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literaryavenger · 1 month

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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writtenfangirl · 11 months

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Tomorrow

Steve Rogers Fic

I wrote this fic because Chris Evans was declared People's Magazine World's Sexiest Man and it's been a year. I can't believe I only got around to finishing it now.

Y/N’s home could only really be called a villains lair.

It’s high cavernous walls; the gothic spires that towered over the lot; the human-sized gargoyles that lined the dark roof; and the dark exterior cut an imposing figure against the backdrop of the grey sky meeting the even greyer sea. It was perched high above a cliff, carved into the very stone of the mountain.

The frigid salty wind that bellowed from the sea had rain slapping against Steve’s suit, darkening it’s blue leather. He hated the miserable weather, the dark grey sky and the pelting rain reminded Steve of memories of the war that he would rather sooner forget.

But right now, he couldn’t care less.

His feet slapped against the gravel, taking him up to the foyer of Y/N’s home. The large oak doors of her home were slammed shut and Steve found his hands rapping against the wood. He could almost imagine the sound echoing around the cavernous house, up towards Y/N’s room.

Steve knew Y/N didn’t get many visitors and so his presence was an anomaly to her.

She had a sordid reputation after all, one that had her painted as an enemy of the Avengers.

But right now, Steve didn’t care about that.

In fact, all Steve could care about right now was Y/N.

“Y/N, open up!” He banged against the solid doors once again, his body a live wire of buzzing energy and adrenaline begging to be released.

He was met with silence.

The rain was beginning to pelt harder against his body, the wind howling in the distance. The storm was a big one, the biggest of the year if the news was right. Worry and panic seized Steve the moment he heard, his heart thrumming loudly in his throat. Y/N didn’t live in the friendliest of environments and though he knew she would loathe Steve for caring about her, he couldn’t help it.

“Y/N!”

Still no response.

He could break down the door. She’d hate him for sure but she’d always hated him. At least this way, he knew she was okay.

“Y/N, I swear—“

“Rogers?”

Her voice had been swallowed by the wind and if it wasn’t for his exceptional hearing, Steve wouldn’t have heard her lovely voice.

The relief that seized him nearly had his knees buckling to the ground. He spun, meeting Y/N’s E/C eyes, wide with surprised and confusion. Despite the hard sleets of rain that continued to rain down, she was perfectly dry, not a strand of hair out of place. Her face was perfectly made up, her lips painted a beautiful red, rouge streaking her cheeks. She looked wonderful and alive.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Y/N didn’t sound as furious as she usually did, simply confused. As if seeing Steve standing in her front door had stunned her to silence.

Steve didn’t care. He reached for her, relieved to find her hard and solid beneath her hands and not some ghostly apparition.

“There’s a storm,” Steve panted, eyes locking to Y/N’s own E/C ones, “biggest of the year. I-I thought… I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Her eyes fluttered in surprise. “You… you wanted to see if I was okay?”

Steve nodded, unabashed. He was glad to see that she was fine and there was no hiding the relief that had him straightening.

He knew he wasn’t suppose to care about her. She was the villain and he was a hero. He was suppose to hate her, capture her right now for whatever nefarious scheme she was no doubt plotting to take down the Avengers.

But he didn’t care about that right now.

He didn’t care about their roles and he certainly didn’t care about what his teammates would say or what other people would say. Right now, all he cared about was her.

Y/N seemed to hesitate before she pushed past him and opened her heavy front door as easily as if it was made of plastic.

A roaring fire was raging in the hearth of her living room, the smell of cookies baking in the oven like an invitation to Steve, begging him to enter through the threshold.

“Why don’t you come in?” Y/N said softly, waiting by the opened door. “Maybe wait for the storm to settle before you leave?”

Steve looked down at his sodden clothes, at the fat drops of water that dripped to the floor. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I might ruin your furniture.”

Y/N stretched out her hand towards him, her fingers hovering above his face. A strange warm sensation enveloped Steve, like a blanket had suddenly been wrapped around his shoulders. Steve looked down, his clothes suddenly dried. His hair, that was once plastered on his forehead, was now dry and fluffy and not a drop of water splashed on his shoes. In fact, even the puddle that had steadily gathered around his feet had been wiped cleaned, lightening the once dark wood. Magic was strange but there was no denying its benefits.

“Come on in.” Y/N stepped aside, her face impassive.

Despite racing here upon learning of the raging storm, Steve hesitated now. He’d never been inside of Y/N’s home and though their relationship was more or less antagonistic, it felt strange to have her invite him to her sanctuary. He felt like an intruder, rifling through Y/N’s innermost secrets in the hope of gleaning information to use against her in their next confrontation.

Thunder rumbled loudly above their heads followed by a flash of lightning that briefly illuminated Y/N’s features. She was peering at him through her lashes, her lips pursed as if she herself was unsure she should let Steve in. He wondered if she’d turn him away now.

Instead, she further leaned into the door, opening the entrance even wider. “I don’t bite. Well, I don’t bite hard. So come on in before I magic you into a deep sleep and you can have Stark kiss you awake.”

The smell of cookies continued to waft through the opened door and that was enough to convince Steve to get in.

He felt warm almost immediately, the chill that had previously gripped him suddenly chased away by the magic in the atmosphere. The smell of melted butter further saturated his nose, the warm fire raging in the living room permanently removing the chill of the outside world.

“Shoes off,” Y/N said as she removed her own shoes, placing it neatly on the shoe rack by the door.

Steve followed suit, desperately trying to remove the feeling of awkwardness that seized him.

Y/N walked into her home, not bothering to wait for Steve to follow her.

Despite the imposing exterior of Y/N’s home, the interior told a different story. It was warm and inviting, the walls painted a rich green and covered with beautiful paintings. Red velvet furniture was scattered all about the space, the most notable being the large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that covered the right side of the room. It was filled with books and different sculptures decorated the empty spaces. There was even a medieval suit of armor between the shelves. There was a staircase to the left, leading to what Steve could only assume was the bedrooms. A lush carpet was laid before him, covering the whole expanse of the room.

Steve followed Y/N, who’d walked through the a door next to the fireplace.

The smell of baking cookies intensified, causing Steve’s mouth to water. He’d always had a bit of a sweet tooth and even now, in the presence of his enemy, he couldn’t deny the pang of cravings.

Y/N led them to a modern kitchen, one that was vastly different from the living room they’d just left. There was a kitchen island in middle with white leather seats lining the side and even a breakfast nook big enough for eight people towards the right. There was a TV on the farthest wall of the nook, turned off and quiet. The panels of the countertops were a gleaming marble, the walls painted a pretty light blue. There were two refrigerators, wide enough to fit at least two people inside and no doubt fully stocked with cooking ingredients and snacks. One of the counters was occupied by an espresso machine, as fully stocked as a busy cafe with equipment Steve didn’t know the name of scattered around the side. The stove was set on the other side, with eight burners set against shiny metal. There were two ovens below it, one of it lit and where no doubt the smell of baking cookies came from. There was a bookshelf to the side below the TV, filled with different cookbooks and some in languages Steve couldn’t understand. While the living room was warm and slightly dark, the kitchen was all light, the walls covered in windows that let in plenty of light even with the dark grey sky.

“I’m sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting guests,” Y/N said, the words coming out almost stiffly. An apron magically appeared around her waist and she got around to continuing whatever it was she was doing before Steve got here.

In truth, Steve wasn’t sure where the mess was. The kitchen was clean and pristine without even a speck of dust floating in the air. He wasn’t sure what to say so he stayed silent, his eyes roving around the space.

“Anything you prefer to drink?” Y/N said just as the oven dinged. She pulled open the door of the oven and with the use of her powers, telekinetically moved the hot tray of cookies towards the kitchen isle. “I make a mean cup of coffee. Or if you want some chocolate or tea, I can make those for you too.”

“Coffee sounds great,” Steve said with a slight smile, pushing aside the awkwardness. It was strange, he thought, that the only pieces of conversation Steve ever had with Y/N was when he’d captured her or when she was monologuing her villainous plans or when she was behind bars and was too tired to escape, choosing instead to make idle conversation with Steve.

“You can take a seat, you know,” Y/N gestured at one of the stool in the kitchen island and Steve watched in wonder as what seemed like invisible hands pulled the stool, giving him space to take a seat.

Steve didn’t even hesitate. He took a seat on the stool and silently watched as Y/N used her powers to move the cookies to a cooling rack. An almost white glow seemed to envelop the cookies as they slowly moved from one tray to the next. She moved assuredly, her eyes trained in concentration in the task before her. “How do you like your coffee, Rogers?”

Steve paused, a little surprised by the question but he wasn’t really sure why. She’d already offered to make it for him. Why should he be surprised that she would make it to his liking? “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

At that, she stopped. Her eyes snapped to his face, her brows furrowing in confusion. “You don’t know what kind of coffee you like?”

“Well back then our only option was black. No cream or sugar because of the war. There’s all these options now and I’ve never really got around to exploring them before.”

With the way Y/N stared at him, it was a miracle a hole hadn’t burned through his forehead.

“Why don’t I make you my go to coffee order so you can give it a try? You aren’t allergic to anything, right?”

“I’ll have whatever you’ll have. I was allergic to whole bunch of things before the serum but I’m not anymore.”

Y/N simply nodded silently before walking towards the espresso machine and grabbing ingredients from one of the massive fridges. Cartons of milks and bottles of syrups flying out of the fridge in a neat conga line, swaying this way and that.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t know that I wasn’t allergic to anything,” Steve said, his words trailing off. Y/N was smart, a certifiable genius who could wield magic more effectively than Steven Strange. She wasn’t nearly as powerful as Wanda but there was no denying that she’d give the Scarlet Witch a run for her money if the situation called for it. Steve had expected that Y/N would learn everything there was to know about the Avengers, especially since they were her enemy.

“I did know you weren’t currently allergic to anything,” Y/N said, her words almost indecipherable over the loud din of the brewing espresso. “It would have been rude of me not to ask so I did.”

Oh.

Well, Y/N was nothing if not impeccably well mannered.

She turned to him then, her gaze pure unbendable steel as her eyes locked to his. “Steve, what are you really doing here? I haven’t done anything remotely villainous for the past few months.”

“I told you, the storm.” Even his words sounded feeble in his ears.

“You expect me to believe that you came all this way to, what, protect me from the hurricane? My house is reinforced by magic, Rogers. Nothing can harm me while I’m in here. Not rain, snow, tsunamis, earthquakes or hellfire. And I know you know that. And if what your saying is true and you wanted to warn me about the storm, I’m suppose to suddenly believe that you, what, care about me? So why are you really here?”

The urge to tell her that he really did care about her fought its way out of his throat, scratching and biting and screaming as he struggled to push it back to whatever box it crawled out of. Feeling anything but antagonism for Y/N was a recipe for disaster, one that had the word DOOM spelled out all over it.

The truth is, they were two very different people. Or, at least, Steve desperately hoped that they were different.

He was a good person. He didn’t need a super soldier serum to tell him that he was a good person.

But calling Y/N a villain wouldn’t have been fair to her.

She was so much more.

When it came to Y/N, the lines were always blurred. Even when she did terrible things like murder people, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad for any of the people she’d killed because they themselves were monsters. And when she did good, it was far better than any goodness Steve had done in his life. Y/N had been known to heal children sick with cancer, permanently purging their diseases from their bodies. She’d helped protect rape victims and domestic abuse survivors by giving them protective charms.

But because of her methods, because she’d never been afraid to kill and hurt in order to achieve her goals, she’d been labeled a villain.

Her personality changes were enough to give Steve whiplash.

Still, Steve couldn’t deny the obvious attraction between them.

The first time the Avengers had captured her, she had been in a gleeful mood. Almost manic. She’d succeeded in assassinating a high profile senator who was running for the presidency and while his profile was clean cut on the outside, his assassination broke the news that he wasn’t as good as he claimed to be. He’d profited off of a sex-trafficking ring, selling girls as young as 4 to shady buyers looking for slaves. There’d been signs of torture and mutilation on his body and with the way his blood drenched Y/N from head to toe, it was clear she’d felt no remorse for what she’d done.

Steve almost didn’t want to arrest Y/N then and in truth, a part of him had been relieved when she’d escaped her cell. The whole team had silently agreed to not answer any of their phones when she’d initially escaped. Even Nick Fury had agreed to put his phone on silent.

After a week, Y/N was sighted in Madripoor freeing the captured women. The lives of a thousand women in exchange for one horrible, greedy man didn’t seem like a hard exchange in Steve’s eyes. When the Avengers finally arrived on the scene after several pitstops involving coffee, donuts and ice cream, Y/N went with them willingly only after she confirmed that the women would be fine, giving each of them a protective charm that helped them sleep better at night despite the traumas they’d endured.

After that, she’d stretched out her arms, ready for the power-dampening handcuffs that Tony had designed specifically for her. She’d done with an almost gleeful smile on her face, humming an unfamiliar song. Despite the soot, the blood and bruises that marred her pretty face, she was the image of pure contentment.

“Don’t even think of escaping, Y/L/N,” Tony had said as she clasped the manacles around her wrist, the technology whirring to life with a little beep. “With these little guys around your wrist, you can’t use a single iota of your powers.”

She’d smirked at Tony then. “Very bold of you to assume I need magic to escape.”

Steve and Natasha had taken it upon themselves to escort her to her prison cell with the rest of the team staying behind to ensure that all the freed women would be okay.

“You know, I’m almost rooting for you,” Natasha said with a wry smile.

“Almost?” Y/N asked incredulously.

“Scratch that. I am rooting for you.”

Y/N smirked. “I’m a huge fan of yours, too you know. It’s not everyone who can defeat a giant purple alien hellbent on destroying half the universe’s population.”

“What can we say? All in a day’s work.”

“I hope there isn’t any hard feelings between us when I do eventually escape from these restraints.”

“That’s going to depend on how hard you hit us.”

“I’ll try not to throw a punch.”

Y/N eyed Steve on her right, who had been quiet during the whole exchange. “He looks sturdy though. I’m sure I can take both of you in a fight even with my hands tied behind my back. Well, with my hands tied in my front, rather.”

She did manage to escape that time.

One moment she was sitting at the back of the Quinjet, the very image of regality and the next, the manacles were off her hands, with the Quinjet’s hangar opened as she jumped out of it, the whole interaction happening before either Steve or Natasha had even unbuckled their seat belts.

Neither Steve nor Natasha were eager to run after her.

The second time the Avengers captured her, Y/N had paid a visit to a suave businessman who’s whole appeal was his efforts to Go Green!

As it turns out, the only green he was after was money.

Y/N had leaked the news, telling the world about how the businessman’s green message had been nothing but a sham. He’d burned down whole forests to cultivate land in order to create cocaine that he could serve to the masses, exploiting young boys by turning them into dealers and addicts.

Y/N had leaked the story to the press, telling the world about how the businessman’s whole green message was nothing but a lie. Not only was he burning whole forests down to fuel his greed, he’d been doing it to plant cocaine plants, enough to get the whole northern hemisphere high on his supply. It was lucrative business and he’d exploited young boys by forcing them to work in the factory, forcing them to get high to keep them subservient to him.

