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Tony’s Birthday (Tony Stark x Reader)

God, the writers block on this one was real, my dudes. I couldn’t come up with anything, and then I finally had a breakthrough and no time to write. And then I wrote like 2k words in a night. So, my brain works in fantastic ways. Now that it’s finally written, please enjoy this shameless sex with plot with Tony Stark.

Warnings: There is smut in this, and I think I’m like legally obligated to warn minors about that. Remember that you choose the content you consume. There’s swearing, I’m sure. I don’t normally get through a paragraph without one. Mentions of lingerie, dresses, alcohol, and hangovers. Tony Stark, always comes with his own warning.

Word Count: 6149

Summary: After weeks of not knowing what to get Tony for his birthday, you finally come up with an idea. Spoiler alert, he loves it.

Tomorrow is your husband, Tony Stark’s, birthday. And you have no idea what to get him. He’s throwing himself a big party, or rather you and Pepper are, and you’re just having Tony foot the bill while you two plan. But what do you get a billionaire for his birthday? He has everything he could ever wish for, as he’s told you multiple times. But seriously, he doesn’t even have something on his Amazon wish list, especially since he bought Amazon a couple years back.

So that, again, begs the question. What do you get Tony; genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist that he is; for his birthday?

Well, what about you? You’ve been married a while, you’ve obviously had sex. But what if you went out and got yourself a new set of lingerie? Give Tony a surprise for his birthday, and maybe put a bow on top. Tony would love that. You thought, grabbing your purse and leaving.

At the store, you looked through many different sets, even finding ones modeled after all of the Avengers. Sets after Sam and Thor here, you and Natasha there, Bucky and Steve, Clint, even Loki! Or was that Bruce? Nope, Loki, his name was written across the ass of the panties. Oh, but there was the set modeled after Bruce, more coverage, that made sense. Oh, and there was one for each of the twins too, wow. Tony would get so jealous he’d just rip it right off of me and- nope, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves in the middle of the store. Before moving, you saw a set for Peter too and decided not to grab it since Tony might literally kill you. That’s my son, you thought, moving it to the side. Not only has Peter become a son to Tony, he called me Mom by accident last week. You did pick up one of each of the rest though, just thinking about what Tony would do to you seeing you in them lighting a fire within you.

And then you saw the set you were looking for. Red adorned with gold, sheer lace cups with gold accents and crotchless red panties with IRON MAN written on the back in gold. He won’t even have to take it off to fuck me. He might buy this entire store just so he can- your train of thought was cut off by your phone ringing. Tony, of course.

“Hey Tone.” You said, picking up and adding the set to your basket.

“Hello, my beautiful wife.” He replied. “I was looking for you, where are you?”

“I’m just picking up some last minute things for the party tomorrow. Why, do you need me?” You asked, walking over to an open register and placing your basket down.

You could hear the smirk before he even started talking. “You’re late for our weekly lab meeting.” Of course. He means your weekly fucking in the lab while Bruce takes a convienently long lunch break after walking in on the two of you going at it 4 weeks in a row.

“I’m almost done here, and I’m not that far, I’ll be home soon.” You said, hanging up quickly.

The cashier looked at you star-struck and you were confused for a moment before you remembered that you too were an Avenger and you were married to Iron Man. “Can I have your autograph?” She asked softly, holding out a notebook filled with the signatures of the other Avengers.

“Of course, hun.” You said, taking the pen from her and signing in the last available spot. Which ironically, was next to Tony’s. That wasn’t hard, though. The man you chose to marry had a gigantic signature. “You need anybody else’s?” You asked softly.

“No thank you. You’re the last one. Do you need a bag?”

You nodded, internally facepalming at not having brought one. “Yes please. Do you need anything else or just for me to pay?”

“I can’t think of anything ma’am. Did you need anything?”

“Why don’t you and everyone that works here come to Tony’s birthday party tomorrow? Since I’m the last one to sign your little book, I assume everybody else comes in here pretty regularly.”

“Yes ma’am, they do.” She said, handing you the bag. “Mr. Stark is here about every other month.” Well that lines up with when I get surprises. You thought, smiling. “Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes always come in together, and they got quite the laugh out of the Avenger’s line of sets last time they were here. Mr. Wilson has come with them a few times, but he normally likes to come by himself. Thor and Loki have come in together more than once, but Thor really prefers to look.” You laughed at that. “Mr. Barton usually comes in alone, as do Ms. Romanoff and Dr. Banner. And the Maximoff twins have come in together before, but they usually prefer separately. It was funny the day one of them was in here and the other came in and saw them.” She told you.

“Has Peter Parker ever been in here?” You asked, seemingly innocent.

She looked sheepish, “Just once, ma’am, and I guess he must’ve used Mr. Stark’s card since after buying his one item, he got a very angry phone call which sounded like it had something to do with safe sex and why Mr. Parker was spending Mr. Stark’s money at a lingerie shop.”

“Oh, Tony.” You sighed, turning towards the door with your bag. Before you left, you turned back. “Thank you. But I never caught your name, hun.”

“Oh, I’m Rachel Green.” She said, “Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Stark. Your husband is one of our best customers.”

You nodded, sighing again. “Yeah, I’d believe it. Thank you, Rachel. And don’t forget to come to the party tomorrow.”

“I won’t. Have a great day!”

“You too!” You told her, finally pushing the door open and walking quickly back to Stark Tower so you could hide your shopping from Tony before having your lab “meeting”.

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The next day, after a day of Avenging Paperwork (aka, filling in mission reports from the last month and filing them since you were the only one Tony let into the records room, digital or otherwise), you went up to the penthouse that you shared with Tony to find a bright red dress laying on the bed, with gold jewelry laying on your vanity.

“Mr. Stark has requested that you wear this tonight for him, Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS said. You’d been through so much with Tony and JARVIS that him speaking out of quite literally nowhere didn’t even scare you anymore.

“Why am I not even surprised, J? How long has he been picking outfits out for me now, 5 years?”

The AI spoke again, “Ever since your first party as his date, Mrs. Stark, 8 years ago now.”

“God, has it really been that long?” You asked yourself, stripping down and pulling out the Iron Man lingerie. “We’re getting old.”

“At least he let you pick your wedding dress.” JARVIS said, with a hint of humor in his robotic voice.

You laughed out loud while slipping on the dress, noting that it hugged you perfectly, had a much deeper neckline than you anticipated, and a very long slit up your right side up to your hip. “Very true J. And even though he told me that there was no limit, I still didn’t want to go too overboard.”

“He found it funny that he gave you unlimited money and you picked what was essentially the cheapest dress in the store.”

“That sounds like my husband’s sense of humour.” You said, sighing softly as you clasped the necklace behind your neck. When it came to the bracelet, however, you couldn’t get it on. When it was clasped, you couldn’t slip it on around your hand, but unclasped, you couldn’t shut it around your wrist. “Ah, fuck, Tony should know better by now to get me bracelets. I can’t ever get them on by myself.” You slipped on the extra rings Tony had left for you, knowing that you liked to wear lots of them, and put in the dangly earrings that were mini Iron Man suits.

As you were finishing up your makeup, Jarvis spoke again. “Mrs. Stark, would you like me to call someone for you to help you zip up your dress and clasp the bracelet?”

“Would you call Natasha for me, J?” You asked, starting on your hair, since the rest of your outfit was finished and ready for the party.

A moment later, there was a knock on your bedroom door. “Y/N? Are you okay? JARVIS said you needed my help.”

You opened the door. “J, you gotta stop worrying people. I’m fine, Nat. Zipper and bracelet.” You pulled her in and shut the door behind the both of you.

“My dearest apologies, Mrs. Stark. You know I never mean to worry anyone when their assistance is needed.” JARVIS told you both softly, trying to match the volume you both were speaking at, something Tony had thankfully programmed in him a long time ago.

“Okay, turn around, Y/N.” Nat told you, slowly taking in the new dress Tony had bought for you. You did, and she zipped you up. “This dress is lovely. One of Tony’s best choices in a while.”

“I’m sure he thinks it’s his birthday present, getting to spend money on me again.” You said, chuckling as you fidgeted nervously with your rings.

Natasha noticed your change in demeanour immediately. “Why are you nervous? You’re never nervous for one of Tony’s parties.” She said, clasping the bracelet around your non-dominant wrist.

“I just bought Tony’s present yesterday on a whim, and now I’m not as sure if he’ll like it.”

“What did you buy him? Can I see?”

“Um, well.. kind of.. not really.”

“Can you tell me what it is or where you got it from?”

“You know that cute little shop on 43rd that has the clerk with the notepad of Avengers’ signatures?” You asked, not making eye contact with her.

Natasha gasped softly. “You got yourself a new pair of lingerie for Tony’s birthday! Which set? Which set?” She went from shocked to excited in the blink of an eye.

“I mean, there’s that new Avengers line, y’know?” You continued nervously.

“You got the Iron Man ones?” She asked bluntly.

“I got all of them except the Spiderman ones. But I’m currently wearing the Iron Man ones.” Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Bruce isn’t the only one with a raging green monster.” You said, looking at her to gauge her reaction.

She smirked, nodding her head in agreement with your plan. “So not tonight, but at some point, you’re gonna have crazy jealous sex with Tony when he discovers you bought every set from the Avengers line except Spiderman?”

“He’s like a kid to both of us!” You started to defend yourself. “But yeah. Yup. That’s the plan.”

“He’s gonna fuck the shit out of you.” She said, laughing.

You laughed along with her, knowing from your girls nights how much the both of you enjoy having your brains fucked out of you. “And that’s exactly what we want. You ready to go?”

“I am ready if you’re ready, Mrs. Stark.” Natasha said, offering you her arm to walk down the stairs in the stilettos Tony had picked out for you, despite knowing you couldn’t walk in them. You assumed that he did it on purpose at this point, so you’d have to stay near the Avengers the whole night as a form of using him (or one of the other Avengers) for balance.

“My husband is an asshole for doing this to me with every new pair of shoes he picks out for me.” You said, stumbling down the hall even while Nat was holding you up. “And every year for his birthday, he gets me a new sparkly red dress with gold accents. The entire world knows that I belong to him, does he really need to have me in his colours?”

“You’re currently wearing his colours under the dress, on purpose, with his name across the ass of the crotchless panties.” You went to make a smart remark about how would she know when she answered the question you hadn’t yet asked. “You weren’t the only one that’s checked out the new line, hun.”

“Fair enough.” You said, just as the elevator doors opened for the both of you into the party.

Nat wrapped her arm around your waist and led you over to Tony. “Stark, I know you love Y/N, but why do you give her shoes she can’t even walk in every time that you pick them out?” She said, picking you up and placing you on the barstool in between Steve and Bucky but next to Tony.

“I like her staying over here instead of talking to the rich assholes in the room.” He said, passing you your drink of choice.

“I’m married to the richest asshole of them all.” You said, sipping at it. “And if they’re such big assholes, why do you invite them to every party you throw?”

“Because us rich assholes have to stick together, sweetheart. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

You grabbed his wrist. “I will not, birthday boy. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

“Ooh, are we starting the gifts early?” He asked, rubbing his hands together childishly.

“You’re not getting your present from me if you get yourself drunk tonight, Tone. I love you, but you’re gonna wanna remember this present.”

Tony gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I won’t touch another drop of alcohol, sweetness. If you say that I’m going to remember this, I’m going to memorize every single detail of whatever your surprise may be.” He told you, before squeezing your hand and walking away quickly.

“Loki?” You asked, leaning to see him better.

“Hold on, brother, it’s not quite late enough to be as drunk as you are. Just wait a little, and then you can have it back.” He said, pulling Thor’s flask out of his hand. “Yes, Y/N?” He asked, turning to you.

You pulled the flask from Loki’s hand and passed it to Steve. “Don’t drink that too fast, super soldiers.” You told them before turning back to Loki. “You know a sobering spell, right?”

“I do. I should hope that I won’t need to use it tonight, but I have a sobering spell should you need it for your husband.”

“Thank you, Loki.” You said, striking up more conversations with the Avengers, even though you had seen them not even two hours ago.

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Five hours later, since Tony’s parties always ran late into the night, all of the guests had left, and it was just the Avengers back upstairs in the living room of the penthouse.

“Okay, present time?” Tony said, hopefully.

“Hasn’t gracing you with our presence all night been enough?” Loki asked sarcastically. “Besides, what do you get the man who can buy himself whatever he wants?”

“Yeah Tony, you don’t even have an Amazon wishlist.” Clint said, spinning a drumstick.

Rhodey passed him a box. “You just have to get him something from the heart.”

“You’re just saying that because you’ve known him since his drunk MIT days.” Bucky said, also sliding a box in Tony’s direction.

“Oh, honey bear!” Tony exclaimed. “An AC/DC mixtape!” (“What is this, the 90’s?” was said by Peter in the background) “And their newest album!” (“They’re still releasing music?” Peter continued, more than a little drunk.”)

You stood up, “Okay, Pete. Time for bed, buddy. I’ll call May and let her know you’ll be home in the morning after breakfast.” You told him, taking him down to the room you and Tony had specifically set up for Peter for when you couldn’t pry the two of them from the lab with a Hulk. Trust me, you tried.

Since you had taken off your stilettos hours ago, preferring to just wander around barefoot since you couldn’t sneak another pair of shoes in, it was only Peter who was stumbling down the hall, clinging onto you. When you got to his room, you realized that the only clothes in the drawers were from when this was your room, before you and Tony got together.

“Peter?” You asked softly.

He rolled his head towards you, slurring his words slightly. “Yeah, Mom?”

You smiled, looking fondly at the drunk boy you had come to see as your son. “We’ve gotta get you out of your fancy clothes, but the only clothes in here are mine. Is it okay if I go get you one of Tony’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants?”

“Of course!” He said excitedly. “I might never bring clothes to keep at the Tower if I get to wear Dad’s!”

You chuckled softly, knowing that was exactly why he didn’t have any here yet. You’d make sure you picked some up from May when you dropped him off tomorrow. “Can you stay awake until I get back?” You asked, knowing he’d be asleep by the time you got back anyways.

“Sure I can!”

“And can you take off everything but your boxers for me, bud?”

“Mhmm!” Peter said, nodding excitedly in agreement. “I’ll start right now for you, Mom!” He started fumbling through it, but got one shoe off before you left the room, walking back upstairs to get some of Tony’s clothes for the boy to wear.

“How is he?” Natasha asked, noting your return.

You laughed. “Very drunk. And without clothes in the room we set up for him, Tone. I’m gonna steal one of your shirts and a pair of sweats for him, ‘kay?”

“Anything for that kid. Did you get him down that easily?”

“He wasn’t out when I left. But he had started taking his shoes off so I could help him into some sleep clothes.” You called from the bedroom, rummaging around in the drawers. “And I’m gonna make him drink some water, and I’ll leave pain pills on the nightstand for him. Also, how the hell did you get him drunk? He has a faster metabolism than most people, he’s fucking Spiderman!”

“That was me.” Clint said, holding a shot glass. “Spider metabolism takes about 4 shots of tequila to overcome.”

Thor added, “And he was only slightly tipsy after that! He quite enjoyed the Asgardian mead that the Captain, Sergeant, and I were drinking!”

“You gave Peter alien alcohol?!” You and Tony exclaimed at the same time.

“It didn’t affect him all that much until the 3rd shot, and by that point he had had shots of rum and whiskey in his system too.” Loki told you, gauging your reactions.

“You mixed alcohol in my kid?!?” Tony exclaimed.

You closed your eyes, feeling a headache coming on just from the sheer stupidity of the Avengers when they’re tipsy. “I’m gonna send May a text that Peter’s sleeping over. And J?” You asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Stark?”

“Will you remind whoever drops Peter off to pick up clothes for him to keep here when he sleeps over?” You asked, quickly making your way back to Peter, knowing now why he was so drunk.

“Of course, Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS said, his voice following you as you moved through the hallways.

“Mom! You’re back!” Peter said, still slurring his words but in his boxers sitting right where you left him.

You walked over to him and passed him the clothes. “I’m back, bud. And I’m so proud of you for doing what I asked. I know that must’ve been tricky in this state.”

“I couldn’t figure out the buttons on my shirt.” He admitted, throwing Tony’s Led Zeppelin shirt over his head.

“Hey, that’s okay. It happens when you’re drunk.” You passed him a glass of water once he had the sweatpants on too. “Can you drink this for me?”

He took the glass from you and sipped at it slowly. “Sure I can.” He smiled. “This tastes better than what Mr. Barton and Mr. Thor were giving me.”

“This is better for you.” You told him, rubbing his back.

“Mom, I don’t feel so good.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, still softly rubbing.

Peter bolted towards the bathroom. “I think I’m gonna puke!” He said, leaning over the toilet.

“J, call Tony please.” You said, kneeling beside him and rubbing his back.

Tony burst into the room, “What’s wrong?!”

“Pete feels very nauseous right now.” You explained calmly and softly, in an attempt to calm your husband.

It worked. “Oh, okay.” You stood as Tony knelt with Peter, rubbing his back and sitting quietly with him. “I know you don’t do so well with puke, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Tone.” You told him, kissing his forehead and refilling Peter’s glass. “Get him to drink some more water, maybe it’ll flush it out of his system a little.”

“Can you tilt your head this way for me, bud?”

Peter lifted his head and turned it towards Tony. “Sure can, Dad.”

“Drink a little of this for me? It should help you feel better.” Tony said, heart warming at being called Dad.

“Yeah. Okay. Can you help?” Peter tilted his head back a little and Tony slowly poured some water into Peter’s mouth.

“Swallow.” He said.

While the two of them were doing that, you were grabbing a bottle of Tylenol to leave on Peter’s bedside as well as a pair of sunglasses, knowing how bright the tower feels when you’re hungover.

After Tony got Peter to brush his teeth, and drink some more water, you refilled his glass and you both tucked him into bed, kissing his forehead. “Goodnight, kiddo.” Tony said, turning off the lights.

“Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight Dad.” Peter said, snuggling deeper into the covers.

“Goodnight, bud.” You told him, shutting the door softly behind both of you.

As you and Tony walked back upstairs, he had a question for you. “So, what’s my present from you, sweetcheeks?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I very much would.” He said, pinning you lightly to the wall.

“Back to the penthouse bedroom, Tone.” You panted out softly, his cologne overwhelming your senses after not being able to be near him much today. “Please, c’mon, private gift, Tone.”

After you said that, Tony dragged you upstairs, barely allowing you to take off your jewelry before he was sucking hickies on your neck. “Please tell me the gift is you, sweetheart.” He growled against your pulse point.

“Yeah, Tone, it’s me! The gift is me, but you don’t you dare rip this fucking dress.” You cried, tangling your fingers in his hair. Tony unzipped the back of your dress, telling JARVIS to turn on the “Do Not Disturb” protocols until at least 8AM. You hadn’t had nearly as much to drink as everyone else, so you were going to make everybody hangover breakfast and coffee.

Pulling the dress off of you, Tony threw you on the bed, and you bounced slightly towards the headboard. You turned and crawled up towards it, giving him a full view of your ass, and what was written on the lingerie. “Oh, so this is my present.” Tony said, smirking as he captured your lips in a kiss. “I get to have my name across your ass while I’m fucking you. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You yelled as he left hickies down your throat and tits. He slipped two fingers in you while marking up your torso, knowing that if you couldn’t take them yet, he’d have lots of fun opening you up to take his cock. “Oh God, Tony, please don’t stop.”

“I would never, sweetheart.” He said, sucking a mark right below your belly button. As Tony kept fingering you, he swirled his tongue quickly around your clit, working you up to the edge even quicker. Tony loved when you came before he was even inside of you.

“Oh, Tony, please- I- fuck, close, Tone!” Your brain was turning to goo, and from previous experiences, you knew Tony was going to fingerfuck you straight through your first orgasm of the night.

You were right. “Cum for me, my sweet Y/N.” He whispered softly in your ear, rubbing your clit quickly with his thumb while he was still fingering you. “Princess, just let go.”

And that was what did it. All the tension that had been building up released all at once, leading you to one of the best orgasms of your life. And Tony fingerfucked you through it, stimulating you even more and working you up to your next orgasm. When he retracted his fingers, though, you let out a small whimper, which caused Tony to chuckle and you to blink your eyes open, not knowing when you had shut them. You watched as Tony stuck his fingers covered in your cum in his mouth and licked them off.

“You taste so good for me, sweetheart. I could eat you out all goddamn day. But I won’t. You know why?” You shook your head. “I wanna fuck this pretty pussy of yours that you have all dressed up for me for my birthday. How lucky am I to have such a loving wife that knows I have everything I want?” He tapped your hips in a way that you knew meant ‘roll over’ and did so.

“What are you gonna do to me, Tone?” You asked softly. You weren’t nervous or anything, you just really liked hearing all the shit that was gonna come out of his mouth. You liked hearing how he was gonna fuck you, and he knew it. As always, he turned the dial to 11.

Pulling you up onto your knees, Tony twisted your head so you weren’t face down in the pillows. “I’m gonna hold you up like this, even though I know your legs are jelly from that orgasm, and I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy while staring at my name on your ass. Because you’re fucking mine, right, sweetheart?” He asked, slowly thrusting into you and burying himself to the hilt.

“Oh, God, yes! I’m all yours Tony! Just don’t stop!”

“That’s right. Nobody else’s name is on that ass of yours. Nobody else sees their name on that ass of yours. Mine.” Tony said, lightly biting the back of your shoulder.

You rested your forehead on your hands. “Don’t wan’ nobody else! Just you! Fuckin’ love you, Tony! Never loved anybody like I love you!” You said, having found enough strength to thrust your hips backwards in time with his thrusts.

“Oh, God, Y/N, sweetheart. Fuck, yes. I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside of you, sweetheart? Don’t wanna wreck this new set of yours already.”

“Don’t wreck it! Just cum in me, Tone!” You screamed in pleasure as you felt him thrust as deep into you as he could, stopping and pulsating. The feeling of him cumming inside of you triggered your second orgasm.

What you guessed was a few minutes later, but was actually probably just seconds, you heard Tony say, “Make a sound or move something if you can hear me, sweetheart.” You knew you had screamed your voice out, so you did your best to tap the index finger on your dominant hand. “Okay, I’m gonna pull out now, is that okay?” He asked. You tried to nod in response, but had no idea if you had actually succeeded until you felt Tony pull out. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “God, it’s just spilling out of you. That’s so fucking hot, sweetheart. I wish you could see this.”

“Take a picture.” You croaked.

“Okay, sweetcheeks.” Tony said softly. “But after, we’re getting you into a bath and out of this lovely fucking set of lingerie. Next time I’m cumming all over your tits.” He told you, taking a picture and picking you up. JARVIS had starting running a bath at the perfect temperature, as he always did after you two had sex, and Tony carefully placed you on the toilet so you could pee, he was not letting you get a UTI.

“Happy birthday, Tone.” You whispered, snuggling back against his chest once the two of you were situated in the bath with some epsom salts.

He kissed the top of your head softly, “Thank you for making it the best birthday, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded, drifting off in the tub, not for the first time.

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The next morning, you woke up wrapped in Tony’s arms. This was very unusual since Tony was always up in the lab hours before you woke up. You actually weren’t sure if you had woken up next to Tony since your honeymoon. You rolled over and nuzzled further into his chest, wanting to enjoy this for as long as you could.

“Honey? Are you awake?” Tony’s morning voice resonated against the ear you had pressed against his chest.

“If I say yes, does that mean you’re gonna get up?” You mumbled, really just wanting to snuggle with your husband in bed.

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, “Not if you don’t want to. I like cuddling.”

Of course, since the two of you could never have a moment’s peace, JARVIS started speaking. “Mrs. Stark, you said you were going to make “hangover breakfast” for the Avengers. And they’re all in their rooms, with the blackout curtains shut, whimpering about the amount of light.”

“One morning in bed with my husband, is that too much to ask?” You asked, rolling away from Tony and sitting up.

“Apparently.” Tony said, rolling out of bed to grab clothes for you both.

“J, will you start the coffee machine?” You got up and brushed your teeth before getting dressed in the clothes Tony picked out for you and doing the rest of your morning routine. “Tony?”

He poked his head into the bathroom. “Yeah, hon?”

