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flyingblackhawk · 4 years

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Clintasha fic

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Secret keeping is easy under pressure. Natasha has always thought so. If there’s something at stake, if telling that secret would put her or someone else in danger, it’s easy to keep it locked up and hidden. Safety, however, is a danger in itself. Before Clint, she could count on one hand the number of people she had ever trusted – and ‘trusted’ is a stretch. They were people she could almost certainly count on not to murder her in her sleep. But then Clint came along, and suddenly there was a pillar of constancy in her life, and she could rely on him for more than just having her back in a fight. The reward for his infinite patience is her complete trust. It still scares her sometimes.

Then came the team. Again, Natasha kept her secrets tight to her chest. She even pulled away from Clint for a time, terrified that he would somehow betray her. It has taken years for her to accept that this team is the only family she has ever known. Slowly, and without even realising it at first, she has come to trust them as fully and intimately as she trusts Clint.

Maybe that’s why she doesn’t think to contain herself. The team has been waiting for her return for six weeks, and she is surprised to realise, in the elevator up to the common floor of the complex, that she is excited to see them.

As the doors open, she can hear the chatter of voices. She steps out into the warmth of the plush lounge area where they have spent so many nights drinking and laughing, watching movies, or just talking until the small hours. She spies Steve first, sitting on the couch beside Bucky. Her vision is quickly blocked by Clint, who all but tackles her with a hug. Natasha folds into him, exhaling for what feels like the first time in a month and a half.

“Welcome home,” Clint says. Natasha feels the warmth of his chest, and there’s warmth in her own chest at the idea of home. Yes, this is home. Not the only home she’s ever known, but the safest and happiest place in her universe. She raises her head, and the glow of the place knocks any thought of discretion from her mind as she kisses him, right on the lips. She only stops when she feels his hands tense. Then, she remembers.

She pulls back sheepishly, hoping against hope that it was fast enough that no one saw. No such luck. Steve is frozen with a beer halfway to his lips. Bucky is staring. Tony, who Natasha has only just spotted, is leaning against the bench in the open kitchen, with Bruce standing opposite. Everyone is silent.

“Oops,” she mutters, and in her periphery she sees Clint trying to suppress a smile. Natasha untangles herself from Clint’s arms, and brushes herself off.

“Get me a beer?” she asks Clint. He nods, and does as he’s told. Without a word, Natasha drops her duffel bag by the door and heads for the couch opposite Steve and Bucky.

“How… uhm… how was the mission?” Steve asks. He’s blushing on her behalf, Natasha thinks. Her own cheeks remain their usual colour. She knows how to combat embarrassment.

“Good,” she says. “Textbook.”

Bucky opens his mouth, but is stopped by a quick elbow to the ribs from Steve. Clint returns from the kitchen with two beers, and hands her one. Natasha smiles politely.

“We were going to watch a movie,” Bruce says, hovering awkwardly in the kitchen.

“Sounds great,” she answers. She can tell Clint is barely suppressing laughter, and she resists the urge to kick him in the shins.

Bruce sets up the screens, and soon they are watching a light-hearted buddy cop film. Natasha can sense the eyes on her, and dutifully ignores them. About half an hour in, she rearranges herself so she’s leaning on Clint. He knows this routine, but they’ve never done it in front of anyone else. Nevertheless, he shifts so he can drape an arm around her. Aside from the accidental kiss earlier, this is the most intimate display they’ve ever made in front of the others, and it occurs to Natasha that maybe they didn’t know about the two of them. They’ve made jokes, sure, but she assumed from those jokes that they knew, or at least had their suspicions. It seems like they have surprised their team.

Natasha settles into Clint, and she is surprised to feel no embarrassment, no nerves. She feels content. She feels safe. Everyone knows now, and… it’s okay. She’s okay, and nothing much has changed.

Later, when they’re heading to bed, Natasha takes Clint’s hand. She knows Steve can see from behind her, and no doubt he’ll tell the others, but she doesn’t care anymore. These people are her family. She can be totally and unashamedly herself.

