#avengers 3: they lost - clint wasn't there

[minnophee-writes]

Right Where You Were Meant To Be

Fandom: Avengers [Marvel]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size Reader

Summary: The reader has a crush on Bucky the second she looked at him but she also has feelings of self-consciousness about her body and doubts she’d ever end up with Bucky or any guy like Bucky. That all changes one night at one of Tony’s parties.

Word Count: 2,760 words

A/N: This is a cute little one-shot idea I had and just wanted to write out. I feel there aren’t many plus-size!reader stories so I wanted to make my own. I’m a chubby girl and felt like I needed some love, lmao. Any mistakes I take responsibility for, this story wasn’t beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!! <3 <3 <3 [edit: this is an old fanfic lol]

It all started when you looked at him for the first time. He had just moved into the Tower, and you had just gotten the job as Tony's new assistant since Pepper had become CEO of Stark Industries. Because you worked in an environment with superheroes who were very fit and healthy, you had become self-conscious of yourself; whether it would be what you wore, the things you ate, or just how your body looked in general.

Being a bigger girl, it often took a toll on your mental health when you would notice the glances, the whispering, the judgmental stares, and how shopping for clothes in your size was difficult, and it made you feel like you had to lose weight to fit in and belong. You felt alone and isolated.

You didn't have any friends; you didn't even talk to many of your co-workers, and just kept to yourself a majority of the time. When Bucky moved in, you noticed he did the same. He didn't speak much to the rest of the team, he mostly stayed in his room, and only hung around Steve. Bucky was very fit, and his muscular body showed it whenever he wore tight-fitted clothing. You would never wear tight-fitted clothing for fear of having your plumpness accentuated.

After five months working for Tony and having a more friendly relationship with the rest of the team, you had built a few close bonds with some of the heroes. Wanda and Natasha were your closest girlfriends and would regularly have 'Lady's Nights' every Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Tony, Clint, Sam, and Steve were like your older brothers and would look out for you.

You and Steve made it a routine to do small exercise and yoga in the afternoons just after 4 o'clock. How this all started was because you wanted to accomplish small goals for yourself, as Sam told you to do to help with your mental health.

"Steve," You called out as you stepped into the Tower's gym, the one place you knew where to find Steve if he wasn't in the common room.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)! What's up?" Steve turned to face you as he held the punching bag still while he watched you walk closer to him, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

"I just... I wanted to start doing light exercises, you know, to boost my endorphins, and so I have something to do in the afternoons when I've finished with work." It wasn't a complete lie, but it just sugar-coated the fact that you just wanted to lose weight to gain confidence in yourself.

Steve had agreed to help you; he wouldn't push you too much either because he didn't want you to strain anything and not push you out of your comfort zone too much. Both of you would exercise for an hour each day in the afternoons. This routine had been going on for six weeks, and you were enjoying it. You felt better about yourself each week when you would check your progress and write down how much you lost during the week; you were more confident than you were all those weeks ago before asking Steve for help.

During one of those afternoon exercises, you and Steve were both in the Adho Mukha pose with Steve wearing his usual tight t-shirt, that you swore was a size too small, and shorts while you wore a loose, black tank top, and tight-fitted leggings that complemented the shape of your plump ass. You were so in the zone that you hadn't heard the gym doors open and the sound of footsteps coming closer to you. Bucky stood behind you and Steve, him getting an eyeful of your butt while he cleared his throat to catch his best friend's attention.

"Hey, Bucky! I didn't notice you were there. (Y/N) and I were doing some yoga, would you like to join us?"

You. Were. Mortified. You quickly stood up beside Steve and looked down at your feet, trying to avoid looking at Bucky after having your ass practically in his face.

"Uh, I kinda have to get ready for 'Girl's Night' tonight, but I think Bucky can keep you company." You nervously spoke, having your words jumble out quickly due to your inner-embarrassment. "I'll see you later, Steve!"

You bolted out of the gym as fast as your legs could go and made it up into your room without another incident. When you flopped onto your bed, you let out a loud, exhausted sigh before closing your eyes shut tightly. 'Why did I have to act like a nervous wreck? You didn't even let him talk for Christ's sake!' After beating yourself up over the little incident, you started to get ready for 'Girl's Night' with Nat and Wanda.

~~~~~~

It was two hours into 'Girl's Night' and you, Nat and Wanda had, at least, drank four glasses of Kraken Rum and about three shots of Vodka. You were more relaxed and carefree, enjoying your time with your best friends while gossiping about an episode of Criminal Minds you all saw the other day together.

"Not gonna lie, I would love to have a man like Morgan. Have you seen his muscles? And how he kicks down doors like a badass?" You gushed.

"That is true, and I fully believe Morgan and Garcia should be together. They have chemistry and look so cute!" Wanda loved her Morgan and Garcia ship.

"Eh, I like to have a super cute genius but that's just my opinion" Nat took a sip of her fruity vodka drink while shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course you would, you're with Bruce and that's a little bias, Nat." You gently shoved your red-haired friend playfully.

You and Wanda giggled like school girls when Natasha scoffed before she pointed an accusing finger at you.

"Well, says you, (Y/N)! You practically drool whenever you see Barnes."

That shut you up quickly. 'How does she know?! Play it off...'

"That's very funny Nat, but I don't know what you mean."

"Don't bullshit me, (Y/N). I've seen the way your cheeks get all pink and how your eyes are glued to him whenever he walks by. You're so smitten it's grossly cute." Then Wanda turned to you with a small smirk on her face.

"Maybe you should ask him to work out with you and Steve!"

Flashbacks of your embarrassment earlier that day made your face go pale. 'Absolutely not'. You shook your head furiously, staring at your two friends with fear. There was no way you'd have the guts to do such a thing, not after how you acted around him before. Plus, you didn't want him to look at you with disgust when he looks at you working out. You shake off all the negative thoughts before finishing off your last bits of rum.

"I think I'm going to head off to bed now, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Tony wants me to help him organize and plan a gala party to celebrate his newest project. And when I say to 'help him' I mean I'll be doing most of the work while he hides away in his lab with Bruce." You said before walking off and waving the girls goodbye.

2 weeks later...

You had most of the gala planned out. You had booked a cute catering company to organize some food dishes for everyone and even hired a group of people to decorate one of the large common rooms that would fit all the guests on Tony's guest-list. You had even bought a cute new dress to wear for the party. The party was starting that night at 7:30 and you would hopefully get everything done while having an hour and a half to spare to get ready.

When the decorating and planning finished, you quickly made your way to your room and got showered and changed. You stood in front of your mirror for quite some time, nitpicking every flaw you could see, judging your appearance because you knew how the other women at the party were going to look flawless and have every man swooping in for them. A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your negative thoughts.

"(Y/n), you ready?" Wanda's voice called from the other side.

"Y-yeah! I'm coming now." You dashed for the door to get away from the mirror so you can't put yourself down even more. Once opening the door, Wanda linked your arm with hers, and both of you walked toward the elevator.

Telling FRIDAY which floor, you both arrived just as a few of the guests were mingling around; drinking, eating, and chatting. You glanced around, hoping to see the familiar faces of your friends, spotting Sam, Nat, and Clint near the bar where Natasha was serving the drinks. Tony was standing next to Pepper and being an absolute flirt as always while Steve and Bucky were standing near a corner with drinks in hand. Before you could make your way over to the bar, Wanda told you to wait where you were while she goes to quickly touch up her make-up, disappearing before you could say a word. You stood there awkwardly and looked around, making sure everything was going swimmingly until you felt a presence behind you. A tap on your confirmed that someone was indeed behind you.

You turned around to see a group of two slender women and three muscular men staring at you with smug and cocky smiles on their faces.

"Can we get some more drinks? And make them with a little more alcohol this time." One of the men quirked an eyebrow, waiting for you to scurry off to grab their drinks.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not part of catering. I'm-"

"You certainly look it though, I mean, you're not dressed like you're here as a guest. The dress you're wearing looks like the other catering staff." A woman spat, her eyes narrowed at you. You started to feel self-conscious about your outfit now, realizing the color-scheme looked very similar to the catering staff.

"Plus, the dress isn't that flattering for your body hun. We can practically see your muffin top and panty lines with how tight that dress is on you." The other woman commented while she leaned to the side to glance at more of your plush figure.

A stinging sensation began to appear behind your eyes, feelings of doubt, and an anxiety attack began to make themselves known. So looked away from the group and quickly made for the elevator, shooting Wanda a quick text saying you weren't feeling too well. 'How stupid of me to think I even looked good or that I could fit in at the party.' By the time the elevator doors reached your floor and the doors opened, hot tears were falling down your cheeks as you tried to furiously wipe them away with zero results. The tears kept flowing down as you began to walk down the hallway to your room; quiet footsteps barely making noise as they followed you. Just as your hand settled on the door handle, a warm hand clasped onto your shoulder gently. With a yelp, you spun around with a jump to look at your "attacker", only to find a pair of stormy blue eyes staring at your teary eyes intensely.

Bucky's eyes held hints of concern and worry, but it was hard to see because he was good at hiding his emotions, and the fact that your eyes were blurry from crying.

"You okay, (Y/n)? I saw you leave the party quickly and noticed how fast your breathing was." Bucky had to look down at you because he was so tall, or was it because you were just very short?

"I'm fine, Bucky. I just don't do well in crowded places or with so many strangers. I got a bit overwhelmed but it's fine now." You weakly smiled but he could see right through it, he always did.

"You had a panic attack after speaking to a group of people and judging by the looks they gave you while talking to them, I can only believe it wasn't a pleasant conversation." Bucky then brought both his flesh and metal hands to cup your face while he peered into your eyes more. "Tell me what happened, doll."

You sighed, you knew he wasn't going to let this go. Even though you both barely spoke to each other, he still cared for you like the both of you knew each other for years. Something about his calm voice and caring nature helped your nerves settle.

"They thought I was part of catering and asked if I could get them more drinks. I told them I wasn't catering, only for them to make snarky comments about my outfit and body. But it's fine, I'm used to having those comments made to me, I've dealt with those types of people all my life." Your hands gently held his and tried to move them away from your face but Bucky didn't budge.

"You don't believe them, right? I mean, I think the dress looks good on you. It shows off your curves and any man who doesn't get blown away is blind."

You gave a humorless laugh and shook your head at Bucky, looking down at the floor.

"You're just saying that to be nice to me, Buck. We both know girls like me don't belong in a place like this, or a party like that. You can go back to the party, I don't want to waste more of your time." You went to turn away when Bucky held your upper arms tightly.

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not a fan of crowds myself and was about to leave the party myself until I saw you run away. I'd rather spend my time with you and making sure you don't ever think that you don't belong."

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, his stare was intense with adoration and love while you stared at him in shock that he'd want to spend time with you. Before you could blink, Bucky leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours, his arms wrapping around you and caging you into a warm and gentle embrace. Your hands rested onto his firm chest while his hands rested on your lower back, just above your butt. At first, you were in shock but then you gave in to the kiss and snaked your arms around his neck, your fingers embedded into his long hair.

The kiss was full of passion, and so much love that you didn't think it was possible. When the need for air was too much, you both separated and looked into each other's eyes once again.

"H-how? Why me? We barely know each other!"

"Because, (Y/n), I've been smitten for you since I first laid eyes on you but didn't have the guts to tell you. Steve's been a punk and trying to get me to join your work out sessions for weeks but I was too nervous to do it." Bucky's cheeks tinted red as he chuckled.

"And why's that? I was scared that if saw me working out, that you'd be grossed out by my body." You explained, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I could never be grossed out, sweetheart. I love a woman with curves and plumpness to her. I was nervous that if I watched you work out, I would try to make a move on you too fast and scare you away. I didn't want that to happen." Bucky grabbed your chin and leaned in again, his lips almost touching yours. "And you looked downright sexy in those tights, they shape your ass well."

You gasped and lightly smacked his shoulder while he smirked at you. His playfulness coming through. You made the first move this time and got onto your tippy toes to kiss him. It was quicker than the first but still held the same emotions. With so much strength you underestimated he had, Bucky lifted you up - your legs wrapped around his waist - as he opened your door and carried you over to your bedroom. Both of you watched a bunch of movies in your room; many kisses were shared before you both passed out, cuddled up under your fluffy blankets, safe in Bucky's arms. 

Right where you were meant to be all along.

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[katyaromanoffpetrova]

A lifetime of dates (part 3)

After being together for twenty years, Natasha and Katya have been on many dates in their lifetime. In this series, we see one from every part of their lives.

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost series) • Wordcount: 1.8k • Warnings: very angsty!!! • This part takes place a month or two after the events in Infinity War (after Tony gets back on Earth) do not repost my work as your own or translate my work Masterlist

A/N: thank youuuu @milfs69420 for this idea <3

2018

"Meet me on the roof."

Natasha hated herself for perking up with pointless hope when her phone chimed. But she hated herself even more for the way her stomach fell with disappointment when it was just Katya's name flashing across her screen. In fact, she resented herself for it. 

Every night, when Katya cautiously reached for her body in bed, she counted herself incredibly lucky to still have her wife. The odds had always been against them; Katya should not be here right now. But she was, and Natasha struggled to find solace in it. 

Sam, Wanda, Fury, T'Challa, Peter, they were all gone, their names never popping up on her phone anymore. Their absence outweighed Katya's presence by miles, and she couldn't get it to change. The darkness was too powerful, the one single star that represented Katya lost in the vastness. 

The lights in the Compound flickered on as the motion sensors picked Natasha up along her journey to the roof. She could hear the fluorescents in the eerie silence, above the sound of her shoes on the stairs and the soft click as the doors fell into the frame behind her. 

Everything was fully abandoned two weeks ago. Recruits left to find out what remained of their families, and the other Avengers—Steve, Bruce, Tony, Thor, Clint—abandoned their tasks and left the two Russians to fend for themselves, just as the world needed this team the most.

Tony fled to the countryside with Pepper, Steve into the city. Duties to his own people called Thor away, and Clint chose to run away from his pain instead of facing it. Nobody had been in contact since, their coats still hanging on the coat rack in the hallway like they left behind a past life.

Why were they allowed to move on and not her? 

Natasha didn't have it within herself to be angry about it anymore. She had been, in the beginning, but everything took so much energy these days. Eating, getting out of bed, brushing her teeth, showering. She had no energy to even think about anger as an emotion. The empty pit in her chest sucked it all in. 

She didn't want to acknowledge it for what it was, but the diagnosis lingered in the back of her head.

The roof was so dark that she had trouble locating Katya when she first stepped through the door. Where the city's skyline and the Compound's outdoor lighting used to outline her seated figure, there now was nothing. Half the city missed electricity, and entire buildings were abandoned. Natasha had to squint to make her eyes adjust quicker. 

She found Katya at the very edge of the roof, facing the silent city. Her back was turned and her legs dangled off the side of the building like it wasn't a three story drop, a bottle of some kind in her hand. 

She looked peaceful, but a dark thought flashed through Natasha's mind as she crossed the distance, fueled by the knowledge of her wife's unstable past. It was obvious Katya was struggling again, dangerous thoughts no doubt infiltrating her brain and convincing her to do irreversible things. But Natasha breathed easy knowing they lived for each other. As long as she was alive, so would Katya.

Quietly, she sat down beside her, the smooth pebbles that covered the surface of the roof unpleasant under her butt. Katya didn't acknowledge her in any way, but Natasha had a feeling she knew why they were up here. It wasn't for nothing that she planned a "date".

Neither of them said anything. They just sat there, watching the dark skyscrapers, the rustling trees, the rolling clouds that revealed parts of the moon. One nice thing about the reduced city lights; the stars were visible again.

Katya handed Natasha her bottle of beer. She felt indifferent about it, but she took a sip anyway. It tasted like crap.

They'd done this countless times before, having a drink on the roof. Especially after a tiring day, or on a warm summer evening. It was a nice way of unwinding and finding more privacy than their apartment provided. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they sat in silence. But it had never felt like this.

The air between them wasn't tense, but it was loaded with unspoken knowledge. They were losing their grip on each other and they both realized it. Natasha could feel her wife starting to slip away. She could feel herself starting to push her away.

There was already a distance between them. The love that had always been right there on the surface when she was around Katya was being pushed under by feelings stronger and more powerful. Anger, sadness, guilt, self-hatred, fear, they made that fiery flame turn into a smoldering piece of wood. 

"Stay with me." Katya said suddenly. 

Surprised, Natasha turned to look at her, thrown off by the interruption of the silence and the odd conversation starter.

Katya's words sounded like an order. One that Natasha could not disobey for the desperation that lay right underneath the surface. A plea, hidden as a command.

The light of the moon caught the fearful, sorrowful glint in Katya's eyes as they flickered towards the sky. Natasha was caught by surprise when the sight triggered a rush of feelings within herself. She didn't think she could feel anything other than heavy emptiness.

"I'm not going anywhere," she promised.

"You're already miles away," Katya whispered, carefully glancing at her. 

Shamefully, Natasha averted her eyes to the bottle in her lap. Her heart ached in her chest, but she cherished the sharp stabs. It meant that she still cared about Katya's pain. 

"I'm just so…" Her fingers curled into fists, that powerless feeling that threatened to crush her day and night fighting its way to the surface and making her tear up with anger.

The tears kicked Katya to life. Broken souls or not, they were wives, and protective mode would always kick in when the eyes glossed over. She leaned into Natasha's side, carefully prying her clenched fingers open to slide her own between them. 

"I know. Me too."

Natasha relaxed slightly, but she couldn't help but focus on how even this touch felt foreign. Their palms were touching each other, but it's as if they were both wearing gloves. They couldn't fully reach each other. And the more she fixated on it, the more terrified she became. 

She loved her wife. She loved her. Why could she not summon that feeling through the thick cloud of emptiness? Why did this touch not magically heal her?

Panic rose in her throat. 

Not this, too. After everything they lost, she couldn't lose this too.

"I'll always stay with you," Natasha vowed desperately, the beer bottle in her hand trembling along with her fingers. 

Katya didn't relax, her voice fragile and quiet as she asked, "Even if we'll forever feel like this?"

Dread wrapped around Natasha's broken heart. Forever? Forever this emptiness, forever this awful feeling of guilt and self-loathing? The only thing she feared more than living the rest of her life in darkness, was blindly stumbling through it without Katya. To have no one to talk to. No one to find comfort in. No one to live for.

She'd already gone through life like that once, before Clint found her, but she knew she wouldn't survive that a second time. Not after knowing what she'd lost.

Her throat closed with tears. "I don't want to be alone again," Natasha choked out.

"You will never be alone again." Katya's voice wavered with tears too, her grip on Natasha's hand tightening. "I'm staying too."

Natasha wanted to feel confident in their future, to know that she could provide what Katya needed. But the truth is, she already had nothing to give. All her energy and focus she put into running the Avengers brand alone. "I can't give you what I used to," she muttered, fearing Katya would leave eventually after she figured that out too.

Katya looked away, towards the swaying trees, the dark city. The reality slowly started to sink in. This would be their future for a while. Bland, hopeless, empty. It'd be hard. "Neither can I," she whispered. "Maybe we just give what we can."

Maybe. It'd have to be enough. She wasn't leaving, and Natasha wasn't leaving either. They had to make this work. They'd been through worse. They'd faced armies, death, and losing the love of their lives, and overcame it all.

Natasha's tears had long dried, the lump in her throat shrinking until it was easier to swallow. She wanted to scream in frustration. Beg whoever was listening to just fix this, so the world would be okay, and so she and Katya would be okay. But there couldn't be a god after what happened.

Her thumb traced the scar on the back of Katya's hand, memorizing the shape in case she wouldn't feel it for a while. "The love I have for you is always there. Even if you can't feel it, and even if I can't show it," she said into the silence. No horns, no sirens, no birds.

Seeing the acceptance in Katya's eyes broke her. They wanted to cherish each other like they deserved, but they knew they weren't able to give that. And to see her wife accept that reality hurt more than getting stabbed in the gut. Katya deserved everything and more.

Katya gently squeezed her hand. "Knowing is enough." The dark circles under her eyes betrayed that she'd not slept in a while, but her mind appeared clear. This bottle of beer must have been alone. "Never doubt my reason for being here, for staying. I love you, and I always will. And that single thing is enough. You are enough."

Those stupid tears. First, Natasha felt nothing, but now that the dam broke, the emotions would not stop flowing out of her. 

She was never enough. Not fast enough, not smart enough, not cold enough, not ruthless enough. And not enough to stick around for. 

Nobody thought she was worth more than someone to throw away if it was more convenient for them, if she could no longer provide what they needed.

Nobody but Katya. 

Katya didn't need anything from her. Not a hug, not a kiss, not a home cooked meal, not a way to fix every problem in the world. Natasha just needed to exist, and that was it. Exist in whatever way she could and Katya would love her. 

"We have to be okay," Natasha said, in the same tone as Katya started this conversation. An order, filled with desperation. They both knew what would happen if they wouldn't be okay, and it would not be pretty.

"We will be," Katya promised, her determination falling slightly flat. "We will be."

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[griffin-girl-r]

Be a family

Created: 11.02.2022

Finished: 22.08.2022

Edited: 13.09.2023

Age: 9

Word count: 1,854

Warnings: Getting lost, Strangers

Request: No

Pairing: WinterWidow

Summary: You get lost, but luckily, a kind stranger helps you find your mother.

—

After being a part of the Avengers for a few years, Natasha decided that she wanted to retire and try to live a normal life for you. She was done with all the fighting and after everything, the retirement had been long overdue for her. She deserved that normal life she wished so much for her and you.

So she did.

That was two years ago and Natasha had lost any contact with the Avengers, besides Clint, so she mainly had no idea of what was going on over there.

Fury had indeed tried several times to make her reconsider her choice and come back to the agency but Natasha didn't even want to hear about it, leaving no other choice for Fury than to give up on the hope of bringing her back to the team.

—

Today your mom decided to take you to the park.

It was the perfect spring day for a walk in the park. It was warm despite the gentle cold breeze, the sun shining the brightest he had in the last 3 months and everything looked so lively.

You both had so much fun walking and talking and eating ice cream. This day couldn't get any better.

—

But there was one catch.

And it was that the park was rather a really big one. I mean, it was Central Park in New York, of course it was going to be huge.

It only took one second of distraction and you got separated from your mother and found yourself lost.

You were not so little anymore, but you still got scared when your mom wasn't by your side.

She provided you with the much-needed feeling of safety and love and now that Natasha suddenly disappeared from beside you, you felt very vulnerable.

Anything could happen.

With no idea of what to do you sat down on a side and put your head in your hands about to start crying when all of a sudden a voice startled you.

"Hey, kid. Are you okay?" A soft and deep voice was heard from somewhere near you

You raised your head and found a man in front of you.

His brown hair reached out almost to his shoulders, his sky-blue eyes looked at you with softness. His tall, muscular body was crunched in front of you and his left arm looked funny.

Very funny actually.

And what was even more funny was that a red star was painted on it.

You shook your head "In a second I was next to my mama and in the next one, I couldn't find her." You burst out crying

"So you got lost? Umm... Okay... Look!" The man slightly smiled at you "What if I help you find her? What do you say? She must be so worried right now." He proposed

"Mommy told me to not trust strangers." You sniffed as you remembered what your mom always tells you before going out

"And she's right!" The man raised a finger as if a little light from above had just enlightened him "Here..." He extended his arm "I'm Bucky. What's your name, doll?"

" Y/N." You shook his hand

"See?! We're not strangers anymore." He  excitedly cheered

Bucky had a weird feeling about you.

But in a good way.

There was something in you that made him want to protect you. He looked deep into your bright green eyes, which reminded him of someone he lost a long time ago.

And your red-brown hair looked like it was the perfect mix between his hair color and the one of...

Bucky shook his head.

He can not think about her right now. He needs to stop thinking about her... About them...

They're gone.

—

You hesitantly agreed to go with him to find your mom.

Not that you had a better option. But something in Bucky made you feel safe.

It's funny.

The safe feeling Bucky was emanating to you felt a lot like the one your mama offered you.

After telling him how your mom looked, he offered to carry you on his shoulders, saying that it would help to see at a longer distance.

Taking his offer, you and Bucky started to look for your mom.

—

After fifteen minutes of searching, you finally spotted your mom.

It was like you had seen an angel when you caught that glimpse of bright red hair of hers that absolutely fascinated you.

Natasha was desperately looking for you and she was on the verge of crying.

How could she lose you so quickly? Damn it! She was a Russian spy and yet she lost her own daughter in a park?! What kind of mother is she?

—

"Look. It's my mom." You said and Bucky quickly put you down on the ground

He was still focused on you, until you shouted to catch your mom's attention.

"Mama!" You yelled as you started running to her

Natasha quickly turned on her heels and let out a cry of relief when she saw you.

You jumped in her arms and she hugged you so tightly, happy that you were okay, safe, and in her arms once again.

"Oh, baby. I was so scared. Please, don't do that again." She said as she kissed the side of your head

"I promise." You nodded "Some nice man helped me find you."

You turned around to point at Bucky.

But as soon as Bucky's eyes met Natasha's both adults froze in shock.

The memory of the last time they had seen each other playing in their heads.

