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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 1 year

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HI HELLO EXCUSE ME I JUST SAW THE TAGS ON YOUR LAST POST ABOUT THE POTTERY SHARDS VERSE? HE GASLIGHTS CAPTAIN AMERICA?? AND YOU CUT IT OUT????? DO YOU CARE TO ELABORATE???? I love love loooove your pottery shards and acts of... verses sooo so so much btw absolute masterpieces. It is so hard to find anything about Jack Murdock but he is just so interesting please. Also pottery shards??? mwah i love it. I usually avoid mcu stuff bc peter is always stripped down to some spineless kid, but he is SO MUCH MORE. plus it's so funny like god

It wasn’t in pottery shards. Explanation below the cut.

The scene came from a fic I have planned and partially written but no idea if I’ll ever publish. The idea was that Bucky, post Winter Soldier, ends up recovering with the vigilante community of New York, which results in Peter Parker becoming ferally protective of him. This Peter is extremely productive, mildly insane, terrible at communication, and a total ride or die. Every adult in his life is terrified as to what he is doing at any given moment, because it could be anything, and Peter will not tell them until it has already happened. he just keeps doing things and he will not fucking tell them what those things are.

as a side note, bucky in this AU adores peter to his dying breath, and he has never been more stressed out in his life. it’s like a tiny steve who has the power to fling himself off buildings and is even worse about sharing relevant information in a timely fashion--and steve let the army fucking experiment on him without letting his good ol’ pal bucky know that his last enlistment attempt worked. bucky has aged a thousand years since meeting peter. he would be stressed all day, every day, seven days a week, but he gets to time share his stress with frank castle, which alleviates some pressure.

Bucky hadn’t reached out to Steve at this point—who was tearing apart the world looking for him—and Peter was a very firm believer in bucky’s right to heal on his own timeline. So, when Steve spots Bucky near one of their old haunts in Brooklyn, he’s elated, and Bucky is less than elated.

Peter, who was coming to meet bucky, takes exception to this fact.

He just sort of gets in Steve’s way in the street, acting like a random passer-by, and Steve, in his rush to get to bucky, grabs him by his bare forearms to move him out of the way when Peter keeps getting in his path. This is, of course, exactly what Peter wants, because he immediately activates his stickiness and Steve now physically cannot let go of this obvious child.

Peter immediately proceeds to give an Oscar winning performance of “terrified child in the process of being kidnapped, please, please, this isn’t my dad, someone save me.” He tries to fuck off immediately after, but he gets snagged by Sam and dragged into Avengers tower for questioning as to what the hell he just did, how the hell he just did it, and how is he involved with bucky.

Peter decides the only way out is through and that he just has to lean into the kidnapped child thing. He just. Immediately starts gaslighting the fuck out of everyone. He didn’t do anything, that’s insane, their theory is that he can, what—become sticky at will and somehow force captain America to drag him around by the arms? he’s fourteen and an honor student and he wants his aunt, oh god is he actually kidnapped by the avengers. He cries. It’s mildly humiliating.

It’s also extremely convincing, because like. He’s fourteen and an honor student. he’s crying. Why would this random child have any affiliation with the winter soldier? And what could he have done to make Steve grab him by the arms and drag him around—become sticky at will? That’s insane.

So he convinces everyone that Steve saw someone who was just a bucky lookalike on the street, snapped, had a nervous breakdown, lost control of his own strength, and almost kidnapped a fucking child. Including Steve. Steve also thinks he had a breakdown and almost accidentally kidnapped a child. But, good news, Peter really really doesn’t want to be on Ellen as the kid who almost got Datelined by Captain America, so he’d love to just go home and never talk about this ever, please and thank you. they really lucked out of a lawsuit, if you think about it. So he manages to gaslight them into letting peter go with their profuse apologies, and they’re actively making plans to ship Steve off to a wellness retreat on one of Tony’s tropical estates, because obviously the stress of hydra and looking for bucky has just been too much for him. He snapped and almost caused the most difficult to explain PR scandal ever.

This, of course, all fails, because Peter accidentally unlocks his phone with Face ID while they’re giving him back his stuff, and a photo of him with Bucky is his home screen. He is very high intelligence, very low wisdom.

“Huh,” says Peter, into the damning silence. “I almost gaslit my way out of that like a girlboss.”

And then he immediately shoved his phone down his pants and announced that he would personally make sure that anyone who went after it would never be allowed in a school zone again. It devolves from there.

I loved it. It was so funny. It was peak chaos. Peter will never apologize for his actions. Foggy tries to get him to, and Peter says “I’m not sorry and I would do it again” and Foggy has to be like “HAHAH kids say the darnedest things please don’t press charges.” Matt keeps having to leave the room to laugh. Karen gets all teary-eyed with pride whenever Peter does does anything illegal, so she’s useless at scolding him. I had to scrap it in the end because it was a very big narrative point—Steve finding bucky again—that could be used in much more effective ways. It was devastating but made for a stronger plot.

I fully agree—a lot of fandom makes peter like, pretty spineless and helpless. I think there’s a big difference between making him young and making him a damsel which a lot of fanfiction misses. I, personally, like him insane. Ironically, pottery shards peter is probably the tamest peter i have in my drafts.

Jack murdock was this lasting point of interest for me where I desperately wanted a fanfiction where he lived and there just really wasn’t a lot of options. Lying by Omission by deniigiq was really the only thing that had fun with an alive Jack murdock, but I really, really wanted a Jack who just managed to survive canon. Roscoe Sweeney taking Matt instead was the obvious choice, which—it has such fascinating implications for guilt that I was obsessed. I’m glad you also like it.

I’m glad you’re enjoying pottery shards and acts! Thank you for the kind words!

#pottery shards #acts of contrition verse #i guess spoilers for a trashed version of a fic i may never write?#it was a kill your darlings moment

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amarriageoftrueminds · 2 years

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Don’t mind me, just thinking about how the people who had agency in getting the supersoldier serum (Red Skull, John Walker, the Flagsmashers, Peggy Carter) all became violent, borderline sadistic pseudo-vigilantes meanwhile the people who didn’t (Steve, Bucky, Isaiah Bradley) never identified themselves with their newfound power and were always cautious of it.

(Also all the 'other' Winter Soldiers, and The Abomination. There's also a parallel of this in the Kree trying to steal/harness a power accidentally bestowed on Carol, and in every Spidey villain who either deliberately or accidentally gets a power set but, unlike Spidey, immediately turns bad.)

It's baffling how dumb you have to be as a writer to keep on coming up with super specific examples of what behaviour connotes villainy in your villain characters.

And then just.... have your supposed 'hero' do exactly the same thing??

Protagonist-Centered Morality to me suggests a writer who honestly doesn't get what makes a good person good, and/or has no interest in writing 'good' characters in the first place.

They think what makes a character good is 'well, they're on the opposite side from the bad guys.' Idiots.

I've been thinking lately that the person we really should've had as a villain in the last Cap movie isn't Zemo... it's Aldrich Killian.

He's a perfect negative-image version of Steve, right down to the blonde hair.

He used to be disabled, too, but whereas Steve was chosen for healing because of his inner goodness, Killian took control of someone else's healing (Mia Hansen's), and preyed on wounded veterans, to empower himself!

And then, even after powering up, Steve remained humble, avoided the spotlight out of modesty, and used his powers to rescue soldiers.

Whereas Kilian was so embittered about not being the center of attention before, that he turned anonymity into a weapon and became ...frankly, IMO, one of the most frightening MCU villains?

Plus, imagine what Steve would feel, as a friend of Bucky's, seeing a man who has medicine that could regrow wounded soldier's limbs (as happens for a woman in IM3) but instead chooses to use it to blow up already-disenfranchised vets and encourage a climate of fear in order to make money off the MIC?

And the dude has a red dragon tattood on him!

That should've been our Serpent Society.

#antipeggy #antisteggy #p*ggy meta #mcu meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #meta #mcu #hey nonny #toAyourQ #dat's me #steve rogers #steve meta #steve's serum meta #bucky's serum meta #cynthia glass

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robotskilledmygrandma · 10 months

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A lil guide for anyone looking for some fanfiction or now my AI artworks

Hello! I accidentally deleted my pages for writing so I'm just gonna pin this post with all the info for the very few fanfics I have written and also anything I am going to post on here. Marvel Fanfiction What Should We Name Her? Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Who knew that Bucky’s undoing would have eight legs? Damsels In Distress: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Bucky Barnes x Reader. Summary: Bucky and Steve don’t usually get captured, but their missions don’t usually involve zombies. Now he has to deal with the fact that the emergency alarm went out to not only the team, but to you, his girlfriend. This is not the way to a girl’s heart.

Hogwarts Legacy Hogwarts Legacy AI Art :) AI Art WIP (that I have probably abandoned but were cool ideas) Let me know if you want me to complete them, hold me accountable! MARVEL Bucky X Reader #1: After losing his arm in a car accident, Bucky Barnes struggles with every day tasks but after already having some hired help, he refuses to get more. Natasha however, isn't having any of it and goes out of her way to hire him a private chef.

#2: I don't like tea and other lies Bucky tells himself. Bucky wakes up in a strangers house after passing out on their doorstep after a particularly bad fight. He is resistant to their help but this stranger isn't having it and takes it upon themselves to get his stubborn ass back to the Avengers Tower

#3: This is not a safehouse. The mission goes horridly wrong to no-one's surprise and the safehouse is destroyed. Steve and Bucky follow Natasha to another safehouse, except that it's not and now it's time to meet Natasha's "old friend".