As she follows Clint into his room, she catches Steve’s eye as he passes. He smiles a reassuring smile, and she loves him for it, just like she loves the rest of the team. She closes the door with a smile of her own on her lips.

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robotskilledmygrandma · 5 years

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What Should We Name Her?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader. Avengers x Reader (platonic my dudes) Word Count: 2,600ish Warnings: This is just domestic fluff. Mentions of a spider I guess? Summary: Who knew that Bucky’s undoing would have eight legs. Prompts: “What should we name her?” and “Why does it always come back to this? I said I was sorry!”

Notes: For @cordytriestowrite writing challenge. I wrote this like at the start of this month and have been sitting on it for fucking ages, figured that even though it’s not up to my standard I should just post it anyway. So enjoy my first fic thingy.

Slow. That was the only way to describe the last few weeks. Fucking slow. Training had become monotonous, missions had run dry and even Tony was getting sick of his workshop. It was only natural for the team to take holidays, most already gone, only leaving yourself, Steve, Sam, Nat, Clint and Bucky in the compound.

Two weeks ago, there had been an idea to purchase a heap of board games and play them by none other than yourself, thinking it would be a fun way to pass the time, who knew that they would all be so competitive.

At first it was monopoly, who Natasha excelled, which surprised no one. Next it was Cluedo, a game that should have taken a lot longer than it did, but with three assassins playing it was really hard to keep the game going for longer than thirty minutes. Chess was next, leaving all of them reeling when Steve whooped their asses every damn time, same with Battleship. Twister had been fun, even though Nat’s ballet background gave her the upper hand. And then Clint had schooled them all in the Game of Life.

It was only when Risk Godstorm was played that Bucky finally managed to fool the two spies and obtain dominion over the world. That being said, he did ally with Clint for most of the game, so it wasn’t all him conquering the land. It finally came down to them and Steve big blue puppy eyes as Bucky peered down at his cards and then took a long draw of the Asgardian liquor that Thor had gifted them all.

Placing the cards on the table calmly he lifted his hands and smirked, the action sunk Atlantis which held a significant amount of Steve’s forces, but it was Clint who was screwed over, half of his armies sent to the after-life and the earth-shattering realisation that Bucky had been playing everyone the entire time.

Clint stood up immediately and left the room.

“You’ve gone and done it now.” Natasha said, her eyes falling on the game board.

Bucky shrugged, “I told him I was going to ally with him until I screwed Steve over and then it was fair game.”

Before anyone could respond Clint was marching back into the room with a red face and his hands flying, “I can’t believe it, I can’t fucking believe it! You couldn’t wait one turn!”

Steve and Sam had started laughing loudly, ugly snorting laughs that left them gasping for air and snot almost running out their noses. Even Nat was giggling quietly underneath her calm façade. Bucky’s smirk hadn’t left his face and he started to pack up the game, knowing he had won.

“It’s your own fault.”

“You’re horrible. Terrible. I’m never trusting you again!”

Bucky stopped for a second and peered at the angry blonde mess in front of him, “With board games or with everything?”

“We are never, ever playing Risk again. And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows what a backstabbing piece of shit you are!”

And then he was storming out of the room again, hands thrown up in the air, leaving the team laughing loudly and Bucky grinning like a mad man.

Risk had been banned from that moment in the compound, well only when Bucky and Clint were playing but the whole team decided it would be best to keep it out of any board game night in case the same would happen to anyone else.

And Clint sure hadn’t forgotten, not at all, not even when Bucky cooked him breakfast as a sorry, something that Bucky never did for anyone but Steve and you. Not when he constantly apologised and was extra polite when Clint was around. Not when he bought Clint an entire night’s worth of alcohol. Clint was punishing Bucky over a bloody board game and was holding it over his head no matter how nice Bucky had been since then.

He was fuming still, and it all came to a head on another board game night two weeks later.

