#clint-knits-everyone-socks

[one-lost-vickle]

Clint Headcanon

I like to think that Clint would totally be into crochet and knitting. He spent so much time developing nimble and calloused fingers from wielding a bow and arrow, that it would be nothing for him to work with one or two needles. It would be something to do while he sits on the balcony or in one of the avengers towers indoor gardens. I think he would cozy up on one of Tony’s unconventional sofas and  work when no one else is around. He does it do destress from having to be so observant during his job now he can mindlessly do something simple for him.

After a few months a new throw blanket is added to the sofa. There’s a new mat in front of the sink. A few new color coded scarfs by the door. No one knows where they’re coming from and are too absorbed in their own activities to actively confirm who is making them. Most of them just assume it’s Pepper (she assumes it’s Banner but won’t say anything out of politeness).

However, Natasha has the sneaking suspicion it’s Clint. She’s know him for so long and sees the way his hands twitch when they aren’t doing something. One day she confronts him, id say sneaks up on him, but in all honestly they’ve been working together  for so long, they cannot really scare the other.

So one night when he hears her silently making her way down the hall, he doesn’t stop his activity or even pause his movie. He just asks her to grab a snack on her way in. (Later she would ask him to teach her and she would struggle at first, but eventually a few more socks would turn up in everyone’s drawers).

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[sarcastich]

read it on ao3!

Little Things

Peter woke up to the soft sound of the ocean coming from his alarm, at exactly 8 am, like any other morning. He got up and shuffled over to his ridiculously large closet in his even more ridiculously large bedroom suite -courtesy of Tony Stark to all the Avengers- with a yawn.

He picked his outfit for the day, an oversized pastel yellow sweatshirt with a cartoon bee on it, and baby blue scuffed jeans.

Peter walked over to his door and opened it, poking his head out to see if anyone else was around, but he was only greeted to an empty hallway. Leaving the door open, he headed back inside his room to finish getting ready.

He liked doing that; Having his door wide open. He knew that everyone there had gone through a hard time and well.. If anyone ever needed to talk, they’d all know his door is open to them. Literally.

He stepped out of his room ten minutes later, now with a pair of matching bee long-socks and headphones in.

Walking down the hallway, mouthing the words to his song and nodding along to the beat, he bumps into Tony, “Whoa there, kid”, he holds Peter by his shoulders, raising his eyebrows.

Peter pulls out an earbud, wincing. “Sorry Mr. Stark!”- An ad decides to blare out right that second, sounding a lot louder than his music.

Tony chuckles and crosses his arms across his chest. “C’mon, I told you to stop calling me that, Pete.”

“Right, right sorry, Tony”, He smiles and points his thumb down the hallway. “Breakfast?”

Tony shrugs and shakes his head, “Oh, I’ll just have Dum-E bring me some coffee or something.”

Peter pouts and crosses his arms like him, “You never have breakfast with the rest of us, c’mon grouchy pants, be a bit more passionate, spend some time with us-“, Peter kept going on about reasons why he should join the everyone for more meals, and Tony joined in, talking over him, “-what do you mean, be more passionate, you all live in my building, this is so insulting-“, rolling his eyes and following Peter -Not that he had much of a choice, since somewhere along his rant Peter had started tugging on Tony’s sleeve and pulling him down the hallway.

They walked into the kitchen, where Clint was leaning over the counter, checking his phone, a croissant and a mug of something hot in front of him. “Hey Clint!”, Peter chirped. The only acknowledgement he got from Barton was a single wave, and a mumble, his eyes never leaving his phone.

Steve was sitting next to Bucky on a wide couch in the open room on the other side of the kitchen counter –which was more than often used as a dining room-, a discarded newspaper beside them as Bucky pointed to something on an IPad Steve was holding, showing him how he could surf news websites instead of “-reading newspapers like a boring old man.” “Hey-!”

Bruce Banner and the Widow were nowhere to be seen.

Peter let go of Tony’s arm, his headphones forgotten around his neck, and started pulling out containers of pre-cut fruit as Tony poured out two mugs of coffee. He handed Peter one and they both sat at the other end of the counter, giving Clint some space.

Peter scrunched his nose up at his coffee and got back up, returning with a mug that was more milk and ice than coffee. Tony gave him a poker-faced look. “Oh I’m sorry, but some of us don’t like things that taste like drywall.” “Excuse me-” “You’ve been excused, now eat.”, he nudged a small bowl of berries towards Tony.

Tony looked at Peter, hand on his chest, “The audacity-”, he popped a blueberry into his mouth and his face morphed into something of happiness. “I’ve haven’t had these in so long-”, “Yeah I bet”, Peter snorted and took a sip of his coffee, (If you could call it that) and put one of his headphones back in.

An entire bowl of berries and four Spotify ads later, Tony left for the workshop, with a snarky remark and a genuine word of thanks from Peter.

Three hours later, in the middle of his workout session, a notification on Peter’s phone let him know the details about his new Spotify premium account. With a small smile and a roll of his eyes, he stepped off the treadmill that had slowed to walking speed, and patted his forehead with a soft towel.

Pulling a grey hoodie on, he fast-walked to the kitchen and pulled out a bowl of small, cut carrots from the fridge and made his way to Tony’s workshop, knowing he’d probably still be there. He and Dr. Banner were two of the very few people who had access to this room. “Knock knock”, he announced his presence in a singsong voice, thought he knew that F.R.I.D.A.Y had probably let Mr. Stark know that he’d be coming. “Hey kid”. Peter walked across the many parts and mechanical tidbits strewn across the floor and made his way to the table Tony was sitting behind.

“I come bearing gifts-”, he said as he set the carrots down on Tony’s table, -“And thanks. Seriously, I know we can’t stop you from spending money on us, but Spotify premium?” “What, the ads were annoying-” “You didn’t hear me talking, but you heard the ads-”, “Oh it’s just some silly little app anyway”, Tony replied, crunching down on a carrot piece. Peter sighed, walked around the table, and gave Tony a one-armed hug around the shoulders since he was still sitting down. “Thanks, Tony.” “Yeah yeah, get off me, kid.”, he grumbled and pat Peter’s arm, a smile growing on his face.

The rest of the day, every time Tony would finish his fruit, a new plate of snacks would show up less than fifteen minutes later, with no sign of the boy himself.

~

Six months later, just as Peter was dosing off in Tony’s their bed, in Tony’s their bedroom, he finally got to find out what his “super-secret project, no you cannot help me, and no one can know what it is”, project was.

Tony dramatically entered the room, startling Peter out of his half-asleep state, waving something around, “Oh my God, Peter, it’s finally over, Pete, old ladies do this as a hobby, a hobby, I tell you”,- rolling his eyes and dropping onto the bed. “Christ Tones, what’re you on about?”

Tony holds out what he was holding. Peter’s expression of confusion and slight annoyance instantly turns into one of adoration. “Tony-”, “No, okay I know it isn’t perfect, but you were really upset when I spoilt your bee sweater,” –He said with a smirk- “And I wanted to make you something anyway- hey hang on, why’re you crying, baby, oh n-”, Peter cut him off with a big kiss, and snatches the newly knit sweater from tony. It was a soft peach color, and had two little knit bees in front. It fit him perfectly, a little bigger than his own size, but that was Peter saw as his perfect size anyway.

He wore the sweater for four days straight before Tony made him take it off to shower.

#starker #starker fic #AechWrites #Little Things #am i doing this tag thing right? #pls im so scared #first fic

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

Into you- Steve Rogers x Reader

Professor!Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve Rogers has been your Professor for a while now and now that you were in person he had been sending you mixed signals.

18+

Word Count: 1800

Warning: Blow Job, deepthroat, professor kink, um a hint of praising

Author's Note: My friends and I decided to do Marvel Professor AU and well I decided to do Steve.

Professor Steven Rogers, it was hard to focus in class due to him being so handsome.

Having Zoom classes for the first half of your semester made it so much easier to focus on what he was teaching instead of how good-looking he was. But hearing his voice didn’t help either.

Transitioning to in-person classes, you were so nervous.

Professor Rogers was more handsome in person. His broad shoulders were amazing, his ocean blue eyes, his perfect hair and him being 6’0, wait- are you daydreaming again. No, no, focus on what is being taught.

Besides Prof Rogers being the handsome guy, he was such a fun professor to have. Everyone loved having him as a history professor. He focused more on making sure his students would have a fun time learning than having their heads stuck on a book. His classes would usually fill up within the first day of registration.

Oddly enough, whenever he would grade an assignment, there would always be a wink face written on your paper. You would look around at other students, and they would have a smiley face. You didn’t think much of it since you did amazing on your assignments most of the time.

You were a little shy to ask him why he was giving you random winks on your papers; meanwhile, he wouldn’t do it for other students. “Professor Rogers- can I ask you a quick question about something?” you tuck your hair behind your ear and look onto the ground focusing on the nice shoes he had on.

“Call me Steve. And yeah, what’s up?” he continues to wipe down the board.

Grabbing the sleeves on your shirt and start pulling them downwards, hiding your hands from him. “ I was wondering about the small notes on my paper” your voice got small, but it was loud enough for him to hear you.

Steve turns around to face you, and he notices your face was facing downwards, and your cheeks were bright red “if it makes you uncomfortable. I can stop writing them down” a worried look formed on his face as he knits his own eyebrows together. He never thought that he would make you feel uncomfortable, and if Steve did, he needed to know to stop doing it.

Your eyes slowly roamed from his shoes to his face as you lifted your head to have a clearer view of how he looked like. “no- it’s not that. I truly don’t mind. I was just wondering why you were doing it” you started swaying back in fourth. You were nervous to talk to him.

A soft chuckle escaped his mouth “are you a bit nervous, darling?” he places his hand on his waist and observes the reaction you had.

“no- not at all” you could feel your face burning. You could already imagine how red your face must be. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m heading home now. Thank you for your time, Steve.”

Before walking away, Steve grabs your arm and tries to stop you “hey, we should go to my office. I can make you a cup of tea or coffee to help you relax” You nodded in agreement.

As you two were walking to his office, he asked you a couple of questions about yourself. Such as what you did for fun outside of school? Do you have any pets? Etc. He wanted to get to know you. He knew it was completely wrong to do. But something about you caught his attention since the first day of classes.

Walking into his office, you didn't think that it'll be cosey, but it was instead of having a normal table for students to sit on. He had small bean bag chairs and a complimentary chair. His lights were dimmed and, on the walls, there were frames with pictures of the Avengers.

Steve notices you are staring at a particular one with Natasha, Banner, Tony, Thor, and Clint. He chuckles as he pours hot water into a mug "2012, to be honest, I don't quite remember what happened, but it was crazy" he starts walking towards the shelf full of boxes of different types of tea's and pull out a packet that flavored lavender with honey.

You gave him a brief smile as he hands you the mug with hot water "thank you."

He sits down on the bean bag chair and copies his motion on sitting on the one next to him. "so, as I was saying-"

"why was I drawing Winkey faces on your papers" he interrupts you. He already knew what you were going to say. He takes a big gulp since he knew that what he would say next would make him potentially lose his job. "I've liked you for a while. And I know telling you this will jeopardize my job, and I may lose my job because of it. But I needed to tell you this." He gets up and looks outside of his window, facing his back towards you. There isn't turning back. He said it already.

You were completely shocked. You weren't sure what to say or what to do. One thing you knew is that you wouldn't want to jeopardize his career nor want Steve to lose his job. You stand and start walking to where he was standing. Placing your hand on his bicep and slowly moving it, "Steve, I feel the same way about you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this interaction."

Steve takes a big breath that not only you felt the same way towards him but that no matter what happened in the four walls, it won't go into the outside world.

He turns around to face you and places his hand on your cheek, and gently started to move his thumb against your skin. Even though you told him how you felt, there was something else that was addicting to him. He didn't know if it could have been the way you dressed or the way you were so kind-hearted, but something about you was like an addiction to him.

Steve stares at you with these soft eyes and a smile. Without a second thought, he wanted to know what your lips tasted like. He presses his lips against yours, roughly kissing you. Steve pulls away, unsure what he had done. "I'm sorry I-"

Getting on your toes and placing your hands on both sides of his face, you rapidly pull him into you slamming your lips onto yours. You both put every ounce of frustration into the lip lock, and greedily you took it. You have been craving this moment since the day you had met him.

"Darling, with that short skirt and high thigh socks. You were very distracting today," he whispered onto your lips as his hands were moving from your face towards your waist. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer towards him feeling your body against his.

Humming against his lips, "I didn't mean to be Professor."

Steve's hand roams your body again, placing his hand underneath your skirt and cupping your cheek. "I don't believe you one bit. But there is a way you can make it up to me for being such a big distraction" pulls away from your embrace.

You noticed Steve’s eyes were darkened, full of lust. He leans in forwards near your ear and gives a growl, “on your knees, little one.”

Without breaking eye contact, you slowly kneel on the floor in front of him. You start to unzip his pants and slightly wiggle them, pulling his cock out. As it was right in front of you, you slightly widened your eyes in surprise. He had a thick, veiny, large penis. You place your hand around his cock, giving it a few pumps. Your thumb brushing on his swollen head caused you to lick your lips.

You proceed to pull his pants down to his thighs. His cock leaking precum. With a moan, you opened your mouth wide, holding your tongue out. Steve quietly growled underneath his breath. You flutter your eyes as you press your tongue against his tip, catching the drip of precum. “fuck, just like that,” he whispered. Your lips were pressed against the head of his cock as your hand was jerking his length. Flicking your tongue on his tip and gently kissing it.

A sharp breath left Steve’s lips as you were wrapping your lips around him. You were heavy sucking on the head of his cock, gently moving your tongue around his flesh as your hands were occupied with pumping the base.

Steve tried to be quiet be he couldn’t. He places his hand on your head, wrapping your hair around his fingers. He started to guide you and gently control your movements. Cupping one of his balls in your right hand, you were rolling them and squeezing them. You wanted to try something, so you remove your hand and decide to slowly take more length inside of your mouth. Gagging as the head brushed over your sensitive part of your mouth.

Moaning around him, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Seeing the reaction, he was having was priceless. With the effort to swallow down what was left, you tried to ignore your gag reflex. When he felt the reflex against his cock “fuck, fuck- little one, you feel so good.”

Chocking and gagging, spittle and drool leaking down your chin. As the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You have dreamt of this day for a long time. Wondering how he would taste like.

“fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum” Steve chanted as he growled. Having a stronger grip on your hair. Tenderly yet demanding shoved his cock in further down your throat. After a couple of more pumps and head movements from up and down his cock his cum hits the back of your throat, making him want to push him off, but you wanted all of him.

Steve was above you, slowly letting go of his tight grip and massaging and running his fingers through your hair. “Next time you know, you can’t be wearing things that can be distracting, little one.”

Pulling his cock out of your mouth, he pulls up his pants and sits right next to you on the floor. He grabs the box of kleenex and helps you wipe your mouth.

Steve pulls you in to hold you into his arms “are you okay?”

Placing your head onto his chest, it felt like you were finally at peace. You briefly nodded in agreement that you were okay.

“Don’t worry, darling. One day, I’ll take you home, and I’ll pleasure you instead,” he whispers into your ear seductively.

#steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #captain america #captain america x you #steve rogers smut #marvel smut #avengers smut #avenger x reader #avengers x y/n #professor!steve rogers

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 4

Y/n Stark

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: the avengers find some stuff out about y/n

Warnings: swearing

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"SO there's some weird HYDRA girl locked and sedated in my basement? Cool, don't want to know." Tony dismissed, not looking up from his white mug as he tipped a generous amping of sugar into his black coffee. He swirled the liquid in the mug and turned around, leaning against the counter as he raised the drink to lips lips and took a sip before sighing intently. Bruce frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Tony, I don't think you get it, I ran a DNA test and-"

"And she's probably some innocent girl that went missing years ago and was never found? I get it, I feel bad for her but at the end of the day she has nothing to do with me." Tony dismissed, pushing away from the counted to deposit his now-empty mug in the sink. He turned the tap on, rinsing out the cup before carelessly placing it on the drying rack.

"Just, please, come and see her. You won't regret it, and if you do - dinner's on me?" Bruce suggest, arms outstretched in welcome. Tony rolled his eyes, before scoffing.

"Yeah, no. I'm good. Catch you in the lab later though?" Tony was quick to deflect, exiting the room with so much as another glance. Bruce's hands feel to his side with a slap as his shoulders sagged in defeat.

...

Bruce nervously paced the lab, desperate to tell someone his horrifying discovery. The click of the door made his head snap up, a smile of relief spreading his on lips at the sight of Nat.

"Nat, finally." He sighed, walking towards the scowling girl.

"What did you need to tell me Bruce? You sounded pretty urgent when you called." She pressed, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a brow. His smile faulted, his gaze dropping to his hands where he fondled with a biro pen.

"I- uh. I made a... discovery about y/n." Bruce confessed, finally meeting Nat's eyes.

"Go on.." Nat prompted. Bruce took a deep breath, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. "Bruce-" she started.

"Y/n isn't entirely human-"

"Well we knew that much."

"It's what she is, that's shocking. Looking threw all her blood tests and whatnot - it's showing she has an ability to manipulate minds when she s-sings. It's like a certain note her voice forms that can control the minds of people around her."

"So what is she?"

"I don't know, there's not really a name-"

"A siren. She's a siren." A third voice joined the room, and both the avengers' heads snapped round to the direction it came from. In the door stood Steve, shoulder leant against the frame and ankles crossed.

"Who's watching y/n?" Nat asked.

"Clint. Anyway, my father - he used to read me a story when I was a kid. The Odyssey, I believe it was called. It was a Greek myth about a bewitching girl who lured saloons in with her voice so she could feed off them." Steve continued, pushing himself off the door frame and walking further into the room.

"There's no way that's real, though." Nat dismissed, frowning heavily at his words.

"No, no. He has a point - I mean, look at Steve. Look at me." Bruce said, gesturing to himself and Steve. "We shouldn't be possible, but science does some crazy things. Y/n was with HYDRA, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Well, what if they did this to her. We know she was taken when she was young, so what if they did so to experiment on her?"

"I should go talk to her, you know - girl on girl. She seems to like me, maybe she knows what she is and she might open up to me, if I ask nicely." Nat suggests, walking out the room when she was met with no protests from the two men.

"There's something else I should mention." Bruce started fidgeting again, which man Steve's brown knit together.

"What is it, Bruce?" The super-soldier prompted. Bruce continued to fidget, not looking up from him hands as he spoke.

"Are you aware Tony used to have daughter?" Bruce asked sheepishly.

"Tony had a daughter?" Steve said, brows now raised with genuine shock. He knew of Tony's...escapades from before he was with Pepper, but he couldn't see Tony as the type to actually keep a child from just a one-night stand.

"She was adopted, some kid he found on the streets with no parents. So he took her in, raised her and then she just disappeared. Many people have forgotten she existed, and those that remember her are all under the impression that she is dead. I thought so too, until..." Bruce paused, flipping through some papers on his clipboard until he found what he was looking for. "Until this." He finished, handing the board over to Steve.

In Steve's hands was proof that matched y/n's DNA to that of Tony's adopted daughter.

"Well that explains the name, and her hesitation to tell us who she really is." Steve frowned, eyes scanning over the paper repeatedly. Bruce hummed in agreement, taking the clipboard back from Steve when he held it out for Bruce to take. "Do we tell Tony?" Steve asked after a moment.

"He doesn't want to know, I've tried telling him but he doesn't care." Bruce told Steve and Steve pressed his lips together as he thought. "I do think we should wake her up though. If she's Tony's daughter there can't be anything that's more dangerous about her than you expect her attitude." Bruce said and Steve nodded, suppressing a laugh.

"I'll tell Nat to wake her up." Steve said as he exited the lab.

...

The steam from the shower engulfed me, my hands running through my hair and brushing out the tangles lightly. As I scrubbed the shampoo from my scalp, I hummed a small tune - thankful to be somewhere noisy enough that I wouldn't risk affecting anyone with my powers. After waking me up Nat told me to clean up and get changed before handing me a pile of clothes and telling me that she would meet me at my room in half an hour to take me to meet the rest of the team.

Shutting the water off, I slid the glass door open and my feet padded onto the thin bath-mat. The towel wrapped around me as I patted my hair dry with another one, looking over my scarred figure in the large mirror opposite me.

A large scar spanned the width of my stomach, smaller remnants of cuts littering my thighs that were joined by one larger one from where I was once stabbed. Looking at myself over my shoulder, I observed the large scars that spanned over my back, the layers fading at different degrees from their varying ages. The memory of how I got them brought tears to my eyes, which I was quick to blink away and focus back onto what I was doing.

Pulling the large sweatshirt Steve had lent me over my head, I left the large bathroom clad in a pair of leggings and some socks I borrowed from Nat. I brushed my fingers through my wet locks, detangling them. I threw the towel onto the bed in the room I had been assigned and plopped down next to it, taking my time to survey the room I barely got a look of earlier.

The door to the en-suite bathroom I just exited sat on one side of the room, accompanied by a big closet and a dressing table. A chest of draws was propped next to the king sized bed the sat in and the free corner housed a small kitchen. It had a stove, fridge-freezer, sink and a few cabinets. On the side sat a kettle, toaster, blender and some chopping boards.

A sharp knock on the door bought me back to my senses, making me perk up a little at the sound of Nat's voice.

"You feeling okay?" I nodded. "Good, well Steve and Bruce want you to meet them in conference room 4. I'll take you." She quickly added the last part in seeing my scared face.

As we walked down the halls we chatted, talking about our pasts and finding out that we were fairly similar - we were both forced into the bad things we did, we both found a way to redeem ourselves, neither of us have ever had a boyfriend and we both love chicken noodle soup.

"Well, this is it." She announced, pointing at a door to our left. I nodded, going to open the door before pausing and turning around.

"Thank you. For taking me with you, for giving me this chance, for hiding me from HYDRA - thank you, really." I spoke softly, giving her the friendliest smile I could muster.

"No problem. I couldn't live with myself if I knew we could've helped you. Everyone deserves a second chance."

"I genuinely can't thank you enough - you saved me." I said, quickly swiping away the threatening tears with the heels of my hands.

"I was nice meeting you, y/n."

"You too." And with the last words said, I pushed the door open, walking into the room and being instantly greeted by Bruce and Steve.

"Hey, y/n, why don't you take a seat and we'll get the introductions out the way?" Bruce suggested and I nodded shyly. I took a seat next to Steve, who appeared to shuffle slightly away from me but I couldn't be sure.

"So, another midgardian?" a bulky man with shoulder length blonde hair and a red cape clipped to his shoulders broke the silence. He was clearly the God I'd been hearing about - I mean how much more of a costume does he need to look like Thor?

"Yes, we think so." Bruce confirmed. I frowned at this. Midgardian? What the hell was a midgardian?

"We think she's been tampered with, like me," Steve elaborated, "but as far as we know, she is of this earth." Steve spoke and Thor nodded. "We are keeping her safe from HYDRA." Steve said to break the silence as they all stared at me with funny looks. I kept my eyes cast down now, cheeks hot with embarrassment after feeling so many eyes on me at once.

"Does she-" I interjected the second I heard another voice. I stood abruptly, pushing me seat back and wincing at the screeching noise it made before resuming my angry face. I slammed my hand down the table as I stood, catching the attention of everyone sat at the table.

"If even one more of you refers to me as 'she' rather than just fucking talking directly to me I am going to end up sirening one of your asses!" I demanded, seething with anger. A grin broke out on Thor's face.

"Atta girl, I like this one already!" He laughed and I sat down again, smiling contented ay his compliment.

"She's got Tony's patience, all right." Another man remarked with a smirk. Steve simply rolled his eyes as common menus about my attitude were thrown around the room. Finally, someone addressed me. It was a woman with Blonde hair and kind eyes. She looked motherly.

"Hey, I'm pepper." She smiled kindly and I quickly reciprocated it. They went around the table - the man who had commented about my patience was called Clint, the blonde man was was indeed called Thor and obviously I'd already met Bruce and Steve.

"I'm y/n." I returned and she repeated my name in her beautiful voice, almost as if she was testing how I'd felt in her mouth.

"Y/n. A stunning name for a stunning lady." Thor commented, boyish grin still in place and I gave him a sheepish smile.

"Oh, cut it out big guy - you're like, a billion times her age." A voice came from the door and we all turned to find out who it was.

"Tony. I wasn't aware you'd be joining us." Steve said in a monotone voice and Tony gave him a tight smile.

"You don't get everything your way, Capsicle. Now, who's this?" Tony said, stuffing a mouthful of blueberries in his mouth before stuffing the bag of food in his back pocket and motioning to me with a nod.

"Tony, this is y/n," Bruce said moving out the way from where he was standing so Tony could see my face. The man's eyes widened instantly as the recognition sank in. "Y/n Stark."

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[ironhusband]

Rhodeytony seasons of love master post of headcanons

What I didn’t miss too many days and decided to make up for it this way, not at all!

Rhodey is a rocket scientist and Tony is an engineer so you would expect that if they followed the recipe for fireworks, everything would be A-Okay. But of course, those two genius boys can’t ever let anything be simple. So when they try to make fireworks for Rhdoey’s family fourth of July party, there might have a close call with Tony’s fingers and the grass in Rhodey’s yard is burned to the crisp. Mama Rhodes is Not Happy.

Rhodey doesn’t often get drunk without Tony, but during the era between Ultron and Civil War where Tony is retired, Rhodey is a new Avenger and they miss each other terribly, the team makes Rhodey drink two shots of Nat’s too strong booze, and he maybe leaves him a voicemail before being wrestled into sleep. “Toooooony,” he whines into the phone, “I love you. I love you very very much. Did you know that your friends are the best? Because they are! Sam, you are the best! Tell Tony you are the best. No, but for real though, I miss you. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. You should leave your stupid Malibu house and come live with us. Your friends are the best. And you are the best. It will be so fun. And then I won’t miss you anymore...” The next morning Tony calls him and tells him, “that’s the worst way you could have asked me to move in with you” but by the afternoon boxes start showing up.

Tony is often up by 3 AM so 3 AM voicemails aren’t uncommon, even if Tony hates leaving them (”it’s not 1993 who has an answering machine?”). He especially stays up and leaves voicemails when Rhodey isn’t there to drag him to bed. He’s usually a little bit manic, and just a tad longing at that time. But Tony’s sane enough while leaving them so it’s mostly just ramblings about Rhodey’s suit and its modifications and muses about Tony hijacking a military plane to see him. Rhodey sometimes uses them as a way to relax when he’s away and missing his husband.

None of them knit the ugly sweater. Roberta does. Tony cries when he gets his first ugly sweater from her because he knows more than anyone it’s a right of passage into being a Rhodes, and he finally gets a family. Tony wears the sweaters all the time because it fells like knowing someone cares for him. Rhodey, however, isn’t that touched by the ugly sweaters, and resumes to be seen with them. He doesn’t touch Roberta’s ugly sweaters on any day but the extremely cold or laundry day. That is why Tony is Roberta’s favorite.

Neither of them screams first in the haunted house. Our two prankster boys pull all their resources in Halloween and create a haunted house out of their MIT dorms, making everyone scream. Some of the things they invent for the house shouldn’t even be possible so people scream more than at any haunted house because they are convinced there’s magic involved. It makes Tony and Rhodey fall to the ground laughing.

Rhodey pulls Tony back in for the lazy day. Not only because Tony’s mind is so busy that he gets up way too early because he’s dreamed of an equation, but also because Tony gets up way too early for the time he fell asleep, and Rhodey wants to make sure his boyfriend gets at least some sleep. Besides, Tony needs to learn what a lazy day is and Rhodey wants cuddles when he’s finally home.

Tony is on the fall festival’s planning committee out of spite (one of the students there KICKED HIS CHAIR) and pure mischief and makes sure to ruin it in some way every year, or at least antagonize everyone else. He and Rhodey scheme every year how to torture the planning committee.

Tony wins Rhodey a stuffed platypus at the carnival and Rhodey wins Tony a faulty tape recorder. I have this exact scene in road trip fic.

Tony is the ice skating pro because he was a dancer as a child and part of his training was ice skating, but even he can’t skate without falling on his ass with how tightly Rhodey is holding on to him. Tony never takes Rhodey ice skating again, but him, Natasha, and Jeanette all have fun while ice skating together. Rhodey is upset about not getting ice skating dates with his boyfriend anymore, especially with how tight he gets to hold on to Tony in the ring. But he still likes to watch videos of Tony mastering the skill.

