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ohbuckysmetalarm · 2 years

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: “‘Do not Disturb’ on the hotel door, waking the neighbours…”

Warnings: SMUT [Oral (m and f receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Multiple orgasms, Face sitting, 69 position, Rough sex, Begging, Marking, Size kink, Daddy kink]; USE OF PET NAMES: (babygirl and princess), Jealous Bucky

Word Count: 4.3K

Part 1

Part 2

*EIGHT DAYS LATER*

Everything has been pretty great! Bucky asked you on a date, and of course, you said yes. He took you out to dinner then you watched the sunset while sitting on top of Stark Tower; something you had told him you would love to do on a date the day before he asked you out. And then you went and got ice cream. Once you two got back you went straight to his room and he made love to you. He wasn’t rough. He was slow and passionate, coaxing out three orgasms from you with his fingers and tongue before sliding his cock into you. Peppering you with kisses as he rocked into you. You had already fallen for the super soldier, but you were falling even further with each passing day. You hoped he felt the same way.

You wake up to an announcement from JARVIS. “Miss y/l/n, you’re needed downstairs for an emergency meeting.”

“Thanks, JARVIS.” You call out groggily. You don’t bother changing into your day clothes, but do give yourself a once-over in the mirror to smooth out your hair.

You make your way to the meeting room and see Bucky standing outside the door waiting for you, you instantly smile like an idiot. He smiles back at you effortlessly, and takes your hand in his. You walk in and see Steve, Tony, and Sam are the only three in the meeting room. You and Bucky take your seats beside each other, still hand-in-hand.

Tony looks up to you and Bucky and smiles. “Good morning, lovebirds!” He sings out.

You just smile at him, too tired to wanna talk to anyone.

“We’re only waiting for Natasha then we’ll start.” Steve says, authority ringing in his voice.

You look over at Sam, who’s on the verge of falling asleep, and just then Nat walks in and sits down with an empty cup of coffee. “Coffee maker’s still broke, Stark.”

“I know Romanoff, working on it.” He replies, slightly annoyed. The coffee has been on on-going battle for three days now.

“Morning, Nat.” You smile at her, hoping to lighten her mood a bit.

She smiles back at you. “Morning, y/n. I already know a bit about the mission, it’s an interesting one!”

That makes you slightly confused, but you look aver to Tony and Steve, waiting for them to start talking.

“Ok, now that you’re all here…”

*FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER*

You’re currently in your room with Bucky. You wish you could say you two were doing anything but arguing, but you can’t. Bucky has been tense from the beginning of the meeting. When Steve said you would be going undercover to get some information from a target. Which may have been fine except one tiny detail; you gotta play the role of a temptress, basically pretending to seduce this man into giving you what you need. This obviously doesn’t sit well with Bucky because you felt his hold on your hand tighten when the words left Stark's; and right when you got to your room he spoke his mind, leading you to where you are now.

“I just think there are other ways to go about this.” Bucky huffs out.

“Maybe there is, but I’m saying that I’m sure Steve and Tony thought of different ways, and this was the best decision.” You’re packing while arguing with your boyfriend.

“Then we can have Natasha do it, if we really need to go about it like this!”

“Maybe, but the last time Nat went undercover like that, it didn’t end well for anyone.”

“I know… I just-” He sighs.

You make your way over to Bucky and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay, Buck. I’m gonna be okay.”

“I know you can handle yourself. It’s just…”

“You don’t trust me?” You look up at him with a pained expression.

Bucky’s face softens immediately and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t mean it like that, y/n. I just don’t wanna see anyone else touching what’s mine.”

You laugh humorously at that. “You’re jealous?” He clenches his jaw. “Bucky, I’ve already told you; you’re the only one for me.”

He huffs again. “You’re mine, baby. You can’t let him touch you.”

“Okay, Buck. I won’t let him touch me.” You say and then peck him on the lips, going back to packing. You guys will be staying at a hotel for the night (if everything goes as planned).

Once everyone’s packed and ready to go you all get on the Quinjet, and fly out to Paris. There will be a silent auction and that’s where you’re man will be.

*FIVE HOURS LATER*

After spending just shy of an hour getting ready you look yourself over in the mirror. You looked quite stunning to put it plainly. The tight black dress accentuating every curve of your body and highlighting your round ass. The neckline is just low enough to give a peak of you’re cleavage, tempting anyone to look down. The length shows off your soft thighs and you suddenly wish you were wearing this for Bucky and not some rando.

You make your way downstairs and you, Sam, and Bucky load up in a car to head to the auction. You don’t miss the way Bucky’s eyes take over your form shamelessly, licking his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. Nat took another car, she would be in a building across the street, letting you know if anything suspicious is going on outside.

The whole ride there Bucky was silent with a fiery gaze anytime Sam tried to speak to him. Sam didn’t know what had his panties in a bunch, but you knew. He still hadn’t accepted the role you’d be playing. The gaze he gave was full Winter Soldier mode, and he would look at Sam as if he wanted to snap his neck.

Once you get to the building you all walk in, immediately going you’re separate ways. When you look back to Bucky, the look in his eyes says, “behave.” You just smirk at him, which makes him absolutely furious.

You dabble around the bar; subtly looking for your target when you hear a deep voice behind you. “What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing hear all alone”?

You cringe at the question but quickly plaster on a seductive smile before turning around. “Looking for a strong man to keep me company,” you purr out.

At that you here a disapproving huff in your ear from Bucky in your ear piece and you just block it out.

“We’ll, it’s a good thing I’m hear then, isn’t it?” The target says as he slowly gets closer to you. “Lemme buy you a drink, sugar.

You inwardly cringe at the pet name. “Can’t turn down a guy like you.” You wink at him.

After about an hour of flirting with this guy and partaking in the auction here and there you’ve had just about enough of this. “Why don't we get out of here?” You whisper in his ear.

“No.” You hear in your ear for the millionth time that night.

He looks you in the eye, “I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” And just like that you two get up and make your way to the entrance, the target holding your waist and you trail your hand up to rest on his chest.

And that’s when Bucky snaps, you’ve done a great job so far. But seeing another man touch you makes Bucky absolutely feral. He follows you two, wanting to break that man’s arm for touching his girl. Before he reaches you, Sam stops him. “What are you doing, Buck?” Sam asks.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Y/n is so close, just have a little faith in her, man.”

Bucky looks Sam in the eye and sighs, defeated. “Okay. Okay, you’re right.”

Sam speaks into the ear piece to you, “Y/n once you get what we need meet us back at the hotel.”

“Okay,” you whisper back.

And then the guys and Natasha make their way back to the hotel, awaiting your arrival.

You get into the target’s car and he drives to his place, you make small talk on the way there. Once he stops the car you two get out and he takes you to his room. He closes the door and makes his way over to you, his lips centimeters from yours. Before he can move any closer you inject the tranquilizer Steve had given you for this very moment. The man falls into your arms and you place him on his bed. Once he’s in a good enough position to where he’ll think he just passed out from too much alcohol in his system you take out your tape and rip a small piece off and place it over his right thumb, making sure to get his finger print. You make your way to the drawer at the back of the closet and open it, finding the reader and placing the piece of tape over it. It immediately opens and there you find a small Manila folder and the vile you need to retrieve.

“I got the vile.” You speak into the ear piece.

“Great, there should be an Uber there to pick you up.” Natasha answers.

“Thanks, Nat.”

Once you get back to the hotel Natasha and Sam are in the lobby waiting for you.

You hand them the brief case with everything in it before telling them what all you found. “The vile and a folder are in there. It just describes what is inside the vile and what they've used the formula for so far.”

“You did great, y/n!” Sam exclaims.

“Thanks. Where is Bucky?”

“He already went upstairs to his room; he was pretty worked up at the auction.” Sam states.

“Oh, okay. Well, I think I’m gonna head to bed, I’m pretty exhausted.” You turn and make your way to the elevator.

“See you tomorrow, y/n.” Sam and Nat say in unison.

“Yep, see ya,” you call back.

When you finally get to your room you notice the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign as you open the door, leaving it on there for now since you’ll be sleeping anyway. But once you open the door you see Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed.

“How did you get into my room, Buck?”

“Front desk gave me a key.” He smiles cheekily.

You sigh, “What do you need?”

Bucky stands up and makes his way over to you, a predatory look on his face. He pushes you up against the wall and whispers against your neck. “You’ve been a naughty girl tonight, y/n.”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pant back.

He pushes your thighs apart with his knee and sucks a dark bruise onto your neck. “You did the one thing I told you not to do.” The tone of voice he’s using has your head spinning. “You let him touch what’s mine. You’re lucky Sam stopped me when I tried to get to you when I saw you two leaving.” Bucky says matter of factly.

You look into his eyes when he pulls back and the ocean blue of his eyes is eight shades darker and almost entirely taken over by his blown pupils. You whimper softly from the look he gives you.

“What did you do with him when you went to his place?”

You pull yourself up straighter, “I got the information we needed.”

"Oh, really? He didn’t show you a good time?” Bucky says, a slight growl to his voice.

“No.”

“Hmm.”

You can tell Bucky isn’t pleased, so you do the one thing you know will satisfy him. “I used the tranquilizer Steve gave me before he could do anything. And then I went to find the vile. And then I came straight back here. I didn’t let him touch me again. I’m only yours, James Buchanan Barnes. I promise.” You say, kissing his neck after each sentence. One thing you’ve learned about Bucky since you got together is that he needs reassurance that you’re not going to leave him.

Bucky unzips the back of your dress and slides it down your body. Once you step out of the dress bunched at your feet Bucky picks you up and throws you onto the bed before crawling up to you, kissing a trail from your stomach up to your mouth. You immediately open your mouth to give him access and he slips his tongue in. There’s no fight for dominance, you give it to him. You know he’s gonna fuck you rough. He does when someone gets too much attention from you. Bucky pulls away slightly to look into your eyes and you feel his fingers play with the hem of your panties before he slides them down your legs and throws them somewhere behind him. Bucky then crawls between your thighs and places your legs on his shoulders. He looks up at you with hungry eyes and then circles your clit with his tongue before he gently sucks it into his mouth. You let out an near-pornographic moan and throw your head back in ecstasy.

Bucky quickly releases your clit, “Look at me, y/n. Wanna see your face as you cum apart on my tongue.” You let out a groan and then meet his eyes again. Bucky goes back to his task of sucking and licking your pussy like he needs it to survive. He sucks your clit again and shakes his head, letting out a moan. The vibrations on your clit has you whimpering. You trail your fingers down to thread through his hair, lightly tugging, pulling a needy moan from your lover.

“Oh, daddy!” You whine out.

And then he goes back to licking you, and you swear he’s writing a letter to you with his tongue. You suddenly feel two of Bucky’s fingers slowly slide into your dripping hole. And he moans onto your cunt at how wet you are. He thrusts his fingers in and out at the same pace he’s licking. And then he adds a third, stretching you in the most delicious way. The slight burn is a welcome one as he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot repeatedly. Bucky uses many different techniques. Fingering you slowly while laying his tongue flat against your clit to draw whines from your throat. To curling his fingers, massaging your g-spot and circling your clit with his tongue. To thrusting at a harsh pace while sucking your clit, and your legs start to quake around his head. You're close and Bucky knows it, he pulls his fingers out of you completely and sits up. You whine at the loss of him, but any more sounds of disapproval disappear as grabs your thighs and lifts them off his shoulders and pushes them back, holding you open for him when he slides his thick length into you.

You look down and watch his length disappear inside you. “Oh, daddy,” you mewl from the sight and feel of him filling you up inch by inch.

Once he’s bottomed out he looks into your eyes with a sense of awe. “Yes, princess?”

His eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Move, please,” you gasp out, circling your hips.

His grip on your thighs tightens to stop your movements. “I’m in charge tonight, princess.”

You let out a shaky moan at that and he smirks before setting an agonizingly slow pace. “You're gonna be a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, I’ll be your good girl.”

“Of course you will,” he says before picking up the pace. Bucky’s torn between watching his cock disappear and reappear in your cunt and watching you face contort with pleasure. He can’t get enough of the way your pussy glistens form your slick and his saliva. And the way your eyes squeeze shut without you even being aware of it makes a sense of pride flow through the super soldier. “Oh, babygirl your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick. Wanna be inside you forever.”

“Fuck!” You clench around Bucky as you let out a groan.

“You like that? Want me to stay in this tight little cunt?”

“Mmhmm,” you mumble out.

Bucky leans in to kiss you softly, a stark contrast to the brutal thrusting of his cock. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slides in and explores the inside of your mouth. And you clench around him when you remember the way that tongue was circling your clit just minutes ago. Bucky pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

At a particular thrust Bucky gives, he hits your g-spot and you moan loudly at the contact, feeling your core throb around Bucky’s cock. He releases his grip on one of your thighs and brings his hand down to play with your clit, bringing you even closer to your first release. “Cum for me, y/n. Wanna feel you cum around daddy’s cock.”

Hearing him refer to himself as 'daddy' is what sends your hurtling over the edge and you see stars as you tightly squeeze your eyes shut. Your legs try to close from the pleasure bubbling inside you but he keeps you open, still plowing into you.

You let out a squeal when he flips you onto your stomach, his cock slipping out of your dripping cunt. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you so you're on your hands and knees. You feel the head of his dick tease your opening before bottoming out inside you till his hips hit your ass.

“Daddy, you’re so deep, fuck!” You scream out.

He pushes your face into the pillow and he slides in even deeper, hitting your cervix and you scream out yet again. “So responsive,” he growls out. And then he stills his hips, deep inside you so you can feel just how deep he is. He reaches his metal hand around you and applies a bit of pressure to your lower belly and you shudder from the cool metal on your heated skin. “You feel me in there, babygirl?”

"Yes, daddy! You feel so perfect inside of me.” You both let out moans when he slowly starts moving inside you, his hand still on your stomach and you can feel every little movement he makes You feel high form the way his cock twitches when you clench around him, and you want nothing more than for him to fill you up till you're dripping for days. And you let out a particularly loud moan at the thought of it.

“What is it, princess? What’s got you all worked up?”

“I-I want you to cum inside of me, daddy. Want you to fill me up so good.”

His hips stutter at your words and he softly whimpers. There is nothing hotter than James Buchanan Barnes whimpering because of you, you’re sure of it.

“C’mon, daddy, cum in my pussy. Please.” You moan out.

He lets out a growl, “Touch your clit for me, babygirl.”

And you immediately do as he says, helping him bring you to euphoria. He picks up his pace, slamming into your tight hole. The sound of skin slapping skin and both of your moans filling the room. And you’re on the edge, ready to fall…

“Cum with me, y/n.” Bucky lets out darkly; and another orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, Bucky right behind you. The feeling of his thick ropes of cum spurting inside you heightening the euphoric state you're in.

Bucky flips you around so you’re straddling him. You look down into his eyes and he just smirks at you. “Ride daddy’s cock, princess.” You would but your legs feel like jelly from the position you were just in. Bucky clicks his tongue at your state. “Daddy’s gotta do all the work, huh, babygirl? It’s okay, daddy’s got you.” He says as he harshly pulls his cock almost completely out of you and slams back in, making you fall over him. “It’s okay, just let daddy take care of you.” He sets a punishing pace, and it makes your head spin. His words sound so loving, but his dick is saying something entirely different. And you whine out in sensitivity.

“D-daddy! I-I can’t... too much.” You moan into his neck.

“You can take it, y/n. I know you can. Just- shit- just be a g-good girl and take it!” Bucky growls out that last part, already on the verge of cumming inside you again.

“DADDY!” You scream out, your thighs beginning to tighten around Bucky, ready to cum.

“You gonna cum for me again? It’s okay, let go for me, y/n.” And you are letting out a shout of his name. Bucky quickly pulls out before he has a chance to release again. He turns you so you are on your stomach on top of him, facing his cock, his face at your pussy.

“Suck my cock, babygirl. I’ll make you feel real good over here.” And with that he licks a long stipe from your clit to your aching hole. You let out a moan from the contact, your mind spinning. Bucky smacks your ass and you take his cock into your mouth, he moans into your pussy as you take him deep into your throat until you slightly gag around his length.

Bucky’s tongue circles your entrance before sliding into you. And it feels so good, you’ve never felt anything like it and you desperately need more. The way his wet tongue slides inside of you has your head spinning. You moan around his cock and feel him twitch inside your mouth. You release him with a pop and spit on the head of his cock, watching your saliva trail down the base of him before sucking just the head into you mouth and swirl your tongue the same pace of his inside of your tight hole. Once you run your tongue over his slit his hips start to buck to make you take more of him into your mouth. You lightly pinch his thigh and he whines before taking his tongue out of you.

“I need to cum, y/n!” He grumbles at you.

“You’re gonna cum,” you say and then go right back to sucking just the tip of his dick.

Bucky groans out in frustration and then plunges his tongue back inside your cunt. And you moan around him, sending vibrations to every part of his body. And then his cock spasms as he releases his hot cum into your mouth. And like the good girl you are; you swallow all of it. Bucky continues his ministrations with his tongue and you let off of him to let out a loud moan you’ve been holding in all this time. “Oh, daddy, your tongue feels so good inside of my tight pussy! Shit!”

You focus your attention back to his softening length and you take him back into your mouth till he hits the back of your throat and Bucky whimpers under you. You work him with your mouth and he quickly becomes rock hard again and his legs begin to shake from the overstimulation. He sucks at your entrance and then releases you, letting out a broken moan.

“Y-y/n, baby. You gotta- fuck- you gotta stop.”

Being the little shit you are, you suck him harder and take him deeper in your throat. And he swears you’re trying to kill him with the skill of your mouth. His legs convulse under you and he moans shakily “Shit, I’m gonna cum again! Fuck.” With that he releases inside your awaiting mouth for the second time that night.

Once he comes down he grabs hold of your hips and lifts you up so you're hovering over his face. He smacks your ass before speaking, “Sit on my face, princess. I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard.”

You just look at him as if to say he’s crazy. “Umm..” you start, but Bucky lowers you down and starts lapping at your cunt like a man starved. You tangle your fingers in his hair for something to hold onto and let out an ear-shattering scream. You can feel Bucky smirk underneath you and you’re already close to your orgasm.

Bucky lets off you for a moment to catch his breath, “You’re gonna beg me to let you cum.” And then he’s right back to shoving his tongue inside of your dripping hole.

You let out another scream from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. Bucky smacks your ass again with his metal hand and you whimper brokenly. He soothes the burn with the cool of his hand. And the need to cum overwhelms you, you remember the words that last came out of Bucky’s mouth.

“Oh, Bucky! Please let me cum, I need to cum so bad. Please, please! You scream out. Bucky taps your thigh, letting you know you can cum. And you scream out in euphoria as you let go. He slows his ministrations, riding you through your high. And you're a trembling, screaming mess.

Once you come down from your high and your breathing slows down you and Bucky hear the sound of pounding at what sounds like the door and the wall behind the bed.

And then you hear the ringing of Bucky’s phone. He quickly picks it up and sighs before answering. “Yeah?”

You can clearly hear Sam’s voice on the phone, “You two need to shut the fuck up, it’s two in the goddamn morning!”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright, I’ll tell y/n to keep it down.” Bucky replies while smirking.

“And you two are kinky as fuck, God!”

“Goodnight, Sam.”

“I’m sure it was.”

And then Bucky hangs up, lays on the bed, and yells out to whoever is outside. “We’re all good in here!” And then turns out the light and cuddles close to you. And you sigh contentedly.

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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I promise I’m not always this sad but I’m craving something angsty - what if reader was dating (or married in an au) Rooster and Hannix and they were all away on a mission except her and she had to give birth without them there because there was no way for them to get there in time (a premature birth so no one could have known she’d give birth while they were gone). And during the birth she had to FaceTime them so they could witness it - maybe her being in labour was a long process so they had to keep calling back every few hours but they did see the moment the baby arrived, lots of tears and sad but kinda happy too. Only if your comfortable with this request :)

A/N: Bestie, be as sad as you want. We love angst in this household, we thrive on it. This will be a Soulmate Au and a Mavericks daughter reader, just for some ✨spice✨

You stood by your window, hand on your belly as you felt your daughter kick. Your husband's and wife were on a mission and due to you being pregnant and on maternity leave, you were at home. They left two weeks ago and the earliest they could get back was in three weeks. You were just hitting 36 weeks of being pregnant and you were handling it well. Your dad was a massive help to you throughout it while they were gone.

Another cramp went through you and you winced, you checked the time and saw it was closer. You were starting to worry, 'I can't be going into labor, can I? It's way too early!' you thought to yourself.

Maverick was in the kitchen, fixing the broken sink because you couldn't be bending down to work on it. You never heard him calling your name, too far lost in your thoughts. You finally snapped out of it as you heard your name louder, as you turned you felt a gush of water go down your legs. You felt all the blood drain from your face "No" you whispered. Your father stared also "Oh boy" he said and you shook your head "No! It's too early! They're not here!" You cried, your heart pounding rapidly. You could barely breathe as you started crying. Maverick cupped your cheek "Honey, breathe. You have to breathe, you need to get to the hospital. Your baby girl is coming" he said. You nodded and got yourself together shakily.

The trip to the hospital was a blur and eventually you were in bed, gripping your father's hand as you went through another contraction. Maverick managed to get your wife and husbands in the phone finally and you gave them a tired grin "Hi guys... " You told them, a tear slipping down your cheek. "What's wrong baby?" Bradley asked. "I'm in early labor" you said, getting right to it. "What? But you're not-" Natasha started "Due for another month-" you grunted "I know." You finished, your body relaxing after the contraction.

You talked to them and the nurse checked you but you weren't dilated enough yet. You were in the labor process for a while, they were keeping a close eye on you because of how early you were.

They kept calling back and each time you were becoming more and more of a mess. "I can't do this!" You sobbed when they had to hang up again "I can't!" You cried to your father as he held you. Maverick pushed the hair off your face "Yes, you can. You are so strong honey, so strong" he murmured. "Fuck the government. They're keeping my soulmates from me when I need them the most" you cried. Your father didn't correct you, knowing you were in agony right now.

The nurse checked again and finally you were able to push. Your father gripped your hand and you never saw your wife and husbands were back on FaceTime. You screamed in pain as you pushed, your head falling back and you sobbed "I need them daddy, I can't" you whimpered. Another moan of pain came out of you and you gripped his hand tighter. "This isn't how it's supposed to be" you cried, sweat pouring down your face. You faintly heard Nat, Bradley, and Jake saying they were there as you continued to push. Over and over you were being told how good you were doing and how strong you were.

Suddenly you heard a little cry break through the room. You collapsed back and smiled as your small daughter was placed on your chest. She was so tiny against your chest "Hi baby girl, welcome to the world" you whispered, putting your finger close for her to grip it. You looked at your dad through teary eyes but he had his phone facing towards you so you could see your wife and husbands. They all had tears going down their faces. You winced as you moved but turned so they could see your daughter despite her being bloody. "Bradley, Jake, Nat, meet our daughter. Sweetie, meet your Papa, Dad, and Mom" you smiled. "Oh Y/n" Nat said "She is beautiful" she smiled. You reluctantly let her go to get checked and cleaned. "Sweetheart, we'll call back soon. You did so good love" Jake told you softly. You nodded and you went through getting cleaned up and stitched up before they brought your little girl back.

You held her close to your chest. "We're going to keep you and your daughter overnight but because she made it to 36 weeks and everything seems good, you'll be able to go home with her tomorrow Mrs. Seresin-Bradshaw" the doctor told you. You nodded and looked down at your baby, tears falling. The next three weeks you would still be on your own taking care of her. You named her the agreed name, Nicole Seresin-Bradshaw.

It wasn't long before you were able to talk to them again and you breast feed her as you talked. "She is small but I can bring her home tonight. I'll be sure to send you lots of videos and pictures" you told them with a smile. "We wish we could be there sweetie" Bradley told you. "I know but I also know that duty calls. If this were Natasha here I would be the same way as you guys. We roll with the punches here. But little Nicole is already an angel" you said with a big grin.