She’d gone after the businessman first, sending a message to the world that his hypocrisy wouldn’t be tolerated. She hanged him, dangled his body over the side of his company’s skyscraper in New York then proceeded to free the boys stuck in his factories around the world before cutting down the cocaine farms and replanting new trees.

With the businessman’s shady dealings all over the world, it had been difficult to track down where she’d strike next. Not that the Avengers were actually eager to capture her.

Strangely enough, Bruce would find himself immensely hungry before they had to fly to wherever in the world Y/N was in and it didn’t do well not to feed the Hulk.

They’d finally captured her in a tiny island off the coast of Mexico, the last of the businessman’s strongholds. She’d freed the boys, cured them for their addiction then cut down the cocaine plants. Then she sat down and waited for the Avengers to arrive.

“Took you guys long enough,” Y/N had said as Steve and Natasha walked towards her. She stood up, dusting off her pants.

“Scott drank a lot of orange juice on the way here. We had to make a lot of pitstops.”

Y/N frowned at them. “I distinctly remember that your jet had a restroom.”

“Plumbing was broken according to Tony,” Steve said with a shrug.

She made a noise of assent before she put up her arms. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Put your hands down. We aren’t going to cuff you.” Natasha led the way to the Quinjet where Scott Lang and Bruce Banner waited.

“Oh, pulling out the red carpet for me?” Y/N batted her eyelashes, almost flirtatiously. “You shouldn’t have.”

“If I had my way, you’d be in cuffs,” Steve huffed under his breath.

Y/N raised a challenging brow. “Not a fan of me, Steven?”

“I’m not a fan of anarchists,” Steve retorted.

“Anarchist,” she repeated with a pleased grin. “I like that. Never been called that one before.”

“Steve,” Nat said in a warning tone.

The group had already discussed the whole Y/N situation. While majority of the Avengers thought that while Y/N’s actions were brutal, ultimately, the end results and her intention was good. Even if it resulted in the death of one evil soul, none of the could deny that her actions ended up saving hundreds, if not thousands, of lives.

She may not have taken down a giant purple alien hell-bent on wiping out half of all living beings, no one could deny that her actions saved others.

Still, Steve didn’t exactly approve of her methods.

“Listen, I get it,” Y/N said as their group ascended up the Quinjet, occupying one of the empty seats and giving Bruce and Scott a greeting nod. “I’m not exactly conventional but sometimes, it takes breaking the system to help others. You can’t help the survivors if they were victimized by the very system created to protect them.”

“I’m just saying there are proper channels—“

“No there aren’t. There are no proper channels for people like them.”

Steve frowned. “Who, the oppressed?”

“No. Them. The rich and powerful bastards who constantly use their money and resources to take advantage of people. There is no justice when it comes to them.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Y/N turned to Scott, who watching the exchange between her and Steve with rapt attention. “Lang, weren’t you imprisoned for grand larceny?”

“It was one time,” Scott sighed, “and I didn’t steal that money for myself. I gave it to the people most in need.”

“Right, and how many years did the CEO you stole from spend in jail for stealing from his employees?”

“None,” Scott replied, almost quietly.

She turned back to Steve. “See? The system is broken and sometimes the only way to make it work is to smash it completely to bits.”

He’d ignored her then and it didn’t take much effort for her to escape them.

“Oh daaarn,” Natasha said sarcastically as her hands pulled at the accelerator, taking them further and further away from where Y/N landed, “we can’t exactly turn back now. Might as well go get some ice cream while we’re at it.”

They met again after the death of a high-profile serial killer. Because the serial killer work in law enforcement, he got off easy and he was released after 10 years in prison despite the fact that he’d killed 23 families, roughly 100 or so people. No one was spared, not women or children or even babies.

When he got off, Y/N was there to make sure he never hurt anyone again.

“He could have changed!” Steve yelled, his voice bouncing around the Quinjet. He was alone with her this time, having rushed to the scene of the crime. “He could have become a better person.”

“He could have,” Y/N said quietly, her unblinking eyes trained on open sea in front of them. Steve wasn’t sure where he was flying the Quinjet but he’d be damned if he brought Y/N back to US soil. She’d be met with handcuffs as soon as she lands and it wasn’t Y/N he was worried about. Anyone who tries to arrest Y/N would end up in the hospital. “I’m not willing to take that chance.”

He glanced at her. Y/N’s face was passive, a stoic facade as hard as stone but her eyes were soft, the sadness and pain in her eyes unmistakable.

“When you can do the things I can,” she whispered, her voice so low, Steve strained to hear, “when you’re cursed with powers like I have, you have two choices. You can either lash out at the world or you can do something to fix it. Any person that man would have killed after he was released, their blood would have been on my hands.”

“You are not responsible for other people’s actions,” Steve said, his previous anger leaching from him.

“You’re right. But I am responsible for my own. Now where are you taking me? If you’re not entirely sure, you can drop me off in Australia. I have some business to attend to.”

“What business?”

“Not that you care but the leader of the Russian mafia is staying there for vacation. That man and his operation has killed hundreds of people. I’d like to pay him a visit. I can portal my way there but using the Quinjet means I have a few minutes to rest my eyes.”

The right thing to do would have been to bring Y/N back to the States to answer for her crimes. Instead, Steve turned the plane around and headed to Australia. And as Y/N slept soundly, he ignored the vice-like grip of the anaconda that constricted itself around his heart.

They landed in Australia after a few hours and he watched as Y/N stretched her body against the seat. “That has to be the best sleep I’ve had since… well I hardly remember.”

“Go,” Steve said, his voice harsh. “Before I change my mind.”

But Y/N did no such thing. Instead she lounged against the seat as if it was her throne and she its lazy queen. “You know, when Natasha or even Tony let me go, I understand their motives. Tony doesn’t trust the legal system and Natasha could have been one of the women I saved in another life. But you? Don’t you have a stick up your ass the length of a stripper pole?”

Steve bristled at her words but kept his mouth shut. His eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched a wry smile pull her lips.

“So, what, Steve? What’s the play here? You really want me to kill this guy? Why are you letting me go?”

“There are a lot of people who deserve to go to jail. You aren’t one of them. What you do with your freedom, that’s up to you.” His words were the truth. She looked at him with an expression he couldn’t really place and for a single second, it was as if a silent agreement passed between them. But the moment was gone and Y/N conjured up a portal and sashayed away.

That was three months ago and any and calls Steve heard regarding Y/N, he’d ignored. He ignored her when Y/N went on a prison break binge, releasing small time drug offenders and helping cure them of their addiction; he’d ignored her when she’d leaked the financials of big pharmaceutical companies, causing their sales to tank and for the price of insulin to go down; he’d ignored her when she’d saved hundreds of women in another sex trafficking ring.

Except now, today. He’d heard reports from Nat, who decided to keep in touch with Y/N on the down low, on Y/N’s location and he ran here. Now she was looking at him with the most perplexed look on her face.

She turned, once again busying herself with making his coffee.

“I’m surprised you aren’t using magic to make the coffee,” Steve said.

She shrugged. “I like making it by hand. Reminds me of simpler times.”

She set the steaming mug of coffee in front of him before grabbing a small plate and setting a few pieces of the freshly baked cookie in front of him. The coffee was still hot enough to hurt his mouth but Steve didn’t hesitate to take a sip. He’d had worse injuries than a burnt tongue.

The coffee was delicious. It was sweet, sweeter than he was used to but still delicious. The cookie, on the other hand, was something else entirely. He half suspected that maybe Y/N had sprinkled some kind of magic potion on the cookie because it was the best damn cookie he’d had in his life. The outside of the cookie was soft but the inside was gooey, the butter saturating through every nook and cranny. It melted on his tongue, the dark bitter chocolate and sweet butterscotch encased in a tango of flavor that danced on his tongue.

He briefly wondered if it would be polite to ask Y/N if he could bring home the entire tray.

“Good?” She asked, taking a sip of her own cup.

“This is the best cookie I’ve had in my life.”

She smiled at that. “Thanks. It’s an old recipe.”

Mundanity with Y/N was weird but strangely nice.

“So what are you really doing here, Steve?” Y/N asked as she took a seat in the stool next to him.

He took another sip of the coffee, buying himself some time. “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re not sure why you’re here? Radio silence from the Avengers for three months despite the crimes I committed and then all of a sudden, Steve Rogers grants me a house call.“

When she put it that way, he sounded ridiculous. But the words he’d spoken were the truth.

Instead, he shifted the subject. It was all he could to escape from Y/N’s scrutinizing gaze anyway.

“Right before we got to Australia, you said something,” Steve said the words slowly, hoping not to scare Y/N off by his line of questioning, “you said you were cursed by your powers?”

Steve had been mulling over her words for the better part of three months, taking it out like a precious pearl to examine on his quiet days. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. All he knew was that her words were strange. Y/N was a gifted magic user and Stephen Strange had often commented at her adept ability at it. It took people years, centuries even, to gain the level of mastery Y/N had when it came to magic and yet she used as surely as she breathed.

Why would she refer to it as a curse?

Y/N raised a brow, almost in challenge. “You’re telling me the Avengers haven’t figured it out?”

Y/N usually spoke in riddles and though it always frustrated Steve, he was also incredibly patient and so his next words came out even. “Figured what out?”

“My powers. I thought Steven Strange would try to figure me out the moment I came on to the scene.”

“He tried. Well, still trying. It frustrates him, y’know. How he can’t find answers to you.”

She grinned at that. “Alright then, I’ll give you the answers to me. Then it’s up to you if you want to tell him or not.”

“Why do you think I’ll keep everything you say to myself?”

“Because you’re Steve Rogers. And you came here, to me, in the middle of the biggest storm of the year, to see if I was okay. I doubt the others know and I’m pretty positive you wouldn’t tell them. So whatever information I say here, right now, you’ll keep to yourself.”

She was right. Of course she was. Steve figured Y/N was rarely wrong about anything.

“Alright. Go ahead. How’d you get your powers?”

“I was cursed with it by a god.”

She said it so seriously, Steve struggled to figure out if she was telling the truth.

“Why do you say it’s a curse?”

“Well the god who cursed me said that as the years past, I will become the most powerful magic wielder to exist. My powers will magnify tenfold, twentyfold and one day, I will become so powerful, I’ll have the ability to take over entire universes. Problem with that is magic always comes with a price and mine is my conscience. Every time I use my powers, my conscience becomes blacker until finally, it becomes a void inside of me.”

“So when you use your powers—“

“A piece of me dies with it and is reborn into something I don’t recognize. It’s why I do what I do.”

Realization dawns on Steve. “You do your own twisted version of good to remind yourself you can be good.”

She gave him a wry smirk tinged with bitterness. “There’s no place for me in Heaven, Steve. Only Hell. But when I get down there, I’m taking as many as I can down with me. Assuming I can die, that is.”

“You’re immortal?” Steve said with a frown.

“Well, according to the god that cursed me, I will not age and I will never get sick. Though, I imagine that if I was stabbed through the heart and someone finds a way to stop me from using my powers to heal myself, I’d die just like any other human.”

She gave him a pointed look, one that Steve shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

“If you want to use my weaknesses against me, go right ahead, Rogers,” Y/N said nonchalantly before taking a slow sip of her coffee. “I’ll even stand still while you plunge a knife through my heart.”

“I don’t have any intention of killing you.” And it chilled Steve to the bone to find out how much he meant those words.

“Bummer.” And Y/N looked genuinely disappointed.

“Hey,” Steve said sharply. “Life is a gift. You shouldn’t—“

“Can it, Rogers. I don’t want to hear that right now,” Y/N said but there was no malice in her voice. She just sounded tired.

Fine. If she didn’t want to discuss it, Steve was more than willing to change the subject. “You never said why the god gave you your magic.”

Y/N let out a cynical chuckle. “He was in love with me.”

“What?” Steve asked, not quite believing her words.

“The god. He was in love with me. I turned him down. Repeatedly, might I add. He got so fed up by my rejection, he decided to curse me with immortality and power. He said that one day, when I get bored with my life, it will drive me to his arms. I intend to live forever without ever thinking of him again just to spite him. And when I gather enough power, I’ll kill him myself. He can take away my humanity but he can’t take away my hatred of him.”

Steve couldn’t stop his smile. Y/N’s story was sad, incredibly so. He couldn’t imagine the profound loneliness that stretched before her. Centuries, maybe even a millennia of isolation and solitariness to spite a vengeful god. But she’d succeed, Steve had no doubts about that. He couldn’t picture anyone squaring up with Y/N and coming out of it victorious on the other side.

“So, what do we do now, Steve?” Y/N said with a slight sigh.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you broke a boundary. We never explicitly said it but I think we both decided to keep each other at arms length. I’ve been chummy with Nat and Yelena up to a point but not you. Back in Australia, I think we both agreed that our relationship will be strictly professional, even if we never really said the words out loud. But now, you’re here. What do we do about that?”

“I don’t know.”

Y/N simply sighed before taking a sip of her coffee. “Every morning, when I wake up, I find myself looking for reasons to get out of bed.”

“What are you doing?” Steve said with a frown.

“I celebrated my 100th birthday last (birthday month). I love to read. When I get bored, I write poetry. I love music though I was never talented enough with it but I do have centuries to learn now so who, knows, I might start. I love art too. I’ve been everywhere in the world and yet I never fail to visit a museum to see their art. I like sad paintings. The kind that can bring people to tears.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

She looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world and the answer should have been obvious by now. But Steve knew how to look past the arrogant veneer and see the vulnerability that swam in her eyes. “I’m going to live forever, Steve. And even if I’ll always remember other people, I won’t always be remembered. I figured, it’d be nice if someone knew some things about me. The last person I knew from my old life, she recently died. As humans, we are the people we know. I want someone to know me, even a little.”

“I miss music from the 1940s,” Steve said, not even thinking about the words. “Sam and Nat have both been trying to update me about the music of the decade but nothing beats my music. I like wearing converse because it’s one of the few things that never changed since I woke from the ice. I don’t like the rain. It reminds me too much of the war. There’s a boxing gym I use to go to back in New York. I never had a chance to box before because I was always too sick but I use to accompany Bucky whenever he had a match. When I was injected by the serum, I never had a chance to go back and so when I woke up from the ice it was one of the first places I went to.”

“Was the gym still operational?”

“It’s a little run down but I make it work.”

She smiled at him and Steve tried to ignore the jolt of warmth that shot down his spine.

“Why are you telling me these things?” She asked, an eyebrow raised in question, a playful expression beginning to bloom from her face.

“Friends know things about each other.”

And then Y/N’s face lightened like the sun peeking from the clouds after a storm, all warmth and joy.

The rain. Steve hadn’t even realized it had stopped. He glanced at the window behind Y/N and saw that the day looked almost as bright as Y/N’s smile.

“You need to go, don’t you,” Y/B said a little wistfully.