Rhodey makes the best hot cocoa! He learned the secret recipe from Mama Rhodes and will not share it, not even with his husband. Tony always pouts over not getting the recipe (”you’ll butcher it, no way”) but he’s happy to have his husband to make it for him, because it tastes like heaven and he’s the luckiest person on Earth for it. The Avengers also enjoy Rhodey’s hot cocoa in the winter and also try and figure out the recipe. None have succeeded so far. Mama Rhodes is delighted by so many superheroes enjoying her recipe.

Cuddling ensues when they get snowed in. Tony hates the cold and the boredom it all entails so he’ll leech on to Rhodey for warmth and entrainment. Tony sort of gets on Rhodey’s nerves by the end of it, but he finds Tony super cute when he falls asleep on his chest. It ends with Tony making himself so insane he creates robots to shovel all the snow away. It somehow works. 

Tony doesn’t much like the holidays because they bring back too many bad memories but he finds how Rhodey’s excitement adorable. Rhodey’s near childlike joy at getting presents on Christmas morning makes the holidays bearable for Tony. Rhodey insists they create their own traditions (like his parents did) when they get together and rent their own apartment during their MIT days, and so they create a few. During Thanksgiving dinner, they each get to make one dish and they order the rest of dinner to make up for the lacking food (Rhodey only made the turkey Tony only makes the cranberry sauce). Their tree is purely for decoration as they exchange gifts privately with each other, and it’s a rule that they must make all the decor for the tree. As they grow up and get more family members, the thanksgiving tradition is stopped but they leave the Christmas ones and create a few more traditions. For Thanksgiving, their small tradition is getting each other a gift card for a restaurant they recommend, a memory from the old times. They never eat at the table, but instead set up a buffet and allow people to mingle on the couches while they eat the food. Tony does the shopping for Thanksgiving and Rhodey does the cooking, except the cranberry sauce, because it’s easy and Tony can handle it. For Christmas, they have a lazy day in bed instead of wake up to see their presents. The Avengers might leave them presents under the tree but Tony and Rhodey only care about the gifts they give each other. Every new bot gets its own sock stocking and they let the bots decorate their socks. They both leave the suits in a random square in New York with the sign “they want to be dressed for the season!” and watch the different creations of Iron Man and War Machine “snow”men. It happens a few years in a row.

Rhodey hides the mistletoe right above Tony’s workshop door because he knows Tony’s always there and he’s one of the only ones allowed in, so Rhodey’ll get plenty of kisses. Plus, he gets some adorable pictures of Tony kissing his bots.

Tony hides the mistletoe in frequently-used spaces (notable mentions: Fury’s drawer when he leaves his pencils and the hanger on which Clint hangs his arrows) because he’s a little shit, and wants everyone to hate him. “I’m going to make you some of my hot chocolate, Tony,” Rhodey says as he opened the cupboard for the pot. Tony desperately tries to hide his smirk, “okay, hubby.” It takes a few minutes before Rhodey says, “fine, I’ll kiss you, but no hot chocolate for you.”

The season which reminds Tony of Rhodey is spring. Because Rhodey is just as lovely and beautiful as the season is. Spring reminds him of Rhodey’s passion and intelligence, the way everything turns green so quickly reminds him of how quick Rhodey is to develop an idea. It reminds him to pick flowers for his husband and finally being in the season to buy Rhodey’s favorite fruit, strawberries.

The season which reminds Rhodey of Tony is winter. Because Tony hates the winter. He hates Christmas and snow and rain. He hates the cold and the blackouts. So whenever something especially winter happens, like snowmen building or Christmas shopping, Rhodey thinks with a fond smile “oh, Tony would hate this”.

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[wizard--without--a--hat]

Clint Barton likes to knit

he’s always had a bit of an anxiety issue, and knitting lets him feel active and productive without going anywhere. he started with little things, just scarves and hats. after about a year he knit Nat a tote bag. 

as the missions got more stressful and the stakes got higher, Clint was finishing projects in a day. he couldn’t keep everything so he started to give all the Avengers knitwear. at first Tony gave him flack for it, but when he put on the knit cap Clint gave him, he felt very comforted. Bruce wore the knit scarf everywhere he went. 

Peter and Steve absolutely loved the knit socks from Clint. Peter would roll his jeans up higher just to show them off. Cap assured Clint that they were the sturdiest pair of socks he’d ever owned. 

Clint stepped it up and started knitting sweaters during the fight over the Sokovia Accords. Tony convinced the guards at the prison to let him knit to pass the time. the first Christmas afterwards, Clint mailed everyone a sweater with their initial on it (Molly Weasley style).

he knew they wouldn’t know they were united through knitwear but it made him feel better. he more Avengers they added, the more sweaters he’d make. he even made one for Scott’s daughter Cassie.

it wasn’t until the first Christmas post blip that the sweater impact really hit him. every Avenger wore their sweater to the gift exchange, unaware the others even owned one. Clint wore Nat’s. Pepper traded with Peter, giving him Tony’s T-sweater and taking his P-sweater. Bucky wore Steve’s. they took a group photo that hangs on each one of their fridge’s. an homage to those lost, and a reminder that they’ll always be a group, whether they like it or not 

#avengers #clint barton #hawkeye #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter solider #fatws #bruce banenr #the hulk #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #iron man #marvel headcanons

[malereader-inserts]

Wools and Needles

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: Knitting is a great skill and everyone on the team appreciates it! Word Count: 1,298 Request: “Can I request a marvel x reader, where the reader is really good at knitting and as a gift, he knits stuff for the team? -🍒” A/n: You got it, cherry 😉

Call yourself an old man.

But, knitting is one of the skills you excel at.

And not to mention that you can be pretty nifty with that knitting needle when needed to be, also known as, horrifyingly stabbing someone’s eye out with the needle. Nevertheless, knitting was a great activity for you to relax.

The team knew you liked knitting and they loved it when they come and find a present waiting patiently for them. They always feel touched that you would go out of your way to make something because why the hell not.

Bucky has an array of sweaters, all of them carefully handled and taken care of. He has different colours because he wasn’t much of a pattern guy, you found out.

“Um, (Y/n)?” Bucky comes up to you as you were getting breakfast, half-awake you looked at him, “You know your sweaters?”

“What about them, Buck? Don’t like them?” You asked, rubbing your eyes but you were sure that he flushed red.

“No! I do, I love them a lot, it’s just....” Bucky wasn’t sure if he was going to offend you, “The pattern ones, I can’t wear them.”

“Hm?”

“It makes me look fat,” You choked on the drink you were gulping down as you started to cough whilst Bucky stares at you, you tried to refrain from laughing hysterically.

“Okay, Buck, I’ll keep that in mind,” You nodded, smiling, patting him on the shoulder, “Just you know, you literally cannot be fat for the life of you.”

“That’s sweet,” Bucky chides as you chuckle to yourself, leaving Bucky in the kitchen.

Tony has a load of sweaters from you, despite being an actual furnace, he likes wearing the sweaters you knit for him. He loves it, even more, when you make a funky pattern or even a picture on the chest. Truth be told, you made a set of sweaters for the whole gang with their superhero sign on the chest, it’s what everyone likes to wear around Christmas.

“What is that?” You looked down with knitted eyebrows, almost offended at Tony’s question as you looked at the sweater you were holding against your chest to show him.

“What do you mean?” You asked, “It’s a sweater, you moron, with your iron man chest plate, I’ll have you know it took me three weeks to knit this!”

“It’s-” Tony looked up to your eyes and grinned, swooping to hug you, “Brilliant, (Y/n)!” 

“Uh!” You stumble for your balance when Tony almost takes you out, patting his shoulders with a smile, “Glad you like it, Tones.”

Thor loves socks, he savours in socks. This man has the coldest feet, it’s surprising. So, you’d happily make socks for them but there was a time you scolded at him that you would no longer make any more socks for him if he kept losing them.

“I mean it, Thor!” You scowled as Thor looked like a hurt puppy whilst Tony and Bruce had to stop them from grinning at the teammate being threatened by a human, “I will maim you.”

“Forgive me, (Y/n), I promise not to lose these ones.”

“You better,” You hissed leaving the room with your needles as Thor turns around to look at Tony and Bruce.

“He’s terrifying.”

“Yup,” The two scientist agreed, not wanting to get on your bad side, especially wielding a set of needles.

Natasha was a big fan for your scarves and a bigger fan when you threaten people with your needles, though you have never seen her sporting one of your scarves and you do not want to know what she does with it, however, she seems to light up when you present her with a new scarf.

“Should I know what you do with these,” You questioned her as you held out the navy blue scarf.

“No,” She stated bluntly, taking it off your hands.

“Will you ever wear one?” You asked her, looking at her, she turns to look at you with a soft smile and tilted her head.

“For you kiddo? Sure,” Natasha smiles and ruffles your hair, as you looked at her in disapproval as you fix your hair, “Just, uh, make two.”

You stare at her with an open mouth before closing it and shaking your head, “I’m not going to question it.”

“Better not.”

Peter is a hat guy and loves the beanies you knit for him. He always lights up as you wave a hat in front of him, it’s like a puppy getting excited when their own returns home. It’s endearing really, but you were told by Steve and Tony not to gift Peter too much because they once witness him tripping down the stairs to get to you.

“Peter,” You sang from the bottom of the stairs, he turns his head and suddenly he’s rushing towards you, “Wow, careful the-”

Then, the paces quicken as he stumbles on his feet, suddenly with each step he comes crashing down like a slinky. Steve comes up beside you whilst Tony watched from the top of the stairs. Peter makes it to the bottom, unscathed, as he stands up and grins. You hold out the new item of clothing and he quickly tries it on.

“Thanks, man!” He says as he goes to look for a mirror.

“Have you been doing Pavlov’s-?” Tony questions, coming down the stairs.

“Works wonders, boys,” You commented as the three of you just stare at each other, like a deer in the headlights, “Anyway, that kid is not getting any more hats for a long while.”

“That’s probably best,” Steve agrees, patting you on the back.

The team loves your knitting and all the things you give them. However, it’s been a while since you had given them anything since you were so busy with your life that you weren’t able to sit down and have a breather.

So, when you finally got to rest, you really wanted to nap on the sofa in the living room of the Avenger’s base. You put your music on quiet as you snuggle deeper into the pillow you lay your head on. As you sleep peacefully, it was Sam who noticed that you were passed out and beckoned the team.

They all smile as Bruce came holding a folded blanket, with vibrant colours and patterns. The blanket was knitted, but not by you. The team contributed many different squares of knitted patterns or colours. Steve and Natasha were the ones who sewed it up together. Clint was surprisingly great at knitting, in fact, it was his idea to make a big group project.

Wanda and Vision made the most intricate designs, whilst Tony spent many hours with Bruce and Peter in making the border of the blanket. Bucky and Sam were struggling to even knit so their little square patches were a little messy but full of love and appreciation. 

Thor couldn’t knit to save his life, he made two squares for the blanket at least before he was swatted away by Wanda to not to contribute anymore. Carefully, Wanda lays it on you whilst Natasha carefully stuck a sticky note upon your head.

The team disperseed and leaves you be, so when you wake up, you found yourself confused to why you had a blanket on you and where it came from. You ran your hand through the wool and laugh, noticing there was something stuck on you.

As you grabbed the yellow sticky note, you turned it around. smiling to yourself at the blanket, despite the wacky crazy patterns. There was a distinctive ‘A’ on it to symbolise Avengers. You read the note and your grin was never going to leave you for the next week.

“From us to you! - Your Team”

#Avengers #avenger imagines #x male reader #avengers x male reader #tony stark x male!reader #steve rogers x male!reader #clint barton x male!reader #peter parker x male!reader #natasha romanoff x male!reader #Thor odinson x male!reader #bucky barnes x male reader #personal favourite

[kayrogers]

so much to learn ][ s. rogers

the proposition

Paring: steve rogers x avenger!reader

Inspo: reading a bunch of Steve Rogers smut and realizing that this mans could not be HALF as experienced as he has been written to be

Word Count: 1800+

Warning(s): partial nudity, cursing, avengers being the lil shits they are, suggestive flirting, and the teensiest bit of smut

Part: part one | part ??

A/N: none

Although Steve loved his fellow Avengers like family. And they were family, to him. He couldn’t help but think that they enjoyed to make him uncomfortable.

Steve had been roped into a game of strip poker and his ears were redder than ever, thanks to a little Asgardian liquor and the state of undress his teammates were in.

Thor didn’t know what poker was and only caught on after his shirt and pants were discarded, the god proudly sitting in his boxers like nudity was no issue. You could imagine he’s posed nude before, some risqué paintings hidden away in his kingdom.

Natasha was smart, too smart and possibly cheating, as she sat comfortably in a tank top and night shorts. She had accessorized a little more than usual tonight on purpose. That, and she was just damn good at poker.

Tony was down to his button-down shirt, socks, and boxers. He kept referencing something called ‘Risky Business’ and sipping from an infinite amount of whiskey glasses. Made you laugh though.

By the time Steve’s vision shifted to you, everyone was jeering as you lost another hand. Natasha especially obnoxious with a small chant of ‘take it off, take it off!’ which Sam, Tony, and Clint joined in on. You were a little tipsy, rolling your eyes but laughing as you took off the over-sized white sweater you’d been using to protect your modesty. Underneath was a bright, stringy red thong and a matching lacy bralette. He could just barely see the small snowflakes on the part of your panties which were actual fabric.

“Santa Claus is coming to town! God damn, [Y/n]!” You blushed at Sam’s joke, fake-pouting across the table.

“Steve, it’s your turn pal.” Bucky nudged his shoulder with a smirk, pulling his best friend from the current daze he found himself in.

Instead of paying attention to the on-going game, all the super-soldier could pay attention to was you. The way the garments hugged and complimented your skin, how your cheeks nearly burned a red just as bright. It was shameful how drawn in he was.

“O-oh? Yeah, sorry I was zoned out.” He bashfully came back to reality, playing his hand and avoiding the knowing looks of all of his friends.

Luckily, you hadn’t noticed, too pre-occupied with finishing what was left of your spiked hot cocoa. Steve rolled his eyes as Natasha bested his hand once again for the night, forcing him to remove his shirt and receive a drunken high-five from Thor. Your eyes peeled up just in time to find a torso which was sculpted by very intelligent scientists a long time ago. You could say the gods, but Thor was right there and he had nothing to do with Steve Roger’s physique.

Wolf whistles rounded the table, the others all cheering at the shy Captain America. He was modest, always very much respectful and innocent. Never even took his shirt off in the gym, even if he did wear those exceedingly tight t-shirts. And you couldn’t help but find it endearing.