Three weeks later, two days before they were supposed to be home, you heard a knock at the door. It was weird because your dad usually texted before. Holding Nicole, you walked to the door, you knew you looked like a mess. Your hair was a mess, dark bruises under your eyes, you had stains all over your clothes, and a sleeping baby in your arms.

Slowly you opened the door "Hello?" You said tiredly before looking up. You teared up as you saw Natasha, Bradley, and Jake in uniform, holding their bags. Natasha had chocolates and a teddy bear, Jake had flowers and a new bib, and Bradley had your favorite bubble bath and new pacifier. "Surprise Mama" Jake said softly. You quickly let them in so they could put the stuff down. "My loves, meet your almost three week old daughter, Nicole Seresin-Bradshaw" you told them softly. You handed her carefully to Natasha first and watched as her face softened and a look of complete love took over her face. You forced back a yawn, not letting yourself ruin the moment. Soon Jake and Bradley both held her before she started to cry her head off.

You laughed at their looks of terror thinking she hated them. As soon as you took her and let her breastfeed she was happy. "Growing baby, remember?" You smiled. They went to hug you but you stopped them "I have throw up on my shirt, no hugs yet" you told them.

A few hours later you were getting out of a warm bath and coming downstairs. You found Jake on the couch with Nat and Bradley on either side, your daughter nestled on his bare chest. You leaned on the door frame tiredly and smiled. "She loves you all already. She won't stop crying around everyone besides Dad and I." You told them.

You came over and snuggled into Bradley's side tiredly as you watched your daughter sleep in Jake's arms. That was the first time you slept in a while and that was the first time Nicole slept really well also

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dirtyvulture · 5 months

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😎 I had an amazing dinner and holiday with my family and got to face time with my older sister and brother in law ( we also got to see her cute baby bump) so I am just so happy. I hope everyone had an amazing and safe holiday.

I will tell you this , people back in the 1800s didn’t put pictures in wallets like they do now . Pictures were a big deal because they were so expensive so those pictures had to be super important and were typically just put in frames . And they were typically big in size too, but they put pictures in locket necklaces for the ladies and for the gentleman they were placed in a pocket watch. I fully believe that John Howlett had the picture of both John and R while she was much younger ( the picture is the one I described in the last post , the one historical photo of that father holding his son and both having the biggest smiles and them “ goofing off” ) like 6 or maybe 8 ( R’s mutation hit when she was the ages between ten and thirteen like the other media wolverines did) in the pocket watch he was always wearing as it was one of his most prized possessions. I don’t believe or see Elizabeth wearing a locket with a picture of her daughter or the man she was cheating on ( her husband John) with the grounds keeper ( Thomas Logan) . I also don’t believe or see R WANTING ANY pictures of her mother but she would want all of her father’s pictures ( even if she had to face seeing her mother’s harsh and cold face) . R wouldn’t have the time or resources to take any of the photos of the family, of her father, or mother ( which she wouldn’t even want) because she and the Howlett family were blinded by Thomas Logan invading the estate at night while R was sleeping and killing John . R was then forced out and on the run , she could have taken the pocket watch while she was over her father’s ( John’s ) body before running. All the photos were lost and possibly found over time and possibly brought to the school where Nat sees them but didn’t know it was of R’s parents and of R’s family. Nobody did , Hell R doesn’t even remember them or her family. R doesn’t even know old exactly she is .

So R took off that night with her father John’s( She called him papa so it was her papa’s pocket watch) pocket watch and keep it close and tight with her, it was her most prized possession and one of the highest sentimental value . She may have learned that nothing is permanent and not to hold onto things too tightly but her papa’s watch was always the exception to the rule, She probably doesn’t even used it as a watch but just opened it to look at the face of her papa and remember a time when she was really happy. The watch could have been broken inside or just stopped working but the picture was kept intact and that is all R ever cared about. Then …….. Project X happened and R lost all of her memories but that old weird ass sliver pocket watch with all the intricate details over the front and back of the piece as well as the odd engraving of the initials of J.E.H ( John Edward Howlett ) on the front means the absolute world to her and she doesn’t know why but it just FEELS IMPORTANT and that rule of nothing being permit and too sentimental to let go of doesn’t seem to ply to it , that it is an exception to that rule. If though R has never once opened ( that she remembers ) it to see what is in inside it. R leaves it at the school as a promise of coming back to retrieve the watch as it is something that R would NEVER LEAVE BEHIND.

The last bits of the post and as a side not I don’t know if the canonical middle name is Edward , it just sounds historically accurate and it flows well to together. R was and still is (just cause the man has been dead for nearly two centuries and R doesn’t remember him doesn’t mean R doesn’t still love her dad )a daddy’s girl. In honor of Thanksgiving I will leave with a fluffy head canon of SB and Nat doing a family dinner with SB’s sister and her family ( this doesn’t have to be a thanksgiving dinner , just a dinner that the Sister insisted upon Nat being apart of because Nat is apart of the family).

SB was basically ban from cooking, setting up and contributing to the meal in any way , shape or form. It isn’t because SB is bad or clumsy in the kitchen, on the contrary SB is actually a really good cook and loves cooking for and helping cook with loved ones . It is just that with SB still in recovery and not being at full strength or able to stand up for long periods of time…. Sister would hate for SB to push themselves into being of service which she knows SB would do that because she knows her sibling very well. That makes a very sad beef because they can’t do anything to help or make things easier for the people that SB loves so Sister buts SB on baby watching duty. Basically Sb has to hang out with their niece or nephew ( Watching Bluey , drawing, coloring, cuddling and whatever else) while Nat , sister and In Law move about fixing and preparing dinner and also coming into the living room with SB and Baby to hang out while waiting for food to be done. At one point they Face time Yelena who is away on deployment and Nat is so happy talking to her sister and introducing everyone ( besides SB ) and Yelena losing her mind over the baby and because of how cute they are ( and how cute Yelena knows Nat finds SB holding and enacting with baby. Yelena also knows that her big sister’s stance on NEVER having children changed REALL QUICK seeing SB with a baby or kids). After everyone ate and people were cleaning up ( again SB was band from helping) Nat walked into the living room to find a sound asleep SB on the couch with an equally sound asleep baby on SB’s chest . Both Nat and Sister cooed and of course took pictures.

As promised I will try and move forward to SB au thoughts ( even though there not very many at the moment) . But be warned one of my thoughts of the SB au could be very angsty. I also have a question, we mentioned Kate very briefly in the SB au and how SB , YELENA and Kate are a chaos trio . But is Kate in a branch of Military, in the same branch as Yelena? ( I think we decided that Yelena is in the marines) And what is the relationship between Kate and Yelena?

One very last thing and this is something that I forgot to mention. When Nat was looking at Elizabeth Howlett and saw nothing but the cold harshness in her face and eyes . It was a face and eyes that reminded her of madam B ( that bicth that Nat had that graduation ceremony and “ I have no place in this world” conversation with in the AOU flashbacks. She was in charge or one of the people in charge of red room widow training) or that of other widows on the job ….. hell even her own eyes before she escaped and met R.

Glad you had an excellent holiday, anon! I did too :)

Thank you again for educating us. ❤️ Without spoiling too much, I will say that R knows more about her past than you probably think, only because Professor X helped dig up files and do some consensual mind-reading on her. So not all her childhood memories were lost.

And look at you blessing us with a Sergeant Beef headcanon in the same post!

I love the idea that SB is actually a good cook, since they kind of struck me as someone who would be bumbling and unhelpful in the kitchen lol. Putting SB on baby duty seems like the best call, and you know Nat would be all over them for it.

Hmm...we've had some pretty angsty SB thoughts already, but please bring them over lol. I know we've only mentioned it in these extra headcanons, but Kate strikes me as an Air Force kind of person. I'd like to think that her and Yelena met before they enlisted and separated ways, but maintain a very close friendship still (although Kate is potentially interested in Yelena as more than a friend, but Yelena is kind of dumb and oblivious like SB so she doesn't realize it for a long time).

#😎 anon #vulture answers #sergeant beef au #darkest knight au

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Foreigner's God: Chapter 7

Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OFC

Chapter Summary: There is something incredibly off about Tony’s behavior, and Eliza decides she can’t do it anymore. She’s done. The fight leads to several revelations. One, she might be going slightly insane and two, Clinton Church is actually quite the nice place to go to if you’re having a panic attack. Other than that, Matt is still himself. While that might lead to some tension between them, she’s never been happier to have a place to go to that isn’t lonely, and he cares. This friendship might just be all she needs, after all.

Warnings: this is so long, mentions of drug abuse, alcohol consumption, there’s some foreshadowing, Tony Stark is being slandered, a phone call with Peter, hallucinations, panic attack, religious imagery, confession, praying, S3 spoilers, Eliza’s ever-lasting guilt, arguing, yelling, daddy issues (not the sexy kind), crying, not feeling good enough, some bad humor & cliché age gap joke

Other characters: Natasha, Steve, Thor, Bruce, Tony, Clint, Peter Parker, Father Lantom & Sister Maggie, also some random homeless man just trying to help a girl out

Word Count: ~ 10k

A/n: I tried working out some of my own religious trauma with this one and also… well, this shit is plot-heavy so you might need a clear head to read this. If anyone asks, no I’m not okay. And no, Tony just acts like an asshole. He ISNT the villain. Still haven’t done him dirty enough, but we’ll soon be done with the slander. The next chapter will be posted tonight as well!

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18+ MINORS DNI

The first time Eliza Bennett met Tony Stark was the day Loki destroyed New York. She’d only been working for SHIELD for a short amount of time back then, trying to get accustomed to her new life, her new identity. It’s safe to say she has always been exceptionally good at it. At being an Agent, being a hero, and every other thing way beyond her maturity level. She was never taught any better. Being an Agent in the field resembled her life at Hydra almost down a tee. Except she wasn’t killing people and she had her own free will, which was nice, but also not so much. She followed orders but she had a choice to stay or to start a new somewhere, get a taste of that human lifestyle everyone kept telling her about. It was new and scary, and she hated the fact that it didn’t feel like her.

May 3rd, 2012.

She was undercover at a gala when she heard the static rushing in her earpiece. “Mission’s over,” Natasha said.

“What?” Eliza looked down at the glass of Martini in her hand, then back at the dance floor on which the Senator she was watching kept twirling his date around. “I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet,” she said. “I practiced my tango, like you told me to. It’d be a shame if I couldn’t show it off!”

The woman laughed. “I’d love to see it, but this is urgent. Pack up! We’re going back on the Helicarrier. I’ve got someone else covering our Russian spy senator and his bimbo.”

“Don’t call her a bimbo, Nat.“

“But it’s true. Admit it.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Eliza left the party, the black limousine waiting for her at the entrance. The nice valet opened her the door, but he was dangerously pale around the nose. She cocked her head. Someone had been threatening him.

Natasha sat in the dark of the backseat, holding a file. She should’ve expected the redhead to make her appearance so soon. Urgent meant nothing less than time sensitive and when it came to matters with such a label, she was always first on every scene.

“Wait, weren’t you just in some Russian guy’s lair?” she asked her.

“Yeah, Coulson bailed me out. Threatened the guy. I almost had him. Ended up kicking his ass like the little bitch he was.”

“Did you get the intel?”

“What do you take me for?”

“Of course, you did. So, what’s up? What’s up with the urgency?”

“I know you’ve never done this before,” Natasha said. She handed the file over, her hand enveloped in black leather gloves. “But the fate of the world depends on it, and we could really use your help right now.”

She opened the brown folder, the first page a picture of a glowing blue box. “The tesseract,” Eliza choked out. An object with the most magnetic pull.

Fury never once allowed her to be less than ten feet of it. She had to stay in the circle. Why, she didn’t know, but he had his reasons.

“Yes, it’s recently come into possession of a, uh… I don’t know what he is. An alien? Some guy with greasy hair and a spear. He’s not of this world, that’s for sure. He stole it from the base earlier tonight.”

“This thing has unimaginable power. How could he just steal it?”

“As I said, he’s an alien. And he’s Thor’s brother. Turn the page.” She did. The next series of pictures were screenshots from the security cameras. The man with black hair stared straight at the screen. He was attractive, sure, but the crazy in his eyes killed the mood.

“Jesus.” Eliza shook her head. Somehow the glow of his scepter felt… familiar? It was just a picture, it was probably stupid, but she felt drawn to it nonetheless. “What’s the procedure?” she questioned.

Natasha smirked. “We’re getting the band back together.”

With the band, she meant the Avengers. The Avengers Initiative failed before. Imagine her surprise when the pair set foot on the Helicarrier to find the group of unlikely allies meddled together for the first time ever. None of them looked like they belonged there.

“I could imagine better things than to be trapped on here with the Hulk,” she told Natasha. “And the guy whose brother is currently threatening to take over the world.”

“He’s still my brother!” Thor snapped from somewhere in the distance.

“He killed eighty people in two days.”

“Well, he’s adopted.”

“And I’m a former Hydra operative. What’s your point?”

“See, so even you have made mistakes, earthling.”

Eliza glared at the blond man. He was attractive. He was tall and muscular and every woman’s dream. In that moment though, all he did was infuriate her to the point, her blood boiled.

“Don’t call me earthling, you daft Asgardian Shakespeare.”

“I feel like you have been misinformed about me. I’m Thor, the God of-“

“Thunder, yeah, I know. I don’t care.” She turned to the rest of the team. “If I end up squashed,” - she pointed at Bruce - “under the edge of a Vibranium shield,” - she pointed at Captain America - “shot with an arrow through the eye,” - her eyes narrowed at Clint - “hit with a magic hammer or ATTACKED BY A FUCKING METAL SUIT, MISTER STARK!” Tony felt her finger poke deep into his chest. “I will make sure we all die up here,” she finished. “You got that?”

But Natasha taught her all about control, so she swallowed the red threatening to expose her and focused back on the task at hand.

Tony was actually the only one to eye her with curiosity instead of fear. “Do they usually start this young?” he asked.

Eliza used to be a very superstitious person. She didn’t trust anyone outside of her fellow Agents and even then she kept her distance. She was a scared girl in a big world, not knowing who she was or how she got there, with powers raging inside of her that she couldn’t quite grasp. The Avengers were a pool of strangers that she was tossed in without ever having learned how to swim.

So, naturally, when Tony made his jokes, she put her guard up. “No,” she told him, “We usually start younger.”

“So, baby spies?” He’s never been a particularly serious person.

It was twisted that this was the thing that enthralled him about her. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. Eliza was so frustrated to the point where she considered putting a bullet through his iron suit. Though when he flew that missile into space, she couldn’t help but pay her respects to his heroic antics. The careless man she’d met before somehow appeared in a different light then.

“You’re a great kid,” Tony said to her after the battle. “We should do this again sometime.”

That was four years in the past.

Eliza warmed up to Tony instantly. The respectful, caring side of him. It was the original reason why she agreed to move into Avengers Tower in the first place. She ditched SHIELD for the Avengers. He mentored her. Tony was the first person after Fury to see something in her, willing to do just about anything to bring it out in her.

Tony Stark made her feel loved for the first time in her life. Perhaps that’s why it hurt so much to see their once so-invincible bond break apart.

Eliza asked herself where exactly they went wrong. Was it something she did or something she could’ve prevented? As so often, there was nothing to explain Tony’s behavior other than the fact that he was just Tony.

Tony wasn’t the man he used to be, and he certainly didn’t portray as the kind of person he wanted to be. He turned from an idol into an antagonist – Eliza wished it would’ve been a sudden change, but reflecting on the past two years she realized it was meant to happen.

Eliza knew better than to try and make him see. He had to fall head-first into the abyss to realize his mistakes. He needed a swift kick in the ass and an excellent punch to the face. She couldn’t do that. Life had to do it to him.

Like Steve once said to her, “If holding onto something hurts you more than letting go, you need to let it go. If it’s meant to be, it’ll come back to you. If it’s not, at least you got rid of the pain.”

By the time Happy pulled up to the compound, Eliza accepted the fact that it would never be the same again. She had to let go eventually. She would give him one last chance, she decided, and if he decided to turn around and shit on it, she would take Steve’s advice and save herself. For once in her life, she had to listen. Holding onto the wrong people was her best talent, but sometimes even talent has to be laid off to protect your fragile little heart.

“We’re here,” Happy snapped her out of her thoughts.

She dreaded every step into the compound. Her heart beat up to her throat. The oxygen supply sank with every passing second.

Eliza took the familiar road to Tony’s office. He was waiting for her behind the door. She hesitated, hand on the handle. She hated confrontation. She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t her turn to apologize, but somehow she felt like she had to. Sad, wasn’t it? He had her judging guilty without even trying, even when she didn’t need to. She was just that dependent on his approval.

She pushed the thoughts away. She wasn’t a child anymore, she was an adult. Adults don’t make their lives dependent on one person, no matter how much they mean to them. Adults are supposed to stand their ground. She had to learn how to do that. She did it the previous night, she could do it again. Tony didn’t own her.

“You came,” Tony’s voice sounded breathy, hungover, from the corner of the room.

Eliza exhaled, a mix between a sigh and a scoff. “You left me no choice,” she said. “Sending Happy to my place was a desperate move.”

“I couldn’t reach you. At first, I thought maybe you lost your phone, but then I realized you blocked my number. If anything, you left me no choice. I wanted to talk to you without dozens of people around to ask stupid questions.”

“Why?”

“You left before I could talk to you last night.”

“Seriously? You’re just gonna act like this is all it is? Miscommunication?”

Tony scoffed. She saw the bottle of Scotch on his table, the half-filled glass. It was ten in the morning.

“Are you drunk again?” she asked.

“You don’t get to do that.”

“I don’t mind day drinking, I only mind hypocrisy.”

“I asked you here to apologize for what I said.” He took a sip.

“You were drunk, Tony.”

“And I’m sorry for that. I had one too many drinks because I didn’t want to face Secretary Ross sober. Every time I see him, I’m reminded of Rogers and what he did.”

“What Steve did?” Eliza glared. “You both screwed up! It wasn’t just him.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

“It kind of seems like you don’t.”

“Give me a break!”

She flinched away. Her eyes fluttered close, her feet carried her a step back, and her arms instantly lifted themselves in front of her chest as if physically defending herself was going to block the words from entering her ears. It didn’t.

Tony’s frown crumbled. He didn’t have the power of empathy on his side, but he saw the fear displayed in her eyes and he felt a sudden ping of regret. “I’m sorry,” he said, quieter this time. He opened his arms - a peace offering. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“You’re drunk,” she whispered. The tears stung behind her still-closed lids. “You’re drunk,” she said once again. She opened her eyes again. “I know what chronically drunk people are like, so I know that anything you say could either be complete bullshit or the honest-to-God truth. Tell me, why should I believe anything you say right now?”

He watched the tears slide almost elegantly from the corner of her left eye, down her cheek, and her neck. He waved his hands a little. “I’m not drunk. I’ve had two glasses of Scotch to fight off the hangover.”

“There’s still alcohol in your system. Too much to consider it sober.”

“You’re right, I’m not sober.”

“I know. What I don’t know is what you want from me. My pity?”

“No!” Tony scoffed. “It’s just been hard for me,” he began to explain himself. “Ever since Rogers - Steve - left, I’ve been feeling like I failed. Do you know what that’s like? I’m the man who killed the Avengers. I saw it. I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Oh, come on!”

“No, hear me out. When that little witch Wanda played with my head, I saw it. I saw all of you, dead. It was my fault. I’m comparing these two right now and I don’t see much of a difference. Look, I’m on my last straw right now.”

Eliza shook her head. “You could’ve told me,” she said.

“I tried! I tried to tell you that this is my worst nightmare come true. So many times.”

“How, by calling me a lost orphan in front of the most powerful people in New York City?”

“You don’t understand,” he said. “I was drunk and angry and I didn’t mean it.”

“You’re right, I don’t understand because you’re not making any sense.”

“I made our friends enemies of the State. I did. Rogers, Romanoff, Wanda, all of them! I killed the Avengers.”

“And you know, Sam, Scott, even Vision, just because he’s in love with a fugitive. Can’t even say their names, can you?”

“Jesus!” He scoffed. “You’re turning my words against me.”

“Can you blame me?” Eliza asked, challenging him.

“This isn’t about blame.”

“What, you want me to feel bad for you?” She cocked her head. “This is on you, not me. If you’re waiting for the pity party, you’re not getting any.”

“Listen, kid. I know you’re struggling and I’m sorry I’m not there for you like I used to be, but this is hard on all of us. Especially on me. This shit show is getting on my last nerve. The press, Ross, fucking Rhodey and Happy- you know, it’s not easy when the world is resting on your shoulders,” he said.

The exasperated laugh was an answer of heavy proportions. “Boohoo, cry me a river, Tony! Honestly, you either complain or apologize, you can’t do both and expect me to roll with it.” She wished she had the same glass of Scotch he was carrying only so she could swallow the horrendously bitter taste on her tongue, but she didn’t. She was glad she didn’t. She wanted to be better than him. She wanted her words to be sober. She wanted him to understand, for whatever the desperate attempts were worth.

Tony shrugged. “It’s true. There’s a lot more I’m carrying that you don’t know about,” he said, “and I’m glad you don’t.”

“And you don’t know about the shit I have to carry,” she replied. Her lip twitched into a sour smile. “But I’m glad you don’t.”

He smirked, but it was fake. The way she spoke left no space for interpretation of just how sour she was. She was mad, offended, disappointed, all of those things and yet, she came. She always did.

“All I need is some time to clear my head, and Scotch. Lots of Scotch.” He poured himself another glass from the small bar in the corner of his office, a small mahagoni table overlooking the New York skyline behind the compound. The perfectly trimmed grass and bushes in the front yard lead to the small forest separating the Avengers from downtown. It was beautiful.

“You need time,” she repeated his words. “It’s funny because when you say it’s hard on all of us, I feel like it only entails you. I had to clean up your mess, again,” she said. “I shouldn’t have to. I struggle too, you know. I’m not saying you aren’t, but maybe you should take your own words into account and think about the people around you. You aren’t the only one who lost, we all did.”

His shoulders tensed. Something changed. Was that regret she saw in the colors around his soul? She could’ve sworn she saw black somewhere, but it was hard to tell with the mess he was and the alcohol that seemed to turn the shade of anger darker, and the pride threatened to consume him.

“I always have to take care of everything. I trained you, Eliza. I made us a team. I got you all a job you could count on. You had all the benefits in the world. Healthcare, stability, housing… you had all of that. It was safe. You guys were safe. And yet - and fucking yet - we managed to blow up. We always do. Everything always blows up, no matter what I do, and I’m tired of watching it happen without having an ounce of control in it. I think it’s time I finally focus on myself.”

“How can you say that after everything that happened? I can’t take this anymore,” she said, and she meant it. “I have to soften all the blows. It’s not even my job!”

“You need to learn how to take responsibility,” he argued.

“Responsibility?” That was the last straw. “I’ve been taking responsibility since the day I got here! I’ve been cleaning up the messes you’ve made again and again. Now, I didn’t mind. We were a family, but lately, it feels like I’m just doing it because I’m supposed to. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I shouldn’t have accepted being used like that.”

“Being used?” Tony asked, voice dangerous as he rose from his chair. “I did everything for you. You got a home, money, and a job. You met people others can only dream about. What else do you want?”

“Maybe some appreciation, for a change. I mean, are you treating Peter the same way?”

“Peter- is this what this is about? Are you jealous of that kid?”

“No!” maybe a little. “My point is that I was around Peter’s age when we first met. After everything you learned over the years and what I’ve been through, don’t you think it’s my right to tell you your place?“

“Pepper took you under her wing, Happy worries about you all the time, I mentored you. I got you back on your feet. I made sure you didn’t go to jail. Hell, I even funded your drug addiction when I didn’t even know you were taking those stupid pills, and yet, I’ve never asked you to pay me back!”

“Oh, please,” Eliza spat back. “What would you ever do without having my mental illness as a justification for your actions? Honestly, you’re acting like that’s all I am. Fuck you, Tony! I thought you cared about me.”

“I do!” he said. “All I ever did was because I care about you. I saw your talent when no one else did. Not even Fury shaped you the way I did. So don’t tell me you’re not being appreciated! I care more than anyone else on this planet. I saved your life, goddamnit!”