#4: Lessons in apologies and being a disaster by Bucky Barnes Being a superhero is hard and Bucky can't catch a break, he's just trying to get by and start enjoying his life. But a tense encounter with a person he mistakes as a reporter makes his relationship with his new neighbour all the more strenuous that it has to be. It's Sam to the rescue.

#5 An egg for a brain. (I fucking love this one and do intend to continue it.) Bucky is well versed with Murphy's Law but this is one of those times he thinks the world is just out to get him. An accident causes Bucky to lose all his memories except for those from before World War 2. Steve is the only person he knows, he's lost in a modern world that he dreamt of living in, is struggling with the fact he can't remember shit about who he is (everyone is quick to chime in though) and to top it off, he can't seem to face the woman he fell in love with. #6: A Serious Problem It's Tuesday and portals open above New York. Again. The first on the scene is not the Avengers or even any of the other local crime-fighting vigilantes. The first person appears seemingly out of nowhere, brandishing rebar and a fiery attitude. Of all people, it's Spider-Man who they say hi to while sprinting past covered in alien blood.

Stucky - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (my beloved ship omg)

#1: Shit My Soulmate Listens To (The story of how Steve Rogers loses his mind, just a little. (Another one I intend to finish cos it's gonna be so good). It's not that Steve is a snob. Really, he isn't. It's just that he has good taste. And his Soulmate certainly does not. And he swears if he has to hear the same damn song one more time, he's going to punch someone.

#2 Becoming (My post-endgame somewhat fix-it that finally tackles the abandonment of Bucky by Steve). This is a story about heartbreak, grief, healing and self-discovery. Bucky knew that Steve wasn't returning after he put the stones back, but that didn't stop it from it hitting him like a truck. He takes a break from being a superhero, learns to be Bucky Barnes again and learns that some endings are actually beginnings.

#3: Doom. Or how Bucky Barnes got fucked over, lost an arm, went to Hell and came back laughing. (A Marvel and Doom video game crossover) Bucky Barnes has been imprisoned on the Mars UAC facility after defying his CO. He's not imprisoned though, he's a fucking test subject for a squirrely scientist named Arnim Zola whose didn't stop to think about the consequences of messing with Argent energy. After a mysterious explosion destroys the facility and leads to the worst infestation known to man, SHIELD sends the Avengers, a Rapid Response Tactical Squad led by Steve Rogers to gather intel and lock down the facility.

#4: A roommate AU Bucky responds to Steve's ad for a new roommate. It turns out food isn't just good for the soul but a fast track to the heart of the hottest man Bucky has ever met. #5: Atlas Shrugged All eyes are on Steve who frankly does not give a shit. His eyes instead are on the shield, the gaudy thing they insist is his and expect him to pick back up again even thought he doesn't remember a thing about why he picked it up in the first place. Bucky says it was because he's an idiot and never knows what's good for him. But Bucky is the only one who is against him picking it up again. "It's not your job." Bucky had said one night when they both couldn't sleep. His metal hand nursing the bottle of Vodka while he looked downright miserable. Undecided Ship #1: A Marvel and Fallout crossover, staring all the Avengers but my main man, Bucky Barnes The second the platform stops moving, Bucky’s knees buckle and he drops to the ground hard and grasps at his chest. Just like the platform, his breathing has all but stopped, panic setting in.

He gasps and gulps and tears flow quick. In all his years he has never felt desperation and grief as he does right now. All he hears are his own choked sobs on top of the silent hill and it scares him how silent everything is. Anywhere he looks there are signs of death and destruction despite the regrowing nature. Skeletons litter the ground, all the families he had passed on his way to the Vault all those years ago, and all the workers, even the Vault-Tec guy.

Instead of standing, Bucky scrambles over to the dirt around the platform, searching desperately for any signs of footprints, of life.

There are none.

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Fics With Titles That Start With G Masterlist

Gaja (ao3) - rustingroses bruce/natasha T, 11k

Summary: The doors to the prison cell slammed open, and a woman in a low-cut scarlet dress that perfectly matched her hair came striding in. Her locks curled around ivory shoulders and a gold necklace, framing a serious face. Her lips, too, matched her hair, drawing the eyes irrevocably to that full mouth, made for sin. Her clear blue-grey eyes glinted even in the dim overhead lighting. Aphrodite wouldn’t have turned her nose up at such a figure or face; if the goddess possessed even a portion of this woman’s beauty and grace, no wonder Paris had given Aphrodite the apple.

Of course, as far as he could recall, no goddess carried a pair of strappy gold heels in one hand and a gun in the other.

Huh, Bruce thought woozily as the Hulk roared with frustration and rage at this new threat. Bruce tightened his grip on the Hulk and the cage of anger that contained it, forcing it to yield to him. Bruce had chosen to be here, and had not chosen lightly. This woman would not wrest his control from him. I didn’t know hallucinations were a side effect of this drug.

Gardens of Asgard (ao3) - a_kinkajou, hermionesmydawg steve/bucky E, 11k

Summary: They were warned numerous times - don't veer off the path in the Gardens of Asgard.

Of course, Steve Rogers heeds the advice of no one. Ever.

gator around the warm beds of beginners (ao3) - napricot sam/bucky E, 39k

Summary: How Sam and Bucky get by, after Thanos is defeated. Or: the story of how two idiots become roommates, partners, friends with benefits, and maybe something more, if they could just stop being so oblivious, while they wait to find out if their Steve’s ever coming back from his trip through time.

Gentlemen Prefer Pink (ao3) - glittercake steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: Steve considers him for a moment.

“Beg for it.”

Bucky makes a terribly helpless sound, “Steve! Fucksake! Steve, please??”

He grins, stares down at Bucky’s mouth as he says the words. He’s probably a dick for getting off on it, “Nicely.”

ghosts that we knew (ao3) - wilsonsnest sam/bucky T, 46k

Summary: Sam (reluctantly) agrees to do a commission for Steve's rich but extremely reclusive friend, James Barnes.

Sam just stared at the other man, the feeling of being watched suddenly overcoming him. God, what kind of weirdo didn’t even come to greet their guests? It was one thing to be a rich recluse, but another thing to just completely ignore people wandering around your house.

“Steve, this is really weird.” Sam stressed. “This isn’t weird to you?”

Gift of Asylum (ao3) - carleton97, sister_wolf clint/darcy E, 47k

Summary: The story of how Darcy Lewis accidentally helps found the Avengers while having an epic, failboaty romance with that dude she nailed in a bar two years ago. Tasers, jackbooted thugs, Tony Stark, and life-altering job offers are par for the course when you help discover an alien/god dude with amazing pecs.

Glow (ao3) - glittercake sam/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Sam showers Bucky with compliments and ridiculous nicknames. It's not Bucky's fault that he starts falling for the guy.

Go And Make Aunt Peggy Proud (ao3) - Nanerich pepper/tony, steve/bucky, mj/peter, peggy/husband T, 19k

Summary: When Howard screws around with one of Hank Pym’s quantum theories, things go south, quickly and that in a way Peggy did not imagine in her wildest dreams: they end up in the year 2019. Luckily, a vigilante in a bright red, skintight spidersuit can help them out and take Peggy and Howard to who will be able to help them out.

Go For The Throat (ao3) - laylabinx T, 9k

Summary: Peter finds out the hard way what it means to be the Ravager mascot and Yondu uses this as an opportunity to teach him how to kick someone's ass.

Going Yard (ao3) - Brenda steve/bucky E, 41k

Summary: Going Yard: Baseball vernacular for hitting a home run.

This is the love story of shortstop Steve Rogers and pitcher Bucky Barnes, estranged childhood best friends about to be reunited on the same team.

This is a love story about New York's other baseball team, the Avengers, and their quest to claim the National League East division title.

This is a love story about going home and new friends and team bonding and first loves and how the people you're the closest to can also drive you the craziest.

But mostly, this is a love story about baseball and the boys of summer who play it.

gonna marry that boy (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/tony G, 6k

Summary: Clint runs a coffee shop with his best friend Natasha, and he has a crush on one of the customer's, but he's never actually talked to this boy. He's awkward enough as it is, and things get even more difficult once he learns who the customer is.

Good Things Come to Those Who Look (ao3) - notbeloved07 bruce/tony T, 5k

Summary: Back when Tony was at MIT and Bruce at Harvard, at some point they met--science convention, bar night, what have you--and had an instant connection. Bruce let it go, in part because he was focused on Betty, but Tony didn't have a whole lot of moments where he'd felt actual genuine connections and he held on to that encounter.

Now, after Afghanistan, Tony realises just how important those connections are and he tries to find Bruce. When he stumbles on to him in Shield's files, he talks Fury into putting Hulk on the Avengers roster, brings him in, and desperately tries to balance world-saving with hardcore flirting and coming up with ways to get Bruce to stay.

Got a Heart in Me, I Swear (ao3) - thepartyresponsible bucky/clint, steve/tony M, 36k

Summary: The pictures leak on a lazy off-season Sunday, in that muddled bit of midafternoon Clint never knows what to do with when he isn’t training. He curls up with Lucky on the couch and naps through the end of his whole damn life. And that, honestly, is pretty much perfect.

got the waves running through your thighs (ao3) - bisamwilson sam/bucky E, 2k

Summary: The first drink he’d ordered upon landing on the island was, in fact, a sex on the beach, just for the novelty of it all. Peach schnapps had never been his favorite—a fact which had thoroughly confused everyone from the time he’d started to drink—but it was the principle of the thing.