“I’m gonna go get more cocoa,” you mentioned to Natasha, eyes still glancing at the very attractive Captain.

You go to pick up your sweater and she grabs it, “rules are rules, [Y/n/n].” She teases you with a chuckle and you roll your eyes.

Luckily you were tipsy enough to not care, standing and taking your mug with you back towards the direction of the kitchen. Truth be told you just wanted to escape the game before you could lose anymore articles of clothing.

“Hate to see ya leave, but I love to watch ya go girl!” Wanda cackles with the rest of the gang, the thong not leaving much to the imagination as you tried to leave the room.

“Whatever Pervs!” You called back and exited the room, Steve couldn’t keep his eyes off your figure as if they were stuck there.

See the thing was, Steve had always found you very attractive. Ever since you were first a recruit for the initiative. An ex-art thief hired by Fury due to your enhanced abilities of wall-crawling and camouflage, you were a little chameleon and very useful. But Steve hasn’t admired you for that, he was a freak of human nature as well. No he was impressed by your intelligence and adaptation. You were by far the fastest learner and the most determined, possibly due to this being your only chance at not being put into federal prison, but that was besides the point. He somehow liked that you weren’t like the others in that way. You had an attitude and you spoke your mind whenever the hell you pleased, some could call you a loose cannon but all Steve could see was a free-spirit. That and your tendency to bend the rules during training reminded him of himself in the army.

“You guys are animals, ya know that?” He joked with a small smile, grabbing the sweater from Natasha and following after you.

“Yeah, go get your girl, Rogers!” Sam called after him much to the others’ happiness.

Steve just shakes his head and heads out into the hallway. He couldn’t help but notice the slight cinnamon and cashmere scents coming from your sweater as he walked to the kitchen, the holiday smells putting a slight grin on his face. It was adorable and shockingly domestic for what he’d seen of you so far.

In the kitchen, Steve seemed to find it absolutely empty. This was until he watched a mug of hot chocolate seemingly float in midair. He held back a chuckle.

“At ease, I come with a peace offering.” He holds out the sweater with a sincerity that only  the golden boy of America could have.

He watched as you suddenly appeared before him, hands still grasping the mug and he nearly choked on air. You were still in that red lace number, staring up at him with an appreciative smile that made his blood rush to his pants in a manner that almost made him feel guilty. You take the chunky, white cable-knit sweater placing your mug down to put it on.

“Thanks. You know I’m really surprised they dragged ya into that, doesn’t seem like it’s your style.” You took a sip of your hot chocolate, relishing the shot of whiskey you mixed in.

“Oh? Why is that?” He sarcastically quips, leaning against the counter across from you.

You did your best to maintain eye contact, which was a very hard thing to do with the super soldier so casually missing a shirt which was not a sight you usually got to see.

“Mmm correct next if I’m wrong, but you’re... you! You drink black coffee in the morning and read your newspaper, and blush when Nat or Tony says something brass. And I get it, you missed about seven decades of societal sexual growth. So... yeah I’d say it’s safe to presume that strip poker could make you a little uncomfortable.” You could guess it was the liquor in your system that let you go on your small over-analysis, but the arrogant smirk on your face after definitely was.

“Wow. Harsh, but I can’t say you’re wrong.” He admitted and you watched his eyes snap up and down your half-naked figure.

You found yourself wanting him to do it again.

“Yeah. It’s been kinda hard to uh catch up, for lack of better words. It wasn’t long that I was out of the ice when Loki happened and ever since it’s just been work. Relationships haven’t really been an option.” He earnestly responded and you felt your heartstrings tug.

“They never really are for people in this line of work.” You empathized before feeling a false bravery take grip, “So... no action at all since the ice?”

You could practically see his face twitch as he registered your question and tried his hardest not to show how flustered he was.

“I’m 90, not dead.” He laughed before continuing, “but um I’d still probably say I’m more inexperienced then most.”

You couldn’t believe how honest his answer was, nor how he almost managed to make it seem like he was flirting. As he spoke, Steve moved closer to you, now by your side rather than across. His eyes lingered on your features and you were thankful for the dim kitchen lighting to cover your blush.

“Oh? Care to elaborate? I mean you’re extremely gorgeous so I can imagine you gotta be understating right now.” You rose an eyebrow, taking a sip and watching how he reacted to the compliment.

And even in the low light you could see those perfect blue eyes begin to darken, something which spun your thoughts in a delicious way.

“Cute. But, I most certainly am not.” He left you hanging, as if wanting you to prove him further.

And with the Irish courage pumping through your system, you did. “Okay. And you don’t have to answer this- though I feel like if you don’t you’re kind of answering it- have you had sex?”

It was bold, made even bolder as you positioned yourself in front of him, staring up with false innocence and hot chocolate steam rising between the two of you. There was barely a foot between the two of you and you could practically feel the heat emanating from his very built torso.

He shook his head with a coy smirk and you couldn’t help but let your jaw drop.

“You’re lying.” He shook his head again.

“Blow job?” Again. “Hand stuff? Make out sesh?” He nodded.

“Damn, Captain Rogers, how do you manage? I mean it’s been a couple months for me and I am struggling.” You groaned dramatically, inwardly gaging his reaction as an idea formed in your head.

You downed the rest of your drink, purposefully placing it on the counter behind Steve. Your hand touched his chest, and you muttered a ‘sorry’. His large hand touched your waist as you reached over him as if to guide you, but it was obvious that the two of you had been waiting to break that touch barrier.

“Can’t crave something you’ve never experienced,” he commented and you arched your back, positioning your hips against his own and letting your finger drag along his chest playfully.

He kept his hand on your waist, letting the other join and pull you even closer. They felt hot on your waist even through the sweater.

You let your finger hook under his jaw, letting his blue eyes stay focused on your own, “well if you ever want someone to teach you what these experiences are like... I’m just down the hall.”

And with that, you pulled away, turning out of the room and leaving the super soldier speechless. Steve watched you go longingly, not missing how you purposefully lifted that over-sized sweater to let him have another peek at your ass before exiting the kitchen. He dragged a hand down his face, his features burning red as he realized just how tight his jeans now felt.

Steve would definitely be taking you up on that offer.

#steve rogers imagine #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #avengers imagine #Avengers

[anonimissstarker]

It's quarantine. Old WIP bc my old works are better than my recent.

Penny rolled over in warmth, snuggling closer to a firm chest before arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer.

A smile played on her lips as she hummed, "Hmm, morning. Sun's up."

Tony grunted, gathering her balled-up frame and pulling her against him before rolling them over onto his opposite side. Penny giggled. "What'd'ya wan' me to do? Photosynthesis?"

"Better than whatever you're doing." She sassed back.

Tony grinned against the back of her neck and Penny repressed a shudder as he spoke, his warm breath fanning across her redding skin. "You weren't complaining last night."

She swatted his arm and laughed, "Pervy old man."

He chuckled but settled once again.

Penny pulled back slightly to look up at him. His brown hair, attractively salted, was a mess and his skin was glowing softly from the sunlight bleeding through the curtains. She took note of his non-existent eye bags. Their agreement started months ago when Penny woke up in her room, Spidey Sense screaming at her to Get Up and Go, Go, Go To Tony. So she did and she found her mentor in the midst of a nightmare. She calmed him before climbing into bed and holding him when he asked her, half-awake, not to leave. And slowly, they realized both their nightmares were held at bay when they slept in each other's arms. Thus, Tony got his eight hours of sleep and so did Penny, usually.

"Few more minutes." He grumbled, burying his face into the crook of her neck. 

Penny giggled at the tickle of his beard before burying her nose into his hair and inhaling deep. Despite the quarantine, these have been some of the most amazing months ever. Most of the team were enhanced in some way or the other, meaning they were immune. The only ones who were vulnerable were Tony, Clint, Rhodes, Sam, and Scott. But they had moved their families/work to the Compound, so everything worked out.

Superhero work didn't stop, of course. But even some of the villains seemed to get some brains for a little while.

Penny's lips parted and she exhaled a long, soft breath as his warm lips brushed against her collar. Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut, she inhaled and exhaled through her nose. Despite their relationship and agreement, nothing romantic ever took place. Penny didn't know if she was thankful or not. Many nights, when Tony was asleep at her side, snoring, she'd climb out and walk around the Compound to distract herself from the feelings that wanted to explode from her chest. The same feelings threatened to do so now and she wondered why she ever thought she'd have the strength to continue this until... When? Opening her eyes, she slowly untangled her limbs from his before climbing out of bed.

Tony let out a groggy groan, peeking at her with one eye. "Where're ya goin', Penny?"

Penny offered him a smile as she combed her hand through her hair before looking away. "Time to get up, Tony."

Tony stared at her back in confusion and worry. Many mornings, or in the middle of the night, he'd wake up alone. In the beginning, it worried him. So he'd asked FRIDAY if Penny had a nightmare(no) and where she was. She'd return 30 minutes to 3 hours later and watch him before climbing back into bed and laying with her back to him on the opposite side. One night, he had yet to fall asleep and felt her shifting in his arms. He didn't dare open his eyes, but felt hers on him, searching, before she finally disentangled with a heavy sigh and left, returning an hour later looking calmer.

"Are you okay, Kid?" Tony asked suddenly as he pushed the sheets off.

Penny looked over her shoulder as she searched through his drawers for clothes. She tossed him a confused look before focusing back on her task. "Ya. Why wouldn't I be?"

Sitting against the headboard with arms crossed as he watched her, Tony decided. "I don't know. That's why I'm asking."

She stood straight and Tony's eyes were drawn to her perky, cloth covered ass. He watched her back as she pulled her sleep shirt over her head, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts. His gaze trailed over the few scars on her skin, from injuries too severe not to leave anything behind. He licked his lips, mapping the curves of her back and arms and legs for the millionth time. And then it was gone, apricot back and perky ass covered by an oversized Captain America shirt. Facing towards him, she watched him with a knitted brow before tossing a white wife-beater at his face.

Tony caught it easily but didn't bother putting it on as he climbed out of bed. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he buried his face into her neck once again, inhaling the soft smell of tea tree and peonies. He felt her tense under his hold and frowned.

"What're you doing? Go take a shower. You stink." She teased, pulling away from him with a half smile.

Half an hour later and Tony was making his way to the common level in his wife-beater and a pair of gray sweats, Penny trailing behind him in her shorts, shirt, and unicorn rainbow knee socks.

"Hmmm, I smell bacon." Penny murmured, skipping ahead of him. "I'm gonna gain ten pounds a day if Mr. Barnes keeps cooking for us. After brunch, wanna hit the gym?" She asked over her shoulder before running off without waiting for a response.

Tony chuckled at her youthfulness and followed, smiling softly at what he saw; the entire team hanging out. After Germany, he never thought he'd see, or feel, this way, ever again. The wholesome feeling of being a part of something bigger than any of them individually. And with all the welcome additions, life felt perfect. Everyone was slowly, but surely, healing themselves and each other.

Tony nodded to Bucky who was flipping pancakes and the ex-Hydra assassin quirked the corner of his mouth in response. Bucky wasn't totally healed, but he was getting there. More times than Tony could count, he had been ambushed by Steve and thanked and apologized to profusely for everything he had done. Taking all of them back in, plus more, and forgiving them.

/Corner me one more time, Capsicle, and I'm throwing you out. Along with the rest of you free loaders./

/Tony./

/I'm serious, Rogers. It's done and over with. I've moved on, so should you./

Penny jumped Harley, who had been talking to Shuri, Cassie, Lila, Pietro, and Wanda, and the teens laughed. Tony settled next to Bruce as the scientist munched through his stack of waffles while reading through some data.

Brunch was wholesome, the family scattered throughout the room. Laughter and playful yells going back and forth. Everyone felt content. Tony stood, eyes searching for Penny. He found her next to Steve, the blond gesturing to her shirt and the girl laughing in response. Tony watched her take care of her dishes before coming up behind her.

"Gym?"

She tilted her head back and looked at him, smiling. Tony smiled back in reflex. "Ya, sure. Lemme just get changed first." She brushed her hand against his chest and Tony felt warmth bloom throughout his body, simply because of her touch and the soft shimmer in her eyes. When her back turned, he shook his head, realizing for the millionth time just how hard he was falling for the young woman.

[annikityk]

So imagine Avengers telling about their hobbies

Bucky: I like baking

Tony: that's why Rodgers has such a sweet ass

Steve: shut up, Stark, you are knitting socks, what are you, ninety? (Steve himself is around this age)

Sam, nervously: I used to run

Everyone: yeah, inspiring

Clint: I make braids for my daughter. What?! Laura doesn't like waking up early

Peter: I like computers and staff

Tony: yeah that's my son

Scott: I play drums

Hope: you play a fool that's what you do

Rhodey: I play chess

Steven: yeah that's why you never win

Tony, flirting: well try to win while playing with me, great sorcerer

T'Challa: you are boring, my hobby, for instance, jumping with parachute

Shuri: yeah, would be better without it

Bucky: nah, it's more like Steve's hobby

Tony: no, Steve's hobby is invading France

Steve *hides the origami*

Thor: I expected more from you, Midgardians. What about Bruce?

Bruce, with macramé bracelets in his backpack: let's just listen to Nat

Natasha: I kill people

Each and every one: come on, it cannot be your hobby

Loki: it cannot be your hobby because it's mine

#avengers #imagine #tony stark #steve rodgers #bucky barnes #steven strange #james rhodes #natasha romanoff #clint barton #thor odinson

[lemonsandstrawberries]

Christmas Sweaters and Christmas Socks

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers (pre-Stony to Stony), mentions of OG6 Avengers team

summary: Every Avenger brings holiday cheer into the Tower and Steve is the most intrigued by Tony’s way, but isn’t he always the most intrigued by Tony anyway?

length: 2 972

a/n: it is a Christmas miracle and I actually found some time to write! so, as my gift to you all I give you this fic - took inspiration from this prompt, but made it more Christmasy. hope you will like it, feedback, reblogs and likes are welcomed and needed!

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Christmas Sweaters and Christmas Socks

There was something mysterious and confusing about December. On one hand, Christmas atmosphere was in the air, gingerbread houses and smiling Santa Claus resembling figures appearing in every shop display, streets were decorated with colorful lights and pleasing the eye. On the other hand, it was an extremely busy month, people running around trying to find the perfect gifts, perfect food for Christmas dinner while being bombarded with commercials promising their products to bring the perfect, cozy mood.