“Jesus Christ, Tony, why can’t you just listen?” Fresh tears pooled in her eyes. The water crept dangerously close to the brim, threatening to bubble over. Eliza wasn’t even surprised.

She’d cried more in the past couple of days than ever before. She was a wreck. Time had done its damage. Life had taken its toll. She was bound to break eventually, she just never thought it would happen like this. She never thought it would come to this. The world stopped spinning the day the Avengers left her behind.

“I’m so sick and tired of fixing everything,” she said. “I’m not your therapist. Hell, I’m the one who needs one. I’m not just some messed up orphan that’s become your burden. You were everything to me…” The ocean was too wide and she never learned how to swim. “I looked up to you. I idolized you and wanted to be like you. You taught me so much and yet nothing prepared me for the person you’d be.”

Eliza wiped her cheeks furiously with the back of her hand. “This isn’t you! Ever since you and Steve fell out and the Avengers broke up, you’ve been spiraling out of control. You changed! You turned into this wreckage of a man, a shell of who you used to be, and that shell is filled with so much sour hostility. The Tony Stark I know wouldn’t risk everything by putting down the guests at his party. He wouldn’t hurt his friends and family in front of everyone. The Tony I know would listen to what I have to say. He’d take my worries into account. The Tony I know would do anything to protect me, but you’re not there. You haven’t been there in a very long time, but I lived with it because I still had hope. I had faith in you, Tony.”

He aggressively downed another glass of Scotch, knuckles turned white from the hold he had on it.

“You taught me to always believe in the good in people, and help when someone needs it. I made it my personality trait. What happened, Tony? What happened to make you this way?”

“You don’t get to do that,” he said. “You don’t get to ask me what happened when you were the one who completely lost herself all those years ago!”

“I picked myself up again! I admit that I’m broken, but that doesn’t give me the right to take it out on people. That’s what you do. You blame everyone but yourself for everything that’s wrong with you-“

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. You won’t listen!”

“Oh, I am listening. I am listening very well. Let’s talk about what I’m listening to, yeah? Except for the fact that you’re trying to make me feel bad for one stupid slip-up-“

Eliza interrupted him with a frustrated groan, “It wasn’t just one stupid slip-up, Tony. It’s a fucking series and I’m done watching!”

“Don’t interrupt me,” he said. “You call me a hypocrite, but while you accuse me of neglecting you, it’s you who won’t listen. You think you’re so smart, prancing around at night, behind my back, with a criminal? And then you have the nerve to pretend like you’re a good girl and lie to my face! That’s what hypocrisy is, Eliza! You’re a hypocrite!”

The words tasted like poison on her tongue.

Tony was nowhere near done. The fire just kept on burning. “You’re jealous of Peter? Well, he learned his lesson after I called him out. You didn’t. You did the exact opposite of what I told you. Fucking hell!”

“What are you even talking about?” she asked.

“Daredevil.”

“What?” The name rang in her ears. Her mind instantly went to Matt. It made her wonder just how much he knew.

“Don’t play dumb now,” he bellowed. “I know you’re working with him. You’re following down circumstantial leads that almost got you killed.”

“How would you even know?”

“I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, remember?”

“It’s not what it looks like,” she tried to justify herself, but it was essentially all useless. Her secret was out. What terrified her most was the fact that she didn’t care.

“It’s not? Who do you think is keeping the press off your ass right now? It’s only a matter of time before your little secret comes out and then it’s Ross knocking on my door all over again.”

“You didn’t listen to me.” She remained dangerously calm. “So I took matters into my own hands.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He threw his hands up. “You’re not a vigilante! You were with Pfeiffer when he got shot. What did he tell you? Did he play into your suspicions?”

Eliza cocked an eyebrow. “How do you know I was there?” she asked. The truth itched the back of her brain.

Tony sighed, nostrils flared. “I put a tracker into your SIM card when I got it for you.”

“You did what?”

“In my defense, you tend to get into trouble quite a lot.”

It wasn’t that easily justified. He was monitoring her like a criminal because he didn’t trust her. If her heart hadn’t been broken already, it surely would’ve broken right then and there.

“This only proves my point,” he said. “You could’ve gotten shot over a suspicion! And now Pfeiffer is dead and his blood is on your hands.”

“Don’t you dare,” she ground her teeth. “It was Hydra, you and I both know that. You just don’t want to acknowledge the fact that we failed.”

“You’re paranoid, Eliza. I stand by that. People died because of your inability to stay out of shit that doesn’t concern you-“

“It doesn’t concern me? Tony, they stole my childhood, they experimented on me and tortured me! There’s nothing more of my concern than that stupid organization! This is so much bigger than we thought. You’d know that if you’d just listened.”

“I listened, I didn’t like what I heard so I’m cutting you off,” the statement was final, she saw it in his eyes. But Eliza was done for good. He could do whatever he wanted. She was done.

“You know,” she said, “We used to be such a good team. We swore to eliminate threats. What happened to that?”

“Agendas change,” he stated.

“No, not this time. You just want to control me. I don’t know why, maybe you’re scared or maybe you just don’t have any faith in me. Either way, I’m not gonna stop. We both know that.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Am I? Or am I just not following your orders?”

“Not following my orders is a mistake. Trust me. You’re doing the wrong thing, Eliza. You’re chasing the wrong ghosts. If you do this, I can no longer protect you.”

She shrugged. “I’ll take that chance.”

“You don’t understand. If you do this, I’m gonna stop. If you do this, you’re no longer an Avenger.”

“I haven’t been an Avenger since Berlin.”

The emptiness in Eliza’s eyes put a distance of miles between them. Tony was waiting for her to pull back from the edge of the cliff, to run back into his arms. He was waiting for her to make a different decision, one that didn’t entail losing her, but one look into her eyes told him that he was no longer welcome. He wasn’t just losing her, he already had.

“I didn’t ask you to keep the press off my ass,” she said to him. “If Ross wants to arrest me, let him. I’d rather go to jail than sit back and do nothing to save this city. If you decide to do the latter, that’s your choice. It’s not mine. I want to see them burn the way they burned me. If you try and stand in my way, I might just burn you too.”

“Are you threatening me?” Tony asked.

“No,” she smiled, “it’s a promise.” The door handle felt hot instead of cold under her hands this time.

She looked down. The veins underneath her skin were glowing bright red instead of faint blue. In the reflection of the window, she caught a glimpse of her eyes. She was standing knee-deep in her misery and the pain did little to help her stay in control.

He’s lying to you. She tilted her head. Her reflection moved towards her. The window turned into a one-way mirror. Smoke started to pool at her feet. The stranger was trapped behind the glass. She pressed her hand against it, eyes switching between Tony at his desk and Eliza, clawing at the door handle. A strange magnetism kept her tied to the metal.

She tipped her chin. Leave. Her mouth wasn’t moving, so how could she possibly hear her voice, so close yet so far away?

Don’t look back.

“If you walk out that door,” Tony said, one last attempt to close the distance between them, “We’re done.”

Eliza pulled. “That’s fine by me.”

“Maybe you should just think this through-“

“I did. I made this decision on my own. Nothing you say or do can change that. I may not be an Avenger anymore, but at least I’m not the one that killed them. You killed the Avengers, Tony. You ruined us. Do with that as you will, but if I were you, I’d rethink the decisions I made.”

She wasn’t sure what came over her.

“Eliza-“

“No, I’m done. Paint me the villain, I don’t care. At least then I know I’ve done it right. Here,” Eliza reached into the pocket of her jeans. The film of pictures weighed heavy in her hands. She hesitated, though the decision was a conscious one. “Good luck cleaning up the mess you made.” She let the snippets fall to the floor. Her face was broken in half, eyes scattered around, all familiar faces that once had been there but were long gone. “I’m not gonna do it for you,” she said. “You can lie in this yourself.”

All the strength Eliza displayed at the compound magically evaporated the second she set foot outside. She didn’t even tell Happy why she was running or where, for that matter. She wasn’t even sure where she was going. All she knew was that she needed to get out; she needed to put not only emotional but also a physical distance between her and Tony and everything else that reminded her of the life before, and just get out of the life she once lived for good. It was over anyway.

Happy gave her space, he always did. He thought it was because of what Tony said, but the truth was much worse than that. She couldn’t stand being around him. He would do anything for her and that thought was so suffocating, especially after the conversation, that all she wanted was to abandon him completely. It wasn’t for her good, it was for his. She would always push him away, she would always hurt him in some way, and he would always come back, no matter how hard she kicked him.

Eliza only realized she was running when she came to a halt in front of the memorial established downtown. Their names were engraved golden on the metal plate. The Battle of New York. A silent reminder of the day the sky opened up and aliens invaded the planet. Proof that humans weren’t alone in the universe, after all.

She’d torn apart the last piece of them she had left to prove a point. It was pathetic. Those were just names on a plate, meaning the world to people. The faces lay scattered on Tony’s office floor. People read the sign and remembered the destruction. No one cared about the faces behind the names, unlike they used to.

They used to be a family. The names on the sign slowly grew into strangers. Eliza felt like everyone else, bystanders watching from the outside. Just names, no faces. Those heroes saved the world once, but that was all they were. The memories of happier times slipped further away. It seemed like she’d watched the time fly by from her little bubble like she hadn’t been part of life back then, only a watcher amid the public eye.

She’d told Natasha once, “I’m afraid that if I accept this to be true, if I accept this one good thing for myself, that I’m gonna lose it eventually. Because there has never been anything good in my life before and I’m scared. Good things don’t come to people like me, not without a price.“

How right she’d been. Yet she was foolish enough to accept Natasha’s reassurance. “Stark may not be the most promising person, but I think he’s onto something with this group,” she’d said. “You deserve this more than anyone. You deserve to be part of a family. No one’s gonna take that away from you. I can’t speak for the rest, but I, for one, will always be there for you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

I guess always was a lie, too.

Eliza wiped her nose. “No,” she whined. “Get out of my head!”

The sight must have looked insane. Anyone walking by could have easily mistaken her for a psychotic.

Why? It’s not like I’m doing anything.

“Then why the fuck are you talking to me?”

I’m… not?

“Liar.”

Well, to be fair, you kind of brought this upon yourself. The young woman looked like her. Same hair, same body type, same eyes, but there was something eerily different about her too. In every nightmare she had, the demons didn’t have a face. She was tormented by memories and self-deprecating thoughts.

If hell was real, she assumed this was how Satan and all her demons spoke because she hated it and it made her want to die.

Did you really think you could continue lying to yourself?

“Peter, hey,” she spoke as soon as the line of her phone clicked. “How are you?”

“Liz?” the boy’s confused voice sounded from the other end.

“Hi!”

“Is everything okay?”

She silently wiped the snot from her nose. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” she said, and then she laughed. She laughed as if what she’d said was the truth.

“Oh, you just usually don’t call me unless it’s urgent,” he said. “So I thought something happened. Is it the Avengers? Do we have a mission?”

“Yeah, about that…”

He’s not gonna understand.

“What?” The school bell rang distinctively in the background. “I actually have class right now, so if it’s not that important and you don’t mind, maybe you could make it quick? Or perhaps call back another time? Not- not that I think what you have to say isn’t important. It always is! It’s just- I’m kind of behind with my grades and stuff and I really want to get into MIT. Spider-Man has really been kicking my ass lately.” He chuckled.

You’re gonna hurt him.

Eliza copied him. “It’s fine. I just- I have something to tell you and all I ask of you is to just listen. Can you do that?” she asked.

There was a pause. “Okay,” Peter agreed. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m officially done with the Avengers. That’s the truth.”

And you can’t change who you truly are.

“What-”

“Hear me out. Don’t say anything. Please.”

Don’t fool yourself again.

“O-okay.”

“Truth is, I’m done, Peter. I’m no longer an Avenger and I no longer want to be. Tony said some things… he said and did some things and I just- I quit. I know you look up to him, it’s your thing. You see him as a mentor and I want you to continue doing that, but my time here is over. It was the second Steve got onto that ship, I just didn’t want to acknowledge it. I tried to stay strong, and I tried to keep my faith, but I can’t. You’re too young, you haven’t known them as long as I have – hell, you didn’t know them at all. It’s a good thing, Peter, because that means you’re still innocent. There’s still hope,” she said.

The tears clogged up her throat and it was getting significantly harder to breathe. “I know you wanted us to be friends and I’ll continue being there for you, but it’s time I face the facts. The Avengers are done, at least the way I know them. I should’ve left earlier. It was only a matter of time before this would all escalate. There are some things you can’t be involved with, like the things I’m about to do, the things you’re gonna hear about me… The less you know the better.”

The cabby stopped where she told him to, his head turned patiently, waiting for her payment. She exhaled into the phone.

“Eliza, you’re scaring me,” Peter’s voice was small.

“Don’t be,” she told him. “There’s nothing to be scared of. I’m just trying to make amends before it’s too late, that’s all.”

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but it sounds like you need me right now. Maybe I should-”

“Drop my number, Peter. It’s for the best.”

“What, no!”

“I’m sorry.”

The phone cracked between her fingers. Glass scratched the inside of her palm. She watched as the broken device fell to the ground. She stepped on it, once, twice, until it was nothing but flat garbage. The SIM card was broken entirely, and the tracker was disabled and gone for good. Tony didn’t have anything on her anymore. She could go wherever she wanted, do what she wanted and say what she wanted. She didn’t need him and he didn’t need her. It was over. She was free. Though if that had been the truth, she should’ve felt that way, too. She didn’t. Instead, she felt fucking trapped. She felt chained. War was only just beginning.

Eliza stood alone in the middle of downtown New York. There were no walls around her, not a shield to protect her. People bumped into her on their way down the street. The briefcases of businessmen dressed in black suits hit the back of her knee, making her stumble left to right. They were all so focused on themselves, she was nothing but a mere rock in the way that could be pushed aside. In our most natural habitat, we’re all selfish assholes focused solely on whatever target we’ve set our minds to.

The voices were so loud, she could hear the conversations overlapping. Her ears were ringing. Emotions swarmed the air like an army of mosquitos. The tornado was heading straight for the village, strong enough to destroy everything in its path.

Congratulations, Eliza. You just fucked up everything good in your life.

“We’re a team,” she remembered Steve saying. “Ain’t getting one without the other.”

“I think Steve might be onto something,” Wanda came up to her one night. “I don’t know a lot about working as a team, but you guys make it seem easy. Makes me want to try and be better, you know.”

“You might just be the last straw holding this team together,” Natasha said shortly before they arrived at the UN, a dreaded talk on the plane after the events in Lagos.

“We knew this would happen eventually.” The worst part wasn’t the words coming out of Steve’s mouth, it was the way he said them. He sat in the dark, glass of Scotch in hand, blue eyes endless like the dead sea. “In the end, I don’t think we were meant to be,” he said. “Every great hero falls eventually. I think this is it. This is our fall.”

She begged him to stop, begged him to find another way, but to no avail. You can fill in the blanks on this one.

At the airport in Berlin, she looked at her friends for the last time. She had the choice between helping Steve or staying on Tony’s good side. Back then, she truly believed in him. She promised her loyalty. As she watched her friends get carried away though, her heart screamed, “You made the wrong choice!”

Eliza crossed the corner into an alley just in time. She pressed against the brick wall, the darkness shielding her from the tourists and native New Yorkers crowding the streets. So many people, and so little space. The walls caved in on her. There was so much oxygen in the air and yet not enough to make its way into her lungs the way it was supposed to.

She tore the hoodie over her head. Sweat ran down her spine. Her chest ached and the burning was only getting worse. She tried to breathe - she tried to exhale, inhale, then exhaled again. She tried everything she could think up in her fogged-up brain, but the air tore through her lungs like a flaming fire.

She threw her head back. The stone dug into her skull. Her fingers tingled. Thousand little ants covered her skin. She scratched, she gasped, but the animals fed at her like a cannibal’s teeth. The sea brought its waves higher, water filling her chest, choking on salt. She was trying to stay afloat, but it was getting harder and harder to breathe and the current grew strong enough to pull her down.

Tony was going to let the press eat her alive, and in tow with the press came Secretary Ross. She only read the first couple of pages of the Accords, but it clearly stated that any kind of mission had to be approved by the government first. Even just the suspicion of risk had to be shared before hunting down leads. No playing the hero without the official ‘go’. Those were the rules. She broke them, clean through. She was playing the vigilante, jumping into the line of fire, using the dark web for answers. She believed Hydra was still out there and she had proof, too. She was obligated to tell Secretary Ross since Tony refused to listen - technically. Technically, she was supposed to be the good girl and wait. Sit down, look pretty. Technically.

Eliza was never one to accept technicalities. She rather fought for what she believed in instead of following the rules. It was foolish, she knew that. It was stupid, reckless, and lacking common sense. She was aware of all of that and yet when it came to her gut, she knew she could count on it.

Secretary Ross would arrest her the second he found out. He’d incarcerate her. She didn’t even want to imagine what they’d do to her in prison. Being an Avenger she might as well just walk naked into a lion’s den.

Hydra was out there. They were more than willing to kill her. While she was hiding in an alley, tucked away from the world, there were people out there getting kidnapped for human experiments. The only thing standing between Hydra and success was Eliza and maybe Daredevil, but she was the bigger threat.

Eliza loathed herself. She hated her body, hated the mind she was in. None of what she had on her felt like it belonged there. She didn’t deserve the powers, she didn’t deserve the love and care she received. Her existence was trouble, it brought danger to everyone close to her. She was cursed. She knew she was cursed, she had to be.

You care too much about people - you might just be digging your own grave.

“Hey, lady, you alright?” the homeless man next to the trash container leaned over. She hadn’t realized he was there.

Eliza blinked through the smoke standing up to her ears. “What?” she wasn’t even sure the words came out.

“You look a bit pale. Want some beer?”

She shook her head. “I- I need to get out of here.” Her fight or flight response was damaged, she knew that better than anyone. She needed to get out, she needed to go somewhere safe. Somewhere no one could find her. Somewhere she wouldn’t be recognized.

Sure you do. Run. It’s all you know how to do. Run from the truth, run from who you are.

She bumped into someone. “Sorry,” she apologized.

People turned to the disturbed woman running through the masses. She paved the way by elbowing her assailants in the ribs. She ran without destination. She knew New York like the back of her hand, but the many sounds and the people made it hard to focus on the map she had painted up in her head.

Can’t you see everyone is lying to you? Open your eyes. This is all a lie.

“Stop it! Get out of my head!”

Not gonna happen. Sorry, sweetie. We’re stuck together now.

“Who are you?” Something high and sharp pierced her eardrum.

I’m you. The real you.

She couldn’t see five things, only the sun blinding her into oblivion. The white stairs set in stone seemed like enough of a haven. She jumped the steps and through the gigantic doors, not knowing exactly where she was until she smelled the distant scent of candles, rosemary, and roses. Three things she could smell. That was a good start. She closed her eyes and felt the cold of the steel doors, the cool air on her heated skin, and the marble under her boots. The world finally seemed to slow down. The walls put space between them. She breathed. It wasn’t good, but it was better than nothing.

“Can I help you?” the voice startled her. She reached into the back of her jeans only to realize she wasn’t carrying any weapons.

Wide eyes looked around. It was no wonder the voice echoed off the walls. She stood in one of the largest rooms she’d ever seen. The windows were painted with colorful pictures - pictures that told stories almost every child knew. Wooden benches paved the hallway. Marble walls stood high and mighty above them, almost threatening.

The balding man lifted his arms with a smile. “I come in peace,” he said.

Eliza took another look around. “I-“ she exhaled. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Please, this door is open to anyone. Would you like to sit down for a moment, catch your breath?”

She hugged her arms around her torso. Her legs did feel kind of wobbly. “Yeah,” she said, “sitting sounds good.”

She followed him to the closest bench. He took place next to her, but he didn’t speak until she found her sound again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never been to church before. This is all very new to me.”

“You seem like you’ve been looking for a safe space,” the man said. “There’s no place safer than church.”

“What do I call you? Sir? Or is it Father?”

He chuckled softly. “I’m Father Paul Lantom, but you may address me however you like. You want to tell me your name?”

“Eliza,” she told him.

“Well, Eliza, what are you running from?”

“I don’t know, life. I gave up everything I once knew, abandoned the people I loved - it was all I had left and I threw it all away. I thought I did the right thing. But now… I think I just made a huge mistake. Oh, God,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said that. Fuck!”

“Do you want to talk about it? I promise I won’t tell. I’m a priest, I’m under the oath of confession, no matter what you tell me.”

She wiped her cheeks. “So you’re like a therapist in a cloak?”

Father Lantom laughed. “If that’s what you want to call it, sure,” he said. “I can tell you don’t have the best relationship with church. Would you still like to talk?”

“I don’t know. Faith and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms,” she said.

“Religious trauma, I take it?”

“How’d you know?”

“Well, religion is supposed to be comforting. You don’t appear comfortable.”

“I’m not.”

“You don’t have to see this as confession. When you say you struggle with faith, that’s your thing. I won’t talk you into something you don’t want to. God wouldn’t want that. You can just sit here and compose yourself in silence if that’s what you’d like. I’m just going to lend you some company and an open ear, if the need arises, to make sure you’re alright.”

Eliza frowned. “What does God want, exactly?” she asked. “Why does he let bad things happen to people?”

“God isn’t a person,” the father explained. “He’s a spirit, a deity. He’s a name, not a face. He’s whatever you believe, whatever you want him to be. Some people might see God in their pets, while others simply see him as a voice of guidance. Others don’t acknowledge his presence at all and still believe faith will show them their way. It’s not about God, it’s about what’s in your heart. Despite what a lot of people think, he’s not in control of the world. Things happen, some bad, some good, and some might be even considered a miracle. But he’s not a hero. He’s our hope, our faith, and with these two things you can turn bad things into good ones. For yourself, for others. That’s the thing about religion, about God, about faith – you don’t have to believe in him for him to have your back. Just because you’re an atheist doesn’t mean you’re going to hell. God doesn’t differentiate. We’re all the same in his eyes. Metaphorical eyes, of course.”

She clung to his every word. What once used to be forced on her seemed like a whole different thing now. The faith she used to have was twisted. It wasn’t God she prayed to, it was the face of evil. Hearing father Lantom’s words changed something inside of her; it opened the doors to her heart. She pulled her knee up to her chest. The candles on the altar in the front flickered with the comfortably cold chill.

“I abandoned my old life to do something I believe in,” she decided to tell him. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“You say you believe in it?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it your purpose?”

“I don’t know, I’m still trying to figure that out.”

“Look inside yourself,” Father Lantom said. “Do you have to do it? Could you do something else and still get the same results? Do you live for it, or do you think about it at night because you can’t get it out of your head? Does it feel right, when you think about it?”

She answered instantly, “Yes, to all of it.”

“Then it’s your purpose. You made that decision for a reason. You wouldn’t have abandoned your old life to pursue something you only believe half of. Also, if it was so easy to abandon it all, maybe it wasn’t meant to stay that way in the first place. There’s always something waiting for you out there, sometimes it just takes some time for you to find it. It may come in the shape of a task, a purpose, or maybe even a person. And sometimes it’s all of that combined into one.“

“What if I’m not sure yet? What if I still question if I did the right thing?”

“You’re going to find the answer,” he stated. “Sometimes it just takes a while. That is something God can’t do for you. He can only guide you in the right direction.“

“Yeah, but how do I know that?”

“Let me tell you this: when the time comes, you‘ll know. There’s no guide to faith. When you’re on the right path, you’ll know because you’ll feel it deep in your heart.”

Eliza lowered her head. “I never saw it like that,” she admitted.

“Hardly anyone does.” He smiled. “Faith isn’t a task to be accomplished. You have to open your heart to it and when you do, you also have to enjoy it. It has to make you comfortable. If it doesn’t, it may not be the right time for you.”

She thought about it. No pressure, that’s what he was saying. She always thought religion, and going to church, always came with the pressure to dedicate yourself to the cause. She’d always imagined it had to be the way Matt saw God – having blind faith, always. Once in, you can’t pull back out. Just like that.

This time, Eliza felt comforted.

“So does God ever send you, I don’t know, signs?” she asked him then.

“The way you’re asking I assume you’ve been asking yourself this for a while now,” Lantom replied.