He’s drinking a piña colada now, much more to his taste, and enjoying the feeling of the sun on his skin and the sand between his toes, trying his best to not feel annoyed at how much reading Bucky saw fit to do on this vacation.

Apparently, he’d really thought she’d meant a drink.

Got to Do What You Love (ao3) - BlackEyedGirl clint/phil M, 8k

Summary: Phil has control issues, Clint has power issues, and the Avengers are a bundle of issues. It’s no wonder Maria wants nothing to do with them. Phil doesn’t seem to have a choice.

gotta make me follow through (gotta make me chase it) (ao3) - aniloquent sam/bucky N/R, 5k

Summary: The one where Sam's a hot vegan grocer and Bucky lies to get him to go out with him.

Great Unknown. (ao3) - ClaraxBarton bucky/clint T, 3k

Summary: Smugglers and dragons and karaoke and space. Oh my.

That’s it. That’s the summary. Enjoy or suffer at your will.

Ground Control to Major Tom (ao3) - Ellen Fitzwilliam Brandybuck (AFixerMuse) drax/mantis M, 39k

Summary: Waking from a centuries-long cryogenic sleep, alternate Earth astronaut Major Tommiah Jones finds herself among space pirates, in a world and time apart from her reality. Now she must do what's necessary to survive, find purpose, and perhaps avoid falling in love with trouble incarnate: Yondu Udonta. Song prompted one-shots. Humorous smut

Grow To Be (ao3) - Sororising sam/bucky T, 110k

Summary: Sam flops back down onto the bed, shoving a few of the pillows behind his head and upper back - there’s way too many for one bed; if you multiply that by thirty bedrooms there must be -

“I can’t do math when I’m drunk,” he says mournfully. “Bucky, come here and help me do math.”

Bucky lets out a small laugh. “Bet you say that to all the girls.”

Sam doesn’t know how to unpick that sentence. He isn’t even going to bother trying; he just waves his arm around in Bucky’s general direction, hoping that he’ll make contact eventually.

Grumpy Coffee Kitten (ao3) - rebelmeg harley/shuri, mj/peter, bucky/darcy, clint/natasha T, 26k

Summary: When Clint Barton, the owner of Bean There, Brew That, takes off on an extended vacation, he leaves his coffee shop in the hands of his trusted sidekick, Darcy Lewis. Darcy is not prepared for this, but that's not going to stop her from keeping the shop going, keeping her sassy baristas in line, and maybe getting a tiny bit smitten with the new regular that started showing up, looking like a sleepy assassin and cooing at his coffee.

Bucky Barnes is a former soldier trying to deal with the effects of PTSD, at the encouragement of his best friend and not-actually-a-therapist Sam Wilson. It might have been sort of an accident the first time he steps into Bean There, Brew That, but it's a first step in a really good direction. He likes the coffee shop, he likes the people that run it, and he definitely likes the sugar-soaked monstrosities that they make for him on a daily basis.

What could possibly go wrong with putting a recovering veteran in the hands of a bunch of sarcastic baristas with access to legally addictive stimulants? The answer is... not much, actually.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #ficsg #ficsg masterlist #masterlists

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fuckyeahdarcylewis · 1 year

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Vigilante Thanksgiving

by ArtemisGarden

“You know they call her the vigilante whisperer, right?” Natasha whispers in his ear. Clint just groans in response.

Words: 650, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Darcy's Accidental Vigilante Acquisition

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Claire Temple, Karen Page, Frank Castle, Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Vigilante Collecting, Found Family, Thanksgiving, Darcy is a mother hen, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Fluff, Deaf Clint Barton, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Clint Barton's Apartment Building, Vigilante Safe House

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Darcy Lewis'#Darcy Lewis #fanfictions #mcu

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old-fic-recs · 2 years

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Living On My Own by rekishi

James Barnes is back in the world and finds that not only has there been 1) an alien invasion, but 2) Howard Stark had a kid. One that dispenses unsolicited life advice, no less. Oh, and 3) Captain America is alive again, after getting himself killed by his own recklessness in a move so stupid only Steve could have come up with it. In which James learns to do laundry, turns into an accidental neighborhood vigilante and makes Tony Stark a happy grease monkey, all while he figures out where to stake his claim.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies); Marvel Cinematic Universe

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers; James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes; Tony Stark; Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Vigilantism; POV Bucky Barnes; Thor Needs a Hug; Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Recovered Memories; Blood and Gore; Tony/Cybernetic Arm!OTP

Language: English

Published: 2014-08-30

Words: 26107

#fic rec #marvel mcu #captain america #stucky

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pagesfromthevoid · 2 years

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A Really Good Lawyer | m.m.

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

A False God drabble

In which Matt Murdock is just a really good lawyer

Word Count: 729

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is so stupid, I’m sorry.

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Laying with her legs hanging off the back of the couch, she watched the news absentmindedly. It was the same stories every day. Crime here, people showing up there, vigilantes doing this. It wasn’t really anything special until suddenly a breaking news bulletin blared across the screen. Matt walked out of the bedroom, fixing his tie as he laughed at her falling over on the couch from surprise.

“Spider-Man’s real identity —“ Mysterio gasped. She scrambled up, moving closer to the TV. “Spider-Man’s identity is Peter Parker!”

There was a barrage of gun shots and the video went dead, Peter’s voice in the background ordering the kill. Matt frowned deeply.

“Oh for fucks sake.”

Matt’s brow furrowed as he picked up his jacket now. “Parker? Like May Parker? She heads FEAST in Hell’s Kitchen.”

She nodded. “That’s his aunt. But yeah,” she explained. “He’s just been accused of murder. We all have, but like —“

“We all haven’t been accused of murder —“

“Okay St. Matthew,” she gave him a pointed look, though she knew he couldn’t see it. “He’s gonna need a lawyer.”

There was a pause between them. She watched him expectantly. Matt knew what she wanted.

“No.”

“C’Mon, Matt. He’s just a kid —“

“The last time I represented a vigilante, he said he’d rather be in jail —“

“Okay but Bucky’s your friend now —“

“I don’t like him.”

“Okay but you love me.”

“Fine.”

*****

He shouldn’t have taken this case.

No, actually he should have because after going through the charges, Peter was absolutely innocent.

The issue wasn’t that he was guilty. Peter was a good kid with a good head on his shoulders. And Matt liked May; she was a good influence. She did wonders for the people of Hell’s Kitchen. Even Happy, who was guilty as hell of his own charges, wasn’t that bad. The case wasn’t the issue.

The issue was that Matt was stupid.

And his girlfriend was going to give him so much shit for it.

“Well?” She asked, sitting on his desk at the office as he walked in. “What do you think?”

Matt set his briefcase on the desk, folding up his cane and setting it beside his case. “He’s going to be fine.”

The sigh of relief made Matt smile; she cared a lot about the kid. He was really the only connection to the Avengers she had left —who she wanted to interact with, anyway.

“They have to move out of the apartment, though,” he continued, sitting down. His hand rested on her knee gently.

“Why?”

“Someone threw a brick through his window.”

“Ah shit,” she sighed, shaking her head. But then she perked up. “Did you see his like weird tingle thing that he has? Kid can sense danger a mile away. I bet it rivals your senses —“

“Uh, yeah, about that.” He felt his ears burning, embarrassed by the stunt he accidentally pulled. “He didn’t catch it.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I did.”

There was a long pause, where she watched him closely and he could feel her stare. If looks could kill, he’d be a dead man.

“Repeat that, please.”

“I caught the brick.”

Papers shifted and he whipped his hand up to stop her from hitting him with a file that she had snatched up.

“Matthew Michael Murdock! You are blind! You shouldn’t be able to catch a brick!” She exclaimed, hitting him with the file over and over. Matt had given up and let her hit him, since it didn’t actually hurt.

“I didn’t think about it!”

“He’s the literal only person who could have caught it besides you! You should have just sat there!”

“It was a reflex!”

“How did you explain it?” She demanded, looking down at him. His face got hotter as he refused to answer. “Matthew. How did you play it off?”

He sighed, mumbling as he covered his face with his hands. “I said I was a really good lawyer.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said I was a really good lawyer,” he said louder, taking his glasses off to rub his face.

“Oh my god.” She covered her own mouth, holding back laughter. “Listen to me,” she said, moving to rest her hands on his shoulders. “I love you so much.” He frowned some, brow furrowing as her laughter continued. “But you’re a fucking idiot.”

“In my defense, I am a really good lawyer.”

“Shut the fuck up, Matt. I’m telling Foggy.”

“Wait no —“

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— MASTERLIST —

Oneshots and series are below the cut in oldest to newest order. Status of each series is next to it, but none have a daily schedule. Messages and asks are open to anyone, but please be mindful of your words. Warnings are given before each fic and are not optional. If I have forgotten to add a warning, please let me know. But know that if I have given the warning and you read the fic, are triggered, and then complain to me about it, I will not give a shit. That was your responsibility.

TAGLIST FORM

Enjoy!

— BUCKY BARNES —

— ONESHOTS —

Time off

Bucky accidentally hurts you during sparring

Truthfully Hurt

A misunderstanding between you and Bucky leads to a late night talk in the kitchen.

Night’s Flare

For Bex’s 1.5k Meme Challenge

Caught Up In The Moment

For Gab’s 3K Wirting Challenge

Doll’s Pleasure

Bucky wants to pleasure his doll, you.

Remembering

After an injury, you lose your memory.

Why I Love You

Bucky asks you why you love him.

Thoughts

Bucky needed you. Bucky loved you.