“Can we have tomorrow morning in bed to cuddle?” You asked, pouting slightly.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked into the penthouse kitchen together.

You grabbed out everybody’s individualized mugs that Tony had gotten for Christmas last year and set them all out at the table while Tony grabbed the cream and sugar so you could personalize everybody’s coffee for them. Steve took his black, it’s the way he had always drank it, and he wasn’t changing that. Bucky took his with so much cream that you were pretty sure it was actually coffee flavoured cream in the mug. Natasha’s mug had a lid so that nobody could actually see the colour of her coffee, especially since everybody assumed she took it black, but she had the homemade equivalent of a latte in that mug. Clint’s also had a lid because everybody assumed he took his like a latte, but he really drinks it black. He grew up in the circus and has 3 kids. That shit doesn’t need sugar or cream, he’s drinking it to stay alive. Tony and Bruce both drank so much coffee that theirs was essentially black by the end of the day due to refills, but they both start with a decent amount of cream and sugar so that they feel like it lasts them the whole day. Thor has a sweet tooth, that should explain everything about his coffee, sugar but no cream. Loki also has a lid, for while everyone would assume he likes black coffee, there’s a decent amount of cream in there. Wanda and Pietro both take their coffee with a bit of cream and a bit of sugar, no overboard in either direction. Sam didn’t really care, as to him, coffee is coffee, it doesn’t matter what you do to it as long as it still tastes like coffee. And Peter.. you had never seen Peter use his mug for anything but hot chocolate.

“Tone?” You asked, still fixing up Sam’s mug of coffee. “How does Peter take his coffee?”

“Oh, with- J, how does Peter take his coffee?”

“Two cream, one sugar, sir.”

You chuckled, fixing up Peter’s mug in the way JARVIS said he liked. “How did we not know that?”

“I’ve never seen him drink coffee before.” Tony said, wrapping his arms around you while you started frying up some bacon and sausage.

“Me neither. I’ve never seen him use the mug for anything other than those gourmet hot chocolates that he makes here because we can afford your fancy ass caramel.”

Tony hummed in agreement and started swaying while you were still cooking, kissing the back of your head. “Can I have a real kiss, N/N? I haven’t had one all day!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, honey. Did I forget about you this morning?” You asked, teasingly. “Are you gonna die if you don’t get a sufficient number of kisses before breakfast?”

“Yes!” He whined, teasingly. “I’m just wasting away here, can’t you see?”

You chuckled, knowing what would happen if you gave in and gave Tony a real kiss. “You know why I can’t, Tone.”

“No, N/N, you have to either kiss or tell.” He said, kissing just under your ear.

“If I give you a kiss now, you’ll turn it into a full blown make-out session and I’ll burn breakfast.” You deadpanned while flipping bacon.

“No I won’t! You have no proof!” He said, dramatically.

You reached over and grabbed some eggs out of the fridge, some more greasy protein wouldn’t hurt a hangover. “Tony, that’s what happened last week.”

“I’m a changed man!” Tony exclaimed, pouting and sitting on the counter next to you.

“I hope you haven’t changed too much from the man who fucked my brain out last night, because I would very much like that to happen again.”

“No fucking in the kitchen, Stevie doesn’t like that language.” Bucky said, sitting in front of where you had placed his mug.

“One time!” Steve exclaimed. “And you weren’t even around when I said it, Buck!”

Bucky laughed, sipping at his coffee before raising it towards you in a silent cheers. “News travels fast, Stevie. Now sit down, drink your coffee, and shut up.”

“Alright, gentlemen, calm down. How do you like your eggs? And what do you like in them?”

As everyone trickled in, sat in front of their coffees, and gave you their breakfast orders, they slowly nursed their headaches while you and Tony shared more banter. Peter was the last one to stumble in, wearing the sunglasses you left for him, though his eyes were shut.

“Here, bud.” You said, sliding the coffee across the counter towards him. “How ya feelin’?”

“Like that time Vulture dropped part of a building on me.” He said softly, sipping the coffee you had made him before adding more cream to it. “Thanks for the coffee, Mom.”

You smiled, turning back to the stove. “No problem, kiddo. How do you like your eggs, and what do you like in them?” Receiving the last breakfast order, you started plating up some bacon and sausage, as well as the first few eggs you cooked. “J, add eggs, bacon, sausage, coffee, cream, and sugar to the grocery list, please.” You said, sliding plates to Bucky and Steve.

“Of course, Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS said, showing the items on a list on the fridge.

“Can I have my kiss now, sweetheart?” Tony asked, pouting on the counter where you left him.

“Oh, Tone. One kiss?” You asked.

“One kiss, I promise.”

“And I’m not going to burn breakfast?”

“One kiss, I promise.” He repeated.

You shook your head, chuckling again and sliding more plates down the island. “No kisses until there’s nothing left to burn, Tony.” You handed him a plate. “Sit and eat.”

Tony sighed as you kept passing out breakfast to everybody, not sitting yourself until Peter had his plate. “Thank you for the best birthday ever, sweetheart.” He said, giving you his puppy dog eyes.

“You’re welcome, Tone.” You told him, kissing his cheek.

“All that and I don’t even get a real kiss?” Tony complained, stabbing a sausage with a fork.

You grabbed his cheeks and tilted them in your direction, so he was facing you, and pulled him in for a kiss. “Every birthday will be better than the last. But if you’re real good today, that wasn’t the only present I got you.”

Tony’s eyes widened with the implication. “There’s more?!”

You smirked, kissing him again. “Only if you’re good, Tone. There’s only more if you’re good.”

“Who else did you get?”

“Fuck around and find out.” You said, finally eating your own food and causing Natasha and Wanda to laugh with the implication.

I am so sorry that it took so long for me to write this, y’all! But it’s finally done, I hope y’all enjoyed that little FRIENDS reference in there, and yeah, I really just hope you liked it.

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Accidents Happen // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured?

Requested by: @theatrelove3000 (thank you so much for the message! I hope your eye is doing better and I hope you enjoy this fic)

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hints of winter solider, minor injuries/reader is injured, protectiveness, possessive behaviour, anxiety, pool sex, butt plugs, anal/vaginal sex, double penetration, handjob, multiple orgasms, sir kink, praise kink, size kink, bucky needs a hug, mentions of murder, not beta read

Words: 6.4k

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Making friends whilst being in close connection with the mafia was both easy and difficult. Easy because you meet hundreds of new people every month and difficult because many of them were dangerous and untrustworthy. On the rare occasion, a friendship would be created and even though you were busy nearly every day for the gang, you still attempted to spend time with them.

Especially on special days such as your best friend’s baby's birthday. You’d met Laura Barton through her husband Clint, whom you’d met through Natasha. The two of you instantly bonded over having partners in dangerous jobs and if you ever needed a break, she’d always welcome you to her home with a hot drink ready and the kids running rampant which was a great distraction.

Today, it was her youngest, Nate’s 2nd birthday so you’d spent the afternoon celebrating with cakes and toys with the family. By early evening, you were the only one remaining, finally having time to cuddle with the toddler who was playing with the plastic toy train that you’d bought him as a present.

“What time are you and the boys leaving for the hotel?” Laura asked in between bites of vanilla cake.

Your head flew back to avoid the wild swing of Nate’s tiny arm as he continued to play with the toy, making little noises with his mouth that made you smile. “Um, I think around 7, it’ll only take us half an hour to drive there but I can’t wait! Even though we are going for work, the hotel is stunning, and of course, Steve had to buy the best room, I think we’ve even got our own private pool”.

Laura’s eyebrows raised, letting out a low whistle, “They really do live a life of luxury. If they ever want to treat Clint and me to a weekend away any time soon I’d be forever in their debt”.

You laughed at your friend, “I’ll see what I can do”. Turning to look at Nate and poking the tip of his nose, “Do you think mommy deserves a trip away?” As you asked, you made the grave mistake of not watching his arm and there's one thing about toddlers, it was that they were surprisingly strong as he swung the train toy and accidentally smacked you in the face with it. “Oof, ok I’m taking that as a no”.

“Shit! Are you ok? Nate be careful”, Laura chastised to her son as she took him into her arms.

“It’s ok, he didn’t mean it, I’m fine”.

“You aren’t fine, you’re bleeding!” Laura was looking at you with wide eyes.

You were still slightly in shock, trying to remain calm to not scare Nate but you couldn’t deny it, your face was throbbing. Excusing yourself, you rushed to the bathroom and glanced into the mirror. “Shit, the boys are going to go crazy”. The toddler had managed to hit you right underneath your eye, the sharp corner had cut the skin and the surrounding area was already swelling and felt tender. Sighing to yourself, you cleaned the bleeding cut, thankfully it wasn’t deep enough for stitches and the bleeding had stopped already but with the location, you knew you’d probably end up with a black eye over the next day or so.

After you finished cleaning up, you spent a couple of minutes contemplating what the fuck you were going to say to Steve and Bucky. There wasn’t any way you’d be able to hide it with makeup and there wasn’t anything they hated more than seeing you hurt and you knew an overreaction was coming your way. Should you call them or tell them in person? At least in person, you could stop them from running off on a vengeance before you could even explain what had happened so decided you’d wait to tell them.

Leaving the bathroom, you found Laura waiting anxiously with the kids all playing in another room. She took one look at your face before mumbling, “Shit. Does this make me number one on the Rogers mafia hit list?” she joked but you knew she was also slightly serious.

Walking closer to your friend, you took her hands and grinned, even though the action hurt your cheek. “Not it doesn’t, it’s absolutely fine, the boys love Nate they’ll forgive him for anything. I should probably go through, face the music now rather than waiting around”.

You called Sam to pick you up and he text you once outside. Giving Laura and the kids a big hug, you reassured her once more that everything would be ok before leaving her house and walking down the path to the parked SUV with Sam in the driving seat. As you saw him, you waved happily, trying to appear as at ease as possible to keep the tension calm.

However, the moment you were close enough for him to notice the injury to your face, his smile dropped, eyebrows frowning as he hastily got out of the car, rushing to you. “Sam it’s fine-”.

“Who did this to you?” he asked urgently, hands cupping your jaw and tilting your face so he could examine your cut closely. Sam’s face was contorted into anger, something rarely displayed by your bodyguard and friend as he usually likes to be sarcastic and funny when around you.

Lifting your hands, you held onto his wrists, trying to pull him away but he held strong having not finished checking your injury. “Nate accidentally hit me with his toy train… A TODDLER hit me Sam so please relax”.

Thankfully he did. The tension in his shoulders eased as well as the frown on his face. Eyes still flicking across the cut, he instructed, “Tell me when it starts to hurt”. Carefully, he pressed his fingers across your face, inching towards the wound and you informed it where it began to be tender, so he knew just had big the injury was and how bruised it was beneath the swelling. It took a couple of minutes before he seemed somewhat at ease about the injury, finally looking away from the injury to look at the rest of your face before the corner of his lip turned up, “so a baby hurt you this much, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, gently pushing against his shoulder, “Yes! He’s stronger than he looks and yes, I am very embarrassed so please never bring it up again”.

Sam laughed as well, placing his arm over your shoulder and turning the two of you back towards the car. “Oh, you know I’m going to bring it up at any opportunity right?”

Rolling your eyes, you climbed into the car, pulling your seatbelt across your front as he did the same in the driver’s seat. “I could just have Steve or Bucky demand you to never bring it up again”, you suggested unseriously.

Sam’s smile faltered as he began to drive the two of you to the office, “I’m assuming you’ve not told either of them yet? Feel like we need to call everyone in to try and keep them both calm, they’re going to go apeshit when they see you”.

Sighing heavily, you had to refrain from wiping your face. “I thought about calling them but I know they wouldn't listen to me after I’ve told them about it so decided it was better to tell them in person. I just hope that it doesn’t ruin our trip away, I mean, maybe they’ll be calm because it was a baby, there will be no need to go on a vengeance tour of Brooklyn”.

Sam looked towards you with an awkward smile and that’s all you needed to see to know that was most likely not going to happen today.

Arriving at the warehouse, you tried to ignore the glances from other gang members when they noticed the cut to your face, a tension quickly building in the atmosphere which only meant your anxiety increased. You tried to smile at everyone to ease the nerves but it didn’t seem to work. It was only as you and Sam walked into the elevator and it was just the two of you did you release a deep, aggravated groan.

“I’m screwed aren’t I”, you say, glancing at Sam as he rolled up his sleeves like he was preparing for a fight.

“You aren’t screwed, I think you’re the only one who is actually safe”, he reminded you as the doors opened to the corridor to Steve’s office. The two of you walked at a slow pace, your head hanging low so that you didn’t see Steve and Bucky’s bodyguard waiting outside of the closed office door.

“Who died?” Natasha joked, seeing the solemn reaction from you both. Your head snapped up to her, about to reassure her that everything was fine but the words floated away as her grin instantly dropped at seeing your cheek. “What happened?” she asked in an authoritative tone, closing the gap with a single step, hands gripping your face much like Sam had.

Trying to keep your voice as steady and as calm as possible, you explained, “Little Nate decided the toy train had better use on my face than in the normal way”.

It took Natasha longer than usual to believe you, only accepting it as she glanced towards Sam who nodded his head and let go of your face. “Well… we’re all in for a long night then”, she joked but this time there was a hint of warning in her tone.

“Don’t say that, you should have seen what it was like downstairs”. You took a deep breath before continuing, “It’s going to be absolutely fine. I’m going to walk in there, explain to them that a toddler hit me in the face, let them have a little freakout and then we are all going to remain calm and continue with our trip away and it’s all going to be fine”. Niehter Sam or Natasha seemed convinced so you sighed once more, chewing on your bottom lip with nerves. Shaking your head, you rolled your shoulders to try and look as unbothered as possible, “I need to get this over and done with. If either of them leaves, could you follow them please and make sure they don’t do anything stupid”.

“We can try our best, boss lady”, Sam responded for the two of them, walking towards the office door and holding it open for you.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into Steve’s office, seeing both of them sitting at the large oak desk that was positioned in the centre of the room, laptops in front of them, face set with concentration. As your mouth opened to announce your arrival and quickly explain what had happened before they could freak, Steve’s eyes had already glanced away from his screen.

“What the fuck!” he growled, standing with such force his seat toppled over as he stormed towards you. “Who did this to you? What happened?” Steve was in front of you within half a second, his hands cupping your face, eyes full of a whirlwind of seething anger, worry and concern.

“Please don’t freak out, it’s absolutely fine, it was just an accident”, you managed to say as your face was turned in different directions by Steve as if the size of the cut would change but it remained the same. As Steve finished his inspection, Bucky was right there over his shoulder, eyes full of fury as he too checked the cut but then continued further past just your face.

“Accident or not, I’m fucking killing someone”, Bucky barked, lifting your arms and searching for any more injuries and it was only as he lifted the front of your shirt did you push his hands away and take a step back.

“Both of you just wait, please. Absolutely no killing is happening because it was done by a two-year-old” you emphasised, not sure if they were even listening as they crowded around you. Placing a hand on either of their chests, you tried not to concentrate on the pounding of both of their hearts beneath your palms as you explained. “I was sitting with Nate, he was playing with his toy train that he loves by the way. I happened to get too close and didn’t see him swinging the toy and it caught me across the face and let me tell you, that boy is strong!”

You grinned to show the humour, looking between Steve and Bucky, waiting for any sort of reaction from them. Both sets of ocean-blue eyes were flicking from your mouth to your injury and just as you were able to explain again to them, it was Steve who moved first by cupping your jaw with his hand, this time it felt more comforting rather than him assessing you.

“Right let me just make sure I’m understanding this, Nate hit you in the face with the toy that you bought him and caused this much damage?”, he tilted your chin as he finished his sentence to show off your injury more.

“Yes that is exactly what happened. You can check with Sam if you want. Nate is a lot stronger than you’d expect someone so small to be”.

Steve nodded whilst taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down but his heart was still pounding under your hand. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead, showing his understanding of the situation. “How does it feel? Does it hurt?” he questioned, his blonde eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

“It feels tender and bruised but only when I touch it and I can see the swelling out of the corner of my eye but otherwise it’s fine. I’ve had worse that’s for sure”, you tried to once again defuse the tension with a little joke but all it caused was Bucky’s jaw to tighten.

Steve noticed too and suggested, “Why don’t you go and wait by the car baby, we just need to wrap up everything here and we can start heading to the hotel

It was a simple idea but put you on edge with worry as Bucky had yet to say anything or snap out of the protective trance. Instead of arguing with Steve, you nodded, knowing that Steve could handle Bucky when he was like this and it was best to leave the two of them to it.

Stepping out of the office, you released a long heavy breath, now facing Natasha and Sam who were waiting in a stance like they were ready to tackle someone but relaxed seeing that it was you. Glancing over your shoulder, they were surprised when no one else followed after you. “Everything ok, Sugar?” Natasha questioned uncertainly.

“I’m not entirely sure. I think Steve’s ok but Bucky… he didn’t say a word to me. I think they’re having a talk so I’ve been sent to the car like a naughty child”. Sam chuckled, finally stepping forward and holding his elbow out for you to take.

“Well let then me escort you to the car m’lady”, he mocked and managed to pull a smile to your lips as you accepted.

It took nearly 45 minutes for them to finish whatever talk that needed to happen, and you’d hoped that Bucky would rush to the car but it was quite the opposite. He inclined for Sam to get out of the car and they spoke out of sight.

Sam wouldn’t be coming with you to the hotel, it was just supposed to be you and the boys so you waved to him in farewell as he climbed out of the car. Steve then slide in next to you, closing the gap in the middle so his body brushed against yours as you blinked up at him with a worried expression. Once again, his hand slide along your jaw as he kissed your temple. “You know I hate seeing you hurt”, he admitted against your skin before pulling back and looking at you with an apologetic gaze.

“I understand that, but that doesn’t mean you have to shut me out”, you countered, lifting your hand to stroke along his stubbled cheek.

“It doesn’t”, he contemplates. “But, I also don’t want you to see me in this state, the things going through my mind when I saw your face, I was just about ready to kill everyone in this building to find out what happened. No one hurts what’s mine”.

Your heart was thumping hard in your chest at his passionate declaration. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to push me away. I know you don’t want to see me hurt but accidents happen and if there was something wrong, you know I would call you immediately”.

Steve’s eyes softened, “Yes I know that now but, it doesn’t stop the panic that I feel when I see you’re hurt”.

Shifting even closer so that you could kiss his cheek, you continued, “I’m sorry for scaring you, it’s hard to tell you when these things happen, I don’t know whether I should call to prewarn or wait to see you in person”.

Steve’s lips lowered to yours, giving you a quick kiss to your lips, “We’ll figure it out”.

“What about Bucky?” you asked nervously.

“Buck might need a little more time, he’s still struggling to process his emotions”.

This did little to ease your anxiety, especially as the said man got into the driver's seat and didn’t say a single word to you, only glancing at you from the rearview mirror for a moment before beginning the drive to the hotel.

Steve easily managed to fill the silence with natural conversations which did little to distract you from the nerves of Bucky not talking. Even when the three of you arrived at the hotel and were shown to the penthouse where you’d be staying, Bucky didn’t say a word. After a quick tour of the breathtakingly beautiful surroundings which included a kitchen, living room area and pool that overlooked the city, you decided to go and freshen up.

After returning in a flowing dress that felt more comfortable than the jeans and shirt, you looked for the boys but only found Steve who was leaning against the kitchen island, staring at a spot in deep thought. “Steve?” this snapped him out of his trance as he instantly looked at you, standing to his full height. “Where’s Bucky?” you continued to look around but didn’t see him and by the look on Steve’s face, you knew you wouldn’t find him. “Where is he?”

“He said he needed a moment so has gone to the bar a few floors below”. Your shoulders dropped hearing this, feeling awful that he was struggling so much. “He’ll be ok sweetheart, he just has his own demons that he’s trying to fight with at the moment, you know the sort of headspace he gets into when you’re hurt”.

“I know but I haven’t seen him like this for a while, I guess I thought that side of him was over”. Sometimes when Bucky was overtly stressed with work, or needed to protect someone, particularly with regards to work, it was almost like his mind would shut down and someone else would take over. It was hard for him to deal with especially as he tended to get his emotions out violently when like this but as he hasn’t had an outlet today, he felt the need to separate himself from everyone. You knew he would never hurt you, even when he was like this so you asked Steve, “What floor is the bar on?”

Steve walked down with you and you both found him sitting on a stool in front of the bar with a very large glass of dark liquor on the bar in front of him. Steve decided to stay back and let you talk to him considering his talk earlier seemed to have done nothing to help him but reassured if you needed anything just nod.

As you walked towards Bucky, you thought about what you were going to say but your mind seemed to be completely empty of thoughts as you were so anxious you felt nauseous. Stepping next to him, he made no move to look in your direction or acknowledge your arrival and continued to stare forward. Every single muscle in his body was tense, eyes blazing with a look that you hadn’t seen in eyes like he was figuring out a way to murder everybody in the room. Your eyes flicked over his face, noting his jaw was so tense it looked like it was going to break. Unsure whether to touch him or not when he was like this, you said the only words that sprung to mind: “I miss you”.

Bucky’s entire body shifted, all of the tension seemingly melting away like a reset button had been pressed, as his eyes softened their glare as he flicked them to finally look at you. Seeing the change in him and drawing his attention, you reached across him to grip his metal hand, lifting it up to your face and reeling in the recognisable coolness of the metal against your uninjured cheek.

Turning to kiss the metal palm, you repeated, “I miss you Bucky”. There was even further relief when the pad of his thumb stroked across your cheekbone. Your boyfriend doesn't say a word, he didn’t need to as he stood from the stool, towering over you as he wrapped both of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest, his face nuzzling into your neck, taking a deep breath against your skin which seemed to also calm him further.

You hugged him back just as fiercely, eyes squeezing tight as you clung to the back of his shirt, probably crinkling the expensive material but neither of you cared. After a couple of minutes, he finally began to pull back enough that your arms could wind around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him passionately, ignoring the ache in your injured cheek from the movement.

His hands clenched around your waist at the kiss until you pulled back but that was only so you could kiss his cheek repeatedly whilst whispering, “I’m so sorry I’ve scared you Bucky, everythings ok I promise but I need you to be here with me and Steve”.

Bucky didn’t say anything at first, his only response was a nod as his body continued to try and calm down from its heightened alertness. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he said with as much passion as possible, “I’m sorry, I love you”.

“I know, it’s ok, I love you too Bucky, now let's go back upstairs and relax for the evening, ok?” he nodded his head in agreement, his hand clasped around yours as you pulled him towards Steve who smiled at the two of you.

In the elevator up to your floor, Steve turned to Bucky and placed a tender hand on the back of his head, pulling him roughly into his side, “It’ll be alright Buck”, he spoke tenderly into his ear before kissing him on the side of his head. The sight had your chest warming at the intimate show of support from the mafia leader but your thoughts didn’t dwell as the elevator dinged to indicate arrival to the penthouse.

The three of you opened a bottle of champagne and watched the sunset over the city before you decided that it was time for the pool and needed a moment to get ready. As you stood in the bathroom, you decided to continue with the plan that you’d had since you knew you were coming here. Of course, when travelling anywhere, especially somewhere this beautiful, you would want to be intimate with them both and you were hoping to take them both at the same time. So, you had decided to prep yourself a little bit with the use of your favourite butt plug and then when the three of you were ready, they could simply take it out and save the time of prepping.

It took a few minutes to work inside of you but you were happy to see the jewel gleaming from within your arse cheeks and then continued to dress into your swimsuit. You looked somewhat ridiculous with the stunning swimsuit and swollen cut to the face but it would have to do as you finally exited the bathroom.

Bucky turned to you first, hearing your footsteps as you approached the edge of the water but it was his raised eyebrow and deadpan expression that had you faltering. “What?” you asked, looking down at yourself and wondering what was out of place.

“Doll, seriously? We have our own private pool and you still think to change into a swimsuit?” Your cheeks warmed at the realisation that both Steve and Bucky were completely nude in the water and with a small smile, began to remove your own swimsuit which captivated Steve and Bucky’s attention, especially as you revealed your breasts.

As the material gathered at your waist, you turned on the spot so they were looking at your back, you bent forward to fully remove the outfit but it also gave them the perfect view of your arse with the butt plug on display.

