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natashaslesbian · 6 months

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We Saved Each Other (Part Three)

Summary: Natasha finds herself feeling protective over you when you have to go and see Doctor Bruce

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader)

Warnings/Content: Red Room references, medical check up, needles, crying, Fury appears, Nat being the biggest softie

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You woke up with a slight panic, the unfamiliar feeling of the sheets over your skin confusing your small brain. You reached out a single arm and folded it over to pull on your cuffs, but they didn’t seem to be there. You peered around the dimly lit room and your gaze caught a larger frame on the floor, sprawled out with curly red locks. So - yesterday hadn’t been a dream? You were still in your fluffy clothes and in the company of the one person who had ever shown you kindness. Almost on cue, Natasha began to stir. She groaned slightly, probably relieving the ache in her neck from sleeping on the floor. You pulled the duvet up to your chin, afraid the woman would see you and change her mind at hospitality she was offering you. When the redhead saw you were awake too, she smiled. So warmly. So calmly. “Good morning sweetheart!” Her soft nature had you itching to smile back “did you sleep well darling?” She asked, you only managed a nod. Natasha peeled herself from the floor and came to sit beside you, she opened her hand towards you “it’s okay, you’re still safe I promise” she could read you so well. You reached your hand out and slotted it into hers. “No chain?” You whispered.

The older widows heart dropped. They still did that? “No, no chains darling, you’re free to leave the bed whenever you’d like” this was so alien to you, but you sucked in a sharp breath and used your feet to push down the duvet and reach your other arm to Nat. She helped you down off the bed “thank you” you said “you’re very welcome, would you like some breakfast?” You couldn’t quite remember the last time you had eaten, and you were definitely hungry “no thank you” you lied. “It’s alright, you can have something to eat if you’d like” Natasha said “bread?” You questioned, “how about some toast?” You thought inquisitively “toast?” You had never heard of it before “it’s just like bread” the agent started “but it’s warm and you can but butter or jam on top” you were defiantly curious now “please may I have toast?” You smiled “of course”

You decided you wanted to have whatever Natasha was having on her toast, and today she chose butter. You watched her every move as she prepared the simple breakfast. “Here we are” she said. It was almost comical how excited you were over such a basic food but Natasha knew your taste buds hadn’t explored much at the red room. “Is it good?” She said “yes! So tasty!” You squealed, making the most noise you had since Natasha met you, she was loving seeing more of your personality. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. “Good morning agent Romanoff!” Fury loudly made his presence known. You slid right back into your shell, not daring to look up from your plate “good morning” Romanoff said. “I’ve set up a doctors appointment for the young one, in an hour at the tower with doctor Banner, I thought you might like to take her there” take you where? To see a doctor? Didn’t Natasha say you were safe? The red head sensed your tension and came to Fury for a quiet word “um, is there any chance doctor Cho could see her? She might feel more comfortable with a female” she said “she’s away I’m afraid, it’s doctor Banner or no one” Fury boomed “he’s just gonna give her a check up and take some blood so we can get some information on her” Natasha felt her blood rising “she’s not a lab rat” she shot at her superior “No. but she is entirely unidentified to us. We don’t even know her name. It’s not to scare her Romanoff, it’s to help her okay. Try not to worry. I understand it’s close to home but I promise we’ll keep her safe” Nick’s words calmed Nat slightly, she still knew you would be terrified but she also knew this was important. Who knew what injury’s you could have.

You followed Natasha’s every instruction. Followed her to the car. Sat silently the whole journey. Quietly followed her into the avengers tower. Of course she was looking out for you, trying to assure you that you were safe but you were still scared. “Okay little one” she said as she came down to your level outside of a white door “my really good friend Bruce is a doctor, and he’s going to have a little look at you okay? He’s going to make sure that you’re well and that you’re not hurting. I promise he won’t hurt you” you hoped and prayed that ‘doctor Banner’ would be a girl, but no, instead it was a man, your biggest nightmare. The door opened to reveal a small hospital room, medical equipment littered everywhere, and everything you were afraid of was clear to your eyes. You couldn’t step foot in there. Silent tears crept towards your eyes and the widow was instantly at your side “hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re safe I promise. I’m gonna be here the whole time and I’ll protect you, I promise!” She soothed, it worked for a moment and you crept towards the bed “can I lift you up?” Nat asked, you nodded. You sat in a nervous quietness and as promised, Natasha stayed right by your side. The door crashed open. A doctor came in. You whined quietly and leaned towards Nat. She was slightly took by surprise but immediately wrapped her arm around your shoulders, shushing you softly.

“Hi there, I’m Bruce” the doctor said. He had been filled in on the basics so decided to skip most of the small talk. You apprehensively let him check your temperature, eyesight and blood pressure. At the mention of having to look over your body for injury you focused your attention to the red head. “You don’t have to be ashamed of them, remember?” She said, quoting from your conversation last night. While keeping your dignity, you undressed and sceptically let Bruce take a look at you. He took notes, so many notes on his clipboard. He was probably writing down everything that was wrong with you. Banner made the examination as quick as possible, sensing how uncomfortable you were. He was glad to note down that you didn’t appear to have any recent injuries. “Ok” he said “there’s just one last thing we need to do okay. We need to have a blood test to make sure you’re all healthy inside and so we can learn a little more about you” what did they need to know? There’s nothing wrong with you. “It’s just a quick little prick darling. It’ll be over before you know it. And then I can find out your name. I’m sure it’s just as beautiful as my new friend” you didn’t quite understand her, who was she calling beautiful? Bruce tried to be discreet, but as soon as you saw the needle you flipped.

“NO. NO. NO.” You screamed as you pulled away from them both “you say safe! You going to hurt me!” You started crying your heart out. Natasha was taken aback. “Sweetheart it’s okay I promise, we’re not going to hurt you it’ll just be a small prick” her words brought no comfort. You cried and cried. It was happening again. You trusted her and she was betraying you “No! Let me go!” You screamed as arms wrapped tightly around you “I’ve got you darling, I’m gonna keep you safe I promise” Natasha whispered into your ear. You calmed ever so slightly, her voice bringing you comfort. You were to weak to fight her, there was no where to go. Bruce came towards you with a sharp needle. you would tell them anything they wanted to know, anything that would stop the pain walking towards you. Nat’s grip tightened around you, suffocating you in her warmth. The doctor decided this was his only chance. The needle pushed past your skin, sinking into your blood. You let out the most gut wrenching scream, Natasha had to hold back her tears, she knew all to well what you were going through. “Y/N!” You screamed “my name is y/n” your voice was hoarse, like you were swallowing glass “I promise. Please!” it was hard to comprehend but Natasha heard it “y/n” she cooed “it’s okay y/n. Your safe” nothing seemed to stop the pain and memories that filled your little head. The only thing you could do was squeeze your eyes tightly shut, just hoping and praying it would be over soon. all your strength was gone, small whimpers were all you could release.

“Hey y/n, look” her soft voice caught your attention. She pointed over Bruce, on the other side of the room. “It’s all done” she said “you did so well y/n” you continued to whimper into her shoulder for a few moments and although you were hurting, Natasha was loving holding you so close. “Well done y/n. We’re all finished now” Bruce said. The older widow was quick to remove you from such a frightening environment and headed to her bedroom in the tower. The morning had taken its toll on you, you were in desperate need of a nap, but you knew you weren’t allowed one. “Here we are y/n. This is my bedroom, and you can stay here for as long as you need. You hummed in an unsure agreement “would you like to take a nap sweetheart?” Natasha said as she sat you down her bed. “I can have nap?” You said as you rubbed your sore red eyes “of course you can y/n. It’s okay if you’re tired and need a rest” you shyly nodded and crawled up to the pillows with Natasha’s approval. Nat helped to tuck you in all snug and then set off to the door “Natty?” You whined. Her heart stopped, the first time you used her name and it was the most beautiful nickname she had ever been given. “Yeah y/n?” She said “will ou howld me pwease?” You mumbled, already falling to sleep “of course” the redhead wasted no time and climbed into her plush bed with you, you wrapped yourself around her and fell into a deep slumber.

Natasha was too shocked to move. This tiny little person she had known for less than 48 hours had given her so much trust. But Nat knew she was a monster, even if the little y/h/c haired girl didn’t. Natasha was still traumatised by her past, how could she help you deal with yours? She didn’t know the first thing about caring for a toddler, or even about caring for herself. The widow thought of countless ways she could give you a better life, she could take you to an adoption agency, maybe Clint’s family could take you in? But every idea came back to the same thought, she would miss you so much. Natasha couldn’t imagine ever letting you go, she wanted to hold you like this forever. She carefully reached for her phone and dialled her new found friend “Hey Natasha” he answered after a few rings “Hi Clint” Nat said as she took a deep breath “her name’s y/n” Clint smiled, although Natasha couldn’t see it “how’s she doing?” He asked “she’s frightened, scared, afraid, she just fell asleep…” she trailed off “and?” Clint said, already knowing his new partner so well “and” Natasha started “I’m gonna keep her”

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I’m loving writing this series, please please send me any ideas you’d like me to include or touch on!

-Astara🩷

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x little!reader #clint x natasha #director fury #nick fury #clint barton #autistic spectrum #natasha x y/n

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i-just-came-here-for-drugz · 2 years

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Y/n [completely out of touch with feelings, trying to describe an emotion]: I feel, um, glittery? buzzy. like peeling my skin off?