Sitting around the large table they had all decreed was solely for board games, you had set up Settlers of Catan, smiling to yourself thinking that this game would probably cause as many problems as Risk did, only the rest assured you it would be fine, and that there had been a new rule instated that alliances had to be announced to the whole group when made. Talk about taking the fun out of games.

With he game set up, snacks ready and beers opened, with the exception of Asgardian liquor for Steve and Bucky, the only thing left was for Bucky to join the group for the game to get underway. He was notorious for being late on days where he had no responsibilities, preferring to spend more time in bed that should have been possible.

“Hurry the fuck up Buck!” Steve yelled from where he was sitting, knowing that Bucky’s hearing would pick it up.

It should have, because you had gone to wake the man up only half an hour ago with a light shake and a gentle kiss to the cheek. He had opened his eyes and smiled, his arms trying and failing to drag you into the bed with him, only to be met with a stern warning to be ready for game night or else.

There should have been a response, but after a minute there was silence, followed by a loud yelp that sounded suspiciously like Bucky, even though he would’ve insisted he makes no such sounds.

“What the hell?” Sam wondered, standing up and glancing in the direction of Bucky’s room.

A whimper came next and before anyone could say anything Steve was tearing down the hall towards the sound, the rest of the team hot on his heals, everyone except Clint.

“Aren’t you curious?” you asked, making your way out of the living room.

Clint, who had not only decided on alcohol but also coffee for the evening, lifted a whole damned coffee pot up to his lips and chugged the straight black liquid, responding only with a shaking head.

There were no other sounds that followed the whimper, and you made your way to the room, seeing the rest of the team entering just ahead of you.

Inside was Bucky who was pacing back and forth, his face white and his arm whirring dangerously, eyes firmly on a spot where the ceiling and the roof met and where an awfully furry and spindly creature was situated. A spider. It was only when he looked quickly around the room and his eyes fell on you that his pale face flushed with embarrassment.

Everyone’s eyes played ping pong between the most feared assassin of the last century and the spider smaller that the palm of his hand, unable to comprehend what they had just walked in on, and all that Sam and you could do was burst out laughing, having to lean on each other for support as to not fall down from the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

Bucky had finally stopped pacing and was now standing with his fists clenched, “Can one of you please do something?” he squeaked out.

The sound of his voice just made you laugh harder and tears started to form in your eyes.

Behind both you and Sam, Nat had already started backing out of the room, her eyes flitting between Bucky and the spider, sharing a knowing look of discomfort. She stopped just outside the door and finally her body relaxed, and her face broke out into a small smile.

“Who knew you would be so afraid of something so small?

“Coming from the woman whose name is THE BLACK WIDOW” Sam chimed in, having finally regained his composure.

“I didn’t choose the name.”

“What should we name her?” you asked between laughs, gesturing up at the spider.

“How do you know it’s not a male?” Steve’s voice called out over the laughter.

“Patricia.” Sam said with a confirming nod, “I’m about 97% sure it’s a girl.”

You quirked a brow at Sam who just smirked, “Patricia it is.” You turned your attention and a waving finger to the spider, “Now Patricia, you’re not here to hurt poor Bucky are you, he couldn’t even hurt a fly…”

A soft thump brought everyone’s attention to the couch across the room where Bucky has sat, his head in his hands and knuckles white. A small, almost child-like voice filled with terror spoke one word, please and the jovial attitude stopped. Steve was already kneeling beside him and rubbing the poor guy’s back, urging him to take a few deep breaths.

Looking around to the others in the room, Nat was a clear no, already having removed herself from the room, and Sam was making his way towards her with a face that could only be described as fuck that. So, it was up to you to deal with this, great.

Two things caught your eye once it was silently decided that you would take care of the spider, a large glass next to Bucky’s bed and the Christmas card you had given to him only a few weeks before, and once those were in your hands and you were facing the spider with fierce determination that you hoped he would still want the card after all of this.

Throwing your head over your shoulder and back at the two men in the room, you smiled when you saw that Bucky was no longer rasping breaths but was instead watching you with both horror and curiosity in his eyes and Steve was standing with his hands on his hips.