Didn’t Need Him

You didn’t need Steve and he finds out the hard way.

Dancing

Bucky comes home to a lovely performance and has an equally lovely surprise.

I’ve Got You

Bucky doesn’t need anything else—anyone else.

Just A Kiss

Bucky gets a little jealous of the new agent.

Listening To You

Bucky got hurt on a mission and you give him a piece of your mind.

— SERIES —

Brought Us Together [Completed]

Give It To You [On Going]

Guilt Doesn’t Suit You [Paused]

A Soul & Heart [Paused]

— STEVE ROGERS —

— ONESHOTS —

On The Run

Steve and you confess your feelings while on the run

Bar Meeting

Someone catches your eye at the bar.

Christmas Proposal

Steve’s proposing to you in front of your whole family during Christmas and is a nervous wreck.

Vigilante

Steve finally figures out that you’re a vigilante.

Love or Hate // Love or Hate Part 2

Steve and you have a strong feeling towards each other called hate.

Steve tries to make it up to you, but he can’t control everything.

Nightmare Cuddles

You find comfort in Steve after a nightmare.

Long Time Love

You come back to the Avengers to help.

Terrible Feeling

You’re sick and Steve makes a great nurse.

Fight With Me

You want Steve to fight with you, for you, but he doesn’t have the same thoughts.

Tough Break

After a particularly bad month at the hospital, you want nothing more than to let it all out.

— CHRIS EVANS —

— ONESHOTS —

Fight

Chris had a rough day at work, but he lashes out on you.

For You

Chris and you both care more for each other than yourselves.

High Fever

You wake up with a high fever and give Chris a scare.

You’re a Kid

You say that Chris is a kid.

Insecure

Request! Chris is insecure when a photo of you and a costar arises.

Words

Chris takes care of your baby son while you sleep.

A Golden Heart

Request! A nice afternoon to walk Dodger while Chris is away turned into a nightmare.

— SEBASTIAN STAN —

— ONESHOTS —

Sleep

Sebastian’s away for filming while you’re pregnant.

Photographer

You’re Sebastian’s photographer and friend, but there’s something more to your relationship.

You’re Drunk

Sebastian isn’t really himself when he’s drunk, but you couldn't care less.

#bucky barnes x reader #mcu #x reader #x y/n #bucky barnes #steve rogers x you #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #captain america #steve rogers #james buchanan barnes #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans #sebastian stan

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Masterlist

Last updated: 10/21 /2022

Newest fic - 🌙

My Etsy shop

I’ve been writing a lot more so I thought I’d put together this masterlist for all of y’all! (I made all the collages myself!)

If you want to be added to my taglist fill out this form

Smut *

Angst 💔

⚡️Peter Maximoff⚡️

💫 Series

✨ Oneshots/Headcannons:

🌙 Steven Grant 🌙

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Sleepy Mornings: Steven convinces you to skip work and spend the morning cuddling him

Just a kiss: Steven finally gets to kiss you

Secret*: after overstimulating Steven you find out he has a mommy kink

🌙Marc Spector 🌙

After Hours with You: You paint Marc’s nails while you both enjoy a rom com

Touch Ups: Marc tries to fix his nail polish that he accidentally ruined (Pt. 2 to after hours with you)

At Last: Pt 2 to Secret, it’s Marc’s turn

🔎 Colin Zabel 🔎

💫 Series

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

🌼Kyle Spencer🌼

Kyle Spencer Blurb

Finger Painting With Kyle

🎧 Cooper Day 🎧

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Being Cooper’s First kiss: Headcannons about what it was like being Cooper’s first kiss

Shut up: You had been in love with Cooper ever since you were kids. One day when he’s talking about Emily you just snap and accidentally confess your feelings for him.

Coopers favorite things to collect

Right handed or left handed

💥 Warren Lipka 💥

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Take me Home Tonight: Warren accidentally confesses to you and is forced to realize that he’s been in love with you for a while now. This is Evan’s warren lipka I just wanted to specify

Masterpiece: While look at a particular artwork in a museum you encounter a mysterious man. One whose charm blinds you to his true motives

Lifeguard on duty: Warren was supposed to be looking for a summer job but when he sees you on the beach he decides to become a lifeguard. And hopefully confess his feelings for you

Cuddling with Warren Blurb

📷 Charles (Safelight) 📷

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons

Strangers: A oneshot based off the movie Safelight with Evan Peters. In which the reader asks Charles if he’d like to slow dance with them.

🐍 Loki Laufeyson 🐍

✨Oneshots/Headcannons

Proposing to Loki

Loki Falling for a Cheery Reader

Loki with A Mortal Reader

Horned Brothers: headcannons about Loki petting all the goats at the petting zoo

Undivided Attention:* lately you’d been spending all your time with Thor as his royal advisor so you decided to make it up to Loki. Letting him remind you who you belong to

Fly with me*: You are a flight attendant on the plane with Loki, after flirting back and forth you guys decide to have some fun in the airplane bathroom.

Madam A God Does Not Plead*: You overstimulate loki until he breaks and begs you for his release

A New Beginning: You are a TVA agent trying to capture Loki after his escape. You find him sitting alone after watching his whole life end on the projector and instead of arresting him you comfort him

Our Last Summer: While at the TVA Loki finds one more memory that they tried to hide from him. Based on the ABBA song our last summer

⭐️ Bucky Barnes ⭐️

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Dating Bucky Barnes would Include

🎸 Warren Worthington the Third🎸

✨ Oneshots/ Headcannons:

Beautiful - you and your boyfriend are on a break but he still asks you to come to his band’s show. You agree and unexpectedly bump into someone.

Warren Worthington With a Praise Kink*

💕 The Evans 💕

How the Evans kiss

The Evans with a Hispanic/ Latinx reader

The Evans Favorite Halloween Candies

Mother’s Day: Headcannons about how the Evans and your kids treat the reader on Mother’s Day

Cockwarming with the Evans pt.1*

Cockwarming with the Evans pt. 2*

Pegging the Evans*

Pegging the Evans pt. 2

💙 Adrian Chase (Vigilante)💙

Man I love you: Adrian chase accidentally says I love you for the first time

Adrian buying snacks for you in his vigilante costume

💛 Other Works 💛

Christmas in July Requests🎄❤️🎁

300 Follower Celebration Requests 💛

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow: You plan to leave James after realizing you are no longer happy at the hotel. But you can't bring yourself to tell him (James March x reader)

Close:* precut Kai Anderson smut

A Good Host:* You and Kit are having friends over for dinner but he can’t wait till it’s over. So he decides to have his fun with you during dinner (kit walker x reader smut)

Be A Good Boy: Mobius smut

Love me, love me, love me: Druig calls on you but his request is one you can’t accept, but he won’t let you refuse it either

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orange, yellow, red [v]

matt murdock x fem!reader word count: 4.5k warnings: sometimes, emotions burst. [edited on phone, sorry team]

series masterlist

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Even when you worked with Steve, you didn’t want to do it.

There’s a thin line, one for anyone who finds themselves in predicaments such as these.

You knew that from dating Matt.

The worst part is the line is so easy to step over you can do so without even knowing. Not even meaning too, just finding themselves over the otherside. Sometimes, you wonder if that’s what happened to Matt.

If one bad night, he’d grown tired of the power of his suit, and committed to a redder one, one with a mask and Billy Club.

Because the line is thinner than people think. Especially when all that stands in the way is a tiny blade on the end of a handle; especially when the reasoning is saving the greater good.

Just in case.

Those were Steve’s words, not yours.

You didn’t want to be a hero. You just didn’t want to be defenceless.

Not when you couldn’t be sure someone was looking out for you on roofs and down alleyways. Not when you knew who he’d gone up against, how their reach stretched to all corners of the city.

You also didn’t know you would be any good. Never once imagining that the perfect aim was anything more than precision and quick calculations. You’d always been good at maths, always able to think quickly on your feet.

But, even as you stared at his hand, knowing what he was about to ask before he did. You saw the line.

The thin one.

The one Matt had stepped over and now danced on the other side of. The one which ruined things.

It didn’t matter that you pleaded with Steve to drop it.

He did all the same.

Easing you in, asking you to just hold it. Placing it in your hand, all balanced and thick-handled. And when you’d done that, he asked if you could hit a target.

That’s when you’d handed it back to him.

Staring at him in disbelief. But he didn’t take no for an answer. Because of course, Captain America wouldn’t let something go. Forcibly urging you to try, before folding his arms.

I don’t do that, Rogers. I’ll change your password, reprogram your security and help you search for an address. I am no hero, no vigilante. No knife-wielding anti-crime night wanderer.

He didn’t let up.

He’d see you each day, asking you to come down and train. But you knew what accepting would mean.

There wouldn’t be punching bags or weights, but knives and targets. All because you’d been good at darts, all because you’d obliterated Sam at pool, and all because he’d notice you never missed. Not once.

And when his sweet talking got him nowhere.

Then he got Barnes. Bucky.

What, Rogers? Needed to get a metal arm to twist mine? Maybe I just think you can hit it. Oh, I can Barnes. But, the proof isn’t always in the pudding. Sweetheart, I have no idea what that means, but maybe less talking and more showing.

He meant it in jest, you knew that.

As grumpy as Bucky had been, as silent as he’d been, in time due to late nights and him not sleeping, you’d made him laugh. In time, he made you smile. You even became suspicious he didn’t keep forgetting his password accidentally, too.

But, you didn’t laugh then.

Not when Bucky used the same affectionate name.