Wanda and natasha concerned: 😧

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phaticserpent · 9 months

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I bet I could stop Ultron from destroying the planet with my autistic charm and offputting vibes

I'm infodumbing him so hard that he doesn't even remember what he set out to do. The Avengers come to stop him and he just waves his hand and hushes them because I'm getting to the good part about why chimps are terrifying

LMAOOOOOOOOO "autistic rizz" so true, you're so real for that

He can't even tell you to slow down, you've been talking to him about your hyperfixation and he's understanding every second. I mean, the amount of words coming out of your mouth should be a new record.

"...aren't you thirsty?"

"Only for you."

"What."

"Not thirsty!" You declared before rambling on and on about everything you had to say. Ultron just blinked and blinked, unable to get a word in as he was interested as well.

He has never seen or encountered someone as bright eyed and passionate about such a subject. He was completely distracted.

"I admire your passion and the deep research you must've done." He praised. "This is definitely something everyone should do and strive to be." He chuckled.

"Oh, it's nothing." You grinned. "You're an awesome person to talk to, genuinely....I don't think I ever had someone sit down to listen as I ramble about stuff."

"Well, those people are stupid, and I'm honored you think I'm easy to talk to." Ultron gave you a soft smile. Meanwhile, his vents were going insane to cool himself off from the unexpected compliment.

"Awesome! I have more to tell you."

By the time the Avengers infiltrated Ultron's lair, you and him were already in an in-depth conversation. They stole glances at each other, confused and worried about your safety. They were about to approach to bring Ultron to justice, when you both turned around.

"They're getting to the good part!"

"I'm getting to the good part!"

The Avengers just paused and looked at each other in confusion. You gestured them to leave by furiously shooing at them, to which they took the signal and disappeared in silence. Before they left, they heard a muffled,

"Right? Chimps are absolutely terrifying."

#drabble #ultron #marvel #ultron x reader #ultron/reader #autistic rizz #autistic things #idk what else to tag #fanfic #fanficiton #age of ultron #mcu ultron #ultron is hot #avengers age of ultron

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comfortmarvelimagines · 1 year

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Headcanons request for Tony Stark’s daughter and tony being overprotective when someone says something mean in public when you stim. Thank you

(Except I liked this so much it became a full fic. Can be read standalone or as WYCFTQ)

You truly never understood the value neurotypicals placed on spontaneity. Its opposite, routine was everything that kept you grounded; safe, predictable, generally within your scope of capacity. Your worst days were the ones that were shoved off kilter by a change in plans, a cancellation, a meltdown that threw your timetable for a loop. You went to school, went to the tower, went home. That was your world. Small, but anything bigger felt unmanageable. Even that was barely manageable. So when Tony announced a surprise for you and Peter on an afternoon where school let off early, you felt unbalanced.

“Mr Stark, pleaaaaaseeeee tell us I literally can’t wait. I might die,” Peter, ever-impatient and fuelled by ADHD after his meds had worn off for the day, was literally vibrating with suspense. As opposed to your drained stillness, feeling like the floor had collapsed under you.

“You’ll like it, that’s all I’m giving you. Patience is a virtue, young one,” Tony raised an eyebrow at Peter, feigning a lecture. “And you’ll be fine,” he turned to you. “We’ve practiced using your strategies. We’ll bring stim toys, your headphones, and I’ve asked where we’re going to turn the lights down and music off to make it accessible. And they listened, because I’m me. We can leave as soon as you need, and you’ve got your communication device to tell us if you’re non-verbal. You’ve got this. It’ll be good for you, and for this hyped one over here,“ he ruffled Peter’s hair. “Capische? Good. Let’s go.”

Tony drove, but kept the music fairly low key. Peter was bouncing in the front seat, animatedly keeping a running list of all the possibilities that got increasingly far-fetched as Tony refused even the slightest hint. You had to admit, even through the snowdrift of anxiety that felt like it was building by the second, it was pretty funny. Amusing, even. Eventually, the Audi pulled into the parking lot of a mall and as he swung it in to park in the electric vehicle charging station, Tony pulled a baseball cap on low over his eyes.

“Alright, you ready?”

Peter was already halfway out of the car before the engine had been cut off. Tony turned to you. “Well, clearly someone is”, he gestured to Peter. “You doin’ okay?” At your nod, he continued in a near-whisper. “We’re going to a toy store. There’s Lego and sensory stuff for days, and I promise you’ll like it. But if it’s too much, I’m right here, and you’ve got your device to communicate. You say the word and we leave, no hesitation, okay?” At the mention of where you were going, you started happy flapping and bounced in your seat. Sensory stuff AND lego? Fuck yeah!!!! Some of the anxiety snowdrift melted back down and you got out to join Peter, who still had no idea where you were going and looked like the fact was making him positively implode. It was funny just how different you were, yet how you were both going to love this place.

At some point between the car and the store, you grabbed Tony’s hand. It was grounding, which you needed when the sensory overload of the general mall walkthrough got disorienting. You stopped, fluorescent lights searing into your brain and the beginning of the meltdown urge to run crept up your spine. Peter, miles ahead and oblivious to just about everything except the mystery destination, kept going, but Tony pulled your noise canceling headphones out of his jacket pocket. “You left these in the car,” he said by way of explanation, “And we’re nearly there. You’ve got this.” Resolve strengthened, you pulled the headphones over your ears, pressing the button on the side, hoodie pulled up, determined. If nothing else, you were going to get there for Peter’s sake- he might explode from excitement if it wasn’t soon.

In line with Tony’s promise, the toy store was bliss. The lights were dimmed and corporate music absent (thank Thor, and whatever other gods are out there), and the Lego. Oh my god, the LEGO. Rows of Star Wars and flowers and little city buildings and a huge tub of loose pieces, next to a free play table in the centre of the display. Sticking your hands deep into the cool plastic pieces felt positively heavenly, and in forgetting anyone else was around you were stimming freely in unfiltered joy. Vocal stimming, too.

“Surely you’re too old to be making those sorts of noises. I mean, I’d expect them from my 2 year old grandchild, not at your big age.”

The admonishment came from a woman, somewhere between middle- and old-age, making her way over to you from the baby doll section. You froze. She meant you? You were so happy you hadn’t been masking, not forcing the happy stimmy noises down the way you typically did when in the presence of others.

“Yes, you, don’t look at me all stunned. What are you doing in here anyway? You look too old to be playing, with Lego or with anything else.”

Fear felt like it was shutting down your access to comprehensible thought. Like moving through jelly, you pulled the lanyard around your neck forward to show the woman the pin. It was a green sunflower lanyard, the hidden disabilities awareness kind, and the button read “Please do not touch me. I’m Autistic.” You felt a distressed sound come from the back of you throat, whining, that you just couldn’t push down. Tony Tony whERE IS TONY?

“Hey y/n, have you seen-“

“Oh, so you’re special. That’s nice of your… people… to bring you out like this. You know, into the community.”

“What the fuck did you just say to my kid.”

The baseball cap was off. Tony had come from the back of the store, from the sensory section with Peter, and stepped straight into the middle of the degrading, one-sided conversation you were now trying to practice your breathing exercises through. You’d practiced them a million times, with Tony, Peter, Nat, Bucky, everyone said to practice because when the time came you needed them to work but right now you weren’t sure they were enough because you felt like you were drowning. Special. You weren’t fucking special, not in the way she meant it, you were just Autistic and Autistic is fine, Autistic isn’t bad, you had as much right to be here as anyone else but that word was making your ears ring, and you felt like your head was underwater and you couldn’t breathe and your hands were flapping but not in the good way in the too much bad energy need to get it out way. You needed weight, pressure, grounding, to be crushed, and, no longer paying attention to the conversation between Tony and the stranger, you pulled your AAC forward from its crossbody strap.

“Squeeze. Tony.”

“Okay, kid, yes, squeeze. I hear you.” You basically body slammed him as he crouched down to your level, and you hummed in relief as the hug was all the input your nervous system was craving. He turned to speak over the top of you.

“I need you to leave. Now. You had no right to say what you did. This is a public place, and my kid deserves access in the way that works for them. That includes stimming, and playing, in the way that brings them joy. I hope you learn from this.”

You assumed she left, because he didn’t say anything else. You stayed, tightly held, until you pulled back from the hug cautiously.

“Do you want to leave?” You shook your head. No. As awful as that whole interaction had been, getting here was a task and you didn’t feel you had made it worth it yet. “Want to see the sensory toys?” Yes yes yes a million times yes. Nodding wasn’t enough; with trepidation, a little of the flappy happy hands broke through. Not fully, though. The word ‘special’ still echoed in the back of your mind, unwanted and uncomfortably present.

The sensory toy section was pure magic. There were bubble tubes, tactile fidgets, bouncy seats, spinners, lights, glitter bottles, projectors, a reversible sequin dinosaur, acupressure rings, a cocoon swing hanging from a frame… It was like a goldmine of sensory wonder. As you joined Peter in discovery, little by little the mask you put up melted away and you were spinning, joyfully bouncing on the balls of your feet, happy vocal stims free and unjudged. And if Tony was putting aside one of everything you showed interest in to purchase and bring home with you, well, of course he was. If he couldn’t make the ableist public go away, the least he could do was provide you with the safest, most inclusive and loving home possible.

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maximoffslilwitchintraining · 11 months

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Just no touch

Wanda x Autistic!reader

Summary: readers on the verge of a meltdown and Wanda wants to cuddle them. Reader doesn’t want to push her away so they instead push themselves a bit too far.

