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sapphosvioletts · 8 minutes ago
Love You More
Natasha Romanoff x Autistic Daughter
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Just a little moment of Natasha and taking care of her daughter and letting her stim with her hair <3
Word count: 983
Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.
I wake up to the sound of Natasha's laugh coming from the living room. I groan and pull the covers over my head as my eyes open to the bright morning sun. After letting my eyes adjust I finally sit up, rubbing my eyes tiredly.
I don't mind being woken up this morning, Natasha's laugh is always something I'll cherish, and it is a warm way to wake up. Her voice is soothing and velvety, and her laugh is one that never fails to make others smile. That laugh is reserved for very few people and I'll forever be thankful I'm lucky enough to be one of the few.
I get up and pad down the hallway, my sleep shirt, which is actually Natasha's, falls down past my shorts and almost engulfs me. I peek my head into the living room and find Steve sitting on the couches.
I furrow my eyebrows and come all the way out into the living room, looking for my mom. Steve smiles when he sees me, "Good morning!" He says happily. I give him a smile in return, appreciating his enthusiasm that he always somehow seems to have in the mornings.
I then see red hair pop up into my eyesight, swishing around until the familiar face is visible. Natasha smiles at me and invites me over. Although I'm relieved that I found her, I'm still slightly confused.
She's sitting on the floor, her back to the couch. She has her work spread out on the coffee table with a mug of coffee. I sit on the couch behind her, causing her to lean back into the couch, tilting her head back as well. She smiles up at me as I laugh from the weird angle of her head looking back, bursting into laughter herself.
She straightens back up and goes back to her work. I lay down on the couch on my back, my hands tapping my stomach and my heels kicking the couch. I hear the tv being turned on and I see Steve flicking through the channels.
While I'm staring up at the ceiling, waiting for Steve to find something to watch, I feel something placed on my stomach. I look down and find one of my fidget toys. I smile at Natasha, who is already consumed by her work again and not paying attention, but I know it was her. I fidget with the toy for a while, watching whatever show Steve turned on and listening to the keys clicking from Nat's laptop.
A little while later, there is a very, very loud knocking sound. I jump and my hands come up to cover my ears instinctively. I feel my heart race in my chest and my body shakes. Natasha, having felt me jump, immediately turns around and gives her full attention to me.
"Hey, it was just from the the tv honey" she tells me, knowing I was confused where the noise came from. All I can do is nod and my hands slowly come down from my ears as I take deep breaths.
Natasha rubs my back and patiently waits for me, wanting to make sure I'm okay. She understands with my sensory issues how much noises, especially sudden noises can effect me. She never rushes me to calm down or gets annoyed, she is always patient.
"Are you okay? Do you need something?" She asks softly. I think for a moment about speaking, but I'm really not up for being verbal at the moment. I point to my ears and hope she understands, which thankfully she does. "Earbuds?" I nod and she gets up, kissing the top of my head before going to grab my earbuds.
Steve gives me a small smile, not paying too much attention to us to give me some privacy. Natasha quickly comes back and hands me my earbuds, which I quickly connect to my phone and turn on some music.
"Do you need anything else?" She kneels by the couch and rubs circles on my leg. I reach a hand up to her hair and start twirling it around my finger. She smiles and chuckles, knowing what I'm trying to ask for.
With another kiss to the top of my hair, she turns back around and sits down on the floor. I smile as she scoots further back so I can reach her, moving the coffee table closer as well. She knows me so well, which comes in very handy during times when I'm nonverbal. Instead of pushing me to talk, she gives me other ways to communicate, which usually aren't even needed given how well she knows me.
Once she's settled my hand immediately goes to her soft, silky hair. I run my fingers through it over and over, relaxing with the repetition and feeling of it. She goes back to her work while letting me stim with her hair, but a small smile traces her lips this time.
After a while of work, the hand in her hair never stopping its movements, Natasha leans back and sighs. She sees my eyes shut, my face relaxed and content. She can tell I'm not asleep by my hand in her hair, as well as my bouncing foot and tapping fingers.
She reaches back and takes hold of my other hand. My eyes open in surprise, but I quickly relax again. Natasha squeezes my hand in both of hers tightly, knowing that pressure calms me. I smile at the feeling and let my eyes fall shut again.
My fingers find her wrist and tap three times, our silent way of saying "I love you". I feel Natasha's head lean onto the couch next to me and one of her hands come up to rest on my cheek. Her thumb swipes back and forth over my smiling cheek and she mumbles an "i love you more" back.
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mellowavengersstuff · 19 hours ago
Schoolwork and Equations
Summary: you are overwhelmed with schoolwork.
A/N: very much based on my current situation. loll.
warnings: schoolwork, mental exhaustion, nice friends
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🌸You’re tired.
🌸Not tired as in, I had a late night and need some sleep.
🌸Not tired as in, it’s been a long day at work.
🌸Tired as in, you’re living on coffee and smarties and an old pack of dried mango you found at the back of cupboard in your trailer.
🌸Tired as in your brain feels squishy and old and unable of completing any kind of productive work, but you still do because it’s not in your best interests to fail at life.
🌸It’s fine.
🌸 You’re fine.
🌸 (lies)
🌸So, here you are, sitting at a small, makeshift desk in a small room off set. On the verge of tears if you’re being honest.
🌸Words get all jumbled in your mind, and numbers don’t add up like they’re supposed to, and honestly whoever invented these equations should be tried and sent to prison. In your humble opinion.
🌸Its inhumane to teach people things that don’t make sense. That’s a fact.
🌸You rub at your eyes tiredly, and rest your tired hands on your forehead, as you stare blankly at the offending piece of paper. There are books and pens and highlighters scattered all around you, strewn in inharmonious carelessness.
🌸 There are half open books that you haven’t even attempted to read, and sheets full of quadratic equations that you keep getting wrong, frustratingly. The only thing that you are doing well at, is this English class thesis which you understand.
🌸You’re typing away, getting distracted by birds chirping or games or literally anything that moves in your general proximity every once in a while.
🌸Suddenly, your mental breakdown is very rudely interrupted by a bunch of rowdy actors coming into the breakroom, chattering, and laughing very loudly, babbling on about how they have to wait for the next scene since it’s a night shot.
🌸Sebastian and Anthony catch sight of you scowling in the corner and walk over, grinning.
🌸 “Hey kiddo, what you got there?”
🌸You look up at them utterly miserably, with big, teary eyes and sniffle “schoolwork.”
🌸They look a bit surprised to say the least.
🌸 By now there’s like a couple more people added to the mix. Cevans and Scarlett have joined the congregation around your haphazardly piled books and tiny little makeshift desk.
🌸 “How does such a small person have so much stuff to do?” asks Sebastian, nose crinkled in incredulousness.
🌸 Your eyes grow larger, and your bottom lip starts trembling and you just about whimper, “I don’t know.”
🌸 “Aw, hey don’t be sad kiddo,” Anthony pats your head lightly, widening his eyes alarmedly at Scarlett as you pout even more.
🌸Scarlett crouches down beside you, and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hugging you to her side. “Hey, it can’t be that difficult. Lemme have a look ….”
🌸Her voice trails off nervously as she stares at the equation on the sheet closest you. “Yeah, uh I’m not sure how to do that one. Anyone else?”
🌸Chris Evans leans over you to grab a look at the sheet Scarlett is holding. “Yeah, uh huh, no chance. Isn’t this like AP calculus or something?”
🌸You stare at the offending sheet sadly. “Yeah. My teacher thought I could handle the challenge. It’s fine, I’ll figure it out. Thanks guys.”
🌸You have resigned yourself to a sad future of calculus and breakdowns.
🌸Sebastian and Anthony look at each other, smirking in that idiotic way of theirs. “Nah, we’ll stay kiddo. Shooting doesn’t start again until 2 AM”
🌸 “Yeah,” Cevans agrees, ruffling your hair a bit, and Scarlett says, kindly “We can’t leave you here hon! We’ll stay until you get it done.”
🌸 You could burst into tears honestly. But emotions mixed with mental exhaustion are never good, so you just swallow the lump in your throat.
🌸 So they drag over chairs and couches and stuff next to you, and you sit there and listen to them chatter good-naturedly while you try to complete your homework.
🌸Dodging your frequent “are you sure guys, you don’t have to,”
🌸Shaking your shoulders gently and smoothing your hair away from your face whenever you fall asleep, trying to wake you slowly.
🌸And it turns out, you did get it done in time. All it took was a little perspective, and good friends.
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I think... everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves- Natahsa Romanoff x Fem!Teen!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Teen!Reader (Platonic/Familial)
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Summary: Natasha runs into someone from the Red Room, Natasha gets defensive, Y/n just wants to be good but doubts she can be.
A/n: Did I just decide to write one of my prompts on my own free will. Yeah I did. If you want to request any story, check my masterlist post that is linked above. As always italicized words mean flashbacks. Bold words are a different language (Russian in this case). Also we are just gonna pretend Wanda is in her 30s right before Civil War happens just for this story.
Warnings: Langauge, mentions of guns
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I've got to run. That's all I need to do at the moment. If I stop running, they are going to get me again. I keep telling myself this. If I don't, I'm going to stop. All of the sudden I fall down. Damn it, I ran into someone. I look around frantically making sure no ones found me. After looking around I see a hand offering to help me up. I hesitantly take the hand, and stand up. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was someone in front of me. Please forgive me." I say quickly, and with a Russian accent. The woman in front of me looks shocked. "I knew I should've went the other way. Now I look crazy from running like crazy." I mumble. "What's your name and why are you running." The woman in front of me asks sternly. "I promise I mean no harm. I'm just trying to get away from my past." I say. "That doesn't answer my question, kid." She says, once again seeming stern. "I-I am Y/n Y/ln and I'm running away from the people who took me when I was younger..." I pause for a moment, before continuing what I was going to say. "The Red Room." She looks at my shocked. "I can help you but you need to trust me real quick." The mysterious woman tells me. "That's fine, just please help.
Not even 20 minutes later we arrive at a tall looking building. "Woah, this building is so tall!" I exclaim in Russian. "Isn't it? It's fancier on the inside." She repeats back to me in Russian. I look at her confused. She nods for me to follow her. When we get in, I see 3 other people in what I guess is the main room. "Nat, who did you bring with you?" The guy with his bow and arrow out asks. "Yeah, dear. Who did you bring?" The brunette with an accent asks her. The guy with really long blonde hair just looks at me. I try to hide behind "Nat" but she just starts talking. "Her name is Y/n Y/ln and she was running when she bumped into me. She said she was running from the Red Room."
They all look at me with sadness in their eyes. I look at them because I still don't know who they are. "I don't know who any of you guys are." I say quietly. The woman who brought me here speaks up first. She also takes the brunette's hand and brings her to be right next to her. "I'm Natasha Romanoff, and this is my girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff." Natasha tells me. "I'm Thor!" The man with the long blonde hair announced. "I'm Clint Barton. You'll probably meet the rest of us later." He says. "There's more of you?" I ask slightly nervous. "Yes but don't worry, you'll be fine." Wanda assures me.
That was 3 months ago. I seemed to have blended into this crazy family. Wanda and Natasha are like the mom's I've never had. And I'm glad about it. Everyone's been nothing but kind and understanding to me. Tony likes to teach me about engineering, Clint teaches me how to shoot a bow and arrow (as he put it so I learned something other than using a gun), Bruce teaches me science. Pietro helps me train. They all do something to help me out.
Today is Wanda and Natasha's anniversary and I wanted to get them something. I know that's not what you normally do, but I wanted to do this sooner than later. I look down at my lap where the bag is with adoption papers. I want to ask them if the want to adopt me. They come into the kitchen and see that I made them breakfast. "Oh sweetheart, you didn't have to do this for us." Natasha tells me. "Well I wanted to and I also wanted to give you both something." I hand the bag over to Wanda and Natasha gives me a look. Wanda opens the bag and looks at the papers. She starts to cry. "Oh Y/n. Are you sure?" She asks me through the tears. That makes Natasha silently ask me what I did. "You guys have basically been like my mother's since I arrived here. I wanted to make that a little more offical. I don't know of I proved myself of love but if you guys wanted to, there are the papers to adopt me." I say with a smile. Both of them are now in tears. Natasha comes over to me and gives me a kiss on my head. "I think... everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves. And you definitely have done that." She tells me. "Y/n, we would be happy to adopt you." She says with a smile. My life has finally started going up hill.
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Announcement: HELLO! I know you have all been EAGERLY awaiting my re-arrival, so BEHOLD I have returned! And with a brand new fic for all of you to enjoy. Curious why I was gone? check my blog to find a little Q/A between me and Anon!
Warnings: None, except for teeth rotting amounts of fluff lol
Request: The reader (me ) is dating chris evans it's the readers birthday,  and chris evans spoiling her, taking to the hair salon and to the nail salon ,  and then throws a party for her, and he asks her to marry him, and a couple months later the reader is asked to been on say yes to the dress and a lot of fluff please (@maximeevansblog)
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You awoke to soft nuzzles against your cheek and gentle fingers tracing your midsection.
“Happy Birthday, baby.” A soft voice murmured next to you.
You turned your face to your boyfriend, Chris Evans.
“Good morning, Love. Thank you!” You whispered to him, moving closer to his body.
Chris wrapped you into a hug before tipping your face up and kissing you.
“I’m going to spoil you today, dear.” He hummed into to your ear.
He pulled you closer, and you melted into him, tucking your face into the crook of his neck, and you whispered “I love you” before pulling him closer to you.
The two of you cuddled for another half an hour before he announced that the first stop was the nail salon. You pulled yourself out of bed and were met with a new dress, courtesy of Chris.
“Oh! This is beautiful! Thank you so much!” You grinned, rushing to put it on.
“I knew you’d like it.” He hummed, pulling you in for a kiss.
