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solitaryearthperson · 7 months

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A Misunderstanding

Summary: Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

"Where's (Y/N)," Bruce asked, his eyes not lifting up from the beaker in front of him as he continued to pour more chemicals in.

"They're getting us coffee. Be here any minute," Tony replied, sitting in a seat not far away from Bruce's table, but still on his side of the lab, casually picking up a vial to play with.

"They're our assistant, not servant," Bruce told him, lifting his gaze and instantly furrowing his brow at seeing the vial in Tony's hands. "Put that back, please."

"I'll put it back, when I have my coffee," Tony told him, to which Bruce rolled his eyes, expecting Tony to be his usual difficult self, even when it's early in the morning.

The sound of the lab doors opening made both geniuses turn to see you entering, holding in both hands, cups of coffee, each one specifically made for them both. "Brought the coffee you wanted."

As Tony quickly grabbed his coffee, offering a quick 'thank you' before putting the vial back in its place, Bruce watched you carefully. He had a suspicion about you from the moment you began working in the lab with them and he wanted to confirm it to Tony.

"Hey (Y/N)," he said, watching your face and examining your body language closely. The second your name came out of his mouth, your body slightly jumped. He darted his eyes over to Tony to see if he was watching, and was quickly satisfied to find that he was.

"Could you just sit mine down, please?" He pointed to a far spot on the table.

He noticed the big gulp you made before nodding your head and making your way to his table and sitting down the coffee cup.

He pretended to pay close attention to the beaker, but really he slightly moved his eyes to your hand as you sat the coffee down and noticed the third sign that his suspicions about you were correct. Even though you tried to hide it, he could clearly see your hand slightly trembling. The fourth sign was revealed to him at the same time as he noticed that the hair on your arm was raised, as if in alarm. Every single time, he thought.

"Hey (Y/N), could you go upstairs, and tell Cap to come down here," Tony asked you, opening a drawer in his desk. "I wanna test something on his shield."

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark," You said, before leaving to do as directed, and Bruce couldn't help but notice the way you left was very quickly, almost as if you were hurrying out to get away from him.

When the sound of the lab doors closing behind you was heard that's when Bruce decided to speak up.

"You saw it, right," He asked Tony.

"Saw what?"

"Literally everything they just did," Bruce said, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table before walking over to Tony's side of the lab, and leaned against his desk. "The jumping, trembling, and even the way they hurried out of here just now."

"What does any of that mean, exactly?"

Sighing, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, already knowing this might be difficult to speak with him about. "They're scare of me."

Tony tried to prevent the grin that wanted to appear and kept his face neutral as he responded, "Scared of you?"

"Yes. I know it."

"And why would they be so scared of you? You haven't hulked out in a while. They've only seen you in your nerdy, scientist attire, not as a green monster. There's no reason to be scared."

"We know why they're scared. Doesn't matter if I've hulked out or not. I'm still dangerous."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Tony sighed knowing that Bruce still wasn't sure of himself being on the team or being in such close proximity to any of them. "Banner, I'm gonna be as honest as I can with you," he said, stepping towards him, and putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You are literally the softest person ever."

"Tony," Bruce tried to interrupt him.

"You're basically a teddy bear with glasses. Nothing about you besides Hulk is dangerous, okay?"

Shaking his head, Bruce tried to ignore the growing frustration he was feeling. He didn't know why it bothered him so bad, but it did. Well, that was technically a lie. He knew why it bothered him, but he hoped that working with them for so long could have remedied that. He knows that he should be used to this by now, but knowing that you, of all people, was scared of him made him feel so much worse than any other person would. "I know what fear looks like, Tony, and it looked like they were scared."

"Please talk to them about it, before jumping to conclusions about this. Can you do that?" Tony had seen all the signs that Bruce had seen for a while and had come to understand what they really were, and hoped that Bruce would soon figure it out.

"Fine. I'll talk to them about it."

~LATER THAT NIGHT~

It was close to 1 in the morning, when Bruce looked away from the computer screen at the sound of the lab door opening, and when he turned to see who had entered, he found himself instantly become nervous seeing that it was you.

"Dr. Banner," You greeted him, smiling politely at him.

"(Y/N)," he greeted back. "What brings you here?"

"Mr. Stark told me to come down and check on you. Plus, he said that you wanted to talk to me about something important."

Of course, he did, Bruce thought, moving away from the computer and sitting down next to one of the lab tables. He couldn't help but notice you seemed to be staying far away from his side of the lab.

"Yeah, I did, (Y/N). It's important."

"Okay. What is it?"

"You do know that if you have any fears, any worries about working here, you can voice them, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do," you told him, nodding your head.

"So do you want to talk about you being scared of me?"

"What-What are you talking about?" You stammered, closing some of the distance between you two.

"(Y/N)," Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again to look at you. "Ever since you've started here, you've been jumpy around me and keeping your distance from me. You always hesitate to come up to me, like you're scared I'm gonna hurt you."

A look of recognition and embarrassment came over your face and you opened your mouth to explain yourself to him, but before you could say anything, Bruce spoke again.

"I understand why you'd be feeling this way, but-"

"Dr. Banner, I'm so sorry. This is a big misunderstanding -"

"I promise you're not in any danger with me," he continued.

"I'm not scared of you, Dr. Banner-"

"I have control over the big guy. There won't be any incidents of him coming out-"

"Dr. Banner, I like you," you blurted out loudly, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence.

"What," he asked, a look of surprise and confusion upon his face.

Seeing how shocked he looked, you felt heat come to your face and quickly darted your eyes away from him. You never wanted to tell him like this, but to be really honest, you never wanted to tell him period.

"You-You like... me," he asked, shock and confusion still present on his face. "Why were you being so jumpy and-and weird around me then?"

"I didn't know I was being weird," you confessed, walking around the lab table and pulling a nearby chair to sit down next to him, ignoring the burning in your cheeks and your fast heartbeat. "I didn't know how to act around you, and not show my crush, so I thought I could keep my distance. Thought it would better hide it."

"Oh" was all he said, his face suddenly not revealing what he was feeling anymore.

"Um, if you don't want me to work here in the lab with you now, then I completely understand," you said to him, mistaking his silence as a silent rejection.

"Why would I want that?" He asked, confused. Now that you confessed how you felt about him, he thought that now is a great time to confess his feelings as well. "I like you too."

His confession shocked you and it took a second for you to reply.

"You do?"

"Yeah," he nodded, chuckling softly.

"Oh... Well, would you mind going on a date with me or are you uncomfortable with going with your assistant?" You asked, curious and wanting to make sure that he wouldn't feel too weird about it.

"That depends,...will you jump and keep your distance from me the whole time," he joked.

"No, I won't, Dr. Banner," you replied, laughing softly.

"Bruce," he corrected, smiling at you, making a fluttery feeling begin in your stomach. "Call me Bruce."

"Sure thing,... Bruce," you said, excited to finally go on a date with the man you've been secretly pining for forever. "Sure thing."

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prettykittycastle · 7 months

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Why Me?

Summary: The last thing Bruce expected to happen to him was getting a blowjob in the lab.

(The reader uses she/her pronouns and is 18+. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: blowjob, oral sex, male receiving, slight dirty talk, slight sub-Bruce)

"You should relax, Dr. Banner."

"You're always so tense, doctor. I can help with that."

"Maybe the Hulk wants you to have some fun."

At the feel of your warm tongue running over the head of his cock, Bruce thought over the things you had said to him before this night. Of course at the time, he didn't realize you were constantly making suggestions to him, his focus always on his lab work. But now, lightly shuddering at feeling the tip of your tongue run against the slit in his tip, he felt incredibly stupid to not notice them sooner.

"Mmmm," you hummed, sliding his member into your mouth, instantly the salty taste of him on your tongue made your mouth water.

"Oh God," he moaned, closing his eyes and laying his head back against his lab chair, his legs shaking.

"How ya feeling, Doctor? Still tense?" you slipped him out of your mouth and asked him. You wrapped your hand around him and held him firmly, grinning up at the sight of the anxious scientist before you.

For a while you had been trying to get his attention, wanting so badly to have him writhing in pleasure and finally have him be able to relax. Tonight was gonna be your last night of trying to catch his attention and if he didn't catch on yet, you were planning on moving on, but it seems that the universe had finally decided to do you a favor, and Bruce finally noticed you.

Now looking at him, you just wanted to rip all his clothes off and ride the fuck out of him. His lab coat was spread open, the first couple buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned and some of the hair on his chest was showing, his glasses askew upon his face, and his pants were pulled down around his knees. Be patient, you told yourself, wanting so badly to hear him moan your name.

"Y-yeah,...n-no," he quickly changed his answer, trying to keep control of his mind and his urge to thrust into your hand. "Uh, (Y/N)-"

"Bruuuce," you cooed at him, beginning to slowly jerk him off, the saliva from your mouth making it easy. "Just relax for me, sweetie."