Not when he ripped open all the wounds you’d delicately sewn over time.

It stung. All of it.

The fact you were not as healed as you thought angered you all over again.

Because how could a man you hadn’t seen, didn’t even talk to, cause such undoing. How could a nickname, a pet name, undo all of the smiles and laughter you’d stored in your chest.

And then you blinked, watching Bucky’s teasing gaze turn hard, all misty and blue eyes—trying to not look as if he wants to see you throw it as much as Steve.

Don’t call me that. What? ‘Sweetheart’. Why?

You couldn’t answer, and yet you knew that was an answer in itself.

And even then, when his eyes softened, and you only focused on him—and not on Steve—you should have walked away. Because no good comes from a pair of blue eyes softening as they take you in, when you’re being held together by sheer determination and pain; heartache and anger.

In your quietness, you twisted the knife around your finger. Gripping it more purposefully before you pull your gaze away. Looking at the target, hating how you’ve always known—that you could hit it all without training.

If I do this, you won’t ask me to do it outside of this room? We won’t.

But you knew, even then, you couldn’t believe him.

It was like ripping the bandaid off; unveiling who you really were.

The training was a warm-up, getting your muscles to awaken to who you could be. Your blood ready to pound, your skill ready to be put to use.

Because you weren’t injected with serum or fallen into radioactive substances. You were just you. Someone who’d always known exactly where to hit, exactly where to throw. Always getting paper into baskets and able to catch anything thrown your way—in reason.

It’s just good maths.

But you’d pulled your arm back that day, knowing it was all a lie.

A lie which saved the one person who mattered.

You throw it with the same precision you’d shown that day—and then some. Your eyes focusing on the tip of the blade, watching how it glints under the stars and the moon; how it rotates and rotates, slicing through the air, feeling your lips parting as you gasp. Hoping, praying, trying to focus on Matt shifting behind the intended target.

Wondering how one man can always be so injured.

Then it lands. It meets its desired target.

The sound one you’re never going to shake. One you’re sure Matt hears at the same time as your heart shatters, because even if Steve had lied that day, you had never thrown a blade outside of training. Outside of targets made of fluff and leather.

And now, the knife, your knife has plunged into the side of the man’s leg, throwing him off. A perfect aim as you charge at him, hearing your jean covered thighs rub as you do so before you grasp a fistful of the back of his head, driving him into the ground thankful his body slumps.

Just thankful.

Staring at him, how he doesn’t twitch or move. Knowing he’s alive, but your brain begins to lie all the same.

Feeling unnecessary.

Being unnecessary.

In a world with real heroes, you seem ridiculous.

Lifting your head, you can only swallow as you stand straight.

The cold of the night washes over you, chilling you. Suddenly you’re unsure how your friends do this and have zero regrets; unsure how Matt does this, and how the sound ever leaves his heads of weapons meeting muscle and flesh.

And then there’s more groans, more people awaking from their soft slumber Matt caused.

And then the two of you coordinate.

Your interruption threw off the rest of them, some having been dazed, some who wished they were. And it’s only when the night goes silent, when you too can hear distant sirens and shouting, you relax. Not properly, but enough.

Enough that your body drains of adrenaline, instead being replaced with dread and fear.

Glancing around, remembering Foggy, finding his eyes behind Matt’s. His face as surprised as yours would have been in his situation. Because there’s knowing and there’s seeing.

“We should get out of here.”

Foggy snorts. “You think?”

Wincing, you retrieve your knife, wiping it on the man’s jeans as you slowly sheath it. Looking at his face, leaning down.

Nothing familiar, and you should be glad. You should be.

But you retrieve his wallet from his pocket, reading his name.

One you suddenly recognise.

One appearing in your mind on the ongoing list you’ve been creating of people who know them. The ones you’re both hunting.

A name proving even without vision, Matt’s found them.

Matt Murdock found the Slug-People.

“You’re an idiot.”

Matt smirks, limping over to you.

“Murdock, don't.” You shoot him a glare, shaking your head. “I’d save your strength.”

His lips quirk, and you look around, hating how beautiful the city looks. Hating that it’s this which takes him from you each and every time.

You hear him ask Foggy how you’re here at the same time as your phone vibrates in your pocket. Pulling it out, walking back in the direction you came from before you answer it.

“What are you doing?”

Opening the roof door, propping it open before nodding to the others, you try to smile. “What’d you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

Biting the inside of your mouth, you smile. “Sorry?”

“What do you need?”

Smiling you bit your lip. “Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

To get out of here. To run.

“I need you to let me do this,” you say quietly, looking behind you, seeing Foggy holding Matt up. “The knife slipped out of my hands.”

And you end the call, before Bucky gets a chance to say anything else.

+++

You lie to the cab driver, something he hates that you do for him.

But then, he hates a lot of the things you do for him.

How you grab him some clothes from a vendor on the street. Handing him a large tote bag, mentioning how it ironically says he loves New York.

How the silence stretches on, filling the car from the moment the three of you get in to even when Foggy gets out.

He hears your phone ringing, and ringing.

He hears how you breathe in more each time you silence it, as if there’s something else growing in the silence, the only words you speak are when you pay the driver, before you hiss and curse. Your body freezing when you’re both outside his place.

And he hears it.

The steady heartbeat from your place of work, the scent of a wooden aftershave mixed with oil.

“Matt?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I have a minute?”

He nods, unsure what else he’s supposed to do.

Entering the building, but not climbing the stairs. Just in case.

Just in case, he’s not sure.

He doesn’t want to listen, but even if he goes upstairs and runs a shower, he still will. He can’t help it, won’t help it. In his mind he calls it protection, one you don’t want or ask for, but he gives all the same. All without trying.

James.

That’s his name.

You use it, firmly, stopping short of him but close enough for neither of you to need raised voices.

You hurt? You tracked me. You can unhook from Stark’s network all you want, but I know you. I know you have woven your own thing in there. So, I'll ask again, are you hurt?

Matt runs a hand down his face before moving it around his neck, his muscles aching, throbbing. But it’s his heart he’s more bothered about.

How it beats half-heartedly, wanting to go outside and pull you.

No. I’ve been trained well, after all. Geez, sweetheart. You can’t do this to me. Buck, I’m so— No. I don’t want… fuck I don’t want you to apologise. I want you to be safe. Well, I’m safe. Are you?

He stops breathing.

Just for a second. Waiting, hoping.

You don’t know him. Do you?

More is said in the silence than the conversation. How steady both your pulses are, how he can hear your sighs and his heavy breaths. As if there’s more in the air neither of you want to speak.

And he hates it.

Matt truly, fucking hates it.

And he has no right too.

Because you’re not his. Not in a way where he can be mad.

I’m not coming home. You should. But I won’t. He can come. How kind of you, but no. Do you know what you’re doing? Honestly? No. It’s bad, Buck… it’s really fucking bad. They blew a building up. I know. It almost killed me. I’m very aware they blew up the building. Ask me. What? Ask me to help you. Ask me and I will. You know I will.

But, you don’t.

Bidding him, Buck or James or Bucky, goodbye.

And, Matt doesn’t understand why.

And then you’re beside him, hand on his arm as the two of you silently climb the stairs. Neither saying anything, the occasional grunt or sigh filling the silence. Even as you open the door, letting him in, helping him slide out of his clothes, fingers brushing over his skin as you assess him.

“So, you’re good at throwing knives?”

“You don’t get to do that.”

Matt raises his brow, smirking. “I don’t?”

“No,” you say, and he hears you clear your throat, “I’m still mad at you.”

He expects that, so he lets you patch him up.

Then he showers, washing the night from his skin, hearing you walk around his place, the fridge opening before slamming shut.

It’s when he steps out, tasting iron on his tongue does he realise you’re hurt. It’s small. But it’s still marred your skin. It’ll still likely scar, no matter how good your aim was.

“Beer is on the counter.”

“I’d say thanks, but they’re mine,” he comments.

But you don’t laugh.

Normally you laugh.

But, you’re trying to act busy. Your fingers only pausing in their typing, hearing your stomach plummet, practically sensing how dread fills you as you swallow. Your eyes aren’t burning his skin, not like they usually do. Instead, they’re avoiding him.

“I think I may have given away too much when I tried to find you. I was sloppy.” Your pulse is rising, sounding louder in the silence. “And, before you ask me, I'll admit it. I put a tracker on you.”

“I did know,” he says, slumping into the sofa opposite you.

Hearing you close the lid of your laptop, the click louder than normal, before he listens to how you lick your lips, how you let out a heavy breath.

“I could… well I heard it,” he adds.

He hears you move, shift in your position as you take another sip of your beer—him placing his own on the table.

“You didn’t turn it off?”

“No,” he says, hoping it says more than words. “I didn’t.”

He wonders if you’re frowning. If your shift in heart rate isn’t because you’re confused. Most of all, Matt hopes you put it there for the reasons he hopes you did—and not because of something else.

“I feel I should ask you why you put it on me to begin with?” he snorts. “I mean, I’m impressed, but… a man has to wonder.”

More silence—from you anyway.

For him, the city is thrumming around them.

Horns blaring, people arguing; your body it’s own personal choir over there. Stomach growling, twisting in the discomfort; your lips rolling against the other, heart busy thumping from nerves in your chest.

He wants to soothe you, wants to crawl on his knees over to you and pull you close.

Because he thinks you both need it—and from how quickly Foggy left the car, Matt thinks his friend knows it too.

“I just don’t want you to die on a rooftop.”

He nods. “Because you’d miss me?”