“Yeah, you could say that. A couple of days now, actually.”

“You met someone?”

“Yeah, how did you-“

“I’ve got a lot of people asking me this particular question lately. It’s like a global epidemic has broken out.” Eliza chuckled. He smiled at that. “Everyone’s seeing signs of God everywhere. It sounds crazy, and it probably is too, but I think it’s nice to hear some positive things for a chance. God knows I haven’t been getting much peace.”

“So it is possible?”

“Everything can be a sign, Eliza.”

“It’s like God sent me an Angel,” she blurted out. At this point, the confessions came straight out of the bottle. It wouldn’t stop. “When I first met him, I didn’t think much about it, but the things he makes me feel… no one has ever taken care of me the way he does. He understands me. He came when I needed him most – no, I needed someone and then he was just there and everything made sense. Or well, the things that need to make sense make sense, the rest is just… blegh.”

“You want to have my advice?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Seems like this is something you should pursue before it slips through your fingers.”

“He’s just so good.”

“Who’s to say you don’t deserve it? Nothing good is ever truly good and nothing bad is ever truly bad. You can’t sabotage yourself just because you think the good things aren’t meant for you.”

“They usually don’t come to me,” she argued. “Or when they do, they break.”

“That’s fear talking. You can’t let that take over.”

“But-“

“Stop making excuses. Someone you speak so highly of seems like someone you should keep around. Maybe he is a sign of God, maybe not. Does it really matter?”

Eliza pursed her lips. “This all just seems so surreal.”

“I know it does.” Father Lantom slowly rose from the bench. She looked up at him. “Think about it,” he said. “And when you need any more guidance, you know where to find me.”

“Father,” she pulled at his robe, “Thank you,” she said.

He smiled, patting her hand. “Anytime, Eliza.”

“Would you, uh, mind if I went to the altar and tried to pray?”

“This is a church. Why would I mind?”

His playfulness awoke a feeling of warmth within her. She nodded with a smile, excusing herself and making the long road toward the front. The cross hung high as Jesus lay nailed to it. She knelt, the steps turning colder beneath her knees.

“You know, when all else fails,” he turned back to her on his way to his chambers, “Talking to God almost always leads to revelations. He listens, even when you think he doesn’t.”

Eliza crossed her chest. She’d seen it in movies, but there was usually a lot more holy water involved. Father Lantom made her believe that there was no wrong way to speak to God. There was no right way to believe. She stared at the altar. How easy it must come to Matt, the times he went to church, the times he went to confession. It was almost like second nature to him. He carried his faith close to his heart, always.

“I don’t know how to pray,” she admitted into the high walls of the church. “But I’ll try because I need something to believe in. I tried to hold on to hope like I was taught. I thought I could do this on my own. God, I was so wrong. I have neither hope nor do I have my life under control,” she said.

Eliza stared up at the angels set into the ceiling. They soared across the sky, watching over her. God isn’t a face. Though as she looked up, she could’ve sworn she saw a silhouette in the clouds. Hidden between the angels and the endless blue, she liked to believe she wasn’t talking to a ghost.

“I’m kneeling here right now with nothing left to lose,” she said. Her knees ached, but she suffered through it. She suffered in the hope that if she surrendered completely, the sky would provide her with answers. “I have these powers raging through me, powers I don’t even know the full extent of. They’re- they’re changing the way I’m changing, and they’re growing, they’re getting stronger, and I’m so scared of what’s gonna happen next. I’m scared of what’s about to happen to me. It’s different when almost no one believes you. It’s just that everything and everyone’s slipping away from me. I’m scared I might even lose the last good thing in my life before this is all over.”

She sounded so desperate, so broken. Her cheeks were wet from the tears, lips salty with the taste. She was on her knees, begging, crying out; she felt like a little girl all over again. Submissive, at the edge of the cliff.

“I’ve been surviving for so long, I forgot what living feels like. No one’s taught me how to. And I can’t live, not like this, not when the fate of the world is on my shoulders. I just need a sign, anything, to know I can win this. That all the pain was worth it. It’s tearing me apart. I don’t know how to hope anymore. I regained some faith in this, in you, and for the first time, I feel like I have a hold on religion. But these people I’m hunting, they’re set out to destroy everything in their path. I can’t keep faith knowing I might just lose everything.”

Her lip quivered, “I can’t lose him, God, I can’t,” she said. “I like to think he came around for a reason, perhaps even a sign from you. He’s led by his faith and his grief, and all he cares about is doing the right thing. He thinks you gave him a purpose. Maybe this is mine. Maybe this is what I was made for, though I haven’t quite figured out what this is. I just know he’s with me and I’d be damned to lose him.

“I promise to worship at your feet every day from now on if it means we make it out of this alive, that these men get what’s coming for them. I’d do anything for that sliver of happiness. I need to finish this chapter once and for all. If I have to die to ensure everyone’s safety, I will. I’d do just about anything, I swear. Just make sure the people I care about don’t suffer for my mistakes. This is my battle. My sacrifice. No one else deserves to die.”

“You have so much love left to give,” Natasha’s voice sounded in the back of her head. “Don’t throw that away. Fight for what you want. No matter the cost.”

“I’m willing to pay every price,” Eliza spoke, God as her witness. “I’m done being in pain. I want to believe in you the way Matt does. I do. I need to win. I need this. I’ve sacrificed too much. God,” she cried. “Just this once I am begging for you to listen to me. I know I’ve committed many sins, and I know I’m probably going to hell, but if there’s at least some salvation left for you to give me, I promise I’ll be forever grateful. I’m going straight now. No one deserves to suffer the consequences of my actions but myself.“

You need to learn to take responsibility.

“I’m your disciple,” she swore.

I’ve been struggling with questions of identity as of late.

“Just don’t let me down, please. God, I’m begging you!”

Who am I?

“I need answers. I don’t know if I’ll be able to find them, but I have to try. What I’m about to do, I’m gonna do for a reason. Please, forgive me.”

He listens, even when you think he doesn’t.

She crossed her chest. “Amen.”

In the corner, where the confessional booth had its place, father Lantom watched from the safety of darkness.

“Lord, have mercy on her,” he quietly prayed. “Give her all the strength you have because that girl needs it.”

Eliza rose from the marble stairs. She was fragile, barely an adult. Deep down, she’d missed so much, she just wished to be a child again. She needed to lay in the comforting arms of her parents. All the things she’d lost, she just wanted back.

Father Lantom copied her, crossing his chest. His face had fallen, a worried crease above his brows. The shadow next to him shifted.

“I hope all that praying was worth it.” He watched her strut the hallway towards the door. “And I hope to God he listened to a word she said or else our boy’s gonna be in a lot of trouble.”

Sunlight fell on the face beside him. Soft features had all crumbled up in worry. She stared up at the father, the crucifix clutched tightly between her thin fingers.

“You think it’s her?” the woman asked.

“Hmm. I could tell the second she stepped in.“

“What should we do?”

“Nothing,” father Lantom stated. “If I learned one thing from listening to his confessions all those years, it’s that Matthew is his father’s son. He doesn’t give up, even when he should.“

“I wish he did,” she sighed. “Just once, I wish he’d stop.”

The metal doors fell shut with a loud bang. Eliza’s steps disappeared onto the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, swallowed by sun-hungry people and the summer air.

Father Lantom gave the nun a gentle smile. “Your son is resilient, Maggie. He never goes down without a fight, and he also never loses. Besides,” he looked over at the empty bench in the back, “I think Matthew finally found a match that doesn’t completely manipulate him.”

Maggie kissed the cross in her hands. “I just hope you’re right,” she said.

The last thing she wanted was to lose her son before she even got the chance to explain herself to him.

Matt could hear Eliza's heartbeat from miles away. He picked her up around the area of Clinton Church, but his abilities didn't quite place her in the confines of his favorite place in Hell's Kitchen, neither did he manage to pick up the father's signature voice serenading her and taking away some of the built-up anxiety. By the time he sought her out, she was on the run again, on the way to her apartment and then, sometime later, carefully making her way to the closest taxi cab.

She told the driver to stop two blocks from his apartment building. On her way, she made sure to take extra turns just in case someone was following her. He figured the action was intentional, just something she had gotten used to, and she wasn’t going to stop, especially not in times like these.

Then, her scent filled his nostrils, followed by the steady thump, thump, thump of her heart. She came in and the world lit up. Her presence brought fresh air into the four walls he called home. Though there was something about the way she acted. Her voice dropped a few octaves, her steps dragging tiredly across the wooden floor. It made him worry. He wondered what happened. Even the last spark he had seen hours before had vanished completely, lost somewhere on the dirty streets outside.

Foggy had poked around, asking him all kinds of questions about the night before after he quickly showed his face in the office. He asked about Eliza and if he could get her number to check on her, just to see if she had gotten home alright. Even Karen worried. Any normal person would be after the events that took place at the party. The worst part was that Matt had to make them believe that everything turned out alright.

“I walked her home,” he lied. “She’s… what can be expected. Stark really got to her but I, uh, figured it out. She’s okay.”

“Man, that sucks,” Foggy pouted at him. “I thought he was the good guy.”

Karen only laughed sarcastically at his words. “Won’t make that mistake again, will you, Foggy?”

“No. No, I guess I won’t. I’m sorry. Tell her that.”

Matt wasn’t planning on it.

“Don’t you have a front door?” Eliza asked from the staircase that lead from the rooftop to his apartment. “I mean, when you said ‘backdoor’, I imagined a ground-floor apartment, not this.” She gestured to the controversial entrance.

“I thought it would be better if no one saw you coming,” he said.

She hummed. No smart remark, not a single joke, nothing. The wood creaked underneath her boots. He tilted his head to listen closer. He analyzed the way she inhaled, slightly quivering with every second drag, and her voice was significantly more hoarse.

She placed what he suspected to be a duffel bag on the leather couch. “I made sure no one was following me,” she stated, concerning his earlier words, no doubt.

“Yeah, I heard.” He felt stupid just standing there, but he didn’t know what else to do.

“So you’re stalking me now?” What was meant as a joke sounded way more serious.

“What if I were?” he asked.

“I’d be offended, but given the circumstances, I’d forgive you.”

Matt chuckled. He moved over to the kitchen, his steps methodical, knowing exactly where he needed to go, yet his arms stretched further from his body in case something might end up in his path.

“You want anything?”

Eliza looked over at him. “Sorry, what?” she said.

“You want anything?” he repeated his question patiently. He opened the fridge, his bicep straining against the white dress shirt that hung clad to his torso. He had long discarded the suit jacket and the sleeves were rolled up. “I’ve got beer, wine, and water. That’s about it. I, uh, don’t keep many groceries here. I have some leftovers from the Thai place around the corner. Oh, and there’s an apple. It’s all that’s left from the gift basket I got from our last client.”

She chuckled. The truth was, her heart hurt. Not just her head but her soul. The new environment made her feel exposed. At least at the church, she had found solace. Under Matt’s gaze which wasn’t even a gaze, to begin with, but an even closer observation of her behavior, she felt naked. She felt vulnerable. He saw right through her, still trying to cover it up to allow her some modesty, but goddamnit, she knew that he knew something wasn’t quite right. He could probably smell the holy water on her. He could smell the sweat of anxiety, the dried tears, and the blood from gnawing on her lip too much. She wanted to run, though she decided against it since he would’ve found her sooner or later anyway. She couldn’t hide from Daredevil, not anymore.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked. “You sound exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” Eliza intercepted.

He fiddled with the fridge’s door handle. “Are you sure?”

“I’m fine, really,” she said.

“Hm.” She was lying to him.

Against her claims, he handed her a glass of tap water. His nod motioned for her to drink. A silent demand. She lowered her head. It worked. She took a small sip, keeping her eyes on him as he brushed past her, hand ghosting against her lower arm. He didn’t have to speak for her to know.

Once again, she looked around the apartment. The sun was slowly coming down, darkening most of the apartment and if it hadn’t been for the gigantic billboard across the building, she would’ve been wandering in the dark.

The billboard would’ve been quite a nuisance to a seeing person. There couldn’t be many people who would volunteer to take such an apartment for longer periods unless they were, like Matt, blind. He probably found the soft buzzing at night comforting.

Eliza felt drawn to the different pictures flashing across the screen. She walked up to the window to take a peek outside. The glass was slightly milky in its natural state, slightly discolored too, but that’s what interested her in the first place. The architecture of the place fascinated her. It suited Matt, although it was nothing like what she had expected.

She wiped at the window, removing some of the fog caused by the sudden change of temperature inside. Matt liked his apartment cold, she realized. The windows couldn’t keep up with the presence of two people without condensation starting to prickle at the edges.

The billboard showed a commercial for an insurance company. Ridiculous, she thought. He probably didn’t even know about the kinds of pictures that flashed across his windows every night. Insurance companies, condoms, groceries, and from time to time, tv show announcements. Not that he would even care about the show that was put on in front of his apartment. It was new to her, all of this. He had a different perception of things. What she found annoying, he enjoyed. What he hated, she considered normal. She couldn’t see herself falling asleep to condom advertisements, but the colors were nice, so maybe it wasn’t all too bad even for a sighted person after all.

Matt chuckled behind her. “Say it,” he said.

“Say what?” she asked.

“You think it’s annoying.”

“What?”

“The billboard.”

“Well, this place is a shithole.” She shrugged, “but I don’t know, I think it’s a nice shithole.”

His chuckle transcended into laughter. “Yeah,” he grinned into his glass, “Sounds about right.”

“Rent’s probably through the roof, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I got a discount because of the Billboard since no one else would take it, but it’s still a lot. Especially for someone who doesn’t even make money.”

“Expensive shithole then,” she said.

He nodded. “Expensive shithole.”

The apartment's location was unfortunate, but the room itself wasn’t all that awful. Eliza stopped at the small wooden desk that stood in front of what appeared like a supply closet. Files were scattered around, a braille printer to one side and a laptop to the other. She traced her fingers over the rough wood, feeling the dots on the papers. She wished she could read Braille, but it seemed like a hard task to learn.

“Thank you for inviting me over,” she said.

“Sure, yeah,” he said. “How was your, uh, meeting with Stark?”

Eliza stiffened.

“You know what, forget it.” He placed his hands on his hips. “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”

She didn’t wait. “I quit.” Her nails dug into the paper. “I tore up our family picture and then I left.”

“What?”

“I left. I just… left.”

“Well, that’s- are you alright?”

“He knows about us, Matt!” The words came in a single breath.

“What?” he asked.

“Not about you, about Daredevil.” she had to clarify. “He knows we’ve been working together,” Eliza said. “He’s known ever since our second night together. The press caught wind of it. He said he was the only one between the news and Secretary Ross. If he found out-”

“You’d go to jail,” Matt stated. She nodded weakly. “Fuck! How did they- what is Stark gonna do now? He has to have a plan, right? He won’t just tell everyone. That’s not like him. Tell me that’s not like him.”

She couldn’t do that. She wasn’t sure if it was like him. In the past? Definitely not. After what she experienced in the past couple of days? Who knew?

“He said if I walked out that door, he wouldn’t protect me anymore.”

“God…Tell me you didn’t just walk out. At least not without negotiating a deal first.”

“I walked out.”

“Damn it, Eliza!”

“I don’t care!” her voice cracked. “I don’t care, okay? Ross can arrest me, I don’t fucking care! I realize that now. I don’t care, even if it lands me in jail. The Accords are stupid rules. Why should I have to live by them anymore?” she said. “The Avengers are toast anyway. It’s not like I’m hurting anyone who doesn’t deserve it. I’m not making entire cities float. I’m simply fighting a fight no one else wants to. If that means breaking the rules, so be it.”

He began to pace the room. “This can’t be happening…” One of his hands got tangled in the mess of brown locks on his head.

“It’s not about him. It’s not about me. This is about doing the right thing. You taught me that!”

Matt turned around. “Do you even realize how much danger you are in?!” It was the first time he yelled at her and he regretted it the second the sound had finished bouncing his way across the apartment, and it slapped her right across the face.

Eliza swallowed hard. “I-” she blew air through her nose. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” he cooed softly. He took a few steps closer. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“No, don’t touch me!” She shied away. Her armor faltered. The leather of the couch welcomed her with open arms. Teardrops pearled off the fabric, leaving even darker spots where the liquid slipped from her skin.

He wanted to punch himself. “I’m so sorry.” He slowly fell to one knee next to the armrest. “I didn’t mean it. I’m not angry at you,” he assured her, but his words meant nothing. She was scared.

Once again, she backed away until her thigh hit her duffel bag and she had to stop in the middle of the couch so as not to throw her belongings on the ground. Her hand remained in the air, a silent warning. He didn’t move, he remained on the floor, even though his knees hurt from the wood and he could feel his stitches barely holding on for dear life. He didn’t care though. This was his fault.

She lowered her head. “I didn’t sign up for this,” she whispered. “I didn’t sign up for any of this.”

“I know you didn’t. The reason I yelled-“ he sighed, “The reason I yelled was not that I’m angry at you. It’s not your fault. I just don’t want you to get arrested. They’d put you into special containment. They would lock you up for good,” he explained. “From what I’ve heard, enhanced individuals are considered flight risks to the government, so if you were to get arrested, they could easily use that to their advantage. I can’t let that happen.”

Eliza nodded quietly.

“I was wrong to raise my voice. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I- I just don’t want you to get arrested because of me,” he said.

“But it wouldn’t be because of you.”

“No, it would be. You know why?”

“No ‘cause I’m not a lawyer,” she told him.

He hung his head, chuckling. “In the eyes of the law, Daredevil is a criminal. I read the Accords after we met. I wanted to know how far you’re allowed to go. You know they don’t just apply to you as a group?”

She shrugged. Her fingers fiddled with the necklace around her neck. She had forgotten it was still there. A nervous tick he had picked up on when he first met her at the police station, out of his costume.

“You know.” He nodded slowly. “I figured. You read them.”

“The first few pages,” she said.

“Not all of it?”

“No, it bored me.”

He shook his head.

“What I read though, I remember. I remember every word.”

“Alright. Well, the Accords state that you’re not allowed to work on missions without the government’s consent,” he said. “You cannot take any cases that haven’t been checked out by either the Secretary or his committee, and when they say you have to pull out, you have to comply. You’re a dog on a leash. Or, the Avengers are. Since you signed them, you are legally obligated to follow the Accords. If you break them, you’re automatically breaking the law. You’ll become a felon, there will be court proceedings, and then, depending on the extent of the crime, you could go to jail.”

“You did your research, huh?”

“It’s not just a rule book,” he insisted. “The Accords are the law now.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Eliza snapped at him.

“I know you do.”

“Then why are you trying to make me feel bad?”

“I’m not! I’m trying to tell you that the rules that apply to the Avengers as a group apply to you as well. You each have to follow the rules, even outside of working together. And you know why? Because you’re not the ordinary human population. The government doesn’t want you guys allowed to roam freely.”

“If I do anyway, I’ll go to jail. Yes, I’m aware. Hey,” she asked, “where are you going with this?”

“This whole thing is a ticking time bomb waiting to explode! These people can prove you’re working with me, that we were with Pfeiffer that night… They have the means to destroy you. Because of me, you’re in danger. That is where I’m going with this.”

“Oh, not this again.”

“You know, perhaps it’s better if we part ways. Spend some time apart until all of this has calmed down.”

“I made my choice!” Eliza cried. “This decision is entirely on me. My life, my rules. I take responsibility for what I did, and for what I’m about to do. This has nothing to do with you. You want to save this city? So do I.”

His breath came in hot, labored puffs of air.

“It’s not just some personal agenda that drives me, I actually care about the people! Don’t make this about you, Matt, not right now.”

“I’m not making this about me!” he argued. “I’m just trying to take care of you. I can’t do that if you’re in the crosshairs.”

“I’ve been in the crosshairs from the beginning. I grew up with several targets on my back. Even the law has known me for as long as I can remember.”

“What if I can’t protect you anymore, what then?”

“Then I’ll die!”

“I don’t want you to die!” He was yelling without even raising his voice, something she had done the night of the party after she found out who he truly was. They weren’t so much different after all.

Eliza wiped her cheeks. There weren’t any tears. She wasn’t crying, she doubted she had any tears left to shed, but she wanted to. The feeling burned in the back of her throat.

“We’ve still got time,” she said.

“Time? We’re running against time, Eliza! I may not be able to read the clock, but I know when a timer is running out.”

“I just have to be careful! We’re in this together now, Matt. We were the second you jumped into that Butcher shop to save my ass. Your desperate need to push me away just to protect me can’t control you. I’m not going anywhere. You gotta deal with that or else we’re gonna have a problem.”

“No, you’re gonna have a problem because you’re the one whose life is in danger and whose freedom is being jeopardized just by being with me. This- this isn’t a joke. This is your life you’re gambling with, you realize that, right?”

“I’m trying to tell you that I don’t want you to leave me!” she cried out. “Don’t you get that? I don’t want you to go.”

Matt’s eyes softened. “What?” he said.

Her bottom lip tangled with her teeth in a desperate attempt to stop it from quivering. Like her entire body though, she kept shaking. It was deadly quiet when she spoke again, and her voice paid the price, “You’re all I have left.”

He rose from the floor, situating himself on the couch next to her. She curled in on herself, too scared to even look at him. He reached his hand out. “Eliza-”

“You promised you’d be there for me,” she said. “That’s what I need you to do. To be there.”

“I’m not leaving,” he breathed.

“Are you sure because you seemed pretty convinced just now?”

“No.” He reached for her. This time, she let him. He tugged at her arm, gently at first, though when she didn’t get the hint, he hooked his arm around hers and pulled her towards him. She fell into his open arms only hesitantly. “I just don’t want to watch you die, okay?” he admitted. “And I don’t want them to take you away.”

“Maybe you can take me away,” she muttered. Her hand began to claw at his chest, her lifeline.

He chuckled breathlessly. “And where would I take you?”

“When this is all over, I mean. I heard Hawaii could be nice.”

“I’ve never been north of 116th street.”

“The more reason for us to change our identities and travel to Hawaii.”

“Sweetheart,” he said, “When this is all over, I will take you anywhere you want.”

They sat like this until the earth finished turning and the sun disappeared. Soft moonlight mixed with the ads crossing the billboard screen. His heart beat steady. She used the sound to come back to her body.

“The world feels so surreal,” she spoke into the comfortable silence. “Like I’m detached from its axis and I’m just spinning there like a broken record, lost alone in the vastness of space.”

She inhaled his cologne. Hints of sweat and rain, and sandalwood on his skin. He was so warm, a human blanket draped over her, almost like a shield from all the evil in this world. His grip tightened around her shoulders; she allowed herself to fall further into the embrace. She allowed herself to drown in his touch.

“It’s like I’m bacteria floating around in an organism, but that bacteria doesn’t have a name yet. I’m just… there. No one knows who I am or what purpose I serve, but what’s for sure is that I’m meant to cause damage.”

“You’re not bacteria,” Matt told her.

“But what if I am? What if I’m the virus? This story seems to depend on my talent to destroy things. Everything’s just gotten worse because of me. Because I got involved.“

“They would’ve found another way to cause damage.”

“If I hadn’t gotten involved, this could’ve been solved without having people die for it,” she said and pushed away from him. His arm caged her, she needed to get out. Matt continued to keep his hands on her. He let her bring space between them, but as she tried to flee, he pulled her back gently so she was facing him.

He didn’t need sight to see that she was burning red. The temperature of her skin mixed with the jitters told him enough to conclude.

“Hey,” he said, “you’re the one who broke this case wide open.”

“I don’t- what if that’s not true?” Eliza sniffled. “What if, in some twisted way, I’m the reason Hydra is doing this? You heard Pfeiffer, they’re trying to make more super soldiers, stronger than ever before,” she said. “They learned from Project Chaos, they saw what Strucker managed to achieve with the Maximoff twins. What if – just, what if – they’re doing this because we survived, and now they’re trying to combine the elements to make something far, far worse than what Wanda and I turned out to be.”

“Yeah, but what if scenarios are just speculation? It’s not real, at least not until it’s proven. What we need to focus on are facts. Plain and simple. Facts are what make cases. That’s our start-of point. Asking yourself what if will only hurt you more. Believe me, I know.”