To his surprise, you pushed him away and snatched your dress, running frantically to the bathroom to put it on.
He smiled to himself, and he loved you too much to be upset.
You exited the bathroom and grinned at Chris. The velvety (Y/F/C) fabric of the dress hugged every curve of your body perfectly, and the draped pattern of the dress only accentuated your beautiful body. You did a little twirl to show it off, smiling all the while.
Chris’s eyes lit up, and his mouth fell open, “I knew I made the right choice! You look perfect, my love.” He said from the bed where he was sitting, wearing a button-down and khakis.
“Now, let's go before we miss our appointment!” He announced enthusiastically, grabbing your hand.
Chris pulled into the parking lot of a swanky nail salon and opened your door for you.
He put his arm out for you to hook yours in and walked you into the nail salon.
You stepped inside, and a friendly woman greeted you.
“Hi! Do you have an appointment?” She asked cheerily.
Chris nodded and told the employee your name, and she led you to a rack of nail polishes and gels.
“If you could please select a few colors for your mani-pedi, I can have someone with you in a moment.” The receptionist smiled before leaving you and Chris.
You gazed thoughtfully at all of the colors on the wall, but so many were enticing, and you entirely gave up on choosing.
“Baby? Can you pick some out for me, please? I don’t know what to choose… I’m torn between a combination of sky blue, Fuchsia, bright yellow, seafoam green, and black, or dark blue, vibrant magenta, sun yellow, white, and warm grey.” You sighed.
“Woah there, you just named a lot of colors.” He grinned. “I can barely tell the difference between some of those polishes.” He shook his head.
“You’re no use.” You pouted sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes at you but was smiling nonetheless. “How about just one color? What about this blue?” He selected a dark turquoise.
“I love it!” You smiled. “I’ll do that one on my toes. For my acrylics, I want one of those cute heart patterns. I’ll show you a picture!”
You pulled out your phone and showed him a vibrant pattern of overlapping hearts, and he only shook his head and chucked.
“You do you, sweetheart.”
After your nails were finished, Chris ushered you back into the car, going on and on about “another surprise.”
After 15 minutes of driving, Chris pulled into a hair salon, opening his own door and rushing around the car to open yours.
“M’lady.” He bowed, holding your door open.
You giggled and gave him a light swat on the shoulder, curtseying after getting out.
You entered the salon and were ushered over to a chair. Chris stayed in the lobby, giving you a thumbs up before your hairdresser started asking questions.
After a long while of cutting and styling, you finally had your dream haircut and color, and it looked great! It framed your delicate features perfectly, and the color complimented your skin tone and eyes.
You thanked your hairdresser and lightly jogged over to Chris. He did it once over and looked impressed.
“Well you clean up well, all thanks to me, of course.” He chided.
“Oh yeah, take all the credit.” You rolled your eyes. “What’s next, though?”
“Now we go home, and have dinner.” He smiled, but little did you know, there were already about 100 guests at the house ready to surprise you for your birthday.
“That sounds nice.” You sighed, embracing Chris as the two of you strode out of the salon.
“SURPRISE!!” Was yelled as you entered your and Chris’s house.
You jumped back, startled, but then started beaming from ear to ear, knowing Chris had set this up for you.
“Awh you big teddy bear!” You hugged Chris as he entered behind you. “Thank you guys for coming! And thanks for all the gifts, woah!” You gestured toward a table full of wrapped boxes and bags.
A chorus of happy birthdays were heard throughout the house, and you just couldn’t be happier. Everything was perfect.
Before you could say anything or thank everyone, Chris ran in front of you, and on one knee.
“Chris!” You yelled out, throwing your hands over your mouth to stop any tears of excitement from falling.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you have made these past two years so amazing. I don’t know where I would be without you. You and your spirit are so beautiful and admirable. I love you so much, (Y/N), and so I need to ask you, will you marry me?” He popped open the case of the velvet box he was holding, and inside was one of the most stunning diamonds you had ever seen in your life.
Everything felt so surreal, and all you could do was cry.
“Yes! Chris, yes, I love you so much!” You choked through sobs.
He began to cry himself, and stood up, slipping the ring onto your finger before crafting your face in his hands and kissing you. Everything around the two of you erupted into cheers and applause, and you could swear you heard trumpets and a choir singing. It felt like a fairy tale, a happily ever after, and it was only going to get better.
News of your and Chris’s engagement had spread like wildfire, it was all the internet could talk about for 3 weeks. You received fan mail and gifts from fans around the world, congratulating you and Chris.
One fateful Tuesday morning after scrolling through your private email, you found something marked important. Curious, you opened the message to find an invite to “Say Yes To The Dress: Celebrity Version!”.
You were beyond ecstatic and forwarded it to Chris and your agent, intending to get an appointment set up as soon as possible.
Chris was just as excited as you were, and your agent was quick to get everything set up.
You simply couldn’t contain your excitement, everything was going right. You bounced around the halls of your home for days, not being able to bear waiting any longer for your filming.
A week before your appointment, you nestled into bed with Chris and hurried yourself in his figure.
“I love you, Chris Evans. Thank you.” You sleepily mumbled.
“And I you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You were the best decision I ever made.”
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Tony x reader:
Can I sleep over? My parents are arguing again.
Natasha x reader
It hurts when I realize I'll never mean that much to someone.
I think... everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves
Wanda x reader
Come on, I can't go to the party alone
I think... everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves
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i-writes-things · 6 days ago
Story 1 -No.1- No.2
This is a Series.
After finally finding Wanda and now living with the Avengers at the Compound, you are the newest addition to the team but are also the youngest, with Natasha watching over you since you got there from Sokovia.
"Well, why don't we just go out then?"
You groan and bring your head up to see the rest of the team question you after getting back from a very tiring mission.
"No" you mumble and put your head back down
"What?" says Steve looking over at you
"No." you say louder with your head resting in between your arms on the cold table.
Some of the team that had decided to change before dinner had come back in the room(Peter Parker, Natasha and Bucky)
"So what's for dinner?" Says Bucky as he walks in with Peter behind him.
"I dunno." shrugs Bruce in the background as Steve cuts him off
"Y/N doesn't want to go out. We have no food here Y/N!" Steve says to Bucky and you. Natasha walks into the chaos that is Bucky and Steve now arguing about dinner and Thor coming in crying loudly cause there weren't any of his pop tarts in the pantry. Sam and Peter both start laughing at Thor and can't stop.
You groan again and move to the floor, the nice, cold, floor. It isn't any quieter on the floor but with your body heating up the coldness is nice.
Natasha walks around wanting to sit in one of the counters chairs but finds you on the floor instead.
"Y/N?" she asks "Mm, what?" you ask slowly.
"Well, why are you on the floor, weirdo." she asks with a chuckle. "It's cold, I'm hot." you say sleepily.
That mission the Team and you went on was for almost a week and by the last day, you were not feeling the greatest, but finally being back to your newish home helped, and with everyone around you crying, Laughing, and just arguing it was nice to just lay there and listen to them and see that they were not the perfect human beings, HYDRA made you believe...
--I don't know how to make a master-list or make the text a link to different pages so if anyone would be willing to message me and help that would be amazing!!!!!--
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sapphosvioletts · 6 days ago
Natasha Romanoff x Autistic Daughter
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Natasha is left in a bad state after a difficult mission, but thankfully she has someone who's there for her. Although, in a different way than most.
Word count: 1,791
Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.
I happily jump out of my seat on the couch as I hear the sound of the jet nearing the compound. I run down the stairs to the large door with the metal handle that leads to the hangar.
I struggled to pull open to large, heavy door that's made stronger to withhold the strong winds from the many jets and planes coming in and out. I run through the door before it can come back and hit me as it closes. With perfect timing the jet is slowly being parked in it's assigned spot as I watch, standing behind the railway of the stairs.
Once the door opens I run down the set of stairs to meet everyone as they came out. I'm looking for one person in particular though, my mom. It's only been a couple of days but I really missed her. I always do when she's on missions.
After greeting the others as they slugged out of the jet tiredly, bags slung over their shoulders, I bounce on my toes while waiting for the last person. After a minute or two of waiting, still no one else had come out. I frown and slowly start to walk closer to the jet.
I keep my ear out for any noises indicating that someone else is coming out, but there's none. I slowly walk up the stairs to the jet and peek my head in. I notice my moms bags on the seat, but she's not in sight. I look around but dont see her and I start growing more and more anxious.
"Mom?" I nervously call out, but there's no response. My fingers start picking and scratching at my arms, a stim that I tend to do when I'm nervous. I gulp anxiously, the sound of it made all too clear to me in the silence.
After a slow and anxious walk around I still haven't noticed any signs of her. I walk up to the cockpit and my eyes do a double take as I finally spot the bright red hair that I know so well.
I walk further in and find my mom, sitting between the wall and the seat. Her eyes are open but unfocused, staring at nothing. Her face is completely neutral and I don't even know if she's noticed I'm here. "Mama?" I call out again quietly. I can feel it becoming more and more difficult to speak, the anxiety making me become semiverbal.
Her head finally snaps up and she gives me a hard, piercing glare, before her face slowly softens as she realizes who it is. She lets out a breath of relief and I can see her body visibly relax. "Hey honey," she says breathily, giving me a painful smile.
I come closer and sit next to her, being short enough to fit behind the seat as well. I wrap my arms around her waist and lean into her side. She pulls her arm out and wraps it around me, her other arm eventually coming around as well.
She holds me close to her and stuffs her face into my hair. I am slightly shocked when I feel my head become wet, knowing that my mom rarely ever cries. After a couple minutes of comfortable silence I look up at her and quietly ask, "Happened?" Being semiverbal was a bit frustrating at the moment, having so many questions, but all I can make out is a single word.
She sighs and lifts her head up. "It was just a tough mission, that's all. It was successful but... just messed with my head a bit." I hug her tighter at her admission, feeling overwhelmed with love for her and wishing I could make it all better.
Right now I know that she just needs someone to be there for her, and in that moment I silently promised to be the best I can for her. I pull away from her embrace and she looks at me confused. I stand up and hold my arms out to her.
She gets the message and grabs my hands so I can help her stand up. I grab one of her wrists and drag her out of the jet. As we are walking through the hangar she adjusts her grip so she's holding my hand and she squeezes it it gently, looking over at me with a small smile.
I smile back and lead her up to the compound, but instead of taking her to our floor I lead her to the shooting range. I know that this is a way for her to destress, but she hasn't done it in a while, she hasn't needed to. I stop at the door to the range and Natasha look back at me with a thankful smile. She kisses the top of my head, mumbling a "thank you" into my hair before disappearing through the door.
I quickly leave, starting to plan what else to do. I know that she will probably be in there for a while, so in the meantime I try to come up with what other ways I could help her out.
A lot of times our communication with each other is different than "normal". With me being semi verbal at times and other autistic traits, we have a different way of interacting with each other. But honestly, I think we both like it better than the "normal" ways.
Being there for my mom, in our own little way, makes caring for her come natural to me. It's different than the ways that most people show they care, those ways just don't make sense or come naturally to me. I can't give her a heartfelt speech about how great she is, I'm not very good with words even when I'm verbal. Buying her things, giving well written notes, and the many other things, those just aren't how Natasha and I communicate, and that's perfectly okay.
I go outside to my little garden and pick some flowers, her favorites of course. I look around and pick up some decent sized, smooth rocks as well. I bring them all inside and put them on my desk, as well as some paint and brushes.
On the rocks, I start to paint the planets, each rock being a different planet. Natasha loves stargazing, she loves the late nights, when neither of us can fall asleep, that are spent outside on a blanket looking up at the stars. She tells me all of the things she knows about space, including the planets.
It's our little thing that we do together and those nights are some of the best memories I have. I know that my mom cherishes them as well from the way her eyes gloss over when she looks over at me with a genuine smile, and how her normally tense body is relaxed.
After I'm done painting the rocks I leave them out to dry while going to check on my mom. I know that she could spend hours in there without noticing while she's stuck in her thoughts, it happens when she trains after nightmares or engulfs herself in work after being reminded of a bad memory.
I hit the button outside of the door to the range, it lights up a buzzer inside to let the person know someone is there so they don't get spooked while holding a fully armed, deadly weapon.
I rock on my heels as I patiently wait for Natasha to open the door. I know not to open it myself, the last thing I want to do is scare someone while they're shooting. My head snaps up when I hear the door click open. My mom comes into my sight while pulling her ear protectors off and putting them away.
When she meets me in the hallway, I notice that she looks much more relaxed than before, but I can still see that she has a certain dullness in her eyes. "Better?" is all I can get out. She smiles and nods. "Much better."
She follows me to her room and starts pulling out clothes to change in to. Once I catch her eye I point to my room, silently communicating with her to come to my room when she's done. She nods and I leave, closing the door on my way out.
The rocks are done drying by now thankfully, so I lay them all out on my bed with the flowers as well. I pull out my laptop and open it to one of Natasha's's favorite movies. I set my laptop aside when I hear footsteps padding on the wood, heading towards my room.
She pokes her head in before coming all the way in. She stops in her tracks when she sees the rocks spread out in front of her. A wide smiles grows on her face and her eyes tear up. She laughs tearfully and comes over to sit next to me in the bed.
"Are these for me?" She asks happily, and I nod with a smile. She reaches out to pick up the rocks and inspects them. I notice a couple tears fall down her smiling cheeks, but I know it's from a good reason this time.
After she inspects the rocks she looks back at me, and at seeing my smiling face she lunges forward and gives me a hug. "Thank you honey. I don't know what I did to deserve someone as perfect as you, but I'm so thankful for you."
I squeeze her waist before pulling away, both of us smiling. She places all the rocks on my bedside table, lining them up next to each other so she can see all of them. As she's moving the flowers while sniffing them as well, I grab my laptop and settle back against my head board.