“Fuck”, Steve cursed under his breath as he moved towards the stairs just as you began to walk over, holding out his hand for you to take and carefully descend into the water, being careful not to splash your face too much in the process. The water was the perfect warm temperature and it felt so relaxing to be almost weightless as Steve pulled you easily through the water you couldn’t reach the floor like he could, until you were near the edge, looking out over the city with Bucky on the other side of you.

The three of you huddled close together, your arms holding onto the edge of the pool, enjoying the ambience and serene moment of blissful quiet. However, Bucky couldn’t keep himself restrained for long as his hours of not seeing or touching you were beginning to get to him. Sliding behind you, his arms crowding you closer to the pool edge, his lips kissed delicately below your ear, moving south down your neck and to your shoulder. You tilted your head to the side to give him more room, releasing a soft breath at the tingling sensations his lips were causing, especially as his stubble brushed against your skin.

“You’re so beautiful”, Steve admired from beside you, his words making your cheeks flush with warmth at the compliment.

“Even with a black eye”, Bucky joked from where he was kissing the top of your back. You let out a shocked laugh, attempting to elbow him in the ribs but he easily held your arm away as he chuckled. The noise and joke were welcomed from him though to know he had calmed down enough from the initial shock of seeing you injured. “Could I make one request for tonight?” Bucky enquired, returning to kiss the pulse point on your neck.

“Yes?” you asked, already sounding a little breathless as you lazily moved your legs through the water, still holding your weight up by holding onto the edge.

“Don’t hold your noises in tonight, even though we are outside, I want this whole damn city to hear you”, Bucky grunted as he thrust his hips against your lower back, making you feel his considerably hard cock. Once again, your body warmed thoroughly at the thought of those a few floors below potentially hearing through their open windows but that also turned you on, knowing people could hear how much your boyfriends were making you feel good.

Nodding your head in answer, Bucky’s hands began to graze over your stomach under the water, stroking near your hip where you had a particularly sensitive spot that had you shivering and leaning further into him.

Steve’s hand cradled your chin, turning your face towards him where he began to kiss you desperately, his tongue immediately teasing the seam of your mouth to gain access that you granted instantly. You moaned as his warm muscle twisted with yours, loving the dominance of the kiss as he easily stood over you in the pool with his tall stature.

Bucky’s metal fingers then began to do their own exploration as they travelled between your legs, first stroking over your pussy lips, giving you a little warning for his next movement before he pressed more firmly until he was rubbing your clit. He moved in slow circles, and your hips jerked at the action, more moans rumbling from the back of your throat and into Steve’s mouth.

The blonde man pulled back first, breathing heavily as he instructed, “What I want you to do is take Bucky and after you cum, we’re going to fuck you at the same time, understand?”

“Yes, sir”, you automatically responded, your arousal aching in your core.

“Good girl”, Bucky praised as he shifted his position but continued to play with your clit as he moved. His lower half moved further beneath you so your body was moved a little out of the water, revealing your breasts to the cool air as you balanced on his body. The tip of his cock nudged against his fingers at the apex of your thighs, and with a flick of his hips, it moved to your hole. Even though you were in the water, he still took his time, being careful to not move too quickly as he stretched your cunt. Each inch that moved in had you gasping and moaning, grabbing tightly onto Steve’s arm that shot out to support your body from toppling forward. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well, Doll”, Bucky continued to encourage you as soon his hips were flush against yours which meant that he subtly pressed against the plug in your arse which only added to the heightened pleasure.

“Feels so good Bucky”, you say, closing your eyes for a moment to try and savour the feelings but then they snapped open as Steve began to squeeze your nipples. Your back arched into the touch, loving the twists and pulls he was doing to them that sent shivers straight to your centre which only meant that you kept clenching around Bucky.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky finally began to move, slowing his fingers at your clit to match the pace of his thrusting. Each snap of his hips would cause the plug to be pushed and even his cock within your pussy was brushing against it, you already felt so full and you only had one cock in you. The motions increased as Bucky nuzzled into the back of your neck, the water surrounding the three of you splashing over the edge.

As you got used to the position and pleasure that was being pounded throughout your body, you felt aware enough to reach into the water and grip Steve’s throbbing shaft. It floated in the water and you could feel it bob at your touch as well as Steve’s very audible gasp. He always did love it when you pleasured him so even though Bucky’s cock and fingers were very distracting, you attempted to try and also make Steve feel as good as you felt.

“Fuck, I love the feeling of your hands on me baby”, Steve grunted, thrusting into your palm as you squeezed harder, moving up and down the shaft in time with Bucky’s cock. Steve’s eyes closed, head tipping back as he fell into the pleasure, but his hands never stopped with both supporting your upper half and squeezing your breasts whilst tweaking the nipples.

Bucky moved faster now, feeling your pussy clenching harder around him, his fingers swiping back and forth in firm motions. You didn’t even need to tell him that you were going to cum, from the feeling around his cock and the sweet moans escaping your mouth, he knew you were close. He fucked you harder which meant your hand moved faster up Steve’s shaft.

“Oh-God, yes!”, you chanted, eyes closed as you squeezed Steve’s cock hard as the pleasure took over you, Bucky not stopping his thrusts as you came, extending the length of your orgasm as he continued. All until Steve quickly cursed and grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from him did your pussy stop fluttering as you looked at him in worry. “Did I hurt you?” you asked, realising that you were probably squeezing too hard.

Steve chuckled, a light pink shade tinging his cheeks as he shook his head, “No baby, you were going to make me cum if you carried on like that”.

“Oh”, was all you managed to say as you felt proud of yourself for making him nearly cum so quickly.

Bucky laughed under his breath at your reaction, kissing the back of your head before easing his cock out and wrapping his arm around your waist so he could move you further away from the wall, giving Steve room to move in front of you. Both of your hands moved to his muscular shoulders, holding on as Steve pulled both of your legs around his waist, the waterline now at your navel.

Bucky's warm hand massaged one of your arse cheeks as he instructed, “Relax for me, Sweetheart”. You made sure to ease all of your muscles down as he gripped onto the butt plug and began to slowly pull it out. You gasped loudly at the feeling of your hole stretching around the toy before relief as it moved past the thickest part.

Bucky dropped the plug, declaring that he’d retrieve it from the bottom of the pool later and began lining up his cock at your asshole. You mewled into Steve’s shoulder as you felt the thick tip breaching your hole, the stretch was just as intense as the other hole but he moved slower this time, making sure not to hurt you.

“You’re so tight, shit”, Bucky groaned as you took his length, his hands flexing against your hips as you tried to adjust to him. After a long moment, you nodded your head against Steve and felt him moving his hips, the tip of his cock now penetrating your cunt, slowly but from the fucking by Bucky, it didn’t take you as long to adjust.

As they both were fully inserted into your holes, you let out a desperate moan, feeling so full it was nearly overwhelming. Your thighs were shaking in Steve’s grip around his waist and you wanted to speak to tell them how good it felt but your tongue felt heavy in your mouth so you told them through moans and mewling noises.

Steve moved first, pulling out a few inches before moving back in. Then Bucky copied his action. Both of your boyfriends fucked you, their thick cocks stroking against every single nerve and with the way your legs were wide and spread to be wrapped around Steve, your clit was brushing against his abdomen.

Your head dropped back against Bucky’s shoulder and you had to refrain from hissing as you accidentally brushed the injury of your face against his stubble. However, with the overwhelming pleasure that was being fucked into you, you didn’t vocalise the momentary discomfort and simply turned your face away so it didn’t happen again.

With how much you were being stimulated, it didn’t take you long to orgasm again, your body tightening like a coil around both of their cocks as waves of pleasure pulsed through you.

Bucky let out a deep groan and that was your only warning as he came suddenly, the feeling of your tight ass around his cock was too much for him and he was already so pent up from the day that he couldn’t hold it back anymore. His balls emptied everything within them into your ass, his teeth biting into the junction between your neck and shoulder as he grunted your name over and over until there was no more cum within his body.

You shivered as he pulled out, wishing you had a camera under the water to see the cum seeping out and clouding the water slightly. Bucky’s hands moved to under your thighs, taking them out of Steve’s grip as he took your weight instead so that Steve could fuck you without any restraint.

With your eyes half-lidded, you watched as Steve leaned forward, one hand on your waist and the other on Bucky’s shoulder, using the two of you to help ground him as he continued to fuck your pussy. With the more sturdy position, he was able to fuck you as hard as he could with the water adding some restraint so that he didn’t hurt you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little crescent-shaped dents in the skin but he enjoyed the sparks of pain that came with it. “I want you to orgasm one more time for me baby, I know you can do it”.

You shouted out in pleasure at his words, hearing the desperation in his tone so you knew he was holding back from cumming because he wanted you to do it one more time. Steve fucked you, hard and fast, water splashing everywhere as Bucky continued to hold onto you tightly.

It didn’t take you long to cum again, especially as Steve dipped his head and began to suck on each of your sensitive nipples. By the time your pussy stopped pulsing around him and you were becoming entirely too overstimulated, Steve finally shouted and stilled his thrusting, his cock throbbing with each spurt of his cum as he filled you up.

The three of you took a couple of minutes to catch your breath and stretch your muscles from being in the squished position. “At least we’re in the water, don’t have as much of a clean up”, you joked as the cum mixed with the pool water. Bucky laughed before ducking into the water and returning with your butt plug.

“For you, hot mama”, he handed over the toy and kissed your cheek before helping you over to the stairs but swiftly picked you up with a steady hand at your back and under your knees. “Please tell me you two are hungry, once we’ve finished drying up, I’m ordering some room service”.

You groaned in a different sort of need from only a few minutes ago, your arms wrapping around his neck, “yes please, I’m starving after all of this activity!”

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Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you visit the Bartons with your family, you and Natasha spend some quality time reconnecting

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, fingering (R receiving), oral (N and R receiving), being needy, some fluff too

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“Are we there yet?” Your youngest daughter asks from the backseat of the car.

You’ve been driving for hours to reach the Barton farm. Natasha wants to visit while the kids are on spring break.

“The answer is still no, sweetheart,” Natasha answers patiently.

“We’ll tell you when we get there, Taylor,” Ali, your oldest, jumps in. She’s annoyed by the constant question and her tone doesn’t hide that.

“Be nice,” you remind her.

“Yeah be nice, Al,” your oldest son says. The two oldest kids start arguing, but Nat stops it quickly.

“Hey, none of that,” she says, expertly parenting. “This is a family trip. We will be kind to each other and we will have fun. Understood?”

A few nods follow.

“Understood?” Nat repeats.

That gets her the answers she was waiting for. A chorus of yes ma’am’s resound from the backseat. You turn up the radio and try to make the last hour of the trip enjoyable.

When you pull in the driveway, you look back at Taylor.

“Ask the question again, baby,” you say.

“Are we there yet?”

“We are here,” you reply. “Come on let’s go have some fun.”

You all unload from the car. Nat refused to be a minivan family, so you settled for a three row suv. The Bartons come outside to help.

“Hi Nat,” Laura greets your wife. She hugs her tight. There’s only a handful of people in the world that Natasha trusts as much as she does Laura and Clint.

“And hi y/n,” she greets you as well.

You’re corralling the babies at the moment and can’t hug her, but the warm smile on her face feels like a hug.

“Go see Auntie Laura,” you say to Belle and Taylor, the two littlest girls.

The girls run to her and hug her tight. Ali is catching up with Lila while Ivan, Jack, and Cooper reconnect.

“Well, I guess it’s just us to unload,” Nat comments. She walks around to meet you at the back of the car.

“What’s new?” You joke.

“Hey, while we have a second alone,” Nat begins. She presses you against the back of the car, running her hands over your shoulders and arms down to your hands. “Thank you for coming. And I love you.”

“I love you too, Natasha,” you say, feeling your face flush from how close she is. You can smell her perfume and her fresh hair.

She’s so close to you that it hurts. You want to devour her.

“I’ll show you later just how much I love you, okay?” Her voice is low, sexy as it could be.

Nat leans in and steals a quick but deep kiss, leaving you wanting more.

You pout when she pulls away, but she just laughs. You’re too easy.

Later that day, Clint drives everyone out to the field where he’s got a new pig pin. The kids love chasing the pigs around and playing with them.

Natasha shares a look with you about an hour into the fun that tells you she wants to get back to the house and have her own type of fun with you.

“Clint, we’re going to head back,” she tells him.

“But Mama we’re having fun!” Belle says.

“They can stay out here with us. I know you two are exhausted from the drive in,” Laura says. She winks at you. Maybe you weren’t so slick earlier behind the car.

“Thanks Laur,” Natasha says. “Be good, babies.”

You both kiss each kid before you start walking back to the house with Natasha. You’re hand in hand as you walk through the field. You love seeing Nat like this. So free. So happy.

Your smile must reveal that to her. She stops and turns to you.

“What is it?” Nat asks.

“Hm?”

“You’re looking at me differently,” she replies.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say. “And you’re even more beautiful out here.”

Natasha kisses you softly. She is so in love.

“We better get back to the house before I take you right here in this field,” Nat says.

“What would be so wrong with that?” You say, surprised by your own boldness.

“Oh,” Nat remarks. “Did my wife, my sweet, sweet, innocent wife just say that she wants me to fuck her right here outside where anyone could see us?”

You know she can see the way she’s making you feel. An absolute puddle for her.

“Come on,” Nat says, grabbing your hand again and pulling towards the house again.

By the time you make it to the porch, you’re tripping over each other as you try to make out while walking.

“Upstairs now,” Nat says.

You move as fast you can into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Natasha pulls you to her and turns you to back you into the bed. You fall back a little harshly, but Natasha’s lips connecting with yours distracts you from the slight pain.

“Fuck,” you moan into her mouth.

Nat’s strong hands pull your shirt over your head. You barely have time to process it before you’re entirely naked underneath her.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Nat asks.

“Yes,” you say. She takes a nipple in her mouth while her fingers slip between your legs. “Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Natasha says.

Her fingers enter you quickly. She swallows your moan with her kiss. You want her to be as undressed as you are. You reach for her shirt hem, but she pushes your hand away.

“Just you right now,” Natasha says. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you say.

Her fingers continue to pump in and out of you at a fast pace. You can feel yourself slipping into a blissful state.

“Natasha,” you mumble. It’s all you can say right now.

“I love you,” Natasha says. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You let yourself come and come hard for your wife. It’s the best sex you’ve had in months, maybe years.

“That’s right, baby. You’re so good,” Nat says as she works you down. “So good for me.”

Natasha drops a kiss to your forehead and lies beside you. You come back to reality at the feeling of her hand circling yours.

“God, I have missed that,” you say.

Nat chuckles. She has too.

“Shower with me?” She asks.

“Gladly,” you agree.

Nat helps you out of bed and essentially carries you to the bathroom. You start the shower.

“May I?” You ask, gesturing to her clothes. You want to be the one to take them off.

“Please,” Nat says.

You lift her shirt over her head. It never ceases to amaze you how beautiful she is. You unclasp her bra and kiss her shoulder softly.

“Gorgeous,” you whisper, placing your head in the crook of her neck.

You move your hands down her abs and to her waist. Slipping your hands down the jeans she’s wearing, you find her dripping wet for you.

“Getting me off really turns you on, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” You ask her.

“Mhm,” she says. “But I’m in control here.”

Nat takes a step back and pulls her own pants down. She takes your hand and leads you into the shower.

“Why deny yourself, Nat? You know I’d kneel for you right here and now.” You ask her.

Natasha smirks. This was exactly her plan. To have you begging to make her feel good.

“Then kneel,” Natasha says after a long pause. She presses on your shoulders just enough to make you feel the pressure.

Grinning, you drop to your knees. You can’t even remember the last time you were in this position with her. God, you love farm Natasha.

“Right there, detka,” she says. “Yes.”

You hum in pleasure at the taste of her. You’re the luckiest person in the world to be here with her like this.

“Yes! Fuck, y/n, yes!” Natasha groans out. You can’t see her but you know she’s biting her lip. She’s close. It doesn’t take much longer for Natasha to be trembling at the feeling of your mouth all over her.

“I’m coming,” Nat says. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You help her ride her high and lick her until she’s pushing you away. You stand back up and she kisses you immediately.

Her tongue mingles with yours. The taste of her orgasm on your tongue turns her on even more.

“How long do we have?” She asks you.

“Not long I’d bet,” you say. “It’s almost dinner time.”

“I’ll make it quick,” Nat says.

She pushes you to the edge of the shower and you sit down, spreading your legs for her.

“All for me,” Natasha says. “Look at this.”

“All for you, Nat. Only you,” you reply.

She buries her face between your legs. You can’t help but lift your hips up at the feeling. Natasha holds your hips and helps you move them. Soon enough, you’re riding her face.

“Natasha,” you say over and over like it’s a prayer. “Natasha!”

You hold her head with one hand and keep yourself steady with the other. She eats you out like it’s the only place in the world she wants to be.

You come hard against her tongue. Nat moans successfully and pulls away to let you come down.

She grins at your blissed out face. She loves making you feel so good.

“I love you,” she says softly. It’s a sharp contrast to what you were just doing. “I hope you know how much I love you.”

“I do, baby,” you say, caressing her cheek. “I love you exactly the same.”

You kiss each other gently. Nat helps you stand back up and you actually shower. The water isn’t hot anymore, so you hurry up.

Once you get out, you get dressed and go downstairs. The family is just getting back from being outside. Perfect timing.

“Enjoy your alone time?” Laura asks.

“We sure did,” Natasha replies. She wraps an arm around your waist. You share a soft smile.

For the rest of the trip, you and Natasha soak up every moment with each other and with your family. It’s absolutely an amazing week.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Madam,Please : Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (17) An experience of your leadership in the field awakens something new in your secret lover. (w/c 4.1k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki x Soft!Dom Reader. Masturbation. Spanking. Edging. PV Sex. Language. Mild violence.

“Who has eyes on the target? He can’t get away.” you said firmly, earpiece crackling as blood pooled in the crevices. “I do. Execute?” Clint’s voice muttered, clearly aimed at the target from on high. “Negative, Barton – it’s too risky, he’s loading the bio-weapon. He’ll have it rigged. This needs to be from eyes on the ground.” You ran towards the smoking block ahead. Thor’s hammer swung mercilessly beside you, bodies littered around your feet with every step, leaking canisters of home-made explosives ready to blow.

You had been working on this lead for months. It needed to work. “I need all sub-team side B of the building, away from the target. A and C are clear. Barton has them covered.” “Yes Ma’am.” several voices confirmed.

An explosion rocked to your left, throwing Thor with a loud crunch against the wall. Dust stung your eyes, catching in your throat as you coughed through the haze, your fist meeting the face of an opportunistic opponent.

“Laufeyson, it’s on you. Execute the objective.” you commanded, pressing the earpiece in with a wince against your wounds.

“What about Thor? Looks like he took quite a tumble. Should I not tend to him?” Loki’s unperturbed voice rolled through the frequency. Even in the heat of battle, he was smirking, you could tell. “Laufeyson, take that son of a bitch down immediately.” you shouted, scanning the perimeter for any sign of the god getting on your last nerve. “Are you sure, Agent?” he goaded in your ear. He would already be on his way; covertly sneaking up on the vigilante scientist loading biological warfare onto a truck while his replaceable followers lay dying. But you weren’t in the mood for games. Not on your mission-leading debut. “That’s a direct order, Laufeyson.” you spat. “Follow it.” There was silence on the earpiece. A roar thundered from the side as a bloodied goon charged at you from behind an upended SUV. You ducked before stabbing him upwards in the soft flesh of his throat. “Understood, Madam.” Loki purred. His voice was lush velvet, the timbre vibrating through the nub nestled in your ear. Within seconds you heard a loud yell from the other side of the building, machine gun fire rattling fruitlessly at the sky. Screams followed, a loud crunch echoing across the dusty landscape as your secret lover followed your order with finesse.

Silence reigned as the team waited with bated breath. Thor stirred back to consciousness at your feet, blood trickling across his brow as a low hum radiated from the radio. “The day is yours, Madam.” Loki murmured calmly through the comms. –-- Morning light flooded the conference room as you shuffled papers at the podium, waiting for the chattering team to leave. The debrief had gone as expected, and Rogers seemed happy – that was the important thing after all, you thought; internally rolling your eyes. You cleared your throat as Thor and Loki hung back, discussing something animatedly in hushed tones at their seats. “Laufeyson, I need a word” you said, as Thor grinned. “In trouble with the boss, brother?” he winked, “my my, some things never change I suppose.”

“It’s just one mission, Thor, don’t get excited…” you muttered, heat rising in your cheeks as the blonde swaggered towards the door. “You say that now Y/N, but I have a feeling my brother and I will be taking orders from you again very soon, mark my words” he chuckled, throwing Loki a wave as he made his exit. Your eyes rose to where Loki sat, straight-backed with his hands clasped on the table. His smouldering gaze bore into you, the deep blues of his irises singing across the empty room. You cleared your throat again. “Do you have a problem with me leading missions, Loki? His lips curled in a smile before parting, releasing a dark chuckle as he shook his head. “No, darling. I most certainly do not.” Your hand edged to the side to push the door closed, the other grasping towards the pull of the blinds.

“Y/N…there are too many people. We must be sensible.” His words made you pause, turning back to face him. You strode to the table, watching his eyebrows rise as you leant forwards, palms flat on the cool wood. “I don’t want to fuck you, Loki…” you hissed, “I want to know why you were such an arse out there yesterday and what I’m going to do about it.” Your heart pounded as his gaze searched your face with amusement, every twitch of his lips making you more infuriated. He leant forward, forefinger curling across his chin as he fought to contain a smile. “I’m afraid that I may have discovered a vacant need within myself” he said quietly, sliding the finger thoughtfully across his lips. You frowned, folding your arms. He looked up at you with widened eyes, the resulting creases of his brow making him appear almost innocent. “Can I assume that our arrangements for tonight are still valid, given my insubordination?” Loki drew his lip between his teeth as he lifted an eyebrow subtly, testing your true level of annoyance. You nodded.

“Suffice to say I have no issue with you being in control, Y/N” he whispered as he stood. His fingers flickered, a tinge of seidr vibrating the air as he circled the table and kissed you deeply. Loki's warm tongue caressing yours was heaven after a week estranged from his bed by mission preparation, his touch hitting your bloodstream like liquor. Too soon, he withdrew; his concealing enchantment fading. “In fact, I wish to submit to you entirely, darling” he murmured, straightening a pen on the table below. “Entirely.” Your lips parted, questions staggering on the tip of your tongue. “Later, kitten.” he winked, before turning abruptly and striding from the room. ---

Loki’s parting words ran through your mind for the rest of the day. The corridor to his rooms stretched before you, heels clicking as you passed the familiar paintings and plants that adorned the hallway. Entirely, he’d said. Submit to you entirely. He had slipped a note in your hand a few hours ago. It explained everything in a few sentences. And it included a safeword; Rogers. You slipped behind his unlocked door, a wave of smooth jazz music playing softly through the speakers. “Loki?” you said quietly, finding your voice as nerves fluttered in your stomach. The cautious steps of your high heels softly scraped the wooden floors as he emerged from the bedroom. The warm flickering of a dozen candles danced teasingly across his chest, bouncing off every crevice of his chiselled abdomen as he leant seductively in the doorframe with a coy smile. A pair of grey jersey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the waistband clinging to the taunt skin. Soft lighting cast long shadows on the walls, illuminating his beautiful face in their aura. His cheekbones cut sharply in the contrast, those smouldering eyes observing you silently; waiting for you to speak. You cleared your throat, trying not to be overcome by your need to launch at his body and rollick him backwards to the bed. A week was a long time when you were used to covertly fucking Loki Laufeyson multiple times a day. His lips twitched in amusement. “Just remember, love...command me, as you did yesterday, and I think you will enjoy it. I know I will. Are you sure you’re happy to proceed?” A surge of adrenaline ignited inside you, bubbling to the surface as he noted the change in your eyes with a nod. “I give the orders around here, Laufeyson.” you said, enunciating every syllable. You made your way to the wing-back chair beside the curtains, sitting with your legs spread, forearms resting on your knees. The patent leather of your expensive heels glinted in the candlelight, the material of your combat suit clinging to your curves like paint. You watched his eyes roam up your body, mentally pulling down the zipper at your chest. “Take off the sweatpants.” you ordered, “slowly.”