“What am I supposed to do then?”

“Trust me,” he begged. “That’s all I ask of you.”

Eliza tasted the words on her tongue. She wiped the tears away, though the sticky feeling of dried salt on her cheeks remained heavy. She leaned down slowly, her forehead pressed against Matt’s chest. His hand went around her neck, holding her there. The other rubbed comfortingly up and down her back.

“What does that even mean?” the sound was muffled through the fabric. “I mean, what are we?“ she asked.

Matt ran his thumb along her pulse point. “I’m just as confused as you are,” he admitted. He felt her pulse jump directly behind the skin.

She hummed. “I wish we would’ve met before. You know, before everyone convinced us that life is war.”

He pulled her closer. His chuckle blew through the tiny hairs standing off her scalp. “No one has proved us different,” he said. “Life is war, we were just taught to always fight on the front lines, no matter what happens. We were taught that being soldiers is the default for people like us. And now… now we can’t live without it.”

“We were just kids.”

“We didn’t know any better.”

“Yeah… we still don’t.”

“No,” he smiled, “we don’t.”

Somewhere in the distance, church bells rang out. Reality crept through the cracks in the floorboards and polluted them with its negative energy.

Eliza sat up again. This time, she reached for her duffel bag. “We gotta follow down that lead,” she stated, and so the mask went back on.

The softness of Matt’s features was etched in seriousness. He began to peel the tie off around his throat. It was a fascinating transition. The caring man she knew as Matt Murdock turned within a matter of a few seconds and there he sat Daredevil. He didn’t have to put on the suit, his attitude spoke for itself. There was just something about him, something that enthralled her, even as he turned into a cold piece of stone. She knew there was a broken, gooey nucleus inside – the man he presented on the outside was just an act. He kept the real Matt Murdock under locks, tucked neatly away where no one could find him.

Eliza should’ve felt honored to have him be so vulnerable around her. Yet, she believed there was still plenty to learn about him and this complicated piece of a soul he harbored inside.

“What do you have there?” he asked.

“My suit.” She opened the zipper. “Not the one Tony gave me. It’s my old SHIELD uniform. I asked to keep it before I joined the Avengers. Also,” - the cell phone fell into her hands -“I got a new phone. Tony used mine to track me.”

“So you just keep an arsenal of phones around you?”

“Yeah, why? You don’t?”

“I don’t think that’s something normal people do.”

“I’m not normal,” she stated plainly. “In this line of work, you better come prepared. I have a lot more where this comes from. I could fake my death and no one would know if I wanted to.” Eliza got up. She asked, “Where’s your bathroom?”

Matt pointed in the direction he memorized.

“Thanks.”

Her footsteps disappeared. The door fell shut. She turned the lock twice, making sure it was secure, only then did he hear the shuffling of clothes on the floor. He chose not to invade her privacy. Instead, he made his way into the bedroom. He took the suit draped over the sofa and changed into it with precision. The door stayed open, just in case Eliza came around. He didn’t care if she saw him undressed – hell, he was as open as one could be. Some part of him wanted her to, some perverted part he didn’t want to listen to. Not that he expected an attempt on her life in his apartment, considering no one knew she was there, but he could never be too careful.

His stitches pulled hard. The leather didn’t do much to protect his wounds. He groaned, some sounded louder than he planned to. He was in so much pain, every inch of his body sore, and all he craved was a good night’s sleep. But he couldn’t think about that. There was no time to rest, he told himself. Not until the worst was over.

“You okay?” Eliza stood in the doorway.

Matt struggled with the belt. “Yeah, fine,” he said curtly. His shoulder burned - the one part that wasn’t injured was giving him the most trouble.

“Need any help with that?”

He sighed in relief, nodding. She helped him get the rest of his body tucked into the suit. The leather sat securely around his waist and everywhere else where it needed to; he couldn’t have done it better.

She peaked up at him and he tried his best to reciprocate the action. Judging by her smile, he missed her eyes by miles once again. He chuckled. “Guess I’m getting old,” he said.

“How so?” she questioned.

“My back is killing me.”

“You are, indeed, an old man,” she swatted some dust off his shoulders, “but that’s okay.”

He pinched her side. “Careful. This old man can still kick your ass.”

“Oh. Do I need to have the nursery home on the line?” She spread her thumb and middle finger to the sides, mimicking a phone. “Shall I tell them to book you a single or double room, grandpa?”

The baton flew in her direction. Right before it could hit her in the face, her hand shot up to catch the piece of metal. She switched between him and his weapon, not sure whether to be impressed or annoyed.

“Fuck off!” he said.

She smirked. “I’m getting you back for that.”

Though once the baton was back in the air, his arm was already extended to catch it mid-air, his height offering an opportunity he didn’t miss.

Eliza remembered their first meeting. The way he flipped the sticks of metal expertly, almost like what he was doing right there, in front of her, smug and knowing damn well what he was doing. “Show off,” she said.

Like on the first day, he forced one of the batons into her hand. “Try not to kill anyone,” he retorted.

She saw an opportunity too and she surely didn’t want to miss it. “No promises.”

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The Super Soldiers little angels AU Masterlist

Summary: Okay so they go over for a playdate... loki and wanda are littles aswell! Loki and wanda and peter all have special abilities and they play with them, reader is just good at combat but they cant play with that, so theyre grumpy, kinda crying and all alone in a different room coloring bucky cheers em up before he has to leave, reader falls asleep in there and no one can find them except bucky who had to leave to do something, friday doesn't know little one by name so shes not any help and they have to call bucky and hes like "oh, yea i know, theyre in said room"

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, reader is sad, fluff

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You were so excited about your playdate with Wanda and Loki, so was Peter and it was all funny.

Yeah, until they started to show what they can do with their powers. Wanda made some blocks fly around, while Loki made some fireworks in his hands and some illusions of himself and Peter showed his web-shooters, crawling around the ceiling.

They started to play with their powers while you just sat by the side watching them and fiddling with the stuffie in your lap.

You only could do some combat that Auntie Nat taught you, but still, you couldn't play and have fun as the others have, that's what you told yourself at least.

When you had enough of watching them having a good time, you stood up and got to the guestroom that Tony gave you, Peter, and your daddies.

You took out your coloring stuff from your bag and sat down by the little table that was in the corner of the room.

You could still hear the other's squeals and shouts and slowly started to tear up.

"I no special" you sniffled and continued to draw.

Bucky only wanted to get his jacket, so he could go to his therapy session. He first didn't notice you when he entered the room until he heard your quiet sniffles.

"Doll? Why aren't you playing with the others" he crouched down next to you and saw your tear strained face and frowned "What's wrong?"

"I no special" you mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"I hab no special powers wike Petie or Wanda or Loki. I no special wike them" you didn't look at him and Bucky took your hand, kissing the back of it.

"You don't need powers, you're special on your way, baby doll. Me, Dada, and Peter will always love you and you will always be our perfect little angel, yeah?" he smiled and you smiled back a little, rubbing your nose with your sleeve.

Bucky looked down at his watch and saw he had some minutes before he has to go and also saw it was heading your midday nap.

"How about we get you down for your nap?" he suggested and you nod, reaching your arms out for him.

He gladly picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying down with you and telling you a story until you fell asleep.

After carefully getting out of your hold, Bucky finally made his way to his therapy session.

It was Steve's turn to check on the littles and smile when he saw Peter hanging on the ceiling, while Wanda and Loki were behind a pillow wall trying to avoid his webs.

But he only counted three of four littles and the missing one was you.

"Angel, where's Y/n?" he asked and Peter shrugged as did Wanda and Loki. "Okay, you stay here, I go and search for her"

After ten minutes of searching, Steve got a little worried and frustrated. Bucky is going to kill him when he doesn't find you soon.

"Friday, can you tell me where Y/n is?" he asked the Al, still searching every room for you.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any Y/n in my data, Mr. Rogers" she replied and Steve sighed, pulling out his phone to call Bucky.

"Baby, I'm busy right now"

"Yeah, I know and I'm sorry to disturb you, but I- uh..."

"Come on, out with it Steve" Bucky sounded a bit stern and Steve swallowed.

"I lost Y/n. I don't know where she is. What if she left the Tower! What if she got kidnapped and we didn't notice-" Steve rambled down all the bad scenarios he could think of until Bucky cut him off.

"Steve! Relax, she's in the guest room probably still taking her nap" He said calm as ever and Steve took a deep breath. "She got upset seeing the others playing with their powers because she doesn't have any. I talked with her and put her down to nap"

"Oh thank god, I thought I was getting a heart attack soon" Steve breathed out. "Okay, see you later Buck"

"See you later, I love you"

"I love you more" he ended the call and sprinted to the guestroom and sighed in relief when he found you, still sleeping peacefully and sucking on your thumb.

He chuckled a little and closed the door again, leaving you to sleep.

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Spice Up Your Life, Come Get A Freak

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader

Words: 3247

Warnings: Non-sexual voyeurism, singing and dancing, song lyrics, fluff and smut, piv sex, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink

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A/N 1: Here are the songs from this fic (except the Howlies song, because writing songs is not a thing I do): The Dope Show | Freak | Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)

A/N 2: This fic sprang forth because of an anon ask, and a conversation with my bestie @buckys-left-middle-finger. Thanks goes to them for putting this shit in my head:

Bucky and Steve had been walking around the city for an hour.

You’d shooed them off the bus earlier. You said you wanted some quiet time, and you’d get a chance to tidy up with no one on the bus to muck it up. You also wanted to get all the laundry bagged so Nat and Clint could haul them to the laundromat when they returned from their quest to procure munchies.

Steve and Bucky didn’t have any errands that needed to be done, nor any particular destination in mind, so they meander through city streets, weaving through the crowds, holding hands, and people-watching. They stop and grab some tacos from a food truck, and ice cream from a shop across the street from the truck.

After an hour, they’re bored, and they miss you, so they make their way back to the bus.

Rounding the corner, and in sight of the rv, they both come to an abrupt halt.

“You hear that too, right?” Steve asks quietly.

“Yeah,” Bucky confirms. “Is that-”

“It sounds like her, doesn’t it?”

“Sure, except…”

“She’s singing,” Steve finishes softly.

“Have you ever heard her sing?” Bucky asks.

“No. You?”

Bucky shakes his head.

They inch closer, noticing the rv door is open. You’re wearing Bucky’s big, noise cancelling headphones, singing quietly as you flit around the living space wiping things down, tossing dirty laundry into a huge pile, and tidying the general disarray.

And dancing.

The lyrics you’re cooing are from the tail end of The Dope Show. You’ve got a good rhythm worked up, letting the faster-paced song move you around the bus in a whirlwind of activity.

The song ends, and you grind to a halt. The one that comes on next is slower, dirtier. The movement starts as a sway in your hips, and ripples down your thighs, and up your spine.

Freak like me You want a good girl that does bad things to you You never been with no one as nasty as me Spice up your life, come get a freak

Steve huffs a laugh, “That’s your playlist, Buck.”

He hums his assent.

Tied him down to my queen bed Tease him just enough to hate me Tied it tight enough, he can't break free Keep him waiting till he try

Still glued to the spot, the rhythm of the song has spread over your whole body, arms swaying, body alive with the seductive rhythm. Beautiful in the shadowed interior of the bus.

This can go one of two ways We could flip the coin, I'll be your slave Call you daddy, give me a nickname I ain't afraid of a little pain

You start moving around the space again, working random tasks into the swing of your arms, your voice is quiet, but sonorous. No one else would be able to hear you from outside the bus, even Scott, who is working in the equipment trailer hitched to the back of the rv. But your voice is perfectly audible to the sensitive ears of the super soldiers.

“God she’s beautiful,” Bucky remarks in a voice that is steeped in reverence. “What the hell did we do to deserve her?”

Steve wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist and pulls him in close. “Man, I have no idea. It musta been something we did in a past life, because there’s no way we were good enough in this life to deserve someone like her.”

Bucky sighs, “She is perfect, isn’t she?”

Yo, yo, yo, yo He wanted somethin' else and he wanna be selfish He wanted them three rounds, DC had to come help him Look, I know your position, try to squeeze in the full nelson though Beat on it, beat, beat on it, mercy like a black belt give Daddy the grandmaster, daddy, I want it faster Them bitches you fucking with, I know they gon' need some practice So bring 'em along wit' ya, I'll teach 'em how to smash ya When I made a little mess on it, he told me to clean my act up

You bend over to scoop a pile of laundry into a canvas sack, your ass still bobbing in time with the nasty beat.

Steve chuckles, “She really is perfect. What are the odds…”

“That we could find someone who could keep up with us?” Bucky snorts, “I believe those odds would include the words snowball and hell.”

Freak like me You want a good girl that does bad things to you You never been with no one as nasty as me Spice up your life, come get a freak

“What’re we gonna do with this tour ends?”

Bucky shakes his head, “I don’t know, man. But we can’t move her into that shitty apartment. It was fine for us, but I can’t have her living somewhere like that. She was fucking homeless for five months while she followed us around.”

“I know. I’m not too keen on it either,” Steve hums. “Maybe a nicer apartment. Or we could rent a house while we’re taking a break. Something close to Tony’s studio, so we don’t have to be away for too long when we start recording again.”

“Yeah. That sounds like a good idea,” Bucky murmurs. “She deserves a fucking mansion though.”

“Nah. She deserves ten mansions.”

Hey, I could take a big bat Bet that he thinking this a game Hey, batter, batter swing You could put it on a swing Freak like a triple XXX flick Put her on a chain This pussy off the chain This kitty insane I could fuck him in the rain I could fuck him in the Range I could fuck him every day I'ma fuck him till he sing

“C’mere,” Bucky says, twining their fingers together to drag Steve along, “it might get us busted, but I can’t stand to watch from this far away anymore. She sounds so good. She won’t be able to hear us with those headphones anyway.”

You’ve thrown some twirls into your dance, but your eyes are closed, so you still haven’t noticed they’re there yet.

Bucky leans gently against the doorframe, and Steve presses himself against his side. Bucky tugs at the front of his jeans, adjusting himself with a groan.

“Enjoying the show?” Steve teases.

“Don’t be so smug,” Bucky snorts, nudging Steve’s stiff cock with his hip.

Skirt off, fuck in the backseat Take that shirt off, baby, put it on me Got me like, "Yee-haw", ride it like a horsey Kinda like see-saw, up and down on the D Give it to him

You spin again, stopping just shy of the door. When your eyes pop open again Bucky and Steve are staring back at you. You drop the tray you’re holding to clap your hands over the shocked ‘o’ of your mouth. Steve deftly snatches the falling tray out of the air.

“Hi, kitten,” Bucky purrs.

“You guys scared the shit out of me,” you shout, pulling the headphones off your ears.

“Sorry, doll,” Steve says, brushing by you to put the tray in the kitchen. “We got bored.”

“Then you hypnotized us with your song.”

“And your dance,” Steve whispers, pressing in behind you, rubbing his palms over your hips. He swings his pelvis, and drags yours along with him until you’re swaying together.

“Crap. No one heard me, did they?”

Bucky steps onto the bus now. “No princess. Just us. I promise,” he reassures you, placing his hands over Steve’s on your hips. He picks up the movement, so you’re all swaying together.

“Thank goodness,” you sigh.

“Would it be terrible if someone did hear you?” Steve asks.

“I don’t like the way I sound,” you frown. Immediately Bucky starts smoothing the frown off of your face with gentle fingers.

“Fair enough,” Bucky coos. “But what about us?”

You shoot him a look, it says don’t be stupid. “Bucky, you’re a singer. You guys are actual musicians. Why do you want to hear my broke ass voice?”

Bucky shoots the same look back at you. ”First of all, you do not have a broke ass voice. You sound beautiful.” He rolls his eyes as if all this is self-explanatory, “And second of all, so fucking what? You think Sinatra only listened to Sinatra?”

“Did you just compare yourself to Frank Sinatra, Buck?” Steve shorts.

“I’m making a point dickhead.”

You pat Bucky’s chest, “No, no. I get it. You’ve made your point.” You huff, letting your head fall back against Steve’s chest, still swaying gently between them. “I guess…” You stall by plucking at Bucky’s t-shirt. “It wouldn’t be—uhm—it wouldn’t be the worst thing ever if I-” you hurriedly mumble the rest of your sentence.

“What was that, doll? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“You heard me perfectly,” you grumble, “Bucky’s right, you are a dickhead.”

“Told ya,” Bucky says smugly. Steve snorts a laugh.

“I said I guess I could sing. But only in front of you guys.”

“See?” Steve says. His fingers graze lightly over your neck, and smooth over your jaw so he can turn your head toward him for a kiss. “You lived right through that,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I think,” Bucky says, pulling away from you, “we should see if we can make this little bird sing again.” You shriek when he throws you over his shoulder and dives for the bunk, kicking his shoes off before he covers you with his large body.

“Bucky!” you holler, smacking his shoulder. “Clint and Nat are going to be here for the laundry soon!”

Steve picks up the three laundry bags and chucks them outside, and slams the door closed.

“You can’t leave the laundry on the street Steve!” you fuss from under Bucky’s broad chest.

“Relax, doll.” Steve climbs into the bunk, and closes the curtain with a snap. “It’s not the street. It’s an alley. And if someone wants to steal sweaty t-shirts and jizz rags I think we’ll find a way to recover.”

Bucky starts sucking marks onto your neck, and you forget what you were even complaining about in the first place.

Without separating the two of you, Steve tugs off your sleep pants, and works Bucky’s jeans down his legs.

You gasp when Bucky’s heavy cock slaps against your stomach, then groan as he guides himself into you, sliding into your slick cunt with with a curse.

Steve pulls your shirt over your head, and peels Bucky’s flannel off. Once he’s got you both stripped down, he slips his own clothes off, and lies down next to you, close enough that his warm breath ghosts over your decolletage when he eyes your tits.

Bucky gives you a few pumps of his hips, then stills inside you. You make an annoyed noise. He chuckles.

“Sing for me, princess,” he whispers against your cheek.

You groan, “Is this going to be a thing now?”

“Maybe,” Bucky smirks at you, “but it’s definitely a thing right now. Sing for me.”

“Do I have to?”

“Do you want orgasms?”

You squirm, and feel him twitch inside you. “I do,” you whine.

You can feel the smile on his lips when he presses his mouth against your ear and whispers, “Then sing for me, little bird.”

He rolls his hips, and with a strangled cry you start singing the first song that comes to mind, Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).

He groans good girl and starts rutting into you. Your voice is soft, but steady, and he hangs his head next to yours so he doesn’t miss a single note, or breathy exhalation.

Once he’s sure you’re going to keep singing for him he starts fucking you hard and deep. He’s snapping his hips into you, and whispering praise and encouragement, careful not to drown you out as you warble the lyrics.

He starts singing along with you softly. His voice is gentle, pure, and clear. Nothing like the way he snarls lyrics while dominating a stage, mic gripped in his hand, jeans fighting to stay on his tattooed hip bones, and sweat streaming down his body.

You falter, and halt your song, listening to Bucky sing a few more lines before he stops to chide you for not singing.

“Bucky, you sound like an angel,” you tell him in a soft, awe-filled voice.

He ducks his head shyly—well, as shy as he can be with his cock dripping in your guts. “Little bird, you stole my line.”

You roll your hips with a breathy sigh, “Bucky, please. Need you to fuck me.”

He doesn’t argue this time, his hips smacking loudly against yours, a hand twisted in your hair to keep you still while he drives his dick into you.

“Come on, give it to me, kitten. You know what I want. Give it to me, and I’ll make you come,” he purrs against your neck.

Like a dog with a particularly tasty bone, he’s not prepared to let this go yet. You need to come so bad your insides ache with it. The record player in your dopamine-soaked brain starts playing one of the Howling Commandos songs, and you let it slip over your tongue. You sing it slower and sweeter than Bucky does, breathy and halting with his body beating against yours. He groans a curse in your ear.

“Jesus fuck,” he whispers in a strained voice, careful not to drown you out. He shifts his hips to hit your sweet spot, moaning when the waver in your voice coincides with your cunt clenching him tight. “Come on, kitten. Fuck, you gotta come for me.”

You couldn’t deny him, even if you wanted to. Your body goes rigid, back bowing off the mattress, your fingers squeezing his arms, nails digging crescent-shaped wounds into his human bicep. You stop singing in favor of moaning his name, and he doesn’t seem to care this time, because he’s burying himself deep and groaning while his cock throbs and twitches itself empty inside you.

He keeps you caged with his body. Sucking bruises all over your neck while he whispers thank you against your sweat-damp skin. You card your fingers through his long hair, licking and nipping at whatever skin he presents to you.

Pretty soon, Steve is sitting up, and pushing at Bucky’s shoulder. “C’mon, man. You’re gonna squish her.”

“‘M not gonna squish her, and you damn well know it. If you need some attention, Stevie, just say so.”

“Well, damnit, I need some attention here.”

You shake Bucky’s shoulder, “Shoo, big boy. Someone needs to sit on Stevie’s dick. Lemme up.”

“Well maybe I wanna sit on his dick?”

You giggle, “I’ll fight you for it.”

“Well, shiiiiit,” he drawls, rolling partially to the side so you can crawl out from under him, “I’m gonna have to concede. You’ll kick my ass as sure as water’s wet.”

“Yeah, right,” you roll your eyes.

He rolls onto his back with his hands over the shiny plate on the left side of his chest. “I’m serious,” he assures you, “any arrows you fire would surely find their way right to my heart.”

“Oh, no. Look what you did doll,” Steve says, pulling you over his lap. “You’ve got him waxing poetic.”

He thumbs the head of his cock into you, and lowers you onto his length with a groan.

A groan from Bucky mirrors Steve’s. Bucky’s rolled onto his side, eyes glued to Steve’s lap where his thick cock is pumping slowly in and out of your pussy. Bucky slides a finger around your entrance, feeling the way Steve’s length twitches in response to your cunt squeezing around him.

“Hey, man. I didn’t disturb you, so hands to yourself, or shoo.”

Bucky throws his hands up in surrender, then settles in to watch.

“What do you want me to sing for you, Stevie?” you whisper against his soft lips.

“You don’t have to sing anything for me, doll,” he tells you with a kiss.

“But I want to.”

“Then you sing whatever moves you. But I want you to come for me first.”

You twine your fingers in Steve’s honey-gold hair, and instead of a song, you serenade him with a chorus of moans, and breathy exhalations of his name. You tug on his hair until his growls start rumbling against your skin.

“Stevie,” you whine.

He’s sucking bruises into your neck while you ride him, and he pops off noisily to answer. “You feel fucking amazing around my cock, princess. Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

“God, Stevie,” you groan and clench around him, “just wanna be your good girl.”

Steve hisses at the way your pussy clings to his dick. “You are my good girl,” he groans low. “Fuck, princess. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, milking my cock like that. That hungry little cunt is gonna make me come. Better tell me what you want. Makin’ me feel so good I’ll give you anything you ask for, princess. Fuck, just say the word and it’s yours.”

“Stevie, please,” you keen, squeezing his inked up shoulders until your knuckles go white. His cock throbs inside you, and you whine, “Just want you to fill me up, please. Just come for me, Stevie.”

He grunts a curse against the sweat-damp skin of your neck, his thumb dropping to your clit to rub little circles over it. “You first,” he groans.

Bending to his will is the easiest thing in the world. Your orgasm slams into you with such intensity all you can do is cling to Steve’s broad shoulders while he wrings every drop of pleasure out of you he can. He keeps one strong hand on your back, and his thumb on your clit while he coos, “I’ve got you, my good girl. Let go for me,” in your ear in a strained, gravel-rough voice.

When your cries taper off into wavering whimpers, he finally buries himself inside of you, and comes with a ragged groan. His cock pulsing and jerking, filling you with heat that drips out of you and dribbles down Steve’s balls. He gives a few last, lazy thrusts, making even more of a mess, before he finally stops.

You rest your head lazily against his shoulder, feeling tipsy with endorphins. He noses along your jaw to whisper, “I fuckin’ love you so much, princess,” in your ear before he slides his mouth over your neck to suck marks there while you hum and giggle for him.

Bucky clears his throat loudly from the mattress where he lays.