“Yeah,” Steve said, a little wistful too. He finished the cup to the dregs letting its sweet flavor fill him up til he was sure he’d be able to taste it until he got home.

Y/N led them out of the kitchen and back to the living room before she opened the front door and let him out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” Steve said as he pushed his sweaty hands into his pocket.

“You will?” She said, surprise laced in her voice.

“You said you struggle to find reasons to wake up in the morning. I’ll be a reason to. Friends do that, you know.”

“I know,” Y/N said but without her usual bravado. She looked almost roseate and Steve suddenly realized how strange it is that despite the fact that he’s seen her many times before, he never realized how pretty she was. As if a sudden burden had been lifted from her shoulders, making her look younger than actually was. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Steve.”

“See you tomorrow.”

And she closed the door.

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•Gotta watch the Movie!•

CG! Bruce Banner

CG! Natasha Romanoff

Little! Y/N (She/Her)

Y/N contemplated everything as she looked above at the dark ceiling, the only source of light coming from the small stars that shined in many different colors.

Despite how calming it was in the room, she felt so bored. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't! Bruce and Natasha got to watch a movie while Y/N was stuck having to go to bed since it was "a rule" that she had to be in bed by 9pm.

Y/N wasn't having any of that though. She didn't want to be by herself with her stuffies! She wanted to be with her papa and mama, and that's exactly what she was going to get.

She huffed and got out of her bed with her favorite blankie, making sure to be quiet so Bruce or Natasha wouldn't hear. Y/N quietly opened the door and peeked her head out, Bruce and Natasha were on the couch talking. She smiled and started to tip toe closer to them.. until she suddenly tripped over her blanket. It made a loud bang noise that echoed throughout the whole room.

"Y/N?"

A voice called out, the tone didn't sound too happy either. Before Y/N knew it, both Bruce and Natasha surrounded her. Natasha looked the most upset while Bruce was more upset that you fell.

"Oh, honey.. did you fall?"

He picked her up and cradled Y/N a bit, placing a kiss onto her forehead.

"Bruce, you can't coddle Y/N because you feel bad for her. You know she isn't supposed to be out of bed."

She said sternly. Usually, she wasn't too much of a stickler for rules when it came to Y/N. But bedtime was something that she made sure that Y/N followed daily.

"I know, I know.. but let's just hear her out. You never know what could be wrong. A nightmare, maybe she's cold, maybe she's too warm, or maybe even-"

Natasha chuckled and shushed Bruce a bit, he was always such a worrier. "Okay, okay.. I get it." She turned over to Y/N with a raised eyebrow, "Want to tell me and papa why you're out of bed?"

Y/N pouted a bit, holding onto Bruce tighter for support. "No wanna be in bed cause you and papa watching a movie without me.."

She mumbled, a small pout starting to replace her little frown. "I no wanna be by myself. Wanna be with mama and papa. Please?"

Y/N made puppy eyes at the two of them, Natasha was un phased by this, but Bruce? He was already breaking from just hearing how sad she was.

"Oh poor baby.. you felt lonely huh?"

He held onto Y/N tighter, rocking her gently to help her feel relaxed. "Cmon, Natasha.. she doesn't need to follow the schedule all the time. She can watch the movie with us. It'll be fun for her. Decides, how could you say no to her face?"

He held Y/N close to Natasha's face. Y/N was just giggling and making grabby hands towards Natasha with a silly smile on her face.

Natasha sighed and held Y/N tight, "You know how to push the right buttons, don't you huh?"

She booped Y/N's nose and carried Y/N over to the couch, "Once she falls asleep, you'll be putting her back to bed, Bruce."

Bruce just chuckled and smiled, slowly following behind the two.

"Sure thing."

He sat on the left of Y/N while Natasha sat on the right, Y/N was snuggling between the two happily. She absolutely loved when she got to be with both of her caregivers together. Y/N was always going to love them.. no matter what.

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thefiery-phoenix · 26 days

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REACTION TO YOU ESCAPING

Bruce, Bucky and Peter would be really miserable and heart broken. They'll ask you in a broken voice if what they're doing isn't good enough for you. They just want your love and affection that's all, they're already giving you everything you could ever ask for. If you still continue to misbehave with them, I imagine them just being like 'Angel please behave, you're upsetting me'. They're the soft yanderes who will use punishment as a last resort and even then, their punishments would most probably be something like locking you in a room with nothing to do till you say sorry. They'll overpower you in an instant and give you cuddles and don't even THINK of throwing things at them, it won't work

Now as for Tony, Thor and Clint, as much as they love you, they're trying their best to control themselves and trying you up. They'll just grit their teeth and pin you to the wall and ask you why you're doing this. They really don't want to punish you either, so at the very least, for punishments I have a feeling they'll emotionally manipulate you and say how dangerous it is for you to go out there. And heck, they might give you a chance to escape, till you get caught by kidnappers or people trying to harm you to which you'll run right back into their loving arms as they shush you and tell you hw much they love you and how safe you are with them

And as for Steve, Natasha and Loki, and Scott, well they might do the 'physical stuff' to you like treating you like a doll or slapping you and things like that. They won't care at that point if you're comfortable with doing something or not, you'll most likely get spanked by them. As much as they love you you're testing their patience levels and they'll do whatever it takes to make you behave for them even if it means breaking you

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akariamai · 10 months

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Briefing Room

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x android!reader

Word Count: 2076

The day was spent waiting for any new prospects on the situation, leaving Steve unable to sit still for even a moment. Under the circumstance, you did not know, he was justified to acting in such a way. It is his first job back on the field since he was under the ice. He wasn’t used to waiting around doing nothing. He was always a man with a plan, but at the moment, he was a fish out of water.

“Would you like to sit down, Captain Rogers?” He was hovering over the table you were seated at. Frown line encapsulating his face, his eyes scrunched up as he stood in his red, white, and blue costume. The situation must’ve been dire to make him act in such a manner.

His shoulders sagged a bit as he snapped out of his thoughts. He shook his head, refusing your offer, “No thank you, [Reader].” There was so much riding on finding the man who stole the Tesseract and all anyone could do is wait around for the machines to do their job. He was not used to being in such a predicament.

Throughout waiting, many of the agents would walk up to him in awe. A war hero in the flesh. Captain America in the twentieth century. Physically, still young. To many, it was a dream come true; a living legend in real time. To Steve, however, he wished to be back in his apartment spending the day with you. Instead, he was twiddling his thumbs, unable to prevent another power-hungry man from disrupting the peace.

Agent Coulson, when he wasn’t busy, walked right up to Steve and began an actual conversation with him. Unlike the other agents, who just stared or awkwardly glanced at him, Coulson began to rant about the set he’s collected throughout the years. “I mean, if it’s not too much trouble.” You accessed your database on the set he’s mentioned, finding a small group of history buffs and Captain America enthusiasts grant on about how rare and expensive searching for every piece of the collection. It only showed you the dedication Agent Coulson poured into acquiring his collecting, in near mint condition as well.

You found it strange for the tendency of humans to hoard a particular set of items. It led you through a rabbit hole of the collecting of coins, stamps, shoes, dolls, etc. It was all so bizarre to learn. You needed more time to learn more and perhaps teach Steve about such tendencies.

“No, no. It’s fine.” Polite as always, Steve was. While Steve was used to children being fans of the Captain America persona, Agent Coulson didn’t seem so bad.

“It’s a vintage set. It took me a couple of years to collect them all. Near mint, slight foxing around the edges, but...” Coulson’s rant was about to continue until it was interrupted by another agent.

“We got a hit. Sixty-seven percent match. Weight, cross match, seventy-nine percent.”

“Location?” Agent Coulson at once went into work mode. No longer was he the awe-filled man that adored the man next to him but a ready-to-work agent of SHIELD. He switched so seamlessly, impressing your robotic mind. Coulson was a professional.

“Stuttgart, Germany. 28, Konigstrasse. He’s not exactly hiding.” You did not know who he was or what the agents were searching for. You were completely in the dark, by the orders of Director Fury, and will continue to do so until you were either considered worthy or could not be kept away from the situation.

“Captain, you’re up.” Steve nods, preparing his mind and body for a battle that had yet to come. The last time he fought uprooted his existence to a new century. The people he had once trusted were gone. He was going to be alone on the battlefield with the eyes of SHIELD judging his every move. They had expectations for him and he was unsure if he could fulfill them. He had to bear the exaggerated fabrications of the history books as his story was dramatically Americanized into fantasy.

“Stay safe, Captain.” You muttered loud enough for his ears to pick up. Human life is a fragile and short. You did not want Steve’s story to end so soon after being free from the ice. He was slowly learning to live once more, and it would be unfair for it all to be taken away from him again. “The world still needs a hero.”

It has been a while since Steve had left and no one has reassured you the mission is or had went well. They ignored your presence like you were a bystander and perhaps, in their eyes, you were. The entirety of SHIELD moved like a lifeless machine. Each person acting like moving parts without the essence of lifeforms. Their movements were more robotics than you.

An agent, you did not know or recognized, walked up towards you. “Move to the briefing room.”

You nodded and was about to ask if they could walk you there but they walked away angrily. You didn’t know the way there. It was your first time in a helicarrier and you surely did not have access to the floor plans. So, you wandered around aimlessly until you found the room.

There you found Steve, Dr. Banner, an unfamiliar man dressed in strange clothing, and unnamed agents in the room. Steve, from your perspective, was watching a sort of broadcast on a monitor. As the monitor goes black, the group just stand there in silence.

You walked closer to Steve, scanning to see if he had any injuries he probably hid from SHIELD. Steve was the type of person to hide his injuries, waiting for everyone else to be checked before him. It didn’t matter if he was heavily injured, his teammates would always be checked before him. You managed to find several light bruises that probably weren’t light when he got them. His healing factor was fascinating.

Dr. Banner broke the silence, “He really grows on you, doesn’t he?”

“Loki’s gonna drag this out. So Thor, what’s his play?” Steve didn’t even notice your presence. He was too busy trying to piece together a puzzle you could not know. Loki and Thor... gods of Norse mythology. You had not gotten to show Steve mythology yet. You’ll be sure to go over mythology from all over the world.

“He has an army called the Chitauri. They’re not of Asgard or any world known. He means to lead them against your people They will win him the Earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract.” You had never heard of the Chitauri before. The word was a complete mystery. Nothing popped up when you searched through your database.

Steve looked aghast, “An army? From outer space?” There are an infinite amount of universes, with vast galaxies top scientists haven’t even discovered yet. From unexplained objects moving in the sky to crop circles, it’s no wonder a small percentage of people believe in extraterrestrial lifeforms existing somewhere in the galaxy.

“So, he’s building another portal. That’s what he needs Erick Selvig for.”

“Selvig?” The man you learned is named Thor asked.

“He’s an astrophysicist.”

“He’s a friend.”

“Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of ours.” You were confused of this conversation. You didn’t have all the information the others had. Portals? An astrophysicists. Spells? What could it all mean? There were pieces of the puzzle within the conversation but without preeminent information, it was unsolvable. You were left in the dark, with only your robotic mind to try to piece it together.

“I wanna know why Loki let us take him. He’s not leading an army from here.”

“I don’t think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy’s brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him.”

“Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he’s, my brother.”

“He killed eighty people in two days.”

“He’s adopted.” You didn’t get it.

“Iridium, what did they need the Iridium for?”

Iridium is one of the rarest elements on Earth as it can be found in sediments by rivers and a thin layer exists in the Earth’s crush. It is thought meteors and asteroids, containing high levels of iridium, had caused a huge dust cloud creating said layer.

“It’s a stabilizing agent.” Tony Stark, the billionaire who announced to the entire world he was Iron Man, and Agent Coulson walked in.

“I’ll fly you there. Keep the love alive. Means the portal won’t collapse on itself, like it did at SHIELD.

Tony turned to Thor, “No hard feelings, Point Break. You’ve got a mean swing.” He turns his attention to the Iridium, “Also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants.” Tony, then, turns to the crew dramatically, almost as he is putting on a show, “Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the top sails. That man is playing GALAGA! Thought we wouldn’t notice. But we did.”

You whispered to Steve, “I’ll go over video games later.” Steve was glad you were with him. He had a feeling he would need all the help he could get to understand the meaning behind the conversation that was speeding along.

Tony stood in front of the monitors and questioned, “How does Fury do this?”

“He turns.” An agent replies. You didn’t quite catch her name.

“Well, that sounds exhausting. The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube.”

“When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” She asked.

“Last night. The packet, Selvig’s notes, the Extraction Theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading.”

“Does Loki need any particular kind of power source.” While Steve did not full grasp the conversation, you had helped him tremendously with understanding a bit of astrophysics. He might be able to catch up with two of the world’s greatest's minds but he could pick up certain phrases of the conversation.

“He’s got to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.”

“Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.” The phenomenon, that is the quantum tunneling effect, is essentially when a particle, with less kinetic energy than the barrier its penetrates, is able to penetrate through a potential energy barrier. The odds of the phenomenon to happen is one in a hundred billion. If Selvig found a way to heighten the possibility, even a smug more, it would be known throughout the scientific world.

“Well, if he could do that, he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet.”

“Finally, someone who speaks English.”

“Is that what just happened?” Steve asks you as Tony and banner shake hands. There is a mutual respect for one another.

“It’s good to meet you, Dr. Banner. You’re work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

Dr. Banner looks down before muttering, “Thanks.”

Once you see Nick Fury walking into the room, you try to move behind Steve, not wanting to be kicked out. “Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you might join him.”

Steve caught everyone’s attention, “Let’s start with that stick of his. It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.” Loki’s staff was so reminiscent of the weapons he had faced in World War II, he believed it couldn’t be a coincidence.

“I don’t know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I’d like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.” Mind control?

“Monkeys?” Thor questioned, “I do not understand.”

Steve was so excited to understand something fully in this conversation. Obviously, he would have to ask you questions later when he was finished, but he was proud to have gotten it alone. “I do! I understand that reference.”

“Shall we play, doctor?” Tony asked.

“Let’s play some.” Dr. Banner and Tony walked out together and everyone else dispersed as well.

