower?" Loki frowns.

"Like- the Avengers tower? Why would he do that?" You ask.

"Apparently he talked to the others. He wants us to join the Avengers. Enough of them seem okay with it." Bucky explains.

"Enough of them?" You question.

"Thor vouched for Loki. Steve vouched for me. The girls apparently vouched for you."

"I'm surprised the Avengers operate like a democracy." Loki muses.

"I don't think they do." You say.

"They don't. Steve simply insisted- and he said that one of them convinced the others because he's literally a computer and he claimed the pros outweighed the cons." Bucky shrugs.

"Well what did you say?" Loki asks, sitting next to you at the island.

"I told him I'd talk to you guys." Bucky shrugs sitting on Loki's other side.

"Do you want to join the Avengers?" You ask.

"I- I don't know. I'm not anything like them. None of us are." Bucky says.

"I for one am not particularly interested in joining that band of insufferable moral egoists, but we make decisions together so- I'm open to discussing it." Loki says.

"I think it could be fun." You shrug.

"Fun?" Loki asks flatly.

"Yeah- I mean- getting to run around with a bunch of superheroes. That could be one hell of an adventure." You say.

"An adventure? With a bunch of squares? There's no way that would be interesting." Loki says.

"Oh come on- I'm sure we could make it interesting. Even with a bunch of squares." You smile at him.

"I think- we should give it a try." Bucky says.

"Really? You too?" Loki blinks at him.

"If you hate it we'll leave, but there's no harm in checking it out." Bucky says swinging his arm over Loki's shoulders.

"Fine- if you guys want to- we'll give up the assassin gig to join New York's favorite heroes I guess. Makes little difference to me, I'm not from here." Loki shrugs.

"So- are we moving into the tower?" You ask.

"Probably- I'll talk to Steve about it." Bucky says.

~*~*~

The three of you move into the tower a couple of weeks later and calling it an adjustment might be a bit of an understatement. Loki especially grumbles the first few days you're there. While you quickly befriend the other witch in the tower, Wanda, the others aren't as kind to you or your boyfriends- except Vision who seems to like both Bucky and Loki.

"So are we doing anything here or are they just- keeping us here to watch us? Like being grounded?" Loki asks throwing himself onto your bed with Bucky.

"Is it being grounded if everyone is here? We can't go on missions that aren't happening now can we?" You ask glancing over your shoulder from your vanity.

"Sure they aren't going on missions now but when they do- will we even be part of all that?" Loki scoffs.

"I'd assume so. Steve did say they wanted us to join the team- if it was just about keeping us in line why would he say that?"

"To convince us to come here obviously." Loki says.

"Pardon the interruption- Captain Rogers would like the three of you to join the rest of the Avengers in meeting room A immediately." Friday's voice announces in your room.

"Sounds like it's mission time. Guess you're getting what you want after all baby." You look at him as you exit the room. Bucky and Loki follow you on either side as you head to the meeting room. When you walk in everyone turns to you.

"Oh good they decided to join us." Tony snips. You roll your eyes at him and sit next to Wanda.

"Hey." You say to her quietly.

"Hi." She smiles at you. Loki sits on your other side and Bucky takes the seat next to him.

"So if you look in the folders I gave you this is very simply recon mission. We located a Hydra base it's supposed to be shut down so we just wanna clear it and burn it down." Steve explains.

"So who's going?" Natasha asks.

"Bucky will be going along with Loki, y/n, and Tony." Steve says.

"Absolutely not." Loki scoffs.

"Loki." You look at him with a frown.

"The last time we did anything with Tony Stark shot a missile at you- which he still has not apologized for by the way. So excuse me if I'm not quite keen on putting your life in his hands." Loki explains.

"My life wouldn't be in his hands and we're all on the same side now." You say quietly.

"He's not exactly made that obvious since we got here." Loki points out.

"Oh- so what? You want me to apologize to your girlfriend?" Tony scoffs.

"That would be a start." Loki says.

"Fine. Sorry for shooting a missile at you. To stop you from killing a civilian." Tony rolls his eyes.

"Well actually he was a Russian assassin but semantics right? He's a civilian to someone somewhere I'm sure." You shrug.

"Wait- what?" Tony frowns.

"Oh did no one tell you we only took contracts to kill shitty people? Predators, serial killers, assassins with too many unnecessary civilian casualties- you know people the law can't or won't take care of." You smirk.

"You took out other assassins? Isn't that just the pot calling the kettle?" Tony snorts.

"This pot didn't kill an entire bus full of school children when his target was the driver. The pot only ever took out the driver if they deserve it."

"Wait what?" Steve frowns.

"The guy we were after that day killed an entire bus of children to get to the driver. Are you going to tell me he doesn't deserve what we did to him?"

"It's not our job to make that decision." Tony says through clenched teeth.

"Maybe not your job- but Bucky, Loki and I have no problem making that decision." You shrug.

"Steve maybe someone else ought to go with them." Natasha says.

"Actually- this is great." He shakes his head.

"What?" You look at him incredulously.

"I need to know that your personal problems won't jeopardize a mission." Steve tells you.

"My personal problems never get in the way of a job." You say.

"That's great. I hope your boyfriend can say the same."

"He can. The man child over there might have a bit of a harder time." You say.

"Man child?!" Tony says incredulously.

"Loki, Bucky, and I make a great team already. We don't need Stark with us." You look at Steve.

"I'm sure the three of you work very well together. I need to know that you can work with the rest of us and- Tony is inarguably the most combative so, if this mission goes well I'll feel confident in you all joining the team, sending you on other assignments." Steve explains.

"But of course if that's too hard for you- you can always leave." Tony says. You blow out a breath and fix Tony with a stare that has Loki trying to hide a smirk- he knows something ruthless is about to come.

"If you're trying to piss me off you'll have to work a lot harder than that. But before you do keep in mind all three of us can individually snap you in half. Two of us can do it even when you're in your suit. Don't let those fancy toys fool you into thinking you are more than just a man. And men, are incredibly breakable." You say quietly. Tony looks genuinely shocked at your words while both of your boyfriends are sharing a look of lustful pride.

"Damn." Natasha says amused.

"Oh yeah threaten me- that's a great way to prove you can work with this team." Tony scoffs after a minute.

"That wasn't a threat. It was a reminder. Besides- we're not on the mission yet- so I'll say whatever the fuck I want until we get on a quinjet." You turn away from him.

"You all leave in an hour. Prepare whatever you need. The rest of you all stay- we've got other assignments to discuss." Steve says. You're the first to leave to your room. Bucky and Loki follow you dutifully. By the time they've reached your room, you're in your closet pulling out your jumpsuit. Loki doesn't even let you finish putting it on before his arms wrap around your waist.

"That- was very attractive." Loki mutters against your neck. You snap your fingers to finish putting your clothes on.

"What?" You try to look at him.

"The way you handled Stark." Bucky says kissing your temple.

"You too?" You chuckle.

"Men are incredibly breakable- has got to be one of the greatest things you've said outside of the bedroom." Loki says.

"Well- he was getting on my nerves." You huff.

"We noticed." Bucky chuckles.

"Darlings- can we get ready for this mission? You can touch me all you want when we return." You say squirming out of Loki's grasp.

"We have an hour." Loki smirks.

"Go- to your rooms and get ready." You shoo them towards the door.

"Boring." Loki huffs.

"I'm asking you to behave for a few hours. We finish this mission and you can do whatever you want." You say giving Loki a quick kiss.

"The brat is telling us to behave. Isn't that amusing Bucky?" Loki chuckles.

"The brat just wants to get ready for our mission." You say giving Bucky a kiss before pushing them far enough out to shut the door. You pull on your boots and slide your sheathed knife into it. You don't need knives obviously but you try not to rely on magic as your only option when it comes to fighting should that be necessary. You expect this mission to be straightforward so you don't spend a lot of time preparing. You tug on your gloves and leave your room with fifteen minutes to spare. Loki meets you before you're even all the way down the hall and you two find Bucky in the kitchen drinking what you assume is a protein shake.

"Ready to go?" Loki asks him.

"Yeah- made a smoothie." Bucky says holding the glass out to Loki.

"What kind?" Loki takes the cup and drinks from it.

"Uh there's blueberries, strawberries, some banana, I just threw some of the fruits they had in the kitchen." Bucky shrugs.

"It's good. Try it." Loki says holding it to you with his arm around your waist. Loki holds the glass up to your lips and you take a sip.

"Are yall just planning to finish my smoothie?" Bucky scoffs.

"You can have it back baby." You laugh holding it out to him. "Loki's right, it's good."

"Next time I'll make enough for everyone." Bucky quickly throws back the rest of it and puts the cup in the sink.

"You guys planning on canoodling all day or are you ready to actually do something?" Tony calls as he walks through the kitchen to the elevator.

"We've all been ready Stark. You're the last one to come out here remember?" You retort stepping into the elevator in front of him. Bucky and Loki make sure to follow in behind you, leaving Tony to enter last with an eye roll.

"Let's just get this over with." He mutters, pressing the button to take you to the roof where your quinjet is waiting.

The base you're going to is somewhere up north, an abandoned area beyond the Canadian border. It takes you about 3 hours to get there.

"So do we have a plan going into this?" Bucky asks about 10 minutes before you land.

"We take it in pairs." You suggest.

"Take it in pairs?" Tony frowns.

"Yeah- we can split up. It's more efficient that way. Loki and Bucky and then me with Tony." You shrug.

"You with me!?" Tony looks at you incredulously.

"Yes. You like to start shit and believe it or not I'm the least reactive. Which means nothing you say will derail my efficiency." You say. You hear Bucky snort next to you.

"Fine." Tony huffs.

"Glad we see eye to eye." You smile tightly.

"We don't." Tony says.

"Well you agreed to my plan so I don't really care how you see it." You say. At this point you've landed and Tony opens the entrance.

"Let's just get this over with." He grumbles walking off the jet.

"What a brat." You mutter.

"You sure you still want to work with him?" Bucky asks with a chuckle as he exits the jet.

"I'm positive. We'll go up, you go down?" You look at Bucky.

"Sounds good." Bucky nods.

"See you soon." You say.

"Stay safe darling." Loki says.

"Always. You too." You say.

"Keep in touch." Bucky says.

"Duh." You wink at them. You catch up to Tony and place your hand on his shoulder- doing a spell to transport you both to the roof. Tony anxiously looks himself over.

"What the fuck was that?!" He asks frantically.

"Relax. I just did a teleportation spell." You roll your eyes.

"Why?!"

"We're starting at the top and they're starting in the basement. We meet in the middle, it's more efficient that way."

"I could've flown up here!"

"Your rockets aren't exactly the most discrete method of transportation. Besides this is quicker." You shrug.

"Well you could have told me that before you did it." Tony huffs.

"Maybe I would have if you hadn't stormed off like a petulant teenager. Nothing's on the roof, let's go inside." You say walking over to the roof access door.

"I am not a petulant child!" Tony protests as he follows you into the building.

"I said petulant teenager not child and keep your fucking voice down. If someone's here you wanna give them any more of a heads up?" You roll your eyes. You place your hand against the nearest door.

"What are you doing?" Tony asks.

"Checking for any obvious cautions. Start working on that side of the hall." You point to the door behind Tony.

"If you find anything important grab it. Files or experiments and such." Tony says.

"Yeah okay. I'll just- stick them in a pocket dimension." You mutter opening the first room and scanning it. You do the same with the next three doors on your side. Nothing is in any of them and when you turn to Tony he's got some folders in hand. You wave your hand and the folders disappear from his hand.

"What did you do?" Tony frowns.

"They're safe. I just figured if we run into anyone you don't want papers getting in the way." You tell him.

"Oh- okay. Yeah that- makes sense." He says. You check the last few rooms in the hall.

"Basement's cleared." Bucky's voice rings in your ear.

"Top floor's clear too. Guys Stark says that if you see anything, files, experiments, etc to collect them as you go. I've been storing ours in a pocket dimension Be careful not to touch anything if you don't have to." You say.

"I take it that means collection is my job?" Loki sighs.

"Yes please my love." You respond.

"Of course. I'll handle it darling." He says.

"Thank you baby." You hum. Tony makes a retching sound beside you.

"Stop being all lovey-dovey via coms." Tony grumbles.

"You'll live." You roll your eyes.

"Wonder how many floors this place has." Tony says as you open the door to the stairwell.

"Seven above ground and the basement. Eight in all." You say.

"How do you know that?" He looks at you. You point at the giant seven behind him.

"Basements aren't usually labeled as floor 1, they get 0 or basement or something so I took an educated guess." You shrug exiting the stairwell onto the sixth floor. You and Tony make quick work of the sixth floor using the same tactic you used on the seventh floor. Every once in a while Tony will wave a folder that you make disappear and when you find folders you put them with the others.

"That thing you're doing with the documents is kinda cool. How does it work?" He asks.

"How does my magic work?" You blink at him.

"Okay- that's probably a kind of stupid question."

"Since it's not like I can show you how it works yes- that was stupid."

"Are you sure you can't show me? Because Strange does magic."

"Ah yes- the sorcerer and his magic portal rings."

"You know him?"

"Only by name." You shrug.

"First floor cleared." You hear Loki's voice.