Warnings: Overstimulation, semi nonverbal, sign language, lil angst but then all is good.

A/N: just a silly little thought I had. a very short little scene sort of for my autistic folks who also pushes themselves too far too not upset the people we care about. <3 take care of yourselves and remember its okay to ask for space my loves

Sort of proof read but my brain isn’t working at full speed in this heat.

requests open as always x

word count: 633

A few of the avengers were in the living room talking laughing and playing games. The noise and the long day had finally gotten to you so after fighting to stay up for just a little longer you finally gave in when you felt yourself get close to a meltdown. after wishing everyone goodnight you snuck off and you were just getting into bed when you heard a light knock on the door. You knew immediately who it was, and surely enough, Wanda's sweet face peeked into your room.

“You awake декта?”

“Mhmm, come in.” You made grabby hands at her. All though you were tired you adored being in her company, you were however way too overstimulated at this point. You sat up as Wanda threw herself on your bed.

“Can I pleeease sleep in here baby? I’d really like some cuddles.” You squirmed at that word. You love Wanda and her snuggles, but after such a long overstimulating day, the thought of being touched seemed painful. She kissed your cheek and your face heated up. You pecked her lips hoping that would be enough and she’d lay down.

“You sleepy honey?” You nodded laying down. She settled next to you. You chose to roll away after a kiss on her forehead, needing the sleep desperately.

“Night night baby girl.” Wanda Snuggled into your back, arms wrapping around you tightly. You could feel her breath against your neck where she occasionally leave kisses, before dosing off. You on the other hand did not sleep. Your skin was on fire and no matter how tired you were you couldn’t help the building feeling. You attempt to push her arm off but it's not long before she puts it back. Wanda sound asleep, had of course no clue what was happening. The feeling was suffocating and it only got worse by the minute. Around 3am Wanda stirred a little and must have woken up as you heard her sleepy words.

“Come here baby. You awake?” You spun around fighting tears as she pulled you in for a hug. It felt awful how could you react like this to your girlfriend's touch? You refused to push her away, but the thing about dating a witch is, secrets are impossible to keep. Her green eyes scanned your face her own falling into a frown as she observed the distress you were clearly in.

“Sweetheart what's wrong?” She ran her thumb along your cheek where tears had left them wet and cold. You quickly flinched, moving away from her touch. She looked at you hoping for an answer, but you only shook your head. At this point starting to go nonverbal, which only frustrated you further.

“Can you speak?” She backed off a little leaving space between the two of you.” You shook your head no.

“May I?” She motioned her hand towards your head. Asking for permission to read your mind. You nodded seeing no better way. Once able to understand the situation, Wanda's eyes became glossy with tears. “Baby girl, you can always tell me when it's too much, I don’t ever want to hurt you.” You gave her a weak smile nodding.

“Are you okay with me sleeping in here, and be honest dekta.” You nodded, because you did want her company.

*Just no touch* You signed.

“Okay sweets, How about we let bear sleep in between us tonight.” She grabbed your big teddy bear placing his fluffy little body between the two of you. You gave her a smile wiping your tears away.

“That works?” Her eyes seeming so soft as she watched over you as you snuggled into the the teddy bears fur, clearly exhausted. When you nodded she finally settled down again. Your tired hand stretched out caressing Wandas cheek.

“You don’t have to do that baby.” You smiled, and nodded in an attempt to assure her it was okay before drifting off to sleep. Knowing You’d feel much better in the morning.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #autistic reader #wanda x autistic!reader #maximoffslilwitchintraining #Avengers

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juiles · 11 months

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Overwhelmed

Summary: y/n, Scarlett’s autistic adult daughter has an overwhelming weekend which leads into a meltdown.

Triggers: autistic meltdown

Type: hurt/comfort

A/N: in no way do I know how all autistic people struggle but i wrote this based on my experience and how i feel while overstimulated.

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This had been the worst 3 days ever in existence. Well maybe not ever but for me it’s been really rough. I had meeting after meeting on saturday with different people for work. Sunday I had a family thing, being in a church for 2 hours then interacting with said family for a 3 hour dinner. Today I had to run errands for my mum which meant more people.

I don’t do well with people, being in groups is really hard for me and keeping my mask up for the long hours is exhausting. My mom is pretty good at keeping up with me and knowing when i need to stop but she was really busy this week and being an adult it meant i had to do all this on my own. She also had to deal with the kids this weekend on her own since Colin had to film.

After doing some chores around the house I finally closed myself off in my bedroom, locking the door, turning my lights off, unplugging everything and wrapping myself up in my weighted blanket in my sensory swing with my airpods on playing very soft white noise. I sat there for what i thought was only an hour or so however when I finally felt a little calmer and I emerged from my room, mom and both kids were back and instantly could feel my senses overloading again.

I flinched when Rose collided with my legs screaming. I covered my ears quickly and shut my eyes but my hands were quickly pulled off and my mom was talking to me.

“Y/n. Go deal with Cosmo and dinner for me? You’ve been cooped up in your room all day for no reason.”

I went to open my mouth to talk to her but she cut me off immediately. “No i said go.”

I instantly shut down, nodding my head and running downstairs to do as asked. I pulled Cosmo into my arms and he slowly settled down as I stirred up the dinner before placing it in the oven. Colin shoved the door open creating a loud bang making me flinch again. Cosmo started crying again and buried into me. Mom came back down with a babbling Rose who she instantly handed over to me. I went into the living room and placed them both down and they instantly started playing with their toys. My hand twitched, my tics starting up.

“Mom…” I murmured towards my moth who sat down beside me. I covered my ears with my hands again and started to rock myself slightly. “Mama…”

I felt a hand touch my arm and before I could even think about it, my body flinched back and a scream ripped from my throat as I pulled myself away. “No!!” Tears welled up and my hands started curling around my hair pulling slightly. My chest felt restricted and suddenly the clothes i was wearing felt like fire on my skin, the couch was too rough, my socks weren’t on right and my hair was rubbing in my face to much.

The lights in the living room were still to bright behind my shut eyes, the noises of my moms voice and the kids crying were way to much. My moms hand on my shoulder felt like a weight pulling me down and my body felt like it wanted to fight nothing.

It was like my whole world went dark all of a sudden and I couldn’t breath.

Scarlett’s pov

Placing my hand on my daughters shoulder then hearing her scream scared the shit out of me but seeing her curl up into a ball screaming no scared me even more. I haven’t seen her have a full meltdown like this in years. I took a second to think about what could have caused it then I realized her weekend. It was full of people and meetings. She had even tried to warn me before but I was too sidetracked to hear her.

“Colin, take the littles upstairs and put a movie on in our room. Grab her weighted blanket, airpods and phone from her room and bring them down before going back to the kids.” I quickly barked out making Colin snap into action and he snatched the two little ones before running upstairs.

I turned to my eldest and despite her screams to not touch her I pulled her hair up into a messy bun and pulled the sweater she had around her shoulders off throwing it off to the side. I felt her stuff be put on my lap and I quickly pulled her blanket around her tightly before placing her airpods in her ears playing the white noise. I quickly unplugged everything in the room and turned off the lights. I pulled the blackout curtains down and closed the door to the living room.

I sat back against the coffee table, within arms reach of her but not touching her. She slowly stopped screaming and quickly it was only small sobs leaving her mouth.

Y/N pov

I could feel my hair being pulled back and despite my best efforts the hands wouldn’t go away. The sweater that made me want to rip my skin off is taken off of me. A weight was placed on my shoulders and my ears had a pressure on them before i could hear the white noise. I could hear someone shuffling around before silence as i felt my body start to settle. The only thing I was missing was more pressure. I needed more pressure on my body.

My hands reached out forward hoping someone was near and to my luck my favourite pair of hands grabbed on to mine softly and squeezed them gently. I shuffled around with my ears pulling my airpods out but kept my eyes squeezed shut.

“My love. I’m going to ask you a few yes or no questions. One squeeze is yes two is no. Do you hear me?” I could hear the tears in my moms voice and i squeezed her hands once. “Ok baby. Are you breathing normally?” I squeezed once. “Okay. Is it to loud in here?” I paused for a moment and listened around before squeezing twice. “Is it too bright?” I opened my eyes slowly and blinked looking around the dark room before meeting with matching green eyes. I squeeze twice and she nods softly. “Do you need more pressure?” Quickly I squeezed once and before i could do anything my mom wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to her lap where she squeezed me tight. “I’ve got you princess.”

After a while my heart finally settled and I could breath normally again so I pulled back and looked at my mom. She sent me a soft smile and reached her hand out pausing before i nodded and she cupped my cheek with her hand softly. “I’m sorry. I know how overwhelming this weekend was for you and I put you into a very stimulating place. I have a few more questions okay?”

I nodded shyly and started snapping the elastic on my wrist before mom replaced it with a fidget toys. “Are you verbal?” I shook my head quickly and hit my lip. “That’s okay sweetheart. Are you hungry?” The idea of eating made me super nauseous so I shook my head quickly. “Okay. Thirsty?” I nodded before even thinking about it and let a small smile out. “You are so cute baby. Okay two last questions for now. Do you want some music on or (insert comfort show here) on in the background?” I pulled my hands away for a moment before signing TV for my mom. “Colin wants to check in you. He already took the kids to grandmas. Do you want him in here or not?” I signed dad and she smiled softly. “Okay princess.”

I saw her grab her phone and my head buried into her neck as I took a deep breath.