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szagaloree · 1 year

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mvltisstuff · 9 months

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for whom the bell tolls - p.p

summary: y/n can’t help but take revenge on the person who ruined her childhood. as hard as peter tries, he nor the avengers can stop her.

peter parker x reader

a/n: i rewatched infinity war today so i was in an mcu mood yk :)) i also used a villain name generator so that’s why his names a little funky 😭 ALSO i kinda imagined y/n’s powers kinda like thenas cosmic energy weapons in eternals!!

y/n has had nothing but fury for one man her whole life. the man who lay her mothers body in front of her as she watched her life crumble before her eyes. her home was destroyed, along with her regular childhood.

she was just a normal kid. she played outside with friends on the playground. she talked to them during lunch in school. she came home and spent time with her parents. she hadn’t even hit the third grade before it was turned upside down.

y/n hadn’t seen this excuse of a person since her parents were murdered before her. he never produced the fighters himself, leaving it to his own workers. she remembers the exact face summoning her away and placing her into doom. the experiments were run, and she was forced into isolation from her peers in the world.

nightsiege had been behind the whole matter, the mastermind. he was able to capture y/n at the perfect time, training her to become one of his own army with combat skills and using her own powers.

y/n was fully aware of the life she was missing. she watched the world around her as she could never escape the nightmare. she was supposed to be top of her class, but she was top product of the nightsiege’s manipulation instead.

it wasn’t until the base was invaded by the avengers when receiving their own threat, easily being able to demolish the sources. y/n stood out immensely. she wasn’t running for cover, she was fighting for herself. the team knew she needed help, but they also knew she had too much potential to be a hero. so, they took her back to the compound. they trained her properly in new york, trying to undo some of the trauma impended on her from the siege corporations. pretty soon, she was enrolled into school, easily meshing in educationally but socially was another story.

being completely shut out from the world sets you back. she was awkward, but a sweet soul. she just wanted friends, and the adorable boy came over to her with his friend to sit with her. peter knew what it was like to be an outcast. of course, not the same way y/n was, but he was a friend. yeah, tony had told him to be nice to her, but it meshed into more. she became a true functioning person in society because of peter. he guided her through life, teaching her about things she missed when she was being experimented on. she held him dearly, having nothing but admiration for him. he never once stepped away from her side. he listened to all of her stories, and spent time with her out of school. he became her person, her safe space. peter knows what it’s like to have a responsibility that you didn’t ask for.

peter was completely mesmerized by her abilities, making swords and shields from her bare hands. her defense was incredible, and peter became better from her. y/n opened peters eyes more than by just training. he came to terms that you can do a lot with a little. it doesn’t matter what your background is, because anyone has to power to rescue someone else.

peter vividly remembers the day he asked her out. he was shaking like a leaf all day, may almost having to sedate him. he didn’t want to overstep on her growth, taking note on how far she’s come. he couldn’t hold it in anymore. it felt like something was holding them apart from growing up together, and he needed to say something before it all turned to rust. she eased him quickly, calming all his anxieties with just one kiss.

they spent every day together. weekends and weekdays were filled with school and training and missions. this was one of the days, after school in the training rooms of the compound. they had it all alone, and y/n stood holding pads for peter to punch.

“c’mon, y/n!” he shouts, happily. “stop going easy on me!”

“i’m not going easy on you!” she replies. “trust me, you’d be begging me to stop if i went any further.”

“…that’s what she said,” peter whispers as y/n smacks the pad against his head.

“grow up, spider-boy,” she beams, continuing to let him practice.

the rest of the avengers were in the other room, discussing an upcoming debacle. tony, steve, natasha, and bruce stood around the table, connecting with thor in asgard. “if he hasn’t been to asgard, tony, he’s back to earth.”

“didn’t we go to that department the other day?” nat adds. “y/n was there for that, he could’ve somehow heard she’s with us.”

“because he wants her back. she’s only getting more powerful and he wants to manipulate her more,” steve speaks next, starting to put the puzzle pieces together.

“well, why didn’t the creep come sooner if he knew she was out? he’s only coming because he knows she’s with us,” tony questions.

“nightsiege wanted her to get to her highest level of skill before he started to utilize her. besides, he’s been anti-avenger since the day we formed so we’re the last people he wants her with,” nat tells him. “it’s similar to the red-room. you were used until you were perfect. he wouldn’t even kill her, he’d just torture her further.”

“do we tell her, i mean, i think she has a right to know-“

“no,” steve tells bruce. “she could get hurt or killed if she tries to intervene. it’s best if we handle this on our own, without her and peter.”

“handle what?” peter asks, his soft voice ringing through the room as y/n stands behind him, looking fearfully at the superheroes in the room.

“so he’s only coming back to take me away?”

“basically, yes,” tony says.

“what about the other ones? why doesn’t he want them?”

“they’re not with the avengers, and none of them have the skill set that you have with the powers,” bruce tells her, looking into her frightened eyes, trying to cover up her worry. “and your parents, probably have something to do with it.”

“he killed them, that’s the deal with them,” y/n sits in the chair, thinking heavily about the situation in her hands. “i’m finding him.”

“no,” peter murmurs. “i don’t think that’s a good idea, like at all.”

“the kids right,” tony says. “you’re one of the strongest forces on this planet but you don’t have the capabilities to fully take this guy down.”

a switch flips in y/n, a side of her that she tried to bury away is released. she’s craved revenge and shooting karma his way, but she’s held it in. its been on the tip of her tongue since she watched her parents take their last breath and now it’s right in front of her. peter saw her eyes darken at the mention of him. he watched the bright smile on her face disintegrate away at the thought. a naïve part of him hoped they were past it. the young, innocent parts of themselves prayed that he was gone, never to return. unfortunately, it’s never that simple.

the second y/n ran out of that room and left the compound, they knew they were in for a ride of hell. y/n became like a daughter to them, and friend. they treated her like royalty since they say they found her, often forgetting that she capable on her own since she was so young.

when y/n found herself taking the jet, she knew she could never go back. just leaving the compound meant she was in too deep, and she just hoped she wouldn’t regret it. she was able to track down a secret management base that nightsiege would be most likely to go to. that’s where the all the information is, different from the actually training site.

“y/n’s gone,” tony alerts. “she’s trying to find nightsiege alone, which she can’t do.”

“i’ll check the tracking status on the missing jet,” bruce moves to one of the computers, seeing the new site on the map. “she’s at the info base.”

“damn it, kid,” tony shakes his head, rubbing his eyes. “well, suit up, what are we waiting for?”

peter glances as him anxiously, knowing y/n wants to do it alone. peters always tried to please everyone. if y/n gets mad at him, he’ll get mad at himself and he can’t handle her people being mad at him. peter knows there’s a right and a wrong here, and he senses full jeopardy coming toward y/n. he’s loved her for years, and peter is y/n’s favorite person. so, he goes along with avengers, going to find y/n and her vengeance.

when y/n climbed through the back entrances, she was confronted with pure darkness. the only thing that she could hear was the light whirring of the air and machinery above her. the room was filled with metal pipes and tanks. there were small offices, pitch black with nothing but a white shade in front of the windows. she illuminated her path by using a golden defense baton that was formed from her hands. her footsteps from the thick boots on her feet echoed through the tall ceilings.

when she stepped forward, she felt a bench of buttons and switches in front of her. she pressed the power key, causing a screen to shine in front of her. it contained files and sections of confidential information at the tip of her fingers. as she was preoccupied looking at the words on the massive screen, the noises behind her did not go unnoticed.

“i thought that i’d find you here,” he speaks strongly, chills rushing down y/n’s spine. she never knew that the sound of someone’s voice could make her feel sick to her stomach. “what’s brought you to me, child?”

“i’m ending all of this,” y/n turns, making eye contact with the monster in front of her. he had his own protection on, covered in armor and his own weapons. she points to the screen in front of her, all of the crucial files, including her own.

“you’ll never get those files, y/n. you are not nearly as strong as you need to be. i came to save you.”

“i don’t need any more saving, not from you.”

“you’ve been poisoned by the avengers. they’ve brainwashed you and completely put you in a box. i made you the strongest version of yourself.”

“the worst version of myself was when i was under your control. you’re a weak, weak man who has nothing going for him but a bunch of lame excuses of experiments. you ripped my life to pieces with no remorse.”

his feet slam closer to y/n, his figure coming more into sight as she takes another step backwards. “you’ll never learn, y/n. your parents were never good for you. i saved you.”

flashes of the people who really saved y/n go through her mind. memories of her and peter together are flooding her. every touch, every word, every moment with him. the life she has now is only because of peter. every single part of her wishes he were there to fight this battle with her, but she had to do it alone.

“you’re psychotic,” y/n whispers as he shakes his head with a manic smirk on his face.

“you’re never getting what you want from me.”

“then i’ll get it from your corpse,” y/n spits out at him, shooting out swords from her wrists in milliseconds. she charges toward him, releasing bursts of energy onto his body, forcing him back before he gets up. he runs toward her, grabbing her much smaller body and throwing it against the wall with his strength. she slides down with the shattered glass, picking herself up as he walks over with his knives.

her hand meets his forearm, her leg smashing into his waist, making him buckle over. his grip remained on the weapon, leaving a slash over y/n’s thigh. she grunts out, but is able to form a ring of energy over her hand, connecting it with his throat as she kicks in the back of his knees.

his hand is in defense on his neck, but the power from him brings down chunks of the metal ceilings, falling around y/n and collapsing on top of her.

she forces a shield out of her, shoving the debris off her body and swiftly acting back on the villain. she somehow manages to land an aggressive punch on his face, temporarily disorienting him. his own fist connects with hers, covered in rough metal. her nose dripped of blood, leaving smears along with the cuts and bruises on her face from earlier impacts. her body’s tired, wanting to just leave and give up but never being able to let him win. he would kill her because he’s scared of her. somehow, the thought of him being scared pushed her even further.

the next time she blinked, she saw nightsiege being swept away, a long string of webbing dragging him backward. he was confused by the sticky substance on his back, slicing it off with his smaller knife. when he tried stepping forward again, one of the arrows from clint had exploded, forcing him onto his back before he could even think.

y/n brought herself up, landing toward him as she pushed herself up with the energy. her indestructible knife was no match for his, the two having it out in the middle of the ground. caps shield had come between the two, slicing the blade in half as y/n’s was faded back into her powerful hands. the force from the shield had sent nightsiege back onto the ground on his back. when he leaned up, his knife sliced cleanly across y/n’s stomach, leaving a deep gash into her body. she gasped out in pain, holding her abdomen with her free hand as she wobbled.

another forcefield was spread around them, blocking off the rest of the avengers from them. it was only y/n and nightsiege in the area now. it was up to her to kill him and his plans.

peter banged on the forcefield, pounding his fists while screaming y/n’s name. “mr. stark! we have to get this down! please, y/n!”

“kid, calm down,” he tries to ease the boy in front of him, but also battling his own worries. peters were unmatched. his eyes were glued on his girlfriends injured figure, in agony as she continued to move this guy further into the ground. peter tried to break down the barrier, but it was impossible.

y/n glanced at peter again, and maybe for the last time. she took a shaky breath, smashing more power into him to keep him down. the eye contact with peter was excruciating. she barely wanted to look at him, wanting to just fall into his arms and run away with him. however, just like she knew, there was no turning back.

she formed restraints around nightsieges wrists, tying them to the ground as she stepped over him. a circular weapon with sharp, serrated edges as she moved herself closer to him.

“you’ll nev-never be… a hero,” his raspy voice comes out, leaving a sour taste in y/n’s mouth. she tries to ignore the burning pain throughout her body before she retorts back at him.

“rot,” she says. “in hell,” with severe grit in her voice, she lands the weapon into his chest, robbing his lungs of oxygen and watching his frail body gasp for air. she watched his eyes unfocus, and the sinfulness in his eyes turns to death.

as the barrier disintegrates around her, peter is sprinting toward her. her eyes are staying on the dead body of the man who destroyed her, before they slowly adjust to peter.

“hey!” he says, softly. “y/n, we have to get you help!”

“peter,” she whines, letting herself fall into him as the rest of the avengers move to catch her. peter has her, though, and he doesn’t ever want to let go. “i have to end this.”

“you did, baby,” his hand lands on the side of her face. “it’s over.” she shakes her head no, limping over to the screen and the controls in front of her. with the clicks of a few buttons and the blur in her eyes, every last file is wiped from existence. she can finally say it’s over, and she can believe it at last. before she knows it, her body can’t withstand the pressure of her injuries, letting herself fall to the floor of the building.

next time she is awake, the bright lights of the recovery unit of the compound make her squint. no amount of lights could conceal the beautiful face in front of her, gripping her hand as peter looks like be might doze off himself. she looks around at her body on the bed, covered in thick bandages and wires.

“pete?” she asks, vulnerably.

“yeah, i’m here, you’re ok,” he tells her, sweet as ever in her mind. she smiles at him lightly, his hand brushing the sides of her hair. “you did it, y/n/n.”

“it’s done, peter.”

“mhm, all because of you. you saved more people than i can think of. you’ve always been a hero, y/n. you’re so much more than that too.”

she tries to lean up, wiping the tears off her face to give him a kiss. he realizes her attempt, then standing up to land a soft kiss on her lips. “i love you, peter.”

peter blinks, his heart moving a million miles an hour. they’ve been dating for a while, but somehow this one feels different. watching her inch closer to her deathbed made the three words meaningful than he thought they could get. he loved her too, more than anything in the world. “i love you too,” he replies, almost embarrassingly fast. his hand covers his mouth, causing giggles to leave y/n’s mouth.

“c’mon! she just got out of surgery and they’re making out in the recovery wing!” tony complains, making natasha shake her head with a grin.

“leave them be, tony,” she laughs. “she’s finally free, let him kiss the girl.”

“fine, but,” tony presses the loudspeaker button, his voice coming through the room. “i have my eye on you fools!”

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Tony Stark: "Y/N? What's going on?" says your boyfriend, Tony, rolling over when he hears you making noise. You're clearly still asleep, but whimpers of pain escape your lips every few seconds. Your eyebrows cross as your nose wrinkles.

"No! Please Dad! Stop! It hurts! Dad! Stop! Stop please!" You call out in your sleep, hands curling into fists on your chest, clutching at the top you stole from Tony's closet.

"Y/N, baby, it's okay! You're safe now. You're not there anymore! Wake up baby! Wake up Y/N!" says Tony, frantically shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you. "Baby, wake up! Wake up, love!"

"Huh?! What happened?!" you say, bolting upright, finally waking.

"Oh, thank god. You were having a nightmare again baby. Come here, I'll hold you. Let's go back to sleep, it's not quite morning yet. We can still get a few hours before you need to get up for work." he says, pulling you back down into a laying position, but rolling you so you're cuddled up against his chest.

"Sorry Tones. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

"You never disturb me babe. Go to sleep, four o'clock is going to come around really fast. Don't worry about it." he says, pecking you forehead, encouraging you to relax into him further.

Pepper Potts: As Pepper comes home from another day at Stark Industries, instead of finding you dancing around the kitchen while making dinner, she finds a quiet apartment. Almost too quiet. "Y/N? Baby, where are you?" she asks into the silence. That's when she hears it, a quiet whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Hurriedly, she kicks off her stilettos and makes her way to where the noise is coming from.

"No, Pep, please don't leave me! Please, I need you Pep! I'm nothing without you, I'm a mess. You know that! Come back please!" you beg, obviously asleep. Tears roll down your pale cheeks. Pepper kneels down in front of you, before softly taking your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

"Y/N, baby, wake up. Wake up for me sweetie. You're okay, I'm never going to leave you." she coos, helping wake you from your nightmare.

"Pep! Oh Pepper! Oh thank god you're here!" you cry, waking suddenly and throwing your arms around her neck.