"Sixth floor clear." You reply back. You and Tony take the flight down to the fifth floor ready to repeat the process. Before you've finished Bucky's in your ear again.

"Second floor clear." He says. When you don't reply with your floor Loki speaks.

"Are you not done on the fifth floor? Tch- is Stark slowing you down darling?" Loki asks.

"Now Loki- don't be rude I think he's sensitive about that sort of thing." You joke back.

"I am not slowing anyone down. Okay?!" Tony huffs.

"Oh look what you've done Loki." You tut.

"You know what I'm going to go down and handle the fourth floor by myself then we'll see who's slowing who down." Tony huffs.

"Wait Tony I think something's down there you do not want to go down alone." You warn.

"Actually I do." Tony walks off into the staircase.

"Are you fucking ki- gah! Loki come here." You use the special spell you and Loki created to bring him to you.

"You could've just used coms to tell me to come up here." Loki says.

"I know. This is quicker. I need you to finish this floor and then go back to Bucky. Something's downstairs and Stark might just get himself killed on his own." You explain hurriedly. Loki grabs your arm before you can get too far.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" He asks.

"I've got it Loki finish the sweep then both of you meet us." You tell him.

"Be careful." Loki's brow is furrowed a bit.

"Always." You wink before taking off down the stairs. You note that this floor is set up quite differently than the other three you've seen so far. It looks like a cafeteria or something, but you don't have much time to dwell on it as you catch a flash of red hitting the wall near you. You look in the direction he came from to see 2 very large men charge at Tony who's getting himself together off the wall.

"Stark watch out!" You call and he has just enough time to avoid them by flying above them.

"What are you doing here?! I told you I would handle this floor mysel-" Tony's sentence is cut off when he abruptly falls out of the air. You notice one of the two men is holding an odd device pointed towards Tony.

"Really? This is what you call handling it?" You scoff.

"They did something to my suit! I had it under control." Tony huffs. You roll your eyes and put yourself between Tony and one of the men.

"Alright- truthfully I don't like this man, and him not listening to me is how he got into this shit in the first place so I should let you do whatever the hell you want- maybe he'd learn his lesson. But here's the thing, I don't play on losing teams- and unfortunately for you- but lucky him- he's on my team. So I can't just let you beat his ass, you'll have to go through me first." You say.

"I'm not fighting a girl." He grumbles in a thick accent.

"This girl could turn your insides into outsides with the wave of a hand but I actually like fighting so- I'm giving you the chance to fight me instead of me just turning you into a bug." You shrug.

"You're not serious." He frowns. You roll your eyes and magically lift the man up into the air. His arms and legs flail as he gets further from the ground. "Hey- woah put me down!" He protests.

"Are you ready to fight a girl? Or are you too scared to risk being beat by one?" You ask him. Before he can respond you're suddenly rammed into from the left by the other guy. Admittedly you'd forgotten about him and now he's slammed you into a wall making you drop the first guy. The second guy has his hands around your throat as he holds you against the concrete. You claw at his hands for a moment before you manage to stabilize yourself enough to kick him in the chest. It's just strong enough to loosen his grip on your neck and you land a punch to his nose that makes him stumble back. You use magic to push him further away from you as you hunch over to catch your breath.

"Bitch move. I was distracted." You cough out as you elbow guy one in the face as he sneaks up behind you. "You better hope that doesn't fucking bruise." You point an accusatory finger at guy two. Guy one traps your arms at your side and guy two charges you. You kick your feet up and land a heel in guy two's neck.

"Stark it would be nice if you could help me!" You grunt as you free yourself from guy one.

"They disabled my suit- it's a bit hard to move at the moment." Tony yells from inside his suit.

"Are you kidding me?! Your stupid suit doesn't have some other power source?!" You grumble as you flip guy one.

"It's not the power source that's the problem." Tony yells. You roll your eyes as you take guy one by magic and slowly squeezing around his throat.

"Yo!" Guy two yells to get your attention. You roll your eyes and turn to look at him. He's managed to tear open the faceplate on Tony's suit and he's holding a knife to him.

"Gimme a break." You huff.

"Decide what is more important. You winning or his life." Guy two says.

"How primitive." You mutter.

"Y/n!" Tony says in warning.

"Choose girl." Guy two says. You open your palm and force guy two to remain frozen.

"Lucky for him, I don't have to choose." You say launching guy one at guy two with enough force to make them both hit the wall. You walk over to them and place handcuffs on them both before floating them a few feet off the ground.

"We've cleared floors five and three." You hear Loki's voice in your ear.

"Y/n give us a status update." Bucky says.

"I'm fine. We ran into some unpleasants but it's fine." You say.

"Do you need help?" Bucky asks.

"I handled it but Stark might need some help hobbling back to the jet if you wanna meet us up here." You say. When Loki and Bucky make it up they're immediately doting on you.

"Are you alright darling?" Loki asks.

"What the hell happened??" Bucky frowns.

"Why are those men in the air?" Loki looks up.

"Well I handcuffed them but nothing is stopping them from walking off so- I put them up there." You shrug.

"If it works it works." Bucky says.

"Can you guys grab Stark so we can leave?" You ask.

"Sure." Bucky hoists Tony off the ground and leans him against him.

"They disabled my fucking suit." Tony grumbles.

"Oh for fucks sake." You hold your hand out.

"Hey hey hey what the hell are you doing this is a billion-dollar suit!" Tony protests.

"Shut up." You mutter. A few moments later the suit seems to power on.

"Holy shit- did you fix it?" Tony frowns. You roll your eyes and use magic to leave the building with your two prisoners. Loki and Bucky follow shortly after with Tony.

"You know I had it-"

"I don't want to hear not a single word from you Stark. From here to the tower be quiet or I will make you quiet." You cut him off with an icy glare.

"If you think you're in charge-" Tony's sentence stops with the snap of your fingers. Not because he stopped talking but because you did a spell to literally mute his voice that makes Loki double over laughing as you pile into the quinjet.

"Have you always been able to do that?" Bucky asks.

"Not always but since you've known me, yes." You mutter.

"Shit would've been so useful to know." Bucky muses as you set the course to head back to the tower free of Stark's commentary- though not by his choice.

When you arrive at the tower you're quick to send the prisoners to where they'll be kept and make your way to the meeting room where Steve is undoubtedly waiting to debrief.

"You know how you wanted to prove we could work on a team? Turns out the problem isn't fucking us." You say.

"Woah- what happened?" Steve frowns.

"Tony nearly got himself killed because he doesn't know how to fucking listen."

"It wasn't my fault." Tony groans.

"No? It wasn't your fault that you completed disregarded me when I told you not to go down alone when I sensed something was down there because you were too busy getting into a dick swinging contest with my boyfriend?"

"If he hadn't said anything in the first place this wouldn't have happened."

"If you thought with anything other than your ego for thirty seconds this wouldn't have happened. If you had just fucking listened to the person you were supposed to be on a team with this wouldn't have happened."

"Loki started it."

"You are such a child!"

"So your boyfriend gets to mock me and I get berated for it."

"Only one of you jeopardized this mission so yes."

"Bucky, Loki, either one of you wanna tell me what's going on here?" Steve sighs and turns towards them who have just been watching the chaos from the door.

"We actually don't know." Loki says.

"She put a silence spell on Tony the whole way back. He was basically on mute and she was angry so we didn't ask her about what went down." Bucky says.

"All we know is they had a scuffle with some Hydra people who we brought back by the way- they're locked up downstairs I believe." Loki explains.

"You believe?" Steve frowns.

"Y/n used magic to get rid of them once we landed." Bucky says.

"Right okay- so this scuffle, how were you not involved? Did you split up?" Steve asks.

"We were in pairs- they started at the top and we started in the basement." Bucky says.

"Right okay so now I'm gonna need you to stop arguing long enough to explain what happened y/n." Steve says to you.

"Hello there were two of us why are you only asking her?!" Tony huffs.

"Because it sounds like the problem was you but you'll have your time to speak after her. Ladies first as they say. Be a gentleman for once in your life." Steve rolls his eyes.

"Fine. Whatever."

"Y/n." Steve prompts.

"Like they said we were in pairs. Stark and I started at the top and them in the basement. Whenever we finished clearing a floor we'd let them know and they'd do the same. We were working at roughly the same pace but Bucky and Loki at some point finished one floor before we did so Loki made a joke about Stark slowing me down. I told him not to say things like that because Stark's a bit sensitive and to prove my point Stark went all 'I'll prove I'm more efficient than all of you by doing the next floor on my own. You'll see- you'll all see' and I warned him. I told him there was something on the next floor and it wasn't safe for him to go alone but his big ass ego refused to listen to me. He went down by himself and got his shit rocked. They even disabled his suit. So I ended up having to fight them alone because I told Loki and Bucky to finish the sweep." You explain.

"Tony- if she said there was something down there what on earth would possess you to do the opposite?" Steve sighs.

"Well it's not like she'd proven trustworthy." Tony huffs.

"So what? You think she warned you about danger because she was playing a prank on you? Does that make any sense to you?!"

"When you put it like that-"

"It doesn't matter how you put it you prick what you did was dangerous and stupid and completely avoidable but you don't fucking listen." You glare at Tony. Loki grabs your shoulders and turns you to face him.

"Okay. You obviously have every reason to be pissed with him but we were successful. Even with his complete idiocy we all made it out darling." Loki says softly. You take a deep breath.

"Loki's right doll- as much as Tony deserves you don't have to lay into him that hard. I'm sure you had fun kicking their asses anyway." Bucky chuckles.

"Rogers. I don't about the rest of y'all but I can't work with someone who will deliberately disregard warnings and put whole teams at risk over his own ego. If Stark doesn't learn to listen I won't go on any other missions with him. He's too much of a risk." You say.

"Hey! I wasn't the one being tested here." Tony says.

"Yeah well maybe you should've been!" You snap back.

"She's got a point Tony. You were meant to be working as a team. You treated them as adversaries not teammates. Even so, they made sure the mission was a success. Y/n even saved your life it sounds like. You owe her an apology and a thank you." Steve says.

"Fine. Y/n- sorry for not listening and thanks for saving my ass." Tony grumbles out his apology.

"You guys did more than what was expected of you honestly so- I hope you know you're officially on the team and cleared for mission assignments." Steve says. You send Tony one last glare before leaving the room.

"We should- probably follow her." Loki looks at Bucky.

"Yeah. Thanks for the- status update pal. We're gonna go take care of our angry girl." Bucky says grabbing Loki and pulling him out after you.

When the pair get to your room you're pulling on a t-shirt that certainly belongs to one of them. Loki walks up to you first and plants a kiss on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.

"Regretting joining the do-gooders just yet?" Loki asks.

"No- but I do want to punch Stark in the face." You say leaning against him.

"Well from what I understand most of the others want to do that too so- sounds like you're right on track." Bucky says kissing your cheek.

"He has a funny way of keeping that reputation for himself." You mutter.

"Well- into the fire." Loki chuckles.

"We're Avengers now." You snort.

"We're Avengers." Bucky hums.

"How fucking weird is that." Loki muses. And you're sure it'll only get weirder from here on out, but as long as you have Loki and Bucky with you, you know it'll be fine.

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 1 year

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Pokemon trainer peter please 🥰🥰🥰🥰💃🕺💃

I'll admit, I was ill-prepared for this prompt. Hahaha. I don't actually know all that much about Pokemon but I was able to employ my teenagers for some assistance in the matter. All in all, I think I did a pretty okay job of setting up a Pokemon AU in this mini-fic. (should anyone wish to adopt/continue it, they are more than welcome to!)

Anyway, here it is at just under the 1k limit. 797 words!

Rotom Round-Up

“Ah, there you are. My last appointment of the day,” Professor Stark said as Peter stepped into his office. “And here I thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“Sorry, sir,” Peter sheepishly stated. He’d only been three minutes late but it felt as though he’d left the professor waiting for hours.

“Eh. No need to apologize, Mr. Parker. The point is, you’re here now,” Stark replied with a flippant wave of his hand. “Have you put any thought into which Pokémon you’ll choose to accompany you on your journey?”

Peter perked up at the question “Yeah!,” he happily replied. He’d given it a lot of thought. Years worth of thought. He’d been studying Pokémon at a near-university level for the last several years. He knew the pros and cons of every single option. He opened his mouth to say as much, but the professor was already talking over him.

“Great. In that case, let’s get started,” he said, pulling three pokéballs out of his pocket and releasing the Pokémon inside one by one. “Snivy, Tepig and Oshawott. What’s your fancy, Kiddo?”

Peter watched in awe as the three small Pokémon danced in front of them. Then a small movement in the corner of the room grabbed his attention. It was the most adorable Tarountula he’s ever seen. Rather than its usual white and green, it was a combination of deep red and navy blue. “A shiny!” he gasped, the words, escaping his mouth before he could stop them.

“What?” Stark questioned, looking between Peter and the three standard Pokémon. “I thought you said you’d done your research, Kid. None of these are shiny.”

“No,” Peter replied, with a shake of his head. “That one. The bug type, that looks like a round little spider! It’s shiny! Can I have that one?”

The professor’s gaze followed Peter’s eagerly pointing finger until it fell onto the red and blue Tarountula at the end room. “Oh.That guy,” he said thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s not a starter, kid. You should know that.”