“Want to give me a boost?” you asked Steve, holding the glass and card in your hand as if it were a clear explanation.

“I can do it” he offered his hands, about to take them away from you when you pulled your hands back and looked over at Bucky.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“No?”

“Then I’m doing it. Boost. Now.”

Steve hoisted you onto his shoulders without another word and moved you, so you were just a few inches from the spider. With you legs around his neck you had to stop yourself from recoiling at the sight of the thing, sure you were used to ones much bigger than this, but they were all so damn creepy looking with all their legs and hair, even the small ones. Beneath you though Steve did flinch, and you looked down at him only to find him glaring up at you.

“If it drops on me, I’m dropping you.”

The tone was accusing but behind it there was a hint of fun, you knew Steve wouldn’t drop you, not on purpose anyway. His smile afterwards definitely told you he was joking and behind you there was even a small laugh coming from Bucky, amused albeit nervous as hell.

After Steve had moved you both close enough that you could safely remove the menace, a flick of the wrist and the sliding of cardboard was all you needed for the spider to fall into the glass, Christmas card secured firmly over it.

You were turned around and facing Bucky who looked like he had just witnessed the first rain after a drought, and you waved the jar victoriously in the air. A bigger smile emerged on Bucky’s face and Steve relaxed under you, ducking down so he could help you off his shoulders while still keeping the spider under the card.

When your feet touched the ground, you peered at the glass and saw the spider had sat limply, not thrashing madly like most usually do, almost as if it were fake, and you would have believed it to if you hadn’t of been looking at the ugly thing so bloody closely and seeing it’s slight breathing.

From outside the door you heard both Sam and Nat whooping in victory, your eyes falling on the two only to notice another person had joined them, a dirty blonde who was now sporting a deviant smirk. Of fucking course.

“You guys found Patricia! I wondered where she got to!” Clint exclaimed.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Bucky groaned, storming towards the man who was clearly being blocked by Sam and Nat, were they in on this too?

“That.” Clint gestured to the spider still under the glass in your hands, “was for Risk.”

Bucky stopped dead and glared at Clint, “Why does it always come back to this? I said I was sorry!”

“Consider it payback.” Clint replied with a smile, sprinting off down the hall.

You felt Bucky run passed you, Nat and Sam parting so that he could take off after the archer, his face hardened with annoyance and anger but there was a look of fun under that and you all shook your heads at the two, at least Clint wouldn’t be acting like a petty little shit anymore.

The board game had been forgotten that night, some yells and expletives had come from different directions over the night, the result of Clint and Bucky wrestling, but no one checked on the two, they were just messing around like brothers now and that was something the rest of the team were all too used to.

It was only a few hours later when you were slowly falling asleep on the couch watching a movie when you felt Bucky’s strong arms come around your shoulders and his head rested on your shoulder, hair clearly knotted, and his clothes dishevelled from the rough housing.

“I never got to say thanks for saving me from that monster” he mumbled into your neck, his hot breath and lips tickling your neck.

Leaning into his touch you sighed, it was a new sensation for you, feeling Bucky touch you like this and openly displaying his affection and it brought butterflies to your stomach. His breathing was calm but underneath it you could hear the slightly fast beat of his heart.

“You’re welcome, couldn’t let it keep terrorising you.”

Bucky’s face left your neck and his arms were suddenly not around you anymore which caused you to whine softly at the lack of contact, but instead of leaving he had clambered over the couch, knocking you over slightly, and had settled in next to you.

“What did you do with it?” he asked, moving his arm around your fallen body and pulling you to his chest.

There was a mischievous smile on your face as you looked up at him and kissed him softly. His arm around you did not leave, instead he held you close, and he smiled against your lips. He could stay like this forever.

“HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!”

Near screaming broke the two of you apart and you both swivelled to look down the hall towards the sounds. Bucky turned back and raised his eyebrows, only to be met with your mischievous smile once again.

“SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK! WHY IS IT IN MY BED?!”