Easier said than done, he thought, closing his eyes tighter at the feel of your hand jerking him off. He knew that agreeing to this was risky, worrying that the big guy would appear at any moment, but he couldn't turn down the opportunity to have you, of all people, on your knees, ready to have his dick in your mouth.

"Please," he begged. He didn't have to say what he was begging for because you already knew and by the time, he opened his mouth, ready to say something else, your lips were wrapped around his member again.

"Mmm," you moaned around him, loving the salty taste of him on your tongue. Lowering your head, you relaxed your jaw and throat to take him deep into your mouth till your lips stopped halfway down his cock. When you felt that you couldn't fit anymore of him in, you let the saliva from your mouth run down his length before wrapping both of your hands around the rest of him. Bobbing your head and stroking him, you couldn't control the moans escaping your mouth and traveling to him. You had been fantasizing about this for so long and now you couldn't be happier to feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Bruce tried to remind himself this as he tried and failed to keep his lower half from lifting itself up from the chair and attempting to fuck your sweet mouth. He could feel his heart rate picking up and he worried that the other guy might make an appearance at the worst time.

"Shit, (Y/N)," Bruce groaned, letting his head fall back onto his lab chair while clenching the armrests tightly. "S-Slow down, please."

Your response to this request from him was simply bobbing your head faster, swallowing as much of him as you could, letting drool run out of your mouth and down his cock, helping you stroke him faster.

You didn't need to look up to know that the skin on his knuckles were probably turning green by how tightly he was holding the armrests and you wondered how long they would last before they completely broke off from the chair.

It's been so long. I'm not gonna last. He realized. The last time he had any type of sexual interaction was years, before the appearance of Hulk. After him, he never thought he'd ever get a chance to touch another person this way again.

"Bruuuce," you said, pulling your mouth away from him, but still stroking him. You looked up at him and couldn't help the smirk that grew on your face at seeing his head laid all the way back, holding onto the armrests for dear life.

"(Y/N)," he moaned your name again, hearing you call his name and forcing his eyes to open, and when they finally did, he instantly regretted it. The sight below him almost made him cum right then and there, but thanks to his years of perfecting control over the big guy, he held himself back from cumming too early. Seeing your (E/C) eyes look up at him, hazy and full of lust, your mouth and chin shining from the saliva on his dick, and the string of it hanging loosely from your bottom lip and his tip was almost too much for the poor scientist who had thought he would be living a life of celibacy because of his condition.

"How ya feel, Dr. Banner? You relaxed yet?" Your smirk grew wider, feeling his dick grow harder in your hands at you taunting him.

"Y-yes, yes, I am," he replied back, his eyes barely open as he tried to hold himself off from cumming, but your words were too much. "Please, (Y/N)."

"What is it," you asked, your voice changing to a lighter, more innocent tone despite what you were currently doing. "Bruce, what is it?"

"Aah," He moaned loudly, straining to control himself, his mind almost completely lost to lust. "I'm-I'm close t-to-"

"Close to cumming," you finished his statement, slightly tightening your grip and quickening your strokes. You could practically feel the cum waiting to burst from him. "You wanna cum?"

He couldn't find it in himself to open his mouth to speak, and simply nodded his head.

"Tell me. You wanna bust a nut on my face or in my mouth?"

"Oh God," he whimpered, lifting his hips to fuck your hands, his desperation evident.

"I'm fine with either one," you told him before lowering your head down to swallow his dick again, moaning at his hardness, and wiggling your tongue against the underside of him.

At that moment, Bruce couldn't handle it anymore, and before he knew it, his cum came spurting out of him in long, white, salty ropes down your throat to which you gladly accepted swallowing as much of it as you could.

If seeing you on your knees for him was already too much, watching you through half open eyes, gobbling and swallowing his cum was too overwhelming and he had to force his hand to let go of his armrest and use it to lightly push your head away.

"Shit, shit. Stop." He could feel himself becoming overstimulated, and knew without a doubt that if he got anymore stimulated, the big guy would definitely show up.

You didn't move at first, happily slurping up everything he offered and more, before deciding he had enough. You lifted your head from him and took a breath, wiping some of the spit from your face and gathering any cum that escaped from your mouth onto your fingers.

"Why," he asked, trying to catch his breath, and attempt to lower his heart rate back down. "Why...me?"

"What do you mean 'why you'," you asked, putting your cum-covered fingers in your mouth and sucking it off.

Seeing you do this, he had to take a second to calm himself down, before responding. "I mean...why out of all the guys in this building, you chose me? Why not Tony, Steve, Sam, Thor? Why me?"

The way he asked that made your heart almost break and suddenly the urge to fuck him grew tremendously stronger, wanting to give this man as much pleasure as you could.

"I don't want Tony or Steve or any of the others. Just you, Bruce. I like you. I think you're hot."

"Yeah, but," he sat up in the chair and straightened himself, his usual shyness coming back over him. "But why me? Why do you like me? The guy that has a big green rage monster in him."

"Because I think it's hot how smart, sweet, caring, and shy you are, Bruce." As you told him this, you stood up from the lab floor, wincing at the small ache in your knees and climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulder. "I've liked you for a while. And if you just want this to be a one time thing, I'm cool with that. But I also want us to be something." You knew that one of the reasons the scientist tended to distance himself from the others was not just because of his shy nature, but also because of his worry of how he, the team, and others viewed him and his second half. He saw his second half as a monstrous nuisance and thought that the team might as well, but you knew that was wrong and you want to show him that you view him as more than the Hulk, and as Bruce Banner.

"I can control him most times, but every now and then, he wants out and it's hard to put him back in," he warned you, placing his hands on your hips.

"That's fine. We'll handle it together." You laid a gentle kiss upon his lips, aware that he still has to calm his heart down from your blowjob. He didn't say anything else and kissed you back with a surprising amount of vigor that seemed to make the fire in between your legs burn stronger.

"You know we have to be careful in the future when it comes to...this," he pulled away and warned you.

"We will and we will have a lot of fun, too," you told him, going back to kissing him. Even though, you two had just made it official, you were already thinking of the many things you wanted to do to this man, and unbeknownst to you, Bruce was thinking of the many positions he could put you in by the end of the night, how to not risk the big guy coming out while doing so.

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wiinterz · 3 months

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canumoveurseatup-no · 5 years

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HC: Bruce discovering he has a daddy kink

Requested by: @lilflipfone (hope ya like it, honey bun!)

A/N: Check out my newest story, Footsteps. It’s Tony x black!daughter angst. Once it gets to at least 100 notes I’ll release my Peter angst!

Warnings: 18+, slight smut, LISTEN, DON’T READ THIS IF DADDY KINK IS NOT YOUR THING. Thanks, enjoy, honey buns.

Feedback is appreciated!!

-OOOKAAAAY so you know greying Bruce? yeah, DADDY.

-I think Bruce always knew that deep down he was dominant. Like in every other situation he was shy but in the bedroom he could finally let go.

-He just need that push... that one thing to push him there.

- He always wanted to go a bit further in the bed room

- Add more to your usual routine

-One night he was just having a hard time in the lab, coming up with a certain formula, nothing was working.

-He actually decided to take a break without anyone forcing him, WOAH WHAT?

-He walked to y’all’s shared bedroom and heard the bass of an unfamiliar song

-”Why don't you love me daddy? why don’t you love me daddy? why don’t you, why don’t you, why don’t you love me daddy?”

-The word dripped from your lips like your favorite wine, your hips swaying to the song and he didn’t know how to act.

-That was his push

-He stepped in the room and shut the door behind him making his presence known

- you continued to dance and sing the song even after you saw him eyeing you hungrily.

- He grabbed your hand and brought your body flush up against his, your butt rubbing up against his tightening khakis.

-”Why don’t you love me, daddy?” you sung

-”I do love you, baby. Want me to show you?”

-You hadn’t expected this to happen but hey, who’s complaining?

- You only nodded, but he wanted to hear the words out of your mouth.

- “Speak up for me, honey”

-”Yes, daddy”

-Hulk would low key be sitting back, enjoying the show because puny Banner was being what? DOMINANT

-It’d be one of the few times Hulk would shut up in his head around you.

-And after that your clothes came off in a flash.

-He had your hands pinned above your head and made sure you didn’t break eye contact

- He wouldn’t allow it

- His stroke game. UGH!

-He’d angle your hips up just to hit those deepest, sweetest spots

-His hands- OOOUUUUUUU

-One hand he’d wrap around your throat, the other running itself up and down your body, he was stimulating you all over

- Don’t sleep on the quiet ones. Don’t underestimate them

- He was fucking you so good you thought you were going to cry

- “oh my God, daddy!”

- He got so much confidence from you calling him that

- “Who’s pussy is this, huh? Who does it belong to?”

- “Yours, daddy, it belongs to you”

- The way he’d moan when the name flew past your lips, made him weak but made him feel so strong at the same time

-”Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum”

- “Fuck, baby, say it again”

- And you did. Calling him daddy made you feel so vulnerable and submissive to him and you loved it (you’re still an independent bad bitch though)

-The way he moaned your favorite pet names in your ear made you feel so loved

-It was so intimate, so intense that you did shed a few tears

-Your orgasm wasn’t just any normal orgasm

-It wasn’t just in the pit of your stomach.