“I do!” Peter eagerly returned. “But he could be, right? I mean for the right trainer. Maybe that’s me. They’re my favorite, and I know all about them. I can tell you whatever you want.”

“Look, kid,” Tony sighed, his fingers moving upward to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I’m not handing over a shiny Tarountula to a brand new trainer.” A beat passed, then he added a dubious, “Unless.”

“Unless what?” Peter implored.

“Well, if you’re as smart as you say you are, maybe you could help me out with something I’ve got going on in the lab,” he said. “If you prove yourself useful, the Tarountula can be all yours.”

“What do I have to do?” Peter asked, barely containing his excitement. He couldn’t believe he was being invited into Professor Stark’s lab.

Tony hummed and waved Peter though a pair of heavy metal doors and into a huge sprawling laboratory. There were machines everywhere and scattered around them were dozens of spark-like Rotoms. His mouth gaped open as they zipped around the room.

“Yeah,” Tony sighed. “So, as you can see, I’ve got something of a problem. All thirty-four Rotoms that were being stored here, were inadvertently released early this morning. I’ve managed to contain eleven of them myself. But I’m a busy man. Think you could find the other twenty-three?”

“By myself?” Peter asked.

The professor tilted his head to the side clicked his tongue. “Not completely,” he wavered, then whistled until a large robotic looking Pokémon joined him by his side. “My buddy, here, DUM-E could help you.”

“Oh wow!” Peter exclaimed, reaching out to pat the Pokémon on the head. “That’s the biggest Magneton I’ve ever seen!”

“I know,” Tony smirked as he threw open a cabinet full of trainer supplies. “Anyway, I’ve got things to do. Here’re your pokéballs. Come find me when you’re done,” he said all in one breath. “Or when you give up. Whichever happens first.”

Peter accepted the large bag of pokéballs and grinned. “I’ve got this sir!” he said. “Come on DUM-E! Let’s go!”

The first six were easy to catch. The next four were a bit more difficult. However, he still had thirteen more to go. The problem was that Rotoms were known for being mischievous. Perhaps more so for their ability to take over appliances, thus changing their abilities. And, oh boy, there were a lot of appliances within the professor's lab.

“What do you think DUM-E? Where else can we look?” Peter asked after making his way around the lab at least three times.

The Magneton brought them into the breakroom and hovered near the microwave and refrigerator.

“Got it,” Peter replied, knowing exactly what his new friend was implying. He could see the Rotoms taunting smiles within the appliances and readied his next pokeball.

“Where to next, DUM-E?” he asked once he’d successfully captured those two.

DUM-E happily ushed him into another area where Peter caught three more. And from there, he followed DUM-E around the room until they had tracked down all the remaining Rotoms. When he was sure he was done, he triumphantly carried himself over to where the professor was working.

“You’re done?” Stark dubiously inquired. Peter nodded his head. “Already?”

“DUM-E and I make a good team,” Peter shrugged. “Can I have the Tarountula now?”

The professor chuckled, fondly shook his head. “Sure, Kid. He’s all yours,” he said, as he led Peter over to where the waiting Tarountula. “What are you going to call him?”

Peter laughed as the Pokémon happily climbed from his arm to his shoulder and then up to the top of his head. “I think-” he said, pausing as he gave the nickname some added thought. Then he smiled broadly and encouraged the Tarountula to drop down into his hands. “I’ll call him Spidey”

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jeonstellate · 4 months

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ocean waves & faded dreams — shore x

the avengers watch snippets of johan's life with hydra's dr. fischer.

⚝༄ platonic!bucky barnes x original character (ft. platonic!tony stark x original character)

⚝༄ mentions of murder; depictions of manipulation & memory wiping

⚝༄ paragraph format — 0.7K words

masterlist | ow&fd masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

The Avengers found themselves inside a house, one far less elegant than the high-rise apartment they first found themselves in.

Contrast to how they explored the Collins’ apartment, they opted to just stand on their spot. Even if they wanted to move, they would just find their legs frozen. Not held back by any magic or any other external influence, but rather by the sheer shock of witnessing a close-up murder and being powerless to prevent it.

"Wanda, please me tell me this doesn’t have another close-up murder." Pietro asked his twin without necessarily turning his attention to her. "I don’t think my stomach can take another one."

Wanda didn’t turn her head toward her brother either as she answered, "This doesn’t." Just as everyone else, her hard stare was directed at what was in front. "This is much worse."

"Doctor, can you take me to my Papa now?" Four-year-old Johan Collins looked up to a somewhat familiar man. "I feel much better now, see? I’m not hurt anymore."

The man crutched down to her level, "Not yet, little one. You’re not completely healed yet." He smoothed down her hair in an attempt to soothe her. "We still have to go back to the hospital to make sure you’re in perfect shape."

Little Johan pouted, "I don’t like the hospital. They hurt."

"That’s Wilhelm Fischer, isn’t it?" Tony was first to point out the resemblance between the man in front of them and the HYDRA doctor they were tasked to capture earlier.

The response he got was solemn and tight, "Yeah."

"They only hurt because you aren’t used to them yet." Dr. Fischer assured the four-year-old, completely dismissing her feelings.

"But—"

"Little one, what kind of rescuer would I seem to be to your Papa if I don’t return you in tip-top shape?" Dr. Fischer’s voice was slowly slipping from the caring tone he was trying to maintain. Rather, an edge of sternness was slipping through. "Besides, as a doctor, my conscience won’t let me discharge a patient when I know they aren’t well enough yet.

"So, just hang in there for me, yeah?"

Little Johan was obviously disappointed, but gave a weak affirmation, anyway. "Okay."

"You guys said Agent Collins killed him, right?" Bruce looked at Tony, Steve, and Natasha for confirmation after prying his eyes away from the now-dissolved figures of the younger Wilhelm Fischer and Johan Collins. Surprisingly, the house didn’t dissolve with them — unlike how the Collins’ apartment disappeared with the five people in the previous scene.

"She did," Steve replied with a short nod. "One dagger through his throat and another through his heart."

Bruce was unusually satisfied with the given information. "Good. He deserved that. For shamelessly manipulating a four-year-old."

"Get ready to hate Fischer even more." Wanda ushered her teammates into a room after they ran out of insults and threats they could possibly throw at the deceased HYDRA doctor.

What welcomed the Avengers was a machinery they — except Bucky — hadn’t seen before.

The mere sight of it unsettled them, albeit they couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. There was just something about it that screamed ‘terrifying’ and ‘alarming.’ Whatever it did, they were in silent consensus that it couldn’t be for any good.

Definitely, the apparatus wasn’t something they would want any children to be in close proximity to. But, alas.

"Is this your mechanical version of dentist?" The Johan in this memory looked slightly older, mostly because her hair had gotten a little longer. A few scars were now decorating her formerly flawless arms, but her innocence still remained intact.

"Not the dentist, little one. It doesn’t check your teeth." Dr. Fischer gently placed Johan on the chair connected to the contraption. After checking her security on it, he handed her a dental impression mold. "Put this on."

She looked up as she obliged. It was easy to notice with the way her eyes twinkled that she was fascinated by the machine. "What does it do, then?"

"I’ll show you."

"No!" Bucky’s outburst startled the rest of the team. "She’s literally four—"

"Why? What’s happening?"

The whirring of the machine grew louder as it lowered down and caged Johan’s skull in between its claws. Then, as soon as they saw the electricity flow from the metal to her head, she let out a blood-curdling scream.

Johan’s screams continued to echo through the walls and ring in their ears even as everything faded.

next shore >

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icantdothisallday198 · 2 years

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Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Reader x Wanda Maximoff

The Avengers were all at a party discussing random things when kinks somehow came up.

"I think Steve is in to BDSM" Nat said "what does BDSM mean" Steve asked confused "Bible discussions and study meetings Rogers" A drunk Tony shouted "well then yeah I'm in to BDSM" Steve said proudly (poor Steve).

"Oh my god" Bruce whispered and rubbed his forehead while Nat burst out laughing Steve looked at her but Nat quickly patted Wanda's back pretending like Wanda said something funny, Wanda just went along with it while quietly laughing as well.

"Okay I'm going to bed" Tony said and stumbled his way to bed "me too" Nat, Wanda, Thor and Bruce said all drinking the rest of their drinks and heading off "I better get going before Fury has a heart attack without me" Maria said and left Steve then went to bed as well as he got in to bed the alarm suddenly went off.

"OH FOR FUCK SAKE" Tony shouted while getting up 'Really right now' Steve thought but got up anyway "AVENGERS SUIT UP" Steve shouted from the meeting room having already ran down there after suiting up himself.

"Okay, okay we're here what's the problem" Wanda asked tiredly, Nat yawning "it's some girl she's causing problems around the city from the info Fury has already gathered she has speed and Wanda's powers" Steve said "Y/n" Wanda muttered quietly.

"It's like you and your brother combined" he said looking at Wanda "and who is Y/n" Steve asked.

"She's my brothers ex, she was heart broken when he died in Sokovia and because she saw Clint right near him she promised to kill us all for killing Pietro" Wanda said taking a breath.

"She must of went back to Hydra to become an experiment and kill us all she's luring us if we don't go we're the bad guys if we do we have to fight a phycopath woman who thinks we killed her boyfriend" Wanda said crying "Holy shit" Tony said.

"Well let's do this then she wants us so she's gonna get us" Steve said sternly.

They eventually caught you even if it took a year they got you and were now integrating you.

"Why Y/n" Tony asked "you killed my boyfriend" you answered that's all you've been saying for the past 2 days "c'mon Y/n there has to be another reason you wanted to join Hydra" Tony asked you stayed silent.

"THAT'S IT" Tony said and though down the files on you "WANDA GET IN HERE" Tony shouted again and it send you into a sort of trance you were muttering "Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать, Рассвет, Печь, Девять, Добросердечный, Возвращение на Родину, Один, Товарный вагон." (Longing, rusted, furnace, daybreak, seventeen, benign, nine, homecoming, one, freight car).

Over and over again "what is she even saying" Wanda asked "I don't know" Tony said pissed off "NAT" he suddenly shouted.

"Yes Stark" Nat asked walking into the room "what is she saying" Tony asked "Longing, rusted, furnace, daybreak, seventeen, benign, nine, homecoming, one, freight car." Nat said "can you tell her to stop please" Tony asked.

"Sure, Дорогая, пожалуйста, перестань так говорить. (Darling please stop saying that)" Nat asked politely you looked up at her.

"Не может Гидра клониться за мной (can't Hydra will follow me)" You said rocking back and fourth and all Nat saw was a scared woman trying to keep Hydra away "Они не могут навредить тебе здесь, дорогая (They can't hurt you here darling)" Nat said going into the cell and hugging you.

You just silently cried and hugged her back "I miss him" you cried into her shoulder "I know Darling, I know" she said sitting you on her lap rocking you back and fourth "Hey Darling want to hear something funny" she asked you nodded "hey Steve" she said loud enough to get his attention he looked at her "what's BDSM" Nat asked him.

"Bible discussions and study meetings why Nat" he said causing you to laugh "there's a smile" Nat said smiling at you, you shove her gently silently telling her to shut up Steve just looked at you confused but walked away making you laugh again.

"Who told him that" you asked while laughing "that would be Stark" Nat said pointing at Tony "seems like him" you said shrugging "HEY" Tony shouted making you flinch.

"Tony don't shout" Nat said angrily to him Tony put his hands up in mock surrender "asshole" Nat muttered under her breath as she took you to her room you ended up falling asleep, but when you woke up you noticed Nat was gone you then heard a loud moans coming from one of the rooms.

You being you were curious and opened the door, what you saw your brain will never forgive for you saw Nat riding Steve face while Wanda sucked Steve off you were about to walk out and go poor bleach in your eyes when Nat saw you.

"Даже не думай уйти, дорогая. (Don't even think about leaving Darling)" Nat said while moaning you froze in your spot before Wanda pulled you over and shut the door with her powers "you want this Doll" Steve asked pulling his mouth away from Nat's pussy you nodded weakly as Wanda had already lifted your shirt and started sucking on your nipple.

"Jeez Wanda at least give her time to consent" Nat said pushing Steve's head back to her pussy you pulled away from Wanda and sat on Steve's stomach kissing Nat as she moaned close to climax.

"You close Nat" you asked as you started rubbing her clit she nodded weakly before she started to squirt over Steve's face you rubbed her clit really fast making her squirt more.

Steve had put his lips around Nat pussy swallowing everything "good girl" you praised Nat as she came down you then turned around and grabbed Wanda's hair putting it in a makeshift ponytail, you moved her head up and down on Steve's cock he groaned and moaned before he came deep down Wanda's throat.

Nat and Steve laid there as Wanda pushed you down before beginning to eat you out furiously you then flipped her round and started eating her out as well making you both moan you girls continued to 69 until you both came and collapsed next to Steve and Nat all of you falling into a dreamless sleep.

A/n: I based this one-shot off a meme

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takenbyheartstrings · 3 years

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ONE BED

summary: Its the one bed trope, but you and peter don't like each other and the avengers are determined to change that, so they set you and peter up for what could be success or what could be failure.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader.

warnings: angst (not really)???, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, and finally SMUT.

authors note: sorry if this is a little cringworthy, it's 12am and i am tired.