Scarlett’s pov

I pulled her closer as I sent a text off to Colin to come home and bring her favourite snacks for later and drinks. I slipped my phone on to the coffee table and grabbed the remote before turning the tv on and putting her comfort show on.

“I love you y/n.” I muttered into her hair as her head turned slightly to look at the tv. 10 minutes later we heard Colin’s car pull up and as quietly as possible he made his way into the living room.

“Hi princess.” He murmured as he settled down beside y/n but not close enough to be touching her as sometimes she can’t handle the contact with other people. “I brought some strawberry lemonade.” He handed it to her gently and before he could pull his arm away she attached to it and pulled him closer indicating she wants him to hold her as well.

The grin on his face made me smile brightly and cover her head in kisses drawing out her quiet giggle which made my heart flutter. I placed my head on hers and smiled softly as the three of us watched the tv.

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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Hey, this is my first time requesting anything so… sorry if I’m a bit awkward lmao ANYWAYSSSS I was wondering if you could pls make a loki x autistic reader one shot where they’re washing the dishes or doing any job that they have to do and they’re overstimulated and starting to have a meltdown but trying to mask it because they want to get the job that was assigned for them done cause they don’t want the others to think they’re faking a meltdown to get out of it and Loki notices and yeah… please, if that’s not too much trouble, and thank you :)

@lokixryss thank you so much for this ask! Sorry it took so long for me to get to it. I really hope you like it 💚

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It's Too Loud

Pairing: Loki x gender neutral reader / Loki x autistic reader

Warning: overstimulated, feelings of panic / being overwhelmed

Summary: You're the newest member of the team and you get picked to clean up the kitchen after Wanda and Vision made dinner for everyone. The rest of the team settles into the various sections of the common area and leave you to clean. A little while into your chore, you start to feel overwhelmed by all the noises around you. You try to hide how you are feeling and finish your task as quickly as possible but Loki notices your discomfort and tries to help you manage your feelings.

A/N: I really want to thank @ace-of-gay @michelleleewise and @soubi001 for taking a look at this before I posted it! You guys are amazing and I really appreciate your insight into this 💚💚

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"That was amazing as usual, Wanda," Steve says as he wipes his face with his napkin.

"I agree! You're cooking rivals the great feasts on Asgard," Thor says in a booming voice.

Everyone at the table echos Thor and Steve's praises of Wanda's skills in the kitchen and she replies, "Thank you! Viz helped." She takes his hand and squeezes it lightly.

"By not touching anything I assume?" Tony jokes and everyone laughs as he continues to make more comments about Vision's lack of experience in the kitchen. Once they all settle down Tony puts his hand on your shoulder, "All right new kid, you're on clean up duty."

You nod quickly, excited to help. Although you aren't an Avenger, they had all gone out of their way to make you feel welcome your first week. Your job is to take care of things behind the scenes. Scheduling meetings, running small errands, helping with paperwork, pretty much anything that keeps things running smoothly. Cleaning wasn't one of your duties but you had seen how they all took turns cooking and clearing up when not on missions so you were more then willing to do your part.

They all thank Wanda again and get up, making their way to their usual after dinner spots. Thor, Steve, Bucky and Sam head to the back corner of the room to play cards. Wanda and Vision settle into the two seats at the end of the bar while Natasha opens a bottle of wine. Bruce and Tony sit opposite each other with a chessboard between them. Loki wanders over to the bookshelves and spends a few moments examining each title before making a decision. He takes three books, setting two of them on the end table before making himself comfortable on the couch and opening the third book. Peter is the only one who leaves the common area, most likely going back to his room so he can finish his homework.

You stand at the island and watch all of them with a smile for a few moments before getting back to the task at hand. Wanda did make a delicious meal but there was a downside, she used what seemed like every pot, pan and bowl in the shared kitchen. You sigh to yourself before going back into the dining area to collect the rest of the plates, utensils and cups.

At first, you enjoy the sounds of everyone around you having fun but slowly you begin to feel a shift and you know it's not good. Your heart rate begins to quicken gradually and it is harder for you to keep your breathing even. You find yourself desperately wishing you had brought your headphones with you as a distraction. They were useful for when you were feeling overwhelmed by too much sound and they helped you focus by drowning out everything around you. You groan quietly and hope you can finish up before you start to feel worse.

Your smile fades as the boisterous laughing from the card game becomes a noisy three sided argument. Steve and Bucky want to play Texas Hold'em but Sam is complaining that they play it too often and that he never wins. Thor insists they try an Asgardian game but the other three decline adamantly, not wanting to learn something new.

Natasha and Wanda are almost through their first bottle of wine and are giggling like crazy at some phrase Vision used incorrectly. He is trying to get their attention to understand what was so funny about what he said but the two women are far too hysterical to answer him.

The louder the common area becomes, the faster you try to work and the harder it is to focus. All you want to do is finish so you can go somewhere quiet and calm yourself down. You rinse off the dishes and fill the dishwasher so quickly you almost chip two plates. Closing the door on the full appliance, you cringe at the noise it makes when you turn it on. The hum is constant and just loud enough to feel as if it is echoing in your mind.

You try to shift your attention to the stack of dirty items that remain in the sink, the ones that either can't go in the dishwasher or simply don't fit. You pick up one of the glasses and start to hand wash it under the warm water, trying to focus on the sound from the faucet and not the noises all around you. It works for a few moments and you can feel your breathing slowing back to normal.

The ear-splitting sound of Tony's deep laugh makes you look up from the dishes in the sink and you nearly drop the glass. He starts poking fun of Bruce for making an ill-advised move in their game and declares himself the winner. Bruce counters, telling Tony he isn't giving up quiet yet.

Without even realizing it, you put one hand over your ear and tilt your head to the side to try and cover you other ear with your raised shoulder. You freeze in that position, unable to clean any longer but also unable to push through how deafening the space had become. Everyone's voices blend together and your desire to leave becomes overwhelming.

Suddenly Thor slams his fists down on the card table and let's out a thunderous laugh. You put your hands over both your ears and find yourself sitting on the ground with your knees up to your chest and your back against the cabinet. You rock gently back and forth, keeping your eyes shut as you try to block out the sound.

A moment or two later, you feel a light tap on your shoulder and jump. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Loki says calmly as he sits cross legged on the floor in front to you. He points to your hands which are still covering both of your ears, "Are you alright?"

You take your hands down slowly and can't help but cringe as the loud noises begin to fill your head again. You want to tell him you are fine but before you can answer, Steve and Bucky both yell something at Thor and you close your eyes tight as your hands cover your ears again.

In an instant all the noise in the room stops completely and you take a deep breath in relief. You open your eyes slowly to see Loki has moved slightly closer to you and he was sitting on his knees now, leaning towards you. His hands are on either side of your head, a few inches from your own hands. A green glow spreads from his fingertips and you realize he is using his magic to block the sound for you. You lower your hands and your eyes but when you look up Loki is still looking at you and not in the way you had expected.

He was always polite but mostly he didn't speak to you or anyone else on the team, not even his brother. You worried the God of Mischief would look at you like you were just some poor, weak human but he wasn't. His eyes were full of concern and worry, not judgment or pity or any of the usual reactions you got from people when you were feeling overstimulated and anxious.

He doesn't move his hands, keeping the noise barrier in place for you. In a hushed voice he asks, "Do you need to leave? I can take you somewhere quiet."

You nod and he lowers one hand, touching your shoulder lightly. He surrounds the two of you with a green flash and before you can blink you are sitting on one of the couches in rear of the library. You look over and see him sitting next to you.

"Is this better?" he asks, still keeping his voice low.

You nod again but don't say anything. You take a few deep breaths and let the silence of the library calm you. Wrapping your arms tightly around yourself, you subconsciously sway back and forth gently on the couch.

After a few minutes Loki asks, "Was that a panic attack?"

You instantly begin to fidget with your fingers and look away from him. "No, it's something else but I guess they can be a little similar sometimes," you answer vaguely and he looks confused.

You realize Autism most likely isn't something Asgardians have to deal with and you had plenty of experiences at your past job where people treated you differently because of it. They made fun of the way you self-soothed and didn't believe you when you told them the noise in the office was hurting you. You bite your lip, trying to decide what you should tell Loki, if anything. You didn't want to be treated differently here but Loki had seen you meltdown, had the others seen it too?

"It's ok," he says during your long pause. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. We can just sit here quietly, whatever will make you feel better, Y/N."

You nod and cross your arms around yourself again. "Thank you," you tell him and he smiles warmly at you.

"You're welcome Y/N. I just want to to know I'm here if and when you want to talk," he says sincerely.

You smile back at him knowing he really means that. No one where you used to work ever talked to you like this, they never worried if you were ok or tried to help calm you down.

You look down at your foot which is tapping a familiar rhythm and decide to risk it. Consciously, you stop the movements of your foot and sit back on the couch. You can feel him shifting closer to you but you don't look up, sometimes talking was easier for you if you weren't looking at the other person.

You take another deep breath and tell Loki you have Autism and as expected, he asks you what that is. You give him the short version, only telling him about the signs or traits that you have. You then tell him about what happened in the kitchen, how the sounds were overwhelming and caused you to feel anxious and unable to focus. You also tell him about your previous job and that you are worried everyone here will single you out or think you can't do your job correctly if they find out.

He nods occasionally, listening carefully as you talk, asking questions here and there. When you finish he says, "Thank you for telling me, I'm sure that wasn't easy. I wish I had known about your sensitivity to sound earlier, I would have tried to help you sooner."