His fingers flew to the waistband in preparation for a sharp tug. You shook your head, tutting. “I said slowly…” you murmured, raising an eyebrow. He obeyed, sliding the fabric over his hips at a glacial pace, exposing that deliciously toned body bit by bit as the soft material pooled around his ankles. His cock bounced upwards on its release, already hard as rock. “Come here.” you murmured. His bare feet paced the floor, standing in front of you so his engorged manhood was tauntingly close to your lips. It quivered against your warm breath, only inches away. “Kneel, Loki.” you said firmly, knowing exactly the effect your words would have. A crease formed momentarily across his brow as he considered them, his eyes glazing over with lust. You sighed in frustration, sliding yourself upright and crossing your legs. “Laufeyson. I said, kneel.” Loki sank to his knees, his gaze trialling upwards with silent adoration. Your eyes crawled across his naked form presented before you, thick thighs creating an inviting expanse where he rested on the balls of his feet. The god's fingers spread on his knees, biceps flexing gently as he re-adjusted his stance. The chiselled lines of his body flowed in perfect precision up his torso, wide shoulders bent forwards in submission. Raven hair that haunted your every waking fantasy fell around his jaw as he looked up at you with reverence. Ready to begin. “I am at your service, Madam.” Loki’s deep voice held no trace of mischief as he bowed his head, steady breaths making his shoulders rise and fall. “I like watching you touch yourself; I like seeing you so needy. Do that for me...” you murmured, “but no finishing until I tell you, yes?” Loki whispered his understanding as he slid his folded legs wider, edging his hips forward. That perfect cock never failed to make your mouth water. Long, thick and pale as moonlight with a pink flush; it was so undeniably him, you thought, as his fingers curled around the base. He raised his chin upwards, the longing in his eyes making you want to pounce on his lap. “May I?” A flicker of amusement laced the sincerity as he fought the urge to add an additional remark. You nodded. “Slowly, Loki...very slowly” you said, as you began to unzip the top of your combat suit.

Loki groaned at the sight as his fist slid up his cock, the skin pulling tantalisingly at the tip before he returned to the base. His hips thrust upwards as his body fought the tortuously slow movement. The grip tightening around his straining manhood as he milked every ounce of pleasure from his orders. You stood, unclasping the holster belt slung around your hips and letting it clatter to the floor. The metal buckle smacked harshly against the wood making your lover whimper. He loved that belt. Loki moaned longingly as you unzipped the remaining inches of the suit, beginning to strip it from your body as you paced a measured circle around him.

“Who is your commander?”

Your voice sounded strong. Every inch the leader you had felt yesterday with a team of Earth’s protectors hanging on your every word.

“You, Y/N.” Loki gasped, the effort of maintaining the deliberate, infuriating pace of his strokes making his muscles quiver. The hand not wrapped around his cock grasped for purchase on his thigh, fingernails digging into the taunt flesh. You leant down, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as Loki’s breath hitched. “That’s not how you address me, soldier.” “You, Ma'am...M-Madam.” he spluttered, his eyes screwed shut. You paced to the front again, reclining back in the chair wearing only his favourite dark green lingerie and those sinful heels. Loki opened his eyes, the immediate gape of his mouth and accompanying slanted eyebrows betraying his utter unravelling. You placed one ankle delicately on his bare shoulder, widening your thighs. He exhaled loudly as he stroked himself, lips ghosting across your calf only millimetres away. “Will you allow me?” he panted, wetting his lips as your calf rubbed back and forth across his skin, his eyes resting ravenously between your open legs. “Do you want to touch me, Laufeyson? Do you want to bury your pretty face between my thighs? Your needy cock, perhaps?” you cooed, sliding your fingers into your silk panties. He whined through parted lips, his breaths shortening. “Do you want the privilege of worshipping my body?” You chuckled, watching a small spasm roll through him as he fought to contain himself. “I thought so. But you’ll have to prove your loyalty to me first. I’m not sure you’ve earned it, considering your disobedience yesterday.” You massaged your clit lightly beneath the silk, watching Loki’s brow furrow in desperation. His eyes fluttered shut as the knuckles on his right hand turned white, palming himself tightly in time with his staggered breaths. So slowly. “Stop.” you said, watching his fingers squeeze the column of flesh before reluctantly releasing. “Show me to the bedroom.” He rose on shaky legs, the long muscles of his thighs bulging on ascent. Loki’s lean torso unfurled, his hair flicking back over his bare shoulders making your pussy clench. He extended his hand, pulling you upwards gently so you stood inches apart. The urge to throw yourself against him was almost unbearable. Loki led you to the bedroom how you imagined he would escort a partner during an entrance to an Asgardian ball. The thought made you swell with love for him as he paused, eyes flickering nervously to the inviting mattress. “Hands and knees on the bed, Laufeyson.” you smouldered, casting a glance to the table set up to the side. Two items were laid in perfect alignment across a silken cloth, presented for your consideration. Leather, of course. A paddle. Your fingers reached for the second. Handcuffs. You flexed the thick leather cuffs in your hands, admiring the dark brown sheen as Loki arranged himself on the bed. He was kneeling, palms flat on the soft covers. Seeing your approach, he silently extended his wrists towards you, straightening his arms with his head bowed. You slipped on the cuffs, noticing his fingertips touch together like prayer before his eyes met yours. “Thank you, Madam.” he purred, as you pulled the binding tight. Loki hissed, lowering his head again. You ran your hands through his hair, forcing his head up with a sharp tug.

“Here’s how you will prove your loyalty to me, Laufeyson. You will take the punishment I deem appropriate; you will ensure I am satisfied. And then, I may forgive you for your...what did you call it? 'Insubordination'.” Loki murmured his approval, sliding his bound wrists down the mattress. His head slotted between his elbows, arms straight as his back slanted upwards; the perfect ass presented for absolution. “Mmmm, good boy” you praised, sliding your hand underneath his stomach and giving his straining cock a sharp pump. He gasped, groaning loudly on the exhale as your touch left as quickly as it had arrived. “Good boys are rewarded under my command, Laufeyson. But only when they prove worthy of receiving it.” You lifted the paddle, brushing the soft leather across your lips as you observed Loki positioned on the bed. He was glorious. His pale skin shimmered like pearl in the low light, the defined muscles of his back clenching and relaxing with every heavy breath. As you watched, he slid his thighs further apart, opening himself to your control. A mess of dark curls was all you could see of his head, toned arms encasing it as his fingers grasped at the bedsheets with anticipation. You would never tired of running your eyes over that tight ass, the firm flesh which relented under your needy fingertips pushing him deeper into your hot cunt. But not tonight. Loki whimpered as you trailed the side of the paddle down his spine. “Are you ready, soldier?” you muttered, coyly; knowing his answer. “Madam, please” came his muffled response. You struck him sharply, the stinging whoosh-thwack vibrating briefly in the air as it met his willing flesh. He thrust forward, a primal moan escaping him. “Again. Harder. Please.” he whined, fingers winding in the sheets below as his wrists pressed against the leather cuffs. You struck him, the moreish sound of the paddle against his taunt skin driving you feral. Again and again, you worked him. Every smack met with a jolting groan as you drove him to the edge beneath your control. You could feel rampant wetness sliding between your thighs, soaking through the gusset of your underwear. God, he was so fucking hot. Always so unbearably- whoosh-thwack - fucking hot. His cock hung at an angle, hovering as gravity willed it down from his raised hips. He was dripping. Beads of pre-cum were soaked in small circles on the sheets as his manhood fought to control its desire. Poor baby, you thought, smiling to yourself as you tapped the paddle on your thigh. “You did well, Laufeyson. I’m impressed.” you said firmly, smacking the leather a final time against your palm, making him wince. “Look at me, please.” Loki’s face rose from where it had been pressed into the mattress. His lips were parted, smeared with shameless drool brought forth from messy grunts of painful pleasure. His ass was stinging, bright patches of red beginning to fade as he knelt back on his heels, meeting your gaze cautiously. “Are you ready to satisfy your commander?” you purred, kicking off your heels. “Do you think you are worthy?” His eyes flickered upwards, ablaze with barely controlled lust as you stood in front of your bound lover. Loki’s eyebrows twitched apologetically, his lips forming words that didn’t come.

“You may speak.” you murmured, sliding the sides of your panties down as Loki’s jaw slackened. “I...I believe I am worthy, Madam. If that is your...your…” he swallowed as you crawled towards him on the bed, your breasts cupped perfectly in that sinful bra; your fingers curling around his thick cock, “...desire.” “It is.” you whispered in his ear, feeling him shudder as you straddled his wide lap; avoiding the straining cock begging for attention. “Lie back.” Loki obeyed, falling gracefully backwards on the bed as you slid your hands up his arms; willing them to rise. Your palms caressed his taunt biceps, running up to the wrists before quickly attaching his cuffs to the bedframe above his head. The god's breath hitched as you leant forward, pressing your cleavage gently against his muscled chest. You buried your face in his neck, inhaling the heavy scent that clung to his warm skin, his tousled curls. He released a loud moan as you slid your soaked pussy over his arousal, the hard length dragging tortuously between your folds. “Will you follow my orders, Laufeyson?” you keened, thrusting softly against the hardness pressed flush against his stomach. Loki released a needy growl, his widened thighs squirming against the bed.

"I will do anything you ask, a-anything, just p-please darling...Madam...fuck me, by all the gods I beg you...” “Pleasure me, Laufeyson. And restrain yourself until I say otherwise. Those are your orders.” You leveraged your hips above his desperate length, enjoying the sight of his neck straining forwards to catch a glimpse of his cock sinking inside your heat. “Fuuuuuck….” he moaned loudly, the guttural groan making you clench around his girth; producing another wave of pleasure tumbling from his throat. He tugged at the restraints, fingers grasping at air as he sought to dig them into your skin. Loki would usually be running his hands over your waist, gripping your ass, directing your pleasure, pushing you further on to his rigid arousal. But not tonight. Your lover's chin pressed to his chest as those kaleidoscope eyes seared into yours. You could feel him slide his feet closer to his body, thighs pressing against your back. “You are so beautiful, commander…” he murmured, brow creased in concentration as he tried not to blow his load, “it is my h-honour to uhhhh...s-service you, your obedient...obed-...Madam...fuck.” Loki thrust upward with his powerful hips. Even without hands to guide you, his legs balanced your body from behind as you took what you wanted. You rode him gently at first, a small mercy as he whimpered beneath your unrelenting pace. His stare ran hungrily over every inch of your body, uneven pants becoming louder in tune with your rising moans. With every drop of your hips his biceps flexed in desperation, the defined landscape of shoulder muscle rippling under the strain. “Gods...helvete... I’m going to...stop..stop, faen” he whined, thrashing against the binds. You cooed, slowing the gyrating of your hips. Leaning forwards, you bit the exposed curve of his bicep as his breaths staggered, his aborted orgasm ebbing. Your teeth grazed over the skin, sucking gently as he hissed beneath you. “Good boy…” you whispered, tracing your fingers through his fine armpit hair, appreciating the curve meeting his ribs, “You did well to tell me.”

Wandering lips made deep kisses against his neck, feeling the vibrations of tortured moans rumbling deep in his chest. His cock was still sheathed inside you, the grip of your channel maddeningly tight around his girth as you cruelly ground against his hips. Your clit pulled against his pelvis, searing bliss tugging at your core. “Tell me what you feel, Laufeyson...talk to me.” you keened, as his eyes flashed, lip twitching. “Madam, I c-confess am consumed with my need to s-serve only you...uhhhh..I will do anything, alt du spør om...you’re so tight...so hot, my g-goddess, have mercy... fuck.” Loki’s words were jumbled, an incoherent stream of tortured pleasure as he clambered against the rising tide. “Norns, you are... barely moving atop me and I find myself...I find..myself... helvete...det føles for jævla bra…I cannot-” While he muttered his submissions your head had fallen back, climax bubbling to the surface in your core, lost in the moment. A sharp tug of his restraints brought you back to his desperate gaze, “...I cannot-” He groaned as his head burrowed back against the pillow. The muscles of his neck bulged against the strain of denial as you ceased your measured thrusts. “My brave soldier, you’ve been so good for me. So obedient, haven’t you?” you murmured, as Loki let out a whine. He was used to edging himself to the thought of you when alone. But this? This was pushing him to the brink. “Once you have satisfied me, I promise...I’ll release you.” You drew a finger down the line of his cheekbone, his eyelids fluttering shut at the gentle touch. “Now make me cum around this cock like a good boy. And don’t you dare disobey me...” Your thighs squeezed his hips like horse and rider as you began to work him again. Slowly. Purposefully. The ridges of his insatiable length sizzled across every nerve inside your aching pussy. Loki wasn’t the only one who’d been denied their climax twice. You felt the coil in your belly tightening, high pitched moans flying from your lips as you steadied yourself against his chest. With a cry of his name, you tumbled over the edge, the familiar intense wave of ecstasy only he could bring shuddering through you as you clamped down. There was lustful malice in his eyes, a searing wall of visceral flame as he tugged harshly against the bedframe. The sight of you coming undone with his name of your lips was one he could never resist. You wondered if tonight would be any different. Loki threw his head back against the pillow, dark curls falling over his flushed face, jaw clenched in determination as he let out a guttural growl of frustration. Your breaths slowed as you lowered to his chest, sliding your palms down to grip the sides of his ass. You raised your hips, sliding up his cock, the sticky mess of your juices making a sinful pop as you released. “Madam, please…” he whimpered, tears forming in his eyes as you hovered agonisingly on the tip. The walls of your pussy clenched tightly, ready to deliver what was sure to be the final blow to his resolve. “Will you follow my orders?” you whispered, biting your lip. He pushed his jaw out slightly, his tongue sheathed behind his teeth as he fought to hold back barbed words.

“Yes, Madam...I will.” he managed to stutter between broken breaths, the end of his leaking manhood brushing teasingly at your entrance. “Then I command you to cum inside me, Laufeyson. Fill me. Loudly.” When the last syllable left your lips, you dropped down on his desperate cock, his renewed cry of pleasure thundering the air. Loki pulled his bound hands together against the bedframe. The veins in his thick forearms pulsing with pure need as he thrust up into you like an animal. Nordic curses flew from his lips you rode him, feeling every hit of his thick girth bottoming out. “Fuck...yesss…my queen, my q-queen...fuckkkk” Loki howled as he filled you with his overdue seed, waves of hot cum filling your channel as he finally found his release. The lines of his tight stomach muscles clenched beneath you, the effort of his restraint making his orgasm even more intense. Loki's face was twisted in pained pleasure, feeling the force of his climax running over him like a speeding train. His erratic thrusts slowed, the thighs pressed against your back shuddering and falling open as he went slack against the restraints. Strands of damp hair clung to his forehead, a thin sheen of sweat glimmering in the candlelight as he panted. Eyes closed. Moments passed before you reached to release his binds, gently rubbing his marked wrists. You cupped his jawline, fingers fitting perfectly into the angular edge as your lips met, his tongue slipping softly to caress yours. “Did you enjoy that, my love?” you murmured coyly, nestling into his chest as he drew you in tightly. Warm breath fanned your ear, his mischievous energy returning. Loki gave your earlobe a playful suck, before placing a kiss on the soft skin beneath. “Yes, Madam.” he purred.

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beansmack2021 · 10 months

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How Could You? (Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader)

TW: Mentions of death, technically abandonment

She'd been gone for five years. For whatever reason, she'd ended up in the middle of a field with hundreds of other people just like her. Enhanced, intelligent people. Heroes.

Y/N felt her soul tear itself apart when she'd found Clint Barton. Her eyes asked a question she couldn't find the words to. The sad shake of his head was answer enough, and they locked eyes for a moment longer before returning to their own personal missions. There was no time for hugs, no time for tears. He needed to kill the disgusting alien he was fighting off, and she needed to find her dad.

She ran faster than the average person, half of her DNA being superhuman, but still felt as though she were moving in slow motion. Bodies dropped around her, injured friends and dead foe alike. She only prayed that the next to fall wouldn't be her father's.

"Dad!" she yelled, though she knew her efforts would be fruitless. Nobody could truly hear her over the sounds of weapons and warcries. Before she could open her mouth to yell a second time, she saw her father standing behind Thanos, who seemed suddenly afraid for someone who was supposedly winning.

The enemy around her started to fade to dust, and as Thanos disappeared, she barreled into her father. He stumbled, planted himself again and wrapped Y/N in a tight hug, even with the cracked shield still on his arm. She wished she could freeze time. She wished she didn't hear the scream; Peter's scream.

She turned and felt her heart breaking all over again. Peter was pulled back from Tony and Pepper knelt beside him, whispering her goodbyes. He sighed out his last breath. Her father, who didn't see always see eye-to-eye with Stark, was the first to kneel, her right after him.

The world seemed to sink to its knees before the fallen hero, and Y/N felt selfish that she'd been so happy to see her own hero just moments before.

It was supposed to be quick. Her dad would just be returning the stones and then coming back to her. He'd put them back exactly where they'd been taken from and then he'd appear right where he'd left from.

She waited on the bench for all of five minutes, though it'd felt like hours. She didn't expect the man beside her to be so... old.

"Dad?" she hesitated. He looked like her dad, but he was too old to be Steve Rogers. Apparently she was wrong, as the man smiled and simply said "Hey, there's my peanut."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't understand. Why do you look like that? Did something go wrong?"

"Nothing went wrong, baby. Everything went perfectly, actually. I finally got around to that dance I'd promised someone." She didn't even have to ask who he'd meant. She knew exactly who'd been waiting so long for a waltz with Captain America. She felt like broken glass, her sharp edges laced with poison as she spat out "What about what you'd promised me?"

He'd promised to come back to her. To live happily for the rest of their lives. To be there for every event. The man before her looked like he had mere months left to live.

"Y/N/N, you have to understand-"

She didn't let him finish. She stood and stormed back up to the house, ignoring his calls. She dodged every concerned look, and the only person who tried to stop her was Bucky Barnes. She just glared, mouth quivering slightly, and said "He's outside" before sidestepping him and stomping up the stairs.

She'd had a long conversation with Stephen Strange about the timeline and how it went unaffected by her father's actions. Apparently, the man Peggy married in their timeline had always been Steve, her two sons both of theirs. Steve was always meant to return to the time he'd lived in before he'd gone into the ice. She hadn't been removed from existence because she was born post-freezing, pre-time travel.

She supposed she was at least thankful she was still alive, but she was angry with Steve. She was working on finding it in herself to forgive him for leaving her. She'd only started to make some progress before Bucky busted into her room, telling her she needed to come quickly.

Steve was laying down, clutching a blanket and Sam's hand. He coughed a few times and looked at her, and she felt her heart drop to her stomach.

"No. No! This isn't fair! It's not time yet!" She fought against Bucky, who'd tried to pull her into his arms to comfort her. She stopped, hearing her name in his frail old voice. She moved slowly to his side and he grabbed her hand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. I think I'm gonna have to go. I love you."

Y/N shook her head, a tear rolling down her face as she sobbed. "How could you?" He knew she wasn't mad at him. She was heartbroken. He felt the same. But he couldn't say any more than another "I love you" before taking his final breath, his hand going limp in her own.

She was dragged away screaming by Bucky as Sam closed his best friend's eyelids for good.

#steve rogers x daughter reader #steve rogers #captain america #daughter reader #endgame imagine #the avengers #tony stark

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waltermis · 2 years

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A Little Rascal

MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Summary: This wasn’t how you pictured your phone call with Clint going but it was just as entertaining

Warnings: none I think

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Clint Barton x reader (siblings)

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It had been a peaceful day at your house. Your wife, Natasha, was out with Steve and Wanda training new recruits. You had decided to stay home, opting to read the new book you had purchased instead when your phone rang, “Hello?”

“Hey,” You heard your brother, Clint, say. “So, I gotta tell you something,”

“What’s up?”

But before he could begin, you could hear a faint “DADDDDYYYYYYYY!” coming from the other room.

“What was that?” You asked, putting your book down, confused.

“Nothing just Nate. He’s on the toilet.” He said, before you heard Clint scream back to your 3 year old nephew. “Hold on! I’ll wipe your butt in a second! I’m telling Auntie Y/N/N a story!” He screamed, “Anyway,” the brunet said, casually.

“NO TIME FOR STORIESSSSSSSSSSS!” You couldn’t help but chuckle when you heard Nathaniel’s response. He had practically roared when he screamed.

“You’re gonna have to wait!” Clint replied.

“You’re gonna have to wait!” Nate sassed back. You had burst out laughing by now, tears were falling from your eyes as you waited for your brother’s answer.

“So I was just—” Clint started up again, ignoring his son's cries.

“DAD!” Lila screamed. You heard a small pitter patter of feet before you heard Clint swear.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Nate’s running around butt naked!” Your 11 year old niece screamed dodging her younger brother.

“Get him to stop running! He’s getting his poop everywhere!” Cooper, your 13 year old nephew, screamed in disgust.

“Come back here, you little rascal.” Clint said as he attempted to catch Nate. Nathaniel swerved and ran towards the couch. “Nathaniel Pietro Barton! Don’t you dare take one more step towards our brand new white couch!” The archer warned. The small footsteps stopped before they picked back up again but this time they seemed to be running towards the phone. You could hear the faint rustling as the phone moved and Clint screaming “Give me back my phone!” and a door slamming shut.

“Hi Auntie Y/N/N!” Nate exclaimed cheerfully.

“Hi buddy! Are you giving your dad a hard time?” You asked, just as equally cheerful.

“Noooooo….” He said, innocently and you can practically see the puppy dog eyes he was giving you through the phone.

“Can you give the phone back to your dad? If you do, I'll give you a second scoop of ice cream next time I see you,” You bribed. It seemed to have worked because the next thing you knew Clint was back on the phone.

“Don’t ever have kids,” Clint warned, semi-joking.

“Sure,” You chuckled, “What’d you wanna tell me before?”

“.... I FORGOT!!! DAMN IT, NATE!”

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#clint barton x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #avengers x reader #avengers #marvel #mcu

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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Oh, it feels like ages

Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

Request - Hailee Steinfeld x male!reader where y/n is an important soldier who was honorably discharged and sorta becomes a cold perosn because he lost his parents and a few of his friends and he is now in the lowest point in his life where he hate everything and doesn't give a damn about anyone except his friends that he still have. His friend stand by him and helped him get into drama school and he was really good at it. He then makes it into the MCU as the oldest son of Clint Barton. Then he meet Hailee during his time in set in Hawkeye. He develops a soft spot for her and make him feel like happy in a long time.

You went out to drink and you blacked out. You hear a sound and you start to wake up, you take the hat off your face. You sat up and you have a terrible headache.

“Morning princess,” Steve said

“Why am I in jail?” You asked.

“Yeah, you blacked out. You drank so much and you became a total asshole. So, they left you here for the night now I'm here to bail you out” Steve said.

“My head feels like I'm being hit with a hammer. I don't remember anything” You said.

“Let's get something to eat. And you owe me thousand dollars for bail” Steve said.

“Whatever” You mumbled.

Your best friend Steve takes you to a small diner to eat. He has been your best friend since the eighth grade and he never left your side. He supported you when you joined the army.

“Bro, you need to change. They won't hang out with you if you keep being a dickhead” Steve said.

You just keep eating and don't say anything.

“Y/n, you are like my brother but what happened to your parents is terrible, you need to speak to a therapist. You being honorably discharged sucks but you need to speak to someone about it” Steve said.

“I don't need help. I'm fine” You said.

Steve sighed.

“Feels like I'm talking to a child. I'm leaving, I need to go to work” Steve said.

He paid for the food and you watched him walk away. Before going home, you buy beer and went home. Your boss called because you are late for work, but you don't answer the call. You start to drink the beers then you fell asleep on the couch.

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There is a house party, Steve convinced you to go. You start to drink a few beers but you are not completely drunk just yet. Some friends attempted to talk with you, but you didn't bother to talk to them. But someone is getting on your nerves but he keeps going.

“Come on, Y/n have fun. You are not in the army” Martin said.

He pushed your shoulder and you didn't like that.

“Stop it,” You said.

“Stop being serious have fun,” Martin said.