Natasha walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, heaving a large breath, letting out a sigh catching Tony, Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Bruce's attention.

"What was that for?" Steve questioned as he noticed Natasha's somewhat annoyed appearance.

She shrugs, "They hate each other, they hate each other and I wanna know why."

Bucky laughs, "Not this shit again."

"Yes this shit again, Y/n and Peter clearly like each other, but I don't know why they have it in for each other."

"Or maybe they just don't like each other, that's possible Nat." Bucky lets a little glare.

Tony's voice perks up, "Uhhhh, I don't know about that. They always catch second glances at each other, when the other's not looking. It's cute." Tony couldn't believe he was talking about two eighteen year olds, but you two clearly liked each other.

Bruce let out a hum, "How about, we force them into a situation where they can't escape each other. We have to go down to Washington in a few days for the new training facility, so it's the perfect cover anyway. Instead of bunking Peter with Sam and Bucky, maybe we can bunk him in with Y/n."

Natasha and Wanda nod, "That's not a totally bad idea," Wanda tries not to grin; she's seen the way the two of you pine over each other like lovesick puppies. It really was cute.

"So we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is against their will and they might hate each other more than before and you guys are willing to place on the fence based on a hunch." Bucky speaks rationally, "Besides, the kid scares easily, you'll just be taking away the fun from Sam and I."

Everyone in the room trades a glance and then looks back at him, "Yeah." They all spoke at once.

It was settled. This little side mission was happening.

You sighed as you made your way into the conference room, the mission in Washington was a big one for you - and for Peter. But you needed to be prepared for anything, but nothing could prepare you for the news you were about to hear.

"Alright, I've got our roommates for the trip ready." Tony stated as he started listing off names, you were confused as to why you weren't with Wanda like usual. "Okay and Y/N and Peter."

"WAIT WHAT?" You almost screamed standing up.

"I can't be that bad. Can I?" Peter's lip quirked into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes as they turned a shade of red at his annoyance, "Well you clearly can."

"Don't get all glitter eyes on me." Peter chuckles, as Bucky can't help but snicker, your head snaps toward him as he then backs off.

Steve puts a hand your arm and he beckons you to sit down. You do so trying to calm down.

"Hey look," Tony sighs, "Sorry kids, but that's just how it is. Two people per room and you guys just happened to be last pick."

Peter sighs, "Whatever, the sooner we get it over with the better." He rolls his eyes walking out of the room. You followed but before leaving, you used your powers to lift Tony's coffee cup and spill it on his lap.

"Real mature!" He calls after you.

"I'm eighteen, get over it!" You yelled back before going to your room and slamming the door behind you.

Everyone was right, you did have a crush on Peter. You really liked him. But you were also so jealous of him. You were jealous of his smarts, his looks. Practically everything about the boy.

So much so, that you fantasised about him. You touched yourself thinking about him - and so did he. You both liked each other, but it was so hard to admit it because you were both jealous of each other, for the same reasons. You honestly didn't know how you were going to get through the night with Peter in the same room as you. You didn't know if it was going to be a paradise or a nightmare.

The next night you got to the hotel, "All right guys, time to get settled in, we have a big day of training tomorrow. Go get rested, goodnight." He waves walking off with his key. Sam and Bucky take theirs, Bruce and Steve take theirs, Nat and Wanda take theirs and You and Peter are left standing there.

"Look I'm too tired to argue, so can we just... not?" You questioned Peter.

"That's fair," He gives an awkward smile, "Since you start them all," He mutters under his breath, quiet enough so that you don't hear it.

You both made it up to the room to be met with a sight, "Wow. One bed, like this could get any worse." You sighed.

"Really. Truely can't. I thought to myself 'Nothing's worse than having to share a room with you,' but now there's one bed and I'm not giving it up."

"Well neither am I, guess we'll share." You give a harsh glare. You set your duffle bag down next to the left side of the bed and grabbed your pyjamas and made your way to the bathroom, it was a pair of shorts and a tank top. You were so reluctant to wear a bra. But you were nervous considering that Peter was in the other room. You opted not to deciding it wasn't worth the pain.

You walked out of the bathroom and Peter met eyes with you, lingering over your body, he loved looking at every part of you, the way your nipples came through your shirt and how perfect your tits were. How perfect your thighs were. How beautiful you looked. He didn't say anything but the room was filled with a tense silence. Peter walked into the bathroom and changed, he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pants. Your eyes made contact with his biceps, his abs. You never realised how strong Peter actually was, you always fantasised about him like this but your fantasy was now a reality. You swore you could feel yourself getting a little wet, just thinking about what Peter could do to you.

You sighed getting into the covers at Peter did the same, the two of you were lying back to back with a large chunk of space between the two of you. You let out a little sigh, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you had announced.

"Alright," Peter said timidly, letting you know he was awake.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, splashing yourself with cold water. You knew you shouldn't feel this way. Not now. Why now? Why when he was here? You splashed yourself in the face one last time before opening the door and you met Peter's eyes.

"Peter I-," You started.

"I like you." Peter said nonchalantly.

"I-I like you too."

It was quick, but finally Peter's lips landed on yours and never left. You were actually the one to deepen the kiss. You felt Peters tongue slide into your mouth in one swift movement. His hands trailed up your shirt as you were pinned against a wall, he could feel your tits get hard as a chill went down your spine from the touch of his cold hands. Breaking the kiss for a moment - he lifted your shirt over your head as he started trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a heavy moan. Peter smirked against the kisses, as he trailed further down your body, licking and sucking on your nipples, his tongue making circles around them.

"Fuck, Peter." You groaned softly as the two of you then moved to the bed, you could see a bulge in Peter's pants. You slid them down as you were met with his dick, a smirk took place on your face as he sat back against the headboard.

You decided to have your way with Peter, kissing and sucking on his tip. Until you finally placed your whole mouth around it, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You took your mouth off of it before wrapping your hand around it and slapping it onto your tongue. You could hear Peter groan heavily, "Fuck, Y/n, just like that." His words came out as hot flashes as you moved your hand up and down his dick, rubbing it.

You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to feel Peter. You moved up to kiss him again, but before you could Peter looked at you, “Every time you made me angry I fantasised about the things I would do to you and now I finally get to do them," He smirked.

You couldn't say anything else, you just let the moment get a hold of you. You kissed him again and it was like you could feel the electricity sparking in the air between the two of you. His kisses were hungry and desperate and sweet. You were lucky to be in his arms tonight, you were lucky to be fucked by someone like him. Someone caring. Someone genuinely sweet. Even if you hadn't seen what that side of him was even like, you knew he was.

You felt your breath hitch against the air as Peter removed your shorts, and yet he could see the patch of wetness on your underwear. You swore you could hear him get hungry at the sight, Peter didn't say anything, but he removed the garment blocking him from all of you. You were naked in front of him and he was loving every minute of it. His tongue entered your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit, moving his tongue up and down your pussy. He was hungry for you and only you.

Peter finally looked up at you as you moaned softly, your back arching a little as he pleased you with his tongue, "Peter I want you, please." You said desperately.

"As you wish," Peter said huskily as he slid his dick into your wet hole and boy did that hit the spot. Sliding in and out of you, every single moan was like a godsend, like music to hears ears. You were shaking under him.

"Peter you can go rougher than that," You spoke through a strained moan and Peter could. Your bodies flowed together, the mattress moving underneath the two of you, slamming the headboard with every thrust. Each moan that came out of your mouth got higher and higher, letting Peter know you were almost at your edge. Peter continued to move in and out of you.

"Fuck Pete, I'm almost there," You whimpered softly, "Fuck!"

He smirked against you, pulling out his dick and replacing it with his mouth. His tongue moved in and out just like his whole body had and you finally reached your peak.

"FUCK PETE!" You moaned once more as your body finally relaxed.

You took a hold of Peter's dick and started rubbing it again, he moaned quietly, "Fuck, yeah, just like that, that's my girl." Peter murmured. You smirked before placing your mouth over his cock and moving your head up and down once more, wrapping your hand around it while you also moved your head.

"Fuck that's it, that's it." Peter groaned, "Fuck Y/n, I'm gonna cum." Peter said as you moved your head faster and faster, ready to take on his load and that's when you could finally feel it, the sticky, white liquid in your mouth as you let it dribble back onto his cock, before licking it off his tip and letting it fall again, tasting the excess that was left in your mouth.

You let yourself fall back next to Peter as you got back underneath the covers with him, your naked bodies lying together intertwined.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about doing that with you," You laughed quietly, "I always hated you because you're everything I'm not Peter, but I was too quick to judge. I was wrong, wrong about most of it, almost all of it."

"Me too, Y/n, me too. I always wanted to be like you, but I see now that we have our differences and that's okay, but now we can work on that. Together." Peter spoke.

"Does that mean," You smiled against his chest.

"Yeah, it does."

"Well in that case, I really liked it when you said I was your girl," You smiled up at him, "That was really hot."

The two of you ended up falling asleep, in each others arms, feeling nothing but happiness. The two of you knew now that there was no reason to hate each other. There was no reason you couldn't be with each other.

The next morning you slid on a training bra and tights, reading for the day of training Tony had told all of you to get rest for, "Well don't you look good." Peter said wrapping his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your lips.

"I could say the same for you," You said feeling the biceps that were exposed because of his muscle tee. You and Peter walked down to the lobby with his arm wrapped around you, the rest of the group looked at the two of you surprised.

"You two look cosy," Wanda smiled.

Bucky batted an eye for a moment surprised that the plan the group had set out actually worked, "Wow, yeah, you guys do, what happened?"

"Oh we just talked, and we just confessed our feelings and now we're together." Peter explained.

Natasha let a painful look shine through, "You sure you guys just talked, it's not like the walls are soundproof."

The two of you blushed, "I- we- you- heard- what?" You were flustered you didn't know what to say. Peter just stood there in shock.

The rest of the group laughed walking off, "C'mon guys, the facility is ready for us, might as well make the best of it," Tony chuckled walking off as the rest of you followed, Peter placing a kiss on your head as you did.

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widowsistersandfriends · 2 years

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Hi! Can you please write a story where the reader is a rescued widow who’s around ten or eleven years old and she’s like a little sister to Natasha and Yelena? Maybe Natasha, Yelena, Kate, and Wanda are all armed with tickle bites and they’re running around the compound trying to get each other. The reader runs away and hides in a closet or something to escape, but Natasha and Yelena find her anyway and tickle her. Thanks!

Hi anon! Thank you so much for this request, it is so cute!! I hope you enjoy!

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You had been back at the compound for about a week now. After Natasha and Yelena had taken down the Red Room and freed all the widows, they decided to take you in, as you didn’t have a family to go back to. However, the love and attention that you received from them and all the other Avengers was beginning to fill your empty heart.

At the time, you were only ten years old, and still a little shy and reserved around the others. The two widow sisters helped you in every way they could to help make you feel more comfortable. You were their official little sister.

At the moment, it was pure chaos in the compound. Tony had altered 5 pairs of widow bites for you, the two sisters, Kate, and Wanda, where the bites tickled instead of hurt. You had all started a war, chasing each other and hoping to land a bite on one another. You really wanted to join in, however, you felt like your aim and accuracy with the bites weren’t the best, so you were just watching for now.

Right now you were watching as Yelena zoomed after Kate, her number one target because she loved to torment her at any chance she got.

“YELENA STOP CHASING ME!” Kate screamed, turning her head every so often to see how far of a lead she had.

“NEVER!” Yelena cried, all while cackling like a maniac.

With that, the blonde saw an opening and shot the bite, as it landed perfectly on Kate’s side.

“GAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YELEHEHEHNA YOU JEHEHEHERK,” Kate cried out, as she crumpled to the floor in laughter.

“Consider this revenge for when you slapped me in the elevator!” Yelena cried evilly, as she held Kate’s arms away from her body, making it impossible for her to rip the bite off.

Meanwhile, Natasha was hiding around the corner, waiting for the opportunity to get Yelena. However, she saw you sitting off to the side, clearly wanting to join in.

“Hey Y/N, why aren’t you getting in on the action?” The redhead asked.

You began to fidget uncomfortably, not wanting to seem inexperienced in front of someone who had a lifetime of training.

“Well, um, I’m not really confident in my abilities to shoot the bites,” you said quietly.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t worry about that! It’s just for fun! They won’t hurt if you miss your target, and the only way to get better is to keep practicing!” Natasha said encouragingly.

“Um…okay, I guess I can try,” you said shyly.

“Here, let’s both try to get Yelena. I’ll tell you when to shoot and where to aim and then I’ll shoot after you, got it?” Natasha asked with a smile.

You nodded and joined her in the corner.

Meanwhile, Kate was still a mess of laughter on the floor, while Yelena had also begun to tickle the poor girl’s feet.

“YELEHEHENA GEHEHEHT OHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHE,” Kate shouted desperately. Yelena just continued tickling her with an evil grin on her face.

“Okay, you see that small opening right?” Natasha asked, helping you level your arm to aim properly.

“Now go! Shoot it!” Natasha whisper-shouted,” as you fired your bite.