~~~~~

*9 years ago*

"Run, my love! Run!" Bucky shouted, hitting one of the guards

"I am not going to leave you." Natasha shouted back, with tears in her eyes

"It's your only chance." He pleaded

Bucky looked at his pregnant girlfriend with sadness in his eyes. But if they wanted their baby to have a normal life, Natasha had to escape this hell hole. He was ready to sacrifice himself for his girlfriend and unborn child.

The love of his life and their baby deserved the world and he was ready to offer his life in exchange for their freedom.

"I promise we will see each other again one day, Natalia. Until then take good care of our baby and protect them like I know you will." Bucky took down another guard

"James..." Natasha cried, not wanting to leave the love of her life and the father of her child, alone

"Please, Natalia..." He breathed out

The couple could see more reinforcements coming.

It was now or never.

"I love you." Natasha said to her boyfriend

"I love you too." Bucky called back "Both of you."

With one last look at her lover, Natasha made her escape towards freedom.

You were born six months after the escape.

~~~~~

"Natalia?" Bucky cried out, not believing his eyes

"James?" Natasha breathed out in disbelief

"I found you." He laughed relieved as a few tears made their way down his cheeks

Natasha sprinted and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He helt her as close to him as he could.

The girl that was his only true love, was back in his arms again.

It was like a dream. And if it was a dream, Bucky hoped he never wake up again.

The woman pulled back and pressed her soft lips against his rough ones in a passionate, but full of emotions, kiss.

—

You just quietly watched them interact, not knowing why your mom just kissed a stranger.

"Mama?" You asked confused

Bucky gasped at the realization and Natasha smiled at the sound of your voice, pulling away from Bucky.

"Is that..." Bucky choked out, the rest of the sentence getting stuck in his throat

Natasha smiled at Bucky then climbed down of his arms and came next to you

She knelt to your level, taking your face in her hands and stroking your cheeks with her thumbs.

"Baby, remember when I told you that Papa saved Mama from the bad guys, but he couldn't save himself?" She sadly smiled at you, talking to you as if you were 3 once again

You nod your head.

"Well, he came back now." She sat up and turned to face Bucky

You were fast in hiding behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist like you used to do when you were nervous around someone new as a small child.

As on cue, Bucky fell to one knee and dumbfoundedly stared at you.

"He's Papa." Natasha pointed to the soldier "James, meet our daughter." She pushed you to come out from behind her, with tears in her eyes at the anticipation of what was about to happen

Bucky was speechless. He has a daughter. One that is a perfect copy of her mother. A little girl. A baby girl with the woman of his life.

You looked between him and your mom and found both of them crying their hearts out.

Confused and unsure of what you were supposed to do you took a shy step forward and towards Bucky.

When the soldier saw it, his eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open.

Bucky felt like his heart was racing a thousand miles a second, like it was about to jump out of his chest and run away with the speed of light. His mind still trying to process everything.

After years and years of asking himself about Natasha and their child, he finally got an answer.

After daydreaming about what they had together, a boy or a girl, on trying to picture what their baby looks like and how it grows.

Whenever his memories would come back before they wiped him again, Bucky would make false happy memories for himself.

Memories where he was with his loves.

—

After a little debate with yourself, you took a step closer to Bucky and then another and another, finally running in his open arms.

Your father lifted you in his arms, hugging you and crying, taking in your smell.

"Papa...." You whispered as soon as he put you back down on the ground, a few tears slipping away from your eyes

Bucky looked like a bolt of lightning had struck him at that moment.

"I...Bucky...Daughter...Have...You...Natalia...Baby...Ours?" Bucky mumbled in shock

You laughed at his reaction to you calling him 'papa' and turned your head to look at your mom.

She was silently crying happy tears and she had a big smile on her face seeing the two loves of her life hugging.

You motioned to her to come and join you and she didn't give this chance a second thought.

—

"My girls..." Bucky whispered, kissing the top of your and your mother's head while holding you both tight against his body

At that moment everything was peaceful and beautiful.

The perfect family reunion anyone could ask for.

You guys finally had the chance to be a family.

The family the three of you always wanted and deserved. The dream was finally a reality.

"Just wait until Steve finds out." Natasha laughed

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so i got this thought in my mind !!!

YN is an avanger (or was an avenger) and got lost in a mission gone wrong and sh goes missing for months and she thinks that the others never tried to find her (especially Steve cause she thought they had something special going on)

when she is rescued after so long she’s incredibly miserable and steve tries to comfort her and eventually confess his feelings and yeah, they do the dirtyyy but it’s like very sweet and soft and deep

mix of smut and angst and fluff ? idk just this idea

Hi! Thank you for the request <3 I really hope you’ll like it! Please let me know:)

Btw I’ve never written any angst so I’m not sure if that’s what you were hoping for <3

Never stopped looking

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: [ everything is in the ask!:) ↑ ]

After being captured by HYDRA the avengers tried to find you for months, but didn't succeed. Weeks later a shield-team finds you and brings you back.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Avenger!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: injuries, kidnapping, experimenting, torture, blood, grief, major character death (that's what everyone thinks lol), pain, there's a lot of crying, smut, p in v, unprotected sex [ don't be silly wrap your Willy ]

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

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You had no idea how long you've been trapped under the remnants of the old HYDRA base, but you were pretty sure it's been a few hours. Maybe longer. You've lost consciousness when the building collapsed and trapped you.

A big part of the wall hit your legs-you couldn't tell if they were broken, but you couldn't move them. Everything was to heavy.

To that you could also tell you were bleeding from your thigh, which made everything worse-and staying conscious became harder with every coming minutes.

Then you heard it.

Someone was coming.

But it wasn't any of your teammates.

"Natasha-what-how did this happen?", Steve coughed, speaking into his ear piece. He stood up, looking at the collapsed building behind him.

"It was probably a trap-but we all got out in time, right? Tony, Clint and the twins are in the jet-Bruce never left it. Thor is also coming in", Natashas sounded slightly out of breath, but fine.

Steve slowly pulled his eyebrows together. But... Natasha didn't mention anything about you. You were with them on this mission-you were supposed to download old files.

Oh god.

"Nat, she's still in there-I have to find her- I need to-" "Steve...you can't do that. It's to dangerous-everything is collapsed-it still collapsing", he could hear Natasha saying, softer than before. There was pain in her voice.

Steve slowly shook his head. "We can't-I can't leave her", he mumbled. He had never told you what he felt. You've never been on a date together-you have no idea Steve loves you. Or...you had no idea.

Were you trapped somewhere? Were you alive? Were you in pain?

A sob escaped his throat. Steve tried to go back into the building, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Captain, we need to go", said Thor. Steve had no idea what to do. His rational thinking told him to go to the jet and search for you after it's really save for his team-but some other part told him to run back into this building, looking for you till he found you. It didn't matter how long it would take.

And yet he found himself within a few minutes in the jet, with Natasha treating his bleeding arm.

"I need to go back there...I need to find her", he mumbled.

Slowly you opened your eyes. You had no idea where you were-everything was dark...and cold. The clod was so cold. As you slowly sat up you realised three things.

First, you weren't trapped anymore.

Second, all your injuries seemed to be treated.

Third...you were chained and in a cell. 

Instantly you tried to pull on the chains, testing how strong these were. You had no chance to get out of them. You were trapped.

And you didn't even know who had captured you.

A quite sob escaped your throat, while you slowly pulled your knees to your chest, hugging yourself. It was cold...your clothes were torn and dirty with...you had no idea what. Probably blood and mud.

The sound of heavy boots made you look up. A man entered your cell grabbing your arm. "Sleeping beauty's finally awake", he grinned grabbing your cuffed wrists and pulling you roughly behind him. Stumbling you followed him. There was no other thing you could do.

"Come on, Stark! It's been  four days and you have-what?! Nothing?! Shouldn't Jarvis be able to find something? Some-some I don't know, thermal imaging to detect the body heat??", spoke Steve restlessly. Tony let a drone fly over the remnants of the old hydra base. Again.

A quite sigh escaped his lips. He hated being the one telling Steve, you couldn't be found. Not anymore. At least not alive. Tony always liked you.

You were a great addition to the team, a cheerful person. Every time you entered the room everyone seemed to be in better mood.

Especially Steve.

The whole team noticed his attraction towards you. He was pretty obvious, actually. And you were pretty oblivious. Steve tried to sit next to you while watching movies, always brought you your favourite snacks...and you two even cuddled.

"Steve, I'm sorry...I don't think-"

"No-don't even-don't even think like that", Steve interrupted him sternly, hitting the table with enough force to leave a dent.

Angry Steve stormed out of the lab. He would stop searching. You were out there. Somewhere.

You had to be...

A sharp pain in your arm woke you up. With blurry vision you tried to see what was happening. You were on a table-at least it felt like a table-and you were strapped, without any way of moving.

Slowly you looked to the side. You needed to know what was causing you this much pain.

A needle was in you arm, draining your blood.

You felt another pinch in your other arm.

It was an IV with...some kind of fluids.

From one moment to the next everything started hurting. You felt like you were burning from the inside, like-

Steve hit the punching bag hard enough for it to rip in half. "That's the sixth in two days, Steve", said Natasha, entering the gym. Steve didn't say anything. He hang another one up, and started hitting it.

Twelve days. He was starting losing hope he's find you alive.

Screaming you hit your head against the table, trying to- you had no idea what you wanted to achieve. Losing consciousness, maybe? You wanted the pain to stop.

At this point you've lost track of time. Every day was the same. You'd wake up in your cell, chained. A guard would bring you some food-which was not a lot and also tasted awful-and he'd bring you down into the lab. You had no idea who these people were-crazy scientists? Maybe. Insane doctors? Felt like the same.

Every day you hoped someone would storm through the metal door-a giant frisbee, how you always liked to call Steve's shield, would hit the doctor who was cutting into your arm right now.

You didn't even know why they were doing it-they didn't do anything else. Was it just for fun? Did they enjoy seeing you bleed?

They always injected you with stuff, which made the deep cuts bleed less or even heal-but it wasn't permanent. They had to do it every day, after every...session, or whatever all of this was. It was painful.

Why was nobody coming for you?

Steve did something he hadn't done in a long, long time.

He prayed.

With everything that happened in his life, he didn't really believe in god anymore, especially not like he had done it before he became captain America.

But at this point he didn't know what else to do. He tried to find you in the remains. He failed.

Twenty six days. He hoped to find your body at least.

"Please...please no, stop...", you mumbled as the guard dragged you to the lab again. "I c-can't ...please..." It was like a nightmare. That kind of nightmare where you couldn't wake up. Yet this wasn't a dream. This was real. They wouldn't come for you. Just like that, they left you to die-your friends, your family...it was all a lie. They never cared about you. If they did, they'd have found you long ago.

Maybe they didn't even try?

But why wouldn't they...why wouldn't Steve...why didn't they care?

You thought they were your family. You thought Steve...

Even though you've been tortured for the past few...weeks? You've never felt a pain like this. It felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest. Ripped into pieces.

Steve walked through the ruins of the old building. Nothing. He found nothing.

You were unconscious more often than you were actually conscious. The pain was too much for you, it didn't matter if they gave you some sedatives or sometimes even morphine if they were generous-it didn't happen often-and yet you always felt the pain. Especially the IVs. It always made you feel like you were burning alive. It wasn't fair. The pain, the experiments, the torture...

Why you? Why?

Steve couldn't stop himself from entering your room. It was the same as you left it-your bed was made, but still slightly messy-the blanket was wrong and also a stuffed animal was half hidden under the pillow.

He sat down and grabbed the stuff animal, pressing it close to his chest.

He couldn't control his endless tears and sobs.

Two months.

You were gone.

The doctors became more sloppy, you've noticed. They didn't strapped you to the table anymore. The guards also didn't stayed in the lab.

This was your chance.

You'd do it.

You'd escape, no matter how much more pain and tears it would cost you.

Natasha knocked on Steve's door. No answer.

She did it again.

And again.

And-

"What??", Steve yanked the door open, looking down at her. She knew, he was in pain. She knew, he loved you. She knew, he...he felt empty.

"We thought about watching a movie together, cheer up a bit...eat something together, Wanda wanted to make-", Steve slammed the door close. "The only thing I wanna do is find her body to at least have a god damn funeral!", he shouted walking away from the door. Natasha could hear him sob after the last words.

Slowly you walked through the long corridor. You had no idea where you were. No one was there either. It's like everyone was gone-or busy with something more important.

Walking around the corner you found the reason why all Hydra agents were gone.

Coulson's team.

You couldn't stop yourself from crying out, stumbling right into Phil's arms. Finally. Someone had bees searching for you.

"We found you", was the last think you heard before passing out.

As soon as the jet landet you've been treated with medical care. Shield's and Starks best doctors took care of you, giving you fluids, stitching you up and cleaning you. All this time you didn't wake up. You were to weak, that's why the doctors gave you some more fluids, all for strengthening.

You were dehydrated and pumped full with...they didn't even know what exactly what. Some kind of drugs.

Fury let them to transfer you to the compound, where other doctors would be watching over you.

>Mr Stark, I'd like to inform you an ambulance drove onto the compound area. They bringing a new patient< Tony slowly looked up from his suit. He didn't know anything about a patient. "What do you mean? No one was on a mission since...last time."

A hologram of the ambulance appeared, showing how they were bringing you into the build. Still unconscious.

Tony blinked a few times, slowly putting one hand over his mouth. "That's...how...we've been looking for so long..", he mumbled, leaving his suit behind and storming out of the lab. "Jarvis, inform everyone."

„What do you mean she's here? How is that even possible?", Steve rushed to your hospital room, with Natasha right behind him. At this point he hadn't expected to find your body anymore-and now you were here? In the compound? Apparently alive and stable. "I don't know, Steve. Coulson found her in a underground Hydra base."

Steve slowed down, looking back at Natasha. In a hydra base...

Steve felt his stomach drop. It meant he could've saved you before hydra captured you. It was all his fault. He should've looked for you sooner.

Entering your room his gaze immediately fell on the IVs in your arms and the monitors beeping. Then he slowly let his gaze linger on your bruised arms. He could see new reddish scars, you haven't had before. What happened to you? What had they done? Steve sat down in the chair next to you, grabbing your hand gently. He could stop the sob that escaped his lips.

Meanwhile Natasha and Bruce talked to the doctors outside.

After four days Steve still hasn't left your side. He couldn't leave you. He felt guilty.

"Steve, you should sleep in a real bed and not in this chair", Natasha said, entering the room. She put a tray with food on the nightstand next to your bed. Without anyone bringing Steve food he'd probably completely forget about eating at all. He looked up for a moment, but laid his head back on your legs, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. "I know but...I don't want to go. I can't leave her", Steve mumbled, letting out a quite sigh. "She'll wake up soon...I can't go."

Natasha gently put her hand on his shoulder. "You know what the doctors said. It can take weeks or maybe she won't-" "don't even think about finishing this sentence", Steve snapped and shook her hand from his shoulder.

For a few minutes she tried to convince him to go to sleep-but Steve didn't budge. He wanted to stay.

"Fine, then don't. But if-"

„Natasha wait-she's-she squeezed my  hand. She's waking up", Steve interrupted her, lifting his head and watching you slowly open your eyes.

Your head fell to the side, while you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw-

Brightness.

It definitely wasn't the hydra cell. Also not their lab...the beeping told you it must've been a medical room.

Then you realised someone was holding your hand.

Suddenly Steve and Natasha were all over you. You felt someone's hand on your cheek and then forehead, a gentle touch. Something in you craved these kind of touches. The softness, gentleness...

Yet you moved away.

"Y/N, hi, how are you?", you heard Steve's voice, while Natasha called for a doctor to check you.

Slowly you shook your head. Your mouth felt dry-so incredible dry. When you tried to say something, only a quite cough escaped your lips.

Immediately you felt a cup against your lips, which only made you shook your head more. With the strength you had you snatched your hand out of Steve's grip and pushed the cup away from you.

Since Steve didn't expect such a reaction, he dropped the cup, spilling the water over you. "Oh god, I'm sorry, I'll get a-" "Go", you groaned barely audible, clearing your throat. "Away-Go away", you said a bit louder this time, pushing Steve away when he tried to get you a tissue.