"Hey baby. It's alright, I've got you. Pepper's here, my love. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm never going to leave you, not for anyone." she soothes, rubbing your back underneath your sleep shirt. Minutes pass and slowly your breathing settles back down to its normal pace. "Feeling better, babes?"

"Yeah, thanks Pepper. Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay, as long as you feel better now. My pretty little baby. My needy little baby." she coos, pulling back to pinch your cheek, causing you to whine unhappily.

"Pepper! Stop! Don't like that!" you complain, pouting at your girlfriend. She chuckles, leaning forward, kissing the pout off of your lips.

"Cutie!"

You roll your eyes at that. "Pep, I just woke up from a nightmare, I'm dressed in a massive shirt and barely there panties. I'm the opposite of cute right now." You complain, flopping onto your back, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the sun.

"You'll always be a cutie to me, Y/N. Even in your crappy Walmart brand sleep shirts and barely there panties and messed up hair." she teases, standing up bedside the bed.

"Hey! Leave my Walmart shirts out of this! It's all I can afford, I don't make nearly half of what you do, Pep. You know that."

"You realize I am willing to buy you nicer things, right babes?"

"No! Charity is not allowed! You're lucky I let you pay the rent for this place."

"It's not charity baby. It's called a gift. My pretty baby deserves pretty things." she coos, pulling you out of the bed and planting light kisses to the crown of your head.

Peter Parker: "Morning babe. How'd you sleep?" you say, as Peter slides his arms around your waist and leans down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty good, caught a robber last night, that was fun. How about you? Was it a good night or a bad night?"

“Bad. Had a nightmare again. But it's okay, I got five hours, I'm all good." You say, like getting less than eight hours a night was normal and healthy.

"I thought I told you to call me if you had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Why didn't you?"

"Because Pete, you need your sleep, I can do without. It's fine, just drop it okay? We've got to get to homeroom." you say, sliding out of his grasp, shutting your locker.

"Babe! Don't be like that! You know I care about your health, mental and physical. At least tell me what the nightmare was about?"

"Alright, fine. I watched you and May die and I couldn't do anything about it. I cried for about half an hour while my coffee brewed. Once I had my coffee I was fine. I'll see you in Chemistry Pete." you say, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yep, see you in Chem." he says, returning the affection before you disappear into your homeroom.

Sam Wilson: As Sam comes home from his morning run he notices you on the couch, sleeping somewhat peacefully. "She must've gotten back from work while I was out." he mutters, heading past you to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he quickly changes and heads back out to the living room, expecting to find you still sleeping peacefully. What he wasn't expecting to find was you wide awake and panting. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks, sitting down on the couch arm, placing an apprehensive hand on your shoulder.

"Ahh!" You scream, before noticing who's in front of you. "Oh, sorry Sammy. I, uh, had a nightmare again. Don't worry about it, though. Sorry for screaming in your face." you say, cringing away from him slightly.

"Hey, it's okay. You have issues, we all do. Just relax, I'll go get you some water, okay?" he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets off of the arm and starts making his way towards the kitchen.

"Wait! Sammy!" you call after him.

"Yeah babe?" he asks, turning back to face you.

"Can you get me some of that juice I like instead, please?" you give him puppy eyes.

"Of course I can. Anything for you, babe."

Steve Rogers: Steve wakes up to his alarm going off, and notices you're not in the bed beside him. Confused, he glanced towards your ensuite bathroom. The light's off as well. "Oh shit. She probably had a nightmare again." He mutters, getting up out of bed. He grabs a shirt and throws it on before heading into the rest of the compound. He comes into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in front of you.

"Morning Stevie. Sorry for leaving you, I couldn't go back to sleep. There's coffee in the pot if you want some." You say, smiling sheepishly at the super soldier.

“Morning princess, how's the hips?" He teases, kissing your head.

"A little sore, you left hand prints you know?" You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You wink at him, pulling up the side of your shirt to show him the edge of the bruise he left.

"Seriously, I did? Wow, I didn't mean to baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?" He says, shocked.

"The usual. You and the team dead. Fury dead. But I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Stevie."

"Are you sure bubs? Normally you can get back to sleep. What was different this time?"

"Nothing Stevie. Remember I went to bed earlier than normal last night?"

"Oh right, forgot that. I fucked you so well you were too tired to stay up, even for aftercare. " He says getting a coffee mug out.

"Yeah. I need a shower, want to join me or are you gonna go on a run today?" You say, finishing your coffee off with one big gulp.

Steve looks at you, looks at the coffee mug in his hand before putting it back into the cupboard quickly. "Let's go, I can run tomorrow." He says grabbing you by your waist, swinging you over his shoulder with ease. You giggle as he carries you back down the hall.

Bucky Barnes: "Doll! Wake up!" Yells Bucky, aggressively shaking your shoulder. You were having a terrible nightmare. Kicking, screaming, hitting. With one final scream you shoot upright, breathing heavily. You clutch at your chest, feeling your heart race. "Y/N, it's alright. You're here with me, it's James. Breathe doll. Take a deep breath for me, hun. There, that's better. Just breathe doll, I'm not going anywhere. You're alright. You're never gonna have to face him again. I promise. We will protect you." He says, knowing that the reason for your nightmare was your abusive ex-fiancé.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah doll? I'm right here. F. R. I. D. A. Y. turn on the bedside lamp please. Hey, look at me doll. What wrong?"

"I just want you to know that I- I love you, Buck. I love you a lot."

"I love you too doll. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? I'll be right here, as always." You nod, laying back down, curling into your boyfriends side, clinging to his waist, pulling him to lay with you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn the lamp back off." He mumbles, holding you to his side protectively.

Bruce Banner: You lay in your bed panting as your husband leaves the room to fetch you a glass of water. When he returns, he sets the glass on the bedside table and gently pulls you into a sitting position. "Y/N, breathe for me love. Take deep breaths, you had a real bad fright. You need to bring your heart rate down before you drink anything, otherwise you will likely choke. Y/N, look at me. He's in jail, you never have to worry about him again. I promise my love, you're safe from him now." says Bruce, rubbing your back and planting tender kisses on your forehead.

"Brucie, what if he gets out? What am I supposed to do if he gets out?" you say, eyes teary.

"He won't, he's in for life Y/N. And if on the off chance that he escapes, the team will take him out. We've got you, love."

Natasha Romanoff: "What is it, babe?" says your girlfriend over the phone, clearly having just woken up to answer your call. Even though you're only a few floors away from her, you had to call her, you couldn't convince your body to move.

"Nat, can- can you come to my r-room?" you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. You hear the rustling of her bed sheets as she gets up.

"Yeah I can baby! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again, love?" she says, her bedroom door creaking shut in the background.

"Mhm, I can't move Natty. It's happening again! I can't move!" you cry, sobs shaking your entire body, despite you not being able to move your limbs. You can hear her bare feet run up the stairs of the compound, and try to calm yourself down, but the hysteria takes over you an the phone falls out of your hand onto the bed.

"Baby! Y/N, I'm coming sweetie! Listen to my voice Y/N. Listen to me, my lyubov. I need you to breathe for me. Y/N! You need to breathe for me!" She says, opening the stairwell door, practically sprinting down the hall to your bedroom. She quickly throws your door open, letting it bang against the wall, and rushes to your bedside. "Hey! Look at me baby! Look at me Y/N! Hey, hi. Yeah, breathe for me dorogoy. Good, yes! Just like, that my lyubov. Just relax everything for me. There you go my lyubov. Do you want to tell me about it?" She coos, stroking your hair away from your face.

"It was the Chitauri. You and the whole team dead. Loki on a throne, chaos." you whimper, leaning into your girlfriends hand.

"They're gone dekta. You don't need to worry about that. Loki is back on Asgard where he belongs." she comforts you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Clint Barton: As you walk into your apartment you notice Clint's bow sitting on the couch and you can hear the tap running in the bathroom. You close the door and lean against it, waiting for him to emerge so you can throw yourself at him. When he finally does leave the bathroom you do just as you had planned and attack him in a hug but not before noticing the cuts, scrapes and healing bullet wounds on his bare upper body. "You're home!" you cry out, burying your face in his neck. You let your tears run, and practically bawl into his neck.

"Hey baby! Y/N? What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hugging you back. The sobs wrack through you body, leaving you shaking terribly in between the heaves. He gently shushes you as he carries you over to the couch. He pushes his bow to the floor with a clatter and sits down on the cushions, pulling you into his lap in order to comfort you. He rocks you back and forth gently as you continue to cry.

"You got shot at!? Again?!" you whimper, brushing light finger tips over the healing wounds. He nods, stroking your hair. "Oh god, it's all coming true. Oh shit. Clint, what if you die?! What am I supposed to tell our friends if you go out on a mission one day and don't return?" you ask, tears coming to your eyes once more.

"Y/N, don't be upset! Don't start crying again love! It's fine, I'm fine. Now, tell me, what's got you reacting like this?" he croons, rubbing your back and pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead.

"I had a nightmare, you had gone on a mission with Nat and Coulson and they returned but you didn't. They said you died in gunfire. I was so terrified when I woke up." you say, your body still shaking.

"I promise that won't happen any time soon. I have the next two weeks off. Let's just relax and cuddle for a bit, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds nice." you say, trying to continue to take deep breaths and slow the shaking to a minimal amount."

Wanda Maximoff: You slip from your bed and pad across the room towards the door. Trying to be quiet you open the door, intending to slip out into the hall and go sit in the main room until the others began to wake. Your plan fails quite quickly because as you open the door, the hinges creak surprisingly loud, waking your girlfriend. "Y/N? Why are you out of bed? Where are you going, kitten?" she asks, sitting up in the bed, cocking her head to the side confused.

"Was going to the main room Wands. Didn't mean to wake you, sorry." you mumble, ears drooping on top of your head. Your tail dips down to rest between your legs.

"Why were you goin' to the main room, kitten?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had a nightmare again." you whisper under your breath.

"Y/N, kitten, you need to speak up. I didn't hear a thing you just said." she coos.

"Had a nightmare Wands. Scared me and didn't wanna bother you." you admit, bowing your head, ashamed.

"Baby, if you have nightmare you wake me up! Come here my love. No need to be ashamed, everyone gets them. Come here, yes, come back to bed little one. You're safe here. Come cuddle with me, kitten." says Wanda softly. Abashedly you walk back over to the bed and climb in with her again. She gently grabs your waist and pulls you across the mattress so you're laying against her chest. She begins to hum an old Sokovian lullaby to you, while scratching behind your ears. Your feline instincts tell you to curl up in to her, to wrap your tail around her thigh. So you give in and do just that.

When she finishes the song, you're practically asleep. "Wanda?" you mumble into her chest.

"Yes kitten? Something wrong?" she asks, quietly.

"Nothin's wrong. Just wanted you to know I wuv you." you slur, nuzzling closer to her.

She chuckles quietly, continuing to rub at your ears. You purr unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of her nails on your scalp. "I love you too kitten. Go to sleep now honey." She whispers, kissing your temple.

Pietro Maximoff: "No. No, no no. No. He can't be! You promised me he would come back Stark! Same with you Steve. You promised me my boyfriend would come back alive and well!" you shout. Pietro looks over at you, noticing that you're asleep and having a nightmare. He quickly places his book on the floor and rushes over to you, crossing your small apartment bedroom in less than half a second.

"Draga, I'm here. I'm alive draga. Y/N, wake up! Wake up my dear!" he says, shaking your shoulders, trying to wake you. "Wake up, draga!" he shouts in your ear, shocking you awake. You bolt into a sitting position, crashing your forehead on your boyfriends.

"Ow. That hurt." you mutter, clutching your head in pain.

"Oh! I'm sorry draga! I'll go get you some ice! I'll be right back." he says, holding his forehead as well. He leans down and presses a kiss to your head before running out of the room and returning five seconds later with two ice packs in his hands.

"Thank you baby. I love you Pietro." you say, taking the cold pack he offers to you before reaching up with your free hand to pull him in for a sweet kiss. You feel him smile slightly into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.

Thor Odinson: As soon as you wake from the horrible dream, you get up from your bed and stride to your balcony. "Oh, lord." You mumble. Holding your chest, you look out at the sunrise over the royal gardens, and notice movement by the royal stables. Upon a closer look, you realize it is Lady Sif, prepping a horse for a ride.

"Darling? What are you doing out on the balcony this early in the morning? The sun's not even fully up yet. Come back to bed, my queen." mumbles Thor, his eyes open to little slits, peering over at you from the bed.

"Sorry Thor, darling. I had a nightmare and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to wake you, my love." you say quietly, crossing the room again.

"Oh, no. You didn't wake me. I just sensed your missing presence and woke up. A nightmare you say. What was it about?" he asks, worry evident on his face as you join him in bed again.

"I'll tell you about it later darling. Let's just go back to sleep. I am still tired and bet you are too." you say, sliding to snuggle against your fiance's chest.

"Alright. Sleep well my love. Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you too, Thor."

Loki Laufeyson: "Darling! Darling wake up!" yells your husband, shaking your shuddering from. You bolt upright, nearly bashing your forehead on his. Before you do, his hand blocks your foreheads from touching with a gentle hand. "Love, relax. Breathe. It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe my dear." he soothes, hands snaking around you and pulling your body to rest on top of his. He gently tucks your head into the conjunction between his neck and shoulder.

"Oh Norns." you mumble, struggling to even out your breaths.

"You're alright my dear. I'm here for you. I'm here." he says softly, hand rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck. Your shaking shoulders gradually become still as your breath evens out. "Would you like to tell me why you were screaming in your sleep, my queen?" he asks quietly.

"I was having a nightmare, Loki." you mutter into his skin.

He rolls his eyes before speaking again."Yes, I understand that you were having a nightmare my love. Do you mind telling me what it was about?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I watched you die... By the hands of Thor." you whisper, tucking your face closer to his neck.

"Well, seeing as Thor could barely catch me when we were younger, I doubt he could catch me now. Let alone overpower me. You have nothing to worry about my love. Thor is too much of a people-pleaser to even think about killing me." he says, chuckling slightly.

"I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. I love you, Loki." you mumble, letting your breathing even out.

"Alright my dear. I'll see you in the morning. I love you too, my queen." he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness.

Lady Sif: "My dear, what on Midguard are you doing awake so early?" asks your wife, coming into the armoury. She comes up beside you, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you flinch away from her. "Y/N? What is wrong, my love?" She asks, concern on her face.

"Nothing Sif. I'm fine." you say, pulling your silver polish out of your tool belt, along with a shammy. You grab one of the swords off the wall and pour some polish onto your cloth and begin to rubs at a tarnished spot on the blade.

"No you're not. You flinched when I went to give you a kiss. Not once in the time we were courting and in our marriage have you ever flinched at my actions. So tell me, what is wrong?" she says, pulling the weapon in your hands away and placing it on the bench before moving to stand in front of you. She takes your hands in hers and looks down at you. "Y/N. Tell me what's wrong." she says as tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"I'm scared Sif. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you to battle. I need you. I- I just don't want to lose you to a mistake on the battle field." you whimper, sniffling slightly as you try to stop the tears that are beginning to flow.