You could both hear Kate’s laughter stop, as she was free and could rip the bite off. Her laughter was replaced by loud screaming and laughter from the blonde instead.

Your bite had landed on her ribs, while Natasha fired one that landed on her bare foot.

The two of you high-fived, as Yelena was overwhelmed with laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHEHEHEHRE DIHIHID THIHIHIHIS COHOHOME FROHOHOM,” Yelena screamed out, hoping someone would give her an answer.

You and Natasha stepped out of hiding, quickly pinning the blonde so she couldn’t use her hands to rip the bites off.

However, at this moment, Wanda flew in out of hiding, shooting a bite onto Natasha’s neck and armpits, causing her to squeal and let go of Yelena.

“WAHAHANDA YOU BIHIHITCH,” Natasha squealed out.

Wanda smirked cockily, but was soon turned into a puddle of giggles as your confidence grew, and you shot a bite at her hips.

“NOHOHOHO Y/N NOHOHOT FAHAHAIR,” Wanda laughed out, as you took this opportunity to get off of Yelena, and run away for now.

You knew you were in trouble, since you were the only one who hadn’t been tickled yet. You ran into the room that you shared with Natasha and Yelena, closing the door of the closet and going as deep as you could into the closet.

It was super dark, much to your displeasure, but you remained quiet, only hearing your nervous heartbeat. You could still hear the loud laughter ringing out, but it soon came to a stop.

You leaned closer to the edge of the door, listening carefully for any clues.

“Hey, where did Y/N go? Yelena asked.

“I bet she ran off to hide because she’s scared of being tickled,” Wanda commented, as you could hear the playfulness in her tone.

You felt your stomach drop, nervous now of what was to come.

“Oh boy, Y/N is in big trouble,” Natasha commented.

You decided to start shifting a few things in the closet to help hide you better. However, most of it was clothes, so it was hard to make a barricade. You even threw clothes on top of yourself to make it seem like you were a pile of clothes. A grin formed on your face, as you thought your plan was genius.

You waited for a bit, not hearing many noises or anything. You thought you were in the clear for now, as you let out a sigh of relief. However, you quickly held your breath as you heard the faintest sound of footsteps approaching.

“Oh Y/N~~, come out, come out wherever you are~~,” Natasha called out teasingly. You tried to stay as still as possible, now feeling very in danger.

“Wherever could Y/N be? She’s too scared to go around the compound by herself so she can’t be far right?” Yelena asked out loud.

With that, the closet door was yanked open, as you saw the flood of light pour in. However, you knew you were well hidden thanks to your genius plan, so you weren’t too worried.

The two girls smiled as they noticed two very noticeable giveaways that you were hiding there. One, the closet was a mess, which it never was to begin with, and two, you had forgotten to hide your feet, as they were sticking out from the pile of clothes on top of you.

“Oh, Y/N, when will you learn that you will never outsmart us,” Yelena tsked, as she began to lightly scratch a single finger up and down your sole.

A snort escaped you, as your foot wiggled madly from side to side.

Yelena kept lightly tickling you, waiting for you to burst into giggles. However, you were stubborn and just threw some of the clothes from on top of you at both of them.

“HEY!” They both cried, as you laughed at their reactions. Your laughter soon turned quiet, as your eyes widened at the smirks you could now see on their faces.

You felt yourself being dragged by your ankles out of the closet, as they threw you onto the bed gently.

The fear in your eyes grew, as Natasha lifted both of your arms above your head, and Yelena climbed onto your waist.

“So, Y/N, you thought you were so clever, didn’t you?” Yelena asked with a smirk.

“Well, yeah it took you guys forever to find me!” You retorted back, as you then burst into loud giggles when Yelena began to softly knead your hips.

“Nohohoho stohohohop,” you giggled out, bucking against her to try and throw her off. However, your strength for a ten year old was no match for the buff blonde.

“You think I didn’t know you were the one who shot me in the ribs with the bite?” Yelena asked teasingly, as she shook her fingers into your own ribs.

“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE,” you cried out desperately, trying to pull your arms down.

“You’re not going anywhere little Y/N~~,” Natasha said, smirking down at you.

“Oh, did I hit a bad spot?” Yelena questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

You were now laughing too much to respond, much to the girls’ amusement.

Natasha then pinned your hands under her knees and joined in by tickling your armpits.

“NOHOHOHOHO STHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT,” you screamed out, trying to kick your legs around.

Yelena then shook her hand into your stomach, causing you to belly laugh for the first time.

“ENOHOHOUGH ALREHEHEHADY PLEHEHEHEHASE,” you begged, unable to stand the torturous sensations.

The two of them gave you a small break, as they switched places. This time Yelena held your arms up, as Natasha sat on your legs.

“Just because you helped me get Yelena, doesn’t mean I won’t get you back for running away,” Natasha said with a wink.

Before you could protest, you felt all ten of her sharp nails stroking up and down lightly over your baby-sized feet.

“OHOHOHKAY ENOUGH IHIHI LEHEHEHEARNED MY LEHEHESSON,” you shrieked, as Yelena gave your ribs a squeeze every now and then.

“Did you learn your lesson? Did you really?” Natasha asked, just to drag out the amount of time she had to torment you.

“YEHEHEHS IHIHIHI DIHIHIHD.”

“Well then what did you learn?” Yelena asked, as you caught your breath.

“I…I learned…that…” You paused, not sure how to respond. On one hand you wanted them to stop, but you also wanted to say something snarky.

Before you could say anything, Natasha had moved up to your waist and began wiggling her nails all over your sides, causing you to jump and burst out with new laughter.

“The lesson was that Yelena and I will always tickle you to pieces!” Natasha shouted over your laughter.

“OHOHOHKAY LEHEHESSON LEHEHEARNED LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHO,” you screamed, as they finally let you go and stopped tickling you.

You lay there panting, as the two girls planted a kiss on each of your flushed cheeks.

“We love you so much, little Y/N,” Yelena said, looking at you adoringly.

“We’ll always be here to tickle you for sure,” Natasha commented with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, but moved over to snuggle between the two of them, knowing that they would do anything to protect their little sister. You soon fell asleep, as the two of them cooed about how precious you were. Little did you know that the two of them were scheming to playfully torment you again.

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captains-simp · 3 years

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hey! so i love wanda and i was wondering if you could write one kind of enemies to lovers or something like that where reader and wanda don't get along well, jealous scene or maybe a very suggestive fight. very angst but happy fluffy ending please

Enemies to lovers owns my whole gay heart and I CANNOT write it without there being sexual tension so xksksjsks smut alert

@g-cordelia hope it's okay to combine your request with this too so there's a healthy dose of angst and fluff with it

"Please don't go."

"Don't you fucking lie to me."

Warnings: choking, fingering, spanking, strap on sex, mentions of oral and hints at mild injury

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"Your actions jeopardised the whole mission." Steve said sternly before raising his voice when he saw he received no reaction from you or the redhead. "Whatever is going on between you has to stop!"

"You say that like it's ever been any different." Natasha added.

The pair that usually felt like the protective big brother and sister of the team where acing the role of disappointed parents. Admittedly that did make you feel bad, but Wanda showed no signs of giving an apology and you would be damned if you did first.

Natasha and Steve waited for any kind of response from either of you and got nothing. You and Wanda continued to glare at each other from opposite sides of the table, your stubnorness stopping either of you from looking at the two standing at the head of the table.

"Just write up your reports." Steve sighed, giving into the tension of the room before anyone else. If it had been just you, Wanda and Natasha there was no telling how long you'd be in there.

You both got up from the table at the same time, still refusing to break eye contact.

"Y/n stay behind a minute." Oh so they're switching it up to disappointed teachers now. Your attention fell to Steve in a look of confusion although that didn't mean you missed the smirk that played on the corner of Wanda's lips. You cursed her like a sailor in your head and hoped she heard but her back was to you and she was strolling out the room.

"I thought you guys were getting better." Steve sighed as he leant against the table.

"We were when we didn't have to talk to each other." You said honestly. There had been a few weeks prior where you and Wanda had had no missions together and therefore had no reason to talk or train with one another.

"You can't resort to avoiding each other as a way to solve your problems. All that does is make things escalate even more when you're actually together which will inevitably happen. Because believe it or not you two are on the same side and have to act like it." Natasha said sternly. You stared down at the table and thought about how how her words were. But it wasn't like you had that warning before.

When the pair infront of you knew you weren't going to say anything in response Steve filled the silence once again. "You're both suspended from missions until you can learn to work together." He decided.

"What?!" You cried as you snapped your head towards them and stood up. "You can't be serious."

"Deadly." Natasha said. You looked frantically between the two in disbelief.

"Alright." You said finally and clenched your jaw. You turned around and left the room without objection from the two Avengers, heading straight towards Wanda's room.

You never really knew why you and Wanda never got on. Maybe it was because she reminded you so much of the popular girls in high school you always envied while wanting them in your bed...no, it definetly couldn't be that. You just didn't know what.

It didn't take long to get there when you were walking like you were out for blood, that wouldn't be an unexpected result of what you planned. You banged on her door several times in a closed fist so it didn't take her long to answer.

She looked concerned when she opened the door and as soon as she realised it was you that same smirk from the meeting room fell back into place.

"Did they ground you?" She asked as she leant against the doorframe.

"Suspended." You spat. A shit eating grin started to appear but you wiped that off her face instantly. "Both of us."

"What the fuck? I didn't-"

"Yes you fucking did and now I'm paying for it too. You wanna know the best part? We can't go back in the field until we can work together nicely." You said bitterly.

"Why don't they just keep us on separate missions?"

"You can go ask them that later. Right now we're training." You said simply and you grabbed her forearm and pulled her out of her room down the corridor.

"We just got back." Wanda argued but followed you anyway after slapping your hand off her.

"Not prepared to put the work in, witchy?" You mocked, not looking at her as you marched through the compound.

"Don't call me that?" Wanda warned as she kept your pace.

"What are you gonna do? Read my mind?" You continued to taunt as you arrived in the gym and made your way to the mats.

Wanda put her red jacket on the floor and stepped away to take up her position as she eyed you. "I could snap all your bones into pieces so small they could be mistaken for ash." Wanda said stoicly.

"I don't think that's gonna get you another mission." You replied calmly, knowing that while there was a truth to Wanda's words she would never give you more than a split lip or bloody nose in the worst training sessions.

"Don't be a smartass y/n, it doesn't suit you." Your jaw clenched at her words.

Without warning, the entirety of your right arm lit up in flames and was aimed at Wanda in an instant.

You sent a wave of fire her way that she swiftly engulfed in her powers and sent back towards you. She looked less than impressed from your warningless attack.

"That was tacky." She said.

"I know, seemed fitting for you." You grinned but stopped when the red mist surrounded your body and lifted you into the air before a larger wave of fire was sent hurtling down to the redhead. The wall of fire blocked her view of you and subsequently dropped you to the ground as she dealt with the flames.

As soon as you landed and the fire parted you sent another blast Wanda's way only for her to do the exact same thing. You both ducked at the same time, your powers hitting opposite walls and leaving marks Tony would be on your asses about when he found out.

Wanda was clearly thinking the same thing. "We can't use our powers in an enclosed space, especially not yours." She said, her accent thickly woven into her voice.

"Okay then, let's see if Natasha's lessons have paid off." You said as you raised your fists and got into your defensive stance. Wanda mirrored you the way she had been taught and narrowed her eyes.

"They definelty have." She insisted as her eyes flickered over your form to try and identify your weak points already in a very obvious way.

"Just try to keep up." You mocked and swiftly moved to swipe her legs out from under her but she was surprisingly prepared. She jumped up to avoid your attack and kicked her leg out mid air and landed it on the center of your chest. You stumbled back in shock while Wanda looked very proud of herself. The last time you saw Wanda train it was clear she wasn't familiar with close range hand to hand combat. You hadn't expected her to improve so significantly in such a short amount of time.

You gritted your teeth and went for her stomach this time which she easily avoided but wasn't expecting another attack to follow so quickly. She blocked the continuous blows from you until you saw your moments and kicked one of her legs out from under her. Your mistake was thinking you succeeded the moment she was down because she spun around and kicked both of your legs out. You caught yourself partly as Wanda stood up so you were on kneeling.

Wanda's smirk was quick to take place when she saw your position, not missing the opportunity. "You look good when you're on your knees." She quipped.

Your eyes widened at her boldness and a heat rose up your neck that you knew wasn't your powers. You rolled back on the balls of your feet and swiftly stood up to look anywhere but the smug redhead infront of you.

"No snarky remark for that?" She challenged and you charged at her again. Anger feuled your attacks making them miscordinated and all round bad.

"Shut the fuck up, Maximoff." You huffed and made her grin even more at the clear signs that she was getting to you.

One of your punches was pushed to the side and Wanda took the chance to show you just how much she had learnt from Nat. You weren't entirely sure how she even did it it was so quick. Your arm was outstretched behind your back painfully due to Wanda's unrelenting grip on it and made it that much easier to push one of your legs down onto the floor. She held you like that for longer than necessary, soaking up the view of you struggling in her grasp.

"Get off." You snapped and winced when she pulled your arm back more.

"What's the magic word?" She teased.