He pushed your shoulder again and you snapped. You punched him in the face and he fell, you blacked out. People are telling you to stop and you keep punching him. Someone called the cops and Steve dragged you away from Martin. But the cops arrived fast and they arrested you and take you to jail.

The next day, Steve bailed you out. He drives you home, you don't say anything to him.

“They don't want to be friends with you anymore,” Steve said.

“I don't care,” You said.

Steve followed you into the house and you grabbed a beer from the fridge. He noticed empty beer cans and bottles in the living room. He opened the fridge and you only have beers and no food.

“You need to change. When is the last time you ate?” Steve said.

“Stop with the questions!” You yelled.

“Don’t tell yell at me! All you do is drink. Now you are this cold person, you changed” Steve said.

“People change. I don't want to hear your stupid speech about how I changed!” You yelled again.

“Whatever, asshole” Steve said.

He left and you start to drink your beer. Throughout the night, you start to drink more beer.

-Later, you go to the liquor store and buy strong liquor. You didn't buy food. People start to talk behind your back and you don't care. Someone said hi to you, but you just ignored that person. You and Steve stopped talking to each other. You hear a voicemail from your boss...

“Y/n, this is your boss Jose. I have to let you go because you haven't been to work in almost two weeks. I will send you your last paycheck” Jose said.

You deleted the voicemail. You start to drink your truck in the parking lot.

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You are throwing up in the bathroom. After you brush your teeth, you go back to your bed. You haven't paid your bills and late notices are on your table. On your nightstand, there is a picture of you and your parents. You stared at the picture for a little bit then you turned around and went to sleep.

You haven't spoken to Steve in a while. But he noticed it's the anniversary of your parent’s death. He went to your house and he noticed the door is unlocked. He walks inside and it's still a mess.

“Y/n?” Steve said.

He walked towards the bedroom and noticed the gun on your nightstand.

“Y/n...” Steve said.

“I have been staring at it for a while now,” You said.

Steve moved slowly towards you.

“I know you miss them. But they wouldn't want you to hurt yourself” Steve said.

“Nothing else matters. It really doesn't. Everything is so... Dark” You said.

“Yes, the world can be dark but there are good things to live for and see. How about you give me the gun” Steve said.

Steve sticks out his hand and waits for you to give him the gun. You don't move and Steve grabbed the gun, and he takes out the bullets. Steve sits next to you and you start to cry and he gently rubs your back. He doesn't say anything, for now, he lets you cry.

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Since that day, you haven't stopped drinking. Steve would bring you food and you barely look at him. You don't talk to him like before, he does let you know that he is worried about you. You would go out to drink and you would black out. Steve would bail you out again and you haven't paid him back.

“Get dressed but take a shower first,” Steve said.

“Why?” You asked.

“Just do it!” Steve yelled.

You glared at him and he glares back at you. An hour later, you took a shower and got dressed. You get in the car with Steve and he starts to drive.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Y/n, you need something else to do besides drinking yourself to death,” Steve said.

“Acting school?” You asked.

“Yeah, acting school. You should join the class with me. It won't be painful, let's go inside” Steve smiled.

“No,” You said.

“Y/n, get your ass inside before I drag you out of this car by your shirt,” Steve said.

You and Steve glared at each other, you or Steve didn't blink. But you blinked first and he starts to smile. You go inside with him, but you don't talk to anyone. You watched Steve act in different roles, you're impressed with his acting. But you didn't act, you just sat down and watched everyone.

For weeks, Steve would force you to go to drama school. You didn't slow down the drinking and you haven't paid your bills.

“Y/n and Sara act out Romeo and Juliet scene. It would be an easy exercise for him. Act out the scene where Romeo confesses his love for her” The drama teacher said.

You sighed and you stand up.

“You got this, bro” Steve smiled.

You start to act out the scene. Steve and the drama teacher are impressed with your acting skill. She tells you to take acting seriously and you're speechless. Steve gave pat on your back and told you how good you were.

You stopped drinking and it's hard for you. But you keep going to acting school with Steve. But you are still cold with everyone, some people from the class invited you to go out and you said no. You and Steve went to New York to audition for a Marvel Hawkeye.

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You got the role and you are on the set of Hawkeye. You are reading your lines while heading to your chair, but without looking you bumped into Hailee.

“I’m sorry, I wasn't looking,” You said.

She smiled at you.

“It’s okay. Wait are you going to play clint’s son?” Hailee said.

“Yeah, I will play Cooper. And you will play Kate?” You said.

“Yeah, I will play Kate. Looks like our first scene will be next” Hailee smiled.

“Cool,” You said.

You and Hailee start to film the scene with Jeremy. Jeremy and Hailee did mess up their lines and they are being goofy, but you don't laugh or smile. You are just being serious and you wait to start the scene again. Hailee noticed that you don't smile or laugh a lot, when you aren't looking she is staring at you.

“You don't smile a lot, Y/n” Hailee said.

“Just when I have to do my scenes,” You said.

“You know what I mean, Y/n don't be a smartass,” Hailee said.

“I’m not,” You said.

You and Hailee have to do more scenes together, but you are starting to work with her. She does ask you a lot of questions and you do answer them. On your breaks, you tend to be alone while Hailee spends her breaks on her phone or talking to other people.

----

You and Hailee have to do an interview for the show.

“Nervous?” Hailee asked.

“Little bit. My manager told me to show emotions and smile” You said.

“I saw you smile on screen but off-screen you don't smile a lot. So try to smile” Hailee said.

“Why do I need to smile?” You asked.

“To show at least you are having fun, I'm not that boring,” Hailee said.

You and Hailee didn't know that camera is on and recording.

“Y/n you need to smile,” Hailee said.

“No” You teased.

“Do it” Hailee said.

“Or what?” You said.

You are sitting down then She starts to touch your face. She is pushing your cheeks up so it would look like you are smiling. You start to move your face away but she doesn't stop.

“Stop being a baby,” Hailee said.

“Stop being a baby” You mocked her.

You keep moving your face away from her but she doesn't stop.

The next day after the interview, the video of Hailee trying to make you smile went viral. Everyone is liking the video and they think it's funny. She saw the video and sent it to you and you thought it was funny.

---

You and Hailee do work together for long hours on the set of Hawkeye. Hailee does try to get to know you better but you don't talk about yourself. But you did tell Hailee you were in the army and you have said it in interviews before, but you didn't go into details.

Hailee walked on set and sees you sitting down drinking water. She smiled and she likes spending time with you. She walked towards you and gave you lunch.

“A salad?” You said.

“I don't know what you like to eat because you don't tell me anything about you. You sure like to play the mysterious guy” Hailee said.

“It's like you have a mission to make me open up,” You said.

“Yes, I do Y/n” Hailee smiled.

You have a soft spot for her and you like how she tries to make you open up about yourself. You find her attractive and you do want to get to know her better, but you think she won't feel the same way about you.

“Oh, I was told we have to go to a party and do another promo for the show. And there will be an open bar” Hailee said.

She is hoping that you will go. She wants to spend more time with you but not talk about the show.

“I will go,” You said.

“Great!” Hailee smiled.

You start to eat the salad and she starts to talk about what she will wear.

---

You and Hailee arrived for the party and took a few pictures together for the promo. But she did tease you about why you need to smile, you didn't smile. She brings you a drink that has alcohol

“What is it?” You asked.

You grabbed the drink but didn't drink yet.

“Passion fruit martini,” Hailee said.

“Oh... Umm... I don't drink, I'm an alcoholic” You said.

“Oh? I'm sorry I-I didn't know” Hailee said.

“It’s fine. You can drink around me but I will stick with water or club soda” You said.

“Oh okay,” Hailee said.

She does drink it but you put your drink on the table. Then somehow she convinced you to dance with her. She is telling you to let loose and how to move your hips.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You are doing a scene with Hailee. Your character and Kate have to come up with a plan fast and Kate starts to ramble on about something.

“Kate focus!” You yelled.

Suddenly Hailee grabbed your shirt and pulled you into a kiss. You start to kiss her back and she starts to think...

Holy shit! I'm kissing him and he is kissing me back!

You two moved away from each other.

“Cut!” the director yelled.

Now the director is talking to the producers.

“Why did you kiss me?” You whispered.

She tried to come up with a lie but couldn't, she just walked away. You are confused about what happened but you liked the kiss.

Later, you sat in the makeup chair so they can put fake scars on your face. And Hailee walked in but you two are alone and she tries to play it cool.

“Y/n... Sorry about the kiss. I know it wasn't in the scene... But I like you and I want to know if you want to go on a date?” Hailee said.

“Wow... I never had a girl ask me out. This feels strange but in a good way. I'm surprised you like me” You said.

“Yeah, me too... I don't mean that in a bad way! But yeah, I like you” Hailee said.

“I like you too. So, yeah I will go on a date with you” You said.

She starts to smile and you feel happy around her.

---

On the first date, went bad. You went to pick her up at her house but it started to rain badly. You and Hailee decided to stay in and cook something together like pizza. You open up about your drinking problem and how you are getting help and some experience in the army. After dinner, you and Hailee start to play uno but you two for competitive.

----

You and Hailee are dating in secret. She doesn't pressure you to open up about everything in one night. You and Hailee got some days off, so she decided to take you to California to spend time with her alone. But you take her to your hometown, you wanted to show her your parent's gravestones...

“These are my parents, they passed away a long time ago,” You said.

She put her arm around your waist then you put your arm around her shoulders.

“It means a lot that you would bring me here,” Hailee said.

“I haven't visited them in a while. They would have liked you” You said.

“I would have liked them too,” Hailee said.

“I miss them,” You said.

She gives you a hug and you hug her back.

Later, you and Hailee get something to eat. You start to talk about your childhood and she does the same thing.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

When you and Hailee go to parties, she would make sure no one gives you alcohol. But when Hailee is drunk, she would be affectionate with you and she would giggle.

Today, you went to her house and she has a pool. Hailee pushed you into the pool but you grabbed her hand and pulled her in.

“You are a jerk, Y/n” Hailee giggled

“You pushed me,” You said.

You splashed water on her and she did the same to you. Her dogs jumped in the water and she gets out of the water. She sits on the edge and watches you play with her dogs. Then you swim towards her and she kissed you on the lips. You invited Steve to come over so he can meet Hailee.

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thewidowsghost · 1 year

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Happy Holidays (Kate Bishop x Romanoff!Reader) - Chapter 16

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Kate and (Y/n) make their way up to the apartment, (Y/n) watching their six.

“We’re at the door,” (Y/n) tells Clint.

“We’re good,” he replies, looking through the apartment window with his binoculars.

(Y/n) places a cautious hand on Kate’s shoulder as the archer wiggles the contraption in the keyhole. Kate tenses when the lockpick stiffens, and she turns the doorknob and pushes the door open.

The door creaks as it swings open, and (Y/n) tenses, her grip tightening a little on Kate’s shoulder.

The two step into the room, (Y/n) close behind Kate, her senses on high alert - like her mother had taught her.

Always be aware of your surroundings, Natasha had always said, and (Y/n) had learned her mother’s craft, though not in the ways Natasha had been taught - and not like Mom had ever told me what had happened in her early life. (Y/n) shakes away the thought just as lights in the corners of the apartment flash.

Kate immediately pulls out arrows, firing at each of the lights, covering all four in a purple sludgy, goo.

“You okay?” Kate whispers, a frown etching her face at the distracted look on (Y/n)’s face.

“Hey, what was that?” Clint asks, having seen the flashing lights through his binoculars.

“I don’t know,” Kate replies, leveling her bow again. “There are, like, strobe lights attached to the wall.”

“What do you mean, strobe lights?” Clint asks.

“I don’t know,” (Y/n) replies, stepping silently towards one of the goo patches on the wall.

“Yeah, what do you see?” Clint questions.

“What’re we looking for?” Kate asks and (Y/n) hums her agreement.

“A watch, vintage Rolex,” Clint answers, and (Y/n) and Kate begin to search the kitchen and living room of the apartment. “Belongs to someone I used to work with.”

“Is it Mom’s?” (Y/n) wonders aloud, confused as to who Clint could be talking about.

“No, it was someone before Nat,” Clint replies, and (Y/n) grows more confused.

“Is that the whole story, Clint?” Kate asks, seeing the confused look on (Y/n)’s face.

“They’ve been out of the game for a long time,” Clint says, “but their identity is still attached.”

“They?” (Y/n) wonders aloud.

“Hmm,” Kate hums. “And if the Tracksuits find out about it?”

“It would blow their cover,” Clint replies. “Good-bye, friend.”

“Hey, (N/n (nickname)),” Kate murmurs, and (Y/n) looks over, thankful for the darkness so Kate couldn’t see her flushed cheeks.

“You find it?” (Y/n) asks.

“Mmm hmm,” Kate pockets the Rolex, and sees SHIELD, the SHIELD emblem, and Agent 19 engraved on the back.

“Agent 19,” (Y/n) reads. “Is this Bobbi’s?” (Y/n) asks Clint through the COMMs. “Isn’t she Agent 19?”

“She is, but she took it from my friend when they retired,” Clint replies.

“Hang on a minute,” Kate spots a notepad a few feet away on another counter. “Somebody, somebody is taking notes on your family, Clint. And, uh . . .” Kate’s voice falters, and she shows the notepad to (Y/n).

“What?” Clint asks, and (Y/n) can hear his frown of concern.

“Clint Barton,” (Y/n) reads, “wife, Laura; daughter, Lila - age fourteen - son, Cooper - age sixteen - son, Nate. Niece - in quotation marks - (Y/n) Romanoff, age twenty-two.”

“Kate. (Y/n). Get out of there now,” Clint orders and (Y/n)’s gaze darts across the apartment.

“What? Why?” Kate asks, lifting her bow and nocking an arrow.

“That light’s an alarm. It’s a silent alarm for people that can’t hear,” Clint tells the two young women inside the building.

“Oh, my god,” Kate mutters, catching sight of the picture frames on the console table.

“That’s Maya’s apartment,” Clint says. “All right, I’m coming -” Clint’s voice is cut off by a grunt, and all of (Y/n)’s instincts scream - RUN!

“Kate,” (Y/n) turns to the archer beside her, whose eyes had widened with terror.

“C-clint? W-what’s going on?” Kate’s voice quavers and (Y/n)’s heart clenches with pain.

Kate doesn’t even really see what happens next, but the next thing she sees is (Y/n) and Maya fighting, trading heavy blows.

A particularly harsh blow to the face makes (Y/n) recoil, blood pouring from her - now - broken nose.

“Maya’s here,” Kate rasps, stepping forward to meet Maya.

“Yeah,” Clint grunts in reply. “I can see that.”

“Then why didn’t you tell us?” Kate questions, pulling (Y/n) back as to avoid more injury.

“I did,” Clint replies as Kate blocks an attack from Maya.”Maya’s on the roof with me.”

“No, Maya’s definitely here,” Kate chucks a vase at Maya, but it misses and shatters against the wall.

Maya lands a blow, punching Kate in the face and (Y/n)’s face grows hot with anger.

“A little -” Kate starts but (Y/n) moves to meet Maya again. (Y/n) blocks a kick to the ribs with a hand, and stumbles slightly, and she kicks (Y/n) back into the couch and she flips over the back, her head smashing into the coffee table.

“Give me a second,” Clint replies, grabbing his bow. “Incoming.” Suddenly, there is a sound of a large metal object hitting the side of the apartment, and (Y/n) shakes the dizziness from her head, and stares at the zipline leading to the rooftop across from the building. “Get on the zipline,” Clint tells the young women.

“Kate, let’s go,” (Y/n) says, pushing Kate towards the open window, having to dodge multiple attacks from Maya to get Kate to the broken window safely.

Kate turns, about to ask whether (Y/n) wanted to go first, but then she sees the blood trickling from the back of her head.

“Go, now,” (Y/n) orders, tossing Kate her bow and pushing her towards the window.

Kate listens, using her bow to slide about halfway down the zipline before the angle is so shallow that she can no longer slide down.

(Y/n) lets out a curse, grabbing the end of the zipline, pulling down slightly, increasing the tightness of the rope, and allowing Kate to slide the rest of the way down.

(Y/n) looks around now for something that she could use - as Kate had used her bow - but then she looks at her gloves before she just goes for it.

(Y/n) stares at the woman in the mask, and the woman lifts a gun.

Clint panics slightly, stepping between the woman and (Y/n).

Someone kicks both Clint and the woman back - Maya had joined the rooftop fight.

Kate lets out a harsh grunt of pain as her bow is thrown to the side and she stumbles back, falling to the ground.

Maya glowers at the masked woman, and they start fighting each other for a moment - enough time for (Y/n), her mask now pulled up over the bottom half of her face, to move over to help Kate to her feet.

Suddenly, a bright red light distracts (Y/n) from Kate, and she looks up to see the masked woman having lifted her arm, shooting what (Y/n) could only describe as her mother’s Widows Bites - just red - at Maya. The deaf woman flies backwards, landing on her back.

Kate had moved faster than (Y/n) had realized, because when (Y/n) looks back over to the masked woman, time seems to slow.

The masked assassin spins around Kate, and time seems to slow even more when the woman throws Kate off the building.

(Y/n) freezes completely, collapsing to her knees, and she’s thrown a memory. The memory.

“Under totally different circumstances, this would be totally awesome,” Clint says, and (Y/n) smiles slightly, taking her mother’s hand.

. . .

Natasha lets out an annoyed groan, “I bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain.”

“Technically, he’s not a raccoon, you know?” (Y/n) grins at her mother.

“Oh, shut up,” Natasha ruffles her daughter’s hair and (Y/n) swats her hand away, looking exasperated - but amusement flashes in her eyes. “He eats garbage.”

“Welcome,” a voice echoes, and all three snap into action - Natasha draws both pistols, Clint draws a sword, and (Y/n) pulls out one pistol.

“Natasha,” a cloaked figure rasps. “Daughter of Ivan. Clint. Son of Edith.” The figure seems to turn towards (Y/n), standing lightly to the left of Clint and Natasha. “(Y/n). Daughter of Natasha.”

“Who are you?” Natasha snarls, the two older Avengers stepping forward to block (Y/n) from the cloaked figure’s view.

“Consider me a guide . . .” the cloaked figure replies, “to you . . . and to all who seek the Soul Stone.”

“Oh good,” Natasha replies sarcastically. “You tell us where it is, then we’ll be on our way.”

The cloaked figure mutters something in German that neither of the Avengers can make out. “If only it were that easy.” The man swishes towards the edge of the cliff. “What you seek lies in front of you. As does what you fear.”

(Y/n)’s chest tightens as she looks over the side of the cliff. Natasha slides a pistol into a holster, and closes her hand around the back of (Y/n)’s suit.

“The stone’s down there,” Natasha rasps.

“For one of you,” (Y/n) realizes that the cloaked figure was the Red Skull. She’s heard stories. “For the others . . . In order to take the stone . . . you must lose that which you love.” (Y/n)’s jaw clenches. “An everlasting exchange,” the Red Skull continues. “A soul for a soul.”

. . .

“How’s it going?” Clint chuckles nervously, pacing around the top of the massive rock. “Jesus.”

(Y/n) sits beside her mother on another rock.

“Maybe he’s making this shit up,” Clint says aloud.

“No,” (Y/n) says, the first time she’d spoken in the half hour of shock that had gripped the three Avengers. “Remember what Rocket said? He said that Thanos took his daughter, Gamora, and he got the stone, but she never came back.”

“I think we both know who’s not sacrificing themselves,” Natasha says, and she and Clint meet gazes.

(Y/n) glowers at her mother for a moment, then she gets to her feet, making her way back over to the edge of the cliff to look down at the steep drop.

“Whatever it takes,” Natasha murmurs, though it was loud enough for the others to hear.

A look of disgust flickers over (Y/n)’s face - not at the prospect of her mother possibly sacrificing herself to save the world, but the fact that she might have to live without her mother. I won’t let her sacrifice herself, (Y/n) comes to the conclusion. Mom’s a more important figure to the world than I will ever be. It has to be me.

“Whatever it takes,” Clint replies, his eyes straying past (Y/n) to the abyss beyond.

Natasha glances over at Clint, then rises to her feet. “If we don’t get that stone . . .” Natasha’s voice is softer, so that (Y/n) can’t hear, “billions of people stay dead.”

“Yeah,” Clint replies.

“Then I guess we both know who it’s gotta be,” Clint mutters.

“I guess we do,” Natasha replies, her gaze strays to her daughter, who is still looking down at the drop. Her chest tightens at the thought of having to leave her daughter alone, but the only thing that she can think is that Clint’s kids - her niece and nephews - were younger. That had to be enough.

Clint reaches out, taking Natasha’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“I’m starting to think we mean different people here, Nat,” Clint mutters.

“For the last five years, I’ve been trying to do one thing,” Natasha replies, but Clint holds up his other hand to stop her. “To get here. That’s all it’s been about. Bringing everybody back.”

“No, don't you get all decent on me now,” Clint replies.

“What, you think I wanna do it?” Natasha asks. “It can’t be her,” Natasha can’t look at her daughter again, knowing what she was about to do. “I’m trying to save you and her, you idiot.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want you to save me,” Clint pulls his hand from Natasha’s. “How’s that? Natasha, you know what I’ve done. You know what I’ve become.”

“Oh, I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes,” Natasha replies.

I’m sorry. I love you, (Y/n) thinks, takes a deep breath, and steps over the edge.

Though it felt like years, (Y/n) had only been stuck in time for a few seconds. She scrambles to her feet, and sprints to the edge of the building, her mask slipping down to hang around her neck.

Her chest untightens as she realizes that Kate hadn’t hit the ground - she was being suspended about twenty feet above the ground by a wire.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” (Y/n) mutters, staring down at Kate.

“Pull me up!” Kate cries, and Clint runs over to the edge of the building.

Clint simply reaches down, grabbing the wire keeping Kate suspended in the air. A split second later, Clint severs the wire with his knife, sending Kate through a collection of string lights below. “Get outta here,” he calls down to the young archer, now lying on her back on the ground.

Kate lets out a frustrated huff, and storms off.

(Y/n) lets out a grunt as a figure pulls her back, and she hits the cement rooftop. She springs to her feet, getting distracted by the slamming of a door.

Before anything can happen, an arrow blasts everyone to the ground, including the archer the arrow had come from - Kate Bishop.

There is a high pitched ringing noise, and the masked figure shakes their head.

Kate rises to her feet, and Maya joins her, kicking the archer back and over the courtyard gap.

Kate’s back hits the edge of wall, and she lets out a yelp of pain. Kate gets to her feet, leveling her bow, and pointing it at Maya. WIthin the next five seconds, an arrow is imbedded in Maya’s shoulder.

Maya meets Kate’s gaze for a moment, before she pulls the arrow out of her shoulder, running for the edge of the building and jumping onto the rooftop of a lower building.

(Y/n) runs towards the masked figure, and she and the woman - (Y/n) assumes - trade blows, as if they’d had similar training.

(Y/n) rips off the woman’s mask, and then gets electrocuted by what she again guesses is a Widow’s Bite. She grabs at her neck.

The woman stands, her back to Kate, but then at the sound of Kate’s bow, being drawn, turns around.

The blonde woman shakes her head slightly at Kate, and the archer loosens the bow. She fires a grappling hook at the roof of the building and the blonde woman repels down the side of the building.

Kate runs to (Y/n)’s side as she pulls the remains of the electric webbing from the side of her neck.

Kate’s touch is gentle as she tilts (Y/n)’s head to the side to see the damage.

“Who the hell was that?” Kate asks.

“You don’t want to know, Kate,” Clint replies.

“I cannot be your partner if you don’t tell me what’s going on,” Kate replies, helping (Y/n) to her feet.

“You’re not my partner. Do you understand that?” Clint snaps, startling (Y/n) slightly. “You never were. Neither of you.”

(Y/n)’s expression hardens. “Excuse me?”

“Someone has hired a Black Widow assassin,” Clint replies.

“Fuck,” (Y/n) mutters. Now she knew why her and the woman’s fighting moves were so similar.

“This has gotten very real, very quickly,” Clint backs farther away from the two young women. “So I’m doing this alone.”

“No, you’re not,” Kate replies, and (Y/n) sees Kate’s eyes watering - as though she was about to cry. (Y/n) takes Kate’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Look, I know that tonight didn’t go as planned, but we chose to be here. I understand the risk, I understand all of that.”