Clint was stumbled into the room with a pale face, gone was the cocky attitude from before, now replaced with the same kind of terror Bucky was displayed only hours ago and the man beside you burst into laughter, a sound that was like music to your ears.

“Play with fire you’re gonna get burnt.” You shot Clint a sweet smile from the couch and he turned red.

“You two are absolute fucking menaces, you hear me, menaces!”

With that he had left the room, presumably to find someone to take care of poor Petunia who had found herself in Clint’s bed somehow.

Bucky’s lips were on your again, still laughing and mumbling something that sounded like my hero, but you were too preoccupied with his touch to respond.

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doctorstark · 6 years

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when i say i love tony stark more than literally everyone, i mean it with the most offense possible

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tmnt-rambles · 2 years

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Hello Lovelies.

I just wanted to check in. It's been so long since I've posted and I come back to so much support and 85 requests in my inbox. I just want to say I'm overwhelmed by the support of this blog.

I've been away because as some of you know my mother was battling colon cancer for over 5 years. In September she lost the battle and passed away surrounded by me, my brother and our closest family with a smile on her face. So I had left to spend my time with her and I've been using the past few months to try and get my life together. I still have so much left to figure out. My mother was the glue that held our family together. Not having her here has been so hard but I will be okay so please don't worry about me.

That's why I have been away but now that I'm gaining my footing in life again I do want to return to this blog and give you writings that will make you happy.

I was looking back at all the letters I did from the Turts to you all and I was smiling and had happy tears in my eyes. I wish the boys were real because I could've used that kind of comfort these past months, so I've decided I will continue to write to offer you all the comfort you need. I didn't post about what was going on here because I didn't want to make you all sad and bring down the positivity of this blog.

So this is my return post! I am coming back and bringing the boys with me! I will be working hard for you all on this blog, @avengersfluff and @animeficsandimagines. This blog will be my top priority along with my anime blog.

I love you all to the moon and back! Thank you for the support and love you are still giving me through my absence!

-Cat

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opaque-daydream · 5 years

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Broken 26

Broken: 26

The world continues to turn, even when you don’t feel like you are ready for it to happen. It had been that way when your mother passed, and it was that way now. The safety that having Steve and Peggy had brought came to an end. Steve and Peggy had obligations that needed to be met, and with the baby coming in a few short months they had things that they needed to prepare at their home.

Steve had broached the subject last night before he had left for the airport of you coming back home with them, said he and Peggy had plenty of room and that you could finish healing there away from everything. As much as you wanted to, you knew you had to stand on your own two feet now if you didn’t you felt like you never would. You had gently told him you appreciated it, but now wasn’t the right time.

Peggy had pulled you aside and reminded you that you were braver than you felt, and that if you needed anything not to hesitate to call her. She promised that she would keep Steve from worrying as much as she could.

You and Bucky stood on the porch side by side when they backed out of the driveway and waved. You thought that you had been inconspicuous when you wiped the tears from your eyes, but Bucky had wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed for a moment before you both retreated inside Bucky locking the door behind you.

You let out a huff and pulled yourself out of Bed, with Steve and Peggy’s departure you still had a couple weeks off of work that you could take of FMLA, and your doctor thought that was a good idea but when Steve had left last night and you couldn’t cut your brain off you were thinking about the birth of the baby and you wanted to make sure that you would be able to have time to go see them when he or she made their grand entrance. You had planned to go in this morning and talk to HR.

You quickly completed your morning routine while throwing on your work clothes your bruises had faded, but your wrist was still cast. You would have to ask Bucky if you could borrow his car as yours was still sitting at Clint’s garage, he had told you that you wouldn’t be getting it back until he made sure it was in tip top shape, which you appreciated.

You made your way to the kitchen and Bucky was there standing in front of the coffee maker, and he turned as soon as he heard you. “Want a cup” he held up the mug he was holding.

“Please’ you smiled as you moved toward him, he had set his cup on the counter and got another one from the cabinet pouring the coffee and handing it to you.