The pattern repeated in almost every house and Avengers Tower wasn't an exception.

On the outside, the tall building in the middle of New York was decorated with lights going around the tower and topped with Santa's sleigh and a row of reindeers, twinkling with colors. Inside matched the exterior, with a beautifully decorated Christmas tree in almost every room that could fit a one, something Tony personally coordinated and took care of, garlands and Christmas wreaths stretching from wall to wall. It was a nice distraction and a calming breath in the near end of the year chaos, while everyone kept rushing from place to place, trying to wrap things up, both work and personal.

In all the rush, the team members didn't forget to bring the Christmas atmosphere in, and so, Thor cooked up a storm in the kitchen, giving out plates of homemade gingerbread cookies with the most delicate, intricate patterns done in royal icing. Natasha, rushing through the corridors with stacks of SHIELD papers, put a headband with reindeer antlers and small bells in her red hair, making everyone who looked at her smile. Bruce served cups of amazing hot chocolate and herbal tea, infused with a secret mix of spices that warmed up everyone, and Clint left small notes filled with uplifting messages and holiday sweets in various corners of the Tower for anyone who needed a quick pick me up. Every team member had their own unique way of bringing Christmas cheer into the Tower and into their family and it was a welcomed distraction in the busy month.

Steve also found his way and switched his usual white cable knit sweater for an array of the infamous Christmas sweaters - his current pick for the day, was an all red sweater with white patterns and reindeer on the arms and knitted 'merry Christmas, ya filthy animal' on the chest, a quote from a movie that was a must to watch during the holiday season in the Avengers Tower. His collection of Christmas sweaters was carefully selected and eye-catching in a bad way and photos of him in more or less offending sweaters were all over the press and people were going crazy. Steve wasn't bothered, and he even ordered everyone else on the team their very own, personality matching Christmas sweater, already wrapped and waiting under the Christmas tree for the official unpacking of the gifts. That would be one Avengers group photo, Steve couldn't wait to be 'leaked' into the press.

In all this pre-Christmas chaos, Steve found his quiet corner in the library. It was filled with rows of various books on every topic imaginable and comfortable furniture and Steve took a particular liking to a big armchair where he could curl up with a book, while a Christmas tree was blinking at him with colorful lights and swirls of steam rose from a cup of hot chocolate. It was his place to relax and enjoy the Christmas atmosphere.

It didn't take long until his hiding spot was found out and he began to have company. It started pretty innocently, with Tony barreling one day into the library, eyes circled and hair in a crazy mess as there was a lot of paperwork to be done for SI before the end of the year and it kept Tony awake, probably following the scent of chocolate. It was a short break, Steve and Tony chatted, Steve allowed Tony to drink his hot chocolate, and Tony was on his way, back to his home office. The pattern repeated for a few days until Tony started to bring his tablet with himself and stretch out on the couch, just to change his surroundings a bit. Steve didn't mind, Tony, usually chatty, didn't try to engage him in a conversation and they just sat together, both in their own worlds and enjoying the quiet companionship. Just with time, Steve found it pretty distractive to be around Tony, as something was attracting his attention.

No, two things.

Meaning Tony's feet, always dangling over the couch armrest, lightly kicking to some pattern. Tony's feet were not large at all, they couldn't be, as Tony had a sturdy, short frame, and big feet were not needed, unlike in Steve's case. He had big feet and needed big shoes to balance all the muscles and keep him stable from toppling over. Steve was a practical man, and for those reasons his choice of underclothes was pretty monochromatic - it was easy to train in white tank-tops and dump them into the washing machine with white socks and white boxers, and or do the same with a set of black underclothes.

Tony represented an opposite view. To start with, Tony had a liking of walking barefoot, which seemed natural as in some part of the Tower the floor was heated, and rarely wearing socks, but when he happened to wear ones, they were blindingly colorful. Steve noticed that some time ago, and as most of Tony's wardrobe was in cool, perfectly matched tones, the socks were an explosion of colors. Bright yellows, cheerful oranges, screaming pinks, or vivid purples. Sometimes one color, sometimes striped, or polka dots, sometimes mismatched. Sometimes socks told a message like some had a periodic table or multiplication table, but with roman numerals or list of time periods, starting on one foot on prehistory, ending on middle ages, to start with modern history on the other foot and continue up to contemporary times.

It was quirky and adorable and oddly charming and somehow fitting for a guy like Tony.

That's why for the first few days, Steve didn't notice when Tony switched his colorful socks for Christmas themed ones, and once he did, he started to pay very close attention to them, trying to keep a low profile and not seem creepy. Penguins, reindeers, candy cane stripes, rows of small Christmas trees. It was pleasant to look at and was supposed to make people smile, opposite to Steve's idea of wearing increasingly ugly sweaters to make everyone cringe. In particular, the colorful socks were always bringing a small, fond smile on Steve's lips whenever he had caught a glimpse of them, while Tony was working on the couch.

It was unexpected of someone who was such an important figure in the business and science world to have such silly socks and wear them so casually and Steve thought that Tony was someone really special, even if he himself didn't realize that.

Steve never asked about his teammate's choice of socks but found himself waiting for the moment when Tony would join him in the library, sporting a new set. And then came a day, when Steve kept squinting at Tony's feet for way too long and just had to ask.

"Are those music sheets?"

"Huh?" Tony twisted to the back from his laying on the stomach position, looking at Steve with a thoughtful face. Even when he turned around, he kept tapping on the tablet, which was quite impressive.

Steve smiled, feeling nervous, but trying to act casual. "Your socks. I can't figure it out," he said, trying to not sound like a creep who had spent last days staring at his teammate's feet.

Finally understanding, Tony turned around, a light, playful smile appearing on his lips. "Come closer and find out for yourself," he advised, turning his attention back to the device.

It was an unusual offer, but Steve decided to take it. He wouldn't pass an opportunity to get close to the brunet and seeing that Tony invited him over it would be a shame to not take it. Steve walked closer, and the mystery solved itself. Indeed, on the background of a light cream color were music lines with notes, but no lyrics.

"Oh," Steve said, looking at the notes. Tony giggled and wiggled his toes playfully and maybe Steve got a little mesmerized by the sight.

"Satisfied now?"

No, not yet. Steve, of course, didn't say that and looked at the back of Tony's head.

"What song is that?"

"A Christmas song."

Well, duh. Steve's shoulders lowered a little in disappointment after hearing the clipped answer. He was hoping for something more specific.

"Yeah, but which one?" Steve tried to push, without sounding too pushy. After all, it was supposed to be their quiet time.

Tony didn't answer, just tapped more on his tablet. "How about you try to play it and find out?" he asked playfully.

Steve felt a little bashful. It seemed like crossing some boundaries, but Tony was in one of his friendlier moods and Steve would beat himself up forever if he didn't take the invitation.

"Okay, move," Steve demanded in a surprisingly firm voice, that was used solely to convince himself to do it, batting on Tony's calves lightly.

Tony made a quiet, surprised sound Steve didn't miss and obediently turned on his back and sat up, pulling his legs to himself while maintaining a sideways position, not really expecting Steve to play along. Using the recently freed space, Steve sat down and pulled Tony's feet into his lap, a very bold move that made Tony's eyes bulge out in surprise, but Steve didn't really pay attention. The socks still intrigued him and he carefully placed his hands on Tony's ankles, as if informing the brunet of his intentions. Tony didn't react and Steve took it as a signal to continue. He slid his hands further, gliding palms over the smooth material until they stopped at the toes, and Steve lightly pulled on the socks, smoothening out the creases to get a better look at the design. The notes were on the upper part of the sole, stretching over pads and ending all the way down to the heel. He put his fingers against one note and gently pressed as if it was a piano key.

He didn't expect Tony's knee to jump and his whole foot wiggle. Steve stopped his fingers at the reaction, but Tony didn't take his feet back. Instead, they still stayed in his lap, regaining their stillness.

There was something very sweet about this situation and Tony granting Steve this moment of closeness. He put his fingers back against the pad, and resumed the light pressing on the notes and started to hum, trying to decipher the song. The whole time, Tony kept his face hidden behind the tablet, but the quiet, muffled giggling, and the small body jolts from time to time, were giving him away.

Steve never before had an occasion to be so close to Tony, and brunet clearly craving his touch was giving him hope for the future. He kept gently tracing the pattern, letting his fingers venture lower and scribble back up the soles, and Tony quietly giggled away and curled his toes. Steve noticed that he was still holding the tablet as a disguise, but his free hand was not pointed at the screen, but covering his eyes as he kept giggling away. Steve really wished for the tablet to be out of the way. After a less than a minute of soft warm-up, he felt confident enough to increase the pace and pressure, and moved his fingers more roughly, not sketching, but really digging into the material.

"HAH!" Tony yelped, almost sending the tablet flying across the room, quiet giggles changing into a steady flow of laughter. "HAHAHAHA!"

Steve was utterly delighted. Tony was beautifully responsive to the ticklish sensations on his soles and his whole face scrunched up while giggling away and it was as adorable as Steve expected it to be. Feeling more confident, Steve changed the up and down pattern to a more chaotic one, brunet's laughter rising by an octave. Good thing that the library was in a secluded area and not visited by many, or they would have a lot of explaining to do.

Steve continued to tickle the wiggling feet, even though Tony tried his best to stay in place and not end the moment. Just when Steve pushed Tony's feet back and wiggled fingers into the spaces between the toes, brunet completely lost it.

"HAHAHA! You ahahahahare not plahahahying!" Tony pointed out, trying to tug his feet away and Steve was fast to wrap one arm around them, locking them in place.

"I am," Steve said happily, temporarily scribbling his fingers back on the pattern, "it is just a really hard song and it seems that my instrument is malfunctioning."

Tony took a swing, which Steve efficiently ducked away, but instead of feeling offended, it just made his smile brighter.

"Okay, so you see, I am playing on the notes, but instead of a song, there is this high pitched sound coming out-"

"Whahahat the-?!"

"- I don't know, maybe I need someone to repair it -"

"Steheheve! Doahan't! Hahaha!"

" - or a mechanic! You're a mechanic, right?"

"HAHAHA! I gihihhihve up! It's -"

Steve didn't want to hear the answer yet. Instead, he dug his fingers into the spot below the big toe on Tony's left foot, which turned out to be a reaaallly good spot, because Tony completely lost it and flailed his arms around. He pushed himself so hard away that he fell off the couch with a loud thud and a big smile, while Steve was left with one sock in his hand and an equally big smile at such reaction.

Tony took a minute to regain his breath and when he uncurled from the floor, he looked at the soldier with sparkling eyes, his face full of a healthy pink blush Steve's antics had caused.

Steve just calmly examined the sock in his hand, and while not on wiggling foot, the notes became pretty clear.

"Oh, it's 'Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer'," Steve said with a fond smile. "You kinda look like Rudolph now yourself," he playfully pointed out, locking eyes with Tony's.

"You jerk!" Tony laughed, doing the not well-thought thing and trying to kick Steve. Supersoldier reflexes or just pure luck, Steve easily grabbed Tony's foot by the ankle and brought wriggling fingers closer to the bare foot, slowly enough to let the other man know his intentions. Tony screeched and tugged his leg away, standing up in panic as he saw the mischievous expression on the soldier's face. Quickly, Tony understood what a big mistake it was to let Captain America know about your ticklishness. In a second, Tony bolted out of the library and ran for his life, fearing that Steve might want to test on what other parts of Tony's body he could play. Steve laughed and quickly followed the one socked genius. He even tried to trick Tony into slowing down by promising to give him his sock back, but Tony only yelled that he could keep it and kept running. It was a bizarre sight, but when Steve finally caught Tony there was a lot of laughter.

In hindsight, it was one of those moments that pushed Tony and Steve to go on a first date, and in consequence, become a couple.

"Hey! Come here faster!"

"Okay, okay," Steve laughed when one year later, he watched his boyfriend bounce on the bed, holding a colorful package he had just taken from underneath the Christmas tree in their shared bedroom. The Avengers team was supposed to exchange gifts tomorrow, but before that, Tony and Steve wanted to have their personal moment, almost a year after the evening in the library that helped to unblock something in their heads. When Steve sat on the bed, Tony stopped bouncing and handed him the package right away.

"Merry Christmas!" he exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear.

"Merry Christmas, babe," Steve smiled back and after a kiss, Steve started to unwrap the silver paper. "What!" he laughed, seeing a six pack of colorful Christmas underwear and socks, in bright, blinding colors and patterns. Just like Tony's socks were. Once, Steve had wondered if Tony's bright socks matched his underwear and after a year of dating, he could say with all confidence that yes, yes, they did and it looked like Tony was trying to push his stylistic choices on Steve.

"Hope you like them," Tony smiled brightly, "your white boxers and socks were driving me crazy for the past year," he justified his choice of a present.

"So is this for you or for me?" Steve asked in a playful tone.

"For us both," Tony decided with a laugh.

"Convenient," Steve smiled and handed Tony his present. It wasn't half as neatly packed as Tony's, but it didn't matter, as Tony was already tearing the paper to get to the inside. His mouth fell open when he saw his present.

"Seriously?" he asked, taking out a pair of knee high socks. White. "This is what you want me to wear?"

"Look at the bottoms," Steve smiled and watched with pleasure as Tony's eyes widened when he did that.

"Oh," Tony murmured softly, putting their presents aside and purring invitingly, "I am gonna wear them for you every day," he promised, before locking their lips in a kiss, and pushing Steve on the bed, starting their celebration.

On the edge of the bed, next to the colorful underwear, were two white socks, one with 'kiss my feet', the other one with 'tickle my feet' written across on the sole in bold, black letters.

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #SUPERHUSBANDS #pre-stony #pre-stony to stony #feet tickling #tickle fic #fanfic #fanfiction #Merry Christmas

[fuckyeahdarcylewis]

The five times Darcy knitted for an Avenger and the one time an Avenger knitted for her

Darcy had a secret love affair with knitting that she didn't really tell anyone about because when she did everyone told her it was something that old ladies did. So she did it in secret when she had the time to do knitting projects. The first time inspiration struck to knit was when she saw Thor coming in from the latest Avengers' mission with his cape all tattered and torn. She started his cape but didn't tell anyone about it. Knitting took a while to do so between taking care of Jane and the other scientists she would knit Thor's cape. She made an excuse in the lab one day to get his measurements. He was utterly confused asking why she needed his measurements while he was holding a table above his head, she tried not to giggle before saying it was for science stuff. The table thing was just to ogle his arms but the measurements were for his cape, she wanted it to fit him perfectly. It was red like his old cape and it took her forever to finish it but it was amazing! When it was ready she placed it in a simple white gift box, wrapped it with a bow then placed it in front of Jane and Thor's apartment door without a note because she wanted to stay anonymous. He came in that day wearing it and showing it off to everyone. It made Darcy beam on the inside. She definitely had a spring in her step around the office that day.