“I’m not gonna do it,” Clint’s jaw tightens. “D-do you hear me?” There is a moment of silence and he says again, “Do you hear me?”

Clint moves towards the two young women, to grab his backpack. “Go home. It’s over.”

Kate goes to pull her hand away from (Y/n)’s, but (Y/n) just tightens her grip in Kate’s. The young archer looks surprised for a moment, but she allows (Y/n) to pull her away.

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 2 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 32: A Place Made Of Memories

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, tony stark, Harley keener & Peter Parker, Maria hill & Tony stark James rhodes & clint barton, Tony stark x Pepper Potts, Ben parker, may parker & peter parker, Happy hogan & Pepper potts, May parker & pepper potts

Summary: Visiting reader's apartment

Warning: Tears Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique

"I met her a while ago." Harley was explaining. "I had no idea."

"I don't think anyone did, kid." Tony told him as they reached the parking lot.

The three of them were rejoining the rest of the group, reminiscing on their moments with you. It was good to remember the better times since it kept the bad ones at bay.

"No, I think I kinda did, though." Harley continued.

"Yeah?" Tony glanced at him, a little curious. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, she was so... She reminded me of you. I didn't ask but I thought about it a lot."

Tony averted his eyes again. It wasn't getting any easier to hear how similar you and him were.

"She was a genius, too." Harley smiled, suddenly digging around in one of his suit pockets. "Check this out."

In his hand he now held a pencil.

"Uh..." Peter tilted his head, speaking up again. "A pencil?"

"Impressive." Tony said flatly.

"Not just an ordinary pencil." Harley corrected.

He pressed down on the eraser at the top and each of them jumped as a spark erupted from the graphite tip.

"What's that?" Peter exclaimed, simultaneously fascinated and alarmed.

"Pencil taser." He stated proudly. "(Y/n) gave it to me."

"Okay..." Tony eyed it as the boy tucked it away again. "I'm gonna fault her on child endangerment there, but that is pretty sweet."

"I know, right?!"

"It's awesome." Peter said. "She didn't make things like that with me, but we did make a computer out of garbage remains."

His face fell as he remembered late afternoons before the garbage trucks rolled up to the apartment block. Sometimes he would keep a lookout as you took the dive in the smelly spare parts, and then other days you would hold him securely when he chose to brave the stench.

"I miss her." He mumbled.

Tony very slowly and unsurely reached out a hand to grasp Peter's shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze. He didn't know if it was what others normally did, but Peter seemed to appreciate the gesture with a ghost of a smile.

"Give me a call sometime and we'll do better than a computer." He offered thoughtfully. "You'd be surprised what you can do with cereal and a few magnets."

Although still very shy, he managed a nod. "I'd like that, Mr. Stark."

They finally stopped near a shining corvette and saw a few of the others admiring the vehicle. Evidently, this was the car you'd left to Rhodey.

He was sitting in the driver's seat as he chatted intently to Clint, both of them with big grins on their faces as they detailed the car. Clint also explained what had happened to it during the SHIELD collapse and why it needed so many weeks to be repaired. It was only after this explanation that he noticed Tony and the boys and waved them all over.

"Isn't this awesome?" He asked with a grin. "(Y/n) had taste."

"It's alright." Tony shrugged, playing off just how excited the car made him.

"Alright? You're kidding."

As he dragged his friend over, Harley and Peter remained rooted to the spot. Whether it was because they both thought the car was breathtakingly impressive, or simply because half of the Avengers were now standing less than ten feet away, neither knew. They just couldn't move or stop the looks of pure awe.

"I meant it, James." Roberta was telling her son. "Treat this car right."

"With respect and care, I know." Rhodey complied, smiling proudly as he reclined in the driver's seat. "(Y/n) trusted me, Mom, you've got to too."

"I do, but I also raised you. I know what boys are like when they get a new toy."

"Mom-"

"James."

She gave him a stern look which made him very reluctantly relax. "I'll behave."

Roberta smiled again. "Thank you."

Peter was the first of the boys to move, slowly approaching the Corvette with a very small twitch of his lips. He'd seen the car before of course because he had been living next to you for years now, but he hadn't seen it so polished. It seemed to shine.

"Iron Maiden." He said, letting his hands rest on the hood. "That's what she called it. I thought it was gone."

"Iron Maiden?" Harley questioned as he eventually stopped beside his new friend. "That's awesome."

"Yeah. Originally it was the Blue Iron Maiden."

"Even better. How'd she choose it?"

Peter turned red as his shyness came back. He hadn't really talked to anyone his own age other than Ned so conversing like this with Harley was strange but also fun.

"She said she named it after Mr. Stark but wanted her car to be a girl because girls are cooler." He explained.

Harley scoffed as he fought back a laugh. "Then I guess blue is for the color of the car."

"Actually, no. Well, not really. Kind of." He turned even redder at the stumble of words. "I mean, she actually thought of it because of a dress Ms. Potts wore to a gala, I think. (Y/n) liked it and said Ms. Potts was really pretty."

As the boys talked, Pepper and Tony shared a lingering gaze. They were touched by the sentiment of the Blue Iron Maiden being named after them and that familiar feeling of longing replaced the momentary peace everyone had found.

"Please look after it, Mr. Rhodes." Peter said, his voice timid and almost incomprehensible as he mumbled.

Rhodey nodded. "I will. Don't you worry, little man."

He took a moment to embrace the car again, from staring at the dash and the dials to letting his hands become accustomed to the touch of the leather seats. It smelt like polish and yet there was a distinctly familiar scent mixed in too. It was your scent. It was comforting.

"Thank you." Peter said. "I just want her things to be looked after."

Rhodey turned his attention back to the boy, his expression of content becoming one of kindness. "I'll protect the Iron Maiden with my life."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He smiled. "I'm her uncle, I've got no choice. I took care of (Y/n), and I'll take care of her car, too."

"He'll do more than that." Clint chimed in. "I say you take her for a spin internationally. Make her a famous getaway car for one of your missions."

Rhodey rolled his eyes. "Shut up. Don't start."

"James." Roberta had to scold him yet again. "Be nice."

Clint smirked. "Yeah. Be nice, James."

As the two bantered, Peter grinned up at them all, truly amazed that his heroes were all around him. Clint and Rhodey were back to talking about the car, Tony was talking quietly with Pepper, and Thor seemed like a very happy-go-lucky man as he proclaimed how proud Tony should be of his daughter. There was even a joke that Tony should build a female-fitting suit to match with the car.

Soon enough, Hill returned with Steve, Natasha, and Bruce.

"We've discussed the will." She announced, returning the air of seriousness to the area. "We're all aware of what (Y/n) left to the Avengers."

"Yeah, not really." Clint commented in return. "It was pretty cryptic."

"Well, that's the point. The location is a secret."

"Do you know?" Tony asked her.

Hill shrugged lightly. "All I can say is that it's Upstate. We'll take a jet. It's faster, and we're busy."

"Then let's get this show on the road. Everyone good with that?"

The other five Avengers showed their agreement.

"Great." Hill said. "Follow me."

"Let's hope I don't destroy the tiny flying machine." Bruce muttered to himself.

Before they all left, Tony turned back to Pepper one last time and kissed her softly.

"I'll be back." He promised. "I just gotta check this place out."

Pepper nodded in understanding. "I know."

"Are you gonna look at the apartment?"

"Yeah. Take your time with everything, okay? There's no rush."

Tony considered her words and let out a shaky sigh, fighting to keep the calm exterior. "Noted."

She reached up to cup his cheeks. "Be safe. And be nice."

He jokingly pouted. "Damn."

"I mean it."

"Yeah, I get it. I'll just have to find another means of entertainment that doesn't involve painting Cap's shield hot pink and sensual red."

She couldn't help but smile. "I love you."

He leaned in for another quick kiss. "I love you."

With a lingering gaze, they began to part ways. When Tony turned around, he was faced with his best friend again.

"See you soon." Rhodey told him.

Tony nodded. "Head to the tower. JARVIS will let you in. There's plenty of food in the kitchen if you get peckish or something. Thank Hammersmith and Everdeen for that."

"Got it."

They shared a quick hug before Tony finally turned his attention to the two boys from before again. He placed a hand on Harley's shoulder and ruffled Peter's hair a bit.

"You kids have fun." He told them. "No snacks after midnight."

They both smiled up at him and, almost as if they planned it beforehand, hugged him around the middle at the exact same time.

The action surprised Tony and he took a few seconds to reciprocate the hug. When he did, the boys held onto him tighter. He closed his eyes, relishing in the moment.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at your grave in the distance. It was located near a stunning tree on top of the hill. It looked almost peaceful from this viewpoint.

He made a mental note to visit you very soon with more flowers.

Apartment buildings were always odd.

Some were covered in dust, some were dilapidated, and some were just abandoned. This particular building, however, stationed rather conveniently in the middle of Forest Hill, was not as lifeless as some of its neighbors.

The dust and occasional unsafe staircase were all over, but it wasn't abandoned or devoid of life. There was one floor that seemed more devoted than others. The floor where you had lived with the Parkers.

Pepper, Happy, Harley, and the Parker family had arrived in separate cars.

They couldn't see each other, but all of them had the same difficult expressions on their faces. It wasn't necessarily grief anymore, but there was a different semblance of loss and pain. While Pepper, May, Peter, and Harley arrived first and took the elevator, Ben and Happy were slightly behind.

"The street's going to be crowded." Ben said as they started to near the complex. "There's a place called Delmar a couple minutes down this road if you want an easier time of it."

Happy, having seen just how many cars were already lining their destination, nodding. "Never say no to an easier time."

While they took the quick detour, the others stood in the elevator at the end of the floor hallway, feeling rather small all of a sudden. How could one simple floor become so intimidating?

"I've got legos." Peter spoke up, hoping to ease the somber atmosphere. "Star Wars."

Harley grinned. "Really?"

"Yep. We can try out the computer (Y/n) and I made, too."

"Cool."

"So, how long have you been here?" Pepper asked May.

"Four years now." May replied, smiling sadly. "We moved from 15th."

"Any reason?"

The older woman glanced at her nephew who was still quietly chatting to Harley.

"It wasn't the safest place." She excused. "We did it for all of us."

Pepper nodded in understanding. "I didn't mean to pry."

"No, no, it's alright. We're happier here anyway."

The elevator door finally opened then.

The boys led the way, the adults following soon after. They stopped outside the Parker's door, but only to look at the door next to it.

There was a tribute there for you. Flowers, jarred candles, cards, and various pictures and notes. The candles and flowers made it smell homely and sweet.

"It's beautiful." Pepper whispered.

May nodded sadly. "It is."

She then turned to the boys, putting her arms around them.

"Peter, why don't you show Harley your room? Grab (Y/n)'s key as well, please."

Peter nodded, waiting until their door was opened before showing Harley inside. As they did, Pepper walked over to your door, crouching down in front of the tribute and looking at all of the pictures.

"These are from the entire building?" She guessed.

May nodded. "Everyone loved her in some way or another. She was always helping out. Peter said her life was full of those side quests you find in video games these days."

Pepper chuckled. "I can imagine that."

She curiously picked up the card closest to her - a small but vibrant yellow one - and read it.

Ellen, Thanks for cat-sitting last month. McWhiskers is going to miss you x

She picked up another one.

Ellen Campbell/(Y/n) Stark... Who needs a mechanic when you've got Ellen Campbell living on the floor above? We (and the cars) appreciate all you did for us. Lots of love from the Nelson family

Pepper read a few more, her eyes glistening with tears after each loving card. She was so proud of you. She just wished she could tell you that over and over again.

"Even something as simple as watching a plant for a day merits a lot." May said.

"Aunt May?" Peter asked, coming back into the hallway. "I've got the key."

"Thank you."

She ruffled his hair with a fond smile before taking the key and all its keychains into her own hand. There were a lot of different chains attached, notably sci-fi logos, a joke, and a few quotes from various shows.

"I suppose this is yours now." May said, offering the key to Pepper.

Peter watched as the mentioned woman smiled sadly and accepted the key. His gaze also wandered down to the cards by the door and he found the one that he wrote to you right next to one from Ned and his moms.

Pepper took a moment to collect herself before she even dared to slot the key into the lock. Once she did, she let out a long breath before pushing the door open and carefully stepping over the tribute to get inside.

She didn't know what she was expecting from the place that you lived in, but somehow this apartment just made sense. It was quite like your room from the Malibu mansion, only far more organized and full.

The walls were cream and gave the living room/kitchen a light appearance which was aided by the large windows through which the sun streamed inside. The floors were pine boards with the only cover being a vintage-esque carpet over the sitting area.

You had a comfy looking couch with various cushions and a blanket draped over it, as well as a matching armchair positioned in front of one of the windows. There was a small coffee table between these seats and the long cabinets on which the television sat upon. On either side of the screen was a speaker connected to a stereo which was also next to a record player. On the other side of the television was a small piano settled into the corner. Various plants and wall art also dotted the room.

The kitchen area was also cozy and bright, consisting of minimal cabinet space for utensils and the sink, a pale oven and cooker from which tea towels still hung, and a rectangular wooden table against the opposite wall for the kettle and dining necessities.

After taking a minute here, Pepper opened a door into the bathroom.

This was different to the main room, covered in white tile only. There was only one window on the wall directly across from the door with a bath mat lining the entire room. It was only a small space. The toilet and sink were on one side, and the bath/shower was on the other. The only utilities inside this room were personal care and again a plant or two.

After this came the room Pepper was most dreading and yet the most anxious to see. Your bedroom.

The walls could barely be seen in this particular room since every inch was covered by posters and lights. The likes of AC/DC, KISS, Guns N' Roses, Aerosmith, Metallica, and other famous classic rock bands were the most prominent. The movie posters consisted of Harry Potter, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, Back To The Future, and Star Trek. There was a poster of the NYC Survivors, and even a few Avengers posters beside that one. There was also a line of posters displaying nerdy jokes, and a banner of what must have been your Hogwarts house right above the bed.

The wardrobe was a small closet with the sliding door open. You didn't seem to have a set style because Pepper could see almost everything from leather jackets and ripped jeans to summer dresses and even denim dungarees. There was also a box which she assumed was for jewelry and accessories, and a place for shoes below that.

You had a bookshelf too. Its contents again fit the geeky and nerd theme from the rest of the room, being lined with series after series of books such as the Harry Potter ones, Game of Thrones, Percy Jackson, Shadow & Bone, and even The Chronicles of Narnia. The shelf was also home to a vinyl record collection, all being of the genre of rock and metal. It reminded Pepper of Tony's collection back home.

LED lights were strung above the bed to provide reading light, and on the window ledges was more floral decor. And, finally, the bed itself looked very comfortable. It was more of a couch/bed combination and draped in multiple blankets and pillows, as well as stuffed toys.

Pepper entered the room fully, her footsteps muffled by the carpet beneath as she explored every inch of the place. She was in awe of how comforting and peaceful an aura it presented, and she was even happier to see how creative and obsessed with little things you were. She remembered your fondness for reading and music and was glad to know it hadn't dwindled in the years you were away.

After looking at everything, she settled on the bed, her eyes drawn to a stuffed bear in the corner. She couldn't believe it.

It was her bear.

Her grandmother had given it to her as a child and she always wanted to give it to her own kid if she ever had one. She believed it lost when The Mandarin destroyed the mansion but apparently not. You had it the entire time.

Her fingers grazed the worn cotton, its beaded eyes and nose, and eventually the ears. One of them had stitches to keep it in place.

Back at the front door, Happy had just arrived.

He had been talking to May for quite some time and putting off the inevitable before gradually walking in. He was having some mixed emotions knowing that your apartment building was so close to his own home. All this time he could have had a chance of seeing you again and somehow it didn't happen.

He didn't move around the apartment. He simply just stood there and took it all in. At least until he heard muffled crying coming from what looked like a bedroom.

He peered through the door, surprised to find Pepper sitting on the bed with a very old teddy bear clutched to her chest.

"Hey." He spoke softly.

She looked up, hastily wiping her eyes free of tears. "Hi."

"It's... It's a nice place, huh?"

"It is. Did you just get here?"

He nodded, taking his time to observe the room before eventually sitting beside her on the bed.

"It's... Neat." He said.

Pepper chuckled. "Makes a change, doesn't it?"

"Yep. Do you know how many times she went missing as a kid? The amount of hiding places in her room-"

They shared a laugh, both having had their fair share of digging through your old room in attempts to find you after a tantrum or a bad day.

"Was that hers?" Happy then asked, motioning to the bear.

Pepper shook her head. "It was mine. My grandmother gave it to me. I really thought I lost it after the mansion collapsed."

"(Y/n) found it?"

"She must have."

Her eyes teared up again and Happy gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a side hug. Pepper let her head rest against his shoulder as she closed her eyes.

They missed you so much.

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 V

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader

Summary: in which you have nothing better to do so you agree to join a group of dysfunctional superhero's.

Warnings: death but it's aliens, violence, gore,

Words: 2,636

a/n: is this the last part for the avengers, idk when I'm going to start winter solider.

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 V

act one, 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

''I have unfinished business with him as well, so you both can get in line behind me.''

𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗧, 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗝𝗘𝗧. When you guys arrived at the jet, you noticed a pilot inside who stood up when he spotted all of them. ‘’Hey, you guys aren’t authorized to be in here.’’

‘’Son,’’ Steve said as he paused in his footsteps. ‘’Just don’t.’’

After the pilot was kicked out, Natasha and Clint walked up to the control panels and took a seat. As the ramp closed and the jet prepared to take off for New York City, you and Steve stood behind them.

‘’Stark, we’re on your three, headed northeast.’’ As Tony's face appeared on the screen, Natasha said.

‘’What? Did you stop for drive-thru?’’ Tony asked. ‘’Swing that park, I’m gonna lay them out for you.’’

As you watched Tony fly by with a swarm of aliens following him, Natasha pulled the machine gun from the jet. She aimed and fired numerous shots at them, one by one, as she watched them all fall.

‘’Nat?’’ Clint called out as they approached the tower, causing everyone to turn to the side.

‘’I see him.’’ Natasha replied.

As Natasha fired the machine gun at Loki, Clint spun the jet around to face him. Loki looked up from his fight with Thor and sent a beam of light from his scepter toward the jet's engine on one side.

The entire jet began to tremble, and. You and Steve grabbed a bar above you to keep from falling. As Clint attempted to land the jet in a safe location, the jet began to veer out of control, smashing into the street and wrecking the pavement.

Clint and Natasha swiftly unbuckled their seatbelts, and the ramp was soon opened as you all dashed to the street. When you peered up into the sky, you noticed more Chitauri flying everywhere.

‘’We gotta get back up there,’’ Steve said as you all ran into a four-way intersection. You all took a look around and assessed the damage, which included flipped cars, demolished buildings, and gravel all over the place.

When you noticed a giant shadow enveloping part of the buildings, you all came to a halt and froze. Looking above, you noticed a massive Chitauri leviathan emerge from the portal, roaring.

You stood there watching as Chitauri soldiers launched from the giant leviathan's back, some shattering windows and jumping into buildings, others attaching themselves to the building's edges and sliding down.

You conjured a watch on her hand and began walking backward.

‘’Won't you look at the time? I have somewhere else to be.’’ You merely groaned as Steve gripped your arm and gave you a look.

‘’Stark, are you seeing this?’’ Steve asked.

‘’Seeing. Still working on believing.’’ He replied before asking. ‘’Where’s Banner? Has he shown up yet?’’

‘’Banner?’’ Steve questioned, puzzled.

‘’Just keep me posted,'' Tony said.

You and the other three huddled beside a taxi. Steve had his shield raised, and Barton had drawn his bow. You all glanced up to see Loki leading a bunch of Chitauri down the street and attacking them with a series of explosions, overturning and demolishing cars, and further increasing fear.

''We’ve got civilians trapped up here,'' Clint announced.

Steve took a step forward and gave a faint glare at the individual who had started all of this turmoil. ''Loki.''

''They're fish in a barrel down there,'' Steve muttered to himself.

Laser beams blasted all of them from behind before anyone could respond.

As Clint took shelter behind another taxi to assess the situation, Natasha pulled out her pistol and fired back at them. Chitauri soldiers descended from the sky, landing on top of cars on the ground and peering at you.

''We got this. It’s good. Go'' Natasha said, turning to look at you and Steve.

''You think you can hold them off?'' Steve asked as he turned to face Clint.

''Captain.'' Clint started as he turned to face Steve. ''It would be my genuine pleasure.''

Clint pulled out an arrow and shot one of the aliens in the head, distracting them. As Natasha stood up to begin shooting at the aliens, Steve glanced at you, and you nodded. You both dashed to the bridge's edge before leaping and landing on a bus.

You dashed off the bus and leaped from it. When you looked around, you saw Steve leaping atop an exploding car before immediately jumping off and landing alongside her as the aliens continued firing at him. You and Steve dashed forward, dodging alien attacks.

You and Steve began rushing to the plaza, where you knew the cops were stationed, to seek their help in evacuating people. As the Chitauri soldiers continued firing at the two of you, you both jumped from one car to the next.

When you looked forward, you noticed a large gathering of police officers shooting at the aliens flying by. Steve leaped and landed on top of the car in front of them, while you landed alongside him on the ground.

''You need men in these buildings.'' Steve turned around and gestured to the side before continuing. ''There are people inside, and they can be running right into the line of fire. You take them to the basements or through the subway. You keep them off the streets. I need a perimeter as far back as 39th.''

''Why the hell should I take orders for you?'' One of the policemen asked, and your eyes began to glow pink and your hands started to glow as well. Both cops looked down and stepped back, their guns drawn and ready to kill you.

Before you could respond, an explosion exploded behind them, signaling the approach of Chitauri soldiers. You conjured a shield to deflect their lasers. Using your powers, you slammed one into the ground so violently that it obliterated the pavement, then you used your powers and made a gesture towards another, causing the alien's internal organs to rupture from within, splattering alien blood all over you.

You then performed a hand motion that caused all the alien blood on your body to vanish. When you looked up, you saw Steve grab a gun from a Chitauri soldier's hand, chopping off the alien's arm with his shield, and knocking the alien off the car.

The police officers were taken aback when you and Steve easily fought off the Chitauri, before turning around to tell the rest of the police team what Steve had told them. ''I need men in those buildings, lead the people down and away from the streets.''

He turned around and talked into his shoulder-worn walkie-talkie. ''We’re going to set up a perimeter all the way down to 39th street.''

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡 𝗨𝗣 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗧, who was clearly outmatched; he shoved them all back with his shield, and you conjured a gun, killing a few aliens. Suddenly, lightning hit and killed all of the aliens. When you looked up, you saw Thor land right in front of all of you.

''What’s the story upstairs?'' Steve asked as he approached Thor.

''The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable,'' Thor explained.

''Thor’s right.'' Tony chimed in, making you all look up. 'We've got to deal with these guys.''

''How do we do this?'' Natasha asked, looking at Steve.

''As a team.'' he replied.

''I have unfinished business with Loki,'' Thor uttered.

''Yeah? Well, get in line,’’ Clint said from behind Thor, making everyone glance at him.

''I have unfinished business with him as well, so you both can get in line behind me.'' You said attracting everyone's focus from Clint to you.

''Save it,'' Steve spoke and walked away, you all exchanged glances before following him. ''Loki’s going to keep this fight focused on us, and that’s what we need. Without him, these things could run wild. We've got Stark up top. He’s going to meet us to''

Steve came to a halt as he heard an engine behind him, causing him to turn. When Banner got off the motorcycle, you all took a moment to gaze at him before approaching him.

''So, this all seems horrible,'' Bruce uttered as he gestured around.

''I’ve seen worse,'' Natasha remarked, causing you to turn your gaze toward her.

''Sorry.'' Bruce apologized, looking at her.

''No, we could use a little worse,'' Natasha said slowly.

''Stark, we got him,'' Steve informed Tony through the comm.

''Banner?'' Tony asked.

''Just like you said.''

''Tell him to suit up. I’m bringing the party to you.'' Tony said.

When you all glanced up, you saw Tony soaring around the corner of a building, trailed by a leviathan.

''I-I don’t see how that’s a party.'' Natasha stuttered.