"What? Why? Is everything-" "Steve, go! Leave me alone", you snapped. Steve slowly backed away, seemly confused. He didn't know why you reacted like that. It was just...not right? He thought you'd be happy to see him.

Natasha entered the room with Bruce, which made you noticeably anxious. "Go! I said go!", Natasha and Bruce were visibly confused, asking Steve what was happening. The doctor came to you, giving you  fluids in order to calm you down.

They worked immediately. You felt yourself drift back to sleep. "Just...leave me...like you already did once...", you whispered. If Steve's hearing wasn't enhanced he would have missed it.

The next few days, even weeks, seemed to be a blur. It took the doctors a while till they finally got you back on your feet. You were still weak and wouldn't be able to train or go on any missions for a long, long time-but at least you could go to your own room.

Every time someone tried to talk to you, you avoided every conversation. At first you ignored everyone completely-after a few days, you started talking with Natasha, Clint and the twins, also Bruce and Tony sometimes. But not Steve. You couldn't look at him.

Not after what you thought was between you. Months before you were captured you thought Steve liked you. And yet...you didn't think like that anymore.

While you were watching a movie In your room, someone knocked at your door. You stayed quiet. It's not like you wanted to talk with anyone really.

Even if you talked with the others sometimes, it didn't mean you really wanted to.

You didn't want to see any of the people that had left yo-

The door opened and Steve entered the room. "Hi, I wanted-" "no. I don't want to hear any pathetic excuses. Just leave me-"

Steve sat down next to you on the couch and grabbed both of your hands. You stopped talking immediately. How dare he come into your room, when you clearly didn't want him there.

"Hear me out-please", he nearly begged you. You could even see tears in his eyes...and you couldn't be really angry at him. You loved Steve for a while now. That's also why it hurt so badly, that he didn't found you.

Steve gently squeezed your hands. He was nervous-really nervous, since he wanted to tell you everything. How long he'd been looking for you and...how he felt.

"I'm sorry you've been there for so long. I-we, tried to find you. We really did...I did. I couldn't stop thinking about you-about where you were and what was happening to you", his thumb stroked over a scar from one of Hydras IVs. "I don't even know what to say. I'm sorry...I really am", he mumbled, slowly looking back at you. There were tears storming down his cheeks.

You couldn't stop yourself from gently putting your arms around his shoulders. Your own tears fell.

Have they really been looking for you?

It was hard to believe, but you didn't want to be angry anymore. You missed everyone-especially steve. You missed the cuddles, eating together, just...being friends. Even if you'd love to be more.

For a while you two just sat there in silence, cuddling. It felt good to be this close again. After so many weeks...months.

Slowly Steve lifted his head, looking at you with a small smile, while he placed one of his hands on your cheeks. "I missed you so much", Steve sobbed, completely breaking down and hugging you tightly against his chest.

For a moment you felt pain in your ribs and arms from the right hug, but didn't say anything. Instead you put your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. You could feel your heartbeat speed up.

You missed this feeling.

The butterflies in your chest, the tingling in your body...

You missed the influence Steve had on you.

For a moment Steve looked into your eyes. You could tell his gaze fell to your lips and quickly back deep into your eyes. It made something in your warm.

"I was scared I would never see you again and that...that I could never tell you how much I love you", only after it was said, Steve realised what exactly he said.

Oh god.

He could feel himself blushing.

Slowly he let go of your hands, wanting to go away. You probably hated him for doing this. Dumping his feelings on you in such a horrible way. Maybe you'd think he said it out of pity? This would be even worse. Or you th-

Soft lips stopped his thinking.

Your lips.

You kissed him!

It took Steve a few seconds before he really kissed you back, closing his eyes...loosing himself in the feeling of your lips. You put your arms gently around his neck, pulling him in closer.  Steve put his arms around you, deepening the kiss.

You two kissed for a moment, before slowly pulling away. Only then did Steve realise you were crying. But it seemed like these were happy tears. A big smile captured your lips. He hadn't seen you this happy since you were back.

"Ich love you too-god, Steve, for so long. I was thinking about it all the time-when they-I just wanted for you to find me so bad", you sobbed, kissing Steve again. This time more fiercely, gripping his shirt like it was the last thing holding you above water-yet you wanted to drown in him.

The kiss became much more passionate within the next seconds. Slowly you pushed Steve onto the couch-but he stopped you.

"I don't want for it to happen like that...just some quickie on the couch...I don't want you to regret it later. We should wait-", Steve mumbled against your lips. "Steve, I waited long enough. I just...I just need you", you cried. Steve looked deep into your eyes, nodding slowly.

The corners of your lips twitched. You grabbed Steve's hand and slowly stood up, guiding him to your bed.

You felt nervous. Like it was your first time. It wasn't, but it felt different. Special. Slowly you laid down on your bed, taking Steve with you. He caged you with his body-but it felt good, having his weight over you. You felt...safe. He made you feel safe.

It was nice to feel safe again.

Steve left gentle kisses on your cheek, jaw and neck, while slowly pulling your shirt up-you did the same with his. Both pieces landed of the floor-but as soon as he lifted his head you felt insecure. Would he think you're attractive? Especially with the few new scars? You wanted to cover yourself with your hands, but Steve grabbed them gently and placed next to your head, interwinding them.

"You're beautiful, don't ever think otherwise", Steve's soft spoken words made you blush. It was nice to get a compliment from the person you loved most. Nodding, you slowly pulled him once again in a kiss. Passionate, yet gentle. Your cold hands roamed over his chest. A surprised gasp escaped his lips, which made you both chuckle. "Sorry", you whispered softly.

Steve shook his head and grabbed your hand, placing it back against his chest-where you could feel his heart beating against your palm. "It's nice. Don't stop touching me", Steve kissed your forehead, before kissing his way down to your bra clothed breasts.

One of his hands found the clasp, opening it after a few seconds. Steve grinned slightly, as he slowly threw your bra to the floor. Soft kisses on your skin made you moan quietly.

He couldn't stop himself from sucking on your nipples gently, while his free hand caressed your other breast.

You could feel your breath quicken, your body tingle and...everything felt so warm. It's like you were burning.

But in a good way.

A smile spread over your lips. Steve rubbed his hand over your clothed core, making you moan. He could already feel you getting wet. His palm grind over your sensitive bud. Your walls clenched around nothing.

You grasped Steve hair, slowly guiding him back up.

He was smiling at you-and you couldn't stop the smile you already had from getting bigger, happier. "Steve, I just....I love you", you whispered against his lips. You felt alive, like never before. Especially not in the last few months. "I love you, too", Steve pressed his lips to yours, letting his hands roam over your waist.

His soft and gentle touches made you moan against his lips. You couldn't wait any longer. "Steve, please...I want to feel you", he looked deeply into your eyes, before slowly nodding. His hands found the waistband of your sweatpants, sliding them down. He took your panties with them and throw both items to the floor. His own last pieces of clothing followed behind.

You couldn't stop yourself from looking-of course you're curious, who wouldn't be?

The surprised gasp you let out, made Steve look at you worryingly. "Do you want to stop? We can stop if you-", his own moan interrupted him, when you grabbed his dick, stroking it a few times. His tip was already leaking with pre-cum, dripping down at your heat. "Steve, I don't want to stop", you whispered, pulling him in a fierce kiss.

You wrapped your legs around him, making him move closer to you-his tip brushed along your folds, bumping your clit. Steve positioned his tip at your dripping hole, slowly pushing in. He felt so firm and thick, stretching you out so good. Quietly you cried out in pleasure, scratching Steve's back.

"You feel so good, sweetheart...fuck-so, so good", Steve groaned against your neck, thrusting forward, till he was completely seated into you.

He waited for you to adjust to his size, even if feeling your walls throbbing around him, was killing him. You felt perfect around him. Like you were made for him.

And you felt the same about him.

He was filling you so good. Stretching your tight hole. The slight burn only added to the pleasure. When he started moving, you felt him graze over every sensitive part of you-being honest you haven't even known you could be this sensitive. Never before had someone filled you like Steve. "You feel so big", you whimpered into his ear, digging your nails into his skin. Steve gasped against your lips, kissing you again.

The kisses became more tongue and teeth, than before. You gasped into each other mouths. Everything in you started to tremble. Your body erupted in goosebumps, while your muscles tensed. The knot in your abdomen started building up. You could feel your orgasm approach.

When Steve started thrusting quicker into you, you couldn't keep yourself from moaning into his ear. He stroked along your sensitive spot with every thrust-you knew you wouldn't last long. Especially not when he put his hand between your body's, gently rubbing your clit.

"Steve-I'm gonna-", you quietly moaned into his ear, getting interrupted by another gasp. He felt you clench around him, which return made him thrust slightly harder into you. The extra pressure on your g-spot and clit made you come undone, crying out in pleasure.

Steve felt your juices soak his dick and thighs, making him moan into your mouth. Feeling your walls squeezing and throbbing around him, was enough for him. "Fuck I'm gonna-" "fill me-fill my pussy, Steve, make me yours", you whimpered against his lips.

Your words made him only thrust harder into you. He was still hitting all your spots with every thrust-he was also still rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt yourself getting close again. Steve thrusted one more time deep into your Pussy, filling you with his cum. You felt his cock pulsing and filling you with his seed. Suddenly another g-spot orgasm sweeps violently over you, making you whine.

Laying gently down on you Steve put more of his weight on you, which made you smile. You liked having him like that. Like a warm, weighted blanked. You felt safe.

"I love you", Steve mumbled into your ear, slowly turning around with you, so you both were on the side. You cupped his face in your hands, giving him a gentle kiss.

"I love you, too, Steve."

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She Isn't Coming Home

Pairing: Mom!WandaNat x Teenager!Reader

Summary: Thanos snapped half your family away five years ago. Five years later, half your family is still missing. Though this time forever.

Warnings: death mentions, depression, cheating, angst with no happy ending, family issues.

1.2K Words

a/n: im changing the plot of endgame a bit cause I cant be fucked to write it all out

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You were 13 years old when the Avengers lost against Thanos, causing half the universe's population to cease to exist. You still remember the horrible feeling you felt in your gut when you saw the Wakandian guard who was watching over you turn to dust.

At the time, you thought you caused the guard to turn to dust with your recently discovered powers. So you hid in a vent for half an hour until your mother, Natasha, found you.

Only 3 days later, you were told of what happened to the rest of the universe.

You cried for weeks straight about the death of Wanda, and even Natasha shed a couple of tears at the loss of her ex-wife.

Wanda and Natasha had divorced 2 years prior to the blip when Natasha found her cheating on her with Vision.

After the blip, you struggled to return to your normal life as your powers were spiraling out of control, and Natasha was forcing herself to work so she could forget the horrible things that happened.

By the time you were 14 years old, you were diagnosed with depression and were failing half your classes. You would skip school constantly to hang out with your friends and show off your powers.

The first time Natasha found out about this, she was upset and hit you with the "How would Wanda feel about this?" which broke you at the thought of your dead mother's reaction. Though slowly you started to care less and less about Wanda's reaction.

She was dead. She didn't matter anymore.

It was just you and Natasha now.

Your relationship with your mom wasn't bad. Sure, you had your ups and downs but you still loved each other dearly. Sometimes you wouldn't know what you would do if you lost her as well.

"You're telling me there may actually be a way to get everybody back?" You stared at Tony, tears filling your eyes at the hope of everybody's return.

Tony hummed, "There's a possibility of it, yes."

"But don't get your hopes too high, okay? We aren't 100% sure of it." Natasha said to you, a stern look on her face.

You nodded, "It's just crazy that after 5 years, everybody could come back."

"It's been 5 years of hell," Bruce muttered, flicking switches at the control panel in front of him.

Natasha put her hand on your shoulder, making you jump. "Sweetheart, you need to go to bed. It's getting late."

You shook your head with a small laugh, "Mom, I'm not 13 anymore. I'm 18, I make my own decisions."

Natasha raised a brow at you. You have been talking back to her a lot more often than usual.

"Okay, sorry." You apologised, making your mother smile. "Goodnight, everybody!"

It only took a couple of days for Tony and Bruce to figure out how to time travel and retrieve the infinity stones.

"Mom, why won't you let me come with you? Please, I never come on missions with you." You begged, yanking onto Natasha's suit.

"Stop acting like a whiny child, Y/n. I told you that you're staying here and Clint is coming with me."

"But, mom-"

"Y/n, drop it."

You groaned and dramatically threw your body onto Natasha. She pushed you away with a laugh.

"You're a big baby, you know that?"

"You suck." You huffed out, watching your mother walk onto the platform.

"Love you, baby." Natasha sent you a wink.

The Avengers exchanged short conversations before they stepped into the correct positions.

"See you in a minute."

A bright flash of light lit up the platform and everybody disappeared.

It was only a few minutes before everybody started reappearing on the platform, each holding an infinity stone.

"Holy shit, Tony! You actually did it." You cheered, running up to him.

"Did you seriously doubt me?" He asked with a chuckle.

You sheepishly smiled, "Maybe."

A thumping sound made you turn away from Tony. You saw Clint defeatedly sitting on his knees with an infinity stone grasped in his hand, his face stained with tears.

"Clint? W-where's my mom?" You couldn't see your mom anywhere.

"She's...I'm so sorry, Y/n." His voice cracked and he started sobbing.

"Where's my mom, Clint? What the fuck did you do?" Your eyes started to fill with tears.

"I tried to stop her, I promise I tried. Though she's always been better at fighting than me, and- and I couldn't stop her." Clint couldn't even bring himself to look at you, "She's dead. I'm sorry."

All you could do was start to sob. You didn't know what to say or do. You felt fucking horrible. The last thing you ever said to your mother was "You suck." You didn't even tell her how much you loved her, and that tore you apart.

You collapsed into Tony's arms and quietly sobbed into his chest.

The death of Natasha was heavy on everybody's shoulders. Everybody was mainly silent, only talking when needed. Nobody spoke to you or Clint; you both looked like you could break down at any moment.

After many long arguments, it was decided Bruce would snap everybody back into existence. When Bruce snapped, you were almost sure he was going to die. It filled your eyes with tears at the thought of losing another loved one today.

"Did it work?" Rocket asked softly.

A loud sound was heard outside the compound, which caused everybody to run outside. Portals started opening one after the other, revealing the once-dead heroes.

"Y/n? Baby, where are you?" Wanda's voice broke through the loud crowd.

Wanda's eyes widened when she saw you, "Y/n?"

You stared at her, not really feeling anything but sadness. "Hi."

"You're so big! What happened? Why are you suddenly so old?"

"You're going to have to sit down for this." You whispered with a sad smile.

You and Wanda sat cross-legged on your bed. Both of your eyes were filled with tears.

"It's been 5 years since Thanos and Natasha is dead?" Wanda asked for the second time, still not really believing it.

You hummed, picking at the skin of your fingertips.

"That's okay, sweetheart. You still have me."

You looked at her with a confused expression, "Excuse me? What about my mom's death is okay?"

"That's not-"

"No, fuck you, honestly. My mom raised me, you were gone all my teenagehood and now you're saying this shit?" You stood up from the bed and moved away from Wanda.

"Honey, please," Wanda begged, realising she massively messed up.

"Firstly, you ruin this family by cheating on mom with a fucking toaster and now you've gone and ruined whatever family this is." You stared daggers into Wanda's eyes.

"Don't you dare call Vision a toaster."

"Mom died to bring you back! She knew how much I missed and needed you so she killed herself in order to help me." Your voice broke, "I wish you stayed dead."

"You don't mean that." She scoffed.

"Get out of my room. I don't even want to look at your face right now."

"Y/n-"

"Get out!" Your eyes flashed to a blinding white colour.

Wanda quickly scurried out of your room with tears rolling down her cheeks.

You flopped down on your bed and started to cry your eyes out. In the span of a couple of hours, you lost every important thing to you. Your mother was killed and Wanda ruined whatever relationship you were willing to build with her with a couple of words.

You had nobody. You were entirely alone.

And it really, really hurt.

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Devotion or Delusion (Part 1) || Doctor Strange x Reader

Word count: 3.4K WARNINGS: DS:MoM and Endgame References. HeavyAngst. CharacterDeath, Loss/Grief. A/N: First of all, sorry but I just love Angst so much, I can't get enough of it so I had to get this out of my head. I hope you guys enjoy <3 I still need to make a tag list (I'm still a tumblr noob) Please let me know if you want to be tagged every time I post a story! ^_^ ***Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else***