You then notice him fidgeting with his fingers and he says, "I know what it's like to hide parts of yourself and act as if things are ok when they are not. I've been doing that most of my life it would seem."

You sit quietly for a moment, unsure if he wants to talk about it more or not and you get your answer when he changes the subject. "Y/N, no one here would ever judge you for this, you know that I hope. But until you are ready to tell the rest of the team, you can come to me when you need help or want to talk," he tells you.

"Thank you Loki, I really appreciate that," you respond.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed here," he says. "I know several spells which are good for dampening or eliminating sound entirely. I actually have one spell that will even render Thor completely mute if that helps," he says with a smile.

You laugh a little and say, "I'm honestly surprised you don't use that one all the time."

He shrugs, "Maybe we should try it out tomorrow."

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thescarletwitchsapprentice · 2 years

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Imagine: The Scarlet Witch invades your city in search of her children, but you react differently to her. (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Scarlet Witch x autistic!fem!reader)

Summary: Everyone's made fun of you. Bullied you. Abused you. You don't really think like others. It's just how your brain was wired. By this point, you didn't think much good could come from it.

But that may just capture the heart of a powerful witch.

(CW: Mention of bullying/isolation, hypnosis)

Author’s Note: My laptop is really starting to break down, just like me mentally and emotionally.

A loud set of screams interrupts your quiet time in your first-floor apartment, startling you.

Looking outside your window, you see people running away from something, including some of those who’ve bullied you for your autism. (which is a bit satisfying to see, you won’t lie)

“What’s going on?” you wonder aloud.

That’s what you see them, following the scared crowd; it’s a figure decked out in a dark red outfit.

“That’s what everyone’s afraid of?” You’re confused as fuck, so you decide to go outside to check out the scene. As you get closer, you can make out the figure more clearly; a woman with long hair that seems to be made of fire. Her hands are glowing with a scarlet aura. It’s....actually a bit relaxing to look at and you find yourself entranced by its smooth movements; it’s like it’s performing a ballet. Slowly you find yourself getting closer, staying fixated on the aura.

“Wow....” you gasp as you approach her hand.

“What are you doing?”

A voice nearby snaps you from your trance. You look up to see the woman with a hardened expression.

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “I was just fixated on that glow in your hand. It’s beautiful, and honestly kinda calming as well.”

The hardened expression softens a bit.

“....You’re not running from me,” she notes.

“Why would I be?” you ask. “You don’t scare me.”

Her expression turns back to stone and her head tilts.

“Is that a challenge?” An Eastern European accent appears in her voice.

“No,” you say matter-of-factly. “I just don’t feel afraid of you. You’re not causing any trouble, you’re just....here existing.”

The tilt retracts and her anger turns into a mixture of confusion and fascination.

“You’re a very odd girl,” she notes.

You shrug.

“Comes with the ‘tisms.”

“The what?”

“Oh, I’m autistic. My mind is.....well, it’s different from other people’s brains.”

“I see....”

“Yep,” you nod. “Kinda got bullied and isolated for it. A lot. Still do. I....basically have no friends.”

“Why would they bully you?”

You shrug.

“I guess they’re afraid of what they don’t understand, you know?”

At that moment, her expression softens almost completely.

“Yes.....” she says quietly. “I do know....”

In her mind, something switches. Here you are, a fellow misunderstood soul, with not even a single companion. Someone who’s not afraid of her, someone who didn’t immediately run when you saw her, but rather....you were fascinated by her. She can’t remember the last time she’s met someone who didn’t fear her or treat her like a criminal.

“You’re really pretty too, you know.” Your compliment both jolts her from her thoughts and solidifies her decision. There’s no way she’s leaving you here. Her heart is pounding furiously and she comes up with an idea.

“Would you like to see some more of my aura?” she asks.

You nod eagerly.

“Please? Those screams I heard earlier kinda stressed me out.”

She gives a smile and moves her hands to conjure more in front of your face. Her hand movements begin to fascinate you as well.

“Holy shit, that’s beautiful,” you whisper, your eyes widening in awe. “It’s like your fingers are dancing.”

You begin to find yourself hyperfixating on the magic and on her hands, just as she hoped you would. Soft whispers invade your mind, but you’re unable to make out what they’re saying, nor do you really care about what they’re saying. Slowly your eyes gloss over as the hands and magic play over and over again in your mind.

You almost fall down on the road, but the Scarlet Witch catches you and sweeps you up bridal style, holding you close and protectively.

“Sweet, sweet girl....my sweet, sweet girl,” she whispers as she flies away with you.

“You’ll never be hurt or unloved ever again....”

#yandere wanda maximoff x fem!reader #yandere wanda maximoff x autistic reader #autistic!reader #autistic reader #actually autistic #yandere wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff #yandere #marvel #Avengers #yandere avengers #yandere marvel

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venusianelf · 2 years

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I Just Feel You

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Autistic! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

Summary: Feeling burnt out from masking, Wanda is there to comfort you and brush your hair.

Warnings: Reader has meltdowns/shutdowns, Sensory issues mention, One use of Y/n, Reader is gender-neutral

Word Count: ~1.0k

Request: would you be able to do a really sweet fluffy fic with Wanda Maximoff and an autistic reader where reader asks Wanda, “Can you feel me?” (like in the scene from Infinity War at the beginning when Wanda uses her magic to feel Vision’s stone and she says “I just feel you” before all the chaos breaks out) and Wanda uses her magic in the same way and says back “I just feel you.” i hope that made sense, it sounded cute in my head lol.

A/N: This request took me longer than I would’ve liked but I just had my birthday so that threw a wrench in my plans. Also, MOM gave me a few ideas for Wanda fics that I will eventually get around to writing. This fic also ended up including more hair brushing than I expected but whatever lol. Gif found on google. Thank you for reading!

The last few months had been extra stressful. You were swamped with missions and it was being to burn you out. You could feel yourself getting exhausted and needing to pull away. Your girlfriend Wanda, was the first to notice. She watched as you flinched away from the team’s touches and excused yourself to your shared room more often than usual.

When she entered the room with both of your dinners she frowned as she saw you rocking back and forth a little too passionately. Gently placing the food down on a nearby table, she sat down next to you on the ground. “Rough day?” She called out as you nodded. “May I touch you?” She asked as you thought for a moment before nodding again.

She put her hand out and stroked your hair as you slowed your rocking. As she continued she began to hum a Sokovian lullaby. Gently, she began brushing your hair with her fingers. You leaned into her touch as you felt a calm wash over you. “Do you want to talk about it?” She asked as you sighed. “There’s not much to talk about. One of my missions got too stressful and I accidentally snapped at someone,” You explained as you frowned and she hummed in acknowledgment.

“I hate having to mask whenever I’m not with you. It’s so exhausting and it makes me not feel like myself,” You continued as she frowned with you. “Then don’t mask around them. If they don’t like it, screw them,” She huffed. “It’s not that simple Wans,” You replied as she moved to look at you. “I know, but I wish it were,” She sighed as you smiled melancholically.

“As long as you’re here with me you never have to mask around me though. That’s the best I can offer for now,” She continued as she smiled disappointed in herself for not being able to do more. “Thank you,” You replied as you leaned your forehead in to touch hers. After a few breaths, she leaned back and kissed you on the forehead before speaking, “We really should eat dinner before it gets cold though.” “Right. Do you bring that in already?” You asked as you looked around before noticing the food. “Wow, I must’ve been pretty out of it,” You chuckled before grabbing your food and cuddling up with Wanda on the couch.

A few days later and you had gone on another particularly stressful mission. This one included a loud siren and flashing light that you had to mask through even though it exhausted you. As you stepped off the quinjet you immediately headed to you and Wanda’s room. You turned on the shower before stripping out of your clothes.

You stepped under the water and sighed as you felt the water pelt off of you. You washed yourself off before standing under the water and just letting the water hit you. You vaguely recognized the sound of Wanda entering the bathroom as you lost yourself in your thoughts.

Hearing a knock on the shower wall you turned to look at her as she smiled at you. “Room for one more?” She asked as you nodded and made room for her. She busied herself with washing herself as you zoned out again. She turned and frowned seeing you looking so far away after she had asked you a question. “Y/n?” She called as you blinked hard before turning towards her. “Yeah?” You asked as she frowned harder. “I asked you if you wanted me to wash your hair,” She repeated. “Oh, uh, I already washed my hair,” You replied as she smiled compassionately at you.

“I figured, but I know you like how it feels when I wash your hair,” She replied as you tilted your head in contemplation. “I’m okay,” You responded after a pause. “Okay, darling,” She said before turning off the water and grabbing towels for both of you. You both dried off and changed into comfy clothes in silence before Wanda turned on some music while she brushed her hair. When she finished she turned to you and held the brush up. “Want me to brush yours?” She asked before you nodded.

She sat down on the bed near you before beginning to brush through your hair. She carefully untangled your hair as you leaned into her. The gentle brushing felt very relaxing after such a long day. It also helped that it provided just the right sensory input. When she finished up you turned around to face her and crawled into her lap. Hugging her and hiding yourself in her neck, she put the brush down and pulled you close.

After a few minutes, you pulled back and chewed on your lip as you contemplated what to say. Wanda’s gaze softened as she watched before she brought one of her hands up to hold your face. You looked back at her when you felt her and sighed before looking down. “I know I mentioned it recently but I’m so tired from all this masking. I just don’t feel like myself, and I, I don’t know. I guess I’m asking if, if you can feel me?” You asked as you moved her hand up to your forehead.