-No, that shit took over your whole body! Tingles in your finger tips, it was so intense you could not keep your eyes open

-Your body twitched in pleasure and you felt the feeling run from the crown of your head all the way down to the soles of your feet.

- you let out a long, drawn out Fuck, daddy

-”Yes, let daddy hear you”

- the noise he let out was so unholy as he finally pulled out and let it go

-Both of you caught your breath. You sprawled out like a snow angel and him sitting back on his heels.

-”Damn, babe. I wouldn’t peg you for a daddy kink kinda guy”

-Hulk was clapping in Bruce’s head

- “Puny Banner, big man now!”

- Bruce smiled at you and kissed your nose before getting up to get a warm, wet rag.

-You decided to push his buttons and let “daddy” slip out as he cleaned you up.

- Immediately. he got hard allover.

- “Dammit, Y/N,”

- “GO BANNER!”

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First HC, and I hope you liked it.

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simoneslibrary · 3 years

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𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

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pairing: bucky barnes x mutant!woc!reader

author’s note: please don't be mad that this is just coming out! i know it's not much and super late, but i was finally happy with something that I wrote for this story. this one is kind of dark, but i swear there will be happier moments ahead. as always, please leave any comments you have below, and enjoy! <3 (gif credit: @pedropcl)

warning(s): drugging (mentioned), violence, nightmares, non-con touching, nudity, kidnapping, kind of a dark!reader (but it's pretty justified...)

word count: 1.1k

(edit: posted this on the wrong account, but i'm just gonna leave it here...)

Bucky felt with almost every bone in his body that today would be a somewhat enjoyable day.

The nightmares of his torturous past had been limited throughout the last few nights thanks to what he would consider some form of normalcy over the past few days. Like the rest of the current residents of Stark Tower, he had no missions to go on, no training to fight through, no meetings to attend––all ingredients included in the recipe for a somewhat enjoyable day. Bucky was probably going to spend it in his room, still not completely used to the idea of living with an entire group of people.

Even with the size of the tower, there was always someone everywhere. No matter which turn he took or room he stepped into… there was always someone there. If Bucky was lucky, it would be Steve or Natasha (whom he’d warmed up to throughout his time here.) And, although he would never admit it, it didn’t bother him as much as he acted when he just happened to run into Sam Wilson. Their shared banter was something he found comfort in, as it reminded him of his old self.

Speaking of Sam, he expected to see him or one of the other formerly mentioned people as soon as he made his way off of the extravagant elevator, but nothing of the sort occurred. Bucky felt it was odd that Steve, or anyone for that matter, hadn’t greeted him this morning but brushed it off. They were probably still in their rooms and hadn’t made it to the communal floor yet. (Which in itself was odd seeing that Steve was always up by sunrise.)

Bucky made his way to the kitchen next, wondering why the scent of breakfast being made hadn’t hit his nose yet. It was a rare occurrence that the cracking of eggs, bacon, or pancakes cooking in a skillet wasn’t echoing throughout the large kitchen, especially on a day off.

His eyebrows furrowed together immediately when he entered the kitchen to see that it was empty. Not one person was gracing it with their presence, the usually lively room quiet with the sterile smell of counter cleaner.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

A full second doesn’t have the chance to pass before the A.I. system is answering back with a polite, “Yes?”

Bucky bites his lip, thinking for a moment about what his next move should be. It was obvious that something was going on. He willed himself to assume that it was nothing bad seeing that there were no signs of any type of struggle or disturbance.

“Would you happen to know where Steve is? Or Nat? Hell, or Sam?”

“They’re left, sir. Along with the rest of the team. Would you like me to contact one of them for you-”

Bucky was interrupting the assistant before she could say anything else. “What do you mean they left? Left when? To go where?”

“Both Captain Rogers and Mr. Stark has ordered me not to allow you any more details on the matter. If you wish, I can attempt to make contact with either of them for you, sir.”

Bucky sighs heavily, not knowing whether to be frustrated over the fact that he was being left out of the loop or that they’d left an A.I. system to babysit him while they were gone.

The uncomfortable amount of eyes on you was nothing new. After all, you were used to unwanted attention.

Prying stares danced over your bare skin as the room of so-called scientists gazed at you through the thick pane of glass they were hoping you couldn’t somehow escape through.

It was Observation Day, and they all did just that—observed. You had an endless amount of wires running from the surface of your skin to the annoyingly loud machines surrounding you. They worked relentlessly to record any and every vital that your body presented, wanting to figure out the science behind what made you the way you are. What made you different…. what made you special… what made you a monster.

Monster.

It was a harsh, cutting word… sometimes used with ill-intentions of those who could never get over a misunderstanding… or used playfully as two friends joked about nothing… or sung in Halloween-themed songs of the candy-induced celebration.

Though when it was used towards you, they meant it.

The word was yelled and hissed at you by more people than you cared to remember. Whether it was through the cracked lips of the people that poked and prodded at you or through fat tears of those you were forced to hurt, you were no stranger to the word.

The first Observation Day was nothing like the one currently going on. It had taken over two hours for them to strap you down the first time, the electrifying traumas you experienced when they found you in what you believed to be a safe house only heightening your rage at the entire situation.

You fought and fought, severely injuring many of the men that believed they would be the ones to break tame the beast that was yourself, the hunger of possible glory blinding them from how dangerous you truly were. Eventually, someone found a way to jam a needle in your neck, finally subduing you with a large dose of something that had rendered you unconscious for a sufficient amount of time to get you prepared.

Now, you didn’t even need it.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t fight. You didn’t struggle or complain.

When they made snide comments about your body or used the needle they inserted into your arm as an excuse to find their finger over your bare skin, you didn’t flinch. Not once.

Some might ask why, however, the answer is quite simple.

It was because you had to.

How else would you trick them into believing you’d given up? Falsely convince them that they had won, and you had lost? Let them go home to their families at night, leaving you in the dark, muted room you called home to configure a scheme that made sure they would suffer just as much––if not more––than you had?

No matter how much you truly wanted to rip off every head in the facility, you didn’t. Patience has been your oldest friend, and you can’t betray it now. Not when it would, once again, prove itself worthy of your loyalty when you finally rid the world of those who you dreamed about eliminating, that of which you would one day do with a smile on your face, of course.

After all, you were a monster.

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operation-619 · 3 years

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Steve Rogers

WOC/Reader

AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.

Her: I-Forest , II-Crimson , III-Hiraeth

My home isn’t a place - where you’ve come to know these people well enough home isn’t a physical object. Coming soon

Call me when its over - she’s just a friend, right? Coming soon

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chxrrysangel · 2 years

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I feel like writing enough fluff fics to the point it makes me sick. Any ideas? And what characters? Tbh they don’t even have to Marvel

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stachmousworld · 4 years

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Avenge me tomorrow (ch. 2)

Pairing: Polyavengers x Black!reader

Previously: Orgy and no aftercare. Thea was left raw and down.

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

As the elevator closed, Thea sobbed harder. Her cries resonated in the empty living room.

“Miss? You seem distressed, do you want me to call any…” JARVIS said worried.

“No," she screamed. "No,” she repeated softer. She took a few deep breaths and sat gingerly on the cover. She was aching and could feel their semen slipping out. She fought her nausea and focused on the most important. “Are you still recording for the others?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Could you please stop and erase when from when they left, please? I don’t want them to see me like this.”

“Of course, Miss.”

“Thanks,” she replied in a little voice.

She shook her head slowly. She couldn’t understand what just happened. Everything has started well, and… next thing she knows, her heart ached and the sweet taste of the pleasure turned sourer. She couldn’t believe how stupid she’d been. She had imagined…

“I thought they cared about me,” she admitted to no one in particularly. “I thought we had something. As weird as it sounds. I thought…”

She sobbed in her hands and let herself fall on the floor.

“Miss Carmelia, please, let me alert someone.”

“No! Please JARVIS, don’t call anyone. I don’t want them to…pity me. Poor old me, believing someone would actually give two fucks about me. I didn’t even…I should have known better.”

“If I may say, they care about you, Miss. I have analyzed all of their interaction and they always talked fondly about you.”

“Because I have slept with each of them. I brought them pleasure and the…how can they hate me JARVIS? But I’m just as good as a fucktoy." She chocked on her words, as she remembered their last encounter. "I was right there. I thought we were doing some kind of scene, you know, I don’t mind being objectified. But the way Thor talked to Bucky as if I was not there at all, just a thing with no feeling. And he didn’t even care if I came…”

She cried harder, until her chest hurt from the lack of oxygen and her head exploded from the pain. She could feel a bubble in her chest expanding each time she inhaled. She wanted to go on a rampage, to scream, cry, throw things on the floor, anything to ease her tumultuous feelings. Instead, she fell on her knees. The movement pushed more cum out of her dirty body, making her gag. She stayed down bowing on the floor, hand stretched forward as she begged for some help…

When she thought she’d finally lose herself in her mind, a wave of calmness overcame her. Time slowed down, her vision tunneled, the floor underneath her knees felt softer, the entire universe embraced her in a warm cocoon, reminding her of her mom's arms.