As he began going towards the Chitauri leviathan, Bruce let out a sigh.

''Dr. Banner,'' Steve called. ''Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.''

''That’s my secret, captain'' Banner responded, halting in his step to turn around and glance back. ''I’m always angry.''

You watched as Banner transformed into the Hulk and began pounding the creature to the ground. As the leviathan started to flip, he slipped back a little.

''Hold on.'' As he fired a tiny missile at the leviathan, Tony shouted.

As you all looked away from the bright explosion, you conjured a shield in front of you and Thor to protect them from the blast. Clint took cover behind a car as Steve covered himself and Natasha with his shield.

As the parts of the Leviathan were tossed down the bridge, Thor thanked you. You all assembled in the middle and faced the enemy, who were dispersed in all directions. Hulk roared as you heard the Chitauri soldiers shrieking and wailing at all of them.

''Guys'' Natasha called, as all of you turned to face the portal and saw other leviathans emerge from it, indicating that more are on their way.

''Call it, Captain,'' Tony said.

''Alright, listen up.'' Steve started. ''Until we can close that portal, our priority is containment.''

''Barton, I want you on that roof. Eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays.'' As Cap gave the orders, you all stared at him. ''Stark, you've got the perimeter. Anything that gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or turn it to ash.''

''Wanna give me a lift?'' Clint asked Tony, looking at him.

''Right,'' Stark said, as he approached and grabbed Clint. ''Better clench up, Legolas.''

After both of them left, Steve turned back to the rest of them to continue giving orders. ''Thor, you've got to try and bottleneck that portal. Slow them down. You got lighting. Light the bastards up.''

Thor nodded as he swung his hammer and flew away.

''For both of you and myself, we stay here on the ground. We keep fighting here'' Steve said looking at You and Natasha, who nodded. ''And Hulk''.

Hulk let out a huff and turned to look at Steve, who pointed at him, giving him the last order, ''Smash.''

Before leaping up and landing on the side of a building, Hulk flashed a huge smile.

Soldiers from the Chitauri raced over to where the three of them were. The three of them broke off and went their ways, each fighting their aliens.

You headed out to locate Steve and Natasha after you finished killing some of the aliens. Natasha was resting against a vehicle, panting profusely, while Steve stood alongside her. You jogged towards them.

''Captain, none of this is going to mean a damn thing if we don’t close that portal,'' Natasha said as you all glanced up.

''Our biggest guns couldn't touch it,'' Steve stated.

''Well, maybe it’s not about guns,'' You mumbled under your breath, staring at the portal.

Steve gazed at you before moving on to the aliens, who were steadily approaching you all. ''If you want to get up there, you’re going to need a ride.''

''I can fly.'' You said.

''Are you sure about this?'' Natasha asked as she stood up from where she was resting.

''Yeah… It's going to be fun, and I can't die anyway, so.'' You responded, looking up at Steve and Natasha with a grin.

''I’m going with you.'' Natasha grabbed her arm before she had a chance to resist.

𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔 𝗚𝗨𝗡, tumbling along the edge before rising and approaching the CMS machine gently.

''The scepter.'' A voice spoke out, causing you and Natasha to turn to the side.

Doctor Erik Selvig was lying on the floor, looking frail.

''Doctor,'' you said as you and Natasha walked towards him.

''Loki’s scepter. The energy.'' Selvig said. ''The Tesseract can’t fight, but you can’t protect against yourself.''

Natasha kneeled in front of him. ''It’s not your fault. You didn't know what you were doing.''

''Actually, I think I did,'' Selvig responded. ''I built in a safety to cut their power source.''

''Loki’s scepter.'' You said finally realizing.

''It may be able to close the portal,'' Selvig said before glancing down at the level beneath him. ''And I’m looking right at It.''

You and Natasha waited as Dr. Selvig prepared everything after retrieving the scepter.

''Right at the crown!'' He shouted as he indicated where the scepter should be placed.

You nodded and pushed past the barrier with the specter in front of you. You felt a force pushing the specter away, but you kept forcing it back, pausing just before you were about to touch the Tesseract.

''She can close it. Can anybody copy that?'' Natasha asked through the comm. ''She can shut the portal down.''

''Tell her to do it!'' Steve responded almost instantly. Natasha was about to repeat what Steve had said to you, but Tony interrupted.

''No, wait.'' Tony called.

''Stark, these things are still coming,'' Steve shouted, confused about why Tony didn't want to close the portal yet.

''I got a nuke coming in, and it’s going to blow in less than a minute,'' Tony explained. ''And I know just where to put it.''

''Stark, you know that’s a one-way trip,'' Steve said, but Tony didn't respond.

You and Natasha stood there watching as Tony, who was holding the missile from behind, sent it into the portal. Soon after, you watched the whole Chitauri army collapse to the ground, lifeless.

''Close it,'' Steve commanded through the comm, Natasha nodded to you, indicating that you should close the portal.

You went back to face the Tesseract, gradually pressing the scepter on the cube, feeling the pressure intensify. Then, out of nowhere, a beam of light from the machine surged up through the portal, gently closing it.

You recognized Tony as a small figure who emerged from the portal. You let out a relieved sigh and grinned, and you and Natasha ran to the edge of the structure, when you saw he wasn't slowing down in his descent.

As he fell and tumbled down a building, the Hulk appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Tony. When he got to the ground, Hulk threw Tony off him, and Thor and Steve dashed over.

Cap checks for a heartbeat when Thor removes Tony's face plate, and he notices the arc reactor is not glowing. The Hulk roars and beats his chest at the same time. Tony gasps and opens his eyes, glancing around, startled.

𝗟𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗧 𝗨𝗣 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗦 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗬, 𝗜𝗡𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗬, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗠. He cautiously turned around to see the entire team gazing at him, their expressions irritated and pissed. Clint aimed an arrow at his head, and Loki merely stared anxiously at all of you.

''If it’s all the same to you.'' He began, glancing at Tony. ''I’ll have that drink now.''

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souper-gay · 2 years

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Green Octopus

Part 2 of Face Paint

Summary: After meeting the Barton Family and Natasha, Y/N is given Nats number by Clint who saw the obvious tension between the two. Y/N takes a chance and texts her, this is what happens. Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader Warning(s): Whole lotta fluff Word Count: ~5k A/N: Holy shit, I just wanted to say thank you all so much for giving part 1 so much love I really do appreciate it. I hope this didn’t take too long and that you all love it!

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In Part 1

Your POV

You stare at the slip of white paper for a few minutes before shoving it into your pocket, not able to hide the dopey smile on your face. James returns a few minutes after.

“Guess what loser, I got someone’s number,” He tosses the napkin onto the table for you to examine and check its authenticity. “I win.”

“So did I.” You set your piece of paper on the table as well.

“Wait with the redhead?”

“Her name is Natasha. And yes, her.”

“Are you gonna text her?”

“I think so, should I do it now?” The mere thought of texting her makes you dizzy causing you to question whether it would be too soon. Does she even know that Clint gave you her number?

“I say why not,” he sits down next to you after putting his trophy in his pocket. “She seemed hella interested. Just go for it.”

You shrug and pick it up to dial her number into your phone. You take a few minutes to compile a text before hitting send, letting your adrenaline fuel your confidence rather than your fear of rejection.

You wait a few minutes before feeling a vibrate in your pocket. Pulling out your phone you see her response to your text.

Natasha’s POV

“You gave them my number?” I stare down at the message still in disbelief at what Clint did.

“Who?” He tilts his head, trying to pull off his innocence but the badly disguised smirk still peeked through.

“You gave Y/N my number.” I reread the text for the fifth time, a small smile on my face noticing how formal and well thought out it was.

“What did they say?”

I hand Clint my phone displaying Y/N’s text and wait for his input as I stand beside him watching Laura and the kids play the milk bottle throwing game, Cooper and Lila wanting to win a giant teddy bear that reaches closer to my height than theirs.

I smile watching Cooper use up his three attempts with Lila rooting him on, each ball slamming hard into the wall behind the pyramid of milk bottles with a thud. After watching her son lose, Laura puts her hands on his shoulder gently rubbing them, leaning forward to give him reassurance and a quick peck on the top of his head.

His mood didn’t change much after hearing his mother's words but he still stood to the side and cheered on Lila as she stepped up. I noticed that Cooper’s throws packed a lot of punch and speed however they were not accurate. Lila’s throws, on the other hand, were precise and near-perfect aiming closer towards the bottom row of bottles however they did not knock the tower over.

Now having to comfort both kids, Laura took her turn and with ease she knocked the weighted bottles strategically aiming for the bottom row. It took her a few throws trying to find the right amount of force but with her last ball, the clank and clutter of the dingey milk bottles hitting the cement floor ringed throughout the booth.

Cooper and Lila slam their tiny bodies into their mother completely in awe at how she won, the game seeming to be impossible in their eyes. Laura smiled innocently acting as if her glorious win was nothing special but to her kids, it must’ve meant so much.

The precious moment brought me back to Ohio and the carnival. It was around noon when Yelena and I finally convinced our parents to let us try a game something similar to what Cooper and Lila were playing however it was with dented, aluminum cans creating the tall tower, and instead of the prize being a stuffed teddy bear, it was a stuffed horse.

We weren’t able to knock the surprisingly sturdy pyramid. I knew that many of the games were rigged but I was so sure that I was gonna be able to knock down the tower and so was Yelena, however she took her loss a little harder than I not realizing that the odds were stacked against her so she asked our mother to win her something.

To our surprise, she elegantly stepped up to the man working the booth and paid for 3 baseballs. Unlike Laura, Melina toyed with the metal tower throwing the ball and hitting two of the top cans before effortlessly knocking the bottom corner right from underneath. With a grin, Melina picked out the horse and handed it to Yelena who beamed at the stuffed animal.

After seeing how easy American fair games looked, an unimpressed and boastful Alexei wanted to try out a game but kept boasting about how he should show off his strength. The man standing at the booth recommended and pointed toward the direction of where we could find something called the High Striker.

Alexei led the way and was very delighted to see that the man had not lied to him. I remember the tall metal structure poking out at about 20 feet into the air, the edges covered in bright lights flashing an array of colors.

“Oh, this will be easy, sweetheart. Kids look at how cool your dad is!”

Walking up to the man, Alexei paid for his attempt and lifted the somewhat tiny mallet in his hands as we watched from the side. The man working the machine kept playfully toying him and teasing him, not expecting much since he had seen many fail. Looking back at us, he winked at Melina and smiled at Yelena and me before turning back to the bright red target on the floor

Swinging the mallet over his head, I recall that it almost looked comical, like it weighed closer to a toothpick rather than a sledgehammer. Slamming it down onto the target, the metal slider leaped up the vertical rail and crashed into the bronze bell, reverberating out a loud ringing ding throughout the area. It was so loud that nearly everyone turned to see where the sound came from.

The man, slacked jawed and wide-eyed, handed my father a blue teddy bear still in awe at what he just witnessed. The next thing I remember was Alexei handing me the teddy bear pulling me into a hug as the four of us continued our day.

Snapping back to reality, the blanket of nostalgia being pulled back, I hear both kids arguing about what color to pick so Laura chose the typical brown bear so that the two of them would be satisfied.

“Hey, Nat could you take a picture?”

I turn to look at her and smile. “Yeah no problem,” I reach for my jean pocket to fish out my phone only to remember that Clint still has it. I turn to catch him typing. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” He laughs and sprints behind his family to act as a form of protection.

“Clint, hun, what are you doing?”

“Trying to help Nat out.”

“Give me my phone, Barton.”

I hear giggles from the mini Bartons as I stomp over effectively parting the makeshift protection Clint tried to use. I reach out to quickly swipe the phone out of his hands and hesitantly look at what kind of chaos he created within the device.

My eyes widen seeing the text that Clint sent. “You set me up on a date, tonight?”

“Yup.”

“A date, with who?” Laura asks, quirking an eyebrow and holding the giant teddy against her front.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N is so cool,” Lila beams, still nonstop talking about them even though it has been 30 minutes since they parted. “Do you think we can see them again, Mom?”

“Maybe but they are probably still working though, sweetheart.”

“They said that they get off in an hour and a half actually,” Clint announces with a proud smile. “I’m such a good wingman.”

“Shit.”

“Ooh Auntie Nat said a bad word.” Cooper teases giggling.

I roll my eyes smiling. “Yes I did but it doesn’t mean you can say that though, those are adult words.” I turn to look at Clint. “Look, today is meant to be with the kids. I’m not even dressed for a date nor was I even prepared for one.”

“You still have time so we can figure it out,” Clint hooks his arm around my shoulders pulling me into his side. “I know you can’t get enough of us.”

Your POV

Nothing can wipe the smile off your face as you reread the text Natasha sent you. You still cannot believe that she agreed to your idea of a spontaneous date and you’re kind of regretting it.

Your anxiety is causing your leg to be rapidly bouncing, your designs to become rushed, and you to check your phone every 5 minutes even though you’re well aware that none of those things won’t magically speed up time.

“Okay okay you are driving me up a wall with all this fidgeting, Y/N,” he drags one of the chairs near you and sits down. “What’s up?”

“I asked her out, she said yes and asked what time I got off work. I said in less than 2 hours and to meet me back here.”

“So is it just nerves or-”

“I didn’t plan for a date today, James,” you sigh rubbing the beginning of your brow and feeling the tense muscle. “I don’t have a spare set of clothes other than what I’m wearing,” you display your current state with your hands for added emphasis on the drabby and paint covered shirt and jeans.

“I wasn’t expecting all of this to happen at all, and plus,” you lean forward in your chair. “She is way out of my league, dude. I mean you’ve seen her.”

“She may be but that doesn’t matter because she was into you, I mean c’mon the tension was becoming too much that even the family had to leave- fuck I had to leave for my own sanity.”

You slap the palms of your hands to your face to let out a muffled groan. Maybe you should cancel or reschedule. Why did you say that today of all days was good? You really need to think before you text.

“Y/N seriously you gotta stop stressing yourself out. If you want I can lend you the shirt that I brought.”

You snap your head up hearing his offer. “If you don’t mind, I would definitely appreciate it. Thank you.”

“Hey not a problem, gotta keep up the reputation as being a damn good wingman.”

You laugh. “I think I’m good this time, James”

“Fine fine, you’re no fun.”

“You’re just upset that I didn’t make use of your help the first time.”

“Hey, it almost worked alright.”

“Okay? I didn’t need your help when it came to Natasha.”

“Alright, touche. Go distract yourself because you will drive me insane with all of your fidgeting.”

You take his advice and begin to meander around the booth hopping between tedious tasks like cleaning up and organizing paints, swapping out water cups, and applying small touchups to the designs on your own faces in hopes of curving your anxiety.

This had been able to keep your mind busy and you’d rather put your anxiety out on frantically scrubbing horribly caked brushes than rush through someone's face painting so it was perfect seeing as it had slowed down giving you time to do some chores.

Typically, your busiest times would be before noon since it would give people all day to show off their designs. Anything later than that and the heat of the sun could make someone sweat the drying wet paint off or just not be as visible when it gets dark.

Since it would get busy early in the day, you and James would be scheduled for the day and then another two would come in later for closing. You have met the other two, but you mainly were paired up with James and it really worked out great for you which was another reason why you liked this job.

It didn’t feel like an hour and a half passed until you saw your coworkers walk up to the booth. The four of you talked and joked about the day, James even brought up how you had a date soon and everyone got in on teasing you however they decided to be helpful, thankfully, suggesting some ideas to you on what would make a great classic carnival date.

Natasha’s POV

“Auntie Nat?” I hear Lila ask as she strides beside me, holding my middle fingers within her tiny hand

“Hm?”

“Have you thought about what you two are going to do?”

I most certainly didn’t do that. “Of course I did.”

“Are you nervous?”

“She’s never nervous sweetheart, she’s pretty good at a lot of things,” Clint reassures Lila and even me included unbeknownst to the family

“That’s true, she’s even good at all of the games we played today!”

I smile at her sweetness, a heartwarming reminder that Lila has always been my biggest fan and glued to my hip ever since I was first introduced to the kids.

I remember that Laura had to assess me first, rightfully so, before letting me meet them. But there was something about the look that she gave me that gave herself away. She knew I wasn’t a danger to her family, I think she just wanted me to work and convince myself that. It worked, these kids make me incredibly happy and I almost cried when they first started calling me their ‘Auntie Nat’.

It made me appreciate all the little things Laura does for me and realize that she truly trusted Clint with the company he keeps. It’s why they work so well, they trust each other.

Looking back down at the littlest Barton beside me, I give her hand a soft squeeze as we pass the ring toss.

Wait a minute.

Before the four Bartons could even blink, I fast walk over to the ring toss booth simultaneously pulling out the game card Clint bought for me. I hand it over to the woman running the booth and they hand me 5 red, plastic rings and quickly explain to me the rules of the game.

“Oh my god are you seriously going to win them something? Who knew Natasha Romanoff was a romantic,” Clint chuckles before he grunts probably receiving an elbow to the ribs from his wife.

“Babe, leave her be. It’s a cute idea.”

“Make sure you get them the green octopus, that’s their favorite!”

I chuckle hearing Lila’s reminder and how she spoke, already having full confidence that I was going to win. Focusing on the tops of the bottles, I knew that the rings would bounce and make things a bit trickier so I aimed closer to the beginning rows of bottles, keeping my hand as level to the table as possible, and flicked my wrist watching each ring spin in the air.

My smirk grew wider and wider on my face as I watched all five of the rings bounce a few times before landing perfectly on the necks of the bottles. I look at the worker as I simply point to the Giant Green Octopus hanging in the back hearing the family cheer and clap for my victory.

I smile taking the soft, stuffed animal, completely satisfied with my win and the prospect of completely surprising Y/N. I recollect hearing them say that this prize was one that they had wanted, I want to show my interest in some way and listening to someone's likes and dislikes is the bare minimum in my opinion.

“Wait, I want to win this one,” Cooper asks, thinking he could replicate the same thing I did.

“In a bit honey,” Laura reasons. “We will come back.”

The young boy nods, satisfied with the answer as the five of us thank the worker and continue our path toward the painting booth, not taking long before we see the bright yellow lemon in the distance. With the green octopus tucked under my arm and with my other hand holding Lila’s tiny one, I can’t help myself but gently rub my thumb over Lila’s fingers to help me calm myself down as we close in on the lemonade stand.

“Hey,” Laura whispers to me. “You’re great and it will go great.”

I smile at her compliment and her confidence in me. “I know, thank you, Laura.”

“Yeah,” Clint interjects. “Just don’t try to run off or bore them.”

I can’t help but snort at his comment. “I won’t. I am actually excited for this weirdly enough” I slip my hand out of Lila’s tight grasp.

“Good, keep us updated.” He says but I can hear the lecturing tone in his voice even with the playful nature trying to mask it.

I step in front of the two kids and crouch down so that I match their heights and immediately wrap my arms around them to pull them into a bear hug. I feel their arms wrap around my neck prompting a soft squeeze from me before I let go and stand up, ruffling their hair with a chuckle. I begin walking in the direction of the painting booth turning over my shoulder to wave at the four before I round the corner.

I guess this is happening then, I am going on an impromptu date. I never thought that my day was going to be anything close to this. A part of me wants to convince myself that it was just because of the environment and the circumstances and how close we were sitting but, that only added to everything that was happening.

When we spent that short hour together, they showed genuine interest that nobody else, other than a few people, displayed. With Y/N I could see it all in their body language and I don’t even think they realize that their body language was an obvious tell: tilted head to show interest, close proximity, eye contact, heavy breathing, and sweaty hands because they kept having to wipe them on their jeans, hell even the flirting.

So maybe whatever this is with Y/N could be something, I’d like to find out.

Your POV

Walking out of the secluded corner of the booth, you had finished changing shirts and now you are scanning your jeans to pick at the larger bits of dried-up paint covering the fabric. You’re not sure how long spent doing this useless task but it had been a distraction from your anxiety. Once you are satisfied, you walk over to your bag to begin packing up your things.

Humming along to the music blasting that’s through the speaker system, you rock your head gently to the beat and softly sing along to the lyrics whilst putting all your paints and brushes away in your backpack, topping it off with your dirty shirt that you changed out of.

You noticed that your hands were sweaty as they stuck to the fabric of the shirt when you were packing it away. You sigh and sling the straps over your shoulders and meet up with your coworkers at the front of the booth seeing James getting ready to clock out as well.

“Hey, you ready for your date?” James asks grabbing his employee ID and the tablet to start the process of clocking out of his shift.

“I fucking hope so,” you shakily chuckle. “I hope I don’t embarrass myself in front of her or say something stupid.”

“Eh you always do that, I think she actually finds it charming.” James teases typing on the screen. It looks like he’s almost finished, fuck you want to be done with your shift and be ready to leave with Natasha as soon as possible. You’re not really sure how your anxiety can take much more waiting.

“Again I hope so, oh, and thanks again for letting me borrow your shirt. I’ll give it back tomorrow.”

“I know. But don’t stress about that right now,” He pauses clicking the confirm button and finishing clocking himself out. “She’s almost here.” He hands you the tablet and waves to you walking away to leave the fairgrounds.

“Shit.” You don’t even bother to look for the red hair or the beautiful green eyes, instead focusing on the tablet wanting to hurry up and clock out.

You hear the faint click of boots grow louder as you rush through the process, sighing when you saw the finish button pop up and tapping it with your finger. You look up with the intention of searching for Natasha but you see her standing right in front of you on the opposite side of the table.

A “Hi” was all you could say, staring at her as the sunlight was perfectly igniting her red hair and casting her in a vibrant warm orange tone that complimented every part of her. It was something you wanted to capture but you knew better than that. You wanted to clock this into your memory. You were too selfish to share this image in front of you with anyone.

“You haven’t blinked since I got here.” Natasha teased with a knowing smirk.

You felt your face get hot, finding out she was right as the tears collected along your lower eyelids making you have to blink them away with a chuckle.

“Sorry, you just look really good.”

“I look the same, you saw me less than two hours ago Y/N.” You know what, you’d be perfectly okay embarrassing yourself if this is what you’d be gifted with.

“And I should’ve said it then.”

She chuckles shaking her head. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, just clocked out actually so you have perfect timing,” you walk around the table and reach her side, walking away from the booth waving goodbye to your coworkers.

You take a chance and look at her to notice she was already staring at you with a small smile. “What? Do I have paint on my face?”

“No no,” she giggles and you swear your heart soared at the sound. “I won you something.” That was when you noticed her arms behind her back. She stops walking to reveal what she was hiding behind her back. The green octopus.

“Oh my god, you actually remembered?” You stop and take the stuffed animal from her, the image of Natasha playing ring toss repeating in your brain making you smile.

“Lila actually. She dragged me to the ring toss herself.”

You look back up at her. Although the odds of Lila commandeering the redhead’s skills were likely, you believed that she listened to your conversation with the youngest child.

“So this is from Lila?”

“From me. She just reminded me.”

You chuckle at her insistence on giving the little girl credit but let it slide. “Thank you, I wasted too much money trying to win this thing.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Okay, so I have the queen of carnival games standing next to me. Is this how we will spend this date,” You grin tucking the stuffed animal under your arm to continue walking alongside her. “Playing every game here so you can show off?”

“I was hoping that we could do more than that” You can see the amusement in her eyes at your reaction to her statement. She’s trying to trap you and you want it to work, the way she’s looking at you paired with her low raspy voice that is sending chills throughout your body is almost addicting.

“I got a couple of ideas. C’mon.”

Natasha’s POV

“We should take the sky ride since it leads directly to the food trucks,” Y/N suggests trying to quickly get dry with the help of the slowly disappearing sunlight. The two of us had decided to go on the water ride not too long ago and they, unfortunately, were still drenched.

I smile watching them sidestep and hop into patches of light that peak out over the tops of tents and booths. “Good cause I am starving.”

“I am too. I’m okay with whatever you would like, I’m surprised that I haven’t gotten sick of the food here yet since I have been working here for a few years.”

“Why did you decide to work here anyway?”

“Well sometimes the classes can cause art block and I can’t get any good ideas out there. Working with kids and their endless imaginations makes it easier to keep a creative streak and is a good refresher for me when school starts back up.”

“And the same thing with James?”

“I suppose so but he also enjoys just painting whenever he can, I notice him sketching whenever we are slow.”