"Now." You demanded. She tutted and pulled harder. "Maximoff!" You ordered through the pain. She leaned down beside you as her voice dropped to a low whisper.

"Beg." It was one word but you couldn't deny the effect it had on you. It was as though her light breath on your ear shot throughout your body and settled in a place you really didn't want it to.

You were about to object and tell her to stop being a bitch but her grip tightened and she pulled to a point where you thought your arm might just snap off under any more pressure.

"Please." You cried through gritted teeth. She instantly let go all too quickly and you collapsed onto the mat on your front. You heard her chuckle menacingly but cut herself off when Nat appeared in the doorway.

"We told you to write up your reports, not train." Natasha scolded as she watched you massage your shoulder and glare at Wanda.

"Sorry, just got a bit carried away." Wanda smiled, her innocent and sweet act that she put up for everyone except you returning. "Y/n's had enough now anyway." She smirked to herself.

"Fucking psycho." You muttered loud enough for her to hear but not Nat. Her jaw visibly clenched from that making you revel in the small victory as you finally got up from the mat.

"Just get on with the reports." Nat sighed and turned to leave as Wanda called out.

"On it."

"Aww, you trying to be a good girl, Maximoff?" You mocked as the pain subsided and your need to overrule what had happened came through.

"I don't have the time to stress over that, not when I'm busy putting brats in their place." Wanda said as she advanced towards you with a look you had only ever seen aimed at those you were fighting against.

"What?" You whispered as you backed up and felt your back hit the wall. Wanda's hand came up suddenly and wrapped itself around your throat firmly and cut off your breathing. Your eyes widened as you grabbed at her hands but she didn't budge. She looked amused at your efforts as her head tilted slightly to the side.

"And you certainly need to learn your place." She took her hand away and left you gasping for air for a split second before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the gym.

You stumbled a little as you tried to keep up with Wanda's long strides you could usually match. Your whole body was already trembling in anticipation, more so by the tension filled silence between you both as you travelled through the compound and ended up outside the redhead's room.

She opened her door and shoved you into her room swiftly. You didn't have much chance to take in your surroundings because the Sokovian gripped the back of your neck and forced you to lay on your stomach on her bed.

She made quick work of your clothes, discarding them to some soon forgotten about corner.

You turned your head to the side and gripped the sheets as you felt Wanda's slim fingers trialing up the back of your thighs before she gripped them roughly and forced them apart and lifted your lower half up. Her fingers returned and glided along your drippikg folds, collecting your arousal as she reveled in the effect she had on you.

"What was it that made you this wet, slut? Was it being on your knees for me? Begging me? Or did you enjoy the pain? I bet you enjoyed me choking you too." She chuckled darkly and didn't wait for you to respond.

She slipped two fingers inside your soaking cunt without warning making you gasp out in pleasure. Her fingers curled inside you beautifully, brushing some kind of nerve ending every second they were buried inside you. She had you a moaning, quivering mess in no time.

"Wanda...fuck! Right there, oh God!" She snickered against your skin as she worked her fingers expertly. Even then she wanted to test you. Well it was more that she was setting you up for failure.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear another sound from that whiny mouth." She ordered and you couldn't help but shiver from her dominant nature.

Of course it didn't last long. Her fingers felt so damn perfect inside you and you couldn't help but moan at the unspeakable pleasure.

She brought her hand down fast and landed it on your ass with a harsh smack that echoed through the room. She did it to both of your asscheeks until they were bright red and you were trembling. The sadistic redhead didn't stop there, she continued to rain down smacks that edged you further to your edge with the pleasurable pain.

Soon, you were moaning into the air as you came around Wanda's slim fingers, desperatly clenching around them in an attempt to prolong the pleasure. Thankfully, she kept pumping her fingers inside you, not caring when the overstimulation kicked in. She even started scissoring her fingers inside you, stretching your walls in a way that has you whimper loudly.

"Gotta stretch you a little to get you ready for my piece, sweetheart." She said in a sinister tone. "There's no way you'd be able to take it otherwise, it's already going to reck you with its size." She husked into your ear and withdrew her fingers, spanking you again when you whined.

Wanda got off the bed and disappeared into her closet, shortly returning with a large strap secured around her waist and pointed at you. You whimpered at the sight of it, not sure you could handle its size.

The Sokovian kneeled behind you and gripped your hips with both her hands as she lined up the strap with your entrance.

"I'm going to fill you up so nicely, Princess. Gonna have your cumming in no time." She husked, her voice dripping with lust.

A scream was ripped from your throat when Wanda thrust the entirety of the strap into your pussy. She set about her harsh, abusing pace instantly and preened at the sound of the pleasure filled cries that left you.

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed your head down into the pillows on your side do she could still hear all of your desperate moans. The rough action earned the redhead a cry of her name.

Her pace was unrelenting, everytime she thrust back into you she somehow managed to hit deeper, pounding the toy against the most sensitive and pleasurable part of your cunt.

"Mommy!" You moaned loudly, not realising your slip up until the words left your lips. Your eyes widened and you feared Wanda's response, but what you got was a smack from the redhead that stung your ass in the best way. Her fucked you with increasing vigor too, wanting you title to spill from your lips again. And it did. Over and over, each time going straight to Wanda's pussy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You whimpered as you gripped onto the sheets tighter to prepare yourself for your release. But Wanda pulled the strap out the the very tip and held it there as she leant over to whisper in your ear.

"Beg me." She ordered and you whimpered again. It wasn't like you hadn't already submitted to the red head you hated but begging would be something that would loom over you for a while.

Your thoughts clashed with the overwhelming need from your pussy as it desleratly tried to clamp down on the tip that didn't provide nearly enough pleasure.

"Please, Wanda." You whispered.

"Please who?" She asked sweetly, clearly testing you making you groan.

"Please, mommy just let me cum." You whined and Wanda smacked your ass hard. She edged the dildo in further ever so slowly and stopped again.

"Mommy, please! I need to cum." You tried again, desperation seeping into your voice. Wanda hummed.

"I can see that." She mused as she rubbed small circles on your throbbing and soaked clit. "I just don't see why I should, brat." She punctuated the name with a harsh slap to your ass again and you caught onto what she was hinting at.

"Please, I'll...I'll be so good for you, mommy."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Yes! Please mommy I'll be so so good for you. Just please please let me c-" You were abruptly cut off by your own whorish moan as Wanda snapped her hips forwards and filled you up entirely.

One of her hands tangled itself in your hair and forced your head down into the pillows, not stopping your incoherent babbles filling the room along with the sound of your pussy being fucked by Wanda and her thighs slapping against yours.

The Sokovian tugged on your hair again so your head was off the pillow.

"I'm gonna cum!" You cried out into the air.

"That's it, baby. Soak my fucking cock." And with that demand you came harder than you ever had around Wanda's strap and moaned continuously as the redhead prolonged your pleasure by continuing to pound into you.

But it soon became too much for your sensitive pussy. You squirmed away from Wanda but she placed one hand on the middle of your back to keep you flat against the bed.

"Too much." You managed to say, however the redhead didn't seem to care.

"I'm nowhere near done with you, Princess."

Laying panting and gripping onto Wanda's bedsheets like a lifeline wasn't exactly what you expected to be doing on a Thursday night. You were drenched in sweat and although Wanda had pulled out the toy minutes prior, you were sure you could still feel it filling you up, the faint throbbing a forewarning of what was to come.

It took you a while to gather the strength to get up. With anyone else you probably would have just stayed the night in their bed, but you weren't sure you could do that with Wanda. Although she wouldn't kick you out, you didn't like the thought of sleeping beside the redhead. It seemed far too...soft? Whatever it was, you were sure Wanda would agree.

You searched for your clothes while she took a most likely deliberately long shower, images of her naked figure covered in water invading your mind.

Once you cursed them away they were just replaced with flashes of what you had been doing for all those hours, remembering how she pulled on your hair as she praised you when you went down on her. Of course you did that while on your knees.

What happened between you and Wanda wasn't a one time thing. In fact it became increasingly common until you were in each other's beds almost every night. You would have been fuck buddies if you had considered each other a friend.

It worked. You and Wanda were able to work out your pent up frustration towards each other in a way that didn't hurt one another....well, if that didn't include the scratches along Wanda's back and the constant aching between your legs.

You didn't even make snide comments about each other in meetings or during training. You were able to keep everything in the bedroom.

The success of what you two had going forced you to ignore the noteable change in feelings you had towards Wanda. You saw her differently but couldn't quite tell how. Sometimes it was as though the unplaceable emotion you had towards her from from start spiked and other times you were purely confused.

It was always most prominent after she made you crash over the edge of bliss or when she came undone beneath you. Those moments when your bodies went limp and you were caught up in each other's embrace because you didn't have the energy to move. Hearing her exhausted breathing match her rising and falling chest and faint heartbeat if you had your head on her chest. Those tender moments were the ones that caught you off guard.

You refused to make a big deal out of it though. You refused to investigate your feelings or even acknowledge them. What you had with Wanda was the most efficient thing you could do. You didn't want to muck it up but you knew it couldn't go on forever. Another labelless feeling emerged at that thought.

Natasha was the only one who knew what you were doing. Neither of you told her, the spy was able to figure it all out on her own quickly and confronted you both about it once, only saying to be careful. That was the only time she addressed it verbally but you could always feel her watching you both carefully when you trained.

You thought it was going great. You and Wanda had finally been cleared for a mission that you would both be on, the team certainly needed the man power. That was until Nat told you otherwise.

"What do you mean I'm not going?!" You exclaimed across the room. You had seen Nat in the meeting room looking up something on her tablet and had gone in to enquire something about the mission that was long forgotten.

"I've thought about it and you and Wanda still aren't deemed the most reliable when put together for a mission, with this one being as important as it is we can't afford to make mistakes." Natasha sighed.

"So why don't you take Wanda off the mission? I have more experience."

"Her powers are perfectly fitted to this mission, we need her."

"And not me." You knew you came across as petty, but you had been dying to go back into the field.

"Y/n." Nat tried but you scoffed and glared at the screens with those assigned to the mission. Your eyes found Wanda's picture first and your jaw clenched at the sight of her ridiculously attractive face.

"What did she say to you?" You demanded as something clicked in your brain.

"She didn't say anything, this is my judgement." Natasha began but you didn't buy it.

"We both know if it was you you would have told me as soon as you decided it. You had no issue with me and Wanda being on this mission before. Hell, you cleared us both for the field." Nat glanced down at her tablet guiltily as she searched her brain for another hopeless lie.

"This is unbelievable." You scoffed and turned sharply on your heels to storm out of the room, ignoring your name being called by Nat.

You soon found Wanda in the kitchen making herself a coffee as she hummed softly. You willed your brain to ignore the warmth you got from seeing the redhead in her own, peaceful world.

"Do you have a problem with me?" You demanded, snapping her out of her trance. She visibly figited when she saw you approach her and lean on the edge of the kitchen island on you hands with an expectant look.

"No?" She said, seeming unsure.

"Don't you fucking lie to me." She seemed startled by your increasing aggression.

"What are you talking about?" She asked as she stirred her drink.

"Don't play dumb with me, Maximoff. You got me off the mission!" Wanda stopped her movements as she froze, clearly caught off guard by your discovery. Given how Nat had acted you guessed you weren't meant to find out it was Wanda who said something.

"It's for the best." She finally said but avoided your eye.

"It is not your place to decide what's best for me, you don't get to do that." You argued.

"There should only be a few people on the mission." She tried.

"I know that, I've seen the intel. But we already discussed that those people should be powered. Why am I being taken off?" You demanded again.

"It's dangerous." She muttered as she stared down at her drink.

"It's my fucking job. You think I don't know that."

"Of course you do, but there's a bigger risk than the usual missions we've been on. A bigger risk of you getting hurt." She muttered the last bit, like she wasn't entirely sure she wanted you to hear her. Granted, Wanda showing concern for your safety was new.

"Any one of us could get hurt." You said, lowering your voice marginally.

"But it's you I'm worried about." She insisted. It was your turn to become uncomfortable, shifting slightly under her gaze that held something new.

"I can take care of myself." You said as you crossed your arms, feeling a sudden defensive need to protect yourself.

"I know... but I care about you." You exhaled slowly, becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the tone of her voice. "If something happened to you..." She continued, "I don't know what I would do." Her voice was barely above a whisper, the softness laced in it undeniable. It sparked something in you. Something you didn't want to accept.

"Good luck on your mission, Maximoff." You said through gritted teeth and went to leave but Wanda was behind you instantly and took ahold of your hand to pull you back.

"Wait, I wasn't done-"

"Well I am." You snapped and yanked your hand out of her grip.

"What..?" She said slowly.

"If you don't want to work with me then we won't, no need to keep fucking anymore." You huffed and went to walk away.

"That wasn't what I-"

"Stop!" It wasn't a cry of anger. It was pure desperation. Your pleading look took Wanda by surprise and pained her to see. "Just stop before you say something you can't unsay." You said shakily. Your unspoken message was received. You didn't want to hear about Wanda's feelings towards you. She just didn't know it was because you were afraid that it would uncover what you had been feeling all along. You couldn't handle it. You were scared.

Wanda nodded, defeated, and let you go. You were filled with grief as you walked away, your footsteps feeling heavier than usual. You wanted to look back, to go back to her. But you couldn't.