“Because I don’t want you to die on a rooftop.”

“How will I, when you can throw a knife with such precision?”

Snorting, he’s sure you roll your eyes. “You're not funny. And, you’re pushing.”

He goes silent, because he’s sure you know what he means.

“I just had to be sure I could protect myself.”

“That isn’t learned, Sweetheart.”

“I know,” you continue, teasing having vanished from your voice.

He wants to ask.

But he doesn’t.

You’ll tell him when you’re ready. You’ll share what’s happened since the time before now and the last. Even if he knows he won’t like it from the steady thrum of your heart and the sweat peppering your skin.

“Should I also be impressed you aimed for his leg, and hit it.”

He hears you scoff. “And, how could you even know that?”

“Because you felt bad for even throwing it.”

Your mouth opens and closes, he hears it. Hearing how your lips come together and part, before you lick them.

He scoffs inwardly. “You’ve never hurt someone, have you?”

“Except you.”

"Physically."

You sigh. "No."

He nods.

Because he suspected it, even the night you threw one at him to prove a point. Your heart panicked the moment it left your fingers, it hammered and paused before the blade even came close to him.

You’ve trained, precision down to a tee, even then.

“They haven’t let you because they care about you.” Because He cares about you.

He shouldn’t pull on this thread, he knows it.

He can already feel what it’s going to unravel. Not sure he can take hearing about how you're in love with someone else. Not sure he can deal with the girl he loves not wanting him back.

“Well, I’m very easy to care about.”

Smiling, Matt sighs. “I can’t argue with that.”

“It was my choice. Not to, though,” you say, sighing heavily. “I don’t…—even more so now—know how you can do it. How can you get that sound out of your head?”

“You just do.”

“Because what? The greater good? A better city?”

Matt rolls his lips, leaning forward, trying to ignore the bitterness in your tone, the way it’s laced to your words. How everything has suddenly shifted, the air between you, the comfortableness.

How suddenly all of the unsaid things have grown out from the walls, tangling around the two of you, thrumming with the same beat as your two hearts.

And he wonders if the two of you will ever get over it. Move away from the past.

Will he ever be able to make up for last time. For choosing wrong, even if he still feels he chose right.

“You can walk away. If this is too much.”

From me. From this.

From us.

He doesn’t dare say the words, but he knows they’re in the air. Hanging there.

They’ve been there since the moment he pressed your spine into his mattress. Been there since the last time he whispered he loved you against your hip.

“Oh, I bet you’d love that.”

“Don’t put this on me—”

“If I leave, you won’t have to worry, right?”

Matt’s mouth opens, before closing. Just like yours earlier.

“Exactly. But, no, I’m not going. And no, you can’t get rid of me because that’ll make it easier for you. You don't get to fight and get hurt, and just take it and be a martyr. You don’t get to do this alone.”

He reaches for his beer, swallowing some as he feels your eyes pierce him. Digging under his skin, trying to pinch and pull at all the parts of him.

“Well, I work better alone.”

You scoff, punchier, louder. “You fucking asshole. You know that? You know it's a choice to be this difficult. Unless, knowing it's you, it's purposeful. Like you did with Karen. Foggy. All so I run before you can do something to fuck it up?”

“You’re the one looking for an excuse, sweetheart. Not me.”

Laughing mockingly, you clap. “Of course, I’m the one looking for an excuse. How stupid of me.”

His chest rises and falls, his jaw shifting from side to side as he clenches his fist—let’s his shoulders relax.

He forgets how quick you are until you’re at each other’s throats.

How both of you know the other so well, know where to hit, where to hurt. Forgetting how hard it hammers it down when it rains between the two of you.

Hearing you stand up, fighting to follow you, to pull you close. Pushing you against the wall, and ripping off whatever stands in the way. To fuck the bitterness out of you against whatever surface he can find. Suck that spot on your neck, the one which makes you mew.

“Fuck, I hate you—“

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he snaps, standing, moving towards you quicker, more purposefully. “I think you say that because you want me to believe it. So I don’t push. So I don’t get you to tell me how you really feel.”

“What, so you can hurt me all over? Have me confess like a fucking choir girl and then have me on my knees before you break my heart? Have me fall in l-love...”

Your voice cracks.

And it does something to him. It fragments his anger, subsiding the annoyance at the man downstairs and the games the two of you play.

He just feels it all rising up inside of him, snaking around his throat and his thoughts. The one which he continuously buries.

It would be easier to continue to.

But he knows this is needed. The air has been peppered with tension since he kissed you, since the two of you spent hours reacquainting yourselves with the other.

He thought it was this—the bombings and the men they’re hunting for. But it hits him, only as your voice and your body sing different songs.

“Sweetheart—“

“Stop... S-stop calling me that.”

Your tone isn’t angry, but hurt. Wounded. Like a small animal who wants to hide.

It doesn’t suit you.

And then he can sense the tears, and hear the one clinging to your bottom lash, dangling before they eventually fall, hitting your cheek.

And it hurts. It kills him.

It’s far worse than anything he’s felt for a long time; it hurts more than breathing when he’s been dealt bruises and had knife wounds. It aches more than anything he’s felt since the last time you left.

Because he’s never been over that.

Not for a second.

He pretends—like he’s the world's best actor.

But, you’re a fixture. You’re supposed to be there. There’s a place carved out in him just for you, and he’s not sure you’ll ever understand.

Not sure how you ever could.

Unless there’s a place carved inside you too. A place where he fits with his horns and his glasses; a place where you don’t hate him for sitting on rooftops or fighting in a court.

He doesn’t think you do.

He doesn’t think you’ve hated him for a while.

“Sweetheart…”

He hears you break. A shudder, a light sob you try to muffle, and he almost closes the gap. Almost pulls you flush against him so you can fall apart and he can be the one to put all the pieces back.

Reaching out, his fingers brush your arm. Softly feeling down, finding their way to your wrist before he takes your hand. You tense, unsure whether to pull away, but he’s glad that you don’t.

He’s more than glad, he’s joyous.

“Talk to me—“

“I’m in love with you, dammit.”

His fingers loosen on your hand as he hears more tears fall as you slide your hand from his.

“I am so in love with you, it hurts. It actually hurts, Matt. And, worst is, I’ve never stopped, not even when I really, really wanted to. Not even when a nice guy, who has as many issues as you and has a metal limb comes my way. I just think, he’s not Matt fucking Murdock.

“You doomed me, from the moment you took me for food and made me laugh. You ruined me, the moment you told me you wanted to protect me—save me. And now, here we are, bruised and cut from a pissing explosion. I’m putting tracking devices on your clothes because I can’t lose you, I can’t live without you. And I can’t go home, where my bed doesn’t smell like you, because walking away is going to kill me.”

Your hands clap together, a sob escaping as they do before he hears you take a breath.

“At some fucked up point you made a hole in me I can’t fill. A thought I can’t run from. A person I look for even when I walk back late at night, wondering if you’re there, looking for me as I’m looking for you,” you say, adding a laugh as you wipe your face. “So, I love you. I am in love with you. I’m not looking for an excuse to run, I’m looking for a reason why it’s worth staying, when I know how this goes. When I know I’m not enough, that I can’t have nights in bed with you unless you’re almost blown to bits by a bomb. And, as much as it hurts to pretend I’m not, saying I hate you makes it easy to be around you, while I’m carrying all of this. While I’m waking up each day, thankful I don’t have a missed call from Foggy telling me you went and fucking died.”

He’s not sure he can hear your heart—not over how much his own is thundering.

Not over how clammy his hands are, how his mind is darting from thought to thought.

He’s so focused on the words you’re saying, he’s sure the world could blow to smithereens and his reaction time would be the same as anyone without his gift.

You move past him, your nails meeting the neck of the beer bottle as you drink, and drink until the bottle drains. “So. There you have it.”

And the air settles.

His place calming, all of the anger vanishing from the air as he listens, just listens to how you breathe without the weight on your shoulders.

And he’s not sure if he should charge at you, or speak.

Wanting to sweep you off your feet, show you all the ways why he’s in love with you. He knows a performance—as exceptional as it is—isn’t what will convince you.

“You’re mine too,” he begins.

Focusing for a moment on your heart, pleased it rises a bit.

“You can’t do this… Not when you’ll do it again. You’ll break my heart again.”

“I won’t….” His lips find yours, brushing over them softly before clutching your cheek. “I couldn’t.”

Your hand finds his hip, apprehension in your body as it stammers close to him. “Why?”

“Because I hate you too, sweetheart.”

You laugh, and it’s like music.

Like a song he’s always known and only now realises he’s been missing.

It’s different from the ones he’s known for a while, but the same as the one from before. Listening to how the backing track is your heart thudding against your chest, needing to pull you close so he can feel it against his own.

That’s when he hears it.

The cock of the gun. A bullet entering and sliding through a chamber. It’s close—oh so close. And he doesn’t blink, doesn’t think.

Throwing his body towards you, pulling you down, covering you with his own as hole after hole is made where they just stood. He pulls you closer, fingers cupping your head as you curl against him, terrified and small.

And he feels you shake.

Until the last bullet sounds and the air smells of smoke.

And he did this.

He brought this to you.

“Matt…”

He releases your head, both of you breathing rushed and hurried. His need to pull you flush against him, needing to check every inch of you.

“I think... think they may have found us.”

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Direct Message Request from @decadentrebelkitten : Could I request a Titans Dick Grayson crossover w/ Marvel where the reader is the daughter of either Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver or Bucky Barnes? She has similar abilities to the Scarlet Witch or has the super soldier serum in her bloodstream. She meets Dick and the rest of the Titans when S.H.I.E.L.D are hosting the Titans when a villain accidentally transports them to their universe?