I patently wait for her to notice, and when she does she sits back next to me. She grabs my laptop and puts it on her lap instead, pressing play on her favorite movie. She pulls me into her side so I'm leaning against her chest, curled up next to her.
She looks down at me lovingly as I stim with her fingers. Although her favorite movie is on, she can't take her mind off of her daughter. Her daughter who communicates slightly differently, and Natasha loves it. She can't help but think that if she was being looked after in the other usual ways, she might even be feeling more miserable. But her daughter always make her feel better, she loves their little language that they have and can't imagine where she would be if she didn't have the pleasure of knowing that language.
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saidrolav · 7 days ago
Apricot doughnuts
Bakery AU!Sam Wilson x gn!reader
Summary: Sam has a huge crush on you but can't find the courage to enter your bakery.
Warnings: none! pure fluff! 🧡
A/N: Hii everyone! Here's my enter for the writing challenge of @lovelyavengers !!! Congrats on your 500 followers!! Hope you'll like what i wrote, and as always feedback is always appreciated!! 🧡
Prompts: “What am I even looking for?” - “I don’t know.”
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Sam Wilson came to your bakery for quite some time now. He could come 3 days in a row then disappear for a month, he was a surprising customer. At first, he would only order a single thing, doughnut stuffed with apricot jam. He loved them really crispy on the outside and covered with icing sugar, with the apricot not too acid but just enough so he could feel the jam melt on his tongue.
The first time he ate one at your place he thought he would melt right here and he didn't know if it was the fault of the most delicious doughnut he ever ate or the person who was serving it. They were both lovely. He ate so fast that he didn't realized that he had icing sugar everywhere in his beard and on his nose so when he tried to flirt with you, you just chuckled and offered him a napkin. He became all flustered and mouthed a small "sorry" and you said it was okay. Since that happened, he didn't try to flirt with you anymore, to your despair, he was too embarassed of the icing sugar incident and just enjoyed in silence his doughnuts.
What you didn't know was that Sam was also disappointed in himself for not talking enough to you. Every time he'll came home he was telling to Bucky every little thing you did with heart eyes and the brunette just had to sit there and listen to his bestfriend being in love. At first, Bucky didn't mind Sam being in love but as time passed, he grew really tired of his bestfriend repeating himself.
As Sam was about to leave for his favourite bakery in the morning to get his breakfast, a question disturbed his routine. "You mind if i come with you ?" He heard Bucky say. He stopped in his tracks while he was in the middle of putting on his coat, he froze. He turned his head to the brunette who was paying no attention to him, he was reading the news. Sam furrowed his brows and finished getting ready while he mumbled a quick "No, i don't mind."
That's how he ended up with Bucky on the passenger seat of his car trying to put on the radio, while driving to your bakery. Sam was nervous, he never bought someone to your bakery and certainly not Bucky. He knew the super soldier had something behind his head but he didn't know what and it was killing him.
"So what's their name ?" Bucky said suddenly and it nearly made the man behind the wheel jumps. He glanced quickly at the super soldier and he said quietly, "Y/N, don't do anything weird and don't embarass me in front of them, please." Bucky let out a laugh and smiled at his friend, "You know me." "That's why i'm telling you that."
When Sam parked on the parking of your bakery, before he could even turn the engine off Bucky was already out and he got out of the car as fast as he could so he could follow him. The super soldier entered the bakery with Sam soon following him, he thought that Buck was about to smash the door but he softly closed it.
The two of them waited patiently that the old woman in front of them ordered her slice of pie. Sam looked around and saw only a couple of person in the bakery, eating in silence just as he loved it. He realized it was his turn only when Bucky patted him on his shoulder, he turned around and caught your gaze, leaving him without air in his lungs, once again frozen. Bucky smirked when he saw his bestfriend that way and gave him another pat to help him make his way back in reality.
"What am i even looking for ?" Sam blurted out akwardly which made you and Buck chuckle. "I don't know." Bucky answered with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Sam wasn't trying to be funny though he was totally lost that he wasn't even remembering what he wanted to order. He smiled when he saw you and the super soldier laugh before he cleared his throat.
"I think i'm gonna have 5 pumpkin and cream cheese muffins with pecan streusel," he smiled sweetly at you while you were putting his muffins in an appropriate package. Bucky took a glance at Sam and a couple of seconds passed without anyone talking. The brunette rolled his eyes while he paid quickly for the muffins.
"And this guy right here will order a date with you." He smiled and Sam's head shot up quickly, feeling incredibly embarassed by how Buck just planified him a date with you. The super soldier smiled and left the two of you shocked and blushing. Sam coughed softly and looked at you with a soft smile on his lips.
"I-I mean you don't have to come if you don't want to, i don't know what crossed his mind.." He chuckled shyly while looking at his feet and he heard no answer. When he looked back at you he saw you were scribbling something on a napkin which made him rise an eyebrow. Before he could say something you were giving him the napkin with an hesitant look. He took it and read your number which made him grin wider than he ever did.
"I'll call you i promise!" You laughed like a kid at his promise. "I hope so! I'm not giving my numbers to everyone i see here." He smiled even wider if that was possible and took your hand softly so he could place a kiss on the back of it making you blush furiously.
You were about to say something but you were cut by big honk sounds, you were quick to see Bucky in Sam's car giving him huge thumbs up which made him and you laugh.
"Yeah.. I should probably go.." He smiled at you after he gave a quick death stare in Buck's direction. You packed an apricot doughnut and gave it to him with a big smirk. He took it shyly and searched quickly for his wallet but you stopped him by putting your hand on his arm.
"Don't worry it's offered by the house." You smiled widely and he joined you quickly. He mumbled a quick "thanks" because the honks were getting louder and louder and fastly joined Bucky in the car.
He had soon a sweet date with you.
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just-dreaming-marvel · 7 days ago
Unofficial Fathers Part 2
Avengers x Teen!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 5,850ish
Summary: Tony, Steve, and the whole team help you deal with the aftermath of your accident. Though it’s not as easy as anyone would like.
Notes: Read Unofficial Fathers Part 1 here. I hope this isn’t crap and that it makes sense.
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“Ah!” You fell to the floor, your hands breaking your fall. “Stupid braces,” you muttered.
Your accident had happened about 6 months ago. Tony and Bruce had been working together to figure out braces for you for about two of those months. Only for the braces to never work right for one reason or other.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Steve rushed up to your side.
“I’m fine,” you huffed, turning yourself to sit on your butt as you avoided Steve’s helping hands. “I think I’m done for today.”
“Already? We were just getting started.”
“Yeah, well, these stupid braces and my brain don’t want to work together. So I’m done for today.”
Steve sighed. “One more try.”
“One more.”
“Fine.” You held your hands up. “Help me up.”
Steve smirked as he stood up and grabbed your hands. He carefully helped you up and steadied you. Tony and Bruce were observing from the deck above.
“Why aren’t they working?” Tony muttered, eyes trained on you. “Rhodey’s work. We had barely any issues with them. These—these literally won’t listen to her. Why?”
“Maybe it has something to do with her powers,” Bruce responded, studying the braces on a tablet. “Like, they won’t let her connect or something. Maybe tomorrow we hook up her brain to some monitors and watch how it interacts with the braces.”
“Yeah, maybe…”
“Hey, no. I know that tone. This is not your fault Tony. No one thinks that, especially Y/N.”
“Yeah, well, I still can’t help feel that way.”
“Try for her, please. Shuri and T’Challa should be here soon so that we can get their input as well.”
“Hopefully Shuri can see something that we can’t.”
“Damn it!” You exclaimed, falling back onto the floor and causing the men above to look your way. You punched the ground in frustration. “I’m done!”
“Y/N—“ Steve tried.
“No! I’m done! This stupid braces won’t work!” You looked at Steve with an anger he had never seen from you before. “Why the hell did you give me hope?!”
“No!” Steve tried to reach for you again and you pushed away. “Stop! I can get out of this mess myself.”
With a sigh, Steve turned to look at Tony on the observation deck. Tony had a hand over his mouth, looking sadly down at you. Just by the man’s eyes, Steve could tell that Tony was taking on this upon himself. Making eye contact with Steve, Tony quickly shook his head and walked away, heading for his lab.
“Hey, kid!” Bucky greeted, coming into the common room. “How was today’s session?” Steve quickly made eye contact with his friend and shook his head.
“Fine,” you responded, focused on your phone. You were in your wheelchair, near the large wall of windows.
“Just fine?”
“Bucky,” Steve tried to warn.
“Yeah, just fine,” you retorted, still not looking his way.
“Was it Steve?” Bucky continued. “I know that he can be a bit of an old man.”
“Hey!” Steve exclaimed. “You’re older than me!”
“Steve was fine,” you replied.
Bucky furrowed his brows, concerned at your lack of any real emotion. “Just give it time kid,” he said. “It took my arm a little while to—“
“It’s not the same. I would have been better off with no legs at all.”
“Hey!” Both men exclaimed. “Don’t you dare think like that.”
“Or what?” You finally looked at them. “You’ll ground me? Sorry, but I’m already there.” 
Feeling that you weren’t going to be left alone, you began wheeling yourself away.
“Where are you going?” Steve wondered.
“Away,” you replied.
“I’m just going to my room, Pa. Jeez. Let me live a little, I’m almost 18.”
Bucky and Steve watched was you wheeled away. Their sad eyes following you until you disappeared.
“I don’t know what to do Buck,” Steve shook his head, head falling into his hands. “She was making progress and now… now we don’t know if it’s her or the braces or something else entirely.”
“When will Shuri and T’Challa be here?” Bucky asked.
“Sometime today. I’m hoping that they can help.”
“They helped me. They’ll be able to help her. How’s, uh, how’s Tony holding up?”
“You know him, he’s just as bad as you. Lets himself feel the weight and blame for everything.”
“It wasn’t his fault.”
“I know.”
“And it wasn’t yours either, punk. Y/N would have gone in there anyway.”
“She’s just a kid, Buck. She doesn’t deserve to be going through what she’s going through.”
“I agree. And that’s why we have been, and we’re going to be, with her every step of the way.”
You found yourself outside, near the furtherest end of the track. You were staring at the trainees racing around it. Not too long ago it was you racing around it. It was starting to get to you that you were beginning to forget what that all felt like. Walking. Running faster than anyone. All of it.
“Miss,” FRIDAY interrupted your thoughts. “Mr. Stark is requesting your presence in his lab.”
“Not now, FRIDAY,” you responded. “Tell him I’m busy.”
“Really? You think getting FRIDAY to lie for you would work?” Tony’s voice came through your phone. “I need you. Shuri and T’Challa are almost here.”
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow? I’m tired.”
“Honey, I know that you’re tired, but we need to find out what’s wrong. And Shuri won’t be able to stay long.”
“I’m all yours in the morning. Let me have the rest of the day to myself, Dad.”
Tony sighed. “Fine… do you want me to warm up the theater room and some popcorn? We could have a movie night?”
“I want to be by myself.”
“Please don’t shut me out, sweetheart. I just want to help.”
“I’ll be in for dinner.”
You took your phone and quickly shut it down. After putting it in a pocket on your chair, you went back to watching the trainees run. Slow and silent tears trickled down your cheeks as you watched them make their laps, wishing you could join them.
The sun was setting and you had yet to move from your spot. The team didn’t want to push you, though they had been keeping an eye on you out there. Tony had his arms folded as he watched you from the far windows of the common room. Steve sighed as he came up beside his teammate.
“She’s still out there,” he said.
“Hasn’t moved all afternoon,” Tony added, moving towards the bar. “She’s taking steps backwards.”
Steve followed. “It’s just a bad day, Tony.”
“She’s had bad days, Steve. This…” He began pouring himself a glass. “This is different.” Tony passed Steve a drink.
“Thanks.” The soldier took a swig. “Is Shuri in the lab?"
“Yeah, she brought somethings for Y/N to try out before—or, I guess, as we run more tests.”
“It’s going to work Tony. We’re going to help her.”
“I hope, because I don’t think I can fail her more than I already have.”
You had been trying to talk yourself out of it for about an hour. But you were even too damn stubborn for even yourself. You and your wheelchair were on the track. You had pushed yourself to the edge of the wheelchair, your feet touching the ground. But you couldn’t feel it, you couldn’t feel the track. With a deep breath, you pushed yourself from the wheelchair and tried to stand. You were immediately on the ground, head jolting back to hit against the edge of your wheelchair.
“Ow,” you groaned. Your hand rubbed the back of your head. You inhaled sharply when you felt liquid. Bringing your had back around, you noticed the blood. “Shit.”
You turned yourself onto your stomach so that you could grab your wheelchair easier. Lifting up your arms, you grabbed onto your wheelchair and heaved yourself up. You knew that your fathers were not going to be happy with you when you got inside.
“May I be of some assistance, Y/N?”
You practically jumped out of your chair, hand shooting up to  press against your chest. “Vision!” You exclaimed. “You scared me.”
“My apologies. I was just walking about the ground when I noticed you out here. Would you like some help getting inside?”
Your thoughts immediately went to the injury on the back of your head. You didn’t know how Vision would react, especially because you didn’t know how bad it actually was.
“Uh… I… well—“
“I’ll take her from here, Vis,” Bucky said, jogging up. “We’re supposed to be heading to the lab together, anyway.” You quirked a brow at Bucky, confused.
“Oh, yes, of course,” Vision responded. “I will just continue on my walk then.”
“Thanks, Vis,” you said, giving him a small smile.
He nodded before disappearing. Some walk. Bucky came up to you, shaking his head.
“You’re very lucky, young lady,” he said, shaking his finger at you. “Steve and Tony are sitting at the bar or they would have been furious to see you on the ground like that. Are you okay?”
“Actually… I don’t know,” you responded.