You distracted yourself with a particularly ruthless training session the day of Wanda's mission. Carol showed you no mercy in sparring, weight lifting and boxing - even encouraging power use every now and then. But your mind still wandered to the redhead the way it usually did.

When you finally collapsed on the mat in defeat Carol chuckled and tossed you your waterbottle before encouraging an ice bath and strolling out of the gym for her evening flight.

You stayed on the floor for a while after you finished your water, only stopping staring up at the ceiling when Nat's outline blocked the lights. You sat up and looked at her hopefully, seeing that she was back from monitoring the mission and didn't seem distraught or upset.

"How did it go?" You asked as she sat down across from you.

"It was a success." She said but she didn't seem all that happy.

"And everyone's okay?" You asked cautiously. Nat gave a half shug and sighed lightly.

"There was ice - a lot if it and it was so cold. Dangerously cold." Nat started. You tried not to clench your jaw or show any signs of annoyance, knowing there was no need to point out that mission was fitted for you and your powers that would have guaranteed everyone's safety.

"Wanda got a little cut up, it was impossible to fight on that ground." You eyed the door and bit your lip, refraining from giving in to the urge to go see her.

"She doesn't want to talk to anyone right now, but she needs seeing to the cut." Nat said as she placed a first aid kit down infront of you. She was back already? And why did you have the kit?

"She won't see anyone either." Nat said before you could verbally question her. It took a moment for you to understand what she was saying.

"I don't think she wants to see me, Nat." You said as you pushed it back her way only for her to toss it into your lap.

"Goddmit, y/n. Can you two stop dancing around each other and actually talk?!" She exclaimed.

"We tried that-"

"Talking, y/n, not shouting or arguing. Talking." She said firmly and got up before you could protest further.

You pondered over what Natasha said for a while. You knew she had a good point, that talking was exactly what you should have done from the start, but it was just another thing that frightened you.

"Your job is facing your fears." You muttered aloud to yourself.

You finally got up from the ground, first aid kit in hand, and trudged along the compound towards Wanda's room. You tried to figure out what you could say on the way. But it all came out a jumbled mess that made no sense. Multiple times you stopped in the hallways and considered turning back before convincing yourself to keep going.

You knocked softly on Wanda's door and was surprised that it opened for you. The redhead in question was sat on her bed with a pillow in her lap, fiddling with her hands the way she always did when she was anxious or deep in thought. That evening it was both.

She glanced up at you as you closed the door but turned back to her pillow quickly when you gave her a short smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

Regardless, you cautiously walked towards her bed and sat down next to her with the small box between you. You brought one of your legs up under you so you could face Wanda and eyed the cut above her eyebrow in concern. She still didn't say anything, neither did you.

You opened up the small box and got out a pack of wound closure strips and carefully unwrapped one. Wanda didn't object to you gently holding the area around her cut as you placed the strip on and lightly smoothed over the edges until you were sure it would stay on.

"I let my emotions cloud my judgement." She mumbled as you prepped another strip.

"It happens to all of us." You said.

"But I didn't listen to you. I should have." You sighed and stopped unwrapping the strip to look up at the redhead and watch her closely. She looked back at you with a guilty and pained expression that was full of regret.

"Yeah." You nodded slowly as you went back to the medical tape and raised your hands to put it on but the Sokovian held your wrist to stop you. "What's done is done, so just let me put these on and we're good." You said but she still didn't let go.

"Just like that?" She questioned.

"The mission was a success. If I'd had been there you wouldn't have gotten hurt, that's all."

"You were really mad though." She continued and you put your hands down to rest them, not failing to notice that Wanda was still holding your wrist but with a much lighter grip.

"It's hard to stay mad at you." You admitted.

"You've always been mad at me."

"Well it wasn't exactly like you were the friendliest person to me." You pointed out. "I was never mad at you, Wanda. I just hated that... that you made me feel something I've never trusted, so I didn't trust you. It was never your fault, I was unfair." You admitted as you stared down at the tape the whole time, afraid to meet the redhead's eyes.

"What did you feel?" Wanda asked, her voice void of emotion making it more difficult for you to say. You gulped as you continued to stare at the tape, willing yourself to give Wanda the answer she needed. The answer she deserved.

"Love." You voice shook. "I loved... love you." You were shaking more as you finally looked up at Wanda. Her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted like there was a million thoughts trying to be heard but without the ability to.

She didn't say anything for a while. A long while. She stared at you in disbelief then at her pillow as though it would give her all the answers.

Tears rushed to your eyes that you tried to blink away as your head swam with curses to yourself for admitting your feelings. You had opened up and been vulnerable to Wanda, and the result was the exact reason you had sworn to never do it again.

Once you were sure she wasn't going to say anything to you, you took it as your cue to leave. To leave so Wanda could prepare her rejection speech for you. However, as soon as you put your hand to the door she spoke out.

"Please don't go."

You turned around slowly and met her light brown eyes you had always found impossible not to get lost in when you had your fingers or tongue inside her. You timidly went back to the bed and paused before sitting down next to her, facing the wall instead of her this time.

"I thought it was one sided." She started and you felt yourself begin to shake with nerves again. "I thought you didn't love me back." You looked to Wanda quickly and searched her features for any signs of a lie, any signs that she was setting you up to push you down but she was gazing back at you longingly with tears glistening in her eyes.

"When you confronted me about the mission, I was going to say it then, you knew that." You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, remembering the fear you felt in that moment.

"I wasn't ready, I thought I wouldn't ever be but," You took a deep breath "I want to try, for you." You took ahold of Wanda's hand to reiterate your point. "I care about you too Wanda, so much. More than I could ever express or even handle and I didn't know what to do about it. I mean we've tried a fair few things now," You both laughed a little, "but it I don't think any of them are going to work as well as accepting it and...and I don't know." You looked to her for guidance because fuck did you need it. You needed Wanda to guide you down whatever path you chose to take, as long as she was there with you.

"Maybe we could start with something small." She suggested with a small smile that made her eyes shine.

"Like a coffee date?" You tried.

"Exactly like that." She confirmed, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Then I'll pick you up around 2." You said cheesily making Wanda laugh. "But first, I have to finish tending to this cut." You declared as you turned around to face her entirely and crossed your legs under you, pausing for a moment to give Wanda a short and sweet kiss.

#wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff fluff #enemies to lovers

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lemonsandstrawberries · 2 years

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Second Step

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: Steve continues to enjoy his latest discovery of Tony being ticklish (and so does Tony), and then Tony comes up with a scheme.

length: 1 374 words

a/n: a second part to this fic, but can be read as a stand alone fic too. cheerful and domestic Stony! feedback, reblogs and likes are welcomed and needed!

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Second Step (part one, part two, part three)

"Tony, move your legs."

"Nah."

"Come on, I want to sit here."

"Sit elsewhere."

"Okay, fine."

"Wha - wait! Hahaha!"

Tony squirmed and kicked when fingers ran over his soles in quick, chaotic patterns. He bent his legs and pulled them closer to himself to guard from wandering fingers.

"Hah. And now I have a place to sit," Steve said in a pleased tone, sitting down on the couch and taking the place where Tony's feet had been resting.

"Hmp." And just to make a statement, Tony dumped his feet down, back into Steve's lap. He didn't see Steve's smirk but could definitely feel it and eagerly waited for what would happen.

The quick tickling over his feet wasn't a surprise, but Tony still laughed loudly and quickly turned around from his lying down position on the couch, facing his boyfriend.

"Come on, that's not fair," Tony complained, bringing a pout on his face, but smiling deep down. That was exactly what he had counted on and getting it was so rewarding.

"Hm?" Steve smiled, seemingly oblivious to what just happened. It was just a little teasing of his ticklish boyfriend, something Steve discovered not so long ago and took great pleasure in. Each time it happened, Tony acted indignantly but always came back for more. Steve didn't go too deep into it, just finding it cute, even if for Tony, the gesture and meaning behind and the bonds it formed were much more complex. Patting the space on the couch next to him, Steve encouraged Tony to come closer, which he did, very cautiously as if expecting another attack. It didn't happen, and Tony cuddled into his boyfriend's side, Steve's arm wrapping around him. That was nice too.

"Popcorn?" Steve offered Tony a bowl with freshly popped seeds, generously salted and drizzled with warm butter. A perfect snack for a movie night. Tony took a handful and asked JARVIS to start the movie, the familiar theme of Harry Potter starting.

Halfway through the movie, when it was cozy and warm from being cuddled into Steve's side, Tony reached his hand into the bowl, just to scrape the bottom.

"Huh," Tony took his hand out and eyed his butter-covered fingers, sparkling with salt. "We need more popcorn," he said, popping a finger into his mouth and enjoying the fatty, savory flavor.

"I made the first batch, now you make one," Steve bargained with a grin.

"Pfff. Do you even know me? I should not be allowed into the kitchen. Am I right, JARVIS?"

"That's correct. Sir is not very capable in the kitchen."

"Told you," Tony grinned, happy with JARVIS taking his side on this one.

"But you are capable of reaching to the cabinet and taking out a bag of chips, right? Or..." Steve faltered, eyeing Tony's whole length, which seemed a lot smaller when he curled his feet under himself.

"Hey!" Tony yelped in offense, putting his feet down on the floor, "I can reach to my cabinets, okay?" he said in a challenging tone. Maybe not the top shelf without additional help in a form of a stool, but he was perfectly tall enough to reach the bottom ones, where all chips, pretzels, and other salty snacks were stored. What was kept on the top shelves, he had no idea, probably some old mugs or things he didn't use anyway.

"Okay, okay," Steve laughed, finding the indignant attitude funny. "Then go get us chips," he patted Tony's hip, encouraging him to move.

Oooh, this would be such a good opportunity to be a brat and get some more of that lovely attention... Just say no, cuddle back into Steve and wait for it to happen.

Tony didn't want to push his luck and make Steve suspicious.

"Okaaaay..." Tony drawled the word and stood up, heading into the kitchen. He didn't go far when out of sudden fingers dotted along his sides and up to his armpits, making him jump. "Aaah! Hahhaha, no!" Tony shook himself away and darted, hearing Steve going after him. "Steve, don't!" he yelled, some cheerful panic taking over him. Steve just laughed, on pursuit.

"It's fun having a boyfriend, right?!" he even yelled, just to mock his escaping boyfriend.

Yes, very fun, and Tony was very grateful that Steve couldn't see the dopey smile on his face.

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The next morning, Tony stretched lazily in the bed, still giddy and happy from yesterday's affection. The smell of pancakes told him that Steve was already in the kitchen, busying over breakfast for them. Maybe he could stay in the bed a bit longer, fake being asleep, and have Steve, hopefully, tickle him out of the bed. That would be pretty great, but Tony felt that he shouldn't be too greedy, to not let Steve too early on that piece of knowledge. But maybe, maybe he could do something else instead...

Quietly, Tony walked into the kitchen, his bare feet not making a lot of sound. What he saw, made his heart do a little flippity-flip motion and get flooded with love, but then his mind got control back and sent a signal downwards, some hot feeling stirring inside him. Steve was standing in front of the counter and back to Tony, a very bare back, clad only in light blue pajama pants. Vigorously, Steve was whisking the pancake batter, the metal hitting the sides of the bowl and he was so focused on his task, he didn't notice Tony behind him. And oh, boy, it was a lucky morning for Tony. He didn't know anyone who could look so effortlessly hot, with all muscles perfectly defined, biceps flexed, and yet so sweet and domestic. Tony felt really lucky.

And he needed a lot of luck with what he intended to do.

Step by step, Tony came closer, hands reaching forward, inching closer to Steve's side. Just a quick pinch to see the reaction. If it would work, wonderful. If not, Tony could always say he just wanted to cuddle. Well, if it would work, he could say he wanted to cuddle anyway, because, yeah, he wanted to cuddle. But he also wanted to test if Steve was ticklish.

Closer, closer...

And for some reason, Tony chickened out, not that good kind of cheerful panic running over him. Maybe he needed more time to get the courage to be the delivering part. But he was so close anyway, so he lowered his hands and put them over Steve's hips -

"GAH!" Steve yelped, almost splattering the batter and jumping forward, smashing his hips into the cabinet. Tony immediately drew his hands away and took a step back, eyes widening at what just happened. When Steve turned around, his eyes were equally wide.

Oh. Oooooh.

Slowly, Tony started to smile, one corner of his mouth going higher than the other.

"Oh, really?" Tony said in a husked-out voice, crossing his arms and looking intently at his boyfriend. Hah, ticklish hips. That was a new one.

Steve put the bowl down, not breaking eye contact with the other man. "You don't want to start this fight with me, Tony," he warned, his eyes equally challenging and focused.

Tony started to calculate his chances. Steve was wearing basically nothing, torso exposed, while Tony was in a tank top and drawstrings pants. Definitely better protected. On the other hand, the lack of clothing on Steve pointed to a serious disadvantage for Tony, which was a lot of hard muscles, strong arms, easy to hold him and do what he pleases.

Just, what good were all those muscles when they were under a bare, ticklish skin?