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In partial darkness, you lay on the dirt and rubble trying to stay conscious as much as possible. The air was thick with dust, yet it wasn't clear whether the dust was causing your eyesight to blur or if it was actually your vision that’s affected. Despite the fact that Barton was in front of you, you couldn't make out where the person was even though you could hear a muffled voice calling your name. Because of your ringing ears, Clint's voice was difficult to hear; he was cautious about shaking you and was trying to keep you awake, but clearly, because of the concussion you sustained to the back of your head, you were seeing stars. Shortly after Banner snapped his fingers to restore everyone to life, Thanos' ship came from the past and blasted the Avengers compound. The building got completely blown to bits, and you are one of the people who suffered in the aftermath of it.

In the midst of attempts to contact the rest of the team, Barton repeatedly raised his voice, dread and desperation evident in his tone, asking, "Can anyone copy? (Y/N)'s in critical condition, she needs medical assistance NOW." He watched your vitals like a hawk to make sure you're still breathing, your neck still pulsating. Despite searching for a way out multiple times, Barton was unable to find one, so he had no choice but to blast through the cement. Before deciding where he would shoot the explosive arrows, Barton surveyed the area thoroughly to determine the best distance from which to fire them.

“Come on kid, stay with us please, we just got everybody back!” Clint kept on talking to you still, but in the end he ended up yelling out of distress and a desperate effort to keep you alive as long as possible.

He has already lost someone very dear to him and could not do anything about it; and he doesn't know how he would deal with losing another friend on the same day, especially when you've still got a chance to live.

He carefully picked you up from the ground, your body partially limp from your injuries; he immobilised your head to prevent further injury that may cause paralysis. Barton placed you undercover before he blasts a way out of the rubble. He grabbed one of his explosive arrows, gently connecting the arrow to its nocking points, his muscles shaking from fatigue as he pulled the bowstring back while he aimed at the safest place to shoot. Even when under pressure, Clint's skills did not betray him, he quickly dropped down and shielded you with his body as cement flew from all directions.

As soon as you heard another explosion, you felt that suddenly your surroundings were becoming brighter. You felt yourself being lifted off the ground once more by Clint, you could guess that he was shouting for help as both of you emerged from the ground. 

The expression in your eyes looked empty as you stared towards the darkened skies which were tainted orange by the fires that burned the earth. Ashes danced in the air as they rained down towards the area, which had once been a place of peace but now was turned into a battlefield. 

Pepper who was in her armoured suit landed gracefully a few metres away from Clint who was looking hopeless with your upper body cradled in his arms. Pepper urgently ran towards the both of you. Concern filled her eyes seeing the severity of your injuries, "F.R.I.D.A.Y, scan (Y/N)'s vitals please." 

"Scanning," The A.I. scanned your through her helmet, "Fortunately no major damage to her spinal cords but she is suffering traumatic brain injury, oxygen saturation dropping, blood pressure and heart rate dropping at an alarming rate, sending S.U.M.A (Stark Urgent Medical Assistant) to your location, ETA approximately five minutes." The A.I. spoke with Pepper, as both her and Clint comforted and reassured each other through their eyes.

Despite all the chaos and destruction going on around you, you were feeling calm and your muscles were relaxed as though you were floating on a calm ocean. Memories that you held close to your heart flashes before your eyes, it felt like a compilation film your brain had prepared for this moment, the moment where your life was slipping away— then all faded to black just like every beginning.

•••

The reason why Stephen asked Wong, "Is that everyone?" After they exited through the portal, was because he couldn’t find you. He was aware that they've been gone for five years, but to them it only felt like five seconds. He was expecting to fight alongside you, it would've been the fight of your lives, he expected you to brag about your kill count to prove that you were the better sorcerer— what he didn’t expect was this; you in an ICU bed, unconscious, intubated and your life depending on a machine.

Trying so very hard not to give in to his frustration, Stephen demanded, "Tell me what they've done to her." His voice was trembling in discontent, and he was trying so hard not to raise his voice either.

Christine and Stephen were having this conversation which felt like a dejavu. He did not want you to hear him pressuring her for information, so he went out into the hallway with them. 

"Stephen, you are not her next of kin, I can't just disclose confidential information about the patient," Christine explained in a calm voice, "You're a doctor, you know this."

Suddenly Stephen groans, losing just a little more of his patience, "She has no next of kin Christine, just in case you have forgotten. She works with me. So I'm asking, as a friend, can you tell me what they did to her?" His voice quaked in the air. 

It was evident by his appearance, the man had been deprived of sleep for a few nights, which may be affecting his ability to reason. With each passing day, his bloodshot eyes became more obvious, and the circles under his eyes became more prominently darker. 

Christine stared at him as she contemplated and began feeling sorry for him, "By the time she arrived here, she had severe intracranial hypertension and decreased cerebral perfusion. They had to perform an emergency decompressive craniectomy, you know how the rest goes."

"Christ..." he muttered, squeezing the bridge of his nose, profanely dismissing their intervention as laughable, "I usually recommend craniectomy as a last resort, couldn't they punch a hole in her skull before, I don’t know? taking large chunks out?!" He said sarcastically, unable to contain his emotions this time and raised his voice, agitated.

The woman sighed deeply, her sentiments changing towards Stephen while his arrogant side was grinding the gears in his mind, "This is why I didn’t want to tell you Stephen, because you always think you could've done better." 

"I COULD... have done better." Stephen kept his voice raised till Christine flinched at his words, then he was forced to lower the volume of his voice, "I don't think, I can do better. I know, I could have done better." His voice was stiff as he pronounced the word 'better', his facial muscles twitching. 

She snapped, pressing her lips together and rolling her eyes inward, "I believe the treating team did the best they could under the pressure of the situation. Why can't you just be thankful she is still alive?" She asked.

As Stephen pointed out to you through the window, he let out a dry laugh, "You call that living?" He asked Christine.

The woman shook her head, no way would she be able to make her way past this man's thick skull, "You answer that question yourself Stephen, because nothing in the world will ever be good enough for you-"

"She fucking was!" Stephen exploded from exasperation, "And she still is, I can't lose her now." Suddenly, he was overcome with tears as he finally confessed his inner feelings. As soon as those tears spilled, he was able to wipe them off and suppress them as quickly as he had let them out. 

"Then you’re going to have to allow us to do our jobs and don't interfere." Christine calmly, yet firmly insisted on Stephen.

•••

The Sanctum felt cold and dark without your presence, so quiet that Stephen could almost hear the memories of you bothering him with questions about certain spells as you advanced with your magic. 

You were born for the mystic arts and you always bragged about it to Stephen, threatening him to take the title of Sorcerer Supreme. 

You tripped Stephen onto the ground and while he tried to get up, you leapt into the air, creating an illusion of steps to rise higher and fly through the air, landing a flying punch on Stephen's cheek. "Remember the first rule? Never underestimate your enemy?" You asked Stephen when you had his arm in a twist while your knees pinned him down, facing the ground.

“I don’t know who taught you how to fight but there usually isn’t this much talking.” Stephen retorted and headbutted your chin before effortlessly flipping you over on top of his body and locking you in a joint-lock; his legs around your waist, and his arms holding your head in a choke hold, “If you don’t want to be underestimated then start by practising strengthening your grip.”

You clenched your jaw around his strong arms, which were close to cutting off your air supply, you hit his arm as a sign of surrender, and he let go instantly, leaving you gasping for breath and coughing for air. You clutched onto your chest and glowered at him as he walked around you, “What the hell Strange? Are you trying to kill me?” It was your intention to shout, but the words came out raspy.

“Trying to give you a realistic lesson was all I was doing.” Stephen shrugged and tilted his head mockingly, still watching you catch your breath, “Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t you say you’d rather have me choke you than have Wong teach you magic?”

‘Oh he heard that?’ You thought to yourself and turned your gaze away from him, biting the inside of your cheek in an effort to hide your embarrassed smile. As Stephen noticed your cheeks turning red he became aware that you were expressing a different meaning.

Stephen blinks awkwardly, “Ah...” He let out a breathy laugh in an effort to release the weird tension in the air.

The feeling of being extremely flustered made it difficult for you to stand up to your feet. The situation made you feel so embarrassed that you wished the ground would just eat you up and make you disappear. After such an effort, you finally stood your ground, "I guess my training is over, so I plan to leave now." You said almost robotically, your figure turning around stiffly before bolting away.

This particular memory of you made Stephen chuckle, it was so obvious to him that you liked him even though you tried so hard to lie to him about it. Deep inside he knew he felt the same way about you but never acted on it because he was scared of a lot of things; scared of losing something he can’t replace. Now, he regrets not making a move on you when he should have, his mood turning bitter and sour the more he thinks about the matter. 

•••

4 days later.

It was four in the morning and Stephen sat near your bed, his upper body lying at the edge of it, waiting for you to squeeze his hand that never left yours. Even though he wasn't supposed to be there, who could stop him when he was so easily capable of opening a portal to you? He would sneak into your room every night to sit by your side and catch up on the hours he had missed being with you over the last five years.

During the course of the morning rounds, a nurse came in to see you and was startled by Stephen’s silhouette. Stephen had fallen asleep, clinging onto your hand as he lay at the edge of your bed. The staff member didn't even question how your visitor was able to enter, knowing that you were an Avenger. She quietly did her morning rounds before leaving the man to be alone with you in the room again. 

Stephen woke up when he heard the sounds of the door sliding closed just before the nurse left the room. He immediately jumped up when he realised he had fallen asleep, and rubbed his puffy tired eyes. His initial hopes that he would wake up to you having regained consciousness was crushed. He glanced at the monitor displaying your vital signs and was relieved that everything was at least somewhat stable.

From behind Strange, a portal appeared, and Wong, who was now the Sorcerer Supreme, appeared from Kamar-Taj. Stephen took a quick glance at his friend, but he didn't say a word to him. On the bench by the window, Wong sat contemplatively, looking at the ground as he quietly gathers the words to say from his mind, his heart breaking for you, one of the most talented sorcerers. 

“In spite of searching in the astral plane, I was unable to find her.” Stephen muttered in a hoarse voice after having just gotten up from his sleep. Wong remained quiet, his eyes stuck to the ground. Stephen snapped his head towards Wong, anticipating him to say something, however, Wong didn't.

Wong glanced at Stephen who looked at him with wary eyes, “Perhaps her soul never left her body.” Wong finally spoke.

"Perhaps." Stephen repeated, his attention now once again focused on you, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand, “But that’s not all there is, is there?” Stephen asked, noticing that Wong seems to know something he does not know. 

Suddenly Wong's eyeline glistened with salty water as he found it extremely difficult to find the words to say what was in his mind; what he and Christine discussed a few hours before over the phone. 

After being silent for a longer period of time than he'd like, Stephen looked at Wong again. Wong's reaction to Stephen's question left no words needed to be said. Stephen felt an unpleasant, heavy, sinking sensation in his chest and stomach, he had seen that look so many times before.

“No,” Stephen shook his head in denial, “No, no, no, no.” Stephen scooted closer, bringing your hand against his lips, tears streaming down his cheeks as he closed his eyes, whispering, “(Y/N) wake up, please I’m begging you, wake up.” Stephen’s voice came out cracked and broken against the cool palm of your hand. 

“Stephen,” Wong called him, his voice trying to remain strong, “Christine gave me an unexpected call last night,” Wong paused to ease Stephen into it, “Christine said that her brain activity has been declining over the course of a few days... I won't explain to you the meaning since you are the best person to understand.”

Wong was correct, Stephen knew well of what’s to come next. You were entering the vegetative state and it would only be a matter of days or even hours before you become brain dead which would eventually lead to your passing.

Stephen suddenly felt like he was running out of time, “You threatened me that you’ll be Sorcerer Supreme when I come back remember? So why does Wong have that title? I know you can hear me, I'm right here, I'm back and I'm never leaving your side again. Please–you can’t leave me like this, I h-have so much I want to say to you-" Stephen uttered while sounding incoherent to Wong, his words getting caught in his throat as his breathing became irregular, his face flushed a deep shade of red, and his features scrunched up as he tries to embrace the pain he was feeling at the centre of his chest. He couldn’t care less about how he looks right now.

“I don’t know if this will give you comfort but know that she always loved you, Stephen.” Wong, having to see Strange give in to his emotions like this for the first time, placed his hand over Stephen's shoulders giving it a firm squeeze before leaving through the portal teary eyed.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there to protect you.  This is exactly what I had feared, and that's why I kept my feelings hidden from you but deep inside I was praying that you and I might end up together, but now I feel as though I have wasted the love you had for me and it’s all my fault. I should’ve told you what you meant to me but I guess this is the cross I have to bear for my pride. 

So before you go, I want you to know that I love you. I will miss the warmth of your smile, I’ll miss the way you get flustered in my presence, the way your eyes shine when you look at me; and when I look up at the stars I will remember you.” He swallows hard as he leaned over you to plant a long kiss on your forehead, savoring your scent. He sat back staring at you, trying to take in your visage in person as much as he can, your hands still under his hold, not wanting to let go.

•••

Many of those who knew you came to pay their respects to you after you left this world about two and a half months ago. The majority of those who were present, were now trying to put their lives back together, it was understandable that they all have issues they need to handle. Stephen, however, wasn't one of them.

Stephen wore his grief all too well and it showed in his appearance. With his face so long out of the sun, it seems almost as if it has been leached, which accentuated the dark shadows under his sunken eyes. A shadow is cast over his cheeks by his protruding cheekbones, making his features look gaunt and thin along with his long and unkempt facial hair. Too broken to move on, he became frozen in time, his heart becoming colder and bitter while the world around him forgot that you ever existed. 

But how could he move on when everything that surrounded him reminded him of you. You had left your mark in every spell book and every corner of this Sanctum which now felt lonely and eerie, he didn’t dare look into your favourite areas to hang around in, scared to face the reality of you not being there, smiling at him. Every night he dreamt of you, waking up each day leaving him emptier, the hole in his chest bigger; a void that nothing can seem to fill.

Everyone around him seemed to be finding the happiness they were looking for and when Christine got married, she hoped Stephen would be able to find happiness. That night when he came home and had an epiphany; he would find his happiness even if it meant travelling to a different world where it had you in it.

Until he had memorised every page of the Darkhold like the back of his hand, Stephen did not rest. He doesn't care if it takes months, years or decades, only when he finds you in another world then will be able to find peace. He will not stop and he won’t let anyone get in the way.

Due to the intensity of grief that he felt for you, he was blinded to what was happening inside him, as the Darkhold used his vulnerability to fuel his desire to dreamwalk in search of you in another universe. To his dismay, he only found more of himself doing the same mistakes as he did; universe by universe the same mistake again and again and again. The more he dreamwalks the more his self-loathe grows out of control— so he did his own variants a favour and saved them from their future suffering and he called this, mercy.

The sky cracks and rumbles as dark clouds roll over the city of New York, Wong rushed outside of the Sanctum after failing to find Strange inside it. Panic and mania drove people to run and drive wherever they can, matter was melting all around him, the fabric of reality was breaking all because of Stephen’s recklessness. Wong ran back inside to find Stephen at the third floor, peering out the window, watching the world around him pay for his arrogance.

“What have you done?” Wong asked in a sharp tone. 

With an evil glint in his eyes, he turned ever so slowly around, a grim sadistic smile spreading from the corners of his mouth,

“Things just got out of hand.”

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Since we kinda know each other a lil bit I am brave enough to ask....what's the appeal of Cap/Tony to you? I know a tooooon of people ship this and I never really got the appeal (but I would love to get it this is not a AND HERE IS HOW YOU'RE WRONG question I am genuinely asking...)

Ooooooooh. I am actually thrilled about you asking me this because Cap/Tony is one of my oldest and pretty much the most beloved OTPs of all time <3

I got into Marvel during the waiting period for the 2012 Avengers movie. Cap and Tony hadn't even met onscreen yet, so what I did, like most people back during that time, was: I turned to the comics. And in the comics ... well. Their friendship has been established over decades of various comic arcs.