Protection.

Power.

Thea slowly came out off her trance. Her breathing was under control, her skin felt less tight and dirty. She was even buzzing with a foreign energy. Something coming from her hand which traveled through her arm to the rest of her body. She unclenched her fingers and was surprised to find an obstacle.

Wait, what?

She raised her head and immediately jerked away. What the…

“I have called…”

“No! JARVIS I told you not. I’m okay. Please! Just this one, until I figure this out.” She almost screamed, scared. What was happening to her?

A minute of silence passed. She didn’t move nor looked away from the object in her hand. It must be a joke. She repressed the bubble of laugh from coming out of her mouth. JARVIS had been too conciliant already. He would not let that go.

“I have ended the call and erased the message. But at any problem, I would ring the alarm.”

“Ok.”

She thanked God for JARVIS's protocol and intelligence. She would have been ashamed if anyone had picked up the phone and come to her. Plus, how could she have explained what just happened. She still couldn’t believe it and she didn't dare asking JARVIS for confirmation. She didn’t want to have the certitude that she was losing it.

In her hand was Mjöllnir. Thor’s legendary hammer. Thor’s legendary hammer which is only supposed to be lifted by a person worth it. She opened her mouth, then closed it. She needed to get her facts straight.

She had summoned Mjöllnir and it came to her. Why was she able to do it? Had Thor succeeded in impregnating her? Could it be possible for her to lift it because of the presence of his semen in her? A few more other questions travelled her mind quickly. What if she was pregnant? She placed a hand on her belly and rubbed it.

No. You are getting stupid, you are not pregnant, she reassured herself. Bruce had given her a personalized birth control, way more secure than the one sold on the market. And the sole thought of bringing a child in this mess was not comforting. She couldn’t pretend to be detached while all the people she had come to love…didn’t return the same feelings.

“Miss Carmelia,” JARVIS warned. “Your heartbeat is too high.”

Thea understood the threat and tried to control her breathing. No. Maybe she was worthy because there was still his cum in her...It could act as a vector of his powers. She tried to find other explanations but neither made her feel good. She decided to put Mjöllnir back at its place. What if Thor could tell it had been lifted? What if Mjöllnir told him?

Amid her calmness, the buzzing, which has been firstly overwhelming, had turned into a soft murmur. She couldn’t really describe it, but she was sure Mjöllnir could communicate and share feelings or memories. And she was strangely unmoved by it. The entire situation left her…empty. She dug deeper inside her feelings to find a strand of fear or revolt. None. She didn’t know if she liked it better when she was actively losing her mind.

Thea heard the elevator and stopped in her track. Please don’t come here, she thought.

The elevator halted on this floor. No…

“JARVIS who is it?” She asked in a hurry as she leaped on the couch face toward the elevator.

“Mister Banner, Miss.”

Thea sighed, relieved. He was the only one who treated her accordingly and treated her preciously after their scenes. Like Thor did before tonight. She forced her face to remain stoic. It was hard. So fucking hard.

“Thea? JARVIS, how long has she been like that alone?”

“Thirty minutes, Mister Banner.”

He huffed disapprovingly and approached lightly. Thea almost flinched when Bruce’s hand caressed her face. He grabbed her like a princess and walked toward the elevator. She half opened her eyes and glanced at the Mjöllnir. The murmurs were still present in her head. Her entire body seemed to vibrate under its power. She almost feared that Bruce noticed she was awake.

The Hammer was trying to find a way in her mind, and she couldn’t resist anymore.

As she let go, the millennia of knowledge on the Universes imprinted themselves in her.

Images of galaxies, suns, moons, beings with different skintones, heights, languages, cultures, lives…ran through her.

Death and Life slipped through her fingers like silk. She could feel them all: all the ones who lost their lives, all the one who was granted to live…

She closed her eyes on the command of Mjöllnir.

Sleep my child.

Next chapter

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carolmaximoffs · 4 years

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THE GOOD DOCTOR

CHAPTER NINE

Ch. Summary: Thea loses herself after losing those closest to her, but like always, Steve saves the day.

Warnings: avengers infinity war spoilers, cursing, endgame spoilers

Pairings: Sam Wilson x WOC

A/N: i’m not happy with this chapter, but i just don’t see myself getting to a place where i am happy with it BECAUSE of the way i changed the ending of civil war...i just wanted to write bonky and steeb i should’ve known better. anyways this is the last chapter with any real plot. maybe someday i’ll rewrite it on AO3 who knows.

Taglist: @marvelousmrstark @annathesillyfriend

WHEN SHE GETS THE CALL, Thea’s on a picnic with Sam. It’s an unknown number, but thankfully, it’s a familiar voice. However, any relief at hearing Bruce Banner is back is quickly squandered by what he tells her.

“Are you kidding me?” She practically shrieks. Sam’s a little ways away on a blanket, eyeing her curiously. “Dr. Banner, please tell me you’re kidding.”

Thea covers the receiver and shuffles closer to her beau. “Tony just got kidnapped by aliens.”

“We’re in the middle of a date,” Sam whines. Thea glares at him, motioning for him to pack up as she goes back to her conversation.

Had she known this would have been one of her last moments with Sam for awhile, she might’ve given in to his complaints and finished what they started.

When Sam tells her he has to go to Wakanda, she kisses him deeply, tells him to come home safe, and call her when he landed. When only Nat, Rhodey, and Steve step off the Quinjet, Thea’s hands shake. When Natasha tells her what happened, Thea feels the familiar feeling of her world shattering.

FIVE YEARS LATER

“YOU NEVER THINK that the last time is...the last time.” The group is nodding, huddled together around a corner table in the otherwise vacant restaurant. “I...I told him to call me when he landed. It’s kind of our thing? And he...he called me. But I never got to tell him I loved him. And now I...I probably won’t ever get to.”

Thea bites her lip, fighting tears as Steve quietly thanks her for sharing. He started this ‘support group’ a little over a year ago. Thea thinks it’s because he was at such a goddamn loss as to what to do, but she showed up tonight nonetheless. After a few more words, people begin to file out, until it’s just Steve and Thea left. They sit in silence, and Thea is just about to go home herself when Steve speaks.

“He knew.” Thea’s head snaps up, and she finds the blond already looking at her. Pale blue eyes bore into brown as Thea swallows a sob.

“No, he didn’t. He didn’t know, Steve, and he never will.” She doesn’t mean to be so harsh; she feels guilty as soon as she sees the hurt flash across Steve’s face, but Thea is already out the door before she even thinks about apologizing.

She’s moved back into her old apartment. Nobody else had moved in during her months with the Avengers, and the Compound was too painful. It was too empty. So here she is, only half of her furniture back at her place, the rest left at the compound, even 5 years later. ‘Just in case she changed her mind’ - that was what Steve had said when he helped her move.

She knows she won’t, not unless Sam and Wanda and the others miraculously came back. Her apartment is pretty empty, too, but not because people were literally missing from it.

In fact, Thea had almost forgotten what it was like to live alone. Often, it felt like she was dreaming, or transported back in time. She’s taken up her old job at the hospital, though there were far less patients now. She’s reconnected with old coworkers, fallen back into old habits; the only truly new development was attending Steve’s group.

In fact, Thea broke her routine only for the occasional visit to Tony and Pepper. They’d made the most of everything and gotten married, and had a baby. It was times like now, when Thea felt at her lowest, that she didn’t feel so bad about disturbing their bubble. She changed out of her scrubs, grabbed her keys, and drove until pavement became gravel and skyscrapers became trees.

It’s dark when she parks in the gravel driveway. Pepper is already making her way onto the porch, feet bare, arms open for Thea. She’d become something of an older sister, her fiery yet maternal energy comforting to Thea. Pepper has just pulled back, mouth open to presumably ask Thea how she was (as if the answer changed). A small voice from inside interrupts her, accompanied by the sound of tiny pounding feet. “Auntie Dot, Auntie Dot, Auntie Dot!”

Morgan barrels into Thea’s legs, causing her to stumble back with an ‘oof’. She recovers quickly, swinging the dark-haired child up into her arms. Thea nuzzles her nose into Morgan’s hair.

“Hi, pumpkin,” The woman greets. Weary as she may be, Morgan Stark never failed to bring a grin to her face. Pepper quickly waves her in, and with Morgan balanced on her hip, she follows the strawberry-blonde into her kitchen. Morgan squirms for only a moment before tucking her face comfortably into Thea’s braids; Pepper sets about making some tea. Thea is almost overwhelmed with the warm feeling blooming in her chest. All too soon, Morgan is ushered off to bed, and Pepper levels Thea with a solemn look.