The second time inspiration hit was when Bucky started coming around. She noticed he was self conscious about his metal prosthetic arm. He would always try to hide it when someone would point it out. She decided she would make him a pair of gloves since he tended to wear them a lot anyways. She gathered some information on him and heard his favorite colors are black and red so she decided to make him some patterned gloves. Getting his measurements was actually pretty easy, she went to one of the scientists who worked on his arm and they gave her his measurements in return for her having to analyze and archive their notes. The gloves didn't take nearly as long as the cape but she still waited until they were perfect before she delivered them. She actually had to ask Maria Hill for his address because she was the boss of like everything and everyone. She did but Darcy could tell she was curious of her intentions. She placed it at his doorstep hoping he wouldn't think it was a bomb or something. Luckily though when she next saw him he was wearing the gloves.

Darcy had spent enough time with Steve to notice that he loved sweaters. Tony of course would mock him calling him a sweater wearing dumb dork but Darcy loved his sweaters. She decided that she would make him a sweater to add to his sweater collection. Being Darcy she of course made it a Captain America pattern. It took a while to do and getting his measurements was next to impossible. He was barely injured so there was no need for his measurements to be taken by medical. He never discarded clothing he opted instead to literally wear holes into them or give them to charity. She was giving up hope until she remembered that the museum had his before and after measurements. She took a trip to the museum and wagered he bulked up some after being taken off ice. When she was completely satisfied with the outcome she took his sweater to his place and sat it in front of his door. She heard movement outside his door and quickly scurried away cursing his super soldier serum the whole way. Relieved she hadn't been caught she spent the rest of the day acting as natural as possible. When she went in the next day she saw him talking to Bruce she was glad he chose to wear the sweater it looked good on him. She continued staring at him until he looked at her officially catching her and he winked at her. Captain fucking America winked at her. She just hoped it was a 'I just caught you ogling me' wink and not a 'Hey thanks for the gift' kind of wink. Not that she would know the difference.

Darcy had a traditional girls night that included Natasha, Pepper, Maria, Wanda, Sharon and Jane. They would watch movies, have girl talk, the whole shabang. Everytime Wanda came over she would have to borrow some of Darcy's socks because her feet would get cold, apparently she had poor circulation. The only problem was that she would forget to return Darcy's socks. So she decided to knit her a few pairs of socks. She made a pair of white, red, blue, and black. She used her socks as measurement since she knew Wanda fit them. She left them on her stoop but actually left a note this time that said "Give me back my socks" and laughed her whole way home. At the next girls night not only was Wanda wearing a pair of the socks she made her but she brought all her socks back to her.  "мой дорогой друг your secret is safe with me" Wanda patted her back and thanked her for the gift. Darcy smiled at her before they watched the movie they picked out for that night. They chose a horror they all liked called 'the hills have eyes 2' it was Darcy's favorite of all the movies.

Clint was practicing with his bow when Darcy noticed that his arrow quiver was in rough condition. She assumed it was from wear and tear. She knew it would be more difficult to make an arrow quiver especially since she would need to get ahold of one of Clint's precious arrows. Unfortunately for her it was easier than she thought it was going to be. One day when she was at the office some dimwits thought it would be a good idea to attack the place. She grabbed her bag that held her trusty taser and ran for one of the panic rooms. She was half way there when one of them cut her off. He backhanded her to the floor, her bag went flying and she was sprawled out on to the floor in seconds. She attempted to crawl for her bag only to be grabbed by her hair and picked up. The guy dragged her down the hall throwing her down onto the floor in one of the science labs with the rest of the hostages. Another came over to her and zip tied her hands together. The main baddie she dubbed "Lamebrain" was going on and on about how he was this and that and deserved everything and he was going to get what was rightfully his. Darcy didn't really know exactly what he was saying she was bored out of her mind hoping that the Avengers got there before she flung herself out of the nearest window. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the Avengers arrived and Lamebrain ended up with an arrow through his chest. Luckily for her not so much for Lamebrain Clint's arrow broke when he pulled it from the guy's chest. He tossed it back to the floor before leaving and Darcy seized the opportunity and took his discarded arrow. She finally completed the quiver and delivered it to his farm. When she sat in on him practicing she noticed it and smiled. He asked her if she wanted to learn how to use a bow, she declined saying she had marshmallows for arms. She knew bows had a helluva draw weight and she didn't plan on working up the arm strength anytime soon.

Darcy was peeved, her favorite hat was lost when there was an attack on the city. It fell from her head and afterwards she couldn't find it. She complained about it constantly. Jane told her she was being ridiculous. Darcy didn't think it was very ridiculous but whatever. Then Jane said she was acting almost as bad as when S.H.I.E.L.D. took her iPod. Darcy disagreed she KNEW when her iPod was taken she had gone insane. Finally Phil relented and returned her iPod after just a little bit of threatening. So really she wasn't all that bad. She decided to move on but she still felt like a part of her was missing. She had been on so many adventures with that hat she couldn't just replace it. She went into the lab a few days later and there was a box on the table with her name on it. Puzzled Darcy slowly opened the box revealing a knitted beanie hat. Darcy smiled to herself before trying the hat on, it fit her to a tee and she loved it. She wondered who could have done this for her. She didn't have to wonder long though Bruce came waltzing in with a mug of tea in one hand and knitting needles in the other. "Oh hi Darcy do you like the hat?" He asked her and she gave him a dopey grin "Of course!" She told him. They talked about knitting for a while before they both had to get to work. Later they decided to form a knitting group and were both stunned when Tony joined.

#submission #darcy lewis #fanfictions

[wickedsingularity]

Mittens [Part 1]

wickedsingularity’s Christmas Stories 2018 Masterlist

Fandom: MCU Pairings/characters: Steve Rogers x reader (but not really), all Avengers pre AOU Words: 4297 Warnings: Fluff, bad flirting, too much knitting, kissing

Prompt/summary: Thor wants to try Secret Santa for Christmas. Someone has something special in mind for Steve, and makes damn sure she picks his name.

Mittens Part 2 >>

"I have an idea." Thor came trampling into the kitchen, slamming Mjølnir down on the counter. He shook snow out of his blond hair, the soppy flakes landing on the counter.

"Honestly, Thor," I chastised, sweeping my arm across the surface and wiping the snow away with my pyjama arm.

"My apologies. But I have an idea. Where are the others?"

"Exercising," Clint answered with a yawn. "Too awake in the morning for their own good."

Clint, Tony and I were always the ones having a late breakfast. Natasha, Bruce and Steve were always up way before the crack of dawn, putting the rest of us to shame.

"What's your idea, Point Break?" Tony asked, filling the coffee pot with freshly brewed coffee.

"Jane and I watched a movie last night, and there was this concept called Secret Santa." Thor almost bounced on his feet as he spoke, clearly very excited about his idea. "I would like to try it."

"I'm game." Tony refilled the coffee cup Clint had been holding out ever since Tony starting brewing a fresh batch.

"Me too," I said. I had never been part of Secret Santa before and thought it could be a fun thing to boost the Christmas spirit around the compound.

Thor looked around, grinning. "Barton?"

"Sure. Could be fun."

And so it was that the Avengers were going to do Secret Santa. Clint and Thor took it upon themselves to arrange it, and three weeks before Christmas all of us were gathering in the common area to pick names. I was sitting in my favourite seat, taking in the decorated room while waiting for the stragglers Steve and Bruce. I had just gotten home from a week-long mission and had only seen Pepper getting the boys to bring out all the boxes of decorations before I left.

It was beautiful, to say the least.

There was a giant tree in front of the floor to ceiling windows, packed with stylish and colourful ornaments and warm white lights. Poinsettias scattered around the room. Garlands across the edge of the bar and along the bannisters. Wreaths that matched the tree on every other window pane. The decorative cushions on the couch and chairs were exchanged with large plush snowmen or stylized Christmas trees. A few strategically placed mistletoe.

"Enjoying the view?" Someone suddenly stood in front of me and I looked up.

"Steve! Hi! Yeah, Pepper's done a great job."

"How was the mission?" He sat down next to me on the couch.

"It's all in the report."

"That bad?"

I just grunted and he chuckled.

"Okay, now that we're all here," Clint began, "it's time to get this started."

Thor stepped up with a small glass bowl filled with slips of paper. "Barton has relayed the rules for me and we have adapted them for us. You will each pull a name from this bowl –"

"No using powers or assassin abilities or other sneaky skills to pick an easy name!" Clint interrupted.

"Certainly not! And you will have to find a gift you think they will enjoy and mark it with their name only. We'll open them together on Christmas morning and guess who they're from. Don't tell anyone who you picked!"

"Everyone understands the rules?" Clint asked.

"It's not rocket science, Hawkeye. Yes, we understand," Natasha said impatiently, blowing him a raspberry. She was first in line and Thor approached her, holding out the bowl. She looked at Clint as she reached inside and started rummaging around.

"No assassin abilities!" Clint reminded her.

She didn't reply but kept staring at him as she grabbed a piece of paper, pulled it out. She read the name quickly before crumpling the paper in her hand.

Steve was up next. "If we pick our own name?"

"Put it back in and try again," Thor explained.

Steve nodded and reached inside and was quick to pull out. He held his hand close to his face and unfolded the paper. "We're good."

Then it was my turn. No powers they said. I could feel Clint's gaze burning into me as Thor held out the bowl. But I'd gotten an idea during my mission, and pulled on a thread of the energy running through my veins as I raised my hand towards the bowl. I trusted my instincts completely and let my fingers slip around a certain piece of paper, ignoring all the others. Withdrawing my hand, I felt the paper was comfortably warm in my hand, letting me know it was the right one. Feigning ignorance, I opened it just enough to see the name, shielding it in my hands.

Steve

"No powers?" Thor enquired.

I looked up, straight into his stormy blue eyes. "No powers." Good thing I was a good liar. He nodded and moved on to Tony and then Bruce and Clint, until he grabbed the remaining name for himself.

The entire room got very quiet. Only the faint car honk or siren outside was heard. Everyone kept a firm hold on the piece of paper in their hands, and the tension could be cut with a knife. Something that was supposed to be fun and exciting, suddenly felt like it became deadly serious.

"I'm going to go... get started on this," Natasha said, rising slowly from her seat and walking backwards towards the exit. The rest of us got up to go our separate ways too, and Natasha almost ran from the room.

"Did you get a good name?" Steve asked as we were walking out.

"Yeah, pretty happy with it. Already know what I'm getting them," I replied, giving him a wink before hurrying off, accompanied by Tony's laughter.

Safe and alone in my room, I immediately went to pull out a box full of yarn and knitting supplies from under the bed. I pulled out a half-finished pair of socks that was in there and laid them on the bed, along with a couple balls of yarn to finish them up. Then I sat down on the floor and looked through the heaps of unused skeins. Holding a few up and judging the colour combinations and the softness of the yarn. Finally settling on a few shades of blue, I tossed them onto the bed too and pushed the box under the bed again.

Yeah, I used my powers and cheated to pick Steve's name from the bowl. Ever since I met him, I noticed that he never wore mittens or gloves during winter. I knew his body temperature was a lot warmer because of his increased metabolism and he probably didn't need to cover his hands other than those sinfully delicious fingerless gloves he used for practicality during missions. But having been brought up by parents who wrapped me up in scarves and hats and mittens and thermal underwear and all kinds of warm clothes during harsh winters, I felt he needed at least one pair of good mittens for everyday use. I wanted him to be comfortable.

And of course, I had a huge crush on the man and hadn't yet figured out if or how I should act on it. I had a feeling he wasn't completely uninterested in me and thought this would be a good opportunity to test the waters.

The next couple of days I worked on finishing the pair of socks first. I spent so much time in the common areas and in meetings and briefings and they were all used to me bringing my knitting with me, even on missions. If I wanted to finish Steve's present before Christmas, I had to knit whenever I could, and I didn't want anyone to suspect that I was making presents. Once the big and fluffy socks were finished, I pulled them on and they were now my new favourite pair of snuggly socks to wear at home.

Steve's mittens were up next. I got some questions about who they were for when I first started them, and I just said I was knitting for charity. No one questioned that, as I often did knit for the local shelters and various organisations every winter.

One rare and quiet evening, I was sitting in my usual seat in the living room. Tony and Bruce were up in the lab, the faint sound of Christmassy rock coming from up there. Steve and Thor were pouring over papers and tablets, trying to find out where we might look for the sceptre next. Natasha was flipping through the channels, her legs in my lap and I rested my arms on them while I worked away at the first blue shaded mitten. Clint was sitting on the floor in front of Nat and me, grilling marshmallows on a log candle on the table.

"Hey, boys," I said, getting their attention. "Hold up a hand please!"

"What for?" Clint asked, but held up his hand anyway.

"Just want to make sure it's a decent manly sized mitten before I bind off." I held the knitting up against all three hands. It could fit them all, so I was good to go. "Thanks! Such big strong hands you all got." I winked at them, and Natasha snickered.

As I got back to the knitting and started binding off, Clint set down his stick with a half-eaten marshmallow on and grabbed the skein I was currently using. "It's so soft," he said, rubbing it against his cheek. "Can I convince you to give them to me, rather than charity?"

"This pair, not on your life. It goes where it's intended. But I'd be happy to knit a pair especially for you. Purple?"

"Yes, please! You're the best!" He leaned his head back and made a kissy face.

There was a small cough from Steve. I turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow, but he just grabbed a tablet again and moved his finger in a hasty motion over the screen.

Having a finished mitten to use as a template, I quickly started on the second one during a meeting the next day, earning an amused shake of the head from Steve as he led the meeting. I finished it that same evening and hid the pair safely in my closet and in the morning, I headed out to find some purple yarn for Clint. His pair took a fair few days to finish, I had too many other things to do, and Steve sent me and Natasha on a recon mission, having possibly found the location of the sceptre.

It was just a couple of days left before Christmas when I decided to make Steve a second pair. I still witnessed him walking in and out of the tower in the chilly, biting winter wind, and it was just the incentive I needed to make a second pair that he could alternate with. I used red yarn this time.