That surprised Bucky, but in a good way. Though he couldn’t show it. “What’s up?”
“I, uh, I hit my head.” You lift up your hand, revealing the blood on your finger tips.
“What?!” He rushed around to the back of your wheelchair. Thank goodness the tracks lights were on so that he could see the cut and the blood trickling down. “Shit. We need to get you to the med-bay. You may in stitches.”
“This is just great,” you grumbled. “Now no one will ever let me out of their sight.” You buried your head in your hands as Bucky began pushing you back towards the compound. “I’m so done.”
“It’s okay to feel that way, Y/N. In fact, it’s completely normal. But Shuri and T’Challa are here and they have ideas—“
“It doesn’t matter. None of their ideas could help me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Really?” You turned your head to look up at Bucky. “Could any of their ideas allow me to access my powers again?” Bucky sighed, not answering. You scoffed and turned your head back around. “Yeah, didn’t think so.”
“No, you know what?” You grabbed your wheels and tried to take over the steering. “I’m fine. Let me just go to bed.” It was pointless, trying to steer yourself away against a man with a metal arm. “Bucky, please.”
“No. We’re going to fix up your head and they we’re going to have a movie night, we haven’t had one in a few weeks.”
“I want to be alone.”
“Not a chance.”
“What the hell happened?!” Tony exclaimed, him and Steve coming to a sliding stop in front of you in the med-bay.
Bucky was sitting beside you, holding your hand as a nurse stitched you up. When Steve and Tony finally noticed you were off the track, they asked FRIDAY where you had gone. The AI immediately told the men where you were located, which freaked them out.
“Y/N! Are you okay?” Steve fretted, coming up to kneel in front of you and cup your cheek. “What happened?”
“It’s nothing,” you grumbled, moving away from Steve’s hand.
“It’s nothing?! Then why is there a nurse stitch up the back of your head?!” Tony exclaimed.
“Stark,” Bucky said, trying to give a kind warning tone.
“What?!” Bucky shot him a look. “Okay, okay.” Tony held his hands up and took a deep breath. “What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you responded, eyes focused on your fidgeting hands.
“Bucky?” Steve questioned.
Bucky looked at you and then sighed. “She tried to walk on her own,” he replied.
“What?!” / “Why?!” / “Bucky!”
“I was in the compound, watching her when it happened. I didn’t get to her in time. She hit her head on the back of her chair.”
“Y/N,” Steve breathed out, “how could you—“
“Don’t finish that,” you interrupted. “You should already know the answer anyway. Am I done here?”
“Yes,” the nurse responded. “It will be tender for a little bit, but it should heal up fine.”
“Thank you,” Bucky said as the nurse walked away.
“Can I go to bed now?” You asked, still not looking at any of the men.
“No,” Tony answered. “We need to talk about this.”
“Not now, Dad, please. I’m too tired for this.”
“You know that you can’t get up on your own.”
“Thanks for the reminder, cause I needed another one.”
“You need to talk out your feelings, doll,” Steve said. “You’re not fine right now.”
“I don’t need to do anything. And I am. I’m just having a bad day, am I not allowed one of those?”
Steve sighed. “You are. We’re just worried.”
“Well stop. I’m fine. I’m going to bed and no one should dare try and stop me.”
“How are you feeling today, Y/N?” T’Challa asked as Shuri was making sure everything was ready for the tests today. Tony and Steve weren’t in there yet, which kinda surprised you. You hadn’t seen them all day.
“Fine,” you responded with a shrug.
“I heard you hit your head las—“
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay. Then how’s therapy? We’ve heard the braces are giving you trouble.”
“Yeah. Dad’s blaming it on himself, but I just don’t think I’m meant to walk again.”
Upon mention of him, Tony and Steve had paused before turning around the corner. They both felt another crack in their hearts at your defeated tone. You had been doing so good, being so positive, until just very recently. But now, it had seemed like you lost all hope.
“It’s not his fault though,” you continued. “It’s nobody’s fault.”
“Have you asked Colonel Rhodes about his braces?”
“I’ve kinda been ignoring him… I feel bad but… I get jealous every time I see him because his braces work and mine… well, mine don’t work for me.”
“I’m sure he’d understand.”
“Yeah. But then he’d talk to Dad and Pa about it and they’d get all guilty. Well, more guilty than they already feel. I see it in their eyes every time they look at me. It hurts, then makes me feel guilty for causing that.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“But I do.”
“Are you ready, Y/N?” Shuri asked, coming closer with a set of braces.
“I guess.”
“Where’s Stark and the Captain?” T’Challa wondered, looking around.
“We’re right here,” Steve replied, coming around the corner.
“Hey, kiddo,” Tony greeted. He immediately came up to you, put a gentle hand on your back, and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “Sleep well?”
“Could have been better,” you mumbled.
Tony’s brow quirked. “Well you always tend to fall asleep to one of Cap’s briefings—“
“Hey!” Steve exclaimed, causing a small giggle to slip between your lips.
“—maybe we need to have one tonight.”
“My briefings aren’t that bad,” Steve grumbled, pouting slightly.
“Okay, Cap,” Tony patted the man’s back. “Whatever you say.”
“If you boys are done, we’re going to start now,” Shuri said, giving the men a disapproving look. “Y/N, I’m going to insert small sensors into six points of your head. I don’t want to fit you to any prosthetics until I get some readings on your brain. I want you to go about your normal routine, especially your therapy sessions with Stark’s braces.” 
“For how long?” Steve asked, coming to your free side and resting a hand on your shoulder.
“To get the best results, a month. I will be monitoring from Wakanda, making different braces and such as I get results.”
“It’s going to take that long?” You mumbled.
“As I’m sure you’ve realized in the past six months, Y/N, that this is not an easy or fast process.”
“You got that right,” you scoffed.
“You just need to be patient,” T’Challa said. “We have some of the best technology and scientific advances. We will find a way to help you.”
“When are the sensors going in?”
“As soon as you’d like,” Shuri said. “I already have everything set up. You’ll have to be put under, but for no longer than an hour.”
“Let’s just get it over with.” 
Tony and Steve shared a look. They didn’t know what to do to help you but be there for you.
“We’ll be here the whole time, sweetheart,” Tony said, placing a kiss on your head.
“Yeah,” Steve agreed, doing the same, “every second.”
The first day the sensors were in, you had a massive migraine. Shuri had said that would be normal and to take a day. Tony and Steve had to be stopped by Bucky and Natasha to let you have a few moments of peace and quiet to yourself. Other than that, your two fathers were always at your side.
The second day you woke up before everyone and headed to the gym. You took your time getting your braces on. Nervously, you bit your lip as you rolled yourself over to the bars. You knew that the sensors weren’t put in to help with your braces, but you couldn’t help but hope a little. 
Taking a deep breath, you reached up and gripped onto the bars. You used the bars to help pull you out of the wheelchair and hold yourself between them. You gripped the bar tightly as you tried to force the brace to move your leg. You got your foot to move forward barely anything. But that took a lot out of you. Readjusting your grip on the bars, you tried the other leg, with the same result.
“You aren’t suppose to be down here alone,” Sam’s voice came from the doorway.
You glanced up before focusing back down on your feet. “Yeah, well, I didn’t want an audience. Who told you I was down here?”
“FRIDAY.” Sam headed towards you.
“That little snitch.”
“Don’t get mad at the AI. I was already awake and she figured that you didn’t want Steve or Tony here.”
“It’s not that I don’t want them here,” you sighed. “It’s just… they—“
“It’s a lot of pressure from them.”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I know they’re not trying to make me feel that way. But they are. And I don’t need anymore guilty or pitiful looks from them.”
Sam stood at the other end of the bars. He held out his hands, motioning you to come to him. “Well, I won’t do that to you, kid. Now, come or I’m going to start insulting you.”
You giggled. “Insulting me? You think that will get the braces to work with my brain?”
“It’s worth a shot.”
You nodded, focusing back on your feet. Taking another large breath, you tried to get your leg to move again. It did, only this time you couldn’t get your foot to straighten out causing you to trip over it. Sam lunged forward, catching you before you face planted.
“I got you, kid,” he said. “I got you.”
“This is so stupid, Sam,” you huffed as he stood you back up. “It isn’t fair… Rhodey’s braces work, so just Bucky’s arm. Why can’t mine?”
“I wish I knew, Y/N. I really did. But everyone’s trying. We all want you to be able to walk again.”
“I want to be able to run again.”
“Baby steps, kid. Literally.” He backed up a little, but not too far. “Come on, try again.”
You huffed, looking down again to focus on your feet. You got one foot to move a little, earning a cheer from Sam. You couldn’t help but smile a little. The next three little steps were successful as well.
“Very good, Y/N!” Sam exclaimed. “Almost to me.”
This was the best your braces had ever done, making you feel good. But, as always, that feeling couldn’t last forever. In the middle of your next step, the braces froze unwilling to move.
“What the—“ your muttering was halted when a rush of electricity shot from the braces.
“Y/N!” Sam exclaimed as you fell to the ground.
You cried out in pain as the electricity filled your whole body. Sam’s hands were hovering over you as he tried to figure out what to do without getting electrocuted himself.
“FRIDAY, get help!” Sam ordered.
“Already on it,” the AI replied. A few seconds later, Tony, Shuri, Steve, Bucky, and Bruce were rushing in.
“We’ve got to get those braces off of her,” Tony immediately said.
“I got it!” Bucky replied, using his metal hand to rip a section off of your leg.
The electricity immediately stop, allowing you to lie limp against the floor. You had your eyes closed as you breathed heavily. Steve was quick to pull you into his arms before Shuri hovered something over you.
“The sensors are still good,” Shuri confirmed. 
“Y/N,” Steve gently shook you, “talk to me, sweetheart.”
“Ow,” you grunted, still keeping your eyes closed. A few chuckled. 
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I sat in an electric chair.”
“This is all my fault,” Tony said, running a hand down my face. “I haven’t been able to figure out what’s wrong with the braces and now they go and do this.” He shook his head, turning to face away from everyone. His hand ran through his hair, tugging at it. “I can’t believe I keep failing like this.”
“Dad,” you called. You reached your arm out and opened your eyes slightly. “Please, turn around and look at me.” It took a few moments for him to give in, but eventually Tony faced you. “Can you come here?” You motioned him closer. He took your hand, letting you tug him closer. “This isn’t your fault. Nothing about the past six months have been your fault.”
“Stop it. Yes, I may fail at showing that I don’t believe that it’s your fault. But I don’t. I don’t blame you. And I never will, even for my braces not working.”
“The braces—“
“I’m serious, Dad. Stop blaming yourself.” You looked up at Steve, who was still holding you. “Same goes for you, Pa. None of this is your fault.”
Bruce, Tony, and Shuri worked through the rest of the day trying to find out what happened to your braces and to build new ones. Steve, Sam, and Bucky spent the rest of the day researching other ways to help you. They all did this while you rested in your room, the electrocution taking a lot out of you.
“I’ve got it!” Bucky exclaimed, jolting Sam and Steve from the research they were doing. 
“What is it, Barnes?” Sam wondered.
“I can’t believe we haven’t thought of it before! The answer’s been right in front of our faces the whole time.”
“What are you talking about, Buck?” Steve asked.
Bucky jumped up, rushing out of the room. “I’ve got to go into the city.”
“Where?” Steve stood up. “Where are you going?!”
“The New York Sanctum!”
Sam and Steve shared a look before hurrying after their friend.
“Wait for us!”
“We’re coming too!”
“Does she know you’re here?” Dr. Strange asked.
When the men arrived, it didn’t surprise him all much. He knew what had happened and it was only a matter of time before someone was at his door asking about it.
“No,” Steve said, shaking his head. “We wanted to know if you’d be open to it first.”
Strange sighed. “Captain, there is a reason I have not brought this up to the team sooner. Learning magic is a high cost.”
“I’m sure she’d be willing to pay it,” Bucky said. “She just wants to walk again.”
“Her learning the mystic arts does not guarantee that Y/N will walk again, nor does it guarantee that she will gain her powers back.”
“Strange, we have to try,” Sam pled. “We’ve been there the whole time, watching her struggle with this. Y/N needs hope. This can be that.”
“You can not make agreements for her that only she can make.”
You were awoken from your nap by Tony’s yelling.
“No!” He yelled. “Absolutely not! We are not sending her away to learn to be a wizard. This isn’t Harry Potter!”
“Tony, this could be her one shot at walking again,” Steve argued. “Don’t you care about that?”
“Of course I do! What do you think I’ve been working myself to the bone for?! I want her to be able to walk again. Be able to chase us around the compound and feel free again. I want that more than anyone could possibly know.”
“I know, Tony, I know. I’m sorry.” Steve paused with a sigh. “This isn’t up to us though. This needs to be her choice.”
You could practically hear the gears turning in Tony’s head from where you were. But you didn’t care. You were simply confused, what were they fighting about exactly? Where would you be going?
“Hello, Y/N,” a voice said from the other side of your room.
You jumped, your hand going to your chest. You looked over with wide eyes as Dr. Strange stepped through a glowing portal. As he came closer to you, the portal closed.
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he continued. “I just figured we should probably talk alone before those two barge in with their opinions.”
“Talk to me about what?”
Dr. Strange went on to explain what he had to offer, with the pros and cons of it. He also explained that the cons were the reason he had not brought it to you sooner. A part of you wanted to be furious at him, but you figured that he knew the mystic arts better than you did. 
“You would have to stay with the others in training,” he continued. “As to not distract you from what you where there to learn. You do not have to become a fully trained master of the mystic arts, but you have to be trained enough to be able to keep the spells you would need going.”
“No,” Tony said, entering the room with Steve. He pointed his finger at you as he made his way to you. “You’re not going. And you,” he pointed at Strange, “need to leave.”
“Tony, this isn’t your decision to make,” Steve scolded.