“Did you go?” She asks, and Thea lets out a groan, dropping her head to the tabletop. Pepper swats at her arm. “I’m serious, Dorothea. You need to talk about it with somebody, and Steve is a great start.”

“Pep, talking about it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t bring him back,” Thea grumbles, scowling at the use of her proper name and the subject. Pepper doesn’t reply for a long time, before finally she grasps Thea’s hands tightly.

“Thea, they will figure something out.” Pepper holds up a hand as Thea goes to argue. “Hell, even Tony’s working on it. And when they do figure it out, I promise it’ll be worth it. No matter what happens.”

Steve calls her, a couple weeks later. She hasn’t gone to any more group meetings, Pepper’s advice be damned. Work was slow, so she’s home early, curled up in her bedroom. Steve’s call startles her out of a trance, having zoned out instead of properly watching whatever chick-flick she’d queued up on TV.

“I need your help, Thea.” The Captain’s voice is almost pleading, on the edge of desperation. Thea huffs, kicking off her blankets to pace her bedroom.

“You can find me at the hospital, Steve. I don’t have leeway like I did at the compound, so I can only help if it’s surg-”

“Thea, I need your help on a mission. Possibly...possibly the biggest mission of any of our lives.” Thea wants to berate him, but he keeps going. “We’re getting them back, Thea. But it won’t be pretty. You can help with that.”

Thea wants to cry. She wants to puke, scream, burn Steve Rogers’ goddamn optimism to ash. Instead, she says, “Fine. I’m in.”

Pepper’s words echo in Thea’s head long after that night. They ring through her brain, in the middle of the most terrifying day of Thea’s life. No matter what happens she thinks, running from person to person as quickly as possible. They seem to fall like dominoes. Thea feels way out of her element, cursing Steve for all he’s worth. She can’t shake the feeling that she isn’t fast enough; she almost pukes when she hears Peter calling for her and sees Tony, slumped, eyes shut.

She wasn’t fast enough.

Pepper’s word’s remain, even weeks later, when she’s standing at the edge of Tony and Pepper’s lake, watching an arc reactor float upon flowers. No matter what happens. Even months later Thea is thinking of them, when Morgan and Pepper come to visit Wanda and Thea at the New Avengers Compound. Sam is gone on a mission with Bucky. The former was now armed with a shield, instead of wings. Her guilt haunts her, so much having changed and yet still so much is wrong; so many people are missing.

“It feels upside down, doesn’t it?” Thea muses to Pepper as they watch Morgan, enamored with Wanda’s red magic lacing flowers together in her hair. Pepper hums quietly. When Thea looks over at her, her eyes are glassy, and her thoughts are clearly far away. Thea takes her hand, loosely so Pepper can pull away, but she doesn’t. Thea squeezes. “Pep, I’m so-”

“Don’t.” Pepper’s gaze is sharp, suddenly, as she meets Thea’s eyes. “There was nothing you could have done. I...I’d rather him be at peace than be a zombie.”

Thea feels her own eyes well up at that, but the Quinjet roaring overhead distracts her. The trees shudder and she swipes at her eyes. She rises to her feet as Morgan dashes towards the compound.

“Bucky! Sammy!” Morgan cheers, blossoms spraying from her hair as she twirls. She grips Pepper’s hand eagerly, practically dragging her mother through the compound. Thea waits for Wanda, who magically sweeps the flowers away from the entrance and onto the grass. The witch smiles softly at Thea, linking their elbows.

“Everything worked out the way it was meant to, sestra,” The Sokovian murmurs as they enter the elevator with Pepper and Morgan. “It always does.”

Morgan babbles excitedly to her mother, who manages a weak smile. Wanda laces her fingers through Thea’s, a comforting new habit. The elevator begins to rise, and finally, so do Thea’s spirits.

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solitaryearthperson · 7 months

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Marvel/MCU Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagines

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Girlcrush - Sapphic!Reader has a secret crush on Natasha and doesn’t know how to deal with it.

Woman-crush - The team finds out about Natasha and (Y/N)’s relationship and is concerned about the age difference.

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Different But Same - After saving the Skrull and finding them a new homeworld, Carol returns to Earth to see someone from her past.

Dust - Enjoying a relaxing morning together with her lover, Captain Marvel never expected her to suddenly disappear.

Valkyrie/Brunhilde

Soft - Hitching a ride with Bruce and Rocket to New Asgard, (Y/N) meets the elusive Brunhilde and wants to ask her out.

Hardness (Sequel to Soft) - (Y/N) and Brunhilde go on their first date and (Y/N) takes her to an art museum, where she has a surprise for her.

It was my fault - The reader wakes up to find Brunhilde gone and goes to find her. They have a talk about why Brunhilde leaves them at night.

Jessica Jones

Shopping for Jess - The reader takes Jessica shopping for more stuff for the apartment.

Shuri/Black Panther

Genius Princess - The reader wants Shuri to go to bed with them.

Comfortable - Shuri is not sure of her outfit for T’Challa’s coronation, and (Y/N) reassures her.

For a while - Reader and Shuri share their first kiss.

Loki

None Yet

Thor

None Yet

Bruce Banner/Hulk

A Misunderstanding - Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

I'm Not A Hero - A mistake on a mission makes you question whether you're a hero and Bruce helps you.

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Matt to the Rescue - The reader, Matt, Foggy, and Karen go to Josie’s to celebrate winning a case and the reader runs into a creep.

Series

More To Come....

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thekrazykeke · 6 years

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@obi-thomas challenged me to write a Bruce Banner x male! black! reader fic. Challenge accepted!

I've also got a Sam Wilson x Wakandan!woc imagine like 75% finished, it just needs a flashback scene and either a kiss or smut. Maybe just the kiss though tbh.

And ofc my T'Challa x shy!reader series is getting into the grey area of acceptable with lots of emotional undertones.

#out of context #letsgo

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solitaryearthperson · 7 months

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I'm Not A Hero

Summary: A mistake on a mission makes you question whether you're a hero and Bruce helps you.

(The reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

The sounds of bombs going off and multiple people screaming out was hard to get out of my head, but I tried my hardest to do so. People yelling, crying, and praying in multiple languages was too much for my ears to take. People scattered across everywhere, some on the ground, some in dirt, some in crumbling buildings, bleeding from injuries too severe to heal from was too much for my eyes. I kept seeing them over and over. Even though it had been weeks, almost a month, I couldn't get it out of my head.

"Kid, it's okay. Don't listen to them." Tony patted me on the shoulder and told me this the day after, when it was all over the news.

Every news channel had the same headline: Avengers saves the day, but causes more lives lost. And every one of them had a video of me, the camera zooming in on my figure. They would all pause right at the time my powers went loose and the headlines would change to "Did the Avengers recruit a villain?"

"(Y/N), don't think about it. The news is making it worse than it really is." Natasha told me this when she visited my room the next day, finding me wrapped up in my blanket and watching the news play the video over and over, staring at the image of me on the screen causing so much damage.

"The death toll is in the hundreds now, while the number of injured has reached the thousands," the news caster said.

"Most of those people were already injured or dying before we even got there, (Y/N)," Clint told me, after Natasha left, disappointed that her consoling me didn't help. "You saved a lot of lives. So many people are walking around, breathing, and living because of you."

It didn't matter if that was true or not, it didn't matter that there were people who weren't injured, people who survived and could get back to their regular lives. To me, none of it mattered if the cost of this victory was hundreds, thousands, or even millions of people dying or getting hurt.

I thought I had myself under control. I thought I could handle it. This mission wasn't my first, but it was the first that so many people had died because of me being reckless and overconfident, forgetting the strength of my powers.

"Come to the party, (Y/N)," Steve urged me, with Natasha and Clint beside him. "It'll be fun and we'll see people who are honored and glad that you rescued them."

The party they're referring to is some party/award ceremony being thrown by half the government and half Tony Stark for rescuing so many people. We'll receive awards, and be honored as absolute heroes of the country. I had informed them a few days before that I didn't want to go and instead I would rather stay in my room binge-watch TV, but they insisted, to the point that Nat threatened to kidnap me from my room and force me to attend.

"(Y/N)!"

Flashes of cameras and reporters calling my name was quite an overwhelming thing that I haven't gotten used to since being on the team. The others told me that it takes time, but if it ever gets too much, it's alright to duck out when I get a chance, and right now, that's exactly how I was feeling.

So many people yelling my name asking what designer I was wearing, what diet I was on, how often did I train, and other questions were still strange to me.

"(Y/N), can you show us some of your powers?"

The question caught me off guard, but I tried to not let it show and responded with a polite smile and said, "Um, maybe some other time. I will give you a great show then." I was fine until I heard the next question.

"Is it because of your last mission?"

The question made me freeze, and I looked around to find if any of the others were around to help me, but suddenly I couldn't find any of them near me. It was like they had suddenly disappeared.

"What do you have to say about the death toll now reaching 1,000?"

"What?" I asked, feeling my heart beat speed up. I hadn't heard about the deaths getting that high.

"Sources say that you have no control over your powers. Is that true?"