Steve’s lips curl into a smile against your neck before he rumbles, “What’s up, needy boy?”

“It’s just... She said she was gonna sing for you, Stevie, but she didn’t,” he pouts.

“I said she didn’t have to.”

“Please sing for me, kitten?” Bucky pleads.

“I’m already tired of this,” you tease.

“Buck, if you don’t quit she’ll never wanna sing for us again.”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, princess. I’ll quit bugging you,” he looks contrite, so you accept his apology, since you weren’t even really annoyed in the first place.

“Lie down, lemme clean you up, doll?” Steve asks.

You nod and he helps you onto the mattress next to Bucky, who immediately continues his apology by sucking on your tits.

As soon as Steve’s tongue dips into your dripping slit, you start crooning for your super soldiers.

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ace-of-gay · 2 years

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Daddys got you

1,664 words

Unedited

Steve rogers x little (gn!) Reader

Warnings: age regression, they them used for gender neutral, names like baby, little one, and daddy, etc.This was falsely labeled as ddl(gn) at one point

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You enjoy cooking dinner, not just because its stress relief or because you love seeing peoples days melt away to the consumption of something made with love and passion, but because you know whats in it, you know all the towers allergies, you made sure to ask before the first time you cooked for them.

You took account not just for your own but everyone elses health at dinner because you understand just how miserable anaphylaxis is.

You had a really busy day today and were getting home to the tower from a mission at the same time you usually had plates out for everyone, so when you walked in seeing as all the spots taken except your end seat next to steve, you smiled, whatever was made smelt amazing, after discarding your belongings in your shared room you make your way to the table placing your hand on his back cueing him to look up at you, you lean down and place a greeting kiss to his lips followed by a gentle smile shared between the both of you

You seat yourself next to him, your plate already served to you by nat, conversations continue off before, bruce and tony going on about a new project while people nod along.

Around three bites your mouth starts to go tingly " hey nat, what'd you use that doesn't taste spicy but feels like the after math of spicy?" You question honestly curious, "what do you mean hun?"

"Is it no-" you get cut off by rough coughing ripping itself from your chest, youre throat is closing "nat whats in it?" Steve places a hand on your back "everything (y/n) puts in it i just replaced vegetable oil with coconut for a slightly different effect, yours, steves and starks eyes go wide, in seconds after she responded steve was standing, pulling you in your chair away from the table, he reaches into his back pocket pulls out a clear tube flicking the cap open grabbing the epi pen out putting the blue part in his mouth pulling the epi away from it.

He leans over the back of your chair, hand on your collarbone holding you up so you dont lurch forward while coughing, "im sorry hun but ive gotta do this, youre gonna be okay" and just like that he slams the orange tip of the auto injector to your thigh making a click, ripping a cry of pain from your startled body, holding it for ten seconds counting them out to you and finally releasing it from your thigh placing a kiss you your temple, "you're gonna be okay hun i promise"

"Whats going on?" Nats voice trembling, stark answers for both of you "(y/n) is allergic to coconut, it happens we just have to be careful, you didn't mean to, you didn't know".

Bruce comes over placing his hand on steves sholder, "i gotta keep them in the med bay for at least six hours to monitor the reaction, you can stop by your room before hand to grab essentials but its mandatory to have someone in medical watch over"

Thankfully everyone was already aware of your littlespace and encouraged it when needed, so when you looked up at stevie with glossy eyes and a wobbly lip and holding your arms out as request to be carried no one questioned, he walks with you wrapped around him head on his sholder, tears still cascading down your cheeks, "youre okay dove, daddys got you" he bounces you on his hip.

Entering the room he grabs what you call the emergency little bag consisting of a few pull-ups, a basic yellow snap closed onesie and a few other essentials for little space like crayons and a coloring book, he also grabs your stuffy, paci and blankie and starts walking to the med bay with you still perched in his arms.

Steve walks you both into the readied room and sets you down on the bed handing you your stuffy, putting your blankie at the foot of the bed and the paci in the bag for now.

Bruce walks in just a few minutes later to check your vitals and see how youre doing, "alrighty kiddo im gonna ask you some questions about how youre feeling after i check a few things, is that okay with you?" You nod reaching your and out for steve to hold.

doctor banner checks a few basic things befor asking to look at your throat, "alrighty, can you open your mouth for me?, im gonna shime a light to the back so i can start monitoring your progress"

You do so and after a moment he pats your sholder, "it still looks angry and red but i think you caught it before it got too bad, im going to hook an iv to you so it can help your fluids regulate" you let out a whimper at the idea of a needle, and scoot closer to the edge of the bed looking at your steve for a sense of calm. "Its okay baby, daddys here" he looks over to bruce, "is it cool if i go get them changed into something more comfortable for little space real quick? " bruce nods and steve picks you and the bag up, you return back to the room seated in steves lap on the bed.

Doctor banner puts the iv in your arm and you settle in, daddy popping the paci into your open mouth and leaning the both of you back til youre cuddled up against his chest while laying down being mindful on the iv in your arm, he places the occasional kiss to your forehead and runs his hand up and down your back, "i sowwy daddy" you bury yourself deeper into your side "i din mean to have reaction, i shoulda ask befowe eating" he tightens his grip placing a slightly more emotional kiss to your forehead and using his free hand he moves your head to look at him.

"Im far from upset at you baby, it happens and daddys take care of their little ones when something happens, thats why daddy carries an extra epi pen with him everywhere" finishing off with an Eskimo kiss.

You nod closing your eyes to try and sleep a bit.

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After an hour or so of sitting in the silence of you and daddy while napping a little between Bruce's check ins, a knock at the door echoes through the room, a disheveled nat approaches, arms behind her back holding something, you wake up the rest of the way, opening your arms for a hug and she obliges, pulling away a her eyes the faintest bit glossy "im so sorry little one, i had no idea" you smile at her, "its otay, daddy and bwucie makin me feel better, i not upset" steve wakes up to your babbling and rubs your tummy smiling at nat, "i brought you a stuffy ive been saving for you" she holds it out to you, a bright lilac kitty with green eyes.

A grin grows on your face you pull her into a hug and she sets the stuffed kitty next to you and pulls away to see you again, you pick up the toy, turning and holding it to steves face pulling a laugh from nat "daddy wook , i gonna names him (name)", "mhm, thats a wonderful name for him, what do we tell nat?"

You turn quickly back around hugging (t/n) "fank you natty, i wuv him, i wuvs you too", "9f course hun, thank you for forgiving me, ive gotta get back to training but im glad to see youre doing okay" you nod, "thank you for stepping in" steve chimes in as she steps out and a faint mhm is heard from the hall.

You cuddle back into steve letting his slow movements lull you back to sleep, "youre definitely not going to sleep tomorrow but its a price hes willing to pay making sure his sweet little one is okay.

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After eight ling hours of check ins, naps, coloring and cartoons you were finally released back into the wild halls of the tower, surprisingly for it being so late in the evening/ early in the morning the bustle of movement among the common rooms is still high, you run, more toddle than anything but youre trying to run to the living room, once you walk in you find tony tinkering with his helmet, while the end credits of a movie play out, you plop down onto the couch and he pulls you into a side hug.

"Do we want icecream? Ive got safe icecreams (y/n) can have" half said to you half to steve, you both accept the offer, tony brings you (favorite icecream) by a safe company, "dada we watch movie?" He sits next to you sandwiching you between himself and tony.

"Of course, ill put (f/m) on and puts your blankie on top of your legs.

Around three quarters of the way through the movie, a while after you finish your ice cream you slump over against tony, he lets you put your head in his lap and steve pulls your legs into his own, helping you get comfy.

You fall asleep to a calloused hand running through your hair and another delicate hand up and down your shin.

When the movie ends steve picks you up, "were taking tomorrow off to settle" steve announces to the room followed by a few different chimes of acknowledgement.

When steve sets you in bed you stirr whining for him wanting to be in his arm, he gets in next to you after changing out of his day clothes leaving him in a pair of shorts. Pulling your back to his chest, "its okay little love daddys right here, its bed time baby" and thats what sends you to dreams, your lilac kitty clutched to your chest.

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I hope its okay that its not edited, i didn't expect my migraine to get bad tonight but ive gotta sleep it off, ill get the next fic out tomorrow. <3 much love

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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Mission In Progress

Steve Rogers x daughter!reader

Summary: Steve realizes that his past behavior may have cost him the love of his daughter.

A/n: Hello! This is the second part to my Steve Rogers series! I hope you like it and also I hope y’all get the little references I put in these lol💕

Masterlist

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“What do you mean Natasha taught you?”

Oh shit.

That was the collective thought between you, Nat, Clint, and Tony. It was well known among the team that Steve didn’t want his daughter learning ANY form of self defense, but those four thought that was ridiculous. She was Captain America's daughter, she definitely would need to fight off an enemy sooner or later.

“well...nat taught me the basics on how to defend myself, she said it would come in handy someday.” You say quietly, picking the thread on your sleeve rather than looking at your father.

“Romanoff, you taught her how to fight?” Steve said, fury bleeding into his eyes. “I made it perfectly clear--”

“Steve, its unreasonable for her not to know how to fight, she's the daughter of one of the worlds greatest defenders. If she doesn’t fight, she’s dead.”, Natasha said bluntly, staring Steve in the face as the other Avengers grew uncomfortable.

“She’s perfectly fine, it’s not like she leaves the Tower anyway.”

“Because if she did, you’d have someone follow her. It’s creepy, man” Tony butts in with a roll of his eyes. By now both Bruce and Thor had silently left the room, as both of them would be useless in this conversation.

“Oh, so Tony Stark is gonna teach me how to raise a kid? Isn’t that ironic.”

“It’s not like you’re doing any better on your own. All Y/n does is stay in her room and write in that book of hers, she doesn’t even talk to people her own age.”

“It’s safer that way and you all know it” Steve snaps, refusing to even look your way. “ I set those rules for a reason, and I don’t appreciate my team mate or friends going behind my back and breaking them.”

“Look, Steve we love you, but the way you’re going about this whole parenting situation is completely wrong.” Clint finally says. “ I get that you were thrusted into this role, we all do. But man, you can protect Y/n from everything and it’s not healthy for her to be locked away in the tower like--”

“Like some modern day Rapunzel”

“Thank you, Tony.”

“You all know the reason why she’s not allowed to leave. Its just safer that way.” Steve says, expecting the conversation to be over. “ Now, we’ll talk about this when we get back to --”

“You don’t lock me away for my protection” You say looking up with a determined face. Steve, obviously stunned you called him out like that turned to you and said

“ Excuse me?”

“ It was never about me. If you wanted me to be safe, you would have taught me how to defend myself as soon as you could. You would have told the world about me, just to make sure everyone knows not to mess with me.” You say, your brow furrowed. “ You say its for safety, but who’s safety is it really for?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve says in a low, slow tone.

“Everytime I come in a room, you tense up like I’m going to attack you.” You start to say, realizing that once you reveal what you noticed, things will never be the same. “ You monitor everything I do. You never allow me to be alone. You don’t talk to be about missions and don’t allow anyone else to.” You stand up off the couch. “ You refuse to acknowledge my mother, and won’t even let read the journal she left me.”

“That’s enough Y/n”

“No!” You shout. “ It’s not fair I don’t understand why you treat me like this.” Steve looks at you in surprise.

“ Y/n, you don’t understand.”

“ I do. You don’t trust me.” You finally say. “ You haven’t from day one, and I don’t know why. It's not like a six year old is a Hydra agent by disguise.”

Hearing this Steve freezes. He knows that all this surveillance was unnecessary. And deep down he knew that you could never hurt not even a fly. but that tiny voice in his head got the best of him. And even though he grew to love you more than he’d like to admit, the thought of you being am enemy scared him.

“ You are a threat.” Steve says stubbornly. “ You came out of nowhere, with nothing but a note in the middle of the night. Your mother is nowhere to be found, and I have no idea who to even look for. You look nothing like me and defiantly don’t act like me.”

Hearing these words is like a knife being repeatedly stabbed in your heart. It’s one thing to think that your dad doesn’t love you, it's another to hear them directly from his mouth.

“ I have done nothing for you to treat me like this. I have done nothing to lose your trust. I didn’t ask for my mother to leave me here with you. It’s not my fault.” You say, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “ That robot asked me to go with him you know?”

The whole room freezes. You never mentioned that when Clint picked you up from the Tower.

“ He asked me to go with him, because he said I had no one. I had nothing to loose. And now” You let tears run down your face. “ Now that I know he’s right, I still wouldn’t go with him. Because I would NEVER want someone to get hurt because of me.” And with that you pushed past the group of superheros and ran outside. You didn’t know where you were going, but you had to get out of that house.

You walk into town and into a bookshop that was surprisingly open at this hour. The clerk looked at you in annoyance as you wandered the isles quietly. Picking up a copy of Romeo and Juliet, you walk toward the counter to pay.

“Tch, Romeo and Juliet?” The cashier says

“What about it?” you ask, puzzled that he cared enough to mention it.

“Nothing if you’re thirteen and never had a boyfriend.”

“Oh really?” You say, eyes lighting up at the chance to talk to someone your own age without the gaze of an agent boring into your back.

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Meanwhile, there was a tense silence in the house. Steve left with the words you told him rattling in his brain.

“You know, Y/n always used to come to me for help picking out the perfect father's day gift for you.” Clint said breaking the silence in the room. “ She insisted we wake up hours before you to go to the shops just to surprise you. She loved wrapping the gift and the thought of making you happy.” He smiled bitterly. “ I loved every second of it, watching her reminded me of my own family. It broke my heart to see her little face deflate when you barely acknowledged the gift and treated it like it was a bomb or something.” He shakes his head and walks out. Natasha follows him and says ‘ Its late, it's not safe for her to be out there alone, I’m going to look for her.”. Then she’s gone. Leaving only Tony and Steve in the living room. It’s quiet for a few minutes. They can hear Clint playing with his children, Lila laughing as Cooper and Clint chase her.

“ You know, all my life I had to wonder if my dad loved me too.” Tony said suddenly. “ I guess that’s why I got along with Y/n so well.”

Steve sat on the couch and sighed. “ I guess I could’ve approached this differently.”

“That's your problem Rogers, you treat her like a mission. She’s a kid. Even I know that you can’t raise a kid that way.”

Steve exhaled through his nose. “So, what do you think I should do?”

Tony rolled his eyes again.” Well for one, you can go look for your fourteen year old daughter who ran out in the middle of the night in an area she doesn’t know.”

Steve's eyes widened and he shot up, “ Shit, I- I have to go find her.” and with that he ran out of the living room, leaving Tony alone as he heard him shout

“Language!”

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It didn’t take long for Steve to get into town. The only problem he really faced was figuring out where you might be. Almost everything was closed except for a liquor store and some bars. He started to panic, as he started to think about the possibility of you being hurt or kidnapped or--

“Hey bomb pop, over here” someone whispers

Steve looks around to see Natasha standing in front of a bookshop. He jogs up to her and asks

“Nat what are you--” “SHHH, look” she points into the window.

At first Steve didn’t know what he was looking at. All he saw was two kids flirting on some bean bags. But then he looked closer and realized that was his kid flirting on some bean bags. He got ready to burst in there and drag her out, which surprised him.

“What are you doing” Natasha harshly whispered, “This is the first time in years y/n has talked to someone her age, and I will NOT let you ruin it.”

“But does it have to be a boy” Steve whines, then he shrinks back as Nat glares at him.

“You have no right to play protective daddy right now, you--”

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It’s been about an hour since you started talking to Levi, the cashier. Even though he insulted your book choice

“It’s a play about two bratty kids who think they’re in love and then kill themselves, its pathetic”

He’s interesting. He has this harsh exterior that is refreshing to you. You liked that he didn’t handle you with kids gloves like the rest of the Avengers did. He let you stay behind after closing as long as you helped him clean, but you didn’t last long because apparently you “cleaned like a blind person with no hands” whatever that means. After cleaning you two sat and talked about music and his friends. It was nice. That was until you felt eyes on you.

Looking out the window you noticed two figures staring at you. One petite red head and a tall blonde to be more specific. Rolling your eyes, you say goodbye to Levi and thank him for one of the best nights you’ve had in a while. As you left he did something that surprised you.

“Hey brat, here’s my number.” He says as he gives you an old receipt, “ Don’t expect me to text you all night, I have a life too.”

You just smile and say thank you, blushing as you realize this was your first friend in years. You put the number in your pocket and walk outside.

“Dad? Nat?” You ask, cutting their little squabbling short. “What are you two doing here?”

Nat and Steve stand up straight.

“It was getting late and I was worried so I came to find you” Natasha said, “ But it seems to me that you were quite alright in there” She finishes with a smirk. You blush as you try to think of a retort. Before you say anything, you hear your dad clear his throat. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t getting intel on how to kill you or whatever you think what will happen if i make friends.” You again push past the two avengers, your good mood spoiled as you walk away. You hear some harsh whispering then your name is called.

“Y/n” your father calls, “I think we need to talk.”

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#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers x daughter!reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x teen!reader #natasha romanoff #marvel x reader #marvel #avengers x teen!reader #poc reader

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coollemonsaresour · 3 years

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The Love That Don't Stop

Pairing: Steve Rogers x daughter reader, Steve Roger x Natasha Romanoff. Warnings: Child abandonment, angst, fluff

Summary: It is Y/n's birthday, and she gets an unexpected present.

Word count: 2632

Request: @maximeevansblog ; The reader (me ) is the daughter of Steve rogenrs and its the readers birtday, and he takes her to the nail en hair salon , and they come back, and in the tower, they have a suprise party for her, and natasha comes with adoption papers and, he wants to her mom and a lotts of fluff thanks, and if its ready you tag me right ( natasha and Steve are dating) thanks. And if its ready you tag me right thanks

Request: Anonymous; can you do a Natasha x black!child!reader? I really liked your other fic. You don't have to if you don't want to.

A/n: I made lots of changes, cause when I went to go post it two weeks ago, my fics were two similar to the other two. The highlighted words are in realtion to the person that requested. Because I wanted to incorporate them into the fic 🙃

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, BeEeee- you were starting to get agitated, and brought your fist down on your alarm clock, smashing it to pieces. But hey, it’s not your fault, you got your father’s enhancements through genetics, just the perks of being a Rogers.

Still in bed, you let out a yawn, and you began to stretch; mid-stretch that is when it had clicked.

It’s My Birthday.

And that’s when you smelled it. The sweet smell of a birthday tradition you and your dad have had for the past nine years of your life.

One day you showed your dad Steven Universe, and it happened to be the together breakfast episode. So ever since then, every morning of your birthday, you and your dad sit down together and have Together Breakfast.

As soon as you got out of the shower, you threw on some clothes and dash to the Kitchen. As soon as you enter you were met by a horrible sight. Your dad and a redhead kissing.

Nat and your dad have been friends since he had come out of the ice, a became even closer when you were born. Nat was like a mom to you, but you never would say that out loud, cause you didn’t want to make it wired or have her feel uncomfortable.

Your mom was never in the picture, she left you and your dad five days after you were born. Steve had no idea of how to raise a kid, he was completely lost, but then Nat had offered to help him out. The pair worked as such a great team people often thought that they were actually a couple. After years of a long, long sturdy friendship, your dad finally asked the assassin out. So basically they have been dating for about two and a half years now.

“Ew, gross,” you said, dramatically shielding your face from the sight. “ Good Morning Y/n, happy birthday,” they both said. “Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” you said as you sat down at the island stools. “You mean this public display of affection?” he said with a smirk and then pulled Nat in for another kiss. You then shield your face away and then began gagging and reaching.

“So it is….10:30,” you said looking around “Where’s Together Breakfast?” you said whining. “It’s right here you big baby,” Nat said teasing.

“ Cheers to fifteen years of chaotic life,” you said holding up a fork “Cheers!” they said, you each then taking a bite.

“So, Y/n, anything special on thing on the agenda today,” Nat said wriggling her eyebrows. “Not really, I was hoping that we could just go to the spa, then the salon, and just have a chill day.” You said taking another bite. “Oooh, sorry, y/n I can’t, join you today, I have busine- “ you cut Nat off with a loud groan. “ But its’ my birthdayyyyy,” you said with an adorable pout. “I know, and I’m sorry,” she said squashing your cheeks together “and I will make it up to you, but for right now-” she paused reaching over the counter to grab her bag “ I have to go,” she said giving you small hug and then turning to give steve a quick peck on the lips, and heading for the door. “ Bye,” Steve said, “bye Nat,” You say still mopping. “Bye babes,” she says giving the two an air kiss before disappearing out the door.

“So, I guess it is just me and you, Y/n,” Steve said as he started cleaning up breakfast. “Ya, I guess so, though I really wanted Nat to come today. Alright, imma got get ready so that we could go,” you said heading back to your room, leaving Steve smiling at your comment about Nat; not that you even realized.

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“Alright, where here,” Steve said as the uber pulled up to the salon. You both walked in and were greeted by an overlay excited worker. “Hi, my name is Jess, I will be helping you out today” you then gave her a small, that she returned, then started eyeing Steve like he was her last meal. She looked like she was in her early-twenties, pale skin, about 5’3, blonde hair, and brown eyes. Probably working this job to pay off student loans. She turned to Steve, with scrunched eyebrows.

“Are you Captain America?” she asked with a smirk of curiosity, but it looked like she was trying to amuse him before he could answer “yes, he is, and he’s taken, Maybe next time sweetheart, ” you said pulling you dad away from Jess, and toward the receptionist desk.

“ Hi, Appointment for Y/n Rogers,” You say, leaning against the desk. “Right this way.”

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You were currently sitting in a chair in front of a medium-size mirror, your hands resetting on the armrest, careful not themes up the freshly done nails. Then two Beautistions approached us, then one of them turned to Steve and asked, “are you getting your, hair done too,”

“No”

“Yes”

you and Steve say at the same time.

“Please dad, you can you a new due,” you say, Steve just rapidly shakes his head rapidly no.

“What wrong with the style I have now?” he asked. “You look like an upgraded BackStreet boy,” you reply in full honesty. He then puts his hand over his chest and pretends to be hurt. “You should die it!” one of the Beautistion said, “Great Idea…” you hesitated, search for her name tag.

“Max” she finished for you, seeing what you were trying to do. “If you don’t want to, die your whole head, you can start with highlights,” she said with a smile of excitement. Steve was about to say no until he saw your adorable pleading face. “Fine,” he said putting his hands up in defeat and moving into the salon chair next to yours.

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After you left the Spa you and your dad headed to central park for a walk, something you two did a lot when you were younger.

You then pulled out your phone and tried to Facetime “Natty Bare 😘” but there was no answer. Which was strange, because Nat always answers your calls, no matter who, what, when, where, and why. Steve saw what you did and smiled, a smug smile. "What are you doing?" Your dad asked

"I wanted to show Nat your blue hair streaks" you said with a pout.

Halfway through the walk your legs were getting tired so you jumped on your dad’s back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hip.

“You’re like a pretzel,” he says linking his arms under your knees for better support. “And, you’re like a Dorito,” you tiredly mumble into the crook of his neck, Steve chuckled at the comment.

After walking a little longer you fall asleep. Steve then tightened his grip a little, as if he was giving a backward hug. He just could believe how fast his baby girl was growing up.

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When they reached the tower’s elevator, Steve placed Y/n down on her feet to wake you.

“Y/n, baby, I need you to wake up for a minute.” “But why,” you mumbled as you leaned against him for support since you were still tired. “Cause if you don’t then this could be a very embarrassing photo.” “what pho-” before you could finish, the elevator doors opened, and then...

“SURPRISE!”

A tired smile then played its role on your face. You looked around and saw everyone there, except Nat.

Mabey she will show up later you thought to yourself.

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An hour later she still has yet shone up. You asked around and Tony told you that she had a last-minute mission, but that she should be back at any time now. That failed to relieve your nerves.

But those nerves became worse when it was time to cut the cake. You know she was busy but would she really miss your birthday.

Apparently, yes, yes she would. Because the party was over, over an hour ago, and now it was currently 9:30.

Your dad knew that you were really bummed out that Nat missed your party, so he suggested a movie night. Movie nights were special to you and your dad because it became something you two did together, to destress. Just the two of you, Daddy and Daughter.