“She’s not 18 yet, so it is! She’s staying here and giving Shuri’s way a try.”
“And if it doesn’t, work?”
“Then we’ll call the wizard back and ask him for his help. We haven’t used all of our options yet!"
“Dad! I may not be 18, but neither of you are my official fathers,” you retorted. 
You knew that it would hurt them both, reminding them about that. But you saw no other way. Seeing Tony’s reaction towards it, honestly made your decision for you. He was taking all this all himself, too much. He was going to kill himself finding a way to help you, and you couldn’t let that happen.
“I’m going with Strange,” you continued. “I know the consequences, and I’m going today.” You met Tony’s gaze. “I’m sorry, Dad. You’ve tried your best, but we have to give something else a try.” You grabbed one of his hands, holding it with both of yours. “Please, trust me with this.”
Tony wanted so desperately to trust you. But he couldn’t help but feel that you didn’t trust in him to help you. That enormous weight of guilt already on him, grew. Tony tore his hand out of your grip.
“Fine, go,” he huffed. “Like you said, we aren’t your real fathers. We can’t stop you.” He turned, heading for the door.
“Dad!” You called, but he continued on. “Dad!” You looked at Steve, tears clouding your vision. “Are you going to walk away too?”
“Never,” Steve shook his head, bring you in for a large hug. “If this is what you want, I fully support you. But don’t feel like this is your only option.”
“I want to do it. I want to give it a try. But I don’t want to leave Dad like this. I don’t want him mad at me.”
Steve sighed, pulling back so that he could look at your face. “Tony’s not mad at you. He’s mad at himself. He wants to be the one to help you because he feels that he caused this.”
“But I—“
“It doesn’t matter what you say. He still believes that it’s his fault. And he may always feel that way, it just may dim. Please don’t blame yourself for any of this. He just needs time and to, maybe, step away from this problem.”
“That’s why I need to go. I can’t have you all distracted.”
“Doll, you’re not a distraction. You’re anything but. And if this is what you really want, I fully support you.”
“Thanks Pa.” You pulled him in for another hug. “Take care of everyone while I’m gone.”
“Of course.” He kissed your cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”
You pulled away and looked at Dr. Strange. “I’m ready. If you’re willing to teach me.”
“I am,” Strange responded, holding out his hand. “Let’s go.”
Training was not easy. And you never thought it was going to be. There was a lot you were required to learn before you even got to testing any spells that could help you. Even while sitting in a wheelchair, every day was exhausting. Due to worrying about how your progress would be affected, Strange didn’t allow you to contact any of the team. This was hard on not just you, but the whole team. 
Tony was grumpier than usual, to no ones surprise. And was now carrying guilt about how he left you that day. Sometimes Pepper would find him making improvements to your room at night. Muttering something like, “have to keep it up to date for when she does decide to appear through a portal”. Steve was doing his best to take care of everyone like he had promised you. Though sometimes he forgot to care of himself. Luckily, Natasha, Sam, and Bucky were there to help with that. 
And it didn’t get any easier for any of you for 10 months. That’s right, it took you 10 months before you felt like you could go home. You had chosen to learn a little magic, with promises to come back and learn more. You just needed to see your family.
It was movie night when you decided to make your return. You had checked through a small portal to make sure they were all there. And sure enough, they were. You waited until they were well into the movie before placing yourself on a chair behind them all. Your heart burst with joy and every laugh and comment that was made. Oh how you had missed them all so much.
When the movie was over, the lights came on. Tony was the first one to stand up, stretching.
“Well, that was a good one,” he said. “Only wish—“ He suddenly stopped, eyes going wide once they laid on you. “Y/N,” he whispered.
A few “what’s” and “Y/N’s” were heard as the whole team looked where Tony was. Steve quickly got up from his seat as well. You stayed sitting where you were, not ready to move yet.
“Y/N?” Steve questioned, eyes glimmering with happy tears.
“Hey, Pa,” you smiled, holding back your own tears. “Hey, Dad.”
“You’re here,” Tony whispered, like he was in shock.
“Yes, Dad. I’m here. And I have something to show you.” You pushed yourself from your seat. Bucky was quickly at your side to help you. You push his hands away. “I got this, Buck.”
He smiled at you, kissing your cheek quickly before stepping back. You took a deep breath as you took a step. You had been practicing this for only a month. So there was still a chance you could trip, but you knew someone would catch you. You could hear everyone’s breath of reliefs and shock as you took your first step. You continued on without missing a beat, heading straight to Tony. Letting tears slip down your cheeks, you made it to Tony, pulling him into a tight hug. He quickly hugged you back, even tighter.
“You’re okay,” he whispered.
“I’m okay,” you said. “I’m right here.”
He held you closer, kissing your head. “I’m so sorry. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, Dad.”
From beside the two of you, Steve cleared his throat. “Can I get a hug?” He asked. You giggled, releasing Tony and turning to hug Steve. He hugged you tightly, lifting you up from the ground. “It wasn’t the same without you here, doll.”
“I wasn’t the same without any of you.”
You walked around the room, making everyone (but Vision) cry as you greeted them. It was wonderful to be back with everyone again. You all stayed up talking, swapping stories from the past 10 months you were separated. You ended up falling asleep with your head in Tony’s lap and your feet in Steve’s. Not wanting to move you, they willingly fell asleep on the couch with you.
In the morning, you woke up to whispers. Looking around, you noticed that Steve and Tony weren’t on the couch with you anymore. Peeking over the couch, you noticed the whole team gathered in the kitchen.
“She’s awake!” Bucky announced. “Come here, Y/N.” He waved you towards them.
You stood up, stretching out. “Well, good morning to you all too,” you replied. You walked over, noticing the pastries that littered the counter and the decorations. “What’s all this?”
“It’s a mix of a welcome home breakfast and birthday breakfast,” Tony answered, putting arm around your shoulders once you wee close enough. 
“We also have a present for you,” Steve said, pulling a thin box out from behind his back. He held it out for you. “Open it.”
With shaky hands, you took the box and carefully untied the ribbon keeping it closed. You set the box on the counter and took off the top. Inside there was tissue paper, you moved it to reveal an official looking document. You swallowed as you picked it up. You gasped as you read it through.
“You’re… I’m… Y/N Rogers-Stark?” You giggled through the emotion that was building up in your throat.
“We know that you’re now 18 and it doesn’t matter all that much,” Steve said.
“But we wanted it to be official,” Tony continued. “Though it was harder than it looks since Steve and I aren’t married, or will we ever be.”
“You two are my… my fathers? Officially?”
“Yes,” Steve replied. “Is that okay?”
You jumped, bringing them other in for a hug. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you!” They both hugged back. “I love you both so much!”
“We love you too, sweetheart,” Tony said.
“Always,” Steve added.
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lovemarvelcast0105 · 7 days ago
So it's been a few years now but this story (well parts of it) is based on a true, personal event. But anyway basically for this story the reader is a teen and is quarantining with the Marvel cast for a new movie, most of the people mentioned in this story are from the preferences, the reader is far from home seeing as she comes from England and sadly she can't spend Christmas with her family and to make matters worse, well I can imagine you can guess from the title. So yeah just lots of fluff and the marvel cast comforting the reader.
Christmas was supposed to be a happy time for you, and for mainly everyone else. Everyone was a little bit fed up that they couldn't spend Christmas properly with their families but you were especially sad as you were only a teen and you had already spend quite a long time away from your family located in England. But even though you missed your family dearly at least you could spend Christmas with people who were basically like your second family as you have grown up in the Marvel films since you were little. And you parents couldn't be happier with the cast being your temporary guardians for the holidays, even bough they would love to see you.
So here you were on the big sofa surrounded by your second family. With your head on Chris. E's lap with takeout pizza in-front if you whilst watching Die Hard on Christmas Eve.
Even though you weren't paying attention to a thing that was going on in the movie. Instead your eyes we're glued to the screen of your phone waiting for it to light up meaning your parents were ringing you to say happy Christmas and goodnight. As son as your phone showed the details of your parents contact you grabbed your phone and rushed to your room whilst on the way yelling to the other not to bother pausing the movie and waiting for you.
"Hey Mum, hey Dad. Merry Christmas Eve!!!" Zhou squealed with excitement.
"Merry Christmas darling" they replied in a bland tone.
"Is something wrong?"
"I'm Y/n ..." you're dad softly down the phone but was interrupted by the sounds of his own sobs.
"Mum what's wrong why is Dad crying?" you said shakingly, struggling to stand properly on your feet as your whole body was shaking.
"Darling, we hate hate hate to tell you this over the phone but we thought you had the right to know as soon as like we did."
Then. Silence.
"Darling your - your. We've um just been told that your Granddad has passed away" your mother cried.
"Is Nan ok?"
"Darling you don't need to worry about her"
No no is Nan ok"
"Well you can imagine she's upset but we are all taking care of her. I think she just misses you as well"
"I miss her too"
"Are you ok?!"
"Well of course I'm upset, I'm devastated but even though I can't see you I've still got everyone downstairs to look after me"
"Do you want me to give Robert a ring or Scarlett explain to them so you don't have to?"
"No no no I'll be fine Mum seriously"
"Alright we'll have a goodnight sleep and have a good day tomorrow we love you so much."
"I love you lots" you choked struggling to hold back the tears at this point.
Once as you hung up the phone you held the tears back and tried to stand up on your feet making your way downstairs. "Hey all I've just spoken to the family but I'm im a bit tired so I think I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight!" Then there were a chorus of 'goodnight Y/n', 'love you', and 'sweet dreams.'
When you got back to the room and locked it behind you you let your legs finally give in and collapsed on the bed releasing all the forced sobs out. Soaking the sheets with your tears.
- skip to next morning -
"Morning all" Robert greeted as he come down the stairway in his Christmas pjs.
"Don't you think you're a bit too old to be wearing Christmas fluffy pjs?" Scarlett questioned.
"Age does not matter it comes to something this fluffy Scarlett"
"We'll hate to tell you I've got you some too. Me and Y/b went shopping the other day and got you all Christmas pjs!" Before he went on he was interrupted by his phone vibrating. "It's Y/N's mum" he said giving a confused look. "Hello!"
"Hey Robert. Is everything alright?"
"She hasn't told you?"
"Hasn't told me what?" Robert replied earning everyone's attention that was on their phones but was now on Robert and his phone conversation.
"Ummm oh god!"
"Hang on hang on its ok do you mind if I put you on speaker so everyone else can hear?" Robert asked as he made his way to where everyone was gathered.
"Yeah yeah no problem. Is she there?"
"No sleepy beauty is still asleep" Mackie jokes but when they didn't get a chuckle as your Mum's reply they were even more concerned.
"So what's up is everything for with you guys?"
"Well..." as your mum explained to everyone over the phone what had happened and what she had to tell you last night. Everyone could feel their heart sink, thinking about poor you who had to not only spend the holidays without her family but has also lost a close family member and couldn't grieve with them properly. As soon as the sent your mother blessing and wishes they made way to your room.
You hadn't been able to sleep since the phone call last night. Only softly cry. Everything was silent until a faint few taps approached from the other side of your door.
"Come in" you whispered with your back still facing the door but turning around to only see everyone squashed in a bundle in your doorway.'
"I said to come in dorks" you smiled a small watery smile as you released a few more tears.
"Oh sunshine come here" Lizzie blurted as she pulled you into a warm embrace then letting Scarlett hold you tightly close to her only allowing all the tears to be released. Which encouraged the rest of them to create a group hug.
"I'm sorry I ruined your Christmas Day"  you cried whilst resting your head on Scarletts chest as she gently placed her head on top of yours still holding you close to her.
"Oh sweetheart you didn't ruin our day" Evans sympathetically spoke as he stroked your hair and Hayley wiped your tears away using  the cuff of her top.
"You could never!" Robert proclaimed.
"We just wish you told us when you found out" Brie responded.
"I know I'm sorry"
"But it's okay you were hurting" Sebastian explained.
"We just wish you could've so we could hug you sooner" Tom (Holland) chuckled.
"How about you have a nice hot shower to relax you. Then we can open some presents." Hayley grinned.
"Then you can help me and Lizzie with the food cause the rest of them are useless when it comes to cooking" Scarlett joked.
"I'd love that. Thank you guys millions. I love you all." You sniffled as Scarlett held you even closer soon joined by multiple pair of arms.
"We love you more Y/n!!"
Don't ask me why I decided to do a Christmas story at the beginning March I just had this idea and I thought it would be nice for any of you going through loss. But yeah, fortunately I did lose my Granddad to cancer a few years back on Christmas Day which sucked. But who ever is going through loss at the moment whether it's a a family member, a friend or even a pet just know that I'm here to talk if you want to. Love you guys xxx
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lovemarvelcast0105 · 7 days ago
The End?
You're part of the marvel cast and you've grown up with them. You're promoting Endgame. Just need to say be prepared to cry cause you better believe I had a full on mental breakdown whilst writing this.
You were all sitting down on one long table you, the original six, Lizzie, Sebastian, Anthony, Tom (Holland), Paul (Rudd) and some other cast members along with the Russ brothers. This interview was different from the many others you had done together as it was mostly likely your last interview that you were going to do together as a big group. You never really cried in front of your cast mates except from scenes in the move where your character had to tear up. However your cast mates off set never saw you cry or show any over emotion than happiness and they just got used to that's how you are. But you had a feeling that today was the day that they saw you cry for the first time.
"So now that Endgame is out what is next for you guys?" Oh god, the question caused a sharp pain in your heart and it really just broke into a million pieces.
"Guys you gonna answer?" Anthony Russo questioned after a minute of silence.
"Oh yeah! Sorry! Well - it's it's hard, it's very hard for all of us that we're actually done with this. I mean we are all really one big family, it's true. We've been there for each other through breakups, divorces, illnesses." Robert answered.