"Oh Y/N. Come here my love. It's alright. I'm here. And when I'm not, I'm being careful on the battlefield. I promise you, I won't leave you in the way of death in battle. You're alright." says your wife, pulling you into her body. She hugs you close to her as you cry into her shoulder. When you finally manage to stop the tears and pull away from your wife, she stops you as you reach for the sword again. "You and I are both taking the day. One of the others will get to it. Leave it, love. Let's go back to our chambers and cuddle for a bit. Sound good?"

"But what about-?" she cuts you off with a peck of a kiss.

"No. Leave it. I'll have a kitchen maid bring us some food around lunch and again at dinner. Put the shammy away." she says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the armoury. Hastily you stuff the shammy cloth back into the pouch where it came from. When you reach your quarters, Sif closes the door and begins to undress you. When she begins to unlace your corset, you let out a deep, relieved breath. You let her strip you down to your bra and underwear before pulling away from her slightly. "You're alright, my love. I wasn't going to strip you naked, I just want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go lay down while I undress?" she suggests, pulling you against her gently. She presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head and you return them on her collarbones. You eventually pull away and go lay on your shared king sized bed. You watch as your wife begins to undress herself in front of you. "Do you like what you see, my love?" she teases, pulling her under shirt off to reveal her toned abdominal muscles and her breasts.

"You know I do, Sif. Now come cuddle me." you flirt back before demanding her physical affection. She smiles and climbs into bed with you.

"I'm here, my love. Do want to tell me what your nightmare was fully about?" she asks letting you cuddle into her, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Just a large battle. You dying. Lots of blood. You were dying very slowly, bleeding out from a deep dagger wound to the abdomen. It was right about here." you say, shifting yourself back wards and moving your hand to rest on the lower left side of her abdomen. You blush slightly as you realize where your hand is.

"Darling are you blushing? Just from touching my bare midriff?" Sif asks, glancing down at your face. You nod shyly. "Darling we have been married for over a thousand years! Adorable you are!" she says, pulling you tighter against herself.

Dr. Strange: You bolt upright in your bed and see the Cloak of Levitation floating right beside you. "I'm fine, Levi. Do not tell Stephen that I am awake. It's nothing but a little night-terror. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." you say to the fabric, using a strict voice. You listen carefully and hear absolute silence. "Stephen must be downstairs. I should be safe to hop in the shower then." You slip out of bed, and shove your feet into your slippers. Walking to your bathroom, you manage to not cause a single floorboard to creak under your feet. The New York Sanctum is eerily quiet. As you begin to apply the conditioner to your hair, there is a knock on the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" asks Stephens voice from outside the bathroom.

"For fucks sake." you mutter, rinsing your hands off in the stream of water. "Yes Steve! I'm fine! Just woke up a little early!" you call to him, lying through your teeth.

"No you didn't. You never 'just wake up early' Y/N. Don't lie to me." he says, opening the door and stepping inside. You roll your eyes as he leans against the counter top. "Tell me the truth, hon. Why are you awake three and a half hours before you usually are?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You turn towards him and glare through the fogged glass at him. "Glare all you like, sweetheart. I'm staying here until you answer my question." he says stubbornly.

"Stephen Vincent Strange. Get your ass out of the bathroom, right now. I had a nightmare. Nothing too bad but enough to wake me up. Now get out!" you say, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

"Alright. Alright. I love you." he calls as he leaves.

"I love you too, Steve." you smile at his retreating form before shutting the water off. You step out and wrap your torso in a towel before wiping your feet on the mat and returning to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and walk towards the walk in closet you share with your husband. grabbing some clothes you dry yourself off before dropping the towel to the floor. As you bend over to pull your underwear up your legs, you feel a large hand smack your ass and grab hold of it. "Steve. Now is not the time. The Avengers are visiting later this morning. We can't do this right now." you say, straightening up and pulling the thin cloth up your legs easily.

"Come on love. It won't take long, I promise." he says, groping your breast from behind, pressing his crotch to your ass.

"No Stephen. I love you, but we both know you can't keep it short. Later." you say, turning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before drawing away from him to continue dressing.

Carol Danvers: When Carol opens the door to your apartment, it's nearly three in the morning so she is very surprised to see you on the couch, wide awake. "Y/N? What are you doing up, my love?" she asks, shutting the door softly and dropping her duffel onto the wooden floor.

"Carol! You're home!" you say, a smile breaking out on your face. You get up to go give her a hug and kiss but you fall back onto the couch. That's when Carol gets a text message from Fury.

"Check on Agent Y/L/N. She's been unsteady at work recently and been drinking a lot more coffee and energy drinks." it reads. She nods before glancing back at you.

"Y/N? What's wrong my love? Fury says you haven't been normal recently. No sweetie, don't try and get up, I'll come to you." she says, tucking he phone back into her pocket before crossing the room to sit with you. When she sits next to you, you almost immediately slump into her and begin to shake. "Hey, Y/N, look at me please. Look at me baby. Oh, babes, you look so tired. So tired. Why haven't you been sleeping?" she coos, stroking your cheek.

"Nightmares. Been having nightmares. Why am I shaking?! Why can't I stop shaking?! What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop shaking Carol!?" you begin to panic, which makes your body shake harder.

"Baby, calm down. Take a deep breath for me. Take some deep breaths. Nick says your been drinking lots of coffee and energy drinks. How long has it been since you slept, baby? Do you know how long it's been?"

"Three days? Maybe four?" you say, still clearly panicking.

"Oh Y/N. You're not going in tomorrow. No, you’re staying here so I can take care of you. Let's go to bed, yeah?" she says, pressing light kisses to your forehead.

"No! No! I can't sleep! I'll have nightmares again!" you protest, but Carol's already picked you up into the cradle of her arms.

"You're fine baby. I'm here. I'll protect you. You're okay, my love." she says, kicking the bedroom door open with her foot. She easily carries you to the bed and gently sets you down. Quickly making work of your office button down, she tugs that off of your shoulders and arms. She then easily unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants. She pulls them off of your legs and tucks you into bed. Once you're snugly in place she undresses and grabs one of her night shirts to sleep in. Throwing that over her head, she joins you in the bed. "Come here baby. I've got you." she says, rubbing your back gently as you curl into her side.

~Time Skip~ *The Next Morning*

"Hey baby, good morning. How are you feeling my love?" says Carol as you roll onto your back and pry your eyes open a slit before throwing an arm over your face to block your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds.

"I feel like shit. I don't remember the last three days. When did you get home?" you ask after clearing your throat and pulling yourself into a sitting position.

"I got home last night, about three a.m. You didn't sleep for nearly four days and drank a fuck ton of caffiene. Thats why you remember nothing. Your little brain can't handle that much stimulant, baby girl." says Carol, pinching your cheek softly.

You groan at the uncomfortable feeling. "Carol... Stop that!" you whine, rolling towards your girlfriend and burying your face in her chest. "Wait! What time is it?!" you ask, bringing your wrist up to your face and checking the time. "Shit! I'm so screwed!" you begin to panic, trying to throw the blankets off of your body.

"Baby, relax. You've got the day off, courtesy of Nick and yours truly. Lay back and snuggle into bed again, beautiful. I'm going to pop around to my place and collect your favourite flerkin. Love you, baby girl."

"Yay! Goosie! Love you too, and thanks babe."

"No problem Y/N. I'll be back in twenty minutes and I had better find you in bed still, missy."

"Alright, I'll follow the Captians orders, unless there's a punishment to be dealt if I don't obey."

"No punishment this time baby. You need to rest. Not get your brains fucked out of you." She winks at you before collecting her clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. When she comes back out her hair is brushed through and styled. "See you in twenty minutes babes!" she calls, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind her with her key.

T’challa : "Good morning Shuri!" you call as you enter her lab.

"Good morning! You're awake earlier than normal Y/N. How are you?" she asks, smiling at you.

You return the grin before answering. "I'm tired from last night if you catch my drift. But it also doesn't help that I had a nightmare either. Hence why I'm up so early today. I couldn't get back to sleep after about half an hour of laying in bed so I gave up."

"Oh? That sucks, good thing my brother is a deep sleeper then. He won't be pleased if he finds out you had a nightmare and didn't wake him up, you know."

"Yes I know Shuri. Please don't tell him."

"Don't worry sister, I won't say a word to him. Join me for breakfast? The kitchen made muffins!" she says, offering you an arm.

"I would love to! I really love him, you know?" You agree and playfully slip an arm through hers and let her lead you down the hall towards the dining area.

"Oh I know. I can tell just by the way you look at my brother that you love him. You don't need to admit that to me, you should really tell him though. Because he loves you as well. He truly does."

When the pair of you enter the dining hall, you see her and T'Challa's mother sitting at the table. "Come to eat again, have you Shuri?" she teases, kissing your cheek as you sit beside her.

"You can never have enough of the muffins! They're so good!" she defends herself, grabbing another muffin from the tray. You scrunch your nose at the pair of women in the room with you. When you finish eating breakfast, you and Shuri return to her lab, you assisting her with some of the typing she has to do. "How do you type so fast Y/N?!"

"Because she was an author for a news paper, back in California, sister. She did a lot of typing in a day." says your fiancee, entering the lab. "Good morning my love." he croons, kissing your cheek causing your face to flush red.

#carol danvers #wanda and pietro #clint #bucky imagine #tony stark #lady sif #sam wilson #x reader oneshot #one shot #pepper potts #peter parker #natasha romanoff #loki (marvel)#thor #steve rogers #stephen strange #tchalla #bruce banner #x reader headcanons

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teddypines · 1 month

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Picture day, Cat One-shot

Third person pov.

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It was a quiet afternoon in the compound. Cat was asleep on one of the chairs in the common room. She was just a purrfect little loaf of cat.

As Cat was sleeping, Clint tried to sneak up to the cat. He has been trying to get a good picture of her for weeks. But every time he came close to getting one, Cat moved away. It was like Cat didn't want her picture taken.

Clint slowly walked to the chair, and the camera was ready to take the picture. He moved closer and closer to Cat. It looked like he would finally get the picture he wanted.

"Finally a good picture of our precious fur ball," Clint thought to himself as he was ready to take that picture.

Just as Clint was pressing the button, Thor walked into the common room. Loudly announcing his presence. This scared the poor Cat, who ran away. Leaving Clint with a blurred photograph of the precious cat.

"Damn it, Thor! You ruined my picture of Cat." Clint said as he turned to him. Thor just looked at Clint and said, "Sorry.". Thor then walked to the kitchen in search of Poptarts. Clint sighed and left the common room.

On his way out, Clint started thinking of a new plan to get a picture of Cat.

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Cat was hiding in the lab. She didn't want her picture taking. The camera always scared her. She doesn't know why, but it scared her so much. Cat knows that i would make Clint happy if he got her picture. She was just too scared to let him take it.

Tony looked up from his work as he saw the cat walking in. "Hey there, Cupcake." he greeted her. Cat answered him with a sad meow and walked over to Tony. "What's wrong, Cupcake?" Tony asked. "You know she can't answer that question, right?" Bruce responded.

"Just let me talk to the cat, Bruce! I also know for a fact that you talk to her too." Tony answered back. Bruce sighed and rolled his eyes in defeat and went back to his work.

Tony tried talking to Cat, but that obviously didn’t work, so he asked FRIDAY to get Loki or Wanda to come to the lab. After about 5 minutes, both Wanda and Loki walked in.

"What do you want, Stark?" Loki asked. "Good to see you too Reindeergames. I need one of you to translate for me." Tony said to them. He picked Cat up and placed he on the workbench. "Alright, Cupcake, why are you sad?" He questions Cat. Cat meowed in response, but before Wanda could translate. Clint ran into the lab.

"Guy's, have you seen Cat?? I have been looking for her, but I can't find her anywhere."

"Yeah, she's right here. She was just about to tell us something." Wanda said. "Alright, go on. I'll wait." Wanda turned back to Cat, and Cat repeated what she said earlier. "Cat said that Clint wants to take a picture of her, and she wants to make Clint happy but is too scared of the camera to let him take a picture." Wanda told everyone.

Everyone was quiet for a bit before loki said, "Wel Clint, why do you want a picture of Cat?" Loki asked. "So I can show Cat to the kids when I get home." He answered.

"You can just bring them to the compound if you want them to see Cat." Bruce commented from across the room. Clint looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. Everyone else just laughed at Bruce's comment.

"We could always ask a professional to take her picture." Tony suggested. He looked at Cat to see what she thought of the idea, Cat meowed a few times and looked happy. Loki translated this time, telling everyone that Cat was willing to try it. Tony immediately booked an appointment with a professional animal photographer.

《 time skip. 2 days into the future 》

Today, the professional photographer came to the compound. Everything seemed to be going well until Cat came running from outside scared and trying to hide behind Bucky.

Bucky was trying to comfort Cat when Terry, the photographer, came inside. "Is Cat here? She ran away when the automatic flash light went off."

"It's alright doll the camera won't hurt you." Bucky tried to get Cat out of hiding. Cat looked from behind Bucky at the camera. She meowed at it and Terry. "She will only come out if the flash monster stays away." Loki told Terry. "Oh, yeah, I can turn the automatic flash off. That should make her less afraid "

"Wait, you can turn the flashlight off?!" Cint asked, confused. "Yeah, you didn't know that?" Terry sat even more confused. "No. No, I did not know that." Clint admitted. "So I spent a lot of money on this just to learn that you had to turn off the flashlight!" Tony said, a bit irritated. "Sorry Tony, I didn't know."

After that, the photoshoot went really well, Terry made a lot of cute photos, and Tony, of course, purchased every single one of them. So everyone in the compound could see the cute cat.

At the end of the day, Cat was lying on Clint's lap. She meowed at him and looked happy. She wasn't afraid anymore, and Clint finally got the picture he wanted. Both happy and tired, they fell asleep on the couch.

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A/N: Hi, thanks for reading my story. :) This is my first story, and im kind of new to this, so feedback is welcome. Just don't be too harsh.

If the characters are off character, i'm sorry about that. Also, English is not my first language, so mind the grammar errors. The story is on wattpad too, but not as clean.

Okay, that was it, bye.

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fallingintoyourlilaceyes · 10 months

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Marvel cinematic universe Masterlist

Bruce Banner

Steve Rogers

Clint Barton

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes

Phil Coulson

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literaryavenger · 4 months

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Love Is A Battlefield

Summary: Bucky gets hurt during a mission and you can't help but blame yourself.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language cause why not. Mentions of Bucky's past. Injuries. Overprotective reader. Description of violence. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: This was inspired by this post and a dream I had lol. I couldn't help but start writing and this is what came out. Enjoy.

Masterlist

"Who the fuck do you think you’re calling a bitch, you ass?" you sneer at the guy to your left right before kicking him in the stomach and then bringing his head down on your knee when he doubles over, effectively knocking him out.

"Language!" you hear in you earpiece and roll your eyes.

"Why don’t you shut the fuck up, Rogers." you tell him while making your way through the corridor, taking Hydra agents down as you go.