You smiled as you took a sip, “Thank you, do you want breakfast” you ask Buky as you set your coffee mug on the counter and moved about pulling out what you needed for pancakes.

“Never turned down pancakes a day in my life” Bucky told you grinning. You gave him a small smile and quickly got to work making breakfast. Once everything was done and you both were seated at the table you broached the subject, “Bucky do you mind if I borrow the car to go by my work today” You ask him.

“Not at all, yours is still at Clint’s right” he ask and you nodded, then he paused thinking, “Actually I have a couple of errands that I needed to run today we could go together if you wanted maybe meet Nat and Clint for lunch”

“Yeah that is fine” You agreed.

“Let me get dressed, and we can head out then” Bucky pushed away from the table and headed back to the bedroom.

You stood up and started clearing the dishes as soon as he was done taking them to the sink and starting the water. You gathered the butter and syrup and put it in the fridge, as you heard Bucky call from down the hallway “Leave the dishes, I will do them when we get back”

You couldn’t help but look at the dishes and then where Bucky had retreated down the hallway, did he really mean it or was he testing you. You shook your head trying to get rid of those thoughts Bucky would never do that to you. Taking a deep breath, you walked out of the kitchen and took a seat on the couch waiting for Bucky.

“Ready Cricket” He ask, and you jumped “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I was just thinking” You told Bucky as you got up following him to the door.

“I’m going to go see Dr Banner at his office while you are speaking to HR if that is alright” Bucky ask.

“Yeah, its fine, I can walk down to Dr. Banner’s if I get done before you get back” You told him giving him a smile.

“I will actually leave the keys with you and walk myself that way if I am not done you can run any other errands you may have and I will call if that is ok” Bucky said as he pulled into a space at the call center you worked at.

“I really don’t mind” You started not wanting to put Bucky out.

“Let me have this Cricket, I don’t want you walking alone even if it is a couple of blocks ok” his voice washed over you.

“Ok” You agreed as you both got out, he stopped in front of you handing you the keys. “I will probably only take an hour, but you have your phone right” He ask. When you nodded, he headed to the sidewalk to make his way to Dr. Banner’s practice.

HR didn’t take as long as you thought it would. It was easy to negotiate a return to work date, if your doctor signed off on it. Which you didn’t think you would have that much of a problem if you explained it would help you to feel somewhat normal again. So, you made your way back to the parking lot, only stopping when Wanda called your name.

“Hey Wanda” You gave her a small smile.

“Are you coming back” Wanda ask as she looked you over.

“If the doctor will release me, I should be back on Monday” you told her.

“Oh, that will be great, to celebrate how would you like to go to the movies this Friday Night, Sam has made plans for a poker night that Clint is hosting, and I don’t want to sit at home alone” she ask.

“I need to” You started and then stopped yourself, “Yes Wanda I don’t have to ask anyone, and I would love to go. Do you mind if I invite Natasha?”

“That would be great” Wanda agreed, “I will text you later and we can finalize plans” She looked unsure for a moment before she gave you a quick hug. “I am glad your ok” she whispered as she went back to work you made your way outside unlocking the rental you got inside and headed toward Dr. Banner’s office. Bucky hadn’t texted you yet and you thought that you could kill two birds with one stone by asking for a release for work while you were waiting.

You were talking to the nurse when Bucky came from the back. “Everything ok?” he asks.

“Yeah, I was just asking Betty if she could ask Dr. Banner if he could sign my release, so I could go back to work Monday” you gave him a smile.

“And I will get the paperwork to him” Betty promised “It is good to see you”

You waved as she headed back to work. “Clint texted me” Bucky told you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you were walking out, “He ask if we would meet him at May’s for lunch”

“Sounds good I haven’t been there in forever” you let a smile cross your face, remembering how many days you and Nat would skip school just to grab a bowl of her soup or home-made pie. You didn’t notice the patrol car sitting across the parking lot, Rollins leaning against it staring as you made your way to the car, but it didn’t escape Bucky’s notice.

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