"I mean when Y/N's family couldn't make it to her graduation we all went to cheer her on and congratulate her and treat her to a little get together afterwards" Cevans added as he looked at you with a warm smile. "You know, we've been through so many things together like Robert said. These films and these people have become a massive part of each of us and now that it's coming to an end and I think I can speak for everyone her when I say that we just don't know how to cope with it."
"It's the end of the line" Sebastian commented. With mixed emotions coming from the crowd and the cast whereas you sit there processing that this could actually be the end of the greatest journey you've ever experienced. Trying to hold in the tears.
"I'm surprised you didn't make that comment Y/N!" Anthony Russo said making everyone look towards you. "You ok?" he asked when he noticed the bottom of your eyes gleaming with the tears welling up in your eyes. "You wanna say anything?" he asked sympathetically.
"Ummm - as most of you know I joined this franchise which now I call my second family in Captain America the winter soldier which was what now like 3 years ago. And I was 15 back then now turning 19 soon. So I've literally grown up with these weirdos especially Evans and Scarlett. And I was like most of you fans out there. Marvel movies were and still are my comfort movies. I still remember vividly seeing Iron Man for the first time and remember becoming hooked. So whenever I got stressed, I watched a marvel movie same when I was upset or happy or any other emotion you name it I was watching a marvel movie. And I can't describe how grateful I am to be welcomed into this home and family." you choked. Now not caring about anyone's thoughts you let the tears stream down your cheeks causing a few gasps and 'aww's from the crowd and the cast.
"I'm sorry I don't want to sound over exaggerated here but I wouldn't . I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for these people. They have literally saved my life and they are my true guardian angels and that's why I have little angel emojis next to their contact names, because as Im sure they've done for many of you they've saved my life by just being there for me." you cried causing all the cast to rush over to you and pull you into a big group hug.
"I love you guys" you whispered them.
Then there was a chorus of 'we love you too Y/N.'
"I can't believe I've just seen you cry." Mackie commented trying to lighten the mood causing Scarlett to nudge him to shut up and then pulling you into a hug whilst kissing the top of your head.
"Even though this may be the end of filming Y/n, that doesn't mean this is over. Ok? You can always. Always!" She emphasized. "Come to one of us whenever, whether you're feeling sad, happy, stressed or you just wanna see us."
"You're never getting rid of us kid?" Lizzie added with a chuckle. Whilst Robert kept repeating the words 'we love you' whilst he stroked your hair.
I ain't crying why would I be crying. And I definitely didn't dream about this not only last night but for the past few weeks and I definitely DEFINTELY wasn't crying about it all day yesterday.
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kj-1130 · 8 days ago
Okay I kinda lied I’m about to post the next part of Nothing For Me. Be on the lookout!!
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Can I sleep over? My parents are arguing again. - Father figure!Tony Stark x Teen!Fem!Reader
Song suggestion (aka the song I'm listenintb to while writing this):
A/n: Okay, okay. I know that I didn't put Tony on the list of people I'd wrote for but after this, I'm going to add him and a few other people. Anyways happy pride month to my fellow LGBTQ+ friends! Flashbacks are italicized. Also I realized Tony might seem ooc but I'm trying. I didn't realize how long this story got until I finished writing it. Anyway hope you all enjoy :)
"Mom! Please stop! I can't keep helping you and dad with your problems." I say on the verge of tears. Let's go over what's been going on in my life from the last couple of months. My mom and dad have always had issues and fought. I always get caught up in between the middle of them. About two months ago I got recruited for the Avengers because I have pyrokinesis. I have had this power since I was younger. I can remember the day Tony Stark came to recruit me very clearly.
I was walking home from school when I noticed that there was someone fighting to get out of someone's grip. I went over figure out if this person needed help. When I finally got them out of the hold of the other person and they left, I heard clapping behind me. When I turned around I noticed that Tony Stark was behind me. "That was impressive kid, it really was." He told me. "Uh thank you." I tell him really quickly. I am was not used to getting complements from anyone, so when I did, I get really shy and nervous. "Walk with me here." He says as we start walk towards the park. It was around 6:30 pm, so not a lot of people were out. "So what's your name? How old are you? And where are your parents?" Tony asked me. He didn't seem mad, just concerned and what seemed to be in awe. Like he was in awe of what I could do. "Well for starters my name is Y/n Y/ln, I'm 17 years old and my parent are at home. They are probably fighting again."
Right then and there on that day, Tony Stark felt the need to protect me. It's not like he's subtle about it. I mean he does the same with Wanda, Pietro and Peter. We are the youngest on the team, and Tony just has this instinct to act fatherly when he can. Wanda, Pietro and I are all 17, while Peter is 15. Wanda and Pietro like to joke that I'm their unofficial triplet because we were all born on the same day but just a different times. Unfortunately, I'm still stuck at home with my parents who fight on the daily. My mom starts to yell at me before she tells me to go up to my room.
When I get up to my room, I grab my phone and call Tony. After two rings he picks up the phone. "Y/n! I haven't heard from you in a few days and neither has the twins or Peter. We were all starting to get worried about you." He says. I start to sniffle a little bit, not realizing I had started to cry. "Hey, hey. What's wrong." Tony says in a gentler tone then what he was speaking a few seconds ago. "Can I sleep over? My parents are arguing again. This time my mom yelled at me." I tell him. I immediately hear him saying yes and how he's on his way to pick me up. I knew right then and there, that I was going to be okay.
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aycshaaa · 9 days ago
I know I've been kind of M.I.A. for a while, haha, but I promise you guys I have a Criminal Minds fic in the works that I really hope you guys will love.
But for now, please send some anons! I wanna get to know y'all. Feel free to send in scenarios or something, because I'd loveeee to hear your ideas or even write tiny blurbs or headcanons about them. <3
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tara-learns-to-write · 13 days ago
I Guess I wasn’t Worth The Effort
 for all my amazing 200 followers <3 y/n is a little bit of a bitch in this and I have no clue why hehe.
Summary: you didn’t trust Tony so he stopped trying 
You had a good life
A mum who loved you 
Friends who cared about you 
It didn’t matter that you didn't know who your dad was
You laughed as you watched your mum try to show MJ and Betty how to knead bread. “Come on put your back into it then” you called from the couch laughing even harder as Betty tried to flick some of the dough in your direction “oh shut up L/n, if you’re so good then do it yourself” MJ glared. It was a day like this you treasured. Days the girls would come over and just spend time with you and your mum, sure you loved spending time with Peter and Ned as well but there was just something bliss about this little group you loved. You were a family. “I don’t think the couch is really comfy” you smirked.
 Sure you got curious from time to time but you never pushed the subject 
It was the only time your mum ever got defensive 
When you talked about him
“Can you at least tell me what he was like! I have a right to know” you shouted, arms waving and pointing, face turning red from frustration in a way that made you look like seom exotic bird doing a mating dance. “Look I know you want to know about him but he really isn’t worth it” your mum tried to reason, she knew you’d want to know about him eventually she just wanted to leave it until the last minute. “Why don’t you let me decide that” you asked, a sense of pleading clear in your voice.
Knock knock knock, your mum’s knuckles lightly tapped the door, she didn’t even wait for an answer before popping her head through the door. You never understood why she did that; knocked to ask for permission but never waited for an answer. “Hey sweetie, look I know you want to know about your dad, it’s just he was never there for me and never tried to support me. I left before he knew I was pregnant. I did it so you wouldn’t have to grow up going through what I did” she sat on the end of the bed, the soft white covers giving her a sense of hope that maybe she could preserve your innocence or rather ignorance over what your father was like. “I understand and I’m sorry I guess I was just interested but now I’m not sure I want to know anymore” you smiled.
You always ended up talking things through though
So over time, with the drip fed information about him your mother gave you, of course you grew to resent the non existent man
The once childish wonder soon vanished 
Sure you wanted to know who he was still 
But it just didn’t feel worth it 
“So you don’t want to know him anymore?” Betty asked, still not getting it because the last time you talked about him you had your heart set on finding out who he was. “It’s not like I don’t want to know him, it’s just that if it didn’t happen I wouldn’t feel sad or let down” you explained, sipping your drink eyes focusing on the other people in the cafe rather than the stare they were both giving you. “And this my friends is why i read about people, so confusing” MJ muttered into her cup a smirk clear on her face
But then it happened 
You found out who your dad was 
And for some reason you resented him more
“Oh don’t play dumb Tony you know exactly why I didn’t tell you, you and your privileged rich fucking ass didn’t care about me and I didn’t want that to happen to them!” you could hear your mum screaming down the phone, words fueled by years of pain and bitter memories. “Mum? Who is it?” you called walking through the hallway into the room she was currently arguing in “No they’ll decide what they want to do, not you” finger hitting the end call button with so much force you would have thought it would break. “Was that my dad?” you asked the same childhood innocence your mum had wanted to protect seeping into your tone, the same voice you used to ask if your dad was coming to your party at age 5. The same voice that cried when he didn’t show up. The same wide eyes that would stare out the window waiting to see if anyone would turn up on Christmas after you asked Santa for your dad. This was either going to break that little heart of yours or make it blossom into the person you were meant to be. “You know who Tony Stark is right?”.
Of course you’d seen him on the news 
Him and his little group of heroes saving the world but destroying cities at the same time
You didn’t hate them, in fact there were people on that team that you held great respect for 
Just the ‘let’s splash the cash and party’ attitude Tony seemed to have
Anyway you agreed to meet him 
Decide if he was worth it
And what better way to do that then in the tower for dinner
“So what do you like to do kid?” Tony asked watching as you drank the glass of water Steve had poured you earlier “I don’t know normal stuff, I enjoy writing and English but apart from that I don’t know. Doing up old cars is fun'' the man's face lit up at that. At least you were giving him straws to grasp at. “Maybe we could do that together some time?” he asked, hoping to fill his words to the brim until it overflowed into his smile. “Maybe” you shrugged, turning to look at the awkward and polite smiles the rest of the team wore, clearly noticing your discomfort. “So Iced Americano, I heard you draw? That’s pretty cool” trying to diffuse the tension was probably the best way to go but a part of you just wanted to give Tony a sense of hurt he had given you by abandoning you even though it wasn’t his fault. “Uhhh yeah I do, not very good writing though” he chuckled eyes looking at Sam for help on what to say next. “So what do you like to write?” Sam asked.
It went on like that for the next few times you went over there 
You didn’t want to hate your dad it was just you were too scared to let him get close
What if he left again?
Your bond grew with the others though
Especially Steve, Sam and Bucky
“Okay now you have to pick up 4” you explained to Bucky who was still confused about how Uno works “Ohhh okay okay” he was drawing the needed cards as Steve spoke from his place on the floor “why do you hate your dad?” What a question for 2 in the afternoon. “I don’t hate him, I just don’t trust him, I grew up waiting for him and he never showed up and now I’m meant to let him into my life and act like the perfect daughter to fix cars and read silly stories to him? I don’t think so” you replied, shaking your head. The one thing you tended to forget about the tower was anyone could hear what you said. Tony could hear what you said and he did it here. That was the start of the end.
After that conversation Tony began to grow distant 
Just when you were ready to open up 
Starks never did do very well with communication 
So your already sketchy relationship got even worse
He didn’t know you trusted him 
And you didn’t know he was hurt by your comment 
So you stopped going and he stopped picking up 
“It’s fine mum I guess I just wasn’t worth trying”
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sapphosvioletts · 13 days ago
Natasha and Bucky x Autistic Teen Daughter
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Summary: Natasha and Bucky, who were sent to interrogate a girl but ended up taking her in as their own, loved their daughter and would protect her with their lives, even if that's only from ignorant people - When they have to attend a dinner with some new agents and the agents are being ignorant about autistic people, Bucky and Nat stand up for their daughter. When one of the agents just can't seem to stay out of their business, she goes to their daughters room and tries to talk to her, resulting in her having a meltdown. Natasha and Bucky are good parents basically
Word count: 3,464
Warnings: Ableism, meltdown/description of meltdown, infantilization of autistic people, and potentially offensive language.
Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.
Side note - With the sia movie, autism awareness month, and just stuff in general (especially on twitter) i've gotten pretty fed up over the past little while with neurotypicals thinking they know everything, so that's how this fic came to be. It's annoying seeing so many people that think they are being nice and sweet to autistic people, but really just infantilize and ignore what they actually say. It feels like no one listens to us, instead they get their info from other neurotypicals and organizations like autism speaks that only harm autistic people.
This can be read as Bucky and Nat being in a romantic relationship or not. I didn't write this with the intention of having them date, but you can interpret it however you want.
I'm currently at my desk, working on some school work that I need to finish up for the week. It's a Friday evening and usually I have my work done by now, but I accidentally got a little off track this week so now I need to make up the work. The little slip in my schedule has stressed me out all week, despite the work not even being due until Sunday night.
To others it might not seem like a big deal, but I rely so heavily on schedules and consistency, so being thrown off even by just a couple assignments has made me really anxious and just put my whole mood off.
Natasha and Bucky, who immediately took me under their wing as their own, understand my need for schedules thankfully. They know because of it I've been anxious and just not feeling well these past couple of days, so they've tried their best to help me out in whatever little ways that they can, like making a list of what I need to do so it makes the tasks seem less overwhelming for example.
However, they couldn't cancel the dinner with a couple of new Shield agents this evening. They feel terrible, knowing I'm already on the verge of a shutdown any moment by now and didn't want to have my schedule messed up any more than it already was. But Fury made the decision that they are having dinner at the compound, and Natasha and Bucky couldn't get out of it.
From the living room and dining room, there are a set of stairs that lead up to the next floor, which is where my room is. The other Avengers have their own floors that connect to the living room as well, some even share a floor. Bucky and Natasha felt more comfortable being the closest to the living room and kitchen so if they had a nightmare they could come down without waking anyone. I also like it because I love to garden, and my little garden is visible right outside of my window, so it's perfect for me.