They're pretty much like yin and yang, opposites that complement each other, past vs. future, idealist vs. cynic, the team parents, soulmates friends that will find each other in every universe and just need to be at each others side. They banter a lot (which can sometimes come off as flirty, especially from Tony's side), they have nicknames for each other (winghead and shellhead).

Especially Tony grew up idolizing Captain America and describes finding him frozen in a block of ice as the greatest day of his life. (I think he canonically has a room full of Cap memorabilia and merch but I can't find the scans to back that up right now.) He once opened his faceplate surrounded by toxic gas to give Steve mouth to mouth/CPR, because he thought keeping Steve alive was more important than his own life (x).

Things Tony once said to or about Steve:

I'm not half as good at anything as when I'm doing it next to you.

you were my rudder, steering me when others couldn’t

I miss your battle cry

And then there was Civil War. It was a huge event in the comics that had an impact on pretty much everything and Steve and Tony were the heart of that dispute. See, that conflict was mostly shoehorned and silly, but it was an angsty gold mine for shippers. A lot of what happened hit so hard because Steve and Tony had such a special and deep friendship. And then, in the aftermath of Civil War, Steve gets shot and dies. Tony, feeling partly responsible for what happened, completely loses it. He's supposed to hold a speech at Steve's funeral, but he breaks down crying in front of everyone before he can finish it. In one of the spin-off comics you can see Tony sitting beside Cap's dead body, pouring his heart out. And Tony, having played the villain throughout the entire Civil War, having betrayed and lost friends because he fought for what he thought was right (something he learned from Cap!), bitterly admits: "It wasn't worth it." (This is a callback to when Steve angrily asked him "was it worth it?" - Tony didn't have an answer back then.) (x)

Fun Fact! In one of the multiverses, Civil War canonically gets resolved because Tony is a woman and marries Steve:

Movie!Cap and movie!Tony had a very different dynamic. They were more of a enemies/rivals to friends (to lovers) kind of thing - which is also fun! - but A Lot of aforementioned comic canon bled over to how I and many over fans depicted/interpreted them. And that was a lot of fun, for a while. Except over time and with every new movie that go released, it got clear that the MCU had no interest in actually making them and showing them be friends. They were begrudging co-workers at most (and not just Tony and Steve, the whole team besides Tasha and Clint were rarely shown to have meaningful interactions) and that took away a lot of the impact of Captain America: Civil War.

So yeah. It's this deep and meaningful friendship that draws me to Steve and Tony. I still ship them in the MCU, but it certainly got soured a little by what the movies did (or didn't do) with their friendship.

#ask #black-out-marker #i'm sorry this got so long but i couln't not elaborate haha #i love them too much haha #if you want a wholesome and awesome representation of steve and tony being besties I strongly recommend the Avengers Assemble cartoon #also i have written a post civil war (mcu) fic about them that i'm still proud of actually haha #SUPERHUSBANDS

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We're Both Out of Time (3)

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chapter warnings: mild angst, but also happiness and reunions!!

Chapter Three: Y/N Stark Y/N Barnes Y/N Rogers

"Ma'am you need to step back-"

"Or what? What are you going to do to me?"

"Ma'am, please don't make me call-"

"Who? The Avengers? That's what I'm asking you to do, don't you understand?" you read the security guard's name tag, "Harold."

"My friends call me Happy."

"Well Harold I'm asking you to call them, otherwise I'll go up there myself."

"Ma'am I'll have to ask you not to do that," he stated, extending his arm out to block you from the elevator entrance.

"You know I remember you, right? How could I forget Uncle Happy? You would always sneak me an extra scoop of ice cream when my dad wasn't looking," you half heartily laughed.

"Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but-"

"How rude of me! I didn't reintroduce myself. Name's Y/N. Y/N Rogers. Of course you knew me as Y/N Stark. I also went by Y/N Barnes for a while there..." you trailed off.

"Y/N?" he questioned, near tears.

"Hey Uncle Happy," you smiled.

Happy pulled you into a deep hug, "It's so good to see you."

"You believe me? Just like that?" you questioned, pulling away from the hug though your uncle still kept you close.

Happy reached up to dry the tears you hadn't realized you has shed, "I don't know how any of this is possible," he said, "but you look so much like your dad."

Now you cried, falling into Happy's arms once again. It was so good to be held by him after all these years.

"Friday, call everyone. Get everyone down here now!"

"Yes, Mr. Hogan," Friday replied.

---

Natasha Romanoff arrived first, followed quickly by a rapidly recovering Clint Barton.

"Hey Happy, we were just about to go grab some breakfast, is everything okay?" Natasha began, before seeing you, "Who's this?"

You smiled, "Natasha I take it?"

"You know my name it's only fair I know yours," she smiled coldly. You didn't blame her. After all, she was a spy. She didn't like not knowing things.

"I'm-"

"Y/N?"

You were cut off my a voice you'd recognize anywhere. You turned your head to see the owner of said voice, "Hey Stevie," you cried.

You know those cheesy rom coms where the two main characters are reunited after not being together for a long time? They run towards each other at full speed, but everything seems like it's moving in slow motion? Well this was like that. Except it was happening to you in real time.

When your and Steve's bodies collided you simply embraced each other, falling to the ground. He sobbed, you sobbed. He kissed your cheek and whispered, "You're here. I thought you were dead. I thought I'd lost you."

"I know, baby," you said, drying his tears with the pads of your fingers, "I'll explain everything I promise, but for now I need to see-"

"Who's that?" you heard his voice before you saw his face. Honestly, he looked terrible. Probably barley eaten in weeks. He definitely hadn't slept aside from the quick nod-off here and there.

Steve helped you to your feet, but before you could address your father, he spoke, "Nat, Clint, Thor, Tony, Bruce...this is Y/N...this is my wife."

You offered a small awkward wave towards the Avengers, all of whom had to pick up their jaws from the floor...all except your dad.

"Did you say?"

"Y/N, I know," Steve said, "I thought the same thing when I met your daughter, but it's not possible I mean-"

"Actually," you cut him off, looking to Steve apologetically, "I may or may not have left out some details about my past," you said, squeezing his hand and looking to Happy for support. Happy nodded, encouraging you to go on.

"Are you saying?" Tony spoke, taking a step forward. You let go of Steve's hand and met your father in the middle of the room, "Hey dad," you smiled.

Tony immediately broke down, embracing you and kissing your forehead. You cried too. After all, you never thought you'd see him again and you had so much to tell him. To tell both of them.

---

Any plans made for the day went forgotten as four out of the six Avengers sat in uncomfortable, rather uncertain silence in the living room outside Tony and Bruce's lab. Although they could see through the glass into the room that held you and their two teammates, the soundproofing was enough to keep them at bay. Your privacy didn't satisfy their curiosity, however.

Eventually, the silence was broken by the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open.

Thor, Bruce, Natasha, and Clint sat on the edge of their seats, anticipating who could walk in next and make an earth shattering reappearance, but it was just Happy who had come to check in.

"Don't look so disappointed, guys," Happy half heartily laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sorry," they grumbled almost in unison.

"Any updates?" Happy asked, unable to contain his own curiosity.

Clint shook his head no, "They've been in there for so long, I wonder what they're even saying to each other."

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"You know they're all staring at us, right?" you asked the room, referring to the four Avengers and now Happy who sat outside the lab.

Your father ignored your question, "Capsicle here woke up months ago. If you were on the same plane why didn't you come find me - come find us sooner?"

Before you could answer, Steve cut in, "How did you even survive the crash? I know I did because of the serum, but you - you're not a super solider."

"And how did you even fall into Steve's time in the first place?"

"How about why didn't you tell me who you really were?"

"Or why -"

"Guys! One question at a time!" you shouted, but you were only met with blank looks. You sighed, "Look I know I owe you - both of you - a ton of answers, but for any of this to make sense, I have to start at the beginning."

Tony took a seat, "I'm all ears."

Steve nodded, sitting next to him, "Whenever you're ready."

You sighed again, beginning your tale, "I don't remember that day, you know? You told me I was shot...disappeared in a cloud of green, but all I remember is the night before. You were tucking me into bed," you smiled, gesturing to your father, "I was thinking about what I should wear to meet your friends of all things. I never thought my life could change so quickly."

When you woke up out of time you didn't recognize Steve, how could you? You had only ever seen pictures of a fully grown Steve Rogers. Even then, you were too young to truly understand who he was. You only knew him as Captain America, one of daddy's Avenger friends. How would you have pieced all of this together at such a young age?

Of course, you did eventually figure it out. As Steve grew up, you with him, he began to look more and more like those pictures you had seen hanging up in the house. That one from the first Christmas after the Battle of New York. The one where he was (probably forced to be) wearing a reindeer antler headband and smiling a carefree smile. Although he was most likely anything but carefree.

Then came the serum. You'd fall in love with Steve Rogers time and time again serum or no serum, but damn if that wasn't just a fun bonus. The confidence, the muscles, even the -

"You're getting off topic," Tony cut you off while rubbing his temples as if to clear an image from his brain.

Steve just blushed and you cleared your throat continuing, "Sorry..."

When Steve became Captain America, you knew it wasn't long before your stories or destinies...well call it what you want: you knew it wasn't going to be long before you were ripped apart. Taken on your own journeys down your own paths. Part of you did hope your presence would disrupt the timeline enough to keep you together even if it meant he was never chosen for the super solider program. You could grow old together, but fate had other plans.

Steve was meant for greatness. He was meant to get his second chance to be a real life superhero. You loved him too much to take that away from him. You had to let him fight those battles...even crash that plane.

You knew what he would've said, the he'd of chosen you over all the glory that came with being a super hero in another time...over his second chance, but you wouldn't force him to make that decision. No, you'd never give him the option whether he deserved it or not.

Steve woke up first when the plane was eventually found. At the time, it didn't look like you were going to make it. So Nick Fury, being Nick Fury and not wanting to give Steve false hope, told him you were dead. After all, it was only a matter of time before you were.

You woke up in the aftermath of The Battle of New York, shocking every doctor and nurse tending to you. Director Fury took a jet to the hospital you were being held at the second he got the call. He had to see it with is own eyes to believe it.

But there you were: healthy as ever...young as ever. The ice paused your aging just like it had Steve's. Everyone, including you, was perplexed. How could you have lived? You weren't a superhuman.

Nick Fury wanted to study you. He ran test after test trying to get to the bottom of why you lived.

Of course, they all came up with the same result.

"I'm pregnant," you said, "Somehow the serum running through this baby's veins was enough to keep the both of us alive all this time," you smiled, unconsciously touching your soon to be growing belly, "He or she saved my life. They gave us our second chance."

Those tests brought up something else though too.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nick Fury had asked, storming into your room one day.

"Tell you what?" you asked, although you knew exactly what.

"Y/N Stark? Your father is Tony Stark. You've been missing two weeks. How are you here? How are you not six?" Fury yelled.

You stood up from where you were seated, poking him in the chest to accentuate your point. "It's Mrs. Rogers to you. I didn't tell you because my past is none of your business, Sir," you spat, "now you promised me that if I let you run your little tests on me, you would take me to my husband, Do you have any intention of making good on that promise? Or should I take myself and my super solider baby and go?"

"That baby is the only key we have to unlocking Dr. Erkstine's formula," he calmly explained, although he was anything but calm.

"My child is not your lab rat, Fury!" you screamed, "I have nightmares. I wake up in a cold sweat screaming for Steve. I have ever since I woke up from that ice and you know it. You've been keeping us apart for some reason other than wanting to study my baby and I want to know why."

Nick sighed, "Steve, he's a good solider. If you go back to him now he'll become...distracted. We can't have that. Not with the new threats we're facing everyday."

"Screw you, Director Fury," you said, storming out of the room. You'd find your husband on your own.

So, you did. You found Steve and in the process found Tony too. Of course you knew you couldn't be reunited with your husband and not your father, but you had hoped to put off the latter, in all honesty. After all, you weren't the same little six year old girl he had lost such a short time ago. You had lived an entire life without him.

You were forced to make decisions you know he would've shielded you from if he could've. But, at the end of the day, you were a solider too. You were a killer. Nothing could change the past.

Not that you wanted to stay away from your father forever, you loved and missed him more than anything, but you felt that you didn't deserve to be loved by him anymore. He wanted his child back...not the broken young woman you had become.

In any case, you were here now.

"Well...someone say something," you prompted the two men.

"You're pregnant?" Steve spoke up, tears of joy falling from his eyes.

You smiled a thin smile, nodding your head, "I'm pregnant," you confirmed.

Steve stood to meet you, scooping you up in his arms and kissing your cheeks, "We're going to be parents," he cried.

Finally, you and Steve pulled apart, though he still kept you close, and you both turned to look at your father.

"Dad...?" you tried out the name again.

"Two weeks ago I had a six year old. Now I'm going to be a grandfather?"

You nodded, "Yes, but -"

"I'm sorry," he cut you off, "I can't. I just can't," he said, storming out of the room.

The four Avengers and Happy pretended to have not been watching you all when he walked through the room where they sat, but he ignored them anyways, entering his bedroom and shutting the door so loudly that everyone who heard it flinched just a little.

"He'll come around," Steve tried to reassure you, squeezing your hand,

"I know," you said, drying your tears with the back of your hand. You didn't know if he ever would though.

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Chapter 10: Loki

Alice had no idea where her father was at the moment. She was just wondering about the helicarrier avoiding people. Every time she saw a person, she'd turn the other corner. Now she was lost in the lower levels of the helicarrier. She had yet to see any views. But she did find a very interesting door.

Loki sat in a glass cell once again. If he remembered correctly, this was the exact same cell he was in last time, but this time it had more security was necessary, and he didn't complain. It actually made him feel kind of special.

Loki was suddenly pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. She walked back into the room before she turned around to face him. She was short, maybe 5′3 she had long Raven black hair and two different eye colors, left eyes brown and right blueish green. She wore a green long sleeve colored dress with white flats and a bulletproof vest.

Loki actually that she was a lost child. No one came here of purpose without a purpose especially not this young.

"Are you lost, child?

She shrugs as she begins to fidget with her fingers.

"Do you know who I am?" Alice shook her head "Have you been living under a rock, " Loki said harshly Alice flinched and took a few steps back "I destroyed Manhattan. Attempted to take over the world. you really don't know who I am?"

"no... sorry," she said. Loki looked confused for a moment before he composed himself and said "Loki Odin- Laufeyson, Loki Laufeyson."

"Hi, Loki" he liked the way she said his name unlike others, it was strangely sweet instead of bitter with distaste, but it was also a bit rough, as if unused for a long time. She liked at his glass cage in confusion.

"I was bad. You should go away now" Loki turned around trying to ignore Alice. She obliviously wasn't supposed to be here, she said that herself. He wasn't going to get involved with her now right now at least.

Instead of leaving, Alice sat on the floor outside of his cell. This girl was looking for trouble. " W-what ...happened?" She stuttered

Guards would be here any minute to escort her out. He knew this she obviously didn't.

He should have told her to go, to leave before they came to drag her away. He should tell her if she stayed, she'd get hurt. He should have said that, but he couldn't find the words. " I'm that eager to tell my life story"

"Okay" Alice didn't know why, but she, for some reason, found Loki very interesting. He was charming. She found herself feeling very drawn to Loki. He didn't look so bad after all. She knew she'd probably get in trouble, but she really felt something for him.

The two talked, well Loki talked. Alice nodded and gave one-word responses until someone finally came for her.

-

Thor was busy trying to convince the other Avengers to let Loki stay. It was challenging, but a few were starting to change. And proposing ideas and rules.

"he'll be confined to the tower. He won't leave without being escorted. Loki has changed and he's here to prove it"

"okay. okay" Steve finally says "he can stay. But in the tower. He'll assist us on missions. Three strikes and he's out"

"wait for what!?" Clint jumped up. He did not like this one bit. "We're seriously letting him stay after all he's done. He destroyed Manhattan"

"hey think of this Barton. He's an Avenger so he has to train with Avengers perfect time to kick his ass" Sam said cheering him up a bit. Everyone finally agreed.

As everyone got up and greeted Thor properly and told him what he missed Tony still sat deep in thought.

"If he's going to stay he can't know about Alice"

"Who?" Thor asked.

At that moment an Agent from below shouted "Sir, we've got a problem "