"I-I,...um," I didn't know what to say, my tongue suddenly felt numb and I could feel all the hair on my body stand up.

"Why did the Avengers recruit you if you don't have control over yourself?"

"How can the public trust you?"

I wanted to tell them that it was an accident, that it was one slip-up that will never happen again, but I couldn't make myself do it.

"(Y/N)!"

I recognized the voice but I didn't bother looking to see where and who it came from. Before I could hear another question, I quickly walked away from the reporters and left the room. I didn't know where I was going, only that I needed to get as far away from the party as possible.

Before I knew it, I was opening the door of a nearby hallway closet and ran inside, slamming it shut behind me. Not hearing any footsteps behind me, I took a deep breath and stood against the wall, trying to calm my mind and forget the questions, but it was too hard. How did I not know the death toll rose that high? How could I lose control like that? Why did I lose control? Will it happen again?

I could feel my heart beating hard inside me, like it wanted to escape my body, and I could hear it loud in my ears like drums. Why did I come here? I shouldn't have come here! I don't need to be here! I'm not a hero!

I can't breathe! I tried to catch my breath, tried to breathe deeply again, but for some reason I couldn't. The questions from before were now screaming in my head and the images of my blurry figure on the news kept flashing through my mind. I shouldn't be here! I'm not a hero!

"(Y/N)," I heard a voice suddenly say my name through all the noise. I hadn't even realized that I had closed my eyes and I opened them to see Bruce standing before me, closing the closet door, and looking at me with a look of concern on his face.

"Bruce," I asked, trying to breathe, but still failing. "What're you doing here?"

"I saw you rush out and followed you. Are you okay?" He stepped toward me and grabbed me by my shoulders, squeezing them comfortingly.

"I can't breathe," I told him, feeling tears that I had been holding in for the longest begin to run down my face. "I can't be here."

"Hey everything's okay," he tried to tell me.

"I can't go out there! I can't answer any questions! I shouldn't be here after what I did!"

"(Y/N)," his voice was more stern and when I looked into his eyes, I saw nothing but kindness. "Do what I say. Okay?"

I quickly nodded my head.

"Count with me. 1...2...3... Inhale...4...5...6 exhale."

I nodded my head again and looked at him while doing it. "1...2...3," I looked at him before inhaling, seeing him nod, then continued, "4...5...6," then I exhaled slowly.

"Good. Do it again."

We continued to do this for a couple more minutes. He was patient and counted along with me, then inhaled and exhaled with me too. Each time we did it, I began to breathe easier, and my heart beat began to slow down, but the questions and memories of the mission and the video on the news kept running through my mind over and over again. When he finally saw my breathing become normal, that's when he chose to ask the question that I was dreading to hear him ask.

"Why are you in here?"

"I couldn't take being out there anymore. I had to get away."

"Why? What did they ask you?"

Another question I was dreading to hear, but I tried to suck up as much courage and answer him honestly. "They asked about my powers, and what happened on the mission, and," I could hear my voice begin to tremble, but I ignored it and continued speaking, "They told me about the deaths...that it's in the thousands now."

A look of recognition came over his face and he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into a hug that I was not expecting, but greatfully accepted. Bruce was more shy than everyone else and kept his distance from the others, so this absolutely surprised me.

"I know how you feel, (Y/N)."

"You do?"

"Yeah," he replied with a little laugh. "The hulk had done some damage in the past. For good and bad."

Oh yeah. I had forgotten about the things the hulk has done. So many people are fans of the Avengers now, including Bruce, that I briefly forgot about the damage to New York.

"What do you mean 'you shouldn't be here', (Y/N)?"

Pulling away, I sniffed, and quickly wiped away the tears from my face before answering him, "The others wanted me to come, but I don't think I should be here. I don't feel like a hero. I feel like a-"

"Monster," he finished for me, making me smile a little. "The others don't have powers like ours. We make a small mistake, it can have big consequences."

"How do you deal with it? The death. Destruction. I don't feel like a hero anymore. I feel like a fraud."

"No matter how much that voice in your head tells you differently, you're a hero. You can't save everyone, all the time. There's gonna be lots of victories, but some sadness as well. Try to find ways to distract yourself. "

"How?"

He sighed loudly before replying, "Meditation, yoga, reading, maybe sports. Try to find a hobby that you know will quickly distract you and make you not think for a while."

As Bruce spoke, I couldn't help but be really moved and quite sad. I've never really interacted with him outside of the usual mission, and sometimes forgot he was there. This whole time I never thought about how he has gone through the same thing as I have and more. Realizing this also made me feel a little sympathy as well as I realize that not only has he gone through this before, but he's also had to cope with everything I'm feeling before, only he had to cope by himself.

"So do you wanna try going back out there or stay here a little longer?"

Just the thought of going back out there and knowing that there's a possibility that I'll have to answer anymore questions made me feel sick, so I quickly shook my head.

"I wanna stay here." He nodded his head in understanding and before he could turn, I asked, "Could you stay and keep me company? You don't have to if you don't wanna."

"Sure," he said, then took out his phone and moved to sit on the floor. He looked up at me and patted the spot next to him. "You wanna watch some Netflix till the party's over?"

I smiled and happily sat down next to him, ready to watch whatever just as long as I didn't go back out there.

"What do you think of 'The Witcher'?"

"My favorite," I told him, scooting closer to look down at the phone.

Who knew that me and Dr. Banner had so much in common with each other?!

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Her

Chapter two: crimson

UD- 24th June 2021

Big Thank yo to my translator, @primavera-allegoria this story wouldn’t be completed or written if it wasn’t for you. So thank you.

Summary: AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.

Warning!! this chapter contains scenes some may find upsetting and disturbing read at your own risk.

Word Count- 4K+

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Chapter I-Forest : Chapter III-Hiraeth

The rebuilding of stark Tower 2012

“You know Tony, I would love to find an apartment in New York, but I can’t leave a child by itself for more than an hour, legally” (E/C) eyes cast downwards at the plans of the new compound, (Y/N) refused to wipe the smirk off her face as she heard the dramatic intake of breath behind her.

“Are you calling me a child.” She could picture the look of disdain on his face, his mouth wide open in mock shock and hand on his Arc Reactor. (H/C) textured hair bounced around her shoulders as she shook her head in disbelief. She walked over to the large window that overlooked the rubble that once was New York.

Heaving a sigh, she wrapped her arms around her torso and clenched tightly, her eyes became glassy as she withheld the tears threatening to come down her face. Her mind was running too fast for her to keep up with, the thought of what she could have done circled her head in a taunting manner. ‘I could’ve saved people, children.’ The guilt was evident in her eyes but not on her face, no she hid that well.

“You knew it had to be done,” obviously not too well, “there would’ve been more damaged with you and Banner out there, chaos. And we can really only just about control Banner. I did it to keep you safe.” The remorse was clear on his tongue she just refused to listen.

“So, knocking me out with that heavy duty sedative was your best option? I felt like a piece of shit when you did that with no explanation Tony! And to mention the fact that you left me in my room without so much of a note, do you have any idea how scary it was to wake up to you falling out the fucking hole in the sky!” her face was contorted into a painful twist as she grew closer and closer to Tony, her index finger jutted out and repeatedly jab his arc reactor. The strength behind it surprised him and led to him placing his hand onto her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.

The veins in her body started to hum a soft crimson, her eyes filled with tears as she gasped for air. She could feel her body starting to change, the heat building up begging to be released was a sign she needed to breathe.

“You and I both know that the consequence would’ve been too much for everyone to face given our current situation.” His voice was soft as if he were talking to a wounded animal; he caressed her elbow and brought her head to lay on his chest. The soft humming of his reactor brought comfort to her. (Y/N) thought back to the moment she locked eyes upon the figure of a falling Iron Man, she couldn’t put into words the emotions that coursed through her body as she watched him fall. The scream that left her mouth shook the whole room, yet it was unheard with all the chaos flying around the city.

“I know, I am just pissed off that’s all. You promised not to do that again,” her voice was petite, the vulnerability flowing off her in waves.

She pulled her head away from his chest and looked up at him, a smirk slowly making its way to her face; “And fuck you for not taking me to get some Shawarma.” She pulled herself away from him and punched him in the arm playfully. She laughed as she watches his mouth form an ‘O’ as he rubbed the pain away.

“That looked like it hurt Tony,” (Y/N) whipped her head around at the new voice and immediately relaxed once she saw it was Pepper, the strawberry blonde gave the other lady a hug on her way to Tony. They exchanged a few words before Pepper came back to (Y/N).

“I’m going back to Malibu for a few weeks, wanted to know if you wanted to come?” The woman held a look in her eyes that (Y/N) had seen before; pity, the fact that Pepper was the one to find (Y/N) in her room with the window smashed, the furniture broken and all over the place with her sat, stark naked in the middle of it all. Pepper saw the struggle clear on (Y/N)’s face when she stepped into the room. The pain. The horror. The ongoing battle within her as she tried to claw her way out of the disorientated state, she was in.