"Can’t you do this without cursing so much?!" he sounds more exasperated at you than at the agents he’s supposed to keep distracted outside.

"Can’t you stop bitching in my ear? I’m a little busy here!" all he answers with is a groan and you know you won this round.

You hear Sam crackling before he says "1-0 to Y/N." which makes you laugh.

"Thanks, Sammy."

"Anytime, baby." you roll your eyes at his nickname, the small distraction allowing an agent to get too close to you and you feel a sharp pain in your forearm and almost drop your gun.

"Shit!" you hiss at the pain and zero in on the idiot that cut you.

You can hear the concerned voices in your ear, but don’t allow yourself to get distracted again as you take care of the last few agents on your side of the building.

"Y/N, are you okay? What’s happening? Can someone get to her?" you hear Bucky’s voice for the first time since the mission started and you can’t help the warm feeling it brings, the concern in his voice making you answer almost immediately.

"Just give me a minute!" you say as you battle the last guy standing.

Once you’ve successfully knocked him out, you take a second to breathe before addressing the voices still coming to your ear while you make your way through the maze of corridors in this Hydra base.

"I’m okay guys, but apparently all these people have some sort of collective knife kink." you say and you can hear Steve’s annoyed groan and the rest of the team’s laughter as you check out your cut. Not too deep, you think to yourself.

You think you hear a relieved sigh between the laughter, but almost instantly forget about it as you finally come to the door you’ve been looking for.

"Clint, status?" you ask him since he’s on the roof, being the eyes on the whole operation.

"Everyone’s thoroughly distracted out here." he answers.

"Good. James, Sam, are you done with the explosives?" you can hear Sam grunting as you enter the room, locating the computer you need and turning it on.

"Just a second!" Sam says, you hear a couple of punches landing and then "Done. This place is ready to blow as soon as you have the files."

"And hurry, we can’t hold them off forever." Steve adds.

"Inserting the USB now, I need at least 5 minutes for the download to finish. Friday, remember to copy Hill at Shield HQ and to save the files in the Avengers private server." you tell the AI as you make your way through the office, grabbing files that seem important as the digital ones download.

"Really? Why the private server?" Steve asks between punches.

"Because, Captain Dumbass, these files could contain sensitive information about one of our own. We have to be careful with them." you say while still looking through the cabinets of papers.

"Do you have to be so mean to me?" he almost whines.

"Hey, it’s your best friend that I’m looking out for." you say almost laughing.

"Yeah, I’m sure it’s me you’re doing this for." You can basically hear the smirk in Steve’s voice but before you can answer, Natasha cuts in.

"Are you two done bickering?" she says annoyed.

"Oh no, please, let them keep going, this is so entertaining." Tony comments, but you get distracted from the conversation when you find a black box in one of the desk drawers that was previously locked, you open it and can’t help the gasp that escapes you. Bucky’s dog tags.

"Guys… do we have to blow up this base?" you ask, quieter than you’d like, leaving everyone else confused. Between all of the “what”s you hear Steve say your name.

"You know the drill, we download the digital files, save as much of the paper ones as we can and then blow the building up. This one’s no different." he tells you, but you can’t help but disagree.

"I think it is…" you can hear them asking you to explain, so you do, trying to find the right way to say this "I think… I think this is the first base they took James to." you say, still talking quietly but loud enough for them to hear.

The comms go silent, everyone processing what you just say, only the sound of battling going on, but you’re only worried about one person.

"James?"

Nothing.

"James, are you okay?" you can’t help but worry, his silence snapping you out of the trance you were in, you close the box you were still staring at and put it safely in your pocket, your hand going to your ear instinctively.

"Bucky?!" He still doesn’t answer.

You hear a bip behind you and Friday lets you know the download is complete, you take the drive and make your way out, your worry only increasing with every step.

"Does anyone have eyes on Barnes?" you ask the rest of the team.

"Oh no." Clint says, and you stop immediately, your heart beating out of your chest.

"What?! You can’t just say ‘oh no’ and not elaborate, Barton!" your mind is going into overdrive, not knowing what to expect.

"I have eyes on him, but you’re not gonna like it."

"What do you mean, Clint?! just say it!" this time Steve is the one to snap at him.

"He’s getting surrounded, it looks like he’s passed out." you swear you can actually feel your heart stopping.

"Can anybody get to him?" you say desperately.

"He’s got maybe 2 minutes before he’s surrounded, everybody’s too far or too busy." yeah, Clint’s really not giving you any good news today.

"Can’t you help him out?!" you almost yell at him.

"Not without hurting him, there are just too many!" he sounds more worried with every word and you know it’s bad. "Technically you’re the closest." He informs you and you frown.

"What do you mean, technically?" You look out the window of the corridor you found yourself in, looking towards the roof and find Clint already looking down at you while he speaks without stopping his aid of the others with his arrows.

"The second window to your left. He’s right under it." you go to said window and try to open it, but it’s closed shut.

"These windows are bulletproof, Clint can you break it somehow?"

"I can, but you could get hu-"

"Just do it!" you yell, cutting him off.

You can see him aim an arrow to the window, it hits its target and you can hear Clint counting down from 3 before it shatters.

You take no time to be careful of the glass as you take a little disk from your belt and press the button while pointing it at the ground.

A rope shoots out of it and anchors to the floor and, while attaching the other end to the back of your suit, you make a mental note to thank Tony for always updating your tactical suits with new useful gadgets.

You leap out the window, landing with your feet on the wall, basically running down on it as you take out your guns and start shooting down at the now dumbfounded agents.

Before they can even figure out where the shooting is coming from, you're on the ground next to Bucky, cutting the rope with a knife, then stabbing the agent closest to you.

You’re punching, kicking and shooting, trying your best not to get too far away from Bucky, basically shielding him with your body.

You hear a faint ‘holy shit’ from Clint and the other’s voices come through but you can’t follow the conversation, your whole focus on keeping Bucky safe.

You stray a little too far away from him as you do the take down move Natasha taught you on one of the agents, your legs around his neck as you bring him down to the ground.

When you turn around you see one guy getting dangerously close to Bucky’s unconscious body and you feel a sudden burst of possessiveness throughout your own body.

"He’s mine." you basically growl, taking a knife from the body of the guy you just took down and throwing it.

It lodges perfectly in his throat and he goes down right away, blood pouring out of him. You have no time to be disgusted as you keep taking down agents and, one after the other, they all drop.

The second the last one touches the ground, you're kneeling down next to Bucky.

"Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please don't be dead..." you keep repeating, looking for the button on his tactical suit that monitors his health. Again, thanks Tony. You find it and press it "Friday, vitals."

"Heartbeat detected." the AI says and you immediately let out a breath of relief, not even knowing when you started holding your breath. "Head injury detected, possible concussion. Various cuts throughout his body. No other injuries detected."

It could be worse.

You give yourself a second to breathe while looking at Bucky, then talk into your comm, not taking your eyes off of him.

"Ok, guys, uhm... Bucky’s ass may be cute but it’s heavy. I’m gonna need a hand here." you hear some snickers and then Clint’s voice. "Cap and Sam are on their way."

You’re still looking at Bucky, almost worried that the second you take your eyes off of him his heartbeat is gonna stop, when you hear footsteps behind you and, almost automatically, you grab a knife next to your foot and throw it.

You hear it before you see it, the metal of the knife hitting Cap’s shield before he lowers it and, his face shocked and glad for his fast reflexes, he says "Relax, it’s just us."

"Sorry, I’m a little jumpy."

"Gee, wonder why." Sam says sarcastically as you turn back to Bucky.

"Just take James to the jet, Sam."

"Why do I have to carry his ass?" he whines like a child.

"Because you can fly, birdbrain, you’ll get there before we make it to the front gate." you’re almost irritated at this point, but when you turn to the duo and Sam gives you an unimpressed look, you sigh and try to calm down.

"Sorry, just… take him to safety. Please." Your voice is soft now, Bucky’s well-being the only thing on your mind. Sam picks up on your concern and gets serious, moving towards Bucky to pick him up.

"I’ll take him to the jet. See you guys there." and with that, he takes off.

You watch him go for a second before you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning around to see Steve’s equally concerned face.

"Relax, you heard Friday, he’s gonna be fine. Even if he does have a concussion the serum will heal him in an instant." you know he's right, thanks to the serum his bones heal overnight, a concussion is nothing.

But still, you can’t help the worry you feel.

"I’ll relax when he’s awake and I can see he’s fine." he’s about to say something back when you hear Tony’s voice in your ear.

"If you two are done making out about it, we really should be getting out of here." you roll your eyes and smile a little at the pink color Steve’s cheeks were turning while you start making your way to the front courtyard of the base where Natasha and Tony are still holding off the remaining Hydra agents that just seemed to keep coming.

The second he sees you both giving them a hand, Tony takes off towards the roof. "Incoming, Robin Hood, get ready for take off."

This is your cue to get to the jet, Steve, Natasha and you making your way to the front gate while still fighting, the remaining agents scrambling away the second the explosions inside the building start.

You all get to the jet and, after making sure everyone’s inside, Steve turns to Clint. "Take us home, Barton." he merely nods and makes his way to the pilot's seat, immediately taking off.

You make a beeline to where Bucky’s lying on a gurney, still unconscious.

"How is he?" you ask Bruce without taking your eyes away from the super soldier’s face.

"He’s okay, his cuts are already starting to heal themselves, so should be his head injury. He should wake up maybe within the hour, two tops." you nod and make your way to the chair beside his bed, taking his right hand in both of yours.

You don’t know why you do that, now that you think about it you’ve probably not even touched Bucky in general more than a handful of times.

You’re not the closest of friends, you work well together in the field and get along outside of it, you hang out in group settings such as game and movie nights, team trainings and the team-building outings Tony forces everybody to go on, but that’s about it.

The lack of one on one interactions, though, didn’t help you escape your growing crush for the long-haired super soldier. You just can’t help the warm feeling you get every time he’s even in the same room, let alone when he looks at you.

You can hide it when you’re in mission mode, always being professional, but the second it happens in a normal setting like the living room or the kitchen or the gym you turn into a flustered schoolgirl, stumbling over your words and blushing every time you have his attention.

You’ve convinced yourself he doesn’t notice, if he has he hasn’t said anything, but for your own piece of mind you pretend he just doesn’t.

Sometimes it seems like he does it on purpose, though. He’d get close enough that you can smell his cologne and basically feel his body heat.

Sometimes his hands hover on your waist while he passes by you, never actually touching you but just close enough to make you almost pass out at the feeling.

And you can swear you can see a smirk on his face, but it always disappears so fast it’s just easier to convince yourself you’re imagining it.

He would have the most innocent face while asking you if something’s wrong, and all you can answer with is a small ‘I’m fine’ before basically running away, never once seeing the smug look on his face at the flustered state only he manages to put you in.

You’re brought out of your head by Steve’s hand on your shoulder, again, as he says "he’s gonna be fine."

"It’s my fault…" you say quietly, ignoring his attempt at comforting you.

"It’s not y-" you interrupt him before he can even finish.

"Yes, it is. I distracted him." You say firmly before your voice softens. "They were so close to getting him, Steve..."

You can’t take your eyes off of Bucky, almost willing him to wake up, so you could apologize. "Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if they got to him? What they could’ve done to him…" you trail off, not wanting to voice all the possibilities out loud.

Of course you know Steve knows. He worries more than you for Bucky, his best friend, basically his brother, the only family he has left from his past life.

But Steve is having none of it.

"You wanna play the blame game? He wasn’t even supposed to be on this mission, but I couldn’t stop him. He knew what it entailed, he knew it was a base full of hydra agents, but he didn’t back down because it was the right thing to do. He wants to do good and help us take down Hydra for good, he knows the risks but it was his choice. You can’t take that on you." Logically you know he's annoyingly right, again, but looking at Bucky laying motionless you can’t help the guilt that creeps up on you.

"Friday," you say quietly, ignoring Steve’s confused look "play the footage of Bucky before he passed out coupled with the audio from our comms."

The hologram on the table in the middle of the jet lights up and Bucky’s figure can be seen fighting, then you can hear your own voice telling your theory to the group and Bucky halts for a second, he almost gets punched but avoids it at the last second, hitting the guy with his metal arm.

Steve turns to you with a smug look, knowing he was right, but you raise your hand before he can say anything and keep watching.

You see Bucky fighting and hear yourself calling his name and you can see his eyes rolling when you call him James. He’s asked you countless times to call him Bucky, but you always refuse, not sure why.

All you know it’s that it kind of annoys him but in a different way than when Sam or Peter annoy him, you can tell he’s not actually upset, it’s kind of your own little thing with him seeing as he doesn’t allow anyone else call him by his first name.

You can see Bucky still fighting and ignoring you, but when he hears you call him “Bucky” for the first time he stops, right as an agent is throwing a punch.

You see Bucky get hit in the jaw, stumble and fall, his head hitting the wall behind him pretty hard. He doesn’t get up, but you see the last agent standing get taken out by an arrow, Clint you assume.

You can hear your alarmed conversation with Clint as more agents slowly creep up on Bucky, probably being cautious, worried he could wake up any second, then there’s the sound of bullets flying and agents getting hit.

Suddenly you’re there.

You take your eyes off the screen, about to tell Steve that even he can’t deny now that it was your fault, but the whole team's attention was on the footage of you mercilessly taking out man after man, even Clint’s there watching after putting the jet on autopilot.

The look on your face frightening to the point where you almost don’t recognize yourself.

You don’t want to relive the moment, so you shift your attention back on Bucky, your hands still holding onto his.

You can hear Clint’s “holy shit” and then your “he’ mine” and you feel yourself heat up at the possessiveness in your voice.

The video gets paused and you can hear Tony asking "what the fuck was that?" his voice clearly amused, and you know what he’s asking you.

Before you can answer though, you feel Bucky’s hand squeeze yours softly, your eyes snaps down to it and then to his face while getting up from your chair.

He’s mumbling something that sounds very similar to your name but his eyes are still closed.

"James?" he slowly opens his eyes and they instantly find yours, a smile forming on his face that you can’t but mirror.

"How do you feel, Buck?" Steve asks him from beside you.

"Like I got hit really hard in the head." he groans while he tries to sit up, his hand still holding onto yours while you help him.

"Take it easy," Bruce tells him while stopping next to him on his other side "you probably don’t have a concussion, but I’d put some ice on your head to help with the headache."

"I’ll get it." you let go of Bucky, and walk to the mini freezer to get the ice pack.

Bucky takes a moment to look around him, his eyes landing on the screen where you’re frozen mid-fight.

"Friday, unpause the video." he says, curiosity taking over.

He watches you fight, protecting him with your life and he swears he’s never been more in awe in his life. He sees you get on your knees next to him and hears your whispers, praying for him to be okay, over and over.

He sees the relief in your face when Friday tells you he’s alive and he hears you call his ass “cute” as you ask the others for help, making him smile again.