"what," Fury asked. "Someone is in Loki's cell room. A girl," Pulling up the feed. Sure enough, there was a girl sitting outside Loki's cell across from him. But not just any girl, Tony's baby girl.

Immediately all the Avengers were up an running, Thor very confusing but running along with everybody else anyway. They were exchanging family stories. Alice didn't have much to share but enjoyed listening to Loki's stories. The two were both startled when they heard a shout. Alice jumped up and backed up as her father marched in so anger she was pretty sure he could splitting the red seas.

"ALICE" Tony shouted. Loki immediately stood up in a protective way. Tony marched into the room, grabbed Alice by the forearm, looked directly into Loki's eyes, and said: "Strike one".

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The Raft - Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

summary: One minute Wanda and you have been happily together and the next you both end up in a fight with your friends which leads you to be constrained the Raft.

warnings: captivity, beating, angst

word count:2.693

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I had disagreed with everyone right from the beginning.

How could it be right to fight your own friends, basically family? How could I have chosen a side?

The fact that Wanda had not decided for one had only encouraged me further.

But when Clint had shown up and taken Wanda with him I could not have stood by.

Of course I had accompanied them.

It broke my heart to see everybody fighting each other. Honestly I was just watching the battle, frozen in place. Nobody attacked me either.

Why did it have to come this far? Could I have done anything to prevent this? Probably not.

When Wanda sank to the ground I immediately rushed to her side. “Are you okay?”

She nodded although her pain was written all over her face.

Captain America and Bucky had escaped and soon several helicopters arrived.

“It wasn't supposed to end like this”, Tony stated with a sigh.

“Hands behind your head! We don't want to kill any of you. So don't resist!”

The agents handcuffed everybody of team Captain America and led us to the helicopters, separating all of us in the process.

When I was forced out of the helicopter again I recognized my surroundings. I knew this place: the Raft. They really had to fear us to bring us here, although we had only risked our lives to protect them and the rest of the earth. Ironic.

My eyes wandered around the room I was brought into.

Several cells were arranged at the walls and some were already filled with my friends and comrades.

“Where is Wanda?” The question automatically left my lips when I could not spot my girlfriend anywhere.

The man in charge of me just continued to push me toward a cell.

I frantically turned around, in the process getting out of his grasp. “Where is Wanda?”, I repeated getting anxious the more time passed.

Instead of answering me the agent moved his hand to take a hold of me again. But this time I did resist and somehow managed to end up sitting on top of him.

“Where is Wanda?” The chain between my hands was choking him now as I was losing my patience and fear took over.

“Get off”, another agent commanded while pointing a gun at my head.

“Just tell me where she is. Bring me to her and I will stop resisting instantly”, I promised.

“She is on another floor, unharmed. If you want to stay that way too you should move into your cell now.”

“Bring me to her”, I growled and pushed the chain harder against the other agents' neck.

They would not kill me so easily. Everyone knew that killing an Avenger was not a good idea because it would lead the other Avengers to avenge them. Obviously.

I could feel the eyes of my teammates on me but I could not care less right now. They were safe and sound. They had each other. Wanda was all alone, in whatever state, probably reliving her past. I could not just stand by and obediently go into my cell and wait.

Suddenly a kick was sent my way. I managed to dodge it last second but meanwhile lost the grip I had had on the agent beneath me who could easily overpower me now.

As I did not show any sign to cooperate they started beating me up.

The cries of my friends were overshadowed by a beeping sound that took hold of my ears.

They lifted me up and approached a cell.

I thrashed around in their arms.

I wanted to yell at them but nearly choked on my blood.

The impact on the ground told me that I had lost this fight. Trapped in a cell. I had lost my only chance to help Wanda at least emotionally.

My eyes wandered to my black nails. I could not help but smile at the memory.

“You really want to paint my nails?”, I asked Wanda surprised which earned me a nod and a smile.

“I didn't know you liked it that much”, I noted.

“Well because I don't”, she shot back.

That earned her an irritated chuckle from my side. “Then why are you so eager to do it?”

“Isn't that something teenager girls do together? Having a sleepover, talking about their crushes, painting their nails? We're already sharing a room and obviously the crush phase is over. So the only thing left is painting nails”, she considered.

“But we're adults, Wands. Despite Steve calling us kids”, I reminded her.

“I just thought it could be fun. I never tried normal teenager stuff. You know ...”

The sadness and disappointment were clearly written over her face breaking my heart. Now I was feeling like an idiot.

“Only if we choose matching colors”, I agreed.

Her laughter loosened my tension again. “Of course.”

Black. We had agreed on black. Why did two days seem so far away now?

“(f/n), are you okay?” Clint's voice reached my ears.

“Yeah, I ...”

I should not have moved. The immense pain stopped me from finishing my sentence and I could feel myself losing consciousness.

I lost complete track of time as I was slipping in and out of consciousness.

When loud clapping got me out of unconsciousness I was surprised to see Tony.

“The futurist, guys”, Clint exclaimed and stopped his clapping. “The futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton”, Tony replied calmly. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on!”

“Yeah, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony”, Clint pointed out.

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey, you know. This place is for maniacs. This place is for ...”

“Criminals?”, Clint finished his sentence. “Criminals, Tony. I think that's the word you've been looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda, or (f/n). But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law.”

“Yeah.”

“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it. Alright? You're all grown up. You got a wife and kids. I don't understand. Why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side?”

“The wrong side? Are you fucking serious?” My voice acted on its own catching everyone's attention.

Tony gasped when he finally looked at me for the first time since he got here.

“Who decided that Caps side is the wrong one? It used to be your side too, Tony. We all used to be on the same side before you separated us with your stupid law. You forced us to choose. I mean … I tried not to and yet here I am. Wanda tried not to. But you locked her away like some dangerous maniac who is a threat to everyone around her, although we all know that way more people would have died in Lagos if Wanda hadn't tried to help. The ground was more crowded than the building. Tony ... I thought we were friends, family even. For many of us the Avengers were everything we had left. But now it's all broken. Can you really justify that with us choosing the wrong side which used to be yours as well?”

A heavy silence erupted between us.

“Did you see Wanda?” I gulped down my feelings of anger, sorrow and betrayal to ask this question.

“Yes, I did”, Tony mumbled.

“Did you talk to her as well? How is she doing?”

“Considering your injuries better than you.”

“You know that I didn't mean that. If we mean anything to you, please help me to get to Wanda. I need to be with her, Tony”, I pleaded him. Pride was meaningless compared to her.

“I don't think I can do that. I'm sorry, (f/n).”

“Are you really? You haven't even tried yet”, I interjected.

“Steve and the Winter Soldier escaped because of me. I don't have a say anymore”, he enlightened us.

Hope had just grown inside of me again, but now it had been destroyed. I did not even try to hold back my tears at this point.

“You've always been egocentric, Tony. But I never thought you would let us down like this. (f/n) fought with all her power to get to Wanda. Even after taking a beating she didn't stop struggling for her. And here you are telling her you won't even try. Maybe I was wrong about you all along”, Clint stated.

Tony moved on to Sam.

I could see them talking but a ringing sound in my ears made it hurt to make their words out.

Their form became blurry in front of my eyes and I was welcomed by a well known darkness.

When I woke up the next time strong arms were wrapped around me. I would have struggled if it had not been for the familiar scent.

“Cap?” My voice was raspy, probably from the dehydration.

“You really freaked me out, kid”, he confessed as he was carrying me around. We were still on the Raft.

“Can you put me down, please?”

Reluctantly he followed my request but did not let me go to give me some support as standing was already a hard task for me right now.

Clint immediately moved to my other side to help me as well.

Sam and Scott were close behind.

A weak smile formed on my lips. “We're getting Wanda out now. Right?”

“Yeah, it's finally time”, Clint confirmed and smiled at me.

My heart sank when I saw her in a straitjacket and most likely an electroshock collar to prevent her from using her powers. Her gaze was so empty before she spotted us.

I let go of Steve to give him the chance to rescue my girlfriend.

As soon as Wanda was free she enveloped me in a hug.

Despite my small hiss of pain I hugged her back with my right arm as my left shoulder was dislocated. At least I assumed it was.

Tears of relief were streaming down my face. “I'm so sorry. I wanted to get to you but ...”

“Sorry, you two. But we don't have time for that now”, Steve reminded us.

“Right”, I agreed and switched over to holding Wanda's hand instead.

My body felt lighter than before and it took me a moment to realize that Wanda was supporting me with her powers.

“We should treat your wounds now”, Wanda suggested as soon as we had entered the jet.

“You're mad at me, aren't you?”, I reassured.

“You're the only one who got hurt. Just a few weeks ago you promised me to be more careful. How did it happen?”, she wondered.

Telling her the whole story would definitely make her feel guilty. So I tried to keep it short. “Apparently I wasn't cooperative.”

She shot me a disapproving look, tears evident in her eyes.

Now it was me feeling guilty. “Wands, I'm sorry. I had to resist. Otherwise I wouldn't have forgiven myself”, I proposed.

“Why? How many times did we decide on not playing the hero?!”

“I wasn't playing the hero”, I claimed.

“What was it then? What was so important that you had to get yourself hurt like that?”, she questioned. I hated it when she was upset.

“Are you really so dense? You. You are that important.”

Silence fell over us which would have been weird without the visible tension.

Everyone was listening to our conversation. It was hard not to.

“You were nowhere in sight and I was worried. I wanted to get to you. I wanted to support you. And seeing you in your cell completely tied back like some maniac definitely reassured me in my wish.”

Wanda avoided my eyes as silent tears were running down her cheeks.

I wanted to comfort her but was afraid how she would react to my touch. Nevertheless I took hold of her hand and placed them in front of her eyes.

“Remember? I wanted us to have matching colors. Because we are a team. The thought of you being all alone in that cell was worse than my injuries. Please don't blame me or you for me wanting to protect you.”

She nodded with a weak smile. Her teary eyes and trembling lip always hurt me.

“Let's treat your wounds at least”, Wanda changed the topic.

“Steve, could you help out for a moment, please?”, I requested. “And I think you should let go of my hand, Wands.”

An irritated expression took over her face.

I locked my eyes with hers. “This is going to hurt and I don't wanna hurt you”, I explained. “You know how to relocate my shoulder, right Cap?”, I reassured.

“Of course but maybe we should wait until you can get access to proper medical attention … and painkillers”, he considered.

“Nonsense”, I brushed it off and tried to get my hand out of Wanda's grip which just earned me a threatening glare from her and a tighter grip.

I suppressed a scream when Steve finally fulfilled my wish.

“Okay … thanks … maybe a short break before we take care of the rest”, I decided out of breath from the strain my body was forced through.

I rested my head on Wanda's shoulder who was gently caressing my hand with her thumb.

“Wands?”

“Hm?”

“Did you get any food on the Raft? Cause I'm starving”, I realized earning a soft chuckle from her.

“We did get food. You were just too busy passing out”, Sam noted.

I groaned. “How long does it take to get to our destination? What's our destination in the first place?”

“Embrace the surprise”, Steve instructed and handed me a protein bar.

I sent him a grateful smile and broke the bar in half to give one part to Wanda.

She took it with a smile knowing that I would not take it back even if she wanted me to.

“Great … what about us?”, Clint remarked with an amused grin.

“You weren't passing out or trapped in a straitjacket. So don't cry about not getting food now”, I teased him.

“Low blow”, he remarked.

At one point of the flight I fell asleep against Wanda's shoulder and woke up when we landed.

Being greeted by Wanda's smile was definitely one of the best ways to wake up.

She helped me up and we started walking into a base.

I had no clue where we were. Honestly I was just too tired to care anyway. As long as we were safe for now it would be fine.

Nevertheless we found out that we were at Black Panther's base soon later.

I was taken to the infirmary against my will. All I wanted was to lay down with Wanda and sleep. Instead some medic insisted to examine me.

A minor concussion, four broken ribs and countless nasty bruises. There was not much to do for me except an ointment, painkillers and rest.

Wanda got us some food and right after eating I fell asleep again.

For the first few days it was fine, but then I thought I would go crazy if I had to spend another day in bed.

Thanks to Wanda's powers I could move around the base without straining my body and I enjoyed the time with her.

“Hey, Wands! How about we draw something for each other?”, I suggested.

“You want us to draw? I haven't done that in years”, she realized.

“Me neither. That's exactly why”, I proposed.

“Sure. Why not?”, she replied with a chuckle.

There was so much more for us to do together and I was grateful that we were free to do so.

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[clintismoved]

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For whatever the real reason mistletoe existed, not the literal plant, but the tradition of hanging it in doorways and KISSING whoever was met underneath was one that Clint followed. Now over the years he has accused, with reasons that were false, that he was using this to kiss anyone and everyone. A seasonal form of Hawkeye harassment.

Now he did in fact kiss, and hey come on it was always a cheek kiss with consent, everyone thst would appear underneath where it was hanging. Somewhere along the way over the years he was sure the meaning if mistletoe and kissing was misconstrued but Clint kept with hanging some up. The REAL reason being was it gave him the opportunity and chance to dote affection for the many, MANY important individuals throughout his life. Fellow avengers, friends he otherwise didn't see often, the inner circle of people that at this point in time Clint could not find himself to be able to live without anymore (that was an alarmingly large circle).

It's a lame excuse he knows, but it felt necessary in many cases when he would again cite the other half wasn't easy to dote on or he didn't see often and OH LOOK OPPS before he move to plant a cheek kiss (pending any rejection). Most of which suffered and let Clint away with this. It's the easiest way to hide affection, to show some of that while giving a lame excuse to pass off than having to admit that the archer superhero's heart was a lot bigger than his chest and there were so many that he appreciated.

Now LEONARD MCCOY was someone who in category C of all places in his life. Primarily meaning he was someone whose come into his life and he didn't think he could live without, someone he trusted implicitly would be there for the next several hundred mistakes and failures Clint would make. Someone who would catch him when he fell again and again.

He's like a brother to him, at the beginning a civilian doctor who saw the injuries he occurred after he came back to life. Scrapping together the pieces of what happened to the world after his sacrifice. Captain America gone, his marriage with Bobbi got a whole lot more complicated when he found out she had been some pawn in a long con Skrull invasion (that further robbed of his sense of reality which he had already been grappling against after everything he vaguely couldn't remember eith Wanda). He wore a different suit then, took a different name because Steve Rogers was dead and he hadn't ever been able to admit how much direction in life that man had given him.

Everyone remembers how he antagonize him but came to trust him more than any man he ever before when Clint was young and in his twenties.

Leonard McCoy had been there when he was piecing everything back together. A lost man himself he would later understand and the southern doctor tended to his scrapes and bruises over the hardest years of Clint's life.

The only person he requested to call while awaiting his trial for the killing of Bruce Banner, the only person who saw him before he vanished from New York City when he needed to try to reclaim some sense of reality, of sanity, when he couldn't get the shake out of his hands because he'd remember the weight of what he did for Bruce. The arrow he gave him, the shape and weight memorable. Leonard knew all of that, listened for months as he struggled his way across the country trying to HELP others and himself.

The friend who got the calls from him when he was living LA and felt like life was okay as he watched Kate with pride resurrect a West Coast team.

So catching Leonard under the mistletoe, he had been on the list of someone who needed to be caught under it. Now his sponsor, best friend, the man who helped him with his own recovery, Clint hardly needed an excuse to show him affection. He thought he was quite affectionate but catching Leonard there was an agenda.

It's a the perfect excuse to show the man how much his friendship had value in his life. He's sure that Leonard knew, how could he not and if he didn't? Well, then Clint has really screwed up here.

Either way, he manages to catch Leonard under the mistletoe, recently hang back up for the man's invitation over to his apartment for quality time because he's family more then friend. His fingers curl into the man's right shoulder, bunching up his shirt and keeping him there. ❝ C'mon, it's tradition. You scared of a little green plant, Doc? ❞ He asks before he's going in for the kiss.

Now this was Leonard and the only way to convey how much he means is not slip of the lips on his cheek. He presses his own lips to the corner of Leonard's mouth, half onto his lips. He holds there, kissing the man and he's sure that he understand that this was platonic, that man was his brother and he just needed him to known and feel that love. That he was a cherished friend.