I love living on this floor, except for when there's a lot of people over because sometimes I can hear them from my room. Especially when I am already overwhelmed, the loud voices, clinking of silverware, loud TV, and chairs being scraped across the floor; they are all too much.
I jump when I hear the loud knock on the front door, and a loud greeting from Steve to the Shield agent. I close my eyes and put my hands over my ears while I lean my elbows on my desk, trying to block out the noises while I calm down. I just focus on my breathing for a while until I feel slightly better.
I pull out my phone and turn on some music to drown out some of the noise as I continue with my work. I end up getting sucked into my work, almost like the world had disappeared around me for a second, and before I knew it was finished. Granted, it didn't take very long as there wasn't much to do. I sigh and lean back in my chair, stretching my back.
I jump when there's a soft knock on my door. I tell them to come in, knowing it has to be either Natasha or Bucky with how gentle the knock was. Natasha pops her head in and I turn around in my chair to look at her. She comes all the way in and quietly closes the door.
"Here, I thought I'd bring you some food because you haven't had dinner yet." I smile at her thoughtfulness. She places the plate on my desk and kisses the top of my head. Her hand runs through my hair as she peers over at my desk. "You finished?" I happily nod. She smiles brightly at me and gives me a hug from behind.
"I'm proud of you bubs! I know how hard it was on you with your schedule changing, but you did such a good job." I smile even wider and my cheeks flush at her praise. I lean into her arms and wrap mine around her forearms. "How's dinner?" I ask, not moving from her warm embrace.
"You know, the usual Steve kindness, Tony's sarcasm and snark, Sam borderline between making fun of them and being the nice therapist." I laugh, kind of feeling bad for the new agents. "Well I should get back down, text me if you need anything. Love you." She kisses my forehead and starts to walk away. "Love you too"
Natasha walks back downstairs and takes her seat next to Bucky. "She good?" He asks, hushed. "Yep. She finished her work already." Bucky smiles and nods, both of them going back to their plates of food
Eventually the topic turned to family somehow, and everyone was going around talking about their families. "Do you have any kids Natasha? Or any plans in the future for them?" An agent asks Natasha. Nat hides her scoff, tired of people always assuming women will have kids or want to have kids in the future.
"Yes actually, she's 15." Natasha says kindly. The agents all smile and some urge her to go on about her, asking questions. "Well, she was being experimented on by an organization, and Steve found her when he broke into the base. He took her back to Shield and I was sent in to interrogate her, not knowing anything about her beforehand. After I found out she was only 14, Bucky and I decided to take her in instead of handing her off to CPS."
Natasha was usually more than happy to talk about her daughter, loving to brag to others about how great she is, but she doesn't know these new agents very well and doesn't want to give out too much information. "Oh! I think I read that case file when I was studying to become an agent. It's really sweet you guys would take her in, with her special needs and all."
Bucky and Natasha looked at each other, both internally sighing at the agents words. Their daughter has told them all about the misconceptions and harm that is caused by people thinking they are being nice, but really aren't. They both listened to their daughter, educated themselves, as well as read all of the ressources that their daughter has shown them herself, resources from other autistic people, not neurotypicals speaking for autistic people.
Before Natasha or Bucky could even speak, the other agents started speaking up. "She's special needs? That must be really difficult for you guys, it was really nice if you to take her in!" There's a chorus and coos of different variations of that. Natasha and Bucky are stunned for a moment by all of the agents speaking, but they quickly sober up.
Bucky and Natasha silently communicated that he could take this one, so he raises his hand to quite everyone before speaking up. "She actually prefers if you'd just say disabled instead of special needs, most disabled people do actually. It's not offensive to say disabled. And her being autistic doesn't make us 'sweet' or 'kind' for taking her in. We took her in because we love her and we knew after meeting her that we felt something with her."
The agents all look a little confused, not knowing where Bucky is going with this. Sam is smirking out of the corner of his mouth, content to see the agents getting scolded for their words. "But taking care of a child with autism is a lot of work, my sister works with kids with autism, and other special needs kids, and they can be a handful. I would think that you would be appreciative for the recognition of what you guys go through to deal with a child with autism."
This time Natasha speaks up, her eyes holding a piercing glare. "We don't 'deal' with her, and we don't need recognition for being a parent. We don't 'go through' anything, it isn't a big deal. Just because you know someone who works with autistic children doesn't mean you know what it's like to actually be autistic, or the parent of an autistic kid. If your sister is complaining about it being too difficult, maybe she should educate herself more so she can be better at her job."
The agents are stunned into silence. Natasha is smirking, more than happy to go off on ignorant people. "I bet if she understood how the kids brains work she would know that they aren't having a meltdown or being difficult for no reason, and she could actually be a helpful and responsible adult in charge and help to make accommodations for the child." The agent is about the speak but Bucky cuts her off.
"And again with the special needs, I thought I just told you not to say that. Everyone has 'special needs' it's what makes us individuals with our own feelings and personalities. It's just that because they are autistic you have a different view of their needs. Because you want them to act like neurotypicals so bad, you think it's inconvenient to accommodate them. But really if a neurotypical kid asked for the same exact thing, you would be more than happy to provide it." Bucky rants.
Natasha picks it up again now. "Our daughter is not difficult or something that we have to 'deal' with. When you actually listen to autistic people, it's really easy to know what they need. Our daughter is not a burden, and her being autistic only makes us love her even more. Because that's who she is, and her autistic traits are beautiful and we wouldn't change them for the world. What we would change, is how ignorant people can be."
Natasha huffs and sits back down in her chair. Bucky rubs her back comfortingly to calm her down, despite him being quite angry himself. Everyone is stunned into silence, until Sam speaks up. "It really isn't that hard to just listen to autistic people you know. I know that you think you're being nice, but by cooing at the parents of autistic people for being so 'sweet' and trying to make it seem like you're being understanding by saying you get how difficult they can be, all you're really doing is infantilizing them. And it's wrong." Natasha and Bucky both smile at Sam, silently thanking him.
Steve breaks the tension filled silence by trying to change the topic. Bucky and Nat let out a sigh of relief once they had moved on, not liking the tension but more than willing to keep telling them off if necessary. A couple minutes later it's like nothing even happened, but Nat and Bucky really hoped they at least gave them something to think about.
When it's time for dessert Bucky fills an extra plate for his daughter, the desserts being some of her favorites. He puts on a little bit of everything that's chocolate, already knowing his daughter will devour anything chocolate. "Who's the extra plate for?" One of the agents asks. For some reason these damn agents just can't keep out of everyone else's business.
"My daughter." Is all Bucky says before walking away and up the stairs. As predicted, his daughter squealed happily once seeing the chocolate mountain and hugged him tightly. Her excitement and happiness calmed him down from the confrontation earlier. He stared at her lovingly, absolutely loving to see her happy.
He gave her a kiss on the top of her head, laughing as she shoves a brownie in her mouth. He reluctantly left his daughter, wanting nothing more than to just stay with her. Maybe even stuff brownies in his mouth and brag about how he many he could fit while listening to her contagious laughter.
When he sat back down at the table one of the agents was missing, the one with the sister. He didn't think much of it, assuming she had maybe just gone to the bathroom.
I watch a TV show on my laptop, propped up in front of me on my desk while I boredly doodle on a scrap piece of paper. I dont hear the knock on my door over the sound of my laptop, but when there's a second, more forceful knock I jump in surprise. It can't be Natasha or Bucky, they wouldn't knock like that. I pause my laptop so I could be more alert.
I feel my throat close up as I anxiously look around at the door. Then the door opens and some unknown woman peeks her head in. "Ah, I knew you were in here, I heard the noise." She just steps in and closed the door behind her, casually strolling into my room and sitting on my bed like it's completely normal.
I don't know who this woman is and now she is just invading my space? All of my personal things and comfort items are in here, this is the one place that I feel comfortable. I'm too anxious and shocked to speak, I only stare at her.
"Hey! My name is agent Smith, and I just wanted to say that I'm super supportive of your autism, and I'm glad you found a family to take you in and take care of all your needs." She talks very condescending to me, like she thinks she's being nice and considerate, but she's really just being extremely disrespectful.
"My sister works with kids like you, you know. I've heard a lot about kids like you." She smiles at me and I pull my knees up to my chest, curling up into a ball on my chair, not liking the woman. "Oh, is this yours? It's so pretty, you're such a good artist!" She stands up and picks up my doodle.
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. How old does she think I am? She's treating me like i'm five, but unfortunately I'm too anxious to speak to say anything about it. "You know, I'm sure the others would like to meet you, they're all just downstairs."
I feel tears come to my eyes. I feel so helpless, I can't speak, I don't have a say in anything right now, I don't know who this woman is, and she is treating me like I'm a child who doesn't understand anything. I just want her to leave and get out of my room, but I can't even say anything.
"The kids my sister works with don't like to hang out or meet new people either. But the most important thing is that we slowly adapt them to it, teach them that they don't have to be alone and they are more capable of doing things than they think." I am so beyond frustrated at this woman. We aren't an animal being introduced to a new home, our brains just work differently, we don't just slowly adapt to things. We put up with those things because neurotypicals force us too, not caring about the harm it actually does to us.
And who is she to say that I'm more capable than I realize? I know my own capabilities, and they are sure as hell more than what she assumes I can do.
I'm frozen to my seat for a second, before my instincts kick in and I bolt out of my chair. I run to Natasha's room and lock the door behind me. I run around to the opposite side of the room and hide between her bed and bedside table. I stuff my face in my knees and sob, feeling so overwhelmed but also numb at the same time. A meltdown was a long time coming given the past couple of days, and given that I've already been on edge, that woman only made it even worse.
I don't know how long I'm sat in the small space, crying while rocking back and forth, not even knowing what I'm feeling but not liking it. It's a feeling that I can't explain to anyone else, I am so overwhelmed but under stimulated at the same time, it's like my body is too still and calm for the emotions that I am feeling inside. This causes me to scratch at my body, trying to find some sensory stimulation.
Eventually, I hear Natasha and Bucky calling out my name down the hall. The door handle to Natasha's room jiggles and she realizes that it's locked. They both give each other worried glances before Natasha quickly picks the lock. When she opens the door she takes note of the sniffles and quietly searches around her room.
When she spots me she waves Bucky over silently. She kneels in front of me and slowly puts her hands out for me. "Honey, it's just me, Natasha. Everyone has left now, it's just me, you, and Bucky in the room right now." She speaks softly, not wanting to overwhelm me.
I hesitantly look up and meet her green eyes. I then look at her hands and without thinking I pull mine out and slot them into hers. She smiles gently at me. "Can I sit closer to you?" I nod in response. She comes closer and sits in front of me, leaving a little bit of space for Bucky to join as well.
Bucky sits next to her and keeps quiet. He hands me a fidget toy and after a second of staring at it I grab it from him. After a minute of two of comfortable silence, just me fidgeting with the toy while trying to calm down, Natasha finally speaks up again. "Can I ask you some yes or no questions? Just shake your head head yes or no?" I nod, indicating to continue.
"Are you nonverbal?" I nod. "Okay, that's perfectly okay honey. Did something happen earlier?" Another nod. "Do you feel that you need to tell us what happened right now, or later? Shake you head yes if you want to tell us now, and shake no for later." I shake my head no. "Okay bubs, that's alright. I'm almost done just two more questions. Do you want to get in bed?" I nod my head yes and she smiles. "Good, last question. Do you want to be touched?" I nod again, wanting their comfort and the pleasant pressure.
"Alright, thank you honey." She squeezes my hand softly and stands up, Bucky following. I use her hands to help me stand up and she leads me to sit on her bed. "Do you want me to get your blankets?" I nod my head, so she kisses the top of my head and leaves to go grab them from my room.
I then hold my arms out to Bucky, wanting his strong, comforting hugs. He smiles and sits on the bed next to me, wrapping me in his arms. He pulls me into his lap and somehow maneuvers himself so he's leaning back against the headboard with me in his lap. He rocks us side to side, aware of how much I love the motion.
By now my sobs have turned into silent tears and sniffles here and there. I feel better, but still nonverbal and tired. Natasha comes back and closes her door behind her. She joins us on the bed and tucks the blanket around me. I contently snuggle into Bucky and the blankets.
Natasha hands me the remote to the TV in her room. I take it and start scrolling through netflix to find something to watch. I eventually settle on One Day at a Time and turn the volume down for my sensitive ears, as well as turning on the captions.
I shift off of Bucky's lap and instead settle in between the two. I lean my head on Natasha's chest and snuggle into my blanket. My hand find it's way to Bucky's metal arm and he happily lets me bring his hand over into my lap so I can fidget with it.
I love stimming with his metal hand and just feeling the plates move, it's really relaxing to me. I play with his fingers as my attention is given to the TV, bending and straightening them or running my fingers over his metal ones.
I feel warm and content in the arms of my two parents. The love that they have for me almost radiates off of them, and I can't help but feel so unbelievably happy and appreciative to have them in my life. Even in little moments of only watching TV and cuddling, they manage to make me feel like the most loved person in the world.
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tara-learns-to-write · 13 days ago
It Was Never Going To Be Me
Hey Besties Today is going to be filled with angst so buckle up. this will include unrequited love so. As I wrote this I found out I can’t say menacingly. 
Summary: They look so happy but what about you?
You had been friends with Peter since you were kids
You were inseparable all throughout elementary school
You could always be found in a lab together or watching movies you shouldn’t under the covers on sleepovers
As you rummaged through the box of photos, hot tears running down your face, you hadn’t wanted to cry but it’s hard when your best friend leaves you for someone else. Picking up a photo of you and Peter eating ice cream on the floor of his aunts flat at age 8 you could almost taste it.