I was sitting by the bar one evening knitting away and keeping Tony company as he stocked up on alcohol for the holidays. Steve wandered in with his hair all wet from clearly having just showered. He sat down next to me and glanced at the knitting several times as we talked. He'd seen me doing this many times before, and I'd even knitted a cover for his shield on a dare once, but he seemed very interested in it all of a sudden.

"How many pairs have you knitted for charity this month?" he asked suddenly.

"Just three," I replied. I had felt guilty for saying I was doing it for charity and not actually having anything to give away, I had squeezed in a few projects in between everything else I'd made. "And two hats and a scarf. Haven't had time for more than that. You've given me too much work, Captain." I winked and swear I saw him blush lightly.

"I've asked her to make me a pair of socks since I've worn out the pair she got me last year," Tony said. "But she just tells me she doesn't have time." He feigned deeply insulted.

"If you're nice, you'll get some for New Year's." I winked at him and he winked back.

That strange coughing sound came from Steve again, drawing my attention back to him. "It's nice that you're doing this for charity every year," he said, a small smile on his lips, the kind that made my heart skip a beat.

"Yes, well..." I shrugged, looking back down at my work. "I like knitting, it relaxes me. And there's only so much I can drown friends and family in, so why not do something useful with it."

"You should ask her to knit you something, Capsicle," Tony suggested before disappearing down behind the bar to tear open another box of some expensive wine. "Maybe a cock-warmer?" He stood up again, a bottle of wine in each hand. "That's a thing, right?"

I felt my face go hot for a moment and glanced at Steve, who was definitely blushing now. "That's a thing, yeah. I know how to make one. Don't ask me why, but I do."

"You can't say that and not expect me to ask!"

"I don't kiss and tell." Figuring that was my cue to leave before being interrogated, I winked at Steve, slid off the barstool and sauntered out, a red skein tucked safely under my arm.

Christmas morning finally arrived. It was all so perfectly fairy-tale like when I walked into the common area in my snowman pyjamas and those big fluffy socks I had made for myself. We'd gotten a light snowfall during the night, it was dark and the skies were clear for now, allowing us to see a small handful of stars through the light pollution from the city. Most of the Avengers were there already, but looking very tired after Pepper's gigantic Christmas dinner the night before.

I flopped down in my usual seat, pulling my feet up under me and greeting everyone with a "Merry Christmas". A few greeted tiredly in reply. It had really been a gigantic dinner, and it had gotten pretty late and there had been a tad too much alcohol for some.

The last stragglers finally came in, our honorary Avengers and guests for the holidays, Sam and Rhodey, followed by Steve. The latter sat down next to me and laid a hand on my knee briefly, wishing me Merry Christmas.

"Thank you for dinner last night, Pepper," Rhodey said, grabbing the last available seat on the couch.

"You're welcome, James," Pepper replied. She had just emerged from the bar with a pot of steaming hot chocolate and began pouring it into the mugs set out on the coffee table. "I'm glad everyone had a chance to attend this year."

"Shall we get started?" Thor asked, being almost the only one without a hangover and awake enough to feel eager. He had always been fascinated with Midgardian holiday traditions, so it was no surprise that he was already moving towards the Christmas tree to begin handing out presents.

We started with the Secret Santa presents first. We all went in turn, everyone curious about what everyone had gotten.

Bruce got a new lab coat with the muscles of the Hulk printed on them, he claimed to be insulted, but he did put it on and wore it the rest of the morning. He thought it might be from Tony, but turned out Clint had special ordered it for him. Natasha got two shiny, golden daggers with a very obvious Asgardian design, which she seemed to already cherish. Tony got a signed AC/DC box set that he handled as if it would break if anyone breathed on it. Bruce said he thought he'd never use his superhero status for "personal gain" but anyone could see that whatever bad karma Bruce thought he'd get, was cancelled out by how happy Tony was. Clint got a gift basket with a whole variety of coffee beans and chocolate bites to go with each type of bean, and after guessing correctly that Natasha had given it to him, she just said he hoped it meant he would be awake enough to be on time for training after this.

Then it was Steve's turn. He poked and prodded the badly wrapped gift for a bit, then unwrapped it so slowly and carefully I thought I would explode. When the two pairs of red and blue mittens were revealed, he just looked at them for what felt like an hour.

"Weren't the present supposed to be secret until unwrapped?" Bruce asked.

"It was," Thor said.

"No one knew who they were really for," I said, swallowing my nerves, afraid that Steve didn't like them.

But then his fingers moved over the top mitten as if caressing it, before looking up at me with slight confusion in his bright blue eyes.

I tried not to let him see how anxious I was. "I've noticed you never wear anything on your hands when you're out and about, and I know you probably don't need it. But... it's cold, and I just thought..." I shrugged.

"I love them," he said quietly. "Thank you."

I breathed out, stomach doing a somersault. "Oh good."

The room got very quiet and I was just staring at Steve's hand still testing the softness of the yarn.

"You turn," Thor said, nudging me from his seat on my other side.

"Right, right. Sorry." I felt a blush creep up my face, but I pretended like nothing and began untying the red ribbon on the really big black box decorated with silver snowflakes. There were now only two people left whose gifts hadn't been opened, Tony and Steve. My heart started hammering a violent tattoo in my chest as I came to the realisation that Steve might have picked me. I lifted the lid and found a huge cookie jar inside, filled to the brim with Rocky Road. "Oh my God, I love Rocky Road!" I exclaimed and looked first at Tony, whose face was blank, then Steve, who shrugged.

"They're homemade," Tony then said. "But I didn't make them, they're safe! Pepper knows a guy."

"How did you know these are my favourite at Christmas?"

Tony smirked as only he could. "I have my sources."

"Thanks, Tony." I opened the lid and grabbed a bite, it was delicious, and probably not good for me at all.

Thor was the last one, and Steve had gotten him a big heavy book about all kinds of Christmas traditions from all over the world, and Thor was over the moon.

"Now that your little game is over, can the rest of us open our presents?" Sam asked, fingers already digging into the wrapping paper on the soft looking present in his lap.

Chaos ensued and there were crumpled wrapping paper and curly ribbon and forgotten labels all over the place in a matter of minutes, all hangovers temporarily cured, everyone acting like children. I hadn't gotten a big haul, but I got a bunch more yarn, a new pair of combat gloves, a calendar book I had been drooling over, and a big snow globe with Santa and his sleigh inside.

Once things began calming down, I drank the rest of my hot chocolate, and then piled my presents in my arms and stood up. "I'm going to go put this away before breakfast," I said.

"Yeah, me too," Natasha said and quickly gathered her own pile and followed me out. Safely out of earshot, she caught up and nudged me with her shoulder. "Nicely done with Steve's present."

"What do you mean?" I asked quickly, not looking at her.

"Nothing. Just... Nicely done. Clever."

I didn't say anything until I reached my door. Then I turned to her and grinned. "Thanks."

I opened the door, carefully balancing the presents in my arms, Natasha was already down the hall. But then she called out. "You didn't use your powers, did you?"

"You're the spy, you tell me," I replied and slipped inside, closing the door quickly behind me. I wasn't sure, but she may have laughed.

Just a few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I was on the floor in front of the bed, trying to make room in my box for all the new yarn, the jar of Rocky Road next to me. "Open the door for me, JARVIS?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The door swung open, but I didn't look up to see who it was.

"You're going to ruin your breakfast if you keep eating that." Steve was standing by the foot of the bed, arms crossed, but an amused look on his face. I had just stuffed my face with another bite of Rocky Road.

"Schteve!" I exclaimed, chewing quickly and swallowing.

He bent down and stole a piece from the jar, then sat down on the bed. "Mmm, they're delicious."

"Worth ruining breakfast for?"

"I don't know about that. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you want to do it right."

"Oh, what do you know, Rogers." I blew him a raspberry and went back to stuffing skeins into the box and there was a slightly awkward silence for a bit.

But then Steve spoke. "Uhm, the mittens," he began.

My head snapped up, a skein clutched in each hand. "You didn't like them?"

"I love them, I really do. They're so soft and so beautiful and... Well." He grinned a bit. "But... I just got to ask... Because..." I dropped the yarn into the box. A light red tinge crept up his face and he seemed very interested in my desk chair. "I thought one was supposed to keep it a secret. And I... I don't know. Never mind." He suddenly stood up and strode towards the door.

But, without allowing myself to think, I pulled on the energy inside me and was up and slipped between him and the door before he could reach the handle. "Stop," I said, laying a hand on his chest, but dropping it quickly. "I cheated," I admitted.

"Cheated?" Steve frowned down at me.

"I used my powers to choose your name for Secret Santa."

"Why?"

Now it was my turn to blush and stumble over my words. I looked down at his shoes. "I wanted to. I wanted to... I don't know... I thought it'd be a way to show you... To see if..." I sighed. I was a badass avenger, I had strong powers, I could face aliens and monsters and unbelievable evil, but this goddamn man was tongue-tying me just by being alive. Just because he had those beautiful blue eyes I could stare at forever, because he had that soft blond hair I wanted to bury my hands in. Because he was so warm and kind and had that huge golden heart that made his smile look like the sun. Because he was so tall and strong and I always felt safe in his presence, but still couldn't get my words out right. "I kinda have feelings for you," I said finally, still looking at his shoes.

"So you cheated and chose my name and knitted me mittens?"

I still didn't look at him, sure I would see rejection in his eyes. But then his fingers were on my chin and made me move my head up. I still couldn't see what his expression was because I kept my gaze downward, but it didn't matter, because his lips captured mine and I couldn't open my eyes if I wanted to.

His lips were even softer than I had imagined, somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized the lingering taste of hot chocolate on him, but my stomach was doing all kinds of flips and jumps and I couldn't focus on much of anything except how his lips felt.

All too soon though, he broke the kiss but leaned his forehead against mine, warm breath wafting over me, hand falling to my shoulder. "I wish I could knit," he whispered.

It was so far from anything I had expected, that I pulled back and frowned at him, but he just grinned, slowly opening his eyes. "Okay. I could... teach you?"

Steve slid one arm around my waist to pull me flush against him and moved his hand up to cradle my face. "If we're going to communicate with knitted clothes, I should make you two pairs of mittens too."

It took a few seconds for the meaning of his words to sink in. But then my stomach began doing even more acrobatics. "We can use words," I said breathlessly.

Steve closed the gap between us again. My eyes fluttered closed, but he didn't kiss me. Instead, his lips were close enough so I could sense them. "I kinda have feelings for you too," he said and I felt the words against my lips. "And I told Tony you love Rocky Road."

"Oh," was all I could get out before he was on me, warm and sweet. I stumbled back half a step and was then trapped between Steve and the door. This kiss was so much more, tongues wrestling with each other, lips melding together, and I could definitely taste the hot chocolate on him now, the Rocky Road too. My hands went up around his neck, tugging lightly on the short hairs there. Steve pressed me against the door and the room was suddenly too hot, was the sun inside?

Loud shouting, the sound of running and then squealing out in the hall broke our moment and we pulled apart breathlessly. I couldn't help the giggle that left me.

"Breakfast?" Steve asked.

"Yes, please."

Mittens Part 2 >>

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[tonystarkstoga]

For the #torture-sock-verse, since @tonystarktogo asked me a bunch of question - and of course I need to answer them.

like now we have Loki knitting and Tony being himself but is this going to be a longer process?

With Loki knitting and Tony essentially being himself, most of the Avengers were going back and forth between trying to fix the situation with SHIELD and waiting anxiously for the whole thing to blow up. Overall, it was quite... domestic. Besides the ongoing negotiations, things were calm: Steve took up drawing again and ended up drawing Loki, who had unintentionally fallen asleep during a movie. Bruce was cooking for everyone, making sure to bring some variety to their meals, since he'd travelled so much. It was almost easy to forget that they weren't all entirely comfortable with Loki in the tower, and that there were people who wanted to take Loki back to SHIELD, and that sometimes Loki screamed at night.

Is Tony the only one who gets Loki's things?

When Loki finds the drawing of himself, he steals it, or so he tells himself, ignoring the fact that it was left on the coffee table for him after everyone had cleared out of the room to let him sleep. The next day, a pair of socks appears on the coffee table while Loki is nowhere to be seen. Nobody touches it until Steve arrives. He chuckles and rolls his eyes at the familiar red-white-and-blue pattern. Whether it's a tease or a compliment, he accepts it graciously and is henceforth seen wearing his socks around the tower.

After every meal, Bruce finds a new pair of Socks dangling from the door handle of his private rooms. He's quite sure Loki does not know what the sock on the handle symbolises to most people, but he also doesn't bring it up. His socks come in all kinds of colours, but are mostly reminiscent of the meals he's made - a brownish yellow curry colour with some red and green flecks is his favourite pair. Soon his collection is only surpassed by Tony's, who finds a new pair every morning right next to where his feet first meet the floor when he leaves his bed.

Is he the only one who wears them?

The only time Natasha gets a pair is when she stabs Clint. Granted, she insists it was an accident, but Clint had been running his mouth about Loki and their whole situation, either not noticing or ignoring Loki's presence. He only dared to speak because Tony wasn't around, but it seemed Natasha didn't take too kindly to his words either. Loki hands it to her as he leaves the room, and whether he had planned them for someone else or for her in the first place is just as unclear as whether it was a trick of the light or they had really just changed their colour to black.

What about the others? They're probably sceptic, considering the last time they left Tony alone he got himself stabbed by Loki?

Everyone is a little worried when Tony decides one evening to head to Loki's room, because Loki hasn't come to dinner, and it's Bruce's turn to cook. They'd advise him against it if they thought it would do any good. But they also know that if anyone has a chance of helping Loki figure out whatever is going on, it's Tony.

#tony stark #loki #torture-sock-verse #avengers #tonystarktogo

[siriuslymoon]

May I request 89 for ThorBruce? I love your writing btw ❤️

Thank you so much! Of course you can 💕💕 89. We’re having a movie night and you fell asleep so in confessed my love to you and what do you mean you’re awake?

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Bruce was not prepared for a social interaction.

And while that statement could be used to sum up his entire existence, on this particular evening it was referring to an avengers movie night.

Tony was still hell bent on introducing Steve and Thor to ‘all the classics’ and everyone else had just been lured in with snacks and comfy sofas.

Bruce liked his friends, he did, and he liked spending time with them- but he was close to finishing a project and every second that he spent away from the lab filled him with guilt and an over all feeling of unease.