"Friday, stop the footage." you say, ice in your hands but maintaining a safe distance from Bucky, embarrassed that he saw how worried you were for him.

You stand there in silence for a second while Bucky turns to look at you, the smirk on his face definitely real. You blush, cursing your body for how it reacts to his gaze, while Steve clears his throat.

"Why don’t we give you guys a minute..." he ushers everyone to the front of the jet, almost having to wrestle Tony to take him away from what he called 'his new favorite show'.

Bucky extends his right hand for you to take and you do as you get closer, your left hand going to carefully place the ice on the back of his head.

He hisses a little at the contact and you wince, giving him an apologetic smile, but his eyes never leave yours and his hand squeezes yours, letting you know he’s okay.

"I’m sorry." That's all you can say and, whatever you were expecting him to answer, it was definitely not what he says next.

"You should be." you bite your lip to stop it from trembling, your emotions getting the best of you and your guilt only growing, but he keeps going, "You distracted me. You’ve never said my name before, and it was the sweetest sound to ever come out of your mouth. Shame on you for keeping it from me for so long, doll."

He brings you closer to him, taking your hand in his left, his right going around your waist as he rests his chin on your stomach while looking up at you, your left hand still holding the ice to the back of his head.

You giggle at the puppy look he’s giving you, trying to resist the urge of leaning down and kissing him.

"Smooth, Barnes." he laughs with you, before growing more serious.

"You looked really worried." you feel your emotions bubbling up again.

"I was…" you say, your voice small "I’m sorry you got hurt because of me" you're basically whispering, afraid that if you raise your voice any louder the tears you’d been trying so hard to hold off will start falling.

"It’s not your fault, doll." before you can protest, he keeps going "and I’m fine. We’re all fine. I just took a little nap."

You roll your eyes at his attempt at a joke but can’t hide the smile starting to form on your face while he gives you a grin of his own.

You're so lost in his eyes that you almost forget about the reason all of this happened.

You let go of his hand and he gives you a confused look with a slight pout on his lips that just makes you smile more.

"Bucky," you start, taking the little box out of your pocket, but he interrupts you with an exaggerated gasp.

"Are you asking me to marry you, doll? Because, don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered, but maybe we should go on a date first." you can't help but laugh as you gave him a little shove, careful not to hurt him more.

"I’m not asking you to marry me, you jackass." you get more serious as you look at the box in your hand.

You don’t even realize you're biting your lip until Bucky reaches up and tugs it out. You look back at him and feel weirdly nervous, not knowing how he'll react.

"I found this at the base, and I’m pretty sure it belongs to you" you laugh a little out of nerves as he lets go of you to take the box and opens it.

He lets out a real gasp this time, fishing out the tags and holding them in his flesh hand, his face unreadable.

He looks back up at you and for a second your brain goes to the worst case scenario in which there's a lot of blood and screaming, but that image is quickly forgotten as Bucky gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.

He places his hands behind your thighs and effortlessly moves you to straddle him, his movements so fast that you drop the ice pack out of surprise, but you don’t have time to do much as Bucky starts peppering kisses all over your face.

Your surprise turns into giggles and he slowly stops his assault, the smile never living his face, the look on his eyes that of pure adoration. "Thank you, doll… You don’t know what this means to me."

You don’t know if you’re imagining it, but you think Bucky’s starting to lean up and you think he’s about to kiss you when you hear a whistle followed by a slapping sound and an “ow”.

You both turn towards the sound to find the whole team looking at you two, Steve has a smirk on his face, Tony’s next to him, rubbing the back of his head and the rest of them are snickering.

"Seriously?!" your irritation does nothing to hide your blush, Bucky’s own embarrassment clear as he hides his face in your chest.

"What? Capsicle said a minute, we gave you a minute!" Tony said, earning another slap on the back of his head from Steve.

"Just go away!" you say laughing and they all go back to the front of the jet but you can hear their little laughs while they whisper, making you roll your eyes before looking down at Bucky who’s already looking up at you.

"Can you do me a favor, doll?" he asks you and you nod.

"Anything."

"I’d hate to lose these. Hold on to them for me?" he says, holding up his dog tags.

"Are you sure?" you ask uncertainly as he puts them around your neck.

"I’m more than sure." he says while looking at them on your chest and then looking back into your eyes, his smile impossibly big and you’re sure yours looks the same.

He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer and you wrap one arm around his neck, your other hand going to play with the tags around your neck. You’re looking down at them when Bucky speaks again.

"So," He starts, his smile becoming a teasing smirk. "you think my ass is cute, huh?"

You groan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck while he laughs at your reaction.

You can hear the others laughing too and can’t help the laugh that comes out of you, more sure now than ever that everything is gonna be okay.

#bucky barnes #avengers x reader #sam wilson #bucky barnes x you #bruce banner #steve rogers #clint barton #tony stark #marvel fanfiction #natasha romanoff #avengers x platonic!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes oneshot

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alies22 · 9 months

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A few Brutasha one shots i wrote

Almost a year

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47852755

Bruce and Natasha are completing a year of dating, she didn't think they would do anything since the relationship is still secret and she's not one to celebrate dates like that, but Bruce makes a little surprise.

They dont know we know

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47878504

Tony Stark catches Bruce and Natasha, figuring out that they were in a relationship for a long time and kept in secret. He decides to tell everyone and go spy the couple.

Tony’s worst ideia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47900359

Everyone knows that Natasha and Bruce have an affair. Tony gets drunk and has a terrible idea to help them assume it.

It's the worst idea he ever had.

Pets, Kids, and Love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48531652

Years after Bruce and Natasha broke up, some events and coincidences put them in each other's life once again.

Will they overcome the past and get back together? Or is it all over?

#brutasha #fanfic #oneshot #one shot #hulkwidow #brucenat #bruce x natasha #bruce banner x natasha romanoff #bruce banner #natasha romanov #romance #fluff #angst #ao3

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kazzy-boo-baby · 1 month

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CG! Natasha and Bucky won the last round, let's get ready to pick the next one! 🩷

#agere #mcu #age regression #marvel #sfw agere #agere caregiver #sfw #bucky barnes #loki laufeyson #tony stark #thor odinson #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #y/n #oneshot

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thefiery-phoenix · 14 hours

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YANDERE BRUCE BANNER HEADCANONS

He's a complex person so I wish you all the best for dealing with him here. He has the emotional range of a literal freaking OCEAN ngl....

He'd be obsessed with you after getting to know you since not many people would be that comfortable and chill while hanging around him. You could calm him down when he was in his angry Hulk form and that's what made you unique and special. You weren't scared of him like most people and he's grateful and thankful for that. He doesn't get enough love considering the fact that people view him as a monster of some sort. Although he might seem violent and aggressive, he the complete OPPOSITE when it comes to you

He'll treat you with the most gentlest of care like a delicate precious flower

He's also extremely smart and he can be quite good at manipulating people too. He can read you like a book no matter how much you try concealing things from him. He has Phds for a reason and man will NOT hesitate to put them to good use. He likes your innocent personality, you look so cute and adorable to him when you just look confused he just wants to drop whatever he's doing and hold you and cuddle you

If Tony tries flirting with you Bruce will just raise his eyebrows in a questioning manner at him and try telling him that he likes you and if he could please back TF off. Well they ARE good friends so he won't go all Hulk and try killing him. YET. If he continues to do so he'll be having a little 'talk' with him this time in his HULK form and you KNOW things won't end well when he transforms into Hulk

He will get easily flustered and become a blushing tomato when you compliment him on something. In conclusion, he really loves you and isn't afraid to show the world HOW much he loves you

#yandere bruce banner #yandere bruce banner x reader #yandere bruce banner scenarios #yandere bruce banner oneshots #yandere bruce banner imagines #yandere bruce banner headcanons #yandere hulk #yandere hulk x reader #yandere hulk headcanons #yandere marvel characters oneshots #yandere marvel characters x reader #yandere marvel characters #yandere marvel x reader #yandere avengers headcanons #yandere avengers imagines #yandere avengers x reader #yandere avengers #dark avengers oneshots

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akariamai · 11 months

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Mission

Part 1, Part 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x android!reader

Word Count: 1438

Steve, lost in his thoughts, persistently punched the boxing equipment set up within the gymnasium. You, in an attempt to aid Steve in adapting to the modern world, proposed a daily regimen. Mirror a facet of his old life while incorporating education, social interaction, technology familiarization, culture exposure, and self-reflection. You handled Steve’s circumstances with care. It was a delicate situation. While he slept, you thoroughly and extensively searched through scientific journals and articles to be able to assist him to the best of your ability.

The doors of the gymnasium swung open, capturing your attention without disrupting Steve. He remained immersed in contemplation. You observed the individual meticulously. The man wore a black eyepatch over his left eye and a black leather trench coat. Head of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division (S.H.I.E.L.D), Nick Fury, tracked Steve’s movements as sand spilled onto the floor.

Steve took a few breathers, reveling in his convoluted feelings, before carrying and hooking another bag. He soon began to punch the bag.

“Trouble sleeping?”

“I slept for seventy years, sir. I think I’ve had my fill.” Steve did not let Fury’s intrusion interrupt his drill nor did you see it fit to interrupt their conversation. Social interaction was important, and Steve was lacking in that department anyhow.

“Then you should be out, celebrating, seeing the world.”

Steve stops punching and walks over to the bench, unraveling the tape off his hands. He sits down, “I went under, the world was at war, I wake up, they say we won. They didn’t say what we lost.”

“We’ve made some mistakes along the way. Some very recently.”

“You here with a mission, sir?”

“I am.” Fury gives you an unfamiliar look before directing the conversation towards you, “Turn off MODEL AX400.”

“I am sorry Director Fury; I only respond to Captain Rogers.”

“Steve.” He corrected you, “And [Reader] will not be turned off. Anywhere I go, they go as well.” Steve refused to refer to you as a machine or a thing. To him, you were a person without the need to eat, sleep, and breathe. You had your own thoughts; therefore, allowing yourself to make choices for yourself. You did not think he understood how your programming worked, however, it was on one of the schedules for your technology familiarization course.

“Captain Rogers, I think it would be in the best interest of the government if...” Fury tried to find the appropriate language to direct the conversation towards national security, “unauthorized technology didn’t get their hands on highly classified documents. I’d rather these files not get into the hands of enemies if MODEL AX400 was to be captured or reprogrammed.”

Steve ignored Fury’s suggestion and proceeded to browse through the files of Hydra’s projects. “Hydra’s secret weapon.”

Fury sighed knowing he had lost, “Howard Stark fished that out of the ocean when he was looking for you. He thought what we think, the Tesseract could be the key to unlimited sustainable energy. That’s something the world solely needs.”

“Who took it from you?”

“He’s called Loki. He’s not from around here. There’s a lot we’ll have to bring you up to speed on if you’re in. The world has gotten even stranger than you already know.”

Steve felt he knew how strange the world as become. His caretaker looked human but was made from wires. Your skin and mannerisms felt real but were constructed to perform to perfection. How stranger could the world have become? “At this point, I doubt anything would surprise me.”

“Ten bucks says you’re wrong. There’s a debriefing package waiting for you back at your apartment. Keep it away from MODEL AX400.” As Steve readies to leave, you gather the rest of his things. You hand him his water bottle as you both begin to head out. “Is there anything you can tell us about the Tesseract that we ought to know now?”

“You should have left it in the ocean.”

As Steve spent the rest of the day reviewing the debriefing package at the apartment, you began to make a hearty meal for him in preparation for the mission. He needed to regain the calories he spent plunging all of his energy into the gym equipment. Usually, you would teach him a new recipe as it has become routine for the two of you to cook together. You understood that he was busy working.

While Steve did not agree with Fury’s statement about you, he still kept the files away. Not like he really tried, you understood. You could not defy him even if you wanted to. “Do you want me to prepare for a prolong leave, Captain Rogers?”

“Steve,” He corrected you once again, “And yes, it would be greatly appreciated. I’m sorry, we couldn’t continue our usual schedule.” It felt wrong of him to disrupt the routine the two of you have established. He didn’t know he would get a mission so soon after his rescue. He thought he would have more time adjusting to the modern world.

You gave him what seemed to be a tender smile, “No apologies needed. It will be moved towards another time.” You went back to stirring before moving around the apartment. You had made it warmer and more personalized. Before it was cold with the walls bare and nothing to signify a person was truly living in it.

The next day Steve and you were transferred to one of SHIELD’s quinjets. As soon it landed on top of the runway, the two of you and Agent Coulson walked down the ramp. The man was obviously starstruck the entire way, blatantly staring at Steve with heart eyes and awe, but not speaking a world towards him.

“Agent Romanoff. Captain Rogers.”

“Ma’am?”

“Hi.” Her attention mildly glanced in your direction for a moment before it turned towards Coulson, “They need you on the bridge. Face time.”

“See you there.” Coulson walked away, leaving Steve and yourself with the assassin.

“There was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice. I thought Coulson was gonna swoon. Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?”

Steve was rather confused, “Trading cards?”

“They’re vintage, he’s very proud.”

You noticed a man walking towards the three of you, fidgeting due to his nervousness, maneuvering around people as they block his way. Steve notices him as well, “Dr. Banner.” They shake hands.

“Oh, yeah. Hi. They told me you’d be coming.” Bruce noticed you in the background of Steve and Agent Romanoff “Who’s this?”

“This is [Reader], they were assigned to help me adjust.” Steve mentioned.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He gave you a timid smile, a smile you returned.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Dr. Banner. I found your research to be fascinating.” You had come across his available roster of scientific journals and research upon searching for topics to bring up in your refresher course for Steve. While you would not go in-depth, unless Steve wanted to, you thought reviewing the basics would be beneficial for him.

“Word is you can find the cube.” Steve interjected.

“Is that the only word on me?”

“Only word I care about.”

Dr. Banner takes in the sentiment, “Must be strange for you, all of this.”

“Well, this is actually kind of familiar.”

“Gentlemen, you may wanna step inside in a minute. It’s gonna get a little hard to breath.” The runway begins to shake, puzzling the two men.

“Is this a submarine?”

“Really?” Dr. Banner questioned, “They want me in a submerged pressurized metal container?” All four of you moved towards the edge of the ‘runway’ and saw four large lift fans mount on the sides as it is lifted into the air. Steve is mesmerized by the technology.

“Oh, no. This is much worse.”

Steve, Banner and you walked through the gleaming bridge of the helicarrier.

“Gentlemen.” Steve silently handed Fury 10 bucks as he was indeed surprised. Fury walked towards Dr. Banner, extending his hand, hoping the doctor would shake it. “Doctor, thank you for coming.”

“Thanks for asking nicely. So, uh...” Banner questioned, “how long am I staying?”

“Captain Rogers, why don’t you leave your machine elsewhere while we discuss this privately.” This caused Banner to silently question the man as there was no machine Steve was with.

“[Reader] why don’t you go sit down while we address the details of the mission.” Steve gently stated. He did not want to argue with Fury in front of another.

“Of course, Captain Rogers.” You nodded, “Let me know if I can help in any way.”

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