“I don’t know, I still have to do clean up here- “

“Don’t worry about it I’ve got it, go you deserve it Foss,” (Y/N) winced at the nickname and walked out the office. The two adults watched the head of (H/C) curls disappear into the mass of construction and working bodies.

“JARVIS pull up surveillance please, from her room.” Pepper’s voice was filled with an emotion that Tony couldn’t place. It didn’t matter the moment the wall in front of them filled up with an image of (Y/N)’s form sleeping in the bed.

His face showed the confusion on his face as he looked at the surveillance footage- “why am I watching (Y/N) sleep Pep?”- his eyebrows screwed together as he looked from her freckle covered face to the video.

“Just watch.” Her voice held authority that Stark did not question.

The tape speed forward for a moment, the images past quickly from her getting up and looking around the room in confusion, to her trying to open the door, to then turning around and seeing the Chitauri flying around outside her large window. She tries the door handle one last time before slowly walking to the window. Hands on it as she surveys the scene unravelling in front of her.

“Pepper?” Tony’s voice is full of question as he watches the tape pick up speed again to the moment (Y/N) catches him falling out of the sky. The veins in her body starts to pulse a deep crimson as she slams her fist against the window in anguish.

It happens to quickly that Tony orders Jarvis to rewind and slow down the tape. Pepper takes a seat on the raised platform surrounding them and places her head in her hands.

But he doesn’t notice; he’s got his eyes focused on the image of (Y/N) hunched over in pain as her body starts to become overwhelmed in light as she screams in fear, the room starts to shake. A crack forms on the window, then one crack turns into five and then five turn into hundreds of spider webs turning the triple-glazed-Tony-Stark proof window into shards that fly across the room and fall onto the people outside. The clothes burn off as her body becomes too hot, all the pent-up energy finally being released. Crimson ribbons start to flutter around her body creating a circle that envelopes her trembling body as she hunched over in pain, the furniture in the room starts to shake as it lifted off the ground and hovers in the air.

All of a sudden, the ribbons that were once dancing around her erupted outwards as her upper body was flung upwards and a silent scream left her body. Everything broke; the bed, the table, the desk, and the walls dented.

She falls to the floor quickly, her head bounces from the immediate impact. The tape fast forwards again, and throughout her body doesn’t stop glowing, humming softly as it heals itself of self-inflicted injuries. The tapes stops suddenly to (Y/N) waking up; she arches of the ground and whips her head back and forth trying to grasp onto the perplexing situation at hand. But the confusion plastered on her face is clear as glass. A shard of bright light appears in the corner of the video before slowly becoming wider, drowning the dark and bleak room in artificial light.

(Y/N)’s face turns slowly to the figure in the doorway, a series of emotions flash across her face as she tries to understand everything, anything at all.

“Tony?” The plead fell on death ears as the 176 second clip was rewound and replayed over and over again; the already clenched jaw became slack before tensing again. His forehead creased in anguish as the image of the vulnerable woman stained is mind.

“Tony?” He exhaled violently through his nostrils before hanging is head low, he screwed his eyes shut and counted to ten in his head.

‘You fucked up’

‘Again’

“I…I promised her, I’d protect her and let nothing happen to her again Pep. I promised.” His voice meagre as he inhaled deeply trying to ignore the quaking of his lungs. He looked up at the paused video, millions of thoughts swarming his already distressed head. Taking a step back he cleared his throat.

“Jarvis.”

“Yes Sir?”

“Delete the footage, erase it.”

“Permanently sir?”

“Yes”

“And what of the Bedroom Sir?”

“What bedroom Jarvis?”

“Of course, sir.”

He looked to his left at the strawberry blonde, sat calmly watching his body, waiting for it to crumple. She was reading him like always but this time she couldn’t quite understand the writing on the pages, it kept shifting from one thing to another.

“We don’t speak of this Pepper, she doesn’t remember the surge, she just remembers waking up and seeing me fall, and that is as good as it gets,” his voice was low, a whisper of a whisper. His dark brown eyes met her blue in a silent agreement.

An agreement to protect what could destroy everything. And nothing at the same time.

“Jarvis?” He raised his eyebrows at nothing waiting patiently for the response.

“You were never here sir.”

With a nod he turned and left, never looking back as he marched to find something to preoccupy his mind from combustion.

Silence met Pepper’s ears for a few minutes before the silence was filled with a small sniffle, wiping her hand underneath her nose she looked up to the ceiling blinking a few times to calm herself. She needs to control herself for her sake. Before she screams.

Nodding to no one she gets up.

Smooths out her skirt.

And leaves.

March 14th, 2015

Medical bay, New Avengers Compound, Upstate New York.

“We had to heavily sedate her so there would be no chance of a surge of any kind like you suggested Tony, her body is damaged though. He put some kind of poison in her system that is unnatural.”

His heart stuttered as he listened to the Doctor speak, ‘unnatural, what does she mean?’.

“I tested it and I couldn’t find any kind of natural compound in the substance I extracted from her blood, I don’t think it was her body trying to decompose it if that is what you’re thinking because whatever they put in her, it’s. I’m so sorry Tony,”

His heart became erratic the sound became claustrophobic, ‘what does she mean she’s sorry?’.

“It’s aim was to halt her reaction, the deadly kind so they could do something, but it did more than that Tony, it’s made her weak. She’s broken and I don’t know how to fix her.”

His heart burst, the pain was so great it became numb, it was so great he saw black spots as his vision swam, it was so great he forgot that the team was down the hall.

It was so great that he screamed.

His heart and lungs felt heavy as he forced in air to stop him from falling, he looked up at Cho and grabbed her by the shoulders, he looked into her fear painted eyes and begged, pleaded with her to stop lying.

“Tony, there is nothing I can do, it’s all up to her biology now. My machines can’t fix her, they’d kill her or make it worse. I’m sorry.” She placed a consoling hand on his cheek, a mockery to him as the apology felt empty, scares of emotion.

His eye landed on the shell of a human, his (Y/N) laid there motionless, mindless, and uncomfortably beautiful. Her dark complexion paling and lifeless.

His stomach felt twisted as he dragged in a broken breath, it settled uncomfortably within him as he continued to stare at the woman he has known since 23, he could remember the way the dimly lit dinner made her eyes shine so brightly with pain. He felt at peace for a moment when he saw the conflict flitter across her face as he drunkenly plonked down opposite her in the sticky leather booth.

They related to each other on so many levels without a word spoken, the loss and torment they both endured was what helped them come together. But their undying love and friendship was what kept them together.

The beeping became unbearable, it mocked him with the intensity of it obnoxiously loud beep. He gritted his teeth and looked down at the monitor, it looked clean and untouched, beautifully innocent for a machine.

Unlike her, lying in that bed covered in swells, darkened colours and bumps, a majestic art-piece for the psychopaths of the world.

The rhythm of the beeping was fast, it sounded like the machine was running out of breath to keep up with her heart rate. He spent years trying to keep up with her, yet this was the closet he’d been to see her so…peaceful.

“Heal for me,” he gasped out as the tears finally dripped down his face. Placing a delicate kiss on her forehead he turned and walked out the room – if he started any longer at her he would do something; he didn’t know what yet, but it wouldn’t be good.

His footsteps echoed viscously in the hallway as he marched down towards the group of heroes sat in the living room; waiting, begging, pleading that she would be okay. They better pray some more.

Natasha was the first to see Tony enter the room, she kept quiet and just watched him, standing there- catatonic. Her eyes followed the figure as it went towards the island that separated the living room from the kitchen. Those eyes were swimming in tears as they watched Tony hunch over the island, his shoulders wide and stiff as he started hard at the marble countertop.

“Tony?” Eyes snapped to the red head that asked the question, then followed her line of sight to the billionaire that looked too quiet. No one moved as the man in question looked up to meet the questioning gaze of his teammate. No one moved as he turned his back towards everyone.

But everyone flinched when the figure lurched forward and grabbed the flowerpot off the stand and throw it across the room, next were the plates and decorations on the island, they flew across the room and landed in a million pieces.

Chairs, books, spoons, and pots danced in the air and crashed onto the floor.

It went on for minutes, the display of vulnerability became too much for Tony as he stopped and looked at the mess he made, back facing the team, he looked down the corridor he came from minutes ago. It was littered with piece of broken porcelain and china.

His face remained stoic as an image of (Y/N) appeared in front of him, broken and shattered in a million pieces, too many for him to put back together.

He couldn’t fix her. No one could.

He turned to the team, “I want background on the man that did this, everything. I want no place let untouched you hear me?” the silence answered his question. He looked at his team- “Where the fuck is Rogers?”

Bucky looked at Sam and then at Natasha. They exchanged a conversation that Tony was too tired to pick up on.

“He left with K-” Nat shot the solider a look before standing up and placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“He left with her, before any of this went down. He doesn’t know.” Her perfectly arched eyebrows came together as she observed the conflict smothering Tony’s face.

With a nod the billionaire rubbed Natasha’s hand and walked away to his room not uttering another word.