Clint pulls away, his face almost red because he held way longer than others and now knows what flavor of chapstick that Leonard applied. ❝ You kiss Linda with sunscreen flavored lips? ❞ He says when he pulls away, absolutely judging the man before he dips his head.

❝ I love you, buddy. ❞

#RECOVERY BUDDY -> 616 -> Oh brother I see you burn like me the singes on our skin like a brand #RECOVERY BUDDY -> THEFLEETFINEST -> When you're in the trenches and you're under fire I will cover you #VERSE -> CRISISPIDER -> Hey look who got an all new lease on life still same old loser Hawkeye entangled in Spiderman's web #thefleetsfinest #THREADS -> thefleetsfinest #DRABBLE -> thefleetsfinest #[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings

[alaskarcenciel]

ep 14 bis? reconciliation?

words : 1406

13th of July, 2023

(up there a plan of the part of the living-room/kitchen, it's not the whole room bc I was lazy, so I did only the part where the scene happened, you have to imagine that the room is bigger, I didn't draw the wall on the left or right...)

Sam spent the morning training with Clint, and after the lunch she decided to rest on the couch, in the living room next to the kitchen. In fact, the kitchen and the living room were only one room, there wasn't really a wall with a door between the two spaces. At first, yeah, it was a full wall and 2 doors to come in each room, but when the Avengers moved in, they broke the wall so it would be the same and only room. They didn't fully destroy the wall, it was still a part of it behind the fridge and the workplan, but it didn't bother anyone so they let it here. There were two couches, a TV and a little table, on which one Sam usually laid her feet. When they do a movie night, they even put snacks and drinks on this little table. It's been a while since the last movie night. We should do one when Wanda comes back, I miss it, it was fun, she thought.

She ate with Clint and Bucky at lunch, they did the dishes together, then the two men went to their own room, Sam, alone in the room, sat on the couch and found a series to watch on the TV. She watched the first episode, but before starting the 2nd, she decided she wanted some snacks to eat while watching it. So she stood up and went into the kitchen to find something in the cupboards.

Natasha stepped into the living-room, quietly, like the spy she was, while Sam was facing the cupboard to find something to eat. Satisfied by what she found, Sam finally closed the cupboard and turned on herself to go back to the living room.

First she didn't see Romanoff, who was hidden by the wall. But when she passed the half wall, she found out the Russian spy was here.

Jumping and dropping her snacks, Sam backed away. Natasha got closer to Sam, who stood back, again and again, until she hurt the wall behind her.

Natasha raised both her arms, taking advantage of the wall behind Sam to support her body. Sam's head was now surrounded by Natasha's arms, even if there were 10 cm between her head and the spy's arms, the young woman wasn't at ease. Sam swallowed, hardly, and looked Natasha in her eyes, switching one eye to the other one.

Sam: W-what are you doing?

Natasha: I just wanna talk with you.

Sam: Go away.

She waited a few seconds.

Sam: Please. Go away.

Natasha didn't move an inch.

Natasha: I just want to talk with-

Sam pushed her to make her step away, then ran to the kitchen and took a knife she held with all her strength, between her and Romanoff, to make her stay away.

Natasha looked at the knife, then at Sam. Her head tilted on the right while she frowned her eyebrows, looking Sam in the eyes. The Russian woman was able to see something in the frenchie's eyes. A feeling she had never seen in these eyes before. Fear.

Natasha, softly: Hey.

Sam: Don't come closer.

Natasha: I'm not here to fight or anything. I just wanna talk.

Sam saw her raise her arms to her head, like a thief caught by the cops, but she didn't put the knife on the table though.

Natasha: You're not angry. If you'd have been, you'd have hurt me. You're scared.

She felt kinda sad saying this. Kinda sad and kinda lost. Why would Sam be afraid of her? She was her friend before becoming anything else. Even if she hadn't been nice to her when she came back, 3 months ago, she was still caring pretty much about the young woman, and would never do anything that could hurt her or put her in danger.

Natasha: Why are you scared of me?

Sam flinched. She kept staring at the ginger spy, trying to control her breathing, not to look scared.

Natasha: All this time, I thought you hated me, but you were just... Afraid? Why? What have I done to scare you?

Romanoff backed down, and sat on the couch, trying to show Sam she was a threat to her.

Sam: What do you want from me? Why do you care that much of what the hell I can think about you? I thought you never cared about other people's opinion.

Natasha: You're not any other people.

Sam: Oh sure I am.

Natasha: No, you're not. You're way much more than just a random person to me. You're a friend, my friend.

Sam: That's not true, you never were my friend, you faked it, you faked everything.

She wasn't angry saying that. Well, she was, but not only angry. There was sadness in her voice. A lot of sadness. The kind of sadness that fills your heart when it suddenly gets empty by the trusted-one's betrayal. She was angry, but more than that, she was sad, and hurt. She was afraid of Romanoff because she had the power to hurt her, more than Hydra's men. Because words cut more than knives. Because knives were only cutting her skin, and skin can heal. Words... cut your heart. Words can put your brain upside-down and drive you crazy. Heart and brain can't heal as easily as the body. Romanoff could hurt her physically, like during the training, but if it would pass, the pain would go away... However, when they fought three months ago, she hurt her deeper than nobody ever did. And the pain never went away.

Natasha's face faded, her shoulders downed.

Natasha: I didn't fake anything, Sam. I truly care about you, I always cared.

Sam: That's not true. I remember it. I remember when you said you cared about me, that you were here for me because you were my friend. I remember all the time you said we were a family, and that you'd never failed me or let me down. And I remember when you said you should have agreed with Stark, that I was childish and didn't belong here. I remember when you said I was lazy and useless, as much on the field than at the compound. I remember when you said I didn't have any sense of responsibility. I remember when you said I didn't deserve y'all to care about me.

Her voice broke more and more in each sentence. She whispered while saying the last one. A tear dropped off her right eye. She sniffled. Romanoff closed her eyes. She seemed ravaged. How could have she even said that?

Natasha: Sam...

Sam: See? I remember it all too well. But it's my fault I guess. Maybe I asked for too much.

Natasha: No, sweetheart, you didn't ask for too much. We told you about family, having your back, and we failed you. I was horrible with you, I shouldn't have said all that, it wasn't even true.

Sam sniffled again, and wiped her tears away. She shrugged, and looked at the spy.

Sam, whispering: Well, there was obviously a part of reality, otherwise you wouldn't have said that. These sentences weren't lies, unlike all the oaths you made me about family and trust...

She seemed pissed again, the fear had totally disappeared on her face, in her eyes.

Nat: Sam, I'm sorry, really really sorry, I- I lost it and I said things I never thought, I was just trying to hurt you, I didn't mean these sentences.

Sam: Well, it worked.

Natasha: What?

Sam: You did hurt me, congratulations, you did it!

She did a little dance, mocking the spy, trying to forget how much she suffered because of what the spy told her that day.

Natasha smiled a bit. Her face really looked tired. Not tired because she needed to sleep. Tired mentally. Tired of fighting against the people she loved. Tired of fighting with Sam especially. She didn't want to fight with her, she really wanted to be her friend again. But apparently Sam didn't see it the same way.

The blond woman finally went to put her snacks, laying on the floor a few meters forward, and left the room to go to her bedroom.

In less than time she took to think about it, Natasha was alone in the room.

So casually cruel in the name of being honest. (ATW10MVTVFTV)

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[starsnheroes]

💋 ( @ clint <3 )

la era la era la era third time is the charm

NOT TO STEAL KATE'S THUNDER ⸻ No, he would never want to do that. Kate's about to embark on one of the biggest journeys for a hero. Leading a team, and sure he had been the one to suggest this because the West Coast isn't really a hot spot for heroes (not like people thought). It's an oversight, and Kate's Hawkeye Investigations had been going well (or at least in his humble bias opinion).

He's proud of her, and now he's out in Santa Monica with her. He had come out West earlier, after he had been getting his life in order. That had came about after his travels across America with Red Wolf. The man had really been huge for him, and he knows he had been the same for Wolf. They had been lost, and it had been Wolf who would be picking him up off of bar floors and fetching the hangover cures.

Long story short, that led to Clint going sober; with the time-displaced man helping him out with that. Staring the program, he had learnt a thing or two about making amends and there had been one girl on the top of the list. Jessica Drew. He apologized a handful times, tried, and the sober apology had been the biggest.

It led to them talking, texting, and to where they were going to be today. CLINT BARTON MOVING TO THE WEST COAST. Who knows how long that will stick but for the time being? He was here. Bed-Stuy building would stay his property, but he's left Deke and Tito to play the super since he won't be in New York for an indefinite amount of time. The tenants got a nice landlord from afar. Under his protection, or well, he asked a few supers to check on (make sure they were safe).

Out here, he'd closer to Kate again. Helping out with Hawkeye Investigations, and he told her that he'd be around when she gets a team organized too. Yet he wasn't running it, he'd mentor and guide; be part-time on the team. Whatever Kat needs from him, but there's something bigger happening here. ONCE AGAIN, NOT TO STEAL KATE'S THUNDER.

Clint's moving up, starting something new and serious. Third time is the charm, and he had Jessica had been texting, calling a lot. He was kind of in love with her after all, and with all this West Coast business he had coming up? HE WANTED TO TALK A BIG LEAP. He asked her out again, but now just that. HEY CUPCAKE, TAKE A CHANCE ON ME. MOVE OUT HERE WITH ME.

⸻ And here's why he loves this woman, she said yes.

That's what lead him today, he's gotten them an apartment. Good size, nice location with plenty of food places in a reasonable distance, rooftop space and balcony, and what not. They still had some furnishing to do, stuff coming from their New York places of the must needs.

They had already seen each other, she had already been in the apartment doing her own things (keys sent to her so she could come home right away). However, they hadn't been in the apartment together yet. America yoinking him through a portal had kind of side tracked that.

Clint and Jess had gone for a walk, mostly to scout out what they wanted to have for dinner and pick it up right away. FOOD ACQUIRED, they were head for their apartment (it paid to be one of avengers who hoped between active status salary to reserve stipends; and to let Tony talk him once on how to be smart with money). IT'S A NICE PLACE.

Okay, call him corny. HE'S OOZING CHEESE KIND OF CHEESY. And yeah, he knows what this tradition is. He's done it before, but Clint's excited about this new lease on life. About the healing he's done, and sobriety was hard (he's talked to Jess about that, what to expect). NEW OPPORTUNITIES OUT WEST.

He feels like a cowboy, just a little bit with heading west again. Without warning once Jess has unlocked the door, turned the knob and pushed the door open ⸻ HE GOES TO LIFT HER UP. An arm tucking under her knees, another to support her back and sure it makes it awkward with their food bags. BUT HE'S GOT HER UP IN HIS ARMS.

A few steady steps through the door, and than Clint's leaning his face in to kiss her lips. BIGGEST GRIN, ❝ Welcome home, baby! ❞ He lets her down after another kiss, because they are hungry and they should probably try to assemble one more thing.

#ships; biitchcakes; and her kisses on his skin felt like wisps of butterfly wings turn to a slow inferno (spiderhawk) #ic; clint barton #asks; clint barton #biitchcakes #clint barton; biitchcakes #HE'S SO HAPPPY ! LOVEY !! #verse; clint barton; how many more chances can i have with you (biitchcakes)

[talesofesther]

Romanticized by her

Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: After catching you with Wanda, Kate's jealousy gets the best of her.

Requested by anon: Could you write something of Kate being jealous of Wanda?

A/N: A cute idea that I'm happy to indulge. I hope it's to your liking <3.

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To say that the Avengers compound was a bit of a maze was probably an understatement and for someone like Kate, who's been here for not even a whole month yet, getting anywhere was a challenge. Especially when she didn't have Clint or you to follow around.

Wearing her classic purple hoodie and pants, the archer was casually walking around the huge building. Basking in the late evening sun seeping through the ceiling-high windows and the feeling of the first spring air. Kate's goal was to try and find you, her partner.

Were you two partners already? She hoped so.

You had informed her in the morning that you would be out training today, so that's where Kate was trying to get to.

The girl huffed and started to think about how much of a mistake it was to wander around alone, and another complementary thought came to her mind; Kate has been spending a lot of time with you recently, she wouldn't have it any other way, but she also didn't think that not seeing you for a full day would make her feel so empty.

With a ghost of a smile, Kate thought; another one for the list of things you make her feel.

Opening what felt like the hundredth door, she finally found the training grounds. But seeing you there didn't make her smile like she was hoping.

Wanda landed on the ground with a thud and you had a proud smile on your face, your fists still raised. The witch chuckled and with a flick of her fingers, she brought you down almost on top of her.

"Come on that was so unfair." You laughed as you moved to lay beside Wanda and smacked her shoulder. Wanda joined in on the laughter and looked at you with what Kate could only assume was pure adoration, it made her blood boil.

"And is it not unfair that your fighting abilities are way better than mine?" Wanda raised an amused eyebrow at the girl lying beside her.

"Well, as you said..." You got up and offered your hand for Wanda to take. "We gotta keep things interesting." You winked with a teasing smile.

Kate's slow steps came to a halt when she noticed that you were also looking at Wanda like that. Her stomach twisted unpleasantly and her hands started to sweat.

'Come on Kate, you're not like this' She tried to convince herself. She also tried to tell herself that the two of you had absolutely nothing and that she had no right to feel possessive or jealous. Failed.

If the way that her heart was constricting inside her chest was anything to go by. She failed miserably.

When your eyes finally landed on her, Kate couldn't help but soften her features, which had started to resemble a storm as soon as she stepped into the room.

"Same time tomorrow?" Your adorable smile shouldn't be directed at Wanda, but it was.

"I'll be here." The witch smiled back, and with a fist bump that felt way too intimate for Kate's liking, she left.

"Got lost again, love?" You asked with a smile as you bent down to grab your towel and water bottle.

And if Kate wasn't so focused on her inner conflict she would have realized that she was the only one that you ever called love, or darling, or baby. Or that your smile now held a lot more feelings.

"Um yeah, big place." Kate let out a nervous chuckle with a smile that wasn't very convincing. She couldn't really meet your eyes, her chest felt tight as she fiddled with the hem of her hoodie. Too much.

"You've been here a while though." You came closer to her, your eyes searching.

"You've been here longer." Kate's words were slow, she bit her lip.

"Just a little." It was a whisper, but Kate heard because you were close. With gentle fingers under her chin, you brought Kate's head up to meet your eyes. "What's wrong hm?"

"Nothing, nothing's wrong. Why would... Anything be wrong? I mean look where we are, this is a dream..." Kate rambled on, her hands now gripping tightly at the end of her hoodie. It was a nervous habit, and her flushed cheeks made you smile.

"...I've always wanted... This..." Kate's voice trailed off and she gulped, her gaze seemed far away. One breath in, eyes down and then up again, they held nervousness. "...you."

You raised a curious eyebrow and Kate swore under her breath.

She cleared her throat and rearranged her thoughts on her hazy mind. "I mean, do you- do you like her?" Kate stumbled over her words, her voice was probably way more sentimental than she meant it to be, but she lost her control a long time ago. More specifically, ever since that fateful night with the dance and the champagne and a very touchy Y/N.

It was a treasured memory of hers. The fireworks, her hands holding you way closer than you should be, the kiss on her cheek as the clock hit midnight that made her whole body feel on fire, and the way your bodies moved slowly together to the song. Kate sometimes wondered if you had the same memories of that night, or if she had romanticized her own version of it.

"I see you two together a lot." Kate shrugged, trying to look less bothered. "Just curious."

You took some seconds to just look at the girl in front of you. Kate's eyes couldn't seem to stop in the same place for more than one second, she was moving from one foot to the other and had a cute blush on her cheeks. The scene only made you fall harder for the archer.

"She's a good friend but... I have my eyes on someone else." You smirked and brought your hand up to tuck a few strands of hair behind Kate's ear, taking the opportunity to sneak the same hand behind the girl's neck.

Kate was utterly hypnotized, her mouth hung open and all she could do was bring her hands to clutch at your waist. Her breath hitched when she felt you move closer.

Your lips met in pure bliss. You were both timid and still testing the waters, but it felt so right. Kate let her heart guide her and she brought your body flush against hers, kissing you as so to tell you everything she should have said since she first felt that spark.

"You two, stop snogging in my gym, it's sacred ground." Tony's amusedly annoyed voice through the speakers made you two break the kiss with a tiny startled jump. "Dinner's ready and we have news, get your asses up here." One last chuckle could be heard from him before he turned the speaker off.

Both of you had a shy yet adoring smile on your lips. "Let's go." Grabbing Kate's hand, you led her out of the gym and through the compound.

Later that night when Kate was happily laying in her bed with you steadily breathing in her arms, she thought that maybe her jealous drama paid off after all.