She smiled softly before red mist came out of her fingers and connected with your temple. You felt her sift through your mind as you watched her close her eyes. “I just feel you,” She replied after a moment. Leaning forward you gently crashed your body into hers again as she fell back on the bed. “Thank you,” You spoke up after a pause. “No problem dear,” She replied softly before you propped yourself up on your elbows over her.

“What?” She asked as you gazed at her. “Nothing, you’re just really pretty and kind,” You replied as you watched her blush and look away. “Come here goof,” She responded before pulling you in to kiss her. You sighed into the kiss as you felt her love and warmth rush through you. As you pulled back you licked your lips and Wanda raised her eyebrow.

“You chapstick tastes good,” You answered and she hummed in response. “It’s mango flavored,” She replied before pulling you back into her embrace. Cuddling up to her, you once again buried your head in her as she began to draw patterns on your back. You felt your eyelids grow heavy before letting yourself succumb to sleep in your girlfriend’s arms.

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teacupcollector · 2 years

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My Missing Piece - Part 5

Marvel Masterlist Series Masterlist A/N: Heya I know this is shorter I honestly thought I updated this series, but when I looked I saw I only had four parts instead of five I apologize for the long wait. I hope you enjoy this part as you did with the others. Have a lovely day!

Summary - After harsh words are said by the Avengers you decide to put your powers to the test and forget everything about them. With only a note of where to go you can only hope that this Peter person can help you figure out what really happened.

Peters nerves were still on edge after the meeting. It turned out he had more stuff then he thought so he couldn't just go swinging home. As a last ditch effort Mr. Stark had Happy drive him home. He just hoped that you weren't near any windows. When Happy offered to carry some of his stuff inside he refused to which Happy gave him a quirked brow. Once Peter got his stuff in the door he quickly bid Happy a farewell before slamming it and locking it shut. He let out a sigh before walking into the living room a bit more. He expected you to be in the living room but you weren't. 'Huh?' Just as he was about to call out your name he heard a crash. He tenses up and quickly goes into the direction of the noise. Turns out it came from his room. May and you were in it and when he walked in he could see what crashed.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" As he looked down he could see his Lego Death Star in pieces on the ground.

"What happened?" Peter says trying to keep a level head.

"I finished my set and wanted to put it next to yours..." You say quietly.

Peter sighs and May looks between the both of them. "I am sure we can fix it!" May says in a hopeful tone.

Peter walks further into the room and crouches down to pick up the pieces. You immediately follow suit and try to help. "I got it!" Peter snaps which makes you flinch.

"Okay... Are you sure I can't hel-" "Yes I'm sure." He says cutting you off.

You nod and decide to leave him to it You decide the best option was to get out of his way so you go over to May and ask.

"May? Would it be okay if I take a shower?" Peters ears perk at this.

May nods and gives a small 'Of course.' Before showing her to the laundry room where her clothes have been washed. Peter sighs and sits down criss-cross on the ground. He didn't mean to snap but it took him and his best friend Ned hours to finish this. Now Peter feels guilty. He knows you have a set way of doing things. He wasn't sure if you had a routine yet, but he does know that you only interrupt that routine to take a shower when you are upset, and the fact that he upset you causes his heart to pinch in his chest.

He walks into the kitchen where May has retired to and digs for a tuple ware container to put the smaller pieces in. As he is looking he can hear you come out of the bathroom and the creek of his door shutting but not all the way. He grabs what he needs and heads back to his room. At first he doesn't notice the vacancy of the bottom bunk until he hears the bunk beds creek slightly. He looks over to see that you weren't in the bottom bunk, but the top bunk. He also noticed that one of the blankets were missing. He quietly sighs to himself. When you get upset you like to be in the furthest most part of a room. He can't see you but he is sure that you are probably curled in a ball at the top portion of the bed. He puts all the little pieces into the container and set it aside out of the way. He goes toward the bunk bed and jumps up until he touches the ceiling. He pulls himself up by the fingertips and crawls over the railing. You were indeed in a curled position. He made sure to sit at the foot of the bed with no parts of him touching you.

"Y/N?" He asks quietly not wanting to upset you further.

"I'm not mad at you, you know that right?" He says and he sees the blankets shuffle slightly. He assumes that it is a 'No.'

"I was just a little frustrated... The place I went to stressed me out, but I could never stay mad at you. You know that right?" All he hears is silence.

"I looked at your Lego set while I was down there. You did a great job!" He says with a smile.

He sees you poke your head out and look at him. 'She needs positive re-enforcement' He thinks to himself.

"I was gone for what? And hour? two hours max? You got that done so fast!" He says his smile growing.

He slowly see you uncurl your self. He feels your foot nudge him. 'Good she is making contact.' He thinks. "How about we re-build the Death Star together?" He asks. You still stay silent but this time you make eye contact. Normally at the Avengers tower you wouldn't be this fragile, but he assumed that since you made yourself forget that you regressed to where you were a year or so ago. He was sure you were being cautious as to not accidentally make him forget.

"Can I touch you?" He asks and you give a little nod.

He scoot further into the bed leaning his back against the wall. He pulls your feet into his lap and begins to massage them gently.

"Uh..." He was running out of things to say.

"You showered right? Your feet are smooth." He cringes and as if you could read his thoughts he hears a giggle.

"That is super weird to say." You say looking at him.

He immediately lets go of your feet and you laugh again. "S-Sorry! I jus-" "You are trying to help... Thank you. I know I can be sensitive, but I will try and work on it..." You say and sit up on the bed.

"It's okay! I shouldn't have snapped. It isn't like it is permanently broken." He says with a smile. You pull your feet out of his lap and lower the blanket so he could see more of you. Peter looks you up and down to see that you weren't in his clothes anymore. He did his best to hide his disappointment. He liked seeing you in his clothes. 'That's weird of me. Why should she be in my clothes when she has her own?' He asks himself. 'But she did look good in my clothes...' He says and a blush comes over his face.

"Are you okay Pete?" You ask and he nods.

"H-How about we look through a Journal!" He says and leans over the edge and webbing one of the many journals that were on the bed below them. He webs them and brings them up to the top of the bunk and you laugh. Peter scoots back into his original spot and he feels you scoot next to him. He smiles down at you and begins to read.

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The New Kid: The Future

Ch. 9

The New Kid Masterlist

My Masterlist

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Fix-it, Self-Insert, Pairing: Peter & Lesbian!reader, Avengers & Reader, Wanda x Reader, background Steve x Bucky, Shuri x reader if you squint Warnings: swearing, talk of dead loved ones, Description: Some Wakandans come for a visit. Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath. Word Count: 1473

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” mumbled the billionaire. You jumped out of your seat because usually that meant that his hand was about to be cut off. “What?” He raised his head and stared at me with wide eyes, “I fucking forgot!” You paused, “Forgot what?” “That king is coming tomorrow !” He stared at me with dread. After pulling himself off of his metaphorical ledge he quickly came to a stopping point, yelled instructions at FRIDAY, and frantically ran to the stairs. “Y/n, clean up and get out!” he yelled while trying not to trip and fall.

“Good luck!” you yelled. Since Thanos came Wakanda and the Avengers have been working together to maintain global peace. From your knowledge Tony’s only physical interaction with any of them was when Wakanda’s King T’Chaka was killed and their then prince joined his side to stop half of the other Avengers…. so you assumed that Tony was feeling pretty intimidated. And that’s from the guy who turned a weapons company to one the produces clean energy that has made the threat of Climate Change almost dissipate. But you of course know that Pepper did all of the heavy lifting while Tony created an AI who almost destroyed the world. Okay…. now that you think about it he probably has a good reason to be scared that he’s gonna fuck this up.

“I’ve heard she’s nice,” Peter poked while you both got dressed. “…and incredibly smart, I'm sure smarter than your dumbass” you teased. He groaned and rolled his neck. “Come on, you know what I mean,” his eyebrows wiggled. You finished tucking in your blouse only sighing in response. He stared at you, wiggling his eyebrows a little harder. Hoping for a reaction. “You’re an ass,” you stared back, “And I’m not even out to anyone here anyways.” “Why do you think I got you that flag?” his voice went up at the end, slightly cracking. “Fuck off,” you retorted grining from ear to ear. He flipped you off and then tripped over some shoes on the floor. “For someone who has the Peter Tingle,” you reached your hand out to help him up, “you sure are clumsy.” “It doesn’t work on shoes,” he said, accepting your hand. “Excuse me,” the AI voice rang overhead. You both jumped with Peter screaming, “OH GOD.” “Yes?” you giggled. “The Wakandans are soon to arrive. Mr. Stark said and I quote ‘If you don’t get your asses up here in the next 5 minutes you're not allowed to work in the lab for a month.’ So I would recommend that you head up soon.” “Thanks,” you said to the voice. You turned to Peter and grinned, “I’ll race you to the elevator.”