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting, I love this idea! Hope you enjoy!

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Summary: Slade Wilson - the Titan's worst enemy - manages to transport himself to the universe inhabited by none other than the Avengers. On the plus side, the Titans are welcomed by S.H.I.E.LD. when Slade causes some trouble within the New York. When you are introduced to Dick Grayson, you can't help but admire the way he leads his group. Who knew when another group of heroes enters your reality, it would make you fall for a fellow vigilante.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Little bit of spoilers for season two of Titans

You are the daughter of Wanda Maximoff

Dick Grayson x-reader

Music bounced off the walls of my bedroom, coming from the speaker on the side of my computer. I sat on the floor with a clean towel spread out in front of me as I applied a light coat of nail polish on my index finger. The slight hum of music put me at ease as I hung out in my room. "Awe, dammit," I muttered as a little bit of the polish slid to the side of my finger. Luckily, the nail polish hadn't smudged the design on my finger. The light music slowly came to an end as I finished up with painting my nails.

I waved my hands around to see if the polish would dry quicker. A pattern of knocking sounded from my bedroom door. "Come in!" I hollered, getting up from the carpeted flooring of my room. My mother - Wanda Maximoff - walked through the door of my room. I looked up at her and smiled in a welcoming manner.

"How's my favorite hero doing?" she asked, walking into my room.

I shrugged my shoulder in response and waved my hand, watching as the small bottle rose from the carpet and back onto my vanity. My mother shook her head in amusement while she sat down on the edge of my bed.

She brought her legs up to her chest, watching me as I cleaned up my room using my abilities. Acquiring these powers, was a lot harder than I had expected; but luckily I had gotten a lot better as the years progressed, to the point where Fury even considered me being apart of the team.

My mother was a little hesitant of me joining the team, but with some convincing from the others - and myself - she was finally in agreeance with the decision. A chime like sound rang from the speaker at the corner of the rooms ceiling.

My mother and I furrowed our brows, our heads turning to the sound. "Debriefing in the control room," Steve's voice echoed throughout my room. My mother looked back at me, motioning for me to follow her.

She grabbed my hand as the two of us made our way over to the control room. Steve sat at the head of the table with Tony by his side, the rest of the team sitting in their normal spots. "As you know, a team of heroes just like us from another reality will be staying at the compound for the next few days," Steve said with crossed arms. Tony reached forward and waved his hand. Eight individual pictures of the teammates popped up on the screen.

"Dick Grayson, Nightwing, leader of the Titans. Kory Anders, Starfire, princess of the planet Tamarin. Jason Todd, Robin, one of Bruce Wayne's sons," Natasha read, "Dawn Granger and Hank Hall, once a superhero duo called Hawk and Dove. Rachel Roth, Raven, the daughter of a demon king forsay. Gar Logan, Beastboy, he has the ability to transform in animals like a lion or snake. Last but not least - my personal favorite - Donna Troy, Wondergirl, she was trained by Wonder Woman herself."

"Each member has special abilities. Like, Rachel for example, she has the ability to absorb emotions, enabling her to feel the feelings of others. Similar to Wanda and Y/N, she has telekinesis. Rachel can levitate off the ground and fly," Bruce stated. He walked back and forth with his glasses in hand. "Pretty badass," I commented, earning a smirk from Natasha.

"And why're they here?" Clint asked with crossed arms, leaning back in his seat. "Slade Wilson," Tony responded. With a whip of his hand, a picture of the Titan's villain appeared on screen. A photo of Slade Wilson popped up at the middle.

The man had a blank expression on his face, something that you wouldn't want to see if you were his victim. "According to Dick Grayson, he's killed multiple people to get his way, similar to what we've dealt with in the passed," Tony continued.

"This man was able to transport himself onto our reality. Dick and his teammates, aren't sure how he did it. All they know is one second he was there and the next second he was gone," Steve added, "The Titans should be here later tomorrow." I couldn't help but blush at the sight of Dick Grayson. His brown eyes were striking the longer I looked at the photo. I shook the feeling away once Tony swiped the screen away.

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(Next Day)

The Titans had been here for about two hours and I already loved them. Each of them had their own little personalities. Jason was interesting, he was a little more mysterious than I had imagined. As for the rest of the team, Dick Grayson was just as handsome in person than he was in the photo. Of course, my mother immediately noticed my cheeks grow pink when he introduced herself.

Her and Natasha hadn't stopped teasing me about it. The team and I still hadn't figured out where Slade was, but from further investigation we later learned that he was still in the city. This guy was good at hiding. My mother and I stood in the kitchen, preparing a welcoming meal for the guests.

I leaned over the cutting board and grabbed a carrot. Mother shot me a smile as she poured some spices into the pot. "Can you pass me the pepper?" she asked, her accent coming through slightly.

I nodded and handed her the shaker. My mother thanked me before putting in a little bit of the pepper. "How's the cooking going?" Nat asked, walking into the kitchen. "Great," I replied as I walked over to the table to lay out plates. "Our guests are settling in perfectly. Gar asked if we had any video game's. Of course he found Peter's stash in the living area," Natasha stated.

My mother and I chuckled. "Dinner smells great," Dick complemented, making his presence known as he walked into the eating area.

I looked up from the table, smiling. Dick shot me a smile and stepped over to the counter. "We just thought that you and your friends should feel welcome," I said, joining my mother's side. She turned off the stove and set the pot on the side before grabbing several clean bowls.

Natasha and I helped my mother bring the bowls and steaming pot to the wooden dining table. "My team and I appreciate your hospitality," Dick said, standing at the kitchen table.

"It's our pleasure. I'm just happy that there are finally people my age," I said, "It's hard being apart of a team with oldies." My mother whacked me on the back of the head, Dick snickered at my comment (GIF Above).

I felt my cheeks become a light pink color. Natasha poked my side and poured herself some soup just as the others made their way into the kitchen. "Boy am I starving!" Gar said, wiping his hands.

"Gar, manners," Rachel muttered and nudged his shoulder. Gar shot her a look as the two of them grabbed their individual bowls. I grabbed my bowl and poured my mother's favorite soup into the bowl.

I grabbed a glass of water then made my way over to the patio at the front of the compound. The night breeze brushed up against my arms as I sat down in front of the railing. The silver moon hung loose in the sky, letting out it's shadow.

I let my legs drape over the side of the patio with my dinner plate sitting beside me. "You know you should really be careful by the way you're sitting," someone said from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Dick Grayson standing in the doorway of the patio.

Dick sat down beside me and put his legs in the same position mine were. The two of us looked out, watching the wind brush against the front lawn.

"So you're Wanda's daughter?" Dick said.

I smirked and rose a hand to reveal blue waves floating above my fingertips. The corner of Dick's mouth raised at the sight of my ocean blue abilities. "Suit's you," he said with a nod of his head. He took a bite of his dinner before setting the bowl beside him.

I smiled and looked back at the moon. "So, how long have you been Nightwing?" I questioned. He glanced at me with a brow raised. "What? I did some of my own research," I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

He chuckled and shook his head in amusement. Our conversation was interrupted by a knock at the frame of the patio door. Dick and I turned around to see Donna Troy - Dick's teammate - standing there with a smirk.

"We're all gonna play a game if you two wanna join," Donna said. "We'll be right there," Dick said. Donna nodded and left the two of us alone. My new friend stood up from the ground and extended a hand.

"Shall we?"

"We shall," I said, setting my hand into his.

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stuckylibrary · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you had any vigilante!Steve fics? Preferably if he's punk but if not it's ok!

Have a look at these!

Nomad, Tailor, Soldier, Spy by roe87 (complete | 10,147 | T)

James is a tailor who specialises in making suits for vigilantes completely off the books. He's been doing it a long time and he's very good at it.

Then a tall handsome blond shows up on his doorstep, asking James to make him a suit with the most impractical design: a floor to ceiling titty window.

(Or, Steve wakes up from the ice, Googles what thot means and decides his new superhero identity will be the living embodiment of thot from now on.)

~~ Bottom Bucky bingo fills: Shrunkyclunks, Age Diff, Russian Bucky, and Domino mask.

Part 4 of Shrunkyclunks au's

Strange Visitor (From Another Time) by Niitza (complete | 51,136 | E)

James Barnes, rising star reporter of the New York Bulletin, has a plan. One, find out all there is to know about New York's newest vigilante Nomad, starting with his true identity. Two, write a masterful piece about it. Three, win a Pulitzer and become the envy of all his peers. Four, enjoy.

Or, you know, something like that.

One thing's for certain, though: he sure as hell isn't going to let that fucking asshole newbie Grant O'Connor steal his spotlight.

Or: the Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman AU no one asked for.

Pedantic Affectations by fannishlove, relenafanel (complete | 15,858 | M)

Steve Rogers: khaki pants and ugly tweed wearing art history professor specializing in historical queer art (by day). Is actually Captain America, vigilante and the bane of Detective Barnes’s existence (by night).

Detective Bucky Barnes: A very clever cop who suspects something is up with Steve. Is frustrated that Captain America exists and is dedicated to finding him because he loves a good puzzle.

So, how does Steve convince Bucky that he's too boring to be Captain America? Go on a date with him.