But everyone felt the pressure he left behind, the severity of the situation weighed heavily on their shoulders as they all, one by one, slowly got up and put their plan into action.

But their eyes were all focused on the corridor Tony had come from, because at the end of it lay their friend and teammate fighting for her life.

March 15th 13:41pm, Downtown New York

Steve Rogers is a man of many things, loyalty and honesty is just some of them. But ever since he woke up in a different century his views have changed, not drastically but the influence of a few certain men and women can do a lot to a man.

But it wasn’t just those people that caused his views to change slightly, it was the way the world changed, the way the people changed and their views on the world. How women walked around covered in tattoos and piercing, some women walking around in barley anything.

How men no longer seemed to show women respect, grabbing them when they see fit, how the world had forgotten about all the lives lost during the war.

All his friends.

Within the first month of him awakening from the ice he had hopes that some of his past was able to hold out, anything and within minutes of that thought crossing his mind reality slapped him hard in his perfect face. Everything he knew was either changed or gone and that was that, no bullshit. And he was kind of glad about that, he knew he had to figure out what to do and he need that distraction, any distraction would be welcomed with opened arms.

After the attack of New York, he made it a priority to learn about what he missed and gain new skills, cooking being one of them. And he did, he prided himself on that, all the new skills he learnt being able to use the tablets and phone that are interactive and portable, learning that things taste so much better when there not boiled. And that he really, really feels out of place.

Although Stark offered to house him in his tower after the attack of New York, he declined. He found comfort in the separation between work and, and he didn’t really have a life outside of being Captain America. He didn’t have anything because everything in that apartment was already there when he moved in, including the food.

He worked his frustration out in the gym not far from where he lived. The same place Nick Fury asked for his helped, where he found his purpose again. But he still felt empty. So, he did what any sane person would do.

He talked to Natasha.

Now Steve Rogers is a man of simple things, he finds happiness in other people’s happiness, find love in the fact that the world is safe from the biggest threat from his time.

“You need to get laid Rogers. Simple.”

What does a man like Steve Rogers say to that, he wasn’t exactly what you would call experienced or a natural in that area of ‘expertise’, Hell he’s never seen a woman naked before let alone touch a woman with that intent. But the more Natasha explained it the more it made sense to him, the feeling of not knowing what he needs, feeling empty.

So, he tried it.

A lot.

Steve Rogers is a man of many things, honesty, sexual prowess, and loyalty are just a some of those things that have made him the man he is today, the very same man who is waking up in a bed coated in the scent of apples and cinnamon and a sprinkling of sweat covering his back.

“Turn it off,” the scent was intoxicating, so homely and warm. It reminded him of his mother’s apple pie. The way she sang as she made one once they got home from church, the love that went into a single slice made his heart grow with warmth. The scent was accompanied by the beeping that was increasingly getting louder and quicker not to mention slightly irritating.

“Turn it off,” a hand slapped him haphazardly on the shoulder as he cracked open an eye to look at the flashing red numbers that read 13:42. The numbers kept flashing in a sequence, they mean nothing to him just random flashing numbers. He wondered if he kept staring at them then maybe they’d start to say something to him.

Suddenly a hand came slithering past his head to push a button on top of the cubed alarm-clock. Bright red nail-polish was decorating the long nails perfectly, the manicured hands attached to the slender arm wrapped around his shoulders and a hot kiss was placed on his left shoulder.

He lost himself in the tingle that covered his back; the goosebumps that enveloped him in a warm embrace, he was happy this morning in his own little world. The nails gently ran down his abdomen and danced around his belly button. The chills sent a smile to his face.

Turning around his eyes swept across the face of the woman that lay beside him with her leg draped carelessly over his hip. The storm in her eyes became more apparent as the sun draped its warm caresses over their laying figures. The (E/C) was like liquid heaven, whispering to him to come take a swim.

“You want pancakes or something else?” Emerald green. Her eyes were emerald green not (E/C).

‘What are you doing?’

“Steve? Are you awake in there?” his eye flickered up to meet hers; a smile was plastered over her face, her lips looked dry from the amount of alcohol she consumed last night. She giggled and rolled over, so she was sat on the edge of the bed, stretching she reached forward to grab his shirt that was hanging off the edge of the bedside table. Slipping it on she pranced out of the door and disappeared.

“Fuck.”

Sitting up he looked over the bedroom that was covered in personal effects including the lace violent panties she wore last night. The room smelled of sex and a fruity perfume that hurt his head, last night it made his head flutter but right now it burnt his nostrils with how pungent it was. He grabbed his boxers lying next to his feet and pulled them on before walking out of the bedroom and into the open-planned living, kitchen area.

His eyes were drawn to the blue fabric swishing back and forth on the small figure at the island, her hair was up in a messy bun, strands sticking out everywhere as she bopped her head back and forth. Flour was smudge on her thigh and on the back of her neck; she looked over her shoulder at the sound of him sitting down at the island. He smiled back and just watched her. He felt calm this morning, he didn’t know what it was, but he felt oddly calm.

“You want a smoothie with it as well baby?” He just hummed, too busy watching his hands fiddle with the small Vibranium bracelet that always adorned his wrist. It was given to him on Christmas three years ago when the team did secret Santa, it took a small amount of explaining for him to understand what it was.

It was a small navy-blue plush box wearing a black ribbon tie, the letter just said ‘I noticed the ones you buy keep breaking, this unbreakable like my bond with you x’ he had a hunch about who it was from and the look of surprise on (Y/N)’s face told him, it had been on his left wrist ever since.

His thumb and forefinger rubbed the links subconsciously as he thought about (Y/N)’s words last night, how the emotion on her face looked raw and deep, he was perplexed by her to say the least. He knew about her, but he didn’t know her, and god did he want to. It seemed that she kept him at an arms distance compared to everyone else, at first, he thought it was Tony’s influence but then he saw that she had Stark wrapped around her finger. He then concluded that it was him, he was the reason she didn’t trust Steven Grant Rogers.

She trusted Captain America, when they were both on the field, she trusted him. But the moment he put the persona away and the shield down, she was back to keeping him at a distance.

“Your phones ringing.” He looked up at the sound of her voice and watched as she pointed to his phone charging on the coffee table on the side of the couch.

He numbly walked over and unplugged the phone but was a second too late to accept the call. She never called him, she never really said anything to him outside of work except a goodbye and a hello. His mind was racing as he selected redial and placed his phone to his ear as he turned around and walked back over to the island.

“It was Buck,” his husky voice drifted through the air, he nodded his head as the red smoothie was placed in front of him. Placing a kiss on the top her head he muttered a thank you as she walked past heading to sit down to eat her food.

“Thank fuck Rogers, I’ve been trying to call you all night.” He scoffed at the tone he was greeted with.

“Good morning to you to sunshine, I was a bit busy last night punk.” He smiled over his glass as he heard the clattering of a fork behind him.

“I need you in here right now Steve.” He chugged down the rest of his smoothie and sucked in a breath. He booked the weekend off, if it was an emergency, they knew the protocol.

“I’m off all weekend punk, you know this. If this is about the unfinished paperwork hand it to (Y/N), she knows the detail, she can finish them for me.” He heard silence on the other end of the phone, he called out Bucky’s name thinking the line went dead but him clearing his throat told him that he was silent for another reason.

“She can’t do that right now Steve, she’s down. Someone got to her.”

The thick glass in his hands shattered, breaking into tiny shards. Cutting his hands and his heart.

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When the Set Up Finally Pays Off - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Your Crystal Ball Ain’t so Crystal Clear - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Liquid Courage - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

A Twist of Magic - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Only Just, My Love - Loki Laufeyson x OFC

Waking Dreams - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Tony Stark -

And the Living Is Easy - Tony Stark x Reader

Love at First Touch - Tony Stark x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

The Tower Rooftop - Tony Stark x Bruce Banner

Jefferson | Mad Hatter -

His Queen of Hearts - Jefferson x Reader

Quelling a Mad Storm - Jefferson x Reader

Owning Wonderland Master List

The Tea Ceremony - Jefferson x Reader

The Meeting - Jefferson x Reader

The Dance Hall - Jefferson x Reader

Clint Barton -

Secret Sips - Clint Barton x ???

Don’t Make Me Choose - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Just a Family Man - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov

The Sweetest Reward - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov

Chase Collins -

Additional Help with the Children - Chase Collins x Reader

Secret to Fascinate - Chase Collins x Reader

Valkyrie (Brunhilde) -

Test Flight - Valkyrie x Reader

You Know I Couldn’t - Brunhilde x Sam Wilson (Valkyrie x The Falcon)

Logan -

The Calm to His Storm - Logan x Darcy Lewis

Writing Challenges -

Fucking February - Master List - Prompt List - Complete!!!

200 Follower Celebration Thang - Master List - Complete!!!

Marvel Fluff Bingo - On going...

Steve Rogers 100th Birthday Celebration Week - Complete!

500 Follower Garden Party Extravaganza! - On going...

AO3 - BlackIris

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