So when he stumbled into the kitchen, lab coat singed and overall appearance in disarray; the last thing he needed was to be hauled into a five hour film event.

“I just,” he pointed over at the machine “I just came for coffee”

But Tony shook his head, “cmon Bruce we’ve got a full house tonight, you can’t be the only one left out” he wrapped his fingers around Bruce’s wrist and began to pull him towards the sofas.

Bruce noticed the only available seat would be next to thor and stilled.

He hadn’t showered for a few days and he currently smelt like burning cloth and various chemicals, something he didn’t feel like wafting up the nose of the guy he was crazy about.

“Can I um- can i at least change?” He gestured to his ruined appearance, and tony was about to say he looked fine when Thor cut in.

“Bruce should be comfortable if he is to fully enjoy the movies” everyone nodded and the blonde sent him a small wink, accompanied by a soft smile; Bruce didn’t know which made his heart stop first but either way he couldn’t breathe.

“I guess- alright you’ve got the minutes til we start without you” Tony threw himself down next to steve in the sofa and stole a handful of popcorn.

Bruce began to grin causing Tony to quickly cough around his popcorn and wave his arms.

“No! Bad wording- ten minutes until I come get you and drag you in here” he smiled at the correction and Bruce nodded, turning and heading for his room, doing everything he could to ensure he didn’t trip as he walked out.

He showered quickly using as much scented body wash as his hands could hold, roughly drying his hair afterwards so that it wasn’t dripping down his torso but leaving it damp enough to avoid frizz. He pulled out a sweater he didn’t know he had and a pair of sweat pants, before evaluating himself in the mirror.

His damp curls hung round his face and the sweater slipped from his neck and dangled past his hands, the sweatpants hugging tight in places and sitting looser in others.

He shrugged, and headed back out to the living room, happy to see the seating arrangements hadn’t changed.

“See? Told you he’d be back. And aw bruce you look adorable” tony pointed to where the grey knit skimmed his finger tips and Bruce flushed, mumbling a thank you and scurrying Over to Thor’s side.

The man was warm, even sat at a distance Bruce could feel the waves of heat rolling off him, mixing with his natural scent of rain water and rich royal spices to create a tangible aura.

Bruce leaned in closer, damp hair brushing Thor’s dry jumper, the cotton soaking up the moisture immediately.

“What are we watching?” He adjusted his glasses, smiling lazily at Thor, choking when he returned it.

Thor leant in closer to reply, “I believe we are watching time travellers”

Bruce nodded, turning to see Tony mouth ‘back to the future’

They started the movie, Bruce shuffling to sit as comfortably as he could next to Thor, ignoring the constant hammering in his heart and pulling his knees to his chest; sock covered toes stretched across the free space beside him.

He enjoyed listening to Thor laugh every few minutes, or gasp at the crucial points. It painted a natural smile on Bruce’s face and worked to relax him.

He made it through one film, blinking heavily every few minutes to try and force away the tiredness overcoming him. But when everyone yelled for the next one to be put on he sighed; not wanting to seem like a kill joy he sat there and tried his hardest to stay awake.

But he had gravitated closer to Thor throughout the first film, and the gods steady breathing worked as a lullaby that had Bruce off to sleep within minutes.

No one noticed at first, not until Bruce’s position fell and he slumped against the gods shoulder, inching over into his chest- Thor’s arm immediately curling around him to steady him.

“Should we wake him?” Steve asked, everyone’s eyes now on the sleeping scientists, face so relaxed in slumber it had them all smiling.

“No- he doesn’t get enough sleep. Just turn the volume down a little” Thor told them, pleased when they took his instructions and went back to watching the film.

But Thor couldn’t bring himself to look back at the screen, finding the man in his lap much more interesting.

He moved to take off Bruce’s glasses and brush a curl from his face, laughing softly when He twitched and scrunched his nose up before breathing out and burrowing deeper intoThor’s chest.

Thor ran his hand up and down the mans back following the lines of his spine, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his breaths, the gentle fluttering of his eyelashes as he dreamt luring the confession out of him.

“You’re so beautiful” the declaration slipped past his lips, his friends too engrossed in the movie and each other to notice.

But Bruce noticed.

He had began to wake up after someone sneezed, and when he heard thor talk he froze, focusing on keeping his breathing even and his eyes shut.

But then Thor was playing his his hair, fingertips grazing his scalp and letting his curls loop around his fingers.

His breath caught in his chest, heart building with the urge to scream but he did not move.

“You’re so smart, so wonderfully smart” Thor’s hand move this his cheek, cupping his face and running a calloused thumb over his cheekbone.

“I’m so in love with you Bruce” he whispered, not even sounding like he meant to say it, as though it was no natural to him, but then quickly finding comfort in the mans unconscious state and knowing that he couldn’t hear him

Except he did.

“You what?”

Thor screamed, the sound ripping from his throat and causing everyone’s hearts to thud uncomfortably.

“Jesus point break, this isn’t a scary movie!” Tony cursed, hand resting over his chest.

Bruce sat up, wiping sleep from his eyes and watching his friends calm down.

“Ahhh dude you woke up Bruce” Clint sighed, scowling lightly at Thor.

“My apologies” Thor mumbled before excusing himself and running from the room.

Why did Bruce say anything, why couldn’t he have just stayed quiet- let thor have his moment.

“I’m gonna head to bed if you guys don’t mind, enjoy your movie” he made sure to blink slowly, and move as though sleep still plagued his body; when in reality he had adrenaline thrumming through his body and had never felt quite so awake.

They muttered a chorus of “nights” and “later’s” and Bruce hurried from the room.

“Jarvis where did Thor go?” Bruce asked, waiting for the reply.

“Mr Odinson is currently on the rooftop, and when asked if he wished to be disturbed- he said he did not”

Bruce nodded, making his way to the rooftop entrance, and finding the door locked.

“I told you” Bruce grinned and how much of an attitude Jarvis could have at times, the whole thing screaming Tony.

“Open the door Jarvis”

“But he-“

“I’ll tell Tony that you let steve in after their fight despite him telling you to lock all the doors” Bruce retorted, smirking to himself and at Jarvis.

“Sir was being a stubborn fool” came the reply, to which Bruce said “and so am I- open it up buddy”

He swear he heard a sigh as the door clicked open, and Jarvis wished him good luck.

Bruce found Thor on one of the chairs Tony had put out there, over looking the sky, the odd bit of stray lighting running through the sky.

“I thought you were asleep” Thor told him, not needing to turn around to know Bruce was stood behind him.

“I was,” bruce nodded “I think Clint sneezed- it woke me up”

It was Thor’s turn to nod.

“I apologise if i have made you uncomfortable, I will leave promptly and forever carry the horrible burden of knowing I caused the destruction of our friendship” his voice was low and heavy, the sky clouding over as he spoke.

“Woah, wait what? Thor I’m not mad at you!” Bruce moved closer, sitting beside him on one of the chairs, though the god still refused to look at him.

“Did you mean it?” Bruce asked, and Thor’s features contorted “why on Midgard would I lie?”

Bruce deflated “I don’t know..”

“Even unconscious- I’d never lie to you bruce I hoped you’d know that” Thor looked sad again, heart broke at the thought of Bruce not trusting him.

Without thinking Bruce grabbed Thor’s hands, squeezing them in his own smaller ones as he rushed out “I do trust you! With my life, I do. I just- didn’t think you’d feel like that”

“Why ever not?” Thor raised an eyebrow, finally looking at Bruce, though now that his gaze was on him Bruce kind of wished he’d look away.

“Because,” he laughed “I’m me and you’re- god Thor you’re… well a god for one thing. And you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever known, no matter how harshly any world treats you you’re always smiling and you make me smile and you’re stunning and…. and you deserve better Thor. You deserve someone like you- if anyone else that perfect even exists”

Thor laughed.

“Why are you midgardians so caught up on what people deserve? Do you think I deserve to be happy?” Thor asked, moving so that his hands cupped Bruce’s instead”

“Of course”

“Then let me be happy with you, you who is just as perfect, more so if anything”

Thor grinned, so wide and bright that Bruce had to look away for a moment to catch his breath.

Until Thor tilted his head up to look at him, an eyebrow raised in question, a question Bruce answered with a nod and then he felt Thor’s smile pressed against his own.

And if Bruce caught an explosion of lighting across the sky before his eyes fluttered shut, well then he must just be imagining things.

#Thorbruce #thunderscience #gammahammer #thruce #thulk #thorbruce fic #thor x bruce #thor odinson #thor of asgard #bruce banner #hulk #thunderbruce

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September Round-up Part 2: (Creators M-Z)

Here is the second of two posts from the list of Happy Steve Bingo fills, also sorted by username. Thank you everyone for your amazing response to this bingo! We can’t wait to see what the next months will bring. Remember, sign ups are still open if you’d like to receive a card and participate.

Maia_saura

Steve, the Universe’s Infinite Playlist (Multi, Dancing) 

How Bucky Barnes Became The Sock Fairy (Steve/Bucky, I am a God of a [Minor Thing]) 

msermesth_on_wednesdays (msermesth)

Flash Fics for New Comics - Exiles #8 (Steve/Peggy, Supersoldier Strength) 

Mrs_Nicole

I’ve Got You Now (Steve/Bucky, Unknown) 

I Just Want You (Multi, Children) 

nanasekei

Of grooming lessons and bath bombs (Steve/Tony, Non-Sexual Intimacy) 

The Strange Case of Tony Stark’s Pajamas (Steve/Tony, Sharing a Bed) 

don’t go wasting your emotion (Steve/Tony, Dates Get Interrupted) 

roll with the punches (Steve/Tony, “I Never Throw the First Punch!”) 

The word I use to describe (Steve/Tony, Knitting) 

nikkiRA

friday night and the lights are low (Steve/Bucky, Dancing) 

two bros chilling in a bathtub (Steve/Bucky, Bathing/Washing) 

officialstevetony

[art] (Steve/Sam, Food) 

penciler-grazie

[art] (Steve/Jim Hammond, Coffee) 

Polska_1999

Sleep Well (Steve/Bucky, Sharing a Bed) 

Time’s Kind Mistake (Steve/Bucky, Time Travel) 

Tea Party and a Tiara (Steve/Bucky, Caught in a Tea Party Wearing a Tiara) 

Flirting with an Oblivious Supersoldier (Steve/Bucky, "Are You Flirting with Me?” “Have Been for the Past Year, Thanks for Noticing.”) 

Resume, Not Restart (Steve & Tony, Amnesia) 

Staying Warm (Steve & Sam, “You’re So Warm”) 

Perceived Confidence (Steve & Tony, Insecurity) 

A Lesson in Tactics (Steve/Bucky, Teachers or Substitutes) 

Destiny Knows Better (Steve/Bucky, Enemies to Friends to Lovers) 

A New Calm (Steve/Bucky, Meditation) 

Cowboy Boots and a Too-Small Shirt (Gen, Bad Fashion Sense) 

Farmhouse Miracles (Steve/Bucky, Farmhouse of Love) 

ranaraeuchle

[art] (Steve/Tony, Coffee) 

raving_liberal

The Littlest Rogers (Steve/Bucky, Pregnancy) 

If the Whiskers Fit (Steve/Bucky, Sketching) 

relic_amaranth

Princess America (Steve/Bucky, Caught in a Tea Party Wearing a Tiara) 

Try, Try Again (Steve/Bucky, First Kiss) 

sharkie335

Fair and Square (Gen, Bad Fashion Sense) 

What was lost is now found (Gen, Found Family) 

sheron

A Thousand Times, Once (Steve/Tony, Bow Ties) 

What Was It You Wanted (Steve/Tony, First Dates) 

spacekeet

Cuddling (Steve/Bucky, Cuddling) 

Llama Predicament (Steve/Bucky, Miscommunication) 

Small City, Easy to Get Lost Apparently (Gen, Steve & Clint, Lost in the City) 

Promposal (Steve/Bucky, Promposal) 

Spring brings some problems (Gen, Flowers) 

You Look Like you were Carved by the Gods Themselves (Gen, Body Worship) 

Love Notes (Steve/Bucky, Love Notes In Odd Places) 

Apartment Hunting (Gen, Steve & Sam, Apartment Hunting) 

stevergrsno (noxlunate)

This Is Why People Don’t Go To Jersey (Steve/Bucky, Pregnancy) 

[edit] (Gen, Uniform) 

Warm Enough, (Steve/Bucky, Snowball Fight) 

It’s Like, The Tinder Of Cuddling (Steve/Bucky, Cuddling) 

Candy Land Ain’t Got Nothing On This (Steve Bucky, Board Games) 

Trick Or Treat Yo Self (Steve/Bucky, Outdoing The Neighbors (In Decorations)) 

You’re My Honeybunch, Sugarplum, Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You’re My Sweetie Pie (Steve/Bucky, Kittens) 

Keep Calm And Enjoy Fall (Steve/Bucky,  Deciduous/Falling Leaves/Trees In Autumn) 

A Seed Once Sown Never Dies (Steve/Bucky, Gardening) 

sparksflyout

[art] Steve/Bucky, Awkward with Babies and/or Kids) 

spikeymarshmallows

Happy Steve Bingo: Socks (Steve/Bucky, Socks) 

Happy Steve Bingo: Puppies (Steve/Bucky, Puppies) 

stucky4breakfast

(Steve/Bucky, Healing Touch) 

(Steve/Bucky, I’m The God of a Minor Thing) 

(Steve/Bucky, Dancing) 

(Steve/Bucky, Teachers) 

(Steve/Bucky, Personalized Handshake) 

(Steve/Bucky, You Smell Really Nice) 

(Steve/Bucky, Snuggling) 

(Steve/Bucky, Letters) 

(Steve/Bucky, Amnesia) 

(Steve/Bucky, Colors) 

tastes-like-coconut

[art] Gen, Puppies) 

thewilfling

[art] (Gen, Puppies) 

vextant

Open Road (Gen, Steve & Sam, Window Shopping) 

So We Put Our Hands Up (Gen, Steve & Clint, Karaoke) 

wearing_tearing

lucky kind (Steve/Bucky, Pregnancy) 

wordsmisleadinghere

Deepest Red to Brightest Green (Steve/Scott Lang, Colors) 

His Own Medicine (Steve/Scott Lang, Hurt/Comfort) 

And adding one fill we missed yesterday... dottieapple

Dancing in the Rain (Steve/Bucky, Dancing in the Rain)

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