“Calm down,” the brunette whispered, nudging you. Excitement. “I am calm.” “I can literally feel the anxiety radiating off of you… wait is that a part of your powers?” You paused, staring at him, “I. Dont. Think. So?” “Hmph. Fair enough. I didn’t find out about…” “The Peter Tingle,” you teased, interrupting. “Until forever later,” he said in monotone, not impressed. “Hey,” said a voice behind you, Wanda, you'd know her anywhere. You felt her lightly touch your elbow, grabbing your attention away from your slightly grumpy best friend. You smiled, “Hi.” Her cheeks lit up, “Are you excited to meet them? They’re nice, and Shuri’s intelligence compares to yours so I think you will like her.” You followed her every word, nodding in response. Panic. “I haven’t seen them since…um…” She paused, that was a common occurrence, she’d either be making sure you were paying attention or collecting her thoughts. This was different, quiet. Almost like she was afraid to say it. Oh. Thanos. “Him,” you completed. She nodded, it's only been a year and a half since then so most wounds aren’t fully healed. Lives were lost… Loves were lost. You pushed the topic away, that was something you could think about at another time, the Avenger’s main priority for the day was to get the Wakandans’ settled before tomorrow night’s party. You’d be able to meet more of the Avengers. The next thing you know, a ship lands in the loading dock. It's very futuristic, even for Avengers standards. It’s definitely the coolest thing you’ve seen in person. When it landed, it opened, it sort of made you think of the cave in Aladdin. It was very dramatic. First, three women stepped out, warriors. You know that Wakanda has an elite force of female warriors, which is badass. You can’t remember their name. Then, the king steps out, King T’Challa. He’s calm, happy. He and his companions walk up to Tony and Steve. He first fakes a formal greeting then gives them both hugs, like old friends. Which you are pretty sure they are at this point. God, the warriors are honestly terrifying, and they radiate it too. Some seem slightly bored but most of them are on high alert and you are confident that they can defeat any threat that may appear. “Slow down brother,” a voice yelled from the ship. A skinny, dark skinned woman appeared from the ship's entrance. “I had not even noticed that we had arrived and you are already greeting everyone!” One of the warriors stared at her, she radiated a different type of authority from the others, a stronger type. “I told you that we were about to land five minutes ago,” she spoke in a hushed tone, still trying to be formal, although both the King and the woman who you are now assuming is Princess Shuri. “Well, excuse me but I was doing something important, Okoye!” stated the Princess who was obviously teasing. “I would not call ‘Tiktok’ important.” “I’m doing research on American culture, Peter told me it was the best way to know what people my age do here.” Shuri was walking in your and Peter’s direction now, not caring to actually look your way though. Anxiety. Peter started to say something but decided not to. The girl was now three feet infront of the boy. She stopped for a moment, finishing typing something. “I thought that you didn’t know her,” you whispered. “We text,” the boy shrugged. Oh, they're called the Dora Milaje! The woman finally put her phone away and looked up at Peter. Grins slowly grew on their faces. Joy. “Now, Doctor Spider, what are your latest accomplishments?” Shuri said in a posh british accent, trying her best not to laugh. “Well, I have worked on many projects since we last met, possibly I could show you?” he replied, sounding like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins. The two linked elbows and started to turn to leave. “Don’t burn down the lab!” Tony instructed in a fatherly tone. Doctor Spider paused for a moment, nodded his head and linked his other elbow into yours. You in return linked yours with Wanda’s.

“Peter, this is brilliant!” The Princess exclaimed. “But it could still use some improvements. If I gave you some vibranium for these connections, your whole suit would run that much smoother. I mean.. it would run better if we only used vibranium but that’s not going to happen. I believe there is some available vibranium in my lab–we can do it now or later.” Peter nodded, maybe a little too excitedly and started collecting his suit to take it to the other lab. “Sorry, Wanda, with all of this science talk. It looks like it’s all going over your head.” Shuri grimiced. “No, no, I’ve actually started to enjoy it.” She looked at you for a split second and you could swear your heart stopped beating. “I don’t always understand it but it almost sounds like a spell so it's familiar. Vis used to ramble on about these things to me not much unlike Y/n does.” “I’m glad I don’t bore you when I bring you up here,” you smirked. “So, Y/n,” Shuri started. “What are you doing here? I know you’re Peter’s friend and your intelligence almost rivals mine. But you,” she waved her hand in the general direction of the three of you, “tend to have tragic backstories. Most are orphans” Shaw gave an awkward glance towards Peter and Wanda. “Are you an orphan too?” She glared. “I’m joking!” In a split second her demeanor changed. “That was way too personal wasn’t it” She whispered, looking at Peter. He nodded. “Excuse me,” F.R.I.D.A.Y interrupted. Causing you to jump. “Miss Maximoff, Agent Romanoff has requested your presence in the conference room immediately.” “I’ll head that way,” Wanda responded. “I have to go. I will… see you later.” She squeezed your hand and left. “Can we go to your lab?” Peter almost squealed out with excitement, his suit now in his hands.

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Note: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! I'm not dead! I finally finished this chapter while avoiding family. I hope yall like it. It's a pretty chill chapter, much like the weather lol

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natashaslesbian · 6 months

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Autumn Air

Summary: You’re having a rough morning but Natasha is there to help you through it

Word Count: 744

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Autistic!Reader)

Flufffyyyy

Warnings/Content: Non-Verbal reader, sensory issues

•A/N: Not every autistic person struggles the same way, this is written based of my struggles and experiences with my autism•

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The cool breeze brought you slowly out of your slumber, the morning sun seeped through the gap in the curtains. You pulled your weighted blanket up to your chin and felt the familiar pressure of your girlfriends frame against your back. You guessed it was still early, listening to the birds singing outside and the gentle hum of the morning commuters. You rested your eyes for a few extra moments, waiting for Natasha’s 7am alarm. The time slipped away as a gentle patter of rain settled against the glass, lulling you back into a comfortable sleep. A smooth rake against your scalp led you back to an awoken state, the familiar fingertips you loved so much drew patterns through your silk hair. The day was brighter by now, you could feel the ache behind your eyes and craved for the darkness to return. “Y/n baby?” Natasha whispered as she felt you tense up. You rolled your body to face her and silently tucked your face into her neck, she gave you the perfect amount of pressure she knew you needed. “Good morning beautiful” your girlfriend hushed under he breath. Natasha began swaying with a gentle rhythm and the two of you laid silently for a just a little while longer. You felt the change in your brain and pushed against the widow, who immediately released you from her grip. You pushed the weight of your blanket down to your ankles and returned to your side of the bed. Natasha took the opportunity to start her day, quickly drawing the curtains to cover the stream of light over your eyes, your eyebrows relaxed and you hummed contently.

After a quick shower, Nat came back to your side, kneeling across the carpet to ensure you had plenty of space “y/n?” She whispered, your eyes peeling open to reveal her green ones “there’s my girl, do you want some breakfast” she said as she laid her hand atop the mattress, you instantly slotted yours into her soft skin still not giving her an answer. Natasha understood perfectly “are you feeling non verbal darling?” She asked “squeeze once for yes and two for no” you squeezed her hand once “that’s okay sweetheart, do you want to be touched right now?” You squeezed once again and your girlfriend waisted no time in laying a gentle kiss on your forehead and draping her spare arm across your ribs. “Ok last question sweetheart, are you hungry?” You pondered for a moment then squeezed three times “would you like some soup? Something easier than solids?” You couldn’t have a better girlfriend, Natasha understood you in a way no one else ever would. You squeezed once but didn’t quite manage to release her when she announced her departure to begin breakfast. “Do you want me to hold you for a while?” You quickly squeezed her soft hand once, and the redhead instantly climbed back into bed with you even though she was dressed and ready for the day. Natasha would do anything for you.

Your senses were on high alert, so the smell of mushroom soup once again brought you out of your slumber, you hadn’t meant to fall asleep again but your overwhelmed brain was just so tired “sorry baby I didn’t mean to wake you” Nat gently placed your soup atop the bedside table where you studied it for a moment. You couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up, the thought of having to eat so distressing knowing you were going to feel each mouthful swirl around your teeth and scrape down your throat. Soft manicured fingers swiped away your stray tears as your girlfriend came back into view “I know sweetheart, it’s ok. Do you think you could just try a little bit? You know I don’t like my moody hungry girl” she joked as she helped you move into a seated position. If the noise coming from your stomach was anything to go by, you both knew that you were hungry so you promised yourself to try your absolute best, and you definitely did. “Good job sweet girl” Natasha kissed your hairline as you swallowed the last spoonful “I’m so proud of you. Always so proud of you” you shyly smiled back at her as the two of you sunk back into the bed. You pushed your face into the crook of her neck and laid three gentle kisses to her skin “I love you too y/n”

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Wish I had a Natasha :/

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i-just-came-here-for-drugz · 2 years

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y/n: i just want to be held sometimes

team tries to hug them*

y/n: dont fucking touch me

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ominoose · 25 days

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𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Pairing: Jake Lockley x AFAB!Autistic!Reader Summary: Short fluff self-insert with Jake because fandoms gotta become cringe again. Also shout out to Bigfoot enjoyers! Warnings: None WC: 779

“And so like, they weren’t even just screaming, they were vocalising! Phonetically they were forming words, like there was cadence to it, y’know?!”

“Mh hm.” Jake nodded, nursing the coffee mug in his hand, watching the short woman pace back and forth across the kitchen, her own cup of tea completely forgotten and abandoned on the table like many others over the ages. Poor things.

“And- And the University of Wyoming studied the recordings for a year! And guess what!”

The man was an expert at this, and knew well the question was rhetorical, there wouldn’t be enough time to actually get a ‘What?’ in there. Instead, he widened his eyes a little as he took another sip of bitter coffee, waiting expectantly for the next revelation.

“They said the noises were from lungs that were larger in capacity than humans! And it was an actual deliberate language!” The huge grin, wide eyes and shaking of her hands marked the clear importance of the sentence, this was not a finding to be taken lightly.