“Peter you have it all over your face silly” giggles spilled from your mouth as Peter’s tongue tried to scope the sweet treat from the side of his mouth. “Did I get it?” he said, a toothy grin plastered on his face “yes” you replied even though it was clear he didn’t. You turned around to face May as she walked through the door, a smile on her face as she watched you both send innocent smiles her way “Okay you monkeys smile for me so I can take a picture for Y/n’s parents”.
A few days later your parents died (classic fanfic moment right there)
Both you and Peter didn’t understand what had happened but May ended up taking you in 
What really made him sad was the fact you didn’t smile anymore
You stood from the box and walked to your bed, boddy flopping down onto the soft covers, turning to the bear Peter had saved up to buy you weeks after your parents passing to try and cheer you up. It wouldn’t work this time.
“Here you go, his names barney and me and him are going to make you happy again, I promise”
That’s what he had said when he had give it to you
And slowly over time things did feel happier, the sun started to shine again and the weight on your shoulders had been lifted 
That’s how it was throughout high school as well
Close friends finding their feet and joining groups 
Then you met MJ and all three of you seemed to click 
“No no no okay if King Kong was to meet the Hulk then King Kong would definitely win” Peter reasoned in protest to your previous statement. Your eyes darted to MJ, looking for backup but she just put her book down and shrugged “I don’t know Y/n, have you met the Hulk?!”.
You ran up to MJ tears threatening to spill from your eyes. They weren’t tears of sadness, no, they were tears of joy. You pushed her in front of you, grabbing her shoulders and using her as a human shield as Peter ran in after you “MJ save me” you cried dramatically laughing as you did so “I have you now rebel!” Peter said as he slowly made his way towards you, menacingly stalking towards you. “You guys are literally 5 years old” she shook her head laughing at the pout forming on your lips. 
“No then I said to MJ that I would gladly destroy flash for her if he smacks her book away again, don’t look at me like that you know you would to” you whined to Peter, recounting the story that had gotten you on MJ’s bad side. “And she is angry because she thinks that you think she cant handle herself?” you nodded in reply, head flopping onto his shoulder as he stroked you hair in an attempt to soothe you “welp that seems like a you problem” he said pushing you of his shoulder and laughing as you fell off the bed “Rude!”.
Looking back on it all now you saw how stupid you were to presume that it would always be you 3 against the world 
You loved them with all your heart and you just didn’t think that they would break it like this 
You scrolled aimlessly through the messages of the month leading up to this disaster, most of them were the same. 
“Sorry gotta cancel me and Pete are going to look at that new museum, maybe next time :p”
“Sorry Y/n tell May I’ll be home late MJ needed help with the homework” 
“Can’t talk right now I’m with Peter”
“Can I call you later? Kinda busy right now”
Each message felt like a punch to the gut, if you would have just looked into it more then you would have seen it before it hit. If you would have just done more, been more, been different. You threw your phone at the wall in frustration (making a mental note to tell May it was Peter’s fault).
You had found out about the 2 of them a day before
Everyone had either been told or found out about MJ and Peter 
But no one thought to tell you 
They had said it was meant to be a surprise and the didn’t want you to feel bad 
They did this for you
Why did it not feel like that then?
You stopped dead in your tracks. Why were Peter and MJ holding hands? The grey of the lockers blending and mixing in framing the happy couple like some messed photo frame you’d find in some cheap store. Were you crying? You didn’t know and you didn’t care, you just wanted to know why they had lied to you. Storming over to them a sickly venomous smile plastered onto your face, it felt wrong to be smiling but what else can you do when your world seems to stop turning but smile and laugh and joke and carry on like you’re meant to? “Hey guys! I didn’t know you 2 were together, when did that happen?!” they knew you were upset in an instant not only because they were your friends but because when you lied or when you were hurt your voice tended to sound harsher as if the gods had rapped the Gleipnir  chain around your throat and it got higher like the flames of the underworld were lapping at your feet. “Look we didn’t tell you well because, it just, I don't didn’t right at the time” Peter stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck trying to soothe the tension that had gathered in his body. “What Peter meant to say is that we did this for you so you wouldn’t feel like a third wheel, we can still be friends” MJ clarified with a hint of sympathy in her voice. “Sure friends” you replied, rushing off as soon as the words had made their way past your lips.
The thing that had hurt you most wasn’t the fact that they happy 
Or the fact that they hadn’t told you (no matter how much that did hurt)
It was the message that had been left on read for the past month by MJ that you had sent.
“Hey MJ, I just wanted to let you know that I like you and you don’t have to say it back I just wanted to let you know because you mean more than the stars to me”
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mellowavengersstuff · 13 days ago
Marvel Cast x Teen!Reader and they go to her college graduation (pre - corona). You can choose which degree.
Also please take care, drink water, eat and sanitise. Hope you have a lovely day!!!
Graduation day
Summary: It’s your graduation day, and oh look who decided to make an appearance.
A/N: Heyy nonnie, you too! (omg thanks tho bc I never drink water and it shows lol) I hope u like it and thanks for requesting :)
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Graduation day can be many things.
It can be a day of dread for some – worrying about everything that could go wrong. Tripping up the stairs or wearing your cap wrong or messing up your valedictorian speech. All very valid anxieties, you feel. The fear of messing up is usually a constant in your life too. For others, it’s just a hassle. They don’t like the fuss and bustle that surrounds the whole ordeal – would much rather just grab the damn scroll of paper and leave it there, thank you very much.
For you, it’s very much different.
You like the hassle and faffing about of the day. You like the butterflies in your stomach before you get in the car with your friends. You like the feeling of making a fuss – partly because you feel like you deserve it. You do deserve it. Graduation day is something you have been looking forward to for a long time. It’s almost like a breath of relief, this day. A reprieve from finals and studying in between learning lines and putting on costumes and showing up to set every other day- the whirlwind that has been the past two months.
You have worked your arse off to be able to graduate, while doing a movie at the same time. Late nights and caffeine and energy drinks and just about two hours of sleep during those last days before finals. You didn’t want to give up. You couldn’t give up – for your own peace of mind. To know that you can and will graduate. That you have the potential – now all you need is the drive.
And now it’s the day.
Everything is perfect. Hair and make up en fleek, your cheekbones shining with highlighter and lips glossy and pouting. Your cap is on straight- thank goodness because you really don’t know how these things work – and the clothes you have on under your gown are beautifully, suiting you perfectly. You’re glowing with pride, for yourself and your friends. It’s fecking graduation, after all.
You shuffle under your gown nervously – there’s just one thing.
You don’t really have anyone here.
All your family is out of state – couldn’t make it. It’s not like you have much – family, that is – but it would’ve been nice to have someone here. Just to say well done. It’s a strange sort of bitter-sweet, you suppose. Achieving something so meaningful, yet not having anyone to share it with. The sweet taste of success, paired with the acerbic twinge of doing it alone. Your friends had invited you to spend the day with their families, but you couldn’t impose. It was a day meant for just them and their loved ones – and besides, you couldn’t stand the awkwardness of feeling as if you’ve obtruded on something special, something that wasn’t really meant for you.
You suppose you’ve made your peace with it. Melancholy was never your jam.
But here, backstage just as names are being called out and everyone is adjusting their hair and makeup and clothes and gowns, you can just feel the look your friend gives you, dripping with empathy. So, you just reach behind you, in the single file line where she is right behind you and squeeze her hand.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine. I’m happy. You do you, ok?”
And before she can reply, you’re at the front of the line, just in front of the velvet curtains that hide you from the congregation.
“Y/N M/N L/N, bachlor’s degree in Y/D, suma cum laude”
You smile, ready to walk on and receive your degree when-
An absurd amount of cheering and whooping can be heard from the back of the auditorium. Your eyebrows crease a little. Still, you walk over and collect your degree and shake hands, turning your head round to smile for the picture.
It’s then that you see them.
The esteemed marvel cast, in ridiculous low-pulled caps and big jackets in an effort to go “incognito”, cheering and clapping for you.
You can’t help but let your face break out into a grin that spreads from ear to ear, practically glowing with happiness at this ragtag group of actors who showed up at your graduation. You can see Sebastian and Anthony, arm slung over the others shoulder jumping up and down in their seats.
There is a certain sort of special joy that comes with a surprise such as this: a newborns shine on your face, a slight spring in your step. It’s unexplainable really; it’s a happiness that comes with only a surprise, the suddenness of the whole ordeal making it all the more enjoyable. You have much to thank them for.
After the ceremony itself is over, and everyone has jumped out of their seats to run over to their loved ones, you are engulfed in a cacophony of congratulations and warm hugs, everyone reaching over to praise you. It’s slightly euphoric, the way that you can sense their pride. For you.
You gently untangle yourself from the various limbs and torsos you are caught up in and beam at them all.
“Thanks guys. You made my fucking day.”
Immediately, a round of awww’s is heard. Robert reaches over to sling an arm round your shoulders.
“Aw kiddo. We’re so proud of you. And hey, that’s what friends are for.”
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tara-learns-to-write · 14 days ago
Have You Been Drinking?
 Hi twonk (love you really) <3 Thanks for the request even though it took a dark turn oops <3 If you don’t like drinking then don’t read this!
Summary: You got a little bit tipsy at a party and pay the price when 
You had always been a bit defiant 
It hadn’t started out as much: Staying up late, stealing leftovers and then it went to going out for hours without texting anyone 
You always said you forgot (which most of the time you did)
5 Missed calls. 12 Texts and Happy literally tracking you down and taking you back to the tower. This is what you got back to after your, how long had it been ? Seven hours?! No it couldn't have been that long, last time you checked you were 87% sure that it had been lunch time, the sun had been shining and you even got talking to this sweet old lady who was interested in birds. So how did it end up being seven hours later in the tower with a very very angry Tony and Steve as the others just listened in not so subtly at the door? “This is the 4th time you have done this this week and still you use the ‘my phone died’ excuse, what am I meant to do with you” Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his other hand waved animatedly around in front of him “you aren’t meant to do anything, I lost track of time I promise! It’s not like I do this on purpose” you tried to reason, tears starting to threaten to spill, why couldn't they just understand that you hadn’t meant to be out late and that it was an accident “nope that’s not the right answer kiddo better luck next time” Tony said a hint of frustration seeping through his usual sarcastic demeanor. With that the men left, closing the door to your room behind them.
But there are only so many times a kid can hear ‘you’re wrong and I’m not listening’ from family who mean well but don’t exactly have the best way of showing it before they burst
If they wanted you to play the part of rebellious but strong and powerful soldier then that was exactly what you would do
So you started to go out with MJ and Peter to the occasional party they got invited to 
Then it felt like you were 3rd wheeling so you decided to just go by yourself
You started to swear more 
Put your feet on desks in boots/shoes you knew would make a mark
And that was when the concern started to shine through more than the anger
“Look we are just trying to help you sweetie” Wanda said as she stirred the sauce and the pasta together in preparation for dinner, looking back as you leant back in the chair the black from your hoodie a stark contrast to the white of the marble table. “Well don’t I’m fine I promise, just leave it alone alright I have already heard this 10 times from Sam and Bucky today” you mumbled eyes searching for somewhere to land that wasn’t her face as that was something you did when you were uncomfortable however she mistook that for you rolling your eyes and just muttered something about disrespect as you got up and walked off.
“So Wanda told me you rolled your eyes at her today” the comment sounded so nonchalant rolling off the metal armed mans lips that if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the fact it was about something negative. “I didn’t but I know you won’t believe me so I’m not going to argue” you replied, the bag splitting slightly from the sudden increase of force in your punches. “I am not saying I don’t believe you! I am just saying that if you did you need to cut that out right now before you do it to the wrong person” he defended. This was ridiculous! Grabbing your towel from the side of the room before you started to walk out “I DIDN’T DO IT!” you called back over your shoulder, only just capturing the look of disappointment on Bucky’s face. If you would have looked harder you would have seen the look of concern that followed but it was too late and the glass door had already slammed behind you.
It was always the same you defending yourself and no one believing you 
You were just an angry teen after all
An angry, misunderstood and hurting teen
There was one person still on your side, Loki
But he wasn’t around much
But as if by magic that came in green swirls and bitter earl gray tea 
He was there that night
The world seemed to sway below you, the constant spinning a reminder of the alcohol you had consumed earlier that night. You didn’t care, in fact you didn’t care about anything right now. The light buzz and soon to be hangover keep you from anh logical thoughts and feelings. Which is probably why you ended up bumping into the table right down the hall from your room and knocking over the horrific looking lamp that Wanda had decorated with seashells (not that it made it look much better). “Who’s there?” you heard from behind you, too drunk to really reply to Nat you made a sort of grumbling noise and carried on walking to your room “Y/n? Is that you? Have you been drinking?” Bruce had joined the quest to find out who the mystery intruder was and even in your drunken lamp destroying zombie gurgling state you knew it was best to just sit down on the floor and wait until the whole team joined in. And soon enough they had a circle of people now surrounding you as you just sat and looked at the ceiling dreaming of being anywhere but here. “What in the nine realms is going on here?!” you heard Loki’s voice say, everything sounded as if you were underwater or in a bubble, you just wanted to sleep. A few minutes later you heard Loki start to argue, ranting and raving about something it was too dark to see what his face looked like but you could imagine the emerald green robe and matching checkered  trousers he would be wearing as his face contorted in shapes filled with rage and hurt. You couldn’t quite make out all of what he was saying but you did manage to catch a few bits “they are a child and it is your duty to protect them…. They don’t need lectures or discipline… just listen to them and pull yourself together” it was that or he was very passionate about chickens.
And so that’s what happened 
Sorrys were said,bonds and trust was rebuilt 
And everyone had a picture of Loki looking ridiculous in his dressing gown 
Let’s just say the hangover you had the next day put you off of drink for a while
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