(Steve is kind of really, really bad at this secret identity thing)

helpless (i'm helpless)* by princessoftheworlds (complete | 28,748 | T) *chose not to warn

The Sokovian Accords were created right after the Battle of New York. It's 2017, and the Avengers are stuck under the UN's thumb. Captain Steve Rogers is mostly retired and doesn't protest when Tony drags him out to a movie premiere. Out on the red carpet, he bumps into Oscar-nominated actor James Barnes and falls so hard that Tumblr and Twitter won't stop shipping them.

It's 2017, and the Winter Soldier can't stand idly by while his city falls into ruins from the rampant crime, the Avengers made practically useless. He just doesn't expect to run into Nomad in a back alley.

Or, a two-dimensional love story told in three parts.

Part 1 of helpless

Head Full of Ghosts* by Portrait_of_a_Fool (complete | 93,810 | E) *graphic violence

After Project Insight, Bucky was in the gutter, but he used his talents to drag himself out again. Now he is a new man with a dirty job that he excels at and apartment across the street from Steve’s. He also has a head full of ghosts that haunt him every step of the way.

Steve hasn’t stopped searching for Bucky, but it’s like he fell off the face of the earth. As the months creep by, Steve can’t stop himself from sinking into depression. He deals with his sadness the only way he knows how—by putting on a mask and protecting people.

Then one night Steve comes home to find Bucky waiting for him and everything gets flipped upside down.

Vigilantism* by liionne (oneshot | 1,682 | T) *chose not to warn

Tumblr Prompt: Modern Steve and Bucky standing up to bullies and becoming accidental vigilantes, thus inadvertently popping up on SHIELD's radar. They unknowingly end up helping several super heroes, Avengers and/or SHIELD agents and soon become something of an urban legend in the hero community. Or I dunno. Just modern Steve and Bucky in the MCU! :)

Part 1 of Tumblr Prompts

#anonymous #mod blue

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mcu-headcannons · 3 years

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Peter started watching Buzzfeed: Unsolved when he was a little kid, cause I mean who didn’t? (No seriously is it weird that I watched Buzzfeed: Unsolved at like 10?) and he’s kept watching it all throughout his life, however now they keep doing stories involving super heroes and vigilantes which he finds hilarious because he actually knows the full story. The first he found out when he was rewatching the episode on President Kennedy’s death, and they mentioned that it might’ve been a mysterious assassin known only as the Winter Soldier, so Peter went and asked Bucky if he killed JFK, and Bucky asked who that was, (I know he might’ve known who Kennedy is idrk the timeline behind it so just humor me) so Peter looked up a picture to show to Bucky and he just looks at Peter and nonchalantly says, yeah that was me. Then it just kept happening, an episode about who Daredevil is, they brought up Mike Murdock and seriously how did anyone believe Matt had a twin brother who just happened to get beat up right before the times he doesn’t show up to work. The mysterious disappearance of Peter Quill that one was especially funny because they got it right with the whole aliens thing. The identity of Dr. Strange, that one had him cracking up because it wasn’t even a superhero name that was just his real name and he wasn’t even suggested as an option. Why Frank Castle’s family was killed, that one was just sad and he called Frank and Karen to warn them about it so they didn’t accidentally watch it. The one he found the most hilarious though was the one about Spider-man’s secret identity, because he knew two of the people that they put up as options, Tony Stark’s super secret intern (This was literally just Peter but they had Friday set it up so that anyone who managed to get pictures of him had them blurred before they entered to camera roll.) and fucking Flash Thompson because of his massive support of all things Spider-man and the fact that Spider-man was seen driving his dad’s car.

#peter parker #bucky barnes #winter soldier #matt murdock #mike murdock #peter quill #steven strange #dr strange #frank castle #karen page #tony stark #flash thompson #buzzfeed unsolved #buzzfeed true crime #buzzfeed supernatural #spider man #mcu #marvel

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themculibrary · 1 year

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First Meeting Masterlist

5 minutes (ao3) - qaradeservesrights shuri/riri T, 1k

Summary: "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked urgently, forgetting formality entirely. "Oh shit, am I getting recruited?" That would make sense. Okay, not a lot of sense, but Wakanda was all about Black Empowerment, right? Black Girl Magic and whatnot? Maybe she hadn't been as under the radar as she'd thought with her tech.

A (gayer) alternative to Shuri and Riri's first meeting

all great and precious things are lonely (ao3) - punyparker peter/gwen T, 5k

Summary: reader request: " I bet there's a lot Peter doesn't realize or think about when it comes to living in his own... Gwen to the rescue!"

Eighteen months after the events of NWH, Peter meets Gwen.

Post-NWH 3+1

Alpine's Accidental Allure (ao3) - SmutConnoisseur bucky/steve E, 6k

Summary: He looked around again, hoping to see its owner. Because someone was definitely going to be missing this little kitten. He scratched under her chin to appraise the animal when his fingers found a small charm. Curious, he lifted her up and felt the object, a small heavy gold-looking crown. Steve ran his fingers over the emblem, and the tiny black beads on the front of the collar started to vibrate–he jerked his hand back, staring wide-eyed at the creature. “What the fuck….”

Perhaps the noise of the festivities below scared her– Below. Steve walked to the edge of his balcony and looked down into the dark fenced patio. He swallowed and looked at the cat cuddling in his arms. “Please don’t be, please, anyone but him….”

Day in and day out, Steve is restless with his work and can’t catch a break in his personal life.

Finally, on Halloween night, he takes a breather on his porch; he finds a little fur baby nesting in one of his pumpkins. But low and behold, only one person might be her owner. The hot neighbor downstairs stairs, who Steve has creeped on and has no idea Steve exists.

Fucking perfect.

Art Imitating Strife (ao3) - MissMoochy matt/foggy T, 5k

Summary: Written for Mattfoggy Week 2022. Prompt: [Fire]

Foggy enjoys Hell's Kitchen tradition of placing a new statue outside the church every month. But one month, he is shocked to discover the statue is of none other than his favourite vigilante hero, Daredevil. His fixation takes hold of him. It's not as good as having the real Daredevil with him but it's as close as he'll get.

Fair Play (ao3) - woodelf loki/sif, frigga/odin G, 11k

Summary: He'd never had Thor's gift of making friends easily. But perhaps moving to a new town had changed Loki's luck. For once, things are going his way.

heart like hunger / heart like thunder (ao3) - Anonymous layla/marc T, 1k

Summary: Before Layla ever exchanged words with Marc, he’d taken a bullet for her.

Pawprints on Your Heart (ao3) - seepingout maria/natasha G, 2k

Summary: A cat adopts Natasha and then disappears.

Life in Between Fighting (ao3) - Crematosis, holistic_alcoholic steve/sam T, 7k

Summary: “Did you see that guy?” Steve asks, still a little dazed, and turns to Bucky, who stops parrying the guards’ blows to look at Steve’s face with more attention. After a second of consideration, Bucky changes his expression to a more familiar exasperation. “Fuck my life,” he says, stabbing the guard who was attacking him from behind in the belly as an afterthought. “Was he even hot? ”There’s really no need to be that apprehensive about anyone Steve likes. “He kicked the hangman in the guts,” Steve says with emotion. “And then he flew away.”

never could get the hang of thursdays (ao3) - Merideath darcy/steve G, 1k

Summary: An ordinary Thursday morning in Westview.

One Bad Pumpkin (Don’t Spoil the Whole Bunch) (ao3) - jemgirl bucky/sam N/R, 3k

Summary: “Sam,” the stranger repeated, smiling. “I always liked that name.”

“I bet,” Sam mumbled, but he had to bite back a smile of his own.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“Really?”

“Well, not legally, but socially, sure.” He shrugged, then gave Sam a wink while stepping forward just enough that Sam had no doubt it was a come on. “So, what’s the problem Sam?”

“The problem is my daughter, Aisha, and I came here to find some pumpkins, and it looks like all the good ones are gone.”

Or: While out with his daughter, Sam meets a hot guy. That’s it. That’s the plot.

Out of Place (With You) (ao3) - cdybedahl natasha/jennifer T, 1k

Summary: Bruce takes Jen to an Avengers party. It does not go how she expects.

Single? Taken? Waiting for Captain America? (ao3) - britbrit99, hkandi bucky/steve G, 7k

Summary: Bucky owns and runs a bookstore that sells a mix of books and fun other items, including a lot of pop culture merch. Steve comes in after the battle of New York and is charmed by the books, but surprised by the merch sold of the Avengers.

But Bucky is nice to him and it becomes a safe haven for Steve, who quickly develops a crush. Steve asks Bucky out and it goes well except for the fact that Steve knows he's been lying about his identity to Bucky the entire time. What's the good Captain going to do about it, and how will Bucky react?

Art by britbrit99, story by hkandi

the third day in january (ao3) - sparkagrace bucky/steve T, 4k

Summary: Bucky pauses. “Then how do you know my sister?”

“I know your sister?”

“Yeah, Becca’s the one who set this up. You're an orthopedic surgeon, you saw me visiting her a couple of times and asked about me… and I’ve just realized you’re not my blind date. Oh god.”

“No, I’m not,” Steve confirms with a grin, “but I kinda wish I were.”

— Steve accidentally crashes Bucky's blind date. Prequel to last train home and can be read as a standalone.

time, mystical time (ao3) - TaraLy gilgamesh/thena G, 3k

Summary: look at me, romanticizing buses as if i never get car sick every time i step on one.

You’re brew-ti-ful (ao3) - Anonymous bucky/steve G, 1k

Summary: “Hi, hot shot, the usual?” James greeted him with a smile as he asked.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #firstmeeting #firstmeeting masterlist #masterlists

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