“No way.”

Coming home from a late shift in the cab, Jake usually would’ve poured a glass of whiskey, kicked off his shoes, loosened his tie and claimed the couch to binge some shitty reality tv. Sue him, it was entertaining to be invested in drama that was less world ending over godly feuds and more Becky's boyfriend kissing her ex. If his girl came to sit beside him and let him use her thighs as a stress toy, it was the recipe for a perfect night.

When he came home tonight to see his beautiful girl practically bouncing on her toes, hands stimming, actively chewing back a smile and practically bursting at the seams with some hot info instead, how could he not walk over and get his fill? After all, she info-dumped with more passion than any gossip the Kardashians could give. As her man, it was his solemn duty to share her burdens, even if that burden was her excitement over some Bigfoot evidence from some random American woods.

“I also heard that the area the sounds were recorded historically had a lot of Chinese settlers- and the vocalisations have a large resemblance to Mandarin! I mean that, like, implies the Bigfoot community only either cropped up at that period or something but, like, it’s still insane I mean can you imagine we haven’t encountered Bigfoot yet because they all speak Chinese and can’t understand us?” How she spewed so much without taking a single breath was a mystery in and of itself, those crypto-whatsits oughta look into that.

“Who’s ‘we’, bebita? There’s only one American in this room and that’s me. Stop trying to steal my guy.”

“Your guy?” The smile on her face grew, adoring that he entertained her info-dumps and enamored with his cheek, “Since when did Bigfoot go to New York?”

The Latino shrugged, completely nonchalant as he drained the last of his coffee.

“When he calls my cab to take him there.” The curl of his lips betrayed his own amusement and the short woman giggled as she bounced into his lap, hands patting his shoulders.

Stimming was still a relatively new concept to Jake. To him, he understood it as needing to shake off big feelings, good or bad, before they drowned you. He could understand that, feelings were a fuckin’ lot even to him, and he didn’t have autism (no matter how much his amor tried to peer review him, he’d dodge those accusations like he dodged the Avengers).

Seeing her stim to him, with him, over him, that was intimate. That coiled into his very soul, snug and warm. Knowing her feelings for him were so strong, so intense she had to literally, physically, manage them before they made her heart explode? It was literally impossible for the thoughts in his head to try and do some self-sabotage. No one could tell him she didn’t love him, not even himself.

That wasn’t even accounting for the obvious fact that she felt safe enough to shake her heart around right in front of him, with that beautiful smile too. She’d kill him before any bullet or cultist ever could, and he’d accept it with open arms.

“You think that Mothman guy and Bigfoot are amigos? Think they’ve ever hooked up?”

The light in her eyes when he casually sprinkled her other hyper-fixation in there, always making a point of showing he remembered each and every detail of her spiels, could lead him out of the darkest black hole.

“You’re weird, Jake Lockley.” Her giggle was girlish, high pitched and sweet as honey, “They’re divorced, actually.”

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Hi! So I really love your "When You Can't Find The Quiet" series and I think it's amazing how well you write! If you're still taking requests I'd love to see another part with maybe like Bucky and Steve helping the reader through a meltdown. Like Peter's ill or something so couldn't be there and Tony's away on some kind of business but like Happy picked the reader up and took them to the tower and Tony contacted Bucky to help. And like Steve's confused and just draws for the reader or something?

(Can be read as standalone or as (the much delayed) WYCFTQ pt 6)

There weren’t many people you interacted with on a regular basis, and that was just the way you preferred it.

People are scary. Unpredictable. Deceit hidden behind curtains of seemingly genuine intent, gauzy and constantly shifting and impossible to focus on what lies beyond. It didn’t make sense. All your life you had been exactly as you were, no lies, no acting unless instructed to. The masking kind, only, as you tried to keep up in the neurotypical social game. Frankly, it all seemed rather put on and pointless and by the time you reached high school you’d all but given up on it. Given up on trying to decode other people as well. There was too much shit going on, and it was the path of least resistance to settle on your small group of friends and leave it at that. Minimal masking, minimal need for interpretation. You trusted your friends to be who they said they were, and you showed up with no pretences held.

That being said, entering Peter’s world was terrifying. Here were adults that seemed to have true intentions; adults with the time and resources to make your life easier in a way you’d never before had access to. Adults- Tony, Nat, Bucky, Pepper- who said they wanted to help. Who did help, and not in the way you were used to adults ‘helping’, with social rules and short reprimands and sad sighs when you just didn’t get it. You had to trust them. Because without that help, trying to manage being a generally functioning human that left the apartment and did homework and went to school and didn’t punch randoms on the subway on instinct for standing too close, felt impossible. Part of you felt shame for having grown so reliant, but you knew the alternative all too well. Complete shutdown. Burnout. Months of being so hazy and out of it nothing felt real and nothing got done. So, reluctantly, you accepted the status quo.

Meltdowns happen. They suck ass. At this point you felt like you’d experienced every possible way that they could happen, the growing Big Bad Feeling in the pit of your guts almost familiar. They honestly didn’t get any easier with time (or, to phrase it kinda weirdly, with practice). The humiliation stung just as harshly after every one when you had nothing left to give. The Post-Meltdown Energy Drain leaving you collapsed on the floor like some kind of deflated beanbag, letting everyone else take over. You could cry over the mortification later when you had the spoons.

This last meltdown was no different. It had grown over a few days, the general unrest of the student body headed towards summer break doing nothing to help, nor did the constant stickiness of late-May humidity. It made sense, in a weird parallel way- humidity inevitable breaks with a storm, and the growing sense of badness broke in a meltdown. It was only too bad you couldn’t have waited until school was out to have it in the privacy of your bedroom. The floor probably would’ve been less gross as well, but even the thought of high school corridor germs wasn’t enough to get you up as you waited for Happy.

It wasn’t usually Happy who picked you up. Tony typically did it himself, and as selfish as it felt you preferred it that way. He knew what to do, and he hadn’t belittled you for it yet so there was a growing sense of trust that it was an unlikely scenario. Alas, being an avenger and owning a multi-billion dollar company is no casual business, and there was just no way he was able to come and get you, so Happy was enlisted. You weren’t sure what to make of Happy. He never really said much to you (not that you would’ve said much in return) but he seemed to like Peter. Only problem was, Peter wasn’t even at school today. Probably hurt himself patrolling, given that it was probably impossible for his genetically enhanced ass to get sick. Lucky.

The slapping of Happy’s shoes on the worn linoleum broke your train of thought. The corridor was being kept clear by Ned and the new school nurse, who probably volunteered just to not have to figure out what else to do. You could’ve sworn none of these people had ever met another goddamn autistic person out in the wild before. Which, their loss, honestly. You hoisted yourself up on a locker and followed Happy on autopilot, eyes glazed over by the time you reached the distinctive black car. You felt like absolute shit. But every part of your brain was yelling at you to act fine, act normal, like nothing had ever happened.

Unsurprisingly, Happy didn’t say a word the entire drive back. You felt like every atom in your body had been drained of energy and you collapsed against the window of the car, too viscerally exhausted to care about the vibration of the car against your skull. Somewhere deep in your brain you tried to remember all the steps to the sensory room- the elevator, the right level, FRIDAY, the security pass- but each thought was too much effort to complete, and trailed off part way through. You kept trying over and over and over and over to remember how to do it, how to get to safety, with each attempt fizzling out sooner and sooner and never eventuating. You were too preoccupied with forcing the repetitive thought loop to recognise pulling into a driveway, down to the garage, half closed eyes seeing nothing, and the bone-tiredness letting your head just hang when the pressure of the door dropped as someone opened it from outside. Cool metal pushed hair back from your forehead and held you up as the restraint of the seatbelt rescinded and you realised it was Bucky.

He didn’t even ask before transferring most of your weight to his shoulder, and picking you up and out of the car. Somewhere in the haze you considered that maybe, this treatment was embarrassing; after all, you’d only met Bucky like, twice, and this was the second time he’d seen you in at some point in the meltdown life-cycle. But your body felt simultaneously numb and tingly and not there at all, and you didn’t even have the energy to cry despite desperately wanting to be able to, and all you could do was sink into his shoulder and try and keep your eyelids open.

You could feel when Bucky spoke. “Hey, can you grab that blanket over there? It’s weighted.”

Still feeling devoid of any capacity, you almost imperceptibly shook your head. Bucky rubbed your shoulder. “It’s okay, I wasn’t asking you, doll. We’re up in the sensory room. Steve is here. He wants to help, and I’m gonna get him to grab the weighted blanket so we can rest on that big comfy beanbag. You can sleep if you want, or we can just ride this out until you’re feeling a bit better. Nice and easy,” he lowered himself to slowly fall back into the memory foam. It only just occurred to you that you were gripping onto Bucky’s shirt for dear life, that the only way he would’ve been able to put you down would be to pry himself from your entangled hands. An honestly, you didn’t even fucking care. Humiliation aside, Bucky felt steady and calm and reassuring and you still felt so unsafe in your mind and body, an unrest that could easily spiral into meltdown round two. Which, ya know, you’d rather not do. Fighting sleep, you felt the air shift next to you and Steve returned, draping the grounding weight of the blanket over your jittery bones. He had something else with him too; as he sat on the ground beside you and Bucky, you registered that it was a sketchbook, and without a word he started to draw. First a landscape, a sunset, some birds, etched in grey then filled in pastels of colour. Mesmerised, you watched as your consciousness dripped away, sleeping in the way you only ever did when you were safe

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