“Got room for one more.” came a voice that you recognized immediately. “Sorry, this is a two-person couch,” you shot back, anger leaking from your voice, your eyes never leaving the tv screen, ignoring the Russian, as she came into your view.

Steve then paused the movie, causing you to turn your head toward him, annoyed.

“How was the mission,” he asked her.

“I don’t know” She replied accompanied by a tight-lipped smile and shrug. You were about to say something but “Because it is not over yet,” she said looking nervous.

She then pulled out a manila folder and approached you and sat down in between Steve. The Folder was labeled “Confidential” with a red ribbon and bow tied around. The folder She then handed you the folder causing you to look up at them in question.

“Open it,” Steve said pulled Nat toward him sat her in between his legs, and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders, trying to help calm the nerves surging through her.

You carefully untied the ribbon, and open the folder. “On this day Y/n M/n Ro-” You mumbled quietly and then stopped, your face going blank. Your vision then started to get blurry with tears threatening to spill.

“Wow, y-you’re really, um getting good at that face,” Nat said, a million thoughts going through her mind.

“Y/n,” Nat said, voice flooded with worry. When you didn’t look at her, she used her fingers to lift your chin, so that you were looking at her. And when you locked with her that’s when the dames broke, as the tears sprang free from your eyes.

“Oh, no, baby, baby please, don’t cry,” she said trying to wipe away the tears rapidly falling down your face. “ I understand if you don’t want to go through with it,” she said wiping the tear that fell from her face.

“We don-”

She was cut off with the air being knocked out of her, as you crashed into her wrapping your arms around her torso, burying your face in her stomach, sobbing. She then wrapped her arms around you and held you close, one hand rubbing up and down your back trying to calm you, the other gently twirling some of your coils with her fingers.

Nat always felt like you were her child, even some people in public would mistake her for your mom, But she didn’t know how you felt.

Nat was so nervous that her soul was shaking. She knew how the topic of a Mother, is one that stings for you.

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*Flashback*

Nat POV

I pulled up to Y/n’s school, today was her first day of Kindergarten, and in the morning she was so excited. That morning I bruised her hair into two puffs, curled her sideburns, and she then wore a Captain America shirt, with joggers and light-up sneakers. I swear she was the cutest four-year-old in the world.

I then saw Y/n exit the school, but my smile flattened when I saw the sad expression on her face. I then hopped out of the car and head toward her, as I get closer it looks as if she was crying. When I get to her I pick her up and place her on my hip, and instead of her giving me a hug like she usually does she just tucks her head into my neck.

“Hey, baby,” I saw trying to cheer her up “You okay,” I ask she just nodded and let out a little sigh. Then I hear laughing voices and I turn my head to see a group of second graders.

“See I told you to see was adopted, her parents probably didn’t love her,” one of them said.

“ There is no way Captain America is her dad If that lady is her mom, they’re both white, and she’s not”

“She just a baby and a lier,”

“ She probably doesn’t even have a mom,” another said laughing, causing Y/n to sniffle.

I then cleared my throat, successfully grabbing the attention of the bullies, sending them a death glare, and then headed to the car, and then buckled Y/n into her car seat. I then sat in the driver’s seat and adjusted the rearview mirror so that we could look at each other.

“Don’t listen to those, mouth breathers Y/n you hear me.” Y/n still didn’t look at me her eyes trained on her fingers fiddling in her lap.

“Um, Nat, umm, where is my mom, and w-why, um, why does she, not love m-me?” Y/n said with a sniffle. Her question made me want to go up to those kids and beat the shit out of them.

“ well y/n your mom had to do something important and should be back soon,” I had to lie to her because I didn’t know how to explain to a four-year-old, that her mother abandoned her and her dad because she thinks giving life to the sweetest little girl was a mistake.

Like what did Маленький шар совершенства, ever do to her.

“But Y/n, let me tell you this, Your dad loves you, so much and would let anything bad happen to you, you know that right detka,” she then nodded her head, sniffled, and wiped her tears.

“And I love you too, milashka, and I will never stop loving you.” I love you, Nat” “Now how about we get some Ice cream annnnnd, not tell Steve, because he is going to be mad because you haven’t eaten any dinner yet,” I said starting the car and putting a smile on Y/n’s face.

How could a mother ever leave a child like this, so sweet, innocent, and pure?

*Flashback over*

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No one’s POV

“So is that a yes, baby?” Nat asked nervously that you might say no because you were crying.

You just nodded your head yes, as Nat hugged you tighter.

“Oh, dad I forgot to tell you, while we were out...I, um, need a new alarm clock,” you said with a nervous chuckle.

“Again,” they both said, not surprised at all.

“Mabey you should use your phone, you’re always pretty careful with that,” Nat said bopping your nose and squishing your cheeks together. You then reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. You went to the contacts and changed “Natty 😘” to “Mama🔥”.

“What’s my contact name Y/n?” Your dad asked.

“❤️Captain🤍Crunch💙,” you said sliding your phone back into your pocket and laying back down on Nat’s stomach.

“ I love you, mama,” you said nuzzling further into her

“I love to baby, always has and don’t plan on stopping”

*Bonus*

(Nat and Steve in the kitchen after putting Y/n to bed, because she fell asleep during the rest of the movie because you were tired after crying)

“So...what’s up with the hair, “ Nat said sipping on her tea, taking a step closer to Steve. He then shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head, with a goofy smile. “Uhh, Y/n thought I needed a new look,” He responds shaking the colorful hair from side to side. “Well, I like it,” she says as she runs her hands through his hair, “ Oh, do you,” Steve said placing his hands on her hips. “Yea…I do,” she says standing on her tippy-toe, kissing his lips. Steve then leaned more into the kiss. They went from kiss to make out sess, really quick.

“How about we don’t do this in the kitchen,”

“Mmhm”

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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Alone Together

Summary: After an awful breakup you were expecting to spend Christmas alone. You and Steve end up spending it together.

Pairings: tattoo artist!Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson sister!reader. Abusive ex boyfriend!Brock Rumlow x reader

Warning: mentions of abusive relationship, smut, swearing, daddy kink, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex

Tagging: @titty-teetee @blackmissfrizzle @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @mariahthelioness29 @whiskey-cokenfanfic @olyvoyl @hqneyyincc @queenoftheworldisdead @iam-laiya @donutloverxo @slytherinandoutasgard @zaddychris @brattycherubwrites @love-more122

(A/N: yay I made it! Merry Christmas guys! Reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

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Okay yeah so it was stupid. You should have known better when you’d done it. Well, you did you just... well you don’t really know what you were thinking.

Red flags just look like flags when you’re wearing rose colored glasses, yeah fuck off you stole that from Bojack. So when you were with your ex and doing all this dumb just you thought would make him happy it ended up being kind of awful in the end.

When they finally came off you noticed the things you dealt with. Scared to piss him off so you started treating okay times like they were really good. All the stupid things he had you do to prove yourself.

You were paying for this one right now. Right in another parlor. Covering up that mistake with something you actually liked. Not that most people could see it because it was on your underboob. Said he wanted it to be this hidden thing all for him that no one else was allowed to see.

The first time he asked you’d laughed and said no thinking it was a joke. The second time you it happened you tried to be a little more firm. Except that just meant you couldn’t prove your love for him. That you were devoted. That he’d get a tattoo for you on his arm that he never had time to get for some reason.

It was so fucking dumb you know. The cursive Brock tattooed right under your boob. You could see it every time you took your shirt off and it really bothered you. It always had, but you were trying to convince yourself that you loved him before. Now you looked at it and saw the new of a person you wished you’d never even met.

Steve was your older brother’s best friend. He ran this super popular tattoo shop. They’d met in the military and the friendship just stuck. It’s kind of why you ended up moving to New York. You were kind of the outcast of the family, but Sam never treated you any different. You were his baby sister.

So after a few weeks you asked him if he could cover it up. Except his only available day was Christmas Eve. You didn’t go home anyway and Sam was going to meet his girlfriend’s parents this year. Not that you weren’t invited, but you just wanted this thing covered up. Maybe that would make you forget.

You winced as the needle dug into your skin. Not like it wasn’t worth the pain. “Hey, relax, okay,” he said, softly rubbing your arm. He’d been so much help since the breakup. It was funny. Brock hated him. Was always ranting about what an asshole he is. You could tell he didn’t like your brother either. You really didn’t know what but you knew it was something over their friend Bucky or whatever.

Yeah it was a whole thing. Not that you really knew the details.

Normally you’d spend the holidays with his family. Though a little uncomfortable it was nice being with him. So this was your first year in three that you were alone. Hanging with Steve was nice.

“I’m fine,” you were trying to keep a brave face.

He was almost done. Just had to finish up the shading. Honestly you’d been expecting him being that close to you to feel weird, but it was actually nice. It’d just be nice if you didn’t date another tattoo artist.

Yeah Brock also tattooed. He’d met Steve because they’d worked at the same shop once. You remember how Brock was seething when he found out that Steve had opened his own.

You wish you could go back in time and tell Leila to never go into that damn shop. To never ask you to go with her because she was nervous for her first tattoo. Somehow it ended up with Brock promising you a discount if you let him tattoo you if you gave him your number. Being a cliche you got a butterfly on your shoulder.

Somehow it didn’t bother you as much. Maybe because it didn’t look like anything resembling him.

“You sure? We can take a break,” he offered.

You shook your head. “No. I’m okay.” You chuckled with a smile.

He chuckled before clicking his tongue. “Alright. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“How’s your mom’s trip?” You asked. His mother had decided to vacation to Hawaii with his step-dad. Which is also why he was here. Not that he couldn’t have went with Nat and Bucky to his parent’s house. Except last time he’d done that, he ended up having to sleep next to Bucky’s incredibly touchy aunt. He was better off spending it alone.

“She’s great. Talked to her this morning.” He chuckled, “apparently she’s bringing me back a Hawaiian shirt.”

“You could pull it off.” You replied trying not to laugh too much.

“You think so?” He asked.

“Yeah just keep it unbuttoned and don’t wear a shirt under.”

He stopped to laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean.”

“I dunno. Just doing a service for the girls,” you said. “Don’t act like you don’t know that you’re cute.”

He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes. “Why Miss. Wilson, you’re not flirting with me are you?”

You laughed and shook your head. “No. Just... stop. You know you’re hot.”

His jaw dropped as he grin. “Now you think I’m hot?”

You sighed dramatically. “Look, Steve. I’m just joking.”

He went back to work with this kind of goofy look on his face. You couldn’t deny it. Steve is hot. Anyone with eyes could see that. Your eyes traced along his tattooed forearms. The sleeves of his flannel pushed up to elbows. Until you were distracted by his broad shoulders.

Your mind finally started to relax. Kind of enjoying the buzzing of the gun. You kind of missed that sound you loved going to the shop with a Brock while he worked.

Your only days off were weekends and since he usually had shit to do on those days, you’d be there while he worked. Sometimes even helping out when their secretary was out.

“And, done,” he said taking a deep breath and smiling down at his work before turning off the machine. “How you feelin?’” He grabbed your hand to help you to your feet.

“Well, a little sore, but good.”

You turned to look at it. Smiling at the flowers that were there now. “It’s beautiful,” you said, looking at Steve before throwing your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much.”

“Hey,” he pulled away to rub your arms, “I got you.”

He was so close, eyes trained on your lips. So you started wondering maybe this was why Brock hated Steve. Saw how magnetic he was that he could definitely pull you in.

That couldn’t have been it, though. Brock never saw you with him alone. His dislike went much deeper than you. Today had kind of added insult to injury. Not only did you cover up that thing, but he was the one to do it. It’d be a slap in the face.

Maybe that’s why you did it. Except you’d always liked Steve’s work. You’d seen so many pieces he did or sketches he made and had wanted him to work on you for the longest. Maybe next time it would be something you didn’t need to cover up.

Your phone went off and you groaned softly pulling away. “Hey, Sam,” you greeted your brother. Of course it had to be him of all people.

Looking back over at his best friend who was cleaning up the station now. It was probably a good thing because your heart had started to thump in your chest. You didn’t need that.

You raised your shirt up so you could see it finally. “Just calling to check up on you. Steve’s lazy ass taking a break? I don’t hear buzzing in the back.”

“We just finished actually.” You laughed.

“How’d it come out?”

“Good,” you answered. “Tell Maya I said hi.”

You finished talking to Sam before finally hanging up. When you finally looked at your new tattoo, a smile grew on your face. It looked so much better than before. “Like it?” Steve asked.

“I love it,” you replied. You grabbed your bag so you could pay him.

“Um, excuse me, Miss,” he said. “Your money is no good here.”

“What? I’m not going to have you do all this work and not pay you, Stevie.”

He sighed. “Think of it as a Christmas present.”

You rolled your eyes still taking your money out. “I can’t-“

“I’m not taking it,” he pressed.

“Fine at least let me give you a tip.”

“I’m not taking that either.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes. For such a nice boy he was always so stubborn. “Fine. Then... dinner. I’ll make dinner. If we’re spending Christmas alone then it might be fun to spend it together.”

He smiled softly. “Yeah... that sounds nice.”

“Great.” You looked into his eyes again. They were like the prettiest blue ever. Especially with those little specks of green.

After a trip to the store, he escorted you back to the apartment you shared with your brother. You could have moved out, but you were kind of afraid to live alone. That’s why Sam had been a little surprised that you’d declined the invitation to go with him. It was nice to have Steve there.

You’d decorated the apartment even though you hadn’t planned to do anything. You still wanted to be a little festive. Maybe it would pull you into a better mood. It worked a little.

You quickly started on dinner. Steve helped by cutting up vegetables. He’d taken off his sweater letting his incredibly muscular tattooed arms taunt you. Okay so yeah you had a little bit of a crush on him. Like a lot of other women, you just liked to look.

“Thanks for dinner,” Steve said, taking a sip of his wine. “I don’t get home cooked meals a lot.”

“Can’t cook?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yeah I’m pretty hopeless at it.” He shrugged.

“So do you want to watch Christmas movies after this?” You asked.

He laughed. “Yeah that’d be nice.”

The night was going by kind of quick as you settled down to watch A Christmas Story. You were a little tipsy honestly, but you and Steve were sharing a fluffy blanket. Which meant he was close.

You’d carefully showered so you didn’t get your tattoo wet and changed into a sweater shirt and s pair of matching shorts. Getting all bundled up so you could curl up beside him. “You look so warm.” He chuckled as he got a little closer.

“Do you need an extra blanket?” You asked.

“No I’m okay,” he replied.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked because the thought had crossed your mind again. This time you’d finally worked up the nerve to ask.

“Why don’t you and Brock like each other?” You asked.

He sighed. “You’re not the first person I’ve had to save from him. He and Bucky used to be close and I noticed him kind of spiraling. Rumlow was pumping him full of all of these drugs and I dunno I didn’t want to lose my friend.”

Your stomach started to turn. This was the first time you’d ever heard of any of this. “Why didn’t any of you tell me?”

“I wanted to, but Sam said we needed to let you make your own mistakes. To not push you away. There were so many times that I thought about... look I just know that I’m never letting him hurt you again. Okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip. This glazed over look in your eyes. Steve noticed and pulled you closer pretty much placing you in his lap.

“Hey, it’s okay, Honey.” He rubbed your back. Trying to at least comfort you a little.

“No I’m fine,” you replied leaning into him. The soft fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare legs. It was nice to have him comfort you like this. “You know I think the worst thing to me is that and I’m sorry if this is too much information, but he’d use Sam against me. Say that if I didn’t do what he wanted he’d tell Sam about the things we did in bed.”

Steve sighed. “You know he wouldn’t have cared.”

“I know, but it still felt embarrassing. He knew how secretive I was about it. None of my friends even know the kind of things I’m into.” You took a deep breath, trying to relax because you felt way more tense than you wanted to.

He chuckled. Trying to lighten the mood. “I get it. I used to be the same way until my last girlfriend put it all out there when we broke up.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah I remember that.”

“Yeah. She was something else.” He tossed his head back as he laughed. “One night she came to the shop, talking about how she’d let me tie her up one more time.”

“Brock used to say stuff like ‘come on, Babygirl, do what Daddy says or else I’ll tell your brother what you’re up to.’ It used to grate on my nerves.”

“God. What a fucking asshole,” he said, hoping you didn’t notice when he felt himself get suddenly hard at hearing you say that.

“Yeah, but I’m so glad this thing is covered.”

“Yeah. Glad I could help,” he said with smile. “Shit do you mind actually if I take a picture of it? For Instagram.”

You nodded. “Yeah that’s fine.”

He took his phone out of his pocket while you laid down across his lap, rolling your sweatshirt up so that it was exposed. “Perfect,” he said as he snapped the picture the flash making you close your eyes all tight, making you move your hand so you could rub your eye.

Making your entire breast become exposed. “Shit,” you said, pushing it back down as you sat back up. Your eyes connected to his again and that’s when he kissed you.

You didn’t hesitate to do it back. Your mouth moving against his ever so softly. Like the two of you were afraid to really do what you want, but also didn’t want to pull away. Until he finally started to deepen it.

You stroked his beard as he held onto you tightly. You came to straddle his lap as he cupped your ass. He started to lay you back.

Your phone interrupted you, making you jump away. You scrambled to pick it up. “Hello?”

“Hey. Just checking on you,” Sam’s voice came through.

“Oh. I’m fine, Sam.” You took looked over at Steve who closed his eyes and stood up.

“Is Steve with you?”

“Yeah he walked me home,” you said. “Actually I have to go I’m going to shower.”

“Okay. Text me before bed.”

“Okay.”

Steve was gathering up his things to leave by the time you got off your phone. You watched him move around. He shrugged his coat on. “I’m just gonna head out.”

“Yeah...” you pursed your lips.

He licked his lips. “I, um, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me... I-“

“No. It’s okay,” you replied taking a deep breath. “I’ll walk you out.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

You watched as he walked away heading towards the elevator. You still couldn’t believe that happened. Lips tingling from the way he kissed you. Apart of you was cursing Sam from ruining your moment.

Another part of you was kind of happy that he did because as much as you hated it, Brock still had this hold over you. It wasn’t that you felt guilty. It was more like you were afraid of what would happen if he found out.

God, you wish he didn’t have this hold on you. You were starting to close the door when Steve came back. This time he didn’t stop himself as he kissed you. Or picked you up, kicking the door shut behind him. Didn’t stop himself as he carried you to your room.

He laid you down on your bed, getting on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Trying to be as close to him as possible. Fuck he felt so good on top of you.

Scratching at his muscular shoulders. He pulled your top off first. Exposing your tits. His mouth went to them as he tried to avoid your tattoo. He swirled his tongue around your nipple.

You whimpered, biting your lip as you looked down at him. He’d switched to the other one to give it the same treatment. “So fucking beautiful.” He started kissing down your body so he could take off your shorts and panties. He kissed along your thighs, still looking into your eyes as he parted them.

Before he could put his mouth on your pussy, he went back up. Kissing you again. “Is this okay?” He asked resting his forehead to yours.

You nodded, reaching out so you could start undoing the buttons of his flannel. He helped you, pressing his lips to yours again. This time he put his tongue in your mouth.

Kissing him was different than Brock. Steve’s lips seemed to mold with yours better. There was this feeling in the pit of your stomach that felt like it was about to burst, but like you wanted it to. You really shouldn’t be comparing them, but Steve was making you feel so good and you were kicking yourself from having missed out on this as you wasted your time.

He pushed his shirt off his body then undid his pants. Sliding them down his legs along with his underwear. He got back on top for you, kissing your neck. Leaving little nibbles and sucking on your skin like he knew your body already. “Daddy,” you cried out, then sat up when you realized what you said opening your mouth to apologize.

“Oh yeah, Baby. You want me to be your daddy?” He asked, going back between your legs. “Want to be a dirty girl for me only?”

You nodded suddenly feeling drunk off of his words. Never did you think in a million years that Steve would be talking to you like this. He was getting you so wet just from that. He started licking your clit first.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he feasted on you. Pussy juices making a mess on his beard. “Yes,” you gasped out as he started to finger you at the same time.

That same bursting feeling in your stomach was getting intense. You cried out for him as you felt yourself reach your peek. You grabbed his hair, grinding your pussy against his face.

You took a deep breath as you tried to sit up, but he put a hand on your stomach to hold you still. “I’m not done.” He growled. “Hold still while Daddy makes you cum, Honey.”

You nodded bracing yourself as he went back to eating you out. It didn’t take long for him to bring you to another orgasm or another one after that. When he was done he kissed you, making you taste your juices on him.

As you made out again he went back to rubbing your cunt. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he said. “Gonna make you cum over and over again. Gonna take care of you.”

“Oh god yes,” you whimpered.

“Fuck I don’t have any condom,” he said, as he’d started to line himself up with your entrance.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m on birth control.”

He licked his lips. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I want you so bad, Daddy.”

He grinned as he kissed you softly. “I want to know your safe word first, Honey. Just in case.”

“Strawberry.”

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips. He pushed into you as your tongues came into contact. Your tongues carassing against each other.

You stretched around him and you started to understand why he’d spent so much time eating you out. Fuck he was thick. You stretched around him looking into his eyes. “It’s okay,” he whispered into your lips. “I’ve got you.”

“It’s too much!” You cried.

“You can take it, Honey,” he kissed you again. “Be a good girl and take Daddy’s dick.”

He started fucking into you a little harder. You could feel yourself leaking around his dick. He’d really worked you up first even if he was still too damn thick for your pussy.

You scratched his back, biting his shoulder. He was thrusting so deep. You don’t think you’d ever been fucked this deep before. You’d definetly never been stretched open like this.

“Right there! Don’t stop!” You begged as he started fucking into your spot. “I’m fucking cumming!”

“That’s it, Honey. Cum for me.” He groaned because your pussy was so tight. Especially as you came. You were tightening around him and if he wasn’t so determined to give you a few more he would have let go inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy!” You cried. He didn’t let up. Fucking you through it.

“Nasty girl, squirting for me,” he said getting on his knees so he could watch you.

“Oh god!” You didn’t stop. Your pussy gushing around him. He bent your legs back with his hands on the back of your thighs. Watching his cock all slick anytime he’d pull out only to push back into you.

He chuckled as it happened again. Your eyes all clouded over as you came again just like that last time. More juices squirting out of you.

“Please,” you said, but didn’t know why.

“What do you want me to do, Baby?” He asked.

You couldn’t say anything back because you were to far gone. Thoughts had officially left your head. All you knew was him and the he was fucking you so damn good. Still pressing into your spot.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum,” he hissed, getting back on top of you with his bicep wrapped around your thigh so he could keep you spread open. He kissed you again this time deeper. Fucking your mouth with his tongue.

You moaned into him and thrusts became to falter as he started to pump you full of his cum. He thrusted into you deep as he gave you every bit of it. Wanting to completely fill you up with him.

He laid on top of you trying to catch his breath. You were panting underneath him. Not even wanting him to move because he was so warm. You buried your head into his neck.

It took you a minute to come down from your highs. He smiled down at you, kissing you softly. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You shook your head, already closing your eyes because you were so comfortable like this. “I’m great.”

He chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You smiled lazily as he finally rolled off of you. He brought you close to him, kissing your nose again. “Stay with me.”

“There’s literally no other place I’d rather be,” he said.

You’d spent all night messing around. Taking little cat naps in between. Right now he had you on your stomach as he fucked you from behind. You never expected to spend your holiday with him, but now you couldn’t picture spending it with anyone else.

You hadn’t even thought about your ex and the meltdown he’d have if he knew about this. It was nice feeling so free. Especially as Steve’s tattooed arms wrapped around you from behind.

Hints of daylight had started to break through the slits of your curtain. He chuckled. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered into your ear as he didn’t even let up the way he was fucking into you.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” you whimpered.

He kissed the back of your shoulder. “Gonna spend Christmas letting me make you my girl?”

You nodded trying to peek up at him over your shoulder with a smile. “Your girl?”

“After this I’m not letting you go,” he said, kissing your cheek from behind. “We might need to make this a tradition.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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Last Kiss (This Love pt 6)

Bucky x reader (elemental witch)

Set on Endgame.