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[stuckybarton]

Sucker For Pain i

SUMMARY: You were new to the team, but what everyone didn't know was you weren't so new to the God of Mischief. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Ex!Reader [Ex to Lovers again?] WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Slight Angst and horrible self-image. Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 2,956 CHAPTERS: [1/3] A/N; Life happened and yeah, didn’t have much time to write. Not my best work for this mini-series, but I’m fighting through for this. Hope you guys enjoy~

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"Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You introduced yourself the first moment you were escorted into the compound by Director Nick Fury. Multiple sets of faces both new and old had come to greet you. For a moment you wouldn't even believe that this is was the new life you would find yourself to be a part of from now on.

Years in the job for SHIELD before disappearing off the grid to get as much information about HYDRA, everyone had thought you had betrayed them and you had accepted that they would think so lowly of you after all the near-deaths you had to endure on the job. Even with the mission becoming more of a death wish, you had accepted the role Nick had given you all those years ago and now you were rewarded, immensely. A spot on the Avengers as part of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

The familiar face of Nat was the first to greet you with a hug. A fiercely tight one, it had been so long since you've seen a friend. Then your eyes fell towards the rest of the team; Bucky Barnes, who you had a few close encounters with during your time with HYDRA. You had witness everything they had done to him and stood on trail to clean his name. Steve Rogers, who, with Sharon Carter, had assisted in guarding Steve while SHIELD was still under HYDRA's control. But among the familiar faces, one stood out the most.

Loki Laufeyson.

To many, the man was a snake, a God that had once brought death and destruction in New York. But to you, he was different, this was the man that you had spent your lonely nights with while under the guise of a traitor. It had once just been a physically thing between the two of you, neither wanting to know about each other's lives. You knew he was a God, a man that had wronged the world, but he had never known about you, the woman that had painted yourself as a traitor for the better of the world. The one that had been called every name on the book for the sake of making sure you did your part right.

Then it got serious between the two of you. Admission of love was told between both of your lips. But it was dangerous for you two to be together especially when you were already told by Fury that you can come back to the surface. You didn't know what side he was on, and you did not have the heart to make him choose if the time would come.

So you two parted. A month ago. The pain still throbbing you like an unattended bullet hole right through your heart. It was still so painful to look at him and not remember him crumbling on his knees begging you to stay. The first sob that escaped his lips and forever haunted your dreams. A never-ending loop in the back of your head as your demons screamed at you for breaking an already broken man.

"I for one am happy you're finally here. Another woman to add to an already Man's Man world in the compound." Nat teased glancing towards the other individuals that had come to know the new face. "With introductions out of the way, you've got a lot of explaining to do for the past few years."

You could only smile at your friend. You did have so much to explain to her, things had been murky between you and Clint, but after everything, Nat had refused to believe you would betray them, betray her, and it was finally a relief to be able to return back home, seeing the people that mean the most to you.

"Tell me about it." You muttered allowing Nat to quickly pull your away from the crowd, but it missed your eyes how he was still looking. Ice blue eyes a contract to the burning gaze he had towards you.

Forget about him. Forget about him. You were here for a new opportunity. No him. Never him.

For the next few weeks, everyone had grown to accept you in your new role as part of the Avengers. You kept up with Steve, Bucky, and Sam during their runs. Sam more than happy to finally have someone that had the same pace as him, but only for you to laugh and out run him just to get a reaction out of the high flier. Tony and Bruce had also found a kinship in you, having provided them enough information about HYDRA's experiments and location made most of their missions easier. Then there was Nat and Clint, your confidant in this new life. Every single moment that was not dedicated to a mission was spent with them; may it be movie night or a simple get together outside the compound, often times bringing Wanda and Vision along just to mess with you and call you a 5th wheel of the group.

But among number of members on the team, everyone had noticed you constantly avoided one Thor Odinson and one Loki Laufeyson. The only real time you would even dare talk to either of the brothers would be during training--other than that, you tried your best to avoid them, Loki most especially. Every single moment that would force the two of you to be in the same room, Loki had a glare while you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Everyone noticed, everyone didn't seem to worry too much. It comes with having a former-villain part of the team. They thought you would eventually get used to the God's presence just as much as they did.

"You ever gonna tell me what's going on between you and Loki?" Nat inquired avoiding your punch.

What you hated the most about sparring with Nat was her capability of multitasking. Talking and snooping about someone else's business while also kicking their ass in the process--this was the predicament you were in right in this very moment.

"Nothing is going on." You muttered landing back first on the mat after being thrown like a rag doll by Nat. Eyes looking at the ceiling, you wondered if it was a good idea to actually come clean to her about her past with the God of Mischief. "I know what he's done to New York and I think you can't blame me for taking precaution when it comes to him."

Nat now comes hovering on top of you, the narrowed eyes and gentle smirk was all you needed to know--she knew it was bullshit. But when she had stopped pushing you for more information, it was enough for you to just change the subject.

"They found Dominic?" You inquired. One of the first big missions that everyone was focusing on was one of the leading Scientist for HYDRA. With the exposure of HYDRA to the world, some of them had moved away and found themselves in much shadier company, much to everyone's radar now spiking.

Dominic Wagner was, in part, partially responsible for the Winter Soldier program in the modern era. One of the pioneers in moving the project into a much younger sets of test subjects. You lost contact with the man as soon as your got back into the surface, but it had also meant a target was on your back when they found out you were a double agent.

"He's in Russia. Wasting away all the funding for the program with parties" Nat points out. "Still a better way to spend the money that abducting kids everywhere."

You nodded, memories of files upon files for the prospects still haunted you to this day.

"When are you taking him out?" You inquired. In your time with the SHIELD, the red in both of your ledger had made you two a hot commodity if the situation present itself as shoot to kill. Neither of you would hesitate. You knew you would now, after everything, but if it means one less bad people in this earth, you would swallow your new morals.

"Fury wants him alive." She pointed out finally standing back up to her own two feet, leaving you on your back, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. "I know as much as you do, we want him dead for everything he has done, but we need him alive so we can get the others."

You nodded, this was one of the few things you had to get used to as part of the team. Death was best solution in SHIELD--at least in your team, not here. As long as you were part of Steve's team, you would need to choose whether or not killing would be the best option. Hope that you weren't so blessed to be given in your time under.

"I get a first shot when we don''t have any use of him anymore." You muttered finally standing back up with Nat's help. Steps faltering at the sight of the God of Mischief, training with the likes of Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes. A weird mix up, but wasn't hard to understand why.

"Why don't you shoot your shots with him for now." Nat teased, finally making you break from staring at the plain black shirt and green sweatshort-clad Loki Laufeyson. "If we try to ignore the death count during his attack, he is sort-of your type in men." Nat wiggled her brows. quick to avoid you as you attempted to swat her in the ass, eyes now turned away from God and his training partners.

"By type, you mean psychotic with possible Daddy-issue? Then you might just be right." You snort.

"I'm offended you think of me as such, Darling"

Jerking your head to the owner of the voice, how the hell did he sneak up behind you without you noticing. You glanced at Nat in panic and like the traitor that she was, made a terrible excuse of being needed in Bruce's lab. Now being left in the man's presence, you could all but remember the last time you had been this close to the man.

Heartbreaks.

Words that you didn't mean.

Words that he didn't mean.

It still hurt you, and you were sure it hurts him just as much, if not more now, finally realizing why there had been a need for a breakup between the two of them all those weeks ago.

"Here I thought I would have someone to trust. You mortals continue to disappoint me." He hissed.

Your eyes glanced at the other training trio, noticing all three of them were in their own little world to even noticed what was going on between the two of them.

"Tell me, Darling..." He whispered, head leaning towards the shell of your ears. The familiar shiver run through your skin as just his voice. Memories of the very things his silver tongue had whispered had you flustered and breathless, more than from your earlier training with Nat. "Was it satisfying to play with a God?"

Before you could even mutter a word, his constantly gentle hand now covered your jaw, emitting a squeak from your lips and stopping you from saying a word. He was never this forceful, nor did he do anything that would hurt you. Was this the true nature of the man you had finally thought you have been the best part of you. To have loved a man that everyone was right to stay away from?

"Or is it shame finally coming to you, to be ever involved with someone like me?"

You tried to pry his hand away from you, but he was too strong--stronger than you could ever think of being.

"Or is this you taking your opportunity to move from one bed to another? Who will it be this time, Y/N? My oaf of a brother or will it be Soldier out of time? Who will you whore this time?"

And you finally snapped. With a resounding slap, all three individuals had heard your attack on the man and Loki finally releasing his hold on your jaws. A chuckle escaped his lips and only brought the first line of tears to fall from your eyes. You never wanted to believe him to be a monster, but here he was, proving her wrong.

"I am in doubt of the foundation of our relationship for the past years, Y/N. I am the God of Mischief and Lies and the only mortal I had ever truly opened to had done this to me. Lied to me for such a long time, lied about the entirety of our relationship."

"You will never understand."

"Oh no," he chuckled darkly, eyes glaring straight into your own. "I understand well enough to know, you would never love someone like me and I deserve every lie and heartache I am enduring because of everything I have ever done in my past."

Before you could defend yourself and the genuinity of your relationship with the God, he had made his excuse. Leaving you to ponder of the true damage of your breakup with Loki, and the aftermath it had now held for the both of you. He was right, you had lied, and either way, their relationship will fall apart because of those lies.

He was the God of Mischief and Lies.

Yet, he did not expect for this biggest lie to break him the most. The separation had been painful, he had always hoped for a better life with you. Then a month passed since your breakup, he sees you, it hits him like a sharp knife to the chest all over again. He experience the pain of a stab to the chest, but it would never compare to the pain of seeing you in this very compound with the truth of your life that you refused to ever open to him.

This was karma coming to haunt him it seems.

It had been well over a week now since the first time he had actually confronted you about everything. It wasn't how he planned for things to go through. He never wanted to hurt you, but he was a monster after all. A monster that his own father had told his people to avoid. A bedtime story to scare mischievous kids into submission.

He had always thought after everything he had to endure, had to do, had to escape, he could finally live a peaceful life. A life to finally start anew. A life where he could finally change for the best. A mortal woman had made him make those ideas come into reality, you had always became the reason why he would never have his redemption in life.

A bitter idea with no possible resolution.

How could he have ever believed that anyone would ever love someone like him? After everything he had ever done, he was never allowed to be loved. You had proved that somehow.

'Mr. Laufeyson, you are needed for a meeting with the team'

Breaking from his little bubble. He sighed finally returning back to reality, into the little comforts the library could give him. The week had been gruelling for him, three individual witnessed the altercation between himself and you. It had spread like wildfire, but thanking the Gods that no one was able to listen to the conversation.

He had to endure most of the questioning. In everyone's eyes, he was, after all, still under everyone's constant scrutiny. A man that no one could trust. But he refused to say a single word knowing you did the same thing. It was better to keep your mouth shut instead of letting people know exactly what had happened. Somehow that brought a smile on his face. He might not share a future with you, but might as well make the most out of making your life a living hell, as much you did it to him.

Shutting the book he was barely even reading, he placed the book back into the shelf before walking his way towards the meeting room.

He could easily teleport, but he preferred to enjoy his moments of peace without his oaf of a brother breathing down his neck or Stark constantly testing his patience with his quips. It also gave him a moment to school his features, he knew well enough about the mission to know you would also be in attendance. Be more invested in this mission than anyone else.

It was a few things he was relearning about you now that you were out in the open as everyone claims you to be. You were a free spirited being that could meld with anyone you were in the area with. He had watched you throw relentless jabs at Tony during your first few days that had the man surprisingly raise a white flag. But the most dangerous thing he had to learn was the familial relationship you had with one Natasha Romanoff and Clint Burton, two people that he kept his distance with the most.

"Professor Snape has finally graced us with his presence."

Loki has learned since joining the team to choose his battle when it comes to Tony. This was one of those moment. Finding a vacant chair besides his brother, he had taken his seat. A big mistake on his part as he finds from across the table, you sat. In between a glaring Romanoff and Barton.

Wearing a smirk, just to get on the two super spies' nerve, he turned his attention right back into the meeting. He begins formulating a few little schemes to not only get on the two's nerved, but most especially yours.

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Just the Two Of Us- Natasha Romanoff x Daughter! Reader

requested by someone on my wattpad:)

warning: endgame (it's not really a warning but w.e), character death, angst, mom! nat, fluff at the end

summary: natasha thought she lost everything after the snap. she was in fact wrong

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When the avengers were informed that a mad purple titan was trying to eliminate half the universe, they didn't expect the result they got.

Natasha had dragged you along because you begged her. She thought the most you would get was maybe a few broken ribs or something of that nature. She was so wrong.

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Thanos had just snapped. She watched bucky and wanda disappear. Of course her first reaction was to find you. She had to. She ran around looking for you and saw you hovering over the outlook of the field. You were just staring. She practically ran you over. "Oh thank god. Are you ok? What hurts?" You looked at her and smiled. "Nothing. Well, nothing we weren't made to handle." Just then, you started to feel tingly. You couldn't describe it. It hurt but it felt...odd. Your mom noticed your change in behavior. "What's wrong?" You looked at your hands. "I feel...off." Tears clouded her eyes. "No. You'll be ok. Please don't go. Please. You're all i have." Her crying made you cry. "Mama, i'm scared. What's happening? I don't wanna. I wanna stay here. Please. Mama." Sue held you as she felt you disappear. The last thing she heard was. "Mama. Help me please." Then, she was holding air. She fell down and started sobbing.

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That was 5 years ago. She still wasn't over it. That's why when scott came and proposed time travel, she was the first one to agree.

They each had their own teams. Each team had one chance to get it right. She was paired with clint to go get the soul stone. She was determined to get you back. Whatever it took.

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When they got there, they had realized that one of them had to die. Natasha wanted it to be her. Part of her did. The other part, was waiting to see you again.

So, clint was the one to jump. She hated herself. He died for the world. He was a hero but would she ever be able to forgive herself. Probably not.

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A few hours later, they were in the middle of a battle with thanos (past thanos) and his crew. Bruce had snapped, causing him to hurt his arm. It was just her and steve. Against a whole army. She was prepared. Just then, she heard the intercom turn on. "Hey cap....on your left." Then, portals opened and everyone who was snapped appeared. She looked around in awe, for you.

She didn't get much time because they all engaged in battle. She had just helped carol with the gauntlet, even though it was useless.

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She had gotten cornered by 5 minions. She had taken out 2 but the 3 remaining were stronger. Just when she thought she was going to die. But, someone came and started attacking the last 3. It was you. You used some widow bites your mother had given you as well as some guns to take out the last 3. You huffed then turned around to her. "Hey mama-" Just then she ran over to you and crushed you in a hug. "My baby. I missed you." She started crying which made you cry. "I'm here mama. and i'm never leaving again. i promise."

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