We catch sight of the Sky Ride, which is essentially a ski lift, and stand in line quickly making our way to the front. The workers wave to Y/N, saying quick hellos, and lead us to the landing spot telling us when to hop onto the seat.

I quickly change spots with Y/N so that when we get on, they would be in direct sunlight to help keep them warm and dry up faster. I did it just in time too when I suddenly felt the chair hit the back of my thighs. I hop onto the seat and watch Y/N do the same, quickly pulling down the bar to keep us strapped in.

I look out over the fairgrounds and the gleaming lights that are now starting to shine through as the sun lowers behind it closer to the horizon. Y/N’s sigh pulls my attention away from the sight as they lean back and put their hands behind their head clearly enjoying the soft warmth of the sun hitting their skin and slowly drying their still damp clothes.

I skim over their features easily finding water coating their skin or the dark spots of their jeans become lighter as they dry. I feel a quick breeze that makes Y/N shiver slightly from the abrupt chill before settling again in their seat. I do catch a strand of their wet hair fall over their face but they don’t reach to push it back, enjoying the moment of leisure.

I reluctantly pull my eyes away to look back at the sight of the fair, the display making me wonder what Clint, Laura, and the kids are doing right now and how many more stuffed animals they’ll have when I meet up with them later.

After a few comfortable moments of silence, Y/N shifts in their seat to take in the sights of the fairgrounds now shifting into a bright beacon as the day turns to night; it seems as if the atmosphere changes as the sun sets, the muffled screams of people on the rollercoasters and the loud music from the concert hall getting louder.

“I also decided to work here because my family loved coming here when I was younger,” they smile and chuckle probably remembering those moments. “Didn’t really play many games since I wanted to go on all of the rides and eat all the greasy foods.”

I smile detecting a hint of nostalgia in their eyes, a part of me wanting to see what kind of memories they had stored. After I defected to SHIELD two years ago, I started to meet more people, like Clint and Laura, and slowly let them into my life. In those early days, it was hard to not be jealous or crave for a normal childhood after hearing people tell me about theirs.

The normalcy is what I tend to focus on when speaking to people about their childhoods. I obviously notice the smiles, the tears, the body language, and the voice changes but I yearn for their memories because I wanted them to be mine instead of what I got. To dream about what could have been.

But this time is different. When Y/N tells me little bits, I am okay with just listening and watching rather than inputting myself into their stories.

Instead, I notice the way they unabashedly smile when they hear their favorite song play on the speakers or when they talk about art. I notice how they give me intricate details and context to a story they're telling, allowing me to hop in seamlessly whenever I want to joke or tease them about something embarrassing they had done.

They are considerate and observant, always pulling me closer when there is a dense congregation of people so that neither of us loses one another, always beating me to a door so they could open it for me, always remembering to ask if I was doing okay. Always offering something with a genuine look in their eyes.

Their eyes.

Their eyes hold so much emotion, so many stories, and a whirlwind of thoughts. They always asked thoughtful questions and honestly answered my own. Whenever I spoke about myself, they listen giving their full attention to me. Their head is tilted, hands out in front of them, everything that tells me they are genuinely interested in what I have to say.

People who had tried to talk and ask me out did none of those things. Always asking ridiculous or gross questions and not even listening to what I have to say. And when I ask something, it is always a crude answer. I was seen as a trophy or something perfect, whether it’s for their imaginations, intentions, or status. I’m not a trophy nor am I perfect, I’m neither of those things.

But with Y/N, they cared about everything I would say or did and they showed it with all the little things they did as our date progressed.

I watch as Y/N continues to stare out before suddenly turning to look at me. Our eyes catch hold and we both smile. I now realize how close I had gotten when I saw them put their hand on the seat and felt it brush mine. They shift so they can lean against the side of the chair and face me, their other hand holding onto the bar.

“You’re the one not blinking now, Natasha,” they tease but their smile remains.

“And what makes you say that?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“And if I am? What are you going to do about it?” I set them up for success as I have been on our date. I think they caught that a while ago but when they willingly step in, they pull back. I am making it obvious this time around.

“I might have to ask you out on another date. Just to give you more time to stare.”

“I won’t say no.”

“Good to know.”

I notice their eyes dashing down to my lips and then back up immediately blushing knowing that I caught them and their intentions. “Is your masterpiece on my face still holding up?”

I watch them lean closer as if they are examining the condition of their work, but instead their eyes don’t leave mine. They don’t even glance down at the painted spider on my face, not even distracted by the bright red hourglass in the middle of its back.

I see their hand move up to hold my jaw still being gentle and delicate like I was something that was priceless to them. This act, this feeling of intimacy on repeat in my brain mirroring what had happened hours prior. I take a second to feel how different it was this time without all the dried up paint covering their skin, how the small bumps and bits that were strangely smooth are now gone.

“You look amazing, my work just covers it up.”

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A/N: Let me know if you guys want a part 3 and you can send me your ideas!

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Home Again

Clint Barton x reader

Clint was finally home after Fury had given him some time off. When he got out of the car, he saw his wife with their son in her arms, hugging.

Their son was hugging her as he was getting tired, but when he saw Clint, he cried out daddy and wiggled out of his mom's arms. He ran over to him. Clint picked him up and held him tightly. When he looked up at his h/c haired and soft e/c eyed wife, she had tears streaming down her face. She ran over to him, hugged him, and buried her face into his shoulder while he was still holding their son in his right arm. He hugged her back tightly, but not tight enough to hurt her and their son, Brandon. Later that day, Brandon's friend's mom came to pick him up for a two-night sleepover. When he left, Clint began to make something to eat for himself and y/n.

"Y/n foods ready." He called out to her.

She walked in wearing one of his shirts and sat at the table.

He put the food in front of her and struggled to control himself. After they finished eating, y/n went to take her plant, but as soon as she stood up, Clint grabbed her hand, and pulled her onto his lap to kiss her passionately. She kissed back, putting her arms around his neck.

"I love you. I missed you and Brandon so much." Clint whispered, just touching y/n plump pink lips with his own.

"I love you so much, and we missed you terribly." She told him as she gave him a small sad smile.

To show his love, Clint gave her a night to remember. In the morning and the next day, they just spent time together doing anything they want.

When Brandon got home, he was attached to his dad's hip. Two months after Clint arrived home, y/n was getting 'sick' in the morning, and she had a good idea of what was 'wrong'.

"Clint, I need to tell you something." She whispered to him.

"What is it?" He asked her whilst holding onto her face, after turning towards her.

Tears began to rim her eyes as she looked at him, making eye contact. Clint wiped the tears that fell down her cheeks.

"I-I'm p-pregnant." She stuttered out with a watery smile.

A grin made its way onto his face as he pulled her towards him and kissed her. She kissed back, putting her arms around his neck. He moved his arms down to her waist to cage her.

"That's amazing, baby girl." He whispered into her hair as he kissed her head.

They told Brandon, and he was excited, a baby brother or sister. When Clint had to leave to go back to work, y/n already had a bump and it was around the time the baby will be kicking. Clint felt horrible because he won't be able to feel it, but as he was about to leave, y/n grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. He looked at her confused and was about to ask what she was doing.

But he felt it.

He felt the baby kick. He kissed her, then her stomach and after had to leave. He said goodbye to Brandon the day before as he didnt want it to be harder then it already was to leave them. Once he left y/n went to get some more sleep, until Brandon woke her up to play games together.

The end.

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Masterlist

#x reader #reader #clint barton #clint barton x reader #avengers #wife reader #x wife reader #home again

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Requests

Status: CLOSED

Alright, requests for all of my fandoms are open. Send some in while you can, they will not be open long!

Writing Prompt List #1 *210 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; & Scenario Prompts)

Writing Prompt List #2 *200 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; and Scenario Prompts)

Sensory Prompts #1 *125 prompts (nature ambiance; fluff/relationship; angst/sad; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Sensory Prompts #2 *around 130 prompts (nature/outside ambiance; relationship/fluff; angst; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Rules Page *Basic Rules: - I only write 'x reader' inserts; no ships or oc inserts - GN!Reader only - I do not write specific body types, or for other specific physical characteristics, since I try to keep my inserts as neutral as possible - No nsfw; no pregnancy/children, no readers/character fics below 18

You can request for fics/oneshots or headcanons.

You can send in your own plot, and/or 1-3 prompts. Feel free to mix and match from the prompt lists!

Full Fandoms List Below Cut:

9-1-1 (FOX show)

Evan “Buck” Buckley Eddie Diaz Det. Lou Ransone Howard “Chimney” Han

The Boys:

Serge “Frenchie” Hughie Campbell Billy Butcher

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton Simon Basset Colin Bridgerton *maybe others?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike Angel

Criminal Minds (I have only watched seasons 1-11)

Spencer Reid Aaron Hotchner Derek Morgan

Doctor Who

Ten Eleven Twelve

Elementary

Sherlock Holmes *I have not watched the whole series so I wont write much for in-show plot points

Firefly

Malcolm Reynolds Simon Tam

Lark Rise to Candleford

Daniel Parish Fisher Bloom Sir Timothy Midwinter Alf Arless Mr Rushton

Leverage

Eliot Spencer Quinn Alec Hardison

Magnificent Seven Tv Series (1998-2000)

Chris Larabee Ezra Standish Vin Tanner Buck Wilmington

The Mandalorian + TBoBF

Din Djarin Cobb Vanth Boba Fett (prefer platonic)

M*A*S*H (Tv Series)

Hawkeye Pierce BJ Hunnicutt Trapper John

Merlin (BBC)

Merlin Arthur Gwaine Percival Lancelot

Moon Knight

Steven Grant Marc Spector Arthur Harrow

Person of Interest

John Reese Others; platonically is preferred

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright Gil Arroyo

Shadow and Bone:

Kaz Brekker Matthias Mal Alexander/Kirigan ?

*I have read the Grishaverse books, so I am willing to write around that plot. But the characters will be in character for the show, and the characters will be written as 20+ as their ages are not stated in the show but it feels as though they are aged up in the depiction.

Sherlock (BBC)

Sherlock Holmes Greg Lestrade Jim Moriarty

Star Trek: Discovery

Christopher Pike Gabriel Lorca (willing to write for an alternate ‘Prime’ version of Lorca) Sarek Spock **I’m in the process of watching Disco and am currently on Season 3. I will be watching Strange New Worlds when I can. **please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

Star Trek: Enterprise

Captain Archer Trip Tucker Malcolm Reed

Star Trek: Voyager

Chakotay Tom Paris

Stargate Sg-1

Jack O’Niell Daniel Jackson Jonas Quinn Cameron Mitchell

Stargate Atlantis

John Sheppard Carson Becket Ronon Dex

Supernatural *Have only watched seasons 1-9

Sam Winchester Dean Winchester Castiel Gabriel Gadreel Balthazar Crowley Lucifer Caine

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale Peter Hale

Vampire Diaries & The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson Klaus Mikaelson Damon Salvatore Kol Mikaelson Lorenzo “Enzo” St John Finn Mikaelson

**Never watched The Originals’, so I only know the Mikaelsons from TVD.

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MCU:

Original Avengers:

Tony Stark Steve Rogers Thor Bruce Banner Clint Barton Natasha Romanoff

Others:

Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson Helmut Zemo Loki Heimdall Vision Scott Lang Peter Parker (Garfield and/or Hollands; aged up) Dr. Stephen Strange T’Challa Agent Ross Shang-Chi Peter Quill

*** Feel free to ask about other MCU characters; I will write for most (depending on if I like the request as well) ***

X-Men

Original Timeline Movies: Logan/Wolverine Scott Summers Kurt Wagner “Nightcrawler” Viktor Creed “Sabertooth”

First Class Timeline: Charles Xavier Eric Lehnsherr Hank McCoy Alex Summers Azazel Peter Maximoff “Quicksilver” Warren Worthington III “Angel”

**Many of the younger characters ages are not obvious in the First Class movies, so everyone will be written/suggested as 20+

The Eternals

Druig Ikaris Kingo

Venom (1 & 2)

Eddie Brock

Deadpool (1 & 2)

Wade/Deadpool Ajax/Francis Cable Domino

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Star Wars Universe

Episodes I-III

Anakin Skywalker Obi Wan Kenobi

Episodes IV-VI

Luke Skywalker Han Solo

Solo: A Star Wars Story

Han Solo Lando Calrissian Dryden Vos

Episodes VII-IX

Finn Poe Dameron Ben Solo/Kylo

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The Hobbit/Lotr

Thranduil Thorin Kili Fili Bard Legolas Aragorn Eomer Faramir Elrond

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Fantastic Beasts: ((JK Rowling is a bigot and anything I write regarding the wizarding world is of my own imagination and a continuation of a world I want untainted by her bigotry))

Newt Scamander, Percival Graves *So far I have only seen the first movie

**I will possibly write for characters from Harry Potter or Marauders, such as the Weasley twins, Malfoy, Cedric, Remus, Sirius, etc. But if I do, it will be after they leave Hogwarts and are 18+.

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Star Trek AOS

Cpt. Jim Kirk Dr. Leonard McCoy Spock Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Pavel Chekov Hikaru Sulu Khan *please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

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The Outsiders

Darrel “Darry” Curtis Maybe: Sodapop Curtis Dallas Winston ^^Aged Up

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Pirates of the Caribbean (1-4)

Captain Jack Sparrow Will Turner James Norrington Elizabeth Swann/Turner

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Magnificent Seven (2016)

Joshua Faraday Billy Rocks Goodnight Robicheaux Vasquez Red Harvest

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Maleficent I & II

Conall, Borra, Diaval, Maleficent

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E

Napoleon Solo Illya Kuryakin

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Kingsman: The Secret Service and The Golden Circle

Eggsy Unwin Hamish Mycroft “Merlin” Jack Daniels “Whiskey”

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Jane Austen/Period Movies:

Pride and Prejudice (1995 & 2005) Characters: Mr. Darcy and Mr Bingley (other characters if requested)

Mansfield Park (1999 & 2007) Character: Edmund Bertram

Sense and Sensibility (1995/2008) Character: Edward Ferrars

Emma (2009 & 2020) Character: Mr. Knightley

Persuasion (2007) Character: Captain Wentworth

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Outside Characters:

Actors who have multiple characters outside of the listed fandoms that I am willing to write for!

Charlie Hunnam:

Arthur (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword) Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen) William “Ironhead” Miller (Triple Frontier) **Will also write for Ben Miller

Oscar Isaac:

Santiago “Pope” Garcia (Triple Frontier)

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All That Matters

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha and her daughter have a disagreement, but there’s nothing they can’t work out.

Note: A little mama Nat angst, but I promise it doesn’t end sad! Enjoy this one!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

When Natasha gets home from picking the kids up from school, you know something is off.

Your son shuffles in with an apologetic smile and his little sister on his hip. Your oldest daughter soon follows with not so much as a tiny glance at you as she walks up the stairs.

Natasha enters the house last and shuts the door a little too loudly.

“Everything okay, babe?” You ask her.

“No,” she replies quickly.

You stand up from your chair and walk towards your wife. You can see the weight she carries on her shoulders. Wrapping her in a hug, you don’t feel her hugging back.

That’s never a good sign.

“What happened?” You ask.

Natasha sighs. You let go of her and pull back to look into her eyes.

“Can we just talk later?” Nat asks. Her voice is distant. It breaks your heart.

“Yes, of course, baby. Go for a run or do whatever you need to feel better,” you say.

With that, Nat disappears into the bedroom. You get back to work for another hour or so before you start dinner.

You don’t see Natasha again even once you call everyone for dinner. As you suspected, you check her location and she’s not in the house.

“Where’s Mama?” Your young, innocent daughter asks.

“She had to go into work,” you lie. “We’ll save her some dinner.”

“Does she even like spaghetti?” Your son asks.

“Everyone likes spaghetti,” you reply, causing him to chuckle.

Your oldest daughter remains emotionless at the conversation. She won’t look you in the eye.

“Ali, how was your day today?” You try to get her to speak.

“Fine,” comes her quick reply. She doesn’t look at you, but instead stares down at her plate.

“Can you look at me when I speak to you?” You ask her.

She lifts her eyes up and you see they’re full of tears. You stand up and move next to her.

“Ali,” you say softly. “What’s wrong?”

She stands abruptly and storms out of the kitchen. You hear her door shut upstairs.

“Alright, Ivan, I need you to tell me what happened with Ali and Mama,” you say to your son.

“I don’t know much, but when I got in the car Ali and Mama were arguing about something,” Ivan explains. “It ended with then both saying some hurtful things about each other.”

“Okay,” you say. Not that helpful but a little more information. “Thank you.”

You finish dinner and get Belle tucked into bed. Ivan promises not to stay up too late playing video games, so you leave him be.

You contemplate knocking on Ali’s door but you really want to talk to Natasha first. She’s still not home, so you call her phone.

“Hey,” she answers.

“Hey Natasha. Where are you? Are you coming home?” You ask her.

“I don’t know,” she says.

“What?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t come home,” Nat says.

“Why would you not come home?” You ask.

During the time it takes her to respond, you get on your laptop and track down her phone. She’s at the avenger’s compound.

“You’re better off without me,” Nat says. “The kids are.”

“Hey, you know that’s not true. Natasha, please-“

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Natasha interrupts. She hangs up the phone.

You have to go talk to her. So, you gather your things and tell Ivan he’s in charge. Belle should stay asleep and Ali hasn’t left her room still.

On the drive to the compound, you think about all of things Natasha and Ali could’ve said to each other. You pull into the drive quickly and rush inside.

Clint is standing outside of the training room door when you arrive. He won’t let you in.

“I know she’s in there, Barton. I need to talk to her,” you say.

“She’s not okay right now, y/n,” Clint says.

“I know. That’s why I need to see her. Now are you going to make me tackle you or will you get out of my way?”

The tone of your voice makes Clint step back. You enter the training room and find Natasha at the punching bags.

“Natasha,” you say to get her attention. “We have to talk.”

“No we don’t,” she says, hitting the bag between every word.

“Can you please tell me what happened? Ali stormed upstairs during dinner in tears. Ivan said you and Ali were fighting,” you say. “What about?”

Natasha stops punching the bag and looks at you. Her resolve breaks and she falls to her knees. You watch as she sobs, finally letting herself feel the hurt.

You give her a moment, knowing she doesn’t like to be held immediately when she’s upset. She’s always had to self soothe, but she slowly lets you in. Lets you help.

Nat reaches her hand out for you and you take it in yours. You kneel on the ground in front of her to get on her level. You brush a loose strand from her braid behind her ear and softly rub your thumb over her cheek.

“I’m here,” you say.

“She knows everything,” Natasha says.

“What do you mean by everything?”

“Some kids at school find out about my history,” Nat says. “Not my avenging, but my not so great history. And I guess they confronted Ali about it. She was blindsided.”

“Nat, hey it’s okay. You know you didn’t have a choice,” you remind her. “None of that was your decision.”

“She doesn’t see it that way. And even if she did, I still did all of those things. So now her classmates get to talk shit about it,” Nat vents.

“We’ll stop them.”

“What’s the use?” Nat asks. “They already know. Who did I think I was thinking that I could get away from my past?”

You shake your head at that.

“No, Natasha. You don’t need to do this. Don’t blame yourself for the fact that these kids were mean to Ali,” you say. “What did she say to you?”

Natasha takes a moment to collect herself. It hurts to remember.

“She said I was a liar and a fraud,” Nat says. You gasp and Nat nods. It’s true. “And I tried to explain to her that we chose not to tell her for her own good, but she wouldn’t listen. Maybe it wasn’t the right choice.”

“I’m so sorry, Natasha. I really thought we made the right decision,” you say.

“I did too.”

You let silence linger for a moment. You knew that the kids finding out about her assassin past was always a fear of Natasha’s. It’s a nightmare coming true for her.

“Ivan said you both said hurtful things at the end of the argument,” you recall. “Does that have to do with why you’re here upset and she’s at home upset?”

Nat nods. You see regret flash through her eyes.

“She said that I’m not her real mom,” Natasha says.

“What?” You ask in shock. “Natasha, you’re her mom.”

“Not according to her,” she says. “You’re her mom, but I’m just an asshole who’s been lying to her her whole life.”

“God, Nat. I don’t know what to say. But you know that’s not true.”

“The asshole part might be true,” Nat says. “Because I told her that if she was so dead set on me not being her mother then I would leave.”

“Nat,” you scold her. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” She asks. There’s a hint of sarcasm to her voice. “You’re better off without a fucking assassin getting in the way of things.”

“You’re not an assassin anymore. You never were,” you say.

“I was.”

“You weren’t.”

“Yeah I-“

“Natasha! Stop it! You were forced to do a lot of things you didn’t want to do. But you were never an assassin. It was just your job. And now, you’re a hero. You’ve saved countless more lives than you’ve ever taken,” you say. “Do you hear me, Natasha Romanoff? Don’t you dare reduce yourself to being someone that you never even were.”

Natasha nods. You’re both overcome with emotion and cry together. She lets you hold her this time. You don’t let her go.

“We need to get home to the kids,” you say.

“Okay,” Nat agrees.

You drive back to the house in your car, opting to leave Nat’s motorcycle at the compound.

The house is quiet when you get home. Nat goes toward the bedroom but you grab her hand before she can get too far away.

“Go talk to her,” you say. Nat pouts. “You won’t sleep until you do.”

“Why must you always be right?” She asks.

“It’s a gift,” you joke. “Let me know if you need me.”

Natasha nods and kisses your lips softly. She takes a deep breath and goes upstairs. She knocks on Ali’s door and opens it when she hears permission given.

“Hey Ali,” Nat says.

She walks in and sits on the edge of her bed. The teenage girl rests against her headboard.

“You know sometimes I imagine what it would have been like to be a normal teenager,” Natasha says. Ali’s attention is piqued. “To go to high school, have some friends, run around town, and get into trouble with boys or girls.”

Nat turns her head to look at Ali. The girl is hanging onto her words even though she’s upset about what happened.

“And you get to do that. We wanted you to get to do that,” Nat continues. “And I know that got fucked up today. I’m truly sorry. But you have to understand that I only- we only- keep that from you to protect you.”

Ali speaks now, “I understand that, Mama. But you don’t know how shitty was to find out about my mom’s assassin past in class in front of all of my friends.”

“No, I don’t know,” Nat says. “Tell me how shitty it was.”

“I just wanted to cry,” Ali explains. “And I was angry, so I hurt you.”

“Yeah, you did hurt me. And I hurt you.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Me either, malyshka,” Nat says.

Ali’s eyes fill with tears at the heaviness of the conversation. She never wanted to truly hurt her mother. She loves her more than anyone in the world, even you you’re pretty sure.

Nat doesn’t say anything but she shifts to sit next to Ali against the headboard. The teenager immediately falls into her mama’s arms. They both cry.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Natasha says, rubbing her back softly as Ali cries in her arms.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I’m so sorry,” Ali chokes out through her tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Nat continues to hold her daughter until her tears have subsided. Ali keeps her head on Natasha’s shoulder even then.

“So, I’m sure you have some questions,” Natasha says.

“For right now, I just want to sit with you,” Ali replies.

“Okay. I can do that. But if you ever want to know anything, I’ll tell you,” Nat says. “I don’t ever want you to be blindsided again.”

“Thank you, Mama. You’re the best,” Ali says.

You come upstairs at just the right moment to hear those words. So you step into the room.

“I knew you liked her best,” you joke and the girls laugh.

“I love you too, Mom. You’re also the best,” Ali says.

“Yay,” you say as you walk further into the bedroom.

“Everything okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, we’re good babe,” Nat says. “We’re just sitting together now if you want to join.”

You walk around the bed and sit on Ali’s other side. She takes your hand in hers. You kiss her forehead.

“I’m sorry for storming off earlier, Mom.”

“That’s alright, sweetie. You had some big feelings going on,” you say. “I love you. Both of you.”

“We love you too, Mom,” Natasha says. You chuckle.

It always makes you laugh when she calls you mom. It’s a habit from teaching your kids what to call you.

“And we love you, Mama,” you reply.

The three of you sit together and just enjoy each other’s company. One day Ali will ask for more information about Natasha’s past, but for now she’ll trust in what she knows about her mama.

She loves her and she takes care of her. Nothing else matters.

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