Note: This one is a rollercoaster of emotions

previous part

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Fear was creeping up within you as you stared at Thanos’ army approaching definitely outnumbering you and the rest of the team. Nevertheless, you were ready to fight in honor of Nat. The wound in your heart from losing her is too fresh.

But before you knew it, a golden ring, followed by another one after another started appearing behind you, and you were too struck to move when one by one, everyone who disappeared five years ago started walking out.

And then you see him, weapon in hand, ready to finish the fight.

The fear within you was long gone, and was suddenly replaced with hope.

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Everybody was working together in the fight. You were holding your own pretty well, just killing any one of Thanos’ army near you or overwhelmingly attacking anyone else on your side. You paused for a second to catch your breath when a voice spoke behind you.

“Can’t you look ugly for once, doll? I mean we’re in a middle of a fight and you still look like an angel.” You turned and faced a panting Bucky. He was still holding a weapon, dirt and dried blood on him, but he was giving you a small grin.

Your eyes welled in tears as you take him in. Hell, you don’t know what to say...

“I-”

But before you could finish embarrassing yourself before the man you’ve been waiting on for five years, he closed the space between you and captured you in a kiss.

His lips were softer than you’ve imagined them to be, but before you could even comprehend what was going on, he broke away.

“Buck-” you whispered.

“Just wanted to do that in case I turn to dust again.” he whispered with a shit-eating grin, before turning back to fighting.

You chuckled, shaking your head to not get too distracted from that welcomed rude interruption and went back to fighting.

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Nat and Tony. Two of the first Midgardians you’ve met, and now you swore to hold in your heart forever.

It was just a little while after the funeral when you decided to sit with Tony’s daughter Morgan, and Happy.

“You’re Y/N.” She gazed up to you with wonder behind her eyes.

“Yeah, I was your dad’s friend.” you smiled, looking down next to you where she sat. You didn’t know Tony talked about any of you to her.

“He said you would be the best one to build forts with and that he didn’t like your boyfriend.” She tilted her head to the side, reminding you of Tony’s mannerisms.

“I uh... don’t have a boyfriend.” you coughed awkwardly.

“That’s ok, I’m not allowed to have one too.” she gave you a toothy grin. Happy and you exchanged looks.

“Is it Jesus with the robot arm? I saw him staring at you.” She asked you with no hesitation, prompting Happy to stand before you two.

“Yeah, that’s enough. Wanna get that cheeseburger now?” He offered his hand to her, which she took happily and said a quick bye to you.

You made a mental note to pay them a visit someday. Standing up from the seat, you walked down and stopped by the lake when Steve approached you, now in his suit.

“I saw the punk finally kissed you.” He smiled at you.

“We haven’t really talked about it yet. A funeral is hardly the best setting for it.” you shrugged.

“I hope that was the end of you being dumbasses around each other.” he nudged your shoulder, chuckling.

“I don’t know, Steve. I quiet enjoy making you want to pull out that golden hair of yours.” You smirked at him.

“Take care of each other, okay?” He faced you now, making you turn his way as well in confusion.

You were about to ask him why he was talking like he was leaving for good when it clicked. He smiled at you when he saw the realization dawn on you.

“Take care of us yourself, coward.” You smirked, but your eyes were also tearing up. Steve was leaving too.

“I just lifted your father’s hammer.” he feigned offense, and took a step closer to you, taking you in his free arm. “I love you, kid. Despite how much you like making my old heart uncomfortable sometimes.” you felt him kiss the top of your head.

“Again, I called you ‘daddy’ once and it was out of a dare.” you weakly punched his chest. “I love you too, old man. No matter how boring your war stories are.”

Breaking away from him, you wiped the stray tear on your cheek. “Go get that dance.” you smiled genuinely at him, which he returned.

“What, no last snarky remark to remember you by?” he teased, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t break a hip doing so.”

“There we go.”

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“Are you sure you wanna stay?” Thor asked you for the third time.

“I don’t like space that much.” you smiled at him. He decided that he was gonna join Quill and the rest of the group. “And with the amount of people who just missed 5 years, I wanna help them get back on their feet.”

“And the old man?”

“Father, I’m older than him.” you reminded. He still couldn’t accept it when Mantis pointed out to him that you have sexual love for the man with the lomg hair and metal arm. He was acting like a protective father.

“If he hurts you, you tell me.”

“Do you have a phone now? A computer?”

“No, what for?” He laughed at you.

“You’ll hear from me through Rocket.” you promised. “You guys take care of yourselves, ok?” and he assured you with a nod.

Throwing your arms around him, you promised to take care of New Asgard, and to stay out of trouble. Your father sealed his departure with a kiss on your temple and a promise to visit you when he can.

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You were now walking around the property, exchanging greetings and goodbyes to the people who were still there while looking for Bucky, when you finally see him walking around aimlessly. And as if sensing your eyes on him, he looked your way.

You tried to give him a smile, and you were confused when he didn’t return it, just nodded at you and walked the other way.

You decided to follow him. Catching up, you were now only a few steps away from him when you called him.

“Buck are you okay?” you asked him, concern lacing your voice.

Stopping on his tracks, he turned around to face you with a serious expression.

“Steve left.” He stated looking at you with a frown etched on his forehead.

You nodded as a reply. You couldn’t begin to think how he was feeling.

“You know, it seems that everyone else already knows which path to take next except me. All I’ve been doing is jumping from one fight to another.” He started to rant.

“Wakanda-”

“Y/N I was hiding in Wakanda. I need... I want to start finding myself now that I’m recovered. And let's face it. You need it too. We can’t keep living in a sanctuary. And I just think I can’t start fresh when I’m around people who would remind me even the tiniest of my parts as the winter soldier.” you were still trying to wrap your head around what he was saying when he spoke again.

“I’m sorry for kissing you. I wasn’t thinking straight.” he looked anywhere but you, but his face was contoured with certainty.

“Buck what are you saying?” deep down you knew. You just didn’t want to believe it.

“I’m saying I’m letting you go, Y/N.” He said, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Take care of yourself.” he finished, and turned away again, starting to walk away.

“Bucky I...” You wanted to tell him. To just let it finally out, but now something in you, maybe a little anger, stopped you from making any more of a fool of yourself.

But it didn't go unheard by the super soldier as he turned to look at you one last time.

“I know, Y/N. And I’m sorry but I can’t... I can’t love you the way you'd hope me to. You’ll see that I’m right someday, and you’ll thank me for it.” He gave you one last sad attemot of a smile, before finally leaving you, glued to where you were standing, unable to fathom what just happened while simultaneously feeling a part of you just... break.

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(set a little into TFATWS finally)

WARNING: Mention of assault. Look out for *(start) and ** (end)

Six months. It’s been six months since you’ve last seen him. And every day it was getting harder to keep yourself from finally admitting to yourself that you’re mad at him.

True to your promise to Thor, you were taking care of the people of Asgard, using some of the wealth him left you with to send some of the younger ones to school, and with the help of Pepper, even buy some shares of some companies. To say the New Asgard was doing well would be an understatement. The people were merely taking up jobs out of interest.

Val as usual, saw through you. She told you it was okay to be mad – that it was a stepping point to start moving on.

“Come on Y/N. The dude kissed you and changed his mind just like that. I would’ve broken his nose if I were you.” She told you one night after catching you looking at a photo of him given to you by Steve. “You can’t tell me you’re not holding even just a tiny grudge.”

“Okay, if it makes you feel any better, I am holding a little resentment.” you shrugged at her, making her reply ‘good enough’.

You just didn’t think it was going to end that way for you both. And now you were wishing you’ve taken those 5 years as an opportunity to rid of any romantic feelings you had for him. Maybe then it wouldn’t have hurt at all when he left.

You tried to ask Sam a number of times if he had any idea how he was doing, but he’d say that Bucky kept ignoring his texts.

For a few weeks every night, you’d been wearing one of the only shirts he owned back in Wakanda. And before you sleep, you think of the image you’ve engraved in your mind – him sleeping peacefully next to you in Wakanda, just after a nightmare. Then you’ll wake up the next morning hoping he’d have a good day, and that maybe something would remind him of you and make him wish he’d stayed. And It went that way over and over, until one distinct night.

There was knocking on your door late at night, waking you up from your sleep. Opening the door, you were met with three of the women you know, holding up a younger one who was crying and shaking in shock.

They explained that she’d been close to getting assaulted after a night of partying and losing sight of her friends. Thankfully the three women found her and were able to pry the man away. But what was worse was that this wasn’t the first time something like that happened.

Save the world once or twice, there would still be shitty people. That was what you realized that night.

So maybe he was right. You realized that what the Avengers taught you about Midgard didn’t cover much of the shitty things that happen frequently to innocent people.

And that was when you decided to replace nights off wallowing in self-pity, with going out at night, staying in clubs or hanging out in its bathrooms, just making sure everybody was safe. And soon enough, crime rate at night in your area reduced significantly.

Maybe if you divert your attention to literally anything else besides the man, you’d actually get over him.

All was well until one morning as you were kicking off the heels and taking of your dress from the night before to finally get some sleep, the tv you had on flashed something that caught your attention.

A stranger holding Steve’s Shield was being called the new Captain America.

What the actual fuck?

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Part 10 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/n and Peter decide to take a bike ride and picnic on a beautiful summer day.

You woke up at Bucky’s side. He was sound asleep. You sat up in bed and saw that Sam had already gotten up and gone downstairs. Steve was also still asleep. Sun from the window was shining directly on him. The storm had fully passed and it was sunny and clear again, another beautiful day, to say the least.

Suddenly, you were snatched back down into Bucky’s arms. You giggled and cuddled him.

“Morning Y/n/n.” Bucky said groggily.

“Good morning!” You replied.

“Why do you always wake up so early?” He asked, eyes closed and resting his cheek on your head.

“I’m just used to it, and I like to.” You shrugged.

Just then, Steve stretched and opened his eyes.

“Good morning, sunshine!” You quipped.

“Mmmmhh.” Steve groaned, pulling the covers over his head.

“Woooow someone’s grumpy!” Bucky teased, making you giggle. “Maaaybe he needs snuggles!”

You jumped out of bed with a big smile on your face, followed by Bucky.

“Noooo.” Steve grumbled from under the covers.

You hopped right on to him and ripped the covers off him, before wrapping the tired super soldier in a cuddle. Bucky joined in and Steve couldn’t hide his grin.

“You two are the bane of my existence.” Steve said hoarsely.

“Now that’s not very nice!” You cried dramatically, shooting your fingers to the sides of his ribs to tickle him. It most definitely worked.

Steve's eyes went wide and his contagious laughter filled the room. Bucky joined in on the attack, laying on Steve’s legs and tickling his belly. The tickles made Steve a thousand times weaker than normal and he wanted to just throw you two off of him, but he wouldn’t, not wanting to risk anyone getting hurt, so he had to use his strength to just take it.

“PUHLEHEHEHEASE STOHAHAHAP!”

“Nahh!” You and Bucky said in unison.

You didn’t want to stop. Steve’s laughter was the best. You knew he needed you to stop, however, because he was turning red. That rarely happens, so you let up, followed by Bucky. You and Bucky laughed while Steve caught his breath. After he recovered, he gave you both a warning look, with full intention of revenge. You gulped, and Bucky thought he could probably put up a fight if Steve tried anything. Steve put a hand on your back, and flipped you over in an instant, tossing Bucky off of him and trapping you under him.

“OOOOH NOHOHO! DADDY HEEELP!” You squealed with a big smile. This was way too much fun.

Bucky began trying to fight Steve, but Steve used so much of his strength to pull Bucky down next to you, and he was successful. He used his legs to trap you and Bucky, and you were way easier to keep still, but Bucky was still trying to fight, but he gave up as soon as Steve dug a hand into both of your bellies.

You and Bucky cried with laughter, much to Steve’s amusement.

“This is what you two get!”

It wasn’t long before Bucky, who just couldn’t stand how much it tickled, broke free and rolled over catching his breath, leaving just you to face Steve’s wrath.

“Ihihihi’m sohohohorry!” You giggled as he shook your tummy.

“You better be!” Steve growled.

“Eeehhehehe! It tickles!” You squeaked.

“Ohhh does it? I bet I can make it tickle even more!” Steve teased, and lifted up your shirt a little to tickle your bare tummy.

Residual giggles poured out of you and Steve chuckled at you and Bucky.

“Well, I’m going back to sleep!” Steve teased, collapsing on you and pretending to sleep.

“Nohoho Steve I can’t stay here I have to go help decorate for your birthday tomorrow!”

“Oh alright Y/n/n. Let’s get up then.” Steve said, getting out of bed, followed by Bucky.

Bucky and Steve went to brush their teeth and you went to you and Natasha’s bathroom and got ready for the day.

You went downstairs to see everyone except Peter and Thor were awake. You started making coffee for everyone while Bucky made you breakfast. Soon, Thor came downstairs, followed by Peter. You handed Thor his coffee.

“Thank you, Princess!”

You sat down next to Bucky and ate breakfast. When you were finished, Wanda brought out a basket of Fourth of July decorations, and you, Wanda, Thor, and Nat began decorating the house. Everyone else went to sit outside and chat on the porch.

Thor lifted you up on his shoulders so you could hang streamers.

After an hour or so, the whole place was decked out in red, white, and blue.

“Steve, it's all done!” You cheered, popping your head out the screen door to the porch.

Steve smiled and stood up from his chair to come see the inside.

“Wow, it looks really nice, honey! Thank you!” He said, kissing your cheek. “You’re just the sweetest!” He showered your cheeks with kisses, making you giggle.

You gave Steve a tour of all the little details you put into all the decorating.

A little later, you were walking down the hall when Peter turned the corner in front of you.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” He said.

“Oh what’s up?” You asked.

“I found something!” He smirked.

You followed Peter out to the shed. He opened the doors to reveal two vintage style bikes with baskets.

“You wanna get outta here?” He grinned.

You smiled excitedly and nodded.

You and Peter told everyone you were going for a bike ride and went into the kitchen and began filling a picnic basket. Steve came in to help.

“Here fill these with lemonade.” Steve suggested, holding up two mason jars.

“Oh, perfect! Thanks!” You said.

You began filing them with ice when a devious idea came to mind. You looked over to see Steve’s back was turned to you. Perfect. You took the jar and dumped the ice down the back of Steve’s shirt. Steve jumped around startled by the extremely cold feeling stuck on his back.

“OOOHHH! Ohohoho nohohoho! YOU LITTLE-” Steve yelled as you and Peter cried with laughter. You took off running, but only made it to the hallway before Steve snatched you up. He didn’t even hesitate to tackle you to the carpet.

“You never learn do you, you little brat!” Steve teased through gritted teeth.

You gave him your sweetest smile through your giggles. “I’m sorry Steve!”

“You being all cute isn’t gonna save you from the TICKLE MONSTER!” He growled, slipping his hand under your shirt, tormenting your ribs. Wow. He really wasn’t going to have mercy.

You screamed and laughed so hard, you could barely breathe.

“Tickytickytickyticky!” Steve teased evilly, making you blush. You can’t stand that and he is well aware of the fact.

His fingers danced down to your tummy and you thrashed and tried so hard to push him off, but he had you pinned. To make it worse, he began blowing raspberries in your neck.

“Stehehevie plehehehease!” You cried through your laughter. You rarely ever call him “Stevie” so he knew you were desperate.

“Awww what’s the matter, huh? Did you think I was gonna let you get away with pouring ice down my shirt?” Steve suddenly latched his hands onto your sides and began squeezing. A weakness of yours. “No! You knew! You knew I was going to tickle you for that!” He quipped.

Your face heated up again and you tried to hide your face by turning over toward the carpet, but Steve pushed you so you couldn’t, and he gently grabbed your jaw, squishing your cheeks, forcing you to look at him as he shook your tummy with his other hand. Steve smacked his lips.

“That’s why you did it!” Steve chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You swear you died of flusteredness right then and there. Before you could even think, Steve was attacking your underarms and you were belly laughing. You could no longer fight back. You just laid there and took it. His hands danced around your neck and collarbones. It tickled so much you thought you were going to pass out.

“STOP I CAN’T TAHAHAKE IT! STOHOHOHOP!” You begged. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile and ceased his tickles.

“Stevie! Hehehehe I can’t take it! It tickles too much!” Steve mocked you, before blowing more raspberries on your neck.

You just laughed more and pushed at his chest to get him to quit. He finally did and he stood up and grabbed you by the ankle, carrying you back to the kitchen upside down while you giggled your heart out.

“Here Peter. I think she’s still alive.” Steve joked, handing you to Peter.

Peter scooped you up, holding you baby style.

“You two are silly!” He chuckled, looking down at your face.

He set you down and he had everything ready to go.

Bucky walked in the kitchen shirtless with his swimsuit on and sunglasses on his head

“You two try not to get into any trouble. I’m going to relax in the pool.’ Bucky said, hugging your neck. “Bye giggles!” He teased, giving you tickly kisses on your ear, of course making you giggle.

“Byehehehe!”

Peter grabbed the basket and you two headed out the back door onto the porch. You were walking down the steps when you stopped in your tracks and went back up the steps, slowly approaching Steve where he sat in his chair chatting away. He looked over and glared at you teasingly.

“The AUDACITY!” He joked. “You better watch it!”

You cupped your face in your hands nervously. “I just have a question!”

“Hmm?”

You walked up to him and wrapped your hands around his bicep. “Can I take your shield?”

Steve shrugged, shaking his head with a smile. “Pffff I mean I guess so!” He answered, unsure as to why you wanted to take it.

You giggled. “Thanks!”

You ran inside and grabbed his shield, putting it on your back like Steve always does. It was so big on you. You and Peter wanted to practice throwing it, plus it was good protection… besides bringing Spider-Man himself.

Steve smiled when he saw you run down the steps with his shield on your back.

You and Peter took off down the trail on your bikes. The scenery was beautiful. The two of you went so far you passed many meadows. The wild flowers, the trees, the mountains. It was like a movie. You were riding past the edge of brush and trees when you spotted something.

“Peter look! Blueberries!” You shouted.

“Oh nice!” Peter cheered.

You hopped off your bikes and ate some. They were delicious.

“There are so many! We should make a pie!”

You and Peter filled your bike basket with blueberries, eating them as you did so. You ended up practicing throwing the shield with Peter. He was really good at it. You could use some work but you were getting better. After a while, you decided it was a good time to rest, so you laid a blanket out under a shady tree and began eating the picnic. You and Peter began trying to catch grapes in your mouth. Peter caught every single one you threw, but you were struggling to catch any of them, making you and Peter laugh.

“Sounds like you need some motivation!” Peter started.

“Oh no.”

“If you don’t catch this grape, I’m gonna tickle you.” He warned with a smirk.

Butterflies rushed to your tummy,

“That is not fair!” You panicked. “No! I can’t! I’ll-”

“THREE TWO ONE!” Peter interrupted, tossing you the grape.

You tried to catch it. You really did, but it wasn’t good enough.

You looked over at Peter warily. He had a teasing glare. You crossed your arms over your body nervously, unable to hide the big smile on your face as Peter crawled towards you, before grabbing your ankle and pulling you to the ground under him. He squeezed your thigh and you squealed, not expecting it. He laughed along with you as he squeezed both your thighs and knees, driving you crazy.

“Why are your knees so ticklish?! I have never seen such!” He teased.

“Ihihihi dohohohon’t knohohow!”

Peter chuckled and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while tormenting your underarms with the other, switching between the two. You squeezed your eyes shut as you laughed. You couldn’t move very much because he was straddling you. He eventually unpinned your wrists and went to town on your underarms making you slam your arms to your sides, trapping his hands.

“Mwuahahaha! You have fallen into my tickle trap! I’m going to tickle you foreverrrr!” He teased in an “evil” voice.

All you could do was belly laugh.

He somehow kept his thumbs under your arms while his other fingers reached up to tickle your collarbones and neck. You went in and out of silent laughter. This was definitely effective.

“Ohhh! I just remembered your new tickle spot!” Peter piped up after a while. He pinned your arms to your sides as he nuzzled his way under your chin.

“OHOHOHO NO! NOHOHO!” You cried with laughter as Peter blew several tickly raspberries on the front of your neck.

Your voice became raspy and Peter knew you had enough.

“Cutie.” Peter chuckled letting you go.

You sat up and looked at him bashfully. He laughed at that.

...

You leaned against the tree and Peter laid his head in your lap, looking up at you.

“Don’t you think this is a little romantic, Pete?” You chuckled.

“I don’t care. You’re my best friend.” Peter mused.

You smiled at each other. You ran your hand through his curls. You couldn’t help it. His hair was soft. He handed you an earbud, and you put it in. He played The Funeral by Band of Horses. You listened, and stared out into the beautiful field in front of you, the sounds of birds chirping and cicadas in your other ear. Peaceful.

Peter fell asleep in your lap, so you decided to let him sleep. A few minutes passed when you spotted someone in the field in front of you. They were staring. It gave you the creeps, but you figured they’d move on… until you saw them vanish in thin air. Like magic. You were so scared, you couldn’t speak. You gripped sleeping Peter’s wrist. Your breathing hitched in your throat. Did you just see a ghost? The figure then appeared closer on the edge of the woods. Close enough for you to make it out. Your fear lessened, but you still felt a little scared. You slowly cupped Peter’s head in your hands, moving out from under him. You could tell he was really out by his soft snores. You were able to slip out from under him, and lay his head down on the blanket, not waking him. You stood up and slowly made your way toward the woods. You followed the figure a little ways in, until he stopped and turned around to face you.

“Why are you here?” You whispered.

“You don’t think I’d show up to that house filled with my enemies, do you?” Loki asked.

“You have a point. You don’t consider me an enemy?”

Loki shook his head “no.”

“Why are you here?” You asked again.

“I have a message for you to give to my brother.” Loki explained, handed you an old looking paper, rolled up and tied with a green ribbon. “You have two days to give it to him.”

“Only two?!”

“It’s the best I can do... ‘Till we meet again, Princess.” Loki said. He bowed, and disappeared before your eyes with a green light.

You unrolled the message and tried to read it. You sighed. It was in Asgardian.

“Two days.”

“Y/N?! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” You heard Peter cry with worry.

You stuffed the message in your pocket.

“Peter! I’m here!’ You replied, jogging back to him.

“Oh thank God. I had a strange dream.” Peter panted, hugging you.

You realized Loki placed a sleep spell over Peter.

“It’s alright, Peter! You must’ve been tired.”

“I guess so. I think… I think we should head back now.” Peter trailed off. “Don’t leave my side again, you understand me?” He said sternly, holding your wrist.

“I understand. Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said looking down.

Peter kissed your head. “It’s alright.”

...

When you returned, you hid the message in your pillowcase. You didn’t want things to change just yet. You decided you’d give Thor his message in secret. You didn’t want anyone besides him to know that you’ve been around Loki. You put on your swimsuit and joined Peter, Bucky, Steve, and Nat in the pool. You swam for a few hours before drying off and relaxing inside for a while. You fell asleep on Bucky’s chest on the couch while he watched TV, stroking your hair. He was warm and you loved to listen to his heartbeat.

...

“Wake up, Y/n! Dinner’s ready.” Bucky cooed, shaking you awake. You stretched. You were so comfy you didn’t want to move.

“No, let's just stay here.” You replied groggily.

“You leave me no choice.” Bucky sighed and began tickling your back and sides. You burst into giggles, making him smile. “You gonna get up, Y/n/n?”

“Yehehehes!” You answered, rolling off him to your feet.

“Well look who’s awake!” Tony teased, scooping you up into a hug. He smelled nice and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t you fall asleep on me now!” He chuckled, tickling you the same way Bucky did.

“Oohohokay! Okahahay I’M AWAKE!” You protested, making everyone laugh.

You sat between Nat and Thor at dinner. You put the message in the back of your mind and enjoyed time with your family.

...

“I’ll tell him tomorrow night, in secret, after the fireworks show.” You thought to yourself as you stood on the dock, watching the sunset over the lake.

“Hey! Y/n! We’re having a fire!” Nat called from the top of the hill.

“Okay!” You replied.

Loki’s haunting voice rang in your head.

“Two days.”

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