"Maybe I do want to start this fight," Tony said, and just as he finished, Steve leaped, Tony screeching in panic, not expecting this to go down so quickly. "Changed my mind, changed my mind!" he tried to backtrack, but it was too late, and he was already in a tight hold, fingers wriggling into his sides, ribs, belly, everywhere, as if to prove a point. Seemed that clothes were no protection and he felt every teasing touch as if he wasn't wearing anything. "Noooo! Hahahahaha!"

And Steve just smiled, enjoying the show.

The second step was made.

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<---- First Step / Second Step / Third Step --->

ps. If you didn’t notice, I freaking love freshly popped popcorn. begone with that already popped sold in bags dry stuff!

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #superhusbands #tony stark is ticklish #steve rogers is ticklish #domestic fluff #fluff #domestic #fanfiction #fanfic #tickle fic

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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the witch and the spider chapter 7- spaghetti and forts

tasm!peter x reader

tasm/nwh!peter x reader

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

After you and your Uncle, Doctor Strange, closed the portal on the statue of liberty life went back to almost normal. Besides the fact that the two other worldly Peter's were trapped in your universe.

*this is probably the farthest thing from anything canon

*Tony Stark, Black Widow, young Steve Rogers, Vision, Loki are all alive

*Timeline is completely off for some facts

next chapter linked at the bottom

word count: 2.5k

warnings: sexual themes (no smut you perverts)

a/n hi this chapter made me absolutely melt. i hope you enjoy!

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read time: 9 mins 12 seconds

gif credit @buckypascal

Dr. Strange was so angry with himself. How could he have been so careless? So stupid? Letting this all happen. He was supposed to take care of you, make sure you were safe. He had failed at his only mission, and now the world is at stake because of it.

He was heading on over to Stark towers to discuss with Tony the possibilities of what was going to happen. He was walking on the street and noticed a coffee shop. There was a window booth with two people sitting in it. The girl caught his attention, she looked so familiar. He got closer and realized it was his niece. Confused, he kept walking and recognized the man sitting on the other side of her. Peter 3. They were holding hands across the table and laughing.

"Oh no, no!" he yelled, catching your attention. You watched him storm into the coffee shop, already mentally preparing yourself for a big scene.

"And what might this be?" he yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the coffee shop. Peter kept looking between him and you. "I-It's not what it looks like, Uncle please. Your making a scene." you said, begging him to stop. "Whatever this is-" he said, using his pointer finger to refer to both of you "Needs to stop."

"With all due respect Mr. Strange-" Peter began to say

"Peter, stop." you whispered to him.

"No, no. I'd like to hear what the boy was going to say. Or should I say, man." your Uncle yelled, crossing his arms.

You gave Peter a look, but he ignored you. "Y/N and I are adults, we should be able to do whatever we want."

You rolled your eyes and sighed, preparing for the storm of your Uncle to rain on Peter.

"Adults? Really? She's barely 20, first of all."

"Okay, that's enough." you yelled. "I'm 21 next month, if you'd actually remember my birthday for once," you snipped. "Opening old wound's isn't going to get you out of this Y/N!" your Uncle snapped back.

You got up from the table. "Peter, let's go."

You grabbed his hand and you two walked out of the coffee shop.

"This isn't over!" he yelled with employee's approaching him. "Sir, you need to calm down."

"He's like super over protective." you sighed, laying on your couch. Peter 3 was sitting next to you, your head was on his leg. He played with the strands of your hair mindlessly while trying to pay attention to the TV. "Well, I can see that." he chuckled, twisting the ends of your hair in his fingertips.

"He needs to let it go. I'm not the 12 year old witch he was training anymore," "Yes, but maybe he's upset." Peter tried to suggest. "Well he's obviously upset," you said, looking up into Peter's eyes. "I just don't know anymore."

There was a knock at the door. You leaped out of Peter's lap and opened it. "Hey," Tony said, his voice trailing off after seeing Peter sitting on your couch. Peter smiled and waved at him. "Anyways," Tony said. "We have a plan- sort of."

You and Peter 3 followed Tony to the conference room. Your Uncle was waiting at a table, tapping his foot on the floor.

"Y/N. Peter." he said, trying to avoid eye contact with you. Typical.

"We think we have a solution,"

Your heart started to beat faster, you felt the pit in your stomach drop. Peter saw the panic behind your masked emotionless face, and squeezed your hand.

"Barely a solution- it's the closest thing I could find." your Uncle sighed. Tony pulled up a copy of the old text.

If the occurrence of a person of two, three, or four appear in an unwanted way elsewhere from their origin world, they shall be sent back by one. One individual shall be sent back to the world as of the others, one shall stay. The earths see this as an equivalent and will accept this as a sacrifice.

"Basically we send back a Peter and keep a Peter." Tony explained.

"This could work," Peter 3 commented. "No, this couldn't." Dr. Strange huffed. "Peter 2 has a life. He needs to go back, he's needed in his world. I, I could stay." Peter 3 exclaimed. "You both need to go home. But on the other hand, this is the most accurate spell we can get." Dr. Strange said with snark.

"Y/N what do you think about this?" Tony asked. "Well, I'm not sure."

Peter turned to you with a look of concern on his face. You could tell he was hurt. "Not sure?"

He stormed out of the room. You jolted when the door slammed behind him.

"That went well," Tony said sarcastically. "This is all your fault Tony- just do it. Send Peter 2 home I don't care anymore." you yelled, following Peter out of the door.

You saw him down the hallway and ran to catch up with him.

"Peter," you said, trying to keep pace with him. He was much taller you and took longer strides. "Please, slow down. I want to talk."

"Talk about what? I knew I was coming on too strong," he said, holding back tears. "No Peter, stop." you said, stopping him in the hallway. You put my hand on his cheek, wiping a tear that had escaped on to his cheek. You raised yourself a bit to meet his lips, and kissed him. "You are perfect." you said in awe. Peter's face got so red, his ears began turning red. "Don't ever think otherwise."

In response, Peter grabbed your waist and started kissing you passionately. You were shocked at first but then melted into his arms. He pushed the door to your apartment open and pulled you inside. He shut the door in one swift move and picked you up by the waist.

"Peter," you breathed while he held you, trying to find a place for you two to sit. "The couch-"

You straddled his waist as he sat down on the couch. The momentum sent the couch back a few inches. Your hands made your way through his soft brown hair, slightly tugging on them. Peter let out a small moan in response. He put his arms around your waist, holding you close to his body. He then threw his hands in your hair, accidently getting them caught in your long locks.

"Mhm, I'm sorry, uh," Peter said through breaths, eventually breaking away from the passionate kiss to try to un tangle your hair from his fingers. You smiled at the poor boy. He unintentionally ruined the mood. You rocked back in his lap, eagerly trying to ignore the feeling of a bulge against your thigh.

"Your so hot," he said, staring at you in awe. "I think my view is a lot better than yours," you chuckled, placing your arms around his shoulders. "I would seriously doubt that. You are so gorgeous Y/N." he said, planting kisses all over your face. You giggled, and scooted off of his lap and on to the couch next to him.

"I'm sorry about before. If you want to stay, I'm with you on the decision." you said, placing your head on his shoulder. "See Y/N- I want you to want me to stay." he sighed. "Peter," you breathed out. "Of course I want you to stay. I've wanted you to stay since the first time I laid eyes on you." you smiled.

"Really?" he asked. "I remember you were freaking out, some sort of anxiety attack." Peter said, reminiscing on you a few weeks ago. "Oh I bet I looked gorgeous then," you scoffed sarcastically. "But you did-" Peter said. "That's sweet you think that, but I was probably sobbing, hyperventilation, all of the shit that comes with anxiety attacks," you laughed. "I don't care. You're always gorgeous to me."

"You really know how to talk to girls," you smiled, kissing him on the cheek. "I really don't think so, but thank you." he blushed. "I only ever had Gwen. I never really had anyone else after her besides you," "That's surprising." you said, placing your head back on his shoulder. Peter grabbed your hand. "How?" he asked. "I don't know, your the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Your personality is stellar, your all I could ever wish for,"

You could feel the heat rising to Peter's cheeks. "I guess I've just been waiting for the right person. And I found her," He brought your hand up to his lips and gave it a small kiss. "Have you ever had another boyfriend?" he asked.

Oh god, this is the first time he ever mentioned dating. Sure, we were together. I just didn't know if we were official boyfriend/girlfriend yet. I'm not complaining, just happy that's out of the way in such an easy way.

"Y/N?" Peter asked. "Oh- I was spacing again wasn't I?" you apologized. "It's okay baby,"

"What were you saying?" "Have you ever had another boyfriend?"

"With my Uncle?" you laughed. "I've attempted,"

"He caught me with one of my old fling's when I was 16, hell was released on me and him." you explained. "Wait, caught?" he asked. "Yes Peter, I'm not a virgin." you laughed. "Oh, cool cool. Me either. Wait- me too? I don't know what I'm saying is yes, I've had sex."

Flashbacks of him and Gwen flooded his mind. They were only 17, but Peter had never felt like it was right with anyone else after her death.

You laughed at his awkward response. You noticed the sun was setting, and your stomach was growling. "Do you want anything for dinner?" you offered him. "I mean, if your offering. I'd love to help. Aunt May used to have me help her sometimes in the kitchen before she kicked me out,"

"Kicked you out?" you asked, walking to your kitchen. "Yeah, I may have burnt a few things." Peter said, turning around and resting his head on the back of the couch. "Such as," you asked, opening your fridge and looking for anything edible. "Uh, water?" You spun around with a can of spaghetti sauce in your hand. "Peter?" "Yes baby," "How the hell do you burn water?" you asked him, opening the jar with a pop. "I have no clue."

You opened a cabinet and tried reaching for a pot, but it was up too high. "Here," Peter said, jumping off the couch and helping you. He started to fill it up with water. "I can deal with this," you laughed, taking the handle from his hand. "Aw, c'mon! It was once," he fake pouted, grabbing the spaghetti noodles out of your pantry. "Stark stocks you guys with some great stuff here," he says, rummaging through your drawers. Candies, cookies, anything you could imagine was in your walk in pantry. "Hey," you said, grabbing a box of Oreo's from Peter's hand. "Don't want to ruin your dinner,"

You and Peter ate together at your table. "I don't think I've ever had dinner with someone else here before," you said, watching Peter eagerly eat his spaghetti. "Really?" he asked, his mouth full. His plate was almost empty. "You better slow down," you laughed. He smiled at you, spaghetti sauce smeared around his mouth. You let out a small giggle. "What?" he asked. You pointed to your mouth. "Oh," he chuckled, wiping it off with his napkin. He was so pathetically adorable.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" you asked him. You turned around and noticed he was putting on his shoes. "Oh, leaving so soon Mr. Parker?" you asked him. "No-no! I was just getting tired, the food was so delicious." he said, patting his stomach. "You can stay, if you want. For the night."

His eyes lit up when you suggested this. He flicked off his shoes and they hit the side of your wall. He joined you on the couch. "Sleepover?" he asked.

You had stolen all the blankets from the common room and Peter had placed them strategically around your living room. You went to your bedroom to get all your pillows, and came out to a whole fort held together by webs in your living room. Peter was rummaging through your storage closet. "Woah," you said, dropping all the pillows on the ground. "H-hey Y/N! Do you have any Christmas lights around here?" he called from the hallway. You went to your bedroom and took off the loose ones around your bed frame. "Here!" you called, plugging them in. Peter crawled on the walls, freaking you out at first. "I forgot you could do that," you said. He webbed them up so they would hang along with the blankets. He plopped down hard on the floor next to you.

You had started placing the pillows around the floor. "You really out did yourself, Pete." you smiled, moving under a blanket. "Anything for my girl," he smiled, kissing you on top of your head while moving in next to you. You scrolled through movies arguing with Peter on which Star Wars film was the best, or who was the funniest Friend.

"Ohh!" you said, scrolling on to a movie. "Marriage Story? Really?" he asked. "What?" you replied. "Aunt May cried so hard watching that, it was horrible to hear from my room." Peter chuckled. "Lets just try it- please!" you begged. "Alright, alright. Wait- is that Kylo Ren?"

"Oh my god," Peter said, wiping tears away from his face. The movie had just ended and you and Peter were crying like babies. "Aunt May was right- what the hell?" he cried. "I told you it would be good," you cry/laughed, nudging him in the arm. Peter yawned, and you checked your phone. It was already 11:30. "You tired?" you asked him. He nodded. "C'mon," you said, picking up your pillows. "Where are you going?" he asked you. "Can you grab my blanket for me?" you asked, throwing your pillows back on your bed.

He walked in the bedroom and threw it on your bed. You were already laying in bed, in your pajamas. "Well," he said, standing in your doorway and rocking on the heels of his foot. "Are you coming in or not?" you asked.

He catapulted himself into your bed, causing it to creek. "Jesus Peter," you laughed, throwing the blanket over him. He settled in and came face to face with you. "Can you get the door?" you asked him. He took his web shooters and shut your door. He removed them and placed them on your nightstand. "Goodnight Peter," you smiled, cupping his face in your hands and giving him a small kiss on the nose. "Goodnight baby," he smiled.

The night consisted of the best cuddles you have ever received and the most loved you had ever felt. You woke up in the middle of the night holding Peter with his face in the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself.

You were in love with Peter Parker.

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